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[100deaths_a_day]

Dean'd lost count of how many years he spent in that place, only measuring the countless days by cutting or being cut. That was all that really mattered down there, after all. But dean... he'd always dreamed of the day he'd get out. always. At first it was a dream of escape, but then things changed after he felt the pain of his time on the rack and

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[hunter_returns]

“I don’t want to kill,” is all he says as they both walk out the door and towards the Impala. Sam could fight back, try and win, but he was tired of being alone, tired of being hurt.

Maybe Dean was right.

Maybe it was time someone else got hurt.

He was relaxing into the idea of sharing one body with his brother as he got into the car and the engine roared to life.

[100deaths_a_day]

He was roaring down the road as he looks in the rearview, fixing himself a deep stare for a few moments (but actually meaning it like it was aimed at Sam. After all, he was keeping him pretty much fully aware) before saying simply, and aloud, "Killing is what we do, sammy." He rolls his shoulder as he looks back at the road. "With a little perspective, I gotta say the british bitch was right. hunter, serial killer... fine line, Sam."

Sam's lips twist up into a very familiar, but not usually on his face, smirk. "The difference between the two is that a serial killer doesn't bother finding excuses."

[hunter_returns]

Bela. You're quoting Bela at me now? We kill monsters, Dean. We don't kill people for kicks. It's the job. It's what we do.

It's unsettling, watching while someone else makes his body move, driving the car, speaking in his voice. Dean was a familiar presence, if dark and tainted, but that didn't make the process any easier to bear.

The slow, nagging desire for demon blood probably isn't helping his general state of unease, either.

[100deaths_a_day]

Dean laughs a little, but it's nothing like his old, happy-from-his-gut laugh, and not just because it was in Sam's voice. "You get some sort of kick from the job, or you wouldn't do it. " He urges his foot on the pedal a little more, eating up the road at high speed. "And as for them being monsters, that's all an excuse. Humans... they're just as bad. If not worse. some of the people I had on the rack..." He chuckles, shaking his head. "you wouldnt believe some of the things the people I've met have done."

[hunter_returns]

What about the people that didn't deserve the rack? The innocent people you cut to pieces? Dean, we can't do that. We can't kill people just for kicks. We still have a job to do.

The protest is weaker than it should be, his thoughts distracted. Distracted by images of blood. Warm and smoky and laced with power. God he's hungry.

"We can't. I won't."

[100deaths_a_day]

"I will." he growled. "The difference is what you get during it. " While Sam was still not too sure, he was going to numb his awareness. acclimate him to it and show him what a beautiful fucking thing i was without overwhelming him. But if he carries on, he'll hear every scream, feel every last heartbeat, watch as the pulse runs out. He knows his brother. He needs to be brought in slowly. "You'll get full technicolour if you arry on. I wasn't going to make you watch. And be enough of a bitch, and I'll shut you down completely. After fourty years alone, I think I'll manage."

And then he prods at Sam's thoughts, trying to see what's so distracting. He probably shouldn't do that, showing things can be shared between master and host so unwillingly - especially there's things hes yet to tell him. but. he's curious. And isn't the answer just... interesting. You can get off your moral high horse now, Sam. He sends the comment slicing right through the center of Sam's thoughts.

[hunter_returns]

The threat of leaving him alone sings high across his nerves and Sam fights a spike of fear. It hurts when Dean goes rummaging into his thoughts, and he's ashamed. Ashamed of what he was doing. If Dean can dampen it, if he can hide away,at least a little, then maybe.

Maybe.

"A-all right. Just.. don't. Don't leave me." And he hates himself a little more for being so weak.

[100deaths_a_day]

He relaxes into a smile. "Attaboy, Sammy." He doesn't say that he doesn't plan on leaving for a while yet, because the longr Sam believe he might, the longer he'll have for Sam to... get used to his way of thinking. and come around to it.

His foot doesn't relax off the gas pedal or show any sign of stopping untl he's crossed two state lines and night is showing signs of starting to settle in. He finds a place in a small town to stay the night. but he's not showing signs of scanning motels. Nope, he's driving through one of the richer parts, scanning the big, comfy houses. "looks like the kind of place we could stay a while, huh?" because really. Why the hell would he choose to pay to stay in some crappy motel when there's warmth and comfort waiting for the picking.

[hunter_returns]

He won't need to sleep now. But Sam still isn't acclimated to possession and his mind slips into a sort of twilight state while Dean drives, his thoughts singing with blood and things that were wonderful, sharp and shiny. His mind is muzzy when Dean speaks to him.

