You Belong to Me, Part Three - Supernatural, NC-17

[phantisma]

Fandom: Supernatural
Title: You Belong to Me (Part One & Part Two)
Pairing: Sam/Dean, John/Dean, Sam/Dean/John, Dean/OMC
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~24000 (total)
Summary: Sam's always been a little different, but when he figures out exactly how different and realizes it can give him the one thing he's always wanted but could never have, it changes him. He sets out to get the one elusive desire that has always slipped away from him, and along the way he slips a little down a dark path...

Warnings & A/Ns: Written for kebab1806 who bought me during the last Sweet Charity round. Warnings include: Underage sex (Sam is 15, though that isn't entirely clear)), incest of both the brother on brother and father/son variety, dubious consent to outright non-con depending on POV, fisting, rimming, use of insertables including penial insertion, humiliation, whoring, dominance and submission.



He woke with a start, grabbing at the hand near his face, his eyes opening.

"Easy." His father sat beside him, holding a damp cloth. "You gave me a scare."

Dean looked around the room, half expecting demons to jump out at him. "Sam?" His voice sounded like he'd swallowed gravel.

"School. I had to force him to leave. He's been sitting beside you for two days."

Dean frowned. Two days? "What happened?"

John shrugged and put the cloth back into a basin of water. "Hell if I know. I was out hunting that damn rawhead Bobby called about. When I got home, Sam was sitting here beside you and you were burning up." He reached up to touch Dean's face, nodding to himself. "I was this close to getting you into the nearest emergency room."

Dean pushed himself up, leaning against the headboard. His head buzzed and his face felt flushed, but other than that he felt fine. "Fever started coming down a few hours ago, otherwise I would have hauled you in."

"I don't remember being sick."

"Sam said he came home and found you like that." John stood. "How do you feel now?"

"My head's a little…weird…but I'm fine."

"I'll get you something to eat. Sam should be home soon."

Sam. Dean's head snapped up at the name and his entire body burned with need. He wanted Sam with every inch of his being. Dean stared at the door, as if that could make his brother materialize. His father came back with a bowl of soup and some crackers. "Take it easy, don't know that whatever this bug was won't fuck up your stomach."

"I'm fine." Dean answered, taking the bowl from him. "Stomach's fine. Just need Sam to come home."

John chuckled. "It's almost three. Any time now. Eat up, I'll be in the living room if you need me."

Dean knew the minute Sam was home, setting aside his mostly empty bowl and standing. Sam burst into the room, his eyes scanning over Dean, his bag dropped at the door as he crossed the room, pulling Dean into a tight hug. "Are you okay?" Sam's voice was breathless, his tone tight and laced with worry.

"I'm fine." Dean responded, swallowing hard.

"I was worried. You rambled about demons…and I didn't know…" Sam shook his head.

Dean looked up at him, kissing him. "I'm fine. Must have just been some bug."

"You were so hot, Dean. I was really scared." Sam's hands slid down his arms, guiding his hands back behind him and turning him toward the bed. "I was afraid I would lose you."

"Not going anywhere." Dean promised, going back onto the bed easily when Sam pressed him. "I belong to you."

"That's right, you do belong to me. You gave yourself to me." Sam whispered, his hands traveling now to Dean's bare hips, holding him down. "Gave me everything."

His voice faded to a buzz as his lips caressed over Dean's chest. "Do anything I tell you to…" Sam murmured, looking up now as he neared Dean's groin. "Won't you?"

Dean nodded. Anything to get Sam to go back to what he'd been doing. "What if I told you to crawl out to the living room and suck Dad's cock?" Sam asked, pulling back.

Dean sat up, licking his lips. "If that's what you want."

"Show me." Sam said, stepping back.

Dean sank to the floor and started crawling, aware of Sam following, of their father setting aside the guns he was cleaning and looking up expectantly. Dean crawled across to him, setting his hands on his father's knees and pressing them apart, making room for himself between them.

"Sam, what is this?" their father asked, looking up at Sam as Dean's hands slid up his thighs and started unzipping him.

"Dean is proving himself." Sam said behind him. "Just sit back and enjoy it."

