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All You Ever Learned of Love, Supernatural, NC-17
Title: All You Ever Learned of Love (Part One - Index is Here)
Author name:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
phantisma
Artist name:raggedy_edge
Genre: SPN Wincest
Pairing: Sam/Dean, Sam/Jess, Sam/OC, Dean/OC
Rating: NC-17
Word count: ~24, 848
Warnings/Spoilers: Brainwashing, het sex, group sex, dub-con, blood kink
Summary: First Sam disappeared, and no matter how hard they looked, John and Dean couldn't find him. Then Dean went missing. John Winchester searches for them, enlisting the help of friends at first to find them, and then once he has to save them from the cult that has brainwashed them with sex and magic. But this is no ordinary cult, and their leader is the demon John's been hunting since his wife died. He isn't about to let his favorite followers go without a fight.
A/Ns: This is my entry into this year's Big Bang for SPN. It is the sequel to last years. You don't have to read that one to follow this one, but if you're interested, the master post is here. Many thank yous to my betaeboniorchid. Also, a big thank you to my artist, raggedy_edge, who is awesome.
Master Art Post: http://raggedy-edge.livejournal.com/87154.html
John Winchester scoured the police impound lot for a glimpse of the familiar black lines of the Impala. It was his fourth tour of such lots in the last two days, since starting the long process of working his way through the San Francisco area.
He didn't have much to go on. Dean had told him he was heading to California, and he was passing through Reno. That had been almost six months before.
Six months. It was worse than Sam. At least Sam had sent a note telling them he was gone. He had asked for space. John at least knew it was his choice.
But Dean was a different story. Dean had just vanished. No note, no calls. His cell phone had been terminated. There was no sign of him at any of their traditional places. None of their contacts had seen or heard from him.
He was just gone.
Now, John was no fool. He knew Dean had not been happy since Sam left. He knew Dean still scoured the area where the letter had been postmarked, still went to Reno to look for some sign. '
He knew that something had gone down between his two boys and that Dean blamed himself for Sam's leaving.
None of that did anything to help him find the boy.
He ran a hand over his face and corrected himself. Man. Dean hadn't been a boy in a long time. He was going to be twenty-five in just a few weeks. Which meant Sam was coming up on twenty-one.
He sighed and turned, taking one last look around to make sure he didn't see the car. "I guess I'll keep looking," he said to the officer who was showing him around.
"Good luck."
He slipped on his sunglasses and went to his truck. Once inside, John opened his journal and flipped the pages to his list of local impound lots. It was a long shot, but if Dean had been forced to abandon the car, or gotten into some trouble he couldn't get out of, the car could possibly end up impounded.
Of course, Dean might have just chosen to disappear. In which case John knew he had very little chance of ever finding him unless he chose to be found.
He stared out the window at the San Francisco street for a long time as the afternoon wore on toward evening. He needed to find a place to sleep, start fresh in the morning. He started the truck and headed back toward the interstate. He had a favorite cheap motel downtown, close to a few bars and yet clean enough, as long as you didn't look under the bed and parking he didn't have to pay for. He was just pulling into the parking lot when his cell phone rang.
A quick glance at the caller ID told him it was Bobby and he flipped it open as he parked. "Yeah, you find something?"
"Hello to you too." Bobby groused. "It took some doing, but, I found a registration for the VIN." John could hear him shuffling paperwork around. "You're not going to believe who it's registered to, though."
John waited, sighing when Bobby didn't just tell him. "Well?"
"Sam."
John blinked. "Sam? As in…my son who I haven't seen in almost three years?"
"Sam Winchester. Sure as I'm sitting here. Got an address in Palo Alto, California."
"I'm in San Francisco. Give me the address." He scribbled as Bobby read off the numbers and street name. "Thanks Bobby, I'll be in touch."
He set the journal aside and pulled back out of the parking spot, pointing heading his truck down the peninsula toward Palo Alto. Traffic was horrendous getting out of the city and didn't get a lot better as he headed south. It was a little after six when he pulled up in front of the address.
Student housing by the look of it, a house probably divided up into apartments. The impala sat parked in front of it, polished and shiny. He sat and watched it for a minute, before deciding that all he could do was just go knock on the damn door.
He didn't know what he was going to say as he lifted his hand to knock. The time between his knock and the turning of the knob seemed to last forever, then suddenly, just like that, John was standing face to face with Sam.
Sam blinked and sort of took a step back. A slow smile curved his lips and his arms reached out, pulling John into a tight hug, thumping his back before letting go.
"Sam?"
John was still trying to find his voice when a pretty young blonde appeared at Sam's side, looking from Sam to John and back again. She smiled wide. "And who is this?"
Sam was beaming with happiness. "Jessica, this is my father. Dad, wow. Dad. Please, come in."
John nodded and stepped inside, shaking his head as he looked Sam over. He'd shot up another few inches since John had seen him and filled out across the shoulders.
"Damn…" Sam was pulling him back into another hug. "It's good to see you. Shit. I…" He shook his head and tried to pull himself together. "Wow, um…we…" He gestured toward the living room. "Why don't we sit down?"
John moved into the living room, glancing around. It was a typical college apartment, though the furniture was nicer than most college kids had and the art on the walls looked real. "You look good, Sam." John said finally, turning back to face him.
"I am good." Sam said, though his voice was still tinged with surprise. "I mean…I've worked hard."
Sam and Jessica sat on the couch, leaving the chair for John. He sat slowly, wiping his hands on his jeans. "I…I'm sorry to just drop in on you." John said when the silence had started to stretch. "I missed you."
Sam smiled again, that big, brilliant smile that somehow didn't seem real. "I missed you too. I hope you're not still mad about the way I left. I was…well, I was afraid you wouldn't let me go if I told you."
John had to concede that. He wouldn't have and it would have led to even more arguments between all three of them. "No, I'm not mad. You scared me—us, pretty good though." He shook his head. "Not mad."
"So, I have to ask…how'd you find me?"
Sam was holding Jessica's hand, his thumb stroking over the soft skin between her thumb and forefinger. It was oddly mesmerizing. "I, ah…Bobby, actually." John said after a few minutes. "I was looking for your brother."
Understanding dawned on Sam's face. "The car. He traced the VIN."
"Yeah, something like that." He shifted and waited for Sam to tell him where Dean was and when he didn't, John stood, pacing a little. "I last heard from him more than six months ago and he was headed this way…and now you have his car…so…where is he?"
Sam frowned up at him, then stood. "What do you mean?"
"What do I mean? Sam, where is Dean?"
"He's not here." Sam looked at Jess, then back at John. "I mean, not anymore. I called him about six months or so ago and he came out to see me. We spent a few days together, he offered me the car and said he was going to meet back up with you."
That didn't sound like Dean. "You're saying he just gave you the car?"
Sam shrugged. "Took me by surprise too. I mean, he loves that car. Made me promise I'd take care of it, but he said he wanted me to have something of home."
"And he just walked away?"
"Well, I gave him some money. I thought he caught a bus or stole a car or something, honestly."
"When have you ever known your brother to willingly get on a bus?" John asked. Something wasn't right here, and it wasn't just the awkwardness of three years apart or the feeling that he was intruding on a life he knew nothing about.
"If he's been missing that long, maybe you should be talking to the police." Jessica said, standing and slipping her hand into Sam's. Her thumb played along a bracelet on his wrist, a leather thong threaded through a crystal blue stone. She wore a matching stone on leather around her neck.
"I doubt they could help." Sam said dismissively. "Remember, babe, I told you what they're lives are like."
She nodded. "Your brother did mention something about a friend south of here, remember? What was his name? James? Joseph?"
"Joshua." Sam supplied. "Dean did get a call from Joshua just before he left. Could be he headed that way."
John frowned. He'd spoken to Joshua. He hadn't mentioned a call. "If he did, he never got there. I talked to Joshua just a few weeks ago."
"That isn't like Dean." Sam said, starting to look a little worried now. "He seemed normal enough while he was here. Gave me a hard time about my hair, teased me about school, hit on Jess…I helped him research a hunt not far from here."
"A hunt? What kind?" John glanced at Jessica but Sam didn't seem worried about talking in front of her. He supposed it was possible Sam had told her the truth.
"Nothing special, just an average, run of the mill ghost hunt. Some girl." He waved his hand dismissively. "After he took care of it, we talked a while, he got a little…funny about leaving me here, about not telling you where I was. That was when he offered me the car."
"He and Sam were talking about a weekend road trip for old times sake, when he got the call from Joshua." Jessica said. She leaned in and kissed Sam's cheek. "I'll go call and let them know we're running late."
As she left the room, John looked Sam over again. "Am I keeping you from something?"
"Ah, we're meeting some friends is all. No big thing. They can wait." Sam rubbed his hands together. "So…"
"When did he leave?" John asked, not sure what was bothering him. Sam seemed happy to see him, and if he was going to leave them, John was glad it was for what he'd wanted all along, something normal. Jessica seemed like a lovely girlfriend. And yet, something in Sam's stance, in the tiny shifts of his weight, in the over bright smile wasn't right.
"Um…he was in the area for at least two weeks…End of July maybe?" Sam scratched his head. "I dropped him off down in San Jose. He said he'd be back maybe at Christmas, but when he didn't show I figured he just got caught up in another hunt or was too far away to make it practical."
"San Jose?"
Sam nodded. "Downtown, where he could get a ride. Oh, yeah. He called once, a few weeks later, but he didn't say where he was."
"Sam, honey, I'm going to head out. You stay here, catch up with your father." Jessica said from the doorway, slipping on her coat.
"No, I don't want to interrupt your plans." John said, squinting at Sam. "I should maybe head down to San Jose, see if I can pick up his trail."
