Hi Everyone sorry for the lateness - here is chapter 3 (manic week in work)

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this chapter gets a bit gruesome and sexual abuse ensues

Again - I do not own the supernatural boys

Enjoy

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John was now sat next to Sam with his arm wrapped around his shoulders.

'Now Sammy, what's the first thing you see different from Dean to you?'

Silence

'If you don't participate Sam, I'll just get up and see what makes Dean tick'

Sam glared at his Dad; no way could he allow his Dad to embarrassing Dean further

'Ok Sam, Dean brace yourself'

As john got up to stand, Dean clearly flinched.

'Wait…wait – fine' Sammy screamed, jumping up and grabbing Johns arm.

'What was that Sammy?'

'Dad, don't. I'll participate'

John smiled and sat down motioning Sam to sit next to him; Sam glared but sat down quickly not putting it past his Dad to use timewasting as a punishment on his brother. John sat patiently, waiting for Sam to start pointing out the differences between him and his brother

Sam took a deep breath – 'hair' Sam swallowed, this was harder than he thought 'Dean has hair…there'

'fantastic Sam' John jumped up and stepped next to Dean 'Dean arms up' Dean did as he was told and lifted his shaky hands above his head, John stroked from Deans wrists down to his armpits where he began to gently play with the hair there. 'Correct Sam, hair growth. As you can see on Dean, the armpits, the legs, groan area and well' john a step closer to Dean so close Dean can feel his breath on his neck. 'You see Sammy most boys Deans age also begin to get hair on the face too – clearly Dean hasn't matured into quite the man that he thinks he is' With this Dean whispered 'not true'

'I'm sorry Dean didn't quite catch that'

Dean swallowed, he was going to stand up for himself, no matter how pathetic he looked standing in his birthday suit whilst his Dad continued to caress his armpit hair 'It's not true, I do have hair on my face – I just shave it off' o well done Dean, why to stand up for yourself.

John laughed

'o really, please accept my apology Dean' John traced his hand down Deans chest 'and how about here'

Dean's eyes shot open at this, not a few months ago did his Dad walk in on him shaving his chest as well, and Dean had never felt more embarrassed and tried to reason with his Dad but he had no excuses to use. His Dad took it all in his stride and told him not to worry about it and now here he was using it against him to embarrass him further in front of Sam. Dean wasn't going to let him think he had won, whatever this 'situation' was that John had put him in he wouldn't lose. He looked his Dad straight in the eyes, used a cocky grin and smirked 'of course old man, the ladies love the smooth chest look. It's understandable that a man of your age wouldn't know the new trends…Sir'

John smirked

Dean smirked

Sam grimaced, why did Dean have to do this – toleration was not John's strong point.

'thanks for keeping me informed son, let me give you some knowledge'

Before Dean and Sam knew what had happened. Johns had flown to Dean's pubes and he grabbed a fist full of Dean's short curly bush growing above his cock.

Dean's eyes watered and he bit his lip

'back in my day…boy! Girls were not a fan of the cave man look! You think its funny Sammy was able to notice how hairy you are down here? Is it not embarrassing that that's the first thing he noticed about you. How unkept you are?'

'I didn't say that'

'why don't you do yourself a favour boy and trim once in a while' and with that John whipped his closed fist away from Dean but wrenching out a large patch of Deans pubes in the process. Dean screamed and fell to the floor. John stared at this son whose hands and flung down to the now bare patch of skin. John slowly turned his closed fist around to see the curly black hair embedded in his nails. 'this isn't about you Dean, show me some respect when I am trying to educate your brother' he opened his fist and threw the remaining pubes so they rained over his sons head.

'Dean stand up'

'No'

'What did you say'

With that Sam decided to take action. He stood up, pulled Dean by his arms in an upright position and moved to stand in-between his Dad and brother 'Dad that's enough'

'Sammy…don't…please' Dean whispered behind him.

John took in the image before him, his youngest protecting his oldest was quite a picture. Clearly he had raised him right…or come to think of it, Dean had. Maybe his sons were too close – time to put that theory to the test.

