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

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Dean Colt had the 6'4" 250 pound Sam look-a-like face first against the building wall fucking into him like there was no tomorrow! For three months that was the way it went. Dean would find someone who resembled Sam Winchester and fuck him into to the night. Tonight marked three months to the night that Sam-whatever-the-fuck-he-was had made him submit to his sexual desires and ignited a spark in his lonely soul. Three months of nameless fucks he just pounded into, dominating them with the same brutal force Sam has shown him. But where Dean had felt a connection with Sam these men were just holes to be used and discarded. He was still waiting for his real revenge on Sam's ass. As he pounded into the man against the wall he let his mind wander down the path that brought him here.

After his little run in with Sam he had used his contacts to find a man by the name of Caleb, a hunter of the supernatural. Dean was certain Sam wasn't 100% human and wasn't surprised to find out that Sam had a reputation and was a hunter as well. Caleb had told him that those in the hunting community kept a distance from the young man. Rumors had it he was the Devil himself but he exorcised a lot of demons and kept civilians safe from things that went bump in the night so no one bothered him. In his many years of his profession Dean knew how to move to avoid being detected, apparently so did Sam. He had to give the man credit; hiding among hunters while he himself was something that they would hunt was a brilliant disguise. Plus he could probably use his freaky mind control shit and have anyone who wanted him dead taken care of before they became a threat. And that brought his thoughts to Caleb again. Caleb and the hot, tight ass he was plunging balls deep into. He was about to cum and reached around and took look-a-like Sam's dick in his hand and jacked the shit out of him. It was over in a matter of seconds, both men spent. Dean shoved off the cheap fuck and zipped himself up. Throwing a 100 at the man's feet he took his leave.

He got into the Impala thinking about everything Caleb had taught him. It had been three months and he hadn't been able to track Sam, regardless of them being bound to each other, or so Sam had said in his letter. Now it was time to summon the bastard! 50/50 chance it would work. Sam wasn't completely a demon Caleb had surmised so Dean might not be able to summon Sam to him. But there was a good chance that if Dean did the ritual and then burnt the hex bag Caleb had given him Sam would be compelled to find him. And when that bastard came knocking on Dean's door he would be prepared to give the little bitch some major ass fucking payback! He had a devil's trap on the ceiling, salt on hand along with enough holy water to drown a demon. But if Sam was still human…well that would make things so much easier. The supernatural bullshit wasn't for him. Give him a nice human target to take down and he was happy. Anyway he wasn't going to kill Sam Winchester, just fuck him up good and then beg to be his right hand man. Hey, he wasn't going down without a fight and if he was honest with himself he was already bound to the demonic prick or he wouldn't have spent the last 90 days fucking Sam look-a-likes. If he had to face the truth the truth was that Sam had opened Dean's soul. Yes it was mostly one sided, Sam's side, but even in those few moments and the fact that Sam pulled his ass out of the fire afterwords was the most love he had gotten in a long time. Back in the roach motel he was holding up in he took out the leather bound journal Caleb had given him and the large leather tome that had everything you wanted to know and more about demons in it. Whatever Sam was, tonight he was going to be Dean's. Tomorrow he'd figure out the rest.

The ritual was laid out and the hex bag burned, now came the wait…which wasn't long. Dean was rereading the summoning ritual to himself when the candles went out and the door to his room crashed opened. Looking up, trying to remain calm, he saw a large figure standing in the doorway. The figure walked into the room and the lights came on. Stepping completely into the room the door slammed behind him. Dean smirked as Sam walked a few steps toward him and then abruptly stopped. Both men looked up and it was Sam's turn to smirk.

"Well done Dean," he said with smug satisfaction.

"Yeah, well you want out of that trap you'll answer some questions first you arrogant prick!"

Sam might as well pretend to play along. At least he was finally glad Dean decided to contact him. He had been watching Dean ever since their last meeting. He had seen Dean take all those men that looked like him and fuck them within an inch of their lives. It had been three months of nightly beating off as he watched with fascination the creature that was Dean Colt. But he wouldn't corrupt Dean without his consent. If Dean wanted Sam he was going to have to find him. Sam didn't want a consort that was spelled to love and obey him. So even though he was inside a devil's trap and facing a cute when he was angry Dean he was thrilled to finally be in Dean's presence. The man had so much potential and together they would make an unstoppable team.

"Let's play a game," Sam said as he looked Dean up and down.

Dean felt his nerve leave him as he felt Sam trying to get inside his head. Well Dean had a surprise waiting for the cocky asshole. Pulling down the neckline of his tee Dean showed Sam the anti-possession tattoo that also prevented demons from playing fucking mind games with his head. Seeing the confident smile wiped off Sam's face was priceless. The bitch couldn't fuck with him at all. With added confidence he regained his composure.

Sam didn't let his nerves show in the fact that he couldn't control Dean's mind or body. If Dean had that protection and still summoned him then could it mean that Dean truly wanted him? That would be a first, someone actually wanting him. Sure he could have his pick of any man or woman but no one had actually come to him willingly. Dean was a unique creature indeed.

"I'm all for games baby," Dean said as he stepped closer to Sam. "How about I ask you answer and we won't have to break out the holy water or use this pretty little knife I found on your pretty little face."

Dean loved how Sam's eyes grew wide at seeing the blade that was rumored to be able to kill demons. Glad that rumor was true was running through Dean's mind as he saw Sam's hands go up to his shirt. With one fluid motion the shirt was off and lying outside the trap.

"How about I just strip naked and let you fuck me the way you fucked all those nameless men in the back alley. Hard and rough. You would like that wouldn't you Dean? To slam me against a wall, or bend me over a table and pump that gorgeous dick of yours into my ass."

Sam was undressing himself slowly and Dean's eyes were eating it up! Things probably weren't going the way Dean wanted them to go but it didn't matter as long as he got to fuck Sam and Sam fucked him again it would all work itself out. Dean knew he was being challenged and he was rising to the occasion – very literally.

"I'm going to enjoy having you on your hands and knees begging for me bitch."

"Bring it on jerk." Sam was naked now and had his arms out just egging Dean on.

Only problem was Sam wasn't coming out of the devil's trap and Dean wasn't going into it where he would be at Sam's mercy again. So Dean was going to have to make Sam beg for him from outside the trap…could prove to be a very fun night, for Dean at least.

TBC