Chapter 4/4
Pairing(s): Sam/Dean established relationship
Rating: R
Warnings: Explicit wincest, (my first!) bottom/Dean, swearing, chicken ganking!
Summary: Just another small town with a zombie problem...until it turns into much more than that! Voodoo magic is in the air and it's calling to the darkness within Sam as well as reanimating the dead.
Set sometime in season 2.
Chapter Warning: Explicit boysex...don't like...don't read!
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Dean took in great gulps of air, aware of nothing for seconds but the burning ache in his lungs and the panicked relief of breathing again.
His eyes were watering as he pushed himself to kneeling in time to see his brother thrown across the rough ground like a rag doll. There were hands on his elbow then, helping him up and he turned to see Chanté's worried face before his eyes were drawn back to his sibling.
"Sam no!"
Dean saw the approaching zombies seconds before he realised what Sam was about to do. As his shout rang out, the air was torn open by the crash of thunder that reverberated through the ground and made the older hunter flinch.
As the sound rolled on for seconds, ebbing and flowing in strength like a live thing, a searing bolt of lightning lit up the sky and charged the air.
Driven by instincts ingrained and honed by a lifetime of hunting and surviving, Dean took in everything that was happening around him and reacted without any real conscious thought. He saw Sam drop to his knees, head flung back as though in pain, at the same time the horde of zombies seemed to stop their advance suddenly disjointed, some falling while others just seemed to slow their movements as Sam's power worked against them.
The Bokor yelled out in fury and turned towards Sam raising his arms high, and in one movement Dean dropped, grasped his shotgun and fired. A red stain blossomed out from the centre of the man's chest, and the Bokor looked down at it frowning, before he sank wordlessly to the ground.
Chanté screamed and Dean felt sorry for her, he really did, but it hadn't even been a choice. He was vaguely aware of the townspeople gathering at the open doors of the church as they slowly milled around the fallen man. He saw Chanté run stumbling up the steps, grief spilling from her mouth in guttural waves.
Sam was up and staggering away, further out and across the open field that bordered the road like he had lost all sense of direction. The zombies still lurched forward, obviously affected by the storm and whatever Sam had done but still moving as a threat. As gunshots began to sound out behind Dean, he took stock and saw the townspeople were rising to the task of defending themselves and he looked up at the blackened sky praying the rain would start and this would be over for real.
Lightning and thunder exploded across the heavens, the sharp taint of ozone heavy in the air as the storm began to rage, dry and violent.
In the midst of the chaos Dean stood still, buffeted by the wind but otherwise unmoving for seconds as he registered the fact that Sam had now disappeared.
Like a flash of fast forward, he was suddenly conscious of throwing himself in the Impala and driving, only one thought looping in his head.
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He ran.
His legs pumped hard and the muscles in his arms strained to push him even faster across the uneven ground as he frantically sought to get away.
His heart pumped wildly in panic and exertion and the ache spread through his screaming lungs to join and meld with the pounding in his head.
He was a monster.
Cresting a rise and only increasing his pace on the downhill, Sam's legs faltered mid stride as electric energy pulsed down out of the sky seconds before another clap of thunder made everything sway and blur across his vision.
There was no sense of up or down as he hit the ground on one shoulder and gravity and momentum flung his body down the incline, rolling over and over until he came to a rest on his back. The clouds swam above him and the storm raged around him, taunting and angering the dark emotion within him.
With no understanding or sympathy for his physical wellbeing, Sam pushed up off the ground and staggered on walking.
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Dean followed the road, looking out across the expanse of open land where he had last seen his brother. He tried to calculate how far Sam could have travelled and where he might be headed but he came up blank on both counts.
As he glanced desperately between the paddocks and scattered trees and back to the road, a movement in the middle distance caught his eye.
"Thank God."
Without hesitation Dean turned the wheel and drove off the road, slowing down marginally so he could manoeuvre the heavy vehicle a little easier on the softer surface. He angled the car so he stopped about twenty yards in front of his younger brother and had climbed out before Sam had even registered his presence.
"Sammy?"
Sam looked up and blinked at him as he stopped. Seconds passed before Sam's eyes widened and he shook his head.
"No. No, Dean you can't be here. Need to get away, 'til it's over."
Dean walked forward slowly as though this was some cornered animal not his brother, his lover.
"Don't push me away Sam. You know you don't have to do this alone, I won't let you."
Sam groaned and pushed a hand against his forehead as thunder and lightning filled the air around them and Dean took the opportunity to close the distance between them and grasp Sam's shoulders.
"M'here Sam. Not going anywhere."
"Don't... God, don't touch me. Please."
