Next chapter will be posted on Wednesday.

WARNING: Wincest.

Enjoy!

Demon was totally focused on Sam as Dean bolted out of the kitchen. He was starting to think Sam was in shock or something. "Hey, stud. It's okay, it's me."

Sam was backing away, looking thoroughly freaked out. "H-how can you be real? You're in Deans head, how is this possible? How do I know it's really you and not... "

"... Zepar." Demon finished. He was gonna kill that fucker WHEN he and Dean caught him, not if. WHEN!

Sam flinched as his back hit a wall. As Demon reached out to touch him he cowered slightly. "C'mon stud, you know me and you know Zepar... "

Demon quickly snaked his hands behind Sam and pulled him away from the wall before cupping his ass and aggressively kissing the hunter, dominating his mouth.

Sam fought him for a few seconds before he gave in, loosing himself to Demons kiss.

By the time Demon pulled his lips away a minute later, Sam was panting.

"Does Zepar kiss you like that?" Demon whispered roughly.

"No." Sam gasped, out of breath.

"Good." Demon smirked, nipping Sam's lip hard, making the man moan. "By the way... Sammy... " Demon growled, his voice filling with menace. His eyes were sinister as he continued, "I never repaid you for cuffing Dean and me to the bed and lying to us."

Sam gulped, his fear rising slowly. "I-" Demon covered Sam's mouth with his hand.

"Shhh, no talking. Listen." He growled. "You also used my high sex drive against Dean. Very, very naughty stud."

Sam averted his eyes, feeling guilty at the memory.

Suddenly Demon smacked Sam's ass, really hard.

Sam jumped and yelped in surprise. "What... ?"

"Hush. You're lucky this is all you're getting." Demon growled before smacking his ass twice more. Demon let him go and walked to the fridge, leaving a confused and sore Sam standing there.

"What the hell was that?"

Demon pulled out a beer, pausing at Sam's question. "You endangered me, Dean and Castiel that night. But most importantly you endangered yourself. You deserved to be punished for that." Demon finally took a sip of his beer before quickly downing the whole thing. He exhaled happily. "I missed beer."

"I'm not a kid, Demon. You can't just spank me!"

Demon threw away his empty beer bottle before he walked up to Sam, giving him a licentious look. "No, you're definitely not a kid. Doesn't mean I can't spank that ass, Sam."

Sam glared daggers at Demon. "What if I don't want you too?"

Demon smirked, his black eyes glanced down quickly. "Your mouth says no but your body is begging for more, stud." Demon stepped into Sam's personal space, palming Sam's erection and snaking one arm behind him to stop his retreat.

Sam groaned softly as he instinctively leaned away from the sudden assault, his pupils dilated from arousal.

"You think Dean was rough? Baby boy, you have no fuckin idea. Dean doesn't even rank compared to me. He's only thirty percent demon, I'm at least eighty. Most of Deans aggression and dominance came from me. This is only the beginning, my hot little stud." Demon growled, his voice filled with lust.

He kissed Sam hard, claiming his mouth to get his point across. He bit the hunters lip before pulling away, just as Dean re-entered the kitchen.

Sam wobbled unsteadily as Demon let him go. Demon held on to his shoulder, keeping him standing straight as Dean watched them closely.

"Everything okay?" He asked Sam.

Sam nodded, "Yeah, great.", he panted lightly, glancing nervously at a smirking Demon.

Dean casually walked to the table, keeping his hard stare on Demon.

Dean nodded at a chair on the other side of the table. "Sit."

Demon reluctantly obeyed, obviously not wanting to.

Sam stayed off to the side, silently wondering which one would win if this went south.

Dean sat as he asked, "What do you want?"

Demon leaned back and gave a bored sighed. "Your questions get real old, Dean. Always the same ones."

"Answer 'em and maybe I'll stop asking." Dean shot back.

Demon snickered, his gaze a bit feral as usual. "I want to stay out, like this, for good."

Sam's eyes widened as he gulped anxiously. He was comfortable with and could handle Dean. Demon on the other hand... He was wild, uncivilized and always pushing Sam's boundaries to the limit. He didn't mind Demon sometimes, but full time?!

Dean sighed wearily and rolled his eyes. "How would this work? Am I weak when you're... Out like this? What's the side effects?"

"Other than you not feeling my needs anymore, there are no side effects that I know of. I can still feel your emotions and look in your head should I decide to. You might be able to do the same if you try hard enough. We're still connected, except now I've got my own body." Demon replied.

