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Title: My Brother's Keeper, Part Seven(Part One Here, Part Two Here, Part Three Here, Part Four Here, Part Five Here, Part Six Here)
Characters/Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: NC-17
Table: #1
Prompt: 011 Disgust
Word Count: 1722
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--No actual sex here...manipulation of various varieties...and the revelation that changes everything.
This is my twenty-sixth ficlet for my Supernatural claim on![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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Morning came heavily, falling out of dreams of Sam’s eyes black as night, of power flowing through him and into Dean and dropping into the pillow softness of a bed that was nothing like his usual motel room mattress. Sam spooned up behind him, his body warm, his cock between Dean’s cheeks, his arm draped possessively over Dean’s chest. It felt like home, and despite a desperate need to pee, Dean didn’t want to move.
Sam groaned behind him, pulling him closer as if sensing Dean’s thoughts about getting up. For the moment, Dean was content to lay still in Sam’s arms. He squinted at the clock and closed his eyes. It was barely seven-thirty. He was never awake this early without a good reason, and considering that he had a soft bed and a warm body beside him, he couldn’t think of a good reason…except that he still had to pee.
Dean rolled onto his back, and found Sam’s eyes open. “Hey,” he said softly.
Sam smiled a little, looking vulnerable and a little sad. “Hey.”
Dean raised his hand and kissed it, then kissed Sam’s lips. “I’ll be right back.” He slipped out of bed and padded across the floor to the bathroom to relieve himself. He stared at his reflection as he washed his hands, trying to place why there would be blood on his skin, why he had marks on his skin that hadn’t been there last time he looked.
He remembered coming back to the room with Sam, ordering room service…talking about this demon Sam was afraid of…drinking entirely too much…and not much else.
“Dean?”
Dean shook his head and emerged from the bathroom. Sam was propped up against the pillows. “You okay?”
Dean smiled and nodded, crossing back to the bed. “Yeah…I’m good.” His eyes spotted the knife on the bedside table as he crawled back in under the covers. So they’d played rough. That explained a lot. “I’m cold now…but good.”
Sam drew him close, sharing body heat as he curled up with his head on Dean’s shoulder. “I had another dream. It’s my father. He’s going to give me to the demon.”
Dean stroked his arm. “It’s going to be okay Sam. I’m not going to let you out of my sight.” Sam shifted even closer, his nose nuzzling into Dean’s neck.
“Let’s just stay here for today. You and me and the bed. We can order room service, and never get out of bed.”
Dean thought nothing in the world sounded better.
“Dean, come here.” Sam’s voice wasn’t harsh or commanding, but Dean walked to his side without question. “Sit down.” Dean sat, looking up expectantly. “Stand up.” Dean did, though he had a look on his face like he wanted to say something. “Will you do something for me Dean?”
“Anything.”
Sam smiled and touched his face. “Yes, baby, I think you would.” Sam turned to the other man in the room, his father Dean recognized belatedly. He thought he should be embarrassed to be standing in front of the father of his lover naked, but he wasn’t. “We’re ready for the next step.”
The older man nodded. “Nearly everything is in place. We need a few more hours. By nightfall we’ll be ready.”
“And our father?”
“Spotted at the motel.”
Sam nodded. “Good. Did you plant Dean’s note?”
“Yes, just like you wanted.”
“I do believe that we will be ready for His arrival tonight then. Now get out of here. I want to play with my toy.”
The older man rolled his eyes and reached for the door. “Just don’t break him…any more. We need him functional to do his part.”
“Don’t worry, Daddy… I know what I’m doing.”
Dean turned to Sam as the door closed. “What’s my part?” he asked, as Sam took his hand to lead him back to the bed.
Sam smiled softly. “To save me from the demon, remember?” His kiss was tender, soft. “Well, that and to please me.”
Dean closed his eyes and inhaled the strong scent of Sam. It filled him with desire, with the desire to please, to serve. Somewhere deep inside the thought was disturbing…but Sam’s hands were in his hair, his lips pulling on Dean’s…and all that mattered was the touch. “Will you get hard for me, baby? I want to tease you…”
“Anything Sam. Anything for you.” Dean whispered, his cock hardening even though it hadn’t been touched yet.
Sam pushed him down onto the bed. “Let’s see how long we can keep it like this.” He stroked his hand over the underside, smiling when Dean hissed. “I want you needy and desperate when the time comes.”
The sound of a cell phone ringing jangled him out of the half asleep state and brought Dean away from the window. It was dark outside, though only barely and he had the nagging feeling he was supposed to be some place. He located his cell phone and lifted it, blinking as his father’s number registered. “Dad?”
