#halfdemon!sam

[womanoflettersinthebunker]

The worst part was, John had a pretty good idea about where the Colt was.

"If you know which hunter has it, let's go to them and get it." Sam said, straightening up and rolling his shoulders back. "Lets go now."

John didn't move, staring at him apprehensively. "Are you going to kill them?"

"If they don't give it to me within ten seconds of my asking, yes." Sam said with a nod. "And I have a feeling that they won't just give it up."

"You can't just kill them." John stressed to him. "You can't just go around killing anyone that disagrees with you."

Sam just shot him an unamused look. "And if this hunter being dead or alive is what stands between you and my mom meeting, are you still going to advocate for them to live?"

John flinched at that, staring at Sam a bit helplessly. He knew that answer, he knew it down to his bones. But saying it loud? Agreeing with Sam?

That was crossing a line that he wasn't sure that he was ready to cross. And if he crossed that, he wasn't sure that he could easily come back from it.

"By the way, I see the way you look at me." Sam told him. "I see the disdain in your eyes and I know you're torn, why I don't know and don't care. I've done, what you consider, horrible things. I've killed and tortured and maimed, and I don't plan on stopping. Because everything I do?" he disappeared and suddenly reappeared in front of John, leaning in close to him and letting his eyes flick to black making John tense up, pushing down his instinct to strike back against him.

"Everything I do is for my family." Sam told him. "I don't care what I have to do or who I have to hurt, if it means that my family will be safe? I'll do it all with a smile on my face."

Before John could even blink Sam disappeared and reappeared against the wall next to the door.

"That's the difference between you and me, I'm willing to do anything for my family. You'll toss them into the wild." Sam told him, crossing his arms over his chest.

John refused to flinch back at his words. "What do I have to do to show you that I regret that? That I would do anything to just...not even be a family again but get into your good graces?"

"I really don't think there's anything you can do." Sam told him honestly. "Dean wants you dead and so do I. Not much you can do to change our minds."

"You don't even know me." John shot at him. "You weren't even born when everything happened."

"And yet everything I've said you haven't denied, meaning that it's true." Sam shot back at him. "Now, back to the Colt."

John breathed out slowly. "The hunter who has it isn't going to just hand it over-"

"Hence killing him and taking the Colt."

"-we're not killing him."

Sam raised an eyebrow at him. "Alright, so we'll play by your rules. How are we going to get the Colt from him?"

"Well I don't recommend stealing because he'll have his place trapped to high hell." John said. "So that leaves talking to him."

"Talking. Nice." Sam said, rolling his eyes. "And if he says no, regardless of what you say?"

"We'll figure it out when it happens." John told him, not sure himself. He had a feeling Elkins was going to say no, if he would even talk to him at all. "But killing him is not on the table."

Sam just smirked at him and John had a sinking feeling that the kid wasn't going to listen to him.

"So which hunter is it?" Sam asked. "I can get there immediately."

"How about I go to sleep and go out first thing in the morning." John retorted. "Because I don't know about you, but I need to go to sleep for at least four hours."

Sam snorted at that, muttering something under his breath about humans. He looked around the room, moving his jaw from side to side as he thought.

"Fine." he said, pushing away from the wall. "Have your sleep, Sleeping Beauty. But then you go to that hunter and I'll meet you there."

"And how will you know where to go?" John asked.

Sam just smirked once more. "How do you think I keep finding you?" he asked before he disappeared, leaving John alone in the room once more, lost in his thoughts.

[controloffandoms]

(Part 2) Part 1

True to your word, you were back the next day around the same time. This time as you popped in, you stumbled slightly, Castiel keeping you from completely falling over. “Winchesters, Cassie, Jackie, how goes it,” you laughed but ended up going into a coughing fit. 

“What happened,” Cas asked gruffly. 

“Oh nothing too bad. I mean, I got all of the hell hounds sent after me. The angels on Luci’s pay roll were the hardest part. Let’s just say I found a new power of mine that I love because it obliterated every supernatural being within a two mile radius,” you stated. 

“Angels on his pay roll?”

“You know, angels that want Lucifer to rule Heaven since dear old daddy is gone,” you replied and pushed off Castiel. You stumbled slightly to the table and sat down, grabbing the bottle of whiskey from Dean’s side of the table, the man just raising an eyebrow at you.

“You’re saying that Lucifer has followers in Heaven,” Sam asked.

“Yep. I’m guessing a lot of them considering there were twenty angels after me today and he’d know better than to send most of his angels to take care of little me,” you groaned as your back hit the chair and took a huge gulp of whisky, slightly coughing at the burn that went down your throat.

You didn’t bat an eye when you felt fingers touch your back and you smiled as you felt the connection with Jack again. “Come of these worsened the ones I could not fix yesterday. Castiel, could you finish healing her, I have no more ‘juice’ as Dean calls it,” Jack asked, sitting next to you. 

You felt Cas put two fingers to your head but you didn’t feel the same connection that you had with Jack. “So, have you decided you wanted my help of not?”

“Well, since you’re a magnent for Lucifer to send his men after, maybe you can be a magnent to get Lucifer out in the open,” Dean stated.

“You mean you want me to be an archangel’s bitch,” you glared.

“It is out best shot at getting Lucifer topside,” Cas responded. 

“But that puts her in more danger,” Jack spoke. 

“It’s also our only shot,” Sam stated.

“No it is not, I could be bait. I am his son and he wants me too,” Jack argued.

“Absolutely not,” you automatically rounded on him. “Not only is that completely stupid, it could get you killed. If Luci knows he can’t get you on his side, he’d just as well kill you. Not to mention if he does end up getting near you, he’d zap his way back to Hell with you and eventually you would end up helping him. That is not going to happen. I’d rather him kill me than know that was what was going on in Hell. You are not going anywhere near him, am I clear,” you growled.

Jack and you were staring right into each other’s eyes. “I will not allow you to die at Lucifer’s hands.”

“I will not allow you to become Lucifer’s bitch,” you shot back.

“He will kill you,” Jack spoke softer.

You broke eye contact, “better me than any of you. The world can go on without me in it...but you are the forces of change. I’m just some abomination that can never do anything good for a long period of time. If he kills me, I’d consider it a blessing because, at least then, I wouldn’t be able to hurt anyone ever again.”

“No, you are good. You are trying to help us stop Lucifer. Dying will not help us to put order back into the world. You are not an abomination. You are part human and that makes you perfect. We can’t control our parentage, but we can control how we choose to act in the world, good or bad. We can figure something out, (Y/N).”

Dean cleared his throat and you looked up. “You two done? If we aren’t going with the half demon as bait, we need another plan,” he stated, getting up and going to grab something else. You could only guess it was more alcohol considering you had drunk all of the whiskey from the bottle you’d taken from him.

[ryumisadei]

When even halfdemons respect you....you made it sam..you made it

No one could handle this amount of goods, except HIM…

Bridget Express,  goal achiever!

[womanoflettersinthebunker]

Whatever they had been expecting, it wasn't to be served tea in Cains living room.

Sam looked around as Cain carried the tray to them. It was a simple lived in home, soft and comfortable. It was obvious that Cain had lived here for years, it had that set in feeling.

As Cain walked in Sam stood up, reaching to take the tray from him. He was the youngest, he should be serving. Cain shrugged him away, stepping closer to hand out the cups of tea himself. Sitting back down Sam accepted his cup with a nod of thanks, slowly sipping at it, sighing in slight pleasure at the taste of honey.

"I don't usually have guests." Cain said in his low voice, sitting across from them. "Especially not as some people like you."

"We wouldn't have come to bother you unless we had to." Dean said. He could feel his brother take a deep breath and when he took a swing of his tea Sam could feel his hand shaking.

"I figured as much." Cain's eyes went to Sam who had remained silent the entire time. "Samael, Dean. You two can talk freely, I don't care about hell's politics or rules."

Sam swallowed hard, aided by the tea. "My apology, I'm just not used to speaking to a higher position freely."

"I don't care about it, speak easy, I'm retired from punishing for those minuscule slights." Cain said. "Now speak."

"We've been instructed to bring you back to Hell, the Princes are calling you to return." Dean said, taking the lead despite Cains allowance. "You are to create more Knights to serve Hell."

Cain snorted at that, taking a drink and putting it down on the table. "So, are you two planning to use that gun on me if I refuse?" Cain asked, almost barely gesturing to Sam's jacket.

Immediately Sam opened his jacket and took out the Colt that was still covered in the cloth. He leaned forward and placed it on the table, closer to Cain than to them. "We didn't feel safe if we left it in the car. I apologize if that is perceived as a threat."

