Evil Dean and Family
Dean groaned as he slowly started to wake. "Daddy?" he murmered weakly
Sam looked up from where he’d been sitting and hit his dad on the shoulder. “He’s waking up.” He hissed softly, going over to Dean’s side. “Shhh.” He whispered. “Calm down big brother, it’s alright.”
"Where am I?" he demanded "Where's Dad? What did you do to him?" he snarled angrily "Keep away from me"
John yawned stirring "What?"
“It’s alright, just…calm down…” he said, at a loss due to the fact that he’d never actually taken care of Dean before. Hell, the man didn’t even know him. “I …dad’s right here.” He said, shoving him again to wake him fully, and shooting a glare in his direction. “..that thing isn’t your dad..we’re your family.”
Dean scowled at Sam "You're the THING" he snapped spitting at him. "Your nothing to me" he snapped "Neither of you"
John scowled in return "Don't say that Deanie" he said softly moving closer "Me and your brother love you"
“I am not!” he snapped a bit harsher than he’d wanted to. “How can you say that we’re nothing to you. I never knew you, I only wanted to save you to have my big brother back.” As for their dad…Dorian’s words from earlier were still in his mind. “Please…Dean…”
Dean flinched slightly at Sam's tone "you want me dead" he snapped "No denying it" he said. "I want to go back to my REAL father" he said trying to keep back from him.
Sam lowered his voice, looking directly into Dean’s eyes. “If I wanted you dead, you would be dead.” He said, swallowing hard. “You’ve done nothing but try to kill me and dad when we’ve been trying to save you from the thing that kidnapped you from us. From that fire that nearly killed all of us.” He said.
Obviously daddy dearest hadn’t told Sam what had happened. At least not completely.
"I was left to burn and was RESCUED FROM YOU!" he snapped "Now get away from me"
Sam blanched at Dean’s tone, and the yelling, backing away. “What are you…” he trailed off, then looked confused at his father. “What is he talking about dad?”
"He's confused thats all, that things twisting his mind"
Dean scowled "Bastard"
Sam didn’t seem convince, though he did glare at Dean when he called their dad that. “He doesn’t seem that confused to me.” He said, watching their dad.
Dean suddenly slammed his fist into Sam's face before throwing a fireball towards John.
Sam fell back, holding his nose, and growling in pain and anger. “Dammit, you son of a bitch!” he groaned, scrambling to his feet.
Just what the hell was going on here?
"I'll kill you and dad would be SO proud" he snarled
"Sedate him" John requested
Despite the bloody nose, Sam grabbed ahold of the gun with the sedatives. Then for no apparent reason whatsoever…he turned, leveling it at John. “No.” he challenged, head held up defiantly.
“There’s something you’re not telling me. I want to know what.”
That was the hesitation Dean needed he grabbed the weapon he'd spotted in his reach and shot at John then aimed at Sam.
John gasped hands to his chest as he fell
Sam put his hands up in surrender, blood still running down his face from his broken nose. He swallowed, even though the sedative wouldn’t kill him, he didn’t like the idea of the gun pointed at him. “Dean?”
"One reason not to kill you hunter"
“I could’ve killed you and I didn’t.” he said, voice quiet as his brown eyes stared at his brother’s hazel.
He scowled softly "True, I guess this once I could let you live" he snarled
Sam swallowed hard again, voice unsteady, but he had to ask this. “What did you mean before?”
"What do you mean before?" he asked with a snarl
“About leaving you to burn…” he said hesitantly.
"He took you to safety leaving me to burn in the fire" he said simply "Did he tell you some other story?"
Sam blinked, a shocked look on his face. “He…he told me it had taken yyou first…and was trying to take me as well…” he whispered, his legs suddenly feeling like they wouldn’t hold his weight anymore.
“..he told me…”
"Lies" he smirked "Nice to know Dad was right......... John wanted me dead"
Sam let himself sink down to one knee, taking deep, gulping breaths. “Why…why would he want you dead? He never…he said…wanted you back…” he stammered, tripping over his words. None of this was making sense, none at all.
"He left me to burn because you were the favourite" he hissed "Always"
“Doesn’t make any sense, Dean..” he said, desperately
He slammed his fist into Sams face, and again
Sam fell back, groaning in renewed pain. “..son of a bitch..” he mumbled, vision blurring and darkening. “Why the hell did you do that?” he groaned, trying to get up.
"to knock you out" he snapped
“Well good fucking job, dumb ass.” He growled, pushing himself back up to his feet.
Dean started to summon his power "I'll kill you instead then"
Sam stopped, wiping the blood off his face, and simply watched his brother. Dean was still his brother no matter what had happened with their family as children. "Go ahead. Do it then." he tells him, looking over at John who was still on the floor. "Put me out of my misery big brother." he says, swallowing.
"I am NOT your brother your a hunter, a bad guy, evil" he snarled "I hate you and your kind"
“Okay fine.” He says softly, pulling out a knife and walking towards Dean. He slaps it in his hand, before putting it to his own throat. “Go ahead and kill me, there’s nothing stopping you.” And he’s dead serious. He’s sure his dad won’t like waking up to find his dead body, but…it happens.
Anyways, if what his father had been telling him was a lie, and Dean only saw him as a hunter…then he wouldn’t exactly be missed.
Dean eyed the boy suspeciously "I can see why he wanted to save you" he snapped "SO........ sweet, it makes my skin crawl"
“Just fucking do it already, will you?” he said, jaw clenching. “I..I thought I could get my brother back. Not for him. (He looks over at John) Not to take you away from…your father. (He cringed inwardly at calling it that.) But so I could have my big brother, the person that I only remember from brief flashes of memory.”
Yes he was only 6 months old, and yes he just said memory.
"Like you even know me" he snarled "What you know is from him.......... you don't know what I can do, what I enjoy to do" he said silver eyes shining "Your nothing of note"
“I never said I knew you, or what you could do.” He said calmly. “If you won’t show me who my real brother is…then you should just go ahead and kill me.” He swallows hard.
“But either way, you won’t have to worry about me hunting you anymore.”
He grinned widely "I've a better idea, Your coming with me" he smirked
And it’s not like he could really argue, but he figures it’s better than John finding his dead body on the floor when he wakes up. He nods slowly. “Alright then.” He says, swallowing.
He grabbed his brothers arm and started to drag him outside "Come on"
Damn, did he have to grab him that hard? I guess so. He stumbles along, momentarily caught off guard by being drug out. “I’m coming, jeez, don’t rip my arm off.” He says exasperatedly.
He smiled "I forgot how delicate I would have been if I was like you" he smirked.
"Yeah, well how the hell did you get this strong anyways?" he asks him, trying to look around them as they keep moving along. Oh, he's got one of those headaches. The ones that herald the visions that his dad still denies he has. A moment later Dean would have a dead wieght dragging behind him. Sam squeezes his eyes shut, and cries out in pain, his free hand coming to his head as the vision hits him.
Dean let go "What the crap is up with you" he mutttered
Sam cried out again, visions feeling like they were shoving an ice pick through his eyes. A flash had him seeing the thing from earlier. Dean's dad. He was fighting someone else, whom he couldn't see very clearly, and....another flash had him crying out again.
"NO!" he cried out, gasping as the real world spun into view. "Dean?" he called out, groping blindly as the vision slowly settled. "It's your dad...it's...he's fighting...warehouse..."
His eyes went wide "WHAT?" he snapped "Come on" he scowled pulling him to the warehouse
Ow, pulling so not helping him right now, but he follows without argument. When he gets inside, they’d see Dorian fly back and hit the wall before slumping to the ground.