A/N Update time! Guess which king of hell appears in this chapter? Yeah, I kinda spoiled it. But here you go! HOLY WINCHESTER SEASON NINE STARTS TOMMOROW! And seriously, please review. I like reviews. Just seriously, anything you want to say, review it to me. If that makes sense. Even a simple hello. Alright, back to the story. FYI: I'm considering Crowley to be near-human at this point. Since he wasn't cured, but I don't think he's fully demon still.
Dean walked up to the door of the bunker, hands in his jacket pockets, head down, hopelessly. He knew Sam wouldn't be there, but the place was beginning to feel like home. Plus, Crowley needed feeding.
The heavy metal door creaked open and Crowley opened his eyes and lifted his head.
"Hello Dean." He said plainly, voice empty of hatred. Dean crossed over to him and handed him the bagel and apple juice.
"Breakfast." He announced.
"Is that why my abdomen feels like it's just been molotoved? Geez, I thought I was dying." Dean remained silent, gazing at the floor. He sat down on the chair adjacent to the king of hell. "Dean? Where is my moose? He usually reads me a story and sings a lullaby." Crowley teased.
"Sams gone." He said, lifting his face to look uncaringly at Crowley.
"What, dead again? You boys have a bad habit of that. Perhaps you should try life alert? Or would the 'Help I've fallen and I can't get up' be a better description of Cas' troubles?" He joked, taking another swig of juice.
"Actually, Sam's with friggin' Lucifer."
"Lucifer?" Crowley asked, genuinely worried that his title as the King of Hell was in danger. "How the bloody hell did he get out of the cage? Did you two forget to lock it?"
"He claims Metatron grabbed him up."
"Metatron? The bookworm who flushed out all the angels?" Crowley asked.
"Yeah. But I can't seem to figure out what that guy would want with the devil. He hates archangels, I mean, that's the whole reason he left heaven in the first place."
"I think the better question is, if Lucifer hopped the fence, why's he having tea with moose?"
"Well," Dean began, trying to stop himself from saying something he'd later regret, "apparently Sam likes the devil."
"That's cute. Moose has a boyfriend. Never pegged him to go that way, what with all my amorous advances ending in failure. Suppose he fancies Lucy's tight cheeks, is that it?" Crowley teased, staring at Dean while sipping his juice.
"Crowley shut up or so help me I will cut off your man nipples." Dean growled. "All I want to know is why Metatron would free Lucifer from the cage." Crowley shrugged. "Right. And apparently he wants to kill Metatron in return."
"Well of course he would." Crowley said offhandedly. Dean looked curiously at Crowley. "Well think Dumbo, all the little birdies have fallen from paradise, its vacant. Except for Metatron. If one kills Metatron, one controls heaven. And don't you think that might be something Lucifer wants?" Dean pondered this for a moment, why hadn't he thought of that? Lucifer wanted to control heaven. If they helped him find Metatron, Lucifer would succeed. The thought occurred to Dean that Crowley was being unusually helpful, he figured it was because Sam had nearly cured him. Sam. Sam was with Lucifer, defending him, probably helping him. That needed to stop, like, now. "So why is dear Sam with the Devil? Hostage situation? Oh I know how difficult that can be." Crowley rattled his chains a bit, trying to get Deans attention. "Maybe he's torturing poor Sam. Maybe he's possessing Sam. Oh! Maybe he's feeding Sam demon blood,"
"Demon blood?" Dean looked up. "No, Sam wouldn't do that again. He's clean and he likes it that way"
"You like it that way. Maybe Sammy just got thirsty and Lucifer was there to satisfy his desires." He offered. Deans mind went in places he never wanted to visit again regarding Lucifer and Sam and 'desires.'
"Crowley, shut up."
"Woah, someone woke up on the wrong side of Castiel." Crowley joked, already knowing from Sam that Destiel had become cannon. And Crowley loved it, he had shipped those two forever. Just now he could actually tease them about it and they couldn't deny anything. He always loved to ask 'who puts it in?' A crowd favorite, Cas would always blush horribly and Dean would awkwardly change the subject.
"What do you know about Metatron?"
"Woah, you're not actually considering finding him are you?" Dean didn't respond. "I'll play the role of Sam here since little brother is out playing with Satan. You're fucking insane!" He roared at Dean who looked unphased and determine.
"Damnit Crowley are you going to help me or not?" Crowley lay back a bit in his chair, a smug look on his face. "No you're not getting off that easy."
