The Devil's Deal

Title: The Devil’s Deal
Pairing: Sam x Dean
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: NC-17

Dean slammed the door of the Impala and ran into the church. The interior was empty, but he had almost expected that. If Sammy was going to desecrate holy ground he wouldn’t do it where Dean would find him. A rumbling beneath his feet gave him a clue and he hauled ass to the stairs leading downward. His heart sank with every desperate throb, if the historic plans were correct he knew exactly where his brother was. The old plans for the Colorado monastery included the priest catacombs, and the light glowing ahead of him confirmed it.

He barely reached the entrance when a gust of wind blew out the lights and threw him back into the wall. His shoulder was aching as he forced himself back up. Some part of the ritual had to be complete, and he was hoping against hope it wasn’t the final one. There were times he cursed the knowledge his brother had in that big egghead of his, it meant that he wasn’t exactly sure of which ritual was in use. He approached the damp walls of the cave, and cautiously peered inside. His heart finished the journey to his feet as he saw the glow of the pentagram fading. He was too late.

Sam’s head lifted and Dean could swear that his brother was scenting the air. His blue eyes glowed amber in the low light. He was too fucking late!

“What did you do, Sammy?” He said in a hard voice.

The return grin made him shudder.

“I found it,” he said softly. “I found the deal we needed.”

“Dammit, Sam! I told you not to save me. I’m going to Hell, and you should never have tried to stop it. You’re soul is more important than mine.”

He crossed the space between them with desperate ground eating strides, and pressed their foreheads together. It unnerved him to see the evil that Sam tried so hard to repress looking fearlessly into his own.

“I won’t be left behind. I won’t be the last while you suffer. Dad did this, the yellow-eyed demon did this to us, and they’re both gone now. You died in front of me day after day after day, and when that was over you died again. I’ve seen me without you, and I won’t do that!” He ended on a shout.

“Dad always left us alone, but I had you. He was wrapped up in the vendetta, the fear of what was coming. He trained you to hunt, and you trained me. You can’t be alone either, that’s why you made the deal. Why am I so special? I wasn’t I given the option of dying, Dean?

“Well if I can’t, neither can you and now you won’t. I won’t have to see the last connection I have to humanity dragged down and lost.”

“What did you do?” Dean asked. His voice was hoarse from the suppressed emotion choking his throat. He needed Sam to survive. There was no way they were ever going to be able to make another deal. There was only so much soul you could sell the Devil, and they were fresh out.

“I agreed to be his general.”

“WHAT?”

No plea for understanding was in those eyes. Sam was stating the facts and he wasn’t sorry at all. “I couldn’t bargain back your soul, and mine was gone a long time ago. Wasn’t that nice of them to tell us? There was only one way for us to be together. I serve him and I get you.”

“Sammy, that’s nuts…” Was all he could get out.

“The funny thing is we still get to be hunters. I gather the power from all the ones I destroy and when your year is up I don’t have to see you die in my arms again. We’re linked. The more power I gain the more I can share with you.”

“Tis better to rule in Hell, Sam?”

“As long as it keeps us together,” He insisted stubbornly.

“No, Sam!”

“It’s too late, Dean! It’s too late, and I won’t take it back even if I could. You’re my brother and I love you.”

“I love you too,” Tears were starting to rise. “But why after all I did? After all dad did?”

“DAD never protected me!”

Strange two toned harmonics resonated in his voice. It was a sign of the power he’d been granted to deal with the opposition they were going to face. You could almost see the devil dance with glee at the fall of the once proud Winchester family line. Dean sat down hard, leaned against the wall, and put his face in his hands.

“Dad left me and you and mom to the mercies of the yellow-eyed demon and the bastard took his opportunities where he could. He put the blood of demons inside me and left me there for the two of you to train. My last chance to escape him was when I died, but you brought me back.” A hand under the chin had his brother looking at him.

“I’m not sorry I came back, Dean. My last and first thought was of you. I never wanted to leave you alone, like dad did. I’ve seen the inside of Hell and I won’t let you go there alone and unprotected. Now I am the power behind the throne, and you are at my side.”

“Great,” Dean sighed. “You’re not only a demon, you’re a demon on a power trip.”

“I’m not on a power trip.” There was that smile again. “I’ve been given all that I need this time around, strength, knowledge and you.”

“And was Ruby part of this bargain?”

“No, she’s done well enough on her own, don’t you think? I can use her, reward her, but you were the center of this bargain.”

“So what happens now? We stay here until my year is up, and then get dragged in to the fiery depths?”

“No.”

“C’mon, Sammy, show off that fancy college education and tell me what’s going to happen in words I’m gonna understand.”

The eye roll was familiar at least.

“We go out and kill or make them join us until the ones we released are united.”

“That doesn’t really give me a clue what happens to me. Well, okay it does, but … Screw it, you know what I’m asking.”

“There are two options, but you’re only getting one. The first is that I can leave you alone and when you die you go through immense amounts of pain while being dragged down to hell until you’re demon enough to join me.

“The second option involves me giving you something that you’re not going to be too happy with daily until your time’s up.”

“What blood? It’s not like I haven’t practically taken a bath in it at times.” Dean shrugged. “Do I get fangs? I always thought fangs were cool. Not the real vampire ones, but the ones like the old Dracula movies.”

“Dean,”

“Am I going to have to wait for night to get up? Demons are always active at night, but it’ll really cramp my style to only be up at night.”

“Dean…”

“Oh, and you still have to sit on the passenger side. I don’t care if you are the general of the underworld, my baby just doesn’t like you and I’m not going to hurt her feelings.”

“DEAN!”

