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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
"You heard me." John said into the phone as he dropped his duffle bag on the motel bed. "Temple of Liberation. San Francisco."
"Are you telling me that's where you found the boys?" Bobby asked.
John pulled a hand through his hair. "Yeah, that's what I'm telling you. I don't know what the fuck--You should have seen them Bobby. They were acting like this is fucking normal." Not that he was telling Bobby what this was.
"Calm down. At least now you know where they are, and they're together."
"For all the good that's going to do us." John said. He shook his head and pulled the bottle of whiskey out of his bag. "I'm meeting this…Daniel person who runs the place day after tomorrow. I need information."
"I'll do some digging, see what I can come up with." Bobby said.
"Call me as soon as you have something."
"I will. You watch your back."
"Always do." John ended the call and dropped the phone onto the bed.
The day had gone from bad to worse pretty damn fast. He was beginning to suspect that there was a lot more sex magic going on here than just that damn idol Dean had picked up three years before.
And that alone was bad enough. A lot of times, old, old magic like that didn't have a cure, and if it was what the boys had told him it was, they were pretty damn fucked. He snorted without humor as he poured himself a healthy shot of the whiskey and sat on the bed.
He hadn't let himself actually think about that…or the other things Sam had told him. He drank half the whiskey in his glass and exhaled. They hadn't gone into details, but it was clear that they had had sex. With each other. His boys.
He downed the rest of the whiskey and reached for the bottle, filling the glass a second time.
He'd always known Dean's compulsive need to handle things was going to get him into trouble. This wasn't what he'd imagined, but then what father would ever imagine this.
He tossed back the second shot and swallowed the burn, closing his eyes. He could see it on them now, the strain between them before Sam left, the way they avoided looking at each other, touching one another. But that led him to the way the boys had been in that diner.
The casual touches. Soft smiles and private looks.
It made his stomach tighten, his imagination filling in the details the boys had skimped on, the knowledge that what had made them both "better" was giving in to whatever perversity the idol's magic had forced on them. They were sleeping together…and not just as a way to deal with the curse.
They had accepted it.
His stomach heaved, and John dashed for the bathroom, vomiting violently, the stench of Jack and stomach acid only making the sick feeling worse.
"You aren't going to like it." Bobby said as way of hello when John answered his phone.
"I already don't like it." John responded.
"Temple of Liberation, opened its doors five years ago. As near as I can tell the property is owned by one Daniel Porter, though I can't find anything else about the man. No birth certificate, no driver's license, nothing."
"That doesn't surprise me." John replied, looking over his own notes from watching the building all morning.
"There have been a few complaints, none of which got very far. A handful of claims of being held prisoner, two rape charges that were dropped the same day they were filed. I did find one former member though who has gone on record claiming that the temple is a sex cult, but apparently he got labeled a whacko and no one believed him."
"Whacko?" John asked, looking up as Sam emerged from the temple and came down the steps.
"Yeah, apparently he claimed that this Daniel character bestowed powers on his disciples through sex orgies and blood ritual."
John frowned as Sam greeted Jessica with a nearly obscene kiss at the base of the steps. "What kind of powers?"
"The ability to read minds, feelings, that kind of thing. Apparently the higher up in the organization you get, the more power you get."
John nodded, his mind flashing back to the stones both Jessica and Sam wore. Dean had a similar one on his wrist, though it was a different color. "If he's using sex and blood magic, it's going to be fucking hard to break." Hard enough that they might not have a chance…especially if they had to break both of them.
"You're telling me." Bobby said. "So we thinking demon?"
John shrugged, watching Sam and Jessica head away from the temple. "Maybe…or just some damn moron fucking with black magic maybe."
"How deep are they, John?" Bobby asked, concern in his voice.
"How soon can you get here?" John asked instead of answering.
Bobby huffed. "I'm hauling ass, but it's going to be at least midnight."
"Call Joshua, get him up here. Caleb if he's around. I'm going to grab them tonight."
"Wait for me to get there." Bobby said.
"If I can. Get here." John closed his phone and set off after Sam, keeping him just in sight. He was going to need to get something more of a plan together, but he wanted to understand more before he did.
