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Title:
Bittersweet Reunion Part X
Author:
Darkestangel
Summary:� Dean regains consciousness
Author�s Website: www.darknessprevails.com
Comments: darkestangel@darknessprevails.com
Archive: Yes, to
Supernatural archive, yes to others with permission
Warnings: WINCEST, coerced sex, mention of underage sex, dark
themes, a manipulating John

Pairing: Dean/John
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: set in
Salvation and Devil�s Trap
Disclaimer:
Supernatural belongs to Warner Bros., Wonderland Sound and Vision, McG, Eric
Kripke, and Robert Singer. I am only borrowing their characters for my own
personal pleasure and no permanent harm will come to them.
Author�s Notes:
1. I tend to write dark stories and this one is no
exception.
2. This is the season premiere of Supernatural (post
wreck recovery)
3. Inner voices are in italics. There will be a dialogue going back and forth between the
Demon and Sam that Dean and John cannot hear.
4. Flashbacks are also in italics.

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Carthage, Missouri McCune-Brooks Hospital
John Winchester stared down at his
oldest son wondering how much longer it would be before Dean awoke on his own
accord. The doctors had forced a drug-induced coma on Dean five days earlier to
allow for the swelling of Dean�s brain to go down. It had been two days since
John had been able to drag his own aching body out of his own bed, and it had
been two days of torment watching Dean and hoping against hope that his
beautiful son would wake up in a forgiving mood.
�You�re not doing him any good,� the
demon remarked from the opened door. �All you�re doing is wearing yourself
out.�
John looked over his shoulder at his
youngest son, �I want to be here when he wakes up.�
The demon walked into the room which
buzzed with the sounds of the ventilator and monitors noting the dark circles
underneath John�s eyes, �You practically haven�t left his side in two days. You
have to be exhausted.�
John walked over to the other side of
the bed and dragged the empty chair over towards Dean�s bed, �I�ll be alright.�
The demon inside Sam could care less
if John Winchester dropped dead, but he knew that Sam would fight his father on
the issue. �Dr. Morris is pissed at you for not following his instructions and
he is threatening to sedate you if you don�t start sleeping.�
John continued staring at Dean�s face
watching for even the smallest of twitches, �I�d like to see that bastard try
it. I�ll break his arm if he tries to inject me with a sedative.�
The demon stepped closer towards
Dean�s bed and ran his hand gently up the human�s arm, �When�s the last time
you ate something?�
John shrugged, �I�m not hungry.� John
watched as Sam caressed his brother�s arm tenderly, �Sam�I need to ask you
something.�
The demon looked at Dean�s face
studying the cut on his forehead, �Dean will freak if that scars. He doesn�t
mind the scars on his body so much, but his face is an entirely different
thing.�
John lightly smiled, �Yeah, I don�t
think his vanity could tolerate a scar on his face.�
The demon stopped caressing Dean�s
arm and looked at John intensely, �What did you want to ask me?�
John squeezed the bridge of his nose
willing the headache that had hounded him for two days to go away, �At the risk
of pissing you off�I wanted to ask you about the Colt.�
The demon feigned anger clenching his
fists tightly, �I knew it was only a matter of time!�
�Sam, where is the Colt? It has one
bullet left and I want��
�You want to what, leave us again and
hunt it down? You want to leave Dean like this, vulnerable to attack, and go
off on your crusade for vengeance?�
�Sam!� John cried. �I just wanted to
know where it was. Is it in a safe place?�
The demon looked back down at Dean
debating on what to tell John about the Colt. He had already been to the yard
where the wrecker had taken the car looking in the mangled heap of metal that
once was the Impala. Yet, he had seen no sign of the gun, and the nagging voice
inside his head claimed that John had hidden the gun before they had left the
cabin.
John recognized Sam�s hesitation and
began to feel panic eating away at his gut, �What�s wrong Sam? Please tell me
you have the gun son.�
�What�s
wrong�worried that he�s trying to trap you in a lie?� Sam asked the demon.
