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Random Supernaturals	By : AnonymousTigress Category: Supernatural > General Views: 1630 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Warnings: non-related Sam/Dean, demon!Dean, AU, live!John, live!Mary

“Ad ligandum dos partier eos coram me.”

A spark of red smoked from the bowl and a figure suddenly stood in front of him in the middle of the pentagram he drew. Dean smirked.

“What’s up, Tex?” he asked.

The boy frowned.

“You’re a demon?” he asked.

The boy startled when Dean’s eyes rolled back to reveal pitch black orbs. Then they shifted back to the normal, human green.

“Good enough for you, sunshine? I could strip some skin or take a limb if you like,” Dean offered, slowly raising his hand.

“No!”

Dean chuckled. Humans were always so much to play with.

“All right, sonny boy. Obviously you summonsed me for something. Whatcha got going on? Need help with the ladies? Got a school teacher that needs a long trip downstairs?”

The boy shook his head with a big grin across his face.

“Nah, I’m good with my girl and I’m pulling straight C’s. There’s this guy. He’s my problem. I’ve caught him flirting with my girl and he made me look bad in front of the guys on the team. I want you to take care of him,” the boy explained.

Dean shook his head with a chuckle. The boy didn’t realize that by summoning him, he had offered up his soul the second he made his desire known.

“All right. I’ll take care of your little problem. But I’ll need a name for my new prey,” Dean grinned, his eyes sliding back to black.

“Sam. Sam Campbell.”

/……/

Dean should have suspected something when the boy – Christopher Felicity Adams, age 17, son of Daniel Marcus Adams and Angela Jean Yelmets Adams – had summoned him. The boy wasn’t exactly small or half bad looking so your atypical high school jock. This presented the problem that was Sam Campbell.

The kid was a year or two younger than Dean’s newest sucker yet the boy was attending advanced classes for juniors and seniors. Sam was lanky, but didn’t have Dean’s height. Cloaked in invisibility, Dean had been following him for a few days around the school. For the record, the kid wasn’t flirting with the dumbass’ girlfriend. If anything else, she was flirting with Sam. It was comical to watch the poor boy flash an awkward smile and gently wave her off; he clearly wasn’t interested in the pretty blue eyes or a 36D cup size. But most surprising, this Sam kid was quiet.

Plus Dean couldn’t put his finger on it, but there was something about Sam Campbell. Something that set his teeth on edge. It brought out the bloodthirsty demon from within. He kept a close eye on his prey before he decided to make his move.

/……/

Sam jiggled the key in the lock until the lock gave in and he pushed the door open. After pulling the key out, he closed the door and locked it behind him. He found a note with his name on it sitting on the entrance hall table. It read:

Sam –

Gone to a late concert with Ellen. Staying with her overnight. Leftovers are in the fridge. Don’t stay up too late.

Love,

Mom

Sam sighed. He put the note down and wandered upstairs to his room. He put his bag down beside his desk before sitting down to do homework. He spent the better half of his afternoon on school work and answering emails on his laptop. Later, he heated up leftover stew and sat down with a bowl in front of the television. He put on the History channel and watched a documentary on D-Day.

When he was finished eating, Sam set the bowl aside and laid down on the couch to watch the rest of his show. He was partially asleep when the lights and television suddenly flickered. He sat up as if to check on the breaker but they stopped an instant later.

“Weird,” Sam mumbled.

He turned off the television and retrieved his empty bowl. Sam walked around the couch and out into the hall to the kitchen. He was only just inside the kitchen when he was suddenly thrown into a kitchen wall. He gasped as the breath was knocked right out of him. He couldn’t move any of his limbs as he lay suspended off the ground.

“Now this is some good pie.”

Sam’s gaze shifted up as best as he could, his neck straining with the forced movement. A strange guy was sitting at the kitchen table munching away on a piece of his apple pie. The apple pie he had made yesterday for his mom. Dean looked up as he set down his fork, licking up the stray crumbs from around his mouth.

“You know I had my doubts when I watched you making this yesterday, but I must say, Sammy…you are quite the little baker,” Dean chuckled.

“Don’t call me that,” Sam growled.

Dean raised an eyebrow at him. He pushed himself up from the table and walked around to his prey.

“Hmm. We’ll get back to that later, Sammy.” Sam glared. “I’m more curious about you as a whole.”

Sam felt a shiver tingle up his back. And he knew it wasn’t a good thing. Dean walked until he was more than close enough to see the muscles in Sam’s working to swallow nervously.

“I’ve been watching you for a few days now. You’re quite the genius, but there’s something that’s been puzzling me.”

