Supernatural Fan Fiction ❯ Hell Can Be Home Too ❯ Chapter 4

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Chapter 4

 

Dean watched Sam as he set out the food, studying his baby brother closely. He accepted that this was Sam, despite him now being a demon, and he was trying to pick out the differences in Sam. After all they had been apart for many years...at least he thought they had. Sam didn't look older and shouldn't he if Dean had been dead for years? He got out of bed and walked over to Sam, sitting down to share breakfast.

 

“You going to stare or ask Dean?” Sam finally spoke up after they'd eaten and Dean shrugged.

 

“Just thinking thins over.” He said and Sam sighed.

 

“Dean you can ask me anything, I won't hide anything.” Sam told him and Dean nodded.

 

“How long have I been here...in hell.”

 

“Hell time or topside? Hell time....about thirty three years, give or take I guess, time isn't exactly measure the same here. It also runs quicker than in the real world. Up there, it's been a bit over three months. I've been here just over a month.”

 

“What happens now? I know you leave, mostly when I'm asleep...where do you go?” Dean asked and Sam sighed, closing his eyes.

 

“I go out there Dean, out into the rest of hell. I am technically in charge down here after all. I make sure the demons are doing what they're meant to, keep an eye on who's going out, what they do and why... ordered them not to go around killing people for fun, told them it's to keep hunters off their backs but...I can't stop them totally but I can keep the body count down. After...after Meg did...I punished the others by making them let the souls off the racks for a while. I can't free those souls or order them not to be tortured but I can try to make things a bit better.” Sam explained softly, begging Dean to understand and accept what he'd done. Dean wasn't stupid, if Sam had ordered no killing or possessing people at all or for the souls in hell to be left alone...no matter how powerful his brother had become if every demon ganged up on him he'd be in trouble.

 

“Can...could you go topside?” Dean asked and Sam smiled softly.

 

“Yes, I walked in here Dean, this is my body. I can leave, run the risk of a coupe if I do though and...you're not a demon Dean, you're body was ripped to shreds...you can't leave and I'm not leaving without you.” Sam told him and Dean found himself relaxing at the knowledge Sam would stay as long as Dean was unable to leave. But what Sam had said...did that mean Dean could leave if he was a demon? But to become one of those black eyed things he'd hunted? Then he noticed that Sam wasn't looking at him.

 

“Sammy? What is it? Is something wrong?” Dean asked nervously and Sam stood up to pace.

“Sam you're scaring me here.” Dean pushed and Sam walked over to sit on the bed, motioning for Dean to join him. Dean got up and sat beside Sam, not fighting the arms that gently wrapped around him.

“Sammy?” he asked softly, curling into Sam's side for comfort.

 

“You're not a demon Dean...yet.” the last bit was barely audible but Dean heard it and went rigid in Sam's embrace.

 

“No...I can't.” He argued feebly and Sam kissed the top of his head.

 

“It's inevitable Dean. Remember what we learnt months before you died? Demons were human once. You won't be like the ones we hunted Dean, I promise you that. They end up like that because they're broken, twisted by torture and anger and the need for revenge. You'll still be you Dean, memories and feelings all intact, like me. Not as powerful as me obviously but a lot closer than any of the others. You're...it's already happening Dean, I can feel it. The changes are tiny, unnoticeable for now but not even I can stop it.” Sam explained gently, trying to assure Dean that he would be okay.

 

“Promise?” Came the broken question and Sam felt a few tears fall into Dean's hair. He held Dean close, wrapping himself around Dean as if he could protect Dean from the truth but he couldn't.

 

“Promise. I'll help you adjust Dean; teach you how to control your powers so you don't accidentally hurt yourself or someone else.” Sam promised quietly and Dean slowly relaxed in his embrace, letting the comfort soak into him.

 

“How long will it take till I'm...” Dean asked and Sam lay back on the bed, bringing Dean with him.

 

“Depends. Left alone, maybe a century, hell-time. Accelerated, depending on how much then anywhere from a decade to four decades.” Sam explained.

 

“Accelerate how?” Dean asked, fighting to keep the tremor out of his voice and Sam smiled at him, kissing his forehead. Dean moved so his head rested over Sam's heart. Sammy had always loved touching but it seemed to have increased in hell, not something he would have expected.

 

“Nothing bad Dean. You knowing about and accepting the change will speed it up a bit. I can help it by um....if you drink some of my blood and I use my powers around you more. Plus there's the whole sins thing, so eat as much as you want, be lazy all that sort of stuff will help. That's if you want to speed it up.” Sam explained and Dean nodded against his chest.

 

“It would be better if I did, wouldn't it? I'm a liability, any demon wants to hurt you they hurt me.” Dean said and Sam tightened his grip.

 

“Not happening, I've warded this place so tight no one else can get in.” Sam growled and Dean reached out to pat his arm.

 

“Figured you would Sammy. But I still don't want you to be at risk cause of me. So I guess we're speeding things up.” Dean told him firmly and Sam nodded sadly.

“Don't you want me to...”

 

“It's not that Dean. I know you don't want to be a demon at all and now you're saying speed it up for me?” Sam answered and Dean smiled, pushing up on one elbow so he could stare down at Sam.

 

“Not just for you Sammy, for both of us.” Dean reassured him and Sam's smile brightened.

 

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Dean laughed as Sam telekinetically juggled spoons. This was not what he'd thought would happen when Sam had said he should use his powers around Dean. So far the changes had sped up enough that he'd be a demon in about thirty to forty years...they'd done pretty much everything except have Dena ingest some of Sam's blood. Dean could feel the changes now and it was a little scary but Sam was always there for him, helping him accept what was happening and that made it a lot better.

