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Crowley stood in the distance, a safe enough distance away from the fight that was sure to go down. It had been too much temptation, knowing Sam was weakened and at the point of no return, for those opposed to him to pass up the chance to strike. Crowley had employed some of the best and brightest to keep an eye on Sam and the Immortals; it was sad that those best and brightest were now expendable – but those were the breaks. He would not fail his Master now. Unfortunately for their side they underestimated the power of Immortals. The demons overlooked the bonds between siblings and the bond, though tenuous and breaking, between Dean and Sam…and it was their downfall.

Dean fought with the rage of millenniums coursing through him! He had remembered who he was. He had remembered what he had done. Most of all he remembered Sammy, his lover and best friend. The creature he was going to go to Hell with and devote the rest of his life to. He had forgiven Sam, he understood the need for vengeance and he also understood how difficult it was for Sam to manifest his powers and not have someone to guide him. He used that to fight, letting his excess energy flow into his sister.

"Let's make this fun," his sister said with a smirk.

"Your ass is going down," he replied after reading her mind!

The competition was on to see which Immortal could kill the most demons. Their sibling bond was strong and complete and only one creature could stand before them – and he was next on their list.

Killing demons was as simple for Immortals as a human stepping on a bug. When the Immortal made a kill the atoms of the demon dispersed into the cosmos, never being able to rejoin. The demon never returned to Hell or to any state considered "living" – it was a beautiful sight for Miriam to see the atoms float away. Long ago, when Nicholas had attempted to murder her, she had seen herself fall into atoms and had felt the weightlessness consume her. However he was deluded in his belief that he was stronger. He had been consumed by jealously that she still had a closer bond to Dean then he did and in her favor he had made a mistake. The blade he sliced her head off with was not the proper blade, the One that killed Immortals, it was one fashioned by an angel friend of hers who had long forsaken his family to live among the mortals as a Trickster god. It hurt and dispersed her nonetheless but she wasn't dead. The only thing that hurt her was the fact that she would not be able to get back to Dean for a very long time – but he would be alright. He would, and did, avenge her "death" and had lived his life as he saw fit. As for the blade, well she was in possession of the real One and either she or her brother would use it to end Nicholas forever.

The battle was over too quickly for Dean's liking. The horde of demons were no match for them, however some demons he kept as prisoners – for the moment, he would dispatch them quickly once he figured out which one was going to "get away" to send a message to their Master not to fuck with Immortals or Sammy, and which one was strong enough to continue to follow Sam and therefore leading them to him. Dean wanted to send a message to Hell, to all those opposed to Sam assuming his rightful throne so he chose one pompous, oily looking demon to be his messenger boy.

"You return and you tell anyone who still remains against Sam that their time is coming. You are witness to how easy I can destroy you. Go, run with your tail tucked and tell your Master that I am coming and Sam will be with me and together we will rule Hell the way we see fit!"

Crowley fled back to Hell leaving Dean and Miriam smirking at how easy it all was.

"When you do join Sam in Hell brother you will be majestic," she said as she took his hand and kissed it. "You were created to be a King and someday you will be."

"Sam is King Miriam, I will be his right hand man."

"You will be his eternal lover brother. He will depend on you and you on him." She looked at her brother sadly. He would no longer need her.

"And I will still need my big sister guiding me. You've returned and I am not letting you go again."

The mood in Dean was different. It wasn't a simple statement or jest on her brother's part, she actually felt him reaching out to bind her to him…and by extension to Sam.

"Dean?"

"I have my family back Miriam. We get Sam, kill Nicholas, and then we join Sammy as the rightful ruler to Hell."

"Dean, it's not that easy." She could feel him trying to probe her mind and she shut him out. The look on his face was one of confusion.

"Not now brother. We have to find Sam. I promise in time you'll understand."

Dean did not like the sadness he saw on her face.

"You know Nicholas is going to use Sam to kill you."

"I know," he said thickly. He felt his and Sam's bond break completely, hell he didn't know how he was going to locate Sam. He could probably find Nicholas easy enough but his Sammy was gone to him – for now.

They could hear sirens in the distance. Their fight with the demons had demolished at least 10 city blocks, thankfully it was mostly abandoned warehouses.

"Can an anti-Christ kill an Immortal?" He knew the answer was no but Miriam didn't seem to be as assured of that fact as he.

"Sam being the anti-Christ has nothing to do with him being able to kill you. The only thing that can do that is the One or having your heart broken. If Nicholas breaks your bond to Sam, commands him in all things it is going to break your heart Dean and you will be weak. That is how Sam can kill you…by not recognizing or loving you anymore."

"Then we have to get to Sam before the bond breaks."

"Agreed. Any idea on how to find him?"

"Follow the second demon I 'accidentally' let get away. He was commanded to find Sam, to follow Sam, he's not going to go back to his Master empty handed. We follow him, we find Sam. Our bond is weakening, I can't even feel him anymore," Dean said in anguish!

"We will fix this," she said as she squeezed his hand. "You will have Sam back."

With those words they vanished from the scene of devastation. The local authorities would claim a gas leak had exploded a 10 block section of town. Several hundred mortals were killed, they didn't realize that they were just meatsuits.

Nicholas had Sam on his knees, leash around his neck, chain attached to Nicholas' pant-loop. Sam had become so obedient, so easily. A few rough fucks in which the anti-Christ begged to be taken rougher, a few sessions on the rack with a whip and the boy was putty in his hands. He knew Dean was closing in on them, and let him come! What Nicholas didn't know was that Sam had formed a plan on his own.

If the Immortal thought he was stronger than the fucking anti-Christ then he was gravely mistaken. The bond with Dean was weakened but not broken. Sam himself was keeping it hidden from Nicholas, and by default Dean – but he knew Dean would find him. His powers were stronger, stronger then they had ever been and Sam had to wonder if he wasn't somehow siphoning off the Immortal's power to strengthen his own? But for now he had to act the part of obedient fuck-toy.

Sam's body was feeling no pain, the rough fucking, and the whip did bodily damage but Sam felt nothing. He fell into the submissive role easily enough because he knew it would save Dean. Knew that Dean would look at him, see that the bond was still there, and if he was lucky then Dean would forgive him and together they would take out the Immortal that had caused so much pain to his lover. Masking his power, was taking a lot of energy from Sam but he had to endure – for Dean. He loved only Dean and it was so deep that nothing, no one, could ever come between them. They were destined for each other, made for each other and when the time came they would rule with each other for eternity! His thoughts were interrupted by Nicholas pulling on the leash, making him crawl on hands and knees to position himself between his legs.

"Time to eat pet," the Immortal said without a single care in his voice.

Sam fell into his role, taking Nicholas in his mouth. He only had to endure for a little while longer. If he wanted he could kill Nicholas himself but then he needed to give Dean that honor, that satisfaction, and hope that he gained forgiveness from his lover.

He felt Dean nearing, knowing that Nicholas felt him as well. The time had come for Sam to act his greatest role to date – the controlled slave. Whatever Nicholas did to him in front of Dean he had to endure it until the time was right for them to combine and unleash their powers. He would have to let Dean know in advance that he was acting, but how? Then he realized how he could – he could communicate with Miriam. Somehow he felt more connected to Dean's sister than ever before. Nicholas wouldn't pick up on him communicating with Miriam, he wouldn't expect it since he didn't even know Sam was playing him. Everything would require precise timing but he could do it. He had to do it!

TBC