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CHAPTER 3- The Cult

Summary- When John Winchester goes missing while on a case, Dean tries to pick up the trail his father was on in order to locate where he may be. Sam's name pops up during the investigation, and together with his brother, they go on the journey to find their missing father. They try to find out the mystery that lead them on this road to a dark town filled with secrets and bloodshed. What Dean finds may tear him apart and make him see a new side of evil that can only be born out of love. Will Dean find his father? Or will he succumb to a fate that he helped make possible?

(Please read:) Warnings-Brainwashing, kidnapping, cussing, mentions and acts of death and violence. No wincest explicitly in this chapter, but if you want you too you can picture them as lovers.

Disclaimer- I do not own Supernatural or any of its amazing characters. If I did the show would be too dark to air on television, so my chapters of fanfiction will have to do instead. I also don't own the exorcism incantation used from the show. :)

*A whole line is used to separate the start for a new day, while the 3 dots represent a slight time jump within that same day.

Dean's POV-

Have you ever heard the phrase, "If you have nothing nice to say, keep your pie hole shut?" I don't think it's worded exactly like that, but it's the meaning of those words that I try and manage to uphold. I let my actions speak in place of any of my words. When my high school math teacher said I was stupid, I didn't say a word. I pressed my lips together, and I proved her wrong by getting A's the rest of the semester. When I turned twenty-one my father got drunk and told me it was my fault Sam, my brother, left us to go to Stanford. I let him scream at me in his drunken rage while I was silent as a church mouse. I later gave him the letter Sam wrote to me about how miserable the hunting lifestyle made him feel. About how our dad forced us into hunting against our wills, which crushed any chance we had at a normal childhood.

And now five years later I look around at the shitty hotel room my father was staying at. There are a lot of things I want to say right now, but my lips remain sealed. My dad's clothes, wallet, and meager belongings are all inside of the room, but all that's missing is their owner. Where the hell is he? He said he'd be gone for only a few days, but it's been radio silent for weeks now with no word from him. Something's wrong...He's missing and I'm going to find him. I feel like a hopeless scavenger as I scan the room looking for any clues, and thoroughly raid the flimsy hotel closet for any signs. I don't find much in the closet besides my dad's journal and a few hung up coats. I close the closet door and sit down on the bed dressed up with cheap bed sheets reeking of sweat and stale beer.

I sigh and rub the back of a hand against my forehead as I try to plan out what to do next. Dad was hunting a demon, trying to get a lead on the whereabouts of Yellow Eyes. The last thing he had texted me was that he was on his way to interrogate the demon. Something must've happened. The demon, despite the little chance it had against my father, may have gained the upper hand against him. I grunt in annoyance as I stand up and pace frantically back and forth inside the room. I should call Bobby again and check to see if he's heard anything. I grab my dad's journal and the skeleton key I accessed the room with. I start to walk out the door when my right foot kicks against something sending it flying across the floor.

Feeling curious, I go over and see the object is a small notepad. I pick it up, and the only word written on the page that I can see is 'Sam.' I flip through all the other pages in the notepad and they all say the same thing. Why does dad have Sam's name written in all these pages? Did something happen to Sammy? I grimace even thinking the thought. It's been a while since I talked to my dear brother of mine. It's time we catch up, and maybe I can figure out why Sam's name was brought into this.

Slipping the notepad into a spare pocket, I leave the room and out the building with only one thought in my mind. 'What on Earth am I getting myself into?'

...

Forgetting the philosophy I've adopted my whole life sometimes words do slip out of my mouth, and they aren't so nice. I can't help but utter curse after curse as I keep calling the same number for the sixth time in a row. "Pick up your damn phone Sam," I mutter underneath my breath. I almost give up when on the seventh time calling there is a voice greeting me instead of a consist dial tone.

"Hello?" A familiar voice questions.

"It's me, Dean. I had to get a new phone after my last one took a topple off a cliff when I was fighting a couple of Wendigos...Anyways, that's not the point. Dad's missing and I need you, Sam."

There is a sharp intake of breath on the other side of the line before silence pans out for a few moments. Sam speaks again, but this time he sounds unconcerned. "It's good to hear from you dude, but I'm sure everything's okay. Dad has been radio silent before. Do you remember that time with the Detroit witch and dad was gone for almost a week? He came back safe and sound. I'm sure he's fine. He's..."

"Sam!" I abruptly cut him off. "This time is different, it feels different man. Dad has been gone longer than he's ever been before and he hasn't messaged me in days. Something has happened to him, and I don't want to drag you into this, I really don't...But I need your help on this one Sammy."

It's so quiet I think Sam might've hung up on me before I hear him sigh in reluctance. Even over the phone, I can tell he's tapping a foot anxiously. "Fine," Sam finally relents in defeat. "I'm sure dad's okay, but to reassure you, I'll help you find him."

