Title: Back to Hell (Where You Belong)
Author: Moonfairyhime
Rating: T
Disclaimer: I don't own the lovely Winchester boys.
Characters: Sam, Dean, two original Demons, and the Hell Hounds
Summary: "Are you sure he's the Boy King? I thought the Boy King would be more intimidating and not have, you know, dimples."
Feedback: Please and thank you.
Author's Notes: Thanks to the ever wonderful wildcatlizzie for her beta job and for talking me through part of this fic. The title is sort of from the lyrics of Flogging Molly's "Salty Dog" (I changed the "from" to a "to).

Sam Winchester was very confused and he didn't like being confused. Not about himself anyhow—he had given up trying to understand his brother.

Against all logic, Sam's gifts had come back. This had started off slow. Well, small meaning Sam was cold one night and manifested fire into his hand and didn't get burned. After freaking out for a full minute about what was going on (and scaring his hell hounds half to death), Sam took a deep breath and began to objectively study what was going on. After studying the flame for a while, the only conclusion Sam could come up with was that he was screwed. Sam also managed to move small objects with his telekinesis, which he discovered when Dog wanted to play with a particularly bloody arm that Sam didn't want to touch. One minute he was refusing Dog, the next minute the arm was flying through the air. Sam kept trying to figure out how to tell Dean about this, but he just wasn't sure how to phrase it. He was pretty sure that lighting his hand on fire would not be the way to do it. So Sam decided that while he was figuring out how to tell his brother about all this, it couldn't hurt to try and get control over the powers.

All the while, the hell hounds watched, pleased and ever eager to help their master.

Sam sighed as he looked out the motel window and wondered, not for the first time, what exactly Pride meant when he called Sam the Boy King; what Ruby meant when she called him the Anti-Christ. Agnes Nutter, sensing her beloved master's distress, put her head on Sam's knee and immediately demanded his attention. Sam smiled at his hell hound, scratched her ear, and then threw Dog's favorite arm for him to catch. A knock at the door caught Sam's attention. Adam, who was lying by the door, began to growl. Dog and Agnes Nutter both stood up, hackles raised.

"Enough, guys. Dean probably called and had some food delivered." Sam said as he walked towards the door.

Opening the door was the last thing Sam remembered doing for a while.

"Are you sure he's the Boy King? I thought the Boy King would be more intimidating and not have, you know, dimples."

"Hush! Our place is not to question the Great Ones. He is the Boy King, our Anti-Christ, from the Prophecy of Vassago. The hell hounds seemed quiet taken with him."

"Those mutts? They'd follow anyone with any decent demonic… power. Oh. Oh. Do you think, when he wakes up, I should apologize to him for hitting his head off the floor?"

"Couldn't hurt."

When Dean returned from the morgue, he paused outside the motel door. It was too quiet in there. Normally, he would hear Sam talking to one of the dogs or on the phone with a lead he found. Nothing. He paused and looked around before carefully unlocking the door.

The room was in the same condition as it was when Dean left with only one thing missing: Sam. Dean blinked when he realized the hell hounds were sitting in the bathroom, appearing over anxious to get out. The hell hounds appeared overjoyed to see Dean, but when Sam did not appear behind him, they immediately went back to appearing nervous and worried.

Dean got a good look at the hounds. "What's wrong, guys? Did Sam fall down a well or something? And why are you all crowded in the bathroom?"

The hell hounds seemed to converse with each other and Dean once again wondered where his little brother was. Sam always knew what was going on his hell hounds. Agnes Nutter barked once to get Dean's attention before demonstrating why they were all stuck in the bathroom. She daintily walked towards the door. When she got to the door, some invisible force not only stopped her from leaving, but threw the smallest hell hound into the bath tub. She whined softly. Dean was immediately worried about Sam.

"Guys, what was it?" Dean wasn't sure now if he was more worried about Sam or his sanity. He and the dogs didn't hate one another per se it was more like they both knew they were important in Sam's life and were trying to continually one up each other in Sam's eyes. Dean and the hell hounds sort of tolerated each other when Sam was around, but when he wasn't (which wasn't often, granted), they snipped at each other.

