Author's note: I'm adding a twist to the story! I wrote this till 3 A.M. and now I'm regretting it. Sorry for the grammar mistakes. Hope you like it!

*2 Months Later*

I'm faster, stronger, and happier than I've ever been before. It's like I'm on this adrenaline high 24/7. I'm a killing machine. The old man gives me a mission and I do it. For example, last week I had to break into a police station to retrieve a prisoner that was a vampire.

Don't worry I don't kill humans directly. As long as they don't get in my way, I won't hurt them. The old man only assigns me to monsters.

Leaving my thoughts to rest I brush my teeth. I gaze at the mirror to see my crystal blue eyes that gradually turn whiter the closer you get to my pupil. Since I accepted the old man's offer he changed me. He gave me powers including my sharp blue eyes that glow in the dark. They don't look human so usually I have to wear glasses or contacts.

I cut my floppy hair short. I decided not to die it because it'd look weird. The more different I look the better. I now dress more expensive which excludes anything plaid or jean like. Hopefully, with my appearance slightly different, Dean won't be able to recognize me if he saw me.

I should tell you about my abilities. I can't fly or anything. I just have super senses and I don't have emotions holding me back.

The only down side of it all is the chills. My skin temperature is freezing and it hurts sometimes. I get these bone shattering cold spells where it feels like my soul is turning into ice. It usually happens when I start feeling sympathy or anything involving emotions.

The old man kept to his word. He treats me like a son as long as I do everything he says. I'm pretty much rich and I can go anywhere I want.

Dean has been looking for me. Thinking about him makes me sick. It reminds me of when I used to be weak and pathetic. If he could only see me now he'd be shocked and disappointed. It's a good thing that I don't feel emotions because my old me would be broken if Dean saw me like this.

One of the old man's number one rules is that I can't see Dean or Dad. I have to keep on the down low and hide from them because if I do, the old man would literally kill me.

I trudge out of the hotel bathroom that smells like soap. At least now I don't have to live in a grubby motel that reeks of cigarettes and mold.

I should probably ditch this town; it's starting to get old. People are already starting to know my name.

Suddenly a voice speaks behind me, "Hello Sam."

I turn around and smirk. Finally, I get a case. He is dressed in the same suit as always, a black jacket and pants with a red tie and a white shirt.

"I have a case for you, "His perfect face raises its eye brows and tosses and a file at me.

With my sharp senses I can hear the paper whoosh through the air and land in my hands. I grip the folder tight and skim the pages. Each page is a missing person report, concluding to a total of 4 pages. The last page has the suspect, a guy in his late 20s

"Okay so I have to find this guy and do what exactly?"

"He's a demon that broke a deal with me awhile back. I need you to torture a couple of apologies out of him and then kill him. Back then I went by the name Blake Oconald."

"Demons are pretty serious. I've never actually killed one before, besides how do you kill one, "I calmly ask.

He pulls out a ridged silver knife. It has weird markings on it that I can't read and looks pretty small. How am I supposed to defend myself with this five inch blade?

I don't say anything as I graciously take the knife. He looks at me with a hint of pride and then disappears before I can blink again.

Demons are pretty rare. Even if I do find the dam thing what if other hunters are there? Four killings in the same town is kind of hard to miss.

Rereading the file I sift through the information. It looks like I have a 5 hour drive ahead of me to a small town in Nebraska.

Dean's P.O.V.

It's been 2 months without Sam and the whole time it's been hell. A part of me feels like he's dead, but I'm not going to stop looking until I find at least a body.

Right now I'm sitting on Bobby's couch looking at a blank television screen. Dad has been "looking" for Sam. Well, if you call hunting while calling me to tell me that you didn't see Sam.

Bobby interrupts, "Don't get your hopes up, but I think we might have a sight on Sam. He hands me some pictures of the back head of a kid around Sam's age getting into an expensive black car. I reposition myself on the couch in excitement. This has been the closest we've been finding him yet.

The second picture shows the side of his face. If that is him, he definitely looks different. He's wearing sunglasses and a dress shirt that isn't his style. The picture is blurry but I can depict out the face structure, it looks like Sam.

A deep feeling in my gut tells me that it's him. Maybe I want it to look like him. It doesn't matter. Even if there is a small chance it could be him, we have to check it out.

I ask nervously while staring at the picture intently, "Where was this taken?"

"It was taken in the parking lot of a five star hotel in Minnesota. If you look here-," He points to the license plate of the car he was getting into,"-We can track him down using security cameras."

