This is actually part two of my (very old) story "The bond between two brothers" which can be found on my profile here.
Can't post the Link here, because this doesn't work, but I am sure you will find the story on your own ;)
It can be found here or on my dA account.

Anyway, I have no idea why I never posted the second part.
Maybe because I was too lazy? Maybe because it's mean? XD.
I felt a little sorry for Dean here, but after reading part 1...he totally deserved this! :)

And now please have fun with this (super silly XD) story.

As always, I like to answer the comments from the previous chapter :3.
Thank you for the support guys, that really means a lot to me :D

Bluestar322
IKR? And the worst thing is that I really thought he was different than the other guys I have met so far.
Turned out he was the worst and when I think about it that I have been at his house for a sleepover I still get the shivers!
And I also don't get how people can sexualize something as harmless as tickling!
I despise this like nothing else. Not only because I am asexual myself, but because tickling is something you also do with kids!
It's disgusting when I think about it that some people jerk off to that! That's so nasty!
I so or so don't get this obsession with sexual things nowadays. I am so sick of this!
Every fanfic I read was about sex; that's why I don't read much anymore -.-

JolieAlexa
Really happy to see that you like my stories so much :)
But I am sorry to disappoint you, but I have given up on all my writing months ago, as I have stated it multiple times already ;)
And I also don't accept requests anymore since many, many years, for people have been too greedy and ungrateful for my taste.
Plus I have also stopped watching SPN after Season 13, so even if I would still be writing I couldn't write this so or so,
for I am not up-to-date when it comes to SPN. ;)

Luci-lover
Happy New Year to you too and thank you for the birthday wishes :)
In the end it was my own fault that I have been so stupid to write this for him.
But yeah, I am more than glad that I broke off with this guy.
Last year, in April, I did it and I don't regret it one bit. Not after what I have found out about him.
Such a nasty human being! People like that make me lose faith in humanity more and more...

SupernaturalFan
Thank you, I am glad that you like this chapter :)
I still don't know how I should feel about this chapter and if I should like it or hate it ^^;
And same here: I don't write anymore and also don't accept requests since many, many years anymore. ;)
Like I said: I stumbled across way too many ungrateful and greedy people.
plus some of the "requests" I got back then reall disturbed me and made me want to quit.
And I have given up on all my writing last year in August, because of heavy lack of feedback and in the end
I have had the feeling nobody is interested in my newer stories anymore. Getting hardly or no feedback at all totally destroyed it for me.
That's why I have stopped now and I don't plan to start writing ever again ;).
I only post what's already finished, as I already stated here and on my profile ;)

hectatess
Now don't get me wrong: I have absolutely nothings against tickle sessions where people are tied up.
I mean, in my Venom stories Eddie is kinda tied up all the time (I am pretty mean to him in these stories XD), same goes for some of my Zelda t-stories and
I kinda like it in a non-sexual way. BUT I try to keep it playful and I also don't want to exaggerate it. When I write tickle stories, most of them
just reflect what I would like to experience in a tickle session, should I be involved in one, one day. And to me, being tied
up is something I wouldn't mind at all if I can trust the person to 100 %. And it's not like the chapter with Meg was the only SPN related chapter
where the ticklee was tied up. I have been writing something like this before and after this chapter ;). And this story here is one of those stories ;).
But what I really, really dislike is pure tickle torture. Like you tickle the lee until he/she can't breath anymore and cries more than he/she laughs and where the tickling becomes painful for the lee. That's a total No-no for me. And this is what this sick guy wanted to read and what I should write for him. And of course only F/F, for M/M was gay to him; even if it were best friends or brothers. He saw two males and it was gay to him. Oh but lesbians were soooooo hot to him and he was trying to force me to write lesbian tickle stories with lots of (foot) fetish sh*t involved. I have no words for this sick guy!

Guest
Thank you very much for your kind words :)
It's indeed different from what I have usually written.
I mean I don't mind tickle stories with M/F or F/M, but I am just not really comfortable with writing this and this guy didn't want to accept this.
I was so unbelievable stupid for writing this story and two others for him. Heaven and hell he even told me that he got aroused while reading this!
What the hell is wrong with people like that? It's so disgusting!
People like him are the reason why I am still super shy to post my tickle stories, for I don't want it that people think I would be one of those fetishists too!

