A/N: So it's time for another Supernatural Fanfic for one of my best friends. She suggested that this one be dark, and you all know me, I'm not much for darkness. But it's pushing my boundaries as a writer and that's okay. Plus it actually helps to write something dark and angst if that's where your emotions happen to be at the moment. There will be some rape in this and some force. Just slight but not enough to really make you cry and have nightmares. I'm not that vicious and I'm not about to push that boundary just yet. It is a M/M fic, she's writing me a F/F so it's only fair. And it is Wincest so if you don't like it then please don't read it. I have warned you.

Disclaimer: I do not own the show, the characters or anything else except the idea and my mistakes.

The moment I met him I knew that I didn't like him. He was too smug and thought he was the answer to all questions. Honestly, I didn't even want to be in there at the time but I had promised a friend of mine that I would come out for her brothers birthday. So there I sat, in the club as the music around us pounded off the walls and vibrated through my body like it was inside of me. I liked places like this and the music was amazing but something told me that coming out tonight wouldnt have been the best idea, so of course my friend had to have the get together that night.

I could feel his greedy eyes on me the entire time we were there but not one time did I look, I couldn't look. I didn't want to look.

"I think you have an admire Sam," My friend, Charlie, had whispered in my ear. I could smell the alcohol pouring off her but i just smiled. She was cute when she got drunk.

"I'm here for Dylan, not for some egotistical pig who wants a one night stand with me," I knew he wanted more then that, i could practically hear his thoughts.

"Come on Sammy, have fun that's what this whole nights about," Charlie slung an arm around my shoulders and leaned into me. Did mention that she was pushy when drunk?

I didn't get the chance to say anything because she had twisted me around in my chair and there stood my worst nightmare; Dean Winchester. And as gorgeous as he looked, I could hear my inner self screaming at me, telling me to run and not take his hand. But the power of lust over took my body and I allowed him pull me into the nearest bathroom and screw my brains out till I was sore to the bone.

"You little slut!"

The loud bellow of the Alpha male caused the Omega to flinch from his thoughts and back to reality. Sam looked up from the book in his hands to see Dean standing in the door way of their library, his hands fisted tightly.

"I told you not to ever leave this house unless I was sending you out for something I needed," his face grew red with anger and his fists shook, Sam knew he was in big trouble. He knew that a tiny part of him should just apologize to him and throw the book away but this was getting ridiculious.

"I have read every book in this room Dean, I need new material,"

Dean snarled, "You need to be cleaning this house like the little bitch that you are,"

"I have cleaned it, since the moment i woke up,"

"Are you seriously talking back to your Alpha, do I need to remind you of who owns your ass?" Dean stepped forward so Sam closed his book and set it aside then stood from the chair. It was quite funny because he was taller then Dean yet the man in question was the Alpha so height didn't really matter much.

"No Dean, I'll go make dinner," Sam said obeidently and walked by the seething man. Dean had other ideas at the moment as he grabbed the back of Sam's shirt and shoved his large frame against the near wall, pressing his body into Sam's back where the younger male could feel his Alpha's erection. "Dean, stop,"

The male growled and ripped Sam's sweats from his legs to find that he wasn't wearing any boxers so he palmed the Omega's firm perky ass cheeks, squeezing tightly and making Sam yelp out in pain. "I smell you Sam, I know you want this as much as I do so shut up and take it,"

He pushed down his jeans and grabbed his rock solid cock before sliding the entire length into Sam's tight hole. He tossed his head back and screamed off the top of his lungs at the searing pain from no lubrication. Dean just grunted at the tightness from his boyfriend as his hands gripped Sam's hips tightly and thrust into him with fervor.

Sam dug his blunt nails into the wall as his shaggy hair fell into his face and his forehead pressed into the barrier in front of him as he closed his eyes to try and rid him of this memory.

Dean had me bent over the bathroom sink in no time with my pants down to my ankles and my ass in the air for him to see. Now I'm not trying to sound cocky here but I have a very nice ass, technically my entire body is nice and I make sure to take good care of it. Just like i do my ass, the same one that Dean was currently gripping and squeezing. Moans and groans leaving my lips but was drowned out by the music outside of the doors.

