Next chapter will be posted on Monday.
*WARNING: Mild Wincest.
Enjoy!
Deans eyes turned black as rage ran through him. "You did not just say that!" He snarled menacingly.
Demon took another long drag from his joint. "Pretty sure I just did."
Dean was seconds away from punching Demon when he suddenly saw a mop of brown hair whiz by him.
"YOU SON OF A BITCH!" Sam screamed, kicking and punching Demon wildly.
Sam got two punches to Demons face and a kick to his gut before Demon grabbed his throat and pinned him to the hood of Deans car. He used his powers to pin Dean to the ground as the man lunged forward to try and help Sam. "Stay!" Demon growled at Dean, his eyes red.
Dean stopped fighting for the moment. He knew no matter what Demon would never physically hurt Sam, not while he was fully aware of his surroundings.
Demon turned his red eyes to Sam's rage filled hazel gaze. Demon could see more than rage there, Sam was hurt. Shocked too. Demon groaned and ran a shaky hand over his face. There was a battle going on his head, on one side was the instinct to protect Sam from all harm and danger, himself included. On the other side was the desire to love and comfort his mate, to tell him that what he had just said to Dean was complete bullshit and beg, yes beg, for the mans forgiveness. He literally felt like he was being torn apart from the inside out.
Sam, who had been fighting to be free from Demons hold, stilled as he saw Demons distress. It made no sense to Sam. Demons eyes were also red, which Sam had figured out, meant that Demon was either really mad, really scared or was experiencing a trigger from his past. "Why are your eyes red?"
Demons gaze snapped back to Sam's when he spoke. His eyes turned back to black as he dissociated himself from the situation, his emotions turned off like a switch.
Sam's concerned gaze turned into a sharp glare when he saw Demons eyes become cold and distant again. He knew what was coming.
"I just said I don't want your used ass and all you care about is how I'm feeling? That's pathetic, Sam." Demons voice was icy and mocking. He knew how to play the bad guy all too well.
"You're really easy to read, you know that? Maybe not to others, but I know you. I can see what you're doing now, and I'm not buying it." Sam replied, his voice raspy with anger.
Dean sat up, watching the exchange. He decided to let Sam handle this. Honestly, Dean had no idea what to do. This issue was between Sam and Demon.
"Do you? Are you sure you aren't seeing something that's not there so you won't have to face the fact that I'm not attracted to you anymore? That I don't want you?"
Sam felt Demons hand fall away from his neck. He stood straight, locking eyes with the man. "I'm sure of it. Your eyes were red, Demon, and I saw your face. You can't hide everything, not from me. I'm your mate, remember? I know you."
Demon snickered. "My eyes were red because I was angry. You attacked me, you don't think that'll piss me off?"
"That wasn't all of it. I saw your face, you're lying. This is all a lie because you think you need to protect me. It's not gonna work, I'm not going anywhere and neither are you."
Demon sighed and rolled his eyes. "Why can't you take the fucking hint? I do not want you anymore! I'm not attracted to you and I feel nothing for you! Did that make it through that thick head of yours?!" Demon snapped loudly.
Sam ignored the burn of tears in his eyes. He knew Demon was lying but damn, the guy knew just the right words to say. Sam slowly pulled out his hunting knife, a plan forming in his mind. He looked at Dean, "Go in the house. No matter what, don't interfere."
"Sam..." Dean said somewhat nervously.
"Do it."
Dean sighed and went in the house. He hoped whatever Sam was doing wasn't stupid.
"Alright, Deans gone. What your-" Demon froze when Sam sliced his arm open with the knife.
"What the fuck?!" Demon growled.
"You claim you don't care about me. I'm just giving you a chance to prove you're telling the truth." Sam gasped painfully. Blood was gushing down his arm to a quickly growing pool on the ground.
Demons eyes flashed red as panic overtook him. "Why the fuck did you do that?! D'you wanna die?!"
"Why not? You don't care, remember?"
"DEAN!" Demon screamed, rushing to Sam's side. He put pressure on the massive gash, slowing the flow of blood.
