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Care and Feeding of Your New Demon	By : KagetsuAsame Category: Supernatural > Slash - Male/Male Views: 2177 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Welcome to part 2! I’ve already started work on the third installment. I hope you enjoy this as much as I have writing it. Instead of doing -Breaks- like in the first one I have character switches so the focus is based on the character named at the top of the section. Let me know what you think!
-Sam-
            Sam held the pamphlet, staring down at it unsure if he should read it or not. He wasn't even one hundred percent sure it wasn't just a joke on Alastair's part. The cover was black and in red lettering was written, “Care and Feeding of Your New Demon". He had known that Dean was a demon when Alastair brought him back but did demons really have special care instructions? He turned the pamphlet over in his hands, unsure if he really wanted to open it. Dean was out getting lunch, it had been a month since he had turned and nothing really seemed to be all that different. The only things that troubled him were that he was quick to anger, quicker than usual, and he liked to sing when they had to torture someone for information, usually Stairway to Heaven. Dean didn't know that Alastair had left the pamphlet last time he had stopped by. The white eyed demon tended to stop in once a week to sleep with his brother and get an update on how they were doing. He wasn't sure he would ever understand the relationship the two demons had and wasn't sure he wanted to either. Castiel only came by when Dean wasn't around. He would ask him questions, mainly about what they were doing and if Dean was doing anything worrisome. The angel seemed confused with Dean's behavior, how human he was behaving. Sam left out his singing while torturing but Dean was still Dean and he felt as though Castiel needed to see that. He took a deep breath, opening to the first page. The entire thing was on black paper but he was thankful the text inside wasn't red, it was written in white.
            "New demons can be difficult creatures, especially until they gain control of themselves. Care must be taken in not angering them. The more powerful a demon the less vulnerabilities they have. New demons tend to have all normal vulnerabilities so care should be taken. If they were transformed by a high ranking demon it is possible they will gain the same strengths of their creator." Sam rubbed his temples, listening for the Impala. He heard the tell tale rumble and shoved the pamphlet back into his bag.
            "Hey, Sammy! I'm back with food!" He came in with two bags; one of them very obviously contained a whole pie.
            "Salad?" He questioned, taking the offered bag.
            Dean rolled his eyes, "Yes, salad, pansy." He plopped down at the table, pulling out his pie.
            "Is that all you got?" Sam's look made him laugh; he looked severely disappointed in him.
            "It's not like I need to eat. Don't need to eat, drink, or take a piss."
            He took a bite of his salad, "What about your body?"
            He took a big bite, savoring it, "What about it? I sustain and heal it, well, I don't have to heal it but dammit this is my body."
            "You're going to get fat if you eat the whole pie."
            Dean grumbled, taking a violent bite of his pie, "Will not."
            They finished their food, "Tell me about demons."
            The fork clattered to the plate, "I don't want to talk about it. I mean, if you have specific questions..."
            "I was just hoping you would tell me if there was anything I needed to know." Sam didn't want to ask anything specific; he wanted Dean to open up.
            "Sorry Sammy."
            He would have to get his answers from the pamphlet. It was odd that they even had such a thing. Maybe Alastair had made it just for him and wasn't that an odd idea, "I need some shut eye, since you don't need to sleep why don't you find us a hunt."
            "Can do. I'll be back by morning." He saluted, going out the door and into the night.
            He pulled out the pamphlet, starting to read, "Demons do not need to eat or sleep however some do to blend in with humans. Each demon has its own goals and aims and many want power and position. Power is gained by age and experience as well as ruthlessness. Some demons form family units, usually between those they have broken. There are those who also make partners out of those they break. These partners are held above 'children', they are made stronger through blood exchange, rising through ranks far faster than normal. As they gain in power, resistances and immunities change."
            He rubbed his hands over his face, setting the pamphlet to the side, "Partner? Is that what Dean is to Alastair? Does that mean Dean is going to wind up some high powered demon?"
-Alastair-
            Hell is what you make of it and too many people lack imagination. He moved easily through the halls and corridors, looking for Crowley. The crossroads demon was causing a bit of a problem. He was making a nuisance of himself; he wanted hell for his own. Alastair was willing to share power, to a certain extent, he was happy to torture but he wanted things to run smoothly. Crowley was putting a damper on things running properly. He would have preferred to be building up Dean, the young demon was his partner after all and the reason he made Sam that ridiculous pamphlet.
