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Some Dean torture and character death coming up.

Chapter 10

"So are you going?" Sam asked and Dean shrugged. If he didn't Dad would be pissed off but he didn't want to leave Sam in Forks alone. "Dean I'll be fine here alone." Sam shook his head. He'd managed on his own for several years after all.

"I know I just..." Dean sighed. "Fine, I'll go to keep him from tracking me down. Just try to stay out of trouble?"

"Shouldn't I be telling you that?" Sam teased and Dean rolled his eyes. Dean suddenly grinned and tackled him, Sam going over backwards with a yelp. Soon they were rolling around mock fighting and laughing.

Sue looked out into the yard and smiled at the sight of the brothers just goofing off. They were so serious most of the time that it was always good when they let loose and just played.

Dean parked beside his Dad's truck and took a deep breath. He could do this, he would not reveal that Sam was travelling with him again as it would raise too many questions. He just had to play it cool for a few days and then he could head back to the Res and the people he now considered family. Being with them had really pushed home the fact that John hadn't really been a 'Dad' to them since Mom had died. Biologically he was their Dad but emotionally that spot had been filled by Bobby on and off over the years and now Harry. He got out and grabbed his duffle that had been carefully repacked after he had removed anything that could show Sam was around. He knocked on the door and it opened seconds later to reveal John Winchester. "Dad."

"About time you got here." John growled as he ushered Dean inside.

"Where's the fire?" Dean grumbled as he dumped his bag. He glanced around the room and barely kept from frowning, something about this felt off. He sat on the second bag and crossed his arms, leaving his hand conveniently near his gun and knife. "Nothing for over a year and then suddenly you want to meet up so what the hell is going on?"

"Where's Sam?"

"College last I checked, you kicked him out remember?" Dean snapped, mental alarms blaring.

"Where is he Dean?" John growled out and Dean froze as his eyes flickered yellow. The demon suddenly smirked. "Oops, guess I let my temper get the best of me." He moved towards Dean who found himself unable to move. "Sammy's long gone from Stanford, but someone matching your description was there a few months ago. Then Dean Winchester all but vanishes, popping up here and there for a day or two and rumour has it with a partner. We can do this the easy way or the hard way kiddo. Where is Sam?"

"Never." Dean snarled and the demon laughed.

"I was hoping you'd say that." He drew one of John's knives and Dean swallowed. "Oh don't worry, this isn't for you." With that he reversed the blade and drove it into John's chest.

"NO!" Dean screamed in denial.

The demon laughed. "Goodbye to the great John Winchester." He moved to stand over Dean, leaning in. "Relax, this shouldn't hurt at all." Then his lips sealed over Dean's and Dean choked as something forced its way into his body. He found himself watching as John's body dropped to the floor and then he stood up except he hadn't done it! Dean panicked, he was possessed! The demon had now taken both his parents and was going to use him to do who knew what to innocent people and Sam. Dean struggled to focus on pushing down all memories of Sam, burying them as deep as he could. He would not lead this monster to Sammy.

Dean screamed mentally as he was forced to watch as his hands strangled the life from a teenager. No matter how much he fought there was nothing he could do to stop the demon from using his body to kill. He didn't know how many victims there had been, sometimes things just blurred together and it was hard to focus.

Azazel let a smirk grace Dean's lips. It was proving surprisingly easy to break dear Dean. Somehow he had managed to hide his memories of Sam away and nothing he had tried so far had revealed them so he had decided the easiest way was to break Dean's mind. Once that was done his defences would be gone and his memories free to access, if a jumbled mess. Then he could use Dean as bait for the real prize. If Sam was good he may even leave poor Dean alive for him.

Sam frowned and checked his phone again. It had been a month since Dean had left and no contact. That wasn't like Dean at all but he was hesitant to call in case John was around.

"Sam? What's wrong sweetie?" Sue asked as she sat beside him.

"Just worried about Dean, he should have called by now."

"Maybe they're really busy and he's not leaving Dean alone long enough to risk a call. I'm sure Dean's fine Sam." She assured him and he sighed but nodded before heading out to help the boys train. Sam Uley had been joined by Paul and there were signs of others on their way to changing.

Azazel laughed as he gutted the girl and felt Dean's mind snap. This was what he had been waiting nearly three months for. The boy had proven to be stronger than he had imagined but now there was no way to stop him learning what he wished. He dropped the dying girl to the floor and left the clean-up to the others while he retreated to his 'room' to relax and focus on Dean's memories. They swirled wildly around in no order, some fragmented totally. Azazel simply dove in, watching Dean's life pass by in random order. He was shocked and then enraged as he finally found a memory, one of Sam shifting from human to massive wolf. He hadn't known the Campbell's carried that blood! Now all his plans for the boy were in ruin and Dean was useless. He snarled and the rooms' contents went flying around in reaction to his rage.

Finally he calmed and began thinking this through rationally. The brothers were no longer useful to him and Lucifer but also to the feather dusters upstairs. Sam's wolf blood had destroyed the demonic blood he had introduced which meant he was no longer such a perfect vessel. And Dean would no longer be useful as a Righteous Man with his current condition and being dear Sammy's imprint. So did he simply kill the boys or…he smirked. Oh yes. That was perfect. He would tear them apart and cause them as much pain as possible. He summoned his daughter to him. "Find me a vampire, the red eyed variety, tell them that in exchange for a favour I will ensure their safety from the Volturi for eternity."

"Of course Father." She smiled and left to fulfil his orders. Oh yes, this was the perfect way to ensure poor Sammy's pain for the rest of his miserable life. After all being mated to the creature that is your natural enemy? And with Dean's mind the way it was the odds were if he was even sane when he woke he wouldn't remember Sam. Either that or he'd be totally insane, forcing Sam to end him to protect humanity.

Sam growled and paced, he had tried tracing Dean's phone and even sightings of the Impala but nothing. What scared him utterly though was the face that John Winchester had been found stabbed to death in a motel room in Boston, the exact place they were meant to meet up. He had to find Dean, he had tried following the pull of his imprint but something was blocking it. He knew Dean was alive but that was all. He'd left the Res weeks ago in order to try and find him but nothing so far.

TBC…