Warnings: If you made it this far you know this is slash, incest and supernatural beings.
Disclaimer: See chapter one.
When the call came, he and Dean had just made love in their dreams. It had been Megan who communicated with him. He knew he had to leave his brother behind. He also knew it would be temporary. He had no intention of losing Dean. He had a plan. The visions were stronger now and much clearer. There wasn't time to explain to Dean. He hoped Dean would keep his promise and not leave him. Dean would probably figure he meant physically. He hoped eventually his brother would truly understand the nature of their connection. He needed Dean not to leave him mentally. Dean had a way of blocking emotion. It would be difficult to reach him if he shut memories of their time together out.
It was strange how at home Sam felt in his new skin. Despite attempts at being normal, he never felt more normal then when his transformation was complete. Shane had been right, it got easier with each time he changed. He had sensed Dean trying to reach him but couldn't chance coming to him. He needed to gain Shane and the others absolute trust. Megan was the most skeptical of his sudden change of heart and therefore the one who watched him closely. The jury was still out on Shane. Although Shane seemed to do most of the dirty work, Sam sensed he was not comfortable with the plan for world domination. Megan and Shane argued often. Sam intended to exploit this at some point. The months without Dean were long. In that time he learned that the power the others like him sought wasn't as hellish as he'd presumed. There was a general consensus that the world needed to go in a different direction and others like himself felt they had the solution. The problem as Sam saw it was the age old saying that absolute power corrupts absolutely no matter who held that power. And with a propensity for evil, it was a struggle to keep that balance of power in check. That's where he came in. Because incubus's and succubus's were considered relatively innocuous, they were able to breed and outnumber other creatures of the demon world with alarming speed without raising suspicions. Virtually indestructible and nearly immortal, they soon infiltrated every sector of the paranormal world humans feared. But they'd become disorganized and needed leadership.
Sam learned his true father's plan was to seed the human race and raise an army of his own. He planned for his children to control every level of human society, sit in seats of power throughout the world, influence global policy. Sam was meant to go to law school. He was destined to do more than that. Through conversations with Shane he learned that he was to one day sit in the seat of power just like others like him were being primed for key areas in governments all over the world.
"So you see," Shane had said, during one of their training sessions, "your father's war is petty. Much more is at stake then the revenge of your girlfriend and mother."
It was funny. Sam never saw the logic in his father's quest, even when he'd briefly championed the cause for Jesse's sake. Sam always imagined doing great things, important things. Now he had the chance only, now more than ever he needed Dean by his side.
"I know you think about him," Shane had said one day when Sam was sitting in the pavilion of their temporary home. Be careful. If Meg and father find out, they'll destroy him."
"If they touch him," Sam began, feeling his anger welling up inside of him,"I'll destroy them."
"If you can hold on a little longer, that won't be necessary."
"What are you talking about?" Sam spat out, not in the mood for more of Shane's riddles.
"You've mated in your dreams. I can tell. He'll come into his power soon and he can protect himself. You just have to stay away from him a little longer."
"Why are you telling me all this?" Sam asked angrily.
He still wasn't sure he could trust Shane, no matter how hard the man tried to be his friend.
"I loved him."
Sam studied the man. He was unreadable.
"You had a strange way of showing it."
"I only tapped into what Dean wanted. He wanted to be hurt. He wanted to be punished for..."
"Loving me, I know. He told me." Sam closed his eyes trying hard to wash the image of a bruised and battered Dean out of his head.
"Sam," Shane reached out for the younger man.
"Don't...touch me."
"You have to stay in control. Not all of us agree with what's going on," Shane spoke, drawing back his hand. "Some of us just want to survive, live the way we were created without fear of being hunted."
"And taking over the world...you think that will accomplish it?"
Shane shook his head. "Meg and our father and the others like him think so. I know the truth, I think you do too. People will always fear what they don't understand."
"How long?" Sam interrupted.
"How long?" Shane furrowed his brow, confused by the question.
"How long until Dean...changes...or whatever he's going to do?"
"Not long now. You'll know when it happens. Just hang in there."
Shane walked away leaving Sam more confused then ever. Why was Shane suddenly trying to be his best friend and confidante?' Sam wondered. 'Was it a trick? Were they trying to feel him out to see if he could be trusted?' Whatever the reason, Sam knew he could wait them out. He had his own plans, one that included ridding the world of the thing that fathered him. Up until now, he'd never been face to face with the creature. He'd wait, get his audience with the thing, assess the situation as he'd been taught and then strike.
"Wait for me Dean," he whispered. "Don't give up on me yet.