Part 1, Control
by ctrlphreaque
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Dean's arms were on fire and, despite his control, his hands were shaking. 'No,' his mind begged his body to hold steady as he felt the water moisten his fingers. He had been still for almost an hour, his shoulders and back were cramping and he could not feel his legs below the knees. 'Just a few more minutes,' willing himself to finish, he dared a furtive glance at the clock with his eyes. He could not make out the time but he knew it was not near close enough. 'Damn it,' he thought helplessly.
Dean heard the footsteps that signaled that this was to end. He had failed, however, he did not put down water glasses, he held his arms out as steady as he could and waited. The water from the glasses traveled down his trembling arms and was dripping off his elbows providing the evidence of his failure. 'I can never make it,' thought Dean hearing the door open. He flinched when Sam stepped in front of him, making the water spill more.
"You are a bad boy, Dean, such a loser, you spilt the water again. Can't you do anything right?" Sam sneered at his older brother struggling to keep his arms up. He marveled at the focus Dean had, his ability to stay as steady as he did. "You broke the rules, you know what that means," Sam's voice held the promise of more pain. "Recite," he ordered trailing his fingers across Dean's bare chest smearing the beads of sweat.
"R-rrule N-numb-ber one, D-do n-not ssp-pill the w-wat-ter. R-rrule N-numb-ber t-two, D-do n-not-t m-move. R-rrule N-numb-ber th-three, D-do n-not-t sp-peak-k," Dean was panting with effort, his fear broadcasting with every syllable. His stutter was more pronounced around Sam though he tried his best to control it. It was a weakness his younger brother took advantage of at every turn.
"You broke rule number one, spilling the water and in order for you to do that you broke rule number two, you moved. That is very bad Dean, very bad indeed. But then again, when have you ever not broken the rules," Sam was toying with Dean making him wait to be released, all part of the game. "You know rules are in place for a reason and are not to be broken whenever you take a notion. When will you ever learn? You know what I have to do now," Sam reprimanded fondling Dean's nipples, "I have to punish you for not fulfilling your obligation and for breaking the rules." He had that 'put upon' tone that scared Dean further as he tried to block out the touches. Sam took the glasses from Dean's outstretched hands but he did not let him lower his arms. Taking a sip he smiled when Dean unconsciously licked his lips needing a drink. "Go to your room," Sam dismissed him with a toss of his head.
Sam leaned against the door frame drinking the water and watched as his twenty year old brother unfolded himself from the position that was required for this exercise and pick up the broom he had been kneeling on. Sam smile widened as he heard the pain filled sounds coming from Dean as he moved, his aching muscles protesting. There was something quite sexual in the pants and moans that Dean was making and they were going straight to Sam's groin. His eyes followed his brother making his slow limping progress up the stairs.
Dean wanted to run away, hide, something other than be here. 'If I could just leave, be free,' it was a hope that died the first and only time he tried that. He was thirteen then and had gotten as far as the bus station across town when Sam walked up to him. "You are a bad boy, Dean," no nine year old should sound like that, "You know you cannot leave the family, leave me." Sam's eyes were dark and foreboding, "I told you I would find you no matter where you go." The punishment Dean endured left no room for doubt of Sam's powers nor his determination to keep Dean under his control. Also, Sam promised that next time he would include their parents. "As you know, the children's actions are a reflection of the parents and you are saying that our parents are bad. Running away Dean, what were you thinking? Do you want child services to be called in? Why do you hate them so much?" Dean cringed at the memory, wishing he had gotten away, but knowing that his mom and dad would have had to live with whatever retribution Sam would have inflicted on them. So he stood in the corner of his room, waiting for Sam, willing the world to open up and swallow him whole.
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