So here's my attempt to have some Demon!Dean, Hurt!Sam, and Sassy!Crowley/Cain/Cas. And when I put a slash between them, I DON'T mean like couple slash. I just didn't feel like typing sassy three times. Hope you guys like this!


Sam tried not to be afraid, he didn't want to be. Not of his brother, not even this version of him.

"Ya scared, Sammy? You should be."

Sam almost laughed at the cliché threat. "After everything we've come across, you think the guy would know how to intimidate someone a little better."

"You boys don't mind if I borrow Sammy, do you?" Dean asked with a devious smile playing on his lips.

"Fine with me." Cain said. "If anyone understands sibling rivalry, it's me. Do what you gotta do. I'll make sure our royal highness and trench coat over here are entertained."

Before any of them could register it, Dean popped up behind Sam, took hold of his arm, and they both vanished.

Dean, having done it multiple times before, landed on his feet. Sam on the other hand, was taken by surprise at the sudden transportation and fell backwards. He looked up at Dean and began backing away.

"Sammy," Dean said in a mock hurt voice, "Don't leave me now, we haven't even gotten started yet!"

Dean flicked his wrist and Sam flew to the other side of the room. His right side received most of the impact. He rubbed his now aching shoulder and wearily stood up.

"Dean," he said with a shaking voice, "Please, I know you're still in there somewhere, you gotta fight this."

Dean flung Sam into another wall. His back his hardest this time and knocked the wind out of him.

"Oh, I'll fight."


"Sam!" Castiel called frantically.

"Calm down angel boy, let the boys handle themselves." Cain mocked.

"What happened to you, Cain?" Castiel asked. "From the way Dean spoke about you, you were so helpful in defeating Abaddon's followers. What changed?"

"Who says I've changed?"

"You turned him into a demon."

"Oh, please." Cain scoffed. "Don't sell us knights short, we're much more powerful than regular demons, like Crowley here."

"Scuse me?' Crowley hissed.

"Well, you did have to rely on two hunters and an angel to stop her."

"Yeah, well who's the one that had a hunter take his place as Hell's most wanted while hiding out eating rabbit food?"

"Don't turn this into a fight, not when I'm the only one who can help you."

"Seems like you're already busy enough helping Dean."

Cain laughed as though Crowley had just told a joke. Crowley and Castiel glanced at each other in confusion.

"You really think I'm helping him? If I was, then why would I tell him that him holding on to the mark was the only way to stop him from turning back?"

"It isn't?" Castiel questioned.

"No."

"Why did you lie to him?"

"You saw what being a knight did to me. Even after hiding out for years, I still almost got myself killed last time I helped you boys out. Being a knight is a burden no one should have to bare. So, I decided, for the good of human and demonkind, that knights should cease to exist. As soon as I met Dean, I knew he was the one to do it."

"Why would you give that burden to Dean?" Castiel demanded.

Cain sighed sorrowfully. "When I met him, I knew he was special, he was like me."

The angel stepped towards him. "Dean is nothing like you. He is a good man."

"He's also an older brother that betrayed his younger sibling to save his life. Sound familiar?"

"Dean did not betray Sam."

"Sam apparently thinks otherwise."

Castiel huffed out an angry breath.

"Oh relax, it's a good thing. We couldn't do this without Sammy here. He's gonna be the one to end it all."

Castiel and Crowley exchanged wary looks and Crowley spoke up.

"Fine, what's little Sammy gotta do?"

"That's the spirit Crowley."

"Easy to make plans for someone who isn't around to object."

"Stop," Castiel commanded. "I still don't understand why it had to be Dean."

"Why do I have to explain everything?" Cain sighed as he rolled his eyes. "The mark was a sign of betrayal against my younger brother. Only way to get rid of it was by getting forgiveness from the one I'd harmed. Kinda hard to forgive when they're dead."

"I should get that on a t-shirt." Crowley kidded. "But seriously, forgiveness? Sounds a little too mushy to actually accomplish anything."

"It isn't quite that simple."

"When you're dealing with the Winchesters, nothing's ever simple."

