Summary: With Sam's blood running through Crowley's veins, Crowley cannot help but feel an attachment to the young hunter. After helping Sam cast away Gadreel, Crowley has his own ideas. Those ideas contain torture, stealing Sam's blood, and keeping Sam to himself. Crowley x Sam Dean x Castiel
IMPORTANT: I do not own Supernatural. It belongs to Eric Kripke.
Author's Note: Once again I am sorry for taking time to update. August was a rough month and so was September. I was in the hospital for a few days and trying to get my life together. While I was in the hospital I found out I was pregnant, so that sort of played around with my mood swings too. I am better now ^^ But that's my explanation for not being able to update for a while.
Warnings: There is a lot of male/male action in this chapter. Main pairings are Crowley/Sam and Dean/Castiel. But be warned…it's a lot of slash.
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Crowley was in a good mood, but he also felt a bit of guilt for putting that necklace on Dean. He did this because Crowley only wants Sam for himself. The thought of losing Sam, and not being able to have his blood, scares Crowley. He is starting to grow really dependent on Sam Winchester.
"Where exactly do you plan to take the boy?" Lemuel asked, walking with Crowley to where Sam was being kept.
"I found a mansion in Oconomowoc, Wisconsin. I plan to give Sam his own room."
Lemuel raised an eyebrow. "I see..."
"Don't look at me like that. He will still be chained until I can fully trust him."
"You have a blind spot when it comes to Sam Winchester."
Crowley ignored the comment and stopped right in front of the door. "He better be asleep." Crowley slowly, but quietly opened the door and Sam was curled up in a ball, softly snoring.
By closer inspection, Crowley saw dry tears on the hunter's cheeks, making him feel another wave of guilt. Using his demon strength, Crowley picked Sam up and held him against his chest, gently rocking him.
"To Wisconsin."
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Night 3
Sam was surprised that he woke up on something soft. No longer was he on a cold stone floor, but instead he was under a warm quilt that went up to his chin.
Opening his eyes, he saw he was in a spacious room with dark red walls and red velvet curtains around the bed he was in. The bed was so comfortable that he wanted to fall back to sleep, but since no one was around he could try to find a way out.
Getting his hopes up Sam pushed the quilt down, but his heart sank when he saw the chain around his ankle. Of course Crowley wasn't going to trust him right away. Instead Sam looks around the room and spots a note on the bedside table.
Picking it up, he saw the handwriting was in fancy cursive and it read:
Moose,
Lemuel will be arriving shortly to unchain you. I am terribly sorry I have to chain you, but I'm afraid you can't be trusted until you decide to accept yourself as mine. Shower and then join me for dinner.
Kisses,
Crowley
Sam sighed and put the note back down. A shower sounds nice. He ran his hand through his greasy hair and casually smelled himself. Oh yeah, he needs a shower.
The door to the bedroom opened and Lemuel walked in with a smile. "Good evening, Sam. How do you like your new room?"
"I hate it," Sam lied, "but I think I'll like it better if I wasn't chained and kept prisoner by crazy demons."
"I'm glad you like it,"Lemuel responded, pulling out a small skeleton key. "Now don't try anything because this place is guarded." He undid the chain on Sam's ankle and watched as Sam stood up. "Mmm...Do you need me to take care of that for you?"
Sam squinted at him in confusion and to his mortification Lemuel was looking at his erection. "Shit!"
"Odd, I thought that happened in the morning," Lemuel mocked.
"In case you haven't noticed my sleeping patterns are a bit off, so my nights are like my mornings. You can look away now." Sam was very uncomfortable with the way Lemuel was eyeing his erection.
Lemuel looked away and said, "You should go shower before Crowley decides to get you himself."
"Just give me a half hour please."
"Crowley told me ten minutes," said Lemuel, sitting down next to a desk and picking up a book. "You just wasted two minutes."
"Do you listen to everything Crowley says?"
"Of course I do. I recommend you listen to him too. Now you have ten minutes."
