What happened to Sam was mentioned in the prequel, actually. Not that in depth--I may go into it some more in this story, but I don't know--but still touched on:
“S-Sam, he…he said ‘yes.’”
“‘Yes’?” Emily repeats in puzzlement, not getting the rationale for the weight behind the syllable. “What did he agree to?”
“He agreed to be the...leader…of a kind of…cult.” It’s the least insane way Dean can invent to describe Sam allowing Lucifer to take him as his vessel. “I killed him. He wasn’t my brother anymore.”
Emily tries futilely not to react. Dean’d just admitted fratricide, right in front of her. How’s she supposed to take that? To his credit, he looks absolutely broken over it, but the admission is the same.
“A cult?” Emily prompts. “How’d he even get involved with it? Weren’t you two together twenty-four/seven?”
It’s Dean’s turn to self-deride. “I had a near-death experience. Very near. And it changed him. He just…chose the wrong people to fall in line with. And when I came to, it was too late. He was gone.” Emily begins to say something, when Dean’s face takes on a desperate air, and she’s enraptured again. “I had to do it,” he says, pleads. “I had to. He was going to destroy the wor—himself. I had to save him from himself. From everyone.”
I cut out some of the prose to just get to the major points, but that's what happened. Again, I might revisit specifics, but at this point, I don't know.
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What happened to Sam was mentioned in the prequel, actually. Not that in depth--I may go into it some more in this story, but I don't know--but still touched on:
“S-Sam, he…he said ‘yes.’”
“‘Yes’?” Emily repeats in puzzlement, not getting the rationale for the weight behind the syllable. “What did he agree to?”
“He agreed to be the...leader…of a kind of…cult.” It’s the least insane way Dean can invent to describe Sam allowing Lucifer to take him as his vessel. “I killed him. He wasn’t my brother anymore.”
Emily tries futilely not to react. Dean’d just admitted fratricide, right in front of her. How’s she supposed to take that? To his credit, he looks absolutely broken over it, but the admission is the same.
“A cult?” Emily prompts. “How’d he even get involved with it? Weren’t you two together twenty-four/seven?”
It’s Dean’s turn to self-deride. “I had a near-death experience. Very near. And it changed him. He just…chose the wrong people to fall in line with. And when I came to, it was too late. He was gone.” Emily begins to say something, when Dean’s face takes on a desperate air, and she’s enraptured again. “I had to do it,” he says, pleads. “I had to. He was going to destroy the wor—himself. I had to save him from himself. From everyone.”
I cut out some of the prose to just get to the major points, but that's what happened. Again, I might revisit specifics, but at this point, I don't know.