Destroyer of worlds~

Of all the terrible endings they'd imagined for Sam, this was the last thing. This was the worst thing. This was worse than the fear of putting an end to him.

They stealth snuck in expecting to meet a fierce fight. The Brits were waiting gathered around an altar. Sam was laying on it. He was comatose, a long white choir robe pulled over his clothes. His hands were folded around something, a burning branch it looked like. The fire was burning, blazing, smoking in his hands but he never stirred or let go of it as it burned him. Around him burned altars of candles and water bowls full of floating tea candles.

"Dean. Castiel. Lower your weapons. There will be no need for a struggle." Lady Bevell sounded cheerful and pleased.

"Maybe not, but we would like to kill you just to do it." Dean had his gun trained between Lady Bevell's eyes.

"Oh, I'm sure you would." Bevell came around the altar. She looked from Dean to Castiel and back at Dean.

"Mary won't be joining us then?"

Dean came at Bevell, but Castiel took his arm.

"What?" Dean growled annoyed that the seraph was so much stronger than he was. Cas was looking onward, face gone sheet white, in the direction of Sam's comatose body.

Dean reluctantly followed his gaze. Beside comatose Sam stood Sam as he'd looked just yesterday. Except that his nose was bleeding like it had done when he had psychic powers.

"A-Are you?" Dean couldn't say it.

"Dead? Oh, no, he's far worse than dead. Aren't you, Sam?" Lady Bevell came to what appeared to be this specter and took his chin. Sam tossed his head reeling away from her touch.

"What did you do to him?!" Dean shrieked. Cas was chewing his nails, eyes filling with tears. It was apparent that he already understood what had happened.

"I did what your mother asked. I cured him." Bevell smiled. Out from behind her stepped Yellow-Eyed Sam. Sam from Dean's worst nightmares. Sam who had drunk so much demon blood his teeth were perpetually stained a throbbing bold shade of black. Blood streamed down his chin.

"Wh-What?" Dean took two steps back.

"They are all me…" A child's voice. Dean turned to look at his brother at the age of 11. He was holding the white rabbit from Neverland. The clock hung around his neck.

"Then, they are also not me. Rather, they are puppets...Psychic projections, the collective conscious of one person spread across different life scenes..." Hell Sam stepped around the altar still scorched to his bones from time spent in Lucifer's Cage. Dean had never known this version of Sam but immediately guessed which one he was. He flinched and thought he might vomit.

"Which_Which one of you is the real...The real…?" Dean still could not say his brother's name. Hell Sam realized this now and smiled apologetically.

"That one," said Child Sam pointing to the one in the coma.

"Basically, he keeps us all conscious at once. It's his psychic power that's doing it." Joe-College Sam, the one who was 22 and full of life, spoke next. Dean looked at him with wide eyes. He had almost forgotten how innocent he really had looked back in those days. How those scruffy bangs threatened to make his eyes disappear.

"How, how are you sustaining this? Did you drink?" Castiel pointed at Yellow-Eyed Sam.

"Am I always the boy with the demon blood to you people? Are you going to put me down? Huh, Cassie?! Wanna put me down?! Want to try that?!" That version of Sam roared and hissed and his eyes rolled back turning from yellow to solid ebony. Dean flinched.

"Answer the question...Did you...Did you drink it?" Dean pointed to the puddles of demon blood on the floor.

"No...No, he didn't. We didn't." Present Day Sam stepped in front of the other illusions of himself. He reached and grabbed a previously unseen chain that was around Yellow-Eyed Sam's neck, hauling him to his knees as he growled and snapped like a dog.

"Down! Get down!" Sam hissed at the cursed version of himself. Who whined, and rolled over on his back and begged.

"Please, please don't hurt me, please they made me hungry...They poured it on me, boss! They dripped and dribbled it…Splashed it and bathed me in it...Please, Sam...Please, boss!"Yellow-Eyed Sam covered his eyes with his hands.

Present Day Sam made a sympathetic face. He knelt beside the crying, begging boy and laid a hand on his head.

