Disclaimer: Don't own Supernatural only the OC's I add. Don't even own the idea for this story. This belongs to hotshow. This story was her idea, I am just writing it.

Summary:What does YED have in store for the boys. Does he want to create an army or does he have something else in mind and what happens when someone more poweful then YED finds out.

Warnings: Language, Wincest. Don't like dont read.

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Oh and one final note: Sorry if this chapter was a little bit boring.

Chapter 1

Damien was the King of Hell. And he loved his job. Torturing poor souls, ordering demons around, and every once in a while, taking a trip to Earth to cause mischief. It was one of these Earth trips that made Damien realize that Azazel was up to something, but he didn't know what. He asked one of his minions to spy on Azazel. He was sitting on his throne when a door opened.

"Forgive me, my Lord, but I have news about Azazel," The demon bowed.

"About time," Damien waved the demon in.

"I have been tracking him like you ordered and it seems that he's been feeding children his blood. According to what I have found out, he seems to be trying to make a demonic army."

"No doubt planning a revolt."

"He has already fed his blood to seven children. Two of which have died. Which leaves five children. But the interesting thing is that Azazel seems to be taking a certain interest in one particular child that he fed his blood to."

"What can you tell me about this child?"

"All I know, sir, is that the child's name is Samuel Winchester. Azazel killed his mother when he was a baby."

"Well, then Azazel must be punished. And I believe I have the perfect way to do it. The plan would be to kill all the children that Azazel has infected with his blood. But wait, you said he has a particular interest in this Winchester child?"

The demon nodded, "Yes, my lord."

"Then we shall take out this Samuel Winchester. Perhaps he is the one that Azazel wants to rule his army. And to do that, I must learn more about this child."

Damien dismissed his servant and prepared to head to Earth to learn more about his target. Damien spent weeks following Samuel and learned that he has a brother who he seems to be very attached to and a father he despised.

"Oh this seems too simple; I will make his brother a demon. That should tear the connection between the two and in taking away the one thing that Samuel loves it would make it easier for me to destroy him. Now the only question is how do I do it?"

The answer came soon enough when the Winchesters were in a car accident. He learned of it through another one of his servants who explained that Samuel's brother was in bad shape and could die and that his father was going to summon Azazel. Damien couldn't be happier.

"This is too perfect; I will go in Azazel's place."

John heads to the boiler room to summon the Yellow Eyed Demon. After walking to a clear spot he puts his bags down and begins drawing a symbol on the floor. Once he was done drawing the symbol he placed several candles and a black bowl around it. He started chanting an incantation in Latin. John continues to chant Latin and then draws a knife across his palm and drops several drops of blood into the bowl. He then lights a match and drops it into the bowls as well. The sand flares and goes out. He waits several minutes and then feels a hand on his shoulder. Damien appears instead of Azazel, but he knows that John thinks he called for Azazel, so Damien decides to pose as him and makes his eyes shine yellow.

"You conjuring me, John. I'm surprised. I took you for a lot of things. But suicidally reckless wasn't one of them," Damien says.

"I could always shoot you," John said pointing the gun at Damien.

"You could always miss. Did you really think you could trap me?"

"Oh, I don't want to trap you, I want to make a deal."

"How do I know this isn't some kind of trick?"

"No trick, I give you the Colt and the bullet, but you've gotta help Dean. You gotta bring him back."

Oh this will be fantastic. All I have to do is agree to his deal, let Dean die first then bring him back as a demon. No one will ever notice. Well, not at first. "Fine, I will bring Dean back, but I want something more than the Colt."

Damien left John and went to Dean's room. Unseen by anyone, Damien took one look at Dean and snapped his fingers and disappeared. The machines went out of control. Nurses and doctors flew into the room. Sam followed behind. When he got the room they looked like they were trying to resuscitate Dean.

"All clear," a doctor said.

Sam hung in the doorway with tears in his eyes, "No."

"Still no pulse," A nurse said.

"Okay, let's try again, three sixty," the doctor said.

Sam was crying uncontrollably, "Please, No."

Dean didn't know where he was. All he knew was that he was no longer in his body and that he was tied up.

"So, sorry about that Dean. Let's get you down from there seeing as your gonna be going back."

"Back? Back where? Who are you?"

"I am Damien, the King of Hell. You will be going back to your body as soon as we have a little chat," Damien said taking Dean off the rack.

"What makes you so sure I wanna go back?"

"Well, your brother, of course. Why just look at him," Damien snaps his fingers and Dean can see Sam huddled over his body crying. "You see, your brother wants to die. It seems that he can't live without you. And because I am such a nice guy, I will return your soul to your body."

Dean snickered, "You're a nice guy? You're the freaking king of Hell!" Then he sighs and sees Sam. How much he would miss Sam and how badly he wanted to tell Sam that he loved him. "Okay, what do I have to do?"

"Well, you must allow me to possess your body for a short minute."

Dean jerks back, "And why in the hell, would I allow you to do that?"

"Well, because that is the only way I will be able to restore your soul to your body. And besides, think of it as payment for restoring your soul. I don't have to do this you know. I can keep you here and have one of my minions put you back on that rack to be tortured."

Dean gritted his teeth. There was no way in Heaven or Hell was he gonna allow a demon, the King of Hell no less, possess his body. I must otherwise I will never see Sammy again. Dean grinded his teeth, "Alright. Let's just get it over with."

Damien clapped his hands, "Excellent. Now you must open your mouth."

Dean did what he was told and Damien entered his body. Once inside Dean's body, Damien was able to see inside of Dean himself and one thing interested Damien. Dean seemed to be hiding his passionate love for his brother. Damien smiled to himself. Oh, he was about to have some fun. He decided that not only was he gonna turn Dean into a demon, but he was gonna dull all of Dean's feelings and emotions and intensify his lust. This should be fun, and interesting to watch as soon as I am able to get rid of Samuel, Damien thought to himself.

Once back inside Dean's hospital room, Damien exited Dean's body. Dean's eyes flashed black for a quick second before he even noticed it. Damien put to fingers to Dean's temple and disappeared.

Sam was sitting on Dean's bed when all of a sudden he gasped, choking on the tube in his mouth. Sam went to the hallway screaming for help. The doctor and a couple nurses ran into the room.

"I don't believe it. The edema's vanished. The internal contusions are healed. Your vitals are good. You got some angel watching over you.

"Thanks, Doc," Dean said and the doctor left. He turned to Sam, "You said a reaper was after me?"

"Yeah."

"How'd I ditch it?"

"You got me, Dean, you really don't remember anything?"

"No. Except this pit in my stomach. Sam, something's wrong."

Just then John came in to see how Dean was feeling.

"Sam? You mind getting me a cup of caffeine?"

Sam looked curiously at his father, "Uh, yeah. I will be right back."

"Dad, you okay?"

"Yeah, Dean. I am fine. Just wanted to make sure you were okay," He patted his son on the shoulder and left the room.

As Sam was walking back to Dean's room he saw his father lying on the floor of his hospital room. Sam screamed for help and ran to his father's side. Ten minutes later Dean and Sam was trying to push through the nurses.

"Please, he's our father," Dean said voice strange.

The doctors and nurses tried to resuscitate John for about twenty minutes before the doctor said stop.

"Alright, that's it everybody. I'll call it. Time of death: ten forty one am."

Sam grabbed on to Dean crying. Dean felt absolutely no emotion. No sadness, no anger, nothing. Just briefly before anyone noticed, his eyes flashed black again.

TBC...