Warning: This chapter contains character death in a vision based off the first times Sam and Dean die in canon. This isn't actual death of the characters. This only serves as a way to forward the plot. I'm not a fan of main character death so I don't intent to actually kill one of them. And if I did I would bring them back very fast. Please enjoy the chapter. Also please review, feedback is very welcomed.
Chapter four
Dean woke the next morning to a pulsing headache. He sat up in bed rubbing his temples, his hand searching the bed for Sam. All it found were empty sheets. "Sammy…?" His voice was gravely, mouth dry. Foot steps could be heard approaching the bed just before new weight was added to the mattress. Sam placed a glass in his brothers hand. Dean opened his eyes, sunlight burning them. The contents of the glass made his stomach turn, two raw eggs, hot sauce and black pepper mixed in. "A Prairie Oyster? Fuck me." Dean tilted the glass up swallowing it down. Hand reaching for what he knew was next. Two Advil and hair of the dog. He popped the pills in his mouth, swallowing them down with a gulp of warm whiskey. "Thank you." He moved to stand stumbling out of bed still wearing his clothes from the day before, picking up his bag he made his way to the bathroom for a long hot shower.
When he came back into the room wearing clean clothes and feeling refreshed he found Sam sitting on the bed, head hung in shame, fear radiating from him. He wasn't alone, John Winchester sat at the small table at the front of the room. He dropped his bag running to his father pulling him into his arms. "Dad! We've been so worried. Where have you been?" John Winchester didn't embrace his son. "Sit down Dean. Sam has something to tell you." Dean moved to sit on the opposite bed from his brother. Looking to Sam for clarity. It was a moment before Sam spoke. "He knows Dean." Dean sat there waiting for more. "The day I left for Stanford….he saw us. Told me I needed to leave. That I wasn't his son anymore…I was sending you to hell."
Dean made eye contact with John as their fathers voice boomed into life. "You weren't supposed to get your brother you stupid boy. I thought I raised a good solider but you're just like your brother. Bad seed!" Dean clenched his fist in anger. "That's why you left me? Because of him?" John didn't give his youngest the chance to answer. "Damn it boy! I spent all that time out looking for the thing that killed your mother all I asked of you was to take care of Sammy. You repay me by letting your brother turn you into a pervert like him? I don't even want to know how long you two were doing this behind my back. Letting your baby brother rut under you like a bitch in heat. You're just as much to blame as he is. You knew better. All you had to do was be a good brother." Dean stood in anger. Fists clenched at his sides. "I had to be more than a brother! Thanks to you!" Dean was shouting at the top of his lungs. "I had to be a father because you were never there. A mother because he didn't have anybody to wipe his nose or kiss his scraped knees to make them feel better! And yeah dad….I had to be his lover…because you never kept us in the same school for more than a month. Sam never had any time to get a girlfriend. I was the only constant in his life and he in mine. So yeah we fell in love. And we fought it, for a long time. Because we didn't want to disappoint you." John stared at his oldest, jaw hung open in shock. "I died the day my brother walked out of my life. And now that he's back you won't take him from me again. This is who we are. If you don't like it you can leave." Sam looked up at Dean, shocked his brother was taking such a stand against John. For him…because he loved him. John tried to shift the blame. "You really think you've been helping anybody? While you've been here…fucking your brother I've found the thing that killed my Mary! A yellow eyed demon! Named Azazel! Mary would be so disappointed in what her boys have become." Sam stood up, practically screaming. "GET OUT!" John and Dean both stared at him. "I said get the fuck out. Never talk to my brother that way again, to either of us again!" John walked to the door, just before he slammed it shut his final words he'd ever speak to his sons were, "You're both dead to me." The boys stood in silence for what seemed like eternity. They moved at the same time, arms around each other in a tight hug. They embraced, neither one saying a word. Just helping the other through the emotions with touch.
It seemed like a lifetime before they separated. Dean moved about the room gathering their few belongings and packing them into their bags. A smile drifted across his face. "I think it's time to go home." He said as he threw both duffels over his shoulder. A warm feeling washed over Sam as he spoke. "Yeah…the old man's going to be happy to see us. It's been to long." They walked out of the room hand in hand.
