A gift for a man

Billy knew he was in a dream. He was warm, painless and felt in peace. It had to be a dream. He saw those green eyes looking at him again, but from a different face, a younger face; from a kid, no older than the age he was now. But the eyes were the same; looking at Billy with the same intensity, same love. The kid ran towards him and hugged him tight. Billy listened to the heart-beat between the tiny arms and regardless the size of the arms he felt safe. But the dream changed suddenly, something pulled him from the safety of the arms. He was being taken, he was not going to see him again, never going to feel safe again, never… The panic rose in his chest and he cried with the all strength his lungs had:

"De! Deeee!"

Dean woke up with the shaking of the body snuggled to him. Instinctively, he hugged him tight like he had done with Sammy, when his brother had had those nightmares. But the boy did not wake up, his quivers only got worse and then, he screamed something Dean had not heard for years. The way Billy calling him was so disturbingly similar to his long lost baby brother; Dean could not help but whispered the name still burning his tongue:

"Sammy..."

The boy opened his eyes, wet with unshed tears; looked at Dean full of fear. Looked so young, so innocent, so similar to… Could he be…? No, no! Dad told that he had not made it.

"Shh. It's OK. You were having a bad dream I guess."

Billy could not answer at first. He was used to having bad dreams; whenever he was not passed out due to pain or the potions, the nightmares were always there. But, he had never slept with a customer before. He was not supposed to sleep. And as if sleeping on the job was not a big enough crime, he woke up the client! He was going to pay for it now, for sure.

"I'm sorry." He was so scared the words were hardly audible.

"It's OK. No big deal. You feeling OK?"

"I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to sleep. Please-"

"Billy. Look at me! Look at me, baby. What do you think is gonna happen? I told you it's OK. Come here."

Dean had to pull the scared kid into his arms; hugged him tight, put small kisses on his head inhaling his sweet smell.

"You have nothing to scare of, OK? You're safe with me. I got you. OK? I never let you get hurt."

Billy wanted to believe. It would be so easy to believe. But he knew it was impossible. He knew there was no running from Seville. The man could probably bring his boys back from death if he wanted to. Seville! He was late. Seville was going to kill him.

"Oh! It's late. I… I should leave."

"No, it's not late. We still have time. John told me he paid for all night; we still have at least 5 hours. Stay with me? Please?"

Dean did not let the boy run from his lap. He did not want to leave him; not now, not in five hours, not ever. It was obvious what the boy was going through in his life. Probably he had an asshole for a pimp. As if a better man could pimp underage boys? A very dark voice in his mind asked him what kind of man would fuck underage boys. He himself might be not legal in many states; but he knew it did not make it right.

"You called me Sammy?" the boy asked, his head still buried in Dean's chest.

"I… Yeah, I guess I did. I don't know why. When you called me 'De' I… I just remembered someone else calling me 'De', his name was Sam."

"I'm really sorry I woke you up."

"It's OK. I don't wanna waste my time with you by sleeping anyway."

So Dean wanted to keep going. Of course! Apparently, the guy – Dean had called him John- paid for a show for all night. He slowly moved his hands between their bodies to reach Dean's prick.

"Billy? What are- Oh! Baby, you don't have to-. Fuck!"

The boy's touch was so soft and smooth that his prick immediately left the tiredness behind and started seeking more attention regardless of what Dean was saying. But, Dean could not do it. Not while the kid was in this state of mind and not while Dean was thinking of Sammy.

"Billy, please stop baby."

And Billy stopped. Of course, he stopped; he was to do whatever he was asked. But, when he did not serve the client, he was getting really anxious; afraid of doing something wrong.

"Are you hungry?" Dean asked. He needed some diversion and his stomach was growling like a caveman.

Billy was not supposed to eat. He already ate today and Seville liked to keep his boys small and skinny; Sam was already getting too tall for his job. But if a customer asked him to eat, he would. He could always throw up afterwards.

"If you want me to eat."

"I'm hungry and gonna warm up some pizza, you like pizza? It's meat lover's special."

Billy was confused again, his eyes slid towards the peep-hole to have an idea of what he should do.

"Where you looking?"

Oh, shit! He was caught. It was supposed to be a role-play, but he kept looking at the audience like a rookie.

