A/N: Sam seeks his revenge on the demons holding him and finally escapes his prison. A change of leadership surprises everyone. Thank you for taking this journey with me. I do like reviews. NC

Chapter 11

The lights went out and the nightlight cast its feeble glow into the room. Sam sat on the cot with his back against the wall. He looked around the room through the strands of greasy hair as his mind whirled and calculated his options. He didn't think there were any cameras in this place, so he lifted his hand and focused on the thin pillow beside him. It wasn't but a few moments before the pillow shifted and then rose slightly off the cot. He held it there for a moment before letting it fall back down looking at it with curiosity. A twitch of pain made him rub his temple and he looked to the night light across the room and concentrated on it. It flickered and shone brighter before fading back to the dim light that it normally was. This was interesting and he wondered just how powerful he was and how much more he could become.

Sam closed his eyes and began to search outward from the cell. There were no barriers for his spirit, and he moved down the hall sensing the presence of others behind closed doors. He could feel the demon souls inside the meatsuits before returning to his body. A plan was forming, and he smirked as his newfound powers danced inside of him ready to unleash hell upon the ones who held him hostage. He was sure the yellow eyed demon would be returning soon from what snatches of conversation he heard from his minion. Sam was going to have a big surprise for him that he was not going to see coming.

They came after the lights came on and he didn't resist as he kept his head down and let them lead him down the hall. He was taken to the same room again and glanced up the see the cups of blood. Sam knew that blood was not needed anymore and waited patiently as Gerald got ready to possess him. He watched him smoke out and eagerly waited for him to force his way into his body.

Gerald was lax as they brought Sam into the room hoping this would be ending soon. He was tired of swapping bodies with this giant since he wasn't allowed to have any fun or inflict any torture. Plus, the stench coming off him now was almost unbearable. He didn't know why Azazel wouldn't let him shower at least once a week but knew better than to question his tactics. He wanted to keep his good standing with the Boss and did as he was told without comment or complaining. Those who did were not around very long.

"Well, let's get this ball rolling," Gerald said. He acted like it was an inconvenience for him to do this and pulled himself from the meat suit he used and rolled toward Sam entering his mouth and making himself at home. He pushed Sam down and locked him in the cell as he began to walk to the table. Suddenly Sam's body stopped, a confused look on Sam's face that the two other demons in the room were not sure what was going on.

Sam felt the demon enter his body and felt himself being pushed into the cell. He waited until the demon thought he was safe before he looked at the door and blew it open with the blink of an eye. Once Sam's mind was released, he bore down on the demon's soul and stopped him from smoking out. He attacked the black soul and tore it apart slowly, making him suffer as much as he could. Sam coughed slightly, letting a puff of black smoke pass between his lips as he pulled himself to his full height and turned to the other two demons who stared at him in shock.

The demons watched not knowing what was happening to Gerald inside Sam's body, but when he turned to them, they saw that it was Sam, not Gerald looking at them. Something had changed about him that made them stiffen and a cold chill ran up their spines. They took a step backwards as Sam took a step forward to challenge them. His greasy hair hung in his face making him look almost insane as his eyes flashed with anger.

"What happened to Gerald?" Harold asked seeing Sam's eyes darken slightly as his anger began to build.

"Gerald is gone, I killed him," Sam spoke with sudden strength and authority.

"Don't kill us please, this wasn't our idea, it was Azazel that was behind it all, he's the boss," Stanley begged cowering before Sam. "If we don't do what he tells us, we are punished severely."

"We were just following orders," Harold added hoping to stop Sam from killing them too.

"Where is he?" Sam growled with a fierceness as his need to exact his revenge was forefront in his mind.

"He just got back, he's in the throne room," Harold said quickly bowing to Sam.

"Show me," Sam demanded.

Harold and Stanley scurried out of the room with Sam following close behind them. They led him down several halls to a pair of double doors and stepped back to hurry away before he changed his mind. They stopped around the corner and looked back watching Sam to see what was going to happen.

