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Sam nodded. “If we can find it, we can help him. I think even a part of his grace would help a lot, restore him to some of his old power. Might also help fight the demon blood in him. That’s good Dean, promising.”

Sam frowned. “An angel? If she was worried about Cas than perhaps she is his friend, she may be able to help. We can try praying to her once we find Cas. If she’s hostile... well, we have an angel blade.” Sam wasn’t particularly fond of angels, their friend being an exception, of course. 

He couldn't help the growing sickness on his stomach. What was wrong with him? What the hell had he buried inside him for all these to come out when he was a demon? What the hell was actually wrong with him? Clearing his throat he nodded. “Yeah. I cannot say clearly. I remember what is more recent and things keep coming up” he mumbled. If the angel was about to kill him, he wouldn't give a single fuck. She had every right to want to kill him. What he had done was nothing but cruel. He wasn't sure if he was ready to face Cas in the state he would have been.

“No matter what, we'll have to stop for food at some point. You need something. I won't let you to freaking pass out on me” he said rolling his eyes. “You look terrible”. He had crossed the speed limit a long time ago but he didn't mind. The only thing on his mind was to get to the place as fast as possible. “Tell me when something weird comes up. With the whole deal with the blood.”

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Sam got in the car quickly and eyed Dean worriedly as they drove off. His brother looked miserable and there wasn’t much he could say to make him feel better. Asking question may only be dragging nasty memories up, but Sam had to be prepared. 

“Can you remember anything about his grace? I think you mentioned something about having a way of keeping him alive? And did something happen to you in the motel room when I was out? Your shirt was torn and there was blood, but I don’t understand how you could’ve done it yourself.”

Dean took a deep breath, trying to take in Sam's questions. Nothing really difficult to answer but only the mention of his friend was something that hurt the most. “I don't... I am not sure. I just think I planned to murder every single angel to take their grace and give it to him. I think I have a part of his grace somewhere hidden on the same house. The bastard that had it was sick as fuck” he groaned. Driving a little faster, he let his instinct lead him. He hadn't been exact sure where the place was but as time passes that sure he was being.

“I... I had called for angels help. This angel, the weirdo. Hannah. She came to ask what happened to Cas. She didn't like my answer”. The rest was something he didn't need to say. It was obvious. “She was worried or something. She promised to kill me when this was done”. Not that he blamed her.

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Sam frowned. Did Dean really imply he should keep drinking demon bloodto ‘come down slowly’? Dean, who had once said he’d rather have him dead that a ‘monster’? Of course, a lot had happened in between. They’d both done horrible things. 

Jesus, that poor woman. He probably had given her a trauma for life. What would his brother think of him if he knew about that? Didn’t matter, he never will know. That was a secret Sam would gladly take to his grave and beyond if necessary. 

“I’ve done it cold turkey twice already, I’ll be fine,” he said. Maybe, if he was lucky, Dean would be with him this time. That would be nice. 

“Let’s get Cas, don’t worry about me.” Their friend was a priority. If something bad were to happen to him, well, something worse, he knew that Dean would never forgive himself.

He wouldn't handle losing Sam. If Sam was about to suffer because of him, he'd do anything for it to be easier. Because this time, he had dragged his little brother to this mess. Groaning as he rubbed his face he nodded. He wouldn't insist to that matter. Not any more.

Cas was their priority indeed. He could recall the angel crying in pain as he practically poisoned him with his blood. He didn't dare to tell this to Sam. To explain everything he had done to their friend. If Cas was gone, he didn't know what he could do. Those close to him always died but killing then himself?

Getting into the car, hoping to the driver's seat, he started the machine. He had missed to drive his Baby but right now he couldn't enjoy anything. He could kept remembering everything he had done and those were overwhelming. All those people he had killed. Nothing could wash away what he had done because he was still himself. A part of him was still in there.

Waiting for Sam to get in, he started the car. He didn't know if he even wanted to put any music. Everything felt off.

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//I won't be online until Friday, June 26 which I am done with my exams. I'll be free from any studying from that point so I'll get to drafts/starters/memes and fix my theme, tracker. I know I haven’t been much active here. I had lost my interest in the fandom and Dean and focused on another character from another show. But I’ve grown since that time and I have been developing. I am trying to get back on my muse and I hope I’ll soon have everything set up and reply to ALL of you. Thanks for your patience. Until then, see ya! Plus Ultra!

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Sam nodded. He’d agree to almost anything right now so big was his relief. He could still barely belief he had done it: he had saved his brother. Yes, The Mark of Cain was still there and would remain a problem and Cas’ faith was uncertain, but he was going to take one victory at a time and he’d damn well enjoy it.

“Don’t push yourself too hard either. We don’t know what kind of toll the ritual took on you, If you’ll need to stop and rest, that’s what we’ll do.”