'You're right Sammy I'm sorry…Dean attention!' with that one command Sam felt Deans energy and physique change behind him, Sam turned to see Daddy's little soldier awaiting his orders

'Dean what are you doing? Dean stop listening to him and put your damn clothes back on! DEAN!'

John came up close behind Sam 'Sam you are correct that enough is enough, you have been the observer whilst I have been demonstrating. Time to get your hands dirty'

'no…Dad please don't do this to him' Dean pleaded

'I thought I told you to stand to attention!'

Sam was confused and just stared at Deans scared green eyes he didn't notice john wink at Dean and grab the bottle of lube from his duffle and put it into his pocket. John returned behind Sam like he had never moved.

'So Sammy we have discussed vocal change and hair growth, now to talk about the fun part. Penis and Testicles'

'wha?'

Before Sam could finish his question his Dad had grabbed both of his hands in his and lunged towards Dean, avoided his Dick and went straight for the balls. Both Sam and Dean gasped; Sam wanted to look at this brother to apologise but couldn't bring his head up out of embarrassment. Dean tried to distance himself and looked straight forward, after all that's what a soldier did when he were stood to attention. Sam struggled almost instantly until his father whispered 'this is a very sensitive area Sam, it should be treated with care, the more you struggle the more you may hurt Dean' Sam swallowed, he didn't want to be touching his brother here, it never occurred to him to touch himself there never mind another guy and especially not his brother.

'Remember all this is for you Sam, you wanted to learn about puberty and how your body was going to change. Now how do they feel compared to you?'

Sam swallowed 'There bigger, rounder, quite smooth'

'Give them a gentle squeeze Sam'

Dean tried to suppress his moan as Sam began to squeeze rock and jiggle his testicles in his hand.

'Did you hear that Sam, Dean likes it when you do that to him, it makes him happy'

Without thinking Sam repeated the action out of curiosity and there came the throaty growl from his brother, it made Sam smile and without noticing Sam was allowing his Dad to manoeuvre his hands around Dean's balls to see different reactions they could trigger. A gentle scratch behind the balls and along Dean's perineum had Dean curling his toes into the carpet, a gradual pull with both hands sideways had him panting for breath and a vigorous pull down had him thrusting forwards.

'Sammy hold out your hands out for me' Sam responded straight away awaiting his next instructions.

John was taking out the lube out of his back pocket when Dean whispered 'please, stop, please. I'm sorry for upsetting you Sammy I really am. Please don't do this' John poured a fair amount into Sam's hand. 'Dad please don't, I've done everything you have ever asked of me, you have got to realise that this is not right.' John got Sam to rub his hands together 'guys stop please'

'Now Sam this is called masturbation, Dean have you masturbated before?'

'Dad, please'

'Answer the question Dean'

'Yes'

'Yes, what'

'Yes I have masturbated before'

'Please name all the slang words you know for masturbation Dean so your brother will be able to impress his friends.'

'This is sick'

John slapped Deans limp cock 'name them now'

'wank, jacking off, jerking off, toss off, wack off…I don't know just anything with the word off afterwards is usually deemed acceptable' Dean screamed into his father's face.

John smiled at Dean 'it's almost over Dean, you have done so well, now Sam, you want to take slow movements' with this he guided Sam's hand around Deans dick and gentle began to move his hands up and down. It wasn't long for little Dean to show himself as well…not so little. Sam stepped back away when Dean's dick began to grow in his hands

Dean gulped the air for breath and begged to Sam through hiccupped tears 'I'm so sorry Sammy, I didn't, I don't want, I never meant for it to do that, it's not, I'm so sorry'

'Now Sam this is called an erection and is all a part of growing up and maturing. The way you are touching Dean is making him sexually aroused'

'That's not true Sammy'

'You are making Dean very happy, so his dick is responding by filling with blood which makes it increase in size, impressed?'

Sam didn't know what to do. He felt confused; this was Dean, his protector, his best friend, and at times his worst enemy. At the beginning of tonight's 'sex ed' with their Dad Sam pleaded with John to let Dean get dressed. He still felt that way – this was wrong on so many levels, but he couldn't stop stroking Dean's dick and the closeness he was sharing with his Dad, he and Sam were forever arguing and tonight…rightly or wrongly John was doing this because Sam…asked for it?

