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phantismaFandom: Supernatural
Title: My Brother's Keeper, Part Six(Part One Here, Part Two Here, Part Three Here, Part Four Here, Part Five Here)
Characters/Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: NC-17
Table: #1
Prompt: 019 Crazy
Word Count: 3286
Summary: Complete AU. On the night the demon kills Mary Winchester, John saves Dean, but before he can go back for Sam, the fire spreads. It is assumed that Sam is dead along with his mother. In reality, he has been taken and is raised by a family dedicate to the demon who killed Mary. One night after a hunt, Dean runs into him in a bar in Palo Alto, never a clue who he really is.
Warnings: Incest, m/m sex, blood play, bondage, non-con. Evil-ness abounds--Sam knows Dean better than Dean might think, and manipulates him into getting exactly what he wants from him...before Dean realizes just what Sam is up to...
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Dean groaned with the effort it took to haul himself out of the Impala. The night was still young, barely 8 pm and he had managed to salt and burn the bones of the fire-happy ghost, fill in the grave and drag his aching body back to the motel. His phone rang and he flipped it open while pulling the bag of cheap food from the passenger seat. “Dad. Yeah, sorry. I got busy.”
He juggled the phone and bag while unlocking his door. “No, its done. Damn thing nearly torched my car…but its done.” He stepped into the motel, instantly on guard as something seemed out of place. “What? No…I’ve got a line on something in Boise.”
He put the bag down and swept his eyes around the room…coming to rest on the bed. “Okay, I can wait here. I’m at a motel on the east side of town.”
Dean shook his head as he walked toward the bed. The room had a familiar smell…something…Sam. It smelled like Sam. “When?” His father had reason to believe the demon, the one that had sent them into this crazy life, was there in Boston. “Okay, I’ll see you in a few days.”
Dean hung up the phone and picked up the note that waited atop a dark suit which was laid out on the bed. “Come for me…Sam,” was all it said, and Dean shook his head. His body, on the other hand came to complete attention, his cock stiffening, his ass clenching in anticipation. The back of the note held the address.
Dean shook his head and lifted the suit. He wasn’t surprised to find it was exactly his size, and he was struck with the image of Sam having one of his servants measure him while he slept. He blushed at the thought and dropped the suit back onto the bed before locking the door and stripping off his muddy clothes and headed for the shower. It was nowhere as nice as the one Sam had, but the water was hot and it pulled the cold from his bones.
Of course, he wasn’t going. Even though he was stuck waiting for his father…and had nothing better to do. It was a crazy idea. It wasn’t like he could even think about sex. Though his cock was trying to. No. Dean was definitely done with Sam. Suit or no suit.
When the water began to run cold, he got out, wrapping himself in a towel. It was a little creepy, if he let himself think about it. He didn’t remember telling Sam where he was staying…or what his last name was. Dean sank down on the bed and lifted the note again, his finger tracing the words. The smell of Sam clung to the paper and Dean found himself holding the note up to his nose, then shook his head. No. Just no.
Come for me…Sam.
Before Dean was even aware of his actions, he was half dressed in the suit. It was insane. He craved Sam’s smile, Sam’s touch. Two nights. Two nights they’d been together, and he didn’t understand why he felt so compelled, but no matter what his head said, his body was shoving his feet into his boots, hoping no one would notice them and slipping into the jacket that fit like it had been made for him. He paced around the crappy hotel room for ten minutes, arguing with himself, but ultimately he gave in, grabbed the keys and the note and headed out.
The hotel was easy enough to find, the party even more so as it spilled out of the ballroom. Dean was uneasy as he let the Impala go in the hands of a valet and followed the sounds of the band. He was swallowed up in the crowd almost as soon as he cleared the doors, his eyes sweeping around him for Sam. Ten minutes. He told himself. Ten minutes and if he hadn’t found Sam, he’d leave.
“Dean!”
He turned, instantly blinded and immobile in the light of Sam’s smile, released only when Sam’s arms folded around him. “I’m glad you came.”
“Yeah…well…couldn’t let a good suit go to waste.”
Sam released him, his green eyes sweeping over the suit, though Dean got the impression he wasn’t seeing the fabric as much as what lay underneath it. “Did you get your job done?”
Dean nodded and swiped a passing glass of champagne. “Yes, I did.” He sipped on the champagne. “This is some party.”
