Where to Run

Rated: M (18+)

Pairings: none

Warnings: Violence, angst, blood, language

Summary: Lucifer, Lilith, and Ruby used him. Dean can't trust him. Bobby hates him. Hunted by demons to be brought to Lucifer as a vessel and hunted by his own kin - Sam has nobody to turn to.

Notes:

I'll try to keep people in character, but can't guarantee it.

Set mid episode one of season five.

Alternative timeline, sort of, and altered events.

Disclaimer: i don't own the characters or any recognizable events. Not making any money off of this, it's purely for entertainment purposes only. And to get the ideas out of my mind so i have room for others. ^_^

Prologue

"When this is over, if we somehow manage to pull this off, then lose my number." Sam could hear Bobby's words echoing in his head like a sledgehammer. But he hadn't argued with the older hunter, instead just hung his head and walked away.

Accepting his fate and accepting that he'd screwed up enough to make the only other father figure in his life hate him.

Dean had followed him out and stopped him before he could fall into the Impala. "I'm sorry." Sam whispered before Dean could say anything.

"I know you are Sam." Sam glanced up and saw the pain and sadness in Dean's eyes. Dean never called him 'Sam', not unless something serious was up. Sam felt his chest clench in foreboding.

"Dean, is there something you want to say to me?" He asked after a few minutes pause. He didn't want to know, he didn't. He was scared. Dean had been so quiet. So tense. Like he was hiding something, or holding something back. Sam had a good guess as to what it was.

"I tried Sammy. I mean I really tried." Dean finally said. "But I just can't keep pretending that everything's all right: because it's not. And it's never going to be." Sam flinched, expecting it but still hurt. "You chose a demon over your own brother. And look what happened."

"I would give anything to take it all back." Sam said softly.

"I know you would. Look I know how sorry you are, I do. But man, you where the one I depended on the most. And you let me down in ways that I can't even… I'm just." Dean paused and Sam hung his head. "I'm having a hard time forgiving and forgetting here you know?"

"What can I do?"

"Honestly? Nothing. I just don't, I don't think we can ever be what we where. You know? I just don't think I can trust you." Sam felt his shoulders slump. He'd screwed up, big time. He knew it. When he looked up again Dean had his back turned to him. "You should go. I won't… I won't hunt you, or do anything to you. But I can't be with you."

Right now or ever, Sam wanted to ask. But he couldn't make the words come out. Instead he watched as Dean pulled his pack from the Impala and gently set it down on the ground.

"Don't call me." And then Dean was gone. And Sam was alone. With a soft sigh he bent down to pick up his pack. Then he started walking.

TBC