“Dean…I---“ The rest of his statement was lost in static and Dean had to hold the phone away from him for a second.
“I didn’t get that Dad…where are you?”
“Warehouse…Detscher…” More static swallowed his words. “Demon is here.”
“Dad?” The call ended, leaving Dean standing naked in the hotel room alone.
“Dean?” Sam emerged from the bathroom, his body draped in a towel and Dean felt his cock twitch. “What’s wrong?”
“My father…he’s in trouble.”
Sam’s face flooded with concern. “Where?”
Dean shook his head. “He said something about a warehouse and Detscher.”
Sam went white. “My father’s company owns a warehouse down by the docks. The name on the building is Detscher.”
Dean’s jaw clenched and he turned away from Sam. “So, It thinks it can get you by using my father.” Sam’s hands trailed over his back, making him ache with need. He had been hard all day…all afternoon. Every time he’d come close, Sam had backed away, torn by his fear, by his dreams and nothing Dean could do would drive away the haunted look in his eyes. “I have to go, Sam.”
“You promised me Dean…you swore you’d protect me.” Dean closed his eyes as Sam’s words dragged over his skin.
“I will. I will. I promise. But we’ve been hunting this thing so long, Sam. It’s taken so much from us, from me. It took my mother. It took my baby brother. It left us alone.” Dean shook with the suppressed pain and rage. “I was only a kid, but I’ll never forget that night.”
“You never said you had a brother.” Sam embraced him from behind, his hands warm against his skin.
“He was 6 months old when he died.” Dean let his head rest against Sam’s shoulder. “I can’t let it have my father too.” His voice was barely above a whisper.
“What if I told you that your brother wasn’t gone, Dean?” Sam’s voice was just as soft.
“What?” Dean turned to face him, the question coloring his face.
“It didn’t get me then…she saved me, gave her life to keep me alive. That’s why it wants me now.”
Dean took a step backwards, trying to wrap his mind around Sam’s words. “What are you saying?”
“I never told you my last name, Dean. I didn’t want you to know. I thought you’d leave me…I thought you’d be disgusted by what we’d done.” Sam stepped toward him, but Dean held up his hands and moved away.
“Tell me what you mean, Sam. Tell me now.”
“I only found out the other day, after you left my house. My mother, the one who raised me, she runs background checks on everyone…and they never changed my name, said that they wanted me to know where I came from…Please, Dean.”
“No. No fucking way.” Dean shook his head and moved toward the bed where he’d piled his clothes. His cock was still hard as he pulled his pants on over them.
“Dean.” There was so much pain and confusion and desperation held in that one word that Dean actually looked up at him. “Please, don’t be angry. Don’t…I need you.”
“You knew? You knew that I was your brother and you let me…made me…fuck.” Before he knew it Sam was on the bed, his hands on Dean’s face.
“Dean, I think…fuck, I love you. I have since I saw you that night in Palo Alto. And maybe…brothers aren’t supposed to…feel...this…but if you shut me out, if you won’t let me touch you…”
Dean raised his hands to Sam’s and pulled them from his face. “Stop.” He said it softly, holding Sam’s hands between them. “Just for right now. Stop.” He closed his eyes against the tears in Sam’s eyes and took a deep breath. “We can figure all of this out later, Sammy. I promise. Right now, we both need to get dressed and get down to that warehouse.”
“You said you’d do anything for me.”
Dean opened his eyes and nodded once, tightly. “I will. Trust me.” He let his lips brush Sam’s…just a chaste promise before he pulled back and returned to the task of putting on clothes.
For a moment, Sam knelt on the bed watching him, then slowly, he turned away and began dressing himself, keeping his smile hidden. Disgust was exactly what he wanted Dean to feel right at that moment. It would make what was to come even sweeter by comparison. Sam finished pulling on his shoes and schooled his face back to one of fear, confusion and love. Dean scarcely looked at him though as he marched for the door.
He paused with it open and glanced over his shoulder. “I won’t let it have you Sammy. You know that, right?”
Sam nodded and came to join him. “I know.”
Dean sighed and held the door open for Sam to pass through. He adjusted his pants, still rock hard and dragged his eyes off of Sam’s ass. Some part of him should have known. Some part of him should have been able to sense it. That he could feel…lust…that this could be the infant brother he had always believed was dead…Dean’s mind reeled with the information, with the wrongness…everything was different, changed…and Dean wasn’t sure he’d ever be okay again.
