This is part 3 in the 'To Everything' series.

It's my idea of what happens to Sam as he turns demonic and becomes what everyone has been waiting for. Sure to be full of limp/angsty/hurt/evil Sam and worried/hurt/protective/awesome Dean. Bobby's there to as reinforcements as the battle of evil and the fight against it comes to fruition.

NOTE: I haven't been watching the show (gasp and shock) so if I get anything wrong, that's why. I'm getting info from wikipedia, other fanfic I read and episode guides online. Also, I'm going to ignore some things because I don't know enough about the events to get it right. So I'll allude to Dean's death...but nothing definitive and I'm going to ignore angels. I also might accidentally add someone that has been killed, because I didn't know they were dead. As for season, obviously later, like after the current one or something. Yeah, I guess it's kinda alternate verse or whatnot.

Still don't own Supernatural. Not suing would be appreciated. I have no money, I promise, so please just let me use the brilliant characters.

My life got crazy busy, so yeah. Sorry this is taking so long. I promise I will finish it though.

Thanks for reading and reviewing. The reviews keep me going, seriously.

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They stopped just outside of the old iron gates. The cemetery had been abandoned years before, the old stone church still sat in the corner of the property. It's once beautiful windows were darkened by grime and dust and the stone was as gray as dead flesh. Dean got out of the car and glanced back at Jim and Cadence in the other car. She was pale with fear.

He walked over to her window. "Jim, cover this car in protection and park it back by the road, but still in sight. I don't want them getting her." He turned to Cadence. "You will stay in this car. Understand me?"

She nodded. "I can help."

"You're the line of defense. I don't want to see you out there unless we're all dead, or damn close. Got it?"

"Yes." She leaned back in the seat.

"Good." Dean winked at her.

Jim climbed out of the car and began to draw protections on the car. Dean watched for a second before he walked back towards Bobby and Ruby. They were arming themselves with what they could find in the trunk, which was well stocked as usual. Dean loaded his gun with silver and tucked it in the waistband of his jeans.

"Anything yet?" He glanced over at Ruby.

"No. Consider this the calm."

Dean looked over his shoulder at the road. "Will it just be Sam, or will his new friends be helping?"

Ruby met Dean's eyes. "That's up to Sam. For our sake, I hope it's just him. That will be bad enough."

There was a flash of fear in her eyes so brief that Dean wondered if it was there at all. He hoped that he was imagining things and turned back to the trunk. It was overcast, darker than it should be, and it fit the mood of the upcoming events of the day. Dean repressed a shiver that ran up his spine and slipped a flask of holy water into his pocket. He took a breath and pushed away all the memories of that he had of Sammy. He focused on only being a hunter, it was the only way to save Sam.

Dean slammed the trunk closed and leaned against it with his palms pressed against the cold metal. Bobby and Ruby stood nearby. They were tense, muscles tight and nerves stretched. Jim came over with his battered bible and rosary in one hand. He met Dean's eyes with a grim determination.

Dean walked over to the car where Cadence waited. She rolled down her window as he grew closer. They didn't speak for a few minutes.

"Can I save him?" Dean said so quietly that Cadence wondered if she was meant to hear.

"Too many unknowns." She met his eyes. "But if he can be saved, then it will be by your hands."

"Thanks."

She reached through the open window and rested her hand on his. Dean let the moment stay before he turned back to the cemetery. Cadence rolled up her window and watched him walk away. He walked back to Bobby, Jim and Ruby to wait.

They didn't have long.

A sleek car pulled up the dirt road and stopped in the shadows. Sam and Damas got out, dark light shined from their eyes. Dean noticed how Sam had slimmed down to nothing but compact muscle. An icy smile appeared on Sam's face as he saw his brother for the first time in months.

"Dean." Sam's voice was as cold as his smile.

Dean swallowed and straightened. "Sam." His eyes flicked to Damas.

