Whisper in a Graveyard

Abby Ebon

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Note; I have re-vamped pervious chapter, please re-read.

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"Waking With Demons"

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Previously…

Dean closed his eyes, praying, even as he lay prone in a pool of his own blood, dying. Blurrily he saw Sammy look down at him with demon silver eyes – those eyes held something, warmth. Life. Sam.

"…have to want to live, please, Dean…live…want you to live…don't leave…"

Dean exhaled shakily, his dying breath, in his last moment he knew what his choice would be.

Life.

Dean screamed as Sam brought him back to life, screamed as his skin knitted itself back together, as internal bleeding reversed itself he moaned, wondering if coming back to life would always make him long for death. Surely death would be less painful. Dean closed his eyes and let himself fall into sleep; he thought it ironic that it might be as close to death as he would ever get with Sam hovering over him until the end of days.

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A shiver raised goose bumps along his skin, but Sam bit his lip as he ignored it, curling his warmth around his big brother. He had succeeded only in dragging Dean to his car, then Dean had become icy cold – but there was still something alive within his brother, and Sam clung to it in his need. The knife wound had healed while Dean had screamed and thrashed in his arms.

Still, Sam wondered why Dean hadn't woken – why he didn't seem to be getting any better. Sam glanced once to the mirror it reflected Sam…with silvered eyes. His heart thumped in his chest.

"You must feed off him." It was Sam's lips that had moved, but Sam knew it wasn't he who had spoken. His body felt flushed – hot, and it confused him that instead of warming Dean, Dean seemed to be chilled instead.

"How?" Sam spoke his question aloud, not wanting to learn if the demon within him could listen to his thoughts. He felt its amusement – felt it regard him as a child, and knew he didn't care so long as it answered him.

"You will become a primal demon, Sam Winchester, but, for right now you are merely …powerful." Sam shuddered as he saw with the demons eyes the destruction and chaos he could cause – what it meant by "merely powerful", just as what he knew what it meant by a "primal demon". A demon that did not need to feed on fear or death, a demon that could threaten the balance of life and death and walk away unscathed. A demon that could seduce – could twist – could do whatever it pleased on a whim. That, the demon which inhabited him knew, was the demon – a primal demon – which it wished to ally itself with.

"Power is not enough, not nearly enough. You are being reborn, Sam Winchester, and you must Chose." Sam felt his heart tighten painfully within his chest when he tried to gasp for air. It was as if he could not get enough – not nearly enough, for he knew then he was suffocating, slowly – painfully.

"Chose…chose what…?" Sam gasped the words out between the beats of his heart and the gasps of breath he managed to satisfy.

"To be what you were born to be – to embrace it, chose your companion. It can be me – it can be your brother, it can be someone dead - there are no limits to what your chosen can be. But you must choose - your very life, and pending, depend upon it." Sam's mind whirled with the onslaught of images. A primal demon, like Sam would become, did not need to fear if its name was known, did not need to feed upon fear or death – though they could kill with a though - though they often went by an alias, what they did fear was their chosen being known.

Their chosen mortal was kept as alive and healthy as the day they were chosen – they could, of course, learn new skills and gain power with the link a primal demon gave them, but, essentially they were the key to the primal demons power. A chosen could not die so long as the primal demon lived, but, the chosen could be broken, and if the chosen was broken – so too was the primal demon, in all the ways that mattered to other demons. A chosen could cripple a primal demon if broken, for thereafter, the primal demon would be in agony caring for their chosen, dotting upon them, uncaring of time or life.

The demon within Sam had seen that happen.

"How…do I…" Sam felt the life leaving him as he could not get enough air- could not breath, and every beat of his heart and lungful of air brought such agony that he knew he was dyeing and was terrified by it.

"You will be a primal demon – bow to your greatest want, it unlocks your power – let your power chose your companion." The demon told him in a rush, eager for him to live, or to die – for if he died Sam knew the other demon would feed upon his death – feed upon the death of his brother. It was already feeding upon his fear. If he lived, there was a good chance the demon would be his chosen – but Sam did not want that – and being a primal demon was all about want.