            "Crowley, do I need to put you back on my rack?" He slid his fingers along Crowley's door, pressing it open to find the demon seated behind his desk.
            It wasn't everyday that Crowley hung out in hell. He had a beautiful place topside but Alastair had requested he remain below for the time being, mainly so he'd be easier to find.
            "Alastair, to what do I owe the pleasure?" He stood as the white eyed demon walked in, motioning for him to sit.
            Alastair's smile was not...nice, "You have been going behind my back. You've been a very, bad, boy." He sat down, crossing his legs, "I do not take kindly to whispers of an insurrection, an insurrection led by my second in command no less. I wonder if you need a reminder of why I am not to be messed with. Perhaps I will even let Dean carry out the sentence; he can be very creative when he feels I'm threatened."
            Crowley looked flustered for a moment, "You've misheard, why would I do such a thing?"
            He examined his fingernails, "Why indeed? I've been asking myself that same question. Why would Crowley betray me? Then I figured it out, power. You don't want to share, you want it for yourself. You forget that I've been around for a long time, longer than Lilith. You also seem to forget my skills, I think you need a reminder, I really do. I also think you're going to get one. Be in my work room in an hour and don't be late. This is contingent on you wanting to remain on my good side of course. If you don't..." He spread his arms, getting to his feet, "I shall see you soon, Crowley."
            He had given himself just enough time to collect Dean and bring him down, provided he wasn't busy on a hunt. He wanted some time with his partner and what better way than to torture someone. He willed himself up, using his link with Dean to find him. He possessed the closest body, choosing to watch his chosen sift through newspapers and online articles for a few seconds before approaching him. He snuck up behind him, sliding his hands down his shoulders, down his chest, kissing his throat softly.
            "Do you want to come play?" He purred into his ear, licking the lobe softly.
            Dean scowled, tipping his head to look at who Alastair was possessing. He wasn't impressed, the man was a little heavy set and balding, "Who the hell are you possessing?" He pulled away from him, turning in his chair, "I don't like it."
            Alastair rolled his eyes, "A traveling salesman. Do you want to come play with Crowley or not?" He crossed his arms over his chest.
            "Yes, know anywhere I can put my body? I think it would freak Sammy out."
            "We can put it in the trunk of the Impala." He pulled Dean to his feet, "Come, we have to get back down there before Crowley shows up."
            "Leaving my body in the trunk of my baby." He grumbled softly, letting Alastair drag him out of the library and to the Impala, "Get in."
            Dean opened the trunk with a sigh, crawling in, "This is going to be a tight fit."
            "Hurry up and get out of that body." He closed him in before leaving the salesman.
            Two twists of black smoke spun together before sinking into the ground. Alastair's work room materialized around them. Crowley hadn't arrived yet so they still had some time to prepare. The king of the crossroads stepped into the room, he maintained his pride quite well, his head held high.
            "Hey Crowley, how's it going?" Dean grinned, black eyes meeting red, "I hear you've been bad. Doesn't Alastair treat you well? Why do you have to go and do something stupid like try to overthrow him?"
            He sighed softly, "Can we get on with this?"
            Alastair motioned to the rack he had brought out just for the red eyed demon, "Why don't you strap yourself in? Dean will make sure it's nice and tight."
            His resolve was wavering; Alastair could see it in his eyes. Crowley was stubborn but he was afraid. There wasn't a demon in existence that didn't fear Alastair; there were just times that a reminder was needed to remember exactly why they were afraid. Dean tightened the straps, perhaps a little too tight if the look on Crowley's face was any indication, but that was all part of the anticipation.
            "How's that? Tight enough? I think I could ratchet them down a little more, what do you think?" He patted Crowley's cheek, looking back at Alastair.
            "I think it's good enough, we don't want him too uncomfortable." He picked up his favorite blade, "I hope this will help you understand, I'm willing to share power with you but I'm not willing to give it up completely. Things need to be run efficiently and until that is settled you don't get to visit your swanky house and I don't get to spend the time with Dean that he deserves. Hell is the priority, beyond petty squabbles about who is in charge." He slid the blade against his cheek, "You might want to get rid of your suit unless you want it ruined." He stated absently.
