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Winchesters in Hell

Chapter 8

Travels in Time

From Chapter 7

Get off me, Bela, you rapist." He laughed and relaxed then bounced her body with a thrust of his hips. She fell giggling to his side.

Bela laughed back at him. "What did you expect? There you were, naked and ready. There I was, wet and itching for it. I thought why let it all go to waste? So I climbed on. Don't tell me you didn't enjoy it too."

Chapter 8

Sam knew his brother was waiting. He imagined that strong, glowing body under the shower, He remembered the taste of Dean's honeyed skin, the warmth of the man's plundered mouth, the feel of Dean's flesh bruising under his fingertips. Sam sighed. Here he was with a naked woman in his bed. It was not the same; it was not nearly good enough.

But there was work to be done. Dean would wait, frozen in time. Sam could take all day, all week; Dean would still be there, waiting for his lover. The winged King pushed up in the bed. He smacked Bella's naked ass which was conveniently near to hand. "Come on woman, get dressed."

Bela squeaked in surprise and Rowena laughed. "That's going to leave a mark, for sure," the witch sniggered.

Bela sat up and started to pull her Motley on again. Her little silver bells rang delicately; counter point to the grim grey walls and Hell's lurid sky visible through the window glass.

"Enough," Sam grumbled. "We've got work to do." He swung his feet over the side of the bed and stood, stretching and yawning. He was a hell of a big boy. His fingertips nearly brushed the ceiling; his wings touched the walls and fluttered, making a soft susurrant sound.

Once again he was aware of Rowena's eyes assessing his body; staring hungrily at those dark wings. He glared at her trying not to imagine what a witch like her could create with a few stolen feathers. "Forget it, witch. You'll never get any part of me. Remember what your son said; you don't really want to be my footstool, do you?"

Rowena rose from the lounge and straighten her clothes. "Don't flatter yourself, young man. I've had a hundred better than you in my time."

Sam simply laughed at her. "Now you forget yourself. I am the Morning Star and much, much older than you."

"So you say," the woman replied. "I've always felt that Lucifer was himself something of a pure being. He was at one time an Angel and no matter how he befouls himself he is still an Angel. You creatures are almost pure in heart compared to the degradation and pain involved in becoming a powerful witch. We pay for our power with slices of our souls. What is left behind is scoured and dead, like ancient bones flapping in the dry winds of Hell's furnace. Only when all humanity is stripped away is the body of a witch ready to contain and control the power."

Sam considered her words. "That's good to know, witch. Never forget that the power for which you have sacrificed so much was created in the lair of demons. Hell's powers are what you prostituted yourself to earn. You should not be surprised to find that I have taken all that you paid for so painfully. If you want any part of that magic back you now must learn to obey. Follow me."

Sam went to the doors and pushed them open. He was not the slightest bit surprised to find Gilfoy standing in the hallway waiting for him.

"My ,Lord," the gentleman demon bowed and dropped a hand to the floor gracefully. "How can I serve?"

Sam smiled happily. "Good work, Gilfoy. You seem to anticipate my desires before I even know them myself."

"I've had years of practice, My, Lord. I served Crowley well and long. I know my place in Hell's hierarchy and I want to keep it." The demon's grey, curled moustache twitched upward riding his toothy smile.

"Very well, Take the Ladies to the throne and then wait for me. I'm going to go visit Crowley. Check for me to see that the Knights are beginning to assemble and tell them to wait. I'll be with them soon." With a rustle of his midnight wings Sam disappeared.

Gilfoy shrugged. "He certainly is learning quickly for a Boy. Follow me, m' ladies."

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Crowley's King of the Crossroads throne was tucked away on the side of Sam's castle. It had large windows overlooking the slope of the mountain. When Sam materialized at Crowley's side the demon didn't even flinch.

"You know, Sam.," Crowley said calmly, resting his head on stiffened fingers "if I offer to buy you some pants would you consider putting them on?" The King of the Crossroads then leaned to the side and murmured to a minion "Please get The Boy King a chair, would you?"

The minion scurried away, not deceived in the slightest by Crowley's politeness. The poor junior grade demon was well aware the Crowley would just as likely tear his legs off as say please ever again. In just a moment Sam was settling into a chair fit for a King.

"I see you 're getting the hang of this instant translocation thing." Crowley smirked. "Been having fun visiting yet?"

"Yes, I went to see Dean, not that you care."

"Oh, I care about your brother a lot. Someday soon we're going to be the best of friends. Just you wait and see." Crowley snapped his fingers. "Oh, my, where have my manners gone? Would you like a drink, my King? Would you like scotch or, in honor of your flannel wearing nightmare of a brother, beer?"

Sam grinned. "I've never been that much of a drinker, your highness. But you know that, don't you? I'm really here not to trade jabs with you; I need some information. How exactly does this time travel thing work?"

Crawley handed his glass off to the ever hovering minion and leaned forward, a serious look on his usually smirking face. "I'm very glad you ask me that. You've noticed the possible hole in reality, haven't you? I always thought of you as the smarter Winchester."

"Yes, I noticed. I went from just after my dive into the cage to watching Dean chase a phantom possum into a garden shed. When he told me it was a year later than I thought it was I felt the winds of Eternity shiver through my feathers." Sam was as serious as Crowley. "Can I cut that year short? Can I return to the moment after I fell?"