Sam tried to step back, hands pushing and forcing Dean's hands away but the older hunter fought just as hard to hold on.
"Sammy, s'okay."
"Dean I can't...I can't control this... this thing in me." Sam could feel a need rising inside him with his brother's proximity and it was scaring him, terrifying him.
When the thunder roared this time it was all gnashing teeth and seething power and it seemed to coil around the burst of electricity that lit the sky up like daylight.
"Oh God…" Sam was almost writhing with the agony that felt like his skin was being split open as his thoughts collided in chaos.
"Sam I've got you."
"Dean…"
A part of it was the sound of his brother's strangled cry that spurred him into frantic action.
Although the sounds of their pain were an almost expected and certainly accepted part of what they did, Dean could never quite steady the tremor in his body or the quickening beat of his heart when it was Sam's voice.
The biggest trigger however, that made him react that much harder, that much faster, came down to one simple word and the meaning behind it...
Dean.
He knew the kid that damn well, the looks and sighs, a roll of hazel eyes or the flash of a dimple, just the way Sam held his body spoke volumes to Dean, often more than any words could convey. But when Sam said his name like that, full of panic and desperation... the soldier, brother, lover, inside him took over.
Lock, stock and smoking barrel.
"M'here Sammy. M'yours."
Dean manhandled his brother around and pushed him back against the Impala as Sam's head tilted back, neck straining and jaw in a tight line of obvious pain.
As Sam's hands once more began to push at his body, Dean leant in pressing against his brother from shoulder to hip as his hand reached behind and forced Sam's head down.
"Whatever you need Sam." Dean whispered the words as he looked with conviction into his brother's too dark eyes.
"Don't say that... you don't know..." Sam couldn't begin to explain the tumultuous feelings of power and destruction that were warring inside him as the storm threatened to strip it all away. He wanted it gone but the darkness within him knew it would be rendered powerless.
"I know you need me Sam and I'm saying its okay."
Sam groaned as his head dropped briefly onto Dean's shoulders and he felt the heat between them and knew he was lost and saved at the same time.
Any grip he had on his control finally slid through his fingers with the next simultaneous crash and burst of thunder and lightning as his resolve parted ways with his burning need for release.
Something snapped inside Sam as he grabbed his brother and swung him round against the car, hard, so their places were reversed. His muscled thigh pushed between the older boy's legs as he pinned Dean's arms to the sides and attacked his brother's mouth.
Dean gave a startled gasp and an involuntary moan as he was slammed back against the side of the car and Sam pushed painfully hard up between his legs. Both sounds were swallowed down as his mouth was plundered and Dean could feel his cock already hardening with the sheer power and adrenaline he could feel through Sam's muscled body.
"God." Dean drew in a gasping breath as Sam's mouth moved almost violently down his jaw and neck, biting and mouthing with hungry panting breaths and sharp teeth.
There was only one thing Dean knew for certain in that brief second of clarity and that was he was not the one in control here. The thought had his heart pounding with trepidation and excitement.
Sam was shaking both inside and out with the raw desire to feel Dean's skin all over him. As soon as he tasted his brother's skin... sweat and sweet and copper... his hands acted on their own to give him more... right the fuck now.
Pulling and ripping at the material that prevented him from touching and tasting, Sam was vaguely aware that Dean was helping him, moving his body to rid clothes and let Sam have what he needed.
I'm gonna hurt him.
The thought struggled up into Sam's consciousness even as he clawed his brother's jeans and boxers down his thighs, blunt nails raking skin and drawing blood in ragged trails.
The thought excited him and he gripped handfuls of flesh and groped and scraped his fingers in deep grooves as Dean began to struggle against his hold a little.
Mine.
Sam couldn't speak. He couldn't have formed a coherent word let alone string a sentence together but he reacted physically to the emotions flowing through him. Pushing down again against his brother's mouth to hold him in place, Sam undid his jeans and pushed them down his own legs just as roughly until his cock sprung free and he could feel the heat of his balls against his thighs.
Slamming his cock against his brother's hardness, Sam arched his torso away long enough to rip his shirts up and over his head before he body slammed Dean back against the car and bit at his mouth. The sound of their teeth clashing mixed with the taste of blood in his mouth and he growled as his fingers sought his brother's ass and pulled him impossibly closer.
Sam's tongue fucked brutally into his brother's mouth to sate the relentless urge to swallow every breath and sound that slipped out of Dean's now bruised and bloodied lips.
Nostrils flaring as he denied both of them the chance to breathe through their mouths, Sam's frantic lust was momentarily interrupted by his own harsh cry as the storm began to pulse even more violently around them. He was oblivious to the biting wind and frigid air but the electric charge of the lightning seemed to crackle against his skin trying to forcefully twist its way through.
