-Rated MA for unrelated wincest, swearing, sexual abuse and rape.

-This is my very first story so feel free to leave constructive criticism!

-Thanks for reading!

Sam took another sip of his beer, his nerves settling a bit. The hunter had just captured a demon with help from the angel Castiel. It had been hard, damn hard. The son of a bitch was strong. If it wouldn't have been for Cas knocking him out using his angel mojo Sam wasn't sure they would've captured him. Now Sam was trying to get the courage to go in the interrogation room where the demon was stored.

Normally he'd be indifferent, his nerves not a problem, but the reason why he needed to get information from this demon still gave him nightmares. Horrible, sheets soaked with sweat, wake up screaming nightmares. Sam sighed and took another sip of his beer, his anxiety lessening again, he HAD to do this. It was his only lead, his only way of finding the fucker that was making his life a living hell, literally, making him consider... No, he couldn't think about that now. He stood and slowly walked through the bunker, towards the room where all his answers hopefully waited.

Dean woke suddenly, confused about why he was sitting in a chair. "What the hell..." He said gruffly. Then he remembered. Damn hunters! He had been sitting in a bar, chatting up the hot female bartender, when suddenly he felt someone touch his shoulder and he was transported here, to this massive place. A hideout for the hunter probably. The asshole had a damn angel helping him, otherwise he would've never caught Dean. Angels were the only things able to subdue him, knock him out with one touch. Freakin angels!

Although, by the looks of things this hunter obviously had no idea just how powerful a demon Dean was. He was sitting in a wooden chair with engraved handcuffs on his wrists, the chair sat smack in the middle of a devils trap. Poor clueless hunter!

The dumb ass had no idea that none of this crap worked on Dean since he wasn't a human possessed by a demon, he WAS the demon. His soul, his blood, every skin cell was pure demon. Well, kinda. He was half demon, half human. He had been born that way, as far as he knew he was the only one which was probably why the hunter had put all this useless crap on him. The hunter had no clue they were useless.

He smirked as he decided to let things play out, maybe have a little fun with the hunter, before he escaped. He needed to know why he had been captured anyway, depending on the reason he may have to kill the hunter. He didn't enjoy killing people like most demons, he was still part human after all, but he also didn't enjoy being harassed.

Shit like this could get old real damn quick if this guy was gonna be a stalker. He rolled his eyes and sighed in boredom, slouching in his chair. Where was the damn guy anyway? Dean had been awake for around half an hour already. Just as he was contemplating making some noise to let the hunter know he was awake he heard footsteps and smiled, laughing to himself. This was gonna be fun.

Sam opened the door slowly, his beer still in hand. He kept his gaze on the floor timidly as he walked through the room to the small table with his equipment, cursing himself for being a coward. He knew better than this but couldn't help himself. The trauma he had been through with Lucifer in the pit had changed him in ways that he hated. Of course, it didn't help that Lucifer's pet was tormenting him in his sleep with nightmares of... He went rigid as he felt a wave of anxiety and took a big swig from his beer.

He exhaled and set it on the table next to the instruments of torture in front of him. He could feel the demons eyes on him, damn thing was probably sensing his weakness. Perhaps he should've let Cass do this... No. He needed to do this. This was his problem, not Castiel's. He picked up his demon killing knife and turned towards the demon, hesitantly meeting his eyes, "Where is Zepar?" He asked softly. At least he didn't flinch and his voice didn't shake at the name of his tormentor.

Dean stared sharply at the hunter, the guy was the most nervous hunter he'd probably ever seen. Interesting. "What the hell do you want with Zepar?" The demon Zepar was annoying at best to Dean but he hadn't done anything to warrant killing him. Yet.

Sam couldn't help himself, he turned away and flinched as the demon in the chair spoke the name, hoping the demon hadn't noticed. "None of your business. Where is he?" He demanded strongly, pissed with himself that he showed weakness during a frickin interrogation!

Dean narrowed his eyes. He had seen the flinch. Huh. "Maybe I'll tell you if you tell me why you want him." He said, his eyes watching the hunters every move. Why was the hunter so nervous, he wondered? For all he knew Dean was helpless, yet the hunter was wary and jumpy. Interesting.

Sam turned sharply and glared at the demon, letting his anger take hold. Anger was better than weakness. "Tell me or I'll hurt you, black eyes!" He snapped, placing the demon killing knife inches from the demons face.

Dean smirked at the hunters turn of pace. This was better, this he understood. "You can try, bitch, but I can't promise to play nice if you do."

Sam winced at the word bitch, forcing his rush of anxiety at the triggering word to turn to anger. He stabbed the demon in the shoulder with the knife. "Where... Is... Zepar?" Sam snarled through his teeth.

Dean gritted his teeth and inhaled as his eyes turned black, that knife fucking hurt! He glanced at the writing on it. What the hell? It could kill demons, kill him. Shit! He broke through the cuffs and grabbed the knife handle, yanking it out of his shoulder.

