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Deal Breaker, part 7/?

Author:
Johnnyjosh
Fandom:
Supernatural
Rating:
18+
Pairing:
Dean/Sam
Beta:
birddi, 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: 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~~

Soon it became apparent that
Aosoth�s advice regarding Bela should have been taken more seriously.� Just a few days after they had parted
company, Dean received a phone call from the thief.� She�d asked the elder Winchester brother where they were, and
where they were going, all under the guise that she was just calling to thank
them for saving her life.�

Despite all the trouble she�d
just caused them back in Massachusetts, Dean hadn�t been suspicious of her
motives.� A mistake that nearly cost
them their lives�

Sam and Dean were investigating
a series of disappearances; all of the victims so far were young blonde
females.� Almost immediately, they
picked up the trail of what must have been a newly created vampire.� The creature was leaving a string of bodies
and, in some cases, survivors behind in a sloppy pattern.� It took almost no time at all for the
Winchesters to trap, interrogate, and kill her.�

A day later, while following up
the lead on the club called Spider, the real reason for Bela�s call became
apparent.�

Sam and Dean had just found the
vampire that was converting unwitting women, and saved his next target.� They were chasing the man down an alleyway,
when suddenly the vampire was the least of their problems.�
There, at the end of the
alleyway, stood Gordon and Kubric, their guns drawn.�

The two brothers made a run for
it and, in a surprising move, Dean broke away to try to distract them and allow
Sam to escape.� It was a bizarre
combination of Dean�s recklessness, dumb luck, and fate that saw the
Winchesters return to their motel room shaken, but unscathed.�

Once they were safely hidden,
and after Sam gave Dean a mini-lecture about running straight at the two crazed
hunters, they tried to figure out how Gordon knew how to find them.� It took Dean all of three seconds to figure
out the answer.

�That bitch,� he muttered, then
phoned the thief and confirmed it had, indeed, been her that had sold them out
to Gordon Walker.�

Now, see? Aosoth
whispered in Sam�s mind as they listened to Dean threatening to kill Bela.� That�s how you should be handling that
cold, soulless wench.� You�re going to
get over this squeamishness, Sam.� If
you�re going to save Dean, you�ve got to learn to deal with things, and
yes, people, that threaten your life.�

Sam just hunched his shoulders
and scowled, seeing the intense anger in his brother�s eyes.�� Part of him knew the demon had a
point.� Bela was proving to be more than
just a nuisance.� She had become a
threat to their lives.� But he couldn�t
bring himself to commit murder.� Not in
Bela�s case, anyway.� Now Gordon, that
was another story.�

He thought back to their
previous encounters with the other hunter.�
From the way Gordon had tried to eliminate the nest of vampires that
only fed on animals, to the way the man had turned his attention to the other
�psychic kids� and started killing them off one by one, in cold blood.� The more he thought, and the more Aosoth
whispered to him, the more Sam realized finally that yes, he had to deal with
Gordon Walker once and for all.�

As they sat checking their guns
and sharpening knives, Sam spoke up quietly.�
�The vampire�s still out there, Dean.�

�First thing�s first,� Dean
answered, glancing over at him.

�Gordon.� Sam nodded.�

�About that, when we find him
or if he finds us�� Dean trailed off.

�Yeah?� Sam asked, eyebrows
raised.

�Well I�m just saying he�s not
leavin� us a whole lotta options,� Dean said.�

�Yeah I know, we gotta kill
him.� Sam replied, looking unfazed.�

Dean however, looked a little
surprised.� �Really.� Just like that,� he said, looking over at
Sam intently.� �I thought you woulda
been like �No, we can�t, he�s a human, it�s wrong�,� Dean put on a fake whiney
voice, obviously doing a sarcastic imitation of Sam.�

�No, I�m done,� Sam said flatly.� �I mean, Gordon�s not gonna stop until we�re
dead.� Or until he is.��

Dean looked surprised, and
impressed by Sam�s words.� He�s
learning� Dean thought, looking down at the knife he was sharpening.� As much as it pained him to think it, Dean
knew Sam had to learn to protect himself.�
He had to be able to deal with threats like Gordon, because Dean wasn�t
going to be around to protect his little brother much longer.