Eagerness rushes through me as I stand up. I'm going to find Sam. I just hope it's him.

Sam's P.O.V.

Going 20 MPH over the speed limit, I see the welcoming sign of Nebraska. The sooner I get over with this assignment, the sooner I get a new one. I miss the old fashion hunting a werewolf or vampire. I hate fighting anything involving demons because they always remind me of the demon that killed mom.

A chilling tremor jolts through me. Not this again. I can't deal with these cold spells any more. Keeping my eyes on the road I try to not focus on the pain.

By the time I make it to the small town, my teeth are chattering and I'm trembling like am idoit. Due to the smallness of the town they don't have any luxurious hotels. I rush into the parking lot of a motel.

Gasping as another chill rakes through me, I fall out of the car and into the dark night. Not worrying about putting my sunglasses on I stumble into the motel office.

A man who reeks of sweat and filth is sitting a counter reading a sports magazine. Shuddering again I try to compose myself. I cough to get his attention.

He puts down the magazine harshly and whispers to himself, "Looks like someone had a little too much to drink."

Having enough of his attitude, I reach over from the counter top and pull his shirt so that he's looking right at me with fear.

"Listen up, talk to me like that again, I beat the living crap out of you, "I sinisterly snap.

I almost chuckle as his pupils widen with panic. God, He's pathetic. I let him go harshly and he lands with a thud on his chair. I can hear his racing heartbeat so loudly that it makes my mind go blank.

"I'll have a room." I order. He looks at me like a statue, so I yell," Now!"

I bite my tongue when a chilling shudder surges up my body. With shaky hands he hands me a key. I pull out 50 dollars and drop it on the counter.

I almost break the glass door when I slam it shut. If I wasn't going to stay here I would kill that guy.

Feeling worn out I hop onto the motel bed and try to fall asleep as I think about my plan for tomorrow. With my acute senses I can see every dirt grain, smell the stench of cigarette smoke and beer, and I can hear the rustling of leaves outside. Everything reminds me of Dean.

The second I think about him my pain is raised up to pure torture. I whimper as a piercing sting burns like dry ice is being pumped through my veins. At moments like this I wish I wasn't alone.

The more I feel, the more pain I get. I undertake the difficult task of distancing myself from my emotions. I squeeze my eyes shut and accidently let out a ringing scream. It will be over soon…

Dean's P.O.V.

Already on the road I get call from Bobby. I immediately pick up with impatience.

"Dean, I got a sight on Sam. A motel in Nebraska got a shot of him. From what I can tell, it looks like him."

I sigh from relief, "Thank God. I just hope the kid is okay."

"I have to tell you something, but don't go all crazy on me."

"Okay, now tell me," I mutter irritated.

Bobby ignores my annoyed tone and says, "Sam's eyes were different. They were like glowing silver blue, but not like a shape shifter. I can't explain it. All I am saying is that be careful. Sam might not be Sam."

I just hope he's okay. What if something supernatural got to him? Pushing that thought aside, I thank Bobby and hang up. I should call Dad he'd want to know.

Hitting the 1 button, I speed dialed Dad. Dad is going to be thrilled about the news. He must be feeling guiltier than I have about the whole Sam thing.

"Dean what's wrong?"

"Uh, I'm just calling cause I have some great news. We might have a sighting on Sam."

The other line is silent for four seconds before I hear, "That's great."

"He's in Nebraska! Can you believe it? I was just a couple of hours away from the state. We're so close!" I exclaim getting more excited to see Sammy.

"Yeah. I have to go son but one thing first, bring him home."

"Yes sir," I reply.

The call ends and I exhale noisily.

I can't tell if he is happy shocked or just nervous. Maybe both. I'm not going to lie, I was expecting more of happy tears and pure excitement.

Sam's P.O.V.

I open my eyes to see that it's still night time. Deciding that I'm not getting any more sleep, I get ready for the hardest hunt yet.

Okay knife in my hand, holy water in my jeans, and salt can in my jacket pocket; I think I'm ready to go. I exit my car and head into the address the old man gave me. I tiptoe into an old warehouse building that looks like it's going to collapse any moment.

With my ears on high alert I hear rustle behind the door. It's too late to go back now. I inch my hand closer and closer to the handle. If I was normal my heart would be hammering in my chest.

I twist the door handle and creak the door open. I grip my knife tighter as I saunter into the creepy room. In the room, I see a dull light illuminate a chair. As I look closely I can spot dried blood stains.

