Next chapter will be posted on Monday.
*WARNING: Wincest!
Enjoy!
Castiel sighed sadly. "You- or whoever spoke to me last time I was here- was right. There's no way Sam and I could possibly kill Zepar on our own."
Demon scoffed. "It took you this long to find that out?"
Castiel glared at him. "Very few know of Zepar, and even less were willing to speak of him."
Demon slowly stalked closer to the angel. "And I suppose believing me from the get go was out of the question?"
"You expected me to believe your word? You were insane that night! An animal!"
Demon snickered, his black eyes shining. "You ain't seen shit, angel."
Castiel stiffened. "Is that a threat?" He growled.
Demon gave a cocky smirk. "More like a promise." He replied as he walked past the angel and pinched his ass.
Cas jumped away, his eyes filled with anger. He wrapped his hand around his blade. "Touch me again and I'll kill you!"
Demon growled seductively. "You like knife play? I can work with that... "
"ENOUGH!" Dean shouted, fed up with Demons game.
"Nobody's killing anybody!" Dean glared at Cas.
"Or fucking anybody!" Sam growled, glaring at Demon. He was fed up too, and a bit jealous.
Demon laughed. "Alright boys, relax. So, back to Zepar. All of us, together, can take him down. I know Dean and I can, anyway... " Demon paused when he noticed how tense Sam was. He leaned towards him. "I promise you, you'll be the one to take his life. If you want to."
"You're damn right I want to!" Sam snapped. He dreamed about it almost nightly now that Zepar no longer tortured him in his sleep.
"You're kidding, right?" Dean asked with a hint of worry in his voice.
"No, I'm not. I'm dead serious." Demon replied.
"We need to talk." Dean stood up.
"I don't think-"
"Now."
Demon sighed and followed Dean to the living room.
Dean turned to face him. "What in the fuck are you thinking?! Zepar could kill him, or worse! I don't even want him there at all! He should stay here, where it's safe!"
"That's not gonna happen, Dean. You know that. Sam needs this."
"What the hell does that mean? 'He needs this'?"
Demon sighed and averted his gaze. He licked his lips nervously. "You've never been abused, Dean. You don't know what it's like, knowing that the person that hurt you is out there, living, breathing, still able to hurt you. I do." He brought his now red eyes up to meet Deans. "I didn't have to kill Kent that night. I needed to. I needed to know he couldn't find us and hurt us again. Or hurt others, and I couldn't feel safe knowing he was alive. I know I left some of the minor beatings to you but..." Demon sighed anxiously before averting his eyes again. "I knew Kent more... intimately. I know what Sam feels, what he thinks, when it comes to this... " He paused to meet Deans eyes again. "Sam needs this, to feel safe again. This is more than revenge, this is about him getting himself back from that bastard."
"Sam's got us, he knows we'll protect him."
"It doesn't matter. Look how powerful we were back when I killed Kent, yet I still... " Demon sighed warily, hating to admit this fact. "I still feared him, even as I ripped his heart out. You need to put your shit aside and let him do this."
Dean placed a reassuring hand on Demons shoulder. "I know that shit was hard for you to admit. Thanks for telling me."
Demon nodded, feeling awkward.
"If anyone asks, this chick flick shit didn't happen." Dean said firmly.
"Damn right it didn't!" Demon snickered.
They returned to find Castiel gone.
"Where'd he go?" Dean asked.
"He'll be back in two days. Said he needed a break from a certain sex addict." Sam snapped.
Demon laughed.
"What the hell was that, anyway? Me and Dean not enough for you?"
"Relax, stud. I like watching the angel squirm but I'd never fuck him. To many daddy issues." Demon smirked as he came up behind Sam and placed his hands on the mans ass. "You jealous?"
"Maybe." Sam mumbled.
"Don't be. You're my stud, always will be." Demon whispered in his ear as he slid one hand to the front of Sam's pants to rub his dick.
Sam groaned softly.
