Impurities

Chapter 3- The Truth

A/N: This story contains adult content, incest, non-con, child abuse and quite a bit John W bashing.

Season 1, Episode 22: Devil's Trap

POSSESED!JOHN: Your Dad – he's in here with me. Trapped inside his own meat suit. He says "hi", by the way. He's gonna tear you apart. He's gonna taste the iron in your blood.

Season 2, Episode14: Born Under the Bad Sign

JO: I know demons lie, but do they ever tell the truth too?

DEAN: Uh, um, yeah, sometimes, I guess. Especially if they know it'll mess with your head.

"You are sooo pretty, Dean. Fucking pretty, like a fucking girl…" John hissed between his teeth, "Fucking beautiful…So sweet…" and kept going on and on…

Dean was not listening to the words his dad whispering into his ears anymore, they were all the same. He tried to relax himself under the heavy weight of the hunter and waited for him to be done. He tried to forget the hands roaming over his body, pulling his hair, digging into his flesh… the stubble scratching his skin like sandpaper… the tongue licking his face, leaving a trail of bad breath… the teeth piercing through his skin… and the fucking pain in his ass. The heavy tequila smell coming from John's breath was burning his nose, he tried to turn his face to the other side but his father held him tight, catching his hair.

"Don't you fucking move!" he hissed. "Are you disgusted of me now?"

And Dean stopped, clenching on the two sides of the pillow kept waiting. He did not want John to raise his voice; did not want Sam to wake up. John had been too impatient to go to the other room; too drunk to care and Dean, as always, too weak to force him to do anything. They ended up doing it in the very room his kid brother was sleeping. He was ashamed being under a man, more so being under his own father. He was ashamed of his tears, the smell rising from his ass, the grunts his father making… he did not need anyone else to be witness his weakness, his guilt. And he definitely did not want his kid brother to witness such a disgusting act. But as if demons heard his thoughts and created the worst possible scenario, he saw the blanket on the next bed stirring. And a small, blond head rose.

Dean froze for a minute. He tried to reach his father with whispers but John was drunk as a skunk; his hearing threshold was somewhere close to chainsaw level. The whispers were not going to register to him and Dean was sure his voice would not go any higher than that at this moment. To his horror he heard the sweet voice of Sam.

"Dean?" curiosity of a 10 years' old was ringing in the voice.

Dean could not answer him; but at least finally John realized the third person in the room and froze under the comforter.

"Dean?" the kid asked again.

"Go to sleep, son." John's voice was deep and harsh with liquor. It was definitely not a voice that could calm anyone, never mind a child.

"Dean?" Sam's voice now was trembling with fear.

Dean knew he had to answer. He tried to gather all his strength and courage, forced himself to smile so that Sam would not understand the wrongness in the room even though it was too dark to actually see a smile.

"It's OK, Sammy; go to sleep."

"But I wanna join." Sam replied with a different voice that no way belonged to an innocent kid. Sam was out of his bed now, standing next to Dean. His tiny hands reached to Dean's face, his fingers mingled with John's in his brother's hair. "Can I join you daddy?"

Dean's whole body trembled with fear when he heard his father's answer. Sam was growing in front of his eyes now, getting taller, wider, bigger. Bigger than Dean, bigger than their father… And his huge weight replaced John's on top of Dean's back.

"You're right, dad. He is so fucking fuckable." The old Sam added. Now it was his breath poisoning Dean, heavy with the smell of blood.

Dean was in shock, he felt his brother's huge hands reaching to his already abused hole, trying to find their way in. Something was wrong, too wrong. It was not how it had happened. Little Sammy had woken up from a nightmare, started to cry and cause John to sneak away, leaving them alone. Dean had lied claiming that John had been tending his wounds and Sam had not asked any other questions; his mind heavy with his own nightmares. Dean had hugged his kid brother tight between his arms and slept with him.

It had not happened like this. Sam would never do anything even close to this. His Sammy! It was a nightmare, Dean knew it; but could not shake himself awake. Suddenly, he felt the new and a slightly bigger bulge between his but cheeks. His voice finally came back to him cascading:

"Nooooooooo!"

XXX

"Dean, Dean! Wake up man."

Dean woke up. His breath was heavy; he was on the edge of crying, again.

"Fuck!" was the only thing he could murmur before going to the bathroom. When he was out, he found Sam was staring him.

