Chapter 13:
Dean lay alone on his bed painfully aware of Sam staring at him from across the room. He tried to focus on anything else he could find. The movie on TV was boring. The room they were in had a hideous billiard themed décor. Oh no here it comes… Sam's feet padding across the floor. His sweat pants drawstring untied making them hang loosely around his hips. A bit of v-cut hip bone peeking out. Tee shirt clinging tightly to his chest. His feet stopping just at the side of Dean's bed. He shifted uncomfortably as hazel eyes took in his naked chest. And leading down to the waist band of his basketball shorts. Hoarsely spoken words came out. "Remember when we were kids…when I couldn't sleep. You'd let me lay down with you? Can we do that?"
It was dangerous. Letting Sam bring his scent, his warmth so painfully close. Dean shifted over on the bed, making room. Sam lowered himself down. His lanky body molding into Dean's side as he nuzzled into the embrace. Laying his head in the crook of Dean's shoulder. Dean placed his arm protectively around his little brother. Sam placing a tentative palm over The older man's stomach. Dean cleared his throat. It was fine…this was normal for big brothers to do…right? "Can we just talk about it?" Sam asked while his fingers drew circles across Dean's hip bone. "Talk about what?" Dean cleared his throat. This was dangerous, he knew that. "About what happened the other night? Why you just…stopped." Dean ran his free hand down his face, staring up at the ceiling, he exhaled loudly through his nose. "De…what are we doing? I know you want this. Know you want me." The calloused tip of Sam's index finger worked it's way under the waist band of Dean's shorts. It traced invisible patterns down hard hip bone, stopping just above the base of Dean's slowly responding length.
It teased, so close to it's goal but never touching. Dean's hand on Sam's shoulder squeezed tight. "Its ok De. Just let it go. I forgive you. There's no need to keep punishing yourself." Sam pressed their lips together timidly, unsure of how Dean would respond. It could go one of two ways. He'd shove him away to walk out of the room. Or he'd harshly kiss back becoming handsy, roughly turning Sam over and taking what he wants. How wrong Sam was. Dean stayed perfectly still. His jaw clinched tight against soft wanting lips. Emerald staring down into hazel, searching, considering. Battling inner demons. Until Sam watched Dean's eyes close. Felt Dean's lips open to claim Sam's bottom lip between them. Sam's eyes remained open, watching Dean for any sign of the fallout that was surely coming. Dangerous indeed. This version of Dean so unpredictable. Neither of them deepening the kiss. Just softly ghosting lips together, feeling each other. Their breath mingling together. Dean's tongue flicked across Sam's bottom lip, parting them softly demanding entry.
Sam obeyed parting his lips further, allowing Dean's tongue to snake inside as it gingerly explored. A moan escaped from Dean, a low grumble deep in his throat. He twisted slightly, moving only his upper body so that he was resting with his elbows on either side of Sam's face. Sam didn't dare make a sound in the chance it would break the spell as Dean's finger tips tangled in his hair. They kissed with a tender eagerness. Sam softly gasping as Dean bit his bottom lip, nibbled on Sam's chin. He pressed their foreheads together, his hot breath ghosting across Sam's face. Sam's finger inside Dean's shorts accidentally went to far down. Brushing against the base of Dean's erection and there it was. Dean's fingers moved from Sam's hair to fisting the sheets. His shoulders shaking from the strain of holding in violence that clawed it's way to the surface. Sam pulled his hand away, leaning up to try and gently kiss Dean again. Dean grunted in protest like a wild thing. The sound echoing in the room like a lament. Gripping Sam by the throat pushing him back against the mattress again, holding him there. His eyes opened again to reveal that dark stormy green. He panted like a needy animal as his fingers around Sam's neck grew slack. He shifted back into his knees, kneeling before his little brother, head bowed in shame.
