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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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-Bobby-
            He hadn't heard from the Winchesters since Sam detoxed from the demon blood. The last news he got was that they had taken care of Lilith and stopped the apocalypse. He kept an ear out for anything that might pertain to them. It was disheartening, he loved those boys, and Dean wasn't answering his phone. Every time his phone rang he hoped it was them and so far he had been disappointed every time. So when his phone rang this time he was sure he was going to be let down again.
            "What?" His voice came out gruff and short.
            "Bobby? This is Kenny; you wanted news on the Winchester boys, right?"
            He knew that voice, a little rat of a hunter, always out to save his own skin, "What do you know?" His tone brokered no disagreement.
            "I saw them, in Prineville Oregon. It looked like one of them was possessed! They were harvesting vampires for blood, some creepy shit."
            He started shaking, nearly dropping the phone, "You're sure it was them?" He was nearly yelling, "Kenny! You're positive it was them?"
            "Yeah, I'm sure. What do you want to happen? We could try to perform an exorcism but who knows how long that demon's been riding him."
            Bobby glared at the phone cradle as if Kenny could see him, "Don't you lay a finger on them and spread the word that they are to be left alone. I will take care of it, so make sure everyone you told about them knows that I will end them if I find out that they went after the Winchesters." He hung up without another word to the rat.
            He had to prepare and he had to find out what they were getting vampire blood for. If it was the demon that wanted it then it couldn't be for anything good. His gear was already loaded into his car but the boys would be long gone and he had some research to do. He was like a man possessed, hell bent on finding out what they were after. He tore through his books, hunting for any mention on the uses of vampire blood. When he found it he virtually collapsed into his chair, burying his face in his hands.
            "What have you boys gotten into that you're hiding from angels?"
-Sam-
            That hunter had seen them. Had seen the ebony of Dean's eyes. They had done their best to avoid it, to avoid letting Bobby know about Dean's...condition. Now all their hard work was ruined and he was sure Bobby knew that at least one of them was possessed by a demon. It would be worse if he knew the truth, that Dean was the demon.
            Sam jumped, his phone ringing, "It's Bobby." He swallowed hard, staring at the phone.
            "Answer it, he already knows."
            "Hey Bobby, how are you?" Sam tried to keep his voice calm, as though nothing was wrong.
            "Don't, hey Bobby me! Tell me it isn't true, that one of you dumb asses isn't possessed."
            He swallowed softly, "Neither of us are possessed..." He trailed off.
            "What are you hiding?" He sounded angry, very angry.
            "Don't freak out, we're both fine, I promise. Neither of us are possessed but Dean..."
            Dean shook his head vigorously, "No, no, don't you dare tell him." He hissed, fingers clenching on the wheel.
            "After we took care of Lilith, Dean became a demon." The words almost blurred together he spoke so quickly.
            Sam pulled the phone away from his ear as Bobby began to shout, angrily, "You assholes! Did you even think? Did either of you think?! What the hell was going through Dean's head?"
            He laughed nervously, "Well, see, that's just it, hell was going through his head."
            Dean glared at him, "Sam, shut up." He hissed, pulling over.
            "Sam, he wouldn't want this. It's a demon, it isn't your brother." His voice sounded broken, "He wouldn't want to live like this, taken over by a demon."
            "You don't get it, it's Dean! It's what he wanted! We're still hunting, Bobby, we've been together the whole time! You have to understand!" He was pleading, he knew that, but he had to make him understand.
            "Where are you? Let me see you and Dean, I can make my own decision."
            Dean shook his head, "No! Don't you dare tell him where we are." The moment Sam opened his mouth to speak he grabbed the phone, snapping it closed, "Don't make me throw it out the window." He hissed, eyes flashing black.
            "Easy Dean, it's ok, he doesn't know where we are." He laid a hand on his arm, "It's ok, we need to get the rest of the ingredients, let's focus on that and not worry about Bobby."
