(Sorry baby, I was dying for a Samantha day.)

Dean decided to mix it up for this birthday of Sam's, it was his last one until he was legal and the kink factor in Dean's mind was on overdrive.

He kept glancing over at Sam, the boy had his head resting against the window with a wistful look on his face, "My Sammy..so pretty and sweet…all the things I want to do to you…oh fuck I have a hard on already." Dean grabbed the crotch of his jeans and tugged to make room for the thickening dick mashing into his big balls.

Sam looked down at Dean's crotch, he chewed on his thumbnail and all Dean could see was a mini cock in his brother's mouth. "Knock it off Sam."

Sam pulled his thumb away, "What..knock what off?" Dean pushed the accelerator to get to the surprise a little faster, a shiver went through his body, "Never mind."

Sam pushed his thumb in his mouth and sucked it slowly, working it in and out between his rosy lips, "You mean this…Dean look…this?"

Dean rolled his eyes over then back to the road, "Fuck you Sam, cock tease bitch."

That just prompted Sam to do things that would drive his brother mad, finally Sam opened his belt, unbuttoned his fly and gave Dean just a peek of the reddish brown, trimmed public hair and continued to watch out the window with a little smile on his face.

Dean glanced down and sighed, "You think you can make me pull over Sam is that it? Not this guy, today I'm strong."

…..

It seemed like they drove forever and Sam was confused when they took a turn up a mountain road and climbed up through the dense forest, they pulled in front of a cabin in the middle of nowhere by a lake. "This is it Sammy, ours for the week. Then we have to get back to reality though."

Sam got out and looked around, "Dean where are we? Its beautiful here."

Dean wrapped his arms gently around Sam's waist, nothing overtly sexual just love, "It's the best bug out cabin Bobby has, he comes here when he wants a real vacation and not just to hide out from someone or something. I got it stocked to the gills, we even have water and electricity thanks to a big ass generator."

Sam turned around and hugged the shorter man engulfing him in his young, strong arms. "Dean I'm just…I can't believe you thought of all this for me."

Dean grabbed Sam's hand and pulled him down to the lake, there was a spot under the trees that was perfect. Dean sat down, "I have to ask you something." Sam sat down and suddenly felt nervous, "What is it Dean?"

"Baby you start your senior year this fall and I've been thinking, what if after you graduate we get our own place together. You know just even a fixer upper, I'm a handy guy, we could hunt, come back to our home base and fuck…I see us doing a lot of fucking Sam and we wouldn't have to be quiet anymore. I could make you scream like a banshee,…so hot," Dean grabbed Sam by the hair, "I would hang you from the rafters and paddle you..would you like that?"

Sam pushed his brother down, climbed on top of him and kissed Dean's full lips so gently that Dean felt like the princess for once and he had to admit to himself that he was enjoying it.

Sam moved to his ear and sucked the soft lobe, "Dean…I want to make love to you."

Dean shoved Sam off and he felled back hard, "Dean what the hell, break my other wrist why don't you?"

Dean had hurt all over his face, "What made you think you could do that. I planned all this for you Sam, to make love to you and then …what you want to fuck me instead?" Dean got up and headed for the cabin, Sam rushed to catch up, "Dean I just wanted to ask, baby slow down and lets talk."

He forced his brother to stop and listen, " Someday Dean I want to, I just…I don't know why I even brought it up. I'm yours ok? I'm not here to force anything on you."

Dean pushed him aside and kept walking, "Well maybe we better not do anything since I could break your other wrist."

Sam road blocked him and grabbed his arms, "You know I didn't mean that, I'm sorry." Dean pulled an arm away and wiped his eyes, "You know I didn't mean to do that Sam…the rest of my life I have to worry about you bringing it up?"

Dean tried to leave, Sam went to hug him and got a punch for his troubles. Dean unlocked the cabin door and went inside, he followed. When Sam walked in there was a "Happy Birthday" banner and the place was spotless, a stereo was there ready to play and Dean's guitar was leaning against the wall.

Dean opened a cold beer and ignored him. Sam went for it, he had to diffuse the situation before the week was ruined. Sam had offended Dean in the worse way possible, his brother's masculinity was under question if he had accepted Sam's offer. Dean spent his life running away from his childhood abuses, he embraced the kinks it left in him but one thing Dean Winchester said he would never be was a bottom bitch.

He was a bitch under his father's fist, the bow and scrape was natural for Dean living with John Winchester, sex toy, punching bag Dean. Once he got away Dean vowed to never let anyone treat him like a replacement woman.

Sam dropped to his knees and begged forgiveness, "Please Dean I was wrong, I would never hurt you like that. I'm your bottom, I give myself to you…you want to have me now?"

