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Sympathy for the Devil	By : Danyealle Category: Supernatural > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 5952 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural nor do I make any money from this work of sick and twisted fiction. It's just something I do to keep what remains of my sanity from being eaten away by rabid plunnies from the lowest level of hell.

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Chapter 2

Sitting at the table they had been using while teaching both Jesse and Cas how to play poker an hour or so before, Dean just sat there, staring at the top of it while he shuffled the cards for something to do. After the child had left, things had pretty much gone back to what they were before, all of them sitting around, moping, not really doing anything but listening to the TV. Since the Prince of Darkness had taken over there wasn’t much of anything decent on. Most channels ran news nonstop because of the state of the world. The channels that didn't seemed to run just mindless comedies, seemingly as a diversion from the horrors that were going on in the world. Neither option appealed to Dean at this point. Sighing, he shook his head, shuffling the cards faster but trying not to think too much. Usually, doing that led to two places; escape or Sam. Neither topic was a good one. Escape was pretty much futile and Sam was an uncomfortable topic that he really didn't want to broach. The more he thought about his brother, the worse he felt, imagining what horrors he must be going through.

Staring down at the table, trying to focus on something to get his mind off the two subjects he just didn't want to think about, Dean was drawn out of his thoughts by someone entering the room. Of course, with what was in this house, he was wary but relaxed when he saw it was just Crowley carrying in their dinner. Though he didn't trust the demon any further than he could punt him, he had his uses with things such as information. Truth was, Crowley really didn't have much to lose when it came to things like telling them the truth. He was certain that this was just a way to torture him, something Dean and the rest tended to agree with. There was every reason in the world to give them all kinds of information as it just might get him out of this mess and, probably, the death sentence he was under.

Slipping the cards back into their box, he tossed them aside then leaned back, waiting. If there was anything good to come of this it was the fact that they were well fed. Whoever was the cook around here went out of their way to ensure they ate well and had their favorites. Sniffing, he could pick up the smell of bacon cheeseburgers and onion rings, two of his favorites. Grinning slightly, figuring to take something good happening for what it was worth, he settled in and waited.

Quickly, Bobby and Cas joined him at the table as Crowley passed out their meals. Though Cas didn't eat, he sat with them and occasionally shared a drink while talking. As soon as his plate was set in front of him, Dean dug into the wonderful food. It wasn't until Crowley cleared his throat that Dean looked up. Usually, when he did something like that, it meant that there was a tidbit of information for them. He assumed that was what was coming this time so was ready to mentally file it away with all the rest he had been given. But from the look on Crowley's face there seemed to be more. After a particularly big bite of the excellent burger, he asked, mouth still full, “What?”

Clearing his throat, Crowley imparted, voice quivering slightly, “When you're done eating, I'm supposed to take you to see the boss.”

Giving him a bewildered look, Dean was about to ask who he was talking about but stopped when it hit him. Lowering his voice slightly, he asked, “You mean Lucifer?”

Swallowing thickly, Crowley just nodded, eyes taking on a haunted look.

After a worried glance to Bobby and Cas, who shot him one back, he no longer felt like eating. Putting his cheeseburger down, he looked back at Crowley then asked, “What the hell does he want to see me for?”

Giving Dean an incredulous look, Crowley spat out, “How the bloody hell do I know?!? It isn't as though he takes me into his confidence! But, from some of what I heard today, it seems that Sam is going to be allowed to talk to you.”

Dean was about to retort until he heard Sam's name mentioned. Eyes widening, he glanced at Bobby and Cas then back to Crowley. “Sam? He's going to let me talk to Sam?”

“That's what I heard. All I know is that I was told to bring you to him when you finished eating. So, hurry the hell up!” The demon snapped. He didn't want to be around the 'big boss' either so he planned to deliver Dean then run like hell, hoping he remained in once piece.

Shooting Bobby and Cas worried looks, Dean quickly scarfed down the rest of the meal, not really tasting it, then wiped his face before standing. “Let's do this,” he told Crowley firmly.

“You be careful, boy!” Bobby warned softly, not sure whether he liked this or not.

“I will,” Dean grunted, following Crowley out of the room.

By the time they had made it to the top floor of the mansion, Dean's head was spinning. Since being imprisoned here, he hadn't seen much of the place except what was on the ground floor, where his and the others rooms were. The sheer opulence of the place was staggering. Not to mention the massive size of it. But, of course, he wouldn't expect any less of the being that now ruled the earth, especially when it came to the size of the ego that Lucifer had. While walking along though, he memorized what he could of the layout in case it was needed later on. What for, he didn't know. But was better to have it and not need it then need it and not have it. While doing that, his mind was whirling all over the place.

