Carry on My Wayword Son (for kitten)

[Lorie]

In a sterile white room furnished with a lumpy mattress on a creaky metal framed, a sturdy wooden desk, and equally sturdy desk chair sat a shadow of a man wrapped tight in a straitjacket. This broken creature had been a genius child, an aspiring lawyer, and one of the most renown hunters of the supernatural. Sadly this man was he who saved the world and was broken for it.

Sam Winchester was on day five of not sleeping and day twelve of consuming nothing but fluids. He had been dropped off at the mental ward...Sam couldn’t even remember. It felt like days but the once boy king of hell was sure he’d just been sitting on this bed struggling against the horrors if his mind let loose by the crumbled wall Death had installed and Castiel turned to dust for mere hours. Every time heavy eyes closed and sleep inched close Lucifer would chuck a firecracker at him, the thud against his shoulder and sharp noise so real now, Sam would flinch into full awareness and the circle would start again. At current the fallen angel was jabbering on about how adorable Sammy looked in his pretty new jacket.

Much as the broken hunter wanted his big brother to rescue him, tell him everything was going to be alright, Sam knew what a danger he had become. He couldn’t trust anything. Not even that Dean was Dean...which had been the only thing Sam had ever truly relied on in his entire life. So with hope dwindling a once phenomenal hunter withered away in yet another hospital for the insane. Only Sam understood he wasn’t being warehoused here but waiting out a slow and agonizing death.

[Kitten]

Crowley, current King of Hell, dusted off his suit coat as he appeared outside the room of one Sam Winchester. The demon had been keeping tabs on the Winchesters ever since their pet Angel had coughed up a whole belly full of the oldest evil known to man. When the Leviathan's decided not to play ball, Crowley had made it his personal goal to keep the only people who seemed capable of killing the things firmly in his sights.

The dark eyed demon apparently hadn't been looking in on the two hunters often enough, he hadn't realized how badly the taller man had been deteriorating. His goal coming here had been to torment the big lummox a little, maybe warn him to stop messing around with little fish and get on with fighting the big bad.

Seeing him now however, Crowley didn't have it in him. Being a demon meant he'd seen the very worst and lowest point a person could be at, and Sam seemed to be pretty firmly at rock bottom. He looked so scared and tired, he looked so defeated that even the King of Hell couldn't stop himself from walking into the little cell and kneeling down to be eye level with the crazed hunter.

"Oh Samantha, I knew you were lacking in fashion sense" the demon king kept his voice low and very deliberately moved the others face to look him in the eyes. "This however, how very gauche."

[Lorie]

Omni colored eyes circled with dark rings beheld the current king of hell, the imagined Lucifer hissing from his place on the desk, and a low pitiful groan bubbled up from Sam’s throat. So delusional was he that now Crowley was appearing at his knight in shining three-piece-suit? Face, that once had a healthy tan glow but now looked ashen thanks to the paleness of Sam’s mental illness, turned away form the supposed figment of his imagination. Winchester the taller but possibly no longer larger thanks to the rapid weight lose accompanying this trip through hell sighed, “go away.” Closing those tired eyes tight Sam willed the demon to have vanished but when he opened them again there Crowley was.

So this is happening. Sam’s brain is leaking out the bazar sexual desire he’d been keeping at bay since being burned by Ruby. Well at least it wasn’t real. “Alright.” he huffed rolling head of still lush brown hair so he was once again looking at the king of the crossroads. “If this it were insanity has brought me...” Sam trailed off only to jerk suddenly nearly toppling over thanks to his arms being restricted by the straitjacket. Not that Sam couldn’t break out of the restraining device if he really wanted. It just required popping his shoulder out of it’s socket. Since Sam was surrounded by people created by his crazy brain though it was not just useless but hazardous to do so simply for freedom of movement for a few painful minutes. “The pain might send these dicks away.” the Winchester reasoned, “course they’ll be right back the moment I’m doped up with sedatives.” he argued as though mutilating himself was a buy-able course of action to be rid of his hallucinations. Course that is what worked before?

[Kitten]

"No Moose," Crowley murmured as he invaded the others personal space once more, running his hand through Sam's hair. He looked so sick and lost, this place wasn't going to make the lanky man better, it was just going to keep him from messing up anyone else's life until he slowly withered away. "I'm not going anywhere I don't think."

The dark haired demon sat up on the thin hospital cot and considered what he should do here. He briefly wondered how the task of helping out his sometime enemy had fallen to him, of all the 'heroes' who stood by the now alarmingly skinny Winchester, no one else had shown up in his hour of dire need.

"The pain?" Crowley leaned over to take the too thin face in his hand again. "Pain can make the bad dreams go away?" He was speaking mostly to himself, obviously Sam was well past the point of making much sense when he spoke. Dark eyes looked into crazed ones thoughtfully, he couldn't really beat the other, it would be cruel and even Crowley wasn't that kind of cruel.