"Have your army stand down and I'll have mine do the same." Sam continued towards his brother.

"Fine." Dean took a step forward.

Sam gestured towards the cemetery like he was ushering someone into a beautiful room. "After you, big brother."

Dean wasn't afraid, he could see fear in Bobby and Jim's eyes as he passed them, but he wasn't afraid at all. Ruby and Sam stared each other down as they passed, seeing in the other what they could be. Sam and Dean walked into the cemetery and stood among the cracked and decaying headstones. The tall grass tangled around their boots. They stood a few feet away from each other.

"Where've you been, Sam?" Dean was trying to gage how much of the Sam he remembered was still in there.

"Learning all manner of dark things." He paused. "I could kill you now without moving a muscle."

"Why haven't you, then?"

Something flickered for a second in Sam's eyes. "Because I want to see you fight, I want your last moments to be fighting for me. You'll die, of course, and I will enjoy watching."

"My life for yours? That's easy." Dean's eyes were hard, determined.

He smiled, but it did nothing to reassure Dean that everything would end up all right. "What have you been up to? Though, I can probably guess."

"Looking for you."

He held his arms out. "Here I am. Not quite what you expected?"

"As long as you're alive."

Sam took a step forward. "But there are so many things that are worse than death. You know that as well as anyone."

"Yeah and losing you tops the list." His tone was hard despite the sentiment behind the words.

"Weakness." Sam spat. "I could kill you without moving an inch."

The comment was intended to chill Dean's blood in his veins, to hit him at his weaknesses and to distract him. Thing was, Dean had always been able to read Sam, even when his kid brother was a mere shadow of himself. Dean had mentally prepared himself for this conversation and fight for weeks. His blood didn't run cold and he wasn't distracted. He would save Sam, if it was the last thing he did.

Dean met his brother's eyes. "So why haven't you?"

Sam hesitated for a moment. "That would be no fun. I want to see you fight for your last breath."

He didn't miss the way his little brother hesitated, the way something familiar flickered in his dark eyes. The threat seemed almost empty.

Dean wasn't the only one that noticed. Damas took a step towards Sam. He looked back at the demon and his eyes flashed.

"No." Sam's voice was low, dangerous. "I said I don't need you."

"Samuel." Damas's tone was smooth. "Do as you wish."

"I know that already. You know, I don't think I need you at all." Sam snapped his fingers.

Pain flashed in Damas's eyes and he staggered back. Sam had locked his dark gaze on the man's struggling figure. A slight smile graced Sam's lips and the sight chilled Dean more effectively than the wind that had come up.

"You knew this day would come." Sam spoke as though it was a tremendous effort. "So don't look so surprised."

"Samuel." Damas choked out. "You're making enemies."

"I can handle it and that scares you."

Damas collapsed to the ground. His breath seemed to catch in his lungs and then he was still. Sam wavered for a moment and almost fell himself. He turned back to Dean.

"Sorry about the delay." A thin line of blood dripped from Sam's nose. "Oh, and your friends will stay where they are. Unless they want to meet the same end."

"Understood." Dean wanted to glance back at them, but he didn't.

Sam closed his eyes and took a slow breath. Dean watched all of this and was silently separating what he knew to be his kid brother and what was different. His hand tightened around the flask of holy water in his pocket and he wondered if it would do anything at all. He didn't know how to fight this, Sam wasn't possessed, this was Sam now. The prophecies had been fulfilled and Hell's son had come into his proper place.

Dean would drag him back if he had to.

Finally, Sam opened his eyes. "Where were we?"

Dean met his brother's eyes. "You were telling me why you hadn't killed me yet."

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NOTE: Thanks for reading along with this experiment. I'm not sure how I felt about these past few chapters and first 3 parts of the story, but I think they needed to be written. The next parts will be quite full of injured Sam and Dean (yay!) and both brothers dealing with what happened. This won't be a death fic, so don't worry about that. Thanks again for reading.

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