Title: Hired Gun

Summary: Dean Colt is a gun for hire and his next job is to keep Sam Winchester from reaching his 22nd birthday and developing his demonic powers. After a rousing one-night stand with (evil!Sam) his life will never be the same. Vowing to find the man that ignited his soul Dean not only fights with his emotions but a destiny that has him destroying the very man he may love.

Author's note: Still a chapter in Good Enough but I decided to expand it into its own novella.

Rating: NC-17 (m/m sex, violence, language)

THEN:

The club was upscale, more upscale than he was use to meeting in given his line of work. Most people wanting his services met him in a dark alley, or under a bridge on the outskirts of town. Seldom did they meet him so openly, though no one knew what line of work he was in. To those around them it was just a man and woman on a casual date. His stint in the army as well as his ex-Marine father's rigorous training as a young adult made him the perfect candidate as hired mercenary. His antisocial behavior, some would say he was borderline sociopath and those were the ones that were being nice, qualified him for nothing more than a life of pain and suffering. But hey, if he could clear 20 grand or more per hit...well then he might as well put his God given talents to good use. So he sat across from a smoking hot blond in a dimly lit booth at the back of a swanky club discussing the latest job. She was willing to pay 50 thousand if Dean made the death look like an accident or perhaps even a suicide. He took in everything she was saying, in his line of work the fewer questions one asked the easier the hit. Give him specifics and he would supply the logistics and get the job done.

"So you want me to make it look accidental. That's easy enough." Dean was good at reading people and he knew that this lady was hiding something but he got the name, and location of Sam Winchester and exited the club with 10,000 up front just for the meeting.

Dean found Sam no problem, though keeping track of him was proving hard. The kid moved around a lot and after observing him for a few days he knew Sam kept an arsenal in his trunk, was good in all forms of weapons and hand to hand, and killed supernatural creatures. But it wasn't his place to ask questions, just complete the mission. Which he had three more days to do. It had to be on the day of Sam's 22nd birthday. Making Sam's death look like an accident would be easy, the kid was courting seven kinds of danger daily. This would be the easiest money Dean made this year, and that thought made him happy. He would be able to retire in Mexico nicely on what he had saved up over the course of his work. He was getting tired of the US and dreamed of tequila filled orgies and continuing his practice south of the border. He could literally make a killing - no pun intended.

Sam knew he was being followed. He didn't need demonic power to know that a hit was out on him. He had known since he was 14 that if he survived to his 22nd birthday that he would be bestowed with colossal powers and that every demon opposed to his Father would want to off him before he assumed his role in Hell. Sam also knew that no demon had the balls to kill him outright, or even hint at being the cause of his death so they would have to hire an outsider, a human for the job. Apparently they had hired a young, clean cut man in a black car to do the deed, at least that was the man and vehicle Sam had seen out of the corner of his eye the last few days. However he had a trick up his sleeve, his powers were already developing and at an excelled rate since he was open to them now. He would be granted full power on his 22nd but he had enough use of his abilities to have some fun with this hunter. How ironic it was that he was the most powerful supernatural being on Earth yet hunted other beings while being hunted himself by a human. One's head could explode just thinking about the irony in it! He would give the hired gun till the eve of his 22nd birthday then unleash his powers on him. Did he mention that the human was gorgeous? Well he was and Sam was going to have so much fun with him. Testing his new found abilities out on the human, pushing him to his limits, and if the human was lucky letting him go afterword. Sam would have no need for humans after his 22nd...but one night of fun before the party ended would be nice.

He had not seen this coming! One minute he was following behind Sam's car, the next the man was in the passenger seat of his, and Dean was powerless to do anything but submit to whatever Sam wanted from him. He did know that he had less than 12 hours to kill Sam Winchester to collect the big payday, no pressure.

"Drive to the intersection and take a left," Sam instructed and Dean had no will to fight. "Follow US-22 for about three miles then take the road on the right."

