Time to Heal the Pain
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Supernatural › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
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3,374
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10
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Part II
Title: Time to Heal the Pain
Part II
Author: Darkestangel
Summary: Dean calls the shots and gets what he wants
Author’s Website: www.darknessprevails.com
Comments: darkestangel@darknessprevails.com
Archive: Yes, to Supernatural archive, yes to others with permission
Warnings: WINCEST
Pairing: Dean/John
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: none in this sequel
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. This is a SHORT sequel to Bittersweet Reunion (no longer than three or four parts). You will definitely need to read that series before reading this sequel. You can find the story here: Bittersweet Reunion
2. This story is officially A/U since the season two premiere “killed” off a certain main character, and I refuse to change my storyline to accommodate this ridiculous causality.
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Flagstaff Arizona-5 PM
Dean and John had spent a good two hours catching up with each others tales of hunting over the last six months and an awkward truce had been established. John could see the cloud of depression hanging over Dean’s head dissipating with each snort or chuckle and John couldn’t resist staring at Dean’s captivating smile.
“So, what did you do to get out of there?” Dean asked enthusiastically. “It’s not everyday you have to face down Chucky.”
“It wasn’t Chucky,” John laughed. “It was some ancient Sumerian demigod transferred into the body of a doll.”
“Sounds like Chucky to me,” Dean smiled brilliantly.
“Chucky was a serial killer put in a doll’s body; not the ancient spirit of a demigod that’s virtually impossible to kill.”
Dean took a swallow of the beer his father had offered him when they arrived inside the room. “So, like I said, how’d you kill it?”
“Easy, I ran over it with my truck, chopped off its head, and scattered the remains in four different places,” John proudly replied.
“That’s it?” Dean complained. “They don’t make it seem that easy in the Chucky movies.”
“That’s because the writers are idiots who only want to continue writing never-ending sequels that totally ruin the relevance of the original movie.”
Dean arched his brows in disgust, “Now I know where he gets it.”
“Who gets what?” John asked before taking a swig of his beer.
“Where Sam gets his geekiness and his annoying ability to overanalyze every situation,” Dean stated straight-faced.
John looked at his son’s serious face trying not to laugh. “Geekiness, is that even a word?”
“According to the Dean Winchester dictionary it is,” Dean smiled. “Besides, we both know that mom was totally cool, so he had to get it from somewhere.”
“I think he actually got it from Pastor Jim,” John joked before realizing his mistake.
They both sat in silence for a few seconds thinking about their dead friend who had been sacrificed by the demon. “I’m ashamed to admit that I haven’t thought much about him since he died,” Dean admitted. “I’ve been so caught up in what happened to me that I haven’t had much time to think about him or Caleb.”
“I know the feeling,” John admitted. He held his bottle up in the air, “To lost friends and allies.”
Dean clicked his bottle against his father’s in salute of their friends’ sacrifices, “Speaking of friends, have you heard from Bobby lately?”
“I talked to him about three weeks ago. He told me that you two had been keeping in touch with him, “John replied. “I was glad to hear that. I hate the idea of you two alone out there with the demon running around, but its just too dangerous for us to be together.”
“So why are we here now?” Dean asked before finishing up his beer.
“I needed you to bring the Colt,” John truthfully answered. “And I wanted to see you again.”
“Well, I guess you got what you wanted,” Dean replied standing up from the motel table to get another beer from the mini-fridge. “You want another one?”
“Sure,” John answered watching as Dean opened up the refrigerator getting two more beers out. He couldn’t help that his pulse increased when Dean had to bend over to get to the beers. His son’s ass was always one of the finest he had ever seen; man or woman, and he couldn’t stop admiring it just because his son was off limits. “You look good Dean.”
Dean stood back up straight, closed the refrigerator, and handed his father a cold beer, “I thought you said that I was fat.”
“You know I was kidding you,” John smiled. “And you haven’t lost weight either…you’re just right.” John looked at Dean’s tight jeans with the customary holes in the knees, the tight grey t-shirt which accentuated Dean’s muscular torso, and the silver pendent around his neck which had always held an unexplainable allure for him. “You look really good.”
Dean knew he should leave, should take offense to his father’s obvious flirtation, but he couldn’t seem to move from the spot. “I’ve looked better.”
“What’s this?” John asked standing up to face Dean. “Do I hear something like modesty coming out of your mouth?”
“What can I say,” Dean smirked. “I’m getting humble in my old age.”