Guest 2
Now that you mentioned it...it's indeed similar to the story with Michael.
But I like the story with Michael sooooooo much more XD.

Sweet, sweet revenge

Another day, another monster, another hunt…

The usual for Sam, Dean and their father John.

This time it had brought the boys into a forest, where a Rugaru was hunting people and Sam, Dean and John wanted to make sure the killing would come to an end by killing the beast that was hunting in this forest.

An easy hunt for experienced hunters like them, but even the best hunter could make mistakes and today Dean made a mistake. He had let his guard down and the beast had gotten its claws on him and had dragged him deep into the forest.

John and Sam were looking for him since half an hour by now, but it was useless.

It was like Dean had been swallowed by the ground.

"Sam, listen to me. We will never find him this way. Look. I will take care of this monster and you will look for your brother. Dean is a strong hunter. But he needs you now."

"But…dad…"

"No Sam. I can take care of myself. Go. Go and find your brother before it's too late."

And with that, John disappeared behind some trees, leaving Sam completely alone in the forest. Goosebumps was rising on the young hunter's skin, as he listened into the silence that surrounded him. No bird was singing; no other animal was being heard. Only the sound of Sam's own heartbeat was the only thing he heard and it made him shiver with slight fear.

It hadn't been long since their last hunt.

But this was a complete different situation, because Dean was in serious danger and he had to find him as fast as he could, before this beast could end his work…

Before his thoughts could become even darker, Sam turned around and ran into the other direction. He trusted his dad and he knew that he would take care of this Rugaru, but he was still worried about his big brother.

It didn't take long until Sam had found him.

His brother stood with his back against a tree and his arms were tied together above his head. The moment he saw him, Sam could see the relief in his eyes and he didn't fared differently.

"Dean, are you alright?" he asked, when he made his way towards his brother.

"Yeah, I am fine, Sammy. Where is dad?"

"I don't know. He said I should go and look for you and that he would take care of the monster."

"And you let him go all alone?"

"What should I have done? You know how stubborn dad can be."

"True. Alright fine, I think dad can handle this without us. But…would you please stop staring at me like that and get me the hell out of here?!"

There he was again: The grumpy Dean Winchester.

Sam was so sick of this!

Day in and day out he had to deal with this behavior of his and slowly it became too much for him.

But who he was to blame him for that?

He had just been captured by a bloodthirsty monster that had tied him to a tree in the middle of a dark, cold forest and when Sam looked at the sky, he could see dark clouds coming into their direction and he could practically smell the rain in the air.

But he was still sick of Dean's stupid behavior!

He missed the happy, cheerful brother Dean had been when they were younger, missed to fool around with him, even playing pranks on him.

When was the last time he had played his big brother a prank?

He couldn't even remember this anymore.

And when had been the last time Dean had laughed?

Okay sure, he laughed here and there, but that wasn't a real laugh in Sam's eyes.

No.

He missed this loud, deep belly laughter of his brother whenever he found something funny or when he had fooled around with a young Sammy.

That laughter, that came straight out of his heart and which couldn't be more honest…

But…Sam remembered something.

Something that happened not long ago…

Something that had made his brother laugh until he had tears in his eyes…and Sam also had had tears in his eyes, but when he remembered why he had laughed so much, his expression darkened and he narrowed his eyes and he could see how his brother shivered, when he also saw the change in his eyes.

"Sammy? What is wrong with you? Why are you looking at me like that?"

Sam didn't answer him.

Instead he slowly came closer and closer and closer, until he was mere inches away from Dean's body and he was still looking at him with this dark glint in his eyes.

"I am sick of your grumpy behavior, Dean and not only that. I remembered something you have done to me a few weeks ago!"

"What? What are you talking about?"

"Oh, so you don't remember?"

"No! And now untie me, Sam!"

The younger hunter's lips twisted into a grin, what had Dean shivering again and he started to move around in his bonds.

"You really don't remember when you have tickled me to tears in dad's car?"

Almost immediately a broad grin graced Dean's features and the older hunter chuckled to himself.

Oh yes, he remembered this very well…

"Got you good that day, huh Sammy? Made you scream like a girl!"

Sam could hardly believe his ears.

Could his brother be seriously so bold to make fun of him in a situation like this?

A look into his face answered this question for Sam and the younger hunter growled and narrowed his eyes yet again.

