Next chapter will be posted on Thursday.

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Sam found himself standing in a small, dark, filthy room that smelled of piss and alcohol. He tensed as he tried to prepare himself for Demons dream, it would obviously not be a good one.

Suddenly the door was thrown open as a man fell in. Another man stood in the doorway, a lecherous grin on his face as he slowly reached for his belt. His eyes flashed black, indicating he was a demon. "You gonna be good, little boy? Or are we gonna have to get rough? Don't really matter to me but you'll feel the difference, I promise."

The man crawled backwards, away from the other man. "Fuck you, Kent!"

The man chuckled. "Oh you will be fucking me, my little bitch. I promise you, you'll be fucking me real good." He slowly pulled his belt from his jeans before dropping it on the floor.

"Demon? Demon, it's me! It's Sam! This isn't real, this is a dream!" Sam said as he kneeled next to Demon, being sure to keep an eye on the infamous Kent.

Demon didn't even glance at him.

"Demon? Demon!" Sam yelled before snapping his fingers in the mans face. He clapped, waved his hands, nothing. Demon couldn't see him. Why was this happening? He saw Dean when the man had come in his dreams! Unless... "This isn't a dream. It's a memory."

"Don't fucking touch me!" Demon snarled as he crawled further away until his back hit the wall. "I swear to god, I'll kill you!"

Kent laughed hysterically. "How're you gonna do that, you little shit? You're four! You can't kill a damn fly! Now shut up, turn around and get on your knees."

"No! No way in hell!" Demon said defiantly, his eyes filled with hate and fear.

Kent's eyes got a malicious, excited shine to them. "You're gonna learn, little boy, that it's better to listen. It's easier on you, it's easier on me."

"No way in hell." Demon muttered.

Kent suddenly grabbed his discarded belt and lunged for Demon. He wrapped the belt around Demons hands, restraining him, before he turned him around and shoved him against the wall as he struggled to undo Demons pants.

"DEMON! Fucking hell, why can't you see me?!" Sam shouted angrily before he pulled out a knife and stabbed it into Kent's back, it went right through the man as though he wasn't even there.

Kent paused and turned around. "What the fuck was that?" He growled.

Demon was trying desperately to get out of the bindings while Kent was distracted.

Sam smirked. He took out his demon knife and stabbed it into Kent's chest, it still went right through him.

Kent jolted before standing up. "What the fuck is that?!" He glared down at Demon. "Are you doing that you little shit?!" He snarled viciously.

"No! How can I?!" Demon said fearfully.

Kent glanced around the room, confusion on his face, before he left.

Sam got on his knees in front of Demon. "Demon, can you see me? Tell me you can see me." He said desperately as he untied the belt holding the mans hands together.

Demons eyes widened in shock. "What the fuck?!"

Sam sighed in irritation. "I guess you can't see me." He muttered to himself.

Demon jumped anxiously, pushing himself against the wall. "S... Sam?"

"You can see me?" Sam said happily.

"Yeah. Why the hell are you here?" He asked warily.

Sam threw the belt aside as Demon massaged circulation back into his arms. "Do you remember anything?"

Demon thought hard for a moment before awareness settled over his face. He stared down at the floor. "Yeah. I do now." He replied quietly.

"Why can you see me now? Do you know?" Sam asked curiously.

Demon shrugged. "Maybe it's because you changed the memory. It wasn't a memory anymore. Trust me when I say that's not how this memory ended." Demon replied sadly as he stared at his hands.

"He said you're four but you look the same age as you do in the real world."

Demon shrugged. "I dunno. Just happened this way."

Sam stared at the man for a moment before he reached out to place a reassuring hand on his shoulder.

Demons left hand shot out to grab Sam's wrist as a viscous snarl left his throat. His eyes shot a menacing red. "Don't. Touch. Me." He growled demonically, his eyes shooting red daggers into Sam's.

Sam gulped. He tried to pull his hurting wrist away but Demons hand only tightened, causing him more pain. He winced. "Demon, let me go. Please." He asked softly.

Demon stared at him for a moment longer before he released Sam's wrist. His eyes returned to black. "Sorry. I'm just... touchy I guess."

"It's okay. I get it." Sam replied as he rubbed his wrist.

Demon slowly stood up as the scene changed to a bedroom. "No. God no." Demon panted fearfully.

"What is it?" Sam asked, his hand on his knife.

"Not this one again. Damn it!" Demon groaned.

Suddenly Kent threw the door open. He held a knife in his right hand as he lazily entered the room and shut the door behind him, locking it. "Wanna have some fun, boy?"

"Hell no." Demon growled.

"To damn bad!" Kent laughed. He lunged forward to grab Demons wrists before Sam stabbed his knife threw him again.

Kent gasped and turned around. "What the fuck was that?"

Sam stabbed at him again, several times.

Kent stumbled against the wall before unlocking the door and leaving, completely confused.

Demon sighed in relief, his hands shaking as he slid down the wall to sit on the floor. "Thank you, Sam." He panted.

"Which memory is this?" Sam asked curiously.

Demon glanced at him before staring down at the floor. He swallowed anxiously before he shakily mumbled, "The one where he circumcised me."

Sam's eyes widened in shock. "He... what?!"

Demon shook his head, not wanting to speak anymore. He wished he was dead, well into Purgatory, so he'd never have to live through these memories again.

"He... did that to you?! Holy shit, Demon!" Sam said in shock.

"Enough, okay? I don't wanna talk about it." Demon snapped.

Sam nodded, still in shock. He felt so sorry for Demon, the pain the poor guy must've went through. "How old were you, if you don't mind me asking?"

"I do mind!" Demon growled. "I was ten. Now enough speaking of it." He muttered.

Sam nodded again before sitting beside Demon. "I'm sorry this-

"Enough, Sam! I don't want your fucking sympathy! Just shut up! You can't make this better or easier, okay! Just shut the fuck up!" Demon yelled angrily.

Sam nodded quickly. "Okay. Sorry."

Demon buried his face in his hands. "This ain't something I like talking about, okay? It's bad enough you're here." He muttered.

"I'm not judging you or anything. I'm just here to help."

"You can't help. Not really. This shit still happened to me. Even seeing the scenery brings back so damn much. I just... " Demon sighed wearily. "I wish I was dead."

Sam said nothing. He had no idea what to say.