Title: To Turn Away Love- Part 1/?
Author: BlazeorFade
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Incest, of course, Papa Winchester Angst and anger.
Summary: John finds out about the boys and decides to take matters into his own hands to break them up.
Disclaimer: Please, if they were mine…well lets just say I'd never stop smiling.
Betaed by lady-shain
John was frozen in shock. He'd never thought of himself as a man who could be dumbstruck but after what he'd just seen he'd have to reevaluate. The moment kept replaying in his mind, an endless, unbelievable loop..
He'd pulled up in front of the cabin they'd been recuperating in for the past few months and cut the engine, taking a minute to himself before going inside. He was back early from the job at a garage he'd gotten in a nearby town. Obviously, they hadn't noticed him or they wouldn't have done it. Dean had limped up the steps to the porch where Sam was leaning against the door. As soon as Dean's foot hit the top step, Sam pushed off the doorframe and wrapped his arms around Dean. As John watched in horror, Sam tilted his brother's head up and kissed him - a long, passionate kiss – the kiss of two people accustomed to each others touch. He'd kept waiting for Dean to shove his brother away, but he didn't. Dean leaned into the kiss with his whole body. Then Sam pulled Dean inside with a wide grin on his face.
After breaking out of his stupor, John's first instinct was to charge in there and demand an explanation - any explanation - then to beat the shit out of both of them. Instead, he started his truck and backed away from the cabin. Five miles out, he pulled over onto the side of the road and turned off the ignition.
'Its a mistake,' he thought, breathing deeply and trying to clear his mind. He'd been mistaken. He must have. His sons wouldn't commit incest.
'Only One way to know, ' a little voice in his head said rationally. He hated that voice.
Holding the keys in his hand, John braced himself, hesitating for the first time in his life. Finally, he started the truck and turned back around, speeding like a bat out of hell to find out the truth.
He turned the engine off long before he neared the cabin so that he wouldn't risk being seen or heard. As John stalked through the woods towards their temporary home he kept telling himself he couldn't have seen what he thought he'd seen. If he had, there had to be a rational explanation. There'd better be.
John snuck up on the house silently. The sun was just barely setting so this was when he would usually have been on his way home. John's throat went dry the closer he got to the place, choosing a vantage point to spy on his sons. The main room had no windows but the two bedrooms did. John looked in his own window first, stalling for time.
'Stop being a pussy,' he told himself.
His fears were confirmed as he looked into the window to the boys' room. He was hard pressed not to empty his stomach at what he saw. He watched in disgust, unable to look away.
Dean's hand was threaded through Sam's hair as his brother's head bobbed up and down over his cock, licking and sucking at the head while one hand held Dean in place on the mattress. Sam's other hand was busy stroking his own dick.
"Sammy…Sam…baby…fuck…." Dean moaned, loud enough for John to hear even through the thick double paned glass.
Eyes wide, John stumbled backwards and nearly collided with the pile of wood stacked there for when the nights grew cold. He stopped himself from falling so that he wouldn't make a noise and alert them to his presence.
Back in the truck, John gripped the steering wheel white knuckled, as he processed the situation.
His hunter's instincts took over and he jumped first to the possible cause of this…whatever the fuck it was.
He mentally rattled off every lust spell he knew, everything and anything that worked by influencing people's desires. The problem was that those types of creature usually preyed on hidden desires. Even if it was some kind of spell on Sam and Dean, they'd have to have had those desires in the first place for it to work. Like hypnotism, they couldn't be forced to do something they didn't already want to do. Impossible.
Possession. They had to be possessed by something, he decided. He had to test it though; make sure he was right.
John started the truck and drove the ten miles to the nearest town. He had a simple, but effective plan. Stopping at a fast food joint, He ordered three meals, then removed the lids from Sam and Dean's drinks and took out the small flask of holy water he kept in the glove compartment. He unscrewed the top, hesitating slightly before pouring a small trickle into each one. It wouldn't take much and as soon as they took a drink he'd know if he was right.
John made sure that he made plenty of noise when he entered the cabin; stomping up the stairs; scraping the key loudly in the lock; rattling the door handle.
"Brought dinner." John called, dumping the food casually on the small table they ate at in the tiny kitchenette.
Sam looked up from the book he was reading on the couch. "Take out? What, is it Christmas and no one told us?"
"I couldn't take one more night of Dean's spaghetti." John joked, mentally congratulating himself for keeping his cool.
"Hey, I make good spaghetti." Dean protested, coming out of the bathroom that they all shared. John blinked, noticing for the first time that Sam's t-shirt was a little damp, like he'd dressed in a hurry after showering.
"Yeah, okay son." John said, his tone placating. Sam snorted a laugh and jumped to his feet, taking a seat at the table and grabbing one of the bags and a soda.
John sat down with his own food and tried not to look like he was watching them take the first bites of their meals, waiting for them to drink.
Finally, after what felt like hours, but was in fact only five minutes or so, Dean took the top off his drink and took a deep swallow.