 

One thing Dean found confusing was the way he found himself watching Sam for the last year. He'd always been hyper aware of his brother, he had to be to look after Sam and when they watched each other's backs on a hunt but this was different. Sam had changed since accepting his demonic blood but from Dean's point of view none of the changes were bad. He was a lot more touchy feely when it came to Dean but he couldn't blame Sam for that since he was the same way, they'd been apart too long to not want to make sure the other was actually there through touch. And it had been those gently touches that had helped Dean realise Sam was real. What had made him stop and think was the way his body had started reacting when ever Sam was close. It had been uncomfortable at first, after all they were brothers but they were also demons, well one demon and one human soul on the way to becoming a demon. Not like he could go to hell for incestuous thoughts...in fact they were probably helping speed his transformation. Now the only question was, did he have the courage to one day act on those feelings and risk alienating Sam forever or did he let things stay as they were.

 

Sam could feel the changes in the way Dean looked at him and it made his heart race to know Dean was feeling it too. To think that it was possible that Dean could return the feelings Sam had suppressed as a teenager...it was a dream come true. Plus it would push Dean's transformation. But how to show Dean that what they felt was okay?

 

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Sam was ready to pull his hair out, eight months and Dean was still watching him when he thought Sam wouldn't notice but he hadn't made a move! Unless...maybe he wanted Sam to make the first move? But that didn't fit with the way Dean usually operated...of course those were strangers in bars for a one night stand and not his baby brother so maybe...

 

Sam walked up behind Dean and wrapped his arms around his waist, smiling as Dean relaxed into his hold where once he would have yelled for Sam to stop being a girl. Taking a deep breath and mentally crossing his fingers, Sam lowered his head and began to gently kiss Dean's neck. He felt Dean freeze but he kept going, gently rubbing Dean's sides and stomach with his hands and gradually Dean relaxed again, his head going back to rest on Sam's shoulder. Sam risked a glance and smiled as he saw Dean's eyes were closed and his face relaxed. Sam stopped kissing and turned Dean around so they were face to face. Green eyes opened slowly, as if Dean was worried about what he'd find and Sam took the opportunity to lean in and gently press their lips together. He pulled back to find wide green eyes focused on him.

 

“Sammy?” Dean breathed and Sam smiled, cupping Dean's face in his hands.

 

“Please Dean, want you, love you.” Sam whispered and Dean smiled, not his old grin that hid what he was feeling but the true smile Sam had seen more of in hell than he had on earth. Dean reached out hesitantly and Sam stayed still, waiting to see what he'd do. Taking his stillness for acceptance Dean moved more boldly and buried one hand in the hair at the nape of Sam's neck while the other went to Sam's hip. Dean pulled Sam down and into another, more passionate kiss and Sam let him do what he wanted. Sam pulled back to let Dean breath and his older brother actually whimpered slightly at the loss of contact, making Sam smile again. His smile turned cheeky and he swept Dean up into his arms, earning him a startled yelp as Dean clung to him in surprise. He grinned and Dean rolled his eyes but let Sam do what he wanted.

 

Sam lowered Dean to the bed and climbed on after him, hovering over Dean and taking a good look at him, memorising every freckle and scar that he could see around the clothing. He leant in to kiss Dean again, moving one hand up and under Dean's shirt to map the muscles on his stomach. Dean shivered, raising his own arms to hold Sam closer, needing more contact.

 

“Shirt off.” Dean demanded when they parted and Sam stared at him.

 

“You sure?” Sam whispered and Dean nodded, making Sam smile. His eyes flashed yellow and their shirts disappeared.

 

“Cheat.” Dean grumbled but then his hands were on the revealed skin, mapping out areas he only used to touch when Sam needed bandaging. He arched under Sam's gentle yet arousing touches, reciprocating as much as he could. Where had Sammy learnt this! Maybe he should have gone to college too if this was the sort of thing they taught.

 

“Thinking too much.” Sam whispered and nipped Dean's throat, making him groan.

 

“Sammy.” Dean panted out, clinging to the demon. And there was no denying Sam was a demon now, Dean could feel the fangs as Sam gently nipped at his skin and having lust and love filled yellow eyes locked onto him was incredible.

 

“Gonna take care of you Dean.” Sam whispered and began nipping and kissing his way down Dean's body towards his pants. Sam put his hands on the zipper and then looked at Dean for permission. Dean didn't even think about it, he nodded and lifted his hips to make it easier for Sam to pull them off. Of course Sam managed to remove jeans and boxers in one go and Dean blushed as Sam's hungry gave devoured his naked form. Sam looked up and his gaze softened.

“Perfect.” He told Dean with a smile and Dean smiled back at him, relieved that Sam found him attractive, scars and all. After that thinking became impossible as the wet heat of Sam's mouth encased him. Dean was babbling incoherently as Sam sucked and teased him, so when bloody fingers slipped into his mouth he thought nothing off and started licking them. As he swallowed Sam's blood everything intensified and he arched up, making Sam pull back a bit to keep from being choked. Sam slipped him some more blood and Dean came with a cry of Sam's name and then lay boneless on the bed. Sam grinned and moved up to lay beside him, pulling Dean into his arms.

 

“Sammy? Need to...” Dean tried to move a hand to Sam's belt but Sam stopped him, kissing Dean gently.

 

“It's okay Dean, just rest.” Sam whispered smiling as he felt the changes inside of Dean. Dean mumbled sleepily and then went still in Sam's arms as much to Sam's surprise he completed the change. Dean was now a demon.

 

TBC...