ULTIMATE DISCLAIMER IN PROFILE AND CHAPTER 1!

ULTIMATE WARNING IN PROFILE AND CHAPTER 1!

AU, OOC. Dark!Sam, gore.

Hey, guys!

I'm sorry for being so late with this chapter and that it's so short. I had a writer's block with this part and real life got in my way, chasing Sadie and Missy away. But now they're back, and they're planning a big(ish) bang!

WARNING: Sam is kind of a dick here, but he's gonna get what he deserves in the next chapter, I promise! Ooh, I wanted that to happen to Sam ever since Season 4, and now I'm gonna make it happen! YAY! I just hope it will be good... :( Nervous already!

Sorry for my rambling! Hope you'll like the new chapter! (Although, I know I can do better...)

Enjoy!

The next three days were pretty uneventful in the hospital. On the first night Sam's fever spiked again but not to such a dangerous level as before. This time Jade knew what was needed to be done to lower the young man's temperature, so Dean and Kyle could go home with a little relief in their hearts.

Sam spent most of his time in bed gazing out the window or sleeping. Most of the time he was accompanied by Jade, but Sam barely registered his presence. Dean and Kyle noticed the change in Sam's behavior, the coldness that settled onto him, and Jade's slowly diminishing enthusiasm thanks to Sam's treatment.

Finally, Dr. Jeffries deemed Sam healthy enough to go home and gave Jade the permission, as well. While Kyle helped Jade to get ready, Dean stayed with his brother. Sam's broken leg was in a walking cast now, but he got a pair of crutches to aid his steps. The young man was staring down at the floor, but Dean knew he wasn't seeing anything. Dean couldn't bring himself to speak when he took in the lost look in his brother's eyes.

When he finished tying the young man's boot and stood up in front of Sam, the younger Winchester slid onto the very edge of the bed and buried himself into Dean's arms. The man froze in shock, not being used to this reaction from his rebellious, grown-up sibling, but a small whimper startled him out of it. He wrapped his arms around Sam's shaking form as tightly as he could, closing his eyes at the realization how much suffering his little brother had gone through these past few days. He buried his fingers into Sam's chestnut-brown locks, mindful about the gauze on the young man's face, then caressed them tenderly, only as a parent, a mother can.

For his next stroke he moved his other hand on Sam's shoulder down the young man's back. One of Sam's hands fisted his shirt fearfully and his trembling strengthened. Dean tightened his hold on Sam's head, knowing his brother was afraid that he'll pull away and proving him wrong. He stroked Sam's back up and down a couple of times before returning it back around the young man's shoulders. Now he used his other hand to soothe Sam's troubles, combing his fingers through the brown locks. Slowly his brother's body unwound and leant against Dean heavily. Feeling a strong urge, Dean pressed a soft kiss onto the top of Sam's head, just above the gauze.

When Kyle opened the door to call for the brothers, he stopped in his tracks at the sight. He felt his heart break at the crushed pose of Sam, only held up and together by Dean's strength and will to survive. Kyle quietly stepped closer, fully aware of Jade's silent steps behind him. As he watched the brothers, the picture of a beautiful blond woman slid into Kyle's mind. He didn't have any trouble replacing Dean with Mary, comforting her son. It was such a bittersweet image…

Kyle stopped next to the Winchesters and laid a reassuring hand on Sam's shoulder, right next to Dean's hand, who smiled at him gratefully. Sam slowly pulled away, wiping at his uncovered cheek angrily and swiftly.

"You ready?" Dean asked softly, holding onto Sam's upper arms and shaking him lightly. Sam looked up and met with a blank expression on Jade's face. Jade lowered his gaze, but not before Sam recognized the hurt in it. As he looked him over, he saw Jade wearing jeans, a shirt and a jacket and – surprisingly – shoes. However, those dimmed in comparison to the pale, almost white face and the dark circles around the jade-green eyes.

Sam began pushing himself up, but the stiff cast tilted him out of his balance. Dean grabbed his arm to steady him and Sam carefully limped closer to the smaller boy. Pain shot up his thigh at every step, but he didn't let it show in more than a flinch. When he reached Jade, he grasped the thin arms and gently pulled the boy into a hug. Jade visibly tensed up and Dean was sure he wouldn't forgive Sam, but a minute later the small arms sneaked around Sam's torso. The two held each other silently, not noticing the small smiles on Dean and Kyle's faces or the ticking of a clock in the hallway, then as Jade pulled away, Sam leaned down to kiss him chastely. After they separated and Jade looked into Sam's eye, he nodded in sad acceptance.