"A threat only works if the being you're threatening would be harmed." Cain told them. "That gun might kill me momentarily but I'll be brought back. Nothing can kill me. I've tried."

That...was something they wanted to know more of but had no right to ask about.

"If you don't come back to Hell with us, we don't know what they're going to do to our mother." Sam said quietly. "Mary Campbell, she's a direct line of Azazel and she's currently with him in Hell. He's the one that told us to bring you back."

"So you're here bothering me because you lack the power to strike back." Cain said, leaning back in his chair. "Or because you think you lack the power to strike back."

"What do you mean Knight?"

"Stop calling me that." Cain told them, the corner of his eye twitching slightly. "You two are stronger than you think, and the so called Princes know it too."

"We know we're strong, better than certain demons in a way." Dean said. "But we're nowhere near as strong as you say we are."

"Are you calling me a liar?"

"Of course not." Sam quickly said. "We just...we're not quite sure what you mean by that."

"Why do you think the Princes gave you these tasks? Tasks that even they weren't able to do?" Cain asked rhetorically. "Because they want you to fail. I sympathize with your situation with your mother, but that doesn't mean that I'm going to go with you. And they know that. They want you to come back empty handed so that they can kill you."

"We already figured that part out, but not like we could just say no." Dean said. "We already know that they want to kill us."

"But you don't get why." Cain stated. "I've heard about the both of you even from here. I know about you two. Now. Why do you think that they gave you two of these tasks that they know are to be failed?"

"Because they want to kill us, we've said this." Dean told him.

Cain nodded. "Now, why do they want to kill you?"

Sam and Dean shared a look at that. "We don't know." Sam finally said. "We obey the rules and we do as they say. We listen to them and we don't complain."

"So think, why would they want to kill you?"

Sam stared into the depths of his teacup, turning it between his hands. "Because...you think we're stronger than them?"

"I don't think, I know." Cain said, leaning forward to refill his cup. He gestured for them to hold their cups out and they obliged, letting him refill them. "And if there's one thing they don't like, it's when any being is stronger than them, they see it as a threat."

"But we just want to be left alone." Dean said. "We just want our mother and each other, we don't want to be a threat and we don't want to...do anything with any apparent power."

"And you think they care about that? About what you want?" Cain asked. "They don't give a damn. All they care about is that you're stronger than them and more importantly, you don't know it."

"Even if we are stronger than them, it doesn't mean anything." Sam said, shaking his head. "We're not about to go out and attack them. We can't."

"Because the only thing holding you back is fear." Cain said. "You're afraid of them therefore you won't ever strike back against them, that's all they have going for them."

Sam let out a small breath and brought his cup up, sipping the tea slowly, tightening his grip around it. "So what do we do?"

"You learn how to use the full extent of your powers and your beings, unless you do that and get over that fear, they'll strike you down the moment you return to hell." Cain said, staring at them. He watched them silently, only moving to take his tea and sip at it as he did. "You two smell of magic. What spells have you done?"

"Our mother was killed by a hunter a few years ago." Sam said. "We managed to find and conduct a spell to break into the Empty and take her soul back.

Cain's eyebrow twitched upwards. "Impressive." he said. "How did you power such a spell?"

"We used human souls, over two hundred ones." Dean said. "Spent a while to get them."

"What a hideous act." Cain said softly, his tone chilling them to the bone. "Is there anything you wouldn't do for your mother? For each other?"

There wasn't even another option for that kind of a question. "No." they said in unison. "Nothing."

"No, I suppose not." Cain murmured, watching them. He got up and walked over to the kitchen table where there was a mess of papers. He grabbed one and then a syringe from a cabinet. He inserted the needle into his arm and the two of them watched as he slowly drew blood from himself. He then took the vial and inserted it into a pen.

"Why don't you just make a cut and use that?" Sam asked, the both of them getting up and following him.

"To make a cut is an act of violence. I've sworn off all acts of violence." Cain said as he started to write something on a spare piece of paper. "No matter how big or small."

When he finished writing he folded the paper and handed it to Dean. "Here's what you're going to do." he told him. "You're going to take the gun and this note and go to hell. Then, you're going to come back here."

Dean took the note from him and shared a look with Sam who picked the Colt up. "What are we going to do then?"

Cain raised an eyebrow. "I said, you're going to go back to hell, you alone Dean." he said. "Sams staying here."

They both felt their hearts skip a beat at that. "What?"

Cain reached out and took Dean's jacket by the fabric, pulling him away. "Go to hell with those two things, then come back here."

"But if you don't come with us, I won't be able to come back." Dean argued.

"Give them my note, that's all they need. And don't look at it." Cain instructed, looking at Sam who hesitated but handed Dean the Colt. "And don't dawdle either."

Dean swallowed hard but nodded, taking the Colt from Sam. "I'll be back." he whispered, leaning in to brush his lips against his brothers. "Soon."

Taking a step back, he took a deep breath and when he exhaled he was gone, only bits of sulfur remaining.

Sam stared at the spot where he had been. "You're sure they're not going to kill him?" he couldn't help but ask.

"No but short of me going there I did all that I could." Cain said, turning around and leaving the house. "Now, since you're here, you'll help me with the bees."

[womanoflettersinthebunker]

"Alright so half is done in the first part, we know where Cain is." Dean said looking up from the map he had been working on. "Just Northeast of Springfield Missouri."

"Well that's one part done." Sam said with a sigh as he pulled away from his laptop rubbing at his eyes. "Now we just need to figure out where the Colt is."

"Any luck with that?"

"Not one bit." Sam said with slight disgust as he tossed his book onto the table. "The problem is that after being with Samuel Colt its history is gone and undocumented. For all we know it's in some sort of antique shop marked for five bucks."

"So basically, we're screwed." Dean said, rubbing his eyes. "Finding the colt or talking to Cain, either way we're screwed and in an unwinnable situation."

"At least we can talk to Cain and maybe convince him. At least we know where he is." Sam pointed out. "The Colt...that's a dead-end within a dead-end."

"Our best bet with the Colt are the hunters, we know they're paranoid sons of bitches so most likely they don't write shit down or hide things away. Like those Men of Letters we've read about." Dean said. "So that means...we need to get a hunter on the inside and..." he trailed off when he saw the look of apprehension on Sam's face.

Sam fidgeted slightly in his seat, rubbing at his eyes and shaking his head. "I got one idea." he said reluctantly. "But you're not going to like it."

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John sighed as he set his duffel bag onto the bed, opening it to take out spare clothes to change into. He rubbed at his chest, remembering how Sam had easily snapped his ribs. While they were healed, the memory of the pain was still there.

It was terrifying, the whole thing about Sam and he assumed Dean. As strong and powerful as demons with none of the weaknesses, he couldn't see anything else that worked on them that they had. The one thing he knew worked was that Kurdish knife and even that is gone.

But at the same time, the thought of using that on Sam or Dean made his stomach clench. He knew that they weren't good, despite what they wanted to do with them someone isn't good when they kill over a hundred people to grab their souls for a sacrifice.

But damn if it didn't work just the way that they wanted it to.

And damn if he wasn't just a little bit proud.

Shaking his head John slipped his shirt off, throwing it onto the bed before tugging his belt free and popping open his jeans, starting to slide them down.

"I am ready to beg you not to go any further."

John started heavily, whirling around as he tried to bring his pants back up as quickly as he could, eyes widening when he saw Sam was standing there with a look of slight disgust on his face yet at the same time he was looking over Johns body.

"You...have a lot more tattoos than I thought you would." Sam commented, leaning against the wall next to the door.

"What the hell are you doing here?" John half demanded, stepping back and grabbing his shirt, quickly pulling it on.

Sam breathed out slowly, looking like he was sucking on a lemon. "I'm here...to make a new deal with you." he finally said, each word was harder to come out than the last. "Because...we need the help of a hunter."

John stared at him incredulously, wishing that he had some sort of drink. "You need my help?"

"A hunter's help." Sam corrected him. "And considering you're a hunter, you fit the criteria."

John swallowed hard, straightening up and meeting Sam's gaze. "And in return?"

Sam breathed out sharply, moving his jaw from side to side. "And in return," he said, his teeth almost gritting against each other in frustration. "Is that you get to talk to our mom, once and with supervision."

"And if she wants to talk to me again later on?" John couldn't help but ask.

"We'll get to that if it happens." Sam told him. He crossed his arms over his chest. "Willing to make that deal?"

John stared at him, weighing everything and remembering just hours ago how their last meeting had gone. And if it meant that he'd finally, finally, be able to talk to Mary...

