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phantismaFandom: Supernatural
Title: Territorial, Part Two
Pairing/Characters: Dean/Sam, John, Bobby, Sam/Jessica
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~12100
Summary: During Sam's senior year of high school, Dean comes home after a night out and he isn't completely himself. He's sick...but when Sam calls their father to come home and help, he discovers that what's inside his brother isn't some virus, and what it wants isn't just Dean.
ANs/Warnings: Written for Jennifer, who's LJ name escapes me, who is generous and loverly and asked for "werewolf bondage porn"...while I'm not entirely sure that this gets all the way to that, it does provide Alpha!Dean being possessive and there is some bondage and some porn...so...I hope that it gives her what she wanted. There is het sex here (hot, dirty, alley het sex) as well as some dub-con m/m sex. It's a little violent and there's some blood!kink.
He was half way to the run down motel when it occurred to him that this was insane. Sam stopped, scratching at his head. The adrenaline that had fueled his rush from the club was fading, the sweat that slicked his skin cooling in the chill of the night.
He sat down on a bus stop bench near a park and breathed in deep of the cool air. Dean was right. He didn't want…and he'd been ready to give it to him. Sam rubbed a hand over his face. He'd been ready to give up everything he'd work for, everything he had thought he believed in.
And Dean had stopped him. Sam had seen in his eyes how hard it was. Despite everything Dean was, he had now given Sam all the proof he needed to know his brother wasn't evil. He'd felt the strength in his brother's body.
Dean could have forced him, could have bitten him and broken him and taken him. And he didn't, even when Sam offered himself up.
Sam pulled his phone out of his pocket and inhaled deeply. Clearly, whatever Dean had done to him all those years ago worked against him whenever they were together. Sam couldn't afford to see him again, not when Dean wasn't in full control.
He held the piece of paper with his brother's number in one hand and dialed the phone with the other. "Sam?"
Sam licked his lips. "I…I'm not coming, Dean."
There was a hesitation, just Dean breathing hard. "Good. Yeah. That's good, Sam. I don't want to…I don't want to hurt you."
"I know." Sam said. He stood and started walking back toward home. "I believe you, okay? I can't promise I can convince Dad…but I believe you."
"Yeah?"
Sam smiled, but the smile faded fast when he realized he wasn't alone. "Dean, I may need to call you back."
"What's wrong?"
"I think I'm about to get jumped."
He whirled, just in time to block the two by four that had been aimed at the back of his skull. His phone skittered away and Sam could hear Dean's voice, but put it out of his mind as the two guys he thought he was dealing with became four.
"I don't have anything, guys." Sam said, trying to watch all four of them at once. "The phone…it's a freebie though…and maybe twenty bucks in my wallet. You want it, it's yours."
"Maybe we don't want your money, college boy," the one nearest him responded. "Maybe we just want to kick your ass."
Two of them came at him then, the two by four connecting this time with his upper arm. Sam screamed as the nails in the end of it sank into his skin and turned quickly in an effort to wrench the make shift weapon out of the attacker's hands. It only put him in reach of one of the others who landed a solid punch to his jaw. Sam staggered and tried to square up, but they came at him fast.
The nails dug into his thigh, then his stomach. He got a few good shots in himself, but it was easy to see he was badly out numbered. He staggered back toward the trees that lined the park, figuring that the darkness could help him escape. His body started to tingle, and for a second Sam was afraid the last punch to his face had caused more damage than he thought. A low growl rumbled through him.
Dean.
The bigger of the four shoved Sam into the trunk of the tree and Sam's head slammed into the wood, but just as fast, he was gone. There was screaming and the sound of a body hitting the ground.
Sam got his eyes open, in time to see white fur and teeth, blood…and a second body hit the ground. The other two were running, yelling.
Dean was breathing heavily as he turned, his form already reverting to mostly human, though his eyes glowed eerie and golden as he rounded on Sam. He was still growling, though the tone had changed from fury to possessive and Sam swallowed hard, fighting the rising arousal that came with Dean's presence.
"Mine." Dean growled, pushing Sam into the tree. He sniffed up Sam's torso, stopping where there was blood. His nostrils flared. "Mine." His head snapped up, his eyes wild. He licked his lips and Sam could almost feel Dean forcing the wolf back. "Sam."
"I'm…okay." Sam pressed a hand in against the one wound in his side. He was going to need to get the bleeding stopped.
Fingers that still had a fair amount of fur and some scary looking claws on them brushed the bruise forming on his face. "Go." Dean was looking at the guy on the ground now. "Don't watch."
