Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or the characters thereof.

Warning: Wincest! Unrelated but as Pinfores now. Sam/Dean/Bobby/Vic. Some language, graphic imagery. Sexual Content. Dark content. Violent scenes are included here. If you don't like Wincest, don't read! I get graphic with most of my Wincest and I don't want to offend you. Menage situations, fair warning here!

Plot: Our demonic lovers have found their own home again and two old family members come to visit. What will their welcome be and will they be able to accept the changes in their loved ones?

And will Grim ever stop tormenting those poor priests? Probably not, but I'm sure they wish he would, naughty demon slave that he is.

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Dorian and Dante pulled up to the copse of trees, discreetly following the blonde. "She went in there."

"You sure it's Grim…she…I mean he…can be sneaky." Dante said, peeking as best he could through the trees.

"Yeah, it's him…I'd know that evil blonde head anywhere, and the crying priest was a huge clue, trust me." Dorian chuckled. "He loves to torment them…evil little thing. Poor guys. You'd think they'd learn." She laughed. "Uncle Vincent hates him…he keeps showing up at least once a year to torment a few of his monks. Those poor guys, they never say no and always end up sobbing and praying afterward…then doing it again when he shows up again. Have to say it for the religious types…they are pretty predictable that way."

"You sure he said he had some information for us…this could be a trap." Dante objected again.

Grim wasn't exactly the most reliable of Demon sources, he'd learned that the hard way. But, more often than not, he was right on the money with the information. It's the 'jumping in and helping you so you don't die' part he didn't like to take part in. Grim was a pretty cowardly sort of demon, very materialistic and very into his own self-preservation. If it was throwing you in front of the killing machine or him, it would be you every damn time. He was just that kind of demon. Dante growled. It was fine to trust his information, but never trust the demon himself. It would get you almost killed every time. Dante had learned that the hard way more than once where that little bastard was concerned.

"Yes, I'm sure." Dorian said. Grim owed her a life debt. He'd never betray her…well, not much anyway…there was the time he'd tricked her into a nest of demons with the line of bull that he knew of where the demon that killed her Mom was…and then there was the time she'd said there was a Nest of Vamps nearby, then led them straight to her. Okay, Dante had a point…Grim could get them trapped but she would never get Dorian killed. Dante, yes, in a heartbeat, he hated him. But not her, it was a weird kind of demon pact thing they'd made when she was a little dhampyre.

Grim may not be the most trustworthy ally, but he always knew when and where stuff was going on. And Dorian couldn't risk not seeing if he had the information for her or not this time. Lives were on the line, she had to try. Even if it was a trap by the cute little backstabbing bitch of an informant of hers.

They followed her up the lane with the lights off then Dante saw the numbers by the gate, pulled out a paper from his pocket and read it, doing a double take. "Hey, this is Bobby's new place! He, Vic, and our cousins are here. See, that's the address he gave me when he called last week and told us everything that was going on with them…strange as it is. Can't believe they are demonic and angelic, let alone have a demon pet, and Vic is mates with them as well. But they do remember us, so that's a blessing unto itself. Wonder why Grim is here?" Dante said as he watched Grim put some writing in lipstick over a box on a pole and typed something in. The gate opened and let him in, then shut again.

They pulled up and saw the lipstick writing was a code. She shrugged and typed it in. The gate opened for them and they drove up to the palatial mansion up ahead. "Posh digs…" She whistled in admiration. "Slightly evil or not, they have great tastes in homes, damn!"

"Seems the demon didn't need it…" Dante chuckled, recalling Bobby's words. "They killed it for the house and the money that came with it, you do know that, right?"

A worried note had crept into his voice.

Dorian patted his hand as they parked now. "They had to kill it anyway, you know that…so why not take the place off his hands? I would have. It's not evil, it was just…very practical. And our cousins are nothing if not more 'practical' these days." She shrugged. "They may be colder, less affectionate and emotional, but they still love us and want to be a family with us…being demonic changes a person that way. I don't blame them for it, you shouldn't either. You should be grateful they aren't trying to kill and betray us, because usually when a person goes like they have, that's just what they do. They are still good, kind of, just not very human. I'm not very human either and I think like them most of the time, too, so stop bitching. At least we're still family with them, I'd hated to have lost that with Bobby and them, you would have, too."

