Next chapter will be posted on Monday.
*WARNING: Serious Wincest, Sam finally conquers one of his greatest fears!
Enjoy!
Sam's eyes widened as he swallows nervously. "Well... That escalated quickly."
"There's no way in hell I'll let Cas separate us if that is your plan!"
"I won't either, and Cas won't do it without my permission." Sam added.
"You boys underestimate me. I can be very... Persuasive." He smirked devilishly.
Dean read his mind quickly. "You're in cuffs, how could you possibly threaten Castiel?"
"I could tell him what happened here, and I could promise him it'll happen again if he doesn't do what I want."
Dean gritted his teeth in frustration, Demons plan could work. "Then what? You kill yourself? What about Sam? I thought you were gonna desensitize him or whatever so he could kill Zepar? Ya can't do that if you're dead, asshole!"
"You can do that."
"No, I can't. You know that. I'm not as dominant as you, I'm not good at pushing through his fear like you are. He'd get scared and I'd back off. You know it, I know it."
Sam looked at Demon pleadingly. "Don't do this, Demon. I need you, you can't kill yourself."
Demons eyes became shiny with tears before he snarled angrily and spun away. He bolted to the front door, slamming it shut as he left the house.
Sam went to follow him but was stopped by Dean. "Don't. He needs time."
Sam sighed shakily. He spun away from Dean to punch a hole in the wall. "This is all my fault. I shouldn't have woken him up, I should've gotten you."
Dean wrapped Sam in a strong hug, ignoring his distaste for them. "This ain't your fault, Sam. Not in the least. This is Demons shit, he's gotta work through it. All we can do is help."
Sam wrapped his arms around Dean, tears falling out of his eyes. He borrowed his face in Deans neck before softly kissing and licking it.
Dean stiffened. "What're you doing, Sam?"
Sam slowly dragged his hand down Deans chest and stomach to his crotch. He cupped Deans dick, shivering in anticipation as he felt it harden.
"Sam..." Dean said warningly. He had no idea where the hunters mind was at, what he was thinking. He had just been assaulted by Demon, that had to have done something, brought shit up.
He grabbed Sam's wrist as the man started unzipping Deans jeans. "You sure about this?"
Sam nodded before getting on his knees.
Deans eyes widened. This wasn't right. "Whoa, hold on. Since when are you okay with this?"
Sam stared up at Dean, ignoring the nervousness of having a man standing over him. "Since now."
Dean ran a hand through his hair, sighing in frustration. "That's not how it works, kid. You aren't just one day okay with something, especially not after what you just went through."
Sam stood. "If you don't want this just say it, Dean."
Dean glared at him. "Don't start that, you know I want you. I just don't think you're ready for this right now."
"You had no problem with me doing this when I was drunk." Sam shot back.
"That was when Demon was still in my head. And that's bullshit, by the way!"
"Oh, sure, blame Demon!"
"Sam..." Dean sighed. "If it was any other time I'd be more than happy to let you suck me off, but you just got assaulted half an hour ago. I can't let you do this in good conscience."
"I wasn't assaulted!"
"Really? What's your word for it then?"
"Demon had a bad dream, he reacted when I woke him up. That's it."
Dean stared at Sam, not believing the guy for a second. "A reaction, huh? That's all it was? Didn't effect you at all?"
"I'm fine, Dean." Sam snapped before bringing his lips to Deans.
Dean backed away. "No, Sam."
Sam's eyes filled with hurt at the rejection. "Fuck you." he mumbled, turning away to leave the house.
Dean growled in frustration before grabbing Sam's arm, stopping him. "What if I trigger you?" He muttered in the hunters ear.
Sam pressed his ass against Deans hips. "You won't."
Dean groaned as he felt himself harden. Sam had never pressed against him like this before. "What're you doing?" He asked, his voice husky.
Sam grabbed Deans hips and pressed himself harder against Deans erection. He moved his hips back and forth slightly, arousing the demon further. "What do you think?"
Dean ran his hands over Sam's chest and stomach, groaning as the man teased him. "You sure about this?"
Sam nodded.
Dean pulled his and Sam's shirts off, throwing them on the ground. He gently kissed Sam's neck as he slowly moved the hand on Sam's stomach lower. He quickly unzipped the man's pants and shoved them and his boxers to the ground.
Sam gasped in surprise. His hands started trembling anxiously at the thought of what was gonna happen. He wasn't afraid of Dean, but what Zepar had done to him was still hovering in the back of his mind. So was the things Zepar had done when he looked like Dean.
Dean jumped slightly when he heard Demons voice in his head.
'You need to talk to Sam more or he's gonna have a panic attack. If you don't keep him focused his mind will drift back to the last time he was fucked from behind.'
Dean paused. 'If Sam can't do this then I'm gonna stop.'
'He can do it, you just aren't doing it right. Not for his mind.'
Dean gritted his teeth. 'If I'm doing it so damn wrong then you get out here and do it your damn self!'
The front door swung open. "Fine, I will!" Demon snapped verbally.
He cautiously approached Sam. "You can do this, Sam, but you gotta remember what I taught you. Think NOW, not THEN."
Sam nodded shakily.
