Abomination

Summary: Sam and Dean have always been freaks, Sam found out when he was twenty two just how much of a freak he was. It wasn't until the boys are trapped once again by the demon that they find out Dean's little secret that none of them knew about. Just a quick one shot that's been playing on my mind.

Disclaimer: Don't own 'em or the show but man… I wish I did.

Okay! So I couldn't leave it alone! I had to add a story behind it, especially after the response I got. I have no idea where this came from; I just sat down and started writing and this is what I got. I have a habit of writing short chapters and leaving bad cliffies at the end of them. Please bear with me and I will add more to this story!

Fight the Good Fight

(One Week Earlier)

There were so many scattered all over. He'd found a deep pleasure in visiting them when they were just babies and he enjoyed watching them as they grew, thrived on their pain and anguish and in some, bloodlust.

Max Miller, he was a charm. He'd been beaten so badly as he grew up and was an emotional ruin, perfect for moulding. When he'd discovered his telekinetic powers he'd opened up to them so easily, letting them grow and grow, letting the power and anger and hate that came with them grow too. He began to master his skills and the demon was pleased when he saw how ready he was to kill and when he had killed, the demon was ecstatic. If he hadn't turned his powers and that gun on himself, he would have been a great asset.

Then there was the Weams kid, Ansem or Webber, whatever he preferred, the demon didn't care much, they were only names. He was one of two, given up for adoption and he'd led a rich life, grown up health and when the demon decided it was time to visit, it told him all about his other half, his twin. His mind controlling abilities were wonderful and he progressed so much after he let the darkness in. He was another one do ready to kill, so willing. But then his life was ended all because of his twin, the one that was supposed to make him whole.

Andrew Gallagher, that's what the twin was called. He had the same abilities as his brothers, though not nearly as well advanced but he'd get their, given time. His life had been simple and he didn't want much, what he wanted he got and so the demon had little to offer him and was hoping that his meeting with his twin could show the true promise the kid had. In a way it did, it showed that he was willing and able to kill but it also showed he was noble, which made the demon less enthusiastic.

Another tragic story was Scott Carey. He was another emotional ruin. The demon truly enjoyed his meetings with Scott, telling him about the plans, playing with his mind, haunting his dreams and making him into an outsider, a freak. He fried his neighbours cat, electrocuted it and the dumb kid actually felt guilty about it. He didn't want to hurt anyone. Shame, the demon thought, sighing as he thought about how he'd never see Scott's full potential, not after that damn hunter cut up open.

Ava was a pretty girl. She go visions, in fact she had one of Scott, she'd watched him die in it. She probably could have saved him if she'd understood. She was getting married, but after a foolish trip to save another kid from his death that she'd dreamed about, she came home to find her fiancé dead and now… well, now she's honing her abilities.

There's so many more of them but if the demon had to choose pick one that truly stood out from the rest, it was Samuel Winchester. So determined to fight evil instead of becoming part of it. He possessed not only precog but telekinesis as well, yet the guy just refused to accept either ability. He tried his hardest to save the people in his 'death' visions and the demon couldn't help but think if he could just get rid of one obstacle that always seemed to stand in the way, then he could claim Samuel Winchester.

But there he was, always there protecting Sam from as much as he could. That damned Dean Winchester.

It was late, or early depending on how you looked at it, either way it was 3AM and Sam Winchester was sat in front of his laptop, searching for their next hunt. Dean had fallen asleep well over four hours ago and Sam smiled. He'd gotten pretty beaten up by that poltergeist the previous night so it was good to see him actually getting a good night's sleep.

Didn't matter what the creatures were, they just loved handing out giant dollops of pain to the Winchesters. Sam ran his finger across the scar on his face and his slightly swollen and bruised jaw. Yeah, Dean wasn't the only one who'd gotten hurt but he had gotten the brunt of it, that's what happened when you played the distraction and always put yourself last.