"Dean…" Sam wanted to pull Dean to him, kiss him. He shook his head. Dean shoved him away and Sam staggered toward the road. He heard a sickening crunch behind him and it stopped him. He turned to look, but Dean was gone when he did, leaving the stupid bastard on the ground with his chest ripped open and his heart gone.
He shook his head, but the alcohol and the blood loss had him woozy. Before he'd even gotten to the sidewalk, his knees gave out and he blacked out.
Fire. The very first thing he's fully aware of is that he's burning up, and everything hurt. Everything, even the hairs on his arms and legs hurt. He breathed in slowly, and smells…musty sheets, blood, sweat, ozone, chlorine. Dean.
He doesn't have to look to know Dean is there…hovering in the corner near the rickety air conditioner that is trying desperately to cool the room. He opens his eyes slowly and even the dark of the room he can see Dean sitting against the wall, his knees drawn up to his chest, watching Sam intensely.
Sam swallowed and moved, despite his muscles screaming at him. His throat was dry and his hand scraped across stiff sheets toward Dean.
Dean didn't move, his eyes glowing eerie bright in the dark.
"What happened?" Sam finally asked, his voice cracking.
"You were attacked." Dean said softly.
Sam nodded. He remembered that. "You were bleeding pretty bad when I found you."
Dean still hadn't moved. Sam tried to sit up and partially succeeded, his head pounding. His arm and stomach were bandaged. He was naked under the sheets, his cock hard. "It's the pheromones, Sam." Dean's voice is wrecked, like it had been that night, when he'd crawled home wounded and already starting to become what he was now.
There was a bandage on Sam's shoulder, just above his heart. He didn't remember being wounded there. He looked at Dean, his eyes wide. "What did you do?"
Dean shook his head. "Damn fucking claws. Couldn't…couldn't turn back when I found you…had to drag you part way."
Sam started to move and Dean winced. "I…you need to go. It took everything I have not to hurt you, take you."
Sam could see then that there was blood on Dean too, on his face, his hands. "Let me look at you." Sam took a step closer and Dean stood suddenly, naked and hard, his cock jabbing out toward Sam like a weapon. Sam licked his lips. His own cock was aching, he had a strong urge to slide to his knees and nuzzle into Dean's groin, lick him…He cradled his cock and took another step.
"Don't touch me unless you mean it Sam. I don't think I can…" Dean took a step toward him now.
Sam wasn’t sure which one of them made the last step, but suddenly Dean's hand was on his neck, his mouth covering Sam's. His eyes flashed gold-green and back to gold and his chest vibrated against Sam's with a deep, barely audible growl.
His grip was nearly painful, and his kiss was harsh, teeth scraping over Sam's lip. He pulled back, panting and Sam put his forehead on Dean's shoulder, offering his neck…though some part of him screamed at him to stop, to run. Dean shoved and Sam was falling back onto the bed, Dean's hands running over him, claws scratching at his skin.
It only added to Sam's arousal though and he tried to drag Dean closer, wanting more of him. Dean snarled, his teeth bared. He shoved Sam down, straddling him and it took Sam a minute to realize why. He'd never really thought about how this would work, but as Dean's cock dragged through the crack of his ass, he suddenly knew and he gripped the bed under him, torn between fear and need.
Dean's hands gripped his hips, claws digging into his skin, but that was only the start of the pain as his cock breached Sam's ass. The fire in his skin was worse, his body wet with sweat and he could hear himself yelling into the mattress, but only as a distant sound that wasn't real.
Grunting, Dean fucked him hard and fast, his toes digging into Sam's calves as he neared climax. Sam could feel him shifting, and he bowed his head forward, arching his back as his own cock started to empty.
Teeth caught on the muscle where neck and shoulder meet and Sam screamed as they broke skin, suddenly wanting to escape, to run and knowing he was never running again. His vision grayed out as his orgasm finished and darkness swallowed him as the weight of his brother left him.
The smell of coffee greeted him, barely masking the smell of blood and come, as he rolled over and for a minute he was confused. He opened his eyes to find a hand filled with a take out cup of coffee.
Sam took it, mumbling thanks and he sat slowly.
Dean didn't look at him, just took his own coffee to the window.
The room was a shambles. Sam didn't remember a lot past that first time, the bite. His hand snaked up to the place where Dean had bitten him to find it scabbed over, nearly healed.
His other wounds were nearly gone too. He was sore in ways he had never known before and shaky, hungry.
Dean nodded, sipping at his coffee. "I got something for that too. Drink your coffee."
Sam took a sip. Hot and bitter and strong, he drank more before setting it aside. "What…what time is it?"
"Almost noon." Dean sighed. He drank from his coffee, then turned away from the window. On the table was a small cooler. "You need to eat, and then you need some more sleep. We can decide what we're doing after…when you're stronger."
