Sorry for the long delay. I had in my mind what Dean was, and it made sense, but it didn't translate well onto the screen. Hope it's not too confusing. It will work itself out in later chapters. This is very long but I didn't want to break it up into two chapters and there is a lot of stuff happening at the same time so a lot of breaks. Enjoy and don't forget to review.
While Sam slept the worst effects of withdrawl off Nicholas stood guard. He doubted demons would come for Sam now. They would be too confused by what happened to launch a rescue – or too scared of him to show their faces. They were alone for now and he needed the rest. He had just broken out of an impossible prison and was weak from the strength required for that and the fact that he had to yank Sam out of the warehouse to safety. But he had felt Dean's presence inside the facility, though by the time he honed in on it his ex-lover was gone. Nicholas knew Sam was deep asleep, he had put him there himself. Looking at the chained hunter he had to give Dean credit, he knew how to pick beautiful youths. Sam would draw Dean to Nicholas easily enough and once Dean was before him he would break his ex-lover apart piece by piece.
Being with Sam for a few months, being exposed to hunting and the supernatural Dean knew that this was a lady in white and he knew this wasn't going to go well. He reached for the only weapon he had, Sam's .45 which was loaded with civilian rounds, nothing special. Before he knew it the woman in white was in the passenger seat.
"Take me home," she said as she scooted closer to Dean. His skin crawled.
"No," he said resolutely remembering the story Sam had told him of the first lady in white Sam and his father had encountered.
"Then love me," the woman in white said as she straddled his lap and began to kiss his lips.
Dean couldn't shove a spirit and the gun would do nothing on a ghost but he gave it a go anyway. Just as the woman in white's clawed hand entered into his chest. Icy fingers squeezing his heart! He tried to concentrate on getting away; like he did in the warehouse with Sam but he didn't feel the energy coursing through him now. For a moment he let himself actually wonder why and what had happened at the warehouse and how he had escaped – but the woman in white was squeezing his heart to where it was about to burst. Dean got the shot off…and nothing. He was losing consciousness fast but before he blacked out he saw the ghost flash a brilliant white and then heard a piercing scream as the woman in white turned to gray ash on top of him.
Regaining air and reason Dean quickly opened the door and got out, shaking the ash off of him.
"Disgusting," he said to what he thought was himself. Then he noticed a woman, with a wicked looking blade at in her left hand.
"But harmless," the woman said as the blade disappeared from her hand.
Ok, he had to be seeing things. The now unarmed woman kept her distance from him but Dean didn't sense any danger from her, regardless of how awesome the blade looked. If Dean had to name the feeling he had looking at her he would describe it as familiar, family, heart and home…why he didn't know.
"Thanks," he said now fully recovered from his woman in white encounter. "You a hunter," he asked? He still had the safety off the gun in his hand.
The woman smiled and gave a breathy laugh through closed lips. "You really don't remember." She shook her head. This was going to be difficult, mostly for Dean.
Sam woke up frantic for Dean! There was always demon blood running through his veins, yet the bender he went on to increase his powers – to keep Dean safe had added so much more then he was almost able to handle…and look how that had turned out. Detoxing would be beyond horrible but the absolute worst part was that he had lost Dean and needed him back! So now Sam had to detox from the extra vile blood in his system while tracking down Dean in Hell, fighting anyone who stood in his way, and begging Dean to forgive him! A sudden wave of pain racked his body sending him into uncontrollable agony!
After what seemed like centuries the pain stopped and he remembered everything that had transpired at the warehouse. How he had lost control, given into his darkness, and hurt the one thing he loved more than anything in this fucked up world? He had fucked up so many times since the Wendigo attack and the anxiety of not being able to fix it terrified him more than the fact he couldn't move! Wait, he couldn't move! He struggled with everything his 6'4" frame could give, even used his powers but the bindings held fast. Then more pain…a lot more pain! Was he in Hell? Where was Dean? Dean, getting him out of Hell, was the only thing he thought about as he fought to ease the pain from detox. Then the horrific visions flashed through his mind. Dean was in Hell being tortured all in Sam's name and he was immobilized somewhere topside. He had to get to Dean!
Coming back to the present, fighting the pain, he tugged violently on the chains that held his wrists to the bed. He was chained to a bed – this couldn't be good! Even kicking was fruitless as his legs were chained to the footboard. Didn't stop him from thrashing around and trying to use his powers…which were now blocked. He knew they were blocked and in his mind the image of the man that resembled Dean, the creature that had pulled him from the warehouse flashed. And the next minute it was beside him; gentle hand stroking his face.
"Relax Samuel," the voice was a deep baritone like Dean's and the green eyes shone like Dean's, only greener. "Not going to hurt you. Just have to keep you still while you detox from the vile demonic blood you consumed. It will ease, promise. I have to keep you still so you will not hurt me or yourself while it leaves your system."
