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Adult +
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16
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I don't own Supernatural and make no profit from this story. Just borrowing Sam and Dean for fun.
Hoodoo
Author's note: I didn't bother to put a warning for sex toys in the description because honestly I didn't expect to be adding multiple chapters to this silly smut-fest. But FYI, this chapter introduces a butt plug...To Dean's ass. For those who've been reading along so far I tend to doubt this news will shock or disturb very much, but if you do happen to be squicked by butt plugs I apologize and suggest you skim over those bits.
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Back on the road early the next morning, Dean drove for a few hours before pulling into a small town and following Sam’s directions to a hoodoo shop the werewolf knew of. From the street, the place looked like an ordinary head shop, the display window full of colorful glass hookahs, t-shirts, and cheap beaded jewelry.
“No, this is the real deal,” Sam assured him. “It’s run by werewolves, too. They’ll have at least some of the ingredients we need for the counter-spell to break the curse.”“You mean ‘snips and snails and puppy-dog tails’?” Dean pulled a face as they walked into the store. “Sam, your world is bass-ackwards. It’s insane.” Sam rolled his eyes. “It is what it is, Dean. Why? What do you consider sane magical spell components?”“Oh, demon blood, eye of newt, toe of frog…”“Talk about ass-backwards,” Sam chuckled. Dean let out a low, appreciative whistle as they approached the counter. A lovely young woman was stocking shelves while another, equally beautiful girl was behind the counter at the cash register. “Sam, are all werewolves smokin’ hot?” he asked in a stage whisper. “Why yes, we are, darlin’.” The girl stocking the shelves stood up, running her eyes over the brothers and licking her lips, revealing a quick glimpse of fang-like canine teeth. Her golden eyes sparkled with amusement. “What can we help you two boys with today?” she purred.“Rein it in, Elisabeth.” Another woman, also a werewolf, stepped through the curtained doorway behind the counter. Older than the first two, probably in her mid-fifties, Dean couldn’t help but note that she was still very attractive, too. She looked up at Sam. “I remember when you first started hunting, Sam Winchester, and now I hear the Dark Moon Brotherhood’s put you under a curse.” Her nostrils flared as her eyes focused on Dean and she seemed to be using her sense of smell as much as her sense of sight. “I take it the new pup’s your mate?” “Only until we can lift this curse, “ Sam said hastily, and Dean was amused to see a blush color his brother’s cheekbones. “I’m hoping you could help us with this list, Eleanor.” He passed over the list of spell ingredients they’d copied down from one of Chuck Shurley’s tomes and they all watched as she read it.“Renee, get a pound of snails out of the freezer. Elisabeth, there ought to be a box of puppy-dog’s tails back in storage. Bring out, oh, a half dozen ought to do it.” “You know, Sam,” she said as the two younger women scurried off to do her bidding, “for most of the other items on that list your best bet would be—”“One step ahead of you, Eleanor,” Sam interrupted. Dean gave him a skeptical look, wondering what he might be keeping from him, but just then the girls returned and he grimaced at the clear plastic ziplock bag with its contents of severed tails. “That’s disgusting.” “I wish I could say they were cruelty-free, but at least we get them from a reputable breeder and the puppies receive veterinary care,” Eleanor said. “I don’t even want to know where ‘snips’ come from,” Dean joked. Sam grimaced. “Trust me, you really don’t. What do we owe you, Eleanor?”“Nothing,” she said firmly. “Anyone fighting against the Dark Moon Brotherhood is pack, as far as I’m concerned. Anything we can do to help, you just ask.” “Anything…” the werewolf named Renee added with a giggle and a significant look at the bulge in Sam’s jeans. Eleanor rolled her eyes, but said, “If the curse is troubling you I’m sure the girls wouldn’t mind giving you boys a hand…” She smirked as Sam literally growled, wrapping his arm around Dean’s waist in a possessive display. “Well, you can hardly blame them for getting hot and bothered, bringing that gorgeous omega in here just reeking of heat,” she chuckled. “Thanks, but no thanks,” Sam said curtly, steering Dean toward the door. "See you around, Eleanor." “Sam. I can’t believe you’re turning down an orgy with hot, lesbian werewolf chicks,” Dean protested as the door to the shop closed