Chapter 5

Meg smiled sweetly at Sam as he signaled the bar tender over, ordering two more beers. As the tender placed the drinks on the bar they both took a sip. Sam shifted uncomfortably, noticing how she eyed him like a hungry cat. "Um…just so we're clear…I'm um…kind of uh seeing somebody…I guess." She laughed. "Oh my, I'm so sorry. No trust me you're beautiful, but no it's not like that." She said with a wave of dismissal. "So this somebody, sounds complicated." Sam took another sip of his beer. "Yup." He gave a sigh. She paused for a moment seemingly in thought. " Let me guess, her Dad doesn't approve?" Sam gave a long sigh, he couldn't believe he was about to say this to a stranger. 'Maybe a stranger is the best person to tell' he thought. "My girlfriend died a few months ago and I recently started something with my ex again. I feel guilty...for being happy." She gave a sympathetic nod saying, "Like you should have mourned her for longer? " He couldn't speak the words, giving a small nod instead. "Did you love her?", she asked to which he gave a soft, "No."

They both took another drink of their beer, Sam's much bigger than her sip. "But the ex, you love?" He gave a small smile, nodding a yes. "Well you can't waste your life on the past. If you see a future with this person you should pursue it. You deserve to get everything you want." He smiled at her kindly. "Thanks that's what I needed to hear." He said. She thanked him for the drink, rising from her stool. Just before she walked away she ran one finger tip across his shoulder. She crossed the bar to the jukebox, touching the shoulders of everyone she passed on her way, just as she'd done to Sam. Reaching the jukebox she pushed a quarter in and the sounds of 'Animal' by Def Leopard came through the bar, casting a spell over the patrons she had touched.

A wild ride, over stony ground
Such a lust for life, the circus comes to town
We are the hungry ones, on a lightning raid
Just like a river runs, like a fire needs flame, oh
I burn for you

She danced her way to the center of the room, the few she'd touched following her, all but Sam. From the moment he'd felt her feather light touch he was devoured by an overwhelming need for Dean. Lust consumed him so completely his body shivered at the thought of the promise of pleasure that came from being Dean's lover.

I gotta feel it in my blood

whoa oh
I need your touch, don't need your love

whoa oh

He pulled his cell out of his pocket opening the text app he quickly typed out a message. Across the room Dean was still talking to the slutty brunette, he felt his phone vibrate in his back pocket. He pulled it out opening the text he had received, it was from Sam. 'Wait two minutes then meet me in the bathroom.' Was all it said. His eyes drifted across the room to see Sam rise from his stool and walk off to the bathroom. Once his brother was out of sight he noticed that the girl he'd been trying to get information out of had joined everyone else in the bar in the center of the room. They were all dancing. He hated bars where people danced. Even when it was to damn good music. He waited his two minutes, disappearing into the bathroom. Meg let out a wicked laugh as she watched the older Winchester disappear from the room. 'Enjoy my king while you can you piss ant, soon your spine will snap under his foot.' She thought to herself with deep satisfaction.

And I want, and I need

And I lust

animal

And I want, and I need

And I lust

Animal

As the door shut behind Dean he flicked the lock so they could talk in private, eager to find out what Sam had learned. Instead he was pulled into the room by the collar of his button up shirt. "Whoa! Easy tiger. Whats?" he was cut off midsentence by Sam's lips pressing firmly into his own. The younger Winchester's tongue found it's way into his mouth, eliciting a husky moan from him. Sam was pressing himself flush against Dean, the taller man's erection pushing firmly against his stomach with an undeniable need. He grabbed Sam by the shoulders pushing him off gently. "Sammy what are you doing?"

Cry wolf, given mouth-to-mouth
Like a movin' heartbeat in the witching hour
I'm runnin' with the wind, a shadow in the dust
And like the drivin' rain, yeah, like the restless rust
I never sleep

Sam's hands were all over Dean moving from his shoulders, down his back, across his chest, working at undoing the buttons of his shirt. "De…I can't help it. I, god I need you so bad." Dean chuckled a husky laugh, lust on the tip of his tongue as he spoke. "Baby boy, trust me I want to give it to you. But were supposed to be working this case." He placed a hand on Sam's, halting his work of the buttons on his shirt. Sam gave a whimper of protest. "Dean please!", he placed his hand over Dean's half hard cock, rubbing him through his jeans. The sound that escaped the older brothers lips were dark, needy. His voice grew deeper, as his cock grew harder, longer, thicker, against Sam's palm. "Oh baby boy, the things you do to me.", his voice was liquid sex. He pushed Sam into the wall of the stall behind him. Their lips crashed together, fueling each others fire. Sam only seemed to grow increasingly needy the more Dean touched him. He took control for a moment, spinning them around so Dean's back was pressed into the stall, dropping to his knees he made quick work of his brothers belt. "Need you in my mouth De." A moment later Dean's cock was swallowed up by his brother's mouth. He could feel the muscles of Sam's throat around the head, squeezing it tight.

