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Summary: Dean hates all demons especially the Yellow Eyed Demon who killed his mother. So why does he feel differently when he meets Sam? Is Sam a demon or something more? Boys Unrelated. Dean is 19 and Sam is 15. Told from Dean's POV

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural :'(

Warnings: Language and graphic sex (later chapters)

Chapter 1

Why the hell am I stuck here in this stupid house? Doesn't he know I'm not a friggin' kid anymore? Doesn't he know I wanna find that bastard demon who took mom, too? I hate my dad. I hate when he treats me like a fucking child. But I hate that damn demon more.

Dad had asked me to clean the house while he was gone. Who am I his friggin' maid? After cleaning the house. I settled on the couch to watch Dr. Sexy, MD. Two of my loves were Dr. Sexy, MD., and the impala. Just last year dad had given her to me for my birthday. I was pulled out of my thoughts by the rumble of my dad's truck and his voice calling me.

"Dean! Get your ass out here and help me!"

"Yes, sir," I called back.

I had gotten outside just in time to see my dad pull a kid outta the truck. I stood mesmerized. What was my dad doing with a kid and why was he in handcuffs? If I didn't know any better I would've said the boy was at least fifteen.

"Dean? What the hell are you staring at? Take this kid and put him in the basement. I'll be there as soon as I get the rest of the stuff."

Rest of the stuff? What stuff? And why the basement? It's full of Devil Traps.

"Dean? Are you listening to me?"

"Yes, sir. Sorry."

"Good."

I grabbed the boy by his arm and led him in the house and downstairs into the basement. Kid just kept his head down the whole time. I kinda felt bad for him. As I took him downstairs I wondered whether or not if I should try and talk to him and how would my dad feel if I did. As I led him into the devil's trap, I really was able to take a good look at him. He had shaggy brown hair that appeared a bit dirty and fell over his eyes. His clothes were dirty and tattered and by the way they hung loose on his body, you could tell that the boy was very thin. Probably from the lack of food. Knowing my dad, he probably didn't get much to eat. Although the boy kept his head down, which prevented me from seeing his face, he was shaking a little bit. Not enough to cause a whole lotta attention, but enough for me to see that he was scared. Something about that made me wanna brush the hair back from his eyes and tell him it's okay. I decided that I was gonna try and talk to him. Maybe find out what he's doing with my dad.

"Hey, kid, what's your name?" I asked.

He never looked up or answered me. I wondered again what dad was doing with a kid and why he wanted him in the basement. It didn't seem right. Just then dad came down the stairs.

"Dad, what's going on? Why do you have a kid?"

"Ah, Dean, this isn't just any kid. This here is a very special demon."

Demon? He's not serious, is he? "What do you mean?"

"Remember the Yellow Eyed Demon I was talking to you about? The demon that killed your mother?"

I nodded.

"Well, this kid is his son."

What? This kid was a demon? What kind of demon would stoop so low as to possess a child? But he looked like a regular kid to me. "Um, Dad? You sure this kid is a demon?"

Dad glared at me like who was I to question him? He walked over to his bag and took out a flask of holy water and splashed the kid with it. The kid screamed and writhed. I mean a full on body scream. His head dropped back and he let out the most horrendous scream that I jumped. He immediately fell to the ground. I swear I thought the demon was gonna escape, but nothing happened. And his body shook so bad. Suddenly I felt bad. Felt bad, for a demon? I thought to myself. I looked up and saw that the poor kid was shaking causing his shaggy hair to flop about like a girl's. His bangs moved from his eyes and I thought I would be able to see the color of his eyes, but of course he had his eyes clenched shut.

"Proof enough?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good because he's gonna help us. He's gonna tell us where his daddy is. Preferably without incentive, but if it comes to that…"

I sat on the basement steps and watched dad question and beat that poor kid. What? Why am I thinking like that? He's not a kid he's a demon. Honestly I didn't wanna be down there. I wanted to be upstairs watching TV or something else, but dad made it pretty clear I was to stay. So I stayed. He growled questions at the boy and splash holy water on him when it was clear that he wasn't gonna speak. When it was clear that dad wasn't gonna get anything out of the boy, I saw dad cut into him a few times and when that didn't work, he recited an exorcism. I wondered why he was reciting an exorcism knowing that the demon was just gonna go back to hell. I noticed that nothing happened except that the boy was screaming and crying and begging for my dad to stop.

