Beauty and the Beast 17/?
Title: Beauty and the Beast 17/?
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Warnings: Wee!cest (Sam is 13), incest, language, mentions of extreme underage, rimming, bondage, dub-con, non-con
Summary: Long ago, the demon Azazel was told of a prophecy in which a boy king would emerge to lead the armies of darkness against the Light Bringer, a human who is said to have the power to seal the gates of hell forever. Finding the Boy King, he brought him to hell at only eight years of age. Now it is time for the boy to fulfill his role. There's only one problem: his love for a boy named Sammy.
The night sky, covered by a blanket of glittering stars, aided the full moon in shining an ethereal light on the Chevy Impala driving down the street to a secluded cabin, the steady thrum of its engine the only sound disturbing the peaceful tranquility of the sleeping town. Inside the vehicle, an untamed rage sent sparks of energy shooting through every nerve ending in the body of its driver, tension tightening the bones existing underneath his pale white skin. His clouded brain erupted with a succession of images consisting of blood dripped wings crumbling between clenched fingers, screams of unparalleled agony piercing the air of a dirty dungeon equipped with various tools of torture. Dark blue eyes paled beneath the power of death's right hand, darkness overtaking the light of life that once provided sustenance to the slaughtered being lying on the cold, hard floor. Victory had finally arrived…and it had never tasted so sweet.
Tires screeched to a halt as thoughts of Castiel's death plagued the mind of a very homicidal Dean Winchester, a sneer of absolute malice lifting the corners of his full lips. The hands he had on the steering wheel squeezed mercilessly until the knuckles turned a bright shade of white, each vision that passed through his mind's eye nothing more than a taste of what was to come when he got his hands on the worthless angel who dared touch his Samuel.
Gazing upon the cabin which would take him to the prophet Chuck, Dean slowly got out of the car and waited patiently for Heathcliff to take his place by his side.
"Why are we here, boss?"
Dean smirked. "We have an angel to find, remember?"
"I don't know if this is such a good idea. I mean…a regular angel is one thing. But this is Castiel we're talking about."
"Don't!" Dean yelled, putting a finger against the man's lips before lowering his voice to just above a whisper. "Don't say his name."
The anger in the demon's face made Heathcliff's body shake with fear, his master's rage making its presence known through the stern stare he fixed on him.
"S-sorry, sir."
Dean's head snapped to the side as movement could be heard from inside the house, his evil glare growing darker. "Come, Heathcliff. Let's go score ourselves a prophet."
Both demons made their way across the lawn in silence, stopping just a few inches from the front door. With a mighty kick, Dean knocked it off its hinges, frowning as it fell on the body of a man who appeared to be in his thirties, with dark hair and a neatly trimmed beard. He wore a gray, blue, and black striped robe over a white wife beater, his pajama pants bunching around his ankles as he struggled to free himself from the weight of the door on top of him. Dean rolled his eyes and helped the man onto his feet, pushing him down on the couch right after. Grabbing a chair out of the kitchen, he dragged it in the living room and straddled the back, folding his arms on the end as he smiled wickedly at the man before him.
"Hello, Chuck. It's been awhile."
Chuck pushed his now crooked glasses against the bridge of his nose, shaking visibly beneath his baggy clothes. "D-Dean! I uh…I wasn't expecting company."
"Yeah, well shit happens. I need you to do something for me…something you're not gonna like."
Chuck looked from Dean to Heathcliff, then back to Dean again.
"Oh, no," he sighed, a look of realization coming over his face. "Dean…don't make me do it. That shit hurts like a motherfucker."
"I don't give a fuck what hurts you, Chuck. Just do your thing and bring that bible thumpin' bastard over here…now."
"Dean-"
Dean lunged forward before he could stop himself, wrapping his hands around the prophet's throat and squeezing until he heard Chuck gasping for air. A loud ringing sounded in his ears as he choked the life out of the man underneath him, contempt coursing like wildfire through his veins. It wasn't until Heathcliff put his hands on the demon's shoulders that he broke his hold in favor of flinging the butler across the room, the wheezing and coughing behind him going unnoticed as he breathed loudly out of his nose. Anger flowed through him like an electric current, the power surging inside his body making him burn with contemptuous hatred for everyone on the damn planet who's name wasn't Sam.
Sam. The thought of the boy who'd stolen Dean's heart since the minute he was born caused a stronger flood of rage to overtake his senses, determination contorting the expression on his face to something that resembled danger to the people around him.
Grabbing the wheezing prophet by his hair, he pulled until their faces were barely inches apart. "I don't give a flying fuck what invoking that worthless bastard is going to do to you physically. He broke the law…my law, and he's gonna pay. Now, you do what I ask of you or I'll rip your intestines out and shove 'em down your fucking throat!"
After Chuck had been thrown to the floor, he looked up at the boy above him and knew the battle had been lost.
