SOMETHING SINISTER
Summary: Sam died, when he came back, he came back wrong. (Psychotic/Evil Sam.) (Worried/Horrified Dean.)
PROLOGUE
Sam woke, he blinked and rolled off the bed.
He was confused.
He was sure he'd be dead, surely he should have been dead? But he wasn't. Frowning, Sam walked slowly to the mirror and tried to look his back where he was stabbed. He knew something was wrong, but he didn't know what.
Dean walked into the house, his heart poundinf with hope. Was Sam alive? Was he ok?
He was standing by the mirror, a look of confusion heavily lining his brow. Dean gaped, he couldn't believe it. Sam was ok! Swallowing he strode forward and pulled Sam into a tight hug.
Sam hissed in a sharp breath as Dean hugged him, Dean pulled back instantly. "Sorry," he smiled at Sam and shrugged. "I'm just happy you're up and around."
Sam didn't Sam anything, he stood still, frowning. He still felt like something was wrong, he couldn't put his finger on it, but something, just wasn't right.
"Sammy you ok?"
Sam blinked, "yeah." Smiling at Dean he nodded, "I'm fine."
Dean grinned, "you want something to eat?" He asked with a smile, "I'm starving."
Sam had insisted on staying while Dean got them something to eat, he was still trying to suss out what was wrong.
He felt strange, different. Something had changed... no, it wasn't.
Sam focused, deep within himself he could feel them, his powers. As soon as he did, something snapped in his mind. His vision swam for a second, he blinked and it cleared.
Sam frowned, he could feel power flowing through him. It was incredible, astinoshing. He streatched out and hand toward the empty beer bottle on the table. Wobbled as he flexed his fingers, Sam lited his hand slightly. The bottle rose off the table, hovering a foot above it.
Sam cocked his head, frowning deeply, he clenched his fist tight. The botle exploded, sending shards of glass in every direction.
Grinning Sam dusted his clothes off, this was... Interesting, very interesting.
He frowned, it was fascinating really. That he could feel so different so soon, he could feelthe evil power flowing through him. And he didn't care. Some small part of him was screaming in horror, but it was burried so deep that he hardly felt it.
He was evil.
Before now, the mere thought of that, would have sent him screaming in aboslute panic. It didn't, it actually felt good.
Sam shrugged, now that he'd figured out what had been 'wrong,' he was satisfied.
He turned, heading for the door.
He couldn't stand beeing in the rundown house any longer, he was going... Going... Gone.