But it was another hunt completed; another evil 'vanquished', another life saved and another day they'd managed to survive. And then the next hunt would come and they're do it all again, only never knowing for certain whether they're make it out alive. He remembered back to Dean's heart attack over a year ago and sighed, his words echoing through Sam's mind.

"Look Sammy, what can I say man? It's a dangerous gig. I drew the short straw. That's it, end of story."

That's what happened when you fought the good fight.

It was 3.10AM and his eyes were starting to droop. He still sat with the laptop open, its screen dimly lighting the room behind him. He scanned the pages, closed them down and opened more up. There were signs of a haunting in Dallas, either that or a really good prank being pulled. Sam continued reading and by the of the several articles on it, he'd dismissed it and labelled it as a divorce gone badly and an ex-wife getting her revenge on quite possibly a cheating ex-husband. The Winchesters didn't like getting involved in domestic disturbances, probably because they'd had so many of their own over the years.

Okay, so no to Dallas. However some tourists had gone missing over in Memphis, maybe it was worth looking into. No positive pattern with the victims yet, except that they all sounded young. Maybe they went to the same college or knew the same person. It was surely worth researching into.

It was 3.25AM and Sam's eyes had closed, momentarily, several times over the past few minutes and he didn't know why but he just didn't want to sleep, sleep was wasting time. He'd dragged up a few details about the missing people, mainly just their names, ages, current college and yes, they all went to the same college and were probably in sororities and fraternities. Sam glanced at the calendar, it was about the right time for them to be pulling pranks but still, maybe he should tell Dean later, in the morning after Sam had actually gotten some sleep.

It took three yawns for Sam to admit defeat and he closed his laptop with yet another sigh and headed over to his bed. On the way over he felt two sensations come at once, the sudden light headedness and the blinding flash of pain that always started behind his eyes and always magnified and echoed through the rest of his skull, rattling loudly. The images followed almost simultaneously.

There were two figures, both running, one further behind but catching up quickly. They were running through a park, Sam caught the name on a sign and forced the words to stay imprinted as he continued watching the commotion.

The first figure looked back, her light brow hair catching in her face and terror shining brightly through her eyes and then the terror mixed with shock as she stumbled and fell forwards, landing heavily on the ground. She twisted onto her back and tried her best to scoot away from the oncoming figure, the object of her fear.

But he was right on top of her now, a good few inches taller than her, maybe more. A sadistic smile crossed his features and he knelt down to grab the defenceless girl by her left wrist, dragging her up off the ground. With her free hand, she tried to slap him but he caught it easily. She was on her feet again now and wriggling, trying her best to escape his clutches but he swung her round so the back of her body was pressed hard against his own, toned muscles flexing with her touch, leaving her even more powerless and leaving him with a free hand.

He used his free hand to reach around his back a pull out a long and deadly sharp knife. He brought the blade up to her throat, teasing it across her delicate skin, causing it to split just enough for a small amount of blood to ooze out and over onto the blade, stinging her. He bit his lip in anticipation as if he wanted to hold this moment in his memory forever and as he pressed the knife on harder, she screamed into the night, sending the birds flying from the trees, wings flapping so loudly that the running footsteps in the distance remained unnoticed. And then her cry was abruptly ended as the blade sliced deeply through her throat, the light in her eyes dimmed and she suddenly became slack and he let her go, letting her body fall freely to the ground with a soft thump.

"Sweet Dreams." He whispered, turning away with a smile, only to have it turn into a snarl as he found himself with a gun in his face and accusing hazel eyes staring at him from the behind the gun.

"What have you done Sammy?" A disappointed voice whispered, cracking in places.

"I thought I told you to leave me alone." Were the fading angry words as Sam's mind began to exit the vision.

His mind jolted back to his body, suddenly aware of a slight pain in his knees where they were sure to have hit the ground. He felt a warm and comforting arm wrap around him and pull him off the floor and onto his bed. A strong voice filled with no disappointment called his name and Sam looked up.

"Sammy? You okay?"

Sam could only stare; mouth agape in horror at what he had just witness, unable to comprehend the full terror of it.