Sammy's Plaything

Chapter 13

 

Dean had been locked in the dungeon for two days. He had been given a bucket for his business and simple meals a few times a day without utensils to further prevent him from freeing himself. He was beginning to think that Sam would never come around and he might well be locked in here forever. He could picture it in the traditional movie fashion, crazy old Dean locked up in a dungeon with a long white beard and tally marks of the days painted on the wall in blood. He was no closer to understanding why Sammy would be using him as a sex slave either unless Sam had simply gone darkside and developed taboo and exotic tastes, like incest. Things were not looking good.

 

The door to the dungeon swung open, Dean tried to shield his eyes as he was no longer used to the light, having passed two days in unending gloom. Sam strode in and he didn't look good he looked wane, pale and desperate. He also had his "let's talk" face on. Well this was going to be awkward.

 

"Please tell me you're possessed or something, that this isn't you, that you don't really want to bang your older brother." Dean said, disgusted with the whole situation.

 

"I'd like to, believe me I would but the truth is really a lot more mundane."

 

"I'm not sure I really want to hear this Sam."

 

"I need to tell you Dean. I've kept this secret for way too long. You know I didn't really know very many other people growing up, just you. Dad was always gone and we were always moving before I got a chance to really know people. I don't know how it started really. I don't know when my hero worship started to turn into more..."

 

"Stop, Sam just stop. This is really freaking me out!"

 

"I joined forces with the Yellow Eyed demon because I thought if I was leading the demon army I could minimize the damages, fight the system from the inside and all that. But, it didn't really go that way, I got in too deep and it changed me. I did kill the Azazel, by the way, but it was after I'd done some really terrible things and the worst was you. You came here to try and talk me out of it and I saw the opportunity to have everything I ever wanted. I cast this spell to make you more submissive, make you lose your memory, make you my slave. It was great, the happiest months of my life, but the enchantment wears off after a while..."

 

"I am not okay with this Sam. You totally mind raped me! And rape raped me! It's not like I really knew what was going on. I wasn't giving, what's it called..."

 

"Informed consent?"

 

"Yeah, I wasn't giving informed consent. Just go away, Sam. I can't look at you knowing what you've done."

 

Tears were streaming down Sam's cheeks, he had always hoped that he would never have to hear his brother reject him like this. He needed Dean's comfort not his ire. Sam walked across the room, heedless of the consequences, and pressed Dean's arms above his head and kissed him. Dean didn't appear to know how to react so Sam deepened the kiss. He could feel Dean trying to push him away, but all it amounted to was Dean thrusting into Sam's stomach. Sam broke off the kiss and looked at his brother, who just seemed stunned and confused, rather than indignant. Sam crowded him again and started kissing Dean's neck. He moved one hand to stroke Dean's flank and then rub his nipples. Dean was trying his hardest to resist, but he was a man and his dick didn't really listen to commands like stop this right the hell now, this is your brother kissing you. Just Dean was starting to get into Sam released him and left muttering, "I love you Dean."