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Chapter 6

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-Alastair-

 

            Alastair ran his fingers across the table top, looking at the fairy and spitfire sitting across from him. Sam and Dean were across from him glaring down at a map and discussing what they wanted to do next. For the moment Alastair was content to let them talk and plan, he would give his input later. His gaze left the boys and moved to their angel, he wanted to have a taste of that man, and he vowed to himself that he would by the time this whole thing was over. He drummed his fingers against the table, waiting was so tedious.

            "Boys, found anything yet?" He closed his eyes for a moment, tipping his head to look at them again.

            "Yeah, gimme a minute." Dean mumbled, flipping a page in the book he was reading.

            Alastair sighed, "I'm getting impatient, this needs to be dealt with. Being up here, I can feel the corruption in my demons. It's annoying."

            "A yew branch dipped in lambs blood." Sam mumbled down at his book, "That should kill it." He said a little louder.

            Dean snorted, "Yeah, sure, now we just have to find him."

            "Phoenix, remember, that's what the demon said." Sam paused, glaring at his brother, "So we should start there."

            The room was silent for a moment before Alastair spoke, "We'll go in the morning, for now however I want the two of you to come here." He beckoned with a finger, changing position so he was sitting back, legs slightly spread, "I require your attention." Dean scowled at him, of course the other demon knew what the king wanted. Alastair didn't care about the audience that was looking at them curiously, all he cared about was putting his boys back in their place. He hadn't lied when he said he was disappointed in them, "I'm waiting." He stated firmly, white eyes narrowed.

            Dean was the first to move with a resigned sigh, the younger Winchester hadn't seemed to fully grasp what Alastair wanted and was looking at him with a scowl in place. Dean knelt before him, settling into the v between his thighs. The lights seemed to go on as Sam's eyes widened.

            "Oh, no, no, no, I'm not doing that with people watching." He took a step back and Alastair pinned him with a glare, his fingers starting to run through Dean's hair

            Dean glared at him over his shoulder, "Come on Sam, get over here, we've done it before in Hell."

            Sam snorted, "In front of a soul in the middle of a torture session sure but this is different!"

            Dean went to get to his feet but Alastair shook his head, "Sam, come here, now." He exerted his influence over him when Sam wouldn't move, "Kneel beside your brother." As the words left his mouth Sam took his place, "Dean, you know what I want." His fingers stroked back through his hair.

            Dean looked over at the younger demon, "Sam, it's ok, you don't have to anything." His fingers tugged at Alastair's fly.

            "Umm, so, I think I'll just go to my room." Charlie squeaked as Dean freed his master.

            Alastair looked over at her, petting both boys now, "Stay, go, it matters little." He looked down at Dean expectantly, "Get to work."

            Charlie grabbed Gilda's hand, pulling the fairy out with her. Dean wrapped his lips around him and did as he was told. Sam was going to have to be taught a lesson in respect and obedience but it could wait, right now he was enjoying the feel of his boy's lips wrapped around him, his throat working to swallow him in.

            "Dean, did you...?" Cas stepped into the room, freezing as he saw the three demons.

            Alastair placed a hand firmly on Dean's head, keeping him down even as the demon struggled to pull back, "Hello, Castiel." Dean's fingers dug into his thighs as the King guided him, "Would you care to join us?"

            Castiel swallowed hard as Dean made muffled noises around the cock in his mouth. Sam looked over at the angel, swallowing hard. He moved forward, his eyes locked on Sam and Dean, his throat working as he swallowed.

            "Hi, Cas, umm." Sam trailed off, looking between his King and his angel.

            "I was hoping something had been found out about the fae." Cas swallowed again, stopping to stand next to them.

            "Yes, however my boys needed a reminder of their position." Dean grumbled around him, his tongue rubbing along the underside, "When this is finished Sam and I will have to have a meeting of the minds. He seems to have developed a stubborn streak. Sam opened his mouth to speak but a warning glare made him close it again, "So please, feel free to join us, in fact, I insist." He dug his fingers into Sam's hair, tugging it back, forcing him face to face with Castiel's covered bulge. He gave a warning tug before Sam complied, freeing the angel and allowing Alastair to guide him into place, "There's a good boy."