behind them. “Shut up, Dean. If they were lesbians why were they so interested in sex with you?” Sam kept a firm grip on his horny older brother, steering him into a narrow alley between two storefronts. “Hot, bisexual werewolf chicks… Even better,” Dean grinned, but Sam shut him up, slamming him up against the brick wall of the hoodoo shop and shoving his tongue down Dean’s throat as he ground their hips together. “You’ve got to forget about human sexual orientation,” he lectured once they’d done what was necessary to appease the curse and were leaving the alley. “It’s not about gay or straight or bi. For us sexual attraction is all about dominance.” “So Eleanor, there, gets to have a harem of hot, lesbian—Sorry, hot omega chicks because she’s, what? Older? How come I don’t get to be the alpha, then? I’m the older brother,” Dean pointed out. “I don’t know, Dean...Maybe because I’ve been a werewolf all my life, and you haven’t even been through a full moon yet and you're basically clueless?” Sam’s voice betrayed his exasperation. “Hey, look, there’s a diner up the street. Why don’t you go order lunch and I’ll meet you there.”“Sure.” Dean snickered as Sam veered off, heading toward another store with covered windows and discreet signage... A sex shop. Well, if his little not-brother wanted to pick up the latest copy of Busty Asian Beauties, that was his business. ...They hadn’t been back on the road very long before the effects of the curse began to manifest again. Dean could never decide which was worse, the throbbing pain spreading from his hand up his arm, or the urgent ache of his rock-hard cock. Sam pulled into a roadside rest stop, his face twisted in a grimace of pain as he parked the black Mustang, and the two hunters hurried toward the low brick building that housed the restrooms. They waited impatiently until a few other travelers finished using the facilities, then ducked into the handicapped access stall at the far end of the row. Dean wrapped his arms around Sam’s shoulders, threading his fingers through the alpha’s long hair and dragging his head down for a desperate kiss. Sam yanked him in close, hips thrusting forward to grind their rigid cocks against one another. Dean gave a whimper of relief as the pain of the curse eased at the contact. Sam turned Dean around and pushed him face-first up against the flimsy metal partition wall, big hands working the buttons of his fly open and yanking his jeans down his thighs. The omega whimpered again in frustration as the alpha stepped back and fumbled with a package that he pulled from his jacket pocket. “Shh,” Sam murmured low in Dean’s ear as the door to the restroom banged open and another traveler entered. Dean heard the crinkle and tear of packaging being opened and then Sam was pressing something into Dean’s hand. The texture was smooth and rubbery. Looking down at it, bemused, Dean saw a black rubber butt plug. “What the—Oh, hell no, Sammy,” he hissed, but Sam’s warm, callused fingers folded around his, forcing him to hold on to the toy. “Shh,” the werewolf whispered again, close enough that his breath tickled Dean’s ear, the bulge of his denim-covered cock pressed up against Dean’s exposed ass. “So I got to thinking about how, as we get closer to the full moon, the curse is forcing us to mate more and more often.” “Yeah, so quit wasting time and get to it,” Dean growled. He tried to turn around to confront Sam, but the alpha pressed him up against the wall, holding him in place. “I also got to thinking about what I told you back in the hoodoo shop, about dominance and submission,” he went on, speaking at a normal volume as the restroom emptied again. “I figured, why not try and appease the curse by exploiting that dynamic?”“Because I’m not going to let you dominate me, that’s why not.” Dean’s voice rose, too, and he glared at Sam over his shoulder even as his cock gave a needy twitch. He didn't want to be submissive... What he really wanted was his baby brother’s cock buried to the hilt in his ass. The irony of the situation wasn’t lost on Dean. “Son of a bitch, Sam. Let me go.” To his surprise, the pressure of Sam’s hand pushing him up against the partition eased, even as he continued to press the latex toy into Dean’s hand. “We’re going to at least give it a try,” he said firmly.