His hand fell on the cooler and he glanced in Sam's direction without really looking at him. "How do you feel?"
"Strange." Sam responded. "We…made a mess."
Dean almost chuckled. "Do you remember any of it?"
Sam shook his head and attempted to stretch and stand. His muscles protested, but held him. "Bits…scraps of…sex and…fighting."
Dean snorted. "I'm not sure there was a difference." He turned then, his eyes scraping up Sam's body. "You're healing at least. That's good." He lifted the cooler. "Come sit. You need to eat. And you aren't going to like it."
"Dean…" Sam could smell the blood. He knew that there was a human heart in the cooler. A human heart that Dean expected him to consume.
"I know. Just, trust me. Your body is going to thank you."
Sam sat in the chair and Dean opened the cooler. The smell of it was potent and Sam found himself leaning in to smell it, his mouth open and salivating. "You don't have to eat it all." Dean said. "Just a few bites."
Sam's body flushed with desire…not sexual desire, exactly…but lust for the sustenance of the heart. He lifted it out of the cooler, vaguely aware that his body was shifting, that his fingers had grown claws.
"That's it, Sammy." Dean whispered. "Let him out a little bit."
"Dean." Sam's voice was deep, rumbling out of him. He held the heart up, his mouth opening further to accommodate it. Sharp teeth punctured the organ and a burst of blood coated his tongue, racing down his throat. Instinctively he knew he wanted it to be warm, but the cold would do. He chewed and swallowed and bit again and again until the heart was half gone and his stomach wasn't aching with hunger anymore.
Dean kissed him suddenly and Sam lurched forward, sharing the taste of the blood and stumbling back toward the bed. "You did good, Sam." Dean offered as they rolled into the middle of the bed.
"I can feel it." Sam murmured, closing his eyes. "Power, strength…"
"Yes…he's inside you, a part of you." Dean laid back on the bed, covering his face with his hands. "Do you hate me?" He asked a few minutes later.
Sam wondered if maybe he should. He hadn't wanted this…but then, neither had Dean and at least this way Dean didn't have to be alone. "No." Sam said, leaning in to lick at the blood he had smeared on Dean's face.
"Sleep Sam. Your body needs time." Dean pulled him down to lay with his head on Dean's chest. Sam listened to his heart racing, slowing. It was comforting, like something out of his childhood, safety…comfort.
It was nearly dark. Sam's phone had been ringing for hours. Jessica was worried. He knew he should call. He forced himself out of the bed, out of Dean's arms and into the bathroom to shower. He started the water and peeled bandages off of him.
It was amazing how healed he was, considering that it hadn't even been twenty four hours since he was jumped. He climbed in under the weak spray, thankful it was at least hot.
He scrubbed at the blood and come that stuck to him, relishing the feeling as water slicked away the dried on sweat. He ducked his head under the water, then shook it. If he didn't think too much about it, he felt mostly normal.
That only lasted until he stepped out of the shower though. His reflection in the steamy bathroom mirror showed him how far he was from normal. His eyes were like Dean's…green flecked with gold. He stared, trying to figure out the trigger to make the change start. So far he'd only manage while he and Dean were fighting or fucking or while he ate.
"Control comes with time." Dean said, making Sam look up. He was leaning on the door jamb. "You hungry?"
Sam sort of frowned at him in the mirror and Dean smirked. "No. For people food. We are still people too. I was thinking Chinese."
"I should see Jessica."
Dean made a face that clearly said that wasn't a good idea. "What? Too soon?"
Dean crossed both arms. "The wolf is more in control than you are right now, Sam. And you're going to find you have two instincts. To feed and to fuck." He moved into the room, pressing Sam into the counter. "And one of those belongs to me and only me."
Sam hissed as Dean's hips ground against his, their cocks rubbing together. "Fuck." He'd lost count of the number of times they'd gone at it, grateful that the rapid healing extended to his very sore ass because once Dean got going he forgot quite quickly that Sam had been a virgin in that regard up until the night before.
"You better understand that right now, Sammy. Before we walk out that door. You belong to me now. No one touches you. No one looks at you. No one but me." His hand circled around Sam's cock and the eyes that looked into his were more gold than green.
Sam breathed through the urge to thrust his hips up and swallowed. "I know. Okay. I get it."
"I'm not sure you do." Dean leaned in, kissing him hard. "But you will." Suddenly Dean let go of him. "Get dressed. I'm hungry."
Sam had to borrow clothes from Dean, so the jeans were a little tight and nearly high waters, but at least he had boots to help disguise them. He pulled his phone out of his bloody jeans near the bed and looked at the call log. Jessica had called ten times. And their father once. "Huh."
