Sorry this chapter was late, just moved into a new house and shit is chaotic right now! Next chapter will be posted on Wednesday.

*WARNING: Violence

Enjoy!

Demon slowly pushed the closet door open to find Dean staring darkly at him. "You done fucking Sam?" He growled angrily, his eyes as black as Demons.

"Yup." Demon replied bluntly as he crossed his arms and leaned against the door frame. "How you feeling?"

Dean snorted in amusement. "Seriously? Can't you just look in my head and see for yourself?"

Demons eyes widened slightly. "How-"

"-Do I know? I can feel you, Demon. Crawling around in my damn head like a leech." Dean snarled, giving his restraints an angry tug. "Soon as I get outta here... You're fuckin dead." Dean promised menacingly.

Demon narrowed his eyes. "You do realize that would kill you too, right?"

"Don't give a fuck."

"Really? You'd kill yourself and me, leaving Sam here alone? That's just selfish, Dean."

Dean chuckled darkly. "He's better off without us. WE fuck everything up." Dean laughed as his eyes burned from holding back tears. There's no fucking way in hell he'd cry, especially in front of Demon.

"Why do you think that?" Demon asked curiously.

"What are you, my therapist now? I think that because it's true! This wasn't supposed to happen. I was supposed to help Sam and kill Zepar. Now Sam has to deal with... This. You. Me. Our fuckin problems. Kid don't need this BS." Dean snapped, his eyes shining with anger.

"If I let you go, are you gonna behave?" Demon slowly walked behind Dean, ready to snap the rope holding him to the chair.

Dean snickered. "Oh totally!" He laughed mockingly.

Demon cut the rope anyway. "Cuffs are staying on, for now."

Demon tensed as Dean stood up and turned to stare him down, black eyes on black eyes. Suddenly Demon was thankful for the chair between them, the amount of hate in Deans eyes was shocking. He tensed as Dean started slowly stalking towards him, cuffs be damned.

"I know you blame me for everything, Dean. But I didn't do this to us. This isn't my fault! Don't make me your damn scapegoat! I suffered too, ya know! I took the worst of it so you wouldn't have to. That's why you don't remember, because it didn't happen to your mind. Is this how your gonna repay me?!"

Dean quickly shoved Demon against the wall. He made sure to tightly grip the arm with the gash on it, pinning it next to Demons head. The chain was long enough that he could reach Demons throat with his other hand, harshly squeezing it. "You're still weak from the blade, aren't you?"

Demon gasped slightly, wincing from the harsh pain in his arm. "Dean... Stop this!" Demon snarled, pushing at his chest with his uninjured arm. Dean quickly snuck his arm behind Demon and pulled the demon knife out of his belt. He held it to Demons throat.

"I die, you die Dean. Don't do this! Think about Sam!" Demon pleaded.

Deans black eyes suddenly filled with sadness before becoming blank, resembling the dead eyes of a corpse. "I am. Look at me, Demon. I'm supposed to protect him... How can I do that like this? This... Damaged. He needs someone better, stronger. Less crazy. I'm no good for him... WE'RE no good for him, no good for anything."

Demon tried to use his powers but the knife had drained him. He instinctively swallowed as he felt the knife leave a small burning slice on his neck.

"DEAN, STOP!"

Dean flinched slightly at the sound of Sam's panicked voice. "Go back upstairs, Sammy. You don't need to see this." Dean rasped.

Sam sprinted to stand next to Demon, nearly flinching at the dead look in Deans eyes. "You can't do this, Dean! Please, I need you two, you can't kill yourself!"

The hand holding the knife shook slightly before steadying again. "Watch me."

Sam suddenly shoved Dean back, putting himself in Demons place. He couldn't help the trembling that started as he felt the knife blade at his throat.

"If you're gonna kill yourself and Demon you better take me with you, you selfish bastard." Sam's voice shook as a tear escaped his right eye.

Dean and Demon both froze in shock at Sam's move.

Demon couldn't move, couldn't think. He stood there frozen, shivering fearfully as he stared at the blade pressed against his mates throat.

Deans hands shook, his obsidian eyes full of pain and fear as he stared Sam in the eyes. "I can't hurt you Sammy."

He rasped as he dropped the knife, averting his ashamed gaze.

Sam threw his arms around Dean. "You're stuck with me and Demon, one way or another. Whether you like it or not, we're a family."

"One hell of a fucked up family... " Dean mumbled.

"Is there any other kind?" Demon sighed in relief, crossing his arms as he leaned against the wall.

