Dean ached as he slipped his clothes on as the man named Jack slept soundly in the hotel bed. He had wanted two things from the man which he had agreed to happily. The first was the kind of rough sex that left him sore and unable to walk straight. The second had been beating him. Jack had beat him first before penetrating him mercilessly.
He studied Jack, standing over him once he was completely dressed. Part of him wanted to shoot this man because he had beat him just like John had, but he had also loved him unlike John had until he gave his life for Dean.
He pulled his handgun from his waist band and held it to the back of Jack's head. "Bang…" Dean whispered and acted like he pulled the trigger even though he hadn't.
Slowly, Dean made his way out of the hotel room and started walking back to the bar to pick up his baby. The extremely cold air felt good to his drunk brain, so he took his time. His left hand went to play with his amulet as he pulled out his phone. He had a bunch of missed calls from Sam, but he had expected that. What he hadn't suspected was all of the missed calls from Cas.
Dean sighed and brought the string holding the amulet up to his chin and began to move it in a back and forth motion. What was he going to say to the both of them? Why was Cas here anyway? His finger paused over the callback button to call Cas, but he stopped himself. He locked his phone and slipped it into the right pocket of his jeans before slowing his pace even more. He needed to act somewhat sober when he saw them again, but he also needed to walk normal.
His legs were unusually spaced as he walked and his body was crying out in pain at the effort of moving. He had no one to blame but himself though because he had asked for it. More like pleaded, but he wouldn't admit that.
Dean hadn't realized he was still playing with his necklace until he had seated himself in the Impala. He dropped it back to where it lay on his chest and started up the car before pealing out of the parking lot.
His fingers drummed on the steering wheel as "Master of Puppets" blared from the radio. This had been the song playing in the bar earlier that night. He did air guitar at all the right parts, swerving slightly. Dean was so focused on the song that he hadn't noticed the cop sitting in the parking lot of a convenience store.
The blue and red lights flashed in Dean's mirrors before he heard the noise. "Damn it…" Dean groaned. He may be drunk, but he wasn't that drunk. He could see the hotel from this part of the road, but he still had to pull over.
As the cop pulled up behind him, he turned down the music and grabbed his license and registration. He checked them twice to make sure they matched before cranking his window down.
"Problem officer?" Dean asked as he stopped by his window, the bright flashlight shining into his eyes.
"You were serving pretty good back there son," the policeman said. "Why don't you step out of the car for me."
"Yes, sir," Dean said and opened his door with a creak, being sure to keep himself from stumbling. He did position himself oddly in front of the officer though, which made the man eye Dean more closely. Dean's whole body posture change as his eyes landed on him. He could tell he was older and had dark hair which was buzzed short with a beard to match. Dean's eyes widened slightly as he tongue ran over his bottom lip.
"Had anything to drink tonight?" the man asked as he searched Dean's eyes.
Dean's eyes went to his tag which read Willis, "No, Officer Willis."
"Then why are you stumbling?" Willis asked, shining the light from one eye to the other.
"I just got done with some rough sex," Dean answered honestly and watched Willis's eyes widen slightly. "Jack was very thorough." Willis cleared his throat and Dean didn't need to be attracted to older men to know that he was get turned on. "Look officer…" Dean trailed. "I really am sorry for swerving. Is there any way that you could not give me a ticket?"
"Well… Um…" Willis trailed, admiring Dean's body with hungry eyes. "I do know something you could do."
"I'll do anything," Dean said, a perverse grin coming to his face.
"Follow me," Willis said and the two of them went to his cop car. Willis opened the door before instructing Dean to sit down on the seat.
Dean knew where this was going before Willis had even began to take his belt off. He chuckled softly at the need from men and helped Willis get his belt off. Once off, he helped with pulling Willis's penis out of the confinements of the underwear and pants. Willis didn't have that big of a member, so Dean would be able to do this easily since he'd had practice from all those years ago.
He took Willis's member into his mouth and pretended that it was Tyler's. Tyler was the first older man Dean had ever given a blowjob. He had been 15 at the time and wanted someone who looked like his father to appreciate him even if it meant degrading himself in the process. Tyler had been thrusting into his mouth the entire time and forced Dean to swallow even when he didn't want to.
Now he was used to it and when the time came, Dean swallowed down Willis's and stood up with a grin. "Thanks…" Dean trailed before shouldering past the officer and heading towards his car. Once inside, he started it up and took off. It took him less than a minute to pull into the motel parking lot and park.
He exited the vehicle quickly and prayed that both of them were asleep, but with the lights still shining in the room his mood darkened. Dean knocked numbly on the door which was thrown open by Sam.
"Where were you?" Sam demanded.
"I wanted a drink and wanted to see if I got lucky," Dean answered and shoved his way past his younger brother but was met by Cas.
"Are you hurt?" Cas asked, his brow furrowing.
"Bar fight," Dean answered instinctively. He watched as Cas's head cocked to the side and Dean knew that his lying radar was going off, but with the look Dean was giving him Cas decided not to push it.
Dean moved past Cas and grabbed his bag heading towards the bathroom to shower. As he started up the shower, letting the water get hot first, he began to strip off his clothes. Once completely naked, he looked at himself in the mirror.
His body was a splash of blue and purple, bruises layering bruises. It looked like he had some kind of disease covering his skin. He fought back the bile that crept up in his throat. It had been his own fault for letting the man do this to him, but he had wanted it. No, he had deserved it. Didn't he?
