Deadly Temptation

Title: Deadly Temptation Part XXV
Author: Darkestangel
Summary: Sam’s desires begin to get the better of him
Author’s Website: www.darknessprevails.com
Comments: darkestangel@darknessprevails.com
Archive: Yes, to Supernatural archive, yes to others with permission
Warnings: crude language, violence, non-con, WINCEST
Pairing: Dean/OMC, Dean/Sam, Dean/John
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: mentions of Pilot, Skin, Home, and Asylum
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 slash stories and this one is no exception so consider this as a warning. I decided to add some Wincest into the mix but it is definitely a forced situation.
2. This is Part XXV of a series and the warnings apply for the series not just for this installment. I began writing this series in November of 2005 after Asylum aired on television.
3. My vampires are inspired by Anne Rice and Joss Whedon.
4. Dreams are in italics.
5. Just an extra warning here. This is a brutal installment in my opinion not meant for the faint of heart. Sam is out of control and remembering a certain altercation from the Asylum episode.

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Parkersburg, West Virginia-2AM

John sat at the small motel room table scanning the Internet for any signs of the vampire’s movement but found none. The gas attendant in the Parkersburg morgue had definitely been killed by a vampire, and John was unclear on where to head next. If the vamps were smart, they would have gotten off Interstate 77 which headed up towards Lake Erie, and instead head west or back down south. For all John knew, the vampires could have already arranged for a way out of the country. He knew that passports wouldn’t be needed if Christian wanted out bad enough. John pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration, “What the hell am I supposed to do now?”

Sam had stepped out of the bathroom and overheard his father’s question, “We’ll get a fresh start in the morning. We just need some rest and we’ll be able to work this out.”

John looked over at his son who was dressed in a green t-shirt and grey boxers, “There’s nothing new on the Internet Sam. The trail is cold. They could be anywhere.”

Sam pulled down the cover on his bed yawning, “Maybe something will pop up in the morning. Vamp victims can be hard to spot at night if they’ve hidden them.”

John closed the laptop and stood up, “We shouldn’t have stopped at this place to rest, but you look so damn exhausted.”

Sam slid underneath the sheets and pulled the cover over his tired body, “We both are. We’re no good to Dean in this condition. We’ll just end up getting ourselves killed.”

John sat down on the edge of his own bed and took off his shoes. “They really did a number on that poor bastard,” John commented remembering the gruesome sight they had seen earlier in the morgue. “It had to be one of the younger ones who did that.”

Sam turned on his side to face his father, “Most likely; it’s not like I’m on a friendship level with Christian, but he seems to be in control of his blood lust for the most part.”

“Yeah, except for Dean’s blood,” John sadly commented.

Sam clenched his jaw in jealousy, “Christian won’t get to keep Dean. We’ll get him back.”

John looked deeply into his son’s eyes seeing right through the hidden innuendo. Sam wanted Dean for himself, “Yeah, we’ll get him back and then what?”

Sam shrugged, “What do you mean? We’ll patch him up get him some help if he needs it…”

“That’s not what I’m talking about Sam,” John interrupted. “What are your plans for Dean? If you think that I’m going to let you use this trauma to your advantage you got another thing coming.”

“What kind of asshole do you think I am?” Sam asked. “I’m not some dick head that’s going to pressure Dean into something he’s not ready for.”

“He shouldn’t even have to contend with your…you know your, whatever you want to call them,” John remarked in undisguised disgust.

Sam sat up abruptly swinging his legs off the bed, “You mean my sick perverted desires?”

“Jesus Sam, he’s your fucking brother that doesn’t seem perverted to you?”

Sam sighed heavily, “I thought we weren’t even going to talk about this until we found Dean.”

John looked down at the floor rubbing his hands together trying to follow Missouri’s advice but it was difficult to say the least, “I know we did, and like I told you earlier I don’t hate you for what’s happened, but I can’t exactly give you my blessing, if you know what I mean?”

“I understand that,” Sam began. “But just for the record, I’m not Dean and I don’t follow all your orders; especially since you basically kicked me out of the family.”

