All You Ever Learned of Love Part Two, Supernatural, NC-17

[phantisma]

Title: All You Ever Learned of Love (Part Two - Index is Here)
Author name: 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 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






"Sam's not here." Jessica said when she opened the door.

John frowned a little because he had been watching the house since the early hours of the morning and Sam hadn't left, not that he'd seen. But he couldn't come out and say that.

"Do you know when he'll be back?" John asked instead.

She pushed the door open in invitation and he stepped in. "Coffee?"

He nodded and followed her into the kitchen where she poured him a cup and handed it over.

"To be honest, no, I don't know when he'll be home." She took her own cup and sat in one of the chairs. "He had to go up to San Francisco to deal with some…issues."

"Issues?" John sipped at the coffee, smiling at the first taste. It was surprisingly good, just the way he liked it.

She shook her head, setting her cup on the table and standing. "Nothing to worry about. Just a young man in crisis. Sam's going to help him get on his feet."

"Sam is? How?"

She sort of shrugged as she came closer, one hand trailing up his arm as she moved behind him. "The same way I helped him when he came here, I suppose. Be his friend, talk to him, let him talk." She cupped John's face as she leaned in and her breath tasted of coffee as she whispered, "Kissing…I really like the kissing."

He didn't move as her lips touched his, as her tongue dared to cross into his mouth. "See?"

John exhaled and pushed his chair back, startling her. "I'm sorry, did I go too fast?" She shook her head, blond hair cascading over her shoulders as she straddled his lap. "I thought you would appreciate the symmetry." John blinked and for a moment he didn't see Jessica, he saw Mary. "I mean, guys like you have a type, right?" She kissed him again, and John's eyes fluttered closed, images of his long dead wife filling his head. His hands lifted to hold her, his body believing the lie as he opened his mouth to her questing tongue and the weight of her pressed against him.

His thoughts were slow, Mary and Jessica intertwining in his mind. He wondered if she'd drugged his coffee. He almost didn't care. She felt so good in his arms, so warm and alive and her kisses were deliciously distracting. He wanted her, wanted this.

His thigh started to vibrate and it took him a moment to realize it was his phone in his pocket. He got one hand loose and into his pocket. Jessica sat back in frustration as John flicked open the phone after seeing Sam's name on the caller ID. "Sam?"

"I have someone here who wants to talk to you."

John pushed Jessica off his lap and stood, walking out of the kitchen.

"Dad?"

He stopped, staring at the phone a second. "Dean?"

"Yeah. So…Sam said you were looking for me."

"Hell yes, I've been looking for you for six months Dean." John said, anger flushing through him. "Where the fuck have you been?"

"Don't be angry. I needed some time. I needed to get my head on straight." He could hear Dean shifting the phone. "So…I'd like to see you. If you're still around."

"Yeah, I'm still around. Where are you? I'll come to you."

"I'm in San Francisco. I'll text you the address."

"I can be there in an hour or so."

"See you then." The call ended and still John held the phone to his ear wondering how it could be that easy. He turned to find Jessica watching him from the doorway to the kitchen. "You knew all along he hadn't left."

She shrugged a little. "He wanted some time. He needed it." She came toward him slowly, hips moving suggestively. "I'm not saying you were a bad parent, John, but both of your boys were pretty fucked up when they came to me. Good thing I know what to do with fucked up pretty boys though. I helped them. I could help you."

She tried to caress his face, but he caught her hand. "I don't know what you think you're doing, young lady, but I want no part of your help."

His phone buzzed as the text came through with the address. He stormed out of the place and into his truck, hoping the traffic wasn't as insane as it had been coming down from San Francisco.



Sam wasn't convinced that this was the best plan. Dean was still tired from the promotion, and he hadn't adjusted to the new gifts the ceremony had given him, but both Daniel and Dean seemed to think it was the right thing to do. Daniel wanted John Winchester to join them, and he could think of no better way to win him over than through his sons.

Which Sam knew had been part of the plan all along, he wasn't protesting the plan itself, just the timing. Dean wasn't ready. Still, he sat with Dean on the steps to the temple and waited. Dean seemed calm, though he looked oddly out of place in his street clothes. It had been so long since Sam had seen him dressed that way that it felt wrong.

The truck pulled up and parked and Sam had a sense of déjà vu. Six months before the Impala had sat there, Dean leaning against it making that face as Sam came down the stairs. Dean stood, glancing aside at Sam once before he was stepping down the stairs.

He grinned wide as their father stepped out of the truck, throwing his arms open and hugging John Winchester tightly. Sam followed him down the stairs, watching as his father's face flicked up to the temple, taking in the whole scene.

Sam could feel the disapproval warring with his need to make sure that Dean was okay, the relief fighting the anger. He wondered how much of it Dean was feeling.

"It is good to see you." Dean was saying as Sam reached the bottom of the stairs. "Don't be angry with Sam. I asked him not to tell you."

Dean pulled John in again, hugging him tight and thumping his back. "Damn, I missed you."

John stepped back, looking at Sam before looking Dean over. "So…what the hell? You disappear for six months, you find Sam and don't tell me, you give your car away? You tell your brother to lie to me when I finally find him?" He gestured up at the temple. "And what the hell is this place?"

Dean smiled at him slowly. "I'll tell you everything. I promise."

"We could go inside." Sam offered, knowing his father wouldn't until he'd had a chance to check the place out. "Or there's a diner down the street." He stepped in closer, a hand on his father's arm, ready to push him a little to convince him to hear Dean out. What he found surprised him. Jessica. He could feel her touch, she'd been attempting to mark him on her own.

"Yeah, I could eat." Dean said. "And they make the best burgers, Dad. You'll love 'em. Come on." Dean started walking. After the slightest hesitation John followed.

