Next chapter will be posted on Monday.
Constructive criticism welcome!
*WARNING: Mild wincest.
Dean woke up first, he yawned and stretched before tensing as he remembered yesterday. He stared at Sam, wondering what the hunter would do when he woke up. If he remembered. Dean slowly tried to pull his arms out from under the hunter. Almost immediately Sam's eyes opened and Dean froze, looking like a deer in headlights.
Sam stared at the demon in confusion, "What's wrong?" He asked groggily before yawning.
Dean swallowed, his throat suddenly feeling like a desert. "Nothin. How'd you sleep?"
Sam narrowed his eyes at the demons cautious tone. "Good. You?"
Dean nodded, "Yeah, me too." After a few awkward moments Dean stood up. "You want anything for breakfast?"
Sam shook his head. "Think I'll just have coffee."
"'Kay." Dean quickly replied before briskly walking to the kitchen.
Sam stared after him, shaking his head in confusion. He was expecting the demon to give him crap about how he needed less 'dirt juice' and more food. Not just ''kay'. The hunter stood up and stretched before following Dean.
The demon already had two pieces of pizza on a plate when Sam entered the kitchen. He sniffed the air and paused. "Did you... Make coffee?!" Sam asked in shock.
Dean nodded, not looking at Sam.
The hunter stared at him like he had grown another head. "Why? I didn't even know you knew how to turn it on!"
The demon shrugged as he bit into a piece of pizza, his back to the hunter. "I'm gonna eat outside." He picked up his plate as he went to leave.
Sam stepped in front of him, forcing Dean to stop. "Why? What's with you this morning?"
Dean didn't meet the hunters eyes as he replied, "I'm fine Sam. My car needs... Something done to it. Oil change... Or somethin'." Dean muttered as he walked around Sam, making sure not to touch him. The confused hunter watched Dean leave, wondering what the hell was wrong.
Dean placed his plate on Baby's hood and placed his hands next to the plate, leaning on them. He took a deep breathe, his appetite gone. He couldn't do this, couldn't pretend like last night didn't happen. He was gonna have to tell the hunter, even if that meant Sam would hate him.
He wondered if the hunter would make him wear the handcuffs full time, if he would lose all trust in him. No matter what Sam couldn't kick him out, he needed the demon to sleep safely at night. Dean bowed his head, he was so pissed with himself. He had let his demon side win just a little that night.
He thought he was in control but obviously he was wrong. His demon side... Sam could never handle that. Last night was a fraction of it. Of the power and dominance it craved during anything sexual. He was losing control over it, especially since Sam had been in control the last time they'd been physical.
Basically, his demon side was frustrated and pissed. Dean threw the hood of his car open, sending the pizza slices and paper plate flying to the ground. He needed to do something, anything, to get his mind off this. And Baby really did need an oil change.
Sam watched Dean as he messed with his car, his mind active with worry and curiosity. Had Sam done something to offend the demon? ... Nah. Dean would call him out on it, not avoid him. The hunter sighed in annoyance before walking into the living room and turning on the TV.
Two hours later Dean was out of things to do to his car. He'd changed the oil and cleaned her out (not that she needed it). He stared at the house warily, not wanting to go inside. He suddenly glared at the house. "Quit being such a damn girl!" He muttered to himself before entering the house.
It was quiet, really quiet besides the TV. Dean slowly entered the living room to see Sam staring mindlessly at the TV as he channel surfed. Dean couldn't hold back his chuckle at the bored look on Sam's face. The TV had the worst channels on it, all soap operas and info-mercials.
Sam jumped and snapped his head sideways to look at Dean. "Didn't hear you come in."
"Sorry." The demon replied before backing out of the living room to go back outside. He couldn't do this right now, couldn't see the look on Sam's face turn to hate or fear.
Sam narrowed his eyes, glaring daggers at the demons retreating form. He shot up and quickly cut Dean off before he could reach the front door. "What the hell, Dean?" Sam snapped. "Why are you avoiding me? Did I do something?"
"No, hell no! You didn't do anything, Sam." Dean cleared his throat nervously. He couldn't let Sam think this was his fault, that was ten times worse! "Do you... Remember last night?" He asked hoarsely.
Sam nodded, "A bit. Why?"
"'A bit?' How much do you remember?" Dean asked.
"I remember you helping me shower... And I remember what happened... After." Sam ducked his head and blushed in embarrassment.
"So you remember everything?" Dean asked, his voice blank.
Sam nodded, "Yeah, I guess."
The demon swallowed and lowered his eyes to the floor. "I'm sorry Sam, so damn sorry. I shouldn't have done that, should've kept that side of me in control but I wanted you so damn bad. I'm so sorry." He apologized hoarsely, his eyes misty. "I'm no fuckin better than Zepar." He mumbled as he turned away from Sam to hide his shiny eyes. He quietly berated himself for losing it.
