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Demon Dean – A Man (Demon) of His Words

Chapter 1

Deanmon

"And what I'm gonna do to you, Sammy… Well, that ain't gonna be mercy either," Dean said from the back of the impala. Sam looks at Dean through the back view mirror. His expression calm and cool. He was speaking the truth. Sam's insides twist uncomfortably. "This is not Dean," he kept reminding himself…

Inside the bunker.

"Sammy, let me go," Dean threatened gently as he sits inside the devil's trap.

"No, I'm gonna get Dean back," Sam said as he injects yet another dose into his system.

The expected gnarls followed as the purified human blood makes its way through Deans' veins.

"I am Dean, you son of a bitch! This is a~all me in here and I like it," Dean growled at Sam when he is calmed down enough to speak. "The old Dean is gone for good. What you're doing won't work. I can't be cured. I don't want to be cured. I'm sick of sticking around, all the time, with my pain-in-the-ass baby brother, cleaning up his mess. It's time to man up Sam, it's time to let me go."

Sam stared into those cold hard eyes that are so foreign to him.

"No, I will save you," Sam stepped forward again for the injection. "And you can thank me when you're human," he said over Dean's hollers and then turned and rushed out of the dungeon, unable to stand it any longer.

Dean's agonising shrieks, Dean's intentionally hurtful words, the possibility that the cure will fail, and then what Sam had to do... all came crashing down on him. Sam sighs into his huge left hand that is palming his face, his right arm inconveniently in a sling. He has got Dean back, but this is not the Dean that he knew. Every time he tries to find his brother in the familiar face, he was only to be disappointed with an unfamiliar feature. An old photo of the 2 of them lay in front of Sam, the warm eyes and cheerful smile of his brother shine brightly from the faded picture...

Back in the dungeon.

Dean sat inside the devil's trap, handcuffed and all, his mind reeling about ways to get out. But he knows the place and also Sam, well enough to think that there is just no way around it. Annoyed, he flexes his wrists against the restraints. It has loosened. The devil's trap confining him to the place feels somehow weaker. A spark of thrill went through Dean. For real this time, he pulls his arm up with force and the cuffs broke apart with general ease. He gets up from his chair-prison and strolls, right across the devil's trap. The bind on his power lifts off completely. Dean stretches his body blissfully. He is free.

The alarm on Sam's phone went off, it is time for the next shot. He takes a deep breath and heaves himself up, getting ready to face Dean - Demon Dean. As he walks towards the dungeon, Dean's words played back inside his head: "I know what you've done Sammy, to find me. And you know, exactly, what you've done. So tell me, between the 2 of us, who is the real monster?" Dean cocked his head to one side as he poses the delicate question. It was harsh, and brutal, but true. And this is one of the reasons Sam detests facing Demon Dean.

When he arrives at the scene, however, Sam finds himself facing the empty dungeon, doors wide open and totally, absolutely, Dean-less. His heart sinks as a feeling of dread fills up inside him.

"Dean?" He called out anxiously. Without warning, the lights in the bunker went out, replaced by an offending red blinking light and a loud, annoying alarm sound. Dean had put the place on lockdown. A momentary feeling of relief courses through Sam - Dean is still here. But another realisation hits immediately after. He is trapped - with Demon Dean. Sam pulls out the demon-killing knife from his jacket warily and then, he is on the move.

"Sammy! Come out come out wherever you are! Let's have a beer, some heart to heart! That's what you want isn't it?" Dean taunted, his voice echoing throughout the narrow hallways. A hammer in his hand, Dean saunter around the bunker. It didn't take long till he spotted Sam, with his back facing him, checking round the front corner. Soundlessly, Dean walks up behind Sam and swings. Even handicapped, Sam isn't slow. He dodged the attack within a split of a second, the hammer creating a cracking dent in the wall behind, and in the same movement, raises the knife against Dean's throat. Sam takes in short, quick breaths as adrenaline sets in.

