Chapter 2

Author's Note: Hey guys back again early for chapter 2! We are on a roll with this story currently and are having fun writing it as well! Anyway leave a review and hope you enjoy it!

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"Did you have to hit him so hard? I wanted him because of his looks. They won't do me any good if he's damaged."

The voice echoed in Dean's head, each word taking twice as long as it should to complete. Pain dragged at him, making his eyelids feel stiff and heavy. What the hell happened? he wondered. He tried to move, but light streaked across his vision and his stomach flipped.

Okay, moving not a good idea.

After a second the nausea eased and Dean risked opening his eyes again. The entire world appeared as if someone had painted it in watercolors but at least it stayed in one place. The man who had been talking earlier was still talking, another deeper voice interjecting whenever the first ran out of breath.

"I thought Mr. Crowley explained it to you, Mr. Nox:," said the second voice. "You're being given the opportunity of a lifetime. The chance to own one of the Winchester brothers! His head will heal-and his pretty boy looks with it."

"Hopefully," murmured Nox. He moved, the purple color of his shirt smearing across Dean's vision as the man moved closer. His face came into focus and Dean's gut clenched when he caught a look at the man's eyes. They were black, corner to corner. A demon, Dean's sluggish mind supplied. The word acted like a bucket of ice poured over him and Dean swore, his memory of the last few minutes returning. He tried to move but his ankles and wrists were bound tight, what felt like coarse rope pinning his arms behind him.

Oh, fuck me, he thought as Nox smiled.

Dean looked up at Nox as he walked closer to him and sent him a nasty glare.

"Well it's nice to see that you're finally awake, Dean," he said with false cheerfulness.

Dean turned his head over to where he knew his brother was probably captured as well. Sure enough when he saw Sam he was tied to a chair, bound. He then noticed the other demon that was staring at him at the moment. Everything began to fall into place when he remembered what the demons were talking about before he had came to full consciousness. They're going to try to possess me and Sammy, he thought as he looked back over to Sam.

Sam was currently bound with his hands back behind him. Sam's head rolled forward so that his hair covered his eyes, obscuring his face from view. Dean then noticed that both demons held knives in their hands. Both of the knives curved down to the tip and even he could see that they were extremely sharp. He narrowed his eyes at the demon that was in front of him as he saw him take a step closer, making him directly in front of him.

"So here's how it's going to work, Dean. I'm going to use this knife on your little anti-possession tattoo and we're going to kill some innocents. Tarnish up those pretty souls of yours a bit more. How does that sound?" he said, smiling down at Dean.

"How does that sound?" Dean bared his teeth. "How about you shove it where the sun doesn't shine?" He turned away from the demon just as the other demon poured a bucket of water over Sam's head.

"Rise and shine Sammy boy!" The demon hollered. Sam's head snapped up, spitting out water in painful gasps, unfocused eyes rolling as consciousness fought the rude awakening. The demon brought the knife up so that Sam could see it and his eyes widened.

"Now, how about we take care of the tattoo, Sammy?" Sam glared at the demon, fighting fear. He remembered the first time he was possessed by Meg and how he had almost killed his brother in the end because of it. He didn't want that to happen again. His eyes fell on his brother's prone body. Blood ran from a messy cut over Dean's forehead, but his eyes were clear. Anger and fear rolled across Dean's face and Sam swallowed back a scream as the knife bit into his chest, ripping through the edge of the tattoo.

The demon smiled as blood oozed out and pushed the knife in a bit further making Sam's face contort as he fought with everything in him not to make a sound. He thought he heard Dean yelling, but his brothers threats were drowned by the roaring in his ears. "So brave," murmured the demon, breath hot against Sam's cold cheek. "That's what I like about you, Winchesters: you never give up." The demon stood, knife pulling free of Sam's flesh. The demon studied the ruined tattoo for a moment before turning back to Dean.

Dean's eyes widened, but all he did was smirk at the demon as he hunkered down besides him and pulled his shirt away from his chest. "You know the last person to get this close to me was a lot prettier than you," Dean said to the demon, that damn smirk never leaving his face. "You sure you want to compete with a gorgeous blond who could get her leg behind her head?"

For a second Sam was sure Dean had gone to far. The demon stiffened. And then he laughed, head tipping towards the ceiling. The demon named Nox laughed as well, his chins wagging as the ugly sound ripped from him.

"Do you hear that, Nox?" said the demon holding the knife. "I'm being compared to one of Dean Winchester's many conquests. Do you imagine you'll be able to have as many when you're within his skin?"

Nox's chuckled. "I would hope so, Corvalis. Or less I will be filing a complaint."

Corvalis' shook his head, knife dipping down to run gently across the exposed skin of Dean's throat. "Oh, I'm sure all your needs will be satisfactorily met, Nox. After all, you and Mr. Crowley did make a deal."

"Crowley? What the hell do you mean?" Sam demanded. He pulled at his bonds, rage and surprise making him forget how tightly he was bound. His eyes met Dean's as Corvalis turned, black eyes like an oil slick as they found Sam.

"Does that surprise you, young Winchester? It shouldn't. After all, those who deal with demons often have terrible fates." The smile that slid across the demon's face as he spoke made Sam's gut turn over. That look spoke of evil. Centuries of it.

"Yack, yack, yack," said Dean pulling Corvalis' attention back to him. "Can we just get on with this already?"

"You wish to get on with it? It is not often that I hear such from one such as you." Corvalis sounded amused, but he did as Dean said and moved back to the oldest Winchester.

"Get away from him," said Sam. His voice came out weak even to his own ears. What is wrong with you? he wondered, eyes unable to tear away as Corvalis dug into Dean's chest, slashing the tattoo apart in one movement, like one would tear through paper.

Dean's head thunked once against the floor, but other than that he gave no sign that the knife had hurt him.

You, stupid, stubborn idiot, thought Sam as Corvalis stood, wiping the knife off on a silk handkerchief.

"Is it time?" asked Nox, fat hands rubbing together, tongue licking at red lips.

The look Corvalis shot Nox was full of loathing, but he nodded, motioning to two demons Sam had not noticed before. They leaked out of the shadows and came to a halt on either side of Sam. Corvalis smiled at Sam. "Do not unbind him until I tell you too," he said.

Both demons nodded, black eyes locked on a spot somewhere over Corvalis' head. Nodding to himself, Corvalis turned to Nox. "You will have your turn once I am in my vessel."

Nox's lips tightened in displeasure. "Get on with it then. The night is wasting away."

"I am aware," said Corvalis dryly. He walked forward until he was nearly nose to nose with Sam. He smiled, that cold reptilian smile that had turned Sam's stomach before. "This won't hurt," he said.

"Don't you touch him," Dean yelled from the floor. The muscles in his neck bunched and chorded as he struggled to get loose. Corvalis didn't even turn. Instead he grasped Sam's chin, tilted his own head back, mouth gaping open farther than any human's jaw had a right to. An inhuman scream bubbled up from deep inside of Corvalis and black smoke poured forth, the stench of sulfur spreading into the room like a poison.

"No!" screamed Dean.

It was the last thing Sam heard before the black smoke boiled through the air between him and Corvalis, tunneling into Sam's mouth, blasting apart lips and teeth clenched tight against it, and disappearing down Sam's throat. And as the last of the smoke slid past his lips, all the bits that made up Sam Winchester-his thoughts, his memories, his emotions-were blasted away like leaves in the face of a hurricane. He thought he tried to scream and then the last of him blew away into the dark.