Samuel Winchester's Demonic Pleasure Palace (Part 1)

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Title: Samuel Winchester’s Demonic Pleasure Palace (Part 1)
Author: house_of_lantis 
Pairings: Antichrist!Sam/Dean, Antichrist!Sam/OMC and Antichrist!Sam/OFC, Bobby Singer, New!Ruby, Jo Harvelle, Ellen Harvelle, Castiel, Uriel, Pamela Barnes, and the return of Anna.
Disclaimer: Not real, not mine, all fiction.
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Antichrist!Sam – he’s evil, horny, and cruel. Violence, bloodshed, and erotica. Also, this is a WIP. Haha. Yes, another one. I swear, the next post I make will be Post 18 for “Billionaire’s Reluctant Husband.”
Summary: Dean is captured by Ruby and brought to Samuel, Prince of Hell.
A/N: This takes place in the same fic verse as my Dean/New!Ruby het fic, “Things I Learned in Hell.”
A/N2: Spoilers for episodes 4.6, 4.9 and 4.10.

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PART I: We’re in Kansas, Toto, and It’s Gone Straight to Hell.

Dean shivered as he saw the mortal entrance to Hell. It was a marble archway in the middle of a desolate stretch of Kansas farmland – a once fertile America’s heartland – just outside of Lawrence. The archway was about thirty stories high and a city block wide with whitewashed human skulls embedded into the marble, some still showing signs of rotting flesh clinging to the bone and picked over by crows. Dean briefly wondered if the people were still alive when they were made flesh into stone.

“I’m sure there will be a legion of demons just waiting to welcome you home,” Ruby said, slyly.

“Well, I am quite lovable,” he said, rolling his eyes.

His arms were bound behind his back, wrists tied together with rough hemp. The closer they came to the archway, the more he trembled, feeling the sensation of Hell pushing against his brain. It felt like a helmet that finally fit. It was a familiar feeling; a warmth that chilled him to the marrow. He closed his eyes, trying to brace himself against it. It was like returning to a lover after years away, arms wrapping around him, engulfing him, and giving him pleasure beyond his imagination.

And Dean had quite an imagination when it came to seeking out his pleasure.

The archway didn’t have doors or anything like that. It stood alone, seemingly innocent and peculiar, but it was an open portal for demons to cross through the Hell dimension to earth without having to open a Devil’s Gate. But then again, ever since Sam went dark side a year ago, all the gates were now opened for Hell’s demons. But this archway, this was the front door.

Samuel’s open door policy for the apocalypse.

He smirked at the carved words at the top of the archway. Even though Sam was now Prince of Hell, he was still a geek.

“Abandon all hope ye who enter here,” Dean read aloud, giving a sigh. He eyed Ruby, smirking at her. “Sam still has a stupid college boy sense of humor.”

“Actually, Samuel read ‘Dante’s Inferno’ when he was in the 8th grade,” she said, raising her eyebrow.

“Fine, 8th grade sense of humor, you happy now?”

“I’m more surprised that you know the reference.”

“I saw it in a ‘Hellblazer’ comic book.”

He watched as Ruby let out an exasperated sigh, which was kind of funny when a demon did it. “Can you untie me? It’s not like I’m going to escape and I’d rather not walk around Hell without a chance to defend myself.”

“No one would dare touch you without Samuel’s permission – and he’ll never give anyone else that right.”

Dean rolled his eyes. “Look, I lived there for forty years and I learned to take care of myself in Hell. I don’t need my kid brother to protect me from the likes of lowly demons.”

She stepped closer to him, raising her chin. “You still think you’re better than any of us just because you spent ten of those years torturing souls better than the master carver himself. Hmmm? I spent centuries in Hell and—“

“And you still loved every second being tied to my racks,” Dean murmured, looking into her eyes. “There’s a part of you that’s wanted me back in Hell’s domain since I was pulled out by Castiel. Well, baby, daddy’s home.”

Ruby clenched her jaw, her eyes black and glowing with anger and hate and lust. “Samuel’s waiting for us.”

“Yeah, don’t want to keep the Prince of Hell waiting,” Dean said, sarcastically.

“He may be your brother, Dean, but you might want to watch your smart mouth around him. You’ll find him quite changed.”

“Sammy will always be Sammy.”