Sam rolled his eyes. “The old man has a thing for big shows. Most of these people work for him or with him or something.” He turned Dean toward a table near the front of the room. “Come on over, I’ll introduce you.”
Dean drank the champagne down and dropped the glass on a table as he moved through the crowd with Sam’s hand on his back almost possessively. “Mom, Dad, I’d like you to meet someone.” Sam said as they stopped in front of the table. A graying man who still looked like he could kick some serious ass looked up from his cocktail and eyed Dean before reaching for the hand of a seriously hot woman who must be Sam’s mother. “This is Dean. Dean, my parentals…John and Mary.”
Dean swallowed hard and looked at him sharply. “Did you say…John and Mary?”
“It’s a pleasure to meet you Dean. We’ve heard a lot about you.” Mary said, reaching her hand out for Dean’s.
“Um…yeah?” Dean took her hand, his stomach turning. She looked nothing like his mother…what he remembered of his mother…but the coincidence had him uneasy. “I have to say, Sam hasn’t mentioned you all that much.”
She smiled and Dean found himself watching her hand as it stroked over her highly visible cleavage. “That’s our boy…”
“Mother, please. Let’s not get into the embarrassment just yet.”
“Speaking of which, let’s not have a scene here tonight okay, Sam?” his father said, drawing Dean’s attention back to him.
“Of course not. Dean’s here to keep me entertained. Your friends are boring.”
“Kaitlin is going to be here,” the older man offered, raising his drink again. “She reportedly is ready to forgive you for the debacle at Christmas.”
Sam rolled his eyes and moved his hand from Dean’s back to his hand. “I’m sure she is. Too bad I’m not interested anymore. Come on Dean, let’s dance.”
“Dance? No. Really. I don’t—“
Sam pulled him away and toward the dance floor, pressing their bodies close together. “Lighten up. We only have to make a show of things for a little while.” Sam said as Dean tried to mimic his movements and keep from landing on his ass.
“Sam…I don’t dance.”
“Obviously.”
“Could we…sit this one out?”
“I could use a drink.”
Dean nodded, relieved as Sam lead him from the dance floor and toward the bar. Sam ordered them both a beer, then turned to sweep his eyes over Dean once more. Dean’s eyes were on his parents, his mind turning, trying to place the panic swelling inside of him. “I was adopted.” Sam said in his ear, interrupting his thoughts.
“What?” Dean took his beer from him and leaned back against the bar.
“You were looking at them trying to find the family resemblance. There isn’t any.”
“No…I…it’s just weird.”
Sam quirked an eyebrow at him. “What is?”
Dean shook his head. He couldn’t…he’d already come so close to blowing everything. “Your parents…My…my mother’s name was Mary.”
“Was?” Sam took a swig off his beer and moved a little closer.
“Yeah…she died when I was a kid.”
Sam’s hand stroked down his cheek, a comforting, and uncomfortably arousing gesture and Dean turned to him. “My father’s name is John.”
Sam smiled. “Weird.”
“Yeah.” Dean shook his head to clear it. “He’s coming to Boston. My father I mean. That’s why I’m still here.”
“Oh, its not just cause you wanted one more night with me?” Sam asked, his face painted with mock hurt. “When’s he getting here?”
Dean shook his head. “What, want to know how long you can keep my tied to your bed?” Dean asked with a smirk. Not that he planned on letting that actually happen. This game had gone far enough already. “Couple of days, maybe less knowing how he drives.”
There was quiet for a minute between them, a moment Dean took to drink his beer and think about ways to get out of the loud room filled with strangers…a moment Sam took to sneak a hand down Dean’s thigh. “Want to go someplace more quiet?” Sam finally asked and Dean shook his head lightly.
“I really need a good night’s sleep, Sam.”
“I think I know what you need, baby.” Sam nuzzled his neck while his hand cupped his crotch, his fingers stroking him until Dean groaned. “See…Let me take care of you Dean. Let me make you feel good.”
Dean closed his eyes, willing his cock to go down, to stop responding to the subtle touch, but he was already moving away from the bar. Sam leaned in and kissed him, his teeth nipping at Dean’s lips. “Sam.” Dean breathed.
“Come with me.” Sam’s hand closed over Dean’s and they were out in the lobby. A few minutes later, Dean found himself in an elevator, pressed up against the wall while Sam kissed him and stroked him to hardness. “Told you it wouldn’t take a week.” Sam hissed as his kiss wandered off of Dean’s lips and down his neck.
“This is crazy, Sam.”
