Sorry this one's late too, had dinner with the family and shit went down so posting this just slipped my mind. Next chapter will be posted on Sunday, promise!
Constructive crtitcism welcome!
*WARNING- Wincest!
Enjoy!
Dean stared intently at Sam. "I've been meaning to ask you... How did you manage to stop Lucifer?"
Sam sighed, "I don't want to talk about that. Being in the pit with Lucifer... It wasn't fun, Dean." The demon nodded understandingly. "So... You can show me your memories."
"No." Sam snapped, knowing exactly where Dean was going with this. Dean chuckled at Sam's reply. "I was just asking. It would be helpful to at least know what Zepar did to you when he was me." Sam shook his head. "No, Dean. Just... No."
"Sam, come on!"
"No! You don't need to know." Sam snapped.
Dean sighed in frustration. "I don't need to know... Or you don't want me to know?"
"Both."
"Fine." Dean growled as he pulled a beer out of the fridge and went to sit on the couch in the living room. Sam grabbed himself a beer and sat at the kitchen table, thinking. How could he get Zepar?
Dean finished his beer and glanced up as Sam came into the living room. He stood in front of the demon, his eyes averted slightly. Shit, the demon knew that meant nothing good. "What?" The demon asked gruffly.
Sam exhaled to calm himself. "I think I may have a plan to get Zepar."
Dean stared at the hunter in surprise. "Great! What is it?" Sam cleared his throat, "I could try summoning him again, away from here. I know before he ignored me but I pissed him off. Hurt his pride. Now he might come if I summon him."
Dean shot up and stared at the hunter as he put the pieces together. "You mean... You're gonna use yourself as bait?" Sam nodded.
Deans eyes turned black in a second. "No fuckin way!" He growled, his voice sounding demonic.
Sam gasped and scrambled away from the pissed off demon. "Holy shit, Dean. C-calm down! This is the only way I can think of to get Zepar. It's this or nothing."
Dean followed Sam, his anger increasing at the thought of what could happen to the hunter. "Do you wanna die? Do you want Zepar to kill you? Is that it?"
Sam swallowed, not sure what to say. Originally, that HAD been the plan...
Deans eyes widened at the hunters silence. "Hell, Sam. If that was the plan the whole time why didn't you tell me?" Dean pushed Sam against the wall, placing a firm hand around the hunters throat, his thumb on Sam's pulse. His black eyes filled with so much anger and... Something else Sam couldn't make out. Sadness, maybe?
"Say the word, Sammy. I'll kill you painlessly, right here, right now. Just say the word. I'm not letting you go to Zepar and suffer. I... Like you too much to let you suffer like that again." Sam's eyes widened in shock and fear as he wrapped his hands around Deans wrist. He stared the demon in his black eyes. "Dean... Let me go."
The demons hand relaxed but didn't move. "You sure? This is a one time offer, Sam." The hunter nodded. Dean dropped his hand to his side. "I won't let you do that, set yourself up as bait for that fucker. I don't give a damn how bad you want him. The answer is no. Fuck no!"
Sam glared at him. "You can't tell me what I can and can't do, Dean. I don't belong to you!"
Dean smirked cockily. "Oh, really?" He asked, his voice lowering, husky as he took a step closer to Sam, his eyes back to normal. "Because I remember these past couple weeks. Me protecting you, feeding you, comforting you... " Dean looked the hunter up and down lustily before he leaned closer to Sam until their noses nearly touched. "... Kissing you, Disciplining you. Like it or not, Sammy, you're mine." The demons voice was low and raspy with desire as his eyes flashed black again.
Sam tensed, unsure of what to do. Everything Dean said was true. Even if it wasn't, a part of Sam wanted it to be true but Sam could feel his fears rearing their ugly heads at Deans closeness, his arousal, his proclamation that Sam was his. Sam couldn't help a whimper of fear that escaped as he began shivering. A panic attack was brewing.
Deans eyes turned back to normal as he backed a few steps away, cursing himself. "Breathe, Sam. In and out. That's it, kid." He praised as Sam controlled his breathing. When the panic attack subsided Sam glanced at Dean, embarrassed. "I'm sorry."
