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

Warning: Wincest! Sam/Dean. Some language, Sexual Content. 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: John is back and adjusting still. Something comes up he least expects and Hell rears its ugly head once again. Is he up to the challenge of facing Hell again and what does it want with him now?

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Days passed for them, a few visions here and there, but peace and quiet mostly reigned.

Dean held the cloth to his nose and picked up the phone now. Bobby was still at Ellen's but he wasn't needed yet, so they just called the hunter from the vision. "Steven, yeah, Dean here. Got a vision, your wolf will attack at the Rain Water State Park tonight, near the picnic area, number 3. Yeah, there are three of them, a small Pack. That's all." He listened now and answered. "No problem, talk to you later. Be careful, wolves get tricky. No, not mated, I didn't see that at least, Sam either. Uh huh…could happen, but didn't sense a Mate in there. Okay, call when you're done, we'll worry." Then hung up. "That was a doozy…" He said eying the blood on the cloth. "Thanks, Pamela, that was better with you helping that way. usually when we dig in a vision it hurts more."

"My powers should help with that…Dean, what's wrong with Sam?" She asked then rushed to grab Dean as he collapsed as well. "What the hell?!"

"Visions, sometimes they go back to back, it gets nasty for them when that happens." Gabe warned her.

"Drag Sam here quick then, let me balance it." She ordered concerned then touched their foreheads, closing her eyes and letting herself be drawn into the vision.

'The man with black eyes is running, a dark alley. He's terrified. Others are pursuing him. He's looking at the houses nearby, but not sensing his target. "John Winchester, where are you?" The man says terror in his voice, a scream falls from his lips as he falls down under an attack. The other has black eyes as well, but seems less afraid and more angry. The man was going to betray them, find the man they wanted to avoid. They did not want John Winchester to know the truth of himself, and this piece of shit was going to blab! The demon dies as they rip him apart.'

They dug deeper, found a house number and a street sign, and it was here in town. 457 Sturgis Drive. It happened tonight. Around 8, according to the clock in the house near him. Both men woke up slowly now and took the cloths again.

"Demon, a good one, is coming to talk to Dad." Dean said hoarsely. "Other demons are after him. We should find out what he has to say. It seemed pretty important for him to risk coming to us that way."

"He's here." Sam said writing the information down. "It happens in two hours."

"I'm going." John said.

"No, you are waiting here." Dean spat. "They are going to get him and bringing him here. We will question him in the basement. Once we can move again…ow."

He eyed the migraine meds gratefully and took them; both men closed their eyes as the pain slowly subsided. "Better." Sam sighed and eyed the lamps in the room, which they all rushed to turn down. They would shoot them out if they had to; they had done it before. "Don't harm the demon, just those chasing him." Sam ordered and moved his head to look at them, then flinched. "Damn, I moved…knew better; wow, that hurts."

"Be still." Pamela said using her powers to ease their psychic pains a little until they at least could move again, then winced as the vision filled them again. There was an urgency to this one that the other one didn't have…she wondered why. It has an almost ominous feel…like it brought bad news with it. Then shrugged. They'd find out more when they talked to the guy.

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They were in the alley and hiding, right where the men had said the attack happened.

Soon they heard running and panted breaths. A whimper as well. Yeah, they were right on time. The visions hadn't been wrong yet apparently.

The man came into view, running fast; eyes casting looks behind him. Gabe looked at Cas and said. "You get the demon, I'll get the pursuers."

"On it." Cas said grabbing the startled demon and pulling him away. Gabe used power to incinerate the demons following him instantly. Then they popped him to just inside the gate and blind folded him. They then led him into the house and into the basement to sit on chair in a trap they had set up for him. Just in case he got squirrely on them.

"You wanted to talk to me?" John said removing the blindfold but staying out of the reach of the trap…just in case.

"You are John Winchester?" The demon asked.

"Yes, what do you want?" John asked, curious now.

Relief showed on the demon's face. "Sire, I came to beg your help."

"Sire?" John asked suspiciously.

"Yes, you were mated to our King, and you killed him. So you became King in his place and have his throne and powers…unless another takes them from you, of course." The demon said. "We are aware you didn't know this. But another wishes to take the throne and most of the demons are following him. A small portion of us don't like the new guy, he's much crueler than Crowley was. Please…take the throne before he does."

"Why would I do that?" John said. "I don't want to return to Hell, thank you very much. I like it up here."

"You don't have to go down there, well, maybe at first to kill the others that try to rebel but not after that." The demon said. "He will take it from you otherwise."

"How would he do that?" John said, getting a really bad feeling about this already.

"By killing you, of course. It's the only way to pass on the Right to Rule." The demon said. "Surely you knew that."

"No, I didn't. Explain how I'm the King of Hell again." John demanded.

