(WARNING! Supernatural style violence and other supernatural fun. Dialogue taken from the show is present! This * indicates dialogue identical or copied from the show! I DO NOT OWN SUPERNATURAL I MAKE NO PROFIT OFF THIS STORY!))

Chapter 21-

Yellow eyes stared at them, the figure swaddled in a dark smoke. As the smoke rose up, the being stepped forward. He grinned at the men. Each one locked in place by the brilliant glow of a predators eyes. Sam released his hold on Gordon Walker and stared at the man. He strode confidently across the dark earth. Each step was predatory. He was the ultimate Hunter.

"Don't you take another step." John snarled suddenly, raising his gun.

"John, you know that won't do anything to me. Don't try it." Yellow Eyes' gaze locked on Sam. "Oh look at you. All big and strong. I was so… furious with that demon who started all this. He messed up my plan. I had a grand plan. *But… Sammy, you are just perfect. You are big, strong. Well trained, thanks to your daddy. Sammy. You are my favorite.* I want to make sure you make it to the final show down."

Sam stared hard at the demon. Questions swirled in his mind. His internal struggle gripping him tightly.

"You killed my mom?" Sam whispered. "You fed me demon blood?"

Yellow Eyes huffed. "Well of course. She was in the way."

Suddenly a blurred form tackled the demon. John and Bobby shouted, " Dean!" as Dean roared.

"You goddamn son of a bitch! You ruined our lives!" the demon flicked his hand with a comically bored expression before Dean slammed back hard into the ground. He rolled and sprang to his feet, gripping his shoulder.

As the Yellow Eyed Demon turned his attention towards Dean, Sam took that opportunity to slam into the back of the demon. This time he demon actually stumbled forward. He hissed and with a loud crunch sent John, Bobby, Dean and Gordon into the ground, pinning them. They flailed and screamed in pain. Sam swung around and punched the demon who grinned. Before Sam knew it, he was in a vicious hand to hand battle with the demon. At least Sam thought it was vicious… have you ever seen a baby animal like a kitten or puppy attack their parent. This is how Sam felt. The Yellow Eyed Demon batted him around like he weighed nothing. The shit eating grin never left the demon's borrowed face. Yellow Eyes whapped Sam back and the tree Sam hit immediately began to topple over… right towards his family, twitching in pain, and trapped on the cold floor. Sam whipped around and with all his strength, mental and physical, he stopped the tree, it hovered in the air, spinning slowly. He caught it in his arms and lifted the giant tree, tossing it at the demon who roared with laughter. Again Sam charged, placing himself in front of the prone figures. He lunged and he and the demon exchanged punches and kicked. Sam would never say it out loud but it was actually really fun. The demon was a pro. He was much better than anyone Sam had ever fought before, including the times when John and Dean teamed up on him. This creature was fast, strong and seemed to sense all of Sam's attacks before they happened. Sam needed to get creative, so with a wince, Sam used his brand new physic power he didn't even understand yet. Tree limbs, rocks and the loose tree rose up around him and launched at the demon. The demon lifted a hand and they all crumpled into dust. Yellow Eyes began to applaud.

"Oh Sammy! This has been so fun! But I got to get going. I'll play with you again some other time. Ta-ta!" And with a blink he disappeared. Sam lifted his head and howled. His rage and pain building into a wolf's cry. He clenched his head where it thrummed with pain. His nose dripped hot blood down his lips.

"Sammy?" Dean's voice was soft, and breathy.

"Dean! Are you ok?" Sam dashed over to his kneeling brother. Bobby and John both sat against trees. Gordon was still laying down getting his bearings… but Sam did not notice his hand was inching towards John's dropped silver blade.

"We ain't the ones who just got thrown through a tree boy. Let us be concerned for you." Bobby spoke up, he groaned as he helped a panting John up.

" I'm fine. I think my elbow and shoulder got popped out of place but I'm good." Sam shrugged and looked at his family.

"I might have cracked some ribs but I'll be alright." Dean said next to Sam.

"Sam. We are going to have a long talk about running off again. But… good fight." John patted Sam's good shoulder and grinned.

"Let's go home." Sam said, a huge yawn spanning his face.

"Wait. What do we do with dumbass over here?" Bobby said, nudging a knocked out Gordon with his foot.

"Leave him. We don't kill humans. No matter how much they resemble monsters." Sam said. (And everyone in the audience says, bad idea Sam)

Together the family of four walked back towards Singers Salvage yard. They made the walk in silence and Sam trailed in the back. His eyes drooped and he yawned almost continuously. Dean yawned along with him. Who was about 2 feet ahead of him. A sudden sound startled Sam. A snapping twig? And suddenly screams pierced the air. His own voice and those of his family. Gun shots rang out but all Sam felt was pulsing pain, he couldn't feel his legs… he body was cold. He felt chilled….he could almost hear Dean speaking. He sounded so soothing. Like when Sam was scared of any new hunt they did when He first began hunting. He closed his eyes, letting the voice lull him to sleep.

"Whoa, whoa, Sam. SAM HEY! Come here let me look at you." Dean clutched Sam close to him, a hand going to touch the wound on Sam's back. Hot blood pooled between his fingers. Sam's head rolled against Dean. "Hey, look at me. It's not even that bad. It's not even that bad, alright? Sammy? Sam! Hey, listen to me, were gonna patch you up. Me, Dad and Bobby. You're gonna be good as new. I'm gonna take care of you. I'm gonna take care of you. I've got ya. That's my job, right? Watch out for my pain in the ass little brother? Sam? SAM! SAMMY!"

Sam's dull eyes slid closed and Sam slumps forward. His body going limp against Dean's.

"No, no, no, no. Oh God." Dean brushes his fingers through Sam's hair. "SAM!" *

Vaguely, Dean watches his father and Bobby come back into view. They approach quietly, and as John approached, his knees gave out and he screamed into the sky. Bobby felt a sob built in his chest and the air around them charged as a lightning strike hit a nearby tree. The world flashed gold and the sky opened up in a downpour.

"Sam!"

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