Next chapter will be posted on Friday.
*WARNING: Sexual violence
FYI: I do NOT write death fics, promise!
Enjoy!
Demon glanced at the clock on the stove, his eyes widening slightly in surprise. "Guys, it's 1 am."
"Guess that's why I'm so damn tired." Dean mumbled. "I'm going to bed. You coming, Sam?"
Sam yawned and nodded. He looked at Demon. "You sleeping on the couch?"
"Yup." Demon threw away their empty beer bottles and made his way to the living room. He laid on his side, crossed his arms and closed his eyes.
"That's how you sleep? No pillow or blankets?" Sam asked.
"Yup. I'm a demon, Sam. I don't need or want that shit. Those are human comforts." Demon answered, not opening his eyes.
Dean walked past the couch. "Night."
"Yeah." Demon mumbled.
Sam followed Dean. He laid under the covers and yawned in exhaustion.
Dean laid beside him. He jumped when Sam wrapped his arms around him. "Your fucking hands are freezing, Sammy!"
"Deal with it." Sam muttered sleepily.
Dean smirked and wrapped his arm around Sam's shoulders, pulling him closer. Soon after he fell asleep.
Sam woke up with the feeling that something wasn't right. He untangled himself from Deans arms and got out of bed. He froze when he heard a noise. He picked up his demon knife from the nightstand and slowly stalked into the living room, following the sound. He froze when he realized the sound came from Demon, who was currently laying on his back on the floor.
Demons arms were at his sides, his hands fisting the carpet. His eyes were squeezed shut as moans of fear left his mouth. His head shook back and forth slowly as he pleaded with whoever was in his dreams. "No, no, no! I'll be good, just stop... " He panted and groaned in pain and fear.
Sam threw himself on the ground next to Demon, leaning over him. He grabbed Demons shoulders and shook him. "Wake up Demon! It's just a dream!"
Demon jolted awake, his eyes blood red from fear. He snarled and grabbed Sam's shirt, shoving him on the ground. He straddled the hunter and leaned in close to his face. "I'm gonna kill you for everything you fucking did to me, right after I give you every fucking ounce of pain you gave me."
Before Sam could say anything Demon picked him up by his shirt and slammed him against the wall, knocking the breath out of him.
Demon flipped Sam around quickly before tearing his pants and boxers off. He palmed the mans ass, still thinking he was in a torturous dream. "I'm gonna start where you started, Kent." Demon paused to shove a forceful finger inside Sam's ass. "Right fucking here."
Sam gasped and jumped as he was suddenly filled with intense fear. He tried to talk, to say something, but the fear silenced him.
Demon unbuckled his belt, the clinking sound giving Sam an adrenaline rush as his mind and body went into fight or flight. He yanked himself out of Demons hold, falling to the floor. He scrambled backwards, staring at the outline of Demons dark figure.
Demon chuckled darkly. "You won't get away, I won't let you. Just like you never let me get away." He slowly pulled his zipper down, the sound making Sam's heart race even more. He tried to force words out but all that escaped was a whimper when his back hit a wall.
Demon chuckled again. "Already crying? I always knew you were a useless coward." he stopped in front of Sam and stared down at the dark form for a moment before kneeling over him.
Sam slid to the floor, cowering on his side. He whined when Demon yanked him under him, he tried to say something but the lump in his throat made talking impossible.
Demon grabbed his throat forcefully. "Shut up!" He snarled loudly. "All the times you raped me, molested me, cut me, burned me, stabbed me, shot me, starved me, forced me to rape and torture others. You deserve this, every painful moment. You deserve every single second of pain I'm gonna give you... " Demon pulled out his hardened cock and rubbed it against the mans ass threateningly.
Sam jumped and tried to bolt away, clawing at the carpet desperately.
Demon grabbed his wrists and forced them behind Sam's back. He leaned over to whisper in Sam's ear. "And that pain starts now. I'm gonna fuck you dry until you bleed as badly as you've made me bleed." He reached under Sam and roughly grabbed his flaccid penis. "Then I'm gonna circumcise you like you did me, with a hot knife and not a single fucking painkiller. You're gonna relive my entire childhood, Kent, from my perspective. Then, and only then, will I kill you."
Demon jumped when suddenly the room was filled with light.
"What the fuck?!" Dean yelled.
Demon stared down at the brown mop of hair in front of him. He pushed the hair aside and met Sam's tear filled hazel eyes. "... Sam?" He gasped, jumping off him immediately.
