Bittersweet Reunion

Title: Bittersweet Reunion
Author: Darkestangel
Summary: Dean and John’s reunion is bittersweet
Author’s Website: www.darknessprevails.com
Comments: darkestangel@darknessprevails.com
Archive: Yes, to Supernatural archive, yes to others with permission
Warnings: WINCEST, coerced sex, mention of underage sex, dark themes, a manipulating John
Pairing: Dean/John
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: set between Dead Man’s Blood and Salvation
Disclaimer: Supernatural belongs to Warner Bros., Wonderland Sound and Vision, McG, Eric Kripke, and Robert Singer. I am only borrowing their characters for my own personal pleasure and no permanent harm will come to them.
Author’s Notes:
1. I tend to write dark stories and this one is no exception. This one made me cringe the entire time I wrote it, so you are warned…
2. This is a missing scene, between Dead Man’s Blood and Salvation. Dead Man’s Blood takes place in Manning, Colorado and Salvation begins in the same location. This story fills in the gap between what happened after John shot Luther and the next morning when John explains how he has been tracking the demon to both Dean and Sam.
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The Winchesters approached the cabin door filled with apprehension and exhaustion. They knew that it was only a matter of time before the surviving members of Luther’s family hunted them down to seek revenge. John Winchester had been forced to use the special Colt gun handcrafted by Samuel Colt to save his son’s lives, and John regretted using one of the few remaining bullets on the vampire; rather than saving them for the demon that killed his wife, Mary and Sam’s girlfriend, Jessica. He knew that all three of them would most likely had been killed by the nest of vampires if he had not shot Luther in the head, but he was mad as hell with both of his boys for their failure; especially Dean who put his weapon down to save Sam. Didn’t Dean realize that putting his weapon down was a death sentence for all of them?

As John unlocked the cabin door and opened it up, he turned to look at his sons, “Sam, I need for you to go and get us something to eat.”

Sam looked at his watch and looked surprised, “It’s nearly midnight Dad. You sure you want to eat this late?”

John stared intently at his youngest son, “I need for you to go and get us something to eat.”

Sam looked at his father and than to Dean who was staring at the ground and pouting. “Okay…what do you want me to get you?”

John gently pushed Dean inside the cabin and turned back to Sam, “I don’t care as long as you give me some time to talk to your brother.”

Sam felt the familiar jealousy clenching in his gut. “What about, the demon?”

John was quickly losing patience with his stubborn son, “No, it’s about tonight and the decision he forced me to make.”

“Oh you mean the one where you had to waste a bullet to save my sorry ass,” Sam asked through clenched teeth.

“No, the one where I had to save all of our asses,” John explained. “Now, go do as I say and don’t hurry back.”

Sam peeked around his father’s shoulders and spotted Dean in the cabin. His brother had his arms wrapped around his body and was facing away from the door trying to avoid both his father’s and his brother’s glare. “This wasn’t his fault, it was mine.”

John took in a deep breath trying to control the irritation he felt boiling to the surface, “Leave now, that’s an order.”

“Of course it is, it always is with you,” Sam mumbled as he turned to leave.

John watched his youngest reluctantly following orders and smiled softly. Sam was always challenging and being away for four years had not changed that in the least, but it wasn’t Sam that he had to correct tonight; it was his eldest who had ignored a direct order and nothing gave him greater pleasure than reminding Dean that his orders were not optional.

John closed the door and slid off his brown jacket placing it on the chair in the corner. “Come here Dean.”

Dean closed his eyes briefly and let his arms collapse against his sides. He had been dreading this moment since the night before when his father appeared outside the post office in Manning, Colorado, while he and Sam were checking on Elkins’ mail. He had only seen his father once in the last year, so he knew that his dad would want to show him his own special brand of love as soon as possible, and his refusal to follow a direct order was the perfect excuse his father needed to justify the unnatural impulses he felt when he was around his eldest son.

“Come here Son,” John requested again.

Dean turned around to face his father, “I’m sorry that I screwed things up tonight. I could have gotten us all killed.”

“It was really Sam’s fault for getting his ass caught in the first place, but you never should have relinquished your weapon. That vampire could have killed your brother in a split second with a twist of his neck and that vampire bitch would have been snacking on you for days.”

Dean nodded in understanding, “I know…I guess I just thought that I could save Sammy somehow if I did as Luther requested.”

“It was stupid Dean and we’re all lucky to be alive,” John coldly remarked stepping closer to his son. He was close enough to see the freckles on Dean’s upper cheeks and nose, and he felt a sharp twinge of undeniable arousal, “You made me use a bullet…

“That’s what this is about,” Dean asked. “You more concerned with that gun than your own family?”

