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]

Damn open collars, giving Dean all that room to play around on his neck. This wasn't fair. Why was he just kneeling there and letting this happen to him? He should be raging and shoving Dean away from him, running away or something?! Why was he letting his happen? His eyes slipped shut and that sound came from his throat again. That stupid sound! He wasn't supposed to make that noise in front of Dean.

But... Dean was the one making him make those noises. His grip tightened on Dean's thigh, fingers digging into the soft fabric of the other man's dark slacks. He was trying so hard to figure out what the hell was going on around here but his upper and lower brains were doing some competing of their own.

So for the moment he just remained there, lips parted and hands gripping Dean's legs for dear life.

[second_son83]

Sam scrambled to his feet, backing away from his demon brother, quickly pulling up his pants. "You stay the fuck away from me."

Meg raised an eyebrow, arms folded over her chest. "Oh that's hilarious."

The frightened man spun in his heels to face the woman standing at the bottom of the stairs. She waggled her fingers at him in a little hello. He turned back to look at Dean before bolting for the side door. Meg quickly blocked his exit in a flash. "Hey, calm down."

Sam jumped back as she appeared in front of him. "Calm down?! He fucking tried tonrape me!"

Meg smirked and chuckled. "And you're telling' me you didn't like it?"

The shocked look on Sam's face was enough to make her laugh out loud. "Oh that's just sad."

[twisted_soldier]

"Enough!" Dean appeared on the other side of Sam. "I didn't try to rape you, I wanted you to fuck me and you need it just as bad as I do so don't you dare try to deny it. Don't beat yourself up about it, it's literally in your DNA. I promise I'll be good, I just start to get a little testy if I don't fuck."

He looked around Sam to glare at Meg, black eyes slowly changing to a light grey. "Now back the fuck away from him. You lay one finger on the king and I don't give a fuck how loyal you are, I will reach down your throat and pull our your lungs. Now, you got anything useful for us?"

[second_son83]

Sam jumped back at least a foot as the demon who molested him appeared in front of him. He couldn't even get himself to look at the demon after what had just happened to him. He slowly started to button up his shirt suddenly realizing how exposed he was.

Meg lowered her head a little and took a step back from the stronger demon. "I didn't touch the King, consort, so calm down. He's fine.... Well... He's not fine. Word topside is that the angels are working on a plan to get Lucifer out of his cage."

Sam looked quickly up at the Boy King's consort then back to the woman as he took another step back.

"Seems like the first step was taking out the King," she added, looking the weakling over. She frowned as she looked deep into Sam's eyes, trying to get a handle on what the hell was going on. Her eyes went black and she tilted her head. "This isn't our King."

[twisted_soldier]

Dean hated his title, being called consort was pretty much being called wife, but he knew it was a position of power and respect. Meg was showing him the respect he deserved so he said nothing.

He didn't like the way Meg was looking at Sam and took a small step closer to the other man, until he heard what she said. "I'm sorry, what the hell do you mean this isn't our King?" The soft growling in his chest returned. "Are you telling me I don't know my own King? He feels a bit....strange but I feel the power, I feel our connection, he couldn't be anyone else."

[second_son83]

Meg restrained herself from rolling her eyes. Yes Dean was old, but she was much, much older. Granted she wasn't as strong as he was but she obviously could tell some things that even he couldn't. "His body's the same... but his soul is different. Much younger."

Sam's eyes were almost cartoonishly wide, full of fear and confusion. Holy crap did he wanna go home... like right the fuck now.

[twisted_soldier]

"I thought somebody had erased his memory or mentally regressed him or something, you're telling me that's a different soul?" He frowned and took a couple steps away from Sam, looking at him as though he were something dirty, feeling like he'd been betrayed in a weird way. "Well what is it? Where's the king?"

[second_son83]

Sam seriously didn't like the way Dean was looking at him now. He'd rather have the lusty eyes on him than the look of disgust that Dean was giving him. He looked down, almost ashamed for not being his king.

"I'm not sure," Meg said, watching Sam's body language. "It's still Sam Winchester though. Just.... weak."

"I am not weak," Sam said, angrily, staring down Meg.

"He has the abilities but he doesn't know how to use them... that raw power isn't there. Can't you feel it? Or were you too busy trying to get your ass fucked that you couldn't figure it out..." Meg sighed. Great. Something took her King and now she had to look for a missing soul.

[twisted_soldier]

Dean raised his hand, sending Meg up and up until she slammed into the ceiling, causing the room to tremble at the impact. "You are the only person who knows the truth of this situation, meaning we actually trust your stupid ass, it's not a great idea to make us rethink that choice. And maybe this little Sam can be powerful too, he just needs spa boost, know where he could get some demon blood

[second_son83]

Sam flinched, jumping back quickly as he watched Meg slam into the ceiling. The sound she let out was something that he'd never heard before. It sounded like something between a growl and a scream, her form flickering to her demonic form before she fell back to the floor, head cracking on the stone floor.

The demon rolled onto her back, only to have a boot close off her airway. Blood trickled from a large gash on her forehead, listening to Dean quite intently. "Yes my prince," she groaned once she caught her breath again.

Sam's eyes were wide, shock and fear filling them. He was terrified to think of what the demons might do to him if he couldn't get back home. No. He had to get home. He's trust Meg, work with her even if it meant getting the fuck home.

[twisted_soldier]

"That's what I like to hear. Not so hard, was it?" He felt like doing more. He was upset, he wanted to cut into something, carve and slice and gut till his hurt subsided, but he knew he needed the cunt. "I suggest you get to work."

He turned back and came face to face with somebody who looked like his King, but his Sam hadn't looked that terrified in centuries. He was weak...but he was a same, somebody's Sam. "Relax, I wouldn't hurt you. Unfortunately at times I have to fight for respect here...it can be fun though. Now Meg is going to locate my King's soul and we're going to get you home to your brother. Until then just relax, breathe."