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Abomination
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Summary: Sam and Dean have always been freaks, Sam found out when he was twenty two just how much of a freak he was. It wasn't until the boys are trapped once again by the demon that they find out Dean's little secret that none of them knew about.
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em or the show but man… I wish I did.
Breathe… breathe… Okay, so I know it's not just me but seriously, I keep freaking about the season premiere!! I can't take it anymore! I want it now! They're cruel to keep us waiting!
Thank you everyone for reading and sticking with me, it means so much!
On the news front, I've started a few of those stories I mentioned and I'm hoping to get some more work done on them soon. I've also decided that Lucifer is gonna get a sequel, so that's one of the stories I'm gonna be working on. ;)
Anyway, who cares about that? It's update time! Hope you enjoy the chapter!
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Feel
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They arrived back at the Doc's pretty quickly and Dean clambered from the Impala, walking at a slow enough pace that Sam caught up to him without even trying. He felt Sam nudge him, knowing it was probably meant as a way to instigate conversation but Dean paid no heed. He was lost inside his own mind.
Demon blood? He took an unsteady breath, barely noticing that they were at the entrance to the lab already. His mom… Sam… him… No, it wasn't possible. He didn't know everything about his mom but surely he knew enough, the demon was lying… screwing with him. Trying to mess his mind up even more, make it vulnerable for whatever the demon had planned.
"Where the hell have you two been?" A voice rang out from behind the pair, bringing Dean away from his troubled thoughts for a moment as they span simultaneously to face Bobby emerging from around the back of his car and slamming the trunk lid closed. "Jesus Christ." He muttered, taking the boys in with his eyes before sighing deeply.
He didn't miss the subtle widening of Sam's eyes as the youngest tried to convey the need to speak in private, nor did he miss the way the gesture went completely unnoticed by Dean as the eldest seemed in a world of his own. One hand weaved behind his back just to make sure his gun was still there if needed whilst he held the flask of holy water he'd been retrieving from the trunk in the other.
"Dean decided to go for supplies." Sam answered, eyes falling on the flask and his body relaxed a little as he thought about the protection just in case the demon was about… or hitching a ride in his brother.
"You drop them in a vat of invisible ink or something?" Bobby quipped, earning a harsh roll of the eyes from Dean accompanied by a growl as the eldest turned away and held his finger on the buzzer for the intercom.
"Yeah, Dean didn't exactly get far… he was parked to the side of the road… which we're gonna talk about once we're inside." Sam explained, throwing the last comment at his brother in a warning tone, telling him that there would be no evading the impending interrogation.
"A deer or someone ran out in front of the car…" Dean muttered distractedly, releasing the button only to dig it in a couple of times before holding once more.
Sam's brows knitted together at Dean's wording, immediately picking up on the slip and a glance at Bobby told him he wasn't the only one, "Someone?"
"Wha?"
"You said someone."
"No I didn't." He denied, thankful when Tanya eventually opened the door to let them all in. He slipped past her and headed straight towards the office, his head spinning as his mind taunted him with the words 'demonic blood'. "I said something… right?" He muttered to himself, swallowing hard as he scrubbed a hand across his face.
He just needed to be alone… just needed to think and get his head screwed on straight before facing his brother and Bobby again. He could do that… All he had to do was convince himself that everything the demon had said was a lie. That wouldn't be hard to do… Demons lie all the time. They lie without even meaning to.
"I know demons lie, but do they ever tell the truth too?" Jo had once asked him.
"Yeah sometimes I guess… especially if they know it'll mess with your head." That had been his answer to her.
He cringed as he thought about it, trying to force the idea way back, trying to bury it deep inside his head so he would never have to think of it again… so Sam would never learn of it. But it wouldn't go, firmly planted there as the words continued to circle.
"Damn it." He swore, slamming the office door closed without looking behind him, too lost in thought that he probably didn't even notice the absence of footsteps anyway.
"It's not true…" He choked out quietly, voice broken and confused, "We're hunters… we're not the same as them."
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"What happened Sam?" Bobby asked as soon as they were back into the building, Tanya securing the door behind them. His eyes watched as Dean stalked off by himself, fingers subconsciously tightening around the flask.
Sam sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, "We were on the phone and it just went dead… he says the signal went…" He paused, glancing down the corridor, "But when I went to find him he was parked up… standing next to the Impala… staring out at the traffic."
"So you think the demon was there?"
"What else could it have been?"
"Maybe he really did lose the signal?" Tanya tried weakly, fidgeting with her card whilst she stood beside the two men. Demon… she really didn't like the sound of that word. It was just more imposing than vampire, or werewolf. It brought forth images of horns and red skin, talons and claws, imposing and frightening…
Sam shook his head; he wasn't naive enough to believe that was the case, "I wanna make sure he ain't possessed."