"What?" Dean asked as they got in the car.
"Nothing…just…Dad called. Didn't leave a message though."
Dean hit his head against the seat twice. "If Dad wasn't going to kill me before, he is now." Dean said. "We should probably get out of the area, find some place to lay low for a while."
Sam nodded, but he was already dialing Jessica's number. It went to her voicemail. "Jess, I forgot tonight's your late class. Sorry I didn't call. I'm okay, I'm still with Dean. I probably will be for a few days. I'll talk to you soon. Okay. Love you."
He could feel Dean's eyes boring into him. "She expects me to say it." Sam said flinching when Dean moved to grab him and drag him across the seat.
"Mine, Sam."
Sam sighed, feeling a rumble of rebellion, but pushing it down. "I know."
He waited until he knew she'd be in class, letting himself into the apartment while Dean went to empty the motel and get them some food for the road. He packed clothes mostly, pulling his favorite hunting knife out of it's hiding place and shoving it into his bag. He took a couple books, a picture of him and Jess at an amusement park the summer before.
So much of his life here was…here, attached to the place and time. He crossed to the bed, stopping as the smell of her filled his senses. She'd left her night gown on the pillow. He lifted it and breathed in, feeling the wolf inside respond with desire.
He laid on the bed, rolling in the scent, his body starting to shift. He could almost taste her. Suddenly, he sat up and fought his way out of the arousal, forcing himself back to normal. Once again his brother was right. If just the smell of her on the nightgown could reduce him to his animal state, the real thing would be more than he could handle.
He got up and grabbed his favorite jacket out of the closet and headed for the kitchen. His broken in old backpack sat on the table, his books still open as they'd been when he left to go meet up with Jessica at the bar.
He grabbed a piece of paper and scribbled a note, telling her that he loved her, but his family needed him…and if he could he'd come back one day and explain. He pulled the box out of the sock in his hand and stared at it.
With a sigh, Sam shoved the box in his pocket and grabbed his bags.
Dean was waiting at the curb, leaning against the impala. He stood as Sam approached, his nose wrinkling. "You stink like her. I thought you said she wasn't here."
Sam threw his bag in the back seat. "She isn't."
Dean was scowling, shoving Sam into the car. "What did you do, roll on the bed?"
Sam had to admit, he liked the way Dean was looking at him, the rise of color in his face. "Maybe."
He slipped sideways and went to the passenger side of the car.
Dean didn't get in right away and when he did, he glared at Sam for a long time before he started the car. He didn't speak, just turned the radio on, AC/DC blaring at them as tires squealed.
He headed them south, down the coast, the windows open and the sea breeze soothing to the fire still burning in his skin.
They were headed into mountains when Dean turned down the radio. "Hey, lemme see your phone."
Sam pulled it out without question. Dean took it, and without even looking, tossed it out the window. He followed it with his own. "We can get new ones when we hit LA."
Sam gaped at him for a minute, but he knew Dean was probably right. If their Dad had their numbers, he could use them to track them. He wasn't really up to facing his father just yet.
The air outside the windows was colder as they drove up into the trees. Dean turned down a gravel road, then onto a dirt one before finally pulling to a stop.
Sam turned to stare at him. "What are we doing?"
"Proving a point. Out."
Sam frowned, but did get out, watching as Dean started taking his clothes off. "What are we doing?" Sam asked again.
"If you take them off before you change, you don't rip them all to shreds when you do."
"And why are we—" Sam didn't get to finish the question, Dean leaped over the car without even touching it, half gone to wolf before he landed and grabbed Sam by the neck.
"It's time for you to understand exactly what I mean when I say you're mine, little brother."
Sam felt the echoing call of the wolf inside him, craning his neck as the change rippled through him. Dean through him away from the car and pounced at him, tearing at his clothes. "Gonna show you who's the alpha here and who's the puppy playing catch up."
Dean nipped at Sam's hips. "Teach you who's in charge."
"You talk a lot." Sam growled, grabbing at Dean's face and nipping at his lips.
They rolled through the brush. The last of his clothes fell away and Sam felt Dean bit deep into his shoulder. He yelled, only it sounded more like a howl.
They were both more wolf now, Sam closer to fully changed than he'd ever been. It was exhilarating and he pounced at Dean, swiping at him.
"I never really was very good with authority figures." Sam said, not sure it came out in words, but knowing by the look on Dean's face that he understood just fine.
He nipped at Dean, who was starting to look annoyed and let the rush of adrenaline fuel him. "You wanna fuck me, Alpha Dog? You're gonna have to catch me."