Fuck, that hurt! He threw the hunter against the wall using his demon powers. He repaired his shoulder quickly as he looked over the knife and smirked up at the taller hunter, "Playtimes over, bitch." He said, humor in his strong voice as his eyes turned back to normal color.

Sam gasped as he was thrown against the wall, his feet no longer touching the floor. He tried to move, fighting as hard as he could, but failed. He shied at the word bitch and cursed himself. Of all the times to show weakness! Shit, what was this thing?! "What the hell... What are you?!" He gasped.

Dean smirked as the hunter flinched and spoke with fear in his eyes. He walked slowly to the hunter and lowered him until his feet laid flat on the floor. As he reached the hunter he got in his space, his face a few inches away. He smirked and let his eyes turn black again as he said, "Your worse nightmare... Bitch."

Sam could feel goosebumps of fear raise on his arms at the close proximity of the demon. He shuddered in fear, throwing his head to the side as the demon said the word bitch again. Sam gasped softly at his black eyes. He was screwed, so damn screwed! Castiel wasn't due back until tomorrow. He was stuck here with this demon until then, at his mercy. "Shit" he breathed softly.

Dean laughed quietly at the hunter, his eyes still black, "Oh don't say that baby. We can have tons of fun before I leave. You really shouldda asked around a bit before you captured me. Your mistake, my fun." He said, smiling at the hunter.

Sam cowered and tensed. No no no, this couldn't happen again! His breath rate picked up as he found a burst of courage and looked into the demons eyes, "What are you?" He asked softly.

Dean could see the fear in the hunters eyes as he spoke, could see his weakness. "I'm the son of a demon and a human, dumb ass." He smirked cockily.

Sam's eyes widened a fraction. He had only heard rumors of such a creature. Now he knew why nothing had worked to hold the demon. "Fuck." He breathed softly, realizing just how screwed he was.

Dean, with a flip of his hand, turned the hunter around in the blink of an eye, his face pressed against the wall. He tucked the demon killing knife behind his back in his belt and slowly pressed himself against the hunter, letting him feel his hard on. Before he left he had to be sure the guy was intimidated enough to leave him alone. He wouldn't hurt him, just spook him. Damn this was gonna be fun, the hunter was hot. Annoying, but hot.

"You read my mind pretty boy.", He breathed softly into the hunters ear as his hands snaked up the hunters rib cage roughly. Damn, the guy was hard, yet soft. Too bad he was a hunter, otherwise they might actually have some fun. Consensual fun, of course. Despite his now black eyes, Dean wasn't like other demons. He had never raped anybody, never would, and wouldn't be touching the hunter now if he didn't need to make sure the hunter would leave him be. It was either this or kill him. Dean chose this.

Sam's breath whooshed out of him as he was quickly flipped around. He suddenly felt the demon behind him, his erection pressed against him. Sam's anxiety quickly began to build, his heart racing in fear. This felt all too familiar to him. He squeezed his eyes shut as the demon ran his hands roughly over his ribs and up his six pack and chest. He whimpered softly as sweat started pouring down his face and body in fear.

Dean ran his hands down the hunters chest, feeling his abs and stomach, before running one hand over the hunters ass. He squeezed one ass cheek as he released the hunters body from his demonic hold. He raised the hunters arms above his head with one strong hand, his body pressed hard against him, "Damn, you are one fine piece of ass, boy." He groaned into the hunters ear.

Sam gasped and winced as he felt the demon grab his ass. He felt himself relieved from the demons hold only to quickly have his arms forced above his head, the demon holding both wrists in one strong hand. Sam tried to yank his arms out of the demons hold and flung his head back, going for a head butt, his eyes wild with fear and desperation.

Dean felt the hunter struggle and chuckled as the man threw his head back in a pathetic attempt to head butt him. Dean grabbed the hunters head in one hand, the mans wrists in his other hand, and slammed his head into the wall. "Nice try baby. You ain't gettin away that easy."

Dean ground his hips into the hunters ass and slowly brought his hand down the hunters neck, back, and snaked his hand over the hunters soft stomach before grabbing the hunters crotch. The demon chuckled when he felt the hunter was semi hard through his jeans. "This feel good boy? You gonna tell all your hunter friends about how a demon got you up?" Dean chuckled again.

Sam couldn't think, couldn't breathe, his head hurt and for a second he saw stars. He whimpered and jumped as the demon groped him. "Stop, don't do this! You don't h-have to do this!" He stuttered pathetically, tears beginning to form in his eyes.

Dean smirked and slowly stroked the hunters crotch, making him hard. "Oh I know. I WANT to, baby. You captured me, you were gonna torture me. Kill me. I could be doing much worse than makin you my bitch." He bit the hunters shoulder hard enough to leave marks.

Sam whimpered as he felt himself get hard. His damn body was betraying him, yet again. He shied at the demons words and tensed as the demon bit him, whining softly at the pain which only made his traitorous body get harder. He couldn't contain his emotions anymore as he started shaking violently, tears falling out of his fear filled eyes.

