CHAPTER SIXTEEN: Changing Teams

Castiel could hear Sam cough awkwardly before he looked to his brother for direction. "Where to?"

The angel shivered as chills ran down his spine at the sound of Dean's voice. "We give Meg a nice, warm welcome." It was so wicked and full of a lust for power Castiel almost couldn't believe it was really Dean. Almost.

Cas stepped out from the shadows of the dumpster once he heard the familiar gust of wind signaling someone vanishing, Meg appearing behind him shortly after.

The angel felt absolutely hopeless as he sighed heavily. "I told you, Meg. He doesn't trust you."

The brunette's eyes searched the angel's for any trace of faith. Finding none, Meg frowned deeply. "Well it's a good thing I have plan B."

…

Dean was sitting in Crowley's old office, sitting sideways in his chair with his legs resting over the arm.

"This place looks like it's straight from a catalog." Sam noted, running his rough hand across the finished wood desk.

The Knight scoffed, not hiding his disgust with the deceased king. "That's Crowley for ya."

The youngest Winchester leaned against the desk, his back to his brother. "So what are we waiting on?" His eyebrows were furrowed in curiosity, Dean not revealing the details of his plan.

"We wait for Meg. I wanna see where her loyalty lies." The Knight said simply.

"Hello boys."

Dean's lifeless green eyes glanced over at Meg before they were quickly enveloped with black. The Knight watched her as she took a few steps forward, stopping right next to Sam as she rested a hand on his shoulder squeezing lightly.

The hunter's body tensed, his mind registering that it was time.

"I'm going to go out for a," Sam hesitated as Dean smirked, knowing what his brother wanted to go do. "snack, be right back."

Sam hurried out of the room, shutting the door firmly behind him as he set out to find enough demon blood to take down a Knight of Hell.

…

"So Meg, what can I do for you?" Dean repositioned himself so he was sitting straight up in the chair, his posture relaxed as if he didn't have a care in the world.

The brunette's lips tilted up in amusement as she crossed her arms. "You're on my throne."

The Knight scoffed, standing up and sidestepping away from the chair. He gestured towards the seat with his crimson stained hands, his black gaze meeting Meg's.

The demon flicked an eyebrow up as she gracefully took a seat at her throne.

"My Queen." Dean's voice was laced with sarcasm as he did an over exaggerated bow, giving her a quick wink.

The pair's eyes turned to the door as it flew open, Sam staggering in with his face, hands, and clothing drenched in scarlet.

Without warning the hunter held out his arm with his palm facing the brunette. Meg stared at the youngest Winchester's feral gaze. The youngest Winchester's eyes darted back and forth from his brother and Meg, trying to decide who to turn on. Dean standing tall oozed confidence in the fact that his brother would stay with him.

"Sam, remember the-" Before she could finish, Meg was flung against the wall.

The thing was, Sam didn't remember the plan. At the moment, his thoughts were jumbled like alphabet soup. The hunter was struggling to sort out exactly what he was suppose to be doing but when he looked at the two people in front of him, all he saw was his older brother and a demon.

The Knight's dark laughter reverberated off the walls shocked Sam out of his reverie. Trying to blink away the haze the demon blood had left, Sam's gaze hardened as he stuck his palm out facing his brother.

"Come on, Sammy. You don't want to hurt big brother do ya? Do you remember all that bitch," Dean pointed at the demon suspended off the floor, venom in his voice, "has done? All I've ever done is protect you, Sammy. Remember who the real monster is."

That stopped Sam. In that moment, he was able to remember who the real monster was and it wasn't his brother. It was who his brother had become.

"Sorry, Dean. But I have to do this." The Knight went to take a step forward, but his brother's power was keeping him stationary. Growling, Dean fought hard and took a few small steps forward. Sam's face crinkled in concentration as he tried to send his brother flying into the wall but couldn't.

"Face it, Sammy." The eldest Winchester said, pain stricken words coming out in bursts. "You're out of your league." The Knight eyed his First Blade lying dauntingly on the desk, willing it to fly to his calloused hand.

Sam's focus faltered as his eyes widened at the sight of the Blade going straight into his brother's hand.

Dean gripped the knife with both hands, maneuvering it so the Blade was facing his heart.

Sam stopped pushing so hard once he realized what his brother was doing.

"Sam, that's not Dean! It never will be again." Meg's voice drifted to the youngest Winchester's ears, causing him to cringe at how true the statement was.

Even if they somehow managed to cure Dean, he would never be the same. Grief and self-pity would overcome his whole being which would be an even worse fate than death.

So Sam had a decision to make.

Either let his brother go.

Or do the selfish thing and put family above everything else.

The thing was, Sam had told Dean that he couldn't live without him and was pissed at him for the fact. But in reality, Sam couldn't live without his brother either.

"Do it. Kill me." The monster in front of him hissed, losing patience with the hunter's internal struggles.

Sam closed his eyes as he made a decision.

….

TBC

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