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If you think Sam is so innocent to drink demon blood and turn evil, read this story.

For those who had read this story before, I deleted this story and I have to republish it, so I used the chance to revise it, I hope it has gotten better.

Kingdom of Hell

The night has settled fully and it's utterly dark. Not even a dim star twinkles in the misty sky; and soon little by little a pall of thick cloud covers the moon too. The heavy and thick air is hanging stagnate at both sides of the long dirt lane. All Sam can see is dry branches of lifeless trees as the white light of his black car tears apart the darkness of heartless night. His bloodshot sleep deprived eyes are fixed on the narrow road. His young handsome face is broken and drowned; he's been in hell these last few months, and now miles and miles away from any sign of civilization he has only one thing on his mind, saving his brother, ending both their hells. He clutches the wheel more firmly in determination.

The faithful old Impala slows down and comes to a stop just before a cross road. Sam immediately reaches to the empty passenger seat and takes out a bottle of holy water and an old gun from his weaponry duffel. It's not a demon killing gun, but still some thing to make him feel a little more secure. He arms it quickly and drags his battered body out of the car. His heart starts to beat faster as adrenalin rushes trough his veins. As soon as he gets out of the car and slams the door the damped cold air fills his lungs and it gets harder to breath. The heavy air which feels like lead in his congested lungs soon brings a few wet coughs.

He kneels on the hard rocky ground and starts to dig a hole, deep enough to burry the small box he uses to summon crossroad demons with a stick he finds on the ground.

Sam is following his father's and brother's foot steps. He is walking in the kingdom of hell.

He is breathless and wheezing when he picks up his gun and stands up. The most ridiculous thing about this situation is this cold that wouldn't leave him alone, he doesn't even remember for how long he has had this cold. It started out as nothing but annoying coughs; some times it got aggressive and left him fevered and miserable for a few days, the rest of the time it wasn't that bad, just a congested lung and coughs, so he hasn't done anything to get rid of it, skipping nights of sleep and lack of proper food hasn't helped either. Any way what's the point in trying to die healthy; he is not going to need his lungs in hell.

By the time he finishes digging Sam feels warm, but he ignores it and looks around closely. He can only see the part of the road the impala's headlights are illuminating; the rest has crept into the darkness and is completely hidden. "Come on you bitch, show yourself." He mutters to the darkness impatiently.

The worn out Winchester can't wait to put an end to all this, to drag his brother out of hell and die in peace. He is exhausted physically and emotionally. He has fought tooth and nail every day to bring back his brother, but so far nothing, just one dead end after another. He is getting tired of dragging his brother's belongings with him every where he goes; Dean's clothes, his boots, his weapons, his toiletry and his car. The world is so empty and intolerable without his brother.

For a few moments it's so unnaturally quite, but the young hunter knows from years of experience that it is just the peace before a storm. His heart starts hammering in his chest and he knows it, he can feel it, the unholy presence of a demon, he starts panting and feeling hot as beads of sweat appears on his forehead. He can hear his heart beat in his ears and it's so loud he can hardly hear any thing else.

"Look what we have here, a superstar… Couldn't wait to meet me honey?" A coy feminine voice comes from behind him, Sam turns around quickly. No matter how on the alert you are, these devils always manage to sneak on you. He immediately raises his gun and aims it at her face.

The woman puts her hands in the air as a sign of surrounding. "Easy tiger, we just wanna talk, don't we?" The demon has possessed a girl with a very innocent face, her long curly blond hair shines in the Impala's bright light. With her knee high white dress any one would mistake her for an angel.

"I'm tired, so let's make it quick." Sam says gruffly.

"What's the rush, sweetie? I have waited so long to meet the great legendary Sam Winchester. The last of the Winchesters standing." She says with evident malice in her voice and lingering on every word long enough to make it more hurtful.

Sam ignores her. "So….. Are you going to give me what I want?"

"For the beginners why don't you lower your gun? Not that it can harm me in any way, it just makes you look…" she ponders on her last word, "… unfriendly. I'm getting the feeling that you aren't very fond of me." She pouts.

"You can't even imagine how much you disgust me." Sam says, but lowers his gun any way. "Besides if you like me so much why you don't give me what I want."

"You want me to save your brother from hell?" She is not able to do what Sam wants, even if she could she wouldn't do it, but like all other sadistic bastards of her kind she likes to play with humans. They all enjoy manipulating you, let your hopes set then completely shatter them and enjoy your feeling of helplessness.

