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Chapter 7
1) Info on the Chimera is here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chimera_%28mythology%29
2) And this is what they look like - http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:Museo_archeologico_di_Firenze%2C_La_chimera_d%27arezzo_08.JPG
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
In the shadows, It Comes… 7
Disclaimer: Not mine, though I wish I could kidnap Dean and use him as my sex slave....
Warning Alert: Blood-play, Knife-play, BDSM, violence, torture, brutal rape, and bring the tissues, plus, there's a mean cliff at the end of the chapter… Evil grin.
Beta: The Huntress... thank you sweetie!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
John Winchester drove straight through the night, not taking a break, knowing that he needed to make justice to save Sam from Dean. His phone rang, and when he saw the caller ID he answered, knowing that he had no choice.
"What do you want, Singer?" John asked.
"Where are you, John?"
"On the way to Ohio."
"You better stop your truck, and wait for me to come with you," Bobby warned him.
"Where are you?" John asked, knowing something was wrong with Bobby.
"On the way to Ohio also, and my truck is ready to die."
The engine coughed, and John could hear it. He sighed, knowing the detour would slow him down from killing Dean. But then again, he couldn't allow his friend to remain stranded. "Where exactly are you?"
Bobby smiled, and then he replied, giving him the exact location of where his car stalled. He knew damned well that John would come for him soon, and he checked his watch every five minutes. "Where is that fucking Winchester?"
Thirty minutes later he could hear the familiar tone of the engine, and he smiled, knowing that John finally arrived.
When they met, Bobby grinned at him, "It's about time."
John said nothing as he helped Bobby stow his gear in the back of John's truck.
Bobby remained silent as he closed his door, until John began the drive to Ohio. He stared at the man beside him, shaking his head. "You're becoming old, John."
John ignored him, but he asked, "So, what made you come to Ohio in the first place? Are you here to hunt that beast?"
"Yeah, and some other stuff."
"What other stuff?"
"Not letting you doing something that could ruin your family," Bobby replied, and then he glared over the man, and snapped at him, "What were you thinking – sending the boys do man's work?!"
"They're men, Bobby, or hadn't you noticed."
"They were NOT prepared to go up against it!"
"Why? What happened?" John asked with concern, though his eyes were over the road.
"Dean," Bobby simply answered, and then he felt John's eyes upon him, and he swore that he could see the hate in the man's eyes. "Dean called me. He already informed me that he told you that he raped Sammy, which is the other way around."
The car skidded to a halt, John's hand gripping the steering wheel, knuckles stark white. His face was a frown, he was shocked of what he heard. "My Sammy raped Dean?" he asked with cracked voice.
"Yes, and all because of the beast's power."
"What do you mean?" John asked him, as he was confused.
"As far as I know from Dean, it attacked Sam, and he was in bad shape, both from the snake bites, and the lion." Bobby paused, letting that sink into John's head. "And in trying to do the right thing, Dean inadvertently made things worse...." Bobby tried to explain, but John cut him off.
"What did he do?" John asked, voice a nervous whisper.
"Dean swallowed the snake bites at first, letting the poison get into his immune system, and by that I guess he swallowed. He woke the power where the lion bit him, making him grow stronger, fill his body and mind with rage, revenge, and Dean is in the middle of it, to suffer from all of this effects."
John started to hit the wheel, and then he turned and asked Bobby, "Then why did he told me that he raped Sam? And how do you know exactly that Sam did rape Dean?"
"Seriously John, when all of this will be over, you are going to speak with your sons, especially with Dean." Bobby remarked over him.
"What do you mean?"
"Because I assume, that Dean still believes that you're more fond of Sam than him, and how I know? Dean left his cell phone opened, praying to die, and then I heard the words that left from Sam..." Bobby lost the words; he didn't know what he should say more, it ached him about Dean.
"Dean was praying?" The thought surprised John. Dean didn't believe in God, not since before Mary died.
"Drive old man, we need to search for them." Bobby mentioned to him, wanted to be on the move to catch up with the boys.
John sighed, roared the engine, and continued driving inside the city.
"How are we going to kill the Chimera?" John asked.
Bobby glared hard over the man, and snapped over him, "If you didn't know and almost let your boys get killed, and now, one of them is trying to survive."
