Next chapter will be posted on Friday.
WARNING: Violence.
Enjoy!
Dean was sitting in the drivers seat of his Baby listening to rock music, specifically 'Highway to Hell' by AC/DC. Fucking hell did Demon piss him off!
Suddenly there were two feet dangling in front of his driver side window.
Dean jumped in surprise before snarling, his eyes turning black. "DEMON GET THE FUCK OFF MY CAR!" He screamed, his voice sounding demonic.
Demon snickered before hopping off. He turned around to stare at Dean, his eyes full of mischief.
Dean threw open the car door and lunged out, giving Demon a hard shove that nearly sent him falling to the ground. "Don't you EVER touch my fucking car again, you little blond bitch." He snarled, his teeth gritted in rage.
Demon bared his teeth slightly and growled softly, much like an animal. "Watch it, Dean."
Dean let out a frustrated laugh. "Or what?"
"You don't wanna know baby. Trust me." He rasped, his voice rough.
"Don't call me 'baby', bitch."
Demon chuckled. "Whatever you say, Deana."
"Demon... " Dean snapped warningly.
"Believe it or not, I didn't come out here to fight."
"Then why the hell are you bothering me?"
"Wanted to talk. You're obviously not happy with me here and I'm pretty sure that's not from me teasing you, not entirely."
Dean laughed sharply. "You really wanna know? It's because I don't trust you around Sam. You're the craziest, horniest demon I've ever seen, and I've seen a shitload of demons. You're feral, wild, and I don't think Sam can handle that."
"Lemme get this straight... " Demon started slowly pacing in a circle around Dean, "You don't trust me with Sam, yet you've left me alone with him twice since I appeared. Explain that logic to me."
"I could hear everything both times. Sam was never alone with you, not totally."
Demon stopped his slow pacing to glare daggers at Dean, his jaw clenched in anger. "So how is this gonna go? You gonna sit in and listen whenever the stud and I get frisky? That's kinda pervy Dean, even for us."
"It's the best idea I've got to make sure you won't rape him." Dean snapped.
Demon froze in shock, his black eyes wide. He unconsciously stumbled back a step, he felt like he had just been clawed in the face by a dragon. "You actually think I'd... Are you serious?"
"Yup." Dean snapped.
"You think that poorly of me? That I'd actually do that to Sam?"
"Yup."
"Why agree to let me stay out if you think I'm so evil?" Demon asked.
"I knew if I said no you'd get pissed, maybe do something to hurt Sam now that you can get in his dreams."
"Why tell me now?"
Dean shrugged. "Why not? You got what you wanted. You're free, you've been 'getting frisky' with Sam. Did you actually think I'd trust you, just like that? C'mon Demon, you've been living in my head my entire life. You outta know me better by now."
"Dean, you're the closest thing I have to a brother. I'd never hurt you. Or Sam, ever. I knew you didn't trust me yet but I didn't think it was that bad... "
"'Closest thing to a brother'? You stuck your damn tongue down my throat in the kitchen!"
"... And? I'm almost fully demonic, Dean. Incest ain't frowned upon downstairs, you know that."
Dean grimaced in disgust. "Well it's frowned upon here, blondie. Get used to it."
"What can I do, Dean? To make you trust me? Tell me and I'll do it."
Dean stared hard at Demon, wondering if he'd actually do what Dean had in mind. "You really want me to trust you?"
Demon nodded.
Dean walked into the house with Demon behind him. They quietly passed through the house, Dean could hear the water running in the bathroom as Sam showered.
Dean entered Sam's bedroom and picked up the demon cuffs. "Turn around."
Demon warily stared at the cuffs. "Why the hell do you wanna cuff me?" He asked suspiciously.
"Thought you said you wanted me to trust you?"
"I did but... Seriously?"
"Seriously. Turn around."
Demon swallowed nervously and closed his ebony eyes before putting his hands behind his back and slowly turning around. A cold sweat started to form as he felt Dean cuff him. He swallowed again, his throat feeling dry due to fear. "What now?" He rasped anxiously.