            He took a slow breath, closing his eyes for a moment, "I'm good, what else do we need?" He pulled back onto the road.
            "Demon blood, the blood of a virgin, the blood of..." He scowled, looking at the translation, "The tarnished soul? What's that?"
            "We have demon blood at least; I can open a vein for this. Virgin blood might be a little difficult to get but I can ask Alastair and that just leaves tarnished. Maybe your blood would work; you're kind of tarnished but still shiny."
            "Thanks, I think, why don't you ask Alastair when you hit him up for virgin blood?" He shot back, rolling his eyes.
            Dean laughed, "Don't get your panties in a twist princess; I'll see what he knows. Let's find a motel so I can ask, I don't want to spill blood in the Impala." He paused, "Unless you just want me to go down there for a few minutes to ask in person."
            "Go ahead and go down, I know you like seeing him. Just, can you leave your body looking like its asleep or something?"
            He gave him an odd look, "Are you scared?" The look on Sam's face was priceless, "You are! You're afraid of looking at my body without me in it!" He laughed so hard he had to pull onto the shoulder.
            Sam growled, "Shut up, jerk."
            "Bitch." He grinned, "Don't worry, I'll make it good."
            The rest of the trip to the motel Sam was nervous, especially with the look on Dean's face; he looked smug to say the least. The moment they were inside Dean started to hum, "I'm going to the bathroom." He eyed his brother wearily, closing himself in. After using the facilities and washing his face he stepped out, "Dean?"
            "Give me a minute, this has to be perfect."
            The lights were off and it made him nervous, "Hurry up, I don't want to stand in the dark."
            He could hear the snap of fingers and the lights came on. His brother was laid out over his bed, one hand resting high on his thigh; his other arm was draped over his eyes. His lips were slightly parted and his legs spread and relaxed. To top it off he was only wearing a pair of boxers.
            "I'll be back in a little bit Sammy." The black smoke that was his brother disappeared into the ground leaving a stunned Sam standing there staring at his brother's empty body, a body that was posed in a lewd position.
-Dean-
            It was good to be back in hell. He didn't arrive exactly where he wanted to, especially since Alastair wasn't there. What pleased him was the fact that Alastair had left a soul in his work room, all strapped in and waiting for a session. This meant the elder demon was planning on coming back soon. It was a woman; she appeared in her twenties, pretty with ebony hair and bright blue eyes.
            She finally noticed he was there, "You have to help me!" Her voice left a little to be desired but it was probably because she had been screaming.
            "Are you alright?" He moved over to her, feigning concern, his fingers reached for the shackles.
            "Please, let me down, he's coming back!" Her eyes were panicked, "You have to help me out of here, I don't belong here!"
            He tugged at the shackles, "I can't get them loose!"
            "Dean." It was Alastair's voice, rolling his name over his tongue as if it were the sweetest candy, "I know you're here, Dean."
            His eyes widened and he gave them another tug, allowing one of them to loosen a bit, just enough that she could slip her hand out, "Thank you, oh God, where is he?"
            His eyes darted around the room, "He's not here yet but he will be soon, we don't have much time."
            "Dean, when I find you I'm going to slowly cut out your heart and feed it to you."
            He backed away from her, "I'm sorry, I have to go." He looked at her, panic in his eyes.
            "No, no, don't leave me, please!" Tears tracked down her cheeks as he backed away from her, straight into Alastair.
            "Deano, it's such a pleasure to see you." He licked up his throat slowly, "To what do I owe this visit?"
            He relaxed in his grasp, letting out a low sound, "Just an ingredient and a question."
            "Ah, are you still working on that spell?" He slid his hands up his sides, under his shirt.
            "Yes, I require virgin blood and what is the tarnished soul?" He groaned softly, smirking at the bound soul.
            She let out a cry, scrambling with her bonds, "Please, let me go."
            The pair ignored her, "Your brother should fit the bill. It's a soul that has been marked. If you weren't a demon you would apply as well. The virgin blood is easy." He nibbled at his throat, holding him close against his chest, "Do you have time to play a little?"