Wherever they were going was taking them far away from the city, far away from civilization, far away from anyone that could hear Dean scream. Not that he was afraid, or that the situation was out of his control. If he played his cards right it could work well for him. No one would hear Sam's death cry. It did bother him that he seemed compelled to do the young man's wishes though.

Sam sat quietly, he was having to concentrate a little bit harder on getting Dean to do his bidding - but the headache was worth it. There was something about the assassin that intrigued him and something about him that challenged Sam, and Sam was needing a challenge. Lilith had sent a fine specimen of a human to kill him, he would have to thank her for it before he ended her miserably existence for good. Dean was a few inches shorter than him with a physique that could be compared to the statues of gods and heroes. Not that Sam had seen the naked flesh below the clothing, but Dean filled out his jeans and shirt well. Sam's heart sped up a little in anticipation of seeing Dean's bare body before him, at his whims. However his thoughts were brought back to the present as they had gone as far as Dean's Impala could take them on the dirt road.

"We hike in from here," Sam said as he nonchalantly got out of the car. He bent down and spoke to his captive. "You coming or what?" Dean was fighting him, no one had been able to fight him before. Things could get really interesting!

Dean had a decision to make. To follow Sam into the woods and continue to fight the whacky mind control thing the young man seemed to have on him so he could kill him before time ran out, or off the bastard now and run for his life! His body wanted to follow Sam, while his mind said kill the bitch. He gave into his body's desire to follow the gorgeous creature, and Sam was officially a creature in his eyes, wherever he wanted them to go.

"Damn it," Dean screamed and hit the steering wheel. He had no control now but to follow Sam. He heard Sam laugh as he got out of the car.

Sam walked over to the driver's side and leaned against the Impala.

"Dude!" Dean yelled at the figure now leaning against his baby. "Get off! Don't scratch the paint!"

Sam laughed again. He had the hunter out in the middle of nowhere, miles away from anyone, had him under mind control (sort of) and he was worried about the paint job? Sam was doubling over with laughter now but was yanked upright by Dean.

"Back off buddy," Sam said and Dean was physically thrown away from Sam, though Sam had not touched him.

The smile on Sam's face was replaced by an evil smirk. "You want to play, we'll play," he hissed. "Strip for me, slowly."

Dean wanted to say "Go to hell" to punch the asshole in the face but all he could do was obey the command. His hands came up and unbuttoned his shirt.

"Slowly," Sam purred as he watched the show still leaning against the Impala. God he was enjoying the show!

Dean slowed his hands down and once the shirt was unbuttoned slowly pulled it off his chest. His hands then went to the hem of his t-shirt and lifted it up and over his head.

Sam's eyes went wide, the body beneath the clothes was much more spectacular than he had even dreamed of! His chest was sculpted, his abs were a solid six pack and the V of his hips were showing through the lowrise jeans he was wearing. All Sam could think about, besides keeping Dean under his control was running his hands over that hard body. But he would let Dean do that for him. His gaze over Dean's bare chest was interrupted when he saw him unbutton those lowrise jeans and undo the zipper. Once that was accomplished Dean made to pull them off but Sam stopped him.

"Stop. Leave them unbuttoned for now." Sam was enjoying the view of the sculpted body, the hint of his waist and thighs and the bulge that was under his briefs. Dean was hard so did that mean he was enjoying stripping for him? All the better Sam thought as he admired the assassin.

Dean looked like a model for whatever you wanted, underwear, cologne, pin-up, porn star. He was so fucking beautiful that Sam was having difficulty deciding what to do next! They had eight hours to kill before his birthday and this was the best fucking present he had ever received.

"Kiss me," Sam commanded.

Dean hesitated. He wasn't into guys but he couldn't resist Sam's voice or that body leaned against his baby making him do things he would never do, yet was enjoying.

The kiss was slow as Dean was hesitant to kiss the creature that had him halfway naked and more than halfway hard! However the gentle bit at his bottom lip, the flick of Sam's tongue over his upper lip, Sam sucking his lip into his mouth broke Dean's concentration at not being controlled and soon his mouth was accepting Sam's tongue and it felt amazing!

