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Deal Breaker, part 6/?

Author:
Johnnyjosh
Fandom:
Supernatural
Rating:
18+
Pairing:
Dean/Sam
Beta:
birddi_art, anyothergirl, winter_loveless
Spoilers:
Season 3/4
Disclaimer:
I don�t own Supernatural or its characters, and am making no money from this.
Warnings
and Notes: Mild het in this chapter, overall wincest, eventual non-con,
bondage, language, violence.�
Additional
Notes: I hope you don�t mind a bit of a rehash here and there, told from my
demon�s POV
Summary:� Sometimes to beat one kind of evil, you have
to join forces with another��

~~oOo~~

Two days later�

Sam did his best to keep Aosoth
from feeding off his brother after that.�
He had to admit, she�d been true to her word.� It took only a few minutes of his time when he and Dean happened
to find themselves in a bar or diner, just long enough to slip away with an
attractive female, and give the demon a few minutes to take what she
needed.� The hardest part had been making
sure Dean didn�t get suspicious when Sam came back to the bar or their table
too fast, and that the demon didn�t take too much energy, leaving their victim
incapacitated.� Sam knew it wouldn�t
take long for Dean to put two and two together if every person Sam went off
with was found unconscious shortly afterward.

This particular evening found
Sam and Dean in another out of the way roadhouse style bar.� While Dean hustled a few of the patrons at
the pool table, Sam slipped off with a pert, brunette waitress with an
infectious smile and waist-length, wavy hair who had just finished her
shift.�

Make it quick, I think
Dean�s almost done for the night. Sam sighed softly, trying not to let his
unhappiness with the situation show as the petite woman led him into a storage
room in the back.

He�s seen us, he won�t
bother trying to interrupt if you�re not back right away, Aosoth answered,
her eagerness to feed easily felt by Sam as the waitress closed the door behind
them, then removed her change apron and tugged open the top two buttons of her
blouse.�� He�s probably happy to see
you finally loosening up a little and having some fun.

This is not fun, Sam
snapped.� This is me having to feed a
parasite living inside of me.� A
parasite that I�m still thinking of getting rid of, because you�re really not
holding up your end of this bargain yet.�

First off, I�m getting sick
of everyone calling me that, Aosoth growled.� Second, we�ve been through this.�
I�m doing the best I can with what I�ve got.� I�m trying my best to break down that sealed door keeping your
powers at bay.� But with the tiny bits
of energy you�re providing, it�s not enough for me to make any real
headway.� You start letting me feed
properly, and maybe I can make some progress!

If you feed properly, you�ll
leave your victims near death! Sam countered.�

There�s one person I can
feed from, and we both know it doesn�t hurt him.� I already told you, the energy you two generate when you�re
together is incredible.� Aosoth
chuckled softly.� I could have had
those powers freed if you�d just get over this whole �It�s bad, it�s wrong,�
crap.

You�re not feeding from
Dean, so get over it! Sam snarled back, nearly vibrating with anger.

�Hey, what�s wrong?� The
waitress looked up at him, uncertain as she saw the hard set of Sam�s jaw.� �Listen, it�s alright, we got a few minutes
to ourselves,� she purred, moving forward and running one small hand over his
chest.� �Come on, don�t back out on me
now��

Fine, then you�d better come
up with some other way to get me what I need.�
You give me something more than just the tiny trickles of energy I�ve
been getting lately, and I�ll do my best to get you strong enough to fight this
big bad boss demon.� I swear.� Now, dinner, please?� Aosoth demanded, surging forward to take
control.� A strong push back from Sam
gave her pause, and the demon halted in her efforts to feed, realizing Sam
wasn�t just going to be shoved back so easily.�
Fine, you want a front row seat, be my guest.��

