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Demon threw the door open, his anger still at the surface. He paused when he saw the angel and Dean sitting at the kitchen table before slamming the door shut. An irritated look passed over the angels face at his presence, something that would've thoroughly amused Demon if his mood hadn't been so low.

Dean stared at Demon, immediately noticing the blood on his knuckles and his dark expression. He tensed and glared at the man. "Where's Sam?" he asked firmly.

"Coming." Demon growled lowly, not meeting Deans eyes. He had the sudden compulsion to keep his eyes low, a compulsion he hadn't had since he was very young. He gritted his teeth and fought the urge to punch a hole in the wall as he stared at his shoes.

Sam stumbled in, literally, nearly falling to his knees. Blood covered the front of his shirt, hands and most of his face.

Demon moved to the other end of the kitchen and leaned against the wall in the corner, his arms crossed. He quietly watched as Dean and the angel came to Sam's aide, something he would've normally done. Oddly enough, he had no desire to help his mate. At all.

"What the fuck, Demon?!" Dean yelled.

Demon ignored him, lost in his own head. He felt very detached and dissociated from his body, a sign that Sam's drunken little stunt had fucked with his head and put him in a bad place. Sam had triggered him... Again. Except this time there had been no stopping, no reassurance, and Demon had been powerless. Just like when he was little.

His head shot up when a blue light shined for a few seconds over Sam's face before it disappeared. The angel had healed him. Woopty-fucking-doo. Demons head drooped low again, his eyes resting on the floor as he retreated inside his head again.

Sam ran his hands over his face and through his hair, groaning as they came back filled with blood. "I thought you healed me?"

"I did. I'm a healer, not a cleaning crew." Castiel replied bluntly.

Sam snickered before he froze. He no longer felt drunk and now remembered what he'd done to Demon. Cas must've healed him of his drunken-nes. He slowly raised his eyes to lock on Demon, who was standing still as a statue, staring at the floor. His gaze flicked to Dean when he moved to confront Demon, Sam assumed for punching him. Sam grabbed Deans shoulder to stop him. "I'm fine Dean. Let it go, okay?"

Dean gave him an 'are you serious' look before sighing and shaking his head in exasperation. He sat at the table and took a long drink from his beer.

Sam went about cleaning the blood off, glancing at Demon every few seconds reflexively. He had never seen the guy so... withdrawn. He cleared his throat before asking, "So, Cas, what's up?"

"We weren't really able to discuss it before... " Cas glared daggers at Demon, who still hadn't moved. " ... But we need to figure out what we're going to do about Zepar."

"Demon and I can kill him, easy. Especially with Sam's demon blade. The problem is finding him. I know you wanna kill him Sammy but he's one tough son of a bitch. I really think you need to let me and Demon handle him."

"I got finding him covered." Sam said as he wiped the last of the blood off his face and hands.

"We're not using you as bait, Sam. Let it go!" Dean snapped.

"Yes, we are. I'm not totally sitting this out, no way! If I can't be the one to kill him I'm at least gonna get him here." Sam replied firmly.

Dean opened his mouth to say something before he paused and remembered what Demon had told him. He sighed wearily. "Fine." He groaned.

"So when do we do it?" Sam asked.

"Not anytime soon." Demon mumbled, his head still bowed.

"What?!" Sam asked in shock.

"You're not ready." He mumbled again, Sam could barely hear him.

"That's bullshit! I am ready! I can even say the word 'bitch' now, how much more ready can I be?" He demanded.

Demon finally raised his head to slowly reveal black eyes with red pupils.

Sam sucked in a breath, usually Demons entire eyeball turned red. He knew what that meant, but this? This he had no idea, had never seen before.

"So you're all set, huh? All ready for whatever Zepar might throw at ya?" Demon asked mockingly with a blank face, his blood red pupils locked on Sam.

"Yeah." Sam replied, a bit warily.

Demon snapped his fingers, pinning Sam to the wall. "Then you won't mind a little test."

Sam gasped as he hit the wall, his eyes went wide as he realized what Demon had done.

"Is this really necessary?" Castiel asked worriedly.

Dean said nothing as he finished off his beer. He hated when Demon did this but it was a necessary evil. Sam was a person that had to be shown his limits to believe they were actually there. Didn't make it any easier for him to watch, though. Dean narrowed his eyes when he saw Demons pupils. What the hell was that about? He glanced at Castiel, who gave him a look that said he had noticed Demons eyes too.

