A/N: Wow you guys thank you so much for the support with this fic!

While I love all my reviewers special shout out to Ellesia Winchester for the creative review and making me smile. I had to continue, I didn't want to be responsible for you going on a murderous rampage!

Warnings: A/N graphic violence all that jazz

Sam sipped his beer as he watched his brother and lover win yet another round of pool. A small smile tugged he corners of Sam's mouth. Dean was the only person who broke through the darkness in his heart.

"Howdy darlin'" a deep voice drawled. Sam turned to see a tan brunette sliding into the stall at the bar beside him.

Sam said nothing but continued to stare at the man with wide hazel eyes. The man grinned back at Sam, taking his stare as one of interest.

"What are ya drinkin'?" The man asked, trying to engage Sam in conversation. Sam simply raised an eyebrow at the man and glanced down at his beer.

The man did not let Sam's silence deter him. He continued to blather on to Sam, even going as far as resting his hand on Sam's thigh. All the while Sam regarded him with detached amusement, neither encouraging nor discouraging his advances.

"You know," the man (who Sam had learned was named Jason) said after a while. "For a man, you really are quite beautiful."

It was like a switched flipped. Sam's eyes lit up and as his mouth curled into a small predatory smile.

"Are you flirting with me?" Sam purred, leaning closer.

Jason grinned as he brazenly snaked an arm around Sam, bringing him closer. Jason trailed his tongue over the tan skin of Sam's neck, bringing it up to the shell of his ear. He was about to continue him ministrations before someone behind him loudly cleared their throat.

Sam grinned at the sight of his livid big brother, his cock stirring in his pants for the first time since Jason began touching him.

"Sorry man I don't like to share," Jason said, barely sparing Dean a glance.

Dean gave Jason a hard smirk. "Neither do I," he whispered before whipping out a gun and shooting Jason through one of his knee caps.

Jason howled in pain as he fell off the bar stool, the noise and the sound of the gun going off catching the attention of the rest of the patrons.

Dean grabbed a large hunting knife out of one of his black combat boots, leaving him with a gun in one hand, knife in the other.

"Nobody better fucking move," he growled, surveying the rest of the bar.

Sam grinned as he watched Dean take control of the bar. Sam wasn't particularly sane; both Winchester men knew that they accepted it and Sam couldn't mask his glee as he watched his own personal angel of death deal out death and judgment on his behalf.

Movement out of the corner of his eye caught Sam's attention.

"Dean," he said softly, not needing to raise his voice, Dean would always hear him, "the bartender."

"Aw fuck," Dean muttered as he watched the bartender try to slowly reach for what was undoubtedly a shotgun. Dean quickly fired off an expert shot, hitting the bartender square between the eyes.

"Now what the fuck did I just say," Dean sighed. "I told you all not to move and the first thing he does is go for a gun. It's like he wanted me to shoot him."

Everyone in the bar immediately shut up, it was clear this man was trigger happy and would have no qualms with shooting any of them if they moved.

"Thank you," Dean sighed. "Now if you all just shut the fuck up, we can all get out of this in one piece."

Sam smiled at this, because he knew it was a blatant lie. Dean always liked to give his victims a false sense of hope.

Sparing one last glance to ensure no one was going to try and be a hero, Dean walked over and kneeled in front of Jason who was groaning softly on the floor.

"You and me, we got a lot in common," Dean began running the edge of the hunting knife lightly across Jason's skin. "I'm not big into sharing either, especially not my boyfriend Sammy over there."

Sam gave a little wave when Jason dragged his pain filled eyes to meet his own.

"I-I didn't know," Jason whispered.

"What was that?" Dean asked, putting slightly more pressure into the knife. "I can't hear you!"

"I'm sorry!" Jason sobbed, trying his best to move away from the offending blade.

"He tastes so good doesn't he," Dean murmured. "I'm actually a little jealous of you; because that's the last thing you are ever going to taste, most dead men aren't so lucky."

Dean grabbed a chunk of Jason's hair, preparing to swiftly slit his throat.

"Dean," Sam said, his voice stopping Dean before he carried out the action.

"Sammy," Dean said almost reverently, letting go of Jason's hair.

Sam walked over to Dean, placing a gentle hand on the one with the knife.

"Not this one Dean."