Sam rolled his eyes and walked to the bathroom, slamming the door behind him. He could hear Lemuel laughing on the other side.
The bathroom wasn't anything fancy like his room, but there was a nice shower, a toilet, and a spacious sink. The only thing that was missing was a window for him to escape out of. Now Sam knows why Crowley chose this room for him.
Sighing, Sam began to undress. This shower is going to feel so nice despite his situation.
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Crowley was angry. He told Lemuel ten minutes, but it's been twenty. Crowley left the dining room and made his way to Sam's room.
He opened the door and growled when he saw Lemuel sitting down, reading one of the books.
"What is this? I said ten minutes!"
"I got caught up in the book," said Lemuel in a calm voice, "but I think he is finished."
Crowley was about to say something, but stopped when the bathroom door opened. Sam poked his head out, eyes widening when he saw Crowley. He lowered his head and said, "I need clothes."
"There are clothes in the drawers that should fit," said Crowley, his voice softening when he saw how shy Sam looked. Sam's shyness and innocent eyes were what attracted Crowley to him. There were other things of course, but it was these two things that Crowley first noticed when he met Sam.
"Can I have some privacy please?"
Crowley snapped out of his thoughts and raised an eyebrow when he saw Sam looking at Lemuel with a wary look. Now that was interesting...
"Of course, Moose. Lemuel leave." Crowley snapped the last part at Lemuel who raised an eyebrow.
"No need to get snappy, my King," said Lemuel, standing up and slightly bowing to Crowley. "See you around, Sam."
Sam looked a little calmer when Lemuel left, making Crowley narrow his eyes. "Did anything happen between you two?"
"Not really, no," Sam replied, scratching the back of his neck.
"I don't like being lied to, Sam."
"It's nothing, Crowley. I just don't like his smart remarks and I'm not comfortable when he is around." Sam walked over to one of the dressers and opened the top drawer, looking at his new tops.
"Lemuel is a good follower, but he can be a bit...out there I guess."
"You guess? Well I don't trust him. Just keep him away from me, Crowley," Sam said, unfolding a deep ultramarine top. "Is this a chambray shirt?"
Those words were what made Crowley notice how Sam looked. The towel he used to dry his body was wrapped around his waist, showing off his chest. Sam Winchester was absolute perfection.
"Yes, it is. I'll just wait outside while you're getting changed."
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Sam waited for Crowley to leave the room before he removed the towel from his body. He quickly dried off, changed into the top (which fit him) and then he put a pair of jeans on.
Not bothering to put shoes on Sam opened the door to see Crowley casually leaning against the wall, watching him.
"Follow me."
"Is my brother okay?"
"You're wondering about your brother now and not in the room?" Crowley looked at him in disbelief.
"I was more worried about Lemuel. Is Dean okay?"
Crowley shrugged and didn't respond to his question. They continued to walk down a long corridor, down a flight of stairs, and into the dining room.
For a moment Sam forgot about his brother's wellbeing, and was more impressed with the layout of the entire mansion. He had no idea where they were located, but everything about the mansion was beautiful. All his life, Sam has only known hotel rooms, the interior of the Impala, and the open road.
But in all honesty, Sam prefers the open road and Impala because these are the memories that he has about Dean.
Dean...
Crowley pulled a seat out, beckoning Sam to sit. As Sam sat down he watched as Crowley walked to the other side of the table, taking a seat and smirking at Sam. "I must say Moose; I can get use to this."
"Is Dean okay?"
Crowley just sighed and snapped his fingers. A servant came in with a bottle of wine. Sam just stared, wondering if the servant was a human.
"No Sam. The occupants of this mansion are all possessed by demons. Otherwise how would we have any willing service?"
Sam didn't say anything as he and Crowley were poured some of the red wine. When the "servant" left the room, Sam pounded his fist on the table. "You keep avoiding the question, Crowley! Is my brother okay?"
