A/N This started with the idea of bad cop/good cop and it was supposed to be a drabble. But it grew far beyond its drabble origins. So I just went with the flow.
A big thank you to Wynefred, as always, for her amazing insight.
Kick Ass Winchesters
By CFEditor
Chapter 1: All Grown Up
Sam kicked the chair leg out from under the demon, who fell to the floor in a heap, hands tied tightly behind his back. The demon's inky black eyes stared, startled, into the cold, hard eyes of the hunter. Sam grabbed the snarling hellspawn by the collar so that they were face to face, less than an inch of space between them. His hard, controlled expression, so unlike the Sam he knew, chilled Dean.
The demon spit in Sam's face. Unfazed, Sam dropped the demon on the hard table. Wiping his eyes and smiling wickedly, Sam took out his sharp hunter's knife, caressing the demon's chin with cold steel.
"You're going to tell us everything you know, scum..."
"Easy, Sam!" Dean's gruff voice cut through the tense silence. "You don't have to do that! He'll talk..."
The demon laughed. "I learned how to withstand torture in the 99th circle of Hell..." he said.
"Ah, but did you learn torture from the Devil himself?"
The demon's jaw dropped and for the first time, Sam saw a flicker of fear in his eyes.
"That's right," Dean said, "My brother Sam here... He was Lucie's vessel..."
"Taught me everything I know..." Sam said. "You think I'll threaten you with physical pain, don't you? Oh, no... Lucie is far beyond the physical." Abruptly, he sat down on the table, pulling the knife away from his victim's face. He took an apple from his pocket and began peeling the fruit's skin off in circles.
"Now imagine this apple is your skull... When I'm through, I'll have you peeled to the core, and you won't know what's real and what's not." The delight in Sam's eyes made the demon shudder.
"Get away from me..." the demon yelled.
"Just tell us what you know..." Dean said in a reasonable tone.
Later, when the demon was back in Hell, Dean looked at his brother. "You enjoyed that a little too much."
"Oh come on," said Sam, "How often do I get to be the badass?"
Dean snorted. "Who knew you'd be such a good one? And what was with the apple, anyway? Who brings an apple to an interrogation?"
"That was part of my lunch," he said. "And admit it, you thought it was brilliant!" He cut a slice from the apple. "Here, want a piece?"
Dean punched Sam on the arm. "Keep the rabbit food, badass. Now lunch... that sounds like a good idea."
Sam's grinned, proud of the way he'd embraced the role. One day Dean would realize that Sam was an adult, grown beyond the Sammy boy he'd always protected. But meanwhile, he was happy to be the badass in training.