Time to Heal the Pain
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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
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10
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Part III
Title: Time to Heal the Pain
Part III
Author: Darkestangel
Summary: The demon makes another attempt at revenge
Author’s Website: www.darknessprevails.com
Comments: darkestangel@darknessprevails.com
Archive: Yes, to Supernatural archive, yes to others with permission
Warnings: WINCEST, non-con
Pairing: Dean/John, Dean/Sam
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.
3. This one is a little gruesome and involves a non-con situation. Consider yourself warned.
3. Visions are in italics
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Flagstaff Arizona-6 PM
“Dean, this is the house…it’s here,” Sam cried in pain as a searing vision took place in his head. “It’s not here for a baby Dean, its here for us…it brought us here on purpose, Dean!” Sam slammed his head back into the car seat trying to weather the pain caused by the vision. His head throbbed as the apparition became more gruesome and horrific…
“Don’t you like that Daddy?” Sam asked the man who was in obvious pain. Sam hammered the man’s hand down to the floor with a six-inch long masonry nail. “I know how much you like to nail Dean, so I thought it was only fair that I return the favor.
“Sam, stop!” Dean yelled from the other side of the room. Dean watched in obvious horror as his own brother nailed their father down to the cold floor with no remorse whatsoever.
“I’m doing this for you Dean,” Sam explained as he raised the hammer high into the air and placed a nail in the palm of John’s other hand. “He has to pay for what he did to you.”
“Son, please,” John begged in desperation. “I won’t touch him again, I swear.”
Sam smiled widely, “Once I’m finished with you, you won’t be capable of touching him again.” Sam pounded the nail into the floor through his father’s flesh ignoring the splatters of crimson that pounced onto his clothes and onto his face.
“Sammy,” Dean pleaded. “You have to fight this!”
Sam tore his attention from his father to look at his brother, “Shut up bitch! It’ll be your turn before you know it.”
John’s hands ached in agony as he looked over at his oldest son who was tied to a metal chair with his hands behind his back. “Dean, baby…please be quiet and don’t piss him off more than he already is.”
A flash of yellow appeared in Sam’s eyes, “That’s right Dean…you wouldn’t want to piss me off, would you? You remember what happened last time you made me angry, don’t you?”
Dean felt a sharp pain in his chest warning him to keep his mouth shut if he didn’t want to be ripped apart again. “You can kill me if you want to but stop making him suffer like this!”
Sam was straddling his father’s hips and looked down at the oldest Winchester in disgust, “Have I told you lately how much I hate your fucking family? You have been nothing but trouble for me and tonight your family pays the price.”
Dean watched in terror as the demon wearing his brother’s body lowered himself down to John’s feet and placed a long nail at the center of John’s left foot. “Damn you, don’t do it!” Dean closed his eyes when he heard his father’s agonizing screams as the hard steel nail was hammered through his foot and anchored to the floor. Dean couldn’t hold back the sobs of shock that slid down his face. He had no choice but to watch as the man he had practically raised crucify his father to the floor and the sounds of agony coming from his father’s mouth had Dean gagging in sickness.
“Tell me Johnny,” the demon taunted as he placed the last nail on top of John’s other bare foot. “Was fucking him really worth it? Was tapping that ass really worth all this pain?”
John felt himself trying to slip into unconsciousness; to leave all the pain behind, but he looked defiantly into his possessed son’s cruel face. “I know you won’t believe this Sam but I do love your brother.”
Sam slid back on top of John’s hips and grinded down onto John’s cock, “Of course you love him, but tell me Daddy, why didn’t you ever love me like that?”
John turned his head to the side and looked at Dean as Sam leaned down and licked the side of his face with a wet warm tongue. “Sorry, but you’re not my type.”
“I’m crushed beyond belief,” the demon teased as he licked at John’s lips. “I guess I’ll have to be Dean’s type then.”
John lay on the floor helplessly as his youngest son suddenly stood up and began walking towards Dean. John attempted to pull his hands from the nails, but all he got for his effort was more torn skin and a steady stream of blood. “Don’t you fucking touch him!”