"Okay," he whispered breathlessly. "Okay, fine. I'll do it."
Putting both hands on either side of his head, the prophet began to chant in Latin, words pouring out of his mouth like liquid.
"Et ascendit gloria Domini desuper mihi vires viribus ad finem lucis ad tenebras in circuitu, et melior iam servire invocato ad hoc, quod angeli mei ambitu Castiel sempiterna conservationemque glorificatione caelum et terram. Me penes est unum verum Deum vi, peto ut venias mecum in auxilio opportuno dira virum ita ut magis serviat voluit serviri. Veniat ad me, Castiel. Ostende mihi teipsum. Oro vos. Veniat… Veniat…Veni!"
"Cover your ears!" he screamed, the loud ringing shattering glass and shaking the ground beneath them. "Cover your ears!"
Everyone fell to the floor with their palms over their ears, the sound of Chuck's painful screams going unnoticed by the two demons desperately trying to prevent their eardrums from rupturing. A burst of bright light poured forth from the lips of the tortured prophet, the essence of the angel he invoked possessing his body with enough force to send him spiraling into Dean's huddled form.
Suddenly, a peaceful calm spread throughout every part of the cabin surrounding the three men. Dean growled and threw Chuck off of him, standing to his full height and looking down at him with contemptuous anger.
"Come on," he growled. "Show yourself, you fucking coward."
Just then, the prophet's eyes opened wide as he stared at Dean from beneath his eyelashes, the man's expression completely devoid of emotion. A quizzical gaze was shot Dean's way, as if the angel was trying to determine exactly what it was he was looking at. Getting up off the floor, Castiel allowed the hands of the prophet to dust himself off before finally speaking in a voice deeper than that of his vessel's.
"Hello, Dean."
Dean growled low in his throat. "You Castiel? You the one who defiled my Sammy?"
Castiel smiled. "Is that what he told you?"
By way of an answer, Dean shot forward to tackle the angel, only for Cas to extend his hand forward and send the angry demon flying across the room. Dean looked around in confusion before realization hit him.
"You…you're stronger than me."
"Apparently, I'm a better fuck than you too, Dean."
Dean's face darkened in anger. "You're never getting him. You'll get that boy over my dead body."
The taunting angel made his way over to Dean with the grace of a swan, stopping just an inch away from where he sat on the floor.
"You're messing with forces far beyond your comprehension, little boy. You have no idea what's going on here. Those demons of yours? They're just trying to use you for their own personal gain. Do you really think either one of them gives a shit about you or your brother?"
"You keep your fucking trap shut about my brother," Dean spat. "He is none of your concern."
"Oh, but he is. Little Sammy needs to be kept safe, Dean. Now, if you're not gonna do that, then I'll be more than happy to…take over for you."
Dean screamed and ran toward Castiel, intending to knock him into the ground. A sound of surprise left his lips when the angel gave him an uppercut that sent him reeling to the floor on his back. The fact that the halo wearing ass jockey was stronger than Dean was a hell of a problem, considering he was incapable of giving him the ass whooping he most definitely deserved for daring to lay a hand on what belonged to him.
"I'm gonna get stronger, you know. I've been sitting idly by for far too long while all of you pathetic freaks run around trying to keep me from reaching my destiny. It all ends now. I'm going to assemble my army, and when I do…the first thing I'm gonna do is come after you."
Castiel stared down at him in anger. "You're a stubborn boy, Dean. You think you're gonna win this war? You have no idea what you're up against, do you? You haven't even discovered who the Light Bringer is yet."
"I know you know who it is," Dean smirked from his place on the floor, spitting out blood from where the angel punched him. "Why don't you just tell me so that all of this can be over."
"Oh…so, you think it's that easy, huh? That just proves how little you know about the storm that you're smack dab in the middle of. Dammit, Dean! Open your eyes! You're fighting for the wrong side!"
"FUCK YOU!" Dean screamed, a secret surge of power allowing him to push the angel back against the wall. He ran as fast as he could over to where Castiel stood, smirking when the other man realized he was unable to move.
"You did a bad thing, you know…touching my Sammy. You remember what it felt like to be inside him, don't you? Can't just forget that sweet ass. It must have felt really good, makin' my baby squirm and writhe on your fat cock. Well, guess what? You fucked with the wrong whore. Sam is mine! He's my boy! Lookin' at him with lust in your eyes is bad enough, but to have actually had a taste of him? You didn't just fuck my baby boy. You gave him pleasure. You-" Dean choked on his words, pain written all over his face- "You made him come. I'll kill you for that. I swear I will. I'll fucking kill you!"
Before Dean could make good on his threat, the vessel began to convulse and extract the white light it swallowed from its mouth, the angel that once existed within the confines of the prophet's body disappearing into the earth. Chuck's limp form fell to the floor in a heap, an entire minute going by before he opened his eyes and stared confusedly at Dean.
