A/N: Just a warning, there's non-con in this chapter so I'd skip this one if that bothers you. The next chapter might take me a while as I'm becoming extremely busy again but I'll try to get it up as soon as possible. Thanks for all your lovely reviews. They really do make my day. :)
Sam shot up in bed as thunder rattled the foundations of the immovable mansion, blinking his confusion into the dark bedroom he shared with his brother. Rain pattered against the windowpane in thick rivulets while a corresponding flash of light brightened the sleeping form of the demon laying beside him. Staring thoughtfully at Dean, Sam couldn't help but wonder how it was possible for him to sleep like the dead when they were in the middle of such an obnoxious storm.
From the memories Sam had of his brother, Dean had always been a rather light sleeper, the ability to be roused by nothing more than the drop of a pin a talent he had perfected with great ease. Perhaps this newfound aptitude he developed for sleeping through every noise imaginable came with being a demonic entity. Maybe it was from living nine years without a younger brother to care for. Whatever the reason, Sam very much disliked being the only one with the unfortunate gift of being able to rouse from his slumber at the slightest sound. The jealousy he had for Dean's blessing was what inevitably caused him to slap sleeping beauty upside the head, smiling victoriously when his buffoon of a brother sat up in bed with an audible gasp.
"'Bout time you got up…asshat."
Dean gave Sam an incredulous look, amazed beyond belief at the boy's impertinence. "Dude, did you seriously just slap me upside my head? What the hell, Sam? I'm trying to fucking sleep!"
"How can you sleep with this godawful storm blasting in the wind? I should have stuck something up your ass."
Dean smiled sleepily at his brother. "Sammy, if you wanted to stick something in my ass, all you had to do was ask."
"You're such a cunt."
"Oh, shut up."
"You shut up!"
Sam gasped as he suddenly found himself underneath Dean's body, moaning quietly when the older boy's tongue licked along the seam of his lips.
"Why don't you make me?" he whispered.
"Dean, I woke you up so that I wouldn't be alone. I didn't do it so that you could molest me."
Dean sat up and pulled Sam's boxers down his body, never once taking his eyes off his little brother's face. "But isn't molesting you what I'm good at? Besides, you woke me up. That means you've got to make it worth my while."
Not giving the child a chance to respond, Dean scooted down the bed until his head was in between the boy's spread legs, licking a long stripe up the sensitive skin surrounding the rim. He smirked up at his brother, the sound of his heavy panting evidence of his growing arousal.
"Dean," he whimpered. "Don't."
"Don't what? Do this?" Dean slid two fingers inside the boy's tight hole, curling them upwards. He knew he'd found the fleshy bundle of nerves he was looking for when he heard Sam's choked cry.
"Dean!"
"Or this?" Using his other hand, Dean began massaging Sam's cock. Wrapping his mouth around the head, he gave a gentle suck, smiling as he watched the boy's eyes roll back in his head.
"Dean," Sam moaned pitifully. "Stop. It…it's too much. You're gonna make me come."
Ceasing his ministrations, Dean locked eyes with Sam as he sat up in bed, using both hands to force the child's legs open even more. Blanketed himself over his brother's body, Dean grabbed his dick and slowly slid inside, groaning loudly when Sam's body began to shake. Unable to sink all the way in, he leaned down to whisper soothingly into Sam's ear, trying his hardest to get the boy to relax.
"Come on, Sammy. Don't be so shy. Open up for me, baby boy."
Pulling out until only the tip remained, he tried sinking in once more, groaning when he was finally buried balls deep in tight heat. Propping himself up on both hands, he rammed himself in the boy's ass with a nasty groan, waiting a moment before doing it again. He kept up the same pace for as long as he could, wanting the blissful look on Sam's face to last. Every thrust inside was followed by loud cries of pleasure, the friction created from Dean's movements forcing dirty sounds from the throats of both brothers.
"Shit," Sam whispered lustily.
"Hmm, that's my dirty little whore. Just lie there and take it like the slut you are. Feels so good, doesn't it? Having my dick slide in and out of you? You like it when my fat cock massages the inside of that tight little ass, don't you? Tell me what you're feeling, Samuel. Talk to me."
