"Every Rainbow is a promise kept by GOD."

A/N: A little something different.. Dean's P.O.V.

And his thoughts are not nice….

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Chapter 3.

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Sam thought he could judge him?.. Thought he could lock him in here and there'd be no repurcussions?

Sammy Boy was wrong.

There'd be hell to pay..

As soon as Dean could get his strength back that was.

Crowley was right.

Having Humanity added to the mix, sucks.. It strips away all of the fun and adds whispering words of self-recriminations…

But Dean wasn't going to let his conscience fool him into thinking this whole getting cured thing was the right thing to do.

Being a demon and having no woes was WAY more fun than having all of these sickly, pathetic little human, feelings taking his soul and trying to make him 'good' and human again..

Sam was just simply pathetic.. Dean could see that now.. The way Sam fought so hard.. Practically warring with his own darkness just to try to stay some kind of semblance of good.. Dean wanted to roll his eyes.. His brother was weak… Because he couldn't just let himself go one hundred percent into the destiny that was written for him..

Sam could be a King.. He could have all of Hell gladly following behind him against any foe… Yet Sam had spit in the face of what had been given to him on a silver platter.

Some Boy King, Sam had turned out to be.

Dean had far more potential as a leader, as a ruler, as a King, than Sam could or would ever have.. Because Sammy Boy fought too hard against becoming completely evil.

Dean had seen it in Sam.. Every single sin Sam held himself accountable for.. Flickering little shadows of self-doubt that tainted the pure brightness of Sam's soul.. But Sam had no clue what the souls of other looked like.. If he did, Sam would know that he is so far from 'bad' or 'evil' that the struggle Sam puts himself through, all that drama, that Sam carries on his shoulders, it's all pointless.. The kid's got about as much darkness in him as hundred watt light bulb, while other people's souls look like the inky depths of deep space… Sam always was over melodramatic..

Which had made it easy for Dean to pick at every little thing Sam felt guilty for…

The demon blood.

Leaving him for dead in Purgatory.

Letting him get turned by a Vampire.

Setting Lucifer free.

Oh, yeah.. And Stanford…

Really couldn't ever let Stanford go… Because that was one thing that Sam really tortures himself over. Maybe because of Jessica.. Maybe because of something else.. But whatever.. Dean wasn't above using it..

Humans are so petty.. Now that he's a demon, he doesn't even really get what the big deal had been about any of Sam's faux-pa's.

Sam went away to college.. BIG Whoop-Dee-Doo!.. Why had it caused such a huge fallout?, That's what kids are supposed to do, grow up and fly away from the nest.. Yeah, he remembers what his human self, had once said about how kids should never leave their families… But that was back when his stupid, pathetic and petty, Humanity, mucked things up.

And yeah, Sam had drank demon blood.. Dean would have to use both his hands and his feet to count the number of times he had done drugs that were harder than just the recreational stuff.. Like the time he snorted a line of cocaine off of Stacy Gillham's stomach when he was twenty-five all because he was actually hoping to OD just so he might have a chance of getting his dad to stick around for more than two days at a time for once. But he hadn't OD'd and his dad had went off on a hunt without him anyway, despite the fact that he had been more than old enough to go along.. Hell, he had been old enough to go alone, so he still couldn't get why his dad had kept telling him that he couldn't be a part of whatever hunts he was going on.

Dean guesses his dad had probably been just another pathetic human like Sam was a pathetic human. Like Dean himself had once been a pathetic human.

Jo's spirit had been right. Things really do get clearer after you die.

And now that the old Dean was dead, the new Dean was one hundred percent done with letting Humanity taint him…

After five days of being hauled into the dungeon, chained down and injected with syringes of human blood over and over again for eight hours, Dean was sick and tired of it..

Not only of being man handled while he couldn't use any of his fun new powers to defend himself, but of Sam's bitchy attitude.. His pathetic brother had yet to say a single word to him ever since this whole thing began almost a week ago and it was pissing Dean off to no end that Sam was trying to keep him from gaining anything negative from him for his powers to feed off of, and each day after the cure took hold he only had enough strength left for feeling guilty for what being demonic made him feel and do… Then he spent hours being pathetic and human and trying to fight the seduction of the demonic power. But the demonic side of him always won out.. Because deep down.. Even the human side of Dean knew what he wanted.

And it wasn't to be human…

TBC…