Supernatural: Reborn

Chapter 4

Another hour passed and Sam gave Dean his second shot of purified blood.

"For all you know, you could be killing me," Dean said.

"Or you're just messing with me," Sam said as he placed the needle back onto the table, "either way, the lore doesn't say anything about exceptions to the cure."

Dean chuckled, "'the lore'. Hunters, Men of Letters, what a load of crap it all is." When Sam didn't respond, Dean smiled. "Oh, you got nothing," Dean asked.

"You want me to debate you," Sam asked, "this isn't even the real you I'm talking to."

"Oh, it's the real me, alright," Dean said, "the new real me. The me that sees things for what they really are. Winchesters, do-gooders, fighting the natural order. Let me tell you something, guys like me, we are the natural order. It's the way it was set up."

"Guys like me still got to do what we can," Sam retorted.

"Don't be so full of yourself, Sammy," Dean said, "because, see from where I'm sitting, there isn't much difference from what I turned into and what you already are."

"And what exactly is that supposed to mean," Sam asked.

"I know what you did when you went looking for me," Dean admitted, "I know how far you went. Crowley told me all about it. So, let me ask you, which one of us is really a monster? Starting to come back to you now?" Sam sat there for a while remembering all the things he had done just to find his brother.

"You were trying to get a twenty on me and Crowley from any demon you could snag," Dean yelled, "but Crowley didn't want to be found and no one showed when you summoned, but you found a way didn't you Sam? You would like to have gotten there before the deal went down, but you didn't really care about poor ole Lester, did you? Oh, and so you know, I killed Lester myself and that wife of his married the tattooed guy."

"I never meant," Sam started.

"Who cares what you meant," Dean yelled, "that line that we thought was so clear between us and the things that we hunted ain't so clear, is it? Wow, you might actually be worse than me. I mean, you took a guy at his lowest, used him, and it cost him his life and his soul. Nice work Sammy." Sam grabbed another syringe off the table and plunged it into Dean's neck. Dean groaned as Sam emptied the contents of the syringe into his system. Sam pulled the needle out and threw it onto the table. As Sam started to walk towards the door, Dean stopped him.

"Let me ask you this, Sammy," Dean said, "If this doesn't work, we both know what you got to do to me, right? You got the stomach for that Sam?"

Sam stood still for a moment before he responded, "no, I don't, but I know someone who does."

"And who would that be," Dean asked.

"Our sister," Sam answered, turning to Dean. Sam saw that Dean's eyes were wide. "She's the one person you're still afraid of," Sam said, "I can see it in your eyes. If I bring her back, you will lose everything." Sam turned back towards the door and started walking towards it.

"Fine," Dean yelled, "bring her back! I'll just kill her again!" Sam stepped through the door and shut it. Sam went to his room for the next hour and thought about what Crowley said. Crowley promised that he would bring Faith back when Dean was getting cured. Sam was waiting for Cass, but he never showed. On his way back to give Dean his next dose of blood, Sam called Cass.

"Sam," Cass asked.

"Cass, hey are you still coming," Sam asked.

"I'm a few hours away," Cass said, "is the treatment working?"