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]

Meg didn't know how the hell she was gonna get out of this one. She rolled over and rested her head on the ground, catching her breath and trying to figure a way to get the king back and make sure her body stays in one piece. She liked the meat suit that the king made for her and she really didn't want Dean cutting her up any time soon.

Sam's eyes locked with Dean and he found that he couldn't look away from those light grey eyes. He shook his head. He couldn't relax. Dean was a freaking demon and he was stuck here until Meg could figure out how to get him home. "I... I'm gonna go back to the room..."

He turned slowly heading out of the throne room and into the hallway that led to the bedroom. Once there Sam collapsed into the chair by the fire. He had to get out... He had the king's powers, right? He... He could do this. He had to. The Hell hound jumped down from the bed to curl up at Sam's feet.

[twisted_soldier]

The door of the bedroom burst open by a surge of power before Dean walked in, slamming them behind him. "Ok, things have changed, meaning we're working with a new set of rules...understand?" He tried to stay calm but knew he was failing as he approached Sam.

"Rule 1: that is the last time you walk out of a room without me. From now on you go where I say when I saw and if I tell you you're not leaving this room then don't even think about trying anything. Rule 2: talk to noone unless I'm there. And Rule 3: stay out of my fucking way." He was pissed, but more than that he was scared. This wasn't his King at all, this was some asshole...still Sam but not one he had anything to do with. He didn't want this, and now he was alone.

"I'm in charge now, understand? And right now I need to go torture things and get my mind off this. And you're gonna stay in here and be quiet."

[second_son83]

Sam jumped as the door burst open to reveal a seriously pissed off looking Dean. the younger brother stood up from his chair and backed away from the demon. Even the dog jumped, concerned at the amount of anger in the room, especially because it was directed at his master. The hair on the back of Atticus' neck stood on end, snarling at Dean, ready to defend to the death who he thought was the one that raised him from pup. Sam was actually kinda happy that the 'dog' was defending him... at least he had someone on his side.

Dean's rules were completely understandable but Sam already told him that he wasn't just going to sit down and not do anything to get himself out of this. He shook his head, knowing that Dean could very well kick his ass twelve ways to Sunday if he disagreed with what the demon said. "I won't go anywhere without you but... I can't sit here and do nothing. I have to find a way to get home..."

[twisted_soldier]

"Atticus! Enough!". He snapped at the dog, failing to remain calm. "People are working on that already, we'll get you home.". He turned and started for the door. "I'm also going to have someone fix up one of the rooms here for you to stay in, I'm sure you want out of this one.". His voice was calm, collected but also cold and dismissive.

[second_son83]

Atticus stopped growling but kept his eyes on Dean, wary of the demon yelling at his master. The Hell Hound didn't want the demon anywhere near Sam right now so when Dean started walking away Atticus settled down.

Sam didn't know what was worse... the demon trying to rape him or Dean's horribly dismissive tone. "Dean, I'm not useless and I hate to say it but I don't trust demons to get me home."

[twisted_soldier]

"Demons...you mean like me?". He shook his head and smiled back at Sam. "Fine...you know what? That's fair. Don't believe we want you home, but you better believe we want you gone. I want my king, sending you home gets me that."

[second_son83]

Sam looked down, not knowing exactly how to deal with this shit... He looked back up, staring into those dark orbs of Dean's, nothing but determination showing through. "It's not that I don't trust you because you're a demon... I don't trust you because you'll do anything to get your king back... and like I said earlier, you don't give a shit about me. You'll do whatever the hell it takes to get him back."

[twisted_soldier]

"You're god damn right I will," he snarled and moved a little closer to Sam. "I'll do anything for him, because I love him, because he's the king and I'm the consort. Most of all though? Because he's Sam and I'm Dean, demons or human, lovers or not we'd do anything for each other. So shut up and do what you're told and you'll get home, I promise you that."

[second_son83]

Sam couldn't help but back away as Dean moved closer yet again. Yeah... Don't piss off the demon. "I understand. I really do. I'd do anything for my brother too but... I need to be a part of this. I need to be in on whatever you're doing." He seriously didn't trust the demon not to do anything that would hurt him in order to get his King back.

[twisted_soldier]

"Ok, new rule? You don't need to be anything.". Dean raised his hand, pinning Sam to the wall. "only thing you need to be is quiet. Only thing you need to do is follow orders, you do those things you'll get home just fine. Anybody we cant trust finds out about you? We're both dead."

He strided towards Sam, looking him up and down. "Think about it Sanmy, why would I hurt you?". He paused and dragged a finger lightly down the taller mans chest. "This is my kings body, I can't let anything happen to it. Now, we're gonna find whatever did this to you, make us tell it how to fix it, then cut it into pieces and feed it to Atticus. We all on board with that plan?"

[second_son83]

Sam cried out as his skull cracked against the wall next to the window. He watched his 'loyal' hell hound go to defend his master. But before the hound's teeth could connect with the demon's flesh, Dean easily pinned him to the ground trying desperately not to hurt the animal.

He listened to Dean closely, focusing on the other man's words. Wait a second... That's right... This was the boy king's body. And... And he chucked Dean across the room earlier. He closed his eyes and focused all his energy as hard as he could, trying to push Dean as far away from him as possible.

[twisted_soldier]

The problem with the boy king focusing all his energy is he has a lot of it. Dean shoots across the room, crashing into the opposite wall, cracking not only the wall but a few bones. Dean growned, being pushed by an unseen force into the unforgiving wall.

[second_son83]

With Dean having been flung into the other wall, Sam dropped to his knees with a huff. Sam looked over to Atticus who jumped up from where he was held and ran over to Sam, nuzzling the younger brother to make sure he was alright.

Except this time Sam didn't shy away from the hell hound. He just patted the thing on his head and stood up as he looked up at Dean. As he stood, he lost his focus on the demon, the pressure holding him to the wall releasing suddenly.

Sam took a breath, standing as tall as he could to look down at the demon in a heap on the floor. "Rule #1... Don't ever do that again."

[twisted_soldier]

Dean fell to the floor in a heap, blood dripping down from the fun new crack in the back of his skull. He stared at the ground until he saw spots of blood hit the carpet under him...Sam always hated it when Dean stained the rug. He finally looked p, staring at Sam with wide green eyes. "That power doesn't belong to you...you didn't earn it like he did and you don't know how to use it. If you want out so bad, go. Walk through those doors and you'll never see topside again. You'll tip someone off and they'll kill you and take over hell for themselves, then the world burns."

[second_son83]

Sam took a step forward with the hound at his side, warily watching Dean. He knew that the green eyes were just a ploy to get Sam to trust him but Sam knew better. He wasn't going to let it get to him.

"All I wanted... was to be in on things. All you wanted to do was lock me up in some room. Sorry but I'd rather not be put somewhere and wait till you figure something out."

[twisted_soldier]

"If you have a fucking idea Sam, say it! You can't do anything here, so yeah you're gonna stay somewhere until we no what to do with you.". Dean slowly got to is feet,wincing as he popped his arm back into place. He couldn't quite look at Sam though. "You're getting your own room and you can take the dog with you. I can't fucking look at you like this, you're not him.".