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Sam could feel himself being moved and placed on something soft, a bed maybe? He heard movement, a door shut, and a soft voice. He couldn't make out the words but the voice was familiar. He heard footsteps and saw legs in front on his face as he started to come out of his 'episode', as he called them. They happened whenever he was heavily triggered.

He slowly blinked and moved his head to see who was standing in front of him. When he saw the demons face his eyes widened and he scrambled to the right, away from the demon, jumping off the bed. His back hit the wall and he trembled. "Don't hurt me, I'm sorry I stabbed you. Please, don't hurt me." He begged, panic in his soft voice.

Dean took a step back as the hunter freaked out again. He raised his hands slightly, palms out. "I'm not gonna hurt you, hunter. Take it easy, okay?" He said softly as he slowly walked to the foot of the bed. Sam backed away from the demon until he hit another wall. He realized he had backed himself in a corner and cursed his stupidity. He pulled out a hunting knife and held it at his side, ready to stab the demon if he came at him. He knew it was useless but it was better than nothing, right?

Dean stopped walking towards the hunter and dropped his hands. He glanced at the hunting knife. The man must be terrified to resort to pulling out a useless knife as protection. That knife wouldn't even hurt Dean. Wouldn't even tickle him. "I said I'm not gonna hurt you, hunter." He said gruffly.

Sam gulped, his body tense. "You expect me to believe you?" He snapped, eyeing the demon warily. Dean kept eye contact with the hunter as he slowly backed away towards his chair in the corner and sat in it. He and the hunter eyed each other quietly for a few minutes.

Dean spoke first, "What's your name, anyway?"

Sam glared at the demon, his knife giving him some courage, "Why the hell do you wanna know, demon?"

Dean smirked at the hunters sudden backbone and answered "Because I'm sick of calling you boy. I could call you bitch if you don't wanna give me your name." Dean knew it was a low blow but he was annoyed now. He just wanted the mans name for hell's sake.

Sam winced and lowered his gaze meekly. "It's Sam." He replied quietly. He suddenly felt pissed at himself as he glared at the floor. He hated that he was so submissive towards this demon, but he couldn't help it.

Dean saw the fear in Sam's eyes turn to sadness, then anger and he regretted using the word bitch against him. "Sam. I'm Dean Winchester by the way." He watched the hunter for any reaction to his name.

Sam's eyes widened, his gaze snapped up and he locked eyes with the demon, "You don't mean..." He breathed, his anxiety revving up again.

"Yeah, I do mean THE Dean Winchester." Dean replied gruffly.

He knew he had a reputation but it still pissed him off when he saw the fear in Sam's eyes in reaction to his name. Dean killed bad things, hunters included if they went rogue, but hunters never considered the rap sheet of their own kind. They just freaked out and took revenge.

Sam gulped and pressed himself against the wall. Holy shit had he fucked up! Dean Winchester the demon was known for his vicious killing of all things supernatural, demons and hunters included. "Shit, I'm sorry. I'm so d-damn sorry." Sam stuttered, suddenly not caring that he showed weakness. His breathing became slightly labored as he realized that he had pissed off and tortured the strongest demon in America, maybe even the world!

Dean sighed sadly as he heard the panic in the hunters words. "Relax, Sam. I'm not pissed, okay? Don't pass out on me again. That kinda freaked me out the first time."

Sam kept himself pressed against the wall, forcing his breathing to slow. The demon hadn't threatened him yet, there was no reason to panic he told himself. He silently berated himself for being such a pansy.

He looked the demon in the eye, "If you're not gonna hurt me then why are you still here?"

Dean looked at him, regret creeping into his eyes. "I couldn't leave you here alone like that. I didn't know you were gonna pass out if I... Did what I did." His gaze became hard and snapped back to Sam, "Remind me again why you and your angel buddy kidnapped me?" He said sharply, his irritation returning.

Sam lowered his gaze in capitulation. "I needed some information on the demon named Zepar. Mainly where to find him." Sam said quietly, the demons sharp annoyance making him nervous again.

Dean softened his gaze and voice at Sam's fear. "Why do you want to find Zepar?"

Sam tensed and swallowed, his anxiety creating a lump in his throat. He couldn't speak of the abuse he suffered nightly from Zepar, he just couldn't. Even though it was only in his dreams the abuse was still traumatizing and felt so damn real. He stayed silent, hoping the demon wouldn't get cross at his refusal to answer.

Dean watched as Sam became more anxious. He wondered what the demon could've done to cause such... Wait a sec... "Did Zepar rape you?" Dean blurted out without thinking. He immediately regretted his words as Sam tensed and started hyperventilating.