A grin stretches across my face so wide it almost hurts. "Thanks, Sammy! I'll text you the address where I'm at and we'll get the search started."

Man, this is easier than I thought. I thought it'd take forever to convince Sam to come and help me, but he agreed pretty quickly. Maybe deep down he has the same feeling in his gut like I do, that something serious is going on. I only hope that we're both wrong. I'm gifted with another one of Sam's sighs. "Alright man, I'll start packing and be down to you as soon as I can. Just lay low and don't do anything stupid until I get there. Okay?"

"Me? Do anything stupid? Sam, who do you think I am?" I ask him teasingly.

"Jerk," Sam responds surprisingly not going into a rant about all the stupid things I've done in the past.

"Bitch," I chortle back. We both burst out laughing, and I hang up so I can plan out our next move.

1 day later-

My baby rolls into the seemingly abandoned town and I'm instantly set on edge. This town looks impeccable, it's way too perfect to be real despite the look of not housing too many residents. I silently drive past the welcome to 'Mystic Slumbers' town sign and pull into the back parking lot of a well-lit bar. I snort when I see the bar's called,'The Devil's Club,' and I chuckle at the irony of it all. I shift the gear to park and look over to where Sam is sleeping peacefully in the passenger's seat. I know I haven't seen Sam in a while, but he looks years older than he actually is with new worry lines marring his face, and a light stubble is growing around his jaw. As I look at Sam I can't help but think back on the last time I saw him.

It was cold and windy that evening I had said goodbye to him. The bus stop was empty besides us being there, and I had begged Sam not to go, not to leave. The thing about Sam is that once his mind's made up, there's no changing it. Sam wanted to go to Stanford and even though I was begging him not to go, I knew he'd be happy there. I was so selfish saying I didn't want Sam to leave me, but Sam thankfully ignored my request. I didn't want to acknowledge it at the time, but I knew Sam was miserable with hunting. He wanted to do more with his life, and although he loved me he knew he had to get away before he became trapped as a hunter forever. That's what he told me anyways and I was too stubborn to accept it. I instead accused him of hating me and trying to get away because of me. I didn't listen to Sam's words vehemently denying it, and ignored his pleading to come with him. I was so hurt that I shut down, and Sam gave up trying to convince me after he realized I wasn't listening.

We sat on the bench for over an hour before the bus showed up. Sam wordlessly had grabbed his bag and stood up with me following behind him like a lost puppy. Sam had one foot on the bus step when he tried one last time asking, "Please Dean. Come with me." I couldn't speak so I had shook my head no. Sam had given me a sad smile before he pulled me in for a hug. I had held onto him tight and I never wanted to let go. My baby brother, the one I watched over his whole life was leaving me. Sam had let go of me after a minute and had placed a hand on my shoulder briefly before turning around to climb on the bus. His last words to me were, "Goodbye Dean," before the bus doors closed and took him away in the dead of night.

I grit my teeth at the memory. Sam and I spoke between then and now multiple times, but I know he's always been disappointed with me that I never went with him. Sam's on his third year at college majoring in law, and I'm so proud of him that my heart aches from the feeling. He's safe in college and he's doing what he's passionate about. I feel guilty I'm dragging him back into hunting, but I had no choice. And as if he can hear me thinking about him, Sam starts with a groan and stretches his hands as much as he can above him.

"Hey man," Sam yawns. "Are we finally there yet?"

I point to the bar in front of us and say, "We're not only there, but I found a place for us to strategize."

Sam guffaws at the name and pretends to wipe a fake tear from an eye. "Nice choice," he says as he unbuckles his seat belt. I reach over Sam to open the glove box and I take out my revolver. I grab the spare gun I have in there as well and pass it over to Sam, who tucks it underneath his shirt. "Is this it?" Sam questions me astonishingly.

I scoff at him and announce, "That's not even a fraction of the goods I have. Come look inside the trunk."

We both get out of the car and go over to the trunk. I pop it open and Sam whistles appreciatively at the view. "Damn, dude. Look at all those guns. What the... Is that a missile launcher?!"

It's good to have Sam back, I think to myself as I roar with laughter at his antics. I pull out a few flasks filled with holy water and a few other things I think we're going to need. I fill a backpack up with the supplies and toss the bag over a shoulder. As I slam the trunk lid down a cold breeze passes by and I shudder from the chilly bite. I rub my hands together for warmth as I start walking towards the bar. Hearing no footsteps behind me, I turn around to see Sam standing still in place looking at the bar with a calculated expression. I pause and watch as Sam seems to shake himself out from whatever spell he was under as he looks over at me with a smile. What the hell was that all about? Is Sam hiding something from me? Before I can have the opportunity to ask Sam takes off in a run heading towards the entrance yelling, "Hurry up Dean! I'm starving."

