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Chapter 5

"How do you kill a demon?" Dean demanded, and Sam grinned.

"Magic."

Dean blinked and shook his head, no…Sammy had really said Magic. "Are you out of your mind? Magic is evil, look what she did to us!" he snarled, standing up from the table where they'd eaten, and Sam just let him rage, able to feel Dean's fear and anger.

"That was demon given magic Dean. Weren't you listen? I set the spell on you, she showed me, but I cast it."

Dean froze as that really sank in. "She made you deal with a demon?" they had to fix it, he was not losing Sammy to some demon.

"No. Not all magic is given by demons. We've used spells and wards for years. John used wards to supress my magic. I'm a natural witch Dean, born with magic. Jess said I'm very powerful and I understand now, she was siphoning my power to help her own spells."

Dean just stared at Sammy…he was born with magic? Why hadn't Dad said anything? How had he found out and why supress it? Had that hurt Sammy? "Born?"

"Born. When I got to Stanford…I didn't understand why I felt so different, free, I could feel something inside me, but I didn't understand it. Now I do, I can control it. I know in theory how to kill a demon, I just need one to practice on. Magic doesn't mean evil, Dean. Do you think I'm evil?" Sam let his magic rise, knowing his eyes would be shimmering gold with power, even as he stood as well, and Dean stared, unable to stop the shiver of arousal at seeing Sammy like that. All his training said this was wrong but…it was Sammy…he trusted Sammy…

"So, we hunt and keep an eye out for a demon for you to practice on," Dean finally said, and Sammy cocked his head to one side.

"Why should we hunt? Hunters are evil," Sam stated seriously, shocking Dean again.

"What? Hunters protect people," he snapped back.

Sam tensed, instinctively reaching for the slave bond and then watching as Dean relaxed, anger leeching away as the bond strengthened, until he stood, eyes lowered and empty of self-awareness. Sam sat down, staring at Dean, who dropped to his knees, awaiting orders and Sam was torn, he could make Dean accept the truth, that hunters were evil with no effort and it was so tempting. He reached out to run his fingers through Dean's hair and Dean sighed in pleasure, leaning into his touch. "Look at me Dean," he commanded, and Dean lifted his head, staring at him in idolisation and Sam noticed the gold had spread through Dean's eyes, not noticeable normally but now it was glowing softly, making his eyes extremely exotic looking. He pressed his lips to Dean's and Dean melted into the kiss, giving himself to Sam. Sam pulled back, maybe the right thing to do would be to explain what made hunters evil but he didn't want to. "Listen carefully Dean, hunters are evil and must be destroyed. Say it."

"Hunters are evil and must be destroyed," Dean parroted obediently.

"Good boy," Sam rewarded him with another kiss. "You know this instinctively, no matter what anyone else tries to tell you. Remember, you were a hunter until we saved you. You said it yourself, you were a monster. Now sit in the chair." Once Dean was sitting Sam pulled back from the bond, watching awareness spill back into Dean's eyes, the glow of gold fading.

Dean blinked, hadn't he been standing? Had he blacked out?

"Why should we hunt? Hunters are evil," Sam stated seriously, as if nothing had happened and Dean slowly nodded, yes, Sammy was right. Hunters were monsters, he'd been a monster. He had loved the hunt, killing…things…he'd been wrong.

"I'm sorry Sammy. But…maybe we could be good hunters? Help everyone instead of just humans. We could…hunt the hunters?" Dean offered, they could be what hunters thought they were, protectors.

Sam thought about it and then nodded, it would keep Dean happy and complacent. "Alright," he agreed. "Dean, do you know what a slave bond is?"

Dean shook his head, but that was over now so what did it matter? "It turned me into a mindless puppet but that's gone now."

"Dean the only way to break the bond is death, and the slave never survives their Master. You're only alive because you were bound to both of us."

"But I'm me, not your slave," Dean denied even as part of him wanted Sammy's words to be true, to belong so completely to someone. To have no worries, to be cared for… so tempting…

Sam watched as Dean spaced out, who would have thought Dean Winchester would ever want to submit like that? Though the way he had always given in to anything John said…maybe that should have been a clue. "Dean," he whispered, drawing Dean back and green eyes slowly focused on him.

"Slave?"

