Bound Together

Summary: Dean was Alistair's most beloved student for a reason. Fic on what Dean did in Hell and the consequences he has to deal with after he's pulled out...and the fact that his brother starts looking at him -and touching him!- in ways he shouldn't. First half of the story is set in Hell and there's DW/OFC. Eventually DW/SW -when DW's alive and kicking- and Evil!SW towards the end.
Sorry! I know I suck at summaries! If you want, you can suggest a better one as the story progresses!
A/N: My muse's been pretty creative and this is going to be a really 'really' long story -meaning lots and lots of chapters.
Rated: NC-17
Setting: Season Four

Characters: Dean, Sam, Alistair, Ruby, Bobby Singer, Castiel, OFC, OMCs
Genres: Angst, Torture, Horror, Hurt & Comfort, Romance
Warnings: BDSM, Rape/Non-con, Dub-con, Threesome, Torture, Language, Violence
Disclaimer: Don't own them…just writing for fun!

Chapter 10: Her Deal

Alistair noticed how happy Dean had been lately and felt pleased with the way things were going. All the pieces were falling into place, just like he'd imagined, and he'd be breaking two for the price of one. Dean still needed to work on one last thing, though.

"Hello, kiddo. How's it going?"

"Just fine," he replied hesitantly.

"What about that little toy of yours? Having a good time with her?"

"Sure I am!"

"Glad to hear that. By the way, good job breaking her. Dash failed miserably, good to know you didn't," Alistair said patting him on the back "Now, how about her progress? Has she put any souls on the rack yet?"

That was the question Dean had feared all along. He knew he was in trouble and that there was no point in lying to Alistair. Actually, he was pretty sure his master knew exactly what was going on.

"Erm...not yet...still working on it," he replied hesitantly.

"Ok, but don't take too long. Remember, now that she's off the rack, she has to put souls on it. Help her out if she needs a little nudge, make her assist you, help her get used to the trade…but make sure she starts doing her job."

"Sure, I'll do that. Thanks for the advice."

Dean couldn't believe how close it'd been. Alistair had obviously turned a blind eye and he didn't know why. Not that it was particularly relevant at the moment. They'd miraculously gotten away with it so he decided it was time she took up a knife and started slashing.

When he was done torturing the poor bastard on the rack, he headed immediately to his room. He took long strides and travelled through the dark tunnel leading outside the torture chambers. He could hear souls screaming and begging for mercy and he just wanted to shut it all out so he quickened his pace.

He got to his room in no time and stepped inside, locking the door behind him. He found her sitting on the bed as usual, and approached her immediately. She stood up in response as if waiting for instructions. He walked towards the bed, sat down, and then looked up at her as he spoke "C'mere, baby, sit down."

She complied and sat next to him but then he looked at her in the eye and added "No, c'mere, sit on my lap." She did as she was told and he wrapped his arms around her before adding "Hug me back...please," with pleading eyes. She couldn't believe her own ears but she thought it best to obey and threw her arms around his neck and shoulders. He held her close to him and smelled her sweet fragrance while he rested his head on her shoulder and brushed soft kisses on her neck.

She was completely shocked by the events. It was as if he needed reassurance and help. He seemed so vulnerable and sad that for a second she wanted to comfort him and absently began stroking the back of his head. However, she immediately reminded herself of who he was and what he'd done to her, and quickly stopped her caresses. And yet, he didn't seem angry or disturbed by that action, he simply looked up at her and said "Thank you" with a small smile and sad eyes.

He then lay down on the bed and gently asked her to join him. She obeyed and he pressed his chest against her back, wrapped his arms around her and softly kissed her cheek. Then he rested his own cheek on hers and whispered in her ear "say you're mine, baby." Except that this time he didn't sound demanding or controlling, it was right the opposite, he sounded as if he needed reassurance.

She was totally confused and had no clue why he was acting this way but guessed it was safer to play along so she responded "I'm yours" just like he expected, and to add to her surprise, she heard him sigh in relief.

He noticed her confusion and realized her defenses were down –well maybe not exactly down but at least the walls didn't seem as high as usual– so he focused on her mind and started digging. He needed to know why she'd been sent to hell and was determined to find out then and there.

