Bittersweet Reunion

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Title: Bittersweet Reunion Part II
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 in 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.
2. This is a missing scene from Salvation. This occurs after the boys spilt up to research information on 6-month old babies and Sam returns to the hotel room telling John and Dean, who arrived earlier, about his disturbing vision of Monica and her baby.
3. You definitely need to read Bittersweet Reunion Part I before reading this installment.

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Dean stood outside his father’s hotel room reluctant to enter, but a phone call from his father minutes earlier had given him strict orders to finish up his research and return quickly to the hotel. He was still feeling the pain of disobeying his father’s orders in Manning, Colorado, and he wasn’t eager to get punished again, so he knocked on the door softly hoping that his father was in a good mood.

The door opened abruptly, “Get in,” John commanded pulling Dean by the arm into the room. “What the hell took you so long?”

“Okaaaaay, obviously pissed about something,” Dean remarked yanking his arm from John’s grasp, “I came as soon as you called.”

“It wasn’t quick enough Dean. You need to be faster if you hope to beat this demon,” John replied closing the door.

“Don’t you mean fast enough so that you can fuck me before Sam gets back,” Dean hissed.

John snapped his hand out and grabbed Dean’s right wrist squeezing firmly. “Is this really how you want to start this today,” he asked jerking Dean forward.

Dean stumbled into his father’s arms and was held tightly. He looked into John’s eyes with hatred, “I’m trying to decide whose worse for me; the demon or you?”

John wrapped his arms around Dean’s torso like a python squeezing until Dean’s struggling stopped, “You never complained before, why now?”

Dean stared intently at John, “I gave you everything and you still left me, so why the hell should I ever give you everything again?”

“Because I asked nicely,” John smirked as one of his hands snaked itself down to cup Dean’s ass.

“You call this nice,” Dean asked renewing his struggling.

John placed a foot behind Dean’s legs and pushed causing them both to trip and fall onto the floor with John landing on top of Dean. They both grunted in pain from the collision, but John quickly took advantage of the situation and began grinding their crotches together, “I think this is nicer, don’t you think baby?”

Dean looked at the wall in shame refusing to look his father in the eye, “I hate you.”

John bent his head forward to kiss Dean’s cheek smiling when his son yanked his head away, “Just keep telling yourself that.” John released the python grip on Dean’s torso and instead grabbed Dean’s arms and held them above his head. He licked his lips slowly rubbing his crotch harder into Dean’s crotch, “Too bad your cock doesn’t hate me…and I suspect your ass doesn’t either.”

“Shut up you sick bastard,” Dean yelled.

John ignored Dean and instead bent his head down to lick at Dean’s neck, “I think if you really wanted to get free you could, but you always do this feel sorry for me shit and try to deny that you like it.”

In response, Dean violently pushed up clipping John’s chin with the top of his head and tried to pull his arms free while John was reeling from the cheap shot. Dean smirked when he saw his father in pain, “Did that feel like denial?”

John held onto Dean’s arms and stretched out his jaw attempting to relieve some of the discomfort. “Is that the best you got pussy,” John asked. “I didn’t know I was raising a little girl…although it would explain your eagerness to spread your legs for my cock.”

“Shut up,” Dean begged feeling the familiar emotions of defeat and weakness spreading throughout his body. His father had always known exactly which buttons to push to get a submissive reaction from him.

John smiled widely when he felt the small trembles coming from Dean’s body, “What’s the matter little baby, you going to cry now…huh, you going beg me to stop like a little girl?” He stared keenly into Dean’s eyes seeing the familiar signs of defeat, “I got to say that you’re making this damn easy for me today.” John released Dean’s right arm and reached in between their bodies to grip Dean’s denim-covered cock, “Maybe you don’t deserve to have one of these; maybe we should replace it with a tight little cunt.”

Dean reacted instinctively to the derogatory comment and hit John in the jaw with his free fist while attempting to push the larger man off of his body, “It’s not enough to fuck my ass is it; you just have to fuck with my head too don’t you?”

John was surprised with the force behind Dean’s punch and lost his grip on his son’s other arm. He shook his head trying to stop the ringing in his ears while he watched Dean scrambling to his feet. John began laughing, “That’s more like my soldier boy.” John slowly stood up as well massaging his sore jaw, “If you had done that ten years ago maybe we wouldn’t be in the awkward position that we find ourselves in now.”