"W-what happened?"
"GODDAMMIT!" Dean screamed, kicking the wall over and over in a fit of rage.
"Sir!" Heathcliff yelled, no longer satisfied with watching from the sidelines. "Your energy can't be wasted on a damn wall. We've got work to do here. Put Sam aside for a moment. That worthless sack of shit was right. The voices are talking to me. They're…we need to find that Light Bringer, but first we need to assemble our army. Don't you think it's about time you forgot about this brother business and got with the program? This war…it isn't going to wait around forever, sir. I overheard the master talking with Azazel earlier. They've been thinking that maybe you weren't the right person to rule an entire army of demons in the upcoming apocalypse after all."
Heathcliff put a finger up when the spiteful demon made a move toward him and went on, "Don't…don't even think about it. You know it to be true. You have wasted too much precious time with that boy you've been so damn obsessed over. Don't you think it's time you put such frivolous affections on the back burner? You're being given a chance to be the right hand man at the side of our lord Lucifer! You're the savior of us all. The savior of darkness versus the savior of light! This is an opportunity that you cannot waste! Now, instead of pining over that brother of yours, do the job you're assigned and stop acting like a little bitch with a crush! Think of it as you securing your future with Sam. Go home, do what you have to do to find that Light Bringer and bring our father home."
Dean was quiet for a long moment, putting his head down as if he were deep in thought. When he looked back up at the determined butler, there was a ruthlessness to his features that Heathcliff found most extraordinary.
"Okay," he growled. "You want a savior? Fine. We start tonight. I want you to get on the phone with every demon in this godforsaken state and tell them to get their asses over here. We've got an apocalypse to plan."
"What about Sammy?"
Dean's face softened visibly, the look of love there nauseating the other man. "You just leave him up to me. I'll take care of my brother. Now move."
Heathcliff was out the door before the other demon could so much as blink, a smirk firmly in place as he basked in the afterglow of sweet victory. Dean was finally going to set the dark one free. Before he knew it, Lucifer would be on earth, the Light Bringer would be dead and they would all rule on the foundations once built by that detestable god of light.
Soon, he thought to himself. Soon.
It was long after midnight when Sam slowly began to awaken from the peaceful slumber Dean had inflicted upon him. His eyelashes fluttered as a tiny moan escaped his parted lips, an inexplicable feeling beginning to develop deep within his body that he couldn't exactly explain. Something felt incredibly nice, the warm, slick pressure coming from his ass causing another groan to sound from his aching throat. Reaching his hands out to discover the source of his pleasure, he gasped when his fingers collided with course, spiky hair that pricked the tips as if they were thorns, his mind slowly coming to the realization that it was Dean's head situated between his spread thighs. A shivery sigh of desperation tore through the boy as the tip of the demon's tongue licked a long stripe up Sam's ass, the action causing Sam's eyes to open completely.
"Hmm. Morning, Sammy. God, your asshole is so sensitive. Should be. I've been working on it for a while. You miss me, baby?"
Dean buried his face in between the boy's cheeks before he could answer. Sam sobbed the demon's name as he felt his brother lap greedily at the puckered flesh beneath his full lips, the growl Dean let out sending a low thrum of vibration through his tiny body.
"Dean," Sam gasped. "Please. I can't…I can't take anymore."
Dean gave one little suck to the skin in front of him before crawling up the young man's body. Licking at Sam's mouth, he smiled softly down at him.
"Tell me what you want," he whispered, brushing Sam's bangs out of his forehead.
"Make love to me, Dean. I need it."
"My sweet baby," Dean groaned, guiding his cock to the young man's entrance and slipping inside.
The dirty moan that came from Sam's mouth made Dean go crazy with desire. He tried to keep his composure for Sammy's sake, wanted it to be good for him. But when the boy wrapped his arms around the demon in a warm embrace, Dean lost it. Holding onto Sam as tight as he could, he shoved his face in the crook of the young man's neck and thrust into him again and again, reveling in the sweet sounds that came from the angel underneath him.
"I love you," Dean whispered in Sam's ear, a tiny smile forming as his brother's face contorted in pleasure.
"Dean," he gasped. "I'm gonna…gonna…"
"You're my whore, Sammy," Dean growled, gripping Sam's hair tightly in his fist before tugging hard. "If you ever let anyone else near this body, I'm going to gut them and make you watch. Then I'm gonna screw you slowly on top of their dead corpse. Do you understand me?"
"Yes," Sam sobbed.
"Mine, Sammy. You're the demon's dirty little whore. You better get used to it, baby boy. You ain't fuckin' goin' nowhere."
"Yours, Dean. God, I'm all yours. Make me come, De. Please, make me come."
