So this felt a little lopsided with this story only a one-shot of Dean so I added Sam...Hope you like it.
"You sure you ready for this boy? There's no turning back once you do it. No back outs, no final deals, consider this the last reprieve for you Winchesters." The yellowed-eyed demon leaned closer, his warm breath tickling Sam's ear. "You really ready for an eternity with me Sammy?"
Sam gritted his teeth, he wanted to strangle the man with his bare hands. He was shaking with barely concealed rage and maybe a—hint of fear. His voice held barely concealed anger. "Only Dean calls me Sammy, not you."
"I can call you what I want Sammy, Sam-boy, b—ch for eternity it's really just semantics you're mine, body..." the demon leaned even closer and took a deep breath like he was inhaling Sam's scent, before he whispered. "And soul."
Sam stepped away from the demon, eliciting a laugh from the yellow-eyed creature. "So let's get started I've got a lot of work for you Sammy, lots...a world to destroy demons to rise up...a war to wage...It's time to join the dark side."
The leering circles of Demons around him responded with cheers at the yellow-eyed demons words like humans at the Super bowl. Sam stared around at the possed humans that surrounded him all had eyes gleaming with the demons they inhabited and fresh blood dripping down their hands from the humans they had just sacrificed.
"No." Sam didn't mean for the word to trickle out, but the repugnance he felt at the demons and what was in store for him begged for release. He didn't want to become like them, he couldn't he would have rather died...except that wasn't an option now.
"What do you mean No Sammy; don't tell me you're having second thoughts."
"I'm not, I'm not doing this."
There was rustling as the crowd of demons quieted and they edged closer tightening the circle around him. There was a decided change in the air. Sam saw one of the demons near the edge of the group fingering a knife and knew that even though the yellow-eyed demon had plans for him all the other demons weren't exactly in favour of the idea. He couldn't begin to guess how many demons he had taken down over his short life and many of them were probably more than eager to repay the favour ten times over.
Sam glanced around then turned to face the yellow-eyed demon. "I don't want this, I've changed—"
"You've changed your mind? The deals off? Was that what you were about to say? Because if it was I want you to think carefully." Sam suddenly found himself rooted to the floor as the demon Azazel moved closer. "I want you to think about Dean, good ol' Dean who was—is willing to go into hell and spend some nice time getting to know my folks, to save you Sam."
Sam could still speak even though his limbs were immobile, but he was quiet as the demon spoke.
"Dean loves you a lot, he really does. You've have to do something like that, but you see he doesn't really know. Hell is hell. Imagine the skin ripped off your body, imagine being burned alive, imagine being eaten alive, ripped apart, every nightmare you ever had come true, imagine despair so deep that you forget that you ever felt anything different and then finally imagine those last shreds of humanity being ripped away and Dean becoming like me." With those words the Demon flicked his eyes changing them from yellow orbs to the classic Shiny black ones that most demons had.
Sam tried to turn away but the Demon reached out and grabbed his face, holding it close. He moved closer until he was nearly toughing nose-to noise with Sam and his breath was caressing Sam's cheek and then he delivered the last line. It was the deal breaker, the last words to a perfect rebuttal that allowed no argument. "Imagine having to hunt down your own brother."
And then just like that the invisible force holding Sam restrained was taken away. He straightened up breathing heavily. All the demons were waiting, watching, expectant. There was nothing else left for Sam, no other option. Because Dean had already given enough for him. "I'll do it." The words left his mouth, leaving a poisonous taste on his tongue.
"Excellent, Sammy. I knew you had it in you." The yellow-eyed Demon gestured and a woman stepped out from the circle holding a bowl. Azazel raised the sleeve to his short and pulled a knife from his pocket. Still staring at Sam as he did so, he made a long cut on his arm and let the dark blood fall into the chalice that was being held under him.
When the bowl was half-filled Azazel grabbed the bowl filled with steaming blood and carried it over to Sam. He raised it to Sam's lips. "Drink my child, and embrace who you are."
The hot blood touched his lips, and he unwillingly swallowed a mouthful of the thick liquid. As the liquid hit his tongue and trickled down his throat, he felt something changing. He tried to hold t back, but he found himself taking another mouthful and eagerly swallowing. He wanted to drink more. He felt power suffusing his body as the demon blood surged through him, he felt himself changing, becoming something else. And yet he could only think about one thing. "I'm sorry Dean." He whispered as he took another swallow of the crimson liquid.
Sam gasped as he sat up from his nightmare. His shirt was sticking to his back and his hair was plastered to his head. He was still trying to catch his breath as he thought about the remnants of his dream. He was about to reach over to the bedside table of the cheap motel they were at and turn on the lamp, when he noticed Dean was fast asleep in the other bed. His hand froze in midair at his brother's still form.
He was reluctant to risk waking up his brother, by even the dim motel light. It was a rare sight to see Dean actually sleeping, usually Sam awoke in the middle of the night to either find him absent from their motel room probably off with a woman, sitting up staring into the distance, or trying desperately to get drunk enough that he could forget where he was going in a few months.