"I don't know, Moose. I gave him Pandora's Necklace."
Sam felt his heart skip several beats when he heard those two words. "Pandora's Necklace? Why would you give him such a thing?! Do you realize the hell my brother went through in his life! Our parent's death...my death, Hell, Jo's death! He will even see horrors of the future, the -!"
"Will you shut your bloody hole?" Crowley growled. Sam shut his mouth, but continued to glare.
"How else can I keep your brother and his angel at bay? I could have killed them, but I didn't. Instead I gave him the necklace."
"You gave him a necklace that makes its victims kill themselves!" The horror of Dean's death made Sam want to vomit. He can't lose his brother. His brother was the only one who was there for him. Dean was the one who came to Stanford to check on him. It wasn't their dad. The whole time it was Dean because Dean was the one who practically raised him. Dean was the one who taught him how to walk, how to talk, how to eat, how to hunt, and how to use a gun.
"Your brother is not going to be alone while he is going through this, Sam. Castiel is with him and I guarantee Castiel will make sure Dean doesn't try anything. In fact, Dean and Castiel are an item if you know what I mean."
"Dean and Castiel?" That was...expected and unexpected. This was more expected because Sam always knew about Castiel's feelings for Dean. The angel always made it very obvious. Castiel always looks at Dean with a look of longing, his blue eyes softening.
This was also unexpected because Sam would never suspect his brother to have those types of feelings for a man. Sure, Dean was a different man when Castiel was around, but to have feelings for Castiel like that? Sam couldn't help but be happy for his brother.
Sam laughed and said, "I am actually happy for my brother. He and Castiel deserve each other." He picked up his wine glass and took a sip. Crowley was watching him with amusement. "How do you know they're together like that?"
"They were holding hands like it was the most natural thing in the world," Crowley said with a shrug, taking of a sip of his own wine.
"Wow, I am so happy for Dean." Sam really was happy, but still concerned for his brother when that necklace starts to glow. But if Castiel is there...then maybe there was a chance of Dean getting out of this and breaking the necklace's curse.
For now Sam needs to focus on himself and getting himself out of his own situation.
"You know," said Crowley in a casual tone, "Castiel has an interesting theory on you and I. He thinks we're soul mates."
Sam frowned, but didn't respond because the "servants" were already serving the food. As soon as they left Crowley continued, "Do you know what a soul mate is Sam? I'm sure you do with your knowledge."
"Of course I know. It means we have a lifelong bond, but I hate everything about you Crowley." Sam said this so bluntly that Crowley stared at him.
"Let's be honest here, Sam," said Crowley, getting Sam's full attention. "Why did you ask for another kiss?"
Sam felt himself blush, but managed to keep eye contact with Crowley's hazel eyes. "I don't know. I liked it when you kissed me, but I don't want it to happen again."
"Why not? If you liked it so much then I'll be glad to do it all you want," Crowley said in a seductive voice, giving Sam goose bumps. "I'll even let you share a bed with me."
"Please...I'm confused. I don't know how much more of this I can take. My head is already spinning with the kiss and the whole soul mate thing. Because I do believe that soul mates exist and I can't deny that we have a bond."
"Why am I sensing a 'but' coming along?"
"I don't even need to explain myself to you, Crowley. Right now my brother is going through his own personal hell because of you."
"Oh bloody hell!" Crowley yelled, breaking his wine glass with anger. Sam gasped when he saw Crowley's eyes turn red, but only for a second. They quickly went to red and now they were back to hazel color. But Sam could still feel the anger coming off of him and it scared him.
"Every word that comes out of your mortal mouth is 'Dean' or 'my brother'. This is why I need your brother far away." Crowley slowly stood up and reached into his pocket. "Now hold still."
Sam's eyes narrowed when he saw the needle in Crowley's hand. No, he did not want Crowley high because there was no guessing how he would act...or do.
"Can we finish eating first?" Sam quickly asked.
"Are you holding back?"
