I decided to post this chapter a day early. Next chapter will be posted on Friday.
Constructive criticism welcome!
Enjoy!
WARNING: Zepar the demon makes his first appearance here, and he ain't friendly!
Sam watched the demon leave, his words ringing through Sam's mind. The demon was right. He could've done so much worse to Sam. He tensed and shivered at the thought.
The demon's... Dean's... words made no sense to Sam. Was what he said about the hunters true? Were they actually killing innocent people? He'd have to ask Cas, the angel would know. He'd be here in a few hours.
That was when he realized the time. He had been... He didn't really know what to call it, with the demon... Dean... All night. It was now 2 am. Sam had started interrogating the dem... Dean... Around 6 pm yesterday. He suddenly realized how tired he was. He couldn't go to sleep though, he still wasn't convinced about Dean being a 'good' demon. He decided to join him in the kitchen. What else was there to do right now anyway?
Sam found Dean drinking his tequila and a flash of anger ran through him. The damn demon had drank half of his brand new bottle of Sauza tequila!"What the hell dem... Uh, Dean? I just bought that!"
Dean glanced up at him and smirked, "I just got started Sammy." It took more alcohol to get Dean drunk than it did a human. Right now he was barely feeling a buzz. Dean filled a shot glass half way and slid it towards Sam before filling one to the brim for himself and downing it.
Sam narrowed his eyes at Dean, he couldn't help the apprehension he felt towards accepting food or drink from the demon. After all, he was still a stranger. And a demon.
Dean glanced at the shot glass before glaring up at Sam. "You too good to drink with me, too?" He snapped in frustration.
Sam sighed and turned the chair so it was facing Dean before he sat down. "What's your game, here?" Sam asked intently.
Dean rolled his eyes and down another shot, "Would you stop worrying and drink the damn shot Samantha?! I'm not gonna do anything!" Dean snapped. He was getting sick of Sam's crap. He hadn't hurt the guy and was tired of Sam making him feel like shit. He did a fine job of that on his own, he didn't need the hunters help.
Sam warily picked up the shot glass, eyeing Dean carefully. Seeing nothing that pointed to this being an attempt to drug him he downed the shot. He exhaled as the familiar burn slid down his throat and into his stomach, giving him a warm feeling.
Dean smirked and snorted a laugh as Sam made a girly face at the strong taste of the drink. Sam glared at him, "Shut up. And don't call me Samantha, asshole." He snapped softly. He hated to admit it but he was getting more comfortable with the demon, especially now that he was kinda buzzed.
Dean smirked again and poured himself and Sam another shot. "I finally convince you I'm not sticking around to cut you up?"
Sam snorted, "Not entirely." Sam downed his second shot and flipped his shot glass over, indicating he was done drinking.
Dean chuckled. "Lightweight." He mumbled, amused.
Sam glared at him. "I'm not getting drunk with a demon in my place."
Dean shook his head and sighed, downing another shot. Now he was finally feeling something from the Sauza. "Yeah I know, big bad evil demon might ravage and kill you. Oh, wait, I had the chance and didn't. What does that make me?" He stated bluntly, staring at Sam.
Sam didn't answer, just stared him hard in the eyes. Dean sighed and got up. He grabbed the shot glasses and placed them in the sink, then put the nearly empty bottle of tequila back in the cabinet. He strolled past Sam, pausing next to him to say, "I'm takin a nap on the couch. Don't try to get the knife, you'll just piss me off."
Sam glared daggers at Dean as he walked into the living room and laid on the couch. Dean laid down on his back on the couch, crossing his arms over his chest and closed his eyes with a sigh.
Sam walked into the room and stared at Dean. "Demons don't sleep." He stated curiously.
"I told you I'm half human, Sam. I wasn't kiddin. I need to sleep a few hours a night just like humans. Need to eat too." Dean replied sleepily.
Sam just stared at him as Dean drifted off to sleep. He left him alone, Sam couldn't grab the knife anyway. It was squeezed between Dean's hip and the back of the couch. Sam sat in the soft chair next to the couch and watched the demon sleep. He was surprised when he realized the demon wasn't lying, he was actually sleeping. Dean was snoring softly.
Sam's eyes became heavy as he thought about Dean's offer to help him. The demon would be very useful in his search for Zepar. If the rumors about Dean were true, and they were proving to be true so far, not much could hurt or outwit the demon.
Plus, Dean's behaviour was an anomaly. Sam had never met a demon like him and he wondered how long his facade would last. The hunter was beyond curious about the unusual demon.
Sam decided to talk it over with Cas, he had a few questions for the angel about Dean anyway. Mainly if the man was telling the truth about his hunter kills. Sam yawned and leaned back in the chair, his exhaustion getting the better of him. He had been worn out before he drank the two shots of tequila, now he was fighting hard to keep his eyes open. He eventually let them drift shut.
Castiel was due back in 4 or 5 hours. He wondered how the angel would react to these serious turn of events with the demon.
