Title: Mommy's Little Boys Chapter VII: Revelations

Pairing/Characters: Sam/Dean, Mary Winchester, Bobby Singer, demon, Castiel

Chapter Rating: PG-16

Chapter Summary: The demon has them in its power and chooses this time to break down the barriers they have each erected and reveal some damning secrets about each of them. Who's gonna save the day?

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Chapter VII: Revelations

"Well, well, well. A Winchester family reunion." Drawled the demon with Bobby's mouth. "All ya need is dear old dad and we could play happy families. But oh wait," the demon said, and pretended to think for a second before a smiled spread across Bobby's face, "Azazel set him alight. Guess we will just have to make do with what we've already got."

"Azazel?" Asked Dean as he paced around the caged area; more out of frustration than an effort to escape. Sam was staring at the demon inside of Bobby his face painted with shock, horror, and disbelief as Mary looked on, frightened, as she studied the archaic runes and symbols that kept them trapped.

"Yellow Eyes' name," she informed her son who had been out of the loop for a while. Dean nodded.

"Let us all get re-introduced!" The demon announced with glee, apparently board with taunting them with their fathers death already. It slowly turned around and using Bobby's eyes landed on Mary. "Mary Winchester. Mary Campbell. Of the Campbell hunters. I bet it stung when you realised the same demon that had killed your parents was the one who killed your husband and destroyed your family. But hey, that is the thing with deals, Mary, they always have strings. So, you raised your children to be exactly the type of people you wanted to run away from when you were younger. And it worked a little too well with Dean, didn't it? All that hate and vengeful wrath you had for yourself, you poured it into Dean until he was the perfect hunter. And then you looked at him and you saw the little boy who used to idolise his daddy and you see what you turned him into. Battle scarred and dead inside. Although come to think of it, that body's looking a little less scarred, Dean? Did he do that? Your Guardian Angel?"

A grotesque smile spread across the demons face as Dean froze. "What? Don't remember me? Aw, that hurts. And we spent so much time down in the Pit getting to know each other." The demon - who Dean was beginning to think had the attention span of a goldfish, turned to a shocked and pained Mary; "You would have been so proud of him!" It mocked. "He made so many friends during his time in Hell. In fact, lots of them miss you now. Because one pesky little angel came and stole our favourite toy and branded him like cattle." The demon's tone was bitter now with more than a hint of petulance. "Tell me, Dean. How does it feel to be marked?"

Dean gave the demon a twisted smile - after all if that was the worst it could do then he was gonna be fine. "Well, it feels a lot better than being groped by you."

He laughed as fury flickered across Bobby's face, but his laughter was short lived. The demon calmed down and it's voice rang out "the Boy King," it said, looking dead on at Sam who was still frozen in the same place. "Who would'a thunk it. Good ol' Sammy Winchester. Almost college graduate, almost fiancee, almost normal. But you were never normal, Sam." It whispered almost seductively at Sam. Dean watched in confusion and Mary in terror. "All that demon blood flowing through your veins is like poison to most people but to you its your ticket to the big game. Except mommy controls you. You're like a puppet. Mommy wants her favourite little boy to go to college and off he goes. When he comes back; mommy wants him not to contact big brother so he doesn't. Mommy doesn't want him to play with his big evil powers so he doesn't. Is there anything you do do that mommy doesn't know about?" The demon asked, as if it was a question when they could all see that the demon already knew the answer. "I mean, besides from fucking your brother. You know you are a seriously flawed individual, Sam."

"Tell me it's not true!" Mary burst out in sheer horror. Dean's face was devoid of all blood and his hands were shaking.

Sam didn't look in her direction. Instead an unearthly calm fell upon him and he stared at the demon with an intensity that scared Dean a little. Sam's hands turned to fists, his nose started bleeding and the demon started choking. Oh God! Powers.

Dean was frozen in shock. He knew he should do something - stop him, help him, or anything! But then the demon quit choking. Just stopped like it was never having any trouble. It clapped with Bobby's hands and winked at Mary but when it spoke it was to Sam. "Well done. You've got quiet a bit of power, there kid. But what you failed to understand was that these little markings; they only work because of your demon blood so when you use your powers it strengthens them and now nothing outside that little area of yours is affected by your powers. Neat huh. And Dean and Mary are only trapped with you because they share some of your blood. The clean stuff only, obviously, but it's enough to trick the sigils into keeping them inside as well."

