Decided to post a day early since I might lose power tomorrow due to a storm. Next chapter will be posted on Thursday.

Constructive criticism welcome!

*WARNING: Some mild wincest!

Sam woke up first, slowly opening his eyes. He yawned and sat up, nearly forgetting Deans cuffed arms were around him. He quickly froze before he pulled the demon out of sleep, literally. He fished through his pocket for the cuff key and carefully unlocked the cuffs.

Dean reflexively fisted and relaxed his hands before rolling over to continue sleeping. Sam smirked before pocketing the key and getting out of bed. He placed the cuffs on the nightstand before leaving the bedroom to get some coffee.

The first thing Dean noticed as he woke up was that he was alone. He shot up in bed to look at Sam's side of the mattress, empty. He tensed as he quickly got up and suddenly realized the cuffs were gone. He relaxed a bit as he followed the scent of coffee and hunter to the kitchen. He paused to lean against the kitchen door, watching Sam screw with the coffee machine. "You drink that shit?"

Sam jumped at the sudden sound of Deans voice. "Thanks for the damn heart attack! And yeah, I do."

The demon slowly sauntered over to Sam. He resisted the urge to wrap his arms around the hunter, unsure of how Sam would react and also because it was way to chick flicky for his likes. Instead he rested a hand on Sam's shoulder to look at the coffee maker. "Something wrong with it, other than the fact that it makes dirt soup?"

The hunter briefly glared at the demon. "It died after making one cup, damn thing!"

Dean sighed as he stared the machine down. "I got this." He gently pushed Sam over and placed his hands on the coffee maker before smacking it, hard.

"What the hell, Dean? You're gonna break it!" The demon smirked as the machine started working.

"Sure about that?" He asked, his voice cocky.

Sam gave the demon a nasty look before making himself another cup of coffee. "You got lucky. You could've just as easily broken it. Then I'd have to kill you."

The demon chuckled, "If only you knew how many things I've fixed using that same method." He stood behind Sam, his arms braced against the counter, caging the hunter in. His mouth inches from the hunters neck, "And I'd like to see you try, Sammy." Dean said, his voice low and husky.

Sam tensed and recoiled from the demon, his head lowered. As he stared at Deans hand on the counter, he was reminded that the demon was free. Uncuffed, he was so much stronger than the hunter, he could do whatever he wanted. Whether Sam wanted it or not. The hunter whimpered softly at the thought.

Dean frowned at the hunters sudden panic, but stayed where he was. "What're you thinking right now?"

Sam panted slightly as his anxiety rose at the question. What if the demon didn't like the answer?

"Sam, slow deep breaths remember? Take it easy." Dean whispered. "Now tell me why you're scared."

Sam did as he was told, some of his fear leaving. "I... I was thinking about how... " Sam paused nervously.

"Come on, Sam, you're doing good. What were you thinking about?"

"About how you're uncuffed."

Dean nodded, "What else?"

"That you're strong now. Stronger than me." Sam whispered timidly.

Dean sighed, "Still think I'm gonna hurt you, huh?"

Sam shook his head, "I didn't before but... The last time Zepar..."

"Was me." Dean finished, understanding. "How about this, you kiss me and you can go."

Sam's eyes widened. He lifted and turned his head slightly to look at Dean. "Why?"

"Because if you stay afraid of me then Zepar wins. I won't touch you, I swear. My arms will stay on the counter."

Sam sighed warily, he knew the demon was right. Zepar would be pleased to see this outcome from his last 'session'.

"If you really can't do it you don't have to." Dean offered, making sure the hunter knew he had a choice.

Sam suddenly felt determined. He slowly turned around and forced his anxious eyes to meet Deans, which were filled with anger and a bit of sadness. "You promise you won't touch me?" The hunter asked, his voice shaking.

Dean nodded, "Promise." Sam took a deep breath, trying to channel the confidence he had last night.

He warily touched Deans abs before fisting the demons shirt and pulling him in quickly for a kiss, before the hunter could overthink it and become too scared to do it.

Dean, with great effort, stayed passive and let Sam take charge. It was harder than it sounded, his demon instincts demanded he dominate the man and take control. He shut his eyes as he felt them turn black.

Dean groaned a bit as Sam's tongue grazed his lower lip before the hunter pulled away. The demon backed up, giving the hunter space as he opened his black eyes.

Sam tensed a little in response and leaned away, knowing the demons obsidian eyes could only mean one thing under the circumstances. Dean sighed, "I promise I won't do anything, Sam. I'm not Zepar, I'm not gonna force you to do anything."

Sam nodded, "I know Dean. I know, but I can't help that I still react." The demon nodded as his eyes returned to normal.

"I know. Just reminding you." The demon turned to open the fridge as Sam suddenly launched himself at the demons back, enveloping him in a hug. "Thanks, Dean."

The demon cleared his throat awkwardly, "You're welcome, kid. Now enough lovey dovey shit, I need breakfast!"

Sam laughed as the demon pulled out yet another pie for breakfast. "Seriously? Again?"

Dean smirked, "Damn right!"

Sam leaned against the fridge and watched as Dean sat at the kitchen table and began to devour his pie. The hunter bit his lip before saying, "Uh, Dean... Can I talk to you about something?"

The demon froze mid bite before shoving it in his mouth and replied, "Depends on what it is."

"I know you're against it but my plan could work. And once we have Zepar-"

"NO Sam. No, no, no, a thousand freakin times no! You are NOT using yourself as bait!" Dean yelled angrily.

Sam sighed, "In the end it's not your decision, Dean. It's mine. It's my life. I can get Cas to do it with me if you don't want to."

Dean shot up from the chair to stand glaring in front of Sam, his eyes black. "If you go behind my back with that angel, I'll kill him. You hear me? You are not doing this, you're not taking this risk. So much could go wrong." Dean said menacingly.

Sam's eyes widened before he lowered his gaze. "Why won't you just let me do this?" He asked meekly.

"Because I don't want to give that fucker another chance to hurt you. He can't get to you now because of the protections on this place, but out there he could take you. Torture you for real."

Sam shivered. "I know... But if we're successful I'd be free of him!"

Deans ebony eyes narrowed, "Key word is 'if'. I'm not letting you take that chance. If Zepar captured you I'd be... Unhappy."

Sam met the demons dark eyes. "'Unhappy', huh?"

Dean smirked, "Maybe a little more than unhappy."

Sam took two steps forward and laid his head on Deans shoulder, wrapping his arms around the demon.

Dean froze and sighed. "Sam... I don't hug. I'm a demon for hells sake."

The hunter smirked, "To bad. I'm human and sometimes we hug."

Dean rolled his eyes, suddenly glad that he didn't have this human impulse. He did have other impulses, though. He lowered his face to Sam's neck and gently kissed and licked him. Sam tensed. "What're you doing?" He whispered.

Dean smirked against the hunters neck. "Giving into MY impulses." He replied, his voice rough with desire. Sam's fear started revving up just as Dean backed away, his eyes still black. Though now for a different reason.

"I know you want Zepar. I want the fucker too, more than you know. The things I'd do to him... But you come first, kid. Your safety comes first. The answers no, even if Cas went with you."

Sam nodded, feeling slightly irritated. He knew his plan would work, knew it in his bones."Fine." He replied petulantly before storming out of the kitchen.

Dean leaned against the wall and sighed. Damn kid acted so much like a chick sometimes it made Dean wonder...