Warping to Destiny - A Supernatural FanFiction

Chapter 87 - Put That Win In the Loss Column

"Dean," said Sam tentatively, "Do you know what's happening?"

Dean rolled his eyes around while he contemplated the question. "I don't think so, not exactly." He grinned then, a wide and happy grin that Sam hadn't seen since they left the girls at home. "But whatever it is, I like it." Then he saw, really noticed the look on his brother's face, a look of fear mixed with terror. "What is it Sammy? What's going on?"

"Dean, I think… I mean your eyes…" He took in a deep breath. "Dean, you're eyes are black. I think... you're a Demon."

"What?" Dean responded, laughing. "That's crazy, that's…" But then he realized that the look on Sam's face wasn't lying. He looked around for his bag, grabbed it, and pulled out the small grooming mirror he carried with him. When he saw for himself what Sam was seeing, he stared for a moment, and then said quietly, "Son-of-a-bitch."

Sam said, "Dean, we can fix this. Let's get you back to Tarsa, they can probably do something, fix you somehow."

"Fix me?" asked Dean. "Fix me? Sammy I'm not broken. I'm the opposite of broken. I've never felt so not broken in my life. I don't want anyone to fix me."

Dean..." Sam said, beginning to argue.

"Don't!" said Dean. "You wanna know how I feel right now Sammy? You're always wanting to know how I'm feeling, so here it is. I feel great, Sam, for the first time, ever! I don't feel the weight of the world on my shoulders. I don't care about the world anymore. Any world. I feel strong, powerful." He stopped to consider things further. "I've changed Sammy. I'm not the pathetic, self-loathing, broken piece of shit I used to be. Why would I want to go back to being him? Huh? Why would anyone?"

"Dean…" Sam began again.

"Don't Dean me!" Dean yelled.

"Okay look," said Sam, trying not to say anything to further anger this new version of his brother. "We'll go back, check in, and we can talk about this some more, decide what to do."

Dean shrugged and pursed his lips. "There's nothing to decide. I'm not going home."

"What? Dean, you don't know what you're saying! How can you not go home, what about Maggie?"

For an instant, Sam thought he saw a different look on Dean's face, a tender look, a regretful look. But then it passed and Dean said, "It's unfortunate about Maggie, she doesn't deserve to be hurt. But I can't change that. Give her the rings and my letter. Tell her I'm dead. She'll handle that better."

"Listen, Dean, when I was drinking the demon blood, you knew it was wrong, you knew I was making a bad choice. You tried and tried, for months, to make me see what I was doing. But I thought I was making the right choice, I thought that so strongly I was willing to walk away from you. I even hated you. And I was wrong on so many levels. Now I see how the tables have turned. Dean, don't do this, please, don't do this. I need you to hear me, like I should have heard you." He was crying again, pleading for all he was worth, praying he could say something that would get through to Dean.

"You wanna know something Sammy? I just realized, I don't have to look out for you anymore. I can live my own life, now. Do you have any idea how good that alone feels? Go home, Sammy, marry your Katie, help Maggie get over me, I wish you the best, I do. But don't try to find me. Don't try to stop me. If you try, I will kill you. Say your goodbye, and go home."

"What are you gonna do?" Sam asked, almost in a whisper. "There are no demons here."

"Whatever I want to, Sammy," he said. His laughter chilled Sam to the bone. "Maybe I'll create my own demons and set up a hell right here. This world is ripe for it now, don't you think? Stop talking now Sammy," he said viciously. "You have to let me go. Say goodbye and go home." And he snapped his fingers, and vanished.