"That's my boy." Demon growled as Sam hardened under his touch. He snickered when he saw Dean grab a beer and leave.
Dean figured they needed some alone time so Demon could make up to Sam. He needed to think of a game plan anyway.
Demon gently pushed Sam face first against the wall as he unzipped the mans jeans. "How far you wanna go, boy?" Demon rasped.
Sam was already panting from need. "All the way."
Demon ran a hand up Sam's back to his head, grabbing a fist full of his hair. He jerked Sam's head back so he could nip at his ear and neck. "You sure? I can't be as gentle as Dean."
Sam pressed his ass against Demons hard on, making it clear what he wanted.
Demon growled as his eyes filled with lust. He released Sam's hair to wrap around his throat, his thumb on Sam's pulse. Demon shoved Sam's pants down forcefully before unbuttoning his own. "Last chance to back out, stud."
"Please, Demon... " Sam moaned.
Demon spit in his hand before rubbing it on the head of his cock. He growled as he kissed the mans shoulder blade, giving it a bite before he shoved balls deep into his mate.
Sam gasped as pleasure and a bit of pain seared through him. He moaned loudly as Demon began stroking his dick roughly.
"Good boy." Demon praised as Sam relaxed. He began thrusting in and out of him, slowly at first.
Sam reached back to grab Demons hips without thinking.
Demon snarled as he grabbed Sam's hands and forced them to the wall. "Keep them there, or I stop." He snapped angrily.
Sam nodded, unable to form words.
Demon bit his neck hard as he roughly drove into him.
Sam moaned and threw his head back against Demons shoulder, his hands fisted against the wall.
Demon slowed as he ran gentle kisses over Sam's neck. He tightened his hold on the mans throat when he felt his pulse rise.
"Don't you come yet, stud. I ain't done with you." Demon whispered harshly in his ear.
He pulled out and grabbed a fist full of Sam's hair. He pulled him away from the wall to bend him over the kitchen table. Demon smirked when Sam groaned in frustration. He ran kisses up Sam's back to his shoulder before whispering, "Patience, bitch. Learn it."
"Fucking, bitch. Learn it." Sam snapped back.
Demon bit Sam's neck hard enough to leave marks. "Don't be so bitchy, stud. You were the one that got jealous, I'm just trying to show you how much I cherish you." Demon said somewhat mockingly.
"Screw that, fuck me!" Sam growled.
Demon chuckled. "If you insist." He replied before shoving into Sam.
Sam moaned as he pushed back against Demon.
Demon gave Sam's dick a rough stroke, making him come. Demon followed him after a few quick thrusts.
Sam went limp on the table, his legs barely keeping him standing.
Demon laughed. "You just pass right out don't ya?"
"Shut up." Sam muttered, already half asleep.
"Let's get you to bed." Demon hauled him up before walking Sam to his and Deans room. "Shit." he mumbled.
"What?" Sam asked.
"Dean needs to sleep with you, remember?"
"You can sleep with me." Sam offered.
"No. No way! Not after what happened. Plus, I do not cuddle!"
"Demon, please? I'm tired. C'mon, it'll be fine."
Demon sighed and groaned in frustration before pulling the handcuffs out of his pocket. "Fine. But I'm wearing these."
"If you're okay with that." Sam mumbled, his face now buried in the pillow.
Demon snapped them on quickly, trying unsuccessfully to hide his anxious red eyes from Sam. He laid down in Deans spot.
Sam wrapped his arms around Demon, snuggling up to him.
Demon stiffened warily.
Sam sighed sleepily. "Even cuffed you can kick my ass so chill. I won't do anything anyway, you know that."
"Yeah, I do. Old habits just... die hard I guess."
"You'll kill 'em faster if you face 'em." Sam mumbled almost incoherently, his eyes closed as he was nearly asleep.
Demon smirked. "Yeah, maybe." He replied thoughtfully. "Go to sleep already."
He snickered when he heard Sam let a soft snore loose a moment later.