Supernatural Fanfic - Controling the Demon (1/?)
Title: Controlling the Demon (1/?)
Author: meluivan_indil
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Evil!Dean/Sam
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 3,622
Disclaimer: I only wish, but not mine. Kripke owns them along with a lot of other people who probably don’t take good care of them. I would if they were mine.
Summary: How much control will it take to get his brother back?
Notes: I started writing this before the premier of Season 4, so it does not go along with anything after that point. Post Season 3. Dean’s been gone six months. Rated for Wincest, and images of graphic violence.
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Part 1 ~ The Pattern
This is it. The next most likely victim would be within these doors and Sam was so tired of being too late. So tired of finding dead hunters everywhere he looked. No one really knew how the demon was managing it. All they knew was that nine hunters, good hunters who knew their business, had been found dead in the past two months. The demon hunting community was being brought to its knees and the only clue ever left behind was sulfur. That meant demon. But there was more, more that only Sam saw. A pattern left behind that wouldn’t normally be seen. But he saw. He saw better than any other ever could.
He and Bobby had put together a list of likely victims going by that pattern, but he hadn’t even told Bobby exactly what the pattern was. He didn’t want to breath his theory out loud yet. He’d just made the decision where he thought the demon would strike next and left Bobby in confusion. If his theory were correct than he didn’t want Bobby in on this hunt. Not this time, and especially not this demon.
So now he stood outside what looked like a rundown cabin in the woods. All rotted wood and pealing paint, but Sam knew it was the home of Mick Walters, one of the best hunters there was, according to Bobby at least. And Sam silently prayed he wouldn’t find what he expected within.
As he stepped through the door though the pungent scent of blood and sulfur assaulted his senses almost enough to gag anyone who hadn’t smelled it too many times before. He sighed heavily, knowing the feeling of failure. He was too late, again.
He crossed the small living area and stepped up to the door leading off to the bedroom knowing this demon’s pattern and knowing what to expect inside. The door itself was ajar and his first glimpse was of blood stained sheets that were just visible in the glow of the camp lantern on the windowsill next to the bed.
He moved into the room and took in the body that was destroyed before him, neck snapped, throat ripped out, and limbs twisted at angles wholly unnatural to the human form. A year before and the sight might have sent Sam lunging back through the door before he completely lost everything in his stomach. But no longer. He had seen too much, and suffered too much loss of his own to do much more than flinch at the sight.
That’s when he felt it. It was almost as if a cold wind had whispered across his neck and he knew he was not alone. He closed his eyes and reached out with his mind and yes, there it was. A presence just a few steps behind him; a demonic presence. Six months ago and he would have feared such a thing. But times had changed and so had he. Every waking moment that he hadn’t devoted to finding his brother had been spent learning to use the gifts he had been given. The gifts that Dean had always considered to be a curse, but Sam had realized when used the proper way had become his best defense and offence against evil.
He had been in this situation before, but somehow this felt so much different. He could feel it, an old familiarity that caused an ache to flow through his quickening heart.
The presence behind him moved closer until he could feel hot breath upon his neck, sending shivers down his spine and causing gooseflesh to raise upon the skin there. Then a hand rested upon his shoulder very lightly, almost as if in fear of the touch.
Sam licked his lips trying to force the words to appear. “Is there anything left of my brother?”
The hand upon his shoulder tightened and pulled him around until he was face to face with the one presence he had both been hoping and dreading would be there. Blood splattered face and clothes along with eyes as black as night appeared upon the one being he had once held above all others in the world. The smirk was the same, the way he stood, the tilt of his head were all Dean, but those eyes … His breath caught and a strained look crossed his face waiting for the being’s response. “Oh believe me brother, this is all me. Just a new and improved version,” came the smirking reply.
“Should I assume this is not a possession then?” Sam asked already knowing the answer. Dean may not have wanted him to know about how demons came into existence, but he had found out. His brother wasn’t just possessed; he was a demon. There was nothing to exorcise back to hell, unless he wanted to send Dean back there himself.
“Do I really have to answer that, Sammy?” The familiar nickname sent a shock of pain through him and he couldn’t help the flinch. “You should have stayed away. You would have been safe.”
