Deadly Temptation

Title: Deadly Temptation Part XXXIII
Author: Darkestangel
Summary:
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 XXXIII 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.


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Lancaster, Pennsylvania 9PM

“It’s nothing major Dad,” Dean began sitting down on the motel bed. “We can handle it alone.”

John drove down the interstate towards Phoenix holding his cell phone to his ear, “Are you sure Dean?”

“It’s just your standard-issued phantom that likes to scare the crap out of people,” Dean explained while chewing on a McDonald’s chicken nugget. “It only seems to come out after Midnight so we’re going to go take it down later on tonight.”

John knew that he shouldn’t be so worried about an easy hunt, but he instinctively felt the need to protect Dean. “What are your plans once you finish in Lancaster?”

Dean shrugged in uncertainty, “Don’t have a clue, but I’m sure Sam will find us something to do until we meet up with you in Phoenix.”

“How about a demon infested coal mine in Kentucky?” Sam asked from the cheap motel table as he sat at the laptop researching away.

Dean’s interest was tweaked, “Really? Demon infested?”

“Not without me,” John informed Dean. “That’s too much for the two of you.”

“We’ve faced demons before,” Dean replied.

“Yes you have, but infested implies more than one, and you would need me for that,” John explained. “Let me finish up with this gig out here and we can all go together to take down those demons, alright?”

Dean sighed in disappointment knowing that he was pouting, “Fine.”

“Dean, promise me that you’ll stay away from that mine,” John demanded.

Dean looked at Sam who was pouting a tad himself, “Sam says he really wants to go.”

“Don’t even,” Sam warned his brother.

“Dean, I mean it,” John snapped. “Stay the fuck away from demons because no matter what you think you are not one-hundred percent physically or emotionally…and you know what those fuckers are capable of when they sense weakness.”

As much as he wanted to, Dean couldn’t argue with his father’s words, “Okay, no demons, I promise.”

“That’s my boy,” John softly smiled. “Call me in the morning to let me know how the phantom hunt went, okay?”

“Sure,” Dean replied feeling like he was ten-years old again. He ended the call, tossed the phone onto the other side of the bed, and stared down at his mostly uneaten nuggets, “He’s treating me like a fucking kid.”

“He’s just worried,” Sam replied from the computer screen. “Eventually, he’ll get past it and things will return to normal.”

Dean closed the lid on his nugget container losing his appetite, “I just wish he would hurry the hell up.”

“Dean, you’re not the only one hurting here,” Sam began. “He’s pissed at himself for not being able to protect you, and he’s afraid to let you back into the hunt because he now realizes that you’re not invincible or infallible.”

“None of us are,” Dean retorted. “He has to realize that what happened to me was not his fault.”

“I’ve tried telling him that but he doesn’t want to listen,” Sam explained. “He thinks he failed you as a father and blames himself for putting you in the situation to begin with because hunting is something that neither one of us should have been dragged into.”

Dean lethargically got up from the bed exhausted from the drive and the initial investigation of the haunted house. “I can’t even begin to tell you how tired I am of discussing this shit. I just want it all to go away and pretend it never happened, but that isn’t possible, is it?”

“I can’t forget what happened, can you?” Sam asked softly.

“I can’t stop thinking about it,” Dean admitted. “Every time I close my eyes I see them…the blood, their eyes…I can still feel the pain.”

“And,” Sam urged hoping that Dean would finally talk about his ordeal in detail.

Dean walked over to the window, pulled back the thick drape, and stared at the Impala parked outside the poorly lit motel lot, “Sam, what I went through…it changed me. I’m so fucking confused about what I feel about Christian and Dmitry.”

Sam slowly got up from behind the laptop and walked over towards the window, “Go on.”

Dean could feel Sam standing by his side but continued to stare at his black beauty, “Part of me hates them and wants them destroyed…but another part of me wants to run back to them.”

Sam nodded in understanding waiting patiently for Dean to reveal the truth, “That’s understandable.”

