Who am I?
Disclaimer: I don't own the show Supernatural or the characters I just like to play with Sam and Dean and then send them home again.
CHAPTER 11
Two days later and Sam still lay still only this time he was in the protective custody of Bobby while Dean searched for that fear demon. At least this way Dean had a modicum of relief flooding through him.
As he trudged into the bar, exhaustion dripping from every pore, mingling with the sweat of work and air of despondency. He ordered a beer and found a table hidden in a dark corner, not wanting to interact with anyone, he just wanted to have a quiet drink, get quietly wasted and go back to his motel room, to fall into the stupor of alcohol mixed with sheer exhaustion.
'Want another?' a gravely voice asked breaking into Dean's reverie.
'Huh? What?' He stammered blinking furiously.
'Want another drink? After all searching for a demon is thirsty work, I really must applaud you Dean, you are if anything tenacious.'
'What are you on dude? I just came in here to have a quiet drink.' Dean snarled not wanting to engage the demon in such a public place. What he had in mind had to be very private.
'Allow me to buy you one ... unless of course you don't trust me.' the demon-possessed man smiled, 'tell me how is Sammy doing?'
'His name is Sam and he's fine and somewhere where you can't touch him.' Dean said as he finished his beer and stood up. 'Sorry to cut this short but I gotta bail...you know early night, early morning I got a demon's ass to fry then I got an appointment to get my nails done, hmm might even have a massage too.'
'Such swagger, such arrogance perhaps I was too hasty in which brother I took,' the demon said with a thoughtful look on the stolen face, 'oh well too late to do anything about it now.'
'Why not give me Sam's mind and memory and then we can discuss things.'
'Sorry I don't bargain, but I do cheat.' The demon said before leaving Dean alone and staring at his retreating back.
'What the fuck does that mean?' Dean huffed under his breath as he pulled his leather jacket on and slipped through the crowded bar to the other exit.
Doing a visual search of the car park Dean made his way slowly to the impala, his gun in one hand, and his keys in the other.
His gaze roaming over the different cars and shadows Dean unlocked the car and slid in behind the wheel, resting there for a moment before he roared off kicking up the lose gravel in his wake.
A shadow fell from the lifeless body and slunk along the ground following the impala's trail with insipid accuracy.
Dean stretched his shoulders, again had his glock ready, and cocked before he locked the car and made his way to his lonely room. The shadow slinked along the building watching and building strength again, it had to wait for another human to come along or give it time until it had full strength to tackle the hunter in its true form.
Dean started stripping from the end of his bed to the bathroom leaving a trail of clothes behind him; he stood in the shower recess and turned the water on as hard as it could flow. The scorching water barely registering on his frayed nerves, he braced himself under the water leaning against the tiles and let the water cascade down his muscular back, the scar from the wound in his shoulder shone with the new pink skin covering the hole, aside from the odd itch it healed quicker than Dean could ever have imagined.
Whatever Missouri had put in that poultice worked wonderfully. Stretching his aching muscles Dean relished the feeling of the water washing away the grime and sweat from his body.
Sighing deeply he started to soap up and slowly scrubbed the ingrained dirt trying to forget about his brother's body lying at Bobby's house, breathing but not living.
Trying to forget the desperate aching loneliness in his heart and that overwhelming sense of dread that had enveloped his usual swagger and confidence. Without Sam at his side, his heart was no longer in the hunting. The only thing in his heart is the driving need to obliterate the demon, not just kill it, not just send it back to the bowels of hell, but to destroy it completely and utterly.
Turning the shower off after he drained it of all of the hot water, he stepped out of the cubicle and stood in front of the mirror, staring at his misty image in the steamy mirror.
He took in each and every scar that he bore on his body, he could name where, and when he received all of them. With a low growl deep in his stomach, Dean fisted his hand and smashed it into the mirror, the immediate pain in his knuckle giving him verification that he was still alive.
A loud crashing sound in the other room startled him wrapping his hand in a towel he slowly made his way out of the bathroom, his ever-present glock firmly in his good hand.
'Who the fuck are you and what are you doing in my room?' Dean snarled at the intruder.
'Hey, hey calm down mister, I heard the glass breaking and thought that you needed help.' The middle aged man stared at the gun aimed at his head, 'I'm the night-manager do you want to put that gun down?'
'Sorry dude, and ah I'll pay for the mirror.'
'No problems just as long as you're alright.' The man said a look of relief flooding over his face.
Dean waved his hand dismissively waving the gun at him, 'look don't want to be rude but...'
'Yeah, yeah right ... you should get that looked at.' The man turned to leave but then pushed the door shut and turned with a malicious look on his face, 'of course I could do that for you now.'
'What the fuck?' Dean lifted his gun again but he was a second too slow and the possessed man pounced, knocking the gun free he pinned Dean against the floor and gripped his head pushing his fingers hard into Dean's skull.
'Get off me.' Dean ground out, he managed to position his legs and wrapped them around his assailant easily rolling him, straddling the man's waist he punched the man's face repeatedly until the head rolled under the force of the punches, blood and membrane spurting over the carpet.
Breathlessly Dean sat back on his haunches and nursed his injured hand close to his chest as he stared down at the man lying beneath him.
'Oh Dean I didn't know you were batting for the other team.' A scornful voice came from just behind him, turning his upper body Dean managed to get a glimpse of the demon's true form before he crumpled unconscious over the dead man's body.
The demon stood smiling happily as he tossed the syringe on the floor and bent down to grasp Dean's arms and haul him to his feet. He ran an appreciative eye over Dean's naked form before dropping him on the bed and rolled him in the bed covers. Easily lifting the rolled bundle he slung his prisoner over his shoulder and carried him out, leaving two of his minions to take care of Dean's things and the body he had more important things to take care of.
His hand roamed over the blanketed rump and sighed happily, he enjoyed doing things to the younger brother but he felt as though he could do a lot more to this one, be a lot more adventurous.
Dropping Dean on the floor, he kicked it until it rolled open and Dean's naked form rolled onto his back, splaying him open for perusal.
With a primal growl the demon dropped to his hands and knees and crawled towards his prey. Sniffing the air, it growled again and then crouching over the prone man explored him with his fingertips. Running them over Dean's rock hard abdominal muscles, he circled his navel teasing the light hairs around it and then he moved his roaming hands upwards until he could caress each nipple. Teasing and twisting it, until Dean, still unconscious writhed under the ministrations. Sighing with satisfaction the demon placed his hands on each side of Dean's head and lowered himself until he was lying on top, biting and nipping he covered Dean's face and neck in vicious bite marks and at times left puncture holes trickling with blood.
Sliding down the torso he pushed himself back up on his haunches and investigated Dean's groin.
Dean's body jerked spasmodically then his eyes shot open and he struggled to come to terms with what was happening. 'Get the fuck off me you pervert.' Dean snarled arching his back he managed to dislodge the demon whose hand was still curled around his semi-erect cock. 'Touch me again and I will castrate you.' Dean threatened gripping and twisting the wrist until the demon let him go.
Panting heavily Dean struggled to his feet and backed away from his molester. 'Did you do this to Sam?' He spat the question out staring at the demon in horror.
TBC