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Back From Hell	By : KagetsuAsame Category: Supernatural > Slash - Male/Male Views: 2622 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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            "Castiel, I need to talk to you."
            A ruffle of feathers heralded his arrival, "What is it that you require me for, Dean?"
            "The truth. There are some things I need to discuss. The most important of which is more of a request." He crossed his arms over his chest, "I need a set of boxes. If Lilith dies the last seal will be broken so I researched a way to keep her from dying but keep her out of the way. As long as we can prevent the last seal from breaking we prevent the apocalypse."
            "You desire boxes? What else is it that you wanted?"
            "I know something, I know that your side wants the apocalypse just as much as the demons do. I want to stop it, are you with me or against me? Do you want to stop Lucifer or not?"
            The angel blinked, his face unreadable, "I will get you the boxes." He disappeared without another word.
            Dean sighed softly, "That's one bullet dodged, it just leaves Sam."
            "Dean! Son of a..." Bobby yelled from downstairs.
            He rushed inside, taking the stairs two at a time, "Bobby? What's going on?" The door to the panic room stood open, Bobby rubbing the back of his head, "Where's Sam?"
            "That idiot ripped a pipe off the wall and bashed me over the head with it."
            "Shit." He hissed softly, "Stay here, I'm going to find him." He ran back up the stairs, rushing to his car. The keys were missing, "That bitch!" He slammed his palms against the steering wheel.
            "Having issues?" Alastair was sitting behind him examining his nails.
            "That little bitch escaped!" The coil was wound tight, felt like it was in his throat, "I refuse to hot-wire my baby but I have to find him. Where is he?"
            "Do you want me to take you there? What will you give me in return?"
            "Whatever the fuck you want." He growled angrily, "He needs to be returned to the panic room to tough it out."
            "As you wish." He snapped his fingers, the two of them disappearing only to reappear in a motel room.
            Ruby was laid out on the bed, hair fanned out around her, black eyes staring lifelessly at the ceiling. Sam was on his knees, his fingers grasping her arm tightly, tears in his eyes, "Sammy, come on, let's go." He laid a hand on his shoulder gently, "She's gone."
            He shrugged his shoulder, dislodging his hand, "No! I need her..."
            "Lilith killed her." Alastair stood behind Dean, looking at the tableau with interest.
            "Why?" His gaze remained locked on her.
            "Because you were going through detox, she was loosing her way to control you." He moved forward, "You need to finish."
            Sam stumbled to his feet, turning on the pair, "Who the hell are you?"
            "Sammy, let me help you." Dean held out his hand, "Come on, little brother, let's go."
            Alastair sighed as Sam just stared at the offered hand, "This is a waste of time. If you do not agree to this than I will tie you up and watch as the demon blood is purged from your system."
            Sam blanched before going red in the face with anger, "You have no right to tell me what to do!"
            Alastair sighed and held his hand out, pinning Sam to the wall, "So stubborn Sam, don't be an idiot. Your brother is worried about you and all you can think about is your next fix." He flicked his wrist, watching as he was slammed to the floor, "This is happening and you will feel much better in the end. Say goodnight Sammy." With a rotation of his wrist Sam fell into darkness.
            "Let's get him back to Bobby's. If you can get me close I can take it from there." He scooped up his brother, hoisting him over his shoulder.
            "Yes, your Bobby has a strike first ask questions later kind of attitude. Although he would be great fun to play with." He smirked, laying a hand on Dean's shoulder before whisking them back to the Impala.
            It took some time for Dean to get Sam inside and back downstairs, Bobby was waiting for him, "I think we should tie him up." Bobby crossed his arms over his chest, glaring at the Sasquatch on Dean's shoulder, "Before the idjit wakes up."
            The pair bound him to a chair, making sure to check him for any implements he could use to escape first, "Ruby is dead. Lilith killed her for letting Sam get put into rehab."
            Alastair returned that night, hovering over where Dean was sleeping on the couch, "Time to get up, we have work to do." He shook the hunter gently, "Now, Dean." He hissed when he rolled away from his touch.
            "Go 'way." His voice came out as a soft grumble, "Don't wan' any cookies."
            The demon growled, grasping his shoulder tightly, nails digging in, before pulling him up and biting into his throat, his free hand covering his mouth to muffle the cry of pain. He pulled back, lapping up the blood, "You know what happens when you disobey, my boy." He hissed into his skin, "Do you need a reminder? There are more memories locked inside that noggin of yours that would be enlightening."
            He shook his head, "No, no, that's ok. What are we doing?"