Sam moved across the room to a desk, grabbing a piece of paper. "Here, let me give you my new number. Call me, let me know what's going on."
John took the paper, folding it and stuffing it in his pocket. He pulled one of his calling cards out of his pocket. It was simple white business card stock with his name and phone number and nothing else. He handed it to Sam who took it with a tight smile.
He half expected Sam to offer to come with him, or to at least look for Dean himself. The fact that he didn't was only further proof that something here wasn't right.
Sam and Jessica walked him out to his truck, and John hugged him one more time before climbing into it. If Sam thought this was the end of it, he was wrong. John Winchester was not going anywhere until he figured out exactly what it was that Sam was hiding from him.
"Well, that was unexpected." Sam said as his father drove away. "I figured at least another month before he showed up."
Jessica slid her hands down his sides and kissed the back of his neck. "Is it a problem?"
Sam chewed on his lip as he thought about it. "I should let Daniel know."
"You think he's going to stick around?"
Sam nodded. "I'm willing to bet he isn't two blocks away right now. Sitting down there waiting for us to pull out. He won't let me out of his sight for a while." He pulled his cell phone out of his pocket. He wasn't surprised when the call went to voicemail. Daniel was likely with one or more of his students. "Hey, it's Sam. My father showed up sooner than expected. I'll be in touch."
He put the phone back in his pocket and smiled at Jess. "So, you ready to go have some fun?"
"With him watching?"
He shrugged. "What's he going to see? He probably won't come into the bar, just sit outside and watch for us to leave." He opened the car door. She hesitated, then followed, getting into the passenger side. "Besides, I'm horny. Daniel wants some new recruits, and I aim to find him the most fucked up, sexually needy, submissive folks I can."
His head was already buzzing with his father's emotional charge; anger, suspicion, a touch of fear that something really had happened to Dean, disbelief. By the time they got to the bar he'd be ready for the task. He leaned over Jessica to open the glove box and pull out the flask, taking a hit and slipping it back inside. It wasn't as good as getting what he needed from the source, but it would amp him up just that much more.
"Ready?"
Jessica smiled and nodded and they headed out. Sam skipped the bar closest to the school, the general consensus from the rest of his friends were that it was always filled with the wrong crowd for their needs.
As they pulled in to Jake's parking lot, Jessica pulled out her phone. "Jake's." She smiled as she got out of the car. Sam caught her hand as they headed for the door. Our of the corner of his eye he spotted his father's truck, still on the street, but near enough to watch the front door of the place.
He put his father out of his mind to concentrate on the task at hand. Since coming to the temple, Sam had become Daniel's favorite recruiter to the ways of liberation.
His cock stirred as they entered the bar, the air charged with lust and desire and desperation. He could taste it. He closed his eyes, a small smile on his face as he turned toward it. "Already?" Jessica asked.
"It's going to be a good night." Sam responded, kissing her lightly. "Get me a beer. I'll be back."
He stepped around a couple of frat boys telling stories about their sexual conquests, his eyes scanning the crowd. He found what he was looking for in a dark corner near the bathrooms.
She was alone, and already part way to drunk, even though the night was young. She'd been crying, though at the moment she was just staring blindly at the counter she sat beside. Sam moved in, sliding onto the stool beside hers. He leaned in so she could hear him over the music.
"Hey, you okay?"
She blinked and looked up at him, big blue eyes blinking and bloodshot. "Fine," she muttered, turning away from him.
He reached out to touch her shoulder and got a hot stream of heartbreak, anguish, shame. "No offense, but you don't look fine, you look like you need a friend."
It took only the tiniest push to get inside her head and read the string of events that led her to this moment: alone for the first time, a virgin…until three nights before, a guy she really liked, drunken sex, unreturned phone calls and an email telling her to fuck off. He leaned in close, his mouth on her ear. "You are beautiful Cheryl." He felt the resistance die, even as his hand slipped down to cup her breast through the t-shirt. "He hurt you, but it doesn't have to be that way. Let me show you."
She stood, looking just a little dazed and he kissed her, drawing her to the side door. He glanced up to find Jessica, nodding as he pushed the door open and drew the girl into the alley. Before the door was even closed, he had his hand up under her shirt, rubbing at her breasts as he kissed her and pressed her into the wall.
"I…" She shook her head and blinked up at him. "I don't think this is a good idea."
He smiled then, soft, gentle, his hands cupping her face. "I want to show you what love is, Cheryl."
"L-love?" She was confused, partially from the alcohol, partially from arousal and the way it went against what she thought was right.
He kissed her again, his tongue parting her lips, sweeping through her mouth to taste the beer and Jack Daniels she'd been drinking. "Your body is nothing to be ashamed of, it has needs, it wants you to give it what it needs." He slid one hand from her face, down her stomach, popping the button on her jeans as he took her mouth again. "Let me show you."
He pulled her jeans open and went to one knee, one hand splayed over her stomach to keep her in place, the other sliding between her thighs and pressing in against her panties. She squirmed and tried to say something, but when he pressed his face into her and lifted her right leg up onto his shoulder to give him more room, she fell back against the wall and he knew he had her.
His tongue moved over the silk of her panties, over her clit, while his fingers maneuvered around the fabric pressed in, pushing inside of her, making her gasp. "This is beautiful, Cheryl." Sam murmured before he went back to licking and sucking, moving his fingers in and out of her at a faster and faster pace.
She came with a bit-off cry and he eased back, setting her foot back on the ground and sliding his fingers out of her. He stood, making sure she was watching as he slid those fingers into his mouth. When he had licked them clean, he leaned in and kissed her again. "I know what you need Cheryl. I can give it to you."
"Yeah?" she asked, her voice shaky as she pulled her jeans up and zipped them.
He smiled, genuine and friendly. "Come with me." He took her hand and led her back into the bar, and over to where Jessica sat. "Cheryl, this is Jessica." Sam kissed Jess deeply, and when he moved away, Jessica took Cheryl's hand from him, kissing her just as deeply as Sam had. Cheryl blinked, but didn't balk. Jessica smiled softly.
"You are a pretty one, aren't you?" Jessica brushed the hair out of her eyes. "Let's go get you cleaned up."
They left, headed for the bathroom where Jessica would talk to the girl and seal the deal. Even if she balked, Sam had marked her. Any other Alpha that met her in the next few weeks would sense the mark and work her until she came to the temple for the help she needed.
He lifted his beer from the bar and took a drink, casting out for the next mark. Instead he found Chen and Wayne, and lifted a hand. The pair of them approached with smiles. Sam stood to hug them, poking at Chen's new blue stone on the leather around her neck. "Enjoying your new status?"
She grinned and toyed with the stone. "You know it." She looked around them. "Where's Jess?"
Sam hitched a thumb toward the bathroom. "Closing a recruit. What are you two doing here?"
"Daniel called." Wayne said. "We were local, working at the Waterman."
Sam raised an eyebrow. "He sent you to look out for me?"
"Back you up. If you need it." Chen corrected, flagging down the bartender and ordering two beers. "Oh, and your brother told me to give you something."
The petite Asian stepped in close, taking his hand in one hand and pulling his head down with the other to kiss him while she put his hand up under her skirt, running his fingers through her slit.
"Mmmmm….my brother has good taste." Sam murmured. Something tickled his attention and he looked up, scanning the bar. "Oh."
Wayne grabbed the beer the bartender set down and dropped a twenty. "What oh?"
Sam gestured with his head. "The girl I just recruited, the asshole that left her a quivering mess just walked in."
Wayne turned to look. "Someday you're going to tell me how you know that shit. Seriously, I watch you work a room and wonder why Daniel lets any of the rest of us even try."
Sam grinned. "It's a gift, brother. One you either have, or you don't." He held up his hand for two new beers.
"I see a nefarious plan hatching." Chen said, sipping on her beer.
"Well, Daniel has taught us that sexual predators are in need of love too, that only liberation can free them from the chains of their addictions."
"In other words, Chen, my dear, Sam wants to fuck his ass repeatedly until he understands that treating women like sex toys is wrong."
Sam slipped a hand into his pocket and pulled out the small vial. He didn't often feel the need to resort to such tricks to pull recruits, but this was one time he wouldn't mind. He pulled one of the beers down off the bar and held it between his knees, using Chen's body to hide what he was doing, and he dropped two drops of the liquid into the beer. He stirred it with his fingers, then wiped his fingers on his jeans and grabbed the other beer.
"Okay, cover me, I'm going in."
He crossed to where the big blond man was standing, clearly waiting for someone. Sam turned a few times, looking around him like he had lost someone. He made eye contact with the guy and shrugged. "Damn, isn't that just like a chick? I go to buy her a beer and she disappears." Blond guy chuckled.
"Yeah, it happens."
"Now, I'm stuck with two beers." He looked at the guy, then at the beer. "You want the other one? I'll never drink it before it gets warm."
The guy shrugged. "Sure, you shoot pool?"
Sam nodded. "Not the best, but yeah, I play." He took a sip of his beer and watched the guy do the same. "I'm Sam."
"Clay." He stuck out his hand and Sam shook it, reading him easily. Jock on a football scholarship, privileged, history of taking what he wanted when he wanted. Cheryl wasn't the first he'd gotten sloppy drunk and taken, only to drop her the next day.
"So, Clay. Let's play." He needed to give the drug a chance to do its work, open him up, make him more suggestible. Clay racked the balls and let Sam have the first shot. He played fairly aggressively, watching Clay as he drank his beer and the drug made its way into his system.
By the time Sam sank the eight ball, Clay was wavering on his feet. "Dude, you okay?"
"Did you…put something in my beer?"