Bobby removed his cap with his free hand and ran a hand through his hair as he spoke. He understood Sam's need to know. "How?"
"The drink test'll do. I'll slip it in something cold and watch him take a swig…"
"You think that'll work with your demon?"
"Nope but I just… I gotta do something. 'Cause he's either possessed or he's hiding something… Why wouldn't he tell me if he saw the demon?"
Bobby snorted, handing the flask over and shaking his head, "You don't really think he's possessed do you? You just don't like the idea that he ain't telling you everything."
Sam chewed on his bottom lip as he took the flask but didn't answer. He tried to justify the use of holy water by telling himself that maybe it would affect the yellow eyed demon if he drank it, more than if he was just splashed with it. But he knew deep down inside that what Bobby said was true. He didn't think Dean was possessed but on some level, he'd prefer it to the thought of more secrets between the brothers.
"I've… I've got some whiskey in one of the back rooms." Tanya spoke up, turning to walk towards the room she spoke of, "It's not the best but you could slip some in that."
Sam nodded gratefully and followed her as she led the way, pulling out the whiskey and several glasses when they got there. She poured them each a drink and one for Dean, downing her own before pouring herself another and handing two glasses to Sam.
"Never thought you as the whiskey type." Bobby raised an eyebrow, taking a swig of his own drink.
"It's an acquired taste… as my Daddy used to say."
Sam took his and Dean's glasses, placing them down only long enough to pour a bit of holy water in each, just in case he mixed them up a long the way. He glanced back at the doc and Bobby, breathing deeply before leaving them to go see Dean. When he reached the office, he balanced the glasses and knocked on the door before opening it.
"Hey…" He announced his arrival, noting how Dean was sitting with his head resting in his hands and his elbows rested on his legs.
Dean looked up, distant eyes refocusing on Sam as he returned to the present. Sam held out a glass and he eyed it for a moment before reaching out and taking it. "We celebrating something?" He asked dryly, hitching his lip into a sardonic smile.
Sam didn't answer, just sat himself on the arm of the couch instead and stared down at his drink as Dean took a long drink of his, "Dean… what happened out there?"
He heard Dean sigh next to him and felt himself mimic the action. His brother played with the glass in his hands before standing up and moving over to the desk, leaning against it as if being seated so close to Sam was crowding him. "Sa-am… I know you're trying to help but… I just need to sort a few things out first."
He looked up to stare hard at Dean, anger flashing momentarily in his eyes as he thought about the last time they were in this room together and how Dean had told him about Becky being an angel and that he didn't regret making the deal if it meant saving Sam. And now Dean was hiding more.
"What things? What do you need to sort out?" He demanded.
"Drop it Sam."
"I need to know what happened Dean. If you don't tell me then you're putting us all in danger and that's not like you at all." Sam shrugged, glancing away for a second before adding, "So maybe you're not Dean… maybe you're the demon."
"What's that s'posed to mean?" Dean growled angrily, "You saying that because I'm not all care and share, asking 'how high' when you say 'jump', that I must be possessed?"
Sam shook his head, knowing it had been a low thing to say. He tried for a half smile and scoffed, "Well the holy water test failed."
Dean's face visibly paled and his grip loosened on the glass. Sam watched as it fell to the floor and shattered, Dean's eyes growing distant for mere moments before the sound of the glass crashing brought him back to the now.
"You put holy water in my drink?"
"I had to be sure…"
"By spiking my drink?" He spat the word out like venom, causing Sam to frown at the use of the term.
"Why should it bother you so much? You'd have done the same." Sam immediately jumped to his own defence, standing up so he was towering above his brother.
"You trust me so little that you put holy water in my drink?" Dean forced the words out, his voice strained as he spoke, body falling back against the desk for some well needed support. Dean gripped the edge of the desk hard with both hands as he tried to stop them shaking, he felt his face flush from embarrassment of having reacted the way he did but somewhere inside his mind, when Sam mentioned the holy water… he just expected pain to take a hold of him.
Of course there had been none. Just like every other time he'd come into contact with the stuff, unless it was being used to cleanse a supernatural wound that was… then it had a habit of hurting like a bitch.
Not demonic blood. He told himself unconvincingly, unable to look his brother in the eye but instead tracing the fragments of broken glass that littered the rug on the floor. He felt Sam's hand grip his upper arm gently, and he looked up into the confused puppy dog eyes, his own face a mixture of shock from the sudden contact and uncertainty as his heart pounded hard inside his chest.
"Dean… what's going on?"
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