John reached out and caressed the pendent around Deans’ neck, “Do you remember when I gave this to you?”
“Of course,” Dean replied feeling his face flushing at his father’s intimate gesture. “You gave it to me on my twenty-first birthday making me swear to never take it off.”
“And you haven’t taken it off, have you?”
“Of course not, but I wish you would tell me why you gave it to me,” Dean pleaded.
“All I can tell you is that it is for protection,” John replied. “I was given it by another hunter that swore up and down that it had some sort of magical powers and that I should give it to you once you turned twenty-one.”
“You have no idea what it’s protecting me from?” Dean asked in curiosity.
“I haven’t been able to find any research on it and I haven’t heard from David in years,” John replied looking at the pattern on the pendent.
“So it might not be anything,” Dean offered. “But, why take the chance, right?”
“Exactly,” John softly smiled staring intently into Dean’s beckoning eyes. “I want to kiss you so bad right now, but I know that I have to wait…”
John was interrupted by Dean’s mouth attacking his own mouth. Dean forced his tongue down his father’s throat and wrapped his arms around his father’s neck. “Consider this an invite,” Dean managed to say before assaulting John’s mouth again with a bruising kiss. Dean jumped up, wrapped his legs around John’s waist, and began moaning into John’s mouth, “I want you so fucking bad.” John felt like a seal being swallowed whole by a Great White as his son forcefully stole the breath from his body.
“Dean,” John managed to say before Dean slipped his tongue into his mouth again. He held on tightly to Dean’s ass as he Dean grinded his body up against his, “Are you sure about this?”
Dean excitingly rubbed his throbbing crotch up against his father’s begging for contact, “Yes, definitely…want it bad.”
John couldn’t help but to smile around Dean’s kisses, “Baby, you’re going to have to take it down a notch unless you want to shoot cum in your jeans.”
“I could think of worse things to happen,” Dean whimpered as his aching cock begged for release. “I can’t stop myself…it has a mind of its own.”
John let Dean shove his tongue into his mouth again, and he licked and sucked on that sinful tongue and lips until he felt his own release approaching. “That’s enough Dean…baby, please let me slow this down a bit.”
Dean looked at his father poignantly, “My terms, remember? And if I want to shoot jizz in my pants than that’s what I’m going to get.”
John let out a low sexy laugh, “You’re right, and if that’s what you want, than so be it.” He pulled Dean’s crotch closer to his own and began encouraging his son to do what he pleased, “That’s it baby. Shoot that yummy hotness in your pants.”
Dean abruptly pulled his face clear from his father’s, “When you put it that way, maybe it’s not so appealing.” Dean let his legs relax and he stood back on the floor, “Besides, I’d rather shoot my yummy hotness into your mouth, if that’s okay with you?”
“Are you fucking kidding me here?” John gawked. “Take those damn pants off and I’ll have you spilling your cum in my mouth in no time.” Dean had missed his father’s mischievousness and practically ripped his jeans off causing himself to trip on his own boots in the process, but John grabbed his arm and supported him until he was able to kick off his boots. “Slow it down there a little bit before you hurt yourself; it’s only a blowjob.”
Dean looked at his father like he had grown an extra head, “Only a blowjob?”
“Yeah, it’s not like you can’t get one anytime you want it,” John grinned escorting Dean to the bed.
“Dad,” Dean began as he sat down on the edge of the bed. “I haven’t been sleeping around these last six months. I’ve been…God I hate to admit this, but…I been celibate since you left except for the daily hand job in the bathroom.”
John rubbed his hands up and down Dean’s naked thighs affectionately, “Why would you do that Dean? You have so much to offer others.”
“Because I love you, and I didn’t want anyone else touching me,” Dean admitted. “And let’s not forget that I was physically and mentally incapable of being intimate with anyone for a month or so.”
John chewed on his lips in thought. Of course Dean would need time to recover from the demon’s assault, “I’m such an idiot. I should have realized that on my own.”
Dean felt his erection flagging, “Can we talk about this later? All I want right now is for you to suck me off, is that clear?”
“Bossy much,” John asked playfully as he stroked Dean’s prick back to hardness. “I want to taste you so bad.”
Dean leaned back on the bed on his elbows, “Then taste away.”
John spat on Dean’s cock and began rubbing the wetness into his son’s flesh, “You like that don’t you?”