"Therein lays the problem Sam." Crowley was very serious. "Normally I would just let you tumble into the trap by yourself looking to gain some slight advantage for me but your inadvertent errors could possibly affect my own future so listen carefully."

"Before you make a trip into the future, all the possible paths into that future still exist. Once you have gone ahead and created a path all the other possible futures collapse. Now that you have found Dean a year after your fall he must live through that year and you must let him. The consequences of attempting to interfere are incalculable, possibly even catastrophic to not only Dean but the world. The option to return to the past and set out on a new path is gone. So be very careful. If you go forward and someone is dead in that future place there is no way to undo the death. The event is permanent. If civilization falls and you take a peak, it falls forever."

Sam thought about the demon's warning. "But Zachariah has tortured my brother with glimpses of a future that results from a decision that Dean has made. How was that possible?"

"The frigging Angel is a major douche." Crowley growled. "Angels like him make all of creation lose faith in God. I may not enjoy our deity, I may battle his concept of the universe but at no point did I ever think he didn't exist. Why he allows those scheming Angels to plot and plan their apocalypse I have no idea."

"Then what was it? Was Dean's trip to the future just a fever dream?"

"Zachariah has played with your brother's head before. I would think that Dean would be able to recognize the warning signs by now. After all, how likely would it be for all of Dean's closest friends to gather in a single spot years from now? How likely was it that they would all change so radically? And most of all how could Dean not see that the one who changed so completely was himself? For a man whose loyalty is famous to become a cold blooded murderer willing to sacrifice everyone who has ever loved him and who he has ever loved. Is that likely or even possible? Then to urged the real Dean to give in and say yes to Michael? Give me a frigging break." Crowley snorted.

"So you've seen that trip?" Sam asked. "How?"

"I wasn't in that dream, was I?" Crowley stared into Sam's face. "I may lie and cheat and connive. It's in my nature. One thing though I will always refuse to do. No self-righteous Angel will ever get me to play a part in one of his games. I may be a demon and a King in Hell but on one thing you may rely. I never will cooperate with an Angel. They make me puke."

Sam smiled and stood up. "Good talk, demon. Thanks for the information."

"Remember, Sam." Crowley also stood. "Be very careful of the future. Now that you have established Dean's location in time you can safely go there. It is set in stone. Travel any further into the future and you will have to accept whatever you find, like it or not. It is best to create the future by making your decisions today. If you feel you must play with time, play with the past. Stay far away from the future."

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Sam finished his visit to Crowley and appeared in the main throne room. Bela and Rowena stood behind the throne, whispering to each other. Gilfoy hovered to the side of the dais, keeping an eye on the women and the demons gathered below.

Sam sank into his chair and hung a leg over the side again, grinning at the overdressed crowd. Gilfoy approached his new master.

"King Santanael, the new Knights are gathering as you commanded. Balial and Verrine are already here." Sam's major domo waved his hand out, as if presenting the demons to his King.

"The others are on their way. The messengers have located Beelzebub: prince of the Seraphim and master of idolaters, Pythius, the prince of liars; Asmodeus who was also a prince of the Seraphim, burning with desire to tempt men into wantonness; and Satan the master of all witches and warlocks."

"I am sorry to report that the messengers are still searching for Abaddon, Astaroth and Mammon. I am sure they will be located in time and will present themselves at your command." Gilfoy backed away from the throne. The demon had maintained a whole hide for so long by being very careful when near a King of Hell, no matter who sat on the throne. Sam may appear pretty and young but Gilfoy was sure the Boy King could rip the skin off a slow minion just as quickly as Crowley.

Below Sam could see Belial disporting himself among Crowley's pretties. His flailing limbs and six grimacing faces were in stark contrast to Crowley's fashionable favorites. The demon was at play, running his bloody fingers over the silk dresses of the ladies and the lovely suits of the males.

Verrine drifted through the crowd; his twisted, desiccated frame towering over their heads while sifting the dust of ages on their shoulders and stealing years for himself. Verrine had been a prince of Thrones in Heaven, just below Astaroth in power. Now he was reduced to tempting pitiful humans with impatience

"Thank you Gilfoy," Sam said. "I'm sure that we will have enough of the Fallen to start our new Knights of Hell. Belial and Verrine are here and I welcome them. Too long have the fallen been ignored and shamed.

Sam allowed Lucifer to gain ascendancy for a moment and the Light bringer, the Morning Star, Lucifer was recognized by his brothers, the fallen, who owed him allegiance as the first among them. The two fallen angels pushed their way to the front of the crowd and knelt down, as much as their misshapen bodies would allow.

"My Brothers," Lucifer's voice rang out. "I pity you in your degradation. You, who were more beautiful than men can imagine are now deformed blasphemies in Hell. I promise you freedom to act and new forms to use on the face of the earth and possibly in heaven itself. This body I now use I share with one of the Winchesters, descended from the legends of old. He will lead. You owe allegiance to this new King called Santanael."

Sam pushed Lucifer back and spoke to the fallen himself. "Belial, Verrine, you will become as brothers to me. Together we will create a more perfect Hell.