I asked everyone what day they wanted this updated, and I got one person who told me that they wanted it updated on Wednesday. So Wednesday's it is.

Chapter Four: Don't Know When

The rain felt more like ice as it came down on them, and Bill didn't seem as bothered by it as Dipper was. The brunet was shaking, his fingers feeling numb from the cold and there was nothing more he could do to get warm when he was completely soaked. Bill didn't even seem to notice it, refusing to stop with all of the jokes he came up with on the spot. Dipper had determined that this was hell, or at least a very bad nightmare.

The two had taken shelter underneath a nearby tree, with Dipper still trying to tug away his hand from the demon and having no success. Bill didn't stop talking, and Dipper wondered if the other just liked to hear his own voice.

"Bill, will you just shut up?" Dipper asked, not for the last time. "I can't deal with this right now."

Not with how he wanted to vomit from the pain in his wrist, not when the rest of him was shaking from the cold and everything was tiring. He leaned heavily against the tree and just tried to collect his thoughts.

"What, can't take my jokes? Shooting Star would at least find the humor in this situation." Bill managed to sigh as though he was in the worst place in the world.

"Shut the fuck up. Don't talk about her." Dipper snapped. He was too tired and cold to think about getting away, to make a plan to get away from this. Bill was going to have to deal with them being together, because there was nothing else he was going to do right now.

"Aw, come on, Pine Tree. Lighten up!"

"Lighten up?" Dipper leaned heavily against the tree, not looking at Bill. "I'm holding hands with a psychopathic demon who tried to murder my whole family. My wrist is broken, my head hurts, and I can't go home with you, so I'm stuck in the rain. So, shut up, and let me try to think of something."

Thankfully, silence came from Bill as Dipper tried to think. Dipper just wanted to get out of the rain and away from the other, but he wouldn't be able to do that. He wasn't able to go home, not with Bill still holding onto his hand like his life depended on it. Which, just maybe, it did.

"Kid, you need to calm down." Bill's voice was softer now. "Geeze, lighten up. It's not like I'm going to let you die out here."

"Bill, seriously, shut up."

Sometime during their conversation , Dipper had let his eyes slip shut, and now he just wanted to fall asleep. Why was everything so draining? He didn't even notice a change in the air, how it felt more charged and if he had been more aware, Dipper would have been worried that they were going to be hit by lightning.

"If you didn't like my form, all you had to do was say."

Dipper froze, his tired muscles screaming at him for it. He already knew he was going to turn and see Bill is some horrible form, maybe too many eyes and extra hands, and he didn't want to open his eyes. The demon's hands were suddenly larger in his own, and instinctively he held it a little bit tighter. It wasn't like he could actually let the other go.

"Look at me, Pine Tree."

Was that an order? Dipper squeezed his eyes shut even more out of spite, refusing to look at the demon. Bill squeezed Dipper's hand, and the other gasped as he felt sharp claws starting to dig in, and he squeezed his eyes shut even more.

"I think I'm being quite nice about this whole thing, but I can get sour very fast. Open those eyes and look at me, Pine Tree, before I peel back those lids and make you."

Bill had said that he didn't want Dipper to die just yet, but that didn't mean he wouldn't torture Dipper before then. Stubbornness made him refuse, keeping his eyes closed, but the claws kept digging in and he couldn't deal with the added pain to his already hurt limb.

His eyes slowly peeled open, staring up at the sky for a moment before his eyes flickered over to Bill. Was that even Bill? There wasn't a floating triangle, but a man, a man with rather sharp nails actually.

In fact, there was blond and black hair that almost covered his other eye, and even then Dipper could see the small eyepatch he kept over that. The other was dressed in nice, fitting clothes, and it looked rather nice to see clothes that fit the other. Yet the sight of the grinning demon who had unnaturally sharp teeth and the claws that thankfully stopped digging in when he opened his eyes.

"You look what you see?"

Bill got a glare for his words, and Dipper felt his teeth start to chatter as the cold start to set into his bones. He stared and looked away, suddenly more exhausted than ever. He needed a lot of sleep, and he wished that he could go and lay in bed, away from this demon.

"I hate you." Dipper just ended up mumbling, looking at Bill once more before shutting his eyes once more.

