Inspired by these evil episodes and a meme I saw on Facebook. Be prepared to cry.
Disclaimer: Not mine!
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The only sound in the room was raspy breathing.
Dean moved through the room, an axe in his hand and a twisted grin on his face.
"Sam…?" he called out, his voice sing-song. "Come out, come out, wherever you are!"
He had seen Sam run into this room and he could feel the younger man's presence. Fear and rage hung heavy in the air, exciting him further.
"Why don't you just come on out now, Sam? Save us both a lot of time and effort."
His grin widened further when he heard a box move to his right.
"Sammy!"
Spinning around, he caught Sam and threw him to the floor. Already injured, the younger man could barely struggle, much less stop Dean from pinning him to the floor.
"Dean, stop! Please!"
Dean only chuckled. "Good night, Sammy."
He brought the axe down hard and heavy and blood sprayed all over him, warm and rusty.
The second blow was easier and Sam's gurgled breathing suddenly stopped.
A moment later, the axe fell from Dean's hand as the demon inside his head laughed and laughed.
"Sammy," he gasped. "No, no, no, no…"
What had he done?
He grabbed his brother's warm body and howled in agony as the demon chortled.
"Sam!"
The End.