"Course not." Sam put his cue down and settled a hand on Clay's shoulder. "Let's get you some air."
He guided Clay to the front door, catching Wayne's eye as they exited and Sam guided him around to the alley. The night air hit Clay and with just the right push from Sam, he doubled over, throwing up into the trash that lined one wall of the alley. Sam crowded in behind him, digging a little deeper into Clay's mind than he normally would, but then he didn't normally target rapists for this either.
He planted the suggestion deep inside Clay's mind that he was going to let Sam do whatever Sam wanted. When he straightened up and Sam reached around him to grab his cock, Clay jumped and started to pull away, then relaxed.
The drug left him open for the suggestion, even if it didn't interrupt his desire to resist, which made for a strange disconnect that Sam was having trouble thinking around. Sam pushed at all of his pleasure receptors, bringing his cock up full and hard as Sam yanked his pants down.
He fished in his pocket for lube, but only used enough to not hurt the guy, sticking two fingers into him without warning and going straight for his prostate. Clay moaned and bucked and came, spilling semen on top of his vomit.
Really, that was all Sam needed, just the act of his orgasm marked him, but this was one bastard Sam wanted to feel the fucking. He unzipped himself and pulled his fingers out of him, clamping one hand down on Clay's shoulder as he lined his cock up. "Gonna teach you some manners, boy." He pushed in and Clay tensed. It took all of his strength, both physically and mentally to keep him in play. Sam pushed at the pleasure receptors again and Clay relaxed.
"Sex is meant to be a beautiful, shared experience, Clay. It is an act of worship." Sam fucked up into him, his body belaying his words, but Clay's muddled mind wouldn't know the difference. He reached around, stroking his still hard cock, milking a second orgasm from him.
It was too much, and Sam ran the risk of frying his brain completely, but he pushed one last time, fucking hard and fast until he was coming and Clay's cock gamely tried again.
Clay collapsed into the wall, babbling about beautiful sex and come. Sam zipped himself back up and pulled Clay's pants up. "Alright Clay…let's get you wrapped up."
Wayne was already on his way to look for him as they neared the front door. He looked at Sam, then at Clay. "Shit, what did you do?"
"Pushed him." Sam said, slightly disgusted with himself. "He isn't going to need closing, just get him up to the temple. He's going to need a lot of work. He's a disgusting pig."
Wayne took over the stumbling weight of Clay's disoriented form, then recoiled a little. "Shit, how many times did you get him to come?"
"I think he was trying for a third." Sam said with a grimace.
"Damn, the boy's marked deep."
"Good, then he won't put up too much of a fight." Sam growled, suddenly just wanting to be rid of him. "Now get him up to Daniel. I'll be up tomorrow."
"What about your tail?"
Sam glanced over his shoulder in the direction of his father's truck. He couldn't actually see him, but he knew he was there. "Don't worry, I know how to slip him. I've done it before."
He let Wayne and Chen walk away with Clay and headed back into the bar, riding on the energy of the sex and the use of his power in such a forceful way. It always jazzed him up and left him needing to find a good use for the energy. It was time to find Jessica. Maybe she'd found a wounded puppy to bring home with them, the same way she had him nearly three years before.
John Winchester watched his son walk a young man into an alley and eased out of his truck to get close enough to find out what he was up to. The sound of retching echoed out of the alley and John slipped into the shadows, easing close enough to peer around the corner.
What he saw stopped him cold.
His view was partially obstructed, but there was no denying what Sam was doing. He was having sex with that man. John backed away and let the shadows swallow him.
That was something he hadn't expected. Not when Sam was very clearly with the pretty blond he'd met earlier. Not when she and Sam had arrived together. He exhaled slowly and backed off even more.
He'd expected something else. Anything else. The idea that Sam was hiding the fact that he was…what exactly…not gay, but clearly willing to play both sides…that hadn't even entered John's brain. Drugs maybe. Hiding Dean definitely. But this was different.
He watched from the dark as Sam and the man emerged, and Sam spoke to the two that came out of the bar, obviously handing the drunken sex partner off before heading back into the bar.
Sam seemed to be in a foul mood when he and Jessica emerged a half hour later, storming to the impala and tearing out of the parking lot. John followed at a distance until they turned onto the street where they lived, then he sighed and headed out to find a place to stay. Whatever Sam had gotten himself into, he was fairly certain it involved Dean and deeds Sam didn't want John to know about.
Dean groaned and rolled over, causing a chain reaction as the rest of the bed moved to accommodate him. He was tangled up in sheets and bodies, unsure which of the legs he could see were actually his until he started wiggling them.
"Don't." Sandy murmured, trying to pull him back down as he worked at extricating himself.
He leaned in to kiss her. "Have to, I've got a session with Daniel."
A hand caught his ankle, then slid up his leg to wrap around his cock, which only served to remind it that it was morning and no matter how much it had gotten the night before it should wake up and get hard.
"Come on, that's not fair." The hand was joined by a very talented tongue as Sandy's warm body curled around his back. "Hey, guys…" Ethan's mouth closed over his cock and Dean leaned back against Sandy for a minute, then remembered Daniel. He put a hand on Ethan's shoulder and pushed him back. "I'm serious. Daniel. I have to go."
Ethan pouted at him and Dean rolled his eyes, leaning in to kiss the pout away. "I love you, really I do…but I gotta go."
"You'll come back?" Sandy asked as Dean finally got clear of the bed. He pulled on his gauzy white pants and turned back to the bed, filled with Ethan and Sandy and James and Sheila, groaning a little as Ethan's head dropped to Sandy's thigh.
"Yeah…yeah…back." Dean shook his head and left the room, angling for the showers and a change of clothes before he headed up to Daniel's office. He was a little surprised to find Sam outside one of the dorms set aside for new recruits. "Hey."
Sam turned, a smiled flashing across his face. "Hey."
"Whoa, who peed in your Wheaties this morning, Sunshine?"
Sam shook his head. "Sorry. Bad night."
Dean slid a hand around his brother's waist and drew him in close. "Maybe I could make it better?" Sam's mouth opened to his kiss, but he didn't really return it, which really wasn't like Sam. "That's more than a bad night."
Sam pulled back and tugged his hair out of his face. "I recruited someone last night…he took a lot out of me…and…" He made a pissy face, something Dean didn't see often anymore, not since coming here.
"What?" He searched out Sam's eyes, but they didn't tell him anything. "Come on Sam…you're the one who told me we were in this together. I love you. You can tell me anything."
"Dad." Sam said after a long silence. He let go of his hair and sighed. "He's here."
Dean frowned. "Here. As in here, at the temple or here in San Francisco?"
"He showed up at my house yesterday."
"What did you say?" Dean asked, not sure exactly how he would respond. He knew he was happy here, with Sam and Daniel and the others.
"Not much. He's looking for you."
"Well, we knew he'd come eventually." Dean said. They had talked about it even, about what they would do, how they would respond. "So…does he know?"
Sam's face went all pissy and pinched again. "About this place? I didn't want to watch him stroke out on my living room floor, Dean." Sam said. "No. He doesn't know…but you know him. He isn't leaving until he's seen you and you've convinced him that you're happy here and you don't want to leave."
Something in his tone made Dean reach for him, cupping a reassuring hand to Sam's face. "I am happy here, Sam and I don't ever want to leave you."
Sam smiled and kissed him. "I know Dean."
"I have to get up to Daniel's office. You going to be here?"
"Actually, I need to see Daniel myself. I'll walk with you."
Dean abandoned the idea of a shower and slipped his hand into Sam's as they walked.
There had been a time when he would have found it strange, or even wrong, to walk through the halls with Sam, hand in hand. It seemed a long time ago and long ways away though. He could feel the turmoil in his brother, and he wasn't sure if it was Sam's gifts from Daniel projecting that or Dean's own relatively new ability to read people's emotions starting to come to the front. Before he could sort it out, they were at Daniel's door.
As if on cue, the door opened and Daniel smiled at them, welcoming them in to his chambers. "The Winchester Brothers hand in hand, what a beautiful thing to see." Daniel embraced Sam first, pulling him into a deep kiss, then turned to Dean to do the same. Dean's eyes closed and he melted against Daniel, the flush as new as the first time and the outpouring of lust and love and desire filling Dean with the need to be closer to him.
When Daniel stepped back, he gestured toward the inner room. "I had breakfast brought up, come join me."
Sam followed Daniel and Dean followed Sam, all three of them settling to the floor around a low table filled with fruits and pastries and coffee. “So, Sam, I take it that your visit is to do with the young man Wayne and Chen delivered in the middle of the night last night?”
Dean thought he saw Sam stiffen up, but then he exhaled and sagged a little as Daniel poured them both coffee. “Yes, sir. He's a predator. He gets virgins drunk, then takes advantage of them. We've had a few of his victims come to us for help.”
Daniel nodded thoughtfully. “It took a lot out of you to subdue him.”
Sam nodded. “More than I thought. I can't seem to shake the fatigue.”
Daniel smiled and nodded. “I can help with that. And, since you're here, maybe you can help me with something too.”
“Anything, Daniel, you know that.”
With that Daniel turned to Dean. “Dean here has made outstanding progress. So much so that I have decided that he's ready for his next promotion.”
Dean felt a warm buzz of pleasure at the words and grinned. “So soon? I wasn't expecting that.”
Sam's hand took his, holding it close.
“This is a big step, Dean. If you accept what I am offering you will gain new gifts, new responsibilities, you will be sent out into the outside world to interact with others.”
Dean fingered the pale purple stone on the leather thong around his wrist. He had advanced in the ranks quickly, partially because his brother was one of Daniel's Alphas and partially because Daniel seemed to have plans that included him. “Are you sure I'm ready?”
