A/N: Thank you to everyone who reviewed, read, favorited, and followed. It means the world to me!
Melody combs through the endless tunnels of the sewer system. Not finding Sam around, she pulls out her phone and calls Dean.
After three rings, Dean's voice crackles through the phone, "Hello. Melody, where are you? Yeah, Sam's not here. We would have found him by now. Meet Bobby and me back at the car, okay?"
"Yeah, sure Dean. I'll see you in a little while then," Melody answers, not quite ready to give up on Sam yet, so she jogs down a few other tunnels and stumbles upon Sam, Bobby, and Dean tied to some water pipes that line the walls of the tunnel. After checking Dean's vitals, she begins untying him, but immediately whorls around to fight off the shape shifter behind her. In the confusion of the kicks and punches, a middle aged man creeps up behind Melody and hurls her against a wall, just above Dean's head. Dean groggily wakes up from unconsciousness and shakes his head to get rid of the pounding headache that threatens to send him into the inky blackness again.
Struggling against his bonds, Dean turns his head to see Melody lying unconscious near his feet, "What did you sick idiots do to her?"
"Oh… I wouldn't worry too much about her if I were you. She'll come around. Honestly, I'd be more concerned about yourself and what your brother is going to do to you," the man ended with an evil laugh.
"Who are you?!" Dean screamed, "And what did you do to Sam?"
"You don't recognize me, Dean?" he sneered, "I'm the reason you're alive. I'm the reason your daddy's rotting in Hell right now and you're a free man."
"Yellow Eyes," Dean scoffs, "What did you do to Sam?!"
"I didn't do anything," the demon answers cruelly, "I just let destiny take its toll. Besides, I wouldn't worry about Sam too much. If I were you I would worry more about what's going to happen to you when he wakes up."
As Azazel finishes speaking, Sam begins to stir and opens his eyes. He easily breaks away the ropes that bind him and steps up, next to the Yellow Eyed Demon. His adrenaline rushes. His heart beats in his chest faster and faster.
"Now, Sammy, are you ready for a few tests?" Azazel turns to Sam to make his point.
"Yes," Sam answers, his voice oddly raspy. He sweeps his arm and Bobby and Melissa have cuts all over their bodies. Melissa groans before coughing up the remaining blood in her body and is then silent. Bobby doesn't even stir. Blood trickles from his nose and mouth. He can't breathe.
"Sammy, please don't do this," Dean pleads, desperately trying to find his brother under the monster that has taken the place of the Sam he has known since they were kids. "It's not you, Sammy. It can't be. You have to fight it."
Sam turns to the Yellow Eyed Demon, who nods his head. Sam raises his arm and begins to slowly slice through Dean's skin with an invisible knife.
"So, Dean, are you ready to join your father in Hell and ultimately fail him?" Azazel taunts. Sam's eyes briefly flash black as Dean chokes on his own blood. Dean can't even take a breath to scream as his life flashes before his eyes. The good times, like the Christmas that Sam gave him an amulet meant for John, and when he met Lisa and later Ben, mixed with the bad times, like when Sam ran away for the first time and when his father died. All the memories bombarded his mind, finally resting on Sam's face; his forehead twisted in anger and his eyes a deep, milky black.
"Ramble On, And now's the time, the time is now, to sing my song.
I'm goin' 'round the world, I got to find my girl, on my way.
I've been this way ten years to the day, Ramble On,
Gotta find the queen of all my dreams." Dean's alarm clock yells as Dean jerks his bare torso out of the bed. "Sammy," he yells trying to get his bearings, the last thing he remembers is trying to breathe while choking on his own blood.
"What?" Sam answers from the bathroom of the motel, sounding slightly annoyed. "Hey, Dean, were you dreaming last night because I could not get you to wake up. You just kept tossing and turning, but you wouldn't wake up no matter how much I shook you. I mean… You eventually stopped moving so I just let you sleep."
"Yeah, I was dreaming, but that's all it was… A dream," Dean answers to himself. "It was just a dream," he whispers, not noticing the Trickster peeking through the window of their motel room.
A/N2: Hope you liked it. There might be a sequel-ish story coming out eventually but not sure. I'm currently working on a little oneshot with demon Dean.