Supernatural: Reborn

Chapter 3

When Sam and Gabriel arrived in Aberdeen, South Dakota they were surprised. The town was desolated and empty. To their advantage, there was only one bar in the town. Sam drove the Impala to the bar and parked it in the parking lot.

"You should go in alone," Gabriel said, "If Dean really is a demon, he won't like me."

"And if Dean decides to go postal on me," Sam asked.

"Then I'll run in and save your damsel in distress ass," Gabriel said. Sam sighed before he got out of the car. He opened the door to the bar and walked in. It was empty except for the bartender and one man sitting at a piano. Sam looked at the man more closely and sighed. It was Dean.

"Hiya Sam," Dean said, setting the First Blade on top of the piano. When Sam didn't reply, Dean looked to the bartender. "Hey Harv, why don't you go grab a smoke," Dean yelled to him. The bartender looked from Dean to Sam before walking out of the bar. "Who winged you," Dean asked.

"Does it matter," Sam asked.

"Not really," Dean answered, "I told you to let me go."

"You know I can't do that," Sam answered, "by the way, your pal, Crowley, sold you out."

"Sounds like him," Dean said, getting up from the piano, First Blade in hand.

"Dean," Sam said cautiously, "hold on a second. You don't have to do this. Look, we know how to cure demons, remember that?"

"Little Latin, lot of blood," Dean said, walking to the counter, "it rings a bell, but did you ever stop to think that if I wanted to be cured, I wouldn't have bailed?"

"That was Crowley," Sam said.

"It really wasn't," Dean said, pouring himself a drink.

"It doesn't matter, alright," Sam said, walking towards Dean, "because whatever went down, whatever happened, we will fix it."

"Will we," Dean asked, smiling, "because right now, I'm doing all I can not to come over there and rip your throat out, with my teeth. I'm giving you a chance Sam, you should take it."

"I'm going to have to pass," Sam said, holding his ground.

"Well, I'm not walking out that door with you," Dean said, "I'm just not. So, what are you going to do? Are you going to kill me?"

Sam shook his head, "no."

"Why," Dean asked, "I killed Faith. Doesn't a tiny part of you want to kill me?"

"You weren't yourself Dean," Sam said, "It was the Mark."

"It really wasn't," Dean said again, "to be honest, she deserved to die. She was an abomination. She had to go; I'm just happy it was me who set her free."

"This isn't you talking," Sam said walking towards him, "you are my brother and I'm here to take you home."

Dean laughed, "'You're my brother and I'm here to take you home'. What is this, a lifetime movie, huh with your puppy dog eyes? Ah, thanks Sammy, I needed that." Sam sighed before he pulled out the demonic handcuffs from his pocket. "You really think those are going to work," Dean asked.

"There's one way to find out," Sam answered. Suddenly, Dean blinked his eyes black and flung himself at Sam with the First Blade. Sam dodged him just in time, but fell backwards onto a table. Sam crashed to the ground as Dean walked over to Sam.

"You see Sammy," Dean asked, "without our abomination sister, you're vulnerable." Sam smiled as Gabriel grabbed Dean from behind and forced the handcuffs onto Dean's hands.