So here is the second chapter of my story, I know that I should've updated this sooner, but people weren't all that interested in this story and I was very busy with school. Anyway, I'll try to post the next chapter sooner.

My soul's corrupted by the Devil,

Guess I should have been more careful,

Seems like everything around me's lifeless,

And all I'm left with is this emptiness.

Chapter 2

Dean's POV:

"Are you sure about this?" Bobby asks. My hands tighten around the wheel of the impala. He's my brother, I'm not giving up on him.

"I'm sure." I say.

"I still think this is a stupid idea." He says sighing. We're sitting in the impala a little down the road from a huge mansion. Sam's mansion. It took us two weeks to find him, but all of the electrical storms, the strange deaths, the demons, it all leads to this place. Everything's set for our plan, we both know what we need to do. Bobby must sense my hesitation, because he gives me a long and understanding look.

"Dean, you know what the chances are that he'll come through just because you'll ask him to. Maybe we shouldn't do this." He suggests.

"No. We're doing it." I say quickly.

"Okay. Then good luck." He says giving me a sad look.

"You too." I say shakily. He gets out of the car and walks away. I wait for my cue.

Sam's POV:

I put my hands under the warm water in the sink and watch the water turn red as it washes away the blood from my hands, blood that is not mine. That demon should've known better then to question me. Ashley was horrified by the blood so she locked herself in our room, I hate it when she gets like this. I stop the water. I'm about to walk out of the bathroom when my eyes stop on my reflection in the mirror. Same hair that could use a haircut, same face, same posture, but something's different. Maybe it's my eyes. They look cold… empty. Why? What changed? I'm still the same person I've always been, so why do I feel like something's changed? A memory crosses my mind, from back when Dean and I were hunting Bloody Merry and she would see the truth about people from the mirrors. People say that mirrors show the true reflection of the soul. Do I even have a soul anymore? The me from a few months ago would definitely wonder that if he could see me now. Dean would wonder that too. But Dean is gone and I was a fool to fight for the greater good when nothing good ever happened to me. Sounds of alarms snap me out of my thoughts. I quickly walk out of the bathroom and into my library, which right now is empty. I can hear talking and it takes me a few seconds to recognize the words. It's an exorcism, or to be more specific a recording of one and it can be heard all around my mansion. There's no way I'd find the recording in time, which means all I can do now is wait. I should've told my demons to seal themselves in the bodies, I can't believe I didn't think of it before. Too late now. I sit down on the soft couch and wait, the alarm automatically sent out a distress signal to other demons, they'll be here very soon, Ashley's not stupid, she knows that she has to stay locked in our room and I've got my powers to deal with the intruders, whoever they are. Those intruders are either very stupid or very brave, but either way they're dead. The exorcism finishes, which means it's just me, Ashley and the intruders now. Good, this will be fun. Just the distraction I needed from my over analyzing things. I sand up and start walking around the room. I wonder who they are. Hunters? Monsters? Maybe angels? I've actually run into a few of them over the past few months. I hear careful footsteps slowly approaching the door. I notice that there's only one pair of footsteps, which means there's only one intruder. The footsteps stop right in front of the door. Come on, come and get me. Finally the door opens and a figure walks inside. I look at the person, already planning to throw him against the wall, but suddenly I freeze. Our eyes meet. This is impossible. He slowly lowers the gun that he's holding, his eyes hopeful. Any plans that I had are gone and the only thing I can think about is how there's no way this is real. My expression must show shock and it crosses my mind that this is the first time in a long time that I show any honest feelings, even if it is just shock.

"Sammy." He says softly. His voice feels comforting. I didn't think I'd ever hear that voice again. He looks tired and worried, but other than that he looks just like I remember him.

"This isn't possible." I finally say. Damn my voice for sounding so weak and… emotional.

"It's possible. I don't know how, but I'm here Sam." He says taking a few hesitant steps towards me. His eyes travel around the room, stopping at all of the books and then they land back on me. It looks like he suddenly thinks of something.

