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Sam unceremoniously dropped to the ground, his back bloodied, green, thick semen dribbling out of his ass to the ground. Dean’s eyes filled when Sam, lost in his pain, whimpered out for Dean and blindly crawled on his hands and knees until he could collapse by Dean’s feet. He left a trail of thick, green ooze on the dirt.

Dean struggled with his bonds, desperate to reach Sam, who clung to Dean’s leg, his eyes glassy with pain. His ass was still exposed, his jeans ruined, torn in back, and Dean got a good look of the brutalized muscular ring, still weakly trying to push out the foreign semen. Sam held Dean’s leg tighter while Dean struggled to saw off the ropes. Dean’s voice was rough, pleading to his little brother not to move as Sam clawed up Dean’s body and tried to stand to help Dean. His jeans were getting soaked as his body trembled when Sam tried, the semen spewed out, oozing down the back of his thighs. Dean begged Sam to stop when Sam collapsed for a second time, his body twitching, and semen still coming out. Sam sobbed, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry” against Dean’s leg. Dean cried when Sam tried again, but the pain was too much. Sam crumbled to the ground and weakly cried out his name in tears.

It was all it took. Dean screamed, pulling at his bonds in a crazed frenzy, the final strand snapping and he dropped to his knees by Sam.

He cradled Sam’s face between his hands, begging Sam to focus on him, to hang in there. Dean took off his jacket, wrapped around the torn jeans. Dean gathered Sam carefully into his arms, reassuring him in a shaky voice. The young man shuddered, his body desperately rejecting the demonic cum, his hips jerking desperately as he tried to empty himself of the green, thick cum, crying to Dean that he could still feel it inside and begged Dean to get it all out. Dean clutched Sam to him, tears dropping as he felt Sam seized with hurt, his anus flexing frantically to empty itself.

Dean struggled to his feet, Sam barely standing with him, walking bow-legged as Dean guided him out of the woods. Dean doubted Sam knew what was happening; his eyes wide with shock, his body spasm as more cum trickled out of his ass, gasping in tears. He whimpered as Dean helped him into the car, settling Sam in the passenger seat and drove as carefully as he could. A pool of cum collected on the passenger seat by the time Dean got Sam to the motel. He only looked at it in despair before supporting his little brother to his bed.

Rolling Sam onto his stomach, Dean swallowed, knowing the next task was the hardest. He placed his palm at the curve of Sam’s back as he peeled back remains of the denim. It clung to Sam’s pale cheeks and he apologized over and over again as it pulled on his buttocks. Dean felt his eyes fill as he saw the drying cum clumping around Sam’s bloody opening. Dean pulled his first aid kit up with shaking hands. Tears fell as Dean thought of what he needed to do next.

Whispering to Sam it was going to be okay, Dean pulled his brother over his thighs. He could feel Sam’s stomach rigid with pain. He placed a palm just on top of Sam’s cleft, whispering to Sam to hold on. Dean uttered a prayer under his breath and then he slowly trickled holy water over his buttocks.

The reaction was instantaneous. Sam arched up from bed, wailing when the holy water mixed with the semen on his buttocks and sizzled as it was purified. Dean silently shed tears as he was forced to hold down Sam over his lap, pouring more water and it washed down between Sam’s cheeks. Sam writhed in place, crying to Dean as the holy water came in contact with tender skin in the anus. Dean brushed back Sam’s bangs, hushing Sam as he wiped his skin down when it appeared all the cuts and tears were cleansed. Dean gingerly probed Sam’s swollen opening before he inserted a thin rubber hose deep into Sam’s rear.

His brother was more aware now, his tears quieted to pained hiccups; he no longer fought Dean, but he shuddered and whimpered as he felt the flexible hose went into his anus. Dean looked at Sam’s pained ones as the younger man took a deep breath before curling his fists around the covers on the bed, bit his lower lip, and nodded fearfully.

Dean slowly poured the holy water in and watched with dread as the small amount traveled down the tubing, into Sam’s ass.