Dean watched his little brother strip quickly and get down on his knees, Sam held up his hand with the promise ring, "Its my promise to you, I'll never take this off . It means you own me forever and I'll happily do whatever you want. You're the man, I'm nothing…just a girl…a bitch so take me."

Dean finished the beer and set the bottle down, he grabbed Sam's wrist and rubbed the gem with his thumb, "I might take this off you someday."

Sam tried to read his face, "What…why?" Dean smiled down at him, "Maybe someday we get married and you sport a big diamond." Sam's body collapsed against him and he hugged his knees, "I thought you were breaking up with me."

Dean closed his eyes and stroked Sam's hair like a pretty cat, "Maybe someday I could…" Dean hesitated and then blurted it out, "I could let you have me but not now, I just can't. Sammy I thought about it but let it go for now."

Sam looked up at him with relief, "Of course, you let me know when you're ready and I wont ever push it, the fact your even open to that makes me happy."

"Sam while you're down there crawl on your hands and knees to the bed and wait for me."

Sam hesitated, "Do what now?"

Dean took his boot and pushed him over, "I said…get on your hands and knees and crawl to the bed, do it slowly I want to watch your balls swing." Sam was already getting hard, "Yes…daddy?"

Dean licked his lips, "Yeah daddy will do…I like that..I like it a lot in fact now get moving cause those balls aren't going to swing themselves." Dean held up his hand, "Wait there." He ran out to the car and came in with his gear bag and pulled out a collar with a lock.

"Put it on Sam." Sam got on his knees and took it, he looked up at Dean with big hazel puppy eyes, "Daddy…why?" It was the collar from last years birthday.

Dean wiped the sweat from his brow and slapped his brother in the face, "Bitch did I stutter? Put on the fucking collar NOW."

Sam reeled back from the blow but he quickly steadied himself and locked the collar on then crawled over to the bed slowly. Dean came over and sat on the edge of the bed, he helped Sam up and touched him tenderly. "I just wanted to give you a taste of the payment you owe me Sammy but that's not for right now…we have a whole week my angel. I have a gear bag of delights for you." Dean pulled out a small key and unlocked the collar, he tossed it on top of the gear bag and kissed Sam softly.

"From now on your daddy's little boy, would you like that Sammy?" Dean sat back against the headboard and held out his arms, Sam was too big but he crawled on his brother's lap, "Oh god yes daddy I'm your little boy always."

Dean nuzzled his neck and nipped it, "Well not always, sometimes you can be my baby boy…or girl. Maybe someday you can be the Master but until then you are officially my little boy."

Sam planned to take mental notes during the week so he could be his brothers Master.

Dean played daddy molesting Sam in every way, he kept him on his lap and played with his cock and balls for awhile and Sam was enjoying playing along, he got into the role much to Dean's delight.

"Daddy it feels funny when you touch me like that." Sam rested his head on Dean's shoulder watching his brothers hand work one of his balls between his fingers and pressing lightly until it was slightly uncomfortable, Sam took in a breath and waited for him to stop.

"Daddy needs to take your temperature with his finger now," Sam felt a long finger force its way inside his ass, "Baby I'll need to do it with my dick in a little while and its going to hurt but I still love you remember that."

Sam closed his eyes and pretended, father was even dirtier than brother, "Daddy I'm scared…what if I bleed…will you take care of me?" Blood had been important to the brothers, talking about it, causing it and best of all being able to taste it off each other.

It was something reserved mostly for special occasions but on a hunt if one of them was bleeding and it wasn't serious and the situation was safe, the other took the time to clean the fresh coppery life elixir with a wet tongue.

"Oh baby boy if you bleed I'm going to lick it all up, how hard should daddy fuck you then if you want blood." Sam gasped as Dean worked his finger in and out slowly, "Hard…I want you so hard it hurts me…please hurt me."

"No sweet Sammy, he have a whole week for that. I don't want you broken before we even get started."

Dean pulled his finger out and went to fish around in the gear bag, He pulled out a wide, heavy duty plastic ruler, a white oxford shirt, white panties and socks and finally an obscenely short tartan school girls skirt with a matching headband.

Dean tossed the clothes to his brother, "Got shower, shave ever single hair off your body except your eyebrows and beautiful head of hair, lotion yourself up so every inch smells like sweet strawberries. Put on the pink lipstick and tie the oxford in a knot under your tits…I want that long, hard torso showing."

Sam was leaking like a faucet, "Daddy can I jerk off in the shower? I don't think I'll make it."

Dean looked at the state Sam's dick was in and smirked, "Sure baby but when you come out I'm the headmaster of a girls school," Dean slapped his palm with the ruler, "and I believe Samantha needs proper spanking for wearing that whore pink lipstick."

TBC