Title: One Soul Condemned To Heaven And Hell {60-60}
Author: Emono
Rating: FRM
Fandom: Supernatural/RPS
Pairings: Sam/Jared, Dean/Jensen, Castiel/Ryan
Disclaimer: I do not own the souls of J2, or Sam…or Dean…or anyone…not even my own *le sigh* It's all Kripke and McG, the lucky bastards.
Beta: gil_follower
Warnings: Post-Hell!Dean, very AU, SLASH!!, post-Season 3, Demon!Sam (sort of), whumping, angst, OOC-ness, wing-kink, SPOILERS!!!! Really bad angst

(AN: Azazel's death did not release hundreds of demons, it released thousands of powerful demons.)

It took one year.

12 months... 52 weeks... 365 days... 8760 hours... 525,000 minutes... 31,536,000 seconds...

In the end, it only took one year for the world to burn.

Upon Azazel's death, a kind of gate was broken. Not a seal, per sey, but something just as powerful. With his death, thousands of demons burst free from Hell and roamed freely upon the Earth. But before their mayhem-frolic could start, someone was there to meet them at the door.

Samuel Winchester rounded these demons, ensnarling them in their own hate and greed with promises of a human-enslaved world. Those he could not convinced were slaughtered immediately, which led to the loyalty of those too weak or too scared to take on the man. Not even two months, and he had the loyalty of every demon that was cast from Hell. It was not as hard as one would think, 96% of the demons were very apt to a master who kept a tight rein but gave them enough freedom to soothe their primal needs.

Not to mention, with Azazel's blood in his belly and with his new lack of limitations, Samuel could snap necks with a thought and smack any demon down that crossed him.

Three months, and he had his fuckin' army.

Certain people were taken care of before the human race.

Ruby was one of the first to die, though deemed so low as to be taken out by one of Sam's generals.

Alastair was ripped limb from limb over and over with the cheers of his fellow demons in his ears, life taken by Sam's hands in a display of power to his demon army.

Lilith, once Sam learned from Alastair would release Lucifer himself upon her demise, was merely imprisoned in the depths of the Earth with round-the-clock guards. She did try to escape several times. That is, until Sam not-so-kindly informed her it was either be imprisoned and tortured on earth or be imprisoned and tortured in Hell. When she spat out that Hell was the better option, Sam pulled out all the tops.

Lilith ended up entrapped in her own vessel hooked up to wires, unable to move or interact with the world around her. Couldn't blink, speak, or breath. All she could do was live.

Once all major threats were eliminated, the humans were dealt with.

Of course, it is not within the human nature to bow down to demons (of all things.) Before they openly started, the demon army took out all military bases. All special ops teams, all missile plants, all human power was taken care of in only two days. Demon's swept over the Earth, having permission from their new master to destroy any and all who appeared to be a threat to the grand scheme.

With Sam's hunter knowledge, all objects that could be used against them were plucked up and locked away deep within the Winchester's home base.

Before the week was out, humans were defenseless and only had a faint idea that something was wrong.

Sam used technology for himself, broadcasting his message to the world. Of course, people rebelled. Hell, almost everyone went into an uproar over it. Then Sam, through a demonstration of power, showed them exactly what would happen if they didn't comply.

Millions of humans died in the next six months just to prove a point.

Under the guide of Samuel Winchester, the demons beat the humans into submission. Out of the nearly 8 billion people that had populated earth, barely 3 billion survived. Higher up demons were given cities as gifts, humans mere pets for their pleasure. Small towns usually remained safe, but traveling became almost nonexistent. Old style trains were the only mean besides the rare car, for demons found great pleasure in fucking with the subway system and knocking over busses.

It would remind someone of Germany between World Wars, ruled over by a modern day Hitler.

All hunters were hunted down and slaughtered in those months. But there were pockets of rebels led by any hunters that got away, mostly small groups. Sam found them faintly amusing, but no matter what he did he could never strike them all down at once. They kept rebuilding, for more babies were birthed everyday.

There were parts of the world Sam couldn't touch, and there were

Why was Sam allowed to rise to fame so quickly? Where were his friends to stop him?

They were on the run.

The day of Azazel's death, Jared knew he couldn't do anything more and left. Thankfully, he had been able to wake up Dean and get Jensen out of the room downstairs. Together they quickly agreed, as soon as he heard the shot and the screaming, to get the hell out of Dodge. They took the Impala and left, driving until the tank ran out. They siphoned when they could, laid low when the demon swell got too much, and helped out who they thought they could save. Thanks to Jared's half-angel skills and some protective circles from the Key of Solomon (it had been left it the trunk), they stayed out of the demonic public eye.

