Selina Winchester (Supernatural Season 2) (Supernatural Fanfic)

All Hell Breaks Loose Pt. 3

I Dedicate this chapter to callofduty12359 for helping me figure out certain details in which I want to continue this Series with.

"I'm dreaming," Sam realized

"What do you say you and I take a little walk?" The Yellow Eyed Demon led him outside "You're awfully quiet, Sam. You're not mad at me, are you?"

"I'm gonna tear you to shreds, I swear to-"

The Demon chuckled "When you wake up, tiger, you give it your best shot,"

"Where's my sister?"

"Quit worrying about Selina. I'd worry more about yourself,"

"Why? You gonna kill me?"

"I'm trying to help you. That's why we're talking. You're the one I'm rooting for,"

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Welcome to the Miss America pageant. Why do you think you're here? This is a competition. Only one of you crazy kids is gonna make it out of here alive." Sam opened his mouth to speak "Selina's already won her slot,"

"I thought we were supposed to be-"

"Soldiers in a coming war?" The demon finished "That's true. You are. But here's the thing: I don't need soldiers. I need soldier. I just need the one,"

"Why?"

"Well, I couldn't just come out and say that, could I, Sam? I had to let everyone think they had a fighting chance. But what I need is a leader,"

"To lead who?"

"Oh, I've already got my army and princess. Or I will soon, anyway,"

"You son of a bitch,"

"Honestly, I'm surprised you hadn't guessed. I mean, why do you think so many children flamed out already? Max Miller and Andy's brother, what's-his-name...they weren't strong enough. I'm looking for the best and brightest of your generation,"

"My generation?"

"Well, there's other generations, but let's just worry about yours. That's why I'm here Sam. I wanna give you the inside track. You're tough. You're smart. You're well-trained, thanks to your daddy. And Selina...well it's in her blood. Sam--Sammy--you and Selina--you're my favorites,"

"You ruined my life." Sam spat "You killed everyone I love,"

"The cost of doing business, I'm afraid. I mean, sweet little Jessica--she just had to die. You were all set to marry that little blonde thing, become a tax Lawyer with two kids, a beer gut, and a little McMansion in the suburbs. I needed you sharp on the road, honing your skills. Your gifts,"

"What about my mom? That was bad luck,"

"Bad luck?"

"She walked in on us. Wrong place, wrong time,"

"What does that mean?"

"It wasn't about her. It was about you. It's always been about you,"

"What?"

"Well...okay. You caught me in a charitable mood. I'll show you," The demon snapped his fingers, and he and Sam were suddenly in Sam's nursery, back on the night Mary died. "Look familiar? It should," Sam watched his six-month-old self cry in his crib, while the Yellow-Eyed Demon from the past stood over him all those years ago "Relax, Sam, this is just a hi-def instant replay. Enjoy the show,"

Mary Winchester entered the room, looking tired "John?"

"Mom!" Sam shouted

"Is he hungry?"