Chapter One: In which Dean is screwed over. And screwed over royally at that.

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Dedicated to my pal from TDP, SilentWolf92, to whom I have promised to abstain from leetspeak forever. And who likes to laugh at MARY SUES!

The setting is a small, dank dusty yet somehow wet room. There is one chair, in which poor Dean is tied to, and a bare lightbulb.

Several of the WinSisters

The coarse burlap bag was yanked from Dean's head none too gently by Susanna Tigerhe-fuck it! By Sue. Mary and Ella clamoured to see him. And grope him too.

Dean started yelling, "SAMMY! SAMMY, YOU PSYCHIC SHITHEAD! SAMMY! COME ON MAN, HEAR ME!"

Sue waved a mocking finger at him, shoving a ball gag into his mouth (What the fck, into bondage now?) and stroking his hair in a very creepy fashion, Sammy can't hear you now Dean. And that's a good thing. Because we're not through with you Dean."

"Yeah, like, we haven't even started!" Ella piped up, then sprang forward causing unnecessary bouncing in the chest area (SPORTS BRA, LADIES!) and held up a huge ledger titled 'Operation Wincest; Code Dean'

"Dean Winchester, you are detained under orders of the head of SN Fans United: Wincest Faction. You have the right to remain silent, you have the right to take off your clothes and you have the right to shag your little brother!"

"WHAT?!" Dean involuntarily gagged, coughing out the ball gag with a vehement shout, "You crazy- He's my- OH GOD!"

"Oh, don't be like that Dean. You can't say you haven't looked at him… Admired him after a shower, all wet and glistening…"

Dean stared, his jaw in danger of hitting the floor.

"You can't say you never thought of taking him, then and there…" Sue crooned.

"Lady, he's my little brother. Family. I'm not going to rpe Sam!"

At once, the WinSisters laughed, "Oh, you'll think different soon… Sooooon…"

He groaned. This would be a long night.

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Several hours, 6 gay porn magazines and 156 whispered obscenities later and they were still no closer to Wincestanising Dean.

"Okay, girls! Bring out the BIG GUNS!"

Mary whipped out a thick plastic circle on a string, the circle being swirled and began saying it in front of their captive's eyes,

"You are feeling sleepy… Veeerry Sleepy… She intoned, falling forward in a deep slumber, shoring like a train's whistle. A very refined and, um, musical train whistle, that is. Of course.

Ella and Sue groaned, the former snatching up the swirl and waving it at Dean to the same conclusion.

Sue resorted to a different method. She got a circle of cardboard with a naked lady on it (Ball gags, burlap, swirls and now that?) then threw it over her shoulder, yanked open a drawer and seized the plot-hole inside, advancing on Dean with her weapon in hand. Hands.

There was an audible gulp from the chair.

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"Dean!" Sam was washed with warm (Always Avoid Alliteration!) welief, err, relief at the sight of his older, dazed brother standing in the hall dozily, "Jesus Christ, you okay?

Dean jerked awake, then seeing Sammy, licked his lips hungrily.

"Sammy, I think you and I need to get know each other better." He sidled forward, leering up at his 'little' six foot 4 inch tall brother.

Sam backed away cautiously, "Dean, are you okay? Dean? What are you doing? Dean!"

And exeunt I from the word document tonight. Unless I start thinking again.

Not flipping likely!