#random demon

DAMN, Viktor. That’s a pretty big gun for a kid.  

This scenario popped into my head as soon as I saw this reindeer boy, so I was hoping no one else asked for him first! I was in luck! 

Thank you again, @angiewolf09 for the adorable reindeer boy. He’s Rushi’s new little brother. I named him Viktor, meaning Conqueror. =D 

Quote said by Cal (from Doubletake) and belongs to Rob Thurman!! 

Viktor’s character design belongs to @angiewolf09 !!

And they meet again! Would they get along?

The answer is yes

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Title: Still My Ticklish Little Brother Fandom: Supernatural Characters: Sam, Dean, random Demon possessing Sam Summary: Ticklish!Sam; When a demon possess Dean’s younger brother, he has the perfect way to make the little shit talk. For: @tinylittlelee

Original Prompt: Could you do one where Sam somehow gets possessed by a demon and dean decides to interrogate the demon by tickling it knowing it’ll tickle sam too

A/N: Okay i have three more to do + a couple weeks ago someone asked for a Sonny Verse headcannon? I wrote it but tumblr deleted it so I’ll work on that too *thumbs up*

Dean felt partially guilty for tying Sam up so tight that when he moved, the ropes rubbed into his skin and made red abrasions on his arm. But, the other part of him that didn't care started back at his little brother, unnerved by the pair of black glittering eyes staring back.

“Dean, lemme go...Come on Dean, this isn't funny!” The demon said in Sam’s voice. And not only in Sam’s voice but Sam’s little brother voice that always got him what he wanted as a child and sometimes as an adult. Dean pushed that away, trying to ignore when the demon’s eyes went back to Sam‘s hazel color.

“Who are you and why are you in my brother?” Dean growled.

“Ohhh, I like the dirty qualities to that,” The demon smirked, tilting Sam’s head and baring his teeth.

Dean felt anger well in his chest and glare, “I’m not gonna ask again, who are you and why are you possessing Sam?”

“He’s fun,“ It shrugged nonchalantly. “And really tall. I like that.”

“Do you think this is a game?” Dean snarled, grabbing the demon by the front of the shirt.

“Ah Ah ahhh! Can’t hurt me, Deano. You don't wanna hurt you’re baby brother now would ya?”

“Hurt you? Oh, I’m not gonna hurt you,” Dean smirked, fingers digging into Sam’s hips quickly.

His brother’s body jerked, loud surprised laughter soon following.

“AH! Ahahaha whahaht ahahare you dohohoing?!”

“You may be in Sam’s body, but I’m his big brother and I know all of Sam’s weak spots, including this one!” Dean smugly raked up and down Sam’s ribs, relishing in the shocked squeal and chocked cackles.

“Stahahahap! Nohoho mohohore! I’ll tehehehell yohohou!”

“Promise to tell me the truth?”

“Yehehehes!”

“The whole truth?”

“Ohoho my-YEHEHES!”

“Hmmm,” Dean hummed. “I’m not convinced. I think I need to go to the tummy.”

“Fuck! Noho! Go awahahay go AHAHAWAHAHAHAY AHAHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHO!” The demon threw it’s head back, hysterical giggling and panting escaping Sam’s mouth. His wrists started bleeding from the struggle as he tried escaping Dean.

“Awww, ticklish tummy? Are you suuuuure you wanna stay inside there?”

The demon was still cackling and eyes looked to Dean desperately.

“LEHEHEMME GOHOHO IM SOHOHORRY FUHUHUCK PLEHEHEHEASE!”

“Tell me who you are!”

“IHIHI’M AHAHAARON! AHAHA I WOHOHORK FOHOHOR CROHOHOWLEY!”

“Why are you possessing my brother? Did he make you?” Dean swirling a finger into the Demons belly button, smirking as he screamed, tugging harder on his arms.

“HEHEHE’S FOHOHOUND THEHE FIHIHIRST BLAHAHADE!”

“And he couldn't tell me this himself?” Dean huffed, the familiar anger burning in his gut.

“PLHEHEHEASE THAHAT’S AHAHALL I KNOHOHW AHAHAHA STAHAHAP TOHOHORTURING MEHEHE!” 

Dean tickled Sam’s body, getting his armpits and neck, before stopping and letting the demon ooze out of Sam.

“Tell Crowley if he fucking does this shit again, I’m gonna come after him,” Dean threatened as he checked on a panting Sam. The mist disappeared in a hurry, leaving the two brothers alone.

“Geez, he hurt you,” Dean muttered, holding Sam’s wrist. Sam looked up at Dean and smiled vaguely.

“I hate when you play Tickle Monster.”

“Liar. C’mon, Giggles. Let’s go get you cleaned up.”