Sam stood in front of the doors as he prepared himself for the battle of his life. He could feel the powers surging around inside of him, anxious to be let free. He pushed opened the doors and saw the demon standing across the room with his back to him.

"Sam, nice you could join me," Azazel said slowly turning around and sipping on a drink he had in his hand. "I wondered how long it would take for you to develop into a child of mine."

"I am not your child and I never will be!" Sam hissed in disgust as he stepped into the room. He saw movement in his peripheral vision and looked at the two demons that were advancing toward him. He stared at them for a moment, before they fell gagging to the floor and stilled.

"I am impressed. You're learning faster than I expected and without any coaching or training. We are going to make a great team, you and me. We will take over the world once my army is freed and you will be leading it for me. It was so good of your father and brother to train you as a hunter to prepare you for this. You know I'll have to thank them some day."

"Oh, there will be no you and me here. I will never lead your demon army or do anything else for you." Sam stated in no uncertain terms. "The only thing I will do is kill you. You are not going to hurt my family or anyone else anymore."

"You may think you're strong Sam, but I am stronger," he gloated in delight as he snapped his fingers. "I've been around for a long time and you...Well you are newly born, so to speak. You've not even had time to really test yourself, have you?"

Sam stumbled and went down to one knee, but he raised his steely gaze back to Azazel to see a look of concern cross his face and quickly vanish as he got back to his feet. Sam knew the demon feared him; he could feel it and it made him grin viciously. He could see his black soul churning around inside Azazel's meat suit and clenched his jaw. He raised a hand and clutched it into a fist as he watched Azazel grunt in pain as he grabbed his stomach. He stopped him from smoking out and escaping from his meat suit because he wanted to end this here and now. Azazel was going to die today and there would be one less monster to deal with in the future.

"You killed my Mom. You drove my Dad insane wanting revenge for her death. You are the reason my life was so messed up. And I'm not the only one you screwed up. My brother never got to have a real life. You took that away him and set us on this path that…" Sam growled clenching his hand again, pleased with the pain he was inflicting on him. "You infected me with your blood making me a freak, an outcast, a monster. You ruined both our lives by what you did to me and our Mom."

"No Sam, I saved you from a life of boredom. I gave you a chance to be something great, to be a leader, maybe even the next king," Azazel hissed out as he fought to gain control. "I know you Sam, even before you were born. You were destined to follow this path I started for you. I've been watching you all your life, waiting for the right time to take you. My demons were in your life right under your nose and you never knew it. A teacher, friend, acquaintance, motel clerk, you were always watched Sam. I could feel the power inside of you even when you were innocent, naïve, and young. All you have to do is embrace it Sammy, be who you truly are and quit hiding in your brother's shadow. Look at you, this is the real you. This is who are destined to be. You're pumped with power, power I gave you. Too bad you didn't make it to college," he chuckled seeing Sam frown with this tidbit of news. "What? You didn't think I knew about you running off to college? It was perfect timing actually."

"What makes you think I would ever want any of that from you?" he asked trying to not letting the demon get to him with his words. "I never wanted any of this, I was not given a choice in the matter, but I will not do what you say. I won't turn evil."

"Think about it Sam, my gift has manifested in you now. Will your father or your brother even want you back? Will they treat you differently once they know what you have become? You know they do hunt monsters, demons, freaks…" he goaded him knowing he was getting to him when Sam stiffened, and a look of uncertainty crossed his face at the mention of his father and brother.

"You don't know my family," he hissed through clenched teeth.

"If you're that close, why don't they know you are missing? I know for a fact that your father is hole up in a motel in Mississippi and your brother is on a hunt in Texas. If you are that close to them, you would think they'd at least be looking for you after all this time."

"They think I'm in college, so they wouldn't be searching."

"You sure about that? Maybe they're glad you're gone. Maybe they saw how different and weak you really were and couldn't stomach you being around…."