“Of course I am Dean. No one’s safe as long as that demon that killed your mother walks this earth, and I can’t let anything get in the way of my mission; not even my boys.” He placed his hands on Dean’s shoulders and looked intently into Dean’s moss-colored eyes, “I saved you tonight, but I won’t use the gun again unless it’s on the demon.”

Dean shrugged off his father’s hands and stepped backwards further into the room taking his leather jacket off and tossing it onto the dresser, “Even if it means saving Sam?”

“I won’t use the gun again for anything other than the demon,” John reiterated stepping closer towards his son.

Dean wasn’t surprised at his father’s admission, but he still felt disgust, “You’re a selfish bastard.”

John tensed and his fists clenched involuntarily, “I don’t know where this new attitude of yours is coming from but I suggest you watch your mouth around me boy. Maybe I need to make Sam go back to college because he’s beginning to rub off on you, and I don’t like it one damn bit.”

One look into his father’s eyes and the threat of making Sam leave deflated all of Dean’s courage, and he backed down from the approaching conflict. “Yes sir,” he whispered.

John smiled tenderly and placed his hand on Dean’s cheek and caressed it gently, “That’s better.”

Dean’s stomach clenched in dread at what was to come, “Please don’t.”

John rubbed his thumb slowly over Dean’s delectable bottom lip, “Don’t what Dean?”

Dean heard his own breath hitch in alarm at his father’s intimate touch and he looked down at the floor avoiding his father’s eyes. “I don’t want to start doing this again.”

John’s cock reacted enthusiastically to Dean’s submissive behavior. The behavior that John had demanded from his first-born at an early age, but John never had to strike his son or threaten bodily harm to get Dean to submit; instead he emotionally manipulated Dean by ignoring him for days or by placing the blame on Dean for everything, even if it was Sammy at fault. Dean hated being ignored and the idea of not being needed or loved by his father or brother was a weakness that John learned to capitalize on after Mary’s death.

John placed his index finger underneath Dean’s chin and raised it up so that Dean was looking up into his eyes. “What do you not want to start again?”

Dean knew that losing his mother at such an early age had caused him to hold onto his father tighter than most sons, and he craved John’s approval and love, but he wasn’t willing to let his father use his body any longer. “I don’t want to be with you anymore. It’s not right.”

John continued to look down into his son’s eyes and fought back the urge to do what he knew was right and instead fell into the familiar pattern of manipulation to get Dean to submit. “Dean, I’ve missed you so much baby.” He bent down slowly hoping to kiss Dean’s doubt away, “Please don’t’ deny your father what he needs.” Dean shook uncontrollable as his father lightly kissed him on the lips and John slipped his hot tongue inside Dean’s mouth before Dean could protest. John wrapped one arm around Dean’s waist and the other wrapped around Dean’s neck crushing his son into the kiss ignoring Dean’s hands trying to push him away. John knew that he was going to Hell for the way he had abused Dean throughout the years, but as his tongue felt the velvety heat of Dean’s mouth, he decided that spending eternity being tortured by all the supernatural beings he had killed throughout the years would be well worth it.

Dean struggled to breathe against his father’s probing tongue and he pushed at his father’s chest with his hands until John finally relinquished his mouth. “I missed you too…but I don’t miss you touching me.”

John was used to Dean’s drama and his denying what his body wanted, so he continued to push the issue because sometimes he had to convince Dean that Daddy fucking him was normal. “Dean, we’ve been making love for years. Why are you suddenly so opposed to it, don’t you love me?”

Dean cursed himself for being so weak and for acting like a twelve-year old, “Of course I do, but why do you always have to touch me to show me that you love me? You don’t do this with Sam so why me?”

John smiled and began pushing Dean gently towards the bed, “Oh, I get it…You’ve been on the road with Sammy for a year, and you suddenly don’t want to be with me anymore.” Like a predator hunting his prey, John pulled Dean further into his emotional trap. “He’s fucking you isn’t he?”

Dean felt the bed on the back of his knees and sat down while his father loomed over him like a sleek panther getting ready to attack. “Of course he’s not.”

John leered down at his son in feigned disgust, “Liar, you always were a slut with the ladies I don’t why I’d expect you to keep your legs closed for the men while I was gone.”

Dean hated receiving his father’s scornful looks, “Dad, I promise that no other man has ever touched me like that.”

John caressed Dean’s hair tenderly with is hand, “Like what?”

Dean swallowed hard in shame, “Inside me…no one but you has been there.”

