Bobby studied them for a long time. He couldn't believe Dean had signed up to be the angel's bitch while Sam was dying in the basement. None of this made sense anymore. "I'm gonna ask one more time. Are we absolutely sure we're doing the right thing?"
"You saw what was happening to him down there. The demon blood is killing him."
"No, it isn't. We are."
"What?"
"I can't bite my tongue anymore. We're killing him. Keeping him locked up down there, this cold turkey thing ain't working. If he doesn't get what he needs, soon, Sam's not gonna last much longer." He felt better, to hell with the consequences.
Something in him knew Bobby was right, but the facts remained the same. "No. I'm not giving him demon blood, I won't do it."
"And if he dies?"
He felt the tears burn their way through. "At least he dies human."
"Dean." Kayla looked shocked, his name sounded like an accusation. "He's your brother."
"And we're gonna keep it that way. I would die for him in a second, but I won't let him do this to himself. I can't. I guess I found my line. I won't let my brother turn into a monster."
"You can't make that decision! Dean, right or wrong this is what he wants! He's going to make it happen!"
"That doesn't even make any sense! He's going to turn into one of those filthy things!"
"What if he's different? What if he has the powers with none of the darkness? We've seen it before, like…"
"If you say Ruby I swear to God."
"Ruby? Fuck Ruby. We should burn Ruby alive for putting these stupid ideas into his head in the first place. I was referring to that clan of vampires. The ones that adapted, and what about Dominic?"
"So you think we should let him turn into a creature on the off chance that he may be able to handle it?"
She sighed quietly. "I think…this is going to tear you guys apart. Going against him is going to make things worse, he thinks he's right."
"Well he's not." He shook his head, muttering as he walked out of the room. "It's not happening."
"Monster Sam, you're a monster."
"Dean…"
"I tried so hard to pretend we were brothers, that you weren't one of the filthy things that we hunt. We're not even the same species. You're nothing to me."
"Don't you say that to me." Sam swallowed. "Don't you say that to me!"
But Dean disappeared; Sam wondered if hallucinations could be accurate.