            Dean stood back, watching intently as Crowley's suit disappeared. The moment it was gone the blade slid down his throat, slicing into the skin of his shoulder. A cry escaped his lips, Crowley wasn't a fighter and torture was not something he enjoyed in any way, shape, or form. He didn't like being on either side of the rack, he was a salesman through and through.
            "This was completely avoidable ya know." Dean's fingers slid over the tray of implements.
            "Why don't you tell us your plans?" Alastair's tone was conversational as he slid the blade down his ribs, watching the skin split beneath the blade.
            He let out a cry, trying to jerk away but Dean made his bindings tight enough he couldn't move, "I-I've been convincing demons to follow me!"
            Alastair shook his head, "I'm disappointed, did you think I didn't already know that, try again." The blade slid between his ribs, blood spurting from the fresh wound, "Dean, hand me the spreader." He held his hand out, waiting.
            Dean grinned, picking up the rib spreader and putting it in his hand. Crowley began fighting in earnest but Alastair held him steady, wrapping a hand around one of his revealed ribs, "Tell me more." He slotted the spreader between is fourth and fifth ribs.
            "Dammit Alastair, stop!" He screamed as the older demon began to apply pressure, "I've been making deals!"
            The two torturers laughed, "I would hope so, it is your job." Dean smirked, taking the blade from Alastair and moving to his undamaged side.
            "Deals with angels!" He shouted as Dean began to cut.
            The pair immediately stilled, "What kind of deals?" Alastair's voice was a low hiss as he twisted the spreader, cracking his ribs.
            "For souls, they want power, I give them souls, they let me run hell!"
            Dean jammed the blade it, dragging it down hard, slicing into his ribs, "What else?"
            "D-Dean, come on, haven't I had enough? Would Sam want you to be doing this? I-I've helped you out. Have you forgotten?"
            The young demon's eyes flashed with anger, "Don't you dare bring Sammy into this." He growled as Alastair took that moment to spread his ribs fully, listening to them crack.
            Crowley screamed, "Enough! I'll talk, stop."
            "Speak." Neither of them moved.
            "They want Sam, I don't know anything else, I swear. I give them souls and I get hell but they want Sam. I told them I couldn't help with that."
            "I have to get back, Alastair, take me back. I need to make sure Sammy is ok." He paused, eyes widening, "I've been gone too long."
            Alastair laid a hand on his shoulder, "Calm, have a drink and I'll take you back topside." His wrist was bleeding when he offered it to Dean.
            He drank fast and deep, not giving himself a chance to savor it like he usually did, "I'm good, let's go."
            With a flash of black and white light Dean found himself back in his body. He quickly undid the latch, jumping out and into the driver's seat. He made it back to the motel in record time. Sam had to be alright, there were no two ways about it.
-Castiel-
            Something strange was transpiring. Before he had raised Dean from Perdition he had never questioned his orders. This human was different; he and his brother had stretched the limits of his patience and the boundaries of his idea of what a human is. He liked them, humans, and he found himself liking Dean and Sam even more so. Why was it now that he felt the desire to go against orders? He had procured the Enochian boxes for them, much to his brother’s distaste; he had even allowed Dean to become a demon when he knew what his brother Michael wanted him for. Yes, he had made an effort to expel Dean back to hell but Alastair had banished him instead. If he were ready to admit it to himself he would realize that he let Dean fall.
            "Castiel, do you seek to redeem yourself for assisting those...monkeys?"
            He didn't like Uriel; he didn't feel as though his behavior was acceptable for an Angel of The Lord. His orders had been becoming more erratic, he was to spy on the Winchesters, a job he didn't mind and if he were to tell the truth he didn't give Uriel all of the information he knew. When Dean became a demon Michael had raged, he needed Dean and he needed Dean human. To do that he needed more power, it worried him.
            "I will do whatever is necessary." He stated calmly, eyes locked with Uriel's.
            Uriel looked pleased, "We require Sam Winchester."
            "As you command." He disappeared. He had no intention of delivering Sam to the angels, however he had every intention of warning the brothers, even if that meant facing Dean, he would protect the brothers with everything he had.