Dean.
Sam felt hands on his face as the pain ebbed and the need flowed back, pulsing and aching unmercifully throughout his body. He wavered on the edge of just giving in to the urge of mindless destruction, seeing in mind's eye how much damage he was capable of and it was tantalising, beckoning.
Kill them all.
Sam yelled out again with the agonising effort to focus and choose to take what his brother was offering him instead. Somehow he managed.
Dean struggled for breath, gasping in lungfuls of freezing air as soon as Sam pulled away. His body hurt and shivered from the cold and the heat as he let his brother use his body to ride out the effects of the magic.
"M'here Sammy." Dean hardly recognised the sound of his own ragged voice.
Sam had screamed again and Dean heard glass shattering as he moved to hold his brother steady, bring him back from the brink. There had been a second where his brother's dark glazed eyes had focused and understood and then it was gone with a groan and the snap of hips that had the older boy grunting in pain.
Dean could feel Sam tense even more against him and then he was being dragged along the side of the car and slammed back, upper body connecting with the hood of the Impala making his teeth rattle. A tendril of fear swept through him at his brother's increasing loss of control but he pushed it away and just gave over to his own desire and the implicit trust he had in Sam.
Sam pried his knees apart only to be thwarted by the jeans still tangled around his legs and the younger Winchester ripped the denim down his left leg with such force it pushed Dean's boot off as well. As Sam gripped behind his knees and pushed his legs up and apart, Dean felt the first drop of rain on his chest.
Dean had never felt so vulnerable and he clenched his fists against his brother's chest and felt the heartbeat pounding underneath. Sam had never seemed so lost.
Arching up and grappling Sam's shoulders for purchase, Dean lifted his torso up and pulled his brother against him, encouraging him.
"C'mon Sammy. C'mon."
More steady raindrops on his face and Dean could smell it in the air now, mixed with the ozone and power and arousal that was thick between them.
Sam was panting, small whimpers and noises bleeding from his mouth and Dean knew the rain was hurting him, pushing him to the edge of whatever deep, dark crevice he was swaying over.
Trying to relax as Sam's cock suddenly pushed hard against his entrance, Dean grit his teeth and strangled the groan as his brother breached him. Sam fucked into him hard all the way and then some and Dean's head dropped back on his neck as his hands dropped to the sleek metal beneath him from the force.
Bracing himself for another brutal thrust, Dean felt Sam's face suddenly pressed against his shoulder, teeth bared down into his skin as his brother stopped pushing, shaking and trembling fiercely with the effort. He smoothed his hands over hard muscled arms and chest and the front of Sam's thighs as the heavens opened and Sam cried out as his hips finally pistoned forward.
"Yeah, s'good Sammy. S'okay. S'okay."
The noise was all around them, deafening, and the rain felt hard and stinging.
Blue edged flashes and growling thunderclaps and Sam's knee slid up onto the bonnet spreading him further, almost breaking him in half as dull pain shot through his spine. Dean was dragged back against his brother's shaft and he revelled in the way Sam trusted him with this, gave him everything and let Dean see him like this.
Let Dean save him.
Dean felt his own hardness trapped between them in the cold of the storm and the heat of Sam's fevered body and he pushed up with what little traction he could find. There was no finesse, just skin on skin, grinding and pushing, flesh to flesh and all need and want and lust.
Sam was trying to outrun the storm, find his freedom and release deep inside his brother and Dean's pleasure spiked with a sharp jolt as his brother all but crawled over the top of him, desperate to get closer, further, faster.
"Fuck... fuck Sam."
When Sam's teeth bit into his shoulder again, a low growl vibrating out against his slickened skin and his cock wedged tight between their muscled stomachs, Dean saw stars. Grinding, arching up against Sam, his hands tangled in his brother's hair and pulled Sam down against him as he pulsed his release, scorching bursts that were mixed with the rain and sweat and smeared across their bodies.
He was breathing and drowning, eyes shut tight now as the sheets of iced water lashed across them and his orgasm still echoed as Sam pumped inside him hard and fast.
Sam's hands clutched at him and Dean squinted through the water to see Sam's back arch impossibly like it was about to snap and break and then he felt Sam's cum burst inside him, burning the cold away and filling him up and Sam was screaming again. His brother's voice all raw and desperate agony that followed the thunder and echoed around it.
It was almost like Sam's muscles had frozen, seized up in orgasm and left him strung and shaking and then faster than Dean could move his battered body, Sam was falling and slipping out of him and down.
