Disclaimer: I do not receive any profit for my fanfictions, nor do I own Supernatural or Sam and Dean Winchester. Though I do own Anna... My bitchin wifey got turned into my bitchin character! ... Who everyone hates but her and myself, but still...
Title: Life Changes
Chapter Title: Chapter Seven
Set After: Fight For Survival (One Month Later)
Summary: Future Consequences/Fight For Survival/Life Changes Trilogy. Sam and Dean thought that Anna was out of their lives… Well, she's coming back in a big way.
Warnings: Typos, most likely… I type fast and don't look back… sorry!
"What?" Dean asked, walking around the corner. He then noticed a man standing in front of Sam, and he grabbed his gun.
"Not so fast," the man said, waving his hand. The gun flew out of Dean's hand and landed across the cave. Smirking slightly, he waved his hands again, and Dean was thrown against the wall, unable to move anything but his fingers and head. The supposed demon started walking towards him slowly.
"Leave him alone!" Sam yelled. "You don't want him! You want me!"
"He's standing in my way," the demon said, still walking towards Dean. "I can't allow that to happen."
"No!" Sam yelled. "You took my mother and the love of my life from me! And now you're threatening to take my son! Don't you dare take my brother, too!"
The demon faced Sam slowly, a smirk playing across his lips. "I'll make a deal with you. How is that?"
"Bad," Dean said, struggling to get himself free. "Sam, don't you dare make a deal with him."
Ignoring his brother, Sam thought for a moment. "What kind of deal?"
"Sam!" Dean yelled, obviously annoyed.
"You can either save your brother or your son," the demon said, walking over to Sam. "And, as soon as your son is born, I get you. If you choose your son over your brother, of course."
"Sammy, don't listen to him," Dean warned, his voice low.
"How could you ask me to choose between my brother and my son?" Sam asked quietly, shaking his head slightly at the demon.
"I'm evil, what can I say?" The demon smirked, shrugging slightly. "Listen, Sam, either you choose or they both die, along with you and Anna. So choose."
Dean looked over at Sam; even through the darkness he could tell that his brother was having a hard time with this decision. He sighed, looking at the demon. "Why can't you just have me and be happy with that? Huh? Why take Sam, too?"
The demon thought for a moment. "Because you're useless; you have no power." He smirked at Sam slightly. "I changed my mind; I'll let this one live no matter what. So it's either you or your son."
Sam nodded. "Fine. That I can work with."
"Sam!" Dean yelled quickly. "He hasn't even been born yet! Don't you dare say what I know you're about to!"
"Leave my son alone," Sam said, glaring at the demon. "You can't have him."
"So you choose yourself then?" the demon asked, raising his eyebrows slightly.
Sam nodded. "Yeah. Kill me, but don't touch my son."
"No, please, don't kill him," Dean said quickly, shaking his head. "Please."
"Why? He's done his part," the demon said, smirking slightly. He walked over to Dean, putting a finger below his chin, lifting up his head slightly. "You knew that death was after your brother, yes? It's thanks to me that he's lived this long." When Dean looked surprised, the demon chuckled slightly. "What, did you two think that you were just getting lucky this whole time? No, I needed him to help create the child I so desperately need. My wife foresaw his birth months before he was conceived, just as she foresaw Sam's. That's why she took over Anna's home; made it so her birth control didn't work that night... She's lucky we chose her."
"But I heard her --"
The demon chuckled evilly. "No. You heard my wife in possession of Anna's body. She waited until you were there to hear it, so you and your brother would fight... We couldn't very well have taken him under your watchful nose, now could we have?"
"Stop this crap talk," Sam said, glaring at him. "If you're going to kill me then do it."
"I'm afraid I can't," the demon said, sighing slightly. "His powers are linked to yours at the moment; if we kill you he doesn't get them. Until he does we have to keep you alive." He walked over to a table on the far side of the cave, picking up a knife. He walked over to Sam slowly, showing the knife to them in the darkness, the metal glistening off of unseen light. "But torture is always fun."
"Don't you dare touch him," Dean growled, glaring at the demon. The demon smirked over at Dean before sticking the blade in Sam's arm, causing him to cry out in pain. "Stop it, you bastard!"
"You know what? We don't need this negativity laying around uselessly," the demon said, walking over to Dean. Thinking for a moment, he smirked, before sticking the cool metal into Dean's stomache quickly.
"So you're making my son father two children?" John asked, sitting in a chair as Anna and Fate sat on a bed.
Anna narrowed her eyes at the man. "Look, to be honest, after what you did, I don't trust you very much. It's surprising that I'm even here. But if you try to hurt either of my children --"
"I wouldn't hurt a child," John said, standing up. "And Dean talked me out of helping Sam with his. So you have no reason to worry."
"Excuse me for having my doubts," Anna said, pulling Fate close. She covered her daughter's ears. "Bastard."