Sam's dream was going south fast. He rolled over on his back and fearfully stared up at Zepar, who looked down at him with amusement. He was dressed in blood red clothes as usual. "Sammy, Sammy, Sammy. Are you really dumb enough to capture Dean Winchester? I mean, I knew you were stupid but wow!" Zepar laughed at him as he slowly circled him. He could see all of Sam's memories, all his fears, and the hunter couldn't do a damn thing to stop him.
The demon kneeled in front of Sam's face. "You couldn't even keep it together during the interrogation before Winchester stopped playing your little games. A hunter that can't even keep his backbone during an interrogation. Talk about being a ball-less pansy. Do you even have balls, Sam? I'm beginning to wonder since you're such a little bitch. My little bitch." Zepar smiled cruelly at Sam, "Let's see for ourselves, shall we?" Zepar snapped his fingers and suddenly Sam was against a red wall, naked.
Sam shivered and whined as he struggled against the demons hold. Zepar slowly strolled to Sam, looking him over. The demon pressed himself against the hunter, putting one hand over his throat and squeezing with enough force to make Sam panic. The demons other hand skimmed over Sam's stomach before the demon harshly grabbed his balls and squeezed them, hard. Sam gasped and let out a pain filled cry. "I guess you do still have a pair. What a shocker." Zepar said softly, his voice filled with lust.
Zepar snapped his fingers and the wall disappeared as Sam fell naked to the floor. Before Sam could move, Zepar straddled his hips and pinned Sam's arms above his head using his demon mojo. The demon leaned over Sam as he ground his hips forcefully against Sam's and bit his neck hard enough to draw blood. Sam whimpered and whined. "Good little boy, Sam. Who's my good little bitch, huh?" Zepar lustfully breathed into Sam's ear.
Tears streamed down the hunters face like a waterfall. As Zepar started to remove his clothes Sam heard something, a bang maybe? His dream faded a bit. "Damn, looks like this play date will have to be cut short." Zepar growled angrily, his eyes turned black in rage.
He looked down at Sam, his coal black eyes made Sam whimper in fear. The dream world faded further as Sam heard another loud bang and rustling. "Don't worry my pet, next time we'll have more fun." Zepar forcefully kissed him, biting his lips and drawing more blood.
He disappeared just as Sam's eyes flashed open and he gasped loudly in fear, flinging himself backwards and tipping over the chair. When he hit the floor head first he scrambled back until he hit a wall, his body ignoring the pain thanks to the overdose of adrenaline running through his veins. Sam curled in a ball with his legs tucked against his chest, his face hidden behind his knees as he waited for more torture.
Dean was woken by a freakin angel throwing him against a wall. He recognized the angel from his capture. He ducked as the angel threw a punch and body slammed the winged bitch to the floor. He gave two punches to the angels face before the angel threw him back against the wall.
As Dean fell to the floor he heard a thump and suddenly saw Sam pressing against the wall, the chair he had been sitting in knocked over backwards. Ignoring the angel Dean bolted for Sam and kneeled a couple feet in front of the hunter. "Sam, hey dude. What happened, huh? You're okay, you're safe." Dean said softly.
He gently placed a hand on the mans shoulder. Sam flinched away reflexively and cowered from the demon. Dean backed off a few feet, still talking quietly to the spooked kid, "It's alright Sammy, you're safe. I'm here, the angel's here, you're safe."
Dean glanced at the angel, who was staring at the demon like he had three heads and a tail. Dean ignored the god squad and focused on the hunter. "Sammy, hey, come out of it dude. You're safe now. It was just a dream." Dean reassured the hunter softly.
Sam peeked over his knees and looked towards the voice. He saw Dean and his tension lessened a fraction. He noticed another body standing in the middle of the room and his eyes shot to it. He recognized Castiel and swallowed, throat feeling like a desert. "Cas?" He asked softly.
"I'm here Sam. The black eyed parasite is right, you just had another nightmare. It's safe now." Castiel said bluntly.
Dean's eyes flashed black at the insult. "Watch it, you winged piece of shit!" Dean snarled, his teeth clenched.
Sam shuddered at the menace in Dean's voice. Dean sighed softly, his eyes blinked back to normal. He was kinda irked that the hunter hadn't even acknowledged him. For some reason he felt protective of the hunter. Maybe it was his human side.
Whatever it was he was drawn to the hunters vulnerability and felt a need to protect the guy. Dean glared at the angel quickly before he stood up slowly, keeping his eyes on Sam.
Sam jerked and cowered from Dean as he stood, the image of Zepar standing over him threateningly still fresh in his mind.
"Easy Sam, I won't hurt you. Remember?", Dean said gently as he backed away to give the man some space.
Sam slowly pushed himself up against the wall until he was standing. The demon turned his attention towards the angel, who was glaring at him. "You wanna tell your pet to heel, Sam." Dean growled in annoyance.
Sam cleared his throat and looked at Castiel, "Easy Cas. We need to talk."
Castiel looked at Sam, concern in his gaze. "Yes, we do. Why is the demon walking free?" Sam sighed and walked towards his bedroom, motioning for Castiel to follow.
Dean rolled his eyes and went to the kitchen. He got out the bottle of Sauza again and finished it off. He stared out the kitchen window, his anger at the situation lessening as the alcohol burned down his throat.