Tame me, tie me

Make me your animal

Show me, stroke me

Let me be your animal

The music was so loud it could be heard clearly in the bathroom, luckily Sam could still hear the deep lusty groans coming from his brother's throat. Dean's head was tilted back eyes closed, mouth open. He ran his fingers through his little brothers hair while Sam worked him like a pro. Taking him out to the tip, then back down again, Dean feeling the bottom of his shaft sliding against Sam's tongue then down his throat with each stroke while Sam's hand massaged his balls. Still all the contact didn't satisfy Sam's sudden all consuming lust. In fact it only seemed to fuel it. He pulled Dean out of his mouth with a wet pop, leaving Dean breathing hot and heavy. "De need more, want you to fuck my face." Dean looked down into Sam's eyes. "I'm, you sure? That's a little rough…even for us." His little brother
bit his bottom lip, whimpering his need, begging for it. Dean gently grasped the back of Sam's head, fingers tightening in his shaggy hair. Sam's mouth opened wide as Dean placed the tip of his cock against Sam's bottom lip, seeing the trust in his little brothers eyes. "I love you Sammy." Was all he said just before he slide into Sam's mouth, he moved a bit slow at first, testing the angle, making sure that when he started being rough he wouldn't hurt his baby boy. Once he was sure, he went full force, thrusting his hips forward. Sam gripped the thighs of Dean's jeans to support himself as Dean pounded away into his mouth rapidly. His thrusts were hard and deep. He could still feel himself being squeezed by Sam's throat, but the speed of it was quickly bringing him to orgasm. Sam just took it. Dean coukdnt help the satisfying feeling he got from the sound of slightly gagging on his cock as it entered the back of his throat. The sounds pushed him on, making him fuck harder. This was new ground for them. They'd had savagely rough sex before. Times where Sam's hole had been left gaping open, cum dripping out, raw and red from Dean's aggressiveness. He himself bore the scars to prove it on his back. It was their thing.

Dean's rapid thrusts seemed to lose their steady rhythm as he leaned to the edge of climax. He slammed into his brother's throat mercilessly, Sam reached into his own jeans pulling his erection out, stroking it rapidly. "Fuck baby boy! Gonna cum." The words caused Sam to moan, the sound vibrating in his throat into Dean's cock. That vibration was his undoing. With one last hard thrust into Sam's mouth he came hard, his load shooting down the back of his throat. The younger man reached his own orgasm, cumming hard into his hand, moaning on Dean's cock as he rode out the pleasure. Dean pulled out of Sam's mouth, leaning back against the stall. Pulling Sam up, he licked his baby boy's cum off his hand, sucking the fingers into his mouth until his hand was clean. He kissed his brother gently. Tucking Sam's softened cock back into his jeans. "You ok Sammy? I didn't hurt you did I?" Sam leaned into Dean. He nodded a yes, his throat had a raw abused feeling. "Throats a little sore but I'm fine." Dean's eyes were soft, gentle. He kissed Sam's forehead, his cock still erect against Sam's thigh.

Sam laughed as he tucked Dean's erection back into his jeans. "I'll never understand how you can cum so much and still be hard as a rock." Dean smirked slipping past Sam laying a firm spank on his ass. "It's a gift Sammy. Catch your breath, I'll pull the car around. We aren't going to find anything tonight." Sam smirked as Dean walked toward the door, "Gift my ass. You're like a freak of nature." Dean looked him in the eye, his ego spilling out. "What can I say Sammy, I'm a power top." He flipped the lock, walking out into the bar. His pride was filling his head so much he didn't see the blond Sam had been talking to slip into the bathroom behind him. Sam was at the sink washing his hands when he noticed her reflection in the mirror. He turned around quickly. "What are you doing?" Black smoke rushed out of her mouth, funneling it's way down into Sam. As soon as the girl was free she rushed from the room. Running straight out into the parking lot and up to the impala sitting just out side the door where Dean leaned against the passenger door waiting for Sam. She grabbed him by his shirt collar. "Whoa honey don't know how much you've had to drink but I bat for the other team so…" She spoke fast. "For three years I've been possessed by a demon." Dean's face became serious, he listened to her. "At first iy was like I was asleep buy after time I was there in my mind while it did horrible things, you aren't safe." Dean tried to calm her down but she wouldn't let him talk. "Its inside your brother." Was the last thing she said before she took off running into the night. He pulled out his phone quickly pressing the call button. "Bobby, we got trouble."

Meg stood in front of the mirror, cursing herself. How could the bitch run so fast. Azazel would be furious she had let her escape. There was nothing she could do now, she had to focus on finding out what the Winchesters knew. The girl would be foubd and die. The demons couldn't have her running around telling everything she knew, not that anyone would believe her. She took a moment to admire Sam's meat suit. Pride in her future king swelled within her. She could still taste his brother's cock in his mouth, sweet warm flesh mixed with slightly salty cum. Her powers of temptation had worked. At this rate the boys soul would be overflowing with incestuous sin by the time his crowning would come. Dean watched Sam walk out of the bar, opening the door for him. Closing it as the thing that wore his skin slipped into the seat. He pushed his emotions down he had to pretend like everything was ok until they got back to Bobby's. This car ride was going to be the hardest thing Dean had ever tried to do in his life.

