Sam lay strapped tightly to the table with his hands above his head, blindfolded, wondering where it had gone wrong. Dean had offered to be the bait, so how had this happened?
By the time he'd regained consciousness he'd only had a minute to think before he heard a heavy door opening to his right. Followed by footsteps walking to his side.
"I know who you are," Sam said steadily.
"No you don't," Preistly spun the dagger in his fingers, looking down on him.
"I do," Sam assured, "I just don't know what you want."
"I thought that was obvious," Priestly began to step around the large table, moving to Sam's left.
"Well forgive me for saying so, but if you wanted us dead you're doing a piss poor job of it," Sam smirked.
He flinched as he felt the blade slice into his left temple, the blindfold falling aside. He blinked furiously as his eyes adjusted to the flourescent light above and finally focused on the kid standing over him.
"The only problem I'm having with your brother is that someone keeps getting in my way," Priestly leant in, "someone keeps helping him, and I don't know how. Rest assured that won't happen with you."
"And your mother?" Sam's eyebrows rose.
"She's not my mother," Priestly looked a cross between confused and determined.
Sam frowned, before realising.
"You don't know, do you?"
"Know what?" Priestly said between clenched teeth.
"Who we really are."
"I know that you're some kind of demon," Preistly put the dagger to Sam's throat, "and Faith is a slayer. And your brother has some kind of entity by his side that doesn't belong in this world."
"And your abilities?" Sam's eyebrows rose.
"What about them?"
"You think that they belong in this world?" he pointed out, "where exactly do you think you got them from?"
"My father," Priestly frowned, "what, you never learnt genetics?"
"You have the same abilities as your dad?"
"Almost," Priestly thought, "I just don't have as many. But I will, someday."
"Then what's your dad if he's not a demon?" Sam asked, twisting his right wrist to test the rope strength.
"A mutant," Priestly revealed, a knowing look crossing Sam's face.
"So that's what you think you are," he realised.
"It's what I am," Priestly insisted.
"That's what you've been brought up to believe," Sam shook his head, "but mutants only have two powers. I'm sure you've noticed that you've got more."
"My father has dozens," Priestly shrugged, "I know I'll get more."
"You won't," Sam looked him in the eye, "you'll only hone the ones you have. Believe me."
"And I'm supposed to believe you over my own father?"
"He's not your dad," Sam scorned, "he stole you as a baby. He had no right to take you-"
"And I suppose you're going to tell me that Faith's my mother."
"She is," Sam's frown deepened, "and you know it yourself. She remembers when you attacked her. She knows that you couldn't do it."
Priestly stepped back and circled around Sam's head to the other side again.
"Don't think you know me," he assured, "don't tell me why I hesitated. You know nothing!."
"I know that the first time we saw you in the diner, you looked into her eyes and paused the same way."
"Because I was thinking of all the different ways I'd like to kill the three of you."
"So why did you focus on her?" Sam pointed out, "and why did you pay Dean no mind?"
"I don't know, maybe because she's female," Priestly defended.
Sam gave him another curious look.
"You've never killed anyone before, have you?" he asked.
"Of course I haven't. I'm not a monster, like you," Priestly scorned.
"I don't kill people."
"Right," Priestly nodded, "like I'm supposed to believe that. You leave dead bodies wherever you go. You people are murderers. Serial killers. I'm doing the world a greater good by disposing of you."
"We're not killers," Sam said between his teeth, "we're hunters. We hunt evil."
Priestly scoffed.
"There's no such thing evil. Only good and bad people."
"I could show you pure evil," Sam assured, "you wouldn't want to see it, but if that's what it takes to prove to you-"
"Now, see," Priestly waved the dagger, "that would involve some sort of trust between us, and that doesn't exist."
"I don't want to hurt you," Sam insisted.
"No, you want to kill me."
"I don't want that either. I want to show you that we're not bad people. That you could trust us if you needed to."
"I don't need to," Priestly assured.
"Your whole life, you've been brainwashed into feeling the need to hunt us down, haven't you?" Sam squinted, "you've been brought up only to know offence. I bet anything you were never taught how important a good defense was."
"Are you willing to bet your life?" Priestly's eyebrows rose, placing the dagger at Sam's throat again.
"Yes," Sam said sincerely.
He summoned all the energy he could muster, before telekinetically throwing Priestly back against the nearest wall.
"I knew it!" Priestly sneered as the dagger cluttered to the floor.
Sam struggled to keep his hold on him, not daring to avert his attention.
"Like you said," he struggled to say, "you know nothing."
He gulped as he attempted to both keep his hold on Priestly and work on freeing his right wrist.
"Why do you think I had you blindfolded?" Priestly pointed out, fighting against his bonds.
"Why'd you take it off?" Sam breathed, managing to get one of three buckles undone before starting on the next one, "as I said, you haven't learnt defense yet."
"Because he hasn't needed to," came another voice in the room.
Sam looked up just in time to feel the sharp jab of a needle in his neck, and yelled out as his grip on Priestly fell. The young man fell to the ground, before crawling forward and grabbing the dagger and standing to prepare to stab Sam.
"Wait," Ty insisted as Sam looked up at the newcomer, his vision blurring.
"You?" Sam frowned, before his eyes rolled to the back of his head and he passed out.
"What did you do that for?" Priestly demanded.
"Mind your tone," Ty warned, "I told you to keep the blindfold on."
"I wanted to look into his eyes as I killed him," he defended.
"But you stopped to chat," Ty scorned as he replaced the blindfold.
"He was trying to tell me that Faith is my mother!"
"And what if she was?" Ty demanded, stepping over to buckle Sam's restraints again, "she's still the slayer. It wouldn't change anything."
Priestly hesitated, looking down at Sam.
"He knew you," he realised, "how?"
"I ran into them a few times, long before you were born," Ty explained, walking around to tighten the rest of the restraints.
"Why didn't you just kill them then? Why wait this long? For me to do it?" Priestly shrugged.
"I tried. Believe me," Ty assured, "and so did your uncle Lindsay. But they were too strong."
"So, what? Am I supposed to be your pawn?"
Ty looked him in the eye.
"You have the potential to be stronger than us. To be stronger than them," he indicated Sam, "no one in their right mind will compete with you once you've reached your true potential."
"Is Faith really my mother?" Priestly asked, folding his arms.
Ty's eyes lowered, and he looked down on Sam again.
"Yes. She is," he finally relented.