Sam was pretty sure that he hadn't heard any sounds in the bunker recently, except for his own while he was drinking himself to death. So it was quite surprising when he heard a shattering noise in the living room.
He rushed down there of course and found someone out there who he'd never expected to see. It was his brother Dean, he was alive. Dean wasn't facing him though, so he could only see Dean's back.
"Dean?" Sam called out to his brother, wanting to make absolutely sure that it was him.
Dean, though, stayed where he was so Sam decided to take a step forward but just as he did, Dean's voice said, "Don't."
His voice sounded pained and slightly conflicted which, for Sam, was all the more reason to step forward.
"Dean?!" Sam tried calling out to him louder. He saw Dean's shoulder's tense and his hands ball up into fists.
"Dean, how the hell are you alive? What happened?"
Sam could swear that he could see Dean shaking and he stepped forward again to get closer to his brother.
"Dean," Sam gently said, "Talk to me, man…please!"
He took one last step towards Dean, so that he was inches away from him when Dean lashed out. Dean gripped Sam's neck tighter, and stronger than any regular human could as he gritted out, "I said don't."
Saying those words, he let go of Sam, pushing him away with a force that made Sam fall and feel as if all the air had been knocked out of him. What terrified him, though, were the eyes. They were black with not a hint of green in them.
"Dean?" Sam questioned, not knowing what else to say. He remained frozen in his place, not wanting to get up or do anything else for that matter. He wanted Dean to make the first move.
"Sam?" Dean mimicked Sam's voice and snickered. As he suddenly appeared right in front of Sam, Sam flinched and tried to slide backwards, wanting to keep a safe distance between him and his brother.
Dean rolled his eyes at his brother's response, not really caring that much, "I'm a Demon, Sam. Face the fact and move on."
"But….how?" Sam managed to splutter out.
"It was the blade," Dean grinned a demonic grin, "It brought me back to life."
Sam was in pure shock. Of all the times that his brother had died and been brought back to life, he had never thought that the result could ever be so extreme that it could turn his brother into a Demon.
Before Sam could even start to think of a proper response, Dean yawned and with a bored expression on his face said, "Well, I gotta go. It was nice meetin' you li'l bro," Dean said with a wink.
Finally finding his voice, Sam called out, "Wait! Where are you going?"
Dean rolled his eyes as he replied, "To the parlour! Where do you think I'm goin'?"
When Sam shrugged his shoulders, Dean covered his face with his palm and resisted the urge to want to kill his little brother, though he had no idea why.
Sighing he said, "I'm a Demon, Sam. I'm going to go kill some people and cause destruction. Bye."
Just like that Dean was gone, leaving Sam in the bunker all alone, with silence as his only companion.
Sam didn't know how long it was until he finally managed to stop the tears from flowing out of his eyes while drinking at the same time, but he did. He dragged himself down to the basement where all the old spell books were stored. He was going to find a way to turn Dean back into a human and what better way to do that than to find a spell in these ancient spell books.
Sam took the first dusty old book that he could find and started leafing through it. By the time it was dark, he still hadn't found anything of use. He threw the tenth book that he'd gone through angrily on the floor and sat in his chair with a sigh. As he stood up after he'd calmed down and picked the book up off of the floor, he saw the page that the book had opened at.
A spell that can change the past…..hmmmm.