Oh, yeah, everything is unbeta'd. All my mistakes are my own. Also, didn't do quite as many re-reads and edits so there will probably be more mistakes than usual.

Disclaimer: Kripke owns all Supernatural characters. I'm only borrowing them.

Pairing: Dean/Castiel - very graphic. This is my first attempt at something like this because this muse wouldn't leave me alone. Please let me know what you think, constructively.

Overall Warnings: Rated M for swearing, graphic sexual content with S and M undertones, implied forced sexual torture and other adult subject matter.

Author's note: First, I just want to take the time to apologize for the slow updates but to say that life has been a B would be nice. Second, I really need to say that for this chapter . . . I'm sorry!

Chapter 31 – The Demon

"Well, well, well, look at you," a soft sultry voice drawled out from behind him. "Aren't you just the picture of healthy mother-fatherhood? So have you been taking good care of my baby, Baby."

He slowly turned around and spotted one of the few creatures that he'd hoped he'd never, ever see again. Instantly memories of that long night almost five months ago assailed him. He winced at sensations they invoked within him and felt his anger build. He bit out through clenched teeth, "It ain't your baby. Bitch. Just what in the hell are you anyway? Because Asmodeus doesn't claim you."

"Aw, don't you recognize me, Dean?" She cajoled seductively. "After all, we had such a memorable night together. Surely you didn't forget that. Or who I am? I mean, who I resemble? As for Asmo, he never had a great memory."

He eyed the nubile, young Asian woman wearing a long white dress that appeared to be from ancient Greece. He answered hesitantly, "Busty Asian Beauty September '08. Right after I got out of the Pit. Boy, were you a sight for sore eyes back then. Why do all you monsters have to ruin everything good in my life? What? Is there a 'Hunter's Fave Facts Facebook' site out there with my name on it or something?"

"Just wanted to make you feel more at home while I came for my baby," she replied easily. "That is why you're trying to summon me. Right? To let me know the good news. It's okay, baby. I'll take it. I know how you feel about hunters raising kids in the life. A lot like your mother in that aspect."

"Over my dead body, Bitch," Dean snarled warningly. "No one's touching my baby."

"Who said it was yours?" She countered mockingly. "How do you know that any of it is yours?"

"I know," Dean insisted hotly, unwilling to give an inch on this subject.

She cocked her head to the side and studied him. With a wave of her hand, his shirt vanished and he couldn't move. His eyes roamed around the room to find out if everyone else was still frozen. They were, including the archangels which worried him greatly, though he refused to show it.

She suddenly closed the distance between them, causing him to inhale her scent which made his head swim slightly, like he was slightly drunk. He tensed in anticipation, in spite of the buzzed feelingly, but the expected pain from her, or his baby, never came. He frowned slightly, wondering why the baby wasn't reacting the way it normally did when it was near a demon. Maybe it was the collar.

She gently placed her hand over his abdomen and he felt his baby moved slightly against where her hand touched his body. He couldn't tell if it was trying to get away or moving into the touch. He really hoped it was the former.

She smiled softly and offered generously, "Baby's not reacting like you expect it to, is it, Dean? Maybe because it knows its Mommy? Or maybe it's because I'm not a demon? But we both know that you'd never take my word for it. I'll just leave it up to you to decide.

"So do you honestly know?" She prodded relentlessly, returning to the previous subject. "Or are you just hoping? Not that it really matters one way or another. Tell you what I'm willing to take it either way. I just love babies. I could never have enough."

"Listen to me carefully, you demented skank," Dean ordered tightly, thankful that he could at least speak even if he couldn't do anything else. "No one's taking my baby away from me. Ever. Especially some demonic bitch whose looking for her next meal."

"Even if it's a monster?" She prodded earnestly, totally ignoring all the insults being thrown at her.

"It's not," Dean insisted firmly.

"How do you know?" She persisted stubbornly.

"I just do," Dean gritted through clenched teeth.

She tilted her head to the side slightly and narrowed her eyes at him then surmised correctly, "You've been dreaming of it, haven't you? That's why you're so sure." He stubbornly stared back at her with his game face on, unwilling to give her the slightest sign.