“If you say.”

Ruby walked to the archway, the portal vibrating by her proximity. She waved for Dean to step through.

“Look…” Dean began and then swallowed down his fear. He stared at the portal, knowing what was there just a few steps away. He may be a lot of things, but, well, Hell would freeze over before he begged a demon to let him go. Instead, he let out a harsh chuckle. “That last step is a doozy.”

Dean stepped through…

And his human senses exploded in pain, despair, and horror. He thought he was desensitized to the endless cacophony of screams rising up from the Pit – was it this bad when he was down here before, he couldn’t remember – but the noise made his ears bleed. He closed his eyes, falling to his knees. The smell of blood and ash and sulfur burned through his nose, eyes watering.

“Fuck! Oh fuck!”

He felt Ruby grab his arm, pulling him to his feet. He swayed, unable to inhale deeply. The stench of feces penetrated his taste buds. He gagged and dry heaved, the muscles of his limbs clenching.

“It’ll pass,” she said, her small hand gripping him tight. He was almost thankful for her touch; it grounded him.

“For fuck’s sake,” Dean muttered, spitting several times to clear the taste of rot from his mouth. He opened his eyes, blinking a few times to clear the tears, adjusting to the darkness. “Hell…it’s worse than I remembered. How could I forget how it tasted?”

“Don’t be such a pussy.”

“Untie my hands, Ruby.”

Dean stared her down, meeting her black eyes until she scowled, walking behind him and jerking the hemp off his wrists. He sighed, caressing the marks around his wrists, flexing his fingers to get the circulation going again.

His eyes adjusted to the darkness of Hell – it really was all fire and brimstone – and looked out at the vast desolation. The archway was red marble on this side of Hell. Aleister once told him that the marble was white when it was first built, but it turned red from the blood of hypocrites.

“Come on, Dean, you can resume your sightseeing later.”

“Yeah, yeah, the Prince of Hell awaits, yadda yadda yadda.” He scowled, hands itching with the need for a weapon. “So, Ruby, you still Sam’s demon bitch? Are you moving up that career ladder, you know, former witch to demon slut to Prince of Hell’s whore?”

Ruby smirked up at him. “Jealous?”

“Fuck no,” Dean said, snorting. “Why would I be jealous of Sam?”

“Jealous of me.”

“You keep forgetting, Rubes, that even though he’s your Prince, he’s my brother and brother trumps everything else.”

“Are you sure about that?”

Actually, Dean wasn’t sure – not like the way he used to be; but he believed that no matter what Sam became, he was still a Winchester.

Ruby laughed, tossing her long hair off her shoulder. “You don’t know what you’re missing out on, Dean. Samuel’s a great fuck.”

“Shut up, bitch.”

“I’m sure that if you begged real nicely, he’d bend you over and fuck you over his throne.”

“I said shut your hole.” Dean snarled at her. “I don’t want to hear your dirty fucking mouth flapping. Just get me to Sam and keep your mouth shut.”

They were quite high above the ground level of Hell. He looked below into the Pit to see thousands – tens of thousands of souls tortured by demons. It was the screams of the damned that echoed up the jagged rocks. He remembered how deafening it was on the ground. When he finally took Aleister’s offer to get off the rack, Dean used to walk through the throng. He gained a reputation for being merciless and ignoring the pleas of souls, but no one knew that it was fear that drove him – his fear that he would be put back on the rack again. So he shut down whatever was left of his humanity and walked the Pit, hungry for new souls to torture and demons would gleefully throw souls at his feet, inviting him to take the soul to his racks. For ten years, he had taken them all to his chamber and never once refused to do his dirty work, making torture to an art form. Aleister was right – Dean was one of his best, so close to fulfilling his potential.

He followed her slowly along the rocky path. In the distance, he could see the shape of a black fortress.

“You know, I would’ve thought that Sam would’ve done some redecorating. It’s sad to see that Hell is still so fucking dreary.”

Ruby chuckled, looking over his shoulder at Dean. “Oh, Samuel’s made some changes to Hell. It’s not the Hell that you remember.”

“Thank God for—fuck!”

Dean fell against the rocks, his mouth burning from speaking the name of God in Hell. He fought through the pain, gasping. “Shit!”

