Bittersweet Reunion

Title: Bittersweet Reunion Part IX
Author: Darkestangel
Summary: The deceit begins
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 and Devil’s Trap
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 the season premiere of Supernatural (post wreck recovery)
3. Inner voices are in italics. There will be a dialogue going back and forth between the Demon and Sam that Dean and John cannot hear.
4. Flashbacks are also in italics.


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“No…God! No!” Sam pleaded.

The demon rolled his eyes at the predictable Winchester response. “You and your father sound like a broken record.” The demon wanted all of the Winchesters to survive so that they could experience his wrath. Once again, the family had fucked up his plans but now it was his turn for revenge. He looked at the trucker who was coming to on the ground, “Go and call for help you idiot!” The trucker assessed the situation, remembered ramming into the Chevy, being out of control, and scrambled to his feet to follow the demon’s command. The demon watched as the trucker ran off to his rig to use the radio, “I swear Sammy, you two boys better be worth all this effort.” The demon looked over his shoulder at Dean, “This is going to be the performance of a lifetime. I just might get an Oscar and an Emmy for the way I’m going to play you Dean.”

“Please don’t do this…just take me, leave Dean alone,” Sam cried.

“Just shut up! Don’t you Winchesters ever stop whining?” the demon asked in frustration. “Trust me Sammy, once you sample everything your brother has to offer, you won’t be able to stop yourself. Besides, just consider it something else you and your father have in common; the women you loved burning alive, both of your needs for revenge at all cost, and now you both will be fucking Dean’s ass…and that pretty mouth. You’re going to thank me for this later, I promise…”

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Carthage, Missouri McCune-Brooks Hospital

The demon stared down at the unconscious body of John Winchester willing the human to open his eyes. The oldest Winchester had been lying in the hospital bed going in and out of unconsciousness for four days. The demon had heard the doctors and nurses talking about a slight swelling of the brain but surgery was deemed not necessary. The hospital staff had communicated to the youngest Winchester that his father’s prognosis was good but that recovery from his head trauma could take several days.

“You’re one lucky bastard John,” the demon softly remarked as his looked at the blue sling which held John’s injured right arm close to his body. “You broke your elbow and a couple of ribs, but other than that you made it through unscathed.” The demon watched as the human’s eyes twitched in acknowledgement, “Dad?”

John Winchester let out a low moan of pain as he slowly tried to open his eyes, “Sam?”

“It’s me Dad, open your eyes for me,” the demon pleaded.

John blinked his eyes several times trying to focus in on the face of his youngest, “Sammy…where’s your brother?”

The demon watched as the eldest Winchester’s eyes focused on his face, “Dad, we’ve already talked about this several times…”

“He’s not dead is he?” John asked in fear.

“No, he’s alive, but he’s in a drug-induced coma to allow the swelling in his brain to go down,” the demon replied watching closely for the human’s reaction. “Dean has a subdural hematoma and he’s lost a lot of blood…thanks to you.”

“It wasn’t me,” John explained trying to push the blankets off his body. “What room is he in?”

The demon placed his hand on John’s hand stopping the human from leaving the bed, “Where do you think you are going?”

John studied the face of his youngest noting the lack of cuts and bruises, “Why aren’t you injured?”

“Can’t wait to hear you explain this one away,” Sam teased the demon inside his own head.

“I was even luckier than you,” the demon answered smiling. “I was on the least impact side of the car. Dean was thrown from one side to the other and you took a direct hit.”

John eyed his son suspiciously, “And the bruises from Jefferson City?”

“You’ll never be able to fool him like you did Dean and me. He knows too much about you now,” Sam remarked confidently.

“I guess it wasn’t as bad as it looked, “the demon replied. “Besides, the nurse gave me some anti-bruise cream to apply to it and it seems to be helping.”

John bought Sam’s excuse and tried to push his son’s hand away, “Let me go see Dean.”

“No,” the demon began. “The doctor would have a stroke if he saw you out of bed so early.”

“Sam,” John warned.

“No Dad, you’re still recovering from a head trauma, and I am not going to let you go wandering the halls of this hospital alone.”

“Then come with me,” John pleaded. “Take me in a wheelchair if you must, but I have to see Dean with my own eyes.”

