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Chapter 3

Dean followed Sam back into the apartment, upset that they hadn't found Dad but also very glad that the Woman in White hadn't managed to kill Sam. Kid was too loyal to his girl for that, not that he blamed him, she was way out of Sammy's league. He should have just dropped Sam off and left, but Sam had promised him the pull-out couch for the night and a warm meal and…he couldn't turn that down, or seeing Sammy's girlfriend for one last time, something about her got to him.

Sam grinned at the plate of cookies on the table and took one to allay suspicion, though he didn't eat it, before passing the plate to Dean, seeing the magically hidden extra message on the note. Dean bit into the cookie and it melted in his mouth, cooked perfectly. He finished it off and took another while Sam went to put his bag in the bedroom, hearing the shower on he moved inside to see Jess standing under the water.

The last of the spell created personality melted away, leaving her Sam standing there. He removed his clothes with a spell, happy he had finally mastered that one, and stepped into the cubicle, wrapping his arms around her even as he leant down to kiss her shoulder. She leant back in his embrace, looking back and up at him, seeing that once again he was her Sam, completely and utterly in love and loyal to her alone. "Jess," he whispered in need.

"Did you miss me?"

"Yes, please never send me away again," he begged, and she turned to face him, reaching up to cup his face in her hands.

"I can't promise that Sam, but you will always return to me. I will only send you if it's completely necessary, understand?"

"I…" Sam blinked and then nodded complacently. "I understand."

"Good boy Sam, now come here." She pulled him down into a kiss and Sam relaxed, surrendering to her. "Is Dean enjoying the cookies?" she asked as she caressed his wet, naked skin.

"Yes, saw him…eat two," Sam panted out, head falling back to hit the shower wall.

"Then maybe we should let him join in," she purred, watching as his pupils dilated fully at the idea, obviously excited by it as he licked his lips, so she led him from the shower and out into the main room where Dean was slumped against the couch, jacket tossed aside, boots gone. His head was back against the couch, mouth slack, eyes unseeing and glazed over, skin flushed, hair slightly dampened by sweat. Jess reached out to caress his face, feeling the heat of his skin and Dean moaned, leaning into her touch, seeking relief. Two cookies had easily been enough to dose him fully on the lust potion.

Sam knelt beside Dean and began undoing his belt and then jeans, hand slipping inside to find he was fully aroused and Dean's hips jerked at his touch. Sam focused, eyes flashing gold, and Dean's clothes disintegrated, leaving him naked, except for an amulet around his neck. Sam looked at it…something…familiar?

Seeing the flicker in Sam's eyes Jess removed the amulet, even as Dean whined softly in distress at her action. She took it and put it in the bin, there was some protective power in it, but Dean no longer needed it. The problem with the spell to make him act as Dean expected was that it brought to the surface the parts of Sam that all her work had suppressed, and she wanted that quickly fixed. It was impossible for Sam to truly be who he once had, parts of his memory and personality had been literally erased, not just suppressed.

Sam stared at the body before him, he was very attractive, whining and moaning in need, obviously under the effect the potion. There was something familiar…he shook his head slightly, no, he did not know this man, other than as someone Jess had chosen for them.

"I think Dean is ready for bed, don't you Sam?"

"Yes," Sam purred, reaching out to take this Dean's hands and pull him to his feet. They manhandled Dean into the bedroom and onto the bed and then Jess left to get the spell supplies needed while Sam gently slipped Dean's wrist and ankles into manacles attached to the bed, immobilising him even as his head tossed restlessly on a pillow. Sam caressed his cheek, "Shh, don't fight Dean," he murmured. "Almost time," he promised before kissing him, holding Dean's head still with a hand as he plundered his mouth, no recognition that they were brothers.

Jess stopped in the doorway to watch, pleased by Sam's reaction to his brother. She then climbed onto the bed with them and began showing Sam the runes to mark out on Dean's skin. Dean jerked in the manacles in response to the touches of their fingers as they drew out the spells, gasping and moaning in need, unable to think or speak as his body was consumed by the potion. His head thrashed weakly on the pillow as he panted for breath, unseeing eyes rolling back as he whined. Finally, they pulled back to study their work and Jess smiled. "Very good work Sam," she praised. "Now set the spell."