Daniel smiled. “You will be. The ceremony for this is a little harder. That's why it's good Sam is here. I can help him and he can help me and together we can bring you the last little way. But I don't want to rush you. If you think you need more time, just say so. We'll wait.”
“No, no...it's what I want.” Dean said tentatively, looking to Sam for reassurance. “What do I have to do?”
“For starters, eat your breakfast. You'll need your strength.”
Dean picked up a muffin and picked at it. Sam was uncomfortable, but Dean wasn't sure why, but considering the arrival of their father and the whole thing with this guy they brought in, he supposed uncomfortable was normal. Dean wasn't entirely comfortable either. The promotion was unexpected and he didn't know what to expect, though he'd been nervous before, just to discover that the graduation ceremony was largely just sex.
Dean was good at sex. Of course Daniel didn't require just sex, he wanted the emotional stuff too. Sam was better at that than Dean was, but he'd come a long way.
Daniel's hand fell on his arm. “Dean, you worry too much.”
Dean smiled. “I'm just...nervous I guess.” He looked at Sam who smiled and slid his hand up Dean's thigh.
“Don't be. You know we both love you. We would never let anything hurt you.”
Daniel chuckled a little and sipped at his coffee. “Unless, of course, that is what brings you pleasure.”
Dean relaxed then, leaning into Sam as he ate. All too soon, Daniel was stirring. “You two take a few moments. I have some preparations to see to. Sam, get him ready.”
Daniel left the room, headed into the small ritual room just off his bedroom. It was directly above the power rooms below, where groups of people kept the sexual energy lifted, feeding here, strengthening Daniel's power.
Sam kissed his cheek to get his attention. “I'm happy for you, Dean. This is a big step. You'll be just two steps below an Alpha. You'll be assigned time in the power rooms, you'll get to go out on recruiting trips.”
He moved so that he had his legs around Dean, pulling him in close. “You've come so far.” His kiss was tender and Dean tried to relax into his brother, though the idea of the ceremony had him distracted. “It's not so bad. You're going to get your first real taste of Daniel's power. You'll be bathed, then you'll be asked some questions. Just answer them from your heart. Daniel will take away the stone.” Sam's hands touched the bracelet while his lips traced over Dean's face. “For that moment, you'll be vulnerable, then he will bring you a cup. Drink it all, and when you have, the three of us will have sex. When he comes inside you Dean, the feeling will be unbelievable. Then he'll give you the new stone.”
And then he would need sleep. Dean knew that from experience.
The door to the ritual room opened and Sam kissed him. “That's our cue. Come on.” He stood and reached a hand down to help Dean up, keeping the hand and leading him to the room.
Daniel was naked, his body glistening in the light of the candles around the room. At the door, they paused, shedding their clothes. A hush settled as they entered the room and the door closed behind them. Sam led Dean to the center of the room, then went to Daniel.
They kissed, slow and messy, then slowly Daniel lifted his arms, a knife in one hand. He sliced through the meaty part of his palm and offered his hand to Sam. Sam glanced once at Dean, then cradled the hand and brought it to his mouth. Some part of him thought he should be shocked to watch Sam drinking Daniel's blood. Instead, he was aroused. A lot aroused.
He tried to pull his eyes away, but couldn't, not until he felt Daniel's eyes. Dean looked up at him, pulled in by the intense blue that flooded with black as Sam drank. Sam's head lifted, his eyes closed as he dragged in air, his face bloody. Daniel turned, his hand still bleeding, holding it over the gold goblet on the altar, letting blood fall into it. When he lifted his hand and licked over the skin, the cut disappeared.
Daniel caught Sam's hand and held it up, slicing quickly over his palm and lifting the hand to his mouth, his eyes on Dean, watching Dean swallow hard as the sight filled him with an aching want he'd never felt. Daniel turned Sam's hand and let several drops of his blood fall into the cup too. Then he licked over Sam's hand, healing the wound.
Sam lifted a basin from the altar and approached Dean. He went to his knees and settled the basin on the floor beside him, lifting a cloth from it and wringing it out. The water was warm and it tingled as Sam washed Dean's feet, shins and calves, up to his thighs.
Dean was hard long before Sam got anywhere near his cock. The warm water did nothing to lesson his arousal. Sam worked diligently, around to his ass, swiping the cloth through his crack, up to his hole. Sam guided Dean to his knees then and continued to wash his body.
His whole body was starting to tingle and feel...alive...like his skin was waking up from twenty-five years of sleep. Sam washed his face, then leaned in to kiss him. “Breathe, Dean. Let it open you up. Feel everything.”
Sam wasn't wrong. He could feel the tiny currents in the air, the heat of Sam's body, the energy radiating up from the floor, the power of Daniel as he approached. In fact, Daniel radiated heat and lust and power that was incredible and had Dean a little dizzy. Daniel's hand took Dean's chin.
“Dean Winchester, what do you desire?”
Dean blinked a little and his mouth opened, the word coming out of him without thought. “Love.”
A small smile played around Daniel's lips. “And who do you love?”
“You, Sam...everyone.” Dean responded with no hesitation. His heart pounded inside him with it, the love he had for them, the desire to be with them.
“What will you do for those you love?”
“Anything.” Dean said, “Anything that is needed.”
“Will you taste my gifts, Dean, and take them out into the world to share with those who need your love?”
“Yes, Daniel.” He nodded into Daniel's hand.
Beside him, Sam stood, going to the altar for the goblet. Daniel's fingers left Dean's face and lifted his wrist, working the clasp of the bracelet and letting it slide off Dean's wrist. The absence was profound, Dean's skin ached for the feel of the leather and stone. It was silly, to miss something so small, but it was like a piece of himself had been removed.
A single tear slipped down his cheek. Daniel kissed it away, licking his lips to taste the salt before he took the goblet from Sam. “In this cup, Dean, is life, power, transformation. Drink of this, drink of me and mine, and take us inside you.”
Dean took the goblet and lifted it to his lips. He could smell the strong wine, laced with spices and herbs and blood. He drank it down in two big swallows, handing the goblet back before sitting back on his heels.
The room was warm, warmer than it had been, and Dean was suddenly aware of more than the air and the heat…he could hear Sam and Daniel breathing, could smell them, smell the candles and the incense. He could taste the wine and all that was in it, the earthy undercurrent of the drugs. Everything seemed to undulate around him, pulsing with power. Daniel knelt in front of him, his tongue gliding over Dean's lips, his lips pressing kisses along Dean's mouth.
"Can you feel me, Dean?" Daniel asked, though Dean wasn't sure he actually spoke.
"Yes, yes…want you…" Dean responded.
"Who is it you want?" Sam asked, moving behind him, his mouth tracing Dean's shoulder up to his neck.
"You." Dean responded, turning to kiss Sam messy and wet. Daniel pulled him back, though he looked less like Daniel now.
"Who do you want Dean? Who do you love?" Daniel asked and while Dean doesn't quite understand the question, Daniel's eyes grew dark and Dean blinked, finding someone decidedly not Daniel when he looked back.
"Dad?" Dean's voice quavered, his hand lifting to touch the familiar face.
"Do you love him?" Sam asked in Dean's ear and Dean had to swallow before he could nod.
"Yes." Dean could hardly breathe as his father's face leaned in and kissed him, the scruff of his mustache and beard tickling as his lips closed over Dean's and his voice rumbled through him, though Dean couldn't make out the words. "Please."
"Shh…it's okay." Daniel-John whispered, his hand moving to Dean's cock. "I love you, Son."
"I love you." Dean echoed, tears flowing unchecked down his face. He'd never had that freedom, to speak his love, not to John, not to Sam…never before finding Daniel. He surged up to catch Daniel-John and kiss him fervently.
Sam's body pressed against him from behind, Sam's fingers sliding over his ass and down to his hole. He pressed in and Dean hissed, leaning further into Daniel, licking at his father's lips, licking them open so he could taste inside.
When Sam's cock filled him, Dean nearly came.
His skin burned to the touch of their skin, to Sam and Dad and love so palpable he could taste it. Sam rocked up into him, and Dean pulled Dad in, kissing him and trying to get him closer, get more…because it wasn't enough.
Sam lay back on the floor, bringing Dean with him, his knees bent and spread, Dean's legs curled around them as he rode down on Sam's cock and drew Dad closer. Sparks lit up the dark behind his closed eyes when a finger slid inside him alongside Sam's cock. It worked into him and out again, opening him up.
Dean gasped when that finger was gone and in it's place was the head of a cock. Sam's hands slipped into Dean's, fingers lacing together to pull his hands free, away from where Daniel was easing his cock in with Sam's. "Fuck." Dean clenched around them, then tried to relax.
A hand cupped to the back of his head, pulling him forward and his father's face greeted him when he opened his eyes. "Dean."
Dean nodded and bore down on the two of them, mouth falling open as he took what they were offering, his own cock spitting come up between them. Sam's hands held his hips for balance, then Sam was coming, easing the friction between the two cocks inside him and Dean took Daniel's cock deeper, then Daniel was coming too, though it was his father's voice yelling out and Dean was dropped back to lay across Sam's chest, panting.
When Daniel returned, he was himself again and the leather thong now held a deep green stone. Daniel put it around Dean's wrist and knelt beside him and Sam to kiss Dean softly. "You should rest now. No duties until tomorrow. Sam will stay with you."
"Thank you Daniel." Dean whispered, letting Daniel help him up off the floor. He and Sam withdrew, redressing in the outer room before Sam took his hand and together they headed for Sam's room, since his was more spacious and had a bigger bed. Sam laid down on the bed and held his hand out for Dean.
