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Back From Hell	By : KagetsuAsame Category: Supernatural > Slash - Male/Male Views: 2623 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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            Blood trickled from the corner of Dean's lips as Alastair hummed a tune, cutting his chest open, "I will never get tired of this. I love seeing you undone."
            A broken laugh escaped Dean's lips, "Glad you approve, I'm happy I can make your day a little brighter." He coughed, blood splattering on the floor.
            "Oh, Dean, you fill my days with such joy! How many years have we been at this? Ten? Fifteen? Yes, it's been fifteen now. I think it's time to take this relationship of ours to the next level." His fingers trailed over the black mark almost lovingly.
            He swallowed hard, feeling his blood slide down his throat, "The next level? What's that, flowers and chocolates?" He coughed again this time sending blood to splatter on Alastair's nice, clean shirt.
            Alastair's form shifted from that of the nondescript man to one he hadn't seen before. His eyes were sunken and his features were off but attractive, this was his favorite. The one just for Dean and only at times when he was going to enjoy the soul strapped to his rack in a very special way.
            "While chocolates and flowers may be very apropos, they will not be involved this time. Perhaps I'll remember how much you like them for next time." He slid close, pressing against him. Dean could feel his skin knitting together, his organs shifting back to their rightful places, "Don't worry, I think you'll enjoy this on some level at least." Alastair's fingers slid down his sides, skittering over his ribs. A soft gasp escaped his lips, his body arching. There was no pain for once, pleasure flowed from the torturer's fingertips, and it set his nerves on fire, "Let us see if we can find what feels best." His lips wrapped around the lobe of his ear, sucking softly.
            Long fingers massaged down his sides, resting on his hips, his thumbs drew small circles, pressing against the bone before sliding up over his stomach. A low moan escaped his lips as those fingers pressed and massaged into sensitive areas, working into his skin and muscle. He felt himself going limp, the metal shackles of the rack the only thing holding him upright as his muscles released. His length hardened, curving up as Alastair slowly stroked over his nipples, working them into tight buds.
            "Stop touching me you son of a bitch." Dean's words were short and clipped as he clenched his teeth, trying to fight off another wave of pleasure, "Cut into me if you want but stop touching me."
            Alastair chuckled, licking his throat slowly, "But you're so hard already, my boy." He smirked, nibbling his earlobe, "Don't you want me to touch here?" His fingers slid up and down his length, admiring the way it twitched against his fingers.
            A low moan escaped the hunter's lips, "Bastard." His hips rotated forward into his grasp.
            He cupped his cheek gently, "You'll feel better in a moment." His fingers wrapped tight around the turgid length, giving it a sharp tug, rolling his hand over his tip. That touch is all it took to send Dean soaring, coming over the demon's hand, "See, don't you feel so much better now?" His fingers dug deeply into his length as he came and Dean screamed.
-Break-
            The Witnesses had been dealt with and things were slowly getting back to normal, well, as normal as things can be when you're hunting demons and attempting to stop seals from being broken. It was hunting for one of the seals that it happened. Sam and Dean had split up working through a forest for the demon who was in charge of breaking the seal. The man Dean saw made his blood run cold. He was just as he remembered him, sunken features and long fingers, the man who haunted his dreams.
            "Alastair." The name was a whispered plea, begging that he wasn't really there.
            He smiled, moving forward through the trees, "Dean." That voice slid over his skin like a hiss of silk, "You have been a very, very naughty boy."
            He was frozen in place, his head bowing automatically at the sound of disappointment in the demon's voice, "I'm sorry." His eyes went wide, not able to wrap his mind around the words that escaped his lips.
            Almost tenderly he cupped his cheek, "Oh, I know somewhere inside you are very sorry but from the look in your eyes I know you're not." He tipped his head up so their eyes met, "Don't worry, we have time to make it better." His shirt was torn from his body revealing the unblemished skin of his left shoulder, "Now, don't move." He turned away for a moment, picking up a bronze chalice and pulling out his shining blade, "You should remember this, hold very still, we wouldn't want to make a mistake."
            He slit his wrist, the blood pouring into the vessel. Dean was frozen, sweat breaking out on his skin, sliding down his spine as Alastair dipped the blade into the blood. Slowly he began to reapply his mark, the blade sliding just as easily into his skin as it had in hell. He screamed as the first cut was made, his body locked in place, whether by Alastair's power or his own twisted desire to please he wasn't sure.