Dean watched in fascination as his father licked the head of his cock and sucked tenderly on the sensitive flesh, “We don’t have all day old man. I thought you said that you would have me squirting down your throat in no time?”
John looked up at Dean noticing the twinkle of playfulness in his eyes, “Start counting backwards from one-hundred.”
“What?” Dean asked skeptically.
John pushed Dean’s shirt up. “Trust me,” he whispered onto his son’s flat golden belly. “Just count backwards for me.”
Dean continued staring down at his father in doubt but began counting, “100, 99, 98…Jesus, fuck!”
John smiled around Dean’s cock as he deep-throated the hard column of flesh. “Keep counting”, he mumbled.
Dean felt his heart racing and his testicles tingling as his father attempted to suck the cum out of his weeping cock. “97, 96…91, oh fuck me, 87…you’re so fucking good…81.”
John found it amusing that Dean couldn’t even count coherently while he was getting his dick sucked, “You can do better than that Dean.”
“Who told you to talk? Keep sucking me,” Dean demanded. “75, 74…holy shit, that’s it…sixty-fucking-nine!”
John felt the warm thick release jettisoning into his waiting mouth and held onto Dean’s hips firmly as his son arched his back in ecstasy. The moans and pleas coming from Dean’s wicked mouth was too much to bear, so he reached to take out his own cock from the confines of his jeans. “You get me so fucking hot Dean.”
Dean watched in a haze of pleasure as his father stroked his own manhood, “Want me to help you with that?”
“Please,” John begged watching as Dean sat up and reached out for him. “I just need a few tugs and it’ll be over.”
Dean grabbed his father’s thick prick and licked and sucked slowly on the head while caressing the other man’s scrotum, “Feed me…I’m fucking starving.”
John felt his knees going out and supported his weight by placing his hands on Dean’s shoulders, “Are you trying to kill me here?”
Dean looked up at his father through long eyelashes, “No, I’m trying to suck you dry.”
A sharp spasm in John’s body told Dean that his father was close, so he licked once again at the red weeping tip and smiled in pleasure as he felt the milky seed pulsating into his eager mouth. Dean graciously drank every last drop of his father’s essence making sure not to waste one drop of the precious life-giving fluid.
John felt on the urge of collapsing as the tendrils of pleasure still shot through his heavy balls; the very balls Dean was currently sucking on. “Dean, we can do this on your terms any day…that was fucking incredible.”
Dean stopped lapping at his father’s scrotum and smiled, “Worked for me too.” Dean laid back down on the bed running his hands up and down his stomach, “Where did you learn that count backwards trick?”
“I just made it up,” John confessed lying down beside Dean. “Maybe next time you’ll make it past sixty-nine.”
Dean could feel the bed shaking from his father’s silent laughter, “Keep insulting me and there won’t be a next time.” Dean smiled in amusement when his father got still and didn’t make a sound, “That got your attention, didn’t it?”
John rolled over on his side and kissed Dean gently on the lips, “You always have my attention baby.”
Dean rolled his eyes at the cheesy comment, “Listen, can you hear it?”
John listened intently but heard nothing, “I don’t hear anything.”
“Listen closely,” Dean instructed.
John stared into Dean’s eyes wondering if Dean had developed super hearing abilities over the last six months, “Dean, I don’t hear anything but the traffic outside.”
Dean smiled brightly, “It’s your theme song Richard…love lifts us up where we belong, where the eagles fly, on a mount…”
John put his hand over Dean’s mouth stopping his son from singing anymore of the hideous song, “Shut it you little brat.” Dean was laughing behind his father’s hand and trying to bite it affectionately, “You bite me you little shit and I will spank you.” Dean’s brows arched in surprise and he wiggled on the bed in excitement. “You’d like that wouldn’t you Dean. Want Daddy to spank you for being a bad boy?” Dean moaned behind his father’s hand and closed his eyes in obvious desire, “You want me to make that sweet ass of yours all red and hot, don’t you?”
Before Dean could respond, his cell phone rang. John immediately let Dean go so that he could answer the phone. Dean bent over the bed giving John a birds-eye view of his lovely backside and reached for his pants to get his phone. “This better be good Sammy.”
Sam rolled his eyes recognizing the ‘I’m having sex and you just interrupted me’ tone in Dean’s voice, “That didn’t take long.”
“Excuse me,” Dean asked laying back down on the bed.