Dean couldn't help but let his mind wonder as he drove into the night. Sam had been acting a little strange in the bathroom, he'd never been so desperate for sex before. 'No, that was my Sammy. I'm sure of it.' He thought. The way Sam had looked at him with absolute trust. There was no way some demon could fake that. It had to have gotten to his brother when he had went outside to get the car. Maybe the girl was lying, she could have been a demon trying to trick him. No that was stupid, she had genuine fear in her eyes. Still if there was a chance…he had to test it. "Hey Sammy, remember that time when we were kids and we went fishing at Bobby's?" "What about it?", Sam stared out the window, not even glancing at his brother as he spoke. "You pushed me into the lake and Bobby cracked up laughing." Sam smiled, seeming to look back in fondness at the memory. "Yeah, we should do it again some time." He gave a fake laugh. Wrong answer, Dean had pushed Sam into the water, jealous his little brother had out fished him by catching three bass when Dean had none. That wasn't Sam. 'Fuck! I should have stayed with him. This is my fault.'

Dean was still silently cursing himself when he pulled the impala in front of Bobby's house throwing her in park, killing the engine. He walked up the stairs behind the thing that wore his brothers skin. They entered the house to find no lights on. "Bobby?" Dean's voice a deep boom as he called out to the man. "In here, powers out." The voice came from the living room. Dean followed the creature into the room once it stepped in he shoved it into the middle of the room. "Dean what the hell?" it spoke in Sam's voice just as Bobby flipped the light on. The creature wearing his brother tried to step forward but was halted by an invisible wall. It looked down at the ground under Sam's feet. A strange symbol that looked like a pentagram with ancient glyphs inside it was painted on the floor. The creature laughed insanely in Sam's voice. "A devil's trap? You hunters aren't that stupid after all." It turned around, viewing it's surroundings. The only thing in the circle with it was a single metal chair. It took it's seat. Leaning back, observing the two hunters in front of it. "You got me fellas, What will you do with me?" Dean glared at it. "What do you want with my brother?" It laughed, it's eyes met Dean's with a wickedness. "The same thing you want Big brother." Dean clinched his fist in anger. "And what is that?" it smirked at him, running it's hands down Sam's chest, grinding it's palm against The crotch of Sam's jeans. "Mmm Deano the things you do to him. I can feel it tingling in his body. You've really broke this one in. Incest is such a delicious sin." Dean's face lost all anger replacing it with shock. "Bobby these things lie." The old man placed a hand on his shoulder. "Its ok son. I've always known. I love you boys, What you got is pure." A warmth swelled inside Dean's heart, unfortunately it was cut off by the creature that used Sam's voice. "Aww at least one of your Dads approves Deano." Bobby unscrewed the cap on a flask, splashing the contents onto Sam. It turned to steam as it hit his skin, causing the demon to shriek in pain. "Bobby!" Dean grabbed the man's wrist to stop him. "Its alright son, it's just holy water." He turned to the creature in Sam's body. "Tell us what you're after beast!" Bobby commanded an answer from it. "Has little Sammy told you about the visions yet Deano?" Bobby looked to Dean, who was just as confused as he was.

"Poor Sammy, keeping it all to himself. All these monsters the two of you have been chasing the past few months. Well little Sammy sees the victims and points you in the direction. It's getting worse. He has headaches when it happens. He doesn't want Big brother to know. I told you, we want the same thing you want Dean. We want Sammy to be happy." It smiled at him. Dean seemed lost in thought for a moment. "That's how he knew about the old house. He said it was just a feeling." The demon wore a shady smile. "What do you mean you want Sam you be happy? How foes that benefit demons.?" Dean asked, not sure it would tell the truth. It seemed to ponder the question for a moment. "Any hunter that ends up in hell is a prize for my kind. I'll see you there Dean. I want to be the first one to rip the flesh from your bones." Dean showed it no fear. "It's not going to tell us anything Dean. Let just get this over with." Bobby moved to a shelf, pulling an old book out flipping through the pages. The demon inside Sam seemed to grow uncomfortable it started shouting, anger in its voice. "The crowning is coming! There's nothing you can do to stop it!"

"What is the crowning?" Dean shouted at the beast. It held its tongue. "Do it Bobby, we just got what we needed." Bobby began to read from a page in the book. "Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas" The demon thrashed around wildly as Bobby read the rite of exorcism. The lights began to flicker. "Ut Ecclesiam tuam secura tibi facias libertate servire, te rogamus, audi nos." Just before Bobby said the last word the demon belted out the words, "Ipse Est Rex!". Black smoke rushed from Sam's mouth funneling it's way to the floor, which glowed a fiery red. Once it was gone Dean rushed to Sam's side. His younger brother looked around the room confused. "Um…how did we get here?" he said. Dean pulled his brother close to him. "Its alright Sammy. You're gonna be fine."

Authors note: ipse est rex roughly translates to he his the king in latin. Hope you enjoyed the chapter. Please read and review.