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"You mean Dean is here?"

Sam nodded slowly.

"You're positive?"

Sam signed and nodded again. "Yeah. I'm sure."

John paced back and forth. "Why is he still here?"

Because he's worried about us... "..."


He is not at peace because of us. "I don't know."

John rubbed his temples and turned to Sam again. "How'd you contact him?"

"I don't know."

"Where is he right now?"

"Don't know."

"What the hell?! You said you saw him!"

Bobby stepped in. "John. The boy says he doesn't know. Settle down."

John rolled his eyes in frustration. "My son is still out there! We need to find him!"

"Your son?" Sam stood up. "What am I then huh?"

John clenched his teeth. "You know what I mean."

"Oh really? You know what I think?" Sam towered over his father, glowering down at him. Tearing eyes staring straight into John's stern eyes. "Sometimes I think it means absolutely nothing to you that I'M alive while DEAN is dead."

John's eyebrows furrowed. "You know that's not true."

"Really? Is it? Because do enlighten me. I'm not so sure."

"Sam...Dean is dead. And both you and I know that neither one of us has gotten over his death." John held firmly on Sam's shoulder. "Maybe we never will. But Dean is here. He's still here. Don't you want to see your brother again? Don't you want Dean here again?"

Sam bit his lip and slowly nodded.

"I know. Me too. So, instead of being asses here, let's try to find Dean, okay?"

Sam nodded quickly again. John casually slapped Sam on the back and turned back to Bobby. "What can we do Bobby?"

Bobby rubbed his chin in thought. "We could summon Dean's spirit to us. That's the easiest and fastest way to go."

"How long will it take to set up?"

"I can get right on it."

"Great. Thanks."

John and Bobby began walking into the living room to start the preparations. "Dad?"

John stopped upon hearing Sam's voice.

"I know you care. And I'm...I'm..." Sam trailed off uncomfortably.

"It's alright Sam. I get it." John ran out.

Soon enough, Sam followed the two to help. Dean...don't you dare go anywhere... In the living room, he stopped. Outside, it had begun pouring. The forest nearby echoed a terrible yell. Sam ran out.


In the middle of the quiet forest, Dean stood by himself, crying. Why are you here? Dean dropped his head.

"Why are you even here?" Sam's words repeated over and over in his head. He quietly laughed to himself. I don't know. Why am I here? Something inside of him shattered.

He kicked the dirt on the floor, trying to contain his urge to hit something. Shit... He stared up into the stained sky so that his tears wouldn't fall. The vast expanse of the sky felt like a huge vacuum. It was swallowing him up.

"Just let me die!! Oh wait, heh. Right, I'm already dead!" He began yelling at the sky. "What the fuck is the point of me being here?!!"

"Reaper!! Where are you? Come out!!" No response. "Get your ass out right now!" No response. The forest was quiet. Even nature was not responding to him.

"I surrender..." He knelt down and covering his face. "I can't take this."

There was no one to hear him cry, no one to see his tears, no one to comfort him. It's not that bad right? He didn't have to hide under his armor anymore. In his bitterness, he was free to show weakness.

A twig crunched nearby and Dean shot up.

"Hello there, Dean." A pair of gleaming red eyes shone in the dark.

Dean recoiled back. "You are..."

The tall young man snickered and stepped out from the tree. He was around Dean's age, wearing casual slacks and a jeans jacket. But Dean knew underneath that person was a demon. Not the yellow-eyed demon his dad, Sam and he had been searching for, but a demon of similar rank. "Not exactly what you're expecting."

"What the hell are you doing here."

"Oh, I heard your cry of course." The handsome man trotted over towards Dean. "Sounded like you needed company."

"I don't need your company. Thanks."

"Oh don't act so tough." The demon brushed his hand over Dean's cheek. Dean flinched back after feeling someone's touch again. He wondered how the demon in the human body could touch him, a spirit. It was a great sensation to feel again.

But Dean refused to fall into the demon's grasp and immediately jumped back.

"What do you want you son of a bitch?" He was ready to fight.

Tilting his head, he slowly shook his head. "Tsk. Tsk. Mind your manners boy. I'm here to help."

"I think I'll pass up the offer."

He crossed his arms and snickered. "I suggest you shut up and listen a while boy."

Dean didn't say anything.

"Good." He grinned in satisfaction. "First of all, I'd like to congratulate you. You're dead!"

Dean was quiet.

"You're the cheery one."

"I have nothing to talk to you about."

"Hush boy." He listened closely. "Well I'll cut the crap then. Has daddy John told you his little discovery during his journey?"

"What are you talking about? Are you connected to the yellow-eyed demon?"

"He's a real bitch. We're at each other's throats all the time. But we compromised. Now answer the question."

"...I don't know what you're talking about."

"Ah. John is still being the rut taking all responsibility on himself eh." He laughed loudly. "You two are so alike, it's creepy." He bent down, staring Dean in the face. "Well I'll tell you then. Still wondering what the yellow-eyed demon meant by having plans for children like little Sammy?"

Dean smirked. "Sure you want to tell me the grand plan?"

"Well, couldn't do much harm anyhow. You can't really do anything anyhow."

Dean's hands tightened into a fist.

"So these psychic children, there's quite useful." The demon began walking in circles around Dean. "They are human, yes. And that is why they make such wonderful hosts for the demon minions."


"They'll be the soldiers, the meat puppets for the war."

Dean observed him curiously. "So you're turning them evil..."

"Correct." He turned and gazed into the forest as if he was waiting for something. "Now Sammy here..."

