GOOD AFTERNOON DEAREST CHUMS AND CHUMMETTES!!!! ITS TIME TO WRAP THIS BABY UP!!!! First order of business:

For those of you who have stuck around and read my madness for this entire trilogy, I THANK YOU FROM THE BOTTOM OF MY HEART!!! Jules and Cooldudet, this is you!!! For any new readers, i look forward to reading your comments and I hope you enjoy my story :)

Second...
For any new readers, I HIGHLY reccomend reading this story's predecessors: Dark Descent(number 1) and Dead Men Tell No Tales(number 2), if just to catch up and understand whats happened thus far.. These are the links: Dark Descent- http://z14.invisionfree.com/Supernatural/i...showtopic=31560 Dead Men Tell No Tales- http://z14.invisionfree.com/Supernatural/i...showtopic=37139
Whether you read those two is up to you, but if not, heres a basic outline of what's happened so far...
DARK DESCENT: This takes place as an alternate to Azazel taking the Special Kids and pitching them against one another; here, he's testing them individually. The winner becomes his apprentice. Sam and Dean are on Azazel's trail when they meet Claire, a young hunter whose parents were also murdered by YED, but under different circumstances. At first, Claire and Dean hate each other with a passion, but later discover that they in fact like each other a lot more than they're letting on. This doesn't sit to well with Sam, especially as he's been getting visions of the PK's getting picked off and his powers are surging. Finally, after several weeks of brotherly tension, Claire's introduction into the brothers' lives drives them apart, Sam leaving and Dean staying somewhat reluctantly with Claire. Sam gets a vision of Dean being brutally murdered by YED, and only arrives in a nick of time to save him. However, during the ensuing face off between Sam and Azazel, Sam is apparently killed. Dean is understandably devasted, and only the news that Claire is pregnant with his child lifts his spirits a bit. In a cavern deep below ground, Azazel has started preening his newfound apprentice...
DEAD MEN TELL NO TALES: Takes place roughly three years after Dark Descent. Dean and Claire have been living together this amount of time, raising their son Sam. Life finally seems to be calming down when they get wind that Azazel has been mentoring someone to lead the Armies of Hell. Now in race against time, Dean, Claire, Bobby and Ellen find help in the form of Adam, an old friend of Claire's. However, they're too late to stop the Gate from being opened, and the army is unleashed. When they strike the town where Dean and company have been staying, Sam is seriously injured, and Dean goes out for revenge. What he finds is something to shocking and horrifying for him: his brother has been alive this entire time and is Azazel's apprentice. Only an untimely message from Azazel saves Dean from death, and Sam is left angry over not being able to finish off his brother. As a result, he decides that he's waited long enough to fulfill his destiny and kills Azazel.

Whew. Hope that made sense!

THIRD!!!!
This fic is NOT to be confused with the VS story of the same title. They are two different entities! Now, i believe i've rambled enough, and my pre-posting rambles are never this long and will not be this long in the future. HERE IS CHAPTER ONE!!!! ENJOY AND PLEASE COMMENT!!!

Dance with the Devil


Chapter 1: Return

Dean stumbled into the Impala, still mentally and physically weak; Sam’s revelation had totally unhinged him. Leaning his head against the steering wheel, he just let everything come to a head, the shock, the sorrow, the anger, the defiance… It bubbled up and simmered like a rotten soup, taking the beauty out of everything in his life. For the first time in his life, Dean realized that he might really have to kill his baby brother. After a very long time, he turned the keys and started back to the hospital.

His cell phone started beeping as he hit the halfway point, signalling missed calls. Dean looked at for a minute before listening.

“Dean, it’s me; it’s been an hour since you left, and we haven’t heard from you. Call back soon, please.” *Beep*

“Dean, you still haven’t called back, and we’re getting really worried. Please call back!” *Beep*

“Dean, if you don’t call in five minutes, I am going after you; I don’t care where you are, I’m going after you… Please call back, I’m really worried.” *Beep*

Dean smiled at the last message; Claire could come across as tough and bitchy, but she really just cared a lot. Dialling her number, he waited for her to pick up.

“Dean?” cried her anxious voice, relief soaking through, “Dean, baby, that you?”

“Hey, Claire,” he replied quietly, “I’m still alive.” There came a high pitched laugh from the other end, evidence of extreme tension followed by extreme relief.

“Where are you? It’s been nearly three hours.”

“I’m about half way to the hospital, I should be there in half an hour.”

“Wait, don’t go there; we’ve all booked up in a few motels around the city; we’re talking about what happened with Adam and everyone right now, in the hotel nearest to the mall,” Claire interrupted quickly, then paused. “The only reason I’m not at the hospital right now is because they kicked me out. I talked to Sammy though; he doesn’t know what happened, but he’s mad he didn’t see you.”

Best he doesn’t know what happened, Dean thought sarcastically. “Okay then, I’ll… I’ll see you in a few.”

“Dean, are you alright?” asked Claire, worry ringing clear in her voice, “You sound… different.”

“Yeah, fine. Just… just stressed out from everything. I’ll explain what happened when I get there.”

“But Dean-”

“Goodbye, Claire.” He flipped his phone shut, sighing heavily. It was going to be a very long night.


The hotel that Claire had mentioned was only a few blocks away from the hospital, the parking lot jam-packed full of vehicles. He recognized Bobby’s truck though, just across the street. Pulling up behind it, Dean got out and walked across the street. It was silent, not even a whisper of wind. It was as if the earth knew something bad was happening and preparing for the worst. Sighing heavily, he knocked on the door of the room where the most cars were gathered.

Bobby opened it, staring at Dean with undisguised relief. “Jeez, boy, we thought you’d met your end,” he said roughly, pulling the younger man. Dean tried to smile, but it came out as a pained grimace. Claire rushed over, her face pale and blonde hair in disarray, and hugged him hard, burying her face in his neck.

“Don’t ever do that again, you here me?” she whispered fiercely, looking into his dull hazel eyes. He gave her a faint grin, then looked at the other hunters. Adam’s face looked blank, while Gordon appeared vaguely disappointed.

“So what happened?” Adam asked finally. Dean narrowed his eyes, knowing he wasn’t going to tell them the full truth, not now, and probably never.

“I met their leader,” he said, then took a deep breath, “He’s human alright. Or at least he was.” His revelation was met by silence, then everyone started talking.

“Are you sure?”

“And he was controlling demons-”

“That’s impossible-”

“Did you know them?” asked Adam, looking at Dean closely. Dean’s jaw tightened, and he felt raw, icy calm fill his gut.

“No, I’d never seen him before in my life,” he said coldly. He looked towards Claire, Ellen and Bobby; they at least deserved to know the truth. “Now if you don’t mind, I’d like to take my family over somewhere else.”

“What, why? We’re safe here,” said the scarred boy.

“Well, I don’t feel safe here,” Dean growled, turning around and motioning for Bobby, Ellen, and Claire to follow him, “We’ll touch base tomorrow.”


“But-”

“Goodnight.” Without another word, Dean closed the door, descending the steps to the road and getting into the Impala. Claire got in the passenger side, looking at Dean with open worry.

“What’s wrong, Dean?” she asked. He gunned the engine, peeling out and driving across to the opposite side of the city, not answering her. “Dean?”

“I’ll tell you when we get a room,” he growled. Parking haphazardly in front of the hotel, paid for the first room he could get. Opening the door, he threw his bag on the bed, pacing the floor like a caged animal. The others stared at him, now thoroughly unnerved and wary.

“What the hell is going on Dean?” said Ellen finally, sitting down and looking at him. He paused, then turned around, facing them. He was pale and tired looking, appearing to have aged fifteen years in the space of three hours.

“I lied to them, the others, when I said I didn’t know who the leader is,” he rasped, rubbing his jaw. Everyone else was silent, waiting. “In fact, I wish I’d never known him now.” He laughed bitterly, pacing again.

“Dean, who?” said Claire, walking towards him. He spun around, looking ready to rip something to shreds.

“It’s Sam. Sam’s leading the armies of Hell.”

The room was deathly quiet, everyone staring at Dean.

“Are you sure? I mean, Sam died-” said Bobby cautiously, and Dean wheeled on him, fire burning in the hazel depths of his eyes.

“You think I wouldn’t know my own brother? I raised that kid, watched him grow up! I’d know Sam anywhere! And I know it was him I saw tonight! He destroyed the town. He opened the gates. He put my son in the hospital. And he’s going to bring the apocalypse. He pretty much told me that straight up,” Dean spat, his hands balled up and shaking badly. Claire turned white, sitting down on the bed.

“He’s the one who put Sammy in the hospital?” she whispered faintly. Dean nodded jerkily.

“Said he needed to get my attention some how,” he said sarcastically, “Said a phone call wouldn’t cut it.”

“Jesus Christ… Now what do we do?” Bobby mumbled, looking like he’d aged twenty years. Everyone looked up at Dean.

Silence filled the room, the question looming over their heads. Of course, the most obvious answer was to kill Sam, but could they really do that? Sam had changed, but the memories of the bright, friendly young man were still strong in everyone’s minds.

“We don’t have to decide right now,” Claire said gently, touching Dean’s hand. He shrugged her off, his hazel gaze warped and glazed with pain and anger.

“What does it matter, if we choose now or years from now. Sam still has to be stopped regardless, and if that means… Then we’ll do it,” he whispered, more to himself than the others. Claire looked worriedly at Bobby and Ellen; Dean was different, much different from when he’d left.

“How’s Sammy?” he asked abruptly, turning around. Claire blinked sadly before answering.

“He woke up a little after you left. He doesn’t remember what happened, thank God, but he was scared for you. He was afraid that, in his words, the scary man was going to kill you too,” she said.

