Team Free Will

The End

Dean's sanity had snapped, nothing mattered anymore. He had to do what was needed and that was to get rid of the devil, even if it was using his brother as a meat suit. It was for the god of the earth, humanity, everything. But when Dean got to their meeting place he wasn't there. Dean decided to resort back to hell to see if anyone down there knew anything about where he might be. 

"Crowley!" Dean shouted, pushing a couple demons out of his way. 

"Dean. Need anything?"

"Yeah, actually."

"What might it be?"

"Where's Lucifer?"

"Well, I don't think I kn-"

"Where is he?"

"Dean, I don't think you're doing the right thing here. Just tak-"

"Crowley! Where?"

"Your bunker."

"Thank you." Dean said before leaving quickly, the first blade still gripped tightly in his hand. 

He roamed the halls of the bunker for a few minutes, searching for his broken brother and the devil. He called out to him a few times but there was no response. But then he saw him, propped up against the dungeon wall, unconscious. Dean slowly walked towards him, holding his breath, nervous for the outcome. 

"Sammy?" He whispered, his heart pounding in his chest. Sam's eyes slowly fluttered open, he looked frightened at first but then realized where he was. 

"The bunker."

"Yeah, Sam. But buddy, where's Lucifer?"

"I-I-I don't know." Sam stuttered.

"Sam. I need to find him. He needs to die. I have to kill him." As soon as he said that, he saw the light in Sam's eyes disappear and a grin spread across his little brothers face.

"Well, I'm right here Dean."

"Lucifer, why are you doing this?"

"Because I know you won't kill Sam, Dean. It's that simple." Dean smiled widely.

"Sorry to break it to you but I'll do what I have to." He smiled widely, seeing the shock in Lucifer's eyes.

"Well, we'll see about that." Lucifer said before putting the light back into Sam's eyes. When Sam saw Dean's pitch black eyes, he pushed away, his arms and legs moving fast.

"Sam. I'm sorry but I'm going to have to kill you." Dean said, his eyes flickered back to a bright green before he reached for the first blade. But Sam snatched it before he could grab it. And with his bare hands he snapped it in two.

"I can't let you be this monster, Dean." Sam cried out, his voice cracking and his words shaking, "I'm sorry." Dean was furious and Sam could see it and he ran. His legs shook underneath the weight of his trembling body. Dean was surely going to try to kill him. Even without the blade, he was awhole lot stronger than himself. He could hear Dean's footsteps echoing all around him, he didn't know which way Dean was coming from. It got a whole lot easier when Dean began calling out to him.

"C'mon Sammy! Let's have a beer, talk about it." Sam could hear him getting closer, the demon knife was pulled from his back pocket as he pressed his body up against the wall, slowly trying to peek around the corner. "I'm tired ah playin'! Let's finish this game!" Sam's body turned the corner quickly, prepared for his brother to be there, but found nothing. He heard a brreath from behind and turned quickly. Ducking at the sight of something sharp swinging towards his head. The demon knife clenched in his hand was held up against the throbing neck of his dead brother. "Do it." Dean's eyes chnaged from a pitch black to a emrald green in a matter ofseconds. "It's all you." Sam felt tears building in his already sore eyes. His brother was gone and he had to do something to this monster that ate him up.