Sam's eyes went wide. "Whoa, what? What the hell are you talking about Dean?"
Dean sighed and cleared his throat before replying over his shoulder, "You don't remember how I attacked you last night? How I let you suck me off even though you were to drunk to consent?" He ran his hands through his hair roughly. "So damn sorry, Sammy."
Sam grabbed the demons shoulders and spun him around, shocked to find his eyes were full of unshed tears. "No, no, no. Dean, I wanted that last night. That was consensual, I promise!"
Dean shook his head, shrugging out of the hunters grip to back away a few steps. "How can it be? You won't let me touch you sober. How does you being fall down drunk make what I did okay if you aren't comfortable with it sober?"
Sam slowly followed Dean until his back hit the wall. Deans eyes shot black and his muscles tightened as Sam caged him in with his arms. His demon side demanded he not let the hunter dominate him like this.
"You okay?" Sam asked, noticing that Dean looked pissed and scared all of a sudden. Not to mention his eyes had shot black as night.
"Back off, Sam. Right now." Dean growled.
The hunter backed away, watching Dean carefully.
The demon closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths until the urge to dominate Sam passed him. He opened his now normal eyes, feeling kinda worn out from his internal fight. "That's what I'm talkin about, Sam. It's the demon in me... I have urges, instincts to be in control when we're physical. When I'm not I get tense and frustrated. That's what happened last night, I gave in to my urges a little bit. Usually I can handle it but lately... It's been bad." Dean groaned.
The hunters eyes widened a bit. Sam glared at him. "Why didn't you tell me?!"
Dean glared back at him, "What the hell was I supposed to tell you, Sam? That the demon half of me is a sexual deviant? Yeah, that would've gone down great!"
Sam closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. "So you lie to me instead? Keep me in the dark? You hate it when I do that to you, ya damn hypocrite!" Sam ended on a shout.
Dean shook his head, "I was trying to protect you, Sam. You were so scared and vulnerable, I just couldn't tell you."
Sam knew the demon was right, he just didn't like it. "What are these urges you have?"
Dean met Sam's eyes and shook his head, "You don't need to know that." He chuckled nervously.
The hunter pushed Dean against the wall, caging him in with his arms again. As Deans eyes shot black and his muscles tensed again Sam demanded, "What do your instincts want you to do right now? Tell me." His anger at Deans continued lie overroad his fear at the moment.
Dean snarled, the sound coming out slightly demonic. He threw his head back to hit the wall, hard. The pain gave him a bit more control. "Sam, don't damn it! You're teasing a damn tiger in a cage right now, and that cage can break!"
"Tell me and I'll back off." Sam demanded, needing to know.
Dean exhaled roughly as he warily answered, "I feel like shoving you against the wall, showing you I'm in control."
Sam backed off, like he promised. "That's it? I thought you said they were sexually deviant urges."
Dean smirked as he relaxed and his eyes flashed back to normal. "I didn't tell you what it wanted me to do to you once I got you against the wall."
Sam suddenly remembered something Dean had said earlier. "Dean, you aren't Zepar. You are NOTHING like him. Don't compare yourself to him."
The demon averted his eyes. "You're wrong, Sam. What I did last night..."
The hunter glared at Dean, "I wanted it, more than you know. Just because I can't handle it sober doesn't mean I don't want it. Trust me." Sam said strongly, "What happened with Zepar and... Lucifer... That was bad. That was rape. Torture. You are nothing like them, if you were you wouldn't be fighting this side of yourself to protect me." Sam's voice broke as he talked about his tormentors.
Deans gaze shot up to lock eyes with Sam. He saw a hint of fear there. "They can't hurt you now, you know that right?"
Sam nodded as he quickly stepped forward and wrapped his arms around the demon.
Dean froze in surprise, unsure of what to do.
"Listen to the human part of you and hug back, doofus." Sam whispered in his ear.
Dean rolled his eyes and wrapped his arms around the hunter. "Why do humans like this?" Dean asked.
"Because it feels good. Feels safe." Sam replied.
After a few seconds Dean asked, "Can it be over now?" Sam laughed and pulled away.
Sam and Dean returned to the house in search of lunch. Sam pulled out cereal while Dean made himself a ham and cheese sandwich. Sam glanced at Dean as the demon devoured his meal. The hunter cleared his throat. "Dean... "
The demon tensed at Sam's tone and hesitation. He stared hard at Sam. "What."
"I'm gonna call Cas later, tell him about my idea to get Zepar."
Dean sighed as he placed his sandwich on the counter, his appetite gone. "We talked about this, Sam."
The hunter glared at the demon. "No we didn't, you got pissed and said no. I got no say. This is my decision, and I've made it. I'm doing it."