'Now Sam I think you are ready to witness the final show, you see how big Dean has gotten?'

Sam nodded his head; he could take his eyes away from it

'his…his balls seem bigger than before Dad'

'That right Sam, his balls are producing semen that wants to leave his Dick. This is called ejaculation. Again there are other words for this…Dean'

Dean was beginning to get a sweat line above his brow when John looked at him; he was trying to maintain his breathing which John realised must be difficult. John had gotten Sam to stroke Dean's length at a slow teasing rate. In all truth it could be anyone stroking Dean right now and they would still get the same reaction. A Werewolf, a shifter, even the damn thing that killed Mary; The fact is at Dean's age he had no control over little Dean. But John wasn't going to tell Sam this.

'Dean what are the other slang terms for when semen leaves you dick'

'cum, jizz' Dean looked John directly in the eye 'Dad please, you've taught Sam everything. I don't know what to say to make you both stop. I'll finish myself off in the bathroom. I'm begging you, and I don't beg. Please let me go!'

John looked at his eldest, his bright green eyes…'we've come this far Dean. Sam quicken the pace – as fast as you can go son'

' .no…Sammy…Stop…Sam…Slow…no…stop…please'

John was going to watch Sam's technic to see if he was doing it right but found he couldn't bring his eyes from Dean's face. He had heard Dean masturbating before and found it quite amusing. But now he got to witness his son trembling into an orgasm he so badly didn't want to produce. John palmed his own hard member through his Jeans. There was something exhilarant watching his oldest stripped naked against his will and him and his youngest fully clothed being responsible for the now shaky breaths and eyes rolling to the back of Deans head. John could see Dean would soon collapse on the floor. John moved round so he was behind Dean. Put his arms round his son's chest and held him in place. he was sweating and quivering, so on edge. 'watch Sam, Dean. Watch him work your length through his hands' Dean shook his head no. John pushed his head down so he had no choice. John whispered in Dean's ear 'are you close?' with tears falling down his face Dean nodded his answer. 'nice and slow now Sam, take your other hand and play with his balls again. That's it' Sam was so concentrated on Deans lower half he wasn't watching his father or Deans face. 'should we help him along Dean. With that John let go of Deans head, made sure Dean was leaning against him and with both hands began to twist, flick and rub his son's nipples. Dean flung his head back 'Always knew you were a nipple whore' and with that an almighty tremor took over Deans body.

'whoa' Sam breathed as white streams came shooting out of his brother's dick and over his stomach. It wasn't until then Sam looked at his brothers face and saw the tear tracks down Deans face and the realisation hit Sam, he had just taken part in not only the humiliation of Dean but his abuse.

John let Dean go and he dropped to the floor in a heap.

Sam crawled to Dean and grabbed his face in his hands. How could he have done this. 'Dean, I don't know what to say. I'm so sorry. Please tell me what to do to help you.'

Dean looked up into his brothers sad eyes. He wanted to tell Sam where to shove his apology but instead he responded 'get me my clothes will you'

'Yeah, sorry, defiantly, one second'

Sam returned with Dean's clothes and Dean put his boxer briefs on fast when he heard John behind him.

'what do you think you are doing Dean?'

'I played your stupid game, I getting changed and having a shower to rinse of…' what exactly the abuse…rape…memories of what had just happened. Dean didn't even know. The worst thing was he wasn't blaming Sam or his Dad for what had just happened. This was his fault. If he was a better brother and had talked to Sam when he first came to him none of this would have happened.

'You played part one…now time for part two'

'what are you talking about Dad?' Sam questioned

'the sex part of course' John smiled 'come on Dean, boxers off. Hmmmm I'm thinking face down on the kitchen table for now but we will work through it. Trial and error'

'you have got to be kidding. Over my dead body no way in hell' Dean stood up and shoved his jeans on and fastened his belt as a confirmation that this wasn't happening.

'thought you would say that' with swift kick to the back of the knees Dean was on the floor again. 'I didn't want to do this Dean'

'no! Dad! Stop!'

'Dad leave him alone'

John grabbed Deans head smashed it into the coffee table.

That's when Dean's world turned to black with his brothers shouts playing in his ear.