Dean gave the crutches to Sam and the four of them could finally leave the room. Sam was a little unstable with the crutches, but he got it covered pretty quickly. Soon they were standing in the parking lot, Dean helping Sam into the backseat, where the young man could stretch his broken leg out. Jade took the seat next to him, while Kyle sat into the front passenger's seat. The Impala's engine purred to life then the car gracefully rolled out of the hospital's parking lot, heading back to Sioux Falls and Singer Salvage Yard.

Bobby walked out of the house, watching as the black Impala pulled up in front of it. He saw Dean get out of the front seat and help Sam out from the back, holding him up until a pair of crutches was handed to him. Sam quickly grabbed them out of his brother's hands, a defiant, cold glare in his eyes as he started towards the porch with wobbly steps. Bobby knew then that he must tread on eggshells around the hot-headed Winchester, if he wanted to stay alive and whole.

"Good to finally see you, Sam" Bobby said, when the young man stopped before him, struggling up the stairs. Sam sent a weak, but genuine smile to him, that little response softening up his cold features, but the moment the others, especially Jade, joined them, he rearranged his expression into cruel indifference. "Now, come on in!"

While Dean and Kyle took their bags upstairs, Sam parked himself onto the couch, head turned towards the window and away from the reality around him. Bobby noticed how far the young man's mind was – and how crushed Jade looked from the silent treatment. Bobby realized that something wasn't right and decided to mention that to Dean. His suspicion was confirmed, when Jade brought a glass of water to Sam, the hopeful look on his innocent face breaking Bobby's heart. The kitten just wanted to please the young man, to make him feel better. And how did Sam react? When Jade sat next to him, Sam stabbed him with such a death glare, Bobby was surprised the kitten was still alive.

That unfairness enraged the older man and when Dean stepped into the living room, he noticed the same fire stirring in the older Winchester's eyes. Yes, he definitely has to talk to Dean about all of this.

After the meal Bobby cooked for them was eaten, Jade volunteered silently to wash the dishes. Sam hobbled up to their room without a backwards glance. Bobby caught the look exchanged between Dean and Kyle at that, both of them barely keeping their anger bottled up, at least until Sam left the room. As Jade turned his back on them to start in on the chore, Bobby stood up and joined him to help in any way he could.

"I didn't want to believe it when Dean told me" he noted quietly. Jade looked up at him with a wan smile, but his eyes, which reminded him of the small black furball, showed the kitten's true feelings and the tears glittering in them. Bobby gave up at that point: he grabbed Jade's arm and pulled him into a hug. The poor thing didn't deserve the cruelty Sam dished out to him. The shivering and jerking of Harry's body made him angrier, though. Sam's gonna get a hell of a dressing down at this. One glance at Dean and Kyle made him more determined to shove Sam off his high horse. If he could do that with his father, he could make it happen with the younger Winchester boy, as well.

The kid will never know what hit him.

Silver moonlight fell through the window, lighting up one section of the room's floor. That tilted column of light was only broken by a tall figure, casting a long shadow onto the floor.

Sam was slowly and silently dressing up. He didn't really care what time it was, but the moon was high in the sky. It was late enough that the house was empty, all of its occupants having retreated into their respective rooms. The whole place was deprived of sound.

Finally, he thought irritated. A week passed since they arrived back to the salvage yard from the hospital and, to Sam's greatest annoyance, every single day everyone wanted to pamper him like he was some kind of an invalid. Maybe Bobby was the only one, who treated him somewhat like an adult, someone who was capable of decisions, but after a while, that hidden babying was starting to get on Sam's nerves.

As he buttoned up his shirt, his two injured fingers still a little stiff in their movements, his gaze landed on the small form in the bed. Hazel orbs darkened to brown, almost black, as they narrowed. He felt anger rise in him, anger towards his inability to protect Harry, to help his lover… Anger towards his brother, for raising false hope inside him… Anger towards Kyle for being sympathetic to him at every moment… Anger and resentment towards Jade for keeping his lover away from him… And guilt… That damned guilt for letting down one of the most important people in his life… No, not one: two… He snorted softly but scornfully. Story of his life. The track was playing over and over and over again…

Hardening his features, he finished buttoning his shirt up and got his jacket on. He couldn't let himself be swept away by his emotions. He couldn't let them fog the path to his goal. So, with a well-practiced mind trick he locked them away deep inside him… like the nights before. It took only three more days for him to heal, and most of his injuries were absent by now. He couldn't believe how clumsy he had been with the cast on his leg and the crutches and the next thing he knew he could run after a demon in full speed through a dark forest. Sam smiled smugly. Had the others seen him on those nights… they wouldn't baby him so much, even after he was perfectly okay again.

