Next chapter will be posted on Tuesday
Constructive criticism welcome!
*WARNING- Zepar makes an appearance, as does a bit of Wincest.
Enjoy!
Dean walked into the kitchen and glanced at the ceiling. "Castiel? I need you for a sec." He waited a couple minutes before snapping, "Get your feathery ass down here Castiel. Right freakin now!"
"You bellowed?" Cas replied.
Deans gaze snapped to the angel. "Gee, thanks for coming." He griped.
"Do you need something or not?"
Dean sighed before rubbing his face with his hands. "I know you have something that can restrain me. I need it, for Sam."
Castiel glared at the demon. "How do you know that?", He snapped.
"Because I'm not stupid, choir boy. There's no way you'd be okay with me running around free if you didn't have a plan B ready."
Cas nodded, impressed at the demons intelligence. "Why should I give it to you?"
Dean shook his head. "It's for Sam, not me. I need to sleep in the same bed as him to do the blood dream thing and he's not comfortable with it. I think it'll help him relax if I'm restrained."
Castiel widened his eyes in surprise. "You're going to allow yourself to be restrained around a hunter that has a weapon that can kill you?"
Dean nodded and chuckled nervously. "Thanks for the reasurrence, dude. I don't have a choice. Sam needs this."
Castiel stared at the demon for several long moments before slowly taking out black handcuffs. He handed them to Dean, along with the key. "Those cuffs were forged from the blood of a knight of hell and my own blood. You won't be able to break them. They'll also leave you powerless. You won't have the strength to fight anyone that tries to hurt you, including Sam if you fail and Zepar hurts him again."
Dean nodded. "If I can't protect Sam then I deserve whatever he does to me. Thanks, Cas."
The angel nodded and disappeared as Dean walked to Sam's bedroom. He wasn't gonna lie, he was nervous as hell. The demon had never been powerless before. He opened Sam's bedroom door and slowly walked in, the hunter was sitting on the bed. He tossed the cuffs next to Sam.
The hunter picked them up and looked at them. "What are these for?" He asked the demon nervously.
"They're for me. You're gonna cuff me to the headboard. They're made out of angel blood and blood from a knight of hell, they'll leave me powerless."
Sam gawked at Dean in shock. "You'd willingly do this? Why?"
Dean placed the key in Sam's hand. "I'm doing this for you, Sammy. All I ask is you leave the demon knife in the living room, just in case."
Sam nodded, he walked into the living room and quickly placed the knife in a drawer before returning to Dean, who was now laying on the right side of the bed shirtless. The demon lazily laid his arms above his head as Sam cautiously approached him with the cuffs.
This time the demons missing shirt wasn't nearly as scary since Sam stood over him. He placed the key to the cuffs in his jeans pocket before he looked Dean in the eyes. "Why the hell would you do this for me?"
The demon shrugged. "Does it matter? Now cuff me already." Sam hesitantly cuffed the demon to the bed.
Suddenly, Deans eyes turned black. Sam winced and jumped back a step. "Why are your eyes black?"
Dean cleared his throat nervously. "Probably should've warned you... My eyes turn black when I'm nervous, or really pissed off. I can't control it. It's one of those things I suck at, remember?"
Sam nodded. Dean pulled at the cuffs with all his strength, testing them. He was surprised and a bit nervous to find that his supernatural strength was gone, he was weak.
"Where did you get these, anyway?" Sam asked.
"Castiel. He had them made. The angel blood in the cuffs is actually his." Surprise filled Sam's eyes. Why had Castiel not told him about the handcuffs?
"You gonna stand there and stare at me or you gonna get in the damn bed?" Sam nodded and slowly crawled under the blanket, next to Dean. He laid on the very edge of the mattress, as far away from the demon as possible.
Dean rolled his eyes. "Any further and a truck could drive between us, kid. You have to have skin to skin contact, remember?" Sam sighed warily and inched closer to Dean. "You need to touch me, Sammy. That's what skin to skin contact means."