“I know.” Out of the elevator, Sam half pulled, half cajoled Dean down the hallway to a room. Once inside, Sam pushed Dean against the door, his hands pushing the jacket off before grabbing the tie to pull him across the room. “You’re all I can think about Dean. I want to touch you, taste you…fuck you…all the time.” Sam threw him to the bed. “I’m tired of screwing around.” Sam straddled over him, pulling at his clothes until he had exposed Dean’s chest.
“Is that what we’ve been doing, Sam? Screwing around?”
Sam’s smile was vicious. “Time is running out Dean.”
“Time for what?” Dean pushed up on his elbows and looked up into Sam’s face. “What are you talking about?”
Sam shook his head. “No…you wouldn’t believe me. Let’s forget it. I just want to touch you.” His hands caressed Dean’s chest, rubbing down to his stomach and back. When his hands closed on his fly, Dean scooted backward, pushing Sam back.
“Tell me what’s going on.” His tone was harsh, but he softened it with a hand cupped to Sam’s cheek. “You’re scaring me.”
Sam sat back and gave Dean room to sit up. He shook his head and looked down at his hands. “Strange things have always happened around me, Dean. I see things other people don’t. I have dreams…I dreamed about you for a week before we met. My mother used to say it happened for a reason. That I was meant to do something…to be something.”
Dean caressed his cheek, turned his face up to meet his eyes. “It’s okay Sam. You can trust me.”
Sam chuckled a little at that. “I hardly know you Dean. I mean…I can’t believe how much I want you…but I don’t know you.”
“Funny thing is…I feel like I’ve known you my whole life.” Dean said softly, taking Sam’s hand in his.
“You’re going to think I’m crazy.” Sam shook his head again, looking at Dean out of the corner of his eyes. “But…okay…I’m just going to say it. There’s…a…demon.” He looked at Dean, like he was sure Dean was going to start laughing. When he didn’t, Sam swallowed. “He…It…well, it’s coming. It’s coming for me.”
Dean’s face was tight, serious as he squeezed Sam’s hand. “When?”
Sam turned back to him, his eyes wide with disbelief. “What? You believe me?”
Dean smiled and nodded. “Yeah. When?”
Sam exhaled slowly. “I don’t really know. Soon. I’ve been dreaming about it for days.”
Dean leaned forward to kiss him, lightly at first, then more deeply as Sam melted under his touch, and they ended up laying side by side. “Tell me everything. This is what I do, Sam. I hunt demons, my father and I, we protect people just like you.”
Sam blinked back tears and caressed Dean’s face. “There’s fire…always fire. Some man I think I should know, tall, dark hair…he’s dying…then It comes. Tells me I can save him. All I have to do is take his place.”
“Do you know where?”
Sam shook his head. “No, I always wake up when the fire takes me.”
Dean kissed him again, his tongue caressing Sam’s lips until he opened them, inviting. “It won’t get you…I promise.” Dean whispered.
“How can you…I mean, it’s a demon, Dean.”
Dean took Sam’s hand and kissed the palm, then slid it down to the scar on his lower stomach. “So was this one. It got sent back to hell on the end of my knife,” he whispered. “I can handle this one too.” His lips burned as they kissed over Sam’s jaw. Sam shook a little in his arms and Dean ached with how tender he suddenly seemed.
The Sam he knew had always been strong, in control and Dean knew only one way to get him back to that. He licked his way up to Sam’s ear and whispered, “I want to taste you. I want to come for you.”
Dean started undoing Sam’s tie, slightly surprised that Sam let him. He made sure to touch him, his face, his hair, each inch of skin he exposed as the unbuttoned the crisply pressed dress shirt. Sam lay back, his hands tucked under his head as Dean continued to undress him. His cock was hard by the time Dean got there. Dean pulled Sam’s pants down, then off, taking his shoes at the same time. “Damn, Sam…look at you…”
“Dean.” Sam’s voice was deep, husky, and when he licked his lips, Dean nearly came in his pants.
Dean crawled up his body to kiss him. “What baby? Tell me what you want me to do. I’m yours…all yours….tell me.”
