Imagine little Sammy who isn’t quite right. Sam who likes it when other people get hurt. Who watches and smiles and maybe thinks about it when he touches himself, who makes people uncomfortable simply by existing with his cold smile and his dead eyes.

Sammy who goes soft and warm just for his big brother. Who plays a part for Dean because Dean is his, and he knows exactly what Dean wants to see. Sammy who widens his eyes and pretends he’s innocent right up until the moment he asks his brother to hurt someone for him, because there is no line that Dean won’t cross for his little brother and Sam knows.

Sam who plays his big brother like a fucking violin, because he doesn’t like to get his hands dirty, and Dean loves him too much to say no.