There's a reckoning a-coming,and it burns beyond the grave. It's lead inside my belly, 'cause my soul has lost its way. Oh Lazarus,how did your debts get paid?- Blood on My Name, The Wright Brothers
"Go ahead."
The remnants of his brother's face twisted into a terrifying smile, eyes trickling black until the lively green was washed out.
This thing wasn't scared by the silver knife he had shoved under it's chin. It seems amused at best,bouncing on the balls of its feet.
Sam swallowed thickly and refused to get distracted by the hauntingly human freckles that dotted the creature's face.
NotdeanNotdeanNotdean.
The mantra repeated like a broken record.
" Sammy...It's all you."
A bead of blood made its way from the tip of the knife. The monster chuckled as he noticed it,as though having a sharp object so near his jugular was the only thing he had ever wanted.
Sammy. The word cut painfully in Sam. He planted a hand on it's chest,trying to ignore the lack of a heartbeat, and pushed the knife deeper in it's throat.
Only Dean called him that.
And this thing, this creature with sandy hair, big eyes, freckles sprinkled everywhere, it wasn't Dean.
Wasn't even close. Sam stared at the small abysses that made up the demon's eyes.
"You are not my brother. But you sure as hell are gonna help me get him back."