"Sam! Sammy!" Dean yelled shortly after he woke up tied to a bed butt naked and spread eagle.

"Oh, Sammy's not here. He's still sleeping in the motel. He thinking you're still out looking for a hot girl at a bar." This man standing at the end of the bed staring at Dean said.

"Who are you?"

"Let's just say I'm a friend of Crowleys."

"You're a demon?"

"Oh, I'm not a demon. I'm a friend of a demon."

"Why would be a friend of a demon?"

"Because it's awesome!"

"How is that awesome?"

"Crowley owns my soul. I sold my soul to him so I could help him with all the things that he needs help with that demons can't do. Like torture one Dean Winchester."

"How are you going to torture me? I lasted 30 fucking years in Hell. I don't think I'll break very easy for you."

The man laughed. He crawled onto the bed and in between Dean's legs he sat. Dean getting a little self-conscious about being bare ass naked and spread eagle for a guy I didn't even know while tied to a bed in a warehouse. The man's face went from a sinister grin to a shock/surprised face. "You're a carrier."

Dean lost all color in his face and turned bright red at the same time. How did you know that?"

"Crowley told me, you idiot."

Dean hated being a carrier. He hated anybody knowing he could carrying children inside him. It made him feel weak and fragile. Only Sam and Cas knew he was one. Sam knew since John took Dean and Sam to get tested for it. Dean was 15, Sam was 11.

When Dean first found out he worked 10x harder to prove to his dad that being a carrier wouldn't stop him from being a hunter and the best one out there. He worked harder and harder each day until he wore himself into a heat stroke after chasing a werewolf, shooting it in the heart with a sliver bullet and running back to the Impala, where John and little Sammy where waiting, with the corpse over his shoulder. He had just turned 17, so Sam was 13. They were in the middle of Alabama at 12 during this. It wasn't normal for werewolves to be out in the day light but Dean got the bastard. He was about 20 feet away from his father and 30 feet away from the Impala when he felt a strong wave of dizziness and he could feel his heart throbbing in his ears.

John knew Dean was exhausted and need to rest. John ran to Dean and they quickly ran back into the woods where they both dug a whole and burnt the werewolf corpse. It wasn't until they were walking back that Dean got a bad headache. They were about halfway there when Dean dropped to his knees and held his head in his hands. He crammed his eyes shut. John was at his side.

"Dean? Deano? What's wrong?"

Dean looked up at his father and everything faded into black. He woke up in a hospital room. From what John told Dean he suffered from heat stroke. He passed out and then had a seizure. He was also very dehydrated. That's when everything spilled over when Dean told John that he was trying to prove himself.

Dean never did that again. After years went by he tried to forget that he was a carrier. It wasn't until that asshole remind him that he really thought about it. He was a little worried about what that man was going to do but he knew it wasn't good.

"What are you going to do to me?"

"Oh, you'll see."

Dean swallowed hard. He watched as the man placed his hand on Dean's upper thighs. "No, don't do what I think you are going to do."

"Oh, Dean. You don't like this? Are Hell flashbacks coming to your mind? Did Daddy touch you in the wrong places when you were little or did Alastair when you were in Hell? How hard is Zachariah riding your ass to get you to say yes to Michael?"

"Shut up! Get your hands off me, you asshat!" Dean yelled.

"What, Dean? You don't like it when I touch you here?"

Dean growled deep in the back on his throat as the man's hand's moved closed to his dick. "Stop!"

The man laughed as he wrapped his finger around Dean's limp muscle then slid his finger in his entrance without any lube. That was painful. Dean bit his lower lip until he taste the metallic flavor of blood hit his tongue to hold back screams. "Oh, Dean, you're so tight. I'm guessing you are a virgin in these parts." He laughed and slid the second finger in a stretched the hole. He rubbed Dean's dick up and down. Dean hated this but his special organ thought differently when he was already half hard.

"Go to Hell, you dick!"

The man slid out his two fingers and let go of Dean's penis. Dean let his head fall back onto the mattress as his eyes watched as the man ripped off his shirt and threw it aside and undid his belt. "Why stop now? I'm just starting to have fun." He smiled as his pants and boxers fell to the ground. The man was wearing nothing but his socks.

"You know, just wearing socks is not very sexy. If you really want me to get all hot and bothered I would take those feet gloves."

"Only if you insist." The man spat out as he yanks the fabric off his feet and got in between Dean's legs once again but this time his face was very close to Dean's and he straddled Dean's middle. "If you loved my finger-fucking…you're just going to love when I shove my dick up your tight little hole."

"Kiss my ass." Dean snarled.

"Maybe later. Right now I want to be inside you."

"Eat me!"

The man laughed and rammed his dick into Dean tight hole and Dean groaned and tilted his head back and closed his eyes tight. "No, No, No, look at me. I want you to watch me fuck you."

The man got into a nice rhythm of going in and out. Dean was in so much overwhelming pain it was hard to keep his eyes open and even harder not to scream. The man grabbed Dean's face and planted a sloppy kiss on Dean's lips before moaning and panting and pulling Dean's hair.

Dean could feel the come fill his insides. It was like something exploded. He realized he had a raging hard on. He couldn't believe how turned on his was. The man noticed it too as he pulled out. He gripped it tight and yanked it up and down faster and faster before Dean was taken over by the orgasm and was seeing stars as he came onto his stomach. It puddled and ran down his sides. The man lowered himself and licked up all the come.

"I knew you would like that."

"When my brother gets here we are going to kill you."

"You're saying that like you think you're going to be alive when he find outs."

"You're not going to kill me. My brother and his archangel boyfriend are going to be here any minute and raise some Hell."

"You're going to wish you never said that." The man smiled.