To John's surprise, Sam and Jessica were headed to a soup kitchen run a few blocks away from the temple. He watched through the window as they worked the serving line, handing out bowls of hot soup and fresh fruit. After about a half hour, John turned away, startled to find Dean watching him.
"I remember when I couldn't sneak up on you in bare feet." Dean said with a smile.
"I do too." John side, rubbing a hand over his face. "I was out wandering the city, spotted your brother."
Dean chuckled and slapped a hand on his shoulder. "You've been sitting outside the temple all morning watching, and followed Sam and Jess when they left."
"Okay, yeah. So I was." John shouldn't have been surprised that Dean busted him. "I'm worried about you boys."
Dean nodded. "I know. I could see it in your face last night when you left us." He shrugged a little. "Do you believe that we're happy?"
John licked his lips, not sure how to answer. Part of him yelled that he should take the opportunity, grab Dean now, get him safely away from the fucking cult and lock him up. "I can see that you are, Dean. I'm just worried about why."
Dean's smile was a little sad. "I guess you figured out that Sam and I…"
John held up his hand. "Don't say it."
"You're upset. I get that."
"Do you?" John asked, shaking his head. "You boys need help. You should have come to me in the first place so we could deal with the idol."
"Maybe, but it wouldn't have made a difference. What's done is done. Sam and I have found a way to be okay with it."
"No, Dean. No. It isn't okay." John said, despite not wanting to get dragged into the argument.
"I've learned a lot from Daniel about accepting things we can't change. We define what is normal for our lives, Dad. And we re-define it as things change."
"Having sex with your brother isn't normal, Dean. I don't care who's defining the word."
Dean's face was pinched as he looked away.
John kicked himself mentally. He was supposed to be winning him over, not sending him running away. "Look, I'm sorry. Okay? I wasn't going to…I don't want to fight."
"I don't want to fight either." Dean said after a few moments of silence. He gestured at the window. "The temple runs the kitchen. We all take shifts cooking and serving the homeless. We get a lot of runaways and street kids in here."
"It seems you get a big crowd." John observed, looking back through the window.
"Times are hard." Dean countered. "I'm actually late for my shift, I was supposed to leave with Sam, but I got held up."
He wanted to ask, but bit his tongue. "I should let you get going then."
"I'm on until five, but if you want to grab a steak and a beer when I'm done, there's this great place not far from here."
"I'd like that a lot." John said, an idea starting to form. He would need to pick up a few things before then.
"Me too. Meet me here then?"
"I will."
John watched him go, then checked his watch. He had just over four hours to pull things together. One way or another, he was getting his boys out of there tonight.
Dean was waiting for him when John pulled up in his truck. John leaned over the seat and opened the passenger door, grinning at Dean as he pushed off the wall. "We could walk there." Dean said, climbing into the cab.
"Yeah, but I have a drive to my hotel after, so I figured…"
"I just hope there's parking close enough to make it worth it." Dean pointed as he put his seat belt on. "Down here, take the left, then the next left and a right onto the main road."
John nodded and pulled them away from the curb, taking the turns. As soon as he'd made the right, Dean pointed to the restaurant. John nodded and started looking for a spot, but as he did, a car at a meter only a few feet from the door put on it's signal and started to pull out.
"Well, that doesn't happen everyday in San Francisco." Dean grinned. "Must be your lucky day, Dad."
"I hope so." John muttered as he pulled in and parked.
He had everything set. All he needed was the right window of opportunity. Dean led the way into the bar, greeting the hostess by name and kissing her cheek, winking at John.
"I have a table all set for you. If you'll follow me."
"Perks of knowing people." Dean said with a grin.
She set them at a secluded booth with high back benches that gave them a semblance of privacy. "They have the best steak here." Dean said. "Me and Sam come in here at least once a week. Beer's good and cold too."
As if on cue, a waiter set two frosted mugs of beer down on the table, grinning at Dean. "Well, this isn't Sam you've brought in."
Dean grinned. "Ethan, my father, John Winchester. Dad, this is Ethan. He's a grad student working on a degree in…something or other."