Sam mimicked Dean's position, bring himself onto his knees. He took Dean's hands, bringing them in front if them about chest level, pressing his palms flat against Dean's. "Don't. It's ok. You don't have to fight it." Dean's voice was so lustfully dark it almost sounded unfamiliar. "I'm bad at love Sammy…you deserve better." Sam pleaded with him. "I don't want anybody else, there's only you." Dean shook his head. "You don't understand! Your touch…it's like a fever inside me. Since dad…" He trailed off, unable to say it. "I've done things to you that I can't speak…and I try to push you away but you just won't leave me be. Both of you….you're haunting me. I'm not in control…" he spoke no more, just laced his fingers with Sam's, squeezing so tightly the younger man hissed. "Dean you're scaring me…I don't know how to fix you. You're becoming something you're not. Dangerous…unpredictable. You hunt like it's a suicide mission. Do you…want to…hurt me?" Dean's eyes darted to meet Sam's. "No I….but I am. I can't do this Sammy. You should run as far away from me as you can." Sam leaned in, pressing their lips together. Dean groaned from a deep place unknown, shoving Sam back down on the bed hard. "Dean…use me. Let it all go into me." Dean's eyes darted around the room looking for a place to escape as Sam's nails drug down his stomach, leaving red whelps in their wake.
He jumped up from the bed with desperate speed. John's voice hammering inside his head. "While you've been here…fucking your brother I've found the thing that killed my Mary!" The only place he could run was into the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind him, firing the lock home. He slide down the wood door, his hands pressed against his temples. "Bad seed!" John haunted him. He heard Sam sliding down to the floor on the other side of the door. He jumped up, turning the shower on, stripping his clothes in haste. He jumped in before the water was hot. Hissing at the sting of cold water pouring over his flesh. Burning with the fire Sam ignited inside him. He remained there until the water ran cold again. When he stepped out into the room…Sam was gone.
Dean stood outside under a bridge leaning against the impala. A week had passed since Sam disappeared. Dean was more than unhinged, practically in a full on panic. He held his phone up to his ear. "Ellen, it's me again. Any chance you've heard from him?" He paused, waiting for her reply. "Fuck I swear it's like looking for my dad all over again. I'm losing my mind. Yeah I've called him a thousand times he's not picking up. Sam's just gone!" His phone beeped, signaling a second incoming call. He held it out to look at the number. The screen read 'Baby Boy'. "Hey hold on!" he yelled out to Ellen, clicking the button to answer the call. "Sammy? Where the hell are you? Are you ok?" he listened to Sam's panicked voice on the other line. "Hey hey hey! Calm down, stay there I'm on my way." He hung up the phone, running over to the drivers side of the impala. He floored the gas, speeding away to get to Sam as fast as he could.
Hours later he pulled up in front of a skeezy looking motel room in a town called Twin Lakes. He barely put baby in park before he ran out of the car into the building. He rushed down a hallway of doors, finding the room number Sam had given him, beating on the door. It opened on its own. He slowly stepped inside, cautious of what he might find on the other side. "Sammy?" He called out. Sam was sitting on the edge of the bed, his hands and shirt covered in dried blood. He rushed to Sam's side. "Are you bleeding?" Sam stared at the ground. "I tried to wash it off…" Dean pulled his jacket to the side, exposing just how much blood was on Sam's shirt. "Oh my god!" he pawed at the material, trying to assess Sam's wounds. "I don't think it's my blood Dean." Dean sighed in relief. "Who's is it?" Sam's eyes slowly rose to meet his. "I don't remember anything."
Dean had left to speak to the motel manager. He returned fast, pacing the room. "Well you checked in two days ago. Nobodies noticed anything, it's been quiet." Sam hadn't moved from the edge of the bed. "What if I hurt somebody Dean?" His older brother shot him a glare. "Lets not jump the gun here. This is just another job. What's the last thing you remember?" Sam seemed to be thinking about it. "I remember we were in that hotel room in West Texas. We were fighting…I guess. I remember sitting outside the bathroom door waiting for you to come out. That's it." Dean sighed. "That was over a week ago." Sam bit his lip. "Next thing I knew I woke up here, bloody." Dean was fidgeting, but Sam didn't seem to notice. "Ok well let's retrace your steps. Manager said he saw you leave yesterday but didn't see you come back." He had an idea. He moved to the window, pulling back the curtains. Bloody finger prints marked the glass. Dean looked out back to see a storage unit facility.