The demon inside Sam was more than happy to let John go and see Dean. He wanted the human to suffer. He wanted John to see the injuries he had caused his own son and let the guilt eat away at him, “Are you sure you can handle seeing him hooked up to a ventilator and not moving?”

John winced at the vision of Dean helpless, “I’ll be alright. Now, would you please take me to him?”

“Are you sure you’re going to be able to look at his pale face and not blame yourself for the state he’s in?” the demon cruelly asked moving the blanket and allowing John to move his legs to the side of the bed before heading over towards the door.

John looked at his son in exasperation, “Sammy, could we do this whole ‘throwing this shit in my face’ after I’ve seen my boy?”

The demon opened the door to the room and saw a wheelchair in the hall, “Hold that thought. I’ll be right back.”

John sat on the bed with his feet touching the floor grateful that he was wearing support stockings. He could feel the coolness from the clean tile sending a chill up his legs and into his heart. He had nearly killed Dean because of the demon, and he doubted very seriously that he and Dean would ever be able to move past the events of the last week. On top of that, his youngest son now saw him as the enemy; an enemy that he would undoubtedly try to eliminate.

The demon reappeared a few moments later with a wheelchair and rolled it up towards John’s bed, “Now, where were we?”

“I had asked you if we could do this whole accusation shit until after I see Dean,” John clarified while trying to move his bruised and beaten body into the chair.

The demon watched the human struggling to get into the chair, and as appealing as watching John fall on his ass was, the demon knew that Sam would never let such a thing happen, so he offered an arm for support, “Fair enough, but I warn you that I will never let you close to him again.”

John settled into the chair, took in a couple of deep breaths from his exertion, and looked poignantly at Sam, “If that’s what he wishes.”

The demon grabbed the blanket off the bed and threw it over to the human, “Cover your legs, it’s chilly out in the halls.” The demon turned the wheelchair around and wheeled the human out into the busy hospital halls. He knew that John Winchester didn’t suspect a thing because he was behaving just as the real Sam would under the circumstances. The demon made a conscious effort to behave like Sam in all aspects. It was crucial that the demon fool the father if he had any hopes of fooling Dean. The demon pushed the chair towards the elevator and waited patiently for the doors to open, “Dean is on the ICU floor. I hope that they’ll let you in to see him.”

John watched as the electronic display on the elevator traveled from five to two, “I’m sure we can convince them if necessary.”

When the elevator door opened, the demon pushed the wheelchair into the lift, “You see, that’s the thing, I’m not so sure I want you to see him right now. Your presence might upset him.”

John placed his left hand over his eyes and rubbed at the headache that dulled his senses, “Sam, I have to see him…he’s my son.”

The demon pushed seven on the elevator display, “And I’m his brother and it’s my job to protect him and…”

“You don’t have to protect him from me, that bastard is no longer a threat to us,” John interrupted placing his left hand back onto his lap along with his damaged right arm.

“That’s not true Dad. Please see the truth before it’s too late,” Sam cried within his own head.

“It’s still out there. It could be inside anyone,” the demon hinted to the oblivious human. “And you were hurting Dean way before that demon took over you.”

“You wouldn’t understand Sam. What Dean and I have is complicated,” John began. “I never meant to let it get this far, but it just happened.”

The demon secretly enjoyed the sound of distress and regret in the human’s voice, “You never meant for your cock to end up in Dean’s ass?”

John closed his eyes in shame, “Must you make it sound so cruel?”

The elevator ringed announcing their arrival at the seventh floor, “I’m sorry, you never meant to make love to your own son?”

John looked up at Sam in irritation as the chair was wheeled off the elevator, “Don’t be such an asshole about this Sam. You have no idea what it’s been like dealing with this nagging guilt and shame for the last ten years.”

“No I suppose I don’t,” the demon whispered into John’s ear. “I have no idea what it’s like to rape my own son and laugh about it.”

John knew that Sam would be furious with him, but he hadn’t expected such cruelty, “Oh, like you’ve never hurt him before…”

“I know I’ve hurt him but nothing like you,” the demon hissed as he pushed the wheelchair towards the ICU desk. “He trusted you and you betrayed him.”