It was Sam that leaned down to
kiss the waitress gently, hands moving up to cradle her head.� He was aware of the feel of her hair sliding
between his fingers, the warmth of her body, and something else� Sam nearly
pulled back at the tingle in his lips, like a slight electrical current.� Giving in to Aosoth�s urging, Sam deepened the
kiss, and the sensations grew stronger, making him shiver.� It wasn�t that he wanted a front row seat,
but he had to admit, to himself at least, that part of him was curious about
what it felt like for the demon, why she did what she did.� Another part of him realized that just from
having Aosoth inside him, he was getting stronger.� Each time he was better able to wrestle control of his own body
back from her with less of an effort.�
He was convinced that now, if she did try to take things too far, he could
stop her before she caused any serious harm.�

The waitress, oblivious to
Sam�s hesitation, gripped his shoulders with both hands and slowly tugged him
back toward one of the large crates set along the wall.� She tried to move up high enough to sit on
the edge of one, then giggled as large hands suddenly gripped her waist.� Sam lifted her with ease and gently set her
on the crate, and she wrapped both legs around his hips, squeezing tightly.�

~~oOo~~

�A short time later, Dean sat at a table near the bar nursing a
beer.� He had given up trying to hustle
pool for two reasons.� One, he figured
he�d probably made enough money to easily see them through for the next week,
and two, some of the locals were turning out to be rather sore losers.� Of course, Dean had no doubt he could take
any man in the place, probably two or three at once, but he had no desire to
cause trouble.� Especially after seeing
his little brother sneak off with the waitress.�

Well it�s about time.� You really need to loosen up and have a
little fun once in awhile, Sammy, he thought with a sigh.

He looked up and smiled as a
blond waitress set another glass in front of him.� Her quick once-over wasn�t lost on him, and Dean turned on the
charm.� Within minutes he had her name,
the time she finished her shift, which wasn�t that far off, and an invitation
back to her place.� Looks like Sam�s
not the only one gettin� lucky tonight, Dean smirked.� He leaned back in the chair and stretched
out his legs, feet resting on the chair across from him.�

He glanced up suddenly,
movement at the far side of the bar catching his eye.� Dean couldn�t help but grin as Sam exchanged a few words with the
dark-haired waitress.� The woman seemed
a bit unsteady on her feet, and wore a tired, yet very satisfied smile.� She handed Sam a piece of paper, then
slipped out the side exit after a brief, but heated kiss.� �Well, aren�t you just the big stud
tonight,� Dean teased, then moved his feet so Sam could join him at the
table.�

Sam flopped down into the chair
with a sigh, then shot Dean a half-hearted scowl.� �Jerk,� he muttered, stealing Dean�s full glass of beer and
taking a quick sip.� He was feeling more
than a little relieved, because, as usual, once Aosoth had eaten her fill, the
demon had fallen blessedly silent.

�Bitch,� Dean tilted his head
and eyed his brother, noticing his sour mood.�
�What�s wrong with you?� Was she
that bad?� he asked, then chuckled as Sam squirmed in his seat and gave him an
exasperated glare.��

�Dude, could you be any more�you
know what?� Nevermind,� Sam shook his
head, then glanced toward the pool tables.�
�So I take it you�re done for the night?� Then let�s head back to the motel, I have a couple of leads we
should check out.��

�Oh, I�m just gettin� started,
Sammy,� Dean nodded toward the blond waitress as she sashayed past their table,
giving Dean a seductive grin.

Sam looked from the waitress to
Dean, leaning forward in his chair slightly.�
�Seriously?� You�re ditching a
lead to hook up?��

�Hey,� Dean frowned, shooting
Sam a sidelong look.� �You had your fun,
now it�s my turn.� You said you might
have a couple of leads, which means, until you have a definite lead, we can put
off the road trip �till morning.��

Sam blinked and stared at Dean
incredulously for a moment, then sat back and shook his head with a faint
smile.� �Fine, go have your �fun�, and
I�ll look into things, see which one we should check out first.�� He took another sip of beer, then frowned as
he noticed Dean watching him with narrowed eyes, full lips pursed in a
disapproving frown.� �What?��

Dean�s hand shot out, and he
snatched up the piece of paper Sam had laid on the table when he sat down.� Dean scanned it for a moment, the held it
up.� �You got her number, her address,
and probably an invitation to come over for round two, and you�d rather go back
to the motel and do research?� Man, she
must have been awful.� Cause I know
I raised you better than that.��

Sam�s eyes widened momentarily,
then he burst out laughing.� He leaned
back in his chair and chuckled as Dean just grinned back at him.� �You�re unbelievable sometimes.��

Dean shrugged and smirked, then
rose to his feet.� �What can I
say?��

Sam just closed his eyes and
shook his head, a smile on his face as he got up out of the chair.� �Whatever.��

~~oOo~~

It was the next day that the
shit finally hit the fan, just as Sam had predicted.�

Things had started out calm
enough, Dean had returned to the motel room in the early morning to find Sam
still hunched over his computer researching.�
He�d stopped off for breakfast on the way back, bringing back coffee and
food for Sam as well.� Dean had found it
a little suspicious that his brother immediately shut the laptop down as soon
as he walked in, but he decided to let it go for the moment.�

�How was your night?� Sam
asked, looking over at him with a tight smile. He glanced at the coffee and
takeout tray, and said a quiet thank you before getting up and stretching the
kinks out of his back.��

Dean tilted his head, and gave
Sam a Cheshire cat smile.� �Gentlemen
don�t kiss and tell,� he chuckled.� �But
then whoever said I was a-�

�Don�t even start,� Sam shook
his head quickly, giving Dean a warning glare.�
�I really don�t want the play-by-play, okay?�

�You are such a prude, Sammy,�
Dean chuckled as he tossed his jacket onto the nearest bed.

Sam just huffed walked over to
the table, checking out the food in silence as he refused to dignify the remark
with a response.�

�Alright, fine, princess,� Dean
smirked and sat down in the chair his brother had just vacated.� �If it�s too much for your sensitive ears,
let�s move on.� You find a job for us?�

�Yeah, I got a girl, drowned in
her shower.�� Sam said after taking a
long sip of coffee.�

Dean raised an eyebrow and sat
back.� �In the shower?� Okay, I�ll bite��

�No signs of struggle, or
forced entry,� Sam said as he sat down and pulled a tray of food toward
him.� �She just came home, took a
shower, and ended up drowning.� And
she�s not the first one to end up drowned in her own home, under strange
circumstances.��

Dean looked thoughtful for a
moment, and then nodded.� �Alright,
let�s check it out.� But first�� he rose
to his feet and stripped off his shirt.�
�I need a shower.�� He tossed the
shirt in the general direction of his duffel bag, then strode into the
bathroom, slamming the door shut behind him.�

�Jerk, you could have at least
asked if I needed it first,� Sam muttered, before he went back to his
breakfast.� As he ate, his mind wandered
back to the research he�d been doing earlier, and he frowned at how little he�d
accomplished.� Sam had been trying to
come up with something, anything that could help them figure out who might be
holding Dean�s contract.�

I told you, Sam, she
piped up.� The only way we�re going
to get any answers is to capture a demon, and torture it out of them.�

Okay, and just how the hell
am I supposed to do that without Dean finding out? Sam shot back.� �

Well I didn�t say it was
going to be easy, she said, a hint of annoyance in her voice.� Just that this is what has to be done if
we�re going to have any hope of getting a name in time.� That trusty laptop of yours isn�t going
to be any help at all this time.� We�re
gonna have to continue working our way up the chain.

Yeah, cause that just worked
so well with the crossroads demon, right? Sam snarled, still able to see
the image of the host body lying dead on the road.�

Sometimes yeah, it�s gonna
have to be that way.� We already
discussed this, she answered quietly.�
We can�t have other demons running back to this boss telling them
that we�re onto it, not yet.� Once it
catches on that we�re searching for it, or we�ve gotten lucky and discovered
its identity and now we�re gunning for it, things will turn very ugly, very fast.

