"Curse"
Author: PsychoKittyUK
Category: Slash
Rating: M+
Content Warnings: WINCEST.
Disclaimer: They are not mine nor is Supernatural. I wish they were, cuz oh the fun i'd have!
If you don't like Slash, then don't read it!
All feedback is loved and welcome!
In this story the pink crystal heart is said to protect the owner from the demon Sonnelion.
This has been made up by me. I have no idea how to protect yourself from it, if you even can, or how to stop it.
Thanks to skycandygirl for beta-ing for me!
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Chapter 1
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Dean had got this dagger off of EBay. Sam still couldn't believe that one! But Dean had said you could get almost anything on there, he guessed he was right.
The pink crystal heart was located in the back room cabinet. Dean disarmed the independent security surrounding the cabinet and Sam opened the cabinet's door. As Sam lifted the crystal heart, he was zapped with pink sparks. They permeated his skin and were absorbed into his blood.
"Sam. You ok?" Dean asked him. Sam turned and looked at where the voice had emitted from. He gave a dopey grin.
"Well hello cowboy!"
"Cowboy? Why are you looking at me like that?"
"Damn, you sure are a hot little fucker!" Sam licked his lips.
"Wait a minute! Little? Do I look little to you?" Dean frowned.
"No. There's nothing little about you hot stuff." Sam ran his finger down Dean's chest.
"Dude? What the fuck is wrong with you?"
"Nothing a good fuck wouldn't fix." Sam leered at Dean and his eyes traveled down the oldest hunter's body and stopped at his crotch.
"Ok. That's it. We are outta here." Dean grabs his brother's arm and drags him back to the car. "Fuck the heart. I don't give a shit."
"So, sexy boy, what's your name?"
"Cut this shit out Sammy. It ain't funny."
"You look SO cute when you're angry." He looked at Dean with smoldering eyes.
"Quite looking at me like that!"
"Like what?" He did it again.
"Quit it! Dean pulled up outside of their motel room and escorted Sam inside. They had only had enough money for a double bed. But they had been used to sharing since they were kids. When Dad would only get two beds to save money.
"Now this is what I'm talking about. A room with a bed." Sam begins to strip off.
"Yeah, sleep would do you some good. You look beat."
"Sleep? Yeah, right." Sam snorts. "That's so what I have planned to do right now."
Dean removes his boots, "yeah a little rest will sort us out."
Sam takes his jacket off then freezes and watches as Dean starts stripping. His eyes fill with lust and watches everything each finger does. Shrugging the jacket off, Unfastening buttons, peeling off his shirt, popping his fly, dragging the zipper down, pushing his jeans down his legs.
Sam stares at the bulging crotch, his mouth watering. Then Sam sheds the rest of his clothes off fast. He stands behind Dean all predatory and his breathing deepens.
Dean is naked in all but his boxers, Sam's dick quivers as it tents in his own shorts. As Dean turns around, he is pushed up against the wall. Sam's mouth hungrily takes possession of his own. He gasps and is invaded by a wanton tongue, as it devours him. Dean shocked, does nothing, then pushes Sam back.
"Dude? What the fuck?"
"Want you."
"What?"
"I want you so bad." Then Sam's mouth returns and his kisses are harder.
"Sammffllllwwthtfff!"
Dean finds himself on his back, on his bed, hands roaming and touching. His cock is hard as he struggles against his brother. Sam rocks his erection against Dean's, causing Dean to thrust and groan. His body is like liquid fire, burning deep inside, coiling around him. A hand slips in his boxers and grabs his cock firmly, jerking him in time with Sam's thrusts. He grabs the sheets and comes, splattering his seed over the both. Sam bites Dean's neck, then growls as he comes hard. His hot breath makes Dean shiver as he closes his eyes and he tries to talk.
"Now that was hot Cowboy! What do you do for an encore?"
"How about shoot my brother full of Rock Salt!" Dean said in a serious tone.
"Huh?"
"You really have no idea, who I am, do you?" Sam shook his head in confusion. "I'm your brother dip-wad! You just made out with your brother!" Sam's mouth made an 'O'. "Yeah, that's right. Changed your mind now huh Sammy?"
"Actually, no. I still want you."
"Hello! Brother!"
"Hello! Don't give a fuck! So come on Cowboy, fuck me! You know you want it! You know you want that hot cock of yours in my tight ass."
Dean felt his dick rising for an encore and he shoved Sam off of him and onto the floor hard.
"Ooh, so that's how you wanna play it! Have you got any cuffs? I want you to punish me, I'll be your bad boy!"
"NO! For fuck sake Sam! Knock it off already!"
"So, brother, what is your name?"
"Dean."
"Mmmm. Dean. Delightful Dean. Divine Dean. Don't stop Dean. Yeah, I like that one!"
"Why me? Why can't I ever get a fucking break here!" He shouts up to the ceiling.
"So, how do you want me? On my back, on my knees, or oooh on the table?" Sam rocks the table. "It looks strong enough."
Sam turned around fast as a door slammed shut. Dean had taken sanctuary in the bathroom, his pillow and a couple of sheets were missing off the bed.
"Well shit! That's just not playing fair!" Sam pouted.
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TBC...