"I managed to break the barrier in your mind that kept you from your memories, but I can't free you. I don't know how it will affect you over time." Maybe Dean would build a resistance to the bond…or he'd go the other way and become a willing slave, maybe somewhere in the middle, there wasn't exactly a lot of literature on this. Sam slowly lifted his hand to rest against Dean's cheek, seeing him swallow against the collar. "Anything supernatural we run into will know Dean, they'll know you're mine even before they see the collar," and that was something Sam definitely liked, he wanted everyone to know Dean was his for eternity.

Dean swallowed, touching the collar, everyone would know? What the hell?

"Relax Dean, it's nothing to be ashamed about, you know you were a monster before but now you're safe," Sam watched closely to ensure that even with the bond loose Dean would react according and sure enough Dean nodded.

"Yes…I was a monster," he knew that. "Thank you, Sammy, for saving me."

"We save each other. Why don't you start looking for a hunt?"

Dean nodded and went to get the laptop, going to work. He worked quietly while Sam explored the cabin and the many books until Dean finally spoke up. "Sammy?"

"Yes Dean?"

"You said I've got a broken bond to…her. Can someone else use it?" he looked up at his brother, worried and Sm paused to think.

"It would take a powerful natural witch so don't worry," he smiled reassuringly, "we're rarer than hens' teeth."

Dean nodded, reassured, and went back to work. A few hours later he grinned. "I found something." He felt Sammy moved up behind him, leaning against his chair. "Lake Manitoc, Wisconsin. Last week Sophie Carlton, eighteen, walks into the lake, doesn't walk out. Authorities dragged the water; nothing. Sophie Carlton is the third Lake Manitoc drowning this year. None of the other bodies were found either. They had a funeral two days ago," Dean quickly explained what he had found, he really wanted a hunt, to feel normal.

"Alright, sounds interesting. Want some lunch?"

"Yeah," Dean glanced at Sammy as is brother moved around the kitchen. He remembered a gangly, sometimes clumsy kid but now…he moved smoothly, elegantly almost and it was distracting. He forced his attention back to research, what was wrong with him? Sammy was his brother! Why was he feeling this stuff? He shook his head in confusion.

Sam put a plate with a healthy sandwich down and Dean looked at it, nose wrinkling and Sam smiled, reaching out to gently tap Dean's nose. "It's good for you Dean, you need to eat healthy," power backed his words and Dean obediently took the sandwich and began to eat before shaking off the vague state the order had created. They worked in silence until after dinner. "Come on Dean, we'll start out in the morning."

"Alright," Dean put the laptop away and went to the room he'd woken in, looking around for something to sleep in.

"Looking for something?" Sammy asked, coming up behind him, hands settling on Dean's hips, where his pants rested, and Dean startled at the touch. He went to move away but Sammy held firm.

"Sam!" he yelped. "What are you doing?" he demanded as warm fingers caressed his skin. He bit his lip as Sam leant down to whisper in his ear.

"I know you feel it Dean, I saw you watching me," Sam whispered before nibbling on Dean's ear. The old Dean would never have looked at him like that, would hit him for this but instead he could feel the strain in Dean's body as old instincts and new warred within him. "I want you Dean," he purred, bending further to nip at Dean's throat above the collar and Dean gasped, hands gripping Sam's lower arms, as a thrill of arousal shot through him.

"I…you're…." he groaned as Sammy moved so an arm was wrapped around Dean's waist, freeing one hand to stroke down his hip. "Brothers!" He gasped out.

"So? We were always too close. I know you like this Dean, I've seen you lost in ecstasy beneath me before," Sam purred in his ear, he wasn't using the bond, he wanted Dean to willingly surrender. He hadn't tried to hit him yet at least, that had to be a good sign.

What? That would explain…Dean moaned…how Sammy knew where to touch him. What had they done before with her? images flashed before his eyes, the sight of Sammy's bare body above him, hands on his body.

Sam smiled as the fight seeped out of Dean, his head going back on Sam's shoulder, offering his throat as he let Sam take his weight, body boneless in Sam's grip as he surrendered to the sensations. A whisper of magic and they were both naked and Sam swept Dean up into his arms, carrying him to the bed where he lay Dean down, moving to recline over him even as Dean blinked up at him in shock at the move, cheeks flushing suddenly in embarrassment. "Beautiful," Sam murmured, caressing warm skin and Dean squirmed.

"S..Sammy! I..I can't…wrong…" Dean babbled, sense kicking in, and then Sammy's hand touched him and he groaned in pleasure.

"Does this feel wrong Dean?" Sam asked, stroking him as Dean writhed. His mind might be against this, but his body knew Sammy's touch and reacted eagerly to it.