The moment was broken when
Dean�s phone rang.� It was Bela, calling
to apologize, amazingly enough.� She
told them where to find Gordon and delivered a cryptic warning from the
spirits, as well.� The brothers weren�t
quite sure what to make of that, as they set out to find him.�
�
It turned out the spirits were
right.� When Sam and Dean found Dixon,
they found out, to their horror, that now they were no longer after a
run-of-the-mill psychotic Gordon hungry for Sam�s blood.� Now they were after a psychotic,
super-charged vampire Gordon, hungry for Sam�s blood in more ways than one.

They tried to find the
newly-made vampire during the day, without success.�

After Sam made sure they
couldn�t be tracked using their cell phones, Dean decided he was going to go
after Gordon on his own.� He knew Gordon
was gunning for Sam, not himself.� With
nothing left to lose, Dean figured he could at least try to either kill the
vampire himself, or draw him out so Sam could finish him.

It proved to be a breaking
point for Sam.� With Aosoth�s words
after Sea Pines still playing out in his head, Sam told Dean to drop the
kamikaze act, and the attitude.� He told
Dean that he knew the other man was afraid, and when Dean denied it, Sam told
Dean just how well he knew the older man, and why.� With tears in his eyes, Sam begged Dean to drop the show and just
be his brother again.�

Dean had the grace to look
sheepish, and finally he realized just what his cavalier attitude was doing to
Sam.� He thought putting on his game
face would make it easier for Sam to accept what was coming.� But he couldn�t have been more wrong.�

They barricaded themselves
inside their room and covered their scent, deciding it would be best to resume
the hunt the next day.� But it seemed
Gordon was one step ahead.� He�d tracked
their scent to the store where Sam and Dean had gotten new cell phones, and
acquired Dean�s number.� He also
kidnapped the sales girl, and was now using her as bait to lure the brothers
out.

The Winchesters had no choice
but to meet the hunter turned vampire, so they warily made their way into the
warehouse, staying close together to watch each other�s backs.� They found the girl tied up on the floor,
and all it took was a moment of distraction while moving down a corridor for
Gordon to lower a metal sliding door, separating the brothers.�

Dean called for Sam through the
door, then kicked at it angrily, panic rising at the thought of the younger man
trapped in there alone with the psychotic vampire.� He picked up a piece of pipe and began swinging at the door�s
release mechanism, hoping he could force it back up, but it was no use.� Dean threw the pipe away in disgust, then
gasped as the girl they�d �saved� suddenly attacked him, vampire fangs
bared.�

Shit, he turned her, the
bastard! Dean thought, pulling out the Colt and killing the creature with
one shot to the head.�

Meanwhile, on the other side,
Sam brandished a large knife, jumping slightly as the lights went out.�

Oh shit, Aosoth cursed,
wishing she could do more to help her host see in the pitch darkness.� She listened as Gordon spoke, taunting Sam,
then telling him they were the same, that he knew how Sam felt having something
evil inside him.� Bullshit.� You have no idea, because you�ve never
really been human, you bastard, she growled, having seen all the memories
that flashed through Sam�s mind earlier.�
You�ve always been a crazy, violent son of a bitch that kills
everything you find, and takes out humans and even other hunters that get in
your way.�

It seemed for a few moments
that Sam and Aosoth would both meet their fate at the hands of this newly
created monster, but it turned out that Sam giving in to the demon's demands,
and keeping her fed a little better actually would work in his favor.

Sam was afraid, trapped in the
dark with the vampire stalking him.� But
he was even more afraid when Gordon rushed him, and they crashed through a wall
and landed hard the concrete floor.� Sam
grunted in pain as Gordon picked him up and slammed him into a wall, then flung
him across the room into a metal shelf.�

He lay there for a moment, the
wind knocked out of him, and watched as Dean raced in with the Colt drawn.� Gordon turned and knocked the gun aside,
twisting Dean�s arm behind his back before hitting him on the back of the head,
knocking Dean into the wall and stunning him.�

Sam watched helplessly for a
moment as Gordon lunged forward and sank his fangs into Dean�s throat.� Suddenly he felt a wave of rage and
possessiveness wash over him.

You son of a bitch!� Aosoth shrieked.� Nobody gets to feed from Dean Winchester but ME!

