Episode: Season 2 Episode 14

Part: 2

Key:

(M/n) = Male Name

(L/n) = Last Name

(D/n) = Demon Name

(N/n) = Nickname

WARNING: Death, swearing, boy x boy, some triggering stuff. This is Supernatural, everything happens in this show/fandom

Enjoy~!

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~Road, night~

Dean was driving down a dark road, Sam was staring out the window, and (M/n) was staring at the young Winchester.

"What's going on with you, Sam? Hm? 'Cause smoking, throwing bottles at people, I mean, that sounds more like me than you."

"Dean, wait, right here. Turn down that road."

"What?"

"I don't know how I know, I just do." Dean turned down a back road and onto a a private property. It is a large house with plenty of emergency lighting and security cameras outside.

"Whoever lives here, I'd say they don't like surprises." The demon commented.

"Should we knock?"

"I guess."

Dean knocked on the front door while Sam pokes around the corner.

"Hey, guys." Sam waved his flashlight at a window. It's broken, the ledge covered in shattered glass.

"I'm surprised the cops didn't show. Place like this you'd think it'd have an alarm."

The demon pointed at a disabled alarm on the wall. "Yeah, you would."

~In the house~

They go into the house, the floor is covered in broken glass and scattered items. In a back room, they come across a body on the floor.

"Hit the lights."

Sam turned on the lights as Dean kneeled behind the body. He places a hand on it and turns it over, it was a middle-aged man with a deep cut throat, he was dead, his eyes staring. Dean put a hand over his own mouth. Sam looked horrified. (M/n) just raised an eyebrow.

"Dean, I did this." Sam said.

"We don't know that."

"What else do you need? I mean, how else do you explain the car, the knife, the blood-"

"I don't know man, why don't you tell me?! Look, even if you did do this, I'm sure you had a reason, you know. Self-defense, uh, he was, he was a bad son of a bitch, something!" The eldest patted down the body. "He doesn't have any ID."

"I need your lockpick."

"What?"

"I need your lockpick." Sam takes the lockpick and opens a double-door closet in the room. Inside the room, one wall is covered in firearms, the other in charts and clippings.

"Holy....Either this guy's a Unabomber-"

"Or a hunter. I think I killed a hunter."

"Let's find out." The boy was looking at a security camera near the ceiling.

Later, Sam was sitting in front of the desktop computer, Dean and (M/n) were standing behind him. He cued up the security tape.

"Here we go."

On the tape, Sam is fighting the same man who lies dead on the floor behind them. The fight moves off camera and Sam drags the man back into the frame, he kneels, the man pulled up against his legs, and slits his throat. Sam stared in shock as Dean pulled back from the screen and stands straight, looking at his little brother. Sam looked down.

~Later~

Sam was sitting at the computer desk, staring at a page in his hand. Dean and the demon bustles around behind him, cleaning up.

"How do you erase this? Huh? Sam, come on, I need your help."

"I killed him, Dean. I just broke in and killed him."

"Listen to me. Whoever this guy is, he's a hunter. Which means that other hunters are going to come looking for his killer, which means we've got to cover our tracks, okay?"

"His name was Steve Wandell. This is a letter from his daughter."

Dean looks from Sam to the letter, then makes a decision, but before he could do anything, (M/n) grabbed the CPU, lifting it above his head and smashes it to the floor, stomping it with his boots. Dean threw a rag at his brother while the demon went to destroy any more evidence he could find.

"Wipe your prints, then we go."

~Motel Room~

Sam followed Dean and (M/n into the motel room.

"All right, we get a couple hours sleep and then we put this place in our rearview mirror. Look, I know this is bad, okay? You gotta snap out of it. Sam, say something!"

"Just get some sleep and leave in the morning? Murder, Dean. That what I did."

Dean was lost for words. "Maybe." Sam scoffed. "Okay? Hey, we don't know.....shapeshifter!"

"Oh, come on. You know it wasn't, you saw the tape. There was no eye flare, no distortion."

"Yeah, but is wasn't you! All right? I mean, yeah, it might have been you, but it wasn't you."

"Well, I think it was." He sat down on the bed. "I think maybe more than you know."

"What the hell does that mean?"

"For the last few weeks, I've been having....I've been having these feelings."

Dean was walking to the bed the sit opposite of Sam. "What feelings?"

"Rage. Hate. And I can't stop. I just gets worse. Day by day, it gets worse."

"You never told me this."

"I didn't want to scare you." Dean nodded, slaps his knee and stood up.

"Well, bang-up job on that."

"Dean, the yellow eyed demon, you know he has plans for me. And we both know that he's turned other children into killers before, too."

"No one can control you but you."

"It sure doesn't seem like that, Dean, it feels like no matter what I do, slowly but surely I'm, I'm just becoming...."

The demon was zoning out as the two brothers went back and forth. Something about Sam didn't seem right. Something felt out of place out the Winchester and he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

"I can't. I'd rather die." Dena dropped the gun on the bed and shoulders past Sam.

"No. You'll live." He picked up the gun as Dean turned to face him. "You'll live to regret this." He pistol-whips Dean, who falls to the floor unconscious. The demons eyes widened as he saw Dean fall. His eyes darted to Sam who was walking towards him.

"Sam, Sam, Sam! You don't wanna do this!" (M/n) pleaded.

"Oh, yes I do. " Before the boy could run, the Winchester took a small bottle of holy water out of his back pocket, opened it and splashed it on the poor demons face.

(M/n) screamed as it burnt his face. His hands flew to his aching face and fell on the floor, still screaming. Sam got on the demons back and tied his hands behind his back and then tied his legs together.

"Sam! You really don't have to do this!"

"Shut up, I'm tired of hearing your voice." The young Winchester took a bandana out and tied it around the boy beneath him mouth. "There, all better." He patted the growling demon's cheek. Then got up, picked up (M/n), threw him over his shoulder and left.

~Later~

Dean woke up to realize that he was on the floor of the motel room, the motel manager, who had been knocking, opens the door.

"Hey. It's past your checkout."

"What?" The man asked, getting up.

"It's past check out, and I've got a couple here needs your room."

Dean saw an embarrassed businessman with a hooker. "Yeah, I'll bet they do. What time is it?"

"Twelve-thirty."

"That guy who was with me, have you seen him?"

"Yeah, he left before dawn in your car, and you should have gone with him, because now I'm gonna have to charge you extra."

"Oh, son of a..." Dean muttered. Looking around and noticed (M/n) was gone too.

"Its just policy, sir."

"I need to use your computer."

"Now, why would I let you use my computer?"