Next chapter will be posted on Wednesday.
Constructive Criticism welcome!
Thanks for all the reviews and followings, I'm honestly surprised how many like this story. It was just something I thought up one night at 3am (freakin insomia!)
*TRIGGER WARNING- Zepar makes another appearance. Don't read the second paragraph if you are triggered by rape.*
Enjoy!
Sam had been asleep for ten minutes when Dean heard footsteps coming towards the bedroom. He sprang out of the chair and prepared for a fight when the angel walked in. "What the hell are you doing here?" Dean snarled at Castiel.
The angel glanced at Sam before returning his gaze to Dean. "What happened here?" Castiel demanded.
"Sam and I had a little misunderstanding. It ended with him having a panic attack." Dean growled softly.
Castiel scowled at the demon. "What did you do to him?"
"I didn't do a damn thing to him, angel bitch!" Dean and Castiel glared at each other for several seconds before Cas sighed and looked at Sam. "Prepare yourself, demon. I'm sure he won't be asleep for long." Castiel stated sadly.
"Because of Zepar, you mean?" Dean asked. The angel nodded and sat on the edge of the bed.
"What're you doing?" Dean asked the angel curiously.
"Waiting." Cas sighed.
"For what?"
Castiel turned his worried gaze to meet Deans, "I think you already know, demon."
Sam stood stiffly as he felt Zepar's presence behind him. The demon smirked, he could smell Sam's fear. Sam panted nervously as he waited for Zepar to do something. The demon chuckled as he began slowly pacing around Sam. "Sammy, are you really that naive? I mean, trusting that demon to watch you sleep? Do you have any idea what he could be doing to you right now? You're helpless. He could take that special knife of yours away and have some real fun."
Zepar smiled lecherously, "I know what I'd do if I had you for real." Sam shivered, his bowed to hide his misted eyes. Zepar halted his pacing behind Sam as he wrapped his arms around the hunters body, one hand firmly on Sam's throat, the other on his thigh. Sam gasped, his eyes wild with fear. "So Sammy, what shall we do today?" Zepar asked thoughtfully as his hand on Sam's thigh slowly drifted south.
The hunter whimpered and jumped as Zepar grabbed his dick. The demon chuckled darkly at Sam's rising heart rate. "Good boy." Zepar released Sam as he snapped his fingers. The hunter was thrown against a red wall face first. He coughed as the breath whooshed out of him at the force of the impact. The demon grabbed his hair and yanked Sam's head back harshly.
Zepar forcefully kissed Sam, biting his lips and tongue hard enough to draw blood. The demon slammed Sam's head against the wall as he broke the kiss and bit into Sam's shoulder leaving deep bite marks. He ground his hard on against Sam's ass forcefully as he slowly tore the hunters shirt off piece by piece. Sam whined as blood seeped out of his mouth and nose. He knew there was no use in fighting, his mind was Zepar's playground.
Everything was in the demons control. Zepar unbuckled Sam's jeans and yanked them down to the hunters ankles along with his boxers. Sam's eyes widened in fear as he started struggling uncontrollably. Zepar cackled at the hunters panic. "Good boy Sammy, I like it when you fight me." He growled salaciously, biting Sam's ear as he roughly palmed his ass.
"You're gonna scream before this is over, my little whore. Don't hold it in. I love it when you scream." Zepar roughly shoved his erection into Sam as Sam shrieked and groaned in pain. The demon moaned softly in ecstasy. "Good boy, Sam. What a good little bitch you are for me." He groaned softly into Sam's ear as he harshly thrusted into Sam again.
The hunter whimpered and cried out in pain as he felt the demon thrust in and out of him. He tried to zone out, let his mind drift away, but the pain made it nearly impossible. Zepar gave one final forceful thrust into Sam as he came. Sam jumped at the feeling and squeezed his eyes closed, suddenly realizing there were tears running down his cheeks.
The demon slumped slightly against the hunter before he slapped Sam's ass hard and stepped back. He snapped his fingers and the wall disappeared. Sam shakily fell to his knees as he was freed from the demons hold. He winced as pain shot up his spine and swallowed as blood filled his mouth. Zepar kneeled in front of Sam to meet his eyes. The demon flashed his eyes black as Sam met his gaze. "See you next time my favourite little bitch."
Sam screamed as he shot up in bed. He reflexively pulled out his demon knife as he jumped out of the bed and saw two people in his room. Cas stood up and backed away, following his usual drill of waiting the hunter out until he regained himself.
Dean shoved past Cas, stopping a few feet in front of the hunter. "Hey Sammy, you're safe now. It was all a dream, okay?" The demon said softly, his hands raised slightly, palms out.
Sam tensed his muscles as he gripped his knife tighter, prepared to take a stab at the demon. "How do I know you're real? How do I know I'm not still dreaming?" Sam said shakily.
