Bittersweet Reunion

Title: Bittersweet Reunion Part VI
Author: Darkestangel
Summary: Dean faces his inner demons
Author’s Website: www.darknessprevails.com
Comments: darkestangel@darknessprevails.com
Archive: Yes, to Supernatural archive, yes to others with permission
Warnings: WINCEST, coerced sex, mention of underage sex, dark themes, a manipulating John
Pairing: Dean/John
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: set in Salvation
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 stories and this one is no exception.
2. This is a missing scene from Devil’s Trap. This scene takes place after the boys have rescued John but before Dean accuses John of being possessed.
3. You definitely need to read Bittersweet Reunion Part I-V before reading this installment.
4. Inner voices are in italics.

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As soon as Dean squirted his hot release into the Demon’s mouth he began kicking at his father. “Get the fuck off me,” Dean moaned.

“Why, wasn’t it good for you?” the demon asked catching Dean’s flailing legs. “That’s not a very nice way of showing your appreciation.”

“Well, excuse the fuck out of me for being so rude,” Dean countered. “Let me go!”

The demon crawled back up Dean’s supple body, straddled his hips, pushed Dean’s shoulders down into the bed, and licked Dean’s lips. When Dean snatched his face to the side, the demon laughed, “I love that about you…always playing the victim. Always denying what you really like.”

Dean looked into his father’s eyes filled with rage, “You’ve made me this way, you…”

“Bullshit, I’m not the one who seduced my father on my sweet sixteenth birthday.”

“I didn’t seduce you! It was a mutual decision, and you should have never let it happen,” Dean barked.

The demon bent down and licked Dean’s neck whispering in his ear, “I’m not the one who let his virginity be taken in the backseat of a car like a fucking whore.”

“That was your idea you crazy fuck,” Dean hotly replied.

Once again, the demon covered Dean’s mouth with his hand, “Shut up you stupid little cunt and listen to me.” The demon could see the anguish in Dean’s eyes and smiled, “Face it Dean, you’re nothing but a hole to fuck. It’s all you were born for.” The demon felt a twinge of excitement when he saw more tears pooling in Dean’s eyes, “You really think your destiny is to save humanity from evil, don’t you; to rescue the helpless from demons and such?” The demon softly laughed at the pathetic human, “You really think that I’ve ever been proud of anything you’ve ever done? I mean I admit, I am proud of your cocksucking skills, but other than that you’re pretty much useless to me.”

“Please stop…you’re going to ruin everything,” John pleaded.

The demon was hard again and grinded his cock into Dean’s belly, “That there is the only reason why I even keep you around.” The demon continued to rub his aching member on Dean’s tight stomach, “I tried to replace you this last year,” Dean’s eyes opened wide in shock giving the demon even more ammunition, “I screwed so many boys, whores like you, but none of them even came close to your expertise.”

Dean closed his eyes in defeat; utterly destroyed. “Get off,” he demanded behind the confining hand.

The demon wanted to play some more, but he wanted Dean to go out and face Sam. He knew that Dean was just about broken, putty in his hands, and finding out that Sam knew his dirty secret would be the last straw. Dean would be a non-threat leaving only Sam to contend with in the showdown that the demon had been waiting twenty-three years for; a showdown that he would win.

“Get off me!”

The demon released Dean’s mouth, rolled off the human, and grabbed his hard cock, “You sure you don’t want anymore of this baby?”

Dean got off the bed swaying slightly, “When this demon is dead, I’m out of here, you understand?”

The demon sat up and placed his feet on the floor, “I don’t think so.”

Dean ignored his father and pulled on his boxers, “And I think that you seriously need some psychiatric help. You’re not the same person you were before you left me.”

The demon watched Dean getting dressed and frowned, “I’ve changed, I admit it, but change can be a good thing.”

Dean stared at his father and shook his head in bewilderment, “You call this a good change?”

The demon stood up and faced Dean, “It works for me. I like this new dynamic in our relationship.”

Dean pulled up his jeans and reached for his t-shirt, “Does bipolar or schizophrenia run in the family or maybe delusions of grandeur?”

“Now you’re just hurting my feelings. I’m getting a distinct feeling that you don’t appreciate my loving,” the demon teased. “If you keep this up I just might have to deprive you of sex for the rest of the week.”