I don't know why but my heart starts to beat faster and a wave of foreboding washes over me. The red neon lights from the bar sign reflects off the water puddles in the road making them look like mini pools of blood. I step into one of the puddles making the water ripple as I trail after Sam. I ignore the increasing feeling of dread as I walk into the bar with my mouth sealed shut. The scents of tobacco and beer reach my nose and it crinkles up in response. The bar is surprisingly busy as most of the seating space is taken up. Sam is sitting at the counter near the bartender, and I overhear him ordering some drinks for us. I walk over to Sam and sit down at the only available seat next to him. The bartender looks down at me studying me with icy blue eyes. His gaze rakes across my body, and he's gawking at my appearance with obvious approval. The bartender grins as he slides over a beer at me and then sends one over to Sam. We both catch our drinks and with a parting wink at Sam, the bartender leaves us to attend to his other customers.

I take a sip of my beer before asking, "What was that all about?"

Sam turns to me beaming and responds with, "You'll never believe it Dean, but the bartender is a fellow hunter."

I feel my mouth widen slightly in shock before I stamper out, "Oh, that's awesome! What are the chances right? You had what...A minute or two alone with him? That's pretty quick to get to know each other. Have you seen him before perhaps?"

I don't know why suspicion rolls off my tongue into my words, but Sam's face screws up in response to my tone and the fishing for answers. Even though it was his first time seeing me, the bartender had a look in his eyes as if he knew me. Suspicion rolls down my spine as Sam vehemently shakes his head in denial and sputters, "No;" in the same way, a toddler would do with a hand caught in a cookie jar. Sam's trying to brush this off, but I know he's hiding something about the bartender. Normally Sam's a good liar, but I've had years to see and learn his tells. And right now Sam's left eyebrow is raised and that's the only tell I need.

More than anything I want to pry Sam for the truth, but I attempt to temper off the nagging questions in my mind as I know they'll lead me nowhere. If I want the truth from Sam then I'll have to dig it up myself from where he has it buried. So, I decide to play along instead and I shake my head in contentment and try to act compliant with him as I say, "Nevermind. I'm just misreading signs that aren't there, I'm just tired is all. Let's just drink up and get you some grub okay?"

I gently bite my bottom lip as I watch Sam's face to see if he accepts my excuse and thankfully he seems to take it hook line and sinker. Sam treats me with a nod of appreciation and takes a swig from his beer. Sam and I both finish our beer in stellar time and it's not too long before the bartender comes back over to check on us. Seeing my empty beer the bartender refills it while Sam denies getting another round, opting instead for onion rings. It seems like the neverending shock of the night continues on with Sam's order. I've never seen him in his life take something like onion rings in favor over a salad. Seeing my gaping mouth, Sam only smirks as the bartender rushes off to make the food. When the bartender comes back my mouth is finally off the floor and my mouth begins watering at the enticing scent wafting up from Sam's food. Sam smacks my hand when I try to steal one of his onion rings so in rebuttal I flip him the bird.

As Sam is eating, I make eye contact with the bartender again and this time he looks more reserved. "I'm sorry I didn't get to say hi or introduce myself earlier," the bartender says. "My name is Joanus. I was telling your brother, I heard a lot about you guys through the grapevine. The name Winchester is commonly passed around a lot throughout these parts. I've heard so much just about your father alone that seeing his sons is a real treat. Especially you, Dean. I swear I've been your biggest fan for years after hearing about your hunt involving those Miami sirens. You're a total badass!"

My cheeks start to feel hot and I wiggle around in my seat, feeling awkward as I utter, "Ah...That's nice of you to say, those sirens were no big deal, they're not even the most dangerous sea life in the waters. They were small fry compared to the other creatures we hunters encounter."

I clear my throat as Joanus shakes his head in disbelief. "Whatever you say, Dean. I think you're a pretty cool guy. I would love to share stories with you sometime, but first I got to tell you and Sam about your dad." Joanus leans in close to Sam and I as we look at him with our full attention. Once Joanus looks around to make sure he won't be overheard he whispers, "I've seen your father. It was a few days ago, but he was here facing me as you both are now."

I sit up straight in my seat and try to mirror Joanus's whisper as I ask quietly, "Was he okay? Did our dad say anything? Where he was going?"

Joanus nods and continues his story with, "He was fine. Bobby told your dad to come to meet me here at the bar so I could tell him about the demon I saw. I was the one who called Bobby in the first place about the demon. The bastard's been here for a couple of weeks now, almost protruding on a whole month. I would've snuffed out the demon a long time ago if he hadn't gone into hiding. All I know for certain is the demon's planning something big, I don't know what, but I know it has to do something with your father. The demon was terrorizing hunters in this town for any information about John and asked questions about a yellow-eyed demon. Once I overheard its integration questions I called Bobby immediately to warn your father. Your dad went looking for the demon in town and I haven't seen him since. I did get a small lead that the demon might be staying at this abandoned house in town. I haven't been able to check it out, but maybe you guys can start your search there?'