John stood up and looked down angrily at his defiant son, “This isn’t an order Sam. This is me telling you that you will respect your brother and give him time to adjust before you start worming your way into his bed.”

“Worming,” Sam smirked. “You make me sound like some sort of leech.”

“Yeah, a leech that’s no better than that fucking vampire,” John snarled.

Sam stood up quickly in a frenzy, “You’re not exactly Father of the Year yourself.”

“Yeah that’s right Sam, always throwing that shit in my face. I would have thought four years of college would have given you some better material to abuse me with.”

“Is this really what you want to do now? Fight each other rather than helping Dean?” Sam asked trying to control his anger; fighting the urge to attack his father.

John let his shoulders relax, “No, but I want to make sure that Dean is protected from you as well.”

Sam couldn’t help but to laugh, “You really think that I would hurt Dean? Force him to something he doesn’t want to do?”

“You’ve already done that, remember?”

“Christian didn’t give me a choice,” Sam defensively replied. “But I would never do that again.”

“Sam, I don’t know what you’re capable of anymore. Do you honestly trust yourself to be around Dean right now? Can you control these urges?”

Sam dropped back down to the bed in defeat, “I can.”

John remained standing but moved closer to his son’s bed, “You don’t sound too sure.”

Sam looked up at his father, “I’m not a monster Dad, and if I do feel like I can’t control myself than I’ll…”

“You’ll what Sam?”

“I’ll leave,” Sam whispered.

“He’d never forgive you if you left him again,” John revealed. “He was devastated when you left for college.”

Sam’s brows arched in surprise, “He never told me that. I mean, I knew he was pissed and missed me, but devastated?”

John sat down beside Sam on the bed, “Sam, your brother can be quite sensitive incase you haven’t noticed. He likes to play it off, but deep down Dean is a very emotional person with some major issues.”

“Issues like mom and stuff?” Sam asked in concern.

John was surprised by Sam’s lack of understanding of his brother’s personality, “Sam, how can you two be so close and not know each other?”

“He keeps this wall up with me. Sometimes, I think he wants to protect me from the bad things, and he’s afraid that if he shows fear or weakness then I’ll think less of him…I just wish he would be more open to me.”

John frowned, “You’re right, he is afraid to show weakness, afraid of being alone, afraid of being abandoned, and neither one of us has done a stellar job of alleviating those fears.”

Sam chewed on his bottom lip in thought, “And that fucking vampire is using his fears against him.”

“Christian has offered him something neither one of us has…an eternal love, as twisted as it is, with no fear of being abandoned. All we’ve done for Dean is to leave him, bark orders at him, and make him shoulder our pain and our need for revenge.”

Sam closed his eyes and rubbed his forehead with his hand, “When you say it like that, we’re not much incentive for Dean to fight Christian are we?”

“No, but we can still fix this Sam. We can still save Dean and try to undo the damage we’ve done to him.”

“And my needs,” Sam hesitantly asked.

John grimaced even thinking about his two sons becoming lovers, “I’m not going to be your cheering section, and I’m not going to lie and say that I would be pleased if you became intimate with Dean, but I would be willing to let Dean make that choice if you promise me that you won’t treat him like you did in that basement in Greensboro.”

“I can do that,” Sam replied smiling softly.

“Sam I mean it, I don’t want to see you treating your brother like some cheap whore. I would only let this happen if you love him the way he deserves.”

Sam lips twisted in amusement, “Not sure you could actually stop me if I chose to not follow your command, but I’ll play nice, I promise.”

John felt his nostrils flaring in renewed anger, “I could stop you boy. I’ll do anything to protect Dean.”

“I guess you should have thought about that before you kicked me out of the family and abandoned him in New Orleans,” Sam wickedly grinned.

Nothing would have pleased John more than to strike out at his son, but he reigned in his anger, “Again, we’ve both made mistakes, and we can agree to disagree for the moment. We don’t even know if he’s still human.”

Sam swallowed hard, “He has to be.”

“Then let’s focus on that fact instead of this other stuff, agreed?” John anxiously asked.

