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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.
Hey Y'all! Sorry for the late update. Things have been severely hectic and slightly overwhelming lately so I hope you forgive me. I'm not sure when I'll have another chapter out so I warn you now. Thank you for your encouragement and thank you so much for reading!
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The Four of us are Dying
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Demon blood… running through their veins… passing through their hearts… blackening their souls. No… it couldn't be true. Sam shook his head as he stared at the back of his brother's head. Demons lied. Demons liked to screw with your head. But the way Dean acted… like he believed it. More than anyone, more than anything, Sam trusted Dean. If Dean thought the yellow-eyed demon was telling the truth then Sam believed it too.
"You don't know?" Sam muttered, half repeating the elder Winchester's words. It was more of an acceptance than a question, just to try and wrap his head around what Dean had told him.
Demon blood…
"I…" Dean started softly and Sam saw him squirm like he always did when he was trying to think of the right thing to say. He turned his head to the side so he was looking at Sam with one eye and he continued, "I wasn't gonna keep it from you… I just… I wanted to figure it out before - I dunno, I just…"
Sam sighed and moved over to the sofa, dropping down onto it and leaning forwards, elbows on his knees. "I know." He answered, stopping his brother from going any further, "I know that Dean."
Dean didn't answer; instead he remained silent, eyes glancing down at the broken glass on the floor. Looking up, Sam watched him, wondering what was going on inside Dean's head, knowing that the best way he could sum everything up was simply to say they were screwed. As if growing up hunting the darkness wasn't bad enough, now they were told they might have some of it inside of them.
"What we gonna do Dean?"
"Nothing. We're just gonna keep on going and we're gonna kill that son of a bitch." Finally his eyes locked with Sam's, desperate but strong, "No one needs to know."
Nodding in agreement, Sam dropped his head into his hands, rubbing at the bridge of his nose, a headache building as his emotions threatened to overwhelm him.
"You okay Sam?"
"M'fine." He muttered, even as the headache spread from behind his eyes to his temple, with short shooting pains that irritated him more than anything. But they came faster each time, growing more and more intense that just rubbing the bridge of his nose or his temple wasn't enough to relieve the pain.
"Nah, that's my line Sammy…" Dean narrowed his eyes, dropping to his knees in front of Sam.
It was when Sam realised that the headache wasn't easing off that he worked out what it really was but by then the blinding light and images were already hitting him so hard that he nearly fell forwards towards the ground. He might have managed to call out to Dean but he wasn't sure, the vision taking him in completely.
He didn't recognise the place; all he knew was that the closest thing he'd seen to it was in the movies or on the news. It was dark, but not just because of the dying sun. The air was a turmoil of black and grey smoke, thicker in some areas than others but still just as ominous.
Someone cried out in pain and the vision focused on them, a hand wrapped tightly around their throat, only relenting enough for them to force their words out.
"You don't want to do this. This isn't you…" Bobby pleaded, the words broken and hurt.
But the hand tightened once more and the elder hunter struggled beneath it before finally falling still and slumping to the ground as the killer released him. But the killer's face remained completely blank, void of all emotion, resembling a mindless zombie with dark and empty eyes - so unlike the bright hazel green orbs he was used to seeing.
A soldier's empty shell. Merciless but obedient to the one who commanded it, the one he was protecting.
And that person stood behind the Dean that Sam couldn't bare to see, looming over him, watching him. They smiled and placed a hand on his shoulder.
"Wasn't so hard, was it Dean?" The stranger spoke, because he was a stranger… he was someone completely unrecognisable even though Sam knew exactly who he was.
He stared at the face just like he would stare at his own reflection, wondering what could have happened to make him so cold. But he already knew it would have something to do with the yellow eyed demon.
"Sam!" He heard his brother cry out but the vision Dean didn't even more.
Before he had a chance to realise what was happening, he was opening his eyes and waking from the vision. He only registered that he was lying on the floor when Dean helped him back onto the sofa, brow wrinkled with worry.
He hadn't meant to do it, but with his mind still reeling from the vision, he jerked away when Dean went to check his head. He was shaking, fear running through him at such a rate Sam faintly wondered if it was possible for his heart to explode from it. He didn't miss the flash of hurt on Dean's face, causing his stomach to drop and churn with guilt.
"What was it?" The eldest Winchester asked, ignoring the fact that Sam had just pulled away from him, his heart already hammering with the possibilities.
"I'm not sure." Sam breathed, wincing at the remaining headache pounding in his skull.
"Unless the rules have suddenly changed, I thought this was show and tell. So you wanna share with the rest of the class Sam?" Dean voiced, taking on a warning tone as he stared hard at Sam, "Now what did you see?"
Sam couldn't help but notice how his brother was deliberately not touching him, as if fearing Sam would pull away again. "How can we even be sure if it was real Dean? He could have planted the vision and manipulated it like he did before…"
"That bad, huh?" Dean sighed, dropping backwards so he was sitting fully on the floor in front of Sam, "Me or you?"
Surprised by the question, Sam couldn't help but frown, "What?"
"Simple question Sam. Who was it about? You only ever get like this if it's either me or you involved."
Was he that easy to read? Sam looked down, shrugging and hesitating before answering, "Both."
"Well that's a start…" Dean rolled his eyes, "Now do you wanna tell me more?"
"You killed Bobby." Sam finally admitted, refusing to look up, "And I think… I think I ordered you to do it…"
"What do you mean Sam? Why would I do that? Why would you…?"
"I don't know. But I'll give you two guesses who's behind it…"
Demon blood… Did they really have it running through their veins? Sam felt his chest tightening as he buried his face in his hands and concentrated on breathing. It wasn't fair… why them?
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