Dean looked at John filled with disdain, “Well, maybe if you hadn’t been such a horny angry drunk, we would be watching baseball and eating pizza like normal families.”

John stepped quickly towards Dean causing his son to step backwards, “It’s not my fault you’re so pretty. As far as I’m concerned, you’re my consolation gift for losing Mary.”

Dean found himself near the bathroom and stepped slowly inside prepared to slam the door in his father’s face if necessary. John had never hit him before but there was always a first time for everything, “You seriously need some psychiatric care. As a matter of fact, I believe that Dr. James Ellicott would be more than happy to pencil you in for an appointment. He and his father did wonders for Sammy.”

John leered suggestively at Dean’s body, “Speaking of Sammy, we better get this show on the road soon…unless of course you want him to watch.”

Dean stared at John in astonishment, “What the hell has happened to you, you’ve never been this cruel before?”

John stepped closer to the bathroom, “What can I say; it’s been a year since I’ve seen you, and I’m a little eager to take pleasure from your sweet body.” John suddenly charged at the bathroom stopping the door with his foot as Dean attempted to slam it shut, “And I’m not taking no for a fucking answer!”

“You are out of your fucking mind,” Dean exclaimed as he pressed on the door with all his weight. His dad had been a manipulator in the past coercing Dean into doing shameful acts, but John Winchester had never been this aggressive or determined before, and it scared the crap out of Dean. He listened as his Dad grunted in exertion on the other side of the door unwavering in his efforts to get inside the bathroom, “Dad, please don’t do this!”

“Dean, let me in now,” John commanded reaching his arm inside the door to grab at Dean’s shirt sleeve. “If I have to break this door down to get to you there will be hell to pay.” John pushed the door inwards with his entire body feeling the anger and tension threatening to snap and hurt Dean at any moment. “Son, let your father in now before you make me hurt you.”

“No,” Dean frantically replied as he felt the door slipping opened. He planted his feet firmly on the bathroom floor and used his legs and shoulders to keep his father outside, but his father’s superior weight and strength was beginning to weaken Dean’s body.

“You little shit…I swear to God when I get my hands on you,” John remarked through clenched teeth feeling the door giving away, “You will never think to deny me again.”

Dean felt himself being pushed forward as the door inched its way open. Sheer panic gripped Dean’s body as his feet began sliding across the bathroom floor, “Dad, please stop!”

John Winchester took one final stab at the door and smiled triumphantly as he felt the door opening revealing his stubborn son, “I got to say, you’re finally making me work for it.” He slammed the door behind him and grabbed Dean by the arms shoving him up against a wall. “I don’t know about you but that really got me hot.”

“Dad, please…”

John silenced Dean with his mouth shoving his tongue down Dean’s throat. He held on tightly to Dean’s biceps refusing to let his son get away. He dove into Dean’s mouth with a ferocious attack biting and nipping at Dean’s lips until he tasted blood. He pulled away and looked at Dean’s swollen red lips and laughed softly, “That’s enough fighting out of you Dean. You’ve proven your point.”

“And what point would that be,” Dean asked licking the blood off his lips.

“That you know how to stand up to me,” John answered pushing Dean’s blue over-shirt apart and lifting the tight black t-shirt up slightly above Dean’s nipples. He ran a hand over Dean’s chest pinching and teasing the velvety nipples until they were erect with excitement, “You know you want this…why resist?”

Dean felt his breath catching in his throat as his father tortured his nipples and licked his neck, “Because it’s wrong, and I don’t trust you anymore.”

John attacked Dean’s mouth again and snaked his hand down to Dean’s jeans, “You want me; you’ve always wanted me on some subconscious level Dean.”

“You’re wrong,” Dean replied feeling his father’s hand unbuttoning his jeans.

John smiled tenderly at his son, “Am I, then why are you hard,” John asked as he slid his hand inside Dean’s boxers feeling the warmth and hardness of Dean’s cock. “You’re terrified of me; yet you’re excited aren’t you,” he asked nipping at Dean’s earlobe.

Dean closed his eyes as his father sucked on his earlobe, trying to block out the pleasure that John’s hands and mouth were giving him, “I’m not terrified of you.”

