(A/N) So this is my first fanfic! I'm very excited to have this on this site! Okay, now I'm gonna give you a fair warning, this story contains rape, non-con, and incest. More particularly, daddy!cest. Dark!fic, seriously guys, don't like, don't read!
Hell against the heart:
Sam was sitting at one of the too-small desks and researching on his laptop. He sat still in the chair given to him and his long legs bent. Although, they were almost tilting the table to him at the tops of his knees from the bend, Sam assumed he'd already become accustom to that. When did his long legs not get in the way? Surely John gave him hell about that to have the flaw burned in his brain. Funny, Sam thought he heard that long legs were an admirable trait. Sam didn't believe much of anything anymore, at least... Not since he turned 14... When it all happened.
Sam clicked on the exit button on whatever window he was currently on and scrolled on the mouse pad to the 'shut down' tab. As he clicked it and closed his laptop, Dean came through the motel room door and slammed it shut behind him.
Sam's eyes flitted to his brother's face. "what's up with you?" he mumbled, his eyesight spotty from staring at a bright screen for more than two hours.
Dean put his hands to his sinuses as if he had a horrible headache. "Dad called." he replied. Dean sighed of exasperation.
Sam lidded his eyes and his heart seemed to clench in his chest. He managed to put on a fairly stationary and dull facial expression when he opened his eyes again. "What'd he want?" Sam asked with a staged tone to his voice, which he hoped was unreadable.
"He thinks he found a case in St. Louis. He called because he said he needs help." Dean looked at his brother with a look that he's been giving Sam for years. He knew his brother never liked John. Always looked at him with slitted eyes and made some hasty remark, just as his father mimicked. He knew there was some kind of friction between those two, but to Sam, Dean didn't know the half of it. And, to both John and Sam, that was a good thing.
"So, we pack up tonight?" Sam guessed. He was struggling to sustain this act of 'seeming normal for big brother', but it was so difficult. He just reminded himself of Dean. This is for Dean. This is for Dean. He repeated that in his head at least a thousand times as they got ready to check out of the musty motel room.
St. Louis was only an hour drive from the place they were, and, as they drove down the first highway, Dean blasted the Metallica cassette tape he kept close to his heart. Sam looked at his brother in irritation, but it was staged. Inside, he was smiling. This is for Dean. This is for Dean. With the music as loud as the speakers in the impala could go, they drove to Sam's worst nightmare.
"Sam." Dean tried. "Sammy..." he said again in a sing song voice. He put a hand on his brother's arm and shook. "Sam, wake up!"
Sam roused with a jump as he realized it was his brother who had woken him up.
"Damn, Sammy, what's gotten into you, man?" Dean asked after he noticed how he startled his brother.
"Nothing..." he said quietly, adjusting his shoulders in the seat. "Just..." he began. "It's nothing."
"Okay then," Dean gave a quizzical expression but let it pass. "well, we're here."
Sam shut his eyes again, but to Dean it just looked like he might still be waking up. "C'mon, Sammy, let's go." Dean opened the impala door and began walking. Sam followed his example and soon they were at the motel door. They knocked slightly and it took a few seconds for a response.
The door opened and inside stood their father. "Dean." John remarked, meeting his eldest son's eyes. "good to see you." He glanced over at Sam and looked him up and down. "Sam." as Sam expected, John's wasn't very enthusiastic at his greeting. "Come inside, boys."
The two entered the surprisingly large motel room, at least it was large as compared to most they stayed in, and they both looked around. Dean was pleased with the size of the room, there looked to be two doors that possibly connected two completely different spaces, but all it did to Sam was make his stomach sick. He knew the reason the room was so big, with possibly two that connected, and it wasn't for the sheer luxury.
"What have you been up to lately?" John asked, his question obviously directed at Dean.
"Not much of anything." Dean answered. "We thought we may have spotted something but it was a long shot."
John made a gruff sound of acknowledgement. His eyes riveted to his youngest and the glare was icy. Sam shifted uncomfortably. "And Sam, have you been giving your brother a hard time?"
Sam looked up at his father with narrowed eyes. "No, sir" he mumbled, hate and fear boiling up inside him. John returned narrow eyes and glared at Sam.
Dean felt it necessary to break the heat distributed between the two.
"So, Dad," Dean said, "what's more on this case you were talking about?"
The hateful eye contact broke briefly and John responded. "I'm thinking vamp. Six victims so far, all of 'em thrashed in the throat and drained."
"Somethin' worth checkin' out." Dean noted. "I'll go up to the morgue and see for myself."
"Gonna be a lotta trips," John stated bluntly, "the bodies are scattered all over the city."
