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Warnings: A little bit swearing
Rated: T, like every chapter
Disclaimer: Nope, don't own :c

I'm supposed to be the soldier who never blows his composure
Even though I hold the weight of the whole world on my shoulders
Eminem - Like Toy Soldiers

Hayley woke up before Dean. She got up without waking him up and looked out of the window. Last night had been something... special.

Sun was shining. Clock on the wall told her the time, half past ten.

She quickly looked at Dean before disappearing from the room. She went to the kitchen smiling a little and started to make pancakes.

In fifteen minutes Dean woke up and joined her.

"Hi", Dean said and sat down. He rubbed his eyes and smiled a little bit. "You doing breakfast?" Hayley nodded smiling shyly, but never turned around to see Dean.

"I am. I hope you like pancakes."

Dean grinned. "Like? I love them." He started to look for his phone, but couldn't find it from his pockets.
"Have you seen my phone?"
"I haven't. I don't even think you had it with you", Hayley answered without lifting her gaze from the pancakes.

"Huh. I guess I've left it to the motel, then", Dean muttered. "Crap. Sam."

Now Hayley turned around to look at Dean.
"Sam, as your brother?"
"Yeah. I don't have my phone, and usually when we fight he calls to check if I'm okay. It's good, 'cause then I know he is okay."

Hayley took the plate she had filled with pancakes and lowered it in front of Dean. Then she sat on the chair opposite of Dean.

"You want to call to him? I have my phone."
"Nah, I'm good. I'm sure he is okay, it's just.. something doesn't feel right."

Hayley sighed. This unknown man in her kitchen seemed to have so big heart it made her sad. Because men like that didn't grow in every house. But she knew they could never be together.

"I don't know what you fought about, but one thing I know for sure", Hayley started. "You and your brother... You sound so close with him. I know you'll miss him if you'd separate. I know that because I have a sister. We were once best friends, but then life came and.. well, we separated."

Dean looked at Hayley. Seemed like life had been rough to her.

"I miss her, but we can never be something we were years ago. You and your brother still have that something between you. Don't lose it. Because if you do, one day you'll wake up and see that he is gone."

Dean ducked his head. "Yeah... I think you're right."

Hayley smiled and handed Dean one of the pancakes. "Now you eat. After that you'll call your brother and tell him you're sorry. Alright?"

Dean lifted his gaze up and met Hayley's eyes.

"Sounds like a plan", Dean said with a smirk and took the pancake.

First thing Sam noticed was pain in his head. It was no surprise though. He had waken up many times with headache, but this time it felt different. Somehow... serious.

And the next thing he noticed was that he was tied.

Panic hit him as he suddenly remembered it all. The familiar man, fight, struggle for air, blackness coming over..

He opened his eyes only to see a familiar roof and lamp. He was still in their motel room.

Sam looked around him. His hands and legs were tied to the bed he was laying on. He had few inches space to move, but no more.

His wrists and ankles hurt because of the tight ropes around them.

"You're awake."

Familiar voice from the other side of the room echoed into Sam's ears. He lifted his head up a little bit to see him.

"I am."
"Good. I'm bored."

Sam looked at the man. He had an ugly, long scar from his forehead to his chin. He remembered it. John had done it while their fight.

"You know my name, but I never really heard yours", Sam said. He wanted to know everything about this man, because knowing your enemy was their rule number one.

Man nodded.
"You just came to kill me, that's all. You never bothered to find out who I really was."

Sam grinned. "We know who you were -are. You are a evil murderer who killed plenty of young adults using Daevas. The only thing I'm wondering is-"
"How am I still alive?"

Sam nodded. "Yeah."

"Well, after you shot me", the man started and sat next to Sam. "I was almost dead. But somebody found me in time. He called an ambulance and I was brought to a hospital."

Sam let his head fall back down. "Right. I shot you right to the heart."

"Yeah, you did. But I am stronger than you'd believe. Anyways, I was hospitalized for a few weeks. My legs paralyzed as you shot me, so I went through few years of therapy. But soon I was up and going again."

"You're here to get your revenge? Nice. Why didn't you just kill me already? You like to play with your food?" Sam asked. He was scared, but like hell he was going to show it. This man had scarred him for life, and both of them knew it. But Sam wouldn't give him the satisfaction of showing his fear.

"That's about right", the man said. "But I'm not done yet. Shut up and listen to me, or I will shut your mouth. And believe me, that won't be fun."

Sam closed his mouth and just listened.

"Back at the abandoned building I had sworn to get my revenge. Because no-one fucks with me and gets away with it. I didn't know your names, I knew nothing about you, but I was going to find everything out."

Man stood up and lifted up a big duffel. He placed it on the nightstand and opened it.

"Few years ago I found this one guy. His name was Walker. Gordon Walker, if I remember correctly. He knew you. So I asked him a few questions. And believe me when I say he told me everything he knew with a pleasure. He really hates you, Sam."

Sam shrugged and rolled his eyes. "Well, yeah. But I killed him."

"Really?" Man asked with a laugh. "That's interesting. Seems like you kill everyone you see."

Sam looked pissed as he answered. "He was a vampire. I couldn't let him walk away, and if I remember correctly, he tried to kill both of us. Me and Dean."