Dean let his father's cock out of his jeans, watching it harden at the idea. He glanced up at Sam just to make sure. Sam nodded. Dean turned his attention back to the cock in front of him, licking up the underside, his tongue catching just under the head and making John gasp.

He exhaled against the now damp skin, glancing up as his father closed his eyes. Dean took that as a good sign and licked over the head, sliding his tongue along the slit several times before opening his lips to take the whole head into his mouth and sucking lightly.

"That's good Dean." Sam murmured behind him, a hand petting down Dean's back.

He blushed, he could feel the heat in his cheeks, but part of him felt pride at the praise and he opened his mouth to take more of his father's cock into him. He felt Sam's hand on his head, let him push Dean further down, until the head of the cock was in his throat. Sam held him there and Dean forced himself not to panic, to breathe through his nose as best he could and wait.

Eventually Sam released him, cooing encouragement and petting down his skin, all the way to his ass. Dean resumed his attention to his task, sucking deep and rising up his father's cock before taking it deep again. John was starting to grunt, his hips shifting on the couch, rising up to meet Dean's downward push.

Behind him, Dean heard a zipper and Sam's fingers pressed into him. Dean lifted off his father, groaning into the skin of his stomach as Sam opened him up. "Pay attention, Dean." Sam said softly, his fingers sliding away, leaving Dean open and gasping.

It took him a minute to realize what Sam wanted, but Dean lifted his head and nodded. John's cock was swollen and red beside his face, begging for his tongue and lips and the release he could give. Dean licked up to the tip before he took the whole thing into him again, sucking and slipping up, sliding down and sucking again. It was a teasing pace, one that would bring his father closer to the edge without taking him over it right away.

Sam seemed to approve, his fingers back, slipping inside him, murmuring to Dean about being a good boy, and just as Dean had taken John's cock to the base, Sam shoved his own cock inside of him, making Dean groan around his father, which in turn made John cuss and buck up, deeper into Dean's throat.

Dean pulled up, and Sam pulled him back, shoving more of himself into Dean's ass. "Finish him, Dean." Sam growled. Dean licked his dry lips and swallowed before taking his father back into his mouth, closing his lips tight around him and starting a fast rhythm of up and down to bring him to orgasm quickly.

Sam held himself deep inside Dean while Dean worked the cock in his mouth. John's hands lifted to Dean's head, then fell away, fisting the cushion on either side of him as he thrust up. Dean tasted the first thick hint of come and Sam's hand fell on the back of his head, pushing him down. His father's cock filled his mouth as it began spurting come and Dean swallowed around it frantically.

As the flow of come stopped, Sam let go of his head and grabbed his hips, fucking into him. Dean bent forward into his father, his hands on his father's hips. John's hands caressed over his head, soothing somehow as Sam slammed into him over and over again.

When Sam came, he fell forward, covering Dean, sandwiching him between the two of them. "Such a good boy, Dean." Sam whispered, kissing over his sweaty neck. "So good for me." He eased back, then helped Dean up, grinning at him. "Everything is just like I wanted it to be." He kissed Dean then, all soft and loving. "Go put some clothes on. I'll make dinner."

Dean left them to go get dressed, a vague notion that something wasn't right niggling away at him…but the sight of Sam's smile was enough to calm him and put the thought out of his head. Sam was happy. Nothing could ever be wrong when Sam was happy.



The smell of snow was on the air as Sam finished loading the bags into the Impala. He looked up at the sound of an engine, grinning when Bobby got out of an old beat up truck. "Hey, Bobby."

"Sam." Bobby grinned, sweeping his cap off his head to scratch at the back of his head. "Your old man around?"

Sam hooked a thumb at the house. "Just taking a final look around, make sure we aren't leaving anything important. What are you doing here?"

"Was in the neighborhood. On my way back from a black dog hunt east of here." He gestured at the car. "You boys pulling out?"

Sam nodded. "Semester's over. Dad wants to head south before school starts up again."

"Not even gonna wait until after Christmas, huh?"

He shrugged and closed the trunk. "You know Dad." He glanced at the window where he had left Dean naked and used and on display for the old man. His eyes drifted to the door as it opened, his father filling the space with a grin on his face.

