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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 6

Standing in his new room, Dean looked around, astonished. It was, by far, the most opulent place he had ever occupied. He had thought some of the hotels that they had been in when staying in Vegas before had been the utmost in grandiose but they paled in comparison to this room. It was like something out of a palace somewhere. Not only was it huge, it had everything in it he could ever want from big screen TV to video game consoles to a DVD/blu-ray combo player. The bed itself was enormous and, already, debauched visions of what he could do in the thing with a number of bodies was flitting through his mind. That made him grin slightly and shake his head.

Walking over, he opened the cabinet the TV was in and gazed. It was full of movies. Some were ones he had requested but others weren't and he hadn't heard of them before. Scattered among them were things of a more adult nature including hardcore porn and hentai. Though he didn't know who had the task of picking these things out, it looked like they had bought out a whole store and had a wide variety, something he liked, sure it would keep him occupied for some time to come.

Walking around, he arranged his few personal possessions and put away his clothes. As he expected, that didn't take long. After all, he didn't have much of those so, once it was done, he flopped in a comfy chair facing the TV and flipped it on before starting to channel surf. As it was during the day, there wasn't much on but he hoped to find a movie somewhere on one of the premium channels that might be worth watching. With the huge selection they now had, he, generally, could avoid the news, something he liked.

After finding something that he could at least deal with, he settled back to watch but, like most times, it wasn't something that grabbed his attention completely so his mind began to wander.

The first thing that popped into his head was suspicion over this whole moving thing. Though he liked the room and wasn't about to bitch, considering the being that had dictated they be moved, he was certain there was an ulterior motive somewhere behind it. He, Bobby and Cas had discussed that, quietly of course, and they all agreed on that conclusion. However, the rub was that none of them had a clue as to what might be behind it. Nor did they even have an idea as to what it might relate to. The only thing he could come up with was Sam and the power thing Cas mentioned. Lucifer had to know that his brother would be more happy and content being able to spend time with him. But, beyond that, he didn't know what it might be, just that his gut was telling him it was something big. Shit, the fucker ruled the world by now, what else could he want? That he didn't know but it wasn't something that he liked either. But, he figured, with him being right next to the head big, bad and nasty himself that there was something afoot and his placement wasn't an accident of any kind.

Sighing, he stared at the TV while the movie played on but wasn't really seeing it. The only other odd thing going on was there was now another being residing on the top floor with them. Cas said he was a half demon, half angel named Asmodeus and he was avoiding him like the plague, not even wanting to be near him. Though the angel up their sleeve knew who he was and that he seemed to control things to do with lust, that was the end of his knowledge. It was, however, the angel's thought that with him being here and having such a prominent place in the house when others that just visited didn't, that whatever was going on had something to do with him. Nor did Cas seem to like him at all. There was something off about Asmodeus that Cas seemed to pick up on, saying it made him twitchy in a way. That Dean didn't like and made him more than a little wary. But, with the situation they were in, they had no chance at all to do research like they did in the past, only going by what they knew of things with no hope of finding other means of looking into things. Sure, all of them had access to a computer and the library in the place but the computers weren't hook to the internet and the library was woefully short of anything that they could use to research things beyond wines and other bullshit none of them had any interest at all in.

So far, from what little interaction he had with the being that morning before being moved, he seemed courteous enough though more than a little arrogant. There was also something in those eyes that he didn't like, as though when Asmodeus looked at him he was calculating something. That put him on edge. It also told him they all better damned well figure out what was going on before they were in the middle of the mess then would have to do some serious work to get out of it. But that was the rub and they had no way to go about it. Nor, really, could they spend copious amounts of time together discussing such things. There was always a demon around to keep an eye on them and ear cocked to what they had to say then they would report back to Lucifer. Since they had gotten caught trying to plan an escape at one point, then been separated for a time because of it, they were far more wary of such things. The only source they had was Crowley but approaching him without others getting wind of what was going on wasn't easy. He was, as they knew, watched as closely as they were and it wasn't a walk in the park to wiggle around enough to find him alone to where they could ask. In this situation though, it would probably be worth the effort to do so. It was almost a certainly, as high up the scale as the demon had been, he would know something about the arrogant ass that could help them.