"What do you suggest we do then?" John asked, realizing the deadly mistake that he made. If he had gotten his boys killed....
"I know what's going through that head of yours, John, and I suggest that we first help heal them, and then deal with it, okay?"
"Agreed. Any suggestion of how we could find them?"
Before Bobby could answer, ringing was heard from John's cell and he let Bobby answer.
Bobby noticed the ID of the caller, and answered with his charm, "How are you doing sweetheart?"
"Don't you call me Sweetheart, Bobby."
"I will try not to ma'am."
"Smartass little...."
"Missouri Mosely, I am shocked at your language! And I am not *little*!"
"I'm glad that you stopped him, Bobby," Missouri said seriously, "and now for the information that you seek about the boys...." Missouri started, and then she stopped.
Her voice was cracked with tears, as she finally added, "Near Buck Creek State Park, their places several hotels and motels, and you should go over Super 8 motel....and do it quickly...before one of them dies…"
"We will," Bobby assured her, while John raced the roads heading as fast as he could over the park, to saving his boys.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Sam slammed Dean over the bed, crawling between Dean's thighs. He took his belt from the floor, pulling Dean's hands above his head and tightened them over the headboard, so that Dean could see him in action. He tortured him nice and slow like pulling the wings off an insect.
Sam put himself in position, shoving his cock over Dean's mouth letting him taking the whole of his cock to be swollen inside the pretty face, using his hands behind Dean's head, he forced his brother to take it deeply in his mouth.
Dean choked as Sam pushed his length inside, he could felt his head pushed back and forth to have it all inside of his mouth.
Then when Sam came inside of Dean, he pulled his cock out, letting his own seed seeping from Dean's mouth rolling down over his throat.
Then he leant down over the floor, taking Dean's knife in his hand, and placed his body over Deans, showing the sharp over Dean with a wicked smile.
"Sam...." Dean called as he noticed the knife in his brother's hands; he tried to call him, hoped that at least he would return to his senses. "It's me...Dean...." he said weakly, he could felt how his body reacts, he felt the tiredness reaching over him.
Sam smacked him in the face, and continued until he could see the blood dropping from Dean's nose and cheeks.
Then he moved the sharp edge of the knife over Dean's smooth chest, closer and closer, playing with the knife on Dean.
"Sam...don't...please...." Dean weakly begged, but it fell on deaf ears.
Sam slid the edge of the blade across Dean's chest, marked it as he etched the word 'MINE'. To Dean's horror, he licked the rivulets of blood that dropped from each letter.
Dean wished that he could pass out, as he couldn't endure the harsh pain that his lover cost him, but all he could allow himself was to fall deep into thoughts about their relationship, wondering if they should be together.
"Sammy...please stop...I can't...take it...anymore....” Dean weakly said; he couldn't fight anymore.
"You are mine Dean, and there is nothing you can do about it." Sam grabbed Dean's hips, letting his finger slip inside the abused anus, letting the finger dig with no mercy inside of him, as his other hand played with the belt that he tied over Dean's cock.
"Sammy...no...."
Sam smacked him hard over the fresh scar mark as he yelled over him, "SHUT UP!"
Dean did so as he could feel the pain send him over the darkness that engulfed him with welcome hands.
But it wasn't enough for Sam as he slapped Dean nonstop on his face, waiting for him to wake from the unconscious theme that he was.
And when he noticed Dean's stir, he ordered, "Open your eyes and look at me!" Once Dean's eyes were open, he added with a warning tone, "Don't you dare close your eyes when you're in front of me, and act like the pathetic little soldier you are."
Dean wanted to say something, though noticing the deep and hard glare that his brother gave him, he closed his mouth, and tried to keep his eyes open, which seemed like a tough task to him.
He could feel his eyelids closing, the exhaustion and darkness welcoming him.
"OPEN YOUR EYES!"
Dean opened his eyes and stared at his brother.
His hazel eyes were empty; no emotion or even love was seen inside.
Sam held Dean's hips closer to Dean's shoulders, and removed his blooding finger from Dean's sore ass. He moved his finger and forced Dean to suck it, all the blood, and as Dean was degraded, Sam pushed his erection over the hole.