            A low groan escaped his lips as he arched back against him, "Mm, yes, I can make time to play a little bit." He tipped his head back and to the side, resting it on his shoulder.
            Alastair kissed and nibbled his throat softly, "Would you like to play with her while I take you, own you, reclaim you?" His fingers gripped his hips tightly, bruising his skin.
            "Yes." His body arched before he pulled away, sauntering toward her. She sobbed softly, unable to get the bindings free, "Shh." He stroked her cheek softly, grasping her wrist firmly and sliding it back into the shackle, "Everything is fine." He cooed, smiling sweetly at her as he bound her wrist securely to the rack, "What did you do to get sent down here?" He kept his voice quiet, calming, stroking her hair back from her face.
            She sobbed softly, breath hitching, "Please, I want to go home."
            His eyes narrowed slightly, "Tell me, come now, you'll feel better if you let it all out."
            "I-I wanted a good job, a husband, and a son, I wanted a good life."
            His grin widened, "Let me guess, someone told you that you could have it all in exchange for ten years. Ten years and they would come to collect." She nodded, "You made a deal with a demon, baby. You belong here now, in hell, and we're the welcoming committee." He paused, "Allow me to introduce us, this is Alastair, head torturer and current ruler of hell, and I am Dean, his partner." He bowed slightly, "You got lucky that he chose you, it isn't every day that Alastair takes on a new soul."
            Alastair moved close behind him, picking up his favorite blade and sliding it into Dean's hand, "Strip for me first, just will those pesky clothes of yours away so that I may play with you."
            His eyes closed for a moment, his clothing melting away. He slid the blade down her cheek, watching a small trickle of blood well up against her skin. The elder demon's fingers slipped down his throat, over his ribs. His fingers found a nipple, tweaking it softly. As Dean carved with his blade Alastair carved with his fingers, pressing and massaging his flesh. When a hand was wrapped around his turgid length he slipped the blade deeper than meaning to, a gout of blood spurting across his face. The sound of disappointment in his ear made him shudder and whimper.
            "I can see you've forgotten how to do this properly." He shook his head, "You can enjoy what I'm doing and still focus on your work." He nibbled at his mark, "Begin again."
            He took a deep calming breath before beginning to carve again. The white eyed demon's hands were relentless, working his flesh like a well loved instrument. It felt like forever before his fingers delved inside and this time he was ready for the sharp jolt of pleasure. He kept the blade steady as he was worked open on those long fingers. The woman on the rack became secondary, his body working on auto pilot as his hips sought more pleasure. He kept his eyes focused on her; the room was filled with her screams as he continued to cut.
            "Take me." He hissed, hands clenching as Alastair retrieved his fingers.
            "Easy." He purred, nudging against his hole, "Keep still while I sink into you." He sucked at his earlobe as he slowly slid inside, filling him with his flesh.
            He laid the blade aside, his fingers moving to dig into her flesh as he was slowly entered. Alastair always took his time, loving to see Dean come undone. His hips pulled back before sinking forward, watching as Dean's fingers dug deeply into her skin, tearing at her flesh. Her screams filled the room as she was torn apart. A constant stream of moans and profanities escaped the young demon as he pressed back, trying to get him to go faster, harder, to take him the way he most liked. He kept steady, rubbing against his spot with each rotation of his hips.
            A low hiss echoed through his ear as he thrust back against his tormentor, "Tear her to pieces, Deano. She sold her soul for this, for eternal suffering at the hands of demons." He bit the lobe sharply, "Make her pay for that perfect life she got."
            He howled, grabbing and ripping as he was pounded into, "Close! Harder!" His voice came out as a growled demand, his hips jerking back with each thrust as he tore her to pieces with his bare hands.