“We’ll talk about this later,” John warned before Sam rolled him up to the nurse’s station. “Excuse me; I am here to see my son, Dean Winchester.”

The two female nurses exchanged knowing glances, “Are you John Winchester, Dean’s father?”

“Yes, I was hoping to see Dean for a few minutes if that is possible,” John replied.

“Let me check with your doctor first. You really should be in your own room resting,” the brunette responded while picking up the phone.

John watched nervously as the nursed paged his doctor, “You tell him that I am not leaving this floor until I see Dean. I have to know that he’s still alive.”

The demon placed a reassuring hand on John’s shoulder, “I’m sure that Dean’s nurses will put in a good word for you, want you?”

The other nurse recognized Sam from his other visits to the ICU and smiled, “We’ll do our best Mr. Winchester.”

Sam,” the demon remarked smiling brightly. “You can call me Sam.”

John wondered when Sam had become so comfortable around women. Sam had always been the shy one where Dean had always been the bold one. He listened attentively to the other nurse’s phone conversation hoping that he wouldn’t have to get ugly with the nurses.

“Yes sir, I understand,” the brunette on the phone replied. “I’ll let Mr. Winchester know your instructions.” The nurse hung up the phone and looked at John with sympathy, “Dr. Morris is not happy with you at the moment. He feels that it is best that you go back to bed and rest, but he did say that I could let you see Dean for five minutes, and not a second longer.”

John released a breath of relief he didn’t know he had been holding in, “Thank you.”

“Thank you ladies,” the demon grinned before turning the wheelchair down the hall. “Dean would like them don’t you think?”

“Like who,” John asked as he was pushed down towards Dean’s room.

“The nurses…they’re hot,” the demon said as he happily rolled John further towards his emotional doom.

“Since when do you notice things like that Sam?” John suspiciously asked.

“You’re a stupid-ass. You got the wrong brother! I don’t flirt like Dean,” Sam laughed at the demon.

“Well you should Sam. You’re good-looking in a ‘boy-next-door’ way,” the demon commented before berating himself for his stupid mistake. He was getting too confident and making miscalculations in regards to John Winchester.

“Actually, Jessica was in nursing school, and I started getting a thing for nurses once I started dating her,” the demon grinned. “But of course, you wouldn’t know that because you weren’t in my life for four years. You kicked me out, remember?”

“Sam….I can’t deal with this right now. I can only handle one crisis at a time,” John calmly stated hoping that his son would drop the intense conversation.

The demon stopped the chair at Dean’s opened door and pushed John inside the dreary room up to Dean’s bed, “I’ll give you guys a few minutes alone.”

“Thank you,” John absently spoke as his youngest son left him alone with Dean. “Jesus,” John spoke softly as he felt tears burning his eyes. He took in Dean’s pale appearance, noting the IV’s and the ventilator tube stuck down Dean’s throat and began trembling uncontrollable, “What have I done to you baby?” John could hear the ventilator breathing for Dean, and watched as the machines around Dean’s bed kept him alive, “I never should have came back…you wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for me.” John swept his eyes up and down Dean’s body noting the bruises on his arms, the cut on his forehead and cheek, and the dark shadows of exhaustion underneath his eyes, “If you can hear me Dean…I want you to know that I love you, and I’m sorry for everything I’ve ever done to you. I never should have allowed myself to cross that line when you were sixteen.” John placed his hand onto Dean’s stilled hand and squeezed it gently, “I took advantage of your need for attention and I used you to satisfy my own sick needs, but I always loved you more than any father ever should.” John closed his eyes feeling the tears as they seeped down his face listening as the ventilator hissed in effort forcing oxygen down into Dean’s lungs, “The last year has been a living hell without you, but you have to believe me when I say that I never meant to stay gone that long, but once I found the demon’s trail, I couldn’t let it go. I wanted to call you so many times and tell you how sorry I was, but another part of me thought that if I left you alone you would find someone better than me to make you happy.”

John’s back stiffened when he heard a presence from behind, “What’s his prognosis?”

The demon was impressed that John could sense his presence despite his emotional breakdown, “Once the swelling goes down, and they make sure that there is no hemorrhaging, the doctors will allow Dean to wake up on his own.”