Dean pulled on his t-shirt and laughed, “Well, in that case, you’re a crappy ass father, an abusive selfish lover, a borderline alcoholic, a control freak, and a lousy lay.”

The demon smirked, “Is that really what you think about your good old Daddy?”

“You’re causing him to say these things about me! He doesn’t mean them,” John exclaimed from inside his own mind.

Dean sat on the bed and pulled on his boots, “I’m just getting started you fucking freak.”

“Give me your best shot pretty boy,” the demon taunted. He wanted John to hear the truth, wanted John to break a little as well.

Dean stood up, grabbed his blue long-sleeved shirt, and put it on, “I hope this fucking demon kills you because nothing would satisfy me more than salting and burning your rotten corpse.”

“Dean…no, can’t you see this isn’t me doing this to you…God, I love you baby,” John cried.

The demon grabbed Dean and pulled him closer, “Give Daddy a kiss before you go to Sam.”

“Go to Hell!”

“Gladly,” the demon smiled. He held onto the back of Dean’s neck and wormed his tongue inside Dean’s resisting mouth. He would love to take Dean back with him when all was said and done. Kill him, take his soul, and rip him and Sam away from John. The son-of-a-bitch deserved to die alone and blame himself for the death of his sons.

Dean pulled away from his father, “Do that again and I will bite it off.”

“I’m terrified,” the demon whispered. He released the human and watched him walking out the door to face Sam. When the door was closed, he began to get dressed, “Got to tell you John, you got yourself one hell of sex kitten there. You trained him well, but I will make him even better…I’ll have eternity in Hell to use that sweet body.”

“No! Please don’t kill him, take me instead,” John begged.

“Why the hell would I want to do that? This thing was never about you or Dean, it’s always been about Sam, and Dean is just an added bonus,” the demon explained before laying down back on the bed. “Now, shut your mouth so I can get some rest, you’re sexy little son just about wore me out.”

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Dean stepped into the main cabin area, saw the bag of salt, but he didn’t see Sam. He went over to his jacket, pulled out the Colt, and ran his hand over the barrel, “You better fucking work against this demon. That fucker had ruined my life.” He placed the Colt back in his jacket, put the jacket on for warmth, and stepped outside to find Sam.

“Sammy,” he called from the porch of the cabin. He wrapped the jacket around him tightly trying to keep the chilly night air away from his body. “Sammy, are you out here?”

Sam walked around the corner of the cabin frowning, “I’m over here.”

“What are doing out here, it’s not really safe?” Dean asked.

Sam couldn’t even stomach looking at his brother, so he looked at the Impala instead, “I just needed to do some thinking.”

“Okay, but still not a smart thing to be out here by yourself.”

Sam looked at the shiny black beauty and wondered how many times his father had fucked his brother in the Chevy. How many hand jobs and blow jobs had been given on the road, on stakeouts, on deserted country roads? He clenched his fist in anger and in disgust, “I’ve salted most the doors and windows.”

“Thanks for the obvious change in conversation,” Dean smirked. “Come on back inside.”

“No,” Sam declined. “I don’t wish to be in there right now.”

Dean sighed and sat on the porch stair, “I so do not need your drama right now.”

Sam clenched his teeth and started breathing heavily out his nose, “Then why the hell don’t you go back inside and be with Daddy.”

Dean watched Sam walking closer to the porch, saw the obvious anger radiating off of him, and made the quick connection. “Daddy?”

“Yeah, Daddy,” Sam hissed.

Dean placed his hands over his face, sighed, and slowly dragged them down to cover his mouth. He eventually placed his hands on his knees, looked over at his brother and saw the blatant revulsion, “How much did you see?”

“Enough! Why would you let him do that to you Dean?”

“It’s complicated,” Dean began. “I need to know what you saw.”

Sam put his hands inside his jean pockets trying to reel in his anger, “I saw you on your back taking it up the ass and begging for it like a fucking slut.” Sam looked up at the night sky wondering what the Winchesters had done to be so screwed by the Cosmos then looked back at his brother, “Of course, I guess I shouldn’t be all that surprised. You’re a slut for the women, so why not guys?”