Sam grabbed the back of his head, his fingers pulling on the short hair. His face was suddenly fierce. “I want your mouth on my cock…I want to come in your mouth…now…” Dean grinned and let Sam’s hand guide him back down to where his cock was curved upward, the head swollen and begging for attention. Dean licked around the head until Sam hissed and his hand pulled him down. “Now…Dean…now…”
Dean opened his mouth and let him slide up into him…closing his mouth around him once he was fully inside and slowly sucked his way back to the tip, making Sam arch up off the bed and moan. Then his hand was pushing and Dean took the hint, opening his throat as much as he could and letting Sam thrust upward. “Fuck…Dean…hot…fuck.”
Sam’s hands both fisted in his hair and he shouted as he came quickly, forcing Dean to swallow hard and fast. Sam pulled him up with the same grip in his hair, rolling them until Sam was on top, straddling Dean before claiming his mouth with a fervor that bruised. “Wanna fuck you…wanna taste you and keep you hard for me forever. Wanna hear you scream my name.” Sam whispered over Dean’s skin, each word like a touch. He kissed down Dean’s chest, down to the scar that ran from his navel off to his side, the mark of a demon.
Sam’s eyes were dark as he looked up at Dean just before closing his mouth over the start of the scar and slowly sucked his way down its length. It shouldn’t have been so fucking erotic, but Dean’s cock twitched with each movement. “Wanna taste your come and your blood. Wanna feel your cock. Wanna touch every inch of you and make you so hard for me it hurts us both.”
“Already there, baby.” Dean murmured. Sam worked at his pants down, turning away long enough to get rid of the boots and pants and run his hands back up Dean’s legs.
“Wanna tie you down and give you what you need.” He grasped Dean’s cock roughly and stroked it once. Dean’s eyes rolled closed. The skin on his dick was sore, dry…but the feeling of Sam taking possession of it was everything he wanted right that moment.
Suddenly, Sam lay across him, his face beside Dean’s. “Are you mine, Dean?” His eyes were so dark they seemed black and Dean shivered beneath him.
“Yours, Sammy…yours. I’ll do anything for you.”
“Anything?” Sam smiled down at him as Dean swallowed and nodded.
“Anything.”
“I’m gonna make you feel so good.” Lips and teeth, tongue over unshaved skin down to Dean’s throat, biting just hard enough that Dean ached for more. Sam’s hands moved Dean’s arms up over his head. “I’ve been thinking about this all day.” Sam whispered as he closed a cuff over Dean’s wrist. He snapped the next cuff over the other and kissed and nipped his way back down the sensitive underside of the arm.
“Sam.” Dean gasped it, his hips thrusting in search of something, anything to rub against.
“Not yet…I’ll make it good I promise.” Sam’s hands were like fire tracing scars and lines of muscle, touching…searing his flesh everywhere but where Dean needed them most. “The next time you come for me baby everything changes…” Tongue…following fingers, over his thighs, and Dean was suddenly aware of a pattern building…symbols that tingled on his skin as Sam’s tongue moved over them…
His legs were lifted, separated and Sam was kneeling between them. Dean looked up through the haze of desire and lust, and Sam’s mouth was moving…words without sounds…his eyes opened and Dean started. “No..” He pulled against the cuffs. “Sam…no…please!”
The knife in his hands was large, ornate…a ritual blade and Dean couldn’t move, couldn’t breath as it came down slowly, moving casually almost to his navel. Sam’s cock invaded him as the knife carved into his flesh, tracing the long scar, opening it as though it had never healed, before moving to create a matching one on his left side. Dean’s vision swam, the blood pooling along the cuts, even as Sam’s fucked him. The sensations were overpowering. He belatedly understood the blade had been drugged…Sam’s hands pressed against the wounds, then moved to Dean’s cock, still hard and aching and ready to blow. The heat of his own blood soaked into his cock as Sam’s mouth kept moving, Latin flowing into Dean’s head as the room spun and he lost himself inside the need of his body to please…to serve…
“Sam…” he said it weakly, the last offering of resistance.
“Come for me, Dean. Give yourself over to it…I promise it will feel so good.”
Dean’s body gave in for him, tilting his hips so that Sam penetrated still deeper and his cock slid harder in his hands. “Scream for me.” Sam whispered and Dean could hear his voice screaming Sam’s name as his cock spewed come into his wounds and Sam thrust still harder into him. As Sam groaned and came inside him, Dean’s eyes closed and he fell into the dark.
Sam was panting with the exertion as he pulled himself up and off of Dean. “Got you now.” He fumbled for his pants and pulled out a cell phone. “He’s on his way to Boston now. I’ve done my part. Make sure you have your part done. This time John Winchester won’t be getting away.”
