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Chapter 4
"I think in the hospital I died. And when I died somehow I was turned into a demon," Dean said.
Bobby stared at Dean wide-eyed, but Sam just scoffed.
"I knew it. The unexplained anger, the avoidance and besides, my brother would never try to rape his own brother," Sam said a little angrily.
"Sam, I said I'm sorry."
"Yeah, and you think that makes things better? First you ignore me, then blow up in my face, and then you rape me? Sorry, Dean, but sorry doesn't cut it," Sam said angrily and walked out the room.
Bobby didn't have a clue as to what Sam was talking about, but he did understand that Sam was angry about something. He turned to Dean.
"What is wrong with you, boy?"
Dean shrugged, "I don't know, Bobby. I never meant to hurt Sam. You know me, I can't stand to see Sammy hurt. It's like I can't control it. I feel like I don't have any control over my own body. I know Sammy doesn't believe me because I don't sound like I'm sorry, but I am Bobby. Bobby, who could have done this to me and why?"
"My best guess? The King of Hell. And, why? I wish I knew, boy," Bobby said and walked out the room.
Sam sat on his bed crying. He was crying because Dean had hurt him and he was crying because Dean was a demon and that meant that he couldn't be around him anymore, right? Sam loved Dean, but he knew now that they could never be what he wanted.
"Sam?"
Sam looked up and saw Bobby. "What do we do, Bobby?" Sam asked, wiping his eyes.
"I wish I knew. This isn't something I've seen before."
"Isn't there something that can reverse what was done?"
"Kid, I wish I could tell you yes, but the truth is, I don't think so. In all my years, I've never encountered a spell or something that could reverse the effects of demons. Hell, I've never even seen a full-fledged demon before."
"So you're saying we gotta kill Dean."
"Sam, you're brother's a demon, now. He's evil. Pure evil."
"Dean's not evil, Bobby. I know it." Are you sure, Sam? After what he did to you? That would be considered evil, right? Sam thought to himself.
"I'm sorry, Sam. I wish I could tell you otherwise. But he is a demon, and his first instinct is to kill or some other evil thing. I can't let that happen."
"Just…just let me try and talk to him. Please, Bobby."
Bobby sighed, "Alright."
Dean was working on the Impala when Damien showed up.
"Dean."
Dean turned and saw Damien. Dean could tell who it was from the aura surrounding him and he immediately bowed.
"My lord, it is an honor to be in your presence."
Damien laughed inwardly. Perfect. He knows who I am even if he quite doesn't understand it himself. This is going perfectly according to plan. "Dean, I've come with some information. I have just learned that one of the hunters in this house, the one you considered a friend, is planning to kill you. You must kill him first."
Dean stood and faced Damien with black eyes, "Of course."
"This would be good for you to test out your new powers."
"It will be done, my lord."
Damien smiled and retreated to the shadows to watch Dean again. Dean walked into the house to locate Bobby.
Bobby heard Dean walk into the den and looked up and saw Dean's eyes.
"Dean? What's wrong?"
"I must kill you before you kill me. It is my Lord's command."
"Your lord? You mean the king of Hell?" Bobby asked backing up and discretely reaching for a flask of holy water.
Dean nodded and held out his hand causing Bobby to become pinned to the wall. The flask fell from his hands.
"Sam!" Bobby yelled.
Sam ran to see what was happening and saw Dean pinning Bobby to the wall. He quickly ran back upstairs to grab his own flask of holy water. Rushing back downstairs he splashed it onto Dean.
"Arggh," Dean growled. He turned to Sam.
Sam took several steps back, "Dean, it's me. Sam. Stop this, please? This isn't you. C'mon dude, take back control."
Dean growled at Sam and flung him into the wall.
"Dean, you don't wanna kill us. We're your family, remember?"
Sam kept talking to Dean trying to get Dean to stop. Dean stared at Sam for several minutes before he blinked several times and his eyes returned to normal. Sam and Bobby dropped to the ground.
"Sam?"
"I'm okay, Dean."
"I'm okay, too, Dean. Just in case you were wondering," Bobby gruffly responded.
"Bobby, I'm sorry. I can't control this. I don't know how."
Bobby just shook his head, "Dean, you almost killed me."
"But he didn't, Bobby," Sam replied.
"Curse those Winchesters," Damien yelled.
This should have been an easy kill. Dean should have killed Singer and that would have torn the reserve that Samuel felt for Dean and turned him away.
"Time for Plan B," Damien said as he slinked away.
Dean and Sam were in Sam's bedroom and Dean was pacing across the floor while Sam sat on the bed.
"Dean, stop please. You're making me dizzy."
Dean immediately stopped, "Sorry, Sammy. I just need to go."
"Go?"
"Yeah. I just know Bobby's planning on killing me. I can't let that happen. I don't want to leave you by yourself but I don't wanna die."
"Bobby won't hurt you, Dean."
"Yes, he will. I am a demon, and he's trained to kill demons."
"Yeah but you're family, Dean. Besides I don't think he really knows how."
"That didn't stop him from killing his wife when she was possessed. And knowing Bobby, he'll find a way."
Sam sighed. He kinda knew that Dean was right; Bobby will find a way to kill Dean. He didn't want Dean to die either, but he didn't want him to leave either. But he knew it was for the best.
"You're right, Dean. As much as I love you and don't want you to leave me, Bobby will find a way to kill you as long as you remain here."
"We could always go on the run together," Dean suggested.