Sam slowly rested a shaky hand on Deans shoulder. This was the first time he'd had consensual physical contact in... Years. Before he got stuck in the pit with Lucifer. He slowly ran his hand over Deans chest, making small slow circles with his thumb.
Dean moaned softly in response as Sam ran his thumb over the demons nipple. Sam's eyes widened slightly as he quickly glanced at Deans ebony eyes before he pulled his hand away and averted his gaze, his cheeks red with embarrassment. "Sorry."
Dean smirked. "It's okay, Sammy. It felt pretty good until you stopped."
Sam slowly slid his hand back on Deans chest as he laid his head on the pillow, his forehead touching Deans cuffed arm. They both closed their eyes and slowly drifted off to sleep.
Sam's muscles went rigid as he recognized the large red room, empty except for a bed. He shivered and lowered his eyes to the red carpet, preparing himself for whatever would come. Dean walked up behind Sam and laid a hand on his shoulder, letting the kid know he was there. Sam jumped and whimpered, keeping his gaze low.
"Sammy, it's me. Remember? I'm here with you this time, for real. That prick won't hurt you again." Dean said with conviction. The room was typical Zepar, straight to the point and painted in red.
Just then Zepar finally appeared next to the bed with a huge smile on his face. "So, you brought the hybrid with you Sam? This should be interesting."
Dean smirked dangerously as he glared daggers at the demon, quickly pushing Sam behind him. "Zepar. Long time no see. Tell me, why are you wasting your time torturing a male hunter? I thought you preferred the other white meat?"
Zepar slowly walked to the front of the bed as he replied, "Normally I wouldn't bother but this stupid chew toy imprisoned Lucifer. You do know who Lucifer is, right hybrid?"
Dean glanced back at Sam in surprise. The hunter was keeping his head down and staying quiet, letting Dean handle this.
Dean returned his eyes to Zepar. "I know who Lucifer is... And I don't give a damn what Sam did. Either you leave him alone or I'll kill you. You know I can do it, Zepar."
The demon laughed loudly before flicking his hand, flinging Dean against the wall. He strolled to Sam as he replied, "There's a problem with your plan, hybrid. This is Sam's mind, even with your little blood tie you have no power here, no authority. Sam is MINE. Aren't you, Sam?" Zepar asked as he petted Sam's hair.
Sam trembled quietly, eyes scrunched shut as the demon touched him. Deans eyes turned black as he fought Zepar's hold. He growled in anger as Zepar's hand lowered to Sam's throat. "Look at the hybrid scum, my good little pet. Let's show him how he's failed, how weak he truly is." Zepar chuckled in delight at Deans desperation to help Sam.
The hunter allowed his head to be raised but kept his eyes shut. "Open your eyes, now. Don't make me angry, Sam."
The hunter winced at the threat and slowly opened his eyes to see a black eyed, pissed off Dean pinned to the red wall. "Good boy." Zepar praised. The demon smiled at Dean maniacally as he flicked his hand, pinning Sam against the wall only a few short feet from Dean.
"This is going to be extra fun. You must bring your friend more often, Sam." Zepar chuckled.
Sam let his dead eyes meet Deans. The demon brushed his fingers over Sam's, barely able to reach him thanks to Zepar's hold. "Sammy, listen to me. Zepar's right, this is your mind. He has the power here, but only because you let him. You need to fight Sam! Make him powerless and I'll take care of the rest." Dean pleaded with the hunter as Zepar stopped in front of him.
The demon snorted in amusement at Dean before breaking out in crazed laughter. "Oh, hybrid. You obviously have no idea how well I've trained my little pet here. He's MINE. My toy, my pet, my bitch... My whore." Zepar's eyes filled with lust as he roughly grabbed Sam's crotch. The hunter gasped in pain and struggled against the demons hold.
"Sam, fight him! Don't give in, damn it!" Dean snarled as he continued trying to do anything to stop Zepar. His powers didn't work either!