“Is it?” Dean snorted. “And don’t quote me crap about Stockholm syndrome.”

“Dean,” Sam began putting his hand on his brother’s shoulder. “You know it’s possible for the victim to fall for the assailant and throw in the fact that they both have supernatural powers it’s not too hard to understand why you would feel something for them.”

Dean shrugged off Sam’s hand from his shoulder and turned away from the window, “What they did to me should make me angry and pissed off but instead I’m confused.”

“Dean, Christian brutalized you, humiliated you, but he also showed tenderness and kindness; something you don’t get nearly enough of,” Sam explained. “He gave you something that you desperately craved and you couldn’t help but to be drawn to him.”

Dean sat back down on the edge of his bed with his shoulders slumped, “He raped me Sam…he broke me.”

Sam felt his eyes burning from Dean’s tormented confession but he fought back the tears, “And Dad and I are going to fix you.”

“You can’t fix me Sam,” Dean whispered.

“Sure I can,” Sam reassured his brother while sitting on the opposite bed. “We’re going to hunt again, throw insults at each together, and before you know it all will be back to the way it was”

“Sam,” Dean snapped looking into his brother’s eyes. “You can’t fix me because you’re part of the problem. You’re in my nightmares too.” Dean tore his gaze from Sam and looked down at his own shaking hands, “I love you, I hate you…I want you.”

Sam swallowed nervously, “Dean, we can work this out.”

“Sam, we can’t work this out. What you did to me was not your fault per say but how you went about it was wrong and part of me wants that from you again.” Dean rubbed his thighs anxiously, “What I don’t know is if I want you again because of what Christian did to me or if I’ve always wanted it from you on some subconscious level.”

Sam arched his brows in surprise at his brother’s admission. “Dean, tell me what you want me to do here,” Sam begged. “I’ll be whatever you want me to be.”

“Sam, you don’t get it do you?” Dean asked. “If I let you touch me like that again I’ll be lost forever.”

“I don’t have to be aggressive Dean. We can…”

“Let me finish Sam,” Dean interrupted. “I shouldn’t want you to touch me because you’re my fucking brother and my best friend and the fact that part of me liked having you inside of me is nine kinds of crazy.”

“Dean,” Sam began.

“Please…let me finish,” Dean pleaded. “You want to know what caused me to finally break; what caused me to finally snap? It wasn’t what you did to me or what Christian did to me. Hell, it wasn’t even the fact that Dad saw me on my knees taking it like a good little slut.”

“Dean,” Sam interrupted once again.

“After you fucked me, Christian raped me over and over again and again later on that night on the bathroom floor,” Dean started. “He hurt me so bad that night, tore me, taunted me about you and the fact that he was fucking your cum farther up inside me…but that’s not what caused me to break.”

Sam’s stomach clenched in dread, “What was it then?”

“When I was on that cold tile floor being taken from behind, all I could think about was that I wanted…I wanted it to be you treating me like that,” Dean tearfully divulged. “I wanted you violating me and tearing into me. I knew then that I was lost and it was hopeless to fight back and if I let you touch me now I’m afraid that I will slip further into darkness.”

Sam wiped at a stray tear on his own face not knowing how to respond to Dean’s gut-wrenching confession. “Dean, I don’t know what to say here.”

Dean looked back up at his brother, “You really want to know what I need to hear from you?”

“Yes,” Sam whispered. “Let me know what I can do to get you past this.”

“Tell me the truth about what you want to do to me,” Dean calmly requested. “You admitted to me that you wanted me sexually before Christian, but I need to know if you have always wanted to dominate me.”

“No,” Sam quickly replied. “I think that Christian manipulated me into that type of behavior.”

“Do you want to dominate me now?”

“I’d be lying if I said no,” Sam admitted nervously licking at his dry lips. “I’ve had some really intense dreams about you; all of them erotic and somewhat terrifying. At the time, I kept telling myself that it was Christian’s coercion but now I can’t use that excuse.”

