Whats up you sexy mothertruckers? I recently got a game system and have been playing Outlast the last two days(almost done with the first game, cuz I suck at playing video games rn) and I might, maybe, I don't know yet, start doing Outlast x Readers. Now that I can say that I've(am) played it and have(still am) experienced the wonderful terror Outlast has to offer. Soo yeah....Just wanted to put that out there

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Episode: Season 2 Episode 14

Part: 4

Key:

(M/n) = Male Name

(L/n) - Last Name

(D/n) = Demon Name

(N/n) = Nickname

WARNING: Death, swearing, boy x boy, some triggering stuff. This is Supernatural, everything happens in this show/fandom

Enjoy~!

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~Warehouse. night still~

Dean fallowed the demon that was possessing his brother. Both were stalking each other through a din, crowded warehouse, each with a handgun. They never see each other directly, instead hiding stealthily behind piles and boxes and shouting at each other.

"So who are you?" Dean shouted.

"I got a lot of names."

"You've been in Sam since he disappeared, haven't you?"

"You shoulda seen your face when you thought he murdered that guy. Pathetic."

"Why didn't you kill me? You had a dozen chances."

"Nah, that would have been too easy. Where's the fun in that? You see, this was a test. Wanted to see if I could push you far enough to waste Sam. Should've known you wouldn't have the sack. Anyway. Fun's over now."

"Why take (M/n)? He has nothing to do with what Sam is."

"He might not be, but torturing (D/n) was fun, and a bonus to this."

"Well, I hope you got your kicks. 'Cause you're gonna pay hell for this, I'm gonna make sure of that."

"How? You can't hurt me. Not without hurting your little brother." Dean put his gun away and got out the flask of holy water. "See, I think you're gonna die, Dean. You and every other hunter I can find. One look as Sam's dewey, sensitive eyes? They'll let me right in their door."

~With (M/n) and Jo~

The two were talking about Dean.

"Well...I think he has more of a chance with you then me." Jo said.

The demon stayed silent for a little bit. "I wouldn't quite say that. I mean, yeah I'm with him a lot more, but I'm a demon. Others can find me easily. I can put Dean in danger more then you can. I'm just some disgusting creature from hell made to destroy this world." Jo put her hand on his shoulder, giving him a little smile, about to say something, but was stopped to a gunshot coming from outside.

"Dean!" The boy yelled, getting up and cringing.

"You need to rest, I'll go see what's going on." The girl said, pushing the demon to sit in the chair, who grumpily obeyed. He hated not being able to help.

Jo took her phone and a flashlight and runs out to the docks, walking fast through them. She called Dean, only getting his voicemail. Jo hung up the phone with a sigh of frustration and continues searching. Moments later she calls again, and this time hearing Dean's ringtone coming from below her, by the water. She ran down to where he was, lying unconscious at the bottom of a ramp.

"Dean! Dean!" He woke up with a groan, coughing. "Take it easy."

"Where's Sam? He asked, shuddering and groaning in pain.

"I don't know, I've been looking for you. Come on, get up." She helped him to stand, and he leans on her heavily, groaning, clutching his shoulder, as they walk back to the bar.

~Bar~

Dean was seated at the table that the other two were at, gripping the edge with his right hand as Jo dug the bullet out of his left shoulder from Sam shooting him. He groaned loudly.

"Don't be a baby!" Jo yelled.

"God!"

"Almost. All right, got it. Got it."

She dropped the bloodstained bullet in a glass of clear alcohol. (M/n) handed Dean a bottle of whiskey that he was drinking, who happily took it and took a few healthy swigs from the bottle.

"God, you're a butcher." The oldest said.

"You're welcome." The girl said sarcastically.

"All right, are we done?"

"Would you give me two minutes to patch you up? You can't help Sam if you're bleeding to death."

"Wish I was like you, (M/n). Heal fast and be immortal." Dean said.

"Yeah, cuz getting a bottle full of holy water forced down my throat felt wonderful." The demon grumbled, grabbing the bottle from the male and took a giant gulp of it.