“Yeah, but this issue isn’t going to conveniently disappear just because you want it to,” Sam calmly stated.

John shook his head in disbelief at Sam’s determination, “Understood.”

“Glad that’s settled,” Sam commented. “Why don’t you go take a shower and get some sleep?”

John grabbed his duffle bag and headed for the bathroom, “We’ll find him Sammy, I promise.”

Sam ignored his father and instead listened as the bathroom door closed. He wasn’t sure what to make from the conflict with his father. On one hand, he agreed that Dean needed a loving tender relationship without the kink, but on the other hand, he sensed that Dean needed more than that. Obviously, the vampire had figured this out about Dean early on, why else would Christian use this method to entice Dean? Regardless, he didn’t think that it was his father’s right to make Dean’s decisions for him. It was quite possible that Dean would never want to be touched by him again, but if there was even the slightest chance Dean would have him, Sam would fight to make it happen. No one would get in the way of him making Dean happy. He was determined to make things up to Dean, and he would be willing to give Dean anything he wanted, even if his father objected.

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Port Hope, Canada-4AM

Christian snuggled up against Dean in the bed holding him tightly never wanting to let go, “Are you sore?”

Dean was on his side with his head rested on Christian’s chest, “My ass? Yeah, a little, but I’ll survive.”

“That’s good to hear. Believe it or not Dmitry has an even more ferocious sexual appetite than myself, and he will most likely want to claim you again tomorrow night, and trust me, my Sire does not take no for an answer.”

“I won’t fight him. My face will be a reminder of Dmitry’s rage for a few days,” Dean replied.

Christian laughed softly, “Dean, that wasn’t Dmitry in a rage. He was just playing with you. Seeing how tough you were.”

Dean’s eyes went wide, “That was him being in a good mood?”

Christian kissed the top of Dean’s head, “Exuberant would be a better description.”

“Please tell me you’re shitting me,” Dean pleaded.

“I’m not kidding with you Dean and watch your language,” Christian warned. “I’ve already told you that Dmitry does not have the patience for defiance or disobedience, but if it’s any consolation to you, he truly adores you.”

Dean ran his hand softly over Christian’s chest, “That’s good to here I suppose.”

“It’s definitely good news for you. It means he most likely won’t kill you unless you really upset him,” Christian began. “And I just know you’ll behave from now on won’t you?”

“I’ll definitely try harder,” Dean grinned but winced in pain. “Ouch, it hurts even to grin.”

“Soon you will be able to heal from damage like this in one night. I could give you my kiss now and you would be healed by tomorrow night,” Christian whispered. “Would you like that Dean?”

Dean’s hand on Christian’s chest froze in panic, “I thought you wouldn’t do it until you were hundred percent?”

“I’m close enough,” Christian smiled sensing the human’s hesitation. “Perhaps though, it would be best for me to get a feeding or two from Dmitry just to make sure that I am at my strongest.”

“That sounds like a plan,” Dean cheered.

“It is important that I be strong for you Dean,” the vampire began explaining. “My weakness would cause your own transition from human to immortal to be less than satisfactory.”

“You mean I would be a weak vampire?” Dean asked curiosity getting the best of him.

“Weaker than Marco and Michel, but still stronger than others of our Kind, but I don’t want that for you.”

“What do you want?” Dean probed.

“You will become part of a powerful clan headed up by my Grandsire, and he does not tolerate weakness,” Christian explained. “If he senses weakness because of something I have done he would have the right to destroy us both.”

“Talk about double jeopardy,” Dean observed.

“I suppose, but it is his right as leader of the clan,” the vampire remarked. “What I want for you is to be the strongest you can be so that others in the clan will fear you. Stefan was quite powerful, so I know my blood will give you that same strength.”

“Okay…but why do I feel like you’re leaving something out?” Dean asked staring off into the darkness wishing that he could see Christian’s face.

Christian sighed heavily, “I fear that you will still be a target regardless of your strength.”

“Why would vampires kill off each other?” Dean asked filled with confusion. “Is it to protect the food supply?”

