In the arms of a demon with twisted_soldier

[second_son83]

Waking up... Naked... Curled around a man... Correction, your brother, would make anybody shriek and push themselves away from the other man occupying their bed as fast as possible. Sam Winchester is no exception. And the ground? It hurt. And it was cold. Made out of stone or something. Sam righted himself quickly and grabbed for the top blanket. "

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[second_son83]

He didn't pull back from the demon's touch, just sat there and studied the symbol that he didn't recognize. "One tattoo..." he put two fingers to his chest. "And it was for work. I don't know what this ones for."

[twisted_soldier]

"Work too, I have the same one on my back," he pulled away from his arm, not wanting to spook him. "Sorry, no touching."

[second_son83]

He said nothing as Dean pulled away. The whole touching thing didn't really bother him at the moment. As long as Dean wasn't going for anything below the waist, he'd be fine. "What's it mean?"

[twisted_soldier]

"We got it when I became your consort, it's so everyone knows that I'm yours and it binds us together. Think wedding rings, but less gay."

[second_son83]

Sam was gonna cut in and say that he could wing it and try to rein in his powers if he needed to use them but the last thing Dean said confused and intrigued him.

"Drain a demon? What the hell does that mean?" He continued to look through his closet and pulled out some clean, very snazzy, looking clothes. Looks like he was dressing as a fed today. A black button up and matching slacks. Fitting a King, right?

[twisted_soldier]

"Of its blood, it's how you unlocked your power to begin with, by drinking demon blood. You usually got a bit of a boost and a little more energy out of it....yeah that might help.". He rised to his feet and went for the dagger in the nightstand drawer. "Fuck we haven't done this in awhile, I almost miss it," he smiled and went to cut into his arm.

[second_son83]

"W-what?" Sam slowly turned to face the demon just in time to watch Dean cut into his arm. He still was in the pants he picked up when he woke this morning, clean clothes in hand.

He blinked a few times, swallowing nervously. "Drink a demon's blood? Drink your blood?"

[twisted_soldier]

"Demons blood will give you strength if you wanna not have to worry about being caught, and why the hell not mine? You did it for months before we came to Hell. Then again if you don't want it I'm not gonna make you, just trying to help," he started towards Sam, blood slowly dripping down his arm.

[second_son83]

It didn't take him long to get used to the taste or the feeling for that matter. Yeah it as a little gloomy. Yeah it was warm. But it was that sticky sweetness that kept him going. Tat and the fact that hit made him feel amazing deep inside. His grip tightened on Deans arm as he contnued to drink.

[twisted_soldier]

He slowly started to try to push Sam back into a lying position on the bed to help the flow of blood but made sure not to pull his arm away, letting Sam enjoy himself.

[second_son83]

Sam let his brother push him down, too focused on the blood to pay attention to anything else. It was smooth and warm, made him feel so much better, stronger. Yeah... Maybe this would help him.

[twisted_soldier]

Dean purred softly as he continued to stroke Sam's hair, until his hand traveled down to lightly stroke his side. "Knew you'd like it, fuck," he moaned a little, never one to hide the fact that this good in some weird way.

[second_son83]

[Sam held still as Dean's kiss landed on his cheek. He felt his stomach lurch a little but he did what Dean told him to. He wanted to clear his throat but he didn't. He was perched on the edge of the throne as he spoke, his voice lighter than the normal king's tone but demanding none the less.] You're dismissed. I don't want to be disturbed.

[He watched the guards make their way out the main entrance and as soon as the door was closed Sam leaned back in the seat for about a second before jumping out of it.] What is this made out of??

[twisted_soldier]

[He laughed and settled into the smaller chair beside the throne, this one made mostly of bone] You don't want to know, it was a gift. Now relax, you did okay...just sit. How are you feeling? How's the blood settling?

[second_son83]

[He turned his eyes upwards to look around the room. Sam took his time to answer as he thought about the blood actually felt in his system.] Um.... It's okay. It makes me feel like..... like my whole body is buzzing. But... I should be okay.

[He looked back down at the throne and decided that he really didn't wanna sit on it right now.] Where's Meg....

[twisted_soldier]

Relax, I told her to meet us here when she's done with her work. I mean she's a busy girl, torturing the souls of hell is a 24/7 kinda thing. [Dean kicked his feet up as he settled into his rightful chair. He liked his seat, granted it wasn't as big as Sam's but he'd earned it. He'd brought the king to hell and he'd bring him back now.]

I remember the tingling, makes you feel like you're high on about eight different kinds of drugs. Feels pretty good though, huh? I mean, there's a reason it can get kind of addicting. Who doesn't wanna feel that powerful.

[second_son83]

Sam shook his head, his eyes closing sadly as he felt the pressure once again on his mind. Something was happening to him, but he kept on talking. "But you're a demon. We're both in Hell. I'm the King. I've got a throne for fuck sake. This is what Yellow Eyes wanted. We're playing right into his plan," Sam lowered his head, resting his forehead on Dean's knee as he took a deep breath.

Being happy did sound good though, even if it was with his demonic brother. That thought didn't scare him as much as he thought it should though, making him take a deep breath to calm down his thoughts. "We protect people anyway, Dean..."

[twisted_soldier]

"No Sam, we're not playing into anybody's plants, not anymore," he began gently running his fingers through Sam's hair. "He wanted you to be the king and lead his army, win his battles. He wanted to use you to gain control, we stopped all those fuckers, we make the rules now...don't you see how great that is? We protected people before, and we failed. I failed when you were stabbed in the back, you failed when I was dragged to the pit, but now? Nobody can break us apart Sammy, not ever again."

[second_son83]

Sam's eyes closed as he felt Dean's fingers brush through his hair, letting out a gentle sigh. Oh it's been forever since somebody has done that too him. It was like an instant calming button for him and the soothing tone of Dean's voice wasn't helping either.

Everything his brother was saying sounded so nice. They could be happy. Nobody could fuck with them. Nobody could separate them. It sounded so nice. Sam nodded and raised his head to look up at the demon his brother. "Not ever?"

[twisted_soldier]

He smiled and let his eyes fade to green. "Not ever Sammy. We love each thee, we take care of each other and we're happy, doesn't that sound nice?". He leaned forward in his seat, slowly pulling Sam closer. "I know all this is weird, but don't we deserve to be happy for once?"