“How terrifying are your dreams?” Dean anxiously asked.

“You don’t want to hear that,” Sam answered. “Trust me…you’d want to leave me and never come back if you heard some of the things I’ve done to you in my dreams.”

Dean got up from his bed and sat down on Sam’s bed watching as his brother’s shoulders shook, “Like you said, I’m not the only one hurting here, so get it off your chest so we can move on.”

Sam looked over at Dean and frowned, “You’re going to hate me Dean. You’ll never forgive me.”

“I already hate you so it can’t get any worse,” Dean joked.

“You will Dean, and you’ll be even more scared of me,” Sam asserted ignoring Dean’s attempt at lightening the mood. “You’ll never trust me again.”

“Sam…I need to know what you’re going through,” Dean reiterated. “I want to hear what is going on in that thick head of yours.”

Sam clasped his hands together in an attempt to reign in his emotions, “Dean, I’ve hurt you in my dreams. I’ve treated you like a whore…like property.” Sam looked over and stared into Dean’s green eyes, “I’ve even raped you and laughed when you cried in pain.”

Dean couldn’t help the tremble of fear that ran through his body, “What else have you’ve done?”

“I don’t want to talk about this anymore,” Sam replied too ashamed to admit that he had once killed his own father in one of his most terrifying dreams. “You don’t want or need to hear any details.”

“Sam, you’re fantasizing about me, don’t you think I’m entitled to hear the details?”

Sam suddenly stood up, “What the fuck for? Why would you want to hear that?”

“Because I need to,” Dean acknowledged.

Sam was disgusted with the weakness in Dean’s voice, “You need to hear how I treat you in my dreams? What the fuck is wrong with you Dean!”

Dean looked up at Sam seeing the anger in his brother’s eyes, “I told you that I’m confused.”

“I can see that,” Sam hotly replied. “For the last three weeks, you have done nothing but push me away and refused to hear anything I had to say about this subject, but now for some fucking reason you want to hear every sordid detail, and that makes no sense to me!”

Dean nodded his head in understanding, “I know it doesn’t, but now I need to know…I want to know.”

Sam rubbed his temples with his fingers trying to alleviate the tension that was building, “If I do this, if I tell you about one of my dreams, promise me that you won’t fucking leave me stranded in this motel.”

Dean knew that he couldn’t make such promises not when he didn’t know the depths of Sam’s darkness, “I can’t promise you that, but I won’t hate you, and I won’t hit you…not hard anyway.”

Sam grinned softly at Dean’s lame attempt at humor, “This is so fucking humiliating; admitting my sick desires like this.”

“They can’t be any worse than what I’ve already been through,” Dean reassured.

“Oh, I’m not so sure about that,” Sam commented while sitting back down on the bed beside Dean. “Just remember when this is said and done that you’re the one who asked for it.”

“I can handle it,” Dean reassured his brother.”

“We’ll see about that,” Sam remarked. “I think I’ll tell you about the dream I had last night that had me dry humping Jacob’s couch and had me shooting a load in my boxers, would you like that?”

Dean winced at Sam’s crudeness but he nodded his head, took a deep breath, and sat still waiting for Sam to start…

“Come here bitch,” Sam ordered as he pulled on the leather dog leash attached to the black leather collar wrapped around Dean’s neck. He watched as Dean scampered along the hardwood floor, “That’s a good little bitch.” Sam looked down at Dean who was on his knees in nothing but a black leather collar with a three-foot chain leash with a black leather handle attached. He twisted the leash into his hand pulling Dean up close against his jean-clad crotch. “Lick my jeans and tell me how bad you want my cock.”

Dean was held firmly against Sam’s body by the leash and looked up lovingly into Sam’s eyes, “I always want your cock Sam.” Dean eagerly licked Sam’s jeans making them wet with his saliva, “I love your big dick.”

“Chew on it Dean,” Sam commanded. “Tell me what you want me to do with my dick.”