“Does he know about his leg?”

“He knows. But I don’t know if he understands the full gravity of what this means, he’s only two and a half.”

“What about the town?”

Ellen laughed bitterly. “They all think it was the gas plant, the police say that it was the determined cause of the blast. It’s obvious though that they honestly don’t know, because they were just desperate to close this case. The only other alternative in their mind is a terrorist attack, and we all know how much they love those.”

“Heh, no kidding,” Dean growled sarcastically. “So what are Adam and his friends up to tomorrow?”

Claire shrugged. “Probably trying to figure out what they should do next, tracking the army, trying to find Sam… Are we going to tell them?”

“No,” Dean said vehemently, “The last thing I want those people to know is that my brother is responsible for this.”

“Do you have any idea what Sam might do next?” Bobby asked tentatively, flipping through Dean’s journal.

“Knowing Sam, he just wanted to scare us. He’s going to be planning something else, and he’ll strike when we’re least expecting it.”



Well, i hope it met expectations. This chapter was quite long because it was originally chapters 1 and 2. After some re-reading, i felt that it fit better as single chapter. Nothing big happened in this one, it set stuff up for the future. I update tuesdays and fridays, my life permitting. I got grounded a lot last year, but i will try to stay ungrounded this year... i don't like leaving stuff unfinished.

NEXT WEEK: Dark Sam and some answers! Hope to see you around!

THANKS FOR READING!!!!

love you all!!!!

Pauline

And we're off

And I'm shaking my worry beads to hell and back, hoping that there is still salvation for our favourite psychic...

Somewhere there has to be a trigger to snap Sam out of the demons' influence. But until then, it's all-out war. And Dean will be trying to fight the war on a number of fronts - keep his family (especially his son) safe, try to keep the hunters from guessing that the apprentice is his beloved kid brother - turned by demon torture, and try to stay one step ahead of a psychotic demon-powered Sam out for revenge.

Whew - did I miss anything?

Roll on chapter 2! Great start, Pauline. Now you make sure you don't get yourself grounded any more, okay? Study hard to play hard, hon.

Jules

OMG thanks
Answers
yay
can't wait
awesome chap
me likey
can't wait for next update
:cheer

Tis update day! And Rememberance Day. As many of you probably know, today was the day when the first world war was officially ended. As a show of respect to those who have fallen to keep peace or create peace, we keep a moment of silence at the eleventh hour to remember them. My great grandfather was in this war and the injuries he sustained during his time eventually killed him. Luckily none of my family has been in any other war, but with my heritage being in western Europe(my mom's dutch) it means a lot to me. So, today, remember those who have fallen to give us what we have today.

Now update! There is SOME answers today, a bit of an explaination as to what made Sam so cold and murderous. The real answer only just floated into my head a few days ago, and I'll try to figure out a way to write it in. If not... Before this fic ends, i'll tell you guys just what was the root cause of it all.

Heres chapter 2!!! ENJOY!!!!



Chapter 2: Command and Conquer

Sam sat in the high backed chair, examining the photograph of Dean in his hands. His blue green eyes were narrowed and cold, while he muttered soft words to himself. Three years. Three long years. The burning hatred simmered in Sam’s gut, and his hand clenched on the photo, reducing it to ash.

Azazel had told him after he’d come around three weeks after the first fight that Dean had abandoned him, left him for dead. After seeing Dean tonight, Azazel’s words had proven true. His older brother had thought he was dead. Just like typical Dean, he always assumed worst and moved on without bothering to find out. His child was proof of that. Oh, my brother just died. Maybe I should have some kids. Yeah, sounded like the dick his older brother was. Well, he was going to pay for it, all of it.

Sam’s eyes fell on the burned out husk of Azazel’s host, a twisted smile pulling at his lips. Azazel may have brought him into the light of his existence, but then he’d become as over bearing as Dean. So taking care of him had been priority number one. If Darius proved too much of a threat, then he would follow Azazel.

Not long after Sam had begun his apprenticeship under Azazel, he’d been introduced to Darius. Although a powerful demon by normal standards, he was nothing compared to Azazel and later Sam. His only purpose was as a sort of ambassador to the lower class demons, something of a priest, promoting Azazel’s plan. Azazel could have done it himself, but then again, he hadn’t liked associating himself with the bottom of the barrel. Besides, Sam had still needed training and to kindle the hatred that now pumped freely through his veins.

The world had given up on Sam, tossing him out like a wounded dog. Now he was returning the favour. Destroying the hand that had barely fed him for twenty-four years.

Now at twenty-seven, Sam harboured a cold resentment for everyone he’d ever known, knew, or would know. He was tired of being used and tossed aside.

“Azazel, we need to talk-” exclaimed Darius, striding into the room, then stopping dead when he saw what was left of Azazel’s host. The demon’s black eyes lifted to Sam, bright with suspicion and uneasiness.

“Where’s Azazel?” he asked, pointing to the body. Sam looked down at the body then back up at Darius.

“He wouldn’t let me do what I wanted. So I punished him,” he said simply. Darius’s mouth fell open, his host’s face twisting with revulsion and hatred.

“You killed him?!” he screeched, his fingers going into a claw-like fashion. Sam stood up, towering over the demon. Darius tried to match Sam, but failed miserably, feeling the immense power radiating from the man’s body.

“I did. And you’ll be next if you don’t please me,” Sam murmured, his blue green eyes flashing ominously. Darius swallowed thickly. “Are you going to follow me?” Darius nodded mutely, the look of fear still plain on his pale face. “Good,” said Sam, going back to his chair.

“What would you have me do?” rasped the demon. Sam rolled his eyes.

“Azazel may be dead, but your duties didn’t fly out the window with his. Keep the army prepared, make sure their morale is high, all that,” he said, picking at the arm of the chair. Darius nodded.

“And our next move?”

Sam smiled, looking up to the ceiling. “Taking out the hunter population. With them gone, we’ve got less of a chance for failure.” Darius looked at him with guarded curiosity.

“Wouldn’t it be better to put the human population in chaos first, catch the hunters off guard, and then kill them?”

Sam cast a withering glance at the demon. “No, that would be the stupid thing to do.”

“But that was Azazel’s plan-”

“And look where that got him. No, we strike the hunters first because majority of them don’t know that the Gate was opened, then we start with the rest of the world. Without hunters, the rest of humanity will be easy to divide and conquer. And who knows how much work we’ll actually have to do. Attack the right countries at the right times and we’ll start a global war. Humanity can destroy itself,” Sam said, leaning back in the chair and smiling lazily, “Of course, we’ll still get to have some fun as well. I won’t deny you all that, plus, I’ll want to stretch my legs a bit too.” Darius nodded, considering the plan.

“And what of Dean Winchester?”

Sam’s eyes hardened, becoming chips of blue green ice.

“I’ll take care of him. I know what to do to get him to play right into my plans.”

“And that would be…”

“Why, his son of course.”

Darius let out a spiteful laugh. “You’re still obsessing over that waste of human? He’s barely three feet tall.” Sam glared at him.

“I wasn’t the only one obsessing over him. Azazel did too. That boy is going to be a powerful weapon when he gets older, possibly stronger than me.”

“He’s human!”

“And has that stopped me?”

Darius fell silent. Sam smiled smugly.

“That’s what I thought.”

Darius growled under his breath, then looked back up at Sam, smoothing his suit jacket. “So, pray tell, what is our move from here?” The corner of Sam’s mouth turned up, his eyes gleaming with utter delight.

“We’re going to pay some old friends of mine a visit,” said Sam, turning and leaving the demon.

“Where are you going?” Darius called after him. Sam looked at him, almost hurt.

“Well, we’re not leaving right away, so I thought I’d get myself some enjoyment,” Sam replied. Darius rolled his eyes, but a ghost of smile played on his mouth. Sam smirked and continued on his way. His step was near silent as he padded down the numerous passageways, finally coming upon the room he intended to find. Pushing open the heavy door, he stepped inside.

Three young women were chained to the cold stonewalls, all gagged and all looking half crazy with terror. At the sight of Sam, they both started struggling against their bonds, the fear doubling in their eyes. Sam smiled softly, going towards the middle girl. She cowered away from him, her pretty green eyes wide with panic. He cupped her chin in his hand, lifting her head close to his.

“Shh, it’s okay. Everything will be okay,” he whispered soothingly, running a finger down her bony face. She whimpered, tears streaking her dirty face. “Everything will be okay.”



I don't know about you guys, but i love evil Sam, and writing him is a dream come true... Also, his interest in little Sammy is something to be reckoned with... I may do a story about little Sam in the future, but i have some other fics ready and rocking to be read, so I'll put it on the back burner to stew...

FRIDAY!! Dean and Claire's relationship is put on the rocks! And we see little Sammy again!

Thanks for reading and please comment!

LOVE YOU ALL!!!

Pauline

Still shaking the worry beads and chanting...

But....I sense a glimmer of hope in Sam's salvation. So, Azazel twisted Sam's thoughts while he tortured him - led him to believe that Dean had abandoned him. Among other things, which will no doubt be revealed as we go along.

I'm wondering what would happen should Sam find out that wasn't the case - whether the whole pack of lies that Azazel fed him will come crashing down like a house of cards in a strong wind.

But until then - evil!Sam is one scary dude. And that's not good - he's going after his nephew again....*begins to bite nails*.....

Um..is it Friday yet?

Jules

Evil Sam rocks! :fire

I've been lurking hehe :rolleyes: So I thought I'd say I read the other two stories the other day and loved them. This story is awesome so far and I cant wait for more :cheer See ya back on Friday!

OMG
how could Sam believe that
there must be more right
there has to be no way Sam would take that for an answer

OMG

can't wait
:jedi

omg we have star wars icons
awesome lol

Hol. E. Cow.

