Author's Note: Merry Christmas! This is my gift to the fandom. I promised I'd put the prologue up before 2010 so here it is. Sorry for the wait. Enjoy!

Ps: This story diverts from cannon after season 4, so it's set in an AU season 5.

Prologue

Dean is bored. Who would have thought being The Lord of Hell would be so dull? Dean's been in charge for s few months and he's fallen into a mind numbingly boring routine. He would spent most of the morning (or what passed for morning down here) sitting in an uncomfortable chair in the stuffy throne room listening to groups of lower level demons alternate between bitching about things Dean really didn't giving a crap about and shamelessly kissing his ass, which got real old real fast.

After that he meets with a bunch of upper-class demonic "advisers" in the tacky war room that looks like a set straight out of an old B movie. The demons crowd around offering him "advice" on how to take down heaven or some bullshit like that (he's doesn't really pay attention anymore). He doesn't know why they even wasted his time; it wasn't like he is ever going to listen to them. He hadn't exactly been the 'Dear Abby' type when he was fully human. He wasn't going to go around listening to some demonic bastards now.

Before he ruled hell he'd hated demons with a passion. Now that he ruled them, he just found the black-eyed creatures annoying.

Dean is relieved when a platoon of demons interrupts his morning snore-fest with an announcement from the battle field.

"My lord" their self-appointed leader begins. "My most glorious and beneficent master of the blazing inferno I greet you with news that I hope will please you." He's one of the biggest ass kissers down here.

"Yes, yes get on with it. Quit groveling already" Dean replies. "Keep it short."A look of irritation flashes across the demon's face but he complies.

"My lord we have captured an angel."

"Oh yeah?" Dean asked. That could make for an interesting afternoon.

"Yes master. We have restrained his powers and are preparing to interrogate him," the demon informs him. It's obvious that he's looking for a reward of some kind. "It is the creature you knew before you ascended to the position of our lord, the angel called Castiel." The last part is added as an afterthought.

"Cas? You captured Cas!?" Dean asks. The demons nod. "I want to interrogate him myself. Bring him here."

It takes only a few moments of frantic movement and harsh whispers for his orders to be carried out. Castiel is half-led, half-dragged into the room. The angel's hands are chained in front of him by manacles that look appear to be made of bone. They emit an ominous glow making it obvious that Castiel is bound by more than just the physical cuffs.

Castiel looks as though he did not go quietly. Some parts of his trench coat looks like an angry cat got to it as well as having an area near the bottom burned away. His shirt and pants have several holes in them that look as though they were made by knives. Nearly everything seems torn or splashed with blood.

As they approach the throne, Cas is shoved to the floor. The demons then attach his chains to a metal ring set into the floor forcing the angel to kneel at Dean's feet. A look of surprise with just a hint of betrayal flash across Castiel's features before shifting into a look of defiance. Dean suppresses a smile; despite his appearance, the angel is far from broken.

The demons filling the throne room crowd around the captured angel like hungry sharks who have smelt blood in the water. They are eager to see what sort of torture Dean will inflict upon him. Dean is aware of them and what they want him to do but he has other plans. He puts on his best Lord of Hell voice and orders them all out.

Dean waits until all the demons are gone before letting his terrify demon lord persona drop. He approaches the angel cautiously, like a wounded wild animal. He'd had trouble anticipating Castiel's actions before but, with this most recent turn of events, he had no clue how his lover (probably ex-lover now) would react. Dean is surprised when the warrior of God speaks before he has a chance.

"This will be a waste of your time, Lucifer," the angel states coldly. "I am not going to break, no matter what vessel you have taken." The last part of this statement is particularly bitter, as if he perceives this choice to be a personal insult. Dean is taken back.

"Cas this isn't a vessel, this is me. It's Dean." Dean tries to explain. Cas stares at him the cold defiance replaced by hot anger. He speaks as slowly and deliberately as usual but there is fire in his eyes.

"Why do you dare to mock me with these lies? You are Lucifer, the Prince of Deceit, not the man I rescued from hell. Dean Winchester is gone."

"Did your two-faced junkless bosses tell you that?!" Dean hisses becoming frustrated. Castiel responds with stubborn silence. "They are the ones who lied Cas. Lucifer didn't take me over. I AM Lucifer, always was I guess. It was just locked away inside of me. Sammy set it free but, it didn't change me much. I'm still Dean Winchester. I'm still craving a nice juicy hamburger the greasier the better, I miss drivin' my baby on the open highway with Metallica blasting from the stereo, and most of all I really, really want to have sex with you." By the end of Dean's speech he is down on one knee in front of Castiel with his hand on the angel's shoulder staring straight into his eyes. Castiel the heat of Dean's body so close to him is overwhelming. It takes all of his willpower to keep himself from leaning into Dean's touch. It's been nearly six months since Castiel was led to believe that his lover had been possessed by Lucifer, that he was as good as dead. He'd missed him and mourned his loss. Now here he is so warm and inviting and alive.

Castiel looks through Dean's eyes and into his soul. In some ways it seems altered in some ways, like a photo taken through a colored lens, but in other ways it looks like the soul that he rescued from the pit over a year ago. He'd been so broken but, Castiel had still fallen in love with him the moment he laid eyes on him. He can sense Lucifer's presence but he and Dean are intertwined so tightly that Cas can barely tell where one ends and the other begins.