The demon shook his head, "Don't. I'm the one that should be sorry. I shouldn't have done that, I should know better by now." Dean cursed himself as he apologized to Sam again before going into the kitchen. He grabbed the tequila bottle and poured himself a shot, downing it quickly. He glanced back at Sam, who had followed him.
"I'm sorry I keep screwing up, Sam." He said before downing another shot. Sam walked to stand beside Dean. "You're not screwing up, I'm just a mess." The demon shook his head, "No, I keep screwing up. The demon side of me... Has been hard to control lately."
He grabbed Sam's wrist gently as the hunter reached for a shot glass. "You can have ONE. ONE, Sam." The demon said sternly, leaving no room for argument. Sam rolled his eyes as he shook Deans hand off and downed a shot. The demon snickered at Sam's girly faces in reaction to the tequila.
Dean yawned, he was damn tired. He glanced at the stove clock. "It's 11. You wanna go to bed?" Sam sighed, trying to get rid of the tequilas burn in his mouth before he nodded. Dean laughed, "Drink some water, lightweight. It'll help with the burn."
Sam took the suggestion and exhaled in relief as the burn disappeared. He put the shot glasses and tequila away before following Dean.
The demon walked slowly to his side of the bed and grabbed the cuffs. He looked at Sam questioningly, "I need to wear these tonight?" The hunter averted his eyes in shame and nodded. Dean narrowed his eyes and snapped his fingers to get Sam's attention. "Hey! Don't tear yourself up about this. I get it, okay?"
The hunter met Deans gaze and nodded again. The demon lazily walked up to Sam as he slowly pulled his shirt off. Sam leaned away, trying to control his instinct to flee. One shot of tequila wasn't enough to completely block his fears, only dim them a bit. "These things kill all my power when I have 'em on, I'm basically a human. With that being said, can we try tonight with just the cuffs, no bed restraint? It kills my shoulders, kid."
Sam sighed, his fear replaced by irritation. "What did I say about calling me 'kid'?"
Dean smirked as he held the cuffs out to Sam, "You didn't answer the question... Kid."
The hunter rolled his eyes. "Yeah, okay.", he replied as he took the cuffs from Dean and snapped them on the demons wrists. Dean eyes turned black as he handed the hunter the key.
Sam pocketed the key as he stared into the demons black eyes. He tried to remember the three reasons his eyes flashed black. Dean didn't look aroused or pissed. That meant... "Are you scared?" The hunter blurted out before thinking. Dean stiffened slightly as he walked to his side of the bed, the thin chain holding the cuffs together allowed his arms to hang at his sides.
"No. Why the hell would you think that?" He snapped defensively as he sat on the right side of the bed. Sam narrowed his eyes at the demon. "You told me your eyes turn black for three reasons. They're black now so either you're pissed, turned on or scared. You don't seem pissed, you aren't turned on, so... "
Dean bowed his head and squeezed his eyes shut. His hands closed into tight fists, the cuffs clinking with his movement. Damn his tell all black demonic eyes! He sighed in irritation before gruffly replying, "So what if I'm scared? You get scared all the damn time, ya don't see me makin fun of you for it!"
The hunter slowly walked close enough to Dean to lay a careful hand on his shoulder. "I'm not making fun of you Dean. I'm just... Not used to it, I guess." Sam said softly. Dean roughly shrugged the hunters hand off. "Yeah, right. We here to talk or sleep, Samantha?"
The hunter gritted his teeth as he fought the urge to yell at the demon for calling him Samantha. He knew Dean was lashing out because of what Sam said. He shouldn't have said anything about the demon being afraid, damn stupid move that was! Sam walked to his side of the bed and laid down as Dean lowered himself on his side, facing away from Sam.
After a couple minutes Dean said, "You need to be touching me, Sam. Just because I ain't tied to the bed doesn't mean I'm gonna eat you." The hunter slowly moved closer to the demon. "I didn't know if you'd want me to." He replied quietly.
Dean rolled on his back, directing his ebony glare at Sam. "Why the hell would you think that?"