Sam shook his head bitterly in denial knowing there was no way he could have ever done so. “You should have found me first. You’ve been back two months now and I had to come find you.” He couldn’t hide the hurt in those words.
“I didn’t want to kill you, but now what choice do you give me?” he answered calmly. But then had to wonder. “How did you find me?”
Sam’s face took on a smirk of its own. “If you didn’t want me to find you, you shouldn’t have followed the route we took when we were looking for Dad. Every one of your kills have been close to the hunts we took on back then in the same order. Sort of obvious there, Dean.”
The smirk left the demon’s face. “Hmm, didn’t realize I was doing that.”
Or at least the demon you didn’t. This gave Sam some hope that the Dean he knew and loved was trapped inside there somewhere, sending him a sign, wanting to be found.
When Sam didn’t speak the demon just shook his head. “I didn’t want to kill you, not you,” he whispered and the grip he held on Sam’s shoulder became tighter, a little painful.
“You won’t,” Sam answered reaching out and grabbed the hand, shoving it from his shoulder.
The demon was surprised that he was able to do so. Somehow with those two words his fingers had lost their tight grip and the hand had almost just fell off. But he ignored this for a moment concentrating on the words. “What makes you think that I’ll spare you? Because we were brothers? Don’t delude yourself. That means very little to me. I may not want to kill you, but that doesn’t mean I won’t.”
“Oh, I’m sure you would, if you could,” Sam answered sadly. It was hard knowing your own brother was capable of killing you, but he wasn’t gonna try to fool himself.
Within seconds the demon had moved forward forcibly grabbing him and shoving him against the wall. Sam had expected the demon to try to use his powers on him. This though was unexpected, but then again, Dean always was a very physical type of person. Sam couldn’t control the shivers that ran up his spine as Dean pressed his entire body to the wall, holding it there with his own. He could feel the heat seeping through their clothes and he had to admit that the warmth of his brother’s body pressed against his was causing all kinds of reactions. Reactions that he hadn’t had with another person since losing him. The demon could feel the tremble in the body beneath his and the smirk was back. “Or maybe you think I won’t kill you because we were lovers once. Is that it?”
Before Sam could respond the demon had covered his mouth in a crushing kiss. Taking, plundering, stealing everything that Sam had once freely given to Dean. But this wasn’t his Dean. This wasn’t the brother he had loved. They had only had a few days as lovers together before Dean’s contract had come do, but Sam remembered how gentle and sweet his brother’s kisses had been, not this vicious, rough, rape of his mouth. He felt the demon’s teeth bare down on his lip drawing blood and that was all he could bear. He shoved roughly against the creature’s shoulders, not breaking their contact completely but at least breaking the kiss. He could see blood on the monster’s lips, his blood, and knew if he reached up and touched his lips that there would be blood there too. But he did not.
“It isn’t that you won’t kill me, it’s that you can’t,” he whispered staring intently at the demon who snorted a laugh at that. But the more intense his gaze became the lighter the laugh was and then a strange look came upon the demon’s face.
“What are you doing?” he asked letting go of Sam and stumbling backwards. His hands flew up to grasp his temples and then he started to go down but Sam reached out his hands to hold him up, grasping him under his arms and just holding him till the pain went away. His face had sunk down until his forehead leaned against Sam’s chest and Sam waited patiently for what he hoped was coming.
He hadn’t tried this yet. Not this. He had used his mind many times since Dean’s death to control demons, to force them into the traps he wanted them in, but this was something new, something he hoped would work. After several long moments he heard his name croaked out, “Sammy,” and the man he held in his arms looked up oh so slowly, staring him in the face with the most beautiful green eyes he’d ever seen.
“Dean?” he asked hopefully, not quite sure if he should even believe it himself.
But in the next moment his brother’s body was pressed up against him again and his lips had sought his again, but in a soft tender searching kiss, a kiss that gave as much as it took. His tongue stroking softly over the lip that his teeth had damaged a moment before, wanting desperately to take away the pain. “Sammy, my Sammy,” he whispered softly into the mouth.