"Nothing. Yes, I like pizza." Billy tried to deflect the conservation.

But Dean already got that feeling. Something was wrong. Something had been off from the start but he was too horny to realize it probably. He followed the trajectory of the boy's eyes and he too saw the peep-hole hiding inside the stupid painting.

"What the hell!"

Somebody was watching them? The boy knew? Wasn't that wall of John's room? No fucking way!

"Was someone watching us?" When the boy did not answer he raised his voice. "Billy! Was someone watching us? Answer me!"

"I… I'm sorry. I shouldn't have… I'm sorry…"

"I'm not angry at you, just tell me." Dean tried to calm him down while putting on his jeans as fast as he could.

The kid only nod, his fear was like blanket covering him. Dean took his sawed-off from the bag under Billy's terrified eyes. He stood next to John's door, giving his back to the wall.

"Sir! you there?"

When he blasted into the room all Dean saw was his father lying down on the floor and it was definitely not in 'let me rest a bit' style either. With a quick check up, Dean made sure that he was alive and there was no life threatening injuries.

Billy tried to calm himself but something was seriously wrong here. Dean -who he was thinking so highly of minutes ago- was armed so fast and easy that … that... Crap! He was stupid. So stupid! The shy, kind and loving persona was obviously an act. The guy was so comfortable and sleek with the guns, there was no way it was his first time with a weapon, or hundredth; he was clearly a professional. And the way he entered the room; smooth and efficient… Billy was just plain dumb. He should have known that there was something wrong; the guy was so freaking nice. Nobody would be nice to a hooker. Not this nice. Not to Seville's boys. He was probably planning to make Billy so relaxed and trusting, then kill him like a sick bastard he was. Billy knew when the boys got too old, they would go to a job and never come back. He had listened to the horror stories about how some people would pay a fortune to watch life draining from the eyes of dying boys. Although Billy was not too old, he heard Seville was complaining about his ever growing height. Maybe, he was not sellable anymore? But he had more customers than the rest of the boys. Surely, he was still valuable to Seville. Probably Seville did not know these johns' plans.

It didn't matter; he should leave now, while the trick was still busy in the room. He got up as fast as he could and put on his jeans and the jacket, not bothering with the rest of his clothes. He had to run and find Seville as fast as possible.

When Dean got out of the room, he saw the boy was running out.

"Billy! Where you going?"

But Billy did not stop. Dean could see him only for a moment; enough to recognize the disappointment, fear and betrayal in the beautiful face. Of course the kid was running away. He saw someone watching them, probably thought they were some kind of perverts. Then he realized the shut-gun he was carrying. Fool! He did not even think that normal people were not expecting you to take out a sawed-off from your bag right in the middle of cuddling. Poor kid probably thought he was mafia or something. But the kid left almost all his clothing here and it was freezing outside. End of December was no joke in Minnesota.

Dean wanted to run after the boy. All his instincts, his heart, his very essence wanted to find him and never let go. But his dad needed him. There was obviously something wrong, and he could not leave the man in here, vulnerable to anything coming after him. So the decision was made. He was going to carry John to Impala, and then he would look for the boy. He would find him, whatever it takes, Dean would find him. But first thing first…

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It was way below freezing and there was not a soul in the street. Of course, no one in his right mind would be out at this weather. Billy tried to run as fast as he could but his clothes were made for the looks not for jogging in the foot high snow. On top of it, he left his pocket change –Seville did not allow his boys to carry much money, only for a short cab ride; just in case. Not that there were any cabs around. At 3 am, in such crappy neighborhood, it wasn't surprising. Running like that was not the smartest thing he did; but he had no other option. And Seville would find him, he always did. Billy just needed to hang on till 8, maybe 9 am; then Seville would send one of his dogs to bring Billy home. He would be furious thinking Billy tried to escape though. He might not –oh, who he was kidding, he definitely would not- wait for any explanation and go straight to the punishment.

God, it was like fucking Siberia! The breezy north wind was cutting through his skin like razor, easily passing through his jacket, making him feel completely naked. His jeans were soaked, getting heavier every second with icy water and he lost all the feeling in his feet. There was no way he could walk all the way to the other end of the town. The cold pushed other fears out and his tired brain trying full force on finding a quick solution. He could deal with the psycho trick or Seville later. Now he needed to find some place dry, and warm.