Sam had found himself launched
to his feet and moving forward with a strength not entirely his own.� He hit Gordon in the back with doubled-up
fists, then tried to hit him in the face when the vampire spun around.� He took a hit to the stomach, a kick to the
head, and then Sam found himself leaning against a workbench.� He looked down at what was available,
spotting the wrapped up razor wire just as Gordon grabbed him from behind.� Miraculously Sam managed to cling to it even
as the vampire smacked his head against the workbench.� He pulled out a length of wire and, when
Gordon spun him around, Sam quickly wrapped it around the vampire�s neck and
started to pull.� Blood seeped down the
wire as Sam dug it into the flesh of Gordon�s throat, but it wasn�t working, he
just wasn�t cutting through fast enough.�
He felt a brief moment of panic, before strength flooded his body once
again.�

You�re done, you
bloodsucking bastard, Aosoth snarled, rising up inside Sam�s mind and
putting her own power forth.�

With one last tug, the wire
sliced through Gordon�s neck.� The
vampire�s head fell to the floor, while his body came to rest leaning against a
metal tank.�

What�the hell was that?
Sam stared down at his hands in shock, still feeling the tingle where the
demon�s strength had flowed through him.�
He felt Aosoth�s presence fading, and realized she must have weakened
herself by lending him power.� He looked
down and dropped the wire as his adrenaline faded, leaving him exhausted and in
pain.� Sam looked up at the groan that
came from across the room, watching as Dean rose shakily to his feet.�

Dean took in the scene before
him, brows drawn together as he glanced between Gordon�s head, his body, and
the length of bloody razor wire on the floor.�
He felt a brief flash of unease, wondering how Sam had managed to
basically guillotine the crazed vampire.�
But he was too wiped out to dwell on it, so he just made a wisecrack and
left it alone, for now.

For his part Sam was so tired,
he couldn�t even muster up a response to Dean�s crack about him being
reckless.� He just closed his eyes
briefly, and started walking toward the door, feeling, rather than seeing Dean
fall into step beside him.

� The two men left the building swaying unsteadily, shoulders
bumping.� Finally they ended up simply slinging
an arm around each other, each man relying on the other for a little
support.��

It was later that night that,
after Dean had cleaned up and went to bed that Aosoth finally stirred again,
barely there in Sam�s consciousness.�

So, what was all that?
Sam asked without preamble, as soon as he felt her presence.� He moved into the bathroom, shutting the
door before he looked into the mirror.�
When he saw the ghostly image in the mirror in front of him, he realized
she looked as tired as he felt. Why the big show of strength?�� I thought you couldn�t do stuff like that.

What, you mean saving your
ass? she said, not missing a beat.

Sam sighed and chewed his lip,
looking down at the sink for a moment.� Alright,
I�ll give you that.� You helped save Dean,
and me, so thanks.� But that�s not what
I meant, and you know it.� What the hell
was that you said, about nobody feeding from Dean but you?�

Aosoth looked petulant, arms
folded over her chest as she looked away.�

Is it like Ruby said
before, about you becoming enamored with certain people you�re feeding from? Sam
asked, feeling a little�odd at the demon showing possessiveness like that
toward his brother.

Aw, don�t be jealous,
she sneered at him from the mirror.� I
like you, too, Sam.

Gee, I�m flattered, Sam
sneered back.� I�m sure Dean would
just love to hear how you feel about him.

Leave Dean out of it, Aosoth
warned.� We have a deal,
remember?� Tonight I helped save your
asses.� That should prove I�m at least trying
to hold up my end.� She yawned in
the mirror.� Now, unless you�ve got
some way to feed me tonight, I�m turning in, I�m exhausted.� So are you for that matter, now get your
overgrown ass into bed.

Sam looked like he was about to
argue, but after a moment he merely nodded, watching her image fade from the
mirror.� He walked out of the bathroom,
heading for his bed, but paused by Dean�s bedside for a few seconds.� Sam watched Dean as the older man slept, wincing
at the bandage on his neck.� His fingers
brushed down over the line of Dean�s jaw, and Sam dropped silently to one knee,
leaning closer and breathing deeply, taking in Dean�s scent.� He tilted his head, feeling the overwhelming
urge to just press his lips to Dean�s, nothing more, just a simple kiss.� With a shake of his head Sam stood up
quickly, moving over and sitting down heavily on his own bed.� He couldn�t even feel Aosoth stirring within
him, but even so, he was sure it was her that had urged him to touch Dean.� No, he�s weak after what Gordon did to
him.� He�s in no shape to try and feed
you, too.� Sam stripped off
everything but his boxer briefs and got into bed, stretching out under the
blanket.� As he closed his eyes, Sam
tried one last time to convince himself it was Aosoth that had wanted to kiss
Dean, not him.�

~~oOo~~

It had taken several trips out
to find people for Aosoth to feed from, before the demon was back to her usual,
snarky self.� Once her strength had been
restored, she coaxed Sam into giving her a little more than usual, and Sam
could now actually feel her creeping around in there, nudging and prodding at
the place where his powers lay dormant.

