Rewritten

A/N This story is where Dean is still a demon and Sam is trying to cure him when they find themselves back when their father just died before Bobby, Jo and Ellen died ; before Cas and the angels; before Dean's deal and Sam death. With this knowledge will they try and change the future or do nothing about it.

This story is based around 10x03 and 2x02 but there is spoilers for all the seasons but 11 so you have been warned.

I don't own Supernatural or any of the characters anyway I hope you enjoy the story.

2014

"Oh come on Sammy! Don't you want to have a chat with your older brother? Have a beer?" Demon Dean said as walked around the Bunker with a hammer in his hand looking for his brother as his wicked voice echoed through the building. Demon Dean approached the room he had been looking for and opened the drawer to see the thing he was looking for had been taken, most likely by Sam himself. Suddenly all the lights turned from a clear,illumining colour to a flashing bright red that signalled… Lockdown .

Demon Dean smiled,"That's smart Sam shutting everything down so I won't get out. But the thing is Sammy, I don't want to leave. Not until I'm through with you!" He shouted so it echoed through the building, wanting Sam to hear him as he went down to basement knowing that there is where the control panel was that controlled the Bunker's safety system. He went over to the control panel, turning everything back on so the Bunker was no longer in shut down,"Yeah, that's more like it" He muttered when he heard the basement door slam shut behind him, he knew it Sam on the other side of door as he heard him locking the door,"That's your big move?".

On the other side of the door was Sam holding a small looking blade in his working hand, petrified. He was still trying understand the situation that was happening right at that moment,"Listen to me, Dean! We were getting close, okay? I know you're still in there somewhere. Just let me finish the treatments." Sam says but is confused and suspicious when no one replies back, he leans his head closer to the door so he could hear any movements,"Dean ?" he asks when suddenly he jumps back as a hammer peaks through the wooden panels of the door.

Dean looked through the panels of the door to see his brother shocked and holding a pathetic looking knife,"You act like I want to be cured!" He said as continued to break down the door with the hammer,"Personally, I like the disease".

Sam gulped down his fear and anxiety and said,"Dean, stop that! Look, I don't want to use this blade on you!".

Dean just chuckled,"That sucks for you, doesn't it? 'Cause you really mean that!".

Sam tried to look brave and fearless but this was his brother, someone who raised him and was there for him after everything so it kind of shook him to the core to see him like… this,"Look, if you come out of that room, I won't have a choice!".

"Sure you will! And I know which one you'll make. Isn't that right, Sammy? But see … Here's the thing: I'm lucky. Oh, hell, I'm blessed! 'Cause there's just enough demon left in me that killing you? Ain't no choice at all." Dean said, evil dripping off his tongue as he broke down the last of the door to see Sam running away once again into the maze of the Bunker.

Dean gave a short, angry smile as he runs a hand through his hair and walks off trying to find Sam once again, his insides burning like hell's fire with rage,"Sammy !" He called out, walking through hallway after hallway finding nothing," Come on, Sammy! Let's have a beer, talk about it. I'm tired of playing. Let's finish this game!".

Sam was breathing heavily against one of the hallways' wall as he looks down the hall to see it empty and not his demon brother. He turns around just ducking in time as Dean strikes his hammer at Sam's head instead it lodges itself into the wall where his head was as Sam reacts on instinct, pushing his knife against Dean throat.

Unexpectedly a white light flashes into the room making Dean and Sam land in a heap on the floor, not noticing the change of scenery Sam gets up quickly putting the knife back against Dean's throat.

Dean smiles,"Well … Look at you. Do it! It's all you, Sammy !".

Sam hesitates as he slowly takes the knife away from Dean's throat, Dean smiles as his eyes turned from green to soulless black. With his demon force he pushed Sam into the bookcase opposite to him, knocking him out.

Dean chuckles darkly as he picks up Sam's knife and walks towards him when suddenly a burning, agonising pain swept through his body; he could see the stream coming off his body as he roared in pain; his world and vision went dark.

2006

Dean and Sam argued for what it seems like the millionth time to Bobby, it was about the same thing as always. Their father's death.

Bobby knew they were grieving but fighting wasn't going to help well that why they're both,"Idjits " He muttered but it was barely heard over Sam's and Dean's loud, angry voice.

"You are not fine, just admit it !" Sam shouted at Dean.

"I AM !" Dean shouted, his voice getting even louder than before, " So why don't you just leave me alone and mind your own fuckin buisness. I mean it's not like you cared about Dad at all."

"That's not true" Sam said , he couldn't believe Dean said that to him. He loved his Dad even after every fight they had.

"Well that seems unlikely because the last time you saw him, you nearly started an argument with him" Dean stated, once those left his mouth he instantly regretted it seeing Sam's face just added to guilt. He was just angry at himself because of everything and the best way for him to cope with it, is hiding it.

Bobby decided enough was enough,"Boys…" He started to say when a bright light filled the room, blinding them for a few seconds. Bobby blinked a few times to get his vision to re focus however when it did though he thought he was going senile for a moment because the light revealed two older versions of Sam and Dean.