I freeze when I smell the odor of somebody behind me. I don't know why, but they don't breathe.

With no time to think about it, I attack. The broad man dodges my strike. With the small cloudy light I can see his black eyes. He's the same guy from the photo.

"Look at you Sam without a heart. I bet you wouldn't care if I smoked your brother," He chuckles.

His words only fuel my anger. I step forward to stab him, but he was quicker than me. He punches me several times in the face making me collapse the ground. I can taste the saltiness of my blood on my tongue.

"You're heartbreaking Sam. I mean you're a hunter's kid and you're a monster. How ironic is that?"

I hang my head down waiting for my chance to strike.

He continues, "I've seen some pretty messed up childhoods in my day, but yours tops the cake. Having to hide that fact that your father beats you from poor Dean, that must've been awful. Well I have other things to be doing, it was nice having this chat." He places his hands on my head as if he was going to snap my neck.

I rapidly pull out my knife and plunged it into his chest. His eyes go wide and he joins me on the floor. Blood ushers out onto the ground. I weakly stand up and look down at him.

"Oh yeah, that was for the debt you owe Blake Oconald,"I declare just as the light leaves his eyes.

I sort through the room to find nothing, but a gun. I don't know if it's weird for a demon to carry a gun so I don't question it.

I start to stop when I hear it, a soft whimper. Somebody is alive. I track my way to the source. Each step I take I can hear a faint heart beat get louder and louder.

It takes me to a closet. I unlock the door to see a girl. She looks 17 years old. She's wearing a white dress that's covered in dirt and fresh blood. Not wanting to deal with taking her to the hospital, I hold up the gun. My old self would be devastated to see somebody in pain, but then again I'm a new person. I pull the trigger which follows with a bang. I shoot her again, just in case she didn't die.

Having enough of this place, I head to my car. That took way too long. Hopefully, I can get a new case as soon as possible. Maybe somewhere nicer like Vegas or California

When I get to my motel room, I notice something is different. My already alert body gets ready to fight, if necessary. It could be the old man.

I smell cologne and whiskey. This isn't the old man. This person smells familiar.

I charge into my room and I scan the room. My eyes stop at a man's figure. I flick the lights on and I almost gasp.

"Dean…" My voice is uneasy.

There in the corner is Dean with his leather jacket and a smile on his face.

He can't be here! The old man is going to be so disappointed. I'm not even wearing anything to hide my inhuman eyes.

"You can't be here! Leave now, "When he doesn't move, I start to pace the room, "You're going to get me killed."

"Sammy…your eyes." He grips his gun, but keeps it low just in case.

I almost push him, "LEAVE NOW! I don't want you here!"

His face expression turns from stern to upset. I have to keep reminding myself to not feel emotions or I'll start to get chills.

I look at him with the most hate I can muster up. Why won't he just leave me alone?

"Who's going to hurt you?"

"Don't act concerned. We all know your Dad's little bitch." I sneer.

"You're not Sam."

I retort, "I'm Sam improved. After realizing you weren't going to believe me, I left. Oh and by the way, I wasn't lying about the whole abuse thing. Every day Dad would beat me over and over and when I trusted you enough to believe me, you took dad's side. I'm cool with that now, because I have a new father. I don't need you anymore."

"I'm sorry Sam. I believe you now, just come with me and we can sort things out."

"Talking to you right now is a risk. You're lucky I'm not going to kill you."

I start to leave when I hear a whoosh of air. He's trying to shoot me! I dodge the bullet with grace. Then I notice that the bullet isn't a bullet, it's an arrow. Now he's trying to drug me.

With my pulsating blue eyes, I glare at him. He just crossed a line he won't come back from. Seeing that my attitude has changed he looks a little frightened.

"Please, let's just talk this out. I haven't seen you in forever man."

"You're so desperate and pathetic, "I laugh a little too loud.

"Who is the old man?"

Not really knowing why I'm answering, I say, "He's like my boss, father, and creator. He gave me abilities beyond any human."

Dean's voice cracks, "What abilities?"

"Well, aren't you dying to know? I have super senses. Right now I can hear your heart beating a million miles a minute. It's quite sad actually. And here's the kicker, I don't feel emotions."

Before I could react, I feel a sharp pinch in my neck. God, did he shoot me? He was distracting me this whole time.

I shout loudly, "I'm going to kill you!"

I collapse to my knees and try to fight off the drug. My vision goes blurry and black spots dance my vision. Fight it!

I unwillingly fall into the darkness. The last thing I see before I pass out is Dean's concerned face.