Nothing Else Matters: Chapter Three: They Work for Me

AN: I always forget to write that I don't own Supernatural. If I did, the boys would not own any shirts, take more showers and have smaller towels.

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They Work For Me

"Sammy, come to see the show?"

Sam's hand fisted into Dean's hair pulling his head back into a painful tilt so that he could look him in the eyes. Sam's eyes had gone completely black. Dean swallowed nervously, he had known that this was a side effect of the demon blood but this was the first time he had seen for himself the dark road his brother now traveled. The black retreated from Sam's eyes. His touch gentled as his fingers played with Dean's hair. "I like the length. I haven't seen it this long since I was in elementary."

Dean froze. His heart beat faster and his breath caught in his throat as he watched Sammy's face as he slowly ran his fingers through his hair. The rapid change between demon eyed and brother of old had Dean reeling. This was a Sammy he remembered, the Sammy that was the brother he loved and cared for most of his life. He had hoped to reach his brother but had slowly begun to lose hope during his two days of captivity and torture. Maybe, he thought, all was not lost.

"Haven't had the chance to cut it with the end of the world looming. It's almost as floppy as yours now." Sam met his eyes, but there was no smile or hint of the old Sammy. No eye roll or bitch face. Just a cold, dark glare. Dean's heart dropped, hope slipping from his chest.

"Tell me, Dean," fingers gently tugged his hair. "What could make you come here to me?" A harder pull of Dean's hair punctuated the question. "What could you possibly hope to accomplish by this?" Sam's hand fisted Dean's hair, pulling him upward to the full extent his chains would allow. "You've been tight lipped up until now. Do I really have to break you?"

"I made it thirty years in hell before breaking, Sammy. I can take whatever you can dish out. Damn Sammy, I invented techniques during my stay that would melt your brain. Do you really think I will break?"

"No," Sam whispered, brushing his body against Dean's back, his breath hot on the nape of his neck. Hands traced Dean's shoulders, down his sides, to rest lightly at his hips. "Pain won't break you." Sam's hands traveled slowly back up Dean's back, this time slowly stroking the welts and cuts that covered him from shoulders to hips. Dean's eyes watered as Sam's fingers dipped into the whip marks causing shots of pain to radiate up and down his spine. "I think you and I need to spend more time together. Let you really see what I have accomplished here. This isn't the dark side, Dean. The angles don't care if the world is destroyed. Half of them want Lucifer released and the Earth to burn. I'm doing this to save us all."

"You have demons roaming the countryside. Your eyes turn black and you are DRINKING demon blood. How is this saving anyone? How is working for the demons going to help save the world?"

Sam laughed, head thrown back, grin flashing in the low light of the chamber. "Dean, I don't work for them. They all work for me."

AU: I know this is a short chapter. It just seemed like a good place for a break. But what do you think? Shorter chapters or longer chapters? I can always hold off posting and string two or three of these together. Reviews? Please?