Homeless (BoyxBoy)(Original)

Just another... Demon

GOD DAMN!! IT WAS SO FUCKING HARD TO GET THAT PICTURE ON HERE... FIRST OF ALL I EDITED THIS MYSELF (yay me right?) AND IT WOULDN'T FUCKING LET ME PUT IT ON THE PHOTO BAR. THEN WHEN I FINALLY GOT IT UP THERE, IT WOULDN'T LET ME POST IT BECAUSE I DIDN'T HAVE AN HTTP:// THING IN FRONT OF IT. SO I THOUGHT I COULD CHEAT THE SYSTEM AND PUT ONE IN FRONT OF IT AND EVERYTHING WOULD BE FINE AND DANDY, (Not that I have done similar things before *cough cough* what are you talking about?")  THEN IT FUCKING WORKED AND I WAS ALL CHEERY AND SHIT, BUT THEN THE PHOTO WOULDN'T FUCKING LOAD SO EVENTUALLY AFTER LIKE TEN MINUTES OF TRYING, I GAVE UP AND PASTED IT ONTO THE ACTUAL THING, SORRY IF IT'S TOO BIG BUT I COULDN'T BE BOTHERED TO FIND OUT HOW TO SHRINK IT SOOO BOOM!! AWESOME POSSESSED BRENT AND ALL HIS HOT GLORY, I hope you enjoy this chapter.

Brent's P.O.V

How does someone describe being possessed by a demon, is it pleasant, no I wouldn't say that, is it fun, nah that's not it, is it like gouging your eyes out with spoons over and over again, yeah that might cover it. Whoever this demon is, that is high-jacking my body, is not gentle with me, but then again what am I to expect of a demon. She has a method of torture that is anything but kind, I read online what it feels like, and most say it feels like their sleeping, but no, she tortures me with memories of my past that I have long tried to forget, things that are always haunting my every waking moment. As this all is happening, my screams echoing in the depths of my own mind, she acts like me on the outside world, she is trying to kill Sam and Dean. I still don't know why she is using me, they just met me, why use me to get to them? All I know is I will fight, I will fight with everything I have to kick this bitch out of me. I won't let her harm them, I won't, never... going to let that happen.

I honestly don't know how it happened, it was like a switch went off and I was in control, but I could feel her taking it back. looking around in a panic I look for Dean, "DEAN I NEE..."

That was all I got out when I was slammed back into my mind, only the echoing laughter of the demon to mock me of my failure.

Dean's P.o.V... Third Person.

Dean heard his shout from the other room and immediately got up from his chair and ran towards Brent, "Brent what's going o..."

Looking around all Dean sees is Brent sitting calmly on the couch, Brent simply stared as Dean looked around confused, "Something wrong Dean?"

Even more confused Dean looks around the room, completely missing Brent's evil smirk. "I thought I heard you yell."

"Oh I did, I wanted you to come in here so I could ask you to get me a glass of milk, after all my leg is still hurt."

A small smile makes it's way to Brent's face and Dean immediately thinks Brent is being an asshole. "Get up and do it yourself, you have been walking fine on your own for the last week."

"But my leg hurts now, and light some more incense I am starting to smell the death in the house, not to mention your BO."

Dean groans at the thought of more incense, and is slightly miffed about the jab at him. "Do we really have to light ore of those things, it smells like a fairy threw up in here already, and for your information, I do not stink, its you who stinks."

"Really Dean, that's the best comeback you can think of?"

Dean's face flushes, "shuddup, I'll be right back with your milk."

Turning around he walks into the kitchen, not even realizing that Brent is following close behind him.  "Hey Dean, when's Sam gonna get back from the nest?"

Dean jumps and turns around, "You seriously followed me in here, I thought you said your leg hurts."

Laughing, Brent places a hand on Dean's shoulder, "Nah, I was just giving you shit, but I wouldn't argue if you got me a glass of milk anyway."

Sighing Dean opens the fridge and pulls out the gallon of two percent milk, "Sam should be back in a little while, he's just cleaning up the rest of the vampire's nest."

"Isn't that dangerous, he could get hurt."

Dean almost turned and glared at the fake concern leaking out of Brent's voice, but then he got a whiff of something familiar. Turning around he sets the glass down in front of Brent who is sitting on a bar stool on the other side of the counter, "He'll be fine, there was only two left. He can handle himself."

Brent smiles and takes a sip of the milk and sets it down, "That's good, I'm glad that the nest is finally gone."

Sniffing, Dean looks towards Brent. "Hey Brent, how are you feeling?"

Brent seemed to struggle with the answer when suddenly it was like a switch went off, and suddenly the calm and collected Brent is replaced with a terrified one, "DEAN THERE IS A DEMON IN ME!!"

Jumping away from Brent, Dean barely has time to move before he's thrown into another room. He crashes onto a table and it collapses underneath him, he lets out a groan and turns over onto his back. He sits up and looks at Brent, or whatever is possessing him and sighs, "Was any of it real, or did you possess him recently?"

Chuckling evilly Brent smirks, "Dean Dean Dean, I can't believe you didn't notice it. I've been in him since you brought him back from the hospital, it is so fucking hard to separate you boys and when I finally get the chance, Brent goes and ruins it. He's a lot stronger then he realizes, I've never possessed a human that could fight through a possession."

Dean's stomach sinks, "So he's not human?"

The demon smirks, "Oh no, he's human, just different. I can't put my finger on it, why Dean? Do you care about this man?"

Dean doesn't answer, he simply glares at the demon who is smirking. "Ah well, I guess if he doesn't mean anything to you, you wouldn't mind if I..."

The demon crouches down and picks up a broken table leg, he brings it up over his head and Dean can't help but shout when the demon brings down the wooden stake. "No don't, don't kill him... "

A crashing sound echoes through the house as the front door slams open to reveal Sam, who's holding a jar of Holy Water. "Not gonna happen Sammy boy."

Waving a hand, the holy water jar is thrown across the room and shatters against a wall, and Sam is thrown to a wall and held there. "How did you figure it out, cause Dean just..."

The demon sighs and looks over at Dean, who is smirking and holding a phone up with Sam's face still on the screen. "You're right, we are hard to separate, we're even harder to keep apart when the other is in trouble."

"Well then, I guess we'll just have to continue this at a later date."

With that the demon vanishes from the room, taking Brent with him and releasing Sam and Dean from his invisible hold. Dean stands up and looks at Sam with a confused look, "What do we do now?"

Sam looks around and sighs, "I guess we have to find him, take on cases on the way. But we are not gonna leave him to be possessed, we kinda owe him... a lot."

Dean groans and rubs a hand through his hair, "Yeah we do don't we? I just want to know one thing, how the hell did he resist his possession?"

I hope you liked this chapter my Demons and Warriors, I honestly have a great idea how I want this story to go, and I really hope I can capture it the right way. Now tell me what you think about this story being a DeanxOC, both are damaged and deal with it in different ways. Tell me how you would want me to start their relationship, how you think it should end or maybe not end at all, I want all the opinions, give me them opinions cause they help me become a better writer. Anyway, until next time my Demons and Warrior, goodnight or good-morning.