Dean took a step back as he replied, "If this was a dream I don't think you'd still be holding the knife, Sammy."
The hunters hands shook as his dream replayed in his mind. He dropped the knife and slumped against the wall as he broke down in sobs.
Dean grabbed the knife and threw it on the bed before he addressed the hunter, "You're safe now Sam, I swear it." He carefully placed a hand on the hunters shoulder, wondering if he would accept the touch.
Sam winced slightly before looking into Deans eyes. "This one was bad Dean. So damn bad." He whimpered as he threw himself against the demon, desperate for comfort.
Dean wrapped his arms around him. "It's okay now, Sam. You're safe, I swear it. I know you don't trust me but believe me when I say that I won't let anything hurt you now." Dean growled sadly in Sam's ear, trying to hide the emotion in his own voice.
Castiel cocked his head at the interaction. A demon comforting a hunter. That was... Odd.
Sam sobbed into the demons shirt for a few minutes before he regained his composure and stepped away, suddenly embarrassed at his show of weakness. He kept his eyes on the floor as he asked the demon, "You want a beer?"
Dean sighed softly as he saw Sam back away from him. "Sure."
The three of them walked to the kitchen, Castiel staring at the demon. Dean grabbed a beer and sat at the kitchen table. Sam did the same before he downed half the bottle in one drink. "Easy Sam." Dean said gruffly, knowing the kid was a lightweight.
Sam ignored him as he placed the half empty beer on the table and turned to Castiel. "So, what's up?"
Cas turned his gaze to the hunter, his eyes showing a bit of pity. "I have some news about the demon." Sam winced as Dean paused before drinking his beer. He placed the beer on the counter with a loud thud. "By 'demon' do you mean Zepar?" Dean asked stiffly. Castiel averted his eyes and stayed quiet.
The demons eyes turned black as rage and hurt crashed through him. His black gaze glared at Sam, trying to keep him voice calm. "You had the angel do recon on me?"
Sam gulped nervously. "I wasn't sure if you were telling the truth, Dean. I h-had to be sure."
Dean closed his black eyes and sighed, trying to calm down. "So, what's the news, god squad? Am I clean?" He asked seethingly, opening his still black eyes.
"He was telling the truth, Sam. The only hunters he killed had killed innocents."
Dean finished his beer and grabbed two more out of the fridge. He opened one and downed the whole thing before opening the second and downing half of it.
Sam watched anxiously, wondering what was running through the demons mind.
Dean turned around as his eyes flashed back to normal. "So, does this mean you're gonna stop calling me a monster?" He asked Sam. The hunter nodded warily.
"I will as well, demon." Cas stated. "What those hunters did... They deserved to die. Especially the one that used children as bait."
Dean stared at the angel in surprise. "Thanks... Uh... What the hells your name?"
The angel gave Dean a pissy look before answering, "It's Castiel."
"Right" Dean smirked at the angels annoyance. "Dean." He replied.
"I know." Cas said bluntly.
Sam smirked as he watched the awkward conversation between Dean and Cas.
"So, Castiel, you mind beaming me back to that bar you took me from?" Dean asked.
Cas narrowed his eyes at the demon. "Why would I do that?"
Dean rolled his eyes at the angels suspicion. "Because my damn car is still there." He growled.
The angel looked to Sam, who nodded that he was okay with it. Castiel returned hiis attention to the demon, "Fine." Cas grabbed Deans shoulder and teleported them back to the bar.
"Which vehicle is yours?" He asked the demon.
Dean jogged to his beloved Impala. "Sorry I left you Baby." Cas suddenly grabbed Deans shoulder and the door handle of the car as he zapped them and the car back to Sam's bunker.
Dean jumped and glared daggers at the angel. "Some freakin warning would be nice!" He snapped.
Cas shrugged nonchalantly, "Sorry."
Sam was working on his second beer as he heard Dean and Cas walking towards the kitchen. "How the hell can you teleport a car?" Dean asked the angel.
"I just do." Castiel replied, sounding bored. "I must go Sam, call if you need anything." Cas said as he and Dean entered the kitchen. Sam nodded before Cas disappeared.
The hunter stared at Dean quietly as the demon found himself a snack. "You have way too much rabbit food in here Sam. If I'm gonna stick around and help you I'm gonna need some protein."
Sam smiled in amusement. "You can go shopping tomorrow if you want." He replied.
Dean sighed, "Great. Shopping." The hunter held back laughter at the distressed look on Deans face. The demon grabbed another beer and sat at the table with Sam.
"So... You feeling okay?" He asked the hunter carefully.
Sam tensed, sensing where this was going. "I'm fine Dean. It's nothing new."
Dean stared at the hunter. "Doesn't make it any less traumatizing, kid." He replied as he took a sip from his beer.