Honestly, he didn't know what was going on or how this was going to work out. If Sam wanted to talk to him, how were they going to pull that one off? Lucifer possessed Sam and held control so he wasn't about to let his brother just take command. That could result in Sam tossing them into the cage. He doubted Lord High Big, Bad and Evil wanted that one to happen or even take the remote chance it could. But how was he going to talk to Sam then? That he didn't know but was more than slightly curious about.

Stopping in front of the middle room on the floor, Dean looked warily at the guards standing there. There was little doubt they were demons. Waiting, he said nothing, biding his time to see how this was going to progress.

Eyes shifting around, making sure he knew just where everyone was, Crowley cleared his throat then said, “Dean Winchester has been brought at Lucifer's command.”

Nodding the guards opened the opulent doors then motioned Dean in before telling Crowley he was dismissed.

Taking a deep breath, Dean stepped over the threshold, heart hammering in his chest. He couldn't help but think this was like a death row inmate taking his final walk since he didn't know what waited for him on the other end of it. But he managed to put one foot in front of the other and make his way in. While doing that, his eyes darted this way and that, taking in all the opulent furniture and rich carpeting on the floor. But the strangest thing was that the whole damn place, walls and ceiling both, were covered in mirrors. That was beyond bizarre and he couldn't figure out what they were for. Though there was a creeping dread dancing up and down his spine, he stiffened it and walked on until he was in the main part of what appeared to be the master bedroom. There, seated on the couch, dressed in an immaculate dressing gown and silk pants, holding a glass of some kind of alcohol was Lord High Evil One. Standing there, Dean waited to see what was going to be said though his first instinct was to do something to send him back where he belonged. But, as he had no weapons and this particular evil was riding his brother, he did nothing.

Lucifer was acutely aware when Dean had come to the door but chose to do nothing as he walked in and stood there. Part of it was ensuring that he was in control when it came to the older brother but part of it was also dealing with his vessel. As anticipated, Sam was most excited and pleased to have some contact with Dean, something he wanted, but there were issues of how to go about it. That's what they were dealing with at the moment. Quickly, they were able to work that out then lay down how to do this. Once that was done, Lucifer, still in complete control, motioned Dean in and gestured to the chair across from him, something that was set back and to the side so that it was easy for the being seated there to look in the mirrors. “Come, Dean, have a seat. We'll discuss how this visit will go before we delve in.”

Though his natural instinct was to snark something back, Dean didn't. He could tell by the syntax of the speech pattern that the being he was talking to wasn't Sam, but Lucifer. Since he wanted to talk to his brother, he wasn't going to fuck it up by getting into it with Head Evil. Walking over, he sat down stiffly, looking over at Sammy's body then waited.

Taking a drink of the excellent champagne he had been provided, Lucifer sat the glass down and relaxed back against the sofa, smiling at Dean. “Would you like a glass?” He offered but Dean shook his head no. Normally, he wasn't so cordial with humans but he didn't want to upset his vessel by tormenting his brother either so it behooved him to play nice with the little cockroach. Making sure to hold onto Sam, stroking his hair to keep him calm until he was allowed to talk, he then said, “I believe your drink of choice is beer, is it not? Would you prefer to have one of those instead?”

Forcing down the urge to tell Lucifer just where he could stuff the bottle of beer, Dean nodded.

Snapping his fingers, Lucifer summoned one of the minor demons to bring Dean a bottle of beer. Once it was delivered, he settled in then spoke. “Before this goes any further, let me lay out some ground rules for how this will happen.” Seeing Dean stiffen up, he gave a small smile then said, “Nothing too complex, I assure you, Dean. The biggest, of course, is you won't, how shall we say it... go out of your way to antagonize or upset me or your brother. Beyond that, I believe I can work with most things. I will also add that if this goes well it can be something that happens more often. However, you might feel more at ease if you look in the mirror rather than at me. That way you can see whom it is you’re speaking to.”

Automatically, Dean’s eyes flitted to the mirror. What he saw there made them widen and him be unable to say anything. The reflection showed both Sam and the vessel he knew as Lucifer, that of Nick. They seemed to be two separate beings. Sam appeared to be sitting between Lucifer's spread legs, leaning back against him while the Prince of Darkness had an arm casually draped over his brother's waist. His other seemed to be petting Sam's head softly. His brother was looking at him with those big dewy eyes of his but was saying nothing. Seeing the visage of Nick smile and nod, he asked, stammering slightly, “How? How is this done?”

