To be honest I was planning on posting this on my livejournal but right now I've having trouble connecting to that site so I decided, even though I have too many stories, to post it here. I probably won't get that many of reviews but I wanted to post it somewhere right now because I spent more time than usual on this fic. I was going to make it longer, but than I got tired and I want to be well rested when I write my stories. If that makes sense. You guys can also tell me if it's good enough to post on livejournal yet, or if I need to work on it some more :)
Dean's worst fear had happened. Sam had finally turned evil. Because Dean was still his brother Sam decided to keep Dean alive. But to please his followers, to show that he had no favorites, he kept Dean in a cage along with Bobby and Ellen and the dead body of Jo. Ellen didn't notice anyone except her dead daughter that she constantly cradled in her arms. When Sam first took them Dean made the dangerous suggestion that Sam wasn't purely evil. Because of this Sam had snapped Jo's neck in front of all of them, and then left her in the arms of her wailing mother.
Dean sat in the cage numbly as he and Bobby listened to Sam talking to his followers, making more plans. Dean leaned against the bars of the cage. Bobby watched him, trying to strike up some sort of conversation.
"Dean…" His voice trailed off and Dean looked at him lifelessly.
"What?" His voice sounded so dull. So dead. Bobby didn't know what he was even going to say, so he shook his head.
"Nothing," he mumbled.
Dean sighed as he continued o watch Ellen rock back and forth, still holding Jo's body. He still blamed himself for the girl's death. For pushing Sam so far, for challenging him. For making him angry. He closed his eyes, desperately trying to think that the Sammy he knew-the Sammy he grew up with-was still in there somewhere. That his innocent little brother wasn't completely dead. But more and more that hope seemed more like wishful thinking than anything else.
He closed his eyes, desperately trying to escape this hell hole that was forced upon him. More than once he wished that Sammy would have killed him and be done with it. Living was worse than going to hell, in Dean's mind. To him this was the real hell.
"I'm taking my brother with me," he heard Sam tell his group.
"But why?" One of the demons growled. "You don't need his help!"
Sam advanced towards the demon dangerously.
"You want to question my decisions? My orders?" He said softly, too softly. The demon gulped, and lowered his eyes.
"No sir," he quickly decided to say. Sam nodded.
"Smart move," he whispered. He unlocked the cage door and raised the gun at Bobby's head.
"You try and escape," he told Dean. "And he dies."
Dean couldn't be responsible for another person's death. Quickly, and sullenly, he obeyed. Sam handcuffed Dean's hands to his back as he lead his older brother to the car.
"What?" Dean whispered coldly as they walked outside. "Don't trust me anymore, Sammy?"
"Don't call me Sammy," Sam snapped, shoving him into the passenger's seat.
"Fine, Sammy," Dean sneered. Maybe it was a good thing evil Sam hated this nickname. It reminded him too much of the past, perhaps, too much of the time when he was good.
Sam glowered at him as he got into the driver's seat.
"Don't press your luck," he warned. Dean sighed, deciding to let it slide for a moment.
"Why are you taking me with you?" He asked, moving his hands around in his back, trying to get a comfortable position. His arms were already aching.
"Because, I wanted your company." Sam kept his eyes on the road.
"How sweet," Dean sneered. "You wanted my company."
"And I wanted you to witness first hand that your old brother, the one who was good?, is truly dead," Sam added with a snap. "I want to destroy whatever hope you have of 'saving me'."
Dean stared at him.
"What are you planning to do?" He asked slowly. He swallowed his fear. Sam turned and looked at him.
"I want to kill off all the hunters," h e told Dean calmly. "Every last one of them. Eliminate every single kind of threat. They may not be able to kill me, necessarily, but they could kill my followers. That presents a problem."
"Yeah, it sure does," Dean retorted back sarcastically. He glared at his little brother. "So I guess you'll have to kill me, right? I mean, I'm a hunter, and so's Bobby. So's Ellen."
"But they aren't a threat to me," Sam contradicted him. "And neither are you. But I can't keep in taking hunter's as prisoners. There's too many of them, and I don't have the room."
"Why did you keep Bobby and Ellen alive?" Dean asked suddenly. He suspected the answer, but he wanted Sam to say it.
"Because," Sam said rather stiffly. "They're important to you."
"Why should you care if something's important to me?" Dean snapped. Sam looked at him with surprise.
"I would have thought that was obvious, Dean. You're my brother."
"So? Why should demons care about family?"
"I'm not a demon, Dean."
"So, you still work with them. You think like them, you act like them."
"I am part Demon, yes, but I still remember what it's like to be human. I still care about you. The others fault me for it, but I can't help it. I can't change it, so I don't try. But if you force me to take drastic actions, I won't hesitate. It'll hurt me ,yes, but I won't hesitate."
Dean stared at him.
"Is that a threat?"
"It's more of a…" Sam paused as he tried to choose his words. "A warning."
"Warning my ass," Dean growled as he looked out at the window. Being stuck in the car with this monster was worse than any kind of torture.
Sam said nothing as he pulled into an isolated cabin. He got out of the car. Dean stiffened and straightened himself. This wasn't happening. Sammy wouldn't kill. Well maybe not the Sammy he knew. This stranger, however…who knows what he's capable of? Dean stared in horror as he watched the door open.
"Yes, can I help you?" A hunter emerged in the doorway. Sam smiled.
"You already have," he hissed and pulled out a gun and shot him directly in the forehead. Dean jumped at the gunshot and stared at the blood splattered door, feeling sick to his stomach. Sam kneeled down and rolled the hunter over. As he smiled he closed the dead man's eyes and walked calmly to the car as if nothing happened.
He stared at Dean as he got in.
"Still think your sweet and innocent little brother is in here somewhere?" He sneered. Dean stared at him, still recovering from the quick and rather brutal murder. His mouth felt dry, but he couldn't bring himself to say no.
"Yes," he finally whispered, "I do."
Sam stared at him with cold and dangerous eyes. He backhanded Dean sharply across the face. The hand stung Dean, and left his head spinning.
"Wrong answer," Sam sneered and started to the car, leaving the Hunter's body to rot.
Finally they returned to their hideout. Dean was exhausted from feeling so much pain. Each hunter that Sam killed Sam made sure Dean saw. And each time Sam asked if Dean thought there was still hope of saving his brother. Each time Dean said there was. Sam hadn't killed all of them, but he had decided he had killed enough for that night.
What more, Sam was beyond livid now. He tossed Dean into the abandoned building, but then forced Dean into a separate room. He ordered one of his followers to tie Dean to the ceiling.
"Leave me alone with him," Sam ordered them and quickly the door bolted shut. And just like it was in some of his nightmares Dean saw Sam slowly advance towards him with a menacing smile on his face and a dangerous glint in his eyes…