"It's just that some of their actions are…you have to admit there is a more evil element to how they are now. Grant me that much." Dante said caving but having to point it out anyway.

"Well, being part demonic and emotionless tends to do that to a person. Relax, they still see us as family. Let's take what we can get here." Dorian reassured him. She and he didn't want to lose their family over stupid demon shit, they'd done that enough for one lifetime. It wasn't happening again. "However, Grim does seem very comfortable here… and he has a key to the door. Wonder why?"

"Let's go find out." Dante said and got out. She got out as well, grabbing her duffel like he had. Then they went in to meet their very different cousins and hoped they didn't try to kill them.

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Bobby opened the door as they approached it and they went in, eying the group nervously. Dean and Sam were eying them with friendly enough expressions, but their demeanor was…off. They went up to the new arrivals and began to look them over, then seemed to be deep in thought, exchanging looks then nodding. "We remember you, I mean how we felt about you before…growing up and all our lives. You are trustworthy and we loved you…you are welcome. But you try to kill us for being this way and we will kill you first." Dean said offering a hug, trying hard to make things between them the way they were as best he could think to do. Dorian saw his offering as it was and smiled, hugging him and finding him loosely hugging back, as if not used to it and unsure if he was doing it right.

"It's okay, Dean…you lost something to Hell, you told us that already. We'll work out the affection stuff later. You still love us though, right?" Dorian asked gently, not letting go of him yet.

"Yes, a warm feeling is in us. Love. We know love and we held it for you and still do apparently. We'll try to show it better in the future, promise. Don't leave yet, we'd like to get to hang out with you guys a bit. Try to work on making things happier between us, okay?" Sam begged softly. Eyes never leaving theirs.

"Yes, we'll stay." Dante said reluctantly releasing Sam from his hug as well. Then they stood by Bobby again and smiled a little, eyes looking to Bobby for approval. Bobby nodded and smiled back. They seemed to relax then, taking their cues from him. The hunters saw this and felt a little better about it now. Bobby kept them human, helped them feel, directed them on how they were supposed to act. So he would help them with this, too. They were still their family and they wouldn't let Hell take that from them, too! Colder or not, they were family and family stuck together…no matter what. Family was all that mattered and they all still remembered that. And as long as they did, even being colder and more demonic didn't matter as much compared to that.

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Dorian and Dante shared a bottle while they talked over dinner. The table was far too long for just their little group, so they ended up taking the far end and sitting closer together.

"You remember everything about us?" Dorian asked to be sure.

"Most of it. Some got lost. Granted it was mostly childhood stuff…the same happened to the memories of our parents and our old life with Bobby but we knew him and we knew you, knew we cared about you before, and are willing to learn to love you again the way we used to. We have problems most of time knowing how to react to things emotionally…since the emotions were the first to go…we're trying to recreate them, trying to feel the right things we're supposed to. But it's hard to fake it sometimes, even though being around them helps us feel more than we used to when we were away from them, honestly. We're really cold and emotionless most of the time if left alone, don't really care or have a concept of right and wrong, no moral compass. Hell took that away and time did, too…what we had at the beginning besides our love for each other and for Bobby…the rest was pretty dim after that. We'll try to feel more but the truth is most of time we can't find the emotions again and have to make new ones for people…not always the same ones…like we did when we decided to love and mate to Vic. The friendship was too dim to recreate, and we wanted him in our lives. He was lonely and we thought…well, mates are there for each other and he was all alone and not likely to let anyone in for fear they would leave him or die on him, and we wouldn't so…we mated to him. We got sneaky but…he said he wasn't mad at us for it and forgave us for it…he loves us and did need us. He said so!" Dean said smiling as he and Sam each took Bobby and Vic to sit closer to and cuddle to. "We got most of it back from what we read from journals so we know most of it now. But we just don't know how to react or feel about what we learn and how to react around others most of the time. And we're terrible with witnesses now…ask them, it's true. We leave the empathy up to them, we're most enforcers for them now."

