Fuck it, Fake it
Standing at the edge of his bed, was none other then Castiel. Dean jerked awake and grabbed the pistol out from under his pillow, pointing it in the direction of the angel when Sam screamed. After a few tense moments, Dean realized it was Castiel and glared "Damnit Cas." He growled out, putting the gun back under his pillow and flopping back down onto the bed. His arm tensed around Sam, pulling him against him. "Go'way." Dean grumbled, closing his eyes. Sam bit his bottom lip when Dean pulled him against him, knowing full well Dean would...feel something. Trying to scoot back he shot a glare at the angel. "What Cas?" He asked, rolling over in Deans grip to face the angel. Dean grumbled, rolling over too and pulling Sam against him again, biting back a moan when his erection pressed against Sams ass. Sams breath hitched when he felt Deans dick pressing against his ass, and couldn't help but press back against him. Dean groaned lowly, thrusting forward before slipping his brothers boxers down and thrusting against him, his clothed dick slipping between Sams ass cheeks.
Castiel seemed to notice what was going on and disappeared quickly, after a disapproving look shot towards Sam. Sam honestly didn't care, as he moaned at the feeling of his brothers dick pressing against his hole. "De..More..please." Sam moaned, pressing back against Dean even more, gasping when his brothers hand slipped around the front and began to stroke him in time with his thrusts. "Mmm" Dean groaned, rolling them over and pulling Sam up onto his knees. Slipping down he smirked, before brushing Sams entrance with his tongue. Sam moaned pushing his ass back towards Dean, gasping as Deans tongue circled his entrance before thrusting in and out at a rapid pace. "De! I'ma!" Sam gasped out, groaning when the tongue was removed.
However he didn't have time to complain when Deans mouth closed around his cock, glancing down he saw his brother laying sideways on the bed, sucking and circling the head of his cock with his tongue. A finger slipped into his ass and he cried out as he came, legs twitching as Dean took him for all he was worth, swallowing it down. Once the flacid cock slipped from his lips, Dean slipped out from under him. "Your delicious." He whispered, kissing Sams neck. Sam collapsed onto the bed, turning his head to look at Dean. "Not...that i'm complaining...but what the hell?" Sam asked, and Dean blinked at him. "Oh shit. Fuck. FUCK!" Dean cried, scrambling away from Sam. "De?" Sam whispered, tears welling up in his eyes.
Dean scrambled off the bed, stalking back and forth across the room cussing himself. How could he do that to his brother? His BROTHER? Not only was Sam his brother, but he just escaped an abusive relationship, where he was raped god knows how many times. Dean had just practically raped his brother. "I'm going to be sick." He whispered, not knowing Sam heard him as he fled from the room to throw up. Sam watched Dean run out of the room after whispering about being sick.
He's disgusted...he doesn't want me. He'll never want me once he finds out...I wanted it, but now...now he'll hate me. Tears that had welled up, flowed down his cheeks as he scrambled off the bed, stumbling around for his jeans and shirt. Pulling up his boxers and pants he blindly buttoned them before pulling on his shirt, stumbling towards the door as a sob escaped his throat. He managed to get out of the room and down the hall, stumbling out the front door before he collapsed against the railing. Tears streaming down his face, blurring his sight.
He knew in hindsight he shouldn't be running away, that Dean didn't REALLY hate him. But the fear of rejection, that he'd disgust his brother drove him to flee. Slowly moving down the steps he headed towards the exit of Bobbys junkyard. Only stopping when Rumsfeld ran up and tried to herd him back towards the house. "I can't boy." Sam whispered, sliding down the side of the car he stopped by, leaning against it as he sat on the ground. "He'll be disgusted if he finds out I wanted it." He whispered, stroking Rumsfeld head. Rumsfeld whined, before laying down across Sams lap keeping watch over one of his humans, while Sam dozed off. He woke sometime later to the sound of Rumsfeld growling. His brows furrowed, Rumsfeld wouldn't growl at Dean or Bobby...opening his eyes expecting to see Castiel standing there he gasped when instead he saw Lucas standing there, with a gun aimed at Rumsfeld. "Call off the dog and come here, Sam." Sam hesitated and Lucas cocked the gun, causing Sam to wrap his arms around Rumsfeld, pulling the Rottie off his lap and making him sit next to him. "When I distract him...go get Dean." Sam whispered in the dogs ear. "Stay." He stood up then, and walked slowly towards Lucas who backhanded him when he got close enough. "You were a bad whore Sam. I thought you knew better then running off to other men. No one will ever want you but me." Lucas hissed, ignoring Sams whimper of pain as he tightened his hold on one of Sams arms. Sam slowly looked at him, though not directly because Lucas never liked that.
"I'm sorry. Please let me make it up to you." Sam drawled, voice devoid of any emotion as he silently prayed Dean got there soon. "Oh you will babe. Over. And over." Lucas stepped forward forcing his tongue into Sams mouth, gagging him with it before roughly biting his bottom lip, drawing blood. Sam whimpered and gasped in pain, Lucas pulling him against him. "Who do you belong to?" He hissed into Sams ear. Sam closed his eyes Dean "You" He replied, tears welling up again but he tried to force them away. He wouldn't let Lucas see him cry. "Damn right." Lucas said before dragging Sam off, not noticing when Sam dropped the photo of him and Dean when they were kids, something Dean knew he'd never leave behind willingly.