The doors he tried were all locked like a vault; of course in such neighborhood you should not expect anything else. Maybe he should have stayed with Dean. At least his death would be quicker. Right now, Billy was sure no gun could hurt as much as the cold he felt in his bones. He should think about a plan, anything to save him; but apparently the freaking cold froze his brain too. His thoughts were all going back to the time he had been sleeping with Dean; the warmness of the body next to him, the soothing heartbeat, the peace he felt… He should have let Dean to kill him. What the fuck was he living for fuck's sake? More torture? And he might have got a chance to eat some pizza too. It had been some time he had eaten anything; and so long he had had pizza. Dean was going to warm it too. Billy could give his right hand right now for something hot; he was not feeling it anyway.

Stay focus, damn it! Maybe he could find a shelter or some homeless people around. He could share a blanket with someone. Another person would help the heat, so they would allow him to squeeze in, right? Billy was tiny enough, he could squeeze anywhere. At least they might let him stay close; between warm bodies. He could let them do anything to him as long as they let him stay a little bit warmer. Maybe they had some fire too. His hands would appreciate some heat now. They might let him heat his hands and maybe give him some hot soup they were eating or…

This was not helping at all. He could not stay focused on any single thought long enough. And there was no one around, not a soul. Where the hell all the homeless people went? Maybe he should go back to the motel. Maybe Dean would let him in. He would, wouldn't he? Billy would beg, he would beg so prettily like he knew the tricks loved. He would let him fuck. He would beg for daddy to fuck him too. The guy had not tried him yet; surely he would want to, wouldn't he? Maybe they had the pizza ready and let him eat a little bit. Or some hot coffee, just to warm his mouth a little bit; sure they would not want to put their cocks in a frozen mouth. Yeah, he did not have to eat; hot coffee would do. He did not even need the coffee if it was too much to ask; as long as they let him stay in the room. Dean's body would be so warm; it would heat him in an instant, like a furnace. And he would fuck him; keep him under his hot body. Yeah, he did not need coffee.

He knew he was tailspinning; he was cold, damn tired and could not even think straight for a minute long. Oh well, maybe he should let himself dive in the snow and let the cold do its job quicker. In some point it should stop hurting as much. Wasn't he supposed to go into a dream realm like the little match girl and die peacefully? Maybe he should stop walking; he was not covering much distance anyways and probably going in circles. He would just sit in snow and dream about the green eyes and the love he felt. He could pretend that it was real and he was happy and loved. At least he would die happy; he was not going to get anything better even if he kept living.

XXX

The only thing Dean could find on his father was some kind of tattoo(?) on his right shoulder. It was a bit faded on the edges but was big enough for Dean to notice it right away. It was not something he understood but he did not need to, to recognize it was a spell. Although it was quite late at night, he did not have much chance but calling Bobby to get some advice because there was nothing more disturbing than finding your father on the floor, under spell induced unconsciousness. OK, maybe finding that he had been watching you having sex with an underage hooker on top of that could be more disturbing, but that was it. Thank god, it did not take too long for Bobby to find what the spell was. It was a common but powerful mambo jumbo to put victims in sleep, vulnerable to any kind of manipulation. Bad news was it would be impossible for the victim to wake up until the tattoo faded away completely and there was no way to quicken the process. Good news was that it was not harmful in any other way, so the best thing to do was waiting for it to fade 'naturally' and keep the victim far from any danger. His father was probably under this spell for some time, maybe a day or maybe two. Regardless, there was a good chance that whoever put the spell on John knew where they were. And Dean knew witches were never good news; they never put a spell to do good by people. The witch was probably after something; something Dean was sure he would not like to give away. He could not fight against whoever the fugly was right now; not when his father in this condition. They had to run away and hide; but after Dean made sure that there were not any other tattoos or hex bags or any other crap hidden on his father or in their bags.

It took longer than Dean hoped to carry John to the car. The man was huge! They had to leave the town right away. They had to hide somewhere far, remote and safe until John was awake. But he could not leave Billy here. No way he was leaving the poor boy who had already had enough troubles in his life without some witch going after him because of the Winchesters. Dean already felt bad about what he had done to the kid -a kid for crying out loud.