            His fingers stroked through his hair, "Good boy." Dean bristled but kept his mouth shut, "We're going to go kill a few demons and maybe torture a couple."
            "What if I don't want to?"
            He sighed,"Stop behaving like a petulant child. It's time to get to work." The pair disappeared.
-Break-
            Dean decided that demons were just as fun, if not more so, to torture than humans. They were just so resilient, healing faster than humans did. Sure he could stitch a human back up but it just took energy he didn't want to expend. Alastair wanted to be sure he knew how to torture all manner of people and creatures. It wasn't only about gaining skills, the torture pushed him further down the path to being a full demon. He was close, the green in his eyes almost completely eclipsed by black. He sang Stairway to Heaven as he pulled out the demon's fingernails with a pair of rusty pliers.
-Break-
            "Have you forgotten how to do this?" Alastair sighed, crossing his arms over his chest.
            The demon was chained to a chair, Dean standing over him with a blade in hand, "No." He sounded offended.
            "Are you sure? He isn't screaming or begging, I think you've forgotten." He smirked, knew just the right buttons to push to wind that coil tighter.
            Dean's lip curled into a snarl, fingers clenching around the blade, "I haven't forgotten!" He shouted, dragging the blade down each finger, slicing through flesh and tendon to reveal white bone beneath.
            The demon screamed, finger spasming under the blade as he moved on to the next one, "Much better, maybe you haven't forgotten."
            Alastair smiled, gazing fondly at Dean. The human grinned, shoulders relaxing under the praise, "There's a lady who's sure, all that glitters is gold..." He began to sing, feeling a sense of calm settle over him as he slid the blade over each bone in his hand, working down so each one gleamed under his flesh.
            "Doesn't that song remind you of dear Bella?" He leaned against the wall, watching Dean work, "She was fun while it lasted, horrible demon though. She just doesn't have that certain something that makes a good demon. You've got it in spades, it's obvious watching you work how good you are at this."
            Dean beamed, slowly flaying a patch of skin off his arm, "He screams too much."
            The demon hadn't stopped screaming, "Stop! I'll tell you whatever you want!"
            Dean cocked his head to the side, "Alastair, what do we want?" He looked so innocent like that, confused.
            "Where is the next seal that Lilith is trying to break? Better yet, where is Lilith?" The white eyed demon stepped forward, "Hmm, are those the questions I really want answered? Dean, keep working on him while I think about this."
            "With pleasure!" The blade worked under his skin again, peeling it off as he continued to sing Stairway to Heaven.
            When the muscles on his arm were completely revealed Alastair snapped his fingers, "I've got it! I don't want to know anything from you. You know nothing that is of any use to me. I know where Lilith is, I know where the seals are, and I have Dean. You know nothing."
            "He has a purpose!" Dean exclaimed happily, the coil long since undone.
            Alastair raised an eyebrow, "What purpose is that?"
            "Practice!" He slid the blade into the demon's left eye.
            Hours, it took hours for the demon to be expelled, to be exorcised back into hell from pain and agony alone. Dean pouted, gazing at the blood covering his hands and arms. Alastair moved forward, wrapping his arms around him, taking the blade and slitting his wrist, holding it to the human's lips.
            "Drink up, growing boys need their vitamins." Dean latched on, sucking at the wound as Alastair held him close, stroking his hair, "Good boy, let it fill you up. Don't worry, you're already part demon, there's no addiction in store for you, just memories."
            Memories, the blood brought with it stains of crimson. Unlocking each memory buried in his mind, each memory stained with blood. The taste of it on his tongue, sliding down his throat. Alastair's blood danced across his tongue. He could remember every time he had tasted Alastair's blood, had allowed it to speed along his change so that when Castiel came for him in hell he was already lost, a full demon.
            "It's still inside me, isn't it? The demon. That coil is me, is the me from hell."
            Alastair stroked his hair, held him close against his chest, "Not exactly. The desires are still there, that coil is the need, the want. It urges you forward, your desires. Castiel couldn't remove that desire when he collected you, you were a full demon, he couldn't strip that from your soul. In the end you will be my demon once again and we shall take care of Lilith and all those who stand with her."
            "You're going to turn me into a demon again? Don't I need to be dead for that, back in hell?" He rested back against him.
            "Not until Castiel brings you those boxes. He can't know the end game." His fingers tugged at his hair lightly, "No, you need not be in hell, we've been through the hard part, you broke, you turned, it's just a matter of bringing that back to the surface and unleashing the black beast inside you."
            Dean gasped as Alastair slid his hand over his stomach, "Why not now?" Where had that come from? Did he really want to be a demon?