Title: Territorial, Part Two
Pairing/Characters: Dean/Sam, John, Bobby, Sam/Jessica
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~12100
Summary: During Sam's senior year of high school, Dean comes home after a night out and he isn't completely himself. He's sick...but when Sam calls their father to come home and help, he discovers that what's inside his brother isn't some virus, and what it wants isn't just Dean.
ANs/Warnings: Written for Jennifer, who's LJ name escapes me, who is generous and loverly and asked for "werewolf bondage porn"...while I'm not entirely sure that this gets all the way to that, it does provide Alpha!Dean being possessive and there is some bondage and some porn...so...I hope that it gives her what she wanted. There is het sex here (hot, dirty, alley het sex) as well as some dub-con m/m sex. It's a little violent and there's some blood!kink.
He was half way to the run down motel when it occurred to him that this was insane. Sam stopped, scratching at his head. The adrenaline that had fueled his rush from the club was fading, the sweat that slicked his skin cooling in the chill of the night.
He sat down on a bus stop bench near a park and breathed in deep of the cool air. Dean was right. He didn't want…and he'd been ready to give it to him. Sam rubbed a hand over his face. He'd been ready to give up everything he'd work for, everything he had thought he believed in.
And Dean had stopped him. Sam had seen in his eyes how hard it was. Despite everything Dean was, he had now given Sam all the proof he needed to know his brother wasn't evil. He'd felt the strength in his brother's body.
Dean could have forced him, could have bitten him and broken him and taken him. And he didn't, even when Sam offered himself up.
Sam pulled his phone out of his pocket and inhaled deeply. Clearly, whatever Dean had done to him all those years ago worked against him whenever they were together. Sam couldn't afford to see him again, not when Dean wasn't in full control.
He held the piece of paper with his brother's number in one hand and dialed the phone with the other. "Sam?"
Sam licked his lips. "I…I'm not coming, Dean."
There was a hesitation, just Dean breathing hard. "Good. Yeah. That's good, Sam. I don't want to…I don't want to hurt you."
"I know." Sam said. He stood and started walking back toward home. "I believe you, okay? I can't promise I can convince Dad…but I believe you."
"Yeah?"
Sam smiled, but the smile faded fast when he realized he wasn't alone. "Dean, I may need to call you back."
"What's wrong?"
"I think I'm about to get jumped."
He whirled, just in time to block the two by four that had been aimed at the back of his skull. His phone skittered away and Sam could hear Dean's voice, but put it out of his mind as the two guys he thought he was dealing with became four.
"I don't have anything, guys." Sam said, trying to watch all four of them at once. "The phone…it's a freebie though…and maybe twenty bucks in my wallet. You want it, it's yours."
"Maybe we don't want your money, college boy," the one nearest him responded. "Maybe we just want to kick your ass."
Two of them came at him then, the two by four connecting this time with his upper arm. Sam screamed as the nails in the end of it sank into his skin and turned quickly in an effort to wrench the make shift weapon out of the attacker's hands. It only put him in reach of one of the others who landed a solid punch to his jaw. Sam staggered and tried to square up, but they came at him fast.
The nails dug into his thigh, then his stomach. He got a few good shots in himself, but it was easy to see he was badly out numbered. He staggered back toward the trees that lined the park, figuring that the darkness could help him escape. His body started to tingle, and for a second Sam was afraid the last punch to his face had caused more damage than he thought. A low growl rumbled through him.
Dean.
The bigger of the four shoved Sam into the trunk of the tree and Sam's head slammed into the wood, but just as fast, he was gone. There was screaming and the sound of a body hitting the ground.
Sam got his eyes open, in time to see white fur and teeth, blood…and a second body hit the ground. The other two were running, yelling.
Dean was breathing heavily as he turned, his form already reverting to mostly human, though his eyes glowed eerie and golden as he rounded on Sam. He was still growling, though the tone had changed from fury to possessive and Sam swallowed hard, fighting the rising arousal that came with Dean's presence.
"Mine." Dean growled, pushing Sam into the tree. He sniffed up Sam's torso, stopping where there was blood. His nostrils flared. "Mine." His head snapped up, his eyes wild. He licked his lips and Sam could almost feel Dean forcing the wolf back. "Sam."
"I'm…okay." Sam pressed a hand in against the one wound in his side. He was going to need to get the bleeding stopped.
Fingers that still had a fair amount of fur and some scary looking claws on them brushed the bruise forming on his face. "Go." Dean was looking at the guy on the ground now. "Don't watch."
