Authors note: I made this chapter quickly and I don't really have time to edit it completely. Sorry for the mistakes.
The second I open my eyes, I know that I'm being restrained. Dammit! How could I let a human get the jump on me?
I'm in Bobby's living room strapped to a table that looks like a gurney and I can hear faint talking. Using my sharp senses I try to tune into their conversation.
"Bobby, you didn't see him. He wasn't Sam," I'm guessing that's Dean's voice.
Bobby's gruff voice says a little bit annoyed," I know you don't want to hear this, but he probably isn't possessed. It might just be a darker side of him."
"Whatever. If it is him, then he won't be affected by salt or iron. We can do a couple of tests." Dean's voice is soon followed by pounding footsteps.
I struggle to get the straps off me as I hear them come closer and closer. This is my only chance! Once they realize I'm awake, they'll never leave my side. My arms burn as I try to wiggle my way out. Feeling more frustrated than ever, I push a little bit harder in hopes of the bind snapping.
The second Dean walks in the door, he knows I'm awake. I can only watch as Dean walks up to me with a disappointed stare.
Great, here we go again with the conflicted feelings. Seeing Dean again gives me a spark of fire that is only replaced by my cold spells. I know I can feel one coming on. Usually, when I think about hate, I can postpone it for longer. I muster up all the hate I feel towards my dad and I channel it throughout my body. I instantly feel a little bit better.
Dean strides over to me and dumps water on me. Wait, never mind, he dumped holy water on me. I laugh a little. He really thinks I'm a demon.
After throwing salt at me and touching my skin with iron, I can see the defeat in his eyes. I don't know what is going to be funnier. The reaction on Dean's face when he realizes I'm his little brother or the reaction on his face when the old man comes to save me.
Pulling me from my thoughts, I feel a huge pinch on my arm. Dean slices my arm with a knife and steps back to watch my blood. You'd think he would go easy on me since I'm his brother. I grind my teeth, to hold back the long string of swears going through my head.
As if on cue, crimson blood gushes out and drips onto the table.
I sneer, "Happy?"
I can see the infuriation in Dean's eyes as he yells, "Give me back my brother, you son of a bitch!" He steps towards me as if he was going to punch me, but Bobby holds him down.
I grin with satisfaction. It's not like he's actually going to hurt me. I might get a punch here and there, but Dean would never hurt me, possessed or not.
"I am Sam thank you very much. You just don't want to believe it, "I state the truth and watch his reaction.
He frowns at me with tears rimming his eyes. I can't help, but feel a pang of sympathy. Dean has been looking out for me my whole life. Why am I acting like this?
I accidentally let a scream out as my body is engulfed in freezing fire. My whole essence is overwhelmed with pain. The world around me fades into an endless darkness and I immediately try focusing on distancing myself from my emotions.
Even though my eyes are shut, I can feel Dean's comforting hands on my arm. Which might I add, is making my pain worse. My body shakes in icy shivers, hurting my already sore muscles.
"Sammy, what's wrong? Sam look at me!" I can hear a distant Dean yell.
"Don't touch me!" I manage to say between gasps.
As the pain settles down, I'm left with my body sweating and shivering, like somebody on drugs.
Dean's P.O.V.
I can't take seeing Sammy like this. He's evil and cold. The thing that bothers me the most is that he looks at me with hate. I didn't even know he was capable of feeling hate. He's always the person who feels sympathy for all things, even monsters. I don't know what I'm going to do anymore.
Right now Sam is crying out in pain and I can't do a thing about it. I've never felt so useless. No matter what I do, nothing will help. I even tried to calm him down by touching him, but he yelled at me to not touch him. This couldn't be Sam. He's never denied my attempts to comfort him.
Even Bobby is dumbfounded. Just as I'm about to go insane, Sam's tremors gradually diminish. I can feel the coldness emanating from his gangly body.
His piercing blue eyes making its way to me and I can see a hint of fear. My whole life, I've been protecting him from feeling any sort of terror and here we are. I'm a failure.
Suddenly, I hear a whoosh of air, followed by a gasp from Sam. I quickly turn around to see a man in a suit. He looks like a guy with a big ego. Maybe it's his confident smirk or his fancy attire. Ether or, I don't like him.
He glares at Sam with a dissatisfied expression and declares, "Now look, the family is back together again."
Seeing this as my chance to get some answers I yell," What did you do to him?"
He removes his stare from Sam who is cowering in shame, "I gave him a home. A meaning for his life, "He raises his voice slightly.
"He had a family! He had me!"
He bitterly speaks the truth, "You were never home and you know how John treated him. He was alone and if you think that's family, then you are more messed up than I thought."
I was stunned. What could I say to that? It was true. I wasn't there for him when he needed me the most. I didn't protect him.
With Sam's heavy glare, I straighten my composure. I have to stay strong, for Sam even if he's a soulless douchebag right now.
"Fix him," I practically beg.
"You really think it's going to be that easy. If you're looking for an exchange, one can be made," He takes a step forward as if to seem more intimidating.
Bobby cuts in, "What kind of exchange?"
He turns his body slightly towards Bobby who stands strong. Sam's eyes hold a hint of panic and I can see him slightly trying to get out of his restraints. I tied those myself, he's not going anywhere.
"Kill John Winchester and the old Sam is all yours."
My breath hitches in my throat and I have to force air into my lungs.
Even now, a part of me doesn't believe that dad would hurt Sam. He's never laid a finger on me, but I know it's the truth. Dad hurt Sam. I can't even comprehend those words, but I still know that they are true.
With one big exhale I manage to say, "Okay deal."
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