            "Patience. We must stick to the plan. As long as we do that even your brother will follow us."
            Sam's detox went well. He had fought and cried for awhile but eventually he came down. Dean was with him as often as Alastair allowed, which considering the number of demons they went after wasn't as often as he would have liked. It was when Dean was letting Sam out of the panic room that Castiel made another appearance, this time with five boxes in hand.
            "Are they bigger on the inside?" They were beautifully crafted and engraved with Enochian sigils. The wood was white, probably yew, if not that then some kind of angel only material. They were smaller than he thought they'd be and he wasn't sure how tiny he'd have to cut Lilith up to be able to fit, "I'm not sure how to fit demon pieces into something that size."
            "Correct, they are larger on the inside. They should work for what you are planning." He placed them on the floor next to the panic room door, "My brothers did not approve of this plan when I spoke with them. It is disconcerting that they would not listen to my concerns. I took a moment before collecting the boxes to read over the seals. You were correct in the knowledge that Lilith's death is the final seal."
            He nodded, "You'll help is then?"
            "I shall do what I can to assist you. My brothers will attempt to stop you, I can grant both of you protection."
            Dean opened the door, "Want to come out and see Castiel?" He poked his head inside, finding Sammy laying spread eagle on the floor.
            "I get to finally come out now?"
            The elder nodded, "Yep, so long as you don't go trying to bite anyone." He smirked, Sam had taken to attempting to bite Bobby and Dean when they brought him food.
            Sam shook his head, "No more biting promise." He got up, heading out the door.
            Dean let him pass, "How does this protection work?" He asked, facing the angel.
            "I will burn Enochian sigils into your bones. Angels will be unable to find you unless you pray. If you desire my presence you will have to contact me."
            "I'm game, go ahead. You're not so bad, Cas, but I don't want the other winged monkeys coming after me. Especially if they're pissed." Dean moved closer to the angel.
            "This will hurt." His hand glowed blue and he pressed it to his chest.
            It burned through him, that glowing light scorched through him, into his bones. A low groan escaped his lips, bordering on a pleasured moan. He panted softly, falling to his knees, "Damn." He gasped, trying to calm his breathing, "Not the worst pain I've ever felt." He looked at Sam, "You're next Sammy."
            "I get out of the most painful experience of my life, going through rehab, and you want to burn marks into my ribs? I hate my life." He grumbled, moving next to Dean so Castiel could touch him.
            He nearly screamed when Castiel touched him, falling beside Dean, gasping for breath, "It is done. If you need me you may call, I fear my brothers will be hunting for me as well for assisting you. Do what is required to stop the apocalypse." The rustle of wings heralded his departure, leaving the brothers kneeling on the floor.
            Dean staggered to his feet, "Doing alright, Sammy? Let's get some food, pie makes everything better." He offered him his hand, pulling him to his feet.
            "That hurt."
            Dean snorted, "Good observation, captain obvious. Let's go, there's someone you need to meet and you'll feel better with some food in you."
            The Impala rumbled up in front of a diner not too far from Bobby's place. The pair stepped inside, Dean spotting Alastair sitting at a table, drinking iced tea while waiting for them. He had Sam sit down first before sitting beside him, trapping him against the window. He didn't want Sam to freak out when he found out who Alastair was.
            "I took the liberty of ordering for you. A salad with lite dressing for Sam and the biggest cheeseburger they have for Dean. There is also apple pie coming after the meal."
            "How do you know what I like?" Sam eyed the demon suspiciously.
            Alastair smiled darkly, "I know a lot about you, Sam Winchester. Your mother was killed by Azazel when you were six months old. Your father sold his soul so that Dean might live. Your brother sold his soul to save your life. You were suffering from addiction to demon blood until recently. Azazel was also responsible for the death of your girlfriend, Jessica. You would have made an excellent lawyer but it is a waste of the talents that were trained into you by your father, saving people." He paused, stirring his iced tea, "You're also a bit of a grazer, eating healthy. With how much exercise the two of you do one would think it wouldn't matter what you ate." Sam was dumbfounded, this man knew so much and he was sure that what he said was only the tip of the iceberg. Their food arrived soon after, Sam still staring at the man across from him, "Eat and then Dean will introduce us properly."
            That seemed to snap him out of his daze. They ate in silence, Alastair drinking his tea while he waited for them to finish. Dean refused to say anything until after he had his pie. Even Alastair partook, closing his eyes as he savored each bite.
            "I understand why you enjoy this so much. Sweet and flakey, the texture is a delight and the flavor is just right." He took a final bite, "Now Dean, introduce me to your brother."