“What! What, Sammy? I’m being cool about this aren’t I? I’m getting over the whole “Winchester Brothers Ruling in Hell” thing, aren’t I? Don’t rain on my parade now! I want fangs and I’m damned well going to get them!”

“You don’t have to drink my blood.”

“Oh,” He blinked. “Well, that’s cool, ‘cause to be honest I don’t think red’s my color. Wait, I don’t have to do something weird like drink the blood of virgins do I?”

“There’s no blood involved, you moron.”

“Can I have fangs anyway? All of the really good minions of evil have fangs.”

“Oh, for the love of…”

There he was. There was his Sammy. The sign that his brother was still inside the new embodiment of ultimate evil made him feel far better. A ridiculous thought, but Dean was famous for that anyway.

“Dean,” Sam began patiently. “Remember the seven deadly sins? The old ones that had you buried in unconsecrated graves after you were ex-communicated?”

“Yeah, Brad Pitt and Morgan Freeman were great in that movie. Hey, remember he kept that one guy alive for, like, three years or something like that on an IV drip? That was sick and twisted.”

“Pay attention, Dean. What do you think I’d have to give you based on the cardinal sins?”

“Pride, well that’s a no brainer, but it doesn’t seem to apply here. Greed, Envy, Gluttony, Wrath, Sloth, they were fun to kill. Lust and I have a passing acquaintance, but tends to be a bitch when you don’t call back the next day.” He finished with a grin.

“Forget it,” Sam sighed. “You and I, brother mine, are about to have our own acquaintance with lust.”

“We have to rape a virgin?”

“There are no virgins involved! What do you have some kind of fetish?”

“Oh,” His eyes got wide. “You mean I have to put my dick in you?!”

“No.”

“Well, thank God for that, ‘cause I’m straight. I’m secure in my manhood and all that. I can admit that that Smallville guy has a nice ass, but that’s all. I’m not goin’ around poking Mr. Happy in the brown eye, if you know what I mean.”

“I meant; ‘no, you don’t get to put your dick in me’. I have to put mine in you.”

Dean pulled his gun and pointed it dead between his brother’s eyes. “I don’t think so.”

Sam sighed, “You’re not going to hurt me with that thing, you know. It’s not the Colt, and I’m not sure it would work even if it was.”

The gun switched directions.

Next thing he knew it was across the room, and a wicked grin crept over his baby brother’s face. It was disturbing, and cute in that creepy way. Sam was hard to think of as evil.

“You…” He cleared his throat. “You have control of your powers now?”

That grin got wider, “All part of the deal.”

“What are you going to do to me?”

“I’m going to make you realize what a good deal this is.”

“No offence, Sammy, but nothing is going to make me believe that.”

“Think so?”

He wished that there was somewhere to go. Sam had never moved from the spot he was in. There was the whole “in your face” aspect that was making him uncomfortable as… hell. This wasn’t a Glory Hole situation where you could pretend, this was his brother talking about fucking him. Why, of all things holy, did they even need to do this? Couldn’t he just jack off in a shot of Tequila so Dean could pretend it was the worm at the bottom, or something?

Okay, that thought made him throw up in his mouth a little.

Was that the button of his pants unsnapping?

Maybe it had something to do with the fact that he was rising in the air! His limbs were forcibly straightened, and he was naked faster than he could think about it. He would have protested, but there seemed to something holding his mouth shut. The magic eye communication wasn’t working either. Not that it ever really did. Sam refused to acknowledge it as a valid form of communication, therefore ignored it eighty percent of the time.

Why was he thinking about this? He was about to be molested! His ass was in the air, and exposed! Sam was touching his ass and…

Maybe the tongue thing wasn’t so bad…

It kind of felt good. He could imagine a girl doing this if he closed his eyes…

Holy shit! Where the hell had he learned that trick? Two large thumbs had pressed his hole open and the bastard was flickering his tongue around the inside. Even a straight guy could get into this. It was making his dick twitch and leak. His hole clenched reflexively and he could swear that he felt the taste buds on Sam’s tongue. A shudder of pleasure ran through his whole body making his toes curl.

Hot breath ghosted down there when Sam chuckled, “Better than you thought?”

Smug prick was enjoying this!

“It gets better.”

That was wishful thinking. There was no way that he was going to believe… An indignant noise escaped his throat. Get that finger out of there!

Bad touch! BAD TOUCH!

His brother was not sucking his dick! Winchester men had pride. They did not suck dick better than any professional whore. Ooh, was the sweet spot genetic? Nobody had ever found that spot with their tongue before. He only found it when he masturbated.

Wait, there were two fingers now! Sam, you asshole!

Nononono, don’t stop sucking! He was so close!

Ow, you’re bigger than you look, dick head. Go slow!

What was that?

That was kind of nice, not the “shove your pole up my ass” kind of nice…

Okay, maybe it was, and maybe he could do it just a little harder?

No, harder than that.

Hell yeah!

He refused to admit that it was him making those noises.

He really wasn’t going to admit that things were even better when Sam turned him around and they were eye to eye. He could see all the intensity that existed in those blue eyes. Dean surrendered. They could say what they wanted, but there never really had been a better place for them to be.

He pressed his lip to Sam’s, and took the mouth that taunted him. Their tongues dueled as they moved faster than before. Strong thighs locked tight and Dean took some of the control back. His head went back as he angled just right to hit that spot again. It was enough.

He came hard enough to splatter Sam’s chest.

He heard the desperate grunts as his permanent partner and the new leader of Hell’s armies filled him to the brim. It felt right. The telekinesis let him down gently and he gave Sammy that satisfied well-fucked grin.

Hell wasn’t going to be all that bad after all.


The End