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Double Dealings	By : KagetsuAsame Category: Supernatural > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1690 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Double Dealings
- 2-Chapter 2
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Disclaimer: I do not own nor make any money off of this. I am merely playing in the Supernatural universe.
A/N: And so another part begins! This starts up three weeks after Breaking Sam Winchester. If you haven't read the other three parts I recommend it, each part builds off the previous ones. I really hope you enjoy it and please let me know what you think.
-Dean-
Three weeks. It had been three weeks since Sam had taken the plunge and became a demon. He was proud of him; Sam had taken to the life quite well. At first he had tried to find some way to be guilty but demons don't feel guilt. He had agonized over sleeping with Alastair and Dean but the moment Dean pointed out how much he'd liked it and wanted to do it again Sam had calmed down and mellowed out a little. The straw that finally broke the camel's back was when they were on a hunt and he had tortured a shapeshifter. That was when he realized he was different; Dean could see it in his eyes, in the black pits that had gazed at him from a blood splattered face. Now they were hunting again, this time a djinn.
"Hey Sammy, want some pie?" He smirked, they had gotten to a small town in Illinois, out in the country. This was where the djinn had decided to hunt.
"You know we can still get fat, right?"
He cocked his head to the side, "We can?"
"Yes Dean, we can, Alastair mentioned it before we left, said you were getting a little...pudgy."
"I'm not pudgy!" He looked down, "Am I?"
Sam smirked, "You're getting there, better hold off on the food for awhile and stop using your powers to get places. A little walking would do you good."
"Alright," He took a deep breath, "no more pie."
Sam looked over at him, "Are you crying?"
Dean could feel the tears but shook his head, punching his brother in the arm, "I'm not crying, bitch. Shut up."
"You are so crying! Over pie! Big tough demon crying because he eats too much pie and is getting pudgy."
Dean growled lowly, eyes flashing black, "Sammy, shut up." He gripped the steering wheel tightly.
He held his hands up, "Easy, it's alright, get some of the pudge off and you can have pie again. Maybe if you just don't eat for awhile the weight will just melt off. Let's focus on the hunt, ok?"
He took a deep breath, "Yeah, we're good. Djinn." He pulled into a motel parking lot, "Want to get a room for later?"
"We still haven't christened the Impala." Sam grinned, leaning toward him and licking his cheek, "Hunt first." He got out, leaving Dean panting softly.
He groaned softly, Sam knew just how to work him up, "Bitch!"
"Jerk! Now get out of the car and let's get started."
They didn't have much of a lead but it was enough to go off of. Djinn liked secluded places where they could drain their victims dry. They had encountered one once before and Dean didn't want a repeat of that debacle. He wasn't even sure if djinn could use their mojo on demons but he didn't want to find out. When they finally found the right building they weren't alone. Someone had gotten there before them. They were expecting the djinn, not the vaguely familiar balding man who was approaching her. He knew he had seen the hunter somewhere before he just couldn't place it.
"Gwen, Christian, we have company." He didn't spare them more than a brief glance and Dean immediately felt offended.
"Really? You're more worried about her?" Dean scoffed, he hated being ignored.
Sam shook his head, "You would think most people would know us by now. All the other hunters know we're not to be messed with." He holstered his gun, drawing a blade instead.
A young man and woman stepped out from either side, shotguns trained on them, "Put the knife down, this is our hunt." She said calmly.
The brothers looked over at her before back at the djinn, "I don't care who kills her but damn you're rude." Dean pointed his gun at the young man, "Aren't they rude, Sam?"
The balding man turned slightly at the sound of his name, "What?"
The djinn sneered, "You! Winchesters."
Dean grinned, "That would be us, you're so smart!"
"Dean, I'm getting all tense, all these guns pointed at us, makes me antsy." Sam rolled his shoulders.
"Easy Sammy, I know how you feel but I think we're distracting them, they haven't killed it yet and its buddies are almost here."
The woman, he assumed her name was Gwen, shifted her shotgun, her eyes narrowing, “Buddies? There was only one.”
Sam smirked, “There are two more, they were lurking around outside when we got here.”
“You didn't kill them?” Gwen bit out.
“We figured you knew.” Dean shrugged, “Now, do you wanna stop pointing those things at us and think about the real problem here? Like two additional djinn coming to play.”
Christian was the first to be tossed, a large male djinn coming up from behind him. Sam grinned, pouncing on the djinn and driving his blade through his neck. The woman took her chance, darting forward and attempting to grab the balding man, he pulled the trigger. What surprised Dean the most in that instant was that it wasn't a bullet that imbedded itself in her, it was a tranquilizer dart. Dean stood frozen for a moment, watching as another dart impacted and she hit the ground. Sam had taken out the last djinn leaving three humans and two demons standing together, staring at each other.
"You're Winchesters?" The balding gone asked, binding the djinn's wrists together tightly.
"Yeah and you must be the tooth fairy." Dean snarked, arms crossing over his chest.
Gwen turned her gun on Dean, finger poised on the trigger, "Aren't you a ray of sunshine, talk about rude."
Dean shrugged, "You were rude first. I'm Dean and the Sasquatch is my brother Sam." He looked calmly at the gun, "You're obviously hunters. Baldy said Gwen and Christian so I take it that's you two." He motioned at the pair, "So who does that make you?" His gaze turned to the old hunter.
"Samuel Campbell."
Sam and Dean looked at each other than back at him, "You wouldn't happen to have had a daughter named Mary?" Dean eyed him suspiciously, he had a feeling he knew who this was and if he was right there was a serious problem, "Married a guy named John?"
"Yes..."
Sam grinned, "Grandpa!" He spread his arms like he was going to hug him.
Dean grabbed him by the back of the neck, pulling him close, "Heel bitch." Samuel looked shocked; his eyes were wide, his arm going limp, gun pointing to the floor. Dean grinned, darting forward and grabbing the gun, tossing it aside, "We're family, let's just cool off and move forward, yeah?"
"Meet us here." He pulled out a business card and wrote across the back, "We can talk then."
Sam took it, looking at the writing, "Sure, we'll be there. Look forward to having a little heart to heart."
Samuel motioned to the unconscious djinn and the other two picked her up, carrying her out. He followed close behind, gazing back at them suspiciously. Dean smiled after them before scowling, "This isn't right. Samuel Campbell is dead."
-Samuel-
He was doing this for Mary. He had been brought back to find a way into Purgatory and in return he would be reunited with Mary. Everything had been on track until those boys showed up, those brothers. He didn't know what to think and the rest of his family hadn't given much information either. He had been so happy to meet his niece and nephews, to be with family again, and now he had learned Mary had two boys. Two boys with that mechanic John Winchester but they had been hunters as well. He had been told Mary was dead but did she raise them in the life? Before he had been killed it certainly didn't sound like she was planning on raising any children she had as hunters. If that was the case how had the boys gotten into it?
Gwen, Christian, and Mark had all been hunters before he was restored to life. He would have thought that if the Winchesters were any good they would know about it. The pair carried themselves like hunters but something was off. The way they interacted with each other and the speed Dean had moved with. Could there be something wrong? Was it possible that the pair weren't actually hunters at all but something else? Sam had handled a silver blade with no trouble so that ruled out quite a few things but there were still other options. Demons were at the top of his list, perhaps they had been sent to keep an eye on him. If they were his grandchildren they could have been normal, could have had a good life before being taken over. Was it his fault that Mary's sons had been drawn into this life?
"Samuel?" He looked up at the sound of Gwen's voice.
He rubbed his eyes, "Yeah? What do you need?"
"Brought you some whiskey, thought you might need it." She set the bottle down.
He took it, pouring himself some, "What do you know about the Winchesters?"
"They hunted with their dad. We never crossed paths but I heard rumors awhile back."
He downed his drink, "Tell me everything you know."
"I heard they stopped the apocalypse. A couple of hunters called them demons, said they were the ones responsible for it, but he was a little crazy." She shrugged, "Rumors is all, codependent and snarky."
"Is that all?" He sighed, it was something at least.
"Another hunter, Gordon, said they were soft, stopped him from killing a vampire once."