I just read your two fics before this and not this and oh my goodness. This is an absolutely fantastic piece. I haven't read too many Supernatural fics, since I'm still new to watching Supernatural, but this one is exciting and engaging. It's interesting to see Evil Sam. This is my first fic of reading Sam gone evil and boy is it interesting. I am with a bunch of the other folks, hoping that Sam can be redeemed. I'm a Sam girl too, and hope that one day he will find himself again. Darn that yellow eyed demon. At least he got taken out by a Winchester. I wouldn't have it any other way... except maybe at the hands of both the boys together,, but then that wouldn't have worked with your story. Anyways, fabulous work :D I'm looking forward to the next chapter.

~Sami

Morning readers!!!

well, still recovering from last night(if you saw last night's ep, you'll know what i'm talking about; i loved it), but i'm still awake enough to post you guys chapter 3!!! Hugs for Dean today, awws for little Sam, and you can think of something for Claire; she might deserve some sympathy actually... But i'll let you decide!!! HERE IS CHAPTER THREE!!!


Chapter 3: R and R

Dean was up early again, having been plagued by nightmares the previous night. Sitting in the front room of the hotel with a coffee mug in his hands, he stared off into space. After that last dream of Sam peeling the skin from Claire and Sammy, Dean had said to hell with it and given up on rest. Three long weeks of solid nightmares had taken a heavy toll on him, the shadows under his hazel eyes taking up permanent residence.

“You’re up early again?”

Dean blinked, looking behind him to see Claire finally emerging from their bedroom.

“Yeah, problem?” he snapped, going back to staring out the window. Claire huffed under her breath.

“No, just that you haven’t had a decent night’s sleep in a very long time, and for once, it’s not my fault,” she replied tartly, pouring herself some coffee. Dean snorted.

“Honey, it’s been way longer since it’s been your fault,” he muttered into his mug, “Believe me, I would know.” Claire narrowed her eyes at him but didn’t say anything about his comment.

“I talked to Adam yesterday,” she said, sitting across from him.

“Since when do you not talk to that skeezball?” Dean growled, drinking some more of his coffee.

“Look smart ass, I’m trying to be civil about this entire mess, but if you’re just going to give me crap like this, then forget it. You can sit here in this crap ass motel, moping, or you can help me and Ellen and Bobby try to save the world from ending,” she said icily, her fingers tightening on the mug. Dean rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, whatever. What did the skeezball have to say?”

Pursing her lips, Claire continued. “There hasn’t been any sign of the demons or Sam now for a few weeks, and nobody’s heard of anything happening abroad. He wants to know if you have any idea as to what the hell is going on.”

Dean looked at her sharply. “If you’ve told him that-”

“Oh stop getting your pantyhose in a twist! I haven’t told him, do you really think I’m that stupid?” she exclaimed. Dean looked at her closely, his hazel eyes dull and aggravated.

“You sure you want me to answer that?” he said finally after several minutes of silence. Claire paled, standing up from the table. She stared at Dean, her icy gaze shocked and sorrowful.

“What happened to you?” she whispered. Dean stiffened, then stood up abruptly from the table, a pillar of rage and desolation.

“What happened to me? What happened to me?!” he yelled, “What didn’t happen to me! My son’s in the hospital, my girlfriend’s always trying to get me to have a friggin’ heart to heart, the world is ending, and it’s all because my brother’s become the leader of a demon army from Hell! My life just plain sucks, no, more than sucks! I’ve had a friggin’ crappy hand since I was four! Everything I try to do right, I fail! I tried to look after Sam, fail. I tried to save Dad, fail. I tried to save Sam, big fail. I can’t even have a normal family!” Swearing loudly, he turned away from her, shaking. “I… can’t seem to do anything right,” he said finally. Claire remained silent, jolted by Dean’s stormy revelation. She bit her lip, picking up her jacket.

“I’m going to go see Sam, he might be able to come home soon,” she said in a trembling voice. “I’ll see you later.”

“Claire-”

“Bye.”

The door closed quietly and Dean was left to himself once more. Sighing heavily and cursing his temper, Dean followed suit and went to the Impala. Claire was already a fair bit away, having probably ran straight from the hotel. She looked back when she heard the familiar rumble of the old Chevy, and continued walking, flipping her blonde hair around her head to hide her face. Dean pulled up beside her, getting out.

“Go away,” she mumbled, trying to ignore him.

“I’m sorry,” he said. She paused, then turned around looking at him. He had never fully accomplished Sam’s patented puppy dog look, but at that moment, he came the closest he would probably ever come to getting it. “I’ve been a real ass to you these past few days, weeks, and I’m really sorry. I shouldn’t be driving away the people I care about when we might only have so much more time together.” A sense of stillness fell over them as they didn’t move but continued to hold each other’s gaze. Claire gave a watery smile, wiping her wet cheeks. Dean smiled back, regaining some the gentleness he’d lost in the past month. “What do you say we go see our son?” he said quietly, holding out his arms. Claire nodded, biting her lip again. Walking back to Dean, she let herself be wrapped in his embrace, sinking her face deep into his comforting warmth.

“No matter where I go, no matter what happens, I’ll always love you,” he murmured softly in her ear. Claire laughed shakily, taking his face in her hands.

“I know you will,” she whispered, kissing him tenderly.

“Car?” he asked, jerking his head over to the Impala. She nodded, still looking deep into his hazel eyes.

“Lets get our boy. Let’s bring him home,” she said finally. With softer, almost delicate movements, Dean and Claire got into the Impala, ambling the rest of the way over to the hospital.

The parking lot was mostly deserted as most of the patients had already left. Sam was one of the few left, and it was only because his doctor wanted to make sure his leg was healing properly; a double break in one’s femur was bad enough. For a child of Sam’s age and bone formation, improper setting and healing could result in vast and terrible consequences. As it was, the break had been a serious blow; the doctor had said that he’d have a permanent limp for the rest of his life.

The nurse from behind the counter waved them in as they entered; they’d become regulars now. Dean smiled thinly at her, returning the wave, then the elevator door closed and they started to rise. Everything was eerily quiet on Sam’s floor.

“Shouldn’t there be more kids or something?” asked Dean uneasily. Claire raised one eyebrow.

“The last one went home three days ago; its just Sam on this floor now,” she replied, looking in the window at her child. Sam was listening intently to one of the nurse’s, a storybook in her hands. Dean knocked on the door and poked his head in.

“Hey Sammy,” he said, grinning widely and walking over. Sam’s blue green eyes went wide and a massive smile split his face.

“Daddy! Mommy!” he exclaimed, sitting bolt upright and trying his very best to crawl out of bed and drag himself over to his parents. Dean wrapped his son in a tight bear hug, nearly hiding the two and half year old from view.

“Didja miss me?” he said, ruffling Sam’s thick hair. The boy giggled, swatting at his father’s hands.

“Cowse I did!” he said, looking up into his father’s eyes with bright admiration. The nurse and Claire exchanged a few words, then she left, leaving the family of three to themselves.

“Hey Sammy,” murmured Claire, hugging the child as best she could. Sam’s face lit up again and he giggled, taking a hold of his mother’s hand. “You ready to come home?”

“Yup! It’s bo-wing hee-ah,” he sighed, looking around fretfully. Dean and Claire laughed, exchanging a look. Dean winced though as a sudden ping of pain zinged through his skull.

“Dean, you okay?” asked Claire, looking at him closely. Dean nodded, trying to smile, but another ping of pain ran across his eyes.

“Head ache,” he said, trying to wave away Claire’s concern and Sam’s worry, but it got worse. Letting out a pained yelp, he grabbed his head, trying to keep from full out screaming.

“Dean-!”

He collapsed on the floor, curling in on himself as the fire in his skull doubled.

You can’t escape me Dean, whispered his brother’s voice. Then he blacked out.



Left you with a bit of a cliffy, because next week its back to evil Sam in all his dark and murderous glory... Hope you all enjoyed it!

Thanks for reading and please comment!

Luv for you all!!

Pauline

I love your stories. Thanks for sharing them. It is so awesome! I can't wait for the next chapter. I think you have a good grasp on the characters. I love evil Sam too. What can I say? He's awesome evil!! I love family Dean too. It is so sweet. Great job!

This is great. I love little Sammy. What a sweet and "pweshious" little one ;) I'm worried for Dean, and for the rest of humanity. I have no idea how evil Sam could be. Well maybe I could. If he's like Yellow Eyes, and worse, then I'm definitely worried. There still is hope that somehow he'll snap out of it, but for now, I can't wait to see evil Sam in all his glory. Nice chapter. Keep up the fabulous work!

wow am loving it can't wait for more

Poor Dean - so broken, feeling like he's failed everyone. But he didn't - it was the damned demons.

And I'm still hoping he can save his brother - what's left of him....

Little Sammy is adorable, as always. Poor tyke, stuck in the hospital all alone - no wonder he said it was boring.

Oh, that last bit can only mean trouble - Sam getting inside Dean's head and giving him a message akin to his visions, along with the same kind of crippling pain.

Storm's comin'.... Think Dean might need one of these little blokes... :yoda2

Jules

come on update soon :D I hope they figure out something so they can save Sam and the world without having to kill him. Is Sam killing Dean??? Update VERY SOON!!! hehe

Good mornin' my dear chums! Tis tuesday and update day, so I come with brand new chapter! Like i said last week, eeeevil Sam... But hope too! I shall say no more until after it has been posted though, because if i do now... I'll be spoilin' y'all! I'm trying something different now, as far as thanking you guys. I used to do a great big oscar speech thing at the very last chapter of my fics, but I've decided(and dear Jules has suggested) that i thank you guys at the beginning. So heres to you all!!