Title: My Brother's Keeper, Part Six(Part One Here, Part Two Here, Part Three Here, Part Four Here, Part Five Here)
Characters/Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: NC-17
Table: #1
Prompt: 019 Crazy
Word Count: 3286
Summary: Complete AU. On the night the demon kills Mary Winchester, John saves Dean, but before he can go back for Sam, the fire spreads. It is assumed that Sam is dead along with his mother. In reality, he has been taken and is raised by a family dedicate to the demon who killed Mary. One night after a hunt, Dean runs into him in a bar in Palo Alto, never a clue who he really is.
Warnings: Incest, m/m sex, blood play, bondage, non-con. Evil-ness abounds--Sam knows Dean better than Dean might think, and manipulates him into getting exactly what he wants from him...before Dean realizes just what Sam is up to...
This is my twenty-fifth ficlet for my Supernatural claim on
100_situations. Clicky for tableDean groaned with the effort it took to haul himself out of the Impala. The night was still young, barely 8 pm and he had managed to salt and burn the bones of the fire-happy ghost, fill in the grave and drag his aching body back to the motel. His phone rang and he flipped it open while pulling the bag of cheap food from the passenger seat. “Dad. Yeah, sorry. I got busy.”
He juggled the phone and bag while unlocking his door. “No, its done. Damn thing nearly torched my car…but its done.” He stepped into the motel, instantly on guard as something seemed out of place. “What? No…I’ve got a line on something in Boise.”
He put the bag down and swept his eyes around the room…coming to rest on the bed. “Okay, I can wait here. I’m at a motel on the east side of town.”
Dean shook his head as he walked toward the bed. The room had a familiar smell…something…Sam. It smelled like Sam. “When?” His father had reason to believe the demon, the one that had sent them into this crazy life, was there in Boston. “Okay, I’ll see you in a few days.”
Dean hung up the phone and picked up the note that waited atop a dark suit which was laid out on the bed. “Come for me…Sam,” was all it said, and Dean shook his head. His body, on the other hand came to complete attention, his cock stiffening, his ass clenching in anticipation. The back of the note held the address.
Dean shook his head and lifted the suit. He wasn’t surprised to find it was exactly his size, and he was struck with the image of Sam having one of his servants measure him while he slept. He blushed at the thought and dropped the suit back onto the bed before locking the door and stripping off his muddy clothes and headed for the shower. It was nowhere as nice as the one Sam had, but the water was hot and it pulled the cold from his bones.
Of course, he wasn’t going. Even though he was stuck waiting for his father…and had nothing better to do. It was a crazy idea. It wasn’t like he could even think about sex. Though his cock was trying to. No. Dean was definitely done with Sam. Suit or no suit.
When the water began to run cold, he got out, wrapping himself in a towel. It was a little creepy, if he let himself think about it. He didn’t remember telling Sam where he was staying…or what his last name was. Dean sank down on the bed and lifted the note again, his finger tracing the words. The smell of Sam clung to the paper and Dean found himself holding the note up to his nose, then shook his head. No. Just no.
Come for me…Sam.
Before Dean was even aware of his actions, he was half dressed in the suit. It was insane. He craved Sam’s smile, Sam’s touch. Two nights. Two nights they’d been together, and he didn’t understand why he felt so compelled, but no matter what his head said, his body was shoving his feet into his boots, hoping no one would notice them and slipping into the jacket that fit like it had been made for him. He paced around the crappy hotel room for ten minutes, arguing with himself, but ultimately he gave in, grabbed the keys and the note and headed out.
The hotel was easy enough to find, the party even more so as it spilled out of the ballroom. Dean was uneasy as he let the Impala go in the hands of a valet and followed the sounds of the band. He was swallowed up in the crowd almost as soon as he cleared the doors, his eyes sweeping around him for Sam. Ten minutes. He told himself. Ten minutes and if he hadn’t found Sam, he’d leave.
“Dean!”
He turned, instantly blinded and immobile in the light of Sam’s smile, released only when Sam’s arms folded around him. “I’m glad you came.”
“Yeah…well…couldn’t let a good suit go to waste.”
Sam released him, his green eyes sweeping over the suit, though Dean got the impression he wasn’t seeing the fabric as much as what lay underneath it. “Did you get your job done?”
Dean nodded and swiped a passing glass of champagne. “Yes, I did.” He sipped on the champagne. “This is some party.”
