Next chapter will be posted on Thursday.
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Sam woke feeling hot, really hot. Like his skin was on fire. He quickly realized it was because Dean was nearly on top of him. He shoved the man off, causing Dean to mutter half asleep curses at him. Sam rolled his eyes and climbed out of bed. He went into the kitchen and quickly got a drink of ice cold water.
Sam froze as he got the feeling he was being watched. He spun around and jumped in surprise when he saw Demon standing in the corner of the kitchen by the doorway, his arms crossed and re-handcuffed. "The fuck, Demon? You trying to give me a heart attack?!"
Demon's expression stayed blank and distant. "Sorry."
"Why are you standing there?"
"How are you feeling?" Demon asked, changing the subject.
"I'm fine, why?"
"Just wondering. No regrets about yesterday?"
"What about yesterday?" Sam stalled, not wanting to talk about this.
Demon rolled his eyes. "Don't be dense, Sam. Dean fucked you, I'm asking how you're handling it."
"I'm fine, Demon! I told you already... Why would I regret it?"
"Why do humans regret anything?"
Sam stared into Demons eyes, the distance and blankness there concerning him. Demon was acting... off. "Are you okay?"
"Why are you asking me that? I'm fine."
Sam slowly walked closer to him as he spoke. "Because you seem...off. Like you're not here."
Demon's eyes hardened to a glare. "I'm standing right here, Sam."
"I meant mentally."
"Don't start that shit." Demon growled.
Sam stopped a foot away from him. "Fine, I won't." He whispered before bringing his lips to Demons.
Demon stiffened. He slid sideways away from Sam, putting his back to Sam as he leaned on his hands over the sink. "Not now, Sam."
Sam's eyes filled with hurt. "Why not?"
"I'm not in the mood okay." Demon snapped.
"Since when?"
"Since now."
Sam walked to Demon and ran a hand up his back to his shoulder.
Demon growled, shoving away from Sam. "Would you stop!" He snapped loudly, glaring angrily at him.
Sam winced, he wasn't used to Demons anger being directed at him. "What's wrong?" He asked softly, concerned.
Demon chuckled, his eyes filled with anger as he glared daggers at Sam. "Me? What's wrong with me? What's wrong with you!"
"Huh? What did I do?"
"It's what you haven't done, Sam! How are you so okay with what I did to you?! How I nearly raped you?! How can you just brush that off like it didn't happen?!" Demon yelled.
"Demon, it was an accident and you didn't hurt me. Not really."
Demon laughed. "So because it was an accident that makes it okay? That's bullshit! You should be afraid of me, you should be angry! You should want me dead like you want Zepar dead!"
Now it was Sam's turn to get angry. "You are nothing like Zepar, Demon! Nothing! He hurt me because it was fun, because he liked it. You didn't even hurt me, you just scared me and you are obviously feeling guilty over it. That right there makes you ten times better than Zepar."
Demon snorted and shook his head in disbelief. He turned away from Sam, his eyes still full of anger. Mostly it was anger at himself.
Sam watched him. "You need to let this go."
Demon glared over his shoulder at Sam. "'Let it go'? Are you nuts? I can't just let this go! I molested you!"
"I got over it. If you don't do the same the guilt is gonna tear us all apart. You're already thinking of killing yourself!" Sam snapped.
Demon stared at the door. "Maybe that's the best thing. Tearing me away from you and Dean."
"It's not! Don't even think that!"
"It would keep you safe from me."
Sam suddenly bolted in front of Demon to stare him hard in the eyes. "Maybe I don't wanna be 'safe' if it means being away from you."
Demon opened his mouth to say something but was cut off as Sam kissed him.
Demon stiffened but didn't pull away this time.
Sam nipped at Demons lips, waiting for him to take control.
He never did. Sam suddenly felt anxious, why was Demon not taking control? Maybe he wasn't turned on enough?
Sam ran his hand down Demons chest to his hip. He ran his hand over Demons ass as he pressed his hips against the other mans.
Demon still stayed meek under Sam's touch, not moving or even participating much if at all. Demon wasn't even hard.
Sam pulled his lips away. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing." Demon replied, his voice emotionless.
"Why are you acting like this?" Sam questioned.
"I told you I wasn't in the mood." Demon snapped harshly, anger returning to his eyes. He yanked out of Sam's arms and walked out the door.
Sam's eyes burned with unshed tears. Was Demon not attracted to him anymore?
Sam jumped when he heard an angry growl behind him. He whipped around to see a pissed off Dean staring at the door Demon had just walked out of.
"How long have you been there?" Sam asked shakily, trying to hide his emotions from Demons rejection.
"Long enough." Dean growled. He couldn't describe how pissed off he was at Demon right now.
Dean walked to Sam and wrapped the hurt man in a hug. He knew Sam needed one, even if Dean did hate hugging.
"That had nothing to do with you, you know that right? He's going through shit right now." Dean whispered in Sam's ear. He and Demon were definitely gonna have a talk later.
Sam said nothing, he just buried his face in Deans shirt.
Half an hour later Dean left the house. Sam had finally calmed down enough to chill and watch some TV.
Dean found Demon handcuff-less leaning against his car... smoking a cigarette?
"Where the hell did you get that?" He asked, slightly disgusted.
"Store." Demon replied shortly before taking a long drag.
"What the fuck was that with Sam?" Dean asked, his eyes narrowed in anger.
"He wanted to get hot, I didn't. End of story."
"No, not end of story. You treated him like shit! What the fuck is wrong with you?"
Demon threw his cigarette on the ground and stepped on it before pulling out a joint.
Deans eyes widened slightly is surprise. "Where the fuck did you get that?"
"The store." Demon said before lighting it and taking a very long inhale of the drug. He slowly blew out the smoke before replying, "I didn't feel like fucking Sam. Sue me."
"Ya didn't have to treat him like shit! I saw most of it, you wouldn't even let him touch you!"
"Maybe that's because I don't want him near me." Demon growled, the drugs making him a bit more open about his issues.
"Why's that? You said Sam's your mate, that you love him."
"Yeah, well. That was before."
"Before yesterday morning, you mean?"
Demon saw Sam step out onto the porch. His black eyes hardened, they were as cold as the arctic ocean. It's a damn good thing Demon was high because otherwise he might not have been able to dissociate himself enough to say the lie he felt he had to say to protect Sam. His eyes locked with Sam's desperate hazel gaze, "No, I'm talking about when you fucked him. I'm not interested in used ass. He's all yours, Dean-O."