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When Bad Things Happen	By : Lily1186 Category: Supernatural > Slash - Male/Male Views: 4277 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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When Bad Things Happen

Disclaimer: No I do not own anything Supernatural related. Maybe one day...

Pairings: None really at the moment, okay maybe slightly slashy. Possibly Sam/Dean later. (It all depends on you guys)

Summary: Doctor Ellicot was not completely destroyed at the Asylum. Now, Sam is being used as a pawn and Dean is the one being punished.

Author�s Note: I would like to thank StarCherrieQueen for this idea. I hope it comes out the way you were thinking, if not then you can tell me what to fix. I came up with this a while ago and posted it on Fanfiction.net so I have already done some of the options that are listed at the bottom of the story. However, I would be happy to hear from you guys as well if you have any other ideas. I�m a people-pleaser so just speak up and I�ll see what I can do.

Oh yeah, this is Sam�s POV by the way. Sorry if the tenses change occasionally, I�m mighty tired...

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It came from out of nowhere.

I remember that Dean and I were driving along one of the same boring back-country roads that we always drive on and I had started to feel a little sick. It wasn�t the kind of sick that made you want to hurl out the window, or stop to take a deep breath though. It was the kind of sick where you feel a slight numbing sensation in the back of your head and you suddenly feel like you could hit the floor.

Dean had been saying something along the lines of being �tired of driving my stupid ass around,� when I suddenly just lost control. It was like a switch had been thrown or something. I couldn�t stop myself. The next thing I remember I was looking at Dean in an entirely new light. Every word that came out of his mouth grated on my nerves and made me want to scream. Even the way he looked just made me want to beat the living shit out of him.

It was when he reached over to change the tape in the player though that I snapped. All I remember was his hand reaching toward the eject button and the next thing I knew my elbow was connecting with his nose, hard.

Time seemed to slow down then. It felt like forever as Dean looked at me in surprise before letting go of the wheel and attempting to stop the blood that was now freely flowing from his nose.

Then, everything sped up again. I heard Dean swear and slam on the breaks. My head connected briefly with the dashboard before slamming back into the leather cushion of the seat. Dean had tried vainly to grab the steering wheel with one hand and hold his nose with the other but he failed miserably as his blood slicked hand slid too far to the right.

The Impala fishtailed unevenly for a while until it finally came to a stop halfway on the tar and halfway on the shoulder.

For a second silence reigned. All that could be heard was the sound of Dean�s heavy panting and my own light breathing.

Then I remember looking at Dean and his blood soaked face and grabbing the door handle roughly. It opened without protest and slammed shut without so much as a sound. The next thing I knew I was practically leaping over the hood of the car and my hands were groping through the driver�s side window searching for something to grab on to.

They found purchase on the collar of Dean�s jacket and without further thought to what the hell I was doing, I grabbed it tightly with both hands and pulled him through the window with as much strength as I could muster.

To Dean�s credit his shock had pretty much warn off by then and he was struggling like a pit bull. He might have even been able to fight me off if it hadn�t been for the fact that I had a psychotic Doctor whispering things in my ear that would have made a hooker blush or a homicide detective throw up his lunch.

As it was, his struggles didn�t so much as register except to serve in pissing me off further.

A red haze had settled itself over my vision and my only thoughts consisted of squeezing the life out of my brother with my bare hands.

Dean�s voice was filtering in and out of my head and I could catch words like �isn�t you...� and �fight it...� but I didn�t really pay any attention to it because I was too focused on getting a good enough grip around Dean�s beautiful neck.

He was still struggling magnificently and I almost laughed at the irony. Big strong Dean couldn�t even fight off his string bean of a brother. True, I wasn�t exactly a light weight, what with being trained since I was six, but still...Dean definitely had more strength and a better build for hand to hand combat.

After all he was Daddy�s little soldier.

The thought of my Father brought another rush of rage and instead of trying to strangle Dean my brain pulled out an even more twisted form of demise.

My fingers left Dean�s throat and found purchase in his short blonde hair. Faster then I knew I could I had ripped his head to the side as violently as possible and exposed his neck like a lamb for the slaughter.

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Oddly enough it was the sight of Dean�s exposed throat that seemed to trigger something inside of me. For a moment, the red haze lifted and the sound came rushing back.

In true Dean fashion he was trying to talk me down. My ears could finally hear him yelling about how I �Didn�t want to do this� and that he was �Going to kick my ass when I came back to my senses.�

The haze was still gone but the whispering hadn�t stopped and it was only getting louder the stronger Dean fought. When he attempted a not so graceful kick at my shin I couldn�t hold it in any longer.

A laugh tore itself from my throat. Something about it though must not have come out sounding like me because Dean stopped fighting me and froze in my hands. This sudden lack of movement surprised me and I took a minute to look into his eyes. What I saw there made me laugh harder, more harshly.

Fear.

Dean was finally afraid of me. After all the shit we had seen and all the things we�ve killed the one thing my brother comes to fear is me. I don�t think the irony was lost on either of us.

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He had that deer in the headlights look for a full five seconds before his shields drop again and he scowls at me. He isn�t fooling anyone though and now he knows it. I finally saw inside of him and now I can�t get enough of it.

It�s as if his fear feeds my anger, feeds the darkness that is quickly seeping into my soul. Because that�s precisely what is happening. The anger isn�t just in my head anymore, it doesn�t just want to kill Dean, it wants to consume him as well. It wants me to consume Dean so that it can have us both. So that Ellicot can finally have revenge on both of us for destroying his body with all that fiery glory.

Some small part of my mind that hasn�t yet been consumed realizes that if I allow it to fully consume me then there will be nothing to stop it from consuming my brother. That no matter how hard Dean fights physically, he�s just not strong enough to fight me mentally. And it has nothing to do with my psychic abilities and everything to do with the fact that I�m his little brother and he would give the world to me if he could.

Some part of me knows that if I were to ask him to let me kill him, consume him, he wouldn�t tell me no. He couldn�t tell me no.

And the part of me that is still sane realizes that its up to me to contain myself because this time there are no bones left to burn, and no spirit left to dispel. It�s just me now. Me and my all consuming fury that will eat us both alive if I can�t find a way to save us.

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Alright, another author�s note. I�m going in a bit of a different direction on this so bear with me. I have decided to post some options of where I think this might go and let you guys decide in a somewhat democratic method. If you don�t like any and want to suggest your own that�s good too. I will post several alternate endings to please everybody. Sorry, rambling... Anyways, these are some possible Ending Suggestions, pick at your leisure....

1) Dean shoots Sam

2) Sam shoots Dean

3) Dean beats stuffing out of Sam, vice-versa

4) Hot, steamy Dean/Sam moment (emotionally revealing)

5) Simple hot Dean/Sam stuff (rough, not for the light-hearted)

Or...

6) Explorations of Sam�s feeling beating up Dean, Dean getting beat up by Sam.

There you have it. Pick your poison or concoct your own. Hope you enjoyed.
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