Hello Everyone! Baker here! I know I should be writing the next chapter for Taking a Dark Turn, however whenever I do go to write it, I draw blanks... It will probably be a bit longer for me to get it to a place I feel okay with posting it and then everything will probably move quicker from there with that one. Sorry it has taken so long for me to update TDT in general. Hopefully I can make it up to you all with some nice Wincest smut!

A little insight for this one... Sam and Dean had an established relationship before but because of certain reasons had broken up and left each other. This doesn't really take place anywhere specific in the universe and is pretty much up to you.

Ch.1

Dean closed the door of the Impala, looking up at the plain looking house. It was huge, more like a mansion. He hesitated for a moment before reminding himself of all the people that were dying the longer he waited. He gathered up his courage and climbed the steps to the front door. Before he could even knock the door swung open. He walked into the dimly lit room, looking around for a corridor or something. The lights all flashed on instantly to reveal none other than Ruby. "Didn't Sammy kill you?"

" The king has been expecting you." Ruby said not even answering the question. Gesturing to the large staircase that seemed to take up the entire front room. Dean looked around again noticing the decor around the room. The room was plain. The floor was some sort of black marble, the walls black as well, and the only other thing was the staircase. It was made of a dark cherry wood, the middle of the steps covered in a long strip of black. Overhead hung an ornate black chandelier with bits of gold. Dean let out a low whistle as he continued to look around.

The hall they walked down was long and decorated similarly but the walls were covered in gold framed mirrors giving the hall an eerie effect. Dean shivered, following closely after Ruby. "Hey, I didn't know Sammy could decorate this creepy." Dean chuckled trying to lighten the silence.

"The King will see you now." Ruby said as they came to stop in front of a pair of large black doors, once again ignoring Dean.

"Thanks…" Dean let his voice fade as he looked up at the doors. They seemed to stretch on forever. He pushed the heavy door open just to be blinded by the bright white of the room. He quickly shut his eyes before opening them again slowly to let his eyes adjust. From where he stood he could hear Sam chuckle.

"Dean! Come in!" Sam said sounding very happy that Dean was there. The older of the two stepped further into the room, looking around himself. He noticed his brother was sitting on a throne set atop a high dais. The throne itself was a sight. It was taller than its occupant by several feet. It was gold and the top of it was set with pure black onyx stones. The cushions seemed to be made of the softest black velvet. Next to the throne, the rest of the dais was covered in pillows. It looked as if someone had carelessly thrown soft looking cotton linens and silks in golds and lavender. It looked comfortable.

"Dean, come closer." He had just realized that he was staring at that pool of pillows with his mouth open, gaping, still standing just inside the room. And that the door was still open.

He walked further in stopping just before the dais. "I haven't seen you in so long!" Sam just smiled, flicking his wrist. The door closed and Sam hopped off his throne and started to walk closer to his brother.

"Sammy, you need to stop." Dean said before Sam could get any closer. "You need to stop killing innocent people." He clarified at Sam's hurt expression. Sam's face changed, but not how Dean had expected. Instead of looking happy again, he looked pissed.

"So that's why you're here? Because you don't like what I'm doing?" Sam turned back towards his throne and sat down. "I thought you were here to see me. To come home!" When Dean just looked down at his feet and didn't respond, Sam shook his head,"No." He then shooed Dean off with his hand.

"Sammy, please you gotta do this." Dean pleaded, his eyes flicking to the pillows again. He wanted to come home to Sammy, his Sammy. This person wasn't him. "This isn't you. This isn't what you would've wanted."

"Really, Dean?" Sam glared down at Dean. "I said no. What do you plan to do? What do you plan to do to make me change my mind?" Dean gulped. Sam continued, "Kill me? No, you couldn't do that. What would you do than? Tell me!"

"Anything," Dean mumbled quietly.

"Louder Dean. Really how do you expect me to hear you?" Sam sneered.

" Anything!" Dean said again, louder. "I would do anything to save innocent people. Anything but kill you." Dean finally looked up at Sam, tears in his eyes and running down his face.

"Do you mean that?" Sam asked. Hope ringing in his voice.

"Yes." Dean's head dropped back down to look at the floor again.

"Join me." Sam said surprising Dean, his head snapping back up.

"What?" Dean squeaked. Sam looked at him, his eyes softening and filling with love.

"Join me. Become my queen and I will grant the pardon on innocence." Sam once again got up to go to Dean. "What do you say?"

"Isn't there anything else you want?" Dean asked desperately. He couldn't be with this Sam, not like he used to be. He just couldn't. When Sam shook his head Dean took a moment to think before asking, "will you keep your word?" At Sam's nod and smile, Dean took a deep breath and nodded. "Yes, I will join you." Sam smiled and grabbed his brother in a hug. Dean buried his head in the taller ones' shoulder. The boy king snapped his fingers and Dean's clothes disappeared only to be replaced with a pair of very small skimpy black shorts and a gold collar with a neck and parts that came down into points that covered his shoulders. The rest of him naked

"Then take your throne, Queen." Sam said nodding to the pillows on the dais. Dean walked over to sink into the sat on his knees and shivered at the soft, cold brush of fabric over his naked thighs. It was just as comfortable as he had imagined it. "I want you with me forever." Sam took his own throne and smiled down at his queen. "This is perfect. Isn't it Dean?" Sam asked, reaching over to run his fingers through the short hair of his new pet.

"Yeah…" Dean said before the fingers in his hair tightened their grip.

"What was that, Pet?" Dean whimpered then corrected his statement.

" Yes, Master."

Once again I apologize for not updating Taking A dark Turn.

Any and all mistakes in this story (and any future ones until further notice) are my own. If you find any please point them out to me so I can fix them. Please enjoy and as always, Please leave a review and tell me what you think.