Posted this one a day early since my area is expecting a huge storm tomorrow. Next chapter will be posted on Thursday.

Constructive criticism welcome!

*WARNING: Wincest!

Enjoy!

Dean chuckled nervously. "Yeah, I guess I do."

"You should've told me!" Sam snapped angrily.

Dean nodded, "I know, kid. But it's never just come out like that. It only ever came out once before, and that was years ago."

Sam cleared his throat. "Its name is Demon."

Dean glared at the hunter. "What the hell? Did you make friends with it or something?"

"NO! No... Not really."

Dean laughed darkly before his eyes hardened. "Well that's just great. What did it want anyway?"

Sam narrowed his eyes curiously. "I thought you could see and hear what he did?"

"I was too busy fighting to get control back to pay attention. All I really saw was when it was still cuffed and when it broke free and pinned you. Everything after that is blank."

Sam stressfully sighed, Dean had no idea what Demon had told him about their relationship. "He wanted... To see me, I guess."

Deans eyes darkened dangerously. "To hurt you?"

"No! He never hurt me. I think he literally just wanted to see me. He talked about how he felt double of what you feel for me since your attraction to me comes from his mating instinct." Sam answered.

Dean squinted his eyes. "What did it tell you about my... 'Feelings' for you?" He growled angrily.

"Well... He said you... Loved me."

Dean froze and stared at Sam with a 'deer in headlights' look. "That son of a... He told you that?" He whispered.

Sam stepped closer to Dean. "He did."

Dean groaned and turned away to bang his head against the wall, hard. "You're lucky you're part of me or I'd kill you, you fucker." He mumbled as he leaned his forehead and arms against the wall above his head before criticizing himself for talking to it, for giving it attention.

Before its little stroll Dean hadn't felt it before, just an urge here and there. But now he could feel it, like a hand on his head. Something watching over his shoulder. It was driving him nuts!

Sam walked up behind Dean and placed a hand on his shoulder, pulling him away from the wall. "I'm glad Demon told me, Dean."

The demon glared daggers at Sam. "Don't do that, don't humanize it. It's nothing but a fucking parasite that needs to be removed."

Sam shook his head. "No, Dean. Like it or not he's part of you, your demon side. I guess you're the human side."

"Fucking great. Yet another perk of being a hybrid." Dean groaned.

Sam brought his lips to Deans neck, kissing him softly before raising his mouth to the demons ear. "I love you too, you know."

Dean tensed, unsure of what to do. To say. He had never been good at this shit. "... That's good, I guess." He rasped in reply.

Sam snickered before he burst out laughing hysterically. "What?"

Dean asked curiously. "I just remembered something De... Uh, he said."

Dean sighed, "What did it say?"

"It's more of what he called you. He called you my 'Daddy'." Sam laughed again at Deans pissy look.

"How I wish I could kick that fuckers ass!" Dean growled.

"Oh come on. It's kinda funny!" Sam snickered.

"Shut up, Sam!" Dean growled, causing Sam's laughter to turn hysterical again.

A couple hours later Dean was laying in bed lost in thought as Sam climbed in and wrapped his arms around the demons neck. "What're you thinkin about?" Sam inquired.

Dean snapped his gaze to Sam's, focusing on him. "Nothing important."

"Come on Dean. Tell me." Sam demanded.

The demon shook his head. "Not much. Just... It."

Sam smirked. "Well quit thinking about 'IT' and take your shirt off."

Dean smiled, "When did you become so demanding?" He asked as he pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it on the floor.

"When I was told you loved me."

Dean froze.

The hunter planted his lips on the demons quickly. He pulled away and said, "Don't do that, Dean. I like that you love me. I love you too."

Dean growled as his eyes flashed black. He nipped Sam's neck and carefully pushed him on his back. Sam tensed as Dean towered over him, straddling him.

"This okay?" Dean rasped, his black gaze filled with lust and concern.

Sam slowly nodded, his eyes wide. "Just... Take it slow." He replied, his voice a bit shaky.

Dean growled as he continued kissing and biting Sam's neck, smirking as he felt the hunter get hard. Sam slowly ran his hand up Deans thigh. He paused when he felt the demons aroused cock and moaned as Dean bit his neck, hard. "Damn, Dean."

