#halfdemon!dean

He only hoped that whatever the note said it would be enough. The note almost burned in his hand and he wanted nothing more than to open it and read what Cain had written. He was basing his and Sam's life on this one note so he felt like he had the right to know what was written on it.

He tightened his grip on the note and continued to walk forward, not opening it or even glancing down at it despite how it was weighing heavily.

Reaching the Pit he stopped to take in a deep breath and continued forward, not stopping until he was deep inside, deep enough that he could feel ice creeping over his boots, but the chill didn't touch him. The deeper you entered Hell, the colder it was. Rumor was that the chill came from Lucifer's grace that seeped out from the cage but no one was really able to confirm that.

And closer to the middle, or what seemed and was considered the middle, was Azazel and Dagon, as well as their mom and Meg. Coming to them, yet keeping a respective distance, he stopped and bowed his head in respect, sneaking a quick glance towards his mom.

Mary smiled at him, trying to be reassuring but her smile quickly faded when she saw that he was alone.

Not just without Cain, but without Sam too.

"You returned quicker than we thought you would." Azazel stated. Dean quickly moved his head back forward, keeping it bowed. "And yet...alone. Did Cain kill Sam?"

"No. Cain told him to remain at his place, he sent me alone." Dean answered. He tightened his grip on the Colt and the note. "And he-"

"And he refused to come, that much we already figured. But we had such high hopes for you boys." Dagon said with a fake sigh before she smirked, pushing off of whatever it had been she was leaning against, he had no idea what to call the things that were created down here. "We told you to return with the Colt and Cain."

"We got the Colt and Cain-"

"You do need to understand just what the severity of this request was, don't you Dean?" Dagon injected. "Or did you think it was just a simple chore? So simple that you didn't feel the need to complete more than half of it?"

"Cain-"

"Doesn't want to come back, yes, yes, he's made that clear." Dagon said, rolling her eyes. "But you were told to do whatever it took to bring him back. And yet...you failed."

"The Knight-"

"What a pity, you two were such high hopes of ours and so talented, so many possibilities from both of you." Dagon said, slowly stepping closer to him. "And yet...such failures."

"Cain-"

"Now, what do we do to-" Dagon started to say.

"Dagon for the Love of the Pit, be quiet." Azazel finally interrupted. "The boy has been trying to say something for the last three minutes but apparently you and Asmodeus have more things in common than I thought, you both love the sound of your own voices."

Dagon paused and slowly turned to look at him. "Excuse you?"

Azazel raised an eyebrow at her. "Be quiet, stop your yammering, and let him talk." he told her. "I know these boys better than you and if they weren't able to do something, there is a good enough of a reason for it." he turned to Dean. "Speak and be quick about it."

"Cain gave us a note to give to you but he only wanted me to deliver it, Sam remained behind." Dean said as quickly and precisely as he could. He held the note and the Colt out. "We managed to find the Colt, it had been in the hands of a hunter and then vampires. We already tested it to make sure, we used a bullet on one of the vampires. It is the Colt and I don't know what Cain's message says, he told me not to look at it."

"Bring both here."

Dean immediately moved, holding both things out in front of him for Azazel to take. His grandfather took them from him, examining the Colt first, turning it around in his hand.

"Well, at least one part is done." Azazel said, putting the Colt into his jacket pocket and patting it. He took the note from Dean and opened it, staring down at what was written.

"Well? Is it worth the insubordination? The inability to do a simple request that we asked for?" Dagon asked sarcastically.

Wordlessly Azazel refolded the note and handed it to her. Snatching it from his hand she opened and looked down, eyes widening when she read it. She brought it closer to her face and reread it.

"What does this mean?" she demanded, looking up at Dean and then at Azazel. "What does he mean?"

"It means...exactly what you think." Azazel answered, staring at Dean. Dean swallowed hard and fought the urge to fidget. "And you don't know what's written here?"

Dean shook his head, feeling his heart beating rapidly in his chest, audible in his ears over the rush of his blood.

Azazel nodded slowly, looking at Dagon. "Alright." he said simply. "What else did Cain tell you?"

"He said to come back after meeting with you." Dean said. "I was going to anyway, Sams still there."

"Why is Sam still there?"

"Cain told us to. He said that I was the one to deliver everything and Sam was to remain behind." Dean said. "I don't know why or what they're doing."

He hoped that Sam was okay.

"Fine." Azazel said, tapping the Colt in his jacket pocket once more. "Alright." He turned to look at Mary. "Well, Mary dear, your boys did their job so, why don't you spend some time with them? Catch up on Earth and everything you've missed."

Mary blinked at that, moving slowly as if she wasn't sure what Azazel had said. "You're sure?"

"Of course, we said that once they completed their jobs then you can go with them, you needed to heal and you have." Azazel said, waving his hand. "Go, I'm sure they missed you."

Mary hesitated, staring at Azazel for a moment longer, before she crossed the rest of the distance completely, going to Dean and immediately wrapping her arms around him. Dean did the same, holding onto one another tightly.

"You two are dismissed, as always be prepared to answer a summons." Azazel said, watching Dean carefully.

Azazel watched his grandson and daughter leave, going back to Cain apparently, and then looked back down at the note in Dagons hands. Her hands were shaking and he could hear her teeth grinding. If there was one demon that could order them around, it was Cain simply because they couldn't kill him.

"Let the mother go."

"You want me to create more Knights?"

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.

"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."

------------------------------------

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?"

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.

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."

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.

"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.

“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.