With a primal howl, Dean pounded into Sam's hole with the voraciousness of a wild animal, hitting the boy's prostate on every thrust. He smirked in victory when Sam's muscles clenched tight around his dick, his brother's screams of pleasure silenced as he put his mouth over Sam's, drowning out the sound. He moaned around the boy's lips as his own orgasm took him by surprise, the fingers he had in Sam's hair tightening as he came apart in his brother's arms.
Dean smiled watching Sam try to catch his breath, the intimacy of the moment not lost on the love struck demon.
"I love you," he whispered, placing soft kisses down Sam's cheek to the corner of his mouth. "I love you so much."
Sam laid there with his lips parted, trying to find the strength to open his eyes. His hands grabbed at his lover instinctively, pulling him closer so that he could wrap his arms around the older boy once more.
"You've pleased me greatly, little one. I've missed you."
Sam chuckled weakly, burying his face in his brother's neck. "I've missed you too, Dean. I'm…I'm so tired."
"Then sleep, baby. I promise I'll be here when you wake up."
"Okay," Sam mumbled, drifting off into a deep sleep.
Dean spent the next hour running his palm over the sleeping boy's cheek, his brows furrowing in a frown when there was an insistent knock on the door. Sighing heavily, he placed one last kiss to his brother's lips before pulling himself off the bed and throwing on his clothes. Stomping toward the door, he threw it open and snarled at the man on the other side.
"What the hell do you want?"
"They're here," Heathcliff grinned.
Dean chuckled darkly, his foul mood disappearing beneath the enormity of what was to come.
"Excellent."
Dean's eyes widened for a fraction of a second as he took in the glowering faces of what must have been hundreds of demons, each one parting the way for their master as he walked menacingly into the crowd. He felt power course through his veins at the sight of his brutal army, the corners of his full lips lifting into a devilish smirk as the pupils of his eyes bled black.
"Do you know why you're here?" Dean asked.
"We're at your disposal, sir," one of them spoke up. "You're going to assemble us all to aid you in the battle against the Light Bringer."
"Not just the Light Bringer," Dean responded. "All of the forces of light are threats to the reign of our lord. You are not just here for one man. You…are going to help me set Lucifer free."
Gasps erupted all around Dean.
"Silence!" Dean yelled sternly, waiting until everyone quieted down to continue. "This…Light Bringer has the power not only to shut the gates of hell forever, but to throw all of us back into hell where we came from as well. However, he can also open the gates. That is going to be my goal. First, we are going to destroy that piece of shit that God has sanctioned to carry out his work. After God, his angels and all of the people on this godforsaken earth are annihilated, I am going to force the Light Bringer to open up hell's gates and then…then our lord will finally be free and we can rule this damn planet with an iron grip."
"That sounds difficult," another exclaimed.
Dean slapped the demon across the face and growled at his wordless cry. "Of course it's going to be difficult, you stupid motherfucker! Look at all of you! What the hell should I bother with you for? You're all a bunch of fucking pussies! Every single one of you has the potential for greatness. It's the reason I want all of you at my side when the time comes for the war to begin. None of you should be intimidated by those jackasses out there. We're demons! We're the ones who should be ruling heaven and earth, yes?"
"Yes," they all shouted in unison.
"Now...I am going to crush those winged bastards with my bare hands-" Dean stopped to extend his arm out, forming his hand into a fist- "I'm going to stain the sky with their blood and watch as it drips from my crimson soaked fingers and seeing as how God loves his precious little humans so damn much, I'm going to rape a good portion of them right in front of his face and then slaughter them and shove their intestines down his fucking throat! With or without you, I am going to take this universe by the ass and fuck it into oblivion! Now, who's with me?"
An uproar of cheering filled the land surrounding Rosewood Manor, the sound jolting Sam wide awake. Jumping out of bed, the young boy ran to the window of his bedroom and peered out through the curtains, his lips parting in shock as he gazed upon the demons defiling the yard with their presence. They all knelt at the feet of his older brother, chanting something that took Sam a couple of minutes to decipher. When his brain caught up with the words being yelled at from outside the house, Sam stumbled backwards in a combination of fear and arousal, his brother's power finally dawning on him while the cheered words of the demons outside echoed through his ears in a taunting symphony provided by a demonic choir. Shivers wracked his body as he placed a trembling hand over his mouth, thoughts malfunctioning beneath the onslaught of events transpiring right in front of his very eyes.
The end was near. He could feel it. He wanted to run away, but the sight of all those demons kneeling before Dean like he was their god made Sam ashamed to admit that he was turned on. Turned on by his brother's power. The light that lived inside of him fought to hold on as darkness began overtaking his pure soul, the struggle within not lost upon the younger Winchester. He attempted to put his hands over his ears, but finally gave up as the chanting outside grew louder, the words being shouted at his brother something Sam was never going to forget as long as he lived.
