Next chapter will be posted on Thursday.
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Dean was watching from the kitchen window. His hand was on the door knob, his eyes pitch black, as he watched the tense interaction. He was feeling some of Demons emotions now that the guy was too freaked out to hide them from him anymore. Demon was scared, petrified might be a better word. Dean groaned as he felt another wave of fear shoot through him when Sam tried to touch Demons face.
He was a second away from breaking his promise to Sam and bolting outside. Demons mind was gone, stuck in the past. Dean wasn't experiencing Demons flash back personally, but he was feeling the emotions they were causing Demon, and they weren't happy emotions. Deans black eyes dissapeared as Demons emotions revved down a bit. His heart was racing, he could only imagine what Demon himself felt.
Demon couldn't stop the flinch as Sam kneeled in front of him. He was still stuck in the past a bit, still expecting a hit or an unwanted touch. All his bravado was gone for the moment.
Sam slowed his actions when he saw Demon flinch. He knew this feeling of helplessness, of fear. Of wondering when the next hurt would happen. His eyes filled with sadness for the man in front of him. "That's not true, you're one hell of a strong man. I haven't been through as much abuse as you have, Demon. I don't know all of what they did to you, but you told me the run down when the... 'incident'... happened. Remember?"
Demons eyes widened slightly. He had told Sam. He had thought it was Kent at the time but... He had said so much then. To much.
"You shouldn't have heard that." Demon mumbled.
"I'm glad I did." Sam replied, gently laying a hand on Demons shoulder.
Demon winced slightly, still coming down from his attack. "Don't pity me." Demon growled, shoving the reassuring hand off. "I hate pity."
"I don't pity you, I admire you." Sam replied.
Demons eyes widened in shock as he stared at his mate. "How can you admire me? You can't even touch my cock for fucks sake!" Demon snapped.
"Look how long it took for me to have sex again, to be able to accept a simple touch. You... You've gotten over some of your trauma faster than I ever did." Sam said.
"Don't sell yourself short, stud. You're so brave... Braver than I am."
"Shut up! You're brave! Everyone gets over their shit in their own time, in their own way. I just pushed you to fast." Sam slowly moved his hand to Demons neck. "I'm not as sensitive as you, remember? I had no idea that was to fast for you. We'll get over this hurdle... together." Sam smirked. "Maybe Dean could help us."
Demon smirked and chuckled. "I'm not so sure about that." He laughed.
"Why d'you say that?" Sam questioned.
"Dean probably hates my guts by now, after what I said to you... "
"He'll get over it. I did."
Demon scoffed, "Yeah. Right."
Sam narrowed his eyes in response.
Demon groaned and sighed. "Don't give me that look, damn it! You know how Dean is about you, way over protective. He was ready to kill me when I said... what I said. I'm sure I'll get a punch in the face or the silent treatment for a few days, complete with the ominous stare of death."
Sam snickered before standing up. He held his hand out to Demon. "Come on, I'm sure leaning on his car isn't helping matters."
Demon took it. "Yeah, you're probably right."
Sam opened the front door to find Dean leaning against the kitchen counter, his arms crossed. "You okay?" He asked.
"Fine."
Dean gritted his teeth angrily. "Nice little plan you had there."
"You saw?"
"Yup."
"It was the only thing I could think of, Dean."
"Really?" Dean growled as his eyes flickered black. He slowly stalked closer to Sam, ignoring Demon completely. "Why is it that all of your brilliant ideas involve you potentially dying?"
"I dunno. It worked, that's all I care about." Sam gulped nervously, Dean hadn't been this pissed with him since Demon had emerged.
Dean was close enough now that he grabbed Sam's shirt to stop him from backing up. He yanked the man in closer to him. "Quit trying to get yourself killed, you hear me?" He snarled as his black eyes glared into Sam's.
Sam nodded quickly, averting his eyes.
Dean gave him a quick kiss on the lips, making it last just long enough to wake up Sam's body. He pulled away and turned around to glare daggers at Demon. "As for you... " Dean quickly approached him.
"Here we go... " Demon mumbled, bracing himself for a hit.
It didn't come. Deans black eyes dissapeared to show his normal green ones, filled with anger and concern as he invaded Demons space. "You ever shut me out again I will hit you, understand? That wasn't fucking cool!"
