Repeat of Author's note: Aside from all the usual disclaimers... this story contains Extremely Explicit Violent and Sexual Content. (not wincest) The author in no way, shape or form condones violence to women. This story is written entirely for fictional and entertainment purposes only. You have been warned.
As they loaded their bags into the car, Sam and Dean both realized what a disadvantage they were at here. It seemed Grams had an entire army at her disposal, including the police. Dean held Rose's shotgun, loading her bullets into it. What was it Rose had said about them being from an ancient alter cup? He looked at one of the bullets more closely. He could faintly make out the etching on the casing – similar to the writing on her ring. He loaded up the rest of his weapons, loading two pistols with the last of their silver bullets, putting his bowie knife in its sheath on his hip and checking the flasks he carried to be sure they had enough holy water. He took Rose's butterfly switchblade and put it in his boot, as well as her throwing stars, tucking those into an inner jacket pocket. He examined one closely, and sure enough, it had the same faint etching as the bullets.
Next to him, Sam was silently loading up his own arsenal – and preparing his mind for what he knew he needed to do. He hadn't told Dean he had been secretly practicing his new abilities. So far he had mastered Max's ability to move things with his mind, but he had been reluctant to practice Andy's mind control. The only people around him most of the time were Dean and Rose and after what happened with Rose the first time he discovered it, he was afraid to try it again.
Almost as if reading his mind, Dean blurted out, "Sammy, I just gotta know. Just how did you know about the mole on Rose's ass?" Dean was looking at him, smirking, trying to lighten the mood.
"Oh, uh, that," Sam became flustered again just as he had in the police station. He ran his hand through his hair, obviously uncomfortable. "Aww, hell, Dean! You try sleeping next to her night after night! Did you know that she purrs in her sleep? Yeah, that's right purrs. Like a kitten. It's just too…." he stopped himself from saying the word hot, knowing how much it would sound like Dean. They had decided that first night that Rose would sleep in Sam's bed after the way she reacted in fear to Dean when he came toward her with the handcuffs. Deep inside him, Dean knew she had reason to fear him. Something about her made his blood race and even he didn't know what he might do.
Dean raised his eyebrows at Sammy, realizing she had the same effect on him too. His grin grew even larger, "Yeah, I figured as much," he lied. "Specially seeing the two of you curled up together every morning." Dean remembered that it only took three days for Sam and Rose to begin cuddling into each other's arms as they slept. He never asked them about it, and neither of them tried to explain anything to him. He just didn't know how far it had gone. He decided to step over the boundary of his brother's sex life and ask, "Sam," he said, getting serious, "Just how far have you…"
Sam shot him a look that said shut up now. "No, Dean, we did not have sex," he said coldly, lying to his brother. "We just… oh, never mind! Forget it, Dean, we are not having this conversation!" Sam's mind wandered back to the first night that Dean had left them alone in the motel room to hook up with a waitress at the local bar.
He had been dreaming that Rose was on top of him, riding him, arching her back and purring in that way that he'd grown used to as she slept. In his dream, he had pulled her down into him, mentally guiding her to go down on him. As he slowly realized that Rose was actually doing what he wanted her to in the dream, he came fully awake, watching her in amazement as she pulled his boxer shorts off him with one hand.
He wanted to stop but it was too late, his hard shaft was already in her mouth. Her tongue and hand followed his every mental command. He groaned with pleasure as she knew exactly what he wanted. This is wrong, he thought to himself but he continued to command her, mentally forcing her further down his shaft until her lips were at the base. Lord, most women would be gagging right now, he thought and then quickly, Relax your throat. Just a little further. He didn't believe she could go any further, but following his order, that's just what she did. Oh, god, Rose! Purr for me? And she began to purr, the vibration against his cock creating sensations he'd never felt before. This has to stop, he thought and Rose hesitated what she was doing. The hesitation only made him want her more.
He guided her with his mind back up to the tip of his shaft, her tongue flicking quickly back and forth then slowly circling the head in hot answer to his silent request. Grabbing the headboard for support, he bucked fully into her mouth again, and she met him as though she knew every move he was going to make before he did. With each thrust of his hips, he went further and further into her mouth and throat, her hot tongue knowing exactly where to lick and when and how hard to suck. You like that? he thought and she let out a little moan of ecstasy in answer to his thoughts.
He groaned again himself now at the sound of her pleasure, almost at the point of release, then pulled on her arm, still handcuffed to the bed behind him, pulling her off him so he wouldn't cum in her mouth. He bit his lip hard, not wanting to release just yet.