            Castiel moaned, his head tipping back, his fingers replacing Alastair's in his hair. Sam glared up him but relented, swallowing him in. The King of Hell moaned, tipping his head back, letting Dean grumble as he worked. His boy was good, he could admit that, and he was using all of his skill to get this over with but Alastair could to this forever, the angel wasn't as experienced. Alastair knew the moment Cas lost himself, spilling down Sam's throat. Dean's fingers dug into his thighs, drawing blood, as he grumbled around him angrily, his jaw was getting tired and he was getting grumpy.

            "Do you deserve it?" He moaned, looking down at him, "Are you going to behave yourself, do what you're supposed to do? Do you remember your place?"

            Dean mumbled around him and Alastair pulled him back, "Yes, master, I remember."

            Alastair pressed him back down, groaning lowly and letting himself go, his fingers petting and stroking through his hair as Dean swallowed, "Good boy." He glanced over at Sam, watching him finish cleaning the angel, Castiel collapsed into a chair, panting softly for breath, looking down at him with such love and devotion in his eyes, "You've truly tamed an angel of the lord." He chuckled, "I'm impressed, perhaps you've made up for your disobedience, however this does not get you out of your coming session with me."

            Sam looked down at his lap, "Yes, master."

            "Now, how about you inform your angel about what you've discovered." He stroked through Dean's hair, letting him rest against his bloody thigh.

 

-Sam-

 

            He knew he should have done as he was told, he knew he should have knelt with Dean, but he couldn't, some part of him just couldn't bring himself to kneel. He closed his eyes, rubbing the bridge of his nose. He had settled in the back of the Impala, Alastair had taken the front with Dean behind the wheel and Castiel was in the back with him.

            "Dean?" The closer they got to Phoenix the stranger he felt. He could feel the fae clawing at his mind but the cure had worked, entrance was denied at least.

            "Yeah, Sammy?" He kept his eyes on the road but Sam knew he was scowling, concerned.

            "I'm not sure me coming was a good idea."

            Dean looked at him in the rearview mirror, "Why?"

            It was Alastair who spoke, "Sam, that thing has no hold on you, you are mine, my demon, and I won't allow you to forget that."

            A sigh of relief escaped his lips, the command echoing through his mind. It was a relief to know Alastair could control him if something went wrong, that his claim superseded the fairy. Dean was eyeing him in the mirror before glancing at Alastair.

            "Sam, everything will be fine." Cas stated from his place beside him.

            Dean gave a little nod, "Yeah, Sasquatch, you're not getting off that easy. I kind of hope he tries something with you so Alastair can boss you around."

            The smile that spread across his lips was small, "Yeah, I guess we'll have to wait and see." He looked back out the window, resting his cheek against the cool glass.

            "Hey, you put smudges on the window you're cleaning it."

            Sam did laugh at that, "Alright, if we get through this I'll detail her for you."

            "You'd better do a good job then, I want to see her shine."

            The closer they got to Phoenix the more on edge he was. His chest felt tight, his head spun, but every now and then Alastair would look back at him and everything would feel alright for awhile. The scene in Phoenix was only a little different from the one they encountered in San Antonio. This time they arrived before everyone had been slaughtered. Cars were starting to lineup, men and women were getting, leaving behind their possessions, and in one case their baby. Dean parked out of the way and all four of them got out, eyes trained on the mass of people heading toward the center of town. Sam could feel the pull, the desire to go with them but a firm look from Alastair and he got ahold of himself.

            "No axes in doors yet, that's a good sign." Dean popped the trunk before doling out weapons.

            Sam wrapped his fingers around the butt of his gun, taking a slow breath as he looked at it, ignoring the voice telling him to shoot his brother right between the eyes. Cas had his angel blade and one of two yew branches, Alastair had the other.

            "Sam." Alastair's voice made him jerk his head up, "Remember who you belong to."

