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Sorry there's not much action in this chapter.

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Chapter 16

Sam and Dean were in the impala on their way back to Bobby's. They figured that maybe the hunter would have some information about how to find Damien. Sam was sleeping in the passenger seat and Dean was singing along to AC/DC.

"Dean?"

"Hey, Sammy thought you was sleep."

Sam rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, "Yeah."

"You okay?"

Sam shifted and nodded, "Yeah just thinking."

"About what, babe?"

"That demon said that Damien is in hell, right?"

Dean nodded as he turned to take the exit that would lead him to Bobby's.

"So, why don't we just go down there and deal with him? I mean we're demons, right? So it should be no problem to enter hell."

"True except for one fact. We don't know how to get there. That's why we're going to Bobby's."

"Did you call him?"

"Yeah, he said he had marked the safe spots for us."

"Dude, his whole house is covered in wards and devil traps. What safe spots. This sucks," Sam grumbled.

Dean turned around and faced Sam and placed a light kiss on his lips, "Don't worry, babe. Everything is gonna be okay, I promise."

Dean pulled into Bobby's a couple hours later. Dean grinned when Bobby opened the door.

"Hey, Bobby."

"Hey, boys. I marked the safe spots for you boys. Just try to stay clear of the red tape and you'll be fine."

Dean and Sam nodded as they entered the house. Sam went straight upstairs.

"What's wrong with him?" Bobby asked.

"He's a little upset right now. The whole being a demon thing. Hey, Bobby, we was wondering if you know how to get into hell? We were thinking of going down there and dealing with Damien," Dean said as he grabbed a beer from the fridge.

"Demon's drink beer? Anyway, I will see what I can find out. There's food if you boys are hungry."

Dean nodded and headed upstairs. He found Sam sitting on the bed staring off into space.

"Sam, you okay?"

Sam turned to face Dean, "I guess."

"Sammy, talk to me. What's the matter?"

"This, Dean," Sam said and flashed black eyes, "I'm a fucking demon."

"Sam, it's okay?"

"No, it's not, Dean. If dad was still alive, he would have us hunted down and killed. And what if there was another reason Yellow Eyes fed me his blood rather than just wanting me to run his demon army? I mean even the king of Hell himself was afraid of me! Why? What if I am supposed to become the next King of Hell? I don't wanna."

"Baby, calm down. First of all, if dad was still alive I think he would be just like Bobby. I mean yeah, this is not what he would've wanted for his sons, but there is nothing he could do about it. I'm not exactly sure why Damien was scared of you, but I know that if you were to become the next king of Hell, it would be okay."

"How, Dean?"

"Because, you're not evil. And besides, I will be there with you to make sure it stays that way."

"Dean, hell changes people. I mean what if we become evil? I don't want to become evil. I can't live like that," Sam cried.

Dean rubbed Sam's back as he cried, "I know, kiddo. I don't want to become like that either, but I feel as long as we act like we always have, with the exception of our awesome powers, then we won't turn evil."

"But, I feel so much hate and rage. I want to kill something. I don't want to have this feeling."

Dean continued to rub his back, "I know, baby, I know."

Bobby came by the door, "Is he okay?"

Dean just nodded and Bobby left.

"Hey, you hungry? Bobby made us some food."

Sam shook his head. Damn Sam for being emo but Dean can't really blame him. It was in Sam's nature to be emo and have chick flick moments.

"Come on, I'm hungry and I know you are too. Everything will be fine. I promise."

Sam followed Dean downstairs and sat at the table while Dean served up some plates of fried chicken and mashed potatoes. Just as they were eating Bobby came into the room.

"Okay, I think I found something. There is a devil's gate in the city of Wyoming."

"A devil's gate? What's that?" Sam asked.

"A door to hell. That's what I was guessing Damien was using to come up here, but I was wrong."

"What do you mean?" Dean asked shoveling food in his mouth.

"Boy, chew you food before you speak. Anyway, in order for the door to be opened, it needs a key."

"What kind of key?" Sam asked.

"The Colt."

"What's that?"

"The gun your father had when you three were in the hospital. It disappeared when your father died. So there has to be another way inside."

"Can't we just like use our powers to open it?" Dean asked.