Ruby smirked. “Thou shalt not take his name in vain.”

“Very funny, bitch.”

Dean spit again, pushing off the rocks to stand. He started on the path again, trying to shake the memories of his first moments in Hell. He spent an eternity hanging from the chains, screaming Sam’s name and calling out for help. There was no sense of time in Hell, not that he could measure in any earthly way. Then the hooks were ripped from his muscles and flesh and he fell endlessly until he crashed to the ground.

Slave demons dragged him to the Induction Room. They stripped him, shaved him bloody, and branded his back with Hell symbols denoting his name, his sin, and his punishment.

And then he was thrown into the Pit where he was torn apart – a real ‘welcome to Hell’ shindig. All the demons that Dean had sent back to Hell were waiting for him, drooling for him. The demon who wore Meg’s skin on earth was especially glad to see him. And Lilith – he never knew he could hate anyone as much as he hated Lilith, the Whore of Hell. He couldn’t recall how long he was in the Pit, until a demon threw him at the feet of Aleister and he caught the eye of the master carver himself.

“Remembering the first time you came here?”

“Oh yeah…I was just thinking about the first time Lilith gave you to me.”

Ruby wrapped her hand around his throat, slamming him bodily against the rocks. Dean choked, clawing at her hand. “Don’t fucking try my patience, Dean. You may be Samuel’s brother, but there will come a time when you won’t have baby brother’s protection. He will tire of you soon enough and—“

“Ruby.”

She released Dean so quickly, he wasn’t even sure she wasn’t still choking him. She fell to her knee, bowing her head reverently. Dean rubbed his neck, looking at his baby brother.

He wasn’t sure what he was expecting – maybe horns and a tail – but Sam looked like he always did topside: stupid green hoodie, baggy jeans, and messy hair. Sam smiled shyly with his head ducked, hands tucked into his pockets as he walked past Ruby to stand in front of Dean.

“Dean.” He whispered his name; it was full of longing and gentleness.

Dean stared at Sam for a long time. “Little Sammy Winchester, Prince of Hell.”

“It’s good to see you, brother.”

And Dean was wrapped up in Sam’s long monkey arms, bands of muscle holding him tightly. He blinked, not knowing if he should squirm away or hug him back.

“Dean…I missed you. You don’t know – you can’t imagine how much I missed you.”

“Let go, Sam.”

Slowly, Sam released him. He took a step back, tilting his head to the side to look at him. He wore a faint smile on his lips and then blinked, his eyes glowing white. Dean frowned, shivering. Only a handful of demons wore white eyes. Lilith. Lucifer. Gods of the underworld. Dean remembered that time over a year ago when he contracted ghost sickness and he saw Sam turn yellow eyes. Guess Sam went straight to the head of the class.

“Sammy…”

He blinked and Sam’s eyes were hazel and human again.

“Ruby,” Sam said, but still looking at Dean. “You did your duty to me and for that I’ll reward you. But if you ever touch my brother again—“

“I beg your pardon, Samuel,” she said, quickly.

Sam sighed and then reached up to clasp Dean by the shoulder. Dean watched as Sam looked over his shoulder at her. “Just this once, Ruby. I expect to be obeyed in this.”

“Yes, Samuel.”

Dean snorted, shaking Sam’s hand off his shoulder. “Guess you’ve really learned to teach them to heel. Can you make her sit and stay and play dead?”

“I teach them to obey, not to do tricks,” he said, frowning slightly. “It’s a privilege of my rank, but it’s my right by blood to demand obedience. But I’m a little more democratic about it.”

“Right,” he drawled, making a face. “Look, Sam, why did you have your little lap dog bring me here? We had a deal – I didn’t come after you and you didn’t come after me. You gave me your bonded word, dude.”

Sam shrugged. “I needed to see you and I didn’t want to be topside. You know the Angels are out in full force and gunning for me. You are here by special invitation; you can leave Hell at any time.”

“Then I want the hell out of Hell right the hell now.”

“Just stay with me for a little while. Let me feel your presence, Dean. Please…I can feel that I’m losing the last of my humanity and I can’t let that happen. I’m Prince of Hell, but I’m also a Winchester.”

“Sam,” Dean said, sighing deeply. “I’m a soldier of Heaven; I can’t be your savior. That’s not my role or my right. You gave up any chance of redemption when you accepted Lucifer’s legacy. It’s free will, man, and you chose this.”