Sam scowled at the demon. "Don't call me 'kid'. I'm not that much younger than you."
Dean chuckled, "You drink like a teenager, close enough. Kid." Sam rolled his eyes and sighed as he finished his second beer.
"You wanna get takeout from somewhere?" Dean asked, trying to restrain himself from adding the word 'kid' to his question.
"What's wrong with the food here?" Sam asked, not wanting to leave the safety of the bunker tonight.
"Rabbit food Sammy. It's all rabbit food. I'm a demon, I need some freakin protein dude!"
Sam snickered at the distressed demon. "Fine."
Dean sighed, "Thank you Samantha. Let's go."
Sam's eyes widened a bit. "Now?" He asked hoarsely.
Dean studied Sam carefully. "Yeah, now. I'm starving."
The hunter took a breath and stood up. "Fine. Let's go."
Dean watched the hunter, wondering why he was so tense. "You okay?"
Sam frowned at Dean "I'm fine, DAD. Let's go if you wanna go."
Dean threw his hands up in surrender. "Alright Samantha, chill."
Sam rolled his eyes as they walked to Deans car. "Nice."
Dean smirked at Sam's compliment. "Yeah, she's a beauty. Hey hey hey! What the hell are you doing?!" Dean yelled at Sam as he went to get in the drivers seat.
Sam jumped as he quickly replied, "You've had four beers Dean. You can't drive."
The demon took a breath to calm himself so he wouldn't spook the hunter. "Alcohol doesn't effect me like it does humans, remember? I'm barely buzzed Sam. I'm good to drive. No one drives Baby but me, got it?" Dean pulled the keys from his pocket as Sam went to the passenger side and got in.
Dean started the Impala and drove to the nearest convenience store. He put the car in park and turned it off before looking at Sam, who stayed silent the entire fifteen minute drive. Sam and Dean got out of the car and walked into the store.
Sam's body was tense as he glanced around anxiously. He stayed close to Dean, who was oblivious to the hunters discomfort as he picked out some pie. He chose an apple, a blueberry and a boston cream before glancing at Sam. "You gonna get anything?"
Sam cleared his throat nervously before replying quietly, "Just get me a piece of pizza."
Dean paused and looked at the hunter- really looked at him. "You okay Sammy?" Sam nodded, keeping his head down.
Dean walked to the check out register and stopped. "What kinda pizza you want?"
Sam jerked and exhaled roughly as a customer brushed by him to get to the checkout register. "Doesn't matter."
Dean shrugged and got Sam three pieces of pepperoni and two pieces of cheese pizza. He also got two cheeseburgers for himself before placing the food on the checkout counter. He snapped his fingers as he remembered something. "I'll be back in a sec."
The demon walked towards the chip aisle, leaving an anxious Sam alone. The hunter stared at the countertop as the cashier started flirting with him. He tuned her out, hoping she would take the hint as he glanced nervously in the direction Dean had gone.
Dean had everything he needed as he started to return to the checkout counter. He paused as he watched Sam deal with the young female cashier. The guy looked like he was gonna jump out of his skin. Dean quickly started walking again as the woman went to touch Sam.
Sam flinched away from the girl when she touched him just as Dean dropped all his junk food and a few bottles of Sauza tequila on the counter. The cashier turned her attention to Dean, completely forgetting the timid hunter. "Is that all, sir?" Dean smirked at her, "Yup." He turned to glance at Sam, seeing if he was alright.
Sam kept his head down in embarrassment. The chatty chick finally finished bagging the food and alcohol as Sam and Dean picked up the bags and left. The boys loaded up the stuff and got back in the car. Before Dean started the Impala he faced Sam. "What was that back there?"
Sam sighed, "I don't like crowds or strangers touching me. Sorry."
Dean shook his head. "Don't apologize. You got nothing to apologize for. If you're scared or anxious you need to tell me, 'kay?"
Sam nodded and turned to stare out the window. Dean started the car and drove back to the bunker, glancing at the silent hunter every couple minutes.
Sam and Dean returned to the bunker and unloaded all the stuff they'd bought before Dean dug into one of the pies. "Damn this is good." He groaned to himself.
Sam gave him an odd look and shook his head in amusement. He grabbed a piece of cheese pizza and started eating as Dean began attacking one of his cheeseburgers. Sam gawked at him. "Dude, when's the last time you ate?"
Dean gave the hunter a pissy look before replying, "Besides that one sandwich this morning... Yesterday afternoon. Why the hell would you steal a demon and not keep real food in the house?"
Sam cleared his throat before answering, "I wasn't planning on feeding you, actually."
Dean paused his mauling of the burger to glared at the hunter for a few long seconds before snapping, "That's just plain cruel, Sam!"
The hunter snickered as he finished his pizza and grabbed a slice of pepperoni as Dean started on his second cheeseburger, "So damn good." The demon moaned.