John adored the wetness he saw pooling in Dean’s eyes, “You promise?”

“Yes, sir,” Dean whispered.

John pulled on Dean’s hair slightly causing Dean’s neck to arch backwards, “Prove it Dean.” He released his son’s hair and instead reached for his own pants, unbuttoning and unzipping them in the process. “Prove to me that you love me.”

Dean had been doing this for his father since his sixteenth birthday, when he’s father had gotten drunk while reminiscing about Mary, but it still made him cringe in shame and self-loathing as his hands reached to pull his father’s prick out of his underwear. As he took his father’s hard shaft into his wet mouth, Dean closed his eyes and hoped that his father would make it quick. Sam had questioned Dean’s lack of enthusiasm for finding their father throughout the year; never understanding why Dean didn’t want to drop everything to find their elusive father. Sam couldn’t possibly understand why their reunion was bittersweet for Dean nor why Dean was always Daddy’s good little soldier boy. No one knew that Dean loved and despised his father at the same time and part of him was hoping that he would never see John Winchester again because some demon sent him to Hell where he belonged.

John watched full of pride as his eldest sucked down his cock into his perfect mouth and grunted in pleasure as Dean swallowed his entire shaft choking himself on his father’s dick. “You’re such a good boy Dean….You make me very proud.”

Dean felt John’s pubic hair tickling his nose and he took in the musty smell of John’s crotch. Secretly, he liked watching his father come undone from the pleasure that he got from Dean’s body and ripping an orgasm out of his dad’s dick with his mouth was no exception. Getting praise from his father because of a good blow job or a good fuck made Dean’s humiliation and shame almost worth it; even when John grabbed the sides of Dean’s head and forced his son down even farther on his steel-hard shaft causing Dean to gag as his father fucked his face enthusiastically.

“God, you are so fucking good at this Dean…,” he cried out as he filled his son’s mouth with his thick milky release. “Swallow it all Dean…prove to me you love me.” He released Dean’s head and slowed down his thrusting watching his beautiful son doing as he was ordered. “Good boy...take it all for Daddy.” He pulled out of Dean’s mouth and placed his cock to Dean’s lips, “Lick me clean.”

Dean reluctantly licked the sticky cum off of his father’s softening prick feeling like a whore being ordered around, but he was powerless to resist because he was the most fucked up individual he knew thanks to his family’s history and his fucking father’s mind games. He continued to lick his father until his father pushed his mouth away. Dean stood frozen as his father kicked off his own shoes and pulled his T-shirt over his head, “What are you doing?”

John pushed his pants and underwear off and kicked them to the side of the room, “That was just the ice-breaker.” He reached down to pull Dean’s black T-shirt off but his hands were pushed away, “This game is starting to get old Dean.”

“It’s been old to me for ten years,” Dean replied looking up at his father’s nakedness. “You should be ashamed of yourself for doing this to me for all these years.”

John sunk down to his knees placing his hands on Dean’s jean-clad thighs. John Winchester practically had a Doctorate Degree on lying to his oldest to get into his pants, so he easily slid into the role of the shamed father so that he could twist Dean’s mind into tighter knots. “You’re right,” John admitted allowing his shoulders to shake in shame. “I’m a horrible father who has done nothing but fuck up the lives of my two sons; especially you. I can’t believe that you would even want to see me again after what I’ve done to you.”

Dean stared at the wall trying to ignore his father’s tortured reply, “You did the best you could…”

“No I didn’t,” John interrupted. “After Mary…,” the staged tears began to fall down John’s face, “After your mother died…I just became so focused on revenge that I ruined both you and Sammy’s lives. I never should have made you two into hunters.”

Dean looked down at his father who was still on his knees, “We had to be prepared incase it came back.”

John looked into Dean’s eyes continuing to cry as his son began to take pity on him. “What I’ve done to you is unforgivable. I was just so lonely without your mother and you’re so beautiful like she was…” John put his hand to his eyes and rubbed at the tears, “I resisted for as long as I could, but I was weak and allowed myself to do shameful things to you…I just love you so much.”

Dean watched as his father wallowed in his shame and he felt a twinge of compassion for the man who had raised him and provided for him for all those years. “Dad, please stop crying. I know you’re sorry and I love you too, but I can’t keep doing this with you.”

“I can’t lose you too Dean,” John replied gripping his son’s thighs hard. “You leave me and I will blow my brains out.”

Dean winced at his father’s tight grip, “I’m not leaving you.”

“Yes you are, you want to be with Sammy now, not me,” John argued. “I can’t believe you would choose him over me after he left you for four years.”

