A Deal Gone Bad

Title: A Deal Gone Bad
Author: Darkestangel
Summary: Dean begins to doubt his sacrifice
Author’s Website: www.darknessprevails.com
Comments: darkestangel@darknessprevails.com
Archive: Yes, to Supernatural archive, yes to others with permission
Warnings: WINCEST, non-con, angst, overall darkness
Pairing: Dean/Sam
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: Born under a Bad Sign and All Hell Breaks Loose
Disclaimer: Supernatural belongs to Warner Bros., Wonderland Sound and Vision, McG, Eric Kripke, and Robert Singer. I am only borrowing their characters for my own personal pleasure and no permanent harm will come to them.
Author’s Notes:
1. A few authors have written stories with Dean and Evil Sam and this is my attempt to add to this wonderful collection of stories.
2. This story takes place after All Hell Breaks Loose (A/U season three).


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Two Harbors, Minnesota-Lake Superior

“You got some fries to go with that shake?” he confidently asked the busty blonde waitress. He leered suggestively as he eyed her from head to toe making his interest quite apparent, “What time you get off?”

“I have a break in half an hour,” she smiled brightly. She chewed on her gum and blew a bubble watching as the flirtatious man licked his lips in anticipation. “You want to go out back and get me off?”

His cock throbbed behind his zipper watching as the bubble collapsed against her red-colored lips, “Nothing would please me more.”

“Give me a break,” another voice mumbled from the restaurant booth.

The man and woman both took a moment to look at the other occupant of the booth and smiled in unison. It was obvious that the other man was irate that his brother was yet again hitting on a cheap bimbo; just like he had done everyday for the last two weeks. “You’ll have to excuse my brother. He’s not quite himself of late.”

Green eyes burned in anger, “Look who’s talking?”

Sam ignored his brother and feasted once again on the blond vision of sexiness who was wearing a yellow halter-top and some Daisy Duke shorts, “I’ll see you later gorgeous.” Sam playfully slapped her on the ass as she walked by winking as she giggled, “Those are so fucking real…she’s just begging to get titty-fucked.”

Dean nearly choked on his soda, “Jesus Sam, what’s gotten into you?”

“Just deciding to enjoy my second chance at life,” Sam shrugged while he grabbed his BLT sandwich. “I thought you’d be proud of me.”

Dean watched as his brother took a gargantuan bite of his sandwich and shook his head in disbelief, “We don’t need two womanizers in the family…besides, you’re just being down right obnoxious and don’t even get me started on your lame ass pickup lines.”

Sam chewed on his sandwich and smiled, “There no worse than some of yours.”

Dean pushed his half eaten sandwich to the side suddenly losing his appetite. The truth was that Sam had been different since his resurrection, and the women flocked to him and ignored Dean like he was the plague. Dean was beginning to wonder if he smelt like funk or developed boils on his face; never in his life had women ignored him like they had over the last two weeks. Sam drew all of their attention way, fucked more than half of them, and never stopped bragging about his conquest. He wasn’t sure what was different about Sam, but he had never seen Sam so confident around women.

“Are you going to finish your fries,” Sam asked grabbing a handful from Dean’s plate not bothering to wait for an answer. “If it bothers you so much why don’t you take the Impala and I’ll get her to give me a ride back to the motel after her shift ends.”

Dean reached into his pocket, grabbed out his wallet, and threw a few dollars on the table in a huff, “I think I’ll take you up on your offer Casanova.”

Sam watched as Dean stood and nearly started laughing when he saw Dean’s lower lip poked out and pouting, “Come on Dean…I’ve been celibate for nearly two years...I got a lot of catching up to do.”

“Then by all means,” Dean frowned. “Catch away…just don’t come crying to me when you catch Crabs or something worse.”

Dean stomped off towards the door nearly bumping into the blonde waitress as she bent over and placed another customer’s food on the table. She looked up at him and smiled, “Bye Sugar.”

Dean ignored her and made his out into the cool spring air of Minnesota refusing to look back at the diner and instead made his way over towards the docks where Lake Superior sat in all its majestic wonder. They had been in Twin Harbors for two days investigating a string of mysterious deaths where all the victims were decapitated and dumped into the lake, and they had found signs of demonic possession all over the place. The idea that Sam could even think about fucking around with a demon on the loose made Dean’s blood boil, and he couldn’t help but to wonder if the yellow-eyed demon had been telling the truth; had Sam been returned to him incomplete? Was it possible that Sam was different, evil?

