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Sam was woken up by groaning sounds of pain and fear. He rolled over quickly to see Demon rolling his head back and forth on the pillow, his eyelids pinched shut tightly.

"Noo. No touch-" He groaned again, his hands tightening into fists.

Sam sat up. "Demon, wake up!" He shouted. When that didn't work he grabbed the mans shoulders and shook him hard. "Wake up!"

Demons eyes shot open, glowing red with fear. He cowered away from Sam, who was leaning over him, his cuffed hands covering his face protectively.

"No, no, no, no, no." Demon repeated over and over.

Sam backed off, giving the man some space. "It's me, Sam. He's not here, Demon. You're safe, I swear!"

Demon ignored him, still repeating the word 'no' over and over.

Sam grabbed Demons wrists, forcing the man to look at him. "Look at me! Kent isn't here, you're safe."

"S... Sam?" Demon asked warily.

"Yeah. You're okay."

Demon let loose a relieved sigh before his red eyes hardened. "Sorry. That shouldn't have happened." He said, his voice rough as he pulled his wrists out of Sam's hands and got out of bed.

Sam stared at him in surprise. "Don't apologize, you can't control it."

Demon said nothing as he took the handcuff key out of his pocket and uncuffed himself. He stored them and the key in his pocket.

Sam got out of bed. "It's okay, you know. I had nightmares too. It's perfectly natural-"

Demon whipped around, his eyes still glowing red. "Shut up! That didn't happen, understand? No one hears about that." He snapped.

Sam tensed. "I wasn't gonna tell anyone. Who is there to tell, anyway? Dean? He won't-"

Demon lunged at Sam, grabbing his shirt and yanking him closer so they were face to face. His red eyes glowing with rage and a hint of fear. "Don't tell anyone. Not Dean. Not the angel. No one." He growled menacingly.

Sam gulped. "Got it." He whispered nervously, his anxious eyes searching Demons.

Demon sighed as the scent of Sam's fear invaded his nostrils. He loosened his grip on Sam's shirt as his eyes slowly turned back to black, the anger leaving his face to be replaced with shame. He tried to think of something to say, to explain what had just happened, but decided against it. The less Sam knew about his fucked up head the better. He laid a gentle kiss on his mate's lips before letting him go. "Go find Dean."

Sam quickly left. That was the first time in a while he'd felt afraid of Demon. He had no idea why the guy was so afraid that Dean might find out he had a nightmare. Cas he understood, but Dean? They were in each other's head all the time! Why would Demon care so damn much?

Dean was sitting on the sofa watching TV, a beer in his hand. He glanced quickly in Sam's direction. "Hey."

"Hey." Sam breathed, still feeling a bit shaken.

Dean suddenly lost focus in the show he was watching as he looked Sam over. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." Sam quickly replied before briskly walking to the kitchen. He grabbed a beer and took a big swig from it.

"Nothing's wrong, huh?"

Sam jumped, unaware that Dean had followed him. "That's what I said." He snapped back.

"So you always drink beer like that?"

Sam didn't answer.

"Alright, I'm not usually down with this sharing and caring shit but something is obviously bothering you so sit and spill." Dean said as he sat at the kitchen table.

"It's none of your damn business Dean! Let it go!"

Deans head snapped back. "Wow. Whatever it is really pissed you off, huh?"

Sam sighed in irritation before running a hand through his hair. He tensed when Demon entered the room, immediately quieting and lowering his eyes instinctually.

Dean narrowed his eyes at the sudden change in Sam. "Hey Demon. You know what's bothering Sam?"

Demon shook his head as he searched the fridge for food. "No. Why? What's up?"

"Why don't you tell me?" Dean said, his voice hardening.

Demon straightened and shut the fridge before leaning on it. "What's that supposed to mean?" He growled back.

"I dunno, you two sleep together, I hear yelling, then Sam comes out of the bedroom all upset. Now he's acting afraid of you. Care to explain?"

Demon snickered. "Are you high? Sam's not afraid of me."

Deans eyes shot to Sam before returning to Demon. "You sure about that?"

Demon finally looked at Sam, really looked at him. Sam was trying to hide it, but Dean was right. He wouldn't look Demon in the eye and was leaning away from him. His entire posture and body language was nothing but submission from fear. "Sam?"

Sam forced himself to relax as he raised his eyes and tried to appear casual. "He's wrong, Demon. I'm fine, just tired is all."

'What the hell did you do?!' Dean yelled at Demon through their link.

"Fuck off, Dean!" Demon verbally yelled.

Sam jumped before realizing Dean must've said something through their link.

"You did something... " Dean growled as he stood.

"He didn't, Dean. Really. I just had a bad dream is all." Sam lied.

Dean tensed. "A Zepar dream?! How?! Demon slept with you!"

"No! No, like a normal bad dream."

"Oh." Dean sighed in relief. "You okay?"

"Yeah, I'll get over it." Sam shrugged.

Demon stared at Sam, unable to pull his shocked eyes away. Sam was scared of him, yet he was lying for him.

"I'm taking a walk." Sam said suddenly before quickly leaving the house, open beer in one hand and two closed ones in the other.

Dean sighed. "One of us should go with him."

"I'll go." Demon replied before following Sam.

Dean returned to his TV. He shook his head slowly and snickered, there was always something.

Sam was ten minutes into the woods and halfway through his third beer before he finally realized someone was following him. He pulled out his demon knife and spun around. "Who's there?!"

Demon slowly stepped out from behind a huge oak tree. "A few beers on an empty stomach and you lose all your instincts."

Sam tensed and quickly stashed the blade. He said nothing as he took another sip of his beer.