“It is traditional to kill the weaker so as to insure adequate food, but there are other reasons; such as clan disputes, mixing of the bloodlines, and sometimes the oldest of our Kind feel that they have the right to take a Childe from their Sire and claim them as their own.”

Dean felt the familiar feeling of dread retuning, “You mean they could take me away from you?”

“It could happen. It’s only happened four times in the last three hundred years but it is possible.”

“Why would they do that?” Dean asked.

“To show their dominance to the clan, and if the Sire refuses to relinquish their Childe they suffer a horrific death,” Christian winced.

Dean wished the vampire would give more details on how the other vampires were killed, “You think these old farts would want to take me away from you?”

“Dean, you are beautiful, charismatic, enticing, and intelligent, what’s not to like?” Christian asked grinning.

“How many elders are there in the clan and where are they mostly located, Eastern Europe?”

Christian ran his hand up Dean’s shoulder, “You’re always the hunter aren’t you?”

“I’m just asking Christian.”

“Of course you are Dean. It would never enter your pretty little head to dig for information that could benefit you in the future,” Christian sarcastically remarked.

“I’m not Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I can’t take on an entire clan of vamps…I just wanted to learn something about my future family.”

Christian sighed, “I will tell you that the Grandsire is over a thousand years old and nothing you have would kill him.”

“Over a thousand years old? You mean he was made like during the Crusades or something?” Dean asked incredulously.

Christian did the mental math in his head, “Yes, I suppose he was.”

“And Dmitry,” Dean queried.

“I will answer this one last question and then you will go to sleep. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” Dean meekly answered.

Christian tenderly ran his hand down Dean’s back thinking fondly of his Sire, “Dmitry was created in a small village in western Russia in the year 1490, and he is wiser, stronger, and more deadly than I could ever hope to be.”

“And you, where and when were you created?” Dean asked.

“Go to sleep my little hunter, and perhaps tomorrow night I will tell you the story of my creation,” Christian commanded.

“Christian?”

“What is it Dean?” Dean growled in aggravation.

“Are you still going to let me call my family to make sure that they are alive?”

“You believe that I killed them rather than releasing them?” the vampire asked aggravation quickly turning to anger.

“No, I just wanted to know if you were going to keep your promise. I’m trying to uphold my end of the bargain and I expect the same from you.”

“The bargain…I almost forgot that this is all an act for you…You’re only being semi-cooperative because of the bargain we made. You don’t feel anything for me do you?” Christian despondently asked.

“Talk about sticking your foot in your mouth, “Dean mumbled to himself. “Christian, I don’t know what to say to you. I feel so many things when I’m around you; desire, passion, out of control, yet I have a sense of being complete for the first time in my life when I’m around you.”

“Is that all?” the vampire probed.

“No,” Dean answered. “There’s also a sense of awe, love on some level,” Dean admitted to the vampire, “But there’s also hatred and fear.”

Instead of being distraught, Christian felt relief, “As long as there is some love, I can tolerate the rest.”

“Are you serious?”

“Very much so; the feelings you have described are what most vampires feel for their Sire. The dynamic of a Childe and Sire relationship has to have control and submission, fear and awe, and even love and hate.” Christian pulled Dean in closer towards his chest, “Achieving that dynamic has been my goal all along. It’s the only way I can assure that you will be a trusting Childe who won’t kill me when I’m sleeping; yet you will always hold back a piece of yourself from me so that you will have a sense of power in our relationship.”

Dean was impressed, “That was your goal the whole time? You calculated every move so that you achieve this dynamic with me?”

“Yes, there were a couple of unexpected obstacles thrown out me, but you did everything I expected, with the exception of encouraging your brother to kill me of course.”

Dean cleared his throat. “Yeah…sorry about that whole burning you alive incident.”

“I have forgiven you for that. I now realize the mistake I made, but I can assure you I have learned from that mistake,” Christian hinted.

“And what mistake would that be,” Dean asked.

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” the vampire teased. “Now close your eyes and go to sleep. If you don’t I will drag you down to the basement and chain you to a wall for the next three days without food or water.”