Sam rolled his eyes. “The old man has a thing for big shows. Most of these people work for him or with him or something.” He turned Dean toward a table near the front of the room. “Come on over, I’ll introduce you.”
Dean drank the champagne down and dropped the glass on a table as he moved through the crowd with Sam’s hand on his back almost possessively. “Mom, Dad, I’d like you to meet someone.” Sam said as they stopped in front of the table. A graying man who still looked like he could kick some serious ass looked up from his cocktail and eyed Dean before reaching for the hand of a seriously hot woman who must be Sam’s mother. “This is Dean. Dean, my parentals…John and Mary.”
Dean swallowed hard and looked at him sharply. “Did you say…John and Mary?”
“It’s a pleasure to meet you Dean. We’ve heard a lot about you.” Mary said, reaching her hand out for Dean’s.
“Um…yeah?” Dean took her hand, his stomach turning. She looked nothing like his mother…what he remembered of his mother…but the coincidence had him uneasy. “I have to say, Sam hasn’t mentioned you all that much.”
She smiled and Dean found himself watching her hand as it stroked over her highly visible cleavage. “That’s our boy…”
“Mother, please. Let’s not get into the embarrassment just yet.”
“Speaking of which, let’s not have a scene here tonight okay, Sam?” his father said, drawing Dean’s attention back to him.
“Of course not. Dean’s here to keep me entertained. Your friends are boring.”
“Kaitlin is going to be here,” the older man offered, raising his drink again. “She reportedly is ready to forgive you for the debacle at Christmas.”
Sam rolled his eyes and moved his hand from Dean’s back to his hand. “I’m sure she is. Too bad I’m not interested anymore. Come on Dean, let’s dance.”
“Dance? No. Really. I don’t—“
Sam pulled him away and toward the dance floor, pressing their bodies close together. “Lighten up. We only have to make a show of things for a little while.” Sam said as Dean tried to mimic his movements and keep from landing on his ass.
“Sam…I don’t dance.”
“Obviously.”
“Could we…sit this one out?”
“I could use a drink.”
Dean nodded, relieved as Sam lead him from the dance floor and toward the bar. Sam ordered them both a beer, then turned to sweep his eyes over Dean once more. Dean’s eyes were on his parents, his mind turning, trying to place the panic swelling inside of him. “I was adopted.” Sam said in his ear, interrupting his thoughts.
“What?” Dean took his beer from him and leaned back against the bar.
“You were looking at them trying to find the family resemblance. There isn’t any.”
“No…I…it’s just weird.”
Sam quirked an eyebrow at him. “What is?”
Dean shook his head. He couldn’t…he’d already come so close to blowing everything. “Your parents…My…my mother’s name was Mary.”
“Was?” Sam took a swig off his beer and moved a little closer.
“Yeah…she died when I was a kid.”
Sam’s hand stroked down his cheek, a comforting, and uncomfortably arousing gesture and Dean turned to him. “My father’s name is John.”
Sam smiled. “Weird.”
“Yeah.” Dean shook his head to clear it. “He’s coming to Boston. My father I mean. That’s why I’m still here.”
“Oh, its not just cause you wanted one more night with me?” Sam asked, his face painted with mock hurt. “When’s he getting here?”
Dean shook his head. “What, want to know how long you can keep my tied to your bed?” Dean asked with a smirk. Not that he planned on letting that actually happen. This game had gone far enough already. “Couple of days, maybe less knowing how he drives.”
There was quiet for a minute between them, a moment Dean took to drink his beer and think about ways to get out of the loud room filled with strangers…a moment Sam took to sneak a hand down Dean’s thigh. “Want to go someplace more quiet?” Sam finally asked and Dean shook his head lightly.
“I really need a good night’s sleep, Sam.”
“I think I know what you need, baby.” Sam nuzzled his neck while his hand cupped his crotch, his fingers stroking him until Dean groaned. “See…Let me take care of you Dean. Let me make you feel good.”
Dean closed his eyes, willing his cock to go down, to stop responding to the subtle touch, but he was already moving away from the bar. Sam leaned in and kissed him, his teeth nipping at Dean’s lips. “Sam.” Dean breathed.
“Come with me.” Sam’s hand closed over Dean’s and they were out in the lobby. A few minutes later, Dean found himself in an elevator, pressed up against the wall while Sam kissed him and stroked him to hardness. “Told you it wouldn’t take a week.” Sam hissed as his kiss wandered off of Dean’s lips and down his neck.