"Bullshit! Where's Dean?" Sam knew that he himself wasn't in Hell but he had no clue what happened to Dean. If this creature pulled him out he dared to hope it got Dean out too. But then Crowley said…
"Samuel," the voice demanded his full attention. "We can do this the hard way or the easy way. I would prefer the easiest way which is to not have to use my full powers on you. It would severely damage you and I do not think Dean will be pleased with me if I hurt his pet."
Sam fought against the force that this thing had over him but was defeated. What the hell could defeat the anti-Christ? If it wanted him dead Sam would be dead, and for now he wasn't…so that had to be good?
"Where's Dean?"
"I do not know Samuel. But he is not in Hell, that I assure you. He is out there alone and unknowing of what he truly is. Both situations are dangerous if not remedied quickly. That is why you need to detox and then help me find him. I know about your bond, you will need to use it to find him."
"What are you and how do I know you're not lying, plotting against us?" Things were too easy, this creature was too calm.
"There is no easy explanation for what Dean and I are. We are not angels, though we are the prototypes God used to create the angles."
"Great," Sam said sarcastically.
"More accurately Immortals."
"Gods?"
"Not gods. I do not think you will understand, we are limitless, ageless, princes of the universe. We were here before the beginning and we will be here after the end."
"Dean isn't mortal?" Sam wanted to keep this creature talking. Find out what he was up against so when he got detoxed he could gank its ass then find Dean and beg him for all eternity for forgiveness.
Nicholas was reading Sam's mind and knew the young man had questions, and what he planned. He also knew that the detox was almost over and that he would be able to find Dean soon. But he was not ready to confront Dean just yet so Sam had to remain under his control. And he knew just how to do that.
Nicholas bent down and lightly kissed Sam's lips, the anti-Christ fighting with everything in him to turn his head. He increased his concentration and soon had Sam under his complete control. He would not take the young anti-Christ yet – no he would brutally fuck Sam in front of Dean, break his ex-lover down completely before he finished him off. He might even keep Samuel around for quick fucks if the anti-Christ was lucky.
Sam was repulsed, yet lost in the green eyes of the creature that held him captive. If he didn't know better he would swear it was using the same power that Sam had used on Dean the first time they met and he fought with everything inside him against it, until he fell into slumber.
"I'm just like you," she said. "Only I recognize what I am, accept it and deal with it and all the crummy shit that goes along with it." She walked closer to him, but slowly so not to startle him.
"Dean," she said imploringly. "You have to recognize me. Miriam. Your baby sister. Come on Dean I know you can do it. I know why you went off the radar. You have to remember that at least. Why you left."
He had only vague feelings as to what she was talking about.
"Listen," she said exasperated. "Nicholas has escaped his prison and is hunting you. You have to remember what you are, what we are Dean. It's a matter of life and death. He's not going to stop until he has destroyed you and everything you cherish in this life! Including your anti-Christ!" She hoped that mentioning Sam at least would get her brother into memory mode. They were basically powerless when they were playing human if they didn't hold on to what they were.
The next thing he knew he was sitting in the passenger's seat of the Impala as Miriam was driving down the road that once was haunted by a woman in white.
"What the hell" he asked angrily?
"All's about to be remembered big brother, and when the memories of thousands upon thousands of years come crashing into that head of yours it's going to get ugly. Don't want us to wreck and damage your baby do you?"
"What?" Now he was rolling down the window and puking his guts out. Luckily she had slowed the Impala down so nothing flew into the backseat.
"That's only the beginning," she said softly as she rolled her own window down.
Seconds later Dean felt like his head was going to blow apart as memories of times immemorial filled his mind and all the power he had denied for 32 years came crashing into his body.
Crowley knew he was in serious shit! He had let Sam and Dean slip through his fingers, though technically it wasn't his fault. Who suspected that angels on high were watching out for the Anti-Christ and his fuck toy? But then again the power associated with whatever pulled Sam out of the warehouse was nothing he had ever felt before. It was primal and much more powerful than God's winged freaks, and even God and Lucifer themselves. Stranger still he had felt that same power emanating from Dean but to a much lesser degree when the young man flashed away from Sam's reach. Azazel would know what was going on; he was Lucifer's right hand man after all. And it was to him Crowley found himself groveling before. He hadn't been given permission to look up at his Grace but he knew Azazel was displeased and he felt Alistairs presence in the room…this was not going to bode well for him.
Crowley had forgotten he could scream that much as Alistair tore into him over and over again for his failures! He was now hoarse from the screaming and pleading he was doing but the demon torturer didn't stop carving and slicing and burning and ripping his insides out.
