Ch:3 The blood's on your hands

Summary: After Sam learns he killed his dad, he goes a little crazy. Deena and Dean

aren't that much help at keeping him sane.

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"That was the sweetest kill I ever saw you do Sam."

"No, I don't believe it." Sam began to pull at his hair trying to remember if he

actually killed his father.

"The old bastard put up a fight. He gave me a good punch. I broke his arms so he

couldn't punch or even lift up a finger without waves a pain hitting him.

"Why?" Sam asked.

"He must've gotten a good hit on you too."

"Hey babe, go show him what went down." Deena walk over to where Sam was and planted

her lips on his.

John Winchester was laying on the ground, both of his arms were at odd angles. His face was

twisted in pain.

"Dad, don't fight us. It'll only make it more painful." Dean said as he wiped blood from his chin.

Deena crawled over to John on her knees and grabbed a handful of his hair.

"Do it Sammy. It's so sexy when you kill." Said Deena as John tried to pull away from her.

Sam came from the shadows, gave Dean a evil smile, and stood in front of his father.

"Dad, I never seen you so vulnerable. It's pathetic!" Spat Sam.

"Here Sam, catch." Dean threw Sam a box cutter. Sam kneeled down in front of his father's

face.

"Goodbye ol' John." With two quick strikes Sam slashed his father's throat. Blood was

splattered on his face and hands. Deena drop the hold she had on John and leaned in to

kiss Sam and taste the blood from John.

Sam was brought back to reality or what seemed like it when Deena stopped kissing him.

"See man?" asked Dean.

"I saw." Sam looked down at his hands they really were covered in blood.

Then Sam grabbed Deena by her hair and forced a kiss on her.

Deena pulled away, she had a wild look in her eyes. "Now that's the Sam Winchester

I'm talking about."

Back at the hospital Sam had been resting comfortably. "I saw." mumbled Sam.

"Sam, are you awake?" asked Dean. But Sam wasn't awake he was just talking in his sleep.

That was uncommon, Sam never spoke in his sleep. Sam had a satisfied expression on his

face. "Wipe that look off your face Sam, something ain't right."