“This is crazy, Sam.”
“I know.” Out of the elevator, Sam half pulled, half cajoled Dean down the hallway to a room. Once inside, Sam pushed Dean against the door, his hands pushing the jacket off before grabbing the tie to pull him across the room. “You’re all I can think about Dean. I want to touch you, taste you…fuck you…all the time.” Sam threw him to the bed. “I’m tired of screwing around.” Sam straddled over him, pulling at his clothes until he had exposed Dean’s chest.
“Is that what we’ve been doing, Sam? Screwing around?”
Sam’s smile was vicious. “Time is running out Dean.”
“Time for what?” Dean pushed up on his elbows and looked up into Sam’s face. “What are you talking about?”
Sam shook his head. “No…you wouldn’t believe me. Let’s forget it. I just want to touch you.” His hands caressed Dean’s chest, rubbing down to his stomach and back. When his hands closed on his fly, Dean scooted backward, pushing Sam back.
“Tell me what’s going on.” His tone was harsh, but he softened it with a hand cupped to Sam’s cheek. “You’re scaring me.”
Sam sat back and gave Dean room to sit up. He shook his head and looked down at his hands. “Strange things have always happened around me, Dean. I see things other people don’t. I have dreams…I dreamed about you for a week before we met. My mother used to say it happened for a reason. That I was meant to do something…to be something.”
Dean caressed his cheek, turned his face up to meet his eyes. “It’s okay Sam. You can trust me.”
Sam chuckled a little at that. “I hardly know you Dean. I mean…I can’t believe how much I want you…but I don’t know you.”
“Funny thing is…I feel like I’ve known you my whole life.” Dean said softly, taking Sam’s hand in his.
“You’re going to think I’m crazy.” Sam shook his head again, looking at Dean out of the corner of his eyes. “But…okay…I’m just going to say it. There’s…a…demon.” He looked at Dean, like he was sure Dean was going to start laughing. When he didn’t, Sam swallowed. “He…It…well, it’s coming. It’s coming for me.”
Dean’s face was tight, serious as he squeezed Sam’s hand. “When?”
Sam turned back to him, his eyes wide with disbelief. “What? You believe me?”
Dean smiled and nodded. “Yeah. When?”
Sam exhaled slowly. “I don’t really know. Soon. I’ve been dreaming about it for days.”
Dean leaned forward to kiss him, lightly at first, then more deeply as Sam melted under his touch, and they ended up laying side by side. “Tell me everything. This is what I do, Sam. I hunt demons, my father and I, we protect people just like you.”
Sam blinked back tears and caressed Dean’s face. “There’s fire…always fire. Some man I think I should know, tall, dark hair…he’s dying…then It comes. Tells me I can save him. All I have to do is take his place.”
“Do you know where?”
Sam shook his head. “No, I always wake up when the fire takes me.”
Dean kissed him again, his tongue caressing Sam’s lips until he opened them, inviting. “It won’t get you…I promise.” Dean whispered.
“How can you…I mean, it’s a demon, Dean.”
Dean took Sam’s hand and kissed the palm, then slid it down to the scar on his lower stomach. “So was this one. It got sent back to hell on the end of my knife,” he whispered. “I can handle this one too.” His lips burned as they kissed over Sam’s jaw. Sam shook a little in his arms and Dean ached with how tender he suddenly seemed.
The Sam he knew had always been strong, in control and Dean knew only one way to get him back to that. He licked his way up to Sam’s ear and whispered, “I want to taste you. I want to come for you.”
Dean started undoing Sam’s tie, slightly surprised that Sam let him. He made sure to touch him, his face, his hair, each inch of skin he exposed as the unbuttoned the crisply pressed dress shirt. Sam lay back, his hands tucked under his head as Dean continued to undress him. His cock was hard by the time Dean got there. Dean pulled Sam’s pants down, then off, taking his shoes at the same time. “Damn, Sam…look at you…”
“Dean.” Sam’s voice was deep, husky, and when he licked his lips, Dean nearly came in his pants.
Dean crawled up his body to kiss him. “What baby? Tell me what you want me to do. I’m yours…all yours….tell me.”
