Dark Desires

Summary: After checking out a ghost in an old sex club, things go wrong when Sam finds himself on the wrong end of what this club really was used for but it's not only his life on the line. Both he & Dean must not only survive the ultimate sex curse but the fallout. *Limp/protective!Sam & Semi-haunted/aggressive/guilty!Dean* (Will have Wincest) See Warning and Author Note for more.

Warnings: Language as always. The chapters will have their own warnings which is what I normally do but for the basic warning this is taking place in an old sex club so that should say something right now. I'm pushing the kink button a little more than usual to include a bit more than the normal cuffs and such. I'll say it'll touch on some light BDSM and at the start of the next chapter it'll have a dub-con to slight non-con warning just to be safe but more on the dub-side of things at the start. Also, this will have mention of a past non-con event but will warn per chapter as is needed. I'll also toss in minor violence and the usual explicit warning since Wincest will happen. Sorry this is so long but I try to warn for nearly anything.

Pairing: Dean and Sam

Disclaimer: I don't own anything except for the evil imagination this stuff comes from.

A/N: Yes, another chapter piece and the 2nd one will probably be slightly longer than this one but it should just be three chapters.

Thanks to my dear friend and feeder of all types of plot bunnies, JaniceC678 for this particular one since she wanted to see a slightly rougher Dean but one not possessed by demons.

Hope you guys enjoy this one!

Chapter One

"This is the last time I let him pick a hunt on his own," Sam Winchester told himself darkly as he shined his flashlight around another room he was exploring while waiting on his brother to finish up. "Or he gives me time to do proper research because this place is just…wrong."

The mood and tenseness between he and his older brother had just been on the side of nails on a chalkboard tense.

Sam accepted Dean was pissed off with him and he tried to shrug off a lot of the other stuff his brother had said last week as just because Dean had been hit by the effects of that damn coin but it was hard.

Since returning from Purgatory Dean had been more on edge. He didn't sleep much but Sam suspected he knew why that was but hadn't brought it up because he'd learned from his brother's return from Hell that Dean handled nightmares in his own way and that was either not sleeping or drinking himself to sleep.

The strain between the Winchesters over not only Dean's friendship with Benny, a vampire, but also Sam's apparent disinterest in looking for his brother the year he was missing and trapped in Purgatory had been getting stronger but despite it Sam still kept quiet about what he could have told Dean.

The younger hunter knew he could tell Dean the real reason behind why he'd left hunting; that it was about more than living the normal life like his brother assumed but he wasn't ready to face that reaction yet and so stayed silent and took his brother's bitterness and hurtful jabs silently.

Letting Dean find them a new hunt had been Sam's way of trying to start making amends…now he was regretting that as he scanned a room that made his skin crawl and brought back a few more memories than he was comfortable with.

There was never any doubts that his brother's tastes in certain things ran to the other side of the spectrum but it's what made Dean and it's part of what made Sam love his brother because he couldn't imagine Dean being anything else than he was and that included his love for all things sex.

Growing up Sam got used to his brother's actions as well as watching both men and woman give Dean those looks when they were out in bars even though Dean only returned those looks from the ladies…and Sam but that was something else he was trying not to think about.

It had taken Dean a long time to admit to Sam that he had feelings for him that went beyond the usual big brother ones that he always showed and even longer for Sam to get his brother to act on those feelings.

Not until they got back together to hunt after Jessica's death did Sam finally convince Dean that it was okay to act on things they both felt and wanted and except for the time after Dean's return from Hell and the problems over Ruby and Lucifer surfaced this was the longest time that they hadn't come close to touching or having sex.

"Don't go there," Sam muttered, not needing his thoughts going places they didn't need to be because this was the last place where he needed a hard-on and that brought his thoughts back to his decision to allow Dean to find the hunt.

They'd tracked a series of strange deaths in Vegas all back to an old sex club that had been closed since the 1980's but still hosted private parties on behalf of a mysterious owner that in the end turned out to be a bit more than either Winchester expected.

Knowing it had been a dream hunt to track a ghost or whatever in a sex club, Sam had rolled his eyes and gone along with Dean's enthusiasm since it had been one of the few times since his return that he'd seen his brother actually smile like he used to.

Of course Dean had believed it was a simple case of the evil spirit of the original owner somehow messing with the still living occupants but something told Sam that it wasn't as cut and dried but stayed quiet and sent what details he did have on to be checked into more by Garth.

When it turned out the mysterious owner was a real solid and real pissed off spirit taking charge of certain guests at the parties that ended up with both them and their partners dead it was clear that a salt and burn was needed to put an end to the spirit.

