This chapter contains direct dialogue from season 2, episode 14; "Born Under a Bad Sign".
"What do you mean 'addiction'?", Dean murmured low as he walked up to Sam, who just sat their, sneering at him. "What drug?" Sam didn't answer. He only chuckled and pulled on the ropes that bound him to the chair in the middle of Bobby's office. Sam looked up at the devils trap, painted on the ceiling, his laughter dying on his lips. Dean copied him, raising his head up to glance at the trap before looking back down at his brother. Sam looked passed his brother for a long moment, trying to make eye contact with me, I had moved far back into the shadows inside the kitchen. I couldn't let him see me trembling in abject terror. He finally gave up and turned back to Dean again.
"Dean. Back from the dead!", Sam chimed with an insincere smile. "Getting to be a regular thing for you, isn't it? Like a cockroach."
"How about I smack that smartass right out of your mouth?!" Dean was really getting angry at this demon squatting inside his brother. I could see the muscles in the back of his neck tighten and his hands ball into fists.
"Oh, careful, now", Sam purred. "Wouldn't want to bruise this fine packaging." A wide grin spread across Sam's face. He knew that Dean couldn't bring himself to harm his brother.
"Oh don't worry, this isn't gonna hurt Sam much", Dean growled. Even with his back to me, I could almost hear the smile on his face. He turned and picked up a bucket that sat at Bobby's feet and held it out in front of him in both hands. "You, on the other hand ... " Dean threw his arms forward and the contents of the bucket hit Sam right in the face. The thing curled up inside him screamed as the holy water caused his skin to sizzle and smoke.
"Feel like talking now?!", Dean snarled, grabbing Sam by the collar with both hands. "What addiction?!" Sam tilted his head to the side to look over Dean's shoulder and stared into the darkness where he knew I must be hiding. The smile on his face grew menacing before he leaned in to whisper in Dean's ear just loud enough for me to hear.
"Why don't you ask sweet little Jo?" Sam snickered as he sat back in the chair and waited. Dean spun around and stalked into the kitchen toward me, making me stumble backwards into the kitchen table. The angry expression on his face told me that I was in trouble. He grabbed me by the arm , jerked me into the living room, and switched on the overhead light. He plopped me down on the sofa and stood over me, glaring down at me.
"Spill", Dean growled, crossing his arms across his chest.
"I don't... I don't know what you're t-talking about." I was stammering over my words and I knew he wasn't buying any of it.
"Come off it, Jo!", he bit back angrily. "You've been keeping something from me since this all started!" I tried to stay stone faced, to not show any emotion. But Dean's pissed off glare made my resolve evaporate. I had to look away before I fell apart. He grabbed my chin and jerked it back toward him, getting ready to shout in my face, but the look in my eyes and the tear sliding down my cheek stopped him before he could get a word out. Dean's angry expression softened and he swallowed hard before he finally spoke. "Talk to me!", he pleaded, sitting down next to me. I could only stare back at him with wide, wounded eyes, and my mouth seemingly glued shut.
Dean searched my eyes, looking for any clue to what I wasn't telling him. He slowly looked down at the floor, deep in thought, the gears in his head whirring away. If anyone had asked me later, I would swear that I heard an audible click when the pieces all fell into place inside his head. He suddenly stopped breathing and his face went pale. Oh, God! He knew!
"Did Sam... did that thing... h-hurt you, Jo?", Dean stuttered breathlessly, looking back up at me with eyes that were only barely holding back tears of their own. "I mean more than just..." Dean's fingers traced across the bruised lump on my forehead softly. I opened my mouth to deny it, but all that came out was a shuttering sigh. That seemed to be all the answer that Dean needed because he dropped his hand and his face scrunched up in agony. The tears finally let loose from his eyes and he let out a pained whine before he stood up and charged back toward Bobby's office.
"DEAN! WAIT! DON'T...!" I screamed, chasing after him, but was cut off when Dean punched Sam in the mouth, his head whipping to the side. Sam giggled, spitting a mouthful of blood on the wood floor.
"WHAT DID YOU DO, YOU SICK SON OF A BITCH?!", Dean snarled, punching him again with bruising force. I pulled Dean away before he did something he'd regret. Sam just smiled, showing off blood stained teeth.
"Dean! What's going on?", Bobby hissed, his eyes wide with surprise. He was standing in the corner of the room with a book open in his hands. I assumed he was getting ready to exorcise the demon.
"What? She didn't tell you?", Sam asked, surprised. Sam's sardonic smile and deranged eyes fell on me and I shivered, backing away from the elder Winchester with my head down and my arms wrapped around myself. "Oh, she was so sweet, Dean!", Sam purred, grinding his hips into the chair. "The best I've ever had! I fucked her up against the bar, Dean. Held her down while she struggled. She fought hard. Just... not hard enough." The room was deathly quiet when a loud thud made me jump. I looked up and saw that Bobby had dropped his book on the floor and was staring at Sam with his mouth hanging open in shock. Dean turned his back on the demon and walked toward the kitchen doorway. I was glad that he was at least attempting to control his temper. "Where you going, Dean? I thought you wanted all the juicy details!"