�Maybe
it�s you doing the lying boy,� the demon scoffed. �Maybe you�re using those
psychic powers of yours to block out my presence in your mind. Maybe you�re
choosing to use those powers of yours for evil rather than for good.�
�You
better answer him soon or he will know something is wrong,� Sam taunted the
faltering demon.
�Sam, what are you not telling me?�
John asked filled with concern. �Please tell me you haven�t lost the one thing
in this world that can kill that bastard.�
�Of course I haven�t,� the demon
began, �I�m just not ready to tell you where it�s at.�
John rubbed the palms of his hands
together, �You think it�s still inside me, don�t you?�
�You fooled me once why not again?� the
demon asked.
�Sam, it�s me, I promise,� John
informed his son. �Besides, if it was in me, I wouldn�t be as injured as I am.�
The demon looked down at Dean once
again, �Fine, but I�m still not telling you where the gun is until both of you
are fully healed. I don�t want you going off half-healed and getting yourself
killed, and Dean would never forgive me if I let you leave.�
�We�re too vulnerable when we�re
together. I think that the events from the last week have proven that,� John
argued. �We need to split up as soon as we can.�
�We need to stay together as a
family,� the demon reasoned. He wanted nothing more than for John Winchester to
leave, but he figured little Sammy would want Daddy around, �You have to at
least wait until Dean is recovered.�
John looked over at Dean and smiled
ear to ear, �I�ll wait as long as I can but I�m not making any promises�Sam, go
and get a doctor or nurse.�
�Why?� the demon asked looking at the
human in confusion.
�Just do it Sam,� John ordered
standing up to get closer to Dean whose eyes were opened filled with obvious
distress. �Dean, it�s okay. You have a tube down your throat helping you to
breathe.� John rested his hand on top of Dean�s fingers avoiding the IVs and
squeezed, �Sam�s going to go and get someone to take the tube out, okay?� John
heard Sam running out of the room but he never took his eyes off of Dean�s
face, �Don�t be scared baby. It�s me I promise. I won�t ever hurt you again.�
Dean weakly squeezed his father�s
hand in reassurance and blinked back the tears that had started falling. John
reached out and wiped the tears from Dean�s cheeks with his thumb, �Please
forgive me�I never should have come back.�
�Mr. Winchester,� Dr. Morris called
from the door. The doctor walked in looking at his patient who had woken up
from his coma, �My name is Dr. Morris and I am going to get that tube out for
you.� He placed a stethoscope on Dean�s chest and listened intently to the
strong regular pulse and smiled, �Sounds good, now on the count of three I want
you to cough while I pull the tube out, do you understand?� The doctor waited
until he saw Dean nod in understanding before untaping the tube from around
Dean�s mouth, �1�2�3.� The doctor expertly removed the tube glad to hear Dean
giving a strong cough and placed the tube into a nurse�s gloved hand. He
listened as Dean coughed a few more times watching the monitors carefully for
any irregularities, �Don�t try to talk just yet. You�ve been under for five
days and your throat is understandably raw.�
The demon watched in fascination as
Dean became more aware of his surroundings, �Can he have some water?�
�Ice would be fine,� the doctor
responded placing his stethoscope back onto Dean�s chest. Satisfied with what
he heard, he began examining Dean�s pupils clicking his hand-held light on and
off, �Pupils are responding to stimuli.� He took the cup of ice from Sam and
offered it to Dean, �Take a small amount of this and relax while I finish
examining you.�
John watched as the doctor felt Dean�s
glands for swollenness, his abdomen for tenderness, the wound on his son�s
chest where the demon had ripped him apart, �Does it look infected?�
The doctor looked up at the worried
father, �It looks clean.� The doctor lifted the sheet on the bed and gently
squeezed Dean�s feet and toes, �Can you feel that?�
�Yes,� Dean hoarsely responded
looking over at his brother.
The doctor pulled the sheet back over
Dean�s feet, �Any tingling in your fingers?�
�No,� Dean responded watching Sam
intently who was standing in the back of the room.