She leaned in close to his ear and taunted wickedly, "You do realize that if I really wanted this baby, I could easily take it from you and you couldn't do a single thing about it, just like you cannot move any part of your body right now. If you keep it, it is because I allow it." He only glared at her sullenly, completely aware of the horrible, undisputable truth in her statements.

She stared at him a long moment then took a step back and studied him intently while she asked curiously, "So if you weren't wanting to let me in on the good news, why were you looking for me?" She smiled softly and cocked her head to the side enticingly, "Did you want a repeat performance?"

"In your dreams," he growled irately, in spite of the shudder that ran through him at the memory of those countless hours.

"What then?" She insisted impatiently then commanded firmly. "Speak."

"Just what the hell are you?" Dean snapped out irritably.

She smirked and scoffed, "Nothing that you've ever come up against before."

"Obviously," Dean snarked impatiently.

"Honey, what I am requires more time and explanation than I'm willing to give," she mocked casually. "You'd have a better chance asking for the moon. Now I'm only asking one more time then I'm out of here and I will not respond to any summoning. And, yes, I can do that. Now tell me. What do you want?"

Dean swallowed thickly then asked hoarsely, "What did you do? To me? And Cass. In that warehouse. Did you cause all this?"

She smiled with gentle amusement and shook her head slightly then informed him, "I didn't do anything, Deano, to you. Or your precious angel." He started to argue but she waved and his voice was gone. She strolled around him leisurely as she continued, "I mean, yeah, sure, I lowered some inhibitions that you both had. Of course, in your case, I had to lower them a lot more because you were sooooo hung up on . . . details."

She paused behind him, sparking his paranoia into full spring because he could not turn his neck or body to follow her. He was extremely vulnerable in this position. It reminded him of that night . . .

She leaned forward and spoke in a low, breathless whisper in his ear, "I relaxed your guard, eased your mind and worked you open up to new and varied pleasures that you had been denying yourself. You might say I made your mind, and body, much more accessible to different approaches."

Her voice ghosted over his skin and into his ear. The warm, hot air stimulated him in ways he didn't want to think about while the skank was around him. Her words, especially opened and accessible, brought back specific memories of being slowly worked open physically and all the other things. He felt his jeans tighten in his groin area and fought the desire flowing through him at the memories. He growled low in his throat, angry that this creature got a rise out of him, something that should be reserved for Castiel. Yes, it did disturb him how quickly his mind went to that thought but he didn't have the time to analyze it.

He never knew whether it was because he'd fought the arousal or, because it would have happened either way, but the moment her teeth sunk once again into the old scar on his neck, he groaned desperately, "NO!"

Too late, he felt her venom flow into his body and whimpered in distress. He so did not need this now, especially when Castiel was already cutoff and he was already horny. Not to mention, the fact that he had an extra helping of all these other hormones amping up the intense desire that he already had.

She pulled back, retracting her teeth from his neck, and consoled gently, "Oh, don't worry, darling. It's a new special blend. Delayed reaction this time. Oh, and you'll be happy to know that it will not be passed on to the baby . . . Daddy. You are my first subject so tell me how do you feel? And remember, this is for prosperity." She added clinically as she materialized a notebook and pen.

"Bite . . ." He started to snap out but then he saw her raised eyebrows and remembered that she had already done that. He really didn't want to doses of this crap. He needed to actually think this time before he answered.

"Just peachy," he gritted out tightly. He soon realized that he didn't feel any loss of control yet so he did relax what he could. That is, what she didn't have frozen.

"Why, damn it?" He demanded harshly.

She shrugged then teased lightly, "You have obviously never seen yourself thoroughly aroused. You are just way too hot. You'd make a million in a certain entertainment industry that you love to watch. Besides, I love watching my pets have such a good time. It makes me all dewy."

"I ain't no one's damn pet, lady," Dean hissed out vehemently.

She arched her eyebrows mockingly then smiled widely and told herself aloud, "Maybe I should record it for you this time."