"Oh, Dean. I totally forgot him. Did he leave you, or did you kill him too?" the man asked laughing. "Anyways. I followed you for a long time, but always when I got a new clue of you, you weren't there anymore. Till yesterday."

Sam lifted his hurting head up again to see better. Seemed like the pain worsened every minute. The pain had been in the back of his head, but now it was all over his head. The pain pounded in his head with the rhythm of his heartbeats.

The man took a knife from the bag and eyed it carefully. "You see this knife? It's sharp. I won't hesitate to use it."

Sam nodded. "Right. But I still have no clue of who you are."

Man smiled evilly. That smile was familiar, and a cold chill rocked Sam's body. "Michael. It's all you have to know." Michael hit the knife to the wooden wall and nodded.

"That's enough of me. Let's talk about you. I know everything about you and your brother, Sam."

Sam shrugged. "No, you don't."
"Yeah, I do. Let's start from the beginning. Lawrence, nursery, your mum. You know it was your fault she died, right?"

Sam swallowed. "It's not. I was just a baby."

Michael snorted. His eyes were filled with pure hate and anger. But there was a little bit sadistic pleasure in his eyes, too. "Yeah, right. You can tell that to yourself, but we both know the truth. What about Jessica, then? I know you saw her death before it happened, but you couldn't warn her? Were you really that selfish?"

"You have no clue what you're talking about" Sam hissed. And all of sudden a memory he had tried to forget came into his mind. He tried to block it away, but failed. He didn't want to remember. Because remembering hurt.

Jessica smiled as she handed Sam his ticket. "Come on, Sam, cheer up a little bit!" Jess laughed as Sam took the ticket. Sam sighed and smiled. "I'll try." "I know you don't like this movie, but do it for me", Jessica pleaded and looked in Sam's eyes.

Sam nodded. "Of course. I'd do anything for you, Jess."

He pulled Jess close and kissed her gently. Jess giggled and slapped Sam. "Quit it, Romeo, we'll be late."

Sam fought to keep his feelings under control, but Michael didn't help him.
"You remember that night, don't you? As clearly as you see me right now. Your little Jess, burning in the ceiling.."
"Shut up! You don't have to tell me all that, I've lived it!"

Michael laughed. "Oh, little Sammy doesn't get it. I want to see you suffer."

Sam closed his eyes as he felt anger rising inside him.

"And then. This demon chick, Ruby. She is -was- a monster, you know that? And do you know who hangs out with monsters? Other monsters, Sam. You're a monster. You have demon blood inside you! You're not a human."

Younger Winchester opened his eyes again and looked at Michael. "Watch your words", he hissed. "Because when Dean gets here..."

Michael started to laugh. "Dean! You really think he'll come?"

Sam froze. Did Michael do something to him?

Every possible horror picture ran through Sam's mind. Dean laying dead somewhere. Dean beat to death. Dean somewhere as a hostage. Dean dying.

"I swear, if you touch my brother-"
"I haven't touched him. Not yet, anyways."

Sam relaxed a little bit. That meant Dean was safe... or alive, at least.

If Michael was telling him the truth.

"What I meant, was do you think he'll come because of you? Do you really think he'll come and save you after all you have done to him? Everybody knows you are a monster. A freak. And Dean knows it too. Maybe he is wise and left."

Sam shook his head. "No. Dean wouldn't."

"Yes, he would. And he did. I saw him. He was driving that lovely car of yours, -67 Impala. He was heading outside the town."

It was a lie, of course. But Michael wanted to have Sam really broken inside. Because this Gordon had told him they didn't fear pain. Only thing that worked to those two was each other and their choices. And Michael wanted to hurt them. He would hurt Sam first mentally, then psychically. And when Dean would arrive, Sam would be so beaten up and torn inside that only seeing Sam would make Dean suffer.

Michael liked the idea.

At first Sam didn't believe it. Dean wouldn't leave him alone like that.

But what if he would? What if he just had? He had been angry, he had pushed Sam and never even looked sorry for the cut he had caused.

So after a minute thinking Sam felt more and more like Michael had actually told the truth.

Sam felt like he was being stabbed right to his heart. He had just tried to be a good little brother and help him. But he had failed again. He failed at everything he ever did, he let everyone down. Maybe Michael was right.

Maybe he was a monster.

"And I didn't even mention the time you were soulless... whew. If you'd know what all kinds of crazy shit you did. Mrs. Smith, for an example. You remember her?"

Sam nodded, but he felt numb. He had no-one without Dean.

"Yeah. She was your first grade teacher. Well, she was possessed by a demon, and instead of exorcism, you... you stabbed her. With that knife of yours. Who does that? I don't know, but not humans."

Sam closed his eyes. He was pathetic. A monster. "Just do what you want. I don't care", Sam mumbled and tried to think something else but Dean.

That one person he had loved. That one person he had let down so many times. That one person he had trusted, that one person who had said would never leave Sam.

"I will kill you, Sammy", Michael said with an evil grin. "But first we'll have some fun."

TBC...

I hope you liked chapter two :) Reviews are love! I'll continue as soon as I just can.