Twisted Nature
By Liv Kaged
Set in AU. John Winchester raised his two sons like The Benders. Teaching them to be killers and raising them to be violent and uncaring. Wincest and Daddycest. Read, review, favourite, and alert.
Contains child abuse, torture, graphic scenes, and gore. Also contains incest. Italics are flashbacks.
Chapter One
Mary laid peacefully in her bed. Dean and Sam were in their rooms fast asleep. John loved his sons, maybe more then he should but he loved them, but he loved them all the same. He wanted them to have a mother but she couldn't stay. She saw him with Dean, showing Dean how much he loved his eldest son. She had made him leave his sons. It had been two weeks. Mary had to go, that's the only way John could be with his two young sons again.
John gently brushed Dean's hair out of his eyes.
"Hey Dean." John said and rubbed at Dean's back.
"Daddy." Dean said happily and gave his father a hug.
"Daddy loves you so much Dean. You know that don't you?" John asked and kissed his four year old son and slowly lifted off the boy's shirt.
"I love you too Daddy." Dean said. John smiled and kissed at Dean's neck and picked him and laid him down on the bed.
"Will you let Daddy make love to you Dean?" John whispered into Dean's tiny ear.
"Yes Daddy." Dean said happily. He knew it would hurt and he would bleed but his Dad had said it was okay and Dean believed him. His Dad wouldn't hurt him on purpose because he loved Dean, he told him all the time.
Mary came home from the store and placed the groceries on the kitchen table.
"John? Dean?" Mary called out. She wondered where they were. The house was quiet. Mary cautiously made her way upstairs and peeked into Sam's nursery Sam was making small baby noises in his crib.
"Hey Sammy, where's Dad and your brother?" Mary asked and picked Sam up and made her way towards Dean's room and opened the door and gasped. Their her whole world fell apart. Dean was laying down on his bed tears running down his face and onto of him was John. John the father of her sons, the person she had trusted to take care of them, was raping her four year old son.
"John! Get away from him!" Mary yelled with tears running down her face. Her poor son. How long had John been abusing Dean like this? Had been abusing Sam too? How could she of missed that Dean was been hurt?
Mary had made him leave his boy that day. Those two weeks had been too long for John. John was going to make sure that she suffered the same pain that he had suffered. John slowly pulled off the blanket from the bed and used to knife to cut away Mary's nightgown.
"John?" Mary asked scared as she woke up.
"Your gonna pay for taking away my boys. There my sons!" John said angry and slapped Mary hard across the face.
"Your sick John! You were abusing Dean! He's just four years old!" Mary spit at him.
"I love him!" John yelled and repetitively punched Mary in her stomach "And Sam too while we're at it. I'm taking my sons and you'll never see them again."
"Your not taking then anywhere you monster!" Mary yelled and reached up and clawed at John's face. Mary pulled herself out of bed and ran though the hallway. John angry crashed after her and grabbed Mary by her hair. Mary screamed in pain.
"John please! Your sick! You need help!" Mary said trying to pull away from his grip.
"I'm sorry Mary but you leave me with no choice." John said "You broke this family apart." John brought his knife to her stomach and sliced it open before slicing his knife across Mary throat.
"John" Mary cried out weakly. John ignored her and reached his hand inside her stomach and ripped out her small intestines as Mary died in his arms. He dropped Mary's dead body to the floor and poured gasoline over her before setting her alight.
"Daddy?" Dean asked seeing his father standing in the hallway.
"Hey Dean, Daddy's here now. And I'll never leave you or Sammy again. Come on, let's get Sammy. We're leaving here Dean. Your coming with Daddy." John told his young son.
"Okay Daddy." Dean said.
Dean carried his eleven year old into their motel room for the night. It was normal for Sam to fall asleep in the Impala, it was better then a lullabye for him. John was walking behind him with their bags.
"Just put him down on the bed Dean." John said and placed their bags down on the floor with a thud.
"Okay Dad." Dean said and gently lowed his baby brother down on the bed. Sam made soft snuffles in his sleep and twitched his arm slightly. Dean smiled and kissed his brother's forehead and gently played with Sam's soft hair.
"Alright you, shower time. You need to get the blood off you. We'll clean Sam up in the morning." John and rubbed Dean's shoulders. For a fifteen year old Dean was getting tall. He's hair was shorter then his brother's, cropped short. He had the same green eyes as his mother did but the rest of his looks came from his father. He had John's nose, John's board shoulders and John's bow legs. He wasn't sure where Dean got his lips from though, they were all his own. His full soft lips.
"Okay Dad." Dean said and kisses Sam's cheek before walking to the motel bathroom. John patted his teenage son's bottom as he went and followed him.
"Wanna join me Dad?" Dean asked. He was used to John joining him in the shower. His father's lip sucking his soft flesh and his large hands touching him. He was used to the pain that came and his Dad holding him and hushing his cries and kissing his tears. He didn't bleed as much as he did when he was younger; for that he was grateful. He knew John didn't like seeing the blood that came out of his sons as he made love to them.
"Yeah Kiddo." John said and gently lifted the shirt of his teenage son revealing the soft white flesh off his stomach and chest.