As he bent down to pick his bag up, which was filled with… 'instruments'… he needed during his trips, his hair fell into his face. Since the hunt, it had grown out some: they were long enough to cover his face like a thick curtain. As he straightened out, he brushed the hairs out of the uninjured half of his face. The thick locks were perfect for hiding the blisters on his face. They were the only injuries that hadn't healed during the week, only the redness of them disappearing. The only things that remained as a memory of that night… As proof of his failures…

Sam quickly dismissed the inward distractions and pulled the hood of his jacket up and deep into his eyes. The shadow it cast covered Sam's face completely, but his eyes were glinting in anger visibly through the darkness. With one last glance to the – pathetic, weak – form under the blanket, he snuck out of the room and the house. He had a bitch to hunt down.

Screams filled the abandoned building in the middle of a forest. The sounds were filled with horrendous and agonizing torture and pain. Inside the building, in the middle of the basement, a petite form of a young woman was jerking and convulsing, the screams leaving her mouth. Her long blond locks were spread out around her head, covered in blood. Her face had streaks of red slowly and continuously dripping out of her nose and mouth. Her limbs and the skin not covered by her top and mini-skirt were littered with variously deep and long cuts.

Suddenly the screams died down and the woman lay on the ground, just catching her breath and gasping in pain. Her raven black eyes snapped open as she heard a step next to her, and they landed on the looming shadow above him.

"Where is she?" the deep, dark voice asked for what must have been the hundredth time. She flinched at the flash of hazel-green in the middle of the darkened face, shielded by the hood.

"Go to Hell!" she spat out angrily, not letting the other win. The figure just chuckled smugly at her words.

"Not if I send you there first" came the deep voice again, filled with dark amusement.

"Then we'll meet again" she replied with a smirk. "And I'm gonna treat you like we treat our special guests. Believe me, what you're gonna get downstairs will be ten times worse than what she did to you… What she did to that whore of yours…"

Her words were cut off by another tortured scream, as she felt her insides twisting and her essence being mangled. The figure had a hand held above her, fingers in a fist so tight that it was shaking. After a long minute, the pain disappeared but the heavy weight of the figure landed on top of her, the same hand as before on her stomach.

"Where is Meg?" came the question again.

"Like I would tell you even if I wanted to" she answered. As soon as those words left her mouth, the hand on her stomach stabbed through the skin and flesh, grabbing the very essence of her. She screamed again, maybe louder than ever, just barely hearing the question again hissed into her ear:

"Where. Is. Meg?"

"I don't know!" she cried out, not able to bear the torture anymore. "I don't know, I swear! Please!" The hand was ripped out of her with a growl and the figure jumped up angrily. As the pacing steps filled the room, the attention directed elsewhere, she quickly gathered her strength and tackled her torturer, landing a powerful punch onto his face. The figure fell back, the woman barely keeping her balance. As her attacker sat up with a groan, she recognized the features on the revealed face.

"I should've known it's you, Winchester" she spat out enraged. "Does your big brother know what you're doing at nights? Or the little whore you're fucking?" Sam's expression turned into fury at the words. "Maybe I should go inform them."

No sooner she finished that sentence, Sam tackled her and used his magic to kill the demon. One final scream rang through the air of the basement, flooding outside through the walls, before ear-shatteringly deep silence took its place.

Sam slowly got to his feet, dusting himself off. He was furious: this was another dead end. And it was such a strong lead. One of the demons he found gave the location of this demon bitch. The demon had caved almost instantly; it must have been a newbie. Sam had let that one go, having a feeling that it won't cause any harm to others. And now here he was, without another clue where to find Meg. Maybe he could summon that demon and find another lead…

Until then, he decided to return back to the salvage yard. He couldn't care less if the host of that filth was dead or alive. He had only one goal: to kill the bitch that ruined his life.

Stepping out of the building, he waded through the forest. Coming across a little stream, he washed the blood off of his hands then continued his walk away from the building. After a safe distance, he apparated back to the yard. He was thankful, that his Apparition was barely audible, so he could sneak back to the house. Maybe sleep on the couch, or drink a bottle of Jack Daniels…

His thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a firm voice, anger barely concealed:

"And where have you been?"

TBC

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