"What?" He gripped the edge of the table, "Why the hell would they go and do a fool thing like that?"
"I don't know, Gordon is crazy. You know how those vampire hunters get. They're dangerous."
He sighed, this day was getting better and better, "Assuming the rumors are right, do you think they could be demons?"
"Anything is possible."
"Looks like we're preparing for demons then when we go to meet them." His phone rang, "Go get the others ready, I'll be out soon." He picked it up, "What?"
"Samuel, how good of you to answer." That pompous accent made him want to growl.
"What do you want? I don't need your lackeys on my ass. I'm doing my job."
"Lackeys?"
Samuel scowled, "Don't play dumb with me, those two demons you sent to possess my grandsons." It was a gamble, Crowley might not tell him anything but if he admitted to it then he would know if they were possessed or not.
"I didn't send anyone to watch your ass, Campbell. I'm calling to check on your headway. Any leads?"
"We came back with a djinn but still nothing on the alphas." He hated talking to the smarmy bastard, "What do you know of Sam and Dean Winchester?"
"I know they're the biggest pain in my arse." He bit out, "More trouble than they're worth." They sounded like people he wanted to work with, "But they're good and have some kind of odd luck that lets them get out of things they shouldn't. Don't let me stop you from getting their help on this, maybe they can dig something up the rest of your family couldn't."
"They're not demons then." It was a statement and he knew there was relief in his voice.
"I never said that. Dean is most definitely a demon."
"You said you didn't send anyone!" He growled.
Crowley sighed dramatically, "That's because I didn't, are you dense? He's one of Alastair's pets but he owes me one, he won't cause you trouble, will probably be beneficial. Just work with the two idiots, they'll get the job done."
The demon hung up. His grandson was a demon and he had to work with him. That meant he had to call off the demon preparations or at least tell his team that they weren't going to be killing them. He was getting too old for this but the thought of Mary pressed him forward. He stood, heading out to talk to his family.
-Sam-
They had been waiting for the past thirty minutes in the old warehouse and Dean was getting impatient. Sam could see it in the way he held himself, the tick of his fingers against his leg, and the way he kept eying Sam like he wanted to eat him. He would have been more than happy to let his brother pin him down if they hadn't been waiting for their grandfather. He had a feeling the old man knew there was something off about them as it was, to walk in on them having sex would definitely earn them a one way ticket back to hell.
"What's taking so long?"
Sam sighed, "The hour isn't up yet. He's probably trying to put something together to test if we're human or not. Won't that be a fun conversation?" He rolled his eyes.
"We can take them, no problem, but I'm more interested in what they're doing. Don't you find it odd that they captured that djinn?"
"Let's play nice and find out, maybe it's something Alastair can use." He chuckled softly, "Did you see all the paperwork he had to do when we left?"
"Little hard not to notice." He held up a hand, "I hear something, pretty sure we have company."
Samuel walked into the room flanked by Gwen and Christian, "Christo."
Luckily Sam was facing away but he knew Dean's eyes were visible to the three hunters. Sam barely held back a flinch, he still wasn't used to being a demon but there were definite perks. Dean snarled next to him, his lip curled up, eyes black. He was lucky he could keep those yellow eyes of his black, that would freak Samuel out even more. Speaking of the old man, why wasn't he shooting Dean? He felt his eyes fall back to hazel and turned. Dean and Samuel were staring at each other.
"I was told you were being possessed by a demon but I didn't want to believe it."
Dean growled, "I'm not possessed, idiot, I am a demon." He rolled his eyes, letting them fall back to green, "I've been a demon for about a year now."
"I hope this doesn't mean you're going to try to exorcise my brother." Sam was calm, since the three humans hadn't moved they weren't a threat, "We can work together."
"He's one of the things we hunt." Gwen glared at them.
The brothers rolled their eyes and Sam spoke, "And he's my brother and we've been hunting all this time so it doesn't much matter. Are you going to attempt to attack us or not? This is getting tedious."
Samuel moved forward, "We can work together." He held out his hand. The pair took turns shaking it. When he took Dean's hand he squeezed sharply, "When this is over, I'm going to send you back to hell and Sam along with you."
Dean's grin was feral, "I look forward to seeing you try."
He released his hand, "Follow us and we'll show you home base."
The house they were taken to wasn't in the best condition but it would do. What happened when they walked in the door however did not make Dean happy. Holy water impacted the brothers, barely touching Sam's hand, but Dean got a face full of it. He hissed, his eyes going yellow before he caught it and they sank into black. Sam's hand burned and he decided he hated holy water more than anything. Dean darted forward, grabbing the shirt of the offending party, a young blonde hunter in a blue flannel shirt.
"Do you know what my job in hell is?" He grinned, leaning in close, "I'm a torturer, want to be my practice buddy?"
"Dean, let him go." Sam rested his hand on his shoulder.
"Mark, that's enough." Samuel bit out, coming in behind them.
Dean growled softly, pushing him back, "I suggest you don't throw holy water in my face ever again, am I clear?" When the blonde nodded he grabbed Sam's arm and pulled him off to the side, "You alright?" He took his hand, looking at the reddened skin.
"Yeah, I don't think I like holy water."
Dean snorted, "Ya think? They have no idea you're a demon, let's try to keep it that way." Sam nodded, "Good, let's get back to these idiots and find out the plan."
"What's the plan?" Sam gave them a smile but his eyes were hard, they could cause problems and Sam knew it.
"We hunt and there have been a lot more of them lately. We could really use the help."
"Anything special we should know?" Dean rubbed his eyes, "Damn, that shit burns."
Sam could see the debate go across his grandfather's face, "We capture the strongest ones, we're looking for the first ones, for the alphas."
"I've never tried to catch one before, should be fun." Dean grinned, "Count us in."
"You capture them? Why? What do you do with them?" If he was going to play human he might as well agonize over it.
"We need information."
Dean clapped him on the shoulder, "Don't worry Sammy, it's all good. We get to spend time with family; I don't see the draw back."
"Alright, alright, we're in."
They spent the night in the Impala, Dean was tired of the nasty looks Mark was sending him and Sam didn't want to risk being found out. Luckily the Campbell's didn't seem to know about devil's traps, making it easier for him to keep hidden. Then there was the matter of Castiel and Bobby. He hadn't spoken to them since becoming a demon. He knew Cas would be able to tell but he missed them, especially Bobby. So far Dean had been adamant about not calling but Sam couldn't help it, he had to talk to him. Dean was dozing in the Impala when he slunk away, heading around the back to call Bobby.
"It's three in the morning, this had better be good." He sounded so tired, so worn; it tugged at something in Sam's gut.
"Hey Bobby, it's good to hear your voice."
"Sam? Where are you? What've you gotten yourself into this time? How's your brother?" He immediately perked up, rattling off questions so quickly it made Sam's head spin.
"We're fine. We found a group of hunters to work with, the Campbell's, mom's dad. Dean is good, he got a face full of holy water, didn't seem to like it."
"What about you? Dean treating you right?"
He smiled, thinking back to the last few weeks, "Definitely treating me right. Honestly, we're doing great. I've missed you but we've been lying low, ran into some trouble a couple weeks ago with a shapeshifter. You know if you need us you can just call, right? A job, anything, we're there for you."
"Yeah, I know. I've been dealing with my own issues; have an angel on my shoulder since he can't track the pair of you."
"Cas is with you? Things are going alright?"
"He stares at me when I sleep." He grumbled, "I think he wants to make sure I don't disappear like you two idjits. What do the Campbell's think of Dean's...condition?"
"Samuel threatened him and Mark tossed holy water in his face so they're not too impressed."
"You boys be careful, alright?" There was a pause and then Bobby's muffled voice continued, "Dammit Cas, you can't bring that in here! Here, talk to Sam."
"Sam, I am pleased you are still alive. I had my doubts as to your brother's intentions."
Sam smiled, rolling his eyes, "We're both great, Dean has my back."
He could picture the angel's reaction, his head cocked to the side, "I was unaware that it was possible for a back to be removed and given to another while still living."
He burst out laughing, "It's not like that, he's looking out for me, you don't have to worry. We're both doing good and we're out on a hunt right now."
"Where? I would like to see you."