Banging was heard outside.
Sam smiled as he thrusted deeper and harder with no mercy.
Then the shouts came.
"DEAN!"
"SAM!"
"OPEN THE DOOR OR I'LL BLAST IT!"
Sam slapped Dean back over the chest and taunted at him, "Aww, Daddy is here." He stared over his brother and added with a smile, "He came to kill you...."
Dean actually said a silent prayer, as he deeply wished to die. He closed his eyes, waiting for the reaper, or rather his Father, to take his life.
"Look at me!" Sam snapped at him, as he noticed Dean stared over the ceiling, with eyes closed.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
John was almost frantic with fear for both his son's. He banged on the door one more time from frustration and headed for his truck grabbing two shotguns and heading back to the room.
In the interim, Bobby picked the lock quickly and the two older men entered the room, closing the door behind them.
Dean's hands were bound to the headboard, above his head, tied by the belt.
Blood, the blood seemed to reach everywhere around Dean; his face was full of bruises and blood, his chest was covered in red liquid, dropping down his pale chest.
John found himself staring at the amount of pain that was seen in his eldest's face, noticed how wide open he was as he stared at Sam, who had apparently raped him, in the most brutal way.
Sam heard as they came in, and yet he was still inside his brother, and finally pulled himself out. Both Bobby and John could see the blood soaked in Sam's length.
John raised his gun, and Sam smiled, he waited for this moment, and said, as he used his puppy eyes, "Daddy, he raped me!"
Dean could hear the hammer of the gun pulled and he sighed from relief, allowing himself to fall over into the welcoming darkness, waiting as well for the bullet to rip him apart and to let him die, less miserable.
John aimed and shot over Sam, and then over Dean. Sam fell limp against Dean's body.
Bobby rushed to Dean, untying his hands from the belt, while John gripped Sam, and took him over to the other bed.
While laying Sam down, Bobby check Dean's pulse, as he scanned the bruises,
"How is he?" John asked with concerned eyes as he noticed the blood, the scar fresh upon Dean's chest.
"Not good, his pulse his weak, he might not survive the day," Bobby answered with agony.
End of Chapter 7.
2) And this is what they look like - http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:Museo_archeologico_di_Firenze%2C_La_chimera_d%27arezzo_08.JPG
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
In the shadows, It Comes… 7
Disclaimer: Not mine, though I wish I could kidnap Dean and use him as my sex slave....
Warning Alert: Blood-play, Knife-play, BDSM, violence, torture, brutal rape, and bring the tissues, plus, there's a mean cliff at the end of the chapter… Evil grin.
Beta: The Huntress... thank you sweetie!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
John Winchester drove straight through the night, not taking a break, knowing that he needed to make justice to save Sam from Dean. His phone rang, and when he saw the caller ID he answered, knowing that he had no choice.
"What do you want, Singer?" John asked.
"Where are you, John?"
"On the way to Ohio."
"You better stop your truck, and wait for me to come with you," Bobby warned him.
"Where are you?" John asked, knowing something was wrong with Bobby.
"On the way to Ohio also, and my truck is ready to die."
The engine coughed, and John could hear it. He sighed, knowing the detour would slow him down from killing Dean. But then again, he couldn't allow his friend to remain stranded. "Where exactly are you?"
Bobby smiled, and then he replied, giving him the exact location of where his car stalled. He knew damned well that John would come for him soon, and he checked his watch every five minutes. "Where is that fucking Winchester?"
Thirty minutes later he could hear the familiar tone of the engine, and he smiled, knowing that John finally arrived.
When they met, Bobby grinned at him, "It's about time."
John said nothing as he helped Bobby stow his gear in the back of John's truck.
Bobby remained silent as he closed his door, until John began the drive to Ohio. He stared at the man beside him, shaking his head. "You're becoming old, John."
John ignored him, but he asked, "So, what made you come to Ohio in the first place? Are you here to hunt that beast?"
"Yeah, and some other stuff."
"What other stuff?"
"Not letting you doing something that could ruin your family," Bobby replied, and then he glared over the man, and snapped at him, "What were you thinking – sending the boys do man's work?!"
"They're men, Bobby, or hadn't you noticed."
