for un_love_you: #15 This is my desperation in action.

He always went back to her.

Deep in the night, hidden in the darkness, they always found each other. They eased one another's pains. Aches for forgetting soothed in one another.

It took him a long time until he realized that she had the power over him. In losing his brother, this demon had stepped in to guide him. He hated knowing that she held this power, but he had always been one that needed guidence. A lost compass, one pole burned away long ago in a fire in Palo Alto, and north was destroyed with the howling of hounds.

But here in the darkness, she offered direction. Her fingers in his hair guided him along this new path. Her voice whispered in his ear, showing him where to go, what to do. It was easier to handle every time. The pain was fading.

She would take care of him. Protect him. Stay with him when everyone else left him.

Lies he told himself.

But the way her legs wrapped around his waist - locking him against her tightly - he knew she was the one with the power here. She had him right where she wanted, each and every night, and he would follow her like the damned lost puppy he was.

The crossroad demon wouldn't take his soul. But Sam had given it to Ruby freely, not caring about the consequences...

As long as she never left him alone.

Happy Birthday Big Brother!

Warm Gun verse, aka demon!Sam. for Dean (jstliketherifle). Alec (smart_alec494) will be asked to join later

Sam knew it was Dean's birthday because he had Google calendar and it popped up a message to him that he had set back when he had been alive. Today was a big day.

Dean was going to be 30. 30! That was a big number because it wasn't them being in their twenties anymore even if Sam was really only 26 he felt older because of Hell but being 30 and adults and mid-life crises and...

He couldn't wait. He sat on the desk after Alec had left for his morning breakfast run, bouncing and just watching his brother. He wanted Dean to wake up so Sam could give him his present and sing and make him breakfast.

Well, it could be breakfast. It was really more just apple toaster strudels but they tasted like apple pie and Dean liked apple pie. And there was ice cream! And a card and a gift...

Finally, like the five year old he still acted like most of the time, he got off the desk and sat on Dean's bed, bouncing a bit. "Dean, are you awake yet?" he whispered.