Deans eyes flashed black, his voice slightly demonic, "Why are you so eager to risk your life? To put yourself at risk of being captured and tortured again?"
Sam stood up, shaking his head. "It's not like that. I just want him gone. Dead. So I can be safe and you and I can get on with our lives."
Dean narrowed his ebony eyes. "Eager to get rid of me, huh?"
"No Dean, but you can't tell me you like living like this, stuck to me. Babysitting me."
Dean slowly walked up to the hunter, stopping a couple feet in front of him. "If I didn't want to be here, I'd be gone in a second. You're not a burden." He growled. Dean stepped closer to the hunter and carefully reached his hand out to brush against Sam's cheek. The hunter tensed and watched Deans hand like a hawk, but he didn't flinch.
"I wish you would listen to me, Sam." Dean said hoarsely.
Sam raised his eyes to stare into Deans black gaze. "I still don't get why you care about me so much."
Dean chuckled quietly. "My guess? My demon side likes you. I kinda do too."
Sam winced and dropped his gaze.
The demons face became serious as he dropped his hand to his side. "What was that thought?"
"Nothing." Sam replied.
Dean glared at him. "Don't make me hulk out on you. Tell me."
The hunter snickered at Deans threat before replying, "Lucifer always told me I was nothing but a demons whore, that demons were attracted to me because of it."
Dean shook his head, ebony eyes filled with anger. "Fuck him, Sam. He was wrong."
The hunter met Deans eyes again. "Was he? First Lucifer, then Zepar, now you say your demon side likes me. So far I'm a demon magnet."
"I'm also half human, that part of me is attracted to you too. You're hot, Sammy."
The hunter blushed and looked away. "Yeah, right."
Dean narrowed his eyes. "I ain't lying, Sam. You're very attractive."
The hunter barely held in a laugh. "Enough with the jokes, Dean." He backed away, his eyes shining.
The demon followed him until Sam's back hit a wall. "Damn it, Sam. If only I could I'd show you how fuckin hot I think you are." Dean swore, his voice husky as he looked the hunter over slowly.
"Why don't you, then?" Sam dared.
The demons eyes snapped black in an instant, a low growl leaving his lips. "Don't tease me, Sam." He replied, staring into Sam's eyes as he stepped closer. He and the hunter were nose to nose now, Dean was just waiting for a sign from the hunter to back off. He knew it was coming, any second now.
"Who's teasing?" Sam asked, his voice hoarse with desire.
Dean stared in Sam's eyes for several long moments, looking for any signs of fear, before slowly leaning in and lightly brushed his lips to the hunters.
Sam returned the kiss, fisting Deans shirt in his hand. The demon placed his hands on Sam's hips and gently pushed him against the wall as his kiss got slightly more aggressive. Sam's other hand ran up Deans back to rest on his hair. The demon growled in response.
Deans lips left Sam's to trail down his neck, kissing, licking and biting. The hunter could feel himself getting hard in response. He wouldn't lie, he was a little nervous but he trusted Dean.
The demon slowly ran one hand down Sam's hip to cup his butt. The hunter tensed. Dean froze and stopped kissing the hunters neck to whisper in his ear. "Easy, Sammy. It's just me. I don't wanna hurt you, I wanna make you feel good."
Sam slowly relaxed at the sound of Deans voice. He nuzzled the demons neck as Dean continued kissing him. The demon purred as Sam lowered the hand clutching Deans shirt, brushing it over Deans hard on.
The demon suddenly moved the hand on Sam's hip up to grab his hair. He fisted it and yanked Sam's head back to crush his lips to the hunters. Sam moaned softly in response, his hand roughly stroking Dean through his pants.
The demon carefully bit Sam's lip, his kiss becoming a bit more aggressive. He moved the hand on Sam's butt lower, grabbing the hunters leg and pulling it up to rest against his outer thigh. He moaned as Sam continued stroking him, hard. "Fuck, Sammy. Keep it up and I ain't gonna last." He groaned, grazing his lips against Sam's.
He nipped and licked the hunters neck softly as he stiffened and groaned as he came. He braced his arms against the wall on either side of Sam, panting slightly. He took one hand and slowly ran it down Sam's side to his waist. The hunter stopped him. "I can't, Dean. I'm sorry."
The demon growled angrily, "Quit apologizing, Sam. It ain't like you just killed somebody or something, you don't have shit to apologize for."
Sam smirked, "If you say so."
The demon rolled his eyes and chuckled in irritation as his eyes flashed back to green. "You can be so damn frustrating, hunter." He rasped, "Yet somehow I still like you." He laid a gentle kiss on Sam's lips.
Sam snickered, "You think you aren't frustrating?"
Deans eyes narrowed, "I'm not that bad."
"Your obsession with meat can get pretty annoying." Sam replied.
"Shut up, Sam." Dean snapped slightly. The hunter laughed.