I look at Sam and see the worry lines in his forehead crease as he internalizes what Joanus said. "Yeah, we can start there. Where's this house at?"

"You can't miss it, it's right next to the bell tower in the center of town. I would wait for tomorrow though, so you guys can get some rest."

I want to argue with what Joanus said, but a deep yawn prevents me from speaking my mind. Instantly Sam yawns himself and I know even though he had a quick nap driving into town, he must be exhausted still. I swallow the lump in the back of my throat as I concur with, "I think you're right. We're pretty beat so we'll take our leave now and head out on the hunt tomorrow afternoon."

Sam and I stand up from our seats and Joanus wishes us luck as we leave the bar and head out to find a motel. Outside in the night is a breath of fresh air far from the scene of a bar and I inhale deeply. Sam and I walk in silence back to the car and right as we're about to get in Sam stops me. "Dean, whatever happens tomorrow, just know I got your back."

I put a hand on Sam's shoulder and squeeze it as I say, "Same here brother. I'd rather die than see anything bad happen to you."

I let go of Sam and climb in the car and can barely hear it as Sam whispers, "That's what I'm afraid of."

The next day-

The heat beats down unmercifully and I can feel trails of sweat drip down my back. I wipe a few drops of sweat off my forehead before wiggling the doorknob of the abandoned house. I'm stunned to see as I turn the doorknob with ease that it's unlocked. Standing at the doorway I gently push the door open with one hand while the other raises my gun up in the air. The house is pitch black inside, but I don't let that deter me as I walk on in. I do a quick scan of the living room I walked into and once I see it's safe, I motion for Sam to enter the house.

It takes only a minute of blindly touching the walls before I find a light switch and I flip it on. The light flickers before it's dim light shines and reveals what the darkness hid. The living room looks the same as it did in the dark, but now I can red streaks of blood coloring the white walls. All the furniture is intact with the exception of their bloody paint jobs. The room looks like a tidy slaughterhouse and I can't even picture to imagine what the other rooms look like. I step further into the living room and pause when I think I hear a noise. I hear the noise again and know this time it's from upstairs. I dash off and run up the creaky wooden stairs as I ignore Sam's calls for me to wait for him.

As soon as I'm at the stairwell, I find the light switch and flick it on only to see I'm face to face with a demon. Oh, shit...I aim my gun at the demon the same time as it charges at me. I yelp as the demon's body knocks into me, almost sending me down the stairs if I hadn't grabbed onto the banister in time. The demon snarls at its loss and goes for round two trying to push me downstairs. I brace myself for the hit and when the demon is close enough I try to countermove its attack with one of my own. Right as the demon's about to push me, I sidestep and catch one of its arms. The demon huffs as I pull on its arm with all my strength before trying to throw it down on the floor. The demon fights me every step of the way though as once it's on the ground, it quickly gets onto its knees.

The demon starts to stand up and I try jumping on it to keep it down. The demon and I struggle for what feels like an eternity with neither side budging before I notice a big problem. The whole time we've been fighting we've been getting closer to the stairway. I don't even have time to curse before the demon tries to buck me off once again to only send us toppling down the stairs. I'm not sure if there is a God or not, but if when I reach the end of the stairs unharmed, I thank my way up to heaven that I didn't break my neck. Also during the fall, I landed on top of the demon's body which helped soften the impact. Sam rushes over to me and uses his hands to pull me up off of the demon.

Sam worriedly looks me over for injuries and seems to calm when he doesn't find anything. "Dude," he asks, "What the hell happened?"

"It's okay, Sam," I reassure him. "The demon was waiting for me and went nuts on me, but I guess it forgot to always survey your surroundings. I'm lucky I didn't break my neck cause of that asshole. Anyways, let's get this thing up and ask it some questions."

Sam nods and we both pick a side next to the demon and lift it up. The demon's eyes blink open and once it realizes our presence it screams as it tries to throw us off. Sam and I struggle to contain the demon, but somehow manage it and force it against a wall. Sam waits until I have a good grip on the demon before letting go in favor of getting a flask of holy water out of his pocket. The demon tries to lunge away from me as soon as he sees the flask so I slam the demon against the wall so hard that the pictures mounted on the wall fly off and smash against the floor on impact. I wrap both of my hands around the demon's neck as its eyes flash completely black. The demon screeches at me and tries to claw at my face before Sam flings some holy water at it, which makes it cringe back shrieking in pain.

I put my face right up near the demon's and yell, "Where is he?! Where's John Winchester?"

