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As the demon inside of me is released, my consciousness is locked up in a deep part of my mind, stuck watching the events play out before me. The real Sam is still present in my body, screaming out for me to stop. But I can't stop anymore; it just feels too good being who I was meant to be. Aaron stands before me laughing and it just fuels the fire that is raging through my veins. I grin at him and grab the rod that is keeping me from the fight and in one swift movement yank it from my body. It surprises me that there is no pain, but I shake my head and throw the rod at the demon as hard as I can. The metal hits him hard in the chest, tossing him back to land on a pile of parts. As he gets up, I move slowly toward him, building up my energy. I notice that flames dance upon my skin, not burning but protecting. Aaron is staring at me trying to use his powers on me, but they don't seem to be working anymore. Closing my eyes I close the distance between us by reappearing right in front of him. Looking deeply into his eyes, I see the reflection of my eyes and it's mesmerizing. Bright swirls of yellow and amber contort in my pupils, power and confidence clearly showing. Power is building within me and I need to find release. I grab Aaron's head and hold on tight as he struggles. The flames from my body lick at his skin causing him to scream and I bend the flames to enter every opening of his body. His eyes burn to nothing, his body heat builds in my hands.

Aaron's screams echo throughout the junkyard and to my mind it's a blissful melody. But to the good Sam inside me, the screams match his pain. While I kill Aaron, at the same time Samuel Winchester is withering away. My powers surge with the sudden take over and finally the son of the Devil is dead by my hand. The flames dancing along my body simmer blue as they slowly go out, Aaron's body falling at my feet. Destruction is all around me, along with the three humans that survived my wrath. Their expressions are the expected shock mixed with disgust and pain. I look down at my body, noticing how clean and virgin the skin is. No scars mark my body and there is a strange strength to the skin. A wicked smile decorates my face and I glance up at the humans. The two older ones hold weapons while the third seems to be thinking. There can be no witnesses to what has occurred here so they must die. I head towards them with thoughts of causing more death running across my mind. The good Sam, although weak, is struggling to prevent what I will do. Growling at his distractions, I gather my powers once again and disarm the three of their weapons. The struggles from Sam increase till he manages to crawl into control.

"Dean…remem…ber…"

Once again he is pushed back to the deepest depths of the minds. The young one in front of me, Dean I'm assuming, looks pained. Before any of them can move I shove the three against the wall of cars and pin them there. Sam starts his fight up again, screaming for his family, for Dean. As I stand here in front of them I get a good look at their faces. Flashbacks start assaulting my senses along with such strong emotions that they weaken me. Dean is talking to me and I try to tune into his voice but good Sam breaks the surface and I struggle to keep control.

"Sammy please come back to me, to us. You can fight this. Its over…you saved us."

The Sam inside me yells with happiness and comes back to the surface, but I fight hard to keep him under the water, trying to drown the humanity that is still left in me. Sam is growing and becoming stronger, the blackened pieces in me still struggling to maintain control.

"Dean, help me. This has to end, I can't hold on forever."

"How Sam? You aren't making sense."

"The blood of a brothers bond is strong Dean. No demon can ever beat that. Weaken it Dean, weaken it."

"How? What do I do after."

"Replace the dark with light. I gave you the means to do the first part. You must figure out how to rid my body of the evil."

"Dean, the colt that Sam left you."

"No Dad! No! Sam you can't be thinking that."

"Yes, that's the first part…arggg…I can't hold on Dean. It knows what is going to happen. You need to do this."

"It will kill you Sam."

"Yes, but only you can bring me back. Remember Dean."

Sam falls back into the mind in weakness. As I rise back to the surface I feel a sharp pain in my chest. Ahead of me is Dean holding the handle of the still smoking colt. A shot to the heart has me shaking and I become angry and throw them across the yard. Electrical bursts are pulsing through my body and I try to collect my powers to kill these insignificant humans but the bullet is weakening me. Another shot rings out and I feel more pain. The sudden attack leaves me trembling and I fall to my knees. My time has run out and I want the good Sam to suffer the consequences of his brother's actions. I slip back and allow Sam to once again rise to the surface. I smile as I, his evil half, falls into the depths, imprisoned permanently in the mind, knowing that not only will I die but so will Sam.

A small laugh escapes Sam's mouth when once again he feels peace and freedom from being in control. Dean is running at him, followed closely by John and Bobby. I'm slipping from the pain and blood loss but it's a peaceful path I'm following. This confuses me, how could the path to hell be peaceful? I know that I am heading to the pit, after everything I did there is nowhere else I should be. Dean falls to his knees in front of me and grabs my shoulders. Giving him a smile, I nod at John and Bobby, quivering in pain and shock as the blood trickles down my chest seeping into my clothes. The fresh air is having trouble oxygenating my lungs as my heart stutters out of rhythm.

"Sam, tell me how to fix you."

"I've told you Dean, our bond can…save me."

"Dean, you and your brother share a bond through the blood of a Winchester."

"Dad give me your knife."

John gave Dean his knife while Dean mumbles about his plan working. I start slipping to the ground, but Bobby's caring hands catch me and help lay me on the ground. As before when I saw my brother and father again after so many years, I feel alive and happy. Now that I know my evil half can no longer surface, where the future takes me is no longer my concern. Whether I die or survive, I can be Sam Winchester once again. All the wrongs have been righted and the two great evils have been extinguished for forever. Distracted in my thoughts, I do not notice Dean cutting his palm with the knife, or the crimson blood dripping down. All I feel is his hand grabbing mine and making the same cut into my palm. Looking into each other's eyes, a strong wind begins to blow and dark clouds gather above us. All at once we grab each other's bleeding hands and fall into each other as an electric shock runs through us. Flashbacks of both of us treading through our hard lives run into my vision. Times when Dean stuck up and defended me from school bullies, walking home with me to our decrepit apartments or stingy motel rooms, helping each other heal after hunts gone wrong and stitching up the wounds both physically and mentally. Holidays along which were spent making me feel normal for a few hours of my life, fights between John and I that were broken up by Dean before things were said that could never be forgotten, Dad dying and leaving us to pick up the pieces to our broken family, and Dean telling me to remember what I was taught right before he was ripped apart by hell hounds, to be forever tortured in hell on my behalf. My eyes shot open noticing we are surrounded by a brilliant light and that time seems to be almost standing still.

Dean and I release from our embrace and look around. The air is still and everything is white. No sound or smells are present and our surroundings are like some void in time.

"Uhh Sam…where are we?"

"I'm not sure. It's almost like some gap in time."

"Well that's just great! Are we dead or something?"

"Not just yet Winchesters."


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