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Sympathy for the Devil	By : Danyealle Category: Supernatural > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 5952 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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The first rays of dawn were just starting to break over the horizon when Lucifer felt confident that both brothers were enough asleep that him leaving wouldn't rouse them. After sliding out of bed, he looked at the two spooned up together and couldn't help giving a self satisfied grin over what had taken place. It had worked out just as he planned. This was wonderful. Stretching, he groaned softly then went to clean up.

Coming out of the bathroom, he was dressed, casually, in a set of silk pajamas and robe with expensive slippers on his feet. Checking the two brothers, nodding when he saw they were both sound asleep, he slipped out of the room. Looking around, he spied Chien Noir lounging on the sofa. Calling the hellhound cross over, he told him, firmly, “Go in and lay on the bed with the two there. If Dean or Sam wake then end up agitated or start fighting, come find me. If not, just keep an eye on them for me.” Most normal hounds weren't as intelligent as Chien. They could follow simple orders, yes, but nothing that complex. Chien, however, could be given more complex ones. He had been bred to be far more intelligent than the others with him being a servant for Lucifer himself to help with Sam and other tasks that might need done. Though he was still a puppy, thus more apt to be somewhat flighty, he still knew to follow orders. What he had initially told Dean was true, he was for Sam and to keep him safe, but that was only part of his job. This was the rest of it. He and Chien could communicate, in a rudimentary way, enough to get the point across of what the issue was. So, he was perfect to keep an eye on certain situations for him. No, he didn't anticipate an issue with either brother; they would probably sleep until he got back or wake up just before then to get some breakfast. That was fine and would work. He just didn't want to leave them alone too long as it might lead to issues between the two. From what he knew of both of them, guilt over what had taken place would be coming. He planned to head that off at the pass before it could get too far. Such things would only derail what he had accomplished so he wasn't going to allow that to happen.

After a soft bark, Chien headed off to the bedroom. Once there, he hopped up onto the bed and curled up to Sam, who was spooned against Dean, sleeping with a soft smile on his face. Watching this, Lucifer nodded, pleased. Perfect. Making sure that what he wore was immaculate, he then stepped out of the room. Waiting for him, were two of his most trusted demons. With a nod, no words needing to be exchanged, he headed down to what he used as a conference room on the other end of the mansion. At the end of the hallway, far away from his room, he couldn't help but smirk, pleased. Yes! He had managed what he wanted!

All along, though he had no human body, he had known there was a way to manufacture something that resembled a human one. To do so, it was going to depend on the strength of his vessel, something he had in Sam, and high emotions of some kind. That he had found. What he had learned to do was from a knowledge that had been lost to humans many centuries ago. Though, somehow, from what he knew at this point, it was making a comeback among the new-agers such as pagans and Wiccans. It's base is that emotions and focusing on the positive ones were powerful things that could do much. Even so-called modern medicine realized a part of it; that a positive attitude could help cure you or at least aid in your recovery. That was the base of it. The details beyond that didn't matter when it came to that end of things. What did, though, was what he could accomplish.

After being caged for so long, he wasn't thrilled with the idea of being tethered to a body of a human to do what he wanted. However, to an extent anyway, he was going to have to do so until the humans were gone. That didn't mean he didn't want to find a way to give himself a longer leash, so to speak. Because of his power and that of Sam, he could manage that if Sam sustained those 'positive vibes', contentment, pleasure and good feelings. That would allow him to coalesce their power, so to speak, then form himself a body of a sort. It would take the shape of one that he chose, in this case, because it was one that was known to most, he chose Nick to do that. First step had been to allow Sam to 'share' the body and not shove him back the way Nick had been.