“I don’t want to be saved,” he said, smiling slightly. “I just wanted to spend some time with my brother. When you go topside, you can fight the good fight. I just have to remember why I shouldn’t burn the earth to ash.”

“You burn the earth to ash and you lose all of your playthings.”

Sam held out his long arms like he was embracing all of Hell. “Do you really think I’m lacking anything of variety? There are millions of souls in my realm; I’ve barely had a taste of their pain. Every single one of them suffers in their unique way; I have multiple millennia – thousands of thousands of millennia – to have my fun.”

Dean crossed his arms and leaned against the rocks. “Send me back topside, Sammy, there’s nothing I can do for you here.”

“Just give me your company for a little while, Dean. That’s all I ask.”

For a moment, Samuel was his Sammy again. He longed to reach out to his brother and hold him, beg him to give it all up and go topside with him, to beg for forgiveness of Heaven and to restore the earth to the days before he went dark side.

“I can’t, Sam,” Dean said, shaking his head. “I can’t be here; I can’t stay here. Do you know what I was when I was in Hell? I can’t—man, I can’t…”

“I know exactly what you were…and it would be so easy, Dean, so easy for you to come back and be that again.”

“No.”

“Don’t you remember what it felt like to have that kind of power?”

“No, no way, Sam.” He said, shaking his head.

Sam took a step forward and Dean moved away, back against the rocks. “You can stay here with me, be my right hand, and be more than just my brother. You can have whatever you want – everything you could ever want and I can give it to you. Hell can be your playground again—“

“No, Sam—“

“We could rule in Hell together!”

“Fuck no—“

“I would never deny you,” Sam said, grabbing Dean’s leather jacket, pressing his forehead against Dean’s cheek. “You could have a legion of demons and walk the earth—“

“NO!” Dean screamed, pushing Sam away. “I can never be that again! I won’t, Sam! Never again! Not for you, not for anything!”

Dean ran his hand over his face, trembling. He took a deep breath and fell against the rocks. “Sammy…I’ll always love you, you’ll always be my brother, and I’m sorry that you had to choose this and I couldn’t…I couldn’t stop you. I couldn’t prevent it. That’s my fault…I carry that.” He shook his head again, his throat tightening. “But I can’t ever – ever be that again. What I did here…just being here makes me sick. If you love me with whatever’s left of your humanity, then let me go topside.”

He raised his eyes and looked at Sam. The famous Winchester poker face covered whatever Sam was thinking.

“Not yet, Dean.” He said, softly. “Please.”

“Sam—“

“Please, Dean!” Sam said, hazel eyes wet. “I would never ask if I didn’t need you with me. Please.”

Dean bit his lip, looking away. He could never refuse his brother. When their dad put a 6-month old Sam in his arms, Dean knew that he would never be able to say no to Sam.

“Fuck…Sammy, you don’t know…” Dean looked away, shaking his head. He felt the tears push out of his eyes. He pressed the heel of his palms against his eyes, wiping them.

“I know. I do know what it’s costing you to be here, but I need you, Dean. You’re the only one who can keep me human. I feel it slipping away; I feel the darkness inside of me, pushing to come out – and I want it to come out, Dean. I need you and I promise, it’s only for a little while, and I’ll make sure you get topside before anything happens. Dean—“

“Promise me.”

Sam paused, blinking. He nodded, stepping towards him. “I promise; just stay with me for a little while and you can go back to earth. I won’t stop you – nothing will stop you. You have my word bond as Prince of Hell.”

“Anyone else – I’d never trust, but you’re my brother and you’re a Winchester, so I know you’ll keep your word,” Dean said, eyeing him. “No tricks.”

“No tricks.”

Dean closed his eyes, praying that he wasn’t making the biggest mistake ever. He didn’t think that Castiel would pull him from perdition a second time.

“Okay, Sammy. Okay.”

PART II: When in Hell…

Comments

[saintsghost.livejournal.com]

"Then I want the hell out of Hell right the hell now.”
That line rocks! ; )

[house-of-lantis.livejournal.com]

Hi. Thanks! Sometimes, I can write a good Dean worthy phrase. LOL.

Regards,

HoL