Getting Out His Kinks

Disclaimer: I do not own anything, the characters don't belong to me...but god I wish they did..the things I would have them do....


The moment Sam entered the dark hotel room, the hairs on the back of his neck stood up. Something was up and he really didn't think it was otherwordly this time. "Dean? Dean, are you here? Dude, answer me!" Sam noticed the salt by the door and windows, so his brother had been here. Did he go out when Sam went to get food? That's not like him, especially when he's been complaining that he's starving. Sam put the food down on the small table in the room and shrugged off his hoodie.
The moment the hoodie hit the chair Sam was tackled from behind and shoved to the floor. He cried out and struggled, kicking and punching to no avail. Sam calmed when he could smell his older brother and feel his familiar weight settle on his back.
Dean, smirked to himself as he leaned down over the squirming Sam and licked at his ear."Hey Sammy, wanna play?" The younger Winchester was a bit surprised by this, Dean hadn't wanted to 'play' for like two weeks now.

"Thought you were hungry Dean." He said smiling as he still tried to squirm out from under Dean's weight.

"I am, but I don't want food right now Sammy." Sam huffed and clawed at the nasty carpet to get leverage.

"It's Sam! Why won't you say it?" Dean chuckled and got off Sam and sat on the bed, yanking him up with him. Sam really wasn't fighting anymore, he wanted to play with Dean..even if he was being rough. However Sam started to struggle once more when his big brother pulled him over his lap with Sam's lovely ass up in the air.

"Because, you're my Sammy and I will call you that if I want to. Now behave or I will have to spank you." Sam was a bit concerned about the obvious glee in Dean's voice and wondered for a moment if his brother was drunk. Dean started to undo Sam's jeans and he started to freak out.

"oh fuck you Dean there's no way in hell you're going to do that. Fuck you!" Sam immediately started to fight him again and eventhough it was quite a struggle Dean finally brought his hand down on Sam's bare ass. It didn't overly hurt but the sound of the slap seemed to echo in the room and Sam's face went red and he couldn't seem to stop himself, he submitted to the humiliation. Not once in their lives together did Dean feel the need to spank Sam when he was being a brat and Dean was in charge, but now this way Sam wanted the punishment.

"You like it don't you Sammy? Want me to spank you until you're ass is all pink and hot to the touch?" Sam whimpered and squirmed on Dean's lap, he didn't want to say it. He just wanted Dean to do it. Dean smiled and ran his hand over Sam's smooth ass, every once in awhile dipping his finger between his brother's cheeks and getting a gasp from Sam everytime. "Come on Sammy, I won't do it if you don't tell me." Sam wanted to stop himself, a Winchester doesn't ask to be spanked but the words were out of his mouth before he could stop them.

"Please Dean...spank me..." It was quiet and Sam immediately dropped his head but Dean heard him and grinned wide.

"If you insist Sammy." Dean started a flurry of slaps to Sam's ass, some were hard, some soft and randomly they caught the underside of the round of Sam's ass and would send him forward a bit. Soon Sam was whimpering and squirming in Dean's lap, trying to rub his dripping erection against something. Suddenly Dean's slaps stopped and Sam glanced up, his face as red as his ass. "Now Sammy, look at you...so beautiful in your humiliation aren't you?" Sam stared up at his older brother shocked he would say that.

Dean suddenly got up and threw his brother's lanky frame onto the bed, jumping on top of Sam, kneeling on his thighs and grabbing his hands and holding them over his head. Sam whimpered from the pain in his thighs and from his sensitive ass rubbing on the rough motel blanket.

Dean leaned down and nuzzled against Sam's jaw, rubbing against his day old growth. Sam tried to keep his breathing steady, but it was hard when your heart is going a mile a minute. Dean grabbed the handcuffs he had placed on the nightstand earlier, and locked Sam's wrists to the headboard. His little brother's eyes went wide and then looked up at Dean. He trusted his big brother more than anything, but this was new and it was kinda freaking him out.

"Relax Sammy, I just wanted to try something different...get some kinks out you know." Dean moved off of Sam and started to get undressed. When Dean was only in his boxers he came back over to his captive. Sam watched as Dean walked towards him, he looked like some sort of god to Sam. So golden and muscled, his face soft like an angel. Sam blinked and shook his head, the endorphins from the spanking and the struggle were obviously messing with is head.

Once Dean got to the bed he smiled slowly as he held up a knife. Once again Sam's eyes flew wide open, but this time he tried to yank free. Once again Sam's eyes flew wide open, but this time he tried to yank free."Dean what the fuck dude? What's the knife for?" Dean ignored the questions and started to kiss Sam softly, flicking his tongue lightly over the boy's lips. He did this for awhile, until Sam had settled again.

"Now Sammy, relax...I will buy you stuff to replace it ok?" Sam looked up at Dean, his eyes half lidded and confused. The explanation came quick when Dean took his razor sharp knife and slit up the center of Sam's old t-shirt and revealed his slightly tanned chest. The younger Winchester gasped, but Dean just leaned down and started to cover Sam's chest in soft kisses and sharp bites. Leaving small marks of ownership across his baby brother's beautiful skin.

"Dean..please be careful with that thing.." He asked meekly as Dean slid down the bed a bit and brought the knife to the crotch of Sam's already wide open jeans.

"Sammy, would I ever allow you to be hurt if I could stop it?" Dean looked into his eyes and Sam shook his head slowly as Dean cut away the jeans that were moments ago encasing his lower half. "God Sam you are so amazing, no wonder I can't stop touching you." Sam blushed and then buried his face in the side of his arm, suddenly embarrassed to be on display for his brother. "No Sammy, no...let me see your face please?" Dean whispered his request and Sam turned his head and focused his soft hazel eyes on his big brother. "You look so vulnerable right now, I am so taking advantage of it"

Dean grinned and cut away the shirt entirely from Sam's body and chucked it. He then brought the knife to Sam's lips and nicked the bottom one lightly, ignoring Sam's small squeak of pain and then slowly brought the blade to his own soft lips and nicked his bottom one. Dean leaned down and started to kiss Sam slow and deep, while trailing the flat of the knife lightly along Sam's side. Dean brought his head up and smiled at Sam, his lips smeared with their blood. He licked at the blood and then licked the flat of the knife, staring into Sam's eyes.

"I know something I'd rather be licking." Dean said in that low tone of his that made every part of Sam's body tighten at the sound. Sam licked his own lips, in anticipation. Tasting the blood as he watched Dean throw the knife away.