"Yeah, cuz now I have to clean up a puddle of blood and buy more whiskey." Jo said, looking at the demon, like a mother would at her son when he got caught taking a cookie from the cookie jar.

"Sorry." He smiled nervously.

~Later on the road~

It's raining as Dean was driving down a dark starch of road, he dials a number on his cell. Not getting anywhere with that, he hung up and sighs. "Dammit."

"Sam's there already." The demon said.

~House~

Sam walked slowly up the steps to the house and knocks on the door. The door opened to reveal Bobby, who grinned and laughed with pleasure. "Sam!"

"Hey, Bobby." Sam bared his teeth in a smile.

"It's been a while." Sam grinned sheepishly. "Well, come on."

Sam entered slowly, glancing at the ceiling, and Bobby shut the door behind them. They walk together into the man's study, which is dimly lit and covered wall to wall with stacks of book and papers.

"So what brings you?"

"Working a job nearby, and thought I'd stop in and say hey."

"Well, where's Dean and that nice boy, (M/n)?"

Sam laughed. "Their holed up somewhere with an twelve pack."

Bobby goes into the back room. Sam, who was left alone, eyes the ceiling again. Bobby returns with a beer in each hand, handing one to the young Winchester.

"Well, it's good to see you." Raising his bottle. "To John."

"To dad." They toast and swig the beer, Sam turning to look up at the ceiling again, as he swallows the beer he chokes suddenly, falling to his hands and knees, coughing and gagging painfully. Bobby sipped his beer, unconcerned.

"What'd you do?!"

"A little holy water in the beer. Sam never would have noticed. But then, you're not Sam are you. Don't try to con a con man." He slammed his fist into Sam's face, knocking him out.

Later, the demon in Sam found itself tied to a chair, and under the same Devil's trap that was used on Meg's demon.. Dean smacked him in the face to wake him.

"Hey." Dean said. Sam looks up to see the painted Devil's Trap.

"Dean. Back from the dead. Getting to be regular thing for you, isn't it? Like a cockroach."

"How about I smack that smartass right out of your mouth? Or I can let (M/n) play with you for a little bit." Sam's eyes looked over at the smirking demon, sitting on a desk on the other side of the room, playing with a pocket knife.

"Oh, careful, now. Wouldn't want to bruise this fine packaging."

"Oh, don't worry, this isn't gonna hurt Sam much." Turns to pick up a bucket. "You, on the other hand...." Dean tossed a bucketful of holy water on Sam, who sizzled and roars. "Feel like talking now?"

"Sam's still my meat puppet. I'll make him bite off his tongue." Sam hissed.

"No, you won't be in him long enough. Bobby."

Bobby started reading in Latin.

"See, whatever bitch-boy master plan you demons are cooking up? You're not getting Sam. You understand me? Cause I'm gonna kill every one of you first." Dean said, talking over Bobby.

The demon in Sam struggled painfully, then throws back his head and laughs maniacally. Bobby cut off in surprised.

"You really think that's what this is about? The master plan? I don't give a rats ass about the master plan."

Bobby started again, continuing where he left off.

"Oops. Doesn't seem to be working. See, I learned a few new tricks." He lowers his head and begins growling in Latin. The fire behind him flares and the room shakes as he continues. (M/n) had got up and walked up to Dean, growling at the other demon.

"This isn't going like I pictured! What's going on?!"

Bobby saw the burn mark on Sam's forearm as Sam's demon continued to chant. "It's a binding like! It's like a lock! He's locked himself inside Sam's body!"

"What the hell do we do!?"

"I don't know!"

Sam threw back his head and screams, the shaking walls and ceilings begin to crack, break the protective circle. Sam's eyes were black as he lowered his head.

"There. That's better."