"Nothing you say is going to stop me from killing you. You've terrorized my family and the world long enough." Sam threw his arm out and tossed the yellow eyed demon, pinning him to the wall. His drink fell from his hand, spilling the amber liquid on the rug, a hint of whiskey wafting up from it. Sam walked up to him and bend down to pick up the empty glass. He looked at it for a moment before turning his gaze back to Azazel. "I know you have been forcing me to drink demon blood, trying to awaken what's inside of me. Well, you got your wish, but you didn't take into consideration that you didn't change who I really am."

Word spread that Azazel was being challenged by one of his special kids and demons were beginning to gather outside the throne room to see what was going to happen. Some had moved into the room but didn't offer to interfere with this giant of a man who had Azazel trapped and emitted more power than any had ever felt. They watched with wide eyes as Sam tossed the glass to the stone floor where it broke to pieces.

"You're going to regret this Sammy boy. If you let me go now, there'll be no hard feelings," Azazel said.

"I don't think anyone is going to help you," Sam stated looking behind him at the demons who cringed as his gaze roamed over them. The demons all looked away quickly when his gaze landed on them afraid of being destroyed by Azazel's chosen one.

"You can't do this, I created you! I am your maker!" Azazel yelled in outrage as he struggled against the power holding him to the wall.

Sam grinned knowingly at him, making his appearance seem even more ominous and deadly. Only one of them was going to walk away from this fight and Sam was going to make sure it was him.

"Now, let's finish this; I need a shower," Sam stated. He focused all his energy and power on the demon's black soul he had trapped in the meat suit. Sam could tell the poor guy's soul was gone already and the only thing keeping him alive was the demon possessing him. He started ripping and tearing at the soul making Azazel wail in pain. He was slowly being shredded like ground hamburger. Sam released a huge rush of energy that blasted out from him finishing off Azazel and several of the other demons that were too close to them. The room shook with the energy burst making things fall around them. Chunks of ceiling fell to the floor around Sam, barely missing them, but he didn't seem to notice. The ones standing outside pressed against the wall and watched as the body of their leader sunk to the floor and tumbled over dead, along with some of the lesser demons. Sam didn't have to exorcise demons; he could kill them now.

Sam drew in a long breath, calming himself before turning to look at the others, seeming not affected by the tremendous power he had expelled. None seemed eager to confront him and he didn't think any of them would try to stop him.

"I will be leaving now, and I want my things given back to me," he instructed with a voice of conviction.

"Excuse me, sir, my king, but what do we do now?" one of the demons asked in a shaky, frightened voice.

"What do you mean?" Sam questioned unsure what he wanted.

"He was our king, our leader, and now he's dead," another replied looking to the body Azazel had been possessing and looking back to Sam in anticipation of his response.

"If you are not going to stay to lead us, who will, sir?" another asked from behind the first one.

"I don't care, pick someone," Sam said throwing up his arms not believing he was hearing this. "But understand this, I will not tolerate any demon threatening my world any longer with a demon war. Believe me when I say, I will hunt you down and kill you like I did your boss. I promise you that. And I don't think there are any here strong enough to stop me."

"Well, I am King of the Crossroads, so that makes me the highest ranking demon right now and that makes me first choice to be King of Hell," a demon said boldly stepping forward toward Sam. He was dressed in a three-piece, dark suit and had a British accent. He seemed pretty sure of himself as he stood facing Sam. "Name's Crowley, nice to meet you…Sir," he added at the end.

"Sure, whatever, you've got the job if you get me out of here," Sam told him. A demon came hurrying in with Sam's duffle and computer bag and held them out at arm's length like he was afraid to get any closer. "Everything better be in here," Sam told him as he took his bags.

"Yes sir, they were not touched since you got here," the demon said bowing to Sam and moving away.

Crowley stepped to Sam and wrinkled his nose when he got a whiff of the odor coming off him. He laid a hand on his arm and they vanished from the room leaving the remaining demons mumbling and whispering among themselves that Azazel's favorite special kid he was grooming, the would-be Boy King, killed Azazel and didn't even take the throne. He gave it away. It didn't take long for rumors to start spreading throughout hell and the world above about the change in leadership and their new king, the King of the Crossroads, Crowley, was now King of Hell.

Long live the new king.