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Being a hunter, one could hypothetically die any day. Sam had fallen victim to countless near-death experiences… and had died three times. Perhaps it had made him a tad careless.
A wendigo had been feasting on caper a la mode in the Minnesota woods. Sam had been prepared to deal with the wendigo. He had not been prepared to deal with the cliff that appeared before him as he ran from the beast so fast he did not have time to brake. A hundred foot drop on jagged rocks ended with Sam being once again, dead.
Sam came to on a comfortable couch, in what appeared to be a CEO's office. The memories of past events came back instantly, and he bolted upright.
Crowley straddled a chair several feet away, a glass of Craig in his hand, and a gleeful smile on his face, "Rise and shine, moose."
"Crowley…"
"The one and only."
Sam swallowed, hard; he wanted to deny it. But despite what Crowley thought Sam was not functional moron. He knew he was dead, he knew he was in Hell. Was it the affair with Amelia that landed him here? Would her soul be sent downstairs as well, because of their actions? Curiosity coursed through Sam, along with fear, and he was torn between wanting to know, and fearing the answer.
Crowley ignored his internal debate, "Fortunately, for you, Moose, Castiel is on his way here as we speak," said Crowley. "But that still gives me to time to get started on my revenge for what you did to my poor dog."
Crowley snapped is fingers. There was a loud bang and a puff of smoke that resembled the kind a magician used. When it cleared, Becky Rosen stood in its place, shaking like a leaf.
"Hi Sam," she said, with a small wave.
"Becky? What?"
"Miss Rosen has graciously accepted a job as one of Hell's torturers," said Crowley. "She has her own level in fact."
At Sam's blank look Crowley sighed, "She reads her fanfiction to people I don't like or who are immune to the line."
The word 'fanfiction' got Sam's brain working again. While researching the supernatural book series Sam had stumbled into one of the darkest corners of the internet, . And he made the mistake of reading a couple of stories in the Supernatural Fanfiction Archive. While Sam had known to steer clear of any story with "wincest", "Sam/Azazel" or "John/Bobby" in the summary, the Sam/OC stories had seemed safe. Safer than "wincest" at any rate.
Oh how wrong he had been. Sam was lucky to have escaped with only the word 'fanfiction' seared into the 'be on alert' section of his brain.
The chair Crowley had previously occupied transformed into an arm-chair. "So, while we're waiting for hot-wings, Becky here will be reading you her favorite fanfctions," said Crowley. Please take a seat, dear."
Becky did so.
"Toodles."
Crowley vanished, and Sam found himself chained to a chair. A chair that was nailed to the floor.
"Becky, you need to unchain me."
Becky looked rather guilty, "Sorry Sam, a job's a job, and I really need this one. Plus Crowley didn't trust me with the key."
Becky cleared her throat, and began to read. "Sam pushed Dean against the wall, and cupped him through his blue-denim jeans."
Sam quickly ran through his options. Castiel was on his way. He just had to distract Becky until he got here, without resorting to prostitution.
"Sam fingered the zipper."
He had to think of a way to distract her before he was mentally castrated, permanently
"Still Dean resisted," Becky continued.
Talking, Becky liked to talk. All he had to do was get her talking.
"Becky," said Sam. "Why do you need this job?"
"I got fired from my last one," said Becky.
"What was your old job?" Sam asked, thankful for the wide variety of questions this topic presented.
"I was a secretary for some kind of important guy in an insurance company," said Becky. "It's much better here, I get dental, and medical plus a quadrupled salary," said Becky, happily. "Where was I?" Becky scanned the paper.
"Why did you get fired?" Sam asked.
"Oh, my old boss, he was in the middle of making a cross-roads deal," said Becky. "I tried to stop him, and he fired me."
"That's a shame," said Sam.
"Yeah," Becky agreed.
Crowley appeared, before Sam say another word. "Becky, dear, Sam has been distracting you."
"What?" Becky looked a perfect mixture of horror and betrayal.
"Not to worry."
Crowley snapped his fingers, and a gag appeared in Sam's mouth.
"Please continue."
Becky nodded, "Dean still resisted, denying the passion and the lust he felt."
Another chair appeared and Crowley straddled it. Sam shut his eyes, and silently begged Castiel to get there as fast as he could.
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