When he carried their bags to the car, he realized how cold it was outside. Shit! The kid was out without much to protect him from the cold, leaving most of his clothing behind. He must be freezing right now; it'd been an hour, maybe more. He partly wished that the boy was living close by and was protected from this weather, and partly that he was not since it would be impossible to find him then. He did not have much choice; he would tour around few blocks few times to search for him. If he found the boy, awesome; if not, Dean did not want to think about it now.

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Billy was not feeling cold anymore. He was feeling alright, a bit too warm even. But he was too tired to take his jacket off. It would be morning soon, Seville would be here. And he would have some hot chocolate maybe. Once, one of his clients had poured some hot chocolate on him to lick from his body. It had had burned a little of course, but the guy had poured some in his mouth too, and it was delicious. So good, and warm and sweet... Billy had some hot chocolate in his shoes right now. He did not remember when he got it, but it must be the reason why his feet felt so warm and mushy. He had to drink it now if he wanted it warm. So, he started to take his shoes off.

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When he was passing the 27th street by the third time -completely panicked cause there was no sign of the kid- Dean realized there was a figure under the shadows in the corner. It would be impossible for him to see it in the dark if the shape was not shuffling. When he got closer, he realized with relief that it was Billy. The boy was trying to take his shoes off –why would he want to do that was beyond Dean- but there was something disturbingly wrong in his movements.

"Billy!"

But Billy did not hear him. When Dean tried to lift him the kid mentioned some nonsense about his feet being too warm and some hot chocolate.

"I'll get you some hot chocolate, OK. Come on, babe. Come with me, please?"

For Dean's surprise the boy did not resist or run away. But his walking was completely off, stumbling in every step. It did not take too long for Dean to realize the symptoms of hyperthermia; they had spent enough time in the mountains and John thought him well. Fuck! The boy needed to get warm right away; but they did not have the luxury of stopping anytime soon. He quickly undressed the boy from the wet clothes right on the street and placed him on top of John who was sleeping soundly on the back seat. It would be a lot better if he undressed John too; but the guy was like a giant squeezed tight into the car and Dean could not waste more time. Thank god, they still had the camping equipment from the werewolf hunt. He wrapped the boy to John with the emergency blanket and covered his head with insulating hat.

"OK, dad. Keep him warm now, please."

He cranked up the heat to max in the Impala and drove as fast as he could dare to leave the cursed town behind.

XXX

When they arrived to the hunting cabin John had prepared for in case of emergency, it had been more than two hours and there had been no sound coming from the back seat. Dean had not dared stopping the car to check during the trip, but thankfully both of the passengers were alive when they finally got their destination. It proved to be a big hassle to carry everyone to the cabin. Dean was tired, John was heavy and Billy… Billy was nothing heavy, but he too was unconscious and it scared the hell out of Dean. As soon as his sleepy companions were inside, he fired the fireplace and one of their emergency butane heaters. John looked fine, but Billy was still cold. Dean did not lose time, prepared the sleeping bag, placed the skinny boy inside and joined him completely naked. He tried to cover as much of the lanky body as he could while exhaling directly to boys face. After a while, he felt Billy pushed his face more into the crook of his shoulder, seeking more warmth and finally, after three long hours of constant worry, Dean felt relaxed.

XXX

Dean woke up to the whistling of the kettle on the fireplace. He had not even realized that he had dozed off. Billy looked a lot better now, his face finally had some color, and his breathing was strong. Dean could not help but put a kiss to the chapped lips. The boy's eyelids fluttered first, and then he looked at Dean with empty eyes.

"Billy, it's me. Dean. Don't be scared, OK?"

Dean realized how little help that comment was when he saw the fear filling those beautiful eyes like water filling an empty pool.

"I'm sorry the way we squeezed in this. But you were freezing; I had to increase your body temperature."

"Are you gonna kill me?" Billy asked bluntly.

"What? Why? No, of course I'm not gonna kill you."

But the boy continued as if Dean had not said anything, "Can I at least have some hot chocolate before?"

"Before what? What do you think I am?" But Dean did not insist any longer. The boy was obviously scared out of his wits. "I'll give you some hot chocolate if we have it in the cabin. And it's only before a hot breakfast, nothing else. OK?"

