Title; What brothers don't
Author; Tiildahvalentine
Warnings; This fanfiction will contain (w)incest and content that may disturb sensitive readers. The story is M-rated for sexual explicit and abusive content along with bad language. Don't like – don't read.
I do not own the characters, nor the original plot. The story that will follow how ever, is mine. I can not keep you from taking it, but it is copyrighted and I hope you have a sense of moral to not steal the following content. Thank you.
A/N; Back from being serious! I have just started to watch Supernatural (I know, I'm superlate) and I just finished watching the "Bugs"- episode.
This fanfic will follow the series from the sixth episode, "Skin", where I got the idea from. It will not be exact as the series of course, I'm no god and I'm not Eric Kripke, I can only do my best. Comments and lines from the show will appear, but with a slight change.
And, at last – English is not my mother tongue, so grammar and spelling may be incorrect. I hope you can look past this and enjoy the story. I will be happy for all kind of critic, and if someone volunteers to be my beeta, I will be happy to talk to you!
So, if you have been reading this; thank you and enjoy the story!
Prologue – Ep. 6, Skin.
Part 1 - 2
"Silverbullet to the heart", Sam smirked and watched Dean go through their stash of weapons.
"That's right." Before they had a chance to say anything more, the phone rang and Sam stepped away from his brother to answer.
"This is Sam", he said and then everything kind of went downhill from there. Becky had found out that Dean was in fact not a cop and that their little sneak in at the property almost got Zach into jail. Becky hung up before Sam even had the chance to explain their mistake; lying about Dean being a cop. Of course she would find out eventually, Sam just wished that it had been him who told her and not from someone else.
Dean glanced over at his younger brother who held the phone in front of him, looking at it with a bothered face. This case really seemed to get to him, considering this was Sams old college-friend. The older one couldn't sympathies with his brother, not on this kind of level. He had never gone to college and didn't know how it was like to connect, not like this. So he just sighed. "That's exactly what I was talking about: You lie to your friends, cause if they knew they would be freaked. That's why it would be easier if..-"
"If I was like you", Sam interrupted and shot a glare at Dean.
"Hey man, we're not like other people. But I tell you one thing, this whole gig.. It ain't without perks." Dean handed him a gun, loaded with silverbullets which made Sam grin before the went of to hunt down the Skinwalker.
Walking through the sewers wasn't a stroll in the park. It reeked and the air was humid, not to talk about the darkness. The Winchesters slowly made their way through the narrow paths, finding what could be the creatures skin. He acted like a reptile, shed skin when he transformed from shape to shape. And the remains of it was spread through the sewer system, it was gross.
"Seems like he have lived here for a while.", Dean stated and looked at the pile of skin and flesh on the floor.
"Wonder how many murders he's gotten away with.." Sam looked up and suddenly saw the creature behind Dean who before Sam could warn him, smashed Dean in the head. "Dean!"
Sam shot after him and when he was out of sight he turned to Dean who hugged his arms tightly with his hand. "Get that son of a bitch!" Sam first, then Dean right after.
After running after the man for quite some time, they both met in an alley, panting and sweating from the chase.
"Lost him", Dean breathed heavily. Sam looked around, shaking his head. He had this weird feeling that something wasn't right about the situation but quietly followed Dee back to the car. He watched him close, too see that he wasn't to hurt. But in fact, he seemed like he wasn't hurt at all and Sam examined him, top to toe. He threw his brother the carkeys and noted that he caught it with his hurt arm. Then he walked to the side of the car, watching the older open up the trunk and saw the smile on his face as he saw the weapons. That wasn't Dean.
"Don't move! What have you done with him?" Sam pointed the gun at him, holding it steady.
"Dude, chill. It's me."
"I don't think so, where's my brother?"
"You're about to shoot him!" Dean, or the creature, held his hand in front of him, trying to calm Sam down.
"You took the keys with you left, you'r shoulder was hurt!" Sam knew this wasn't his brother. Even though he acted and talked like him, his guts told him otherwise. He knew his brother, better than anyone. They may have been apart for a long time but when Sam looked at the shifter in front of him, he could see something that didn't belong to Dean. He didn't know what, but he just knew.
"Yeah, it's better. What am I gonna do? Cry?" He shrugged.
"You're not my brother."
The creature shifted in his place and smirked. "Then why don't you pull the trigger? Cause you're not sure. Dude, you know me."