Ethan held out his hand and shook John's. "Micro-biology, actually." He looked back at Dean. "So, you want the usual?"
"Yeah, make it two. Trust me Dad, you'll love it."
"I'm sure I will." He didn't miss the eye contact between them, or the way Dean fidgeted.
"How's the pie?" Dean asked just as Ethan would have walked away.
He grinned. "Katie put up an apple just for you, want to come have a peek?"
"You mind?" Dean asked, glancing at him.
"No, I'm a big boy, Dean." John said. "Go on." He lifted his beer and sipped at it, watching Dean throw his arm around Ethan's shoulder as they headed toward the kitchen. He looked around him carefully and pulled the vial from his pocket. He dumped the contents in Dean's beer, pocketed the vial and lifted his own glass, drinking it more than half way gone.
Dean was gone a lot longer than it took to look at pie, and when he came back he was flushed, his lips puffy. "Thirsty much?" Dean asked as he slid into the booth, grabbing his own beer.
"I guess you'll just have to catch up." John responded with a grin, watching Dean rise to the challenge. He sucked down half the beer before Ethan returned with a basket of bread and a plate of French fries smothered in cheese.
"On the house." Ethan winked as he walked away and Dean reached for the fries, making huffing noises when they were too hot in his mouth.
Some things never did change.
"Bobby sends a slap upside the head." John picked at the fries, watching Dean closely. He had time, the drug he'd been able to get his hands on worked slowly, but once it hit his system, John needed to move fast to get them to the truck and away to where Joshua was waiting.
Dean chuckled. "How is Bobby?"
"Old." John responded, laughing himself. "He's got a hunt for me, in Milwaukee of all places."
Dean seemed to relax a little. "Yeah? That mean you're going to hit the road?"
"Haven't decided yet. It's a werewolf, so I got time before the next cycle."
Dean nodded and sipped at his beer. "Wouldn't want you running off just when you got here. Least not before we got a chance to make sure you know we're both okay."
John nodded. "Exactly my plan."
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
"You heard me." John said into the phone as he dropped his duffle bag on the motel bed. "Temple of Liberation. San Francisco."
"Are you telling me that's where you found the boys?" Bobby asked.
John pulled a hand through his hair. "Yeah, that's what I'm telling you. I don't know what the fuck--You should have seen them Bobby. They were acting like this is fucking normal." Not that he was telling Bobby what this was.
"Calm down. At least now you know where they are, and they're together."
"For all the good that's going to do us." John said. He shook his head and pulled the bottle of whiskey out of his bag. "I'm meeting this…Daniel person who runs the place day after tomorrow. I need information."
"I'll do some digging, see what I can come up with." Bobby said.
"Call me as soon as you have something."
"I will. You watch your back."
"Always do." John ended the call and dropped the phone onto the bed.
The day had gone from bad to worse pretty damn fast. He was beginning to suspect that there was a lot more sex magic going on here than just that damn idol Dean had picked up three years before.
And that alone was bad enough. A lot of times, old, old magic like that didn't have a cure, and if it was what the boys had told him it was, they were pretty damn fucked. He snorted without humor as he poured himself a healthy shot of the whiskey and sat on the bed.
He hadn't let himself actually think about that…or the other things Sam had told him. He drank half the whiskey in his glass and exhaled. They hadn't gone into details, but it was clear that they had had sex. With each other. His boys.
He downed the rest of the whiskey and reached for the bottle, filling the glass a second time.
He'd always known Dean's compulsive need to handle things was going to get him into trouble. This wasn't what he'd imagined, but then what father would ever imagine this.
He tossed back the second shot and swallowed the burn, closing his eyes. He could see it on them now, the strain between them before Sam left, the way they avoided looking at each other, touching one another. But that led him to the way the boys had been in that diner.
The casual touches. Soft smiles and private looks.
It made his stomach tighten, his imagination filling in the details the boys had skimped on, the knowledge that what had made them both "better" was giving in to whatever perversity the idol's magic had forced on them. They were sleeping together…and not just as a way to deal with the curse.
