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"Do what you must, Sam, but I need to leave. This information about Zepar may take me a while to obtain since it's such old information. You can leave him there if you want but I don't think he'll relax enough to come back like that." Castiel impatiently stated.
Sam groaned, frustrated at the situation. "Fine, go. I'll figure this out."
Castiel disappeared as Sam ran his hands through his hair and took a shaky breath. He slowly turned to face the demon, not making direct eye contact. "Are you Dean or... ?"
The demon smiled, blood shone on his teeth from chewing on the cuffs, his black eyes checking Sam out. "If you want me to be."
The hunter held back tears. His hunch had been right, Dean had downplayed his demonic side. As usual, Dean had lied to protect Sam and, as usual, Sam had fucked everything up. The hunter looked the demon over, noticing his damaged wrists and his barely there shredded shirt. "Who are you?"
The demon laughed. "You think I'm possessing him? Like another demon? That's cute, Sam. I AM Dean. Well, his darker half. His demonic half. Whether he wants me to be or not." He flashed the hunter a cocky smile as he gave the cuffs a sharp yank. "Don't suppose you'd take these off?"
Sam shook his head.
"That's what I thought. Problem is, I ain't going anywhere while Deanie is still cuffed."
Sam sighed shakily as he began pacing on the other side of the bed. "IF I let you go... And this is a big fucking IF... What would you do? I know you won't just leave."
The demon smiled. "Very smart of you, Sam. No, I wouldn't let Dean come back right away."
Sam stopped pacing and glared at the demon. "... And?"
The demon gave him an 'are you stupid' look. "... And?" He repeated.
The hunter sighed roughly in frustration and fisted his hair, wanting very badly to punch the annoying S.O.B! "If I let you go what will you do?"
"You'll have to let me go to find out, pet."
Sam tensed at the word 'pet'. "Don't call me that." He whispered.
The demon sighed, sounding bored. "That's right, you're afraid of certain words. I know Dean calls you Sammy but that's just so... Boring!"
Sam gave the demon a curious look. "That's kinda my name."
The demon rolled his eyes. "SAM is your name. SAM-MY is Deans pe... Uh, nickname for you. And I think it's SO fucking BORING! And unoriginal."
Sam was surprised when the demon avoided using a word that triggered him. Very... Un-demon-like. He couldn't help but smirk at him, he was kinda funny. "So... Do you have a name or something? Like Dean 2?"
The demon glared at him. "Seriously? Dean 2? That's the best you can do?"
Sam shrugged.
"Since I am the demonic side of Dean let's go with... Demon. Yes! It's brilliant!" Demon mocked, smirking mischievously at Sam. "Now seriously, let me go. These are annoying as fuck."
Sam warily stared in Demons black eyes, not trusting him for a second. "No way."
Demon sighed. "I haven't threatened you, stud. You have no reason to fear me. Yet."
"Stud?" Sam questioned.
"Yes, my nickname for you since you're sexy AND tall. Like it?"
"I... guess." Sam snickered.
Demon yanked at the cuffs again, his obsidian eyes slightly annoyed. "Let me go, Sam. I won't hurt you, I promise."
The hunters eyes hardened. "What good is a promise if it comes from a demon?"
Demon stared hard at Sam. "You believed Dean when he promised you things."
"You're not Dean."
"You're right, I'm NOT Dean. Unlike when you first met good old Dean, I have yet to molest you. Although, I must say that was one hot movie I got to watch." Demon softly growled the last part, lust filling his black eyes.
Sam winced as he unconsciously took a step away from Demon. That memory was one he had tried so hard to forget.
Demon sighed sadly. "I didn't want to remind you, stud, but you have to admit. So far I've done better than our boy, haven't I?"
Sam gritted his teeth and pulled out his demon knife. He glared hard at Demon. "I could always make you leave."
Demons eyes hardened. "No, you couldn't. For one thing, a little torture wouldn't make me leave. And two, you wouldn't JUST be hurting me. Deans still here. He can hear and see everything."
Surprise showed on Sam's face. "You... Allow that?"
Demon sighed wearily. "Yes. Contrary to your and Deans beliefs I am not evil. Not entirely." He mumbled the last part.
Sam barely caught it. "'Not entirely'?" He asked.
"I AM a demon, Sam. I still have demonic needs. I just... Choose when to sate them, unlike regular demons. Damn dogs have no control, it's disgusting." He snapped in derision.
Sam slowly stalked closer to Demon, his knife at the ready. "Why can't you just leave?"
Demon actually looked hurt for a second before he schooled his features. "Because I don't want to, not yet."
"Why? Do you want something from me?" Sam asked, his voice sounding a bit desperate.
Demon glanced at the cuff on his wrist as he replied, "You know what I want, stud."
"You told me you wouldn't leave if I uncuffed you."
Demon nodded.
Sam's stress, fear and anger exploded as he bolted to Demon and shoved him against the wall beside the bed, pushing the blade of the demon knife against his throat. "I've had enough of playing. I want Dean back. NOW!" Sam snarled, glaring daggers into Demons ebony gaze.
Suddenly Sam heard a click and was shoved to the bed, his knife gone and a strong hand around his throat. "You have quite the quick temper there, Sam." Demon snickered as he rubbed his thumb over Sam's jugular vein, feeling his rising pulse.
