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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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Chapter 8

Sitting in the hot tub that was connected to the pool, Dean watched the others screw around in the water. Well, except Bobby. Bobby was seated next to him drinking a beer. But Cas, Jesse and his parents were all in the water playing some kind of game. Their handlers, of course, were there but staying in the shadows, just observing, like usual.

Taking a long pull off his beer, Dean then sat the bottle well off to the side so that it wasn't affected by the heat from the water, keeping it cold as long as possible. Normally, since being allowed to use the pool, he had thrown himself into the games in the water with Jesse, having fun. Today, though, he wasn't feeling like doing that. He was a bit concerned about some things that had him in more of a contemplative mood than anything else.

After the first time of being allowed to see Sam and them moving up to the top floor, he got to see his brother every day. Though it was something that could be awkward, he had enjoyed it. In fact, during the next two weeks, he enjoyed the living hell out of it and looked forward to the visits. Yeah, Lucifer was always there but he learned to ignore it and just talk to Sam. But then, earlier this week, that had just stopped. Stopped cold. From what he was hearing from talk around, Sam and Lucifer were pretty much holed up in their room all day. Any meetings that were held, even those had been cut to the only had to have ones, were taking place there and as short as they could be made. Other than that, Sam/Lucifer didn't come out of their room. That had, as one would expect, started all kinds of talk and speculation about what was really going on. The ones that did go in for meetings weren't the kind that would actually say anything so no one ever heard from them but the others did like to try to suss out what was going on so the rumors were flying, quietly of course. He, himself, was worried. Was something going on with Sam? Did something happen to his body? Those were just two of the many bad case scenarios that played out in his head. Of course, he had asked to see his brother, several times, but was turned down with the statement that Lucifer was busy and no visitors were being accepted. That bothered him even more. He was going nuts trying to figure out just what was happening!

Sighing deeply, he shook his head then slid down further until he was up to his neck in the bubbling hot water. He had put in another request today to see his brother but hadn't heard anything yet. Usually, it was an almost immediate turn down but it wasn't today so he had hope. He just wasn't sure how he would handle it if something was wrong with Sam. And all the waiting sent his imagination into overdrive. Shit, he hated this! Hopefully, though, today he would at least know what was going on.

Laying on his back, naked, on his bed with the sleeping Sam sprawled over top of him, Lucifer was looking in the mirror, an arrogant, smug grin on his face. Oh, he was quite pleased! Shifting around, he stroked Sam's hair and the grin grew. His vessel possessed more power for him than he ever dreamed! From Sam alone, he had been able to partially accomplish what he wanted. That meant that if he threw the Dean part into the equation things would work out perfectly! He just had to push it there and thought, with what he was doing, he would accomplish that in a matter of days.

Smirking evilly, he shut his eyes and ran his fingers through Sam's hair. After a week of exile and Asmodeus' special brand of help, Dean should be climbing the walls by this point. There would be worry, as he would expect. Worry that he was torturing his brother or something was wrong with him. That he planned for. He stretched out the week and let the rumors flow, something he usually quashed quickly. It was all part of the plan and was working from what those he had charged with keeping an eye on Dean said. The older brother was most assuredly concerned about Sam to the point of distraction. Perfect! That's what he wanted. It would play along with his plans and fit perfectly with something else he knew of the older brother.

Today, he decided, was going to be the one that he pushed things further with Dean just to see what would happen. He hoped that Dean would fall right into his plans but wasn't counting on that. Either way, it was going to push them. He was just going to have to wait and see what happened later in the day.

Wiping any evidence of the evil smirk he had off his face when he felt Sam start to awake from his nap. He had plans for his vessel, something that would further his agenda with Dean, so it wouldn't do to put him on guard. Best to play it normally then go from there.

Sliding his hand down, he rubbed the lower part of his vessels back, right above his ass then said, when Sam's eyes drooped open, “Did you have a good nap, Sam?”

Stretching and yawning, Sam nodded then flopped back down, one arm draped over Lucifer's stomach.

Nodding, Lucifer grinned then flipped both of them over to where Sam was on his back before slithering up his vessels body and kissing him passionately. Breaking it off, he looked down at him, grinning bigger, “Good! Let's have some fun!”