Smiling, Lucifer said, “I believe I will let Castiel explain the mechanics of it when you speak to him next. It's not complex, I assure you. But I will say, as you can see, both of us are here. It will just be easier on you to speak to your brother this way.” Arching an eyebrow, he waited until he saw Dean nod then continued on. “Now, as I said, this can be a more frequent occurrence if both of you behave. I will also remind you that I am always here, Dean. I will see and hear everything. But I will allow Sam to be more in control to talk to you. Is that something you feel you can work with?”

It wasn't what Dean wanted, he would be the first to admit that, but if this was the only way he could talk to Sammy, even a little, he would go for it. Sure, he would have to be careful what he said but he could deal with that. After a quick glance at Sam's body, he then looked back into the mirror and nodded, taking a swig off the bottle of cold beer he had been brought.

“So be it,” Lucifer replied and let Sam come to the forefront enough that he could talk to his brother.

Feeling he was the part in most control but also feeling the kind of leash Lucifer held, Sam chose to ignore that. Instead, he grinned then said, softly, “Hey, Dean.”

Glancing at the mirror, he could see both of the souls in his brother's body then he looked back at the body they inhabited. From the look on the face, he could tell that was pure Sam. Grinning back, ignoring the mirror, he said, “Hey, Sammy! You doing alright, dude?”

Shrugging, Sam gave a sad smile then said, “As well as can be expected, Dean.” Sobering up, he then said the one thing that had been at the forefront of his mind, “I'm sorry, Dean, I failed.”

Holding his hand up, not wanting to get into it right now, especially since Lucifer was right there, he said, “Let's not go there, Sam. We deal with what we have now.” Glancing at the mirror, he could see Lucifer nod in approval. But something else bothered him more about what he saw. The way the evil fallen angel was holding and touching his brother bugged him more than he cared to admit. Filing that away for later, he turned back to face his brother then grinned, “This is a great place! Better than anything we've stayed in before!”

Smiling, Sam nodded, liking that they were easing into it, not jumping directly into things that would be uncomfortable. “Yeah, it's huge! Cas and Bobby doing alright then?”

“Yeah, we stay together most of the time. Trying to keep from going out of our minds with boredom. Jesse Turners here and we spend time with him, playing games and that.” Dean told him, looking into his brother's eyes, not liking the sadness and guilt he saw there.

Smiling a little, Sam nodded, “Yeah, I talk with Jesse here and there, playing some video games with him once in a while. He's a good kid.”

“He is!” Dean nodded. “Poor kid is bored though. Only adults are around. We are too so it's no biggie. We play games with him and that to help. Earlier we were corrupting him and teaching him how to play poker. He seemed to like it.”

Chuckling, Sam grinned from ear to ear, “I bet he enjoyed the hell out of it too! Same with the rest of you!”

That patented million watt smile of Deans came on and he laughed, “We all did, I admit it! Sure as hell beats the boredom!”

Sitting there, listening, Lucifer was pleased with how it was going. Though Sam was still feeling down and the guilt was there, he was cheering up, something he had wanted with this little visit. Though he was content to let them talk, he wanted to remind them that he was there in a way. Also, to seem less threatening with Dean. Until the older Winchester loosened up slightly, there were going to probably be issues with Sam. He hoped he could smooth the way slightly. Clearing his throat, he jerked Sam's head towards the mirror. When a puzzled Dean looked at it, he said, “I do believe most of the basement of the place is furnished to something like a recreational area of sorts. There are video games down there as well as a full bowling alley if I remember right. I take no issue with you and young Jesse using that to entertain yourselves to stave off boredom. There is also a pool out back you can use if you wish. Tomorrow, I'll ensure its cleaned and that they know you can use either place at your whim, with supervision of course. Sam can even join you from time to time, providing there are no problems or schedule conflicts with me.”

Though Dean was loathe to say thank you for anything to this bastard, he had to admit that something like that might improve things for those forced to stay here and Jesse was bound to adore it so he nodded but said nothing. Pulling his eyes away from the mirror, he glanced back at Sam and smiled, “Other than that, they treating you alright? No one is torturing you or anything?” Though he said it in a lighthearted manner, he was serious. He wanted to make sure his brother was fine.