Dean's body was absolute-fucking-amazing to touch! The heat and warmth radiating off of the naked flesh electrified Sam's senses, made him stronger. "Interesting," he thought in his mind but said out loud.

"What," Dean demanded?

"Nothing," Sam said breathy as he reclaimed Dean's mouth. Everything inside him screamed MINE! Dean was his, would be his. He broke the kiss to get his shirt off. That's when he noticed the pendant around Dean's neck. So that was why he was having a hard time controlling Dean. Dean was protected by God against evil, the pendant provided the protection but it wasn't as strong as Sam. Sam would damn well make sure of that. He went to remove it from Dean's neck but was seared with pain as he touched the cord.

"Son of a bitch," Sam yelled as his palm had charred!

Dean noticed the indentation of the pendant on the palm of Sam's hand and smirked. Served the bastard right! But he was so fucking horny now he wanted to hump the shit out of Sam! Pendant or not. Dean went back in to kiss Sam and the pendant bumped against the naked flesh above Sam's heart.

Sam felt like his blood was on fire as the pendant once again seared his flesh. But the next minute he felt weak and cold. Dean was supporting his weight, assaulting his mouth, making it difficult to breathe in air without the scent or warmth of Dean in it.

"You're my bitch now," Dean mouthed as his lips found Sam's neck and began to nip and bite.

Though Sam knew the effects of the pendant were temporary he didn't have the strength right now to smart off to Dean. He just let Dean think he was winning this battle of wills. His dick twitched hard when Dean's breath whispered into his ear.

"You are branded now Sam. You're mine." Where this was coming from Dean didn't know? This wasn't him, but he felt like he belonged with this man, this creature. He wrestled the feelings away and pulled off. He was now back in control of himself.

Sam saw what was happening and increased his efforts to control Dean. So he had the mark of the assassin on his chest, above his heart, didn't mean anything. Dean was a human, though a human that he could corrupt and bend to his will. He could come in handy in Sam's mission as future Prince of Hell. A hired gun and a slut to warm his bed. Sam doubled his efforts, having to wipe the blood from his nose.

Dean caved into Sam's will. He knew that even though his brand was above Sam's heart that he was marked as well. Marked as whatever fuckbuddy this creature wanted him to be.

"Strip the rest of the way," Sam barked!

Dean obeyed. Removing his shoes and socks, jeans and briefs until he was naked before Sam. Sam ran his hands over his exposed body like he was a bull at market. Pinching, prodding, feeling him up. Once he was behind Dean he leaned in so Dean could feel the warmth of his chest pressed against his back. Dean struggled to stay upright as Sam's hands went down to his ass cheeks. One hand opened them wide while the other came to the front grabbing his cock and sliding up and down.

"No," Dean managed to get out as he felt Sam's fingers circling around his asshole. He wasn't going to beg not to be violated like this, in the open, as a creature's bitch but he was fearful for his life now.

"Yes," Sam hissed and pushed through. He had to hold Dean up as the assassin melted into his finger. "Such a good whore aren't you. You like this Dean," Sam was trying to convince Dean that he liked riding Sam's finger. "I've got so much more planned for you." Sam slipped two more fingers inside Dean.

"Please, stop," Dean's voice was strangled.

Something in the man's plea made Sam take a step back from what he was doing. Suddenly it dawned on Sam that there was a better way to get inside Dean. If Dean was willing then it would be so much more enjoyable for them both. He began to recite a spell he had learned ages ago.

What was this fucker doing Dean thought as he was relieved that the fingers were out of him, but missing them as well? That was just sick to him! He wasn't into men, but he wanted to be into Sam. The strange language Sam was chanting made his blood run hot. He felt electrified, and then he felt an overwhelming desire to fuck Sam's brains out.

"Lean over the car Dean. I'm going to take you on your baby."

Dean rested his chest and belly on the hood of the Impala and Sam came up behind him pushing his legs wide. Removing his own clothes Sam bent over Dean and enjoyed the heat, the closeness. This was a good present and he knew when it was over he wasn't going to let Dean go.