The dogs formed a circle and seemed to communicate with each other. They then turned to Dean and Dog barked twice.

Dean frowned. "It was two guys who took Sam?"

Dog growled.

"A demon?"

A bark of agreement.

"So two demons took Sam... and locked you in the bathroom. But why?"

Dog and Agnes Nutter shared a look and Adam looked down.

"Well, I guess the first step to getting Sam back is to get you out of there. You can track him, right?" Dean wasn't going to panic as long as the hell hounds could find his brother. He wasn't.

Dog stared at Dean.

"Right, stupid question. Okay then…" Dean paused. "Well, we'll try this first and if it doesn't work, I'll do some research. You guys can come out now."

The hell hounds, all of which had been lying against the barrier, tumbled out of the bathroom. Dean paused. "Huh. Didn't think that would really work."

Agnes Nutter sniffed at the floor, barked joyously, and then ran for the door…

Which Dean had actually closed when he came in, so the little hell hound just ran into it. Well, you can't blame her for being overeager to get her master back. After she got herself righted, she waited not so patiently for Dean to get ready and open the door. Before he opened the door, Dean paused and looked at the hell hounds. "All right, guys. Look, I want to get Sam back as much as you do, but we have to stick together on this one. When I open the door, don't go running off without me…"

Dean paused as Dog took off running, straight through both Dean and the door. "…Forgot you could do that."

Agnes Nutter looked a little sheepish before she stood up. Adam stood next to her and they both looked at Dean. Dean sighed as he opened the door. "Well, at least you two will listen to me."

Adam barked, sadly and Agnes Nutter nodded her head.

Up ahead, Dog was following the trail of the only person that mattered to him: his Sam.

Sam woke up and found himself tied up. He sighed, a little annoyed at how often this had been happening to him since he joined his brother on the road. When he lived with Jessica, he had only woken up tied up once, and well, that's a whole different story. He opened his eyes and saw two people standing in front of him. However, the term "people" is used lightly since they both had black eyes. Once they noticed Sam awake, the offered him happy, if not creepy, smiles.

"The Boy King awakens!" The demon that spoke was in a male body that had blonde hair.

"Umm... Honorable Boy King, Sir… I just wanted to apologize for hitting your head off the floor. Please accept my apology, my Liege." This was said while the demon bowed many times, brown hair bouncing.

Sam blinked. He wasn't quite sure who he was dealing with. "Who are you?"

The blonde spoke first, his voice full of reverence. "My Liege, my name is Gilt."

"And I'm Ziggerfus. However, Boy King, you may call me Ziggy." The tone of Ziggy's voice told Sam that not many people were given this dubious honor.

"What do you want with me?" Sam asked, realizing the demons had tied him up with rope.

"Boy King," Ziggy paused, "I am allowed to call you 'Boy King', right?"

Sam shrugged. "Whatever."

Ziggy turned to Gilt, "I didn't think that the Anti-Christ would use the word 'whatever'. However," Ziggy said, turning his attention back to Sam, "Lord, we do not want anything from you, per se. We merely want to bask in your glory…"

Sam absentmindedly wondered if they could "bask in his glory" without having him tied up. He also thought that sounded a little porny, but chalked that up to being around his brother too much.

"…and we want you to destroy a few cities. Bring about the true End Times!" Ziggy started to laugh manically, but soon began to cough. He looked put-out. "Dammit, I should have known better then to steal the meat suit of a smoker."

Gilt nodded in front of Sam. "My Liege, pay no mind to the imbecile. We are merely here to make sure that you understand your destiny. We aren't here to make you bring about the End Times…"

Sam decided that he kind of liked Gilt.

"…well, at least not yet."

Sam scratched that thought. He went back to concentrating on the rope that tied his wrists together. He fought off a triumphant grin as he felt the rope begin to get warm.