“What you going to do about it John?” the demon asked as he stood in front of Dean. “Cuss me back to Hell?” Sam grabbed Dean’s chin roughly and forced Dean to look into this fiery eyes, “I told you I’d have you again, didn’t I?”
“I would tell you to go to Hell but that would seem redundant,” Dean sneered.
“That’s my boy…such a clever mouth,” the demon leered suggestively as his eyes roamed up and down Dean’s body. “I think it’s time to give Sammy here a turn at your tight ass. Daddy over there doesn’t like sharing but Sammy sure wants to know what he’s been missing.”
“Has anyone ever told you that you’re a walking cliché?” Dean amusingly asked. “I mean seriously, who the hell talks like that?”
“I’m glad you’re finding all of this so amusing,” the demon remarked as he yanked Dean free from the chair in one hard tug; ripping the ropes that held Dean’s wrists together in the process. “Assume the position boy,” the demon ordered dragging Dean over towards his injured and motionless father. “Get on your fucking knees and pray for forgiveness from your father for causing these injuries to him.”
Dean was forced down onto his knees and his face was pressed towards the floor at his father’s bloody feet. “Get the fuck off me!”
“Lick your Daddy’s wounds and beg for forgiveness,” Sam commanded pressing Dean’s face into the shredded mess of John’s left foot. “Lick it clean you fucking cunt! You eat his cum all the time why is this any different?”
Dean’s nose and mouth were forced down into John’s injured foot and blood seeped into Dean’s mouth and nose and made him gag from the smell and taste. “Sammy, please fight him…don’t do this to me.”
The demon easily held Dean’s face down while he snatched the human’s jeans and boxers down in the process. “I think it’s time for Sammy to have a little fun, don’t you think so Dean?” Sam couldn’t stop as his hand moved down to his own pants and pushed them down over his slim hips, “He might not act like it but little Sammy here has wanted to do this for a long time Dean. He’s wondered what you would feel like on the inside.”
Dean could feel the demon pressing his brother’s hard thick cock into his unprepared entry and clenched his teeth tightly while wrapping his arms tightly around his father’s legs for support.
“Sam,” John began trying to remain conscious despite the blood loss and searing pain in his hands and feet. “You don’t have to do this.”
The demon roughly wrenched Dean’s head up towards his chest and licked at the blood on Dean’s face, “Of course he does Johnny Boy, and who are you to deny him the pleasure?” He hauled Dean farther up John’s legs until his face was inline with John’s crotch, “I bet your mouth is just watering for a taste of that cock so go ahead and take your Daddy’s prick out and suck on it for me.”
“No,” Dean snapped.
Sam roughly pushed his leaking cock past the tight ring of Dean’s resisting hole, grabbed Dean’s right hand, and placed it at John’s zipper. “Take it out or I will break every bone in your hand!”
“Do it Dean,” John cried. “Please don’t give him an excuse.”
Dean felt like he was being split in two as his brother shoved himself inside against his will, “He won’t be able to get hard because of the pain he’s in.”
“I don’t give a shit about that,” the demon laughed. “This isn’t about his pleasure. This is about Sammy’s pleasure, and he wants to see you sucking Daddy’s cock, even if it is the size of a thumb.”
Dean sighed and proceeded to unzip his father’s jeans, pull out his flaccid dick, and began sucking on the soft organ trying to coax some pleasure out of his father’s pain-filled body.
The demon pumped slowly in and out of Dean’s torn passage watching in interest as Dean did as ordered, “Come on slut, you can do better than that…suck Daddy harder.”
Dean winced as his possessed brother slammed into his heat over and over again purposely missing his prostate, “Did anyone ever tell you that you’re a lousy lay?”
“I told you this was about Sammy’s pleasure,” the demon replied pushing Dean’s face back down into John’s crotch. “Besides, why would I want to give you pleasure when this is your fault in the first place?” The demon slammed brutally hard into Dean’s body seeing blood on his cock as it fucked Dean’s abused asshole, “If you had just kept your legs closed instead of offering yourself up to him like a fucking whore then none of this would be happening.”
Dean struggled to pull his head up from his father’s crotch but his head was held down firmly into John’s pubic hair, and he could tell by the older man’s breath, that John had slipped into unconsciousness. He wished that he too could slip into darkness as his own brother violated his body but he knew that the demon would never allow that to happen.
