A/N: And we're back! I'm glad to see the response that those last couple lines got...it's always awesome to hear from you guys! That said, merci beaucoup to VattaKeto, LeeMarieJack, Leandra Falconwing, Sarah, ellie reynolds 777, babyreaper, sammysmissingshoe, Jenna, and Soulless666 for your amazing reviews! You rock :)

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-Jaq

Sam woke with a groan and a pounding headache. He frowned, nor remembering anything past entering the warehouse with Dean...oh.

Dean. The demon. Sam blinked, realizing that he was tied to a chair. Did wonders never cease?

There was a tapping sound, and Sam twisted his neck (damn, that hurt- Sam guessed he had concussion from the way the light bothered him) to see. Just inside his frame of vision was the demon.

Sam considered, not for the first time, how similar the man looked to Dean. They had the same muscular build, tall (but not as tall as Sam), blonde hair. This guy had black eyes, though. Dean's were green.

"You're awake. Took you long enough. Humans really are fragile, aren't you?"

Sam didn't respond, just glared. But concentrating gave him a headache, so he stopped. He still didn't give the satisfaction of response, though.

The demon spun his finger and the chair spun with it. Sam winced at the movement.

"Now Sam," the demon said, "we can do this the easy way or the hard way."

"That's such a cliché," Sam said in a monotone. "And since when is it ever the easy way?"

"I genuinely don't want to hurt you. But I will." The demon frowned. "I...remember humanity. Sort of like a bad dream, you know? You remember the gist of it, but the details get away."

Sam's lips tightened. "If you ever were Dean, you aren't him now," he said stiffly.

"Well, if that's what makes you sleep at night. Me, I don't sleep. I stay up and think about dirty things." The demon smiled again, eyes turning dark and soulless. Sam refused to look away.

"Now, I know there was a plan. Something about Ruby, and breaking the seals. Any of this sounding familiar?"

Sam didn't say anything, but his mind was clicking together the pieces. Ruby had tried to kill him, but Sam had been too quick. Using her own blood against her, he had tried to get her to spill. She had rambled something about the plan failing, and the seals remaining, but that was about it. Then, Sam had extinguished her.

"The plan failed. Demon by the name of Crowley, he and his buddies made sure of it. See, if I'm a demon, their plan fails. But I need to know how much you know, Sam."

"I don't know anything."

"Liar, liar, Jess on fire-oh, wait." Dean smirked. "You already told me you killed Ruby. Why?"

"Because she was an evil, lying, manipulative bitch and I saw the error of my ways," Sam snapped.

"See, Ruby was an evil, lying, manipulative bitch back when I was human, but you wouldn't let me off her. So what changed your mind?"

Sam didn't answer, just sat, eyes staring slightly out of focus at the demon's shoes. He wanted Dean back.

"I'm waiting here."

"Screw you."

Dean laughed, his eyes black and cold. "Sam...you really do have some hope. I tortured souls for centuries before I got up here. You think I don't have it in me to give you a couple marks, too? Trust me, you'll be talking."

Sam knew the plan. After killing Ruby, he'd tracked down demons- created a name for himself, one to be feared. And finally, he knew the plan.

"Stoic type, eh? Yeah, you always were. Alrighty, down to the nitty-gritty..."

"Wait."

"What?"

Sam's voice sounded strangled and weak to his own ears. "You...you can't be Dean. The whole reason Dean went to Hell was for me."

"And your point is? I would have ended up there soon enough, anyhow."

"No. I don't think so."

"Wanna bet?" Dean walked over to a shelf, pulling off a wicked-looking knife. "I'm going to have to be careful. My first few tests died within the hour. I keep forgetting how easy it is to kill you humans."

"If Dean could have seen you, he wouldn't be able to live with himself."

"Good."

"Dammit, Dean! Please!" Sam begged, hating himself for doing it. He hadn't spent the last two years of his life for nothing.

"Last chance, little brother."

"You aren't my brother," Sam growled, trying desperately to feel that tug again. Maybe he could pull it off this time.

"I beg to differ. But enough with the smalltalk. Let's get down to business." Dean lifted the knife almost forlornly.

A sigh. "I'm sorry about this." Then, Dean plunged the tip of the knife into Sam's bicep, pulling-yanking- down irregularly. Sam moaned.

"Answer me!"

Sam's tears were for his dead brother when they fell. They were for Dean- the old Dean, the Dean he still had saved messages from when he was alive. This...new Dean wasn't even close to his brother.

"Don't be such a crybaby, Sammy. Come on."

Sam looked up at him, exhaustion rolling off him in waves. After two nearly-sleepless nights in a row, trekking across the country, discovering his demonized brother, and being betrayed by said brother- he really didn't give a crap. And he didn't have the anger anymore, just...fatigue.

"Would you kill me?" he asked listlessly, tilting his head back and closing his eyes.

"Yes."

Sam smiled, eyes still closed. This wasn't Dean. Even if it had been his brother, centuries ago, this wasn't Dean. Dean wouldn't kill Sam. In a way, it was relieving. No more confusion. Just another demon.

But the demon hesitated in drawing the knife back this time. "Just answer me."

"Kill me. You don't have any leverage left. My brother's dead, and torturing me isn't going to get you your information. Trust me."

"I'm..."

"No, you aren't. You aren't Dean. Stop pretending. The instant you became a demon, you stopped being Dean. So get over it."

Snapping his head up, the demon's mouth twisted into a sadistic smile. "I cared so much about you. Funny how that all goes away, isn't it? I don't feel remorse at all."

Slightly uncomfortable at this revelation, Sam fidgeted in his chair. "That's not a good thing," he ventured, looking at the demon earnestly. "You can't see the good in the world-"

The demon slapped Sam across the young man's face, hard enough to snap his head back. Sam moaned, the hit jarring his concussed head.

"I never saw the good in the world," the demon hissed, leaning in close. "Because there isn't any. There's things like me, and there's things like you. There're angels too- did you know that? You were right all along- but they don't care."

"There is- Dean was-"

Another slap. Harder, this time, and black spots swam in Sam's vision. He blinked them away, his head pounding.

"Dean. Is. Dead. So go ahead, try and fix me with your therapeudic talk. It won't work. You can't even fix yourself," the demon spat, grabbing Sam's jaw tight enough for it to hurt. "You can't fix anything."

He raised the knife again.

A/N 2: (just finished editing this now, after seeing the Maze Runner. Personally, I think they did a great job staying pretty close to the book.)

Say 'I' if you like demon Dean.

review? You all rock. Have a fantastic week-end! Thanks for reading :)

-Jaq