Sup' Chapter 03

(Sam wraps her other hand with his own. Tears come to Sam's eyes. He hadn't let himself feel for a woman in a long time, because he knows he can't make it last. Dean barely makes it to the chair behind him; it's difficult because for some weird reason, his legs have turned to gelatin. Sam, now feels a rush of cold air against his back, he turns his head to see that Dean is gone.

Sam decides to take this opportunity to steal Jody's cunt for himself. He gets up and walks towards the end of the bed, before he gets there; Jody is balanced on her elbows, watching Sam walk towards Dean. She sighs, knowing it's over and feeling the loss. Sam slows after the turn of the bed, and strokes her pelvis. Then he goes to Dean, and leans in so Jody can't hear him.)

Sam: Do you think she's learned her lesson yet?

(Dean smiles, having forgotten all about her "punishment" and shakes his head no.

(Sam smiles.)

Sam: I concur.

(Then when Sam leans in a little closer, he's just noticing that Dean is naked, and so is he. But it isn't freaking either of them out; though he doesn't understand why.)

Sam: Whatever you do, keep her tits bare, no touching them. We're saving them for last, that's her torture.

Dean: But Sa-am. I want them.

Sam: I know you do, but you must resist, like I did. If you don't, then not only did she get away with touching us, and humiliating us, but she got to have mind blowing fun too, and that's not fair. No, she must be taught a lesson. Promise me, Dean!

Dean: Yeah, okay, Bitch!

Sam: Good! Jerk.

(Sam grabs Dean's arm to pull him to his feet. After he is steady, and starts walking towards Jody, he sees she is sitting up and already has her shirt back on. Dean grabs her up in his arms and pulls her so tight to his chest, that he's actually crushing her ribs. He wraps his lips around her mouth, and forces his tongue in, but once he gets past her teeth, he softens his kiss for just long enough to tease her; then pulls his face off hers.)

Dean: I told you, you'll be sorry! He spins her around and, grabs her under her shoulder blades, and knees, lifts her high, then drops her onto the bed. When she hits the mattress, her boobs bounce, and Sam's cock gets a pang of hardness. Dean pulls her up by her shirt, and rips through the fabric with his bare hands, as he removes it from her body, and then discards it.

Jody, knowing both men are spent, starts to think Dean is actually angry, and her gun is out of reach. But then Dean leans in and plants a kiss on top of her head, like a sleeping child. Jody can feel her heart beating even faster in her chest, and she starts hyperventilating.)

Dean: Just breathe...

(Jody takes one deep breath, then another, slowly restoring her lungs to normal. Sam watches the look on his brother's face, it is a look of ultra confidence, and Sam is fascinated as to how much control Dean has over women. Dean's perfect features can make for all different kinds of looks, each one communicating a command, question, or story. Sam always knew what those looks meant, but he had no idea that strange women could read them too. Their meanings really weren't obvious. Dean, still wanting to punish her, finds his eyes fixated on her heaving breasts, but he knows he can't have them, so in one fluid movement, he flips her onto her stomach, and pins her arm behind her.)

Dean: Sam, do you see her cuffs anywhere?

Jody: Don't you dare!

(Sam shakes his head in an attempt to focus on the task at hand; finding her cuffs, and he does, he quickly brings them to Dean, who gives him a nod; the same nod he uses to tell Sam to secure a monster. But Sam bites his lip. Jody said no. Dean sees his little brother's hesitation, the very same kind that got him killed by Jake; and there is nothing worse in this world for Dean to experience than Sammy's death.

So, Dean takes the cuffs with a look to Sam, that when this is over, he is going get a serious beat-down. Dean locks one cuff around Jody's left wrist. She screams and protests, but is no match for Dean, who takes the other cuff, and instead of latching it to her other hand, which was her fear, or to the bed-frame, Dean latches the other cuff to his own left wrist. Sam's jaw falls open.)

Sam: God, Dean...

(But Jody can't see what he did; she only knows she doesn't feel trapped, or uncomfortable. Dean turns to look at Sam; this face tells him that it's his turn for pussy. Sam goes to Jody's ass and starts to tickle her. She shudders and jerks; even laughs. But when Sam hears she's having fun, he gives her a slap. She jumps at the unexpected sting.)

Sam: You think that was funny? You think that felt good? You're not here to feel good, you're here for penance!

(Sam squeezes each ass-cheek very hard, alternating between squeezes and slaps, several times. Jody yelps and squeals with each action. But Sam knows subconsciously that this is bordering cruel, so it's not turning him on. Dean gets bored quickly with Sam's antics, but realizes Sam is taking care of the punishment part; it's up to him to do the opposite, confuse your prey and keep her off guard, so to speak.

Dean straddles Jody's back. He leans over her, takes his cuffed hand and draws little circles along the flesh where it can touch. Her own hand being connected to his; must follow the same path. Sam knew the logic of how this would work, that's why he was so impressed with Dean's plan. Every touch Jody gets from Dean, she also does to herself. Sam wishes he could see it working, but Dean is in his way. Sam, now tired, changes up and starts giving her ass little bites. Jody is kicking in reaction to them. All this movement is starting to arouse Dean.)

TBC