Sam stopped moving, "Because... I made you angry."
Dean sighed wearily, "Sam, I wouldn't leave you vulnerable to Zepar because I'm in a pissy mood. Okay? I would never do that, your safety is more important to me than anything. Even my own." He replied, playing with the chain on the cuffs as he stared at it.
The hunter scooted next to Dean and carefully rested his chin on the demons shoulder. The demon turned his head to lock eyes with Sam before slowly raising his arm to lay behind Sam's head. The hunter laid his head on Deans shoulder. "Why do you care so much about me?" Sam asked, staring into Deans black gaze.
"I dunno. Something about you, I guess." The demon sighed as he rested his head on his pillow to stare up at the ceiling.
Sam stared at the demons muscular chest, remembering the first night they'd slept together. The cuffs still giving him courage, Sam slowly slid his hand from under his head on Deans shoulder to his chest.
The demon closed his eyes, trying to hold back his reaction so he wouldn't spook Sam. Kid probably had no clue what he was doing to the demon.
Sam rubbed a few small circles with his thumb before sliding his hand over Deans nipple. Deans black eyes shot open as he continued staring up at the ceiling. He exhaled quietly, gritting his teeth tighter as the hunter slowly slid his hand to the demons stomach.
Sam felt Deans smooth, soft skin as he ran his hand lower. He paused as his hand hit Deans pants before moving over them. Dean moaned as Sam's hand reached the crotch of his pants, unable to hold back his reaction any longer.
"What're you doing, Sammy?" He groaned. Sam ignored him as he felt Deans erection and carefully rubbed it through his pants. The demon fisted Sam's shirt in his hand as he growled in approval. Sam paused and tensed at Deans growl.
The demon turned his head to look at him, his eyes now black for a different reason. "It's okay." He said hoarsely. Sam stared the demon in his black gaze before hesitantly touching his lips to Deans. The demon pulled back slightly. "You don't have to do this, you know that right?" Dean asked, not quite believing this was happening. Sam nodded, "I want to, Dean. You make me feel... Safe. I haven't felt safe in so damn long. Let me do this." Sam replied.
The demon gently touched his lips to Sam's as the hunter stroked Deans cock through his jeans. The demon groaned, "Fuck, Sam." Sam hesitantly touched his tongue to Deans lower lip as he kissed him. The demon grabbed Sam's hair and tilted his head back, deepening the kiss as the hunter unzipped the demons jeans.
Dean gasped slightly as Sam pulled his dick out and softly stroked his hard on from base to tip. Dean pulled away from Sam's mouth to gently nip and bite at the hunters neck. "Harder." He moaned in the hunters ear as Sam stroked him. The hunter tightened his grip as Dean kissed his neck and under his ear. "Feels so fuckin good, Sammy." He groaned in approval. "Keep it up and I'm gonna come."
"I know." Sam groaned softly. He stroked Dean firmly a couple more times before the demon stiffened and growled as he came. Sam and Dean laid there panting for a few moments before the demon kissed Sam on the neck again.
"That was awesome." He panted. The demon slowly moved his hand down Sam's side, intending to repay the favour. He stopped when he felt the hunter freeze.
"Dean... I'm not ready for that yet." Sam's voice shook a bit at the admission.
Dean nodded as he pulled his hand back up to Sam's head, running his fingers through the mans long hair. "That's okay. I need to get up, though." He replied, glancing down at the mess on his jeans.
Sam untangled himself from Deans cuff chain. The demon walked to the bathroom and stole a fresh pair of jeans and boxers from Sam before returning to the bed.
Sam averted his gaze, his cheeks heating up. Dean grabbed his chin and forced Sam to look at him. "Don't you fuckin dare, Sammy. There wasn't a damn thing wrong with what just happened as long as you wanted it. Did you want it?"
The hunter nodded meekly. "Good. Then quit feeling bad or embarrassed about it." Dean said sternly before wrapping his arms around Sam. The hunter laid his head on the demons chest, smiling as he realized the demons eyes weren't black anymore. He listened to Deans breathing as they both drifted into a quiet sleep.