"Now isn't the best time but we'll see about making a trip out to Bobby's soon. Things are a little up in the air right now; we wouldn't want to get you into trouble." He paused, "What did you bring inside?"
"There was a young wolf, I healed him and was showing Bobby. I do not think he appreciated the animal."
He blinked, shrugging slightly, "No, no he wouldn't. Especially not in his house. I'm glad you saved it but it's better to leave animals where they are. You might wind up with a pissed off mama wolf."
"It will be fine, Bobby took it outside."
He sighed softly, "I have to go, take care of Bobby and don't bring home anymore wild animals, ok?"
"Yes, I understand. Stay safe Sam."
Dean was leaning against the hood of the Impala when he came back around the building, "You're awake."
"Yep, not that I need to sleep in the first place. Talked to Bobby I take it, how'd that go?"
"Talked to Cas too, he's bringing animals home for Bobby."
The elder demon shook his head, "Angels, they just don't get it but Cas is just adorable. They have no idea, do they? You didn't tell them."
"They have no idea." He moved close, kissing his cheek, "Isn't this a little underhanded?"
He grabbed Sam's hips, pulling him close, "Everything we do is a little underhanded, we're demons. I have a feeling something is up, something bigger than snagging monsters and grilling them for information. The question is, what does Samuel know."
"I know that I want you." He leaned forward, nibbling at his lips, "So what do we do about that?"
Dean chuckled softly, lapping at his lips, "Well, what do you think we do?" He looped his thumbs through his belt loops, "I think we christen Baby's backseats."
They didn't bother to strip, tumbling across the backseat fully clothed. Sam freed them both, rocking down against him, their lengths gliding against each other. He wanted to sink inside him but they couldn't, not right now. There were too many possible witnesses but this would do, feeling his brother slide against him. The skin against skin contact that he desired and wanted so badly. Dean's fingers went into his hair, pulling him down and devouring his mouth, nipping and sucking at his lips. Sam moaned, biting his jaw, nipping down his throat, trying to taste him, mark him.
"Dean." He gasped, moaning, thrusting down against him, "Give me what I want!"
Dean growled, biting his throat, dragging his nails down his spine, "Damn Sammy, come for me." He growled, digging his nails into his hips, drawing blood.
Pleasure bubbled up from the wounds as blood spilled around his brother's fingers. He jerked down, biting into his throat hard, marking Dean as his as he came. Dean snapped up, coming hard, moaning lowly. They panted, lips touching as they rode out their high.
-Dean-
Sam had marked him up, left hickies and bite marks on his neck and shoulders. That was going to be fun to explain. He had a horrible crick in his neck as well. The backseat was not made to hold two grown men, especially when one of them was the size of his moose of a brother. He sighed, Sam's body was crushing him, he looked up at him, brushing his hair out of his face.
"Damn Sammy, you're too big." He grumbled, trying to push him off.
Sam groaned and opened his eyes, "You're comfy." He grinned down at him.
"And you're heavy, get off me." He pushed at him.
He smiled, crawling out and doing up his pants, "You got my shirt dirty."
"Yeah, well, you got mine dirty too." He stripped it off, grabbing another from his bag, "It's not like we don't have spares."
Sam grumbled, grabbing one of his own and changing, "Let's head in, see if they found anything."
Sam was in the door first, before Dean had even made it to the door he heard him curse, "Sammy!" He rushed inside only to run into him from behind, "What the hell, why are you just standing here?" He looked down, "Son of a bitch."
"Come on Sam, we have a hunt, leave your brother there." Gwen smiled at him, checking her gun.
Dean sighed and rolled his eyes, "Dammit Sammy, you were supposed to keep an eye out for things like this."
"And how many did you get caught in at Bobby's? This isn't my fault. I didn't think they even knew about them."
He crossed his arms over his chest, "Well, I'm not breaking it."
Gwen was frozen, staring at them, "Why aren't you coming out?"
Sam snarled, "Because I can't, you idiot." His eyes flashed black, "We were hoping that you wouldn't find out. I'm a demon, Dean's a demon, we're one happy family of demons."
She took a step back, pointing her gun at them, "Samuel!"
The man was grumbling as he came in the room, "What Gwen?"
"They're demons."
"What? Yeah, Dean is a demon; we know this, what's wrong with you?"
She shook her head, "Not him, the other one!"
Sam pressed against the barrier, "Yes, I'm a demon, ok? Want to let us out?"
"No, I'm going to exorcise you." He moved forward and Dean sighed.
"Really? Are you that stupid?" Dean rolled his eyes, "You're not exorcising anyone."
Samuel growled, "I'm not going to let a demon possess my grandson!" He shouted, beginning to recite the exorcism.
Dean slammed his hand down on the ground, shattering the trap. He stalked forward, grabbing him by the throat, "Listen here grandpa, Sam and I are demons, Sam more recently so. These bodies? They're ours, our bodies. Sam and Dean, the humans, they don't exist. We are them and they are us so cut it out with the exorcisms and traps, we've had enough."
Sam stepped forward, laying a hand on his shoulder, "Let him go."
"Sam, he's being a dick." Sam shook his head, "Fine." He let him go, "No more traps, I'll break your house down with the next one." He pushed him back, "Tell us about this hunt."
-Samuel-
They were both demons. The hunt had gone well, simple ghost, they had been hoping for something more but it was a simple ghost. The problem was Crowley had lied to him, Sam was possessed too, he had lost both of his grandsons and it was Crowley's fault. He moved into the old building Crowley was holding the monsters in.
"Crowley!" He stormed inside, hands clenched into fists.
"Well, if it isn't a monkey's uncle." He paused, "Or would that be a moose's grandfather? Why are you here, we have a strict minimal contact policy." He was wearing a butcher's smock over his suit.
"Both of my grandsons are possessed and it's your fault." He bit out angrily, "We're renegotiating our deal."
He picked up a blade, examining it, "What makes you think you're in a position to negotiate? The deal is you get me alphas and I get you Mary, what more do you want?"
"Take those demons out of my grandsons." He bit out.
"And I told you that Dean is a demon, he's one of Alastair's. As far as Sam goes he shouldn't be a demon, are you sure he's a demon?"
"Yes, I'm damn sure. Get that thing out of my grandson."
He tossed the blade down, "I'll look into it but he isn't one of mine. For now just deal with it, he can still be useful. Don't do anything stupid. I'll be in touch, now get out of my workspace."
Who was Alastair and what was he to Dean and Sam? If the pair were demons, which he was hoping they weren't, how did it happen? They were Mary's children, how could they let themselves turn? He rubbed his eyes, heading out. He had to do something to save them just like he was going to save Mary.
-Crowley-
Alastair had made a mess of his entire plan. Dean had come to him for help, for shackles, had he turned Sam into a demon? Was he the one responsible? If what Samuel had said was right then Sam was possessed. Dean had enough power he could expel any low level demon, he wouldn't let Sam be possessed, so that means he turned him. It was about time he had a heart to heart with Alastair. Over the past three weeks he had made amends, well, as best as a demon can, with the ruler of hell. He had paid his penance and was back in good graces. He was allowed back top side and given free reign, he assumed it was because the king had too much paperwork.
Alastair was hunched over that abhorrent desk, scribbling at the ledgers spread over the top, "What do you want, Crowley?"
"What did you do to my moose?!"
He chuckled softly, "Your moose? I don't recall doing anything to a moose; I would think I would remember something like that."
"Sam Winchester, what did you do to him?" He wanted to corrupt Sam, Alastair had gotten Dean, he wanted Sam.
Alastair smiled, closing the ledger and getting to his feet, "I fucked him over that rack." He motioned to it, "Dean turned him into a demon and brought him down here so I could give him a proper welcome."
"Let me have him and I'll give you whatever you want." He sounded desperate but he wanted Sam.
"Anything I want? I would hate to break up my matched set. Sorry but that isn't happening." He sighed softly, "Crowley, those boys are mine, and if you don't get that through your head I have a very creative punishment for you."
He glared, "Which is?"
Alastair's grin was feral, "You have a new vessel waiting for you top side, I hope you enjoy."
"Wait, you said if I didn't get it through my head."