Sam groaned in response, wrapping both legs around his brother's waist. Dean's exhales broke off as Sam used his heels to push him further inside, tightening his walls around the demon's length.
"More," Sam moaned.
Dean gazed deeply into his brother's hazel eyes, the lust he saw within the murky depths reminding him of the boy's need for release. The feeling of being enveloped in tight heat forced Dean to obey Sam's request, his hips speeding up involuntarily as the pleasure intensified.
An eerie sensation seeped into Dean's skin before he could finish Sam off, the feeling causing him to glance up toward the cracked door of his bedroom. Emerald clashed with blue as Dean locked eyes with Aimee, a growl forming in his throat at the sight of the detestable creature staring back at him. The urge to kill that always came with seeing her face simmered down as he suddenly became overwhelmed by a different kind of need. He wanted her to know exactly who Sam belonged to, to claim the boy right here in front of her where she would be unable to do anything but watch.
Never taking his eyes off the voyeur across the room, Dean pulled out of Sam and ordered the boy on his hands and knees. The child was quick to obey, positioning himself the way Dean wanted without having to be told twice. Slipping back inside his brother's body, Dean grabbed Sam's hips and began pumping in and out at an erratic pace, the force of his thrusts tearing a cry of pleasure from the parted lips of his beloved angel.
""Dean," Sam sobbed. "Make me come. Please make me come."
"I don't know if I should Sammy," Dean replied, grunting as Sam's muscles contracted around his swollen dick. "You've been such a naughty boy lately. Maybe I should stop fucking you altogether. Maybe you don't want this anymore?"
"No!" Sam exclaimed. "I want it! I need it! Don't you ever fucking stop!"
"You sure you still want me?" Dean asked, bitterness and hatred dripping from every word he spoke. "Cause you can always go be with your precious little Aimee, if that's what you want."
"All I want is you Dean," Sam whispered. "I don't want her. She's not you, De. She'll never be you. Please…please take me. Take everything. Come in my mouth, come in my ass. Fuck me into the mattress every single night if that's what you want but please…please make me come."
Dean grinned wickedly at the scowl present on Aimee's pretty face, Sam's helpless begging something the girl didn't seem to like very much. Reaching around to grasp Sam's cock, he began stroking it in time with his thrusts, each movement causing the headboard to bang heavily against the wall. The sounds of their lovemaking were nothing short of pornographic, each slap of skin against skin permeating the air with its sinful nature.
"You're such a slut for my cock," Dean taunted, eyes falling shut when he felt Sam shake underneath him. "Don't worry, baby. I'm gonna make you come. I'm gonna make you come so fucking hard. I know you want it, Sammy. Just can't help yourself. Fucking love it when I pleasure that tight little asshole, don't you? Come for me, baby boy. I want to hear you scream my name. C'mon angel, show big brother how much you like it."
Sam let out a cry of surprise as he climaxed, the force of his orgasm making him push back hard against Dean's cock. His brother followed a second later, staring into Aimee's eyes as he came inside his brother's ass. Dean smirked as she stormed off in anger, the sound of her heels clapping against the hardwood floors fading as she disappeared down the narrow hallway.
Throwing Sam's limp body on the bed, Dean fell on top of him with a contented sigh. "Whew. That was athletic."
Sam laughed at his brother, wincing slightly at the soreness he felt between his shaky legs. "I'm trembling. De…you fucked me so good, I'm trembling."
Dean's smile faded as he looked down at his blushing boy, love flowing through every crevice of his damned soul. "I love you Sammy," he whispered.
Sam brought both hands to his brother's face in response, pulling his head down so he could place a chaste kiss to the older boy's soft lips. "I love you too, De. I'll always love you."
"Would you do anything for me?" Dean asked, his face unreadable.
"Of course I would."
"So we can get rid of Aimee then."
Sam's brows furrowed in confusion at Dean's words, unsure of what was being asked of him. "I'm…afraid I don't understand. What do you mean, 'get rid of her'?"
"Don't play dumb with me, Sammy."
"You mean kill her?" Sam asked incredulously.
"She's in the way, Sam. You need to trust me on this. She's a bad person. She's not what you think she is."
