Me: Yes!

Max: What?

Me: I have finally finished this chapter. I swear it took me like forever. This one really decided to fight back alot. And They're close.

Max: You mean we gonna get some hot ass sex soon?

Me: Well I don't know about all that but yes there will definitely be some sex going on soon.

Max: Yes! Like maybe in the next chapter?

Me: Maybe.

Max: Enjoy this and please continue to review. Rogue might make it worth your while. :D

Chapter 4

The next morning when I woke dad was gone again. I figured maybe he just went for breakfast. I turned to Sam and found him staring at me.

"Dude, why do keep staring at me like that? It's fucking creepy. Do you need the bathroom or something?"

He shook his head. I went to the bathroom and took care of business. When I came out dad still wasn't back yet and Sam was still staring at me.

"Dude, seriously, you need to cut it out. I mean I know I'm pretty and all, but this is just friggin' creepy."

Dad soon came back with breakfast. "So dad, we gettin' outta here, yet?"

Dad shook his head, "Sorry Dean, but it looks like this salt, and burn gig is a lot harder than I expected.

I sighed, told ya. I needed to get outta here. I asked dad if I could go into town for an hour. He nodded and handed me the keys to my car. I drove out until I found a bar. I know it was a little too early for me to be drinking but I needed something to help me clear my head. I parked the car and went inside and sat on one of the stools.

"Hey there, handsome, what can I get'cha?"

I looked at the bartender. She was very pretty looking with her long black hair braided behind her. She was leaning over the bar table which allowed for her breasts to show. I licked my lips and waited for that urge to wanna fuck her crazy came. It never did.

"Uh, I'll just have whatever you have on tap," I said.

She nodded and lifted up from the table. I tried thinking about having her underneath me all slick with sweat, I tried to imagine myself inside her, and hearing her moans, but nothing worked. I wasn't getting worked up. She placed the beer in front of me and turned to help someone else. What the hell is wrong with me? I shook my head, finished my beer and after putting some money on the table I hightailed it outta there. I mean what was the sense of going to a bar if you're not gonna pick up women and get laid? By the time I made it back to the motel dad was waiting for me to hand over the keys which I did and laid down on the lumpy ass mattress.

"I'll be back some time tonight."

I just nodded. What the hell is wrong with me? Maybe it was just because it was early. That's all it is. It isn't 'cause I'm gay. Dean Winchester doesn't do gay.

"Dean?"

I looked up and saw Sam looking at me, "What?"

"I have to use the bathroom."

I sighed and sat up, "This better not be a trick, kid."

He shook his head, "No."

I groaned and stood up and walked over to the devil's trap. I used my toe to rub out a corner and he rushed to the bathroom. I sat back down on the bed. Soon I heard the toilet flush and the sink being turned on. There really was something about this kid that I couldn't put my finger on. Why is it that he uses the bathroom like a normal human but not only does he have yellow eyes, but devil traps and holy water work on him like he's a demon? Soon the door opened and Sam walked out. He started to head back into the devil's trap but I stopped him.

"Take a break, kid. Stretch your legs or something. I know you're getting tired of being in that thing."

"Why are you being nice to me?"

I shrugged, "Just am, and if I were you kid, I'd take the offer."

He shrugged and I saw him walk around the room a bit. I couldn't help but stare at his face. He sat down at the table and looked at me. He gave me a small smile that showed he had dimples and that went straight to my cock. I groaned. Not cool, Dean. Just get a grip over yourself. He is not cute. He is the son of the demon you are trying to hunt down.

"I won't hurt you."

I looked up, "What?"

"I won't hurt you. Just because I am Azazel's son doesn't mean I will hurt you."

"Who's Azazel and what the hell are you talking about?"

"Azazel is my father. You call him the Yellow Eyed Demon."

"So if you're his son, how do I know you won't hurt me?"

"Have I hurt you so far? I have never hurt innocent people. You think because I am his son that I will hurt you or something."

"Wait, you can read my mind?"

Sam chuckled, "No, but I can tell what you're thinking just by your expressions."

"Yeah, whatever genius. So, since we're talking tell me something. How come you don't know where your father is and why don't you hurt people?"

Sam hesitated again and I sighed.

"So what we talk when you feel like it, and when I ask you something you clam up? Regardless of what you might think, I won't hurt you."

Sam sighed, "I know you won't hurt me. You can't."

"Oh really? You think because you're a demon you're so damned tough?"

"I am not a demon…well not totally."

I stopped what I was gonna say and just stared at him. What? Just as I was about to ask I heard the rumble of the impala. I grabbed Sam and threw him into the devil's trap and made sure to fix it. I was just finishing as dad walked in the door.

"Hey, dad. Thought you said you'd be gone much later."

"Well, I finally got rid of that spirit and I got a call from Caleb. He said that he heard of some sightings of the Yellow Eyed demon. So pack up and let's go."