"I changed my mind, think of this as incentive, a trial run. In one week you can have your current meat suit back." He waved, "Now go on back to whatever you were doing. I think I'm going to just start putting people on the rack who won't follow the rules and the masochists can get sensory deprivation."
Crowley grumbled, "Could just make them wait in line forever." He was back topside in a flash but his meat suit wasn't up to his standards.
The suit was impeccable but the packaging. He shuddered, he was six, a chubby cheeked six year old in his Sunday best just coming out of church. He was holding the hand of a young woman, all silks and pearls, at least they had money. No father in the picture, at least there wasn't one with them; he sifted through the boy's memories. Hard working father, business executive, never home, might as well be out of the picture. This is what Alastair gave him to work with. The least he could have done is given him someone older, this body wasn't even fully functioning yet. Why did Lilith like little girls? This was the worst thing he had ever possessed. To make matters worse he was getting a call, this had to be Alastair's fault.
The woman who wanted the deal was beautiful but when she saw a six year old snot nosed brat show up she had immediately rushed over to him, "Are you lost? You poor thing." She crouched down in front of him.
"Get your hands off me woman." He bit out, his voice coming out in a thick Scottish accent, "Great, my day just keeps getting better." He sighed, letting his eyes flash red, "You called, I answered, let's make a deal."
She pulled back, looking at him in shock, "You're the one I'm making a deal with?" She laughed, "You're a child!"
He snarled, glaring at her, "Lady, I'm the most powerful crossroads demon, you want a deal you make it with me. Tell me what you want; I have a schedule to keep."
"I want to be able to get pregnant." At least she was taking him seriously now.
"Great, done, in ten years I'll come to collect." She was still kneeling beside him, at least he still got his kiss, he leaned forward, kissing her hard.
-Castiel-
Something was wrong. Communications had been buzzing with orders and calls for help. He had chosen to remain with Bobby, he felt as though he had failed Sam and Dean on some level but he could make it up to them by keeping Bobby safe. He was sure the pair wouldn't see him as having failed them but he was not used to a lack of success on his missions. He had saved the Righteous Man from perdition and yet he had been unable to stop his fall back into the realm of demons. Dean was different, he wasn't like the other mindless demons, he still possessed the capability to love and it was apparent that he loved his brother. The last time he had seen the pair he had saved Sam but part of him felt as though Dean had a bigger plan, he had been hiding some grand scheme. He hadn't seen them since and it made him wonder how that plan had gone. Speaking with Sam had not allayed his fears but it had calmed them a bit, Sam sounded like Sam. The problem with that was Dean still sounded like Dean.
"Why are you still here?" Bobby was standing in the doorway to the kitchen, arms crossed over his chest.
"To watch out for you." The answer was obvious, wasn't it?
"You said something was going on in Heaven, I figured you would go check it out."
"Why?"
Bobby scowled, "If something big is going on up there don't you want to stop it? If they want to bring down another apocalypse who's going to stop them?"
"I do not have the power to go up against someone like Michael. If there is something happening I am better suited to protecting my charges."
"I give up." He threw up his hands, shaking his head, before going back into the kitchen.
"He just doesn't get it, does he Castiel?"
He jumped, turning to see who was there. He hadn't heard anyone come in, hadn't felt a change in power, but behind him was a man, no, an angel, an angel he hadn't seen or heard from in a very long time, "Gabriel." His voice came out soft, reverent.
He grinned, spreading his arms wide, "In the flesh." He let them fall, his face turning serious, "There's a serious problem, a very serious problem, and you're going to help me."
"I am? I can't leave, I have to be here."
Gabriel scowled, sighing softly, "Really? You have to be here in an old hunter's house? What, are you on call 24/7? Paging Doctor Castiel!" He poked the middle of his forehead, "You're an angel, there are more important things for you to do than help the elderly."
"If I leave he could be attacked or fall down the stairs and be hurt!" He was reaching, he wanted to stay in case Sam and Dean came back, "It happens often, I saw it on the television, perhaps he needs Life Alert."
Gabriel rolled his eyes, "He's lived alone how long? Is that the best excuse you can come up with to want to stay so you can see your boyfriend and the giant?"
"What do you want from me Gabriel?" He sighed, "I'm not as strong as I once was, I haven't been home since the Winchesters averted the apocalypse."
"You're strong, Castiel, you can access that power. How do you think I've managed it all this time?"
He shook his head, "You're an archangel, I am not."
He rolled his eyes, "We're taking a trip and you are not going to fight me on this or I will hogtie you and you'll be going anyway."
He resigned himself to following the archangel, "Very well." You didn't argue with Gabriel, you went along with what he wanted and hoped it would turn out for the best.
Heaven. He had missed it, the feel of God's grace, his blessing, even if God had been missing for quite some time. Gabriel stood beside him, a hand on his shoulder as if he would run away the moment he had a chance. He could feel his own grace being restored the longer he stood at the gates. He longed to go inside but there was something wrong, something off. It sent a chill down his spine, Gabriel wasn't unaffected either, his usually happy expression was gone, replaced with cold determination.
"Gabriel, what is going on?" His eyes were locked on the gates.
He strode forward, "I don't know but I'm going to find out."
Bodies with wings of ash littered the entrance causing both of them to pause, looking out past the gates of Heaven. Shouts of battle, the clashing of blades, and flashes of light, this wasn't Heaven, this was a battleground and Castiel had no idea as to who was the cause of this but he was determined to find out.
-Dean-
The Campbell's were really starting to rub him the wrong way. Samuel was especially rude, threatening Dean and sometimes Sam; he seemed to have it out for the older Winchester. He was seriously thinking about leaving, screw him and his plans, but he wanted to know who he was working for. Now he just had to find the mastermind behind this whole fiasco. Sam was a little more willing to deal with their attitude but Dean was reaching the end of his rope, a little further and he would hang someone with it. He had told Sam he was taking a little trip down south and would be back soon. He needed a reprieve from the humans and their attitude. While looking for Alastair to get a little stress relief he found Crowley instead. The only reason he knew the little boy was the crossroads demon was because of the perpetual glare and red eyes.
"Crowley?" He snickered, looking him over.
"Bollocks." He looked down, sighing, "What do you want Dean?"
"Why do you look like that? We're you downsizing? I heard you sold your soul for three inches, I think that's about how long you are now."
Crowley growled, lip curling up, Dean just couldn't find him intimidating, not in that body, "I'm calling in my favor."
"Not much you can do to me little man, I take it the meat suit was Alastair's idea?"
"Shut up, you're going to do something for me and you’re not going to bring up this body to anyone, got it?"
Dean raised an eyebrow, "The favor you want is for me to keep my mouth shut? I guess I made out like a bandit then."
"No, you're going to keep helping Samuel Campbell, you're going to find alphas for me, and you're going to keep your big mouth shut. No running to Alastair, no tattling to daddy."
He snickered, "Don't you need to run off to daddy? Maybe if you pout and flash those big eyes he'll let you off the hook for whatever you did." He just couldn't take him seriously, "Wait, did you say Samuel Campbell? You bastard, you're the one behind this whole cluster fuck!"
"Yes, he works for me and now so do you, so chin up squirrel, you're my bitch now."
He flipped him off, "You're an asshole but fine, I do this and our deal is done."
"Do say hello to your brother for me. I was so disappointed to find out he was a demon, I wanted to be the one to bring him over."
Dean snorted, "Like I would ever let you near my brother, besides, what fun could he have with your three inch dick? He likes something a little more...substantial."
Why was Crowley so fun to rile up? The answer, because he makes the most adorable face when he gets pissed off and to see it on a six year old was priceless. The crossroads demon scowled before cursing, "I have to go, remember what I said, you work with Samuel." He disappeared in a cloud of red smoke.
It was disappointing that he was going to have to work with Samuel, the man was insufferable, but at least now he knew who was behind it. He still wanted to find Alastair, really needed some stress relief. He finally found him standing in front of a rack, examining the soul stretched out over it.
"I am so happy to see you." He came up behind the ruler of hell, wrapping his arms around him.
"Dean, what a pleasant surprise. I was just about to get started."