Sitting in the room that was designated for them to congregate in, Dean was sprawled on the sofa while the other two were in chairs, all watching the next season of a TV show they had become addicted to. It was something that was far enough removed from what was going on in the world that they could get into it. Sipping at the beer he was holding, his eyes were glued to the TV but his mind was on Sam. It was after dinner time and he had yet to hear whether or not his could visit his brother. That was strange. Usually, the answer was something that came quickly. Lately, that had been no. As of now, he didn't know whether it was a good sign or one that he should worry about. Well, shit, as would be expected, he was doing the worrying about it, something he couldn't help. By now, he had bugged those that watched them several times about his request but all they came back with was that they hadn't gotten an answer yet. That he didn't like. It was strange enough that it put him on edge about things and drove him nuts not knowing. Sighing, he shook his head and slouched further down, taking a long pull off his beer while trying to focus on the TV.

Just as they were putting the second DVD for the season they were on in the player and the munchies had been delivered by Crowley, one of the demons, Dean wasn't sure of his name, that answered directly to Lord High Asshole himself came in. Eying him warily, the older Winchester watched him talk with their 'handlers' then make his way towards him. Stiffening up, he wasn't sure if this was good or bad news so was going to be on his guard.

Sargatanas, after ensuring his clothes were straight, spied the human cockroach Lucifer wanted to see so he made his way towards him. Normally, as one of Lucifer's chief lieutenants, he didn't perform such mundane tasks as fetching people for his boss but this was one of those odd cases. As he could understand the reason behind it and how there was something that the boss didn't want revealed, thus it being spread around, he wasn't going to complain about doing so. Actually, he was fairly smug about being one of the very few that knew the secret his boss wanted to keep so there was going to be no complaint on his end about this task. Once he was beside the older brother of Lucifer's vessel, who was eying him with distrust, he told him plainly, “Lucifer has decided to grant your request to see your brother. If you'll follow me...” he trailed off then turned and made his way back towards the door.

Eyes widening, Dean put down his bottle of beer then said a quick goodbye before scrambling up to follow the demon. Heart thudding in his chest, he made his way down the hall to what looked like Lucifer's unguarded door. It wasn't until he was right in front of it that he heard the snuffling and breathing of what sounded like some big dogs. That stopped him cold. Of all the creatures in the world he feared, hellhounds were close to the top of the list and it appeared that Lucifer had taken to using them as guards rather than his normal ones. Though his hair was standing on end and skin crawling as his mind raced over past encounters with the creatures, Dean didn't let it falter his steps any, continuing to trail along. He assumed that as long as Lucifer was allowing him in, the creatures wouldn't harm him.

Amused by the uptick in fear from the human, Sargatanas grinned slightly but quickly wiped it off his face. Opening the door, he motioned for Dean to enter then said, “Lord Lucifer will have someone escort you back when you're finished. Don't attempt to pass the hounds on your own or you won't survive the encounter.”

Feeling his skin crawl more, Dean just nodded then entered. When the door shut behind him and clicked, he glanced at it to make sure. Realistically, he knew that the hounds wouldn't come in unless Lucifer bid them to but his fear of the creatures made it to where he wanted to make sure of that. Once that fear was taken care of, he began the now familiar trek into where they always met. Though it wasn't a long walk, he noticed something odd along the way. The mirrors were almost all covered by various things. Since he started the visits, they had been quite visible so that no matter where you were, you could see Lucifer. But, now, most were covered by something tasteful or expensive looking. That he didn't know what to make of until he stepped foot in the room where they always met.

Stopping, he looked at the sofa, eyes bulging and mouth all but hanging open. As expected, Sam was there but sitting behind him, looking as though he were a real living being, was Lucifer himself, clearly visible. What the hell? Shaking his head, he looked again but saw the same thing. Lucifer, too, seemed to notice him and motioned for him to take a seat in his normal place. Dean, of course, played the good boy and did that but noticed that Lord High Evil was keeping one hand firmly on what looked like a sleeping Sam, stroking him as always. But there was something even odder than seeing Lucifer appear in the flesh, well, what he knew was Lucifer anyway, the vessel Nick. He didn't get time to ponder what it could be though because his attention was quickly drawn to the evil archangel when he said his name. Knowing by now Lucifer didn't take it well when he ignored him, Dean looked his direction then said, after clearing his throat, “What was that? Sorry, wasn't paying attention.”

Grinning internally, Lucifer nodded then said, tone sympathetic, “I understand that seeing me is probably quite a shock so that's understandable.”

“You ain't kidding there!” Dean said, scrubbing a hand over his face. “How...” he started but was interrupted.

“That, Dean, is something I'm going to keep to myself,” Lucifer told him smoothly but with a tone that spoke of the fact that he didn't want to be questioned about it.

