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"Oh I'm sorry Dean. Daddy can't come to the phone right now. He's tied up at the moment," The voice was slow and calm.

"If you know what's good for you you'll let my dad go right now you no good son of a-" Dean was interrupted by a low chuckle on the other end.

"Oh Dean! You don't know how great it is to hear your hollow threats. Now look, as fun as this little chat has been, I need to speak to Sammy."

Dean cringed as he heard his brother's nickname coming from the lips of a demon. He looked over to Sam who was focusing in on him like a bloodhound.

"I should warn you. I'm not very patient." The demon whispered. Dean could hear a sharp cry of pain in the background. He reluctantly handed the phone to his brother.

"They want to talk to you."

Sam stared at the phone like it was a poisonous snake. It was all he could do to take it from Deans hand and bring it to his ear.

"Sammy."

Sam tensed, "What do you want ?"

"That's a great question Sam, but I think you already know the answer. Now look, I'd be happy to give your father back. To be honest, he's not that much fun to play with. Dean can have him back if you agree to take his place."

Sam's mind was racing. It made him sick to think about returning to the hell he had been living but he also knew that he couldn't let his dad suffer in his place. It wasn't his dad's fault that he was a monster.

"When?" Sam asked.

"Tonight, there's an abandoned shack off the old highway. I'd say come alone but I know you're idiotic brother will be there too. And if you don't come…well I think you know what happens. I'm not too sure how your daddy would react to our…treatments."

"We'll be there."

Sam hung up the phone and looked to Dean who was waiting for an explanation.

"They want to make a switch. Dad for me."

"Hell no!"

Sam sat down on the edge of the bed. A look of defeat was pasted on his face.

"It's fine Dean, it's better this way."

"Stop it Sammy! We'll find another way, we'll-"

"Dean." Sam looked up to his brother with the classic puppy dog eyes. "There's something you need to know."

Dean sat down on the bed opposite his brother.

"Dean, do you know why I was taken four years ago?"

"Because demons are evil and they've got beef with us killing them off like flies?"

"It's because…because…look I'm not like you and Dad. I've been trying to fight it my whole life even before I knew what it was. I've always felt…different."

Dean knew what Sam was talking about, his brother had always felt like a freak. When they were kids Dean would use that term jokingly but then after a few bad experiences with bullies it was pushed out of the brothers vocabulary. Dean had never seen anything odd about his brother, maybe he was a little small or he liked to read more than most kids but nothing completely out of the ordinary.

"Sammy, you aren't-"

"I'm a freak Dean. And not in a good way. I'm sure the demons have told Dad already and I'm almost positive that he already knew anyways, and that's why he was so tough on me."

"Already knew what?"

"Dean, I'm evil."

Now at this Dean had to laugh a little. It wasn't a funny conversation at all, but Sam, evil? That was funny. His baby brother was the best person he knew.

"I'm serious. Dean, the reason they took me was because of my destiny."

"Your destiny?"

"It's hard to explain. Mostly because I know that after I tell you this you will hate me."

"I could never hate you Sammy."

"Don't be so sure." Sam sighed and started his story. "That night in the nursery, Mom died because of me. The demon wasn't there for her, she just got caught in the crossfire. The demon who killed her, Azazel, was there to feed me his blood. Every where we went after that the demons were watching us, they were sneaking demon blood into my diet whether it was through school cafeteria food, diner food, or whatever other crap we were eating. Dean, I've always had this..this plague inside of me. When they told me, at first I thought they were lying, even when they showed me I didn't believe it. It wasn't until they took it away from me. Dean they cut me off, took away the blood, and it almost killed me. So, I don't know Dean, I mean, maybe this is for the best. You and dad, you'll be better off…without me."

Dean couldn't believe what he was hearing. Sam was staring at him, waiting for something, anything, but Dean couldn't speak.

"I know it sounds crazy-"

"Sam, it doesn't sound crazy. It is crazy." Dean was up on his feet now, pacing in front of his little brother, "What you're telling me is that you're some kind of…demon blood junkie?" Dean as practically yelling now, "And you're actually thinking you should go back to that life?"

"Go back? Dean I'm still in it." Sam could feel Dean's eyes searching him.

"Sam. You can change, we can-"

"Dean, you're not listening, this is who I am. I can't change. It's part of the plan. It's destiny."

"Did they brainwash you too? There's always a way man, always." Dean dropped down so that he was at Sam's eye level. "We will figure this out. I'm not going to let you go back to them."

"We have to get Dad."

"And we will. But I'm not leaving you behind." Dean stood and gripped his brother's shoulder. "Understood?"

Sam understood that his brother meant well, but he also knew there was no way the three Winchesters would get out of this together. The demons had shown him his path, and as much as he hated to admit it, there was no stopping the future.

He was a monster, and he always would be. It was either that or death.

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