“Nothing…I just wanted to let you know that I’ve been to four houses so far, but I haven’t gotten any visions yet.” Sam clenched his fists in anger hoping that he didn’t see his father anytime soon. It was obvious that the older man had pressured Dean into sex because he knew for a fact that Dean wouldn’t have made the first move so fast; not after everything he had been through.
“Well, keep looking little bro. Dad and I will keep doing research and catching up on old times,” Dean casually replied while turning over onto his belly so his father could caress his soft perky ass.
“I don’t think so Dean,” Sam replied angrily staring at the house he was staking out. “If you think that I am going to spend all night alone outside sneaking around peoples’ homes while you and Dad swallow each other’s tongues, you got another thing coming.”
Dean was surprised by Sam’s perceptiveness, “Who said anything about us kissing, and besides, you wanted me to come back here and talk to him, why the sudden change in attitude?”
Sam ran his hand through his hair in frustration, “I don’t know. I just don’t want to see you get hurt again.”
“Sam, I promise you that nothing will happen that I don’t want to happen,” Dean reassured his brother, “And now that you’ve ruined my mood, tell me where you are and we’ll meet up with you.”
“1810 Daniels Street,” Sam quickly responded not wanting to give Dean a chance to reconsider. “I’ll wait for you.”
Dean ended the call, tossed the phone onto the floor, and looked at his father. “Sorry about that, he’s just being protective of me.”
“It’s alright,” John reasoned. “He has every right in the world to keep me away from you.”
“Maybe, but I don’t want to stay away from you,” Dean whispered as he kissed his father once again. “I guess we need to head over towards Daniels Street.”
John reluctantly let Dean get up from the bed to get dressed, “Not really sure what all three of us can do since we don’t know where the demon’s going to hit next.”
“I know, but I didn’t want Francis getting his panties all in a wad and sometimes it’s just easier to appease him than to argue with him,” Dean remarked looking into the mirror while zipping up his pants. He looked at his father’s reflection in the mirror noting how happy the older man looked, “When this is all over with, you are going to let me stay with you, right?”
John walked over towards the mirror, placed his hands on Dean’s shoulders, and squeezed them gently. “What about Sam?”
“He’ll have to deal with us or go back to Stanford…back to his normal life,” Dean snapped. “I’m tired of living my life for other people. I just want to be happy for a change on my own terms.”
John kissed Dean’s cheek tenderly, “Then you can stay with me if you want and hopefully Sammy will stay with us too.”
“Yeah, let’s hope so,” Dean added as his phone rang once again. He bent over and picked the phone off the floor, “We’re on our way Sammy.”
“Dean, this is the house…it’s here,” Sam cried in pain as a searing vision took place in is head. “It’s not here for a baby Dean, its here for us…it brought us here on purpose, Dean!”
Dean clenched the phone in fear, “Sam! Sam, answer me!”
John grabbed the keys and shuffled Dean out the door towards the truck, “Get in the truck Dean!”
Dean managed to open the door and jump inside the truck, “Sammy, please answer me…are you still there?”
John clenched the steering wheel tightly and peeled out of the parking lot staring off and on at Dean who was holding the phone numbly calling after his baby brother. “Dean, I’m sure he’s just passed out in pain in the car or something.”
Dean looked over at his father hoping that the older man was right, “And what if that bastard has him?”
“Then, we’ll get him back. We have the Colt, we have one bullet left, we…”John began.
“No we don’t, remember? Sam took off in the Impala with the Colt,” Dean replied. “For all we know, that bastard has already found the gun and is eating Sam’s intestines for a snack.”
“Jesus, take it easy Dean.” John pleaded. “I think that you’re over-reacting here.”
“Dad, Sam told me that the demon is here after us not for some random baby, so don’t tell me that I’m over-reacting like some girl!”
“I didn’t mean to insult you Dean. I just need for you calm down and let’s take this one step at a time,” John patiently replied. “You’ve told me yourself that these visions can cause Sam to lose consciousness at times if the pain is severe enough, and I heard him screaming for you through the phone, so I’m guessing that the pain was excruciating.”
“I hope you’re right,” Dean whispered holding the phone tightly to his ear listening for some sign of Sam’s presence. “Sammy, please answer me…let me know you’re okay.” Dean looked on at the road as his father raced towards Sam wondering if the cosmos got great joy out of seeing him suffer, but he knew deep down that pain and loss were just in the Winchester genes, “You ever wonder what this family did to deserve such shit to be dumped on them?”
John stole a glance at his son, squeezed Dean’s thigh in affection, and frowned, “Every damn day Dean…every damn day.”