Taking the hint, Dean nodded but was pondering it. Squinting his eyes, he glanced first at Sam, who appeared to be dozing, not even noticing his presence yet, then to Lucifer. Honestly? Lucifer looked damned real! He was sure he hadn't suddenly grown a body but it sure as hell looked like it! The how question was still there, of course, but so were several others such as was it a body and other things. But he was loathe to ask about it either, assuming those were questions that wouldn't be answered. Rather than delve into that, thus probably irritating Lucifer, he asked, softly, “Sam alright? I mean, usually...” That's where he was cut off.

“I assure you, your brother's fine, Dean,” Lucifer told him in a soft, soothing voice. “He's just tired is all. He'll wake up in a few minutes, have no fear.” After slipping an arm around Sam's waist, he held him close, other hand starting to rub up and down his bare chest that was exposed from the partially open silk robe he was wearing. That was a tactical move and he knew it. He wasn't trying to push for anything, not at all, just to see Dean's reaction to it. While keeping his eyes locked on the older brother, he nuzzled Sam's head in an affectionate way before muttering his vessel's name to wake him.

Dean's eyes, involuntarily, went to where Lucifer was stroking Sam and he felt his ire start to rise though he tried not to let it do so. Along with that came another huge tidal wave of guilt. Those damned dreams, the ones he'd been having since he was moved and started with that wet one, were continuing on full force. They had not only brought on a wave of guilt every time he had one or thought about it but actually had him pondering going there with his brother if he ever had the opportunity to do so. That, of course, ramped up the guilt over it, making it even harder to deal with than it already was! Shifting his eyes away, he cleared his throat in a nervous way then waited. He wasn't even sure that, when Sam did wake, he would be able to look at his brother without some of what he was feeling showing on his face.

Though he didn't look like he was paying attention to the older brother, Lucifer was keeping an eye on his expression, grinning, inwardly, when the amalgamation of emotions flitted across it then a slight red stain began to creep up from his neck, indicating embarrassment. It appeared that what Asmodeus was doing was going just how he wanted. Dean was, he hoped, ripe for the final push. That was something that he planned to do with this visit.

Focusing back on Sam, he managed to, after several attempts, get him to wake up. He was well aware, since his vessel hadn't had much sleep that day because they had spent the large majority of it engaged in some kind of sexual act, that he would probably be sleepy through the whole visit. Something, too, that would play right into what he wanted from this. That's why he had agreed to the whole thing today. Sam, even though he would want to spend time with his brother, was exhausted and would probably fall back to sleep. There were also some things he was going to do to edge things along in that direction. Sam would, of course, walk right into them without knowing. All he had to do now was push him that direction, something he would make very easy, without a doubt.

Eyes drooping open, Sam rubbed them then muttered, “Something wrong?”

Stroking down Sam's bare abs, getting close to the waistband of the pajama bottoms he had on, Lucifer replied, softly, “No, Sam, nothing's wrong. Dean's here to see you is all.”

Rubbing his eyes again, Sam managed to focus the best he could through the exhaustion and sexual euphoria he was still feeling to look at his brother and smile. “Hey, Dean!”

Looking at his brother, Dean grinned a bit and shook his head. He had seen this look enough that he could tell tired Sam easily enough. But there was something else there, a glazed look that he couldn't quite put his finger on. He knew what it was but couldn't quite figure out what it related to. Quickly, he wracked his brain but could come up with nothing right off the bat. Now, it was going to bug him until he did figure it out. Chuckling, he said, “A little tired there, Sammy?”

Grinning a little sheepishly, Sam nodded then said, “Yeah, haven't had much sleep.”

Though Dean was dying to ask the reason for that, he didn't. Especially since Lucifer shot him a look that told him such things wouldn't be welcomed. Clearing his throat, he tried to think of what to say next but Sam stopped him.

Shaking his head to get rid of some of the fuzzies, Sam said, “Gimme a sec alright, Dean? I gotta use the...” he trailed off.

Nodding, understanding, Dean told him, “Do what you gotta, dude.” Actually, he was curious about this. With being able to see Lucifer now, he wondered if they were still going to act like they were sewn together or if Sam could move on his own. That he was curious about. Plus, all the information he could get on it would be helpful when it came to picking Cas' brains about the topic later. That and he wanted to observe for himself.

Nodding, Lucifer gave Sam’s abs another caress then removed his arm, nodding, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth, “Go on, Sam. Hurry back so Dean doesn't get too twitchy staying alone with me.”