They paced around the back parking lot for a few minutes. Sam stopped looked to his side, stepping off over to one of the units. Dean looked at the lock on the unit as Sam spoke softly. "Wait…" he pulled a key from his pocket. Dean opened the unit to find an old rusted blue classic VW beetle inside. "Oh please tell me you didn't steal this thing." They searched the car. Sam found more blood on the steering wheel. "Hey Sam…Backseat." Dean pointed. A bloody knife was laying sticky in the back floorboard. Sam held it up. "You think I used this on someone?" Dean didn't meet his eyes. "I'm not thinking anything." Sam wiped his prints from the blade, tossing it back onto the floorboard. Dean held up a pack of menthol cigarettes. "Come on man this couldn't have been you." Sam pulled a gas station receipt out of his pocket.
They drove to the station questioning the clerk who was unbelievably mad to see Sam. Dean forced Sam to go wait in the car. As he questioned the guy. Found out his brother had stolen the cigarettes after trying to hit the guy over the head with a bottle. This information wasn't cheap. Dean bribed the guy with 40 dollars just to keep him from calling the police. They drove off into the direction the guy said Sam left. North on 71, straight out of town. They drove until dark. "What's going on with you Sam? The smoking? Throwing bottles at people? That sounds more like me than you." Dean said. Sam looked out the window. "Hey turn down that road!" Dean hesitated. "I don't know how I know I just do." The impala turned down the road. What they found wasn't good. The house they pulled up to was broken into. The front window broken, alarm systems cord cut. Inside there were signs of a great struggle. Broken glass and furniture littered the place. There was a bedroom in the back turned into an office. A dead body on the floor. Dean turned it over as Sam cringed.
The man was bloody, his throat had been slit. "Dean I did this." Sam's voice was deep with sorrow. "We don't know that." Dean stated. "What else do you need Dean?" They found a colset full of weapons and occult paraphernalia, as well as a hidden camera. They watched the footage on the man's computer. Watched as Sam brutally beat the man, slitting his throat slowly. As if savoring it. Dean watched in shock. Sam remained silent. "You had to have a reason. Wipe your prints. Then we go." He smashed the computer beyond repair. Taking the cameras SD card with him.
Back at the hotel Dean tried to push it all away. "Lets get some sleep then leave this place in the rearview mirror." Sam turned to him. "Dean I killed that man." Dean stood in front of him. "I've been having these feelings the past few weeks." Dean questioned. "What feelings?" Sam sighed. "Rejection…rage. Every day it just gets worse." Dean placed a hand on his shoulder. "You never told me this." Sam looked at him. "How could I…I've been trying to help you with your shit. I've been reaching out to you…but you push me away. Dean you have to…you promised." He pulled his gun from the waist band of his jeans, placing it in Dean's palm. "I don't want to hurt anybody else. I'm turning into what the yellow eyed demon wants me to be. Dean you have to stop me." Dean tossed the gun away. "I can't…I'd rather die." He walked away, turning his back on Sam. Sam picked up the gun. "No…you'll live." Dean turned, moving to talk Sam down from it. "You'll live to regret this." Sam bashed the butt of the gun against Dean's temple. Hitting him so hard he spun around falling onto the floor face down with a loud thud. Sam walked out the door with out a look back. Dean woke the next day to the manager beating on the door telling him it was past check out.
Dean payed the sleazy guy to let him use his computer. He turned the GPS on Sam's phone on. Tracing him to Duluth Minnesota. Dean knew what he was after. Ellen had mentioned Jo going off on her own after an argument they had. She was working a local bar there.
Sam walked into the quiet bar, watching Jo as she cleaned empty bottles from the counter. "Sorry we're closing up." She said without turning around. "How bout one for the road then." Sam said. She met his eyes. "Well you're about the last person I expected to see. Where's Dean?" Sam approached her like a wolf stalking it's prey. "He couldn't make it. So can I get a beer?" she slid him a cold one. "So what are you doing here Sam? We aren't exactly the best of friends you and I." Sam smiled. "Yeah cause you want to fuck my brother." He took his jacket off placing it on the counter. She noticed a burn mark on his arm in a sort of 'Q' shape. "Looks like it hurts." He ignored her. "You know Dean doesn't like girls…like you. He kinda thinks you're a school girl. You know? Can't handle what he likes." She leaned against the bar, glaring at him in agitation. "And what does he like?" Sam perked up, the gleam in his eye wicked. "Rough sex." She looked shocked by his bluntness. "So rough it almost hurts you. What can I say…the man's got anger issues." She scoffed at him. "Why are you telling me this?" he placed a hand over hers. "I could be more to you Jo." She tried to pull her hand away. But he gripped her tight. A darkness in his eyes. "Maybe you should leave Sam." He rose from his stool. "Okay." He turned as if to walk away. Instead he grabbed her. She struggled in his arms. He squeezed her tight to his body. Gripping her hair and snapping her head back. Nuzzling into her throat. He pulled her hair, biting her painfully.