Sighing, Dean shook his head then heaved himself out of the comfortable chair to go get a drink out of the mini-fridge that was in his room. That he liked having but, right now, the room felt a little like a gilded prison. He was 'confined to quarters' while everyone was moved up here. Since they didn't want the three of them interacting during the chaos of moving, thus being able to get away with more than they normally would, he was in lock down until Bobby and Cas were moved. He didn't like that, still used to coming and going as he wanted. Even when they were downstairs, unless something huge was happening, they were allowed to do what they wanted. He was assured that once everyone was moved they could go back to doing that, using one of the empty rooms on the top floor like they did the one downstairs, but it still rankled that he wasn't allowed out right now.

Flopping back into the chair in front of the TV, Dean took a long pull of the bottle of beer he held, once more pointedly ignoring, like he did so often nowadays, just how early he started drinking anymore then focused back on whatever it was that was playing out. With a heavy sigh, he slouched down and rubbed his eyes in a weary way. No, it wasn't that he was physically tired, more like emotionally and mentally. It was nice to spend time with Sam again, something that did seem to lift his spirits, but it still didn't improve, much anyway, the situation he was in.

Giving his head a shake, the older Winchester slouched down then downed most of what was left in the beer bottle and stared, morosely, at the TV, bored and not wanting to think. While the mindless drek he was tuned into droned on, he shut his eyes and soon drifted off into a nap out of the sheer mundane of what was going on.

As was normal for him, the first part of his dreams dealt with all the nightmarish situations that led up to the position he was in. By now, this was a regular occurrence, one that no amount of drinking or trying to forget would alleviate. This, however, was different. While dealing with his normal litany of horrors, and the guilt that came along with them, things seemed to... change. It was almost like a 180 the opposite direction, in fact. What started out as a nightmare dealing with the horrors of what had happened, and how they all had failed to stop it, changed into one of the most intensely erotic dreams he had in a very long time.

Now, Dean would admit that he was a jaded, unshockable being when it came to sex. There was very little out there that he hadn't tried, including a couple drunken encounters with men just to see if he liked it. For the most part, he didn't care what they did as long as it didn't venture into some of the more extreme ends of things that dealt with bodily waste or serious pain. Though he wasn't a big fan of being tied up, considering how many times that had happened over the years when it came to the 'business' end of his life, that was understandable. Generally, as long as he got a piece of what he wanted, he didn't care what they did. But there was one part of his psyche that he kept in the deepest, darkest part of his mind and refused to acknowledge; the fact that since Sam was an older teenager, he had wanted to go there with him. It was something that he kept locked away and refused to deal with, a source of great guilt for him since, despite the life they lived, and societal rules they broke on a daily basis, this was one line he never wanted to cross, let alone admit to anyone was even a consideration. It was also part of the reason that he threw himself at almost any available female that was willing to spread her legs. That, he would admit, came about because he was trying hard, especially with his brother around, to prove it wasn't there and it was just one of those fucked up things about himself that he would never do. Most times, that distraction worked. Right now, it wasn't.

Relaxed in that comfortable chair, his mind ran through the litany of perverse things that he wanted to do to, and with, his brother. Most of it involved him being the sexual dominant and, in some cases, coercing Sammy into doing what he wanted. There was something so erotic about topping him that he couldn't envision anything else. Being someone that was quite sexually experienced, there were a great many things that he could think about wanting to do in such an encounter but, most times, it ended with him sinking his hard cock deep into his brother’s ass then pounding into him until they both came.

As that scenario repeatedly played out in his dream, Dean's body stiffened and he let out a soft moan as his rock hard cock pulsed in his pants as testament to how aroused the scenarios in his dream made him. In fact, it was so appealing that he was woken from the dream visions by the throbbing that came from his orgasm.

