Dance with the Devil, Its come down to Sam vs Dean...

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

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!

I've been lurking hehe 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 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


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 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...

Jules

come on update soon 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