"Well, shit, Bobby. If you'd called, I'd have had a beer waiting." He stepped out and down the stairs. "Sam, why don't you go help your brother with his end of things? He's a little slow today."

"Something wrong with Dean?" Bobby asked as Sam headed for the house.

"Nothing but a hangover and too much saying goodbye to the local ladies." John responded. Sam smiled to himself as he climbed the stairs into the house.

Dean was where he'd left him, though Sam could see his father had cleaned him up, still bent over, his hands cuffed to his ankles, the cock ring still keeping Dean hard. Sam smiled and ran a hand over his brother's sweaty skin. "So pretty like this Dean."

Dean lifted his head, his eyes flicking to the window and back. "Don't worry. Bobby's here, but Dad's got it."

"Shit."

"Easy." Sam settled his hand on Dean's back. "I've got you." He closed his other hand around Dean's cock, pulling twice down the length. "I think today is a good day to try something new, don't you?"

"Sam?" It was part question, part distress.

Sam smiled and slid down to release the cuffs. "Slowly now, don't want you passing out on me." He helped guide Dean upright, then removed the cuffs from Dean's wrists. "Rub them." Sam moved to the window, checking on their father and Bobby. "I was going to save this for later, but I want you to wear it for me." He stuck his hand in his pocket and pulled out a small velvet bag. Inside it was a toy he knew was going to make Dean's cock look amazing…provided he could get it in him.

Dean was looking at him nervously. Sam smiled and kissed him. "Relax." He stroked over Dean's still hard cock again before opening the bag and dumping the plug and small pillow pack of lube into his hand. "I saw this on a guy in a video and I had to have one for you." Sam said, holding it up. Dean frowned at him, clearly not understanding what it was. "I'm going to put this in and you're going to wear it."

He opened the lube and smeared the length liberally before taking a knee in front of his brother. Sam kissed the tip of his cock, then lifted the plug. Dean inhaled sharply as he realized what Sam was about to do, his hands curling into fists at his sides. Sam eased the tip in against the tiny hole in the tip of Dean's cock, pressing in.

"Breathe." Sam instructed his brother, not looking up as he worked the wand slowly into the hole.

"Fuck, Sam. Hurts."

"Only for a minute." He pulled out, then pushed in again, and Dean grabbed the base of his cock, pre-come leaking out around the wand. Sam grinned and felt the pop as the wand settled into place. "There." He pulled his hand away so Dean could see the tiny green gemstone winking up at him from the end of his dick. "Isn't that nice?" Sam stood slowly, licking a line up Dean's chest before licking over his lips and kissing him. "Now, get dressed. Dad wants to hit the road."

For a long moment, Dean didn't move and when he did, it was slow, turning away from Sam to the clothes he had left on the bed earlier. "How long am I supposed to wear this?" Dean asked as he pulled on his jeans.

Sam shrugged. "Until I decide to take it out. You just let me know if you need to pee or anything."

"And the cock ring?" Dean asked, his eyes dark with a combination of lust and disgust at the idea.

Sam grinned. "Well, I figure at least until we stop for food later. Maybe I'll let Dad suck you off in a rest stop bathroom."

"You are one sick fuck, Sam." Dean pulled on his shirt and moved toward his boots.

"Yeah, but you love me." Sam countered, sliding his hand around Dean's waist and down to his hard cock.

"Yeah. I do." Dean agreed, leaning back into him.

"Good, get your boots on and get your ass down to the car. Sooner we get on the road, the sooner you get to come." Sam slapped his ass and left the room. He waited in the living room with Dean's sunglasses, handing them to him as he emerged into the living room. "You're hungover." Sam said as Dean slipped them on, then slipped an arm around Dean and felt Dean lean into him.

"Ah, there they are." John said as they emerged. Dean winced and lifted his hand to shield himself from the sun.

"Hey Dean, how's things?" Bobby asked with a laugh in his voice.

"I'm gonna take the back seat." Dean mumbled as they neared the car, bending forward as Sam opened the back door. It served to hide his obvious erection from Bobby as well as sell the hangover as he crawled into the darker confines of the car.

