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*WARNING: Wincest.
An hour later after changing into new clothes Dean was gone to the store to stock up on food, reluctantly leaving Sam behind. It had taken nearly an hour to convince the overprotective demon to let Sam stay home. The hunter stared at the ceiling as he called out, "Cas? Need you for a sec."
A few moments later the angel appeared. He glanced around quickly. "Where's the demon?" He asked curiously.
"The store, stocking up on supplies."
The angel slowly nodded. He stared at Sam, his eyes full of questions.
"I have this plan to get Zepar but Dean doesn't agree."
Castiel suddenly understood why Sam had called him without the demon present. "I see. What is this plan?"
"To use myself as bait. Dean and I stopped Zepar from hurting me, and we hurt his pride. When I summoned him before he didn't come but now... "
Castiel's eyes widened in realization. "Now Zepar will want revenge." The hunter nodded. "It could work but it's very risky, Sam. I understand why Dean doesn't agree, if this goes south... "
Sam shook his head. "It won't. I'll have you, you can beat him right?"
"I believe so, yes." The angel answered. His blade could kill anything. "If we did this, what would you do about Dean?"
Sam's averted his gaze. "Let me worry about that."
Castiel nodded. "When would you want to do this?"
Sam stared outside as he saw headlights driving up to the house, Deans headlights. "Tomorrow night, at this time."
Cas nodded. "You look good, Sam. Better, healthier." He commented before disappearing just as Dean opened the door, his arms full of plastic bags.
Sam stared at the place Cas had stood. He knew he had gained some weight now that Dean was practically force feeding him meat. Had he really looked that bad before? "Hey, Samantha. Come get some of these bags would ya?" Sam snapped out of it and went to help Dean.
The demon was cooking steaks on the stove as Sam sat at the table and stared into space, his mind drowning in thoughts. Dean glanced back at him, sensing something was up. "You've been staring at the wall for ten minutes. What's up?"
Sam's attention shot to Dean. He had to tell him, and now was as good a time as any. Sam took a deep breath before answering, "I talked to Cas about my plan."
Dean dropped the fork and knife he was checking the steaks with. He shut off the oven and slowly turned his now black glare to Sam. "I thought I said no. I meant it, Sam. You ain't doing this." He growled menacingly, his patience worn thin.
Sam sighed in frustration. "Cas thinks it might work, I have to try. I'd like you to be there."
Dean walked to the table and slammed his hands down in front of Sam angrily. "I won't be there and neither will you. Cas has no damn clue how strong Zepar is, I seriously doubt he can beat him."
Dean walked around the table to stand over Sam threateningly, his ebony eyes glaring daggers. "You... Aren't... Doing... This." He growled softly, caging the hunter in with his arms. Sam gulped, he had really pissed the demon off this time!
Dean laid a surprisingly gentle kiss on Sam's lips before returning to the steak, his eyes still black in anger. "You're gonna tell Cas the next time you see him that you changed your mind, okay? I can't let you do this, Sam. I just can't."
"Fine." The hunter replied sullenly.
Dean slapped Sam's steak on a plate and gave it to him before sitting down with his own. He covered his in barbecue sauce and cut himself a big piece, blood oozing out from the very rare steak. Sam made a face at the blood. "There's no way in hell that's healthy."
Dean smirked, "Actually, in hell this would be a delicacy."
Sam snickered before his gaze turned serious. "Have you been to hell?"
Dean slowly nodded. "Not a happy memory but yeah." He replied before shoving more steak in his mouth.
Sam nearly gagged as blood dripped down the demons chin. "Oh come on! How can you eat that?!"
Dean rolled his eyes. "Because, Samantha, I'm part demon. Duh." He replied as he bit into another piece, drawing a disgusted groan from Sam.
"I'm eating mine in the living room." He got up to leave, barely hearing Dean call him a wimpy chicken shit. He snorted in amusement as he flicked on the TV and began channel surfing as he ate his medium cooked steak. He moaned softly as he took the first bite. Damn, could that demon cook!
Sam was laying in bed as Dean walked in the room shirtless. Sam jumped before his eyes locked on him, a hint of fear showing.
Dean paused when his eyes met Sam's. "Forgot you were already in here. It's okay, Sam." He mumbled.
The hunter quietly watched the demon like a hawk as he slowly walked to his side of the bed, laying under the covers. "You okay? Want me to put the cuffs on?"
Sam shook his head, relaxing a bit now that the demon wasn't standing over him. "I'm fine, now. I think you being... Shirtless... Standing over me... It's a trigger."