“And,” John prodded as he watched Dean’s chest rising with forced effort.

“They won’t know anything until he wakes up…There could be brain damage, permanent disability, but they feel that Dean has a good chance of a full recovery,” the demon began. “They are however, concerned with the amount of blood loss and the damage that may have been done to his vital systems.”

“You mean he could have organ failure?” John tentatively asked.

The demon knowingly smiled knowing that the human could not see his pleasure, “That’s right. Dean will most likely survive the car wreck, but the damage you did to him, the blood loss might be the one that kills him.”

“Glad to hear how much you’re enjoying yourself at my expense Sammy,” John sarcastically replied refusing to look at his hateful son.

“And, the doctors were a little confused about some of the other injuries they discovered when they did a more thorough examination of Dean’s body,” the demon smugly began. “It seems that Dean may have been sexually assaulted recently and the cops want to talk to him once he wakes up.”

John reluctantly tore his eyes from Dean’s lifeless body and looked at Sam in anger, “What did you tell them?”

“Nothing, I played it off. I told them about the wreck and that was all,” the demon replied.

“They didn’t wonder about the unusual blood loss?”

“I told them that you two had been fishing up near Grand Falls in a cabin, and I had come by to pick you up to take you two back home because you had called and told me that Dean had been injured, but we were suddenly hit by a truck in the middle of nowhere,” the demon commented walking over towards the other side Dean’s bed.

“So, you left it open so that all the suspicion would fall on me?” John asked incredulously.

“What was I suppose to do? You were the one who assaulted him and nearly bled him to death,” the demon replied placing his hand on Dean’s hand. “You’re the guilty party here, not me.”

John stared over at his youngest in shock, “Sam, you know that wasn’t me. Son, you have to help me out here.”

The demon looked tenderly down at Dean’s pale face noting the deep cut on Dean’s forehead that had been stitched, “I hope that cut doesn’t scar.”

“Sam, please tell me that you’re not going to let me go down for this,” John pleaded.

The demon ran his fingers softly over the cut on Dean’s forehead, “I guess that really depends on Dean now doesn’t it?” The demon traced the bumpy cut with his callused finger wondering what other cuts and bruises ran the gambit of Dean’s body, “Maybe he’ll see it in his heart to forgive you and lie for you to the cops, but I won’t. Don’t even waste your breath asking me.”

“Time’s up gentlemen,” the nurse announced from the open door. “Dr. Morris wants you back in bed now.”

John squeezed Dean’s hand one last time, “I’ll come back when I can Dean.” John released Dean’s hand and sat numbly as Sam turned the chair around and rolled him out of Dean’s room. He didn’t say a word as his son rolled him towards the elevator. He couldn’t believe that Sam would let him go down for something the demon had caused. Surely, Sam could see that he would never hurt Dean on purpose.

“How does it feel Dad?” the demon asked as he pushed John onto the empty elevator and pushed two on the control display. “How does it feel to have your own son let you down like you have done to us so many times in the past?”

“I have to say Sammy that I’m not that surprised. You always were a selfish prick,” John sneered.

“Like father, like son,” the demon retorted. “You’ve always looked out for yourself, leaving Dean and me alone to raise ourselves.”

“That’s right Sam…tell me how bad a father I am for the two-hundredth time,” John grimaced. “I never get tired of hearing it from you. It’s what I missed most when you were at Stanford; you’re whining and complaining.”

The demon could feel little resistant from Sam from within which made him feel that Sam approved of his handling of John. Obviously, Sammy-boy had some issues with his old-man, “And I missed your ‘we have a higher purpose in life’ speech, and you actually got Dean to believe that shit, didn’t you?”

The elevator opened at the second floor and John felt his son pushing his wheelchair down the hall at a quicker ominous pace, “You’re not going to push me down the stairs are you Sammy?”

“If it weren’t for Dean and what he would do to me, I think that I could push you to your death as angry as I am with you at the moment,” the demon scoffed as he pushed the human back into his own hospital room. “But somehow, I think that Dean would never forgive me.”

“Well, you know how forgiving Dean can be,” John replied as he struggled to lift his body out of the chair and onto the bed. “He might even thank you for it.”

