Disclaimer: I can just see it… laying down on a beach somewhere, all by my lonesome… except for the hot hunting brothers right beside me… stopping there before it gets too old for all you kids. But can you tell, wishful thinking… and that's all this story is.

Warning: Swearing, grossness. Adult stuff, but nothing you wouldn't see on the show. Bit more than you'd hear though.

Author's Note: Yeah, sorry for that disclaimer. Got away from myself. But also thanking everyone who's reviewed! You're all wonderful, wonderful people!

Chapter 5: Cromwell

Despite the events of the night before, Dean woke early, sure something was wrong. He sat upright too fast, and looked around for the source of danger.

But there was nothing, and he growled to himself. He knew he would never get back to sleep now.

He looked at his watch. to be on the road. If they left within the hour they could make it to Cromwell by the end of the day and start working on a case that would use brawn and brains. Instead of the major brawn used to defeat the werewolves. He was way over that.

He yawned once and got up to shower. When he got out he woke Sam, who snapped at him for it. He just shrugged, and told his little brother that they were leaving by eight.

Sam grumbled his way to the bathroom to shower, rolling his shoulder against the stiffness. Dean ignored him and began packing his bag, stuffing it full of unfolded clothes.

He picked up a shirt and a spoon fell out. It was the one he had used for lunch the day before. But it made him think suddenly. He sat down on his bed, running the spoon through his fingers, waiting for Sam to appear from the bathroom. He hadn't thought about it last night because Sam had been hurt.

He heard the water stop running, and a few minutes later Sam appeared, his long hair wet and in his eyes.

"Damn hair," he was mumbling. "Get the damn thing cut."

Dean was sure he had heard wrong, and decided to ignore it. "Sam," he began. "Last night, you used your telekinesis, right?"

Sam stopped, apparently seeing Dean for the first time since appearing from the bathroom. Obviously unsure of where this was heading, he sat down and nodded.

"How'd you do it?" Dean asked quietly. He wasn't about to admit it, but Sam's powers freaked him out. Not because he feared what Sam could do, but rather because he feared what they did to Sam when he used them.

Sam shrugged. "Reflex action. I saw the werewolf attacking you, and it just burst out of me. Like at Max's."

Dean locked his eyes onto his little brother's. "So, you haven't been practicing?"

Sam shook his head. "No way. I promised, remember."

Dean just nodded. Something still bothered him. But he decided to shrug it off. He was doing a lot of that lately.

"Come on, we should get going soon."

They arrived in Cromwell by six that evening, booked into a motel and headed for a bar. They had both decided it was too late to start any research. In fact, Dean was shocked when Sam suggested the little venture to the bar. Dean had been easy to convince. Besides, they were low on cash.

Dean walked in first, leading Sam. They both sat down at a corner table and had one drink, before Dean peeled off towards the pool table. He knew Sam would be fine. Maybe he would get a little bored, but he would be fine, sitting there, nursing his beer.

Or so he thought.

Five minutes later he was in the middle of his first game, the one he planned to lose. Only just, enough to lure the idiots he was playing into a second game. And a third. And possibly a fourth. However many games they wanted to lose before becoming angry.

He had just sunk his second ball when he chanced a look up at Sam's corner. Only Sam wasn't there any more. He looked around, refusing to give into panic, and was relieved when he hadn't. He found Sam, leaning against the bar, back to Dean, talking to a pretty girl.

Dean grinned, imagining how it was going. He knew how it would have gone already. Sam would have gone up to the bar for a drink – only his second – and the girl would have approached him. Not wanting to be rude, the younger hunter would have talked back and hopefully it lead to something Dean wouldn't mind himself.

His grin faded a little as he realized that that was doubtful, but he turned back to his pool game, pleased. Maybe Sam was starting to get over Jess. Well, not get over. But at least move past.

He kept on checking on Sam, who kept on talking to the girl. She looked a lot like Jess, Dean had decided halfway through his second game. Blonde hair, green eyes, only coming up to Sam's shoulder. But she was pretty, and she was practically throwing herself at the younger Winchester. Dean wished he could see Sam's face.

He almost died of shock twenty minutes later. He had just started his third game when he decided he should look up. He did so, and just spied Sam leaving the bar.

Half dragging the girl behind him.

Not that she didn't want to go. She looked excited, glancing over at her friends with an expectant look on her eager face. Dean's jaw dropped, and then he snapped it shut in a grin.

"That's my boy, Sammy."

He should have known. Or maybe he did, deep down somewhere. Should have realized after everything that had happened in the past few days. He should have known something was wrong.

But at the time he was just happy Sam was getting laid.

Sam had felt the first flutters of panic as he had felt his body approaching the bar, half full glass in hand. He saw the girl, the pretty blonde one, and knew the demon was up to something. He just hadn't realized it was as simple as basic, all-too-human lust.

When he heard the words spilling from his mouth, he had to turn away in disgust. That just wasn't him. God, where was Dean when he needed him. If Dean had heard what this demon was making him say, the older man would have known immediately that something wasn't right in his little brother. But Dean was half way across the room, earning money the Winchester way.

He couldn't help but hear the alluring words pouring from his mouth, but he tried so very hard to ignore it. God, he was never going to be able to go out with a girl again. He knew every time he tried to flirt with a girl from then on, he would hear the demon's words to this poor girl in front of him.

And then suddenly he felt his body walking. What the hell are you playing at? he snapped at the demon.

It seemed to sneer at him from within his mind. Looks like pretty little Jess, doesn't she, Sammy boy?

Sam felt the anger bubble to the surface. Don't you dare say her name. You killed her, you took her away. You do not get to say her name!