Hail to the king.
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Warnings: Wee!cest (Sam is 13), incest, language, mentions of extreme underage, rimming, bondage, dub-con, non-con
Summary: Long ago, the demon Azazel was told of a prophecy in which a boy king would emerge to lead the armies of darkness against the Light Bringer, a human who is said to have the power to seal the gates of hell forever. Finding the Boy King, he brought him to hell at only eight years of age. Now it is time for the boy to fulfill his role. There's only one problem: his love for a boy named Sammy.
The night sky, covered by a blanket of glittering stars, aided the full moon in shining an ethereal light on the Chevy Impala driving down the street to a secluded cabin, the steady thrum of its engine the only sound disturbing the peaceful tranquility of the sleeping town. Inside the vehicle, an untamed rage sent sparks of energy shooting through every nerve ending in the body of its driver, tension tightening the bones existing underneath his pale white skin. His clouded brain erupted with a succession of images consisting of blood dripped wings crumbling between clenched fingers, screams of unparalleled agony piercing the air of a dirty dungeon equipped with various tools of torture. Dark blue eyes paled beneath the power of death's right hand, darkness overtaking the light of life that once provided sustenance to the slaughtered being lying on the cold, hard floor. Victory had finally arrived…and it had never tasted so sweet.
Tires screeched to a halt as thoughts of Castiel's death plagued the mind of a very homicidal Dean Winchester, a sneer of absolute malice lifting the corners of his full lips. The hands he had on the steering wheel squeezed mercilessly until the knuckles turned a bright shade of white, each vision that passed through his mind's eye nothing more than a taste of what was to come when he got his hands on the worthless angel who dared touch his Samuel.
Gazing upon the cabin which would take him to the prophet Chuck, Dean slowly got out of the car and waited patiently for Heathcliff to take his place by his side.
"Why are we here, boss?"
Dean smirked. "We have an angel to find, remember?"
"I don't know if this is such a good idea. I mean…a regular angel is one thing. But this is Castiel we're talking about."
"Don't!" Dean yelled, putting a finger against the man's lips before lowering his voice to just above a whisper. "Don't say his name."
The anger in the demon's face made Heathcliff's body shake with fear, his master's rage making its presence known through the stern stare he fixed on him.
"S-sorry, sir."
Dean's head snapped to the side as movement could be heard from inside the house, his evil glare growing darker. "Come, Heathcliff. Let's go score ourselves a prophet."
Both demons made their way across the lawn in silence, stopping just a few inches from the front door. With a mighty kick, Dean knocked it off its hinges, frowning as it fell on the body of a man who appeared to be in his thirties, with dark hair and a neatly trimmed beard. He wore a gray, blue, and black striped robe over a white wife beater, his pajama pants bunching around his ankles as he struggled to free himself from the weight of the door on top of him. Dean rolled his eyes and helped the man onto his feet, pushing him down on the couch right after. Grabbing a chair out of the kitchen, he dragged it in the living room and straddled the back, folding his arms on the end as he smiled wickedly at the man before him.
"Hello, Chuck. It's been awhile."
Chuck pushed his now crooked glasses against the bridge of his nose, shaking visibly beneath his baggy clothes. "D-Dean! I uh…I wasn't expecting company."
"Yeah, well shit happens. I need you to do something for me…something you're not gonna like."
Chuck looked from Dean to Heathcliff, then back to Dean again.
"Oh, no," he sighed, a look of realization coming over his face. "Dean…don't make me do it. That shit hurts like a motherfucker."
"I don't give a fuck what hurts you, Chuck. Just do your thing and bring that bible thumpin' bastard over here…now."
"Dean-"
Dean lunged forward before he could stop himself, wrapping his hands around the prophet's throat and squeezing until he heard Chuck gasping for air. A loud ringing sounded in his ears as he choked the life out of the man underneath him, contempt coursing like wildfire through his veins. It wasn't until Heathcliff put his hands on the demon's shoulders that he broke his hold in favor of flinging the butler across the room, the wheezing and coughing behind him going unnoticed as he breathed loudly out of his nose. Anger flowed through him like an electric current, the power surging inside his body making him burn with contemptuous hatred for everyone on the damn planet who's name wasn't Sam.
Sam. The thought of the boy who'd stolen Dean's heart since the minute he was born caused a stronger flood of rage to overtake his senses, determination contorting the expression on his face to something that resembled danger to the people around him.
Grabbing the wheezing prophet by his hair, he pulled until their faces were barely inches apart. "I don't give a flying fuck what invoking that worthless bastard is going to do to you physically. He broke the law…my law, and he's gonna pay. Now, you do what I ask of you or I'll rip your intestines out and shove 'em down your fucking throat!"
After Chuck had been thrown to the floor, he looked up at the boy above him and knew the battle had been lost.