The demon froze. "Was that too much?" He rasped.

Sam shook his head. "It should be, but it isn't."

Dean pulled back to meet Sam's eyes. "Fuck what it should be." He snarled before bringing his lips to meet Sam's.

Sam moaned as Dean carefully stroked him through his jeans a few times before unzipping the hunters pants. Sam jumped as Dean carefully wrapped his hand around Sam's dick and stroked him gently.

The hunter moaned as Dean stroked him while nipping his neck. He gasped the demons name as Dean bit his neck hard enough to leave a mark and gave one firm stroke as Sam came. The hunter lay there panting for a few seconds before unbuttoning Deans pants to return the favour.

The demon chuckled darkly as Sam began gently rubbing him. "C'mon Sammy, you know I like it rougher than that." He growled in the hunters ear.

Sam stroked Dean harshly from base to tip as the demon growled in approval. He bit Sam's shoulder to keep himself from snarling, not wanting to scare the man.

He shivered and groaned as he came a few minutes later. The demon rested his head on Sam's stomach, giving it a kiss before lifting his head and pushing off the hunter. Both men quietly got up and entered the bathroom to change their pants and boxers.

As Sam started to leave, Dean stopped him with a firm hand on his shoulder. He stared the hunter in the eyes. "Why don't you ever take your shirt off?" The demon asked.

Sam swallowed uneasily. "I... Never thought of it, I guess."

Dean studied the hunters body language for a second before saying, "Take it off."

Sam tensed, "Why?"

"Because I want you to." Dean answered calmly.

Sam gulped, "I... I'm not sure."

"Why? You can change your pants around me. Going shirtless shouldn't be a problem, right?"

Sam nodded, exhaling warily. "Yeah, right."

Dean watched him, his eyes narrowed. "Well? You gonna take it off?"

Sam nodded. His hands shook slightly as he slowly pulled his shirt over his head, revealing several pale knife scars around his ribs and one big scar running from the middle of his stomach to his side. He stared at the floor as Dean took in his damage, waiting for his reaction.

Dean stared at Sam's scars, feeling angry that he wasn't there to protect his hunter when he had received them. He pressed his hand against The largest scar, tracing it with his thumb. He gave the hunter a soft kiss before pressing his cheek against Sam's to whisper, "You're beautiful, Sammy."

The hunter froze in surprise before wrapping Dean in a tight hug for a long moment before they both went back to bed. Sam cuddled against Dean, who buried his nose in the mans hair. "Love you, Sam." He rasped softly, a bit hesitant.

Sam borrowed his face into Deans neck, "Love you too, Dean." He replied before they both drifted off to sleep.

Suddenly Sam was sitting in a chair in the living room, with no memory of waking up. His panicked eyes shot to Dean, who was sitting on the couch. "Dean... Is this..."

"It's a dream. Relax, kid, I won't let anything hurt you." Dean replied strongly.

"Why are we dreaming again?" Sam asked warily.

"Because I think we need a family meeting."

Sam and Deans eyes shot towards the voice.

Dean snarled and bolted off the couch, his eyes immediately flashing black.

Sam stood up slowly, his eyes full of shock with a hint of fear. "D-Demon?!"

Demon was leaning casually against the wall, his arms crossed. His eyes were obsidian black as usual. He was a carbon copy of Dean except for his surprisingly bleach blond hair. "In the flesh, stud." He smirked, keeping his eyes on Dean. "Relax Dean-O, don't hulk out on me yet."

"Why the fuck shouldn't I?" Dean snarled.

Demon slowly pushed off the wall and strolled towards Dean. "Because I'm stronger than you. I'm your demon half, remember? I'm more demon than human and you're more human than demon. Together we're unbeatable but seperate... Well, I can kick your ass." Demon chuckled.

Dean lunged towards Demon just as Demon snapped his fingers, pinning Dean where he was. "I'm not here to fight bud, just talk."

"I'm not your 'bud', you parasitic son of a bitch!" Dean growled, his eyes filled with hate.

Sam, who had been quietly watching, flinched at the word 'bitch'.

Demon noticed Sam's flinch and glared at Dean. "Since we both have the same mother, you just called your own mother a bitch. That's harsh, dude." He snapped, walking towards Sam.

