I don't own, you don't sue.
Warnings: Wincest (Kind of), Death and rape.
I was fourteen the first time my body was sexually assaulted, by my father none the less. I had been 18 when he first came to Stanford. And I was 21 as I watched my brother push him out of my third floor apartment window. Now I sit here tied to a support beam in a sewer, fearing what the shape shifter has in store for me.
"Where is he? Where is my brother?" I began to yell as loud and long as possible.
"Shut the fuck up all ready! You really don't want to worry about him right know, because seeing you tied to the beam right now. You have no idea of what it does to a guy." The shape shifter commented. "Man I swear, the more I learn about you and your family. And I thought I came from a bad background."
"What the fuck are you talking about!" I tried to ignore the first statement and focused on the second part.
"Aw is it time for share time? Well see I can download the memories of the persons skin, that I just happen to be borrowing at the time." He chuckled.
"Lovely." Sam spoke sarcastically.
"Isn't it?" The shape shifter spoke, then he leaned in close to Sam "I so wish you're brother were here. Just so he could hear you scream like a little bitch."
At the statement Sam's went wide. The shifter had closed the gap between them, smashing there lips together. "Oh god this can't be happening! Not again please not again!"
"Please, don't do this. Please..." Sam was cut off by a hard back hand across his face.
"Shut up. See dad knew what he wanted when he took it the first time. But the second time he was just a crack addict whore, only instead of crack he was addict to you. The taste of you, the smell of you. The small whimpering sounds you make. God I'm even addicted to you, I mear shape shifter who won't give a fuck who you were. I won't remember your name, but I will remember you're sent, touch, the feel of you coming in me." He spoke as he undid Sam's pants. Lowering them just enough to get at the treasure the lie inside them.
"God you are one beautiful piece of skin. I'm gonna make you scream, more then he ever could." The shifter spoke it like a promise. He then started to fondle him, making his dick twitch. "Just give in Sammy, you know you can't resist you're big brother. You know you can't resist the love of you're life, the only family you have left..."
"Shut up! You aren't him. You could never be half the lover he is, half the person he is, nore half the brother he is!" I explode, spitting in the shifters face while I was at it.
As Sam spat on the shifter, he had been busy removing the clothing from the lower half of his body "It's been a while since you and Dean have fucked hasn't it. You haven't even let him get passed second base, for since before you left for college. Well we're just going to have to fix that now aren't we." He spoke as straddled Sam. Lowering him down on Sam's erected member.
Dean woke to the sickening sounds some one in utter pain. As Dean became more conscious he realized who was screaming. He moved as quickly as possible, but as quite as owl tracking it prey. Unfortunatlly it wasn't quite enough.
"Oh goody, you're up." The shifter joked as he rolled his hips into Sam a little harder.
"Dean..." Sam prayed to god he hadn't heard any of this. He would truly die if he had.
"Oh the fun I am going to have now." The shifter spoke as his face took on a predatorial look.
"Hang on Sammy. Just hang in there buddy, cause when I get free all hells gonna brake lose!" Dean threatened. He was close to braking through the rope.
As the final thread broke, freeing him, he was finally able to see why Sam was in so much distress. "Oh god..." Dean chocked out as he tripped, falling backward.
"Dean please don't watch. I'm sorry."
"To late Sammy boy. Shows almost over anyway." The shifter whispered into Sam's ear. He could feel how close Sam was, so he decide to put even more effort into it. He pushed a little harder with every move.
Sam moaned, he couldn't deny that it felt good. But that was because the shifter knew how to make it good for both of them. He knew every little thing to make Sam, moan, whimper, and move with him. He hated himself, because even though the shifter looked like Dean it wasn't Dean, and in that fucked up way he was cheating on him. The idea made Sam want to vomit, but before he could he felt the orgasm rip through him. He arched into the now lose restraints, with Deans name on his lips he came. He came hard in the shifter, and the shifter repaid him by cumming all over Sam's shirt.
By this point Dean had found his voice and the ability to move again. "I swear when I get my hands on you you are going to reap the day you decide to fuck my little brother!"
"Oh yeah. You think you could put a whole in you're own chest?"
"yes." Dean deadpanned. Quicker then a cat Dean had one of there guns in his hand ant aimed at his chest. "I really like that shirt too." He spoke as he fired the gun twice. One landing in the heart the other landing a little further south.
"Are you okay Sammy?" Dean asked as he worked his way over to him.
"Do I look fucking okay? I mean like is there just something that screams 'Please come rape me, I really enjoy it!' Lets see now that's what like 33 times I've been raped!" Sam was out of control. He couldn't stop, and Dean in some fucked up way totally understood.
"Sammy I wish I could take all of the pain away, I really do. I wish I could just wrap you in my arms and tell you that it's just a bad dream, but I can't and that hurts more than having to watch it or throw dad out of a three story window." Dean confessed.
"Dean can you do one thing for me? Just this one thing."
"Anything Sammy, I'll do anything for you, you know that."
"Kiss me of the lips and tell me you love me. Then put a .45 to my head and blow my brains out the other side." Sam pleaded.
"Only if I can fallow."
"Anywhere I go Dean, you'll always find me."
And with that said Dean lent into Sam's lips. Kissing him soft, so gentle, so not Dean that it hurt. Then he whispered into Sam's lips "I love you. Oh god you will never know who much I love you." The he pulled the trigger, ending Sam's life. Then he raised the gun to his own head, and pulled the trigger.
"God, took you long enough!" Sam laughed as they walked into the white abyss.
"Mary, Mary. Oh god please wake up!" John pleaded.
Mary's eyes shout up, unfocused and terrified. As Sammy kid for the first time.
Oh burn bet you didn't see that coming! Okay maybe you did I don't know, but I hope you enjoyed, I know I enjoyed torturing Sam.
Tat-ta for now kiddies!