Sam shrugged his shoulders. "You're unpredictable I guess."
Crowley snorted, sitting back in his seat to Sam's relief. "Then we will save the fun for after."
"It's not like I have a choice."
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Dean was curled up on the floor with Castiel kneeling by his side. For what felt like hours he witnessed what happened with his mom. He felt her skin burning from the flames, her fear for her son, and he even saw her last thoughts. It was a memory of him, Sammy, his dad, and her sitting in the hospital, smiling at an infant Sam. They were all smiling.
The last thing that Dean heard before the images ended were Sam's cries. As Dean came back into reality he found himself curled up on the floor, tears rolling down his cheeks, and Castiel's hand against his cheek.
Castiel didn't say anything as Dean cried, and Dean was thankful. His warm hand against his cheek was enough.
"Cas...I don't think I want to go through this. This was the first vision and already I want to shoot myself." Dean was wiping the tears away from his cheeks and looked up at Castiel. "What else does this necklace do, Cas?"
"It shows visions of the past, present, and future to the person who wears it. These visions are going to make you go insane."
Dean just nodded, pushing himself up on his elbows and looking at Castiel. "Cas, why don't you continue to look for Sam and I'll just stay here."
Castiel just smiled, shaking his head. "I'm not leaving your side, Dean. God forbid I come back with your brother to find you dead. Sam needs you alive, and the only way that is going to happen is if I stay here with you."
"Why don't you listen to me anymore?"
"I love you, Dean. You're my soul mate and that means I am going to be here for you every step of the way."
Dean actually felt himself blush at those words, so he changed the subject. "So you still believe that Crowley and Sam are soul mates?"
"I always knew they were meant to be together, but I kept myself in denial. My thoughts were recently confirmed when I saw how desperate Crowley was to keep Sam."
"I can't even think about it, Cas," Dean replied. "Crowley is this evil bastard who ruined so many lives, putting the three of us through hell. Look at me now. He cursed me with Pandora's freaking necklace!"
"Like it or not, Crowley is still the King of Hell, so he will do whatever it takes to keep Sam. I also know that Crowley won't seriously harm Sam. Rest assure that Sam is safe until we get to him."
Dean huffed and put his head back. "Yeah, I know."
Castiel looked at Dean for a second until he finally said, "So...do you want to make out? Did I say that right?"
"Uh...yeah, you said it right. It was weird hearing you say it like that."
"Next time will be different," Castiel said as his lips met Dean's. "And besides, you're so irresistible..." Castiel kissed him again, smiling as Dean finally responded to the kiss.
"I will keep you sane," Castiel whispered, kissing him again. Dean shivered at the seductive tone in Castiel's voice, making him hard.
"Yeah? You're already driving me insane, Cas."
"I'm actually doing the complete opposite. Your mind went from feeling crazy to calm as soon as I kissed you. After every memory, every vision, I will bring you back to reality."
"How?" Dean's breathing grew heavy when Castiel undid his jeans, freeing his erection. Dean held his breath, taking in the sight of Castiel jerking him off. He watched as Castiel licked his lips repeatedly while he stroked, causing Dean's erection to stretch even more.
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Castiel continued to watch Dean's reaction to this. He was impressed that he got Dean to feel this way and so quick too. Dean's penis was warm, and massive in his fist. He moved his hand down the smooth shaft and rested it against the base, in the thick bush of course pubes. Dean let out a little moan, and thrusted his hips up, humping Castiel's fist. He clenched his fist a little tighter and worked it back up the shaft, and then back down. Dean put his hands behind his head, and continued to move his hips in motion with Castiel's fist.
It felt like a few minutes had passed, and Castiel was really getting into jerking off Dean. Just when he was starting to get the hang of jerking someone else, Dean let out a loud moan.
"Oh fuck Cas...I'm about to come!"
Castiel watched as cum shot out of Dean's penis. It hit him in the face and neck, splattering against his lips and chin. It was thick, and almost clear, spraying out like a fountain. Castiel was so shocked; he opened his mouth, and got some cum into his mouth. It was bitter sweet against his tongue, and he immediately closed his mouth.