"Yeah, right, in your dreams, Mrs. Anderson. So, Pamela, are you going to tell me what you are or not? A freakin' cupid, right? That's what you are. Making me and Cass go 'cookoo for Cocoa Puffs' over each other," Dean hypothesized desperately because he knew that she had to have done something. In fact, his plan to keep Castiel out of the box depended on that fact.

She ran her hands lightly over his bare torso and arms, caressing him, making his blood rush to the surface and heat his skin, reminding him of when she had primed him so perfectly for Castiel, so very long ago. She continued to slowly circle him as she moved and answered speculatively, "What I am, there's no name for. Mother loved to experiment so. Let's just say that I am older than time but not quite up there with the big guys. I've also been on extended holiday so not much lore on me."

She paused and looked him in the eye before questioning with a slightly purr, "Thinking of killing me, darling? And we've had so much fun together. So much pleasure with just a hint of pain. So much bonding, even."

"You just keep telling yourself that," Dean growled out disagreeably. "Tell me what did you do to us? Because if you didn't do anything, why the hell are we both having these acid-laced, alternate reality crap visions, damn it?"

She paused again and stared at him in honest surprise. "What visions?" Before he could answer, she placed her left palm on his forehand and he saw the alternate reality scenes play through his mind as she apparently called them up to the forefront of his mind. She removed her palm after a soft caress when she finished. She muttered under her breath, "Interesting side effect. Really should've known. Or, at least, guessed." She shrugged nonchalantly and admitted, "Good to know for the future."

Dean rolled his eyes and scoffed sarcastically, "Yeah, sure, anything to help you since you've been, oh, so helpful in return. Not so big no the quid pro quo, huh, Clarisse?"

She eyed him with obvious annoyance then observed sardonically, "Yeah, they sure were right about you."

"They?" Dean questioned pointedly.

She sighed heavily, completely ignoring the question, and informed him one last time, "I told you, Dean. I only lower inhibitions and let nature take its course."

"Wait, wait, someone sent you to do this, didn't they?" Dean surmised with surprise. "And it wasn't Crowley or you wouldn't have said they."

She gave him a hard stare for a moment before she continued tightly, once again completely ignoring the question, "I am not anything like a cupid. I cannot make anyone fall in love or love someone they didn't already. I can make people feel lust but who they chose to . . . burn it out with is completely up to them. You should know this from the amount of times you two have been together without my, what do you call it? . . . oh, yes, venom. Which, by the way, is so not a nice term for my influence. You'd think someone who finally hooked you up with your true love would receive a little more appreciation. I mean, is that really too much to ask for here?"

"Seriously?" He demanded incredulously. "And who the hell said that Cass was my . . . you know what never mind."

He stared intently at her for a long moment, trying to judge the truth of what she'd said and the implications if it was. Finally, he cursed despondently, "Well, hell, that's a freakin' bust."

She cocked her head to the side in question. She did it in a manner vaguely reminiscent of Castiel, or, rather enough to make the connection and set off warning bells inside his mind, but she distracted him by the inquiry, "What's a bust? Was there . . . You need something from me."

"Not anymore," Dean argued dejectedly. "No way it'd work now. Not that way."

She arched her eyebrows and advised wisely, "Why don't you try me? Oh, wait, I got it. You want me to infect someone. Or is it two someones?" Dean only glared at her sullenly but she knew that she was right. She plotted thoughtfully, silently intrigued, as she asked aloud, "But what's in it for me?"

"New test subjects," Dean offered instantly, thinking that maybe it was still worth a shot.

"True," she allowed dismissively, "but there's a big problem with the ones you're giving me or you would have just called a cupid. Of course, cupids are angelic in nature . . . so are your some of your companions . . . oh, I see . . ." She trailed off.

She ran it through her mind for a long period of time before she asked again, "What will you do for it? Will you, say, give me the baby?"

"NO!" Dean snapped instantly with a firmly irate tone.