"However, my Liege, we are here to let you know that you have our allegiance in the upcoming battle. Many demons will not side with you for you are young and… mortal," Gilt spit the word out as if it were diseased, "However, I am here to assure you that Ziggerfus and I and many other demons will be on your side. You will reign in Hell as it was prophesied so long ago!"

Sam decided that was quite enough, thankyouverymuch. The rope around his wrists had burned all the way through and, with a simple thought, he threw the two demons into the wall. He thought about saying something about how they must be on demonic crack or some such thing, but instead, he ran out the door, mentally calling for his hell hounds, sure they would hear him.

Dean had finally managed to catch up to Dog when he suddenly stopped. Dean slammed on the breaks so fast that he apologized to the Impala. Agnes Nutter and Adam both had their heads cocked before they ran out of the car and joined Dog. The three took off running and Dean swore as he started to follow them in the Impala.

"Those damn dogs of yours better be leading me to you, Sammy or else I'm getting them fixed," Dean swore under his breath as he kept up with the hell hounds.

Dean and the hell hounds noticed Sam sitting on the side of the road at the same time, apparently waiting for them. As Dean parked the Impala, the dogs eagerly attacked their master with licks.

"Sammy?"

Sam looked up at his brother. "Hey, Dean."

"Are you okay? What happened to you?"

"I'm fine, Dean," Sam said as he scratched behind Agnes Nutter's ear, "I was kidnapped by two demons. They didn't hurt me or anything."

"How did you get free?"

"Would you believe me if I said they just let me go?" Sam looked hopeful, too hopeful.

Dean didn't even have to think about that one. "No. What happened, Sam?" Sam paused and Dean amended his question, "The truth, Sam."

Sam looked at his brother before looking at down the road. "They think I'm destined to be the Boy King of Hell, and I think they might be right and I may have used my powers to get free."

Dean paused, thought about what his little brother said, and counted to ten. He then decided that ten wasn't high enough and continued counting until he hit one hundred.

"Dean?"

"Were you ever gonna tell me those little pieces of information, Sammy?"

Dog growled at Dean's tone and Sam hushed the dog with a look. "Eventually."

Dean decided right then and there that if he ever died of a heart attack, he was so coming back and haunting Sammy.

Sam sighed. "Dean, I wanted to tell you. I really did. But how the hell was I supposed to start the conversation? 'Hey, Dean, some demonic chick told me I was the Anti-Christ. Could you pass the salt, please?' or how about 'Hey, Dean, while you're out, could you pick me up some new socks? Mine all combusted while I was practicing with my powers.'?"

"So that's why you needed new socks," Dean said, "You told me they went to the Sock Zone."

Sam didn't bother to reply to his brother.

Dean sat down next to his brother and ignored Dog as he began to growl at him. "Sam, you should have told me. I'm not mad," At Sam's look, Dean amended his statement, "Not that mad, but dammit, Sam. How am I supposed to protect you from demons carting you off 'cause they think you're the Demon Messiah? While we're at it, what kind of powers do you have? Did the visions come back?"

"Not really," Sam said, "It's different this time. I actually have control over them."

"Them? As in more than one?"

"That's generally what the term 'them' refers to, Dean." Sam sighed. "All right. You see that tree flower over there?" Dean nodded and the next second the flower went up in flames. Sam blinked and the fire went out. One very crispy daisy was all that was left from Sam's display of power. Dean opened his mouth, but Sam held up a finger. The daisy was uprooted and thrown in the air.

"And that's all?" Dean said.

"All? Dean, I can light things on fire and move things—all with the power of my mind. Not to mention I can control three hell hounds." Agnes Nutter whined at Sam's tone and he absently petted her. Dog and Adam were carefully watching Dean and Dean had the impression that if he screwed up this conversation, he wasn't going to live long enough to apologize.

"Sammy, it's just like when you got the visions; when you got these mutts." Dog growled, but Dean ignored him. "We'll adapt. We're Winchesters, it's what we do. At least you have control over these powers—we can use them and you won't get hurt."

Sam was about to say something when someone else interrupted him.

"Oh, isn't this touching?"

