Splintered, Part III, Supernatural, NC-17
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phantismaTitle: Splintered, Part II (Part I Here, Part II Here)
Characters/Pairing: John/Dean, Dean/Sam, John/Dean/Sam
Rating: VERY NC-17
Word Count: 20,787 (total)
Summary: Dean is always in the middle, struggling to hold his family together, to take care of his father and Sam...no matter what that means...no matter what that costs.
Warnings & A/Ns: Written for
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johnsgillygirl who bought me in the Sweet Charity Auction. Please read the Pairings and understand that this includes father/son incest as well as brother incest. This is also dubious con/non-con (depending on how you read Dean's choices) and contains under age sex (Dean's 16 when it begins. Sam is 15 when sexual interaction begins with him). This is dark and scary and creepy and not a John I'd like to encounter. Big thanks to my betas and hand holders:
varkelton , ysbail , and shotofjackAugust is a blur of hunts and sleepless nights in the Impala and shitty motels. Together you take down a black dog and a goblin and more ghosts than you can count. You expected it to get bad with just the two of you…expected it to happen…and you don’t understand why it doesn’t…almost miss it…almost...and that turns your stomach more than the taste of his cock. You’re somewhere in
The bar wasn’t crowded, though there’s enough of a crowd that Dean set up shop at one of the pool tables to hustle and get them a little cash. His father wandered to the bar, quiet since the last of the damn little shits had slammed him into the wall.
Dean ignored him once his father started ordering whiskey neat. It was how he dealt. Dean dealt by taking money from strangers and finding a pretty girl to fuck in the back seat of his car or for the truly eager, some dark alley. He was up by nearly two hundred dollars, and was flirting with his chosen conquest, when he saw his father lurch off of his stool.
He tracked him until he disappeared into the hallway to the bathrooms, then went back to charming the pretty blonde whose name he’d already forgotten. She was looking for the same thing he was, and he leaned in, stealing a kiss to see how much more work he was going to have to do.
Her mouth opened easily and her hand slid between them, palming his cock through his jeans. “Want to go outside?” she whispered and he nodded, reaching to drink the last of his beer before letting her take his hand and lead him outside.
“My car—“
“No…alley.” She pulled him around the corner of the bar, pulled him to her. The alley was dark, but mostly clean. There were shadows toward the other end, where a light showed the outline of a door into the bar.
“Someone will see.” Dean hissed as she guided his hand under her skirt.
“No one will care,” she whispered back, ending on a groan as Dean slid a finger inside her.
She was hot and wet and ready and Dean didn’t waste time getting his fly undone and his cock out, sliding into her and pressing her against the wall. She groaned and arched against him.
There was a deeper, echoing groan from the other end of the alley and Dean stopped mid stroke to look that way. “Don’t stop baby.” Her hands were on his face, turning him to look at her. She wiggled on him, and he smiled, kissed her and settled back into his rhythm.
He moved one hand between them to work her clit…get her off…make it good. She moaned and writhed and squeezed his dick inside her. He came quickly and she slid off him. There was another groan from the other end of the alley. It was familiar. “Let them be…just another couple of people who need to get it on.” She pulled on his hand. “I’ll buy you a beer.”
“I’ll be there in a minute.”
He didn’t see her leave, and he moved cautiously through the dark until he found them. He stared, not believing what he was seeing. He wanted to stop it…stop him….them….He wanted to walk away, pretend he didn’t see…then his father’s head turned and those blank, dark eyes caught on Dean. “Need,” he growled, as his hips snapped forward, burying his dick into the ass of the kid between him and the wall.
He was an inch or two shorter than Dean, same hair, same wiry body. His jeans were around his knees and he was pulling frantically at his own cock. “Need it too…harder,” he said.
John’s eyes were on Dean though as he fucked into the stranger and Dean felt his body clench at the sight. He should leave. Turn around. Go back to the blonde, to the beer. “Dean.”
Dean shook his head and took a step closer. He didn’t know what he was supposed to do. The kid looked up. “Do you mind dude?”
“Just…here to help.” Dean breathed, his eyes on his father’s face.
“No offense, dude, but we’re doing fine.”
Dean nodded, but didn’t stop moving closer. His eyes were locked on his father’s, even as he pushed the kid’s shoulders up, getting between him and the wall. “I’m right here. I’ve got you.” His hand moved to circle the kid’s cock, jacking him in time to his father’s thrusting. “That’s it. It’s okay…I’m right here.”