Dean nodded slightly. Sam immediately cuddled up to the demon, clinging to him like velcro.
"Easy, kid. I ain't going anywhere." Dean chuckled.
Sam backed off a little. "Sorry. I just... Forget it." He replied stiffly.
Dean snaked his arm under the hunters head and forced him to look at him. "What is it?"
Sam blushed, feeling embarrassed. "I guess... I just miss it."
"Miss what?"
The hunter sighed, feeling pathetic. "Miss this. Miss being like this without being afraid. Without being hurt." He averted his eyes, waiting for the demon to call him out on being a wimp. Sam jumped in surprise as he felt Deans lips meet his.
"I'm glad you trust me, Sammy." Dean rasped as he pulled away slightly. The hunter pressed his lips back to Deans, fisting the demons shirt.
Dean gently ran his hand down Sam's side to his thigh, rubbing small circles there. The hunter paused as the demons hand drifted lower. His eyes met Deans now ebony eyes. The demon could see a hint of worry.
He pressed his forehead to Sam's reassuringly. "It's me, Sammy. Let me do this. Let me make you feel good." He slowly popped the button open on Sam's jeans.
The hunter winced at the sound. "Shhh, easy." The demon whispered as his fingers found Sam's boxers. The hunter was panting now out of worry and arousal. Dean began softly stroking Sam's erection as he began nipping and kissing the hunters neck.
Sam moaned in response, his jaw clenched. "That's it, Sammy. Relax. Good boy." Dean whispered in the hunters ear. Sam flinched and whined, remembering the last time he had been told he was a 'good boy'.
Dean pulled his head back to lock his black eyes to Sam's hazel ones. "Look at me. You're here, not there. You're safe, Sam. You're not HIS anymore." He fisted the mans hair and forced him to look at Dean. The demon could see the fear drain from the hunters eyes as he was reminded where he was.
"That's it." Dean praised, gently kissing the hunter as he continued stroking him. Sam stiffened and moaned softly as he came. Dean continued kissing the hunters neck, nipping his ear lobe as Sam fell back onto the pillow, all tension gone.
Dean stood up from the bed and went around to Sam's side, pulling him up. "Need to clean up." He grunted as he forced the hunter off the bed. Not an easy feat.
"Right." Sam sighed before yawning.
Dean snickered as he followed the hunter to the bathroom. He pulled out fresh boxers and pants for Sam as he undressed himself. Dean watched him shamelessly.
The hunter blushed and glared at the demon. "Seriously?"
Dean smirked, "You strip in front of me and expect me not to look? You do know I'm part demon, right?"
Sam snorted in amusement. "Sure, blame the demon in you."
As Dean went to leave the bathroom Sam stepped in front of him. "What about you?" He asked, glancing down at the bulge in Deans pants.
"I'm fine, Sam. I owed you big time anyway, remember." Dean smirked.
Sam pressed his lips to Deans and pushed him against the wall. As he unzipped the demons pants, Dean snarled as spun them around so that Sam was pinned against the wall. The demon froze as he regained control. "Shit, Sammy. I'm sorry." He rasped, backing away.
Sam followed him. "Shut up, it's fine." He mumbled as he shoved his hand into Deans pants and stroked him roughly.
The demon growled, sounding feral as he started roughly kissing Sam. He grabbed the mans hair and yanked his head back, deepening the kiss. The hunter stroked the demon from base to tip hard, just how Dean liked it.
A few minutes later the demon sunk his teeth into Sam's shoulder and growled low as he came. Sam groaned in response, the bite turning him on a little.
Dean released Sam's shoulder and backed away, his eyes returned to normal. "Shit Sam... I'm sorry." He said, his voice still husky.
Sam stepped after him. "It's okay, Dean." He wrapped the demon in a reassuring hug, Dean stiffening in response, as usual. "To be honest... I kinda liked it." Sam whispered into Deans ear.
The demon groaned, "You better not be just saying that, 'cuz if you're telling the truth you're gonna get bit a lot more often."
Sam tilted his head towards Deans ear, "Is that a promise?" he teased.
The demon playfully pushed Sam away, towards the bedroom. "You bet your ass it's a promise." He growled.
Sam laughed as he went to lay in the bed, Dean joining him a few minutes later sporting a new pair of pants. Sam rested his head on the demons shoulder and yawned, his eyelids heavy.
Dean buried his nose in Sam's hair as he felt the hunters breathing slow, the man was asleep. "You're mine now, hunter. I'm not gonna let anything hurt you, ever again." Dean whispered as he closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.