For Nick, because he hadn't been his true vessel, the power really wasn't there for him to allow such a thing. He would have fallen apart faster if he had done that. Once Sam got used to that, he had to work on the 'good feelings' thing. Sam, indeed, had the power he needed to accomplish it. It had just taken him time to find the key to get the power to where he needed. At first, once he had a rudimentary body, something more solid than a ghost but still not a 'real' body, he had known he was on the right track and pressed harder. That ghost-like visage, he had been able to separate from his vessel slightly. It hadn't been much of a tether, something that really couldn't go beyond something the size of his rooms. Even then, in the furthest reaches of them, it had been pushing it. Because it wasn't the strongest of things and took a great deal of power to manage, it had also worn Sam out and caused him to spend a lot of time ensuring the levels were kept where they were needed. There was also the fact that, even with that show, it wasn't at full power and fluctuated. So, it wasn't the ideal thing. If Sam had a slightly bad day, he wouldn't be able to manage the ghost-like form. That meant he had to ramp it up further. That's where Dean had come in. Dean had been the key to getting the power levels to where he needed them. Not only could he fully manifest a body, though not a 'real' one, just one that looked and felt like one, but the tether to Sam was much longer. This way, he could roam the whole mansion easily. No, he couldn't go much further than that, but it was enough. He was, in essence, still in his vessel, occupying Sam as always, but he had been able to form something akin to an umbilical cord that allowed him to roam away from Sam in a form that let him do things. It wasn't the same thing as roaming free, but it was the closest he could get. And, it was something that only someone with his kind of power could accomplish. Like with the first part he tried, most of the power did come from Sam and those feelings he had managed to produce in him but a large part of it also pulled from his own since he had a 'body', after a fashion. That meant that if Sam had a bad day and felt a little down, he wouldn't be suddenly yanked back into his vessel. He could sustain it for some time while working to get the 'good vibes' back where they were needed. That he liked.

There were, of course, downsides to it. No, there weren't many, but a few. The first was the limited umbilical. He could deal with that. He just had to be mindful of where the boundaries of his limits were and work from there. Along with that, he was going to have to be mindful of, especially these first few weeks, that, until both he and Sam got used to this, they couldn't be apart for hours on end. As they resided in the same body and this was an odd thing to do, if they spent too long at first while the connection, as it was, stabilized, they would have to build up to be apart for longer periods of time. At this point, there would be an internal sort of 'itch' that made both of them be uncomfortable when it was time for them to spend time together. To ignore it would cause them both some discomfort. As they got used to this, the period they could stay away would grow until it would be something akin to being a married couple; spending time at night together while doing their own thing during the day. That was his goal. It would make life easier on him if they did that. He had learned, since Sam became his vessel, to deal with his 'moods' and how he saw things. It would be nice to not have to, though. This way, Sam could do his 'thing' and he could do his own then not worry about upsetting Sam. It was perfect.

Though it was going to be like having two separate bodies, he was still possessing Sam and was connected. One of the upsides to it was that he could still read Sam's thoughts and know what was going on with him even if the whole house separated them. That would allow him to step in and put a stop to things that he didn't want to happen or know if there was an issue. He liked that. There would also be a way for the two to communicate if there were problems. He would, of course, hear Sam more than the other way around but it could work in the case of an emergency. It was just another assurance for him.

All in all, this was something he was greatly pleased with and would be continuing to the time where he was in full control of the earth. Then he wouldn't need a vessel at all and he could go about in his true form.

Stepping into the conference room, he grinned at the looks he received then nodded to those assembled. Taking a seat at the head of the table, he settled in then said, “We have a great deal to cover so it's best that we get to it.” Launching in, he went over what he wanted to accomplish then began to listen to reports.

Dean was used to waking up on full alert. With the life he had lived to this point then being in a house that was filled with demons, his senses tended to be on full alert. Especially now that he wasn't allowed to have his normal weapons around. Today, though, for the first time he could remember that he had not only slept very deeply but woke up slowly, not coming to full awareness right off the bat.

Lying there, as his senses gradually came online and began working, he was slightly confused. He was, by now, used to his own room and waking alone. Still groggy, he realized that not only wasn't he in his own room but there was a body pressed to his as he woke. Still befuddled slightly, he just assumed that he had a woman of some kind in bed. That was normal, after all, and had been since he discovered the opposite sex so long ago. As he woke up more, he remembered just where he was then that company of the opposite sex wasn't a likely explanation for the extra body. Thought process still slightly groggy and off kilter, he tried to remember the night before as he came to more but it wasn't until he hears soft snorting noises and a staccato thump on the bedding that the memories kicked in.

Eyes flying open, he glanced around, feeling guilt curdle his stomach. It was, of course, Sam curled up to him, still soundly sleeping. The other sound was Chien Noir wagging his tail. Apparently, the puppy had sensed that he was awake and was ready for some attention. Cracking an eye open, he looked down at the peacefully sleeping Sammy and couldn't help a small grin that turned up the corners of his mouth. He looked like a bigger version of his brother when he had been small. He had always slept peacefully. That, of course, had faded over time when he had learned what was really out there in the dark but for years Dean would wake to his brother sleeping peacefully and happy.