The doctor walked back to the side of
the bed and checked Dean�s ears, �Where are you hurting?�
Dean took a moment to catalogue all
the places his body ached, �My chest, my ribs, and my head.�
The doctor once again shone a light
into Dean�s eyes looking for any signs of neurological damage, �You�re head
received trauma in the wreck as well as your ribs, but I�m not sure how the
gash on your chest came about.� The doctor didn�t miss the fleeting look his
patient sent his father, �You have any idea how you got that gash Dean? You
lost a dangerous amount of blood because of it.�
�Would you believe a werewolf?� Dean
asked hopefully.
The doctor smirked, �It wouldn�t be
the first time I heard that excuse.�
�Can he answer your questions after
he�s rested and has a chance to get his bearings?� John asked.
�Fine, but the police will expect
answers soon,� the doctor hinted.
�Answers to what,� Dean asked
frantically.
�Answers about what happened to you,�
the doctor simply replied. �Someone did a real number on you and the police
want to know who.�
The demon stepped forward to reassure
Dean, �They want to know what happened on yours and Dad�s fishing trip. They
want to know what attacked you.�
Dean nodded in silent understanding,
�Those details are a little scratchy at the moment. Perhaps, I�ll remember
better tomorrow.�
The doctor looked at the younger man
suspiciously, �Perhaps�but for the meanwhile, you will remain on the monitors,
eat nothing but ice for the next twelve hours, and I�ll be in to check on you
hourly throughout the rest of the night. You�re not out of the woods by any
means, so I want you to follow my instructions to the tee, do you understand
Mr. Winchester?�
�Of course,� Dean replied trying not
to smile because it hurt too damn much.
�That includes you as well,� the
doctor commented to John. �I want you in your room tonight, sleeping in a bed,
and getting something to eat. Is that understood?�
John wanted nothing more than to
smack the condescending prick in the mouth, but he knew the man only had Dean�s
best interest at heart, �Yes, I understand perfectly fine.�
�Don�t worry Dr. Morris. I�ll make
sure they both do as you instructed,� the demon remarked walking closer towards
Dean�s bed. �I might have to knock them on their asses to do so, but I�ll get
it done.�
The doctor nodded in approval and
left the family alone in Dean�s room. Both the demon and John looked at Dean
waiting for him to respond to the situation but Dean only closed his eyes in
exhaustion.
John sighed heavily in relief and sat
back down into the chair suddenly too tired to move, �What are we going to do
with the police?�
�Lie like always,� the demon replied.
�I�m sure Dean will think of something to tell them to keep you out of
trouble.�
John looked up at Sam and frowned, �I
know you don�t want me around him�not after what you saw me doing to him.�
�You got that right,� the demon
quickly replied.
�Then why are you so set on me
staying?�
�Because it�s what he would want; a
chance to say goodbye properly,� the demon began. �Not just abandoning him like
you did in New
Orleans.�
John sank further into the chair in
defeat, �Fine, as soon as he is out of the woods, I�m out of here. I�ll make
him understand some how.�
The demon looked at the saddened human
with a secret thrill. His sworn enemy was going to willingly depart leaving
Dean for the taking, �I think that would be for the best.�
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January 25^th, 2005
Dean
stared at the alarm clock on the motel nightstand which read 3:00 AM and wondered where his father was for the
hundredth time that night. The Winchesters had been working a case in Joliet, Illinois for
three days with not much success, and his father had decided that he needed a
drink or two and insisted that Dean stay at the motel alone. The last few days
had been tension-filled because John hated when a case didn�t go as planned,
and he had hardly spoken to Dean only issuing orders and demanding respect.
Dean�s
birthday once again went unnoticed; the only gift he received was worry over
his father�s whereabouts. There had been no communication from Sam or anyone
else for that matter, and Dean cursed himself for letting the lack of
acknowledgement over his birthday get to him year after year. The only person
who had truly cared about his birthday had been Sam, and now Dean wasn�t even
getting that recognition from Sam, and it hurt. As always, Dean found himself
wondering what his mother would have done for his birthday if she had survived
the fire all those years ago. Would she have baked him a cake? Hell, even an
ice cream cake from Dairy Queen would have been nice; anything would be better
than the traditional stale cupcake his father picked up for him. Would she have
actually bought him a real gift wrapped in actual gift paper; rather than a
weapon shoved in a brown bag? Dean imagined that this mother would have a voice
like an angel when she sang him �Happy Birthday� right before he would blow out
the candles, and Sammy and his father would sing along laughing as he failed to
blow out all the candles on the first blow.