And the demon will be
gunning for us instead, Sam frowned, pushing way the now empty takeout
tray.� He schooled his features into a
blank expression as Dean finally walked out of the bathroom.� �Hurry up and get dressed,� he muttered,
gesturing to the towel that covered Dean from the waist down, trying not to
stare.� Sam felt the blush rising in his
cheeks as the expanse of smooth skin brought back memories he still wasn�t
ready to deal with.� �We should hit the
road, we�ve got a long drive ahead of us.��

�Oh joy,� Dean deadpanned, then
turned around and reached for his duffel bag, letting the towel drop to the
floor as soon as Sam reached the bathroom.�

Once he was dressed, Dean
started to pack up their things.� He
gave all the weapons a quick once-over before stowing them in a bag to take to
the car.� Everything was fine until he
picked up the Colt.� Green eyes narrowed
as Dean double-checked his findings, and sure enough, there was one bullet
missing.� �Dammit, Sammy, what did you
do?�� Even as he said it, Dean had a
sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach that he knew exactly what Sam had
been up to.�

~~oOo~~

It was several hours and two
diner stops later that things finally came to a head.�

Sam had noticed that Dean
seemed rather�cool toward him since they�d left the motel.� His brother was barely speaking, and there
was tension in the other man�s shoulders, and in the set of his jaw that was
starting to make Sam a little uneasy.�

Sam, would you just ask him
what his problem is already?� He�s
starting to make me nervous! Aosoth griped.

There�s no point asking him,
Sam replied.� He won�t say a word
until he�s good and ready.�

Turned out Dean was quite ready
to speak his mind�

�So, I've been waiting since
Maple Springs,� Dean said quietly.� �You
got somethin� to tell me?�

�Sam blinked and frowned, looking a bit confused.� �It's not your birthday��

�No.�� Dean stared out the windshield, getting more frustrated by the
moment.

�Happy... Purim?�� Sam joked with a faint smile, as Dean shot
him an annoyed glance.� �Dude, I don't
know. I have no idea what you're talking-�

�There's a bullet missing from
the Colt,� Dean snapped, his jaw clenching in anger.�

Sam looked away, his smile
fading.�

�You want to tell me how that
happened?� Dean asked, looking over at Sam.�

Sam just pulled his lips down
into a frown and shook his head, playing dumb for the moment.�

�I know it wasn't me. So unless
you were shooting at some incredibly evil cans...� Dean trailed off for a
moment.

�Dean,� Sam said softly, his
voice barely audible over the rumbling engine and Dean�s continued ranting.

�You went after her, didn�t
you?�� Dean demanded.� �The Crossroads Demon, after I told you not
to!� he snapped, glaring at his brother.

�Yeah, well,� Sam said quietly,
resisting the urge to give a nonchalant shrug.

�You coulda gotten yourself
killed!� Dean snapped, jerking his head over to glare at Sam again.�

�I didn�t,� Sam said, eyebrows
raised as he met Dean�s stare.

�And you shot her.�

�She was a smartass!� Sam
snapped, starting to get annoyed now.

�So what, does that�does that
mean I�m outta my deal?� Dean asked.

�Don�t you think I might have
mentioned that little fact, Dean?� Sam shot back, a smarmy little smile on his
face, but it slipped away when Dean looked away, jaw working, eyes narrowed.
�No, someone else holds the contract.�

�Who?� Dean asked.�

�She wouldn�t say,� Sam said,
voice barely above a whisper.

Dean gave Sam a long look, then
he shook his head slightly.� �Well we
should find out who.� Of course our best
lead would be the crossroads demon,� he lifted his head, mouth open, a look of
realization on his face.� �Oh, wait a
minute��

�That�s not funny,� Sam
muttered, eyes narrowed.�

�No it�s not!�� Dean said loudly.� �It was a stupid freakin� risk, and you shouldn�t have done
it.��

�I shouldn�t have done it?� Sam
asked, staring over at Dean in disbelief.�
�You're my brother, Dean, and no matter what you do, I'm gonna try and
save you,� he said, voice rising in frustrated anger.� �And I�m sure as Hell not gonna apologize for it,
alright?� He looked over at Dean, but the other man avoided his gaze, staring
at the road ahead.� Finally Sam gave a
slight shake of his head and looked away.�

Of all the ungrateful�
Aosoth finally spoke up, having listened to the entire exchange with
interest.�

�Not now, Sam snapped.�

I�m just saying, it was
alright for him to sell his soul for you, but heaven forbid you try to find a
way to break the deal and save him from an eternity in Hell.� Seems a little hypocritical to me�

I said not now!� Just�shut up.� Sam�s jaw clenched as he tried not to let the demon�s words get
to him.

