This is part TWO in the 'To Everything' series.

It's my idea of what happens to Sam as he turns demonic and becomes what everyone has been waiting for. Sure to be full of limp/angsty/hurt/evil Sam and worried/hurt/protective/awesome Dean. Bobby's there to as reinforcements as the battle of evil and the fight against it comes to fruition.

Still don't own Supernatural. Not suing would be appreciated. I have no money, I promise, so please just let me use the brilliant characters.

P.S. I haven't been watching the show (gasp and shock) so if I get anything wrong, that's why. I'm going on wikipedia, other fanfic I read and episode guides online.

Thanks for reading and reviewing.

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Each day blurred into the next. Sam would sleep or Damas would make him sleep, he would wake alone and if he was lucky there would be a few minutes of nothing before Damas would test him again. His body was bruised and he could no longer tell the difference between fatigue and pain.

When Damas was out and he thought Sam was asleep, Sam would listen to the voice messages from Dean. They kept some part, however small, alive and fighting against Damas when everything else wanted to join him.

It all truth, the power was a dangerous drug and Sam didn't realize that. He had started to wait anxiously for Damas to test him so that he could feel the rise of power in him. He now knew how to control it, to hold it and twist it to conform to his will and desire. Nothing was impossible for him, nothing too hard, merely something he had to work for. His head constantly buzzed with the power, he didn't even notice that any longer.

Sam lay on the blanket and looked up into the darkness, a twisted smile drifted onto his face as he remembered what he had done. Damas couldn't even hold him for more than ten minutes now, he was unstoppable, just like it was always planned. He rolled over and felt something hard press against his hip. It took him a moment to remember it was his phone, he hadn't opened it in days. Suddenly he remembered Dean and the smile was gone.

He opened the phone and pressed the numbers for voice mail. Sam. Are you okay, are you still alive? I haven't heard from you in nearly a month. Had it really been a month? We're still looking everywhere, Bobby and me, still looking for you. Call me if you can, or give me something, a clue, anything. I'm not going to stop looking and that bastard that took you will pay. Sam felt a sudden rush of anger and couldn't quite place why. God, Sammy, where the hell are you? Call me, when you can, please.

Sam sat up on an elbow. He looked at the glowing numbers in his hand and dialed. He stopped half way through and held his breath. He pressed one more number, paused again and then closed the phone. He tucked the phone back into his pocket and lay back down. With one arm folded under his head, he looked up into the darkness once again.

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Dean sighed as he leaned against the cool brick of the motel room. Bobby stepped out and looked over at him. Neither said a word. They had come across another dead-end another lead that turned out to be nothing but smoke and mirrors.

"We have to call, Bobby." Dean said, his eyes fixed on the stars above. "We don't have any other options."

"What side is she on, Dean? Can you be certain of that? Who says she won't just tip off whoever has him?"

Dean slammed his fist against the wall. "We have no other fucking options, Bobby." His voice was level. "We can't keep blinding looking, hoping that we stumble over something."

"We'll get him back."

He looked over. "Not alone." Dean pulled out his phone and dialed. He held his breath and counted rings.

"This had better be good, Winchester." The voice was edged with annoyance, but not unfriendly.

"Sam's gone, Ruby. What do you know?"

Bobby clenched his jaw and folded his arms across his chest.

"Hold on, what do you mean gone?" The edge was gone.

Dean sighed. "Haven't seen him in two months, haven't talked to him going on four weeks."

"Well quit hinting and tell me what's going on."

Dean heard something that sounded a lot like keys in the background. "Suddenly he had all these powers, said he dreamed Damas was his guide, then he just left. Snuck out a window."

"What was that name?" She stopped, she wasn't asking because she didn't know.

"Damas."

"I'll be there in four hours. Do not go anywhere, do not talk to anyone else, do not do anything. Understand me, Winchester?"

"We're at-"

She cut him off. "I know where you're at. It's amazing you haven't gotten yourself killed yet. Don't do anything until I get there." Then the call was ended.

Dean slipped the phone back into his pocket. He glanced over at Bobby.

"Well?" Bobby turned.

"We wait for her." Dean went back inside without another word.

Bobby followed soon after.

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"You're nearly ready, Samuel." Damas said as he staggered back.

That blow, on anything but demon, would have killed instantly. Sam stood tensed and ready for another hit. He was leaner and faster in sparring, running, fighting, everything. Damas froze Sam with his mind then moved in for a fatal blow, Sam ducked away at the last minute and brought his arm down across Damas's neck. There was a sharp crack and Damas fell to the ground. He was only down for a second before he stood.

"I still have this over you." He met Sam's eyes.

Sam found himself completely frozen, his thoughts slowed and didn't seem to connect to the rest of his body any longer. He watched Damas grow closer and felt the hand on the back of his neck. Sam dropped, unconscious, to the ground. Damas stepped over him.

"I have work to do, but I trust you'll still be here when I return." Damas sneered and left.

Sam woke an hour later. He had been waking before Damas intended for months now. He was fighting everything, it was all he knew, any resistance against him he pushed back. He got up from the cool floor and paused to make sure he was alone. This was the quickest he had ever woken after Damas's control, and liked the freedom.

He walked to the steel door at the far end of the room and pushed. He realized it was spelled when it took him far more energy than he figured it would to open. He stepped out into the oncoming night. It was the first he had been out, the warehouse had been his entire world for the last three months.

He could do anything, go anywhere. He didn't need Damas any longer, he didn't need anyone.

Sam had only managed to run a few feet before he was brought down. The air was knocked from his lungs and two very muscular and very demonic men pinned him to the cracked asphalt parking lot.

Damas walked up to him. "Now you are ready."

"You can't keep me forever." Sam spat.

"No, and I never intended to. Now we are equals, partners. Together, we have the world." He snapped his fingers and some of the restraint lessened.

Damas held out his hand to Sam. Sam looked up into his eyes, smiled and took the hand. He was pulled to his feet and felt the energy crackle and rush through him. Without looking back, Damas walked towards the sleek car and Sam followed.

"So, what do we do now?" Sam glanced over as Damas sped down the road.

Damas looked away from the road for much longer than was safe, but he didn't need to look anyway. "One final test, to see who you really are now."

Something flickered in Sam's eyes for a moment, a memory almost, but it was gone before it was ever really there. "Perfect." He smiled.

Damas turned back to the road and pressed the accelerator down. They drove through the night and Sam was drive towards his final test. The one thing that would display all of Damas's work and effort, the one thing that would confirm that Sam would be unrecognizable to all that he was, even himself.