The soft look on Dean's face hardened at these words. "Why?" He asked in a clipped tone.

Sam smiled and walked over to where Jason laid cowering and bleeding on the floor.

"He called me beautiful," Sam whispered, gently caressing his face.

"Is that right?" Dean asked with a raised eyebrow, "Interesting word choice."

Smile still in place, Sam absent mindedly took out a tube of chap stick and applied it generously to his lips. He then proceeded to sit down on the ground next to the bleeding man.

Dean turned away in disgust as Sam cradled his face and pulled him in for a long lazy kiss. To his credit, Jason appeared to be struggling out of his grasp as Sam swept his tongue into his mouth.

Clearly agitated, Dean turned and shot the first person he saw (a young blonde woman) point blank. The rest of the patrons (about eight people in total excluding Sam, Dean, Jason, and the two deceased) jumped and cowered at the obvious rage. A petite red head let out a sob, unintentionally drawing Dean's gaze.

"Scared sweetheart?" He teased, running the blade of the knife gently down her bare arm.

"Leave her alone!" A man who Dean assumed was her boyfriend tried to rush him. Dean tripped the man and plunged the knife into his neck.

The red head screamed as she was showered with the man's blood once Dean pulled out the knife.

Sam gazed down at Jason who was still in his arms and noticed his breathing was becoming labored.

"Dean let's hurry this up."

"Sammy," Dean whined. "I wanted to draw this out a little bit, have a little fun," he leered at the red head.

Under Sam's stern gaze Dean sighed and proceeded to shoot every single person left aside from Sam and Jason.

Jason's eyes grew wide as he began to seize violently in Sam's arms.

"Death is coming for him," Sam whispered to Dean who had joined the two on the floor.

Blood began to pour from Jason's mouth as though he were drowning in it from the inside out.

"You are so beautiful," Sam whispered to him, stroking the dying man's hair away from his face.

After another minute Jason's seizure ended and the man lay dead in Sam's arms.

"Poor bastard," Dean said shaking his head and standing up. "Any other words and he would have gotten off with just a bullet in the brain."

Sam smiled at his blood covered brother and leaned in for a kiss.

"Uh Sammy," Dean said, tapping his own lips. "You may have poison resistant demon blood but I don't, no kissing till you've washed."

(BREAK)

Agent Henrickson knew it was the Winchesters the moment he entered the crime scene. He had examined enough of their crime scenes to know their style by now.

"What do we got?" He asked one of the uniforms milling around.

"Eleven dead," The man reported. "Nine shot, one stabbed, and one cause of death yet to be determined."

"Yet to be determined," Henrickson repeated. "Show me that one."

The officer led him over to a body on the ground and removed the sheet.

"No gun or knife wounds to the body, nothing broken," the officer continued.

"He was poisoned."

The officer looked at Henrickson in surprise.

"No disrespect sir, but how could you possibly know that?"

"What do you know about the Winchesters boy?"

"Sam and Dean Winchester are the top most wanted serial killers in the United States," the officer began reciting as if this were common knowledge. "They are brothers that are also involved in an incestuous relationship. They were raised off the grid in a military fashion by their father John Winchester who was also Dean's first known kill. The boys have killed over a hundred people in the past five years. While it does not appear he follows Dean against his will, Sam rarely does any killing himself."

"Very good," Henrickson praised. "You've done your homework. Most of that information is common knowledge where the Winchester's are concerned. Something not as well known is that Sam Winchester does indeed kill on occasion."

"He's been known to step in when his brother is in danger," the officer supplied.

"Yes the Winchester's will always break pattern if the other is in danger however Sam has been known to kill on other occasions. Once in a while someone will do something that causes Sam to administer to them orally a small dose of an incredibly lethal poison." Henrickson continued. "After ingested the poison takes about five minutes to kick in. It causes the victim to have a seizure and drown internally in their own blood. It's a gruesome way to go and all it takes is getting a little bit on your tongue."

"None of that was in any of the reports I have read," the officer frowned.

"He doesn't do it every time," Henrickson confirmed. "We have not been able to figure out what it is the victims of the poisoning have in common, what they do to trigger Sam, but god help any one that does."

A/N So I'm not entirely happy with that chapter, just a short look into the lives of this version of the Winchesters, let me know if you like it and there will be more to come!