Sam didn’t force him away and as the kiss broke they stayed pressed together, arms wrapped around each other foreheads touching, lips only a breath apart. Tears had started to poor down Sam’s cheeks and Dean’s own eyes were bright with heavy droplets clinging to the eyelashes. “Sam, how did you…” his words broke off unable to continue as emotions threatened to overwhelm him. He was there and he had control of his own body. He hadn’t had that even for a moment in the two months he had been back. Always riding around in his own body, pushed back to the farthest reaches of his own mind, just a passenger in a world of death and destruction, a world of his own making.
Sam pulled him even closer his lips pressed against the corner of his mouth, wanting desperately to pull his brother out of the pain he knew he must be feeling. “It’s only temporary, Dean. I’m using my mind to force your demon half back from your conscious mind, to allow you to take control. But I can’t hold onto it forever.”
Dean pulled his face away and he blinked several times looking at Sam. “You’re using your… Sam, no!”
Sam could see the fear in his brother. This was something they had argued over several times in the year before Dean went to hell. “Dean, no don’t worry about it. It’s not something evil. It doesn’t control me. I control it. I’ve been learning to control it ever since you left, hoping I could do this once the time came.”
Dean let go of him and backed up a few feet, just trying to work his mind around what Sam was saying. Then certain things clicked together. “You’ve been planning this ever since the day I died. My body, you didn’t burn it. You even went so far as to have it preserved like a mummy and placed in a tomb, because you knew I’d come back and try to possess it if I could.”
“I had to try, Dean. I couldn’t let you go,” Sam whispered. “And I knew that there was a chance that the real you would still be in there. I mean, look at Ruby. She controlled it. Her human side was still able to come through. Dean, I couldn’t not try. That would have killed me.”
Dean could hear the pleading in his brother’s voice and the pain but this still wasn’t what he’d wanted. “So you’d take me back even like I am now.” His voice was filled with disgust and Sam couldn’t stand to see the self-loathing in his brother.
“I can control it, Dean, until you figure out how to gain control for yourself. I know I can,” Sam argued, his voice hopeful.
“And what if you can’t?” Dean stared around the room they were in as if he was just seeing it for the first time. His face visibly paled but he went on. “Look at this, Sam. I’m a killer. I’ve killed nine of them already. What if you are next?”
“Dean, don’t say that. We can make it. We can manage. If you didn’t think so, you would have never made it so I could find you.” Sam had already guessed that Dean was somehow feeding his demon half directions on where to go.
There was a pause as if Dean didn’t want to say his next words but they finally slipped past his lips and he prayed his brother wouldn’t hate him for them. “You don’t get it, Sam. I did that so you could kill me. I knew if anyone could, it would be you.” The words were whispered and Dean didn’t look at him. He knew what kind of reaction to expect. Sam would not be happy about it.
Sam felt a wave of cold wash over him. How could Dean ever think he could kill him? “I can’t kill you, Dean, but not because I’m not able. Damnit, Dean, I won’t kill you. I promised to save you, and I’m gonna do it.”
“The only way you can save me is to kill me, Sam.” With that Dean gave his brother a pleading look, praying he’d accept what Dean knew was his only salvation.
It was Dean’s turn to be shocked, as Sam grabbed his shirt and spun them around with Dean against the wall. “Shut up, Dean. Just fucking shut up. You don’t have the right to ask that. I begged you to kill me, Dean, and you looked me right in the face and said you’d die first, well guess what, so would I.”
“That wasn’t you, Sammy. That was Meg speaking. This is me, Sam. Just me. I want you to kill me. I don’t want to live like that. It’s apart of me. You can’t exorcise it. I’m stuck with it forever,” Dean pleaded, his voice full of pain, and Sam could see how desperate his brother was but it didn’t matter. He didn’t care how selfish it made him. He wouldn’t live without Dean again. Never again!