"Dean…" Sam wanted to pull Dean to him, kiss him. He shook his head. Dean shoved him away and Sam staggered toward the road. He heard a sickening crunch behind him and it stopped him. He turned to look, but Dean was gone when he did, leaving the stupid bastard on the ground with his chest ripped open and his heart gone.
He shook his head, but the alcohol and the blood loss had him woozy. Before he'd even gotten to the sidewalk, his knees gave out and he blacked out.
Fire. The very first thing he's fully aware of is that he's burning up, and everything hurt. Everything, even the hairs on his arms and legs hurt. He breathed in slowly, and smells…musty sheets, blood, sweat, ozone, chlorine. Dean.
He doesn't have to look to know Dean is there…hovering in the corner near the rickety air conditioner that is trying desperately to cool the room. He opens his eyes slowly and even the dark of the room he can see Dean sitting against the wall, his knees drawn up to his chest, watching Sam intensely.
Sam swallowed and moved, despite his muscles screaming at him. His throat was dry and his hand scraped across stiff sheets toward Dean.
Dean didn't move, his eyes glowing eerie bright in the dark.
"What happened?" Sam finally asked, his voice cracking.
"You were attacked." Dean said softly.
Sam nodded. He remembered that. "You were bleeding pretty bad when I found you."
Dean still hadn't moved. Sam tried to sit up and partially succeeded, his head pounding. His arm and stomach were bandaged. He was naked under the sheets, his cock hard. "It's the pheromones, Sam." Dean's voice is wrecked, like it had been that night, when he'd crawled home wounded and already starting to become what he was now.
There was a bandage on Sam's shoulder, just above his heart. He didn't remember being wounded there. He looked at Dean, his eyes wide. "What did you do?"
Dean shook his head. "Damn fucking claws. Couldn't…couldn't turn back when I found you…had to drag you part way."
Sam started to move and Dean winced. "I…you need to go. It took everything I have not to hurt you, take you."
Sam could see then that there was blood on Dean too, on his face, his hands. "Let me look at you." Sam took a step closer and Dean stood suddenly, naked and hard, his cock jabbing out toward Sam like a weapon. Sam licked his lips. His own cock was aching, he had a strong urge to slide to his knees and nuzzle into Dean's groin, lick him…He cradled his cock and took another step.
"Don't touch me unless you mean it Sam. I don't think I can…" Dean took a step toward him now.
Sam wasn’t sure which one of them made the last step, but suddenly Dean's hand was on his neck, his mouth covering Sam's. His eyes flashed gold-green and back to gold and his chest vibrated against Sam's with a deep, barely audible growl.
His grip was nearly painful, and his kiss was harsh, teeth scraping over Sam's lip. He pulled back, panting and Sam put his forehead on Dean's shoulder, offering his neck…though some part of him screamed at him to stop, to run. Dean shoved and Sam was falling back onto the bed, Dean's hands running over him, claws scratching at his skin.
It only added to Sam's arousal though and he tried to drag Dean closer, wanting more of him. Dean snarled, his teeth bared. He shoved Sam down, straddling him and it took Sam a minute to realize why. He'd never really thought about how this would work, but as Dean's cock dragged through the crack of his ass, he suddenly knew and he gripped the bed under him, torn between fear and need.
Dean's hands gripped his hips, claws digging into his skin, but that was only the start of the pain as his cock breached Sam's ass. The fire in his skin was worse, his body wet with sweat and he could hear himself yelling into the mattress, but only as a distant sound that wasn't real.
Grunting, Dean fucked him hard and fast, his toes digging into Sam's calves as he neared climax. Sam could feel him shifting, and he bowed his head forward, arching his back as his own cock started to empty.
Teeth caught on the muscle where neck and shoulder meet and Sam screamed as they broke skin, suddenly wanting to escape, to run and knowing he was never running again. His vision grayed out as his orgasm finished and darkness swallowed him as the weight of his brother left him.
The smell of coffee greeted him, barely masking the smell of blood and come, as he rolled over and for a minute he was confused. He opened his eyes to find a hand filled with a take out cup of coffee.
Sam took it, mumbling thanks and he sat slowly.
Dean didn't look at him, just took his own coffee to the window.
The room was a shambles. Sam didn't remember a lot past that first time, the bite. His hand snaked up to the place where Dean had bitten him to find it scabbed over, nearly healed.
His other wounds were nearly gone too. He was sore in ways he had never known before and shaky, hungry.
Dean nodded, sipping at his coffee. "I got something for that too. Drink your coffee."
Sam took a sip. Hot and bitter and strong, he drank more before setting it aside. "What…what time is it?"
"Almost noon." Dean sighed. He drank from his coffee, then turned away from the window. On the table was a small cooler. "You need to eat, and then you need some more sleep. We can decide what we're doing after…when you're stronger."
