A disturbing, mirthless laugh issued from his
throat...his eyes blazed with hatred.... "Dean…Dean…Dean...always
the bold-as-brass, dedicated solider for good....so desperate to
change the one thing that cannot be changed....you never understood
that there is no saving me....I am who I was meant to be....I tried
to fight it....for so long I did....always hoping I'd break free from
it....but you see....you can't escape yourself...and now, I am who I
made to be...." Sam's voice was twisted...a dark, hollow version
of its former depth and deeply engendered goodness.... "You
are not my brother!!!! Where is Sam?!?!!? SAM!!!!!!!!! SAMMMY!!!!!"
Dean screamed...hoping, praying his brother was ok....this could not
be Sam....couldn't be....his sweet-natured little brother....his soul
true and good,....he could never turn into....into this monstrosity
that wore his face.... "AAAaawwwww...Dean....that it is
just too precious....but I assure you....it's really me....see....the
tattoo....the scars from when Jake killed me.... it's me...."
Sam said, lowering the shirt he had raised to show Dean his
proof.... "No....I don't believe you...." Dean
said...his words taking on a desperate
tinge,…"No...no...no...Sammy....please don't let it be
him....please God...don't let that be him.....please....he can't have
failed....he had promised Sam he would save him....he can't have
broken that promise....he can't...." he thought as tears formed in
his eyes…."Please God,…don't let it be him…" "Praying,
Dean?….Since when have you ever been a praying man?…" Sam
said, his dark, hollow voice the very embodiment of evil....Dean's
eyes snapped toward him...." Oh...did forget to mention I'd
finally come into my powers?...All that, from before....that was just
a taste....once I stopped fighting it, my powers just blossomed over
night. Every little thought you think, I hear it. Everything you
feel, I can tap into.....It's astonishing, the amount of power I
never knew I had...." Sam said....a cold grin pulling his lips
tightly across his face....
Sam's
solid form stood tall over the blood-darkened table....his topaz
colored eyes turned downward....Dean's bound form lay before
him....
"I
think it's about time we get the party started...don't you?" "Please….Sammy,
if you're in there, I'm begging you...snap out of this...." "Oh
Dean....sure thing...I'll give him the message...oh
wait...sorry...I heard it just fine...I just don't care..."
terrible laughter filled the room as he brought the club down on
Dean's left knee with blinding speed, the force of the blow making
contact fractured bones up and down the leg.... The pain was
unbearable. Dean felt himself slipping from conscious. He was jarred
awake by the sharp feeling of a needle entering his vein...."There
now....wouldn't want you to miss all the fun, now would we...."
Sam said, injecting the potent stimulant into Dean's body in one deft
movement.... Dean was unbearably awake...each terrible wound
sending his overwhelmed nerves into a frenzy....he sobbed
uncontrollably....the tears never stopping...His throat was dry,
rendering him unable to scream out his pain any more....He had one
last thought as Sam brutalized his torn and bleeding form over and
over again, before his mind shattered into the fathomless pit of
madness...."I'm sorry I didn't save you Sammy....I'm sorry I
broke my promise..... Sammy... I'm sorry...." Those were
the last words of a man damned to lose....
Sam said coldly as he brought a club slamming down on Dean's
right knee, crushing and shattering the bones.....Dean screamed, the
white hot pain blazing through him. His body jerked violently up
from the table only to be slammed back down by his restraints. His
screams lessened into desperate sobs...