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]

[Sam held still as Dean's kiss landed on his cheek. He felt his stomach lurch a little but he did what Dean told him to. He wanted to clear his throat but he didn't. He was perched on the edge of the throne as he spoke, his voice lighter than the normal king's tone but demanding none the less.] You're dismissed. I don't want to be disturbed.

[He watched the guards make their way out the main entrance and as soon as the door was closed Sam leaned back in the seat for about a second before jumping out of it.] What is this made out of??

[twisted_soldier]

[He laughed and settled into the smaller chair beside the throne, this one made mostly of bone] You don't want to know, it was a gift. Now relax, you did okay...just sit. How are you feeling? How's the blood settling?

[second_son83]

[He turned his eyes upwards to look around the room. Sam took his time to answer as he thought about the blood actually felt in his system.] Um.... It's okay. It makes me feel like..... like my whole body is buzzing. But... I should be okay.

[He looked back down at the throne and decided that he really didn't wanna sit on it right now.] Where's Meg....

[twisted_soldier]

Relax, I told her to meet us here when she's done with her work. I mean she's a busy girl, torturing the souls of hell is a 24/7 kinda thing. [Dean kicked his feet up as he settled into his rightful chair. He liked his seat, granted it wasn't as big as Sam's but he'd earned it. He'd brought the king to hell and he'd bring him back now.]

I remember the tingling, makes you feel like you're high on about eight different kinds of drugs. Feels pretty good though, huh? I mean, there's a reason it can get kind of addicting. Who doesn't wanna feel that powerful.

[second_son83]

[He frowned as he listened to his demonic brother.] How... How addicting does it get?

[Should have asked this stuff earlier, Sammy. Now it'll be in your system forever. Not that it wasn't already... Fuck. And Meg?] How much did you tell her about our problem?

[twisted_soldier]

You got addicted to it quick enough Sammy. [He grinned and started picking absentmindedly at his own finger nails]

I told Meg what she needed to know, that something had happened to the King. He isn't acting like himself and a demon might be to blame, if any of them know anything she'll get it out of them.

[second_son83]

[The young King took a breath and straightened his back as if that movement would strengthen his will and keep him from getting addicted to the shit. He was stronger than a mouthful or two of blood. He wouldn't get addicted to anything. He'd be fine, he told himself.]

How many enemies does your king have? Maybe it's not a demon?

[twisted_soldier]

True, it might not be. A human couldn't pull this off but chances are an angel could. Still, to do it they'd have to get down here to perform whatever ritual would cause this, meaning someone would have had to see something." [He quietly watched Sam standing up so tall, looking so much like his king. He watched the other man with hungry eyes but hoped they went unnoticed]

[second_son83]

Sam could feel Dean's gaze on him and looked over quickly, eyes finding Dean's quickly. Within a heart beat, Sam turned away, standing up straighter. He had to get the fuck out of here and fast. He seriously didn't like the look in the demon's black eyes.

"Angels," Sam sighed as he went to stare at his throne, looking it over with folded arms. "They're real... and they're assholes."

He ran a hand over his tired face, wanting to wake up and tell Dean all about his fucking crazy dream. "So... somebody would have to be down here to do this to your King. I mean... what do you think happened? You think this is just memory loss or something?" Cause Sam had no memory or anything down here and he really didn't want this to be reality.

[twisted_soldier]

"Yeah, that's what makes the most sense anyway. That or some kind of alternate time line thing, either are in the realm of possible from an angel and they would want to take you off the throne. The angels want to end the world, you want to keep it going...you guys don't get along too well."

He raised an eyebrow seeing Sam turn to look at him, then quickly turn away. He wondered if he could have a little fun while they waited. He knew his powers were no match for Sam's, but this kid didn't know how to access all that stuff inside him...so Dean had to wonder if he could be affected by a little demonic influence. "Hey Sammy, come over here for a second."

[second_son83]

Angels wanting to take the King of Hell's crown. Now that was just fucking hilarious. The other thing that confused him was the fact that Angels wanted the world to end.

Sam stepped towards Dean as he spoke. "Why do the angels want the end of the world? They're supposed to protect it? Why ruin it? That's not what's supposed to happen..." He stopped just two feet shy of where Dean was sitting.

[twisted_soldier]

"Sammy I'm surprised at you, I thought you were supposed to be research boy," he held out his hand to Sam, pressing very gently on him to take it. Maybe if he kept him talking he wouldn't notice what he was doing...or maybe he wouldn't even be able to identify that Dean was doing anything at all. He knew how to make somebody think things were their idea]

In the bible an angel is the one who lets Lucifer out of his cage in revelations, and that's what they're trying to do now. They want the big showdown to happen so they can make the world a paradise, they'll just wipe our a third of everything in the process. But you, you're the one whose really protecting the world. You keep the demons from doing too much damage and you keep Lucifer in his cage. I know this world looks scary Sam but make no mistake about it, you're still a hero.

[second_son83]

Sam looked at the hand for a moment before something in the back of his head told him to take it. So he took it gently, looking back at Dean, slightly confused at to why he was holding a demon's hand. This whole thing was just so freaking confusing but it sounded right.

If angels were the bad guys and they wanted the apocalypse, and he was stopping it then... then maybe this wasn't such a bad thing. Sam shook his head and frowned, hand still in Dean's.

"All that might be true but still. You're a demon, I'm King of Hell and..." he looked down at his hand holding Dean's and pulled it back sharply. "And you and him are an item or whatever. There had to be another way of saving everyone."

[twisted_soldier]

"We were an item before you were the king Sam, it just made sense. Well it was mostly sex then, but still. I couldn't help what I became, I went here to save you and this is what happened. And besides, if we were just normal Sam and Dean we would just be pawns for the higher ups, we couldn't protect anybody."

"I know the whole you and me thing freaks you out...but don't you see how it kind of makes sense?" He presses down just slightly on Sam's mind. "You're the only person I can trust, the only one I can totally open up to and be with. If we tried to have relationships people could get hurt but being together just makes us stronger."

[second_son83]

They were an item before? How the fuck would he allow that to happen? He really wouldn't be that stupid and desperate for love and attention that he'd have sex with his own brother would he? That's... Sam shook his head, feeling a slight pressure like the start of a headache on his head.

He did like the idea of saving and helping people though. He really liked that thought but... He couldn't agree to all this. Something wasn't adding up. Sam felt dazed and just a little confused.

"I trust you, Dean, I really do... but this? This just... This isn't right. Part of you has to know that. The part that's not the demon. My Dean has to know that this whole thing is wrong." Sam took a step closer and knelt down in front of his brother's throne.

[twisted_soldier]

He couldn't deny that he did love this image of Sam kneeling in front of him, he wished he could keep it forever. Still he pressed a little bit harder as he stared down at Sam sadly, reaching out to slowly stroke his cheek. "Do I know all this is messed up? Sure, but this is my life now. For the first time in my life I have somebody who loves me and I know it's fucked up, but I can't make myself feel bad about that. We're different now, but for the first time we're happy. I don't have to watch the people I care about die anymore. We protect the world and we do it on our terms."