At the thought of Sam when he was younger, a tidal wave of guilt engulfed Dean as the events of the night before washed over him. There was no excuse for it. He wanted it, he wouldn't ever deny that, though he wouldn't say it aloud either, but he should never have gone there with him. Glancing down at his brother, he wanted to groan and shut the visions of what they had done the night before out but couldn’t. They just kept playing over and over in his head. With that, also came the inevitable rise of his flesh. Of course, he tried to will that away but it didn't work. His cock had a mind of its own and refused to listen to reason. That's when a panic of sorts began to set it. Sam, if he woke up, would most assuredly feel it. That he wasn't sure he could handle. No, his brother wouldn't say anything. Though, knowing Sammy the way he did by now, he was sure that there was going to be guilt on his end as well. Both of them, more than likely, were going to be awkward with each other for some time to come. On Dean's end, that meant he could shove everything back behind that wall again and bury it. It was better that way anyway.

With a loud groan, he tried to wiggle out from under the ginormous arm that was draped over him but it didn't work. Sam seemed to be acting like he was some kind of life-sized teddy bear, determined to hold onto him. With a groan, he flopped back down. The puppy was making some kind of whining noise that was sure to wake his brother up. Not sure if he was ready to deal with an awake Sam, he reached over and petted the dog, trying to hush him up, buying him some time to think about it before he had to face the reality. Really, though, it wasn't going to do any good. Well, beyond making him feel more guilty over what he had allowed to happen.

Scrubbing a hand over his face, he tried to think what to do. Honestly? The first thing that came to mind was running like hell so he didn't have to face Sam when he woke up. Again, it wasn't ideal and he would eventually have to face his brother over the issue but it would give him some much needed time to figure out just how in the hell to go about it. It wasn't going to happen though. He was pinned to the bed by Sammy and wasn't going anywhere without his brother knowing because trying to move him was going to end up waking him.

Just about then, the dog started to whine louder. Reaching over to pet him some more, Dean told him, tone hushed, “Shh, Chien, you're going to wake Sammy.” He hoped that would do it but assumed it wouldn't work. The dog had to probably go out or something so he wasn't going to calm down until he got to.

At about that moment, Sammy started to stir. Cussing, internally, Dean was starting to really panic over it, not sure what to do.

Used to being woken by Chien, Sam lifted his head then asked, voice still slurred from sleep, “Chien? Need to go out?” His answer was in the form of a bark. Nodding, giving a bone cracking yawn, he said, “Alright, go on and get someone to take you out.” He then gave a sleepy grin as the dog licked his ear enthusiastically before bounding off the bed and heading to the other room. With a groan, he then rolled over, taking his arm off the body he had it draped over. Looking that direction, he squinted and saw his brother. Unlike Dean, he wasn't fuzzy enough to not remember what happened the night before. There was a slight bit of guilt and embarrassment about it but, overall, with all he had done, especially having sex with Lucifer and being his vessel, he could handle it. Besides, it had been a fantasy come true. He wasn't going to regret that part of it. Sitting up, he yawned then said, “Morning, Dean. Let me get to the bathroom first then you can have it while I arrange our breakfast. Work for you, dude?”

Unable to say anything, Dean nodded. He was unable to look at Sam, though. Also, he was certain that his face was more than slightly flushed from the embarrassment he was feeling.

Figuring that Dean was dealing with his own end of things, Sam just gave him a reassuring smile then went into the bathroom. A quick shower was in order because he was sure he reeked of all kinds of things not to mention he was coated from the results of the activity the night before. There was no way that he could handle sitting around feeling like that let alone eat anything.

As soon as Sammy shut the bathroom door, Dean let the panic take over. Bailing off the bed, he snatched up his clothes then began to yank them on quickly. Though it was a cowardly thing to do, he was going to leave then spend the day locked away by himself. He had to do some serious thinking and wasn't going to be able to do that with Sammy around. Hell, he couldn't even look his brother in the face at this point. It was best to be alone then figure out a way to apologize for his lack of self control.

Once he was sure that his clothes were all in place, he headed for the door at top speed. He heard the shower going so he was sure that he could make an exit without Sam knowing he had done so until he came out. By then, hopefully, he would be ensconced in his own room and didn't plan on coming out for anything. However, that was put paid to when he stepped out into the sitting room area of Lucifer's suite. There, lounging on the sofa, was Lucifer himself. With an internal groan, he resigned himself to not escaping as quickly as he planned to.