Dean stood up and walked towards Sam. He stopped when he was five feet away from the panicked hunter, "Hey Sam, relax dude. I shouldn't have said that, okay? Breathe with me." Dean inhaled and exhaled slowly as Sam's panic filled gaze locked with his.

Sam's breaths slowed to match Dean's and after a few minutes his panic attack stopped in its tracks, for the first time ever. Usually once they started he had to ride them out, like a sickness. Sam glanced at the demon, ashamed that he had once again shown weakness and surprised that the demon had stopped his panic attack.

"T-thanks." He stuttered. He noticed how close the demon was and shivered. The demon knew his greatest weaknesses now, Sam knew it was only a matter of time before the demon found a reason to use them against him. Again.

Dean, seeing Sam's sudden tension, backed up a couple steps. "No problem." Dean eyed the hunting knife in Sam's hand, reminding him of the demon killing knife the hunter had used on him. He slowly backed to his chair and sat down again. He pulled the demon knife from his belt and stared at it. "Where did you get this?" He asked Sam, his voice low and hard.

Sam winced at Dean's question and looked away. He didn't answer, unsure of what would come from this conversation. He knew the demon had to be mad that a hunter had a weapon that could kill him.

Dean's gaze shot up, his eyes hard. He had to know where the hunter had gotten this weapon. "Where... Did you get... This knife?" He asked softly, his voice clipped as anger filled him, along with a bit of worry. He had to know where this knife came from and if others knew about it. Mainly other hunters.

Sam averted his gaze to the floor again, not answering. He wasn't sure what would piss the demon off more, the fact that Sam wasn't talking or the fact that a knife existed that could kill him.

Dean slowly rose from the chair and leisurely strolled towards Sam, his gaze on the knife. He stopped when he sensed Sam's breathe rate rising in apprehension. He lowered his gaze to meet Sam's, who was still staring at the floor in submission. "Sam, I said I'm not gonna hurt you and I meant it. Mean it. But I need to know where you got this knife and if any other hunters know about it." Dean said gently.

Sam licked his lips and swallowed, his mouth feeling dry. "A demon named Ruby gave it to me. I don't think other hunters know about it." Sam said softly.

Dean smirked at the memory of that conniving bitch, Ruby. He had been glad to hear of her death. She had pissed him off and betrayed him on more than one occasion. He had only been irritated that he hadn't gotten to kill her himself.

It dawned on him then... "Did you kill Ruby?" Dean asked curiously.

Sam swallowed again, unsure how the demon would react to the news. He kept quiet.

Dean sighed, Sam's fear of him depressing him a bit. "Sam, I PROMISED I wouldn't hurt you and I meant it, okay? Now tell me, did you kill Ruby?"

Sam sighed nervously, "Yes."

Dean smirked, "Nice." Sam looked at him, confusion on his face. At Sam's look he explained, "I hated that evil bitch." He realized his mistake as Sam shied, his gaze returning to the floor.

Dean backed up a couple steps and groaned, pissed at himself for forgetting. "Sorry Sam, I forgot. You okay?"

Sam peeked at the demon quizzically. "I'm fine." Sam said quietly.

Dean glanced around, "You hungry?" He asked, hearing Sam's stomach growl.

Sam nodded, silently wondering where this was going.

Dean tossed the demon knife on the bed as he turned and walked to the kitchen to make sandwiches.

Sam quietly watched him leave and grabbed the demon knife as soon as Dean left the room. He wondered why the demon would let him have the knife back. Sam walked slowly to the kitchen, knife in hand. The demon was a damn fool to give the knife back to him.

Dean could hear Sam breathing as he stood at the entrance to the kitchen. He had given the knife back as a test, wondering if the kid would try to kill him now that the demon had called a truce. He stayed aware of his surroundings as he finished making the two sandwiches and glanced back at Sam. "Foods ready." He placed the paper plates with sandwiches on the kitchen table and started eating his. As he chewed he watched Sam, wondering what he would do.

"You gonna eat? I know you're hungry. I can hear your stomach growling." Sam stiffened as he stood at the kitchen door with half of his body hidden behind the wall, the knife in his hand hidden from the demons view. He was hungry, but there's no way he'd trust a demon to make his food. He wasn't born yesterday.

He quickly came up with a plan. "Yeah, sure." He answered. He quietly stashed the knife in its holster before he cautiously walked in the kitchen and over to his plate. He picked up his plate as he reached for the knife. Sam pulled the knife out and lunged for the demon, dropping the plate of food on the floor.