The impala purred as it pulled into the drive way of Singer's salvage yard. Dean threw it in park in front of the house and both boys practically ran out of the car. They wrestled each other up the stairs as the door opened. An old man in a truckers hat stepped out, almost knocked down to the ground by the two sets of arms wrapping around him in a tight hug. The boys spoke in unison, "Bobby!". The old man chuckled a bit hugging back just as intensely. "Alright alright! What you two tryna do squeeze me to death?" the boys finally let go standing in front of Bobby, both smiling ear to ear. The old man rubbed the top of their heads, ruffling their hair. "Come on in we gotta catch up." The three of them entered the house Sam and Dean sitting on the couch as Bobby eased into his recliner. "So you boys here cause of the signs?" the brothers gave each other a curious glance. "What signs?" Dean asked. "Cattle massacres, natural disasters, crops dying all around town. Sounds to me like we got a demon problem." The boys sat up at attention. "Dad said the thing that killed mom was a demon." Said Dean. Bobby nodded his head. "Yeah he called me when he found out. Wouldn't say where he was but that the yellow eyed thing that got Mary was a demon named Azazel." If Bobby noticed the way Sam shifted uncomfortably at the mention of John he didn't let it show. "There's a local bar in town called 'The Full Moon.' It's usually a pretty quiet place for locals but lately it's been getting rowdy. You boys should check it out tonight." With that said Bobby went to the kitchen to make dinner as the boys brought their things in.
The ran up the stairs to the old room they used to share when they were kids. Bobby had kept it the same. Their toys, knives, and books were still where they had left them. They smirked at each other noticing that the queen sized bed they used to share was still the only one in the room. They shared a few secret kisses before heading back down stairs to join Bobby in the kitchen. The smell of food greeted them upon entering the room. They sat at the table watching the old man cook.
A middle aged man sat in a fancy chair located in a beautiful house just at the edge of town in Sioux Falls. His yellow eyes bore a vicious wicked gleam as a young woman with short blonde hair and a young man with brown hair pulled the demon named Danni into the room, kicking and screaming to kneel before him. Her new meat suit a beautiful red haired woman. His voice was tainted with malicious laughter as he spoke. "A little birdy tells me that you have been batting for the wrong team?" Danni's black eyes wore a look of fear. "Sir I've foreseen it. The boy isn't strong enough for the role you wish of him. The fates lay with the older Winchester." Azazel's yellow eyes shone brightly with anger. "Silence! Twenty two years ago I gave my blood to Sam Winchester. He is one of many that I have chosen to fight to become our King. He alone is the strongest of my prospects." His voice practically tasted of a sense of pride. "He has the most potential." Danni tired to break free in an attempt to make a run for it. The male demon holding her tightened his grip as the blonde woman shoved her face to the floor, pressing her boot into the back of Danni's neck. "Fuck you Meg!" she spat. Meg smiled an evil grin, tucking a lose strand of hair behind her ear.
Azazel sat quietly for a moment, seemingly in deep thought. "My affections might be altered. Tell me what you have forseen." He waved a hand at Meg, who reluctantly removed her foot to allow Danni to sit up. Her tone of voice was as if she spoke of a lover. "The third eye has gifted me with sight. I have seen him, the one named Dean. A righteous man tearing flesh from souls in the pit. I have seen him rise from the grave eyes black as night. I've seen him surrounded by our knights . They bow to him." Azazel stood, walked to her, placing a head on her head. She shot upright, facing the ceiling, eyes glowing yellow. Visions of the future played like a film before his eyes.
Dean sat in a decrepit old shack of a house. Sam's lifeless body before him placed lovingly on a filthy old mattress. Tears streaming down his eyes as he spoke softly to his brother. His voice cracked with an ache that reached the heart of the universe. "I had one job….and I screwed it up…and for that I'm sorry." He wiped the tears from his eyes. "Guess that's just what I do…I let Dad down…I let you down…how am I supposed to live with that? Live with out you…". The tears flowed more freely, his hands shaking. "What am I supposed to do Sammy?" He stood. His whole body shaking with rage and pain that needed to be released. He screamed at the top of his lungs. "WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO!"
The images seemed to jump farther into the future.
Dean covered the small box he placed into the earth with dirt as he stood in the middle of a crossroads. A gorgeous woman dressed in black with eyes as red as blood appeared before him, a crossroads demon. "Oh Dean it's so good to see you." She purred at him. His voice was deep, hatred laced the tip of his tongue. "My soul for Sammy's life. And in ten years you can collect. Sam gets to live a long normal life. That's the deal on the table. Take it or another demon will." She raised a brow at him. "You must be joking." He clenched his fist. "It's the same deal you give everybody else." "But why would I want to give you anything? You can keep your filthy soul it's tarnished. Ruined by your indulgence of your years in the sin of carnal knowledge of your brother." He gave her a look of pure disgust. "Five years or no deal." She turned to walk away from him. "Make sure you bury Sam before he starts to stink." He spun around facing her back. "Wait! What do I have to do?" She faced him once again. "Look I shouldn't be doing this but what can I say, I got a blind spot for you Dean. You get until sun rise. Sam gets a long normal life. What do you say?" Dean didn't even hesitate. He pressed his lips to hers, sealing the deal with a kiss. She broke away from his lips with a laugh of wicked delight. "Better run back to that brother of yours. Dawn comes in five hours."
