Hey all! Sorry it took me so long to get this one out, I'll try to work on the next one quicker, as the Winter Break is just about over, and I've been stressed out, and I was able to finaly watch season five! I'm going to try to incorporate some episodes into this but I'm not sure if I'll be able to.

Here is the next chapter in witch They have Lessons with Lucivar.

Chapter Three: Lessons With Lucivar

THEN:

When they came to, they were at the table still with the herbs and challis in front of them. Feeling the weight of something in their hands, each brother looked at the single red ruby that lay in their palms.

"Congratulations. You are now Red Jeweled Warlord Princes. You will be trained in Protocol, weapons, and business." Jaenelle came over to stand at the table where the other three males were already standing. "You might want to rest up, you still have training with Lucivar tomorrow morning. Good Job boys."

NOW:

The Brothers weren't able to sleep at all that night. Each Tossed and turned until Lucivar woke them from a doze.

"WAHH!"

"Where's the battle?"

With a bucket of water over their heads. "Come on boyos. Time to get up and face me!" Lucivar jeered at them.

"What time is it?" Sam asked, wiping the water angrily out of his eyes.

"About third hour after dawn. You're lucky, usually I would have woken you both up at dawn." They did not miss the smile that was said with this.

"What compulsion spell did you use on us yesterday?" Dean asked as he reluctantly got out of the soaking wet bed. "Did you have to use Ice COLD water?"

"Best wake up I know, plus there aren't any fountains around here for me to dunk you in." He looked at the two of them, and saw that they were getting dressed slowly. "We only used calming threads. You two looked like you were ready to shoot us when we got into your carriage."

"Oh. Will we be able to do that when you've trained us, Sensei?" Dean joked as he looked around for the rest of his cloths. "Did you happen to take our clothes?"

"No, But I think Jaenelle did, and Don't complain when she bring back your wardrobes. You could have used the upgrades that she's buying for you." Lucivar smirked at the wide eyes of the brothers.

"You are letting a Girl pick out our cloths?" Dean finally managed to get out with out screaming.

"Yes," Lucivar replied aiming a punch at Deans' head. Needless to say Dean blocked and preceded to return the blows, which Lucivar blocked, until they both heard the tail tell snick of a gun being cocked.

"Now then You are going to not hit my brother," Sam said as he pressed the gun against Lucivar's temple, "and I'm going to let you live."

Lucivar looked at the boyo that was next to him, holding the weapon that was pressed against his temple, and then at him. A strange look had entered Sam's eyes. "You've come across this kind of fight before?"

"Yes." The look didn't waver, but it did change slightly. As Lucivar remembered the same look on most of the inmates that were at Briarwood, and compared that look to the one on Sam's face.

"Well now boyo, Why don't we just stick to the training that I have prepared?" Lucivar asked carefully. Their power would be unstable for the first twenty four hours until they learned how to control it.

"Good idea. I'm not how strong we are, but I'm sure that Mentaly we're just Newborns." Dean replied, and backed away from Lucivar's loose grip. "So what did you have in mind?"

Lucivar grinned. "Trust me, It'll be worth it."

Later that day, the boys were laying on their beds of the hotel room were sore after three hours of the most grueling workout that they had ever been through.

"Why did we agree to do that?"

"You mean besides the Wake up call and the multiple threats to do what he said otherwise we'll be burned out of our minds?" Sam replied, also unsure of what happened those five some odd hours ago. "Not a clue."

Laughter from the other side of the room caught their attention. Dispite the strain on their bodies to just look in the direction; they saw Jaennelle trying o keep from laughing while looking at the two of them. "Come on, Its not so bad."

"Really? I'm guessing that you have to put up with him multiple times a week?" Dean asked.

"Before he moved into his eyrie in Ebon Ri, Yep." She replied looking at each of their shirts. "Hmm, we'll have to do something about those shirts." She said, Waving a hand towards the two trunks that suddenly appeared in the small room.

"How did- you know what, I'll ask later." Dean said as he opened the trunk and found a few shirts that fit him, along with matching pants and a few other things.

"That other one is for you, Sam." Jaennelle motioned to the other one that was besides Dean's.

Sam hesitantly opened the trunk and took out a red dress shirt and a pair of black slacks. "Why are you doing this for us?" He asked her. "Last time some one helped, it came at a terrible price."

"Everything has a price, Princeling." Jaennelle replied soberly, stilled by a distant thought. As she stilled, the room became colder than usual. The thought of warmth became something of a memory as the moments became longer and longer. "Weather or not to pay it, is up to you." She then turned and went through the door.

Then all warmth returned, and it felt stiffeling.

"What was that about, boyos?" Daemon walked into the room via the Door, Being opened, thankfully, Sam thought.

"What was what?" Dean asked as he was sorting out the contance of the trunk.

"My Queen," he replied as he litteraly glided across the room, "that stormed out of here in a cold mood." The room got cold again, and then ice started to form on the windows of the room over the sink. "What. Was. That. About?" He asked pointedly.

"I asked why she was doing this for us." Sam replied, using the most board tone he could muster. "Then the room went cold."

"I see." Daemon seemed to think on this for a while, and then started back towards the doors. "I'll see you for breakfast?" He replied as he left though the door.

"So What are we doing for food?" Dean asked, selecting a blood red silk shirt and a pair of nice black slacks. And went into the bathroom to change.

"Apparently, we're going out for breakfast. On them." Sam said as he picked out a royal blue and black out fit.

"Really?" Dean said sticking his head out of the bathroom, toothpast on his mouth. "Huh."

"Yeah."

"Did we need to keep those sticks out of the way of the help?" Dean asked as he emerged from the bathroom.

"I don't think so, Why?" Sam asked.

"Because The cops are going to have a field day with this one."

So I'm sorry that this chapter took so long and that its so short. I'm kinda in the middle of real life issues it will Take some time to sort out. Any way please review! Let me know how I failed horribly or succeeded!