"Why not?" She inquired curiously. "You know it's not natural. That's pretty obvious. And are you really that sure about what it is? Whose it is? How it will turn out? I mean, I'm basically doing you a favor here. Two for one, even. Honestly, how would you advise your little Sammy if he was in the same situation? Are you really that much of a hypocrite?"

She paused briefly as she switched arguments, "And Castiel? Are you really going to leave him at the mercy of his two siblings for all of eternity, if this could buy him a way out? Or do you relish being a single mom/dad? Doing it all alone without any support."

She narrowed her eyes and warned harshly, "You know this baby will have enemies, powerful enemies. How will you protect it? Go off into the woods somewhere and have it au naturel when nothing about this is natural? On the very slim chance that you do survive that, will you be able to protect it? From all comers? Because they all will come and you know it. I see it in your eyes. Will you protect it with your life?"

"Yes!" Dean snarled ferociously, trying to ignore the desolation and tears that her words were invoking. The fact that they were all true, combined with his fluctuating hormones, really made it hard to keep all of his misery at bay. He didn't want to admit it, even to himself, but she almost had him convinced. If he knew that he could even halfway trust her, he'd probably give in soon. That knowledge made his eyes burn even more.

"And if that's not enough," she prodded harshly, intent on her point. "What then? Will you give your angel's life for it as well? Your family's lives?" Her intense eyes took in every emotion revealed as she slowly tore apart the man in front of her.

He glared with a mulish expression before he finally swallowed thickly and allowed hoarsely, "If I have to."

"Exactly how far are you willing to go to save this . . . baby?"

"All the way, damn it," Dean gritted out through clenched teeth, trying to hold on to his conviction while memories of his friends' and family dying for the 'good fight' filled his mind.

He maintained his steely glare as his annoying conscience questioned him irately, Can I really do this to them again? Especially when it is only for me and my supernatural baby? What right do I have to do that, to anyone, much less them? Haven't they suffered enough already? Haven't they all given enough? How can I do this to them?

Meanwhile, she shook her head and argued firmly, "No, not good enough. You have to swear to it. A blood oath."

"What if they don't want to?" Dean argued contentiously. "I'm not taking their voice away from them."

"Seriously?" She asked incredulously, knowing that they both knew what a crock it was to think that Dean's family wouldn't fight for him, or his child. She rolled her eyes because she also knew that he'd get stuck on this detail and she needed to move things along. She couldn't keep the room motionless forever, especially the angels.

"Fine. That's up to them but you have to lay it all out for them," She relented slightly then elaborated firmly on her compromise.

Thoughts raced through his head then he shook it and bargained honestly, "Only Cass. I will only lay it out for Cass because, damn it, he's the one who freakin' Juno'd me. So, I guess, he should have a say, not that I want to give him anything at this freakin' point," he trailed off, muttering under his breath.

She narrowed her eyes and relented again, but this time very ungraciously, "I will think on it."

She turned to walk away when he demanded, "Wait. What the hell? When will I freakin' know, damn it?"

"When you summon me, which I have made easier now by adding another mark since your angel had to go and screwed up mine so much. You will know my answer then," She informed him then had to taunt because he'd really gotten on her nerves. "Or when your baby just disappears?"

"W-W-What?" He stammered in abject horror.

She narrowed her eyes at him and reminded him, "I told you before, Dean, I can take that baby from you and you cannot do a single thing to stop me so you'd better think about being a whole lot more cooperative next time we meet, especially if I pull off this favor for you. You will so be in my debt after that and who knows what I'll ask as payment." He swallowed thickly at the very obvious threat then she nodded slightly, satisfied that she'd put him back in his place.

"Uh, yeah," He agreed weakly with extreme concern in his voice. "Sorry. Hormones are a bitch. If you pull this off, I will owe you. You're right. But not my baby. Okay?"

"We'll see," She replied vaguely. "Depends what else you have to offer me, doesn't it?" With that taunt, she started to fade away.

"Uh, hey, um, what about my shirt?" He stammered out with a weird combination of humility and ire. "And how delayed is it this . . ." He trailed off when she was no longer visible. "Damn it!"