Dean smiled and slid in beside him, letting Sam wrap him up in his big arms and whisper "I love you" into Dean's ear.
Author name:
phantismaArtist name:
raggedy_edgeGenre: SPN Wincest
Pairing: Sam/Dean, Sam/Jess, Sam/OC, Dean/OC
Rating: NC-17
Word count: ~24, 848
Warnings/Spoilers: Brainwashing, het sex, group sex, dub-con, blood kink
Summary: First Sam disappeared, and no matter how hard they looked, John and Dean couldn't find him. Then Dean went missing. John Winchester searches for them, enlisting the help of friends at first to find them, and then once he has to save them from the cult that has brainwashed them with sex and magic. But this is no ordinary cult, and their leader is the demon John's been hunting since his wife died. He isn't about to let his favorite followers go without a fight.
A/Ns: This is my entry into this year's Big Bang for SPN. It is the sequel to last years. You don't have to read that one to follow this one, but if you're interested, the master post is here. Many thank yous to my beta
eboniorchid. Also, a big thank you to my artist, raggedy_edge, who is awesome.Master Art Post: http://raggedy-edge.livejournal.com/87154.html
John Winchester scoured the police impound lot for a glimpse of the familiar black lines of the Impala. It was his fourth tour of such lots in the last two days, since starting the long process of working his way through the San Francisco area.
He didn't have much to go on. Dean had told him he was heading to California, and he was passing through Reno. That had been almost six months before.
Six months. It was worse than Sam. At least Sam had sent a note telling them he was gone. He had asked for space. John at least knew it was his choice.
But Dean was a different story. Dean had just vanished. No note, no calls. His cell phone had been terminated. There was no sign of him at any of their traditional places. None of their contacts had seen or heard from him.
He was just gone.
Now, John was no fool. He knew Dean had not been happy since Sam left. He knew Dean still scoured the area where the letter had been postmarked, still went to Reno to look for some sign. '
He knew that something had gone down between his two boys and that Dean blamed himself for Sam's leaving.
None of that did anything to help him find the boy.
He ran a hand over his face and corrected himself. Man. Dean hadn't been a boy in a long time. He was going to be twenty-five in just a few weeks. Which meant Sam was coming up on twenty-one.
He sighed and turned, taking one last look around to make sure he didn't see the car. "I guess I'll keep looking," he said to the officer who was showing him around.
"Good luck."
He slipped on his sunglasses and went to his truck. Once inside, John opened his journal and flipped the pages to his list of local impound lots. It was a long shot, but if Dean had been forced to abandon the car, or gotten into some trouble he couldn't get out of, the car could possibly end up impounded.
Of course, Dean might have just chosen to disappear. In which case John knew he had very little chance of ever finding him unless he chose to be found.
He stared out the window at the San Francisco street for a long time as the afternoon wore on toward evening. He needed to find a place to sleep, start fresh in the morning. He started the truck and headed back toward the interstate. He had a favorite cheap motel downtown, close to a few bars and yet clean enough, as long as you didn't look under the bed and parking he didn't have to pay for. He was just pulling into the parking lot when his cell phone rang.
A quick glance at the caller ID told him it was Bobby and he flipped it open as he parked. "Yeah, you find something?"
"Hello to you too." Bobby groused. "It took some doing, but, I found a registration for the VIN." John could hear him shuffling paperwork around. "You're not going to believe who it's registered to, though."
John waited, sighing when Bobby didn't just tell him. "Well?"
"Sam."
John blinked. "Sam? As in…my son who I haven't seen in almost three years?"
"Sam Winchester. Sure as I'm sitting here. Got an address in Palo Alto, California."
"I'm in San Francisco. Give me the address." He scribbled as Bobby read off the numbers and street name. "Thanks Bobby, I'll be in touch."
He set the journal aside and pulled back out of the parking spot, pointing heading his truck down the peninsula toward Palo Alto. Traffic was horrendous getting out of the city and didn't get a lot better as he headed south. It was a little after six when he pulled up in front of the address.
Student housing by the look of it, a house probably divided up into apartments. The impala sat parked in front of it, polished and shiny. He sat and watched it for a minute, before deciding that all he could do was just go knock on the damn door.
He didn't know what he was going to say as he lifted his hand to knock. The time between his knock and the turning of the knob seemed to last forever, then suddenly, just like that, John was standing face to face with Sam.
Sam blinked and sort of took a step back. A slow smile curved his lips and his arms reached out, pulling John into a tight hug, thumping his back before letting go.
"Sam?"
John was still trying to find his voice when a pretty young blonde appeared at Sam's side, looking from Sam to John and back again. She smiled wide. "And who is this?"
Sam was beaming with happiness. "Jessica, this is my father. Dad, wow. Dad. Please, come in."
John nodded and stepped inside, shaking his head as he looked Sam over. He'd shot up another few inches since John had seen him and filled out across the shoulders.
"Damn…" Sam was pulling him back into another hug. "It's good to see you. Shit. I…" He shook his head and tried to pull himself together. "Wow, um…we…" He gestured toward the living room. "Why don't we sit down?"
John moved into the living room, glancing around. It was a typical college apartment, though the furniture was nicer than most college kids had and the art on the walls looked real. "You look good, Sam." John said finally, turning back to face him.
"I am good." Sam said, though his voice was still tinged with surprise. "I mean…I've worked hard."
Sam and Jessica sat on the couch, leaving the chair for John. He sat slowly, wiping his hands on his jeans. "I…I'm sorry to just drop in on you." John said when the silence had started to stretch. "I missed you."
Sam smiled again, that big, brilliant smile that somehow didn't seem real. "I missed you too. I hope you're not still mad about the way I left. I was…well, I was afraid you wouldn't let me go if I told you."
John had to concede that. He wouldn't have and it would have led to even more arguments between all three of them. "No, I'm not mad. You scared me—us, pretty good though." He shook his head. "Not mad."
"So, I have to ask…how'd you find me?"
Sam was holding Jessica's hand, his thumb stroking over the soft skin between her thumb and forefinger. It was oddly mesmerizing. "I, ah…Bobby, actually." John said after a few minutes. "I was looking for your brother."
Understanding dawned on Sam's face. "The car. He traced the VIN."
"Yeah, something like that." He shifted and waited for Sam to tell him where Dean was and when he didn't, John stood, pacing a little. "I last heard from him more than six months ago and he was headed this way…and now you have his car…so…where is he?"
Sam frowned up at him, then stood. "What do you mean?"
"What do I mean? Sam, where is Dean?"
"He's not here." Sam looked at Jess, then back at John. "I mean, not anymore. I called him about six months or so ago and he came out to see me. We spent a few days together, he offered me the car and said he was going to meet back up with you."
That didn't sound like Dean. "You're saying he just gave you the car?"
Sam shrugged. "Took me by surprise too. I mean, he loves that car. Made me promise I'd take care of it, but he said he wanted me to have something of home."
"And he just walked away?"
"Well, I gave him some money. I thought he caught a bus or stole a car or something, honestly."
"When have you ever known your brother to willingly get on a bus?" John asked. Something wasn't right here, and it wasn't just the awkwardness of three years apart or the feeling that he was intruding on a life he knew nothing about.
"If he's been missing that long, maybe you should be talking to the police." Jessica said, standing and slipping her hand into Sam's. Her thumb played along a bracelet on his wrist, a leather thong threaded through a crystal blue stone. She wore a matching stone on leather around her neck.
"I doubt they could help." Sam said dismissively. "Remember, babe, I told you what they're lives are like."
She nodded. "Your brother did mention something about a friend south of here, remember? What was his name? James? Joseph?"
"Joshua." Sam supplied. "Dean did get a call from Joshua just before he left. Could be he headed that way."
John frowned. He'd spoken to Joshua. He hadn't mentioned a call. "If he did, he never got there. I talked to Joshua just a few weeks ago."
"That isn't like Dean." Sam said, starting to look a little worried now. "He seemed normal enough while he was here. Gave me a hard time about my hair, teased me about school, hit on Jess…I helped him research a hunt not far from here."
"A hunt? What kind?" John glanced at Jessica but Sam didn't seem worried about talking in front of her. He supposed it was possible Sam had told her the truth.
"Nothing special, just an average, run of the mill ghost hunt. Some girl." He waved his hand dismissively. "After he took care of it, we talked a while, he got a little…funny about leaving me here, about not telling you where I was. That was when he offered me the car."
"He and Sam were talking about a weekend road trip for old times sake, when he got the call from Joshua." Jessica said. She leaned in and kissed Sam's cheek. "I'll go call and let them know we're running late."
As she left the room, John looked Sam over again. "Am I keeping you from something?"
"Ah, we're meeting some friends is all. No big thing. They can wait." Sam rubbed his hands together. "So…"
"When did he leave?" John asked, not sure what was bothering him. Sam seemed happy to see him, and if he was going to leave them, John was glad it was for what he'd wanted all along, something normal. Jessica seemed like a lovely girlfriend. And yet, something in Sam's stance, in the tiny shifts of his weight, in the over bright smile wasn't right.
"Um…he was in the area for at least two weeks…End of July maybe?" Sam scratched his head. "I dropped him off down in San Jose. He said he'd be back maybe at Christmas, but when he didn't show I figured he just got caught up in another hunt or was too far away to make it practical."
"San Jose?"
Sam nodded. "Downtown, where he could get a ride. Oh, yeah. He called once, a few weeks later, but he didn't say where he was."
"Sam, honey, I'm going to head out. You stay here, catch up with your father." Jessica said from the doorway, slipping on her coat.
"No, I don't want to interrupt your plans." John said, squinting at Sam. "I should maybe head down to San Jose, see if I can pick up his trail."