Lucifer had been taking a walking tour of the mansion when he got the first signals from Chien that there was an issue with Dean. Having anticipated this, he just headed for the room, making sure that there was breakfast waiting for them when he got there. As always, he was certain that he could easily work with this, knowing what to do to get Dean to drop the angst he was carrying around. Sam, from what he could sense, seemed to be fine, tired but not having issues like his brother.

Plastering a smile on his face, Lucifer nodded to Dean then said, with a gesture, “Take a seat, Dean. I've arranged for breakfast for you.”

Figuring, from what he knew of this being so far, that wasn't a request but an order couched mildly, Dean sighed then planted himself, eyes on the floor. He didn't need to deal with Lucifer right now. There was enough for him to take on at this point and head evil wasn't one of those things he needed added on.

Nodding, wanting to roll his eyes at what he was feeling from the elder Winchester, Lucifer gestured to the breakfast that was laid out. “Help yourself. While Sam is showering, I believe you and I should have a talk.”

More as something to do than anything else, Dean loaded down a plate then began eating, make sure not to look up while he did though he didn't really tasting anything that went in his mouth. With a nod and gesture, he motioned that he was listening so to get it over with. As he wasn't sure what was going to be said, assuming it was about the night before, he wasn't certain he wanted to hear it either.

Settling back, getting comfortable, Lucifer looked at Dean then launched in, “I suppose wanting to run is your way of dealing with last night?”

Stopping the intake of food, Dean's eyes took on a haunted look then he glanced away from the being that was across from him, not wanting to answer. Alright, the blunt way, though he was known for it, wasn't how he wanted to deal with this. Swallowing what was in his mouth with a grimace, he then focused back on his plate, not saying anything, just shoving the food around with his fork. Any desire to eat anything was now completely gone.

Grinning, unable to help himself, Lucifer shook his head. “Dean, as I told Sam long ago, I'm the last being in the world that is going to make recriminations over what took place. In fact, I'll admit to orchestrating it, to a certain extent anyway.” That was, on his end, a tactical move. It would allow Dean to blame someone, at least partially, then they could move on.

Eyes snapping up, Dean looked at Lucifer, not understanding that part. “What do you mean, 'orchestrated it'? How did you do that?”

“Oh, I don't mean I put the desire there. That was, though you and Sam, both, were reluctant to admit it, there long before I came around. I just, how shall we say... pushed it to where you wanted to. No matter what I did, though, I didn't manufacture it and both of you could have said no at any time.” As briefly as he could, he ran down what he did, leaving out a great many details about it, of course. However, he was honest enough that most of the truth was there. When he finished, rather than let Dean mull it over, he switched tactics and said, “Not only did you two get something you both wanted for a long time, you helped your brother out a great deal. Do you know that?”

Waffling between being enraged at having been manipulated and wanting to bang his head on something over allowing it to happen since he had known going in to anything that Lucifer would have an agenda then he let himself walk right into it, Dean was pulled out of that by the latter part that was said. Scratching his head, wondering what the hell that meant, he decided he had no shot at figuring it out so asked, “How did anything that happened help Sam out? Explain that.”

Again, Lucifer gave Dean the briefest rundown of what he had accomplished, making it sound like it was in Sam's best interest to have it happen rather than for him as not only a show of power but freedom from his vessel. When he finished, he told the older Winchester, “See? You gave Sam what he wanted, something he longed for that provided enough contentment that the feelings I needed to separate from him, to an extent anyway, so I can deal with things that Sam finds unpleasant. That way he isn't subjected to those and won't be so upset all the time. I know you don't like the situation you're in, none of you do, even Sam, but this is better than the way it was, isn't it? You can spend time with your brother doing whatever while I go spend time tending to what I need to without having to expose Sam to what he doesn't like. Isn't that something you would help if you could?”

Though he was sure, just because of who this was he was dealing with, he was being manipulated, Dean could see how this would work. Sam, when they got out of this mess, was going to have real problems anyway, no doubt about that. Having it to where he wasn't exposed to the worst of the nasty stuff would help to where some of it was minimized. With a sigh, he shook his head then asked, tone dry, “I don't have to agree to anything or make a deal for this to continue? 'Cause, no offense, dude, I'm not doing that with you.”

“No deal needed, Dean,” Lucifer told him, holding up his hand. “It's something between Sam and I. You... though you figure into the whole thing, it's not something I will pressure you into. All you have to do is something you want, and did last night, anyway. Whether you continue on or not is your choice. I'll leave that up to you. Though I will add here that I find it rather silly to hold onto such a moral stance when you've broken about everything else in the world, such as murder.” Stopping, not wanting to go on with something that would be sure to offend Dean, thus causing a fight, he added, softly, “If it pleases you and your brother, harming no one else, I don't see why you would object. Nor, unless you tell someone, will anyone know beyond those that work for me. And they know to keep their mouths shut. Consequences for gossiping are not something they want to deal with.”

