Chapter 9

Bobby stood staring at Sam with wide eyes.

"Bobby, say something, please," Sam murmured.

Bobby grabbed a flask of holy water and sprayed Sam with causing him to scream, "Get outta him you sonovabitch!"

Dean tried to grab the holy water from Bobby while being careful not to spill any on him. "Bobby, stop! Sam's not possessed."

Sam was on the floor convulsing in pain. Bobby turned to Dean, "What?"

"I said Sam's not possessed. He's like me. A full demon," Dean said as he helped Sam off the floor.

"What! How?"

Dean shrugged as he pulled his brother into a sitting position, "We think it has to do with the demon blood Yellow Eyes fed him as a baby, but we don't know," he said clearly leaving out the part that they had sex.

Dean saw that Sam was getting angry. He noticed by the way his eyes shifted from hazel to black and by the way he was trying to stand.

"So now both of you are demons?"

Dean nodded while trying to soothe his brother before he let his rage out of control.

"I'm just glad that John isn't here to see this. If he had a grave, he'd probably be turning in it at the sight of his sons and how they let themselves get turned."

This caused Sam to explode, "What! You think we wanted to get turned? Dean was dying and dad made that deal with the king of Hell. I, on the other hand was force fed demon blood as a baby! How dare you think we wanted this!" Even though he was angry, he was careful not to mention the sex part.

"Sammy, calm down," Dean said.

"Calm down! He doesn't care about us! How dare he accuse us of allowing this to happen. I could kill you, Bobby."

Suddenly Bobby started choking and grabbing his throat. Dean stared wide-eyed.

"Sammy, stop! You're killing him."

Bobby continued to choke like his air was being cut off. Dean stood in front of Sam and shook him.

"Sammy, calm down. Listen to me, I know you're angry, but you can't kill Bobby. If you do than you're no better than the type of demons we hunt. You can't be that way, Sammy. Calm. Down," Dean said and gave Sam a light peck on the lips.

Sam eventually calmed down and Bobby collapsed. Dean ran over to check on him.

"Is he…"

"He's fine. His throat's probably gonna be sore for a couple of days, but he'll be fine."

"Dean, I, uh…"

"Its okay, Sammy, I know."

Bobby slowly opened his eyes and saw Dean staring down at him.

"Hey, Bobby. You okay?"

"Wh't happ'nd?" What was wrong with his voice?

"Uh, you and Sammy had a bit of a misunderstanding. Your throat's gonna be sore for a minute," Dean said and noticed that Sam left the room.

Dean left the room and got Bobby some water, which Bobby drank happily.

"He tried to kill me," Bobby said gruffly.

"Uh, yeah, he just was upset that you accused him of allowing himself to be turned into a demon."

"Didn't he? I mean didn't you?"

Dean shook his head, "No, Bobby. We didn't. Look, I gotta go talk to Sam, you'll be okay?"

"I'm not a baby, Dean. I'll be fine."

Dean nodded and ran upstairs to the bedroom careful to avoid the devil traps. He found Sam sitting on the bed staring into space. He softly shut the door and walked over to his brother.

"I guess we know why Damien wants you dead," he said.

Sam turned around, "Huh?"

Dean sat next to Sam, "You're a pretty powerful demon. I mean more powerful than even me and I was made from Damien himself. Must be the demon blood."

Sam just shrugged.

"Hey, you okay?"

"Dean, I almost killed Bobby."

"Sam, the thing is that you didn't."

"Yeah, but if it wasn't for you, I would've."

Dean shook his head, "No you wouldn't have. I know you Sammy," Dean said and placed a kiss on his lips.

Sam turned around so he could deepen the kiss. Dean moaned and opened his mouth and felt Sam's tongue enter and their tongues fought for dominance. Sam continued to kiss Dean while his hands went under Dean's shirt. Dean moaned and pulled away from Sam's hot mouth.

"Sammy…"

"Need you, Dean," Sam moaned and pushed his body close to Dean's.

Dean positioned them so he was on top of Sam but not crushing him with his weight. Sam grabbed more firmly onto Dean's shirt and yanked it off. Sam let his hands travel down Dean's chest as Dean's hands traveled under Sam's shirt. Once Sam's hands reached Dean's belt, Dean paused and slightly pushed himself off of Sam.

"Sammy, stop."

"Please, Dean," Sam whimpered and arched his hips in desperate need for some kind of friction on his hard cock.

"As much as I want to, Sam, we can't. I'm not sure how Bobby would react to finding us have sex in his house. Never mind the whole 'you're brother's' riot act we'll get."

"But, Dean…" Sam whimpered again.

Dean settled into the groove of Sam's hips and ground his hips on top of Sam's. Sam immediately bucked his hips. So Dean grinded harder. Each time Sam matched his thrusts. Sam began to moan.

"Shh, Sammy, we need to be quiet," Dean whispered as he grinded his hips faster.

"Harder, Dean. Please…harder."

Dean obliged and grinded harder and faster. Sam reached up with his jean clad thighs and wrapped his legs around Dean's waist as he continued to grind into Sam. Soon Sam began to moan louder and Dean knew his brother was close to coming. Dean captured Sam's mouth in a fierce kiss as Sam cried into his mouth as he came. Dean soon came after groaning into Sam's mouth. Dean remained in that position until he felt Sam go limp beneath him. Dean rolled off his brother.

"Better?"

Sam nodded.

"Good. Go take a shower."

Sam didn't move and curled into Dean and kissed him again, "More, Dean," he whined.

"Dude, what is wrong with you? You are like an insatiable female. Not now, Sammy. Go take a shower."

Sam pouted but got off the bed and grabbed some clothes and headed for the shower. Dean changed out of his clothes, he would take a shower later, and went downstairs to check on Bobby.

"Hey, Bobby. You doing okay?"

Bobby nodded, "Fine. Where's Sam?"

"Shower."

"Dean, I, uh,…"

"I know, Bobby. Trust me and Sam knows. So what're we gonna do now?"

"Just deal with it as best we can."

"I think I know why Damien wants to kill Sam."

"Why?"

"Because as a demon, he's very strong. I mean he almost killed you just by thought. My guess is that as a demon, Sam is more powerful than the King of Hell himself. Plus Damien doesn't know that Sam's a demon, so he figured he could kill Sam before something like that happens."

"Hmm. That may be true. But to kill the king of Hell, you'd have to enter Hell itself."

"Not really, Damien is here on earth. If only we can find him."

"And do what, Dean? Even if Sam is more powerful than Damien, he can still hurt you. He created you."

"What's going on?" Sam asked coming into the room carefully avoiding the devil traps.

"Dean wants to kill the king of hell."

"If we do that, it would be a good thing," Sam said.

"I agree, Sam, but it would also cause chaos to Hell and the demons would be outta control."

"So what are you suggesting, Bobby?" Sam asked.

"Right now? Take care of this hunt for me," Bobby said handing them a folder.

Dean took the folder and looked it over.

"Three women, mid-twenties, all just up and died. No heart attack, nothing.

"Definitely our kinda gig," Sam said.

"Good, now get outta my hair," Bobby replied gruffly.

Dean smirked but nodded, "Let's go Sammy."

Sam followed Dean to the impala and got into the car, "So where we headed?"

"Boston."

TBC...