Sam’s eyes opened suddenly his head relieved of the vision for the time being. He gasped for breath in an attempt to calm down. The vision had been intense and too frightening to even imagine, and Sam clenched his fists in anger, “Try that with me you yellowed-eyed piece of shit and I’ll make you sorry.”
Without warning, the glass in the driver’s side door was shattered as a hand reached inside the Impala, pushed Sam’s neck back onto the headrest, and forced Sam’s mouth open with a cruel grip, “We’ll just see about that, won’t we?”
Sam’s eyes opened wide in panic as he smelt the familiar putrid smell of evil and a feeling of heaviness on his chest. He could see the grainy cloud of blackness enter his mouth, and he felt the coldness encompassing his mind along with an overwhelming sense of being infiltrated by a dark presence, but Sam had learned a few tricks over the last six months and pushed at the dark entity in his mind.
“I see you’ve gotten stronger Sammy. I’m impressed,” the demon purred inside Sam’s mind. “Did you see what I’m going to do to Dean and your Daddy in that head of yours?”
“Over my dead body asshole,” Sam roared as he fought the blending with all of his psychic ability.
“Over your Daddy’s dead body perhaps,” the demon teased. “I don’t really give a shit about him as long as he suffers, but that brother of yours is a different story.”
Sam looked outside onto the sidewalk and saw a man wearily getting to his feet with a bloody hand and a look of confusion on his face. “Get out of here!” Sam watched as the perplexed man walked away quickly and returned his focus back to the demon. “You won’t have the chance to touch Dean,” Sam hinted as he slipped his hand between the driver’s door and the seat. “This time…I choose to kill you.” Sam snapped the Colt up from its hiding place and placed the gun at his own temple, “You stay in me and you die.”
The demon focused on gaining control of Sam’s body but the boy had become too powerful over the recent months, “You’d be willing to die for your Daddy’s cause?”
“With pleasure,” Sam smiled confidently as he cocked the Colt hearing his father’s truck approaching. “Last chance asshole, leave me or die.”
“Sam!” Dean yelled as he father stopped the truck a few feet away from the Impala. He still had his cell phone clutched in his hand, “Sam, please don’t do this!”
“Well, well, well, look what we have here,” the demon smirked. “You better kill me now Sam before you weaken and I take over completely because that brother of yours won’t stand a chance against my strength.”
“Take me instead!” Dean yelled. “Come into me and leave him alone.”
“Dean, what the hell are you doing?” John asked anxiously as he got out of the truck.
“Dean, shut up!” Sam screamed. He could feel his hand trembling as the demon tried to make him drop the gun. “I’m going to end this all now. I won’t let him use me to hurt you.”
Dean could feel the tears spilling down his face as he watched his brother’s shaking hand holding the Colt to his head, “Jump into me you fucking bastard. I won’t be able to fight you like Sam, and we all know that I’m the better hunter and killer of the two of us. You can use me to carry out your plan.”
“Tempting,” the demon commented scratching at Sam’s brain with his evil presence. “What you think Sammy? Would your big brother cooperate?”
John walked over towards Dean to stop him, but he felt a powerful force lift him off his feet and throw him into the windshield of the truck, “Stay out of this Dad!” Sam yelled stepping out of the car barely in control of his own body, and looked as his father laid stunned and on the brink of unconsciousness on the truck’s dashboard.
Dean knew that at any moment Sam could lose control and he would end up with a possessed brother who had the Colt in his hand, “Go ahead. I know you want me so come and get me.” Dean smiled sweetly, “Besides, Sam’s a control freak and stubborn to boot. He won’t cooperate.”
Sam gritted his teeth together as his stomach clenched in agony as the demon twisted itself throughout his body, “Dean, take Dad and get out of here. I’ll take care of this on my own.”
“Really,” Dean asked filled with doubt. “You can barely hold the gun in your hand much less pull the trigger. You don’t have the guts to do it; to take your own life.”
Sam’s nostrils flared in anger as Dean’s accusations and pressed the gun closer to his head. “We’ll just see about that,” Sam hinted as he lightly pressed on the trigger.