She smirked mockingly right before she completely disappeared from view. He barely felt the touch of fabric on his chest before Missouri was answering a question that he'd forgot he'd asked. His heart sunk at the possibilities of what was to come. Why wasn't anything ever easy for him?

- SPN - SPN -

"So I've heard that you've forgotten me, Asmo?" She taunted sadly as she appeared directly behind the lust demon king. "Really? Forgotten me? Me? I must say I am deeply hurt." She clutched at her heart and struck a dramatic pose.

Asmodeus turned around with a winning smile and cajoled charmingly, "Forget you? Never! Come now, Trinny. How could anyone forget someone as wonderful and amazing as you are?" He embraced her lovingly and let out a pleasured sigh. "You always fit me so perfectly. How are you, love?" he asked as he pulled back and kissed her on both cheeks in turn.

She sighed heavily and let go of the demon then huffed irritably, "They really weren't kidding. He really is a pain in the ass. Beautiful and sexy as all get out, but a royal pain in the ass. I liked him much better when he was bound and only withering in pleasure."

"Yes," Asmodeus agreed knowingly. "He is a piece of work, isn't he?"

She scoffed sardonically then grimaced with disgust, "He still has her taste, you know. Do you know how hard it is working with that creature?"

Asmodeus nodded slightly then advised cautiously, "I understand how you feel, even though she is not my mother, but we have a plan and they will get what's coming to them, for killing her and for trapping then . . . ruining my father."

She narrowed her eyes at him and wondered curiously, "What makes you think he's ruined?" He arched an eyebrow at her so she quickly explained, "I mean, he is out of the box and, I know he's interacting with them, but how do you know it's not just a plot to stab them in the back?"

"Trinity, I know my father. I saw his eyes. I saw how he interacted up there and it disgusted me," Asmodeus elaborated tightly. "He used to so much more . . ." She touched his arm in consolation. He shook himself and smiled again then stated wonderingly, "What a wonder you are, my darling. What would I do without you?"

"Eat dirt and die a horrible death," She teased easily.

"Do you have any idea how totally unique you are?" Asmodeus praised as he reached up and caressed her hair.

"Of course, I do," She replied cheerfully without a hint of humility. "But it was Mother who was the most amazing. You know how she loved to experiment. Just think of how she created me. I mean, what are the odds of combining the those three into something like me?"

"I'm still stuck on how she was able to get her hands on two of them," He admitted honestly. "Fairies aren't the easiest creatures to deal with, much less the other two." He pulled her close to him and complemented honestly, "You do her proud."

"I miss her," she admitted in a small voice. "I can't stand that they still walk the earth. It's an insult to her legacy."

"Darling, you are her legacy. And this plan is so very much more vengeful than simple smiting," Asmodeus argued steadfastly. "Letting them live with the knowledge of what we are doing to what they think is their offspring . . . no one knows about the final gift your mother gave you, the ability to carry on her legacy."

She smiled deeply then questioned intently, "Did you do your part? Did you touch the two?"

"Yes. It's really amazing how many are willing to shake your hand when you extend it, no matter how much they mistrust you," he replied with amusement. "They should fall for your spell, darling. There is definitely something there, even if it's only a need for approval."

He paused a moment then related with even more amusement, "Actually, his brother and my wayward uncle also were sparking. In fact, it seemed like everyone there either had history or wanted it. Huh?"

"Really?" She drawled out thoughtfully.

"Trinny," He cautioned. "Don't overdo. Remember our goal."

"To hurt them as they have hurt us," she repeated rotely. "But what we do to the family affects them as well, just imagine the . . . trauma that could result from it?"

"Isn't taking the baby enough?" Asmodeus questioned warily.

"No," she hissed angrily. "There will never be enough suffering for them. Now tell me the pairings." Asmodeus sighed heavily but complied with her wishes. He almost felt sorry for their targets. Almost.

I hope you enjoyed this chapter! I am sorry if you didn't. Don't blame me, blame the muse! (shouts as I duck down behind the muse). Please review and let me know what you think.