"This is how Dean likes it." She sobbed as he spun her around, pushing her into the bar. "Sam no please! Sam please stop." She begged him. He held her wrists tightly in front of her. So tight she would bruise. "See Jo he forces you down like this. But he doesn't take you yet. He waits til you beg for it." He chuckled wickedly, stroking her hair. "He touches you, bites you. He's the master of foreplay. He wants you to beg you see? Needs you to beg for his big hot throbbing cock inside you. He waits for it patiently. Mmm then when you do…he fucks you til he breaks you. Hour after hour he pounds you until he destroys you, leaving you a whimpering cum covered mess." She struggled against him as he held her down. "You're lying." He leaned down to whisper in her ear. "I should know…I'm his favorite broken toy." He slammed her head into the bar. Knocking her out.
When she came too she was tied to the support beam in the center of the bar. Sam was sitting on a chair in front of her holding a hunting knife. "You're not Sam." He smiled at her. "Don't be so sure about that. So still wanna fuck my brother?" She glared at him. "What did finding out he's an incestuous brother fucking sadist turn you off?" She wouldn't look at him. "You're a liar." He leaned in close to her face. "Oh sweetie no. Dean just doesn't want you to know what a freak he is. Doesn't want you to judge him since he's been fucking me raw for years. See Dean he's…well it's truly a work of art. Or at least what I did to his back is. See remember the whole whimpering cum covered mess thing. Well that's not the end you see. You're lying there, covered in your own sticky cum. But he's not done yet. He keeps going. Your raw, exhausted. And he's still fucking you. I can't tell you how many times he's filled me with his cum a few times and still has a stiffy. He just fucks his cum deeper into you. Man is it hot in here or is it just me. " The door burst open. Dean ran in, his colt 1911 aimed at Sam.
Sam brought his blade to Jo's throat. "I begged you to stop me Dean!" Dean hesitated, his finger on the trigger. "Sammy put to knife down damn it!" Sam raged. "I told you I can't fight it! My head feels like it's on fire! Kill me Dean! Or I'm gonna kill her." Dean's eyes were full of sadness. "No Baby boy come on." Sam stepped up behind him. Dean threw liquid from his flask onto Sam. It steamed as if boiling on contact. Sam screamed in pain, turning to meet Dean with black eyes. "That's holy water you demonic son of a bitch!" The demon turned tail, jumping out the window. Dean cut the ropes holding Jo, following it. He was halfway out the window when she called out to him. "He was possesed?" He turned to meet her eyes, jumping out after the thing inside his brother. "DEAN!" She screamed at his back.
Dean chased the beast into a nearby boat house. He stalked it with caution. It was hiding. He had to draw it out. "So who are you?" he called out, hiding behind boxes stacked in the center of the room. "I have many names." A sound from his right. No a distraction. Footsteps were heard moving towards the back door. Dean moved in. Hiding again when the steps stopped. "Should have seen your face when you thought Sam killed that guy. It was pathetic. You're gonna die Dean. You and every other hunter I can find." Dean heard the backdoor open. Saw Sam's shadow as it slipped out. He followed it out, standing on the docks edge. Sam was nowhere. A gunshot echoed, followed by pain. Dean tumbled into the water.