As Dean had suspected, Sam didn’t startle when Dean revealed his eyes. The boy sucked in a breath, but he didn’t react like the jock or most other humans. Dean stepped close and ran his hand hovering just over Sam. It ran up his arm to his collarbone and down the center of his chest. It veered to his right jeans pocket, but then shot back up to Sam’s jacket.

Sam flinched as Dean flipped open his jacket to reveal a hidden inside pocket. A very small symbol was stitched carefully onto the pocket. Dean grinned as he lifted his soulless gaze back up to the human.

“Anti-possession? And masterfully done, I might add,” Dean noted, running his thumb over the stitching.

He switched his eyes back to green.

“Then you must know what I am,” Dean said.

Sam grunted a gruff, “Demon.”

Dean released Sam’s jacket in favor of bringing his hands up to clap in a loud, obnoxious way.

“Well done, Sammy boy! Give the boy an A. No, an A plus.”

Sam snarled, jerking his body to get loose, but it did nothing. The humor remained on Dean’s face as he watched the little human fight to free himself. He waited until the boy had exhausted himself to speak.

“I’ve been over every inch of this house. I found a few wards, but nothing I wasn’t able to handle. I didn’t find any hocus pocus so moms can’t be a witch. I’m surprised to find no evidence of the man of the house,” Dean hinted.

He knew he was on the spot when he saw something flash in Sam’s eyes. He stepped back into the human’s personal space.

“What’s your name, boy?” Dean asked.

“Samuel Campbell,” Sam automatically answered.

Dean clucked his tongue in a disapproving tone.

“I wanted your real name, Sammy.”

Sam could feel the anger slowly building in his demon captor. He knew it wasn’t smart to piss off a demon. He decided that it wasn’t worth fighting over.

“Samuel Matthew Campbell…Winchester.”

The last name was mumbled yet Dean heard the word clear as day.

“Winchester? Surely you’re not related to the John Winchester? One of the greats in hunting is your father?” Dean teased.

“Step-father!” Sam snarled.

Dean heard it. He could hear the barely suppressed fury. The boy obviously had no emotional ties to his step-father. He went by his mother’s maiden name and he refused to allow Dean to mislabel John as Sam’s sire. Dean reached out to pat Sam smartly on the cheek.

“Now, now. It’s all right, Sammy. Now tell old Dean about dear old step daddy John Winchester,” Dean told him.

The furious look Sam shot at him told him plenty.

“The guy’s a bastard. I’ve got a half-brother my mom knows nothing about. And when he’s not hunting down some creature, he’s beating the living crap out of me.”

Oh ho! This was a bit of news he hadn’t been expecting to uncover. Hunter extraordinaire and golden boy John Winchester had a family like all the other little humans. This was a fact no demon had known. Until now.

“Say good night, Sam,” Dean suddenly said.

Sam narrowed his eyebrows in confusion. Dean snapped his fingers and the human dropped to the ground unconscious. Dean looked down at the body with a wistful look on his face. He nudged his foot against the boy’s shoulder, pushing him to lie on his back. It was a shame really. The sixteen year old was easy on the eyes and it had been quite some time since he had tasted innocent skin.

/……/

Sam groaned. His head felt like a tank had rolled over him, backed up, and did it again. He jerked awake when he realized he was tied down to a flat surface. It was bad when he realized he was blindfolded. It got worse when he heard that newly familiar voice.

“Why am I here?” Sam grunted.

Dean smiled from his dark corner in the room. He stepped further into the light, rounding slowly around the bed. His prey was right where he wanted him.

“Oh, Sammy, Sammy, Sammy. I’ve got a job to finish and a deal is a deal,” Dean said, sweeping his knuckles down the side of Sam’s face.

The male jerked away from the touch, but he didn’t get far.

“What deal?” Sam asked.

Dean rolled his eyes to the ceiling. Nonetheless, he humored the little human and told him about the deal made with the jock.

“What were the words exactly? Did he really want you to kill me?” Sam questioned.

After thinking for a moment, Dean let out a deep chuckle.

“Oh! My Sammy is a genius.”

The moron had only demanded that Dean take care of Sam. That left a lot open to interpretation. Dean snapped his fingers and Sam jumped as all of his clothes, the blindfold and the ties disappeared. He tried to roll off the bed but he suddenly found his limbs not cooperating. He closed his eyes when he glanced up to find the demon in an equal state of undress. All the sudden, he found himself in the arms of the demon, together on top of his bed.

Sam whimpered pitifully, trying in vain to turn his head away. An uncaring Dean forced his mouth open and jabbed a bleeding wrist in between his teeth. Sam choked briefly with a hard, wet cough as the red liquid dripped over his teeth and down his tongue. Dean held the back of his neck in a tight grip. Sam had no choice but to close his eyes and submit.