“That’s not true!” Sam exclaimed. “Dad, Dean doesn’t hate you…and neither do I.”

“Oh…but he’s going to hate you Sammy. Just give it some time,” the demon teased.

“You keep your hands off of him you son-of-a-bitch!” Sam warned.

“Or what, you going to nag me to death, complain my ears off?” the demon laughed.

“Here, let me help,” the demon offered as he supported John’s weight and guided him onto the bed. “I don’t hate you Dad, and I don’t want to see you dead, but I’m not lying to the cops for you, besides, I’ve already made a statement and if I go back on it…”

“They’ll suspect even more,” John interrupted. “I know how the cops work Sammy…I’ll find away around this.”

The demon secretly hoped that the human wasn’t able to escape the scrutiny from the Law. It would be truly lovely to see John Winchester go to prison for the rape and attempted murder of his own son. They didn’t look too fondly on that in prison. “Look, I’m going to go get something to eat, do you want me to bring you anything?”

John readjusted his blanket and IV and flicked on the television with his bed remote, “No, as a matter of fact, you don’t have to come and see me again. I understand if you don’t want to have anything to do with me.”

On the inside, Sam was torn in two. He hated John for what he had done to Dean, but on the other hand, he understood that his father was being torn apart by guilt and grief and he wanted to offer support for his wavering father, “Talk to me Dad. Tell me why you did it?”

“Are you serious with this lifetime drama shit?” the demon sneered at the inner voice. “Why he did it? Have you actually looked at Dean?”

“I know what he looks like, but that doesn’t excuse a father for betraying their child like my father has,” Sam explained.

“You will soon be made a hypocrite Sammy. Soon, you will understand the joys of incest,” the demon cautioned. “You really should stop judging your father for his desires because I’m going to make Dean hate you more than any brother has hated another; even Cain and Abel will pale in comparison.”

“I’ll be back Dad, but I am going to leave you alone for the rest of the night to let you think through some things,” the demon responded.

“And you?” John asked his troubled son.

The demon softly smiled, “We both have a lot to think about…but Dean’s recovery has to be our main focus for the time being. We will have plenty of time to work out our own issues after he is well.”

John watched as Sam turned to leave, “Thanks Sammy.”

The demon stopped and turned to look at the human, “For what?”

“For not pushing me down the stairs,” John joked.
The demon simply smiled and walked out of the room leaving John Winchester alone with his remorseful thoughts and memories…

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October 31st, 2001-Halloween Bisbee, Arizona

John hated Halloween more than any holiday; not because it reminded him of Mary or happier times, but because it was typically one of the slowest nights of the year for Supernatural activity. Despite the scariness associated with the holiday, most evil things preferred to rest on the holiday, and unless it fell on a full moon, Halloween usually was a bust as far as excitement was concerned. It didn’t help that Sam had left for Stanford two months earlier and had abandoned his family for normalcy. As a result of Sam’s betrayal, John had been clinging even tighter to Dean afraid to let his son out his sights; afraid that Dean would abandon him as well.

Ever since Sam had left, John and Dean had been working more cases and it was almost time for the Winchesters to pull up roots in Bisbee, Arizona, but John was trying to finish up a two-week notice at the garage he had been working at for the last year. It wouldn’t be long before Dean and he were traveling all over the country hunting and killing as many evil bitches as possible and hopefully come across the demon who had destroyed his family.

John pulled into the drive of his rented home noting that Dean’s car was in the drive and smiled at memory of giving the Impala to Dean the day after Sam had left for Stanford. Perhaps, it had been a bribe to keep Dean close to him, but the joy on Dean’s face from John’s gift was genuine, and a small part of John had wished that he had the guts to let Dean go his own way, but a larger part of him wanted nothing more than to hold Dean tight and refuse him freedom from his militant personality.

Before John could even stop the car completely, Dean ran out of the house grinning, “I thought you said that you would be late.”

John was surprised by Dean’s enthusiasm, looked at his watch, and saw that it was only six o’clock, “We were slow so I took off early. Why, you got something planned?” John got out his truck and smiled awkwardly at his oldest son.

Dean cautiously looked around the street noting the early trick-a-treaters on the street and pulled on his father’s arm, “I want to show you something but not here.”

