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Demon gasped when a lightening bolt of terror shot through him. He squeezed his eyes shut and wrapped his hands around his head protectively as the dissociation left his mind to be replaced by fear. He began shivering uncontrollably as long buried memories ran through his mind.
Dean, Sam and Castiel all fell off the wall, landing on their feet. They all stood still for a moment as they watched Demon.
"I need access to his forehead in order to put him to sleep." Castiel told Dean.
Dean slowly approached Demon. The smell of fear rolling off the man was so intense it was making Dean nervous. "Demon? You gotta pick up your head so Cas can put you to sleep."
Demon glanced up briefly, his entire eyes a panicked red, before bolting backwards, sending his chair falling to the floor. "N-No! Get the fuck away from me!" He yelled.
"Easy, dude. It's me. You know me." Dean said quietly, trying to calm the man.
Demon grabbed a massive butcher knife from the knife holder on the kitchen counter before he backed himself in a corner. "Exactly. I know you. That's the fucking problem! I don't care what deal Kent made with you this time but I ain't doing shit!"
"He's hallucinating." Castiel remarked.
"Shit." Dean muttered under his breath.
Sam stepped forward. "Demon, you're hallucinating. Just relax, okay? None of this is real, it'll all be over soon."
Demon pointed the knife in Sam's direction. "I ain't falling for that one again, Kent. Go fuck yourself!" He snarled.
Dean stepped in front of Sam protectively. "Demon, listen to me. It's Dean. Kent isn't here, you're hallucinating. Put the knife down." The knife might not be able to kill Dean but if Demon got him in a vital organ it would hurt like hell.
"Fuck you asshole, mind games don't work on me anymore. You come any closer and I'll fillet your fugly face!"
Dean sighed wearily. "Alright, I tried being subtle, tried being nice." He muttered before jolting forward and grabbing Demons wrists.
Demon snarled as he fought with the man, trying his best to stab him.
Dean pinned Demons wrists to the wall as he stared the man in his red eyes. "Demon, listen to me. I'm not Kent's friend or whatever, I'm Dean. You remember, right? It's Dean."
Demon spit in his face.
Dean growled angrily before yanking the knife out of Demons hand. He held the blade up to Demons throat before wiping the spit off his face. "If I was one of Kent's friends, would I do this?" He asked before throwing the knife on the counter, leaving Demon unharmed.
Demon gave him a look filled with shock and confusion. This friend of Kent's loved to cut him, hurt him. What the fuck? Demon groaned as he ran an anxious hand through his hair. "Stop playing mind games with me and just... do it."
Dean ignored the hurt he felt for the man, that wouldn't help him right now. He grabbed Demons face, forcing the man to look him in the eye. "You're hallucinating. I'm not Kent's friend, I'm not gonna hurt you. Okay? I'm Dean, remember?"
It was difficult for Dean to keep a neutral face as he saw confusion and fear run over Demons face as the man flinched at being touched. He couldn't help the guilt that hit him straight in the gut, Demon had taken all this abuse so Dean didn't have to and now the poor guy was paying for it. He felt his eyes moisten when he finally saw recognition in the mans eyes. "It's me, Demon. It's Dean." He said softly.
"D... Dean?" Demon asked warily.
Dean nodded. "Yes! You need to relax so Cas can put you to sleep, okay?"
"Dean." Demon mumbled in relief before throwing himself in the mans arms, clinging to him like a terrified child.
"Shhh... It's okay baby boy. It's okay." Dean whispered in the mans ear. He quickly wiped a loose tear on Demons shirt before he motioned with one hand for Cas to do his thing.
Demon tensed when Cas came closer. "No! He's-"
"Trust me, baby. Trust me. Close your eyes." Dean said softly.
Demon trembled fearfully as he closed his eyes. He desperately clung to Deans shirt, stretching the fabric.
Cas quickly touched two fingers to Demons forehead. Just like that, the man was fast asleep.
"Sam, help me." Dean snapped as he struggled to keep Demon from falling to the floor.
Sam quickly grabbed his other arm as he wiped tears from his face. They carefully got Demon to their room and laid him on the bed.
"You need to stay in contact with him for the full five days, Sam." Castiel reminded him as he stared at Demon. Even he was feeling quite sorry for the annoying man.
"Could Dean do it too, since they share blood?" Sam asked, thinking of bathroom breaks and meals.
"Possibly. To be sure, Dean, I'd do the blood exchange with him. It can be done even though he's asleep. Just be sure he swallows at least a few drops of blood."
"What do we do if he wakes up and freaks out again?" Dean asked.
Castiel shook his head. "He shouldn't, not before the five days are up. I gave him a pretty powerful hit."
"But if he does?" Sam asked.
"Call me, I'll come immediately."
Sam laid on the bed when Demon started groaning in pain. He snaked his arm under the mans head. "Alright, put me under." He said as he wrapped his other arm around Demons stomach.
Castiel touched his fingers to Sam's head, being sure to give the man a much lower dose than he had given Demon. Demon could handle a high dose, but Sam was human.
Sam fell asleep immediately.
"What do we do if we want to switch and can't get to sleep?" Dean asked.
"I've heard that humans have made medication to force them to sleep. Get yourself some of that, it should work. Though you may need a whole bottle since it's made for humans."
Dean nodded. "I'll look around. Thanks, Cas."
The angel nodded before disappearing.
Dean sighed warily before sitting on the edge of the bed. He rested his head in his hands before sighing again. He couldn't shake the intense feeling of guilt, even though it was completely irrational for him to feel guilty. He hadn't done these horrible, scarring things to Demon. Yet he felt like it was his fault. He froze when he realized he had survivors guilt. "Damn it." He muttered, annoyed with himself.
Dean felt a breeze and jumped up in surprise to find the angel standing at the foot of the bed.
"I figured you wouldn't want to leave them." Cas said before dumping an armful of pill bottles on the bed.
Dean stared at the medicine in surprise. He picked one up. It was labeled Ambien. He picked up another one, labeled Rozerem. He picked up a third, labeled Thorazine. The angel had gotten at least ten of bottles each of these three drugs. These were serious sleeping pills, ones that required a prescription from a doctor, and there were enough sleeping pills here to kill a herd of giants. His eyebrows shot up in shock. "Cas... where did you get these?!"
"A place called a 'pharmacy'."
"Did you get these from the front or back?"
"They were behind a counter in a locked case. I don't get why humans lock up their medicine. Shouldn't it be offered to all who need it?" The angel said in confusion mixed with a hint of disgust.
Dean shook his head. "Cas... " Dean sighed before he decided against trying to explain why stealing prescription drugs was wrong. "Thanks.
"No problem. Good luck." He said before disappearing.
Dean chuckled. At least the angel had gotten them good ones.