"Excuse me miss?" Cas crouched down and asked the little girl in pink, playing Pokémon on her DS. She looked up at him. "Could you explain how to work the machine to clean my clothes?" She put down her DS and sat up from her chair, walking over to the washing machine.
"You need open this to put 'em in there" she pointed at the washer lid, "And you add soap like this," she walked over and struggled with the large container of detergent, setting it next to Cas' washer. Her head barely reached the top of the washer. "Then you press this" she pointed out the start button, standing on her toes to reach her arm out. "and close the lid." She finished, walking away and sitting back down to play Pokémon. Cas furrowed his eyebrows in determination.
"Thank you miss."
"Uh-huh." She nodded. Cas opened the lid of the washer. He was very nervous at the task at hand. Dean had so far done all his laundry. Cas didn't want to accidentally ruin his trench coat. He took a deep breath and remembered the little girls advice. He took off his trenchcoat, then his suit jacket, shirt and pants. He bundled them up and threw them in the washer. Picking up the detergent and opening it, Cas poured the remaining contents into the washer, about four loads worth. He put away the detergent, and pressed the button the girl showed him. He closed the lid and waited. The whooshing noises made Cas worry even more, what if the machine was tearing apart his clothes? He opened the machine to check. Everything was still intact, so he closed it again. The little girl eyed him with a smile over the top of her DS.
Sam rolled onto his back. He was naked except for the pure white sheets on his bed, covering the important parts. He looked to his left but Lucifer was gone. Suddenly, like a wave of heat throughout his body, he lusted for Lucifer. His stomach ached. His mouth salivated. He wanted Lucifer on the bed now, he could almost feel the hot touch of his skin, his tender biceps..
There was a flutter of wings and Lucifer appeared at the door. He stretched his neck then sauntered over to the bed. "What took you so long?" Sam asked, his mouth salivating, and his tongue seeping out of his mouth like a dog.
"Oh, a little bit of this, a little bit of that. Satanic errands, you know." Lucifer hopped into the bed and faced Sam with a smirk. "Miss me Sam?"
"Not even a little." He lied, dipping into a simple kiss. When their lips met, Sam became uncontrollable with lust and he started teething at Lucifer's lips. Lucifer enjoyed this and leaned into Sam more, flicking around his tongue when Sam bit it. Lucifer bled out into Sams mouth and even bit down to flush out more blood. Sam grabbed Lucifer's sides and tugged him closer, heart rate rising quick. Lucifer navigated his hips around to sit on top of Sam and gently press against his sheet-covered member. Sam licked Lucifer's blood-gushing forked tongue and slammed his lips in harder, pushing Lucifer back. He gripped Lucifer's sides so tight his nails dug into the raw hot flesh. Lucifer let out a subtle groan. Sam couldn't help himself, he wanted more, his lust was only growing, thirsting for Lucifer. He let off his lips to bite down on Lucifer's neck. His teeth broke flesh and once again Sam sucked up spurts of blood. By this time Lucifer knew exactly what Sam wanted, so he pulled away.
"Sam. How about you say that word to me that I love to hear. You remember it don't you? Say it, tell me 'yes.'" He whispered amorously.
"Yes." Sam said simply, rushing to the edge of the bed to meet Lucifer. Before he reached him however, Lucifer had vanished and appeared to his left by the door, clothed in Sam's oversized navy bathrobe. Lucifer looked confused. "What?" Sam asked, throwing off the sheets and walking to Lucifer.
"Sam. You said 'yes.'"
"Yes. Of course I said yes. I want you Lucifer." He rushed to say.
"No. You said it so easily."
"So?" He asked frantically, his body and soul fully craving Lucifer and restless at the uselessness of the present conversation.
"The Sam I know doesn't give in so easily. That's one of your best qualities, your sickening sense of pride. But now, you're so willing." He said sadly.
"Well, yeah. Is that a bad thing? I just want you Lucifer." Sam claimed, his tongue poking out through his bloodied lips.
"No Sam. You want the blood. My blood." Lucifer lectured to Sam. "I can't have our relationship be just about you drinking me dry."