"I'll never tell you," the demon hisses as he thrashes in my grip. I grab the demon's arms once again. I nod at Sam and he throws more holy water at the demon which only makes it angrier. I start to chant the incantation of exorcism to the demon hoping to make it talk. "Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica. Ergo, omnis legio diabolica, adiuramus te...cessa decipere humanas creaturas, eisque æternæ perditionìs venenum propinare...Vade, satana, inventor et magister omnis fallaciæ, hostis humanæ salutis...

The demon glares at me with hatred before yelling, "Alright, stop! I'll tell you what you want to know." The demon pauses for a moment to gather its breath before continuing, "He's at the Miller farm, it's on the outskirts of town hidden away next to a corn field. You'll find your father there, or at least what's left of him."

The demon starts to laugh before I toss him to the floor. Before the demon can do anything I finish the incantation. "Humiliare sub potenti manu Dei; contremisce et effuge, invocato a nobis sancto et terribili nomine...quem inferi tremunt...Ab insidiis diaboli, libera nos, Domine. Ut Ecclesiam tuam secura tibi facias libertate servire, te rogamus, audi nos."

The demon screams in agony before its mouth opens and a black mass of fog rises from its throat. The black mass forms into a purplish black cloud in the air as the human left behind from inhabiting the demon falls to the floor. The cloud swirls for a bit in the air before it vanishes outside of the open door. Panting, I look at Sam and he looks shell shocked at the turn of events. I lean against the wall where I had the demon pinned only just moments before, and I rub a hand against my forehead.

"What's our next move?" Sam asks.

I look at him and down at the human male on the floor before saying, "We'll call someone to collect this poor sap. As for you and me, it looks like it's time for us to finally end this hunt."

Sam starts tapping his foot and I don't even need to see his face to know he's anxious. "What if it's a trap? What if dad isn't really there and the demon lied to us?"

"It's most definitely a trap, you're right about that one. The demon could've lied which is its nature, but I know his kind prefer telling the truth which yields more pain than lies ever could. I believe one hundred percent our dad's on the farm, but I think he must be in really bad shape. We're going to have to be careful with this one Sam."

"Agreed. Should we at least ask Joanus to join us?" Sam asks with his vocal pitch slightly rising on Joanus's name.

I look at Sam as I debate on Joanus's character. The guy seemed alright despite the rocky suspicions I have about him and it's those I think back to. I don't care if Sam probably knows Joanus before coming here, it's the bad feeling in my gut about him which makes me balk on the idea of him joining us. While an extra hunter would be helpful, I only want people I trust coming on this mission and right now Sam is the only person on that list. Sam seems to know my answer before I say it because he only shakes his head before heading out of the house. I feel pity sparking in my heart for making Sam upset, but I can't help the overwhelming relief at denying Joanus presence on the hunt.

I look at the poor man who was used as a meat suit for the demon and I get out my phone to call for help for him. I can't even imagine how many people that demon killed before I expelled it. At least once Sam and I rescue our dad, this town will be free from all supernatural beings. As my phone call is answered I look out the door at Sam and feel hope that we'll be seeing our dad very soon.

...

I don't care what anyone says...Hiding in a cornfield is never fun. I groan and push Sam forward so I can get more space for myself. Sam glares at me as he almost fell on his face from the shove. "Cut it out Dean," he warns me.

"Sam, try squatting down with someone your size and then tell me to cut it out." I rebuke him.

Sam doesn't bother to respond opting instead to move a few more inches over, which allows me to have more room and see a better view of the farm. For all intents and purposes, the farm looks quaint and charming. If I was a farmer I'd love a little farm like this nestled on a huge amount of land. I can almost picture Sam and I ridding horses and selling eggs to the locals before I snap out of the daydream. Any chance of a job like that is out of the question for me, hunting is so integrated into my blood that I couldn't fit in at a normal job if I tried. Sam, however, will have hope for a slice of normalcy as soon as he returns back to college after this field trip.

Thoughts of my brother are pushed aside as I notice two men walking out of a barn. I narrow my eyes to see the men better and they look unarmed from what I can tell. The two men look like well-seasoned farmers with their overalls and cowboy boots making them look the part of the role they maintain. The men could be possessed, but why would they do something so mundane, such as feeding hoses corn? I keep watching the men as they talk to each other outside of my earshot, and one of the men laughs at something the other man says. Apart from the two men I don't see any other humans and worry ignites within me.

"Where do you think dad is?" I turn and ask Sam.

Sam looks thoughtful and mulls over his answer before he says, "Maybe in the barn? They also have a small house next to it...The farmers look human enough, maybe the demon hid our dad on their land without them knowing?"

"I don't know how the farmers could miss a demon hiding our dad on their property. But people are so naive, maybe they don't have a clue what's going on. I say we go talk to the farmers and don't give me that look, Sam. This still might be a trap, but sometimes you have to go and risk walking in the fire to make it out alive."

