CHAPTER ELEVEN: Leave The Past, In The Past
"Good going, letting yourself get captured like that. Rookie mistake if you ask me." Alastair quipped. He had shown up standing right in front of the Knight, arms crossed, after Sam had hauled Cas from the room.
"Nobody asked you." Dean spat. He thought that when he became a demon who wouldn't have to put up with this bullshit anymore. Guess not.
After a few loud words from the hallway that Dean couldn't quite make out, Sam returned angel-less.
Making his way over to his brother, the youngest Winchester stood in front of Dean, frowning slightly.
"Careful, your face will get stuck like that." The Knight commented, smirking.
Sam rolled his eyes.
"So what's your big plan here Sammy? Are you going to cure me? Torture me? All of the above?" Dean said, smugness in his voice.
"Not quite sure yet. Dad would've killed you if he was still kicking. Not sure how to hurt you since you're a knight. It might be a long few days for you." Sam said, shrugging casually.
Dean chuckled. "John's come close to killing me in the past. What's new?" He saw Sam flinch and a look of confusion cross his face. The youngest Winchester obviously hadn't known about his brother's past with his dad.
"Oh that's right, you were either locked in your room or off somewhere on your own when it happened." The Knight said, waiting for Sam to press.
The hunter knew it was a bad idea to ask what he was referring too, but he had to know. "What the fuck are you talking about?"
"Did you really think all those scars on my back came from hunting? Sammy I'm too good a hunter for that. Or those times when you came out of your room and my face was all bruised and puffy was from me falling into the table?" Dean stopped to scoff.
"You're lying. You're just trying to get to me."
"The worst beatings were every time you left. Like when you took off when you were thirteen, or when you left for two weeks to go on your own hunt. Oh, but the best one was when you left for Stanford. Hell, I'm surprised I didn't go into a coma after that one."
Sam shook his head, rubbing his eyes with one hand. "Shut up." There's no way Dad beat him when he was fucking 22 years old. Is there?
The youngest Winchester began doubting his initial beliefs. He always thought that his brother and father had a good relationship because Dean always did what he was asked. When he really thought about it, Sam could remember instances that the demon was talking about.
Dean raised an eyebrow. "Think about it Sammy. Am I lying? Looking back, you see the signs. You know I'm telling the truth. They were always you're fault too. 'Protect Sammy, look after your brother, keep him safe.'" The Knight rolled his eyes.
"Shut up." Sam said through clenched teeth.
"You were about as helpless as an armless bunny." Dean spat.
"I said shut up!"Without hesitation, Sam stepped forward and punched Dean right in the ribs. He let out a small gasp, but that was it.
"Those weren't my fault! You're just pissed off because you let Dad hit you when you were a fucking adult! You didn't have the guts to run away Dean! But I did. You have no right to hold that against me!" Sam then shoved the demon, causing his chair to fall over. Before he knew it, Dean's face was covered in blood and bruised from one punch after another from the hunter. What Sam didn't know was how his brother was still smiling, let alone laughing, when he finally stopped.
Dean's laughter echoed against the walls as Sam pulled the chair up, breathing hard.
"Whatever gets you through the night Sammy." Dean winked at his brother before Sam turned around and walked out of the room.
….
"You are such a dick." Alastair said with a fake disapproving tone. He shook his head and made a tsk tsk tsk noise. "Bit of a low blow to bring up your dad."
Dean shrugged casually smirking, obviously not regretting what he had done. "All part of the plan. Maybe I can break Sammy before he breaks me."
….
Dean was surprised when both Sam and Castiel walked back in the room about an hour later. He eyed the black case warily that Cas was holding.
"Aw Cas, you didn't have to get me anything." The demon wiggled his brows at the angel and then frowned. "And to think I didn't get you anything!"
"Do us all a favor, and shut up." Castiel said, he was starting to get fed up with Dean's snarky comments.
"Last time someone told me that, I ended up on the floor."
Setting the black case on the table near the shelves, Cas laid it open, revealing six blood-filled syringes.
"Dean let out a shaky laugh. "If you think that's going to work on me, you're crazy. You can't cure me. I'm not what you two have dealt with before."
Sam smiled slightly. He could hear the fear in his brother's voice and was hoping his humanity was coming back.
"We'll see Dean. We'll see." Castiel made his way over to the knight. "If the real you is in there, let him know I'm sorry." With that, he stuck the needle into his neck, and pressed on the plunger.
….
TBC
For those of you that read my last story, I'm going to bring back a theme I used. Mainly because I can't think of anything else creative for what I'll be using it for. But don't worry, it'll have different effects and different outcomes.
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