            Sam was asleep when Castiel appeared in his hotel room. He gazed down at the sleeping man, knowing that he needed to warn him but he looked so peaceful. He moved to grasp his shoulder when the door swung open. Dean looked like the incarnation of the Wrath of God, or in his case, the Wrath of Hell.
            "Get the hell away from my brother." His usually green eyes were flat black in his anger.
            Castiel stepped back, raising his hands slightly, "I mean you no harm. I was just going to wake him; I need to speak with both of you." He stated calmly.
            Dean hissed, hands clenching into fists, "I said, get away from him!" He moved forward, closing the distance between them.
            He looked flustered; he couldn't understand why Dean was behaving in such a way, perhaps he was afraid he would send him back to hell, "I have no intention of returning you to hell." He cocked his head to the side.
            "I don't care about hell, Alastair can just let me back out again. Crowley told me what you wanted; you feathered bastards want to take Sam. It's not going to happen."
            "Crowley? Why would a demon know anything regarding angels?" He looked confused, no angel should be cavorting with a demon, the fact he was now went against his beliefs but Dean was different.
            Dean snorted, "Like you don't know. Spare me the innocent shtick. You're not taking my brother and that's final."
            "It is true I was ordered by Uriel to collect Sam, however I have no intention of doing so. I came to warn you."
            The demon scowled, looking just as confused as Castiel felt, "You're not following orders? Since when do you do that?"
            "Since Sam began showing me the truth of humanity and the truth of you."
            "Say I believe you, what do you want to do about it?" He sat down next to Sam, shaking him, "Wake up Sammy, we got a flyboy here, he wants to talk to you." He paused when Sam grumbled, "How you kept that you were talking to an angel from me I have no idea but you better wake up and come clean before I start pulling your hairs out one at a time."
            "Dean? If you start pulling my hair out I'm going to put IcyHot in your boxers." He mumbled, opening an eye to look up at him.
            "Why would you torture each other in such a manner? It hardly seems anything brothers would do to each other. Are you angry?" He paused, "What is IcyHot?"
            Dean rolled his eyes, "No, it's something humans do, we threaten and tease. We're not mad at each other." He ignored his last question.
            Sam sat up slowly, "Cas, what brings you here?"
            "My brothers desire you and I have come to realize that it cannot be for anything good. I am unsure what their purpose is but I could not let this stand. You aim to be good people and should not have garnered the attention of Uriel. I have come to warn you and if necessary offer my assistance."
            "Thank you, is there anything else you can tell us?" Sam spoke; staying calm considering the situation he was in, angels wanting to kidnap him.
            "I shall be in touch." He disappeared without another word.
            "Damn feathered bastards. At least Cas isn't half bad, for an angel."
            Sam sighed softly, "Did you find a hunt?"
            Dean scowled, "The angels coming after you isn't enough? To top it off Crowley is working with them. He's giving them souls and in return he wants to usurp Alastair and run hell, I think this is a pretty big hunt."
            "What are we hunting though? The angels want me but who and why? We don't have anyone to hunt. I'm sure Alastair has Crowley so that leaves him out. I think we need to wait, remember that the angels can't track us because of what Cas did."
            The demon shook his head, "They can but it takes a lot of time and effort so it isn't always worth it. I was reading through some of Alastair's texts, perhaps there is something in one of them that can help us."
-Dean-
            Alastair's books were helpful. Dean and Sam had managed to find a spell to further mask them from angels but some of the ingredients were pretty rare. That was how they found themselves hunting a pack of vampires through Eastern Oregon. Why they had decided to go to a high desert in the middle of summer they had no idea. They needed vampire blood and a lot of it. If it had been a small amount they would have just asked Lenore but this required three vampires to be fully drained. Dean was getting tired and grumpy. It was true he didn't need sleep but he liked it and even Sam could admit that it evened out the demon's volatile temper.
            "Why don't you let me drive and you can take a nap?" Sam's voice was quiet; he didn't want to piss his brother off.
            "Demon, don't need sleep. How many times do we have to go over this?" He growled lowly, eyes flashing black as he gave Sam a sidelong glance.
            He raised his hands in supplication, "I know, just thought you'd like a break."
            "What I want is to find these assholes and bleed them dry so we don't have to worry about winged rats coming after us." He slammed his palm against the wheel, "Dammit Sammy! I need some release!" He growled, "I feel all tense."