Sam gazed down at Dean's peaceful features, his vision blurring along the edges as he felt himself fading. I want us safe. Sam's fingers clung onto the sleeve of his brother's shirt. I will make us safe. With his thought, he felt the pain in his heart ease, as if something had righted itself within him.

Dean, warm to the touch with his choice, gasped – his own lungs filling with life-giving air and his heart – Sam could hear the rhythmic thumps and knew he would never grow tired of the sound – the beat a mirror of Sam's own. Dean's astonished blue eyes met his, and Sam found himself smiling – exhausted, but pleased with himself.

Sleepily he tucked his head beneath Dean's chin, his cheek pressed against Dean's collarbone. He felt…happy.

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Dean exhaled softly as Sam seemed to slip into sleep against him. He had looked into his brothers eyes – but the warm brown puppy eyes were gone, instead silver had met his gaze, shining silver in the darkness. That could take some getting used to.

But…it wasn't as bad as it could have been, Sam could be gone – again, possessed by some demon out to hurt him. Dean was dealing with an unknown in the demon that now inhabited his little brother. It didn't seem to want to control Sam – instead; quite oddly, it seemed to want to guide him. Dean had known, as he lay dying in Sammy's arms, that there was something going on he didn't understand.

Dean didn't like being out of the loop.

He also didn't like waking up with a boner when he had nearly died. It was a good thing Sammy hadn't noticed. Somehow, Sam had dragged him into the car – his boots touched the passenger door, and his head was far too close for his liking to the steering wheel. The rest of him was covered by Sam's body – snuggling him.

Dean would have protested this position, if not for the fact that he had nearly died, and he knew all too well the craving for touch and reassurance that could bring out. Especially in Sammy, who was often too kind hearted for his own good, and sometimes seeing as they hunted the supernatural, Dean should have known – or at least guessed - that Sammy would eventually need contact to calm down. Still, it surprised him to have Sam's lanky body wrapped around him. Felt good though.

Dean shook his muddled thoughts away like a clinging cobweb. It was then he noticed the frost on the windows. Not fog – frost… in July.

When Sammy wakes up, Death thought as he drifted off to a slow sleep, I'm going to have to ask him about frost and the fact I'm not a mattress…

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Tapping on the window woke them both. Sam blinked up into the face of a police officer. Dean groaned, and Sam could imagine the aches in pains sleeping in the front seat had given his elder brother. It was when Dean seemed to come awake – that Sam realized he was laying on his brother, and what that had to look like to the officer, struggling he disentangled himself. Everything about last night was distant – fuzzy, as if it had been a dream.

Dean pulled himself into a sitting position and rolled down the window, yawning.

"There something we can help you with, officer?" Dean asked, not in the best of moods when just woken. Sam just crossed his fingers and hoped they'd get away with only a fine for indecency.

"One offence is this is a no-parking-after-dark area of the park, second – public indecency, and third on suspicion of blood, holding to the fact that you two are quite adorable snuggling together." The leer directed at Dean made Sam narrow his eyes.

Mine…Sam resisted the urge to snarl at the man who seemed so smug at having Dean off balanced. Dean had paled, then flushed, obviously flustered. Dean knew how to handle an officer who was disapproving, but he found himself quite fluttered with one who was approving.

"Uh…thanks?" Dean murmured softly, sneaking a pleading glance to Sam who caught his brothers 'is he for real?' expression before a "cool" mask slipped into place.

"Oh, no – thank you, I haven't had the pleasure of seeing such free expression of love…" The officer winked a pale blue eye, and Dean's hands clenched and he looked carefully away. It was clear to Sam that his brother was caught between lashing out, and embarrassment.

Sam cleared his throat, gaining the other mans attention with the noise.

"Leave. Walk away, you never saw us." Sam's eyes silvered, and the officer nodded jerkily and he pivoted, seeming unable to get away fast enough. Dean took a shuddering breath, glancing to Sam with curiosity.

"How'd you do that?" Dean asked his gaze distant as he remembered Andy, who had used mind control on Dean to give up his Impala. Not that Sam would do such a thing, in fact the comparison annoyed him, but he bit his tongue, knowing that Dean didn't mean anything by it. It was only a thought.