The film like vision flashed forward again.
It had been only moments since Dean returned to the shack to find Sam alive. He sealed his arms around his little brother as if it were the last time he ever would. In haste he explained the deal he'd made for Sam's life. They made love one finale time. Slow and soft. Both with tears falling from their eyes onto each other as they tried to remember the feel of the other. An hour before dawn they sat on the ground in front of the impala. Clinging to one another for dear life. Sam sobbed out the words. "De no matter what it takes I'll get you back. I'll find a way." Dean pressed a hand to his brothers face. A warm smile on his lips. "Hey. You'll move on. Promise me. Get out of this life Sammy. Find a pretty girl and have pretty babies. Become a lawyer. Do all the things you've always wanted. All the things I've always kept you from having." Dean died in his brothers arms as the sun rose over the top of the trees. Sam and Bobby buried his body in the woods in Sioux falls. Until Sam could find a way to bring him back.
Azazel sneered as the film once again flashed forward.
Scenes of Sam trying to summon crossroads demons repeatedly to sell his own soul for Dean's but no-one showing. A year had passed. The ground above Dean's grave crumbled as hands reached up through the surface. He emerged covered in dirt. Eyes as black as night. The hordes of demons that surrounded the grave bowed to him chanting the words. "Rex Inferorum." Dean cracked his neck. His eyes searched the crowd as he boomed his first command. "Find Sam Winchester." Black smoke boomed from the mouths of the bodies around him flying off into the night in all directions.
The final vision came.
Dean stood in the middle of a grave yard. The gates to hell open behind him, demons flowing out to all corners of the country. He aimed an ancient looking colt at Azazel's head. Sam was on his knees, drinking blood from a cut in Dean's wrist. Sam seemed in pure ecstasy from the demon blood that flowed from his brother. "You and your fucking scum got my Sammy addicted to your shit blood while I was away taking over hell. For that there will be no mercy." Dean pulled the trigger, as the bullet entered Azazel's skull lightening seemed to flash inside his hosts body. His body fell to the floor, dead. Dean lowered the colt, pulling his wrist away from Sam's mouth, earning a whimper from his lover as the cut healed as soon as it left Sam's lips. "Shh baby boy. There's more where that came from. You're mine. Nothing will ever separate us again."
Azazel paced the room , anger on his face. His plans would go wrong. Sam was to lead the army of hell. Not the other one. He had to stop it. Change the future. If Dean became the king of hell he would stop at nothing until he had killed Azazel for what he had done to his brother. With a snap of his fingers Danni seemed to vomit out black smoke weakly. The essence of her demon form pouring into the floor which glowed red like the flames of hell. "Have fun back in the pit bitch." He kicked the body of the girl she possessed before another snap of his fingers caused the girl to explode. Splattering everyone in the room with her blood. "Meg you will go to the full moon bar tonight. Make sure that Sam continues to be tainted by his brother. We need his soul as full of sin as we can get it. He needs to indulge in his brother as much and as often as possible."
Dean leaned back against the walk of the bar, pool stick in hand, a satisfied smirk on his face. Sam sank the eight ball into the left corner pocket of the pool table just as he had called it. They'd won four games so far. Hustling some drunk guys out of around three hundred dollars. The guys they'd been playing paid up ending the night. The brothers placed their sticks on the rack walking over to the bar to order a couple beers. Dean slid a hundred bilk across the bar to the tender asking him to start a tab for them. The place was starting to get crowded so they needed to separate. Drawing attention to themselves wasn't good if they wanted to listen out for info on demons.
Dean crossed the room, walking up to a slutty looking brown haired girl. Sam watched him from the bar, he fidgeted with nervous jealousy. Dean winked at him when the girl wasn't looking, reassuring his Sammy who he belonged to. Sam sipped his beer while he pretended to watch the football game on the tv above the bar, listening to the conversations around him. Two girls at the bar were talking about keying the car of ones cheating boyfriend. Two men at the other end were talking about picking up said girls and taking them home. A young short blonde haired girl came to sit beside Sam. "How about buying a girl a drink?" she asked. "Can I get your name first?" he asked in return. She smiled at him as their eyes met. "I'm Meg."
Authors note: Rex Inferorum is latin for king of hell.