Sam was 9 years old. He was clinging to his pillow, humming softly to himself. No songs, just noise.. Noise in attempt to block out his brother's cries, and his father's low angry mumbles. This is the second time John has taken Dean from their bedroom.. Sam was too scared to get up. Too scared to investigate the cause of Dean's suffering.
Dad will probably yell at him like last time.. What's going on..
. . .
Not an hour before, Dean was here holding Sam's outstretched hand in the dark, whispering about their day.
'It'll get better, Sammy. We just need to stick it out a little longer,' Dean comforted, 'Dad's going on a hunting trip, soon.'
Moments later, the door to their bedroom opened, a dull glow lit up the room from darkness. Dean closed his eyes as soon as he realized that they weren't alone anymore. Sam followed suit, closing his eyes tightly. They heard footsteps scuff the hard wood floor, stopping by Dean's side. Dean's hand squeezed around Sam's. Sam didn't let go.
A hoarse whisper broke the silence, 'Let your brother's hand go, or you'll wake him up.' His Father.. He was taking Dean away again.. Sam swallowed a hiccup.
Clothes rustling from movement, and a whimper from Dean..
'Let him go. Now.' the voice hissed.
Sam felt his big brother's fingers slip out of his grip. He sat up without hesitation, 'Dean?'
Their father pushed Dean out the door behind him. He bent over Sam, 'Dean's just going on a walk with me, we'll be back real soon.' he whispered into Sam's ear, 'You go back to sleep. Don't get out of bed,' he warned.
He kissed Sam's forehead, and turned to Dean, who was backed in a corner in the hallway looking terrified. Sam leaned around John to see Dean looking back at him, and up at John. Dean made a split decision to make a run for it. He dug his toes into the wood panels and took off down the hallway. John cursed under his breath. He stepped out of the room, shutting the door behind him with a clunk.
Dean's adrenaline made his head swim. He ran to the lounge, taking steps in every direction looking for a place to hide.
No, he couldn't hide. He needed to get out. He'll come back for Sammy. Dad won't touch Sammy.
Dean stepped toward the front door and fumbled at the lock. His hands were shaking so bad.. 'Please..,' Dean breathed. The lock clicked. Dean let out a breath of relief as he turned the door handle.
A fist flew past his ear and into the door, cracking the wood in on its self. Fear made Dean's knees buckle and his stomach knot. He curled up on the floor, burying his face in his elbow. Dean's fight or flight instincts kicked in at full force. He was trapped. Trapped in a prison with a monster. His body locked up and protected its self to the best of it's ability.
John's hands wrapped around Dean's waist and chest, lifting him effortlessly off of the floor. Dean stared wide eyed at the floor, watching John's legs walk him into his bedroom across the hall. The smell of John's room was disgusting. Like moldy carpet, sweat, cigarettes and musky alcohol.
John placed Dean on his bed, face down, Dean's face still tucked into his elbow.
Dean felt his father's hands at his pants, undoing the pull string of his pajamas. Dean's eyes widened, instincts pulling into fight. He jolted his arms down and clutched onto his waistband trying desperately to keep his pants up by his hips. Dean clenched his teeth, 'Dad,' he grunted, 'stop,' he pulled one of his knees up for leverage.
John pinched the back of Dean's arm, causing Dean let go of his waistband with a yelp, 'Above your head,' John commanded, tapping at Dean's wrists.
Dean's lip trembled, 'I don't want to- I don't want to do this,' Dean stuttered, turning to look up at John, 'I don't want to.. It hurts.'
John stared blankly down at his son in response. Waiting.
Tears blurred Dean's vision. He complied, folding his arms above his head, hugging his elbows.
John continued at Dean's pajamas, pulling them off with ease.
'Please, Dad..,' Dean begged.
John rolled Dean over and ran his hand up the inside of his son's thigh. Dean's hands shot down and pushed John's hand away. 'I don't want to!' Dean yelled, 'Let me go!'
John pulled his fist back and jolted it in a mockery.
Dean gasped as his hands shot up to protect his face.
'Keep 'em there,' John ordered, caressing Dean's thigh once more. -no- Dean thought, 'It's not right!' He pulled his ankles up, and locked his knees together, kicking at John hard in the chest.
John fell backwards, stumbling off of the bed. Dean took his chance, heart racing, he rolled off of the bed and stood beside it, ready to run, 'Why are you doing this to me?' Dean cried,
John caught his breath, 'Because,' he breathed, stepping around the bed, 'I've got no one else, Dean. No one but you.'
Dean made a break for it. He leapt onto the bed toward the door.
John threw a punch mid-air, his fist connecting with the outside of Dean's thigh, giving him a dead leg. Dean let out a sob, crumpling onto the bed. John clambered over the top of his son and pried his knees apart, pulling Dean's shaken body toward him.
'The more we do this,' he leant over Dean and kissed his chest, 'the more fun, and easier it will be.'
