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Chapter Nine-

"Training?" Sam asked, wiping blood from his mouth. A part of Sam screamed in horror. The mirror that hung against one wall, revealed his own black eyes.

"Well of course!" Robert sneered. "Our king needs training before the coronation, doesn't he?"

Sam's heart plummeted. "King?"

The word felt odd, foreign, on Sam's tongue. Robert spread his hands, with a grin. "But of course! You are, after all, the heir to the throne!"

"But… the throne to what? Dad never told me about this!" Sam's voice was pitched higher than normal. He turned to Ruby, who smiled sweetly at him… it almost felt artificial now.

"John would never tell you. He would never tell his son that he would one day, rule Hell." Robert's eyes glittered with malice. "He kept your from your rightful throne!"

Sam slammed his eyes shut as the world seemed to tilt, at Robert's next words. "All Hail the Boy King."

Dean was losing it. He was a mess. He was furious. Someone had taken Sam. Sam was gone. His dad knew it was the demon and Dean didn't want to admit it but, that was the only lead they had. John contacted every Hunter he could think of, even if he really didn't trust them. When it came to children, the hunters were out full force. Dean was very upset as they put Arizona in their rear view. They were heading back to Lawrence, Kansas to speak with a psychic named Missouri Mosley. Who knows what could be happening to Sam? Dean didn't believe in God but… maybe one of the freaky little Pagan dudes would help out?

Sam was starving… he had tried to say no. He wanted to go home now. Robert hadn't been happy with that and asked Sam to give it a while. Sam was put into his own room and left to his own devices. Sam wasn't starving for food, he got 3 large meals a day… no, there was a hunger there that he couldn't explain. It danced around him, his body ached and nothing eased the pain. Sam was going out of his mind. He would see flashes of something… hallucinations. His eyes watered and he smacked his lips together… so thirsty… so hungry. It had been three days. He hadn't seen Ruby at all. The only person he had seen was a jumpy man in a collar, yes a collar. His… cell door banged open and the man was back.

"Hello, my king. I need you to follow me." The man spoke with a bow. Sam stood and followed, desperate to escape the confines of his cage. They passed into a part of the mansion he had never been to, a door at the end of the hall opened. When he stepped inside, Sam looked around. Everything was stone. The room was large but barren, a green copper gate hung straight in front of him. A small one was to his right. They looked like the arched Roman gates, the ones that caged the animals, the gladiators fought. Sam jumped when the one next to him began to clang to life. As it pulled back, a small metal tray was extended out, upon it was a knife that Sam had never seen before. It was intricate with a brown handle. Sam lifted it, his eyes wide… his training was beginning. Before him, the next gate lifted. A man stepped into the room, his eyes a glistening black. He sneered and suddenly, things clicked into place for Sam. Everyone he had met were demons…

"Lookie lookie… baby king wants to try himself against me?" the demon cackled and rushed at Sam. Sam dodged, fear setting in. The Demon whirled, grabbing Sam's arm. Sam yelped at the contact and lashed out with the dagger. The Demon hissed in pain when the dagger slashed through his forearm. The scent hit Sam and his mind cried out as Sam lunged. His teeth latched over the cut. The Demon roared and knocked him back, Sam's nose cracked and blood poured down his face. But Sam felt rejuvenated, like a tiger who just got his first taste of a meal for a long while. Sam sneered back at the large man, proud of his growth spurt. Sam lunged first, the man catching him once again and tossed him into the stone wall. The knock to the head had Sam seeing sparks. Sam stayed down, waiting. Sure enough, the demon approached cackling. When the demon knelt by him, Sam sprang to his feet, slashing with the dagger. The Demon screamed, light flashing through him. Sam created a cut on the demon's wrist and, his stomach churning, lapped at the blood.

"Good boy, Sam!" Sam jumped when he heard the clapping and cheers. Sam looked down at his first kill and bile swam against his throat. Sam scooted away, turning green. One black eyed demon, wearing a blonde young girl, gave the stone wall next to her a five inch long tally mark, a grin on her face. Robert and Ruby stood before Sam, greed on their faces.

"Fantastic fight, Sammy!" Robert praised.

"Dean only gets to call me that." Sam snarled.

Robert tutted. "Girls… take Sammy to his room. If he's good for you, you can stay and play. Sam, leave the knife."