Zepar pressed himself against Sam as he bit the hunters neck, leaving a bloody bite mark before forcefully kissing him. He grabbed Sam's ass roughly before he bit the hunters lip hard, drawing more blood, before pulling back. Zepar locked eyes with Dean as he unzipped Sam's jeans slowly. "You will not win, hybrid. Sammy is my little bitch, in every delicious sense of the word. What do you say we prove it to him, hmm Sam?" He taunted.
Sam's eyes were blank as he stared at Dean, trying to shut everything out. Dean was able to barely grab Sam's hand. He pinched the hunters palm, snapping him out of it. Sam was pulled back, where he felt everything. His panicked gaze shot to Zepar as he felt the bite marks, the blood, the pain. He also felt Zepar as the demon pulled down Sam's pants. His breathing became rapid as he started to panic.
He felt something pull his hand and his eyes shot to the side... "Dean?" He gasped.
"Sammy, fight the fucker! Please kid, please, I'm begging you here... This is your mind, you're giving him all the power. Take it away from him! Please, Sam!" Dean begged the hunter desperately.
Sam concentrated as he imagined Zepar pinned against the wall, like the demon had done to Sam so many times before. To his utter shock, Zepar was flung against the wall as Sam was released from it. He gaped slightly at the pissed off demon in surprised.
"What the fuck?!" Zepar cursed. He glared menacingly at Sam. "You best release me right fuckin now or you'll regret it you little whore!" The demon yelled angrily, his eyes turned black with red pupils.
"Yeah... Don't think so." Sam replied warily, unsure if this was a trick or actually happening. Zepar snarled in anger before he disappeared. Sam held his breath as he waited for Zepar to appear free, telling him the game was over. When nothing happened he laughed, "I can't believe that worked!"
He heard someone behind him clear their throat and he spun around, his heart pounding in terror. He relaxed when he saw it was just a black eyed, restrained Dean.
Suddenly, Sam was awake. Unlike usual he didn't wake up yelling, screaming or crying. He was just awake. Like normal people woke up. He realized his head was laying on something warm as he opened his eyes to see brown hair. "Sammy? You awake?" Dean rasped sleepily.
Sam raised his head from Deans shoulder and looked Dean in his black eyes briefly as he uncurled himself from the demon. "Sorry."
Dean sighed, "It's all good Sam, can you get these damn cuffs off now?"
Sam froze, a panicked expression on his face. "What?" Dean asked, on alert suddenly.
Sam cleared his throat nervously, "Do you remember where I put the keys?"
Dean laughed, "You're kiddin, right? That ain't funny Sam." All humor slowly left Deans face. "I ain't into this kinky shit so you better find those freakin keys Sammy!"
Sam felt his pockets in a frenzy, sighing in relief as he felt the key. "Found it." Dean jumped out of the bed as Sam unlocked one cuff. He took the key from Sam's hand as his eyes turned back to normal. As he unlocked the other cuff he asked, "You doing okay? I know Zepar did some stuff before you could stop him."
Sam stared out the window, his eyes getting that glazed zoned out look, as he replied softly, "I'm fine, Dean."
The demon stood up and tossed the cuffs on the bed as he pocketed the key. Dean clenched his jaw, his eyes narrowed in anger. "Bullshit." He seethed through gritted teeth, thoroughly pissed off that Sam was still lying to him after everything.
Sam winced at the anger in Deans voice. "You don't wanna tell me what's really going on, fine. But quit lying to me Sam!" Dean growled before leaving the bedroom. He walked into the kitchen and pulled one of the pies out.
Sam sighed wearily as he stood in the bedroom doorway watching Dean storm off. Dean didn't get it, Sam didn't want him to know everything Zepar had done. Especially the time he had appeared as Dean. Sam shivered fearfully at the memory. The hunter went into the bathroom, he really needed a shower. The memory of Zepar touching him made him feel dirty.