John’s breathing changed, hitched and held and then came the tell tale grunt. Dean closed his eyes, felt his father’s body shove the kid into him, pulled harder on the cock in his hand. The kid groaned and came, even as John was stumbling backwards, his dick still hard, his hand cradling it was if it hurt.
“Get lost.” Dean said to the kid as he pulled his pants up. “You okay Dad?” he asked after the kid was gone. John’s eyes were still dark, his face slack, only his cock showed the distress Dean felt. He took a few steps closer. “Let’s get you back to the motel…get you cleaned up.”
John came more compliantly than Dean had expected, followed Dean across the parking lot and into their room. Dean locked the door, then turned to his father. He didn’t want to think. He just wanted…no, he didn’t want to want anything either. “Shower,” he said abruptly. His father needed to wash that boy off of him, get clean. “I’ll start the water, Dad.”
When he came back out of the bathroom, his father was still standing where he’d left him. Dean was gentle as he peeled his clothes off of him. “Come on Dad. Help me out here.”
John made no move to help Dean or to seek relief for the obviously painful erection. Dean guided him into the bathroom and helped him into the shower. “Dean.”
“Yeah…okay…give me a minute.”
He stripped out of his own clothes and joined his father in the shower. “Just relax, okay?” Dean let his hand close around his father and started to jack him off. John sighed, then laid his head on Dean’s shoulder. “That’s it…it’s okay. Let me take care of it. Let me take care of you.”
His father shuddered when he came, and Dean turned them enough to wash all the evidence away. “Okay…let’s get you to bed.” Dean turned off the water and reached for a towel to wrap around his father before doing the same for himself. Now that his father had relieved his need, he was soft and pliant and Dean settled him into bed before digging out sweats and getting into them.
He got the lights and crawled into the second bed. He thought he heard two words whispered into the night air as his father rolled over, turning his back to Dean.
I’m sorry.
“I know.” Dean said even softer, rolling over himself. “I know you are.”
Sam seems glad to see you when you come back to get him, but Jim’s face is grim when you ask if he found anything. There’s a little information about a hunt that went really wrong a few years back, in
All in all, Dean thought he’d kept it together pretty well. He dealt with Sam’s need for privacy and his father’s need for…well, his father’s needs…and never let the two crash into one another. Neither John nor Sam had any clue what happened on those nights when his father stumbled home and Dean took care of him. And Dean…he just locked it away…because the alternative was unacceptable.
“Dean.” His father’s voice startled him as he came in from his run.
“Dad. Didn’t expect you.”
John nodded. “Sit down. We need to talk.”
Dean’s heart raced. Anything from his father that started that way couldn’t end good. “What’s up?” He filled a glass with water and sat opposite his father at the table.
“I’m worried about Sam.”
Dean frowned. He hadn’t expected that. “What about?”
“He’s not a boy any more.”
“No, he’s not. He’s fifteen. You remember me at fifteen?”
John smiled and lowered his eyes. “I never had to worry about you, Dean. Sam…he…fights everything.”
“He’s a lot like you. Stubborn.”
“Does he talk to you?”
“Bout what?”
“You know…life things…stuff he wouldn’t talk about with me.”
“Yeah, Dad. I keep him straight on the important stuff.”
John nodded. “I need to ask you something else.”
Dean downed his water. “Shoot.”
“I found a pair of jeans on my bedroom floor yesterday, Dean. They were bloody and…there was…other stuff…on them. “
Dean froze. Licked his lips. “You came home with blood on you the other night. Don’t you remember?” He kicked himself mentally. Of course he didn’t remember. It was one of those nights. “Said it was the other guy’s blood.”
“I don’t remember. Was I hunting?”
Dean frowned and pushed his chair back. “Not sure, you didn’t say. You weren’t hurt…so you just went to bed.” After I sucked your dick for you and sent you to your room so I could beat off alone.
“I don’t remember a lot lately.” John said absently, rubbing a hand over his face.
“You’ve been pushing yourself pretty hard. Ever since
He knew the minute he said it that bringing up
Dean shook his head and backed off. “Nothing, Dad…the damn thing got to you, but I got you back to the motel. It wore off after a while. Look. I gotta go get Sam.”
“Dean—“
Dean stopped in the doorway. “I promise Dad…I took care of you. Just like I always do.”