Dean sat down on the dock, draped his feet over the side, wrapped his blue jacket tightly around his body, and stared off into the lake’s moonlit horizon. Just fifty miles south of here was where the demon-possessed Sam had shot him and had left him for dead in the lake’s waters. It had been Jo who had dragged him from the wetness and had patched him up giving him a chance to face the demon head on. Dean shook his head trying to get the bad memories to leave him alone, but he couldn’t help the nagging feeling in his gut that something was wrong with his Sam.

He heard the familiar ring of his phone, reached inside his jacket, and placed the phone at his ear, “Yeah?”

“Are you still pouting bitch?”

This was new too... “No, I’m just thinking,” Dean sadly replied.

“About,” Sam asked.

“This case,” Dean lied.

“Are you sure?” Sam prompted. “I can hear you pouting through the phone…I think you’re jealous.”

“Of what,” Dean asked in disbelief.

“Me, the fact that you can’t get anyone to notice you, and the fact that they all notice me instead,” Sam smirked confidently. “It doesn’t feel good being ignored does it Dean?”

Dean didn’t hear the presence behind him, but he felt two heavy hands suddenly drop on his shoulders, and he nearly dropped the phone into the lake in surprise. “Damn you Sam!” Dean watched as Sam reached out and caught the phone easily, “Don’t go fucking sneaking up on me like that.”

Sam clutched the phone in one hand and Dean’s shoulder with the other, “I didn’t sneak up on you Dean. You just didn’t hear me approaching.” Sam placed his arm around Dean’s shoulder and sat down beside his brother on the dock. “You’re getting weaker in your old age Dean.”

“Fuck you,” Dean snarled. “Speaking of fucking…what about your hot date in the alley?”

“I decided I rather have a hot date with my brother,” Sam whispered into Dean’s ear. “I’ve always wondered what you’d feel like on my cock.”

Dean tensed not knowing if Sam was joking or not, “Don’t hold your breath Casanova. I’m not nearly as easy as your cheap bimbos are.”

“Dean,” Sam purred. “You were born a bimbo and you’ll never be anything else than that to me.”

This was new too… Dean felt Sam’s hand on his thigh squeezing suggestively. Sam’s insult hurt and the fact that Sam thought he could molest his body pissed him off. “If you don’t get your hand off my thigh I’m going to break it.”

Sam’s hand stilled but he didn’t remove it from Dean’s thigh, “You really think you can do that Dean? You really think you have the strength to overpower me?”

All of Dean’s warning bells were going off because of Sam’s new attitude and prowess. “Is that suppose to intimidate me Sam?”

Sam ran his hand up the back of Dean’s neck and squeezed gently, “I only speak the truth Dean.” Sam nestled his lips onto Dean’s neck, “You know I’m different don’t you? But as usual, you’re too afraid to do something about it, aren’t you? You won’t stop me because you can’t stop me.”

Dean relaxed into Sam’s embrace knowing that his younger brother was right. He didn’t have the guts to kill Sam because he couldn’t stomach the idea of being alone in this shit world. It was why he had brought Sam back from the dead. It was why he had sacrificed his own soul; he would do anything to not be alone in the world, and he suspected that Sam would take advantage of that when the time came.

“I want to go back to the motel,” Dean whispered as he felt Sam licking his earlobe.

“I thought you’d never ask,” Sam growled suggestively.

“I want to go back alone,” Dean coldly replied. “You go with the chick and I’ll see you in the morning.” Dean made to get up but Sam squeezed his neck tighter, “Sam…please.”

Sam reluctantly released Dean’s neck and allowed the older man to stand, “Fine, go back and pout.”

Without looking back, Dean walked away from Sam and headed towards the Impala wishing not for the first time that he could alter the arrangement he had made with the demon. He had made the mistake of trusting her, never once considering the fact that she would return Sam altered. “You are a stupid jackass Dean…you knew better than to trust that demon bitch.”


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One week later…

Two Harbors, Minnesota-Lake Superior

It had been three weeks since he had made the deal with the demon; trading his soul for Sam’s life. A year…the bitch had only given him one year in exchange for the return of his Sam. The man he had practically raised, the man he had helped train, the man who was the most important thing in Dean’s miserable life.

For three weeks the Winchesters had been hunting down the demons who had escaped from Hell through the gate that was located in the old cowboy cemetery in Wyoming. The same gate from which their father had escaped from Hell just in time to save Dean once again from the clutches of the yellow-eyed demon; the same demon who had traded John’s soul for Dean’s life, and who had attempted to use Sam as a soldier in a war that Dean wanted nothing to do with.

