Next chapter will be posted on Monday.

WARNING: Wincest.

Enjoy!

Deans shining black eyes locked with Demons. "Did you kill them? The two pretending to be my parents?"

Demon nodded. "When you were seventeen. Remember when you woke up in the motel... ?"

"... With a healing gash on my arm that hadn't been there when I went to sleep." Dean finished. "Did you make Crowley suffer?"

Demon nodded. "Why do you think it took all night? His pack of morons were no match, that's for sure."

Deans eyes flashed back to green as he slowly approached Demon. He stuck his hand out, "Thank you, for telling me."

Demon slowly shook his hand before pulling him in for a hug.

"Really?!" Dean snarled.

"I know it pisses you off so why not?" Demon snickered.

Dean jolted back, putting several feet of space between them. "Not cool, blondie!" Dean growled.

Demon rolled his eyes. "Is that really gonna be your nickname for me? It's so... Basic."

Dean smirked, "Maybe that's because my mind is basic."

Demon glared. "I live in your... Ooohh I see what you did there. Clever, Deana."

"Quit calling me Deana!"

"You call me Samantha." Sam laughed as he sat in a chair. The hunter jumped as Demon snuck up behind him and laid a hand on his head.

"Relax, stud." He murmured to Sam, who stayed tense. "So, Dean."

"So, Demon." Dean mocked.

"Don't suppose you'd give me a few minutes alone with our mate?"

Dean tensed, frowning in disapproval. He locked eyes with Sam before replying, "That's up to Sam."

The hunter went rigid as Demon moved his other hand under Sam's chin and tilted his head up to meet Demons black eyes. "What d'you say, stud? Just a few minutes." He caressed Sam's hair reassuringly. "I won't hurt you. I promise." He said softly.

Sam couldn't help but relax as Demon played with his hair. Nothing he had seen so far made him think Demon was to be feared, and he wasn't gonna lie, he felt drawn to Demon. The same draw he felt towards Dean. He nodded slowly.

Dean swallowed nervously. "Sam, remember this is still a dream. You can wake yourself up at any time, okay?"

The hunter straightened his head to meet Deans concerned gaze and nodded.

"Relax, Dean. Last thing I'd even think of doing would be to hurt him." Demon said as he walked around Sam's chair to stand in front of Dean.

Dean said nothing, he just glared daggers at Demon. He still didn't trust him at all. He thought he should feel jealous or possessive that Demon wanted Sam but oddly enough he felt... Nothing. Perhaps because Demon was a piece of himself and, in the end, how could he be jealous of himself? Trust, however...

Demon narrowed his black eyes as he assessed Dean, "You're protective of him, overly so."

Deans glare somehow intensified. "Kids been through enough."

Demon nodded, "I agree. But I am not someone you need to protect him from. I promise." Demon said before he shoved Dean, making him disappear.

Sam's eyes widened as he shot out of his chair. "What... "

"Relax, Sam. Deans fine, just not here." Demon slowly stalked towards Sam, his obsidian eyes hungry.

Sam backed away, his anxiety rising as his back hit the wall.

Demon slowed his steps until he and Sam were nearly touching noses. He slammed his lips into Sam's in an aggressive, desperate kiss.

The hunter gasped in surprise. He whined and started pushing Demon away, his aggression scaring Sam.

Demon pulled away, panting slightly, "I'm sorry, I've just wanted this for so fuckin long." He brought his lips to Sam's neck, a bit gentler this time but still more aggressive than Dean. "I've wanted you, waited for you." He whispered as he kissed up Sam's neck to his ear. He nipped under Sam's ear, making Sam moan.

"Damn, stud, you even sound hot." Demon groaned. He brought one hand to the bottom of Sam's shirt and snaked his hand under it, feeling the mans abs and stomach. He smirked as he glanced down and saw Sam was hard. "That's my boy." He growled, pressing his hips against Sam's.

The hunter froze, panic forming in his eyes as he felt Demons erection press against his own.

"Shhh. Easy, stud. It's okay, you're with me. Talk to me."

Sam swallowed nervously. "D-Dean... Never did this before. I guess h-he knew it would scare me." Sam stuttered anxiously.

"Don't think about the last time this happened to you. Think about NOW. How d'you feel right now, physically?"

Sam averted his eyes shyly. "Turned on."

Demon turned his head straight to look him in the eyes. "Good. Think about that, about how you feel NOW, not THEN." Demon groaned as he gently thrusted his hips against Sam's, watching the mans reaction.

Sam moaned softly as a wave of pleasure came over him. His anxiety lessened as he focused on the feelings Demon was giving him. He wrapped his arms around Demon and gripped his shirt tightly, his nails digging into Demons shoulders.

Demon smiled. "There's my stud." He growled as he continued dry humping the hunter. A few minutes later Demon groaned as he came, biting Sam's neck hard enough to leave marks.

Sam shivered and followed Demon, his harsh bite pushing him over the edge. Sam slumped slightly against Demon, panting softly.

Demon chuckled, "I chose my nickname for you wisely, stud." He whispered in Sam's ear before nipping his ear lobe. He backed up and smirked as he felt Sam shiver from his bite.

Demon flashed a cocky smirked at Sam as the hunter met his eyes, "Time for you to wake up. I'm sure Dean is freaking out, damn paranoid bastard." Sam snorted in amusement as Demon snapped his fingers.

Sam opened his eyes to find himself on top of and face to face with a panting, black eyed Dean. "The fuck, Sam?" He panted, "What the hell did you and Demon do, huh?"

Sam glanced around, a bit confused. "What're you talking about? And why am I on top of you?"

