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When Fantasy Mixes with Reality

"….Vampires?" Sam repeated back, followed by a small chuckle. "…Siren vampires? You've got to be kidding me" But by the look of his brother, he knew Dean was serious.

The sounds from the strip club seemed deafening to his ears. Each murder, led to this fowl place. Men, all found with they're throat slashed, blood drained, and no sign of struggle. No struggle, that was the strange part, they were all, happy. Each man had a clue that led to this single spot. Thankfully Dean, of all people, knew what those clues where.

"S….Sam…Sammy" Deans voice croaked out, it seemed to far away and helpless. Sam immediately turned to see his brother walking towards a room. "Perfect, just perfect" He muttered under his breath. The place was empty; the only noise was the music, but other than that, no people, none at all. It was as if they knew they were coming.

Sam slowly began to follow his brother, if they got him too, they both were screwed. Dean was a few feet in front of him as the first waves of bliss seemed to fill his stomach and spread throughout his body.

The feeling was calming and seductive, in a sense. He could hear a faint voice calling his name, and Dean began to blur out of few. A few more seconds and everything went black….

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I can't believe these demon ass sluts got me. How the hell did I let myself succumb? But as these thoughts encircled my brain, so did the arms of someone. I couldn't breathe at the touch, and a hand snaked up my shirt the feeling intensified.

I felt myself lean back on my captor, my head rolling back onto a shoulder. A gasp escaped my lips as teeth firmly bit down onto my neck. Rocking back with the slight pain, I felt my knees buckle.

Strong hands where the only thing holding me up, the grip hard on my hips as muscles seemed to pull me back against a warm familiar body. Then it struck me, I knew this body, I knew this scent.

"Sammy?" I groaned out and the body behind me chuckled softly. I wanted so desperately to turn around and stop him, but the circles he created under his fingertips at the base of my abdomen stopped any brain thoughts possible.

He whispered something in my ear; I couldn't comprehend it from the blood pounding in my lobes. Then the point of a blade was placed between my shoulder blades and I was brought back to reality….

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You feel it don't you? That warmth spreading over your body as you place that blade, that blade of life and death on his skin. I can see it on your eyes the way you lust for it. The way you want to see that face scrunched up in pain.

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I know I wasn't supposed to feel this, to Dean none the less, but the voice in the back of my head seemed to refuse me from stopping. And god the way he pulled away in fear, showing me, that I was in control. And all it took was a small slice….

Finish it Sam, All you need to do, is take him. You would be lying to yourself if you said you didn't want it. He wants it too Sam; look at the way he stares up to you as you rock that body to a chair. Look at the way the tears of pure lust stream down his face as you tie those hands up, up above his head.

"Hush now – you won't feel a thing…." I seemed to whisper into his ear. That sent him forward kissing me. I was a little taken back at this, but I wouldn't let him be in control, not now. The knife I held sliced down his chest removing that annoying shirt.

He moaned slightly in my ear as the blade cut skin. If he only knew how that made me want it more. I played catch up with my blade, my tongue sucking, cleaning that sweet blood away…

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"Why does it not work on him, Master?" A small voice poked into Sam's unconscious mind. A bark of a reply offended his senses and it came as a blur. His eyes slowly opened his vision as if he were underwater.

Moments later he felt the sting of nails on his face. Biting back a yelp of surprise, his vision cleared immediately. A woman, about his age, straddled his waist, grabbing his throat and bringing his eyes to meet hers.

"Because…" Her voice was as soft as velvet, deep sea green eyes staring into his moss pools. "He is not like the others, for one – "She spoke and dragged a long finger nail down his throat to his chest, causing him to shudder to her satisfaction "– He has powers, powers that our usual 'customers' do not. And another thing-"Her finger now moving to his bare stomach and back up, the movement arousing. "-He does not want, what the others want. Does not, lust for the same things…."

Sam slowly rolled his head back onto a body, snapping it back once he felt the skin touch his face. A slow hand cradled his neck and pulled it back. He found that he was at a loss for words. He tried to say something, anything at all, but nothing would move inside his chest.

"But I can still use him, to get to the other one…." She spoke softly into the silk skin of his neck. He writhed under the cool breath she splashed onto him and his mind began to register what she had said.

"Dean!" His voice finally finding courage to arise. "Leave him alone, you have no need to—"The hand that was so taunting before, was stroking the pulse on his wrist, and he could feel his breath hitch invulnerably.

A smooth and wet mouth covered the touch and kissed his wrist to his forearm. The woman behind him, still gripping his neck, pulling him closer to her, was exposing him to the other three. The main woman was still slowly kissing the rhythmic beat under his neck, and two others, the same at his arms.

"We don't have to leave him alone Sam, you will do everything for us. Everything. For. Us." Each word accented with a nip to his skin, causing him to tear away from any grips holding him. Which was no use, for the hands were placed back into their resting places.

"What are you gonna do to me?" Sam found himself saying, voice shaky. The reply sent his blood running cold, his eyes widening with fear.

