"You going to send me back to hell now?" The demon spat, she was tied up and in the devils trap. No escape.
"Send you to hell?" Dean laughed harshly his face only inches away from the demon that possessed the girl, "We can do better, I'm going to kill your sorry arse." He laughed again seeing for the first time fear in the monsters eyes. "Go for it Sam." He smirked as his brother walked forward swinging Ruby's knife in his hand.
Sam walked forward neither happy nor unhappy with the outcome of today's events. Lifting the knife slightly higher than his shoulders he allowed it to begin its decent.
"No wait, please wait." The demon screamed, "I'll help you, please don't kill me." Her breathing was faster and Sam could see the pulse at her neck beating fast.
Turning questionably to his brother he allowed his attention to drop from the threat in the room and that was when she striked, kicking out with her foot that she had wriggled out of her bonds landing on Sam's firm torso. He fell forward, when the demon now untied completely threw a punch landing on the side of his face and in the shock of it felt the knife being pulled out of his hand. Groaning he allowed the pain to take over for a millisecond before the adrenaline took force and survival mode kicked in. Dean was by his side before Sam had even stood up both now staring at the wild girl threatening the knife at them.
Keeping his hands held high Dean circled the demon, "How did you do that?" He demanded.
"Oh please," It scoffed the knife flashing in her hands, "As if something like that could hold something like me."
In midst of her boasting Dean lunged forward hoping to catch her off guard, but he had not anticipated her to be that strong. She screeched pulling the knife in front of her, smirking when it impacted with his skin. The smirk was short lived however when another pair of hands came from the side forcing them in such a way that she had no choice but to drop the knife.
Sam fell to the floor grabbing the knife whilst above him he knew Dean still wrestled with control over the demon. Standing up the two brothers worked in perfect sync to bring the girl to the floor and before she could wiggle free of Dean's firm grip Sam was kneeling above her, two hands on the knife. Watching the monster squirm in a futile attempt to be free Sam pushed the knife into her chest leaving it there for longer than necessary as he watched the demon violently shake before whatever life that was inside left.
Breathing heavily Sam pulled the knife out of the body only noticing then the blood that began bleeding onto her chest. Without thinking he felt his whole body tensed as he starred hungrily at the demon blood that was only inches away from him. His free hand reached for the knife where his two fingers gingerly wiped the blood and breathing deeply with his eyes closed he brought his fingers to his mouth. Any second now he would taste something he had not had for months, something he craved for everyday, something that would indeed make him powerful. He felt his mouth open ready to give into his addiction, he was so close-
Firm hands grabbed his arm pulling it away harshly from his mouth, Sam turned momentarily confused before looking up at his brothers pissed off face. Eye contact was for only a second before a fist collided with Sam's face throwing him to the floor his eyes closing.
Dean worked quickly, he took the knife from Sam's hand wiping the excess blood on the dead demons clothes before placing it in his back pocket. Bending down he shook Sam violently before pulling him to his feet. No words were spoken allowing his body language to show how pissed off he was, keeping Sam in front of him they ran out of abandoned building towards the car where he opened immediately and sat down frowning when Sam stood outside.
"Sam get in the car." He growled, and when he had not moved swore under his breath before standing up to meet his brother's guilty look.
"Dean," Sam began, his voice shaking as if arguing for control, "I-"
"Get in the damn car." His voice was low, threateningly so. Sam blinked in surprise before obeying where he sat awkwardly as his brother drove off.
"Dean can I-"
"Save it Sam I don't want to hear it." He growled, keeping his face firmly on the road in front of him and Sam getting the message sunk further into the impala's seat wishing he was anywhere but here.
"Jesus Sam." Dean exclaimed, his voice slightly higher than normal in the hope to hide his discomfort and horror.
"Dean-" Sam began turned from the sink his face wet from the water he had just splashed on it, trying to keep the hurt off his face when he saw his brother step back.
"Just don't ok." Dean turned to the window unable to look at his brother running his hand through his short hair-a telltale sign of his unease. Moments of heavy silence past where the older brother just stared blankly out the window of the on goings of the people walking by. God what he would give to have their simple lives, just for one day. Turning back around he faced his brother, noticing for the first time the agitated way his body moved. "How long?" His voice firmer than intended.
Sam knew what he was asking and desperately trying to appear strong he turned to face his older brother. In the past few months he had tried to forget that Dean was older, looking at him as a friend more than an older brother who had raised him. But now starring into his brothers angry eyes he felt like he was a child again.
"How long Sam?" Dean snapped his voice rising.
"A couple of days," Sam watched as that registered with him his eyes widening with anger, he spoke faster desperate for him to understand "But Dean I haven't. I just said that the last few days have been hard." Sam took a tentative step forward out of the dingy bathroom his eyes never leaving Dean's.
Dean raised his hands behind his head highlighting the cut made earlier by the demon they had killed. "And you didn't think you should mention that before we ganged that son of a bitch?"
Sam looked down clearly unsure on how to approach his pissed off brother, silence fell again and Sam could practically feel the negative energy steaming off Dean. Taking a breath he looked at his brother frowning slightly when he realised Dean was studying him. "It's not something I can switch off Dean. I screwed up I'm not saying I didn't and I'm living with the consequences of it. I'm dealing with it."
"Dealing?" Dean raised his eyebrows at that statement. Walking to the table he poured himself an over generous amount of whisky downing it before looking at his brother who had not moved from the door of the bathroom. "I wouldn't say me practically dragging you off the whore dealing Sam."
Sam cringed at the memory of being pulled by firm hands off the demon they had killed with Ruby's knife.
"I'm going out." Dean exclaimed walking towards the door before turning around to face his brother, "Stay here."
Sam watched as his brother walked out the door slamming it shut before sighing he rested his head in his hands the temptation for demon blood still pulsing through his veins.