            Sam nodded, taking in another slow breath. Dean looked at him and Sam could see a small touch of concern in his eyes, concern for Sam's wellbeing or concern that his brother was going to snap, he didn't know. The younger demon looked away, heading down the street, moving between the cars. He knew Dean was right behind him and it was a comfort to have him at his back.

            "At least no one has tried eating anyone yet." Sam snorted, looking out over the swarm of people.

            Dean smacked him on the back, "Don't say that, idiot." He growled out. Of course Dean was right, a loud scream sounded from ahead of them and Sam could see a spurt of blood flying over the crowd, "Dumbass!" Dean punched him in the arm before raising his voice, "Hey! Asshole! Come and get some!"

            Sam scowled, "What're you doing?!" He hissed, looking back at him.

            The crowd turned to face them but didn't move, instead glaring at them before turning back. A roar echoed over their heads and Sam could see the crowd parting around something that was running at them. Sam pointed his shotgun at the crowd, readying himself for whatever was coming. A man with blood around his mouth and eyes the color of pitch pushed through the last line of people and Alastair laid a hand on his shoulder, forcing Sam to lower his gun.

            "Don't move a muscle." He stated firmly, eyes locked on the possessed man, "Kneel." The demon looked confused as he dropped to his knees, his arms hanging limp by his sides, "Good boy." He looked over at Dean, "Do it and let's get going."

            He motioned for Sam to continue as Dean slashed her throat with his blade, sending him back to Hell and the rack that awaited him. Sam could feel him clawing at his mind again, trying to gain purchase, to make him do something, anything, but Alastair's command still rang through his mind. The younger Winchester pressed through the crowd, forcing his way past a large man.

            "Hey!" The man grabbed him by the neck, pulling him back, "Wait your turn! I was here first."

            Sam looked up at him, it was odd having to look up at someone for a change, "Let me go," he growled lowly, "Now."

            "Sammy!" Dean shouted, shoving through to get to him, putting the barrel of his gun in the small of the man's back, "Let my brother go, asshole, or we're going to see if you can survive a bullet to the spine."

            The man turned his head, a meaty hand reaching out to grab Dean, "I was here first!" He bellowed and Dean pulled the trigger.

            Chaos. The gun shot seemed to trigger something in the people. People were tearing into each other, another gun shot rang out and Sam could swear he heard a body drop. The man that was holding him looked down, surprised, before throwing him into the crowd as his last act before his legs fell out from under him. The demon struggled in the grasp of the mass of people he had been thrown into. Someone was trapped underneath him as he was struck across the face wringing a grunt from his lips. They were holding him down, covering him with their body weight. One of them grabbed his chin, forcing his mouth open while a man came through the crowd to stand over him, black blood glinting on his wrist, the man was infected.

 

-Dean-

 

            He shoved his way through the crowd, forcing his way closer to where Sam had been thrown. Hands grabbed at him, tried to pull him down, but he lashed out, his blade slicing into people as he drove through the crowd. Finally he got through enough to see what was happening, a man was sinking into a kneel beside his brother, black blood dripping from his wrist.

            "Fuck!" He drew his gun and in one smooth motion fired, the man dropped, landing over Sam's chest.

            The people holding him down looked up at him in unison, glaring angrily at the interruption. They stood as one, launching themselves at Dean, leaving Sam squished under a body. He struggled, killing two of them before being taken down by six more.

            "Get off my brother!" Sam shouted, holding his hand out and flicking his wrist, sending two of them flying.

            Dean roared, slamming a free hand into one cheat, sending her flying over the crowd. An ax slammed into the ground beside his head, cutting through one of the women holding him and almost going into his shoulder. The sound that escaped his lips was decidedly unmanly and he was glad it was quiet enough that no one heard it over the screams of the dying and the sounds of fighting. The ax was imbedded into the pavement, it would take time to get it back out. A young man snarled above him, fists swinging as he began to beat Dean. The demon snarled in return, his vision a little blurry but it was good enough he could see the moment his head left his shoulders. Hot blood dripped on his face, his lips, he snapped his mouth shut, wiping at it, trying to get it off without ingesting any.