John allowed his son to pull him into the house and slam the door behind him. He saw the bowl of candy by the door and arched his brow, “We’re actually going to participate in Halloween this year?”

Dean looked at the bowl and shrugged his shoulders, “I had planned on it but now that you’re home early.” Dean opened the door and put the bowl of candy onto the porch and turned off the porch light, “That’s close enough.”

“What has gotten into you Dean? You’re not possessed are you?”

Dean gave his father a sexy smile and wiggled his brows suggestively, “I’m hoping that you’ll be in me soon.” Dean leaped into his father’s arms, wrapped his arms and legs around John’s solid bulky body, and kissed John passionately sucking John’s tongue down his throat.

John was thrown aback by Dean’s behavior but savored it none-the-less. Sex with Dean had been hard ever since Sam had left. Dean had done nothing but go through the motions with no passion or real heat. John knew that Dean blamed him for Sammy leaving and he punished John the only way he knew how. John reluctantly yanked his mouth away from Dean’s probing tongue, “Are you okay?”

Dean grinded his hips into John’s crotch, “I’m so fucking horny for you…is that alright?”

John nodded his head in approval and allowed Dean to conquer his mouth once again. He held onto Dean’s supple body tightly as he walked them towards the bedroom they had been sharing for the last two months. The very night Sam had left had been the night John demanded Dean share his bed officially, now that Sam wasn’t around, but Dean had refused to give John himself; his body was insubstantial, but his heart and passion were not things that Dean would allow John to possess ever since he had kicked Sam out of the family.

“I want you so bad,” Dean moaned in between kisses. “I want you inside me… in our bed.”

John felt his heart flutter in excitement, “Are you sure that’s what you want?”

Dean ran his hot tongue down John’s bearded chin, down his neck, and bit his shoulder, “Yes…it’s all I’ve been thinking about all day.”

John moved his hands down Dean’s back and grasped his firm ass in his large hands, “You’ve been watching porn again on that laptop of yours?”

Dean ran his hands through his father’s hair and yanked his head back firmly looking into his father’s eyes intently as he slowly licked his lips with his pink tongue enjoying the lust he saw in his father’s eyes, “Are you complaining?”

“Hell no,” John moaned as Dean squeezed his head firmly. “You know I’ve missed you baby.” Dean shoved his tongue down John’s mouth again and held on for dear life as John walked them into the bedroom closing the door with his foot out of habit. John walked them over towards the bed and felt his knees at the edge of the bed. He ripped his mouth from his very eager son’s sinful lips, “Are you trying to make me cum in my pants boy?”

Dean smiled, bit his father’s bottom lip, and sucked on it tenderly, “Nope…I want you to cum inside me over and over again.”
John growled in approval and dropped Dean onto the bed, “God bless porn.”

Dean got up onto his knees, pulled his navy t-shirt over his head and pulled John onto the bed with him, “Porn is good…so fucking hot, it gets me all horny and needy for you.” Dean yanked his father’s plaid over-shirt off his arms and threw it into the floor, “It makes me want to be such a nasty slut for you.”

John ran his hands up and down Dean’s naked torso pinching and twisting Dean’s sensitive nipples, “You can be my slut anytime you want.” John pulled his dark green t-shirt over his head and returned his hands to Dean’s bare chest, “I want you so fucking bad baby.”

Dean pulled his hot mouth off of John’s neck and chewed on his bottom lip, “You want me bad?” Dean unbuttoned his own jeans, grabbed John’s hand, and shoved it down inside his pants, “I want you too…I want you to suck the cum out of me, spit it on my asshole, and shove it back inside me with your big hard cock.”

John pushed his hand onto his crotch trying to control his urge to explode in his pants, “Good God Dean! What the hell are you trying to do to me here?”

Dean laid back on the bed, ran his hands teasingly up his chest, and arched his neck in a seductive manner, “I’m just trying to make sure I have your attention Daddy.” Dean sat up on his elbows and spread his legs in an invitation, “Do I have your attention Daddy?”

John’s hand shook in excitement as he reached for Dean’s jeans and began tugging them off Dean’s trim hips, “You got my full attention boy…one-hundred fucking percent.” John pulled off Dean’s shoes, his pants and boxers followed, and he licked a trail of wetness up Dean’s foot, to his knee, to his inner thigh, to his hipbone, to his lower stomach, “You’re so fucking sexy Dean; I could just fucking eat you up.”

