"It should have been you, not her." Those words just might be the last thing Dean said to his brother. Dean's vengeful and Sam's hurting and the Styne family? Well they just want a little piece of Winchester blood. Unfortunately for Sam, he becomes their newest experiment.

Coda: 10x22 The prisoner

A/N: I want to chew nails. Seriously. My teeth are grinding so hard. I can't believe Dean would say such a thing to Sam. I know its partly the mark but I think its Dean as well. I've read ever fanfic on fanfic net concerning this episode an I loved em! So I wanted to write my own. It followers The Prisoner but with alot of differences. Cuz lets face it, no one can stand the fact that this episode was just heart wrenching an we need a fix! So, will be 3 or 4 chapters!

Disclaimer- I do not own Supernatural or Sam and Dean Winchester. Must I do this everytime...breaks my heart that I can't have them ...

Errors, typos and misspellings fixed. But will re-read to make sure! Just in case! Though I wont say my grammar is perfect =P

Sam felt numb as he stood there watching the wood, and charlie, burn. There were a mixture of different emotions that threatened to drown him in their depth of pain, sorrow, guilt and regret. They ate away at every fiber he had as his mind was a continuous re-run of unwanted thoughts and deep loss. He watched, as the flames danced around in a frenzy of red and orange, devouring everything in its path and undying rage. The smoke rolled up into the sky carrying the scent of burning flesh and wood with it. Sam couldn't help but think Charlie's soul was like the smoke itself, just extending up into the sky, up to heaven where she belonged. He couldn't help the tears that surfaced as he watched Charlie, the person who had grown close to the Winchesters, burn. The person that both Sam and Dean thought of as a little sister.

Deep down, Sam knew it was his fault. He was desperate, so damn desperate to save his brother from the harsh fate that waited at the end for him because of the mark. He didn't stop, he wouldn't stop, trying to rid his brother of the mark and he made the choice to call Charlie in a last effort to decode the Book Of The Damned because he knew she could. Charlie was smart, strong and Sam doubted there wasn't anything she couldn't do. So when Sam told her about Dean's situation, how he took the Mark Of Cain and how it changed him with each passing day, Charlie wasted no time agreeing to help her boys, as she put it. She was just as desperate to save Dean as Sam or Castiel was no matter what fate awaited her.

It was to late for amends, to late for a re-do. He would have to live with the fact that Charlie died because of him.

Sam swallowed, not sure if he could speak with the amount of guilt weighting heavily on his shoulders or the pain that stabbed like tiny knives in his chest. He wasn't sure he could speak without his voice cracking. "Charlie...we're gonna miss you." He said, able to keep his voice neutral but somehow as he spoke, each word made his chest ache a little more.

He didn't notice Dean's blank look as he stared at Charlie's lifeless, wrapped up body or the way his jaw clenched as Sam spoke, his mouth in a straight line.

"You were the best. I am so sorry..." Sam's voice shook as he continued to speak his peace only to be harshly cut off by Dean's hard words.

"Shut up." Dean's gaze didn't waver even when Sam's head turned in his direction, his brows drawn together and his eyes blinking in confusion.

Yet Sam knew exactly what was coming next. Dean's emotionless tone and unmoving eyes, the way his shoulders remained tense with barely contained anger, were all signs that Dean Winchester was pissed. The only difference was, the mark had changed Dean in so many ways and the anger that rolled off his brother in waves, his voice void, save for the coldness as he spoke, was not the Dean he knew. He was hard, cold and more distant then Sam has ever known Dean to be. Even after his time in hell, in purgatory, Dean came back a little off but he never lost himself to darkness. The mark? The mark was different. It was calling for Dean's inner demon and it made him the opposite of the person he used to be. Though Sam has seen the old Dean a number of times since he decided to bear the mark, even has he wore it on his arm, it was always over shadowed by the marks need to kill.

"You got her killed. You don't get to feel sorry for yourself." Dean stated, his hands in his pocket and refusing to look at his brother.

Sam shook his head, a look of hopelessness on his face as he looked back at the pyre. The flames were still tall, wrapping themselves around everything in their reach. "We were trying to save you..." He said low.

"I didn't need saving, Sam." Dean's first clenched tightly in his pocket. He could feel the mark growing hot against his skin, calling out to the monster he was slowly becoming, demanding blood. Sam's blood. "I told you to leave it alone." This time Dean's head moved towards Sam but his eyes were locked onto the ground.

Sam felt a pinch of hurt at Dean not being able to look at him but he couldn't say he blamed his brother. No, this one was on him. Charlie's blood was on his hands and there was no forgiving that but the disbelief in his voice was clear as he asked, "What was I suppose to do? Just, let you die?" He couldn't do that. He could never let Dean die.

"The mark isn't going to kill me." Dean's jaw clenched as he resisted the Marks temptation, its burning sensation a constant reminder of how quickly it could take control of him, as it throbbed painfully on his arm.