�Get
a fucking grip Dean,� he mumbled to himself pulling the sheet and blanket up
closer to his neck. �When are you going to realize that you�ll never have
normal? That�s Sammy�s gig; not yours.� Dean closed his eyes willing himself to
clear his mind of the �what-ifs� and instead focused on the sound of the
hissing as the heater unit turned on filling the room with a low dull roar.
A
little after 4AM,
Dean found himself on his side with a heavy arm draped around his chest pulling
him towards the center of the bed. Dean could smell the booze on his father�s
breath and fought instinctively not to pull away from his father�s touch. Dean
hated seeing his dad drunk because he never knew what mood his father would be
in. There were times when a drunken John would force Dean into submission and
leave bruises to cover for days; yet, there were times when a drunken John
would make love to him crying the whole time about how sorry he was for everything.
Dean preferred the angry controlling drunk rather than the pathetic weak drunk.
He hated to see his father groveling for forgiveness because it only reminded
Dean of how much his father regretted their relationship. A forceful drunken
John may have left bruises and scratches, but at least Dean knew that his
father really wanted him.
�Hey
there,� his father slurred. �You miss me?�
Dean
could feel his father running his large hand underneath his t-shirt and
frowned, �You�re drunk.�
�Yeah,�
John remarked nuzzling Dean�s neck with his mouth, �So what?�
Dean
could feel John�s hot breath on his neck and the stench of the whiskey on his
breath was nearly overwhelming, �Are you all good now, relaxed and distressed?�
John
ran a hand down Dean�s flank pushing his son�s boxers off as he went, �I�m
getting there.� He roughly pushed the boxers down to Dean�s knees and finished
pushing them off with a foot. �I�ll be all good once I cum inside you.�
Dean
could feel that his father was naked up against his back and he could feel
John�s erection rubbing up against his cleft, �Not even going to bother asking
for permission are you?�
John
bit down on Dean�s neck smiling when the younger man winced in pain, �Why
bother? You�d just tell me to get my drunken hands off you, then we would
fight, and then you would give it up just to get me quiet before we�re kicked
out of the motel.� John reached down and attempted to push a dry finger inside
Dean�s unprepared passage, �Besides, we both know that this is mine, and I can
take it anytime I want.�
Dean
was grateful that the controlling drunken John had come to play rather than the
weaken one, �Thanks for reminding me. It�s nice to be needed.�
John
smiled at Dean�s apparent sarcasm and pushed his fat finger inside Dean fully,
�Your welcome.� John pulled Dean�s back up against his chest and held on
tightly as Dean squirmed in discomfort, �Hold still boy. It�ll be over before
you know it.�
Dean
snorted, �I�m surprised you can even get it up.�
John
pulled his finger out of Dean�s body and spat on his hand, �Oh it�s up alright.