The demon chuckled to him, but turned to the girl he was leading. Sam felt his body lean in and down as the demon kissed her passionately.

She fell back against the brick of the bar's outer walls, giving in to his advances. Sam felt frustration as he noticed the demon's sick amusement.

Shall we have a little fun, Sammy?

The possessed hunter swore his heart stopped. Let her go, he warned, hoping he sounded threatening. Obviously he didn't.

The demon laughed, out loud as well, and nuzzled the girl's neck. She moaned beneath his hands.

"Can we go somewhere a little more private?" the demon asked, using Sam's voice, Sam's hands, Sam's body in ways the man never would.

"My apartment's close by," she whispered breathlessly to him. The demon kissed her, and for the first time Sam noticed that it got no pleasure from the affection. No, he remembered now. Demons didn't enjoy anything but death and destruction.

"Sounds perfect," the demon whispered back.

NO! Sam screamed in his head. Don't you dare fucking kill her with my hands! Don't you dare! I swear to God -.

The demon cut him off with a snarl, though nothing showed on the face of Sam Winchester as he took the hand of the girl and let her lead him into her home.

What? the demon snapped. How is God going to help you, Sammy? Huh? He's all the way up there. Way out of reach.

Sam's mind was suddenly icy as the demon let him feel its anticipation. What, did you think this was all about using your body to screw her? No way, Sammy. I'm going to use your hands to kill her. I'm going to slice her open, take a look at her guts… all while she's still alive. And you're going to watch. I'm going to make you watch as you kill her. You're going to taste it as you rip her apart.

No! Sam denied in a shriek. No, you aren't. I swore you wouldn't kill anyone else. I'm not letting you! Hear me! Not letting you! No way, no fucking way. Get out of me, you sick, fucking bastard. Get out! Get out, get out, get out, get out! GET OUT!

He broke off into a scream of pain as it felt like his very mind was set on fire. It was so sudden he retreated, fled backwards, still screaming as the pain faded. Slowly, slowly, the pain retreated fully, and he stopped screaming, suddenly terrified. He hadn't known the demon could do that. Of course, he should have guessed.

The demon laughed. There's plenty I can do, Sammy.

You have no right to call me that! he snapped tiredly, suddenly exhausted. These battles with the demon in his mind, they were sapping his energy like crazy.

He felt his body look up and saw out of eyes he no longer controlled. A building loomed overhead, and the blonde girl, oblivious to all battles within the mind of her companion, turned to look at him.

"This is it," she told him coyly.

This is it, the demon laughed as Sam felt despair drive his mind to its mental knees. He had to do something. He wouldn't let it kill her.

He didn't have much choice.

The elevator ride up to her apartment was silent for Sam, who tried to ignore the making out going on right in front of him. Well, it was more than that. He could feel her lips, her hands, her skin where his hands touched her. Only it was so distant, he could barely notice it if he tried.

Then, all too soon, they were in her room. Sam tried attacking the demon with his mind again, like he had in the forest back in Kelton, but the demon was prepared this time. It swatted him away like he was a fly.

Sam refused to give up though. But the girl – Sam had never caught her name, and he knew he didn't want to – disappeared for a moment, and the demon took the opportunity to give into the annoyance it felt. Sam shrieked once more as that burning pain assailed him.

Then the girl came back, her long blonde hair down around her shoulder, wearing a short, silk nightgown.

Sam felt his face contort into an evil grin, and watched as the girl's eyes flickered in abrupt fear and uncertainty. It softened slightly as the demon began taking Sam's shirt off.

It grinned down at her, a grin that never quite reached the eyes. The suddenly sickly yellow eyes. She gasped. "What the…"

The demon laughed, out loud, and she put a hand to her mouth. Sam knew that she had finally realized that she had made a mistake.

The demon let the shirt drop onto the couch. "Wouldn't want to get blood on that."

"Blood?" the girl questioned. The demon nodded, and Sam felt his stomach drop with horror.

"Yeah, it can get quite messy," the demon said, walking towards her.

She looked around before backing up slowly. "What can?" she asked in a quivering voice.

"Murder."

The girl screamed and spun, desperate to run. Her attempt was thwarted however as air grabbed at her, and she screamed again.

NO! Sam screamed with her, attacking the demon again. He wasn't going to commit murder. He wasn't. This girl wasn't going to die at his hands.

The demon was distracted for a moment and the invisible bonds trapping the girl dropped away. She was sobbing as she ran into the bedroom.

Now look what you've done Sammy, it said tersely, obviously annoyed. Well, Sam wanted more.

You're not hurting her, he told it desperately, before attacking again. The demon again swatted at him.

Or tried to.

Sam deflected the movement, learning from before, and rushed in, using his mind to attack the demon. It shrieked in surprise as Sam used its technique against it, causing its mind to burn in invisible flames.

But it died much quicker than Sam's torment had, and it turned on him, furious. Sam backed away, hoping he had given the girl enough time to get away. Because he had the strangest feeling he wasn't going to be around much longer.

You know, hunter, I wasn't going to do this to you. You should be one of mine, after all. And I need undamaged goods. But… well, you just asked for it.

And before Sam could even digest those words, the demon grabbed him, wrapping him up in himself. He grunted in pain, though it was nothing compared to before. And then it threw him, chucked him deep down, within his own mind where the demon's memories lay wrapped in his own.

And Sam Winchester screamed as he began to watch his girlfriend burn up again and again, pinned to the ceiling again and again, feeling the demon's satisfaction as if it were his own. Again and again

And worse, those screams mixed in with the desperate horror of an unnamed girl as she was sliced to pieces by something, which to her, didn't exist.

Oh no!

He he, thanks for reading.