Condemned to be Free

Warnings: non-con, rape, wincest if you know where to look

*It starts with the rape so consider yourself warned.


Dean cried out again as the man thrust into him harshly. He cursed himself for leaving Sam to sleep while he checked out the local bars for some pool players who could hand some money over to him.

Everything had been fine until he wanted to stop playing too suddenly for them. Usually he lost for a bit, then won for awhile, and then started losing again. This way he could play things off like he was quitting before he lost too much back to the guys and that usually appeased the people he played.

This time he tried to leave right after he'd won quite a bit. He couldn't help it. The guy that he was playing kept brushing up against him and this time he felt the man's erection. He wasn't about to start something so he just wanted to go.

The guy acted as if he were fine with Dean leaving and then followed him outside. Before Dean could reach his car he was thrown to the ground by the man who was easily twice Dean's size. He was about to yell out when someone came around the other side of the car and ripped the keys from Dean's clenched fist. He opened the door and helped the first man throw Dean into the car. The second man held Dean on his lap in the passenger seat while the first one drove the car.

Dean fumed at this insult. He didn't let anyone drive his car except his brother and he was not going to allow this to happen if he could help it. He began to struggle and finally that got the guys to stop the car, but to Dean's disappointment it was in an abandoned parking lot of an old factory building that hadn't been used in years.

"Mark, is he too much for you?" The driver laughed and got out of the car.

"Yeah, Sam, he's way too much for me." He laughed as well and Dean struggled harder.

Not Sam...any name but Sam.

He broke free and started to run when Sam grabbed him. "Not so fast, boy. We need to have some fun. I'll let you keep our money even. See how nice I am?"

Dean just continued to fight, pulling away from the men and crying out in anger as his shirt was ripped down the middle.

It wasn't until the man called Mark started playing with his nipple that he began to come to terms with the fact that this was going to happen.

He switched from fighting to begging. He refused to cry, but pleaded with the men to let him go, offering up all of the money he had.

Sam grinned and helped Mark get a hold on Dean before coming to face him. His tongue snaked out and licked Dean's lips drawing a shudder from the younger man. "Such a pretty little mouth...."

He shoved his tongue into Dean's mouth and jammed his thumb and finger into his cheeks to prevent him from biting down.

Dean gagged as he tasted cigarettes and stale beer on the other man. He was finally forced away from Sam and down to his knees. Sam growled. "Fuck this. I'm not waiting."

Mark smiled. "Hell yeah...it's rare to find one this pretty."

He held on to Dean's wrists and wrapped an arm around his head as well as Sam ripped Dean's pants down, having no care for the button that flew off. He tried and tried to shove himself deep into Dean, but he couldn't without hurting himself as well due to the dryness.

He fished around in his pockets and pulled out a condom. "Comes with lube..." He chuckled and pulled it on, shoving himself into Dean and listening to the boy howl with the pain.

Dean closed his eyes and clenched his jaw against the pain. He felt himself being ripped apart and felt that he would probably die that night. It wouldn't be a demon or a curse that took Dean Winchester out of this world, but a couple of horny rapists. Dean bit back the cries as the man continued to thrust into him.

"Say my name..."

Dean's eyes snapped open and shook his head. "No....please..."

Sam immediately began to thrust harder. "Say it and I'll end this for you."

Dean continued to shake his head until he felt a thrust tear him more. Then he allowed himself to sob. "Sam!"

The thrusting eased up and the man smiled. "Sammy...."

Dean choked on his tears and nodded. "Sammy...."

The rape continued until Sam was satisfied and then he moved to allow Mark a turn. Mark grabbed his own condom and Sam smirked. "Still dry?"

"No, the blood has him lubed up, but...it's blood...I don't know where he's been...You either, for that matter." He slipped on the condom and began to fuck Dean not caring that the boy was now a complete sobbing mess, having been broken by the simple sound of a name.

Sam wasn't holding him tight, but he was cradling him as he was being raped again. "Pretty boy...pretty mouth...pretty ass...say my name again."

Dean just started chanting 'Sammy' letting the man think he was obeying when in fact he was calling for help, not aware that Sam Winchester's sixth sense had kicked into high gear the first time he yelled his name.

Mark was smaller than Sam and began to hit Dean's prostate. Despite the situation, Dean became physically aroused and just wanted to die right there and then. That's when they heard the sound of a twig snapping in the distance.

Mark pulled a gun out of his jacket pocket and held it to Dean's head while Sam knelt down next to Dean who had been pulled upright as a shield for Mark. Sam laughed. "Damn...he's hard..."

He licked Dean's earlobe. "Say my name..."

Dean continued to chant 'Sammy' no longer knowing what was happening around him and only feeling the mix of pain and physical pleasure.

There was a gasp as Mark came hard and then two pops. Dean felt Mark slide out of him and saw Sam collapse before falling to his side, curling up into a ball, still chanting, 'Sammy'.

Sam Winchester stared at the two bodies, amazed that he had managed to hit Mark in the head when he was so close to Dean. He just couldn't stand to hear the broken cries of his brother calling his name anymore.

He knelt down next to Dean and stroked his hair. "Dean? You're free now..."

Dean just continued saying his brother's name and thinking that now he'd rather be dead. He'd never be free. Sam's rescue had only condemned him with his freedom and he would never be able to say his brother's name again without this moment echoing in his mind.

Sam laid down next to Dean after pulling his pants back on. "Dean...please..." He laid his forehead next to his and just stayed with his brother, wishing he could summon up the courage to put the gun to Dean's head and pull the trigger, but he decided that if Dean was condemned then they'd be condemned together.


TBC...