“Fuck this,” the demon jeered as he forced himself out of Sam’s body and raced over towards Dean who had willingly offered himself up for the sacrifice.
Sam screamed as the grainy cloud of blackness left his body and flew over towards his brother’s willing body. “No!”
Dean didn’t have the time to react as the black cloud slammed into his body and forced its way down his throat scorching his insides with evil and filling his nostrils with sulfur.
Sam watched in horror as Dean’s body convulsed as the demon wormed itself inside his brother. He felt hot tears on his cheeks as he quietly headed over towards his injured father who he knew could pull the trigger. “Dean, what have you done?” Sam whispered to himself as he saw Dean collapse onto the ground and began writhing in pain.
John gingerly sat up cutting himself on glass and took the gun from Sam, “This ends now.” With a trembling hand, John pointed the gun at Dean who suddenly stilled on the ground; back going rigid, and John waited to see the familiar yellow eyes staring back at him. Instead, what he saw was Dean’s back arching off the ground and the black cloud flying out of his son’s mouth and falling back down inside the ground. “What the fuck?”
Sam had never seen a demon leave a host so fast and raced to Dean’s side, “Dean, are you alright?”
Dean slowly sat up with the aid of Sam. “Yeah, except for the rotten egg taste in my mouth.”
“What the hell happen?” John asked. “Why did it leave you?”
“Maybe because you had the gun and it knew you would shoot Dean, unlike me,” Sam replied.
“Thanks for making me sound like a monster,” John complained to his youngest.
“Well, it’s the truth,” Sam defended pulling Dean to his feet. “You would have killed Dean in order to kill the demon.”
“I don’t know if that’s true,” John began. “Its one thing to say you’ll do it; it’s another to actually do it.”
“Will you two stop fighting,” Dean requested caressing his pendent. “I think it had something to do with this. It complained the whole time about me being protected and it trying to find away around the spell, but it couldn’t do it and it left me in frustration.” John and Sam looked at the pendent carefully wondering if what Dean said was possible but both decided that anything was possible in their line of work.
“Well, I guess that means we got lucky yet again,” John commented rubbing the pendent affectionately. “I still can’t believe you willingly invited a demon inside of you like that. I should kick your ass for doing that.”
“Better me dead or possessed than Dean, right,” Sam coldly remarked.
“Sam, I don’t want either one of you dead or possessed,” John explained. “What the hell has gotten into you?”
“A demon…twice now, what’s your excuse for being the prick you are?”
Dean watched the familiar signs of a full out knockdown approaching between his father and brother, “Look, we’re all tired, on edge, and a obviously pissed off, so why don’t we talk about this tomorrow when we’ve all had a chance to get some rest?”
Sam huffed and looked sharply at Dean, “That’s rich…like he’s going to let you get any rest?”
“Samuel Winchester, that’s enough,” John barked. “Get your ass in the car and meet us back at the motel.”
“Is that an order Sir?” Sam hotly asked.
“Yes,” John roared angrily.
Dean watched as Sam stomped off towards the Impala, yanked open the door, and dropped into the seat, “You know why he’s mad, don’t you?”
John gently grabbed Dean by the arm and led him towards the truck, “Yeah, but it doesn’t give him the right to talk to me like that. He’s the one who said he wanted us to work through our issues; yet he can’t seem to deal with the fact that we’re working things out.”
Dean allowed himself to be led to the truck and watched as his brother peeled off and raced down the street, “All I know is every time I let that boy drive my car it gets damaged.” John opened the door for Dean and waited until Dean sat down in the passenger seat before closing the door. “I mean, did you see my window?”
John opened the driver’s door, picked four large pieces of glass off the seat, and shook his head in amusement, “Did you see what he did to my truck with those powers of his?”
Dean looked guiltily at John’s busted windshield, “Yeah, it would definitely be in your best interest to stay on his good side.”
“I’m afraid it’s too late for that,” John sadly replied as he started the truck.
Dean stared out the side window wondering about the future and wondered if it was possible to have his father and brother in his life anymore. He didn’t want just a father again; yet he couldn’t lose Sam either. He could only hope that the two most important people in his life could work out their issues because he couldn’t bear the idea of having to choose between the two.
