WARNINGS:

- SPOILERS up to Season 10, episode 3 "Soul Survivor".

- MILD SWEARING

The lines and actions at the beginning are taken straight from the episode, with some additions on my part. The differences come in soon, though, as I didn't want to simply repeat what you have already seen.

Who else thinks Dean did not stay a demon long enough, or have enough time with Sam while being a demon? I liked what they did in the show but felt that there were more possibilities!


I force myself to set the pictures back on the table, taking a moment before standing and exiting Dean's room. I make sure to turn the lights off and close the door carefully. It will be there for him when the cure works.

Trudging back to the basement storeroom where I left him, I try to push Dean's words from my mind. I know I can't trust anything he tells me, because this isn't really Dean at all. He's been taken over by the Mark, and I'll be damned if I let him stay this way. The human blood is working, or at least I hope that's what it's doing. I can't ignore the nagging fear that the treatments are actually killing him, rather than cleansing him. But with no other options available, there's nothing else I can do but continue.

I take a deep breath before rounding the corner. What I see makes my heart jump in my throat.

The chair remains in the center of the Devil's Trap, but there's no one in it. Dean's gone. And I'm screwed.

I waste no time in scurrying to the end of the hall, hunter training kicking in as I scan around me to check for my brother. No sign of him, so I move on. My heart is beating far too fast, its thundering reverberating in my ears.

I know I have to shut the bunker down before Dean escapes, so I go as quickly and quietly as I can to the desk that holds all of the keys to the place, and then make my way to the electrical controls. I flip the switch and the lights begin to blink red, the warning signal echoing throughout the bunker. I know it's a dead giveaway of my location, but it's more important to make sure that Dean can't get away.

His voice - his but different, lower - makes me jump. "Smart, Sam!" My sweaty palm slips off the lever as my eyes flicker towards the door. How close is he? "Locking the place down...Doors won't open. I get it, but here's the thing...I don't wanna leave - not till I find you!" I can hear his footsteps in the hall now, but I've already started moving, slipping out of the door and down another hall. Where I plan to go, or how I'm going to make it out of this, I don't know. Dean might be locked in, but so am I. And if we're locked in, all chances of help are also locked out.

"Sammy!" Dean shouts, using the familiar nickname in his new, dangerous tone. Sweat has broken out across my brow, but I just try to keep moving, even though I have no destination planned. I have my knife, but I don't want it to come to that...If I could just get to some holy water... "You're just making this worse for yourself, man!"

Though I hate everything he is saying, it is better for Dean to keep talking so I can keep track of his position. The last thing I want is to be jumped by surprise. I change my course, headed towards the dungeon. If I can get a hold of my holy water and trick Dean back into that chair, hopefully both of us can come away with as little injuries as possible. "Oh, by the way you can blame yourself for me getting loose. All that blood you pumped into me to make me human, well, the less demon I was the less the cuffs worked. And that devil's trap, well, I just walked right across it. It smarted, but still..."

My blood runs cold. Dean's voice is far too close now, which means I misjudged his location. I curse internally. It would be easier if it was anyone else, but Dean - demon or not - knows the bunker even better than I do. I start booking it for the dungeon, trying to stay quiet but also aware that I'll never make it if I keep on with that slow pace.

Dean stopped talking, though, and I can't hear his footsteps anymore, either. I pause for a moment, holding my breath in the hopes that I'll be able to locate my brother. My skin is crawling; goosebumps making the hairs on my arms stand on end. With only a moment's hesitation, I slip as stealthily as possible around the corner, almost to my destination.

I shout in surprise when I see Dean before me, and duck as he swings a hammer at my head. It gets caught in the plaster of the wall next to me, but he seems undeterred, throwing a punch to my side. The impact knocks me into the wall, and another cry of pain escapes me as my wounded shoulder is smashed between my body and the tile.

I recover quickly, swiping my knife through the air to rest threateningly at his throat. My breath catches, and I try to steady my shaking hand, forcing him against the wall. "Dean, please, I know you're in there. Don't make me do this." I plead, looking into his eyes imploringly.

