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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.
Update time! And a quicker than normal update :) Probably would have posted this last night but I was so knackered that I actually had a semi-early night - long long day. But on the plus side, I passed my driving test! WOO!
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Family Portrait
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Past
"Come on kiddo." Mary cooed softly, zipping up her son's jacket and grabbing his hand before setting off at a gentle pace.
"Ice-cream?" Dean asked; a smile planted firmly on his features as he fell into a 'step step quick step' beside his mom.
Mary shook her head in amusement and chuckled. It had quickly become their weekly ritual, settling down to some ice cream before running a few errands that needed taking care of. Even as the months turned cold, Dean remained just as excited about loading himself up with the rich creamy substance, choosing a different combination of flavours every week, "Yeah, we'll get some ice-cream first."
"Green and brown this week…" He said as he pulled a serious face, the expression in his eyes saying how he'd thought about the decision thoroughly as if it had been just as important as any other choice he'd had to make in his life.
"Sounds good to me."
She smiled and looked ahead whilst Dean's eyes wandered to the other side of the street, growing wide at the sight of multicoloured balloons tied up on a shop sign. Excitement stirred inside him as he watched them dancing on the gentle breeze, a shiny yellow one entrancing him.
It happened so quick that Mary was barely even prepared for it. Dean yelled something about balloons and his small hand slipped from hers so he could go racing off towards the thing that tempted him. She span on the spot, eyes landing on the green truck speeding down the road and headed straight for her son.
"DEAN!" She screamed, immediately rushing forward and dropping down around him protectively like a shield.
She heard the tyres screech to a halt behind them, heard metal crunching and glass breaking but all she cared about was protecting her son. A car door creaked open and she looked up, feeling a horrible dread inside of her as she noticed how the truck looked like it had smashed into an invisible wall. The man stared at his car in shock before looking towards the woman kneeling in front of it.
"Jesus Lady! What the hell did you do to my truck?"
She opened her mouth to speak, the words failing her. She hadn't meant to do anything like that… she hadn't meant for that to happen. She was just protecting her son… The man eyed her suspiciously and she squirmed under his scrutiny, pulling Dean into a tighter hug as if she feared he would look at her son the same way.
"I…" But still she couldn't speak, her mind aware on some level that at least the stranger in front of her was the only one around to see what had happened.
He laughed, eyes flashing yellow and her body froze, suddenly realising exactly who this person was. She pulled herself up, pushing Dean behind her and he obeyed quietly, probably too shaken to even realise what had happened.
"You stay away from Dean!" She warned the man in front of her, "I mean it!"
"Oh, Dean's of no interest to me. It's your other son I want."
"My other…" Her hand immediately flew to her abdomen, her face betraying her, "But how did you…"
She'd only just found out herself that she was pregnant, she hadn't even had the time to tell John… yet this thing in front of her knew?
"I can sense him… I can feel the power growing inside."
He took a step forward and she forced herself and Dean backwards, "You stay away from my family. You have no right… you hear me?! Stay away!"
The man shrugged and turned to leave, already knowing that when the time came, she wouldn't be able to stop him.
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Present
There were so many scattered all over. He'd found a deep pleasure in visiting them when they were just babies and he enjoyed watching them as they grew, thrived on their pain and anguish and in some, bloodlust.
Max Miller, the kid that got screwed over so badly he eventually used his powers against the people that treated him that way. But in the end, he took his own life… such a waste.
The Weam's kid had been fun to play with. He was part of a pair, something that the demon had been particularly intrigued about. So much potential… he could have been great, if his other half hadn't killed him first.
Andrew Gallagher, the other half… The same abilities but a completely different attitude. He obviously had it in him to kill but it was so much harder pushing the right buttons with that kid, damn noble streak.
Scott Carey was another one like that… he didn't want to hurt anybody. It just happened accidentally… Didn't stop him from trying to protect himself from the damn hunter that slashed him.
Little steps, that's all it took… using the right words, the right actions… enticing them. Ava was proof of that. She was so sweet that is was pretty sickening but she sharp changed her mind about things after her fiancé had been seen to.
