Agony

Chapter Four

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Warning(s): Violence; character torture; some swearing; spoilers for the entirety of season one of Supernatural; automatic AU for any episode following the first season

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Dean could do nothing but watch helplessly as his own eyes were forced open. The first thing he saw – outside his prison – was Sam's worried gaze. And, for a few moments, Dean was overwhelmed with the most intense longing. He wanted nothing more than to tell Sammy that he was going to be all right – that everything would be fine.

But he couldn't. Nothing would be fine now. Not unless the demon let him go.

And that wasn't going to happen.

What the demon had managed to do in regards to manipulating Dean's mind scared the man. He'd never been possessed before, and had never realised just what it had to mean for the victim.

Now, he had a front view.

Dean wanted to ask the demon not to hurt Sam – but something told him that, no matter how much he begged, the demon would just do whatever it wanted. Besides, the demon had already told him to shut up, or he'd kill Sam while still in Dean's body. The demon had long since hit on Dean's biggest weakness.

He would do anything to protect his brother.

I just hope that Sam can work out that it's not me, and realise that I'm possessed, Dean thought. The trouble was, he knew that, once a demon possessed someone, it gave them full and complete access to all of their thoughts and feelings, with the person being powerless to stop it.

Pay attention, Dean-boy, the demon whispered in his ear.

Dean flinched as the demon spoke, and wanted to argue. However, if he could save Sam's life by cooperating – at least for a while – then he would do so. So, no matter how much he didn't want to, Dean focused his attention back on Sammy.

"Where's dad?"

Dean gritted his teeth slightly, hearing the demon speak using his voice. Come on, Sammy… You're the college boy. If anyone can figure it out, it's you.

Dean watched as Sam bit his lip slightly and looked away, avoiding meeting his eyes. "Dad left, Dean," he admitted finally, looking like he felt really guilty about it. "I'm sorry…"

"What, did you two have a fight or something?" the demon demanded belligerently. "I can't believe you, Sam… You know that I want us to be a family. And you've just gone and chased our dad away – again."

That's not true, Dean thought, watching Sam as closely as he could in the hope that his brother would realise that something wasn't right. Don't listen to it, Sammy… You should know that isn't me. You know me better than that. Dean had the feeling that Sam was taking the things the demon was saying at face value.

The trouble was, Sam was more sensitive than Dean or their father…

At the very least, his psychic abilities should alert him to something being wrong… Dean clenched his fists at his sides, seeing the hurt in Sam's expression. It was quickly gone – but Dean knew what he'd seen.

"I'll rip you apart with my bare hands if you hurt Sam," Dean stated coldly to the demon. He didn't care about anything else other than his brother's safety. And he meant the threat with all his heart.

The demon merely let out a laugh. I'd like to see you try. Really. The monster seemed to find it amusing more than anything else. I'll do whatever I want to. You should know that by this time. Besides, you're hardly in a position to make threats.

Dean gritted his teeth slightly. How can I even fight possession? he wondered. After all, Dean knew how to fight a physical enemy. But an enemy of the mind was something completely different…

Sammy… Dean watched his brother struggle to reconcile his older brother with the hurtful man before him now. I think he's too close to it… Who'd want to believe that their brother's possessed? It was still really frustrating, though…

"I'm sorry, Dean," Sam was saying. "I did try to get him to stay… He left anyway, though. He wants to find the demon. If you want, we can go and look for him – once you're recovered from your injuries, of course…" Despite his words, Sam still looked kind of hurt – and also confused. "How are you feeling, Dean? It might be a good idea to get you to the hospital and get you checked out."

"Not gonna happen, Sammy." His brother disappeared for a moment as the demon closed Dean's eyes briefly. "And there's not much you can do without me, it seems. You're not very useful, Sam."

"Leave him alone!" Dean yelled.

I told you. Don't try to give me orders, the demon replied.

"If you have to hurt someone, hurt me," Dean said, trying to draw the demon's attention away from Sam and onto him. "There's a lot here you can work with. You think Sam's life was messed up? You haven't seen mine yet."

Don't worry – I'll get to you.

Sam blinked, his eyes darkening as the demon's words seemed to register on his mind. "Dean… you don't know what you're saying."

"I know exactly what I'm saying," the demon replied. "I'm just telling the truth for the first time. I'm sick of protecting you, Sammy. You're so weak. You should just go and live your 'normal' life. It's pretty obvious that you're ashamed of me, of dad. You've always wanted to have a normal family. That's why you didn't contact me at all when you went to Stanford. Four years without a single phone call…"

Sammy needed some time away from us… Dean thought. I don't blame him for it at all.

Sure you do, the demon replied. You forget – I can see your thoughts now. You are unhappy with your brother. You think that he shouldn't have abandoned you and your dad. It makes you mad…

"No!" Dean yelled. "You hear me, you son of a bitch?!"

Sam's head instantly jerked up, and Dean saw him look around the motel room wildly. "Did you hear that?" he asked.