He jerked his head left, Bobby goes flying. He jerks his head right, Dean goes flying, landing heavily against the far wall. Dean flinched in pain from his shoulder. Sam grinned at the other demon, who's eyes were also black, and jerked his head up, making (M/n) slam into the wall behind him, sliding down the wall with a groan, dropping the knife. Sam ripped fee of the restraints and stalked over to (M/n), picking up the knife. Sam smirked and stabbed the knife into the demons leg, making him scream in pain. Then his attention went to Dean.

"You know when people want to describe the worse possible thing? They say it's like hell." Sam kneeled in front of Dean, fisting his left hand in the eldest's shirt and clocked him hard with a right jab. Dean grabbed onto Sam's shirt.

"You know there's a reason for that. Hell is like, um...." He hits Dean again. "Well, it's like hell. Even for demons. Just asked your little boyfriend over there." He hits him again, Dean was groggy and bleeding heavily from his nose. "It's like a prison, made of bone and flesh and blood and fear." He hits him again, then grabs Dean's head, holding it steady. "And you sent me back there."

"Meg." Dean sneered.

"No. Not anymore. Now I'm Sam." He hits him one more time, then digs his right thumb into Dean's bullet wound. "By the way. I saw your dad there, he say howdy." He digs further, Dean tried to pull Sam's hand away, groaning in pain. "All that I had to hold onto, was that I would climb out one day, and that I was going to torture you. Nice and slow. Like pulling wings off an insect." He shoved Dean's grasping hand away. "But whatever I do to you, it's nothing compared to what you do to yourself, is it? I can see it in your eyes, Dean. You're worthless. You couldn't save your dad, and deep down...you know that you can't save your brother. They'd have been better off without you."

Sam rears back to hit Dean again, but (M/n) grabbed his arm, flipped him over and slammed him in the ground, putting his foot on Sam's hand that had the burn mark. "I think you forgot who's the strongest demon here. Now Bobby!" Bobby presses a hot poker onto the mark on Sam's arm, he screams in pain. "Now get out!" (M/n) yelled, eyes black. Sam then screamed again as black demon smoke billows out of him and up the chimney. (M/n)'s eyes went back to normal, got off Sam and yanked the knife out of his leg. Dean pulled himself up painfully.

Sam came to himself, scrabbling and looking around in confusion, then grabs his arm in sudden pain.

"Sammy?"

"Did I miss anything?" Sam asked. Dean rears back and right hooks Sam in the cheek, then rolls his eyes and collapses. Sam grabbed his cheek in confusion.

"Bobby, you got strong alcohol?" The demon asked.

"Do I? Ha!" Bobby went to get the boy a drink.

~Later~

Sam was sitting at the table with an icepack on his arm, (M/n) next to him, drinking again, and next to him Dean groggily holding an icebag to his face.

"By the way, you really look like crap, Dean." Sa said cautiously.

"Yeah, right back atcha."

Bobby walked in slowly, looking concerned.

"What is it, Bobby?"

"You boys ever hear of a hunter named Steve Wandell?" He asked.

"Why do you ask?"

"Just heard from a friend. Wandell's dead. Murdered in his own house." Sam swallowed and looked down. "You wouldn't know anything about that."

"No sir, never heard of the guy." (M/n) said.

"(M/n)-" Sam started, but Bobby stopped him.

"Good. Keep it that way. Wandell's buddies are looking for someone or something to string up, and they're not going to slow down to listen to reason. You understand what I'm saying?"

"We better hit the road. If, uh, you can remember where we parked the car." Dean said.

"Here. Take these." He handed the brothers a small metal charm.

"What are they?"

"Charms. They'll fend off possession. That demon's still out there. This'll stop it from getting back in ya."

"That sounds vaguely dirty, but uh, thanks."

"You're welcome. You boys be careful now."

"You too." Sam smiles at Bobby. But Bobby looks back at him seriously.

"Also, thank you for the beer....I really needed that." (M/n) said, walking out. Perks of being a demon, you can drink all you want and not get shit-faced.

Bobby gently grabbed Dean's arm, who turned back around.

"Keep that boy. He's a keeper." Bobby smiled a bit.

Dean smiled. "Yeah, I planned on it.