            "Dean! Are you alright?" Sam's hand swam into focus and he grasped it, letting his brother pull him up.

            "Just peachy." He growled, looking at the thinning crowd.

            Alastair and Castiel were fighting off a small contingent of people, at least one of them a demon since Alastair had it subdued. They needed to regroup and find Dionnesidhe before everyone killed each other. The angel blade flashed through the last one attacking the angel and the King. The pair moved forward, heading toward the boys.

            "Dean, remember who you belong to." Alastair stated firmly, command in his voice.

            The demon scowled at him, "I'm fine, none of it got in my mouth." He grumbled, "Come on, we have to hurry."

            A voice rang out over the street and everyone froze, "Welcome!" Everyone dropped to their knees except for a small handful of people. Dean knew they weren't infected, their eyes showed true fear as they huddled in a circle, makeshift weapons at hand, "Ahh, Sam and Dean Winchester." They boys looked over at the large apartment building everyone had been going to. There, on the steps, stood a man but he wasn't like any man they had seen before, "I'm so pleased you're both here." He looked at Alastair and Castiel, "You've brought friends with you." His smile was too big, his skin seemed to be made of small silvery scales, his hair was golden and pulled back from his face, but his eyes were the strangest by far. They were blood red, nearly black, "Am I to assume these are your cohorts? Alastair, King of Hell, and Castiel, Angel of the Lord." He laughed and in that moment Dean decided he couldn't wait to put a bullet between his eyes, "Why don't you give up?" He questioned, cocking his head to the side, "I can make it so good for you." He licked his lips and Sam cringed.

            "Yeah, no, thanks for the offer but we're not buying."

            His eyes moved to Sam, a small scowl marring his features, "They took you from me but you're mine!" He shouted, lip curled up in a snarl.

            Alastair stepped forward, "No, he's mine." He laid his hands on Sam's shoulders, "They are both mine and every demon you have taken, well, they are still mine." He hissed out, glaring up at him, his nails digging into Sam's shoulders.

            Castiel moved up to stand beside Dean, his angel blade dripping blood, "We've come to end you."

            He laughs, tossing his head back he for doubling over, "Oh? Really? I'd like to see you try." He spread his arms, "The way I see it, you're vastly outnumbered." He looked out over the crowd, "Bring them to me, alive."

            The mob descended upon them. Dean wasn't sure exactly what happened. He remembered fighting, remembered stabbing one of the bastards and then everything had gone black for a moment. He had been so careful to keep his mouth closed even though all he wanted to do was grin like a madman, and yet he could feel something clawing at his mind, digging its way past his defenses. He was choking on black bile, his mouth was full of a foul taste, like death and sugar all rolled into one. He sputtered, eyes going wide as he looked up at a grinning fae, blood dripping from his wrist to splash against his mouth. The claws dug in deeper and he screamed, arching back.

            "Good boy, there's a good boy, how's it feel to be mine?" Fingers stroked through his hair, "Now, here's what I want you to do. See that man over there? The one in the trench coat?" When he nodded that voice continued, "I want you to kill him, can you do that for me?" A blade was pressed into his hand and he grasped it firmly as he nodded again, "Good boy, do it."

            Dean was on his feet and lunging forward, blade slashing at the angel, a growl escaping his lips as Cas dodged back. Dean felt his lips pull back in a snarl, why wasn't he fighting back?

            "Dean, I don't want to hurt you, stop this." Cas' voice was low and gravely, harsh as he held his hands up, "Dean, listen to me." His gaze never left the demon attacking him, "Alastair!" He shouted. Dean roared, diving forward, shoving his shoulder into Cas' chest, driving him to the ground. His eyes were wild as he raised the blade, holding it in both hands, "Dean! No!"

 

-Alastair-

 

            He pushed tough the crowd, fighting to get to his boy. Dean was straddling Castiel, the blade glinted in the sunlight as he started to drive it down, "Dean! Stop!" The command was firm, a roar over the heads of the infected and he watched as the blade stopped inches from the angel's chest. He couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief, he had plans for Castiel after all, "Dean, get up and come here." He slammed his elbow into the face of one of the humans still attempting to take him down.