Roni1jun: thanks for checking out the story! It means a lot. And yeah, Sam’s pretty damn awesome when he’s evil. No more Mr. Nice Guy! Dean’s an awesome dad/boyfriend; he’s just always too concerned about his family (little bro included) to worry about himself too. And he really should, because he’s important too!

Sami: I know what you mean, little Sam is all puppy eyes and charmer smile; he knows how to use his “weapons” to get what he wants, lol! I’d say you’re on the right track for Sam being as evil as YED, maybe more because he is human. This chapter will really show just HOW evil he can be… muahahaha…

Cooldudet: Glad you’re likin’ it thus far! Keep your faith in Sammy! That is all I shall say… *shifty eyes * As a Sam girl myself, I know that this version of our Sammy is none too comforting. And you will be getting more answers to where his evilness is coming from! I have two scenarios battling it out right now for the bragging rights…

Jules: I agree, poor Dean… He’s had so much hardship, so, being the very sensitive guy that he is (behind all his brick wall exteriors), naturally he would blame everything on himself. He didn’t deserve it, and still doesn’t. As for Sam… There may be a glimmer of light at the end of the tunnel today… But whether we’ll ever see it in time…

Supernaturalfreak8: I’m updating! Hope it was soon enough for you! Dean will try everything in his power to not kill Sam, but sometimes life is just a cold and cruel thing… No matter his feelings for his brother, he also knows that if Sam isn’t stopped, a lot more people, especially his boy, are going get hurt. *Meep * what will he do?!

And to all you lurkers, thanks for checking it out too!

HERES CHAPTER 4!!!!



Chapter 4: Old Friends

The doorbell was ringing. Jo sighed, hefting the baby up on her hip, and went up to answer it. She pulled open the door and looked up into the thin face of a very handsome and vaguely familiar man. She looked at him for a moment, then her eyes opened wide.

“Sam?” she said in awe, her dark blue eyes flashing over him. He smiled, the corners of his eyes crinkling.

“Hey Jo, long time no see,” he greeted.

“Oh my god, no kidding,” she replied, still staring, “I’d heard you were dead.”

Sam smiled, pretending to look hurt. “Yeah, I got banged up pretty bad and Dean left me for dead. But, here I am, as alive as you and this little guy,” he said, tickling the baby. Jo smiled proudly at the child. “Is he yours?”

“Yeah, he’s six months next week. My little Luke,” she murmured fondly, stroking the baby’s cheek. She looked back up at Sam, her face filling with genuine warmth. “You want to come in for a bit?” Sam smiled again, but there was a dangerous glint in the blue green depths of his eyes.

“Love to,” he said, following the woman indoors. Before closing the door, he cast a glance over his shoulder, nodding ever so slightly.

Darius narrowed his eyes, facing the small group of eager demons behind him. “Move out, surround the house,” he growled. With the eagerness of puppies, the possessed men and women ran across the street, quickly becoming invisible in the surrounding bushes. Darius remained where he was, the cold look still on his face as he waited for the signal.

“So how have you been Sam?” said Jo, leading him into a small kitchen.

“Not bad, learning all kinds of stuff, lots more than Dean ever taught me,” he answered, surveying the room. Jo nodded, setting Luke in the high chair.

“You want a beer?” she asked. Sam shrugged. Jo smiled again, then yelled down the staircase to her right, “Ben! Could you grab a few beers? We have company!” From somewhere in the depths, something clanked and cursed.

“What was that babe?” came muffled voice.

“Company, hon,” Jo repeated, rolling her eyes at Sam. Sam laughed quietly, continuing to study Luke with keen interest. With some heavy clomping, Ben emerged from the basement, covered in grease and wiping his hands on an oily cloth. Sam straightened as the other man entered, trying to put on a warm face.

“Ben, this is an old friend of mine, Sam Winchester. Sam, this is my husband Ben,” said Jo, waving for them to shake hands. Ben held out his dirty hand, smiling sheepishly.

“Sorry about the mess, I’m fixing the heater,” he said, swiping thick dark brown bangs from his eyes. Sam grasped his hand, shaking it heartily.

“That’s life for you,” he chuckled, then looked at Jo again, “I’m surprised your mom let you get married.” Jo and Ben exchanged a guilty look and Sam laughed again. “She doesn’t know does she?” Jo turned her head away, her expression angry and culpable.

“I haven’t talked to her in two years; ever since she started globe trotting with your brother, she’s barely tried to stay in touch,” she murmured. Ben rubbed her shoulder comfortingly. Sam was surprised to feel a touch of sympathy, but it was quickly replaced with cold anger at his brother; destroying people’s relationships seemed to be a specialty of his. Jo shook herself and poked Ben’s ribs. “I told you get us some drinks.”

Ben scowled good-naturedly, swatting at her hair. “You guys go sit down, I’ll bring them out,” he said, shooing them into the living room. Jo took up residence on the couch while Sam sank into a threadbare armchair. Ben reappeared with two beers and an ice tea, handing one of the beers to Sam and the ice tea to Jo.

“So tell us what you’ve been up to,” he said, wrapping his arm around Jo. Sam smirked inwardly, quickly letting loose the well rehearsed lie. It took a long time to recite, by which time they’d finished their drinks. Swallowing the last of his beer, he looked at the expensive Rolex on his wrist.

“Well, I should really be going,” he said, getting up, “Thanks for the beer.”

“No problem,” said Jo, “It was good to see you again.” Sam stretched, walking to the door. Opening it, he looked across the street, his gaze finding Darius’s easily. Blinking slowly, he turned back around, facing Jo, Ben, and baby Luke, smiling sardonically.

“But you didn’t have to bother with the holy water; I’m not possessed,” he said mockingly. Ben and Jo froze, staring at Sam with shocked wariness.

“How’d you-”

“It’s my job to know, everything,” he growled, “See, I didn’t come here to see you actually; I needed to see you so that Dean would show up. You guys are going to be the wonderful bait I need to push him over the edge.” Lifting his hand, he snapped his fingers.

The back door broke in, the demons running in and ready to demolish. Ben twisted around, grabbing a shotgun from behind the couch and opened fire on them.

“Ah, ah, ah,” said Sam, “That’s not playing nice.” Ben was flung against the wall, getting severely winded and breaking his nose. Sam walked over to him, passing a terrified and paralysed Jo. “You hunters,” he snarled, “You’re all the same; mindless, thoughtless, selfish, obsessed bastards. You ruined my life.” Grabbing Ben by the neck, he lifted the man off the ground and pinned him against the wall. “Time to ruin yours.”

Ben choked and convulsed, blood starting to trickle out of his mouth, ears, eyes, and nose. Sam’s eyes narrowed to points, his face a mask of hatred. Blood came faster and thicker, smearing Sam’s hand and turning Ben’s face and neck scarlet. He jerked convulsively, struggling weakly against Sam’s grip, but it was no use. He twitched one last time and fell limp.

Sam let go of the body, letting it fall unceremoniously to the floor. Jo let out a soft scream, her face whiter than ash and tear streaked. Her horrified gaze was fixed on the body of her husband’s, then on Sam’s. He walked towards her, his expression twisting nastily.

“No, no, please,” she begged, backing into a corner, clutching Luke to her chest. Sam raised his arm.

You don’t have to do this, whispered a soft voice in his head. Sam froze, suddenly confused. She’s your friend, it continued, and Sam bristled.

No, I have no friends; only enemies, he shot back. The presence in his mind sighed sadly, painting him a vivid picture: a younger Sam and Jo having a conversation, both smiling and chatting animatedly. Sam staggered, shaking his head, a mass of emotions hitting him. Horror, sadness, regret… guilt.

No! Sam thought vehemently, pressing into his forehead with his knuckles. Blinking rapidly, his gaze focused on Jo and Luke. For the first time in a very, very long time, he felt nothing, only a confused emptiness. Sam studied the woman, then turned away.

“She’s yours,” he rasped to the ecstatic demons, “Make it quick.” With the joyful savagery of hunting dogs, they fell upon Jo and Luke. Sam stalked out the door, brushing past Darius and started padding swiftly down the street. Jo’s dying screams filtered into the air behind him.



I had to get Sam's hit list going, and Jo was the first person to pop into my head. To those of you guys who like her, I'm sorry! But, in my weak defence, I had to kill someone, and i thought it would be better if it was somebody Sam knew. On a side note, Ben was a hunter; i wasn't sure if i made it clear in this chapter, but he was. Hope you guys all liked it! Thanks for reading and please comment!

Luvs to you all,

Pauline

I didn't know Ben was a hunter... thanks for the note at teh end clarifying that.

Dang this chapter was horrifying... At least Sam had a little bit of the old Sam in there, the guilt of doing what he was doing to a friend. If only it would come out more and more. I have a feeling something drastic is going to have to happen to get the old Sam to take over the evil Sam. It'll be hard, (I've got a sneaking suspicion that it'll involve Dean) but I think it will happen.

Fantastic chapter. You are doing a great job. Please keep up the super work. I'm looking forward to the next update.

~Sami

Damn so Sam is still in there hmmmmmm
me likey
loving this and am glad you put like hints to lead us on
very cool
can't wait for more
:cheer

I hope that the real Sam comes to the surface before Dean has to try and kill him. Great update :)

I'm with Sami - I hope the good that is obviously still buried deep within Sam battles it out with the evil Sam, and I think Dean, or young Sammy, is the key to unlocking it.

Man, that was intense. It made sense for Sam to go for someone he and Dean knew. That would just drive the knife of guilt a little deeper into Dean's soul. Sam killing a hunter is bad enough, but Sam killing a friend? Dean would feel that much more strongly, and keep blaming himself.