"Yeah, and I don't even want ten years, not even one day, just replace me with my brother." Sam says calmly, not even thinking about the consequences of it any more. He feels so cold inside and for some reason he doesn't care anymore.

"Oh, interesting offer." The ghastly demon says enthusiastically, pretending she is interested. "To have your soul immediately is so tempting; do you have any idea how many demons you have killed since your brother died? You are getting so dangerous for demons… but you know your brother is so wanted in hell, I might get myself in trouble helping you."

"I've heard you're a strong demon." Sam negotiates.

"I know, just let me think about it." She puts her finger on her chin and stares up in the air, acting as if she is thinking.

Some thing like the warmth of hope blossoms in Sam's frozen heart, he feels he is stepping out off his miseries finally. It is hard to believe.

The demon strides closer to him fully invading his personal space. Sam doesn't move, maybe because he is astounded with the possibility of what could happen.

"I made my decision." She stares at Sam's impeccable, but bloodshot eyes. "No can do… sorry." She shrugs and turns around quickly. "They need your brother in hell, besides he deserves every single torture he gets." She is trying to push the young Winchester to the verge of madness.

The whole world crushes down on Sam, his knees get week and he sways a little, he feels so much hotter now, his lung infection is going to be the death of him, but before that he has one more thing to do, he will drag this son of a bitch down with him.

He raises his hand, his palm toward the back of the demon. The demon freezes where she is, she turns around slowly with a deep frown on his face and hatred burning in her red eyes. "What do you think you can do? You are so week." She says through clenched teeth.

"I'm doing a favor to all of your so called clients." Sam says calmly. He fists his fingers with force as if some invisible power is keeping him from doing so. The demon tries to back away, but an unseen energy is keeping her glued to the ground.

A blinding pain hits Sam just behind his eyes, he screws his eyes shot and clutches his temple to ease the pain a little, trying hard to keep his other hand steady. He slowly opens his eyes to see the demon's face contorted in pain. If he is lucky he can save an innocent girl tonight, he has exercised a demon before, although with Ruby's help and guidance. He tries harder to channel his energy like Ruby has told him, but it just intensifies his headache. Soon he feels some thing wet sliding down from his nose to his lips. He feels weaker by every passing moment, but he is not giving up. His vision gets darker, the impala's light is blinding for his sensitive eyes. His heart beats furiously in his chest. He sees the death dancing in front him, but still keeps his hold on the demon. He is going to kill this filthy monster even if it's the last thing he is ever going to do in his life.

The blood drips on his shirt from his chin. The demon is standing dumbfounded, but she can sense her captor's energy is consuming fast. Sam's vision darkens and the demon's triumph smile is the last thing he sees. The young Winchester can't see any more. He opens his fist and closes it again uselessly trying to bring out the energy that is boiling inside him; if he doesn't do it it's going to take its toll on his body. And it does, Sam falls down gradually to his knees. The pain gets too much to handle. He can't help the whimper that escapes his lips. But if he lets go it would be the last thing he does, so he still keeps his weakening hold on the demon.

"Is anything wrong kiddo? Need some help with your powers?" The demon says in a mocking tone.

Soon the death which is dancing around attacks him and grips his heart, the echo of his heart beat stops. All his energy runs up, and the oblivion drags him down. His hand falls limply to his side and the ground starts tilting toward him. Every thing goes dark and quite. The blood from his nose drips down on the ground and the parched soil gulps it down hungrily.

The demon watches Sam Winchester passing out in front of her and hitting the ground lifelessly.

The mist starts to make the air dusky. The demon stands over Sam and watches him with a roguish smile. But she is not the only one watching. The pitch black eyes of another demon are watching her from behind a large truck of a tree.

supernatural

"What other lame ass test you wanna do to see that I'm real, Bobby?" Dean says putting down the container of holy water, wiping his wet lips with the back of his hand. He is in bobby's living room, sitting in front of a very astounded Bobby.

"What do you want me to do? Dead people don't come to visit me from hell every day, you edjit." Not the way he intents to say it. "Look Dean, I… I just…"

"It's OK Bobby, this is so surreal to me too." Dean tells Bobby avoiding his tentative look. He runs a hand through his hair, desperate to find an answer. "I need a beer."

Bobby goes to get not one, but two beers. "What do you remember, Dean?" He opens a bottle of beer and put it in front of the younger man.