"No…please…more…" Dean begged as he gasped, back arching a little to press into Sammy's firm touch. Why had they never done this before?

Sam smiled, looking down into lust filled green eyes before summoning a jar he had filled earlier while Dean was looking for a hunt. He dipped his fingers in and began preparing Dean, murmuring a spell as he did so. The potion and spell interacted, making a small change to Dean's body that no one else would ever notice. From now on Dean wouldn't need preparing for sex, his body would be able to take Sam whenever he pleased. It was different this time, Dean was an active participant, no longer utterly submissive, and it was also very good. "I love you," Sam whispered as they lay entwined together after, Dean exhausted.

"Sammy…." Dean mumbled, and Sam smiled as he felt Dean fall asleep against him.

The next morning Dean was submissive, obedient, and it was tempting to remain in the cabin to enjoy his state, it wasn't like Dean would know, but Sam got them into the car and on the road as Dean sat, staring out the window, the gold in his eyes glowing slightly. Dean remained in the car except for a bathroom break and when they took a motel room he knelt on the floor, eating from Sam's hand. Sam was trying to work out of there was a pattern to Dean's slave days, it would be annoying and potentially dangerous if it happened at the wrong time.

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Azazel smirked as John Winchester himself was dragged into his current abode, bruised and bleeding but glaring in rage. "Welcome John. We have a lot of work to do together."

"I'll never help you!"

Azazel smirked. "You won't have a choice. That bitch cleansed dear Sammy of my blood and freed his magic, magic you kept bound. Did you know you could have killed him? Or don't you care, just one more dead monster? And what about poor Dean? You should have warned him, then maybe he wouldn't have fallen under the spell so easily. How does it feel to have one son a witch and the other a slave?"

John's eyes widened in shock and then he glared harder. "Demons lie."

Azazel chuckled, and John fought hard as the black smoke poured from the man in front of him and poured down his throat until John's body straightened up, eyes yellow, as the demon showed him the images of Dean, face blank, holding a flame to the Impala, Sam throwing magic around. And then the demon left him. "Chain him up," he ordered his lackies as the unresisting, in shock, John was dragged away. John was a threat to Sammy and his plans, originally, he had planned to eventually possess the man and go after the boys once Sammy had been hunting again but those plans were being adjusted.

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Dean knocked on the door, excited to be on the hunt, letting it take his mind off what had happened with Sammy the other night. A man opened the door and Dean sobered. "Will Carlton?"

"Yeah, that's right."

"I'm Agent Ford. This is Agent Hamill," Dean offered as they held up fake id, once that had been altered with magic to help make people trust them, that would make things a lot easier. "We're with the US Wildlife Service."

Will nodded and led them around to the dock where Bill Carlton was sitting on a bench. "She was about a hundred yards out. That's where she got dragged down."

"And you're sure she didn't just drown?" Sam asked, stretching out with his magic to the lake.

"Yeah. She was a varsity swimmer. She practically grew up in that lake. She was as safe out there as in her own bathtub."

"So no splashing? No signs of distress?" Sam pushed, frowning slightly.

"No, that's what I'm telling you."

"Did you see any shadows in the water? Maybe some dark shape breach the surface?" Dean asked.

"No. Again, she was really far out there."

"You ever see any strange tracks by the shoreline?" Sam asked.

"No, never. Why? Why, what do you think's out there?" Will asked in confusion and a little alarm.

"We'll let you know as soon as we do," Dean headed for the car, but Sam looked at Bill.

"What about your father?" Sam asked, and Dean froze, feeling dumb for not asking. "Can we talk to him?"

Will looked at his father and then Sam. "Look, if you don't mind, I mean...he didn't see anything and he's kind of been through a lot."

"We understand," Sam hook his hand and joined Dean at the car. "Well it's not a creature," he said as he drove into town, Dean in the passenger seat.

"You can tell?" Dean asked in excitement, that would really cut down on research and Sam chuckled, happy to see Dean so happy over magic.

"Yeah, there's something unnatural out there, something dead."

"Oh," Dean thought it over. "So, is it something to hunt or protect?"

"Dead usually means a hunt," Sam gently squeezed Dean's hand. "It's okay, you're learning the truth now," he reassured him, and Dean nodded.

