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To say Sam was mildly confused would be an understatement. He had no idea why demons were popping in asking when he was going to start ordering them around or why they asked if he wanted the paperwork. Or why they were calling him “m’lord.” Heck, he couldn’t even find out how the demons were getting into the bunker!

He eventually asked them, “Why are you coming to me about all of this!?”

“Because you’re the new king of H***. You declared it yourself, don’t you realize?” One demon explained.

“I said that there would be no new king. Not that I am the king,” he responded, even more confused.

“But you also said any demon who tried would have to get through you first. That’s the same as declaring yourself king!” Another demon piped up.

“This is all a huge misunderstanding. That was unintentional! I meant that anyone trying would get killed!” The tired hunter attempted to explain.

“Would you prefer to be called the Chief of H***?” A third demon asked, who, like all the rest, had completely missed the point.

Sam facepalmed. “NO! I’m not the king – or chief – of H***! I’m a hunter. And how are you guys getting in here anyway?”

“Someone left the door unlocked, and another lost their keys and we didn’t bother to return them when we came across them,” the second demon explained.

Due to the amount of sheer stupidity and his overwhelming tiredness, a sleep-deprived Sam just let his head hit the table, which was drowning in papers and books. Lifting his head, he stood up to walk out of the room.

“Where are you going chief?” The third demon asked, confused. Why is he denying his status? was the unsaid question shared between them all.

“I’m getting a coffee, because there is no way I’m hearing you guys right!” He yelled back. Why do they insist that I’m the king?

The second demon disappeared, then reappeared with coffee. “Here chief!” he exclaimed proudly.

Sam looked sceptical, “This isn’t poisoned, right?”

The demon looked shocked. “Why would I try poisoning my leader!?”

“Because I’m a hunter,” Sam said slowly. It felt like he was trying to explain things to a toddler.

“So? You also declared yourself king.” Demon 1 pointed out yet again.

As if he was waiting to make an entrance – and maybe he was – Castiel chose then to enter the room. “If you guys really want to be helpful towards your new king, tell all demons to keep an eye out for Dean Winchester. And if they do see him, they are to report to Sam immediately. It would be be helpful to me, er, him, no, wait, to all of us, if we could locate him.”

“Really? Let’s get going and tell the others what we should be doing!” Demon 2 announced in a chipper tone.

“We’ll alert the others, Chief!” Demon 3 saluted.

“Remember, we can help as well, considering we are now your subordinates,” Demon 1 reminded Sam.

With that, demons 1 & 3 disappeared. The remaining one handed him a briefcase. “The old king left this behind when he got killed. It may be of use to you.” The last demon then left.

“That was a good idea, Cas. We do need all the help we can get,” Sam said gratefully.

“You should look inside,” Castiel reminded him.

Sam opened the briefcase nervously. Inside were quite a few glowing vials – ! 32 of them, in fact!!

“He still had some of Gabriel’s grace lying around?!” Sam exclaimed, shock written all over his face.

“We should give some to Jack. It’ll get him back to full power.” Before anything else could be said, Cas took 3 and left the room, calling Jack’s name.

Sam closed the briefcase and started to mentally brainstorm hiding spots for said object. With the briefcase in hand, and the shouting that just started, he was beginning to realize just d how useful the demons could be. He turned eagerly to hear the report, now that the shouting demon had gotten closer.

“Chief! A group of demons have spotted Dean Winchester in Los Angeles!”

Sam smiled, and exited the study. “Thank you,” he said gratefully before making sure everyone in the bunker was listening to him.

Maybe ruling H*** wouldn’t be so bad.

Supernatural 14×01 CODA –  Word Count: 727

not bad for a kid. Like, seriously, please read it. 

She’d love feedback too – she was worried it was OOC and came off as Crack. She also wanted to know if she should continue or not.

Y’all should take a look at this cause it was written by a kiddo and she does a good job at getting Sam and him being 100% done with demons and their insistence. 

Show her some love and encourage this budding writer to keep up the good work.