AN/ Hi. I'm so sorry how long it has been. I really am. I feel awful. When I feel another week has passed and I havn't updated I feel horrible. I'm so sorry. I really am. I wish I could update more.. just everything right now… isn't so great. I'm trying. I've been writing this since I updated last. I"msorry its been sooooo long. Please forgive me? I'm trying! Here to all you wonderful people who reviewed I promise I'll update sooner I promise!
Sam clutched his head as he heard Dean asking if he was okay. All he could do was wish that he was dead. Sam wished harder then he had ever wished for anything more that his brother had hit him a little harder or he had pressed a little harder on the knife. His head couldn't even start to understand what it really meant that his brother was possessed. And everything was going to get worse; he felt snit bits of what he was going to feel and it made him sick. He wasn't going to live through the next couple of day. He understood that much of the vision.
"Don't touch me" Sam yelled as his brother rubbed his back. He shunned away from him, his heart beating against his chest so hard that any moment it would explode. "Don't… Don't touch me" Sam kept backing away, off the bed and farther. He needed to get away from Dean. This wasn't his brother. Gulping Sam shook his head as he watched Dean's eyes flash red then back to brown. The demon was taking control.
"Come on Sam! I'm not gonna hurt you!" Dean cried as his brother refused his touch. His brother had always welcomed his touch, he made the tummy aches go away and his night mares seem so much farther away… yet now he was crying out as if he had burned him. He knew that he had hurt the kid, but he was his brother for Pete's sake! "Sam-my!" Dean laughed moving forward towards his brother slowly. "Come on Sam, just come back and lie down. You're going to pass out." He offered his had to Sam who shook his head.
"Get… get… get away from me!" Sam yelled backing farther away he was running out of room. His eyes scanned the room looking for some salt… or a gun. His mind flashed images of when he had pulled a gun on his brother before making him sway on his feet and hold his head to steady himself. His eyes were wide as he stared at Dean. "I didn't mean it Dean! I didn't mean any of it. Why can't you forgive me?" Sam was crying, shaking in fear and pain. "Please…" Sam begged moving farther away. His foot hit something and sent him crashing to the ground. He gasped in pain as the hit radiated up his spine. Sam blinked as his brother moved forward to help him. Sam, hurt as he was, quickly grabbed the can of salt that had tripped him, grasping a handful he threw it at his brother causing the older man a cry of pain as he stagger away from Sam His eyes flashing red.
"Did little Sammy figure it out?" Dean asked laughing slightly wiping at his face in pain. His eyes again flashing back and forth between red and brown as if something were fighting. Sam nodded his head slowly pulling out another hand full of salt throwing it again as he staggered to his feet. "What should we do about it?" Dean asked taking threatening steps towards the cowering Sam.
"Keep away from me!" Sam yelled throwing another hand full of salt. It wasn't working. When ever the salt was about to hit Dean his eyes flashed to brown and it didn't hurt him… he was letting Dean be in control so it wouldn't hurt him. Every time he did Dean tried to say something before the Demon took over again.
"Well that isn't going to work now is it Sammy?" Dean growled lunging forward before Sam could react knocking the boy to the ground as Dean pried the container away from his brother and sent flying it across the room. His hands wrapped around Sam's throat and he squeezed.
Sam struggled beneath him trying to get out, his eyes going wide when he realized that Dean wasn't going to let him go. His fighting started to slow down as his eyes focused on his brothers red eyes. Spots danced in front of him. And he thought he saw Dean crying but he wasn't sure because in a moment it was gone. Then it was there, and then it was gone again. Sam tried to bring in much needed air but it wouldn't come. His eyes blinking slowly closed. Darkness fell around the young hunter, just as his brother let go.
"Come on Sammy." Dean slapped the side of his brother's face waking the boy up. "Enough sleepy time Sam"
Sam blinked lifting his head up from his chest. Everywhere part of Sam's body hurt badly, as if he had been bulldozed over. He wished he hadn't woken up. He tried to move but found that he couldn't move. He fought against what ever was holding him before he looked at his arms; they were tied and tacked to the wall behind him. Dean had clearly been busy.
"Let me go!" Sam struggled against his restraints earning a hard smack to the face. Dean's face loomed in the haze of pain that clouded Sam's eyes, he tried to focus… he had to know if this was Dean talking or the demon. He wasn't sure how much of what Dean had done to him was the demon or his brother. The eyes were red, the demon was in control.
