Let Me Down Slowly Δ SPN [ 2 ]

chapter forty-two

They found Dean gone and that Sam eventually learned that he was a demon, the Mark causing him to not die and become one. Dean was with Crowley for about one or two months while Sam searched for him.

Sam finally got him back and has him in the dungeon now. Sam told Evie to not go down there, no matter what.

Sam is in the dungeon now and already gave Dean one shot of human blood.

"For all you know, you could be killing me. Like you killed sweet, little Evie." Dean says.

Sam's jaw clenches, trying to not think of when he was in this same position with his daughter.

"Or... you're just messing with me. Plus, you're not as small as her and can handle more. Either way, the lore doesn't say anything about exceptions to the cure." Sam says.

"The lore. Hunters. Men of Letters. What a load of crap it all is! Oh, you got nothing?" Dean asks.

"You want me to debate you? This isn't even the real you I'm talking to." Sam says.

"Oh, it's the real me, all right. The new real me-- the me that sees things for what they really are. Winchesters. Do-gooders. Fighting the natural order. Let me tell you something-- guys like me, we are the natural order. It's the way it was set up."

"Guys like me still got to do what we can."

"Don't be so full of yourself, Sammy. Cause, see, from where I'm sitting... there ain't much difference from what I turned into to what you already are."

"And what exactly is that supposed to mean?"

"I know what you did when you went looking for me. I know how far you went. Crowley told me all about it. So let me ask you... which one of us is really a monster? Hmm? Starting to come back to you now?"

Dean continues as Sam remembers everything.

"You were trying to get a twenty on Crowley and me from any demon you could snag. But Crowley didn't want to be found, and no one showed when you summoned. But you found a way, didn't you, Sam? You would have liked to have gotten there before the deal went down, but you didn't really care about poor ol' Lester, did you?"

"Oh, and so you know, I killed Lester myself. And that wife of his married the tattooed guy."

"I never meant--" Dean cuts Sam off.

"Who cares what you meant?! That line that we thought was so clear between us and the things that we hunted, ain't so clear is it? Wow. You might actually be worse than me! I mean, you took a guy at his lowest, used him, and it cost him his life and his soul. Nice work."

Sam plunges the needle into Dean's neck who screams in pain. Sam tosses the syringe on the table, leaning over it, his back to Dean.

"Let me ask you this, Sammy. If this doesn't work, we both know what you got to do to me, right? You got the stomach for that, Sam?!"

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Sam calls Cas, standing outside of the dungeon.

"Sam?" Cas asks.