The loss of contact was shocking after being taken and owned and fucking loved so hard and Dean groaned for his body to just move where he wanted. Pushing himself up and sliding off the bonnet, Dean almost landed on Sam's prone form when his legs protested his own weight and his cold aching muscles cramped.
"Sammy."
Dean let himself fall to his knees because the only other way to get close enough to his brother would have been to collapse next to him.
"Sam."
His fingers were too numb to feel a pulse and his palm slid over Sam's face and felt the trickle of warm air that meant he didn't have to panic.
Not yet at least.
Realising with an almost detached clarity, Dean understood he was shaking uncontrollably and knew he had to get them warm and dry. Trying not to dwell on the seemingly impossible task he kicked off his remaining boot and stripped his jeans completely off doing the same with Sam's shoes and jeans and then throwing them down to the rear of the car.
It took every ounce of willpower to take a step away from Sam's still body, his eyes drawn to the bloodied marks and bruises being caressed by the softening rain.
His brain suddenly kick started and he moved towards the trunk, snagging the rest of their sodden clothes as he went and fumbling for his keys in a mile of frozen wet denim. The soaked clothes were dumped in the trunk and he quickly rummaged for dry clothes and blankets before weaving back and tossing everything in the backseat.
Placing his hand underneath Sam's shoulders and lifting, he startled a little when his brother's arms flailed weakly in the air.
"Sam? Hey c'mon, you with me?"
The replying groan wasn't exactly coherent but it signalled that his brother was partially conscious so Dean manhandled him to sitting, Sam's head dropping back against him.
"Need to get you in the car Sammy, okay."
Dean didn't wait for an answer and he didn't get one but he was relieved when Sam seemed to be trying to work with him as he finally got them both standing and half dragged his brother to the car and fumbled him inside the backseat.
The sound of them breathing was loud and ragged as Dean grabbed blankets and began piling them on top of his brother, all the while speaking softly.
Once Sam was wrapped up as best he could, Dean quickly rubbed himself down and unwrapped the sodden bandage on his arm, relieved to see the bite mark wasn't worse for wear. He slid on a worn pair of jeans and a thick long sleeved Henley as he tried to ignore the bruised pain that threaded through his body.
Half kneeling on the seat, Dean began to rub the blankets against Sam's upper body and arms, hoping to dry him quicker and get the circulation moving. After several minutes, he peeled the higher blankets down and wrestled Sam into a thick hoodie.
Unable to hold back any longer, Dean's hands ran softly against his brother's cold face before he leant in and kissed him gently on the forehead.
"Sam?"
The younger man's eyes were open, blinking slowly as though he was sleep dazed and Dean was becoming increasingly worried about both the effects of the magic and the cold on his brother.
He turned his brother's face carefully towards him, tilting his chin so Sam was looking at him.
"Hey, Sam. I need to hear you're okay, can you talk to me kiddo?"
It took a few seconds for Sam to nod, his eyes widening slightly as he inhaled sharply before turning away from Dean's gaze.
"I'm...I'm sorry." Sam's teeth chattered around the mumbled words.
"You did nothing wrong Sam. We're both okay and I think... did it work? Do you feel okay?"
"Yeah... m'okay."
Sam's voice was flat and barely audible but Dean wasn't going to push him, not right now at least.
"Here, I know you hate commando but I figure you'd prefer pants to this." Dean gestured at the blankets before passing Sam's jeans over. "Lemme help you."
Dean began unwrapping his brother's legs, frowning when his fingers found Sam's still freezing skin and he rubbed along his brother's thigh trying to warm it.
"Don't."
Sam's hand grabbed his wrist and for a second held firm before the younger Winchester released him and moved away on the seat.
"I didn't mean... I... m'sorry. Don't want to hurt you again."
"Listen to me Sam." Dean sighed and tried to breathe out his frustration because he knew damn well what Sam was thinking. "You didn't hurt me, you never have, so I don't wanna hear your apologies or lame ass excuses because I won't stop touching you Sam. And you sure as hell better not stop touching me okay."
"I did this." Sam's shaking hand reached towards Dean's face, pausing before he softly touched his index finger to Dean's lips and trailed it down his brother's neck across broken skin and purpling bruises.
Dean captured Sam's hand and pressed it against his mouth, kissing across his brother's knuckles.
"Yeah Sammy and it felt good. I've always been yours baby, it's just now everyone can see it. Nothing wrong with that."
Sam's haunted stare met his own and Dean saw far too much pain in his brother's hazel eyes. Dean's heart lurched in his chest when a single tear slipped down Sam's face because his brother wasn't supposed to look like this, like he was broken.
"I raped you."
