AN: This is my second Demon!Dean fic. The first one I wrote was way before demon Dean even a thing. If you to see Dean get healed, go check out It's Where My Demons Hide, if you just want to see some Evil!Dean and desperatetimes!Sam, this one is for you. My knowledge as to what characters know and do will definitely be wrong, but this is where my muse led me. Story and chapter titles come from a Fall Out Boy song, My Songs Know What You Did in the Dark.
Disclaimer: I have about as much control over the boys as Dean has control over the Mark of Cain…
Too soon?
CRACK! Another layer of wall was smashed away. Sam didn't want to think about what Dean planned on doing with that hammer if he caught up with him. Dean was a demon now, why does he need a hammer?
Dean was a demon now were the key words though. Out of all the nightmarish side effects Sam dreamt up about the Mark of Cain, that was not one of them. Sam almost wondered if Dean being dead is a better alternative. There's no telling what Dean had done the past few months, what kind of things would haunt him if- when, dammit! Sam had to keep reminding himself- he goes back to normal.
Although, Sam was not entirely innocent in the matter either. He'd done many things, desperate things without Dean there to talk him out of it. And now Dean- a black eyed, heartless Dean- knows about them. Apparently the grapevine has no trouble spreading its roots in Hell.
CRASH! The wall was no longer existent, and a smirk formed on Dean's lips when he made eye contact with Sam.
Sam had seen that look many times in his life. It was Dean's "time to take this mother down" look, but never had Sam been on the receiving end. The expression itself made Sam do something he'd never wanted to do to his brother again.
He ran.
A few months ago…
Sam was running. Sam had summoned Crowley in a hopeless attempt to make the bastard bring back his brother. He waited for what seemed like hours for Crowley to show up, but the room remained as empty as the passenger seat of the Impala. Sam had gone back to Dean's room to find Dean's bed in the same state.
Empty.
Sam ran all over the bunker in a frantic hunt for any sign of Dean. It was true that Sam couldn't stand the sight of his brother in the shape he was, broken and bloodied, but he would take that over gone any day. Who even could have-
Crowley. That son of a bitch had taken Dean's body, but what the hell for? For weeks, Sam had trapped demons, and torturing their stolen bodies trying to find answers. You can only hear demons tell you to screw yourself so many times before you start to do things you regret.
His hands were constantly stained with the blood of demons and as much as Sam hated, punished, or nearly killed himself for it, the thought finally crept in.
"All that blood's going to waste, don't you think?" His mind suggested in an almost seductive tone, that he swore sounded like Ruby's voice.
"No!" His conscience screamed at him. "I swore to Dean I'd never-"
"Well Dean's not here anymore, is he? Kinda the whole problem isn't it? Don't you want him back?"
"Of course, but-"
"Wouldn't Dean do anything for you, Sammy?"
"Yes, but-"
"But you wouldn't do the same for him, is that it?"
"No! Of course I'd-"
"Then do this."
The sparkling scarlet liquid taunted him. The blood decorated the floor, his clothes and his hands. He dared to bring them closer to his mouth. How tempting it looked. The desire, craving, want, need for it all came rushing back at him, and hit him full force like an explosion. Before he knew it, the coppery taste of blood filled his mouth.
Part of him wanted to vomit, the other part convinced him that he was doing it for Dean.
"How could this possibly be for Dean? He would hate me for this. I hate me for this."
"But you're so strong now. Nothing can stand in your way. No go carve some answers out of that demon."
His eyes opened with a fiery ambition, a kind he hadn't felt in years, and a smile played on his lips. The sweet after burn of the blood made his voice rich with determination.
"What did Crowley do with my brother?"
The demon sneered past all of its (beautiful) blood spilling down its face. "He dragged him down to the pit, body and soul. It's a lot more fun that way. You remember that, don't you?"
Sam's mouth turned up in a hateful grin. "You sure?" He raised his hand. The motion was followed by the demon howling in pain. Sam almost relished at the sound. His hands dropped after a few more agonizing seconds for the demon. "Where is my brother?!"
It let out a pained laugh. "Did… Little Sammy have… a power shake this morning?"
Sam's hand jerked with a twist, and the demon screeched again. "Where's Dean?!"
The demon's head lifted to meet Sam's icy gaze. Its smirk alone made Sam want to kill it. The answer it gave actually made him. "Right where he belongs." The last word was cut off when Ruby's knife silenced him forever.
