I was in the mood for an evil Sam story so I decided to update this one :)

And to be honest, why I haven't been updating some of my older fics is writers block for them. I'm really, really trying to work through that and will force myself to write more chapters during this three day weekend :)

Dean screamed as the torture resumed. Sam had waited for a couple of days before he had his fellow demon followers drag Dean back to that dreaded room.

"Having fun yet, Dean?" Sam asked gleefully.

"You sick sonofabitch..." Dean's voice was inturrupted through his screaming as Sam continued with the torture.

"I'm sorry, Dean," Sam purred. "I can't hear you over your screaming, could you speak up?"

"All right, you've had your fun, Sammy-"

"It's Sam!"

"Don't you think you've had enough?" Dean pleaded desperatly. He groaned as pain radiated from inside of him. He stared at the thing that was cooperating his brother.

"Come on man, I know you're in there," he pleaded. Sam stared at him.

"Who are you trying to talk to?"

Dean narrowed his eyes.

"My brother," he said harshly. "My real brother."

The monster inside of Sam started to laugh.

"You're brother's dead!" He roared and Dean closed his eyes.

"No," he whispered. "I don't believe that!"

Sam gave a soft chuckle.

"By the time I'm done with you, you're gonna be a believer all right. " He smiled as he raised his hand again and Dean began to moan and wither in pain.

Bobby closed his eyes as he listened to Dean scream. It broke his heart to see Sam act like this. To have Dean's innocent brother so cruelly destroyed. It hurt him even more at the idea of Dean being unable to save Sam, like he promised he would so many times. But he knew this was harder on Dean than anyone else, with the exception of Ellen.

"I swear," she said, finally speaking. Her voice was shaking though. "The first chance I get I'm gonna kill that bastard!"

Bobby stared at him.

"No hesitation at all in there?" He asked, somewhat surprised. "This is Sam we're talking about."

"He's NOT Sam, Bobby! I can't believe you're so blind about that!" Ellen shot back. Bobby sighed.

"I'm not," he said. "But I'd be lyin' if I said I'd be able to kill this new person quick and easy like. If I got a chance I'd hesitate. I wouldn't be able to help myself."

"Well I would," Ellen growled. "And if I get that chance I won't hesitate."

"No one ever knows this kind of thing until they are put into that situation," Bobby argued.

"Don't try and be philisophical Bobby!" Ellen snarled. "My baby girl is dead and Sam, or whover this person is, killed her. It's like John killing my Bill all over again."

Bobby closed his eyes. He didn't even know why he was defending Sam. He wasn't, not really. He knew whatever was out there wasn't innocent and young Sam Winchester, Dean's younger brother. Whatever was out there was a monster.

But that didn't mean he wouldn't hestitate if he had a gun to the monster's head, for he still looked like Sam.

Finally the screaming finished and the door to the back room opened. Two of the demons dragged a rather battered Dean back into the cage. Bobby closed his eyes as they tossed the young man in like a lump of flower.

"Dean." Bobby rushed over to him and helped the young Winchester sit up. Dean's head had blood dripping down him. "Jesus boy, what did that bastard do to you?"

Dean closed his eyes.

"I'd rather not talk about it, Bobby," he gasped slowly said. Bobby nodded.

"Fair enough."

Dean watched as his brother formed a small group and plan something, but Sam made sure to keep his voice low enough for Dean not to hear him. Whatever they were plotting, it couldn't be good.

He closed his eyes. Sam being the way he was seemed so long ago. He remembered when Sammy first changed on him.

"Come on Sam." He entered the motel room. "We have another job, let's get your butt on the rooad! What's taking you so long?"

Sam emerged from the bathroom.

"Dude, you okay?"

Sam crinked his neck and smiled while pointing a gun at Dean.

"I'm more than okay, Dean," he whispered. "I've never felt better."

And as Dean stared at the gun he had a sickening feeling that the Meg incident was happening all over again. Only it wasn't Meg, it was something worse.

It was Sam's destiny.

Sam sauntered over to the cage with a smile on his face.

"What do you want?" Bobby snarled. Sam stared at the hunter.

"I'd keep my trap shut, Bobby, if I were you," he said coldly. "You might be the next person I murder." He opened the door and dragged a very weak Dean out of the cage.

"Haven't you had enough of torturin' your own brother?" Bobby continued, ignoring evilSam's threat.

Sam smiled at him.

"I don't want to torture him right now. I want to bring him for another car ride."

Dean felt sick as he was handcuffed once more. Was he really going to have to watch more people die?

Slowly he was forced back to the Impala. He hated going to that car now. The fact that this mosnter was driving her, and he was handcuffed in it disgusted him on many levels.

"Why are you doing this, Sam?" Dean asked after a few moments of silence. The person next to him kept his eyes on the road.

"You know why."

"These hunters aren't a threat to you."

"But they can kill my men."

"Why should you give a rats ass about that?"

"Because, every leader needs someone to follow them. Otherwise-" He looked at Dean smugly. "He's not a leader."

"Haha." Dean rolled his eyes. "I just hope you're enjoying this while you can Sammy." He knew he was asking for it by calling Sam that. It gave him a bit of pleasure when he did so.

Sam stared at him.

"Why? Do you think I'm going somewhere?"

"Yeah," Dean growled. "When I get the chance I'm gonna kill your sorry ass."

Sam snorted.

"I don't think so. I don't think you have the guts."

Dean stared at him darkly and narrowed his eyes as if he was dared.

"Try me."

For a moment both just stared at each other.

"All right," Sam said calmly. He pulled the car over. Than he took Dean's arms and surprisingly unlocked the cuffs and than stared gave Dean a gun. Dean stared at it and than at him.

"What are you, nuts?"

"Shoot me," Sam said coldly. "You've been threatening me for weeks now, Dean. I want to see if you can shoot me. Your own brother."

"You're not my brother!"

"Than you should have no problem doing that."

Dean tightened his grip on the gun and raised it as he remembered being tortured. He pointed the gun to Sam's head. He tried to control the shaking of his hand. Sam was smiling rather smugly until something flashed in his eyes. Dean had always thought that he'd never be able to shoot Sam. But somehow, holding a gun to this monster was easier than he thought it would be,

Than his mannerisms changed completly.

"Dean? What are you doing?" He became fearful and confused. Dean paused as he was about to pull the trigger.

"What?" He stared at the face in front of him. The face looked terrified.

"Dean, what's going on? Please, don't...it's me! Sam."

"Sammy?" He asked in disbelief. Sam nodded desperatly.

"Yes, it's me...Sam..."

But Dean was unsure of whether to believe him or not. He had lowered the gun but still raised it.

"How do I know it's really you?"

"Dean please!"

"How!"

"Holy water!" Sam cried desperatly, tears rolling down his cheeks.

"You didn't take any along," Dean growled.

"It's me Sam! Please, Dean, you've got to believe me!"

"Nice try," Dean growled and than pointed the gun at Sam's chest and before he could change his mind he pressed the triger and fired...