DISCLAIMER---I OWN NOTHING----RIGHTS BELONG TO SOMEONE GREATER THAN ME---SAM AND DEAN SLASH---DON'T LIKE/DON'T READ---CONTAINS INCEST (NOT THAT I CONDONE SUCH BEHAVIOR , BUT LET'S FACE IT , SUPERNATURAL HAD TWO GORGEOUS CHARACTERS AND IT WOULD TAKE AWAY FROM THE STORY IF THEY WEREN'T TRUE TO THEIR ORIGINAL SELVES AT LEAST IN THE BASICS)---AND BRIEF PERIODS OF HOT SEX , CONSTANT FOUL LANGUAGE AND DEMON KILLING---PLEASE ENJOY......
A/N---THIS IS BASICALLY SUPERNATURAL COMPLETE WITH DEMON KILLING AND TRAVELING CROSS COUNTRY , BUT WITH THE ADDED BONUS OF DEAN AND SAM HAVING SEX. BESIDES YOU KNOW YOU WOULDN'T MIND SEEING JENSEN ACKLES AND JARED PADALECKI GOING AT IT.
Beginnings
DPOV
The past haunted me. Hell , it haunted my whole family. What was left of it. That night long ago changed our lives dramatically. Sammy was only six months old that night. Our mother walked into his room and never walked out. Dad had told us numerous times about that fateful night. He had fallen asleep downstairs , watching tv. Mom had heard Sammy crying and went to check on him. Dad awoke to her screaming and ran to the room. All he found at first was Sammy laying in the crib. Then his worst nightmare. Mom pinned to the ceiling , flames bursting from her body. engulfing the entire room.
He handed Sammy to me and I took him outside. That was the last we had seen of our mother and that house. Dad became a machine after that. He leaned the ugly truth behind the world. Demons were real , not just the stuff of nightmares. That was when he decided that revenge was top priority. From then on he trained us to be hunters. To seek out the evil in the world and destroy it. All the while searching for the one that had killed our mother. We were taking them out one by one and gathering anything we could on the son of a bitch that killed her. It was a lifetime job.
After the fire , Dad had assigned me one permanent job. Take care of Sammy. We had begun to lead a nomadic life. While other kids learned about history or math , we learned how to kill demons and run credit card scams. We were street smart and skilled at what we did. The list of crimes between us could probably reach to the moon. After a while you stop counting. We had been living this life for sixteen years now. Sammy was twenty and I was nearing twenty four. Dad used to leave us with fellow hunters , but we had reached that age where we were able to look after ourselves. So dad would roll us into a new town and he'd be off in the night , fighting some evil thing. Sam and I stayed at the motel and occupied ourselves.
We had attended school through the years , but home school was easier. Especially when you were only in town for a week. Sam was always better at school than I was. I preferred killing demons to cracking an algerbra book. We always seemed to be opposites. I was taller than him. Dirty blond hair and green eyes. Sammy had longer brown hair and chocolate brown eyes. Sometimes I found it hard to recognize the Winchester traits in Sammy. Others , I could swear we were twins. I had grown to love the life while Sam hated it with a passion. Either way it was a job and the job came first.
Dad had dumped us in a flea-bag motel and left on hunt. We offered to go with him , but he was adament about keeping us away. That was three weeks ago and we were worried. It was a simple job that should have been done in a few days. A woman in white in the next town over. Find the body , salt and burn the bones. End of problem. Yet he had disappeared. We had searched the town and come up empty. Like he fell off the face of the earth. Every contact we had couldn't give us a clue. I was starting to think that the son of a bitch demon that took our mother had come to get revenge for the lifelong hunt on his ass. So me and Sammy were in the same damn motel searching for the slightest lead to find him.
"Dean , I don't know where else to look. We have nothing to go on." Sam's voice pierced my thoughts.
"I know Sam. It doesn't make any sense. He took care of the bitch , but after that...not a clue." I told him. We had been going in circles. Sam was about to say something else when my phone cut him off. I dove for it.
"Hello." I answered.