"But you do evil…and like it." Dorian said in dismay. "That's new."

"We don't really see things as right or wrong anymore, just as practical or necessary….truthfully we used to do more bad things…until Bobby grounded us. When he's around, Vic, too, we feel more human and less inclined to do evil things or halfway wrong things…still don't see right and wrong but if Bobby and Vic say we shouldn't do it, we normally don't. We obey them pretty well." Sam responded and stole an egg roll off Vic's plate, kissing his cheek afterward. "We still hunt sometimes, just not as much as before. We just don't really care about it or the people we should save, beyond the fact that Bobby says we should. Plus if hunters ever figured out what we were, they'd kill us without a single chance to explain ourselves. It's safer if we don't hunt too much around them."

"Heard about the demon contacts you use…that's a good strategy. Demons find out shit faster than we do and they fit in better with other evil shit, so that's a plus. I use the same strategy, got my own Demon informants that way, fuck for information, you know. Yours are more…devoted…than mine though. That and they're either too whored out to you and too afraid to cross you." Dante said. "Met 'Alex' last week, he got that message to us, Bobby. We appreciated the heads up about that Nest. He's one weird demon, wow. He's really into you boys, kinky, too."

"Yeah, we like our demons whores that way. It keeps them loyal. That and it curbs our cravings for sex with demons at times, we still have that and it pretty extreme sometimes." Dean agreed, Alex was a good informant, very pliant and controlled. He wouldn't change a thing about the demon, even if he could. "We prefer them like him, they're much easier to control that way."

"Well, it's working." Dorian said and cringed. They were the scourge of the demon world, those Pinfores, demons were terrified of them. Already rumors of them becoming their Demon Kings had been circulating. "You heard the rumors, right?"

"About that 'Demon Kings' thing they are going for? Yeah." Bobby said and snorted. "I'm against it, but they seem to think it will keep the demons in line better if they agreed to it. But don't want go down to Hell for too long to do it. We're still talking about that, sorry."

"You can't seriously be considering it?!" Dante said in disbelief.

"Yes, we are. The goal is to protect humans from the demons, right?" Dean said. "Well, we'd keep them in line and they'd leave humans alone. We don't see the downside."

"You'd be more demonic, that's one." Bobby argued.

"As if that would make a difference." Dean said and looked lovingly at Bobby. "You and Vic keep us in line, keep us feeling things we otherwise wouldn't. We feel fairly normal and balanced around you. I don't see how us taking some Ruling thing is going to change that for us and you guys."

"It could. But probably won't, you and Bobby make them good…it's why demons hate you two so much. If you weren't around, they'd be perfect demons like them…they'd follow them anyway." Grim said coming in and they glared at him. "Just saying, you call the demons here and do it up here…still get crowned and stay up here. Move the thrones into a room here in the house somewhere, the basement could work. Make you a portal for yourselves if you need one that only you can open…could work." She sat down now and made a plate for herself. "Mmmm, Chinese! My fave. I for one vote you go for it. I'd follow you, and not out of fear either. I love it when you fuck me. that's enough for me."

"Well, living on top of Hell's doorway isn't the best idea I ever heard, but if it keeps you out of Hell, I guess it's a better idea." Bobby said. "Could do with less demons around, trust me. Bastards are multiplying!" Lately they were everywhere and anywhere, and it was getting annoying chasing them down and killing them. The upside was they were getting more Demon whores and informants from it! He knew Dante and them didn't see it that way, but the boys, Vic and he did. The information they found for them was vital and they came in handy in a pinch.

"They have no leader, so it's total chaos down there. Hell needs a Ruler or it all goes to pot. You guys are the best choices really." Grim agreed. "I'd do it soon if I were you. They're talking a worldwide massacre soon. Getting rid of or infecting the humans. I'm against it and so are a lot of them, but still…others are listening and that's not good at all…for anyone."

"We'll consider it." Vic said. "It does seem that it would be best if you did it, I hate that you have to…but then again, Hell on Earth would be a worse alternative."