"Nothing, Bobby." He says after his first gulp of beer. "I just remember dying on the floor, and then waking in a dusty casket in a grave and it's four months later." The memory of his death is still so fresh in his mind. He can still hear Sam's cries in his head and feel the sharp teeth of hell hound on his flesh as he is being ripped to shreds. Although Dean knows it happened a long time ago, he is still pretty shaken. He takes another swing from his bottle, trying to regain his composure.

"It must be your idiot of a brother, he must have done some thing. I just hope it's not as stupid as what you did." Bobby remembers how erratic and desperate Sam acted after Dean went to hell and prays for the young Winchester.

An uneasy silence overwhelms the room. Both of the men consider all the scary possibilities in their mind.

Dean needs to know what Sam has done to take him out of hell, hopefully it's not as stupid as what he did. 'Sam is much smarter than I am,' he consoles himself.

"Where is Sam any way?"

"I have no idea." Bobby answers, deliberately avoiding Dean's eyes.

"What!" Dean snaps. "I thought you would take care of Sam after I died. I thought you said we were family. You don't know where my brother is? …Bobby you were supposed to look after him."

No doubt that one of these stubborn Winchesters is going to be Bobby's death one day. "He doesn't want me to know where he is. What did you expect, Dean? You wanted him to live happily ever after like nothing happened? Well sorry, that was a little hard for your brother." Unlike Dean Bobby stays calm, but every word he says is just like a knife shredding the older brother's heart into bloody pieces.

"We have to find him, if anyone can track him, it's me." No need to ask if Sam is OK, he probably isn't. Dean puts his empty bottle of beer on the table and leaves hurriedly for the bed room.

supernatural

Sam is floating between a restless sleep and wakefulness. He remembers some thing was terribly wrong, but his mind is not alert enough to tell him what. He has to open his eyes, because where ever he is he's not safe; he has lost his haven months ago.

As long as I'm around nothing bad is going to happen to you. He hears Dean in his fuzzy mind.

After a few minutes the emergency of the situation defeats his exhaustion and he pries his eyes open. Every thing is blurry. As the picture in front of him comes to focus, all the events of last night come to him one by one; the crossroad, the demon, the blood, the pain in his head and then nothing. He jolts awake and rubs his eyes to shake off the drowsiness. He looks around, unlike what he expects he is in a room, a small motel room. He is lying on a bed with a blanket over him. He sits up and looks around; the room is almost empty except for a bed and a night stand, so lifeless and dull, not even a hideous painting on the wall or an old T.V at the corner like all the other cheap motel rooms he has stayed in.

Sam is still in the same clothes as last night, except for his shoes which are discarded beside the bed. At the corner of the wall a girl is standing with crossed arms, she is wearing a tight black jacket and jeans. Demons have some taste in dressing.

"Ruby!" Sam says groggily. Although Ruby now possesses another body, Sam can recognize her just by looking. He doesn't even know if it is because of his powers or he is just getting better in recognizing demons by spending so much time around them.

Ruby is looking at him like he owes her some thing, some thing big.

"Possessing some other helpless body I see." Sam rubs his forehead to get rid of some of the pain pounding in his head. "The last one wasn't good enough for you? Or you just got tired of it?"

"I possessed a soulless body, like you wanted. This one is empty." Ruby answers sternly.

"Empty?" Sam is too busy with his headache and rubbing his temples to even give Ruby a suspicious look.

"This body was brain dead, the soul had already left it, I swear."

Sam is still doubtful, but he doesn't have the energy to deal with another demon right now.

"Do you have any other reason not to trust me now?" Ruby's voice changes to a soft tone.

"I don't have any reason to trust you either." Sam says in a low voice.

"How many times do I have to put myself in danger to save your ass so you trust me, Sam?" Sam has gotten even more stubborn after his brother's death, if that's even possible.

It's obvious that ruby had saved him again last night, but still what she's asking is too much. "You want me to drink demon blood, damn it." Sam shouts angrily which makes his headache worse. He grimaces in pain and tries to keep his head steady between his hands.

Did he know the demon's plan for me? Am I supposed to go dark side or something?

Ruby leaves her position at the corner of the wall and comes closer. "Well maybe that's because I thought you care that much about your brother to help him." Ruby says harshly.

Sam wants to shout back and tells the demon to leave him the hell alone, to let him die in his miseries, but the only thing which comes out through his parted lips is a pitiful moan. Ruby's shout hammers in his aching head, and he feels sick. He shoves the blanket aside and goes directly for the bath room. Standing up he feels dizzy, and almost falls down before managing to use the wall as leverage. He staggers to the bath room, not even bothering to close the door behind him.

