A/N: I acknowledge that the council has made a decision, but as it's a stupid ass decision I have elected to ignore it.
Sam blinked slowly, groaning against the pain in his head. He was in the basement, tied to a chair in the center of the room. From what he could see he was alone, but Sam knew better than to believe that. They were everywhere, even if he couldn't see them.
Sam let his head roll on his shoulders, to tired and dizzy to keep it upright. He let it fall forward, resting his chin on his sternum. Sam's eyes slowly slid shut, his eyelids just to heavy to remain open.
"Ah, ah, ah. Don't do that. I want you wide awake for the moment your brother walks down those stairs. I want you to watch the life leave his eyes." A hand rested on Sam's shoulder as one of the creatures walked around him, standing before Sam. He took Sam's chin in his hand, forcing the boy to look at him, "There is nothing more satisfying in the world than watching those who are evil get what they deserve. You can compare the feeling to when you open that present that you always wanting on Christmas day. The sudden rush of adrenaline and the thrill as you rip back the paper, the sheer joy when you see the gift for the first time. That is but a mere fraction of what I feel every time I see the filth of the earth destroyed."
The creature let go of Sam's face, letting his head drop back down to his chest, "But you wouldn't understand. You believe that I am the monster, the thing that children should be afraid of at night, the creature hiding in their closet. What you really should be afraid of are the people that you walk past in the streets. They are the real evil in the world, unadulterated, pure, raw corruption. I have seen the inside of mans mind, oh the things that I have seen. Have you ever looked into the gates of Hell? I have and they are nothing compared to man. Man is creative, far beyond anything that God in all his majesty could have ever made. They have strayed so far away that there is not a single ounce of goodness left in them. If given the choice man would destroy each other in the most violent and gruesome ways possible. Tearing them apart limb from limb without a thought. You have seen this, learned of it, read it in those books that you love so very much. There have been countless tales of the brutality of mankind and yet you are still allowed to thrive and take over the world.
That is why I am here, to make sure that no one has the chance to become something like that again, going from town to town, ridding them of the filth, of the maggots, the festering wounds that plague humanity. I am the purge, the cleansing that the world needs and I am never going to stop. No one can stop me."
Dean stood before the staircase, staring into the darkness below him. He didn't know what stopped him but he couldn't make himself take the first step down those rickety pieces of wood. He kept telling himself that Sam was down there and that he needed him, retelling himself time and time again that it was his duty as a big brother, he had to look after the idiot, there was no one else to do it.
The first step that he took seemed to break the spell, each step becoming easier as he slowly went down into the depths of the house, his gun held out before him, spear once again tied to his back.
"Sam?" He glanced around the room, his gun going everywhere that his eyes went.
There was a frenzied grunting coming from the center of the room just beyond his vision. Dean turned in the direction of the noise, slowly moving forward as he repeated, "Sam?"
Sam finally came into his vision, bond and gagged to a sturdy wooden chair, his eyes wide, head shaking furiously back and forth. Dean barely had time to react to the two bodies leaping from the shadows, one from his left and one from his right.
They both hit Dean with enough force to knock him to the ground, gun flying into the darkness. One held him down while the other, with a joyous grin, beat him, punches landing on his torso and face, the odd foot crunching his arms and legs. Dean cried out, feeling his wrist crunching under the things heel.
"Enough." The voice was commanding, making the one ceased his beating instantly, the other letting go of Dean, both backing off of their prey with malicious grins. The owner of the voice walked into the faint light that Dean was lying in.
This man was far larger than any of the others, easily twice their size, towering over his brothers, his head bent as not to hit the ceiling. His eyes glowed brighter than the rest, one gold and one silver. He walked towards Dean, crouching down so he was closer to the writhing human on the floor. With one hand he stroked the side of Dean's face, a thumb tracing the beginnings of a terrible black eye.
The creature sighed, as if the situation was something that distressed him, "Oh Dean, things didn't have to come to this. All we wanted was you; it was simple, straightforward. You didn't have to go and complicate things, drag your innocent brother into this. Now look where we are. You have murdered five of my brothers and you have brought suffering and pain to yours. You have indeed brought this upon yourself; I have not seen such a deserving human in such a long time. You deserve to know that your brother will watch you die, slowly, painfully, as sinners earn with each strike they cast on themselves, then die in the same manner, the sins of the brother passed on to the next.
But this doesn't have to happen Dean, if you give up now, we will take you away, let your brother go free. You refuse and I shall torture your brother before your helpless eyes until you beg for us to take you in his place. Once he is on the brink of death we shall, doing the same to you, making sure that he watches every single drop of crimson blood drip from your skin. Once you are broken we shall kill you, leaving your brother for dead. If he survives he is stronger than most, the lucky of the few. The choice is up to you Dean. Your brothers life depends on you now."
Dean listened, tears starting to line his eyes. Shifting his gaze to Sam he nodded, the words slipping out of his mouth, "Take me. Do what you want, just don't touch another hair on his head."
Sam began struggling again, the words that he was trying to say muffled by the gag. The chair rocked back and forth on the cement floor, finally tipping over on its side, Sam hitting hard, his collarbone breaking under the impact.
His eyes met Dean's, begging for him to change his mind. Dean could only hold his gaze for a few seconds before looking away, the guilt filling up his chest.
"Take him away," the largest one spoke again, the two smaller ones taking Dean roughly up the stairs, practically dragging him up each step, Dean's legs beating against the wooden steps.
The larger one stayed with Sam, waiting until Dean was out of his sight before turning to him. He came close to Sam, one hand going to the back of his neck, "I am sorry Sam, but you know that I can not let you live. I must purge the earth of filth in its entirety and you have been around your brother for far too long."
A/N 2: Please, just trust me on this okay?