Hey, sorry it took me so long. A word of advice to those fanfictioners in junior year of high school. Never start a new Fanfic at the end of senior year, you just don't have time. This should make up for it though. As you can see I stuck with the third season of Supernatural. I hope you guys are pleased, :). Anyway I hope you guys enjoy Dean's last year, (hee hee), with a Manicore twist.

Disclaimer: I do not own SP or DA as much as I wish to. :)

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Chapter 1: Sins

Dean took a deep breath and tried to keep his hands from shaking too badly. He fumbled around in his breast pocket for a couple of minutes, searching for his pills. He had to move quickly before Sam came in to see what was going on. He tried to avoid his little brother seeing him in the throes of a seizure. Ever since Sam saw him lying on the floor by his bed practically shuddering with the force of the seizure when Sam was six Dean tried to shield his brother from it as much as possible. Stupid Manticore forgetting one stupid fucking chemical and frightening Sammy, Dean could still remember that day.

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Dean laid on the floor beside his bed trying desperately to control the shudders that were seizing him possessively, huh get it seizing…seizures…if Dean wasn't so fucked up he'd laugh. He had felt the beginnings of the seizure and had gotten up to retrieve his meds that were in the medicine cabinet. It had been clear right away that he was prone to seizures so Mom and Dad had gotten him the right meds to counteract it. Anyway Dean had gotten up to get his meds when the attack worsened slamming him down onto the floor where he lay curled in himself, not for the first time cursing Manticore's very existence.

Just than he could hear the light sound of footsteps on carpeted ground and silently Dean cursed. The last thing he needed was for Sam to see him and be scared. Dean wasn't big on praying, even back than, but this time he prayed for all he was worth. He prayed to whatever higher power out there cared to listen to please, send Sammy away, make him skip past the bedroom, not see him like this. Please God don't let Sam see me so weak, so helpless, let him keep that image of his strong, dependable, indestructible brother alive; if only for Sammy's sake. "Dean where are you?" Sam called, "are you in here?" "Son of a bitch," Dean murmured, his prayers turning into curses. "Dean where are you? Dad said it's time to go-oh!"

Sam stood frozen at the doorway staring, mouth hung open, as Dean shuddered and twitched and withered on the bedroom floor. "DEAN!" Sam screamed in terror. Before Dean could say anything Sam rushed into the room, falling to his knees in front of Dean. "What's wrong? Oh what can I do? Dean!" Dean reached out with a trembling hand and wrapped it around Sam's, giving it a tight squeeze. "Its okay little brother" Dean murmured soothingly, while as soothing as you can be when your entire body is shaking. "It's alright, I'm alright, everything's going to be okay. Don't be scared anymore Sammy."

Sam ignored this and shouted, "Dad! Dad come quick!" John Winchester came barging into the room carrying a very large rifle under his arm. "SAM! DEAN!" He cried, a mother bear prepared to protect her young, when his eyes saw the scene before him; Dean twitching on the ground and Sam staring up at him with terrified, yet trustful, teary eyes. "Oh" John said softly, lowering the rifle and then carefully putting it down. "Sam it's going to be alright." He said softly, "I need you to get Dean's medicine out of the cabinet, can you do that for me Sam? It's the clear bottle with the blue pills. Can you get them for me Sammy?" Sam hesitated, not wanting to leave Dean when he so obviously needed him. Dad smiled and said calmly, "don't worry I'll watch your brother, I'll make sure nothing happens to him. The best way you can help him is to get the meds I asked for, please Sam." Dean buried his face into the floor in embarrassment and groaned, "Just go Sam…please."

Sam gritted his teeth in grim determination and nodded, running to the medicine cabinet. When Sam came back he handed Dean his pills, which he gladly took. When the shaking had subsided Dean pulled Sam into his arms and said, "It's OK Sammy it's OK now, everything's going to be alright…I'm better now." Sam nodded, burying his face into Dean's shoulder, sobbing, "I'd thought I would lose you!" Dean rocked Sam back and forth, making comforting shushing noises under his breath.

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Dean would do anything to make sure that that never happened again. Then again Sam was more prepared now then when he was six, but Dean still didn't like to worry him. Especially now, now that he only had a year left with him. Dean almost moaned in relief when his trembling fingers found the pill bottle. He yanked it out in a rash, jerky motion and twisted the cap off. He shook out the pills and tossed them back down his throat, swallowing them dry. Dean curled into a fetal position on the floor, waiting for the shaking to stop, trying to drown out the sound of marching feet.

He tried to stop the sound of steel-toed boots on hard steel floor. Dean squeezed his eyes shut trying to block out the image of him and the others marching down the long, cold halls of Manticore. Those dark, cold, hard halls that seemed to go on forever, those halls that seemed to be a Hell in itself. They marched on, through those unyielding corridors being lead by their own personal Antichrist, their (least) favorite devil…Lydecker. In Dean's memory Ben turned around in the line to look at Dean, squeezing his hand…Ben.