"Well that's too bad for you, isn't it?" He scoffs, not seeming phased at all by the weapon under his chin. "Because you really mean that. The thing is, Sammy...I don't believe you'll do it. You don't have the heart to kill your big brother, do you?"

"I will if you leave me no choice, Dean." I insist. Dean's eyes narrow threateningly as a smile spreads across his face.

"Then do it, baby brother."

I tighten my grip on the knife handle, steadying the blade against his skin as my hand shakes. "Dean, you can beat this, I know you can."

"Has it ever occurred to you that I don't want to be cured? I like the disease, Sammy. Hell, it beats hurtin' every day over some crap or another. And it sure is better than listening to your problems and trying to fix them for you. When are you going to take responsibility for your hand in the chaos, huh? You've killed just as many as I have. And remember all the times you were too weak to win? Like with Ruby, or when you lost your soul? You're a murderer, same as me. Now Sammy, make a decision. Quit stalling."

"I never wanted to hurt anyone, and neither did you. Just let go, Dean. We were making progress!"

Dean answers with a sly smirk that doesn't reach his eyes, which flick to black. "Time's up."

He swipes his foot behind my knees, sending me stumbling back. I throw a punch, but he grips my arm, holding it fast in the air between us for a moment before twisting it behind me. I cry out, trying to fight against him but the demon inside is giving him supernatural strength, squeezing so hard that tears spring into my eyes. In the next moment he is holding the knife against my exposed neck, reversing the past positions.

"Dean, please -" I clamp my mouth closed when he presses the blade against my skin, drawing blood.

"Shut up, baby brother, and walk back to the dungeon. Don't you want to have some quality play time?"

It doesn't take long to reach the empty chair, and Dean wastes no time in shoving me down on it. The moment he removes the knife to retie the ropes around my wrists, I make to jump up. My move was predictable, however, because I'm stopped by a strong grip on my injured shoulder. Dean presses down firmly, forcing me back into the seat with a grunt.

"Easy now, Tiger," he chuckles, squeezing harder. I hold back the shout of pain, only letting a whimper escape. Dean reaches over me, fastening the ropes with strong knots that force the coarse material to dig into my wrists painfully.

The lockdown siren is still blaring through the halls, the red light sending an ominous color over the room. "Wow, that sound is annoying," Dean complains, looking out to the hall.

"Then turn it off, if it bothers you so much," I bite back, hoping he won't think on my words too much.

"Do I look stupid to you?" Dean laughs, shaking his head. "I know you called Cas over here, and with the place in lockdown, he ain't gettin' in. No matter how much you pray." He smiles, patting me affectionately on the cheek. "Face it, Sammy, you're stuck down here with me. Should've run when you still had the chance."

"What are you going to do?" I ask, voice shaking slightly, eying Dean cautiously as he makes his way towards the table still holding the human blood.

He turns to me with a smirk on his face, holding up an empty syringe. "I think I'll return the favor you were doing for me. You really aren't yourself anymore, Sammy."

"What are you talking about?" I ask, confused. Unsure of what the answer will be, but scared all the same.

"Just hold still, little brother. I know you don't like needles." It's then that he sticks the syringe into his arm, drawing his own blood out before advancing towards me. "Now the effect may be a little bit different with all of this human blood you've been injecting me with, but I think the demon stuff will still come through, don't you?"

"Dean, no!" I protest, eyes widening as he grins wickedly.

"Come on, Sammy, I know you miss the rush," he whispers before pushing the needle into my arm.

"Don't!" I bellow, trying to pull away but unable to because of the tight bonds. Dean pushes the plunger of the syringe down, sending the demon blood into my system. A warm feeling accompanies the injection, like there's a hint of something there but I can't place my finger on it.