"Careful Dean! You aren't in the position to make fun of me!"

"I am sh-shaking with fear!"

And that was the straw that broke the camel's back.

As fast as Sam stood at his side, Dean couldn't look and before he could say something, he felt two forefingers, poking into his sides. He flinched and gritted his teeth to make sure he would stay quiet and he balled his hands into fists, when his brother brushed his fingers slowly up and down.

"I was waiting for an opportunity like this, Dean. Finally I can take revenge on you for tickling me to tears and the best thing is: Nobody is here to safe you. We are aaaaaall alone here in this forest."

"D-don't be s-so sure about that, Sammy…d-don't forget about…that monster!"

"Oh, I am sure Dad is taking care of it, while we are talking about it."

The shit-eating grin on Sam's face didn't make this situation better for Dean.

Quite the contrary, because it made it so much worse and the urge to laugh grew inside his stomach, especially when those evil fingers of his brother started to tease his lower ribs by pinching and poking them through the fabric of his thin shirt.

"S-Sammy, s-stop that! Th-that's r-ridiculous!" he pressed out through gritted teeth and he started to pull on his bonds.

"Stop? But why? Don't tell me that you're still ticklish Dean? And was it ridiculous when you tickled me until I cried, huh?"

The elder shook his head, closed his eyes and grinned so much that his cheeks started to hurt already.

"T-totally ridiculous, Sammy!"

Sam growled and his fingers tickled slowly up and down his sides. That bastard knew exactly how he could break him!

But he would stay strong, wouldn't give his little brother what he wanted.

Ohhh no!

He could do this, right?

He was strong enough to fight against all those creepy monsters and ghosts out there.

A little tickling would be child's play for him then…

At least that's what he thought.

But Sam knew how to change his mind, when all of his fingers started to wiggle over his ribs.

Dean's reaction was priceless: His whole body jumped, his grin widened so much that it must have been painful by now, a snort was heard and he lifted one of his legs up to be able to protect his side, but failed miserably at that, since he couldn't reach his ribs at all and so he could just stand there, tearing at his bonds and trying to lean away from his brother's nimble fingers, but even that was impossible, since he could hardly move in those bonds of his and his little brother followed all of his movements.

Great, just great!

He was so glad that his father wasn't here and that he couldn't see his downfall.

It was already embarrassing enough that Sam could see it…

"Come on, Dean, I know that you're ticklish. Make this easier for yourself and laugh!"

"S-screw you, Sam!"

He shouldn't have said that…

He heard how his brother growled again, because of these words and seconds later the fingers on his ribs crawled upwards, until they wiggled under his arms.

Immediately the elder threw his head back against the tree, squeezed his eyes shut and gritted his teeth so much that his jaw started to hurt; everything to make sure he wouldn't break and laugh!

His arms trembled and he tore like mad on his bonds now, since Sam was tormenting a serious sweet spot of his!

"What did you just say to me?!"

If it was possible, Dean's grin widened and he managed to open one of his eyes to look at his little brother.

"Y-you heard me, bitch!" he managed to press out.

Sam's own lips twitched upwards at this and a low chuckle left his throat.

Dean could be so stubborn sometimes and he knew that he would never give up on his own…but he had methods to convince him of the contrary…

He wiggled his fingers deeper into Dean's armpits, never breaking eye contact to him.

He wanted to see how his brother broke under his skillful fingers, wanted to see the dimples on his face and the crow's feet in the corners of his eyes, when he laughed and he wanted to see the desperate look in his eyes, when he realized that he couldn't get away and that he was at Sam's mercy!

But it didn't matter what Sam was doing to him, his brother still refused to laugh!

He could drill his thumbs into his armpits and all he got was a soft squeak, coming from his brother. He could scratch his fingernails all over Dean's ribcage and all his brother was doing was arching his back as good as he could and biting down on his lower lip to keep his laughter in.

But Sam could see that his brother slowly lost the fight, especially when his fingers wandered further down and made their way to his stomach, for which he knew how ticklish he was there.

He grinned at the thought and he waited no longer and stuck his hands under Dean's shirt to get at the bare skin of his quivering belly.