Billy did not look like he was relieved, but Dean would deal with it later. He got up, dressed up before pouring some hot water in hot chocolate – milk powder mix.

"Here you are. Be careful, don't burn yourself."

He gave the boy one of his winter shirts, and applied some of John's special ointment on his face, hands and feet. Billy let him to rub the cream without saying a word and kept drinking hot chocolate in complete silence.

"I know it smells horrible. But it's the best remedy for frostbite. Yours isn't too bad. You're lucky I found you quick. Your lips will be as soft as they had been in no time."

Billy did not answer; he just looked sad and hopeless.

"Billy, I know you don't trust me. But, please believe me when I say this: I'm not gonna hurt you. I don't wanna hurt you and I won't let anyone hurt you. I can see you find it hard to trust people, but can you at least give it a try?"

"I… I don't wanna be in pain anymore."

"Are you hurt? Right now?" Dean was confused, he had checked the kid for injuries and there had not been anything serious; or he had thought so.

"No, but… If Seville finds us –and he will find us no matter what- he'll punish me. And I… I really don't wanna be punished anymore. I'm just too tired. So, it's OK if you kill me. I won't run away again."

"Nobody is gonna punish you. I won't let him."

"You don't know him. Ask your… Ask John. He knows him. No one can get away from Seville."

"Watch me."

Billy looked at Dean who was standing tall and certain. Was he telling the truth about not hurting him? Was he really that nice? Was he really… No, Billy won't fall into the same trap again. But, even though he knew it was a lie, it was one hell of lie.

"What's wrong with John?" He decided to change the topic.

"A witch put a spell on him. He wasn't himself for a while and he'll be sleeping for a day or more." Dean decided supernatural probably would not scare the kid right now as much as humans; considering what he had been through with his pimp.

"Seville?"

"What?"

"Was it Seville, the one put the spell?"

"Seville is a witch?"

Billy only nodded and indulged in his drink.

"I thought he was your pimp."

Billy explained the business Seville was in. He did not care much about anything anymore. He just wanted to spend his last hours without fear; just relaxed and in peace. He was going to do whatever he liked, eat as much as he wanted. He was going to drink one more hot chocolate too. He was also going to ask the trick to kiss him. And not because he had to or anything; just because he wanted to kiss someone, kiss him like Dean had kissed him before; like a kiss between lovers. He was going to sleep next to him too, cuddle long and sweet like you would do with your boyfriend. And he did not care if Dean throw him away afterwards or kill him or whatever. He could not care any less.

Dean listened to the boy with growing terror. There was not much in this world that made the young hunter feel like this anymore. A life, even though a young one, spent with hunting all kinds of monsters and fuglies made him pretty numb to the tragedies. But, what the kid was telling was beyond his worst nightmares. The way the boys were treated by their regular 'customers', the torture they endured, the humiliation they suffered… And the bastards were human for god's sake; not a demon, not a skinwalker but a flesh and blood human! Billy explained how Seville was healing the boys after each customer, how he was training them, punishing them when he thought it was necessary. And Dean could not take it anymore. He left the oatmeal he was cooking on the fire and hugged the kid; hugged him tight.

"I'm sorry Billy. I can't even… God, if I knew I would never, ever… I'm so sorry… I'm sorry…"

Billy did not understand why Dean was apologizing for. Or what was he talking about not doing if he knew about Seville. He was going to leave it as another mystery of this strange trick and pay all his attention to last drops of his hot chocolate, but Dean did something unimaginable: He cried. The tough and strong young man, smooth with guns and not scared from witches Dean… It was not loud or anything. Billy only felt the wetness on his ear pressed to Dean's face and when he looked up he saw the tears dropping from the most beautiful eyes he had ever seen.

"Dean. Why are you crying?"

"I'm sorry I hurt you Billy."

"You didn't hurt me." 'Yet' he added in his mind.

"I didn't think... God, I don't know what I thought but I never thought you're forced to do it. I know it doesn't mean anything, but I'm sorry. Oh Billy. I'm so sorry."

So, the john was crying because he had fucked him. Yeah, he was strange.