"Okay," he whispered breathlessly. "Okay, fine. I'll do it."
Putting both hands on either side of his head, the prophet began to chant in Latin, words pouring out of his mouth like liquid.
"Et ascendit gloria Domini desuper mihi vires viribus ad finem lucis ad tenebras in circuitu, et melior iam servire invocato ad hoc, quod angeli mei ambitu Castiel sempiterna conservationemque glorificatione caelum et terram. Me penes est unum verum Deum vi, peto ut venias mecum in auxilio opportuno dira virum ita ut magis serviat voluit serviri. Veniat ad me, Castiel. Ostende mihi teipsum. Oro vos. Veniat… Veniat…Veni!"
"Cover your ears!" he screamed, the loud ringing shattering glass and shaking the ground beneath them. "Cover your ears!"
Everyone fell to the floor with their palms over their ears, the sound of Chuck's painful screams going unnoticed by the two demons desperately trying to prevent their eardrums from rupturing. A burst of bright light poured forth from the lips of the tortured prophet, the essence of the angel he invoked possessing his body with enough force to send him spiraling into Dean's huddled form.
Suddenly, a peaceful calm spread throughout every part of the cabin surrounding the three men. Dean growled and threw Chuck off of him, standing to his full height and looking down at him with contemptuous anger.
"Come on," he growled. "Show yourself, you fucking coward."
Just then, the prophet's eyes opened wide as he stared at Dean from beneath his eyelashes, the man's expression completely devoid of emotion. A quizzical gaze was shot Dean's way, as if the angel was trying to determine exactly what it was he was looking at. Getting up off the floor, Castiel allowed the hands of the prophet to dust himself off before finally speaking in a voice deeper than that of his vessel's.
"Hello, Dean."
Dean growled low in his throat. "You Castiel? You the one who defiled my Sammy?"
Castiel smiled. "Is that what he told you?"
By way of an answer, Dean shot forward to tackle the angel, only for Cas to extend his hand forward and send the angry demon flying across the room. Dean looked around in confusion before realization hit him.
"You…you're stronger than me."
"Apparently, I'm a better fuck than you too, Dean."
Dean's face darkened in anger. "You're never getting him. You'll get that boy over my dead body."
The taunting angel made his way over to Dean with the grace of a swan, stopping just an inch away from where he sat on the floor.
"You're messing with forces far beyond your comprehension, little boy. You have no idea what's going on here. Those demons of yours? They're just trying to use you for their own personal gain. Do you really think either one of them gives a shit about you or your brother?"
"You keep your fucking trap shut about my brother," Dean spat. "He is none of your concern."
"Oh, but he is. Little Sammy needs to be kept safe, Dean. Now, if you're not gonna do that, then I'll be more than happy to…take over for you."
Dean screamed and ran toward Castiel, intending to knock him into the ground. A sound of surprise left his lips when the angel gave him an uppercut that sent him reeling to the floor on his back. The fact that the halo wearing ass jockey was stronger than Dean was a hell of a problem, considering he was incapable of giving him the ass whooping he most definitely deserved for daring to lay a hand on what belonged to him.
"I'm gonna get stronger, you know. I've been sitting idly by for far too long while all of you pathetic freaks run around trying to keep me from reaching my destiny. It all ends now. I'm going to assemble my army, and when I do…the first thing I'm gonna do is come after you."
Castiel stared down at him in anger. "You're a stubborn boy, Dean. You think you're gonna win this war? You have no idea what you're up against, do you? You haven't even discovered who the Light Bringer is yet."
"I know you know who it is," Dean smirked from his place on the floor, spitting out blood from where the angel punched him. "Why don't you just tell me so that all of this can be over."
"Oh…so, you think it's that easy, huh? That just proves how little you know about the storm that you're smack dab in the middle of. Dammit, Dean! Open your eyes! You're fighting for the wrong side!"
"FUCK YOU!" Dean screamed, a secret surge of power allowing him to push the angel back against the wall. He ran as fast as he could over to where Castiel stood, smirking when the other man realized he was unable to move.
"You did a bad thing, you know…touching my Sammy. You remember what it felt like to be inside him, don't you? Can't just forget that sweet ass. It must have felt really good, makin' my baby squirm and writhe on your fat cock. Well, guess what? You fucked with the wrong whore. Sam is mine! He's my boy! Lookin' at him with lust in your eyes is bad enough, but to have actually had a taste of him? You didn't just fuck my baby boy. You gave him pleasure. You-" Dean choked on his words, pain written all over his face- "You made him come. I'll kill you for that. I swear I will. I'll fucking kill you!"
Before Dean could make good on his threat, the vessel began to convulse and extract the white light it swallowed from its mouth, the angel that once existed within the confines of the prophet's body disappearing into the earth. Chuck's limp form fell to the floor in a heap, an entire minute going by before he opened his eyes and stared confusedly at Dean.