John pulled away from Dean’s ear and laughed, “I haven’t seen you look this scared since that time you faced that evil witch in Michigan.”

“She ate children for snacks and I was only eleven,” Dean defensively replied before a small moan of pleasure escaped from his mouth.

John continued to stroke Dean’s cock with his hand, “Yes, you were only eleven and you practically pissed in your pants when she looked at you.”

Dean opened his eyes and saw nothing but sexual need on his father’s expression, “You scare me more than she ever did.”

John fisted Dean’s prick in earnest, “That’s understandable. She couldn’t make you see the truth about yourself like I can.”

Dean sneered, “So you think giving me a hand job in the bathroom constitutes me wanting you? You really are fucking pathetic.”

John pumped the hard dick in is hand determined to milk the cum out of Dean, “Pathetic,” John asked. He squeezed harder on the hard column of flesh feeling the small spasms of pleasure radiating throughout Dean’s body, “Pathetic,” he asked twisting his hand playing with the head of Dean’s cock.

Dean slammed his head into the back of the wall and allowed his father to pump his cock to orgasm. “Yes…you are fucking pathetic,” Dean moaned as he felt the hot liquid spurting out of his cock onto his father’s hand.

John didn’t release Dean until every drop of cum had been deposited onto his hand and he took his cum-covered hand and placed it out Dean’s mouth. “Taste it,” he ordered.

Dean turned his head to the side, “Fuck you.”

John smiled, grabbed Dean’s chin roughly, and shoved his fingers back up to Dean’s mouth, “Lick my fingers clean or I will shove them up your sweet little ass!”

Dean stared daggers of hatred in John’s direction before reluctantly sucking each finger into his mouth tasting his cooling cum with each stroke of his tongue. John watched in pleasure as his son cleaned all evidence of spunk from his hand, “The real question of the day is if I’m pathetic what does that make you Dean?” He released Dean’s chin and turned to leave the bathroom, “Next time we’re together you won’t get off so easy.”

Dean ran his hands over his flushed face in aggravation, “I can’t wait…”

John turned around, grabbed Dean by the neck, and shoved him face first onto the bathroom vanity, “And for the final time, watch your fucking attitude!” John allowed Dean to turn his face to the side, but he held Dean down firmly onto the counter, rubbing himself up against Dean’s ass, “You feel that baby, do you feel how hard you make me, do you really want me to take you right here and now…or would you rather just say that you’re sorry.”

“Sorry, what the fuck for,” Dean angrily asked.

“I wonder if I could overpower Sammy this easy,” John began.

“Don’t you fucking dare touch him!”

John shoved Dean’s face harder into the countertop, “Calm your ass down Dean, I don’t want Sammy in that way, I just was wondering if both of you are this weak. Lord knows you don’t stand a chance against this demon if you can’t even defend yourself against me.”

“Why don’t you play fair and give me a knife, and I’ll show you how well I can defend myself,” Dean remarked.

“You would gut your own father? Dean, I’m horrified, what would your mother think,” John amusingly asked.

Dean slumped into the sink tired of fighting, “Sometimes I think I could kill you.”

John bent down and whispered into Dean’s ear, “You just might get that chance real soon, but first, apologize for being such a little cock tease and I’ll let you go.”

Dean’s nostrils flared but he wanted to get away from the madman named John Winchester as soon as humanly possible. “I’m sorry for being such a cock tease and I’ll try harder to be more accommodating to your needs,” Dean sarcastically replied.

“Something tells me you didn’t mean that,” John softly laughed. He released the hold on Dean’s neck and stepped back prepared for Dean to strike but no attack came, “Get cleaned up, Sam should be here any minute. We wouldn’t want him to see you all flushed with desire with cum smeared across your face now would we?”

Dean turned to face the sink and the mirror watching the back of his father as he left the small bathroom wondering if he had the strength to withstand another emotional attack from his father before he lost it completely and killed the fucking evil bastard or told Sam the truth. He had been living with the secret for so long he wasn’t sure if he could stomach telling another person, and he knew that if Sam found out the truth, he would have to pull Sam off their father before they beat each other to a bloody pulp. Dean also knew that Sam would have the strength to end John’s miserable existence if the time ever came, but he wasn’t sure if he could let Sammy kill his own flesh and blood.


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