Author's note: please don't judge too harshly, I'm new to writing and this is my very first piece, plus it hasn't been checked thoroughly because I didn't have time, I hope you enjoy!

CHAPTER 1

*Disclaimer; I do not own Supernatural or any of the material created from it*

Cackles of laughter filled the room where the shell of Sam's body was strapped to a wooden chair, locked inside himself with a demon stuck in a devil's trap. Dean stared at his younger brother who was being possessed. He smoothed his hand along his faint stubble waiting for the demon to give answers, instead it was just laughing at him.

"You're pathetic Dean Winchester. You and your stupid little brother. You know I can read his thoughts and memories right? I find it hilarious how he saw you more of a father figure than his own biological Dad. Stacks upon stacks of precious memories where you would also sacrifice yourself to protect him. My personal favourite was when you sold your soul to get his life back, now that is martyr material right there", the demon grinned while snarling to the elder brother. Dean hated the fact this dirty, filthy, unholy creature was inside of his brother but he needed to find answers from the underworld. "Tell me you son of a bitch, now, or I swear-" Dean started but was again interrupted by the demon's outbursts, "you'll what you pathetic sap of shit? You won't kill me because you'll kill your brother and you won't exorcise me yet because you don't have what you need so you're stuck big boy". This smile made Dean's skin crawl but it was right despite Sam giving permission to use any means necessary including torture, although Dean couldn't bring himself to inflict pain on his little brother.

- EARLIER IN THE DAY -

The hunt for the demon tablet and the accompanying prophet was still going strong but the Winchester brothers had no leads whatsoever. Without that tablet Sam couldn't continue with the trials and finally shut the gates of hell, banishing all the black-eyed son of bitches back to where they belong.

Dean walked into the bunker, arms full of carrier bags containing groceries. Sam was sat at the mahogany table adjacent from the descending stairs where Dean was walking. "Did you walk in and buy the whole store Dean? I thought you said you were only getting a few supplies? Not a few supplies for the next millennium" Sam's eyes never left the book he was reading but could tell his older brother was rolling his eyes. "Now that we have a kitchen, I figure we need proper food and not something you have to heat up in a supermarket microwave. Sammy like I said, I'm nesting so learn to enjoy our time here okay?" Dean headed in the direction of the kitchen not before hearing the faint laughter of his brother. After all the issues with the trials had taken its toll on Sam and it was beginning to show, he looked severely ill and sounded worse so hearing laughter instead of coughing up blood was like heaven.

Dean later re-joined his brother with two bottles of beer, one for himself and one for Sam. "Found anything yet?" Dean took a sip from his bottle and sat opposite his sibling. "Nada so far. It sucks that we're completely alone in this. However, if we're right that Crowley took Kevin and has the other half of the demon tablet, maybe we could seek out one of his bitches, torture them for information?" Sam raised an interesting question that struck a chord with Dean. "That's not a bad idea actually, good thing you got the brains in our family – I obviously got the looks. It's worth a try but I doubt many of those dicks know about Crowley's activities, the ones that do are probably tight-lipped." Sam sighed at Dean's remark. "We could go to a crossroads and collect one of the red-eyed ones, they're always great fun to torture" Dean had a cunning smirk on his face, happy that they were back to good old-fashioned demon hunting, "alright, let's go Scoob" Dean winked at his brother who showed no sign of amusement, instead he looked like he's just gone eight rounds with a tonne of bricks. Concern washed over Dean at that moment, he'd just hoped Sam would get through this in one piece.

Sam began swaying slightly as he and his brother was standing dead centre of a crossroads which was covered in a devil's trap, streaming across all four points. "Well, well, well. Winchesters" a middle aged man appeared behind Sam and Dean. When they met his eye line, the demon's eyes flashed red. "Both of you at the same time, this must be good. What can I do for you?" it stepped closer towards the pair until it noticed the red spray paint underneath its leather loafers. "What is this?" "We're here to collect you for a little Q and A" Dean grinned from ear to ear.

The brothers drove Dean's sweet impala to an abandoned warehouse not too far from the crossroads with the Faust legend riding in its trunk. The painted devils trap and chair with some tough-ass shackles were already waiting for them when they got there.

Once the demon was prepped for torture surgery, Sam and Dean began asking questions about Crowley just to see if it knew anything or perhaps knew anyone associated with him. Instead it just spat and laughed at the duo. About an hour went by without any real progress until a metal sign outside began slamming against a pole creating a horrific, ear-pitching noise. "What the hell is that?" Sam moved towards a smashed window to get a better look. The demon let out a stream of air, "you two are dumbasses you know that? You honestly think I'd let you kidnap me without warning a few buddies of mine?" it teased. The brothers shared the same look that basically said 'shit'. "Go check it out, I'll stay here and guard Miss Congeniality over here" Sam ordered, Dean returned the favour with a worried look, "I'm not leaving you alone Sam" the youngest brother leant against the wooden walls to stop his legs giving out from being so weak, standing up for an hour was playing havoc, "Dean, I can stay here and watch a simple crossroads demon who is trapped, just check it out to see if we've got company" Sam gave his signature 'puppy eyes' look to which Dean sighed and left the warehouse.

The wind began howling against the windows. At the same time the doors to the warehouse began slamming open and shut. Sam looked around frantically, wondering what was taking his brother so long. The sound of wood snapping filled the room. Sam stared at the flooring thinking that an earthquake was about to happen. Panels from the doors cracked until it reached the devil's trap, snapping the whole floor in half, breaking the demon's containment. The next few seconds were too quick for a weak Sam to respond to; the crossroads demon slammed him against the wall while he stormed towards him. Sam fought the restrains with all the strength he had left but he couldn't fight the demonic power. "Sam, Sam, Sam. Don't fight me, conserve your energy, you're gonna need it" the eyes once again flashed red of the demon which was too powerful to be a standard crossroads one, he pulled back the top of Sam's shirt revealing the anti-possession tattoo. At that point Dean came storming in after hearing the commotion. "SAM!" The elder brother screamed before being thrown out of the warehouse and the doors slamming shut behind him. Sam again started fighting after seeing his brother get hurt. "Now, where were we?" the demon placed his hand over the tattoo, burning it off. Steam and the smell of smoke filled the room along with the sound of Sam's cries. From outside Sam could hear his brother calling his name, desperately trying to get in somehow. As soon as the tattoo was clearly burnt off, the demon stepped back and opened his mouth, revealing an endless amount of black smoke which went straight into Sam.

Dean continued slamming the doors with his fists until suddenly they were not longer being bolted. He quickly ran in to find the empty shell of a middle-aged man lying coldly on the floor and Sam standing above him. "Sam?" Dean's eyes continued to flick between the two men, wondering where the demon went. "Sam's no longer with us, I'm borrowing his body for a while to get information about the trials" Sam's mouth was moving but a corrupted, demonic sound came out instead of his brother's soft voice. "Get the hell out of my brother you bastard. How did you even get into him with the anti-demon tattoo?" "It was simple really, the burns may have hurt for a few seconds but the pain I will bring upon your brother will make burning off his tattoo seem like child's play" the demon, using Sam's body, slammed his hands together and cracked his neck in anticipation.

To be continued…