Encounters in a dark alley

Disclaimer: I don't own the guys from Supernatural or their show but I do so like to err play with em.

CHAPTER 12

Dean watched the demon move around a thoughtful look on his face, for the last hour the creature virtually ignored him. 'Hey evil-dude my nose is itching and it's driving me crazy can you scratch it for me?' He yelled, tied to an armchair he couldn't move his arms or legs and the itch was just beginning to make him feel like screaming. 'Come on evil-dude help me out, just undo one hand but I can't stand it any longer.'

The possessed man turned from the bench he was working at and stared down at Dean a small cold smile playing on his lips. 'So it's driving you crazy is it?'

'Yeah, come on dude this is cruel, scratch it for me.'

'And what will you do for me in return?'

'What the? What ... you want something from me because I want you to scratch my nose? Screw you.'

'Yes then I have my answer and you have yours, no!' The man turned and started working again, keying data into his computer every so often.

'Okay, okay what do you want?'

'Ha! Even the heroic Dean Winchester, warrior and protector, has a price when it comes to an itchy nose.' The Master Demon laughed while he sauntered over to his prisoner. 'This is just too precious.'

'Yuck it up dark-boy.' Dean growled his face heating with the indignity of it all.

'You know Dean, Sam may be the psychic one of the two of you but you ... you are in a league all of your own.' The demon cooed cupping Dean's chin in his hand and forced him to look up, their stares locking in that instant. With a flick of a finger one of the restraints fell from Dean's wrist freeing him enough to ease the itch; but, before Dean could do anything else the demon gripped his arm tightly lifting it up to his mouth he brushed his lips over the calloused palm.

'What the fuck do you think you're doing?' Dean demanded pulling on his wrist trying to free his hand from the iron-like grip.

The demon sighed and casually laid Dean's arm back down on the armrest the ties flying up of their own volition the ends tying together, trapping him once again. Then the man possessed by the creature dropped to his knees in front of Dean, a look of unadulterated lust on his face. Panicked Dean pushed hard against the back of the chair, although the more he pushed and struggled the tighter the restraints became until they cut into his skin.

'It is not worth struggling Dean, you will only hurt yourself more.'

'Get the fuck away from me ... Dude ever thought of using breath freshener?'

'Always the joker until the end aren't you.'

'Dunno about the joker but I get by.'

'Tell me Dean what did you think of your brother's weakness? Of how easily he took to the drugs I gave him?'

'He had no choice in the matter ...'

'Do you know ... has he told you exactly what happened when he disappeared?'

'Don't know what you're talking about.'

'Hmm let me tell you a bedtime story that will keep you awake with night-terrors.' The demon conjured a chair and sat next to Dean, his fingers idly running down the young man's arm. 'Taking your brother was easy, he is so gullible; someone in trouble and bang he's there wanting to help.'

'That's Sammy.' Dean sighed with a shake of his head.

'Did I say you could interrupt?' the Demon snapped with a wave of his hand a gag appeared tied tightly around Dean's head and mouth effectively silencing him. 'So where was I? Oh yes, planted a seed and it took fruition, gave him an assault victim while you were checking out false information. He bent down and he was mine. For the first night, he cried, whimpering like a baby each time he received his dosage. Begging me, it was quite pitiful really.' The demon pretended to wipe a tear from his eye as he continued, 'but then he took to it like a baby to milk, wanting it, calling for it, begging me, that he would do anything just for a small taste.'

Dean snarled deep in his throat, and tried to force the gag from his mouth as his anger built but he could only sit and listen.

'The men did enjoy playing with him, in all sorts of ways. I must admit that there were times when I don't think he even knew what they were doing to him but believe me Dean it was quite entertaining. Your brother is a very special and very well-built young man.'

The demon reached over and started to knead and stroke Dean's thigh as he finished recanting Sam's horrors in minute detail. 'Amazing is a good word to describe your brother as a victim, he can take his punishment though he does have a penchant for bursting into tears. Unfortunately, though, I do have a deadline to work with so I had to relinquish him to the underbelly of the city where you were bound to find him. Gave you enough crumbs and you followed just like a good little soldier.' The Master stood up and sighed 'of course you know the rest of the story but I thought it only fair for you to know just how much your brother did in order to get his next fix. It will help with what is going to happen over the next few days as we prepare.'

Dean glared up at him silently, not really wanting to know what the demon was on about.

'The ceremony will begin with the full moon in two days, and then it will be complete ... the end of the Winchester Hunters and the reign of our Dark Lord will begin.'

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After two attempts Sam managed to climb to his feet and prop himself up against the wall, absently he scratched at his forearms as he stared down at the shattered syringe and the dried stain of the drugs. 'I can do this.' Became his new mantra as he started to pace the perimeter of the room, one hand running along the wall for support, as he kept moving around, one lap merging into another.

His stomach ached and burnt, the symbol continued to rise and burn through the layers of his flesh. 'Bugs!' He cried as he tore at his chest and stomach, his fingernails dragging across the burn, but in his frenzied state, the pain didn't register in his mind. All he could think about was the bugs crawling inside him just under the skin. Jumping he span around and stared wildly at the room, wanting to hide from the shadowed figures hovering over him, 'leave me alone.' He screamed lifting his arm to cover his face, 'please leave me alone.' Pressing himself flat against the wall, he spread his arms out to the sides trying to keep as flat and as inconspicuous as possible, his eyes wide and wild flickering around the room to make sure he was alone, alone except for the shadowed figures haunting him, waiting for him to die so they can take him and consume him.

Hyperventilating, Sam wanted to disappear into the plaster and brick before the talons of the shadows gouge out his eyes. Sweat ran down his face and body, drenching his remaining clothes, and matting his hair even more. Where was Dean? Why wasn't he with Sam?

'Fuck you Dean.' Sam screamed he watched Dean suddenly appear shimmering in his line of sight, until he was standing opposite him, just out of reach, a look of disgust on his face but his laughter cut through Sam, destroying the last of his grip on his sanity.

'What a waste Sammy, you could have done so much but now, now you're just a pathetic junkie.' Dean taunted him as he laughed even harder. 'Look at you, you don't have the right to call yourself a Winchester now, you're a baby. A little cry-baby Sammy, Sammy the cry-baby.'

'Fuck you Dean.' Sam wept shaking his head in disbelief, 'why did you leave me?'

'Leave you? Why would I stay with you?' Dean said winking he turned and walked away, 'call me when you grow up cry-baby Sammy.'

'Dean ... Dean!' Sam roared repeatedly until his voice disappeared, replaced with a hoarse inaudible whisper. His thin frame wracked with great heaving sobs gave way and his knees buckled, causing Sam to fall face down to the floor. Winded, he lay there for a moment and then gradually pulled himself up and crouched against the wall, curling as tightly as he could into a ball, he wrapped his arms around his knees and rocked himself backwards, and forwards, his face buried against his knees. All he wanted was to disappear, to fade away forever.

TBC