It�s always up for your sweet tight ass.� John rubbed the spit on cock coating
it with saliva, �You whine and bitch about it, but I know deep down you love it
when I control you; make you submit to my needs.�
Dean
closed his eyes as his father began shoving his thick hard prick inside his dry
passage, �Anything is better than you ignoring me like you have for the last
few days.�
John
continued to shove inside Dean�s body despite the twinge of remorse and guilt he
felt at his son�s confession, �Dean, you are so fucked up baby. You shouldn�t
want this from me; especially this way.�
Dean
tasted blood on his lower lip as he bit into it trying to stifle the cries of
agony as his ass was breached by his father�s demanding cock, �I�ll take you
anyway I can get you�I love you.�
John
closed his eyes when he found himself fully sheathed inside Dean�s hot velvety
walls, �Please let me enjoy this. I don�t want to hear this shit right now.�
Dean
felt as if he had been slapped in the face, �Sorry to bother you.� He pushed
back on his father causing the engorged dick to slip even further inside him,
�Just shoot your fucking load in me so I can get some fucking sleep!�
John
began to pump in and out of Dean�s ass grinning, �That�s more like it. I want
you to be my slut tonight not some fucking girl with emotional needs.�
On
his side, Dean adjusted his top leg so that he could give his father better
access to his hole, �And that would be different how?�
John
reached a hand underneath Dean�s top leg, aimed upwards, and pounded into
Dean�s aching hole, �Just shut the fuck up and tell me how good I feel inside
you.�
Dean
rolled his eyes in disbelief, �Maybe if you weren�t drunk and could actually
fuck me right I would tell you how good it feels.�
John
placed his hand over Dean�s mouth and pushed down firmly. �Shut up Dean. I�m
trying to get off here you know?� John held on tightly to Dean�s leg and
pummeled the abused hole eagerly, �We both know you love this Dean. The
submission��John could feel the sweat rolling down his forehead with his
physical efforts, �You�re so fucking hot for me and we both know it.� John
licked at Dean�s neck and continued pressing his hand into his son�s mouth,
�You need this as much as I do�yeah, that�s fucking it baby, squeeze that tight
ass around Daddy�s cock.� John sucked on Dean�s earlobe and slammed hard inside
Dean�s body feeling the familiar tightening wrapping around his prick, �I need
you so bad baby�make me cum inside you, milk it out of me�God, that�s it!�
Dean
could feel the hot liquid splashing inside him coating his insides with his
Daddy�s seed and he shook in partial shame and excitement. He reached for his
own cock but had his hand slapped away, �Please��
John
wrapped his hand around Dean�s cock and gently rocked in and out Dean�s body
reveling in the after-shocks of his own orgasm, �I have to give you something
for your birthday, don�t I?�
Dean
felt his father�s loving hand stroking and squeezing around his dick, �It was
nice of you to remember.� Dean arched his back into his father�s chest grateful
that his gift this year wasn�t in a brown paper bag and didn�t require special
training to use. It only took a few determined strokes before Dean exploded in
pleasure, �Fuck�yes�umm��
�Happy
Birthday Dean,� John whispered tenderly into Dean�s ear as he felt his son
jettisoning his warm milky release onto his palm, �I love you too��
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Dean awoke in his hospital bed longing
for his father but found only Sam sitting by his bed, �Where�s Dad?�
The demon put the magazine down he
had been reading, �He�s resting in his own room. How do you feel? Want some
ice?�
�I feel like I got hit by an
eighteen-wheeler�oh wait, I did get hit by an eighteen-wheeler,� Dean joked.
The demon shook his head in amusement
getting up to fetch ice for Dean, �I don�t know how you can joke about
everything.�
�It�s my MO remember,� Dean sadly
recalled the demon�s words to him in the cabin. �It masks all the nastiness
inside me.�
�Don�t
you dare let him tear himself up over what you said at the cabin you bastard!�
Sam screamed inside his own head.
�This
is my game little Sammy. I make the rules and you get to watch me destroy your
brother,� the demon teased.
�Dean, truthfully, the demon was
right. You do always try to hide the pain and fear with humor and sarcasm,� the
demon responded. �It�s part of your charm.�
�So, I guess that means it was right
about everything else too?�
�Like what?� the demon knowingly
asked pouring ice chips into a plastic cup.
�That your Dad�s favorite and that
you guys don�t need me as much as I need you,� Dean answered looking down at
his lap.
�Dean, you know that�s not true,� the
demon replied handing Dean the cup of ice. �You�re clearly Dad�s favorite.�
�Am I?� Dean asked as he took a few
ice chips into his throat. He closed his eyes in relief as the ice melted and
coated his parched throat with moisture.