"It's OK. You didn't hurt me at all. It was… good." And that was a serious understatement. It was the best night Billy had had in his whole life; that is till Dean had gotten the gun and all.

But Dean did not answer; kept holding Billy secure as if someone was going to take him away.

"I mean it, Dean. I really liked how you kissed me. No one kissed me like that before." And he escaped from the arms hugging him and raised his head to get another kiss. But Dean did not kiss him back.

"You don't have to. Billy, you don't have to do anything you don't want to. I don't know how I can explain it to you but… I'm not... I don't wanna be one of your tricks. I don't know if you can accept me but I'd like to be your friend."

"I… I don't understand."

"Never mind, I'm blubbering and crying like an old lady, huh." He gave a half hearted smile. "Oh! I forgot the oatmeal. You wanna dig in? It's not the best, but it's warm and hearty. I put some nuts and raisins... don't forget to add some honey too."

The oatmeal was not the nicest thing Billy had tasted but was not half bad. It was sweet and that was a huge plus. Seville had never let the boys eat sweets, their diet was pretty strict. He ate as much as he wanted. Dean gave him another hot chocolate and insisted that he would eat even more.

"Why aren't you eating? Didn't like it?"

"I'd prefer some meat lover's, but this is OK too." Billy gave him a smile. He felt brave and joked; but was still anxious that the boy could take it wrong. But he did not; he gave a big, calming laugh instead:

"I promise I'll buy a meat lover's special for lunch. With extra cheese."

"I'd love that."

When they were done with the breakfast, Dean prepared the beds.

"Let's rest some. OK? I haven't slept much in last two days."

But Billy did not sleep in the bed was obviously prepared for him. He slowly went to the Dean's, stood there afraid to ask.

"What is it, Billy?"

"Can I… I don't wanna sleep alone." Billy knew it was only a matter of time before Seville found him. He did not want to waste any time.

"You sure? I told you. You don't have to-"

"I just want to sleep next to you. Please?"

Dean didn't answer but lifted the comforter to let the kid in. Billy snuggled close to the larger body and actually managed to sleep without letting any fear clouding his mind.

XXX

It must have been quite some time that they had fallen asleep since the sun already took its place in the other side of the sky. Billy was surprised that he had slept this long without any nightmares. He stretched under the comforter, enjoying the warmness of the tight body against him, surrounding him. Dean had been hugging him during the whole time; it was warm and peaceful and… and, arousing! Billy found himself rock hard for his surprise. Of course he had had erections during his sleep before –he was a teenage boy after all-but he had never had it when with someone. One more thing that this Dean boy was different than all the other people he knew. He treated him incredibly nice, smelled delicious… and also there was yesterday's legendary fuck.

Billy knew Seville must be looking for him right now, like a rabid dog, and would find him no matter what Dean said. Billy really wanted to try one more thing before this beautiful dream ended bloody. He wanted to be with this beautiful boy one more time. He wanted to taste him without the fear, without thinking about doing the right move or worrying about the creepy man watching them. He wanted to make love to him, like one would do with a lover not with a customer. Billy had never had a lover, and although he had had all kind of sex before, he never made love to anyone. He knew this would be his only and the last chance to try something close.

He did not know how Dean would take it, but Billy was not going to back down before at least giving it a try. He slowly reached to the sleeping boy's dick and started to stroke it through the fabric. He found it already hard and ready. So far, so good. He slowly pushed his hand inside the loose sweats and touched the already twitching organ. It was smooth under his hand and kept growing under Billy's expert ministrations. It did not take long for precum to gather at the tip and for Dean to start making the most delicious, sexy sounds which directly went to Billy's prick. Although still sleeping, the young hunter's hips started to rock slightly into the hand stroking him nice and slow.

Dean was having the most wonderful dream. The softest hands he had ever encountered with were stroking him towards- Wait a minute!

"Billy!"

"Yes, Dean." Billy answered with the dirtiest tone his soft voice could achieve. He reached up to the lips to steal a kiss without leaving the attention seeking organ. But Dean was determined not to roll into the horniness like a stupid teenager. Again.

"Billy. Stop!"

"I just…"

"I told you, you don't have to-"

"I know, but I want to, Dean. You've been so good to me. And… I want to do it; I wanna make love to you."