Dean quickly turned him around and shoved him into the wall, his arm bracing against Demons collarbone. He casually held up Sam's demon knife, letting an excited smirk emerge. His eyes filled with anticipation. "I can't believe you fell for that. NOW we get to figure out what your REAL motives are."
Demon could barely hold back the flinch at the look in Deans eyes, a look that told Demon he was seriously fucked.
Demon glared anxiously at Dean. "So that was all bullshit?! All of it, a friggin lie? And you accuse me of being evil... "
Dean yanked Demon from the wall and quickly wrapped his right arm around the mans throat, holding the demon knife in his left. "You're gonna keep quiet or I swear to Satan himself I'll go below the belt with this baby." Deans voice was husky and filled with menace as he flashed the demon knife in front of his captives face in warning.
Demon leaned away from the knife unconsciously, his eyes wide as he pressed against Dean who chuckled in delight. "Is that a weakness I sense? Good to know."
"Damn, Dean. You really miss torturing don't ya?" Demon laughed nervously. Through their link he could feel Deans excitement, anger, anticipation, and... Fear. Dean was also feeling fear, which made no sense to Demon. Fear of what?
"Damn right I do. Like you said in the dream, I was raised for this."
"You have a choice, Dean. You can choose not to do this, to wait until Sam gets out of the shower and ask him what he thinks about this. He's your partner now, remember?" Demon was starting to sound desperate now.
"Sam buys your lies because you look like me, for the most part. You come from me so he thinks you must automatically be okay, but you're not. You're a fucking demon, the part of me that I loathe." Dean snarled, his anger rising sharply with every word.
"We're going downstairs now. If you even try to alert Sam... " Dean chuckled menacingly, glaring daggers at Demon as he lightly pressed the knife against Demons crotch in warning. "... Well, you don't wanna know."
Demon jumped back reflexively, nearly letting a whimper loose. Dean laughed at his show of weakness and pathetic attempt to get away.
Dean jerked Demon forward and they slowly walked through the house, passing the bathroom Sam was in on the way to the basement. Demon didn't even try to call for Sam. While Deans threat did scare the shit outta him, he was more concerned about Sam seeing Dean like this, in his survival 'kill or be killed' mindset.
Demon had seen... well, felt it... before on Dean but he never in a million years thought it would be directed at him.
Dean walked them down the stairs to the basement, pausing to open the closet that he had been kept in after Cas and Sam had caught him and had to suppress a laugh at the ironic twist. A demon hybrid torturing his demon half to protect his lover, the supernatural hunter. His life was so fucked up.
The chair that Dean had sat in was still there so he walked Demon in front of it and roughly forced him to sit in it. He grabbed some nearby nylon rope and lazily tied the rope around Demons chest, securing him to the chair. "With those cuffs on you're weaker than a human." Dean informed him before snickering, "Still can't believe you fell for that."
"Yeah, stupid me. I thought I could trust the closest thing I have to a brother. Oops, my bad." Demon snapped, his anger kicking in.
"You're not my brother and you never will be." He whispered harshly in Demons ear as he finished tying the rope. Dean slowly walked in front of Demon and faced him, carefully running one finger over the knife's blade. He stared in fascination at the blade as he spoke. "What do you really want?" He asked nonchalantly.
"I told you already. I told you everything!" Demon growled, his black eyes locked on Deans green ones, though he knew they wouldn't stay green for long. His eyes always changed when he tortured. Deans eyes shot up to meet Demons. "Not good enough." He snapped before slicing the outside of Demons right arm open, leaving a deep six inch long gash that bled badly.
Demon snarled loudly, unable to hold in the sound as he felt the immense burning pain from the demon blade. "Fuck, that hurts." He panted before meeting Deans now black gaze. Demon smirked. "There they are. Was wondering when they'd turn."
Dean rubbed his arm, he had felt a pinching pain along the same arm where he had cut Demon. "Yeah, that's a side effect. You feel a fraction of my pain and if I die, you die and vice versa. Didn't think to tell you before since I never thought this would happen." Demon explained quickly, still panting slightly from the intense pain.
"Good to know." Dean replied calmly. "You gonna answer my question or are we gonna keep playing?"
Demon growled, sounding animalistic. "I told you everything, Dean! I'm not lying or withholding anything!"