"What else do we need to do to cure Dean?" Castiel asked.

"He has to willingly pass the mark to the one he hurt after being forgiven."

"Well," Crowley interjected, "that's all very touching, but how would that fix anything? If he gives the mark to Sam, we've just got another knighted Winchester to deal with."

"Shh." Cain hushed as he put a finger to his lips.

"Oh bullocks, not-" He didn't get to finish as his voice was magically stolen from him again. Castiel almost smiled. "Dean must be rubbing off on me."

"The mark symbolizes the betrayal," Cain continued ignoring Crowley's hissing noises. "When it's been passed on to someone pure hearted enough to overlook the pain they'd been caused, they can overpower the mark, and it will be destroyed."

"Now is that all?" Castiel asked hopefully.

"Not quite."

"Of bloody course not." Crowley wanted to say, but Cain kept him silent.

"Once Sam has the mark, he'll have to destroy it before it destroys him. And it'll put up on hell of a fight to stop him. Any questions?"

Crowley regained his voice. "No problem. I'm sure if Moose can take down the devil, one little stain won't stop him."

"If you're sure, then go right ahead, but you may want to hurry."

"Why?" Castiel asked.

"Well, while you boys have been asking all these questions, you're forgetting that you've left your only shot out of this mess with someone who would love more than anything to see his heart stop beating."

Castiel's eyes widened. "C'mon, we need to get to Sam."

Crowley chuckled. "Right behind you."


Dean finally released Sam from his invisible chokehold. Sam fell over gasping for breath, no longer having the energy to stand.

Dean made his way over to Sam and towered over him. Dean grabbed a fistful of Sam's hair and yanked him into a sitting position. Sam held onto the hands trying to lessen the grip, but he was too exhausted for it to have any real affect.

"Dean," Sam whispered. It was all his voice was capable of. "Please."

He chuckled and pulled out Cain's knife. He tugged Sam's head back harder exposing his throat and placed the blade teasingly against his neck. Sam's breathing hitched as he tried not to let the knife sink any deeper into his throat.

"I've done so much for you, Sammy. I died for you, but all you care about is how I tricked you into living!" Dean's voice grew louder and it made Sam shiver. Dean took a calming breath and gently traced the blade over Sam's chest. "Do you think if I cut deep enough, I could see your heart beating?"

Sam looked with tear filled eyes at his brother. He was more scared of leaving Dean like this, failing him, rather than dying.

"I'm just kidding, Sammy." He slowly pulled the knife away. In an instant, Dean pulled on Sam's hair again and forced his face mere inches from his own. "After recent events, I think we've established that you don't have one."

He suddenly put the blade back over Sam's heart. "But hey, maybe we should make sure."

Sam snapped his eyes shut against the pain of the tip of the knife dragging over his skin. He felt the blood trickle down his chest and stopped a scream as Dean dug the blade in deeper.

Sam didn't care. He didn't care that the angels were planning a civil war. He didn't care about Castiel and Crowley finding him dead. All he cared about was Dean.

All Sam wanted was for Dean to miraculously snap out of it. He wanted his brother to look him in the eyes and tell him it was all gonna be okay. But no, Dean, his brother, just kept slicing away.

He didn't even notice the flapping wings, or Dean shouting some smart ass comment to the angel and Crowley. All he saw was Dean smile cruelly, raise his hand, snap his fingers, and vanish.

With too many emotions swimming in his head, he had one lone thought before being claimed by darkness.

"Dean…"


Sorry this took me longer than usual to update. I currently have two other story ideas swimming around in my head so I kept trying to focus on this one, but it was proving to be a difficult task. I was seriously uninspired, but I took a nap today and as soon as I woke up, I knew exactly what I wanted to do with this story. I was really stuck for an ending and every time I tried to think of one my brain just said "DEAN KILLS SAM AND GOES BACK TO NORMAL OUT OF GRIEF!" and I'm like "Shut up, that's a horrible ending! No more death I've already killed enough people already!" Hoping to wrap up this story within a few more chapters and I hope this was worth the wait!