Abomination

Summary: Sam and Dean have always been freaks, Sam found out when he was twenty two just how much of a freak he was. It wasn't until the boys are trapped once again by the demon that they find out Dean's little secret that none of them knew about. Just a quick one shot that's been playing on my mind.

Disclaimer: Don't own 'em or the show but man… I wish I did.

Okay – shorter than the last chapter but I'm gradually getting there :D Though I'd upload this now thought so please enjoy.

Falling Down

(4 Days Ago)

After the whole chick flick moment at the park, Dean was refusing to do anymore 'talking' because well, it's just not what he did or at least not what he wanted to admit to doing. So instead, they were researching, again something that Dean would probably not admit to doing but he'd take credit for it anyway, especially if he'd done a good enough job but he would really tell anyone who would listen that Sammy was the geek boy in the family – Sam had translated this years ago into it's deeper meaning that went something like 'Sam's the book smart one and I'm proud of him for it'.

They were researching the town as a whole though they were mainly focused on the park and finding the girl from Sam's vision, after all maybe she was the key. Sam had described her as taller than most girls he'd met but shorter than Dean so maybe 5'8" or 5'9" with light brown hair, probably about shoulder length. She was slim but athletic or at least he'd gathered as much by the way she ran. If he had to guess an age, which he hated doing especially with girls because they always got offended, he'd guess somewhere between 21 and 24 years old so far too young to die the way she had.

With only having one laptop but two researchers, Dean had decided to grab some food for the pair of them and leave Sam to it; after all if Sam came across a photo, he'd know what or who he was looking for. That was over half a day ago, now with a new day starting Sam decided he was sick of being the only one researching and the only way to calm him down was to take 'the geek boy to the nice dusty library for a day out' or at least that's how Dean put it just before having to quickly roll off his bed and away from the pillow that was aimed directly at his head.

Half an hour after settling down at the library's computers and sitting back to back, Dean started making clicking noises with his tongue and was tapping his fingers against the desk whilst staring at the screen. Maybe it was out of annoyance or maybe it was because of the evil glares they were receiving from the librarian, what ever the reason was, Sam turned around away from his computer and slapped Dean across the back of his head – not surprised that he enjoyed hearing the muffled and somewhat forced 'ow' that came from his brother.

"What the hell was that for?" Dean groaned, spinning around to face his brother.

"Well for one, you're about two minutes away from getting us kicked out of here."

"And for two?"

"I felt like it because you're annoying me."

"Yeah well, just see what you get next time you're spouting nerd logic and annoying me."

Sam rolled his eyes and looked back at his computer screen. Okay, so he'd done about a days worth of research on this park so far and had come up with absolutely nothing except for a couple of muggings and a few trees planted in memory of some people who died of old age. He tried not to get frustrated and impatient but he could help but feel that there was a time limit and that their time was quickly running out.

The dim lights and lack of caffeine in his system weren't helping to keep him away, neither was the gentle and soothing buzz of the computers or the warm and dusky air. However, luckily he caught his head before it collided loudly with the keyboard, eyes quickly scanning the surrounding area and the reflection in his monitor to see if anyone had noticed, or more specifically, if Sam had noticed. But God… he was so bored! Couldn't they do this outside in the sun with the cool breeze for once? At least that might make it a little more interesting… or at least a little more comfortable.

"Find anything?" He heard Sam ask.

Quickly glancing at his screen to confirm that he hadn't found anything, he shook his head in replied and mumbled, "Nothing, you?"

"Well Mr Tibbles took a tumble from a tree and broke his neck about a month ago but I don't think that has anything to do with what we're looking for."

"Mr Who?"

"Tibbles… a cat Dean, a Persian White if you must know."

"Oh, right. So unless we've got something with a serious dislike of cats… yeah, I get you."

And they returned to silence for mere moments before Dean scoffed and turned in his seat again, "Dude, who names their cat Mr Tibbles?"

At this remark he couldn't help but noticed the hardened glare he received from the librarian whose expression was fast becoming a scowl, eyes flaring with anger and sadness.

Sam smirked and glanced between the librarian and Dean, "Well according to the article, Ms Libby Hardwater who runs the local library was devastated about her recent loss."

Dean took a single deep breath and made sure to avoid eye contact with Ms Hardwater, the librarian, for the rest of their time in the library and upon leaving at five o'clock, when she loudly declared right next to Dean's ear that it was closing time and she wanted to get home, he mumbled something that may have been an apology or his condolences or possibly even an insult, not that she paid much attention him except to glare.

"And that was a giant waste of time." Sam sighed, climbing into the Impala.

"Yeah well, maybe we should start looking deeper into places that library computers can't reach."

"You mean hack."

Dean merely smirked in reply and turned the ignition, setting off towards some place that would sell fast food that they could take back to the motel room. Turned out the nearest place was 'Pizza Palace' and Sam and Dean were both thankful that though it looked nothing like a palace, it did at least look sanitary. So a classic margarita for Sam and a meat feast for Dean with extra special toppings, ever the adventurous one – he'd find out in the morning when he brought the whole thing back up what a mistake it was though.

(Present Day)

Sam found himself growling as he watched the demon still kneeling next to his brother, still touching his brother whilst he was forced to just watch and try to fight against the invisible binds. If it wasn't for all the anger that just kept flaring up in his system, he'd have been begging to be released so he could see to Dean.

But he was stronger than that but that meant he wasn't likely to get what he wanted. What he did want was to be looking over Dean for any fatal injuries, not staring from a distance whilst the demon examined the unconscious form. Dean's clothes were scorched and burned in places but miraculously, like his skin, they were still reasonably intact. The lower left leg of his denim jeans had been completed torched, as had most of the right leg, slightly revealing semi scorched boxers. His over shirt was nothing more than a tattered black shawl and the shirt underneath contained several holes where the flames had burned. Whatever the hell had kept Dean from burning to a crisp had somehow allowed him to keep some dignity.

"How?" The demon asked, laying a hand on a part of revealed flesh, it felt just like any other bit of flesh and yet the fire did nothing to it. From his finger tips he felt flames emerging as he tested what he'd just seen up close. Pain flared across Dean's face in the form of a grimace but he didn't wake… and the skin didn't burn. The material of the shirt withered slightly until the demon pulled away.

"What the hell did you do to him?" Sam shouted, pulling his head forward in yet another attempt to escape, only to have it crash back against the wall.

"I was just making sure it wasn't some fluke." The demon grinned and lifted himself slightly, wrapping his hand around Dean's collar and forcing him up from the ground as well.

"Just please! Leave him alone!" Sam pleaded, "He's nothing to you! Leave him out of this."

"It's a little too late now Sammy boy. He's got something that humans aren't supposed to have and I want to know why." The Demon smirked and dropped Dean back down before turning back to Sam, "You can sleep now though, don't worry."

And before Sam could object or curse, his world faded to black and he was only slightly aware of his body falling to a lump on the floor.