Sam closed his eyes, centring himself as he called his magic up. He opened his eyes and they were gold as he whispered the spell and the marks on Dean began to glow the same golden colour. The light flashed and then the runes sank into Dean's skin even as Dean screamed and thrashed before slumping. Jess leant in and smiled, the runes were still there, leaving permanent though very faint marks on his skin. They undid the manacles and Sam looked to her for guidance on what to do next. She smiled and reclined next to Dean, waving at Sam to do as he pleased. He reached out to gently caress Dean's chest and Dean shivered at his touch, eyes slowly fluttering open, no longer unseeing as the potion had been flushed by the spell work. He blinked at Sam dazedly and then bared his throat, a soft whine coming from him. Sam accepted the offer, leaning in to suck and lick at the warm flesh and Dean mewled in pleasure but made no move to touch Sam. Sam moved up and claimed Dean's lips, kissing hungrily and Dean submitted, allowing Sam total control.

Watching them was very arousing and she was pleased to see Dean completely placid, from what she'd seen at their sole meeting this was not how he acted at all, so the spell had worked perfectly. She smiled, a hand idly caressing Sam's hip, she now had a servant and a slave. They would leave in the morning in case someone came looking for Dean and she wanted uninterrupted time with them both. Sam's mind was too altered but Dean's was intact, with who knew how much interesting information on hunters was within. She decided thinking was for later as Sam caressed Dean's body, driving him mad with need, pleading noises coming from him. Sam looked down at Dean's body, taking in the golden skin, unsure what to do next. Jess pulled out a jar and took Sam's hand, dipping his fingers inside to coat them before showing him where to put them. "Slowly Sam, you don't want to hurt him, you need to stretch and prepare him for you." She led him through it as Dean writhed on the bed, gasping, hands gripping the sheets to keep from reaching out.

Sam followed Jess' instruction carefully until finally he removed his fingers and began to push into Dean's body slowly, watching for any sign of discomfort. Part of his mind absently wondering if there was a way to make this easier with magic. He waited a second once fully within, taking in the lust glazed green eyes, the flush to his skin, short hair plastered down with sweat…he was beautiful. Sam began moving, thrusting in and out and Dean made all sorts of noises of encouragement and pleasure.

Jess moved to claim Dean's mouth, kissing him hungrily as she caressed his skin and Dean responded to her touch as well as he did Sam's. She pulled back to stare into his eyes and smiled as she saw the thin, almost unnoticeable, band of interwoven gold and purple around the edge of the iris. You had to get very close and know it was there to see it, but it was the final proof that the spell had worked, marking him as their slave. She smirked against his warm skin, so much for the feared Winchesters.

An hour later Sam moved away from Dean who slipped quickly into an exhausted sleep, allowing the spell work to finish as he slept. Sam moved to Jess who smiled and pushed him down on the bed and kissed him. "You two looked so beautiful together," she whispered as she caressed his body. "Did you kill John Winchester?" she asked.

"He wasn..." Sam gasped as she nipped his skin, "wasn't there…"

Well, that was annoying. Not that anything could be done to return these two to who they had been. Even if she died Sam would remain what he had become, she had planted hidden commands within his mind in that would only activate should she die, enable him to function without her and now care for Dean. They definitely needed to leave Stanford. She settled over Sam who clutched her hips, arching up to meet her movements.

They slept that night with Dean in the middle, allowing their magic to wrap around him, soothing him as he slept, ensuring the spells on him were strong and permanent.

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Dean woke slowly, body aching in a way he wasn't familiar with, and he blinked up at an unfamiliar ceiling. There was a warm weight at his back, an arm over his waist and he pressed back against it, feeling solid muscle and strength and he blinked in confusion. His head felt…foggy, heavy. A delicate hand touched his face and he opened his eyes to find a woman in front of him, she was…. she…. was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. He was not worthy to look on her.

