Great work!! GLad the binding worked! Poor Dean keeps getting beat up. Would almost be better is Sam didn't have to remember what he'd done to his own brother.

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Great! I loved it!

Only just found this story but it's great. Really loved it and how you dealt with Sam's powers.

Also, pointless note - The Apostle Paul letter to the church in Corinth was read at my wedding so that got a big 'aw' moment from me.

Fab story, Liz x

First of all, I really really love this first paragraph. You word things so well, and you really captured Dean "coming to" perfectly.

>His last thought, as sleep overtook him, was that Sam really did have enormous hands. Just like giant hams…
-Too funny. And true, btw.

>Dean just wasn’t ready to face that, so he closed his eyes again and let the conversation continued around him.
“It was the blood,” Sam said. “I looked down and I saw the blood – Dean’s blood – and I…” he paused, and his grip on Dean’s wrist tightened briefly. “I don’t know, it was like I woke up and I was watching someone else holding that knife, about to… and then I realized it was me.”
-I love that Dean is eavesdropping here.

>Bobby glanced at Dean. “I think that pretty much describes your damned fool of a brother, don’t you?”
“Yeah, I do,” Sam said, looking at Dean with an intensity that made Dean uncomfortable.
-Haha. I can so tell that Bobby wants to confront Dean about what he did, but he can't until Sam is gone. Too funny!

>Bobby angrily rounded on Dean as soon as the door had shut behind Sam.
-Totally called that.

>He cocked his head. “At least, I assume it is. Unless you’re fighting an overwhelming impulse to come over here and beat the ** out of me?”
Sam’s anguished look made him regret the lame attempt to lighten the atmosphere.
-Whoa. Too soon dude.

>“Ninety-nine percent. Nothing’s ever certain, Sam.”
“Yeah, it is.” Sam leaned forward, his expression intense. “You risking your life for me, almost dying for me, over and over – that’s certain.”
-So so so perfect. I love this. love it love it love it!

>“Chicks, Sam. Now you got my blood, you’re bound to score, right?”
Sam rolled his eyes. “You’re kidding me, right?”
-I really love Dean. You're making me love Dean so much. He's so cute and funny and adorable. *sigh*

> “You’re unbelievable.”
Dean waggled his eyebrows. “That’s what all the chicks say, Sammy.”
-I had to add this part in too. You really have the brothers down!

>So I finally made it! Sorry it took so long, but I'm really glad I read this. Thank you so much for sharing! :)

I love the way you write! I was about to go to sleep then saw the whole story in my inbox and thought...I'll just read a couple of chaps. OMG no, all or nothing, this is a fab story, one of my faves. Thanks

I've been so slack on reviewing this one - sorry! But I really like the idea behind this fic. I hate to admit it, but I think becoming mad with power is something that could have befallen Sam (back in the days of the YED, and maybe in season 3). And adding the hurt Dean into the mix, well, that just makes the fic even better.
I was as shocked as Bobby was when he figured out that Sam must have left Dean at the mine!

>“Sam, please.” Dean was now the one pleading, begging, but he didn’t care.
-You're capturing Dean's despair perfectly.

>The brothers locked eyes. For one second, Dean thought he saw something flicker in Sam’s, something that might have been confusion. Then it was gone. Sam grinned, leaned forward and picked up the knife. He hefted it in his hand, admiring the finely honed blade, and then his eyes fixed on Dean’s for a long moment before he quickly cut through the ropes around his right wrist and ankles.

>Sam gouged his thumb into the stitches in the side of Dean’s head, and he let out a gasp of pain. His vision began to darken, and only Sam’s vise-like grip on his head kept him upright.
-e! How horrible!

>This chapter was uh-mazing!! You wrote evil!Sam perfectly. I was getting the chills.

Awesome end to an awesome story!! Thanks so much for sharing x

Oh please say Sam has got his control back!! Please please please!!

This was such an awesome chapter, you wrote it so well i felt the tension pouring from the page!

wait? Dean's gonna do this alone?? NO !! Bobby you better stay close!! I can't wait to hear the conversation between the brothers

Am so so suspicious of Sam but i'm also so worried Dean is ! pushing himself toward a fall. So glad he has Bobby there to back him up

> Sam had been grinning from ear to ear and practically bouncing as he pointed out the ancient image that showed Dean’s amulet protecting its wearer not only against possession, but also against hell itself.
-Dude. Smart.

>oh man. That ending is harsh. Good thing I have time to read the next chapter!! Another great chapter! :)

>The next day, he and Bobby split up, agreeing that the older man should keep a low profile until the meeting with Sam began. To be safe, in case Sam was watching the house, Dean even left Bobby’s alone.
-This is so sad to think about. That Sam could be watching Dean, making sure he doesn't make a wrong move..

>Pulling the sleeve of his shirt down a little further, he covered the dressing on his forearm. There wasn’t much he could do about the stitches in his head and the square of white dressing that covered them, though, nor the bruises on his face that could compete with the fall leaves outside for color.
-You're capturing Dean's emotions brilliantly here. And i love the detailed imagery. Can I say that word enough? Details details details!!

>Dean hadn’t been sure what to expect, but he hadn’t anticipated Sam looking and sounding just like – Sam. Not that he’d expected his brother to have sprouted horns overnight, but he’d anticipated anger, or wariness, or – something. Not Sammy.
-So sad.

>Sam grinned. “Sorry about your face. Guess I’ve upped my game since we last fought, huh?”
A chill shot through Dean as he saw past the friendly smile, noticed in Sam’s eyes the same unnatural light he’d seen during the fight back at the mine. He’d been wrong, he could see that now. This wasn’t Sammy.
-Dude, a freaking chill shot through me too!! That is creepy.

>The eyes that had searched his face had been ice cold and filled with a feverish, alien light. They could have belonged to a stranger.
-Love this.

>Sam’s eyes were still on him, and there was a slight smile dancing around his lips.
-Again, creepy.

>Dean responded automatically to the outstretched hand. Sam leaned forward, grasped his forearm, and squeezed hard. Dean bit back a gasp as strong fingers dug painfully into the stitched-up gash.
“Something wrong?” Sam asked innocently.
Dean shook his head. He didn’t trust himself to speak.
-Aw. Why?? Why is Sam doing this!?!?

>Dean frowned. “You realize Sam’s not an elephant, right? A sasquatch maybe…”
-Ha.

>Yay it worked! This story is really good. I'm so glad I'm taking the time to read it! :)

Great story :) Look forward to another one of your fic? *grin*