"Are you sure that you aren't ticklish, Dean? Because you really should see your face right now…That grin says more than a thousands of words could do…" he said, laughing softly to himself, when he looked into his brother's already bright red face and how he shook his head from left to right, grinning and whining, as he still tried to fight against the laughter that bubbled up inside his belly and which threatened to break out of him like lava from a volcano.

"Wasn't that your favorite spot to tickle me when we were in dad's car?" Sam asked teasingly and to give his words more power, he wiggled a finger inside his belly button.

His brother flinched and snorted, wiggled his body around and tried to shove Sam away with his leg, but no matter what he tried, he couldn't stop him.

"S-Sammy noho…"

That little giggle he just couldn't hold back anymore and when he opened one of his eyes again, his brother was beaming at him after he had heard it also.

"Dean yehes!" he teased back and his fingers went for his sides and started massaging them and when they moved lower, Dean broke!

He knew what his brother was up to and he knew that he couldn't stand this at all and just the thought of it and getting tickled in this one little spot was enough to make him laugh until his belly hurt and until tears were shining in his eyes.

And Sam?

He had to stop tickling him for a moment, because he himself couldn't stop laughing anymore.

This sight was simply divine and funny at the same time and Dean's laughter warmed his heart to the core, because this was his brother laughing only for him now.

He looked ten years younger, looked like the little kid he once had been, looked like the big brother who had cared for him in all these years and who had made him laugh all the time he had felt sad.

That was the brother he had missed in all those years he had been at Stanford and away from his family and he didn't want to let this brother go ever again!

"S-Stop this shit, Sahahammy!" Dean demanded between fits of laughter, when those evil fingers were back on his belly, tickling him.

"Did you stop when I begged you to?" came the counter question and Sam didn't even think about stopping.

Oh no.

He had a revenge to complete!

"N-No I dihihidn't!"

"See? And that's why I won't stop tickling you also! Take it like a man!"

This made Dean laugh even harder and a scream broke out of his throat, when his brother's wiggling fingers came closer and closer to his hip bones…

The moment they reached them, all hope was lost and the elder almost exploded in a wave of ticklish laughter.

He tore like a man possessed on his bonds, screamed and laughed, begged and swore all at once, but Sam was merciless. He had his brother right where he had wanted him and he wouldn't let up any time soon.

Ohhh no!

He would enjoy his revenge to its full extent, would relish in the laughter he got from his brother, whenever he drilled his thumbs into his hip bones or wiggled his finger over the protruding bones.

Yes, Dean would suffer as much as he had, when his big brother had decided to tickle the living daylight out of him, until his father had come to his rescue.

And there was absolutely nothing Dean could do about it, since he was still strapped to this tree.

That thought made Sam grin evilly, since his brother was helpless against all those tickle attacks he would inflict on him now.

And maybe, just maybe, Dean would think twice, before he would dare to mess with him again in the future…

"Yes Dean, scream as much as you want. Nobody will hear you. You are at my mercy now and I won't stop tickling you until I have decided that you have learned your lesson…"

Well, Sam was only half right, because someone could indeed hear them and said person was his own father, John Winchester, who was just on his way back to his sons, after he had managed to kill the Rugaru that had spread fear and terror in this forest.

Dean's screams for help had caught his attention and as fast as he could he had followed those loud noises his oldest son was making.

When he had found them, he sighed with relief, when he saw that Dean wasn't in danger.

Well…more or less…

He couldn't help but roll his eyes at the childish behavior of his sons, but he soon felt a smile tugging on his own lips, when Dean full on shrieked with loud, booming laughter. Sam was laughing along with him and none of them noticed their father, standing right behind them and watching them with amusement sparkling in his eyes.

John could have easily jumped between them to "rescue" his oldest son, but he decided against it.

Instead of helping Dean, he folded his arms across his chest and allowed his lips to twitch upwards into a broad smile.

It had been a long, long time, since he had seen his sons like that.

The sound of their laughter was like music to his ears, their smiles warmed his heart to the core and he wished this moment would never stop.

But he knew that this was impossible.

It had to stop eventually.

But not now…

No.

He would stay quiet for a bit longer, wouldn't make any noises to not get the attention of his sons and destroy this wonderful moment of peace, harmony and laughter.

He would let them play as long as they wanted to.

Or as long as Dean could stand it and this thought made even John chuckle quietly to himself.

These two deserved this after everything that had happened to them.

More than anyone else on this planet…