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CHAPTER THREE: Team Free Will Reunion

After driving all the way to mother fucking Minnesota, all Sam found was an empty motel room and a dead girl.

And no sign of Dean.

Figuring he had no better ideas, Sam drove all the way back to the bunker to summon his brother.

But not before he stopped to drain a couple of demons on the way there.

To say the least, demon blood was seeping out of Sam's pours.

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Finally making it back to the bunker, the youngest Winchester practically sprinted to the dungeon, wiping some access blood from his mouth.

It didn't take long for Sam to find a suitable summoning spell for his brother and he was eager to get started.

After about in an hour, Sam tossed the lit match into the bowl.

The fact that his brother actually appeared in front of him shocked the both of them.

Dean whirled around, facing Sam with anger that was soon replaced with utter amusement.

The Knight slowly clapped his hands as he stared down his brother. "Well Sammy, I got to hand it to you. Nice work." Dean paused for a minute and sniffed the air, chuckling darkly. "I see you've invested in a new meal plan."

Sam raised an eyebrow as he held out his hand. Squeezing his eyes shut the only sound he heard was Dean's sharp intake of breath as he was flung back into a chair, unable to get up.

"Sammy, look at you. Demon blood pumping through your veins and you've got a new level of confidence. How cute that you think it'll be enough." Even though Dean realized he was in a predicament, the arrogance never left his face.

The youngest Winchester eyed his brother, disgust in his voice as he spoke. "I hate demons."

"I've got a helluva lot more runnin' through me then just demon juice."

Sam stared at his brother, wondering to himself how they had gotten to this point. "This isn't right Dean."

"Let me tell you something, guys like me we are the natural order. It's the way it was set up." Dean titled his head, smugness written all over his face.

"Guys like me still gotta do what we can." The youngest Winchester stated with defiance. "You're a monster Dean. Nothing else to it."

"See where I'm sitting, there ain't much difference from what I turned into then what you already are." The Knight argued, hoping to strike a nerve.

"And what exactly is that suppose to mean?" Sam questioned, acting like he had no idea what his brother was going on about.

"I know what you did when you were looking for me. And I know how far you went. So let me ask you, which one of us is really the monster? The one turned demon by a mark, or the one who chose to go dark side by his own free will?" Dean looked up at his brother and saw rage in his eyes.

The Knight saw his brother's hard look falter as he considered the questions. Sam had only let up on his hold on Dean for not even more of a millisecond before he was tackled to the ground.

Shoving Dean off of him, Sam took off, running from the room and down the hallway.

Taking his time, Dean looked around the room to see some tools along with other materials ordered neatly on one of the shelves. Looking at the many instruments, the eldest Winchester's gaze stopped on a hammer.

Sam could feel the effects of the demon blood slowly but surely wearing off. Not having a better plan, the hunter thought it'd be best to try and avoid his brother's rampage.

Dean casually strolled down the hallway, hammer swinging loosely from his hand at his side. "Come on, Sammy. Let's have a beer, talk about it."

Sam's heart rate increased as he heard the absolute amusement in his brother's voice as it echoed through the halls.

"I'm tired of playing. Let's finish this game!"

Leaning against a wall, Sam cautiously peaked his head around the corner, relief flooding his face when he didn't see Dean in sight. As he turned around, he barely had time to duck before the pointed end of the hammer almost grazed the youngest Winchester's head, getting stuck in the wall.

A very smug looking Dean wrapped his hand around the hammer's end right as Sam put Ruby's knife up to his brother's throat.

Dean's eyed flashed black, glaring at his brother, daring him to make a move. "Do it." Sam breathed hard as he watched his brother's eyes switch back to the green he loved dearly.

"It's all you." Dean said, the corner of his lips tilting up. "Ball's in your court, little brother."

The youngest Winchester eyed his brother's neck thirstily. He could practically hear the blood pumping through Dean's tainted veins. Just as he was about to press down on the blade and cause sweet scented crimson to fall on Ruby's knife, a soft whooshing sound brought the hunter back to reality.

"Sam, wait."

Dean immediately recognized the gravelly voice from behind him, his eyes looking to the right. "Cas, as I live and breathe. I see you got your angel mojo back. Too bad it won't do you any good." Even though the eldest Winchester really couldn't see Cas got his grace back, he could feel the angel's power radiating off of him.

"This isn't you Dean." Castiel argued, staying behind the Knight.

A cruel laugh erupted from deep inside the eldest Winchester's throat. Grabbing Sam's arm, he quickly twisted it behind his brother's back. Forcing Ruby's knife from his grasp, Dean pressed the cold metal up against Sam's neck as he faced the angel.

"The sooner you and my pain in the ass of a brother realize that this really is me, the better off both of you will be." Smirking, Dean rammed the hilt of the knife into Sam's temple and watched him fall unconscious to the floor.

With a smug smile plastered to his voice, the Knight turned his now dark gaze to meet Castiel's blue one.

"Time for the adults to chat."

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TBC

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