#killer!sam

Sam and Dean had been doing this since they were kids. Once they were old enough to learn how to hold a gun, how to shoot properly, had the knowledge of how to kill, they were doing it. Their dad didn’t catch on to it until it was too late, the boys killing him when they found out that he finally had pieced everything together.

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“Dean, look.” Sam pointed at the girl that was walking alone. “What about her?” This what they did. Sam would pick out someone who he thought would be fun to slice into and Dean would give his input. It was a system they worked out when they had first started kill 10 years ago. 

“She seem’s like the type that no one would care if she went missing. Dark hair, dark clothes, dark make up. Hood up ear buds in. Long sleeved in 95 degree Texas weather. Yeah, Sam. I like her. When do you wanna snatch her?” He looked at his brother. 

“I think we should watch her. At least for a couple days, make sure she won’t struggle too much.” Sam watched her through the window of the impala. 

“Sammy, you like it when they struggle. Makes it more fun for you.” Dean laughed.

“I mean, you’re not wrong, but I still want to make sure that she’ll at least make it a little easier.” He smiled at his Older brother knowing that’s all it would take to make Dean agree with him. 

“Okay, okay. Don’t gotta do the puppy eyes.” Dean revved the engine and started to follow the girl. Sam leaned towards Dean and his brother turned his head for a moment to catch Sam’s lips in his. Sam smiled as he settled into the leather of the impala. 

They watched the girl for three days. They learned her every move, exactly which way she went home, knew what window in her house was hers. Dean was right, she wouldn’t be missed. Her family didn’t seem to pay any mind to her and as far as they could tell she didn’t have any friends. She walked with her head down most of the time, ear buds always in. On the fourth day, that’s when they made the move and grabbed her. Dean pulled the car up to the curb, Sam jumping out to grab her. It was late at night, no one around to see this encounter happen. Sam had his arms around her and was throwing her into the trunk, grabbing her phone and smashing it as he closed the trunk on top of her screams. He jumped into the front seat with Dean and they took off to their newest investment. They had found an abandoned house in the middle of no where, fixed it up a little and made it their home. The basement their newest dungeon of death. 

Sam hauled the girl out of the trunk as Dean opened the doors that go straight to the basement. She yelled, kicked, scratched, tried to bite, but Sam’s grip didn’t waver. No one would hear her out here, that was another reason that they had picked this house to settle in for a while. Dean had gotten the table ready and Sam forced the girl to lay down, strapping her arms and legs down. She fought the entire time, even landing a slap on the side of Dean’s face. 

“You’re going to pay for that one, little girl.” Dean leaned into the girls face. 

“Why! Why’d you take me?! I didn’t do anything to you!” She pulled at her restraints. 

“Because, Sweetheart. You made it so easy for us. You don’t have a life. No friends, your family doesn’t care about you. What is there for you to lose?” Sam smiled down at her. She had tears gathering in her eyes. 

“I don’t...I don’t understand...Are you going to kill me?” She looked back and forth between the brothers. 

“Well, yeah. That’s kind of the whole idea.” Dean laughed in the corner. 

“I’d say that it’ll be quick but I don’t like to lie.” Sam turned around to look at the tray of knives and syringes that Dean had laid out for him. 

“Please, please there has to be something that I can do to make you change your mind!” She struggled some more. 

“There is nothing, Darling. Sammy wants to kill, so he gets to kill.” Dean smiled at her. She opened her mouth to say something but a scream came out instead.

The smile on Sam’s face as he cut the girl open was the prettiest smile that Dean has ever seen. It only happened when Sam was burying a blade into someone. Dean praised his brother, telling him how well he was doing, how beautiful the girls screams were because of what Sam was doing. 

Sam was taking his time with her, making her feel everything. The brothers very well could’ve sedated the girls, take a little of the pain away. But they enjoyed the screams. 

“Please, please, please...” the girl was whispering, rolling her head back and forth. Dean had gotten annoyed and walked to the top of the table, grabbing the girls hair and holding her in place. 

“Stop begging.” He told her. “Nothing is going to stop this.” She let out a body racking sob, Dean looking up at his brother. Sam looked at him with compassion in his eyes. He looked down at the girl and she screamed when he moved the knife closer to her throat. 

“Say good bye to the world, sweetheart.” Sam dug the knife across her throat so viciously that when he pulled it away Dean could see her trachea. 

“Good job, Sammy.” Dean leaned over the dead girl and kissed him.