"They were NOT prepared to go up against it!"
"Why? What happened?" John asked with concern, though his eyes were over the road.
"Dean," Bobby simply answered, and then he felt John's eyes upon him, and he swore that he could see the hate in the man's eyes. "Dean called me. He already informed me that he told you that he raped Sammy, which is the other way around."
The car skidded to a halt, John's hand gripping the steering wheel, knuckles stark white. His face was a frown, he was shocked of what he heard. "My Sammy raped Dean?" he asked with cracked voice.
"Yes, and all because of the beast's power."
"What do you mean?" John asked him, as he was confused.
"As far as I know from Dean, it attacked Sam, and he was in bad shape, both from the snake bites, and the lion." Bobby paused, letting that sink into John's head. "And in trying to do the right thing, Dean inadvertently made things worse...." Bobby tried to explain, but John cut him off.
"What did he do?" John asked, voice a nervous whisper.
"Dean swallowed the snake bites at first, letting the poison get into his immune system, and by that I guess he swallowed. He woke the power where the lion bit him, making him grow stronger, fill his body and mind with rage, revenge, and Dean is in the middle of it, to suffer from all of this effects."
John started to hit the wheel, and then he turned and asked Bobby, "Then why did he told me that he raped Sam? And how do you know exactly that Sam did rape Dean?"
"Seriously John, when all of this will be over, you are going to speak with your sons, especially with Dean." Bobby remarked over him.
"What do you mean?"
"Because I assume, that Dean still believes that you're more fond of Sam than him, and how I know? Dean left his cell phone opened, praying to die, and then I heard the words that left from Sam..." Bobby lost the words; he didn't know what he should say more, it ached him about Dean.
"Dean was praying?" The thought surprised John. Dean didn't believe in God, not since before Mary died.
"Drive old man, we need to search for them." Bobby mentioned to him, wanted to be on the move to catch up with the boys.
John sighed, roared the engine, and continued driving inside the city.
"How are we going to kill the Chimera?" John asked.
Bobby glared hard over the man, and snapped over him, "If you didn't know and almost let your boys get killed, and now, one of them is trying to survive."
"What do you suggest we do then?" John asked, realizing the deadly mistake that he made. If he had gotten his boys killed....
"I know what's going through that head of yours, John, and I suggest that we first help heal them, and then deal with it, okay?"
"Agreed. Any suggestion of how we could find them?"
Before Bobby could answer, ringing was heard from John's cell and he let Bobby answer.
Bobby noticed the ID of the caller, and answered with his charm, "How are you doing sweetheart?"
"Don't you call me Sweetheart, Bobby."
"I will try not to ma'am."
"Smartass little...."
"Missouri Mosely, I am shocked at your language! And I am not *little*!"
"I'm glad that you stopped him, Bobby," Missouri said seriously, "and now for the information that you seek about the boys...." Missouri started, and then she stopped.
Her voice was cracked with tears, as she finally added, "Near Buck Creek State Park, their places several hotels and motels, and you should go over Super 8 motel....and do it quickly...before one of them dies…"
"We will," Bobby assured her, while John raced the roads heading as fast as he could over the park, to saving his boys.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Sam slammed Dean over the bed, crawling between Dean's thighs. He took his belt from the floor, pulling Dean's hands above his head and tightened them over the headboard, so that Dean could see him in action. He tortured him nice and slow like pulling the wings off an insect.
Sam put himself in position, shoving his cock over Dean's mouth letting him taking the whole of his cock to be swollen inside the pretty face, using his hands behind Dean's head, he forced his brother to take it deeply in his mouth.
Dean choked as Sam pushed his length inside, he could felt his head pushed back and forth to have it all inside of his mouth.
Then when Sam came inside of Dean, he pulled his cock out, letting his own seed seeping from Dean's mouth rolling down over his throat.
Then he leant down over the floor, taking Dean's knife in his hand, and placed his body over Deans, showing the sharp over Dean with a wicked smile.
"Sam...." Dean called as he noticed the knife in his brother's hands; he tried to call him, hoped that at least he would return to his senses. "It's me...Dean...." he said weakly, he could felt how his body reacts, he felt the tiredness reaching over him.