"Good morning Dean, do you know who I am?" she asked softly, not wanting to wake Sam.

He knew her, didn't he? A vague memory pushed to the surface, her standing with a man…Sammy? But then it faded away and he breathed in deeply, confusion fading away. "Mistress," he whispered in wonderment and love.

"Very good Dean," she kissed the tip of his nose and ran a hand down his side, earning a soft whine from him.

The arm around his waist tightened and Dean allowed himself to be pressed closer to the body behind him, before gentle lips teased the skin behind his ear and Dean shivered. "M…Master?" yes, he had a Master and Mistress, he knew that, why hadn't he remembered before? He belonged to them, they could do as they pleased with him.

"Do you remember your life before you became ours Dean?" Jess asked as Sam caressed Dean gently.

Before? Dean struggled to focus…there were images, knowledge…he whimpered. "Bad man, so bad," he choked out and then Mistress was kissing him.

"You didn't know any better Dean, that is why we own you. To make you safe and keep you from hurting others."

Dean listened, expression becoming one of veneration and gratefulness as she explained. Yes, he could do nothing unless they commanded it, he was safe now, he couldn't hurt anyone. He was so grateful to them for ensuring he could never hurt an innocent again. They did not deserve to be burdened with such a monster, but he would eternally love and worship them for it, for taking the chance. "Thank you," he sighed as his master's hands soothed him, his touch felt so good…so calming…

Jess smiled and tapped his cheek. "Stay awake Dean," she ordered, and his eyes immediately refocused one her. "Go have a shower, once you are clean and dry again go into the living room and wait."

"Yes Mistress," Dean sat up as his master's hands moved away, crawling off the bed he finally got a look at his new Master. He was tall and muscular, skin tanned gold, dark hair falling to his shoulders and in the back of his mind something said he had known his Master before. But it didn't matter, serving them was all that mattered. He walked to the bathroom and got in the shower to clean up as ordered.

Jess watched Dean as he got his first look at Sam, happy to see no recognition in his eyes, just adulation and lust before he left the bedroom and she heard the shower come on. She then rolled over and kissed Sam good morning. "Isn't he perfect?" she asked, and Sam grinned.

"Definitely," he agreed.

"We need to get a move on. I'll pack the magic supplies, you can handle the rest?"

"Of course," he agreed as they got up and dressed. Thanks to magic the apartment was soon barren and then Dean came out, naked, moving to kneel on the floor, head lowered, as he waited on further orders. Jess picked up his jacket and took out the keys in the pocket, looking them over.

"Dean are there any protections on the car you owned?" she asked, tipping his head up with her other hand, seeing his eyes become distant as old memories were accessed.

"No Mistress."

"If you drive it, it will not do anything to harm you?" she pressed, caressing his cheek and Dean pressed into her touch.

"No Mistress."

"Very well, you are to drive the car north out of town, we will follow in another car. When we tell you to, you will stop. Do you have anything flammable in the car?"

"Gasoline in a container Mistress."

"Once we join you, you will douse the car with it and then set it alight. Do you understand?"

"Yes Mistress," there was no anger or despair over damaging, maybe even destroying, his baby. It belonged to his life as a Monster, it should be destroyed.

"A pity to cover that up but you can't drive naked," she sighed, and Sam smirked, reaching out with magic and clothing formed over Dean's nude form. The material was soft and luxurious against Dean's skin and he shivered. Jess smiled as she took in the soft, yet form fitted white pants and tank top, sandals on his feet and around his throat was a collar. "Very nice, impressive work Sam," she praised Sam even as she petted Dean's hair. She gave the keys to Dean and he stood, going down to the once loved car and getting in to drive. Sam and Jess packed up their car and followed him, driving until they were well away from Stanford before stopping moving the Impala away from the road and into an abandoned warehouse. Dean pulled out the gasoline and began pouring it over the car.

"Is there anything useful in the car Dean?"

"What would Master find useful?" Dean paused and looked at his owners, unsure what they might like. Jess stayed quiet, letting Sam lead for now.

"Information on hunters, research materials and spell components, protection amulets."

