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.

NOTE: I haven't been watching the show (gasp and shock) so if I get anything wrong, that's why. I'm getting info from wikipedia, other fanfic I read and episode guides online. Also, I'm going to ignore some things because I don't know enough about the events to get it right. So I'll allude to Dean's death...but nothing definitive and I'm going to ignore angels. I also might accidentally add someone that has been killed, because I didn't know they were dead. As for season, obviously later, like after the current one or something. Yeah, I guess it's kinda alternate verse or whatnot.

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.

Sorry this chapter took so long.

Thanks for reading and reviewing.

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The car pulled up in front of a small farmhouse. Lights glowed from inside and it was the exact image that someone thought of when they thought of 'home'. Sam looked over at Damas.

"Inside that house." Damas's voice was quiet and sinister. "Lives an eight year old girl and her twin brother. Kill them."

"Why?"

He turned to Sam. "Maybe you're not as perfect as we all hoped."

"It's not that." He smiled. "If you want them dead, you must have a reason."

"They will bring your downfall."

Sam turned back to him. "Two kids?"

Damas's eyes were hard and cold. "They were insurance, you resisted your destiny for son long, we needed a contingency plan." He shrugged. "Now we don't. Is that reason enough?"

"Plenty." Sam stepped from the car.

"Samuel. You cannot be seen by anyone else, and the rest of the family must be left alive."

He smiled. "Fine." He walked towards the house.

The front door opened and two kids were silhouetted in the doorway.

"Oh, and they know you're here." His dangerous voice blended with the night.

Sam smiled and moved towards the shadows.

The two kids stepped out onto the front porch. Lil and Jake knew something was out there, they knew like they knew what the other was thinking.

"Lil, door." Jake whispered.

She glanced back and the front door closed without her touching it. Their eyes adjusted to the dark and they saw Sam by the oak tree in the yard.

"Hi." Sam smiled.

They looked at him and Lil took Jake's hand. Sam walked towards them, it wouldn't have been creepy at all, except that it was eleven at night and the malice was thick in the air. Sam stopped a few yards from the porch.

"We're not afraid of you." Jake said, he tilted his head to the side. "I can hear what's in your head, but you won't do it."

"Why not?" Sam smiled.

Lil looked into his eyes. "It's not you. You're believing him and he is wrong."

For a half of a second, something flashed through Sam's mind, but it was gone before he could focus it. It was something half remembered, but too distant to change anything. Sam crossed his arms over his chest and smiled.

"I think you should leave." Jake said calmly.

"But I have a job to do." Sam smiled cold and evil.

Fear flashed in their young eyes.

"Please." Lil whispered.

"Let's go for a walk."

It was more than a suggestion, Lil and Jake had to obey. They stepped off the porch and followed behind Sam as he walked towards the dark trees at the edge of the yard. Sam turned just about when Jake had managed to break through the mind control. He grabbed the boy's arm and smiled.

Damas watched from the car. He smiled at how well his protégé was doing, at how well the plan was coming along. There was a slight doubt in his mind that Sam wouldn't go through with it, that there was still to much humanity left in him. That's why this was a test, to solidify all that they had worked for. He leaned against the car and pulled a long, sharp blade from a sheath. He ran the edge over his fingertips and pressed just light enough to keep from drawing blood.

Sam looked at the two children and they sat down as though they were pushed. Their backs were pressed against a thick tree and they looked up at him. They were quiet and reserved, like they knew they would die and there was nothing to change that fact.

"Will you hurt our parents and brothers and sisters?" Lil asked after a few silent minutes.

"No."

Jake nodded. "Good."

Sam knelt down in front of them.

"Can you kill us both" Lil started.

"At the same time?" Jake finished.

He smiled. "As you wish."

Sam placed a hand on each of their heads. As soon as he touched them, images flooded his mind.

A pregnant women was in a doctor's office. She looked over at the ultrasound monitor and smiled at the two heartbeats and the two perfect babies that were due in a month.

"Any names picked out?" The ultrasound tech smiled.

"Lil and Jake." She smiled.

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The two infants lay next to each other in the crib. The mobile turned slowly overhead in the slight warm breeze.

Lil's eyes opened and focused on something in the dark. She smiled and cooed. Jake's eyes opened a second later and focused on the same thing. A dark figure came to the side of the crib and looked down at the two infants.

It reached down and touched Lil on her forehead with one finger. It left a faintly glowing fingerprint as it moved and did the same to Jake. The figure gently cupped the babies faces in it's hands like a parent who had to leave for a very long time and then it faded into the darkness.

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Lil and Jake sat on the front porch, they must have been three or four. On the road, at the edge of the yard, a car came down the gravel. It skidded as the brakes were slammed and then stopped. After a few moments the car drove away.

Jake and Lil slid off the porch and walked up to the road. On the side, nearly hidden by the grass, was the still figure of a stray cat. It was clearly dead, its gray fur was matted with blood.

She knelt down and gently ran her finger between its ears. Jake knelt next to her and did the same. At the same time, they rested their fingers on its head and closed their eyes. The cat woke as though it had been sleeping and then darted away.

Sam's hands slid from their heads. It seemed like so much time had passed, but it was only seconds. Lil and Jake hadn't seen what Sam had and they didn't understand why they were still alive.

In those few seconds, all of Damas's training came undone. Lil and Jake had been chosen, just like Sam had. But they had been chosen by light, chosen to be something better, chosen by an angel. They were going to be everything that Sam had been fighting against his entire life.

And he couldn't kill them.

Pain ripped through his head and he pressed his forehead against his knee.

"Sir?" Jake's small voice was a whisper in the darkness.

Sam took a slow breath. "I need you to do something for me." He could feel the darkness taking over again and had to work fast. He looked up at them, at their innocence and inherent good. "Killing you won't be permanent. When I leave, you will wake up, like nothing had happened."

They nodded, even though they didn't understand.

"It's the only way." He placed his hands on their heads again.

Lil and Jake closed their eyes and went limp. Their breathing slowed and then stopped, their heartbeats soon followed. Sam stood, he felt Damas walked up behind him. The darkness inside was coming back faster and stronger, it made his head swim.

"Very good, Samuel." Damas's cold voice came from over Sam's shoulder. He knelt down and touched the children's still bodies. "Time to go."

Damas turned and Sam followed. By the time they were back at the car, Sam had forgotten about what he had seen, about the light, about how he always fought against the darkness. Damas looked over and smiled like a favored son.

"You passed with flying colors. Now, for the real fun." Damas pulled the car back onto the road and pulled away.

Under the protective branches of a thick tree, Lil and Jake lay side by side. They were as still as the summer night around them.

Like a bolt of electricity passed through them, they both opened their eyes and sat up. They were dazed, the sleepy confusion that someone has after being woken suddenly from a deep sleep. After a few minutes they got to their feet and walked back towards the house.

They paused by the front door.

"Jake." She whispered. "He's like us, isn't he?"

He nodded. "But alone and fighting." He took her hand and they slipped inside.

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Damas drove through the rest of the night. Sam felt his power rush through his veins like it never had before. As far as Sam and Damas knew, those children were dead. Sam didn't remember saving them. Some small part of him did, the part that woke, but the power was intoxicating and consuming and unrestrained. Sam wanted to see what he could do, what limits, if any, he had.

He turned to the window and watched the sky lighten with dawn. The world was his and he would take it for all he could. Nobody could stop him, nothing could save him and he reveled in the freedom of it all.

It was the moment hell and it's horrible army had been waiting for, their chosen son was ready to step into his place and lead the army.

"Just one small problem to be taken care of." Damas looked over.

Sam smiled. "Oh, I know. And he has no idea."