His hand fell on the cooler and he glanced in Sam's direction without really looking at him. "How do you feel?"
"Strange." Sam responded. "We…made a mess."
Dean almost chuckled. "Do you remember any of it?"
Sam shook his head and attempted to stretch and stand. His muscles protested, but held him. "Bits…scraps of…sex and…fighting."
Dean snorted. "I'm not sure there was a difference." He turned then, his eyes scraping up Sam's body. "You're healing at least. That's good." He lifted the cooler. "Come sit. You need to eat. And you aren't going to like it."
"Dean…" Sam could smell the blood. He knew that there was a human heart in the cooler. A human heart that Dean expected him to consume.
"I know. Just, trust me. Your body is going to thank you."
Sam sat in the chair and Dean opened the cooler. The smell of it was potent and Sam found himself leaning in to smell it, his mouth open and salivating. "You don't have to eat it all." Dean said. "Just a few bites."
Sam's body flushed with desire…not sexual desire, exactly…but lust for the sustenance of the heart. He lifted it out of the cooler, vaguely aware that his body was shifting, that his fingers had grown claws.
"That's it, Sammy." Dean whispered. "Let him out a little bit."
"Dean." Sam's voice was deep, rumbling out of him. He held the heart up, his mouth opening further to accommodate it. Sharp teeth punctured the organ and a burst of blood coated his tongue, racing down his throat. Instinctively he knew he wanted it to be warm, but the cold would do. He chewed and swallowed and bit again and again until the heart was half gone and his stomach wasn't aching with hunger anymore.
Dean kissed him suddenly and Sam lurched forward, sharing the taste of the blood and stumbling back toward the bed. "You did good, Sam." Dean offered as they rolled into the middle of the bed.
"I can feel it." Sam murmured, closing his eyes. "Power, strength…"
"Yes…he's inside you, a part of you." Dean laid back on the bed, covering his face with his hands. "Do you hate me?" He asked a few minutes later.
Sam wondered if maybe he should. He hadn't wanted this…but then, neither had Dean and at least this way Dean didn't have to be alone. "No." Sam said, leaning in to lick at the blood he had smeared on Dean's face.
"Sleep Sam. Your body needs time." Dean pulled him down to lay with his head on Dean's chest. Sam listened to his heart racing, slowing. It was comforting, like something out of his childhood, safety…comfort.
It was nearly dark. Sam's phone had been ringing for hours. Jessica was worried. He knew he should call. He forced himself out of the bed, out of Dean's arms and into the bathroom to shower. He started the water and peeled bandages off of him.
It was amazing how healed he was, considering that it hadn't even been twenty four hours since he was jumped. He climbed in under the weak spray, thankful it was at least hot.
He scrubbed at the blood and come that stuck to him, relishing the feeling as water slicked away the dried on sweat. He ducked his head under the water, then shook it. If he didn't think too much about it, he felt mostly normal.
That only lasted until he stepped out of the shower though. His reflection in the steamy bathroom mirror showed him how far he was from normal. His eyes were like Dean's…green flecked with gold. He stared, trying to figure out the trigger to make the change start. So far he'd only manage while he and Dean were fighting or fucking or while he ate.
"Control comes with time." Dean said, making Sam look up. He was leaning on the door jamb. "You hungry?"
Sam sort of frowned at him in the mirror and Dean smirked. "No. For people food. We are still people too. I was thinking Chinese."
"I should see Jessica."
Dean made a face that clearly said that wasn't a good idea. "What? Too soon?"
Dean crossed both arms. "The wolf is more in control than you are right now, Sam. And you're going to find you have two instincts. To feed and to fuck." He moved into the room, pressing Sam into the counter. "And one of those belongs to me and only me."
Sam hissed as Dean's hips ground against his, their cocks rubbing together. "Fuck." He'd lost count of the number of times they'd gone at it, grateful that the rapid healing extended to his very sore ass because once Dean got going he forgot quite quickly that Sam had been a virgin in that regard up until the night before.
"You better understand that right now, Sammy. Before we walk out that door. You belong to me now. No one touches you. No one looks at you. No one but me." His hand circled around Sam's cock and the eyes that looked into his were more gold than green.
Sam breathed through the urge to thrust his hips up and swallowed. "I know. Okay. I get it."
"I'm not sure you do." Dean leaned in, kissing him hard. "But you will." Suddenly Dean let go of him. "Get dressed. I'm hungry."
Sam had to borrow clothes from Dean, so the jeans were a little tight and nearly high waters, but at least he had boots to help disguise them. He pulled his phone out of his bloody jeans near the bed and looked at the call log. Jessica had called ten times. And their father once. "Huh."