"Do it," Dean said, with his eyes turned black, as though goading Sam to wield the blade. Knife tight in his hand, Sam looks straight into those pitch black eyes and his heart wavers.

"I knew it," Dean sneered.

One moment of hesitation is all it takes. Without moving a muscle, Dean flings Sam flying away. He is suspended in the air for one full second, hit the wall behind and crashes painfully onto the ground.

"Look who's psychic now!" Dean boasted loudly.

Groaning, Sam cuddles his right arm that is hurting the most. Had it broke again? Before Sam could recover from the fall, a shower of kicks rain upon him. Each impact feels like a run into with a mini motorbike as they are powered with inhuman strength. Sam is almost under when he sees a shadow towering over him.

"I knew you couldn't do it, Sammy. You weak, pathetic bitch," Dean's superior voice sounded above him.

"Jerk," Sam muttered weakly before a single punch to the face knocks him completely under.

Dean looks down at the unconscious Sam at his feet. As far as he can see, 3 choices lay before him. 1 Kill Sam, 2 Leave Sam be, and 3...Keep his promise (refer to the very first line of this story). Dean smiled, he has decided.

Sam stirred in his seat. Almost immediately, he became aware of the aches and pains covering various parts of his body. Most prominently, the dizzying pound in his head and the stabbing feeling in his right arm. He tried to move a little and a hot sharp throb in his stomach area suggests there may be internal bleeding too, making him pant heavily from the agony. Before he can focus his gaze on the surrounding, he heard a door opening.

"Rise and shine Sammy," Dean greeted the still stirring Sam.

"Urg..." Sam replied groggily. He is becoming more aware by the second and realised that right now, he is in Dean's room - sitting, tied up on an armless chair. It is bright and quiet all around, the lockdown alert had been turned off.

"You should have let me go when I gave you the choice," Dean said.

"No," Sam retorted stubbornly. A fist to his gut made him doubled over.

"Does feel good to do a little stretching," Dean commented, as Sam spit out a mouthful of blood.

"Dean...don't do this..." Sam muttered. Dean goes forward and presses a palm on Sam's upper thigh, right above the knee.

"Actually, I'll be doing this for a while," Dean replied as smoke started coming off from under his hand, to which Sam winces fiercely in response, clenching his teeth as he holds back a howl. When Dean finally pulls away, the piece of jeans that was in contact with his hand had singed away, exposing the raw, burnt flesh underneath that is red and fuming. "Oh, and if you're counting on Cas to save your sorry ass, you can forget about it," Dean said amidst Sam's grimacing. The bunker is currently winged-proof. It was then that Sam realised the source of that different shade of red staining Dean's clothes. Apart from his blood that is.

"Cas'll find a way," Sam said weakly without much conviction. Dean considers him.

"What about this," Dean suddenly suggests, "You make a deal with me, and I'll let you skip right out of the bunker, good as new."

Sam hesitated. "What kind of deal?" He asked suspiciously.

"A demon deal," Dean replied matter-of-factly. "Promise that you will never try to cure me or let someone else do it. I'll give you a good deal, 50 years, probably more than you'd live. And the best perk, you won't have to go to hell when your lights go out."

Although Cas is of no threat without his grace, it is still safer to keep him out of the equation, just in case. Who knows what kind of connections he still keeps with the great heavens above.

Sam did not answer immediately so Dean continued.

"Don't tell me you're afraid of a little kiss?" Dean joked, and then said more seriously, "Look, I'm trying to be nice here, Sam. Save trouble for us all. You kiss me goodbye, make sure Cas stays out of my way, and I'll let you guys live," Dean sounded as though he was explaining 1+1=2. "You can go live an apple pie life or...be hunting buddies with Cas, whatever. So, what's it gonna be? Deal? Or die?"

Hi! This is my first ever Supernatural fanfic! It has a total of 4 chapters, will upload Chapter 2 soon~

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