In the arms of a demon with twisted_soldier

[second_son83]

Waking up... Naked... Curled around a man... Correction, your brother, would make anybody shriek and push themselves away from the other man occupying their bed as fast as possible. Sam Winchester is no exception. And the ground? It hurt. And it was cold. Made out of stone or something. Sam righted himself quickly and grabbed for the top blanket. "

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[second_son83]

He didn't pull back from the demon's touch, just sat there and studied the symbol that he didn't recognize. "One tattoo..." he put two fingers to his chest. "And it was for work. I don't know what this ones for."

[twisted_soldier]

"Work too, I have the same one on my back," he pulled away from his arm, not wanting to spook him. "Sorry, no touching."

[second_son83]

He said nothing as Dean pulled away. The whole touching thing didn't really bother him at the moment. As long as Dean wasn't going for anything below the waist, he'd be fine. "What's it mean?"

[twisted_soldier]

"We got it when I became your consort, it's so everyone knows that I'm yours and it binds us together. Think wedding rings, but less gay."

[second_son83]

Wedding rings... Sam's eyes slipped shut and he nodded slowly, slipping down into the pillows behind him. He stared up at the canopy over head and let out a deep sigh. Yeah... He had to be having a nightmare. "Wedding rings..."

[twisted_soldier]

"We kind of had to, tradition and all that shit. It was mostly for my protection so the older demons didn't off my, not that you'd let anybody lay a hand on me anyway, so protective."

[second_son83]

So Dean was basically telling him that it was tradition to get married to and fuck your big brother? He ran both his hands over his face and let out a breath. "Well... I am protective of you so... I guess that makes sense..."

[twisted_soldier]

"You know I gotta say over all you're taking this pretty well, gotta give you points for that,"he ran a hand up and down Sam's back.

[second_son83]

Sam shook his head as he spoke. "I'm really not..." he answered, Dean's hand leaving a trail of goosebumps down his arm. To be honest, Sam was stuck in a sort of shock. He just didn't know how the hell to deal with all this.

Sam let out a slow breath and looked over at the demon laying next to him. "I can't just sit here and let somebody else get me out of this."

[twisted_soldier]

Dean cocked his head slowly, watching the other man with cold, calculating black eyes. "Alright Sam, what would you like to do?"

[second_son83]

A hint of sadness touched his own green eyes and he looked away from Dean again, staring up at the dark colored canopy over the bed. Those black eyes gave his heart a chill. When he got home, he was gonna double his efforts and make sure that his brother never went to hell and became a demon like this.

He bit at his lower lip as he thought, his brow knitting together. "See exactly what Meg is doing? Cause I hate to burst your little 'happy family' bubble but I don't trust her."

[twisted_soldier]

His smile faltered a little as he tried to figure out how best to answer this. "I really dont think you wanna see what she's doing," but a small part of Dean wanted to show him. Maybe seeing violence might help Sam remember who he really was.

[second_son83]

"Why not? She torturing people?" He took a breath and sat up. "I get it. It's Hell. That's what Hell is for. It's for punishing bad people and putting evil things when nobody should see them. But this is my life and I'm not just gonna sit in a bed till you fix this. Cause you just want your King back and you really don't care about me."

[twisted_soldier]

"Yes, she's torturing people and if somebody won't talk or she thinks they're lying they get turned over to me for...further questioning.". His last comment did upset Dean though, making him look actually offended. "How can you say that? You and my king are the Sam person,you're still my brother and I love you. Now if you gout there and somebody notices there's something wrong with you? We're both fucked."

[second_son83]

He looked around the room as Dean spoke, trying to come up with a good plan. Dean was right. If he went outside and somebody smelled something foul, they were both screwed. He'd have to blend in. He was in the king's body had the king's powers... All he needed was the mannerisms.

He turned in the bed to face Dean, determination in his eyes. "Then teach me how to act like the King."

[twisted_soldier]

That definitely got his attention. He tried to hide his laughter but failed. "Are you serious? Ok, can you be a confident...sort of arrogant version of yourself that's usually either annoyed or trying to grope me?"