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Part III
Author: Darkestangel
Summary: The demon makes another attempt at revenge
Author’s Website: www.darknessprevails.com
Comments: darkestangel@darknessprevails.com
Archive: Yes, to Supernatural archive, yes to others with permission
Warnings: WINCEST, non-con
Pairing: Dean/John, Dean/Sam
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.
3. This one is a little gruesome and involves a non-con situation. Consider yourself warned.
3. Visions are in italics
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Flagstaff Arizona-6 PM
“Dean, this is the house…it’s here,” Sam cried in pain as a searing vision took place in his head. “It’s not here for a baby Dean, its here for us…it brought us here on purpose, Dean!” Sam slammed his head back into the car seat trying to weather the pain caused by the vision. His head throbbed as the apparition became more gruesome and horrific…
“Don’t you like that Daddy?” Sam asked the man who was in obvious pain. Sam hammered the man’s hand down to the floor with a six-inch long masonry nail. “I know how much you like to nail Dean, so I thought it was only fair that I return the favor.
“Sam, stop!” Dean yelled from the other side of the room. Dean watched in obvious horror as his own brother nailed their father down to the cold floor with no remorse whatsoever.
“I’m doing this for you Dean,” Sam explained as he raised the hammer high into the air and placed a nail in the palm of John’s other hand. “He has to pay for what he did to you.”
“Son, please,” John begged in desperation. “I won’t touch him again, I swear.”
Sam smiled widely, “Once I’m finished with you, you won’t be capable of touching him again.” Sam pounded the nail into the floor through his father’s flesh ignoring the splatters of crimson that pounced onto his clothes and onto his face.
“Sammy,” Dean pleaded. “You have to fight this!”
Sam tore his attention from his father to look at his brother, “Shut up bitch! It’ll be your turn before you know it.”
John’s hands ached in agony as he looked over at his oldest son who was tied to a metal chair with his hands behind his back. “Dean, baby…please be quiet and don’t piss him off more than he already is.”
A flash of yellow appeared in Sam’s eyes, “That’s right Dean…you wouldn’t want to piss me off, would you? You remember what happened last time you made me angry, don’t you?”
Dean felt a sharp pain in his chest warning him to keep his mouth shut if he didn’t want to be ripped apart again. “You can kill me if you want to but stop making him suffer like this!”
Sam was straddling his father’s hips and looked down at the oldest Winchester in disgust, “Have I told you lately how much I hate your fucking family? You have been nothing but trouble for me and tonight your family pays the price.”
Dean watched in terror as the demon wearing his brother’s body lowered himself down to John’s feet and placed a long nail at the center of John’s left foot. “Damn you, don’t do it!” Dean closed his eyes when he heard his father’s agonizing screams as the hard steel nail was hammered through his foot and anchored to the floor. Dean couldn’t hold back the sobs of shock that slid down his face. He had no choice but to watch as the man he had practically raised crucify his father to the floor and the sounds of agony coming from his father’s mouth had Dean gagging in sickness.
“Tell me Johnny,” the demon taunted as he placed the last nail on top of John’s other bare foot. “Was fucking him really worth it? Was tapping that ass really worth all this pain?”
John felt himself trying to slip into unconsciousness; to leave all the pain behind, but he looked defiantly into his possessed son’s cruel face. “I know you won’t believe this Sam but I do love your brother.”
Sam slid back on top of John’s hips and grinded down onto John’s cock, “Of course you love him, but tell me Daddy, why didn’t you ever love me like that?”
John turned his head to the side and looked at Dean as Sam leaned down and licked the side of his face with a wet warm tongue. “Sorry, but you’re not my type.”
“I’m crushed beyond belief,” the demon teased as he licked at John’s lips. “I guess I’ll have to be Dean’s type then.”
John lay on the floor helplessly as his youngest son suddenly stood up and began walking towards Dean. John attempted to pull his hands from the nails, but all he got for his effort was more torn skin and a steady stream of blood. “Don’t you fucking touch him!”
“What you going to do about it John?” the demon asked as he stood in front of Dean. “Cuss me back to Hell?” Sam grabbed Dean’s chin roughly and forced Dean to look into this fiery eyes, “I told you I’d have you again, didn’t I?”