"Maybe not but when it's done with you, you won't be you anymore. So of course I was going to fight for you because that's what we do." His voice quivered with the thought of Dean becoming something worse than a werewolf or vampire, and far more dangerous than a simple demon. Dean would be a demon but not like the normal run of the mill kind of demon but something more devastating and Sam doesn't want to relive that a second time.

The first time Dean became a demon was more than Sam could handle. If not for Castiel's quick appearance Sam's brain would have been splattered pretty red across the wall painted with his blood. An image that Sam couldn't keep from coming to mind after the first week of Dean's return. He was always on edge and jumpy whenever his brother entered a room or suddenly made his presence known when Sam was doing research. He was constantly afraid that the ritual didn't work and that Dean was that good at playing possum or that somehow Demon Dean would appear again. Either way, he couldn't help the spark of fear at seeing Dean until a week after. Each time Dean would apologize or send sad gazes his way that only made Sam want to hit himself for flinching whenever Dean got close. Despite Dean's cruel words and taunts, his attempt at ending his life without so much as slight hesitation, he knew that it wasn't Dean talking or doing those things but the demon.

He couldn't describe the sure relief and happiness at finally having Dean back and human. Not demon.

Dean's expression remained the same, not so much as a twitch of an eye. He just continued to stare at the died down flames.

Sam continued, desperate to get Dean to listen, to get some kind of reaction from him. "Listen, I had a shot-"

"Yeah you had a shot." Dean didn't let him finish what he was going to say. He looked past Charlie's body and somewhere off into the distance blankly for a moment before finally meeting Sam's huge eyes. "Charlie's dead. Real nice shot." He added sarcastically and Sam saw something pass in his brothers eyes that made an uneasy feeling swim around in the pit of his stomach.

There was a moment of silence as Dean's attention went back to Charlie. He didn't want to even be around Sam at the moment. He could barely hold his own anger without the Mark making its own wrath known but even with the resistance he found himself putting up against the feelings he couldn't control, the mark was winning. It always won and he suddenly had the strong need to pound Sam into oblivion. He was pissed, he was hurt but as the mark burned brightly making the area surrounding it hotter than fire itself, those emotions doubled and he found himself drawn to its bidding. Except, instead of pummeling his brother into the ground, wanting to feel bones crack under the force of his fist and blood to splatter coating his hand, he forced the temptation back and said something that was far worse than hitting Sam, who was saying, "Do you think, I would ever forgive myself for what happened?"

"You know what I do think?" He looked at Sam with hatred in his eyes, with the kind of look that Dean usually sent towards anything hurting Sam, now sent at Sam himself. "That it should have been you instead of her."

Sam's breath caught in his throat. It was like a punch to the gut knocking out the air from his lungs and he suddenly fount his chest burning with a sensation that had tears prickling from his eyes and rolling down his face before he could stop them. Dean has said many harsh things, both brothers have said things that were meant to hurt them and always had the impact that was expected, but never had Dean said something as harsh as the words that just left his mouth. Even if Sam knew he deserved Dean's anger he wasn't expecting those words to ever come from Dean. It was worse than Dean admitting he would hunt him and Sam remembers exactly how he felt when Dean stated that fact.

Sam opened his mouth like he was about to say something but quickly shut it. He didn't know what to say and if he did the shock and hurt making his heart beating fast and hard wouldn't let him. His voice was squeezed right out of him with how Dean really felt.

Dean looked at him with disgust and turned on his heels and started walking in the other direction. He didn't spare Sam another glance as he continued to put more distance between them. He didn't care if Sam was following or not, he highly doubted it, knowing what he had just said was enough to break his brother, and he didn't care. He didn't care that his choice of words emotionally ripped Sam apart or that he wanted to do serious harm to him physically. All that mattered is that Sam stay far away from him. With the mark pumping his head with vengeful thoughts and images of bloodbath, all he wanted at that moment was to kill every single member of the Styne family.

When he got to the impala, he opened the door and got in. His expression white hot with rage as he started the engine and put her in drive. The gravel crunched under the tires that spun out faster than the car could go, sending dust and bits of rocks thrown into the wind as he quickly flew from zero to eighty in four seconds. A smile on his face as he pictured a scene of the Styne family dead on the ground, killed by his very hands and his arm caught fire as he filed the mark with nothing but darkness in his heart.

Sam stood there. Expressionless. Dean's words still ringing in his head loud and clear. He couldn't stop the heart breaking sob that tore from his throat. It didn't even sound like his voice as he broke down. He fell to his knees on the grass. The air still smelled of smoke even though the fire was now small flames. He would blame the water works on the smoke but truth was, everything was his fault and the only thing he could think of is that Dean was right. It should have been Sam. Not Charlie. She didn't deserve it and if wasn't for Sam she would be safe. Alive. Somewhere far away from everything.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry Charlie..."