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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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Down to the home stretch! This is the last part and I do have a second part in progress. When it’s finished I will be posting it in chunks as well. I hope you’ve enjoyed reading this as much as I have writing it.
            The ghost was easy to deal with, especially compared to past encounters, "Hey, let's get some pie." Sam was behind the wheel, Dean dozing in the passenger seat.
            He immediately perked up at the mention of pie, "Pie? I thought you'd never offer!" He stretched, "Where'd that come from, by the way?"
            "I want all the time with you I can get before this is over." He turned into the parking lot of a diner.
            Dean scowled, "It's not like I'm leaving you. Just because I might become a demon in the end doesn't mean you're going to be able to get rid of me."
            That made Sam smile, "I'll just be stuck with Alastair too?"
            Dean laughed, "Not all the time, in fact I can see you and I together more often than not. Alastair will demand some of my time but damn Sammy, you and I will be together until the end!"
            Sam shook his head, "Until the end." He agreed, parking and heading inside, "Hurry up! Pie's waiting!"
            Dean let out a whoop, rushing past him and into the diner, "I require your largest slice of apple pie, my good lady." He sat at a table, Sam sitting across from him, "And milk."
            The younger brother was in high spirits after Dean's proclamation, "I'll have the same."
            They dug in, relaxing and enjoying each other's company, ignoring what the future was going to bring. For the moment they had each other and the world was as it should be. Alastair was waiting for them when they stepped outside. He was leaning against the Impala, arms crossed over his chest.
            "Tomorrow is the day boys!" He smirked, stepping forward to meet them.
            "I take it you know where Lilith is." Dean said, heading for the driver's side.
            "Indeed. She expects me to bring Sam to her. She wants him to open the final seal." He paused, "She's looking forward to seeing you as well, however I told her in no uncertain terms that you wouldn't be in attendance."
            "How does she expect Sam to kill her?" He slid in, relaxing.
            "She believes I have taken over Ruby's place in feeding him blood."
            Sam slid into the passenger seat, "Have you been feeding someone demon blood?" His voice was short, his words clipped. He wasn't sure he wanted the answer.
            "And if I was? Would you really want to know about it? I'm sure Dean has discussed the situation with you."
            Sam glowered at them from his seat, "So it's alright if he drinks demon blood but not if I do?"
            Dean went to speak but Alastair held up a hand, "Sam, you need to understand something. You are fully human, the small amount of demon blood Azazel forced you to imbibe does not change that. When Dean was pulled from hell by Castiel he did not come back as fully human. The blood he takes is to start changing him back. If he were to decide he didn't want to be a demon and stopped, his demonic nature would go dormant again." He paused, "If you had continued or were to start drinking it again you would not become a demon, you would be tainted and it would consume you. Do you recall what you did to those demons? You would no longer be Sam Winchester, hunter, you would be Sam Winchester, corrupted."
            "I guess that makes sense." He let his head thump back on the seat, "Let's go back to the motel, I want some sleep before we go demon hunting in the morning."
            "I shall see you bright and early. We can go over the plan at that time."
            Dean gave a two finger salute before pulling out to return to the motel, "You going to be ok?"
            "Peachy." He closed his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest.
            "Dammit Sammy! Don't be like that. You want me to stop, I'll stop! We went through this an hour ago!" He slammed his foot on the break, jerking onto the side of the road.
            "It's just hypocritical. You can but I can't. If it's not good for me why is it good for you?" He words came out clipped and short.
            Dean rubbed his hands over his face, "Because I won't become corrupted. Sammy, I broke in hell. I shattered into a million pieces and was stitched back together. I can't live like this. I feel each soul I tortured, I can hear their screams and I can't live with myself. If I become a demon it won't matter anymore." He couldn't tell Sam how much he enjoyed it, how good it felt to cut into a soul after spending thirty years being cut into, "I can hunt, I can be a better brother, and I can protect people. I don't have to live with the thoughts of the things I've done wrong. I'll still be me Sam, I made you a promise and I always keep my promises to you."
