Next chapter will be posted on Thursday.
Constructive criticism welcome!
*WARNING: Minor violence and a bit of wincest.
Sam woke first and smiled as he heard Dean snoring softly. That smile disappeared as he remembered that Castiel was coming tonight to help him go through with his plan to capture Zepar.
Sam knew Dean would be pissed, livid actually, but the hunter had to do it. The desire to see Zepar in chains was overwhelming to the hunter, as was his burning need to shove his blade through the demons heart. Sam quietly got out of bed and left the room to get his coffee going, his head full of thoughts.
Dean woke quickly, feeling that Sam was gone. He rubbed his hands over his eyes and slowly got out of bed to follow the hunters scent to the kitchen. "Dirt soup again?" He asked, his voice rough with sleep.
"I like coffee. Deal with it." Sam snapped, his dark thoughts getting the better of him.
Dean paused and glared at the hunter. "What the hell crawled up your ass?" He growled.
"Sorry. Bad morning I guess."
Dean looked him over, "Wanna tell me why?"
Sam shook his head, his eyes dropping to the table. "It's nothing." Deans look darkened, he knew the hunter was lying. He ignored the instinct to grill Sam and got eggs, ham and bacon out of the fridge and started cooking them.
Sam watched him, still a bit shocked that a demon could cook. Half human or not.
Dean shut the burner off and filled his plate with food before sitting at the kitchen table across from Sam. He ate his food in silence, not once looking up at the hunter.
Sam sighed before sipping his coffee.
The demon finished his breakfast and placed the plate in the sink before storming behind Sam and caging him in with his arms, slamming his hands on the table.
Sam jumped and gasped in shock as Dean snarled, "What are you lying to me about?"
Sam froze and warily asked, "Why do you think I'm lying about something?"
Dean snarled and lowered his mouth next to Sam's ear. "Don't fuckin play with me, boy. Yesterday you talked to Castiel, today your lying and tense. You don't think I can put two and two together?" He whispered dangerously.
Sam swallowed nervously and lowered his head meekly. He stayed quiet.
Deans eyes shot midnight black as he pulled Sam from the chair and slammed him against the wall. They stood nose to nose as Dean snarled, "You're going after Zepar aren't you? Today?" Sam gulped and nodded slightly.
Dean spun away from Sam, walked across the kitchen and punched a deep hole in the wall.
Sam flinched at the sound of the wall breaking.
Dean slowly turned to face Sam. He stalked towards him, looking much like a predator, his black eyes glaring daggers into Sam.
The hunter anxiously held his gaze as the demon got closer. "I'll kill him if he tries to take you tonight. I told you before and I wasn't fuckin kidding. I WILL kill Castiel if it means protecting you." The menace in Deans voice and eyes caused Sam to wince as the demon once again caged Sam in with his arms and body.
The hunter pressed himself against the wall as much as he could. "I'm sorry, Dean. Just don't... Don't hurt me." He whimpered softly.
Shock filled the demons features as he dropped his arms and his eyes returned to normal color. "Sammy... I wouldn't... No matter how mad I'd get I'd NEVER hurt you." He rasped.
Sam glanced quickly at the hole in the wall before dropping his gaze to the floor. "That's the wall, Sammy, the WALL. NOT you! I'd never hurt you, ever!" Dean growled.
He slowly reached his hand up to gently cup the hunters cheek. Dean shook his head as Sam flinched a little. "Don't. Don't be afraid of me."
Sam met his eyes warily and held the demons gaze for a long moment before engulfing him in a desperate hug. He grasped Deans shirt tightly as he said, "You were so angry... For a second I thought I was back with Zepar. When he was you... He was that angry. You looked the same." Sam's voice shook as he spoke, tears falling down his face into Deans shirt.
Dean hugged him back tightly, cursing his demonic temper. "I'm so sorry, Sam. So friggin sorry." He whispered in the hunters ear.
The hunter sobbed into the demons shirt for several minutes before pulling away and rubbing his eyes. "Sorry." He rasped, his voice rough from crying.
Dean glared at him. "Don't you dare apologize." He growled, "It's not your fault, damn it. You can't help what triggers you."
Sam sat in the kitchen chair and ran his hands through his hair. "You're not going with the angel. That hasn't changed." Dean stated firmly.