Sam pulled away to brush noses with Dean before giving him a soft kiss.

Dean smirked. "That your way of making me wanna stick around?"

"Maybe." Sam smiled.

Demon followed Sam and Dean as they left the basement, making sure to keep his distance from Dean. "I'm getting some air." He said to Sam as he passed.

Dean stared after him. He glanced at Sam, "Give us a few minutes alone."

Sam nodded warily.

"You can watch us out the window if you're concerned. Just don't listen in." He muttered before leaving the house.

Demon watched him like a predator before a fight as he approached. "I take it you followed me out here for a reason? To finish what you started, maybe?" Demon couldn't help the seething anger that coated his words. Demon had promised himself he would never be left at the mercy of another again. He had broken that promise for Dean, the closest thing he had to family, and Dean had fucked him. Almost literally.

Dean grimaced as Demons thoughts ran through his mind. "I was never, ever gonna rape you."

"What were your plans, then? Because yanking someone's pants down and leaning over them paints a very clear picture of what's gonna happen."

Dean stared at a particularly shiny rock on the ground. "I had sensed you were extra sensitive in that area. Originally I was gonna threaten to cut you there but... ", He raised his eyes to lock with Demons, "You reacted in a way I never expected. You reacted like Sam." Dean slowly walked towards Demon, who tensed up more and more with every step closer.

Dean stopped when he was a foot away, his green eyes searching Demons black gaze. "You reacted like a rape victim."

Demons pupils turned red as he tackled Dean to the ground. He pinned Deans cuffed hands above his head, snarling demonically. "Shut your fucking mouth! You have no clue, not even the slightest, of what you're talking about. Leave it alone, or I will hurt you."

Dean didn't even tense. He could see the fear in Demons eyes, it was swimming through the guys red pupils like crocodiles swimming through a swamp. "You know, I never knew before. Never even suspected. Especially considering how you are with Sam."

Demon growled warningly as Dean talked.

"You won't hurt me, I know it. Even after what I did I'm still important to you. I can see it." Dean leaned his head forward, closer to Demons. "What did they do to you?"

Demon flung himself off Dean to stand above him, glaring at him. "To us, you mean?"

Dean stood to face Demon, who's pupils were still blood red. "No. I've realized something, my soul wasn't present during whatever happened. Your soul was. That didn't happen to me, didn't scar me. Not like it did you."

Demon snickered in disbelief. "Since when do you aspire to that belief? That we have actual souls?"

"Since you appeared, and I feel like me now instead of you and me crammed in one body."

Demons eyes shined as he nodded. "Well, glad to hear it. You don't need to worry about this shit, then."

"I never said I didn't want to know. I'm here for you, Demon. I'll listen to you, if you want. This shit is tearing you up more than you let on."

Demon narrowed his eyes, staring hard at Dean. "You figured out how to get in my fucking head, didn't you?"

Dean nodded. "Pretty convenient. Sucks that I didn't figure it out before."

Demon grabbed Deans shirt, yanking him towards Demon. "Don't you dare rifle through my memories, understand? I will kick the shit outta you for that."

Dean raised his cuffed hands in surrender. "Understood."

Demon let him go, a suspicious look settled on his face. "Since when are you so... Submissive?"

"Since I found out why you're obsessed with control, other than the demon instinct to dominate."

Demon went rigid, his eyes flashed red dangerously. "And how did you get that?" He quietly asked, his voice filled with menace.

"Your memories."

Demon didn't hesitate as he punched Dean hard in the face. "You fucking bitch... " Demon snapped.

"You've had unfiltered access to everything involving me, why can't I have access to you?" Dean snapped back, spitting as he tasted blood.

"Because I was doing it to protect you! You're doing it to be a dick!"

"That's not why I'm doing this! I haven't gone through everything in your head, I've only gone through just enough to get you. Understand why you do the dumb shit you do. You wanted me to trust you, this is the only way I could do it."

Demon glared at Dean for a long minute, still pissed off. "Fine. You ever use it against me and next time it'll be me torturing you, got it?"

Dean nodded as Demon quickly unlocked his cuffs, seeing no reason to keep them on now that Dean could read his mind. He paused as Deans thoughts ran through his mind. "Don't do that. Don't think about what might've happened to me. It'll do nothing but drive you mad... again. Focus on Sam, on finding Zepar. That is priority number one, for all of us."

Dean smirked. "I can't decide if it's cool or annoying that we can read each other's minds."

Demons eyes lit up mischievously. "Ask me that again after you and Sam get horny."