            Sam was asleep when Alastair showed up at Dean's bedside. His fingers going through his hair slowly, "Wake up Dean, you need to take your medicine, we can't have you all weak and hitting like a kitten tomorrow." He grumbled softly, rolling over, "Now, Dean, wake up." He slit his wrist, holding it under Dean's nose, "I know you want it." His fingers wrapped around his arm, holding it in place as his mouth sealed over the wound, sucking harshly. Alastair's fingers stroked through his hair, "Good boy. Isn't that better?" He gazed down the line of his body, noticing the bulge of his length against the sheet, "You're not getting help with that you know."
            He pulled back, licking his lips of the last traces of blood, "Bastard." His eyes were tinted black as he turned his gaze to the demon, "Working me up to deny me, I suggest you do something about it since it's your fault."
            The laugh was dark, promising pain, "Have you forgotten who's in charge here? Dean, I'm disappointed in you." He made a tsking sound, shaking his head, "You need that anger, that strength for tomorrow. Lilith isn't going to go down quietly." He gripped his hair sharply, "You will not come tonight, am I clear?" Dean growled softly and Alastair tugged, "I said, am I clear."
            "Yes! Yes, I get it, damn, let go of my hair." He batted at him, "No coming, we're clear."
            "Good, now get some sleep, we will speak again in the morning." He disappeared, leaving Dean with an uncomfortable hard on and an order not to come. Suffice to say he didn't sleep well that night. Sam awoke refreshed and ready to go with a grumpy Dean in the other bed and Alastair at the little motel room table, breakfast laid out before him, "Good morning boys, sleep well?"
            Dean grumbled, still half hard, "Could have been better."
            "I'm good to go, what's the plan?" Sam sat down, grabbing a breakfast sandwich.
            The look on Dean's face promised pain for his brother for being so chipper. He flopped down at the table, grabbing one of the sandwiches and digging in, continuing to glare at the pair who seemed far too happy for his liking.
            "Something wrong, Dean?" Alastair feigned ignorance, looking innocent.
            "No, nothing at all." He snarled softly, "I'm just peachy." He gave his most winning smile.
            Alastair smiled, "I'm so glad to hear it. Eat up. We need to discuss how this is going to work. I have already prepared the area where we are to trap her, you may feel free to check it if you like. There are multiple devil's traps and I have a brand for the binding. What needs to happen is for both of you to be prepared and act quickly once she's trapped. Sam will be with me, playing the captive. Dean, your task is to brand her the moment she is in the trap."
            "It sounds like you have this pretty well thought out." Sam was still suspicious, eyeing him wearily.
            "I have had a long time to think of how to do this. I've planned multiple scenarios, this one fits with the resources we have."
            Dean settled himself in to wait. The building was old, plenty of places to hide, and the devil's trap had been painted with invisible ink. It wouldn't due for Lilith to see it and avoid it after all. There were two backups as well, just in case she missed that one. Alastair and Sam were waiting at the far end of the room, Sam was bound to a chair. Alastair had applied a few superficial wounds to make it appear as though he had been tortured. He sat with his head bowed, staring at his lap, attempting to make his face blank, as if Alastair was well on the way to breaking him. A broken Sam would make Lilith very happy. Dean shifted the brand in his hand, waiting for the little bitch to show up. He didn't have to wait long. The little girl she was possessing couldn't have been more than ten with blonde hair and pigtails, she was adorable. Dean knew better, inside that little girl was a creature who had wanted him to break and who wanted Sam to give in to Lucifer.
            "I was hoping Dean would be here." She pouted, walking inside.
            Alastair smiled, "So sorry to disappoint. He is tied up at the moment. He isn't himself quite yet, I couldn't have him running off."
            Dean watched as she stepped into the devil's trap, a smile spreading across his lips as she hit the wall. He moved swiftly, not giving her a chance to react, driving the brand into her back. She arched back with a scream of pain and rage. Sam tilted his head up, smiling at her, getting to his feet, the false bindings falling to the ground. Alastair laughed, gazing at her with disdain as he pulled out the boxes.
            "Do you know what these are?" He approached slowly, smiling sweetly at her.
            "Yes." She glared at him.
            The devil's trap was small, barely big enough for her to fit in. They didn't want her moving around too much, "Hi, Lilith, did you miss me?" Dean smirked as she hissed at him.
            "Why are you doing this? Why would you stop Lucifer?" She squirmed as Sam and Dean pulled out machetes.