Sam shrugged, "Maybe."

"There is just one problem, boys. It's in the middle of a humongous devil's trap. No demon can cross it. At least not in a vessel and the devil's trap is made of pure iron. That's why I think there has to be another way to get inside."

"Great," Sam muttered.

"Sammy, don't worry, we'll figure something out," Dean said trying to reassure his brother.

"Well I'll keep looking," Bobby said then left the room.

"Hey, Dean?"

"Yeah, Sammy?"

"I was just thinking…"

"Don't strain yourself," Dean teased.

"Ha, ha, very funny."

"Seriously, what about?"

"What if I'm an incubus?"

"What?"

"Um, yeah. Since I was turned when we had sex, it makes sense that I would be a sex demon seeing that I am always wanting sex after my energy has been depleted."

"Maybe Sammy, but I doubt it. I mean I don't think Damien would be afraid of an incubus."

"I guess you're right."

"Yup."

Dean cleared away the plates while Sam just sat at the table looking down at his hands. Dean turned around and saw him and sighed.

"What now?"

"Nothing."

"Sammy, quit it. Stop telling me nothing when its clearly something. Now, tell me what's wrong?"

"Its just that I'm afraid."

Dean pulled up a chair next to his brother and rested his hand on his thigh, "Afraid of what?"

"Going into hell. I heard that it causes people to change. I don't wanna change¸ Dean."

Dean sighed, this chick flick moment was getting to be too much for him and he wanted to end it already.

"First of all, we're not gonna change because we already changed and we're not gonna change any more than we already have. Besides, we'll be at home among the demons there. There's nothing to be afraid of."

Sam nodded and stood, "I'm going to bed."

"Dude, its only eight thirty."

"Yeah, but I'm tired."

Dean just shook his head as Sam left the kitchen. Don't worry kiddo, everything will be fine. I'll make sure of it. He left the kitchen and headed to Bobby's den where he found the hunter surrounded by books.

"Hey, Dean, is Sam okay?"

Dean nodded, "Yeah, he's just a little worried about the whole Damien thing and entering hell and all that."

"How are you feeling about all this?"

Dean sat down in one of the chairs, "Honestly? I'm not sure. I mean I am scared shitless about what might happen if we enter hell. I also like having all these cool powers even if I don't like the fact that I am a demon and I am worried as hell about Sammy and what all of this is doing to him and what could happen to him."

"You think Damien wants him dead because maybe Sam is supposed to be the next king of hell and Damien doesn't want that?"

Dean shrugged, "Maybe. I mean when Damien came to visit us he seemed kind of freaked out about Sam's being a demon."

"Wait, he came to see you?"

Dean nodded, "Yeah, he said something about wanting me to complete some type of mission for him, but I think he just wanted to separate me from Sammy. When he saw that Sam's eyes were black he freaked out and disappeared. He then sent four demons after us, that's how we found out that he was in hell."

"Hmm. That's interesting."

"Yeah, tell me about it."

"Why did he freak out? I mean why didn't he just kill Sam right there?"

"I don't know. Maybe he couldn't?"

"Maybe."

"Anyway, I think I'm gonna head of to bed. I'll see you in the morning, Bobby."

"Night," Bobby said as Dean headed upstairs.

Dean headed into the room he shared with Sam and found Sam laying on his side pretending to be sleep.

"Dude, I know you ain't sleep," he said as he climbed in the bed next to Sam.

Sam turned over to face Dean with a frown on his face. Dean chuckled and kissed him softly on the lips.

"Don't worry, Sammy. Just trust me, everything will be okay."

Sam nodded and kissed Dean back teasing his brother's lips begging for entrance. Dean readily allowed and Sam deepened the kiss and shifted so he was laying on top of Dean. Dean gasped as Sam thrusted his hips hard against his.

"I thought you was tired."

"Mhm, but I wanna lay on you."

"Dude, what are you seven? Get your gigantor ass off of me, you're fucking heavy."

"Please, Dean?" Sam whined and snuggled more into the crook of his brother's hips.

"Fine, but if you kick me in the balls, I am so gonna throw your ass off of me and on to the floor."

Sam smiled and immediately fell asleep.

TBC...