RUDE AWAKENING

AUTHOR'S NOTE/DISCLAIMER

First chap takes place during "Born Under A Bad Sign" during the part where possessed Sam nearly rapes Jo, and then will go in a different direction from there. This is a sequel to "Needing Help" and I only own original characters from that story. The rest belongs to Eric Kripke and the CW. I'm not sure of Ash's relationship to them, so for this fic, Ash is Jo's brother. I originally wanted John to be alive for this, but it just worked out this way. I plan on focusing more Sam's remembrance of the events of "Needing Help" rather than him being possessed and what the demon said or did. There may be some similar lines from the ep.

CHAPTER ONE: DEMON LUST

"I can be more to you, Jo," Sam told Jo Harvell.

"Maybe you should leave," Jo said.

"Okay," Sam agreed. He released his grasp and Jo's arm jerked back. He walked past her. The girl sighed. That had been so weird. Why had Sam said all that stuff? Then, Sam grabbed her and jerked her around.

"Sam, get off me!" Jo told him. "Sam, get off me! Let go!" she instructed, hitting him. Why was he acting this way? He wasn't usually so forceful. He grabbed her hair and pulled her down. Jo grabbed a bottle off the counter and began to strike at Sam, who merely blocked her attack.

"Jo, Jo, Jo," he whispered. He forced her arm down, causing the bottle to shatter. Then, he turned her around and pinned her arm to the counter. She let out a cry and a gasp of fear.

"Sam, no, please! Please!" Jo cried. What is he doing? Has he gone crazy? she wondered.

"Ssssshhhhh, ssssssshhhhhhh, sssssshhhh," Sam said. He stroked her hair. "So beautiful," he whispered. Jo grunted and jerked her head away. She was turned around and he ripped her shirt.

"Sam, no!" Jo exclaimed.

"Shut up," Sam told her. He put a hand underneath the shirt.

"No! No, please!" Jo begged. Sam froze.

"No! No, please!" fourteen-year old Sam begged.

"Don't---no, please don't make me," Sam groaned. He pushed himself away from Jo and stumbled back.

"Sam?" Jo asked in fright and confusion. What's going on? she wondered again.

"It's inside me. I can't control it," Sam told her. "You have to stop me. You have to kill me!" he encouraged.

"Wha---wha---" Jo gasped.

"Jo, please! I can't hold onto it much longer!" Sam shouted. He groaned in pain. It was then Dean walked in.

"Dean!" Jo gasped, running to him.

"You all right?" Dean asked, embracing her.

"Something's wrong with Sam," Jo told him.

"Don't worry. It'll be okay. Just stay behind me," Dean assured her. Then, he pushed her behind him.

"I begged you to put a stop to this Dean! I'm turning into what I'm supposed to! You kill me!" Sam shouted. Dean started to say something, but no sound came out. This couldn't be Sammy. He wouldn't do this. He couldn't. "Dean, you gotta kill me!" Sam shouted.

"Sammy, don't ask me that," Dean said.

"Are you so afraid of being alone that you're willing to risk Jo's life?" Sam wondered. Dean's eyes flashed. He just had to remember---this wasn't his Sammy. Not if he was right. The older brother approached the other man. Then, he poured liquid on him. The younger Winchester roared in pain as smoke floated from his body.

"That's holy water, you demonic freak!" Dean shouted. The demon inside Sam growled, flashing black eyes at them, and then took off.

"He was just possessed?" Jo asked in relieved fright.

"Yeah, come on," Dean answered. They raced off after Sam. As they did so, Jo's mind raced. Thank God he was just possessed, she thought. When they caught up to him, she was so gonna kick that demon's tail.

"Dean, he had some kind of mark on his wrist. He said he had a run-in with a stove," Jo told him, as he turned on his phone.

"Thanks. I'll have Bobby look into it," Dean said. He went to his contacts, scrolled down, and pressed the call button when he got to Bobby's number.

"Singer," a voice said.

"Yeah, Bobby. Sam's been possessed. Jo said he had a strange mark on his arm," Dean reported.

"What it'd look like?" Bobby wondered. Dean looked at Jo.

"What'd this mark look like?" he queried.

"A red circle with a slash in it. It was almost like a lock," Jo told him. Dean relayed this information to Bobby.

"Okay, that's a binding link. I'll take care of it," Bobby assured. They hung up.

"Well?" Jo questioned.

"Bobby'll take care of it," Dean answered, starting out.

"He won't Sam, will he?" Jo asked in concern, following him. Oh, dear kid. Worried 'bout Sam after that thing tried to hurt her, Dean thought to himself.

"No, I told him Sam's possessed. He'll be careful," Dean assured. Then, "You should probably go back to the bar. You'll be safe there."

"I wanna go with you," Jo disagreed.

"Jo---" Dean began.

"I don't want him thinking I'm gonna blame him," Jo interrupted. Kid's got a point, Dean thought to himself.

"Fair enough," he said out loud. Meanwhile, Bobby Singer walked to the door after hearing the knock. He opened it to reveal Sam.

"Sam, come on in," the man invited. Sam smiled and stepped through the threshold. "Wanna beer?" the older hunter offered.

"Yeah, sure," came the response.

"So, where's Dean?" Bobby wondered.

"Oh, you know Dean. We finished a job and he decided to celebrate with a girl and a six-pack," Sam answered.

"The girl pretty?" Bobby asked, as he went to the fridge.

"Yeah, but if you ask me, he's in way over his head," Sam replied, his eyes marble black. Bobby chuckled. Then, turning around, he gave Sam a can of beer and took one of himself.

"A toast: to your father," Bobby said, and then raised his own can to his lips.

"To Dad," Sam said, taking a drink. Almost immediately, smoked poured from his body. "What did you do?" Sam demanded in pain.

"A little holy water in the beer. Sam never would've noticed. But then, you're not Sam," Bobby answered. Then, he punched the younger man in the face. When Sam woke up, he was aware of searing pain in his arm and the feeling of being stuck. It looked up and the demon growled when it realized it was underneath a devil's trap.

"You won't get rid of me. I can make Sammy do anything I want," it stated, shaking against its bonds.

"It's Sam," Bobby, Jo, and Dean chorused with identical glares. Then, Bobby began rapidly reciting in Latin. The demon screamed and groaned in pain. Minutes later, black smoke poured from Sam's mouth. He panted and looked at the trio. His gaze centered on Jo.

"Sam, are you okay?" she questioned. She was turned around and he ripped her shirt.

"What did I do?" he asked hoarsely.