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Chapter 16

Over the following six months they found and dealt with eight more demon marked kids, one of which they were forced to kill, even without the power to control people he was evil. His twin brother had been a nice guy and they had improved his circumstances a little before leaving. They only took hunts when lost for leads on the kids, keeping them from the demon was very important. And they had managed to improve the original potion thanks to Rowena being far more powerful and experienced than Jess.

Rowena had also noticed something interesting, Dean was having less full slave days as time went by. He was still obedient, tied to them as their slave, but his own magic was helping him keep his mind. While Dean was fun on those days, it was safer for all of them for Dean to have less.

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Azazel frowned in anger, he had lost several more children thanks to someone. It couldn't be the Winchester boys, could it? Meg was dead, he had felt his daughter's death but even with all Sammy's power and instinctive use of it, without someone to guide him he couldn't have killed her. It appeared there was a new player involved, one that needed to die or join their side.

John too was surprising him, the man refused to be crushed no matter what he did or showed him. He was a troublesome host, but he would not leave his body, the man was too dangerous.

Now Dean…he would make a splendid meat suite since he was now made to submit. Perhaps once he had the boys that could be used as a threat to keep Sammy in line.

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Rowena propped herself up on her arm, watching as her boys kissed and touched each other. What she had now was beyond what she had ever dared to dream of and she was so lucky. She reached out with her other hand, delicately tracing barely visible runes on Dean's skin, causing him to moan in pleasure even as Sammy nipped ay his throat. She loved watching them together, they were so in sync that it was incredible.

Sammy let his hands wander across warm skin as he kissed and teased Dean who was a moaning mess beneath him. Rowena was watching them and where it once would have utterly embarrassed him to be watched he loved it now.

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Azazel knelt on the floor and carefully drew the ritual blade across John's arm, letting his blood drip onto the appropriate spaces. He did not know if this would work but he had to have Sammy as his General, his chosen child. He no longer had a blood link to the boy, but John did. Seeing everything was right he began the chant.

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Tired of just watching Rowena crawled closer, her hands skimming down Sammy's sides as he thrust in and out of Dean's eager body. She pressed against his back pushing his hair aside to nuzzle his throat before kissing and nipping the skin.

Sammy leant against the soft body behind him, eagerly tipping his head to the side to give her what she wanted, one hand moving off Dean to reach behind and touch her.

Dean opened his eyes to see her behind Sammy and he reached up to touch Sammy, running his hands over his chest, able to feel Sammy's desire as his own. There were no shields or boundaries between them, three minds open to each other, becoming almost one being as they surrendered to the pleasure, movements becoming instinctual as magic flowed and surged around them.

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John fought wildly against the demon possessing his body, understand what the spell was meant to do. He hated magic, it was evil, yet Sammy had magic, had since he was born. But he would not let the demon take his children and use them to enslave humanity. This spell was pure evil, it would enslave Sammy without his son ever realising it, and through him anyone tied to him…like Dean.

Azazel smirked as the last words of the spell were uttered, feeling the power build and build until it struck out, seeking any who carried John's blood.

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Lost in pleasure there was no warning, no defence, as the demons spell struck, instantly latching on to Sammy and Dean. Azazel's will, and desires sank into their minds and through them Rowena's as well, the three still so joined as to be one. Three sets of eyes became blank, lifeless, even as their bodies kept moving. Then they blinked in unison even as Sammy thrust twice more into Dean's pliant body, crying out in pleasure, the other two joining him as his pleasure triggered their own. Sammy slumped to the mattress, barely avoiding landing on Dean, Rowena still against him. They lay there, catching their breath before the air shimmered with magic, cleaning and clothing them. They got up at the same time and moved to the car, Sammy getting in to drive with Rowena beside him and Dean in the back. All without a word, all driven by Azazel's command to come to him, their minds linked completely.

Sammy drove without stopping, magic taking care of their needs. Father wanted them to come home, so they would come home as fast as possible. In the seat beside him Rowena sat, her head slumped against the window, eyes closed, body resting. When Sammy's body faltered, he pulled over and got out, moving to her door to open it. Rowena opened her eyes and got out, walking past him to take the drivers seat while Sammy slumped in the passenger seat. Dean remained silent in the back, sprawled across the seat, chest rising and falling steadily, green eyes closed. When Rowena tired his eyes opened and he took the driver's seat for the first time since Jess' death. For three days they traded off driving duties, all thought consumed by the undeniable need to return to their Father. There was no sense of individual self, their bonds and actions at the time the spell hit granting them almost a hive mind.

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John wanted to scream, to beat the demon with his bare hands. Whatever that spell had been, he could feel something out there, coming closer. He could feel the demon reaching out with the command to come and he knew, it was his sons who he could feel, who were obeying the demon and coming ever closer.

Azazel had more than just a sense of their approach, he knew his spell had ensnared more than the brothers. Another powerful, old, witch…Rowena McLeod. She had been a thorn in hell's side for centuries and now she would serve them.

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The Impala stopped outside a house that would have normally had them comparing it to Rowena's, but the inside of the car remained silent as Dean turned the engine off and the other two straightened in their seats. Three doors opened in concert and they left the car, walking perfectly in sync, one in front of the other, towards the front door. Sammy was in front, then Dean with Rowena bringing up the rear. They gave no reaction to the watching demons as they walked through the house and into what had once been a library. They lined up and stopped in front of John's possessed body.