�How could you ask that? Of course
you�re his favorite,� the demon began. �You�re his first born, his little
warrior, his lov�I mean his right-hand man.�
Dean winced when he heard the
inadvertent slip fall from his brother�s lips, �You can say it Sam. I�m his
lover.�
�Which I�m totally not understanding
or supporting, but what�s done is done,� the demon commented. �And you know
that he will leave you again and do what he does best in the process.�
�Which is what?� Dean asked
swallowing more ice chips.
�Hurt you, use you, abandon you, make
you feel like shit,� the demon remarked.
Dean held on tightly to the cup of
ice staring at it, �I�m sure you�re right, but I can�t help but to hope��
�Hope for what Dean? That he�ll love
you the way you deserve? That he�ll treat you with respect?� the demon
interrupted.
Dean felt his hand trembling from
holding the cup of ice; the physical exertion of such a simple act made his
stomach clench in discomfort and the sheer effort to form words was monumental,
�Like you�ve done any better.�
�Don�t you dare compare me to him,�
the demon cautioned. �I�ve never abused you or used you like he has.�
�But you would if you could wouldn�t
you?� Dean asked.
�Excuse me?�
�Sammy, I�ve seen the way you look at
me when you don�t think I�m looking,� Dean began. �You�re just like him; except
at least he had the guts to go for what he wanted rather than hiding from his
desires.�
�Dean you are out of your mind,� the
demon remarked. �How could you think I would want that from you?�
Dean looked sadly at his brother and
frowned, �Never mind Sam. I�m just striking out at you trying to get you to
stop talking about Dad like he�s a monster.�
�But he is a monster Dean. He�s no
better than that demon that tore you apart and killed Mom and Jess,� the demon
stated sitting back into the not so comfortable chair. �Maybe he�s even worse
than the demon.�
Dean pinned Sam with a look of pure
hatred, �Don�t you fucking ever say that again. He�s our father not a fucking
demon!�
The demon shook his head in
disbelief, �I cannot believe that you�re still defending him after what he did
to you in that cabin. He raped you, held you down against your will, and shoved
his cock up your ass.�
�Get out�get out!� Dean demanded
through clenched teeth.
�No! You need to wake up from this
fantasy world of yours and see the truth,� the demon countered.
�Sam, please�leave me alone,� Dean
pleaded. �I�m so fucking tired.�
�Is there a problem gentleman?� the
duty nurse called from the door.
�No,� the demon answered. �Dean was
just telling me how tired he was and I was getting ready to leave him alone for
a while.�
�I thing that would be prudent,� the
nurse replied looking at the monitors. She pulled out a syringe from her
uniform pocket, removed the protective cover, and slipped the needle into the
IVs connector pushing the clear liquid into Dean�s IV line. �Dr. Morris ordered
a sedative for you Dean so you could get a good night�s sleep.�
The demon watched as Dean�s eyes
began to droop as the nurse finished up her business and left the room. �I�ll
see you in the morning Dean,� the demon offered turning to leave.
�Wait, Sam�why do these people know
our real names?� Dean struggled to whisper as the sedative took immediate
effect.
�I don�t know. You�ll have to ask
Dad,� the demon replied.
�But�you�re the one that�s not
injured, so�you had to be the one to tell them our names,� Dean labored to say
through his drug-induced haze.
The truth was that the demon had been
so preoccupied with his plans for the Winchesters that he had inadvertently
given the hospital their real names not even thinking of the possible
consequences of the revelation. �I didn�t tell them anything. Maybe Dad had his
real ID on him and they found out our names through him when he was slipping in
and out of consciousness.�
Dean frowned at his father�s lapse of
control, �That was careless of him�.what if they find out I�m already legally
dead?�
The
demon searched Sam�s mind for the truth about Dean�s death but Sam blocked his
probing with his strengthening powers, �Let me in boy or I�ll gut your
brother!�
�I
thought you already knew everything about us?� Sam antagonized.
�Well,
that�s not exactly true�I only know what my minions see and what I can steal
from your pathetic mind,� the demon admitted watching as Dean lost his fight
with the sedative and closed his eyes.
�Pathetic?
Seems to me that I�m doing a good job keeping you out,� Sam confidently
replied.
