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A/N: Wrote this on a thought. These are Dean's thoughts as he watches Sam using his powers in the episode 'It's the Great Pumpkin, Sam Winchester'.
*SPOILERS*
It's the Great Pumpkin, Sam Winchester
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Still Sam
'No'. This couldn't be happening. His brother, his baby brother, going against the will of God, going against his own brother. 'I told him not to do it. I told him that using his powers would bring nothing good.' Yet, here he was, watching his brother destroy a demon with his freaky mind powers.
Walls closing in. It's getting harder to breathe. His brother was disobeying him. He was going 'dark side'. It's all falling apart. No, breathe. It's still Sam... Sam. Sam was struggling. The demon was getting closer. 'What was that? Was Sam really going dark right in front of him?' Must be hallucinating. Still Sam. But Sam's eyes were shaded, making them look black.
Black. Demon black. His brother, the demon. It wouldn't even be his brother anymore. He would be a shell. A Sam suit. Not his brother. Not his brother. Demon eyes. Dark eyes. Even after he said no, he was going to lose his baby brother.
He had to protect his Sammy. No demon thing would ruin that. Sammy. Protect Sammy. This wasn't Sam, though. Protect him how? Need to protect Sam. Can't move. Frozen. Scared. This isn't Sam. No, still Sam. Still Sam.
The darkness is gone. Dreaming. Must have been dreaming. Still Sam. Wait! Blood? Sam! This power is going to kill someone. Sam vs. Samhain. Who would die first? The demon was still advancing. Sam was bleeding... from his freaky mind powers. The pain, it's intense. Clutching his head. This thing is going to kill him. One way or the other, he's going to lose his baby brother.
Oh my God. Is that smoke? Demon smoke. Demon... Still Sam. Sam fighting a demon. Winning. Huh, freaky mind powers winning over demon. More smoke. More...
Sam's still in pain. He may not make it. May die. This freaky power thing is taking its toll.
Hold on. The demon's body fell to the ground? There's all the smoke. The demon smoke. The smoke that Sam is... taking care of? Sam's doing that. Sam's disobeying God! He's using his powers. Winning. Dying... Still Sam.
Powers given to him by the Yellow-Eyed son of a bitch. That bastard destroyed their family, now Sam was accepting the powers. Using them against a demon. Still Sam. Still Sam.
Holy crap! Sam vs. Samhain. Sam won. 'Don't know what I would've done if...'.
Still Sam. He's looking up. 'He's actually looking at me'. All of a sudden anger. Sam can't see the anger. No, because it's gone in an instant. No sooner was it there, it was replaced by nothing. 'I need time to think.'
Thinking. A good thing. Sam. He thinks more than any other person out there. Yet, he can't seem to see the downside of all this. He's not thinking. He's disobeying God! Sam, his Sammy, praying man, going against him. Going against God. Sam could change... No, still Sam.
It was over. Over. What was over? One more demon down, but the road ahead looks darker than ever. More evil. Evil. Sammy evil. Future holds nothing. Sam can't go on like this. He can't lose his brother. Not again. Not the right thing to think about. Think about the now. Still Sam.
For now, it's still Sam. Still Sam. His Sammy. Here and now is the only thing to think about. Right now. Darkness. Scary future. For now, still Sam. Must hold onto that. Still Sam.
Until when? Still Sam?
Maybe not Sam. Maybe...
End
A/N: I really hope you enjoyed that. It's not my normal writing style, definitely, and this is my first drabble. I hope it turned out all right, and you'll all review! Thanks!