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Part II
Author: Darkestangel
Summary: Dean calls the shots and gets what he wants
Author’s Website: www.darknessprevails.com
Comments: darkestangel@darknessprevails.com
Archive: Yes, to Supernatural archive, yes to others with permission
Warnings: WINCEST
Pairing: Dean/John
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: none in this sequel
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. This is a SHORT sequel to Bittersweet Reunion (no longer than three or four parts). You will definitely need to read that series before reading this sequel. You can find the story here: Bittersweet Reunion
2. This story is officially A/U since the season two premiere “killed” off a certain main character, and I refuse to change my storyline to accommodate this ridiculous causality.
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Flagstaff Arizona-5 PM
Dean and John had spent a good two hours catching up with each others tales of hunting over the last six months and an awkward truce had been established. John could see the cloud of depression hanging over Dean’s head dissipating with each snort or chuckle and John couldn’t resist staring at Dean’s captivating smile.
“So, what did you do to get out of there?” Dean asked enthusiastically. “It’s not everyday you have to face down Chucky.”
“It wasn’t Chucky,” John laughed. “It was some ancient Sumerian demigod transferred into the body of a doll.”
“Sounds like Chucky to me,” Dean smiled brilliantly.
“Chucky was a serial killer put in a doll’s body; not the ancient spirit of a demigod that’s virtually impossible to kill.”
Dean took a swallow of the beer his father had offered him when they arrived inside the room. “So, like I said, how’d you kill it?”
“Easy, I ran over it with my truck, chopped off its head, and scattered the remains in four different places,” John proudly replied.
“That’s it?” Dean complained. “They don’t make it seem that easy in the Chucky movies.”
“That’s because the writers are idiots who only want to continue writing never-ending sequels that totally ruin the relevance of the original movie.”
Dean arched his brows in disgust, “Now I know where he gets it.”
“Who gets what?” John asked before taking a swig of his beer.
“Where Sam gets his geekiness and his annoying ability to overanalyze every situation,” Dean stated straight-faced.
John looked at his son’s serious face trying not to laugh. “Geekiness, is that even a word?”
“According to the Dean Winchester dictionary it is,” Dean smiled. “Besides, we both know that mom was totally cool, so he had to get it from somewhere.”
“I think he actually got it from Pastor Jim,” John joked before realizing his mistake.
They both sat in silence for a few seconds thinking about their dead friend who had been sacrificed by the demon. “I’m ashamed to admit that I haven’t thought much about him since he died,” Dean admitted. “I’ve been so caught up in what happened to me that I haven’t had much time to think about him or Caleb.”
“I know the feeling,” John admitted. He held his bottle up in the air, “To lost friends and allies.”
Dean clicked his bottle against his father’s in salute of their friends’ sacrifices, “Speaking of friends, have you heard from Bobby lately?”
“I talked to him about three weeks ago. He told me that you two had been keeping in touch with him, “John replied. “I was glad to hear that. I hate the idea of you two alone out there with the demon running around, but its just too dangerous for us to be together.”
“So why are we here now?” Dean asked before finishing up his beer.
“I needed you to bring the Colt,” John truthfully answered. “And I wanted to see you again.”
“Well, I guess you got what you wanted,” Dean replied standing up from the motel table to get another beer from the mini-fridge. “You want another one?”
“Sure,” John answered watching as Dean opened up the refrigerator getting two more beers out. He couldn’t help that his pulse increased when Dean had to bend over to get to the beers. His son’s ass was always one of the finest he had ever seen; man or woman, and he couldn’t stop admiring it just because his son was off limits. “You look good Dean.”
Dean stood back up straight, closed the refrigerator, and handed his father a cold beer, “I thought you said that I was fat.”
“You know I was kidding you,” John smiled. “And you haven’t lost weight either…you’re just right.” John looked at Dean’s tight jeans with the customary holes in the knees, the tight grey t-shirt which accentuated Dean’s muscular torso, and the silver pendent around his neck which had always held an unexplainable allure for him. “You look really good.”
Dean knew he should leave, should take offense to his father’s obvious flirtation, but he couldn’t seem to move from the spot. “I’ve looked better.”
“What’s this?” John asked standing up to face Dean. “Do I hear something like modesty coming out of your mouth?”
“What can I say,” Dean smirked. “I’m getting humble in my old age.”