"I'm going to fuck you good pretty boy, then i'm taking you home with me to fuck you some more," I heard him say. I looked over my shoulder to watch him take his cock from his jeans, my eyes growing from how long and big it looked. I guess he saw the look on my face because out of no where Dean began to jerk himself off while staring at my ass. I figured I could help him get off so i started to talk.

"You like my ass baby?"

Dean nodded his head.

"You like how tight and delicious it looks?"

Another nod, his hand getting faster.

"Wait till you ram that massive meat stick inside, you won't ever wanna take it out again," my voice got huskier with each word and his hand got faster. I could tell he was close because of his large knot that was growing at the base of his cock. His large veiny pink and very clean dick. Oh god I could feel my own cock grow hard just watching him jerk off. And just like that, Dean let loose the load inside of him and onto my ass, making sure to aim the hot thick semen right in between my ass cheeks.

Dean had sweat pouring down his body as he thrusted into a screaming Sam, who laid on the sectional in their living room, his own naked body forming a coat of sweat from the heat surrounding them. The Alpha male made sure to have Sam's legs up in the air and spread apart as he slammed his hard cock into Sam repeatedly, getting ready to blow his load for the second time that day.

Sam tore at the sectional and thrashed under the smaller male but didn't try to push him off considering he was so close to coming, his cock hard as a boulder if it was any indication. Dean let one of his legs go to grab ahold of his lovers cock and pump his hand up and down the throbbing shaft. Just as he was about to enter his knot into Sam's tight hole his hand felt two huge buldges around Sam's cock grow.

The Alpha slammed one last time inside of Sam out of shock as he watched the male come with a loud scream, the knot in his hand throbbing. He made sure to hold onto Sam's cock until the knot was gone and his cock became limp. Sam instantly passed out which gave Dean the opportunity to pull out of him and tuck his dick away and leave the room.

I could feel his fingers spread his seed against my hole, the feeling made me shiver. My hands gripped the sink just as he pressed the still wet head of his cock against my twitching tightness. My breathing became quicker and my heart hammered against my chest, it was beating at the same beat as the music outside, like i was in tune with the club outside.

The feeling of his massive shaft sliding insid of me in one go made me scream out as my head dropped down and my hands gripped the sink a little tighter then before.

"Oh my! Oh fuck! This is amazing! So much better then any other whore I've ever fucked!" I heard Dean say from behind me. I bit my lip to keep from saying anything, if i had any indication that he was going to take me home forever I wouldn't have felt the way I did when he talked about his other fucks; Jealous.

My body began to move with his thrusts, at first slow and delibrate then began to exceed in speed as well as roughness. His hands gripped my ass cheeks before smacking the right one till it was stinging, and no doubt red as an apple. Each cry or moan i gave spurred him on as well as made him thrust faster inside of me. It was like the throbbing of my ass and cock was matching to the pounding of his cock. I'm not saying we were each others soulmate or I was suppose to belong to him, but I knew that as he fucked me in the clubs bathroom, I was about to become someones slave for the rest of my life. Not someones lover.

I don't believe in love or fairy tales, they don't exsist. And if they did then why was my life reduced to being someones fuck slave or bitch till i died? Why couldn't i have my own happy ending. Aren't werewolves suppose to imprint? If I'm not mistaken, imprinting means that soul-gripping feeling the moment you see him/her. The pull towards that person even if they're not in the room with you. That's our fairy tale and I didn't have that feeling when i was with Dean, i never did.

Not even after he slammed his massive knot into me and connected us, the only thing i felt was used and loneliness.

Sam awoke from his slumber still on the couch, naked as the day he was born. He looked around to see that Dean wasn't there so as quickly as he could, the male got dressed and escaped to the library to finish reading his book. Little did he know, Dean was sitting in a dark area of the livving room that shown no light so he wasn't spotted. He sat there and watched Sam sleep until he awoke and left to go into the library.

There was something in Dean's eyes that wasn't right, something that made him seem a little...off.