You need to hurry up and
open that door, time�s running out, Sam reminded her as he got into the
Impala, he and Dean ready to head out on their next job.�

Working on it, Aosoth
assured him.� But I think there�s
something else we need to act as the key, I just�need to figure out exactly
what that is.

If you�re hinting at Dean
again, forget it, Sam scowled, leaning back in the seat and crossing his
arms.�

No, no, although I�m
starting to think maybe you�re no longer viewing it as quite so wrong anymore�
Aosoth said, the smirk clear in her voice.��

You don�t know what you�re
talking about! Sam snapped.

Oh, don�t I?� You know damn well it wasn�t me that tried
to kiss Dean the other night.� No, that
was all you, sweetheart.

~~oOo~~

Before Sam knew it, Christmas
was upon them, and in typical Winchester fashion, it entailed decidedly more
than just sitting around a table eating turkey dinner.�

At first they thought it was
some kind of Anti-Clause that was sneaking into people�s houses, and dragging
people up the chimney, usually ripping them apart in the process.� But after further investigation that
included visiting a cheesy Santa�s village, and a rather embarrassing attempt
at singing carols in the trailer of the suspected evil Santa, the two men
realized they�d been wrong.� They were,
in fact, up against ancient Pagan gods.�

Well that�s just great,
Aosoth had groused. As if we didn�t have enough problems with demons,
vampires, and every other kind of creature, now we have to deal with them too?� How are we supposed to get rid of
something like that?

Take it easy, Sam
replied, continuing to research while he explained his theory to Dean.� Bobby will come up with something. He
always does.

After finally tracking down who
was making the wreaths, a local woman named Madge, the two had made it back to
the motel, where they had a discussion about celebrating Christmas
together.� Dean had brought it up several
times over the last couple of days, but Sam was adamant, refusing to celebrate
knowing this was Dean�s last year.�
Every time he thought about it, Sam was hit with memories of past
holidays, including the one where he found out the truth about his dysfunctional
little family.� Why they moved around,
why their father was always leaving them alone, and why Dean got so angry
whenever Sam mentioned their mother.� He
remembered the fear and uncertainty he�d felt as his world was tilted on its
axis, and how he�d gone to bed crying that night, despite Dean�s attempts to
reassure him.�

Aosoth took it all in, feeling
Sam�s sadness and pain, and realized now why Christmas was his least favorite
holiday.� Wow�you learned so much,
more than you should have at that age, and to find out all those truths in one
night�� That must have been difficult.�

I wasn�t that young, Dean
knew it by that time, Sam answered.�

Yeah, and wasn�t he just a
happy, healthy, well-adjusted child, she shot back.�

He was coping, the best way
he could, I guess� Sam frowned, then jumped a bit as he saw her reflection
on the laptop�s monitor.� She appeared
to be standing just behind him, peering over his shoulder.�

Yeah, I guess.� He tried to hide the truth from you, but you
were too smart for your own good, even back then it seems, Aosoth
mused.�

I deserved to know the
truth, Sam said stubbornly.�

Yes, and you found out.� And it tore apart what little world you had
left, didn�t it?� the demon
prodded.� Mind you, I�ve got to say,
Dean was definitely more sensitive back then.�

How so? Sam asked, brow
furrowed as he thought back to Dean�s quarrelsome, defensive nature.

He at least tried to soften
the blow, then tried to offer some kind of comfort to you after he told you
everything, she answered quietly.� He
might not have been very good at it, but he sure tried.

Sam sighed and ran a hand
through his hair, trying to push back the memories.

I�m sure if you tried, you
could come up with at least one half-decent memory of Christmas.� Not to mention, you kind of owe him this,
Aosoth said.�

How the hell do you figure
that?� Sam demanded

I know you may not want to
celebrate, but as far as he knows, this might be his last Christmas. the
demon murmured.� He wants to spend it
with you, trying to have at least a little peace and happiness.

