Dark Desires

Supernatural/ D/A/ My Bloody Valentine/ Devour

Disclaimer: I don't own the boys:

Takes place after Season 3, and into Season 4. AU.

Sam cried, over Dean's dead body, jade green eyes, wide with fear and pain, in the end, Sam couldn't do a thing to protect his brother, Dean, didn't allow it. Sam fought with him, most of that day, and the feeling of regret hung heavy, his heart was hurting, his face was pained. He couldn't breathe, as he sat their clutching, the militated body, of his older brother. Dean's lower torso, was bloody and ripped. Ruby's unconscious vessel lay prone, smack dab, in the middle of the floor, but Sam's attention was solely focused on his brother. That was how Bobby Singer came across the youngest Winchester brother. His heart went out to Sam, he could barely look at Dean, as a gasp of fear escaped his mouth. Eventually Sam released his brother, but didn't move from the spot, where he had sunken, his eyes were glazed over, chest pounding, head, reeling as he replayed Dean's last moments in his head.

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Dean's sitting propped up, watching the clock tic away his last seconds

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The vicious growls coming from the other side of the door, as Lilth opened it

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Dean screaming as a hound, attacked his leg, ripping skin from bone.

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the painful screams, as Dean fought them off.

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They pinned dean to the ground, claws, ripping at his chest:

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SAAAAM! Dean cries out, Sam shook his head, but couldn't get the image out of his head, especially when it was right before his eyes. A living Nightmare.

Dean's mouth was open, but no words were coming out, pain ripped through his chest, and tears pricked his eyes before rolling down his face. Bobby, moved swiftly clutching, onto the young man, holding him tight. Nothing he could say, would change the fact, that Dean Winchester, was in fact dead, nothing he could say, would make things all better. Bobby was at a loss for words. The only support, he could offer, was silent, as a hand reached up, he patted Sam on the back of the head. The Kid was hurt, and hurt bad, but no medicine in the world could cure him. Sobs wracked through Sam's body, he couldn't look at the junkyard hunter, he was breaking, and he was breaking down fast. Bobby hauled the taller man up, laying Sam's arm around his neck, he hoisted him, up, on wobbly knees, Sam complied, as they headed for the Impala, leaving behind Dean's body. Dean's burial would have to wait for now. The impala, looked as lonely as Sam felt, Bobby opened the passenger door, and helped Sam, inside, he figured, Sam was still in shock, his brother's blood stained his skin, all Sam felt was misery.

Bobby would leave his old beat up truck here for now, and get Sam, home. Sam was quit, and that worried Bobby . "I'll be right back, Sam" he told him, going back to retrieve dean. Bobby grimaced, it was a struggle just, to get Dean to the truck, much less into it, no man should ever have to do this" he thought, he groaned, as he lifted Dean up into his arms, his heart weighing, as he carried his "Son" the truck, cursing John. As he did so, Singer, was going to salt and burn, Dean, without Sam's knowledge, thinking this was the best route, he made sure, Sam, was still stationed, where he had left him, he was.

"God boy, do you even know what your dong to your little brother, its tear' in him apart inside" he said, to Dean's corpse.

"I sure hope you know what your do' in, Dean, because if you don't things will get messy, I don't know how long your brother, is going to be like this, I don't know how long your brother will listen to reason. But, I'll do my best to keep him in check. Bobby promised, wiping the tears from his face.

" hey Bobby long time no see, Startled, the old ragged hunter looked up, his face hardened, when he realized who it was.

"I thought you were in Terminal City boy"

"what can I say old man, you can't keep a good man down"

"I guess so- Bobby replied. Eyeing his transgenic son, or at least, that's what Bobby came to call him, after Alec spent almost a year, cooped up, in the junkyard, trying to escape, the OPPS, corporation,

"hey old man, did I interrupt something?'

"I'll tell you about it later, do me a favor, go check on Sam for me, I think you might, just be what the doctor ordered. The X-5 just nodded, before preceding towards Sam whereabouts. It had been a long time, since he crossed paths with the Winchester brothers, Dean was convinced, that he was a shifter, and was complaining about, Shifter's stealing his identity, and ruffling Sam's hair, the more Alec learned about the Winchesters, the more he wanted, to be apart of them. 494, spotted, the sulking form, of Sam the soft crunch of gravel, didn't even, startle, the hunter, believing it was bobby.