Dean saw the attack coming and threw Sam against the wall using his demon mojo, holding him there. He strolled over to Sam as he ate his sandwich. Stopping a couple feet in front of the hunter, he casually looked him over. "I really wish you wouldn't have done that." Dean said calmly, taking another bite of his sandwich.

Sam tensed and threw his gaze to the floor in submission, his breathing increasing as he waited for the demons anger to erupt.

Dean finished his sandwich, wiped his hands on his pants and took the demon knife from Sam. "You'll get this back when you learn how to play nice." Dean stated sarcastically. He snapped his fingers and Sam landed on his feet. Dean tucked the knife in his belt on his right side and glanced at Sam's sandwich, which was strewn all over the floor. He looked at Sam, "I'll make you another one."

Sam glared at the demon as a flash of rage came over him. "Fuck you black eyes, I can make my own damn sandwich!" As Sam's anger left him at the outburst he went rigid and took a step away, waiting for the demon to lash out at him.

Dean glared at him and backed away, "Fine pissy ass, last time I make shit for you." He growled and stormed off.

Sam watched him leave, relieved and confused at the same time. Why had the demon not hit him?

Dean glared at nothing as he walked through the place, pissed at himself for losing his temper with Sam. It was totally understandable that the hunter would lash out at Dean. The kid was bouncing between being scared shitless and being pissed off. Didn't stop Dean from feeling a little hurt though. Dean figured the guy probably had PTSD or something. Zepar had obviously raped the poor guy, odd behaviour for Zepar but not out of the question. After all, deep down Zepar was your average demon, high class or not.

The thought of Sam's terrified reaction when Dean blurted the question pissed him off. What Dean didn't get was why Zepar was going after the hunter to begin with. It wasn't his usual style. As Dean found a black couch and sat on it, he thought about the issue further. Zepar usually went after married chicks, not lone male hunters. The demon was a duke of hell, what would he want with a hunter anyway?

Sam grabbed himself a granola bar, ate it and cautiously followed the demon, wondering if he was still in the house. He found the demon sitting on the couch and watched him. After a few minutes he slowly stepped in the demons line of sight. Dean looked up at him.

"Why are you still here?" Sam asked timidly.

Dean stared at the man, thinking. "You wanna find Zepar right? Kill him?" Dean asked.

Sam stared at him warily, "Yeah, why?"

Dean nodded and slowly stood up so as not to frighten the hunter. "I'm gonna help you find and kill the prick." Dean stated firmly.

Sam narrowed his eyes, "Why would you help me? I'm not giving you anything in return. You're not getting my damn soul!"

Dean rolled his eyes and sighed, "Sam, when the hell are you gonna realize that I ain't like other demons? I'm only half demon, remember? I'm still part human. I don't do deals or collect souls." Dean stated firmly, irritation in his voice.

Sam took a step back and looked the demon over, "You expect me to trust you because you say so? I'm not stupid, demon. I know of the hunters you've killed. I'd be an idiot to trust you!" He said, his voice raising in anger.

Dean clenched his jaw and let out a frustrated sigh, "I know we didn't get off on the right foot, Sam, but I'm trying here. And my name is Dean, not 'demon'. Use it." He snapped gruffly. "As for the hunters, I had my reasons for why I killed them, just like you have your reasons for wanting Zepar dead."

Sam glared at him, his anger returning in full force, "What noble reason could you possibly have for killing hunters, DEAN?!"

Dean glared at him, "Because those hunters had gone rogue and were killing civilians! Innocent people Sam! You cool with that? 'Cause I sure as hell ain't!"

Sam rolled his eyes at the demon, "Oh I'm sure you're a regular super demon, out saving the world from evil hunters! Bullshit! You kill hunters because you're a black eyed piece of shit, DEAN! A demon! Half or not you still have demon blood running through you, you're an evil son of a bitch just like the rest of them!" Sam snarled at Dean.

Dean glared at the hunter, his jaw clenched. He slowly stalked Sam as he growled "If I'm so damn evil then why did I take care of you after you went all catatonic, huh? I could've killed you, raped you, tortured you, but I didn't. I DIDN'T SAM! Think about that!" Dean yelled and stormed back into the kitchen, away from Sam. It was irrational, but as Dean leaned on his arms against the counter he felt hurt from Sam's words. Not that he'd admit it.

Yeah, he screwed up in the beginning, but he was trying to fix it. As usual the fact that he was half demon was all anyone would see. Demons hated and mocked him for being half human and humans, well hunters, wanted him dead for being half demon. Dean just couldn't win. He found some tequila in a cupboard and poured himself a shot.