Sam moved across the room to a desk, grabbing a piece of paper. "Here, let me give you my new number. Call me, let me know what's going on."
John took the paper, folding it and stuffing it in his pocket. He pulled one of his calling cards out of his pocket. It was simple white business card stock with his name and phone number and nothing else. He handed it to Sam who took it with a tight smile.
He half expected Sam to offer to come with him, or to at least look for Dean himself. The fact that he didn't was only further proof that something here wasn't right.
Sam and Jessica walked him out to his truck, and John hugged him one more time before climbing into it. If Sam thought this was the end of it, he was wrong. John Winchester was not going anywhere until he figured out exactly what it was that Sam was hiding from him.
"Well, that was unexpected." Sam said as his father drove away. "I figured at least another month before he showed up."
Jessica slid her hands down his sides and kissed the back of his neck. "Is it a problem?"
Sam chewed on his lip as he thought about it. "I should let Daniel know."
"You think he's going to stick around?"
Sam nodded. "I'm willing to bet he isn't two blocks away right now. Sitting down there waiting for us to pull out. He won't let me out of his sight for a while." He pulled his cell phone out of his pocket. He wasn't surprised when the call went to voicemail. Daniel was likely with one or more of his students. "Hey, it's Sam. My father showed up sooner than expected. I'll be in touch."
He put the phone back in his pocket and smiled at Jess. "So, you ready to go have some fun?"
"With him watching?"
He shrugged. "What's he going to see? He probably won't come into the bar, just sit outside and watch for us to leave." He opened the car door. She hesitated, then followed, getting into the passenger side. "Besides, I'm horny. Daniel wants some new recruits, and I aim to find him the most fucked up, sexually needy, submissive folks I can."
His head was already buzzing with his father's emotional charge; anger, suspicion, a touch of fear that something really had happened to Dean, disbelief. By the time they got to the bar he'd be ready for the task. He leaned over Jessica to open the glove box and pull out the flask, taking a hit and slipping it back inside. It wasn't as good as getting what he needed from the source, but it would amp him up just that much more.
"Ready?"
Jessica smiled and nodded and they headed out. Sam skipped the bar closest to the school, the general consensus from the rest of his friends were that it was always filled with the wrong crowd for their needs.
As they pulled in to Jake's parking lot, Jessica pulled out her phone. "Jake's." She smiled as she got out of the car. Sam caught her hand as they headed for the door. Our of the corner of his eye he spotted his father's truck, still on the street, but near enough to watch the front door of the place.
He put his father out of his mind to concentrate on the task at hand. Since coming to the temple, Sam had become Daniel's favorite recruiter to the ways of liberation.
His cock stirred as they entered the bar, the air charged with lust and desire and desperation. He could taste it. He closed his eyes, a small smile on his face as he turned toward it. "Already?" Jessica asked.
"It's going to be a good night." Sam responded, kissing her lightly. "Get me a beer. I'll be back."
He stepped around a couple of frat boys telling stories about their sexual conquests, his eyes scanning the crowd. He found what he was looking for in a dark corner near the bathrooms.
She was alone, and already part way to drunk, even though the night was young. She'd been crying, though at the moment she was just staring blindly at the counter she sat beside. Sam moved in, sliding onto the stool beside hers. He leaned in so she could hear him over the music.
"Hey, you okay?"
She blinked and looked up at him, big blue eyes blinking and bloodshot. "Fine," she muttered, turning away from him.
He reached out to touch her shoulder and got a hot stream of heartbreak, anguish, shame. "No offense, but you don't look fine, you look like you need a friend."
It took only the tiniest push to get inside her head and read the string of events that led her to this moment: alone for the first time, a virgin…until three nights before, a guy she really liked, drunken sex, unreturned phone calls and an email telling her to fuck off. He leaned in close, his mouth on her ear. "You are beautiful Cheryl." He felt the resistance die, even as his hand slipped down to cup her breast through the t-shirt. "He hurt you, but it doesn't have to be that way. Let me show you."
She stood, looking just a little dazed and he kissed her, drawing her to the side door. He glanced up to find Jessica, nodding as he pushed the door open and drew the girl into the alley. Before the door was even closed, he had his hand up under her shirt, rubbing at her breasts as he kissed her and pressed her into the wall.
"I…" She shook her head and blinked up at him. "I don't think this is a good idea."
He smiled then, soft, gentle, his hands cupping her face. "I want to show you what love is, Cheryl."
"L-love?" She was confused, partially from the alcohol, partially from arousal and the way it went against what she thought was right.
He kissed her again, his tongue parting her lips, sweeping through her mouth to taste the beer and Jack Daniels she'd been drinking. "Your body is nothing to be ashamed of, it has needs, it wants you to give it what it needs." He slid one hand from her face, down her stomach, popping the button on her jeans as he took her mouth again. "Let me show you."
He pulled her jeans open and went to one knee, one hand splayed over her stomach to keep her in place, the other sliding between her thighs and pressing in against her panties. She squirmed and tried to say something, but when he pressed his face into her and lifted her right leg up onto his shoulder to give him more room, she fell back against the wall and he knew he had her.
His tongue moved over the silk of her panties, over her clit, while his fingers maneuvered around the fabric pressed in, pushing inside of her, making her gasp. "This is beautiful, Cheryl." Sam murmured before he went back to licking and sucking, moving his fingers in and out of her at a faster and faster pace.
She came with a bit-off cry and he eased back, setting her foot back on the ground and sliding his fingers out of her. He stood, making sure she was watching as he slid those fingers into his mouth. When he had licked them clean, he leaned in and kissed her again. "I know what you need Cheryl. I can give it to you."
"Yeah?" she asked, her voice shaky as she pulled her jeans up and zipped them.
He smiled, genuine and friendly. "Come with me." He took her hand and led her back into the bar, and over to where Jessica sat. "Cheryl, this is Jessica." Sam kissed Jess deeply, and when he moved away, Jessica took Cheryl's hand from him, kissing her just as deeply as Sam had. Cheryl blinked, but didn't balk. Jessica smiled softly.
"You are a pretty one, aren't you?" Jessica brushed the hair out of her eyes. "Let's go get you cleaned up."
They left, headed for the bathroom where Jessica would talk to the girl and seal the deal. Even if she balked, Sam had marked her. Any other Alpha that met her in the next few weeks would sense the mark and work her until she came to the temple for the help she needed.
He lifted his beer from the bar and took a drink, casting out for the next mark. Instead he found Chen and Wayne, and lifted a hand. The pair of them approached with smiles. Sam stood to hug them, poking at Chen's new blue stone on the leather around her neck. "Enjoying your new status?"
She grinned and toyed with the stone. "You know it." She looked around them. "Where's Jess?"
Sam hitched a thumb toward the bathroom. "Closing a recruit. What are you two doing here?"
"Daniel called." Wayne said. "We were local, working at the Waterman."
Sam raised an eyebrow. "He sent you to look out for me?"
"Back you up. If you need it." Chen corrected, flagging down the bartender and ordering two beers. "Oh, and your brother told me to give you something."
The petite Asian stepped in close, taking his hand in one hand and pulling his head down with the other to kiss him while she put his hand up under her skirt, running his fingers through her slit.
"Mmmmm….my brother has good taste." Sam murmured. Something tickled his attention and he looked up, scanning the bar. "Oh."
Wayne grabbed the beer the bartender set down and dropped a twenty. "What oh?"
Sam gestured with his head. "The girl I just recruited, the asshole that left her a quivering mess just walked in."
Wayne turned to look. "Someday you're going to tell me how you know that shit. Seriously, I watch you work a room and wonder why Daniel lets any of the rest of us even try."
Sam grinned. "It's a gift, brother. One you either have, or you don't." He held up his hand for two new beers.
"I see a nefarious plan hatching." Chen said, sipping on her beer.
"Well, Daniel has taught us that sexual predators are in need of love too, that only liberation can free them from the chains of their addictions."
"In other words, Chen, my dear, Sam wants to fuck his ass repeatedly until he understands that treating women like sex toys is wrong."
Sam slipped a hand into his pocket and pulled out the small vial. He didn't often feel the need to resort to such tricks to pull recruits, but this was one time he wouldn't mind. He pulled one of the beers down off the bar and held it between his knees, using Chen's body to hide what he was doing, and he dropped two drops of the liquid into the beer. He stirred it with his fingers, then wiped his fingers on his jeans and grabbed the other beer.
"Okay, cover me, I'm going in."
He crossed to where the big blond man was standing, clearly waiting for someone. Sam turned a few times, looking around him like he had lost someone. He made eye contact with the guy and shrugged. "Damn, isn't that just like a chick? I go to buy her a beer and she disappears." Blond guy chuckled.
"Yeah, it happens."
"Now, I'm stuck with two beers." He looked at the guy, then at the beer. "You want the other one? I'll never drink it before it gets warm."
The guy shrugged. "Sure, you shoot pool?"
Sam nodded. "Not the best, but yeah, I play." He took a sip of his beer and watched the guy do the same. "I'm Sam."
"Clay." He stuck out his hand and Sam shook it, reading him easily. Jock on a football scholarship, privileged, history of taking what he wanted when he wanted. Cheryl wasn't the first he'd gotten sloppy drunk and taken, only to drop her the next day.
"So, Clay. Let's play." He needed to give the drug a chance to do its work, open him up, make him more suggestible. Clay racked the balls and let Sam have the first shot. He played fairly aggressively, watching Clay as he drank his beer and the drug made its way into his system.
By the time Sam sank the eight ball, Clay was wavering on his feet. "Dude, you okay?"
"Did you…put something in my beer?"
"Course not." Sam put his cue down and settled a hand on Clay's shoulder. "Let's get you some air."