Dean ran his hands down his belly, over his hard prick, over his balls, down to his hole, and fingered the puckered entrance with his index finger, “Why don’t you start your meal here? I’ve heard it makes for an excellent appetizer.”

John couldn’t help but to laugh at Dean’s boldness, “You want me to eat your little hole out…want me to fuck you with my tongue?”

Dean remained on his elbows watching eagerly as his father spread his ass apart with his huge hands, “Yeah…make me cum on your tongue.”

John poked his tongue out barely touching Dean’s entrance smiling when Dean whimpered in excitement. “You all hot and horny for Daddy’s tongue aren’t you”

Dean relaxed into the bed pulling his knees up towards his chest giving John better access to his hungry hole, “Umm, please Daddy…make me wet for your cock.”

John got onto his knees on the floor and easily dragged Dean’s hips towards the edge of the bed, “Reach around and hold that hole open for me.” He watched in appreciation as Dean put a hand on each ass cheek and pulled himself apart exposing his most intimate place to his father’s scrutiny. John looked on in appreciation as the small tight hole was stretched open by Dean’s hands and he spat into the hole, “That’s good baby. Just like that…hold it open for Daddy.” John licked the spit off from the edges of Dean’s asshole and pushed it inside. He pushed his tongue inside Dean’s heat moaning in excitement at Dean’s musky taste, “You taste so fucking good baby.”

Dean held on tightly to his ass squirming in pleasure as his father feasted on his hole, “I love your tongue Daddy…love your fingers…your cock.”

John pulled back and looked at the wetness at Dean’s entrance, “You’re so beautiful like this; exposed and vulnerable for me.” John reached back and opened the nightstand seeking out the tube of lube he always kept handy. He placed a few drops on his fingers and placed two at Dean’s entrance, “Let Daddy in Dean.” He smiled in appreciation as he heard the high-keening sound coming from Dean as he breeched Dean’s sweet hole with two large fingers, “That’s it baby…God, this looks amazing. I wish you could see my fingers plunging in and out of your red hole...makes me so fucking hard Dean.” John pulled out his fingers and ran his tongue across the ring of tissue, plunging his tongue deep inside Dean’s body. He sucked on his fingers groaning from the taste of Dean on his finger and pushed them back inside Dean’s willing body, “I want you to cum on my fingers Dean. Imagine that they’re my cock claiming you.”

Dean’s arms were shaking from exertion, trying to keep his hold on his ass, “I want you to catch my spunk in your mouth Daddy.”

John lifted his head to Dean’s cock while continuing to fuck Dean with his fingers, “Feed Daddy…shoot it in my mouth so I can spit it back inside your pretty pussy-hole.”

Dean’s back arched in intense pleasure as his father’s fingers expertly stroked up against his prostate, “Yes…yes…yes…oh God…that feels so fucking good.”

John let Dean shoot his warm creamy spunk into his mouth while he fingered his son enthusiastically. His own neglected cock was weeping for attention but he was determined that tonight was about Dean’s pleasure. Once Dean was through releasing his pleasure, John made his way back down to Dean’s asshole, pulled the meaty cheeks apart with expert hands, and spat the cooling jizz he had caught from Dean’s eager prick inside Dean’s gaping greedy hole, “You feel that baby?” John placed his tongue on Dean’s quivering hole and gently pushed the spunk inside Dean’s body, “You want Daddy to fuck your cum inside you farther?”

Dean’s head was spinning with excitement and horniness, “Yeah…push my seed inside me.”

John stood up on unsure legs, shook his head slightly to clear his head, and pushed his jeans off his hips while toeing his boots off, Get on your knees boy and pull your ass apart for me…I want to see that insatiable hole of yours begging for my cock.”

Dean shuddered in excitement and crawled quickly to his knees. He placed his head on the sheets, placed his hands on his ass, and pulled his cheeks apart for his father, “I want you so bad Daddy…You see how wet you make me?”

