Daddy Dean

Driving along without any music made Dean realize just how silent the woods surrounding his new home were. No animal called out, no loose branch fell to the ground and most of all, no one screamed for help. Dean was tired of saving the lives of strangers. He had sacrificed so much for people who did not even know he existed.

The car slowed to a halt as Dean pulled up to the cabin. While he cut off the engine, Dean thought about what would happen a year from now. If Sam wouldn’t be hurt and he would stay with Dean forever, then was this deal the best he could hope for?

Dean had already resolved not to tell Sam. His little brother would undoubtedly worry, though more for Dean than himself. Dean went inside the cabin, shivering the moment he stepped inside. Winter was already turning this place into an icicle. In the back of his mind, Dean knew that Sam could handle a little cold. But he still berated himself for leaving the younger Winchester in these conditions.

He was prepared for this, however. A fireplace was the main attraction of this building. It took up nearly the entire wall and was able to heat every room. It would be cheaper than using the electric heater, so their bank shouldn’t complete as quickly. Dean didn’t want to go collecting money more often than necessary.

He made quick work of the logs that were already stashed close by. His lighter and a good amount of gas gave birth to a small fire. Dean tended to it until the small flame grew enormous. It was only a matter of time now.

Dean went into the bedroom. Sam was asleep with a blanket draped over him. Dean got around on the other side, unintentionally waking Sam when he slid beside him.

“Hey Daddy,” Sam smiled.

Looking at Sam’s face brought a smile to Dean’s own.

“Hey. You weren’t too bored here, were you?”

Sam turned his body and used his elbow to support his head.

“Let’s just say it’s better now that you’re here.”

“I got us some money.”

“So, I heard.”

“Could buy you some books for the next time I’m out.”

Sam thought silently about this offer. His hair was getting longer, Dean realized. He was probably due for a haircut.

Finally, Sam said, “I saw a library on our way to the movie theater. That would be cheaper than buying a bunch of books I might never read again.”

“Well. I’m not a big book nerd, so I’ll have to take your word for it.”

“We can go there tomorrow?”

“‘Course,” Dean answered simply, savoring the warmth in Sam’s eyes. There was love there and something else, something that Dean knew to be lust.

Their lips connected quickly, a feverish desire coursing through their bodies. Sam momentarily had the upper hand until Dean toppled over him, his kiss now forceful. Their erections were forming, their bodies were heating up, and Dean decided to get his reward for bringing money in.

His mouth trailed from Sam’s mouth to Sam’s collarbone. He licked the blade once or twice before taking the skin between his teeth. He heard the heavenly sound of his little brother groaning in pleasure. Everything was perfect.

Sam couldn’t agree more. How he adored Dean! The blonde man was claiming him like a beast claiming a piece of meat. The comparison shouldn’t have made Sam as hard as it did. He knew that but he didn’t care. All he cared about was Dean; loving Dean, pleasing Dean...

The joy in his heart was slowly evaporating by some unknown cause. He couldn’t understand this sudden shift in perspective. Dean wasn’t hurting him. They were both willing participants in this. And yet Sam suddenly didn’t care about pleasing Dean as much as he had these past few hours.

Dean continued to bite without seeing how his brother’s eyes wandered off into the distance. Sam remembered. The spell wore out. He had to escape and find Bobby. It was the only way to help Dean.

Sam knew he couldn’t let Dean know that he snapped out of it. Dean finished with his neck and looked into his eyes. Sam’s jaw fell slack looking at Dean’s smoldering eyes; he would enjoy this as if it would be the last time.

When Sam tried to kiss Dean, the elder pulled away with a smirk.

“Okay. I’ve been a gentleman. Can we get to it now?” he asked half-jokingly.

Sam wetted his lips.

“Lube’s on the table.”

Dean turned to where the bottle was delicately placed. He coated his member with a generous amount. Sam suddenly sat up and inserted his own fingers inside, stretching himself. Dean looked shocked at this bold display of initiative, though he didn’t complain.

Sam positioned himself so that Dean was right behind him. He nearly cursed when he felt Dean’s fingers. He already prepared himself. Dean should know he only needed preparation once. They have done this kind of thing for a long time. Dad never found out...

The second preparation was over with quickly. Perhaps Dean was just as eager as Sam was. Sam felt Dean’s organ push through his inner walls, nearly taking his breath away. Dean mumbled something incoherent as he started his thrusting. Sam had the amazing ability to always be tight for him and the compression made his dick nearly erupt too soon. Sam’s breathless groaning was better than hearing an angel whisper loving words.

Although he was exhilarated by the idea of rough sex, Dean made sure not to be so hard that he tore anything. Protecting Sammy had always came before everything, even sex.

They groaned and Sam came first, his seed splattering onto the bed sheets. The warmth of the aftermath splashed through his body, relaxing his muscles and giving Sam a sudden sense of calm. He quietly let Dean reach climax before setting his next plan in motion. He felt Dean collapse onto the bed and trying to pull him down with him. They always liked to sleep right after late night sex.

“Daddy. Can I take a shower?” Sam asked.

“In the morning,” Dean mumbled, finally succeeding in pulling Sam down.

Sam had no choice but to relent. If he protested, Dean would figure out that he wasn’t going to bend over backwards to please him. He would put two and two together and figure out that the command wore off. Then he would restate it and, not only that, but he would be more careful about periodically renewing his orders.

If Sam played along until the morning, he would have a much better chance to escape. Dean’s thoughts would be hazy in the morning and Sam might convince him to let him go. If there was a way to get Dean to let Sam go off for even a second, Sam could make a break for it and cover his ears while he was running.

It was a ludicrous plan in his head. Sam would be risking a lot. But his eyes were getting heavier and he figured he would think better with a little bit of rest.

“Goodnight....Dean...” he murmured thoughtlessly.

“Night, baby boy,” Dean wrapped his arms around Sam tightly.