And then there was Samuel Winchester. The one and only… If he had to choose a favourite, it would have been Sam. He was so powerful but didn't even realise what he capable of, he hadn't even tapped into nearly half of his powers yet… merely skimming the surface whenever his body and mind dived in times of need. And with all the training he'd had as a hunter, he'd make for the perfect general.
But in the past, there had always been one thing standing in the demon's way. Dean Winchester. The elder brother. But that had all changed now. Where as in the past, Dean had been a pest… a bug that got up in his face one too many times… now, now he was something that the demon could use, something that the demon wanted to use.
Sam and Dean Winchester. What a pair… hunters 'til the end, or so they believed. Both with their own unique abilities… both with their own little attributes that would come in handy… both with a little demon blood running through their veins.
And of course, that was all thanks to Mary. She'd been another… she'd been powerful like Sam, so much untapped power. But the demon hadn't been ready to use her generation the same way he wanted to use Sam's. All that power… wasted. Only maybe it wasn't… maybe she served her purpose after all, passing on her blood and his to both boys.
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"Dean, I need you to tell me the truth…" Sam paused to let the words sink in, letting go of his brother's arm and taking a step backwards, "Was it the demon?"
Sighing deeply, Dean scrubbed a hand across his face and forced himself to swallow the thick lump forming in his throat. He nodded his head before letting his small broken voice say "Yes."
"What did he do Dean?" Sam asked, breathless as he thought about the demon being out there and targeting his brother, doing and saying God knows what. And this whole time Dean was just going to keep it quiet…?
"He didn't do anything…" Dean looked up, "He just… tried to screw with my head." And man it worked… He thought offhandedly.
"How?" Sam demanded, "Talk to me Dean! Tell me how."
"He was… he was telling me about all the kids…"
"The psychic kids? Like me?"
He nodded reluctantly in reply, knowing that now he'd started to spill, he couldn't stop. Sam wasn't going to let him. His brother's determined gaze stayed on him, unwavering, eyes locked in position.
Sam stiffened up, his body turning rigid, "What did he say?"
"He said that you'll all turn into pumpkins at midnight." He half smiled, trying for a joke to lighten the heavy mood that had fallen so quickly but it only served to make him feel a little more empty inside as he thought how they were well passed jokes now.
"Dean." Sam warned, face dark and serious.
"Trust me, my version's better." Dean mumbled under his breath, going on to tell the truth before he bottled out of it, "The kids Sammy… he 'tainted' them with demon blood…His demon blood."
It sounded better than telling Sam that he made the kids actually drink the stuff. So he wasn't being completely honest... but wasn't it enough that he had to say it anyway?
"So I have demon blood inside of me?" Sam asked, carrying on before Dean even had a chance to answer, "And you were just planning on keeping this to yourself? You weren't gonna tell me? You had no right to try and keep it a secret… it's not your secret to keep!"
Dean smiled sardonically tilting his head to the side as he surveyed his brother, "Oh, I haven't even gotten to the fun bit yet."
"You gonna kill me?" Sam went on as if he hadn't even heard his brother speak, skin flushed with anger, "You've got a reason to… go on, carry out Dad's orders. I'm bound to go dark side if I have demon blood in me!"
"Shut up Sam…" He muttered dejectedly before staring hard at his brother and speaking again in an angrier tone, "Just shut up and let me finish."
Sam clenched his teeth and forced himself into stony silence, looking away from Dean's gaze.
"He said that…" Dean paused, taking a breath. He wasn't sure he could voice it out loud, it was hard enough having the demon's voice repeating it over and over in his head. He swallowed once more and closed his eyes briefly, "He said that mom was one of his kids… said she was like you."
"What are you saying Dean?" Sam asked, narrowing his eyes, "What does that mean?"
"I dunno Sam…" He pushed himself forward so he was no longer facing his brother, feeling his walls crumbling under the pressure of the new information, "But he said she got the same 'treatment'…"
Sam shook his head and went to grab his brother's arm but froze, his hand hovering in the air for a moment before he let it fall back to his side. The holy water… they way his brother reacted to it… His brows creased and he hung his head as he voiced his thoughts, "You think its inside us… you think his blood is inside us both… don't you?"
"I don't know what to think right now Sammy."
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