He rubbed his cheek against his back, nipping between his shoulder blades, "Well, you can get started on him and I will get started on you." He tugged at his shirt.
Alastair scowled, "Oh? You're going to start on me, are you? I think not." He turned, grabbing him by the throat.
"So what are you going to do with me?" He swallowed, feeling Alastair's hand tighten.
"I'm going to torture you and then I'm going to fuck you."
"What about him? Aren't you going to torture him?"
"Eventually but he won't scream as prettily as you." He licked a stripe up his cheek, "You have the most perfect screams my little demon and I will hear them all." He slammed him against the wall.
Dean jerked back, his head cracking against the wall, "Dammit, do it." He squirmed, trying to wrap his legs around him.
Alastair gave him a firm shake, "Put your arms against the wall."
He reacted quickly, putting his arms against the wall. Thick shackles bound him in place and Alastair took a step back, snapping his fingers and leaving him naked. Dean tugged at his bonds, squirming slightly.
"So what are you going to do with me now that you have me tied up?"
"You're going to shut up." He grabbed a thick gag, forcing it between his lips, buckling it tightly. He tried to speak, to point out he couldn't scream, but it came out as a low grumble, "I said, shut up." He picked up his blade, dragging it down his chest, splitting the skin deeply.
He groaned, tugging at his bonds. Alastair never started out this deep, it was always teasing first, light and slow. The blade brushed against his ribs. He jerked, letting out another string of muffled shouts.
"Why aren't you screaming?" He snarled. Dean shook his head, making another sound, "Oh." He pulled back, removing the gag, "I suppose if you can't speak I can't hear you."
"What the hell?! Dammit Alastair! What's wrong with you?" He jerked at his bonds, "You never start so deep!"
His lip curled up, "Dean, shut up." He pulled the blade across his stomach, "I need the stress relief, too much paper work." He began to cut, peeling off his skin.
He screamed, tossing his head back, howling out into the room. His head smacked back against the wall. If he wanted screams he would give him screams. Dean's voice echoed through the room, the man on the rack began to cry as Dean screamed. It felt like forever before he had finished flaying the skin from his body. He groaned, going limp in his shackles. Alastair was panting, looking at him, his length hard.
"I can't take you skinless." He snapped his fingers, watching as his skin slowly began to regrow.
Dean had forgotten how much it hurt to be restored to pristine condition. He groaned softly, finally whole and untouched, "Damn Alastair." He panted softly.
He held a finger to his lips, "Shh." He hooked his hands under his knees, pulling him up so the young demon could wrap them around his waist. He rocked against him slowly, his tip catching on his opening with each stroke, "Tell me, do you want it?"
He moaned low in his throat. He definitely wanted it but what did Alastair want to hear? What would get him to sink in faster? He rocked his hips back slowly, "Give it to me." He let a low groan escape his lips, "Sink into me."
He nibbled his throat, lapping slowly over his skin, "Shut up." He drove himself forward, sinking in deeply.
He moved slowly, much to Dean's chagrin, "Please, fuck me. I want to feel you deep inside, filling me up. Come on, consume me, make me yours." He rocked down, squeezing, trying to get him to move faster.
Alastair growled, snarling in his ear, "I told you to shut up." He bit his ear.
Dean rocked down, moaning, rotating his hips. His length rubbed between them, "Come on, is that the best you can do? Are you not demon enough for me?" He squeezed over him; he needed him to claim him, to own him.
Teeth sank deeply into his throat, his hips slamming forward, taking him brutally, "You're mine." He snarled, rubbing against his spot harshly, pressing tight against him.
Dean cried out, his hands wanting to grab at him, to dig into him. Alastair was relentless, pounding forward, claiming him. He howled, writhing against the wall, his hips jerking as he came. The elder demon snarled, snapping forward and coming hard, filling him up.
"Fuck!" He howled, shuddering against him, his body twitching as he rode out the rest of his release.
"It was good you came when you did." He nuzzled against him, staying inside.
Dean was more than ok with that, there was no way he was moving, "Am I better stress relief?"
He chuckled softly, "Better than a thousand souls." He kissed him softly, "I need to do something about all this paperwork. Honestly I'm not even completely sure where it all comes from. Crossroads demons have been far too interested in making deals, they're on a roll. Not only are they making deals but they're collecting them at a record rate."
"Are they being collected early?" He cocked his head to the side, maybe this would be a way to tell Alastair about Crowley without telling him.
"Some."
"Do you think Crowley might have anything to do with it?"
Alastair shook his head, "Crowley is many things but he never breaks a deal. His demons on the other hand aren't always of the same caliber. I will have to have a talk with him about this. Perhaps a long talk."
"I should be getting back topside; we've been on a big hunt."
Alastair grumbled, "I hope you enjoy your hunt but I'd rather you stay here for awhile, there's a backlog of souls."
"When we're done Sam and I will come back and I'll teach him the trade."
He nodded, "See that you do. I will assist in his training when you return."
-Sam-
He had no idea what was taking Dean so long but the excuse had better be a good one. Samuel had gotten a lead on babies being kidnapped after their families were murdered. He wanted Sam and Dean to look into it, the problem was Dean was still downstairs. There was always the option of stuffing Dean into the trunk and taking him with. If he didn't get back soon he would do just that. It would serve him right to wake up in the trunk again. Ever since becoming a demon he didn't like to be apart from Dean for very long. He figured the transformation fed on their reliance on each other and amplified it.
"Dammit Dean." He sighed, pulling him out of the backseat and slinging him over his shoulder, "You get the trunk." He stuffed him in, closing it sharply, letting it smack his head in vindication for leaving.
He slid behind the wheel, heading out. He didn't bother telling Samuel he was leaving since he already knew where the disappearances were. Hopefully Dean would be back by the time he got there. It was a quaint little town, nice neighborhood, and cop cars were everywhere. There was still no sign of Dean, no banging from the trunk. It was frustrating, it had been a day and he still wasn't back yet. He needed to punish his brother; Dean needed to know what he did by leaving. He got a room at the closest motel; he was going to make Dean feel it, feel every second of it. He bound his brother face down on the bed, arms and legs bound to the corners.
"You are going to be feeling this for days." He stripped him down, freeing himself but not stripping, hopefully Dean would wake up soon. He pressed in slowly, groaning at the tight heat, "Fuck." He rolled his hips forward, starting a harsh pace; he could take his time when Dean woke back up.
Dean groaned softly as Sam thrust in a final time, coming hard, "Sam? What the hell?" He sounded groggy.
He laid flat over his back, waiting a moment to recover, rotating his hips languidly into his warmth, "Yes?" He gave a little thrust against his prostate.
"What are you doing?"
He bit the back of his neck, sucking a mark there, "What does it look like I'm doing? You left me for over a day, I'm reminding you that you're mine."
"I get the picture, mind pulling out? I'm sore." He grumbled into the pillow.
"Shut up, Dean. You'll take what I give you and you'll like it."
He groaned, biting the pillow, "Asshole, you're channeling Alastair."
Sam gave a sharp thrust, "You need to be thinking of me, not anyone else." He bit into his shoulder, drawing blood as he pressed in deeply, "You'd better start participating."
Dean's hips rotated up, groaning low in his throat, "Right there, come on Sammy, hit it again, make me come."
He gripped his hips tightly, pounding against his spot with each thrust, "Come with me, damn you feel so good."
Dean clenched hard, moaning, coming hard over the bedding. Sam gave one final thrust, releasing inside him for the second time. Dean let him have a few minutes before speaking, "Now get off me, I'm not going to walk right for the next couple days."
"Serves you right." He didn't get off him but did undo his wrists, "Don't go leaving me again. Not without talking to me first."
"Where are we?"
He sighed, rolling off him, "A motel, hunting for a baby kidnapper."
He rolled over, jerking upright, panic in his eyes, "Baby kidnapper?! Someone stole Baby?!" He was on his feet and at the window so quickly Sam was sure he must have hurt himself.
"No, the Impala is fine, actual babies. The parents are murdered and the babies taken." He sat up, watching as Dean sighed in relief before hobbling back to the bed, "What did you mean by saying I was channeling Alastair?"