That was how they'd ended up back at the club tonight to dig up the bones of the original owner, a massively into S&M and bondage type of guy, who'd had himself buried in the basement of his own club.

It had taken the biggest part of the night for both brothers to break the concrete and dig down until the coffin was found. To make sure they weren't missing anything, Dean had sent Sam back to search the other floors for anything belonging to the guy so they could burn it to before anyone else died and that was how Sam now came to find himself in what looked like some type of twisted dungeon.

Sam had seen a lot in his life and he'd pulled his brother out of a lot of places but nothing that looked like this place and a part of him wondered what smartass remarks Dean would have for some of the toys in the room.

Running his light around since the power didn't work Sam's eyes widened at the swing attached to the ceiling that had straps and cuffs hooked to it to suspend a victim or player in it so the Dom had 360 degrees of access to the Sub.

The room itself was large, nearly as large or larger than most of the hotel rooms they stayed at but something about it, aside from the décor, really made Sam uneasy as he went around it to gaze at the array of whips, chains, gags, straps, spreader bars along with different types of vibrators, toys, punishment devices, cockrings and more all kept in neat order so the Dom could just grab something and go to work.

"Shit," Sam breathed as he ran a finger over things he wasn't sure he wanted to know the purpose of as his eyes drifted to the suspension bar hung from the center of the ceiling, the various spots on the floor that had heavy hooks embedded in the concrete and several metal racks that were clearly intended to stretch, hold, bind, or just plain torture the Sub.

"Dean! You about done?" he shouted loudly, hoping his brother could hear him because this place and the devices were now seriously making him want to be gone because a couple of them came too close to home to what he wasn't telling his brother. "Dean!"

Sam had turned just as his phone started ringing and he grabbed it. "Yeah?"

"Where are you?" the excited but worried voice of Garth came over the line. "Where are you guys right now?"

"I can send you a picture since it's too weird to explain," Sam tried to smile but he couldn't quite get rid of the feeling now creeping up the back of his neck. "Garth?" he blinked at the sudden and unexpected cursing.

"Tell me you didn't actually go into the club?" the skinny hunter wanted to pound his head in against something hard. "Sam, tell me you and Dean did not go to that club?"

Rolling his eyes, Sam took a step only to jump as some ropes hanging from the ceiling brushed his shoulder like a hand and he had to take a couple breaths to calm down. "You know how Dean is," he replied easily, wishing his brother would get his ass moving. "Dean's burning the bones now and…"

"Sam! It's not just the bones!" Garth yelled, fully understanding why Bobby Singer had always been so grouchy on some days. "The whole club has the spirit in it but those pictures of the victims you sent me? The mark they all seemed to have on their wrists? The spirit is a floater. You've got to get the hell out of there…now!"

Trying to understand the rush of urgent words over the phone Sam frowned as something began to gel that he'd heard about before. "Floaters are spirits who…"

"Bits of the spirit can attach itself to another body, not enough to possess but enough to influence the person it attaches to," Garth explained quickly, chewing his lip. "This guy seems to like to attach itself to the more dominant type of males since he was a badass Dom in his day, he finds a person with a lot of dominant traits or pent up aggression and ups all those emotions to the max."

"Uh-huh," suddenly the deaths were making more sense to Sam and also leaving him with a very bad feeling in his gut. "So the victims we came here over…"

"They were aggressive anyway but with this guy's spirit upping that feeling the sex with their partner ended up killing the partner and with no way to finish expelling the effects the actual victim ended up dead as well," Garth sighed a bit more. "It's basically a new spin on the fuck or die thing since if the person infected with the floater doesn't have sex with a partner capable of withstanding the aggressive nature of probably the kinkiest sex going then the victim dies too.

"Sam…you need to get out now because Dean's the perfect choice for this thing," Garth heard the soft cursing, figuring the younger Winchester had just came to that same conclusion. "I'll keep looking to see if there's another way to break a floater's hold but in the meantime you need to stay away from him or else he's going to think you're fair game and with the way he went for your throat last week…dude, he'd…umm," he felt himself blushing at the thought that was trying to worm its way into his head.

Taking the time to digest all of that news, Sam also guessed he needed to find Dean and get them out of here if it wasn't already too late because following the other hunter's suggestion just wasn't in the cards, especially if it meant abandoning his brother.

"What's the usual timeframe between infection and when this had to be dealt with?" Sam asked, spinning to shine his light at a soft sound off in the corner of the room as he left that place to begin to head back to find Dean when he caught sight of a soft flickering of the wall lights and swore under his breath. "Garth! Time frame?"