"That makes no sense," Sam remarks as he rises to his feet. "Okay, then Dean. Let's go walk into the fire."

I stand up to join Sam and we make our way down to the humans. It doesn't take long for the farmers to notice us and they start walking over to meet us. As the men are walking I marble over the fact their bodies are perfectly in sync matching step for step. The men come to a stop a foot away from us and instead of looking angry at our intrusion they only seem amused. One of the men has blue eyes, the other brown and it's the blue-eyed man who speaks first. "Well hi, there partners. We normally don't allow trespassers here on our land. I'm sure you boys saw our signs warning against such acts, but we're not mad. What brings you boys here?"

Sam clears his throat, looking a bit sheepish before he tells the men, "We're sorry to trespass. We've been looking for our dad and we got word he might've landed himself near your farm."

The men look at each other before the man with brown eyes nods his head and says, "You know we did find a strange man on our property not too long ago. I hope he isn't your father because that man was insane. He kept rambling nonsense about demons and about his wife, whom he lost in a fire. We sent the man on his way, but not before he took a look around our farm trying to find these so-called, 'demons.'"

I try to tone down my desperation as I ask, "Can you tell us where he went? Was he hurt? Did he find anything?"

The blue-eyed man scoffs before answering, "Find what? Horses and chickens? He found plenty of them both, seeing as we don't have any demons in stock. Look, all that I can tell you is that the man had his little look around and once he found nothing he headed back into town. He wasn't injured as far as I know, but he was favoring his left leg an awful lot. We can give you boys a lift back into town and help you look for him if you want?"

Before I can say anything Sam butts in and says, "That'd be nice, thank you. Do you mind if we can get some water though? My brother Dean and I are parched. We'd be so thankful if we could get something to drink before we all go."

The men aren't put off by Sam's requests and only beam at him in response. "Alright," The brown-eyed man chuckles. "You boys wait here and we'll be right back with your drinks."

The farmers walk off from us over to their house and once they're out of hearing distance I elbow Sam in the stomach. When Sam cries out I whisper harshly, "What the fuck Sam? We can't stay for a drink, we're so close to finding dad. For all we know he could be here somewhere dying, or if the farmers aren't lying then we missed him in town. We need to start searching for him now."

"Dean," Sam chides me. "Relax, I'm just trying to buy enough time for us to plan out our next move. The men could be telling the truth, but I feel like dad is on this farm somewhere. Once they get back we can try to fish more out of them, who knows they might slip up. Once we know what we're dealing with then we can chart our next course of action. Until then calm down and drink the water they give you like you're a thirsty man in the desert with nothing but sand."

"I am kinda thirsty," I confess to Sam just as the men come out the house with glasses of water in hand. The men walk back over to us and hand us the icy cold glasses. Sam and I nod in thanks before drinking up, and the water feels heavenly going down my dry throat. I hand my empty glass back to them before I get back to business and become serious once again.

"Thanks, dudes," I tell the men. "If you don't mind me asking, is there anything else about the man you remember?"

The blue-eyed man only scratches his head in response to my question, but the brown-eyed man speaks and answers "Not a whole lot. He had a beard and hazel eyes, but his name stood out to me. He said his name was John Winchester, and that he loves his sons Sam and Dean. I think the poor fellow thought he'd never see his sons again," the man laughs.

It's that moment my mind connects the dots. "Sam!" I scream. "It's a trap!" I grab my brother's arm and try to tug him with me as I turn to run, but Sam doesn't budge. I risk looking back at Sam's face and I'm stunned by what I see. My hand is still on Sam's arm, but he pays no attention to the touch, instead looking into my eyes with a look I've never seen from him before. Sam doesn't look worried, in fact, I would say he looks almost smug. I let go of Sam's arm and back up a few steps. Sam watches me back up with a frown spreading across his face. The farmers come over to my brother and stand alongside him with their arms crossed at their chests.

"Sam, what...What the fuck is going on?" The two men start heading purposefully toward me before Sam puts a hand up to stop them. The men drawback at the signal and go back to join my brother by his side.

Sam gives up any pretense as he says, "It's okay, Dean. You don't have to be afraid, I only did what I had to. You might not get it now, but I set off a chain of reactions that will end up saving your life and in turn your soul. Come with Dean and I'll explain everything."

"What are you talking about?!" I yell at Sam as I back up further.

Sam watches me calmly as I step further and further away from him as I walk backwards to the direction of the cornfield. I pause in my movements as Sam reaches out a hand towards me wearing a pleading expression. "Come with me this time Dean. I let you go before and I've always regretted leaving you behind with dad. If I knew back then what was going to happen, I would've forced you to come with me so we could've fought fate together, but I can't go back and change the past. I know you don't understand what's going on right now, but I'm trying to save you. Don't make this hard on me man, please just come with me willingly."