"I hate to say it, but Grim's right, you should do it." Dorian agreed reluctantly. "But be careful, letting Hell in could be a disaster if handled wrong. I recommend doing a barrier over the place first…an angelic one they can't get through. I know a guy who might help you with that, he's a bit…eccentric… but I'm pretty sure he'd do it. Maybe…"

"What's his price?" Bobby asked suspiciously.

"I'll take care of the price, Bobby. He owes me a few favors…this could repay one of them." Dorian chuckled recalling the brunette Trickster god and shrugged.

"Well, it's not a bad plan…not the best plan either…but not bad." Dante agreed. "You should stay good as you can though, it would be bad if you went evil."

"Won't go evil as long as we have Bobby and Vic." Both boys agreed and hugged their mates. "We love them and intend to keep them with us for Eternity. No one gets them or us now."

"Good, then I see no reason not do it." Dante said seeing that as a good thing, Bobby and Vic would keep them good, he was sure of it.

They talked for the rest of the meal then settled in the study to discuss how they'd go about moving the coronation and throne room to the mansion's basement without blowing the place up in the process, or unleashing Hell itself on an unsuspecting Earth.

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Gabriel eyed the huge mansion and whistled. Dorian smirked at his response. "Posh digs!" Gabriel said in appreciation. "I conferred with Heaven, Dorian, before I decided to do this. Thought you should know."

"And they said?" Dorian asked curiously as he wove the barrier now with his powers over the place like a dome, it glowed dimly as he did so.

"God said this was meant to be, they were meant to rule Hell from up above and they weren't evil, just damaged. There's good in them still that only Bobby and Vic help them access. They will never be without them, Heaven won't let them be. Bobby and Vic are never allowed to die or leave them. Consider them assigned to them…as their Charges, so to speak." Gabriel shrugged at her look.

"How do you have access to Heaven and God, when you yourself are a god?" Dorian asked curiously, sensing he was hiding something, something big.

"There's a lot about me you don't know, Dorian. And you aren't about to find out yet, so don't ask." Gabriel said. "Suffice it to say, there's more to me than there seems to be at first glance and leave it at that."

"Uh huh." Dorian said then sighed. The barrier was up and Gabriel was doing the honors, giving them the crowns, since there was no priest to do it nor was there any other strangely 'heavenly' type to preside over it. "Well, let's get inside, the royal pains in my ass are waiting on us." She scowled. "You are going to help with the portal, right? Tie it to them and Bobby and Vic, not just the boys, in case they go evil, right?"

"Yes, tying it to all of them and I'm doing the portal, not them. I can do it better and faster, God's orders." Gabriel said. "I'm also giving them some of my Grace, to help balance the new demonicness and powers they will get. It will hurt and I'll be weakened…but God said to do it, so I'll obey and do it."

"Grace, you have Grace? I thought only angels had Grace? Is that what you are?" Dorian asked.

"No, I'm something different, more powerful and…unique than most angels, believe me. And many things have Grace, not just angels." Gabriel explained.

"Like what?" Dorian asked as they entered the basement from a side door.

"Most animals, some people with special gifts, hunters, you, Dante, Bobby and Vic. The Fitzpatricks and their allies…even plants have Grace. Why do you think Pagan gods can imbue them with power? They already possess it." Gabriel said smiling and went to wooden platform. "Thrones go here?" He asked.

"Yes." Dean said watching him calmly, curious what he was doing.

"Okay." Gabriel said and waved a hand, a light covered the area and exploded from it gradually, filling it in and pulling up the Throne Room from Hell to where they were. The light filled the room around them now and they hid their eyes as it burned them, and Gabriel kept watching it and guiding it to do what they wanted it to. It dimmed when he pulled his power in and smiled in approval at what he'd done. "You can look now." He told the group, and they gasped as they eyed it. It was…magnificent.

The walls were crème and gold trimmed, the platform was white marble and the thrones were black Alabastair and silver, little veins of silver woven through the black stone. Black cushions lay on the seats and backs of them. Silver framed the intricately woven framework of each throne as well. A black stone was in place over each throne as well, a darkness in it that felt…powerful and frightening at the same time.