Sam shook as he took a shuddering breath and Dean knew it wasn't from the cold this time as a strangled sob echoed in the closed space. Dean didn't know how else to assure his brother because words alone weren't getting through so he just wrapped his arms around the distressed boy and held on tightly.
"No Sammy, you didn't." Dean's face pressed against Sam wet hair. "You can't take something that's always been yours to keep for as long as you want. You let me save you Sammy, you trusted me to look after you and I always will."
When Sam arms clenched tight around him, Dean only held on more.
"I've got you Sammy."
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Dean wasn't sure when he would ever get used to having his heart outside his body but right now he was thinking probably never.
He glanced at his brother's face, drawn and closed again as Sam tried to deal with everything that had happened as he leaned in against Dean's shoulder. Dean was willing to give him some relative space to get his head around things but he wasn't about to give any distance as far as their physical proximity was concerned.
Slowing the Impala he finally pulled up outside the old church and killed the engine as he looked around in the near darkness. The rain and fierce wind had finally ceased as they drove and the storm clouds were breaking up and scattering across the heavens, their fury now spent.
"Well it seems peaceful enough." He smoothed his hand along Sam's arm before he opened the driver's door and got out, wincing a little before reaching back for the shotgun wedged beneath the seat. "I won't be long, just gonna look around."
Sam replied by way of opening his door before he turned back to his brother. "I'm coming with you."
Dean was partly relieved that Sam seemed to be right back here with him but he hoped it wasn't going to backfire when they found Chanté. He wasn't even sure if Sam was aware that her father was dead.
He gave his brother a grin as he walked around the car to join him and then placed a hand on Sam's shoulder, taking in his tired face that was apparent even in the dimming light.
"You sure?"
Sam gave him half a smile that didn't even come close to convincing but Dean took it for what it was and was grateful. Sam looked down before leaning in and kissing Dean's mouth soft and lingering.
"What was that for?"
Sam grinned and this time Dean saw the small spark ignite in his brother's eyes.
"For being you."
"Okay, I'm good with that."
He nudged Sam's side playfully as they walked towards the old church building, slowing their steps when people spilled out onto the landing at the top of the stairs.
Dean's hand reflexively tightened on his weapon until he heard Chanté's voice.
"It is safe. The storm is over and da magic has been washed away."
As the brother's neared the base of the stairs, Dean breathed deeply. "I'm sorry about your father Chanté, I had no choice."
She nodded, meeting his eyes for a long minute before turning to Sam. "I judged you and would not meet your eye but you still fought wid us. It is hard to see da things we do not look for, especially when our sight is limited by our beliefs. You are a good man Sam and I am grateful to both of you."
Dean watched as Sam lifted his head. "What you saw in me... it is a part of me but it isn't who I am. I'm glad we could help you but it was your magic that saved everyone, saved us."
"Without you I would not have been able to call Agau and end da spell."
Now that he knew the danger was over, Dean was restless to get going and get gone, take Sam as far away from here as possible. "Well as nice as it's been, we're gonna hit the road. Take care of yourself Chanté."
"God speed and safe journey to you both." Dean met the girl's eyes once more before he turned and walked back to the Impala, Sam by his side.
"You think she'll stick to good voodoo or end up like her father?" Sam asked thoughtfully.
"Good voodoo, bad voodoo, I mean c'mon Sam... it's voodoo. The whole lot of it gives me the... what the fuck?"
"Dean what's wrong?"
"Sam..."
"What? Dean please, what is it?" Sam grabbed his brother by the elbows as the older boy almost swayed.
"Sam... the car... it's... it's..." Dean was almost hyperventilating.
As the last edge of sunlight now pushed its way through the scattered clouds before it disappeared, the Impala was bathed in the red glow.
Sam frowned and turned around as he released his grip on Dean's arms and inhaled sharply. The younger hunter's wide eyes travelled from the broken headlight to the distinctive ass shaped dent in the bonnet.
"Oh... oh shit Dean... I'm... I'm ...I'll fix it I swear."
"Yeah, yeah I know Sam, s'okay. Just took me by surprise is all." His voice softened. "I kinda had more important things on my mind when it happened and guess I didn't notice."
"I'm sorry Dean, I know you were looking after me." Sam broke into a shy grin. "Guess it's like an occupational hazard."
"You know I love you Sam, I do, more than... anything. But so help me if this happens again you're riding in the trunk indefinitely."
Sam's grin faltered until Dean took his hand, thumb skimming across his pulse point and then all he could do was hold on tight.
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The End.
a/n: This fic was written for spn_reversebang...hope you enjoyed it. Thanx for reading!