Both brothers had witnessed John’s soul turning to energy and flying upwards towards a place Dean had no hopes of ever seeing; especially now that he had less than a year before the demon bitch claimed his soul, but it had been worth it, Sam’s life was more important than his own. Saving Sam had always been Dean’s duty and he knew without a doubt that he had done the right thing regardless of the growing tightness in his gut over the last three weeks.

Dean never thought when he made the deal with the female demon that she would return Sam different, and watching Sam killing Jake in cold blood at the cemetery without the slightest look of remorse on his face had Dean wondering about the emotional and psychological makeup of his back from the dead brother. Dean knew better than anyone that what’s dead should stay dead and observing Sammy over the last three weeks had convinced him that something was not right about his brother.

The new Sam had been the more agile hunter over the last three weeks delivering deadly blows to demons and supernatural beings alike; a job usually reserved for Dean. Sam had always been the brains and Dean had been the brawn, but now, Sam seemed to be both. Dean almost felt useless when Sam was in the middle of a fight watching as his younger brother easily ousted the evil in the world. Sam had even as gone as far as pushing Dean out of harm’s way and took the full brunt of a demon’s blow instead. Dean suspected that Sam wanted to make sure Dean survived long enough for him to find a way to break the deal Dean had made with the demon, but Dean was more than a little nervous that Sam would get himself killed and make the deal Dean had made worthless.

Dean was currently watching Sam exorcise yet another demon and he couldn’t help but to notice the hint of glee in Sam’s eyes when the demon begged for its life. Sam looked over at Dean and winked, “Maybe if you beg enough I’ll let you go.” The demon shrieked in agony as Sam threw more Holy Water on its human host, “What was that? I couldn’t quite hear you.”

Dean stared in concern as Sam vanquished the demon back to Hell, “Sam, this shouldn’t be so much fun.”

“Why not Dean,” Sam laughed as the black swirl of evil left the human and flew down into the wooden floor of the lake-side warehouse. “Why can’t killing evil be fun?”

“It’s never been fun for me,” Dean commented in disgust at his almost giddy brother. “It’s not what Dad taught us.”

Sam placed the book of exorcism back into his jacket pocket and sneered, “He didn’t teach you much of anything but self-sacrificing and self-loathing.”

“Are you still pissed about the deal?” Dean asked in disbelief. “It’s been three weeks and you’re still pushing this shit back in my face.”

“You shouldn’t have done it Dean,” Sam snapped. “I was dead. I could have been with Dad and Mom; happy for once in my life, but instead I got stuck here with your miserable ass!”

Dean sucked in his lower lip trying to push the sadness back down, “If that’s what you really feel than leave, go back to school, go back to your normal apple-pie life.”

Sam stepped forward within arms reach from Dean, “What I want is a way to fix this mess you made.” He placed his large hands on Dean’s arms and squeezed gently, “I want you to admit that you made a mistake; that you are pathetic because you couldn’t handle the idea of living alone.”

“That’s not true,” Dean lied once again surprised at the ease in which Sam threw hurtful insults directed his way.

“You know I’m right Dean,” Sam replied squeezing Dean’s arms more firmly. “You were so afraid of being alone that you made a deal with a demon Dean. You gave up your own life and soul just to keep me in your life.”

“I couldn’t let Dad down,” Dean defended. “I made him a promise to protect you and…”

“And you failed Dean!” Sam exclaimed. “You fucked up and this little deal was your special way of covering your ass.” Sam tightened his grip on Dean’s arms grinning when he saw his brother grimacing in pain, “You’re nothing but a pathetic excuse for a soldier…it makes me sick just being in the same room with you.”

Dean shook his head, “No, I don’t believe you. Why protect me if you hate me?”

Sam glared down at Dean in contempt, “I don’t hate you Dean. I just can’t stand being near you. You’ve gone soft and you’re pathetically weak, but I can’t let you die because I still love you.”

“Well that makes me feel tons better,” Dean sarcastically replied. “I’m no different than I was before you died…if anyone has changed it’s you.” Dean tensed his shoulders up and looked defiantly into Sam’s eyes, “You’ve become and overbearing arrogant ass who treats me like a weakling because you’re afraid of me getting killed before you can find a way to break the deal, and oh…let’s not forget the fact that you’ve been going around fucking anything that moves for the last three weeks.”