"Alright." John said with a nod. "We have a deal."

"Good." Sam said with a smirk. "So to what the deal entails, we need your information and connections in the hunting world to find something. Once you give it to us, we'll make the meeting happen."

"And how do I know that this meeting is actually going to happen?" John asked. He already knew that he couldn't trust a demon, even if said demon was his son.

Especially if the demon is his son.

Sam reached behind him and with a flick of his wrist he opened his pocket knife. He brought it up and made a cut into his palm, letting the blood well up. He then walked over to the nightstand where the motel kept a thin notepad and pen. Sam dipped the pen into his blood and started to write, signing the bottom with a flourish.

Taking the notepad he tossed it at John, letting it land on the bed. John reached for it, looking over what Sam had written. It was simple and to the point, that per the agreement between them Sam and Dean would bring Mary to a meeting point for the two of them to meet.

"That enough or you need it notarized?" Sam asked, licking his palm to clean the blood off and when he brought his hand down John saw that the cut had already healed. "It's a deal in blood, can't break that."

He knew that, he had made a few deals of his own like that over the years and he knew that if someone tried to break it, it wouldn't be pretty.

"No, that's good." John said, reaching into his bag to take out his journal and put the notepad in between the pages. "So, what do you need from me?"

"We need the gun of Samuel Colt." Sam told him, making John freeze. "And we need it sooner rather than later."

[womanoflettersinthebunker]

Coming to Cain was a giant relief and exasperation. It was a relief because he returned to Sam and felt his legs halfway give out when he realized that his brother was alright.

The exasperation was what Cain wanted them to do.

"You want us to help you with the bees?" Dean repeated, looking at Sam who was already carefully slicing the honey off of the combs without hurting the bees. "Why?"

"I helped you, therefore you'll help me." Cain told him, eyes going to Mary who was standing next to him holding the bucket. They were leaning against one another and spoke in a low murmur. "Without her."

"Why can't she stay?" Dean asked, immediately bowing his head when Cain turned to look at him and raise his eyebrow. "Respectively."

"I have jobs for the two of you, only the two of you." Cain told him. "I lack the patience to deal with two underage half demons, let alone a third demon. She can visit eventually but ultimately, only you two will be here."

"We're not underage." Dean couldn't help but mumble. "We're of age."

"Live a few centuries and I'll consider you two of age." Cain told him, walking away making Dean have to follow him. "Until I think you two are done, you'll be working for me and doing as I say."

"And what are we going to be doing here?" Dean asked, not sure what he wanted to hear.

"Whatever I want. For now, it's the bees." Cain told him. "You two lack patience and restraint, both things you both will need."

"For what?"

Cain didn't answer that, just went over to Sam and took the bucket from him and gave him an empty one. Dean hesitated but then joined his mother and brother. "Is this all you've been doing since I was gone?"

"Pretty much, you went back home and he told me to take care of the bees. Showed me how to do it and...that's it." Sam said looking around the other containers. "Takes a while though, this is my third one."

Dean looked into the bucket that he was now filling. "What does he do with them?"

"No clue." Sam said, shaking his head. "I'm not in the position to ask though."

And now, neither was he. They both looked at their mom who just smiled at them.

"I'll talk to him." she said, leaning forward to kiss the tops of their heads. She stared at them for a moment longer before she started to walk towards the shed that Cain had gone to.

"She looks well, guess going to Hell helped her." Sam said softly.

"My money is just on time, she needed to get used to things again." Dean said. "Cain doesn't want her here, only wants us."

"Why?"

"No idea, but whatever he wrote in that note worked." Dean said crossing his arms over his chest as he watched his brother collect the honey. "You having fun?"

"It's not as fun as it looks, I know that I should be having a blast." Sam said dryly as he used his tool to nudge a bee away from his path. "It's alright, not what I expected to be doing."

"Yeah, same." Dean said, reaching out to take the bucket from Sam and just hold it in place. "Think this is all he'll want us to do? Tend to the bees?"

"Who knows, I'd like to think he has some sort of plan, he is a Knight." Sam said, falling silent when Cain and their mother were walking back to them. Mary had a bit of a worried expression on her face but smiled reassuringly at them.

"Your mother is leaving now, you two will remain." Cain told them. "And no, I don't know how long you'll be here, until I say so. You're not prisoners, but if you leave you are to return in twenty-four hours or less. Preferably less."

"What happens if we don't?" Dean couldn't help but ask.

"You'll find out." Cain told them. "One last question."

"What are we doing?" Sam asked after a moment, hesitant from his ranking.

"Whatever I say." Cain said. "Now, say goodbye to your mother. I'll let you know when she can come back here. If you leave she can meet you wherever you want, just not here."

With that Cain turned around and left them, going to one of the tables he had outside and lifting a box, rummaging through it.

"He doesn't like demons." Mary answered their questioning looks. "He said he tolerates the two of you because you're only half. Hence why I have to leave."

"We just got you back." Dean whispered, looking at her. Sam set his things down and crossed over to hug her tightly, Dean joined them after a moment. "Why do we have to keep saying goodbye?"

"Because the world is not kind to demons." Mary said, making the both of their chests clench, it was something she used to say a lot back then. They hadn't understood then but now...now it was something they realized on their own. "But we'll be alright, we'll try to keep in contact."

At that Dean reached into his pocket and took out his cell phone, he didn't have anything else in there other than Sam's number and a few pictures that he didn't really care about. He handed it to her.

"This is a phone, just look under Sam's number and press the green button, you can call us like that." Dean told her. He and Sam had a few better ways of communication after all. "This way if we're too far to meet up we can use this. And we can talk every night."

Mary smiled and nodded, taking the phone from him and turning it around to look at it from all sides. "Alright." she said, reaching out to hug them tightly one more time. "I should get going before Cain gets mad. Or madder at least."

It hurt but then nodded and moved away from her, her hands came up to cup their cheeks, thumb stroking over the skin, before she pulled away as well. She walked a small distance away, glancing back at them one more time before she took a deep breath and disappeared.

Sam and Dean looked at one another before turning and walking back to Cain, stopping a respectful distance away and awaiting whatever he wanted from them.

"Samael, keep gathering honey." Cain told them without turning to look at them. "Dean, you're going to be jarring and labeling the honey that he collects." He gestured to the box that they could now see was full of empty jars and paper. "Get to work."

[womanoflettersinthebunker]

"So besides a blowjob to wake you up what else do you want for your birthday?" Sam asked, looking at Dean over the body as he collected blood.

It felt amazing to get back into the swing of things, it settled something inside of him that he hadn't realized was unsettled. Not to mention he was back with Dean and in all honesty, that was all that really mattered.

They had gotten creative with this one, having a bit more fun with making them scream as they all but ripped into him. It ended with a crucifixion-like state, but upside down, it made the rest of the blood that was left rush to his head and when they slit his throat they got a lot more than needed.

He'd also missed the feeling of blood on his skin, that he'd ever admit that to Dean even under torture on the rack. He had no desire to give his brother that sort of ammunition against him after what he had said before.

Although based on the smirk on his face as Sam couldn't help but lean down and swipe his fingers through the stream of blood, he probably already had a pretty good idea.

"So what I'm hearing is that you haven't gotten me a birthday gift." Dean said, wagging his knife at him.

Sam rolled his eyes at his brother and held the jar up, ready for the soul. "I have a present for you, you dick, I just want to know if you want anything else."

Dean hummed, eyes going over Sam's body. Sam raised an eyebrow and leaned back against the wall, tilting his hips out. "What are you thinking about?"

"I'm thinking about you, bent over the impala, wearing absolutely nothing." Dean said with a bit of a purr and hooded eyes. "Maybe add some soapy water, make it nice and wet."

"The car or me?" Sam couldn't help but tease.

"Both." Dean said, slowly moving towards him, eyes flickering to black. Despite the height difference Sam moved down a bit so that Dean would tower over him, arching his neck and back slightly.

Deans touch was gentle when he reached up to cup Sams cheek, tilting his head up a bit more so that he can brush his lips against Sams.

It was all gentle and it was everything that Sam wanted, just wanting to feel and have his brother surround him entirely. If they could be pushed out of their bodies like the other demons could, they would do so to one another, be together on even the microscopic level.

Their souls entwined together, intimately, delicately, it sounded like the closest thing to heaven to him.

But he'd settle for this, kissing and touching him, later on having sex with him, just being with him. Being alive with him.

It sounded like heaven too.

"Let's finish up with this and get back to the motel." Sam murmured between kisses. "Then I can give you a preview of the first part of your birthday present."