"Well, you mated to Crowley and took the Crown and the powers with it. He didn't give you any, of course, but the Crowns were connected once you married. So when one Crown's holder died, the other person got the powers, which is you. They also get the throne and to be King or Queen in their place." The demon said. "You would have more powers now and felt different…have you, at all?" He asked curious. "You should have begun to once he was dead…"

"I have been angrier, having more outbursts than usual, and the traps don't hold me very long now. I don't even have to push too hard to break them…wow, that's why. Bobby will be relieved, kind of, or freaked out." John said thinking. "I didn't mate to him willingly though."

"Most don't. Most Consorts are forced to do it, like you were. Then kill their Masters later and take the throne; it's the usual way it's done. Some mate just to get the throne, and kill their mate afterward. Very few willingly do it. No one wants to be the King of Hell, trust me…unless you are psychotic and power hungry. Like Crowley and Rasiel, the new guy I mentioned. He'll bring Hell to Earth, literally, trust me."

"He'll start an Apocalypse…!" John growled.

"That is his plan." The demon said. "I overheard him planning it and had to get to you. Me and my demon brethren support you and don't want it either…Angels would slaughter us for that, but he won't listen…still wants it. But to do it, he has to kill you to get the power to do so, and the throne."

"But that still means I need to go back down to Hell…" John pointed out distastefully.

"Yes, but only long enough for the ceremony to bind you to the King's throne and to kill off those that oppose you; a Consort might be good, if you can find one you can trust. You can force one but you don't seem the type. She would do fine." He said pointing to Pamela. "She has a strong psychic energy and some darkness to her already. She will not gain more but the darkness she carries should fortify your Rules in Hell for Eternity, if you did so."

"We don't have to live down there, do we?" Pamela asked now.

"No, you can rule up here. You will always be connected to Hell and all demons all the time after that; both mentally and physically, and psychically as well. You will own them, as Crowley did us. Please don't let Rasiel kill you, please!" The demon asked.

"What's your name?" Pamela asked gently, soothing the panicking demon. He felt good, so she didn't want him scared of her or him; only evil ones deserved that.

"Damien." The demon said looking down. "I will obey and serve you both, as will my brethren. They have given me the duty of telling you that. We will follow you, John Winchester. We do not stand with the others that oppose you."

"I won't get more demonic, right?" John asked.

"No, you will stay the same. All that changes is what crown you will wear." The demon said.

"I'll be the Devil?" John said in surprise.

"Technically, yeah. But not strictly, that's a human term for your position, an evil one at that. Being the Ruler of Hell does not make you evil. How you choose to rule does though." The demon said.

"You sound awfully good for a demon." John said observing him closely.

"I'm actually a Fallen Angel that got trapped there during the first war between Heaven and Hell. Hell lost but some of us Angels got trapped there by the demons and ended up being kept there to be tortured. I was made somewhat demonic after a few centuries of it, as were my fellow fighters. Heaven may have won, but we lost. We never went fully demonic, Fallen Angels retain some Grace, so we don't do that. But we do go partially demonic. Enough so we don't belong to Heaven anymore…of course." The demon said bitterly. "True demons hate us, Angels and them, too. To them we are scum, lower than demons really. They don't understand that even if we don't break, we still end up demonic. We don't get that choice; hell, it's not even a choice really!"

"We should do that then. I don't want an Apocalypse." John said. "I really can kill the others that oppose me, it won't be cruel?"

"It will be cruel. I advise you do it cruelly as you can, painfully, too, so they'll respect you more later. They still see you as a whore and such, only pain and cruelty will show you aren't." The demon advised.

"Well, that's what I'll do then…Pammy, marry me? I don't want to handle those assholes by myself…and we are mated after last week…" John asked her and she nodded, smiling.

"Yes, I'll marry you." She said and hugged him. "My Mate, I suppose I will rule Hell with you now, too."

"Yes, you will." John said smiling back. "Boys, guys, I'll be back."

"We want to come, too!" Dean insisted.

"Fine, but leave Bobby a note and tell him to come see us when he gets it. I don't know for sure how long this will take." John said. They rushed to do so and ran back in a few minutes later as they were ready to go. "Let's get this over with." He said bitterly.

Then he took them there with surprising ease; poofing them all there and leaving the house empty.

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They first got the priest ready then the Hall of Ceremonies. They also locked the old Royal Suite and John ordered them to set up new rooms for him and his Queen. He'd destroy the other rooms later. Burning that bed was the first thing he'd do! Demons soon flooded in, the good ones forcing them to go. Rasiel and several higher level ones knelt before the thrones in shackles of iron which burned their wrists but didn't kill them. They'd been extra blessed to hold them better so they couldn't break free of them, something John enjoyed.

"Kill me, will you?" John taunted with a derisive snort. "Others far better than you have tried, and failed…dumb ass."