“Almost everything,” Sam commented wiggling his brows playfully. “Besides, I haven’t changed Dean. I’m just sick to death of you always being the savior,” Sam commented. “I told you back in Wyoming that it’s my turn to take care of you, and I will do anything to keep you safe even if it pisses you off in the process.”

“So why call me weak and pathetic Sam?” Dean asked through clenched teeth wishing Sam would release his arms. “If all that’s changed about you is your attitude than why put me down like that?”

Sam shrugged smiling down at his older brother, “I guess because it’s fun to see your face fill with anguish…you make it so easy for me; it’s fun hurting you like that.”

Dean stepped back wrenching his arms from Sam’s grasp, “This isn’t you Sammy.”

“Of course it is Dean,” Sam laughed as he lunged forward to wrap Dean in a bear hug. “Well…it’s me mostly.”

Dean’s chest was pressed up against his brother’s chest and he kicked out trying to hit Sam in the shins. “Let me go you fucker!”

“You’re going to have to try harder than that Dean,” Sam laughed loudly enjoying the feeling of Dean struggling in his arms. “You’re not as strong as you use to be after all.”

Dean reared back and head butted Sam grimacing as his forehead made contact with Sam’s nose, “You’ve gotten stronger Sam. Can’t you see that? Somehow the demon made you different.”

Sam let Dean fall from his grip as he rubbed at his bruised and swollen nose, “What the hell did you expect Dean? I was fucking dead, remember that?” Sam stared at Dean in anger, “And you know what Dean?” Sam walked towards Dean wiping the blood from his nose on the sleeve of his shirt, “I like it…I feel so strong; like I can do anything.”

Dean stepped backwards from his brother until he felt something at the back of his legs. He took a chance and looked behind looking at the wooden shipping crate stamped ‘Fragile’ and ‘Handle with Care’ and quickly returned his attention to Sam. “I’m sure that’s what Jake thought too but look where it got him.”

“I’m better than him. I was meant to win that game; I just didn’t have the guts at the time to kill him, but now I do,” Sam remarked. “It felt fucking incredible killing that asshole while you looked on in shock.” Sam quickly shuffled towards Dean causing the older man to lose his balance and sit down hard on the shipping crate. “I wish you could have seen the look on your face…all calm and nonchalant but I knew that you wanted to piss yourself. You knew then that something wasn’t right about me but you didn’t want to face the truth, did you?”

Dean looked up at Sam from the crate, “I was hoping I was wrong.” Dean pushed himself up to his feet only to be pushed back down by Sam, “You think you scare me?”

Sam grabbed Dean’s jaw and squeezed it firmly, “I know I do Dean…I can feel you trembling.”

Dean snatched his jaw from Sam’s grip, “I’m not trembling dumbass! It’s fucking freezing in here. It is Minnesota, remember?”

“Dean, it’s the middle of May,” Sam argued grinning down at his terrified brother. “It’s okay to admit that you’re scared of me Dean.” Sam snatched Dean by the neck and began choking the older man, “You fucking should be!” Dean grabbed at the large hand that was wrapped around his neck and kicked out at Sam’s crotch, but Sam was able to fend off Dean’s lame attempts of escape, “God…if you only knew what you do to me when you fight back.”

Dean struggled to breathe as Sam choked the life out of him. He couldn’t help the tears that sprang to his eyes as his very own brother threatened to send him to Hell nearly eleven months ahead of schedule. “Sam, please,” Dean managed to cry out.

Sam’s eyes lit up in pleasure when he saw Dean’s eyes watering, “What is it Dean? You want to make a deal with me too?” Sam bent down and kissed Dean’s resisting lips while maintaining his grip on Dean’s neck, “Want to offer me something of value for your miserable life?” He forced his tongue inside Dean’s mouth and moaned in pleasure at the self-hatred he tasted in Dean’s mouth. He loosened his hold on Dean’s neck allowing his brother to draw in air into his burning lungs, “I can taste your hatred Dean…part of you thinks you deserve this.”

“No,” Dean adamantly replied attempting to push Sam away. “I don’t deserve this shit from you; not after what I sacrificed for you.”

Sam suddenly released Dean’s neck and punched his brother in the jaw with his clenched fist, “I didn’t ask you to save me Dean!”

The hit caused Dean to fall sideways onto the wooden crate, but Dean managed to sit back up rubbing his jaw, and looked up at Sam, “I’m beginning to wish I hadn’t done it.”