Jo walked around the dock, calling Dean's phone. She heard it ringing faintly looking down to find his soaked body laying lifeless on the boat ramp. She ran down calling his name. He groaned weakly. She helped him to his feet. "Where's sam?" He grunted out, gripping his shoulder. He stumbled, but she managed to keep him up, taking him back to the bar. "Take your shirt off. We gotta get that bullet out." Jo said. He pulled his tee shirt over his head. Exposing his scarred back to her. Long lines where nails had permanently damage the skin. He glanced at her over his shoulder. "What? Bullet go clean through?" She shook her head. "No it's just...your back. How did that happen?" He smirked at her. "Long story." He moaned and grunted loudly as she dug tweezers into his shoulder "Unngh! God! You're a fucking butcher." She dug them in deeper. "Don't be a baby, alright got it!" She dropped the bullet in a shot glass. He chugged a bottle of whiskey. "Alright we're done." He tried to stand. She forced him back down. "Let me patch you up. How did you know he was possessed?" he shook his head. "I didn't….just knew it couldn't have been him." She taped a gauze over the wound. "Dean…I know demons lie. But do they ever tell the truth to?" He chugged more whiskey. "Uh…yeah…sometimes if they know it'll mess with your head. Why do you ask?"
She shrugged. "Nothing. Do you know where he's gone?" Dean placed the bottle back down. "Yeah, South Dakota." They stood from the table. "Ok let's go." He laughed. "You try to follow me and I'll tie you right back to that post. This is my fight, im not getting your blood on my hands." He grabbed his jacket, walking away from her. "Wait!" He turned as she tossed him a bottle of pain pills. "Those will help with the pain." He noticed it. She was looking at him differently then the last time. What changed? "Jo….we ok?" She folded her arms across her chest. "Yeah sure Dean." He eyed her suspiciously. "Ok…thanks. I'll call you later." He walked out the door. "No you wont." She said to no one.
Dean parked the stolen car in front of bobby's. The impala was already there. He burst through the door to find that Bobby already had the thing knocked out tied to a chair under a devil's trap. Dean smacked it to wake it up. It smirked at him. "Dean, back from the dead. Like a cockroach." Dean smiled. How bout I smack that smartass right out if your mouth?" It laughed. "Oooo…Sammy likes." Dean glared. "Bobby!" Bobby began the rite of exorcism. The demon twitched in pain. Laughing out loud with a dark wickedness. It stared at Dean with a smirk. "Oops. Doesn't seem to be working." It started chanting in latin. The room shook and the lights flickered. "This isn't right Bobby!" Bobby gripped Sam's arm, noticing the burn. "Shit! It's a binding spell. It's locked itself inside Sam." The demon roared as it finished it's verse. The ceiling cracked, breaking the trap. It snapped it's ropes. Flicking a finger to send Dean and Bobby flying into a wall. It's focus was on Dean. It punched him in the jaw. He spat out blood. "Dean see hell is like…well….its hell. And you sent me back there." He sneered at it. "Meg." It smiled sweetly. "No, I'm Sam now." It pushed Sam's finger into the bullet wound in Dean's shoulder. He screamed in agony.
"I just knew I was gonna get out one day and torture you nice and slow. By the way. I told your little girlfriend all bout how you fuck the breaks off little Sammy raw dog style." It twisted Sam's thumb inside Dean's wound. "She can't believe her charming white knight Deano is a brother fucking sex freak. Well….was, past tense. Been about 3 months now isn't it? You're worthless Dean. Empty. I know how you look in the mirror and hate what you see." It reared back to hit him again. Bobby grabbed Sam's arm, placing a hot fireplace poker against the binding symbol. It screamed, black smoke bursting out of Sam's mouth, flying off through the fireplace out of the house into the night.
Sam looked around in confusion. "Did I miss anything?" Dean gripped him by his shirt, smashing their lips together in a fierce passionate kiss. Bobby looked around the room. Sam moaned into his mouth. Dean let go, falling over with a groan, clutching his shoulder.
They sat at the kitchen table as Bobby properly treated Dean's wound. Once he was done and pretty high off pain killers he locked eyes with Sam. He stood taking Sam's hand, leading him up the stairs. "Dean where are we going?" Sam asked. "To our room. Gonna make you mine again Sammy." He kicked the door closed behind them. He shoved Sam back onto the bed, climbing on top of him. "Baby boy, I'm gonna fuck you like you've never had it before." Sam smiled up at him. Love in his eyes.