After a few more shots, Dean opened his eyes, and started laughing. "Cas, I'm sorry man that was awesome." Castiel was still holding onto Dean's dick, and he felt cum drizzling over his fist and forearm. He let go of Dean's penis, wiping at his face, making it worse.
"I can't believe I did that," said Castiel as he stood up. "I...hope you don't think differently of me, Dean."
Dean stood up himself and quickly fixed himself. "Cas, wait."
Castiel was surprised as Dean gave him a hug. He felt Dean's penis grinding against his own, and it felt comforting. "I really enjoyed that and I want to thank you for helping me back into reality."
"So I can continue to do this after every vision?" Castiel felt hope for their relationship. He didn't think Dean would be so accepting of this, but he was.
"Anytime you want, Cas. I'm down with it."
Castiel smiled.
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"Alright Moose, dinner is over."
Sam ate the last of his chocolate cake and looked at Crowley with wide eyes. "Can I have another piece?"
"That is your second piece! You are avoiding what I plan to do to you tonight! Now get up or I will make you!" Crowley's eyes were turning red, so Sam slowly stood up. He bowed his head and followed Crowley out of the dining area, up the stairs, and into a room.
"On the bed," said Crowley, pointing to a queen sized bed with a dark red comforter. It definitely suited Crowley, Sam thought as he sat down on the edge. "Oh come now, Moose. Make yourself comfortable since you're going to be here for a while."
"Are you going to rape me?"
"Mmm...Not yet. In fact, I don't like the idea of rape. I am hoping you'll be willing by the time I decide to take you." Crowley reached into his pocket, pulling the needle out.
"You seem sure that is going to happen," said Sam, eyeing the needle. Sam's eyes then traveled up and locked with Crowley's. A minute went by and Sam was the first to look away, tilting his head and exposing his neck to Crowley. "Just get it over with."
Sam shut his eyes when he heard Crowley walk towards him. Crowley gently cradled his cheek with his hand, stroking his jaw with his thumb. "Relax, Sam. This doesn't have to be bad you know." Sam gritted his teeth as Crowley stuck the needle in his neck. He didn't even watch Crowley stick the needle into himself. Sam was just preparing for what Crowley was about to do to him.
Sam did look up as Crowley staggered to the bed. "I don't know what it is about your blood, but the reaction it is giving me is amazing." Crowley sat down against the headboard, beckoning Sam to come closer to him.
Sam was a little unsure because Crowley is unpredictable, but right now he seems to be in control of himself. He might as well move closer before Crowley does decide to get violent with him. So Sam crawled over to him, putting his head on the pillow.
Crowley started to stroke his soft hair.
"Do you realize how perfect you are to me? I admit that when I first you I was impressed."
Sam looked up at these words to see Crowley gazing at him with a look of, affection? Sure, Sam always had this feeling that Crowley was watching him a lot. Sometimes Crowley seemed thrilled to see him when he would show up to him and Dean.
There was that time where Sam, Dean, Kevin, and his mom were invited to an auction, and there plan was to win over the tablet. Sam was not shocked to see Crowley there, but Crowley was acting a certain way towards him.
Memory
"It's okay. It's okay. We just got to come up with a plan "B"".
"And what, pray tell, could possibly have been plan "A"? Bring the Prophet to the most dangerous place on Earth, memorize the tablet, and then vamoose?"
Sam and the other instantly turned around to see Crowley standing there, looking handsome, as usual, in his black suit. "Hello boys."
"Crowley," Dean growled. Sam never knew what to say in Crowley's presence, so he just kept quiet.
"Kevin," said Crowley, ignoring Dean completely, "what a pleasure to see you. Sorry about your little playdate. Her name? Ah. Well, if you're gonna make an omelet, sometimes you have to break some spines. And who is this lovely young thing?" Crowley turned to Kevin's mom, Linda, who was glaring at Crowley with pure hatred. "Must be your sister."
