14

MUFFINS

"You're going to let him hunt monsters?" Jo asked as she and Dean lay in bed. He remained on his back, looking at the ceiling.

"Yep."

"Why?"

"Because. Being the King of Hell doesn't change the fact that vampires, ghosts, and all other things from purgatory should be hunted. My dad's good at it, so why not let him gank a few? Plus, it's less hassle for me to deal with."

"Hassle?"

"Sweetheart, stop asking so many questions. Discussion's over," Dean replied in a snipped tone. Jo raised her eyebrows in irritation, and scoffed at him. Rolling onto his side, he looked into her chocolate orbs.

"First off, don't sweetheart me. And secondly, Queen, I can ask whatever questions I want," she countered. Propping himself up on his elbow, he narrowed his eyes at her.

"Do not mistake me giving John a reasonable job for mushy kindness Jo. Remember, I'm still the King of Hell. I am in charge of you, and there's nothing you can do about it. I saved you. I did you a favor, and you repay me by smarting off each chance you get? I can understand a little resistance with a lifestyle change, really, I can. That doesn't mean you can't give it a rest every now and then. I gave you a job today, kept you entertained, and give you an opportunity to remain off the rack. Really, you're living a life of luxury down here compared to those sorry bastards being tortured twenty-four seven." Jo froze at his words, and stayed silent out of fear. "I've been more than accommodating. I've given you all the necessities and much more. I've been a decent guy, trying to show my human side to you. But remember something honey, you signed on for both halves of me. Do not forget that," Dean finally ended his rant with a serious, pointed stare.

"I'm sorry," she whispered, and honestly hadn't meant to upset him. His moods sometimes seemed unpredictable. He wasn't as stable as he used to be, and Jo knew that. Dean saw the fear in her eyes and sighed. Reaching his hand out to her, he rested it against her cheek.

"I'm not trying to scare you Jo. I just want you to understand," he explained, but she could tell he was having a hard time composing himself.

"I'm…I'm not scared," her faltering voice betrayed her. She blinked a few times, avoiding his eyes. "I'm just trying to get used to this. Having something to do today helped, but what about the rest of the time? What am I supposed to do with my time? I don't know what you want me to do," she admitted, finally looking into his normal green eyes. He sighed, and looked up at the ceiling.

"I have plans Jo. Just, for now, hang tight," he said, and she could hear the pleading tone in his voice. Nodding, she leaned in to kiss him. It was a slow kiss, and Jo put as much passion as she could into it. Even though the new Devil put on a tough show, she knew that deep down his human side was having difficulty processing the relationship with his father. On the other hand, he was also really on edge and unpredictable. He confirmed this by deepening the kiss and sliding his hand up her smooth thigh. Further and further he ventured, until he felt the silky lace of her underwear. He slowly pulled up her nightgown, and then carefully removed her underwear until she was left naked beneath him. Smirking down at her, his eyes flashed red. The first time they'd had sex, Jo was extremely nervous, but surprised when it hadn't lasted long. She assumed it was just to validate her position as Queen, and Dean had tried to be as gentle as possible. Now, with his eyes blazing red and an aroused expression on his face, she knew it was going to be more emotional and mean a little more.

Dean made her nervous up on Earth, and down in Hell the feeling intensified. He continued to stare down at her, and she became self conscious of her body. Moving her hands to cover her exposed breasts, he quickly pinned them to her sides against the soft mattress. "Don't. You're beautiful," he said in a soft whisper. Dean Winchester, the Devil, was boring into her very soul with those endless, red eyes. She used to be scared of them, but she was slowly becoming accustomed to them. Whenever his eyes changed to the blood-red color, Jo knew he was either very angry, or very aroused. In this case, she knew he was aroused, and it somehow turned her on even further. He quickly undressed himself, and without wasting any time started kissing every inch of her exposed skin.

