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Chapter 5- Rule #1

Sam awoke to a warm body laying atop his. Ruby was straddled on his hips, a lazy grin upon her lips. But that wasn't what woke him. A soft voice sung in his mind. The words unlike anything he ever heard before. The deep, soft voice made him shiver, and goosebumps appeared along his skin. And as soon as it came, it faded out, the last words ringing in his ears. "Sam Winchester."

The voice knew him. How? And where had he heard that voice before? He yawned wide, his jaws snapping together. Ruby was tugging his hair but his thoughts stayed on that gentle voice. Her teeth against his throat made him snarl at her.

"Stop, Ruby!" Sam snapped, his teeth barred. Ruby sat up, looking at him puzzled.

"What's the matter?" Ruby asked, her hair tickled his face when she leaned towards him.

"I… I'm hearing a voice." Sam offered, not sure if he was going crazy.

Ruby's face scrunched up. "What kind of voice?"

"It's soft, low. Very quiet." Sam described.

Ruby showed no recognition. "Oh. Well… maybe you are crazy." She cackled and stood. Sam grinned, standing up with her, with a teasing maniacal laugh, he pounced at her.

Dean was furious when Sam finally came home. It was late in the evening and Dean had been going crazy with worry. "Where have you been?"

Sam looked startled, his eyebrows raised. "I was with Ruby."

Dean huffed loud, "Why?"

"Why? Oh, come on! You aren't my mom, Dean!" Sam snarled.

Dean gave a mirthless laugh. "No I'm not. Because our mom was killed… by a DEMON! I'm as close to a mom that you got!"

Sam scoffed. "Ruby is different, Dean!"

"Bullshit! She's using you!" Dean shouted back. The door to Bobby's house opened and their father stepped out, followed closely by Bobby.

Sam whipped away from them and faced off against Dean. "She's not using Me! If anything, I'm using her."

"Right… because you can control her?" Dean asked.

"I sure can!" Sam snapped.

Dean scoffed and opened his mouth to speak when John stepped in. " Enough! Dean, come with me. Sam, stay with Bobby."

Sam growled, his eyes flashing silver, red, black, yellow and finally changing back to his hazel. "Don't growl at me, Sam."

"Come on, inside." Bobby beckoned for Sam, who followed Bobby inside.

John turned to Dean. "Lets go for a ride."

The older Winchesters stepped into the Impala and took off, tearing the ground up as they went. John cranked the wheel, letting the car roar under his feet. They sat in silence for several minutes before John pulled off the road. They were in a small abandoned parking lot. John clicked Baby off and slid out of the car. Dean followed, looking confused.

"You see it… don't you, Dean?" John spoke up quietly. Dean swallowed, trying to not let his heart sink. He hoped his father wasn't saying what he thought.

"Do I see what?" Dean asked, clearing his gruff throat.

"Do you see what your brother is becoming? I… I think it's time." John's voice was deep and grim.

"What? Time for what?" Dean's heart was pounding, his hands going clammy.

"I think it's time to put Sam down." John stepped back, preparing for a blow that didn't come.

Dean felt like his heart had stopped. He must have been plunged into ice water. He must have… because he couldn't feel his fingers and toes. The rest of him prickled painfully, daggers drive into his chest. His eyes and his lungs burned hot, the pain building.

"Why? Why would you say that?" Dean choked out. John was looking as pained as he did. Dean felt the first lap of rage like waves against the sand. "Put him down? Like a dog?"

"You know what I mean, Dean… I've got… I…" John cleared his throat, tears spilling from his eyes. "I've got a poison. It'll be quick… painless… he'll… god, he'll go to sleep and that'll be the end of it."

Dean's knees gave out, black spots danced in his vision. John was at his side, pulling him close. His heart felt like it was starting up again, pulsing with hot rage.

"No." Dean's voice was clear and loud. John sighed.

"Dean… it'll be better than this life he is living. What he is becoming. What he already is…" John tried to not let Dean see his resolve crumbling.

"I won't kill my brother. End of story. Never happening." Dean demanded.

John sighed before reaching into his pocket. He withdrew a tiny vial, only about the length of the second joint in Dean's pinky finger. The vial itself wasn't glass, it was a solid diamond, with a hole drilled into the center. The liquid inside was a creamy lilac color, the liquid didn't slosh, but instead it slid thickly along the edge. John held it out, his hand shaking.

"Take this… and keep it. One day, you may use it. Don't show anyone. This is venom of a basilisk, it shuts down the organs in minutes. It has a sedation quality to it. Fresh blood of a weasel is the anti-venom but you have mere seconds to inject it straight through to the heart to counter it." John was speaking with an urgency that Dean hadn't heard in a while. "One day… if Sam goes dark… use it. I leave it to you, so you can decide. Use it before it's too late. You are the last person Sam would hurt. So if he does… you'll know it's time."

Dean took the vial, the sharp corners, cutting into his fingers. Dean nodded, swallowing heavily. "I'll do it…"

John sighed, looking oddly relieved. Dean smirked. "Maybe one day… but today. I'll follow rule #1. Right dad? Most importantly?"

John huffed a laugh. "Most importantly… watch out for Sammy."

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