"I was wondering how much teasing it would take to provoke you. See, I know everything that Dean-O knows. Including the fact that you keep the key to the cuffs in your front pocket."
Sam whimpered and cowered from Demon. He jerked his head to the right, away from Demon, and squeezed his eyes shut trying to prepare himself for the worst.
Suddenly he felt the hand on his throat moving south to firmly feel his chest before moving back up to gently wrap around his throat again. He felt Demon rub small circles over his pulse, lowering it slightly and calming Sam a bit. He opened his eyes slowly and looked up to see Demon staring down at him. He softly whined, when Dean stood over him it made him anxious. Never mind Demon!
He sighed in annoyance. "I told you I wouldn't hurt you, stud. Promised, actually."
"You're a demon. They lie." Sam whispered.
Demon nodded. "Regular demons do. I don't. Not now." He pulled Sam up, making him stand. "Relax, buddy. Even if I wanted to hurt you, I wouldn't. You're mine, remember?"
Sam flinched. "Don't say that, please don't say that." He begged, shaking his head. He turned and backed away until he hit a wall, watching Demon fearfully.
"Hey, hey, hey. Easy stud. I know Zepar said that to you before but I swear he was lying. He's a lying abusive bastard, okay? You actually are mine, my mate."
Sam's eyes widened in terror as his mind spun with memories. He turned and bolted from the room. Before he could reach the kitchen Demon had his arms locked around the hunter from behind.
Sam panicked as he started fighting the hold, thrashing and even landing a bloody bite on Demons arm.
"Son of a bitch, Sam!" Demon growled as blood leaked down his arm.
The hunters mind started shutting down as the demon spoke the triggering word. Sam's legs became wobbly as they started giving out.
"Sam, hey. Don't do that, don't shut down. Sam!" Demon slapped him across the face, hard.
Sam whined as he felt the pain and came out of it slightly, now feeling too tired and weak to fight. He let his legs give out, sending him and Demon sliding to the floor.
"Okay. That's okay. As long as you don't go catatonic on me." Demon whispered in Sam's ear as he brushed his hair out of his face. "Stop panicking and start listening, stud. I'm not gonna hurt you, okay?"
"Doubt it. Dean was at least half human. You... You're all demon. You're evil, truly evil." Sam replied weakly.
Demon snickered sadly. "If that's what you wanna believe, kiddo, go right ahead. Just stay with me."
Sam flinched away as Demon started playing with his hair. "I want Dean."
Demon sighed in annoyance. "Daddy's had his time, it's uncle D's time today."
Sam yanked himself from Demons arms and stood up shakily, still coming out of his almost episode.
Demon stood up with him, watching him carefully. "I'd help you up but I'm too evil to do that, right?"
Sam glared at him. "Right." He snapped harshly.
"Do we really have to start this all over again?" Demon asked in annoyance.
Sam looked at the demon like he was crazy.
"Don't look at me like that. I've been there since day one. Every flinch, every touch, every kiss, every tequila failure. I've been there. You and Dean just didn't know it."
"Is that supposed to make me feel better?" Sam griped.
"Maybe it's supposed to make you understand where I'm coming from. I'm not used to this distance between us. You and Dean are usually all over each other."
"You aren't Dean, asshole!"
Demon growled, "No shit Sherlock, but the draw that Dean feels towards you? That's from me. I've been looking for a reason, a time, to reveal myself and see you. At least kiss you. What Dean feels for you I feel times two. At least."
Sam cocked his head slightly. "What... Does Dean feel for me?"
Demon sighed, of course Sam would only hear that. "He'd never tell you on his own but he loves you, Sam."
The hunter stumbled back a step in shock. Dean loved him?! He met Demons black eyes. "This isn't a lie?"
Demon glared at him. "I told you, I don't lie. Not to you."
"I wanna see Dean. Now." Sam demanded.
Demon ran his hands over his eyes and through his hair. "'Course you do." He mumbled, mostly to himself. He turned away as his eyes started burning with tears.
Sam saw a tear fall just as Demon turned away. "Are you... Crying?!" The hunter asked, shocked yet again by Demons behaviour.
Demon turned around sharply, a tear running out of each eye. "What the fuck d'you care? You just want Dean, right?"
Sam was speechless. "You... Really aren't even close to being like Dean, are you?"
"For the last damn time, NO!" Demon snarled, roughly wiping the tears off his face.
"Why are you crying?" Sam asked, taking a step closer.
"Don't play with me, stud. You don't give a flying fuck about me. I should've expected this, with the way you cling to Dean like he's... Everything to you." Demon shook his head sadly, wiping more tears away before they could fall. He cursed himself for being so emotional, damn human side! He was only, like, twenty percent human but when it reared its ugly head he couldn't control it. Just like Dean couldn't control him.
"You want Dean back?" He rasped, his voice rough.
Sam swallowed and nodded, part of him feeling kinda bad for Demon. The other part just wanted Dean back.
Demon sighed wearily, his obsidian eyes filled with sadness and disappointment as he shut them. They stayed shut for about half a minute before they opened again, this time the normal green color.
"Dean?" Sam asked warily.
"Sammy, it's me." Dean answered gruffly before wrapping his arms around Sam. "Are you okay? It didn't hurt you, did it? I saw it grab you by the throat."
"I'm fine, Dean. I swear." Sam laughed happily. He pulled away and stared into Deans eyes, suddenly serious. "You have some serious explaining to do."