Prologue – Damn Fathers

The skies darkened in the near distance as the wind whipped against the white-washed motel. But it was the storm brewing in the hotel room that the most static was made. Sam sat in the chair, looking angrily up at his father, they'd done nothing short of fighting, yet every time he stood up to the man, he always found a way to knock him back to his level. Sam was pissed, he was going to make his father listen to him, make him realize that he wasn't a kid anymore and that he was a part of this family more than anything.

"I don't care Sam; I'm going on this hunt alone. I need you and Dean to stay here and do research. You understand me boy?"

Sam gritted his teeth; he wanted to punch that smug look from his father's face. It was damn well time he was honest to them; tell them exactly what the hell they were up against.

"I'm sorry dad, but I don't like this one bit. What if you get hurt? Dean and I can help. I'm not going to let you go out there and get killed!"

John shook his head, "I'm sorry Sam but I made my decision."

"Screw your damn decision dad. Either we're in this together or we're out. I'm not going to stand by and watch you get killed! No!" he yelled.

Dean was sitting on the bed, his eyes wide. Sam never yelled like this, nor did he stand up to their father. Maybe part of him was rubbing off on the college boy, or something more sinister was happening. "Sam, come on man, dad is right. We have to obey his orders."

"Fuck his orders Dean. I'm sick and tired of following orders. It's time we work together."

John slammed Sam against the wall and looked angrily into his son's eyes. "You will either do as I say Sam or help me God, I'll knock you out."

Sam pushed his father away from him with a grunt, "Go to hell you fucking bastard. I'm through doing this shit!" he yelled over his shoulder before slamming the door behind him.

Sam walked outside, the wind grasped at his hair. He was furious. His father had no right making decisions for him and Dean. He punched the wall, his knuckles bleeding from the impact. He looked to the can machine and toppled it with a single thought. No more was he obeying orders; his father would now know what it was like to anger a dangerous man.

He turned back towards the room, he was going to show his father what a man he was. His gifts were getting stronger. Sooner or later, his father was going to get hurt and he wasn't going to stop himself from doing what needed to be done.

He walked back into the room, John was packing and Dean was on the phone. Dean closed the phone as Sam slammed the door behind him. "Once and for all dad, you and I are going to hash things out. I'm no longer taking orders from you or Dean. This is my way or no way."

John shook his head, "No Sam."

Sam pushed his father into the wall; Dean looked to his brother in horror. "Sam!"

"No Dean, I'm sick and tired of being treated like a child. You treat me the same way and I've had it."

Dean shook his head, "If you hurt dad then we can't get to the demon that killed mom or Jess!"

Sam threw Dean onto the bed, "Shut up Dean, this is between dad and I!"

Dean wanted to say more but Sam was angry, he was going to hurt himself or one of them if he didn't stop him.

"Sam?"

Sam grabbed his head and dropped to his knees, "No!" he cried out.

Dean crawled to his brother but as Sam brought his head up; his hazel eyes had turned a steely dark black. Dean moved away, Sam was not his brother any longer.

"I guess I know what I am." Sam said in a demonic voice, "Maybe Meg was right. I'm not his son." he hissed.

Dean knew it was something deep inside talking but he wasn't going to let his brother get away with this. He stood and back-handed Sam. Sam dropped his head and slowly raised it. "Dean?"

"What the hell just happened?"

"I dunno Dean. I'm going crazy." he said, looking to his father who looked at him as if he was the Devil himself.

"Dad?"

"I'm leaving Sam." and walked out the door, leaving Sam to fume all over again.