Dean wasn't moving, he was just staring at John and even with the black eyes anyone could make out the hatred in his eyes. Sam gritted his teeth and reached back behind him to grip at the wooden staircase, nails digging into it to try to steady himself.

Dean was trying to do the same, nails digging into his palm instead. Sam had broken all the runes and the protective circle so if Dean lost control of his powers, it would be very clear that he wasn't contained and it would be revealed that this might've been a trap.

Sam breathed out slowly, trying to keep his brother calm through their mental connection despite how he wanted to go in there and rip Winchesters spine out for saying anything like that.

Dean didn't say anything and it was making Winchester a lot more agitated. He took a step forward, closer to Dean.

"Where is Mary?" he repeated, his voice shaking in either fear or anger, Sam couldn't tell.

Maybe it was his imagination, or maybe it was coming from him, or from Dean strongly was the smell of sulfur that was filling the entire room and spreading throughout the house.

Unbidden her name made him remember. He remembered a flash of blonde hair, the same green eyes that Dean had filled with love and care. Arms holding him close and a hand stroking his hair.

He remembered holding onto her when Azazel had come to them, the tone in her voice letting him know that this might be a family member but he wasn't to be completely trusted.

The pride in her voice when she spoke to him about his training, watching him use his knife on the souls of hell, helping him to hold up food for the hellhounds.

Azazel being the one to tell them that-

"Where is Mary?" Winchester repeated, his voice getting louder and a bit more frantic. He came closer to Dean who just stood there unmoving, staring at him, not even blinking.

He knew that Dean was feeling the same things, remembering the same things that he was. Maybe he was even remembering before hell, Sam had seen bits and pieces of those times from Deans memories and he was always torn between enjoying them or hating them.

They were ready for a lot of things, torture, threats, exorcisms, something similar.

But they weren't nearly ready for this, they would never be ready for something like this. They haven't even spoke about it, never thought that this was something that...that…

Sam tightened his grip on the wood and tried to control himself, already feeling his own eyes flick to black.

"Where. Is. Mary?" Winchester demanded, eyes narrowing and gripping the Kurdish knife tighter. His entire body was shaking from his breaths and his voice was tight.

Dean suddenly shot forward, making everyone else move as well. He just barely stopped at the edges of the former protective circle, barely remembering that it was ruined and no longer working.

"Shut. Up." Dean said lowly, the black in his eyes cracking as the scent of sulfur increased. "Shut. The fuck. Up."

"Dean." Sam said, trying to keep his brother calm but at the same time...he wanted Dean to lose control. He wanted to lose control himself. He wanted to rush in there and rip them all apart, he wanted to destroy them. He wanted to reach deep into Winchesters chest and slowly, bit by bit, rip out his sorry excuse meat sack of a heart.

John had stepped back at the sudden movement but narrowed his eyes, leaning in towards him once more.

But he was also shaking Sam noted, his entire body was shaking despite how he tried to stay calm.

"Keep talking about her." Dean breathed out, black wisps appearing around him. "And I'll rip out your tongue."

"I have the right to know where she is." John told him. They were the same height and as such they were able to look eye to eye, hazel to black. "Where is she?"

"You don't have any rights." Dean snarled at him, straightening himself and trying to bring himself up as much as he could, black wisps and smoke curling around him. "You are nothing."

A pained look appeared on John's face and he deflated slightly. "I'm...I'm your father." he whispered.

That seemed to be the snap that broke the small string that held Dean back. Plan forgotten, everything no longer important. Those words seeped hard and fast enough straight into Deans heart that Sam choked on it. Dean didn't think, he just reacted.

He came forward, hand shooting up to grip at Johns throat hard enough for him to gasp out in both pain and surprise.

Dean had crossed over the protective line of the devil's trap, thereby letting them know that it was ineffective. John grabbed at Deans arm and dropped the Kurdish knife to the ground.

This time it was Sams turn to not think, he never could when it came to his brother and protecting him. He saw Singer grab the Kurdish knife and aim it right at Deans back and shot forward.

There was a million and one things he could've done. He could have used his powers to throw them to the side or break Singers arm. He could've pulled Dean away or shoved him to the side so that he couldn't get hurt.

But he was never able to think properly when it came to his brother. The last few minutes had been grating on his nerves in a way he'd never experienced, and he'd grown up in hell, he was thrown off his control, he needed his brother, and all he could see was a knife that could hurt him aiming right to his back.

Sam moved forward, pressing his body between Dean and Singer who was trying to stab him. He barely had a moment to feel Dean whirl around towards him, Singer definitely didn't have the time to realize that it was suddenly Sam in front of him and brought the knife down.

Straight and deep into Sam's chest.

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