"Dean. I got a lead." Bobby Singer's voice came through the phone. He had been a friend for years. Another hunter that dad had met early on. He had crossed the country , searching out hunters to learn everything he could about the trade. Anything to get the demon.
"What you got , Bobby?" I asked , anxious for any news.
"A buddy of mine in Dix , Nebraska saw John. Said that he was weird. Twitchy almost. There was a job , but he left without even looking into it." Bobby relayed.
"That doesn't sound like dad. He never leaves a job." I told him honestly.
"I know Dean. The way it sounds , John isn't himself. He may be possessed." Bobby offered as explanation. It was lame. We had learned years ago that possession is a nasty bitch. We had a protection charm tattooed on us after that. Possession was impossible.
"Bobby , we all have charms tattooed on us. There's no way." I informed him.
"Really? That's pretty smart , actually. I don't know what to tell you then." Bobby said.
"Well , neither do I." I said.
"At least you have a destination now." Bobby offered as condolence. It was weak at best. Though it was better that what we had before.
"Keep us posted." I told him and hung up.
"Pack it up , Sammy. Bobby got a lead. We're headed to Nebraska." I told Sam. Thirty minutes later we were packed and driving down the highway. God , I love my car. The Impala was my baby. Ironically , it was one of the only things I had ever gotten from my father. He wasn't the gift-giving kind. It took us just over fourteen hours to reach Dix. It was a shit hole little town. Population , 267. Although I got a kick out of the name , Dix. We found a cheap motel and started digging. Bobby's contact filled us in on his sighting and the job. It was no wonder the population was low. Fifteen deaths in a month. We took on the job.
I was stuck at the computer once again digging through reports when Sammy returned from a dinner run. Greasy food was a staple in our diets. He walked in about the same time I got a break.
"How's it coming?" he asked , dropping the burger in front of me.
"They all disappeared on the same road. It also goes back fifty years. Always this month , every year. Twenty total. We have five to go before it's done for the year." I told him as we ate. He looked thoughtful throughout dinner. When we were finished we decided to get a fresh start in the morning. I was climbing into bed when Sam walked out the bathroom after his shower.
It was the weirdest fucking thing. I was captivated by the sight. Now I've been a pussy man all my life , but for once I realized how handsome Sam really was. He had the towel wrapped around his waist , hanging loosely on his hips. Water trickling down his torso. Tanned abs glistening in the light. What the fuck was wrong with me?!?!?! I shook my head to clear the thoughts. Not only was I checking out a dude , but that dude happened to be my brother. I always said I was going to hell. This just solidified my ticket. I plopped down in the bed and faced the wall. I heard Sam crawl into his and soon his snores followed. I could only lay there , trying to decifer what the hell was happening to me. Most importantly was the fact that I was rock hard after that little episode. After hours of endless thoughts I finally drifted off to sleep only to dream of the very same bizarre scene.
The next morning came all too soon. The thoughts from the night before had bounced around my head the entire time. Now I felt as though I hadn't slept a wink. I was still confused as hell , but we had a fucking job to do. Rule number one was that personal shit stayed out of the way on a hunt. It would get you killed in a minute. I pushed the thoughts to the back of my mind and we headed out to talk to the locals. That was a shitty part of the job. Listening to these poor saps that had lost someone. Knowing that they were dead and you couldn't offer anything to them as comfort. By nightfall we were ready to hit the road. We drove out to the spot of the disappearances and waited.
After an hour of looking around we spotted the first freaky thing. An orchard on the side of the road. Not freaky in itself , but the fucking walking scarecrow was a major freak show. We made it back to the car and into town. This was some freaky shit alright. Sammy found the info we needed. Apparently it was an old world God. The townspeople sacrificed poor souls to keep the town thriving every year. Fucking backwoods assholes! All we had to do was find the tree that had been brought here from the old country and torch the motherfucker. Easy enough. Yeah right. Like it ever goes smoothly.
We pulled up to the orchard again. Sammy had the fuel and I had the lighter. Essental tools to take down the evil shits we came across frequently. Stalking through the damn orchard , in search of a certain fucking tree. About the time Sammy finds the fucking thing , the damn walking Oz impostor finds my ass.
"Sammy , douse the fucking tree!" I screamed , dodging Mr. Hay.