He bypassed the bed and headed for the bathroom, "Because he fucked me raw too and kept telling me to shut up. Why do you think it took me so long to get back? I was stress relief, I feel so used." He shut himself in the bathroom with a grumble.
Sam stood, moving to the door and walking in, "Let me take care of you."
Dean closed his eyes, starting the water, "Is this your penance?"
He shook his head, "No, more of an apology for taking you so hard, twice, without knowing what you had gone through."
"So if I hadn't had sex in hell you would have done it with a little more enthusiasm?"
He smirked, pushing him into the shower before stripping, "Definitely." He stepped in, picking up the soap and starting to wash him, "I at least would have been gentler if I had known."
"How are you going to make it up to me?" He leaned against the wall as Sam started washing his back.
"By not sinking into you again." Dean's skin was soft beneath his fingers and he wanted very much to sink into him again but he wouldn't.
He shook his head, letting Sam wash him. The younger demon's hands worked over him carefully, getting him clean before kissing him softly. Sam could tell by the look in Dean's eyes that he was forgiven, although there was the promise of retribution. He could live with that, especially if it meant they could get started with the hunt. They dried off before dressing, Dean finished first and was watching Doctor Sexy while he finished putting his boots on.
"Talk about taking too long, you take forever to get ready."
"Let's go, we have to figure this out before another baby goes missing."
-Dean-
He was adorable. Sam had been afraid of the little guy, didn't want to touch him at all, but Dean, Dean thought he was the cutest thing ever. The only issue is that the baby was being chased by shapeshifters. A damn shapeshifter wanted a baby. They would have to take him back to Samuel's and decide where to go from there. To make matters even more complicated the baby was also a shapeshifter. When it exploded into a different form it kind of sealed the deal.
"What are we going to do with it?" Sam was turned to keep an eye on it.
"Take it to Samuel; I think it can be used as a lure. After all there is one after us; if we can be prepared we can capture it."
Sam smirked, "I'm surprised you don't want to keep it."
"Like we're in a position to handle a baby, don't be stupid."
"If we could, does that mean you would keep it?"
If he was being honest he would say yes, "No, of course not." He focused on the road, "I don't need a baby, I have you. You're more than enough."
"Ha, ha." He rolled his eyes, "How's your ass feel?"
He glared, "Sore, thanks for asking. How do you think yours is going to feel after this hunt is over?"
"Full." He smirked.
The wet splatter of exploding flesh echoed through the car, "Son of a bitch." There was something wet sticking to his head, "Quick, Sammy, get it off the leather!" He swirled onto the side of the road, throwing it into park and jumping out, brushing the shapeshifter skin off the back of his head before scrambling to get it off the seat, "Quick! It's going to get in the creases!"
Sam was not showing the proper kind of hustle this kind of emergency deserved. The baby was clean in its brand new skin but his poor Baby was covered in skin and gunk. At least his brother was getting the bigger chunks off the floorboards. Dean was frantic, trying to get as much off his seats as quickly as possible, he would have to give her a thorough cleaning when this was over and Sam was going to help.
"I think we got most of it. It's the best we can do without cleaner and rags."
Dean gently ran his fingers over the roof, "I'm sorry Baby, Sammy and I will get you cleaned up but we have to deal with this baby first." He got back behind the wheel, Sam getting back in beside him.
The rest of the ride was done in silence. He felt as though his Baby had been desecrated. They had bled and had sex in the car but an exploding baby was a step too far. The house loomed before them and Dean never thought he would be happy to be back in this place. He carried the baby inside, Sam close behind.
"You need to be ready to capture a shapeshifter." Sam stated, checking for traps as Dean came in the door.
The Campbell's were milling around the room, certainly not expecting to see them, let alone with a baby, "Is that a baby?" Gwen eyed it suspiciously.
"No, it's a seventy year old man, he's going all Benjamin Button, yes it's a baby and a shapeshifter." Dean snarked, holding it to his chest, "Where's Samuel? We have a shapeshifter on our tail and it wants the baby."
"He's in the back room."
He pushed past her into something reminiscent of Bobby's panic room, although it wasn't nearly as good since he and Sam could enter but it was protected. Samuel was already inside, talking on the phone. When Dean came in he hung up, glaring at him for a moment before noticing the baby.
"What's going on?"
"I hope that call wasn't too important. Short story, this is a shapeshifter baby and there is a shapeshifter on its way here that wants it, so get ready because it's a tough one."
"The alpha?"
He shrugged, "Might be, probably is." Samuel was out the door, closing it behind him. The sound of fighting outside made Dean start to rethink his decision to bring the baby here. When there was a scream and Mark's name was called he cringed a little, "I wonder if he went up or down." He made a note to check the register when he went back.
"You have something of mine, demon." It was Sam's voice on the other side of the door.
"I do? I don't see your name on it." This was not good. The door squealed as the shapeshifter pulled it off its hinges, "Damn, you're strong, aren't you?" He held the baby close as the alpha shifted forms, his skin rippling and changing. He felt like he was looking in a mirror, he had even gotten his clothes right, "I am one handsome devil."
"You will return my child to me and I will consider letting you live."
"See, that's where we're going to have to disagree. I can't just had him over, even though he gooed all over my car."
Samuel was behind him, gun firmly in hand. He fired and the not-Dean moved forward, ignoring the fact he had five darts sticking out of his back. He flexed and the darts clattered to the ground. This was not going to end well and Dean had a feeling he was the one it was about to go poorly for. He took a step back, spotting Sam over the shapeshifter's shoulder. Sam flicked his wrist, sending him into the wall, pinning him there. It was instantly apparent that he was struggling to do so; this creature was strong, possibly stronger than Sam.
Dean moved past him, handing the baby to Samuel, "Make your phone call because I'm not completely sure we can hold him."
The brothers stood side by side, black and yellow eyes glinting as they fought to keep the shapeshifter pinned down. It was easier with both of them but neither one had much practice using their powers.
"Aren't you supposed to be stronger than me?" Sam's teeth were clenched tightly.
"Shut up, Sammy, you've had more practice." He tightened his hand, trying to firm up the invisible bindings.
"Who's Samuel going to call?"
"Crowley." Dean hissed as Sam lost his concentration, "Focus!" He almost lost his concentration when Crowley showed up; he was still the adorable six year old.
"Look what my dog brought me."
Dean growled, "Dammit Crowley, hurry up." He tightened his hand again.
The child rolled his eyes, "You need practice." He snapped his fingers, the alpha disappearing, "It's like a muscle, you have to work it."
Sam stared at Crowley for a few minutes before he burst out laughing, "Crowley? Aren't you just so adorable! I could pinch your cheeks!" He kneeled on the floor, doubling over as he laughed.
Crowley's hands formed into fists as he stalked forward to stand before Sam, "Unless you want me to feed you to my hellhound I suggest you get a hold of yourself."
Dean swallowed at the mention of a hellhound, he hated those things, "Sam, we can laugh when he's gone. I know the midget is adorable but best not to tempt fate, yeah?"
Sam took in deep breaths, trying to stop, "I-I can't!" He clapped his hands over his mouth, muffling the laughter at least.
"Alastair really picked an awesome meat suit for you. Small children strike terror into the hearts of men. How long left on your sentence?" Dean smirked, he knew it wasn't going to help Sam but he couldn't help saying it.
"Three days." He sighed, glaring at the pair as Sam fought to stop laughing.
"Three up here days or down there days?"
Crowley snarled, lip curling up, "Up here days."
Dean cringed, "Good luck with that, nice seeing you, glad we could get you a monster."
"Where's the baby? I'll be taking that as well."
At the mention of the baby Sam stopped laughing, "We're not giving you a baby, you might put it in a bag and drown it or something."
"It's called leverage, moose, look it up." He looked at Samuel, "Bring me the baby."
Dean snarled, eyes yellow, "No, we're not giving you the baby." He looked at Samuel, "I will drag you to hell if you go get it, I swear."
Crowley sneered, "What are you going to do with it? Raise it? Please, you can hardly take care of yourselves."
"Christian and his wife have been trying for a child, they can raise it." Dean was surprised to hear that from Samuel; maybe he had a little backbone.
