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As Demon finished off the bottle of tequila he went in search of more alcohol. He quickly found a bottle of whiskey and took a very long drink of it. The alcohol caused his concentration to fade and Sam and Dean fell from the wall to the floor, free from his hold.

Just as Dean was about to approach Demon, Sam whizzed by him and shoved Demon hard, sending him sprawling on the floor.

"Fuck you, Demon! Why the fuck are you doing this to us again?! You promised me I would be the one to kill Zepar, remember that? I do! He's mine to kill, not yours!" Sam shouted furiously, his eyes shining with anger.

Demon laid on the floor laughing up at Sam. "You can't kill him. Sure, you have your special little blade, but he's damn strong and smart. Fighting him is gonna be hard as shit, you have no idea boy. No fuckin idea." Demon slurred as he stared up at the ceiling.

Sam was gonna say something else but Dean laid a hand on his shoulder, stopping him. Sam glanced back at Dean and paused at the quizzical look on his face.

"How d'you know this? I don't know that much about Zepar, yet you seem to know so much about him."

Demon started laughing hysterically before he sat up and took another long swig off the whiskey bottle. Sam rolled his eyes.

Demon awkwardly stood, using the kitchen table for support. "You're gonna love this, Dean-O." He chuckled.

"Fucking hell, here we go again." Dean mumbled. "What did you do without my knowing?"

"When you didn't know of my existence, I would get... restless. Lonely. So I'd take the body for a drive while you were sleeping. You slept for so fucking long anyway."

"Cut to the chase." Sam snapped, not liking where this was going.

Demon snickered. "Alrighty then. I fucked Zepar."

Sam and Dean froze in shock.

"What?!" Dean growled angrily. "You... with my body?! What the fuck Demon?!"

Demon shrugged. "He was in a hot body at the time, I was lonely. Sue me."

"How about hit you." Sam snarled before punching Demon in the nose. A sickening crunching sound echoed through the kitchen as Demons nose broke and blood poured out. "How could you not tell me this?!"

"Because I knew you'd react like this! As though I had betrayed you even though it happened years ago before I even knew of your existence!" Demon drunkenly staggered to Sam and grabbed his shoulders, forcing the man to look at him. "I'm willing to kill him for you. I'll even torture him if you want. Just don't stay pissed at me for this."

Sam shrugged him off, pinching his nose as he backed away. "You fucking stink."

"Yeah but it's a good stink." Demon chuckled.

"Who else did you fuck with my body?!" Dean growled angrily.

Demon laughed hysterically, his glassy eyes filled with humor and secrets. "You don't wanna know, Deanie boy. Trust me."

Dean snickered angrily. "Fuck my life." He mumbled.

"Pretty much." Demon laughed.

"I'm not letting Cas kill you. And you're not pinning us on the wall again." Sam said as he quickly put the handcuffs on Demon.

"Oh come on! I wasn't ready!" Demon practically whined. "That was low, Sam. So low." He growled.

Sam snickered. "You'll get over it."

"Will I?" Demon laughed drunkenly as he took another long drink of whiskey.

"Enough of this shit." Sam said as he yanked the bottle from Demons hands.

"Oh no, I draw the fuckin line here. I want my whiskey!" Demon snarled.

"No more. You've had enough alcohol to kill an elephant."

"Gimme it you fuckin buzz kill!" Demon snapped as he fell on Sam trying to get the bottle back.

"Dean, a little help here!" Sam snapped at the laughing man.

"I think you got it, Sammy." Dean chuckled, trying to hold back his laughter.

"Demon, enough!" Sam shoved him away, causing the man to fall.

"This is spousal abuse, you bitch!" Demon snapped before laughing hysterically for no apparent reason.

Sam poured out what little was left of the whiskey, causing Dean to groan painfully.

Sam glared at him. "Really, Dean? Really?"

Dean shrugged. He smirked as he watched Demon laughing hysterically on the floor. "He's like you when he's drunk. It's cute."

Demon stopped laughing, his eyes and voice angry. "Don't fuckin call me cute! Kittens are cute, I'm not fucking cute! I'm a killer, killers aren't cute!"

"You're cute." Dean said again to see what the man would do.

"I'm gonna kill you!" Demon snarled as he grabbed a chair to help him stand up. He leaned on the edge of it, causing it to flip over and started laughing again.

Dean couldn't help but laugh. "Alright killer. Let's get you to a bed." He said as he leaned over to help the man stand. Sam went to Demons other side to steady him, each of them holding a handcuffed arm.

"Why? We gonna fuck again?" Demon growled lustily, leaning towards Dean to try and nip his neck.

"No!" Dean snapped as he pushed him off. "You're gonna sleep while Sam and I figure out how to save your ass. Again."

"Sleeping is boring." Demon pouted.

"To bad. You gotta sleep." Dean snapped as Sam stared at him suspiciously.

They laid Demon on the bed, where he almost immediately passed out and started snoring loudly.

Sam was still staring at Dean, who was becoming uncomfortable.

"What?" Dean asked.

"What did he mean, 'again?'" Sam asked curiously.

"It's nothing, Sam. Forget it."

"No. What's he talking about?"

Dean sighed wearily. "Fine. When I was in the dream with him things got... hot. We had sex."

Sam's eyes widened in shock. "When the hell did you have time to do that in there?!"

Dean shrugged. "He practically begged me. After what happened... I couldn't say no."

Sam narrowed his eyes. "What happened?"

"That's for him to tell you. I shouldn't have even told you about the dream to begin with."

"Why not? I'm okay with it."

"Because I don't know if he wanted you to know. He's weird like that. Plus it wasn't actual sex, it was a dream." Dean shrugged.

Sam sighed uneasily as he sat on the couch. "What're we gonna do about Cas?"

"Talk to him. Try to reason with him."

"What if that doesn't work?"

"Then we'll deal with it then."

"How?" Sam asked curiously.

"Yes, how?"

Sam jumped up from the couch in surprise as Dean spun around to come face-to-face with a royally pissed off angel.