"The first part?" Dean murmured, moving to press kisses along the skin of Sams neck, sucking small marks as well.

"I got a little thing planned, half for you and half for the souls." Sam said, tilting his head to give Dean more room. "You said you wanted to go back to Lawrence, right?"

"Yeah."

Sam grinned, pulling back enough to look at his brother. "I did a bit of research, took some time." he said, sliding his hands under Deans shirt to feel his skin. "And I found the house that Winchester had years ago."

Dean had stopped for a moment, looking at Sam questioningly, but not saying anything yet.

"And in that house, is a woman with two kids." Sam continued. "Now the kids, we can either leave alone or we can traumatize the crap out of them."

They didn't touch kids, they weren't sure why, but they couldn't bring themselves to hurt children.

But the mother was fair play.

"I was thinking...we go there, have fun with the mother, take her soul." Sam continued. "Figured it was a roundabout way to celebrate but..." he shrugged. "You're the one that wanted to go back to Lawrence."

"Yeah, didn't think of that though." Dean said thoughtfully, hand stroking over Sams cheek down to his neck and shoulder. "And with everything else that's been happening..."

Dean grinned and his eyes went completely black. "I think this is quite therapeutic and I can't wait."

"My thoughts exactly." Sam said, grinning back at him and leaning up to press their foreheads together. "I debated to burn Lawrence to the ground but this is a bit more contained."

"So let's finish up here." Dean said, hand going down to squeeze Sams ass through his pants. "Get back to the motel and get a head start."

[womanoflettersinthebunker]

"Okay so I know that you didn't want me to torture and kill the hunter, but the vampires have to be fair game." Sam said, half complaining. "It's a bunch of vampires that you'd end up killing any other day."

John ignored him as he cleared the rest of the cabin. Elkins didn't have any sort of last will and testament, almost no hunter did, so tradition falls that the first hunter to come across another dead hunter they were obligated to burn the body and take whatever the first hunter had of use.

He ignored how Sam slowly started to move towards the books, focused mainly on gathering all the weapons in the cabin. Elkins was a paranoid bastard so he had weapons hidden everywhere. When he came back into the room Sam stopped trying to be discreet and was flipping through the books that he was making a pile of.

Sam glanced up at the weapons that John was bringing to take with him before looking back at the book. "Nothing special but I'll take them off your hands." he said, adding the book to the pile and reaching for another. John stared at him wearily. Logically he knew that he should stop him but he couldn't bring himself to do it.

"We need to figure out how to find the vampires." John said instead. "They don't stay in places for too long so the longer we wait, the harder it'll be."

Sam gave a hum at that, moving over the rest of the shelves before going through the desk to see if there was anything of interest there. "I'm already on it." he said, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a blood stained piece of cloth. "Whoever your hunting buddy was, he was good enough to get a few hits of his own, and spilled the vamps' blood. We use this to track them down, I have some fun, I get the Colt."

He paused at that, looking at the bloodstained cloth in his hand. "And actually...I don't even need you anymore. These next few parts I can do myself."

Giving a nod, pleased at that as he stood up, reaching for the pile of books and tucking them under his arm as he placed the cloth back into his pocket.

"Wait," John said, stepping forward towards him. "How am I going to contact you?"

Sam's forehead scrunched at that as he raised an eyebrow at him. "Why should you want to contact me?"

He didn't want to admit it, but he didn't want to lose this small connection to him, to his son. "About Mary."

Sam rolled his eyes at that. "When it's all set and right and we're done with our tasks, we'll contact you. There's no point in trying to get in touch with us."

"But what if I need to get in contact with you for something?" John pressed, not willing to let this go. "

Sam just stared at him for a long moment before he smirked, eyes turning black. "How cute." he said. "You're feeling all paternal and emotional about all of this. You think that a few talks, maybe late nights at the diner, all this heart to heart, and it'll be fine and dandy."

"How many times do I need to tell you this? We don't want to have anything to do with you. We don't want to have any kind of relationship with you." Sam told him.

"And what if Mary does?" John asked. "What if you bring her to me, we talk things out, and she decides that she wants to try again?"

"She's not going to." Sam said confidently. "You hurt her in such a way that can't be forgiven. Why she even wants to talk to you is beyond me but I'm loyal, I'll help her."

He hoisted the books up a bit more. "We'll be in contact when it's time to bring mom to meet you." he told him once more. "Otherwise, there's no reason to be in contact." With that he disappeared with the books, reappearing at the motel room where Dean was.

The books dropped to the ground as his knees buckled and Dean quickly moved to his side to support him, slowly moving him to the bed so that he could lay down.

They could teleport, much like a lot of other demons, but it took a lot out of them, more so than normal demons. Took more energy to get where they were going and get back in one piece.

It had taken a lot to look like he had been at ease in front of Winchester, to make it look like he wasn't affected by teleporting the way he had been.

"News." Sam said once the room stopped spinning. "The hunter that had the Colt was killed by vampires and they took the Colt. I got books from the hunter and I got a blood sample from the vampires to find them." he felt Dean reach into his pocket and pull out the cloth. "So are we going to just kill them or have some fun?"

He could hear Dean moving around the room, gathering the ingredients they needed to track the vampires down. "Depends, you feel like getting rid of some stress before we go to Cain or just nip it in the bud, kill 'em quick, and go?"

Sam sighed as he turned onto his back, opening his eyes to stare up at the ceiling before moving to lean onto his elbows so that he could look at Dean. His brother met his eyes and he held his hand up to him, beckoning him to him. Dean came easily, taking Sam's hand in his and fell on top of him back onto the bed.

Wrapping his arms around him Sam closed his eyes, entwining their legs together as well as they just curled around one another.

"Did he do something to you?" Dean asked after a few moments. "Did he try to hurt you?"

It was a bit of a raw topic for the both of them, that Sam was spending so much time with Winchester and even making a deal with him.

But Sam had a little bit more control over himself when it came to Winchester, hence why he was the one of them to go and talk to him. As much as he hated him, his hatred was second-hand from what he was told and what he felt from Dean. Sam leaned up to brush his lips against the side of Deans mouth, moving to just barely brush his lips against his.

"I'm fine." Sam told him, nuzzling at him. "Let's track down those vampires and see how we feel once we're there? After that, Cain."

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Dean was in a better mood than Sam had seen him in a while. He was singing along with the radio, tapping against the steering wheel, and laughing. It was contagious and Sam found himself smiling, even singing along as well.

"Today is going to be a good day Sammy." Dean told him, almost bouncing in his seat. "I can feel it."

"You're just saying that because of the blowjob." Sam told him, smiling despite rolling his eyes.

"Not just that." Dean protested, but spread his legs a bit more. Sam wasn't sure if it was from the memory or that he wanted Sam to do it again. "I just know that today's going to be great."

"Today's going to be good because we're going to make it good." Sam told him, glancing at the sigh they passed, a few more hours before Lawrence. "It's your birthday, you deserve good things on your birthday."

Dean hummed at that, tapping his fingers against the steering wheel. "Damn straight I do." he agreed. "And good things for me means good things for you."

Sam nodded at that, glancing out the window to make sure that the road was mainly deserted. He shifted slightly in his seat but didn't move yet.

"Couple months away but you know what you want for yours?" Dean asked him.

Sam breathed out slowly. "Truthfully, I want this to be over and done." he said. "Otherwise, a hellhound."

"Sam we can't take a hellhound on the road." Dean reminded him patiently, it was something they've talked about multiple times. "We've been over this, once grown they won't even be able to fit in the backseat."

"There are small ones, the runts that are usually eaten, we can take one of those." Sam protested. "I'm sure they won't grow that big."

"Hounds that young need to remain in hell, nothing can give what they need other than the pit." Dean shot back. "And I don't know about you but I'm not going back to hell for that long."

"You just don't love me enough to do it." Sam huffed, crossing his arms over his chest.

"No, it means that I should've left you on the rack longer than I did." Dean said shaking his head. "Brat."

Sam let out a heavy sigh, slumping in his seat. "A hellhound would be extra protection, especially since no one else can see them." he argued.

"Sam I love you but you can be one of the most annoying little shits sometimes." Dean told him. "Now shut up, no hellhounds."

Sam let out another huff. "Fine." he grumbled. "Only because it's your day today."

"Damn straight it is."

They fell silent, the only sound was the radio that kept playing, Dean humming along.

"Where do you want to eat?" Sam asked, breaking the silence.

"Saw a sign for a Cheddars, they're having cheese stuffed onion rings now." Dean said. "So there."