"I don't know – but what I do know is we have a game of question and answer to play with my guide." Sam stated as he pulled the strap down to buckle up. Dean mimicked him, and then started the car, before he put his foot to the gas; he paused, glancing to the stain of crimson blood on the gravel.

"There was frost on the windows last night." It was more then a meaningless comment to Sam, who bobbed his head in a nod.

"We'll ask about that too, Dean, promise." Sam muttered, feeling suddenly guilty for not confessing his change-of-species. He hadn't just let a demon possess him – he was a demon, and, supposedly – he would be a powerful one.

Sam didn't know how he felt about that – and he didn't want to know how Dean would feel about it.

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"You've got to be kidding me." Sam stated as he stared down at the chalk lines of the circle, a demon circle – that could hold Sam, and the demon within him. Sam didn't want to know if a circle could trap what he was – a primal demon.

"It can't." His guide-slash-unwelcome passenger commented.

"Afraid not Sammy, it's the only way we can be sure of its – your, answers." Dean told him in a soft tone. It was as close as his older brother ever came to soothing. Sammy took a breath and walked into the circle, uneasily, he sat down. It was very different being on the other side of the circle. Other then a faint tingling along his skin, he knew it was working.

"Okay, firstly – what do you want?" Dean asked not quite looking Sam in the eye.

"My name, as far as you are to be concerned, is Ruby, what I want is to guide your brother." The demon answered, it spoke with Sam's mouth, but as it did so his brown eyes blackened.

"Guide him through what?" Dean demanded, clearly uneasy with the prospect of a demon helping them with anything. Not that Sam blamed him; he wasn't very keen on it himself.

"The change – he is reborn, and when he has questions, which – I assure you, he will after this – I will answer them to the best of my ability. Sammy is special, Dean, Azazel – the demon you know as "Yellow Eyes" fed him demon blood. Sam is more then a mere super solider for a demonic army – he will become a primal demon. Of their nature – there is no other word for it. There has not been such a being that has come into their powers as far as Sam has since before the bible was writ." It was far more of a answer then Dean had expected – he knew demons to be tricky, elusive, but this "Ruby" volunteered far more information then he had asked for.

"There…there is no way of reversing what he did?" Dean asked carefully, this time not wanting a long answer. Sam felt Ruby know that, and respect it – which surprised Sam so much it caught him off guard.

"No. Not without killing him – and yourself." It was a message – and warning – to both of the brothers. Though Sam knew what he had done had been to save Dean, he could not say he had not thought of finding a way to reverse it. He knew now he couldn't do that – not if it meant Dean's life. Ruby knew that.

"Why would it kill me?" Dean asked, puzzled by her answer.

"A primal demon chooses a companion at its rebirth – Sammy chose you Dean, there is no way to undo the bond you two share." Ruby told them through Sam's lips. There was betrayal in his brother's gaze, yes – but also understanding. Sam knew that if Dean had been in his place, he would have chosen the same path.

"What will Sam's powers be…as a primal demon?" Dean questioned, testing the last words carefully.

"I can not begin to explain. Everything you have seen is not a match to what his power will be. It will be more then that. Much more." Ruby promised, and Sam's eyes silvered with his fear. He didn't know if he could be so dangerously powerful. He was a demon – or, at least had become partly a demon, if not completely. Funny thing was, save for his brother not dying, he hadn't done anything remarkable.

He didn't feel evil – he didn't want to kill anyone, being a demon, he supposed, hadn't come with a realization that after death there was anything profound. He didn't know if there was a god – though, obviously there were other – more powerful – demons out there, he didn't know if a fallen angel led them.

What Sam did know was that he was kind of hungry – for pizza, likely meat lovers with an extra handful of olives.

"Dean, it's been a long night…let's just get something to eat." Sam pleaded, tired of his skin tingling – prickling like needles – inside the demonic trap of a circle. Dean merely nodded and before he could walk to the edge of the circle and wipe it clean, Sam had already walked out of it.

Dean's gaze caught his own. There was something uncomfortably like fear in his brother's gaze.

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Note; updated in honor of BloodyChaosDragonKnight's b-day, so sorry this has taken so long to write to my liking….