"Fine, keep the sniveling brat, I'm done, go do your jobs." He was gone and Dean let out a sigh of relief.
"Ok Sammy, feel free to laugh now."
He shook his head, "I can't, although maybe if I pictured Crowley taking care of a baby I could start up again."
"Come on, we have to go clean Baby, I promised her." He patted his shoulder, brushing past Samuel.
-Castiel-
Gabriel had taken him to a safe place, or at least he hoped it was safe. Gabriel's old rooms were still uninhabited and appeared untouched in the millennia he had been gone. For the time being they could plan and try to figure out exactly what was going on. The archangel was obviously on edge, pacing back and forth. Seeing so many of their brethren dead had disturbed Castiel. It wasn't how things were meant to be, they weren't supposed to be fighting each other.
"Who can we go to? Michael? Raphael?" Castiel spoke calmly, watching him pace.
He shook his head, "No, neither of them, they're probably involved in this whole mess. We need a third party."
"Balthazar."
Gabriel shrugged, "He might work."
Castiel sighed, motioning to the door, "No, Balthazar, he's here."
"Gabriel, I'm going to die of shock. I never thought you would set foot back in Heaven." The angel stepped inside, closing the door behind him.
"How did you find us?" Gabriel eyed him, finally ceasing his pacing.
"We all felt it, the return of the great Gabriel." He chuckled, "The others are too busy fighting to bother looking. I just refuse to get involved with all this infighting."
"You know what's going on?" Castiel wanted to get to the bottom of this, quickly.
"Don't get your panties in a twist. Yes, I know what's going on." He crossed his arms over his chest, "I don't know if I want to tell you."
"Balthazar, talk" Gabriel growled softly, stalking forward, his eyes dark with anger.
He held up his hands, "Easy there, Michael and Raphael are fighting it out. They got into a tiff over the apocalypse."
"Explain." Gabriel had been reduced to one word responses in his anger.
"Michael said he was done, tired of the Winchesters and Cassie spoiling his plans. Raphael got a little pissy, started gathering up angels to go against the head honcho and voila! Civil war!"
Castiel felt like his head was going to explode, civil war, it was unprecedented. For two archangels to be the ultimate cause was even worse. Michael had power, power that Raphael would be hard pressed to match. So why did he even think he should be going up against the eldest?
"What do we do?" There had to be something they could do, this needed to end.
"Run? Get out of the crossfire until one of them wins? It's a mess out there, I know I'm going to fake my death and take off. Might as well live it up."
Gabriel slapped him across the face, hard, "No, you're on my side now. We won't be fighting in this war; we're going to find a way to stop it."
Balthazar rubbed his cheek, "Yes sir, you could have just asked."
"Balthazar, you don't tend to be one to listen to reason, you would not have agreed if we had asked." Castiel sighed softly, "Is there anything else you'd like to tell us?"
He looked thoughtful, "Raphael might be working with a demon."
"How did you find out?"
"Little spying." He grinned, shrugging slightly, "Can't blame a girl for having a little fun."
-Alastair-
He was done. Running hell was a pain in the ass and the paper work was horrendous. There was a better way to do this, one that didn't involve paperwork. The first step was to gather the crossroads demons into one place. Elimination was always an option but he didn't want to pursue that, no, they would be reeducated as quickly as possible. This meant specialists and a lack of deals for a time, unless Crowley made them, but it was necessary. He had already taken care of the specialists, demons he had personally trained. Dean and Sam would have been wonderful for it but they were still topside. All that was left were the crossroads demons.
"So glad you could all make it." He smiled down at them. He had ordered them to a meeting in one of the larger rooms. There were only a handful of crossroads demons but they had been the cause of the difficulties these past few years, "There have been some accounting errors of late and it has made my job difficult. I've done some thinking and decided that these issues need to be addressed." His fingers wrapped around his blade, examining it, "Since you are so loyal to Crowley, a little reeducation is in order. You can come along quietly or you can fight, the end result will be the same."
"Screw you!" The demon who spoke was in the front, young and brash; he looked like a recent convert.
He chuckled softly, "Well, someone has guts. Let's see what they look like." He grabbed him by the hair, the thick yellow mane wrapped easily around his fingers, "Take 'em boys! If they resist, tear them apart and strap them to the rack anyway!"
It was utter chaos as his demons took down the others, dragging them away. He kept a firm grasp on the demon's hair as he struggled, "Let me go you bastard." He hissed, grabbing at his hand, "Crowley will get you for this."
He cocked his head to the side, holding his blade to his throat, "No, I don't think I will and trust me when I say that Crowley will do nothing to me." He dragged him to his workroom, strapping him down tightly, "You're lucky, you volunteered to be my playmate." He was about to get started when he got his first surprise of the night. Footsteps alerted him to someone entering his workroom, "I was about to get started, you'd best hope this is important."
"Alastair, I need to talk to you." Sam stood behind him, looking slightly nervous.
He smiled, turning to face him, "Sam, so good to see you." He moved toward him, "Don't worry, you and Dean are on the short list of people who can interrupt me. What do you need?" He took a seat behind his desk, this would let the anticipation build.
"I wanted to talk to you about what we're doing topside." He sat down across from him, "We're hunting alphas, capturing them. I have no idea for what for, Dean doesn't know either, but Crowley is involved somehow." He paused for a moment, "I love the body swap by the way, he's so adorable."
He sighed and shook his head, "Who knows what Crowley is planning. Just keep up with it for now and if you find anything else let me know. For now, since you're here, let's give you your first real lesson in torture. I know you usually leave it up to Dean but everyone here has their own skills and torture is one of the most important. It's time for you to step up and learn."
"I tortured a shapeshifter."
Alastair could tell he wasn't so sure about this but it was necessary, "Yes but this is different." He held out the blade, "Take it and I will guide you, just like I did for Dean." Sam's hand shook slightly as he picked up the blade, "You've held knives before, think of it as an extension of yourself, grip it lightly, remember, knives are fluid."
He closed his eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath, and adjusting his hold, on the blade, "Why am I doing this?"
Alastair stroked through his hair gently, pressing him over to the rack, "Because he went against me, he caused me trouble, and he needs to be reeducated. He needs to remember who rules hell."
"You do." The demon exclaimed, eyes wide as Sam stood beside the rack with Alastair close behind him.
"Yes, I do, but I don't think you really believe that. Sam and I are going to remind you." He pressed Sam to the edge of the rack, "The first cut is the most important, it sets the stage for everything that follows. You want to build on it, starting out too roughly can ruin the entire session." He curled his hand around Sam's, "So we start slow, I'm here to guide you." The blade slid down his cheek, not cutting the skin, down his neck, "Now we press in." The blade slid through skin, splitting it, trails of crimson bubbled up and spilled over, "Slowly getting deeper." Sam was falling into a trance as Alastair spoke to him, whispered in his ear, "Very good Sam." Praise was the best way to get through to the Winchester brothers; they ate it up, never got enough of it.
"His skin splits so easily." He sounded almost in awe as he twisted the blade down, swirling it around his belly button.
The demon screamed, "Stop! Enough!"
Sam cocked his head to the side, "Alastair? He talks too much."
Alastair smiled indulgently, "Then remove his tongue and he will fall silent."
Sam gripped his jaw firmly, prying open his mouth. The demon was begging now, making it difficult for him to grab his tongue and hold his mouth open. Sam growled, "Shut up." He demanded, stabbing the blade into his side. The demon screamed, giving him a chance to grab the wiggling muscle and slice through it, "Was that so hard?" He tossed it to the side, listening to it land with a soft splat.
Alastair smiled, stroking through his hair, "It's all about improvisation, changing your technique based on the person, what will make the greatest impact? Experimentation is very important, find what works and move forward from there." He grabbed the demon's hair, jerking his head back, "This one hates pain. I doubt he spent much time on the rack before breaking."
Sam slowly moved the blade down his chest, digging it in deeper the further down he went, "Slowly add more pain?"
"Yes, work him up and then when he's about to check out rip his heart out, it makes an impression when they see it beating in front of them."
"You can't pass out?"