Sam made a face at that, stomach clenching slightly, but he also couldn't protest against it. "Sure."

Dean laughed, grinning at Sam. "I'll make sure to get you a big plate of your own." he assured him. "So we won't have to share."

Sam fought the urge to gag. "I'm good." he told him. "You don't have to do that."

"No, no, no. I have to." Dean countered. "I need to make sure that you get the full effect and taste. You'll get your own plate."

Between the weeks of eating and drinking things poisoned with holy water and the whole concept of cheese filled onion rings...Sam was sure that he preferred the holy water.

"If I blow you right now can I not eat it?" Sam asked, turning to his brother. His eyes narrowed however when he saw the look on Dean's face, he had planned this.

"Not sure." Dean said, spreading his legs once more. "Wanna try and find out?"

"You're a dick." Sam grumbled, turning and moving down their seat, trying to find a comfortable angle for this. "I was going to do it no matter what."

"Well this is just me being sure." Dean said, lifting his hips enough so that Sam could paw at them, pulling it down enough. "I'm just being cautious little brother."

"How about I blow you at the table while you eat those cheese filled," he made a face, not even willing to say it out loud. "cheese filled monstrosities."

Dean hummed at that, keeping his eyes on the road but glancing down periodically at Sam as he slowly pulled him out of his pants, moving his hand over his cock. "Oh, now I have a lot of possibilities here." he said, reaching down to stroke at the back of Sam's head.

Grumbling to himself Sam leaned forward, breathing through his nose and not stopping until he was pressed against Dean's lower stomach. Swallowing around him he slowly started to move, he didn't need Dean's hand in his hair guiding him but he enjoyed the feeling when he tugged at his strands of hair.

He didn't have to worry about choking, he's been doing this for so long that his body was more than accustomed to whatever he wanted to do. Even when Dean teased him by pushing his head down more, he didn't gag, just hummed and continued to move his throat over his brother.

He supposed that this was worth having a bite, a single bite, of whatever it was that Dean wanted. After what they've been through, he was just happy to be with his brother and whole again.

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“That son of a bitch!”

“Dean…”

“That mother fucker!”

“Dean.”

“If that fucker thinks for one second that-”

“Dean!”

Dean whirled around, eyes narrowed and completely black as he glared at Sam, the smell of sulfur had filled the room and Sam tried to ignore how relaxed it made him. 

“What?” Dean snarled, radiating fury and anger clearly. 

He probably shouldn’t be turned on by the image but he felt the blood rush downward and he shifted, trying to focus on other things. 

“You need to calm down.” Sam told him. “Or you’re going to destroy the motel and it’ll bring all sorts of attention on us.”

Dean snarled at him but then pulled back, trying to control himself again. Slowly the scent recessed and Sam watched as the black in Dean's eyes shrank and the green reappeared. 

“Okay let's focus now.” Sam said. “We don’t know when he’s going to come here. It might be after we leave.”

“I hope it's not.” Dean said with a sneer. “I hope he’s walking up our door right now, I’ll rip his fucking heart out of his chest and personally send his soul to hell.”

Sasm paused for a moment, trying to listen to outside of the motel just in case Dean was right and Winchester was coming up the doorstep right now. 

“How about we focus on not bringing attention onto ourselves?” Sam offered after a few moments. “I’m all for killing him but we need more souls and if we get hounds of hunters we’re gonna be distracted.”

“Or we’ll have hounds of hunter souls to add to the spell.” Dean pointed out. “Way I see it, it's a win-win.”

Sam shook his head, grabbing his cup and draining the rest of the coffee. “Even if we meet him, do you think he’ll know who you are?”

Dean shot him a look. “And where are you in this? Strolling in a park?”

“I don’t think he even knows about my existence.” Sam said. “You were there and everything, I was being incubated. It might’ve even been too early for anyone to know.”

Dean fell quiet for a moment, trying to remember all those years ago. “Holy shit.” he breathed out. “He might not know, I don’t think anyone would know.”

Sam nodded. “We were in hell since I was born, and even before then you were in there,” he said. “So Winchester knows about you, knows that you exist. If they know that I exist, no one might know exactly who I am.”

Slowly a smile spread over Deans face and Sam fought a shiver to go down on his back, hating how much he liked seeing the smile. 

“We can use that.” Dean said, small flecks of black appearing in his eyes. “Sammy we can use that. If they don’t know who you are, you can use that and get close to them and kill them from the inside.”

Sam raised an eyebrow at that. “So you’d be okay with me going into a hunters den, surrounded by hunters, purposely not using my powers, and do it all alone.”

At that Dean paled slightly, realizing just what he had suggested. 

“I mean I could.” Sam added. “It would be a good idea and a good undercover thing. Worst comes to worst I can make them all kill themselves. But I’m just saying, pretty sure you’re the one that’s going to be going gray at that.”

Deans jaw moved from side to side as he stared at Sam, eyes withdrawn and every last single bit of his being was screaming at how much it wasn’t a good idea. 

Slowly, bit by bit, Dean breathed out and crossed the room. He reached Sam and wrapped his arms around him. Sam closed his eyes and did the same, holding his brother tightly. 

“I don’t want you to do that.” Dean whispered. “It's too risky Sammy, I can’t...if they find a way to kill you...I can’t...I won’t survive that.”

Sam pressed into Dean as much as he could, tugging until Dean was on his lap, the two curled around one another. 

“Then just trust in me, trust my ability.” Sam murmured, kissing the side of Deans neck. “Because like this I can bring John Winchester to his knees. And we can rip his heart out together.”

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At some point, Dean felt his wrist cramp and he couldn’t write anymore. He set his pen down and massaged at his wrist, looking over the almost full box of jars he had already done. 

This...was so stupid. Sam was out there still collecting honey from the combs and here he was putting them into jars and labeling them. 

There was no reason for this, no point, other than Cain using them to complete the chores that he didn’t want to do. 

But at the same time, considering who Cain was and what he had done for them; because whether they want to admit it or not, whatever he wrote on that note saved their lives, this was far from the worst that could be done. 

Sam joined him and set the bucket on the ground next to him. “That was the last one.” he said looking over what his brother had done. “Want my help?”

“No.” Cain answered for him, appearing next to them. He looked into each bucket and glanced over the combs before nodding. “Now you’ll gather firewood and chop it properly. The axe is in the shed, the wood is to the side of the house.”

Sam looked around to where the wood was, tilting his head to see it. “What is the proper way to chop it?” he asked, taking his flannel off to remain in his short sleeve shirt. “And I’ve never chopped wood before.”

“You’ll figure it out, they have to be small enough and cut enough to stack on top of one another and to be able to be put into the fireplace.” Cain told him. 

“And how much wood should I cut?” Sam asked, looking at his brother. 

“I’ll let you know when enough is enough.” Cain said, already turning to go back into the house. “Until then, just chop.”

Sam nodded, taking a deep breath and going to the shed to grab the axe and then to the side of the house. Dean watched him until he heard the sound of wood sliding onto the ground and the sound of a blade cutting them. 

Letting out a deep breath he turned back to the jars and the honey, already feeling his wrist start to cramp again. Shaking his head he started again, filling each jar with honey, and then labeling them. 

It was mind numbing and at some point, he started to do everything robotically, not really paying attention to anything around him as he filled and labeled jar after jar. 

A loud crash snapped him out of his daze and he turned to look at the box of empty jars that had been tossed to the ground, a mess of glass and wood. His head snapped up to see Cain standing there staring down at him. 

“You weren’t paying attention and as a result, the jars broke.” Cain told him. “You choose to drift off and not be aware of anything, let your hands move without real input, you leave yourself and everyone around you vulnerable.”

Dean blinked and looked at the broken jars. “Pretty sure the jars broke because you pushed them to the ground.” 

“And I was able to do that because you weren’t paying attention.” Cain said. “And now, because the jars are broken, you need to fix what’s broken.”

Dean bit back a sigh and stood up, a bit careful at the chance to get up and move around a bit. “I’m guessing everything I need is in the shed?”

Cain just nodded and Dean rubbed at his eyes as he went to the shed, looking around for a broom of some kind. The whole place was organized carefully but when he looked for something to clean up, he couldn’t find it. 

“Did I say clean up or did I say fix?” Cain asked him rhetorically when Dean went back to him. “The glue is there.”

He had to pause at that. “You want me to fix the jars?” he asked. “They’re in pieces, I can’t use them anymore.”

“Not my problem, it is a cause of your action, or should I say inaction.” Cain said. “You allowed yourself to get sloppy and as a result what you needed broke. And there are your consequences that you must go through.”