The showdown is approaching, and I have a feeling it's going to be a doozy. I was going to say apocalyptic....but I don't think I can spell that big a word this hour of the morning....lol.

Awesome work, Pauline. Looking forward to Friday and the next update. Have a great week.

Jules

:woohoo Two awesome updates! :clap I cant wait to see what happens next :cheer

Wow i just found this fic and i've read it from Start to the most recent update. I'm hooked and i cant wait for more!!!

Update soon.

Claire

xXx

is hoping by the time i come from work
there will be an update lol

MORNING, MORNING MORNING!!!

I'M TERRIBLY SORRY!!!!! i didn't get grounded, but i gave my dad a bit of attitude(i didn't want to clean up the kitchen because i didn't make a mess), so hence he shut off the internet yesterday and part of this morning. I'm really sorry! If i don't reply right away, it usually means that a)i was doing something in the city and didn't get home till late, or b)my dad was ticked off by me and took out my internet. Anyway, here we go once more! Nothing terribly exciting(thats for tuesday), but more Dean/Claire angst.

Sami: Yeah, the locked up Sam that we all know is still there, caged, chained and under heavy guard, but there. Thats part of what i have to explain still! I just have to figure out how to work it in... Already, this fic is turning out longer than any of the others i've done before*must think*. I have it all planned out...

Cooldudet: See? I couldn't keep our boy away FOREVER! i love him too much! And i'll be hinting away in the next few chaps... *feels evil and loves it*. We'll be seein' some more of evil Sam, doing what he does best... OOO, i can't wait! I haves a feelin' you're going to loooove it...

Supernaturalfreak8: Now, i can't tell you what Sam and Dean will do at the end! That would be spoilery... But i have it all planned out! Right down to the final *spoiler stuff i can't say* and the *more spoiler stuff*. So, with all that happening and with that *yet more spoiler stuff*, i may do another fic, in the future.

Jules: Oh Sam knows what he's doing, believe me. Thats what makes it even scarier. You'll be getting mass Dean guilt and vengeance in chappy 6, and a big revelation on his part. Apocolyptic results in the making! I'm pulling the stops out towards the end, and nobody's gonna escape my writing mad...

Extremediva: Two updates?! Goodness me, glad you liked them! And add one more to the pile! Hope this meets your expectations! If you like angsty, annoyed, worried as hell Dean, this is the chapter for you! If Sam is more your guy... you'll have to wait until chapter 7... But we do get whispers!

Claire: Hey! You're named just like my character! Glad you're liking it so far! Its always awesome to see new readers. Just a note, i love doing evil things... So if you love reading evil things, then this is probably the fic for you... *thinks*. Yep, definitely the fic for you. Hope you enjoy the next chapter!!!

Lurkers: Thanks for lurking! Hope you guys are all enjoying it.

WOOT! HERE WE GO FOLKS! ENJOY!!!!!


Chapter 5: Whispers

“Dean! Dean, wake up!” pleaded a desperate voice. Someone was shaking him. His hazel eyes burst open, wild and staring. Claire was bent over him, her face white and eyes wide with anxiety. Sam was staring at him with scared eyes from his bed. Panting heavily, Dean sat up, shaking his head and trying to make sense of what he’d just seen.

“Dean, what happened?” Claire asked sharply, holding him upright. Dean shook his head again, wiping the sweat from his brow.

“Dunno,” he gasped, “Saw Sam-he killed someone.” Dean blinked, looking bewildered and uneasy. He looked at Claire, desperate for something to make sense. “I-I think he sent me a vision…” Claire stared at him, then hauled him to his feet, staring at him.

“A vision?” she said incredulously. Dean glared at her.

“I didn’t say that it made sense,” he snapped. Claire gave him a look that said ‘Don’t start this again’. He sighed, looking around the room and feeling agitated. “He wanted me to see that, he wants me to know what he’s capable of…” Dean trailed off as Claire’s cell suddenly went off. “I thought you were supposed to have those off in hospitals.”

“I only had it on in case of an emergency. It’s Bobby,” she said before answering. She was silent for a minute. “How far away is it?” she said finally, “Alright, we’ll be there.” Hanging up, she looked eyes with Dean. “Bobby got a call from a hunter up north; he said that there was some really big electrical disturbances a few hours ago and wants us to come check it out.”

“Us?”

“Well, Bobby, so essentially us as well. I’m assuming you want to come along.”

Dean swallowed, the remnants of the vision still fresh in his mind. “Yeah, I do.” Looking at Sam, he smiled sadly. “Sorry, sport, you’re gonna have to sit tight until Mom and I get back.” Sam’s face fell, his blue green eyes opening wide and pleading. It was an even better puppy look than his uncle had ever had. Scuffling Sam’s hair, Dean and Claire disappeared down the hall, going back to the Impala.

“So who’s all coming with us and Bobby?” Dean asked, punching the gas as they got to the highway.

“Ellen, Adam, Gordon and Maurice,” Claire answered, looking at one of their many maps.

“Who?”

“The scarred boy.”

“Oh… Didn’t know he had a name.”

“Of course he has a name! Where have you been for the past three weeks?”

Hiding in my head, trying to think of a way to overthrow Sam without killing him, Dean thought darkly, turning left onto a secondary road. A signpost flashed in front of them, saying forty miles to Dawson. “Dawson where we headed?” he asked. Claire nodded.

“Bobby was on the road when he called, so he’ll meet us there.” Dean nodded, popping in some Blue Oyster Cult. Claire winced, looking at him. “Do we have to listen to this again?”

“What’s wrong with BOC?” asked Dean, immediately bristling.

“Nothing, its just that classic rock is all we listen to,” Claire replied, picking at her jacket and looking vaguely uncomfortable. Dean gritted his teeth, pressing a little harder on the gas.

“Well, you’ve put up with it for the past three years without complaining; if you aren’t used to it now, get used to it, because it’s all I have,” he growled.

“Forget I said anything,” Claire grumbled, looking out the passenger window. The Impala fell silent, save the strumming guitars and beat of BOC.

Dean parked across from Bobby’s truck, shutting off the motor and looking around. The older hunter was just leaving the house as they got out, Ellen and the others following him.

“Bout time,” he grumbled, “We got problems.”

“What do you mean?” asked Claire, raising one eyebrow.

“The guy who called me? His guts are decorating the wallpaper; something happened here, and it wasn’t good.”

Dean looked around, his eyes still brittle and hard. “I dunno about this, seems pretty normal to me,” he said. The wind suddenly picked up, and Dean reeled back as the stench of sulphur assaulted his nose. Claire coughed, waving away the stink.

“You were saying,” she said, raising her eyebrows. Dean didn’t answer, his blood going cold. “Dean?” Bobby and Ellen came down the steps, going over to their friend.

“Sam,” he whispered, fear unlike any other filling his marrow. “Sam’s been here.” Claire opened her mouth, but the look of absolute terror on Dean’s face stopped her.

“Where?” she said finally, walking to his side. Dean pointed up the road.

“He did something… He wants me to come there,” he rasped, his hazel eyes still wide. The others stared at him.

“He-He wants you? How do you know?” Claire murmured. Dean blinked, then looked down at her.

“He told me.”


Gave you all bit of a cliffie... nothing too major. NEXT WEEK! Dean and co. find the house, and he finally comes to an answer for what to do with Sam! Its all starting to hit the fan now...

Thanks for reading and please comment!

Loves and apologies to you all! You know you're awesome!

Pauline

yay u updated
yay

love this line
Hiding in my head, trying to think of a way to overthrow Sam without killing him, Dean thought
awwww poor Dean :(
i really liked that line

awesome update
can't wait for the next one

you are good want to make sure you know that :wub: :cheer

Ohhh, this is getting tense.

And I'm with Cooldudet - that line of Dean's about hiding in his head trying to think up a way to overthrow Sam without killing him.... :cry

Flip, I hope Dean finds a way.

Well, Pauline, all I can say is.....grit your teeth and be good so we can have another update on Tuesday. Selfish, I know, but we want to know what's going to happen!!!!!

I think a big confrontation's coming between the brothers, and I have a horrible feeling it's not going to be pretty.....

Great work, hon.

Jules

ooo Sam does have some awesome powers in this fic :) doing that whole vision thing we knew about, and sending Dean thoughts (basically kinda like the way Andy use to do). Great update :D

Awesome update! :clap Poor Dean :( Cant wait to see what happens next :cheer

Awesome update!!!

Of course i love evil things :evil, i can think of a few evil things i'd like to do to Dean/Jensen.

I cant wait for the next update.

Claire

xXx

This is a great update. I'm excited to see how Dean will find a way to stop Sam without killing him. Even though he is evil, I would never want to see Sam killed for good. That just isnt' right, to truly take one Winchester brother away from the other. Great work. I'm looking forward to waht's going to happen. :D

Howdy guys!

I'm posting on time, so no evil waits this time!! FIRST!!! Good news and bad news!!!

Good news: i finished Dance with the Devil this weekend! it is DONE! The only thing left is to post...

Bad news: well, there actually isn't(yet). Just start stock piling the tissues...

Cooldudet: *smishes* oh thanks hun, that means a lot!! i'm glad you're still liking it as much as you are! And you can keep the sympathy for Dean in this chap; it might not be a bad idea to throw in a couple hugs too... he's coming to a big decision in this one...

Jules: i was a good little girl this weekend, so here i am! Update ready and roaring to go! No big bro face off YET(next update), but PLENTY of Dean angst and anger. Plus he finally makes THE decision! Be prepared... *sings to the lion king*

Supernaturalfreak8: We'll be seein' a LOT more of Sammy's powers in the next chap! When Sam gets moody, stuff goes awry... For power!Sam, this one you won't want to miss... And they stick around right till the very end!! So you should get your fill of it!