“Okay, okay, God, must you always be so demanding?”

“Yes, and you will just have to learn to deal with it Precious,” Christian informed Dean before closing his eyes for some much needed rest.

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Parkersburg, West Virginia-4AM

Sam looked around the decrypted room wondering how he had gotten back to the Roosevelt Asylum. He was looking down at Dean who was squatting down noting the air coming from behind the wall of Ellicott’s secret operating room.

“There’s a door here,” Dean informed Sam.

Sam pointed the gun filled with rock salt at his brother filled with an uncontrollable rage, “Dean,” Sam began wiping away the thin trail of blood coming from his nose, “Step away from the door.”

Dean stood up and looked at his brother, saw the gun pointed at him, and held up his hands in defense, “Sam, put the gun down.”

“Is that an order?” Sam hotly asked.

“More like a friendly request,” Dean reasoned.

Sam licked at the blood that had fallen on his lip, “Because I’m getting pretty sick of taking your orders.”

Dean watched as the blood leaked from Sam’s nose and observed Sam’s anger stance, “I knew it; Ellicott did something to you didn’t he?”

Sam’s felt the wrath building inside tempting him to attack his older brother, “For once in your life just shut your mouth!”

Dean shrugged, “What are you going to do Sam? The gun is loaded with rock salt it can’t kill me.”

Sam evilly smiled, “I’m not going to kill you Dean, but you’re going to wish I had.” He grabbed for Dean who sidestepped and avoided the initial assault, “Time to show you that you’re not in charge of me.”

“Dude, fight this. Ellicott’s done this to you,” Dean pleaded as he waited anxiously for Sam’s next move.

“The only thing Ellicott has done to me is to help me to see the truth,” Sam remarked as he lunged at Dean. He managed to get the smaller man by the jacket and tripped Dean with his long legs causing Dean to fall to his knees on the floor. “Now it’s your turn to see the truth,” Sam threatened as he stood over his kneeling brother, placed the gun’s long barrel up against Dean’s neck, and began applying pressure, “Time for you to understand who’s in control.”

Dean grabbed the barrel of the gun trying to push it away, keep it from crushing his windpipe. “I thought you said you weren’t going to kill me,” Dean struggled to say as the barrel pushed harder into his throat.

Sam knew exactly how much pressure to apply so that he wouldn’t kill his brother, “I just want to stun you a little…be a little more docile for me.”

Dean pushed on the barrel with all his might trying to dislodge the cold metal, “Sammy, please…”

“Shut up! You don’t get to ask me for anything ever again!” Sam yelled. He knelt down behind his brother and placed his body close to Dean’s back, “After tonight, you’ll never order me around again.”

Dean’s body stilled when he felt Sam’s heated whispers on the back of his neck, “Sam, you don’t want to do this.”

Sam pressed his crotch into Dean’s ass, “I’ve wanted to do this to you forever big brother.”

Dean’s eyes opened wide in shock at Sam’s obvious excitement at his ass, “Sam, get the fuck off me!”

Sam growled low in his throat and pressed harder on Dean’s neck with the barrel of the gun, “Don’t fucking order me around Dean!” Sam had been playing with Dean before, but now he was truly cutting off Dean’s air supply. He smiled wildly as his brother struggled to get away, “That’s it Dean, rub up against my dick, it only makes me want you even more.”

Sam silently counted the seconds down in his head calculating how long he could deprive Dean of air and not kill him. He began recognizing the signs of weakening on Dean’s part, “Almost there Dean.” He didn’t release the pressure on Dean’s neck until he saw Dean’s head beginning to sway to the side. He removed the gun and watched as Dean collapsed onto the floor on the edge of unconsciousness, “That’s better.”

Dean rested on the filthy floor on his stomach too tired to move. His vision was cloudy and his breathing was shallow, and he felt on the verge of passing out. He could feel the pressure of Sam pressing his crotch into his ass once again, “Don’t do this Sam. I’m your brother for God’s sake.”