The hunter sighed wearily, "I know." He got up and walked into the bedroom, Dean following. There was no way he was leaving the kid alone right now. Sam sat on the bed and slouched over, staring at the floor. He glanced at Dean, "Why are you following me?"
"Why're you in the bedroom?"
Sam snorted. "What d'you think I'm gonna do? Call Cas? He won't come, not until 7."
Dean crossed his arms and leaned against the wall, staying silent. Sam got up and walked to Dean, standing in front of the demon. He stared him hard in the eyes before suddenly planting his lips on the demons.
Dean growled in surprise before returning the kiss. The demon knew he should be suspicious but that all went out the window as Sam nipped his lips aggressively. He snarled as his eyes shot black, his demon side throwing all caution out the window.
Sam slowly walked backwards, towards the bed. Dean followed, nipping and biting at Sam's neck, his demon instincts barely kept in control.
"Sit down, please?" Sam asked, knowing that if he demanded it Dean could lose what little control he had.
The demon did as asked, his hungry eyes black as night. Sam brought his lips to the demons neck, licking and sucking at his soft skin. Dean growled and pulled at Sam's shirt, the thread stretching.
Suddenly Sam grabbed Deans left hand and cuffed it to the bed.
Dean snarled, sounding feral as Sam backed away quickly. He yanked at the handcuffs brutally before glaring daggers at Sam. "What the FUCK is this?!" He shouted, his voice sounding demonic.
"You gave me no choice. I HAVE to do this, Dean. With or without you." Sam replied, his eyes filled with sadness and regret.
Dean continued yanking at the cuffs as blood started leaking over the black metal and onto the floor. Sam's eyes widened. "Stop Dean! You're hurting yourself!"
The demon turned his ebony eyes back on the hunter. "This ain't even close to the pain you just hit me with." He growled as he tried with what little strength he had left to break out of the cuffs. Blood began pouring down his hand to the floor as he fought desperately to free himself.
Sam bolted to him, grabbing his arm. "Dean stop!" He pleaded.
The demon shoved Sam against the wall, pinning him there with his body. His black orbs glared into Sam's eyes. "How could you? How FUCKING could you?" He rasped, his voice breaking.
Sam averted his eyes. "I'm sorry."
Dean snorted, "Sure you are."
The hunters gaze snapped back up to Deans. "I am. I never wanted this, Dean. You gave me no other option."
"Bull-fucking-shit!" Dean yelled, "You do this and you'll regret it. Castiel can't beat Zepar, even before he was a demon Zepar was a very powerful angel. Much more powerful than Cas. He'll wipe the floor with your angel, Sam."
The hunter shook his head, "You're lying. You'd say anything right now."
"I'm not lying. I didn't want to depress or scare you more so I didn't tell you. If you go tonight Zepar will take you and kill Castiel."
Sam shook his head again, his eyes sad. "You'd say anything right now, Dean. I don't believe you."
"Damn it! You're so fuckin hot for revenge you're not thinking right! You're gonna get yourself killed you stupid son of a bitch!" Dean screamed.
Sam flinched at the word bitch.
At this point Dean didn't care, all that mattered was stopping Sam. "You need to listen to me. I'm not lying! You go and he'll take you. Rape you, hurt you, torment you and I won't be there to help you. Is that what you want?" He growled, a lump forming in his throat at the thought of his Sam in Zepar's clutches, for real this time.
Sam pushed Dean away and jogged out of the room.
Dean silently watched him go. He glanced at the clock on the wall, he had three hours until the angel arrived. He ran an anxious hand over his ebony eyes and through his hair before he sat on the bed.
Sam jogged out the front door, stooping to lean on his hands against the porch railing. He took several deep breathes, fighting the tears that were threatening to spill. This was the last thing he wanted, the very last. But he needed Zepar gone, he needed his freedom.
Even now he began to feel nervous outside of his warded hideout. He wanted to be able to leave here without feeling fear, without wondering if today was the day Zepar or one of his cronies would get him. He needed it to be over, for good.
He went back inside and grabbed himself a beer to help settle his nerves. He popped the top off and sat at the kitchen table. As he sipped his beer he thought of a game plan for when he face Zepar in a couple hours. He tried to ignore the distant sound of rattling chains and a pissed off demon hybrid.