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The Hero of His Own Story	By : unrequited666 Category: Supernatural > Slash - Male/Male Views: 4760 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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Warnings: Dark, evil!Dean, non-con, violence, slash, wincest,
character death. Don�t like? Don�t read! No flamers!

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Chapter Eight

He was merely a silent
observer � simply watching� just watching� always watching� There was nothing
he could do about the atrocities surrounding him, nor could he influence the
scene before him in any way. So he turned his gaze to the blood decorating the
floor, the walls, the ceiling, ignoring the pungent smell as he watched the
latest decapitated body fall to the ground.

He watched as the yet unseen
figure in the shadows turned to face him. �Don�t worry Sammy,� it said, �I�m
coming for you soon.�

The figure slowly walked
towards the light, revealing the handsome features of Dean Winchester. He was
dressed in a straight jacket� and covered in blood and gore from head to toe.

He opened his mouth �

***

� And screamed like a pig on the way to the slaughterhouse. He
struggled upright, becoming even more tangled in his sweat soaked bed sheets
and shaking furiously as he tried to calm his breathing, to calm the heart that
he was certain would give out on him.

�Sam?�

He squinted up into the sudden brightness, looking up to see Mr
Henderson standing next to the light-switch on the wall while Mrs Henderson
crouched beside him next to the bed � close, but not touching him. Both were
wearing expressions of being stunned awake.

Sam groaned. �I�m okay,� he told the concerned couple, �just a
nightmare.� He noticed the couple give each other meaningful looks when they
thought he wasn�t looking. He wriggled uncomfortably.

�You wanna talk about it sweetie?� asked
Mrs Henderson. Since the last day or so, Sam had become �sweetie� or �honey�.

Sam shook his head. �Not really.� He was feeling unaccountably edgy.
What he wanted was to get back to sleep, no matter how impossible that seemed
at the moment.

�Are you sure?� Mrs Henderson queried, in a tone which clearly
showed that she really thought Sam should
talk about it.

Sam brought a quivering hand to his forehead, lapping up the sweat.
His uneasiness was growing. �I�m sure,� he said, with a tone of finality,
hoping that she would just let this go.

�You might feel better if you did,� Mr Henderson spoke up for the
first time.
�
That was the straw that broke the camel�s back. �I said no!� Sam
snapped.

�Sweetie-�

�Jesus Christ!� Sam roared.

The couple tensed, looking worried, and Sam immediately felt guilty.

�I�m sorry,� he said more calmly, �Just on-edge, you know?�

Mrs Henderson made a funny move, as if reaching out to touch him but
then changing her mind at the last minute. �That�s alright honey.� She turned
to Sam�s bedside table and turned on the CD player. Then ushering her husband
out before her, she left the room.

Sam lay back down on the bed, allowing the music to wash over him
and quiet his frazzled nerves. But no matter how hard he tried, he could not
get back to sleep.

***

�Penny for your thoughts, Penny?� Dean laughed.

He brought his favourite knife under the chin of the bound and
bloodied social worker, gently raising her head until her wet and pain filled
eyes were looking into his.
�
�We can do this all day sweetheart,� Dean told her, taking a minute
to savour the wonderful expressions flitting across her face. Keeping his tone
pleasant, he continued �But I would greatly appreciate it if you could hurry
this along. I�m a bit tired. Had quite a busy few days.
What with killing Doctor Gresser,
and then those fucking cops who took my brother, planning ways to kill you.� Dean drank in the horror
that still flooded his victim�s eyes in increasing waves.

Penny swallowed visibly. �I won�t tell you where your brother is.�
Her voice was nothing more than a whisper, having already worn her voice down
screaming.