Hn? 's a nice house. I always wanted a house like that..

[100deaths_a_day]

Lets go get it then. He pulls the car to a stop outside a pretty grand-looking house, and cocks Sams head slightly as he focuses on what he can smell. Woman, nothing spectacular, kids, two and again nothing special, the man's... He was doing something bad, or had done something bad - bad enough to still leave a marr on his soul.

Perfect.

Don't worry Sam, I won't kill them. Well, not if you don't interfere. I know what I'm doing - get involved and something could easily go wrong. The threat is not even veiled. You interfere, I'll kill them, and it'll be your fault

[hunter_returns]

Sam can sense the resolve and goes quiet.

He won’t interfere. Dean won’t hurt the innocents, that’s all that matters. He won’t hurt them and he won’t leave. So as his brother glides through the house, Sam doesn’t fight, doesn’t say or do a thing to distract him. He can’t. Dean promised.

I can see it. The dark in him. There’s blood on his hands. At least in the past, there had been blood on his hands. Sam can see it dripping from his fingertips. He’s hurt people.

That meant he wasn’t innocent. He might be human, but he was still a monster.

Maybe.

Maybe it’d be okay. If Dean targeted people like that..

[100deaths_a_day]

Oh, no, Sam. He never said he wouldn't hurt them. but he'll keep them down there for now. Long enough for Sam to start getting a taste, then they'll move on.

He walks around the guy slowly, taking him in. Then he crouches next to him. It didn't take much to put it together - the house was clean, beyond that of a woman's touch (the maid), and there wasn't a whiff of a girlfriend or wife about the place. And living in a big ol' place like this? almost definitely from a sudden windfall. "Why did you do it?"

"I-I didn't mean to. It was an accident."

A handful of hair, and the guy's head is pulled back to Sam's lips can brush his ear. "Don't lie to me. I can smell it on you."

That's because were together, sam. I can help you do things you em up wouldn't have even dreamed of because Ruby couldn't even imagine them. You can feel it, can't you? How they're different. Stronger. Warped. The direct demon essence feeding into them is behaving somewhat like If you give your kid too many e-numbers all at once. Hyping them up, changing their

[hunter_returns]

He's evil. Sam can smell it on him. They both can.

And that's what they did, wasn't it? Punish evil?

Somewhere deep inside, Sam swallowed. They were stronger together, always had been. He could taste his own damnation with his next words, but he didn't care. He didn't want to be alone anymore.

A-all right.

[100deaths_a_day]

All right.

Dean focused on the mans soul, getting Sam to call forth his power, ignoring the fact that it usually only works on demons, and Sam telling him so. He wrapped it around that dirty soul with Sam's help, letting it spear through the centre like a hook going through a worm. He pulled with Sam, the guy bending over and choking on air, in a similar way to how Sam would be used to seeing the demons do it. Only, they didn't pull out a thick, oily black cloud. they pulled out pure light.

They pulled hard, but slow, Dean letting the guy choke as his soul was pulled out of himself. That, and it was pretty damned cool to watch. The guy suffocates on his own metaphysical being, and his soul dissipates through the floor, heading south. Way, way south, to where he'll be toasty for eternity.

I don't think he liked the taste of his guilty, Sammy~ He chuckles. But he should... probably check on how his brother's doing after that. you okay in there?

[hunter_returns]

Sam can feel the soul, grab on with his power and pull. It was different, stronger than consuming Ruby's blood, or even the rush he got out of crushing a demon's existence to ash. The rush of it was electric, sparking and jittering over his entire being. He'd never known such power, such heady, gleaming power held in his hand.

Forget the rush he got from Ruby. This was more, the taste of the soul was intoxicating and his own power was so much easier to call now. He was overcharged, eager, ready for more.

That was.. incredible. How did.. how did you..

[100deaths_a_day]

I told you - we're unstoppable together. Actually, he'd had no idea they'd become this. He had an incling he could drag Sam's powers out to be a bit strong, but no idea they could... until he'd gone with an instinct. It was.... amazing. And he's going to play it cool like he'd know the whole time.

Feeling Sam's rush, sam's eagerness, it became pretty obvious all he'd have to do. Replace one addiction for another. One 'evil' soul. Then another. Then another. until his need overpowered his morals, and then Dean can play properly. They can play, and raise more than a little hell together.

I'll admit. I didn't expect them to feel like that though. That was... awesome.