“I would tell you to go to Hell but that would seem redundant,” Dean sneered.
“That’s my boy…such a clever mouth,” the demon leered suggestively as his eyes roamed up and down Dean’s body. “I think it’s time to give Sammy here a turn at your tight ass. Daddy over there doesn’t like sharing but Sammy sure wants to know what he’s been missing.”
“Has anyone ever told you that you’re a walking cliché?” Dean amusingly asked. “I mean seriously, who the hell talks like that?”
“I’m glad you’re finding all of this so amusing,” the demon remarked as he yanked Dean free from the chair in one hard tug; ripping the ropes that held Dean’s wrists together in the process. “Assume the position boy,” the demon ordered dragging Dean over towards his injured and motionless father. “Get on your fucking knees and pray for forgiveness from your father for causing these injuries to him.”
Dean was forced down onto his knees and his face was pressed towards the floor at his father’s bloody feet. “Get the fuck off me!”
“Lick your Daddy’s wounds and beg for forgiveness,” Sam commanded pressing Dean’s face into the shredded mess of John’s left foot. “Lick it clean you fucking cunt! You eat his cum all the time why is this any different?”
Dean’s nose and mouth were forced down into John’s injured foot and blood seeped into Dean’s mouth and nose and made him gag from the smell and taste. “Sammy, please fight him…don’t do this to me.”
The demon easily held Dean’s face down while he snatched the human’s jeans and boxers down in the process. “I think it’s time for Sammy to have a little fun, don’t you think so Dean?” Sam couldn’t stop as his hand moved down to his own pants and pushed them down over his slim hips, “He might not act like it but little Sammy here has wanted to do this for a long time Dean. He’s wondered what you would feel like on the inside.”
Dean could feel the demon pressing his brother’s hard thick cock into his unprepared entry and clenched his teeth tightly while wrapping his arms tightly around his father’s legs for support.
“Sam,” John began trying to remain conscious despite the blood loss and searing pain in his hands and feet. “You don’t have to do this.”
The demon roughly wrenched Dean’s head up towards his chest and licked at the blood on Dean’s face, “Of course he does Johnny Boy, and who are you to deny him the pleasure?” He hauled Dean farther up John’s legs until his face was inline with John’s crotch, “I bet your mouth is just watering for a taste of that cock so go ahead and take your Daddy’s prick out and suck on it for me.”
“No,” Dean snapped.
Sam roughly pushed his leaking cock past the tight ring of Dean’s resisting hole, grabbed Dean’s right hand, and placed it at John’s zipper. “Take it out or I will break every bone in your hand!”
“Do it Dean,” John cried. “Please don’t give him an excuse.”
Dean felt like he was being split in two as his brother shoved himself inside against his will, “He won’t be able to get hard because of the pain he’s in.”
“I don’t give a shit about that,” the demon laughed. “This isn’t about his pleasure. This is about Sammy’s pleasure, and he wants to see you sucking Daddy’s cock, even if it is the size of a thumb.”
Dean sighed and proceeded to unzip his father’s jeans, pull out his flaccid dick, and began sucking on the soft organ trying to coax some pleasure out of his father’s pain-filled body.
The demon pumped slowly in and out of Dean’s torn passage watching in interest as Dean did as ordered, “Come on slut, you can do better than that…suck Daddy harder.”
Dean winced as his possessed brother slammed into his heat over and over again purposely missing his prostate, “Did anyone ever tell you that you’re a lousy lay?”
“I told you this was about Sammy’s pleasure,” the demon replied pushing Dean’s face back down into John’s crotch. “Besides, why would I want to give you pleasure when this is your fault in the first place?” The demon slammed brutally hard into Dean’s body seeing blood on his cock as it fucked Dean’s abused asshole, “If you had just kept your legs closed instead of offering yourself up to him like a fucking whore then none of this would be happening.”
Dean struggled to pull his head up from his father’s crotch but his head was held down firmly into John’s pubic hair, and he could tell by the older man’s breath, that John had slipped into unconsciousness. He wished that he too could slip into darkness as his own brother violated his body but he knew that the demon would never allow that to happen.