            "That angel of yours made a grave mistake in touching what is mine. I can accept his mark on you so long as mine remains. After all, in the end, his mark will be flayed from your skin." He focused on the mark, making sure each line was returned to its rightful place engraved on his skin.
            "Y-Yes." His voice came out in a raw whisper, "Please, I need more." His voice was strained, the words tumbling from his lips in a plea.
            Alastair stroked a bloody hand through his hair, soothing him, "I'm afraid we don't have time for more. I'm terribly sorry, I would love to pin you down and take you, map your body with teeth and tongue but your giant of a brother will be looking for you." He paused, "I can leave you with this however." He pressed close, kissing him slowly, his tongue lapping at his lips, sliding into map his mouth and twining around his tongue.
            Dean moaned into it, trying to get more, his tongue lapping back. All too soon the demon pulled away, "Please."
            "Hush now, be a good boy, we will be together soon."
            "Dean!" Sam's voice cut through the haze Alastair left him in.
            Dean's gaze shifting to look at his uncovered shoulder, there was no sign of blood or wounds and yet he knew Alastair's mark was firmly imbedded in his flesh, "Sammy! Over here." He adjusted his shirt, glaring at the rip Alastair left in it, "Find anything?"
            "Nothing, I'm beginning to wonder if we got the wrong information." His eyes lingered on the ripped shirt for a moment before looking away, "What about you?"
            He shook his head, "Just a branch. This was my favorite shirt too."
            A smile spread across his face, "We'll get you a new one. Let's head out and see if we can't find anything. I think we've been played."
            The older brother nodded, heading back the way he had come, "I'm hungry, we deserve pie for this wild goose chase."
-Break-
            "Do you know what demon blood does to a person?" Alastair circled him slowly, "When given young enough it changes the person, can grant them power, but it can also be severely addictive."
            Dean was used to this by now, Alastair would circle him, instruct him on important facts. This time it was on demons, on what Dean was slowly becoming since he had stepped off the rack. The ex-hunter was on his knees, arms clasped behind him, head bowed while Alastair instructed him, his voice smooth and sibilant.
            "What would happen if I drank your blood now?" Questions were always encouraged, Alastair loved to indulge him.
            His fingers stroked through his hair, "It would help speed along your turning, grant you more strength, and it will help wind that coil inside you tighter, the one you love so much."
            Dean's vibrant green eyes were ringed with black as he shifted his gaze to look up at Alastair, "I want it." He licked his lips, "Please Alastair, I want it."
            He smiled, white eyes gazing down at him fondly, "Patience, I'm not one to deny you when you ask so prettily but we must finish our lesson."
            He huffed softly, "Yes, sir."
            Alastair chuckled, "No need for that lovely. You need to remember this lesson, it is important for our future. You do remember what's going to happen, don't you?" At Dean's nod he continued, "Humans become addicted to it quite easily, especially after having been fed it as a baby. When detoxing a person it is imperative to remember that they will do whatever it takes to get their fix. You must be stronger than them and if not stronger then more cunning." He slit his wrist slowly, watching the blood well up, "Now come, drink." He offered it to him, watching as he wrapped his hands around his arm and sucked hungrily, green eyes blurring to black.
-Break-
            Sam was drinking demon blood. He knew it now, that explained why he wasn't there when he had a nightmare and then denied it. He had to of been drinking it from that skank, Ruby. She had been oddly absent since her bout of questioning. The question was, where were they meeting and what were they doing in the middle of the night? He laid in bed, Sam hadn't left yet but he could tell by his breathing that he wasn't really asleep. Dean kept his eyes closed, keeping his breathing even, waiting for the rustle of sheets that said he was up and moving. He was going to follow his brother and catch them, see if his suspicions were founded.
            Sam had met up with Ruby outside of their hotel. Dean stayed close, following them to another hotel with a car he had stolen outside of their room. They paid for an hour before going in. Dean followed, eyes narrowed. He gave them a few minutes to get settled before kicking in the door. Sam's lips were wrapped around her wrist, his hips pressing forward into her. He was too wrapped up in what he we doing to notice his brother but that didn't stop Ruby. She let out a lewd moan, rotating her hips and smirking darkly at the older brother. Dean whirled, slamming the door and stalking away. He could feel tears in his eyes and that coil deep inside clenching almost painfully. His brother was having sex with a demon, drinking her blood. He had to do something, he had to save his brother before this spiraled further out of control.