Sam grabbed the back of his head, his fingers pulling on the short hair. His face was suddenly fierce. “I want your mouth on my cock…I want to come in your mouth…now…” Dean grinned and let Sam’s hand guide him back down to where his cock was curved upward, the head swollen and begging for attention. Dean licked around the head until Sam hissed and his hand pulled him down. “Now…Dean…now…”
Dean opened his mouth and let him slide up into him…closing his mouth around him once he was fully inside and slowly sucked his way back to the tip, making Sam arch up off the bed and moan. Then his hand was pushing and Dean took the hint, opening his throat as much as he could and letting Sam thrust upward. “Fuck…Dean…hot…fuck.”
Sam’s hands both fisted in his hair and he shouted as he came quickly, forcing Dean to swallow hard and fast. Sam pulled him up with the same grip in his hair, rolling them until Sam was on top, straddling Dean before claiming his mouth with a fervor that bruised. “Wanna fuck you…wanna taste you and keep you hard for me forever. Wanna hear you scream my name.” Sam whispered over Dean’s skin, each word like a touch. He kissed down Dean’s chest, down to the scar that ran from his navel off to his side, the mark of a demon.
Sam’s eyes were dark as he looked up at Dean just before closing his mouth over the start of the scar and slowly sucked his way down its length. It shouldn’t have been so fucking erotic, but Dean’s cock twitched with each movement. “Wanna taste your come and your blood. Wanna feel your cock. Wanna touch every inch of you and make you so hard for me it hurts us both.”
“Already there, baby.” Dean murmured. Sam worked at his pants down, turning away long enough to get rid of the boots and pants and run his hands back up Dean’s legs.
“Wanna tie you down and give you what you need.” He grasped Dean’s cock roughly and stroked it once. Dean’s eyes rolled closed. The skin on his dick was sore, dry…but the feeling of Sam taking possession of it was everything he wanted right that moment.
Suddenly, Sam lay across him, his face beside Dean’s. “Are you mine, Dean?” His eyes were so dark they seemed black and Dean shivered beneath him.
“Yours, Sammy…yours. I’ll do anything for you.”
“Anything?” Sam smiled down at him as Dean swallowed and nodded.
“Anything.”
“I’m gonna make you feel so good.” Lips and teeth, tongue over unshaved skin down to Dean’s throat, biting just hard enough that Dean ached for more. Sam’s hands moved Dean’s arms up over his head. “I’ve been thinking about this all day.” Sam whispered as he closed a cuff over Dean’s wrist. He snapped the next cuff over the other and kissed and nipped his way back down the sensitive underside of the arm.
“Sam.” Dean gasped it, his hips thrusting in search of something, anything to rub against.
“Not yet…I’ll make it good I promise.” Sam’s hands were like fire tracing scars and lines of muscle, touching…searing his flesh everywhere but where Dean needed them most. “The next time you come for me baby everything changes…” Tongue…following fingers, over his thighs, and Dean was suddenly aware of a pattern building…symbols that tingled on his skin as Sam’s tongue moved over them…
His legs were lifted, separated and Sam was kneeling between them. Dean looked up through the haze of desire and lust, and Sam’s mouth was moving…words without sounds…his eyes opened and Dean started. “No..” He pulled against the cuffs. “Sam…no…please!”
The knife in his hands was large, ornate…a ritual blade and Dean couldn’t move, couldn’t breath as it came down slowly, moving casually almost to his navel. Sam’s cock invaded him as the knife carved into his flesh, tracing the long scar, opening it as though it had never healed, before moving to create a matching one on his left side. Dean’s vision swam, the blood pooling along the cuts, even as Sam’s fucked him. The sensations were overpowering. He belatedly understood the blade had been drugged…Sam’s hands pressed against the wounds, then moved to Dean’s cock, still hard and aching and ready to blow. The heat of his own blood soaked into his cock as Sam’s mouth kept moving, Latin flowing into Dean’s head as the room spun and he lost himself inside the need of his body to please…to serve…
“Sam…” he said it weakly, the last offering of resistance.
“Come for me, Dean. Give yourself over to it…I promise it will feel so good.”
Dean’s body gave in for him, tilting his hips so that Sam penetrated still deeper and his cock slid harder in his hands. “Scream for me.” Sam whispered and Dean could hear his voice screaming Sam’s name as his cock spewed come into his wounds and Sam thrust still harder into him. As Sam groaned and came inside him, Dean’s eyes closed and he fell into the dark.
Sam was panting with the exertion as he pulled himself up and off of Dean. “Got you now.” He fumbled for his pants and pulled out a cell phone. “He’s on his way to Boston now. I’ve done my part. Make sure you have your part done. This time John Winchester won’t be getting away.”