            Alastair laid the boxes down side by side, "Because I know him better than you do. You may be he first demon but I was with him in heaven. He has gone mad locked in that cage and you would have him unleashed upon human and demon kind alike."
            "You're making a mistake!" She screeched as the brothers approached.
            Dean swung first, hacking into her leg, severing through muscle and bone with a single swing, Alastair's blood doing it's job, increasing his strength. It took Sam a few swings to get through her other leg. The elder brother barely stopped himself from singing as they cut off her arms. Alastair held each box open while Dean deposited the pieces.
            "What do we do with them now?"
            "They will be taken back to hell and stored. There are places I can put them where no one will ever find them." He gathered them up, "Go enjoy your victory. I will return when this is finished." He looked meaningfully at Dean.
            "Sammy! Pie and you're not having a salad either. This is a celebration, we averted the apocalypse!"
            Sam shook his head, "Let's get out of here and I will have a burger with you."
            The diner was perfect, the burgers were amazing, and Dean swore that the pie was double stuffed, "When will you be back?" Sam asked, taking a bite of his burger.
            "A couple of days. I need some time to re-adapt and then we can hit the road again." Dean finished in record time, "You are still ok with this, right?"
            He received an exasperated sigh as an answer,"Really? I'm sure. Only because I get you back." He punched his shoulder lightly, "Jerk."
            "Bitch." His reply was said through a mouthful of pie.
            In that moment Sam knew everything was going to be just fine. They finished, heading back to their motel with a six pack of beer. They drank through the six pack and a bottle of whiskey before Alastair returned. Dean offered him the amber liquor which he took. Downing the remainder.
            "Ding, dong the bitch is dead." Dean smirked, "Well, not dead but close enough!"
            "You're drunk." Sam slurred, laughing softly.
            Alastair shook his head, "You're both drunk."
            Dean raised the empty bottle, "Hail to the king, baby!"
            Sam giggled, both Alastair and Dean stared at him like he'd grown a second head. An actual giggle had escaped Sam's lips, "Who's the king? Am I the king?" Sam giggled again.
            "No, but I am de-facto ruler of hell so that makes me king." Alastair smirked, "And as king I decree that the two of you crawl into bed and sleep it off."
            The brothers mumbled but crawled into bed, both of them passing out when their head hit the pillow. Alastair took care of their bottles, shaking his head before waiting for them to get up. It was late afternoon before Dean spilled from the dead like a zombie, crawling his way toward the bathroom only to be cut off by Sam as he jumped out of bed and ran in first.
            "Sam! That was my bathroom." He thumped his head on the door, scratching at it while Sam retched inside, "Cut it out in there! You're gonna make me puke!"
            Alastair watched the scene from the table, "Coffee?" He held out the paper cup.
            Dean crawled over to him, reaching for the coffee like a man for water in the desert, "Give, here, now." Alastair slowly slid it into his hand.
            He took a slow drink, moaning as it slid down his throat, "Why Dean, I didn't know you were a zombie. You do know that this voids the warranty, you can't go back to being a demon if you're a zombie."
            "If I was a zombie I'd be biting your leg right about now. The world just kind of moves on its own, floor better." The coffee helped clear his head a little but he still felt like crap, "Still alive in there, Sammy?" He sound of puking was his response, "I guess so. Take a shower when you're done, you'll feel better." He paused, "Alastair brought coffee."
            By the time Sam came out Dean was feeling a lot better. The coffee and relaxing had done a world of good. He still wanted a shower before leaving with Alastair and he wanted Sam to feel better. Sam nursed his coffee looking horrible.
            "Never drinking again." He mumbled.
            Dean snorted, stepping into the bathroom, "Holy hell Sammy, did someone die in here?" He stepped into the shower, "You shouldn't lie Sammy, you know you'll drink again." He had to shower quickly or run the risk of running out of hot water.
            "Feeling better, Sam?" Alastair asked, Dean could admit that Sam looked better at least as he stepped out of the bathroom.
            "Yeah, thanks for the coffee."
            The demon nodded, "It isn't a problem. You were both entertaining last night."
            Sam closed his eyes, resting his head on the table, "Going to live, Sammy?" Dean laid a hand on his shoulder.
