Of Demons, Deceptions and Desire Chapter One
Disclaimer: Important to start off with, yet almost never read. How sad. Oh and by the by, I disclaim as necessary.
Author's note: This is one of the side stories to The Brothers Winchester Code. It will make sense if you have read that story and conversely will also make sense if you have not; it just will be one of those 'you're on the outside' kinds of things at points.
Thank you to all who have encouraged this to be written, especially my stalker, Liquorish.
Spoilers: None I am aware of, how about you let me know if I spoiled you and I will apologize and edit this part?
On with the chapter…
Sam had to be the bait.
Knowing it was true didn't make Dean feel any better as he rushed through the night, desperate to reach him. Since Sam had been practicing with his powers he would be able to connect to Dean and let him know where he was, and Sam trusted Dean to have his back like always and find him like always. Plus Sam was a closer match to the other victims in the case and Dean had more experience with the consecrated sword they had to use to kill this particular demon.
When they read about the deaths and the fact that each victim had the imprint of an ornately detailed ring on the middle finger of their right hands the brothers had sighed. Finding out the ring was in fact a cursed object most likely being used by a demon intent on draining the life force of its victim put a damper on their day, to say the least.
But learning that the victims had all died in flagrante delicto made Dean see red and stubbornly refuse to allow Sam to be the bait…at first. Sam's gentle persuasion and insistence that Dean would be right there, hidden in plain sight, ready to kill the demon before anything bad could happen, eventually won his brother over.
They understood what the basic idea was. This demon lured gay men to it by becoming an attractive human and allowing its victims to try on the ring. Once the ring was on the men were apparently under the demon's sway. Their brutal deaths were attributed to gay bashers, thanks to the sexually explicit positioning of the bodies.
Unfortunately neither brother had even conceived of the notion of the ring serving as a teleportation device until Sam had literally disappeared before Dean's eyes.
To say he was pissed by the discovery would be a gross understatement of Dean's reaction. Homicidal, frustrated, annoyed, and of course a heaping helping of scared were also included.
He had to force himself to stay calm, to allow his mind to be open to Sam when he showed Dean where he was. And as far as Dean was concerned it was when, not if—and never a doubt in Dean's mind that he would find Sam.
That didn't mean he stood still and waited patiently, of course, and explained why he was currently running like his ass was on fire…to get to the Impala, parked way too far away, like usual.
Just as he reached the door and pulled on the handle he got it—a vision from Sam letting him know where he thought he was.
Since they were batting a thousand as far as fighting evil in generally the worst sections of town goes they had previously scouted the area for such locations and thus Dean was able to arrive at the abandoned high-rise before much more time had passed. He had assumed that it would be just his luck to have to go into the one public housing complex that was in such bad repair that it was actually scheduled for demolition at the end of the week and so he chose that one to start at.
Meanwhile Sam had lost his focus from projecting to Dean where he thought he was and was now stuck in his mind, replaying a memory over and over again. The demon had not been pleased to find Sam struggling to break the sway and he had taken his anger out on his body. Just when Sam thought he was going to lose the battle and give in to the demon, which stood salivating nearby, Dean broke through the door and brought everyone's attention to him.
Dean took one look at Sam's battered body and fired off six shots in rapid succession. Two went into the demon's shoulders, two pierced the kneecaps, one tore into the neck and one embedded itself directly between the eyes. Of course this didn't kill the demon—they had the sword for that, after all—but it did incapacitate the demon. Also, it hurt like a bitch, which was Dean's primary motivation.
Sam finally allowed himself to fully breathe in at the sight of Dean bursting through the door. Unfortunately the whole experience proved to be more traumatic for him than he'd counted on so his exhale became tears, which drew Dean's attention back to him.
"Let me get you down, Sammy," he said softly and he crossed the room to Sam's side. As he reached up to undo one of his brother's wrists Sam let out a pained noise and Dean gently lowered Sam's arm to his own shoulder and met his gaze.
"What is it, Sammy?"
"I didn't want to get hard, Dean," he explained as he wearily gestured downwards with his chin.
Dean looked down and saw that Sam was not only hard but he was wearing a cock ring that was literally cutting into his skin.
"And I'm guessing our ghoul here didn't take too kindly to you messing up the plan, hmm?" Dean's tone was light but it didn't fool Sam for a moment. Dean was pissed.
Sam shook his head and gasped as Dean withdrew the sword from its sheath and proceeded to systematically cut off each of the demon's fingers, resulting in inhuman screams that sounded like the sweetest lullaby to the brothers' ears. When Dean turned back to Sam he had that self-same smirk on his face that always made Sam feel fondness, albeit sometimes reluctantly.
"Why'd you do that, Dean?" he asked although it wasn't unheard of for his brother to want to give life to the term 'overkill'.
"He touched you…" Dean said, gesturing to the severed fingers littering the carpet. "He dared to place his hands on you, Sam. He put a cock ring on you, Sam, with the intention of making you come for him."
The demon howled and Dean turned back quick as a flash and pistol-whipped him.
"You only come for me, Sam," he announced as he walked back over and kissed Sam with a gentleness that belied his anger. "Stupid fucker's just reaping what he sows is all," he finished with a shrug as if it was that easy, and Sam knew for Dean it was.
And before they became DeanandSam it wouldn't have been something Sam would have allowed himself to understand but now? Now he could feel Dean's satisfaction and also his desire to do even more and he rejoiced in it, knowing that it was born out of Dean's absolute love for and devotion to his brother.
"Kisses, Dean?" Sam asked with a blush.
Dean's brow furrowed for a moment before he reached out and cupped Sam's face gently, cradling it in his palms.
"Are you sure, Sammy? I don't want to hurt you more," Dean asked.
Sam nodded his head and Dean gave him a soft smile. 'Kisses' was their code for Dean to rain gentle little kisses all over Sam's face, and had started their first day as a couple. Usually Sam only asked for 'kisses' when he wasn't feeling good and wanted Dean's tender care-giving side to make him feel better.
"Shhh," Dean soothed, and a tiny part of Sam was saddened that he could have felt better so many times before, if he had only seen that he needed Dean sooner. But a bigger part of him was suddenly ashamed that he needed Dean like this, sure that his brother was annoyed by his neediness.
"I'm not a baby, Dean," Sam announced even though he had the feeling that all the tears and sniffling were not exactly aiding his cause to look like the man he was.
Surprised, Dean pulled back and looked at Sam. He shook his head as he finished untying Sam. Then he smiled and kissed him, this time on the lips, and Sam returned the kiss although he felt like he should say something else to hopefully regain his dignity.
"No, you're not a baby…you're my baby," Dean told him and it was Sam's turn to look surprised.
"Not because I think you're less than capable or that I see you as one," Dean stated before Sam could vocalize a protest. "But because I get to take care of you and you're the only one I never want to see hurting," he stated as he went back to another round of kisses. "You're everything to me, Sammy, and I figure that in a situation like this that includes being my baby," he concluded and Sam could see how Dean's eyes were misty. "You got a problem with me feeling like that?"
On the contrary Sam felt as though his heart would burst with the love he felt for Dean and he projected it as best as he could as he buried his face in his brother's neck and clung to him. Dean's arms tightened and Sam could feel the love reflected back to him as Dean gently rubbed Sam's back and kissed the top of his head.
Sam's arms protested the hug and his fingers were numb so he asked Dean to take the cock ring off for him. He was surprised when Dean shook his head.
"I'm not going to take it off yet."
End of Chapter One