"I'll catch up. I just need to make a call." Sam said, pulling his phone out and dialing Jess. "What the fuck were you thinking?" Sam asked when she picked up.

"I almost had him Sam." Jessica said. "He was nearly there, and then you called."

"You know Daniel wanted me to handle him. Me and Dean." Sam started walking, not wanting to leave Dean alone with their father for too long. "He's not a dumb college kid, Jess. He'll figure it out and he'll come after Daniel. He's a fucking hunter."

"Then I guess you two wonder twins had better work fast." She hung up on him, clearly angry that he'd questioned her. He shoved the phone in his pocket and stormed into the diner. Dean and their father were in a booth already, drinks served.

"I got you a cup of coffee, Sammy." Dean said, patting the bench next to him. Sam slid into the booth, offering a tight smile.

"Everything okay?" John asked, sipping at his own cup of coffee.

"Yeah, just…stuff. You know. Relationship stuff."

"With Jessica?" John asked, his eyes on Sam's.

"Jess is a great girl." Dean interjected. "She was very accommodating when I crash landed on their couch."

"She seems…nice." John offered, still not looking away.

"She is nice." Sam agreed. "We're just…disagreeing on something. We'll work it out."

John nodded slowly, then turned to Dean. "Okay, spill it."

Dean fidgeted a little, then nodded. "Yeah, okay. So, I should go back to the beginning." Sam could tell he was aiming to tell the truth, to tell their father about the idol that had started all of this. Part of him wanted to stop Dean, because he knew that it would piss John off. Then he realized what Dean was doing.

John would get pissed, and then protective, that something supernatural had affected his boys and he hadn't been aware of it.

"Remember old Joe Mendon? We went to get the hex box from his place after he died?"

John nodded, his eyebrows furrowing together.

"So, you told us not to touch anything…but you know me."

"You touched something." John supplied, glancing at Sam.

"Yeah, some damn African mating idol." Sam said. "Worse, he threw it at me when you came out of the other room."

Dean cleared his throat and shifted in his seat. "So…we were…we got very…"

"Horny." Sam offered, and Dean actually blushed.

"Yeah. That. We tried everything. Cold showers, masturbation. Nothing worked." Dean glanced up at John, then to Sam, then turned his eyes back to his hands around his coffee cup. "Then Sam found the damn thing on the old man's website and discovered that it was a mating thing, that it supposedly made it so we had to…" He turned even redder, but Sam could already feel his father's anger shifting to concern.

"Mate?" John asked softly. Dean nodded.

"We…in the heat of the moment we couldn't see anyway around it…and when it was over…" Dean bit his lip and Sam reached for his hand, squeezing it right there where John could see. "It brought back some bad memories for me." Dean said. "Only with Sam in the place I had been. I couldn't look at him, I was sure he hated me. I hated me."

Dean hung his head and Sam let go of his hand to rub his back. "I didn't hate him, but I was confused, I was angry. When I got the letter from Stanford, I saw it as a way to start over. I just wanted to figure out what had happened and why, and what it meant." Sam shook his head, feeling out his father's shifting emotional status. "And that's when I found Jessica. I was pretty messed up, and she took me in and helped me out. Then she introduced me to someone who helped me a whole lot more."

"And when I showed up here, I was in an even worse place than Sam had been." Dean said softly. "I was still pretty sure he hated me and that I was the reason he ran away. I hated myself for touching something I shouldn't and dragging Sam into it with me. I was fighting the memory of what happened to me all those years ago." He shook his head. "It's a wonder I didn't lose my shit and completely fall off the deep end."

John held up his hands. "Wait. What memory, Dean?

Dean sat back in the booth, his face tight. Despite everything he still didn't like to talk about it and Sam couldn't blame him. Sam covered Dean's hand and looked up at John. "It was when we were in Minnesota. Dean was fourteen and he wanted to play football, remember?"

John nodded. "I remember telling him no."

"And then you went on a hunt and Dean faked your signature on a permission slip and joined the team anyway. The coach, however wasn't exactly a good guy, and he raped Dean." Sam said it low, so his voice didn't travel, and he watched as the words hit their father nearly as solidly as a blow to the stomach. "He didn't tell anybody. I was in the next room when it happened and I didn't even know."

John's eyes narrowed as he looked at Dean, trying to tell if this was the truth. "Is that true?"

Dean nodded slowly. "And it all got wrapped around in my head. What he did to me, what I did to Sam. I was a mess, Dad."

"And…somehow this…place…made it better?" The speculation and cynicism in his voice was palpable.

"Well no. But Sam forgiving me helped. And Daniel helped."

Sam could see by the look on his father's face that he wasn't buying that. The emotions underneath were far more complicated, rage, hurt, a quiet despair starting to bubble up that his son would go through something like that and never tell him. "Daniel?"

Dean smiled then and nodded. "Daniel. He's a pretty cool guy. I know what you're thinking Dad. I thought it too when I first got here. What is this new age, touchy-feely dude going to do to help me, right? I didn't want someone fucking around in my head. But Daniel isn't like that."

"No? What exactly is Daniel like?" John asked, his eyes narrowing.

Dean looked to Sam for a place to start. "He's a good friend, a good listener. He understands, and he gives you a place to start over, to think about the things that have happened and why." Dean offered.

Sam nodded. "It's really just that simple."

"Sounds like a bunch of shit to me." John replied. "I'd like to meet this guy and see for myself."

"Sure." Sam said. "Just not today. He's in classes and meetings all afternoon. I can talk to him though, maybe tomorrow?"

"I'm not going anywhere."

That Sam believed. His father was not going to be easy to convince. But he also knew that all they needed to do was get John Winchester in the same room with Daniel, possibly push him just a little, and Daniel would find the way in.