Sam sat on his knees with Dean’s body in between his legs, “That didn’t stop you from bossing me around like a fucking dog my whole life.”

Dean was utterly confused by Sam’s accusations, “Sam, I was trying to protect you.”

“Yeah, right,” Sam sneered as he placed his large hand on the back of Dean’s neck and pressed Dean’s face into the floor. “Looks like I’m not the one who needs protecting anymore.”

Dean had his face turned to the side wincing in pain as Sam shoved him hard into the floor, “Let me up Sam, and I’ll just fucking leave you alone, let you go back to Stanford, alright?”

Sam reached underneath Dean’s body and began unbuckling his brother’s belt buckle, “Too late for that Dean. You came back, got Jess killed, and now I’m with you until we get the bastard who killed her.”

Dean felt Sam yanking at his jeans and he truly began to panic, “Sam, I didn’t get Jess killed, you said yourself that you had dreamt about her death for days, so it would have happened with or without my interference. The only difference would be that you would most likely be dead too.”

Sam jerked Dean’s jeans and boxers down over his firm ass with one hand and licked his lips, “Good thing I’m not dead or I wouldn’t be able to do this would I?”

Dean started getting some of his strength back and began struggling against Sam’s body, “I swear to God I will kill you if you touch me!”

Sam continued to hold Dean down by the neck and cruelly laughed, “Whatever Dean, you know you’ve wanted this for years, so don’t even try to deny it.”

“That’s just nine kinds of crazy,” Dean began. “I have never thought about you like this.”

Sam pushed Dean’s jeans down to his knees and began unbuttoning his own jeans, “Maybe not me per say, but I know for a fact you like taking it up the ass. You give it up all the time to other guys, so I figure it’s time for me to get some.”

“Sam…,” Dean began.

“Say another word and I will shove my cock down your throat and choke you on it,” Sam warned through clenched teeth. He pushed his own jeans down to his knees, slicked his long thick cock with spit, lined up his cock with Dean’s asshole and began pushing in, “This is going to hurt like hell in this position but you don’t really leave me a whole lot of choice.”

Because Sam was straddling his body, Dean was able to slightly lift his hips off the floor in an attempt to make Sam’s entry a little easier, but it still hurt like a bitch as his own brother pushed inside his resisting walls. Dean bit down on his lips struggling to keep his mouth closed as Sam had ordered, and he closed his eyes as the pain shot through his body in waves.

Sam’s dick was also aching in pain while he tried to bulldoze himself inside Dean’s resistant body. He wanted a better position, but he couldn’t trust Dean not to take advantage, “Open up for me you stupid bitch!”

“I’m trying you fucking sadist!” Dean exclaimed. “Maybe if you would actually take my jeans off I would be able to spread my legs.”

Sam stilled and he sighed heavily, “Can’t you even let me fuck you without ordering me around?”

“You’re fucking splitting my ass in two Sam,” Dean began. “I’ll let you fuck me if that’s what you want but do it right.”

“I knew you were hot for me,” Sam smiled as he shoved in hard inside Dean’s dry passage.

“Fuck!” Dean screamed. “You’re fucking hurting me!”

“That’s the idea Dean,” Sam laughed as he pushed in farther into Dean’s body. “I have to show you that you don’t control me.”

Dean was having problems breathing from both Sam’s weight on his neck and the searing pain caused by the steel-hard prick tearing him in two, “God please…Sam, I love you…please don’t do this to me.”

Sam closed his eyes as he finally found himself buried to the hilt inside Dean’s tight body, “I love you too Dean, but this isn’t about love.” He pulled almost all the way out and saw a light coating of blood on his dick and snickered, “This is about me gaining control and you losing it.” Sam slammed back inside the torn passage enjoying every grunt of pain he heard coming out of Dean’s mouth.

Dean felt on the brink of unconsciousness as his own brother brutalized his body. He knew he was torn because he could feel the wetness inside his channel; knew it was blood. He lay limply as Sam took what he wanted unable to fight back, “I hope you’re enjoying yourself Sam.”