            He walked away, trying to put distance between himself and the cheap love motel. He felt horribly confused. Sam didn't trust him enough to tell him what was going on and he was having sex with the enemy. Dean closed his eyes, he had sex with a demon, let one touch him earlier, he still wanted to have sex with a demon. Was it alright for him to want it but not Sam? Was he the only one allowed? No, but he wasn't drinking demon blood. Finally he collapsed, sitting on the curb and burying his face in his hands.
            "Oh, Dean, you go through so much for that brother of yours." Alastair's voice was almost like a balm on his soul, his fingers gently went into his hair, "Come, I know how to make you feel a million times better. We can release that coil in your soul, that painful spring." Dean's eyes were red as Alastair spoke, "I will make you forget everything for a few, sweet, minutes. You won't have a single thought in your mind. Everything will be just fine. No more Sam, no more Ruby, no more Castiel, just you and I." He stroked through his hair, down his spine, "Let me take care of everything. All you have to do is let me."
            "Do it."
            The smile was almost feral, "Don't worry, when I'm done with you there won't be a thought in your pretty little head." He pulled him to his feet, kissing him hard and deep, possessive.
            Dean found himself pressed back onto an expensive bed, far more comfortable and luxurious than the cheap motels they stayed at. Alastair's lips never left his, his hands sliding over his body starting to strip him. The human gasped for breath as they parted, His shirt being pulled sharply over his head before the demon's lips were latched to his throat. He nibbled and sucked as Dean's fingers came up, grasping at his shirt, tugging it from his body, needing to touch his flesh, to feel it beneath his hands, to know this was real. Alastair growled, sinking his teeth roughly into his shoulder, drawing blood to the surface, watching it trickle over pale skin.
            "I love how well you wear my mark." His fingers traced the mark with reverence before his tongue began to trace each swirl.
            Dean arched back, a low keen escaping his lips, "Alastair! Touch me dammit!" He lifted his hips up demandingly, growling softly, his hands fumbling down to his pants, trying to get them undone, "Shit." He growled, wringing a soft chuckle from the torturer.
            "Allow me." The demon's hands were sure and steady as he undid the button and zipper, shucking off their pants easily, "Better?"
            His length strained upward, dripping on his belly, angry and red, "Yes, fuck yes." His voice came out in a long hiss, "Now stroke me."
            Alastair laughed, long and hard, "Have you forgotten how this works, Deano? I will touch you when I'm ready, besides, I said I would make you forget and I'm a man of my word."
            Lips and fingers, teeth and tongue, sought out every sensitive spot, remapped all of his favorite places. His tongue counted each rib, his teeth sank into his ear, his hip. Long fingers slid in deep while his lips stroked and rubbed and kissed the sensitive skin of his thighs. Dean babbled, his fingers gripping at the sheets, tugging at the expensive bedding. He wasn't sure if he was begging or pleading or just letting out incoherent sounds of bliss. His head tossed to the side when Alastair wrapped his lips around his tip, his tongue sliding through his slit, seeking out every bit of taste he could find.
            "You taste just how I remember." He purred around him before pulling back with a pop, "I think you're ready." He retrieved his fingers, shifting positions to line up against his hole, "Remember Dean, relax and take it in." He bit his ear, gazing into eyes glossed with bliss as he pressed forward, sheathing his length deep inside of the human.
            He screamed, the burn and slide of Alastair's length splitting him open, "Fuck!" He rotated his hips down, trying to get him in deeper.
            Both demon and human moaned, hips pressing and rotating against each other. Dean clung to the man above him as tightly as he could, his nails going into his back, crying out, mouth latching onto his shoulder, biting down. Blood welled up around his teeth, his tongue rushing out to chase and catch it. Alastair's hips thrust forward, his length rubbing against his spot with each stroke. The most delicious sounds were wrung form the human's lips as his prostate was battered and he drank down Alastair's blood.
            "Come." The command was hissed into his ear. Immediately his body locked up and the howl was music to Alastair's ears, "Good boy." Heat splattered between them as the demon thrust in a final time, filling him up.
            They lay panting, pressed together as they rode through the last shocks of orgasm, "Holy hell, that was amazing, was there something I was trying to forget?"
            He stroked his fingers through his hair, "I'm so pleased with you, Dean. There's something that needs to happen and I need you to do it."
            He scowled slightly, "What is it?"
            "Don't worry, it's nothing bad. In fact you'll be helping your brother. He shouldn't be drinking demon blood, he's falling into addiction. After Azazel fed him there was always a chance that he would fall and fall hard. If he continues to feed from Ruby he will be playing into Lilith's hand. She wants him addicted."
