Cursed are the Peacemakers

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CHAPTER 5

'Wait please just answer one question for me.' Sam cried out his eyes widening as a naked Grace straddling his upper thighs.

'What is it?' Joseph asked with a bored tone, 'we cannot keep our beautiful Grace waiting.'

'Why call yourselves the Peacemakers? Last time I checked demons thrive on anything but peace.'

'Semantics Dearest, all will be revealed in time now please do not upset my Grace and just do as you have been told.'

Sam swallowed nervously as he looked up at Grace pouting prettily with an air of innocence around her while her fingers roamed over his naked body, 'you don't have to do this Grace.' He whispered he could feel his face flaming with another blush as she leant forward and teased his nipples with her tongue. 'Please Grace, ahh ... stop.' Sam squirmed and tried everything he could to prevent her from finishing her task. Grace hissed and sat up an angry expression forming on her face.

'Joseph he's not playing nice.' She said looking over at the older man but digging her fingernails into his hips until drops of blood fell from each of the puncture wounds.

'I warned you Samuel.' Joseph sighed; Dean's muffled cries of pain filled the silence of the room.

Sam squeezed his eyes closed and mentally sent out messages of apology to his brother. 'Alright, alright I'll do what you want just stop hurting him.' He finally ground out through gritted teeth.

'Ooohh Sammy gonna play nice.' Grace sighed in a childlike voice, 'now open those pretty eyes for me, I want you to watch.'

Sam hesitated for a second but with Dean's muffled cries still fresh in his memory he sighed and opened his eyes slowly, blinking until he focused on Grace's face and then he looked at a spot on the wall just over her left shoulder stilling his mind he continued to stare at the place he picked.

Grace looked confused for a moment but then smiled she had him pliant and ready to be played with. Leaning forward again she dragged her tongue up his torso laving his naval before continuing up to his nipples working one at a time until they were so taut she elicited an involuntary moan from Sam.

Giggling she moved her body slightly until she almost lay on top of him, her own breasts rubbed against his chest as she worked her way to his mouth kissing him brutally she bit his lip hard making it bleed before sitting up. Flicking the tip of her tongue out to clean the blood from her own lips she started to move back down his body grinding herself against him, until she slowly sat up and hovered over his semi-erect penis. 'Oh dear this will never do.' She said shaking her head as she wrapped her fingers around it and squeezed it cruelly until Sam returned his gaze to her face his eyes wide and unblinking, a single tear escaping and running down his cheek.

Grace hesitated in her ministrations and regarded him for a moment before shaking her head and increased the pressure until he was hard and erect in her hand, mounting him she guided his penis into herself and then started moving in an even and steady rhythm as she worked herself into reaching her own orgasm. Sam closed his eyes as his body betrayed him with each spasm a choked cry escaped from his throat as he shuddered and came inside Grace. Giggling with enjoyment Grace kept going until moments later she cried out with her own orgasm. Breathing heavily she slid off Sam and sidled up next to him wrapping her arm and leg around him until she recovered sufficiently. 'You were fantastic Lover.' She purred as she finally moved away from Sam giving him a goodbye kiss as she got off the bed. 'I wish I could keep you.'

Sam turned his face away from her and fought back the rising tears of shame that had threatened to spill he closed his eyes and finally drifted off to a restless and dream-filled sleep.

'Sammy?' Dean's voice filtered through the nightmare gripping Sam tightly. 'Come on Sam wake up.'

'Dean?' Sam frowned and fought to wake up and shake the claws holding him back. 'Gotta help Dean.'

'Hey Dude I'm here.' Dean touched Sam's shoulder gently, 'come on Sammy wakey wakey.'

'Dean!' Sam shouted and sat up staring around wildly until he slowly realised that he was awake and no longer dreaming. 'Dean it is you?'

'Yeah Dude it's me.' Dean smiled wanly, trying to hide the pain coursing through him, 'take a breath Sammy, breath for me.'

Sam blinked and then realised he was holding his breath; gradually he expelled the breath and looked around at their new surroundings. They were no longer in that room, or in the original bedroom now they were in a small dark enclosure surrounded by thick metal bars. 'Where are we?' He gasped between each breath as the panic finally took over and he started to hyperventilate.

'Sam look at me and breath nice and slowly.' Dean said gripping Sam's shoulders he forced his younger brother to concentrate, 'that's it nice and easy, Man you have to stop scaring me like this.'

'Me scare you?' Sam gave a harsh laugh and moved his gaze down to the damage done to Dean's body, 'look at you.'

'Hey I'm tough.' Dean said but his bravado slipped when he winced after moving too quickly and pulling at the newest injuries.

'Yeah right, Dean I am so sorry.'

'What for?'

'I didn't believe you – I should have listened to you I am so sorry.'