“But why?” Dean pushed. “Why can’t I just clean this up and use new jars?”

“Because there are two things you need to learn here, and I’ve already told you both of them.” Cain said. “I’m going to check on your brother, I expect you to patch them and put them to good use.” without waiting for an answer he walked away, towards the side of the house. 

Dean closed his eyes and took a deep breath to try to steady his nerves before grabbing the glue and going back to his table. He stared down at the mess of glass pieces, looking around it in an attempt to figure out the best way to start. He knelt down beside it and tried to separate them, trying to keep the pieces that seemed to go together in the same pile.

What the hell did Cain mean, that he needed to learn two things? What was the point of all this? Was the older demon just bored and taking advantage of the fact that neither he nor Sam were going to argue with him about doing whatever it was that he wanted? But then why try to teach them anything?

Slowly he started to pick the pieces, sliding them together, grabbing the glue to spread it along the sharp edges. This was going to be taxiing and he was sure that even if he tried his best, no one was going to be able to eat any of the honey inside for fear of eating glass. 

If it even managed to hold the honey. 

What was the point of this? Dean stopped for a moment to listen to the sound of Sams chopping, shifting in place before looking down at the jars once more.

There was a reason for this, there had to be, it wasn’t just because Cain wanted to have some fun and get some chores done at their expense. There had to be a reason for all this, a purpose. 

Sam could probably figure it out before he did, his brother had always been better at riddles like this. 

But, for now at least, he needed to focus on fixing his jars.

[womanoflettersinthebunker]

Sam ducked to avoid the flying vampires head, watching it land behind him with a wet sound. Turning back to his brother, who seemed to be singing under his breath in time with his swings, he leaned back to just watch him work.

Pinpointing the vampires had been easy, it had even been easy to come to their hideout. They didn't even need to bring more than one weapon, Sam didn't feel up to killing so Dean was going to have all the fun. Instead he moved around the dilapidated barn that the vampires had used in search of anything interesting.

There was also the almost cage of humans that the vampires had been feeding on. He stared at them as he tried to figure out what to do with them. They weren't in the business of saving people, especially humans, but at the same time; wrong place wrong time.

He could hear one of the vampires pleading and begging before she screamed as Dean cut her head off. He sighed, rubbing the side of his head, he could already feel a headache coming along.

"Before I do anything." Sam said, despite his voice being soft he knew that the humans were listening to every word he was saying. "I'm looking for a gun, old, a Colt if any of you know what that is. You've seen it?"

One of the men nodded rapidly, gripping the bars of the cage and pointing towards where Sam could see a bed. "There! I saw the leader holding a gun! He put it there!"

Sam tilted his head so that he could see the room a bit better, nodding. He glanced once more at the humans before he sighed again, shaking his head he reached out and tugged on the lock, breaking it and opening the cage.

They were on their own but they were freed, he walked past them towards the room and even then he could hear them almost sobbing their thanks to him, one of them had to be carried by the other, they were almost paralyzed from fear.

Sam ignored them, he did more than his part; if they lived or died was up to them, and went into what was supposed to be a bedroom. He stepped over the vampire that was clawing at the ground trying to escape, Dean grabbed him by his ankle and dragged him back.

Wrinkling his nose at the mess in the room Sam started to look through everything, pinching the clothes he found in between two fingers and throwing them to the side to avoid actually touching them.

There was a wet almost sobbing scream from the other room as Sam continued to search. He went to the nightstand and opened it, staring down at what was inside.

The gun laid there amidst everything else. He reached in and slowly picked it up, turning it over in his hands. The carved five pointed star, the Latin inscribed on it. He tried to open it and couldn't, when he brought the hammer back the trigger slid out at the ready.

No harm in making sure. And one less bullet for one less headache.

He brought it back to the main room, breathing in the scent of blood deeply before he shook his head. Vampire blood always smelled so dead, barely there unless the vampire ate recently.

"Dean," he said, getting his brother's attention on him. He was holding up the last vampire by the hair machete at the ready. "Don't kill that one yet."

The vampire whimpered as Dean looked up at him. "What for Sammy?"

Sam smiled and held the gun up. "I just want to make sure that this is what we're looking for." he brought the hammer back and let the trigger fall onto his finger. "Because if we bring a fake one, it'll be worse than not bringing any at all."

He brought the gun up and aimed directly in the middle of the vampire's forehead. He whimpered, pleading with them that they both ignored. Dean tightened his grip on his hair and pulled it back to give Sam a clear mark. Smiling Sam pulled the trigger, watching as the bullet flew into his head. Energy shot through the vampire as his body jerked to the ground, twitching as it died.

"Looks like that's our gun." Dean said smugly, reaching down to wipe his machete with the vampires shirt. "So now, Cain."

Sam nodded. "Cain."

They cleaned up and carefully wrapped the Colt in a cloth and Sam placed the Colt into the inner pocket of his jacket as they drove to Missouri. They could feel the tensions rising more and more as they got closer.

They finally reached the farm, Cain wasn't exactly hiding himself or his presence. The two of them shared a look before they got out of the car, looking around.

Bees flew around them which Sam gently waved away. They could see a figure dressed in a beekeepers outfit moving from one encase to another. They moved together as the man turned towards them, stopping as he took the top portion of his outfit off.

Dean and Sam bowed their heads in respect to him. "Knight." Dean murmured, as the oldest he was responsible for talking for both of them when it came to these types of situations. "My name is Dean Campbell, this is my brother Samael. We need to talk to you."

[womanoflettersinthebunker]

Bobby let out a small breath. "There's a demon I can summon." he finally said. "We can get some answers."

Ellen looked up, she hadn't left Jo's side the entire time since the two demons disappeared. John hadn't moved, it had taken Bobby dragging him up and throwing him into a chair to get him out of the panic room. Otherwise he didn't move, not looking up from the ground. 

"What good is that going to do?" Ellen asked, stroking at Jo's hair. The girl didn't move, she was breathing and alive, but otherwise nothing else. 

Bobby was already moving to gather the ingredients he needed, it was familiar enough to him that he could do it in his sleep at this point. Putting everything into a bowl he lit a match and dropped it. "We'll at least figure out what we;re dealing with." he said as the sparks and fire filled his vision. 

When everything calmed down a man stood in the middle of the room under the devils trap. he glanced up at the ceiling and then turned to Bobby. 

"Bobby Singer, what a pleasant surprise." Crowley dawdled sarcastically, rolling his eyes. "I thought our business was done."

"We got questions." Bobby said, skipping the pleasantries and wanting to avoid that particular topic. "About two demons."

Crowley let out a heavy put upon sign, brushing the imaginary lint off the front of his suit. "Always work, never pleasure with you." he complained. "Let's get this over with."

"There are two demons, ones possessing a kid and goes by Sam Wesson." Bobby said, watching Crowley pause at that. "The other is Dean."

Crowley scoffed at that. "You're half right, ones Dean and the other is Sam, there is no Wesson. Of course they picked a gun." he added to himself.

"But the body-"

"Is his." Crowley injected. He let out another sigh, shaking his head. "Sam and Dean, the little brats." maybe it was Bobby's imagination but it almost sounded fond. 

"Who are they?"

"They're..." Crowley took a moment to find the right words before he came to a decision. "Abominations. They never should've been born."

Crowley started to pace along the edges of the devil's trap. "They're brothers." he said, Bobby saw John flinch from the corner of his eye. "They were born to a demon mother and a human father, something like that's never happened before so no one knows how to react to them or what they can do."

Taking a deep breath he continued. "Dean came to hell as a child. Sam, Samael, was born there. They've been in hell for years, time passes differently there after all, and let me tell you, they're dangerous."

"Half demon and half human, raised in hell, whatever it is, whatever the reason, they're powerful. A lot of things that works on us doesn't work on them." Crowley told them. "Exorcisms don't work, its their bodies. Holy water isn't as effective if at all. They're..." he paused again. 

"They're insane." he finally said. "They hide it well, all smiles and those little doe eyes that Sam uses, but quite frankly if possible I try to stay away from them. I've seen them kill lower demons with their minds and the last demon that grabbed Sam? Dean," he gave a small shudder. "Best left unsaid."

"How are they powerful enough to kill a demon?" Bobby asked. "I've never heard of something like that."

"There's a lot of things out there that you haven't heard of." Crowley said rolling his eyes. "No one knows, it seems to be a mixture between being halves and their lineage." At their blank looks, a bit irritated he added, "Azazels brood."

"Azazels a yellow eyed." Bobby said slowly. "That's all I know."