"He won't come, remember?"
"Sam, drink my blood! It'll heal you!" Demon bit his arm hard enough to make it bleed.
"No."
"What?! Why?!"
"Not until you admit you were lying."
"Sam, damn it! I was lying, now drink!"
"And you gotta promise to stop acting like this or I'll do it again, I swear I will." Sam was beginning to pale from the blood loss.
"Yes! Fine! Now drink!" Demon cried desperately, shoving his arm in Sam's face.
Sam drank the blood. Almost instantly the gash began to slowly heal, the bleeding stopping completely.
Sam pulled away, falling to his knees from weakness.
"You lost to much blood, it'll be a couple hours before you're back to normal." Demon rasped, his voice full of emotion and relief.
Demon grabbed Sam's shirt, yanking the man up so they were face to face. "Why in the fuck did you do that?!"
Sam smirked. "To prove you were lying."
Demons red eyes widened. "Are you serious?! You nearly killed yourself to prove I was lying?!"
Sam shakily pushed away from Demon to lean on Deans car, his arm now fully healed. "I couldn't take it, Demon. I just couldn't. You..." Sam fought back a sob. "... You made me fall in love with you. To hear you saying this shit and see you pushing me away... it was killing me." He locked eyes with Demon, tears making his eyes shine. "What I did just now, slicing my arm open, it hurt less than what you've done to try and push me away. It needs to fucking stop, Demon!"
Demons eyes were still red and filled with fear. "Okay, Sam, I get it. Don't do that again, for fucks sake! I thought you were gonna die!"
As Sam's words fully registered in Demons mind, his eyes flashed back to black. "I'm sorry. I didn't know it would hurt you that badly."
"I assure you, it did." Sam snapped.
Demon sighed, his black eyes full of shame. "Well, I'm gonna take a page outta Deans book..." He stepped back and spread his arms wide. "Do whatever you want to me... as revenge or whatever. I won't get mad, I promise." Demon lowered his arms as Sam looked him over.
"Seriously?" Sam questioned.
"Seriously. Whatever you want. Punch me, kick me, stab me with the hunting knife. Whatever. I won't get mad or stop you."
Sam took Demon by surprise and shoved him to the ground. He quickly straddled the man before he slammed his lips to Demons, letting all his anger and frustration show in the kiss. He roughly ran his hand down Demons chest and abs to his groin.
Demons eyes shot red and he let loose a loud demonic snarled. He reflexively grabbed Sam's arm hard, the veins in his arm popping out.
"Demon..." Sam panted as the kiss was broken.
Demon slowly relaxed his arm until he was finally able to pull it away. "Sam..." he warned nervously.
"I know... but you pushed me when I was afraid. Maybe now it's time I push you." Sam kept his eyes locked with Demons red ones. They were so full of fear that Sam questioned if this was right. Then he remembered how he had once felt the same way about many things, and this was how Demon had cured him of his fears.
Sam brought his lips back to Demons, this time making the kiss soft and gentle. He placed kisses along Demons jaw until he came to his ear. "Trust me, like I trusted you." He whispered softly.
Demon panted nervously at the thought of what Sam wanted to do. "Did I piss you off t-that much?" Demon cursed himself as he heard his words stutter from fear.
Sam pulled back to stare down at Demon, his expression was of shock and hurt. "Fuck the deal, Demon! This is about us being able to trust each other again. If you don't trust me enough to do this then say no."
Demon swallowed anxiously, his eyes still red. "This has nothing to do with trusting you, okay? I've never been touched down there by anyone but... him. I don't know if I can just ignore the instinct to protect myself."
Sam brought his face closer to Demons so their noses were touching. "I'm willing to give it a shot if you are. It's up to you."
Demon swallowed again. He averted his eyes as he gave a quick nod and tightly fisted his hands in Sam's shirt.
Sam brought one of his hands to Demons face, forcing the man to meet his eyes. "Look at me." He whispered.
Demon obeyed, cursing himself for it. His fear had turned him into a coward.
"What was that thought?" Sam asked, his eyes narrowed.