“But just think Dean,” Sam began grabbing Dean by the waist, “If you hadn’t done it I’d be dead, Dad would still be in Hell, and I wouldn’t have the chance to do this to you.”

Dean felt like a rag doll as the newer stronger Sam turned him over onto his stomach and made his knees hit hard against the wooden floor, “And what exactly would that be Sammy?”

Sam cruelly laughed holding Dean easily down onto the wooden crate, “You never were that smart Dean.”

Dean could feel Sam yanking his jeans down past his hips, over his ass, and down his legs, “You care to give me a hint Sam?”

Sam pressed one hand onto Dean’s lower back keeping his brother in place while he undressed Dean with the other hand. “I think you can figure it out Dean…even you aren’t that stupid.”

Dean tried to push off the crate with his arms, but Sam held him down in a vise grip up against the wood, “No reason to insult me Sam.” Dean worried that the wood would splinter into his chest if Sam pushed any harder, so he relaxed against the pressure of Sam’s commanding hand, “You know if you do this we’ll never be the same. There won’t be any going back from this.”

Sam pushed Dean’s boxers down to his knees and slapped Dean’s smooth meaty ass, “That doesn’t concern me in the least.” Sam slapped Dean’s ass again grinning wildly as the pale flesh turned fiery pink, “I’ve wanted to do this to you for years.” Sam caressed the warm flesh of Dean’s round ass and ran his finger up and down the crack catching tantalizing glimpses of Dean’s hidden treasure, “I can’t tell you how many fantasies I’ve had about you; wondering how hot you would be on the inside.”

Dean closed his eyes when he felt Sam’s finger running up and down his crack barely caressing his hole, “I could have lived not hearing that disturbing revelation.”

Sam pulled his finger to his own mouth and sucked on his finger covering it with spit, “You’re such a fucking liar Dean.” Sam placed his wet finger at Dean’s entrance and began tracing the puckered outline of Dean’s asshole, “You’ve wanted me too but were too ashamed to let me know how you felt.” Sam pushed just the tip of his index finger inside Dean’s heat and felt his cock twitching frantically inside his jeans. “Neither one of us had the nerve to defile Dad’s trust in us, but now…I don’t give a fuck about what anyone thinks about the fact that I want to fuck my own brother into the floor.”

Dean sucked on his bottom lip trying to keep the whimpers of pleasure inside as Sam pushed his finger further inside his body, but he couldn’t hide the fact that his breath hitched when Sam began stroking his prostate. “Sam, please don’t do this to me.”

Sam pushed Dean’s shirt up exposing Dean’s freckled perfection, “Don’t we deserve pleasure Dean?” Sam added another finger inside Dean and began lightly kissing Dean’s back, “Haven’t we earned this Dean?”

The addition of a second finger was uncomfortable; especially without proper lubrication, “Sam, it’s not that good, really.”

Sam licked at one last freckle and pulled away, “Should have known you’d be a demanding bitch.” Sam pulled his fingers out of Dean’s body, spread his ass cheeks apart with both hands, and spat on the beckoning pink hole, “I don’t have any lube with me so this will have to do.” Sam rubbed the spit onto Dean’s sensitive hole, “It’s not like you’ve never been fucked without lube before.”

Dean began struggling as Sam pushed three fingers inside his tightness, “I fucking hate you right now…I’ll never forgive you for this.”

Sam held Dean down with one hand while he pumped his thick fingers in and out of Dean’s resisting body, “You better get use to this Dean.” Sam pulled his fingers out and undid his jeans pulling out his engorged weeping cock, “This is what Hell is going to be like for you…getting fucked, used, and abused for eternity.” Sam started pushing his prick inside Dean’s clenching ass gritting his teeth together, “Those demons are going to rip you apart every fucking chance they get.”

Dean felt like he was being torn in two as Sam forced himself inside, “And what are they going to do to you when you get there you sick fuck!”

“Worship me,” Sam moaned as he slipped past Dean’s resisting sphincter pushing into the heat and warmth of Dean’s essence. He didn’t give Dean a chance to adjust to the thick invasion but instead began pumping in and out of Dean’s tightness enjoying the soft whimpers of pain escaping Dean’s perfect lips. “And you’ll worship me too after tonight.”

Dean closed his eyes trying to block out the sound of flesh hitting flesh, the feeling of Sam’s fingers bruising his hips, and the feel of Sam’s dick impaling him over and over again, “Never…I’d rather die than serve you.”