He quickly started to gather their stuff. Cas’ situation was time sensitive after all and he knew he himself barely had 48 hours until the withdrawal would kick in really bad.

This could not be real. As more clear his memories were, that much sick he felt of himself. What he had done in hell out of desperation years back seemed nothing in front of the cruelty he had shown to his brother, his friend, and all those innocent people. Being a demon didn’t make anything more easy to take. 

He simply nodded, taking the keys of the car. “I am fine ” he mumbled. He had to be fine if they wanted to save what was left from Cas. If there was anything left. He didn’t exactly remember where the house was but he was pretty certain that when they were in the area and as much time passed, that much he’d remember. He hoped.

Patting his brother’s shoulder, he could remember what had happened between them. The passion, the kiss. The only moment of joy that he could recall. A sigh left his lips, feeling sick of himself. All those emotions had been threatening to come out all those years and he had ruined it all. He doubted he would be able to take anything back. What would their father say? “We’ll have to deal with the withdrawal symptoms as long as they kick. You’ll tell me when you start feeling sick. We can’t risk for you to be in so much pain. We’ll have to stop the dose slowly”. The last thing he wanted was Sam’s body not to withstand the effects of not taking his blood. As much as he hated it, they didn’t know how strong his blood had been and if his brother would make it at one piece.

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Sam helped him stand.

“You don’t know that. Cas has gotten through worse, don’t write him off yet.”

“Dean, you can barely stand up on your own, we’ll go together. I’m fine, just need some food and caffeine. I finally have you back, you really think I’m gonna let you go off alone?” 

He made to grab his things so they could go, but then allowed a moment for his emotions and crushed Dean against his body in a life-affirming embrace.

Dean didn't know what to say. He didn't know how to feel after what he had done as a demon. There were things that he couldn't simply move on from. He had put Cas through all this pain and what he had done to Sam... He wished he could forget.

Being pulled to Sammy's arms, he let himself hold back for a moment. “Alright. We'll stop at the nearest restaurant to get something to eat and a few coffees” he said, only pulling back after a while. The clothes he was wearing... He could recall being dumbed in blood and magically being suddenly clean. He had no other clothes. Sighing, he looked away, groaning as he rubbed his forehead. What the hell had happened.

“Alright. You don't drive in that state, you hear me?” he mumbled.

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Sam was incredibly relieved, but it wasn’t time for celebrating yet. 

“Dean, do you remember anything? It is very important you concentrate. Try to remember: where is Cas?” he said urgently, starting to unlock the homemade shackles and unwind the rope around Dean’s extremities.

Dean sighed. Groaning once his hands were free, he tried to focus. He remembered where Cas was. His head hurt to think about what he had done. This was too much to handle. He didn't want to imagine the state Cas would be.

“I remember a few things. But they are random. Cas is in a secret room at the house I had you.” he said, staring up at Sam. Rubbing his forehead he didn't know what to say. Standing up, he grabbed his brother holding him tight. There weren't words. He couldn't apologize enough. “I... I gave him my blood” he said, pulling back. “I probably killed him” he said, feeling sick. “You need rest. I'll go”

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When he heard his brother’s voice, his head shot up and he blinked at him. 

“Dean?” he said, barely daring to believe it had worked. His brother’s eyes were green and his voice was gentle, but of course, the demon could just have been messing with him. 

“How do you feel?” 

He got up from the bed and grabbed the holy water, then splashed it over Dean’s arm with a quick move, then said ‘Christo’, watching his brother’s eyes for any sign of black.

Dean saw as Sam stood up and closed his eyes when he was splashed with holy water. “Wet for sure” he said, still his eyes on Sammy. “Confused 'cause I fucking remember dying.” he added.

No, Sam hadn't made a deal. Seeing the syringes and the few memories of being in pain as the blood was injected on him, he could already tell had happened.

He had done this. He had done all this to Sammy. Taking a deep breath, he bit his lip, eyes back on the ceiling. “I was a demon, wasn't I?” he said. How cruel had he been? What had he done. As the memories start to get more clear that much he felt like he was going to lose it.

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With every injection it was getting more obvious they were really hurting Dean, but he kept eerily quiet, which only added to Sam’s anxiety. With the blood supply dwindling, Sam started to draw his own blood, alternating the syringes with his blood and that of the girl. 

He was tired and hungry and was starting to feel both the effects of blood loss and demon blood withdrawal: he was sweating, shivering and dizzy.  

When Dean suddenly grew limp, Sam sat on the bed and took hold of his hand anxiously.

“Come on, Dean, fight. I know you can. You’ve got to come back to me.” At that point there were tears rolling down his cheeks. “It’s us against the world, remember? I love you.”

