“Is this it?” Sam asked, as the passed a sign
welcoming them to Lima, Ohio. “Looks peaceful
A black cloud swirled into motion high in the sky
as thunder shook them loud enough to be felt over
the Impala’s engine. Dean smirked at his brother.
“You were saying?”
Sam smirked back. They headed in the direction of
the churning cloud and ended up outside a house
that said Hummel on the mailbox.
Dean popped the trunk and they loaded up—just in
time, since the moment he slammed it shut someone
screamed inside the house.
Two hours earlier….
“Blaine, I only want to apologize.” Sebastian ran
to catch up with Blaine, who turned away the
minute Sebastian approached him. “All the things
I’ve said and done, what I put you through, I’m
Blaine spun. “Just leave me alone. Leave Kurt
alone. I appreciate the apology, but we’re
“Come on,” Sebastian said, putting on his most
charming smile and grabbing Blaine’s shoulder.
“I’m trying to be nice. You have to understand,”
he said, looking quickly around them and then
forcing Blaine into an alley. “I haven’t exactly
Blaine tried to pull away from him, but Sebastian
pushed him against the wall. “Let’s kiss and make
up.” His mouth covered Blaine’s in a demonic kiss,
letting Zarazem transfer from one host to another
without drawing attention.
When Sebastian was free of the demon, he stumbled
backward, shaking his head. Blaine knocked him out
with one exceptionally strong punch, his eyes
black for only a moment. Then he composed himself,
smiled, and walked out of the alley with a bounce
in his step. He liked innocent vessels over
corrupted ones, and this one felt fantastic.
Kurt opened the door with a smile. “You’re late.”
“So?” Blaine pushed past him.
“Well … you’re never late, that’s all. Especially
when you know we’ll have the house to ourselves.”
Kurt went to put his arms around Blaine from
behind to give him a hug, but Blaine spun. He
hadn’t read that detail from the boy, but it
pleased him. Alone with him, he could use
the knowledge in Blaine’s memory to hurt this
Kurt. He hadn’t fed nearly enough since he’d
crawled out of hell, but this one looked so in
love with Blaine, it shouldn’t be hard to cause a
great deal of pain. He gave his vessel just enough
consciousness so that he was aware of everything
that was happening. Blaine screamed at him no,
don’t. He chuckled. A two for one special.
“Sorry. I forgot.” He forced his way into
Blaine’s mind to pull out what he needed. “And I
was late because I ran into Sebastian.” He turned
and walked away, looking all around the house,
always curious about how humans lived.
“Sebastian?” Kurt asked, following him. “What did
“Me.” He felt the pain coming from Kurt and
smiled, swallowing it whole.
“We know that, Blaine. What did he want today?”
he asked in a small voice.
“To apologize and try to take me away from you,
yet again.” He turned to Kurt and smiled. “Told me
how he’s cuter, sexier, more talented and more …
adventurous than you are. He made some good
Kurt stared, mouth open. “What’s wrong with you?
Why are you—”
“Of the three of us, you have to admit, Kurt,
your singing … .” Blaine held his hand out flat
and tilted it from side to side. “Not fantastic.”
Kurt looked angry, but tears pooled in his eyes.
“Why are you saying this to me?”
“Oh, because it’s true,” he said, raising his
eyebrows. “I think I’m ready to move on to someone
like Sebastian. Someone not quite so …
That broke Kurt, whose hand covered his mouth as
the tears fell. The pain coming from both of them
was delicious, but the complexity of the pain
coming from Kurt intrigued Zarazem. This one
seemed even more innocent than his current vessel,
and so easy to hurt. He grabbed Kurt’s arms and
moved in to “kiss” him. Kurt shouted.
And the front door burst inward.
Dean shouted, “Get away from him.” Kurt shouted
again as Blaine turned toward the men who broke
the door in and his eyes went completely black.
Kurt pushed away, sliding along the wall. But then
he saw the first man advancing with a knife, and
hurled himself back in Blaine’s direction.
“Don’t hurt him!” Kurt screamed.
Baby, please get out of the way! Blaine
screamed in his mind. Let him end this.
But Zarazem grabbed Kurt, holding him in front
like a shield. “Yes. Please don’t hurt him,” he
said, leering at the men—men he’d heard of. The
Sam unrolled what looked like a tablecloth and
spread it on the floor, while Dean pulled out a
full mason jar.
The demon recognized the symbols on the cloth. A
devil’s trap. “Do you think I’m just going to walk
on that for you? I think your reputation exceeds—”
Dean threw the water on both Kurt and Blaine.
Blaine released Kurt to put its hands up to its
face, screaming at the pain. Sam threw a rope
lasso around it and jerked, sending Blaine in the
direction of the trap. When he fought, Dean poured
more holy water. Just before they’d pulled him
into the trap, Blaine’s head tossed back. He
screamed, and black, churning ectoplasm poured
Kurt had thrown himself into Dean repeatedly,
trying to stop him from throwing the acid or
whatever was in the jar on Blaine, but Dean easily
held him at bay. Kurt watched all this happen, no
idea what was going on but sure they were killing
The other man started chanting something when the
black smoke came out of Blaine. Kurt watched the
burns on his boyfriend’s face disappear. Then
Blaine opened his eyes—his normal, gorgeous
eyes—and in a shaky voice, said, “K-Kurt?” Kurt
ran to him and embraced him, sobbing against his
Sam chanted in an attempt to trap the demon and
send it back to hell, but it was too late. The
demon wasn’t finished yet. It blew threw the
house, splintering some of the wooden balustrades
on the staircase and sending a few pointy bits
flying in an explosion before it hurried away in
search of another host.
Blaine and Kurt, still on the floor, were missed.
Dean saw one coming and dodged it. Sam caught a
huge splinter in his side, but only in the flesh,
not deep enough to hit an organ.
“I’m so sorry, Kurt. I … I couldn’t stop it. I
“I know, I know,” Kurt said, though he didn’t
Dean grabbed Sam and went to find a bathroom.
Blaine and Kurt followed, mostly because they
didn’t want to be alone just yet.
Kurt opened the bathroom cabinet. “There’s
alcohol, peroxide, gauze, tape … if you need
anything else … .” He wanted to ask just what the
heck was going on, why they arrived, what had
happened to Blaine. But those questions could wait
until the man’s injury was treated. He just needed
to hold Blaine right now.
Blaine embraced him again, the horrible things
the demon said eating at him. The need to convince
Kurt that he didn’t mean it, overwhelming him.
As Sam took off his shirt for Dean to clean his
wound, Kurt watched over Blaine’s shoulder. “Oh my
God,” he whispered at the sight.
“I know,” Blaine said, his view the opposite
direction. “It all sounds crazy, doesn’t it? I
feel crazy. I feel … dirty.”
“Dirty,” Kurt whispered, then looked away from
the bathroom. “It’s all right. It’ll be all
right.” He turned them so that he wouldn’t be
“Oh my God,” said Blaine, when he faced the
bathroom. Kurt turned them again.
“Did you see that kid’s bow-tie?” Dean said as
they left the Hummel’s in search of the pain demon
they’d been tracking. “Kids dress like that today?
“That kid does,” Sam said. “You have to admit …
they made a cute couple.”
Dean gave Sam a serious side-eye. “Cute?”
“They were cute and you know it.”
“Cute in an incredibly nerdy, geeky,
1950’s-TV-only-gay kind of cute little way.
“I’ll take that.”
Sam smiled at Dean.
“But a bow-tie … .”
Sam laughed as the Impala growled its way down