Wow, long updates. I really hope that I did this chapter justice. I was really into writing it, and I hope that I didn't go overboard with the Sammy torture.

Chapter 3

Inner Demons

Sam was going through withdrawals; again. This time, however, it was far worse. Sam had loaded up on demon blood only two days earlier, and he had felt the pain creeping up on him ever since he had lifted Renesmée into his lap. Dean had sworn loudly when Sam told him his thoughts, and had nearly broken the southern window-wall in a fit of rage. "Why does this keep happening to us, Sam?! Why is it that when something even remotely good happens to us, some shit has to come and rip away any good feelings that we were having?" Dean dropped down onto his bed, burying his head in his hands. "First I get you back, and then Jess dies. We find Dad, we all nearly get ripped apart by Devas. You finally get laid, and then you have to kill the girl because she's a werewolf. And then; the best batch of cookies yet! You die and I save you, and we kill Azazel, and then I go to Hell. We wake Bobby up with that Dream root crap, and Bela steals the Colt. Next-"

A knock at the door interrupted Dean in his depressed rant. "Um, excuse me boys? Did I hear you talking about the Colt? And Bela Talbot?" Carlisle poked his head in the door, taking in the depressing scene, but not mentioning it. "Yeah. Do you know her, Car?" Dean asked gruffly, his voice thick with unshed tears. "Aro mentioned her to me. He bought the Colt from her." Both boys' heads launched up into the air to stare at the vampire who had just revealed the location of the Holy Grail.

"Carlisle…can you get it?" Sam asked, wincing as another spike of withdrawal shot through him.

"I can ask Aro for it. He doesn't know what it is for, I don't think, he just knows that it is a rare and exquisite piece. We are not exactly on good terms, however, so I'm not sure how well it will work out in the end.

"Are you okay, Sam?" He had obviously seen Sam's pain, despite how well Dean knew he was hiding it. "Yeah, I'm okay." He replied, his voice sounding normal to any ears but Dean's; he could hear the lie, feel the pain in Sam's voice. So could Carlisle. "Now, I may not be Edward, but I can tell when someone's in pain. Being a doctor for almost three-hundred years will tend to do that. Now, Sam, tell me what hurts."

Sam looked at Dean, who sighed in weary resignation, before nodding grimly. Sam took a very deep breath before speaking to the floor. "I am going through withdrawals. I'm a junkie, but not for any drug that you can buy, or find on any market." Sam sat there silently, letting Carlisle make of it what he would. It wasn't going to happen. "What are you addicted to, Sam? There is very little that I haven't seen in my years, and I doubt that you can shock me here."

"Blood. I'm addicted to demon blood. When a demon possesses a human, their blood becomes infected until the demon leaves. I would drink the blood of a possessed person, and it would make my powers so much stronger. I killed the most powerful demon alive, with my mind, Carlisle. My mind! I drained an entire person of her blood, while she watched! The demon handed control back to the human inside, and I bled and drank her, awake!" Dean had never heard this, even though he had known that Sam must have had some help with Lilith. It still surprised him that he had done something so monstrous, but he couldn't condemn his brother; his Sammy still needed him.

Sam's hands flew to his stomach and he curled in on himself, the first major pang of withdrawal hit his stomach. "Sam!" Dean cried out, diving forward to catch his brother before he fell over.

"Dean…It's starting…for real." Sam barely moaned this out and then he was hit with another gut wrenching stab. "Dean, I'll take him up to the medical room we used to use for Bella." Dean nodded and stepped away while Carlisle grabbed his brother gently. "Dean…Don't…ah! Don't leave!" Sam began writhing in Carlisle's icy grip, having a panic attack. Dean was leaving him again, leaving Sam alone to the panic room and the pain.

Sam was set down on a soft surface, but immediately began to struggle. "Dean!" He cried as another bolt of pain wracked his entire body. Sam collapsed limply on the bed, the pain blasting through him and taking away any energy he had. He could hear two voices talking, but he was not lucid enough to make out what they were saying. Footsteps took one of the voices closer to him.