Dean chuckled breathily. "You were all over me, Sammy. Touching me, grinding on me, the works. Pretty sure you jizzed in your pants, too."

Sam averted his eyes in embarrassment as he pushed himself off Dean. "Sorry."

"Don't apologize, I've been woken up much, much worse. I take it you and Demon had fun?" Dean teased.

"Shut up." Sam snickered.

Dean sat up and brushed his fingers over the bite mark on Sam's neck. "The hell's this? I thought that was a dream?"

"It was, I'm sure of it." Sam rubbed his hand over the very real bite mark.

"So... What does that mean?" Dean asked curiously.

Sam met his now green eyes. "Dunno."

"Dreams don't leave marks. If Demon left a mark... "

"Relax, Dean. It's not like this is Zepar."

"He's still more demonic than me, and we still don't know him well. Don't get too comfortable." Sam rolled his eyes slightly.

"Let's go, I need bacon. And you need new pants." Dean smirked in amusement. Sam glared daggers at him in reply.

Sam watched Dean cook himself breakfast, eggs with bacon and some leftover steak. The hunter sipped his coffee and shook his head in amusement as Dean sat down across from him at the table with his meal. "Who has steak for breakfast?"

"Carnivores." Dean replied before biting into a piece of steak. "So... Did Demon treat you good? He didn't hurt you?"

Sam shook his head. "No. I think he was telling the truth about... Well, everything."

"Wish he wasn't." Dean mumbled. He got out of chair and placed his empty plate in the sink. He paused to stare outside at Baby, suddenly lost in thought.

Sam got up and walked to Dean, placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "We're getting through my crap. We can get through yours too."

Dean snorted in amusement. He turned around so he was face to face with the hunter and stared him in the eyes. "You shouldn't have to deal with my crap. You got enough on your plate."

"Shut up, Dean." Sam snapped. "Without you I'd probably be dead by now. Either from a demon hunt gone wrong or... " Sam swallowed nervously. "... Or from suicide. You helped me, Dean. Now I'm gonna help you, if I can."

Deans eyes hardened. "Suicide, huh?" He growled. "That was on the table?"

Sam nodded. "I was at the end of my sanity. You have no idea how bad the dreams were... "

"I would if you'd show me."

"No! Hell no! That's over, it needs to stay over."

Dean narrowed his eyes. "You know my darkest secret now, Sam. It's kinda not fair if you keep yours from me."

Sam nodded, "I know. One day I promise I'll show you but... Right now, I've finally gotten away from them."

Dean understood. In order for Sam to show him his memories he'd have to relive them, just like Dean had to relive Crowley's death for Demon to show his version of that night. He sighed and placed his hands on Sam's hips, squeezing gently. "I get it. I'm gonna hold you to that promise, kid." Dean growled before softly pressing his lips against Sam's. He nipped gently at Sam's lips before trailing kisses down his neck.

Sam moaned as he pulled at Deans shirt, wanting it off. They parted long enough for both of them to lose their shirts.

Dean carefully ran his hand down Sam's chest and stomach before he unzipped the mans jeans.

Sam gasped as Dean started stroking him from base to tip gently. The hunter moaned and raked his nails over the demons back as pleasure ran through him.

"Fuck, Sammy." Dean rasped, his eyes black. He grabbed Sam's hair and pulled his head back, bringing his lips to the hunters.

Sam gasped as he felt Deans tongue meet his as Dean continued stroking him.

The demon pulled away to bring his lips to Sam's ear, gently nipping at his ear lobe. He suddenly bit Sam neck roughly.

Sam gasped and moaned loudly as he came hard from Deans bite.

Dean gently kissed the trembling hunters forehead as Sam whispered, "Love you, Dean."

The demon froze before hesitantly answering, "Love you too."

Both men jumped apart as they suddenly heard clapping. "What a performance! Very nice, boys. Fuckin hot, actually. You two should consider doing pornos!"

Dean glared daggers at him. "What the fuck... How are you here?" He demanded just as Sam gasped, "Demon?!"

"Yes, stud. In the flesh. And I'm here because the walls in your head against me are nearly gone, Dean-O. No walls, no resistance, means I can show myself which means we don't need to fight over your body. And yes, I am just that powerful."

Deans eyes widened. "What?!"

"Apparently that little bonding session we had in your and Sam's head made you less resistant to me. More trusting, if I dare say." Demon walked towards Dean as he spoke, his black eyes looking him up and down to physically assess his reaction. He was staying out of Deans head, for now.

Dean took a step back. "How real are you?"

"You mean can I hurt you, right?" Demon stated bluntly.

"Pretty much."

"Well, if I can do this... " Demon suddenly planted his lips aggressively on Deans, placing both hands on Deans ass and ground his hips against the other mans. Dean had no time to react before suddenly Demon was off of him. "Then it stands to reason that I could also cause harm."

Deans eyes were filled with shock. "Why the FUCK did you do that?!" He yelled, wiping his mouth.

"Because I'm a demon, and you're hot."

"For fucks sake, I'm you! That's like, incest or something!"

Demon shook his head. "Naww, more like jerking yourself off, with benefits. I'm YOU, not your relative!" He snickered before turning his attention to Sam. "Hey, stud." He growled, slowly walking towards Sam.

"I don't give a flying fuck, you do that again and I'll kill you!" Dean snarled in disgust.

Demon paused to glance back at Dean before locking his black eyes to Sam's. He sighed in mock sadness, "Well, there goes any hope I had for a threesome."

Dean glared daggers at him. "You are one sick fuck, Demon!"

Demon laughed. "Call me what you want, but I know you got hard from that little make out session Deana!"

Dean snarled and briskly walked to the bathroom. Demon was right but there's no way in hell he'd admit it!