Demon pushed off the wall to slowly stalk towards Sam. "How you feeling now, Sammy?" He asked mockingly.

Sam gulped as he fought Demons hold before going limp. He remembered this feeling, what was done to him by Zepar as he was locked against a wall by demon mojo. He locked desperate eyes with Demon as the man stopped in front of him.

"Still think you're ready?" He sneered.

"N-No." Sam gasped softly as a lump formed in his throat.

Demon remained emotionless, expressionless. He resembled a demonic statue as he stood there staring into Sam's eyes with his dead black and red ones.

Sam cowered and whimpered when Demon slammed his hands on either side of his head. He leaned in to whisper in Sam's ear, never touching him, "This is just the front. Think if I turned you around, just think little boy."

Sam shivered and flinched away from Demon as he felt his breath in his ear. Part of him was waiting for it, the assault, the pain, but Demon never touched him. He didn't even accidentally brush up against him.

"Demon, enough!" Dean snapped loudly.

Demon slowly backed into the corner he had walked out of, his scary eyes never leaving Sam's. He leaned against the wall in the corner and snapped his fingers to release Sam before crossing his arms and dropping his gaze, returning to the same position he had left.

Sam would've fallen if Castiel hadn't grabbed him. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine." Sam replied as he shrugged Cas off. He stared at Demon, wanting to feel angry at him for pushing him like that, but he couldn't. He had done worse to the man not half an hour ago. At least Demon never touched him, Sam couldn't say the same.

Dean narrowed his eyes suspiciously as they darted between Sam and Demon. He knew something had happened between them. Demon wouldn't punch Sam for no reason, Sam wouldn't look so damn guilty for no reason, and Demon was definitely fired up big time about something. The guy was acting off. Actually, 'off' didn't even cover it. The dude was acting weird, psycho weird. Borderline serial killer weird, actually.

Castiel quickly approached Demon, deciding to give the demon a piece of his mind. "What the hell is wrong-"

"Back the fuck off!" Demon yelled, his voice fully demonic as he pushed against the wall in an effort to get away from the angel. His eyes were panicked as his feet actually left the ground, floating a couple inches above the floor. At his outburst, Sam, Dean and Cas were all thrown against the wall, unable to break free from Demons surge of demonic power.

Dean gasped and coughed as he hit the wall hard before he stared in shock at Demon. There was so much power in the mans hold that Dean couldn't move a muscle, he couldn't even twitch. Breathing was somewhat difficult. "Demon!" Dean snapped as panic began seeping into him. He couldn't look into the man's mind, Demon had blocked him out. He had no idea what the guy was thinking, if he was thinking at all.

Castiel grunted as he was slammed against the wall hard enough to leave a human sized dent in it. He could do nothing but stare at the crazed man. He tried to move, to find a weakness in the hold on him, but found none. He suddenly felt afraid as he realized the power of Demon. He had thought Dean was strong, but Dean had nothing on Demon. It made sense since supposedly Demon was the demonic side of the two, but his strength was beyond any demon Cas had ever felt.

A bolt of fear shot through Sam as he was shoved into the wall again. He locked eyes with Demon, shocked to find just how much fear was there. He had never seen Demon this scared. Sam winced when Dean yelled at him, that definitely wouldn't help. A wave of guilt crashed over Sam as he realized this was probably his fault. He had definitely triggered Demon in the woods, this must be the aftermath. The eye of the tornado. "Dean, don't yell."

"'Don't yell'? Are you serious?!" Dean growled back.

"Yes! You'll just freak him out more! Relax and stay quiet."

Dean did as Sam suggested, seeing no other alternative.

"Demon, you need to let us go." Sam said calmly.

Demon forced his emotionless mask back into place. His number one rule was to never show fear in the presence of enemies, under any circumstances. His face returned to being stone cold again as he slowly walked towards Sam, his feet still not touching the ground. He was literally walking on air. He stopped when he was a few feet away, his red pupils staring holes into Sam's. "Why should I do that? So the angel can hit me? Kill me? Fuck no. Fuck you, Sam... " Demon stepped closer, leaning as close into Sam's personal space as he could without touching him, his eyes slowly filling with rage. " ... Fuck... You." He snarled menacingly.