I look longingly at Sam's stretched out hand. Sam looks at me expectantly waiting for my decision as my mind races with the possibilities. What has Sam done? What's he planning on doing? He has to be possessed, this can't be my real brother in front of me. I try not to draw Sam's suspicion as I try to subtly look back to see how far away I am from the cornfield. Sam's lips draw into a disappointed scowl and I can tell he knows what I'm planning. Just as Sam orders the men to go and get me, I run over to the cornfield and start weaving my body in between the stalks. I hear a roar of anger which is followed with my name, and I try to ignore it as I focus on getting away. I start panting out of breath as I run blindly through the corn stalks, shoving them behind me as I run as fast as I can. I'll call Bobby once I'm out of this cornfield maze and far away back into town. We'll come up with a plan to save Sam, someone must've whammed him out of his mind. We'll save Sam and then we'll find my dad and get the hell out of this fucked up town.

As I'm running the only noises I can hear are the ones I'm making so I crouch down to mask my position as I desperately try to hear anything from the men chasing me. I can't hear anything but the wind and nothing else. I hesitantly rise back up to my feet and before I can even take a step I yelp as hands wrap around me and pull me back against a body. My survival mode kicks in as I thrash my body and try to dig my elbows back into the person behind me. I land a hit and hear a grunt of pain before the arms around me drop off. Just as I'm about to turn around to fight my attacker I'm knocked down to the ground face first and feel a heavy weight settle on top of me. My hands are free and I try to use them to push myself up when another person comes around and grabs my wrists and pins them behind me with a tight grip.

For a moment I just curse at the men. It's only when I feel myself almost getting free of my human restraint that I feel a prick on the side of my neck. I gasp as my neck burns as whatever liquid I was injected with goes down my body and into my bloodstream. My body grows limp and I groan as I start to feel lightheaded. The man on top of me gets off and I try to use the opportunity to get up but my arms won't even move. The world around me starts going dark and the men above me laugh in victory. Just as I'm about to pass into the realm unconsciousness, I'm treated to the sight of Sam steeping out of the corn stalks. Sam walks over to my unmoving body, and leans down and kisses my cheek. "It'll be alright, Dean. Just go to sleep, and when you wake up, I promise I'm going to show you a better world."

...

When I come to it's like waking up from a bad dream, except I know the nightmares I dreamt were real. I groan in misery as I slowly open my eyes. Everything looks blurry and I can only make out a few things. I blink a few more times and finally, I can see what my eyes had missed. For starters, I'm on the ground. Secondly, I'm tied up from my wrists down to my ankles. And thirdly, a large group of people are looking down at me. It doesn't take long before I try to scoot back attempting to escape before I'm stopped at the feeling of tiny little pricks against the backside of my body. I whip my head around to see my path of freedom is being blocked by straw bales, and that's what I backed up against. I turn my head back around to face the hoard of people, and as I scan their faces I can only recognize one of them. Sam's standing in the middle of the group and with a whistle from him the people around him form into a circle.

Being so close to the mass of people I see it clearly when they all pull out knives and slice their palms open in a single cut. I continue to watch, feeling dazed as the members in the circle, take each other's hand, letting blood trail down from their fresh cuts. I want to move, I want to do anything but to keep watching as the people in the circle start chanting and begin to dance around my brother.

A few moments pass by, but unknowingly I must've made some kind of noise because the dancing comes to a quick stop, and the people in the circle turn to look at me with hunger filled eyes. I only gape wordlessly at the group as they break apart from their circle and start heading towards me. I don't even have time to wonder where Sam went as I only focus on trying not to have a panic attack as the people get closer and closer to my bound body. Another whistle sounds and everyone stops in their tracks. The people move aside to let my brother walk between them in order for him to have a clear path to me. I try desperately to pull against the rope binding my wrists, but there is no give. As soon as I look up I flinch in shock at the close proximity Sam is in with me. Sam is smirking at me and for all my might I can't fathom what he's thinking about.

Sam snorts and say's, "What I'm thinking is that you need to relax. You're so wound up for nothing, Dean. If you would've been a good boy, you would already have known everything by now. Be it as it may, I will still try to explain everything to you."

My mouth opens and closes several times as I try to find the words I want to say. "Can you read my mind? Whatever's going on, Sam this isn't you. You're possessed and you don't know it, or maybe someone put a spell on you...Untie me and let me help you!"

Sam tuts at me like I'm a disobedient child before he says, "I can read your mind. I've been able to read minds for about a year now, it's so easy, it's like riding a bike." Sam bends down to look at me face to face before he continues with, "It's one of the many perks of drinking demon's blood."