'Dude forget it, you were under that witch's spell.'

'Dean they are not ... they worship the Dark Master.' Sam said his eyes downcast unable to meet Dean's steady gaze, 'I almost bought into it all.'

Dean opened his mouth to retort but seeing the stricken look on Sam's face he stopped himself and decided to follow another tact altogether. 'Okay so what do we know about these not so peacemakers?'

'They came here in 1872 and were massacred six months later.' Sam started falling easily into his logical researcher-self, 'their Master set them up and now they live off the humanity of unsuspecting travellers.'

'Now that's what I call carrying vengeance too far.' Dean quipped, 'okay so they need living people to feed off and then the what?'

'From what I have heard they sacrifice the remains to their Master.'

'That is just plain gross.'

'What about Jonas? Where does he fit into this?'

'Not sure Sammy, now why are we not digested food yet?'

Sam turned his face away as he felt the stain of shame rising on his face unable to look at Dean.

'Sam talk to me, I need to know what was going on when I was strung up on the wall and treated like a whipping post.'

'Dean please I...' Sam's voice sounded choked and strained.

'Sam talk to me, come on Dude we need to work together on this.'

'They ahh milked me.' Sam said as quickly as possible still unable to meet Dean's gaze.

'What? Sammy look at me what do you mean...?' Dean stopped his eyes widening as the realisation hit him. 'Sam Winchester looking at me, do you mean they have been raping you?'

Sam dropped his gaze to the floor and sat in silence the humiliation getting the better of him, 'I tried to stop them.' He whispered, 'they had me tied to a bed and couldn't move, even after they beat me I tried to stop them that's when ... that's when they – they used you, if I refused or fought back they punished you.' As Sam spoke the words started to tumble out as though he had opened flood-gates and the memories crashed through. 'First it was Rebekkah and then ... then Grace I don't remember after that.'

'Oh Sammy.' Dean's anger fast turned into rage, Sammy was too innocent in too many ways for such abuse.

'It wasn't sexual I guess.' Sam's voice startled Dean and he stared up at his brother, 'they wanted my ... for their women to get pregnant. Mixing them with ... with fuck Dean they want an army of mutant psychics.'

'Sammy I am so sorry you had to go through that.'

'Dean it's bad enough that I have to see the visions and stuff but this ... why Dean what have I done that was so bad I have to be punished like this?'

'Dude listen to me this is not your fault.'

'Yes it is Dean.' Sam shouted, 'I stuffed up and now this is what my punishment is. I am the sperm donor to a freakish, ghoulish race of demons.'

'Calm down Sam please you have to stay with me on this.'

'They milked my sperm Dean!' Sam's voice rose as he let his emotions loose, 'Joseph told me that is what they were doing, taking my sperm to breed with their females. Their Master wants to create a race of demons with psychic abilities and it will all be because of me!'

'Samuel Winchester snap out of this now.' Dean yelled gripping Sam's arms he squeezed until Sam acknowledged the sudden pain. 'Okay you back with me?'

'Yeah, yeah I am.' Sam sighed dejectedly, 'I guess it's done.'

'Not yet, we have to smoke these freaks Sam and get outta here.'

'But if they ... get pregnant ... we can't kill pregnant women Dean.'

'Dude they are not women they are demons that look like women.'

'They will still be pregnant Dean.'

'Okay so we finish this before they finish whatever they do to get pregnant.'

Sam gave Dean a baleful stare as he sat back and rested against the cool bars, only then did he realise that he was still naked. 'Oh man.'

'Don't get shy on my account, not as if I hadn't seen it before.' Dean smiled trying to lighten Sam's mood.

'Dean.' Sam growled a warning as he pulled his knees up enough to give himself a bit of coverage.

'Anyway if I could I would give you my jeans but we have a big problem there.' Dean grinned, 'you are too freaking tall!'

'Gee thanks!'

'Boys you are still with us I see!' Jonas materialised in their cell with them, 'I wish it were a better circumstance.'

'What do you want?' Dean rounded on their mysterious visitor, 'where were you when they were doing unspeakable things to Sam? Where were you when they were using me as a whipping boy?'

'Son, I ah...'

'Don't son me, if you can't help us Jonas then get the fuck out and let us get on with it.'

'With what Dean?' Sam asked quietly.

Dean turned to snap at Sam when he saw the tears rolling down his face and the haunted look on his face, he was starting to go into shock, the glassy look in his eyes and the pallor of his skin telling it all. 'Sammy, come on stay with me here, no going to that zone of yours you have to stay with me.'

'Why Dean? They have won they finally won and we can't do a thing about it.'

'Sam don't you ever let me hear you give up like that, no one gives up on my watch.'

'Do you know how much like Dad you sound ...?'

'Do the two of you want to get out of here?' Jonas interrupted the brothers.

TBC