Punishing the Lawyer

[hells_boy_king]

Sam wasn't one to give in easily. And since he became king of Hell he almost never gave in. So giving in and letting Dean have his little pet after said pet had such a short time on the rack, kinda annoyed the shit out of him to say the least. But it kept Dean happy and if it kept Dean happy that meant that Sam didn't have to worry about piles of

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[twisted_soldier]

All the bitching, all the whining and the snide remarks from his pet had made him think maybe the lawyer and his baby brother should meet after all. Up until now he'd kept them apart, mostly because he thought Sam would take his new toy away but at this point he figured things needed to change

[hellsbestlawyer]

Hated was only the tip of the iceberg. Underneath of which lurked a large hunk of fear and perhaps the tiniest bit of regret. That was not even mentioning the embarrassment and shame of being paraded in public on his hands and knees, naked, and collared.

Lindsey was too afraid to fight as there were too many changes happening at once. What confidence he was able to rebuild during his time of safety had quickly shrank back into that buried core within, leaving him shaking as he crawled, got dragged was more like it, behind Dean.

Up until two days ago he was still clothed, collared only by choice, safe in Dean's room, and only in Dean's room. He hadn't been ready to leave it two days ago and he wasn't ready now with everything stripped away

[hells_boy_king]

Sam's barely looked at his brother. His yellow eyes were riveted to the crawling, naked thing on the floor. The King's eyes flicked up to Dean's once after a pregnant pause before looking back down at the thing, almost daring it to meet his gaze.

"You're kidding, right?" Sam asked as he leaned forward in his bone and ligament throne. "This is the thing that's been giving me migraines for a year?" Impressed? Not Sam.

[twisted_soldier]

Dean had stressed to Lindsey that pissing his brother off wasn't the best option, seeing as one wrong look could get his ass throne back in the fire. Dean, for his part, just shrugged and gave Hus brother a little smile, letting his hand play in Lindsey's hair.

"Never said he was anything special, just some soul, why I could never figured out why you bitched so much over me wanting one little soul to play with."

[hellsbestlawyer]

Even if Dean hadn't stressed, Lindsey knew enough about authority figures and touchy dictators to know that pissing one off was a bad idea.

It was the reason why he didn't want to be here in the first place. One of many anyway.

He could almost feel the king's eyes burning holes onto his shoulders. Unable to resist, he made a furtive glance up and became caught in the boy king's gaze. Yellow eyes, demonic, but like Dean, Lindsey noticed that the younger Winchester retained his human figure.

Realizing that he had stared a moment too long, he quickly lowered his gaze again. Something in those yellow eyes had gotten his mind ticking once more, and the open contempt he saw only served to rouse his annoyance.