"Or perhaps you're not who I thought you were!" Sam yelled, pushing Dean off of him so he could rise to his feet. "I knew you weren't going to change. I fucking knew it! You're still the same evil, possessive, bloodthirsty bastard you've always been. You were like this even before Azazel sent you to hell. I should have noticed the signs. But you know, silly me, I let my love for you get in the way of the truth. Well not anymore, Dean. I see you for who you really are now and there is no way in hell that I'm staying in this house with you another minute!"
Dean's pained expression at Sam's tirade transformed into anger at the mention of him leaving. Jumping to his feet, he threw the surprised boy facedown on the bed and forced his legs open, shoving himself inside Sam's body before he could protest. The child's screams pierced the atmosphere as Dean began to thrust, the force of it tearing Sam's abused passage. Blood coated his dick as he violated the boy underneath him, the beating of his own heart drowning out the sound of Sam's protestations.
"Dean!" Sam screamed, sobbing so violently he could barely understand himself. "Dean, please stop! You're hurting me!"
"This is what you get Sammy," Dean gasped, eyes squeezing shut as he felt the stirrings of his imminent orgasm deep in his belly. "This is what you get when you choose some bitch over your own brother. You're not going anywhere, Sammy. Do you hear me? You're mine, god dammit! Mine!"
Something strange settled over Sam as he lied broken and bruised beneath the body of his demonic brother, a sensation that numbed the excruciating pain he could feel from the assault on his blood-drenched opening. He felt as if he was in a dream that he was slowly being awakened from, the sound of pleading overriding the moaning of the older boy in between his shaking legs. As time went on, it was getting harder and harder for Sam to ignore the call of the person begging him to open his eyes. When the urge to obey that voice became overwhelming, he relaxed his body as he found himself giving in to temptation, the scene in front of him fading into nothing.
"SAMMY!"
Sam awakened with a sharp gasp at the sound of his name, eyes darting around the room as he suddenly found himself in the arms of his frightened brother.
"Sammy? Oh, thank god. What the hell happened?!"
Sam just stared in shock at the boy holding him, confusion written all over his flushed face. His eyes closed involuntarily as Dean smoothed his bangs away from his forehead, placing a soft kiss there for good measure.
It was all a dream. Everything that just happened was all a dream.
"Answer me, Sammy. What's the matter with you? I've been trying to wake you up for a half hour!"
"When…when did I fall asleep?" Sam asked.
"Right after you told me you loved me. It was like you just collapsed. How did you fall asleep so quickly?"
Sam pulled out of Dean's embrace as he slowly stood to his feet, fear rising through him with every word his brother spoke. "I don't understand. So…so we did? You know…we…you fucked me."
Dean stared at Sam in bewilderment. "Well…I'd like to think we made love, but yeah."
"So then how the hell did I just pass out? You don't just fall asleep when you're wide awake!"
"I don't know Sammy, but you're starting to worry me. What is up with all of these dreams you keep having? I feel like you're keeping something from me and I don't know why."
Sam laughed maniacally at Dean, who looked at him as if he'd just declared himself a woman. "Oh, yeah. Let's swap stories that we're keeping from each other. We can start with you. Tell me Dean, why exactly are we in a strange town with demons? Why did Azazel take you to hell?"
"Sammy," Dean replied warily. "You can't know that. It'll ruin us. You'll never want to be with me again."
"And what would happen if I decided that I did want to leave, huh? What would you do? Rape me like you did in my dream?"
Sam's hand covered his mouth as soon as the words came out, the information he wasn't willing to share hanging heavily in the night air. Dean's shocked expression made him cringe in embarrassment, the need to crawl under the blankets becoming stronger with each second that ticked by.
"Is that what you really think of me?" Dean whispered, sadness pouring off of him in waves. "Do you really think I could do something like that to my baby boy?"
Sam dropped his head in defeat as every emotion he'd been keeping inside since the day Dean walked back into his life came out before he could protest their existence, admittance of his true feelings toward his brother inevitable now that he found himself in the proverbial moment of truth. "I honestly don't know what you're capable of anymore, Dean. You know; you've killed my father, the only father I ever had, just so you could get your claws into me. Then you threaten my friend and lie to me about it, telling me you killed her when you didn't. And if that's not bad enough, you're always threatening to tie me up or kill someone every time I tell you I want to leave. I mean, you threw me in a fucking dungeon! And let's talk about all the sex we've had. Am I the only one who's noticed that the consent you needed from me beforehand has been considered dubious at best? I have told you no almost every single fucking time and not once did you ever stop."