They had accepted it.
His stomach heaved, and John dashed for the bathroom, vomiting violently, the stench of Jack and stomach acid only making the sick feeling worse.
"You aren't going to like it." Bobby said as way of hello when John answered his phone.
"I already don't like it." John responded.
"Temple of Liberation, opened its doors five years ago. As near as I can tell the property is owned by one Daniel Porter, though I can't find anything else about the man. No birth certificate, no driver's license, nothing."
"That doesn't surprise me." John replied, looking over his own notes from watching the building all morning.
"There have been a few complaints, none of which got very far. A handful of claims of being held prisoner, two rape charges that were dropped the same day they were filed. I did find one former member though who has gone on record claiming that the temple is a sex cult, but apparently he got labeled a whacko and no one believed him."
"Whacko?" John asked, looking up as Sam emerged from the temple and came down the steps.
"Yeah, apparently he claimed that this Daniel character bestowed powers on his disciples through sex orgies and blood ritual."
John frowned as Sam greeted Jessica with a nearly obscene kiss at the base of the steps. "What kind of powers?"
"The ability to read minds, feelings, that kind of thing. Apparently the higher up in the organization you get, the more power you get."
John nodded, his mind flashing back to the stones both Jessica and Sam wore. Dean had a similar one on his wrist, though it was a different color. "If he's using sex and blood magic, it's going to be fucking hard to break." Hard enough that they might not have a chance…especially if they had to break both of them.
"You're telling me." Bobby said. "So we thinking demon?"
John shrugged, watching Sam and Jessica head away from the temple. "Maybe…or just some damn moron fucking with black magic maybe."
"How deep are they, John?" Bobby asked, concern in his voice.
"How soon can you get here?" John asked instead of answering.
Bobby huffed. "I'm hauling ass, but it's going to be at least midnight."
"Call Joshua, get him up here. Caleb if he's around. I'm going to grab them tonight."
"Wait for me to get there." Bobby said.
"If I can. Get here." John closed his phone and set off after Sam, keeping him just in sight. He was going to need to get something more of a plan together, but he wanted to understand more before he did.
To John's surprise, Sam and Jessica were headed to a soup kitchen run a few blocks away from the temple. He watched through the window as they worked the serving line, handing out bowls of hot soup and fresh fruit. After about a half hour, John turned away, startled to find Dean watching him.
"I remember when I couldn't sneak up on you in bare feet." Dean said with a smile.
"I do too." John side, rubbing a hand over his face. "I was out wandering the city, spotted your brother."
Dean chuckled and slapped a hand on his shoulder. "You've been sitting outside the temple all morning watching, and followed Sam and Jess when they left."
"Okay, yeah. So I was." John shouldn't have been surprised that Dean busted him. "I'm worried about you boys."
Dean nodded. "I know. I could see it in your face last night when you left us." He shrugged a little. "Do you believe that we're happy?"
John licked his lips, not sure how to answer. Part of him yelled that he should take the opportunity, grab Dean now, get him safely away from the fucking cult and lock him up. "I can see that you are, Dean. I'm just worried about why."
Dean's smile was a little sad. "I guess you figured out that Sam and I…"
John held up his hand. "Don't say it."
"You're upset. I get that."
"Do you?" John asked, shaking his head. "You boys need help. You should have come to me in the first place so we could deal with the idol."
"Maybe, but it wouldn't have made a difference. What's done is done. Sam and I have found a way to be okay with it."
"No, Dean. No. It isn't okay." John said, despite not wanting to get dragged into the argument.
"I've learned a lot from Daniel about accepting things we can't change. We define what is normal for our lives, Dad. And we re-define it as things change."
"Having sex with your brother isn't normal, Dean. I don't care who's defining the word."
Dean's face was pinched as he looked away.
John kicked himself mentally. He was supposed to be winning him over, not sending him running away. "Look, I'm sorry. Okay? I wasn't going to…I don't want to fight."
"I don't want to fight either." Dean said after a few moments of silence. He gestured at the window. "The temple runs the kitchen. We all take shifts cooking and serving the homeless. We get a lot of runaways and street kids in here."