"That you know of?" Sam questioned.

"Ask that parakeet of yours, Carl or whatever. He can ask around. We aren't the first demon hybrid, Dean, and I'm sure we won't be the last. Not with how those demons like to party." Demon growled the last part, seeming angry. He shook his head, the emotion gone. "Sooo?" He stared at Dean.

Dean sighed wearily. "I gotta ask CAS about side effects. But you ain't sleeping in the bed!" He snapped firmly.

Demon put his hands up. "Easy, tiger. I prefer couches anyway. Not exactly the cuddling type." He smirked mockingly at Dean.

Dean tensed. "I'm going outside." He growled before briskly walking out and slamming the door.

Sam jumped as the sharp sound of a door slamming echoed through the house. Demons black eyes snapped to Sam at the sudden movement. "Why do you have to provoke him?" Sam snapped.

Demon smirked. "Because it's fun."

Sam tensed as Demon slowly stalked towards him, his eyes hungry. The hunter backed away, glaring hard at Demon. "You're not gonna do this all the damn time, are you?"

Demon stared at Sam for a moment before suddenly appearing behind him. He wrapped his arms around the hunter, locking him in place. "Why not?" He whispered in the mans ear.

Sam tried to bolt out of Demons arms as he felt the guy behind him suddenly.

Demon held him in place.

Sam's breathing became rapid as his fear increased. "Y-you need to let me g-go. Now." Sam stuttered.

Demons eyes narrowed as he slowly shook his head. "I don't think so, stud. You can take this. Remember what I told you, think of NOW. Not THEN."

Sam shivered fearfully as Demon started kissing his neck with surprising gentleness, all usual aggression gone for the moment. He slowly ran his hand down Sam's chest to his stomach, down further to his crotch.

Sam whined, half in fear, half in arousal.

"Who's touching you right now, stud?" Demon whispered.

Sam inhaled sharply as Demon started rubbing the crotch of his pants. "You are."

"Say my name. Who's touching you?" Demon whispered before nipping the back of Sam's neck.

"D-Demon." Sam moaned as Demon unzipped his pants and roughly grabbed his cock.

"That's right. Don't forget that." He growled, pressing himself against Sam's ass. "Take it easy, baby boy." He whispered when Sam jumped and the scent of fear increased.

"I c-can't handle that. Not t-that!" Sam whimpered fearfully.

Demon backed off a bit. "Alright, stud. We'll save that for another time, yeah?" He didn't give Sam time to answer before he bit Sam's neck hard and continued stroking him aggressively.

Sam moaned as his fear disappeared at the sudden onslaught of pleasure.

Demon stopped as he felt Sam shiver. "You're not gonna come, not yet."

Demon shoved Sam to the couch, roughly pushing him to lay down before claiming his mouth in a harsh kiss.

Demon ripped his shirt off before shoving Sam's hands on his now bare back. He grabbed Sam's hip with one hand as he started grinding aggressively against the hunter, who moaned loudly in response. He fisted Sam's hair with his other hand, pulling away to quickly whisper, "Come for me, Sam." Before landing a harsh bite on Sam's neck.

Sam did as commanded, groaning loudly.

Demon smirked as he felt Sam start shivering and panting. He pulled his head back to meet Sam's eyes, bringing his hand up to brush gently through Sam's hair.

"Good boy." He praised, giving Sam a sensuous kiss just as he saw the panic start to flare up. He broke away as he felt Sam's dick start to harden in reaction. "I'm gonna take away what Zepar did to you, stud. All those words, all those things you can't stand having done, all those weaknesses. We're gonna fix that, you and me." Demon whispered in Sam's ear before pushing off the couch to stand over the man.

Sam tensed, his worried eyes meeting Demons calm black ones.

"Starting now. Get up." Demon demanded, towering over Sam.

He swallowed nervously, feeling frozen to the spot. "If you back up-"

"Nope. Get up." Demon answered, smirking. "You can do it, Sam. Stand up."

Sam slowly sat up, not meeting Demons eyes. He couldn't help the flinch that came when Demon moved his hand to scratch his forehead.

"Stand up. Let's go, stud."

Sam shot up, bolting a few feet away from Demon. He panted slightly as he felt his heart pounding from the fear and adrenaline.

"Well, that's a start." Demon snickered. He walked past Sam, petting his head and ruffling his hair. "Good boy."

Sam tensed before thinking of the kiss demon had given him the last time he had called him a 'good boy'. The fear lessened. Demon was annoying but Sam had to admit, he might be on to something.