Dean was just as heartless as his first phone message had made him out to be. He had left Sam alone to the tortures of demon blood withdrawal, to be tortured by the figments of his imagination all alone.

Sam began to think of the ways that he could hurt Dean the most, when he felt a warm hand slide through his fingers. Sam's body clenched at the contact, sending another immense prick through his entire system. "Sammy…hey. Hang in there, bud. You're going to be fine. I'm going to stay right here with you. I won't leave, I promise." He heard Dean's voice through the roaring in his ears, the signal that one of his little dreams was going to come and torture him.

"Hello, Sam." He flinched at the voice, knowing that voice better than anyone else's, except for Dean's. Jessica. He thought as a sharp wave of pain rushed through him before taking it all away. He opened his eyes to look at the beautiful brunette standing in front of him. Her eyes were cold and full of anger, blood seeping through the white gown that she was wearing. His mind flashed back to what Azazel had shown him in Cold Oak; his mother had worn a white gown during her death as well. Did he just have a white fetish, or something?

"Yes, Sammy, it's me. Remember me? Jessica? Your fiancé? Or did you forget all about me when you went off with your brother, and killed me?!" Her voice had risen to a pitch he had only heard from her twice, and that was when he really screwed something up. No, Jessica, please. I didn't mean to…I didn't…I'm so sorry! Sam began to moan in his head, unable to find his lips. "You did, Sam. You left me, and let that demon Azazel come in and kill me! It's your fault that I'm dead, Sam. Your fault that we're not married!"

Broken sobs left Sam's lips, and Dean looked up and wondered what was happening. He heard Sam moaning broken apologies, begging for forgiveness, before he started screaming. Sam's screams shattered Dean's ears, and the remains of his heart. Sam's hand was ripped from his to clench his stomach, clawing at a wound that wasn't there.

"Well, Sammy, I'm going to show you exactly how it felt for me to die. You are going to just sit there at watch, like the good little husband that you should have been." Sam had never hated Jess's voice, but he could not stand it. It had achieved a cruel whine that grated his ears and turned his brain into cottage cheese. He then saw the long, serrated knife that Jessica was holding. "Scream for me, Sammy." She said, and then plunged the knife deep into his stomach, pulling a long, ragged hole into the flesh. Sam screamed his lungs out, clawing at the knife that Jessica was dragging across and through his stomach. Blood gushed from the wound, and Sam could feel his intestines being shredded as the knife dug deeper into his body, forcing his eyes tightly shut against the pain. The knife scraped his spine, and that's when everything changed.

He heard a man's voice say, "Hey, Jess, nice to meet you! Now get off my brother!" followed by the sound of flesh cracking against bone. The pressure on the knife was immediately gone, relieving Sam of a small portion of the pain he felt coming from his stomach. He opened his eyes and gasped as the pull of his muscles tortured his ruined stomach, but he managed to keep them open. He saw Jess rising from the wall, while Dean stood at his left side, glaring at the spot where Jessica had been.

"Sammy, are you okay? Can you hear me?" Dean asked, looking down at his brother. He had heard him begging Jess of all people, not to hurt him. He had to find some way to stop the pain and was about to slap Sam awake when Edward entered the room. "Hit Jess." Dean looked at him like he was crazy, but figured that he knew what he was talking about. He turned to find where he thought 'Jess' might be, and hauled off and punch the air.

"So, you're choosing him over me again?!" Jessica screeched at Sam. Sam fought against the pain raging in his stomach and the ache growing between his ears from her shrill voice. "I'm going to finish my job." Her voice had turned icy and calm and she raised her hand instead of approaching him.

Fire exploded all around him, torching and cauterizing the wound in his stomach. He screamed and begged for Jess to stop, but he could no longer see; the fire had burned out his eyes.