Grinning slightly, Sam nodded, “I'll hurry.” Then he stood and walked towards the closed door that led to the sleeping quarters of the room.

Dean watched, stunned, as Sam moved about while Lucifer stayed sitting on the sofa. Honestly, he couldn't believe what he was seeing. From what Cas had explained, they were tethered together but now Sam was moving without Lucifer. What the hell had the devil done to manage this?

Ignoring Dean's incredulous look, though grinning inwardly about it, he looked over his shoulder and said, voice raised slightly, “Let Chien Noir out so he can get used to Dean. It wouldn't do to have him attack your brother.”

“I will!” Sam shouted from the other room.

Staring at the room that Sam went into, Dean scrubbed a hand over his face while wondering just who the hell this Chien Noir was and what he was doing in their bedroom alone. As he pondered that, though, a soft smell began to tickle his nose, one quite familiar to him, that made things click into place.

Head jerking up, he stared, wide-eyed at the doorway Sam disappeared into and took a deep breath to try to take a better sniff without looking like that's what he was doing. Once he confirmed it in his mind, he had to stop himself from glaring at Lucifer then blurting out the first things that came to mind. Oh that smell was one he knew well. It was the scent that was left after many hours of having sex with someone! Something he tended to call erotic musk. Of course, it was a mingling of many smells but they all ended up smelling basically the same. As he had plenty of experience with such things, he knew it well. Now the question was how in the hell did it get there and who was engaged in the act to leave it behind? He didn't think that Lucifer would loan his bed out to anyone to use for such a thing so that left him and Sam. No, he didn't even want to ponder that thought! Sam and Lucifer? HELL NO! Shit, as far as he knew, Sam never thought about guys. Shit, his brother didn't even think about women much! No way he would go there. Added on to that was the backwash of jealousy that came from even pondering the fact that Sam might go there with another guy. That, added to the guilt over the erotic dreams about his brother was something he was having a hard time controlling. It also made it to where he wanted to say something smart ass to the evil bastard in the room with him. But even he knew better than to do that one.

Watching Dean, Lucifer actually had to fight to keep from laughing at the older brother. Though, normally, Dean had one of the best poker faces around, the emotion he was feeling played out over his and was easily readable. Perfect! It was all going just as he wanted. Making sure he had that under control, he told the other being in the room, “There is some cold beer in the mini-fridge, Dean, help yourself.” Then he pointed over to where the small appliance was.

Taking that as one helluva good excuse to get himself completely under control, Dean nodded then went over to grab himself one. As he was walking back to his seat, the biggest, ugliest dog he had ever seen bounded into the room and all but tackled him, barking. Stiffening up, not sure what to do as the creature put its paws on his shoulders then locked it's silver eyes with his. Trying to not let any fear show, knowing creatures like this tended to be able to sense that, he waited to see what would happen.

“Down, Chien!” Lucifer commanded forcefully. Then, tone softening, he explained, “He won't hurt you, Dean, unless Sam or I commands it. Or, if you are attacking us. He's just a puppy so he's enthusiastic is all. Nothing to worry about.”

Once the dog sat down in front of him, tongue hanging out, tail wagging happily, Dean sat back down and gazed at the animal warily. It was huge, bigger than any dog he had ever seen, the body of it coming up to his waist at least, with shaggy inky black fur that almost seemed to absorb the light. It had silver eyes and a massive head with jaws that he was certain could easily crush human bones with little to no effort. And, from the size of the teeth in that mouth, it looked like it could easily rip flesh as well. Keeping an eye on the creature, he cracked open the beer and took a swig then asked, “Uhhh... where did he come from?”

“Oh, Sam mentioned he always wanted a dog so I got him one. Chien will also serve as good protection for him as well. He won't hurt you, I promise.” Lucifer explained offhandedly.

As if taking that as a cue, the dog hopped up onto the chair with Dean, muscling his way beside him, then leaned against him and began to lick his ears, tail wagging happily.

Unable to help himself, Dean grinned then petted the dog. One look at the canine was enough to tell him that this was probably a hellhound mix of some kind. But he seemed friendly enough. “Yeah, Sam always wanted a dog but we moved around so much that it wasn't possible to get one.”

“Well, Chien is his now. We'll be here for quite some time so I don't have an issue with him having one. And he will be great protection,” Lucifer said, leaning back.

“He won't hurt you, Dean, I promise,” Sam said as he came back in, rubbing his eyes in a sleepy way once more. Shuffling back over, he seated himself between Lucifer's spread legs once more and leaned back against the body-like thing behind him. Stifling a yawn, he said, “Chien is great. I really like him. There is one for Jesse too, same litter, but they want to make sure the other one is fully trained before Lucifer hands him over.”