Sam scrambled away, staring at Demon with wide terrified eyes. "What t-the fuck was that?" Sam panted shakily, the lump in his throat gone now that he was safe.
Dean got Sam a pair of jeans and tossed them to him before picking Demon up by his shirt and shoving him against the wall. "You better explain what that was, right fucking now." Dean growled menacingly.
Sam quickly put the jeans on, his eyes never leaving Demons now black ones.
Demon panted as his eyes became misty with tears. "I didn't know it was Sam. I thought... fuck." he ran his hands through his hair.
"What the fuck does that mean? Who did you think he was?" Dean snapped.
Sam stood up slowly. "He had a nightmare, Dean. He kept calling me Kent."
Deans eyes widened before they flashed black for a few seconds. His hands on Demons shirt loosened. "Kent was my... our... fake demon father."
Demon snickered sadly. "Yeah. Emphasis on 'fake'."
Dean slowly released Demon, suddenly realizing what the dream had probably been about. "He abused you."
"No shit Sherlock." Demon snapped defensively.
Sam cleared his throat. "Demon... fix your pants."
Demon glanced down before he quickly fixed himself and zipped his pants back up. He stared at Sam, his eyes full of sadness. "Sam... I'm so fucking sorry. I... I thought you were him. I... "
"I get it, Demon. I've had those dreams before. You wake up and think you're still there, still fighting." He paused and swallowed nervously. "I almost killed Dean once because I thought I was still with Zepar."
Dean nodded. "I remember that."
"Me too." Demon slowly approached Sam, who leaned away instinctively. Demon paused. "I'm so sorry, Sam. So damn sorry."
Sam ignored his apprehension and engulfed Demon in a hug, the pain in the mans eyes was unbearable to Sam. "It's okay."
Demon backed away. "No, it's not! I was gonna rape you, Sam! I was literally seconds away. Dean... " Demon swallowed, his eyes burning. "You were right, Dean. You called it, you always thought I would-"
"Shut the fuck up Demon! That was before I could read your mind! You didn't do this on purpose!"
"Does that fact matter? It still happened, I used my strength against him! I still traumatized Sam... and the shit I was gonna do... " Demon groaned and turned away, not wanting the two of them to see the tear that escaped his eye.
"Demon..." Sam placed a hand on Demons shoulder.
Demon backed away again. "Where are the cuffs?" he asked hoarsely.
Sam's eyes widened. "What? Why do you want them?"
"Why d'you think, Sam? To weaken me so I can't hurt you again. If it wouldn't have been for my supernatural strength you would've gotten away immediately and this never would've happened." Demon met Deans shocked eyes. "Gimme the handcuffs."
Deans eyes hardened. "No."
Demon glared at him. "Give me the damn handcuffs. Now."
"No, damn it! This was an accident, I know you won't do this again." Dean snapped.
"Accident or not, it happened." Demon stepped into Deans personal space. "Tell me something... If you hadn't walked in and stopped me and I'd raped Sam, would we be having this conversation about whether or not I need to be cuffed for his safety?"
Dean said nothing.
"Exactly. I've never slept before so I had no idea that would happen but it did. Now give me the god damn handcuffs, Dean!"
Deans eyes shot up to meet Demons before he shook his head no.
Demon narrowed his eyes in irritation before going through Deans recent memories. "Never mind." he mumbled as he pushed past Dean to enter the bedroom.
"Damn it, Demon! You don't need the handcuffs on!" Dean yelled, unable to stop Demon from reading his thoughts.
Sam followed Demon, entering the bedroom just as Demon pulled the handcuffs out of the nightstand drawer.
Demon went to snap them on but hesitated. He hated being vulnerable, and these cuffs made him as weak as he was when he was young. He saw movement in the corner of his eye, his head snapped up reflexively. He met Sam's worried eyes, a needed reminder of why he was doing this.
Sam shook his head. "You don't need to do this."
Demon swallowed nervously. "Yeah, I do." Seconds after he spoke the sound of cuffs closing rang through the room.
Sam winced slightly when Demons eyes shot red and he exhaled anxiously. The feeling of the cold handcuffs around his wrists made him nervous as hell.
"When is the angel returning?" Demon mumbled.
"A few days maybe. Why?"
Dean stepped up behind Sam. "I know why, and I won't allow it." He snarled, glaring angrily at Demon.
Sam glanced between Demon and Dean. "Someone wanna fill me in here?"
Dean glared daggers at Demon, who was staring at the floor, his head hanging in shame. "He wants to ask Castiel if it's possible to seperate us so he can kill himself without killing me."