Sam began to build up momentum thrusting in and out of Dean’s body, “I’ve had better.”

“Excuse me?”

“You could at least act like you’re enjoying this by making some noises,” Sam remarked.

“It’s not my fault you’re a lousy lay,” Dean quickly replied.

“Fucking whining cunt,” Sam huffed out angrily. He pulled out of Dean and quickly used both hands to yank Dean’s jeans down to his ankles, “Keep your fucking face on the floor.” He shoved himself in between Dean’s legs, lifted his brother up onto his knees, and spread Dean’s legs as far apart as they would go with the jeans confining his range of motion. He slammed back inside Dean’s hot ass and angled his cock so that he could hit Dean’s inner bundle of nerves, “I better fucking hear some appreciation for my merciful act.”

Dean grunted as Sam hit his prostate, “You fucking sadistic bastard! You want me to beg for it?”

“Tell me how good it feels Dean…tell me you like having my cock up your ass.”

The pleasure of Sam hitting his sweet spot was dulled by the pain radiating from his torn opening, but Dean figured he could fake liking it if it would cause Sam to climax quicker. “Do that again,” he begged.

Sam moaned, “You liked that slut?” Sam gripped Dean’s hips hard and fucked Dean’s brutally hard, “Your hungry hole wants me to fuck it good, doesn’t it?”

“Yeah, give it to me good Sam…fuck my ass.”

“You feel so fucking good on my cock Dean, so fucking hot…want me to shoot my cum inside you?”

Dean closed his eyes feeling the salty tears he had tried to keep locked in coming out, “Please Sam…Give it to me, umm…shoot it inside me baby.”

“Nasty little bitch…sweet piece of ass,” Sam moaned. He arched his back as he felt his warm creamy release coating Dean’s insides, “Fucking beautiful whore…take it all.” Sam jerked as his cock was sucked dry by Dean’s greedy ass, “You fucking loved that didn’t you Dean?”

Dean grunted, “Yeah baby, it was awesome.”

Sam smiled, bent down, and licked a long wet trail up Dean’s neck, “Just want you know that I know you were faking it…but next time it will be better.”

Dean could still feel Sam’s half-hard dick inside him and shivered in shame, “Next time?”

Sam licked at Dean’s earlobe, “You’re mine now…I own you.”

“Get the fuck off him,” a voice yelled from the door.

Both Sam and Dean looked up at the voice “Dad?” they both asked simultaneously.

John took in the scene; Dean had his face shoved into the floor, face wet with tears. Sam was shoved inside Dean’s body smiling triumphantly and it was obvious that what he walked in was not consensual, “Get off of him Sam!”

“Fuck you!” Sam yelled. “I’m not finished with the little cunt just yet.”

John marched over and started pulling at Sam’s shoulder’s, “I am going to kill you Sam!”

“I’d like to see you try old man,” Sam warned as he pushed John off of his shoulders and pushed him onto the floor. Sam stood up, pulled up his jeans, and got into fighting stance, “Dean, you just stay right there. You and I have unfinished business.”

“Dad,” Dean cried, “Sam, no.” Dean watched as the two men circled each other both preparing for an attack. Dean tried to sit up, to get up to stop his family from fighting each other, but his body would not cooperate.

Sam was practically foaming out the mouth anxious to get his hands on the man who had ruined his life. The man who dared to stop him from taking what was rightfully his, “You’re going to pay for ending my fun.”

“Sue me,” John growled.

Sam charged at his father and they both began to wrestle for control. Each man determined to win the battle. John managed to get Sam in a headlock, but Sam twisted his body and flipped John onto the floor on his back. He immediately jumped on the man, straddling his hips, and began punching his father’s face relentlessly hard. Somewhere in the background Sam could hear Dean yelling for him to stop, but he ignored his brother’s agonizing pleas. Sam could hear and feel his father’s cheeks shatter, “Stay the fuck out of my life!”

“Stop Sam, you’re going to kill him,” Dean screamed attempting to crawl over to his family.