Sam had started screaming again, and he looked towards Edward to find out what to do. Edward had clutched his hands to his eyes though, and apologetically fled the room. And the house. Dean was all alone on this one. "Sam, come on! Snap out of it, man! Jess is gone! She can't…" Dean cut off his words as he realized that even though she was dead, there was still every possibility that she could come back and hurt him. Why Sam's sweet little fiancé would do that, he had no clue, but if Sam's demon blood was any factor in this, he had an idea of what he had to do.

He cleared his throat and began to recite: "Exorcizamus te, omnis…" he trailed off as Sam's screams ended abruptly, worried that something bad had happened. He bent to check his brother's pulse, but jumped back the instant his fingers touched, Sam screaming bloody murder. "Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus," Sam thrashed on the bed as he chanted, fighting the exorcism that should not have been able to hurt him.

Jess had stopped burning him the second Dean had started exorcizing her. She turned to Sam and said, "Fine. If I'm going down, I'm going to at least take a piece of you with me." She had then run up and plunged her hand into Sam's cauterized wound, grabbing his liver. He had screamed and Dean's exorcism started again, his screams rising in pitch and power as Jess ripped his internal organs out, one by one. She had just torn open his chest to take his heart when she was gone. Jess melted into black smoke and disappeared into the floor; the pain faded into black as she vanished.

Dean finished the exorcism, and a small puff of smoke leaving Sam's mouth was the only indication that anything had happened. Sam's screaming ceased, but he did not wake. Dean dropped into the chair that he had pulled up next to Sammy's bed, and rested his forehead on his brother's arm.

The next three days passed in a horrible blur for Dean; a blur filled with the near-dying screams of his little brother. Every drop of demon blood that Sam had drank was coming back to bite him, full force. Every drop was an exorcism that Dean performed, taking just that much more of Sam's long-term pain. The last day was the worst, and the worst fit that Sam had was the last. The demon in him had decided to make a final stand, fighting to drag Sam into death by pain alone.

Sam opened his eyes to see Dean standing at the foot of his bed. He tried to stand up, but his arms were tied and so were his ankles, and his chest was strapped down as well. He wasn't wearing any clothes, but his brother didn't seem to notice. "Dean?" He had asked, but the only response was his brother's cold smile as he removed a blood-red knife from his pocket. "Well, Sammy. Nice time for a little chat." Dean pressed the blade into Sam's shin and cut, walking up towards Sam's face as he drew a deep gash over Sam's right leg. Sam gasped and clenched his teeth against the pain, but it was hard to hold it all in.

Dean continued to draw the knife up Sam's skin until he had cut a straight line from the top of his ankle to just below his collar bone. Sam felt the cut stinging, and he could feel the blood oozing quickly from it, but he could do nothing to stop the pain. "You know, Sam: This is entirely your fault." Sam sighed as he heard the familiar beginning to the same conversation that he had had with different people over the last four weeks. Dean pressed the knife into Sam's clavicle and growled at him. "You pay attention when I listen, boy. You owe me that much. After all, it's your fault that I went to Hell.

"I died and became a monster, Sam, because of you. I'm not some pansy ghost that decided to haunt you from beyond the grave." Sam locked onto his brother's eyes and noted the black that had consumed them; his brother was a demon. "Very good, Sammy! I knew that you could figure it out. Now, what's your prize? How about this?" Dean then cut three very neat lines into Sam's upper right arm, connecting them. He then slid the knife underneath the flap of skin that was formed and cut. Sam cried out as Dean began to cut the skin from his arm, and then began a full on scream when he grabbed the skin with his fingers and pulled; pulled slowly and sharply.

Dean heard his brother scream, and noticed Sam struggling against nothing. He was acting as though he were tied down; his wrists and legs were outstretched, pinned to the edge of the bed as though held there by handcuffs. "Exorcizamus te…" He began the chant for probably the hundred-thirtieth time in the last three days. He could now recite that particular exorcism backwards, forwards and in his sleep.