Finally when the shaking had stopped Dean stood up and went out into the living room; where Bobby was sitting at the table, cleaning and reloading his guns. Bobby didn't say anything or look up when Dean sat down. He just slid a tall glass of cold milk at Dean and went back to cleaning his guns. Dean hesitated then started to reach for the dusty bottle of whisk that was within Bobby's reaching distance. Once as soon as these attacks would hit Dean would down a glass of milk, sometimes an inter carton depending on how bad the attack. Later in life, those glasses of milk were replaced with liquor. But Bobby still made sure that he drank milk right after. "Hey!" Bobby snapped, slapping Dean's hand away. "Drink your damned milk will you," Dean chuckled, "huh Bobby I didn't know the milk was damned, what'd it do to earn a trip to Hell?"

Bobby scowled, "just drink the milk Dean. Or do you want me to tell Sam that you had a seizure again?" Dean quick grabbed the glass and chugged down the milk in one swallow. Bobby nodded in satisfaction and handed him a bottle. "Thanks" Dean said, pouring himself a shot. Before Bobby could say anything Sam barged through the front door. "Come on we've got to go." Sam said, Dean cocked his eyebrow at Bobby and followed Sam out the door, carrying his drink with him.

A couple of days later Dean was busy enjoying a nice sexual romp when Sam came through the door saying something about a call from Bobby before breaking off upon realizing what he'd stumbled into. Quick as he could Sam slammed the door shut. The girl he'd been "busy" with…Jacky…or was it Jillian? Something with a J groaned and rolled over. "Sorry babe, but I've got to go." Dean said with a small measure of regret. J-something lifted her head, leered at him and purred, "No you don't. You can stay here with me." She ran her hand up his thigh seductively causing Dean's mouth to water. "No, no I really have to go…" "Ssh," she said, placing a kiss teasingly on Dean's lip. "…We'll be quick," Dean decided. Moving as fast as he could Dean…finished up. He was moving so fast he appeared as a moving blur, an indistinct mass of movement, even the girl couldn't keep up with him. When he finished Dean sighed, kissed her and said, "I'd really hate to fuck and go…it's not normally my style, but now I really do have to go." Before J-something could register what he was doing Dean got up, dressed, and went out to meet his brother. "Come back!" She called too late, and was forced to watch the best lay she ever had dash out the door.

As soon as Dean got into the car Sam said, "Let me see your knife." Dean cocked his eyebrow and asked, "what for?" "So I can gouge my eyes out," Sam replied. Dean rolled his eyes, "it was a beautiful, natural act, Sam." "It was a part of you I never wanted to see, Dean." Dean decided now was time for a change in subject. "So what did Bobby call about?" Sam took the topic change in stride, almost gratefully. "Just news on a cicada swarm and crop failure in Nebraska, Bobby wants us to check it out with him." Dean put the car in gear and they headed off to Nebraska.

They meet Bobby at a farmhouse just outside Lincoln, Nebraska. He was already waiting for them when they arrived. "You guys will want to take a look at this." Bobby said, than he turned around and led the way into the house. When the boys came upon the sight in the living room they both cringed in horror and shock. Sitting on the cough were a young couple, at least they appeared to be young, well the TV still played. Bobby said, "Ask me how they died." Dean raised an eyebrow, "OK I'll bite" he said "how'd they die?"

"Starvation, right in front of that TV" Bobby informed them, motioning to the screen. Sam and Dean exchanged a glance before Dean went to check the fridge and pantry. "Starvation huh?" he mused, "Than why is their house still stocked full of food." Bobby shrugged "Why'd you think I called you guys" he asked, "Cops can't figure it out either. It's almost as if they lost the appeal to get off their fat, lazy asses and make themselves a sandwich."

Sam sighed, "Well let's check this place out, do some EMF runs and see if we can find any sulfur. We could be dealing with a demon possession." With that agreement the group fanned out and checked every room and closet trying to find any sulfur residue or hex bags; anything to explain this odd circumstance really. Just when Dean was rounding a corner to check one more room before calling it quits he heard something to his right. He turned just in time for a very large African American man to hurl himself at Dean from behind.

Dean grunted, absorbing the unwanted impact before throwing the man into the nearest wall and smashing his fist into his face. The two men tussled on the floor for a bit before shouting could be heard and Sam and Bobby rushed up to him just as a black woman ran forward, weapon in hand, shouting "Isaac!" A greater fight ensued before Bobby recognized the two and pulled the groups apart.

"Stop, everyone stop!" Bobby shouted, "This is just one big misunderstanding, stop we're all on the same side here you ijiots." Breathing hard they all speared apart giving each other weary looks. "You know these guys Bobby?" Sam demanded suspiciously. "Yeah," Bobby confirmed, "boys meet Isaac and Tamara, their hunters. They are also married. Isaac…Tamara these are the Winchesters." Isaac and Tamara exchanged a glance than Tamara said; "perhaps we should take this conversation back to our house."