"Well, I guess that's that." John said. "Thanks for the tip. I'll be in touch." He shook Bobby's hand.

"You take it easy out there." Bobby called as he headed for his car. Sam waved and took the passenger seat beside his father, watching Bobby pull out and head west.

"Anything to worry about?" Sam asked, glancing at John as they started to pull out of the driveway.

"Not a thing." John responded. "How's Dean?"

"Dean's fine." Dean answered, though he didn't sit up.

"He's upset." Sam countered. "I didn't let him come."

"Because you're a sadistic bitch." Dean growled.

John chuckled. "I'd watch that tone, or he might not let you come at all."

Sam laughed and leaned back in his seat. "I'm not that evil, Dad…I'll just make him wait longer, that's all." He closed his eyes. "Wake me when we stop?"

"You're just gonna go to sleep?" Dean asked, finally sitting up.

"Gotta get my rest." Sam countered. "So I'm ready to fuck you raw when Dad finds us a nice, quiet rest stop." He opened his eyes and looked back at Dean. "Bet we could find us a trucker or two who'd like a turn…if you want to keep up the attitude."

Dean flushed red and sat back. Sam closed his eyes again, relaxing into the silence that followed. He wasn't sure he'd actually whore Dean out like that, but then again, neither was Dean…and it was enough to settle him down. It was one thing to let him service his father from time to time, because he knew it was humiliating for Dean, and that was half the turn on, but it was another thing entirely to consider giving him to a stranger.

Sam stretched out as they turned onto the long back road out of town and thought about it, about watching Dean bent over some rest stop picnic table, some trucker fucking his ass, another shoving his cock into his mouth while Sam and John watched. His cock tightened at the thought, of his brother playing the part of the slut just to turn him on.

He dozed off with that thought playing in his head.

He woke several hours later as the car slowed and eased off the road, onto gravel. Sam stretched and looked up. John pointed out the windshield at the rest stop and the line of trucks. It was dark outside the car and quiet. Sam pointed to a shelter set off away from the others. John nodded and pulled up near it, turning the car off.

Behind them, Dean shifted uncomfortably. "Still hard for me, Dean?" Sam asked, turning to look over the seat.

"What do you think?" Dean asked irritably, his hand cradling his cock.

"Open your pants, show Dad the present I gave you."

Dean made a face, but opened his jeans, easing his hard, red cock out. John turned to look, an eyebrow going up in surprise. "That why he's been so pissy?"

"Has he?" Sam asked.

"Been whining the whole last hour." John reported, making Dean roll his eyes.

"Thanks Dad." Dean reached for the door handle, but Sam stopped him.

"I think maybe we need to deal with this." Sam said. "Dad, take him over to the table. Drop his pants, bend him over and spank him like the bad boy he is. When I come back from the bathroom I want to see his ass red."

Sam got out of the car and walked toward the bathroom, knowing they would obey, even if Dean protested at least a little bit. He was still Dean after all, even if he'd given himself over…even if that had taken a little more effort on Sam's part.

He could almost imagine he could hear Dean protesting, even as he let himself into the bathroom. He relieved himself and washed his hands, looking up as two big truckers came in after him. His mind flashed on the image of Dean between them. He lingered as they both peed and came to wash their hands, feeling for their state of minds and pleased to find them both highly suggestible.

He put the thought into each of them that they were horny and wanted to fuck anything that would let them. "You boys looking for a little fun?" Sam asked as he got to the door. They turned to look at him. "I've got a right hungry slut who could use a little action, if you're interested."

He walked away, knowing they would follow. He got to the shelter as Dean bit off a cry of pain. Dean was bent over the table, his jeans around his ankle, his ass red. Sam smiled. "Very good."

Both John and Dean looked up as the two truckers appeared. The one in the red hat whistled low. "Now that is one fine ass."

"Sam." Dean tried to stand up, but Sam's hand came down on his back, holding him in place as he leaned over Dean, covering him with his own body.

"No, Dean, I warned you. Now you're going to be a good boy, and Dad and I are going to watch them fuck you…and when they're done, Dad and I will each have a turn and maybe then I'll let you come." Sam stepped back and gestured at Dean.

