A New Kind of Life (A Supernatural Fan Fiction)

6 Months Later

Sam's POV

"A Winchester? One of us? I mean, I've heard the stories, but I never thought that they could be true. A Winchester. Huh. Fascinating."

The pretty little demon hung fron chains, bloody and her skin broken from Ruby's demon blade. But I didn't care how pretty she was. I paid no heed to her mocking laugh. I didn't pay attention to her taunting words. I didn't care about anything other than the one thing that I was after. The one and only thing I was after.

My brother.

He told me to let him go, but he should've known better. I can't let him go. I can't do what I did when he was in Purgatory, not when he was out there right then. Not when he was somewhere I could find him. Not when he was buddy-buddy with Crowley now. Not when... Not when... Not when he was a demon.

Coming to terms to the facts had been hard. I kept trying to convince myself that he wasn't... That he wasn't a demon. That he wasn't one of them. That he wasn't what we'd hunted for so long now. But in the end, it didn't matter what I told myself. It didn't matter how many times I said that Dean couldn't be a demon. It never mattered what I said or what I forced myself to believe, or not to believe. It never changed the reality. I never changed the fact that Dean Winchester, my brother, my best friend, was a demon.

Regret had filled every minute of the past 6 months. I should've never let him take on the Mark. I should have never let him do something so stupid. I should have never let him touch the First Blade. I should have never let him do anything so stupid on his own. Not again. I should've never let him take this burden too. Sure, I'd taken on the Trials in attempt to slam the doors of Hell shut forever, to lock away our demon friends for good. But what had he done for me? He had sold his soul to save me. He had taken on Lucifer when I couldn't, when I was locked inside my own body. He had killed Dick Roman and got hurtled into Purgatory.

I hadn't done half that stuff. And here he was, infected with the Mark of Cain, a demon now. It was my fault. It should be me. It should've been me. It should've been me. I knew that I could take on the Mark of Cain. I knew it beause I knew that I needed to. But it didn't matter now. Because Dean was infected and he'd run off to God-knows-where... And... And... And...

I had to do what I could.

"Where's. Crowley?" I hissed sternly.

"I don't know. Nobody knows. We've been looking for him, but he fell off the map 6 months ago. I don't know where he is." She insisted.

"Okay."

I pulled back my knife and, slowly, maliciously, pressed it against her skin. I dragged it across slowly, causing her to moan and groan, refusing to beg for the mercy that she so desperately needed at this point. I kept my cool, my eyes dark and angry but calm. I'd gotten good at this, keeping my cool so that they couldn't prey on the vulnerability that lingered just below the surface, boiling just beneath the skin.

I'd only seen my brother as a demon once. He had his hand curled around my neck and he was holding me up like I was weightless. Now I was searching for him again. I was looking for him. And I was going to find him. And I was going to do whatever it took to save him. I was going to do whatever it takes to bring him back.

This had been my quest for the past 6 months. It had been my only purpose in life. I had help sometimes, from Cas and Meg. But other than those two, I was completely alone. And I didn't like being alone. In fact, I despised it. I hated being alone. That's why I needed to find Dean. If I could find him, I wouldn't have to be alone anymore. My motives were selfish, but I knew that I was doing the right thing, no matter the motive pushing me to do this.