"Just a nightmare." He felt he owed an explanation after waking his brother up in the middle of the night and added with a smirk "Anyways, we have work to do. I'll just start early."

XXX

"Are we sure this is the place?" Dean asked.

"For the thousandth time, yes!"

"Gee Bobby! It's only the second time I'm asking. Take it easy man."

Bobby only grumbled. They all were nervous. Bobby spotted the place three hours ago and since then they were waiting for something, anything to come out or get in. There was not a single soul passing by the abandoned building and Dean was restless.

"Maybe they already started the business. Maybe we should go in."

"For the thousandth time, no! We're not going in without knowing how many demons we're dealing with."

"I think Dean is right Bobby." Sam finally took a side, and at Dean's surprise, his brother's side. "Maybe they are ready to start this thing and there is no way of knowing while waiting here."

"And what? We should get in half cocked and get ourselves killed?"

The brothers gave each other an understanding look.

"We can try to pull the trick we did in Colorado, with Hendrickson. Cover all the exits and-"

"How are we gonna cover the exits boy. The building's a freaking ruin; there are more holes than walls over there."

"But we gotta do something Bobby. We can't wait our fingers up to-" But Dean's words were cut by Bobby.

"Shhh… Someone's coming."

All three focused on their binoculars. A black SUV parked right in front of the building and five men got out. Hunters were already sure that they were demons even before seeing what they were carrying inside the building.

"Five girls… And I don't think they were invited for an odd dance party." Dean said with a serious voice.

"They gotta be the blood sacrifice for the door."

"I didn't know there was a blood sacrifice?" Dean was surprised.

"Me neither; but what else?" Sam answered matter of factly.

Dean turned to Bobby, "So, Bobby… I don't think we don't have the luxury of waiting now."

"Fucking demons!" Bobby agreed.

XXX

Dean took the sewer way to enter the building while Sam and Bobby covered the back door. Sewer was warmer and fuggier than the young hunter expected but he could manage to find the entrance to the basement. But before he could get in, he felt that odd feeling, the faint breeze of wings flapping. He called unintentionally before turning back:

"Anna?"

"Guess again."

"Cass? " Dean stared into the ice blue eyes for a moment "I wasn't expecting you. Finally decided to help?"

"I can't." Cass replied and then added in a hurry "I can't get into the building, the sigils…"

"Right. So, why are you here? Miss me? Or wanna kidnap Sammy again?"

"I'm here because Anna asked me to." Cass sounded cold, a different kind of cold. Dean would say pretended if he did not know better.

"Where's Anna?"

"She had to return back home, can't come."

"What did you do?" Dean could not contain his anger inside. He wanted to slap and shake Castiel, bring some sense to his angelic brain.

"I do not have to be here, you know. It's just a favor; Anna asked me to tell you something."

Dean could swear he saw regret in the angel's eyes if only for a moment.

"Waiting…"

"You cannot seal the door. No human can."

"But Dhul-Qarnayn-" Dean started his protest.

"He got help. You need help."

"You?"

"I can't do it either."

"Are you gonna fucking tell me already or we gonna keep doing this" Dean was losing his patience; this stupid angel always had this effect on him.

"You need to summon a djinn.", seeing the scoff on Dean's face he continued, "A very old and powerful one. An elder Marid, one of those who served Dhul-Qarnayn."

"And I am going to do that how?"

"Here, use this talisman. It contains ashes of Dhul-Qarnayn, he will listen to you with this. And give these to Sam and Bobby, these are protection against Marids. You have to be the one summoning him though, make sure it is not Sam."

"Why?"

"Just listen without asking a question… just for this once Dean, please! I don't have much time."

"Why don't you have-?" Dean started but seeing the frustration on angel's face he let go, "Whatever… I'm all ears."

"Marids are more powerful than most of the creation and they don't like to be bossed around. And you'll find him not as patient as I am; so please, be careful. If he puts his mind to it, he'll find a way to destroy you. Don't keep him around long, ask him to close the door and free him immediately after that."

"What if he doesn't wanna close the door?"

