Secrets and Lies, Desert prt 2

"Pull over now, bitch," that voice growled. Dean paled, his eyes snapped towards that voice, 'shit no.' Where his brother should have been now sat the Other. Gone were the thoughtful eyes, calm face, relaxed body: firey eyes of burning lust stared back at him, the face promised pain, the body coiled, ready to back up that promise. He slammed on the brakes, shut off the car, managed to unbuckle his seatbelt, then tried to get the door open. The Other had a vice-like grip on his right arm, laughing -- a cruel, vicious sound.

"No! Get off me! SAM STOP THIS!" Dean screamed, fear had enveloped him where he wanted resolve. Wrenching his door open and nearly falling out, the Other twisted Dean's right arm and yanked as hard as he could. Dean could feel the shoulder dislocating, he should have been blinded by the pain, but was too determined to get out. 'plan, remember the plan' desparately he streamed the single mined purpose he had formulated. With a kick he was free, scrambling to get purchase, running as fast as he could, his right arm clutched to his chest.

"Don't you make me come get you, BITCH!" the Other yelled after the running figure. Dean faltured but kept on going. When he figured he had enough distance between them, he turned and looked. The unbound fury coming at him was more than he could comperhend. 'murderous' was the thought the sprang in to his mind. It froze him for just a few seconds, seconds he did not have to spare. Dean took off again, running all out -- zig, zag, fake, anything to get far away. 'get to the car, the car, the car' he mind was trying to make him go faster. He saw salvation within a few hundred feet.

He hit the side of the Impala with such speed he thought he dented the door. Fumbling the door open, hazzard to look, the Other was within a hundred feet and closing fast. Jumping in and slamming the door, he reached with his left hand to start the car. 'where the fuck are the keys!' desparately looking Dean did not notice the Other had reached the car.

"Looking for these?" dangling from the Other's fingers, Dean's wide eyes stared at the keys. He hastily attempted to slide across the seat but hateful hands grabbed him and pulled him out the car window.

"Sam, don't do this, you have to stop, Sam listen to me!" he implored his brother to wake up, snap out of it, come back to him, anything. He was shaking with fear, knowing what was going to happen. He was slammed onto the ground and backhanded across the face. The Other held him by his injured arm and pushed his face into the asphalt, the rough road biting into his skin. He yelped in pain and fear.

"Sam? SAM? There is no SAM here, you stupid slut. You think I would let that pansy-ass little shit out while I am having my fun? Do I look that stupid to you? Well I guess I do, I have his face," a harsh chuckle came from the Other, that gravely voice, animated as he taunted Dean. "Always with the concern, that Sam. 'what is happening to my poor widdle Dean? How can I help my suffering snot nosed big brother? Why won't that snivelling shit talk to me? blah blah blah,' on and on. Fuck, if he would just shut up and pay attention he could see that his poor widdle Deany-boy is getting the fuck of his life and coming back for more."

Dean was forcefully shoved face first onto the hood of the car. His nose broke and started to bleed, dizzyness was creeping in on him, threatening to make him puke. Feeling the Other unbuckling his belt, he pushed back trying to knock the Other off of him. He was whipped around and hit repeatedly for his efforts. Attempting to catch his breath, he slumped on the ground, his right arm flopping beside him, pain shooting through his shoulder and various other parts of his body.

"You won't run from me again, bitch," with that the Other picked Dean off the ground enough to give a swift, crushing kick to his left knee.

An unadulturated scream of suffering issued from Dean. Hoping he was going to pass out from the sheer agony, he screamed again, but was not given the luxury. 'nothing can hurt worse than this' flashed through his pain blinded mind, all other thoughts erased, his dislocated shoulder forgotten. He lay there holding his left knee unable to do anything else, he did not have the energy to scream again. Barely hearing the cruel laughter above him, he was lifted up and bent over the hood once more. His jeans were yanked down along with his boxer briefs and was entered viciously.

Dean whimpered with every thrust for it was not only tearing him inside, but each jolt sent white hot stabs of pain though his left leg and right shoulder. All injuries were warring with each other to become the dominate source of agony. His whole body seemed to be on big bundle of pain that he could not get away from. When the Other came, shooting stinging, burning cum in Dean, all he managed was 'it's over.'

"Such a find piece of ass. Man, I'm gonna have to have that again," the Other pulled Dean off the hood and dragged him to the back car door.

'no no no, it's over, you leave, no no no' Dean's mind repeated over and over. He tried to resist, but the pain was too intense. He was being shoved onto the back seat, his left shoe was pulled off and his jeans forced off that leg, and his t-shirt torn from his chest.

"NO STOP NO" protests sputtered out, Dean swiped at the Other's head with his left fist and tried to kick with his right leg, effortlessly he was deterred. Pinning his arms above his head, the Other spread Dean's legs and entered him again, watching his face with brutal pleasure. 'not here, here is safe, not in my car, don't, no!' his mind cried out in a panic, Dean was starting to hyperventilate as he struggled to free himself.

Again, each thrust was a screaming river of agony, forcing moans of pain out of his mouth, but that was not enough to block out the absolute violation. His Impala was the one thing that got him out of tough spots, kept him safe from a multitude of evils, surrounded him like a fortress when he needed protection. In here was where he could think, hide from the world, his saftey net. Now that was gone. He was wrong before, 'this hurts more.'

Looking for his pleasure only, the Other watched with utter enjoyment the panic mixed with pain and sorrow Dean was experiencing. It played out on his face so beautifully that the Other pumped him harder. "yeah, you want it bitch. You need it, slut" sneering at Dean. The Other wanted to kiss that pouty mouth but he just could not tear his eyes off that bloody, suffering face, it was too pretty not to look at. It took him longer to come this time, having had only a short break inbetween, but was just as satisfied when he did. More so because of the defeat he saw on Dean's face when he finished, wonderful.

'no, not here, no, stop, not my car, help me, save me' the words played over and over in Dean's mind, begging the Other for respite. Too late, the damage was done, his sanctuary gone.

"A sweet ass like your's needs to be sampled more. Can't have you forgetting the feel of my long hard dick in you, can't have that. I gotta take a piss," the Other got up and left.

Darkness had started to decend on the desert to match the darkness seeping into Dean's soul. He was lost in a sea of hopelessness. Sam was gone, his saftey was destroyed, he could not move without excruciating pain, and if he could, where would he go? Flinching at the sound of that voice, Dean prayed he would pass out soon, "Time for another ride."