            Dean swallowed hard, closing his eyes for a moment, "Sam, this is Alastair, Alastair, this is my brother, Sam."
            "It's a pleasure to finally properly meet you." Sam was frozen, Alastair's gaze firmly locked on him, "We met before, over Ruby's cooling corpse. I made sure you could properly detox from the demon blood."
            Sam's throat worked to swallow, his fingers gripping at the edge of the table, "You're a demon. You're the one those demons kept mentioning."
            He nodded his head in a faux bow, "In a way. I was once an angel and I was Dean's...mentor in hell. I know what both sides want and I want to stop it. There is no point in releasing Lucifer. While he and I are on good terms isn't it better to have an angel who has been driven to insanity by millions of years locked in a cage to remain there? He would agree of course if he was in his right mind." Alastair smirked, eyes locking with Sam's, "I'm sure you want him to remain there as well, after all you are destined to be his vessel. Like all angels he needs permission but eventually you would break and tell him yes."
            "You want to help us?" He burst into laughter, looking at Dean, "He wants to help us. A demon wants to help us. I think I'm loosing it."
            "Sammy, it's alright. How do you think I knew what was really going on? He knew before I was pulled out of hell what was going to happen. I've been remembering things, he told me what needs to be done to save the world, to save you."
            His eyes narrowed, "You believe him?"
            Dean nodded, "Yes, I do. I won't let you become some puppet for the devil and I won't let the world fall into hell."
            He closed his eyes, tipping his head back, letting it thump against the top of the booth, "What other choice do I have? He helped save me from my addiction, from becoming something I'm not."
            "That's the spirit! We're going to get along swimmingly Sam, don't you worry about a thing. I saw that angel bring the boxes, now we just need to locate Lilith and cut her into little pieces. All while keeping her in her meat-suit."
            Dean snorted, "Any ideas on that?"
            "We have to brand her with the binding mark." Sam was falling into research mode, it made Dean's heart swell with pride at how well he was taking this, "We'll have to trick her, trap her, and mark her. Then we can seal her in the boxes."
            "They're bigger on the inside!" Dean chimed in, laughing softly.
            Sam shook his head, "We could summon her."
            Alastair shook his head, "She would not allow herself to be summoned, not by us. There are other options, she doesn't know my plans, she has been attempting to get in contact with me, however I have been absent." He smirked, gaze shifting to Dean, "There have been some things that needed to be done. I could use this to locate her. There is always the option of asking that angel of yours to find her."
            "You can prevent summoning? What the hell? I thought you had to show up when summoned." It was Dean who spoke, glaring at his empty pie plate.
            "Most cannot, however those of us with enough practice and experience can deny a summoning. Lilith has been alive for a very long time and has learned some tricks on how to avoid a confrontation. We must also think about the angels in this. You have Castiel, perhaps not as firmly as we require, but he is an asset. I can also teach you a spell to expel an angel from their vessel if it becomes necessary to do such things. I can see them becoming a nuisance."
            "Would you even want to see Lilith?" Dean was no longer focusing on his empty plate, his eyes were on Alastair.
            "I don't mind it and it can place us in a better position. I could also speak with Crowley."
            Sam scowled, "Who's Crowley?"
            "The so called king of the crossroads. He is the purveyor of deals and the owner of souls. He held your brother's contract before I acquired it from him."
            "I thought Lilith had his contract."
            "No, she doesn't possess any contracts although she likes to claim she owns them. Crowley oversees all deals and possesses the contracts. If there is a particular soul that a demon desires a deal can be struck with Crowley to gain possession of it. I knew Dean was coming, saw his contract, before Lilith discovered it. This gave me a chance to gain his contract before she did. She wanted it but I won."
            "I take it winning is common with you?" Sam's voice dripped with sarcasm.
            Alastair's smile was dark, dangerous, his eyes flashed white, "I always get what I want, one way or another."
-Break-
            "I hope you're satisfied with your purchase." The man was slick like oil, his voice laced with a British accent.
            Dean hung limp against the rack, gasping for breath through a broken throat as Alastair slid his fingers over the curve of his shoulder, sliding over the mark, "Quite pleased."
            "I doubt Lilith would have left him so...whole."
            He chuckled softly, "Dean is a treat for the senses. He doesn't deserve to be used up, he's something to savor, like a fine wine."
            "It's too bad you marked him, I'm sure you could get top price for a turn at him."
            "Oh, Crowley, it isn't about price for me, you know that." He slid his hand under Dean's chin, tipping it up, "I am pleased you were willing to make a deal with me. I know we don't always see eye to eye but I'm sure you know why I just had to have him."