"Alright Samantha. Why don't you stand up for me hm?" The dark haired demon King started to pull the other up from his crouched position on the floor.

[Lorie]

Crowley’s hands, first in his hair then on his face, felt real enough but Sam had been touched by Lucifer in the past. His dilutions had just gotten that strong. But why would Crowley be touching Sam with anything resembling affection the broken man wondered idle. Already knowing the answer the tall brunette just shook his head. Why not imagine the king of hell was lovingly stroking his hair? Sam is a freak in all fields of life but he excelled at being messed up in his love life. If Sam’d been bold, or stupid, enough to act on his desires before he started skipping merrily down the lane of insanity Crowley would have been demon lover number three.

Yes, Sam was counting the one week he and Brady experimented with each other in college after his friend came back possessed. Granted Sam didn’t know at the time he was sleeping with a demon but did that really matter in the grand scheme of things.

Sighing heavily the hunter gave Crowley a critical look as the demon pulled him to stand on shaky legs. “You’re not real.” he informed as though the shorter man didn’t know, “I mean there is a real Crowley out there, probably eating babies for fun, but you are a figment of my imagination.” somehow Sam believed that if he told the illusion that it was one this strange almost wet-dream would end. Only it didn’t look to be going away.

[Kitten]

Crowley shook his head at the others babbling. "Eating babies was really more Lilith's thing." He said softly, certain that the other probably couldn't even hear him over whatever was going on under that shaggy brown hair. "You'll understand if I leave the jacket on yeah? You're still almost seven feet of demon ass kicker."

Without waiting to hear what Sam had to say about it, Crowley helped the hunter over his lap. "You think that pain can help you return to the real world, we'll try it. A little unorthodox maybe, but I think this is the best option. Won't break any bones at least."

The hospital pants slid down Sam's shrunken hips with ease. "Don't fight me, I'm doing this for you. Believe it or not." He brought his hand up and back down with a SMACK! On the the others unprotected backside.

[Lorie]

Between Crowley manhandling him and Lucifer complaining that Sammy never let him get that close without putting up a fight the insane hunter couldn’t resist what was happening to his physical body. That was until Sam’s tall frame was draped over knees that felt much to real for Sam to continue his disbelief. Then his pants came down and color came to ashen face. Sam was familiar with this position. It had been a while but one never forgets being put over a knee for a good dose of discipline.

From the desk, with a perfect view of his naked ass, Lucifer cheered happily. “Why didn’t I ever think of doing this to you while we were roomies in the cage?” the illusion of the archangel queried. The moment the first smack fell Sam heard a skip in the creator of demons’ forever going commentary. When he returned Lucifer let out a low whistle, “way to go usurper.” Luci called, “make that cute butt cherry red.”

Tugging against the straitjacket Sam struggled to get off Crowley’s lap and end this embarrassment. “Fine, you’re the real Crowley.” Sam shouted, “and you don’t eat babies.” he added in some crazed attempt to sooth the demon that had him in this vulnerable position. Of course with every application of that firm hand to his rear made the hissing dilution of Lucifer shutter, like a malfunctioning television set, and quiet some. But Sam wasn’t going to admit that this was actually helping to the man...demon...that was actually spanking him.

[Kitten]

Crowley kept the other in place with ease, even if he hadn't had the physical strength of a demon, the overwrought Winchester was simply no match for him strength wise. He gripped the buckles of the straitjacket more firmly and kept his hand moving on the others upturned ass. SMACK SMACK SMACKSMACK!

"That's wonderful Moose, as well as correct." He nodded his agreement as he kept a hard and fast pace. "Now," SMACK SMACK WHACK! "Why don't you tell me," WHACK SLAP SMACK! "When Lucifer takes his leave." THWACK SMACK SLAPSLAPSLAP!

He continued to tenderize the reddening globes with no sign of stopping.

[Lorie]

“You are going to have to hit him a lot harder then that to be rid of me salesman.” Lucifer chortled from his position leaning forward on the desk. Of course Sam only figured this because the fallen archangel’s voice seemed closer. The more Crowley’s hand descended upon Sam’s butt though the more the falters in Lucifer constant dialog increased. “Why?” the hunter gasped against the powerful sting prickling his rear. Ever the curious one even in his mentally deteriorated state Sam needed to know the reasoning behind everything. Even while getting his ass beat.

[Kitten]

Crowley couldn't help but laugh at the ever wondrous Sam Winchester. It didn't matter that the man was currently stuck in some mental hospital, forced into a straitjacket and slowly withering from the inside out, he still wanted to understand what was happening and why.

"You know Moose," the demon King started to speak again as he tipped the big Hunter forward to get at the underside of his bottom. "Your inability to go with the flow is why you'll never be happy." He continued to speak, slowly rubbing the sting away from the flesh he was putting through the works.

"Now how is this working for you? Do I need to, as they say, step it up a notch?" It didn't matter what the big brown haired man said, the small paddle was already in the King's hand, and he was going to put it to good use until he could get some sincere tears going in the others eyes.