"Dean, you know Bobby. He would track me down, and drag my ass back here and then kill you. But before you go, I need to tell you something."
Dean sat next to Sam on the bed, "What is it, kiddo? You're not afraid of me are you?"
Sam shook his head, "No, Dean. You're my big brother. I know you'd never hurt me. What I want to tell you is…I love you, Dean."
Dean smiled, "I love you too, bitch."
Sam sighed. He stood up and shut the bedroom door, "Not what I mean, jerk."
"What do you mean?"
Sam sighed again, "I mean…Dean, I am in love with you. Now just hear me out before you call me a sick, twisted freak. I am in love with you and have been ever since I was fifteen. I've dreamed of kissing you, making love to you every day. This is the main reason why I left to go to college. When you, uh, when you…you know, I had wanted that for a long time. I just didn't like the way you did it. Anyway, I just wanted to let you know that before you left. And I had a small favor to ask before you leave."
"What is it, Sammy?"
"Make love to me?" Sam laughed nervously.
Dean chuckled and stood up. Grabbing Sam by his shirt collar, Dean crushed his lips to Sam's.
When they parted Sam asked, "You don't think I'm a sick, twisted freak?"
"If you are, then I am too. I have been feeling the same way since you were fifteen also. It just seemed that my baby brother was suddenly so sexy and I didn't understand where these feelings came from. Anyway, I was kinda glad that you left for college even though I acted like I was upset."
"Dean?"
"Yeah?"
"Shut up and kiss me, please."
Dean laughed and kissed Sam again. Sam wanted more and opened his mouth silently encouraging Dean to enter, which he did. Dean tugged on Sam's shirt and they parted long enough for the shirts to be torn from the bodies. Dean led Sam to the bed and laid Sam down so that Dean was on top. Dean placed kisses all down Sam's body. Sam moaned and writhed underneath him.
"Dean…gotta…"
"What, Sammy?" Dean whispered.
"Need you…need you now," Sam moaned.
Dean chuckled, "Soon, baby boy."
Dean went back to kissing Sam pulling on and sucking his lips. He positioned himself so that their jean covered cocks were slightly rubbing against each other. Sam moaned louder.
"Please, Dean."
Dean latched his hands onto Sam's hips and dragged the jeans and boxers down and off. Leaning in between his brother's legs, Dean put Sam's cock into his mouth and sucked.
"Oh, God!" Sam screamed.
Dean sucked a little harder then removed his mouth and licked his way up the shaft, nipping slightly. Sam moaned and writhed and tried to buck his hips, but Dean held his hips in place before putting him back in his mouth.
"God, Dean! So…"
Dean picked up a steady pace and it wasn't long before he felt his brother tense.
"Gonna…Dean, gonna…" Sam managed before he shot his load into his brother's mouth.
Dean continued to suck his brother's cock until he was done shooting his load and swallowed and smiled at his brother.
"Now, Dean. Need you now," Sam moaned.
Dean nodded and shucked his jeans and climbed on the bed but stopped, "Shit."
"What? What's wrong?" Sam whimpered.
"Shh, Sammy. I just realized I don't have any lubricant."
Sam blinked in confusion a couple of times, "Bag…jar of Vaseline."
Dean nodded and turned to get Sam's bag and fumbled until he found the jar of Vaseline. Climbing back on the bed, he greased his fingers and after pushing up Sam's legs into his chest, Dean let one finger slide in.
"Shit, Sammy. You're so fucking tight."
"I was kinda hoping what you…Holy cow! What the fuck was that?" Sam screamed as Dean hit a bundle of nerves causing him to jerk.
"Like that?" Dean asked as he slid another finger inside.
Sam nodded jerkily. Dean penetrated his brother and worked up to three fingers.
"'M good, Dean. Please, now?"
Dean nodded and positioned Sam's legs around his waist. Slowly he entered Sam. Going inch by inch.
"You can go…quicker…don't mind," Sam panted and grimaced from the pain.
Dean shook his head, "No, we'll go slowly. I hurt you once, not gonna do it again."
Dean finally sheathed his whole cock inside Sam and relaxed.
"Dean?" Sam moaned.
Dean moved. Withdrawing and slamming back inside. He aimed for that bundle of nerves he found earlier.
"Shit! So…fucking…good," Sam bucked his hips as Dean hit it.
"Like that, Sammy?"
"Do it again."
Dean obliged and hit it again.
"Fuck, Dean! Do it again, harder!"
So Dean continued to go faster and harder, aiming for that spot every time. Dean saw Sam grab himself and begin to massage his cock and that nearly sent him over the edge.
"Shit, Sammy. Gonna…"
"Me, too," Sam nodded.
Dean continued slamming into Sam until he felt himself come inside Sam. Sam was shooting his load not soon after coating his hand and his and Dean's chests. Sam opened his eyes and saw Dean's.
"Dean?"
"Yeah, Sammy?"
"Your eyes…they're black."
Dean removed himself out of Sam and calmed his body. His eyes turned back to normal. "Did that scare you?"
"No."
"Good. We're gonna need a shower, kiddo."
Sam laughed, "I know."
"Go ahead. I will take care of the sheets."
Sam nodded and headed to the shower. After both Sam and Dean took a shower, they lay together in the bed.
"I love you, Dean. Don't forget that."
"I love you too, bitch."
"Jerk."
TBC...
Again wasn't too sure about some things in this chapter but hope you enjoyed it.
