Wayward Children
The jagged blade of the knife scratched along the scruff of his neck "Do it." he said slowly in a coo "Do it" the words slipped out faster and louder, almost a deep growl, "DO IT!" A guttural yell escaped from his slightly askew mouth. "Come on little brother, you know you want to, come on Sammy."
"Where is my brother!" Sam cried in a less than intimidating manner. A lone tear slipping out of his left eye, reaching his bloody, beaten cheekbone before another word could find his mouth. The blade cut a small channel into Dean's throat just beneath his jawline and blood pooled out onto his chest. Sam looked at the blood with forlorn and wished nothing more than to suck the blood right off of him and be done with this whole situation.
"Why, I'm right here Sammy." A crooked grin etched itself onto Dean's face, noticing his brother eyeing his blood. As fast as the light left Dean's forest green eyes and replaced its self with the colorlessness of soot, was exactly as fast as Sam/s breath stopped dead in his throat. "I am your brother, little Sammy. Come on can't you tell who is your own brother?" silence was screaming into Sam's ears. "I'm disappointed in you Sammy."
"S-stop calling me that." it came out much less threatening than how he'd meant it sound, almost a mumble. "Only Dean can call me that…"
Dean scoffed "When will you see, little Sammy? This is the new and improved Dean! The 2.0!"
"You. are. NOT. Dean. Where is he?!"
"Sammy, if I weren't Dean, than how would I know that you cry your way through sex, or that you keep a ruler by your bed and every morning when you wake up, you…" confusion was the first surfaced emotion but was followed in short by rage and embarrassment as Sam cut him off.
"How did you know that?! N-nevermind it doesn't matter how you knew that. All that matters to me is finding Dean."
"Why Sam, you seem to have something stuck to your shoe, not the one you lost though, did you get it stuck there in Poughkeepsie? Thats a real funkytown isn't it?" A sly smile crept onto Dean's smug face.
"Dean? How are you? Why are y? What hap? WHATS GOING ON?!" Sam finally choked out, fear evident in his voice.
"It's the mark of Cain, Sammy. It makes me so much stronger!" Dean flicked his hand and Sam flew to the wall accordingly, the demon blade clattered to the hard concrete floor making a cold metallic sound that sent chills down Sam's spine. He writhed against the wall as Dean choked him through the air. " You never told me how good it feels to be a demon Sammy, Im offended, truly. Although you never were a full demon were you? Persay, you were just one of Azazel's bastard children one of hundreds, nothing really special about you at all."
"Y-you're gonna take me out Darth Vader style?" Sam choked out begrudgingly from the stranglehold.
"Oh dear Sammy, you're much more valuable alive than dead. You must know that I have great plans for us." Dean smiled as he dropped Sam to the floor instantly. Come with me the easy way or the fun way. Ill let you choose this time, don't make me regret it." Sam got to his feet with more of a difficultly than he was expecting and followed Dean down the long bright hallway into the cold darkness of the torture room casting a forlorn glance at the demon blade that Dean had picked up somewhere in his own confusion.
"What are you gonna do to me Dean?" Sam asked below his breath, regretting it the moment the damn words left his mouth.
"Everything."