Back to the Fun
They slept through the night even though sleep wasn't needed for them. Sebastian awoke the next morning to what sounded like Sam screaming out. He nudged Jim awake. "I think they've finally woken up," he smiled to the man next to him. "Seems that they're ready for more."
"Already?" Jim groaned, burying his face in the pillow. Overnight,he'd accidentally eavesdropped on his vessel's dreams and had learned that the man had enjoyed himself the night before. Certainly an interesting thing to think about. But now, he was tired, not tomention achy and sore from the night before. All the same, he slid out of bed with a groan and got dressed.
Sebastian got out of bed also. He kissed Jim a couple times before getting dressed himself and heading back to the torture room. When he got in, he breathed in deeply. "Ahh, nothing like the smell of blood in the morning," he walked over to Sam first since he was the one that was screaming. "Now now, Sam. There's no point in screaming. We're miles from the nearest people." He walked over to Dean next and lifted his chin to feel his pulse finding that his heart was pumping slowly. "Oh poor thing. Still tired out from the night before."
Jim slowly filed in after Sebastian, sleep having left him somewhat cranky. "Can't we just kill them and get it over with?" he muttered, poking Sebastian in the side. "I've left the empire alone for too long. This isn't the only work we have to attend to," he complained. He'd had his fun. Now, he wanted the Winchesters dead. And while a bit more torture couldn't hurt anyone, Jim hoped they'd wrap it up soon.
Sebastian wrapped his arms around Jim's waist. "If that's what you want, babe," he kissed him softly. "You can head off to work on your empire, I just want a little more time with them."
"Seb," Jim chuckled, worming out of his arms as the sniper kissed him. "Please. Not in front of the guests." He glanced back up at the Winchesters thoughtfully, finally nodding and smiling. "All right," he chirped. "I've got some emails to send. I'll be in the bedroom if you need me."
Sebastian gave Jim a peck on the cheek before he could leave. Once Jim was gone from the room he smirked at Sam. "How does it feel? Knowing you're about to die and no one will notice? Seeing the person that you killed about to kill you."
Sam coughed and gave a harsh laugh. "Feels wonderful," he deadpanned, his voice hoarse from screaming. "I'm having the time of my life." It was an obvious, terrible lie, simply put on for Dean's sake. Even though his brother could undoubtedly see right through it too. He nodded over Sebastian's shoulder. "Don't let us take your time away from your boyfriend there."
Sam's smart arse remark made Sebastian smirk. "He doesn't mind," he chuckled and lifted Sam's chin, looking into his eyes. Sebastian allowed his eyes to go black. "This is what you did to me you little shit. You made me, and now you're going to pay for it." He slapped Sam hard and walked backward. "Do you know the torture I had to go through before Jim saved me? It's because of you that I am what I am. I should thank you actually, because now I can get revenge." He picked up a large knife and headed back to Sam. "We no longer need you or your brother but let's make this fun. I'm going to slowly kill your brother in front of you and then I'll slowly kill you. How does that sound?"
Sam had seen enough demons in his life that when the man before him flicked his eyes to black, Sam didn't even flinch. He stared back coldly, trying to inject as much venom as he could into his tone. "You deserved it, you sick son of a bitch," he spat, wincing at the slap. When he heard of Sebastian's plan for his brother, though, he hesitated, gritting his teeth and looking to Dean for reassurance.
Smirking, Sebastian went over to Dean and covered his mouth. "Bad Dean. Screaming for your little angel friend isn't going to work. And that Doctor man you guys were with? Well, let's say, they both have better things to deal with."
Dean had been slightly out of it the hole time that Sam and Sebastian had been talking but when he heard Sebastian's plan, just like Sam, he hesitated and his eyes opened wide. "Oh no you don't," he thrashed in the chains even though they were cutting into his skin. "Castiel!" He called out, trying to get the angel's attention. Screw that, why hadn't the angel been looking for them in the first place and why didn't he come when he called?
Watching Dean thrash about in the chains, Sam winced and shuddered and felt his brother's pain as acutely as if it was his own. When Dean started praying, Sam sighed. As a last resort, it was pretty pitiful. Any angels they'd known would've deserted them by now. Unless... When Sebastian went back to Dean, Sam began mumbling in a low voice- first an exorcism chant, but he thought a demon as careful as this one would've taken precautions to avoid exorcism. At a loss, he prayed too, but not to Castiel. He prayed to Samandriel, Anna, Gabriel, any angel that had ever been kind to them, alive or dead, and desperately hoped he'd get an answer.
Sebastian was too preoccupied with Dean to hear any of what Sam was doing; he was having too much fun slowly killing Dean. The fact that Dean continuously screamed for Castiel made it even better for Sebastian. He wanted Sam to know how it felt to lose someone he loved. Sebastian was about to carve out Dean's heart when a loud screech could be heard; Sebastian covered his ears and fell away from Dean, a white light blinding him. "What the Hell!?"
Something was wrong. Jim could feel it. He could almost sense the angel approaching, and when the house started to rattle and a white light filled the air he hissed in surprise and braced himself. This couldn't be good.
In the other room, Sam sagged in his chains and nearly cried in relief. Someone- even if he couldn't tell who just yet- had answered his prayers, and the nightmare was almost over.