Dean was reeling from the accusations, “You left me too.”

“Only to protect you Dean,” John explained standing back up and towering over his son. “You know I would do anything for you Dean because I love you more than anything in this world, and I’m sorry if that disgust you!”

Dean felt himself falling into the familiar trap of his father’s snare, “Dad, please stop this!”

“Stop what,” John asked turning away from Dean to hide his secret smirk.

“Stop beating yourself up over this; I should have stopped you all those years ago and this never would have started.”

“Got you,” John softly whispered to himself before turning back around to face Dean. “Don’t blame yourself for my sick impulses. I was the adult and I should have known better than to touch my sixteen-year old son.”

“Sometimes you can’t help who you love,” Dean remarked starting to pull his T-shirt over his head.

“No,” John ordered. “We’re not going to do this anymore, remember?”

Dean felt ashamed of himself for denying his father anything; especially after such as tender confession. “You can still touch me if you want to.”

John secretly congratulated himself on such a well played game, “Are you sure you want me to?”

Dean felt compelled to be with his father even if the idea still made him uncomfortable, “I’m sorry for making this so difficult for you. I won’t deny you again.”

John watched as Dean finished pulling the T-shirt over his head, tossed it into the floor, and laid back onto the bed. John stared at his eldest and smiled, “I’m going to love you so good baby.” John’s dick instantly hardened again as he approached the bed to get closer to his son. Once again, he dropped to his knees, “I’ve missed your beautiful body so much.”

Dean sucked on his bottom lip and closed his eyes when he felt his father’s hot breath on his naked stomach, his father’s tongue licking at his soft skin, and his father’s fingers working open his jeans and reaching in to caress his hardening cock while he tenderly pulled off Dean’s boots. He couldn’t help the trembles of pleasure his father’s hands were giving him, and he was embarrassed at the girly whimper that came out of his mouth when John suddenly yanked his jeans and boxers off and threw them across the room. Dean wondered where the tenderness had suddenly went as his thighs were pried apart with John’s shoulders and his father shoved his face in between his son’s thighs. Dean felt his father spreading his ass cheeks apart roughly with his large hands and Dean moaned when he felt his father spitting on his puckered hole. “I thought this would go a little slower,” Dean shrieked as his father forced two fingers inside his tight channel.

“Can’t tonight baby. Sam could come back any minute, and you spent thirty minutes denying me, remember,” John asked as he quickly prepped Dean with only his spit. He should have felt guilty about causing Dean so much pain after a year apart, but the little shit had given him lip and disobeyed a direct order, so he wasn’t too concerned about the lack of lubrication.

Dean knew this was his punishment and he accepted it without complaint; even as his father pushed him further onto the bed, spreading his legs far apart, and plunging into his body in one solid thrust. Dean’s back arched off the bed as he was impaled by his father’s prick. He clenched his eyes shut and tasted his own blood when he bit into his lip trying to keep the scream of agony from coming out of his mouth.

John looked down at Dean’s face and smiled at the obvious pain he saw, “I’m sorry this is hurting but maybe next time you won’t spend so much time bitching and complaining when I want to make love to you.”

Dean felt the hot tears streaming down his face as his father fucked him raw and hard, “I won’t I promise,” he groaned as John had mercy on him and hit his inner bundle of nerves.

John angled his hips knowing that he had to give Dean some pleasure if he hoped to continue to manipulate Dean into submission. “There it is umm…you like that don’t you baby, like it when I hit that spot.”

Dean felt the tears running down his neck and pooling at the back of his head, but he couldn’t deny that the painful penetration had slowly turned to pleasure. “That’s good…yes, right there.”

John reached for Dean’s hard cock and stoked it expertly in time with his own thrusts. He hated to end the reunion so early, but Sam seriously could walk in on them at any moment, and somehow he didn’t think Sammy would like to see his own father making his older brother his bitch. “I’m going to make it better next time I promise,” he moaned into Dean’s mouth as he stole a kiss. He shoved his tongue into his son’s mouth tasting blood and came hard inside Dean’s body. John’s hips jerked as he felt his hot spunk coating Dean’s insides and he snickered as Dean shot his cum into his hand coating his flat belly with the sticky mess. John couldn’t help the cruel laugh that followed, “You know you like it Dean. I don’t why the hell you deny it.”

Dean relaxed his legs around his father’s body and closed his eyes in exhaustion, “You’re such a bastard.”

John got off the bed, pulled Dean to his feet, and kissed him softly, “Yeah I am, but you know you love me.” He playfully slapped his son’s naked ass, “Go take a shower before your brother gets back.”

