Sorry it's a bit late. Next chapter will be posted on Monday.

*WARNING: Implied rape and a little bit of Wincest.

Enjoy!

Dean was anxiously pacing at the foot of the bed. Sam was tossing and turning, a sure sign he would wake very soon. Dean had already done the blood ritual with Demon and had a handful of pills in his right hand. Sam had been asleep for eighteen hours, a long time for a human. He stared down at the pills in his hand. He seriously hoped they would work on him, and fast.

Sam suddenly gasped and shot up to a sitting position. "Shit! Get in there, Dean, now! It's not fucking good!"

Dean downed the handful of pills before quickly laying on the bed and grabbing Demons wrist.

Demon was groaning and throwing his head back and forth while panting anxiously.

Dean groaned in frustration. "Sam, the pills aren't working fast enough. You gotta hit me. Knock me out."

Sam hesitated for a moment before punching Dean in the face. Thankfully it did the job, Dean was out cold.

Sam sighed in relief when Demon stopped groaning. He felt so helpless out here. At least he did, before he realized how badly he needed food and the bathroom.

Dean found himself in a very familiar room... If he remembered correctly this had been his disgusting room when he had lived with his 'parents'. His head snapped in the direction of a pain filled groan and the smell of blood. His eyes landed on a man leaning over another man. Deans eyes shot black as he processed what he was seeing. He used his demonic power to fling Kent across the room to hit head first into the wall, knocking him out instantly. He snarled as he pulled out a knife and stabbed it in Kent's back, snarling louder when the knife went right through him to land in the wall. He heard another low painful groan and froze to stare at Demon for a moment before he kneeled in front of the man. "You okay?"

Demon looked up, finally noticing Dean. "No... No! No, no, no, no, no, no, no! Not you! Not you, damn it! It's bad enough Sam was here, not you!"

Dean scoffed. "Nice to see you too, sweetheart."

"Get out! Get the fuck out, right now!" Demon growled as he sat with his back against the wall, still in to much pain to stand up.

"No way in hell. Sam needs a break and we're not abandoning you." Dean replied firmly.

"Not you. Not you!" Demon groaned as he shakily stood up. He quickly yanked his pants up and tied them.

"Don't fucking touch me!" Demon snarled when Dean reached out to steady him.

Dean raised his hands in mock surrender.

"I don't want you here." Demon grumbled.

"Yeah, I got that part and I don't give a shit. I'm here, accept it."

"No, Dean! I took all this shit so you wouldn't have to! You being here is... just... no! Just no, okay!? It's like I did it for nothing!"

Dean rolled his eyes. "Are you serious? I'm staying, Demon. Deal with it. Quit acting like such a-" Dean paused, realizing his poor choice of words.

Demon bared his teeth aggressively as he stepped forward in Deans face. "Like a what? Finish it, Dean. I dare you." He snarled menacingly through his teeth.

Dean raised his hands in surrender again before backing away slowly. "Take it easy, Demon. I didn't mean-"

"To call me a chick after I just got ass raped? Yeah, thanks. Great conversation, let's move the fuck on if you don't mind." Demon snapped angrily, his black eyes glaring into Deans green ones. "And don't fucking call me 'sweetheart', asshole."

"Fine, blondie it is." Dean smirked.

"God, you're so original."

Demon jumped and Dean tensed when the scene changed.

"Shit." Demon mumbled when he realized what memory this was.

"The living room." Dean said.

Demon nodded warily. "Yup."

Dean stepped in front of Demon when Kent and a couple of his buddies entered the room. All three of them froze. "Who the fuck are you?" Kent snapped.

"They can see you?!" Demon mumbled in surprise.

"Apparently." Dean replied before flinging all three of them into the wall. He punched Kent several times in the face before the man finally passed out. He dropped him on the floor before staring at Demon. "What memory is this?"

Demon quietly glared daggers back at him.

Dean sighed in irritation. "Forget it." He muttered.

Demon dropped his glare to the floor before answering, "This was the first time Kent sold us to his drug dealers in exchange for heroin and meth."

Dean just stared at Demon in shock. "How old were we... you?"

"Ten." Demon mumbled.

Dean froze before his eyes shot black. He punched several holes in the wall before he stopped.

Demon quietly watched him, not wanting to risk getting hit. He leaned away warily when a black eyed Dean faced him.

Dean glared at him. "Are you... afraid of me?!" He asked in astonishment.

Demon swallowed nervously. "Don't get offended. I'm wary of anything with a dick right now."

Deans eyes flashed back to green before he slowly approached Demon. "Don't be afraid of me. Not me. Okay?"

Demon couldn't help taking a step away. "I make no fucking promises." He mumbled anxiously.

Dean stopped and held out his hand. "You weren't afraid of me in the house, once you knew it was me."

"That was before I... I got... That was before, okay?" Demon replied, feeling ashamed and weak.

Deans eyes flashed black from the sudden rush of anger at the reminder of what had happened to Demon before Dean could stop it.

Demon flinched. "I couldn't stop it. I'm sorry. I'm powerless here, just like I was when the memories happened. I'm sorry."

Dean shook his head. "I'm not mad at you. I'm mad at him." He glanced at Kent, wishing with all his heart he could kill the fucker.

"You did the best you could, Demon. None of this is your fault, none of it."

Demon leaned against the wall, his arms crossed protectively in front of him. "Yeah. Right."

"I'm serious." Dean snapped, irritated that Demon didn't believe him.

"Whatever." Demon muttered, staring at the ground.

Dean narrowed his eyes angrily. "No, not whatever." He walked over to stand in front of Demon, caging him in with his arms. "This isn't your fault. Not a bit. You here me? This was Kent's and Crowley's fault, not yours!"

Demon panted slightly as he nodded quickly, not making eye contact with Dean. "Yes."

Dean sighed and dropped his arms. "I wish you weren't afraid of me."

"Me too." He mumbled.

Dean look him up and down before he smirked slightly. "I think I might know how to get you over this."

"How?" Demon asked curiously.

Deans green eyes never left Demons black ones as he slowly took Demons hand, making sure not to spook the man, and placed it on his chest. "Touch me, any way you want. I promise I won't get mad or touch you back. You're in complete control, just this once."