Hey, guys! I know this isn't my regular thing, but bear with me on this one.
This is just something that I've had in my head for forever. I even had it typed up on my phone because I could never decide if I wanted to publish it or not. I'm not really sure how much I like it—I just felt like seeing what you guys thought.
So, here you go. Tell me what you think!
"He said that I had to save you, that nothing else mattered, and that if I couldn't, I'd…"
"You'd what, Dean?"
"That I'd have to kill you. He said I might have to kill you, Sammy."
He would deny it, of course, especially when confronted by his brother, but the truth was, he loved the way it made him feel.
He loved how much stronger he was, how much raw power he possessed. It didn't just give him the ability to kill demons with his mind—it made him more confident, more alert, and ten times tougher than he'd ever been. He knew he could take down anyone in a fist fight now, even Dean, who had always been able to kick his ass six ways to Sunday.
The down side: he knew his brother didn't trust him anymore, even without knowing the reason why. He knew Dean could tell there was something different about him, something dark, darker even than the death visions that had once plagued him. But if he ever found out…
That couldn't happen.
Dean could never find out about the demon blood. He couldn't bear to see the disgust in those piercing green eyes, hear the word he had always dreaded hearing, but deep down, knew was true.
Monster.
But he wouldn't stop—couldn't stop.
He'd never go back to being that weak little boy he used to be. Any power was good power in his eyes. The demon blood was worth it.
It was all worth it.
Anything to help you sleep at night, Sam…