            "You do better when you have some rest."
            Dean hissed softly before closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, "I'm ok; I'll rest after we find the vampires."
            Sam had a feeling this was a losing battle, "Ok, they were heading towards Prineville so hopefully we can cut them off there."
            The pair drove the rest of the way in silence. The small town of Prineville was nestled near Crooked River. The vampires were here, somewhere. Dean parked, stepping out into the summer heat. It was midday so the vampires were more than likely sleeping. This gave the pair time to find them. It was bright and hot and Dean really wanted some pie and to cut into someone, he could get one of those things at least. The diner was perfect, pies were on display in a fancy glass case that made Dean feel like the pies were just for him, lit up like a gift from Heaven.
            "Pie first, vampires after." He rubbed his hands together, "Apple pie my good lady!" Dean slid up to the counter, Sam close beside him.
            He slowly savored each bite, moaning almost lewdly as he ate, Sam sat beside him, getting a salad. Eating his rabbit food as Dean ate his pie. As they ate an older man came and took a seat next to Sam, he reminded Dean of Bobby but gone completely grey. Dean peeked over to get a better look at him and nearly dropped his fork, it was a hunter. No human besides Sam knew of his new condition and he wanted to keep it that way. Sam seemed oblivious to the hunter beside him but Dean tensed, focusing back on his pie, his shoulders hunched.
            "Let's get going Sammy." He put a few dollars on the counter, getting to his feet.
            "But I didn't finish my salad!"
            Dean growled, grabbing his arm, "Now Sammy." He clenched his teeth slightly, pulling him out of the diner and into the street.
            "What the hell Dean?" He pulled his arm away, "What was that about?"
            He splayed his fingers over the hood of his car, "Sam, that guy that was next to you is a hunter. What do you think he's going to do when he finds out I'm a demon?"
            Sam closed his eyes, rubbing his temples, "Sorry, think he's after the same thing we are?"
            "Probably! We need to get this done, fast. It's not a very big town, there's not too many places they can hide." Dean was obviously agitated, "You drive, we need to get going and I'm too on edge to drive." Sam got behind the wheel, heading toward the edge of town, an eye out for any sign of the vampires, "There!" He pointed to an older building.
            "How do you know?" He pulled up beside it.
            "The windows are covered and the cloth looks new. They've got to be in there."
            "Let's get us some vampire blood then." Sam stepped out, opening the trunk and grabbing two machetes.
            Dean took one, feeling the weight in his hand, "Front door?"
            Sam nodded, "Front door." They moved forward, Dean in front, pushing the door open.
            It squeaked softly, the dust had already been disturbed by the vampires, he was sure of it. There were five of them, lounged out over moth eaten furniture. They had to keep three alive long enough to collect their blood, this was definitely one of the most difficult things they had been forced to do. He could feel the power thrumming under his skin, waiting to be used. It had been too long since he had let loose. Sam swung, slicing the head from one of them before moving on to the next. Dean straddled one of them keeping him tight to the couch, his power reached out and pinned the remaining two.
            "You know, I feel so much better!" He closed his eyes for a moment while Sam took care of the last one, "Have the jars?" He looked back at Sam as he approached, "Sorry buddy, we need your blood." He patted the vampire's cheek, keeping the struggling creature pinned easily.
            Sam grabbed his arm, slicing into his wrist, watching the vampire blood spill into the jar. They were on the final one when the door was kicked in and the hunter from the diner stepped inside. Dean's eyes were black from using his powers and Sam was draining the blood into the vessel. The hunter looked shocked at seeing the two of them and lowered his machete.
            "Shit." The two brothers were frozen, staring at the hunter. None of them moved and it was thankfully long enough for the blood to finish draining, "Sammy, why don't we make our exit before he gets his bearings." Dean's voice came out as a low whisper as he slowly picked up one of the jars, leaving Sam to carry two of them.
            They shared a look before running out the back leaving a stunned hunter in their wake, "We have to leave." Sam shoved his machete and the two jars into the trunk of the Impala, Dean handed over his before the trunk was slammed shut.
            "No, shit Sammy, I don't want to be in the line of fire when he gets a hold of himself!" Dean was in the driver's seat in a flash, Sam almost closing himself in the passenger door as he tried to get in as quickly as possible.
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