Nothing happened.
John forced himself to take a bite of his food, telling himself to stay calm. Sam put down his burger and picked up his drink. John watched, all his hopes resting on his younger son. Sam took a sip from the straw, then looked up as he noticed his father watching him. He smiled quizzically.
"Thanks for dinner, Dad. I don't think I could eat anymore of Dean's spaghetti either."
"You're welcome, son." John hoped that neither of them heard the slight crack in his voice.
"You alright, Dad?" Dean asked.
"Yeah." John cleared his throat, finished his dinner in two bites and stood. "I'm goin' out, boys."
"Where?" Sam asked. John didn't miss the quick look his youngest son sent Dean when he asked. How subtle they were. He wondered how many of those looks he'd missed, just because he'd never thought to look for them.
"Out." John said, hurrying to the door.
"What's wrong with him?" He heard Sam ask Dean in a low voice before he closed the door behind him.
They weren't possessed or bewitched. John drove to the nearest bar.
He barely tasted the first shot of whiskey, or the second. By the fifth, he finally felt numb enough to think about what he'd just seen. His sons were fucking each other. His sons. His soldiers.
He wondered who'd started it. Dean was the oldest and he should have stopped it before it started, but somehow John just knew that if Sam had been the seducer, Dean wouldn't have been able to say no. Dean could never say no to his little brother. His little brother. Who he was fucking. John downed another shot.
He had to do something. He had to put a stop to this. John took out his phone and dialed Dean's cell. After a few rings Dean answered. Did he sound breathless? Or was that just John's overactive mind?
"Dean, I'm going out of town for a couple of days, " he said, swallowing back the questions plaguing his mind.
"What? Where?" Dean asked in surprise.
"Don't worry about it. I'll be back in a few days. Don't go anywhere 'till you hear from me again." John ordered.
"Is that Dad?" He heard Sam ask in the background.
"Dean, do you understand?" John barked, wanting to get off the phone before he lost control.
"Yes sir." Dean said.
"Good." John said , his voice cold. He hung up, threw a few bills down on the bar and went out to his truck. It was going to be a long night. He had some calls to make.
Dean stroked his hands through Sam's hair, watching him sleep peacefully, his head resting on Dean's chest. He felt a little bad for being happy that their father was gone for the next few days. John's absence meant that Dean could have Sam in his bed like this again; meant that they didn't have to make do with hurried fucks and quick hand jobs whenever John was at work. Sam could fall asleep after a slow bout of lovemaking in Dean's arms and Dean didn't have to keep one ear open all night, ready to hustle Sam over to his empty bed before their dad came in.
"Go to sleep, Baby." Sam said in the husky, sleep roughened voice that Dean loved to hear first thing in the morning. He half smiled up at Dean.
"Okay, Sammy." Dean said. With one arm wrapped possessively around Sam and the other tangled in his hair, Dean let himself drift off to sleep.
"And you saw them doing this?" Pastor Jim asked John, watching him pace back and forth in the empty church. John had driven all night and through most of the next day to get to Jim, thinking that he would be the person most likely to help him.
"Yes." It took all his years of training to keep himself detached and his voice steady as he described what he'd seen.
"I need you to do something for me." John said. "I need something to make them forget."
"Forget?" Jim repeated slowly.
"Forget being-" John couldn't bring himself to say the words. He refused to think of them as lovers.
"Forget being together. Something to stop this." John stopped his pacing to look his old friend in the eye, so he'd see how serious he was about this.
"An anti-love charm?" Jim asked. He'd heard of them before. A particularly reprehensible member of his flock had tried to use one on his son when he'd found out about his preference for men and his long time lover.
"Yes." John said eagerly.
"I don't know if I can do that, John." Jim hadn't approved of it when the man used it on his son. He believed in free will just as much as he believed in the bible..
"It's a sin!" John yelled, grasping at the one thing he was sure that Jim would understand.
"You aren't doing this because you believe in sin, John. You're doing it because you don't want this for them." Jim said, more harshly than he'd meant to.
"And what, you think it's a good idea?" John spat out.
"I didn't say that." .
"Then help me put a stop to this. If it works they can have-"
"Normal lives? That's also not why you're doing this, John." Jim scoffed. He put his face in his hands, wondering why, how this could happen. On the one hand he believed in free will; on the other, he'd had a hand in raising Sam and Dean and teaching them right from wrong. Jim wondered if he'd failed them in some way, that they would turn to each other like that. Resigned, he looked up at John through his hands.
"Are you sure about this?"
"Yes." John said without hesitation.
"You'll be manipulating their minds-"
"I know what I'm asking for. Will you help me or not?" John said through clenched teeth.
"You know that they will never forgive you if they find out." He spoke slowly, wanting to be sure that John understood what he was attempting, and what the potential consequences were if it went wrong.
"Then you'd better make sure they don't." John said, coldly.
"I'll see what I can find." Jim said, silently praying that the boys never did find out.
TBC……..