Author's Note: I'm so happy that I'm not the only one enjoying this collection! Honestly, I had no idea what the reception would be considering how different Disney and Supernatural are. Today's chapter is inspired once again by beautiful soundtrack of "Hunchback of Notre Dame" but next chapter I will pick another Disney movie. Spoilers for season ten! Please enjoy.

"So here is a riddle to guess if you can

Sing the bells of Notre Dame

What makes a monster and what makes a man?"

—Hunchback of Notre Dame, "The Bells of Notre Dame Reprise"

This shouldn't be happening.

This can't be happening.

But it is. Dean is a demon and he's locked in the bunker's dungeon and Sam can barely process all the thoughts swirling around in his mind. This isn't really Dean, Sam knows that, but the words coming out of his big brother's mouth sting a lot more than the youngest Winchester expected they would.

This isn't Dean though.

It isn't.

Sam just has to keep on believing in that. No matter what the demon in his brother's body says, no matter how much venom he spews, Sam will remain calm. He will remain in control. He will save his big brother even if it costs him his life—

You notice I tried to get as far away from you possible? Away from your whining, your complaining. I chose the King of Hell over you. Maybe I was just . . . tired of babysitting you. Or always having to yank your lame ass out of the fire, since . . . forever. Or maybe—maybe it was the fact that my mother would still be alive if it wasn't for you. That your very existence sucked the life out of my life.

"Stop!" Sam shouts, trying to silence that all too familiar voice ringing in his ears. "That isn't Dean."

It can't be Dean.

Because, if there is even one grain of truth in what that demon is saying, Sam doesn't know what he's going to do. Does Dean really blame him for the death of their mother? And if it is true, how could Sam ever hope to atone for that?

Sam can't close his eyes without seeing those cold black eyes on his brother's face. He can't rest without hearing those cruel words echoing in his mind. He's supposed to be this wise, experienced hunter, able to control his fear and do what needs to be done, but only right now does he realize how weak he really is.

Dean was right all those years ago—their greatest weakness is each other. They need each other to survive, they are dangerously codependent and they've both tons of stupid stuff to save each other. Sam has placed innocents at risk to save Dean. He's committed numerous sins for the sake of saving Dean.

What kind of man does that make him? A monster with a soul? A human on the verge of losing his humanity?

Sam doesn't know.

And that scares him.

It all used to be so black and white, when their dad was alive, back before there was the Apocalypse or Ruby or even before they knew anything about the demon blood running through his veins. Back then, monsters were the bad guys and humans were the ones to be protected. Super simple, very clear.

But now? They've worked with demons and angels, they've been to Heaven—their concept of normal is probably so fucked up that no one outside of their little bubble would ever understand it.

Now Dean's a demon spouting twisted philosophy.

And Sam might just be a monster wandering around with a skewed sense of judgment.

What is he supposed to do now? What is the right call to make? Should he free his brother and give up this crusade? Would Dean do that if their positions were reversed?

But he can't give up on Dean. He's done that before, back with Amelia, and the pain never really healed. If he loses his brother one more time, Sam's going with him. He can't be in this life alone. He can't be the lone survivor of their little makeshift family—he refuses.

So, he either cures Dean or he dies right alongside him.

Simple. Clear. Direct.

That line that we thought was so clear between us and the things that we hunted, ain't so clear is it? Wow, you might actually be worse than me.

He just needs to stay focused. He just needs to breathe and keep trying to figure out a way to save his brother before it's too late—

So let me ask you . . . which one of us is really the monster, hmm?

Maybe this will be the last thing he ever does. Maybe he will have to stop Dean and take him down. But he won't let him go alone.

"Don't worry," He whispers softly. "I'll fix this, Dean."

This might be the final battle. This might be his last chance to atone for his mistakes, but Sam will do his best.

He will save Dean.

No matter what it costs him.

Author's Note: Next chapter, I think I'm going to pick something from Enchanted! Hopefully, that chapter will be a little more lighthearted too, but angst is one of my specialties so who knows? If you enjoyed, please review if you have a moment. Thanks!