"Baby, I'm gonna take you so high, you're never gonna come down" And with that, simultaneously three sets of fangs where digging painfully into his skin.

The first few seconds where painless, he only winced from the unfamiliar feeling, but then the venom that was used to change a mortal into one of their kind, went rushing into his blood. In that split second he wanted to die….

Pain like no other erupted throughout his body and he screamed like the devil himself was there. The woman holding him down was having a hard time; he was thrashing uncontrollably under her grasp. But she knew soon enough silence would over take him.

Sam screamed until he thought his throat would tear and bleed, felt as though he were swallowing razors every time he gasped for air. Then, suddenly, as if nothing had happened, it was calm. No pain, just silence and darkness. He took refuge in this sudden freedom, for he didn't know when it would break.

The women left on they're own, full well knowing that if they stayed when Sam's blood lust set in, he would do anything to quench it.

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Sam straddled Dean as he sat helplessly in the chair. He caressed his face, letting his hand drop down to Dean's chest. The soft tang of Dean's blood in his mouth, slowly pouring down his throat, sent him over the edge.

Dean sat staring at Sam, he was different somehow, skin pale and translucent, canines longer, dangerous. His eyes, hypnotizing, staring directly into his and he couldn't look away.

I could feel him digging his hips into mine, the soft pressure sending jolts of electricity to my groin. I bit back a moan as he ran those soft fingernails up and down my back. "Sammy, why are you doing this to me?" Not that I was complaining, everything we were sent here to do, erased in my mind with his response,

"Because I can" And that sent chills down my spine, the sheer feral want in his voice, so demanding and owning. I couldn't help but enjoy this, and that small fact, scared me.

I could hardly breathe when he tore my legs apart, sliding his lean body down in between them, and his hands at my hips, those big green eyes staring back up at me. "Sammy…" I panted out as one of his hands grazed the inside of my thigh.

My thoughts where scrambled and blurred as that one hand moved from the inside of my thigh to the zipper line of my jeans, stroking up and down, to soft for my likening. I tried bucking forward; trying to get more friction than the torturous soft one he was giving me.

His hand immediately stopped and he licked his lips "Now, now Dean, did I say you could move, did I allow you to gain more out of this?" I shook inside with the cool drone of his voice. I tilted my head back, trying to pull back any pleasure fueling my desire.

"No Sam, you didn't" I obeyed softly, I didn't feel like myself, like I should have shot something back in return for his demanding actions, but I couldn't. His cool hands slid up my shirt, tearing it off with a force I didn't know he had.

He gripped onto both of my legs and tugged me downward, my body now lying straighter against the chair. I let out a small gasp of pain as the ropes tore painfully into my wrists and he put on a smile, one that was approving and lustful.

He slowly moved his lips from my thigh to the base of my hips. With a single glace upward I saw that his eyes had grown darker, opening his mouth I saw the fangs. "Sammy what are you – "my question cut off by my gasp and hiss of pain.

It felt as though all my senses where being pulled out of that spot. The pain was slight and irritating, and a picture of Sam as a mosquito popped into my head and I laughed softly. Then I felt him pull out of me, the action heated and wet, sending me moaning louder than I thought possible

He approved by smothering me with a kiss that left me gasping. He pressed his chest up against mine and a switch blade clicked and I was cut loose. "On the floor" he demanded, and my with my senses on overdrive I obeyed and slid down to the floor….

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Sam pressed his body closer to Dean's, holding his hands down onto the floor. He bent down his head and brushed his fangs against the soft skin of Dean's neck. The moan erupting from his brother's mouth making him want to tear his pants off right then and there.

He held back from the thought, wanting the pressure to build up inside of him until he screamed for it, begged for it. He ran a long finger up and down Dean's bare spine, slowly and agonizingly leaving it at the base of his lower back.

When Dean lifted his lower torso in response to my movement, all I could do was smirk. He wanted this more than I did, and soon he would get it. I can feel it falling over me, making my breath come in short harsh pants. I desperately wanted to feel him, taste him.

We both were in the same attire, jeans and bare upper bodies. I was about to change that. I slowly slid both of my hands down the side of his body and under his jeans at his hips. One of my hands crawled to the front of him and undid the zipper, the other working to slide down the denim off his tight body.

He let out a slow and low sigh, squirming under the pressure I gave him. "Tell me you want it Dean" I said in more of a moan as I pressed myself up to the new exposed skin. Slowly I skimmed the back of my hand down his whole body, ending at his thigh and he gasped and twitched at the sensation.

"Tell me you need it Dean" Slow and huskily I bit the fabric at his boxers and he moaned loud and hard for me. I turned him over, laying myself between his legs and gazed up at him. He looked pained, and I knew why. I could feel him hard at my stomach and I slowly moved up him, greedily pressing into his erection. I forced my mouth upon his, drinking in his groans of pleasure.

"God Sammy, I need it" He whispered into my ear as I sucked at the tender skin at his neck, the pulse beating heavily under taunting me, begging me to sink into it. So I did, not holding back. He screamed for me, and it made me want more. His hands clawed at my back, begging me for more. I pulled out slowly and moved to the other side, and again he hissed with pain and pleasure. A mixture we knew to well, one that would make your mind explode.

