Ask Me Again Tomorrow

AN: I don't own it or make money from it. These are just my own demented thoughts escaping onto the page.

Being the brother slash consort to the future king of hell had its perks. Fresh homemade apple and cherry pie being the top of Dean's list. Sure he had demon watch dogs following his every move but the food was great. Eating his fourth slice, he smiled around his mouthful at his current watch dog. "Guess you're moving up in the world if they've got you watching my ass."

A flicker of human blue to demon black and back was the only response. Dean chuckled under his breath. He knew they hated watching him, catering to his every whim. Leaning back into the couch he continued with his spoiled, kept, couch potato lover act and bided his time.

Time that was almost up. Standing, he stretched to his full length and walked out of the room. The demon followed behind him as he strolled down the hallway to a closed and guarded door. "I want to see Sam."

Without hesitation the door was opened. Sam sat behind his large CEO of hell desk going over a mound of paperwork. Dean shook his head, even with the hordes of hell ready to do his dirty work; Sam managed to be a total geek. "Spare a moment in your research for me?" Sam's first glance upward was blank. Dean's chest still went cold when he saw this look on Sam's face, there was an emptiness in his eyes. It was worse than the demon black.

Forcing his biggest smile, Dean continued toward the desk. He watched as Sam reprocessed his feelings toward Dean. It was like he had amnesia of the heart and had to relearn each time Dean entered his sight. He needed to relearn to love him, his own brother. But the demon blood darkened it all; love to possession and lust. Dean could work with that.

Dean leaned a hip on the desk next to Sam's ergonomic chair. "So? Can you spare some time?" Sam's hand traced the seam of Dean's jeans from the knee upward. His eyes followed its movement and then continued to Dean's face.

"I am just a little busy. Tomorrow is a big day for me. A big day for us."

"So you will have room for me in your new order? Not just using me for my charm, good looks, and body?" Dean pushed off the desk to straddle Sam's legs, hands bracketing his head, pushing his chair back so that he could look down into his brown eyes. He searched them, hoping to see his real brother in them but he only found the king of hell staring back. The very horny king of hell.

"Are you worried that I will leave you?"

"You have before."

Dean felt Sam's power surge. It forced him backwards and across the room. By the time he steadied himself, Sam was dragging him by the hand and toward their bedroom. "I guess you need reminding. I won't leave you." Sam stopped at the doorway and looked over his shoulder at Dean. It was a cold stare that caused Dean's body to shiver. "And I won't let you go either."

"I'm not going anywhere Sam. It's only you and me." A quick tug had him falling on the bed, his brother covering him.

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After an hour of Sam's devout attention, Dean was left alone in the large bed. Paper work called. Closing his eyes, he counted off the seconds it would take Sam to return to his office. At this point he had about fifteen minutes before the guard demon came. He had made a point of being pissy after Sam left in the past. Claimed to need some alone time to savor his post, fucked into the mattress bliss. Sam had smiled at that and granted him the time.

Dean pulled on his jeans and headed for the bathroom. The window was small but serviceable. Climbing up the roof he followed the gutters to the side of the house. With a deep breath and a actual prayer to anyone who would listen (Cas, I hope I don't fuck this up) he slid over the edge and down the runoff pipe.

Landing next to the kitchen, Dean entered the back of the house. He eased himself through the kitchen until he was next to the cellar door. He had just seconds to spare. The alarm ripped through the mansion. He could hear the demons stampede from the other floors toward the front of the house. With the first true smile he had this week, he rushed down the cellar stairs.

Mary, (of course her name was Mary, she was the freaking Petri dish virgin mother) was in a locked room at the end of the hall. There were no guards. Huh, Sammy is starting to slip, Dean thought. A simple lock was all that stood between Dean and the prisoner which he quickly jimmied.

Mary's face was tear- stained, her belly swollen with child. "I'm Dean Winchester; I'm here to rescue you." Damn, he wanted a light saber after this. Grabbing Mary's arm, he bolted for the kitchen door and out into the yard. He could still hear the hunt for him going on. A desperate yell from the roof let him know that he had been spotted.

"Look," Dean said. "You need to keep running this way. There are people all around the perimeter trying to get to you. You will be safe once you get to the other side of the fence." Dean pointed to the large fence that could be seen in the distance. Mary looked terrified but nodded bravely. "I'll head them off."

Turning back, Dean ran diagonally across his path, trying to draw as much attention to his "escape" as possible. Two demons cut him off but Dean was able to evade their grasp. He was not so lucky with the next pair. A solid punch to his jaw had him dropping like a rock.

His vision swam back into focus as he was pushed to the floor in front of an enraged Sammy. His eyes had gone completely black and the bodies of Dean's guards were strewn across the room. He didn't have much pity for the demons but death by having your entrails ripped out your navel was not a good way to go.

"What did I tell you, Dean?"

"It's Sam not Sammy, cause Sammy is a chubby twelve year old boy?"

The very air shimmered just before a blast of power had Dean flying across the room until he slammed into the desk.

"I told you not to do anything stupid. I would classify running away from me as extremely stupid. Were you a spy Dean? Here to find out my plans? Even had you escaped, it would not have helped." Sam ran a hand over Dean's face, stopping to gently cup his chin. "I told you, I am not letting you go."

Dean smirked. So far all attention had been solely on his escape. No one had noticed their missing virgin yet. Eyes darting to the clock, he hoped she had made it to the fence line at this point. Time to finish this.

"You know Sammy; you were always the weaker of the two of us. So needy, so helpless. That's why yellow eyes chose you; your blood was weak, easy to corrupt. Dad was right. I should have killed you."

Dean's feet left the floor, body twisting in the air only to return, back crashing, to the top of the desk. Invisible forces lifted him again and again, ramming him each time onto the top of the desk. He felt ribs crack and his wrist was slashed by the letter opener on the second drop.

His body was spun completely around to face Sam. Reaching across the desk, Sammy gripped Dean's throat and started to squeeze. "Didn't I give you what you needed? Why did you have to mess this up Dean? I would have taken care of you."

"Not gonna be a demon king's whore Sammy," Dean managed to gasp past Sam's grip. Dean watched as the decision flashed across Sam's face. His hand tightened on Dean's neck. This is it, Dean thought.

"Sir," interrupted a demon. Shit! Dean's mind screamed. "There has been an incident."

"I'm dealing with an incident now," growled Sam.

"Sir, the seal. The seal is gone."

From his vantage point of being pinned below Sam, Dean was able to watch as the blood drained out of his face leaving him pale and shaking. The shaking intensified as the fury grew within him. Color returned, shading Sam's face a deep red. "You always did have some anger management issues," Dean wisecracked.

Sam's black eyes looked over his prone form and his face cleared. "Nice try Dean. But I still have one seal left and it is the only one I need." Motioning to the demons, Sam released Dean. "Make him understand the error of his ways. I need him alive so be gentle." The word gentle was said with a heartless smile. "Bring him back when you're done. We need to finish our conversation, Dean."

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Sam watched the slow rise and fall of Dean's chest. The demon's had returned with his unconscious body, draping him across the desk. One arm, a slow drip of blood coming off his fingers and pooling on the floor, rested next to Sam's feet which were propped up on the desk. Sam tapped Dean's wrist with his crossed legs as he read over the latest report from the front.

A change in Dean's breathing alerted Sam to his waking state. "Not one of your smarter plans. What did you hope to accomplish?" Sam leaned forward and kissed Dean softly on his bleeding lips.

Dean turned his head, green eyes locked on his brother. "Ask me again tomorrow."