John reached out and caressed the pendent around Deans’ neck, “Do you remember when I gave this to you?”
“Of course,” Dean replied feeling his face flushing at his father’s intimate gesture. “You gave it to me on my twenty-first birthday making me swear to never take it off.”
“And you haven’t taken it off, have you?”
“Of course not, but I wish you would tell me why you gave it to me,” Dean pleaded.
“All I can tell you is that it is for protection,” John replied. “I was given it by another hunter that swore up and down that it had some sort of magical powers and that I should give it to you once you turned twenty-one.”
“You have no idea what it’s protecting me from?” Dean asked in curiosity.
“I haven’t been able to find any research on it and I haven’t heard from David in years,” John replied looking at the pattern on the pendent.
“So it might not be anything,” Dean offered. “But, why take the chance, right?”
“Exactly,” John softly smiled staring intently into Dean’s beckoning eyes. “I want to kiss you so bad right now, but I know that I have to wait…”
John was interrupted by Dean’s mouth attacking his own mouth. Dean forced his tongue down his father’s throat and wrapped his arms around his father’s neck. “Consider this an invite,” Dean managed to say before assaulting John’s mouth again with a bruising kiss. Dean jumped up, wrapped his legs around John’s waist, and began moaning into John’s mouth, “I want you so fucking bad.” John felt like a seal being swallowed whole by a Great White as his son forcefully stole the breath from his body.
“Dean,” John managed to say before Dean slipped his tongue into his mouth again. He held on tightly to Dean’s ass as he Dean grinded his body up against his, “Are you sure about this?”
Dean excitingly rubbed his throbbing crotch up against his father’s begging for contact, “Yes, definitely…want it bad.”
John couldn’t help but to smile around Dean’s kisses, “Baby, you’re going to have to take it down a notch unless you want to shoot cum in your jeans.”
“I could think of worse things to happen,” Dean whimpered as his aching cock begged for release. “I can’t stop myself…it has a mind of its own.”
John let Dean shove his tongue into his mouth again, and he licked and sucked on that sinful tongue and lips until he felt his own release approaching. “That’s enough Dean…baby, please let me slow this down a bit.”
Dean looked at his father poignantly, “My terms, remember? And if I want to shoot jizz in my pants than that’s what I’m going to get.”
John let out a low sexy laugh, “You’re right, and if that’s what you want, than so be it.” He pulled Dean’s crotch closer to his own and began encouraging his son to do what he pleased, “That’s it baby. Shoot that yummy hotness in your pants.”
Dean abruptly pulled his face clear from his father’s, “When you put it that way, maybe it’s not so appealing.” Dean let his legs relax and he stood back on the floor, “Besides, I’d rather shoot my yummy hotness into your mouth, if that’s okay with you?”
“Are you fucking kidding me here?” John gawked. “Take those damn pants off and I’ll have you spilling your cum in my mouth in no time.” Dean had missed his father’s mischievousness and practically ripped his jeans off causing himself to trip on his own boots in the process, but John grabbed his arm and supported him until he was able to kick off his boots. “Slow it down there a little bit before you hurt yourself; it’s only a blowjob.”
Dean looked at his father like he had grown an extra head, “Only a blowjob?”
“Yeah, it’s not like you can’t get one anytime you want it,” John grinned escorting Dean to the bed.
“Dad,” Dean began as he sat down on the edge of the bed. “I haven’t been sleeping around these last six months. I’ve been…God I hate to admit this, but…I been celibate since you left except for the daily hand job in the bathroom.”
John rubbed his hands up and down Dean’s naked thighs affectionately, “Why would you do that Dean? You have so much to offer others.”
“Because I love you, and I didn’t want anyone else touching me,” Dean admitted. “And let’s not forget that I was physically and mentally incapable of being intimate with anyone for a month or so.”
John chewed on his lips in thought. Of course Dean would need time to recover from the demon’s assault, “I’m such an idiot. I should have realized that on my own.”
Dean felt his erection flagging, “Can we talk about this later? All I want right now is for you to suck me off, is that clear?”
“Bossy much,” John asked playfully as he stroked Dean’s prick back to hardness. “I want to taste you so bad.”
Dean leaned back on the bed on his elbows, “Then taste away.”
John spat on Dean’s cock and began rubbing the wetness into his son’s flesh, “You like that don’t you?”
Dean watched in fascination as his father licked the head of his cock and sucked tenderly on the sensitive flesh, “We don’t have all day old man. I thought you said that you would have me squirting down your throat in no time?”