"I will not bow to you." Rasiel hissed him with red eyes glowing with hatred for him.

"And yet you are." John said. "I'll deal with you later. First I have more important matters to attend to."

"Bastard!" The demon hissed.

"Silence!" John ordered and the demon soon found himself gagged by Dean with a ball gag. John didn't ask where he could possibly have gotten it from or how he even knew how to use one. He didn't need to know. Some things were best not known between father and son, he thought cringing.

The wedding came first and went smoothly, if you could call black fire flowing over them and crowns sealing to their heads 'smoothly'. The Coronation came afterward. Another ring was added to the crowns and they felt more power fill them. John's seemed to stabilize though, he noticed. No longer angry or having burst of out of control powers now. He felt…calm and at peace. Like he was where he belonged now and no longer lost. She read his thought and sent back that it was because he was just where he belonged. Where he belonged the moment Crowley died, since the throne became his then.

He soon looked down at the demons lined before the thrones and smiled, eyes red and fangs showing, full demon form out and visible. Dark smoky like skin and black claws complimented his black and gray hair and red/hazel eyes now. Black feathery wings sat folded behind him now. Large ones once unfurled, he knew that now. "You die now, all of you." He turned to the Fallen Angels that stood by the Platform, ready to serve his Will at any time. "Find his supporters. I want them dead, too. Kill them but make them examples so the others don't get stupid and try this again."

"Yes, Sir." Damien said and he and his brethren headed out to obey. They were his royal guards now, his Elite squad. Damien was his General of his armies and totally obedient to his new King. Just as he promised he would be, and his brethren would be. Assassins as well, very skilled in that as well.

John sent Hell fire at the demons and they died on fire, screaming in agony as they burned up to ash. Then he surveyed those that were left. "I have new rules for you. If you don't like them, you can burn, too. Ready to hear them?" He said coldly.

No one said a word. So he soon outlined the rules. No harming hunters or humans, no unwilling vessels or hosts, no coming up without his permission at all or he'd kill them for it. No more crossroad deals, all other deals were void. People kept their rewards but the hold on their souls was gone. No more prices on souls. No more messing with his family, he'd kill them for that instantly. No more torturing on tables or whoring out people who went there like they had done to him and the other good demons.

In other words, be good or I'll kill you. A good policy to have, he thought to himself as he stood now. "You may go. My Queen and I wish to have some privacy. Boys, go on up and wait for me, we'll be back soon."

"Sure thing." Dean said and hugged him. "Congratulations, Dad. You look good as a demon. You, too, Pamela."

"I do, don't I?" Both said smugly, admiring their new forms. Pam's was smaller but like John's, but a soft gray. Her wings were dark sapphire and black though but large like John's. "Married, who'd have thunk?" She said teasing her King.

"Not me." John laughed but added. "But if I had to do it again, I couldn't have asked for a better mate and Queen to be at my side. I love you, Pammy."

"I love you, too, John." Pamela said then smiled. "Shoo, go on. We just want a brief honeymoon here. We'll be back soon. Tell Bobby what happened and that we'll be back."

"We will." They all agreed and left with a flutter of feathers as they all flew off and vanished.

"Now…where are those rooms, lover?" Pamela said grabbing his groin and stroking him. "I'm not feeling really patient at the moment."

"Me either." John said tugged her along at a run and soon had her tossed roughly, and naked, onto their new bed in their new suite of rooms there. All new and just for them. Untouched by other demons and he was grateful for that. Then proceeded to make her scream his name in pleasure and rake nails down his back as he claimed her again; making love to her for hours.

And neither could find a single complaint after that for having to have their honeymoon in Hell.

Well, there was one…but that brimstone and sulfur smell was unavoidable, so they chose to ignore that and focus on each other instead, like true newlyweds.

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Two days later, they popped back. Smug and happy. Bobby welcomed them with Ellen, Jo, and Ash.

"King of Hell, who knew? Guess that fixes the whole 'demons trying to kill you' issue." Bobby said grinning, relieved.

"They told you everything?" John said unsure how he took it all.

"Yes, and while I wish I could have went with you…I agree it was the best decision you could have made. Where are the other demons at? They not coming up?" Bobby said looking for them.

"No, they are guarding Hell for me. They also said the other good demons could come down again at times, that no harm would come to them. Most of the demons are dead now. There are only a few left for now and they are loyal to me. They would never harm them." John said. "It is safe for them now, it really is. The Fallen Angels hated they were being used that way, hurt so much, me, too. They just couldn't save them from it. Now they can. They promise to set them up in nice rooms in the Palace, like I did with them. Pamper them a little, make it up to them for all that was done to hurt them. Not all the time, but if they'd at least visit, they'd be grateful. They want to be friends with them now, if they will let them be."