Dean was too devastated by his father’s words to even care about his brother’s harsh comment, “You’re right.”

Sam had to take a double-take, “I’m right? I’m right!” Sam grabbed his brother by the arm and yanked him up into standing position, “You’re supposed to get pissed at me Dean, defend yourself.”

Dean looked at the hand gripping his bicep but didn’t pull away, “There’s nothing to defend. I’m just a hole to fuck, a cock to play with.”

Sam stared wide eyed at his brother, “This conversation is so not going like I had expected…has that bastard told you these things?”

“Sam, you just called me a slut so you’re no better than him,” Dean answered.

Sam scratched his head in frustration, “Alright, we’ll take this nice and slow.” He released Dean’s arm and sat down on the porch beckoning Dean to join him, “When did it start?”

“I never wanted you to find out about this,” Dean began while sitting back down. “But we’ve been doing it for years.”

Sam nodded feeling his neck tense up, “Before I left for Stanford?”

“Yes,” Dean whispered, “Way before then.”

It was taking everything in Sam not to react violently to his brother’s confession. He had hoped that the sex had been something that had recently happened as two consenting adults, but it sounded like it was much worse than he had expected. “How old were you the first time he touched you?”

Dean thought about lying, tell Sam eighteen or nineteen, at least then it wouldn’t have been statutory rape, “It was my sixteenth birthday.”

“What!” Sam screamed. He stood up and glared down at his brother, “You never told anyone? Why did you let him do it?”

“Like I said, it’s complicated, and I don’t really feel like going into this right now.”

“Well that’s too bad because I want to hear about it Dean. Tell me how you’ve been letting your own father fuck you while I was in the next bed. Did you ever do it in the Impala?”

Dean looked up at his standing brother, “You want to know the sordid details?”

“Help me to understand why you need him like that,” Sam pleaded. “How do you think our mother would feel about this?”

“She would hate me,” Dean whimpered. “I should have told him no all those years ago, but I was so desperate for his acceptance and for his affection…I’m so fucking pathetic.”

Sam sat back on the porch and looked out into the forest, “You were a kid Dean. He should have controlled himself.”

“He was just so lonely without her. He needed me,” Dean replied looking down at the ground.

“He used you,” Sam explained. “He could have gone out and found a woman to replace Mom, but he was always so busy seeking his all-mighty revenge, and you were convenient.”

“Sam, I know you’re trying to reason this out in your mind, but calling me a convenient fuck is insulting. It just further insinuates that I’m just a toy to play with.”

“Well, sometimes the truth hurts,” Sam cruelly remarked.

Dean took in a sharp breath, held it for a moment, and then released it slowly, “You know, a year ago, I would have probably beaten the shit out of you for even thinking that what he and I have is cheap or sinful. I wasn’t ashamed of it so much because I knew that he loved me, and I was his lover in every since of the word.”

“Dean, don’t talk like that. He’s your fucking father! His seed is part of your DNA,” Sam challenged.

Dean finally looked at Sam, “Wow, did they teach you that brilliant shit in college?”

“Yeah that’s right, typical Dean who jokes about everything,” Sam sneered.

Dean rubbed his temples trying to ease his headache, “Anyway, I began to rethink everything when he left me a year ago, and I wanted it stop for good, but he didn’t.”

Sam felt his heart lurch in panic. “Has he hurt you?” Sam asked.

“Let’s just say that our reunion has been bittersweet.”

“Dean, has he forced you?”

Dean knew that Sam was angry enough to do something he would regret, so he delayed the inevitable “Nothing worse than usual.”

“What the fuck is that suppose to mean?” Sam asked.

“He’s changed; a little more persuasive, insistent,” Dean calmly answered.

“Persuasive and insistent, does that mean he’s pressuring you into sex?”

“It was nothing I couldn’t handle,” Dean lied. “I’m a big boy Sam; I can take care of myself.”

“So what I walked in on tonight was completely consensual?” Sam clarified.

Dean knew that if he told Sam the truth his brother would grab a Glock from the Impala and blow his father’s head off, and he couldn’t handle the idea of Sam being sent to prison for murdering his father. “It was consensual, I wanted it.”