I grabbed my duffel and sneaked a glance at Sam and saw that he looked panicked. What's his problem?

I pulled into a motel in Palo Alto several days later. I was so tired even with the constant driver changes and for some reason I felt like I wanted to talk to Sam. Watching him from the rearview mirror he seemed to get more and more panicky as we got closer to Palo Alto. I wanted to know what was up with him. Yeah, right, Dean, like he'll tell you. You two will hold hands and he'll cry and tell you all his problems. Not gonna happen. I parked the car and dad got out to handle booking a room and I was left to get the bags and Sam.

"Room twelve," Dad said coming back and handing me a key. I nodded, "Why don't you head to that diner we passed and get us some food? I bet you're starving."

"Sure," I said climbed back behind the wheel. I drove to the diner fearing that when I came back Sam would be all beat up again. I needed to do something about that. Why? It ain't your problem. I realized that it pained me to see him beat up. Maybe I can talk to dad about it or something. I shook my head, yeah right, like that'll happen. I sighed as I entered the diner and ordered my food. After paying for the food I headed back toward the motel. I parked the car and headed toward the room when I heard Sam's screams and my dad's yelling.

"Dad, cut it out," I said as I opened the door and put the bag of food on the table. "You're gonna get us kicked outta here."

Damn, my dad really fucked Sam up in that short span of time I was gone. He was soaked to the bone in what I can only guess was holy water. His arms had several cuts, his left cheek was bruised, and he even had a split lip. I guessed that was because he was biting on his lip so hard.

"Where is he? I know he's here and I know you know where so tell me!" Dad screamed.

"Dad! Stop."

"Dean, back off."

"Dad, what do you think'll happen if the Yellow Eyed demon found out you murdered his son? And besides, if you kill the kid, how will you be able to track the demon?"

Dad sighed and dropped the knife he was holding, "You're right. If I killed him, I'd never have the chance of finding the demon. I'm going to meet with Caleb," he said putting on his jacket.

Once he left I sighed and looked at Sam, "You okay?"

"I'll live."

I walked to the bathroom and wet a washcloth with warm water and came out the bathroom and rummaged through the first aid kit for the antiseptic. I walked over to the chair where Sam was tied up and started cleaning him up.

"This'll sting a bit," I said as I dabbed antiseptic on his arms.

"Why are you helping me? Why are you being so kind to me?"

"Shh, don't talk, you have a split lip," I said placing the washcloth over his lip. After a few seconds I removed the washcloth and looked at him. Despite the bruise on his cheek he looked downright sexy. We stared at each other for a few minutes and then despite myself and my conscious telling me how wrong it was, I leaned forward and placed a light kiss on his lips. I leaned back and blushed. Really, Dean, you're blushing? You are such a friggin' girl.

"I, uh...don't know what came over me."

Sam just smirked, "Half demon," he said.

I looked at him confused, "What?"

"I am half human half demon."

"Are you friggin' kiddin' me? Is this some sort of joke?"

Sam shook his head, "No joke. The demon that you're father is searching for is my real father. My mother was human."

I sat back, "How the fuck does that work?"

"According to what I have been told, Azazel, or the Yellow Eyed demon as you call him, met my mom and they fell in love or so she thought. He then impregnated her and two years after they met, I was born. Azazel, by that time had returned to Hell. When I was five years old he came back and killed my mother and took me with him. He said that I was to learn the beauties of being a demon. Between him and other of his friends I learned about what I was and what I could do and they helped me perfect my skills. When I turned ten, I wanted to be done with it. I just wanted to be normal. My father came to me on my tenth birthday and told me that I was old enough to kill and he was gonna let me do my first solo kill. It made me sick. I ran away that night and have been on the run ever since."

"Wow, so, uh, why hasn't he found you?"

"Because I've been keeping myself hidden from him. I have the ability to cloak myself from people. That's how your father found me. I was trying to save this family and he saw me and thought I was trying to kill them."

I put my fist to my cheek, "Hmm. So, you've never killed anyone?"

Sam shook his head, "No. And just to tell you, I don't know where my father is. If he's here it will be very hard for me to keep myself cloaked from him."

I stood up and untied Sam from the chair and sat him down at the table. I went to the window to double check that dad wasn't coming back. I went back to the table and unwrapped the food that I had brought. I split my dish and half and gave some to him.

"Eat. You haven't eaten at all and I suspect that you're getting hungry."

"I have answered your questions, now answer mine. Why are you helping me?"

I shrugged, "I dunno. It's…you never seemed evil to me."

"You're not like most hunters are you?"

"Guess not. It's just that all my life I have been told that anything supernatural is evil and you need to kill it, especially when it comes to demons, but since I met you…I dunno, its…you just don't seem evil is all." Chick-flick anyone?

"I see. Well, thank you," Sam said picking up the cheeseburger.

TBC...