"Jesus Sam I need you" I crashed my hips into his groin and the noise he made almost made me come. I held back a gasp and tore off my pants. He dug his body into mine and I couldn't help but do the same. "Beg for me Dean" I groaned as I slipped us both naked.

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Dean did beg, he screamed, for Sam to take him. So ever so slowly Sam began to guide his hips downward. His arms wrapped around Dean's waist, his head close to Dean's ear, where he whispered calm erotic things, making Dean beg for him even more.

Dean whimpered softly under Sam's skin, waiting for him, this torture was too much for him. Sam slowly

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"Sammy! SAM!" Dean said more harshly.

Sam looked up from his laptop, snapped out of his little world. "Uh, yeah Dean?" His breathing was a little uneven, palm's sweaty, a lingering warmth in his stomach.

"Dude that was the fifth time I called you, what the hell are you doing over there?" Dean said as he slowly got up from the cheap motel chair, slowly making his way over to Sam's bed.

Oh shit, shit shit shit! Sam's mind screamed as he tried to think of something to put there instead, anything would work….To late, Dean was already there, shoving him aside. "Uh, well, I was….um…" He just let himself slide off of the bed, sitting on the floor, waiting to see what would happen.

"You were writing again? Sammy, come on this has got to stop. I mean, we need---"Then Dean realized exactly What, Sam was writing about. Silently he kept reading, unbeknownst to Sam's intent stare.

Sam slowly slid his head under his shirt, hoping that in some way, that would help him escape from the embarrassment. He actually started to crawl away into the bathroom, using ever skill he learned to keep his movement silent. He almost got the door shut before two sets of hands tore him out of the small musky room and onto his bed.

Dean pinned Sam to the mattress, one arm tightly around the younger's waist, the other on his neck. "Why didn't you finish it Sammy?" The voice was low, seductive, sending even more excitement jolting downward on both hunters.

"Well…I uh, you made me snap out of my little world." Sam began, but Dean just stared at him, wanting more out of his brother. "And, well-"He gasped roughly as Dean started to run his hands over his ribs, the coolness alarming. Then slowly, Dean began to kiss and suck at each rivet. "…I-I-I ran out o-f i.i.ideas and…I…d-d-in't know how I s-should end it…..god Dean Keep doing that" A small whimper escaping from his lips as Dean stopped.

"I could give you some more ideas." Dean stated matter-of-factly. "Oh and one more question…" He smiled at the silence in his brother, almost knowing that he knew what was going to be asked. "Why where you dominant?" He waited for no answer, moving his hands to remove his brother's shirt.

"I, I don't know Dean. I j-just...don't stop" He panted out as Dean bit at his collar bone, slowly moving up ward. His teeth met his lower lip, a movement to stop his moan as Dean tenderly bit at the skin under his jaw.

"Don't hold it back Sam, you have no idea how hot it is when you make those sounds" The sentence muffled as he crashed his lips onto Sam's. It was rough and needy, and Dean almost cried out as the younger opened his mouth, granting access. He slipped his tongue in, slowly massaging it against Sam's.

Ignoring Sam's mouth, as hard as it was, Dean began to move his hands down the lean body he lay atop of. His hands sliding down boxers, leaving him with the sight he moaned for the most. He moved down the soft skin, slipping past something that made Sam hold back a scream.

Sam's hands began to dig into the bed as Dean began to kiss at his thigh. He was having a hard time restraining himself. "Dean," he gasped in warning. The older hunter just ignored him and continued to rapine what was his, and only his.

The caressing licks slowly worked up Sam's thighs until the older male had the younger in his mouth. Dean worked his head up and down the shaft. Slowly picking up speed.

"Dean!" Sam screamed out trying to get the older to stop before it was too late. This only served to drive him faster.

Before Sam could do anything, and everything he wanted and needed to do, Dean stopped, causing Sam to cry out in want. "Please Dean; finish it…god you have to finish it" The whimper cut off my warm lips, a lingering taste in his mouth, and a body next to his.

Dean had a smirk on his face as he ran his hands down his brother's body. "I can't Sammy, I learned from your writing, that we switch places when the hottest moment is about to rise…" The remark in tone of a lust filled growl.

Sam lay panting and harder than a rock next to Dean. "That was not very nice…" He growled, but in his mind he knew exactly what to do. "Beg for me Dean" he said in the same tone as he would in his story

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Love and other moments are just chemical reactions in your brain

And feelings of aggressions are the absence of the love drug in

Your veins

Love come quickly

Because I feel my self-esteem is caving in

It's on the brink

Love come quickly

Because I don't think I can keep this monster in

It's in my skin

Sam- Yay its over!...Dang it!

Dean- hehe Finally I get to be the dominant one!

Sam- meany, you left me there….thats just harsh! punch

Now, now boys….okay….fine that was cruel of me oh well, you shall live!

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