"You're not getting Sam! I'll send every one of you back to the pits of hell before you lay a hand on him!"

"Yeah yeah...and just how do you plan to do that as a ghost? Hm? Per tell?"

Dean growled back. "Oh alive or dead, I'll have your asses, don't you worry." He ran in for a tackle but was pushed aside.

He let out an excruciating yell as he felt a thousand prickles around his body. He saw the yellow eyes staring at him intently. When the pain resided, he stared up defiantly. "You son of a..."

The demon held Dean's head to face him. "You can't even faze me. Don't get ahead of yourself." Dean felt like throwing up.

The demon's warm breathe tingled Dean's skin. "Now, let me finish up. Whether you like it or not, Sam is going to be part of this. Now you have the chance to change that."

Dean grunted.

"You can follow me and I promise that Sam is out of the fight."

"I thought you needed humans with powers? I'm no good to you. I'm dead and power-less."

"Intriguing enough, I thought so too. As a human, you were useless. But as a spirit, your innate powers sort of, how to put it, awakened."

"...What?" The time with Sam's wound...

"Now boy I pronounce you with the dilemma. The choice. Choose."

Dean's eyes met the floor. "How can you even consider asking me that..."

"Well, Sam's fate really lies in your hands. I'm just trying to help out." The demon sneered. Dean did not answer. How could he answer to something like that? Helping the demon he despised for so long and saving Sam? Isn't that betraying his family?

"DEAN!!" Sam's voice interrupted the silence. "DEAN!! Where are you?!"

"Sam!" Dean turned over to where he heard Sam. God no...Don't come...

The red-eyed demon flashed a smile and got up. "Maybe this will change your mind." He slipped into the shadows behind the trees.

Go away Sam!

Panting, Sam arrived at the scene, inspecting the surroundings. "Where are you Dean?" His hair was damp on his skin. His clothes were soaked. It didn't seem to bother him much. "Dean..."

The black haired man peeked out from behind a tree and cautiously approached Sam. "Who are you? What are you doing here?"

It's not Dean. "Oh. Uhm. I thought I heard someone screaming and...well...I came out because I thought it was someone..."

"You hear all kinds of things in this forest. It's mysterious really."

"Oh..." There was a moment of silence between the two boys. The rain stopped.

The boy flashed him a smirk. "I'm Alex. You?"

"Sam." Sam scratched his head. "Crap. Where the heck are we? I was in such a hurry I didn't realize where I was going..."

Alex waved his hands happily. "I know this forest really well! I can help you out!"

Sam felt relieved. "Great! God, it would suck if I got lost in here." He and Alex began walking side-by-side into the darkness of the forest.

Dean staggered along. I need to keep up...

"So why are you in the forest so late at night?" Sam inquired.

"The forest is like my home." Alex dug his hands into his pockets. All his clothes were soaking wet, showing he had been out for a while. "I feel comfortable here. I come here to think. I know it's a creepy place that strange?" He turned curiously to see Sam's reaction.

Raindrops trickled down Alex's cheeks. Sam met a pair of beautiful emerald green eyes that shone in the moonlight. Like Dean's...

Alex's head sank down between his shoulders. "It is a little weird huh?"

Sam shook his head eagerly. "Not at all. I can...sort of see how this place could be homey. It's quiet." He looked up into the blue sky. "Though the trees' black shadow's ARE a bit creepy. Haha..."

Alex laughed.

His voice is deep like Dean's too. Sam hated seeing little parts of Dean in this man next to him. He felt terrible. But he could not help but notice those little similarities, and an overwhelming nostalgia came over him.

"Who did you think that scream was? Not to be nosy but just curious. S'alright if you don't want to tell me." Alex watched Sam's reaction from the corner of his eye.

"Geez there are a lot of bugs here." Sam slapped a mosquito on his neck.

"Heh." Alex shrugged. "I get it."

Sam turned to him again. "Get what?"


"I don't get it."

Alex sighed. "Did you hear what I was asking you?"

"Not really..." Sam admitted.

Alex smacked Sam teasingly on the head. "Are you always this air headed?!"

Sam was ever more confused. "W-What?"

"I SAID, who did you think was screaming? Or like, who were you expecting?"

Sam rolled his tongue in his mouth, not sure whether he wanted to reply. "Uh..."

"Someone special?"

"Yeah. I guess you can say that." Dean would laugh at something so cheesy.

"Thought so." Alex picked up a random stick and began swinging it around. "I'm actually looking for someone too. Or rather...some people."

"Really? Why?"

"They're special to me too. Is it wrong to find people that are important to you?"

Sam didn't understand why this man was asking him this. "I don't see anything wrong. Is someone telling you otherwise?"

Alex glanced behind him. "Yup."

"Don't let it get to you."

"Got that right." Alex squeezed Sam's shoulder. "Can't let it get to us." Sam nodded. Alex gave Sam a look over. "You're incredibly tall you know that?"

Sam grinned proudly. "I had a crazy growth spurt."

"You're like a overgrown stalk."

"Gee thanks."

"You're welcome."

Sam felt uncomfortably comfortable with Alex. Deep down, he was scared that the only reason he liked Alex's company was because he was in little ways, like Dean. However, he ignored the feeling.

In back of the two, Dean wordlessly trailed along, listening to their joking banter.


I had a completely different plan for this fic. But as I was writing the idea just struck me! I never even thought about bringing the demon into this fic! But this fic IS a twist of the original story, so it makes sense. What a strange twist! I'm excited! –runs off for paper to brainstorm-