Too Busy Sinning™

Kings

Will would have smiled in almost any other situation. "Let Nico out." he snarled.

"It's not exactly up to you." asserted Sam.

"I told you! I keep a close eye on his diet, I'd know if he was drinking demon blood! And you'd think I would have noticed if he was a daimonion by now!"

"What language is that?" Sam questioned, "The word you keep using for demon."

"Greek." stated Will. At this, a few eyebrows popped up. Dean opened his mouth, but was immediately cut off by an immense scream coming from behind the door. And everything was chaos again. Sam struggled with Will, so Dean moved up to help.

"Nico!" Will shouted. But he could only manage it once before Sam clapped a hand over the blonde's mouth. Will continued to struggle for a while, slowly digressing until he realized that the two brothers were silent, and neither of them were holding on to him, instead standing just behind him. Will thought he was going to cry. Then, with a single word, confusion was poured upon the trio.

"Boo."

            ***

Will was okay! Nico had heard him through the door. That meant he was okay. Time for plan A-2. Nico released a mighty scream, then shadow traveled out of the room, trusting himself to land in the right spot.

He arrived exactly where he wanted to. From the side wall, he watched Will struggle and Dean move to help his brother. A smile erupted from his lips as he saw how hard the - Winchesters, was it? - had to struggle with Will. But they were skilled, and soon Will gave up. Nico saw an opening and took it. He moved in, right behind Will and the older men.

When the silence began to reach a climax, he leaned to his right and whispered, right in Dean's ear.

"Boo."

The two brothers exploded. Dean called for Sam as he took out a gun, then pointed it straight at Nico's face. Unfortunately he was a pretty easy target, as Sam had already pinned Nico's hands behind his back, seeming to have forgotten about Will. Nico, being the complete overconfident idiot he was, smiled in an almost psychopathic manner. He blew his dark hair out of his face and stole a glance at Will. He too was grinning. Now sure that Will was fine, Nico could get them out easily.

But, he didn't want Sam and Dean on his tail again. They were incredibly stupid, but Nico had no doubt they'd be able to find him and Will again. Before he wanted information from them, but now he had to had to give up his own.

"Whoa there frisky, you don't want to shoot the ghost king do you?" he taunted, "I don't think my father would take that too well."

Dean squinted his eyes and took a step closer. The barrel of his rifle was now only inches from Nico's nose. "Oh yeah, and who's that?" said Dean, his voice husky.

Nico looked at Will again, this time meeting his eyes. The two had a silent argument. Their stares continued to trade intensities for a while. Apparently, Nico had won, because he smiled as he parted his gaze, looking back into the loaded gun.

"The King of the Underworld."