If you pardon I will mend. I've been using Sam/Dean Slash Archive for a while but this story doesn't fit the parameters of that site so I'm putting it here. I have many ideas to complete the other stories I have here...it is time to finish them but I am heading out on vacation this weekend and will be continuing all the WIPs on here when I get back. Enjoy.


Friendship Bay 1845

Friendship Bay was a beautiful town set on the coast of Bequia, surrounded by deep blue and green Caribbean waters and with miles of whitesand beaches and lush vegetation. It was as close to paradise as you could travel and the natives were welcoming, warm and friendly. It had grown the same way all coastal Caribbean towns grew; first as colonial, then to piracy, plantation, and finally dwindling to a handful of locals and a tourist economy. But Friendship Bay was different in one regard to other paradise islands, the gateway to Hell was firmly set in the center of town. Since the early 1820s when this fact became well known in certain black magic circles the Bay had been descended upon by witches, and warlocks. Powerful families made their home on the island – all with the goal of springing the Hell Gate and ushering in a new era of darkness. Along with witches came hunters, the last defense against evil, and it was through their sacrifice that the gate remained closed and eventually hidden from prying eyes. After the hunters secured the island and diminished the powers of the witch families the families had nothing else to do but turn on each other.

The old families began to massacre each other out of frustration and a skewed sense of preservation. While new families, oblivious to the dark heart of the island, came to find paradise. To stop the fighting the remaining families called for a truce but there was too much blood already spilled and peace would not come. Finally out of desperation the two remaining families decided to intermarry, with the hope that peace would come to the island…but the road to ruin is paved with good intentions.

Jared had waited patiently for his master to rid himself of the annoying houseguests that had come to partake in the "good fortune" that had come Dean's way. In less than 24 hours his master was to be married to Lucy Moorecraft, eldest daughter of the Moorecrafts and a high priestess in training. He would be forced to share Dean with her and that thought was not going over well with the young man! It was easy before she showed up, Dean and he could freely love anywhere in the house and it never got old bending his master over the beautifully upholstered silk couch and taking him. The thought made Jared hard and he was never so happy in his life as when he heard the door shut and the last footsteps, which happened to be Lucy's, fall away down the street.

Dean was watching her go from the curtained window with a smirk on his face when he felt the warm, welcoming presence that announced Jared was near, come up behind him. He was immediately wrapped in loving arms around his waist, and felt Jared's engorged cock in the small of his back.

"Is there anything I can help you with Master?" Jared stressed the last word knowing the reaction it always gave Dean. Especially said in Jared's deep, sexy, lust filled voice.

Turning around Dean simply answered, "yes," desperate and sincere, before he was removing Jared's clothes and dropping to his knees to take his lover into his mouth.

The islanders be damned he thought as he sucked Jared deeper, laving attention to every sensitive part of his lover's anatomy that his tongue came in contact with. He loved Jared, his indentured servant since he first set foot on this god forsaken backward island, and Jared loved him. That was that, so simple yet so complicated. Gay love wasn't the obstacle as much as the Witch's Feud and class status; but all that be damned, he was in control of his own destiny and he was glad that Jared wanted to share in it. Jared was an indentured servant, poor and under his master's control, but Dean never saw him that way. To him Jared was a godsend in his lonely life as he trained to fulfill his destiny as a Supreme Warlock. Jared was vibrant, loving, naïve and intelligent as well as being handsome to the point it physically hurt him to look upon his lover. And Jared had given his body and his heart willingly to him. He didn't deserve the mercy Jared had shown him! He was evil, a warlock with incredible powers, but powers he was abhorred to use the way that was commanded of him. Jared had shown him love and light and he was thankful for it! He smiled as he heard Jared's moans above him.

"We've got to get you undressed," Jared said breathlessly as he fisted his hands through Dean's long hair.

To Dean's surprise and happiness a second later he was naked. He had been teaching Jared how to use magic and the man was a natural. It made Dean wonder if Jared wasn't from a witch family himself. Maybe one that had been taken during the Dark Times when the Church murdered anyone who was even thought different. Enough thought he said to himself. Jared's cock was sufficiently wet from his mouth and he couldn't wait anymore.

He had his "master" over the couch arm fucking into him like he was the only thing that mattered in the world, and truth be known he was. Dean was a wonderful master, treated him as an equal at all times even though Jared knew his place among the other gentry of the island. His loving master had even taught him the basics of witchcraft and allowed him to participate in the rituals. Jared wasn't as strong as his lover but he had potential. They loved each other completely and he knew that he would eventually have to give his lover up to someone worthy of his situation. He only wished it wasn't to another witch. They would still have these moments though, Lucy wouldn't be at Friendship Bay all the time and he was Dean's butler after all so being in his room and helping him dress was expected. Perhaps it wouldn't be so bad he thought – just as the door opened and a very pissed off Lucy stood looking at them!

TBC