John looked up at Dean noticing the twinkle of playfulness in his eyes, “Start counting backwards from one-hundred.”
“What?” Dean asked skeptically.
John pushed Dean’s shirt up. “Trust me,” he whispered onto his son’s flat golden belly. “Just count backwards for me.”
Dean continued staring down at his father in doubt but began counting, “100, 99, 98…Jesus, fuck!”
John smiled around Dean’s cock as he deep-throated the hard column of flesh. “Keep counting”, he mumbled.
Dean felt his heart racing and his testicles tingling as his father attempted to suck the cum out of his weeping cock. “97, 96…91, oh fuck me, 87…you’re so fucking good…81.”
John found it amusing that Dean couldn’t even count coherently while he was getting his dick sucked, “You can do better than that Dean.”
“Who told you to talk? Keep sucking me,” Dean demanded. “75, 74…holy shit, that’s it…sixty-fucking-nine!”
John felt the warm thick release jettisoning into his waiting mouth and held onto Dean’s hips firmly as his son arched his back in ecstasy. The moans and pleas coming from Dean’s wicked mouth was too much to bear, so he reached to take out his own cock from the confines of his jeans. “You get me so fucking hot Dean.”
Dean watched in a haze of pleasure as his father stroked his own manhood, “Want me to help you with that?”
“Please,” John begged watching as Dean sat up and reached out for him. “I just need a few tugs and it’ll be over.”
Dean grabbed his father’s thick prick and licked and sucked slowly on the head while caressing the other man’s scrotum, “Feed me…I’m fucking starving.”
John felt his knees going out and supported his weight by placing his hands on Dean’s shoulders, “Are you trying to kill me here?”
Dean looked up at his father through long eyelashes, “No, I’m trying to suck you dry.”
A sharp spasm in John’s body told Dean that his father was close, so he licked once again at the red weeping tip and smiled in pleasure as he felt the milky seed pulsating into his eager mouth. Dean graciously drank every last drop of his father’s essence making sure not to waste one drop of the precious life-giving fluid.
John felt on the urge of collapsing as the tendrils of pleasure still shot through his heavy balls; the very balls Dean was currently sucking on. “Dean, we can do this on your terms any day…that was fucking incredible.”
Dean stopped lapping at his father’s scrotum and smiled, “Worked for me too.” Dean laid back down on the bed running his hands up and down his stomach, “Where did you learn that count backwards trick?”
“I just made it up,” John confessed lying down beside Dean. “Maybe next time you’ll make it past sixty-nine.”
Dean could feel the bed shaking from his father’s silent laughter, “Keep insulting me and there won’t be a next time.” Dean smiled in amusement when his father got still and didn’t make a sound, “That got your attention, didn’t it?”
John rolled over on his side and kissed Dean gently on the lips, “You always have my attention baby.”
Dean rolled his eyes at the cheesy comment, “Listen, can you hear it?”
John listened intently but heard nothing, “I don’t hear anything.”
“Listen closely,” Dean instructed.
John stared into Dean’s eyes wondering if Dean had developed super hearing abilities over the last six months, “Dean, I don’t hear anything but the traffic outside.”
Dean smiled brightly, “It’s your theme song Richard…love lifts us up where we belong, where the eagles fly, on a mount…”
John put his hand over Dean’s mouth stopping his son from singing anymore of the hideous song, “Shut it you little brat.” Dean was laughing behind his father’s hand and trying to bite it affectionately, “You bite me you little shit and I will spank you.” Dean’s brows arched in surprise and he wiggled on the bed in excitement. “You’d like that wouldn’t you Dean. Want Daddy to spank you for being a bad boy?” Dean moaned behind his father’s hand and closed his eyes in obvious desire, “You want me to make that sweet ass of yours all red and hot, don’t you?”
Before Dean could respond, his cell phone rang. John immediately let Dean go so that he could answer the phone. Dean bent over the bed giving John a birds-eye view of his lovely backside and reached for his pants to get his phone. “This better be good Sammy.”
Sam rolled his eyes recognizing the ‘I’m having sex and you just interrupted me’ tone in Dean’s voice, “That didn’t take long.”
“Excuse me,” Dean asked laying back down on the bed.
“Nothing…I just wanted to let you know that I’ve been to four houses so far, but I haven’t gotten any visions yet.” Sam clenched his fists in anger hoping that he didn’t see his father anytime soon. It was obvious that the older man had pressured Dean into sex because he knew for a fact that Dean wouldn’t have made the first move so fast; not after everything he had been through.
