Previously on Chapter 1: Deanmon...

"... So, what's it gonna be?Deal? Or die?"

Chapter 2

Lesson No. 1

"Just kill me then," Sam said crudely, his voice croaky and is still hunched over from the pain. He didn't even consider it, really. Dean peered down at the battered, bloodied, disheartened Sam.

"Yea, I knew you'd say that," Dean said darkly. "But first, let's have some fun." And it started once more.

Sam woke up again. He wasn't even aware when he had passed out from the torture. He hears a page being turned and looks around to find Dean propped up comfortably on his bed, a bottle of beer in one hand and a copy of the Busty Asian Beauty in another. His gazes appreciative as they linger on the page. Sam lets out a huff of faint laughter.

"Seems like I hit your head too hard," Dean reflected, as he failed to detect the humour that Sam saw in his current situation. It is indeed amusing that Sam has finally found a resemblance to the brother that he was looking for - in Demon Dean's magazine-viewing stance. This is just so Dean that Sam can't help but reminisced at the past.

"By the way, we're low on beer," Dean shook the mostly emptied bottle in his hand.

"I wonder why," Sam replied sarcastically while noticing the dozen over drained bottles scattered around the room. "Let me go, make a quick run to the nearest Wal-Mart. Don't worry, I won't forget the pie," Sam smiled at the familiar conversation.

"Nice try, Sammy. You can keep up that smile when I tear your throat out," Dean threatened causally while flipping the page. And then a moment of eureka hits Sam out of the blue.

"No you won't."

"What did you say?"

"You won't kill me. Don't you realise?" A light is flipped on in Sam's eyes as he rattles on. "You were able to escape the devil's trap because you were becoming more human! That's why the trap can't hold you anymore. There's not enough demon in you to be trapped! Dean, the cure is working!" Sam's face becomes animated with excitement. How did he not see that before? His brother can be saved.

However, as Sam was immersed in his hopeful little bubble, Dean's expression fell and grew ever darker. He set the magazine down on the bed and appears in front of Sam.

"Let me help you. Complete the cure," Sam pleaded, peering up at Dean with his puppy dog eyes. But Dean was not swayed. His eyes turn black again, even the eye whites are completely engulfed by the darkness - the bearing of a demon.

"Unfortunately for you, there's still enough demon in me for this," Dean grabs Sam on his right arm and gives it a violent thug. A sickening crack followed, then came the deafening, uncontrollable howl. The cast on Sam's right arm is no longer holding up together and his swollen arm is now bent at a rather frightening angle. Then, Dean throws one leg across the chair and sits on top the injured Sam. The open wound on his thigh reacts badly to the pressure of Dean's weight, but it is nothing compared to his arm. Dean rests both his arms onto Sam's shoulders and Sam automatically leans away for personal space. Dean, however, leans in, uncomfortably close, his face inches away from Sam's.

"You know, Sam, maybe you're right," he said in a dangerously soft voice. "Maybe I do have some...brotherly feelings left towards you," his left-hand reaches up to play with Sam's hair, twirling it around his fingers. "And it's my job as a big brother isn't it, to teach stuff to my little brother?" Dean asked rhetorically. Without warning, he grabbed a handful of Sam's hair, forcing his head upright, then he pulls back his right arm, the First Blade in his hand. "Alastair taught me this. Lesson Number 1..."

"Dean..no," Sam uttered uselessly and the real torture begins...

"...See, if you do this, the blood doesn't spill so much. Keeps the subject conscious, in pain," Dean explains as he demonstrated it on Sam, like a lecturer conducting his class.

"Don't worry Dean... I'll save you," Sam choked out after another round of yowling. Dean's eyes flash at Sam's words and he twists the blade out of his flesh. He knows that Sam will never give up, so he's not exactly trying to make him do that either. Yet, there is still that twinge of anger and displeasure, for not being able to crack him after all his efforts. He stares down at the stubborn, screaming moose in front of him. A moment later, he spots an unamused smirked - an idea in the making.

"Oh by the way, Sammy, a little divergent from our lesson," Dean sets the First Blade aside. "I just thought of something that I shall correct you for," Dean said after Sam went still. "A misconception on your part," Dean looked straight into Sam's glazed, confused eyes as he continued. "It was never the Winchesters that were cursed, Sammy. It was just you, Sam Winchester. Everything since the very beginning until now, me becoming a demon. Everyone around you, gone." He could see it in Sam's eyes as his words sink in. "Think about it, Mum died, because of you; Jess's death, that's on you; and then Samuel's; Kevin's, they are all-on-you..."

"Shut up!" Sam groaned, seeing what Demon Dean is doing.

"And of course, there's me. Shredded apart and dragged away by hellhounds? Getting tortured in hell?" Dean leans even closer to whisper into Sam's ear, "That kinda hurts."

"Stop...please..." Sam begged in anguish. Dean smiles as his plan took effect. The mental attacks inflict more pain than the physical ones' ever could, as Dean knows full well. Sam is no novelty to pain, having been tortured by the devil himself. But being tortured by Dean, both physically and mentally, that is a whole new level on its own.

"I get it now..." Sam spoke quietly. "It's time we go our separate ways... You are better off..without me. Just let me go and I'll never bother you. You won't see me...ever again," Sam said as he looks up with tears in his eyes. Dean leans back against his bed and stares thoughtfully into those tearful orbs. The silence intensifies.

"Do you really think I'll fall for that?" Dean finally said. "Sam-Sam-Sam,' Dean laughed mockingly, shaking his head.

Sam's irises trembled as the deception fell through. It was never a good chance, to begin with, lying straight into Dean's face. Demon or not, he is still the one person on Earth who knew him best, without even having to possess his mind and body.

"You and I both know, the only time you'll give up is when I carve your heart out and burn your gigantic meatsuit, to ashes~s," Dean hissed. "Cas won't be bringing you back without his grace and there's no reason for other angels to revive an abomination. I was just trying to play safe when I gave you the deal option, get both you and Cas out of my ass once and for all," Dean clarified. "You'll regret your thick-headedness because I change my mind. About killing you that is, now that I know just how - entertaining - it is to keep you around. As promised, it ain't gonna be mercy," Dean's eyes turned inhumanly black as he said so.

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