Meilinglovesshaoran made a suggestion - what if Hendrickson's accusations about Dean were true - so I kinda had evil thoughts (grin) and ran with it. The setting is the prison yard pictured in "Folsom Prison Blues" - I love spoiler stills. Hope you like it MLLS.
My cat made some suggestions but somehow I don't think tossing fish and cheese flavored kitty crunchies around really works in this story.
No! Dean, No!
"I did it Sammy," said Dean as he leaned over the table in the prison yard.
"What?" Sam stared at Dean with a confused look on his face. "You did what Dean?"
"I killed them Sammy. Zack's girlfriend Emily, she cried as I slit her throat. And Becky, well she was going to be screwed until she screamed herself hoarse but you had to call the cops." Dean walked around the table and stood in front of Sam, "that guy in Milwaukee didn't even put up a fight, man was he a disappointment," he said while shaking his head.
Sam stood up clenching his hands and faced his brother, "what are you saying Dean? A shapeshifter killed Emily and went after Becky. What's wrong with you?"
"There's nothing wrong with me Sammy." Dean grinned evilly, "I sliced your Mom's beautiful, soft stomach open and her screams were music to my ears." Sam couldn't move, couldn't breathe, he could only stare at his brother in shock. Dean tackled him, sat on his chest and pushed Sam's upper arms under his knees. "I couldn't believe it when your Dad willingly gave himself up to me." Dean's green eyes changed to an evil yellow. "He spent the last 23 years hunting me and he just gives it all up to save Dean's life," he shook his head, "if only he could see his boys now," laughed the demon inside Dean.
Sam thrashed and kicked trying to dislodge his brother, "GET OFF ME YOU BASTARD!!"
Dean wrapped his hands around Sam's neck, leaned down and looked him straight in the eye. "But the best I ever had was Jessica. Just thinking about her gets me hard. I fucked her for hours Sam." Dean squeezed Sam's throat, twisting his hands. Sam's fingers scratched at Dean's pants as he struggled for breath. "She struggled you know, just like you are doing now, that just made it more pleasurable. I fucked her in every imaginable way." Guards ran over to the brothers and tried to pull Dean off Sam. "And some that are unimaginable," he whispered while wiggling his eyebrows and grinning, "I now understand why you wanted to marry such a nice piece of ass, Sammy." Using a choke hold, a guard tried to pull him off but Dean flicked his head and the guard went flying through the air and into a group of inmates standing close by.
Sam was seeing black spots and Dean's voice sounded far away. He could see his older brother but the words coming out of Dean's mouth weren't his. Sam slowly stopped kicking and concentrated on trying to breathe past the fingers constricting his throat. "dee…"
"Big brother isn't home right now. Please leave a message at the beep. Beeeep," the demon inside Dean laughed at his own wit as Sam's struggling ceased and his eyes rolled shut. Dean released Sam and sat up, "you're mine baby brother," he said to Sam's unconscious body. Suddenly Dean's body jerked as a bullet tore through the right side of his chest. He looked up at the guard tower, flicked his head and watched as a tower guard fell screaming to his death. Another bullet tore through Dean's body, this time on the left side, he fell off Sam and landed next to his legs. Dean's hand touched the hole in his chest, he brought his hand up to eye level and studied the blood dripping off his fingers. He laughed which soon turned into painful coughing.
Sam gasped and arched his back when consciousness returned. He grasped his neck and rolled over onto his side, coughing. When he opened his eyes he saw Dean lying next to him on his back watching blood drip off of his hand. "Dean?" he croaked.
Dean's yellow eyes looked down at him, "you're mine Sam." Dean's back arched and he screamed as a thick, black cloud flew out of his mouth and into the sky; he then fell back to the ground, unconscious. Sam pulled himself up to his brother, placed his hands on the bullet wound in Dean's chest and pressed down hard. "Aaagh!" Dean's eyes flew open, he coughed and gasped, "what?" he asked looking up at Sam.
Sam looked into Dean's green eyes, "it's okay Dean. You're going to be okay," he rasped out of his sore throat.
"Sam what happened?" Dean ground out between clenched teeth as his other hand found the second bullet wound.
"That yellow eyed son of a bitch came for a visit."
"Did I…oh god…I hurt you!" Dean could see the redness and finger shaped bruising around Sam's neck under the orange jumpsuit's collar. "I'm sorry Sam." The jail medics arrived and pulled the two brothers apart. Sam collapsed onto his back as a medic placed an oxygen mask over his face and two other medics pressed gauze pads against Dean's wounds.
Dean barely heard Sam's muffled plea, "don't die on me Dean. Please don't die," before he passed out as the medics lifted him onto a gurney and wheeled him out to a waiting ambulance.