Fifteen minutes later Sam is done heaving and throwing up bile, he leaves the bathroom and leans against the wall. Finding no energy to go further, he starts sliding down the wall slowly and sits on the floor wearily. The clock on the night stand shows 4:23 PM. Sam clutches his head with his both hands and puts his head on his knees. He closes his eyes just to escape from the cruel realities of his life for a few short moments.

You know that I've tried so hard to keep you safe.

Dean. He clutches Dean's amulet which is hanging from his neck. He presses it to his aching chest.

As long as I'm around nothing bad is going to happen to you.

"Pain killers?" Ruby asks in a concerned voice, like she really cares.

There are times like this that Sam thinks maybe someone with a wicked thing in them could resist being evil. This is something that if he believes his life will get easier, so he tries to believe it.

He lifts his head sluggishly and takes the pills Ruby's offering. He swallows them dry, and puts his head back on his knees.

As long as I'm around nothing bad is going to happen to you.

Ruby sits on the bed. "That was some crappy demon exercising, Sam. you looked so pathetic." Ruby says with sympathy. "You know to be powerful enough to help your brother; you have to drink demon blood."

"If you say demon blood and drink in one sentence again, I'm gonna be sick all over again." He says and presses his forehead to his knees harder.

Sam, when dad told me that I might have to kill you, it was only if I couldn't save you. And if it's the last thing I do I'm gonna save you.

Sam curls his long fingers around Dean's amulet, the amulet he took from his brother's dead body four months ago.

"Ok, but you have no reason to denny my suggestion; you don't have any other choices." Ruby knows Sam Winchester has tried his last way to help his brother last night.

"I don't want to turn into a freak, some thing that I'm not." Sam answers quietly.

Hell… it's a prison made of bone and flesh and blood and fear. It's the worst thing possible. He remembers Meg talking about hell.

"What are you afraid of, Sam? Going to hell? What happened to 'I don't even want ten years, not even one day, just replace me with my brother.'" She snorts, "I thought you'd do any thing to save Dean, but you are just a coward. If you only had half of your brother or your father's audacity, then we could kill so many demons and save so many lives as well as helping your brother." Ruby is trying to push the right buttons. "Besides you already have demon blood in you."

Sam, dad told me that I might have to kill you.

For once Sam is left speechless. Ruby is absolutely right; he has demon blood running in his veins, he would tear off every vein from his body, if that was possible, but he is tainted for ever. So what is he trying to protect himself from? Demon blood?

He has thought of killing himself, but it would make Dean's sacrifice wasted, he has no choice but to live. Dean has gone to hell, so he could have a life, but just how he was going to have it. He definitely couldn't go back to his normal life while Dean was in hell. He couldn't even sleep thinking how Dean would be tortured in hell. It was just impossible. Besides, from what he has learned there is some thing big going on, he knows demons are cooking something and it's never a good thing. He has to keep fighting them, maybe he can get revenge from some of these demons if nothing.

Seeing the young Winchester speechless, Ruby takes out a little vile out of his pocket and puts it on the floor in front of him.

"You haven't eaten any thing but painkillers for these last days. This will make you feel so powerful you can't even imagine. You can take a couple of demons at a time. You don't have to feel helpless and sick ever again. I swear if there is a way to help your brother it's this little vile here."

If it's the last thing I do, I'm gonna save you.

Sam lets go of his brother's necklace and picks the vile with shaky fingers; he gawk at the dark crimson liquid in it. The thought of drinking it is making him nauseous. It is blood and not just any blood, it's the blood coming out of a human body, and it's the evil blood of a demon.

Suddenly some thing like a sizzling fire flares inside him, clawing at his heart with need. It's one of the strongest feelings he has ever had, but he has no idea what it is. Seems like hunger or thirst, but more powerful.

Yes, he is tired, tired of being sick and in pain, tired of being helpless and pathetic. So, what if he could be healthy and powerful, have the power to take all those who made his life miserable down? Should he think about the consequences or not? One thing is for sure, it's not what Dean would want him to do. But Dean is not here, and Sam is all by himself. It is so hard to admit, but he has nothing to lose.

So what if he takes it, and gets more powerful? He is not afraid of hell itself any more.

TBC

NEXT CHAPTER: Wounds on My Soul

Winchester brothers are reunited. Dean has to encounter something he never really believed in, an angle.

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