Next chapter will be posted on Saturday.

Constructive criticism welcome!

Enjoy!

Dean glanced around at the all too familiar bar. He tensed when he heard the laughter of his now dead friend, his head snapping in that direction.

He saw himself sitting at a table with Crowley, who was cracking up at something Dean in the bar said. He swallowed against the lump in his throat, his closest thing to a friend and that fucking thing living in his head had killed him.

He spotted Demon leaning against the counter facing Dean, his arms crossed. "I outta kill you for what you did to him." Dean growled softly.

Demons face was stressed and angry as he glanced at Dean before returning his pissed black gaze to Crowley. "Shut up and watch." He snapped, his voice serious.

Dean glared daggers at him a moment longer before he continued watching the scene in front of them. Suddenly the Dean in the bar's eyes turned black, all humor gone.

Dean tensed, his hands curling into fists as he knew Demon had taken over to kill his friend. "I can't watch this." He snapped, his voice raspy.

Demon snapped his fingers and suddenly Dean was standing next to Demon at the bar, unable to move. "You wanted this, now shut up and watch it, Dean!" Demon snarled angrily.

Dean had to admit, he was a bit surprised at the anger on the blond mans face. So far this 'Demon' hadn't actually shown serious anger, until now. Suddenly Dean was curious what was about to play out. He watched quietly, trying to keep his emotions in check.

"So... Crowley... " Demon growled before downing an entire glass of Bacardi.

Crowley's expression changed from humorous to worried as he noticed Demons/Deans black eyes. "What's eating you all of a sudden?" He asked.

Demon smiled dangerously. "You think Dean doesn't remember what you did, that he was too young. Well, you're right... But I WASN'T!" Demon bolted out of the chair, sending it falling to the floor before he slammed his palms on the table in front of Crowley, cracking the wood.

"I remember everything, what you did to his REAL mother, his REAL father. How you gave him to your fucking lackies who abused the shit out of him. I remember EVERYTHING!" Demon snarled loudly.

Crowley tensed, a bit nervous. "You're not Dean... What are you?"

Demon smiled menacingly. "Oh I'm Dean all right, I'm the Dean you didn't know about. The one that holds all his memories of the pain, the torture, the humiliation, the degradation... The abuse. The death." His voice slowly became more demonic as he spoke of Deans abuse as a child, his anger rising sharply.

Suddenly, all eyes in the bar were on Demon and Crowley, and none of them were human. "What're you gonna do about it now, hmm? I have you vastly outnumbered, whatever the hell you are." Crowley smirked confidently, "Whatever revenge you came here for, you won't get it today."

Demon ignored Crowley's backup. "Tell me why. Why you did all this to an innocent kid, and MAYBE I'll let you live."

"I knew what you were. A demon-human hybrid. Very rare, very powerful. You would've been quite the useful ally."

"So that's why you're playing the whole friend act. Raise Dean to have nothing, gain his trust and give him everything, then use him as your pawn. Your secret weapon."

Crowley stood up, "Brilliant, right? We done now?" He asked lazily.

Demon straightened slowly, the pupils in his obsidian eyes slowly turning blood red. His voice fully demonic now, he replied, "Done talking? Yes. Playtime, however, has just begun... "

Demon took his hand off Deans forehead and stepped out of Deans reach, waiting for his anger to erupt.

Deans eyes flashed quickly from black to green as he stumbled backwards into Sam, nearly knocking the hunter over.

Demon grabbed his arm in time to stop him and Sam from falling. "Easy, Dean. I know it's a lot to take in but don't pass out on us. That's Sam's trick."

Sam glared at Demon briefly before returning his worried gaze back to Dean, who was now sitting on the couch. "What did you show him?" Sam asked, worried at Deans semi catatonic state.

Demon shook his head sadly. "The truth, before he was ready."

Dean ignored Sam and Demon talking as he sat there in shock. He slowly raised his green eyes to meet Demons black ones. "I woke up surrounded by and covered in blood. Why the fuck didn't you just TELL me why you had killed them?!" He rasped.

Demon shook his head, "You weren't ready to know about me. Hell, you still freak out if you feel my feeling. What you call your 'demon urges." He snickered. "Although it is an accurate name."