Slightly disoriented, he scrubbed a hand over his face before looking down and giving a disgusted snort to himself. There was no mistaking that the dream had, indeed, caused him to come. The myriad of emotions that came with that were something he damned well wasn't going to deal with so he shoved them aside. However, the residual disgust that boiled up in him over his own body's betrayal at finding pleasure in something he shouldn't wasn't something he could easily get rid of. Feeling his gut clench tightly, he hauled himself out of the chair then made his way to the elegant bathroom that was in his room, dropping his soiled clothes along the way. He would, of course, toss them in the hamper when he was finished but, for now, all he wanted to do was get rid of the physical evidence of what had happened and, hopefully, though he wasn't counting on it, wash away the thoughts that came with the whole thing. No, he wasn't going to allow himself to think of Sam that way and damned sure was going to force such thoughts away if they did come, no matter how appealing he might find such things!

Standing there under the almost boiling water, skin turning lobster red, Dean leaned his head against the wall and had his eyes shut. Though such things were normally there, he had such a tight lock on them that they rarely manifested themselves in such ways. It happened, maybe, once a year and never as intense as what he had just experienced. Even when it came to Famine, where everyone, including Cas, had been affected by something, it didn't come out. Hell, he couldn't ever remember, except when he was a teenager himself, cumming in his pants from such visions or dreams. But it had just happened. Which led him to wondering just why it was now? Maybe it was something like happened when Sam finally joined him after the whole nightmare with Jess. He would admit to having a few more of those dreams than normal after Sammy was back. Now, he was just getting his first close contact with his brother after a few months of barely seeing him. It seemed like the same thing to him. Though that part didn't seem right . For the sake of his sanity, though, he wasn't going to delve any deeper into the whole mess. If he did that, it might bring on more of those dreams or force him to analyze where they came from. Neither of those options were something he wanted so he was going for burying it back and denying it was there.

Deciding that was the best plan of action he could have, Dean nodded to himself then pushed off the wall. Grabbing the washcloth, he soaped it up then began to all but scour his skin with it, hoping to remove any evidence from his body, and mind of what happened, then would shove everything aside and deal with the mess at hand rather than the one in his mind.

Sitting in his room, Cas was staring at the television as it played something. Whatever seemed to be on was complex to him. It didn't help matters that he was still slightly confused as to which shows were 'real' and which ones were 'made up'. That was something that he never fully seemed to be able to grasp the way Bobby and Dean managed. Though he found both kinds of shows quite entertaining, in many ways, he just couldn't distinguish between the two enough to figure out which was which since they both looked 'real' to him.

Shaking his head, he used that remote thing to change the channels and see if he couldn't find something that he knew was real, what they called the news. Though all they played anymore was what humans called 'bad news', he wanted to know what was happening.

He was, honestly, what Bobby referred to as depressed. The time he had gone on the bender after it was apparent that God wasn't going to allow himself to be found was nothing compared to this. Lucifer, despite what everyone said and knew, won and was in charge. He didn't know what to think of that or how God had allowed it to happen. But it had and, now, he had to deal with the fallout without any kind of help from heaven or the powers he normally had. To top even that, he was a prisoner of his brother, stuck in this mansion as the powerful arch-angel wrecked havoc on the world and the humans in it. If he thought it would do any good and make him at least forget what was wrong for a while, he would have gone on another bender. But it didn't work last time and he was certain it wouldn't this one either.

Dropping his gaze from the television, he just stared at the floor, deep in thought. Normally, at this time of the day, he was holed up with Bobby and Dean somewhere. No, they didn't do or say much, but at least it was company of some sort. But, because the demons were busy moving everyone around today, they were stuck in the new rooms until it was over. He had been told, when he asked Crowley, that they should be done by noon at the latest. It just seemed like it was taking forever was all, especially since he wasn't used to being alone with this thoughts like this. It made things easier if there was someone else around, or so it seemed.

Though the walls of his room were thick, the fact that he wasn't human allowed him to hear or feel things they didn't so, when Asmodeus came out of his room and was talking to someone, he quickly picked up on it. Brow furrowing, frown deepening, he listened closely to see if he couldn't suss out what was being said. Like Dean, he was certain that the half breed being here, and taking a favored place on the same floor as Lucifer, meant something, probably nothing good for any of them either. His brother had to be trying to accomplish something if Asmodeus was staying. But what that might be, he didn't know.

