A/N: So, I'm pretty proud of myself for writing this during the first wave of evil!sam excitement around the conclusion of the second season, and now its all legit again =] Its really actually a snippit from a story I was working on about future evil!sam, but as you've probably gathered, I suck at dedicating myself to anything more than 500 words. But who knows, enough people like it, maybe maybe it will motivate me.

Disclaimer: Oh how I wished I owned the boys. The things I'd do to them...

Warnings: Not much actually... a bit of whump, oh and it's AU I suppose.

Chapter Ten: What Comes After

"You shouldn't have come." Sam growled and with a flick of his wrist, pinned Dean to the opposite wall.

"I shouldn't have done a lot of things." Dean replied, fighting against the invisible bonds. "How about you let me go, huh, little brother? We'll fight mano a mano, none of this demonic juice backing you up. It's just not a fair fight."

"I'm a demon, Dean. We don't do fair." Sam was in his face now, and Dean saw nothing familiar in those green eyes that once looked so much like home.

Dean smirked and turned his head to the side, a look of disgust masking his features. "Woo, you obviously don't do breath mints either."

Sam bit at the inside of his cheek, fighting the smile that was pulling at his mouth. "Still the same Dean… fighting with words. It's too bad they were never your strong point. You were always better at being the muscle, left the brains to me. You must be so lacking now that I've moved up in the world." Sam smirked. "Or down, I guess, depending on how you look at it."

Dean didn't answer him, he just stared into his little brother's eyes. "Let me go, Sam. We'll end this now."

"You know I could kill you, right?" Sam asked, holding the front of Dean's jacket, thumbing the familiar leather. "Without moving a muscle I could rip you apart."

"Of course I know what you can do, Sam. I just don't think you will." Dean explained. "You're afraid to know what comes after."

"You promised you'd kill me before it got to this." Sam whispered, and looked up from the worn jacket into his brother's eyes.

"No, Sam." Dean shook his head. "I promised I'd save you."

Sam grabbed his brother's shoulders and ripped him away from the wall and threw him across the room. Dean crashed hard against the wall, falling unmoving to the ground. With a cry of rage Sam pinned Dean to the ground, his hands wrapped around his brother's neck. "No! You promised you'd kill me!" Sam yelled. "You promised me, Dean!"

Dean smiled, his teeth a sickly red color his face was quickly trying to match. "Good thing I had my fingers crossed." He wheezed. "And you're not a monster yet, Sammy… I can still save you."

"You can't save everyone." Sam parroted the phrase they'd once exchanged what seemed like a lifetime ago.

"I'm gunna save you."

Sam let go and Dean jerked upwards, coughing as he choked on oxygen.

"It's me, or it's you, Dean. One of us is going to die tonight." Sam insisted. Dean shook his head, struggling to his feet, holding his ribs.

"It's not going to end like that." He coughed once and spit out a mouthful of blood, checking his mouth with his tongue for any missing teeth.

"You're right." Sam nodded. "It'll end with me."

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