Dean could feel getting back to his senses. His eyes were black and they started to get clear. Blinking he tried to get in his surroundings. His body didn't hurt anymore. He had memories of what had happened but they were blurry. It felt like he woke up from an awful nightmare.

Staring at Sam, he shook his arms to check if his hands were tied. What the hell had happened? “Sammy?” he said in a confused tone, seeing his brother in tears making him tense. “Hey, what's wrong?” he asked.

He couldn't adjust. There were pieces of what had happened on his head but he couldn't take everything in yet. What mattered was that he was tied and Sam was next to him in a broken state. He had died. He was sure about that. What had he done?

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Sam was incredibly attuned to his brother, so he immediately noticed the reaction to the second syringe of blood. At least it was doing something, he thought, even if it was no indication if it was doing what Sam wanted it to do.

He continued the process: grab a syringe, find a vein, inject, retreat, wait. He was tired and weary, worried about Dean, worried about Cas, but this was all he could do right now, so that’s what he did.

Every new injection of blood hurt more than the previous one. He couldn't feel anything of his human self still, but the pain was blinding to the point that he wanted to scream. It was a burning feeling from the inside. His anger was only rising at the thought that Sam was torturing him and had no guilt for that fact in order to turn him back to his human self.

Laying there in silence, trying to handle the pain, he passed out at one point, his body fighting to heal but the human blood on his veins didn't allow it.

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“You know there’s darkness inside you.”

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Sam kept tinkering with the iron, while occasionally trowing glances at Dean. 

It took him some time to fix them up as he only had some rudimentary tools. Once he did, he fastened them over Deans wrists and ankles, a chain connecting them. He also injected Dean with the next dose.

All he could do then was wait. The blood should be injected roughly once an hour. 

Sam sat down on a chair, looking at Dean. He was tired, a tension headache starting to brew behind his eyes.

No matter how he tried not to show it, the second injection had made him feel something. Not any human emotion but pain. As the human blood was on his veins, he could feel a growing pain inside him. Making a small groan, he tried to move slightly but he couldn't. This was going to make the next hours feel like hell.

He sighed softly not in the mood to say anything. He wasn't up to make a joke or say dirty things to Sammy to make him feel disgusted or horny. He wanted to be over with it. As long as he was tied that mad he was starting to get.

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“Charming,” Sam mumbled, then spoke the words of the spell and dabbing an alcohol wipe over the inside of Dean’s elbow, then finding a vein, injected the entirety of the syringe.

He retreated, watching his brother’s reaction.

He got the iron out of his bag and started to carve devil traps in it, creating makeshift shackles. He kept an eye on Dean, but he was a little less anxious now that he was sure his brother was staying put.

At the first injection, Dean didn't feel anything. He didn't talk, he didn't try to pull away. It didn't matter for now. He'd have to be patient for when his time would come and he'd take revenge for this. Right now, it was pointless to try anything. Sam had the upper hand. If he realized that early enough, that early and easy he'd make him pay.

Eyes on the ceiling, a bored expression on his face. No, nothing felt different. Maybe the first injection wouldn't change anything. Maybe be was right and the cure wouldn't work on him. He'd he lucky if such a thing was true.

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As Sam stepped into the room, tense and on edge, his first feeling was relief upon seeing Dean still on the bed and still tied up. It turned to surprise when he noticed the rip in his shirt and the drying blood.

He eyed his brother wearily. “What did you do?” he asked, approaching Dean carefully, one hand on his knife.

Sam checked the bindings again and only when he was convinced they still held did he focus on other things.

He first drew a circle of salt around the bed. Then he filled a few bottles of water and blessed them. He set his demon killing knife, the bottles of holy water, salt and the syringes full of blood on the table within arms reach.

Using his phone, he accessed the data in his cloud storage and looked up the ritual he had used to try to cure Crowley.

“Why don’t you suck me dick?” was the only reply Dean gave. He hated the fact that he had lost. He had lost to his human brother. No. It wasn’t just that he had trusted Sammy. He should have expected for this to happen since the little one was drinking his blood. Sammy wouldn’t have the power to tie him if his blood hadn’t started to work.

“Once I get out of here, I’ll make sure that the first thing I am going to do is to rip your heart out of your chest” he sighed. He wasn’t laughing anymore. He wasn’t joking. He looked at his little brother, being dead serious. Eyeing the syringe. This wasn’t going to be his end. Even if Sam healed him, if it worked, he’d die again. He’d turn to a demon again and get rid of him. 

He remained silent since that point. His attempts to scare Sam hadn’t worked anyway. He wasn’t giving up. He was being smart. If he turned back human, finding out about what he had done... The people he had murdered. Cas. Sam. Kissing Sam. He was in the edge to stop the pain a lot of times. This time would be easier. His human self would find it easy to kill himself and he’d wait for that time.