He guided Clay to the front door, catching Wayne's eye as they exited and Sam guided him around to the alley. The night air hit Clay and with just the right push from Sam, he doubled over, throwing up into the trash that lined one wall of the alley. Sam crowded in behind him, digging a little deeper into Clay's mind than he normally would, but then he didn't normally target rapists for this either.
He planted the suggestion deep inside Clay's mind that he was going to let Sam do whatever Sam wanted. When he straightened up and Sam reached around him to grab his cock, Clay jumped and started to pull away, then relaxed.
The drug left him open for the suggestion, even if it didn't interrupt his desire to resist, which made for a strange disconnect that Sam was having trouble thinking around. Sam pushed at all of his pleasure receptors, bringing his cock up full and hard as Sam yanked his pants down.
He fished in his pocket for lube, but only used enough to not hurt the guy, sticking two fingers into him without warning and going straight for his prostate. Clay moaned and bucked and came, spilling semen on top of his vomit.
Really, that was all Sam needed, just the act of his orgasm marked him, but this was one bastard Sam wanted to feel the fucking. He unzipped himself and pulled his fingers out of him, clamping one hand down on Clay's shoulder as he lined his cock up. "Gonna teach you some manners, boy." He pushed in and Clay tensed. It took all of his strength, both physically and mentally to keep him in play. Sam pushed at the pleasure receptors again and Clay relaxed.
"Sex is meant to be a beautiful, shared experience, Clay. It is an act of worship." Sam fucked up into him, his body belaying his words, but Clay's muddled mind wouldn't know the difference. He reached around, stroking his still hard cock, milking a second orgasm from him.
It was too much, and Sam ran the risk of frying his brain completely, but he pushed one last time, fucking hard and fast until he was coming and Clay's cock gamely tried again.
Clay collapsed into the wall, babbling about beautiful sex and come. Sam zipped himself back up and pulled Clay's pants up. "Alright Clay…let's get you wrapped up."
Wayne was already on his way to look for him as they neared the front door. He looked at Sam, then at Clay. "Shit, what did you do?"
"Pushed him." Sam said, slightly disgusted with himself. "He isn't going to need closing, just get him up to the temple. He's going to need a lot of work. He's a disgusting pig."
Wayne took over the stumbling weight of Clay's disoriented form, then recoiled a little. "Shit, how many times did you get him to come?"
"I think he was trying for a third." Sam said with a grimace.
"Damn, the boy's marked deep."
"Good, then he won't put up too much of a fight." Sam growled, suddenly just wanting to be rid of him. "Now get him up to Daniel. I'll be up tomorrow."
"What about your tail?"
Sam glanced over his shoulder in the direction of his father's truck. He couldn't actually see him, but he knew he was there. "Don't worry, I know how to slip him. I've done it before."
He let Wayne and Chen walk away with Clay and headed back into the bar, riding on the energy of the sex and the use of his power in such a forceful way. It always jazzed him up and left him needing to find a good use for the energy. It was time to find Jessica. Maybe she'd found a wounded puppy to bring home with them, the same way she had him nearly three years before.
John Winchester watched his son walk a young man into an alley and eased out of his truck to get close enough to find out what he was up to. The sound of retching echoed out of the alley and John slipped into the shadows, easing close enough to peer around the corner.
What he saw stopped him cold.
His view was partially obstructed, but there was no denying what Sam was doing. He was having sex with that man. John backed away and let the shadows swallow him.
That was something he hadn't expected. Not when Sam was very clearly with the pretty blond he'd met earlier. Not when she and Sam had arrived together. He exhaled slowly and backed off even more.
He'd expected something else. Anything else. The idea that Sam was hiding the fact that he was…what exactly…not gay, but clearly willing to play both sides…that hadn't even entered John's brain. Drugs maybe. Hiding Dean definitely. But this was different.
He watched from the dark as Sam and the man emerged, and Sam spoke to the two that came out of the bar, obviously handing the drunken sex partner off before heading back into the bar.
Sam seemed to be in a foul mood when he and Jessica emerged a half hour later, storming to the impala and tearing out of the parking lot. John followed at a distance until they turned onto the street where they lived, then he sighed and headed out to find a place to stay. Whatever Sam had gotten himself into, he was fairly certain it involved Dean and deeds Sam didn't want John to know about.
Dean groaned and rolled over, causing a chain reaction as the rest of the bed moved to accommodate him. He was tangled up in sheets and bodies, unsure which of the legs he could see were actually his until he started wiggling them.
"Don't." Sandy murmured, trying to pull him back down as he worked at extricating himself.
He leaned in to kiss her. "Have to, I've got a session with Daniel."
A hand caught his ankle, then slid up his leg to wrap around his cock, which only served to remind it that it was morning and no matter how much it had gotten the night before it should wake up and get hard.
"Come on, that's not fair." The hand was joined by a very talented tongue as Sandy's warm body curled around his back. "Hey, guys…" Ethan's mouth closed over his cock and Dean leaned back against Sandy for a minute, then remembered Daniel. He put a hand on Ethan's shoulder and pushed him back. "I'm serious. Daniel. I have to go."
Ethan pouted at him and Dean rolled his eyes, leaning in to kiss the pout away. "I love you, really I do…but I gotta go."
"You'll come back?" Sandy asked as Dean finally got clear of the bed. He pulled on his gauzy white pants and turned back to the bed, filled with Ethan and Sandy and James and Sheila, groaning a little as Ethan's head dropped to Sandy's thigh.
"Yeah…yeah…back." Dean shook his head and left the room, angling for the showers and a change of clothes before he headed up to Daniel's office. He was a little surprised to find Sam outside one of the dorms set aside for new recruits. "Hey."
Sam turned, a smiled flashing across his face. "Hey."
"Whoa, who peed in your Wheaties this morning, Sunshine?"
Sam shook his head. "Sorry. Bad night."
Dean slid a hand around his brother's waist and drew him in close. "Maybe I could make it better?" Sam's mouth opened to his kiss, but he didn't really return it, which really wasn't like Sam. "That's more than a bad night."
Sam pulled back and tugged his hair out of his face. "I recruited someone last night…he took a lot out of me…and…" He made a pissy face, something Dean didn't see often anymore, not since coming here.
"What?" He searched out Sam's eyes, but they didn't tell him anything. "Come on Sam…you're the one who told me we were in this together. I love you. You can tell me anything."
"Dad." Sam said after a long silence. He let go of his hair and sighed. "He's here."
Dean frowned. "Here. As in here, at the temple or here in San Francisco?"
"He showed up at my house yesterday."
"What did you say?" Dean asked, not sure exactly how he would respond. He knew he was happy here, with Sam and Daniel and the others.
"Not much. He's looking for you."
"Well, we knew he'd come eventually." Dean said. They had talked about it even, about what they would do, how they would respond. "So…does he know?"
Sam's face went all pissy and pinched again. "About this place? I didn't want to watch him stroke out on my living room floor, Dean." Sam said. "No. He doesn't know…but you know him. He isn't leaving until he's seen you and you've convinced him that you're happy here and you don't want to leave."
Something in his tone made Dean reach for him, cupping a reassuring hand to Sam's face. "I am happy here, Sam and I don't ever want to leave you."
Sam smiled and kissed him. "I know Dean."
"I have to get up to Daniel's office. You going to be here?"
"Actually, I need to see Daniel myself. I'll walk with you."
Dean abandoned the idea of a shower and slipped his hand into Sam's as they walked.
There had been a time when he would have found it strange, or even wrong, to walk through the halls with Sam, hand in hand. It seemed a long time ago and long ways away though. He could feel the turmoil in his brother, and he wasn't sure if it was Sam's gifts from Daniel projecting that or Dean's own relatively new ability to read people's emotions starting to come to the front. Before he could sort it out, they were at Daniel's door.
As if on cue, the door opened and Daniel smiled at them, welcoming them in to his chambers. "The Winchester Brothers hand in hand, what a beautiful thing to see." Daniel embraced Sam first, pulling him into a deep kiss, then turned to Dean to do the same. Dean's eyes closed and he melted against Daniel, the flush as new as the first time and the outpouring of lust and love and desire filling Dean with the need to be closer to him.
When Daniel stepped back, he gestured toward the inner room. "I had breakfast brought up, come join me."
Sam followed Daniel and Dean followed Sam, all three of them settling to the floor around a low table filled with fruits and pastries and coffee. “So, Sam, I take it that your visit is to do with the young man Wayne and Chen delivered in the middle of the night last night?”
Dean thought he saw Sam stiffen up, but then he exhaled and sagged a little as Daniel poured them both coffee. “Yes, sir. He's a predator. He gets virgins drunk, then takes advantage of them. We've had a few of his victims come to us for help.”
Daniel nodded thoughtfully. “It took a lot out of you to subdue him.”
Sam nodded. “More than I thought. I can't seem to shake the fatigue.”
Daniel smiled and nodded. “I can help with that. And, since you're here, maybe you can help me with something too.”
“Anything, Daniel, you know that.”
With that Daniel turned to Dean. “Dean here has made outstanding progress. So much so that I have decided that he's ready for his next promotion.”
Dean felt a warm buzz of pleasure at the words and grinned. “So soon? I wasn't expecting that.”
Sam's hand took his, holding it close.
“This is a big step, Dean. If you accept what I am offering you will gain new gifts, new responsibilities, you will be sent out into the outside world to interact with others.”
Dean fingered the pale purple stone on the leather thong around his wrist. He had advanced in the ranks quickly, partially because his brother was one of Daniel's Alphas and partially because Daniel seemed to have plans that included him. “Are you sure I'm ready?”