It feels like Dean is telling the truth. It feels like Dean is still Dean. It feels like he has his lover back.

Castiel gives in to what he so desperately wants. He leans forward and captures Dean's lips with his own. They kiss passionately with all the pent up energy from months of loneliness and worry. Dean's hands run through Castiel's short hair, touching and sometimes grabbing it as if it will keep him from falling apart. Their lips break apart as Dean's lips find a new place to explore, Castiel's neck. Dean alternatively licks and nips the place where the angel's neck meets his shoulders. Castiel closes his eyes and savors the sensations invoked by the lover he thought he'd lost.

Dean lifts his head. He is panting slightly.

"Bedroom?" he asks the angel. Castiel nods. Any attempt at speaking would probably come out indecipherable.

Dean places his hand above the cuffs around Castiel's wrists and concentrates. The cuffs fall to the floor with a quiet thump.

"There's always time for bondage later" Dean jokes as he leads Castiel through a doors hidden under an ornate and into his private quarters.

As they enter the room it's obvious that, unlike the previous room, Dean had decorated it himself. It has the same basic layout as the hotel rooms that Castiel always found the Winchesters in but, seems to be full of more personal touches. There are Metallica posters covering the walls. One shelf is filled with Dean's favorite DVDs. There's a classic car magazine lying on the floor.

Dean leads Castiel to his bed. They collapse onto it in a tangle of limbs with Dean on top. The bed may not be very ornate but it is large and comfy.

They begin kissing again as Dean strips off first his own clothes and then Castiel's, casually tossing them to the floor. He grabs his lube from the side table and spreads it over his fingers. He nudges Castiel's knees apart, gaining sight of the angel's tight hole. He slowly begins to work one finger into Castiel. He has to move slowly to allow Castiel's body to become used to him again after their separation.

Castiel gasps every time Dean touches his prostate. Dean takes his time adding a second and finally a third finger. By the time Dean feels that Castiel is stretched enough the angel is making soft needy noises that make Dean hard.

Dean quickly slicks up his cock up before lining up with Castiel's well streached opening. He pushes all the way in with one slow thrust and then stays there just barely touching the angel's special spot. He waits, allowing the angel to adjust. Castiel's breath is hitched and filled with quiet moans. Dean can tell that the stillness is driving the angel crazy so he is merciful and begins to thrust slowly.

Castiel rarely says anything during sex but, he does make a lot of noises. Each noise signifies something and Dean has learned the meaning of every one. He savors them all.

Castiel's hands run up and down along Dean's back as his lover thrusts inside him. Dean's right hand pumps Castiel's cock in the same rhythm as his thrusts. The other hand strokes the angel's nipples.

Confessions and words of love spill from Dean's lips as he continues to pump into Castiel's body.

"Missed you," he tells him between kisses and small love bites on his throat. "Ached for you. Tore me up inside. Thought I lost you, never going to see you again. Thought you would hate me. Can't hate me. Would kill me if you hated me. Now you're here. You're back. You belong here, with me, under me, like this." Castiel moans every time Dean presses his lips to Castiel's neck.

Dean speeds up his thrusts as they both approach orgasm. All it takes is a few nips to the sensitive area on his neck and Castiel is coming with a loud moan. The ripple of pleasure that sends through the flesh surrounding Dean's cock brings him to orgasm as well.

They collapse on the bed sticky with come. Dean grabs his shirt from the floor and cleans them off the best he can. They just lie wrapped together in silence a while. Dean is just savoring the feel of his lover but, Castiel's mind is racing.

"Ok what's wrong?" Dean asks. Castiel opens his mouth to reply. "And don't say it's nothing because you're a crappy liar." Castiel sighs.

"I'm concerned about what is to come. What are you planning to do?" Castiel inquires.

"About what?"

"The war, your enemies in heaven, your dominion over the pit, the impending apocalypse…" he trails off. 'Our relationship' goes unsaid but Dean can tell that Castiel wants to ask about it.

"Nothing" Dean replies. Castiel gives him his patented head tilt of confusion so Dean clarifies. "The war Zachariah and his little friends want me to fight them which will destroy everything and bring about the end of days, right?" Castiel nods. 'Well, I'm not going to fight them. I like the earth. Earth is fun. I'm not going to help him destroy it." Castiel nods.

"That will be unexpected. They will try to force your hand but, if you can resist them, it may avert the apocalypse" Castiel states.

"Exactly" Dean agrees. "As I see it, the angel's are supposed to be the good guys but they aren't exactly doing a good job of it. That leaves the position open for us. We can be the good guys and any demon who doesn't like it can kiss his ass goodbye." Castiel visibly relaxes at this statement.

"And as for the two of us, Dean continues using his best 'Dean Winchester sexy voice'. I'm going to remain the King of hell and you can be my queen."

Castiel rolls his eyes but, doesn't resist when Dean pulls him into a kiss.

An: That's just the prologue. The rest of the story deals more with Sam's reaction to Lucifer!Dean although there is no Wincest and at least one more Dean/Cas sex scene (Cas is still present as Dean's boy friend). I have a few chapters written but, I need to do some editing. Chapter 1 will be up by the end of January, I promise. So stay tuned. Well I'm off to my Grandmother's house (not yay), I hope you all have a Merry Christmas! Until next time : )