"W-what happened?"
"GODDAMMIT!" Dean screamed, kicking the wall over and over in a fit of rage.
"Sir!" Heathcliff yelled, no longer satisfied with watching from the sidelines. "Your energy can't be wasted on a damn wall. We've got work to do here. Put Sam aside for a moment. That worthless sack of shit was right. The voices are talking to me. They're…we need to find that Light Bringer, but first we need to assemble our army. Don't you think it's about time you forgot about this brother business and got with the program? This war…it isn't going to wait around forever, sir. I overheard the master talking with Azazel earlier. They've been thinking that maybe you weren't the right person to rule an entire army of demons in the upcoming apocalypse after all."
Heathcliff put a finger up when the spiteful demon made a move toward him and went on, "Don't…don't even think about it. You know it to be true. You have wasted too much precious time with that boy you've been so damn obsessed over. Don't you think it's time you put such frivolous affections on the back burner? You're being given a chance to be the right hand man at the side of our lord Lucifer! You're the savior of us all. The savior of darkness versus the savior of light! This is an opportunity that you cannot waste! Now, instead of pining over that brother of yours, do the job you're assigned and stop acting like a little bitch with a crush! Think of it as you securing your future with Sam. Go home, do what you have to do to find that Light Bringer and bring our father home."
Dean was quiet for a long moment, putting his head down as if he were deep in thought. When he looked back up at the determined butler, there was a ruthlessness to his features that Heathcliff found most extraordinary.
"Okay," he growled. "You want a savior? Fine. We start tonight. I want you to get on the phone with every demon in this godforsaken state and tell them to get their asses over here. We've got an apocalypse to plan."
"What about Sammy?"
Dean's face softened visibly, the look of love there nauseating the other man. "You just leave him up to me. I'll take care of my brother. Now move."
Heathcliff was out the door before the other demon could so much as blink, a smirk firmly in place as he basked in the afterglow of sweet victory. Dean was finally going to set the dark one free. Before he knew it, Lucifer would be on earth, the Light Bringer would be dead and they would all rule on the foundations once built by that detestable god of light.
Soon, he thought to himself. Soon.
It was long after midnight when Sam slowly began to awaken from the peaceful slumber Dean had inflicted upon him. His eyelashes fluttered as a tiny moan escaped his parted lips, an inexplicable feeling beginning to develop deep within his body that he couldn't exactly explain. Something felt incredibly nice, the warm, slick pressure coming from his ass causing another groan to sound from his aching throat. Reaching his hands out to discover the source of his pleasure, he gasped when his fingers collided with course, spiky hair that pricked the tips as if they were thorns, his mind slowly coming to the realization that it was Dean's head situated between his spread thighs. A shivery sigh of desperation tore through the boy as the tip of the demon's tongue licked a long stripe up Sam's ass, the action causing Sam's eyes to open completely.
"Hmm. Morning, Sammy. God, your asshole is so sensitive. Should be. I've been working on it for a while. You miss me, baby?"
Dean buried his face in between the boy's cheeks before he could answer. Sam sobbed the demon's name as he felt his brother lap greedily at the puckered flesh beneath his full lips, the growl Dean let out sending a low thrum of vibration through his tiny body.
"Dean," Sam gasped. "Please. I can't…I can't take anymore."
Dean gave one little suck to the skin in front of him before crawling up the young man's body. Licking at Sam's mouth, he smiled softly down at him.
"Tell me what you want," he whispered, brushing Sam's bangs out of his forehead.
"Make love to me, Dean. I need it."
"My sweet baby," Dean groaned, guiding his cock to the young man's entrance and slipping inside.
The dirty moan that came from Sam's mouth made Dean go crazy with desire. He tried to keep his composure for Sammy's sake, wanted it to be good for him. But when the boy wrapped his arms around the demon in a warm embrace, Dean lost it. Holding onto Sam as tight as he could, he shoved his face in the crook of the young man's neck and thrust into him again and again, reveling in the sweet sounds that came from the angel underneath him.
"I love you," Dean whispered in Sam's ear, a tiny smile forming as his brother's face contorted in pleasure.
"Dean," he gasped. "I'm gonna…gonna…"
"You're my whore, Sammy," Dean growled, gripping Sam's hair tightly in his fist before tugging hard. "If you ever let anyone else near this body, I'm going to gut them and make you watch. Then I'm gonna screw you slowly on top of their dead corpse. Do you understand me?"
"Yes," Sam sobbed.
"Mine, Sammy. You're the demon's dirty little whore. You better get used to it, baby boy. You ain't fuckin' goin' nowhere."
"Yours, Dean. God, I'm all yours. Make me come, De. Please, make me come."