There was a moment for silence until there was nothing more than the sound of rain and the rustling of clothing. It was another second before there was the feeling of warmth around his shoulders and Dipper found himself pressing into it even though there was the feeling of claws that gently scraped across his shoulders.

He wondered how Bill managed to take off his coat with one of his hands free, but that wasn't the most pressing thought on his mind with how cold he was. Bill's new body was already soaked through, but he didn't seem to mind the cold at all.

Dipper didn't really have a care about if Bill was cold, though he was wondering how the other managed to be so kind one moment and cruel another. The only thing he could come to the conclusion of was that he was actually useful to the other, he just didn't know how. Not yet.

"Your hand's bleeding." Bill muttered, leaning against the tree and tugging Dipper closer. The only sign the demon was cold was the slight shake in his arms. Dipper obliged after a moment, seeing his breath form before him.

"Who's fault is that?" Dipper snapped back, unable to help himself once more before he tried to tug his hand away from Bill. It didn't do him any good.

"Come on, Pine Tree, don't be so bitter." Bill spoke, suddenly, and not too gently, grabbing Dipper and pulling him against the blond. Dipper made a small noise of protest as he felt himself pressed against hard muscles of Bill's chest.

"I'm not bitter." The warmth was too much to resist, and Dipper found himself melting against the other. Were those abs? Dipper brushed those thoughts away.

"You are." Bill muttered back, since apparently they were being quiet. "It's okay, I'd be bitter too. I am, actually. We should get out of the rain."

Dipper glanced up at the sky, well really the leaves on the trees, and shrugged. He wasn't going to be bringing them back to the Mystery Shack, that was for sure.

"We should." Dipper agreed softly. "Why? Why all this?"

Bill didn't answer, but suddenly the arm that was around his shoulders went to grip tightly at Dipper's injured wrist. Even the slightest touch on the broken bone made Dipper hiss in pain, but it wasn't as though he could pull away.

"Why do you insist on trying my patience with nonsense questions you won't understand?" Bill hissed, applying just a little more pressure to the broken appendage. "Stop asking questions your pitiful human brain won't comprehend, and shut up. You're lucky I've been this patient with you. I don't mind dragging around a corpse."

Dipper's eyes stared open for a moment before he looked away from Bill. He hated this, he hated the demon, he hated himself for being so weak that he got trapped.

"Let go." Came his reply, almost unheard of over the sudden rumble of thunder. Bill gave one final squeeze before he did let go, and went as far as to take a step back from the human.

"We need to get out of the rain."

Bill repeated the sentence he said earlier with no trouble, as though they hadn't gotten into a fight and Bill threatened his life. Though Dipper supposed it was better that it was him over his sister.

"I'm not bringing you to the Shack." Dipper spat, knowing the angle the other was trying to get at. "I'd rather die in the woods."

"That can be arranged." Bill snapped back, this time his free hand going to snap out and wrap around Dipper's neck. "If you don't stop whining I will break that pretty little neck of yours. How long do you think it'll take Shooting Star to come and try to find you? I'm a patient demon, I can wait for her instead of you."

Gasping quietly, there was no real pressure on his neck besides a small amount right on his airflow. Bill hardly had to press and Dipper's breathing was suddenly very restricted. His free hand went to hold Bill's wrist, as though that would make the sadistic demon pull away.

"I'm not…" He had to pause to get more air. "Afraid of you."

He really wasn't. Dipper had beaten Bill too many times for him to be afraid of the other. True, he wished Mabel was with him, since they made the best team, but it wasn't something that was a priority. He could and would defeat Bill on his own.

Though suddenly the demon was laughing, letting go of Dipper and ignoring the others gasps for air. Dipper's throat was going to be so sore, more than likely going to have bruises as well.

"Oh, that's so cute Pine Tree." Bill cooed as though talking to a child. His fingers left Dipper's neck, slowly trailing up to grab the others chin and force their gazes together. "I'll let you know this, since I think your pathetic mortal mind can comprehend this. If I die, or get vanquished, or whatever you're already planning, you're getting dragged down with me."

He raised their joined hands, ignoring the hiss from Dipper at the motion and how the other tried to get away. There was still no progress made by the brunet.

"Until death do us part, and in demon marriage, when one dies so does the other. You'll never escape me, Pine Tree."