Sam smacked him in the face, and continued until he could see the blood dropping from Dean's nose and cheeks.
Then he moved the sharp edge of the knife over Dean's smooth chest, closer and closer, playing with the knife on Dean.
"Sam...don't...please...." Dean weakly begged, but it fell on deaf ears.
Sam slid the edge of the blade across Dean's chest, marked it as he etched the word 'MINE'. To Dean's horror, he licked the rivulets of blood that dropped from each letter.
Dean wished that he could pass out, as he couldn't endure the harsh pain that his lover cost him, but all he could allow himself was to fall deep into thoughts about their relationship, wondering if they should be together.
"Sammy...please stop...I can't...take it...anymore....” Dean weakly said; he couldn't fight anymore.
"You are mine Dean, and there is nothing you can do about it." Sam grabbed Dean's hips, letting his finger slip inside the abused anus, letting the finger dig with no mercy inside of him, as his other hand played with the belt that he tied over Dean's cock.
"Sammy...no...."
Sam smacked him hard over the fresh scar mark as he yelled over him, "SHUT UP!"
Dean did so as he could feel the pain send him over the darkness that engulfed him with welcome hands.
But it wasn't enough for Sam as he slapped Dean nonstop on his face, waiting for him to wake from the unconscious theme that he was.
And when he noticed Dean's stir, he ordered, "Open your eyes and look at me!" Once Dean's eyes were open, he added with a warning tone, "Don't you dare close your eyes when you're in front of me, and act like the pathetic little soldier you are."
Dean wanted to say something, though noticing the deep and hard glare that his brother gave him, he closed his mouth, and tried to keep his eyes open, which seemed like a tough task to him.
He could feel his eyelids closing, the exhaustion and darkness welcoming him.
"OPEN YOUR EYES!"
Dean opened his eyes and stared at his brother.
His hazel eyes were empty; no emotion or even love was seen inside.
Sam held Dean's hips closer to Dean's shoulders, and removed his blooding finger from Dean's sore ass. He moved his finger and forced Dean to suck it, all the blood, and as Dean was degraded, Sam pushed his erection over the hole.
Banging was heard outside.
Sam smiled as he thrusted deeper and harder with no mercy.
Then the shouts came.
"DEAN!"
"SAM!"
"OPEN THE DOOR OR I'LL BLAST IT!"
Sam slapped Dean back over the chest and taunted at him, "Aww, Daddy is here." He stared over his brother and added with a smile, "He came to kill you...."
Dean actually said a silent prayer, as he deeply wished to die. He closed his eyes, waiting for the reaper, or rather his Father, to take his life.
"Look at me!" Sam snapped at him, as he noticed Dean stared over the ceiling, with eyes closed.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
John was almost frantic with fear for both his son's. He banged on the door one more time from frustration and headed for his truck grabbing two shotguns and heading back to the room.
In the interim, Bobby picked the lock quickly and the two older men entered the room, closing the door behind them.
Dean's hands were bound to the headboard, above his head, tied by the belt.
Blood, the blood seemed to reach everywhere around Dean; his face was full of bruises and blood, his chest was covered in red liquid, dropping down his pale chest.
John found himself staring at the amount of pain that was seen in his eldest's face, noticed how wide open he was as he stared at Sam, who had apparently raped him, in the most brutal way.
Sam heard as they came in, and yet he was still inside his brother, and finally pulled himself out. Both Bobby and John could see the blood soaked in Sam's length.
John raised his gun, and Sam smiled, he waited for this moment, and said, as he used his puppy eyes, "Daddy, he raped me!"
Dean could hear the hammer of the gun pulled and he sighed from relief, allowing himself to fall over into the welcoming darkness, waiting as well for the bullet to rip him apart and to let him die, less miserable.
John aimed and shot over Sam, and then over Dean. Sam fell limp against Dean's body.
Bobby rushed to Dean, untying his hands from the belt, while John gripped Sam, and took him over to the other bed.
While laying Sam down, Bobby check Dean's pulse, as he scanned the bruises,
"How is he?" John asked with concerned eyes as he noticed the blood, the scar fresh upon Dean's chest.
"Not good, his pulse his weak, he might not survive the day," Bobby answered with agony.
End of Chapter 7.