~~oOo~~

After meeting Madge Carrigan
and her husband, who seemed too much like the Cleavers to be real, Sam did some
further research.� He discovered enough
about the Carrigans to make him reasonably sure they were the gods.� Bobby had told Dean they needed to use
evergreen stakes to kill them, and after preparing several stakes, the two set
out to search the house.�

It was almost Sam and Dean that
were served up for Christmas dinner after they were caught in the
basement.� The gods put them through a
rather painful preparation ritual that included cutting their forearms, ripping
out one of Sam�s fingernails, and almost pulling one of Dean�s teeth.� They took advantage of a last-minute
distraction when someone came to the door, managing to slip the ropes securing
them to their chairs.� After a brief but
intense fight, Sam and Dean managed to kill the gods with boughs from the
evergreen Christmas tree standing in the living room.�

They went back to the motel,
and after cleaning up, Dean went for a beer and snack run.� While he was gone, Sam decided to set up a
little surprise.� He put up a tiny,
sparse Christmas tree, decorated with car air fresheners, lights and fishing
bobbers. Sam had even hung up a cheap tasseled �Merry Christmas� banner on the
wall.� Last but not least, he wrapped
some small gifts in newspaper, and spiked some eggnog for himself and his
brother.�

Wow, you�re going all out
here, aren�t you? What brought all this on? Aosoth asked, then fell silent
as one last memory played out in Sam�s mind.

Sam�s mind drifted back, to
that night when he�d found out the truth, and he remembered how hard Dean had
tried to make things better later that night.�
He�d even gone out and raided someone else�s house, bringing home
presents and lying about their dad coming home.� Sam realized that yes, maybe he did owe it to Dean to try and
give him a merry Christmas.�

The look on Dean�s face when he
walked in definitely made all the trouble worth it.� The older man looked surprised, and very pleased when he saw
everything Sam had done.� He�d asked
what changed Sam�s mind, but didn�t push when the younger man didn�t give him a
straight answer.� Instead, he just went
with it, exchanging gifts and sitting back to watch the game together.�

There were so many things on
Sam�s mind, so many things he wanted to say.�
He�d found himself starting to talk, tears filling his eyes, but each
time Sam pushed it all back down.� He
refused to start a conversation that he knew full well would either make things
awkward between them, or start an all-out argument.� Instead he kept the conversation light and easy; enjoying each
time he managed to bring a smile to Dean�s face.

A few hours and several glasses
of eggnog later, the game was over, and the brothers decided to turn in.� Both men managed to clamber to their feet,
slowly making their way over to the beds.�
Sam watched as Dean started stripping off his shirts, swaying slightly
on his feet.� His eyes burned as he
thought about what would happen if he, Aosoth and Ruby couldn�t find a way to
save his brother.� Before he knew what
he was doing, Sam was suddenly there, behind Dean, long arms snaking around the
other man�s waist.� I won�t let this
be your last Christmas, he thought, jaw set stubbornly.

Dean blinked and looked down,
the alcohol slowing down his thoughts and reflexes enough that all he did was
turn a bit and look up blearily.� �Sam?�
he murmured, then blinked slowly again as he found himself tugged into a fierce
embrace.� �Mmph�� Dean made a muffled
sound as his face ended up pressed into Sam�s shoulder.� �You�re such a girl sometimes,� he muttered,
slowly bringing his arms up and wrapping them around the younger man.��

They stayed like that for
several minutes, until finally Dean started trying to pull away.� �Yeah, yeah,� he slurred, voice rough from
alcohol and sleepiness.� �Merry
Christmas to you too.� Now, sleep.�� Dean barely managed to strip off his last
shirt, and wriggle out of his boots, jeans and socks before he sprawled
gracelessly on his own bed.�

Well, go on, you big
chicken, Aosoth taunted quietly.� You
know you want to.