"Yes Master," Dean answered.

"Retrieve them all first," Sam commanded, watching Dean put down the jug and went to the trunk, removing the false bottom to pull out John Winchester's diary, a laptop and a few old books as well as some herbs, placing them all at his owners' feet. "Continue Dean."

"Good thinking," Jess praised Sam quietly and he smiled at her, happy he had pleased her. what would he do without her?

Dean moved efficiently, soaking anything that would burn within the car. Jess pulled out a lighter and handed it to him, Dean quickly flicking it to start a flame and held it out towards the car before he froze in place, unable to move.

"Well, isn't this interesting," Azazel looked at the three, he thought it deliciously ironic that Dean Winchester was now enslaved to a witch, no free will or desire for it. He was enraged that all his work with Samuel had been undone. He had sensed the boys' power, he would have made a perfect general but maybe he still could. He could still use him depending what the bitch had done to him. Perhaps he would be even more easily corrupted now. But for any plans to work the girl had to die. He smirked, eyes flashing demon yellow. "Do you remember how Mommy died, Sammy?"

Sam stared at the demon, feeling hate well for its unnaturalness. It dared to touch Dean but then… Mommy? Who was that? How did this thing know him?

"Let me remind you my boy," he blocked the spell the girl hurled his way. she was powerful, and that spell had Sammy's power in it as well, but not powerful enough to touch him.

Jess stared as the demon battered her spell away and then she screamed as she was lifted and slammed into the warehouse ceiling, ten feet above them

"Jess!" Sam hurled his own spell at the demon only to watch in horror as she was cut open across the stomach, her blood dripping onto his face as their eyes met.

Jess knew she was going to die, she gathered one last spell, bundling up knowledge with implanted commands for Sam and as their eyes met she sent it at him, smiling as he accepted it without hesitation, eyes going briefly glassy as the magic sank into mind and heart. And then she felt the brief heat of flames before darkness claimed her.

"No!" Sam screamed, magic flaring wildly, unable to do anything for her, his rage turned on the demon and it was forced to defend itself, shocked by the increase of Sam's power. Deep, bleeding gashes appeared on the host and Azazel actually felt pain. There would be time to deal with the boys later, for now he fled.

As the demon left Dean was freed from its power only to drop like a puppet with its strings cut. If his eyes had been opened and someone looking right in them they would have seen the purple fade from the ring, leaving only gold, he belonged to only one now.

"Jess…" Sam reached to the burning ceiling before his eyes rolled back and he crumpled to the concrete, body convulsing slightly as the agony of their severed bond overwhelmed him. The fire burnt out quickly, ash falling to mix with the blood on Sam's face, but he never flinched as he lay lifeless on the floor.

For three days there was no movement but finally Sam's eyes flickered before opening and he staggered up, extremities stiff and heavy as he stumbled and staggered towards Dean's prone form. The things Dean had removed from the car vanished, returning to where they had come from, Sam's eyes shimmering gold as he moved on instinct, mind blank. Her last commands were in control of his body, get what they needed and run. His bag vanished from her car to appear in the Impala even as the car and they shimmered, becoming clean. He bent and hefted Dean's body up to put in the car and then he got in and began to drive. He drove for several hours before pulling off the highway and passing out behind the wheel once the car was out of sight and turned off.

Dean woke slowly, head pounding, limbs heavy, mouth dry. Slowly green eyes opened to stare around in confusion until he saw the slumped figure beside him. "Ma..st…er..' he croaked out, struggling to lift a heavy hand, hesitantly touching his Master… he groaned in pain, images flashing through his mind. Where was Mistress? He thrashed weakly on the seat, as her part of the slave spell finally broke and faded, leaving him panting. He stared at his Master…Sam…Sammy…brother? He didn't understand, he was a monster...he had to be a slave… a hunter…he whined softly and slowly Sam began to stir.