"What?" Dean asked as they got in the car.
"Nothing…just…Dad called. Didn't leave a message though."
Dean hit his head against the seat twice. "If Dad wasn't going to kill me before, he is now." Dean said. "We should probably get out of the area, find some place to lay low for a while."
Sam nodded, but he was already dialing Jessica's number. It went to her voicemail. "Jess, I forgot tonight's your late class. Sorry I didn't call. I'm okay, I'm still with Dean. I probably will be for a few days. I'll talk to you soon. Okay. Love you."
He could feel Dean's eyes boring into him. "She expects me to say it." Sam said flinching when Dean moved to grab him and drag him across the seat.
"Mine, Sam."
Sam sighed, feeling a rumble of rebellion, but pushing it down. "I know."
He waited until he knew she'd be in class, letting himself into the apartment while Dean went to empty the motel and get them some food for the road. He packed clothes mostly, pulling his favorite hunting knife out of it's hiding place and shoving it into his bag. He took a couple books, a picture of him and Jess at an amusement park the summer before.
So much of his life here was…here, attached to the place and time. He crossed to the bed, stopping as the smell of her filled his senses. She'd left her night gown on the pillow. He lifted it and breathed in, feeling the wolf inside respond with desire.
He laid on the bed, rolling in the scent, his body starting to shift. He could almost taste her. Suddenly, he sat up and fought his way out of the arousal, forcing himself back to normal. Once again his brother was right. If just the smell of her on the nightgown could reduce him to his animal state, the real thing would be more than he could handle.
He got up and grabbed his favorite jacket out of the closet and headed for the kitchen. His broken in old backpack sat on the table, his books still open as they'd been when he left to go meet up with Jessica at the bar.
He grabbed a piece of paper and scribbled a note, telling her that he loved her, but his family needed him…and if he could he'd come back one day and explain. He pulled the box out of the sock in his hand and stared at it.
With a sigh, Sam shoved the box in his pocket and grabbed his bags.
Dean was waiting at the curb, leaning against the impala. He stood as Sam approached, his nose wrinkling. "You stink like her. I thought you said she wasn't here."
Sam threw his bag in the back seat. "She isn't."
Dean was scowling, shoving Sam into the car. "What did you do, roll on the bed?"
Sam had to admit, he liked the way Dean was looking at him, the rise of color in his face. "Maybe."
He slipped sideways and went to the passenger side of the car.
Dean didn't get in right away and when he did, he glared at Sam for a long time before he started the car. He didn't speak, just turned the radio on, AC/DC blaring at them as tires squealed.
He headed them south, down the coast, the windows open and the sea breeze soothing to the fire still burning in his skin.
They were headed into mountains when Dean turned down the radio. "Hey, lemme see your phone."
Sam pulled it out without question. Dean took it, and without even looking, tossed it out the window. He followed it with his own. "We can get new ones when we hit LA."
Sam gaped at him for a minute, but he knew Dean was probably right. If their Dad had their numbers, he could use them to track them. He wasn't really up to facing his father just yet.
The air outside the windows was colder as they drove up into the trees. Dean turned down a gravel road, then onto a dirt one before finally pulling to a stop.
Sam turned to stare at him. "What are we doing?"
"Proving a point. Out."
Sam frowned, but did get out, watching as Dean started taking his clothes off. "What are we doing?" Sam asked again.
"If you take them off before you change, you don't rip them all to shreds when you do."
"And why are we—" Sam didn't get to finish the question, Dean leaped over the car without even touching it, half gone to wolf before he landed and grabbed Sam by the neck.
"It's time for you to understand exactly what I mean when I say you're mine, little brother."
Sam felt the echoing call of the wolf inside him, craning his neck as the change rippled through him. Dean through him away from the car and pounced at him, tearing at his clothes. "Gonna show you who's the alpha here and who's the puppy playing catch up."
Dean nipped at Sam's hips. "Teach you who's in charge."
"You talk a lot." Sam growled, grabbing at Dean's face and nipping at his lips.
They rolled through the brush. The last of his clothes fell away and Sam felt Dean bit deep into his shoulder. He yelled, only it sounded more like a howl.
They were both more wolf now, Sam closer to fully changed than he'd ever been. It was exhilarating and he pounced at Dean, swiping at him.
"I never really was very good with authority figures." Sam said, not sure it came out in words, but knowing by the look on Dean's face that he understood just fine.
He nipped at Dean, who was starting to look annoyed and let the rush of adrenaline fuel him. "You wanna fuck me, Alpha Dog? You're gonna have to catch me."
