Next chapter will be posted on Sunday.
*WARNING- Wincest
Enjoy!
Dean ignored Sam as his mind spun at this new information about his past.
"Dean?!" Sam snapped, his voice a mixture of anger and worry.
"Sam, listen to me. Go in Deans left pocket and get the key, okay? Don't try to talk to Dean, just get the key."
Sam did as Demon asked, trying to ignore what this whole scene looked like... For the moment. He quickly grabbed the key and tossed it to Demon just as Dean started becoming aware of what was happening.
"Sam don't!" Dean lunged for the key just as Demon unlocked the last cuff, freeing himself. He took that opportunity to quickly handcuff Dean, who's eyes blackened in fear seconds after feeling the cuffs close around his wrists.
"FUCK!" He yelled through gritted teeth in frustration. "If you hurt Sam... "
"Yeah I know, you'll bring your unholy wrath upon me. Blah blah." Demon mumbled sourly. He quickly yanked his pants up as he stood before grabbing Dean and hauling him, kicking and thrashing, in the chair. "Sam, gimme that rope."
Sam froze, unsure of what to do. Dean was acting off and Demon was Demon. Who the hell was he supposed to back up in this fucked up situation?
Demon darted for the rope, giving Dean an opening to bolt out of the chair.
Demon tackled him and wrapped the rope tightly around Deans throat, dragging him back to the chair. He tied him to the chair the same way Dean had tied him an hour earlier. After he was done tying Demon slumped against a nearby wall feeling drained, physically and emotionally. What little emotion he had, anyway.
"What the fuck's going on?!" Sam demanded.
Dean was to busy fighting the rope and cuffs to acknowledge Sam's question.
Demon carefully wrapped his uninjured hand around the still bleeding gash on his arm. "How about we go upstairs and I fill you in while I take care of this?"
Sam's eyes widened as he suddenly noticed Demons injuries. "Yeah, okay." He shakily replied as he picked up his demon knife that was now covered in blood. "Did Dean torture you?"
"Let's go upstairs, let him calm down a bit." Demon herded Sam upstairs, away from Dean who was still wildly fighting his restraints.
Demon had kept himself out of Deans head out of respect before, but after Dean had started torturing him he decided otherwise. He needed to know where Deans mind was, and he was quite surprised at what he found.
Demon sat at the kitchen table with a wet paper towel over his gash. The small hole in his hand was nearly healed, but the gash would take a couple more hours. Damn demon blade slowed healing time way down.
"Tell me what the hells going on with Dean!" Sam snapped.
Demon could see and hear the panic Sam was feeling. "Truthfully? I think Dean might be having a bit of a mental breakdown."
"A mental breakdown?! From what?!"
"From what I told him in the dream and... When he tortured me he figured out something from our past that I NEVER wanted him to know. Not in a million, billion, trillion years. Honestly, I think I broke Dean." Demon said seriously.
"Quit kidding around Demon!" Sam snapped.
"I'm not, Sam! Deans mind is so scrambled right now. It's like a friggin car accident in there!"
The anger in Sam's eyes drained away as worry took its place. "What did he find out?"
Demon shook his head, his black eyes hard. "No, no way. I'm not telling you. You don't need to know."
"Oh c'mon Demon!" Sam whined.
"Don't start Sam! You don't need our shit in your head! The shit that was done to us... No. You don't need to know anything about that!" Demon snapped firmly.
Sam groaned in irritation and ran his hands through his hair. "So now what? We can't leave him like that!"
"We are for right now. He needs time to sit and think. I'll go see him in a couple hours, see where his heads at." Demon said as he stood up to wash the blood off his arm.
Sam got up and stood beside him. "You're gonna have to bandage that if it doesn't start healing soon."
Demon gave an irritated sigh. "Yeah, I know. That damn knife of yours is trouble." Demon growled as he shut off the water and quickly wrapped his arms around Sam.
He jumped and shivered anxiously at the sudden feeling of Demons arms around him from behind.
"Shhh, easy baby boy." Demon whispered in his ear as he roughly snaked his hand under Sam's shirt, up his stomach, abs and chest to firmly wrap around his throat. Sam whimpered anxiously. "What did I tell you, Sam? Think NOW, not THEN."
Demons other hand unbuttoned Sam's jeans and shoved them down. He grasped Sam's dick and began stroking him slowly from base to tip. "Who's touching you, stallion?" Demon rasped.
"D-Demon." Sam gasped as Demon gave him a rough stroke.
"That's right, baby." He growled, keeping his hips away from Sam's ass. He knew the man couldn't handle that, not right now. He slightly tightened his grip on Sam's throat as he felt him start to relax. Sam's muscles went rigid again. Demon brushed his teeth over Sam's neck, making Sam moan.
He bucked his hips as Demon gave him a harsh jerk. He was so overwhelmed by pleasure he didn't even notice when Demons grip around his neck tightened a little more.
"Good boy." Demon growled, "Come for me, stud." He whispered before giving Sam a harsh bite, nearly drawing blood.
Sam groaned loudly as he obeyed Demon, his legs nearly giving out from the intensity.
Demon gave a cocky smirk as he released Sam's throat and kept him standing. "Hey, stud. Find your legs." He whispered, smacking the hunters ass to wake him up a bit.
Sam jumped in surprise before glaring back at Demon. He grabbed the counter to steady himself. "What was that about? Choking me?"
"Remember I told you I'd get you over your fears? That was one of them. And I think we both needed a distraction."
Sam smirked. "Is that how you're gonna 'solve' all my problems?"
Demon nodded. "Positive reinforcement works well for you."
"'Positive reinforcement'? I'm not a poodle you ass!"
Demon narrowed his eyes, looking Sam up and down. "Naw, I'd say you're more like a golden retriever. Especially with that hair."
"Shut up!" Sam snickered. He stared at Demons obvious hard on for a moment before meeting his eyes. "You want me to-"
"NO!" Demon snapped, taking a step back defensively as his eyes hardened. He cleared his throat and blinked, calming hinself. "No, I'm fine. Thanks anyway."
Sam stared at him curiously. "Okay." He replied, a bit surprised. Sam jumped when he heard distant laughter, it sounded creepy as hell. "Is that... Dean?"
Demon nodded. "Yeah. I think he heard us."
Sam's face reddened out of embarrassment.
Demon quickly smirked at him. "I'm gonna go check on him. STAY HERE, Sam! I'm serious!"
Sam rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. "Fine." He snapped petulantly before grabbing a beer and sitting down at the table.
Demon walked up behind him and fisted his hair. He quickly yanking his head back, forcing Sam to look him in the eye. "Don't roll your eyes at me." Demon growled before giving Sam a harsh kiss, nipping and biting at his lip. He suddenly released Sam, running his hand through his hair as he walked away towards the basement.
He paused at the door, "Whatever you hear, stay up here. Got it? No matter what." Demon said ominously.
Sam nodded, his eyes filled with concern.
Demon exhaled warily before slowly walking down the stairs.