"Usually twenty-four hours max unless the main victim can well…you know have sex and get off on it," Garth must have heard something in the tone because he was shaking his head as if he could be seen. "Sam! You and Dean are not on each other's best friends list right now and if this thing attached itself to him then he's going to need someone to…"

"Fuck?" Sam supplied, swallowing hard as he heard familiar steps and relaxed a little more. "If I can get him out of here before anything happens then I will but…if not, I'm not leaving Dean to die like that, Garth. I'll call you back as soon as we're outta here and…ugh!"

The sudden grunt and what sounded like a body hitting the floor shot Garth to his feet. "Sam?" he called warily at first and then got louder. "Sam! Sam, what happened? Sam!"

"Sorry, Garth. Sammy's gonna be…tied up for the next little while. He'll call you later, maybe."

The deep husky voice didn't sound any different than what Garth had heard from Dean Winchester before but the next comment was what sent the hunter into a near panic.

"It's time little brother got what he's had coming for a long time and no better place or time to give it to him than now with so much…inspiration and tools around to do it nice and proper," Dean's green eyes were already well blown but from the effects of the spirit's touch or the dark desire he'd been burying since returning from Purgatory it wasn't known as his fingers stroked gently through the longer dark hair of his unconscious brother before tightening to grip it harder. "It's been a long time, Sammy and you've been a very bad boy."

"Dean!" Garth shouted at the dial tone as the phone went dead and he slumped back in a chair to stare before jerking the hat off his head to slam it on the table. "Balls! Bobby is so gonna haunt my ass for this."

As he pocketed his brother's phone rather than smash it as some part of him wanted to do, Dean stayed crouched in the hall of the abandoned sex club to stare down at Sam before shivering at the feel of something light but dark creeping in to his thoughts the more he looked.

Ever since he'd escaped Purgatory Dean had been raw and on edge. The nightmares always there to try to drag him back to that place he'd fought to escape from, the hell that he'd wanted free to return home to, to return to his brother.

"But you didn't want that did you, Sam?" he gripped his brother's hair between his fingers to yank Sam's head back but knew he was unconscious and wanted to get this started before he woke up because it would be much easier to prepare Sam the way he wanted him if he was limp and pliant. "You'd gotten what you wanted. A real life with a girl and a dog while I fought for my life every damn day for a year. You could have the normal side of things that you couldn't with me."

Dean, if asked later, couldn't say where the sudden burst of darkness had come from but as he finished watching the bones burn and had turned to go collect Sam it had hit him like a fist to the chest and suddenly all he could think of was the dark burning desires that he'd been shoving down since his return.

Now as he dragged Sam back to the big room with all the toys and devices Dean's smile was much like it had been down in Purgatory, raw and untamed, while debating how much punishment his little brother deserved for not only abandoning him for some woman but for the final betrayal of not even trying to make an excuse up for what he'd done and for not even pretending that things hadn't changed between them.

"We're going to do a lot more than what we ever did before, baby brother," he spoke to the room rather than Sam as he pulled his knife from under his jacket. "Time to play and I promise, you'll be begging before I'm done with you."

A piece of Dean knew this wasn't right, that no matter how much he was pissed at Sam right now that this was pushing things but again as the shiver went through him all thoughts slowly slid away as his erection suddenly reminded him of just how long it had been since he'd allowed himself any real release and the rest of his doubts slid away as he used the blade to cut both shirts off with a low growl.

The need to take and have was there but the darker need to punish was too strong right then and as his eyes went to slits while taking in the different devices before settling on one as he reached up with fingers that seemed to know what he was going for. "You're gonna forget all about her by the time I'm done riding that ass, Sammy but first…gotta get you all hooked up cause this may take a while."

As Dean let himself go on the rush of need and urges, he missed the subtle way the room changed around him as lights slowly began to flicker on and once again the small part of the spirit surfaced to watch his next plaything start his own demise.

The ghost of the Dom might not control the actions but he always tried to choose well and from the moment this man entered the club he'd known he was perfect. Plus his need and want for the young man with him was so clear he could almost taste it, just like he could taste the simmering rage and darkness under the surface and looked forward to the pain the younger one would suffer before he succumb to death and soon after the one he'd picked and the cycle continues.

TBC

A/NII: *Cough* Yes, I do think I might have sort off cliffhanged this one. I've never done that with this style of writing but it seemed to fit and no worries, I always try to update quickly since who wants to miss what Dean has in store now.