With a cry, Sebastian fell to the floor, his side bleeding from... something. He took the opportunity to go over to the closest wall and draw the angel sigil that he had memorized to rid the room of the angel, if only for a while. He finished the sigil and hit it hard with his bloody hand and the white light suddenly disappeared. Sebastian gave a sigh of relief to know the angel was gone for now but he stood up quickly. "You damn bastard," he made his way over to Sam. "You're going to pay for that."
It gave Sam some small measure of satisfaction to see the demon bleeding, even if his last hope was quickly vanquished. At least Sebastian was coming towards him now. If he was killed first, that meant Dean would have a few seconds more to live. He didn't say anything, only licked his lips and stared Sebastian in the face.
The angel left fairly quickly- or was banished, Jim thought with a smirk. So much for the Wichesters. For good measure, he sat up in bed and hollered, "You boys play nice! Don't make me come in there!" And chuckling to himself, he returned to his work.
Sebastian grabbed a knife as he headed to Sam, bringing it right up to his neck. "We're fine, babe," he called back, smirking at Sam. "You know," he spoke quietly. "that just made me want to torture you more. Lucky for you, I don't have much time." He made his way back to Dean and quickly slit his throat, grinning over at Sam when he heard his scream for Dean. Going back to Sam he stuck the knife into his side and twisted it. "You're going to bleed to death. Not slow enough that that angel will be back in time to heal you, but enough to make it hurt."
It happened so quickly that Sam barely registered. One moment Dean was there, alive, struggling next to him, and in an instant he was gasping for breath, blood pouring down his front. Sam screamed for him, then quickly bit off his cry when he realized it would only give the demon satisfaction. But he shouted again when Sebastian stabbed him, snarling fiercely even as the pain washed over him. He was exhausted and wanted it to just be over one way or another, but his pride kept him from simply giving up.
The demon slowly backed up from his handy work. "Not bad," he slid his hand under the flowing blood, bringing the blood stained hand up to his face to look it over. He looked at Sam and wiped his hand onto his pants. "I'll let you bleed out here. Don't worry, no one will find you like this. They'll see that your brother stabbed you and felt so guilty that he killed himself afterword." He snapped his fingers and the chains holding Sam up released him and disappeared, the rest of the room cleaning itself up.
Sam still had the strength to fall to his knees rather than just crumpling to the floor, but in a moment his legs gave way beneath him and he sat down hard, tears leaking from the corners of his eyes as he stared hard at Dean, willing him to get up. He always did, sooner or later; this wasn't the first time they'd died and sure, God had apparently said last time was their last chance but that couldn't be right. They'd get through this, he thought as the world grew fuzzy and he slowly lowered himself down. He just had to get some rest first.
Sebastian remained where he was in the frame of the doorway, watching Sam slowly sink down. His smile slowly growing as he saw the life slipping from the Winchester. The angel and the Doctor wouldn't get here in time even if they tried. Speaking of them, he and Jim should do something about them. If they ever come after them, they will meet the same fate as the Winchesters' so hopefully they are smart enough to leave the two alone. Forever. He stayed long enough to see Sam's breathing slow down and left the room once it finally stopped. Making his way to where Jim was, he couldn't stop smiling. "A little difficulty in the middle there, but it's done."
"Wonderful," Jim muttered, not really listening as he typed away on his laptop; but then he finished his email and glanced up at Sebastian with a grin. "Good boy," he crooned. "I knew there was a reason I kept you around." And he stood up to give Sebastian a quick peck on the lips and a pat on the arse, wandering back to the torture room and observing the bodies impassively. "Nice work," he called.
"Thanks babe," he walked up to him and pecked Jim on the lips, wrapping his arms around his waist. "Love you." He looked down at him, and slowly frowned. "The only problem is that pesky angel will be back no matter if the Winchesters' are alive or not so we should get going."
"Mm? Oh." Jim frowned, turning around in Sebastian's arms and leaning against him. "Of course. That won't be a problem at all, I suspect. There are sigils and protective charms we can employ, we'll be just fine." His smile was pure poison as he reached up and kissed Sebastian hungrily.
Sebastian set one of his hands where he had been bleeding, which was now properly healed. "Yeah, we may have that, but that was no ordinary angel, that was an Archangel. I'm surprised the banishing sigil worked on it," he didn't want to leave, in fact, he'd love to stay another night with Jim here and have some more... fun. "But if you're so sure we'll be fine, then I agree."
Pursing his lips, Jim thought hard. If the sigil worked on an archangel once, there was no reason it wouldn't again. Looping an arm around Sebastian's waist, he nodded. "We'll be careful," he decided, "But we'll be fine." And he ruffled the demon's hair jokingly to end the conversation. "So," he said, tugging on a handful of blonde, "What do we do now? We've got the rest of the day to ourselves. Work starts up again tomorrow."
"We can always do what we did last night," he suggested with a smirk. "Or we can go and kill some more people... Or both."
"I think I've ruined enough lives for one morning," Jim decided, glancing down at his hands. When he looked up again, he wore a devilish smile. "I know," he purred. "You've had such a go at me with all your new toys, haven't you, pet? Maybe it's my turn."
"That would make my day," his eyes were filled with lust as he picked Jim up once more, taking him back to the room they had spent the night in. "You're going to have so much fun."
THE END