            One final snap in and they both came. Dean screamed his pleasure, locking up around him, sinking his teeth into Alastair's wrist, drinking deeply as his throat was bit into. The elder demon grunted softly as his hips jerked forward, his fingers digging into his hips, keeping him still as he rode through his release. They slowly lowered to the floor, panting softly; Dean was limp against him, nuzzling weakly at his shoulder.
            "Wow."
            Alastair chuckled, "Glad I impressed you." His fingers rubbed at the wounds on his hips softly, "As soon as we can move again I'll get you that virgin blood."
            "I don't want to move, it's been too long."
            He chuckled, shaking his head, "It's been longer for me. Do you think I want to let you go?"
            "True but you know I have to go back. Sam can't take care of himself." He smirked, smiling up at him, groaning as Alastair softened, sliding out of him, "I guess that's our cue."
            In an instant they were both clothed and clean of blood, "Now, to remember where I put that blood." He trailed off, getting to his feet and looking through his shelves.
            The shelves that lined the workroom were stocked with all manner of strange ingredients. Bones and blood, all things rare and unusual. Alastair never let him go through his things but he had given lessons on each object. They were all neatly labeled as well, but the script was ancient. He had learned most of it over the ten years he had spent here before Castiel came for him.
            "Need help finding it?" He looked over what was left of the woman on the rack.
            "No, no, here it is." He pulled out a small vial, "This should be enough for the two of you." He tossed him the vial, smirking as Dean almost dropped it.
            "Thanks." He paused, "How do we get things out of hell?"
            Alastair laughed, "I'll send you and the vial out. It will be in your coat pocket. Close your eyes."
            Dean gasped, opening his eyes, looking down at his body, "Oh, come on!"
-Sam-
            He couldn't believe that Dean left himself in that position, almost touching himself. When Dean came back he was going to be in for a surprise. He repositioned him soon after he left. Tying him spread eagle to the bed, if his brother wanted to be sultry he would take it a step further. On the ceiling he taped a note.
            "Oh, come on!" Dean's voice rang through the motel room, prompting him to step out of the bathroom.
            "Look who's back!" He grinned, crossing his arms over his chest, looking down at his bound brother.
            He rolled his eyes, "Really, Sammy? I heard you liked being tied up, since you left yourself in such an awesome position I couldn't help it.' Let me loose!"
            "Nope." He looked smug, "Not going to untie you. You can stay this way tonight."
            He tugged at the ropes, "You know I can undo this, right?" He smirked.
            "Nope, you can't. I burned sigils into the ropes, your powers won't work. You get to wait until I undo them."
            Dean's eyes bled black, "Sammy!" He growled, snarling and tugging again.
            "Get some sleep, Dean." He smirked; lying in bed and closing his eyes, letting himself slowly drift.
            "Sammy, did you mark up the bed too?" His voice was quiet and Sam could picture the smile on his face.
            He didn't open his eyes, "You know I did." He smiled back.
            He grumbled, "We'll never be able to stay in a Motel 6 again."
            Sam laughed, settling down and falling asleep for the night. He woke up bright and early to find Dean's eyes locked on him, "Good morning."
            "Morning Sammy, can you untie me now?" He gave him his most innocent look.
            "You do need a shower; guess I can let you up." He paused, "Going to leave your body in lewd positions again?"
            "I dunno, are you going to tie me up again?" He countered.
            He moved to the bedside, touching the knots, "I think you like it, so don't complain." He released the knot before moving to free his other arm before his feet, "Take a shower, you stink."
            "I'm all stiff now, happy?" He grumbled, rolling his shoulders and heading for the shower.
            He felt proud of himself. He hadn't known how long Dean would be gone and had acted fast. It had to be one of his favorite pranks yet. Of course his brother hadn't looked amused but he didn't care, it was worth it, or he hoped it would be worth it. Dean could be vindictive and as a demon he was downright unstable sometimes. While his brother was in the shower he opened the pamphlet again.