"Sammy Alec said softly crouching down, he lifted Sam's chin, with his an extended finger, tears were running down Sam's face, as he stared into the face, similar to the one of his brother's. his mind was screaming at him, head throbbing painfully he lowered his eyes, he couldn't look at Alec, it reminded him of the brother, he just lost.

Alec didn't know, what to do, he looked from side to side, to make sure, no one was watching, when the coast was clear, he tilted Sam's head, again, crushing his lips against the hunter's, who pressed back, before breaking away.

Alec, had left a long time ago, when Sam was twelve, Sam innocently believing, that Alec, was an angel, with superhuman strength, Alec had never felt this way, ever since Rebecca died, Dean didn't like it, and voiced it quit clearly without having to say a word. But now Dean was nowhere in sight. "You've grown" says Alec, electing a sad chuckle, from the younger Winchester. Sam buried his head, into the transgenic' s, gray shoulder. So much has happened, since the time, I left, realization, dawned, on Alec, before his grip became stronger, Sam felt, his fingers digging into his back,

"Come on, Sam" he said, helping Sam, get the rest of the way into the car, it was all, a blur, to Sam, Alec wasn't real. "Christo" was at the tip of his tongue, but he couldn't push the words through, the weight of his brother's death, still, clutched at his heart. Bobby heard, the sound of the impala's engine, roar back to life, Alec was at the wheel. Bobby pulled, a tarp, over Dean's body, before climbing into the truck, he had to be careful not to get caught, and not to be, so conspicuous, he followed right behind Sam and Alec, as the two vehicles pulled into the, junkyard, the rickety old truck, and the impala crawled to a stop, one right behind the other. The driver's side door, opened up, and Alec, hoped out, Sam, had regained some composure, and was right behind Alec, who had remained quiet, the trip their. Sam relayed on, the genetically enhanced man for support.

"I'll be in a minute, 'I just want to see, how Dean, took the trip here" he thought to himself, he didn't voice it, out of respect towards Sam. Lifting the tarp, Dean's frozen face, came into view. He swallowed thickly, it couldn't wait, and yet, Bobby could See Sam, fighting him, on this. So he built, a coffin, made of pinewood, and headed back out. Hoping that Alec, kept, Sam, busy, so that, the depressed hunter wouldn't find out.

Inside the house, Alec ran his hand across the ancient furniture, it had been such a long time, since his last visit, between, his schizophrenic brother, and his time he spent in Psych OPPS, he nearly forgot, the promise he made to a child of twelve. Sam moved to the furthest, bed, secretly thankful, for Alec's arrival. He didn't want to be alone, not now, not ever, his brother, didn't deserve a death like that, and Alec looked such much like him. Sam felt bad, for comparing, a childhood romance, to a bond of brotherhood. His head hit the pillow, as Alec, grabbed, a soda, from the fridge, walking back, only be greeted by Sam's backside. Be sat, the bed dipping under his weight. He sat the can on the nightstand. Before standing, looking out the window, he noticed, Bobby's truck was gone, Alec wasn't trained, for this, but he made due. He pulled up a chair, Sam could here the legs, screeching against the floor, as the familiar touch returned, Alec held onto Sam's hand. Watching the young man sleep. Pressing his lips against the backside of his hand. Alec said nothing, letting the moment speak for itself.

Outside, just a counter up the way, Bobby, pulled to a stop, getting the shovels, out, he began to dig, a shallow, grave, but then, thought better, digging a little more, so, if Dean, did come back, he would have to struggle to the surface. Wiping the sweat from his brow, the junkyard hunter, had trouble heaving, the, pine coffin, out of the truck, Dean was already in it, thanks to the help, of Alec. He was able to get everything he needed into the truck.

"need some help with that" came a voice, that Bobby shuddered at hearing.

"what do you want! Bobby Spat, glaring at, Jacob Gray.

"I've been tailing you for a long time old man, what's in the pine box?' Jake cocked his gun back aiming it at the old hunter.

"Come on, Bobby you can tell, me, were old friends after all."