The red hat needed no further invitation, unzipping himself and moving into position, lining up his cock and pushing into Dean. The other one circled the table once, watching, his own cock out and in his hand.

Sam gathered his father and stepped back, leaning against the shelter wall and running his hands down to his father's groin. The second trucker climbed onto the table, kneeling as he fisted a hand in Dean's short hair and lifted his head. Dean's eyes flicked to Sam, then the cock, then back. Sam nodded.

Dean opened his mouth and the trucker shoved into him, making it clear that Dean didn't have to do anything more than take what he was being given. John's cock hardened under Sam's hand and Sam stroked him lazily through his jeans as they watched. Dean's body rocked between them as they both stroked faster and faster. His hands tightened on the table as the red-hat guy shoved in and held, clearly coming.

The second trucker stopped fucking Dean's face then and scrambled off the table, holding his cock to keep from coming before he could get inside Dean. He sank into Dean's ass and John gasped. Sam guided him forward, pulling his cock out and urging him close enough for Dean to get his mouth on it.

Dean grunted as the guy fucking his ass shoved him into the table, coming and stumbling backwards. "Thank you gentleman, you can go." Sam said, dismissing them and turning his attention to Dean. He ran his hand over the red skin of his brother's ass. He slid his hand down Dean's left leg, pulling his foot free of the boot and jeans, then pulling Dean back against him. "Lay down, Dad. I've decided Dean's ready for something more."

John obeyed, opening his jeans more as he laid back on the table. Sam pulled Dean close, whispering in his ear. "Up on top of him, Dean, want to watch you fuck yourself on his cock…nice and slow." He helped Dean up, watching as he held their father's cock with one hand and sank down onto it. He pulled up again, then sank down.

Sam held his dick and waited, watching Dean's ass take his father's cock for several moments before he made his move, climbing up onto the table behind Dean.

Dean stilled as Sam's hands held his waist, then pressed him forward over John. "Hold him." Sam murmured, watching John's hands come up to hold Dean down. He lined his cock up alongside his father's, rubbing it along the rim of Dean's ass, gathering the come that was oozing out of him to use as lube.

Dean stiffened as he gathered what Sam was about to do, but didn't protest with words so much as a long, whining whimper as Sam worked his cock up inside him. It took a minute or two to get more than an inch into him, then Dean moved as if to pull away and Sam pushed in as John pulled part way out and just like that they'd established a rhythm, making Dean take them both at once.

Sam controlled the pace since he was on top, but John was the one to come first, hot liquid bathing Sam's cock inside Dean and pushing him that much closer to coming himself. He thrust harder as John's cock softened, finally filling Dean with his own orgasm before pulling back, drawing Dean with him, laying him on the table as their father slid off.

Dean was whining and holding his cock. Sam plucked the plug from him first then unsnapped the cock ring. "Go on Dean. Come."

It only took a couple of strokes of his hand and he was coming, spilling all over his stomach with a whimper. Sam caressed his face. "That's my good boy."

He let Dean recover for a minute, looking up at his father who was zipping himself up. "Why don't you get him over to the bathroom and clean him up. I need a minute."

Slowly Dean sat up and let John help him off the table and back into his jeans, then they both headed for the bathrooms.

Sam waited until he knew they were out of earshot and turned to the shadows in the corner. "Didn't expect to see you so soon."

The shadows shifted and a man stepped out of them, his eyes yellow. "Just checking in on my investment, Sammy."

"Like what you see?" Sam asked, annoyed somehow.

"Oh, yeah…I liked it a lot." The man looked Sam over. "This is going to be fun. Out of all my special kids, you've got the best head start. I can't wait to see where this ride leads."

"Just don't get in my way." Sam said. "Dean belongs to me."

He held up both hands and grinned. "Wouldn't dream of it, Sammy. Just remember one thing."

"Yeah? What's that?" Sam asked, watching him move back into the shadows.

"Big brother may belong to you…but you belong to me."

Sam watched him disappear and slowly smiled. "I wouldn't count on it." Sam said in the silence that followed. "Not at all."

He shook his head and walked away. Dean belonged to him. That was enough. For now.