Sam took in a deep breath and let it out slowly, “So, you decided that you wanted him back in your bed even thought he abandoned you?”

“Yeah,” Dean insisted. “It’s all good. I just hated that you had to find out the way you did.”

Sam stood back up and began pacing, “Jesus, this isn’t one of my nightmares is it? This is fucking real! You willingly let your father inside your body…putting his seed into you. Both of you fucking disgust me!”

Dean knew that it was his own fault that Sam didn’t see him as a victim, but his baby brother was really starting to piss him off, “If we disgust you so much then leave; go back to Stanford and leave us alone.”

Sam sneered, “Yeah, I bet you’d like that. Give you more alone time to play with Daddy’s cock; lick it, suck it…ride it.”

“Why Sammy, you sound a little jealous. Are you sure its disgust your feeling?”

Sam’s mouth practically hit the floor, “Are you serious with this shit? You think I would touch you like that?” Sam stepped up on the porch and stood behind his sitting brother, “You’re tainted, filthy.”

Dean closed his eyes and shuddered in agony. The pain from both his father and brother’s cruel words were too much to bear, “Once this is over, both of you will be out of my life. I don’t want either of you around me anymore.”

“Just last night you were telling me you couldn’t make it without us, and now you’re kicking us both out of your life?”

“What can I say, people change,” Dean frowned.

“Why are you kicking your boyfriend out, hasn’t he been satisfying you?”

Dean suddenly stood up and faced his brother, “Make all the fucking jokes you want asshole. I guess I deserve them, but I don’t have to stand here and listen to you insult me to my face.”

Sam grabbed Dean and shoved him up against the side of the cabin, “I’m just saying that it looked like you were having a fun time in there with your legs spread.”

“You say your disgusted Sam, but the more you run your mouth the more convinced I am that you want to take me for a ride too,” Dean smirked.

Sam leant in closer to Dean’s face, “I bet you’d like that wouldn’t you Dean.” Sam licked his lips, “Better yet, I bet your hungry fuck hole would like both of us together…imagine, your brother and father fucking you and shooting cum in you at the same time .”

“Are you enjoying that little fantasy bro,” Dean hissed.

“Not particularly,” Sam began. “But maybe if you used that nasty mouth of yours and sucked me off I could be convinced otherwise.”

Dean grinned, “I’m glad you’re finding this so entertaining.”

“Immensely, now why don’t you get on your knees like the good little slut you are and show me why Daddy loves you more than me,” Sam demanded.

“You really think that? You think he loves me more than you?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” Sam asked. “I mean look at you, I can’t compete with that. You know I always thought he loved you more because you were his obedient soldier, his golden boy who never failed, but now I know the truth.”

“And what would that be exactly?”

Sam pushed Dean harder into the wall, “You’re his cocksucker, his willing whore, and like I said I can’t compete with that.”

“Well, that’s too bad for you, isn’t it?”

“And I actually thought you were a victim in this, but I was wrong wasn’t I?” Sam clarified.

“Yep,” Dean simply replied growing bored of the conversation.

“Well, let’s get this over with.”

Dean arched his brows in confusion, “Get what over with?”

“Show me why he loves you more,” Sam answered pointing at his crotch.

“Dude, I am not sucking you off. I thought you were just being an asshole when you suggested it.”

“I wasn’t joking,” Sam winked pushing down on Dean’s shoulders. “Let me see you on your knees. You can pretend it’s Daddy if you need to.” A rustle of clothing, a soft metallic click, and Sam Winchester found himself at the receiving end of the Colt, “Dude, what the fuck!”

Dean had the barrel aimed at Sam’s chest, “Touch me and you die.”

Sam raised his hands, “Dean, you can’t waste bullets like this.”

“I’m beginning to think that maybe I can. Maybe you’re the demon; you sure as hell aren’t acting like yourself.”

“What the hell am I suppose to act like with what I found out tonight?” Sam asked.

“I’m pretty sure that asking me to suck your cock is not the normal reaction,” Dean replied. “You’re both acting so strange tonight…I’m beginning to wonder if I need to shoot both of you.”

Sweat was beading up on Sam’s upper lip despite the cold air, “Dean, I’m sorry for being such a prick to you, but I am not possessed. I’m just pissed off and hurt that you’ve kept this from me for all these years.”

