Oods are our friends Informed me the Height difference of Sam and Harry so I changed it. He is still short, but I like a short Harry.

The Devil's Love

The room was dark a table was set up with various instruments were set up that could only be for one thing, torture. Another table was set up with straps set up to hold something, or someone down. The sides of the walls and the floor were pitch black, but there was liquid on them, and mildew on the hard cold black stone.

A boy, or better yet a very young man who had just joined the ranks of men lay on the ground, holding himself up by his elbows. He had been thrown there by none other than the devil himself. Blood seeped out of his mouth. He was bleeding all over his body from deep, and some slightly lethal wounds. On the left side of his forehead was a lightning bolt scar.

"I don't know why you don't just give into me my love, Harry" I would give you anything," Lucifer sighed as he picked the 5'2" man by his shirt.

Harry tried not to, but he whimpered in pain.

Lucifer kissed his forehead, "I don't like hurting you, you are my mate, and sooner or later you will give in. I will make you mine!"

"No!"

"And don't try anything, you can't get out of this, like Sam, I'll just bring you back when you die."

Lucifer's own body was falling apart, because his vessel could not handle Lucifer's own power.

"Sam and Dean, my real mate and my brother will stop you."

Lucifer laughed, "Sam will give into me, he is mine, just as you are. Dean, well Dean will be dealt with later. And your already love Sam, first part of my plan is in effect. You can't not be with him, you are drawn to him, like a moth to flame. He is part of me, and I him; He is just as much your mate as I am. And when I have you both I'll have my heir. My own boy or girl."

"Fuck You," Harry spit in the man, or fallen angel's face. Blood mixed with saliva oozed on the devil's face.

"Now, that , was not very nice," He growled softly as he wiped the mixture off his face, "I guess it's time to convince you some more."

With that he threw Harry on the table, not even bothering to strap him on, Harry could barely move.

With one thrust his hand was in the wound in Harry's stomach, Harry screamed. Just as he did so his face shifted to that of his soon to be brother-in-law, Dean Winchester

Harry woke with a start, gasping for air. He was completely covered with sweat. His whole body was screaming in pain.

He was wrapped up in Sam's arms.

"What's wrong Harry," Sam kneaded his shoulders. Harry whimpered in the pain it gave him.

"Shh…it's alright," Sam said softly hugging Harry gently, not knowing the pain he was giving him.

"I am ok, just got to use the restroom," he untangled himself from Sam.

Sam started to follow, but Harry shook his head indicating he should stay.

"What's up," asked Dean. He was worried the last couple weeks Harry had been avoiding touching him. It hurt his feelings, though he said nothing; he wasn't big on feelings. He sighed softly, and leaned back into his own bed.

"I wish he would just tell us what's wrong," Sam mumbled

"Me too,"

In the bathroom Harry cried softly. He hurt so bad, Lucifer just would not leave him alone. How could he be the devil's mate? How long could he hide this from Dean and Sam?