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Previously on Boy King:
Why is Sam being so difficult? He used to listen to me. I guess the demons are influencing him, now. Or is it his demonic powers talking?
"Get. Out." Sam growled. "If I ever see you again, I will treat you like every other monster I come across."
Dean was shocked. "Sam-"
"GO!" Sam yelled. With a snap of his fingers, Dean was teleported to the road outside the asylum.
Then:
Sam picked up the table and threw it across the room where it crashed into the weapons cabinet. Dante popped in a second later. He knelt on the ground, his head lowered.
"My liege." Dante stood up and clasped his hands behind his back. "I am at your service. What do you need?"
Sam was breathing heavy, adrenaline pumping through his veins. "I need a case, a hunt. I need to hit something. Now."
Dante looked concerned. "Sir, you haven't rested any since your last hunt. With everything that's going on, a hunt is not the best thing for-"
"And what would you know about the best for me, Dante? Huh? You're just a demon, and sooner or later you'll betray me just like everybody else."
Sam flopped into his chair and put his head in his hands. He was fully prepared to have a knife stabbed in his back or for Dante to call all the demons in to see how weak their leader was, but none of that happened. Instead, Dante placed a hand on Sam's shoulder.
"Sam." Dante's voice was soft. "My allegiance lies with you; I will not ever betray you. You may not feel like it now, but you are the strongest man I know. I believe you're lashing out because of what happened with your brother." Sam tensed. "I thought so. In that case, what would you have me do?" Dante's voice was back to its usual professionalism. "It's clear you're not locking your brother back up in one of the cells, so do you want to place a bounty on his head? Give the order to kill him?"
Sam sat up and shook his head. "No, I don't want him dead. He's my brother."
Dante pursed his lips. "Well, if you don't want to kill him I would recommend at least having a demon trail him to make sure he doesn't tell anyone about you. The last thing we need right now is a pack of hunters prowling around here."
Sam rubbed the back of his neck as he thought about Dante's idea. Have a demon trail Dean? It couldn't be just any demon; they're prone to taking things too far or slipping up and getting caught. It would have to be someone he trusted, but there weren't any demons Sam trusted except...
"Dante, I want you to trail Dean."
Dante's eyebrows rose in shock. "M-me, sir?"
Sam stood up and smiled. "Yes, Dante. You. There's no other demon I would trust with this mission." Sam's smile disappeared, and his voice became more menacing. "But do NOT engage. You are there to watch, not to help out on tricky hunts. Dean's capable of getting out of just about any situation, and I don't want him catching onto the fact that he's being watched."
Dante schooled his features. "You can count on me, sir. I'll leave immediately after I find a new meatsuit. Your brother has already seen me once, and I wouldn't want him to recognize me."
Sam shooed Dante away. "Get on it, then! The longer you wait the harder it'll be to find Dean."
After Dante left the main hall, Sam called Casey to his side.
"Yes, sir?" Casey glanced at the broken table Sam had thrown across the room earlier.
Sam used his height to look that much more intimidating. "I want to know everything you can find out about the resistance. Why it formed, who's a member, where it's based at, everything. I want a full report by morning."
Casey gave a low bow. "I'll get started right away, Sa- sir."
With that, Casey popped out of the room.
Sam rubbed his hands over his face. Ugh, he was worn out. Dante was right, he needed to rest. Sam teleported back to his room and started to get ready for bed. Change clothes. Check. Brush teeth. Check. Lay a precautionary salt line in front of his door. Check.
His nightly routine done, Sam finally laid down on his bed. Just as he was about to drift off into the sweet nothingness of sleep, Sam realized today was the first day Dante had called him 'Sam' since he took over hell.
Now:
Dante was shocked. He had never imagined this happening. Dean had been taken hostage by two Pagan Gods and was currently being interrogated. They had already taken one of his fingernails, and Dean was not looking too good. Dante wondered if he should try to intervene, but this was above him. He couldn't fight off two Gods! And even if he wanted to, his superior had told him not to engage.
Dante watched as the man walked up to Dean with pliers in his hand, and he knew he had to stop it. He ran up to the front door and rang the doorbell.
The woman answered the door. "Hello?" Her face immediately lost its cheer. "What do you want, demon?" She sneered.
Dante shifted his feet, very uncomfortable. He didn't expect to be recognized. "My dear Goddess, I was curious as to what you want from the human inside. I didn't see it all, but that was quite the interrogation you had going on. Ripping off his nail? You must want something very badly." Dante couldn't see the man or Dean from the front door, so he didn't know what was going on.
The woman smiled, and her voice was light. "Well fudge, we aren't interrogating that hunter. We are getting ready to eat him. Taking a nail and tooth are just a part of the ritual, and we are just sticklers for ritual. Now run along before you get hurt."
The door shut in Dante's face. Shit. Dean was getting eaten?! Dante didn't know the hunter very well, but he was sure there was no way he'd get out of this one. Dante ran back to the kitchen window and peered inside. How much time did he have left to come up with a plan?
The kitchen was empty. If Dante had to guess, Dean was moved into the basement while the woman answered the front door. Time had run out for Dean Winchester.