He shook his head back and forth his hands gripping and releasing Dean’s shirt, not caring about the blood staining his hands. It didn’t matter. He didn’t care how many people had died and he didn’t care about the risk that there would be more. He wouldn’t let go of Dean. He couldn’t live without him. The only thing keeping him alive for the past six months was knowing that this moment would come. The moment he knew Dean would be back with him again. And he’d risk anything to keep him. “No!” It was simple, it was bitter, and it was final. Dean started to argue again but Sam gave him a look that warned him to go no further. “Shut up. We’ve gotta get out of here.”
And that’s all that was said as Sam yanked on Dean’s shirt pulling him from the cabin and shoving him into the drivers seat of the Impala and then further across the seat to the passenger side. He never took his hand from Dean’s shirt, as if letting him go would sever the control he had over him. He even started the car and put it into gear with his left hand, never letting go of the death grip he had on his brother.
Dean didn’t argue with him any further. The only time he had ever seen such dark determination in his brother’s eyes was on the night that he had killed Jake, the night that Dean had killed the yellow-eyed demon. That look had frightened Dean that night, and in a way it still did. But he wasn’t frightened for himself, but more for his brother. Sam was changing, but he was changing for Dean, to try to save him. So Dean would follow along for now, just to make sure that whatever was happening to his brother didn’t damage him in any way.
After several miles Dean licked his lips and attempted to speak. “Sam, you can let go of me. I’m not gonna jump out the door,” he said staring down at the hand that still gripped his shirt.
Sam looked at him for a moment as if he was gauging whether or not Dean would do just that. He knew the demon wouldn’t gain back control any time soon. Sam was sure of that. His mind control was very strong, and he knew he could hold it for hours if he had to. But Dean was a whole other story. The Dean that sat beside him was very much human. When he was in control of the body, Sam couldn’t stop his movements without force. But this was Dean. His brother knew that if he got away from Sam the demon side would reassert itself and he’d go back to killing, and Sam was sure Dean wouldn’t want that. So his hand loosened and his cramped fingers stretched out in the space between them trying to work out the stiffness that had begun to set in.
Dean saw his movements and couldn’t resist taking the hand between his and massaging the fingers, trying to offer a little comfort. “Sam, what are we gonna do now?” Dean hated having to ask. He had always been the one in control, the strong one. Now Sam held all the cards and Dean didn’t know what to do.
Sam glanced at him for a moment and then back at the road. He hadn’t exactly known what to expect from Dean once he was back. Not the Dean that was his brother at least. He’d literally been through hell, and hell had won out, had broken him and turned him into something he didn’t want to be. And he could see the fear in his brother’s eyes. Not exactly Dean anymore, at least not the Dean he had grown accustomed to leaning on. So he’d have to be the strong one. He could do that. He had been doing it for months now, and he had done it when the Trickster was involved too, over a hundred Tuesdays and that ever-long Wednesday afterwards. Sam had been in control then, well as much as he could have. For Dean, he could do control again. “First we get as far away from here as we can, then we find a place to stay, then we go from there, keeping our heads low. There are gonna be a lot of hunters searching for blood.”
“And after that? It isn’t like you can keep me like this forever. The demon will surface again,” Dean pointed out.
“I already got that covered. Just leave it to me, okay.” Sam knew that normally a statement like that would garner him some serious yelling from Dean, but he just nodded and sunk back into the seat, letting his head rest against it as he stared out the window. He hadn’t let go of Sam’s fingers and Sam wasn’t about to pull away. Feeling his brother’s warm hand against his was just too much to resist.
They drove for several hours and as time floated by Sam began to feel the pressure in his forehead, the pressure that was always present if he’d been overusing his powers. It would soon become a dull ache and then eventually a full blown raging migraine if he let it go too far. He knew he had maybe three more hours left till it became too much to stand. He pulled off at the next exit and made his way to the nearest hotel. It was only early afternoon and he somehow expected Dean to complain about not going farther but there was no complaint, just quiet acceptance. This made Sam sigh slightly but he did not comment.
His range on this ability was around a few hundred feet and seeing as Dean was covered in blood Sam rinsed his hands in a puddle next to the Impala and then went into the office alone but he could feel Dean’s gaze on his back. It would be some time before he managed to get out of Dean’s sight again. But that was fine. He didn’t want to lose sight of his brother anytime soon either.
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