"Now was that so bad?" Dean taunts, pulling the syringe from my arm. That's when I really feel it, the small yet sudden rush of power spreading through me. It hurts like hell, and I cry out, squeezing my eyes shut as the pain stabs through me. "Oh come on, Sammy, don't get all weepy on me now!"

"Dean, stop, please!" I beg, gritting my teeth against the sensation inside.

"No can do, brother," Dean dismisses, drawing more blood from his arm. "See, you're no use to me as a weak human, but with your mojo pumping? That's a different story. We can get somewhere with that." He reaches for my arm again, but I kick out with all the force I can muster, taking advantage of the fact that he never bound my legs. My boot collides with his stomach, sending him stumbling back a few paces.

"Now that's just rude, Sammy," Dean tuts, straightening up again. "Didn't your mother ever teach you manners? Oh wait, that's right - she's dead because of you, isn't she? That's why I had to take care of your sorry ass all your life. Now take your medicine, Sammy, and the pain will stop."

He comes towards me again, but I kick the syringe out of his hand. It falls to the floor, shattering against the concrete and allowing Dean's blood to spill in rivulets. Dean and I stare at it for a moment before meeting each other's eyes. My chest is rising and falling rapidly, unsure of how he will react.

To my surprise, he turns and exits the room. He's only gone for a moment, however, coming back in another coil of rope. On his way back to me he picks the knife up from the table where he left it after setting me into the chair. He points it at me casually, approaching slowly until the tip of the blade rests against my chest.

"Kick me again and my hand may just...slip," Dean's words are demonstrated as he drags the blade in a line down my chest. I grunt in pain, closing my eyes to help hold the shouts in. "Got that?" I say nothing, instead focusing on steadying my breathing. "I said: got that?" He shouts, grabbing a fistful of my hair and wrenching my head back with his free hand. He pricks my cheek with the tip of the knife dangerously.

"Yes," I hiss, watching the blade out of the corner of my eye.

"Good," Dean snarls, pulling the knife back. Without warning, he slams it down towards my thighs. I shout in panic, anticipating the excruciating pain, but there's only a loud thump. I look down to see the knife's tip embedded into the chair between my legs. My breath is uneven, palms and forehead sweaty as I look back up to meet Dean's icy gaze. "Next time I won't miss," he warns, before binding my ankles tightly to the chair legs.

I try to calm myself, knowing that panicking won't help me in the least. I need to keep my head and come up with a plan. I can't let Dean give me anymore demon blood. I know from experience that it won't take much to send me back to addiction. Each relapse comes faster than the last.

"There, that's better. Nice and comfy, now, baby brother?" Dean laughs, smacking my face hard, sending it whipping to the side. "Alright then, let's get back to this." He yanks the knife out of the wood, and I can't help but flinch. Dean just smirks and makes a clean cut on his arm; drawing drops of dark blood to the surface.

My heart thunders in my chest, my throat constricting. All the while I can't take my eyes off of the blood, and some unbidden part of me longs to taste it. I shake my head decidedly, trying to cast the treacherous thoughts from my mind. "No."

"Open up, Sammy," Dean coos, bringing his arm closer to my face. I turn away resolutely, clamping my mouth closed. "You only made it harder for yourself by breaking the syringe," Dean insists patronizingly. "Come on, Sammy, you can do this. Just one taste."

I shake my head, refusing to answer verbally. Dean sighs dramatically before lashing out with his free hand, gripping my jaw harshly. I try to pull away, but he clamps down harder, forcing my mouth open before smashing his arm against it. Though I continue to fight, I can't stop the blood from meeting my tongue. The smell of iron is all too familiar, the bitter taste overwhelming me.

With each drop that makes it down my throat, a pang of power and pain hits me. I struggle as much as possible against my bonds, the course rope digging harshly into my wrists. Dean is saying something softly, urging me on.

And suddenly he is pulling away. I take heaving breaths of air, snapped out of my daze. I can feel the blood dripping down my chin, and look down to see that my wrists are bleeding from the ropes, as well.

"What did I say, Sammy? The rush felt good, didn't it? How about some more, huh?"