Dean gently chewed through the jeans feeling the outline of Sam’s prick, “I want it in my mouth.”

“Yeah,” Sam asked. “You want me to fuck your mouth with my fat cock?”

“Yes,” Dean shuddered as he continued gnawing on Sam’s thickness. “Feed me that dick.”

Sam smiled and pulled Dean’s leash tighter pulling Dean’s head up, “Want me to fuck that ass too?”

“Always,” Dean grinned. “That’s what my ass is there for.”

“You’re a slut for cocks aren’t you Dean?”

“Only yours,” Dean corrected.

“Bullshit, we both know you love being filled with hard fat dicks,” Sam teased. “That ass of yours craves cock all the time…admit it.”

Dean blushed in shame at Sam’s words, “I only want you.”

Sam grabbed Dean’s chin and squeezed it tightly, “You want to be sent to bed without any cum?”

Dean shook his head pathetically, “No, please.”

“Then tell me that you’re a slut for cocks; not just mine,” Sam demanded yanking the leash even tighter until Dean’s neck was forced backwards and held at an awkward angle.

Dean looked upwards at Sam, “I’m a slut for cocks…all of them.”

Sam relaxed his grip on the leash allowing Dean’s neck to relax, “I’m sorry but you only get my dick tonight. I hope I can satisfy that greedy hole of yours.”

Without permission, Dean unbuttoned Sam’s jeans and began pulling out Sam’s hardness, “Give it to me…fuck my mouth Sam.”

Sam laughed cruelly, “Such an eager little bitch, aren’t you?” Sam watched as Dean pushed his pants and boxers down and devoured his prick, “That’s it Dean. Swallow it whole like you’re fucking starving.”

Dean deep-throated Sam feeling his brother’s pubic hair tickling his nose. He loved the feel of Sam’s throbbing member in his mouth and enjoyed the grunts of pleasure coming out of Sam’s mouth. He pulled back letting Sam’s dick fall from his mouth, “I want you to fuck my mouth Sam…choke me with it.”

Sam released the leash and instead grabbed both sides of the collar and pulled Dean’s mouth towards his crotch, “You want me to shove it down your throat?”

“Yes,” Dean begged on his knees.

Sam crammed his leaking prick into Dean’s wanton mouth, “Want me to gag you on it, don’t you?” Sam used the collar to hold Dean’s head in place as he slammed in and out of his brother’s hot mouth. “You’re such an eager little bitch always begging for something shoved inside your mouth and ass…you want to get it all wet so I can slide inside that tight fuck-hole of yours.” Sam pumped viciously hard into Dean’s mouth loving the choking sounds coming from the slut’s mouth, “Nasty little slut wants to swallow me whole; wants this cock all to himself.” Sam smiled when he heard Dean gagging struggling for breath and pulled his dick out of Dean’s mouth noting the spit dripping from his brother’s chin. “What’s the matter bitch; too much for you?”

“No,” Dean replied. “Give me more…I’m so hungry for you baby.”

Sam released Dean’s collar and grabbed the leash again, “As much as I would like to cum down your throat, I would rather see my cum leaking out of your asshole.” Sam pulled on the leash and dragged Dean across the hardwood floor onto a large throw rug that laid in the middle of the floor, “Get on your back and spread those legs for me…show me that sweet hole.”

Dean enthusiastically laid on his back on the rug, grabbed his thighs, and spread them far apart for Sam, “You want to fuck my hole?”

Sam watched enthralled as Dean willingly opened his body, “You know I do you filthy little slut.” Sam quickly undressed and walked over towards Dean with lube in one hand a clear hard plastic butt plug in the other. “Beg for it bitch…tell me you want me to fuck your cunt.”

Dean watched in a haze of desire as Sam settled in between his legs on his knees with the butt plug and lube. “Oh God, yes…stick it inside me. Get me ready for your big dick.”

Sam squeezed a dab of lube on the hard butt plug and rubbed it in with his hand. “You want me to shove this inside your delicious body?”