Sam’s eyes opened suddenly his head relieved of the vision for the time being. He gasped for breath in an attempt to calm down. The vision had been intense and too frightening to even imagine, and Sam clenched his fists in anger, “Try that with me you yellowed-eyed piece of shit and I’ll make you sorry.”
Without warning, the glass in the driver’s side door was shattered as a hand reached inside the Impala, pushed Sam’s neck back onto the headrest, and forced Sam’s mouth open with a cruel grip, “We’ll just see about that, won’t we?”
Sam’s eyes opened wide in panic as he smelt the familiar putrid smell of evil and a feeling of heaviness on his chest. He could see the grainy cloud of blackness enter his mouth, and he felt the coldness encompassing his mind along with an overwhelming sense of being infiltrated by a dark presence, but Sam had learned a few tricks over the last six months and pushed at the dark entity in his mind.
“I see you’ve gotten stronger Sammy. I’m impressed,” the demon purred inside Sam’s mind. “Did you see what I’m going to do to Dean and your Daddy in that head of yours?”
“Over my dead body asshole,” Sam roared as he fought the blending with all of his psychic ability.
“Over your Daddy’s dead body perhaps,” the demon teased. “I don’t really give a shit about him as long as he suffers, but that brother of yours is a different story.”
Sam looked outside onto the sidewalk and saw a man wearily getting to his feet with a bloody hand and a look of confusion on his face. “Get out of here!” Sam watched as the perplexed man walked away quickly and returned his focus back to the demon. “You won’t have the chance to touch Dean,” Sam hinted as he slipped his hand between the driver’s door and the seat. “This time…I choose to kill you.” Sam snapped the Colt up from its hiding place and placed the gun at his own temple, “You stay in me and you die.”
The demon focused on gaining control of Sam’s body but the boy had become too powerful over the recent months, “You’d be willing to die for your Daddy’s cause?”
“With pleasure,” Sam smiled confidently as he cocked the Colt hearing his father’s truck approaching. “Last chance asshole, leave me or die.”
“Sam!” Dean yelled as he father stopped the truck a few feet away from the Impala. He still had his cell phone clutched in his hand, “Sam, please don’t do this!”
“Well, well, well, look what we have here,” the demon smirked. “You better kill me now Sam before you weaken and I take over completely because that brother of yours won’t stand a chance against my strength.”
“Take me instead!” Dean yelled. “Come into me and leave him alone.”
“Dean, what the hell are you doing?” John asked anxiously as he got out of the truck.
“Dean, shut up!” Sam screamed. He could feel his hand trembling as the demon tried to make him drop the gun. “I’m going to end this all now. I won’t let him use me to hurt you.”
Dean could feel the tears spilling down his face as he watched his brother’s shaking hand holding the Colt to his head, “Jump into me you fucking bastard. I won’t be able to fight you like Sam, and we all know that I’m the better hunter and killer of the two of us. You can use me to carry out your plan.”
“Tempting,” the demon commented scratching at Sam’s brain with his evil presence. “What you think Sammy? Would your big brother cooperate?”
John walked over towards Dean to stop him, but he felt a powerful force lift him off his feet and throw him into the windshield of the truck, “Stay out of this Dad!” Sam yelled stepping out of the car barely in control of his own body, and looked as his father laid stunned and on the brink of unconsciousness on the truck’s dashboard.
Dean knew that at any moment Sam could lose control and he would end up with a possessed brother who had the Colt in his hand, “Go ahead. I know you want me so come and get me.” Dean smiled sweetly, “Besides, Sam’s a control freak and stubborn to boot. He won’t cooperate.”
Sam gritted his teeth together as his stomach clenched in agony as the demon twisted itself throughout his body, “Dean, take Dad and get out of here. I’ll take care of this on my own.”
“Really,” Dean asked filled with doubt. “You can barely hold the gun in your hand much less pull the trigger. You don’t have the guts to do it; to take your own life.”
Sam’s nostrils flared in anger as Dean’s accusations and pressed the gun closer to his head. “We’ll just see about that,” Sam hinted as he lightly pressed on the trigger.