"I gotta get outta here before I...", Dean growled as he continued to walk slowly toward the door like he was trudging through thick mud. I did my best not to let the sob burst out of my mouth and make things worse.
"Did you know she was a virgin, Dean?", Sam whispered tauntingly. Dean froze just as his foot reached the kitchen doorway and I couldn't tell if he was breathing or not. "So pure. I know she was saving herself, saving herself for someone special, but I just had to have a taste!" Sam smirked at me, winked, and then looked back at Dean. I watched Dean's fists begin to tremble and his knuckles turned white. "But the best part was when I knocked her unconscious and did her on top of the bar. She was completely helpless, Dean!" Sam was panting hard and writhing around in the chair. The noises he was making made my gorge rise up into my throat. "Helpless and broken. Just the way I like 'em! And you know what, Dean? Sam liked it too."
"SHUT UP, YOU TWISTED FREAK! SHUT UP!", Dean screamed, launching himself at the demon. It took both me and Bobby to drag him to the other side of the room and hold him against the wall. "I'LL KILL YOU!" Dean struggled against us, trying to get at the demon. The thing just laughed hysterically.
"DEAN!", I hissed, grabbing his face in both hands. "He's trying to bate you into hurting your brother! You can't let him win!" Dean was agitated, breathing hard through his nose. "You gotta calm down! Slow breaths!" I started to take slow and steady breaths so he would have something to focus on. I kept my eyes on his and he finally started to breathe with me and, eventually, he calmed down enough to be able to think rationally.
"Poor Dean!", the demon pouted. "Beat ya to the prize, huh? I finally got something first. Something you'll never have."
"You'll die, screaming", Dean snarled, but made no move toward him.
"Sam's still my meat puppet. I'll make him bite off his tongue." Dean walked back toward the chair again, smirking at the demon with his brother's face.
"No, you won't be in him long enough." Dean glanced over at the old hunter, nodding his head. "Bobby." Bobby scrambled to pick up the book, stepped in front of the demon, and started reciting from the ancient pages.
"Exorcisamus te, omnes in mundus spiritus omnes satanica potestas, omnes incursio..." Bobby spoke in Latin. Then Dean started to talk over him to the demon inside his brother.
"See, whatever bitch-boy master plan you demons are cooking up? You're not getting Sam or Jo. You understand me?", Dean snarled, leaning over the demon with his hands resting on the ropes tied around the monster's wrists. "Cause I'm gonna kill every one of you first." The demon struggled with the ropes for a moment and then barked a laugh in Dean's face.
"You really think that's what this is about? The master plan? I don't give a rat's ass about the master plan!", Sam spat. Through all of this conversation, Bobby continued to recite the exorcism.
"... Humiliares sub potente magnu dei ..."
"Oops! Doesn't seem to be working. See, I learned a few new tricks." Demon/Sam lowered his head and began to growl out an incantation in Latin. "Spiritus in mundus, un glorum suarum umitite palatum iram, domine ..." the fire going in the fireplace behind him flared up as he continued to recite the spell and the room began to shake.
"This isn't going like I pictured!" Dean shouted as the room continued to quake. "What's going on, Bobby?!" Bobby looked the demon over and that's when he noticed the burn mark on Sam's arm.
"It's a binding link!", Bobby barked back. "It's like a lock! He's locked himself inside Sam's body!" Dean's eyes went wide with shock and I could imagine that mine were just as wide.
"What the hell do we do?", Dean shouted over the roaring coming from the walls and ceiling.
"I don't know!" Just then, the demon threw it's head back and screamed causing the walls and ceiling to begin to crack. A large fissure opened up in the devils trap over our heads and the demon smiled.
"There. That's better", the demon whispered. He jerked his head to the left and Bobby suddenly went sailing through the air and hit a cabinet full of books, shattering it into a million pieces. The demon turned his head toward Dean and he was yanked backwards, hitting the far wall hard.
I watched all of it, paralyzed with fear. The demon jerked on the ropes binding him to the chair and the ropes snapped like they were made of sewing thread. When he started to walk toward me, my paralysis broke and I bolted from the room, back into the kitchen. I only made it a few steps before I was yanked backwards by the hair and slammed into a solid mass of hard muscles. The demon was panting, holding me close, my back against his chest. He had a tight grip on my hair with one hand and he was cupping me between the legs with the other. He leaned into the side of my head to whisper in my ear, his hot breath blowing on my cheek.
His hand slid up my body to my waist and pulled the gun out of the front of my jeans. "Leaving so soon, Jo?" I flinched when I heard the click of the hammer being pulled back.
"The party's just getting started!"