Dean began to pull on Sam's skin as he began to chant. "Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, yada yada yada." Dean took the knife and cut clean the long strip of skin that he had just torn from Sam's arm, tossing it onto the younger man's face. His voice was bored and sarcastic as he continued. "I cast you out, unclean spirit, along with every Satanic power of the enemy…blah. You know," he began talking to Sam again as he cut another flap, this time on Sam's chest. He gripped and ripped the flap straight across his pectorals as he talked as though nothing was happening. "You know, some people would think that I was brilliant. I mean come on! I know a single exorcism by heart, and I can give you the English translation; that's pretty cool! What I don't know, however, is that that exorcism is too low-key for what I'm dealing with right now." He had left the skin attached, but then he yanked out, ripping the skin away instead of cutting it. Sam screamed even more and continued to howl as his torture continued.

"Dean, stop! Please, please Dean! De-aaahhh!" Dean flinched again as his brother cried out for him to stop what he was doing. The only problem was that he had finished the exorcism nearly five minutes ago. He had tried punching the air all around Sammy's bed; he had tried drawing a Devil's trap on the floor. He had tried everything he could think of to help his little brother; nothing was working. Dean was looking his brother over, when he noticed something sticking out from his brother's sweat-soaked t-shirt. Dean grasped it and ripped it open to bare Sam's chest, and gasped. He had a small black lump on the center of his sternum, and Dean could tell that that was the cause of his brother's pain. "Carlisle!" He screamed, already thinking in big words. He needed supplies.

Sam was bleeding like crazy now. He barely had any skin left on his body, and the little that was left was covered by the dead flaps on skin that had been thrown onto his face. Dean had torn away every inch of skin below his neck, cut off three of his toes with scissors, and had removed very important parts from Sam's body with a butter knife, after smashing them with a hammer. Three times.

Sam suddenly felt all of the skin resting on his face being thrown off, and blinked into the light painfully. Of course, everything was painful right now. "It's time for your eye drops, Sammy." Dean cooed as he lifted a small clear bottle that looked like it contained contact solution. Dean pried Sam's left eye open and poured in a single drop. Sam went blind as his left eye began to burn. Sam screamed and arched against the table as his eye was being burned from its socket; just like Pamela's had been. He then felt the burning drops all over his body; his chest, his legs, his arms, his neck, into his mouth. He coughed and gagged as the drops burned their way down his throat and permeated his bared muscles. Dean coughed lightly and said "Oh, bother." Before taking an ice cream scoop and plunging it into Sam's stomach.

Dean sprinkled the Holy water all over Sam's body. It hissed at every touch, but it began to sizzle and pop, releasing steam, when it touched the black bulb on his chest. Carlisle took the scalpel and eased it into the black spot, pulling back after he had drawn a straight line of one inch. The black oozed from the wound and dripped slowly down Sam's side. Dean began the more powerful exorcism that he had just found in his father's journal. "Humiliare sub potenti manu Dei…"

Sam had been stripped of his skin and had his organs ripped out four times. Every time Dean finished with just barely not killing Sam, Sam was made whole again and Dean started all over. The pain never got any easier, and Dean just continued to make 'pleasant conversation' with him. Sam blinked as he was made whole once again, but did not feel the first incision that would start every round. He opened his newly-healed eyes and saw Dean standing at the foot of his bed, smoking from every part of his body. "Well, Sammy, I hope that you're happy. This is what you put me through, for dying. This is what I got, every day, for forty years. Forty years Sam! You have had it for four days; a fraction of the torture that I went through. Alistair was better than me, too. He would have had you howling your father's ears off before he had even touched you. You won't feel this pain anymore, Sam, but you will always, always know what you did. What you did to all of us." Every member of Sam's tormenting crew suddenly appeared behind Dean as smoke poured from each of them. They all came up to him and whispered into his ear, their fowl breath stinging his eyes and burning his ears. The smoke was billowing as they finished their synchronized speech, overtaking every figure as they disappeared into the darkness. Dean remained last, only his face visible in the smoke. "Hold onto your brother, Sam. He went through Hell to save you, and he would do it again. Don't betray him again." The smoke overtook Dean then, and Sam collapsed into the bed, dark unconsciousness overtaking him.