"Why not?" Sam demanded fiercely. "Don't you want me to be a strong vessel? The more blood I drink, the stronger I become." He moved towards Lucifer, who just looked at Sam as if he were a kicked puppy. He could see in Sams eyes the overwhelming thirst for blood, that he would stop at nothing to drink more. Even then, Sam was leaning towards Lucifer to bite when Lucifer vanished. "Lucifer?" Sam asked the nothingness. His hunger grew even stronger and his stomach writhed in pain. His heart pounded. His only thoughts were to get more blood. As if starved for weeks, he obsessed his mind on demon blood and instantly decided to search for more. Even without Lucifer, he could easily track down a few low quality demons. Before he could think, he was dressed and out the door.
Crowley sat in the back seat of the Impala. The devils trap leash around his neck was tied to Deans armchair. "Aw, you a little grumpy Crowrey?" Dean laughed, already thinking of taking pictures.
"No not at all" he said sarcastically. "Pink is my favorite color Dean. You know me so well." He tugged a bit more harshly on the leash. Dean, satisfied with his little pet, got out of the car and walked inside the store. He grabbed two bags of industrial sized- salt, when he heard the swoosh of a blade and the smack of a head falling to the floor.
"Hello, other Winchester." Dean spun around and whipped out his gun at Lucifer who looked on at Dean like a child. Lucifer kept his arms crossed and his head tilted.
"Where's Sam?" Dean asked gruffly, aiming directly at Lucifer's head even though he knew he wouldn't be able to kill him. Oddly enough, just holding a gun made Dean feel comfortable, safe. And this time he didn't care to small talk with Satan. First and foremost, he wanted his brother back. Anything else could wait until he knew Sam was okay.
"Dean, can you not point a gun at me? You know I hate that." Dean squinted his eyes a bit. Reluctantly, he lowered the gun and tucked it in the back of his pants. "That's better. It's almost like we're best friends now. You paint my nails, and I'll fuck your little brother." He teased, with a flick of his wrist.
"Where's Sam?" Dean asked again, ten times angrier at Lucifer's casual way of talking about having sex with Sam.
"On my bed. Probably naked like I left him. But that's not important now." He waved his hand in an off gesture. "I'm here to make a deal with you."
"Yeah deal with the Devil? No thanks."
"Dean, you want your little brother back, and all I want is a dead angel. No souls involved, too cliché."
"What did you do to him?" Dean approached Lucifer, eyeing him with a look he hoped could kill. Lucifer rolled his eyes.
"Nothing he didn't consent to." He sighed. Dean remembered his conversation with Crowley about demon blood. He remembered that the more Sam drank, the stronger vessel he'd be to be able to contain Lucifer.
"Demon blood?" He asked simply. "You been feedin' Sam demon blood?"
"I'm half angel you know. Sam is getting all the nutrients of heaven and hell." Lucifer laughed. Dean ran up and pushed Lucifer back, throwing an arm over his neck and pinning him to the wall. Lucifer just sighed.
"Hey, I get that you want a clean Sammy. I too want my Knight to shine again." Dean eyed Lucifer. "Yes, that means I want Sam off the blood, clean, sober, whatever. I want normal Sam back. And don't look so surprised."
"Why? That's why you've been feeding him right? To make him a stronger vessel so you can wear him to the prom like a freakin' Valentino?" He yelled. "Don't fuck with me. I know you forced the blood down his throat."
"Why do you assume I did?"
"Cause Sammy wouldn't go after that stuff." He lied, hoping there was some truth.
"Dean," he began slowly, walking ominously towards Dean, "you're missing the point. You get Sam back. In return, all you need to do is help me until I've killed Metatron."
"No." Dean answered.
"No?"
"No, you're making a better deal. You bring Sam back and you're going to get him clean again. After that I want you gone. Nowhere near Sam." Dean bargained. "Do that and I'll kill Metatron for you." Lucifer eyed Dean more seriously now.
"No. I stay with Sam." He demanded. "In exchange, I'll even give you and Cas a little reward to keep you both warm at night."
"What?" Dean wondered. There was nothing he thought Lucifer could offer that would be worth letting Sam hang with the Devil. He could offer two tickets straight to the golden gates, and still Dean would take Sam over heaven any day. Lucifer broke out in a great evil smirk. 'Trump card' written all over his face.
"I can return Cas' grace."
A/N Hope you guys liked it! PLEASE review. Sorry for some of the fluff in this chapter… I REALLY wanted to write the Laundromat scene. But yeah! Things get better/worse in the next chapter, I'll have it up by this weekend because this chapter came so late. SUPERNATURAL SEASON 9 STARTS TOMMOROW! GRAB THE SALT!