“Please,” Dean pleaded holding his thighs far apart. He could feel his asshole clinching in anticipation, “Split my fucking ass in two.”

Sam licked his lips and carefully inserted the plug inside Dean’s tight entrance, “That looks so fucking hot inside you. That feel good baby?”

“Yeah, stretch that fucking hole wide open,” Dean purred.

Sam stared at the gaping hole that held in the clear plug feeling his own aching cock twitching in excitement, “Hold it in.” Sam placed his hands underneath Dean’s thighs and pushed them upwards until Dean was lying on his shoulders and neck and his ass was in the air facing the ceiling. He could feel Dean struggling for balance trying to stay in the compromising position, so he supported Dean’s back with one hand, “Stay like that Dean. Hold yourself up.”

Dean was straining to stay in the bent position and his neck was strained with the effort but nothing compared to the sick pleasure he felt as Sam began licking the sensitive flesh around his stretched hole. “Fuck…that feels good.”

Sam traced his hot tongue along the hard plastic lip of the plug loving the whimpers coming from Dean’s mouth. He pulled away from Dean’s ass and looked down at Dean’s face, “Push it out baby.” Dean used his internal muscles to push at the butt plug until it popped out of his ass and started falling towards his face but Sam caught it with is hand, “Be careful baby. Don’t break that pretty face.”

“Let me taste it,” Dean begged.

“You want to taste your ass baby?” Sam asked as he held Dean in the awkward angle with one hand and placed the plug into Dean’s mouth with the other. “Taste good doesn’t it?” Dean licked and sucked at the hard butt plug and moaned in approval. Sam took the plug out of Dean’s mouth and pushed it back inside Dean’s hole, “Push it out into my hand.” Once again, Dean pushed and watched as the plug toppled over out of his ass barely brushing up against his own leaking cock before Sam caught the plug again, “Suck on it Dean…taste your sweet ass.” Sam watched as Dean sucked on the plug like it was a pacifier, “You got such a filthy mouth…want me to fuck you now?”

“Yes, yes, yes…fuck my ass,” Dean cried when he took the plug out of his mouth. “Fuck me hard!”

Sam stood up keeping Dean bent in the awkward position with his ass high in the air. He leered at the pink hole that was slick with lube and pulled it further apart with two fingers spitting inside Dean’s body, “You want my fat cock baby?”

“Use it Sam…take it hard,” Dean moaned. “It’s your ass to abuse.”

Sam angled his aching prick at Dean’s wet entrance and sunk inside in one firm push, “Oh fuck yes!” Sam looked down at Dean’s face as he rammed in and out of Dean’s willing body, “You love this shit, don’t you? Love having your ass stretched and abused.”

Dean’s neck and back were aching from the awkward position but the pleasure of being claimed by Sam was worth the discomfort. “Yes, give me more…harder!”

“Demanding little bitch,” Sam grinned as he watched his dick going in and out of Dean’s body. “You think that fucking world revolves around you and your ass, don’t you?” Sam pulled out of Dean’s body, grabbed the leash, and dragged Dean onto his knees, “I’m going to mount you like the bitch you are…give you my fucking seed.” He manhandled Dean onto his knees and pushed his head and chest down onto the rug while forcing his ass up high, “Stay like that…all passive and ready to be fucked…It’s all you’re good for slut.” Sam remained standing, placed his hands on Dean’s lower back for support, and lowered himself until he could shove his prick back inside Dean’s willing body. “I love being buried inside you like this.”

Dean clawed at the rug in sublime pleasure, “Yes…fuck me good Sam!” Dean moaned and writhed on the floor like a bitch in heat every time Sam hit his sweet spot, “Fuck that ass! It’s all yours!”

“You love this don’t you baby? I bet you’re fucking hard as steel,” Sam commented while reaching around to grab Dean’s cock. He continued to plow into Dean’s ass as he stroked Dean’s hardness in his hand. “You have a nice thick dick baby; too bad you’re not man enough to use it…you’re only a cunt when you’re with me.”