            "It is best not to anger a new demon. They can be volatile and vindictive and that nature can cause overreaction." This made Sam a little worried but he pressed on, "Do not apologize. If you have angered a demon it is in your best interest not to apologize. Stand your ground and do not show weakness." He could hope that Dean wasn't really mad at him for tying him up, "Stay on your guard for a few days after the event, this can mean the difference between avoiding retribution and falling into a trap."
            The shower turned off and he slid the pamphlet back into his bag. Dean came out, dressed and ready to go, "Why aren't you dressed yet?"
            "Was trying to decide where we should go for the ritual. Did Alastair give you an answer on the tarnished soul?" He pulled on his jeans before changing his shirt.
            "Yep, you qualify so we've got all we need." He grabbed the translation, looking it over, "We need a wide open and secluded area since we have to be naked." He waggled his eyebrows, grinning, "Somewhere we won't be disturbed."
            The pair got into the Impala, Dean behind the wheel. They headed out of town, looking for a large field to suit their purposes. It was ten miles out of town when they found the perfect location. The field was flat, open, and lined by trees, they had almost missed it. Dean pulled off the road, making sure the virgin blood was in his coat like Alastair said it would be. They worked in silence, taking the three jars of vampire blood and getting two more empty jars as well as first aid supplies. The trek to the middle of the field was a long one but the location was ideal. Both of them stripped, putting their clothes into a pile far enough away that they would stay clean.
            "Ok, bleed into this jar." He handed it over, "And my tarnished blood goes in here." He ordered, slitting his wrist and holding it over the jar.
            Both jars were soon filled and Sam wrapped his wrist with a bandage. He didn't cut deep enough to need stitches and Dean was already healed. Dean took two jars of vampire blood, starting to walk in a large circle, making a blood circle big enough for both of them. Sam took the remaining one, using it to draw symbols at the four directions. All three jars were empty after drawing the sigil on the ground, that left the final three to draw the marks on themselves. Dean picked up the virgin blood, dipping is fingers in it before beginning to draw sigils onto Sam's face, chanting softly as he worked. When he finished he handed the vial to Sam who repeated the process. The blood of the tarnished soul came next, they drew the sigils across their backs, the demon blood formed the marks on their chests. They stood facing each other in the center of the circle, hands clasped together as they began to chant. The vampire blood began to glow before bursting into flames, igniting in a ring of fire. The sigils painted on their bodies shined in the firelight as they continued their chant until it suddenly turned black, falling to ash. They fell to the ground as the fire winked out.
-Crowley-
            It had been days and he was still strapped to the rack. He wasn't sure what Alastair had in store but he honestly didn't want to find out. The torture the two of them had subjected him to was more than enough. He hoped the king would let him down soon, if he did he would be happy to do whatever he asked, at least for the time being.
            "Good evening, Crowley, how are you feeling?" He paused, "Repentant?"
            "What would you have me do?"
            Alastair smiled, "Good response. You are to find out what the angels want with Sam. It should be quite simple for one of your...talents."
            He waited for Alastair to release his bonds. He would do this and then, then he would find a place to lay low. The moment he was free he cleaned up, his suit reappearing. He wanted to rub his wrists but refrained, not wanting to show weakness.
            "I will be back when I have what you want." He disappeared in a cloud of red smoke.
            He didn't like Uriel or Zachariah but they were his contacts with the angels, they were working for Michael, or he assumed so. What he disliked most was summoning the winged menaces. A soft sigh escaped his lips as he began to draw the circle, chanting softly before sitting back to wait. They liked to take their time, much to his chagrin. He much preferred things prompt and on time. It was Zachariah who showed up, out of the two of them he was preferable but both of them were dicks.
            "Let's cut to the chase, Zachariah, you want Sam Winchester, I have access to him, however I need to know why you want him. You tell me why and I can see about acquiring the little nuisance." He wanted to spend as little time as possible in their presence.
            The angel eyed him, "Where one brother goes the other follows. Sam Winchester is leverage."
            Crowley scowled, "Leverage for what?"
            "The purification of Dean Winchester."
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