“Fuck this,” the demon jeered as he forced himself out of Sam’s body and raced over towards Dean who had willingly offered himself up for the sacrifice.
Sam screamed as the grainy cloud of blackness left his body and flew over towards his brother’s willing body. “No!”
Dean didn’t have the time to react as the black cloud slammed into his body and forced its way down his throat scorching his insides with evil and filling his nostrils with sulfur.
Sam watched in horror as Dean’s body convulsed as the demon wormed itself inside his brother. He felt hot tears on his cheeks as he quietly headed over towards his injured father who he knew could pull the trigger. “Dean, what have you done?” Sam whispered to himself as he saw Dean collapse onto the ground and began writhing in pain.
John gingerly sat up cutting himself on glass and took the gun from Sam, “This ends now.” With a trembling hand, John pointed the gun at Dean who suddenly stilled on the ground; back going rigid, and John waited to see the familiar yellow eyes staring back at him. Instead, what he saw was Dean’s back arching off the ground and the black cloud flying out of his son’s mouth and falling back down inside the ground. “What the fuck?”
Sam had never seen a demon leave a host so fast and raced to Dean’s side, “Dean, are you alright?”
Dean slowly sat up with the aid of Sam. “Yeah, except for the rotten egg taste in my mouth.”
“What the hell happen?” John asked. “Why did it leave you?”
“Maybe because you had the gun and it knew you would shoot Dean, unlike me,” Sam replied.
“Thanks for making me sound like a monster,” John complained to his youngest.
“Well, it’s the truth,” Sam defended pulling Dean to his feet. “You would have killed Dean in order to kill the demon.”
“I don’t know if that’s true,” John began. “Its one thing to say you’ll do it; it’s another to actually do it.”
“Will you two stop fighting,” Dean requested caressing his pendent. “I think it had something to do with this. It complained the whole time about me being protected and it trying to find away around the spell, but it couldn’t do it and it left me in frustration.” John and Sam looked at the pendent carefully wondering if what Dean said was possible but both decided that anything was possible in their line of work.
“Well, I guess that means we got lucky yet again,” John commented rubbing the pendent affectionately. “I still can’t believe you willingly invited a demon inside of you like that. I should kick your ass for doing that.”
“Better me dead or possessed than Dean, right,” Sam coldly remarked.
“Sam, I don’t want either one of you dead or possessed,” John explained. “What the hell has gotten into you?”
“A demon…twice now, what’s your excuse for being the prick you are?”
Dean watched the familiar signs of a full out knockdown approaching between his father and brother, “Look, we’re all tired, on edge, and a obviously pissed off, so why don’t we talk about this tomorrow when we’ve all had a chance to get some rest?”
Sam huffed and looked sharply at Dean, “That’s rich…like he’s going to let you get any rest?”
“Samuel Winchester, that’s enough,” John barked. “Get your ass in the car and meet us back at the motel.”
“Is that an order Sir?” Sam hotly asked.
“Yes,” John roared angrily.
Dean watched as Sam stomped off towards the Impala, yanked open the door, and dropped into the seat, “You know why he’s mad, don’t you?”
John gently grabbed Dean by the arm and led him towards the truck, “Yeah, but it doesn’t give him the right to talk to me like that. He’s the one who said he wanted us to work through our issues; yet he can’t seem to deal with the fact that we’re working things out.”
Dean allowed himself to be led to the truck and watched as his brother peeled off and raced down the street, “All I know is every time I let that boy drive my car it gets damaged.” John opened the door for Dean and waited until Dean sat down in the passenger seat before closing the door. “I mean, did you see my window?”
John opened the driver’s door, picked four large pieces of glass off the seat, and shook his head in amusement, “Did you see what he did to my truck with those powers of his?”
Dean looked guiltily at John’s busted windshield, “Yeah, it would definitely be in your best interest to stay on his good side.”
“I’m afraid it’s too late for that,” John sadly replied as he started the truck.
Dean stared out the side window wondering about the future and wondered if it was possible to have his father and brother in his life anymore. He didn’t want just a father again; yet he couldn’t lose Sam either. He could only hope that the two most important people in his life could work out their issues because he couldn’t bear the idea of having to choose between the two.
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