After a few minutes, it became apparent that the Prince of Lust was talking to a servant, no one important, and he couldn't glean any knowledge about what he might be doing so he tuned out the rest of the conversation. That didn't mean, though, that he wasn't troubled by the mere presence of the being. There was no way he was here for something harmless. Asmodeus was powerful, one of the most powerful of the old demons, born of Lilith and an arch-angel. That meant that he was highly favored by Lucifer himself and the leader of many demons. For him to be here, it meant Lucifer had a job for him. Just what that might be was what troubled him.

If it was something that had to do with Lucifer's plans for the world, Cas assumed that he would be gone before long, out to take care of whatever it was. From the look of things, however, it appeared that he was moving in for an extended stay. What he had been discussing with a servant was how he wanted his room done. That told him that Asmodeus was planning on being here for a while. That led Cas to believe that whatever Lucifer had in mind had something to do with a being staying here, not a mission elsewhere.

Frowning as he looked at the floor, Cas tossed that whole thing over in his mind, trying to think what it might be. There was one possibility, the fact that he might try to create his own progeny with his henchman's help, but he wasn't sure about that. With Lucifer's power, he wouldn't need any assistance in getting someone to do what he wanted to produce a child. Then there was the fact that being in Sam's body would give him what he needed to do that. No, that couldn't be it. But that narrowed down enough of the possibilities that he wasn't sure what it might be.

Shaking his head in a tired way, he glanced at the clock then sighed. It was still a couple hours until they served lunch so he was going to be alone for a while longer. Not wanting to be inactive, he got up and began to pace his room, mind focusing on the question of the half demon but nothing seemed to want to drop into place. He couldn't come up with any kind of solid reason that he would be here and what purpose Lucifer might have for him. There had to be something to it but he just couldn't figure out what it was.

Walking over to the doors to the balcony, he opened them and stepped out. Walking over to the railing, he put his hands on it and looked down. The room he was in overlooked the pool so he gazed at the shifting waters and the pattern the light made on the bottom for a few minutes until something else drew his attention. Glancing over, he saw that a couple of the demons that basically lived here were outside, talking, as it looked like they were getting ready to leave to go attend to something. Seemingly unable to help himself, his gaze lit on one of the female ones. Meg. He knew her from his encounter with Lucifer the night he raised Death. Though she was occupying a different body than the one she had then, a short, pixie-like being with blonde hair, he knew it was her from the aura she gave off. That, in and of itself, wasn't odd. Meg, as he knew, had been here since they arrived. She was seen as one of Lucifer's most loyal supporters and he took great pains to treat her as such, thus giving her a favored status among the demons. It was, though, his reaction to her that surprised him.

While gazing at her, he felt a wave of lust permeate his being. Because Jimmy was still there and fully intact, just with him controlling things, he, sometimes, felt things from his host. It seemed that Jimmy found the body Meg was occupying quite arousing. That hadn't happened before to him. The only thing he could compare it to was the hunger for meat he had felt when they were hunting Famine. It was...disconcerting to him as he felt it too, along with a draw to the female demon in a way he had never experienced before. Though he could attribute a lot of what he was feeling to Jimmy, part of it wasn't, it was coming from himself. That he didn't understand. Angels weren't supposed to feel something like that. Yet, he was. And he was enjoying it.

Brow furrowing at that realization, Cas stepped back inside and shut the balcony doors firmly behind him then turned his back to them. This shouldn't be happening and he could think of no reason that it could but it had. Shutting his eyes, he tried to think and focus on something besides the first tendrils of want for the female demon. The fact that he even started considering such a thing was disturbing to him. There had to be a reason behind it.

Of course, as expected, his mind immediately jumped to Asmodeus. He was, after all, the Prince of Lust. But his mere presence here shouldn't inspire such a thing in him. There had been points when he had been around such beings before and it hadn't inspired such things. What was different now? That he didn't know but planned to keep an eye open or be wary of what was happening with Asmodeus until he could figure it out. Though his next thought was to make sure to say something to Dean and Bobby, he wasn't sure about that or how they would take it. With no information about why it had come about, he didn't want to say anything either. If it was just the aura of Asmodeus then it wasn't anything to worry about. So, he decided on the wait and see approach while wracking his brain for what it might be.

Though disturbed, he walked back over and seated himself, resuming watching the show that was on but more lost in his own thoughts than anything else.

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