“No, we’re n—”“Dean.” Sam’s voice dropped a full octave. “Shut up and put the plug in your ass. Now,” he growled. Dean took the butt plug and the foil packet of lubricant Sam forced into his hands, an involuntary shudder of arousal running through him at the blatant command. “Son of a bitch,” he muttered again, all too aware of Sam’s heated gaze on him as he slicked the toy with lube, his hands clumsy and shaking with frustrated desire. Sam leaned against the opposite wall, palming the bulge of his denim-covered cock with a smirk as Dean shoved his pants down around his knees and propped one booted foot up on the toilet. Dean scowled at him, but the urge to obey his alpha not-brother was too strong to resist. He lined the plug up with his pink, puckered hole, grunting a protest as he pressed it into the tight ring of muscle. Dean pushed the toy in, slowly but without stopping even as his muscles clenched, protesting the invasion, feeling the heat of Sam’s golden-eyed gaze on him like a caress the entire time. “It’s big,” Dean groused, clinging to a token rebellion. Sam smirked. “I’m big. Wouldn’t want you to get bored.” He pulled Dean in for another passionate, lingering kiss as the omega finished adjusting his clothes and doing up his fly. The restroom door banged open again but Sam didn’t bother waiting for the room to clear, opening the door to the stall and pushing Dean out ahead of him. Dean rolled his eyes at this world’s Sam and his exhibitionist streak, in such stark contrast to his real brother Sam’s reserve. It could be worse, he reminded himself. The alpha could have decided to fuck him on the hood of the Mustang… And he’d have been hard-pressed to resist. “Feel better?” Sam asked as he pulled back onto the highway. Oddly enough, Dean did feel better, the pain of the curse completely gone, though they’d barely done more than kiss. He felt a lot better, if he was honest, but his pushy, domineering not-baby-brother didn’t need to know that, Dean decided. Besides, his cock was still rock-hard, and the plug in his ass wasn’t helping his mood, making him feel stuffed full and submissive and therefore grouchy. “No,” he snapped. “You’re such a brat,” Sam smirked. “And you’re such a bitch,” Dean retorted. Sam chuckled. “Your attitude still needs some adjusting. Take out your cock,” he ordered. Dean didn’t have to be told twice, his needy cock’s demand for attention over-riding any concern about passing motorists getting an impromptu peep show. He undid his fly, letting it spring up out of his lap, long and thick and purple-veined. Dean heard a sharp intake of breath from the driver’s side and smirked over at Sam. “Keep your eyes on the road, Sammy.” “Let me worry about driving. You jerk yourself off, jerk.” The werewolf angled the rear-view mirror sharply, giving himself a good view as his brother wrapped his fist around his cock. It always amazed Dean how his heightened senses made every touch so thrilling, so good he was on the brink of coming from just a single stroke. Eager for release, he set a quick pace, thrusting his cock faster and faster through his tight fist, whining a low, wordless protest when Sam spoke up again from the driver’s seat. “Not so fast. I want a good show.” “And I want to come,” Dean growled. “Soon, baby. Soon,” Sam soothed. Dean’s resistance melted. Loosening his grip, he ran his fingers up and down the throbbing length of his cock, teasing it with a light touch. Pre-cum dripped from the engorged head with every slow, tantalizing stroke. His hips bucked and Dean groaned, acutely aware of the butt plug stretching his ass, his tight hole fluttering around it...More sensation to drive him wild. He stroked up his cock and ground down on the toy, moaning with pleasure. “I want to come,” Dean said again, but this time his tone was pleading. “Soon…” Sam promised again. He laid his hand on Dean’s thigh, the touch inflaming his desire even as his brother’s words calmed him just enough to hang on.“Please…” He stroked up his cock, squirming in the seat as he ground his ass down on the plug. Sam could have driven right off the road and Dean doubted he’d even notice. His cock was weeping, pre-cum leaking from it continuously now as he begged for his release. “Please, Sam… Want it so bad… Need it…” “Come for me, baby.” Sam gripped Dean’s thigh. Dean threw his head back against the headrest with a low, keening moan as his orgasm shook his whole body with wave after wave of pleasure. In those long moments of ecstasy every bit of pain and humiliation were more than worth it. If this was typical for werewolves, he’d endure the full moon transformations and the curse as well and consider it a fair trade. It took a long time to come down from the high and tuck his well-satisfied cock back into his jeans. “Feel better?” Sam asked again, grinning as he re-adjusted the mirror. “Not going to lie, Sam, I feel great,” Dean admitted. He felt drowsy and sated now, drifting in a haze of contentment. “Hey...You going to tell me where we’re headed next?” “Go to sleep,” Sam sighed. “We’ll talk about it when you wake up.”