AUTHOR'S NOTE

Okay, so I was watching Mystery Spot the other night plus a few Season 4 episodes and I got to wondering that if Sam went all emotionless Terminator in Mystery Spot and got a little…(understatement of the year)…lost in Season 4. How would Dean have reacted at the end of Season 2 AHBL-P2 if he didn't go to make the deal and instead something inside of him mentally snapped … (Yes I am convinced Dean is just a bit unstable)… sending him on a much darker path then the original one he was intended for.

This is a lot darker then what I usually write and I intend to do a couple of chapters before we get to the ending, which I have worked out in my head.
Just so you guys know I was feeling a bit…creative…when I got this idea so this is gonna get, shall we say interesting and maybe a little bloody.

I want to say a big loving thank you to samgirl19 (janitza).
She took this story under her wing and has very kindly agreed to be my beta for this so hopefully it won't look like a five year old had written it.
Thank you for doing this.

Anyone who reads this PLEASE REVIEW because seriously people do I have to hogtie you to the review button? The thing won't bite, I promise…*grins mischievously*…
PLEASE PRETTY PLEASE REVIEW….I will resort to bribery if I have to.

DISCLAIMER
I am just playing around with Dean's mental stability and promise to put him back just the way I found him, but really I don't own them or SPN.

New Prey

Chapter one: The beginning of the end

Dean couldn't help it.
He just couldn't stop staring at his brother's cold, lifeless body.
It was strange to see Sam that still. Even though he wasn't as restless as Dean, who could not sit still or be quiet for five minutes, Sam was always fidgeting or humming while doing research or something but this was so wrong.

"DEAD! SAMMY'S DEAD!"

The words kept on repeating themselves over and over inside his head as he leaned against the door frame, hands in his pockets, looking at Sam
As Dean stood there, the pain of losing Sam tearing through his soul, he could feel it.
Something inside of him was changing.
It felt as though there was this darkness forming deep with in him.
The grief he felt was mixing in with his hate and anger, making the darkness stronger, letting it grow faster and instead of fighting it Dean was gladly embracing it. He hoped that it would help with the avalanche of dark emotions that was currently running wild inside of him, hoping it would numb him from the reality of what had happened.

"Dean!" Bobby's gruff voice called, bringing Dean out of his thoughts.
He glanced over at Bobby with an emotionless yet sorrowful look, pain and grief clearly reflected in his once bright green eyes

"Brought you this back" Bobby said, showing Dean the food as he walked to the next room, missing the flash of anger in Dean's eyes as his gaze once again swept over his brother's body.

"No thanks, I'm fine" Dean said flatly.

Putting the carton down on the table, Bobby looked over at Dean saying,
" You should eat something"

"I said I'm fine." Dean repeated coldly, voice a little harsher then usual as he finally turned away from Sam and moved over to Bobby and the table, picking up the bottle of whiskey, swallowing a decent amount of the amber liquid before putting the cap back on.
He could feel Bobby's concerned gaze as he put the whiskey bottle down and for some reason it made his anger spike even more

"Dean I hate to bring this up, I really do, but don't you think it's time..." Bobby faltered for a few seconds then nervously continued, "...we bury Sam?"

The blank, emotionless glare Dean gave him made Bobby's blood run cold for a few seconds, the phrase "If looks could kill..." popping into his head.

"No." Dean answered firmly as he sat down.

"Well, we could...maybe..."

"What?... Torch his corpse." Dean asked shaking his head,
"Not yet."

Bobby leaned on the table with both hands as he looked Dean straight in the eye saying,
"I want you to come with me"

Bobby wouldn't admit it out loud but Dean was starting to make him more then a little worried. It was as if when Sam died, a switch had been flipped inside of Dean. He was different somehow; cold, angry, distant and it scared Bobby because Dean wasn't even like this when John died. Angry yes, but emotionless, no.
Then again John was their father, Dean's hero but Sam was Sammy…Dean's life… his whole world and now he was gone.

"I'm not going anywhere." Dean simply answered as he leaned forward, folding his arms on the table.

"Dean please…"

"Why don't you cut me some slack?" Dean snapped

"I just don't think you should be alone, that's all" Bobby told him, trying to reason with him but Dean just clenched his jaw in anger, refusing to look at Bobby.
"I got to admit, I could use your help."

"Hmph" Dean scoffed, shaking his head in disbelief. Sam was dead and all Bobby wanted was for him to leave and come and help him with another fuckin' hunt.
"Well, screw that." Dean thought.

"Something big is going down. End of the world big." Bobby continued, trying to convince Dean which was apparently the wrong thing to say.

"Well then let it end!" Dean yelled, his eyes shinning dangerously.