Extremediva: Thanks hun! I'm loading on the Dean angst in this one and the next one, then a break, then EXTREME Dean angst! Its Dean angst galore! And oh so fun to write... Hope you like this update too!! Dean and the gang find Jo and her family...

Claire: I love evilness too... i just wanna do evil stuff to Sam/Jared, and now Castiel/Misha... No physical evil Sam in this one, but plenty of the evidence that he's not what he used to be... Next chap, a big dose of evil Sam! Lots and lots of him...

Sami: Well, i can't tell you what happens (i'd give away the rest of the story), but i think you'll like it... i had a lot of fun writing it. But, as you will see, Dean's got a big choice to make, and Sam hasn't exactly been brother of the month... What he does(and will do), will affect Dean's decision on Sam's part.

HERES CHAPTER 6!!! ENJOY!!!


Chapter 6: Hit List

Dean was driving slowly down the street, waiting with tense anticipation to pick up any more whispers of his brother. Claire sat beside him, while Bobby and Ellen were in the back.

“You getting anything?” asked Claire, looking around uneasily. Dean didn’t answer, slowing to a stop. He looked out the passenger window to the house across the street. The door was hanging off its hinges, and something dark was smeared on the door.

“This is it,” he muttered, shutting off the Impala, his jaw set and expression ugly. They got out, walking across the street to the house, Adam and the others following.

“What are we going to do?” asked Claire, not taking her icy eyes off of the house. Dean paused, then answered.

“I’m going in the house, somebody can come with me, and the others should keep a lookout,” he rasped.

“We’re just going inside? We have no idea if there are any demons in there!” Adam hissed, coming up behind them. Dean spun around, hazel eyes burning.

“They’re gone; they did their job and left,” he snapped, “You’ll be fine, nothing to scare you.” Adam scowled.

“How come you’re so sure?”

Dean looked back at the house, a cold feeling in the pit of his stomach. “Call it a hunch,” he said, then flashed a cocky grin at Adam. “You can stay outside if you’re so scared.” Not giving Adam any time to answer, he ascended the steps, silent as a cat. Pausing momentarily before he entered, he surveyed the room cautiously. Bile rose in his throat and he had to fight the urge to be sick.

At first glance, the room looked like that of any young family’s: second hand couch, a number of baby toys, small TV, some pictures… then there was the blood and the bodies. A young man lay crumpled and bloody by the far wall, the red liquid pooled around his head. On the opposite side, a woman about his age and presumably his wife, rested awkwardly on the floor, blood matting her blonde hair and forming a small lake around her upper body and head.

“Holy Christ,” Bobby hissed, staring pale faced at the scene before him.

Dean swallowed, trying not to think of his brother. “Spread out, see if there’s any sign of where he might have gone,” he rasped. Bobby and Ellen brushed past him, one taking the downstairs while the other took the second floor.

“You gonna be okay?” murmured Claire. Dean shook his head.

“No, but we gotta find out what the hell’s going on.” Stepping forward, he went over to the closer of the two corpses, the woman. As he came around to see her fully, the sick feeling in his gut doubled and he sucked back a breath; clutched in her arms was the form of her child, still and lifeless.

“Dammit, dammit, Sam,” he hissed between his teeth, bending down. He heard Claire gasp and choke, evidently seeing the baby and visualizing her son in its place, then walk away, sound of crying coming following her. Dean didn’t do anything for a while, simply studying the mother and child and battling with now the constant conflict of what he had to do when he found his brother. He pushed back the woman’s hair and finally got a good look at her face. He narrowed his eyes then froze.

“Claire, get Ellen,” he said, his voice going up an octave. Not bothering to ask why, Claire sped off up the stairs to find the older woman. Within seconds, they were both back.

“Dean, what’s-” she started to say, then her eyes fell on woman’s face. She turned white as snow and started trembling.

“Ellen, is this Jo?” asked Dean, his voice shaking a little. Ellen didn’t answer, her horrified gaze cemented to the body of her daughter.

“No, no, no-” she moaned, struggling against Claire’s grip. Bobby came up from the basement to see what was going on

“Get her out of here,” said Dean sharply, waving for Claire to take Ellen outside before something happened. Ellen was in near hysterics, fighting hard to go back and see her daughter, tears streaking her face and her desperate words filling the air. Dean swore under his breath, battling his own emotions as he swept Jo’s hair across her pale face again, unable to look upon the face of death any longer. Bobby was standing over him, his shoulders stiff and expression grimly painful.

“You think Sam did this?” he asked quietly. Dean stood up, brushing his bloody hands on his jeans.

“Probably. He wouldn’t hesitate over something like this anymore; he’s not my brother anymore,” he said with an icy calm and cold realization. His brother had ceased to exist; there was only the physical remnant, everything else was a ruthless, unfeeling, murderer, intent on world domination. Sam was dead to him. Bobby’s eyes widened a little at Dean’s revelation, but he kept his mouth shut. They stood over Jo’s body for a while longer, both lost in their thoughts

“We should probably leave,” Bobby mumbled finally. Dean nodded, stepping over Jo’s lifeless form and walking to the door. “Wait, Dean, hang on a minute.” Dean felt Bobby pull on his jacket sleeve and drag him back into the room. The older man pointed at the far wall, looking apprehensive. Dean turned his head to see what he was looking at, and his stomach turned over.

The former blank wall now a had a dark message scrawled across the centre, one that hadn’t been there seconds before:

Dear Dean,

Give me what I want, or little Sammy joins the likes of Jo and family. You’ve seen what I can do. Don’t make me do it again.

Sam

“Dean?”

Dean was still, his eyes fixated on the wall. Slowly, his jaw tightened and his hands clenched, fury radiating off his rigid body. Without replying, he stalked out the door, making a beeline for the Impala. Popping open the trunk, he sifted through his arsenal, choosing only his best.

“What are you doing? What’s going on?” someone asked. Dean turned slowly, cocking his shotgun.

“We got work to do.”


[B]Hope you guys liked! And no, I'm not joking either; Dean did make that decision. Whether he'll be true to it is a different story... But if you want to know for sure, you'll have to come around friday when we have our first face off!!! Thanks for reading and please comment!

LOVES TO YOU ALL!!!!

Pauline

OMG! OMFG!! Poor Ellen :cry and poor Dean :(

I'm loving that you threw in the "we got work to do" line :lol: I cant wait to see what Dean does next and to see what Sam has planned... I cant wait til Friday!! :cheer This story rocks!! :hi5

OMG Sam is no longer Dean's brother to him
according to him he has no brother
OMG
the crap has has hit the fan
or it is getting there
either way
OMFG

dude the day I find out what you being the author did to Sam to change him
I don't know if I want to kill you lol
or thank you
for this amazing fic
I hope that made sense

probaby a bit of both lol lmao :cheer :wub: :bang

Evil cliffie!!!

That was so sad, Dean making the decision that his brother was truly dead to him. I hope it isn't true - I hope that Sam isn't entirely lost.

But it sounds as if there are going to be some pretty nasty fireworks very soon, when Dean catches up to him.

And hopefully someone is looking after little Sammy while all this is going on.

Poor Ellen - can only imagine her pain at finding her daughter like that.

Oh, Sam - what have you done? And can you ever come back from the darkness?

:cry :cry :cry

Jules

Heeere's the Update! Morning folks! I have to make my morning spiel short because i have to get ready for school, but i will reply to your guys' comments now!

Extremediva: I agree, poor Ellen and poor Dean. I had the scene playing out in my head for a while, and it was quite difficult to write and get it right. And now you have to wait no longer, for here is the update! Its time for a brother brother showdown… And Dean’s decision is going to be put to the test…

Cooldudet: Crap hitting the fan? Yes. Fan going to blow up? Most definitely… Right now? Unfortunately not! BUT… I have a treat for you! For, after this update, YOU WILL GET THE ANSWER TO SAM’S EVILNESS!!! And I think you will be pleased… But I’ll let you decide what my fate should be…

Jules: Evil cliffie no more!! At least, today's isn't. I have a few more in store... And you will be getting the fireworks display today! Complete with thunder and lightning! And don't worry about li'l Sammy... i made sure he's safe and sound... For now... But the light at the end of the tunnel is approaching! Answers!!

Lurkers: You know i love your lurking awesomeness! Thanks for reading!

AND NOW... The time has come for a little showdown... ENJOY!!!!


Chapter 7: Breaking Storm

The sunlight was fading in the west, incoming clouds hiding the afternoon rays. In the Impala, nobody spoke, no one moved, and it was silent save for the growl of the motor and the odd sigh. Ellen stared out the window with blood shot eyes, the sheen of tears still evident in the light. Claire sat beside her, her hand tight on the other woman’s, keeping her anchored. Bobby and Dean were up front, both staring out the windshield, Bobby’s expression sad and drained, Dean’s hard and determined.

“Where do we go from here?” asked Bobby finally.

“Where do you think?” growled Dean, “We get rid of Sam. We get rid of Sam, and everything goes back to being normal.” Everybody looked at Dean, surprised mirrored in their faces.

“Get rid of-as in kill?” said Claire, her blue eyes wide.

“If that’s what it takes…”

“He’s your brother!”

Dean didn’t reply right away, just gave the car more gas. “Not anymore,” he rasped. And with that, the brief conversation was ended. Claire and Bobby exchanged a worried look, both uneasy about how much Dean had changed in the past few hours.

“Dean-”

“I’m fine,” he snarled, glaring at both of them. Turning around, his hazel eyes widened a little with alarm; thick gray fog had formed a solid wall just a few hundred feet in front of them. “What the hell?” He looked at Bobby, who seemed just as perplexed as he was, “That wasn’t there a minute ago.”