"Yeah, sorry." Demon mumbled, feeling ashamed. He knew Dean would never admit it, but he could feel it now. When Demon had shut him out it had made Dean feel... alone.
"You fuckin' better be." He snapped.
Suddenly, Dean felt a presence behind him. He whipped around to see the angel.
Castiel's eyes widened in shock as he looked between Dean and Demon several times. His eyes met Sam's, "What the fuck?!"
Sam snickered. "Wow, Cas. Never thought I'd hear you drop the f-bomb."
Castiel kept his hand on his angel blade, not sure what to expect. "What the hell is this?"
Demon cleared his throat. "I'm Deans demon half. I believe the last time we saw each other was when Sam handcuffed me to the bed in a not so sexy way."
"You're Deans demon half? How the hell is this possible?!" Castiel kept his hand on his blade, not quite sure what to do here. All he knew was this had never been heard of, at least not by him.
"I'm more demon than human so I'm powerful enough to... leave, I guess would be the right word." Demon was now openly staring at Castiel's hand that was gripping his blade.
"How can you two survive apart?" Castiel's eyes were darting between them somewhat nervously.
"We're still connected. We can read each others minds, feel each others feelings if we choose to. We're apart but still together, if that makes any sense. And if one of us dies, the other does too. So stash the blade, angel boy." Demon snapped. He was feeling seriously uncomfortable right now. That angel had a blade that could kill him and, as far as he could see, he was considering using it. So not cool!
"I'll 'stash it' when I'm ready." Cas growled as he glared daggers at Demon. "Why don't you 'stash' your black eyes?"
"I can't. I guess blacks my natural color since I'm more demonic than human."
Castiel got a confused look on his face. "But you're blond... "
" ... And?" Demon questioned.
"Who the hell ever heard of a blond demon?"
Sam and Dean busted out laughing. Demon was less than pleased. "I may be blond but at least my daddy doesn't control my every move, choir boy."
"Hey now... " Dean put a hand on Demons shoulder as he got in between him and the angel as they all felt the tension level rise. "Let's just relax here, okay?"
Demon moved around Dean as he circled the angel slowly, like a predator. He looked him over, slowly.
"You come near me and I will kill you, demon." Castiel snapped warningly.
Demon bit his bottom lip. "That's a damn shame because you are one sexy angel."
Cas blinked several times. "What?!"
"How did you know my name, anyway? I didn't tell you."
"You're name?" Cas questioned again, still thrown off by Demons comment.
"Yeah, 'Demon'. That's my name."
"You're a demon named Demon." Cas snickered. "Not very creative, are you?"
"I'm plenty creative, baby. Trust me." Demon growled as he checked out Castiel's ass. "Damn, you are one fine piece of angelic ass. I'll give your daddy one thing, he knows how to make his boys."
"Sam, seriously!" Cas whined.
Sam and Dean could barely control their laughter at the look on the angel's face.
"Demon, quit being such a horn dog!" Dean snapped as he tried unsuccessfully to sound serious and not laugh.
"Fine, fine." Demon replied as he went to rejoin Dean at the kitchen table. He sat down still checking the angel out. He let out a groan as a thought ran through his mind.
Dean narrowed his eyes. "Aw, really? I'm staying outta your damn head until he leaves!" Dean complained, his voice filled with disgust.
"What?" Sam chuckled.
"You don't wanna know." Dean sighed.
"What is he thinking?" Castiel questioned curiously.
"I was thinking about what it would be like fucking that virgin ass of yours, Castiel." Demon rasped seductively.
Castiel glared at Sam and Dean as he pointed a finger at Demon. "Control him or I'm outta here!" He yelled.
Sam was laughing hysterically at this point.
"Dude, seriously. Enough harassing the angel." Dean snickered.
"Fine, I'm done. For now." Demon replied.
"I take it you came here for a reason?" Dean asked as he stared at Sam, who was still laughing hysterically. "Hey, peanut gallery! Control yourself!"
Sam chuckled before wiping his watery eyes. "S-Sorry." He snickered before clearing his throat. "Okay, I'm good."
"Yes, I did. Though now I seriously regret it." Castiel was glaring at Demon, who was still checking him out.
"Demon!" Dean growled loudly, snapping Demon out of his trance. "Go chill in the living room if you can't control yourself!"
"Sorry." He said before getting himself a beer and chugging half of it.
"Anyway, business." Dean looked expectantly at Castiel.