"te rogamus, audi nos." Dean finished the powerful exorcism, and the last of the black ooze dropped to the floor and burned away, leaving no sign of its presence. Carlisle stitched up the cut on Sam's sternum and took his vitals quickly. Alice came dancing into the room, a solemn expression on her face as she took in Sam's form. "He'll wake up in an hour, but he won't move before then. Go and take a shower, Dean, eat something. Trust me; he'll still be here when you get back." She gently grabbed him and began pulling him out the door, using her gentle vampire strength to pull him without hurting him when he resisted. He finally gave in, bolting forward and out of sight towards the bathroom.

Alice stood there for several seconds, before a vision flashed before her eyes.

"I want to build a demon-proof sanctuary. I will need tons of materials, and it will cost a lot…"

She gasped as the vision played out, revealing the masterpiece that Sam would design over the next week. He was tired of being the Demon's play toy; he was going to do something to help them fight back. Alice ripped out her phone and dialed a number only used once before. "Yeah, Parker? It's Alice. Listen, I am going to need a lot of iron…"

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Sam's eyes opened, and the first thing that they saw was Dean. He flinched into the bed, but realized that he wasn't chained up anymore. "Hey, Sammy. Sammy, calm down. I'm not going to hurt you. I promise." Dean gently began brushing his brother's face with the back of his hand, a gesture that used to soothe Sam more than anything else. It worked again, his brother relaxing marginally and leaning into Dean's touch. "That's a good boy, Sammy. Just calm down."

Sam slowly sat up after several minutes of Dean's calming gestures and words. He brought his eyes up to meet Dean's, and Dean could see the tortured pain filling his eyes. Sam suddenly grabbed Dean in a bone-crushing hug that should have been impossible for the younger man. "I'm so, so sorry, Dean. I know exactly what you went through in Hell, and I would have died over, and over again to stop it. I'm so sorry. So sorry…" Sam trailed off as the sobs caused both brothers to tremble. Dean stared ahead vacantly, wondering what his brother had meant. Is that what he was begging for me to stop? Was I…torturing him? Dean's eyes pooled with moisture at the thought. He forced his memory back into the Pit, and he tried to remember every soul that he had put on the rack in that ten years he had been working. He remembered every face, every scream, but none of them had been his Sammy.

Dean sighed in relief and allowed himself to hug his brother back; lending him all the strength he had left. "It's okay, Sammy. I swear, I'll never hurt you again. I'm never going back to Hell, and I will make sure that you never experience it either." Dean knew that it could be an empty promise, but he would die trying to keep it.

Sam let himself fall asleep against his brother's chest, but the words that had been spoken to him in whispers plagued him through his dark sleep.

"WE ARE LEGION, AND YOU HAVE REVIVED US FROM HELL. EVERY DEATH THAT YOU CAUSED HAS ADDED TO US. WE RETURN TO THE PIT NOW, BUT YOU SHALL NEVER BE FREE FROM US. WE AWAIT YOUR ARRIVAL INTO OUR DOMAIN. DEAN MAY HAVE FORGIVEN YOU, BUT YOU CAN NEVER FORGIVE YOURSELF, AND THAT WILL BE YOUR UNDOING."

Please drop me a review, I really want to know what everyone thought! especially of that last line. I really don't know if I did that part of it well, so please let me know your thoughts, and if you have ideas on how to improve it(particularly Legion) let me know! I'm getting better at replying to reviews. ;)