Bobby nodded after a moment. A cold feeling washed over Dean, and he looked around; he had the impression somebody was watching him. They hadn’t gone more than a few miles into the fog when the Impala started spluttering and slowing down.

“Dean?” asked Claire, tension clear in her voice.

“It’s not me,” he replied, trying to get the car to go faster and only making it die completely. Wild eyed, he stared out the windows, trying to see if anything was coming. Bobby’s husky voice brought him back to look out the front.

“We got company,” rasped the older hunter, pointing off into the distance. At first there was only unending gray, then darker gray blobs detached from the mist, till finally there was a solid black line of figures. The one in the centre stood almost a head taller than the others, and a shaggy mop of hair decorated his head.

“Sam,” whispered Dean, the boiling anger and need for revenge surging up and roaring like a monster. Only half knowing what he was doing, he got out, slamming the door harder than he needed to. The mist suddenly cleared so that there was a circle of clear space between Sam and the demons, and Dean and the other hunters. He could clearly see his brother’s face, the cold malignant smile bright as day on the thin face. Only vaguely aware of the others also getting out, he took a few paces towards his brother.

“Nice party you got here, Dean,” drawled Sam, looking pointedly at the passengers from both the Impala and Adam’s truck. Dean had to fight the violent urge not attack his brother right then.

“All the better to kill you with, you sick bastard,” he snapped, voice shaking. Sam pretended to look hurt, laughing coldly.

“Kill me? You, Dean? My own big brother?” he said, fixing Dean with his puppy dog look. Dean felt his legs turn to water; it was like looking into a younger version of his brother or an older version of his son. It didn’t matter; all that he knew was that no matter what his brother did, no matter how many people he murdered, he couldn’t be sure that he could kill him. Sam’s smile widened, knowing that his stint of puppy eyes had turned his brother’s resolve to mush. “Knew you couldn’t.”

“You can’t keep doing this! You can’t keep killing people!” Dean shot back, trying to regain the cold composure he’d had moments before. Sam rolled his eyes.

“And who’s going to stop me? You?” yawned Sam.

“If that’s what needs to be done, than yes.”

“You know what happens to people who try to stop me, right?”

Dean dropped his eyes, the memory of Jo’s torn body floating into his head. “I do… Sam, how could you?”

“He got in the way! He should have known better-” snarled Sam, suddenly angry.

“And Jo? She deserved to die like that too? She was your friend for Christ’s sake-” Lightning split the sky and thunder boomed, threatening to shatter Dean’s ears. He flinched, then looked back to his brother. Sam’s face was unnaturally pale, eyes alight with fury and loathing, and strings of electricity circling his fists.

“I didn’t touch her. Don’t you ever say I killed her,” he rumbled, his voice echoing strangely, “Until you know the full story, don’t accuse me of anything.” Narrowing his eyes, he turned to leave. Dean was left with his mouth hanging open.

A gunshot ripped through the air.

Sam staggered, letting out a cry of surprise. He spun around, blood running down his black jacket, a ragged hole gaping from his shoulder. His eyes were wide with shock and pain, then rage. “Bad idea,” he hissed. Dean stumbled backwards, terror, surprise and confusion swimming in his white face; he hadn’t fired the shot. He turned around just in time to see Gordon lower the smoking .45. Then something hit him from behind, and the thunderstorm broke overhead. The rain came pouring down, filling his nose and making him choke; whoever had pushed him down was holding his head down to the cracked pavement, and with the pounding rain, water was starting to fill up the crevices and holes. And then there was no air. Raw panic filled Dean as he thrashed for air and only found water. The weight on his back seemed to get heavier and heavier-

He was gasping, breathing again. The weight was gone, and someone was hauling him to his feet. Still sucking in the sweet life giving oxygen, he looked down to see a sodden Claire, shot gun in hand.

“What took you so long?” he wheezed. She rolled her eyes, handing him his own shotgun.

“Sorry, I was only trying to take down three demons at once,” she snapped, trying to look angry, but fear of their present situation won. He looked back to see where the demon that had drown him had disappeared to, and, discovering it had ran back to join the fray, took off to where the others were fighting, Claire hot on his heels.

“Where’s Sam?” he shouted over the thunder.

“Last I saw, he was tackling Gordon and Maurice,” she answered, swiping her hair from her face, “You go find him; I’ll help Bobby and Ellen.” Before he could stop her, she was gone, lost to the rain. He was alone once again. Proceeding with much more caution, he had to use his ears more than his eyes.

“Omne phantasma, omnis legio, in nomine, Domini nostri- ”

“Sorry kid, but exorcisms don’t work on me.”

Dean started as he heard first Maurice, then Sam speak. Following their voices, he arrived just in time to see Sam snap the boy’s neck, letting him fall to the ground like a sack of potatoes. Then it was just Gordon and Sam.

“Gordon, run!” screamed Dean, running over to the two, but it was no use. Sam flung his arm out, throwing Dean off to the side and winding him badly, then focused entirely on Gordon. He chuckled sardonically.

“Gordon Walker, I have waited a long, long time for this…” he growled.

“Sam Winchester, I always knew you were too much of a freak to die,” retorted the vampire hunter. Sam narrowed his eyes, then grinned triumphantly.

“Maybe so; but you’re not enough of a freak to live,” he said lazily, raising his hand and curling his fingers in partially. The effect on Gordon was instantaneous and horrific. The vampire hunter was raised off the ground a few inches, his body stiff, first with shock and then with agony. His mouth opened and closed like a fish, but Dean couldn’t hear anything coming out. A trickle of blood slithered down Gordon’s chin, disappearing with the rain. Suddenly, the trickle morphed to a river, and the redness was too powerful for the water, painting the ground a sickly scarlet. Dean’s eyes were as wide as they could get, flicking between Gordon and Sam. His brother’s face was twisted and animalistic, pure and unadulterated evil. Only when Gordon was past dead did he let him fall to the ground. As soon as he let Gordon go though, he swayed on the spot, looking like he was going to faint. The pouring rain lessened for a moment, then picked up. And the entire time, Dean’s eyes never left Sam’s.

Shaking his head like he was suffering from a headache, Sam cast one last look at his older brother.

“Be seein’ you, Dean,” he hissed, and disappeared.

The storm stopped, the fog lifted, and the last rays of the sun bore down on them. Maurice and Gordon lay dead in front of him. Getting up and turning around, he saw Adam was barely standing and Bobby had a nasty gash on his forehead. The demons were gone. Dean met Claire’s scared blue eyes, then stared into the sunset, cold emptiness filling him.

The sky stained red, the sun sank beneath the horizon.



See? Not as evil a cliffie. I had quite a bit of fun writing it, if only because i got to kill Gordon. That's actually why he and Maurice made appearances; to be the victims of Sam. As for the exorcism ritual Maurice is reciting, its the one from the Supernatural book of Demons, spirits and ghouls(or whatever it is called; title always confuses me)

NEXT WEEK! THE ANSWER TO SAM'S EVILNESS!!! and its all with Sam... Dean will reappear next friday. Thanks for reading and please comment!

Loves to you all!!!

Pauline

NEXT WEEK! THE ANSWER TO SAM'S EVILNESS!!! and its all with Sam... Dean will reappear next friday. Thanks for reading and please comment!

next week you said we were gonna find out in this update grrrrrrr
lol
I guess I can wait
OMG
wow that was intense
I love that bit that when Sam gave Dean the puppy eyes
I guess Dean faltered a bit if taht is the right word
like he couldn't hurt him I hope that made sense

oh and when at the begining when Dean ws talking about killing Sam
wow intensen
love it
can't wait for more
I actually squeed when i SAW that you updated :cheer :wub: :wub: :cheer

Oh man :skip Awesome update! :clap Sam took out Gordon :woohoo Your evil Sam rocks :hi5 hehe Loved the brothers reunion and the fight. This story is getting better every update and I cant wait to see what happens next!! :cheer

I can't feel sorry for Gordon. Not one little bit. Actually, I think I had a tiny, evil smile when the blood started flowing in rivers. Is that bad of me?

Intriguing that Sam had that little moment of anger when Dean accused him of killing Jo. Hopefully we will find out next week what he meant in his reply to Dean about not accusing him until Dean knows the full story.

So the puppy dog eyes are still there. Wonder if the rest of our gentle Sammy is still in there, too - locked deep inside and screaming to get out. :(

Poor Dean, though - faced with what his brother can do, and knowing that Sam in his current state needs to be stopped. :cry

Can't wait for next week.

Jules

I'm going to do this reply in two parts. I only just got to reading your chapter six, and I want to reply to it, even though it's a bit late, before I get to chapter seven.

Ch. 6
Holy cow. That was way sad. It was interesting that it took Dean a while before he figured out that it was Jo. It was interesting to me that he called for Ellen to confirm, rather than search the body for ID and to shoo Ellen away. I suppose this way works too though. It was sad and chilling at the same time. I am really not liking evil Sam, though I still see hope. "Don't make me do this again" in Sam's note could have different inflections when read aloud. It can have the threatening sound, but it could also have a pleading note to it. Maybe good Sam is trying to show himself a little. And Dean having work to do. I'm afraid for this showdown. I don't know how it is going to go down. It's sure to be interesting.

Ch. 7
Oh my goodness. wow. Who knew that Sam could be so wicked. I'm actually kind of sad for Gordon, and Maurice too. Poor guys. I still think that good Sam is in there. He didn't want to be landed with the responsibility of Jo's death, that has to mean something. Come on Sam! I believe in you. You kick that evil SOB out of you and turn back to normal. Dean needs you and your puppy dog eyes for the power of good.


