Chapter 3- Sweet Toxin
The next day, Dean woke before anyone else and climbed to the top of the house to watch the sunrise. He had done this as a teen and had gotten into trouble. But this was his first sunrise in so long. It felt like centuries. The morning was cool. Dew was on everything, catching the light of the rising sun. Dean was enthralled by the light and hardly noticed when Sam appeared next to him. The sky was purple, pink, blues, with yellow and oranges making the sky look like fire. Dean shut his eyes as the heat from the sun tickled him.
Next to him, Sam watched the sun as well but turned to watch Dean. Dean's hair turned gold and his skin was bathed in brilliant light. When he opened his eyes, Sam could see the peace behind the glowing green eyes.
"How are you?" Sam asked, Dean's calm demeanor was infectious and Sam felt the last tendrils of his nightmares fading.
"I'm good Sammy. Real good. It's nice up here, isn't it?" Dean's eyes traced the horizon. A breeze pushed their clothes and hair back. The trees rocked and birds sang to welcome the new day. Some how, Sam knew wasn't talking about the roof.
"It's perfect." Sam replied, laying back and letting the sun warm him. They sat in silence, the sun rising ever higher. "Do you remember Hell?" Sam's voice was hardly heard.
Dean sucked in a breath. "Damn Sam… that's a tough question." Dean nodded hesitantly. "I remember… how could you not? Everything. Alistair was the Master of Torture. I don't understand why they stuck me with the worse guy when we both know humans that deserve him more than I."
Sam watched the world continue to grow brighter. "I remember everything as well. I could hear you. Every time you cried out for me, it was more painful than anything those demons dished out. One of 'em got me good too. It was some katana handed- praying mantis thing . I didn't even know I lost my body till dad said he had burnt us." Sam shuddered.
"I thought I knew you were there. I could hear you howl sometimes. That first time was amazing. Scared everyone." Dean grinned sadistically. Sam frowned remembering the chilling cooing voice, who whispered to Sam around that pit.
"Sam! Dean!" they could hear their father calling for them from in the house. The boys slipped back through the open window and grinned through their father's verbal lashing.
John and Bobby were in John's truck. And Sam and Dean rode in Baby. Dean drove like a maniac, shouting his joy with the roar of the engine. John was scolding him over the phone but Dean just couldn't help it. Sam was cheering and singing right along with Dean. Pamela Barnes was very attractive, so discovered Dean, when she greeted them at the door.
"Bobby!" she grabbed up the man into a hug. Her eyes moved, taking in each of the men at her doorstep. Her beautiful eyes looked John over before turning to Sam and Dean. Her mouth fell open in a stunned expression.
"Bobby? Any reason you brought demons to my door?" Pamela asked, giving a glare to Bobby. John whipped around, looking at his sons.
"These are John's sons. They just got out of Hell." Bobby explained, giving Dean a looking over. Dean was wide eyed, a internal chant of "I can't be a demon" in his head.
"Well you know I can't fix demons." Pamela gave Sam another look. "They aren't really demons…"
John growled. "We aren't here to discuss what they are. Dean passed all the tests and Sam has always been part demon."
"Dad!" Sam snapped, stomping his leg, like a girl in Dean's opinion. Dean snorted around a laugh. "Its not funny Dean!"
"I know, Samantha." Dean chortled. Pamela let out a bark of laughter.
"Alright. I'll help you. These are the most pathetic demons I've ever seen. What do you need?" Pamela asked, herding them inside.
"We need to know what pulled them put of Hell." Bobby told her, stepping into her kitchen.
Pamela nodded, "Alright, I'll need all of us to sit. I'll prepare everything we need. Sam, Dean. One of you sit by me. I'll need to touch wherever our mystery man touched."
Sam and Dean looked at each other before Dean sprang into the chair next to Pamela's. Sam huffed loudly, and Pamela chuckled low. Bobby groaned at the boys antics, but a smirk was on his lips. John didn't even spare them a glance, much too use to Dean and beautiful women. Pamela was setting the candles when she kept throwing glances at Sam, almost glaring. The candle wouldn't catch fire.
"Sam stop with the tail flicking." Pamela piped up and Sam's head jerked up. Everyone turned to look at Sam and only then did they notice his shadow. His long horns, perked ears and tail evident against the wall of the house, made John feel a squirm of unease. Looking to Dean proved that Dean too had a monstrous shadow. But Dean's looked as though it was fading, the shadow was like mist.
"How?" Sam asked, his hands, claws in his shadow, grappled at his head.
"It's your true form. Though I must say I've never seen one like this before." Pamela said, looking the boys over. John squeezed his fists under the table. "Well… let's get started."
Sam and Dean were horrified with the results. Castiel had burned Pamela's eyes out. Bobby had gone to the hospital with Pamela and the Winchesters were preparing a summoning for 'Castiel'. Sam had been sent out to get more rosemary of all things. While he was in the store he ran into a pretty, familiar girl. She gave him a hungry smile and her familiar overpowering scent made Sam kiss her right then. His teeth nipped her lips and his tongue lapped at her. His hands tangled into her hair. She chuckled against him and he shuddered. A throat clearing drew his attention away, the teenage cashier was looking right at him, eyebrow raised. Sam rushed over and handed over the fresh rosemary. Sam rolled his eyes when the boy slid a condom across the counter.
"On the house… I think you are gonna need it." The cashier said.
Next to Sam, Ruby roared with an almost maniacal laughter. "He's going to need bigger than that."
Sam wasn't sure who blushed more, the kid or him. She pulled Sam out of the store, the condom forgotten on the counter. Sam slipped the rosemary into his pocket and grabbed Ruby.
She wheeled on him. "What was that stupid fucking Winchester style stunt?! Huh?!"
He looked at her stunned before his brain caught back up. His face flushed. "Don't ask me that… how could I let Dean stay in Hell?"
Ruby sighed and touched Sam's face. "Well… I'll admit, you look… great." She had a hungry look on her face. Sam grinned, as she tugged him closer to her.
"I'm so glad to see you." Sam almost moaned as he breathed in her intoxicating aroma.
"Yeah. I'll bet you are starving." Ruby turned and trotted away. Sam eagerly followed, his teeth aching with anticipation, the canines poking the inside of his mouth. She led him into a nearby abandoned ramshackle building, the dirt-brown tile crumbling under his feet. Against a boarded up window, a mattress sat and out from under it Ruby pulled two gallons of blood, a jar was stuffed full of hearts and Sam lost himself.
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