The feeling of his lips on her was unlike anything she'd ever imagined sex with Dean would have been like. With a smile on her face, she watched as the man she was becoming to love ravished her. Hours later, she lay in his embrace on their over-sized bed. His fingers ran down the expanse of her bare back, and his warmth comforted her. "That was amazing," she whispered with a tired voice.

"It was," he agreed with a smirk. "I wish we would have done that back upstairs. Wrong timing I guess," he contemplated.

"Apparently. Doesn't matter much now that we're here, huh?"

"Jo," he said, and his hand ceased its movements. She sat up a little bit to meet his green eyes. "I was serious when I said I was going to make things right. It's not gonna be sunshine and rainbows, but I'm not gonna rule this place like Lucifer did. Sending John up to hunt monsters proves that."

"I know Dean, I know," she agreed and placed her hand on his cheek. "I never doubted you, and I'm glad you're sending you father up to hunt. He's good at it, and it will save people. Innocent people that don't deserve to die," she added. Dean's thoughts briefly drifted to Roy who was currently still in the special torture room for Dean's amusement.

"For what it's worth, I'm glad I chose you. I wouldn't want anyone else by my side," Dean said, giving her one last kiss before they drifted off to sleep.


The next morning, Dean woke to find Jeannie knocking on the bedroom door. Looking down to make sure Jo was covered, he instructed her to come in. Jo being a relatively heavy sleeper, she just readjusted herself and continued to sleep. "Harvey is here for you, Sir," Jeannie's mouse-like voice said.

"I'll be right out," Dean answered, and watched as Jo's maid shut the door. He'd made it a new rule that Jeannie would be the one to deliver messages if he and Jo were still in bed. He hadn't wanted anyone like Arirca or Harvey to see anything they weren't supposed to. Minutes later Dean appeared in the Great Hall dressed in his usual jeans and t-shirt.

"Good morning," Harvey greeted with a smirk. Dean's sex hair was pretty obvious, and he hadn't bothered to fix it. Dean grunted in response and fixed himself a drink. A lowly demon was setting up food on the table, and Dean watched as Jeannie took an inventory of the wine meant for Jo.

"We've a few things to discuss. Your brother and Kevin have been successfully been thrown off, and are currently investigating omens in Connecticut. However, your father is another matter. What will be his job? I've a few suggestions if you'd like," Harvey explained. He was in an exceptionally bright mood, and Dean wasn't fully awake for his energy yet.

"I have plans for my father. John will resume hunting on Earth. Except he'll be a demon," Dean answered, popping part of a muffin into his mouth. Harvey's eyebrows shot up in surprise, but he smiled in response.

"As you wish, my King. Excellent idea for your plans to renovate Hell," the assistant admired.

"I'll have him start today, and give him some instructions. I want him kept at opposite ends from Sam and Kevin. Sam can't know anything about John, myself, or Jo. If he does, he'll try something stupid like killing himself or making a deal with Death," Dean contemplated out loud.

"Shall I get John for you?"

"No need," Dean's father's voice interrupted from the entrance. John strode forward and sat next to Dean. A servant brought a glass of amber liquid for him, but John shook his head.

"You're eager," Dean mused, eating more of the muffin in his hands.

"We made a deal," John countered with a wary voice.

"That we did," Dean agreed. "I want all those bastards dead and sent back to purgatory."

"So anything except demons?"

"Well, after I took charge, I killed a lot of them off. The ones that are left upstairs serve a purpose, and will stay out of your way," Dean assured and snapped his fingers.

John's very being shook as his insides felt altered. Opening his eyes, his body felt stronger, and more invincible. A burning sensation was felt on the back on his hand. Looking down, he saw a symbol had been branded into his skin. It resembled an ancient symbol from one of Bobby's books, but John knew it represented Dean's Hell.

"You're ready for instructions," Dean smirked and finished his muffin.


A/N: So we've moved further into the plot, with John going topside to hunt monsters. Sam & Kevin will still be in the picture as well, but more slowly developing. They're not quite as important as what's going to happen with Jo.