"It seems you get a big crowd." John observed, looking back through the window.
"Times are hard." Dean countered. "I'm actually late for my shift, I was supposed to leave with Sam, but I got held up."
He wanted to ask, but bit his tongue. "I should let you get going then."
"I'm on until five, but if you want to grab a steak and a beer when I'm done, there's this great place not far from here."
"I'd like that a lot." John said, an idea starting to form. He would need to pick up a few things before then.
"Me too. Meet me here then?"
"I will."
John watched him go, then checked his watch. He had just over four hours to pull things together. One way or another, he was getting his boys out of there tonight.
Dean was waiting for him when John pulled up in his truck. John leaned over the seat and opened the passenger door, grinning at Dean as he pushed off the wall. "We could walk there." Dean said, climbing into the cab.
"Yeah, but I have a drive to my hotel after, so I figured…"
"I just hope there's parking close enough to make it worth it." Dean pointed as he put his seat belt on. "Down here, take the left, then the next left and a right onto the main road."
John nodded and pulled them away from the curb, taking the turns. As soon as he'd made the right, Dean pointed to the restaurant. John nodded and started looking for a spot, but as he did, a car at a meter only a few feet from the door put on it's signal and started to pull out.
"Well, that doesn't happen everyday in San Francisco." Dean grinned. "Must be your lucky day, Dad."
"I hope so." John muttered as he pulled in and parked.
He had everything set. All he needed was the right window of opportunity. Dean led the way into the bar, greeting the hostess by name and kissing her cheek, winking at John.
"I have a table all set for you. If you'll follow me."
"Perks of knowing people." Dean said with a grin.
She set them at a secluded booth with high back benches that gave them a semblance of privacy. "They have the best steak here." Dean said. "Me and Sam come in here at least once a week. Beer's good and cold too."
As if on cue, a waiter set two frosted mugs of beer down on the table, grinning at Dean. "Well, this isn't Sam you've brought in."
Dean grinned. "Ethan, my father, John Winchester. Dad, this is Ethan. He's a grad student working on a degree in…something or other."
Ethan held out his hand and shook John's. "Micro-biology, actually." He looked back at Dean. "So, you want the usual?"
"Yeah, make it two. Trust me Dad, you'll love it."
"I'm sure I will." He didn't miss the eye contact between them, or the way Dean fidgeted.
"How's the pie?" Dean asked just as Ethan would have walked away.
He grinned. "Katie put up an apple just for you, want to come have a peek?"
"You mind?" Dean asked, glancing at him.
"No, I'm a big boy, Dean." John said. "Go on." He lifted his beer and sipped at it, watching Dean throw his arm around Ethan's shoulder as they headed toward the kitchen. He looked around him carefully and pulled the vial from his pocket. He dumped the contents in Dean's beer, pocketed the vial and lifted his own glass, drinking it more than half way gone.
Dean was gone a lot longer than it took to look at pie, and when he came back he was flushed, his lips puffy. "Thirsty much?" Dean asked as he slid into the booth, grabbing his own beer.
"I guess you'll just have to catch up." John responded with a grin, watching Dean rise to the challenge. He sucked down half the beer before Ethan returned with a basket of bread and a plate of French fries smothered in cheese.
"On the house." Ethan winked as he walked away and Dean reached for the fries, making huffing noises when they were too hot in his mouth.
Some things never did change.
"Bobby sends a slap upside the head." John picked at the fries, watching Dean closely. He had time, the drug he'd been able to get his hands on worked slowly, but once it hit his system, John needed to move fast to get them to the truck and away to where Joshua was waiting.
Dean chuckled. "How is Bobby?"
"Old." John responded, laughing himself. "He's got a hunt for me, in Milwaukee of all places."
Dean seemed to relax a little. "Yeah? That mean you're going to hit the road?"
"Haven't decided yet. It's a werewolf, so I got time before the next cycle."
Dean nodded and sipped at his beer. "Wouldn't want you running off just when you got here. Least not before we got a chance to make sure you know we're both okay."
John nodded. "Exactly my plan."