"You don't mean that." Bobby said softly which only provoked the oldest and now only Winchester further as he stood up so fast his chair nearly fell over and was eye to eye with Bobby in three steps, making the older hunter back up a bit as Dean glared at him with a look of barely contained fury.

"You don't think so?" Dean asked, his voice soft, cold controlled, making Bobby only stare at him in shock as Dean's emotions finally reached boiling point.
"Huh?...You don't think I've given enough…" and Bobby opted to look down at the floor instead of looking at Dean, "…You don't think I've paid enough?" Dean continued inclining his had towards Sam's body.
"I'm done with it…all of it…and if you know what's good for you, you'd turn around and get the hell out of here" Dean said warningly, almost venomously, turning away, his body drawn tight in anger.

When Bobby didn't move, Dean turned around and shoved him backwards, yelling"GO!"

Dean regretted it when he saw Bobby's shocked and hurt expression.

"Sorry…I'm sorry." Dean said softly, turning away from Bobby.
"Please, just go." He said pleadingly as he grasped the chair, leaning on it with both hands, looking everywhere except at Bobby.

Bobby looked at him sadly before turning away to leave, hesitating before saying,
"You'll know where I'll be"

Dean didn't even look up when he heard the door close as Bobby left.
He gripped the chair so hard his knuckles turned white as he once again looked over to where Sam was lying, tears starting too slowly roll down his cheeks as a deep coldness started to unfold inside of him.

DEAN###SAM

Dean sat next to the bed where Sam's body was lying.
Sam looked so peaceful, as if he was just asleep but then again that would be a lie because from the day that Sam found out about the "family business" he rarely had a peaceful night's sleep.
Sam never wanted this life, never wanted to be a hunter. All he ever wanted was normal…safe…and now he was just another hunter who got killed on the hunt.
If Sam wasn't a hunter, if he never knew about all this, he would have still been alive.
If their Dad had never found out about what was really out there in the dark, hadn't been so obsessed and didn't train his sons as soldiers, the perfect hunters, Sam wouldn't have died.
What If hunters and the hunt never existed….

It was enough to make Dean sick to his stomach as some things started to make sense to him, falling into place like the pieces of a puzzle.

Watching Sam, Dean just started talking, his voice breaking with emotion.

"You know when we were little…you couldn't have been more then five…you just started asking questions…" Dean smiled slightly at the memory,"…How come we didn't have a Mom?...Why'd we always have to move around?...Where'd Dad go when he'd take off for days at a time?
Remember, I begged you, quite asking Sammy…Man you didn't wanna know..." Dean said with a sad sigh.
"I just wanted you to be a kid, just for a little while longer. I was trying to protect you…keep you safe…Dad didn't even have to tell me, it was just always my responsibility, ye know?
It was like I had one job, that one job…and I screwed it up…" Dean's voice was chocked as he could no longer keep his emotions under control, "… I blew it…and for that I am sorry…"

Dean gave a sorrowful smile as he started to cry again. Sitting forward, elbows resting on his thighs, he wiped away the tears but they just continued to fall.

'I guess that's what I do."Dean said giving a humorless laugh.
I let down the people I love.
I let Dad down…and know I guess I am just supposed to let you down to. How can I?"Dean asked, shaking his head in grief.

"How am I supposed to live with that?...What am I suppose to do, Sammy…god…"Dean asked heartbroken.
"What am I suppose to do?" Dean cried desperately, words coming out in broken sobs.

The helplessness Dean felt of his brother's death made him furious.
Getting up from the chair he clenched his fists in anger, tears blurring his vision as something finally broke inside of him as he screamed,

"WHAT AM I SUPPOSE TO DO?..."

A COUPLE OF HOURS LATER…..

The flames reached high into the cold night air, almost as if they were trying to touch the star filled sky to try and burn the darkness away.
The fire itself was excruciatingly hot, the bright red, yellow and orange flames casting ominous shapes as it licked at the dark night, their brightness reflected only by Dean's eyes as he watched the funeral pyre burn, the breeze already lifting ash and blowing it away, scattering it to the four corners of the earth.
He watched as it took away the last of what was left of his family, his life…the last link to his humanity.
It seemed to him that their lives always ended in flames. Fire had started everything and it would almost always take everything.
He, himself would probably go the same way when it was time, but not before he got his revenge.
Revenge on those who took his family and then when that was done he was going hunting but this time he had a new pray and NOBODY was going to stop him.
They would all pay for what their kind cause and he would not rest until he had wiped them all out…

To Be Continued…..

Hope you all liked that first chapter and I hope you would wanna see the rest. The next chapter is worked out and man do I have a few tricks up my sleeve for that one. Cookie to any one who guesses right on Dean's new targets.
Oh and would you guys please check out my other story Bad Idea, I promise you will like it.
PLEASE REVIEW, PRETTY PLEASE…..