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Demon and Dean both opened their eyes and sat up. Demons eyes shot red and he flinched before remembering he was hallucinating, that wasn't Kent standing there. It was probably Sam. He glanced warily at Kent/Sam. "Sam?" He asked warily.
"Yeah, Demon. It's me." He answered anxiously before glancing at Dean. "Should I call Cas?"
"No!" Demon yelled, feeling panicked at the thought of being stuck in a dream again.
Sam jumped when Demon yelled. "Okay, calm down. I won't call him." He stared at the anxious man, feeling worried for him. "Are you... okay? Hallucinating at all?"
Demon nodded, his red eyes staring at the ground to avoid looking at Sam/Kent. "I'm hallucinating but I'm fine. I know it's not real."
Dean sighed. "So... what do we do now?"
Demon stood up from the bed. "What we were doing before... this happened. Kill Zepar."
"You wanna just ignore the fact that you're hallucinating? How can you fight if you're hallucinating?" Sam asked.
"Easily. Your voices still sound the same, my hallucinations are physical, not auditory."
"Can you say that in English?" Dean asked.
"He means we look like different people but we still sound like us." Sam replied.
"Ah. Right."
Sam snickered before becoming serious again. "If you wanna go after Zepar we need to call Cas."
"Fine. Call him." Demon replied as he entered the kitchen and got himself a beer.
"He's gonna see your red eyes. He's gonna know somethings up. And it's only been two days since he knocked you out."
"Then let him know Sam! Call him already." Demon growled sharply.
"Fine." Sam snipped back. "Cas, need you here."
Suddenly the angel appeared. His eyes widened in surprise when he saw Demon awake. "How is he... I hit him with enough to kill a herd of elephants! How is he awake?!"
"Apparently you underestimated me." Demon said before finishing his beer. He bolted up when Cas moved towards him. "No way in hell, angel. You're not putting me out. That's not why Sam called you."
Cas glanced at Sam and Dean. "This true?"
"Yeah. His dreams were... bad. It's better if he stays awake." Dean replied.
"So why am I here?"
"Because..." Demon said as he pulled out a bottle of tequila. "We're going after Zepar. Tonight."
"Whoa, what?! Are you nuts?!" Dean said sharply.
"Yes, actually. Regardless, we're still going after Zepar." Demon said before he started chugging the bottle of tequila.
"Demon, stop!" Sam said worriedly when Demon emptied the bottle half way.
Demon lowered the bottle. "What?" He growled.
Sam hesitated before saying, "I thought you said I wasn't ready to face Zepar."
"Well... see, that was before I came up with a new plan." Demon replied before gulping down the rest of the bottle.
Sam winced as he watched the man down the alcohol. "What's the plan?"
Demon slammed the bottle on the kitchen table before his glazed red eyes met Sam's. "This." He said before snapping his fingers, pinning Sam and Dean to the wall.
Cas tensed, his angel blade in hand, ready to fight.
"Easy, angel. I need your help."
"What the fuck Demon!?" Dean snarled.
Sam gasped as his back slammed into the wall, the wind knocked out of him slightly.
"Quiet, both of you." Demon said, silencing them with his power.
"What are you up to?" Castiel snarled.
"Separate me from Dean."
Cas froze. "What?"
"Separate me from Dean, so we're individual people. As in, when I get hurt it will only hurt me." He paused to glance at Dean quickly. "If I die, he'll live on. Get what I mean?"
"Why do you want that?" Castiel questioned.
"I think you know why, angel."
"I'm not sure if it's possible."
"It's possible. Go ask around and come back when you know what you need to know. Don't come back until then."
Cas stared at Sam and Dean. "I take it they don't agree with this decision?"
"I don't care. Neither should you."
"Why should I do this for you if they don't want me to?"
"Because I almost raped Sam. If Dean hadn't stopped me... "
"What?!" Castiel snarled.
Demon snapped his fingers just as Castiel lunged for him, freezing the man in place. "If you hurt me now, you'll hurt Dean too. Once we're separated I'm all yours."
Castiel glared vicious daggers at the man for a long moment before nodding slowly. "I'll find the information and get back to you as soon as possible."
Demon released him.
Castiel immediately dissapeared.
Demon sat at the kitchen table. He sighed wearily as he ran a hand through his hair. "I know you boys are pissed at me, but it's better this way."
"For who you asshole?!" Dean snarled.
"For me. You. Sam. All of us." Demon replied as he went to the fridge and pulled out a bottle of whiskey.
"This what you're gonna do now? Get drunk and keep us pinned to the fucking wall until Cas comes back?" Dean snapped.
"Yup." Demon replied before taking a long drink from the bottle.
"Are you doing this because of the-"
"SHUT UP!" Demon snarled, his voice demonic. "Sam doesn't need to know that shit. And no, that's not why I'm doing it. Not entirely."
"Why, then?" Sam asked quietly.
Demon glanced quickly at Sam before answering. "This way, we all get what we want. You're free of Zepar, Dean will get you all to himself again and I'll be free of this fuckin shitty life. It's a win-win-win."
"Except you'll be dead." Dean growled angrily.
"I consider that a win." Demon replied before taking another drink.
"I don't!" Dean replied.
"Me either." Sam added.
"To damn bad." Demon snapped gruffly.