My mouth screws up and I look at Sam in horror. "You've been drinking demon's blood? Why?"

"I drink it because it makes me powerful, Dean. I know you're confused and I'm going to explain things to you as best as I can. You remember Joanus, the one you were suspicious of? Well, I do know him, very intimately in fact. Joanus showed up at my dorm room a year ago and he showed me my future and yours. You don't believe in them Dean, but angels exist and they're not as righteous as you'd think. It's been written in the stars since we were born that we are the true vessels of the devil and the ark angel known as Micheal. The devil is supposed to inhabit me while Micheal is supposed to rule over your body. Heaven and hell are predicted to start a war once our bodies are taken over, and I saw your angel loses Dean...Once the angel is destroyed your body evaporates alongside with it and you'll be gone forever. Joanus said there was a way to save you, as long as I agreed to change and become the ruler over hell. For the past year with Joanus's help I've changed myself and tapped into unknown power I didn't know I had. I'm so strong Dean, way stronger now than the devil. We don't have to be meat puppets for anyone. I trapped the devil and I plan to destroy Micheal soon. I'm the new king of hell now and I want you by my side Dean."

Sam looks at me expectantly as he waits for my answer. I have none to give as I mull over everything Sam has said. Sam can't be serious! Joanus must've filled his head with lies, made him believe in a prophecy that isn't real. How can I convince Sam that nothing Joanus said is true? I brush off any feelings of doubt that what Joanus said might have any truth to it, and I instead focus on swaying Sam. "Sam, whatever he said was a lie. Angels aren't real and you're not destined to be the king of hell. Please listen to me Sam and let's just get out here. We'll find dad and fix whatever you did."

I look at Sam pleading with my eyes for him to listen and hear what I'm saying, but Sam only shakes his head no in response. "Dad's dead, Dean. I had Joanus lure him out here with a promise of finding Yellow Eyes. Dad didn't see it coming, not until the end at least. Dad always knew there was something wrong with me, and once I told him what I was he begged for mercy. Our father begged for his life on his knees and if I had even the littlest inkling of love for him, I might've abided his request. Sadly dad had to go...He was an obstacle in my plan, don't worry though cause I killed him quickly. He felt no pain when he passed."

My eyes bulge as I start shaking in denial. Sam would never! He's lying, he couldn't have killed dad! Sure, Sam and dad never got along, but Sammy would've never hurt him. I look Sam dead in the eye and beg with my own for the truth. Tears well up as Sam's eyes stay the same, he wasn't lying. I close my eyes and whip my head to the side. My dad could be stubborn, heartless at times, but he cared about us. The whole time Sam was gone at college, Dad missed him and hoped he would come back. Dad didn't deserve to die and especially not by one of his sons.

Teardrops streak down my face and a moment later there is a gentle nudge against my chin as my head is lifted up by Sam. "It had to end this way Dean," Sam says with a deep sigh. "He would've tried to stop me so it would've ended in his death anyway. He's with mom now in heaven so he at least he's in peace. You'll find peace as well once we get to hell. I'm going to reform the Earth and make it better. You might not see things my way now, but once I show you my version of a new world order you'll get behind me soon enough."

Sam grabs me and easily lifts me up to my feet. I'm still bound so Sam has to hold onto me so I don't fall. A deep hum waves throughout the air and it's quickly followed by a red sparking portal appearing just a few feet away. I open my mouth to beg Sam to stop when I notice no words leave my mouth. I glare at Sam and he shrugs at me apologetically.

"I'm sorry Dean," Sam says. "Until you're ready to accept what I am, I'd prefer to not hear you try to sway me. Things will get easier though, I'll show you. Did you know hell has a queen, Dean? Her name is Jessica. Jessica believes in you and she'll help you adapt to all the changes I'm going to make. Jessica and I will be by your side forever Dean, and I promise you I won't let anybody hurt you."

I want to tell Sam that he's hurting me now and to tell him he's crazy, but the invisible gag keeps me silent. Sam nods his head as if I had agreed with him and without further delay, he begins guiding us over to the portal. The portal starts humming the closer we get to it and I make a last attempt effort to get away from Sam to no avail. Sam grips me tighter and with the approval from the cheering of the people around us, we enter the portal to a fresh new hell.

(AN) I hope you guys enjoyed this one-shot. I know it's similar to the first chapter in the Boyking area, but with different plot points. I can't help but to write about evil Sam and weirdly every time I do, I want him to be the Boy King. I'm sorry for all the time jumps in this one-shot, I just had to keep the story going that way. Anyways, the next chapter will be different and feature Dark!Castiel for a change. I've plotted out a one-shot with him and I wanted to turn it into a full story. I might just leave it as a one-shot and see what happens later. I'm sure when I'll be updating this story next, but I'll try to push it out as quick as I can. Until then I hope you have an amazing week!