Crowley let out another put upon sign. "Azazels a prince and general of hell, hand picked by Lucifer himself. They're just under the devil in power."

"And Azazel has what to do with them?"

"I'm going to call in a very big favor for all this information." Crowley warned him. "Azazel considers himself their grandfather, he was the one to make a deal with Mary."

Johns head snapped up at the mention of her name, pain clear in his voice as he choked out. "What?" he rasped out. 

Crowley glanced at him disinterestedly before he sighed and lifted his hand, a soft red glow surrounding it for a moment before a scroll appeared in it. Unraveling the scroll he cleared his throat before he started to read. 

"A deal is made between Mary Campbell and Prince Azazel on the grounds of one (1) resurrection of Samuel Campbell. The agreed upon payment is the soul of Mary Campbell to be collected in ten years time. Agreed and sealed by, Mary Campbell, four years of age."

There was a tense and disgust filled silence for a moment. 

"Four years old?" Ellen was the one to repeat. Bobby was sure that if he opened his mouth he would be sick.

"Four years old." Crowley repeated, scanning the rest of the scroll. "Contract completed, Azazel was kind enough to just use a kiss instead of the usual method of a prince deal. Mary Campbells soul was taken at fourteen."

The scroll disappeared from his hand with a flash of fire. "That's everything about the deal, at some point she became a demon, escaped hell, and then came running back." he shrugged. "I didn't pay her much attention, she was pretty." he added, a smirk appearing on his face. "Very pretty but she rebuked any of my advances, said she was focused on the children."

"Sam Campbell, I know that name." Ellen said. "He's a hunter, but he's a widower and he doesn't have kids."

"It doesn't matter, we can deal with that later." Bobby almost snapped at her. "The boys, tell us more about them."

"Not much else to say, as of right now they're hogging my best hellhound." Crowley said rolling his eyes. "Sam apparently got himself stabbed." his smile spread along his face at the look on their faces. "I'm guessing this has something to do with you."

"Don't bother, I don't want to know, nor do I care." Crowley said holding his hand up. "Now if this is done-"

"No it's not." John said, coming back to life and going to his feet, stalking over to the demon who stared at him levelly. "I still have questions."

Crowley raised an eyebrow at him. "I'll answer one more." he said coolly. "From the goodness of my heart."

"I want to talk to Mary." John said, his voice wavering slightly. "Where is she?"

Crowley laughed at that, a cold sound that filled the room. 

"You want to talk to Mary?" he repeated in almost perverse delight. "Well good for you. She's dead."

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Sam watched disinterestedly as Dean gathered the humans blood into the jar, scoffing when his brother used his own fingers to deepen the cut. Dean had no problem using anything he had on him and improvising, he enjoyed the feeling of their victims blood drying and staining his skin and more often than not Sam would catch him licking it clean.

“You’re not kissing me if you lick the blood again.” Sam warned him, narrowing his eyes at the grin on Deans face. As if on purpose he locked eyes with Sam and licked at his fingers, making a small popping noise when they slid out.

“Don’t be such a prude Sammy.” Dean said, turning back to the almost dead human. “Just make sure the reaper can’t do shit.”

“I already painted the runes, they’re going to be kept out.” Sam told him. “Not like we can’t kill it if we have to.”

“Now who’s the bloodthirsty one.” Dean said, shooting him a smile. “We’re almost done here, then we can go.”

“Good, the sooner the better.” Sam said, rifling through the man's wallet and bag. He pocketed the cash and looked at the pictures, debating for a moment to take the credit cards but then deciding against it, too many traces possible on that one.

He did keep the picture for a moment, scoffing at the picture perfect family of a wife and daughter. He threw it all to the ground to be added to their pyre later. The gasoline and matches were right next to him and waiting and to keep himself occupied he drenched them in gasoline, watching it stain the plastic.

He went through the bag and started to put things aside that interested him or might be of use to them. There was nothing really special other than a few knives that looked sharp enough for them, he added those to the keep pile. There was a flask of something and the idea of having some sort of drink made him smile.

Opening it he couldn’t really smell anything and he took a sniff anyway, groaning when all he smelled was water. Some of it dripped onto his fingers and he raised an eyebrow at it slowly made him burn. He glanced at Dean to make sure he wasn’t looking and brought his fingers to his mouth, relishing the burn.

Holy water. A container filled with holy water and knives. Shaking his head he closed the flask and tossed it back into the bag, even if they cleaned it out it was useless to them now.

“I think he was a hunter.” Sam told his brother. “There’s holy water and some weapons in here.”

“Any good weapons?” Dean asked, glancing at his brother before looking back at the rapidly dying man.

“Just some knives, nothing special.” Sam told him, inspecting the knives once more. “Nothing we don’t already have.”

“Might as well keep ‘em, a knife is a knife.” Dean said, rolling his shoulders back a few times.

Sam gave a shrug and dug out a flask of holy water once more. He poured some onto his fingers, fighting back a smile at the slight burn; Dean did call him a masochist at times and maybe it was true but oh well. He brought his hand up and flicked it towards his brother.

It took a moment for it to register, he was focused on the body after all, but once the burning sensation started to set in Dean let out a shout of annoyance.

“Sammy c’mon!” he protested, waving his bloodstained hand in the air. “I’m trying to do some work here.”

“Well I’m bored, so either work faster or,” he flicked his fingers at him again, watching Dean try to dodge the water. “Or be my entertainment.”

Dean picked up and brought his knife up threateningly. “I’m going to cut those fingers off.”he warned. “And I’m going to stick them down your throat.”

“Oh I’m really trembling now.” Sam said with a smile, pouring some more holy water onto his fingers and watching the smoke rise. “Truly Alistair's most prized student.”

“I’m going to take this out of your ass.” Dean told him before he smirked. “But that’s what you want anyway, ain’t it little brother?”

“Don’t flatter yourself.” Sam told him, still trying to make the holy water fall on him. “And focus, he’s about to die.”

Dean's eyes narrowed, a small promise of what’s to come to Sam later on tonight, and turned back to the man. He grabbed the jar that was half filled with the guys blood, pressing it to the cut on his neck. The symbols they had made on his chest glowed at that moment and a small pulse filled the room as the man's soul was pushed out of his body as it died. Moving fast Dean closed the jar around it and swirled the blood, watching it stain the soul just enough to ground it into the glass.

“And there we go.” Dean said standing up. He tossed the jar up and down a few times, laughing when the soul was bounced around. “We’re done.”

Sam had been holding onto the blade, watching at the edges of their warding as a frustrated reaper was refused entry to do his job. He raised an eyebrow and then raised the angel blade, making sure the ripper caught sight of it. The angel blade had been a pain to get but so, so worth it.

The reaper hesitated, eyes going from the blade of the jar in Dean's hands but ultimately it bowed its head and disappeared.

“Good, guess they can be taught.” Sam said, sliding the knife back into his jacket. He grabbed the gasoline and started to spread it over the body and the floor, adding the pictures and the wallet to it as well.

He wiped his fingers dry on the side of his jeans, holding back a yelp when Deans hand suddenly shot out and grasped at his tightly, squeezing hard enough to make his bones hurt.

“When we get back to the motel room.” Dean breathed into his ear. “I’m going to show you just how ‘entertaining’ I can be.”

Sam smiled and held back a shiver as best as he could. “Promises, promises.” he murmured.

The two of them laughed and left the building, throwing a match behind them as they did.

And with that Bill Harvelles body was burned, the fire strong enough to leave the bare minimum of bones and ash.

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Despite how tired he was, John didn't really sleep much that night, his mind kept running over the last two days over and over in his head.

He tried to figure out Sam, figure out what kind of a person he was. He thought he knew the kid when he had been pretending to be Sam Wesson but all of that turned out to be an act.

Excluding the intelligence, even when he hid who he was he couldn't hide the fact that he was smart as a whip and could draw people in. He had the whole thing working for him, the good-natured kid that people just wanted to protect. And even now, that the mask was gone, John felt himself being drawn to him.

But that might have also been because of who Sam was to him.

John turned onto his back, closing his eyes and breathing out slowly as he tried to go to sleep, hand coming up to rub at his face.

His mind went to Mary and he tried to figure out what he would tell her or what they would talk about once Sam and Dean kept up their part of the deal. He had so much to tell her and yet nothing at all. Just the thought of seeing her was enough to choke him, let alone being able to actually speak.

He's spent all these years wishing that he could go back and undo what he did, every last bit of it. He had been stupid and brainless, he didn't think. He didn't act like a husband, he acted like a hunter.