Deans gaze turned desperate. "Don't touch him! Please don't touch him!" Dean begged.

Demon paused, shock and hurt on his face. "Are you... Actually begging me?"

"If I have to, to protect Sam, hell yes."

Demon couldn't hide the pain on his face. "You think I'd hurt Sam? It's amazing how wrong you have me, Dean. Considering I live in your damn head you'd think you would know me better!"

"Then what do you want?!" Dean snarled desperately.

Demon turned away from Sam and walked up to Dean, staring him straight in the eyes. The two stared at each other for several moments, black eyes searching black eyes. "Honestly? I wanted to finally talk to you and... See Sam."

"Why the fuck do you want Sam?" Dean snapped, fighting Demons hold on him to no avail.

"Why do you think you were drawn to Sam to begin with, hmm? It was my mating instinct that kept you two together after your little altercation. You were getting a small wave of what I felt. You love him, but... What I feel for him is so much more. He is my mate, Dean. My everything."

"You're a damn demon, how the hell can you have a mate?"

"We're both hybrids. Crossing with a human strengthened many attributes. Apparently, the need for a mate, a partner, was one of them."

Demon swallowed, his ebony eyes shining with tears. "I just want time with him, Dean. With Sam. He's mine too, whether you like it or not. I want to ask you for some time out, just an hour a day. To see Sam."

Dean was shaking his head fiercely as Demon gave his proposal. "No FUCKING way! You try and I'll fight you like I've never fought you before, you fucker!"

Demon sighed and rolled his eyes, forcing his emotions back. He had never had a problem with his emotions but, for whatever reason, when he spoke about Sam they flared up with a vengence. "Why can't you be reasonable? I don't have to ask you, ya know. I could just DO what I want, but I know that would upset you. And Sam. Quit with the he-man shit and let's have a civil conversation for once."

Dean glared black daggers at Demon. "Says the demon keeping me restrained."

Demon sighed. "I did that for Sam's sake. He doesn't need to see uncle D and daddy fighting." Demon smirked as Dean glared at him.

"Not. Funny." Dean growled angrily.

Sam, who was sitting back in the chair, snickered.

Deans glaring black eyes shot to him. "You think this is funny, Sam?" He growled.

"No! Not at all... " Sam smirked.

Demon snapped his fingers, setting Dean free. "I'd ask that you don't-" Demon was cut off as Dean punched him across the face.

Sam sprinted to Dean and stood in front of him, his hands on the enraged demons shoulders. "Easy, Dean. Just hear him out for a sec."

Deans glaring ebony eyes shot to Sam in shock. "You want me to consider this?!" He asked softly.

"He doesn't seem like he's insincere or out to hurt us." Sam replied, "He's right, he doesn't have to ask your permission. He's mostly demon, if he was gonna hurt me or you he could've done it by now."

"Studs right, Dean. You should listen to him." Demon said, smirking as he wiped blood off his lower lip. "By the way, Deana, you hit like a five year old girl."

"Keep it up, blondie, and I'll ignore Sam and fight you all the fucking way." Dean growled angrily. "Why the fuck did you call Sam 'stud'?"

"Because 'Sammy' is so incredibly boring and unoriginal. Stud fits him better."

"Why the fuck are you blond?" Dean asked.

"It's my hair color. Interesting, isn't it, how I'm the 'light one' and you're the 'dark one'... considering."

Dean quietly glared daggers at Demon, not trusting this act for a second. He slowly walked around Sam, his eyes narrowed. "If you're such a great guy then tell me, what the fuck happened in Texas six years ago?"

Demons eyes widened slightly before he closed them and shook his head, sighing. "Still hung up on that, are you?"

"You killed a good friend of mine that night, never mind all the innocent humans in the bar. There was so much friggin blood... Why the fuck would you massacre people if you're so damn good?"

Demon ran a stressed hand through his hair. "I blocked that memory from you for a reason, Dean. You should really let that sleeping hellhound lie."

Dean shook his head, his voice rough. "I don't think so. Not if you want me to even consider this insane request of yours."

Demon groaned in irritation. "Fine. It's your funeral." He snapped before he briskly walked the few feet to Dean and placed his hand on Deans forehead.

Dean gritted his teeth and Demon tensed as he broke down the walls holding the memory, and Dean was taken back to that time.