"Look, I can prove that it's me, I just need some salt and-"

"No, I… if you weren't human I'd feel it." I say cutting him off. My voice sounds soft and the harshness that was there only about ten minutes ago when I was talking to my demons is gone. Before I can think of anything to say one of my demon's, Jimmy, bursts through the door with three other demons behind him, obviously ready to attack. Suddenly I remember that they were out when the exorcism was on so they must've just came back and realized something was wrong. Dean quickly raises his gun, but before he can shoot Jimmy makes the gun fall out of his hands and go to the other side of the room. My demons are about to attack and a look of panic crosses Dean's eyes.

"Stop!" I yell angrily and the demons instantly freeze. Dean looks surprised and also a little take aback by my harsh tone even though it wasn't directed at him.

"Leave us. Now." I command and all four demons start walking out of the room without any questions, though two of them give Dean an angry look.

"Jimmy." I call and he stays behind. Dean looks confused at this, but stays quiet.

"Jimmy, do you know who this is?" I ask. He takes a quick glance at Dean.

"Yes Sir." He says trying to sound calm.

"And…?" I ask to show him I'm going to need a better answer.

"He's your brother. Dean Winchester." He says. I nod, I already knew this was really Dean, but hearing someone else say it only proves I'm not hallucinating or something.

"Well, where is he supposed to be right now?" I ask angrily. Jimmy flinches.

"H-hell, Sir." He stutters nervously.

"So why is he here then?" I ask and the anger in my voice makes a look of hurt flash across Dean's eyes.

"I don't know." He says terrified.

"Well figure it out! It's your damn job to know these things and when someone breaks out of hell demons are supposed to call us and tell us!" I yell angrily. Jimmy stands there and stares at me with wide eyes.

"Well? What are you waiting for? Go!" I yell and he quickly walks out of the room leaving only me and Dean again.

"You… make it sound like me being back is a bad thing." Dean says obviously hurt. How can I even begin to answer that?... How can I begin to wrap my head around the fact that he's back? When I don't answer he continues.

"Let's get out of here. The impala is right outside, we can drive somewhere and… you know, talk. There are a lot of demons here, if they think that you might want to leave-"

"They wouldn't do anything, they're too scared of me… And I can't just take off with you... I have so much going on here." I say quietly, trying and failing to force all of the emotions out of my voice and keeping my eyes on the door, because I'm not sure if I can look at Dean and not give into him right now.

"But what you're doing here is wrong. You can't control demons, you… you can't hurt people. Somewhere deep down inside you've got to know that… but you know what? Even if you don't it doesn't matter, I'm not asking for you to just change sides over night Sam, I'm only asking for you to come with me and to trust me when I tell you that something isn't right, even if it feels otherwise." He says taking one more step towards me. I finally look at him. The look in his eyes… there's so much worry, so much pain… so much love. In this moment I realize two things, the first one is that if I let him he will never stop trying to save me, and the second is that it's too late. What I'm feeling right now, it's just shock, but it will pass. Even Dean can't save me now. So I force any emotions out, make my eyes cold and voice even and harsh and say what I need to say.

"No. I will never go with you. I like who I am now, I like fending for myself and fighting for what's good for me and not the entire world. Now, you are my brother and for the sake of that I am going to ignore the fact that you broke in here and exorcised my demons, not to mention the fact that you somehow broke out of the hell that I rule and I will let you walk out of here alive. My demons won't harm you. Now leave." I say.

"You don't mean that, you're just confused." He says with so much pain in his voice. It hits me that he's never going to walk out of here on his own. So I put my arm under the table and press a small hidden button.

"What are you doing?" Dean asks a little panicked. The door opens and two demons walk inside. Just on time.

"Make sure my brother gets outside without any distractions." I tell them. They nod and start walking towards Dean who looks like he's about to attack them.

"If you fight you will have at least twenty more demons coming in here." I warn. He looks at the demons, then at me and sighs.

