First SUPERNATURAL story. 2nd story on here! Go easy on me. Constructive criticism is welcome.

I DO NOT OWN SUPERNATURAL. ALL RIGHTS GO TO THE CREATORS, ACTORS, AND THE CW. My idea came to me after reading, Feeding The Demon by Eggwonna, anything similar belong to Eggwonna!

CHAPTER One:

Creating the Monster

(Sam's point of view)

As soon as I turned the corner and was slammed into the wall, I knew I was done for. I had been playing cat and mouse with Dean for hours. Of course eventually the Winchester luck would catch up with me.

My vision blurred and darkened as my head slammed back into the wall. I blinked away the darkness to be greeted by black glistening eyes… my brother. I gasp as the cold metal of the hammer rests against my temple.

"Sammy, Sammy, Sammy. Such a shame… I would love nothing more than to smash your head to pulp." Dean whispers, as I swallow back my fear. Dean taps the hammer against my temple, gently.

"But," Dean continues. "I see use in keeping you around. I won't kill you, if you will do as I say, brother."

I squirm against the arm holding me to the wall and turn my head up to take a breath. "Dean, please. We can fix this. If you'd just let me cure you..."

Dean slams me back again, cutting off my airways. "Shut up!" Dean snarled, getting into my face, our noses almost touching. Dean clocks me across the face, sending me to the ground. I cry out as my injured shoulder slams into the concrete floor. I didn't even have time to react before Dean sprang on top of me bringing down the head of the hammer into my stomach.

Roaring in pain, I try to cover my head with my arms. My shoulder screaming, and my stomach sending electric shock waves through my body with each blow. I kick out with my legs striking Dean, once, twice before a heavy weight settled on my chest.

With a silent prayer to Cas, I open my eyes. Expecting a killing blow to the head versus the whole lot of nothing going on, I could only begin to imagine what my demonic sibling was planning. Dean starred down at me, smirking. I must look pathetic, cowering below the only family I have left. Dean chuckles low, almost inaudible.

"You should have listened to me, Sam. You never were a good listener. Don't worry. We will fix that." With those words, Dean lifted up his hand and cut across the palm with the claws of the hammer. I watched as the blood welled up and puddles in the palm of his hand, morbidly curious.

Only when Dean began to move the bloodied palm to my lips did I realize what was happening. My eyes shot open wide and I struggled against his hold on me. His legs held me down and he pushed his palm against my lips. I held my breath in vain as the scent of the hot blood filled my nose. My stomach churned and rolled. Dean held his hand to my nose and mouth roughly twisting my injured arm.

Shutting my eyes to the defeat, I gasp in a breath, feeling the thick red liquid filling my mouth. Desperately, I attempt to spit it out, only to realize Dean has his hands clamped over my mouth and nose. I swallow down the vile liquid and can almost imagine the evil of it consuming me. I didn't have a choice in the matter at all. I collapse back, all my fight gone. Dean stands up and turns away from me. I try pulling myself up, only to huff in pain and collapse back. The darkness pulling me under has never been such a welcoming escape. I close my eyes and let go, the last feeling I have is the churning sick feeling in my stomach.