Here we go everyone! it's starting to heat up now! This is the last chapter until further notice!
Ch.3
It was late at night , Dean was sleeping in his and Sam's room. He was awoken by a noise. It sounded like chains being dragged down the hall. It sounded like they had passed on their way to the throne room. Dean remembered what Gabriel said about rebels but he was sure that it was never told to his master whether or not the rebels had been active. In fear that Sam may be hurting innocents again, Dean got up and threw on his robe. It was a sheer thing. He had learned early on that Sam preferred when he wore barely anything.
He quickly made his way to the throne room. He could hear screams coming from inside. He threw the doors open and yelled, "STOP!" The demon behind the prisoner dropped the whip. The prisoner was on his knees with a burlap sack thrown over his head.
"Master, if I may ask, what has this prisoner down to deserve this punishment?" Dean asked while walking towards the dais.
"He has committed acts against the crown." Sam said simply. Dean nodded and took his throne to watch, smiling as he settled into it. "Thank you for understanding, Pet." Sam goes to run his fingers through Dean's hair but Dean grabs his hand "pet?" Sam questions as Dean brings hand to his lips and whispers, "I love you" before kissing the middle of Sam's palm "My King." Sam smiles. They sat and watched as the demon continued to torture the prisoner, Dean enjoying the hand in his hair, nuzzling into it slightly with a small smile.
"Take it off," Sam instructed the demon. It took the sack off of the prisoner but he kept his head to the floor, refusing to show his face. " Look at me." Sam commanded the man in front of him. The prisoner still left his head down. " LOOK AT ME!" Sam yelled to no avail. Sam nodded to the demon and it grabs the prisoner's hair and yanks his head up.
Dean gasps as he realizes exactly who is kneeling before him, Sam chuckles darkly. It was their father. Then Dean's face contorted into a glare as John tried to talk to him, convince him to let John go. "Boy, is that you? Dean, You have to let me go. Please! Your brother is insane. Whatever this is, we need to stop it." Sam's hand had stopped petting Dean's hair a while ago.
" No." Dean answered simply. Waiting for his master to start stroking his hair again.
" What do you mean 'no'? I'm your father, boy!" John yelled
"I said no. What I mean is no. You may be my father, but I don't have to help you." Dean said, refusing to raise his voice. Sam then began to pet Dean again and he sighed in content. John's face contorted in disgust as he watched.
"That is your brother you sick piece of shit!" John claimed as if either of them didn't already know that.
"He is my master! And you will respect him as your king! We may be brothers but I love him, and what's wrong with that? The angels don't seem to have any issues with it. So why do you? It's because Master can finally take you down? You know we could have been happy like now much sooner. But you made him leave me." Dean spat at their father as he got up and took a knife from the table the demon had set up, waving him away. Dean stalked towards John, "Now, you're gonna pay for all that time you kept me from my master." Dean digs the blade into the already marred flesh of his back carving "Sammy" into the already bloodied flesh.
"You paraded around pretending to be a saint. Like you were doing the work of god. Like you were an angel!" Dean wedged the blade underneath the older Man's shoulder blade and traced along it leaving a deep gash then repeated the action on the other side. "Feel what it's like to lose your wings, Dad. " Dean's voice was low and calm a thousand times more terrifying than if he were yelling.
Dean then dropped the knife and walked up to the dais. He took the steps one by one and stood in front of the King, Sam pulled him into his lap. John tried to look away as he realized what was about to happen but Sam snapped his fingers making him unable to close his eyes and the demon stepped forward wrenching Johns head up, forcing him to watch. John stared on in horror as his youngest son kissed his little soldier, deeply. The boy was enjoying it, much to John's horror. Their mouths parted slightly allowing John to see as their tongues played against each others. Their lips reconnecting moments later.
Dean let out a soft moan, muffled slightly by the younger boy's lips, as he felt Sam's hand run from his jaw and down his chest parting the bloodied robe Dean had been wearing. His long fingers stopped to gently tweak a nipple before moving on and pushing the robe off of Dean's shoulder. Sam smirked as he trailed his fingers further down and over Dean's defined abs and into the small lace shorts his pet had taken to wearing. Dean gasped as his master's fingers wrapped around his hard length, their mouths breaking apart. Dean buried his head in his brother's neck, biting his lip to try and keep his moans down. Sam made eye contact with their father and smirked at the disgusted, horrified look on his face. He stroked Dean's length harder and faster until Dean tensed and came, a whimper and a "master" on his lips.
Sam continued to hold him while Dean was blissed out. When the orgasmic haze finally lifted, Dean stood back up and grabbed his knife again. He made a few more choice cuts before looking up to Sam. When the King nodded, his face broke into a grin. He stalked to the front of John and held up the bloodied knife. John didn't understand what was happening until it was too late, Dean's grip on the handle changed and before John could say or do anything, Dean slit his throat.
"You were so beautiful, Queen." Sam purred as Dean returned to his lap. "You did so well. Did you enjoy it?" Sam asked gently. At Dean's hesitant nod, he chuckled. "Would you like it even if it wasn't dad?" Dean took a moment to think about it before nodding again. "Then I will allow you to torture any prisoners whenever you want."
Dean pulled away slightly, looking into Sam's eyes. "Really, Master?" This time, it was Sam's turn to nod. "Thank you so much, Master!" Dean gushed. Sam stroked his cheek before holding his chin and placing a sweet kiss to his lips. "I love you, Master." Dean said when they broke apart.
"I love you too, Pet. Why don't we go back to our room." At Dean's enthusiastic nod, Sam picked him up bridal style and carried him to their private chambers.
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