Linda slapped Crowley hard across the face.
"Ah!" Crowley's eyes were now burning with anger and humiliation. Sam was starting to fear for their lives, but more for Linda.
"Stay away from my son," Linda threatened.
"Charming. Defiling her corpse has just made number one on my to-do list."
Dean stepped forward, but Sam moved to stop him. "Don't mind a little love tap, but anything more, and our mookie pals here may just throw you out, and that would be a shame."
"He's right, Dean. It's not worth it," said Sam, locking eyes with Crowley.
"Listen to Moose, Squirrel." Crowley still kept eye contact with Sam, making Sam slightly uncomfortable.
Sam was even more uncomfortable as Crowley sat right behind him. He could feel Crowley's eyes staring at the back of his head, so Sam just tried his best to ignore him.
"Don't know why you're so keen on that hunk of dirt. So it tells you how to blast back a few demons? I'll just make more. Can't get rid of all my black-eyed boys, Samantha."
Sam felt himself blush, but he turned around in his seat to face Crowley. "Yeah, we'll see."
Crowley just stared back, making Sam uncomfortable again. Sam could not place it, but he did not see hatred or anger, but something else.
To distract himself from these eyes, Sam turned back to Dean. "All right. So, how much we got for plan"B"?
"Uh, well, we got our hacked credit cards, $2,000, and a, uh, Costco membership."
Sam sighed and listened to the bidder. "Our first item, the amulet of Hesperus. Let's start the bidding with, um, three tons of dwarven gold?" Sam and Dean both looked at each with raised eyebrows. "Ah. This lady. I have three. Do I have, uh, four? Ah. Four, gentlemen here. Four. Going for five. Five? Five to this lady. Do we have an advance on five tons?"
"Plan "C"?" Sam asked. Why won't Crowley look away from him? Sam could still feel his eyes on him.
"Big time," Dean responded.
"Any other bids? Any other bids?"
"I'm gonna use the restroom," said Dean. Sam wanted to stop him, to keep Dean as a distraction from Crowley. But Sam knew that Dean was planning to find the room where the tablet is kept.
Sam went tense when he felt Crowley's fingers gently stroke his hair and scalp. He just figured Crowley was doing it to make him uncomfortable, but there was obviously more to it.
End of memory
"Sam!"
Sam jumped, looking up at Crowley with wide eyes. "Did you say something?"
"I was asking a question. Do you think I'm attractive?"
"Of course I do," Sam replied.
With that Crowley kissed him on the lips. Sam began to kiss back slow and soft at first. He just realized how much he missed Crowley's kiss, so he kissed back with a lot of force. Crowley pulled away, straddled Sam's hips, and began to suck and lick his neck.
"Mm, take your penis out," said Crowley, his voice already husky.
Sam didn't even argue. He pulled his erection out of his pants, letting Crowley take control.
How long has it been since Sam had someone stroke his manhood? If he remembers correctly it was Ruby, so too long. Crowley's rough, but knowledgeable grasp was heavenly. How ironic.
Crowley straddled Sam's legs in one motion and his one hand continued to jack his pulsing dick. Crowley glanced up at Sam and smiled. "So much pre-cum already! You must be excited." His hand quickly spread the slippery fluid over his raging cock. Sam could only muster moans and guttural sounds as this demon ran his hand up and down, each down stroke a little harder than the up stroke.
Sam had to reach out for the headboard. The sensation Crowley was giving him was almost too much. He was afraid he might pass out from bliss.
Crowley then added, "Mmmmm! I could have a lot of fun with a cock like this."
Sam looked down at him and smiled. "Have all the fun you want."
"Goody!" he replied and started wrapping his lips around the head of Sam's penis. As Crowley's head bobbed the length of the shaft, Sam could feel his tongue playing on the underside. God, he was good! Crowley occasionally moaned, sending little shivers through Sam's cock. It was heavenly!