~~oOo~~

The next three days proved to
be most�informative.� Aosoth learned
several things observing the world through Sam�s eyes.�

First, she had never met anyone
or anything as annoying as Bela Talbot.�
Even Ruby didn�t get under the demon�s skin as badly as that wretched
thief.�

Despite that, though, Aosoth
had to admit, to herself at any rate, that she did have a grudging respect for
the woman.� It took stones to be that
ruthless, cunning, and cool under pressure.�
She was even a bit curious about Bela�s back-story.� What made her so damaged that, despite her
money-grubbing ways, it was easier to throw thousands of dollars the
Winchester�s way, rather than say a simple thank you?

But she had tried to take Sam
to task for speaking up and trying to save the woman, after everything she�d
put him through, as they were getting ready to leave.�

~~

Sam, why the hell didn�t you
just leave her to her fate?� Dean would
have! If you hadn�t opened your mouth, you�d have one less annoyance to worry
about. Aosoth demanded, as Sam packed up his duffel bag.

Dean might have, but I know
he would have regretted it, Sam answered with a soft sigh.�

Not for long! Aosoth
countered.� I�m sure he could have
easily justified her death to himself after all the times she�s screwed you two
over, just as easily as you could.� I
mean, come on, she did this to you once already, left you at the mercy of the
curse with that stupid rabbit�s foot, and she SHOT you for fuck�s
sake!� She�s barely even human!� A stack of bills means more to her than
another human�s life, so what makes her so special that she deserves to be
saved after all that?

Because it�s just like Dean
said.� We have souls, we have a
conscience.� We�re hunters, not
judges.� When someone asks for our help,
we try to save them.� It�s not our place
to pass judgment on other humans, he trailed off with a sneer.� Even if those humans are cold,
self-absorbed, conniving bitches that prey on their own kind.� It�s for the law to deal with them, not us.
Sam paused, glancing into a nearby mirror. And you know what?� It�s just a little disconcerting having you
prove just how much of my mind and memories you have access to.

Well excuse me, Aosoth
snapped, glaring back at him from the mirror.� But you know it�s true! Not to mention just how many other people
have died because of her greed and moral corruption.� You know she even surpasses some demons with her body count?�

What the hell right do you
have to talk? Sam demanded, turning to stare into the mirror at the ghostly
image of the dark-haired woman.�
Since when do you get to look down your nose from some imaginary moral
high ground?�

I don�t, Aosoth scowled
back at him.� But you usually
do.�

Sam blinked in surprise at the
accusation.

~~

The second thing she learned
was that just like anything else, the concept of the cougar could be taken too
far.� Mrs�er, Ms. Case was a rather
extreme example of that.� She wasn�t
even suitable to feed from.� One little
attempt during the party at the museum, and the woman had started to act
fall-down drunk.� Not to mention, at her
advanced age, her energy wasn�t much use to the demon anyway.

Last but not least, Aosoth also
learned that humans had a capacity for hatred and vengeance that put even
demons to shame.� Of course she�d always
known about hauntings and ghosts, but she�d never experienced it quite like
this.� Seeing the way a human spirit
could hold onto its anger and seek revenge even from beyond the grave, well,
she had to be impressed by that.�

She was still mulling over
everything she�d seen as they drove through the darkness, Dean revealing their
destination at last.� Aosoth was amused
at Sam�s disbelief over his brother taking them to Atlantic City.� The conversation that followed, however, was
far from amusing.�

As Aosoth listened to Dean�s
attempts at an apology, she felt Sam�s frustration rising over the other man�s
apparent apathy regarding his own fate.�
For once she didn�t speak up during their conversation.� She simply sat back and left Sam to his own
turbulent thoughts.�

She didn�t speak again until
Dean decided to pull over and get a motel room for the night.� Dean did ask Sam if he wanted to go out and
�live a little�, by spending some of Bela�s money in the local strip club, but
Sam declined, still clearly angry at his brother.�

As soon as the door shut behind
Dean, Aosoth spoke up.� Give the guy
a break, Sam, she said quietly.�

A break?� How the hell do you expect me to do
that?� He doesn�t even care that he�s
only got months left to live! Sam threw his bag onto the bed, and then
started to pace the room as both hands came up to brush through his hair.� He�s acting like it�s nothing, like he�s
not even afraid to go to hell.

We both know that�s not
true. Aosoth�s image appeared in the mirror, standing beside Sam as he
paused to look at her.� He does care,
and he is very much afraid of what�s coming.

I know�I just don�t get why
he�s acting like this. Sam sat down heavily on the bed with a deep sigh. Doesn�t
he get that I care about him, that I want to look out for my brother, too?� What the hell was with that big speech about
how I�m stronger than him, I could carry on, and I�ll be alright when he�s
gone?�

He said that because� you�ve
already proven that you�re capable of carrying on without your family, Aosoth
answered quietly.

What?� Sam asked, eyes wide as he stared at her
image in the mirror.�

Remember Stanford, Sam?
She asked, arms folded over her chest, as her image appeared to pace the
room.� You got out of this life; you
walked away from your family and stayed away for what, four years?� You made a new life for yourself and left
Dean and your father behind, no regrets, no excuses.� You�ve already shown Dean that you�re just fine on your own,
that�s why he figures you can carry on when he�s gone.

But things are different
now!� Sam countered, rising to his
feet quickly, one hand dragging through his hair.

Only in the fact that your
father�s dead, she said, watching as Sam flinched.� That just changes up the dynamics a
little.� You�re all Dean has now, and
vice versa.� But Dean knows you
can survive on your own, where he can�t.

Sam blinked several times, the
last sentence slowly sinking in.� What
do you mean, he can�t?

Oh come on, think about it,
Sam, Aosoth said, sounding impatient. Your mother died when he was just
a little boy.� Your father raised you
like warriors and left you alone for weeks at a time your entire
childhood.� The only constant in his life
has been you. Caring for you, looking out for you.�� And you left him.�

Sam glared at Aosoth�s
reflection in the mirror, hands clenched into fists at his sides.� His jaw worked angrily as he fought the
defensiveness and guilt her words evoked.��

Then you died in Azazel�s
little gladiator competition, Aosoth continued.� When you were dead, it was different.� This time you weren�t tucked away somewhere
safe and sound with some perky little blond.�
You were gone, and there was no hope of ever getting you back.� That�s when he was forced to make a
choice.� Him, or you.

�He didn�t have to make that
choice!� Sam snarled at her, then ducked his head down when he realized he�d
lost control and spoken aloud.��

Don�t look at me like that, Aosoth
held up her hands and shook her head.�
Dean�s broken psyche isn�t my fault.�

Hazel eyes narrowed as Sam
remembered the crossroads demon saying the same thing about his brother.�

Dean made that deal because
he knew damn well he couldn�t survive alone, Aosoth stated, hands on her
hips as she gazed at him intently.� He�s
putting on his game face and acting like he doesn�t care, he�s not afraid, but
the truth is he�s terrified, and both of you know it.� He�s scared of dying, scared of hell, sure.� But he�s trying to stop you from saving him
because there�s one thing he fears even more.�
Losing the only person he has left.�
He literally would rather die, than be left alone.

Sam swallowed hard, his
expression forlorn as he realized the demon was probably right.

To Be Continued�

Oh�Sammy, don�t let her get to
you!� Darned manipulating demons!� >.<

I know, this is a bit late, I�m
sorry! *hides* I�m working on the next part already, I just decided to break
this one up into a chapter by itself XD.�
Don�t worry, see?� I�ve posted two chapters now, I�m back, and
so�s the story! XD
Feedback is <3
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