When Dean did not answer, Billy felt like the stupidest moron alive. Of course! Why would anyone want to make love to a whore! He was used goods, dirty and disgusting. Why had he told Dean all those details about his work, why? He must be out of his mind thinking that someone like Dean would want anything to do with love, with Billy.

"I… I didn't mean that. I… I want you to… fuck me. That's… that's what I meant."

"Billy… Look at me. Baby, please. You're beautiful, you're perfect and I'm dying to put my hands on you-"

"But?"

"But you're so young and… I shouldn't have… And now that I learnt-"

"What kind of whore I am, right?" He tried to sound bitter, but it came out sulking. He could not help the pain in his heart.

"Fuck, no! Oh, Billy. I'd never…. I meant that now I learnt that you were forced to do what you did, baby. For all practical purposes I raped you. You're just a… and I… I…"

Oh! Dean was upset about that! Was this guy for real? How nice could a person really get?

"Don't you think we passed that point long time ago?"

"I…"

"Come on, Dean… Please." Billy gave his best puppy dog look. "I want this. I want you to touch me. I want to feel you, your hands, your lips, your whole body…" He emphasized his words with the soft touches; nothing to provoke Dean, but to give just right amount of pleasure. And it was working. Of course, it wasn't for nothing that Billy was Seville's most popular boy; he could write the book of seduction his eyes closed. Finally, Dean gave him one of those mind blowing kisses again, and Billy melted in his arms.

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John woke up slowly. First, his consciousness was back, but he was not capable of anything else that a living man should be able to do. He tried to figure out what was going on, but his senses were all shut down. Slowly, his last memories started coming to him. They had been back in the town after killing that crazy werewolf with Dean. And then… Oh, right! Then, he had spotted the he-witch, the bastard whom he almost gave up looking for. He had seen him in the middle of the street while looking for a nice Christmas present for his son. Between the many luxury cars, suddenly the guy's ugly face had rose; and John had not need to look at him twice to recognize the bastard. That horrid face had been graved to his memory forever. John was relentless; he should have known better than to blindly follow the witch, but he could not risk losing him again. It was easy –way too easy, now he realized- to find the hole the witch was hiding. It was not really a hole; it was a more-than-5 star hotel. When he managed to enter the witch's 'suite', John thought he finally got him. That was the last thing he remembered before he lost his consciousness.

His senses came to him one by one. First, he felt that he was somewhere warm; he could also feel the soft texture of the comforter he was tucked in. It was good news. He was not at some dungeon at least, right? And then, his hearing came back to him. Not sudden but gradually he could hear the voices surrounding him. At first it was a complete blur of sounds, but then he could recognize Dean's voice. He was moaning. Was he in pain? Seville got him too, and was torturing him? No, not another son! But he could do absolutely nothing, including opening his freaking eyelids for fuck's sake. After the moment of panic, his training sat back and he forced himself to actually listen to his surroundings. He should at least estimate how many people were around. Then, he figured out that it wasn't because of pain Dean was moaning, it was because of pleasure. He made out some words in the cloud of voices, 'baby', 'fuck', sweet'. What the hell?

If Dean was OK and rescued John, there was no way he would bring a girl to fuck next to his passed out father. Would he? He knew he had a son with the libido of a dog in heat, but still. He might have pulled his boy from numerous girls in odd situations, but Dean had never done such a reckless thing. He wouldn't. What would he say to the girl, 'Don't mind my dad, he's cursed.'?

John tried to concentrate on what else he could hear. For his surprise, the only other voice he could hear did not belong to a girl but to another boy. A very young one too, his voice had not yet broken. John heard him pleading, cursing and moaning. The first thought came to John's mind was that there had to be more than one couple. It could not be Dean with a boy now, right? The boy was practically living in his father's back pocket; there was no way John would miss if his son was into boys too. But the next word coming from the other boy cleared his doubts, 'Dee!"

No one had called Dean like that for five years; since that fucking witch had stolen his baby boy. 'Dee' was the first word Sam had spoken; it was the only name he had called when he was sick or hurt or scared. And hearing it again after all these years gave one hell of a jolt to John's bones. Could he really be Sam, his baby boy?