"Look don't take this the wrong way," Isaac said when they arrived at their house, "but we don't want to work with you." Dean scoffed, "why not?" Sam asked. "Well you guys DID open the Devil's Gate so yeah…" Dean shook his head, not even bothering to point out that they were trying to stop it from opening in the first place. "You guys are screw ups and we don't want you holding us back." Tamara rolled her eyes "Come on Isaac, like you've never made a mistake." Isaac replied, "oh yeah. Locked my keys in the car, turned my laundry pink; never brought on the end of the world, though."

Dean rolled his eyes, "look its fine…whatever. I don't trust you guys anyway. Come on guys." Just has he was turning around to walk out the door something caught the corner of Dean's eye. He froze, focusing on it, using his super-Manticore sight to zoom in on it, but it vanished before he could focus on it. That worried Dean.

Later Dean sat in between Sam and Bobby watching the security cameras of a shoe store. On the screen they watched as a man went up to the murder and whisper something in her ear before she tailed the vic and…well you know the rest. Bobby sighed, "Well it looks like whatever that man said to her must have set her off to kill. What you boys think?" Dean shrugged, "sounds right to me." He stretched and stood up. "Alright how about we check around town, find out where this guy stays or hangs out and give him a little questioning." Bobby and Sam nodded in agreement before standing up to grab their stuff and head out.

Deciding to search for Walter by himself for a bit Dean went into a side alley, which in hindsight wasn't a very good idea. It's just he had to get away from Sam for five minutes, clear his mind, think. He loved his bother, he really did, and it was cool that Sam was giving him so many commendations. But he couldn't stand how Sammy kept looking at him. If he wasn't staring at Dean with betrayal in his eyes he was looking at Dean like he'd drop dead in five minutes. Damn it, didn't that stubborn boy know Dean made that crossroads deal to save his life! It wasn't like Dean wanted to go to Hell, but if it was a choice between that or Sam being dead…no contest. He couldn't let Sammy get hurt, ever, especially after what happened to Be…NO! Dean was SOO not going there!

Dean heard the footsteps just before the attacker struck. The only thing saving Dean's pretty neck was his X-5 reflexes. He twisted out of the way just before the knife struck down, hitting air where his jugular would have been. He mentally cursed himself that was careless, he knew better. So lost in his thoughts he made himself a sitting duck! Oh well, Dean thought, I'm going to die soon anyway. He chuckled sardonically. Dean kicked out with his right leg, catching the attacker by surprise. But before he could take advantage of this she popped back up and jammed her elbow into his ribs.

They fought like this for a while, both equally matched in skill, but Dean fought like a man who had nothing left to lose. (Gee, I wonder why.) And his opponent had not expected so much ferocity in her foe. She expected someone slow and out of practice, in need of some serious fine-tuning, so she was not prepared for a skilled hunter who knew what he was doing. Pretty soon she found herself pinned against the wall, indisposed. She barred her teeth in aggression, "nice work soldier. I'll admit I underestimated you. That won't happen again, I assure you." Dean quick, pinning her to the wall with one arm, unscrewed the cap to a flask of Holy Water and poured it over her.

The woman spat in his face and laughed, completely unaffected by the Holy Water. "Have you gone mad solider? Than again I suppose that's what happens when you spend so many years out in this insane asylum." Dean snarled, "Who are you? How do you know me?" She pouted at him prettily, "What you don't recognize me soldier? I'm disappointed, 'specially since I remember you and all your traitor friends." Dean squinted at her in rage and annoyance and than gasped in recognition. He knew this woman…this transgenic.

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Just when Dean thought they were in the clear they heard the alarms. Dean mentally cursed his stupidity for thinking that this was going to be a clean get away. Of course Lydecker wouldn't give them up so easily. Everyone picked up their pass, running as fast as they could. They out ran the guards trying to capture them and the bullets trying to tear through them. They rounded a corner and came face to face with Lydecker and his men. Zack held his arms up and the group scrambled back in fear. One of the X-5s that weren't part of their group, and thus tight with Lydecker, picked up a gun where it landed on the floor and fired. Dean cringed in surprise as the kid goes down, dead. The rest take the opportunity to escape. No one notices the grief on Lydecker's face.

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Dean flinched in surprise and horror. No, no, this was not happening. It's been years, and not a hide nor hair of Lydecker's pawns. And now that he only had a year left with Sammy…Bobby…Joe…Ellen…his family, they wanted to ruin his life again. This can't be happening to me. The X-5 gave Dean a sinister smile, pleased to see that he both recognized and feared her. Not her herself, but what her presence meant for him. "Hello 492."

And you all thought it was Ruby.