Demon stepped closer, wrapping his hands loosely around Sam's wrists. His cuffs were gone for the moment, left on the porch so he wouldn't accidentally trigger Sam with the sound of chains clinking. He picked up the man's hands and placed them around his neck before sending a mental message to Dean.
'I'm gonna take care of him mentally, you take care of him physically.'
'Got it.'
Demon brought his hands to Sam's waist before giving the hunter a firm kiss. He nipped at his lips before melding their tongues together.
Dean knew Demon was distracting Sam so Dean could unzip and remove his pants without spooking the man. The sound of zippers still freaked Sam out, and after the incident Sam was probably touchier than normal at the sound.
Dean quickly removed his pants and boxers, getting no reaction from Sam who was being kept busy by Demons kiss.
Demon pulled his lips away when he noticed Dean was done undressing. He ran his hands up Sam's ass slowly. "You ready for this?" he whispered to the hunter.
Sam nodded, still panting slightly from the intense kiss.
Dean spit in his hand before applying it to Sam's hole. They had no real lubricant available at the moment, neither he nor Demon ever thought Sam would be ready for sex this suddenly.
Sam tensed slightly, his nerves flaring up as Dean touched him there.
Demon began nipping and biting his neck while he roughly stroked Sam's dick in an attempt to distract the hunters mind.
It worked, Sam's anxiety quickly left him as he was filled with pleasure.
"Who's touching you, Sam?"
"D-Demon." Sam gasped.
Demon stopped stroking him to slap his ass. "Who else?" He growled.
Sam jumped. "Dean."
"Good boy." Demon rasped.
Dean ran his hand up Sam's back over his shoulder. He kissed the hunters shoulder before bringing his lips to the man's ear. "You're doing good, Sammy."
Sam pressed his ass against Dean, all fear long gone. Fear had been replaced by a desperate need.
Dean chuckled. "You want this? Huh?" he whispered, teasing the hunter.
"Yes. Please, Dean." Sam moaned.
Dean brought his cock to Sam's hole, pausing to see the man's reaction as he pressed against his ass.
Sam moaned as Demon rubbed him gently while kissing his neck, the feather light touches driving him mad. "Please..." he moaned desperately.
Dean and Demon snickered.
'I think he's ready.' Demon sent through their link.
'Yeah, this is borderline torture now.'
Demon smirked as he kissed Sam's neck.
Dean slowly pushed into Sam, groaning at the intense feeling.
Sam panted and let out a low moan. He nearly came right then and there from the feeling of being filled. He laid his head against Demons shoulder, panting in ecstasy.
"Good boy, stud." Demon praised. He wrapped a firm hand around Sam's throat, mostly to keep track of his pulse but also because it had turned into a physical aphrodisiac for the hunter.
Dean slowly thrusted in and out of Sam, restraining himself. He wasn't gonna push Sam, that was Demons job.
Demon could feel Sam's pulse rising as he continued stroking his dick. He whispered in his ear, "Come for us, stallion." Before he nipped Sam's ear lobe harshly.
Sam gasped as he came, the small sting of pain from Demons bite pushing him over the edge.
Dean sped up his thrusts for a few seconds before he followed Sam. He panted as he laid his forehead against Sam's shoulder, his hands on the man's hips. Dean kissed his shoulder before slowly pulling out.
Sam's knees wobbled slightly, he suddenly felt really tired.
Dean pulled his pants back on, deciding to leave his shirt off.
Demon steadied Sam. "I think someone needs a nap to recharge." He smirked.
Dean smiled before grabbing Sam's arm, pulling the man against him. He wrapped his arm around Sam's shoulders. "I think Demons right, Sammy. Let's go lay down."
"'Kay." Sam mumbled, feeling exhausted.
Dean chuckled as he led Sam to their bed.
Demon watched them go. He was proud of the hunter, his stud, but he had a feeling that Sam still hadn't faced what had happened this morning. Demon shoved his hands in his pockets, ignoring his hard-on. He didn't deserve pleasure. He had done that for Sam, not himself. He hated to admit it but Dean was right, the guy had no damn clue how to talk Sam down from panicking. How to control his mind.
If it hadn't been for Demon that little porn scene wouldn't have happened, Sam would've gotten triggered. It wasn't Deans fault, to his credit the guy tried. He was the perfect choice physically for Sam's first consensual time in a while. He was slow, careful and gentle, excessively so... but mentally Dean just had no clue. It didn't surprise Demon at all, Dean had never been through sexual trauma.
Dean had no clue what was running through Sam's mind, what all the little signs were that indicated Sam was about to fall apart. Demon did, because he shared Sam's mind in a way. He knew all too well. He swallowed as his mind replayed this mornings incident. He had betrayed Sam, accident or not, and he deserved to die for it. No one would convince him otherwise.
Dean tucked Sam in on his side before he quickly joined the still naked hunter.
Sam hadn't wanted his pants back on, mumbling that it was 'to much work'. Dean had barely been able to clean the man up, he kept going for the door saying he needed sleep.
Dean wrapped Sam in his arms, burying his face in the guys hair. He still couldn't believe that had actually happened. That he and Sam had sex. Well, he, Sam and Demon. He frowned at the thought of Demon, of what the guy was planning. Dean was gonna talk him out of it, somehow. For now, though, he scooted closer to Sam, letting his eyelids slowly close as sleep claimed him and his hunter.