"He will. Marids hate demons. And, they have this family enmity going on with Gog and Magog. He'll help. But you need to free him as soon as he's done. This is important, Dean. You have to-"

"I got it already." Dean cut him, "I'll free him and hope he won't turn back to bite me in the ass. I'll hold on a silver knife and lamb blood-"

"It won't work on Marids. He is not a low level djinn in the corporal form. There is no way you can kill him. Believe me, he won't dwell here, Marids don't like to mingle with humans. If you free him without ridicule, he won't come back. Summon him closer to the gate, so he won't suspect your intentions. You gotta free him no matter what after the door is sealed."

"OK! OK! I'll free him, dude. So… how am I gonna summon him?"

XXX

When Dean found where the prisoners kept – demons did not bother to put a guardian- he sent a text to his brother, 'Found humans. Getting them out. Wait for me!' And before he could manage to open the locked door he received the reply 'Found the gate. North end. 10 min.' Sam was always fast with this texting business.

Of course it took him more than 10 minutes to lead everyone to the sewer door and then seal it with salt to prevent demons to run after them. When he was on his way to the north side of the building, he heard Sam's voice filling everywhere. He would never guess that tiny speaker can make that much of a sound. Without losing any more time, he started to salt every door, window or crack he could find on the way.

Demons, 12 of them to be exact, were running each and every way trying to be saved from the exorcism. Some of them could find an opening and jumped out of the building; some were stopped by the holy water by Bobby and got on their way to hell. Few were killed with Ruby's knife by Dean. It was mayhem; but it was over very soon.

They gathered around the gate, which was more like a wide, shallow well on the ground; disappointingly crude for something this dreadful. Dean gave the protection talismans to the hunters, summarized Castiel's words.

"I don't know Dean. Marids aren't a joke, boy. Are you sure we can trust your feathery fellow." Bobby had doubts.

"I don't see any other options here Bobby. Demons'll be back any second now, most probably stronger and we don't wanna risk losing the battle right now."

Bobby could not insist. He did not trust this plan much, but Dean was right; it was the only one they had.

When Dean was done with the summoning ritual, with an ear shuttering noise, some sort of lightening –a fascinating beam of light- formed in front of them, accompanied by dark blue clouds. When the clouds cleared they saw a giant blueish corporeity, semi-transparent and fluidy. It was impossible to grasp its features since they were changing constantly, like a liquid trying to fill its missing cup.

"Hey?" Dean asked awkwardly, without thinking of a better start.

"You just performed your biggest mistake human! You dare to summon a Marid without knowing its true name." The sound was deep, like coming from underwater but strong, and most definitely demanding respect in a scary way.

"Look dude, I don't have time to set the relationship straight. We got a door to seal and I was told you'd be happy to do it for us."

"Who tricked you into this?" His laughter was almost visible through his voice. It was not a cold laugh per se, but it had a physically cooling effect on the air.

"You probably don't know him. Castiel, he-"

"Your pathetic tongue makes his name sound funny; but I do know him. I'm going to let you live till you explain yourself for the sake of my old friend."

"Demons trying to open the door for Gog and Mogog-"

Suddenly the shape got lost in front of them. Before they can grasp what's happening he was back.

"Those filthy little bastards will not cease to try huh?" he approached Dean, got very close. "I can smell Dhul-Qarnayn on you. I bet Castiel told you that it'd hold me under your control." Suddenly he was close to Bobby and Sam, "Or these puny bags 'd protect you against me! Your angel friend is naïve. Castiel was always so naïve. Poor thing, his naivety is not going unpunished I heard, like all good deeds. " He concluded with an icy laughter.

Dean tried to swallow the gulp, "Are you gonna help us or what?"

"I'll close the gate. It's not because you're asking or because I wanna help YOU. It's because I don't want any of those fuckers to see the sunlight again."

"Here, we have the iron and copper." Sam jumped into the conversation, dropping the heavy bag in front –or back or whatever- of the djinn; and felt he was soaked in the blueness.

"Look who is here. I can still smell the demon in you. Oh, should I say the demons? You tried to clean yourself human; but it's not gonna work, you know. It's part of you, it's your own essence, BOY KING. You can't clean yourself from your own essence. You smell disgusting; just like them."

"Leave my brother alone." Dean could not stand the way Sam immersed in the blueness. He could hear that the djinn was talking to Sam but it was not loud enough to understand what he was saying.