The soft whine of distress had Sam fighting to wake up and he slowly straightened, pressing a hand to his head before sobbing…Jess! She was dead…gone…the demon would pay! He turned his head to see Dean in obvious distress and reached out to pull him close, ignoring the gear stick and Dean clung tight. Sam stroked his hair, offering comfort to his slave…his brother. What was a brother? It came to him slowly, they were brothers, family…but Dean was a monster, he hurt innocents. How could they be related? He shoved the door open and got them onto the floor, instinctively softening the ground with magic, even as he began soothing Dean in the best way he knew, kissing and caressing his body and Dean relaxed against him totally, staring up at him dazedly. Jess was gone…no one would take Dean from him.

Dean's mind was a mess, but his body reacted to Sam's touch, even as his clothing, except for the collar, faded away. Soon he was whimpering, mewling in need as Sam hungrily took what he needed, using Dean's willing body to reaffirm he was still alive.

"Look at me," Sam commanded as he thrust in and out and green eyes focused on him. Sam saw the ring of gold around the green, affirming Dean was still his. What did blood matter? Dean needed to be controlled, kept harmless, and Sam would do it. Wasn't stopping Dean from killing being a good brother?

Dean stared up at his Master, now fully aware of what was happening. His Master was his Brother, Sammy. He could remember years of hunting, being on the road, of Sammy not liking it. Sammy obviously was the good one, that was why he'd left, he'd had to get away before he became evil too. Belonging to Sam would keep him good now. "Ma…S…Sammy!" Dean cried out in ecstasy, almost blacking out again, his body at the end of what it could take.

Sam cried out in pleasure, sinking teeth into the flesh of Dean's shoulder even as he heard Dean's cry. Sammy…Dean called him Sammy…only Dean…that was okay. If they were around people, they would pay too much attention if Dean called him Master in public. Dean was being so good, maybe some leeway could be given. They lay together on the floor for a while before Sam used magic to clean them up and redress, Dean once more in the soft white and gold outfit.

Dean let Sammy pull him to his feet, looking down at the clothes, the gold matched Masters eyes but…he wore something else?

"Get in the car Dean," Sam ordered, seeing him hesitate. They needed to find a place to rest and plan. Dean was moving before he could even think, getting into the car as Sam got behind the wheel and began driving. Dean slumped, head against the window as he tried to work out who he was, what he was. Monster…hunter…brother…slave… "It's alright Dean, I'll keep you safe," Sam murmured as he drove. He drove for an hour before pulling into a nice motel and going to check in. "Stay," he made sure to order before going inside. He got them a room and moved the car to the right place. "Come on Dean."

Dean blinked and looked around, still feeling confused and lost. Sammy grabbed bags and then led him into a room with a big bed and Dean knelt on the floor, part of him saying it was his place, another part telling him to get up.

Sam saw him kneeling, head down, like a good slave and lust coursed through him but now was not the time. "Get into bed Dean, it is time for you to sleep," he pulled the covers down and Dean stood, walking to the bed where Sam removed his sandals and got him settled. "Good brother," Sam praised, stroking short blonde hair and Dean sighed in pleasure at his touch, eyelids drooping in exhaustion. "Sleep now Dean, I'll look after you," he murmured, kissing Dean's forehead and Dean's eyes slid shut.

Inside Dean the broken slave bond lay mostly dormant, pulsing painfully, he had survived, and his Mistress had died, that was not right, and he was being punished for it. But his Master still lived, that bond still intact between them and it helped. With only one bond left there was less power, and effort being put into supressing his memories unless they were asked for, allowing them to move closer to his consciousness, in his dreams they slipped free, showing him snippets of who he had been. If she had been the one to set the spell, her death may have totally freed him, but Sam had done it and Sam lived, he was also far more powerful than Jess and his magic had reacted to her loss by sinking more into Dean, looking for an anchor. If another witch wanted Dean, it would be easy to use the broken bond to tie him to them as well. His mind slowly accepted fully that they were brothers, that he had been a hunter… but that knowledge could not break the bond that ensured he wanted to obey Sam, but it would let him think for himself to an extent.

Sam watched him sleep before getting the laptop out as well as the books, he would find the demon and make it pay. Any who got in his way would die.

TBC…