Dean was beautiful like this.
The demon loved to touch and kiss that freckled skin.
"He likes it, Sam," the thing whispered in the darkness. "Think about it. He agreed to this. He didn't hesitate. Ever wonder what else he did down in hell?"
Sam watched as his hands moved all over Dean's body, saw that wild glint in his brother's eyes as Dean responded.
"Please," Dean said roughly. "Pleaseā¦"
"You're holding me back, Sammy," the darkness snapped. "Be good now. Give me control, or I'll snap Dean's neck like a twig."
Sam closed his eyes, and he did.
-30-
A/N: The next two drabbles are alternate endings, by request. Extreme Sam angst, and Wincest. Ye have been warned.
