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Chapter 10

It had been almost 6 months. John refused to hunt anything but the demon. Dean was losing hope, his baby brother couldn't be seen by any psychic. Tracking spells gave a rough estimate of where Sam was…. He was anywhere in the south West states. Bobby and the others helped as much as they could. Most other hunters had given up, saying the youngest Winchester must have been killed. The people that loved the Winchesters knew that the trail had grown cold but they wouldn't give up. John hardly slept, Dean had never seen his father this frantic. Dean was slipping into what he thought must be a depression. He found no joy in what he use to. Parties, sex, and beer held none of his interest. All he wanted now was to search, search, search. Jim, and Bobby were back at their houses, but were ready to haul ass if needed. It was almost November and Dean couldn't stand watching the weather change, without his brother. Caleb stayed with them all the time now. He was the only one who would go get food, supplies, and force sleep on the Winchester men. As it turned out, they got a lead October 31st. Crested Butte, Colorado had rung out with major demonic signs late one night and the electrical storm that followed was a new record for Colorado. John saw the news story and immediately began to pack. Dean called up the hunters and Caleb fixed up their weapons. Within an hour, on November 1st, 2:30 am, the hunters were off, like bloodhounds.

October 31st

Sam guzzled down his fifth goblet of demon blood, Meg and Ruby sat on either side of him. The demons watching him hungrily. He stood and nodded. "I'm ready."

"Follow me, your majesty." Meg curtsied, he still couldn't get used to that. He followed her, having done this too many times. Morning and night, he was led down to the basement and given some rebel demon to slice into. On his arm was Ruby, she had changed her skins, now a tall, brown haired beauty. His brother would like her… what was his name again? Sam was shaken from thoughts as they entered the chamber. Tally marks covered the wall. To be exact…. 300 tally marks were gorged into the wall. Ruby and Meg stepped away, Ruby's hands trailing over his back as she did so. The door slammed closed behind him and he watched the gate lift, expectantly.

Those who stepped inside, threw him off, shock filled him. Five demons waltzed in, their eyes glistening. These demons were possessing the boys who raped him. Who defiled him. Who tore him apart. Rage filled him and he licked his lips, expectantly. Azazel's voice spoke in his mind.

"These demons were possessing those boys for days before your family showed up. They knew who you were… they did this to you. Their KING! Show them, Sam. Show them what happens to those who don't follow you."

Sam's lips curled and he lunged, an animalistic roar ripping from him. His hand came up to his head, as he tossed out his other hand. Three demons went flying and Sam stabbed one easily in the collarbone. The disgusting filth toppled and one demon stepped up.

"Come on, king. Why not let me have you again? You know you felt good." The demon shrieked as Sam squeezed the demon's essence. Sam trembled in rage, the other demons rushed at him, four to one. Sam remembered the pain, the humiliation. The hope that… someone would save him. Sam's eyes flew open, unaware that they had closed. His brother… his brother would save him again.

Sam's mouth opened up in a wail, a wave of power extended out from him in a circle. The demons bodies were vaporized, the black essences squirmed in the air and like smoke, they drew into Sam. Sam moaned at the ecstasy of power. He screamed, his hair flew around his face, his clothes snapped in a wind, exploding from him.

"Sam…" the voice behind him spoke.

Sam turned and a gasp rang out. "Yes?"

"My… what a display… are you ready to take your crown?" Azazel, once Robert, asked. Sam licked his lips, tasting blood.

"I think so." Sam grinned.

"Good. Let's get going. Love the eyes by the way… you got your daddy's eyes." Azazel winked his yellow eye at him. "Come."

His girls went to either side of him and he grabbed up their arms. "My eyes?"

Ruby smirked. "Yes, my king. They are yellow."

They left that night, taking Sam down down down… on November 2nd 1999, Sam took the throne. Sam was dressed in all black, an old fashioned suit with tails, with a black tie. His left hand had a ring on it. It was again, black, but the crystal was white, standing out against every dark corner of his palace. He could hear the shrieks from Hell's torture chambers. He could taste the fear. A part of him squirmed to run away as he was led to a large throne room. The room was grand with steeples. It almost looked like a church, a dark church. Dark grey granite, and Obsidian made up the walls and floor. The ceiling appeared to be made of woven chains, flickering fire lapping between the links. The throne was tall backed, the back and wrap around sides were wings, each feather carefully carved and beautiful. On either side of him, Meg and Ruby walked with a slow confidence, each of them in long, floor length, black silk dresses. Demons lined the walls, some sneered, some looked shocked, others were simply bowing. Azazel was holding up a crown of thorns and twisted metal, gems of red, and yellow came up to a small peak where a white crystal sat amongst the thorns. Sam was almost to the throne when he heard a voice cry out in his head. It was shouting for him. Crying out. Telling him no. Dean…. His brother's name is Dean. And Dean said no. Dean wouldn't want this! Sam stopped, standing stiffly.

"It's ok, Sammy." Azazel spoke up, assuming Sam was scared. Sam froze up more. Sammy, don't!

"Sam…" Ruby sounded hesitant, trying to draw Sam out. Sam forced his body to relax and, his mind whirling with possible escape plans, took the throne.