            "Yeah, go on, get out of here so you can come back sooner." He batted at his brother before turning an eye on Alastair, "He'd better come back as Dean too, one piece and my brother, or I'll kill you."
            Alastair laughed, tossing his head back, "Don't worry. I don't want him as someone else." He stood, looking Dean over, who was still only wearing a towel around his waist, "Time to go."
            "Can't I get dressed first." He clutched at the towel tightly.
            "No." One word and they were gone.
            It was a similar hotel to the first one Alastair had taken him to. Upper class and swanky. He also immediately noticed that he was bound securely to the bed and his towel was gone. Thick leather cuffs kept his arms and legs spread to the four corners. The second thing he noticed was that Alastair had his favorite blade in hand.
            He swallowed nervously, "How does this work? Don't you just have to overdose me on blood or something?"
            The flat of the blade slid down his chest, "If only it were that simple." The blade nicked the skin above his belly button causing a trickle of crimson to slide into the little well, "No, this requires more finesse. You can't just decide to be a demon, especially not after an angel pulled you out. I like how you got him to make you undetectable, by the way. No, this requires a bit of torture and begging and bleeding." His eyes fell to the handprint, "And the removal of such unsightly a scar."
            The gulp from Dean almost seemed to echo through the room, "How much torture?"
            He raised the blade, "Enough to make you cry and beg for more."
            He released Dean's right arm from the cuff, pinning it to the bed so he could access the mark before sliding the blade under the base of the handprint, slipping it beneath layers of skin before slicing, cutting it off in thick strips. Dean screamed his fingers clenching as he tried to hold still against the onslaught of pain. He could feel the blood pooling beneath him as Alastair meticulously removed the skin from his shoulder leaving no trace the scar had ever been there.
            "I will heal you of course, we can't have any sign you were ever marked." Dean's head lolled slightly and the demon smacked his cheek, "None of that. You're not allowed to check out, we're just getting started!"
            His screams had died down to whimpers by the time the mark was fully removed. His shoulder was a raw, bleeding mass of muscle, shining red in the low light. He couldn't bring himself to look, knew exactly what that much meat looked like. Alastair gently slid his fingers along the muscle causing Dean to spasm in pain. He could feel the skin begin to reform under the demon's touch. It was just as painful reforming the skin as it had been removing it and he couldn't stop the moan that escaped his lips.
            "So soon?" There was almost a pout in Alastair's voice, "I was hoping we were going to get to do more." He sighed, "Well, you haven't started begging me yet so there's still time."
            A pink tongue flicked out, wetting his lips, green eyes locked on his tormentor, "Please." He arched slightly letting Alastair see his need, "Don't you dare leave me like this. When I get free I'm going to flay the skin from your back." He squirmed, tugging at his bonds.
            He smiled sweetly, "Promise?" He seemed to be waiting for something.
            Dean's eyes flickered black for a moment, "I promise."
            "There's my boy." He purred, slitting his wrist and holding it to his lips, watching the blood trickle in. Dean latched on immediately, drinking from him, while Alastair's free hand slid down his body, wrapping around his length, "I couldn't just leave you like this, don't worry pretty." He stroked, long, languid twists of the wrist. He began to hum as he stroked and Dean drank from him, "Oh, lord, heaven knows, we belong way down below..." When the still human tried to pull back he shook his head, keeping his wrist firmly against his lips, watched as he struggled to swallow the thick blood, "More, until I know you've had enough you will continue to drink."
            He felt like he was drowning as the blood poured past his lips. Finally Alastair pulled his wrist away, leaving him panting for breath, limp on the bed. Fingers gently moved through his hair, his eyes half lidded as he tried to breathe normally.
            "I feel so weak." He grumbled, opening his eyes a little more, "And I'm hungry."
            Long fingers brushed beneath his eyes, "They're changing nicely, however you're going to be in pain again soon. Let's see if we can bring you more pleasure instead." He smirked at the still hard and dripping length.
            "If you don't fuck me I'm going to castrate you." He dead panned, blackening eyes locked on him.
            "An empty threat. If you castrated me you would never be fucked again." He freed himself, settling in between his legs, "But I will be fucking you very soon." He snapped his hips froward, thrusting in fully.
            Dean let out a scream, his hands clenching. His one free hand grasping Alastair's shoulder in a bruising grasp, "Fuck! Asshole!"
