Chapter Eighteen- The Confrontation

A smile spread across Naomi's face. "Good work, Sammy."

Dean's gaze switched between Sam and Naomi. "Hold up. You mean he is the Anti-Christ?" He nodded his head towards the television screen.

Sam ignored Dean's question, focusing on Naomi. "I'm assuming he's your 'new friend'?"

Naomi nodded approvingly at the screen. "The last surviving demon spawn."

Dean asked, "What happened to the others?"

Naomi shrugged, her eyes glued to the face smiling at the reporter off camera. "Killed. There can only be one."

Sam paused for a moment. "All of them are dead?"

The brothers exchanged a look. The image of a boy from a case long ago floated to the surface of Dean's memory. He could still remember how Jesse had reminded him so much of himself at his age. The weeks of sleepless nights that had followed the boy's disappearance was something Dean had never quite forgotten. His hands balled into fists.

Naomi's eyes broke away from the screen and met the brothers'. She smiled smugly. "Every last one."

Sam growled, "So, what? This guy is now the one to end the world?"

Naomi smile grew wider. "No, Sam. He isn't the snowball. He's the avalanche. He's the one that is going to destroy the world."

Dean asked, already knowing the answer as the words left his lips, "Who's the snowball then?"

Naomi's smile melted into a smirk. "Why, it's Sammy."

Dean looked over at his brother, whose head was now slumped towards the ground. Sam's hair blocked Dean's view of his face, but Dean could see the muscles in Sam's arms tightening, his whole posture stiffening. Sam was preparing a defense for the onslaught that was about to come.

Naomi slowly walked towards Sam, cooing, "It's okay, Sam. You messed up. It happens." She shrugged nonchalantly, the smirk lengthening. "Your screw up just started the end of the world, and humanity as we know it, is all."

Sam's head snapped up. He hissed through his teeth, "Shut up."

Naomi stood before Sam, searching his eyes. She soothed, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear, "You did what you thought was right. How could someone be mad at you for that?"

Sam's eyes flicked towards Dean before returning back to Naomi. It didn't get past either of them.

"Ah. Dean found a way though, didn't he?" She leaned in, whispering in Sam's ear, "He doesn't understand, does he? He refuses to understand."

Dean yelled, "Shut up!"

She didn't take her eyes off Sam. "See? He won't even deny it. He doesn't care about what you have to say or what apologies you have to make. To him, you're just the baby brother who leaves behind messes that everyone else has to clean up."

Dean attempted to lunge at her again, hoping the rope would break. No dice. "I swear to God, if you don't shut your mouth-"

Naomi interrupted, sidestepping to stand in front of Dean, "What, Dean? What are you going to do? We both know you couldn't do anything, not while I'm in her." She pulled the demon knife out from the back of her pants and waved it in front of his face. "I could put this in your hands right now and wouldn't even sweat." She rose up on her tippy toes and pushed the knife into his hands. "See. Not a drop."

Dean retorted, "Bite me."

Naomi winked. "Don't tempt me."

She looked to Sam again. "Tell me, Sam. When did you first figure out Dean has a little crush on Naomi?"

Sam and Dean looked at each other. Naomi faked a gasp and covered her mouth. "Oops. Did I let the cat out of the bag? Sorry, I can't resist a good love triangle."

Sam didn't break eye contact with Dean as he said evenly, "The night the spirit came into her room."

Dean started, "Sam, listen to me-"

Naomi cut him off, stepping in between the brothers and blocking Dean's view of Sam. "Let's be honest, Sam. Everyone in this room knows she's a Sam girl. Since the moment you laid eyes on her, you knew she was up your alley." She held a strand of hair between her fingers, as if examining it for split ends. "Girl Next Door personality, religious…and a redhead." She looked over her shoulder, slyly winking at Dean. "Not Dean's type by any means."

Sam looked over Naomi's shoulder, making eye contact with Dean. They held each other's gaze. Dean wished for Sam's eyes to soften, for the cold they contained to subside. Sam, you have to understand. It just happened. I'm sorry!

She stood close to Sam, her cheek grazing his as she turned towards Dean. She whispered, as she slid a hand slowly up his arm, "He hasn't trusted you since Ruby. He treats you like a ticking time bomb, waiting to explode and destroy everything in your blast radius."

Sam broke eye contact with Dean and stared at the ground. Naomi continued, "To him, you're just little Sammy, only good for filling up the shotgun seat. He doesn't trust you." She met Dean's eyes again as she hissed, "He doesn't trust you with her."

Dean watched his brother's hands ball up into fists and his back straighten. When their eyes met again, Sam's eyes brimmed with hot tears and all traces of the cold was gone. All what remained was the heat of rage. Dean was speechless.

Naomi walked up to Dean, spinning his torso towards her. He clenched his jaw, wishing he had some holy water to water board her in.

She turned to Sam and said, "Imagine it, Sam." She then turned towards Dean and looked down.

When she looked up again, she had changed. Her posture, her expressions, everything. Every trace of Meg was gone, replaced with every trace of Naomi again. Her eyes were wide, just like Dean remembered them. She tentatively placed her hands on his chest and slowly slid them up around his neck, sending chills down his back. She leaned forward and whispered tenderly, a gentle smile on her lips, "I love you, Dean Winchester."