Without hesitation Dean stabbed the knife through Demons right hand into the wooden arm on the chair.
Demon screamed in pain as the wound with the knife still in it started to bleed.
Dean flexed his hand as he felt a quick sharp pain in his right hand. "Tell me, Demon. Don't make me keep hurting you."
Demon laughed breathily. "Make you? You can't lie to me, Dean. You get off on this, on torturing people. It's why your eyes go black. You get to be the one in complete control, no demons playing mommy and daddy controlling baby Dean. Just you, all you." Demon panted. He winced and shouted as Dean ripped the blade out of his hand.
"Shut up, bitch!" He snarled, pissed that the fucker knew him better than he knew himself. He decided to step it up, he needed this done before Sam got out of the shower and figured out something was up. He untied Demon and threw him out of the chair, on to the concrete floor. He pushed him down until Demon was laying on his back.
Demon cringed as the pain in his hand intensified now that he was being forced to lay on it. He yanked his hands out from under him, thankful that the chain on the cuffs was just barely long enough to allow his hands to lie at his sides.
Dean kneeled beside him, the knife pointing between his eyes. "Tell me what I wanna know, or... " Dean slowly reached with his free hand down to Demons pants and sluggishly unzipped them.
Demons black eyes got huge. "Dean don't you fuckin dare!" Demon tried to sound intimidating but failed, his fear getting the better of him.
Dean smirked at his attempt to sound tough, he had sensed this weakness of Demons in the bedroom. Now it was time to put it to good use. He probably wouldn't even have to cut him based on how quickly Demons panic was rising.
"Dean, don't. C'mon, man... This ain't necessary!" Demon said, his voice starting to sound panicked.
Dean unbuttoned the button on the mans jeans.
Demon jumped at the sound, his composure draining away by the second. "Please don't... Please Dean, don't do this! I told you everything, I promise! I swear! DEAN!" Demon screamed Deans name as he started pulling Demons pants down.
Demon gasped and scrambled backwards, struggling to pull his pants up with his hands.
Dean snickered at Demons fear, letting him get away a little before grabbing the mans ankle and pulling him back to where he had been. He held the knife to Demons throat as he yanked Demons pants down to almost completely show his black boxers. "I think you underestimated what I'd do to protect Sam. That's one thing you obviously didn't see when you were in my head." Dean snapped.
Demon whined fearfully when Dean yanked his pants down.
Dean paused, he never thought he'd hear that sound come from Demon, never in a million years. It reminded him so much of Sam... He regained his composure a moment later and got his head back in the torturing game. This was good, this meant Dean was getting to him. "Tell me, or I keep going. What do you want from me and Sam?"
"I told you already. You already know the answer, so does Sam." Demon whined, sounding pathetic.
Dean gritted his teeth angrily and yanked Demons pants down past his knees.
Demon flinched and whimpered. He felt Deans warm hand against his knee and began trembling fearfully.
Dean had to physically shake his head and remind himself this wasn't Sam. Demon sounded exactly like Sam. So much so that it was freaking Dean out a little.
Suddenly a disturbing thought entered Deans mind. He froze as the thought played out in his head, his eyes turning back to green from shock. All of a sudden his reason for torturing Demon didn't matter, he had to find out if his sudden suspicion was true.
He laid the knife on the ground, well out of the way. He swallowed somewhat nervously as he carefully straddled Demons hips and placed his hands on either side of Demons head to lean over him, watching closely for his reaction.
Demons obsidian eyes went wide before he violently flinched and cowered away from Dean.
Dean felt like he had been punched in the face. He threw himself off Demon, landing on his ass beside him. Deans face was covered in shock and horror. He swallowed anxiously. "Those memories you didn't wanna show me... They molested you... Us... Didn't they? Our fake parents."
"N-No." Demon mumbled shakily, obviously lying.
Dean placed his head in his hands, sighing stressfully. He groaned and harshly pinched the bridge of his nose as he felt tears building up in his eyes. He was NOT gonna cry damn it! HE didn't cry!
Dean heard a creek from the door and looked up to see the one person he really didn't wanna see right now.
"What the fuck is going on here?!" Sam shouted in alarm.