The gossiping part Dean was well aware of. No one in the house did that. Crowley had bluntly told them that such a thing would end up with you tortured before being killed. So, if he kept it on the down low, no one would know. The other part... since he would do anything for his brother, having proved that in the past, this didn't seem too bad. Especially since he wanted it anyway. Scrubbing a hand over his face, sure that he was walking himself into more than just agreeing to something easy, he nodded then said, tone resigned, “Alright, gotcha. Up to Sammy though. He can get... angsty about things like this. Especially when it comes to sex.” Cocking an eyebrow, he added, more as a statement than a question, though it came out phrased as such, “I'm going to have to be dealing with you a lot though, won't I?”

“As to the dealing with me part, yes, you will. I can assure you though, Dean, it won't be much worse than last night. If you feel you can't handle it, you can always go join your friends elsewhere and just come around when Sam is alone. Beyond that, I'll attempt to be pleasant, provided you don't go out of your way to provoke me.” Crossing his legs, Lucifer leaned back then smiled, smug, before saying, “As for Sam accepting it... I think, from what I feel from him right now, he's handling it better than you. I suppose that having to deal with things far more unpleasant over the last couple months when it comes to what I am doing makes things such as this easier on him than you. If you doubt that, though, talk to him. That will put your mind at ease.”

Nodding, once more looking down at his food, Dean began to eat once more, mulling it over. After a couple more mouthful's, he asked, “The sleeping arrangements... what about those?”

“Whatever you're comfortable with, Dean. I can make it known to everyone today that I have a longer tether so it won’t seem odd to your friends that you want to spend time with Same alone,” Lucifer offered. “All in all, I think it'll go smoothly.”

After a dip of his head once more, Dean dug back into his food and pondered that. It was quickly interrupted by Sam coming in, announcing he could have his turn in the shower and Chien showing back up. Unable to stop himself, Dean grinned as the puppy once more muscled his way onto the chair beside him and gave his ears a friendly lick. Giving the dog a slice of bacon as a treat, he looked at Sam. Of course, his brother seated himself between Lucifer's legs and leaned against the evil arch-angels chest like usual. After a passionate kiss between the two, something that made Dean twitch still, he listened as they discussed something about a creepy crawly/itchy feeling that he didn't quite get. Once more feeling jealous over what he was seeing, Dean managed to tamp it down though and get it under control. It wouldn't do to show such a thing. Instead, he shoveled the last of the food in his mouth then set the plate aside. Leaning forward, putting his elbows on his knees, he asked, softly, “You alright with everything, Sam? No emo episodes after last night?”

Looking at his brother, Sam ginned a bit sheepishly then shook his head. “Dude, I know it's probably strange to you but no. How is what we did worse than being Lucifer's vessel and living with him in my body for all these months now?” Flushing slightly, he looked away then added, voice soft, “Not to mention having sex with him.”

Grinning, unable to help it, Dean then made a mock sobbing noise before saying, “My Sammy, all grown up finally.”

Picking up a pillow, Sam grinned then threw it at him. “Dude, knock it off! Go get a shower!”

Giving a chuckle, Dean stood and stretched, “Alright, dude, no need to get violent about it. I'll be back in a few.” Heading back toward the bedroom, he vowed to get some time alone with his brother later that day to talk a bit about it. Sam might seem and act fine with it but he wanted to be sure to ease his own conscience over the whole thing.
Watching Dean go, Lucifer gave an internal nod to himself. That went better than he expected. Though he was sure that it wasn't the end of issues over it, he hoped the two brothers could work most of it out themselves over the next couple days rather than revert and have issues.

Not wanting to dwell on it, he focused back on Sam. Holding him close, he stroked his abs then said, “Tell me what you were feeling while in the shower. I need to judge the reaction and figure out how long I was gone so we know what to expect. Then I'll go through what the reaction you might feel is so we can be aware what to look for.”

Glancing over his shoulder at Lucifer, Sam nodded, “When I do, you're going to explain to me just what you managed and all that, right? It's strange but not in a bad way.”

“I'll explain it the best way I can, Sam, don't worry.” Lucifer nodded then gestured for his vessel to get on with it.

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