No, I know you want to feed,
and it�s not happening, Sam growled.�

Not right now, I�m quite
content to just watch this, she said with a hint of innuendo in her
voice.� Come on, Sam, you know you
want to lie down there and curl up around Dean like a python with a chill.�

Sam watched Dean with an
uncertain expression, then stripped down to his t-shirt and briefs.� The truth was he did want to do just that,
but he hated giving the demon the satisfaction of knowing she was right.� He looked back and forth between Dean�s bed
and his own, before finally he just shrugged to himself and climbed onto the
bed beside Dean.�

Dean made the cutest little
snuffling noises when Sam�s arms wound around him, curling into the embrace and
carelessly throwing an arm over the younger man�s waist.�

Sam smiled faintly as he held
Dean, falling asleep to the sound of the other man�s slow, even breathing.�

~~oOo~~

It was Dean that woke up first,
stretching and smiling as he felt warm arms around him, and a body pressed
firmly against his chest.� A few seconds
later he realized that body felt too tall, too broad to be female.� The arms were too muscular, and the legs
tangled with his were far too long, longer than his.� Green eyes snapped open as he pulled his head back to see just
who was in his bed.�

�Oh shit,� Dean hissed,
realizing that somehow, he and Sam had ended up on the same bed, and had probably
spent the entire night wrapped around each other.� �Talk about awkward,� he muttered, then froze as he felt the
other man stirring.� Dean played possum,
staying still and quiet, even closing his eyes as he felt Sam stretching those
long limbs.� He figured he�d let Sam be
the one to freak out and pull away, it would be easier for him just to brush it
off with a joke, and maybe tease the younger man about it later on.� After all, it was Dean�s bed they were on,
meaning it was Sam that had switched beds, not him.�

However, instead of waking up
and pulling away, Sam merely scooted closer, legs curling around Dean�s, his
arms tightening as he pressed himself more firmly against the other man.� He opened his eyes slowly, a smile playing
on his lips as he saw that Dean still appeared to be asleep.� Sam was hard-pressed to resist the urge to
kiss Dean, but he figured he�d better not.�
With his luck, Dean would open his eyes just as their lips touched, and
that would be extremely awkward.� So, he
settled for just holding him close, until he tilted his hips the wrong
way.� His length brushed Dean�s hip and
instinctively Sam pushed forward, inhaling sharply at the ripple of pleasure
that ran through his body.�

Dean tensed up a bit as Sam
cuddled up to him, not saying or doing anything to stop it until he felt the
unmistakable press of a rather impressive erection against his hip.� Then all hell broke loose.�

�Whoa!� Okay, enough with the snuggling crap!� Dean
yelped, flailing his limbs until he was free.�
Then he scooted back so quickly he ended up sliding off the end of the
bed.� He landed hard on his rear with an
undignified squeak, and stared up at Sam with wide eyes.�

Sam gave a start at Dean�s
surprised yell and jerked up into a sitting position, staring down at Dean in
shock.� �What�Dean?�� He tried to form a question, but all he
ended up doing was blinking and stammering.�

Dean scrambled to his feet and
managed a scandalized glare.� �You�Dude,
you�d better tell me it was Angelina in your dreams, cause man, that�s light
years beyond awkward!��

Sam opened his mouth and closed
it a few times, looking like a fish out of water, unable to come up with an
answer as his cheeks turned pink.�

�Say somethin�,� Dean demanded,
then made the mistake of letting his eyes drift, which was a mistake.� They were immediately drawn to the clearly
defined bulge in Sam�s briefs, and with a soft growl Dean tore his eyes
away.� He pulled on a shirt, some jeans,
and quickly put on his boots.� �I�m
goin� out to get some breakfast, you�� He refused to turn around and look at
Sam.� �Take care of�that�and get
dressed.� I need caffeine before we can
even begin to try to deal with this.��

Sam winced as the door slammed
shut, and sighed heavily as he got to his feet, heading for the bathroom.� �Dammit!� he shouted and punched the door,
hard enough to skin his knuckles.� �Why
did you make me do that?� he roared, pointing an accusing finger at the reflection
of the petite brunette superimposed over his own in the mirror.�

Whoa, wait just a damn
minute!� Aosoth glared back at
him.� I didn�t make you do a damn
thing!�

�Bullshit!� You�ve been trying your damnedest to get me
closer to Dean so you can feed from him,� Sam accused her angrily.�

Not this time!� The demon shook her head and folded her arms
over her chest.� I might have
suggested it, but I didn�t make you do it.�
You chose to get in bed with your brother, cuddle up to him, and
basically dry hump him this morning all by yourself.�

Sam�s cheeks turned red at the
demon�s words, and he ducked his head for a moment.� When he looked back up, his eyes were narrowed.� �Yeah?�
Well if it hadn�t been for you forcing us together before, none of this
would be happening right now.� Maybe I
should finally just get rid of you, huh?��

You can try, Aosoth
glared at him.� But then you�re the
one breaking the deal.� I�ve proven I�m
trying to hold up my end.� Have I forced
you and Dean into that since?� Hell have
I forced you into sex with anyone since?� No.�
Have I helped save your lives?�
Yes.� Have I done everything in
my power to wake up your abilities, and try to find a way to save Dean?� Hell yes.��

Sam stared down at the sink for
a few moments, then sighed heavily, looking up at her with a scowl.� �This is still your fault.� If it hadn�t been for what you did, I
wouldn�t be feeling this way toward my own brother.�

Again, no, that�s not my
fault, Aosoth countered, tilting her head back with a faint smirk.�� I made it clear when we made our little
pact.� I wouldn�t force you into sex
with anyone you didn�t want on your own.�
And I haven�t.� You�ve wanted
Dean since before you were old enough to realize exactly what it was you wanted
him for.� It�s time for you to
man up and deal with your feelings.

Sam bared his teeth and strode
out of the room, snatching up his button-down shirt and sliding it on with an
impatient sound.� He pulled on a clean
pair of jeans, then sat down on the bed to put on his socks and shoes.� He was about to argue with the demon
further, but the door swung open, hitting the wall with a bang, and Dean strode
in carrying a bag, and a small cardboard tray with four large cups of
coffee.�

�Thank God,� Sam muttered,
grateful for both the coffee, and a distraction from Aosoth�s words.� Of course, he knew he was about to get an
earful from Dean next, but he figured he could handle that.� �Look, Dean, about this morning, I-�

�Look,� Dean cut him off,
looking clearly uncomfortable.� He�d
been doing his level best to rationalize the position they�d ended up in while
he was out.� There was really only one
option that didn�t have his brain going into full-on freak out mode.� �Let�s just�chalk last night up to passin�
out on the same bed after too many drinks, and this morning, you were half
asleep, thinkin� about some hot chick, okay?��
He shook his head slightly, then raised his eyebrows and pinned Sam with
a look.� �Oh, and next time?� I�m in charge of doctoring up the
drinks.��

Sam chuckled and nodded slowly,
then reached out when Dean held out a coffee for him, wincing at the heat of it
as he wrapped long fingers around the paper cup.�

�Yeah, watch it,� Dean
muttered, setting one cup on the table and pulling the plastic lid off.� �I think I stripped three layers of skin off
the inside of my cheek with the first sip.� �

Sam stared down at the cup for
a moment, then looked up at Dean.�
�Listen, Dean, I�m sorry.� I
didn�t mean for any of that to happen, okay?�
I just�� he shrugged one shoulder.��

Dean watched Sam with an
unreadable expression for a few moments, as Sam shifted uncomfortably on the
bed.� �I know,� he said quietly.� �Let�s move on, shall we?� Although, you do realize I�m probably never
gonna let you live that down, right?� He smirked, before he dug into the bag
and pulled out a couple of sandwiches, then tossed one to Sam.�

Sam barely caught the sandwich,
as he looked up at Dean in surprise.�
�Excuse me?� he asked, eyebrows raised.�

�Oh come on!� As awkward as that was, you know I can�t let
that go without torturing you about it at least a little, right?�� Dean grinned back at him.� �Oh, and that face?� He did a bizarre
imitation of a carp, mouth opening and closing as he opened his eyes comically
wide.� �Dude�priceless!� he laughed,
shaking his head.�

Sam gaped at his brother, then
burst out laughing.� �I didn�t look
anything like that!��

�You totally did!� Dean
chuckled.� �Man I wish I�d had a
camera.� Blackmail material for years,
right there.��

Sam threw back his head and
laughed loudly, relieved that there was no more awkwardness and tension between
them.� He opened the sandwich and took a
big bite, then he looked up as Dean fell silent.� �We good?� he managed around a mouthful of food.�

�Yeah, bro,� Dean nodded,
smiling at him.� �We�re good.

To Be Continued�

Oi�O.O I�m getting a bit
confused by Aosoth here, when she�s good she�s very good, but when she�s bad
she�s�nasty XD.� I wonder, when her real
agenda will be revealed <<
Feedback is <3!
JJ
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Deal Breaker, part 7/?