"Okay, so basically what you are telling me is that you are a demon?"
"No, half. Not totally, only half of me is demon." Sam defended.
"And what half would that be? When were you planning on telling me this?" Dean asked frustrated.
"The dark side of me. The side that I haven't had to deal with since I met you." Sam confessed "Dean I was planning on telling you the night I told you all the other crap, but I, I guess I just chickened out. I'm sorry, I don't expect you to ever look at me the same. I..."
"Sam, just shut up." Dean spoke as he got up.
"Where are you going?" Sam panicked.
"Pack. I need some space Sam. I'll be back in a few days."
"No. Please don't go. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you. Dean, I thought I was protecting you." Sam spilled, tears pooling from his eyes.
"Sam, before I met you the only thing I knew was hunting. Hunting demons, spirits, vampires, werewolves. So do not stand there a tell me you were protecting me. You knew if I knew what you really were I wouldn't hesitate. So you decide to wait to tell me, wait till I knew you a little better. Waited 'till I loved you, cause then you knew I couldn't kill you, but just walk away from you." Dean raged, getting up in Sam's face. "That's why you waited isn't it Sammy. You waited so you could live a few more decades, fuck some other people while you're at it. Cause write now, as far as I'm concerned we're over, done."
"No, don't say that please. You don't mean that." Sam was breaking down.
"Yes Sam I do mean that. I will always love you, hell you're my little brother. But I can never share my bed with a demon. I can never make sweet, slow, passionate love to one, nore could I have scream-bloody-murder raw, hardcore sex with one. Please Sam just go." Dean dead panned. He then turned to walk up the stairs to there bedroom, where he packed a few things. By the time Dean came back Sam was gone, or at least he thought he was gone.
"You shouldn't have said those hurtful things Dean-o. I mean you really hurt Sammy's feelings." Demon-Sam spoke throwing a knife, pinning Dean to the wall.
"What have you done with Sam?"
"I am right here Dean-o." Demon-Sam paused "My, my where are my manners? See Dean-o if you haven't figured out by now I'm Sammy's split personality. Or the demon possessing it anyway. I was created when Joe started to abuse pour helpless little Sammy. Then one day on a job gone bad this part of Sam was possessed. And know Dean with you're lovely help I am now free, because you have complete broken Sammy beyond repair."
"Fuck you!" Dean spat.
"Maybe some other time. Oh now wait there won't be any other times. You really should have listen to Sammy when he told you he was protecting, because now that you have chosen to be so stupid, you set me free. And know that I'm free, I can do whatever the fuck I like. And you really pissed my off just like Joanna? No Jodie, that was her name. Just like that stupid girl, I'm going to kill you!" Demon-Sam laughed.
"Sam could never hurt me. He would never let you hurt me!" Dean argued
"But Dean, Sammy's dead. And he's never coming back. No matter how hard you plead, nore how loud you scream. You killed him, you broke him. You shattered him, and for that I'm truly grateful. But like I said I'm going to kill you, quickly. As pay-back and all." Demon-Sam spoke as he rummaged through some more cupboards.
"See that's where you're wrong. No matter how angry I get I know that Sammy is still there. See if Sammy were dead, as you clame he is, I would now. I would feel down in the pit of my stomach. Me and Sammy we have a stronger love than freaking God. And I know that Sammy can hear me, and if he can't I'll tell him more and more, I'll keep telling him till my lips are blister and cracked, till my teeth are gone, and I'm laid to rest. But even then I will never stop loving him. I will always love him, you hear that Sammy. Don't let this freak show control you. Because I swear when we get out of this we're are gonna have that scream-bloody-murder raw, hardcore sex I mentioned earlier. I love you Sammy and nothing going to change that."
"God are you..." Demon-Sam started but was cut of.
"Get the fuck out of me you evil piece of crap!" Sammy commanded.
"That's my boy. Cast the motherfucker back to stone age!" Dean rooted on, as he tried to rip the knife out of his jacket.
Sam collapsed on the floor as the room flooded with light.
"Sammy..." Dean pleaded.
"I'm sorry. I'm so so so very sorry." Sammy sobbed.
"Hey, Sammy." Dean paused as he finally freed himself from the wall."Look at me. I'm the one who should apologize. I didn't mean anything that I said. I just wanted you to know how betrayed I felt. I t hurt that you couldn't trust me something that important."
"Just don't go. Please, if you go he'll come back. I don't think I could handle it if he did." Sam pleaded.
"Didn't you hear me. I told you I'm not going anywhere. Now I'm making good on that promise, so get that hot ass up stairs. And you better be nude by the time I get up there." Dean spoke as he helped Sam to his feet.
"What are gonna do?"
"Find some handcuffs!"
Okay I'm not sure if I should end it there or keep going with it. What do ya'll think?