“You’re serving me now,” Sam chuckled. “I never said you’d do it willingly.” Sam stood straddling Dean’s hips, angled his own hips so as to hit Dean’s pleasure center, and smiled ear to ear when he heard a moan coming from Dean’s mouth, “Of course, I could try to convince you otherwise.”

Dean started panting in bliss as his prostate was expertly targeted by Sam’s eager cock, “You fucking bastard…I hate you for doing this to me.”

Sam ignored Dean’s insults and reached underneath and began stroking Dean’s prick. “You know you like it baby,” Sam purred into Dean’s ear. “You’re a slut by nature…giving it up for anybody, but no one will ever touch you again after tonight.”

Dean bit down on his lip trying to stifle the pleasure he felt building up inside his body. He could feel the familiar tingles of an impending climax as pleasure ran through his prostate and resonated through his throbbing scrotum up his aching shaft. “You want to bet asshole?”

Sam couldn’t help but to laugh at Dean’s attempt at defiance, “What if I told you I knew a way to break your deal with the demon?”

“That’s impossible,” Dean moaned as he Sam pulled all the way out of his body and pushed back inside with one sure thrust.

“Is it?” Sam asked feeling Dean’s ass gripping down on his cock. “Shoot your cum in my hand like the little slut we both know you are and I’ll tell you the secret.”

Dean shook his head in disbelief, “You don’t know anything.”

Sam pistoned in and out of Dean’s helpless body feeling his sweat pouring down his forehead, down his long nose, and dripping onto Dean’s back, “You really want to take that chance Dean? Defy me just for spite and never know the truth?” Sam wanted to feel Dean’s body gripping his cock in an orgasmic bliss, but he didn’t think he could last much longer being buried inside Dean’s silky walls. “Come on baby; cum for Sammy and I’ll tell you how I’m going to save you from damnation.”

Dean gritted his teeth in anger as he submitted to Sam’s demands, “It doesn’t mean you own me Sam…I’ll never love you the way you want me too.” Dean relaxed his arms, took in a deep breath, and allowed the pleasure in his ass to crest and run itself up his spine and into his cock. He groaned in agonizing gratification as his milky release squirted out onto Sam’s hand, and he felt his knees shaking as Sam put his full weight onto his body and bit down onto his shoulder. “Sam!”

“Dean,” Sam moaned as his cock was gripped in the vise grip of Dean’s ass. “That’s it baby, God you feel so good on my cock…you feel what you do to me Dean?”

Dean would have collapsed from Sam’s weight if it hadn’t been for the crate underneath his chest, “You’re killing me here.” Dean grimaced when he felt the hot wetness seeping inside his body as Sam filled him up with his tainted seed. “Thanks for that; I really appreciate you making a deposit.”

Sam rubbed his sweaty hair onto Dean’s back, “Bitch, bitch, bitch…you should be honored that I did that for you.”

Dean sighed in relief as Sam pulled out of his body and stood up, “Honored? Are you fucking kidding me here?”

Sam looked down at Dean’s abused body while tucking himself back inside his own pants, “You’ll feel me for hours this way. I’ll be oozing out and running down your thighs when you walk…it makes me hot even thinking about it.”

Dean pulled his pants up over his sore ass and struggled to stand as his knees creaked in protest, “I’m sure it does you pervert.” Dean fastened his jeans, “So, what’s the big secret? How are you going to save me?”

Sam reached out and put his arm around Dean’s shoulder pulling the shorter man into his chest, “I’ll tell you in exactly eleven months and four days from now.”

Dean pushed at Sam and pushed the larger man away, “You fucking bastard!”

“You better be nice to me Dean or I might change my mind,” Sam hinted offering his hand to Dean. “If you do as I say for the net eleven months I’ll tell you how to save yourself.”

“You’re not my Sammy,” Dean once again offered taking Sam’s hand reluctantly.

“Of course I am,” Sam grinned while squeezing Dean’s hand into his own. “I’m just a lot stronger and more confident.”

“And you’re a manipulating piece of shit who gets off on humiliating me,” Dean pouted as he was led out the warehouse towards the Impala.

“Stop bitching Dean,” Sam warned. “It could be worse.”

“I doubt that,” Dean whispered into the night wondering not for the first time if he would have been better off letting Sam stay dead. In his gut, he knew that what was dead should stay dead, and now he was going to pay the price for listening to his heart instead of his gut. Eleven months of being tormented and used by his own brother just so he could avoid Hell? Maybe he could break the deal himself…Sam would drop dead, but he didn’t want this Sam anyway, and would being alone in this shit world really be all that bad?

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