supernatural one-shots

#4

Dean's eyes snapped open, the stench of blood flooding his senses. He looked around for a moment, trying to figure out where he was. The room was dark and cold, and he could hear the low hum of a fan somewhere behind him. There was only a few slivers of moonlight coming in from the slits in the ceiling. He was shocked to find he wasn't bound to the chair he was sitting in. He was also shocked to see his brother step into the room.

"Sam? What's going on?" Dean stood up. His brother gave a small smile. One of his hands was behind his back, hiding something.

"Dean," Sam twisted his hand out, revealing a knife that shined when the moonlight fell across it. Dean swallowed and tensed.

"What are you doing?" he kept his voice calm as his brother took a few steps towards him. "Why does everything smell like blood in here?"

"Well, there's a body in the back of the room. Secondly, it doesn't matter what I'm doing here, because soon you'll be joining the body," Sam smiled and tilted his head to one side.

"Sam. Let me go. This isn't you," Dean whispered.

"Let you go? Why should I let you go? I finally have you where I want you!" Sam spat.

"Why do you want to kill me?" Dean shot back.

"Because you've always wanted to take me down. You always had to be the stronger one. The better one. The only reason you kept me from drinking the demon blood is because you knew I'd be better than you one day! You knew that one day, you'd have to step down and let me be the better brother," Sam tossed the blade back and forth between himself.

"Let me go. I don't care if you're better. Don't do this," Dean eyed the blade in fear. Sam stepped closer, holding the blade up to his brother's neck.

"Why should I? So you can run off to your little angel slut and you two can come back and fight me?"

"My what? What did you just say?" Dean stared at his brother.

"Oh, come on Dean. I'm not stupid. If I let you go, you'll just run to Castiel and tell him that you two have to go back and kill me. That I'm not safe," Sam rolled his eyes, pressing the blade into his skin.

"Maybe his little angel slut already knew where he was." A new voice sounded from the front of the room. Before either Winchester would react, the person the voice belonged to had pushed a gun up against Sam's head and pulled the trigger. Dean jumped back, his brother's blood covering his clothes.

"He was long gone. There was no Sam in there anymore," Castiel said, grabbing Dean's hand and dragging him out of the room.