"They will visit up here, too? The Fallen Angel 'demons'?" Bobby said, he'd like to meet them. They had once been angels after all. There was no reason they still be trapped in Hell now. They should be free to come up and see the world the way it was now. Help protect up here, too.

"Yes, they said they would." John said and groaned as he rushed to catch the boys as they passed out, a vision hitting them but keeping them from touching. Moments later, they woke up and blinked up at him, grateful smiles on their faces. "No more hunting for you two, are we clear?"

"We already agreed to that." Dean grumbled. "You both are worry warts, damned if you aren't. We're fine. It was just a vision. We guide the others with the visions now, don't worry. We don't hunt ourselves. Bobby made us promise not to."

"Oh…" John said seeing they were closer to Bobby than John himself. "I'm your Dad, and I'm back now…so you treat me like you treat him, understand? Still your father! Demonic or not."

"Yes, Sir, we already do. And we love you both. Don't be jealous. He was close to us after losing you, and he became a Dad to us, too. But you were always our Dad, we never stopped loving and missing you." Sam reassured him.

"Good, keep it that way." John said sternly then smiled as they palmed the meds and held cloths to their noses and heads. "Anyone you want us to call?"

"Yeah, Jake and Alex. They got a wraith after them; it's stalking them for some reason. It should find them in a couple days. At night outside some bar, 'The Tender Noodle'. I'm guessing it's a gay bar, what with the title and all." Sam said and sighed, tired. "Taking a nap now, see you later."

"Not on the floor." John said popping them with the Angels up to their room, tucking them in and letting them rest now. "The blood?" He asked Cas.

"It's stopping on its own. They just have migraines again. A good sleep will help with that." Cas said and kissed them softly in their sleep, whispering he loved them. Gabe did the same. Then they turned off the light and let them be. "They aren't killing them, John. The visions won't do that. They will hurt but not damage their bodies or brains at all. They are just Oracles, and all Oracles suffer when they have the visions. That's all. It's a psychic pain, not a physical one."

"I hate to see them in pain. If I only knew what they were going through back then, I might have helped them more. Understood more." John said sadly.

"You couldn't have known, John. And they wouldn't have told you, trust me. Even they barely understood it, how could you have?" Cas said and he saw his point. "They will be fine now. Come down to eat, Gabe has made supper for you all."

John had to wonder what part of 'supper' actually consisted of anything besides sugary sweets and how much was nutritious food at that point. Gabe wasn't that good at balancing his meals; he'd learned that his first day back on Earth.

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The Fallen Angels came to their doorstep days later, eager to meet the good demons. "We are early, we know. We just couldn't wait to talk to them. Let them know we mean them no harm."

"They are over there, waiting for you." John said motioning to an area by some sheds. "They wanted some privacy to talk together first. They don't entirely trust you but they do know you weren't any of the ones that ever touched or hurt them, so they are willing to listen to you on that basis alone. For now."

"The ones that hurt them are dead, we made sure of that already." Damien said happily recalling their deaths. "We made them feel their and your pains before they were begged for death and we allowed them to die, trust me on that."

Cruel pleasure spread on the Angel's face now. John found it most amusing as well.

Then they went to where the demons were to talk to them. And John went to train with the others. He would still hunt, sometimes with Bobby even. He just needed to find a better way of doing it; starting with finding ways to hide his Hellishness…and to not use his new powers around the humans. Which, it turns out, he was doing much better at now. And Bobby had offered to partner with him since his sons couldn't hunt. He had thought it better if he didn't hunt alone, Ruler of Hell or not. He deserved a good friend and hunting partner with him again.

"Things are going to get interesting." John said as Bobby came out with a coffee for each of them. His eyes flared amber with hazel but neither men really paid attention. John didn't feel the need to waste power hiding his true form as much now, it was unnecessary in his opinion. Bobby and the others had reassured him that they loved him as he was, whatever he looked like. So he now let his form show and his eyes show and felt relieved. It hurt to hide it for too long. "Hell is under control, I'm feeling better. It's time we hunted again."

"I was just thinking that, too." Bobby said. "I found us a good one. Kids are being taken then being found again. They can't recall whose taking them, but some of their parents keep dying. Fathers actually. I'm thinking changelings."

"Sounds like. Only dealt with them once before. Nasty things." John said sipping his coffee now. "After the demons and them talk, we'll go and deal with it. Maybe ask some of them to come along, for training purposes. After all, if they are going to be protecting people up here now, they really must learn the right way to do it now. Don't you think? At least Damien and one other, this would be a good training exercise."

And settled in to watch the sunset, smiling into their cups as moans came from upstairs. Vividly recalling how they had spent their night doing the same thing with their mates as well.

And thinking that a bit more fun of their own with their lovers might be called for soon, before they left, of course.

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