Dean felt his toes curling up in intense delight as his cock was coaxed closer to orgasm, “That feels so fucking good...please don’t stop.”

Sam pulled almost completely out of Dean leaving only the head of his dick inside Dean’s hotness, “Beg for it bitch…beg for me to shove it back inside.”

Dean involuntarily started pushing backwards toward Sam trying to impale himself on Sam’s hardness, “Please give it to me…shove that cock back inside my greedy hole.”

Sam’s thighs ached from exertion so he pulled put completely ignoring the protest coming from Dean’s pretty mouth. He grabbed Dean by the collar and pulled him up against his body, “Get on your back so I can fuck you like the cunt you are.” Sam watched in wonderment as Dean willingly rolled onto his back and spread his legs so invitingly, “You want it bad, don’t you? Want me to fuck that ass like it’s a wet dripping pussy?”

Sam’s filthy words encouraged Dean into more wantonness and he arched his back as he felt Sam sinking back inside his velvety walls, “Yes, yes, yes…fuck me! Make me cum on your cock!”

Sam pumped in and out of Dean’s tightness feeling his own climax threatening to overcome him, so he angled his hips so that he could hit Dean’s prostate and milk Dean’s cock at the same time. “There you go baby. Is that what you want?”

Dean’s eyes rolled into the back of his head as his prostate was assaulted by Sam’s prick, “Yes, fuck me...feed me your cum!”

Sam smiled victoriously as Dean’s cock began squirting out thick ropes of semen with no external stimulation, “There you go baby…shoot that load…that’s so fucking hot.” Sam groaned loudly as Dean’s internal muscles clamped down on his cock and ripped the orgasm out of his body. “God…such a fucking slut milking me like that.” Sam stilled and allowed his dick to be drained by Dean’s inner walls, “You feel that baby? You feel that hot jizz filling you up?”

“Yeah,” Dean purred in pleasure as he slowly recovered from his own climax. “I love it when you cum in me.”

Sam gently pulled out of Dean watching as some of his spunk dribbled out of Dean’s swollen hole. “You want to taste it slut?”

“Please,” Dean pleaded. “Let me taste you.”

Sam gathered his leaking seed on his fingers and placed them at Dean’s mouth, “Lick it off my fingers.” He watched in fascination as Dean eagerly licked his fingers clean, “You want more slut?” Dean nodded his head enthusiastically while sucking on Sam’s fingers. Sam pulled roughly on Dean’s leash, pulled him up into seating position, and shoved his cum-covered cock into Dean’s face, “Get me clean.” Sam watched as Dean’s talented mouth and tongue licked and sucked away all traces of his cooling semen, “Taste good baby?”

“Umm,” Dean moaned around Sam’s sticky cock.

“You’re such a good little bitch,” Sam growled before shoving Dean back onto the floor. “I think I just might have to have another go at that ass.” He grabbed Dean’s leash before his brother had a chance to scamper away, “Where you going baby? It’s not your bedtime yet…”

“And I woke up after that laying in my own cum,” Sam shamefully admitted.

Dean stared off at the wall in thought taking in every detail of the dream trying to understand what could cause Sam to have such delusions. “Well…it was definitely a dream because you’re well endowed and all but I wouldn’t call you fat.”

It took a moment before Sam realized that Dean was referring to the size of his dick, “Please tell me that you are not insulting my manhood.”

“Like I said, you’re a good size and all, but I think that you are overcompensating in your dreams when you refer to it as a fat cock,” Dean reiterated. “And dude, you watch way too much porn…we have got to find you something else to do in your spare time.”

“What the hell?” Sam perplexedly asked.

“That whole scene sounded like something out of a Kelly Wells porn movie,” Dean suggested. “Oh, you know the one I’m talking about…umm, ‘Tear me a New One Number Two’ I think it was.”

