Disclaimer: If I owned Supernatural, Sam and Dean would never be allowed to wear shirts
Dean is 21, almost 22. Sam is 17. (NOT WINCEST!!!)
WARNING: violence and sexual assault, non-graphic
There's a huge revelation in this chapter so i hope you enjoy!
Enjoy chapter fourteen!
Okay... what am I looking for again?
Dean was literally walking randomly through the town. He had no idea why he told his father he would stay to investigate further. Yes, it was a feeling, but it was a feeling with no evidence for basis.
The exorcism was over. There were no more demonic signs in the area or signs of anything else.
So why was Dean so restless? Why was there this nagging feeling that Dean was overlooking something vital.
Dean passed by the house where the exorcism took place. Dean stared at the house for a moment, recalling the exorcism. There wasn't anything strange about it. Just another day in the job.
He continued to walk down the street, pondering what he should do now. With really no idea what he was looking for, how was he supposed to look?
Dean looked up into the sky with an annoyed expression. "C'mon... Give me something!"
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The yellow-eyed demon rubbed his hands all over Sam's body. He traced the edges of the old burn scars on his side and arm, he caressed the stretch marks on his leg... every blemish he caressed and fingered with pleasure.
As he traced down the scar across Sam's face, Sam started to sob. The staring demons and the naked on pressed on top of him was starting to become too much for the young man's fragile psyche.
The yellow-eyed demon was caressing the nape of Sam's neck when he felt the scars there. He painfully pulled Sam's head up, electing a gasp from him, and stared at the scars there. The words 'Freak' and 'Village whore' were etched there.
The demon chuckled as he placed Sam's head back down. "Freak? Village whore? If only those simpletons knew..." The demon leaned down and whispered in Sam's ear, "I really didn't mean for you to end up in that situation... but I suppose it was inevitable." The demon sat back up, straddling Sam's chest. "You see, sex is a show of domination. Whoever has the power, whoever is causing the pain, is the one in charge. After today, you will see that you are truely at the bottem of the food chain."
The demons circled around them begun to chant. It was a gutteral language, the rhythm of the chant seemed to reverbrate around the room, shaking it's occupants.
The yellow-eyed-demon clutched Sam's head between his two hands. "You are mine, you dirty little slut. And it's about time I showed you why." The demon squeezed Sam's head.
Sam's eyes widened as dark tendrils seemed to stab his mind, reaching and dominating his brain. He screamed as white hot pain exploded in his head, everything around him darkening and morphing...
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Sam was floating. He was in a dark room, moonlight the only source of illumination.
A couple were in bed, amongst the throes of ecstasy. Their moans filled the room, their love obvious and intense. Sam almost felt jealous at the obvious affection the couple shared. It was an affection he knew he'd never feel.
The room blurred again. When it cleared, it was the same room, but now the couple were asleep. The woman's breathing changed as she woke. She looked at her partner before throwing the covers back and climbing out of bed.
The room blurred again and cleared to a hallway. A toilet flushed and the woman walked out, her eyes still filled with sleep. She was walking back to her room when the light at the end of the hallway flickered. She frowned as she stepped up to it and tapped it a few times. The flickering stopped.
Sam frowned at all of this. Why was the demon showing him this? What possible significance could it have?
"Hmm..." The woman shook her head at the light. She turned to go back to the bedroom when a clatter sounded from the lower level. Her brow furrowed. She slowly walked down the stairs and into the living room where the sound came from. Sam seemed to have no control over his form as it followed her.
A man stood in the middle of the living room.
"Who the hell are you!?" the woman asked angrily.
The man turned and raised an arm. She stiffened. Suddenly, her eyes started to liquefy. She opened her mouth to scream but nothing came out. Her eyes melted out of her sockets before the man flicked his wrist and her head twisted, breaking her neck.
Sam wanted to throw up at the murder he just witnessed. He wanted to shut his eyes and block out the pathetic body laying limp and blood on the floor. But he couldn't. The show wasn't over yet.
The man bent down over the woman and held a hand over her lower stomach. Suddenly he plunged his hand into her lower abdomen, reaching for something.
When he pulled his hand back out, his hand was bloody but the woman's body looked untouched where the man had penatrated her. The man looked at his hand and smiled. "You are mine."
The room blurred. When it came into focus, the man was gone and it was early morning.
A young boy crawled down the staircase. He looked to be three or four years old. He was smiling happily as he made it to the bottem of the stairs and quickly ran foward.
The boy froze a few feet away from the body. His eyes widened at the sight of his mother's ruined body. "M-mommy..." the little boy whimpered. The boy's face twisted in fear and confusion as he screamed. "MOMMY!!"
A sense of dread and fear creeped into Sam's mind as he watched the scene unfold before him. Pieces of an impossible puzzle started to piece itself together.
Liquified eyes... broken neck... a little boy finding her body in the morning...
"Oh god..." Sam breathed.
That little boy was Dean. And the woman laying dead before him... was his mother.
'You are mine,' the demon's voice echoed.
Sam stopped breathing.
That woman was Sam's mother.
Sam screamed.
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Dean continued to walk around the neighborhoods, looking for, listening for, feeling for, anything out of place.
It took a lot sooner then he expected it to.
He remembered the empty lot at the end of a street, near where the exorcism was. Dean remembered it because it was between two other houses, and he thought it strange that no one ever built there.
He had just walked passed it.
It wasn't empty.
Instead a small stone structure was there. It was about the size of a small house, perfectly cubical. No decoration whatsoever. If Dean hadn't been curious, he would have thought it was just a giant block of stone.
But considering it hadn't been there the previous day, Dean was damned curious.
Dean circled it, running his hand along the smooth surface. When he reached the northside of it, he saw a small square hole cut out of it.
So the inside's hallow, Dean thought. He frowned. He could hear a low murmur coming from the small window. It was barely audible, but there.
The question is... how do I get inside? There was no door or any other opening. Which suggested that whoever housed themselves in there was supernatural in nature.
Dean quickly thought up of a plan and headed back to the motel. I'll do it tonight when I won't attract any attention.
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Sam sobbed pitifully. The images of Dean's dead mother, (my mother...) refused to get pushed to the back of his brain. His brother's cries (brother... my real brother...) echoed in his head, stabbing him with every wretched scream.
The demon smiled. "I'm sorry, little one," he said mockingly. "I had to show you. You had to know your true roots in order for you to eventually reach your full potential."
Sam didn't understand it and he didn't care. All he wanted to do was die now. He had killed his mother, his own mother... he ruined his father and brother's lives... how much more suffering must he cause before it finally ends...?
A blunt object ghosted over his entrance and Sam was slammed back down into reality. His body shook as he remembered the demon's earlier words.
"It's time to establish the food chain, pet," the demon said with a smile. He plunged forward, burying himself deep with one thrust.
Sam screamed at the burning pain. Sam had forgotten how much this hurts. He had forgotten the searing pain...
The demon pounded, in and out and in and out... the pain never ebbing. Sam's cries were reduced to whimpers as he was speared over and over again.
It seemed to go on forever, the accelerating tempo of the demon's thrusts, the bruising grip on his hips... but finally, the demon shook and burning warmth spread into Sam's body.
The demon extracted himself and bent down to examine the entrance. He tisked. "You're bleeding..." The demon shrugged. "Well, I can't patch you up until my servants have their fill with you.
All at once, the other demons closed in on them, hands already snaking out and caressing Sam's flesh, making him sob.
The yellow-eyed demon sighed. "Have fun, but don't cause too much damage. We just need him to know where his place is." With that, the demon vanished.
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