After watching Devil's Trap, I went back nad watched Shadow. That's when I got this idea. Dean would do a lot to save his family, right? But, sabotage? Is it possible that he let the demon live? Here's my view on it.
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or any of its characters. If I did, Dean would probably be in a psych ward right now :)
Sabotage
It had escaped, and I helped it.
Back in Chicago, when Sammy told me he was going to leave, head on back to school and that perfect life of his, I got scared. I can admit that now. I was terrified. I've never been able to deal with being alone, and that was a low blow.
If we'd taken out the demon that night, Sam would have been gone by morning. Good thing the son of a bitch didn't show up, then, huh? Dad showed up, though, and informed us that he was tracking it, finding a way to kill it. Great.
That was when the plan started to come together, when my brain suddenly went into overdrive without my knowledge or consent. I'd never want to hurt Sammy, never want to take anything he wanted form him, but I'm only human. I have wants of my own. Family is one of them.
So the plan began to come together, to fall into place, to just click in my head. Once the demon was gone, Sam would leave, dad would still be MIA, and I'd be all alone. What did that mean to me? Don't kill the demon, and you get to keep your family. Perfect. Just what I've always wanted.
It was hard, watching Sam and dad getting all worked up over finding the gun, finding the demon, and then having to ruin their vengeance for them. But it was worth it. Yeah, definitely worth it.
There was just one problem: demons can read minds. The Big Bad knew about my plan. Why it didn't spill its guts is beyond me, but I'm thankful for it just the same. Maybe that's why it attacked me with so little provocation. It didn't care about its kids, I know that for a fact.
I got it to attack me, shred my body apart from the inside-out. I begged for my father to save my pathetic life, and the demon let him come out for a while, just long enough for Sammy to grab the gun and shoot him through the leg.
I wouldn't let him put that final bullet through the thing that we'd hunted all of our lives, though. I couldn't let him end it, couldn't watch him leave again. It was easy to trick him. He thought I was begging for dad's life. I guess I kind of was.
The demon escaped. I let it. I helped it.
We headed to the hospital, together, as a family. We didn't make it quite the way we'd hoped to, though. I thought the demon would let us go, happy to be living for another day. I was wrong. It sent a semi after us.
So, that was my great plan. Keep Sam from killing the demon, keep my family around. Did it work? Of course, just not in the way I would have hoped. Dad's still here, in the hospital with us, in his own room, recovering from extensive injuries caused by the collision.
And Sam? Well, Sam's here with me, sitting in my room, all safe and warm, just staring at my comatose body. I'm sitting across from him, just watching, waiting, almost daring him to try and leave.
If he does try to get away, he won't get far. I have another plan. See, the way I figure it, if the demon could hop into someone else's body, why couldn't a ghost do the same?
That's pretty much it. What do you think? Please review!