"Just gimme the addresses. Me 'n Sam'll check out the vics."
John glanced over at Sam. "Your brother looks tired." John noted. "Maybe you should leave 'im. Let 'im sleep."
Dean could agree with that. Not to mention he was glad John took an interest in what's best for Sam for once. "Uh, I guess. Sam, get some sleep here. I'll be back soon."
Sam gulped but he retained normalcy. "K, sounds good." his eyes begged for him. He couldn't argue, Dean would know something was up. And, on top of that, there was no telling how John would approach the situation afterword when they were alone. This is for Dean. This is for Dean...
Dean was a little worried about leaving his father with his brother. All that hate stirred quickly. He, of all people, would know. "Okay, but I better not see you two at each other's throats when I get back." Dean joked.
Sam almost laughed bitterly at that, his head flooding with horrible memories of John almost choking him out while he...
"You don't need to worry about us, Dean." John reassured, smiling, knocking Sam's train of thought out of place. "We'll be fine."
Dean smiled to the pair and slowly backed out of the motel room. When he closed the door, John listened for his footsteps, which were slowly fading away to silence. Sam grew more and more afraid as time progressed, worried about what John would do.
His father turned around to face Sam very slowly, his face in a cold expression and his mouth a tight line. Sam knew what he was thinking. Just then, Sam glared and his face formed a snarl. His fear and hate boiled his blood. He was filled with resentment and apprehension, so many emotions that burned in his eyes. Despite Sam being as scared as he was, his face remained the same.
The only thing this did was piss John off. John's face grew horribly fierce and he lifted his arm to backhand his son. Sam fell to the ground with a large exclamation of pain and held his face in his hands. John kicked him in the ribs and Sam grunted forcefully, the wind getting knocked out of him. John bent over and grabbed his son by the hair. He hauled Sam up and threw him into the wall.
"Stay there, boy!" he growled. "You know what I want and I sure as hell am gonna get it. The only thing you're fucking good for."
Sam stayed silent and shut his eyes tight. The only thing he was good for. He killed his mother and screwed his family because of his birth and now he was just a fucking toy. He created havoc to his father and brother and John decided to keep him around for this use. He was the anti-Christ. He was a devil-spawn and he was the reason the demon murdered John's beloved Mary. The facts destroyed him when he was just 14, the first time his father used him for his 'proper use'. And Sam believed him, too. He believed it all. John beat it into him. Etched it onto his brain. It never left him.
John threatened he would tell Dean one time. Sam knew Dean would never speak to him again. Dean would hate him, might even kill him.
Dean would be destroyed.
This was for Dean. Sam could protect him from this. He could take it. Take it so Dean wouldn't suffer. It was the only thing that kept him sane. If he knew he needed to protect Dean, he might actually hold on to sanity.
"What are you, Sammy, huh, what are you?!" John demanded, pressing him into the wall.
"I'm a... A mistake. I killed my mom. I ruined your life. And now... I'm your... Pet..." Sam choked out the words, practically reciting them, for he had said them so many times.
"That's right." John agreed. "You disgust me." he spat.
Sam was close to tears. It was always like this. John would Make him admit what he was, then take him against the wall or in a bathroom. It was never a bed. Not even a floor. He hurt him in the largest way possible every chance he got since Sam was just 14. Sam still remembered the first time it happened, and in crucial detail. How could he forget? It was the worst thing that ever happened to him. John took his virginity away in his own bedroom. This was when Dean was gone, just like always. Dean was constantly somewhere else working since he was 17 years old, and even more then when he turned 18.
"I'm sorry, sir." Sam apologized for no good reason at all, but there were too many times John hit him for not saying he was sorry constantly.
After Sam apologized, John lifted up Sam's shirt, admiring the golden tanned skin and small dip of his back. John grabbed Sam's hips and angled them so they were bent back. His nail dragged down Sam's spine and he hissed.
Sam guessed John was trying to move this along, because he shoved him over to a different spot and smacked him to the ground. Sam spun around on his back and regretted it immediately. He was forced to look into the sadistic eyes of his 'father'.
Sam averted his swiftly, not able to keep eye contact with this monster that his brother respected... And loved.
"Get the fuck up!" John screamed. "Face the wall!"
Sam immediately obeyed, never daring to show apprehension. He had to be... Perfect. As perfect as the anti-Christ could be.
(A/N) Alright, so the ending of this chapter may seem a little cut off. Well, that's because it is. I have a huge one-shot of this written down on microsoft word, so I'm just cutting this down to size for chapters. I will continue this scene and where it's going, so next chapter will be quite disturbing. That's a warning. Anyway, thanks for reading!