Griming sadly, Sam shook his head, “I've fine, Dean, really I am. No one treats me badly.” Glancing over at the mirror, he saw Lucifer looking at him. Though the expression was a mild one, he saw concern in his eyes then added, “Lucifer makes sure no one would do something like that and does everything to ensure I’m taken care of.”

Examining Sam's face closely, he glanced at his body then to the mirror, seeing Lucifer nodding and a small smile on his face. From the look of things, Sam did appear to be being taken care of, having everything around him that he needed to be as content as he could with all the things that he had to deal with seeing and hearing. That was about the best he could hope for and nodded, deciding it probably wasn't wise to delve deeper into some things. Clearing his throat in a nervous way, he launched in to talk about some of the things he, Bobby and Cas did during the day, trying to stay away from serious subjects. He wanted this to go well so that he could have some time with his brother again. That wouldn't happen if he pissed off the evil son of a bitch that was riding him. So it was best to bite his tongue and not say anything for now, at least not until they figured out some way to get that son of a bitch out of his brother. Then there would be some serious revenge for this.

Being escorted back downstairs, Dean felt both relieved and troubled. He was feeling better knowing that Sam was alright, being treated well and all that. There was also the fact that Lucifer had agreed to let the brothers spend time together when he didn't have things to do. Oh hell no, there was no way he was going to fuck that up by being an asshole! Along with that, he had asked for a few things that Lucifer had agreed to so as to make his and the others lives better, like a DVD player and some movies. That was granted easily so he was going to be playing nice Dean for a while. But there was something about the situation that bothered the living shit out of him; all that damned touchy feeling crap Lucifer seemed to be doing to his brother.

Every time he looked in the mirror, Lucifer was clinging on his brother in some way and petting his head or touching him. At first, he thought that might be the manner in which things had to be but there were times that he did see him lean back and not touch him, just resting and watching Dean. There was something about that, aside from the fact of who it was, that bothered him in some way. He did, casually, acting curious because he was, asked if Sam could feel him and he said he did. He wanted to ask how that could be but Lucifer gave him a look that made it clear such questions wouldn't be answered and he didn't like them being asked so he had shut his cake hole. Things were going well and he didn't want to fuck it up by asking about things that Lord Big, Bad and Evil didn't want to discuss. However, he made a mental list of them and decided to talk to Cas about it. The angel might not know everything but he could probably fill him in on some of it.

The other thing that bothered him was that Lucifer seemed to be going out of his way to ensure that Sam was happy, doing all kinds of things he wanted. He had even ensured that he stopped things several times to inquire about things Sam might want like food, drink, some cards to play, watch a movie, whatever. At first, Dean had thought it was to ensure that he realized the fucker was still there. Maybe a couple times it was, but he realized that most of the time it was for Sam, he was going out of his way to take care of him. He had never seen Cas or others do that with their vessels. Why then was Lucifer doing it? That he couldn't figure out. He just hoped Cas knew what was going on. There was something more to this but he didn't know what it could be either. He was going to figure it out though! If it had to do with Sammy, he was damn sure going to make certain that things that were being done weren't going to harm his brother either. His worst fear with it had to do with what Nick looked like before he had fallen by the wayside. There was no way that he wanted his brother to end up looking like that. He wasn't exactly sure what had happened to Nick since they had hightailed it out of there when it became apparent that Sam couldn't overpower Lucifer, but he didn't think that he was alive as bad as he had looked. It was bad enough this son of bitch was riding his brother, he wanted to make sure that nothing worse came of it. No, he couldn't guarantee they could do anything to send Lucifer back where he belonged but if they did he wanted his brother in the best shape he could have him. So that meant he had to know what was going on where when it came to this shit.

However, on the other hand, he did like that he had managed to get some things out of the evil bastard. Going down to play in the game room, that would be great. So would having a DVD collection. It sure as hell beat watching that depressing shit on TV all the time. Yeah, they were just small things but it would make life easier since there wasn't anything they could do all day. Right now, there was no price tag on the things he had gotten out of Lucifer but he was sure that there would be one eventually. He would just wait to see what it was and how high.

Shaking his head, he tried to push things aside and focus. There was much to think about and talk over but the overriding thing that came out of it was he was going to start getting to see Sam on a regular basis. That he wanted and would focus on it while trying to figure out what was going on.

Seeing the door to the room they all usually hung out in, Dean ignored the demon walking by him and hurried that way. He knew that Bobby and Cas would want to be filled in about what he had seen and he wanted some answers so it was time to hash things out.
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