"Please, boss, please…"Yellow-Eyed Sam shook big childlike tears in his Amarillo peepers.

"Okay, hey, take it easy. I'm not gonna hurt you and I won't let these other guys hurt you either. But you have to promise to get yourself under control or I'll let Hell-Sam do whatever he wants to so as to make you. What did I tell you before?" Present Day Sam swallowed.

"It doesn't control you...Y-you control it…" Yellow-Eyed Sam lay still.

"That's right. That's how it's gonna stay too. I don't blame you, but you are gonna keep a lid on it, or so help me, I'll let him off the hook." Sam nodded toward Hell Sam and snapped his fingers at Yellow-Eyed Sam and the demon boy nodded and kept his trap firmly shut.

Sam stood up, wary and sad, looking at Dean and Cas with the expression of a kicked puppy.

"You bitch…"Dean realized how Lady Bevell had done this listening to the cursed version of his little brother whimper and whine. Lady Bevell laughed.

"Your brother is amazingly resilient and carefully committed to sobriety. Yet, a combination of exposure to the former blood addiction and arcane hallucination magic...It... well it overpowered him. Tapped into his hidden reserves. It brought the psychic powers back from obstruction and split the man into pieces. Each one unique and uniquely insufferable, but tamed by the one comatose Sam. Cured, I'd say." Bevell folded her arms.

Dean shot her. She stared, mouth hanging open. The bullet had stopped on a bulletproof vest. The British Men of Letters swarmed the scene to take vengeance but Present Day Sam lifted his hand.

Dean stood jaw hanging open as Sam used his former powers to knock the Brits backward. They slid into the walls cracking them.

Yellow-Eyed Sam laughed and screamed and stretched and starting begging.

"Please, boss, please...They tempted me with it and now...I'm so hungry, I'm so hungry…"

"Be quiet, Yellow-Eyes. Look, don't make me throw you back in the basement." Sam snapped at his cursed self.

Hell-Sam stepped forward and collared Yellow-Eyed Sam.

"Remember what happened to us when we detoxed in Lucifer's Cage? Do you wanna hurt like that ever again?" Hell Sam gnashed his teeth as the cursed one whimpered and sobbed, shaking his head.

"Didn't think so. So shut _the_ Hell up!" Hell Sam threw Yellow-Eyed Sam across the church.

"Hey! Don't be so hard on him. He's always wanted to be normal." Child Sam rubbed the back of his head feeling real pain when the cursed incarnation made impact and passed out.

"You wanted him to stop his bitching, didn't you?! He's out for now. I see that as a win." Hell-Sam spat blood on the floor.

"Sam?…"Castiel was crying now bringing the attention of all the versions of Sam his way.

Dean was on his knees now, sobbing into his hands.

"Oh, no...Come on, guys...Please...Please don't cry…" Present Day Sam shook his head, green around the lips.

Child Sam went to Dean.

"Shh...Hey, buddy...Hey...It's...It's gonna be okay." Child Sam hugged Dean. Dean reached out and scooped the little guy hard to his chest, bawling against the little Carhatt hand-me-down and backpack he'd given him once long ago. Dean shivered at how real the child incarnation of his brother felt, down to the smell of Old Spice borrowed from Bobby to seem more mature.

Castiel went to Present Day Sam and took him by the shoulders.

"Tell me how to wake you up…"Castiel shook his head as the Sam in his arms hung his head. Hell-Sam stepped forward then.

"You can't...Or at least you won't. Humpty Dumpty's gotta figure out how to put his own head back together. That is if he can hold on to me at any given time…" Hell Sam snapped his neck hands catching fire.

Dean stood up with Child-Sam holding his shaking hand. Castiel shook his head.

"That can't be right…"Castiel gave Present Day Sam a little shake.

"No, he's right...We can't hold on to us very long at all." Child-Sam stepped away from Dean. Then all the Sam's flickered and disappeared leaving the groaning, bloodied Brits and the comatose body alone together in the room.