Sam looked back over his shoulder, “Stay or your next!” Sam looked down at his father who was spitting up blood, his lips were split, his nose broken, his cheeks crushed, “I wish you had died that night instead of mom.” Sam resumed his fierce beating smiling as John’s blood splattered onto his clothes and onto his face, “Always so fucking depressed and miserable…Well, I’m going to put you out of your misery tonight.”

“Sam!” Dean yelled once again. “Please stop.”

Sam felt his own knuckles breaking as he pulverized his father’s face filled with a power he never knew he had, “Die you mother fucker!” Sam continued to punch John ignoring Dean’s annoying screams until the older man finally stilled and drew in his last shuddering breath of life. Sam looked down at his father’s unrecognizable face breathing hard from his exertion. He looked over his shoulder at Dean who was sobbing like a fucking little girl, “It’s going to be okay Dean. He won’t ever come between us again.” Sam wiped his bloody knuckles on the dead man’s shirt, slowly stood up, and returned his gaze to Dean, “Now, let’s get back to business, shall we?”

Dean shook in uncontrollable fear as his insane brother approached his broken body, “No…”

Sam suddenly sat up in bed, pulse racing, breath labored, and looked over at his father’s bed. He could hear John’s heavy breathing indicating that he was deeply asleep and very much alive. Sam’s hands were trembling as he wiped the light sheen of perspiration from his forehead and his stomach felt like it was doing somersaults. Sam got up out of the bed nearly tripping over the sheets that had tangled around his legs due to the fevered dream and made his way into the bathroom. Once inside, he closed the door, turned on the lights, and turned on the cold tap of the faucet. He rinsed his face and neck off with the cold water trying to calm his panicked body.

“What the fuck was that all about?” Sam asked himself when he looked at his reflection in the mirror. The dream had shaken Sam to the core. Was he really capable of killing his own father just so that he could be with Dean? Was he really that out of control of his urges?

Sam closed the lid on the toilet and sat down to catch his breath. He looked down at his hands still seeing flashes of crimson red on his knuckles as he beat the life out of John Winchester’s body. He could still hear Dean yelling in the background for him to stop, begging for Sam to spare their father’s life. “Jesus Sam, you have got to get a hold of yourself here.” He ran a hand through his long locks of hair pushing them off his forehead, “You are a sick fucker Sam Winchester; raping your brother, killing your father with your bare hands…this is getting out of control.” Visions of Dean in pain and pleading with tears in his eyes flashed before Sam’s eyes and his stomach clenched in protest. Sam scrambled to push the lid up on the toilet and barely made it down to his knees before his supper was wrenched from his body. He heaved uncontrollable until only stomach bile remained and even that eventually came up leaving him nothing but dry heaves. His gut ached from the violent convulsion, and he felt tears of pain and guilt slipping down his cheeks.

“Are you alright Sam?” John asked from behind the closed door.

“Go away,” he whispered. He didn’t want to see his father because he knew that he would freak out with a capital F if he saw John’s face. He could still feel his father’s face being shattered by his own fist; the crunch of bone and cartilage snapping under the pressure of Sam’s assault.

“Sam?” John asked again.

“I think I got sick from that greasy burger we ate for dinner,” Sam lied. “I’ll be out in a minute.”

“Do you need me to get you anything?”

“No, I’m good…just go back to bed. I’m sorry I woke you,” Sam responded. When no reply came from his father, he sighed in relief and flushed the toilet. He stood up slowly feeling like he had just been run over by a semi and washed his face and hands. He took a final look at his reflection in disgust, “You are fucking weak. You will get this under control or you’ll end up losing them both.” Sam knew that he could convince himself of anything if he tried hard enough and this was no exception, “You’re going to kill this fucking vampire; feed him his fangs for breakfast, and then you’re going to let Dean decide what he wants.” Sam took a deep breath and released it slowly, “Now, if I could just convince my subconscious the same thing I’d finally be able to get some damn sleep.”

Sam left the bathroom and quietly slipped back underneath the sheets hoping that the next couple of hours would be dreamless, and he hoped to God that the dream was purely a sick fantasy and not a premonition of what was to come…


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