Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural. Wish I did though. Or at least a '67 Chevy Impala. ;)
Monster In Me
So here was the deal. As long as he only used his abilities for killing the demons, everything would be fine. That was the point. It didn't matter that he was working with a demon to achieve his goal. It didn't matter (even though it really did) that he was doing it all behind his brother's back and lying straight to his face about it. As long as it kept his brother alive and he destroyed Lilith then everything would work out perfectly fine. Just like Ruby promised. Right?
Then there were those words again. Come back to haunt him and echo in his head. Vampire, Monster. Freak. But just because he was working with a demon, and drinking her blood to make himself stronger, didn't make him a monster. Just because he was using abilities that a demon gave him didn't make him a monster. Did it?
Or was this what he was always meant to be? Was he always meant become something unnatural. Something that was in all honesty worse than any demon. Something he couldn't stop. Couldn't control. Couldn't fight.
But he had to. Had to fight this monster he was becoming. Because the truth was, seeing the look in his beloved big brothers eyes, the look of disappointment and hatred was worse than anything else he could ever imagine. There was also something else he saw in those beautiful forest green eyes. A look he couldn't hide from any longer. The look of honesty and undeniable proof.
With that one look he finally saw and understood the truth. He was a monster. Didn't mean to say he had to stay that way, did he? He swore to himself and to Dean, he would fix this. Fix all of it. Even if it took all of eternity. Even if he had to sacrifice himself. He would fix the mess he made. After all, even monsters can be good. Right?
A/N: Ok, I sincerely apologize if this sucks. It's my first piece of creative writing since Grade 12. Which was 2004. So, yeah...R&R? Pretty please with m&ms on top?
