Sorry I kept you all waiting. I am out of school and don't have easy access to a computer, and I didn't realize that writing two stories at once will be kinda hard. But don't worry, I am not stopping either one!

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Chapter 3

"What do you mean possessed?" Bobby asked.

"What the hell do you think I mean?"

"Don't you dare take that tone with me, boy."

"Sorry sir. I've seen it a couple times, but I'm pretty sure that I've seen his eyes flash black."

"Well then, we better get things together for an exorcism," Bobby sighed. "You better be sure about this, boy."

Dean was back under the hood trying to finish his baby. He was getting restless being at Bobby's for so long, and he needed something to take his mind off his thoughts of Sam.

"Dean!"

Dean had just put the wrench back in the toolbox and turned to see Sam calling him from the porch. "What!"

"Can you come in here for a sec? Bobby has something he wants to talk to you about."

"Dude, can't you see I'm busy? Can't it wait?"

"Dean, it's really important."

"I'll be there in a few minutes."

Sam sighed, "Fine."

Dean watched Sam go back inside and he stared longingly at his brother's retreating ass. His eyes flashing black again, he thought to himself, if it's the last thing I do, I am gonna fuck his brains out. He really needs to be punished for being such a fucking tease. Dean was getting horny and sporting a hard on. He needed to fuck and he needed to do it now. He dropped the tool he was using and ran into the house.

"Dean, you alright, dude?" Sam asked

Dean didn't answer; he just grabbed Sam by the arm and dragged him upstairs pretty rough.

"Dude, what's the problem? Dean, let go of my arm you're hurting me."

Dean forced Sam into his room and shut the door.

"Dean, what's wrong with your eyes? Did I do something to make-"

Sam was cut short by Dean covering his mouth, "Shut the fuck up, Sam."

"Dean-" Sam was cut short again by Dean kissing him pretty roughly.

Sam struggled and tried to push Dean off him, But Dean wouldn't budge. Dean forced his tongue into Sam's mouth and plundered and bruised his brother's lips and mouth.

Sam thought he had died and gone to heaven. He had waited for so long to be kissed by Dean. He wanted it to continue, but Dean was hurting him so he pushed Dean off.

"Dude, what the fuck is your problem?" Sam panted.

Dean didn't answer; he grabbed Sam by the chest and crushed his body next to Dean's. Dean grabbed Sam's cock and squeezed. Hard.

"Ow! Shit, Dean that hurts. What are you doing?" Sam whimpered.

Sam didn't understand what was wrong with his brother. Not only were his eyes a complete black, but he was clearly trying to rape him. Now I am convinced Dean is possessed. Sam felt Dean unzip his pants and drag them down. He yelped and quickly tried to pull them back up.

"Dean, I don't know what's gotten into you, but this isn't you, man. So stop."

Dean moved away from Sam and Sam breathed a sigh of relief, but it was quickly replaced by horror when he saw Dean return with rope.

"Wh-what are you doing?" Sam asked clearly afraid of his brother at the moment.

Dean grabbed Sam and threw him on the bed so that Sam was lying on his stomach. Dean undid the rope and tied Sam's hands to the bedpost. Once he was done, he went back to removing Sam's pants. Finally succeeding and getting rid of the pants, Dean quickly removed his and positioned himself over Sam.

Sam had a feeling he knew what was coming, "Dean, please do…Ow! Fuck, Dean!" He cried as Dean plunged inside.

Dean continued to penetrate Sam until he was fully inside. He then retreated then slammed back inside.

"Dean! Stop! Please, you're hurting me, Dean," Sam cried.

Dean didn't stop, however. He quickly picked up the pace and continued to slam into Sam. Sam whimpered and cried and begged for Dean to stop. Dean however, didn't listen. He continued going until he felt himself come inside Sam. He panted slowly as he eased himself out of Sam. Sam whimpered from the pain.

"Dean?" Sam whimpered.

Dean sat on the bed and calmed himself until his eyes turned back to normal. It was then that he realized everything. Am I a demon? No, that can't be. Can it?

"Dean, please?" Sam whimpered again.

Dean looked at Sam. Shit! He pulled on his jeans and walked over to Sam.

"I'm sorry, Sammy," he said as he untied the rope.

Sam sat up wincing at the pain in his ass and looked at Dean.

"Dean, what…"

"I, uh, I'm sorry, kiddo," Dean said and left the room.

Damien watched the whole episode and was quite pleased with himself.

"Excellent. Dean has finally done it. Now on to part two of my brilliant plan: Dean finally realizes he's a demon and his brother rejects him."

Dean went into the bathroom and took a shower. It was here that he was finally able to think.

There's no way I could be demon, is there? Wait, I saw it with my own eyes, my eyes turned black when I was thinking about Sam. Sam said there was something wrong with my eyes when I yelled at him. And just where had that anger come from anyway? Sam just said my eyes were black. Oh my God! I am a demon. But how? There's no way. Oh, no, I hurt Sammy! He's never gonna forgive you for that. But, first things first, Dean. Think. How did you become a demon? I haven't the slightest clue. I might as well ask Bobby.

Just then Dean heard Sam knock on the door, "Dean! You ever coming outta there?"

"One sec, Sam."

Dean emerged seconds later wearing a towel around the waist.

"Did you use all the hot water, Dean?"

Dean didn't answer, he just gazed lustfully at Sam's crotch.

"Dean!"

Dean tried to clear his head of the image that just popped in it, "Huh?"

"I asked if you used up all the hot water. Bobby ain't gonna be to happy."

"Dude, relax. I didn't use up the hot water."

Dean found Bobby in his den.

"Hey, Bobby? Can I ask you a question?"

"Sure, Dean. What's up?"

"Is there a way a person becomes a full-fledged demon?"

"Sure, usually when a person dies and goes to hell. Whatever happens down there seems to tear away their humanity and all that's left is hatred, and that's how they usually become demons. Except on rare cases."

"What do you mean on rare cases? What happens?"

"Well, according to research I've done, a person can be a full-fledged demon, by allowing the King of Hell to possess them. But the thing is the King of Hell can't possess a person without permission. And by allowing the King of Hell to possess you, he then turns you in a one hundred percent demon. Why do you ask, Dean?"

Shit! "Uh, because, when I was in that hospital, I think I died. And I know something brought me back."

"Yeah, so? What's your point?"

"Uh, well…"

"Spit it out, boy. It ain't like we got all day."

"Ithinkiamademon."

"What? Care to repeat that a little bit slower?"

Sam heard Dean mumble something and saw that he and Bobby were in a deep conversation.

"What's going on, Bobby?"

"I haven't the slightest clue. Your idjit of a brother was asking how a demon was made then he was trying to tell me something that I didn't quite catch. Now repeat that slower Dean."

Dean sighed, "I said, I think I am a demon."

"Yeah, Sam thought you were possessed," Bobby said.

Dean shook his head, "Not possessed. Actual demon."

TBC...

Wasn't too sure about this chapter. Hope you enjoyed it anyway.