It felt like hours but finally John could manage to open his eyes too. He could not turn his head yet, but luckily, the old mirror placed on top of the fireplace was presenting a nice view of the room. John recognized the emergency cabin right away. Dean must have brought them back for hiding. First, he could not see anyone else in the room, but when his eyes could focus better he saw the shuffling in the bed behind him. He recognized Dean right away. The absolute bliss on his face and the way his body moved told John all he needed –and more- to know what his son was doing. He focused on the figure in front of Dean, to get an idea of who the boy was. Unfortunately, the boy's head was down between the tiny shoulders, amber color hair covering his face completely. But John knew. He felt it in his blood, in his heart, in his soul that… that… He did not know how to pray. Pray that it was Sammy, that he was with them in this very room, and very alive. Or pray that it wasn't his baby boy that his brother pounding unaware –it had to be, there was no way Dean would do that if he knew the boy was his brother.

After a very long wait, the boy finally raised his head with an accompanying cry, which was too high pitch for John to decipher but was something between 'yes', 'Dean', 'God' or all of the above. Dean pulled the young boy towards himself, maneuvering him to sit on the young hunter, giving a perfect –or worst- view of what they were doing to their father. John could not turn his face away, but he did not want to close his eyes either. He was afraid if he lost the sight of Sammy -he was his Sammy, no doubt anymore- he would lose him again.

So, he watched his boys getting pleasure from each other's bodies. He watched his younger son bouncing on top of his older, grinding himself on the cock pounding him, turning and angling like an exotic dancer. He watched his older boy kissing, sucking, biting his younger while stroking the not-yet-reached-the-adult-size cock. He kept his eyes on the two young bodies, drinking their face, their happiness; trying not to think about the wrongness of the act they were committing.

"I love you. Dean! Love you, I love you, love you..." John heard Sam repeated over and over, till his voice died in a haze of sensation. Dean's voice rose short after that,

"I'm close, baby. Billy! Fuck! God, you're… fucking… perfect!"

So Dean did not know him. Of course, he didn't! John had told him that his baby brother was dead. He did not want Dean to find about the horror stories -only rumors, nobody knew for sure- of the boys Seville had stolen. John had told him that he had no brother; thinking it would be better than not knowing. Better than the doubt that what if he was alive and in such torture. Better than trying again and again and fucking again to catch the son of a bitch to learn the truth, but failing every single time. Better than the torment was crushing John's very soul. He had not wanted to put his son through the same hell John was living.

But now, the decision was biting him in the ass. He watched his older son seeking orgasm in his younger one's ass; powerless to interfere. He watched Sam rising on his knees, turning to an awkward angle to kiss his brother. He watched the lust and passion in the kiss. He watched the way Dean holding his brother, keeping him tight against him, patting and stroking every inch of that skinny body.

He tried really hard not to think about how come his baby boy knew how to kiss like that, or more disturbingly how take in the-. Fucking monstrous asshole witch! The stories were true then. His baby boy, at the age when it was time only to learn where the babies were coming from, was used as a… as a… Fuck, he can't even think about it. So, this was Seville's last game. When he had figured the hunter was after him, he must have thought it would be hilarious to show him how he had been treating the hunter's boy. Did he also plan this thing between Dean and Sammy? Most probably. Sick bastard!

"Never gonna leave you, baby. Never. I got you. Billy. Got you."

John heard Dean; he could hear a lot better now. He could hear the endearments, adorations and promises that only teenagers would tell each other after a fuck. He could hear the way his sons' tongues were making those wet noises... the way they were sucking each other's lips… the popping sound which indicated that Dean was no longer residing in his brother's asshole. And, all the sounds coming from Sam's tiny mouth while –although John could not see because of the angle, he knew- cleaning his brother's cock.

When he realized he could actually move his finger, he tried even harder to make a sound, any sound. It came out really low and growling at first. But after few trials he made it loud enough cry to be heard by his sons.

"Sammy! Sam!"

A/N: I should confess that I shamelessly inspired by the beautiful story of aliencatt, "To Stop the Darkness" (www. fanfiction . net/s/6490333/1/To_Stop_the_Darkness) for filling this promt. Because, I can't even imagine an underage-prostitute Sammy anymore without picturing her "Sammie".