On the last instances Sam saw right through Dean's comments of "Want to join in Sam?" or laughing dismissal "Now, don't lecture me. I'm going to hell, so what's a little liver damage." No matter, how hard he tried Sam saw through it, Dean was scared. Scared of what was going to happen, of what he was going to become. That hurt Sam, more than anything. Because Dean shouldn't be the one that was scared. Dean was the person, who hunted creatures that would have made a normal person piss their pants in fright. He was the person who could stare death in the face and laugh.
Sam was the person who was scared. He was the tag-along who had nightmares after most of their hunts, even though he tried to hide them from his brother. Dean was the person who washed away his fears. Dean was the person who had saved him from everything ever since they were children. Except this time he had gone too far.
Maybe their father had raised them wrong. Or maybe they loved each other to much, but it hurt him much more than anything ever had to know that Dean was going to let himself go to the worse place there was and spend eternity in torment for him. It hurt him enough that he was willing to do anything to save his brother. He didn't tell Dean but he had already tried a lot of stuff.
He had went to the crossroads Demon and tried to make a deal. His life for Dean's soul, a straight switch, it hadn't worked. He had kneeled in the dusty road and stared the red-eyed woman in the face; he had placed the colt in her hand, and guided the metal to his head. He had begged, pleaded, bargained for her to just take him instead. And all he had gotten was a laugh. He had to admit it was mostly rage that had made him kill her after she had laughingly refused his offer with—"You'd have to offer a lot more than your death little Sammy to rescue Dean's soul, a lot more which I don't think you're willing to yet...so run along." Killing her might have been a bad idea, but Sam didn't look back. He had a mission and if it killed him he was going to save his brother. Or die trying, because if Dean was gone it wasn't worth living.
He had already lived through over 6 months without Dean when he had died permanently after a run-in with a trickster god. He had never felt worse as he had in that time. Every day was a dark quest for one thing and one thing only. And no matter how many times he exorcised demons, destroyed ghost or saved people, it wasn't about helping innocents, it was about seeking something: his own death.
He couldn't live without Dean, it was that simple. Because life without him wasn't living.
The chilling memory of his dream was still with him, but Sam was somewhat grateful for it because it gave him an idea. He finally understood a bit of what the crossroad demon was trying to tell him. There probably was somebody that he could make a deal with, but the cost would be higher than his death. It would be him, alive and turned into whatever kind of monster that Jake Talley and now, probably he was destined to become. But he would accept it. He would take on the curse and give in to the evil that he already knew was inside of him. He would become something that his brother would have to eventually hunt down and kill. He knew it was selfish to think like that after Dean had given his life for him. But then again it had been selfish what Dean had done. If one of them had to become something that they both knew they would never want to live as then Sam wanted it to be him. Finally after all these years of taking care of him, he could repay Dean, just a little.
Still, that didn't mean he wasn't going to try his hardest to keep both their souls intact and get out of the deal. Sam stood up being carefully that he didn't trip into something or make too much noise on the creaky floorboards that Dean would wake up. He padded, to the small desk in the corner and flicked on a light. He started up his laptop and began reading. He had work to do. There were only a few months, and Sam had work to do.
It was the early hours of the morning when Dean stirred and then groaned. Sam had long ago closed up the laptop and was staring blankly at Dean. He couldn't sleep, and he had once again hit a dead end in his research. His eyes were tired and bloodshot, and his hands were shaking from fatigue.
Dean yawned widely and set up, his first action after sitting up was to glace over to Sam's now empty bed. Sam saw the panicked look that quickly crossed his face, before it was replaced by a look of determined concentration. Before Dean could leap out the bed and search for him or call out his name, Sam said. "I'm right here Dean."
Dean's gaze snapped toward the sound of the noise and Sam watched him sigh and relax. He scrutinized his little brother and noting the tell-tale signs of sleep. "You've been staying up all night again?"
"Not really, I just got up an hour or two before you."
Dean saw right though the comment. "Anybody ever tell you that you make a piss-poor liar Sam?"
"I—"
Dean didn't even give Sam a chance to try again. "What were you up doing?" He scanned the desk covered with titles of Spectres of the Deep, Hell Uncovered, Death Omens, Pacts with the cursed. "God-damn you've been at it again haven't you?"
Dean stood up and moved toward Sam until he was standing over him. "How many times do I have to tell you Sam? This is over Sam. I'm not letting you throw away your life for mine." Dean softened at his brother's expression. "Sam, I can't let you go through with anything that's going to make your life forfeit. I've spent my whole life watching over you, I can't let that come to nothing Sam, I can't."
"Dean—I-" Sam nearly choked on the words and felt his eyes burning. He glanced away from Dean and felt his brother punch him playfully on the shoulder.
"No chick flick moments dude, Give a dying man this last wish huh?"
Then Dean was gone, padding off to their tiny motel to grab a shower and Sam was left staring after him.
He thought about what Sam had said. I've spent my whole life watching over you.
What Dean didn't get was it was Sam's turn to repay the favour. It was the one goal that he couldn't afford to fail at and whatever he had to do he was going to succeed.
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