Chapter 10


Dean's luck wasn't so good today. Half way through the ride, the demon had awoken in the trunk and started banging on the door, begging to be released. Dean's grip only tightened on the steering wheel with determination set in his mind as he kept thinking about Sam.

Dean came to a halt right outside the motel where he and Sam were staying at. He parked the car, and shut off the engine, putting his keys in his pocket. He opened the door and stepped out, closing it behind him feverishly as he rushed to the trunk and opened it.

The demon actually looked scared. Her eyes were wide with fear as she looked up into Dean's face. "Come on Dean! You don't want to do this!"

Dean scoffed as he pulled her out of the trunk and slammed it shut. "Really? And why not?" Dean prodded as he pushed the demon toward his room.

"Because if he drains me of my blood, you'll have to sit there and watch wont you? And seeing it with your own eyes will ruin you almost as much as it's ruined him." She said with a coy smile.

"Then why don't you smoke on outta that meat, if you know you're about to get your blood drained?" Dean questioned curiously.

She laughed a throaty laugh and replied with a cocky smile, "Because I want to watch this break you."

Dean stopped pushing and looked down at his feet sadly. He hated to admit it, but this demon was right. He would have to watch Sam drink the demon blood to be sure that he did get better. And seeing it with his own eyes would make it all the more real.

He had seen it once, but at the time Sam had only drank a little bit. This would be so much more different because Dean would be condoning this.

Dean sighed when his brother and Lucifer came to mind. Lucifer had said that Sam was barely human anymore. Even Sam had said it.

But Sam wasn't really acting different. Sure there was the demon blood thing, but besides that he was still Sam. Not some creature that Castiel had once said he would become.

Dean then continued to shove the demon toward his room with an emotionless face. His mind was made up, he had to save Sam.

Dean opened the door shakily and then continued to push the demon inside the room. He shut the door behind him and looked around the room for his brother. His heart jumped to his throat when he saw Sam on the floor shaking.

Dean didn't think twice, he pushed the demon toward his brother and then pulled out the demon killing knife from his waistband. The demon began to laugh as Dean sliced deep into its arm, causing its blood to run from the wound and onto the floor.

Sam was lying on the ground with his eyes opened only a crack. He had just awoken from unconsciousness, and his mind was a little fuzzy. But he was so cold.

Something wet dripped into his slightly agape mouth, and he swallowed reflexively. His eyes rolled to the top of his head in sheer ecstasy as he moaned with delight. He looked up and saw that Dean was holding a bleeding demon over his mouth.

Its blood dripped all over his face and some drops landed in his mouth. He turned his head away from it, letting it drip onto his cheek and then run down to his ear and hairline.

"No." He said weakly as he forced his eyes shut. He didn't want it; he wanted to prove himself wrong that he was something less than human.

Dean pushed the demons' arm closer to his brothers' face, earning him a grunt of annoyance from the demon, but he ignored it. "Come on Sam." Dean pleaded.

Take it! Cried the voice in Sam's head angrily. "No!" Sam said defiantly more so against the voice than Dean. Take it, NOW!

Dean couldn't take his brothers' stubbornness anymore. If he didn't take this, then he would die. Dean then tightened his grip on the demons' arm, and pulled it down so that the bleeding wound was now on Sam's lips.

At first, Sam resisted. He kept his mouth shut against the offering. But his eyes opened and sent a pleading look to Dean, whose face so solid, and emotionless it almost scared Sam.

Then, a drop of blood landed in the corner of his lip and slid into his mouth. And then another, and then another, they were landing to perfectly that he could actually taste it. Those drops did it for him, he couldn't bring himself to resist anymore.

Finding strength in the few drops that leaked into his mouth, Sam sat bolt up and grabbed the demons arm greedily. He lowered his head to its wound and began to suck, letting the blood flow into his mouth, and down his throat. Empowering him.

The demon turned her black eyes to Dean with a cocky grin, "told ya so." She said simply as she looked at Dean's horrified face as he never took his eyes off his brother.

Sam suddenly felt guilty and weak as he started to use his teeth to pinch out more blood. He had failed himself. He didn't even know what he was anymore.

This wasn't enough! A scraped up arm wasn't enough for his satisfaction. He lifted his head and saw the knife in his brothers' hand. Sam grabbed it from Dean's grasping hand, and then cut deep into the demons' throat. She made horrible choking noises as her body began to flash with a yellow light.

The blood flowed much easier and he found he didn't have to suck. He dropped the knife, and placed his hand on the demons' lower back to support her, and then lowered his head toward her bleeding throat with a look of desperation on his face.

When Dean saw Sam start to drink from the demons' throat, he wanted to cry, to scream, to do something other than sit there. But he couldn't. Dean wasn't really sure what his brother was becoming; what he was anymore.

Dean suddenly felt a presence behind him; he turned around and saw Castiel watching Sam with a look of pure sadness on his face.

"What do you want, Cas?" Dean asked, trying to keep his attention away from his brother. Castiel turned his gaze to Dean, but then back to Sam, who finally pulled away from the dead demon, gasping for breath.

Sam tossed the demon on the ground and then looked up at Dean and Castiel with a look of defeat on his face. It would have been effective for sympathy if he didn't look so haunting. His face, hands, his shirt, and his pants were all covered in blood, and his eyes were completely black.

Dean coughed uncomfortably as he looked upon Sam's face, "You good now?" He asked, trying to sound passive about the whole thing.

Sam took a slow relaxing breath and closed his eyes for a moment. To Dean's relief, when he opened them, they were their normal hazel. He nodded slowly, still not saying anything.

Dean and Sam's attention turned to Castiel who was standing behind them, still looking at Sam. "What's up, Cas?" Dean asked, aggravated.

Castiel finally turned his eyes to Dean and said, "I'm sorry."

Dean was taken aback, "For what?"

"Lucifer is not here." Castiel said sadly. "He never was."

Dean's eyebrows knit together as he looked at Castiel with confusion, "What do you mean?"

"The destruction that you have been following is not the work of Lucifer himself, but his demons. That's only a small fraction of his army, I'm afraid." Castiel replied as he stared at Dean non-blinkingly.

"Where's Lucifer?" Sam asked nervously.

Dean and Castiel looked over at Sam, and then back to each other. Castiel shook his head slowly.

"Nobody knows. After he was raised, he disappeared, which of course means, we must fear the worst."

"And what's the worst?" Dean demanded.

Castiel shrugged, "I'm not sure."

Whatever it was, it had to be huge because why would Lucifer just go into hiding right after being released?

Sam's eyes widened as realization struck him like a flying brick. He turned to Dean, "if Lucifer can tap into my head, then why can't I tap into his? I mean it's worth a shot right?"

"No way Sam!" Dean said angrily.

"Why the hell not? It's probably our smartest option!" Sam defended.

Dean rolled his eyes and looked at Castiel for support.

Castiel turned his soulful gaze to Sam and said, "I think this is the wisest thing to do."

Dean scoffed, "No! You're gonna get yourself killed!"

"No I won't, Dean! Let me do this…I have to." Sam begged, defeated.

Dean took a deep breath, and then ran his hand through his hair. "fine." He answered.

Sam nodded a thank you, and then looked down at his shirt. "Mind if we do this first thing tomorrow? My head's a bit fuzzy." Sam admitted sadly. He left out that his head was fuzzy from the lasting 'high' effect.

Dean nodded shortly, and then looked down at the dead body on the ground that once held a demon. "I'll take care of her." Dean said as he nodded toward the girl.

Sam nodded in thanks, and then disappeared behind the bathroom door.