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Things you need to know:

The yellow-eyed demon's name is Azazel.

Jake is one of Azazel's "special children," and his power is super strength.

Big thanks to my Beta Alytiger for proofreading this story! She'll be my Beta for all of the Boy King chapters.


Sam dodges to the side, Jake's fist lodging itself in the wood. Three knee strikes and Jake falls to the ground, hand freed. As Jake stands up, Sam kicks him hard in the stomach, knocking him through the fence onto the ground. Jake struggles to stand as Sam picks up the metal rod Jake set down earlier. A hard uppercut to the throat and Jake is once again lying on the ground. Sam slowly approaches Jake, rod in hand, and raises it above his head. Sam brings the rod down to his side.

"Sam!" Dean's yell pierces through the night air. Sam turns, relief filling his body as he shuffles over to his brother.

"Dean" he croaks, a smile filling his face.

"Sam, look out!" Dean yells.

Sam turns and strikes Jake across the temple with the metal rod still clutched in his left hand. Jake falls to the ground, knife falling from his lifeless hand.

Dean runs up to Sam and gives him a hug, releasing slightly as Sam hisses with pain. "I think my shoulder might be dislocated." Sam admits sheepishly.

Bobby checks Jake for a pulse, careful to keep his gun trained on him. "Damn it, Sam. You killed him."

Sam's knees give out from underneath him. Dean crouches down in front of him, worried.

"I killed him?" Sam asks quietly.


Silence fills the air around the fire. Bobby is leaning against a fallen tree, hat over his face, drifting off to sleep. Dean is keeping watch, shotgun across his lap, refusing to rest until he is sure his brother is safe. Sam is sitting up against a tree, arm in the makeshift sling Dean made him from his red flannel shirt.

"Don't blame yourself. It was an act of self-defense." Dean's voice is filled with worry.

Sam snorts. "How am I supposed to feel, Dean? The yellow-eyed demon wanted me to kill Jake, and I did. Doesn't that make me no better than him?"

Dean rubs a hand over his face and sighs. "Sam, he was going to kill you. You had your chance to kill him before and walked away. You are way better than that yellow-eyed son of a bitch."

"Maybe not. Do you know what I am? I'm a monster. I'm the reason mom died." Dean starts to protest, but Sam cuts him off. "Yes I am. The only reason mom died that night was because the demon was there for me. She just happened to be in the..." Azazel's words echoed in Sam's head, "wrong place, wrong time."

Dean tilted his head to the left. "What are you talking about, Sam?"

Now it was Sam's turn to sigh. "The yellow-eyed demon was there to feed me his... his... his blood. Mom walked in as he was dripping it into my mouth. I have demon blood in me, Dean." Sam finished and looked away, unable to look his brother in the face, ashamed of what he was.

Dean stood up and sat down on Sam's left side. He wrapped his right arm around Sam and pulled his close.

"Sam, demons lie. How do you know he was telling the truth? Maybe he just wanted to throw you for a loop, make you think you are evil so you'll do what he wants you to do."

Sam pulled out of his brother's grasp. "Dean, it wasn't some trick. I have demon blood in me." Sam walks over to the other side of the fire. "How else do you explain my visions? It makes sense, Dean."

Dean stands up, staring at his brother across the fire. "So what? Let's say you do have demon blood in you. Are you going to ignore all the good you've done? Or are you going to suddenly go dark side on me? This doesn't change anything, Sam. You're still you. No one has a bigger heart than you do. If anyone can ignore the pull of evil, it's you."

Sam sat down, his back to Dean. "I guess so." Dean sighs in frustration behind him. Sam lies down, careful of his shoulder. "I'm going to get some rest. Wake me at first light."


"Howdy Sammy-boy."

Sam bolts upwards as he hears a familiar rough voice.

"I'm proud of you, champ. I knew you had it in you." Yellow eyes look approvingly at Sam. "Well, if we are going to be partners now, why don't I formally introduce myself?" He sticks his hand out between them, "I'm Azazel." Azazel winks at Sam.

"Partners? No way am I helping you. Once I get out of this dream, me and my brother will hunt you down and kill you."

The hand between them drops. Azazel shakes his head back and forth.

"Sam, Sam, Sam. When will you learn? You don't have a choice in the matter. Well, you do, but we both know you'll do what's best for your family."

Sam stiffens at the implied threat. "What is that supposed to mean?"

"C'mon Sammy. You're a smart boy. Did you really think I'd just let you walk away while I have an army that needs to be lead?" Azazel starts to circle Sam as realization hits.

"You wouldn't!" Sam spins around to see Azazel has disappeared.

His voice echoes throughout the surrounding woods. "Oh, but I would. If you don't help me, then you can kiss the ones you love goodbye. Ellen. Bobby. Dean. All dying a horrible death if you don't do what I say."

Sam swallowed. "What do I have to do?"

Azazel appeared at Sam's shoulder. "Atta-boy! Ditch Dean and Bobby and meet me at some railroad tracks. Just follow the map I left you in your pocket." He winks. "I knew you'd win."


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