"Now we need a portal and the demons…" Gabriel said waving a hand to a wall and a gate appeared, a gold one and it opened. A set of doors appeared and glowed. Soon many demons filled the room and cringed. "Bow!" Gabriel ordered them in a clear and crystalline voice, the voice of something heavenly, divine. Not God, Dorian thought, but close to him. Archangel maybe, one of the major ones, too. His voice demanded he be obeyed and they did. Bowing and waiting. "Dean, Sam, go sit on the thrones. Let me dress you properly first…robes, royal robes…there we go." With a snap of his fingers, they were in white robes and sitting on the thrones, one with each of their names on it now. As if carved in by the power of God himself. Gabriel chuckled when they did so, knowing God had done just that. Made those thrones himself just for them, new ones not the ones from before; and adjusted the powers in them to suit the new Rulers of Hell. He wanted this set to be different, to keep ruling for Eternity now, and so he'd made their thrones from scratch, gave them the powers they would give to their Rulers, and put the name of ones to hold them on each one. No one else was meant for those thrones but Sam and Dean. And there was no more demonicness in them now. They would not become more demonic this way, but would need some of Gabriel's Grace to balance the new powers and their darkness they already held. It would enable them to feel more now, to feel more human again. God's orders. He was sure this would help fix their darkness and coldness a bit more, the way they had needed someone to for months now.

"Do you swear, upon your souls, to rule Hell and all it holds? To keep watch over it and the demons, to keep them from harming others and causing the Earth to fall to their control?" Gabriel asked. "Do you swear allegiance to Heaven and God, and let him lead you in ruling it, let him guide you in some decisions you make for it, to let God rule Hell through you at times? To dedicate your immortal soul's to God's Will for you to rule Hell wisely and well? With his divine plan and dictates in mind at all times and to never betray or cross him once you do?"

"We do." Dean and Sam said in unison. Meaning every word.

"Then I will crown you now." Gabriel said smiling, pulling out the Grace first and biting back pain as he did so, taking as much as he could manage for both of them as he could afford to lose. First pushing it into Dean, then Sam, and weakly falling to his knees before finding the strength to continue. "These are your crowns, not Hell crowns like others wore but divine ones. You will never be able to remove them except in death and that won't be possible now."

He slipped a silver crown onto Dean's head so it rested against his forehead and glowed, the green stone shining. Then took another crown just like it but with a sapphire stone and did the same with Sam. They now had a green stone and a blue stone embedded in their foreheads where the crowns were locked on them, invisible to all but demons and their loved ones, but only if the loved ones wanted to see them, otherwise only the rulers could see them.

"I now proclaim you, Sam and Dean Fitzpatrick, the true and only Rulers of Hell." Gabriel said but didn't bow, that wasn't allowed for him. But he motioned to their loved ones and they bowed to them. "Tell them what to do." He told the rulers and motioned to demons bowing. "They support you, give them orders."

"Fine, orders. I can do that." Dean said then smiled. "Go find any who oppose us, find them and kill them swiftly. I want only those that support there in Hell, am I clear?" His eyes glowed a deadly green and the demons nodded. "Go, do it." He said and they were gone.

"What about the hosts they use? Don't let them hurt anyone…maybe let them find coma patients without souls or just died, cover it up with a spell of power or something…so no one gets arrested for murder…" Gabriel hinted and they nodded, sending revised orders to their troops and getting affirmative answers back. "Send power to Hell, too. It should reverse the chaos now."

They nodded and sent power into the portal, and they felt Hell ease up now. It felt less chaotic there now. "Anything else, Gabriel?" Sam asked concerned for how pale the being seemed.

"Just a bed to rest in…I gave you most of my Grace. I need to replenish it before I use anymore power…close that gate with a thought, try it." Gabriel said stumbling to a wall for support, his head was spinning. He was going to pass out soon.

They did as asked and found it easy. And found that the gates responded to their presence immediately, their commands making it shut and lock, then dim to nothing but a wall, and the basement shifted to a game room, their thrones were recliners, battered ones. Others lined the walls, two others, smaller thrones of sorts for Bobby and Vic as well, they didn't need crowned. They had power over those boys already, no crowns would be needed.