"I can smell you in him too." said the Marid in the same low voice, surrounding Dean this time. "Such devotion for your brother! Too bad it's not gonna work at the end." He stopped talking for a while, as if trying to see the effect of his words on Dean; and continued raising his voice for everyone in the room to hear him, "I kinda like you. Dean is your name, right? And believe me it's not a common thing. In my life – which is almost as old as this earth itself- I only liked two men… you're the third. Everyone believes that Dhul-Qarnayn held us against our will, controlled us." He got closer to Sam again. "Like you and your power over your demonic friends. But no, it wasn't like that. We liked him. He helped us and thus we helped him." Suddenly his voice rose a lot more, trembling the building, "He never tried to bind us like you are doing. A putty human trying to hold a Marid against his will."

"I don't wanna hold you or anything. I just wanna close the fucking door. That's all." Dean answered, trying to get between the other hunters and the obviously angry Marid.

"So you are gonna free me."

"Yes, told you. I'm not good in long term relationships with creatures, you know. Actually, I'm not good in long term relationships, period."

"You don't wanna ask me about Lilith's plans? Hmmm? Where you can find her. How you can kill her." He got really close to Dean then, surrounding him completely and whispered into his ear, "The angels' plans on your baby brother. How you can save him. You too know that he will need to be saved."

Dean gave him a sharp look. Now he understood why Castiel was asking him again and again to let the djinn free. He never expected such temptation to hold him bounded. But he was not stupid to try such thing.

"No. I… we'll figure these things out in good time. Just seal the door, and you'll be free as a bird."

The Marid stopped talking for a while. His blue essence roamed in the room. "These iron blocks are as useful as you humans to stop Gog and Magog."

"What do we need-" But before Sam could finish his question the Marid was gone; and back with a truck load of iron blocks.

"Stand back humans, you do not wanna burn yourself with djinn fire." and let out another freezing laugh.

Dean could not help but whispered his brother's ear "I believe he thinks he is actually funny."

The Marid did not respond even if he heard the mocking. He was busy with the gate. After filling the well with iron blocks, he placed sheets of copper on it and stood on top of it. The blueness got more and more concentrated over the well, and the color was getting darker. The temperature of the room increased with an incredible speed. The hunters stepped back more, to protect their face from the heat bursting from the gate, from the djinn.

In less than 5 minutes the hunters had to leave the building since the temperature got incredibly high inside. The whole now area was hot as if there was a huge fire with invisible flames. When it started to get cooler, they saw the Marid coming out of the building.

"The door is sealed."

"Are you sure they cannot open it by melting it or something?" Sam was skeptical about the whole iron fortified hell gate idea.

"There's no door to open anymore." The djinn sounded intimidated. "You can go and check if you like. They need to find another door to come out, but don't think it's possible." than continued with an audible grin, "Now free me human."

"You are not gonna get a bite of us, are you?" Dean asked.

"You think keeping me bounded is gonna help if that was my intention."

"Guess not. OK. You are free now. Just go. Thanks for everything I guess."

Dean was expecting him to get lost immediately but the Marid was still standing -or floating more accurately- in front of them.

"You don't know how to free me? I better kill you for your stupidity and you should thank me for that. You learned how to bind a Marid but didn't bother to ask how to free him?"

He sounded really pissed off and Dean had faced enough pissed off creature in his life to know that he had to calm him down, now.

"Don't get angry, due. We were in a hurry; you know the seal, the gate, your ugly relatives visiting... But, I'll figure it out."

But the blueness started widen out in every direction. And the temperature was rising fast, again.

"Dude, calm down. Why don't you tell me how to do it. I'll do it right away, I swear."

"I can't tell you that! Call your little angel for help!"

Oh, that was so not good. Dean was sure Castiel was not going to answer him right now. He tried to call his name anyways, cursing him at the same time.

"So, he is not coming, I guess. Now, I have to kill you to get rid of this bound."

"Stop, stop OK. I can learn. Just give me one day, please?"

"OK" The Marid responded easily, and continued after seeing the surprise in Dean's eyes. "A day might be something significant for you little humans but it means nothing for me. I'll give you a week instead, because of my old friend Castiel. I happened to know how much he… values you. And just that you know; you can't hide, Dean. You can't even run from me." And the Marid left, just like that.

"Fuck! Fucking Castiel! Fucking angels! Fucking-"

"Calm down boy. We'll find it; it's just a spell" Bobby tried to ease the young hunter.

TBC

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