He just wished that he had listened to her, had given her those few seconds to explain. But the problem was, even if he did, would that have changed anything? Would he have believed her? Would he have done anything different?

He had no idea and he wasn't sure he wanted to think about that.

So, he turned onto his side, took a deep breath, and tried to go to sleep.

When dawn broke John woke up, not at all rested and wishing that he could go to sleep for another few hours. Instead, he got out of bed and went to take a shower to wake up.

He went to the closest diner for a quick breakfast that was mostly coffee and got onto the road towards Manning, Colorado, mind wandering as he tried to figure out the best way to speak to Daniel Elkins about giving the Colt over to him.

Slowly John drove up to Elkins' cabin, feeling the hair on the back of his neck start to rise. It was in the air, a faint scent of blood lingering. John parked his truck outside of the cabin and reached back to grab his gun, moving slowly out of his truck and looking around.

The door to the cabin was broken down, in pieces on the ground, and slowly John went inside, looking around for a hint of what had happened. Walking further inside he eyed the blood that was splattered around the cabin; on the walls, the floor, the ceiling.

He entered the bedroom and stopped, sighing as he stared down at the destroyed remains of what used to be Daniel Elkins.

"God dammit." he muttered, eyeing the deep wounds in Elkins' chest and neck. "God fucking dammit."

"You can say that again."

He didn't start at the sudden voice, that had to be some sort of progress that he wasn't sure he was proud of or not. Instead he turned around to look.

Sam was leaning in the doorway, looking around the carnage with a look of appreciation and slight displeasure. "No finesse." he told John. "I mean, the whole thing is kinda nice but...there's no finesse. No art to it." he shook his head. "People just don't appreciate a good job anymore, just want to dig in with their hands and rip apart."

He pushed off from the doorframe and came into the room, keeping a distance away from John. "So this," he kicked at the body. "Was the hunter that has the Colt?"

"Yes." John said watching him. "Did you do this?"

Sam rolled his eyes. "I didn't even know which hunter had it, you think I came here, picked the one right hunter in the whole country, came here, killed him this messily, and then disappeared to wait for you to come?"

"Had to ask." John said turning back to Elkins's body. He slid his gun into the back of his jeans and started to look around the cabin, feeling Sam's eyes on him before the kid went to the body to look at the marks, digging his fingers into them.

John gritted his teeth as he found the box, the box that he knew had once housed the Colt, and it was empty, thrown to the side almost broken. "Fuck."

Sam looked up at him from looking at his palm. "What?"

"Colts gone." John said. "Whoever did this took the Colt."

Sam gave an affirmative sound as he straightened up, holding something between his fingers. "Well, looks like he just pissed off the wrong creature." he said. John looked at him and narrowed his eyes, seeing the fang between his fingers.

"Vampires." he said with a grimace, shaking his head.

"Vampires." Sam confirmed. "And they never travel alone."

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Sam heard a thumping in his ears at the sight of the jar in Singers hand, not looking away from it. Dean was less held back, he was snarling at the hunter.

"You have no damn right to be going through our trunk." Sam managed to say, his voice low and dangerous as the house started to shake, raining dust down on them.

"Yeah? Well you have no right to be carrying around jars of souls around." Singer shot back at them. He looked down at the jar with a pained expression. "I'm afraid to touch them."

"How many are there?" John asked him, glancing between Singer and the boys.

"Quite a few." Ellen said, coming into the room then, trailed by Jo who was attempting to glower at them. Sam just raised an eyebrow at her, smirking when she slid back behind her mother.

"Alright, fun time is over, and I still have some birthday hours to actually enjoy." Dean told them. "We're leaving, and we're taking the souls with us."

"You're not going anywhere." John said at the same time that Ellen said, "Where are the bodies that came with these-"

Several things happened at the same time. Sam and Dean looked at one another and a loud, house shaking crack shot through the room destroying the devils traps. Sam moved quickly, grabbing at Singers arm to try to grab at the jar and wrench it free.

Ellen grabbed at him as well, trying to pull him away. He turned momentarily to push her away from him, Dean trying to get to Singer as well.

They weren't sure how it happened or who caused it, or even if by chance it was one of them, he didn't think so.

But the sound of a glass jar hitting and breaking on the ground was clear as anything and it immediately silenced everyone.

Whirling around the brothers stared in horror as the soul raised itself from the glass and blood remains. There wasn't even time to grab the jar they were originally going to use, the reaper appeared almost instantaneous, quickly taking the soul and disappearing.

No one said anything for a few moments.

"You mother fuckers." Dean whispered before both of them were on the move once more.

Dean was reaching for Jo, he had a bit of a taste for those with egos too big for themselves, but Sam mentally jerked Dean back instead, wanting to grab someone else instead.

Not Winchester. Not yet. Too soon and they had too many other things to do to really appreciate it.

Winchester would come later. He knew exactly who he wanted to take.

Gritting his teeth, he hated doing this, he reached between the wrinkles of the world and stepped through it, effectively teleporting through space and time to appear in front of Ellen, much to her surprise. Before she could move he grabbed her by the throat and yanked her with him, teleporting once more to a different location.

Moving fast once his feet hit the ground, Sam threw her against the wall of the warehouse, chains immediately wrapping around her to pin her in place as he fell to his knees, throwing up everything that was in his stomach.

He hated teleporting, he wasn't sure if it was his human half or just the whole process that was his semi-human body being pushed through things a body had no business being pushed through, but this was always the end result of teleporting.

Dean was going to have the worst of it, he had to bring the car too. The whole act was draining, especially to them, and was why they preferred simply driving around to get to the places they needed to be.

But they always kept this a secret little thing up their sleeves for when it was absolutely needed.

Spitting out the bile gathering in his throat Sam unsteadily stood back up, coughing and gagging slightly at the taste in his mouth. He could hear what could almost be called a crash outside and then the sound of someone else throwing up, Dean was more affected than he was.

Wiping the back of his mouth Sam left the warehouse, ignoring Ellen's shouts and threats at him. He reached his brother, on his knees in the dead grass throwing up, and reached out to place his hand on Dean's shoulder. His brother glared at him with black eyes and then spat into the dirt.

"Fucking hate doing that, fucking birthday this is." Dean grumbled as they went to the trunk to get more things. They had to leave some of their weapons and artifacts in Lawrence but they had another pair of everything they needed.

"Stop complaining, I still got one more present for you that's not this." Sam told him, using his shoulder to shove at him. "Now c'mon, I want to be done with this and have some real fun later."

He didn't grab an empty jar, he took a jar that already had a soul, a specific soul, and handed everything else over to Dean who took it with a semi eager grin. "Romantic Sammy." he said, nodding towards the jar.

Sam winked at him. "Always am." he said as they want back to the warehouse. Ellen started to shout at them once more but Sam, he's had a headache from her for a while now, froze her vocal cords.

"I'm going to get straight to the point." Sam said, setting the jar to the side and picking up a spray can from the bag. He started to paint the runes and sigils that were necessary for this. "You guys cost us a soul, so we're going to take a soul. What we do with these souls are none of your damn business, you don't have the right to know what we're going to be doing."

Sam shook the can and continued to spray, from the corner of his eye he could see Dean getting their blades ready. "Now it might be a surprise but I'm kinda soft. A romantic at heart. I can understand how certain things make you blind and everything else, blah, blah blah."

He shook his head and picked up the jar, staring into the blood and soul that was contained. "You see, Dean and I. We're brothers. We're lovers. We're two parts of a single whole that no one else can understand, no one else can even come close to what we have. But again, I'm a romantic."

He looked at Ellen over his shoulder, smiling. "You've been wanting to know what happened to your husband for a while, so I'm going to tell you." he turned around to face her completely, holding the jar out. "Here's your husband."

Ellen jerked at that, eyes pinned on the jar, tears in her eyes. If she was trying to say something, or even scream, nothing came out.

"And because of that love of romance that I have, we're going to do you a big favor." Sam said, coming forward, closer to her. Her eyes didn't move away from the jar. "You two are going to share this jar until the time comes that we use the souls. We're just that nice."

"Well isn't that how it goes Sammy?" Dean breathed out, coming to him and leaning in close, their breaths mingling together. "In sickness and health, richer or poorer, till death do we part?"

"That's exactly how it goes." Sam hummed, leaning on the rest of the way to brush their lips together. "Till death do we part."

Dean grinned into the kiss, pressing one more to Sams lips, before he pulled away, going towards Ellen. He twirled the knife in his hand as Sam leaned back to watch, unfreezing Ellen's vocal cords so that he could listen.

"Happy birthday big brother." Sam said as the screams started.