Daniel smiled. “You will be. The ceremony for this is a little harder. That's why it's good Sam is here. I can help him and he can help me and together we can bring you the last little way. But I don't want to rush you. If you think you need more time, just say so. We'll wait.”
“No, no...it's what I want.” Dean said tentatively, looking to Sam for reassurance. “What do I have to do?”
“For starters, eat your breakfast. You'll need your strength.”
Dean picked up a muffin and picked at it. Sam was uncomfortable, but Dean wasn't sure why, but considering the arrival of their father and the whole thing with this guy they brought in, he supposed uncomfortable was normal. Dean wasn't entirely comfortable either. The promotion was unexpected and he didn't know what to expect, though he'd been nervous before, just to discover that the graduation ceremony was largely just sex.
Dean was good at sex. Of course Daniel didn't require just sex, he wanted the emotional stuff too. Sam was better at that than Dean was, but he'd come a long way.
Daniel's hand fell on his arm. “Dean, you worry too much.”
Dean smiled. “I'm just...nervous I guess.” He looked at Sam who smiled and slid his hand up Dean's thigh.
“Don't be. You know we both love you. We would never let anything hurt you.”
Daniel chuckled a little and sipped at his coffee. “Unless, of course, that is what brings you pleasure.”
Dean relaxed then, leaning into Sam as he ate. All too soon, Daniel was stirring. “You two take a few moments. I have some preparations to see to. Sam, get him ready.”
Daniel left the room, headed into the small ritual room just off his bedroom. It was directly above the power rooms below, where groups of people kept the sexual energy lifted, feeding here, strengthening Daniel's power.
Sam kissed his cheek to get his attention. “I'm happy for you, Dean. This is a big step. You'll be just two steps below an Alpha. You'll be assigned time in the power rooms, you'll get to go out on recruiting trips.”
He moved so that he had his legs around Dean, pulling him in close. “You've come so far.” His kiss was tender and Dean tried to relax into his brother, though the idea of the ceremony had him distracted. “It's not so bad. You're going to get your first real taste of Daniel's power. You'll be bathed, then you'll be asked some questions. Just answer them from your heart. Daniel will take away the stone.” Sam's hands touched the bracelet while his lips traced over Dean's face. “For that moment, you'll be vulnerable, then he will bring you a cup. Drink it all, and when you have, the three of us will have sex. When he comes inside you Dean, the feeling will be unbelievable. Then he'll give you the new stone.”
And then he would need sleep. Dean knew that from experience.
The door to the ritual room opened and Sam kissed him. “That's our cue. Come on.” He stood and reached a hand down to help Dean up, keeping the hand and leading him to the room.
Daniel was naked, his body glistening in the light of the candles around the room. At the door, they paused, shedding their clothes. A hush settled as they entered the room and the door closed behind them. Sam led Dean to the center of the room, then went to Daniel.
They kissed, slow and messy, then slowly Daniel lifted his arms, a knife in one hand. He sliced through the meaty part of his palm and offered his hand to Sam. Sam glanced once at Dean, then cradled the hand and brought it to his mouth. Some part of him thought he should be shocked to watch Sam drinking Daniel's blood. Instead, he was aroused. A lot aroused.
He tried to pull his eyes away, but couldn't, not until he felt Daniel's eyes. Dean looked up at him, pulled in by the intense blue that flooded with black as Sam drank. Sam's head lifted, his eyes closed as he dragged in air, his face bloody. Daniel turned, his hand still bleeding, holding it over the gold goblet on the altar, letting blood fall into it. When he lifted his hand and licked over the skin, the cut disappeared.
Daniel caught Sam's hand and held it up, slicing quickly over his palm and lifting the hand to his mouth, his eyes on Dean, watching Dean swallow hard as the sight filled him with an aching want he'd never felt. Daniel turned Sam's hand and let several drops of his blood fall into the cup too. Then he licked over Sam's hand, healing the wound.
Sam lifted a basin from the altar and approached Dean. He went to his knees and settled the basin on the floor beside him, lifting a cloth from it and wringing it out. The water was warm and it tingled as Sam washed Dean's feet, shins and calves, up to his thighs.
Dean was hard long before Sam got anywhere near his cock. The warm water did nothing to lesson his arousal. Sam worked diligently, around to his ass, swiping the cloth through his crack, up to his hole. Sam guided Dean to his knees then and continued to wash his body.
His whole body was starting to tingle and feel...alive...like his skin was waking up from twenty-five years of sleep. Sam washed his face, then leaned in to kiss him. “Breathe, Dean. Let it open you up. Feel everything.”
Sam wasn't wrong. He could feel the tiny currents in the air, the heat of Sam's body, the energy radiating up from the floor, the power of Daniel as he approached. In fact, Daniel radiated heat and lust and power that was incredible and had Dean a little dizzy. Daniel's hand took Dean's chin.
“Dean Winchester, what do you desire?”
Dean blinked a little and his mouth opened, the word coming out of him without thought. “Love.”
A small smile played around Daniel's lips. “And who do you love?”
“You, Sam...everyone.” Dean responded with no hesitation. His heart pounded inside him with it, the love he had for them, the desire to be with them.
“What will you do for those you love?”
“Anything.” Dean said, “Anything that is needed.”
“Will you taste my gifts, Dean, and take them out into the world to share with those who need your love?”
“Yes, Daniel.” He nodded into Daniel's hand.
Beside him, Sam stood, going to the altar for the goblet. Daniel's fingers left Dean's face and lifted his wrist, working the clasp of the bracelet and letting it slide off Dean's wrist. The absence was profound, Dean's skin ached for the feel of the leather and stone. It was silly, to miss something so small, but it was like a piece of himself had been removed.
A single tear slipped down his cheek. Daniel kissed it away, licking his lips to taste the salt before he took the goblet from Sam. “In this cup, Dean, is life, power, transformation. Drink of this, drink of me and mine, and take us inside you.”
Dean took the goblet and lifted it to his lips. He could smell the strong wine, laced with spices and herbs and blood. He drank it down in two big swallows, handing the goblet back before sitting back on his heels.
The room was warm, warmer than it had been, and Dean was suddenly aware of more than the air and the heat…he could hear Sam and Daniel breathing, could smell them, smell the candles and the incense. He could taste the wine and all that was in it, the earthy undercurrent of the drugs. Everything seemed to undulate around him, pulsing with power. Daniel knelt in front of him, his tongue gliding over Dean's lips, his lips pressing kisses along Dean's mouth.
"Can you feel me, Dean?" Daniel asked, though Dean wasn't sure he actually spoke.
"Yes, yes…want you…" Dean responded.
"Who is it you want?" Sam asked, moving behind him, his mouth tracing Dean's shoulder up to his neck.
"You." Dean responded, turning to kiss Sam messy and wet. Daniel pulled him back, though he looked less like Daniel now.
"Who do you want Dean? Who do you love?" Daniel asked and while Dean doesn't quite understand the question, Daniel's eyes grew dark and Dean blinked, finding someone decidedly not Daniel when he looked back.
"Dad?" Dean's voice quavered, his hand lifting to touch the familiar face.
"Do you love him?" Sam asked in Dean's ear and Dean had to swallow before he could nod.
"Yes." Dean could hardly breathe as his father's face leaned in and kissed him, the scruff of his mustache and beard tickling as his lips closed over Dean's and his voice rumbled through him, though Dean couldn't make out the words. "Please."
"Shh…it's okay." Daniel-John whispered, his hand moving to Dean's cock. "I love you, Son."
"I love you." Dean echoed, tears flowing unchecked down his face. He'd never had that freedom, to speak his love, not to John, not to Sam…never before finding Daniel. He surged up to catch Daniel-John and kiss him fervently.
Sam's body pressed against him from behind, Sam's fingers sliding over his ass and down to his hole. He pressed in and Dean hissed, leaning further into Daniel, licking at his father's lips, licking them open so he could taste inside.
When Sam's cock filled him, Dean nearly came.
His skin burned to the touch of their skin, to Sam and Dad and love so palpable he could taste it. Sam rocked up into him, and Dean pulled Dad in, kissing him and trying to get him closer, get more…because it wasn't enough.
Sam lay back on the floor, bringing Dean with him, his knees bent and spread, Dean's legs curled around them as he rode down on Sam's cock and drew Dad closer. Sparks lit up the dark behind his closed eyes when a finger slid inside him alongside Sam's cock. It worked into him and out again, opening him up.
Dean gasped when that finger was gone and in it's place was the head of a cock. Sam's hands slipped into Dean's, fingers lacing together to pull his hands free, away from where Daniel was easing his cock in with Sam's. "Fuck." Dean clenched around them, then tried to relax.
A hand cupped to the back of his head, pulling him forward and his father's face greeted him when he opened his eyes. "Dean."
Dean nodded and bore down on the two of them, mouth falling open as he took what they were offering, his own cock spitting come up between them. Sam's hands held his hips for balance, then Sam was coming, easing the friction between the two cocks inside him and Dean took Daniel's cock deeper, then Daniel was coming too, though it was his father's voice yelling out and Dean was dropped back to lay across Sam's chest, panting.
When Daniel returned, he was himself again and the leather thong now held a deep green stone. Daniel put it around Dean's wrist and knelt beside him and Sam to kiss Dean softly. "You should rest now. No duties until tomorrow. Sam will stay with you."
"Thank you Daniel." Dean whispered, letting Daniel help him up off the floor. He and Sam withdrew, redressing in the outer room before Sam took his hand and together they headed for Sam's room, since his was more spacious and had a bigger bed. Sam laid down on the bed and held his hand out for Dean.
Dean smiled and slid in beside him, letting Sam wrap him up in his big arms and whisper "I love you" into Dean's ear.