Title: The World is Not Enough

Prompt: Written for jennytork on livejournal: SPN, Dean + Sam, Dean was sleeping in Sammy's crib with him that night - so the demon infected them both.

Note: Title borrowed from the James Bond movie and Madonna's song of the same title.

Azazel was amused to find two tiny precious souls sharing the crib when he reached the Winchester nursery.

Peering over the crib, he could only chuckle at the picture of innocence that he was about to destroy. A single errant sound. The noise woke the baby, but the little boy slept on with one arm thrown protectively over his brother.

Azazel brushed blond hair back from the boy's face admiring the fine features so like he remembered Mary Campbell's. Too old, but oh what a tasty treat he would have been . . .

Azazel was reminded of his task when the infant begins to cry, and the sniffling is cut short by the blood offering.

"John?"

"Shhh," he soothed without turning to the woman that Mary Campbell had grown into. There's nothing sweeter than the moment when she turns away-the huntress sacrificing her children on an altar of normality.

Azazel had finished his business with Samuel Winchester, but he paused to run a hand through the boy's blond hair once more. And before he realized what he's doing, he'd lifted the child out of the crib and tucked him close to his chest.

This was the boy who will grow up to end Azazel, by the boy's own prophecy. It'd be easy to dispose of him now.

But it would be so much more fun to teach Mary Campbell a lesson; Azazel grinned as feet thundered up the stairs and down the hall.

Forget him? Forget Azazel?

"You!"

Too little, too late.

With his rapt audience trapped on the ceiling, Azazel repeated his ritual, smearing blood over the sleeping boy's mouth. With a snap of his fingers, the woman is gutted, and Sam begins to scream.

Azazel shoved his little waking weapon back in the crib to cower with his brother. Let John Winchester find his bloody-mouthed eldest, helpless baby, and dead wife like this, he thought, grinning widely.

Then let the world burn.