Dean smirked when he felt the change in the human. He kept his power down that was forcing the brunette’s limbs down, however, he did release the rough grip on his neck. Instead he slid his hand up into silky soft hair. He cradled the weakening human against his shoulder, softly murmuring as the thick fluid dripped down Sam’s throat.

“There’s a good boy. Drink up, baby boy. You’re going to be all mine. I’ve been looking for the perfect mate and who better than my smart Sammy?”

Dean knew the process of making someone his mate. He recalled when Crowley had appeared that day with his mate. Bobby was the rough kind of guy, but a great guy. He and Dean got along well. Crowley had shared with him one night the process and Dean had kept it in the back of his mind ever since.

When all was said and done, Sam would remember everything, but his human inhibitions would evaporate. He wouldn’t be tied down by human morals. He would answer not to Crowley, not to Bobby, Hell not even to Lucifer if he ever broke out of that cage of his. He would only answer to Dean. To his mate.

Drawn out of his thoughts, Dean felt Sam’s head weighing down heavier on him and the sucking slowing. Dean withdrew his hand from Sam’s hair and used it to nudge the human’s mouth open. With sleepy half-open eyes, Sam didn’t resist as the wrist was pulled away. The other hand ran back through his hair, causing his eyes to fall shut.

“Go to sleep, Sam. When you wake up, the real fun’ll begin.”

Sam’s licked his lips slowly before drifting off to sleep. He missed the soft, almost human-like smile on Dean’s face as he raked soft fingers through his hair. Sam’s body was warm up against his and Dean could feel it getting warmer. He could feel the demon blood burning away at that nasty human sludge.

I wonder how Winchester will take to finding out what became of my Sam, Dean thought with a dark mental chuckle.

Of course, with Sam now asleep, Dean was free to explore without protests. His hands roamed all over his human’s body. He encountered old scarring on the boy’s back, making a mental note to repay Winchester the same favor. The only person that should be allowed to mark Sam’s body was Dean.

The next time Sam awoke, his body felt hot and his heart was racing. While he slept, the demon had worked his body up into a frenzy before finally waking him. Sam offered no protests when Dean slid his mouth over his. In fact, he opened his mouth, allowing the demon’s tongue to slide in to conquer new territory. The kiss was surprisingly soft and deep, something Sam wouldn’t have expected from the demon.

Sam moaned through their joined mouths when his hard cock was rubbed against another equally hard member. Sam threw his head back, crying out as Dean devoured his body. He raked bleeding strips up the demon’s back as the green-black eyed man went down on him. Sam gasped for breath while his cock was swallowed down. He was so lost in pleasure he couldn’t even feel the fingers stroking his insides with leftover blood from his wrist, readying him for something more.

Nearly coming undone, Sam whined when Dean pulled off him. Stabbing his fingers mercilessly into Sam’s prostate, Dean smirked with great amusement as he watched a familiar black flash across Sam’s eyes.

“You better be planning to finish this,” Sam growled.

Dean’s eyes rolled to pure black while he pulled all four fingers out. He surprised his new lover by jerking up and suddenly sinking down on his cock. Dean’s fingers dug into Sam’s wrists as he restrained them down by his sides. He was effectively pinned and could barely concentrate with the tight heat squeezing his member.

“Uh uh uh. I’m running this show, Sammy. Hope you slept well last night, kiddo, because I’m going to be keeping you up all night.”

Dean proved to be accurate in his declaration. After riding him until he came three times, Sam was forced to bend over and be taken until he blacked out. In the wee hours of the morning, Sam woke up to find the demon balls deep in him and suckling on the back of his neck.

He couldn’t have been happier.

/……/

“Are you sure, Mary?”

Despite the man being on the phone, she nodded her head.

“Yes, John. Sam left a note and everything. He was being bullied at school and he couldn’t take it anymore. So he left. My baby boy left me. He wrote that he would call, but it’s been two days already,” she said, the tears starting to build up again.

John suppressed a sigh on the other line.

“It’ll be okay, Mary. Sam’s a smart boy and he is sixteen. Did he take anything with him?”

Mary sniffled as she wiped at her face with a tissue.

“Yes, yes. He took his jacket and a few other things.”

John nodded with a smile. The boy had taken his jacket. Good. That meant the foolish child wouldn’t go and get himself possessed. But now he was making things harder for John. Naturally, Mary would be grief stricken if or when John came “home.”

“Will you be coming home soon?”

He had to think over his response for a moment.

“Yes, Mary. In about a week or two. My old friend Bobby wants me to go out hunting for some meat with him.”

Mary nodded. She had never met John’s friend, but she knew the man lived alone. She understood he needed time with his friend. She said her final goodbye and hung up the phone. Several states away, John hung up his disposable phone and went about cleaning his gun. He had no way of knowing the storm that was fast approaching.
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