Sam, Dean, and the hell hounds turned and saw Ziggy and Gilt walking down the road.

"My Liege, you really shouldn't be near that mortal or those three mutts," Gilt said, making a tsk'ing sound when he noticed who Sam was sitting with.

Adam and Dog both leapt up and ran towards Ziggy. Ziggy frowned at them, before throwing them through the air with a wave of his hand. "Not today, you mutts. Our business is with our king."

Adam and Dog ended up on the road, neither moving.

"Adam! Dog!" Sam turned to the two demons, fire dancing around his finger tips. Agnes Nutter howled, long and soulful. Dean felt the hair on the back of his neck raise and wished he had thought to grab a gun out of the car. "You claim to be my demons—you have pledged your loyalty to me and yet you come and hurt others who are loyal to me?"

Gilt smiled, watching as the power Sam contained fluttered around him. "My Lord, to be the true Demon Messiah, you must let go of these… earthly possessions. Yes, these hell hounds are certainly demonic, but we have more powerful hell hounds in Hell. You can command the fiercest dogs ever."

"I do not want other hell hounds, I want mine. If you truly want to be my minions, you will go back to Hell and leave me alone!"

Dean was watching Gilt's reaction and he seemed to be enjoying how riled up Sam was, as if he was feeding off the power… Or testing how strong Sam truly was. Dean spared a glance at his brother and saw the power that was coming from his little brother in waves. "Sammy, dude, calm down. If these guys don't go back to Hell, we'll just exorcise their asses."

Dean's comment, along with Dog and Adam limping back to Sam's side, seemed to calm Sam down. Sam looked at Dean and he looked so tired. "I don't want minions. I don't want to be the Boy King of Hell. I just want to hunt with you and my dogs."

"You don't have that choice," Ziggy said, "You have been born for this role!"

"Yeah?" Dean said, stepping in front of his brother. "And I was born to send your ass back to Hell. Leave my brother alone."

Gilt looked at Dean, but Sam said one word that stopped him. "Don't."

Gilt bowed. "Of course, my Liege. But…"

Sam looked up at Gilt. "If you really want to serve me then you'll do my bidding and you'll tell the others this as well. Go back to Hell. Stay there. If I need you, I'll call. But only then. Just… stay there." Sam looked at Dean. "Can we go back to the hotel room?"

"Sure, Sammy. Get in the car." Dean said watching as his brother and his brother's hell hounds got into the Impala. He then turned to Gilt and Ziggy. "You better heed my brother's words 'cause if I see your asses anywhere near him, his dogs, or me, I will send your asses back to hell. Got it?"

Gilt and Ziggy tried to get one last look at Sam, but Dean stepped in front of them. Gilt nodded. "Tell your brother that we will eagerly await his next orders. Until then."

Dean waited until both Gilt and Ziggy were gone before he called 911 to get someone to pick up the two bodies that Gilt and Ziggy had possessed. He thought of the many things he could say to his brother as he sat down in the Impala—'Really, Sam. First hell hounds, now demons? What's next, a dragon?'—but then Dog growled at him and Dean decided that living another day sounded rather peachy. "Ready to go back to the hotel, Sammy?"

"Yeah… And, Dean, I'm sorry for not telling you…"

"Don't worry about it, Sammy. But seriously? Next time your little cult decides to kidnap you, can you have the decency to leave a note? Just a simple 'Off to become Anti-Christ. Will bring back lunch' will do."

"Oh, ha ha, Dean."

Gilt and Ziggy walked into another room, filled with demons. They all looked eagerly towards Gilt and Ziggy. Gilt spoke first. "He's not ready yet. He may never be ready. However, we will not abandon him! We will train diligently for the day that our Boy King is ready for us! We shall never let our attentions waver from our goal!"

A voice from the back popped up. "Hey! Satan's having a barbeque in the lower levels, let's go!"

As the room trickled out, mumbling excitedly to each other, Gilt decided they could prepare the troops some other day. This preparation would, in all probability, take place in a millennium because when Satan threw a party, he threw a party.