            "Tell me what to do to save my brother."
            Dean was waiting for Sam when he got back to the motel, a look of concern on his face, "Sam, we need to talk."
            "About what?" He looked worried, moving forward and sitting down on his bed.
            He took a deep breath, "I saw you, with Ruby. I know you've been drinking her blood. You need to stop."
            Sam's lip curled up in a snarl, "It makes me stronger, I need it to fight Lilith!"
            Dean shook his head, "It's changing you! You have to stop, you're an addict. What if this is what Lilith wants? Please Sammy." He gave him his best concerned brother look, "I'm really worried about you, I want to help you."
            Sam closed his eyes, taking a deep breath, "I have it under control."
            "No, no you don't."
            "I'm getting out of here, don't follow me." He whirled, storming out the door.
            "Sammy!" He yelled, jerking to his feet.
            He ran to the door, only to be stopped by a hand on his shoulder, "Dean." Castiel, he should have known.
            "Let me go Cas, he's going to get himself killed!" He spun to face him, "Don't you understand? He's my brother, I have to protect him."
            "If you let him go now he will see. For right now you need to focus, there is a seal being broken as we speak. You must stop it."
            He jerked away from him, "Let it break, I have to save Sam." Dean stormed out the door, picking a direction and walking.
            "East." Castiel stood in the doorway, "The seal and your brother are to the east."
            He stopped, looking at him over his shoulder, "Thanks." His feet carried him east, looking for his brother.
            When Dean found Sam he was covered in blood, the corpses of three demons surrounded him, his mouth was stained crimson, "Dean? I-I need help." He swallowed, looking up at him.
            "Hell Sammy, you look like shit." He sighed softly, "Let's get you cleaned up and go see Bobby, maybe we can use his panic room for you to detox in." He reached down, helping him up, "It'll be ok, we'll get through this."
            Bobby and Dean made sure that Sam was cleaned before locking him in the panic room. Dean was tired, he didn't know what to do. Alastair had told him that it would take time, that Sam would beg and cry but it was important that they didn't let him out, no matter what he heard. Bobby gave him a shot a whiskey, putting it on the table in front of him.
            "Thanks." He mumbled softly, "We're doing the right thing." He closed his eyes, downing the shot.
            "Of course we are. Who knows what would have happened if this was allowed to go any further. It's good you caught him." He took a deep drink, "More?"
            "Yeah." He held his glass out, watching as the amber liquid sloshed along the walls. He downed it in one go, "It's not going to be pretty."
            "It won't but we'll be here for him and he will be fine." He took a final drink, "Get some rest, I'll see you in the morning." He left the bottle, heading to his room.
            Dean closed his eyes, letting his head fall to the table, "You did the right thing in telling me Cas. I think he took care of seal prevention for you at least." He let himself drift off, falling asleep slumped over the table.
-Break-
            "Dean, you have to remember, this is very important. Lilith wants to break the seals, she wants to release Lucifer from the cage. When Lucifer fell he took some of us with him but our brother Michael sealed him in a cage that could only be opened when sixty-six seals are broken. When this happens Lucifer will be released and the world will burn. The problem is that there are those of us who don't want hell on earth. There are even angels that want the apocalypse to come." Alastair sighed softly, "They will come for you. They wanted you down here and they wanted you to break. Both sides in this idiotic conflict wanted it. I bought your contract to save you from the idiots who would try to break you without knowing what they were doing." He paused, petting over his mark, "That brings us to where we are now. Angels are coming for you and they want to take you back up there, away from me, so you can fulfill some idiotic prophecy. You won't remember much of this but it will return to you. This is very important, we must stop them and to do so we need control and we need to stop the last seal from breaking. Lilith's death will break the final seal. The problem is we need her out of the way. There are boxes, if we lock her in her body we can hack her to pieces and seal her away. These boxes are made by angels. When you remember this you need to do your best to find a few of these boxes and we can go from there."
            "Find some angel boxes, that shouldn't be too hard." He rolled his eyes, his voice thick with sarcasm, "How do you even know the exist?" He rested his head on Alastair's leg, half closing his eyes.
            "I've seen them. I was once one of those feathered pansies but I fell with Lucifer. I taught him a few tricks, my proclivities even then were something only talked about behind closed doors. I was a good little soldier for awhile but I let myself fall and I'm glad of it." He smirked, "You should be happy I fell as well. We might never have met."
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