            He laughed, rotating his hips, "Yes." He hissed lowly, pulling out to thrust back in smoothly, he made sure to strike his spot hard with each pump of his hips.
            His nails dug into his shoulder, blood welling up in small crescents, "Harder." He tried to move his hips against him but couldn't because of the way he was bound. A low moan escaped his lips, "Dammit, let me move!"
            He chuckled darkly, "Release yourself and you can, my little hybrid. Finish turning." He bit into his throat harshly.
            Dean could feel the coil winding deeper, working its way out into his skin, into his muscle, his very being. It burned its way through him, purging through his blood. He screamed, arching back. Blood welled up in his mouth, trickled from the corner of his lips. He bucked against the demon, nails digging deeper. His hips moved quick and hard, driving into his spot, forcing pleasure to mix with the pain. With a shout he jerked his arms free, the leather falling away at his command. He jerked forward, his legs wrapping around the torturer, forcing him deeper. Their hips slapped together, snarls and growls escaping their lips as they sought release. Dean's eyes burned black as he came, locking around Alastair, pinning him close as his release tore through him.
            "Mine." Alastair bit into his throat again, leaving a bloody mark.
            Dean moaned softly, laying limp beneath him, "Damn." He kissed the elder demon softly, "That was amazing."
            Their moment was interrupted by the rustle of feathers, "How far you have fallen." Castiel stood at the foot of the bed, looking down at the pair of demons.
            "Cas, it's good to see you. The boxes worked great!" Dean smiled at him as Alastair rolled off to the side.
            The angel shook his head, "You have become the enemy and must be put down. I cannot purge you of this taint twice." He moved forward, "I am sorry, you have done the world a great service." He seemed to be thinking to himself, "Perhaps I can merely send you back to hell."
            "No way Cas, I have to get back to Sammy. There are plenty of hunts to do, I don't want to go to hell." He backed away, hitting the head of the bed.
            Alastair was on his feet in a flash, his hand wrapping around the angel's throat. He lifted him easily, "You were useful, Castiel. We could have let this go amicably but you're still too bent on following orders to see the truth. Don't worry, you will understand what we're doing and you will see that Dean is still gung-ho about protecting these...humans." He locked eyes with him before beginning to chant in Enochian. Castiel looked panicked, grasping Alastair's arm. His eyes glowed with blue light and then the body of Jimmy Novak fell limp, "Time to go. I wish we had more time to cuddle but I will take you back to your brother."
            "Did you kill him, what did you do?"
            He smirked, "I exorcised him, he's back in heaven but he'll be back again."
            "I was looking forward to spending some more time with you." He pouted slightly.
            "You could return with me to hell, I have things to take care of."
            "We can't just go somewhere else? You can't take a day off?"
            Alastair shook his head, "You know how they get and I do have to keep an eye on Crowley. Once things are settled I can take a day off. I would much prefer to be torturing souls but Crowley is too young in my opinion, he needs guidance. Perhaps after a few more decades I can leave him to run things while I play."
            "Fine but you'd better show up for play time for a few hours." He grabbed his towel, wrapping it around his waist again.
            He chuckled, "You and Sam will have plenty of hunts to go on. There are demons left over that are loyal to Lilith. I'm sure you'll have a good time in my absence."
            The pair appeared back in the hotel room they had left Sam in, "I need clothes." Sam was dozing on his bed, his coffee long gone, "Hey Sammy!" He poked him in the ribs before hunting for his jeans, "You still hung over?"
            Sam grumbled, rolling over, "My head is still killing me. What are you doing back so soon? I thought you were going to be gone for a couple days."
            "I was until Castiel showed up. He wanted to send me back to hell or kill me, I'm not sure which. Alastair exorcised him." He finally found what he was looking for, pulling on his boxers and pants.
            "Here is the ritual for angels." Alastair handed him a piece of paper with sigils drawn over it, "Use it if you need to. I will find you again in a few days or if something happens. In the mean time you'd best be on good behavior."
            "Always." He smirked, pulling on his shirt, "Go have fun with all the bad little demons." He waved, sitting down on his bed, "Looks like it's just you and me Sammy. The way it has been and the way it should be." He grinned as his brother groaned softly.
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