            Dionnesidhe let out a roar, his hands clenching into fists as Dean did as Alastair commanded, "He's mine!"

            Alastair chuckled darkly, "Kneel." He ordered, watching Dean drop to the ground, his gaze turned to the fae, "How would you like to be killed by someone you think is yours?" He plucked the blade from Dean's hand, replacing it with the yew stake, "Dean," he tipped Dean's chin up so their eyes met, "kill him." He ordered with a dark smile.

            Dean got to his feet, turning and facing Dionnesidhe, "Yes, master." He said softly, moving forward, fingers clenching, adjusting the stake, "Anything you want."

            Dionnesidhe was seething, snarling and Alastair couldn't help but laugh, "No! Dean, you're mine! You do as I say! Not him!"

 

-Sam-

 

            Everyone had frozen, standing to watch the fae and demon face off against each other. Dean wasn't stopping, Alastair's orders would not be denied no matter how much the fairy raged. Dean was walking up the stairs, drawing it out, and Sam couldn't help but smile. His brother lunged, tackling him to the ground. They rolled down the stairs, each snarling and snapping, there was nothing more that he wanted to do than join in but he held his ground, eyes locked on the tableau.

            Dean howled, pinning him down and driving the stake down, forcing it through his chest. The infected and Dean screamed, hands flying up to grasp their heads. Sam ran forward, pulling his brother off the dying creature.

            "Dean, come on man, it's ok, you're good, I'm here, it's ok."

            A wet cough escaped Dionnesidhe's lips followed by a broken laugh, "Fools, all of you." He coughed again, black blood sliding from the corners of his lips, "He's going to die you know." He tipped his head, looking at Sam and Dean, "I die and he dies, he's mine." He coughed again, blood dripping from his lips and eyes closing, taking in a shuddering breath.

            Sam shook his head, hands grasping Dean's face, forcing their gazes to meet, "Dean, it'll be alright." He swallowed hard, Dean screaming in agony, "You can't die, you're not allowed!"

            Castiel and Alastair were standing next to him, the demon crouching low, "Sam, give him to me." Sam held him close, growling softly, "Now." He stated firmly.

            He didn't want to let him go, he had to save his brother, but he knew that Alastair could save him, he had to. Slowly he gave him over, passing his spamming brother over to their master. The king took him, holding him close before disappearing. Sam swallowed hard, looking up at Castiel, eyes pleading with him.

            "Sam, Alastair took him back downstairs." He laid a hand on his shoulder, "We need to destroy the body."

            Sam looked over at the corpse. It stared at them, eyes glazed in death, a look of triumph on his face. Sam snarled, "You think you've won, you haven't." He growled angrily, "Dean isn't going to die."

            Castiel turned his gaze to the crowd, "Dean might but they won't." His voice was soft, lost.

            The demon swallowed, looking over the crowd. Not all of them were dying, some were crying, trying to help the others. The dying's skin stained black and red as blood streamed from their eyes and mouths. They were dying and there was nothing Sam could do about it.

            He looked up at the angel, "What do we do?"

            "I don't know."

 

-Dean-

 

            His body ached, his head felt like it was full of cotton. The last thing he remembered was Sam's voice telling him not to die. A soft moan escaped his lips and his eyes fluttered open. He was home, in Alastair's work room, strapped to a rack. He let his head fall to the side, unable to focus on anything.

            "Wha' happened?" He slurred out, his mouth was dry, his tongue felt thick and heavy.

            "Dean, you're awake." Alastair moved into view, a hand gently stroking down his cheek, "How do you feel?"

            "Like I've gone through the ringer." He groaned, nuzzling his hand, "What happened?"

            "When the fae died he took the infected with him, was going to take you but I was able to fix you before that happened. It's advantageous that time passes differently here." He undid the straps, catching him as he fell from the rack, "Come now, to bed, rest, when you wake I'll have a little surprise for you." He carried him easily to the adjoining bedroom, sliding him beneath cool black silk covers.