The
demon approached Dean�s bed and bent down to kiss the human lightly on the
cheek, �Don�t get too cocky on my Sammy. There�s more than one way to get the
information I need.�
�You
can try all you want but I�m not going to give you any information that will
help you into deceiving my family,� Sam challenged. �I know what you�re doing.
You�re trying to push my father out of the picture so you can sweet talk
yourself into Dean�s bed only to turn against him and crush his spirit, and I
won�t��
�Won�t
what boy? Won�t let me use you to hurt Dean? Won�t let me make your own father
so distraught with guilt and remorse that he gives up and gets himself
carelessly killed?�
�Eventually
you�ll have to leave my body because I will learn how to push you out,� Sam
replied. �And I swear to God that I will banish you back to Hell where you
belong!�
The
demon ran his hand lightly down Dean�s face admiring the curve of the perfect
lips, �He really is quite stunning isn�t he? Even though he�s bruised, beaten,
and suffering he still looks almost angelic.� The demon ran his thumb over
Dean�s lips, �I wonder if your sweet dear friend Missouri can
feel his suffering all the way in Kansas?�
Sam�s
mind buzzed with fear, �How do you know about Missouri?�
�My
dearest daughter Meg gave me a rundown on all your Daddy�s contacts, and I do
believe that you two share some special bond,� the demon grinned. �I wonder if I
could make her give me information about Dean�s supposed death?�
�You
leave her out of this!� Sam yelled within his own mind.
�I�m
afraid I can�t do that; unless of course, you decide to cooperate,� the demon
remarked leaning down to kiss Dean�s lips.
Sam
couldn�t keep his own body from kissing his brother and he felt sick, �You�d
never be able to fool her. She would sense your presence the moment you stepped
foot near her.�
�Of
course she would. She has sensed my presence before all those years ago in that
cozy house where I killed your sweet mama. I waited there for you to return but
your stubborn father kept you away from me,� the demon informed Sam.
�Why
didn�t you follow us and take me later on?� Sam asked curious about the demon�s
intent.
�I
tell you what Sam. You tell me about Dean�s death and the real location of the
Colt, and I will tell you about my plans for you and the other children like
you,� the demon offered.
Sam
watched as his hand involuntarily slipped underneath Dean�s blanket and began caressing
his brother�s warm thigh, �I�ll tell you about Dean�s death but not the Colt.�
The
demon squeezed Dean�s thigh gently, �No deal. I think that a visit to Missouri will
change your mind.�
�She
won�t talk to you!�
�Who
said anything about talking?� the demon asked removing his hand from Dean�s
thigh. �As I have already mentioned, there is more than one way to get the
information I need.�
Sam
was torn. On one hand, he wanted the demon as far away from Dean as possible
even if it was only for a day or so. On the other hand, he didn�t want the
demon going anywhere near Missouri, �I
can�t believe that you would leave Dean�s side even for a day to find out
information that is basically useless to you.�
The
demon snickered softly, �Everything has a use, and who said anything about me
visiting Missouri?�
The demon placed his hand on Dean�s hand, �I got other children that can take
care of her.�
�She�s
too powerful of a psychic. She�ll be able to keep them out of her mind,� Sam
reasoned.
�Not
if they�re more powerful than she is�,� the demon smiled.
Sam took a moment to process the demon�s statement, �Wait a minute. You
have others like me and Missouri
under demonic influence?�

�Very good Sammy, and to think, it only took you twenty-three years to
figure out part of my plan,� the demon sarcastically remarked.

�What for and why would you need that kind of power?� Sam frantically
asked fearing the answer.

�You�ll soon find out Sammy. Eventually, you�ll grow weaker against my
probing, you�ll fall completely under my control, and you�ll discover the
truth�the truth about your place in my plan; the truth about why I have allowed
your family to live all these years�and the truth about your brother�s
destiny.�

Part XI coming soon.
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Warnings: WINCEST, coerced sex, mention of underage sex, darkthemes, a manipulating John

Warnings: WINCEST, coerced sex, mention of underage sex, dark
themes, a manipulating John