They rushed to catch Gabriel as he passed out and barely missed hitting the floor. Then poofed him up to a free room they kept made up and laid him down to rest, thanking him as they stripped him and covered him up. Then quietly left him to sleep.

"Well, how do you feel?" Dorian asked and they seemed to consider it.

"Warmer…more human, but also still demonic and cold…strange. We feel like both now, rather than mostly demonic. He did balance us again, good." Dean said but still got that eerily calm look as he spaced out then sighed. "Got a rogue demon attack nearby. We should go deal with it."

"We're coming, too." Dante and Dorian said. Bobby opted to stay back and Vic went with them. The rules still applied. Those boys still would have problems with right and wrong, they'd lost their consciences along the way, or most of them, and only Bobby or Vic could play that part. They were their 'Jiminy Crickets' in a way, even they knew that.

Whispering to them to be good, telling them what would keep them that way, and insuring they did it. Keeping those men good was those two men's jobs and duties. And they intended to keep doing it for their lovers for all Eternity now, even if they did rule Hell now.

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Gabriel woke up the next afternoon and stretched, feeling horny. So he conjured up a few creations and had himself a very large orgy, to reward himself for doing such a good job for them all. He'd earned it, he reflected as a gorgeous creation, vaguely resembling Dorian, fed him cheesecake. He'd always fancied that dhampyre after all. And she was damn sexy.

Then rested some more since he wasn't fully recharged, he just had to balance his powers at times with sex and sweets.

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They got there in time to see the demons mob the humans in the building. Some school, they thought. With flicks of their wrists, the demons were sent back to Hell and destroyed there, while they redid time and rewound it so that the demons never attacked it. Then drove back after picking up lunch for Bobby and them to eat there at home.

And reflected that demon hunting might just have gotten easier.

And that having cousins that were the Rulers of Hell could come in handy later…Dorian was considering borrowing some of their demon whore informants on some of her upcoming cases…they could help with the information she needed on them still.

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Gabriel came down that night and looked better.

They greeted him with smiles and he gave them sweets to snack on while letting them know he had to go, he had a 'lesson ' to do. But promised to visit later, he was their liaison with Heaven now, so they could always contact him or find him wherever he was and vice versa. He agreed to be friends with them before poofing away and left them shaking their heads at him.

Then they discussed upcoming hunts and tried to figure out which ones to do or which ones to give to other hunters to do.

"Hey, Bobby? John was our Dad and he went to Hell, right?" Dean asked, barely recalling the man but getting an idea.

"Yeah, so what?" Bobby said and caught his glint in his eye. "Why?"

"We should find him and enlist his help." Dean said. "The journals say he was a great hunter, so why not?"

"He might be a demon." Bobby pointed out.

"We can fix that." Sam said. "Use our powers to make him like us…part demon, part angel, and tie his conscience to you guys like we already are bound to you." Sam shrugged. "We're doing it. It's not a bad plan. And we want John back, but we will need to find him a host…"

"Fine, but…make the body first then pull him into it. Host bodies burn up or someone gets hurt, so make the body from scratch, please?" Bobby cringed at the thought.

"We'll do that then." Sam said and they got busy doing it, transforming the basement briefly to do so.

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Both Rulers used their power to conjure up a new empty body to be just like theirs and the others, and then fortified it with some of their Grace. Then they summoned the spirit of John Winchester. He was a gray cloud, a demon, but they just commanded him mentally to go into the body they'd made. Then they waited for his eyes to open and the man to become sentient again.

It's eyes opened but it seemed to be trying to speak, or scream, they weren't sure which. So they touched its head and saw Hell memories flooding it. So they touched the memories mentally and erased them with a thought and smiled as peace flooded the man, and memories of them took their place, all of them. They saw the memories they had forgotten there and copied them to their own minds as well. And felt love for the man return, knowing who he was now and forming a mental link to John's mind so they could talk better that way if necessary.

"Boys?" John asked confused, his eyes clearing but still hazel with a gold ring, like Sam's but a little different. "What happened to you? To me?"