But they weren't stupid…to go around killing demons would only attract unwanted attention.

Sam had let them go, he had needed the time to build up his power without any weaknesses.

But now he was ready, and he wanted them back.

Jensen had been captured first, found alone in a convenience store with the other two not even a hundred feet away filling up the car. Jared and Dean had gotten away by the skin of their teeth, but not for long. Leaving Jared holed up in what they had thought was a safe house, he went to try and get back his lover.

He was captured bleeding and unconscious, but alive.

()

Demon generals. Real life, fuckin' demon generals.

Jared found himself dragged into an underground base, a little bruised but otherwise unharmed. Two demon-possessed humans were holding him by his arms and leading him along. They were powerful, he could sense it, and he had been greatly outnumbered. When Dean hadn't returned, he had made the mistake of leaving the safe house.

No sooner had he done that…more than a dozen demons had swarmed down upon him.

Jared knew he could take out one of these guys, but they were generals and there were two. That, and the longer he waited, the deeper he got into this complex. It reminded him of the SGC from Stargate SG-1, only with less technology and more groups of demons hanging about and conversing. They drank, they played with the occasional human toy, they trained, they plaid strange games that involved spikes and knives.

It was disgusting, really.

Jared knew where he was going, and the end was a lot safer than the journey. Many eyes fell upon him, all could see him for what he really was. The looks ranged from hungry to hateful, but always on him. It was mostly for the half-angel thing, but for those who didn't know who he was it was strange to see someone with the Master's face.

They arrived at a large, ebony-embedded door. It was intimidating, to say the least. One of the generals let him go long enough to push open the door, revealing the room inside. Jared was pushed farther inside, the door shutting with one general standing guard on the outside and the other inside. Backs to the door, looking fit and fierce, stone-walling the exit.

The room was dome-ceiling-ed, tall walled, and ebony tile floored. There were a half-dozen more generals inside, standing along the wall. Some looked human, some not at all. They all radiated power, eyes red to indicate how high up they were on the demon food chain.

There, in the middle, a throne of sorts. Leather cushioned, plush. Upon that throne?

"Sam?" Jared breathed, eyes wide. He hadn't seen his lover since all that time ago, when he was holding a gun to Azazel's head and begging him to understand. Sam had put on some more muscle, not that he would need the physical strength. The power poured off him in thick waves, choking the half-angel with it's pungency. The power was unrightfully gained…an assault at birth, Jared's body, his blood, Azazel's death, and built up with more demon blood.

He was dressed like Angelus from Buffy, leather pants and a silk shirt. He stood from the chair, dimples flashing when he smiled. He took the steps down from his low pedestal, looking as carefree and happy as he had two years ago.

"Jay, it's so good to see you" Sam came right up to him, like it was nothing "It's been…what? A year? I've missed you every day, baby."

"You" Jared spat, anger welling up in him "What have you done?"

Sam seemed unaffected by the anger, "I've done what no one else has."

"All this is wrong, and you know it."

"Do you know what would have happened if I wouldn't have interfered?" Sam sneered, clearly displeased "These demons would have been unleashed without a leader, to roam free and torture whoever they came in contact with. Lilith was planning so much more than we realized. She was going to bring about the Apocalypse!"

Jared scoffed weakly, "And how is that any different from what you've done?"

"The world is a big place, and I have many enemies" Sam sighed, displeasure turning to melancholy "Even after a year, there are great enemies lurking and places uncharted. I'll need my family behind me."

"Your family?" something sparked inside Jared "What did you do to the others?"

"Well…" Sam sighed in a nonchalant way.

That kind of off-hand attitude pissed Jared off. Nile green irises shined brightly, his very skin seeming to glow as his power rose.

Sam made a slicing motion through the air, the glow fading abruptly. Jared choked and sputtered, taking a step back and clutching his stomach as if he'd been sucker punched.

"Now isn't a good time to try that, love" Sam tisked "I hold the power here."

One of the generals spoke up, "My Lord, the angel is back."

No sooner were the words spoken, the doors opened.

Jared's head was spinning, "Castiel?"

The angel's clothes were stained in blood that was not his own, eyes cold now as he approached. He took his place at the base of the pedestal, facing them with his hands deep in his pockets.

Sam cocked his head at the angel, "You were successful?"