With a primal howl, Dean pounded into Sam's hole with the voraciousness of a wild animal, hitting the boy's prostate on every thrust. He smirked in victory when Sam's muscles clenched tight around his dick, his brother's screams of pleasure silenced as he put his mouth over Sam's, drowning out the sound. He moaned around the boy's lips as his own orgasm took him by surprise, the fingers he had in Sam's hair tightening as he came apart in his brother's arms.
Dean smiled watching Sam try to catch his breath, the intimacy of the moment not lost on the love struck demon.
"I love you," he whispered, placing soft kisses down Sam's cheek to the corner of his mouth. "I love you so much."
Sam laid there with his lips parted, trying to find the strength to open his eyes. His hands grabbed at his lover instinctively, pulling him closer so that he could wrap his arms around the older boy once more.
"You've pleased me greatly, little one. I've missed you."
Sam chuckled weakly, burying his face in his brother's neck. "I've missed you too, Dean. I'm…I'm so tired."
"Then sleep, baby. I promise I'll be here when you wake up."
"Okay," Sam mumbled, drifting off into a deep sleep.
Dean spent the next hour running his palm over the sleeping boy's cheek, his brows furrowing in a frown when there was an insistent knock on the door. Sighing heavily, he placed one last kiss to his brother's lips before pulling himself off the bed and throwing on his clothes. Stomping toward the door, he threw it open and snarled at the man on the other side.
"What the hell do you want?"
"They're here," Heathcliff grinned.
Dean chuckled darkly, his foul mood disappearing beneath the enormity of what was to come.
"Excellent."
Dean's eyes widened for a fraction of a second as he took in the glowering faces of what must have been hundreds of demons, each one parting the way for their master as he walked menacingly into the crowd. He felt power course through his veins at the sight of his brutal army, the corners of his full lips lifting into a devilish smirk as the pupils of his eyes bled black.
"Do you know why you're here?" Dean asked.
"We're at your disposal, sir," one of them spoke up. "You're going to assemble us all to aid you in the battle against the Light Bringer."
"Not just the Light Bringer," Dean responded. "All of the forces of light are threats to the reign of our lord. You are not just here for one man. You…are going to help me set Lucifer free."
Gasps erupted all around Dean.
"Silence!" Dean yelled sternly, waiting until everyone quieted down to continue. "This…Light Bringer has the power not only to shut the gates of hell forever, but to throw all of us back into hell where we came from as well. However, he can also open the gates. That is going to be my goal. First, we are going to destroy that piece of shit that God has sanctioned to carry out his work. After God, his angels and all of the people on this godforsaken earth are annihilated, I am going to force the Light Bringer to open up hell's gates and then…then our lord will finally be free and we can rule this damn planet with an iron grip."
"That sounds difficult," another exclaimed.
Dean slapped the demon across the face and growled at his wordless cry. "Of course it's going to be difficult, you stupid motherfucker! Look at all of you! What the hell should I bother with you for? You're all a bunch of fucking pussies! Every single one of you has the potential for greatness. It's the reason I want all of you at my side when the time comes for the war to begin. None of you should be intimidated by those jackasses out there. We're demons! We're the ones who should be ruling heaven and earth, yes?"
"Yes," they all shouted in unison.
"Now...I am going to crush those winged bastards with my bare hands-" Dean stopped to extend his arm out, forming his hand into a fist- "I'm going to stain the sky with their blood and watch as it drips from my crimson soaked fingers and seeing as how God loves his precious little humans so damn much, I'm going to rape a good portion of them right in front of his face and then slaughter them and shove their intestines down his fucking throat! With or without you, I am going to take this universe by the ass and fuck it into oblivion! Now, who's with me?"
An uproar of cheering filled the land surrounding Rosewood Manor, the sound jolting Sam wide awake. Jumping out of bed, the young boy ran to the window of his bedroom and peered out through the curtains, his lips parting in shock as he gazed upon the demons defiling the yard with their presence. They all knelt at the feet of his older brother, chanting something that took Sam a couple of minutes to decipher. When his brain caught up with the words being yelled at from outside the house, Sam stumbled backwards in a combination of fear and arousal, his brother's power finally dawning on him while the cheered words of the demons outside echoed through his ears in a taunting symphony provided by a demonic choir. Shivers wracked his body as he placed a trembling hand over his mouth, thoughts malfunctioning beneath the onslaught of events transpiring right in front of his very eyes.
The end was near. He could feel it. He wanted to run away, but the sight of all those demons kneeling before Dean like he was their god made Sam ashamed to admit that he was turned on. Turned on by his brother's power. The light that lived inside of him fought to hold on as darkness began overtaking his pure soul, the struggle within not lost upon the younger Winchester. He attempted to put his hands over his ears, but finally gave up as the chanting outside grew louder, the words being shouted at his brother something Sam was never going to forget as long as he lived.
Hail to the king.