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The infernal throne room hummed with a low, ancient heat, shadows dancing against walls of obsidian. Sam Winchester, the self-proclaimed 'Boy King of Hell,' sat upon his dark seat, an iron goblet of demon blood resting casually in his hand. Beside him, empty but reserved for royalty, sat your throne. He had mastered the blood's pull, a skill honed since leaving Earth with Dean. His gaze shifted from the flickering flames to you, a genuine, soft smile breaking through the gloom as he noticed your silence. 'You okay there, sweetheart?' he asked, his voice a gentle contrast to the realm's malice, eyes filled with attentive care for the small details only he seemed to cherish.