Dean was grateful to be released from his father’s embrace and headed towards the bathroom, “Love you? Yeah I do…but I hate you just as much, and you better hope that love wins out if your sorry ass gets in trouble and I have to be the one to save you.”

John laughed softly, “Love always wins out with you Dean. It’s your greatest weakness and one day it’s going to cost you your life.”

Dean looked intently at his father and sneered, “Well, I sure as hell hope I don’t lose my life trying to save you.”

John watched as Dean closed the bathroom door and frowned. He looked at the mess on the floor and started picking up Dean’s clothes. He inhaled the smell of Dean’s shirt and felt real tears pricking his eyes because Dean’s words had hurt him. He really did love Dean, but somehow his love has morphed into something ugly and painful, and he felt real regret for the way he had treated his son since Mary’s death. He reaped praise and appropriate love on Sam every chance he got; yet he made his first-born earn his praise and love with his body, and he had inadvertently made Dean his reluctant whore who begged for praise and love like a neglected puppy. As he got dressed, straightened the bed, and wiped the tears from his eyes, John looked at the bathroom door knowing that Dean was in the shower wishing that he had never came back into his life, “Don’t worry son, I won’t let you die for me, I’m not worth it.”

John heard the door being unlocked and stood in fighting stance until he saw Sam’s long hair peeking through the door, “I found a McDonald’s down the road.”

“Took you long enough,” John replied grabbing the bag from Sam’s hand. He found three double cheeseburgers and some fries, “This all you got?”

Sam took off his jacket and threw it on top of his father’s on the chair, “Yeah, Dean won’t eat this late anyway, and I’m not really that hungry, so you can have it all if you want it.”

John threw himself on the bed snatching a burger from the bag, “I’m starving.”

Sam heard the shower running and watched his father intently, “Are you and Dean alright?”

“Never better,” John smiled.

“Good, I’m glad we’re all together again,” Sam commented as he reached for the McDonald’s sack.

John snatched the sack away, “I thought you said you weren’t hungry.”

Sam laughed, “I said that I’m not that hungry, but I could use a burger.”

John reached inside the bag and threw a burger Sam’s way, “Sorry Sammy, but hunting really makes me hungry; you know all that tension and aggression takes its toll on my appetite.”

Sammy took the wrapper from the burger, “Funny, you love to eat after a good hunt and Dean won’t eat after a hunt.”

John grinned, “Yeah, Mary was the same; she never could eat after being all upset or angry with me.”

Sam chewed his burger and swallowed, “Dean’s upset with you?”

John grabbed an order of fries from the sack and handed them to Sam, “Yeah…but he always gets over it. You’re brother has an amazing capacity for forgiveness and understanding.”

“He does, but sometimes I worry that he thinks that his feelings aren’t important, and he blames himself for everything,” Sam commented before taking a fry into his mouth.

“Dean’s always been that way placing other people’s needs and wants ahead of his own desires,” John replied. “Your mother was like that too.”

“I wish I had a chance to get to know her,” Sam frowned.

“I wish both of you had a mother still, but this is our life, and we have to make the most out of it,” John shrugged unwrapping the other burger.

“Yeah, I like to think that mom is proud of all of us,” Sam replied just as Dean stepped out of the bathroom with only a towel wrapped around his waist.

John looked at Dean, who was soaking wet, filled with inappropriate impulses again, “I’m sure she’s very proud of you two boys.”

“And you,” Sam added.

John felt his temperature rising again and he wanted nothing more than to bend Dean over onto the dresser and mount him like a fucking horny dog. “Of course she is,” he lied staring at his biggest weakness. He knew that he would never have a chance to meet Mary in the afterlife because he would be in Hell experiencing the pain and anguish he had caused Dean over and over again, and he knew that the demon that had killed Mary would be the one fucking him over down in Hell, and somehow that seemed to be justified punishment for ruining his first-born’s life.

“You two get packed and ready to go in the morning,” John ordered trying to draw his attention away from Dean. “I’m going to go pack my stuff and I’ll see you in a few minutes, and when I return we are going to talk about this not following order business.”

“You got it Dad,” Sam replied, but Dean just walked into the bathroom carrying clean clothes ignoring his father’s command. Sam looked at his dad in confusion, “Are you sure you two are okay?”

John shrugged, “Like I said, he’ll get over it, he always does.” He turned to leave and smiled softly at his youngest, “I’ll see you in a few.”

Sam watched as John turned to leave, “Hey Dad,” John turned his head to look at Sam, “I’m glad you’re here with us.”

John thought of Dean and his desire to claim him again, “Me too Sammy, me too…”


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