Fifteen minutes later Lucas shoved Sam through the motel room door and down onto the bed face down. He didn't even give Sam time to turn over, before he was yanking his Jeans and boxers off, undoing his own and climbing over Sam. "Who do you belong to?" Lucas whispered, biting Sams neck and drawing blood as he bit down harder and sucked. Sam gasped out "Y-you" Lucas smirked against his flesh, licking the wound. "Thats right babe." Before he shoved into Sam unprepared and dry. Sam screamed as he felt himself being ripped open, tears he'd been trying to hold back spilling over and dripping down onto the mattress as Lucas pounded into him, using his blood to lubricate himself. "Who owns you? You dirty little whore." Lucas demanded, slamming into him harder and faster. "Y-ou!" Sam cried out, trying to wriggle out from under him.
"You better never forget it. Say you like it. Say you like when I rip you open." Lucas hissed, feeling his balls tighten. When Sam didn't say anything he reached up and jerked Sams head back, causing Sam to cry out in pain. "Say it whore." "I-I Li..k..ke it!" Tears ran rampant down Sams face, mixing with the blood from his mouth. Sam felt Lucas tense and closed his eyes as the hot seed was released inside him, burning the wounds Lucas had caused. Gasping Sam closed his eyes tight, though Lucas didn't stop when he'd came instead he continued to pound into Sam harder then before and rougher. "I'm going to keep going till you don't forget who owns you my little pet." Lucas whispered, biting Sams ear.
Sam wasn't sure how many times or how long Lucas raped him, just that his ass was bloody and sore, raw and Lucas was still going at it. "Lucas! Stop please!" Sam cried out as Lucas bit down on his shoulder, ripping the skin there and shifting to thrust rougher into him causing a new flash of pain to rip through him. "P-LEASE STOP!" Sam screamed, only to have Lucas shove his face into the mattress. "Shut up whore. You know you love being my little toy." Sam was both relieved and mortified when the door was kicked in and he struggled to turn his head just in time to see Dean yank Lucas off him causing Sam to cry out from the pain. Bobby rushed over "Shit!"
He cussed, washing some of the blood away even though more was still coming from his ass as well as Lucas' seed. "Dean! Sam needs a hospital and fast!" Bobby called, rubbing soothing circles in Sams back as Sam sobbed. "Its okay Sam. Its okay." He whispered. "We'll get ya all cleaned up and to the hospital." Sams head shook "Cas...please Cas...no hospitals." Sam pleaded. Sam heard a gunshot then, and twisted his head to the side, green eyes searching. "DE?" He knew Lucas had a gun in here...please god let Dean be okay. The bed dipped and a hand was placed on his back, moving up to his head. "Shh Its okay Sammy." Dean whispered, rubbing the back of Sams neck. "De!" Sam tried to shuffle around, wanting to see his brother. "Stay still." Dean said, stilling his attempt.
However Dean did move around, letting Sam rest his head in Deans lap. Dean ran his fingers through Sams hair "Cas?" Dean called, waiting for a few minutes before the tell tale rustle of wings was heard. "Sam! What happened?" The angel actually sounded worried. "Lucas found him...Cas please...help him. He refuses to go to the hospital." Deans voice sounded like he'd been crying, and whatever Castiel saw caused him to rush over and carefully place his hands on Sams back, hesitating until he got a nod from Sam to place the other on his butt. His hands began to glow, and the pain ebbed away as did the blood and semen. After a few minutes he removed his hands "Sam should be fine now...physically..." He whispered, nodding towards Sam who'd fallen asleep in Deans lap.
"What happened to Lucas?" Castiel asked, glancing around the room. "I killed him. Bobby is disposing of the body. Cas...There was a lot of blood...how bad was?" Castiel frowned and looked at Dean. "If he'd refused the hospital and you hadn't have called me. He would have developed a sever infection due to the rips in his anal cavity and it would have moved to the blood stream...without treatment a few weeks before he died at the most." Dean closed his eyes tightly as he took a deep breath and his fingers stroked slightly firmer. "De?" Came the quiet, questioning voice of Sam. Dean glanced down at his brothers tear streaked face and smiled a strained smile "I'm here. You're alright. Cas healed you." He whispered, brushing the hair from Sams face.
Sam seemed to relax at this, and nuzzled his face into Deans leg before closing his eyes again. Dean continued to brush his hair back when Bobby came into the room and looked at the two of them, before glancing at Castiel, nodding in his direction. "Dean." Dean looked up and shot the older hunter a questioning look. "We should get him home." Dean nodded and gently extracted himself before scooping Sam up into his arms, having a sense of deja vu he sighed and carried his overgrown brother out to the Impala. When they got back to Bobbies he carried Sam inside and up to their shared bedroom placing him down on the bed and stripping him of his clothes, before pulling on clean boxers and tucking him into the bed. Dean then settled down next to the bed, drifting off in the rather uncomfortable chair with one thought on his mind. Sammy's safe. Sure he didn't know what the hell lay ahead of them, or how awkward it'd be after...he practically raped his brother but he knew one thing for damn sure. He wasn't letting Sammy out of his sight for a good long while.
A/N: Alright. R&R. Played with the Idea of it being Lucas standing beside the bed, but liked this better. Also, incase it wasn't clear Dean was still rather drunk, and out of it in the start of the chapter. MMMK. Next chapter out ASAP.