Sam tilted his head to see that Crowley was playing with himself. Sam didn't want to admit it out loud, but seeing Crowley play with himself was turning him on more.
Crowley popped Sam's dick out of his mouth, looked up at him and said, "There is no need to hold back, Sam. I know you are enjoying this, so please participate."
With that, he went back to sucking. Sam reflexively started thrusting his hips a little, and with his free hand, he grabbed Crowley's shoulder and gently gripped it. Crowley continued to alter his speed and hand action on Sam's cock, expertly bringing him towards the edge of climax.
Sam couldn't tell how much time had passed, as he was in another zone. Five minutes? Half an hour? His mind tried to make sense of the fact that this man...this demon was now coating his manhood with his saliva while rubbing himself. But it was no use. He just went with it and let this reality happen.
Crowley paused and brought his other hand up to Sam's sac. While gently stroking Sam's cock, he fondled his balls in a way he had never felt before. It was so erotic that soon his sac started to tighten.
"Feels like a big load in those balls. You are going to give it to me?" Crowley purred, staring deeply at him.
"I will very soon if you keep what you're doing," Sam pointed out. "I just hope you will cum too."
"You bet I will," Crowley responded before going back to sucking his hard cock.
"Good," Sam added, "because I think I'm about to blow the biggest load of my life!"
Crowley's other hand had resumed its previous actions and, judging by Crowley's increased moans, he was about to get off himself. Sam could feel the stirring in his loins, telling him he was about to come.
"AAAHHHHHH!" uttered Crowley, mouth agape. Sam could see that his body was convulsing as an orgasm rippled through his body.
Having never seen this, Sam was extremely turned on to know that this demon was as aroused as he was. "Fuck, Crowley!" he practically screamed, "You're making me cum!"
"Yes, yes!" Crowley muttered between clenched teeth. "I want to see you cum! Cum on me! On my face! You give me your blood, so now you give me your sperm!"
Hearing such dirty talk was too much. While Crowley's hand continued to jerk his cock, Sam sprayed rope after rope of cum. The first glob smacked on his forehead and shifted right; a good portion ending up on his cheek. The next load hit the underside of his nose and most of it fell into his open mouth. As Crowley's strokes slowed, he placed his lips around the head of Sam's cock again and sucked the last of his load.
As soon as the orgasm wore off Sam went right back to reality. This reality was filled with self-loathing and regret. Sam was so lost in the pleasure of the orgasm that he completely forgot about the situation he was in, and who Crowley was. As if Ruby wasn't bad enough, now Sam was messing around with the King of Hell. What is Dean going to think of him now?
"Can I go back to my room?" Sam asked in an almost broken voice.
"Just stay here tonight. You're welcome to share my bed," Crowley responded as he fixed himself.
"I would rather be left alone...please." Sam's voice nearly cracked, making Crowley raise an eyebrow.
"Fine," Crowley snapped, shocking Sam. Crowley walked over to the door and said, "Fix yourself and then come outside." With that Crowley left the room, slamming the door behind him.
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Author's Note: I had a good time with this chapter. For Dean and Castiel I meant to get them together later on in the story, but Destiel has always been a favorite pairing of mine, so yeah I couldn't wait XD Sam and Crowley are going to be more complicated though. As you can tell, Sam does feel lust towards Crowley, but for a while he is going to regret his actions with Crowley. Sam will continue to fight back and it's going to take some time for him to grow accepting of Crowley.
I hope you liked the chapter ^^ I wrote a long chapter because it's going to take a while for me to publish the next one. I do need to focus on my other fan fic, Trapped Again. I also have an idea for a Nightmare Before Christmas fan fic, but I'm not there just yet. I want to update Trapped Again first and then I'll create the Nightmare Before Christmas fan fic. So please be patient. I have most of the chapters planned out for Thirty Dark Nights. I am hoping to get Chapter 8 up in October sometime.