Fantastic chapters my friend. The story just keeps getting better and better. I'm looking forward to a few anwers.

~Sami

all I can say is wow...I don't really think that Dean could ever kill his younger brother no matter what he ends up being or who he kills. I'm looking forward to the next update :)

Good day to you all!! ITS ANSWER TIME!!!! at least for Sam's part. I hope you all will enjoy it, because i know some of you were wanting answers to Sammy's evilness, and this is it!!! Get the pitchforks ready for Azazel though... you'll be wanting them after...

Cooldudet: I’m sorry!! But I promise this is THE answer chapter! I actually wrote it with you in mind, so think of this as YOUR chapter… Oh the power of puppy eyes… They sway everyone to do anything! Dean always knew he couldn’t really kill Sam, deep down he knew, but Sam only reaffirmed it for him… But still. Something has to be done.

Extremediva: Oh thank you!! I loved writing that chapter, and I really get into my element with Sam. He gets to do all the stuff I can’t get away with (murder, torture… etc) If you loved that fight, you’ll love the finale. I had a lot fun writing that one. Think this past fight, only on a more grand and epic scale… But I can’t give it all away! Mega spoilers…

Jules: oh, you are evil! Nah, Gordo got what he deserved. NOBODY touches Sammy and gets away unscathed. Hmmm… that made me think, in response to Sam’s anger. I originally had it thought out that Sam wasn’t going to take the blame for stuff he didn’t do, but now that you bring it up, it could also be a silent cry of old Sam. You may find some answers to that in this chap…

Sami: for chapter 7: I had it planned out originally that Dean did recognize that it was Jo, but he didn’t want to believe it, that’s why he called Ellen. I don’t think he would have done that on purpose if he knew for certain. I would tell you not to worry about Sammy, but I happen to know the ending of this fic… and it has some twists to it…
For chapter 8: Oh Sam is definitely that evil. But, as you will see in this chap, it’s not his fault! He can still be saved! But it has to come with a price… And if say anymore, I’ll ruin everything. But keep up your hope for Sammy! He’s still in there. And only Dean can let him out.

Supernaturalfreak8: Thanks hun! I don’t think Dean will kill Sam either, but he has a lot to tackle right now too. He’s got his son and Claire to think about, and knowing what his brother can do, it scares the holy hell out of him. Dean’s got some decisions to make, and whatever he decides will determine his end and everyone elses.

So here ya go! Thank you guys for putting up with my madness for these past three fics. The end is near!!! We now have four more chapters after this one, pluse a short epilogue, but it all comes together now! ENJOY!!!!!


Chapter 8: Locked History

“That was rash, idiotic, and dangerous!”

Sam rolled his eyes, sighing with boredom and pressing harder to stanch the blood flow from his shoulder. Darius paced behind him, fretting like a new mother. “It worked though, didn’t it? We took out two hunters, four if you count Jo and what’s-his-face,” said Sam, throwing away the bloody rag and picking up a clean one.

“And you nearly get killed!” screeched Darius. Sam glared at him.

“It’s a flesh wound, you idiot, nothing time won’t heal,” he snapped. Darius faced Sam, looking ready to smack some sense into the young man’s head.

“Time! Something we don’t exactly have a lot of right now!” he yelled in Sam’s face, “This is exactly the sort of situation we need Azazel for. And why can’t we have him? Oh that’s right, you killed him! Great going, boy!”

Sam finally had it. Slamming down his hand with the rag, he stood up and faced the much shorter demon.

“You really oughta treat me with some respect,” he murmured, voice soft and deadly. Darius swallowed.

“Or what?”

Sam brought his hand to just in front of Darius’s throat. The demon gagged, his smoke form pooling out of his mouth and thrashing in the air.

“I’ll show you the true meaning of pain, slow and tortuous,” he said, a look of twisted innocence on his thin face, “You want to know that true meaning?” Darius shook his head rapidly. Sam played with pulling the demon in and out, then let him go.

Darius collapsed to all fours, coughing and wheezing. Sam went back to bandaging his bullet wound. One thing that somewhat irked him was that Azazel had never taught him how to heal. Not that he needed or wanted to heal people, but at times like this, it would be nice to not have to rely on bandages.

“How’s your head?” gasped Darius, hauling himself to his feet, “I noticed you got a headache at the girl’s house and again when we attacked those hunters.” Sam’s jaw clenched, pressing harder on the bullet hole harder than necessary.

“It was nothing; just got carried away,” he growled, finally taking the surgical tape and closing up the wound.

“Are you sure?”

Sam whipped around, his eyes flaming. “Very. Now, if you’re through asking me questions, I’m going to get some sleep.” Not waiting for Darius to answer, he stalked out of the room, the air crackling ominously. Darius watched the young man closely as his back retreated, then teleported to the library. Azazel had taken careful and detailed notes on the boy’s training, and these headaches were making Darius uneasy. Killing the girl and her baby should have been easy, but the boy couldn’t do it, and that was definitely not supposed to happen. He should have been comfortable with killing anybody, past friend or foe.

He raised his hand to light the torches in the room, heading for one of the bookcases. Hell wasn’t known for its literature, but demon history was carefully documented, and, by the higher level demons, analyzed as to how this could help with future wanderings among the human race and who was of interest. The Campbell line had long held the interest of a number of the big wigs down below, and now the Winchesters. So when Azazel had chosen young Samuel, it was with a curious eye that many other demons watched him and the other Special Children. In fact, when the time had come for Azazel to choose his apprentice, there had been a great deal of betting on who would win.

However, none of that interested Darius at the present. What he wanted to know was what was causing the boy’s headaches. Skimming his fingers over the beaten leather books, he pulled off a relatively fresh and thick volume. The title was in Latin, but essentially translated to The Training and Ascension of Samuel Winchester. Darius found himself a comfy leather chair, then settled down to read. Flipping past the first few chapters describing Sam’s gifts, he found what he was looking for: Suppressing the Mind and Memory.

Day 56:
Sam has been plagued by nightmares for the past number of weeks, all to do with his brother. His body is coming along well, but even with the induced amnesia, he has begun to ask about Dean constantly. I was puzzled about what to do with this for a while until I talked to Alistair. He suggested shutting the boy’s good memories up, putting them under heavy lock, and essentially leaving him with only his memories of hatred, hurt, and abandonment. I have attempted to do thus, but the boy is more powerful than I anticipated, or at least his love for his brother is. Although admirable to see him have this amount of loyalty to the selfish idiot, I have not the need or want to see him drop everything to see his brother. I will continue with this until I have the results I need.

Darius bent closer over the page, studying the section again, then flipped ahead some more.

Day 72:
My plan is so far going ahead without too many problems. I have essentially locked away all of Sam’s memories, and have supplemented a few of my own invention to make him more accepting of my control. I was actually quite surprised to see how many unpleasant memories he had before I blocked away his enjoyable ones, but it all works out better to my cause. He has recently taken a liking to torturing some of my hellhound’s chew toys, and I am pleased; he’s quite ruthless already. I feel we may try for something a bit more close to home in a few days to see how his mind is holding up.

Day 73:
Trying to push Sam with victims resembling family and friends turned out to be a massive mistake. I first created the illusion of his father, and for a while, it worked perfectly. However, as the torture progressed, Sam began experiencing headaches. I cut the illusion out, leaving the original victim in its place. As soon as the vision of his father disappeared, he recovered somewhat, but continued complaining of head pains. I waited until even these ceased, then introduced his next challenge: killing his brother. I should have known better. As soon as Sam laid eyes on the Dean-Illusion, he started screaming, trying to dig into his head physically. I quickly ended the illusion and explored his mind; the memory seal had broken and he had recovered a vast majority of the memories I had hidden away. It took a great deal of temporary barriers to reduce his hysteria and get him back to a relatively calm state. I will not press him again until I know for sure the permanent barriers are strong enough to hold under any pressure, and therefore kill Dean Winchester. Until then, it will be just regular training.

Darius’s attention was immediately caught, sensing he was on the right track. He flipped to right near the end, hoping for a more definite answer.

Day 983:
I tested Sam’s mind barriers today while he was asleep. Although the boy has progressed rapidly, in some cases beyond my wildest dreams, this still troubles me. The barriers should be stronger and more secure after so much time; I have not tested him with the illusions of his past family since the disastrous consequences nearly three years ago (see page fifty three, Day 73). I have therefore decided that, although he may open the Gate and lead the army, any work involving his brother or those he was close to must be avoided at all costs until his memories are completely secure. Once they are secure, I will not hold him back. His time has come, and I look forward to his releasing on the world with great pleasure.

A note to those who may work with Sam: if he starts complaining or experiencing headaches, get him to me as soon as possible. He may very well be experiencing a relapse in regards to his memories, and it must be fixed immediately.

Darius closed the book, a mix of feelings circulating in his mind. Evidently Sam’s memory barriers were failing, if that was indeed what Sam was experiencing. And if it was… It set up a few tantalizing options. He could either try to convince Sam to not go after Dean, or let the boy go after his brother and hope that nothing happened, or… and this appealed to him a fair bit, let Sam go after Dean and have a memory relapse, essentially letting he, Darius, get control of the demon army. A maniacal smile pulled at his lips.

After all, why play with fate when you knew what was going to happen?


[B]This was never Sam's fault, and never will be. You have the truth and the trigger to set him free!! But its one nasty trigger too. Hope you guys liked that explaination as to why Sam is the way he is!

NEXT UPDATE: Dean put's his fears out in the open for Claire! Its a bit of an emotional one, so you may want some tissues for it. It's Dean angst galore.

THANKS FOR READING!!!! and please comment!

Loves to you all!!

Pauline