They drove around until they found a motel and booked a room, with only one bed. Dean knew he had loved what had happened, he'd never felt pleasure that intense before, but he could admit to still being hung up over being brothers a bit. But it made Sammy happy to sleep together. Thankfully Sammy drew out the laptop and Dean sat beside him, still dressed in white and gold and collared. He didn't know that Sam was casting an illusion on him to make it seem like he was dressed appropriately for whatever the situation was, the clothes felt good and normal to Dean.

"So, there's the three drowning victims this year," Sam commented, he usually left this to Dean now, but he was better at digging out older information.

"Any before that?"

"Yeah… Six more spread out over the past thirty-five years. Those bodies were never recovered either. If there is something out there, it's picking up its pace."

"You said it's dead, so what could it be? Could a ghost do this?" Dean asked curiously.

"Whatever it is out there, no one's living to talk about it," he scrolled to the comments section of an article.

Dean pointed at it. "Wait, Barr, Christopher Barr."

"Christopher Barr, the victim in May." Sam clicked a link, opening a new page. LOCAL MAN IN TRAGIC ACCIDENT. "Christopher Barr took his son Lucas out swimming, Lucas was on a floating wooden platform when Chris drowned. Two hours before the kid got rescued." Sam clicked the picture for a better look, then scratched his head. "Maybe we have an eyewitness after all," he grinned at Dean. "Good job seeing that." Dean shrugged off the praise.

They got directions to the Barr place and Dean knocked. "Hi. I'm Agent Ford. This is Agent Hamill. We were hoping to speak with Lucas about his Father's accident."

"I'm sorry, Lucas hasn't spoken since that day."

"Can we at least try?" Sam smiled at her flashing adorable dimples to distract from the flick of his fingers, sending out a trust spell and she wavered before slowing letting them in.

"He's in his room, upstairs."

"Thank you," Dean smiled, and they went upstairs where they found the boy silently playing. "Hi Lucas, I'm Dean and this is Sammy. We're here to stop whatever killed your Dad." Lucas looked up, staring at them and the brothers knelt to be at his height. Lucas turned back to his drawings and Dean frowned, moving to draw with him. "Maybe you don't think anyone will listen to you, or, uh...or believe you. I want you to know that I will. You don't even have to say anything. You could draw me a picture about what you saw that day, with your dad, on the lake?" Dean tried. The kid just kept drawing and he looked at Sam.

"How about this," Sam offered, picking up one the boys toy soldiers. "You think really hard about what happened and then blow on this. We'll then be able to see what happened and you won't remember," Sam smiled when the boy looked up at him, obviously unimpressed. "I promise Lucas."

Lucas hesitated, obviously unsure but then he closed his eyes and blew on the soldier. He opened his eyes and then swayed before crumpling to the floor, asleep.

"Sammy?" Dean gently shifted the boy into a more comfortable and natural position.

"When he wakes up he'll know his Dad is dead, but he won't remember anything else about it." Sam stood and put the soldier in his pocket. They left the house and returned to the motel where Sam pulled the memory free of the toy and placed it in a bowl of water where it played like a movie. "Definitely a ghost."

"But whose?" Dean asked, so they dove back into the research, looking for any young boys who died in or near the lake. They didn't know that there was another death while they worked, Will Carlton was dead, drowned in his own sink. "What about this?" Dean yawned, rubbing his eyes as he pointed at an article.

"Peter Sweeney went missing thirty-five years ago…no sign ever found," Sam pondered, looking at records of the time. "Look at the school photo, that's Bull Carlton standing with him."

"So how do we stop him without his bones?"

"Cleanse the lake," Sam answered, opening up the bag with magical supplies. Once he had what was needed they headed for the lake, getting there just before sunup.

Dean helped where he could and then watched in awe as Sam cast, eyes gold. The lake shimmered, the waters writhing and then everything went still. Sam grinned and then groaned, hands going to his head as his knees buckled. "Sammy!" Dean caught him, going down with him, cradling him close, panicking over seeing him in such pain. Sam hadn't done anything really big since Jess died, everything had been in support of things already there or to activate a potion. "It's okay, I've got you," he gently ran his fingers through Sammy's hair, feeling him gripping his shirt tight. Dean dragged him up and to the Impala, rushing back to the motel, needing to be safe behind the wards. Sam slowly recovered and wasn't at all surprised when Dean revered to a slave, this time he was sure there was a trigger, his fear and inability to deal with it.

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She smiled as she listened to the rumours, pushing back long red locks. Finally, after so long, another powerful natural witch had appeared. She didn't know anything about them yet, but she would, she would ensure they learnt the truth and then she would have help in her crusade against demons.

TBC…