"Huh?"
"You just got a wicked pissed off, disgusted look on your face. What were you just thinking about?"
"Wow. You really can read me can't ya?"
"Quit stalling." Sam snapped.
"Fine!" Demon growled. "I was thinking about how much of a fucking coward I am, okay? Ya happy?"
"You're not a coward, you're a survivor. And this is one of your battle scars, one that maybe I can help you get rid of."
Demons eyebrows raised. "Wow, that's deep."
"I'm serious you ass!" Sam snickered.
Demons eyes hardened. He slapped Sam's ass hard, making the man jump in surprise. "Watch it, boy."
Sam glared at him. "And here I was thinking I was the top for once."
Demon snickered. "You might be on top of me but I'm still the more dominant one here, stud."
Sam smirked when Demon called him 'stud'. He hadn't heard that pet name in too long.
"You ready for this, master?" Sam said mockingly.
Demon smirked at Sam's obvious attempt to keep the mood calm. "Very funny."
Sam's face sobered. "Seriously, you ready?"
"As I'll ever be." Demon sighed, fisting his hands in Sam's shirt again.
Sam started gently kissing Demons neck, adding a bite here and there. When he heard Demon moan softly he slowly ran his hand down the mans side to his hip. He paused before rubbing his hand over Demons denim covered dick.
Demon jolted away from the light touch as though he had been electrocuted. He snarled, sounding like a feral animal, his eyes nearly glowing red with fear and anger.
Sam brought his eyes to meet Demons. "Shhhh, it's me. It's not Kent, it's me. You know me, Demon. You know I won't hurt you."
Demon was panting heavily, his heart racing as adrenaline filled his body. He felt Sam's shirt tearing as his hands gripped it to tightly.
Sam gently cupped Demons dick. He slowly rubbed it, trying to give the man pleasure so he had something else to focus on.
Demons eyes were full on glowing red as he snarled and rolled Sam over on to his back. Demons eyes looked so distant, like he wasn't even here anymore.
"Demon, it's me. It's Sam. You're safe, I promise." Sam brought his hand away from Demons crotch. He had pushed to fast.
Demon was full on triggered. He no longer saw any color other than red. He was snarling demonically, his eyes resembling a neon red traffic light. He couldn't focus on anything, he could only feel. The feeling of male hands holding him down, stroking him, fondling him as he begged for it to stop. The same hands striking him if he cried when it all became to much.
"Demon, come back to me. It's okay, I swear. It's okay." Sam repeated soothingly. He brought his hand up to Demons face.
Demon flinched violently, rearing up on his knees to roughly grab the hand. Hands were bad, hands caused pain. So much pain...
Sam winced slightly at the somewhat painful grasp Demon had on his wrist. "Demon, hey, look at me. Demon, look at me!" Sam yelled in an effort to get his attention.
Demon glared down at the male below him. This wasn't the male that hurt him. He was familiar... so familiar...
"You're safe. It's Sam. Remember?"
Sam... yes, Sam. His mate. Demon glanced around. They were alone. He slowed his breathing until the red drained from his vision and he could think again. "... Sam?"
"Yes. You're safe, Demon. I'm so sorry, I pushed you to fast."
Demon just stared at Sam, still panting slightly.
"Can you let my wrist go?"
Demons eyes shot sideways to stare at his hand squeezing Sam's wrist. He couldn't even feel it, it was numb. His entire body was numb. He slowly opened his hand, releasing Sam's wrist. "S-Sorry." he rasped.
"It's okay, it's not your fault."
Demon wanted to get up so he wasn't straddling Sam anymore but his legs just wouldn't work. They were numb, like everything else. He slid off Sam to sit on the ground instead. He stared blankly at the dirt, his still red eyes wide.
Sam sat up. "I'm sorry. I should've listened to you."
Demon slowly shook his head. "No. I should've known better. He hurt me too bad, so bad there's no way to fix me." He slowly raised his anxious, desperate eyes to Sam's. "I'm not as strong as you. There's no healing this battle scar, Sam. He broke me."