“Well, keep looking little bro. Dad and I will keep doing research and catching up on old times,” Dean casually replied while turning over onto his belly so his father could caress his soft perky ass.
“I don’t think so Dean,” Sam replied angrily staring at the house he was staking out. “If you think that I am going to spend all night alone outside sneaking around peoples’ homes while you and Dad swallow each other’s tongues, you got another thing coming.”
Dean was surprised by Sam’s perceptiveness, “Who said anything about us kissing, and besides, you wanted me to come back here and talk to him, why the sudden change in attitude?”
Sam ran his hand through his hair in frustration, “I don’t know. I just don’t want to see you get hurt again.”
“Sam, I promise you that nothing will happen that I don’t want to happen,” Dean reassured his brother, “And now that you’ve ruined my mood, tell me where you are and we’ll meet up with you.”
“1810 Daniels Street,” Sam quickly responded not wanting to give Dean a chance to reconsider. “I’ll wait for you.”
Dean ended the call, tossed the phone onto the floor, and looked at his father. “Sorry about that, he’s just being protective of me.”
“It’s alright,” John reasoned. “He has every right in the world to keep me away from you.”
“Maybe, but I don’t want to stay away from you,” Dean whispered as he kissed his father once again. “I guess we need to head over towards Daniels Street.”
John reluctantly let Dean get up from the bed to get dressed, “Not really sure what all three of us can do since we don’t know where the demon’s going to hit next.”
“I know, but I didn’t want Francis getting his panties all in a wad and sometimes it’s just easier to appease him than to argue with him,” Dean remarked looking into the mirror while zipping up his pants. He looked at his father’s reflection in the mirror noting how happy the older man looked, “When this is all over with, you are going to let me stay with you, right?”
John walked over towards the mirror, placed his hands on Dean’s shoulders, and squeezed them gently. “What about Sam?”
“He’ll have to deal with us or go back to Stanford…back to his normal life,” Dean snapped. “I’m tired of living my life for other people. I just want to be happy for a change on my own terms.”
John kissed Dean’s cheek tenderly, “Then you can stay with me if you want and hopefully Sammy will stay with us too.”
“Yeah, let’s hope so,” Dean added as his phone rang once again. He bent over and picked the phone off the floor, “We’re on our way Sammy.”
“Dean, this is the house…it’s here,” Sam cried in pain as a searing vision took place in is head. “It’s not here for a baby Dean, its here for us…it brought us here on purpose, Dean!”
Dean clenched the phone in fear, “Sam! Sam, answer me!”
John grabbed the keys and shuffled Dean out the door towards the truck, “Get in the truck Dean!”
Dean managed to open the door and jump inside the truck, “Sammy, please answer me…are you still there?”
John clenched the steering wheel tightly and peeled out of the parking lot staring off and on at Dean who was holding the phone numbly calling after his baby brother. “Dean, I’m sure he’s just passed out in pain in the car or something.”
Dean looked over at his father hoping that the older man was right, “And what if that bastard has him?”
“Then, we’ll get him back. We have the Colt, we have one bullet left, we…”John began.
“No we don’t, remember? Sam took off in the Impala with the Colt,” Dean replied. “For all we know, that bastard has already found the gun and is eating Sam’s intestines for a snack.”
“Jesus, take it easy Dean.” John pleaded. “I think that you’re over-reacting here.”
“Dad, Sam told me that the demon is here after us not for some random baby, so don’t tell me that I’m over-reacting like some girl!”
“I didn’t mean to insult you Dean. I just need for you calm down and let’s take this one step at a time,” John patiently replied. “You’ve told me yourself that these visions can cause Sam to lose consciousness at times if the pain is severe enough, and I heard him screaming for you through the phone, so I’m guessing that the pain was excruciating.”
“I hope you’re right,” Dean whispered holding the phone tightly to his ear listening for some sign of Sam’s presence. “Sammy, please answer me…let me know you’re okay.” Dean looked on at the road as his father raced towards Sam wondering if the cosmos got great joy out of seeing him suffer, but he knew deep down that pain and loss were just in the Winchester genes, “You ever wonder what this family did to deserve such shit to be dumped on them?”
John stole a glance at his son, squeezed Dean’s thigh in affection, and frowned, “Every damn day Dean…every damn day.”
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