“Prove it,” Dean commanded pressing the barrel firmly into Sam’s chest.

“Prove what?”

“You still have the Holy Water in your jacket?” Dean asked.

“Yeah, you want me to splash it on myself?”

Dean stared intently into his brother’s eyes, “On second thought, no. Maybe it’s not even blessed. I don’t know for sure because you’re the one who got it.”

“You want me to walk over salt lines, try to lock me an entrapment circle, give me an exorcism?” Sam asked nervously. “I’ll do anything to prove to you that I’m not possessed; I’m just a stupid jackass with a big mouth.”

Dean knew that he couldn’t kill his own brother regardless if he was possessed are not and he knew that Sam had a right to be pissed about his relationship with his father. “Cristo.”

Sam couldn’t help but to smile as Dean’s apparent joke, “Please tell me my eyes didn’t turn black.”

Dean uncocked the Colt and placed it in the back of his pants, “No you little shit, which means you’re probably not possessed but you’re the biggest dickhead in the world.”

“I know I am, and I’m sorry for the way I treated you,” Sam began. “Can I make it up to you later, help me to understand?”

Dean could never hold a grudge against Sam, and he couldn’t help but to smile despite the pain he felt, “Only after you buy me something expensive to make up for it.”

Sam opened the door to the cabin, “How expensive?”

Dean followed Sam into the cabin and closed the door, “I’m talking super expensive Sam.”

“Like laptop expensive, car expensive?”

“Actually, I was thinking since you bitch so much about my tapes and my music, you could get me a CD player for my baby.”

Sam grinned, “Are you serious? You’ll let me get us a CD player for the Impala. You know they actually have to install it right, unscrew the dash…”

“Dude, I’m not an idiot, I know that shit, but I think my baby could use some new tunes.”

“New tunes for the car, are you running a fever? Maybe you’re the one who is possessed,” Sam laughed.

“Yeah smart ass, new tunes,” Dean grinned. “You know I’ve always wanted that Bad Company’s Greatest Hits album…and the Zeppelin tape got eaten up by the tape player…and then there’s that Kansas CD I want…”

Sam rolled his eyes in disbelief, “Those aren’t new tunes Dean.”

“Sure they are,” Dean pouted. “I’ve never owned some of those albums, so that makes them new.”

Sam knew better than to argue with his brother over the tunes, “Alright Dean, I’ll buy you a CD player but you’re buying the CDs, and I want to buy some CDs for myself.”

Dean took off his jacket and threw it in the chair, “Okay, but no bubble gum pop shit, no jazz, unless it’s Louis Armstrong, no country, no disco, and no fucking American Idols…except for maybe Chris Daughtry and Bo Bice, but no Clay Aiken, Kelly Clarkson, or Justin what’s his face.” Sam started shaking in uncontrollable laughter turning red-faced. “What the hell is so funny?” Dean asked.

“Dude, you are such a closet Idol fan!”

“No I am not,” Dean cried.

“It’s just like Oprah man. Admit it dude, you’re guilty pleasures are Oprah and American Idol.”

“I swear to God if you don’t shut up, I’m going to make you buy me an iPod too,” Dean threatened.

“Dude, if we survive this shit, I will buy you the biggest iPod they make,” Sam grinned.

Dean felt his spirits lifting despite the night’s events, “Thanks Sammy.”

“It’s Sam, and for what?”

“For making me laugh,” Dean admitted.

There was so much to say but Sam didn’t want to go back down that road of pain again, “I’m going to go finish salting the cabin.”

“I’ll do the bedroom,” Dean stated.

“Probably best that you do,” Sam acknowledged.

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The demon rested in bed listening to the brothers’ conversation, “Not exactly what I hoped for, but I can work with it.” He had hoped to build a wall between the brothers, but in typical Winchester fashion, they had pushed their emotional issues aside until the hunt was completed. “I fucking hate your family John. You’ve been nothing but a pain in my ass since day one.”

“If it’s any consolation, I wish we had never had the privilege of meeting you either, “John sarcastically replied.

“Well, to quote you, ‘this all ends tonight’, but not before you kill your own sons.”


Part VII coming soon.
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