I want more, the hunger burning in my stomach, my hands itching to reach for the knife and draw more blood myself. The power is exhilarating, a rush to my system like no other. But I can't. I can't let Dean turn me into the monster I once was. I know it's pathetic and pointless, but I shout anyway. "Cas! Cas!"

Dean starts laughing, head thrown back. "He's not coming for you no matter how much you call. You locked him out remember? This place is warded against angels, so there's no way that one in as bad a shape as Cas could ever get in. Just give in, little brother-"

"Stop calling me that!" I shout, renewing my struggles against the tight bonds.

"Don't be like that, Sammy. It will all stop hurting soon, trust me."

"Dean - Dean, please..." I trail off, my breath hitching, eyes narrowing as Dean makes another cut on his wrist. He pauses, crouching down in front of the chair so we're at eye-level.

"What was that, Sammy? Please what?"

"Please don't..." I gasp, another rush of power cutting me off. My head has started to pound, the blood so close but not close enough. No. I don't want it. I don't need it. How much has been forced into me? It feels like a gallon but it can't have been that much yet and that's the thing that scares me the most.

"You're gonna have to give me more than that," Dean's eyes glint as they flick to black for just a moment. I shake my head, which ends up being a terrible idea as another torrent of pain shoots through my skull, making me shout. "Do you want more, Sammy?" Dean's voice filters through the pain, his face wavering in my watery gaze.

"Yes -" I gasp automatically. "No! No more!" I say hurriedly, eyes widening.

Dean leans forward, gripping my arms as his face draws closer to mine. "Look at you, Sammy...Begging already. I had no idea you were this weak. You must have really been jonesing for it, after all these years. Well here you go, then."

I barely struggle this time, simply attempt to turn my head away and keep my mouth closed, but Dean patiently pries my jaw apart like he did before. His wrist is at my lips the next moment, and all too quickly I find myself leaning forward, sucking, trying to get more of it.

The darkness consumes me even as my mind protests against it. Tears are rolling down my cheeks, blood filling my mouth. I hear a loud crash from the corner, and Dean pulls his arm away to look. The metal table was thrown to the side, but there's no one in here but us.

"You see that, Sammy?" Dean laughs, looking at my bloodstained face and laughing. "That was all you!"

"No." I whisper, shaking my head slowly. "No, that wasn't me..."

"Oh yeah? Well you keep telling yourself that. In fact, I think I'll let you have a little time to process this. Find me when you need some more, alright?" Dean comes over, taking my head in his hands. Instinctively I turn towards his still-bleeding wrists, but he pulls it away. "That's all for now, Sammy. It's good to have you back." With that he leans down, placing an affectionate kiss on my hairline, just like he used to do when we were kids and I had a nightmare.

And then he leaves, even though I shout for him to come back.

"See you later, Sammy! Just call when you're ready." He shouts back without taking his eyes off the exit.

At some point the siren is turned off, and suddenly Cas and Hannah are beside me, untying the ropes and easing me out of the chair. My legs can't support me, and I tumble to the ground.

"Sam, it's going to be okay, just let me support you," Cas insists, putting my arm over his shoulder. Hannah does the same on my other side. "Let's get you out of here."

"What happened?" The female angel asks apprehensively, voice soft.

"How much demon blood did Dean make you drink, Sam?" Cas asks me, concerned.

I'm completely dazed, not comprehending their words. All I hear is something about blood, and that needy itch inside comes back. "More?" I ask pitifully, turning to Cas.

His eyes are wide, worried. "No, Sam, I won't let you go down that road again."

Something sparks to life in me, and I shove the angels away. "It's not up to you," I say darkly, standing up taller.

"Sam, calm down, we're here to help you!" Cas insists, reaching out a careful hand.

Hannah tries to take my arm again, but I push her away, sending her to the ground where she falls with a loud thud. I'm about to turn on Cas, but before I can stop him his eyes glow blue and his hand rests on my forehead. And just like that I'm out and everything is black.


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