"I can explain." Bobby said and they all led him up to the living room to talk, while the boys fixed the basement to a game room look again. Then ran up to greet the father they now remembered, thanks to the memories they'd shared with him.

They talked for hours and eventually John got it, and they showed their true forms and powers. Even admitted their addictions to each other and their blood, and to sex with demons, which they said they would not stop, so don't ask them to. Explained the demon informants and all of it, leaving nothing out. John was amazed but accepting. Making him like them had helped make him feel that way, thank goodness. And what he lost to Hell allowed him to do that…Bobby was impressed. It was like it was planned out somehow…he got suspicious at that thought.

"So you are mated to Bobby and Vic? And they ground us, you and me? And it's all true? You rule Hell and hunt, and that thing is your demon Slave, Grim…and you are evil but not evil…wow." He said. "And you aren't Winchesters now, you are Fitzpatricks, thanks to a timeline adjustment, but the Winchester part is true not the Fitzpatrick part. It saved the timeline. I see how but…shit, that's weird. So you aren't my sons anymore?" John looked hurt at that part. "I can live with everything else but that…I died to save you boys and lost you anyway."

"No! We're…you misunderstood. We're still your sons, Sam and Dean, just mated and together as lovers with them…you're still our Dad. We just forgot you because of the Hell trips taking our memories…but you were always our Dad, whether we forgot you or not. You lost stuff, too. We won't know what yet until you get better adjusted to life here now but…we'll deal with that later. Fight with us again, hunt with us, and we got evil to fight. It's hard not knowing right from wrong and not caring unless they are with us, but…we try to stay good for them…and now for you. Please stay and help us?" Sam said pleading. "We lost a lot, it's true! But…we don't have to lose you again, not if you want to stay…we're not like we were before…I know that. We're different and so are you, so are they…but it doesn't change the fact you belong with us, Dad."

"I know I lost things, I feel…empty places…cold spots where emotions once were. I feel so warm but so empty, too…so inhuman but human, too." John said with a trouble look. Then risked a look in the mirror to see how they had made him look. And then had to chuckle. "And apparently I'm a blond with hazel eyes with gold rings around them, and I'm your height…damn. I look nothing like myself…I look different and a lot younger!" John said running hands along his abs and chest, then examining his body and frowning. "I have a mark…"

"Don't panic, it's not what you think it is! It's our mark." Dean said smiling. "It just makes you ours, you belong to Hell; to us. It carries a mental link directly to us so we can talk in our heads and find each other anytime we need to. It can summon us to you if you need us, too. Your antipossession tattoo is there on your chest though, thought you'd like it there again." He sighed then added. "You had to look different, Dad. If a hunter saw you alive again, he'd freak out. We're hiding here so that would be bad."

"I see that now." John said and his stomach growled. "I don't have your addictions, do I?"

He didn't want those addictions.

"No, we just made you a body like ours. It's yours now, no one can force you from it. It's not a host one; it's your own body. Do you like it? We could modify it…if you needed us to. What do you want changed?" Dean asked preparing to fix what his Dad wanted changed. "The height won't change but the rest could."

"The hair, I hate being blond. Can I be dark haired, black at least? And the eyes, can they not be hazel? Maybe blue or something…like Mary's were…she'd like that."

"I can do that." Dean said and touched by his eyes and facial hair, and hair on his head. Making it black and his eyes blue, like Mary's used to be. "There, anything else?"

He studied his face. Rounded chin, heart-shaped face, fuller lips that were plumper on the bottom, forming a cupid bow, long black lashes and arched eyebrows, only the high cheekbones and eyes were shaped like they used to be when he was alive. All in all a gorgeous package and not resembling who he used to be in the least. And no hunter would ever know he was John Winchester because of that fact. He had to change his name though…hmmm. "The rest is fine…except the name. I can't use that name or someone might get suspicious. How about…Jaxson Fitzpatrick, your brother? Jax can be Jax itself…or John, too… as a nickname, right? I can keep John and you can call me bro, Jax, or John; it could work. You could even still call me Dad, just in private." John said hopefully.

"That will work." Dean agreed. "Sam?" He looked to Sam who nodded and hugged his Dad now.