Demon stared at him, being sure to keep some distance between them. A scared and buzzed Sam was gonna turn out one of two ways, he'd either be nervous and flightier than a young deer or pissed and aggressive as a bear fresh outta hibernation. Either way, he wanted to keep his distance.

"What d'you want? I didn't tell him shit." Sam slurred slightly.

Demon didn't know what to say. Sam had seen him at a very weak time, he hated that Sam had seen him like that. He had been weak before around others and had paid dearly for it, he would never be weak again. Sam or not. He had blown up, lost his shit. That had been wrong, he had never meant to take it out on Sam but he had panicked. Part of him, the dark part, was glad that Sam feared him. The man had seen him vulnerable way to many times, that wasn't good. Not in Demons mind, it was bad. Dangerous. The rest of him hated to see his mate so scared of him. He was supposed to protect Sam, not scare him.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have freaked out on you this morning."

"Whatever." Sam scoffed.

Demon narrowed his eyes. He knew Sam was drunk but usually a drunk Sam was a brutally honest Sam. "Why do you say that?"

"Because you're not sorry. If I wasn't such a fucking pansy you would've never apologized. Don't lie, I know it's true!"

Demon kept quiet, Sam was right. If he hadn't of become afraid, Demon would've never apologized.

Sam slowly walked closer. "Why did you freak out so bad?"

Demon rolled his eyes. "Do we have to do this?"

Sam was now face to face with Demon. He wrapped his arms around the man and planted a kiss on his lips.

Demon growled softly as the taste of beer filled his mouth.

Sam quickly grabbed the handcuffs and key before he locked the cuffs on Demons wrists. He quickly pocketed the key and stepped back, smirking, his pupils dilated from the alcohol.

Demons eyes shot red. "What the fuck is this?!" He snarled.

"Revenge." Sam replied before shoving Demon to the ground.

Demon glared up at him. "What the fuck does that mean?!"

Sam straddled him, causing Demon to tense nervously. "You think I don't notice that every time you have an incident you freak out after? Well I'm pretty fucking tired of it! You force me to show and deal with my weaknesses, so now I'm doing the same to you."

"Sam, don't! Don't do this okay? I'm sorry, I won't lose it on you again, I swear!"

Sam leaned over to kiss Demons neck, his breath smelling of alcohol. He loved feeling like this, no fear. No nothing. Everything was numb, numb was so good.

"Sam, stop."

Sam pulled Demons shirt up to kiss his stomach. "God you're so fucking hot." Sam mumbled.

"Sam, listen to me! I'm not kidding, stop it!" Demon snapped, his voice a bit panicked.

Sam didn't even hear him, he was too focused on his task at hand.

Demon shoved at Sam's shoulders. "Knock it off!"

Sam growled and shoved him back. "What's your problem?!" He snapped.

"I don't wanna do this, damn it!"

"Why not? We've kissed and shit before!"

Demon glanced away, he really didn't wanna talk about this.

Sam rubbed his hands over Demons abs. He frowned when Demon flinched and sucked in a nervous breath. "What's wrong?"

"Just get off me." Demon snapped.

Sam shook his head. "Not until you tell me what's wrong."

Demons red eyes darted to Sam's anxiously. "Get the fuck off me, Sam! NOW!" he yelled.

Sam shook his head again. He bit his lip as he stared at Demons abs. He ran a finger over Demons belt.

Demons red eyes widened. "Don't! Sam, come on!"

"Tell me." Sam said in a sing song voice.

"No! Get off me!"

"Are you really gonna make me make you tell me?" Sam paused. "That was kinda confusing."

"It's none of your damn business!"

"Actually, it is. You know everything about me. Everything. Yet I don't know jack shit about you. Not enough, anyway. And we're supposed to be mates, dude! I should know this shit about you! Tell meee."

"No! Now get the fuck off me!"

Sam played with Demons shirt before he took out his hunting knife.

Demon stilled, his eyes wide. "What're you doing?" He asked softly.

"Relax." Sam slurred slightly before slicing Demons shirt off. "There, much better." He said as he sheathed the knife.

"Sam, don't make me beg you. Get off!"

Sam ran his hands over Demons chest before he leaned down to run kisses over it. "Not until you tell me." Sam sang.

"Why are you doing this?" Demon asked, his anxiety rising as Sam's kisses went lower and lower.

"Because I'm tired of you keeping secrets! It isn't fair, and after that shit in the bedroom you owe me. Plus I lied to Dean for you so you owe me twice. It's one simple question, Demon. Why are you scared right now?"

"Fuck you, Sam!" Demon roared.

"Okay." Sam shrugged before he went about slowly untying Demons belt and pants.

"SAM STOP! PLEASE!" Demon begged frantically. "I'LL TELL YOU! JUST STOP!"

Sam stopped, Demons belt wasn't even undone. He stared at Demon expectantly.

Demon averted his red eyes and mumbled something.

"Can't hear you." Sam said.

Demon sighed shakily before replying, "It's b-because you're on top. And I'm weak form the c-cuffs."

"That wasn't so hard, was it?" Sam said as he unsteadily stood up.

Demon unconsciously cowered as Sam stood over him. He flinched when Sam tossed him the key before he quickly uncuffed himself.

Sam was stumbling back to the house when suddenly he was spun around and punched hard in the face.

He shook his head before staring up at Demon. "What the fuck." He mumbled as blood gushed from his nose.

Demons fists were clenched, his eyes glowing red with anger and betrayal as he forced himself to stop at the one punch. He felt like laying into Sam, beating the fuck out of him until he passed out, only to heal him with his blood and do it all over again. He forced himself to back away as he shut his eyes and attempted to dissociate himself from his emotions. A minute later he opened his now dull black eyes to stare down at Sam, who was still lying on the ground. "When you sober up, you're probably gonna wanna talk to me. Don't." He snapped before walking towards the house.