Where My Demons Hide

Sam sat back in the chair, he heard them coming the moment they stepped out of Dean's room. They had actually been in there all morning so he wasn't sure what exactly was going on but since they stepped from the hallway completely dressed and NOT sex wrecked, he was pretty sure they were doing the second thing they do best.

Arguing.

"You're out of your damn mind if you think bringing out what's left of that demon in me is anything but a bad idea." Dean growled, a cup of coffee in hand, which meant that Ali had come with peace offerings and it had failed.

"You're kidding right? It's a terrible idea, I mean absolutely lock-me-away, crackpot crazy, but it's also the safest one."

Ali wasn't holding a coffee.

Oh, that can't be good.

"So, why do it?" he had stopped by the map table, giving Sam a good view of the two of them. Ali ran a hand through her hair.

"Like I said, safest one."

"Not even a reason, or an excuse."

"It's all I got Dean, unless you want me to go into the details of the alternative."

"What? Sex with a demon, even a lower level one?"

"Any demon."

"Wait, you're not suggesting…"

"If I actually suggested it out loud, wouldn't you think it was a little strange to actually hear that name come out of my mouth."

"I don't want to hear anything about you coming and that skeezy assclown!"

"Okay, then is there anything else I might suggest before you figure out that, yes, Dean, you are by far the safest alternative to letting some other jack-off get inside my head, or his," Ali pointed at Sam, who went wide-eyed as he sat up.

"Oh no, there is no way in hell that is going to happen." Dean closed his eyes and licked his lips, putting the coffee down on the table. "What are you going to do exactly, to make the… to make it happen?"

"Come on, I'll show you." Ali reached out a hand, one that Dean reluctantly took with a roll of his eyes. Sam watched those blue orbs glance up at him before she tugged on Dean and they headed for the storage room. Sam slowly followed, not that he didn't want to get involved but this was Ali's show, she was doing a hell of a lot better telling Dean about it than he would so, yeah, he was going to let her go with it.

The doors opened to the small room with the devil's trap in the center of it, the dungeon or at least that was what it was nicknamed, because it was where they had held and interrogated most of the baddies that they managed to bring back, but right now there was a large post that resembled a stick person standing in the middle of it and Dean dropped Ali's hand at the doorway.

"What the hell is this?" He had almost gone white but when he looked around, he turned a little green.

"Don't worry, Dean, there are no knives in here." Ali whispered, and picked up a small thin stick with a few thin straps of leather at one end and feathers at the other. "Nothing here can hurt you or me."

"No way." Dean whispered and started to back up, but Sam was right behind him. Dean turned and looked up at his brother, eyes creased with worry. "You're really okay with this?"

"You're not going to hurt her, Dean."

"Tying her to that post? Using those things on her? You don't think that's going to hurt her? She hates being tied up, she freaks out when the monsters do it, how the hell do you think she's going to look at me after I do it and let the demon out," he turned back to Ali, "no dice!"

"I never said you had to tie me up," and Dean watched as she gave him this cheeky grin.

"What?"

"Willing partner, there's no need for restraints." Ali shrugged and put the stick down. She walked over to Dean, placed her hands on his chest and looked up at him. "This isn't my first go round with this, Dean, I know how it works."

Dean leaned down, as close to her face as he was willing to get with the prospect of playing with her so readily at hand and even the thought of it made the demon inside stir.

"Not a chance in hell!" He growled, stepped back and walked out of the room. Ali took a breath, glanced up at Sam and narrowed her eyes.

"It might be time for plan B."

"Plan B never works out the way you want it too." Sam sighed and placed a hand on her shoulder, pulling her in. "You know it's good, right, that he doesn't want to do this at all, I means that maybe they were wrong, maybe the demon in him really is gone."

"We can't chance that, Sam, not with what's coming," Ali wrapped her arms around Sam's waist and placed her head against his chest. "If what Eneb and Cas said was right, this is going to turn very, very bad. So it's on with plan B."

"Right," Sam breathed out and kissed her head, "I'll get the stuff for the summoning spell."

"I think I might go find Dean," she whispered and stepped back from him. Sam nodded.

"That might be a good idea."

He passed by Dean's room, copper bowl filled with items but his steps were silent and he was able to catch the voice that was in there.

Ali sat on Dean's desk, which he could see from the doorway, her hands on the edge of it, her feet swinging out as she sat with her eyes closed. Dean was in the chair, leaning back, his hands folded in front of him and he was just staring at her. She hummed some familiar tune that Sam couldn't quite place before she stopped and smiled, opening her eyes slowly.

"It wouldn't be that bad, would it?"

"Whips and chains and sharp shiny things?" Dean sighed, "I know we joke, Ali, but it really would be that bad."

"Okay," she gave in, "so we don't, and we try it another way."

"What other way could there possibly be if it's as bad as you say?"

"Well, I wouldn't be involved at all."

"And that makes it better how?"

"There is another demon that we can use, and you know just who I'm talking about. The room is set, Dean, the place is ready to go, and he's the only other one that I remotely trust to get the essence from."

"Why sex?"

"It's some sort of chemical in it that is needed for the spell, like I said, most demons are wearing meat suits, but they can smoke out, with you, it's ingrained. With him…"

"He's Crowley."

Sam heard Dean sigh and then growl, and he knew that Ali had shivered.