"Alistair," Azazel said sternly! "Take him down. We have a bigger problem than his failures." Lucifer's right hand man sat down at the long table lined with torturing equipment and motioned for Alistair and Crowley who was now free from the rack to join him.
Crowley was grateful for the reprieve while Alistair looked grumpy his work had been interrupted. Didn't matter Azazel thought, he had new orders from the Boss and new players in the End Game to manipulate.
"The creature that delivered Sam from your clutches Crowley is an Immortal. One of three original beings from the beginning of time. Princes of the Universe they are called, though there was a Princess. Some say the template that God used to create his winged servants."
"So these Immortals want Sam," Crowley was eager to put the torture behind him and striking up new conversation with his newly replaced tongue seemed like a good idea? "Do they have a bigger game plan for him?"
"No, only one wants Sam. If legend is to be believed I think the Immortal that Sam is with is called Nicholas. The other two are Miriam and, you'll fucking love this…Dean."
"DEAN? So Dean, the hired gun, Sam's fuck toy and plaything is an Immortal?" Alistair couldn't help but laugh and laugh at that thought. "No way that pussy could be an Immortal my Lord," he continued.
"Lore surrounding them is scarce but I've managed to pull up some useful legends. Apparently Dean, was the Immortal that ended a great cosmic war. During the course of the fighting legend states his soul was destroyed and he fell to Earth for one last great battle. Vanquishing his enemy by casting him into Purgatory he decided to live on Earth for the rest of eternity. His sister or lover, legend isn't clear which, was destroyed during the great war and he had nothing to live for. However Immortals can't die and after a few hundred thousand years on Earth he lost his memory of who he truly was and became more human than human. But once those memories are replaced he will be more powerful than Sam, Lucifer, and God combined."
"I felt something uniquely powerful inside him right before he vanished out the warehouse. So you don't think that Nicholas has both Dean and Sam?"
"I do not. I know Sam is with the one called Nicholas and that Dean is far away. I can't locate the hired gun at all which hopefully means Nicholas can't either. Sam may be able to but I don't think we should go challenging him just yet, not until we find something that can kill him or lock his powers away."
"We could send low level demons to follow Sam," Crowley said. He knew of a few who he wanted to test their worth. And if they got wasted – no big deal.
"Make it so," Azazel said. He had a lot of research to do.
Darkness then light, dim at first then growing into brilliant pure white light. Stars and galaxies, constellations and planets swirled around him coalescing into happy memories of him and his sister playing in a crystal blue-green stream. Happiness filled him as he felt love and comfort inside his sister's warm embrace.
Brilliant pure white light turned to eerie yellow-red and the sky filled with ash as the stream ran blood red! There was another now in Miriam and his world. Another Immortal named Nicholas and with him Dean felt pleasures of the flesh. They spent an eternity loving each other and then Nicholas, his lover and companion, turned on Miriam and cut her down. Dean felt rage at the betrayal but Nicholas had changed…greed, hunger for power, had corrupted his beautiful lover and now he could only do one thing.
Eerie yellow-red light turned a violet black as Dean let his rage and anger diffuse through him and seep into the world. Nicholas was cast away in an impenetrable prison and he was left alone. In grief he struggled for a way out…and then he saw God's newest creation – mankind and he knew a way out of his grief.
Humans worshipped the day and feared the night. They were smart for doing so but Dean loved the night and found himself fighting the creatures that God had sent to inhabit the darkness. It was natural, it fed his bloodlust and made his life mean something. He killed every supernatural creature in his path and he did it for Miriam. Years past and he found himself living in a desert city situated between two mighty rivers. Then he was living along a single mighty river. From there he was among the wilderness and then fighting in an arena for sport. Dean was on a ship on the water, a pirate, and seaman. He came to a new land and headed West. He fought against man and the supernatural now, it was all the same. Then he found a sad man, his wife had just died along with the newborn. Something about the dead woman reminded him of Miriam and Dean knew…he would fall again and take on the life of this dead infant. Allow himself to lose his memories and his powers and truly become human.
He woke calmly, "I remember…all of it," he said weakly.
"Rest now," Miriam said. They had stopped at an abandoned gas station on the outskirts of a small South Dakota town. "We're safe but we need our strength. Nicholas is going to throw everything he has at us and we need to be prepared."
Dean scooted to Miriam's side and hugged her. His sister was comfort and warmth and love…just like Sam. His memories of the time they had spent together came to him, warmed him. Yes Sam had changed, been consumed with revenge and full of anger but Dean knew he still loved him and that Sam probably loved him too…Sammy…his mind reached out and made contact with his lover.
"Sam!" He screamed as he pulled from her embrace. Nicholas had Sam, hurting him, wanting him and Dean wasn't about to let anyone touch what belonged to him. Not now that he knew what he was!