"No, you can mentally check out however so be mindful, you need to bring them back before they do. Also the racks are special designed. If a demon is strapped in they do not regenerate as quickly."
Sam smirked, "Show me how to rip his heart out."
Alastair smiled, pressing up against him from behind, "It would be my pleasure."
He rested his chin on Sam's shoulder, wrapping an arm around his waist and the other formed to his right hand. He didn't speak, guiding his hand to the long incision. He slowly worked it in, his left hand brushed lower, skirting the top of his pants. The demon screamed as their fingers worked inside him, pressing in deeper. He angled up, searching out the throbbing heart. Sam gasped as they touched the pulsing flesh. He urged the young demon to wrap his fingers around it, to grip it tightly. With a sharp tug the heart came free and they pulled it out completely.
"How is it still beating?" The heart pulsed in his hand.
"The power of hell. You can put it back in if you'd like or wait and things will eventually regrow." Sam squeezed it and the demon screamed. Alastair found himself feeling impressed by how well Sam did. He hadn't expected the hunter to take to it so quickly and with such ease. He kissed the back of his neck softly, "You impressed me."
He leaned back, still holding the heart, "Glad I could impress you." He squeezed it again, "I should probably head back." He tipped his head.
He kissed his throat, "If you learn anything else let me know and if Dean does anything suspicious tell me immediately."
Sam nodded, "Can you send me back up? I still haven't gotten the hang of it."
"First, drink." He slit his wrist, holding it to his lips. Sam drank deeply, "Good boy." He stroked through his hair, "See you soon Sam." He snapped his fingers and Sam disappeared.
-Crowley-
It felt so good to be back in his regular meat suit. He had left the child in the middle of a cemetery in Glasgow. He stretched, flexing his fingers, before checking inside his pants, smiling. He gave his dick a little wave before doing a full body stretch. The alpha shapeshifter hadn't given him what he wanted and being stuck in a child's body had made the torture very unsatisfying. He was on edge, he hadn't heard from any of his crossroads demons, it seemed no one was out doing their jobs. His regular demons seemed skittish and he had yet to find out why.
"You sniveling idiot, tell me what has you so worked up! What the hell is going on?" Crowley had the black eyed demon by the throat, pinning her to the wall.
She gasped, gripping at his hand, "A-Alastair, he's cleaning house."
His lip curled up, "Cleaning house, how?" He gave her a firm shake.
"He grabbed all the crossroads demons loyal to you and is having them reeducated. He said he was sick of all the paperwork."
He dropped her, "All this is about paperwork?!" He shouted.
She nodded, "He's reorganizing. We're afraid we're going to wind up on the rack next!"
"If you wind up on the rack it will be because of your own stupidity. We have work to do so get back to your job!" He kicked her before storming off.
His minions topside were not doing everything they were supposed to. The humans and the Winchesters were doing better than the demons he had brought with him. He just kept running into dead ends on the purgatory front, he had to find it and get the souls so he could dethrone Alastair. The angels had been no help either, they were fighting their own civil war and Raphael was being a dick. He was no help at all, just kept going on and on about how Crowley wasn't working fast enough. Maybe if they helped they would already have the door.
He snarled angrily, "They had better bring me some fresh alphas or I'm going to start tearing them apart instead!" He threw a tray of implements against the wall, "My life sucks."
-Dean-
Crowley was on the warpath, demanding more and more. They had captured some powerful ghouls and vampires for him but it wasn't enough in his mind. He wanted alphas; he had even slipped up and let Dean know exactly why he wanted them, purgatory. He wanted a way into purgatory, the place where the souls of monsters go when they die. Alastair was torturing crossroads demons and he had taught Sam the art of heart removal when he had gone below. He sighed softly; Samuel was on his case as well. The shapeshifter baby was doing fine at least, that was the one bright spot in his life, aside from Sam. He wanted to be below playing with the other demons, torturing them into submission.
It was moments like these that he wished he had easy access to liquor. For some strange reason Samuel wasn't keeping any in the safe house. It might be because he was drinking it all but that couldn't be it, right? He had to find something to drink. The nearest store was an hour away and he really didn't want to miss anything. Something might happen, there could be a lead and he didn't want to be excluded.
"Dean?" Sam sounded so relaxed after his trip to hell.
He took a deep breath, "Yeah, Sammy?"
"If you need to go then go." He came up behind him, rubbing his shoulders.
"I'm fine, we just need to find an alpha, get Crowley off my back." He groaned softly, "Keep doing that." He closed his eyes, letting his head fall forward, "Better than the hotel magic fingers."
"We have a lead!" Samuel shouted, walking in.
Sam pulled back, resting his hands on the back of his chair, "What kind? Where are we headed?"
"The alpha vampire, we have a lead on his house."
Dean perked up, "Let's get going!"
He felt such relief to be out on a hunt again. The alpha had a gorgeous house; he wouldn't mind staying here for awhile. The hunt was easy, the alpha virtually walked right into the van. It made Dean suspicious, why would do alpha want to be caught? Samuel locked him in a cage, dosed him up with a steady stream of dead man's blood, and hooked him up to a car battery. There was no way the alpha was going to stay; he seemed quite calm and completely unhindered by the dead blood. Dean was sure he could have gotten something out of him if Samuel would let him. The human wouldn't let either of the brothers near the alpha.
"A pair of demons? Are the humans scraping the bottom of the barrel? They send you to get information from me? I have heard stories of the prowess of demons and yet never witnessed it myself."
Dean smirked, "Well, it is my job and my brother is in training." He paused, "But Samuel just won't let us, I can't understand why."
The alpha smiled, "Perhaps because he doesn't trust you. Family should always be trusted, if you cannot trust blood, who can you trust?"
"I think Samuel just wants to keep him for Crowley." Sam crossed his arms over his chest.
Dean cocked his head to the side, "Then why does he get to torture him?" He sighed, looking at the alpha, "I'm terribly sorry for your accommodations, it must suck for one of your power to be locked up in a cage. I bet that blood isn't even having an effect on you."
"Your thoughts would be correct. It's refreshing to find someone who isn't a complete idiot. It truly is too bad that you're a demon, you would make an excellent vampire." In a flash he was free, the door swinging open, "This meeting has been quite...enlightening." He pressed close to Dean, "I look forward to meeting you again." He was gone. There was a shout and the sound of gunfire before silence. The brothers shared a look before running after the alpha. Christian lay dead and the alpha stood over him, "You asked about purgatory, here's the only hint you will ever get. Find the one that's gotten out." Samuel tried to shoot him again but it was too late, the alpha was gone.
"That went well." Dean shrugged, looking down at Christian's corpse.
"I think he has a crush on you." Sam poked his shoulder, "I'm not sure if that's a good thing or not."
"I need a drink."
"You idiots!" Crowley, why did the little demon have to show up after the fighting?
Dean's shoulders visibly slumped, "What is it this time? We got a hint; I doubt you've gotten anything from the alphas."
"He only said anything because he wants a piece of your ass." Sam shook his head, his eyes sparked with a bit of jealousy.
"What did he say?"
"Find the one that's gotten out." Dean recited back.
Crowley threw his hands up, "Oh, that's a big help, glad you go something." He snarled.
"You know something Crowley, blow me. Are we done?" Dean growled.
"No, you're still mine and you'll still bring me monsters. We need more than just one little hint. So get your ass out there and get me my monsters!"
He gave him the finger, "Sit and spin asshole. I'm out of here, if I find something good I'll let you know." He looked at Sam, "Let's go, I'm done here."
Sam was close behind him as he stormed out, heading for the Impala. He really wanted that drink now. They both got in, Dean pulling out with a squeal of tires. He had no idea where to go but he had to get away. Maybe Bobby could help them out but he still didn't know Sam was a demon. He sighed, rubbing his eyes, Sam wasn't going to like it but they needed to go somewhere and the only place to go was to their surrogate father.
"Where are we going?"
"Bobby."
He sighed, looking resigned, "I wish we didn't have to tell him at all. He's been through so much; I hope this doesn't break him."
"I'm sorry, I don't want to hurt Bobby but we don't have much of a choice. He'll understand, I know he will."
A/N: This is nearly 30,000 words and 48 pages so I split it in half.
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