The Boy King (Samcifer)

So this is in the Supernatural verse but let's say Lucifer's in the cage and Sam has killed Crowley and he said that from now on there would be no other Kings of Hell instead of that trope in season 14 which I haven't watched yet. By the was let's say nephilims don't exist and so does Jack.

Oh, and Samcifer because I love it and let's say Sam's a little demented since Lucifer's been inside his head.

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Sam was sitting in the bunker as usual, doing research. It has been a month since he had killed Crowley and it was strangely quiet. There was no demon sighting, which was weird but they were happy if there was none on earth.

"My King, here is the soul count for this month," said a demon, appearing next to Sam and bowing low.

Sam looked confused for a moment, but then remembered. He had killed the previous King and proclaimed there would be no other King. So now, he guessed, he was the King of Hell.

"Thank you," he responded playing the game, taking the letter the demon was holding out. The demon then nodded and disappeared, leaving Sam to read the paper.

It was a list of everyone who went to Hell. Their full name, occupation when they lived and their sins. A smile crept on Sam's face. If he was the King of Hell, maybe he could free Lucifer from the Cage.

"What is it?" Dean said entering the room, pointing at the register.

"Oh, just another lore," Sam quickly answered, hiding it from Dean's view. "Nothing interesting."

Dean exited the room, leaving Sam to think. If he was indeed King of Hell, did it made him a demon or did he stayed human? He concentrated, trying to lift a pencil. Nope, still human.

He looked at Gabriel's Grace hanging on his neck. He had killed the archangel by taking all of his Grace, then purified it so it was a virgin Grace, belonging to no angel. Maybe it could be the time to use it.

He opened the tube, letting the pure blue substance in him. It merged with his soul, making him pass out from the new energy inside him.

Truth was, when the Grace merged with the soul it absorbed it's power, making Sam more powerful than all archangels.

He spent the next few days learning to use his powers. Luckily, Castiel was a human and couldn't notice his change of state.

Sam was laying in his bed when another demon showed up. It froze for a moment at Sam's newfound power, but quickly regained control.

"My King, I'm here to inform you that there's anger growing in our ranks. They want to meet you."

"Then I shall come," Sam answered, standing up and focusing on Hell's throne room.

It worked and he appeared there, surrounded by a crowd of impatient demons.

"Silence!" he yelled, and the room fell silent.

Sam walked up to the throne, the gaze of hundreds of demons on him.

"You wanted to see me, I'm here. I'm here and I'll stay here as often as I can, so I suggest you all shut your mouths and listen to me." There was a floating in the demon's ranks. This was not the Sam Winchester they knew. "You can continue your duties, if you have questions there will be daily audiences. Now go on and leave me alone."

The demons disappeared all at once, already fearing the power in Sam. Once he was alone, the first thing Sam did was to put on the crown and sit on the throne, testing it's comfort.

Satisfied, he walked around the palace until he found his chambers, then laid on his bed and fell asleep.

After dressing up the next morning, the first thing Sam did was to go and release Lucifer from his Cage, which he found scarily easy. All he did was to sit on the throne and wish to the devil to be out then poof! Lucifer was free.

A couple hours later, a voice echoed in the empty throne room.

"I gotta say, you look hot on my throne," said a familiar voice.

"Well, it isn't your throne anymore, but I agree to that," Sam answered.

Lucifer was neatly dressed, his hair ruffled. He took a time to look Sam up and down.

Sam was wearing a white suit, complete with a blood red tie. His hair was neat under the crown and a small smirk played on his lips.

"Oh, is it? If it isn't mine, then who's it?"

"Mine," Sam said, his grin enlarging. "But I wouldn't mind sharing."

"Who with?" Lucifer shot back, walking up the stairs. "Someone in mind?" he added, now sitting on Sam's lap.

"Oh, I don't know, a certain Devil maybe?"

Ensued a thirty minutes make-out session on the throne.

"You're different, Sam," Lucifer said after pulling away.

"Good different or bad different?"

"Angelic different."

"Oh, That. Well, I may or may not have purified an archangel Grace and ingested it."

Lucifer smiled proudly at that. He had definitely did good with Sam, now his lover was angelic and the King of Hell. What could he want more?

Well that was...

Thanks to @KittyHazelnut for the idea in the comment of When in doubt, go with the classics of @luciferstempest !

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