He felt his legs weaken and buckle as he fell to his knees on the floor and stayed there, his forehead against the wall. His hands stayed above his head, resting on it. He stayed there, shivering violently, tears quietly falling out of his eyes as he waited for the demon to finish what he started.

Dean felt the hunter start shaking and took a step back, ready to halt another struggle or attack as he felt the hunter drop himself. Except... The hunter stayed on the ground, on his knees. What the hell? Dean stared at the hunter with a confused expression on his face.

It was odd enough when the hunter begged him but this was just... He couldn't come up with the right word. "Uh, hey dude. What the hell are you doin?" He asked with a slight laugh in his voice as he touched the mans shoulder.

Sam cowered and jerked away from the contact reflexively, a sob escaping him. He was so damn pathetic. He should've known better than to do this. He should've taken Castiel's offer and let him do the interrogation. Now it was gonna happen to him again because he was too weak, too pathetic. Lucifer was right, he was useless. Good for one thing only, and this was it. Being a demons whore. A demons bitch.

He couldn't contain his tears as he mentally tore himself apart, another sob escaped his lips. "Just get it over with," he cried softly, "All I ask is that when you're done... You kill me." He ended on a whisper, tears running down his cheeks.

Dean's eyes widened a bit as the man started sobbing. The hunters words ran through him and he stepped back in shock, his eyes flickering back to normal color. "Kill you? What the hell... I'm not gonna do shit to you!" He raised his voice as he spoke, still in a bit of shock. What the hell was going on with this guy?!

Sam finally raised his head and glanced back at the demon, "Yeah right, like you weren't working up to r-r-raping me. Just get it over with, I can't take it anymore." He sobbed.

Dean stared at the hunter as he took a few steps back, giving the man some space to hopefully show he wouldn't hurt him. Dean had to admit, he was kinda hurt at the accusation. Yeah he had screwed with the guy, but only because he didn't want to kill him!

"I ain't gonna hurt you, okay? And I damn sure ain't gonna kill you!" Dean glared and snapped at the guy, his weakness making Dean uncomfortable. He wasn't good with shit like this.

Sam turned around and sat on the ground, holding his legs to his chest, his back pressed against the wall. He stared at the floor in front on him as his mind started to shut everything out as a reaction to the stress. Sam let himself fall into the peaceful feeling of his mind shutting down, wishing he was anywhere but here. He barely heard the demons words and felt a pang of disappointment as the demon said said he wouldn't kill him. Of course, with Sam's shitty luck he would capture the one demon in the world that wouldn't delight in killing a hunter!

Dean stared intently at the hunter, watching as his eyes went from fear filled to blank. Maybe dead would be a better word. Dean snapped his fingers at the hunter a few time, "Hey, dude. You in there?" He said questioningly. "HEY!" He shouted, the hunter gave no reaction. "Well this is just friggin great." He said softly to himself. He slowly walked up to the guy and touched him. The man didn't shy away like usual. "Hey bitch, you home?" He said gruffly, looking for the usual flinching reaction.

"Shit." He snapped as he got no reaction. Dean looked around the room and walked to the door, opened it and looked out. Were there other hunters here? The angel, maybe? This kid needed somebody. "Hey, I think I broke your buddy." He shouted down the hall, listening to the echo, "Anybody here?" He shouted louder. "Shit." He snapped to himself as he got no answer after a few minutes.

He looked back at the hunter, who was still off in la la land. He considered leaving him here but quickly decided against it. This was his fault and the human side of him felt damn awful that he had done this. "SHIT!" He yelled to himself. He walked up to the hunter and gently slapped his face. After getting no reaction he picked him up, the guy was heavier than he looked.

Dean carried him through the house until he found a bedroom and laid the hunter on the bed. He glanced around the room, noticing how blank it was. It resembled a hotel room, no photos or anything. Typical hunter. He strolled back through the house until he found a wooden chair. He grabbed it and brought it back in the room.

He shut the bedroom door and placed the chair in the corner of the room near the door. He pulled the demon knife out from his belt and leaned back in the chair as he looked it over. "Where in the hell did you get this, hunter?" He asked softly, mostly to himself since the hunter was still 'gone'. He looked at the man on the bed as he tucked the knife back in his belt.

As Dean sat there waiting for the hunter to wake up he tried think of why the hunter would act like he did, well was. He thought back to a bar he had gone to a few years back, there had been this one woman that had acted a lot like this hunter. She had been nervous all night, glancing over her shoulder like she was expecting someone to walk up behind her and kill her. Dean knew she hadn't been a demon, he could sense his kind, but he still kept an eye on her.

As the night went on a male patron drunkenly placed a hand on her shoulder and she had flipped out, screaming, shaking, crying, just like the hunter except she gave more of a show. After an ambulance arrived she kept saying she was sorry, that she had PTSD from being... No damn way. Dean snapped out of the memory and looked sharply at the hunter. Had he been... No. No way. Could he?

Dean got up and walked to the hunter, staring him in his still 'gone' dead eyes, "Were you... Raped?" He asked softly, horror in his voice.