Chuckling as the dog slobbered all over his ears and tried to all but crawl inside him to get more attention, Dean nodded, “Jesse will love one. Will keep him busy!” But as he said that, he couldn't help but notice that Sam had, once more, sat down right in front of Lucifer, leaning back against him in an intimate way. The devil also resumed touching him as well, his hand sliding up and down his naked torso. That bothered him a great deal. If Sam could go to the bathroom on his own then he could sit away from Lucifer if he wanted! Why didn't he then? Combining that in his mind with the smell from the other room and he was starting to get twitchy. No, he didn't like this at all but resolved to keep it to himself until he was alone. Hell, he wasn't even about to tell Cas or Bobby about this! But he wanted to understand it.

Rubbing his eyes some more, Sam fought off a yawn then said, “If he bothers you, just tell him to get down. He's really affectionate and likes to be paid attention to.”

“I couldn't tell that, Sammy,” Dean grinned, still petting the massive head of the animal that was leaning against him. Though he wanted to ask just what kind of breed the dog was, he decided he really didn't want to know since he was sure hellhound was involved in it. It was best to not know and go with the fact that the animal was a friendly puppy. Sipping at his beer while he petted the dog, he glanced back over at the two then began to ask other questions about the dog to get things rolling.

Late that night, Dean was in his room, pacing, unable to sleep. All kinds of things were bothering him that he couldn't set aside. The visit, like the others, hadn't been a bad one. Though it had been shorter than most, only about 45 minutes since Sam had fallen asleep. But it had bothered him to no end. First, there was the sex angle. He was sure, watching the way Lucifer touched his brother in increasingly intimate ways, that he was dead on certain about the sex angle between the two. The worst though was that Sam not only let him keep doing it but actually seemed to take some enjoyment out of it! That bothered him more than he cared to admit. Somewhere, deep inside him, there was a tiny voice screaming that it should be him doing such things, not anyone else. Normally, those were thoughts that he could keep at bay but this time he couldn't seem to shove them back into that neat compartment that was reserved for such things. No, they were there and at the forefront, niggling at him. In fact, he was sure these urges were more powerful than they ever were in the past, making him want to act on them in a way he shouldn’t. None of his vaulted measures for convincing himself that there was no way he should do that were working this time. Everything seemed to be pushing him towards trying it.

Stopping, he glanced at the mini-fridge and pondered getting another beer but decided against it. He had quite a few tonight and was certain that the booze wasn't helping the situation at all. Usually, drinking helped him to forget things, tonight it was having the opposite effect; he was vividly remembering stuff he didn't want to. Good example? Towards the end of the visit, when Sam was pretty much out of it and sliding back towards a real sleep instead of a doze, he could see Lucifer's hand sliding into the waistband of Sam's pajama bottoms. It didn't go far in but enough that Dean noticed thus allowing it to dip low enough that he saw a glimpse of the short and curlies. That he didn't like, hadn't wanted to see but was powerless to stop himself from thinking about. There was also the bit with remember that Sam seemed to be sporting some semi-wood after being touched like that. Put it together and it told him nothing good, fueling the issues he was having even higher.

Resuming his trek back and forth across the plush carpet, what was left of his rational mind kept telling him that he didn't know anything for sure. Yes, there were indicators pointing that way but he could be guessing wrong. Though he tried to cling to that to pull himself out of this, he couldn't manage. The other part of himself kept screaming that he had to know and that Sam belonged to him, no one else. That was hard to fight off and getting harder as the minutes ticked by.

Stopping the pacing, he threw himself in a chair and buried his face in his hands. This had to stop or he was going to go nuts! Whatever Sam and Lucifer did, though he might not like it, was none of his business. Nor did he need, or even want, to know about it. So, why then was it bugging the living shit out of him? That he didn't know and he fought an internal battle to convince himself he didn't, shouldn't and to leave it alone. Though he was sure that this was one he was going to lose! That he didn't like either and decided that he was going to fight it with everything that he had.

About two AM, Dean was done for. He couldn't handle the not knowing what was going on anymore. Nor could he deal with the fact that if Sam was doing something with a man that it wasn't him. Last bit of self control on the issue vaporizing, he stood up then strode to his door with purpose. Yanking it open, he peered out to see if anyone was around. When he didn't see anyone, he made a beeline straight for the door to Lucifer's room.

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