"Got it , Dean. Where's the lighter?" Sammy screamed back. I tried to pry the damn lighter out my pocket while staying out of killing range of the walking hay bale. Finally , I dug it out.
"Sammy!" I yelled to get his attention and tossed the lighter to him. He lit the tree up and the fucker burst into flames , but not before he threw me into the nearest tree. I screamed as a broken branch pierced my leg. God dammit! That was gonna leave a mark. We made our way back to the motel. Once inside , I stripped my jeans off to inspect the wound. Blood was pouring down my leg now that my jeans were gone. Shit!
"Here , let me look at it." Sammy said as he pushed me on the bed. Getting down on his knees he leaned forward to get a good look at the wound. He got up to grab the first aid kit that we had put together years ago.
"Looks deep. I'm gonna clean it and then stitch it up." Sammy explained as he grabbed the things required to do the job.
"Whatever. Just do it." I growled out as he poured the alcohol on it. That shit burns! "Fuck!" I hissed out through clenched teeth.
"Sorry." Sammy said.
He set to getting it completely clean to avoid infection. As I watched him work the fucked up thoughts returned. He was positioned between my legs and that invoked certain images. Images of him knelt in front of me , my dick surrounded by those pink lips of his , floated through my mind. I tried to push them away. This was so many levels of wrong , but my mind refused to obey. I could feel my erection forming even as I tried to restrain it before Sam noticed. Luck was not on my side as I looked down and noticed he had stopped what he was doing. His eyes focused on my crotch where my dick was at full attention. He looked up and locked eyes with me.
"Dean..." he managed. I tried to read his face. It was a look that I didn't recognize. Panicked , I tried to think of anyway to explain this.
"Sam....I..." was as far as I got in my genius explanation. I was at a loss. Not able to look him in the eye , I laid my head back and stared at the ceiling. Trying once again to get rid of the offending erection. Then I felt Sam's hand run hesitantly up my leg. I snapped my head back down to look at him. He was staring intently at my erection as his hand got closer. I was frozen. On one hand it was so wrong , but on the other... It was sending sparks of electricity straight to my dick. Involuntarily , it twitched. I heard a moan escape Sam's lips. Then his hand covered my now painfully hard cock. I had never felt this good. The scores of women before had never elicited such a feeling.
Sam curled his fingers into a fist around my cock. It was my turn to moan. His eyes snapped up to mine , a question burning in them. I knew the question. Do you want me to continue? The question was easy , the answer was hard. The feelings were warring inside me. He slowly gave my cock a single pump and that was it. The battle was lost. I reached down and hooked my arms under his , pulling him up to my level. I crashed my lips to his. Tongues battled for dominance , Sam finally giving in. I scooted back on the bed , bringing him with me. He settled between my legs. I had no real idea what we were going to do , but at that moment I really didn't give a fuck.
Sam leaned back and stoked my cock again. My breath hitched as he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of my boxers. Once they were off I reached for his jeans. Stripping him completely in seconds. He settled once again between my legs. It was a jumble of actions. Each of us rocking into the other. Cocks rubbing together in bliss. Kissing heatedly. It was overload. I was close. Sam pulled back for air and I latched on to his neck. Nipping and kissing the skin there.
"Dean , fuck!" Sam groaned out. He was close to. The friction was heavenly , but it wasn't enough.
"Faster , Sam. Please..." I moaned into his neck. He grunted and rocked his hips faster. Then I was there. At the edge and I wasn't able to hang on any longer.
"Fuck I'm cumming Sam!" I screamed out as cum shot between us. My cock twitching with every burst. Then I felt Sam tense above me.
"Oh God , Dean. I'm cumming!" Sam growled out and I felt his warm cum shoot on my abdomen. It was the hottest thing that I had ever experienced. Exhausted , Sam collapsed onto me. I was still blissed out from the hardest orgasm I had ever experienced. My mind wasn't able to even begin processing what had just happened. I finally came back down. It could have been hours for all I knew. Scared out of my mind at what we had just done I resolved to figure it out tomorrow. For tonight I just wrapped my arms around Sam and passed out.