Title: My Brother's Keeper, Part Seven(Part One Here, Part Two Here, Part Three Here, Part Four Here, Part Five Here, Part Six Here)
Characters/Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: NC-17
Table: #1
Prompt: 011 Disgust
Word Count: 1722
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--No actual sex here...manipulation of various varieties...and the revelation that changes everything.
This is my twenty-sixth ficlet for my Supernatural claim on
100_situations. Clicky for tableMorning came heavily, falling out of dreams of Sam’s eyes black as night, of power flowing through him and into Dean and dropping into the pillow softness of a bed that was nothing like his usual motel room mattress. Sam spooned up behind him, his body warm, his cock between Dean’s cheeks, his arm draped possessively over Dean’s chest. It felt like home, and despite a desperate need to pee, Dean didn’t want to move.
Sam groaned behind him, pulling him closer as if sensing Dean’s thoughts about getting up. For the moment, Dean was content to lay still in Sam’s arms. He squinted at the clock and closed his eyes. It was barely seven-thirty. He was never awake this early without a good reason, and considering that he had a soft bed and a warm body beside him, he couldn’t think of a good reason…except that he still had to pee.
Dean rolled onto his back, and found Sam’s eyes open. “Hey,” he said softly.
Sam smiled a little, looking vulnerable and a little sad. “Hey.”
Dean raised his hand and kissed it, then kissed Sam’s lips. “I’ll be right back.” He slipped out of bed and padded across the floor to the bathroom to relieve himself. He stared at his reflection as he washed his hands, trying to place why there would be blood on his skin, why he had marks on his skin that hadn’t been there last time he looked.
He remembered coming back to the room with Sam, ordering room service…talking about this demon Sam was afraid of…drinking entirely too much…and not much else.
“Dean?”
Dean shook his head and emerged from the bathroom. Sam was propped up against the pillows. “You okay?”
Dean smiled and nodded, crossing back to the bed. “Yeah…I’m good.” His eyes spotted the knife on the bedside table as he crawled back in under the covers. So they’d played rough. That explained a lot. “I’m cold now…but good.”
Sam drew him close, sharing body heat as he curled up with his head on Dean’s shoulder. “I had another dream. It’s my father. He’s going to give me to the demon.”
Dean stroked his arm. “It’s going to be okay Sam. I’m not going to let you out of my sight.” Sam shifted even closer, his nose nuzzling into Dean’s neck.
“Let’s just stay here for today. You and me and the bed. We can order room service, and never get out of bed.”
Dean thought nothing in the world sounded better.
“Dean, come here.” Sam’s voice wasn’t harsh or commanding, but Dean walked to his side without question. “Sit down.” Dean sat, looking up expectantly. “Stand up.” Dean did, though he had a look on his face like he wanted to say something. “Will you do something for me Dean?”
“Anything.”
Sam smiled and touched his face. “Yes, baby, I think you would.” Sam turned to the other man in the room, his father Dean recognized belatedly. He thought he should be embarrassed to be standing in front of the father of his lover naked, but he wasn’t. “We’re ready for the next step.”
The older man nodded. “Nearly everything is in place. We need a few more hours. By nightfall we’ll be ready.”
“And our father?”
“Spotted at the motel.”
Sam nodded. “Good. Did you plant Dean’s note?”
“Yes, just like you wanted.”
“I do believe that we will be ready for His arrival tonight then. Now get out of here. I want to play with my toy.”
The older man rolled his eyes and reached for the door. “Just don’t break him…any more. We need him functional to do his part.”
“Don’t worry, Daddy… I know what I’m doing.”
Dean turned to Sam as the door closed. “What’s my part?” he asked, as Sam took his hand to lead him back to the bed.
Sam smiled softly. “To save me from the demon, remember?” His kiss was tender, soft. “Well, that and to please me.”
Dean closed his eyes and inhaled the strong scent of Sam. It filled him with desire, with the desire to please, to serve. Somewhere deep inside the thought was disturbing…but Sam’s hands were in his hair, his lips pulling on Dean’s…and all that mattered was the touch. “Will you get hard for me, baby? I want to tease you…”
“Anything Sam. Anything for you.” Dean whispered, his cock hardening even though it hadn’t been touched yet.
Sam pushed him down onto the bed. “Let’s see how long we can keep it like this.” He stroked his hand over the underside, smiling when Dean hissed. “I want you needy and desperate when the time comes.”
The sound of a cell phone ringing jangled him out of the half asleep state and brought Dean away from the window. It was dark outside, though only barely and he had the nagging feeling he was supposed to be some place. He located his cell phone and lifted it, blinking as his father’s number registered. “Dad?”