He spat on his finger and slid it all the way into Dean's ass. Dean squeezed his eyes closed, gasping and bucking away from the sudden intrusion, but to no avail. John pressed his body over Dean's, immobilizing him. He continued sliding his fingers in and out of his son's abused body, grinding against him heavily.
'Stop.. Ah, Stop..' Dean panted, trying to catch his breath,
John leant in and breathed against Dean's neck, 'Such a good boy..,' the smile in John's tone made Dean cringe. His breath smelled like alcohol.
John paused, shifting his weight to allow his other hand to "explore". He ran his free fingers along Dean's chapped lips, and placed them in his mouth. Dean gagged at the taste of metal and salt on his father's fingers. 'Suck on them for me,' John breathed dryly.
Dean looked into John's eyes and ran his tongue over his fingers, with tears streaming down the sides of his face.
John removed his finger from Dean's ass. Dean pushed at his father's sweaty chest, attempting to stop the situation once more.
'Keep sucking,' John growled. Dean closed his eyes, running his tongue over John's fingers.
John replaced the empty feeling in his son's ass with his cock. Dean's eyes snapped wide open as he screamed into John's hand, biting down hard from the intense pain.
Wasting no time, John pulled his son's ankles up into his chest and started pumping him deep into the stained mattress.
Dean tried to swat at his face, but John caught his hand and pinned it above his head.
Dean groaned as he strained against his father's weight. He couldn't move at all. It felt like his insides were on fire. It felt like he was being fucked by a baseball bat.
'Oh Dean..,' John moaned, 'You're so tight,' he removed his fingers from Dean's mouth and kissed him, not bothering to swallow the desire in his saliva. Dean spat back at John's lips, only creating more fluid between them.
John reached down and stroked Dean's flaccid member.
Dean flinched away from the sudden interest. He clenched his teeth, and pushed at his father's hips in vain. He couldn't breathe. The room was spinning. 'Please..'
John was grunting with every thrust. Sweat was beading and dripping off of his hair onto Dean's bare skin. His fingers dug into Dean's thighs, his hips rammed into Dean's ass harder and faster as he reached his climax, his throbbing cock filling Dean's ass with his orgasm. 'Dean-' John gasped, 'Dean, oh, Dean...'
John pulled out and sat upright on his knees, smiling down on Dean's shaken, marked body.
Dean curled in on himself, rolling to the side so that he could breathe. His body burned. He was sticky, hot, and exhausted from the fight.
John leant forward, brushing his fingers through Dean's hair, 'did you like that, Dean?' he breathed, 'Do you know how much I love you?'
Dean cringed away from his father's touch, unable to say a word.
'Dean,' John took a fistfull of Dean's hair, pulling him up onto his elbows in front of him. Dean let out a cry as his head was spun around.
'Dean, I need you to know,' John pushed his cock against his son's lips, 'I need you to know how much I love your body,' John insisted, 'Open your mouth, son.' Dean turned his head away.
'I said open your fucking mouth,' John demanded. He grabbed Dean's cheeks and squeezed them hard into his teeth until his jaw opened, He slid his cock into Dean's mouth in one fluent motion, thrusting down his throat.
Dean started sobbing. He couldn't see.
His hands pressed at his father's hips to try to pull his head away, but John had a good hold of his hair. Each thrust cut off his air supply. The taste was disgusting. He could taste his father's orgasm.. Himself.. And he hasn't seen John shower in about a week..
He gagged. His muscles constricted around John's cock.
'Oh, God.. Dean, do that again..' John panted, thrusting deep into his throat, cutting off his air supply completely. Dean started gagging again. Convulsing.
His hands slipped from his father's hips, the desperate thrusts ragdolling his limp body. Once more, John bucked hard into his mouth, holding the position. Dean felt the cum slide down his throat.
'Dean..' John moaned, releasing the merciless grip he had on Dean's hair.
Dean let himself fall backwards onto the bed. He couldn't move. He just shook uncontrollably, unable to stop himself crying.
'That was.. Really good, Dean. I'm so proud of you.' John rested his hand on Dean's head.
If Dean had fight in him, he would have shied away from the touch. But his energy was drained. He wondered how he was still breathing.
The same voice cut into his thoughts like a bullet through glass, 'you're going to have to stay here tonight,' John soothed, 'Sammy will wonder why you're so tired.' He lifted Dean's limp body into his arms, and held him close under the sheets. His half flaccid cock slid in between Dean's ass cheeks. 'Mmm, that feels good..' his cock twitched.
Dean's breath hitched.
John was moving his hips slowly, 'I think you should stay home tomorrow. I could use your help around the house..' he entered Dean's raw ass again and sighed, 'We could use more practice, too.'
Dean squinted his eyes, straining to fight once more. He pushed at his father's hand around his waist, 'No..' Dean released himself from the hold and attempted to crawl away.
John smiled and pulled him back, thrusting all the way in. The warm wet tightness surrounding his cock once more.
Dean let out a strangled cry and went into shock from the abuse in his system. John rubbed his back gently, 'You're such a good boy.'