It had finally taken him over. Or he gave himself to it. Either way, it amounted to the same thing: Sam Winchester was an evil being.
Dean allowed his thoughts to drift back more than six months prior to the night he found his world crashing down around him.
Flashback
Something woke Dean from a deep sleep. He roused slowly, scrubbing his face to scurry away the remnants of a dream he was having about...Sam. They were always about Sam, anymore. Kissing Sam, touching Sam, holding Sam, fucking--no, making love to Sam. Dean wasn't sure how he ought to feel about these dreams. At first, he thought he had gone mad, lost his mind, having sex dreams of his brother. He felt dirty and ashamed. But the longer they carried on, and the longer he and Sam were together in the waking world, the more he accepted them, and found himself looking forward to each new subconcious reality. He finally found himself wishing they would come true, that he could find himself in Sam's arms for real.
"It is for real, Dean," a quiet voice spoke into the darkened room, startling Dean, causing him to grab the knife from under his pillow and leap from his bed, landing in a fighting stance, orienting toward the person who had invaded his and Sam's space.
"What have you done with my brother you sonofabitch?!" Dean growled.
"I am your brother, Dean. It's me," the person answered, and the bedside lamp clicked on.
Squinting into the brightness, Dean saw that Sam was sitting at the small table in the kitchenette. He looked from Sam to the lamp on the nightstand and back, a question forming in his mind.
"Yes, I turned the lamp on. I used my mind, Dean."
"Your mind?" Dean asked incredulously.
"Yes," said Sam. "I've been practicing for over a year now. Teaching myself how to control my telekinetic ability. Interestingly, I've found I have other abilities, as well."
Dean was stunned momentarily. His mind was a jumble of thoughts and images he couldn't rightly make sense of. He shook his head to clear it all out.
"You have other abilities, Sammy?" he asked.
"Yes."
"Like what?" Dean wanted to know. *Or do I?* he asked himself.
"Oh, I have the ability to read minds," Sam told him non-chalantly.
Dean snorted. "Oh yeah? What was I just thinking, then?" he asked, cocksure that there was no way Sam would ever guess.
"You were thinking you'd like my cock shoved down your throat," Sam stated in a matter-of-fact manner.
Hearing this, the wind left Dean's lungs and he collapsed to the floor, his legs no longer able to hold him up. Sam was by his side in an instant.
"Easy, there, bro, just breathe," he said to Dean softly, pulling him to his feet and guiding him to sit on his bed. Sam sat across from him on the other one.
Sam watched as fear crept into his brother's eyes.
"It's ok, Dean," he told him. "I'm not put off by what you were thinking. In fact, I wouldn't mind it one bit if my cock were in your mouth right now."
"S-S-Sam? Sammy?" Dean asked, beginning to wonder if this was the dream.
"Yes, Dean, it's me, and you're awake. We're both awake."
"Uh, you said 'abilities', plural," Dean spoke in a small voice.
"Mmmhmm," Sam answered him, seeming to be distracted. "I can create fire," he said, demonstrating by snapping his thumb and forefinger together, and holding out his palm aflame. "And I can project my conciousness into the minds of others. Animals, too."
Dean stared at him, mouth gaping.
Sam looked back at him and laughed, then reached out and closed Dean's mouth. "Careful, don't let the flies in," he said, a smile in his eyes.
"My dreams?" Dean asked suddenly. "Did you...have you-"
"Yes," Sam cut in. "I've been projecting into your dreams, Dean. That's why I said that they were real."
In a flash, Dean was off of the bed, towering over Sam, his hands around his throat, squeezing, anger boiling in his veins.
"You violated me? You-you-you RAPED my mind? You sonofabitch!" Dean screamed in a rage, tightening his hands further.
Sam casually grasped both of Dean's wrists and pulled his hands away from his neck.
"You can't hurt me, Dean," he said, letting go of him.
Dean slammed a right hook into the left side of Sam's face, and a left hook into the other side, causing Sam's head to jerk from one side to the other. Sam smiled in sort of an, uh, well, evil way, and Dean just stood there staring down at him, fury still flowing within him.
"It seems I can also tolerate any amount of physical pain now. It's kinda ticklish, actually. I don't even bruise," Sam laughed.
"CHRISTO!!!" Dean spat loudly.
Sam barely flinched.
"See, that's the good thing about being part demon and part human: those things don't work so well on me, Dean. Sure, I could feel that, but it's kind of like, ummm, fingernails on a chalkboard," he mused. "The only effect it has is to be annoying. Salt doesn't repel me, either. Nor do the sigils, charms, or exorcism incantations that would make a lesser being shrivel and flee."
Dean felt as if he would vomit at any moment.
"You bastard, how'd you do it? He was wearing a charm to protect him from possession! You let him go, or I swear, you'll pay!" Dean barked angrily.
"I'm not possessed, Dean. It's really me. I've...evolved. I've, simply, finally become who I was meant to be."
Dean sagged to the floor, tears leaking from his eyes as he looked up at his brother, knowing that the things he had said were true. "Sam," he spoke hoarsely, sadly. "Sammy, I've failed you."
"No, Dean, you didn't fail me. There really wasn't anything you could do. Dad, either, for that matter. He fought against the inevitable, and he made you fight it, as well. Turns out he knew, Dean. He knew that there was no way to change my destiny. He knew this would come to pass, that I would change and accept the truth of my fate. You were a soldier in a war that couldn't be won. It's a shame, really. He wasted your life."
And with those words, Sam leant down and kissed Dean, chastely at first, then with passion, spreading Dean's lips with his tongue, begging for entrance. Dean acquiesced, gave in to it, and allowed Sam to take his mouth and fill him with his need, his desire, and goddammit if he didn't want it, too.
"I love you, Dean, I always have."
Then Sam was gone.
TBC...
Destiny by supernaturalgrl
Author's Notes:
This is an experiment on the dark side for me. Please be brutal!