So was this it? Was this the moment that the Winchester family died? Wiped out? Ended. Dean found himself more than a little disappointed. What, no apocalypse? No going out with a bang? Just being slaughtered in a cage like animals.

While Dean was contemplating all the methods in which he could have a more... heroic death, the room slowly brightened, filling with light until it hurt. "Close your eyes," a familiar voice whispered and Dean obeyed instantly. But despite Castiel's clear warning Dean couldn't help but peek. Whet he saw shocked him. He knew that Castiel considered himself to be one of God's Warriors but so far he had only seen Cas being extremely passive. Except here he was - rescuing Dean's sorry ass. Castiel's fist flew at Bobby's possessed form; but there was no impact. Instead his fist flew through Bobby and seemed to push the black clouds of demonic energy out of Bobby, dissolving it in the air.

"You may open your eyes now," Castiel's voice came from the darkness and Dean opened them, not having realised he had shut them again. He saw Bobby's unconscious form lying on the ground with the Angel standing over him, dressed in that ridiculous trench coat and suit. Dean's holy tax accountant.

Dean smiled at Cas but his smile changed as he watched his brother throw Castiel against the wall shouting, "Who are you!"

"Sammy, get off of him!"

Mary bypassed her two sons and found her way to Bobby. The cage was no longer holding them and she whispered in relief, "he's alive," after finding a steady pulse.

Dean was preoccupied with getting Sam to release his hold on Castiel, although being suffocated did not seem to bother Cas in anyway. Still, it was rather impolite to try to kill the person that just saved their lives. "Sammy, get off!"

"No, you saw him! He is a demon!" Sam announced.

"No. He is not a demon. And he saved your life." Dean said, trying to pull Sam off. In a fair fight Dean could win against his brother - however Sam did have a bit of weight on him due to his great height so Dean had little chance of removing.

"So what is he then!" Sam shouted.

"I am Castiel. An Angel of the Lord." Castiel announced.

"What?" Sam said in shock, letting go of his hold on Castiel. Cas stepped away from the wall and shook his coat a bit before looking back up at the three Winchesters.

"Angels are real?" Mary said, sounding happy with tears running down her face.

"Of course." Castiel said, with kindness in his voice. "It is as your father always told you."

"I have work to do elsewhere. You can take it from here?" Castiel asked Dean and Dean nodded and just like that Castiel was gone, leaving behind him a woman who had just found hope, and a man who had just found damnation.

"C'mon. We should get Bobby up." Dean suggested and with Sam's help they got Bobby onto the sofa. Mary repaired the salt lines and refilled the supply of holy water. When the boys came back in she was sitting at the kitchen table.

"Was it true?" She asked and from the tone of her voice Dean knew she was talking about the demons accusation of incest. Yeah, it was true. But were they really going to confess to their mom? Sam looked a little bit scared, but mostly he looked furious. It was like all the years he had spent doing what Mary had wanted had caught up with him and he was finally rebelling.

"I don't know, Miss Campbell, is it?" Sam asked.

Mary looked at her two sons. Dean with his fair hair and broken eyes that looked a little less broken. She supposed she had the Angel to thank for that. She could hardly credit that he had been to Hell and back. The thought tore her up and made her bleed on the inside. And then she looked at Sammy. Sam who looked so much like the father he had never known.

"Yes," she whispered brokenly.

Sam stepped next to Dean and took his hand in his own. It was a statement rather than a sign of possession and it got the message to Mary loud and clear. "yes." Sam repeated, looking defiantly at the wreck of a woman at the table.

Dean pulled his hand away, not wanting anything to do with his, and said loudly, "I'm gonna go wake Bobby up," before disappearing into the other room.

TBC.

AN// Please comment. I know this may seem a bit of an overload but this is how I wanted to do it. Next chapter is called 'Confessions'. Please comment. x