"Don't you want to play?" The older boy asked pacing around Sam. "I know you do." He punched Sam in the stomach laughing as the younger boy tried and failed to protect his mid section. "This is fun isn't it?" He asked punching the younger boy again. "We used to rough house all the time remember? You could never win. Kinda like this isn't it? You pined down by me… you were always weak Sammy. Week and worthless." Dean hissed. Sam glared up at him… and was shocked that his brother's eyes weren't red any more. Sam shook his head, thinking that is eyes were playing tricks on him, yet Dean's eyes were in fact brown. But the Demon? No…it wasn't true… god it wasn't true.. there was no demon… but there had to be!
"Dean… Dean don't do this please Dean don't." Sam gasped out resting his head against the wall believing that his brother would let him get away. A hand reached up and brushed his bangs aside before they roughly grasped his jaw tightly forcing eye contact.
"Look at my eyes Sammy… I'm your brother… Dean… And I'm choosing to do this to you." He growled landing hits at the younger boy before Sam could utter a word. "This is me Sammy… your big brother and you know what?" Dean again grasped Sam's jaw forcing the bleary eyed young man to look at him once again. "I hate you. You're worthless. You killed Mom." Sam tried to shake his head.
"No!" Sam cried, using what ever strength he could muster grasping the rope holding him he kicked out as hard as he could shoving Dean across the room. Un-successfully Sam tried to work out the knots of his binding but Dean got to him first shoving his shoulders into the wall behind him. Anger clearly written all over his face. Dean didn't say anything he pulled his knee up, causing Sam to cry out in pain his eyes filled with tears.
"Don't ever do that again." Dean growled backhanding Sam in the face growling viciously at him. "Look at my eyes. My eyes wouldn't lie Sam." Dean started to smile. "Remember when we were little… and I'd tell you something… and you'd ask me how would you know if it were true?" Sam nodded his head in recollection. "Remember what I'd say?" Sam nodded, "Tell me Sam what would I say?"
"If I can look into your eyes… I'd know if you were telling the truth… and that your eyes would always tell me if you were lying… that you were my brother and you wouldn't lie to me…" Sam whispered brokenly as he stared into the eyes of his brother… Sam stared hard into them before letting his gaze fall to the floor… his heart shredding in two, no demon had taken over his brother… this was really all Dean.
"Sammy… Sammy Sammy Sammy… this is payback for fucking trying to shoot me your own flesh and blood. But this wouldn't be the first time now would it Sammy?" Dean growled angrily pulling his hand back as if to hit the restrained man, laughing as Sam tried to jerk away in fear, power coursed through Dean. The fear was plainly written on the younger hunters face was power a thrill of adrenaline for Dean. "Come on Sammy. I thought you were stronger then that." Dean sighed the next few hours were going to be fun.
Dean picked up the knife that Sam had been using on him self and slowly brought it to Sam's right arm and made a cut. "This is what you do to yourself isn't it?' He made another cut, relishing the sound of his brother's whimper. "Yes... just a little at first." Another cut was made. "And then a little deeper." He added to the line getting deeper and deeper as he went. "And then, you get to this, he cut the bandage off of Sam's left arm making it start to bleed trailing down Sam's bare arm. He whimpered again trying not to cry.
"No. This is too good. This this I will do later." Dean smirked tossing the knife aside staring at his brother. "I want a little fight. I want to hear you beg for me to stop. I want to hear you say how it was your fault that they died." He untied Sam letting the boy crumple to the ground before he laid down on his bed and flicked on the TV lazily turning up the volume flipping channels before settling on an old war movie. He sat there for some time listening to the noise that the TV was making, and Sam's harsh gasps of air as his body wasn't used to having weight on his feet. A grin spread across the older hunters face. He would make sure his brother never thought he wasn't guilty for their deaths. He would make sure his brother hurt so badly… that he didn't need to kill him. He would kill himself.
As the first fist falls landed on the youngest Winchester someone awoke with a scream on their lips. A scream that was so filled with pity and anguish no one would be able to hear it. The only thought that came across the pain she felt was the need for help. A boy was going to die if they didn't help him. A boy was going to take their life… and that was not name of the game…