"So, you were sixteen when you had her?" John asked, quickly deciding that a change of subject was for the better.
Anna nodded slightly, looking down at Fate. "I did. I thought I was in love with someone a few years older than me, and he used that to his advantage... I then became pregnant and he actually left the state. My mother has been helping me since."
"Does Sam know?" John asked, crossing his arms.
Anna sighed, nodding. "He does. I told him before we... well, right before this little one was conceived," she said, placing a hand on her stomach. "He knows about Fate. Actually, he's been anxious to meet her."
"And he's agreed to father her?" John asked, not looking surprised at all.
Anna smiled slightly, nodding. "Yeah, he did. He's a great guy, Mr. Winchester. You did an amazing job."
John shook his head, sighing. He sat back down on the chair. "No, I didn't do anything; I was always away. Dean raised Sam. I didn't do much but feed him, clothe him and put a roof over his head."
Anna shook her head, smiling slightly. "But you did so much for than that, John. You did so much more than that."
"Dean!" Sam yelled, his eyes going wide. He struggled against the chain, yelling out in annoyance as he couldn't get himself free. "Leave him alone! He didn't do anything! Leave him alone!"
The demon took the blade out slowly, savoring the pained expression upon Dean's face. He turned to Sam slowly. "You know, I could do the same thing to you, then heal you right before you died... Slow agony until your son can hold onto his powers himself."
"Don't you dare touch him," Dean growled, taking in slight gasps as his blood started to flow. "I don't care what the hell you do to me, just don't touch my brother, you bastard."
"Dean, you just got stabbed. Shut up," Sam said, looking over at him. He sighed in desperation, looking back at the demon. His eyes were pleading, the demon's dark and taunting. "Please, please let him go. I'm begging. Let him go and let him get some help. Just... take me. Please. You can have me for my powers, I don't care. Just let my brother live. Please..."
The demon thought for a moment. "Dying in the name of love... a sacrifice... it does wonders for powerful humans like yourself... I guess I can let that happen." He turned back to Dean. "Say good bye to your brother."
Dean's eyes went wide. "No, no, keep me here."
"Sorry, but he's already made his choice... he's going to die to save his brother, his son and his girlfriend... three sacrifices in one, plus his powers. I would never pass up an opportunity like that." The demon smirked, waving his hand.
Fate screamed, jumping off of the bed. She ran ov
er to the bathroom and hid behind the door. Dean had just appeared on the floor of the motel, his stomache bleeding badly.
"Sam..." he whispered, shaking his head.
"Dean!" John quickly ran over to his oldest, picking him up off of the floor carefully before setting him down on the bed. "We need to get you to a hospital."
"No, no hospital," Dean said, shaking his head. He winced, putting a hand over his stomache. "We need to save Sammy... He wants to sacrifice himself so me, Anna and his son won't be killed... The demon says that it'll --"
"Increase his power," John said, nodding. "Dean, I promise you we'll save him, alright? But you need to get to a hospital."
"Not until I know he's okay," Dean said, shaking his head.
"Dean, it won't matter if he's okay or not unless you see a doctor," John said, helping his son off of the bed. "You'll be dead before he gets out of that dimension."
"I'll grab Fate and take him," Anna said, standing up. "You go save Sam."
The demon and his wife stood in front of Sam, looking him over. "Mm... he'll make a nice meal," the woman said, smirking evilly at her husband. "But, first, we should let Jessica see him."
"Why?" the demon asked, narrowing his eyes at her.
"Because she helped us with this... and I think he deserves to see his love at least one last time before he dies," the woman said, shrugging. She turned, looking around a dark corner. "Jessica!"
Suddenly Jessica slowly walked around the corner and over to them, flickering like a candle. She smiled slightly and walked up to Sam, putting a hand on his cheek. "Sam... You know I love you, right? I just... I couldn't handle the thought of someone else feeling how I do... of you loving another woman."
"I know," Sam whispered, nodding. "I love you, too, Jess."
Jessica smiled sadly. "I understand why you're doing this, and I respect that decision... You know, they had me under their pull... I would have never had tried to kill you."
"I know, Jess," Sam said, nodding. "I know you would never hurt me."
Jessica leaned forward, kissing Sam softly, before pulling away and looking into his eyes. "You're very brave."
"So are you," Sam said softly, looking back into her eyes.
"Alright, alright, that's enough," the woman said, grabbing Jessica and pulling her away from Sam. "You've said your goodbyes. Now it's time for my hunger to be relinquished."
The demon took his wife's hand in his own. "It's time," he said before sticking a hand in Sam's stomache. Sam yelled out in pain, and a blue glow started to surround him, slowly moving up the demon's arm, half of it stopping as it entered him, the other half stopping as it entered his wife.
"I told you he'd be a good meal," the woman said, throwing her had back satisfaction.
"Stop it!"