CallMeAnonymous9: Do you know that you completely blew me away with that last review? You always do that. I'm constantly amazed by your ability to see into stories and the emotion behind them, which I think is incredible, and I'm glad that you share it with me.

Anyway, I just wanted to say thanks. You seriously astound me.

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Summary: Being the ruler of Hell has its downsides.

King of Hell. Boy, was Crowley surprised when it happened. Well, he wasn't the only one.

Dean stared up at the ceiling, one leg thrown over the arm of his throne, absently twirling the First Blade with one hand. He let out a huge breath. "I'm bored. I'm so bored. Do you know how bored I am? Really bored. Really, really-" he cut himself off, tilting his head slightly. There was a faint whispering, just at the edge of hearing. His brow furrowed slightly before clearing. He turned to grin at the demons that had been watching him, some warily, some with a pained expression on their faces. "Well, it looks like I'm being summoned, guys. Catch you later. Or, you know, not."

He disappeared.

He reappeared in a Devil's Trap. But he didn't mind.

He stretched, arching his back before relaxing and letting out a sigh. "Man, it's good to be out. You have no idea how boring it was down there. I mean, I was thinking about taking out the board games. Card games were out of the question. Those demons are just poor losers. Sulk, sulk, sulk, that's all they do. Worse than teenagers, I swear. And the angels are dicks. Except for you, Cas," he added. "You're cool."

Sam, Crowley and Castiel stared at him.

"What? I can't let loose with a little rant now and then? Well, forget you, too." Dean crossed his arms over his chest.

When Sam had asked (threatened) Crowley for something to summon the King of Hell (aka, Demon Dean), he'd expected many things. Just not . . . this.

"Dean?" Sam asked cautiously.

"Sammy," Dean drawled. "Is this where you ask how I feel right now? If I'm experiencing any anger issues? Whether or not I feel a deep-seated need to go on a murder spree? The answer is no, but I'd really like a beer right about now." Not that he'd drink it. It wasn't like demons needed to eat or drink anything.

Man, he would really miss those TLBs.

Next up: Not every killer wants to kill, and not every demon wants to be damned.

Weird Randomness!

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Dean woke up as the King of Hell.

Really. King. Of. Hell. Seriously, who does that?

"Who's got two thumbs, a crown made of poison ivy and a throne of hellfire and brimstone? That's right. This guy!"

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"I Knight thee Sir Dean of Hell."

"What? Are you kiddin'? No way, man. I'm not gonna be no lousy knight. I'm gonna be king!"

"Oh, my God, it's a usurpation! Wait, is that the right word? Whatever. Aaaagh!"

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"Oh, my God!"

"No, kinda the opposite, actually."

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"It's good to be King."

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Total. Facepalm. Or is that faceclaw?

Whatever . . .

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