First off, I want to SINCERELY apologize for making you guys wait so long. Life has been tough.

Second I wanted to warn you for the rest of the story, I love writing Sammy with an insatiable sex drive. I think its fun to write. Anyway hope you like it.

So with out further ado, here's the next chapter. Please don't forget to review!

Chapter 6

"According to the site I was just looking at, there have been several unexplained deaths in Nevada."

"Did you say Nevada? Holy cow! Las Vegas, here I come! Finally."

"Not so fast, tough guy," Sam teased.

"Aww, come on Sammy."

"Dude, after the hunt."

"Well, what are we waiting for? Let's go," Dean said and grabbed his bag and headed toward the car.

Sam rolled his eyes and looked at Bobby.

"You watch him, Sam. I wanna know his every move. Ya hear me?"

Sam sighed, "Yes, sir."

Sam ran out the house and climbed in the passenger seat of the impala. Dean gunned the engine and tore out of the junkyard. Sam settled into the seat and was quiet for a long time, so long in fact that Dean thought Sam had fallen asleep like usual.

"Dean?"

Dean was startled to hear Sam's voice, "Yeah?"

Sam was kinda quiet, "What do we do know?"

"What do you mean, Sammy?"

"I mean, look at us. We've become the very things we hunt. We're demons. What's gonna happen to us now?"

Dude, is he serious? Of all the rotten luck. "I don't know, Sammy. What I do know, is that now we are a match for Yellow Eyes."

"I wish I knew how we turned. Or more specifically, you turned. I'm guessing that I turned because of you, but I don't understand how. Dean, do you think Bobby's right?"

"About what?"

"That we're gonna be evil and start killing innocent people?"

"What! No. Sam, we're hunters. No matter what've become. That's our first instinct."

"Yeah, I guess."

"It's true, Sammy. Because of the fact we're hunters, our first thought won't be to kill and that will help us keep this demonic stuff in check."

"If you say so," Sam said and closed his eyes. Pretty soon he was sleep.

Damn it. What are we gonna do, Sammy? Dean thought to himself. He half heartedly believed what he told Sam, but something in him wasn't exactly sure. Sometime later, Dean pulled into a motel just outside Utah. His body was aching in places he didn't even want to think about.

"Sammy, c'mon."

"Huh?" Sam woke up rubbing his eyes, "Where are we?"

"At a motel just outside Utah."

Sam rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and exited the car. He got their bags while Dean went to check them in. The minute they entered the room, both boys flopped on the king sized bed.

"So fucking tired," Dean muttered, his words muffled by the pillow.

"Yeah," Sam agreed.

Sometime during the night Dean woke up and noticed two things. One, he was vertical on the bed and underneath the covers. Two, for some reason the bed was being jostled. He turned and noticed Sam with his eyes clenched tight and his hands in his pants.

"Dude, what are you doing?"

Sam immediately stopped and blushed a little bit, "Sorry didn't mean to wake you up."

"Well it's pretty hard to sleep with you over there humping the bed. Lemme see."

Sam blushed further and tried to cover his erection, "No, it's okay. Just go back to sleep."

Dean moved his hands, "Dude, what the fuck are you embarrassed for?" Dean ran his hands over the jean clad cock.

Sam gasped, "I…uh, I don't know. I don't know why I am so horny."

Dean laughed, "Because, like I said, you're a horny bastard. Why didn't you wake me up?"

Sam gasped again as Dean rubbed his erection harder, "I don't…Oh, shit! That feels good," Sam said as Dean put his hand down Sam's pants and grabbed his painful erection.

"Like that Sammy?"

"Oh, god, yes!" Sam screamed.

"Well, this is not something I imagined seeing."

Dean removed his hand from Sam's pants and both boys jumped at the voice. They turned to see Yellow Eyes standing by the door.

"How the fuck did you get in here?" Dean demanded angrily.

"Relax, Dean. It's something called picking a lock."

"You bastard! What the fuck do you want?" Dean screamed eyes turning black.

"Looks like my suspicions are correct."

"What the hell are you going on about?" Sam asked taking his place next to Dean.

"Dean has been turned. Just like Damien said."

Sam looked at Dean, "Who is Damien?"

"The king of Hell. He's the one who brought you back, but with a few adjustments. Your daddy thought he was bargaining with me."

"What the fuck do you want?" Dean asked again.

"Dean, calm down. I'm not here to kill you. I came to warn you."

Sam scoffed, "Right, like I'm gonna believe that. Seeing as you killed our dad and all."

"Sam, I just told you, that wasn't me. It was the king of hell. His plan was to turn Dean into a demon. He thought that if Dean was a demon that would tear the reserve you have for your brother and you would leave him. He wanted you to leave him so it would be easier for him to kill you."

"Why would he want to kill Sam?"

"Because he found out what I was doing. And he learned of the special interest I had for Sam. Instead of killing me, he decided to torture me."

"Wait, what plan? What interest? What did you do to me?" Sam asked.

Azazel sighs, "When you was a baby, I fed you my blood. My plan was to feed other kids my blood in order to create a demon army to stage a revolt against Damien. I wanted to use Sam as my leader."

"I guess that answers the question of how I became a demon."

Azazel's eyes widen in surprise, "What?"

Sam shows his black eyes like Dean.

Azazel nods, "The only way that could have happen is to have sex with a demon. The blood then would then completely take over the body. But, how…" he stops and glances at both boys and recalls what he walked in. "Looks like Damien's plans have backfired against him."

"I should just kill you know," Sam growls.

"Wait, I can help you."

Sam grins and looks at Dean who nods. "Oh, I think you've done enough helping." Sam raises his hands and Azazel immediately starts choking. Soon Azazel is dead.

"Holy shit, Sam. That was…"

"I don't even understand how."

"That's what happened when I was trying to kill Bobby."

Dean whistles and walks over to the body that Azazel was possessing, "Yup, that sonovabitch is dead. Nice work, Sammy."

Sam laughs and helps Dean carry the body out back and burn it. Afterward they lay on the bed with Sam curled into Dean's arms.

TBC...

Was Azazel really trying to help? Or something else entirely? How will Damien react when he finds out that his plan backfired once again?