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Both shows belong to the WB, which will soon be the CW. I only own the plot and the characters you don't recognize. Couldn't resist using a line from the Pilot.

Lana grunted as she tried to move away from the wall. A short, stocky man with glowing yellow eyes approachedthem.

"Dean, what's goin' on?" she wondered in fright.

"Sammy, Sammy, Sammy. Why'd you run away from me?" the man chided. Sam panted shakily.

"What do you want with me?" he asked.

"I told you, Sammy. I got plans for you. You and---" the demon started to say.

"All the children like me. Yeah, yeah. I heard this before," Sam interrupted. "Gotta say, you don't do your homework. If you had, you'd know that I'd never join you," he continued. Then, something in his chest tore, and he screamed.

"Sammy!" John shouted. Sam's Adam's apple wobbled. He was gonna die. And there was nothing he could do.

"Don't you see, Sammy? They can't help you. You belong to me," the demon sneered. With that, he began assaulting them from the inside. John and Dean screamed.

"NO!" Sam shouted.

"Dean!" Lana exclaimed. Dean grunted when he felt his freshly healed wounds being reopened. No. Not again, he thought painfully.

"Wait, wait, wait! Stop! Stop!" Sam cried. The demon turned to him.

"Yes?" he queried. Instantly, his father and brother knew what he was going to do. He was going to give in to the freak.

"Sam...don't," Dean warned.

"I'll---I'll go with you," Sam stated.

"Sammy, no," John protested. Is he crazy? He's just giving up, he thought angrily. That's not how he had trained his son.

"I'll go with you. Just don't hurt them," Sam implored.

"Hmm. Good boy, Sammy," the demon smirked. Instantly, everyone was released. Sam stepped towards the demon but Dean grabbed his arm.

"Sammy, don't," he warned.

"He killed Mom and Jess because of me. I'm not gonna kill you guys too," came the response. He shook his brother off and continued towards the man. Without warning, Dean pushed Sam out of the way and pointed the colt, which he had hidden in his back jeans pocket. Before the demon could react, the older brother fired a shot right into the man's heart. Lana's mouth dropped in shock as a spark of electricity exuded from the man who fell down dead.

"Wha--wha---" she gasped.

"Nothing takes my brother from me," he said coldly. Then, "Lana, you all right?" he asked.

"Yeah. I'm fine," she answered. "Dean, you just---I mean---he was---"

"Possessed by a demon. I just put him out of his misery," came the interruption.

"Sammy, you wanna explain what that was all about?" John demanded.

"I couldn't let him kill you. Not when Jess and Mom were taken because of me," Sam stated. Dean growled in frustration.

"Sammy, how many times do we have to tell you? What happened to them was not your fault," he snapped.

"You heard that freak. He had plans for me," the younger boy argued.

"As interesting as this argument is, I think we better hightail it," Lana reminded them.

"Yeah, she's right," Dean agreed. With that, the group walked to the truck and Impala. Then, they drove back into town. Meanwhile, at the Kent Farm, Martha had cornered Jonathan.

"Jonathan, are you going to explain to me who that man---Dean---is?" she queried. Her husband blew out a breath.

"It was a few nights after the prom when Jas---uh, Dean---called me and asked me to meet him. When I got to the arranged meeting spot, I saw that Lana was there too. Together, we asked him what was going on and he said that he needed us to help him fake his own death and that he needed to get rid of some demon that was going around masquerading as his mother," he told her.

"Whoa. Wow," she said.

"Yeah," he nodded. Back at the place that they had parked their cars, the Winchesters were saying good-bye to Lana.

"It was nice to meet you, Lana," Sam stated.

"Yeah. You too," Lana agreed.

"Stay safe," John advised.

"As safe as I can in Smallville," Lana promised. John gave her a confused look.

"Long story, Dad," Dean told him. John went to his truck and Sam went to the Impala.

"Do you have to go?" Lana asked.

"Yeah. Somethin' tells me it'd be for the best," Dean answered.

"Dean, I've missed you so much," Lana confessed.

"And I've missed you...more than you'll ever know. But there's always gonna be somethin' to hunt and I can't just ignore that," Dean responded.

"And I wouldn't want you to," Lana told him. "Just know that you'll always have a place to come back to," she continued, reaching up to touch his cheek.

"Definitely," he responded. He bent his head down and they kissed. Sam shifted in the passenger's seat. Dad had already left and now he was just waiting for Dean to finish up with his own good-bye. He watched as the kiss intensified. Then, he leaned over and pressed the car's horn. His brother pulled away.

"Keep your pants on!" he shouted. Then, to Lana, "I'll see ya."

"Hope so," she replied. He walked away. Once he was in the car, he put the keys in the ignition.

"Come on, Sammy. Let's get you back to Stanford," he stated.

"Sammy is a chubby twelve-year old. It's---" Sam's complaint was drowned out by classic road.

"Sorry. Can't hear ya. The music's too loud," Dean said. Chuckling and ignoring Sam's glare, Dean drove out of Smallville.

THE END