John placed his hands on Dean’s hips, “Such a nasty little slut.” John easily slid the tip of his cock inside the spread and gaping hole, “Such a slut for Daddy’s cock.”

When Dean felt John pushing inside his body, he released the grip on his ass and began stroking his own cock back to hardness, “Shove it all the way inside me Daddy…fuck me hard.”

John pushed firmly inside Dean’s tightness rubbing his hands up and down Dean’s soft freckled-covered back, “Love being inside you baby…I’m one lucky fucker to have you.”

Dean sucked on his lips, shoved back hard onto this father’s hips, and continued stroking his prick back to full hardness, “God…I fucking love it when you split me in two with that beautiful cock of yours!”

John suddenly pulled out despite Dean’s protest. He quickly bent down, pulled Dean’s ass apart again, and admired the openness of Dean’s hole, “This is my hole…mine.” John licked at Dean’s cum-filled hole tenderly, “All mine.” John pulled himself back-up, maintained his grip on Dean’s cheeks, and sunk back down inside Dean’s heat.

“Umm, oh fuck...that’s fucking hot Daddy,” Dean moaned as he was once again pummeled by John’s weeping aching prick.

John released his brutal hold on Dean’s cheeks, “Pull your ass apart for me when I pull out again. I want you to keep your sweet-tasting hole open at all times for my tongue.” John delivered a few well thrusts before pulling out of Dean’s body again, “Open up for me.” John smiled in pleasure when he bent down again looking at Dean’s hungry cavernous hole spitting into it, “My hole.” He licked at it again getting it extra wet, “My fucking cunt.”

“Yes,” Dean moaned as he felt his father plunge back inside him brushing up against his sweet spot with each stroke. “You’re going to make me cum again Daddy.”

John reached around and grabbed the base of Dean’s cock, “Not yet boy. First, I want to cum on your face.” John grabbed Dean’s hands and brought them back to his ass, “Hold it open for me.” John pulled out of Dean’s body looked intently at the stretched opened hole and spat on it again. He shoved his cock inside and pulled out quickly again, “Mine.” John bent down, licked at the used hole, and plunged his cock back inside Dean’s hole, “My hole.”

Dean was practically spontaneous combusting, “Yours, always yours.” Dean could feel his father’s spit and his own seed dripping out of his asshole and down his thighs, “Give me your cum Daddy…feed your hungry boy.”

John knew he couldn’t hold his excitement any longer. He pulled out of Dean’s ass, man-handled him onto his back, and placed his cock at his son’s mouth, “Hold out your tongue Dean.” John felt his body jerking as his cock released thick ropey spunk onto Dean’s tongue, chin, and cheeks, “That’s it you nasty little slut…take your Daddy’s seed.”

Dean purred in pleasure as his father shot his release onto his face. The feeling of cum dripping off his nose and onto his cheek was enough to push Dean over the edge again, and he felt his own jizz racing out of his cock and onto this golden firm stomach.

John looked down at his son’s cum-covered face and smiled, “You’re beautiful covered in my seed.” Before he could even begin softening, John put Dean on his side, pulled one leg high up into the air giving him access to Dean’s gluttonous hole. He plunged back inside Dean’s heat and began thrusting in and out much to Dean’s approval.

“Oh fuck yeah…that’s it, give it to me again,” Dean screamed as his hole was claimed yet again by his father.

John allowed Dean’s tight body to bring him to full hardness again, “I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk straight…”

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The room was eerily dark with the only light in the room coming from the monitors and Dean remained in a coma, unmoving and unresponsive as the demon traced his hand up and down the human’s arm, “He’ll leave you again Dean. You have to believe that.” The demon softly ran his hand down Dean’s hospital gown down his flank, down his hip, and his thigh, “Daddy will leave you alone, and the only person you will be able to trust and rely on is me.” The demon traced his finger in between Dean’s thighs appreciating the modest coverage of the dreary hospital gown, and pushed his finger towards Dean’s most private place, “I’ll be here for you Dean. I’ll replace your Daddy.” The demon smirked when he noticed the heart monitor picking up pace as he pushed his index finger inside the human’s intense heat, “Little Sammy will take care of you from now on. You’ll just have to learn how to give up that nasty control.”

I hope it was worth the wait…
Part X coming soon.
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