"Fine. But I will be back." He says looking at me and I can't help but feel like he's searching my eyes for something, maybe a sign that the brother he once knew is still in here somewhere. For a moment I wonder if he found it. He slowly walks out of the room, with my demons walking behind him. I wait for about five minutes until a demon comes by to tell me Dean left. I tell my demons to find out how someone actually came back from hell and more importantly why I wasn't aware of it and lock myself in my library. I'm pacing around the room, towards the door and back to the window, towards the door and back to the window… Dean is back. My brother is back from hell. This is impossible. There's just no way. I'm hallucinating. I'm dreaming. I've lost my mind. Dean. Is. Back. How?... Why? I was doing so well, I didn't care about anything or anyone, it didn't hurt anymore and now… how dare he just come back after all this time and ask me to drop everything I've worked for so hard and leave with him? I finally stop my pacing. I know who I am and Dean being back does not change that. I was shocked to see him, but that doesn't mean that I care about him. I don't, not anymore. But there's this feeling, I don't know what it is, but no matter how hard I try I just can't push it away. I'm not used to feeling. It's weird, consuming and… human. That's why I hate it so much. I walk out of my library and to my and Ashley's room. The door is unlocked, which is good, because I'm already in a bad mood. Ashley's sitting on our bed with her knees pressed against her chest and her head resting on the top of them. I slam the door behind me and she flinches. Our eyes meet. She must be able to tell that I'm in a bad mood, because her eyes shine with fear.

"What happened?" She asks quietly. I walk towards the bed. I get on the bed in front of her and she inches away from me and towards the headboard.

"My brother came back." The words slip out before I even think them. She gulps. I kneel on the bed so that I would be right in front of her and put my hands on her arms.

"Is that a good thing?" She asks. Is it? No. Or maybe… No, no it's not. But I don't say that out loud. I don't say anything, instead I tighten my grip on her arms enough for it to hurt and force my lips on hers. I shift us so that we're both laying down with me on top. I need this.

Dean's POV:

"Don't beat yourself up, we both knew this would happen." Bobby says, but instead of bringing me comfort the words make me angry.

"I'm not giving up." I say harshly.

"Dean, he made it perfectly clear that he won't let us help him." He says.

"You don't get it. You weren't there. When he saw me… for a moment… it was weird, mostly he was just shocked, but there was something in his eyes… I don't even know what it was, but he cares about me, I know that he does." I say.

"Or maybe you saw what you wanted to see." He says.

"There were books. Thousands of them, some of them were even open... It's still him Bobby, it's still Sam." I say and desperately try to push away the doubt from my heart.

"You tried talking to him, what else can we even do?" He asks.

"We try again. I'm NOT giving up." I say. He sighs. He gave up a long time ago, I can see it, but I will keep on trying. Sooner or later Sam will come through. He has to.

Sam's POV:

I get out of the bed and look down at Ashley's trembling form. It's not like this was the first time we've done this, maybe the first time I was this rough with her, but I don't feel bad, actually I don't feel anything when it comes to her, or anyone.

***Flashback***

I hold out my hands like Ruby toughed me and focus on the demon in front of me.

"You can do it Sam. Just focus." Ruby says from behind me. The demon charges at me at full force. I clear my head, push all thoughts away, take all the anger and pain and direct it towards the black-eyed monster. The demon suddenly stops in his tracks and black smoke starts coming from his mouth.

"You're doing it, Sam!" Ruby says excitedly. I feel this energy inside of me, a power unlike anything I've ever felt before and I feel that power effect the demon, force it out of the innocent body. And then it's over and Ruby is checking on the person.

"He's alive." She says smiling at me. She helps the confused man to his feet and leads him out of the house.

"You coming? He needs to be looked over by a doctor." She says.

"Yeah, I'm coming." I say. Suddenly the agonizing pain, the images of Dean being attacked by the hell hounds, all of it comes crashing back to me and that's when the startling realization hits me that it was gone in the first place. For the first time since… since it happened I didn't feel like I was the one who was dying, or to be more precise, I didn't wish that I was the one who was dead.

***End Of Flashback***

I shake my head to get rid of the memory. I was a different person back then and Dean being back or not I'm not going back to that. Suddenly I get this urge to do something terrible. Something that would remind me and everyone that I'm a monster. So I walk out my and Ashley's room.

There will be more flashbacks in the next chapter and also we will get more Dean and Sam interaction. If you like this then please review, it encourages me to keep on writing.