Dean slashed her across the face with the knife. She was too weak to
even gasp. �You�re a pretty girl. Or at least you were before I started
redecorating your face. But too bad that prettiness doesn�t
hide the fact that you�re an ugly cow inside. I mean, what kind of scum
would break happy families apart?�

It was as if all life had returned to her. �Happy? You were abusing
you brother. Hurting him. Raping him.�

Dean smiled as a faraway look crept onto his face, as if he was
reliving a pleasant memory. �You know, I�ve wanted Sammy for a long time. I
mean, I remember always watching him sleep, how he breathed, how he just had
that shine about him. It wasn�t easy
though, keeping him with me, keeping him pure. He�s just so fuckable. And there were so many
people out there, trying to take him from me.� Bringing himself back to the
present, Dean looked seriously into Penny�s face. �I was gonna
wait until he was eighteen, but some dick forced my hand.�

�You want a medal for that?� Penny asked between laboured breaths.
�It doesn�t change the fact that he didn�t want it. That you raped him.�
�
�Sammy�s just a kid,� Dean said dismissively. �He didn�t know what
he wanted. I was just showing him.�

�Oh God, you�re sick.
You�re� You� -�
�
Losing all interest in continuing the conversation, Dean exploded
�For fuck�s sake woman, I don�t have all day. I have places to go, people to
kill!� He began shaking her roughly, exacerbating her injuries and causing her
to shriek hysterically in pain.

�Please...�

Dean stopped immediately, leaning towards her and looking at her
carefully. �Tell me what I want to know and I�ll end it for you,� Dean
promised. �And don�t even think about
trying to lie to me or I may decide I have to go visit your mother.�
�
God forgive me for this, Penny thought, her head rolling laxly as she whispered the address
into Dean�s willing ear.

Dean smirked, bending down to rummage through the duffle at his feet
and pulling out a large machete. �Sammy is mine, my blood. And you stole him from me. Do you know what I do to
bloodsuckers like you? I decapitate them.�

In his mind�s eye, he would always see the fear in Penny�s eyes at
that moment in time. It was so beautiful and intoxicating, knowing that he was
the cause of it. It would be a cherished memory for a long time. Right up there with his first time with Sammy. And the numerous other times with Sammy after that.

�Unfortunately Penny, as much as I�ve enjoyed this, all good things
must come to an end.� He swung the weapon.

***

�Sweetie, is there something wrong with your fish and chips?�

Sam looked up from his plate, seeing that both Hendersons were watching him closely. He really
wished they�d stop doing that, looking at him like he�d break at a moment�s
notice. He shrugged in answer to Mrs Henderson�s question.

�It�s probably your horrible cooking, dear.� Mr Henderson teased,
glancing briefly at his wife.

Mrs Henderson wrinkled her nose playfully at her husband before
turning back to face Sam. �Sweetie, what is it? You can tell me. I won�t be
offended.�

Seeing the sincerity in the older woman�s face, Sam spoke softly.
�It�s just a bit� bland.�

Both husband and wife looked confused.

�M-maybe we could put some salt on it?� Sam suggested nervously.

Mrs Henderson sighed, putting her knife and fork down as she looked
directly at Sam. �Sam, we don�t use salt in our food. It�s bad for your
kidneys.� Not to mention it burns like
hell.

�What?� Sam immediately gasped. Surely he must�ve misheard Mrs
Henderson.

�I said it�s bad for your kidneys honey,� she repeated.

�No, what did you say after that?� Sam asked, trying to make the
meaning of his question clear.

�I didn�t say anything after that,� Mrs Henderson insisted as Mr
Henderson looked back and forth between his wife and his new foster son, as if
watching a tennis match.

Now Sam was a smart kid. Smart and determined. Whenever he set his
mind to a task, it was only a matter of when
it would be done, rather than if it
would be done at all. Everything he learned and everything he observed would
turn in his head like clockwork, allowing him to make connections faster than
any of his peers. And it was this sharp and analytical (albeit paranoid, thanks
to Dean) mind that was put to work now, churning as random events with no
seeming correlation came together and the pieces of the puzzle fell into place.

Sam looked at his foster parents, eyes narrowed. �Christo,� he uttered in a near whisper.

He was not surprised when Mr and Mrs Henderson instantly recoiled,
yellow and black bleeding into their eyes respectively.

Shit.

TBC

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*A/N So who completely fell off their seat
when they found out the Hendersons
were really demons? I tried to give you hints here and there.

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