"I have a proposition to make," he said as he breathed into Dean's ear. Dean was immediately hard. Brainwashed or not he was actually beginning to enjoy Sam's body.

"Yeah, what's that? You'll fuck me gently? Come on you fucking prick I can take whatever you have to give." Dean was not completely under the spell and was wanting nothing more than to be fucked by Sam.

"No my pet," Sam purred as his lips and teeth marked Dean's neck. Dean was disappointed.

"I want you to work for me. Be my hired gun. My muscle...my lover," and his mouth sucked on Dean's shoulder leaving his own mark.

Dean's mind was screaming now but his body was screaming FUCK YEAH!

"I'd pay you well. You can have whatever you want."

"I want you to shut the hell up and fuck me already!"

The spell was working better than he had anticipated. Dean wanted him, at least his body did...Sam would work on his mind later. Right now his own dick needed to slam into the muscled hunter leaned over the Impala. He conjured up lube and a condom - he had no idea where this man had been, but he knew where Dean would be going. His powers were getting stronger now since he could easily conjure up whatever he wanted and his headache was gone. Dean was submitting to him easier as well and a quick glance at his watch told him why. In 10 minutes he would be 22 and with full powers!

Dean expected Sam entering him to hurt, burn, tear him apart but the younger man slid in easily. As easy as he went in he filled Dean up completely but was still.

"GOD DAMN IT MOVE YOUR DICK ASSHOLE!" He was impatient to have Sam claim him. For a second he thought where the hell that thought had come from but then Sam began to fuck into him and he lost all reasoning abilities!

"So fucking tight baby." Sam said as he gripped Dean's hips and slammed harder and harder into him. "I'm going to have fun loosening your tight little hole up. I'm going to fuck you so good, so long you'll see stars. Then I'm going to cum inside you, flip you over onto the hood and suck your dick. Going to swallow you down baby."

Dean would have cum right then and there but he couldn't. Somehow the evil bastard taking him to the brink of pleasure was preventing it. "Bastard, let me cum," he meant to sound demanding but it was pure pleading.

"Down my throat bitch," and then Sam's hand hit his cheeks while he was still thrusting into him. Dean began to babble.

Sam was seeing stars! The mix of his powers coming to him and being balls deep inside Dean blurred his vision, hell probably even blurred reality. He was the Antichrist after all and when he was happy the world was happy and right now Sam Winchester was un-fucking-believably happy. He shot hard and long into Dean's ass and then true to his dirty words pulled out and turned Dean around. He was shocked to see tears were freely flowing down Dean's face and immediately he worried he had pushed too much.

"Dean?"

"'msogood," was the mumble. He was slurring his words.

"FUCK!" Was all Dean could say as Sam swallowed him whole and a minute later he was shooting down Sam's throat. Gaining his composure for a second he managed to say, "Greedy little cocksucker aren't we," with a smile. He was glad Sam was holding him up because he felt pretty boneless.

When Dean woke up the next morning he was in the back seat of the Impala and Sam Winchester was nowhere to be seen. He was sore all over from the awesome sexapade he had the night before but got up anyway, stretching his worn muscles. The sight that greeted him made him hurl! Around the Impala were bodies, ripped opened or with their throats slashed. It looked like a nuke had gone off around the car as well with trees blown down and dark scorch marks, yet he was unscathed. He dressed and as he was getting into the driver's seat he saw a piece of paper on the windshield.

Dean, my offer stands. Be with me, be my right hand man. Don't worry about the demons that hired you, I've taken care of them. No one will touch you. In the glovebox is 50k use it as you want - it's yours and you deserve it. I know you can find me, I bear your mark. The choice is yours.

Sam W.

Dean's life was about to get so much more complicated. He still didn't know what Sam really was but he was powerful and he didn't want to be on the receiving end of his ire. No he wanted to be on the receiving end of his cock. Was he still spelled? He didn't know but he knew he would be moving heaven and hell to find Sam Winchester again.

TBC