Castiel's lips quirked in a cynical smile, "More than a dozen of them, dead."

"Good" Sam turned back to Jared, enjoying his lover's shocked expression "What? Did you think Heaven abandoned the humans? No, no…they are pissed at what I'd done. They've been trying to save this pathetic world for quite some time."

Jared paled, "The only thing that can kill an angel…is another angel."

"Yeah, Cass decided to join me" Sam shrugged "What can I say? Heaven really fucked him over."

"But you…" Jared met the angel's eyes "Castiel, you can't do this. He was going to kill your lover!"

The raven haired angel's tensed, "I'm taking my revenge on Heaven, Jared. One angel at a time."

"Having Castiel on my side as allowed me to get as far as I have" Sam pointed out "But his help won't be enough to seize complete control. I also need my brother as my second…thanks to my connection with you, I found all three of you in one go."

"What have you done with him?"

Sam chuckled, glancing at Castiel, "He wants to know what we've done with Dean and Jensen."

Castiel looked mildly amused.

"There being held here, being…reconditioned, so to speak."

"Dean won't join you" Jared stated with absolute certainty "He's a good man."

"Oh, he'll come around" Sam's eyes flashed "I've got a pretty big bargaining chip."

Jared's breath caught, "Dean wouldn't stand for you hurting Jensen, that'll turn him against you faster than anything else."

"We both know how pretty Jen is, how temping he is" Sam looked so damn smug over this "So does Dean. And if I threaten to let some of the Scum have a taste of him…"

Jared looked to Castiel, "You wouldn't let that, right?"

Castiel tilted his head thoughtfully, "I will…take away all memories of any harm that may come to him as we're convincing Dean to join us."

The half-angel looked between them, "Oh God, you're monsters…both of you."

"Jay…"

"Don't 'Jay', me" Jared started to walk away, but the man seized his forearm and pulled him back "Let me go, Sam!"

"No."

"Let me go!" the half-angel thrashed, but the grip was firm "What do you want from me?"

"I want your wings" Sam pulled him close, whispering into his ear "Show me your wings, Jay. I miss the sight of them…the way they're darkened for me and only me."

Being this close, Sam's scent washing over him, he couldn't deny him anything. His eyes lit up, his t-shirt and dark overshirt ripping and threading under the force of his wings. The ruined material fell to the ground, several demons looking on in awe as the silky feathers unfolded and caught the light brilliantly.

Jared gave a little gasp against his lover's neck, the ache very faint and disappearing quickly.

"My beautiful angel" Sam breathed, nuzzling the other's cheek "I want you to join me."

Jared pulled away, shaking his head, "I can't, Sam. I just…can't. Everything in me says this is wrong."

Sam frowned at this, "If you're not with me, you're against me. You realize that, don't you?"

"Only evil deals in absolutes."

Before Jared could even contemplate a way to get out of there, Sam lunged. He seized his lover by the throat, backing him up until he hit the nearby wall. He was pushed up it, feet arching to accommodate the height. Sam's eyes were pure pitch now, his grip unforgiving. Jared gasped desperately, his wings thrashing loudly against the solid wall.

The glow of his eyes faded as the Winchester asserted his power, smothering him with it.

"S-Sam…?"

"You will join me" Sam stated, not an inch of yield in his tone "Or have you forgotten just where you are? This place is crawling with demons, and you are a half-angel. You're like candy to these things."

Jared caught a glimpse of silver on his lover's wrist, their bond still there even after all this time.

Hope

Sam let him slide back down the wall, staring into his lover's teary eyes, "One word, and they'll devour you

by the handful. I could pass you around like a party favor, and they would simply destroy all that you are. Another word, and they'll keep you alive…but that doesn't mean I can't let them play with you a bit."

Once the Winchester released his throat, Jared crumbled to his knees. His wings drooped dishearteningly, tears slicking his cheeks at the words. He tried not to sniffle and sob, he didn't want to give them the satisfaction. He was highly aware of the demons watching on either side of him, further down the wall and just observing. He felt naked and vulnerable, he started trembling.

This wasn't what he wanted when he sat down in front of Sam in that coffee shop in LA. He never thought it would end up like this, he never wished for any of this. He didn't want to damn the world! Why didn't any of those people warn him? Why had Ryanimay decided to be so cryptic?

Surely someone had seen this coming?

And what had become of everyone he had cared about? What had happened to his family? Jensen's family? Chris? Kripke? Missouri Moseley? Bobby?

Had Sam killed them all?