Rose, he thought, Rose, look at me. She looked up at him with longing in her sky blue eyes. Or was that just the mind control too? Oh, god, he thought inwardly. To her, he thought, We don't have to… you don't have to do anything you don't want to do.
She sat back on her heels, a pout coming into her lips, "Why, Sam? Don't you want me?" She looked down, not looking at him. Look at me. She looked into his eyes. "What do you want me to do?" she asked in a whisper, the longing in her eyes turning into hunger.
Not fully believing how far he could take this, he mentally commanded her, Strip. She obliged, slipping out of her black t-shirt and panties in a slow strip tease for him. You want out of those, too, don't you? he mentally teased her, indicating the handcuff on her right arm, and she began pulling on it, nodding, her eyes begging him to undo them. No, he thought and she let out a little whimper and stopped pulling on the handcuffs. She was up on her knees in front of him, her firm body inches away from his as he sat back against the headboard.
Bend over, he said in his mind and she instantly dropped on all fours across him, her right arm straining against the handcuffs. He looked down at her round ass as she leaned over him. He traced the outline of the cherry-colored mole on her left butt-cheek with his finger, causing goosebumps to appear on her flesh. He suddenly smacked her ass hard with the palm of his hand. Moans of ecstasy escaped Rose's lips with each strike of his hand as her cheeks turned rosy from the blows. "Oh, god, Sam!" she cried out.
"What do you want, Rose?" he asked out loud, teasing her again. He pulled her back up by her hair so she was sitting upright again, facing him.
"Fuck me," she pleaded, echoing Sam's sentiments.
Don't you want to play with yourself first? his mind said to her and her hand moved instinctively to her crotch. She arched her back, leaning on her right hand as the fingers of her left hand slid her slit open. Sam watched with interest as she began vigorously fingering herself, cream spilling out of her. Harder he ordered and she obeyed, moaning with delight. Sam almost couldn't stand the moans coming out of her, wanting to cum himself, so he shushed her quietly, "Shhhhh, don't make a sound." Rose quieted, biting her lip on the verge of a full blown orgasm but she stopped moaning, her eyes imploring Sam to please command her to cum.
"Not yet," he whispered to her, knowing what she wanted. The trembling in her thighs stopped, as he mentally instructed her, lie back. She leaned back on the pillow against the headboard, her hand still at her crotch, her orgasm still seconds away. He leaned into her, kissing her hard on the mouth and pulled her hand away from her crotch, putting his own hand inside her now, feeling the wetness of her between his fingers. She reached instinctively for his hard shaft, but he stopped her with a thought, No, no, no. Not yet, and she pulled her hand away. He continued kissing her, moving his mouth down her chin and running his tongue along her neck before reaching her breast. He pulled her breast into his mouth, sucking hard on her nipple, one hand at her throat. Oh, Rose, you are so wet he thought as his hand moved inside her. Feeling her throat tighten, he looked up to see her biting her lip but not making a sound as more and more wetness spilled onto his hand between her legs.
Laughing to himself, he realized he had told her to be quiet. "It's okay to tell me what you want, Rose," he whispered to her, "You don't have to hold it in." At his words, her moans escaped her as she breathed, "Fuck me, Sam. Please fuck me now! Please let me cum!" she pleaded again. He laughed out loud this time, grabbing her hair with his left hand and pulling her into a long and passionate kiss, his right hand still between her legs, fingering her clit. She moaned into his mouth, kissing him back hard, her tongue searching his, her hands behind her on the bed.
His brain was on fire with this power he held over her, and so was his body. He couldn't wait any longer. He slid up under her, taking her hand in his and pulling her body onto him. He slipped easily into her and her body moved in perfect rhythm with his in a mind-controlled dance. Just as in his dream, she arched her back and purred at him making his cock grow even harder inside her. In a move he didn't expect, her body tightened around his shaft in response to him. He looked at her in surprise. "How did you?" he asked out loud, while in his mind, he thought, Oh, my God, do that again! Following his silent command, her body responded instinctively to him, as she slipped up and down with him in rhythm, tightening around his cock on each outward thrust, her juices spilling out onto him. Just when he was about to cum himself, he commanded her, Now! Cum now! Harder! No, don't stop! he demanded as wave after wave shook her body. He slammed upward into her one last time at his own, final release as her stomach and thighs trembled with her own tremors of pleasure, her moans filling the room.
Rose had never spoken to him about that night, she had simply started curling up next to him when he finally collapsed into bed. With her in his arms, he found the dreams had ceased and he could rest, the blackness of deep, dreamless sleep enveloping him. He slept so soundly in this state that he didn't even realize her own violent dreams woke Rose on more than one occasion. When they did, she would purr quietly to herself to calm herself down so she could sleep again.