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Sam all but ran to the car. His hands were shaking and the he was taking harsh breaths. All the emotions he had held tightly wound in front of Dean threatened to come out, but he had to hold on, had to remain calm, or at least appear that way. The last thing he needed was to look like an addict when he was going to buy syringes for fuckssake! ‘But you are an addict’ a voice in the back of his head piped up. He squashed it. 

At Wallmart he got himself chains and locks, something sturdier to keep his brother tied. He also got salt and a rosary so he could bless some water: better to be prepared. 

At the pharmacy he managed to get the syringes, despite the long stare he got and a skeptical look at his falsified papers. 

There was another issue. He wasn’t sure how well his blood would work. It was mostly human, yes, but it was also tainted, always would be, but now even more with how much of Dean’s blood he had consumed. Fresh human blood would be a safer bet and wouldn’t leave him dizzy and weak from blood loss.

But there was no way he had the time and opportunity to find and break into a blood bank right now.

There was of course another option… which did not bare thinking about, yet… He couldn’t kill Dean, physically it didn’t seem possible (and honestly, Sam was glad he did not have that option), so it was either cure him or let him run free. Letting him run free would mean carnage: countless people would die, Sam needed to get this right. 

He hesitated. What he thought of doing was fucking terrible, but for Dean, he’d do anything. The impala had all the tools necessary. It was getting late. 

Sam made a decision. 

He found a bar, mostly office buildings around it, a convenient alley to the side. where he parked his car. He waited. Scouted a girl coming out. Alone, clearly tipsy, a bit young, a bit trashy. He made his move. He said hi, told her he was considering checking out that bar, asked if it was fun and if so if she knew where he could put his car. You see it was very expensive and special to him, been passed on from his dad, he didn’t want it damaged. He flirted a little, put just enough sincerity in. He didn’t even have to insist, she asked to see the car.

Overpowering her was much easier than it should have been. The right grip and she passed right out in his arms. Then handcuffs and gag. Lay her on the backseat. Drive her to a deserted place. Terrified eyes staring at him as she came to. Terror of someone knowing they are about to die, he knew it well, but usually not directed at him. 

He told her all he was going to do was take some of her blood. Of course she didn’t believe him, but he still had to say it for his own frame of mind. He was careful, but the first pricks still went astray as she struggled. Eventually she stopped, realizing she was hurting herself. He tapped at much as he could without putting her in mortal danger and it was clear she was getting weak and woozy, no longer fighting him. 

Done, he brought her back to the bar and left her in the alleyway, uncuffing her and getting the hell out of there before he took off the gag and started screaming for help.

He allowed himself to sob behind the wheel on his way back to the motel, but his face was determined again when he got back.

He walked back into the room 5 hours after he had left it.

Dean was left tied, not sure what he could do like this. He felt horrible. He had lost because of his trust towards Sammy. His love and trust was what made him so miserable as human and his trust was what led him to turn to this. Like a damn mouse who had been caught in a trap.

All those years of pain and disappointment weren't worth anything in the end. His little brother would always leave him alone. He would always judge him, he would always tell him he wasn't enough. That he had been wrong, that he had let him down. Nothing was enough for Sam to accept him. Nothing he would do would make the little one proud. Happy or grateful. Their own father which had him for his favorite son had realized that early. ‘Kill him’ he had said, and those were the most wise words he had ever told him.

Sammy was toxic, and Dean had to realize that. Now, or never. When he'd have his hands free, he'd make sure that the first thing he'd do, was to put an end to this parody.

His call for an angel to appear had seemed pointless at first. Until a beautiful blue-eyed woman appeared in front of him, and he knew he had a chance to get free. He knew her. Hannah, wasn't it? A friend of Cas.

A lot of questions were made by her side for answers she didn't really want to know. Where Cas was and the reason she couldn't find him. Why Cas didn't answer her calls and the reason he had disappeared when he was looking for Dean. She could see through his lies and no matter how bad he tried, he couldn't make a deal with her. She was smarter than he had thought.

She moved to grab Castiel's phone from his pocket, and with that her angel blade got out. Grateful she was going to cut the rope, instead she used the blade to slice his chest. ‘You should have died.’ So she had fallen for Cas. How sweet, but so pathetic. She wanted revenge but she couldn't kill him. She couldn't make him suffer as she would have wished.

Dean only groaned in pain and the realization that he was quickly healing, disappointed her. Keeping Castiel's phone, she took a few steps back. She sat down and stayed there to watch over Dean. She said she wanted to make sure that Sam's plan would work and he'd be able to cure him, so she could properly torture him later.

He couldn't even make an attempt to make the rope a little looser. His plan to escape had turned against him.

When they both heard the car parking, she sighed softly, as she stood up, disappearing in seconds, leaving Dean with a ripped and bloody shirt and a healed wound.

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