“Dean…I---“ The rest of his statement was lost in static and Dean had to hold the phone away from him for a second.
“I didn’t get that Dad…where are you?”
“Warehouse…Detscher…” More static swallowed his words. “Demon is here.”
“Dad?” The call ended, leaving Dean standing naked in the hotel room alone.
“Dean?” Sam emerged from the bathroom, his body draped in a towel and Dean felt his cock twitch. “What’s wrong?”
“My father…he’s in trouble.”
Sam’s face flooded with concern. “Where?”
Dean shook his head. “He said something about a warehouse and Detscher.”
Sam went white. “My father’s company owns a warehouse down by the docks. The name on the building is Detscher.”
Dean’s jaw clenched and he turned away from Sam. “So, It thinks it can get you by using my father.” Sam’s hands trailed over his back, making him ache with need. He had been hard all day…all afternoon. Every time he’d come close, Sam had backed away, torn by his fear, by his dreams and nothing Dean could do would drive away the haunted look in his eyes. “I have to go, Sam.”
“You promised me Dean…you swore you’d protect me.” Dean closed his eyes as Sam’s words dragged over his skin.
“I will. I will. I promise. But we’ve been hunting this thing so long, Sam. It’s taken so much from us, from me. It took my mother. It took my baby brother. It left us alone.” Dean shook with the suppressed pain and rage. “I was only a kid, but I’ll never forget that night.”
“You never said you had a brother.” Sam embraced him from behind, his hands warm against his skin.
“He was 6 months old when he died.” Dean let his head rest against Sam’s shoulder. “I can’t let it have my father too.” His voice was barely above a whisper.
“What if I told you that your brother wasn’t gone, Dean?” Sam’s voice was just as soft.
“What?” Dean turned to face him, the question coloring his face.
“It didn’t get me then…she saved me, gave her life to keep me alive. That’s why it wants me now.”
Dean took a step backwards, trying to wrap his mind around Sam’s words. “What are you saying?”
“I never told you my last name, Dean. I didn’t want you to know. I thought you’d leave me…I thought you’d be disgusted by what we’d done.” Sam stepped toward him, but Dean held up his hands and moved away.
“Tell me what you mean, Sam. Tell me now.”
“I only found out the other day, after you left my house. My mother, the one who raised me, she runs background checks on everyone…and they never changed my name, said that they wanted me to know where I came from…Please, Dean.”
“No. No fucking way.” Dean shook his head and moved toward the bed where he’d piled his clothes. His cock was still hard as he pulled his pants on over them.
“Dean.” There was so much pain and confusion and desperation held in that one word that Dean actually looked up at him. “Please, don’t be angry. Don’t…I need you.”
“You knew? You knew that I was your brother and you let me…made me…fuck.” Before he knew it Sam was on the bed, his hands on Dean’s face.
“Dean, I think…fuck, I love you. I have since I saw you that night in Palo Alto. And maybe…brothers aren’t supposed to…feel...this…but if you shut me out, if you won’t let me touch you…”
Dean raised his hands to Sam’s and pulled them from his face. “Stop.” He said it softly, holding Sam’s hands between them. “Just for right now. Stop.” He closed his eyes against the tears in Sam’s eyes and took a deep breath. “We can figure all of this out later, Sammy. I promise. Right now, we both need to get dressed and get down to that warehouse.”
“You said you’d do anything for me.”
Dean opened his eyes and nodded once, tightly. “I will. Trust me.” He let his lips brush Sam’s…just a chaste promise before he pulled back and returned to the task of putting on clothes.
For a moment, Sam knelt on the bed watching him, then slowly, he turned away and began dressing himself, keeping his smile hidden. Disgust was exactly what he wanted Dean to feel right at that moment. It would make what was to come even sweeter by comparison. Sam finished pulling on his shoes and schooled his face back to one of fear, confusion and love. Dean scarcely looked at him though as he marched for the door.
He paused with it open and glanced over his shoulder. “I won’t let it have you Sammy. You know that, right?”
Sam nodded and came to join him. “I know.”
Dean sighed and held the door open for Sam to pass through. He adjusted his pants, still rock hard and dragged his eyes off of Sam’s ass. Some part of him should have known. Some part of him should have been able to sense it. That he could feel…lust…that this could be the infant brother he had always believed was dead…Dean’s mind reeled with the information, with the wrongness…everything was different, changed…and Dean wasn’t sure he’d ever be okay again.