Bobby and Vic also voiced agreement while Dante and Dorian did the same. John wasn't like himself now, so no one would know he was back or how. And if he had problems with what he lost, they'd deal with those issues when they came up.

They were just glad it had worked and their Dad was back with them again.

The rest could be fixed later.

"Let's go out to eat tonight…Cuz." Dorian teased John and he rolled his eyes at her. "My treat. Even Grim can come; I'm feeling charitable…besides he hasn't told me what he called me here for…I'm still waiting for my info, Grim." Dorian grumbled at the demon.

"That's because you haven't paid me yet." Grim said back with a smile.

"Ten grand, in your account by morning. I swear." Dorian agreed and ignored the others' shocked looks. "Yeah, he makes me pay for information. I can take it and he's usually right."

"True." Bobby said chuckling. "Ten grand…better be good."

"How about where to find Meg and Ruby?" Grim hinted. "They're back…and they are gunning for all of you. Revised memories or not, they have Fitzpatricks on the mind."

"Shit!" Bobby said going pale. "Well, it was good intel after all."

"Spill it." John growled, catching Grim's questioning look and saw he was about to ask something. And guessed what that was. "Yes, you'll still get paid, just tell us."

"It's simple really. They killed them, but somehow they are back and working together, and they're pissed, and the bitches want revenge. I'd recommend the whore thing if you let them live, if you can. Ruby would be suited for it…Meg will be harder to break…John and Bobby should do that one. You guys can break Ruby easy…she's the weaker link anyway…and she's always had a thing for Sam, she's only cheesed because you rejected her, Sam. Not that you killed her, she's used to that but to be turned down and treated like week old garbage…it bruised her ego, trust me. We teased her for years about that one…to go so far for you, and still be rejected at the last minute in favor of Dean…yet again." Grim said suggestively and laughed. "They could be good assets like the demon whores and informants are now…they could come in handy later. And there is that pesky demon-sex addiction you have. I can't satisfy it alone…I could use a couple more slaves to slake it for you…and they'd be perfect Slaves like me." He hinted and shrugged, eyes knowing and aware they had taken his hint as well. "Just saying…keeping them as slaves would be far more beneficial to everyone than just killing them again. They'd just be back anyway, we all know that. At least this way…we know where they are at all times and can control the shit they get up to…"

"The hell they will be." John growled.

Dean held up a hand and conferred with Sam. Then pulled John and Bobby into it, and finally agreed the Whore and Demon Slave thing had merit, agreeing to do it. And the rest helped come up with a plan to capture them so they could enslave them. And, by the end of the night, and after a very expensive dinner, they came up with a plan they knew would net them two very bad female demons that had no idea what they'd let themselves in for by going after Sam and Dean again. And this time…it wouldn't end nearly as nicely for them as it did the first time. No, this time it was going to hurt much more than they ever had before.

Ways that neither demon bitch was going to like in the least.

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(Prologue)

"I can't believe I agreed to this." John said shaking his head.

Meg lay naked on the bed, tied to it and the binding mark kept her locked in her host, and the trap kept her there.

"Me either." Bobby said then sighed. "You first, you never did this before." He let John approach the demon who eyed them with hate-filled eyes. "It's easy. I do it all the time, too."

"Okay, if you say so." John said nearing the bed with distaste. "Still say it would be easier to just kill the bitch."

"But her talents would be wasted that way, you agreed to do this." Bobby said. "She and Ruby both have powers and skills we could use. We need them for Slaves, and it's our job to break them to it, like I did with Grim. It will work." He shrugged then. "Besides they ordered it, we can't exactly say no."

"Good point." John groused as he undressed and got on the bed, Meg's eyes following him every step of the way. "Okay, state my intentions, then the kink, then the sex….I can do this."

"Doubt it." Meg said taunting him. "Sissy boy can't get it up, can he?" John backhanded her and smiled then.

"Oh, I think I can now, bitch." John said showing his flourishing erection. "But first, the pain." He grinned widely as he revealed the flogger behind his back and turned her over to kneel for him. "And it is going to hurt…and not in a good way."

And, with that, the whipping and pain began.

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