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Sam stared at Dean and John.

"Sam, is what my son says true?" John asked quietly.

"Yes," Sam answered. Oh, man. I can't believe this, he thought.

"Let me kill him," Dean said. His finger curled around the trigger of the gun in his hands. He'd take this demon-kid out right here and now.

"Dean, chill," John stated. He wasn't sure what exactly was going on, but knew that he and his son couldn't go off half-cocked. Not for something this important.

"Please. Let me explain," Sam implored.

"Explain what? That you're a no good demon-spawn who's been laughing at us behind our backs?" Dean snapped. He was sickened by the thought that he had befriended the son of the thing that had killed his mother.

"Dean, I thought I told you to chill," John scolded.

"Why should I? He's something that we hunt. We should just waste him right here and now," Dean retorted.

"Please. Just---just hear me out," Sam begged. He just---he had to make them listen. He had to make them understand.

"Go ahead," John told him.

"That thing---that took your mother, your wife. It's my father. He and my sister are pure evil," Sam said.

"And what makes you so different?" Dean spat out. I can't wait to hear this, he thought derisively.

"I honestly have no clue. Maybe---maybe Father did something to a human, I---I don't know. But I'm not like them. I---I could never kill. Two years ago, I packed a bag and left. And then Father came up with the perfect punishment for me," Sam told them, his voice breaking.

"Oh, yeah? And what was that?" Dean queried, somewhat mockingly. So far, he wasn't buying it. Anyone could make up a story like this. This kid was the son of a demon. Demons always lied.

"He killed Jessica. Pinned her to the ceiling," Sam answered emotionally. Dean's Adam's apple wobbled. He hadn't expected that. Would anyone make up something that heartwrenching? Would a demon?

"That was the fire, wasn't it, son?" John asked gently. Sam nodded.

"I barely made it out," he answered. "I...begged him to leave her alone. She had nothing to do with it. But he didn't listen. He just took her. He just took her," he continued in a whisper. Dean lowered the gun.

"I'm sorry. I had no idea," he apologized. Sam shrugged.

"Yeah, well. I was tryin' to hide my identity 'cuz I just wanted to be normal. You know, human," he said.

"What are you going to do, now?" Dean asked.

"I was hopin' I could join up with you guys and take my father down," Sam replied.

"Are you sure about this?" John gently questioned.

"He killed Jessica right in front of me. Believe me when I say I want Father dead," Sam responded. Dean blew out a breath. This poor kid. It had been bad enough when he had lost his mother when he was four-years old, but for Sam to actually know who the demon was, put up a fight against him, and fail, had to be really tough.

"Dad, what do you say?" he asked.

"Well, he came out of a burning building, he had a bad gash on his leg. You can't fake that. If he wants to join up with us, he's more than welcome," the older man stated. Sam blew out a breath, and looked at the two.

"I want in. I want to help. I want to take him down and out," he replied.

"And your sister?" the hunter's son asked.

"Her too. She helped. She enjoyed it. Just like he did," came the answer.

"Come on. Let's go," John said. As one, Dean and Sam fell behind the man and together, the three walked off.