            "Dun wanna sleep." He mumbled, head sinking into his pillow before falling asleep.

 

-Alastair-

 

            He watched Dean as he slept for a moment before returning topside. So many dead, it made him wonder how the humans were going to take care of it. Perhaps someone would make a deal to get out of the work, of course that would mean his men would have to deal with it. No closure for whatever family they had left, just empty streets and bodies tossed into the furnace of Hell. He stepped over another corpse, a vampire this time, the Alphas were going to be pissed over loosing so many of their children. He was angry enough about the demons he lost, weak, pathetic creatures, foolish, but useful in their own ways. Sam and Castiel had saved a few it seemed, the pair were sitting on the steps, the survivors resting beside them. The uninfected looked a little broken but he expected it considering the circumstances, it would take them a long time to recover.

            Sam looked up at him as he approached, he looked a little worse for ware, "Alastair, how's Dean?"

            "Fine, he's resting, I came to collect you both, we deserve a little time to ourselves, do you think?" Alastair's gaze focused on Castiel, he had something very special in mind, he just had to get the angel to come with them, "Come, Dean's waiting for us."

            Castiel scowled, "You want me to go below?" He got to his feet.

            The demon moved close, pressing against him, "Yes, it won't hurt, not one bit. In fact, I guarantee you'll enjoy it." He slid a hand down his cheek, his neck, "Come now Castiel, we wouldn't want to keep Dean waiting, would we?"

            "N-," he cleared his throat, "No, we wouldn't."

            Alastair smiled darkly, "Wonderful." He motioned for Sam, his boy coming up beside him, taking his hand before the trio disappeared.

            Alastair was pleased to see that Dean was awake and Castiel and Sam were immediately at his side, checking him over, making sure he was fine. Dean grumbled, batting at them, "Give me a kiss, bitch." He pulled Sam over, kissing him deeply.

            Alastair slid behind the angel, wrapping his arms around him, licking up the back of his neck, "Come now, Cas, join us." He nipped his ear, tugging the lobe slowly, letting it slide from between his teeth.

            Castiel moaned and the demon knew he was making an impact, that he would soon break, "Please."

            Alastair smiled, if only he knew what he was asking for, "Do you want everything? To be with us, to be with Sam and Dean." He whispered in his ear, his gaze flicking to the brothers kissing on the bed, "Tell me Castiel, tell me what you want, you need to ask for it, you need to want it." Ah, getting an angel to fall was a heady experience, it had been so long since he had one of his brothers with him, "TELL ME!" He shouted.

            Dean and Sam jumped, looking at the pair. Castiel's breath came in sharp pants, his eyes wide with some unknown emotion, "Yes." He shuddered beneath his hands.

            Sam and Dean looked up at him, confused but didn't speak, didn't ruin the moment, only watched as Alastair produced his blade and slit his wrist, holding it up, watching the blood bubble up, "Then come, take your communion." He pressed his wrist to the angel's lips. Castiel swallowed reflexively before beginning to struggle, his eyes going wide, his fingers grasping at his arm, trying to pull the demon's wrist from his lips but he held for, "Come brother, you asked for this, you wanted it, to fall, to join us." He growled softly in his ear, "Be mine." He hissed softly in his ear as Castiel began drinking from the demon's wrist, "You're mine, brother, for eternity."

            "Alastair." Dean's voice was soft, "What are you doing?"

            A low moan escaped the, now fallen, angel's lips as Alastair smiled darkly at the elder Winchester, "Making him mine."

Notes:

I'll be doing another interlude to let you know what all happens with Cas! Let me know what you think I'm still deciding if Monday Morning is done or not but regardless I'll keep writing! Might even start working on a sequel to Expiration Date. Let me know what you think and I hope you enjoyed.

Notes:

So I started this before the premier but the bad karaoke idea came from The Year of the Deanmon promo, I just couldn't help myself. Let me know what you think!

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