Alright new story for a New Year (even though it's the end of January). I hope everyone is having a great year so far.
By the way, the Beta was done by babyboy.bigbrother on Instagram. She is a Wincest account but don't give her crap for shipping it because she is really an awesome account and she was kind enough to help edit this for me.
I do apologize but Demon!Dean will be a little OCC because that's how it flows in this fic okay?
I have no medical experience at all so I basically just BS'd the medical facts but hey don't we all?
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The old but sturdy door fell to the ground with a loud thud as the demon entered the warehouse.
The moment Dean Winchester awoke as a demon after he was stabbed by the damn Scribe of The Lord, he knew that his feelings for his brother had changed. It wasn't like it used to be, where if Sam was even threatened, he would find the perpetrator and give him a painful death. Instead, it took Dean six days to decide to go after Sam once he got a call from the man who kidnapped his brother. He finally convinced himself that he needed to feed the mark. Maybe going after the mysterious man would satisfy it long enough.
"All right Houdini I know you're here," Dean said as he pulled out the First Blade. As a human, he'd carried around guns, knives, holy water, and other essentials when hunting. Now, knowing this was a mere human, all he needed was the blade he held in his hands. If he wanted to, he could snap the poor bastard's neck with a click of his fingers, but watching the life leave his eyes as he dug his blade deep into his body was much more satisfying.
"Come on out and play Mr. Bigshot. You do realize that taking what's mine, even if I don't want it, is a big no-no right?" Dean took a few more steps before continuing: "If you show yourself right now, I won't kill you. Leave you in need of a hospital but nothing too serious," Dean chuckled at his own lame joke. The scurrying of rats along the concrete floor could be heard, but Dean didn't care. He was too busy thinking about torturing the man who had kidnapped Sam in an attempt to lure Dean to him.
Dean had to laugh at that. He didn't care about anyone anymore, especially Sam. Sam was nothing to him. He wasn't interested in saving Sam – who had always complained about how he could handle things on his own, anyway. "Well, look whose wrong now Sammy-boy," Dean muttered to no one in particular, "You couldn't even save yourself from an average Joe!"
Dean smiled wickedly as he thought of all the ways he could torture this mystery-man. He still remembered what Alistair taught him during his forty year stay in Hell, and he planned on putting some of those skills to use. He might even keep Sam in the same room, force him to watch how different he is. His brother would beg for Dean to let the man free, even though he'd caused Sam so much pain, but Dean wouldn't listen to Sam. He was done listening to the voice of reason.
The copper smell, although faint, was defiantly there. Dean assumed it was blood. To be more precise, he assumed it was his brother's blood. It still had the tinge of the demon blood given to Sam by Azazel when he was just an infant. "Looks like we're basically the same Sam," Dean continued, "You were poisoned by the blood of a powerful demon, it changed you into a monster, and now I've become one as well."
Walking to the back of the dilapidated building, Dean stopped. He had found what he was looking for. Sam's head was resting on his chest. His hands were bound together and his legs were strapped to the chair with zip ties. Even from a distance, Dean could see the mass of bruises covering his face, the dark circles underneath Sam's eyes. There was dried blood under his nose and on his shirt. Dean walked over to the bound man, making a tsking noise as he approached the chair.