"Don't", Sam was just about to pull the trigger as the man in front of him punched him with an iron bar, leaving Sam unconscious.
Slowly waking up, Sam tried to identify what was happening around him. He was tied up, rope around his neck, hands tied back against cold iron. His head was pinned against it and the cold soothed the pain that pulsed through him, starting by his temple. He winched as he opened his eyes, soon seeing what looked like his brother, appear in front of him. He watched Sam with a dead, cold gaze and squatted before him. He raised his hand and stroke his cheek and up to the wound from the iron bar. "So many memories", he murmured and soon Sam felt how he slapped his face so hard that everything went black for a moment, a loud ringing noise in his ear.
"Where is he? Where's Dean?", Sam pushed out the words, the rope strangling him.
"It's cute, how you care so much about him, when you really should worry about yourself, brother."
"Where is he?"
"You don't want to know."
"Where – is – Dean?"
He ignored Sam, doing something Sam couldn't tell what. He whined as he tried to move, tried to relax but was to worried about his brother. He was right – Sam could never stop worrying about his older brother. It was always him, that's why he left for college, to forget about Dean and not have to worry about him. Not have to see him get hurt. That, among other things.
The look-a-like walked over to Sam and untied his arms, but he was way to strong to let Sam escape. And Sam was way to weak at the moment. He threw him up against some pipes, causing Sam to cry out of pain, then he tied his arms around them, wet and cold.
"You know", he started. "At first I didn't get why you wanted to protect him so much.. but entering this body, this mind, I got to see why you act like you do."
Sam jerked his hands, trying desperately to get loose. He was afraid of what the monster might say. What he might bring up. "Watching you, from his point of view changed things. He might not have realized it, but I do. Ooh, I do." His grin was wide and terrifying and Sam stiffened as he felt his cold hands caress his back.
"What are you doing?" Sam stuttered, jerked the ropes one more time. "Stop it!"
"Oh Sammy..." Deans hands stroke his ribs, down over his stomach and his abs. "At first I thought it was cute, but this is just downright sad." Sam moaned as he felt hands on his groin, not wanting to like this. But it was Deans hands, this was how it felt like – being touched by Dean.
"Getting aroused by your own brother, Sammy.. That's nasty... That's dirty", he snapped and slapped his as with his free hand. "Sammy, Sammy, Sammy..."
Sam felt how his eyes filled with tears as he realized that he wouldn't be able to do anything. He was helpless and this creature, this monster was going to take advantage of it.
Deans hand caressed his hips and when Sam could feel his brothers fingers trail down his bellybutton, down inside his jeans he yelped, taking a deep breath as the creature reached his junk and to his horror he realized that he was rock hard.
"Ooh Sammy, my oh my. Is this what I do to you, brother? Is this how you react when I touch you? You're so filthy.. Liking the touch of your brother. Mh, you like that?" He grabbed Sams cock, slowly pumping it with his hand. Sam whimpered and cried out of the strange shot pleasure. He had only dreamed of this before. Maybe not tied up in a sewer, but about Dean. About being touched and kissed by him. He tried not to think of it in that way, he knew that it was wrong. That is was dirty, filthy and downright sad. But at least then he did it to himself, now someone knew and used it. The pictures that he used to imagined popped up – giving the situation more pleasure. Made it more bearable and the look-a-like noticed. He pumped his cock faster, stroking his tongue along Sams ear, then kissing it. Sam wailed and bit down on his lip.
"Dean.. Dean..", he whimpered and clenched his hands.
"Yeah? You like that? You like being dirty, huh?"
"S-stop..."
"But you don't want me to stop, do you? You know that this will be the only time when you get to feel him. He won't touch you like this any other time. You enjoy this, you enjoy being dirty."
He pumped harder, faster and just as he was about to stop, Sam let out a loud cry and released all over the wall.
"I wasn't going to let you do that, but you just couldn't help yourself, huh."
Sam wanted to snap back, he wanted to hit him. He wanted to kill him, for feeling this dirty and used. But he couldn't. His legs were trembling and if he wasn't tied up, he would fall to the ground.
Dean pulled out his hand and buttoned Sams jeans before he took his equipment. "I have business to attend to. You be a good boy and stay here." And then he left Sam, weak and face wet with tears.
He had never felt this inferior.
A/N;; You came all the way down here? Yay! I hope you liked this, and I'm sure there are a lot of mistakes with the language. I haven't written fanfiction in ages but I think I will try to continue this story. Thank you for reading, and please leave a review!
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