Air panted in and out of his lungs as his chest heaved in rage. The blade was soon cleaned off, but not with a cloth this time. He shouldn't have missed it the way he did, but, oh the power! The voice inside his head was right, this was the best way to save Dean.
Sam was getting his brother back, and not a single damn thing was gonna stop him.
Pumped full of blood, salt, holy water and Ruby's blade. These were the things that defined Sam's life. Demon tracking was all he did now. Even when they gave him what they knew, he'd let them go, with a blade right through their hearts.
What? Not like he could let them go babbling to Crowley about what he was doing to get information on him and Dean's whereabouts. Sam wasn't scared, he just didn't need Crowley figuring out his little… advantage.
Unfortunately, by being a Winchester, his luck didn't last forever.
He'd lost count of how many demons he'd burned through, and the only word he'd gotten on Dean was that he was still alive. The number of hours it took to get that information, not to mention how loud the demon screamed... It really gave Sam a headache.
The demon in front of him right now wasn't particularly chatty either. Not that Sam expected him to be. He was pretty high up on Crowley ass kisser list. He wouldn't break easily, but boy, he could wail. Whenever it would shout meaningless insults at Sam, he would have a difficult time hearing it past all the blood in its mouth. Sometimes it would spit it at Sam or off to the side. The more it bled, the easier Sam's job got. Sometimes, he wouldn't even have to move to get demons to beg.
"You wanna open your mouth to say something useful, or do you just want to keep screaming?" Sam asked, almost too casually. "Either one works for me, really."
The demon, Sam had learned it was called Alcaeus down in the pit, spit off to the side again. What Sam failed to notice was how each time the demon spat, it was aiming right for the edge of the devil's trap. Slowly it was working away the paint with its own blood.
"You think you're… so tough now… Don't you?" Aclaeus' head went back on a scream at a mere twist of Sam's hand.
Sam grinned. "Kinda, yeah."
Once the pain faded again, the demon laughed mockingly at Sam. With one final spit of blood, there was a gap in the paint. He was free, he just had to wait for the right moment. "You, boy… are nothing. We, our side… we're the strong ones. You're just… taking what we gave you… and you call yourself… strong? Your brother… would be disgusted… Especially once I… tell him." Aclaeus made a face as though he hadn't meant to let that piece of information slip, of course, it was a ploy.
Sam stepped closer, and the demon resisted smiling. It was working. "Where. Is. Dean?!"
Alcaeus ignored the question. "I mean, really, Sammy? You think the… guy's dead… so this is what you do? He'd be so… disappointed in you, even…" He threw in a couple coughs for show. "Even after what he's become."
The hunter's eyes darkened as he took another step. "What, exactly, has he become?"
Now Alcaeus had him. He dropped his head, and then snapped it back up, his black eyes glistening. "One of us."
Sam was thrown across the room in seconds. He watched the bonds holding the demon to the chair snap in an instant. He raised his hand to kill the demon, but it was already on him. Alcaeus grabbed Sam's outstretched arm, and yanked it out of its socket.
After being on top so long, Sam had forgotten about other pains, besides the kinds he felt when there was too long of a gap between his hits of demon blood. The pain of his shoulder being wrenched out of joint was something he had been acquainted with before, but it had come as so much of a shock to him that he shouted in pain and clutched his shoulder.
The pain escalated again as Aclaeus put a foot on the injured limb, and he groaned loudly.
"Wow, Sammy-boy, I knew you were desperate," he increased the pressure with a sharp jerk on Sam's shoulder until there was a definite crack, and Sam screamed in agony. "But demon blood? Did not see that one coming." He lifted his foot from Sam's shoulder, and backed away. "I'm sure Crowley will be so excited to hear that." Alcaeus was able to see Sam's eyes widen in panic right before he smoked out. He had a message for the King.
AN: I know, I can't believe I made Sam do that either, but in a bunch of interviews Jared says that we will Sam go really far in his hunt for Dean, and this is how my brain took it. This may or may not be it for flashbacks and I'll probably go back to present day. There'll be more Dean in the next chapter. Also, I know a majority of people think that Dean was wielding an axe in the preview, but after I watched it a dozen times I started to think it was a hammer. Guess we'll find out soon! See you guys soon with the next chapter and drop me a review of what you thought. I love hearing from all of you!
