Daddy Dean

Sam woke up before Dean. They had fallen asleep on the bed inside the only bedroom in the entire cabin. The moment Sam’s head was clear of sleepiness, thoughts of leaving entered his mind.



Should he try to escape? What would happen to Dean? How was he thinking of leaving anyway? Didn’t Dean order him not to think about it?



That was yesterday. Sam realized that perhaps Dean’s orders were only so good for a certain amount of time. He had to be sure. He had to try and escape.



Dean was snoring softly, content with his Sammy teddy bear. Sam bit his lower lip and carefully unwrapped Dean’s arm from around him. Dean stirred, muttered something incoherent and swung his arm possessively over his little brother once more. Sam held back a sigh. This was going to be harder than he thought.



If at first you don’t succeed. Sam unwrapped Dean’s arm again. This time, Dean stayed in place. So far so good. Sam crept out of bed and tiptoed away. His hopes soared as he neared the door without his feet stopping by themselves. He could do it. He could escape! His hand reached for the doorknob.



“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?”



Sam’s heart nearly stopped. He turned around and saw Dean sitting up and looking as mean as an angry yellow jacket.



“De-”



“Get your stupid ass back here!”



Sam gulped when his feet moved closer to his pissed off brother. He wanted nothing more than to run the opposite direction. He paused, standing in front of Dean.



“Please. I’m sorry. I was just going to the bathroom.”



“Really? Is that the truth? Tell me honestly.”



A direct order. “No. I was going to run away.”



He was so dead. Dean inhaled sharply, his demon eyes flashing.



“Please Dean. I’m so sorry. I really am.”



The elder brother got off the bed and ordered Sam back on it. Sam sat down, now the roles were reversed as Dean was standing in front of him.



“Am I not giving you enough, Sammy? Is that why you leave so much? I give you everything I have. Why isn’t it still enough?”



He looked so broken after that Sam wanted to reach out for his brother.



“It’s not that Dean. It’s just.”



“What did I tell you to call me?” Dean glared. His hands curled up into fists by his sides. Sam knew he needed to keep his brother from becoming any angrier.



“Daddy. I’m sorry. I love you Daddy.”



Dean’s rage seemed to cool somewhat, signaling that Sam’s efforts were being rewarded. The elder Winchester walked toward the closet and pulled out a box marked ‘For Fun.’ He opened it and inside were things like handcuffs and dildos.



Sam had never seen the box before, even though he had sex with Dean many times before. Dean produced a bottle of lube.



“I really want to use this, Sammy. But after trying to run away, I don’t know if I should.”



No lube? Would Dean really go that far? Sam’s heart sank. They never did anything to that extreme before. He couldn’t even imagine the pain.



“Please D-Daddy. Please don’t hurt me.”



“How are you planning on earning this?” Dean shook the bottle in his hand as a way of indicating it.



Sam thought fast. He had to please Dean, he just had to. He thought about some of Dean’s fantasies that he always wanted to try before he went into Hell. Wanted to try but Sam always said no because they were too weird for him.



He knew what he had to do. He turned around on his knees so that his ass was towards Dean.



God he so didn’t want to do this.



“Daddy. I’ve been bad at school. Please spank me,” Sam’s face grew hot.



He dared himself to look back at Dean and was relieved to find Dean smiling. The elder Winchester pulled down Sam’s boxers and gave his ass a hard slap that nearly made Sam lose his balance. Sam closed his eyes tightly while Dean slapped him again and again.



“What did you do at school?” Dean asked, still spanking.



It was really starting to hurt. Sam winced.



“I called the teacher a slut.”



“Bad Sammy.” Spank. “Very, very bad Sammy. Don’t say such things, even if they are true.”



The hitting stopped, much to Sam’s relief.



“Turn around,” Dean ordered.



Once Sam did, Dean poured the lube onto his hands and set the bottle down.



“Take off your pj’s and then spread your thighs for me.”



Sam’s heart rose to his chest. He took off his sleep shirt and let his boxers fall the rest of the way. He discarded his clothes on the floor, then opened his thighs and raised his legs so Dean could reach. Dean entered a well lubricated finger inside.



“Ah! Dean!” Sam moaned.



“No Sammy,” Dean warned, “That’s not what you call me.”



“Daddy! Daddy!” he screamed again when Dean entered three fingers and began thrusting.



All too soon, Dean withdrew his hand, making Sam feel cold. Dean pulled down his boxers to let loose his hard member.



“Alright Sammy. Get ready for this.”