"That's enough for now. Let's go get something to eat," dad said pulling me out of my thoughts.

"You sure it's safe to leave him here?" I asked.

"Dean, the basement is covered in Devil Traps. He's not going anywhere," dad said heading up the stairs and I followed.

"Yeah but if he is the Yellow Eyed Demon's son like you say, aren't you worried that he'll come looking for him?" I asked.

"Not really."

Dad didn't seem the least bit worried if the Yellow Eyed Demon showed up. I, on the other hand, kinda was. I wanted to be there to kick his sorry ass if he showed up. I got in the passenger seat of my dad's truck and he drove to a diner up the street. He led me to a table and sat across from me facing the door. I was about to ask him another question when a waitress came over to take our order.

"What can I get you gentlemen?" She asked winking at me.

I looked up at her and saw that she was pretty cute with her red hair tied in a bun and a cute shirt that was trying to cover up how big her breasts were. Normally I would be all over that and flirting with her, but my heart and mind wasn't in it today, "I'll have a cheeseburger, fries, and a coke," I said.

The waitress nodded and wrote down my order and then turned to dad.

"I'll have the steak, fries, and a diet cola."

The waitress wrote down the order and nodded again and walked away clearly swaying her hips. Normally I would be glued to her ass, but not today.

"Dean, you alright, son?" Dad asked me with a worried expression on his face.

"Yeah, dad, I'm fine. Just exhausted that's all."

"You sure? I mean usually you are all over the waitresses."

"Yeah, I'm just not in the mood today."

"Well I know what will bring up your mood; we'll go to the bar across the street. Get you plastered."

I just shrugged halfheartedly.

After we left the bar I had to drive home because dad was so plastered. 'Celebratory drinks' he said. Whatever. When we got back to our small apartment, it took all the strength I had to drag my dad's ass into the house and into bed. After making sure my dad was tucked into bed, I headed toward my room, but stopped and gazed at the basement door. I stood there for about twenty minutes debating with myself. Should I go and talk to him? What would dad say if he found out? What if the boy doesn't talk to me? I really shouldn't do this. I should just leave well enough alone and go to bed. I headed toward my bedroom and stopped again right outside the door. Fuck it. I thought and headed toward the basement.

As I descended the stairs and turned on the light I saw the kid's head lift up and he started to shake. As I got closer I noticed he had hazel eyes and that Dad really did a number on him. But something seriously didn't sit right with me and I wanted to find out what it was. I noticed that he had a large gash on his neck. Before I could even think about it, I ran back upstairs and wet a washcloth with warm water. I headed back downstairs with the washcloth and peroxide. As I stepped into the devil's trap the kid whimpered and backed away.

"Easy, kid, I'm not gonna hurt you. I just wanna take care of that gash on your neck," I said dipping an end of the washcloth in the peroxide.

Poor kid looked so terrified but he let me clean his cuts. I tried to be as gentle as possible with him. I wanted to show him that I wasn't gonna hurt him. As soon as I was done cleaning the cuts I tossed the stuff outside the devil's trap and just sat there. We sat there staring at each other for about five minutes. I was hoping he would speak or something, but he never did he just put his head back down. So I decided to try and strike up a conversation.

"Hey, kid, you gotta name?" I asked.

The kid seemed to hesitate for a few minutes and then he put his head down. I wasn't going to quit.

"Are you really a demon? Cause it doesn't make sense how iron handcuffs, devil's traps and holy water worked on you but an exorcism and salt don't?"

Kid still didn't speak just stared at me with his beautiful hazel eyes. Whoa, Dean, where'd that come from? Really? Beautiful? I stared back at him hoping he'd say something. I wanted to hear his voice, but kid never spoke. After several minutes the boy put his head back down. I sighed and stood back up. I gave him one last glance as I headed back upstairs to bed.

TBC...

Oh just to let you know, I might switch around between character POVs a bit. But mainly this whole story will be told from Dean's POV