"Sammy," Dean retorted quietly. "I knew you wanted it. I just needed to get you in the mood. It can be so hard sometimes when you're being so stubborn. Just admit it. You enjoyed me, Sam. And I enjoyed you. God; did I enjoy you, baby boy. It took a moment but when I finally got you where I wanted you, I had you begging me to fuck you so don't you dare tell me I raped you. Don't make what we have seem dirty. It's not."
"Yes it is, Dean! We're brothers! We should never have ended up the way we are now. You've been molesting me since I was four fucking years old! Do you have any idea how disgusting that is?! I do enjoy you, Dean. I enjoy you so fucking much and that's what bothers me. I always considered myself a good boy. I WAS a good boy. I had no idea what an orgasm was before you. I didn't even remember what you did to me as a child because dad made sure to block it all out so that I only remembered the good side of you. That's the person you fucking killed, Dean! Believe it or not, he did give a damn about me. He took care of me the whole time you were in hell."
"It's about time he fucking did something," Dean replied hotly, standing up so he was looking down at Sam. "He didn't do a god damn thing when I was around. It was always up to ME to take care of my baby brother. I couldn't hang out with girls the way I wanted to, I couldn't have friends…I couldn't even take a piss without having you around 24/7! All I was good for was you. It's what I've heard my entire life and I got sick of it! Everything was 'Watch out for Sammy! Look after your little brother, boy!' It was like that from the time mom died up until the time I was dragged to hell by that demon in the other room. I was just a kid, Sammy! I didn't deserve to become a father at four. But that's exactly what he made happen. He made it so that my whole life was about you. It took its toll and I fell in love with you! So if you're going to blame someone regarding my feelings for you, then blame that deadbeat in the afterlife! It's his fault I love you the way that I do."
Sam's silence was like a knife to Dean's chest, the sharp end of the metaphorical blade slicing through his heart in the most violent way possible. Sam didn't love him. There was no way he could after all the mistakes he's made with him. His love for his brother had blinded him to the boy's feelings, feelings that until today he didn't know he had. Hearing Sam speak about how unsafe he felt around him troubled the demon greatly. He'd always assumed Sam knew that he was never in any danger, but he was so very wrong. Looking back at everything, he certainly hadn't made it seem as if there was nothing to fear. He'd taken him away from the only life he'd ever known, only to thrust him into another, more unstable environment. The boy went from being loved and pampered by a devoted father to a sullied, dirty little boy who spent all of his nights getting his cock played with by an overbearing and possessive brother. That was definitely not the kind of life that such an innocent little thing should be living. He should be out there playing with kids his own age, not being constantly molested by a fucking demon. Now the kid was miserable and it was all his fault.
"You know Dean," Sam said suddenly, his voice a welcome contrast to the deafening silence that had previously occupied the dark bedroom. "I understand how much of an imposition I must have been for you at such a young age. Don't think I don't get why you'd be upset at dad. He had no right to force you to grow up so quickly. But do you honestly think that was any reason to kill him? To take me away from my life the way you did? I'm sorry Dean, but right now you sound like a spoiled brat. I know your life was unfair, De. But guess what? Life isn't fair. I'd have thought that such a strong boy like you would have moved on and had gotten over whatever wrong our father had caused you by now. I may have been too young to see it then, but I really appreciate all you've done for me. But don't you think it's time you forgave him? You've got so much hate in you, De. I can't make it better if all you're going to do is kill people, or treat me as if I'm nothing more than a piece of property. I'm a human being, De. Not a sex object. Don't you think it's time you started treating me with the respect I deserve?"
Dean felt a sharp pain shoot through his body as he reluctantly contemplated whether or not he was going to let out the words he'd been dreading since this whole conversation started, the agonizing ache that accompanied the thought of losing Sam growing stronger with each minute he spent staring longingly at the most important thing in his life. It was this unconditional love that eventually made up his mind for him, the distasteful words pouring out of his mouth before he could stop them.
"Sammy…do you want to leave?"