Sam stared in disbelief at his brother who had apparently lost his mind, “So…you’re saying that my fantasies are plagiarized from porn and that I have an over inflated opinion of my dick size. Is that about right?”

“I’m just saying that you need to lay off the porn for awhile,” Dean grinned.

“You are fucking unbelievable Dean,” Sam began. “I tell you one of my fantasies and you insult it and critique it instead of acting maturely about it.”

“What do you want me to do, get pissed, hit you, and storm out?” Dean calmly asked. “Do you really think you told me something that I already didn’t suspect?” Dean got up from the bed and grabbed his jacket and cell phone, “Sam, nothing in your dream shocked me or terrified me because I already knew you were having those kinds of thoughts about me.”

Sam watched as Dean slipped on his leather jacket obviously preparing to leave, “Then why are you leaving me?”

Dean rolled his eyes at Sam’s drama, “Don’t be so fucking melodramatic Sam. I’m just stepping outside to grab a few guns and some rock salt so I can get them cleaned and ready for the hunt.”

Sam let out a sigh of relief, “You’re not pissed at me then?”

“Why should I be? You can’t help what you feel or desire, and as long as you understand that I’m never going to be your bitch or your slut, then this will all work out.”

“And if I can’t understand that?” Sam hesitantly asked.

“Then I suggest you go back to Stanford and leave me the fuck alone,” Dean replied before stepping out of the room towards the car. He closed the motel door firmly leaving Sam alone in the room and headed towards the trunk of the Impala. He opened the trunk and began rummaging through the various weapons looking for his favorite shotgun and rock salt. He tried to ignore that his hands were trembling and that his jeans were tight across his crotch and that the dream caused even more confusion in his mind. The dream had gotten him excited and hard and he actually found the idea of being Sam’s slut and bitch quite appealing, but there was no way in hell he would let Sam know the truth because he knew that Sam wouldn’t hesitate to act upon his sick desires if he thought Dean would cooperate and reciprocate, and Dean knew that being with Sam in that fashion would damage him beyond repair or least he suspected that it would.

“Excuse me,” a woman’s voice called from behind.

Dean whipped around pissed at himself for not hearing the woman approaching in the darkness. Maybe his dad was right and he had no business hunting anything until he got his head on straight. “Yeah,” he replied closing the trunk so that she couldn’t see what was inside.

“I was wondering if you had the time,” the woman asked.

Dean estimated that the brunette couldn’t be older than seventeen or so and looked hungry and cold, “It’s 9:30. Are you alright?”

“Yes, I was just on my way to a customer and needed to make sure that I was on time,” the girl replied quickly walking past Dean towards the motel doors.

Dean watched as the prostitute walked towards her job and felt sadness and pity for the girl because of her loss of innocence and self-esteem. In a way, Dean felt like her; used, treated like a toy, tossed in the corner when no one wanted him. Forced to do things to survive just so he could do it all again the next day. Dean watched as room nineteen opened up for her feeling pity as she stepped across the threshold to her fate and hoped that the man would treat her with dignity rather than treating her like a cheap whore.

Dean turned back towards the trunk, opened it up, and pulled back out his needed supplies and weapons suddenly realizing that this was the first time in weeks that he had been outside at night alone and he wasn’t exactly liking it. His nerves were on edge and every little sound he heard made his pulse speedup in apprehension. He jumped in fear when his cell phone rang and he nearly dropped the rock salt onto the payment, “Calm the fuck down Dean.” He pulled out his phone and mumbled to himself, “Damn Sam won’t let me out of his sight for two fucking minutes.” He opened the phone and berated himself for letting the darkness get to him, “What is it Francis?”

“Hello Dean,” a deep voice purred.

Dean stood frozen in panic as his mind registered the familiar voice, “Who is this?”

The sultry voice playfully laughed, “Don’t even try that my little hunter…you know who this is, and I will soon be coming to collect what is rightfully mine.”


Part XXXIII coming soon…
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