#demon sam
—-hello! Just posting part of a Fanfiction I am working on! It is weecest! Nothing special. Sam trying to figure out his emotions. I’m not quite sure what I’m doing with it, I maaaay scrap the idea.
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Sixteen year old Sam Winchester drug his feet along the beaten pathway back towards the motel; prom night that’s what it was. Not for him, it was the one night of the year where the town lit to life. Why wouldn’t they had left town before this? Why couldn’t they had dipped and followed that lead on the werewolf? Dad would happily had done that, if he had been able to kill the rugaru earlier. Dumb people and their slip up made the brothers stay their longer – forcing them into sticking at this school.
His fingers twisted the knob of the motel room, pushing the door open just as soft giggling was heard on the others side. Alright. He knew that noise; he knew the soft grunt as well – as a frown appeared upon his lips he stepped back, gently latching the door once again. Prom just meant teenagers would be sleeping around; Dean would or did bring back someone. Disgusting. ‘Why couldn’t it had been me in there?’ A dirty but innocent thought at the time occurred, he sooo badly wanted to be that moaning whimpering mess of a female. He wanted to feel Dean’s fingers brushing through his hair, tugging the locks. He wanted Dean to bruise him. Break him.
As long as it was Dean.
Just big brother Dean.
No one else.
“Bite me,” Came a sneer from the younger Winchester; lips pulling back showing his teeth; Dean merely grinned in response. So what he messed with Sam’s coffee?
Leaning back in this ‘excuse for a dining chair’ his brows raised; lips perked into a cocky smirk. One Sam knew all too well at this point in his life. “Tell me where, baby boy?”
A sight many monsters would love to see in their lives was happening right before this demon; Sam Winchester broken and utterly ready to give anything. Anything for his brother; as Dean would do the same for him. Their relationship at this point had become highly unhealthy, a relationship that couldn’t be fixed, couldn’t be changed. Nothing but the elder and thoughts of murder swirled around in that thick skull of his. No demon could change that; none could change his desire—or his need for the elder.
Sam Winchester had killed his big brother; now sitting on his knees before a crossroads demon. Desperation radiating off of the young male like cologne; he fucked up, fucked up big time. Sliding his slender fingers into the dirt road below, he curled them in. Grabbing handfuls or the dirt road, inhaling sharply before letting out a sob that shook his shoulders. “B-Bring him back….bring him back...” He croaked out tilting his head back, hazel eyes filled with tears.
“Sammy?” Silence fell between the three in the room, moments before everything had been cheery. Everything had been ‘normal’ or what could be classified as normal. Sam Winchester was no more. Castiel could see as such, his soul had been twisted and stretched until what was left was broken down—turned. “We…We..” The eldest Winchester stepped closer, a hand outstretched, “We can…” ⠀
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“Dean, don’t,” Castiel spoke up, grabbing ahold of Dean’s shoulder, shaking his head in disapproval. “It isn’t Sam.” ⠀
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A smile cracked on Sam’s face looking down to his feet, shaking his head in amusement. “You’re wrong, Castiel. I’m still Sam. Just the newer better version. The stronger version. And I’d appreciate if you two were to stay out of my way, got that?”
“Sammy…don’t do this,” The eldest Winchester gripped his handgun tight, “Don’t make me do this.”
He was tired of taking orders, tired of acting like he was normal—like he was human. Sam Winchester was done playing the nice game, not that he was ever truly nice when it came to what he was. A monster. A creature they swore to destroy, eradicate. But no, Sam wasn’t going to kill them anymore, no. He was going to be king. As powerful and mighty as he was he could do it. ⠀
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“Take it easy, Sam. You..you do you and I’ll do me, alright?” Dean held his hands up in defeat taking a few steps away from his demonic brother, a lump forming in his throat at how nervous he had become. Sam wouldn’t kill him, right? It didn’t seem like he was going to. “You can—“ ⠀
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“Shut up,” Sam waved his hand, sending his older brother flying back into the wall, knocking him out cold. “I’m tired of you running your mouth off. I’m tired of acting good because I “should”. I’m done with this, Dean. ALL OF IT.” He hissed clenching his jaw, rolling his head back, inhaling softly. As he opened his eyes they were painted completely black, darker than anything they had ever faced. “It feels so good….being free. Feels so me.” ⠀