Jared just nodded, unable to speak past the swelling of his throat.

"You're mine" Sam smiled triumphantly, reaching down and carding his fingers through soft honey hair "I'm going to take care of you now, Jay. Keep you safe in the way I couldn't before. Because I love you."

Jared choked on a sob, "What is left in you to love?"

"Don't be bitter, lovely" the black hadn't receded from his lover's eyes, and he wasn't sure it ever would again. A wide palm settled on the back of his neck, and with a firm pull Jared rose to his feet. Sam took his mouth in a kiss, pressing flush against him.

Jared's wings rustled in protest, but folded behind him in contempt.

The kiss tasted hollow, all passion cold now.

"Come" Sam placed a strong hand in the dip of his lover's back, leading him to a hidden door in the very back of the room. There were symbols burned into it's surface, symbols that lit up when they approached. If Jared red them right, they were there to keep out all demons from this particular area. Sam opened it and slipped them both inside, it slammed shut behind them with just a thought. The hall was made of polished onyx and led to a circular room, a bright blue circle drawn on every inch of the floor.

"I made this room as soon as I found this place" Sam led him down the hall by his arm firmly "I knew you'd come back to me."

"Sam, what are you doing?" Jared's heart sped up "I agreed. I'll do whatever you want, stay by your side, let you have my blood, whatever you need from me."

"Shh, baby, this is just a precaution" Sam turned and placed a chaste kiss on his forehead, his cheek, his lips "Until I can trust you to sit at my feet and not run away, you'll just have to stay here. I don't want you broken, but you must yield to me and me alone."

Jared found himself shoved forward. As soon as he passed the line of the circle, he felt every ounce of power he had drained from him. He dropped to his knees, wings limp on the ground. The azure glow bathed him, casting ghostly shadows over his body.

"What is this?" he whispered, not able to manage much more.

"Shh, sweetheart" Sam cooed, though he stood there and did nothing to offer comfort "It's an angelic binding circle. You're going to stay here when I can't watch you every moment. I have a very important gathering soon, and I can't afford you getting any bright ideas while I'm in front of my allies."

Jared gave a pathetic whimper, the blue light burning into his retinas.

Sam knelt down on one knee, reaching out and catching his lover's chin between his thumb and index finger. He lifted his head, those beautiful eyes meeting his own.

"How long you stay here depends on how sweet you'll be for me" Sam informed him, smiling warmly "I love you, Jared."

Sam stood and left without another word or look back, disappearing down the hall and out the door in only a few seconds. Jared felt so weak, all he could do was carefully lay himself out on his side. He curled up his long body in a fetal position, letting his eyes flutter shut so he didn't have to look at the harsh blue light and the darkness of the walls.

If Jared had opened his eyes again, he would have seen the shadows of his darkened wings displayed on the ground. But he could feel the weight draped down across his shoulder, at the bend of his elbow, and could feel the harsh cold of the floor beneath the limb he knew wasn't physically there. If he concentrated hard enough -which only made him dizzy at this point- he could feel the same cold beneath the fold of his other wing while the shadow showed it behind him.

This wasn't what he wanted, this wasn't what he had meant to happen. But he would just have to suck it up and go along with it, and hopefully see Jensen soon. Maybe if he couldn't stop what his lover was doing, he could try to make it up to his best friend. No matter what he said or thought, the siren song of power would eventually get to Dean.

Then both Winchester's would be lost.

Jared dragged his wrist closer with all the energy he had, icy metal touching his trembling lower lip.

…broken hope…

Silent tears stained his cheeks.

"…what have I done?"

The End

It's all about us
(Song: "All About Us" by TATU)

(AN: Well, that's it. Five months of my life there for you on paper. Things I've seen, experienced, felt…all conducted through these characters. I won't say it was enjoyable, but it truly was consuming. I guess I'll have to go back to the real world now. I hate that it's over, and I'm taken by a fist of melancholy. I don't want it to be over. This was written during my last half of junior year and ended halfway through my summer, so it's a strange time for me. When I started this, I'd barley seen four episodes of Supernatural. Now? I own all three seasons and soon I'll own the fourth, and I've seen a lot more than is really healthy. I've also written half a dozen small Supernatural based fics. The day I finished this story (not posted, but finished writing to it) was the day Michael Jackson died. It is ten minutes till midnight, so I can say that. And it's storming, how perfect is that? The thunder's so loud I nearly screamed on that last bout. So here's five months of my life, and I hope you f-ing enjoyed it. I hope someone does.)