"Those are your feelings?!" Dean snapped before jumping up from the couch angrily. "You claim to like Sam. If you do then why would you feel the need to... To do what I've been feeling from you." Dean hesitated, glancing back at Sam.

The hunter rolled his eyes slightly at Deans attempt to shield him, again.

Demon smirked. "You mean when you felt the urge to shove Sam against the wall, rip his clothes off with your teeth and fuck him over and over until he passes out from ecstasy?"

Sam's eyes widened in shock as he took an involuntary step back.

Dean shoved Demon hard. "You know he's not ready for that, yet I felt that urge more than once!"

Demon shoved Dean back.

"You're really gonna sit there and tell me you don't fantasize about Sam? You can lie to him but I live in your head, dude. I see everything, especially the things you wanna hide." Demon snapped, "Plus... You get him all day, every day. I get a TV view. And I don't just 'like' him Dean, I love him." Demon glanced quickly at Sam, who noticed there was desperation in his eyes before he regained control of his emotions.

"That shit builds up after a while." Demon added.

Dean tensed as what Demon showed him replayed in his mind. "You said something about me being abused as a kid but... I don't remember that."

"And you won't. Those are memories I will NEVER give you, under any circumstances. You don't need that shit in your head, Dean. Trust me for once." Demon replied, his muscles tense.

"They're my memories!" Dean snapped.

"Actually, they aren't. I always took over when I knew they would start in on you. Technically they're my memories, and I don't have to share."

Dean shook his head and sighed in exasperation. "Tell me one thing, was the woman my mother? I knew the man wasn't related but... She told me she was my mother."

Demon shook his head. "You weren't related to either of them. Your father, a human possessed by a demon, disobeyed orders sent down by Crowley and went out partying in typical demon fashion.

He got drunk, burned down the bar and raped the bartender who later was found to be carrying you. When Crowley found out the mess your father made, he had him tortured and killed as punishment. Crowley kept an eye on your mother, and when she gave birth he snuck in the hospital to... Evaluate you. See if intel he had come across about hybrids was true. He performed tests on you, most of them painful.

You passed, and he decided to let you live, to see what you would become. He let your mother, who was ignorant to all this, take you home and raise you. When you were four and your powers started developing Crowley realized just how powerful you would be, how useful for his plans. So he killed your mother and had his cronies manipulate you into going with them. Once he had you he did some digging and found out that, as a youngster still developing your true potential, you were just as vulnerable as any other demon.

So he had bracelets made with devils traps on them, gave them to the demons he had playing your parents and they forced you to wear the locked bracelets, to weaken you so his pets could abuse you and form you into a hardened killer that feared nothing."

Demon slowly stepped closer, invading Deans personal space. "It worked. Once you turned fifteen, Crowley decided you were old enough to have fun with and he staged a fake rescue so you would trust him and be in his debt. You remember that?"

Dean nodded his head slowly. "I remember... I was so damn happy to finally be free of them. And... I remember... The first thing Crowley did was take the bracelets off." His voice was rough as he recounted his rescue.

Demon nodded. "He wanted you to start learning how to control your powers, and now that you were his grateful little pet you weren't a threat to him."

Dean slowly stepped back, shaking his head. "My entire life was a lie. A setup."

Sam grabbed his arm. "It'll be okay, Dean."

The demons agony filled eyes flashed black. He yanked his arm out of Sam's grip. "How is any of this gonna be okay? My fathers a rapist, my mothers dead and my best and only friend in the world killed them and tortured me to use me for fuck knows what! How is ANY of this 'gonna be okay'?!" Dean screamed angrily.

Sam lunged at Dean, wrapping him in a strong hug. The demon tried to shake him off and eventually gave up as tears leaked out of his black eyes. "I hate hugs, Sam."

The hunter smirked, his eyes shining with unshed tears. "I know."

Demon stood quietly watching them, his arms crossed. His expression was full of stress and sadness. He had never planned on telling Dean any of this, then again he never thought he and Dean would ever find a mate. "Shit changes I guess." He mumbled to himself.

Sam pulled away from Dean. "What?" He asked Demon.

"Nothin" Demon replied. "So, any other questions for me?"