The bloodcurdling screams shook Dean. He immediately jammed a rag into Sam’s mouth, silencing him before he could bite off his tongue. He held down Sam on his lap, throat tightening when he heard the remaining semen inside sizzled and smoked in his brother’s ass. He kept pouring into the tubing, pressing the opening closed when it looked like it might backwash.

Dean shook his head, his eyes red rimmed as he held down Sam, who bucked and writhed over Dean’s thighs, Dean’s hand clamped over Sam when the rag wasn’t enough to block him out. Dean felt like he was worse than the demon as he held Sam down, his ass jerking in the air in sheer agony. The smoke coming out of his rectum still continuous and Dean’s breathing hitched as he was forced to push back in the tubing that was sliding out. Sam’s ass clenched and unclenched as the semen boiled inside him, the tubing kept slipping out until Dean held in place with two fingers. Dean closed his eyes. He couldn’t watch Sam convulse on his lap, crying deep sobs, his fingers clawed blindly on the covers. The bastard demon knew what he was doing when he came inside Sam.

Blood was now trickling out of Sam’s ass. Dean panicked. Was that normal? He squeezed his eyes shut; whispering to a gagged and crying Sam they were almost done. He lied. It took another entire bottle of holy water before Dean was sure there was nothing left. By now, Sam weakly clung to Dean, quivering as Dean carefully extracted the bloody tubing from his rear. Dean settled his brother on his side on top of the bed. Sam laid there, his ass a painful mix of burns, sores, and bruises, too weak to draw another sob in. He shuddered minutely, naked from the waist down when Dean returned and gently inserted a coated finger up his bleeding rectum.

Dean probed the area, shushing Sam as he whimpered and squirmed, bare legs twitching as Dean slipped in his finger to the first knuckle. He felt around the warm, moist chamber. Very carefully, he felt for scales and plucked them out with little fuss as they weren’t sharp, not particularly deep, but it was a lot as he discarded each scale in a bloody pile on the bed. A bit more probing, his eyes burning when Sam cried in pain, Dean found the piece of denim. The piece the demon thrust through when its enormous scaly cock ripped through Sam’s jeans. It didn’t come out easily but when it did, Sam squirmed, feeling it glued with blood, peeling nauseating inside.

Dean pressed two fingers in now to test the inner walls for tears, dismayed when Sam’s anus let him in easily without any resistance. He could have inserted three. Sam was horribly stretched inside, but he didn’t appear to be bleeding anymore. The rectum was tender and swollen and Sam jerked when Dean pressed down to be sure no cum remained. Dean applied ointment with his finger, soothing Sam as it stung inside before it finally numbing the area. Then he gave Sam the strongest painkiller he could find.

Finished, he stripped the rest of Sam’s clothing that rank of his rape. Sam could barely move for Dean to dress him so he just grabbed warm, damp towels and covered Sam’s groin and anus with them. Sam shuddered, breathing calming minutely as the warm towels soothed his swollen genitals.

Dean took his covers off his bed, joined a barely conscious Sam in his and covered them both with the thick blankets. Dean would hunt down Meg’s demon soon enough. Right now, he needed to be there for Sam and brace him before he shattered. He wouldn’t give Meg the satisfaction of her knowing o their falling apart. He pulled Sam in; gently stroking the back of Sam’s head as his brother began to cry, trembling violently as the full effects of the event finally crashed over their heads. Sam tucked under Dean’s chin, his eyes blankly staring out as he relived it all.

Dean stroked Sam’s hair, telling him softly it was over. The horrible pain would vanish and Dean will make sure nothing gets by him and hurt Sam again. Despite being a tall man, Sam felt small and frail in Dean’s arms as he shook, sobbing violently against Dean’s chest, arms slowly snaking around Dean and he clung to his big brother fervently. Dean threw one leg over Sam’s, trapping his baby brother in his embrace. He pulled a naked, shivering Sam against his entire length, stroked his smooth, bare back, quietly talking to him, shushing his little brother when Sam whimpered, holding him until Sam finally fell asleep.