Sam is the king of hell, and his subjects fear him,
naturally. They avoid his clear-eyed stare, and cower as he voices his demands
from his throne; they tremble when he enters the room.
However, there’s one another creature they fear more.
His brother, his lifeguard, his consort, his lover.
Dean, the Knight of Hell, who never leaves the king’s
side.
Black-eyed Dean is the most ruthless, merciless
creature to have ever walked through the gates of hell, and if he detects even
the slightest indication that someone’s loyalty towards Sam wavers even in the
faintest way, he eliminates them.
Whenever Sam speaks to his subjects, Dean’s eyes
narrows as he watches the crowd intently. He watches them all; whose gaze is
the least revering? Who ceases to applaud the king first?
He takes them back to the most gruesome place; the heart of hell – Sam is rumored to
have affectionally named the dungeon “the Concert hall”, because the screams
Dean produces in that place constantly echoes like a never-ending, ghastly
symphony in there.
Sam’s fingers are loosely curled around Dean’s throat,
pushing him up against the wall of the dungeon. Torches crackles around them,
and Dean’s green eyes looks like gems in the yellow light. Dean smells of exhilaration
and violence, and Sam smiles softly.
“Are you enjoying yourself, brother?”
Dean’s teeth gleams when he smiles, his fingers
gripping Sam’s wrist. “They make such pretty noises,” he gasps, as Sam kisses
his neck, gently grazing his teeth across Dean’s jugular.
“Not as pretty as the noises you can do,” Sam
whispers, his hot breath fanning all over Dean’s neck. “Finish him off,” he
orders, thigh pressing against Dean’s hardening cock. “Need to fuck you, Dean.”
“Yeah,” Dean nods, pulls out his blade, and beheads
the demon chained to the wall; who’s long ago passed out from the torture.
Dean chest heaves. “He was caught mocking your choice
of consort.”
Sam stares down at the severed head, a small smile
tugging at the corners of his mouth. “A fellow of infinite jest,” he mumbles,
reaching out to thread his fingers through Dean’s hair.
the boy king’s demons aren’t allowed to close deals with underage kids anymore, but that doesn’t mean kids aren’t still trying. the demons never show, but within a week of a teenager burying a Altoids tin of graveyard dirt at a crossroads, the kid’s problems always disappear under mysterious and inexplicable circumstances
A summoned demon could appear anywhere in the vicinity of the crossroads, so Sam made sure to stay behind a tree, obscured from the sight of this kid. Sam noticed he was rather small, his shape obscured by the baggy, oversized clothes he wore. His hair just fell past his ears in uneven cuts, and his hands endlessly trembled and fidgeted together.
“Come on!” The kid cried out. “Just show yourself, please!” No matter how much this kid pleaded, Sam couldn’t negotiate with him. He refused to allow children to offer their souls to demons. It was only this time that Sam even bothered showing up at the crossroads in the first place.
“We don’t have enough money to last us until next year-..” the kid trailed off, hesitantly stepping back. “We could get enough money, a-and then have one less mouth to feed.” Sam almost felt something in the last working corner of his heart. God damn these kids and their willingness to sacrifice themselves. No wonder he forbid deals with them.
Sam rubbed his chin slowly, deep in thought. He wouldn’t let this selfless kid throw himself to the hounds for the sake of his family. He didn’t deserve it. And he didn’t deserve to have to struggle to get by with his family, either.
There was extreme irony in calling it a blessing. Angels never thought of rewarding resilient souls for their troubles, and demons never felt like offering their services for free. But if God was going to turn a blind eye to the Kennedy family in their time of need, then Sam would provide the intervention they deserved, whether it be divine or not.
I saw this beautiful statue of Lucifer and wanted to draw it as Boyking!Sam. I imitated the picture very closely, but changed a few things: the wings, horns, didn’t put a bite in the apple, closed his eyes, and did not put a tear on his left cheek.
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