John had remained quiet since the spell, marshalling his strength. His boys looked nothing more than dolls or puppets, standing woodenly with a woman, their eyes empty, faces blank.

Azazel stared at the three, taking in Dean's collar and skimpy clothing, Rowena's flowing dress, two sharp contrasts. Sammy was dressed in simple jeans and t-shirt in comparison to his companions. "Welcome home children."

With his word's life flooded into unfilled eyes even as they smiled. "Father," Sammy answered, happy to see his Father again, Dean and Rowena echoing his greeting in unison. Their minds were still totally linked, blended together, but they now also knew who they were. He was Sammy, his Father's trusted General and heir. Rowena was his wife and Dean was their slave, they were all powerful witches and that power was Father's to use as he pleased, they would do anything to ensure his victory over the hunter scum and stupid human filth.

John barely held himself back from trying a fruitless attack on the demon as he saw his boys smiling at the demon wearing his body. He wasn't sure which was worth, the lifelessness of before, or this, seeing them happy to see a demon, to call it Father. He had to bide his time, for a moment of weakness. He'd been learning while waiting for the boys to arrive, watching how the demon used the spell. It may be the demons spell, but it had used his blood as the catalyst and he prayed he could use that himself.

"You must be tired from your journey, come, lie down by the fire and rest," Azazel offered and the three moved, still in sync, to lie together before the fireplace.

Yes, they were tired, it had been a long trip from…somewhere, it didn't matter anymore. Sammy held his wife in his arms as Dean settled against his back, acting as protection against an attacker. Their eyes slid shut as their bodies succumbed to the instruction to sleep.

Azazel smirked and walked over to touch the peaceful face of Rowena and he chuckled. "it is tempting to let you remember the truth, to let my demons use you as their plaything for all the trouble you have caused us, but perhaps this is the best use of your talents witch." He then touched Sammy's shoulder and his arms slipped from around Rowena as he stood, eyes still shut in sleep, head hanging, as he moved away from the others. Azazel reached out to touch the long hair and he chuckled. "If Dean had all his faculties, I am sure he would tease you for being a girl as John remembered him doing on occasion." He walked around the boy, happy with what he saw, Samuel was in peak physical condition.

John knew his skin would be crawling due to the attention being paid to Sam's body if he had control of his body. He focused, ignoring the demon to reach for the spell himself. It felt oily and evil, but he would free his sons!

Sam's head snapped up, eyes wide, as the command to wake up tore through their mind. On the floor Rowena and Dean jolted awake as well. Before Azazel could react, hampered by John, a spell cast from three bodies but one will wrapped around him, containing him, and John's body froze in place. They all placed a hand on his body, lips moving in sync, voices blending as they recited a very old exorcism, one they backed up with their magic.

John knew it would likely kill him, but it didn't matter, as long as the demon could no longer harm them. He felt the demon's rage as it railed against him, but he held fast, keeping it locked within himself as he fed the words to his children, he hated using them like this but there was no other way.

The three of them continued chanting, eyes locked on John's body, the only thought in their mind was the exorcism and the command to continue it for as long as it took to work. None of them saw him and recognised John, he was juts the body their hands rested on.

Azazel screamed in impotent rage, feeling the pull of the exorcism burning through him. Where had John found this? It was old and powerful and with the power of three witches behind it he wouldn't be able to hold out. He was left trying to rip the spell from John but the fact it was John's blood was working against him. He screamed and heard John scream as well, the body's head snapping back as light burst from it.

John felt his body for the first time in months even as he burned and then it all stopped, and he crumpled to the ground, vaguely hearing three other impact thuds. He lay curled on his side, unable to move, just twitching a finger was agony and he knew he was dying.

Sam, Rowena, and Dean lay on the ground, eyes half closed and vacant, with John alive the spell on them was still active but directionless with the demon gone and John in no condition to give orders.

John managed to force his eyes open only to find himself staring at Dean. Once military short blonde hair now fell to his shoulders in a mess from the fall and this close John could see the streaks of gold in his pupils and a ring of purple around the edge. The collar around his throat was something he hated to see, why had Sammy left it there? Did he enjoy the visual reminder of his brothers' position? "D…e..an," he choked out, wanting to reach out to his son but unable to move, his eyes were growing heavy and he knew he didn't have long. He gathered the last of his strength, fighting through the agony to reach out and touch his sons face. "B…e….st...ron...g…" he gasped out as he felt his strength fade, the world going black.

The room remained silent as John's breathing began to hitch and skip, heart struggling to keep going until finally it fell silent, his body stilling in death.

As life fled his body it returned to the three around him. Dean blinked and found himself staring into fixed, unseeing, brown eyes. He scrambled back weakly, and Rowena pulled him closer, seeing the sight through Dean's eyes. There was no time to worry about that as Sammy got up and gently closed his Dad's eyes. Their memories were foggy, bodies sluggish, but they knew they had to get out. Helping each other along they managed to find the way out and mechanically headed for the black car, falling into it. Only the powerful need to get away, to be safe, kept them conscious as Sammy began driving as Rowena stared at the house, their magic surging through her to ignite the building as they left. Sammy managed to drive several hours before pulling off the road and away from sight before they all slumped, unconscious. Sammy had slumped forward, head on the steering wheel, while Dean was half on, half off the back seat and Rowena was leaning against the door and window. Every now and then one of them would twitch involuntarily or a noise would slip free of slack lips as their combined magic struggled to fully purge the spell that had been cast on them now that the caster was dead and burnt.

TBC…