He dug deep inside her head and concentrated on the images that started flashing one by one before his eyes. First, he saw her driving a grey car and judging from the muddy and slippery road it'd been raining heavily. She was focused on the road, looking pretty tired and stressed out. The next thing he saw were the traffic lights turning red. She stopped, the lights turned green again, and she stepped on the gas, but suddenly a boy riding a bike came out of nowhere and somehow ended up right in front of her car. She instinctively braked and the car stopped violently.

Little by little, the images started coming to him more clearly. At first, they'd been like snapshots but now they were more fluid, more movie-like. He saw the fear in her eyes and her whole body going stiff as she buried her feet on the brakes as fast and hard as she could.

However, it wasn't fast enough…and the boy ended up on the hood. There was a loud thump and the noise of glass being shattered to a million pieces. She instinctively covered her head with her arms and once the noise died down, she removed her hands from her face and looked up front.

The second she came back to her senses, she felt panic kicking in. And yet, she didn't let it take the best of her. She forced herself out of the car and confirmed her worst fears: the boy had smashed his head against the windshield. Her hands were still trembling but she knew she had to get help and somehow managed to call 911. She talked to the operator and explained what had happened and where she was while she stared at the kid's blood covering the hood while the same three words resonated inside her head: "Oh, God, no!"

The ambulance arrived within minutes and the kid was taken to the hospital. She was still in shock but managed to get back in her car and follow the ambulance. She wasn't even thinking what she was doing, it was as if she was on some sort of automatic pilot and all she was aware of was the prayer escaping her lips begging for the boy to make it.

The kid was badly injured and although the paramedics did their best, they couldn't save him and he was dead on arrival. She saw the ambulance park outside the ER and stopped right behind it. And then, when she saw the look on the paramedics' faces, she realized what had happened and felt her heart sink.

She felt incredibly guilty even though the police officer who'd witnessed the accident had repeatedly told her it wasn't her fault. In fact, the kid was to blame for riding his bike through heavy traffic and ignoring the stop lights.

It all sounded perfectly reasonable and yet, she couldn't help feeling responsible for the kid's death. And then, everything got a lot worse when his parents showed up. His father was in a state of shock and his mother was crying hysterically, and when she found out that she was the one who'd hit her boy, she pointed her finger at her and repeatedly shouted "you killed my Mikey! You killed my baby!"

That was when she couldn't take it anymore and ran towards the alley next to the hospital. She cried bitterly feeling terribly guilty and wishing she could trade places with the kid. She was in such grief that she didn't notice the attractive woman in the black dress leaning against the wall. There was something off about her. Something about her eyes. She could almost swear they were…red.

The woman walked up towards her and asked what was wrong. At that point, she was a wreck, and spilled it all out. The woman seemed very understanding and patiently listened to her, and then she asked "so, you'd trade places with him right now if you could?"

"Of course I would. I'd do anything!"

"Ok, honey…granted!" the woman said laughing wickedly and unable to believe her own luck.

Suddenly, her eyes turned a vivid red and a smell of sulfur permeated the air. The demon approached her and kissed her lips before she had the chance to realize what she was about to do and stopped her.

She felt dry lips pressing against hers and was immediately shocked and disgusted. She pushed back in response, but had no idea what was going on or where she was anymore: she was no longer in the alley or the hospital, she was in a dark terrifying place instead, where people were screaming in fear and agony.

Dean was shocked when he realized what had happened to her. The poor girl had made a deal without even knowing it. She was in the pit and she didn't even deserve to be there. She'd traded her life for someone else's...and it hit a bit too close to home.

He felt disgusted with himself when he thought of all the terrible things he'd done to her. She was an innocent soul and he'd tortured her endlessly. Then he realized that perhaps that was the reason why he hadn't been able to sense her sins. She wasn't downstairs for being sinful, she was there because of her deal. He held her even tighter and felt a tear running down his face. She looked at him with confused and concerned eyes and he stroked her face. "Geez, you're so perfect, I won't let anyone hurt you, I promise...I'll always protect you" and he meant it.

TBC

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Soon…

Chapter 11: His Offer

Alistair kept asking Dean about his pretty little toy and whether she'd started putting souls on the rack, and Dean knew he had to make her do it real soon…there was no more time left for games. Thus, when he was done with his daily duties and returned to his room to meet her, he knew he'd have to do anything to make her torture.

Characters: Demon!Dean, OFC

Warnings: explicit sex, violence