            "Better you than her. I know you do a proper job, she would have gotten some cut rate hack to break him."
            "Then you know why she wanted to make sure he was sent here?" He lapped up a trickle of blood from the corner of Dean's lips.
            Crowley nodded, "Indeed."
            "You must also know why I wanted him and what my plans are." His eyes were hard as he focused on the crossroads demon.
            "Only speculation. Perhaps I don't want the same thing Lilith does. Say that I'm in it for the deals, what will you give me to lead Lilith on, to make her believe you and I want the same thing she does?"
            Alastair looked at Dean thoughtfully before turning his gaze to Crowley, "I will allow myself to be summoned and make deals for you for a month, a month here, not up there. I will work directly for you."
            Crowley smirked, "Deal." Alastair moved forward, kissing him to seal their agreement.
            "Work on Lilith, I'm sure we'll speak again. Now, if you'll excuse me, Dean and I have some work to do." He turned away, picking up his blade as he approached his new playmate.
-Break-
            "Sammy?" He laid a hand on his shoulder. Sam was sitting outside, looking at the moon, "Are you alright?"
            "I think so. I just...I don't know, I feel weak. Ever since going off the demon blood I don't feel nearly as strong."
            He squeezed his shoulder, "It's ok. You weren't yourself though, for all that strength and power you weren't you anymore." He paused, "I'm glad to have my brother back."
            Sam gave him a small smile, "Thanks, I think I needed that."
            "Now that we have the chick flick moment out of the way I have news! Something to get your mind off of things. A nice simple ghost hunt! We haven't had a good old fashioned salt and burn in forever."
            "What about Lilith and Alastair, any news?"
            "Nope, that's why we're going to go on a hunt while we wait. We should know something soon. Remember he has to convince her he's on her side, it might take awhile. Besides, we can take our time, it isn't like Lilith is going anywhere."
            "I'm still not sure about trusting a demon. Are you sure we're doing the right thing?" He gazed into Dean's eyes, willing him to understand his reluctance.
            He nodded, "I'm sure. Please trust me Sammy."
            "I trust you." He clapped a hand on his shoulder, squeezing gently, "Let's go hunt us a ghost."
            Dean grinned, "That's the spirit!"
            Sam took a deep breath, "Dean, you won't keep anything from me, right?"
            He blinked, "What do you want to know?" He headed toward the Impala.
            "Do you remember hell?" He followed, getting into the passenger seat.
            "Yes, well, I'm remembering more." He started it up, closing his eyes to feel the rumble flow through him, "I remember my first days and I remember when I broke." His voice cracked slightly as he spoke, "I remember bits and pieces after that, about my time with Alastair and part of the plan but I don't remember everything."
            "Did you become a demon?" His gaze was locked outside, staring out the front.
            He pulled out of the parking lot, "Yes."
            Sam closed his eyes, swallowing hard, "Do you want to be one? To go back to that?"
            "Not if it means leaving you but part of me does. I'm sorry Sammy, part of me remembers and wants to be that again but I don't want to loose you and I don't want to leave you." His voice was soft, "Sammy, if you want me to stay away from Alastair after this..." He swallowed hard, closing his eyes for a moment, "I will, I'll leave him."
            His eyes opened, gaze turning to Dean, "No, Dean, I want you to be happy. If staying with him makes you happy I won't stand in your way, but promise me that you won't forget who you are. You're my brother, you're a hunter, and you protect those who need it. Promise me that, please."
            "I promise." The words came easy, he could do this.
-Break-
            "I know you would leave me for your brother, wouldn't you Dean?" It was one of the rare moments where Alastair placed Dean back on the rack. He only did this when he wanted to show Dean a new technique or remind him who was in charge, "Don't lie to me. I want the truth." The elder demon stroked a hand down his cheek, caressing his skin.
            A soft gasp escaped his lips, ebony eyes locking on Alastair's white depths, "Y-Yes, I would."
            He cooed softly, "It's alright, I understand. Sam is your brother but I hold your heart, don't I?" His fingers worked their way under his skin, under his ribs. The entrance he had made was smaller than usual, barely big enough for two fingers.
            Dean moaned softly, "Oh, yes! My heart is yours." He shuddered, tipping his head back.
            "I'm glad to hear it." His fingers brushed against the muscle thumping in his chest, "Hopefully it won't come down to a him or me situation, you know I don't handle rejection well." He squeezed, a scream escaping Dean's lips as his heart was tugged from his chest through the small hole he had created.
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