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Chapter 13

Rowena leant up on an elbow, looking down at the sleeping Sam, he was everything she could have asked for in a companion, handsome, smart and powerful. She reached out and ran her fingers through thick, dark hair, she like a man with hair she could play with. Apparently, she shared that appreciation with the woman who had them before. She could feel Sam in the back of her mind, a gentle presence and she knew he would be out for a long time. She hadn't noticed it before, but Sam had been severely damaged by the witch's death, it was amazing their spell against the scarecrow hadn't sent him into seizures. She knew now, just how much the other woman had changed Sam at a fundamental level, in ways Sam didn't even seem aware of.

She leant in and gently kissed him before getting up, slipping a silk robe on before walking to the adjoining bedroom and looking in to see Dean still fast asleep. She walked over and gently checked his arm, seeing the wound was further healed but it would leave a permanent scar on his arm. She gently ran her fingers through messy blonde hair and Dean sighed in his sleep, pressing into her touch. She kissed his forehead and then left to go get something to eat.

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Sam stirred slowly, blinking up at an unfamiliar ceiling. He didn't want to wake up, he was comfortable, warm…he felt different, whole. He pushed himself into a sitting position and the sheet dropped to pool in his waist even as he recognised where he was, Rowena's bedroom. He was stiff, sore but he felt better than he had since Jess had died. He looked up as the door opened and Rowena walked in with a breakfast tray.

"Good morning Sam," She smiled and put the tray down before leaning in to kiss him and Sam kissed her back, no longer feeling nervous about his attraction to her, now it felt right.

"Good morning," he whispered as they parted. She poured tea for both of them and they shared the meal in companionable silence. "Is Dean awake yet?" he asked in concern.

"Almost," she leant back against the headboard.

"Will you take Dean's bond soon?" Sam asked, worried for his brother.

"As soon as you want me to," she answered, watching him.

Sam nodded, considering. "As soon as he's awake and alright, I want him safe."

"Agreed," she reached out to stroke his chest and he shivered. He leant in to kiss her and she lifted a hand to run her hand through his hair, the other resting on his naked hip. It was the bond, needing to settle fully between them, not that she was complaining as she gently pushed Sam down onto his back and straddled him. Sam relaxed, letting her take control as she began to move, his hands moving to gently run up and down her back and sides, sensing it was what she wanted. He moved his hips, thrusting up as she moved, moaning as her nails raked down his chest lightly. She bent to kiss him as they moved together, the bond between them wide open, allowing her to feel how fully he was submitting to her, giving control without a second thought.

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Dean pressed back into the strong body behind him, feeling warm and safe even as a smaller, feminine hand stroked his cheek. He could feel a dull ache in his arm and was confused until slowly he remembered the fight, the scarecrow. He opened his eyes to find Rowena lying in front of him, he already knew Sammy was the one holding him. It took him a second longer to realise she was naked, they all were. "Sammy?" Dean shivered as her hand skimmed down his chest.

"Glad you're awake," Sam murmured in his ear even as he gently caressed Dean's side and hip. "Rowena's going to take care of the broken bond Dean, going to make sure you're safe," he explained gently, and Dean swallowed, nervous.

He knew what having two bonds had done to him before, would it happen again? Staring into her eyes, the warmth of Sammy's body behind him… would that be so bad? He was a monster after all, with Sammy's help he'd become better than he'd been before, but he was tempted by the complete freedom the slavery bonds offered. How could he not be? To never had to worry about doing something wrong, to know he was safe….

"Will you let me Dean?" Rowena asked, leaning in and Dean relaxed in Sammy's hold, surrendering to whatever they wanted. She kissed him gently, her magic gently questing, and Dean moaned, eyes rolling back as the broken bond was teased to life. He whimpered, the golden streaks in his eyes beginning to glow softly as his mind went blank.

Sam felt the bond strengthen between them even as he opened himself to the bond with Rowena, groaning in pleasure as he began kissing the back of Dean's neck, shifting Dean's position enough to slowly move inside him.

Rowena felt the bond accept her magic, saw as Dean's eyes became empty, a slim ring of purple forming around his pupils as she caressed his body. He blinked slowly and when his eyes opened they were full of adulation and love even as she moved to take him into her body. Feeling the two of them…she'd never imagined such a rush. The temptation was strong, seeing and feeling Dean's utter devotion and need to please but she pushed past it even as she kissed him, magic gently nudging and shifting the slave bond. She couldn't remove it, not without killing Dean, but she could get him back to how he'd been since… Jess', that was her name, death.

Dean was soon whimpering and moaning between them, body limp as he gave himself to his Mistress and Master for their pleasure. His mind was pleasantly blank, empty of thought, driven only be the soul deep need to please them.

Rowena was panting for air, her hair plastered down her back as she kissed Dean gently one last time before carefully pulling back from him even as he whined softly at the loss. She watched in awe as Sam kept going, able to feel his hunger and need for Dean, feel his excitement caused by Dean's reversion to slave reactions. She, however, needed a rest, apparently, she needed more stamina to keep up with her boys.

Sam finally pulled out, resting against Dean's back before he looked over at her smiling. "Thank you," he whispered, they were whole now, safe.

Rowena smiled and reached over to gently caress his cheek before she got up and went to run them all a nice hot, relaxing bath. She watched as Sam guided Dean into the bathroom and then into the tub where the gently cleaned him up and then just enjoyed the time to relax, Dean between them. Eventually they got out, dried off and went back to her bedroom to sleep, Dean cuddled in between them.

When they woke in the morning Dean was waiting for orders and Rowena got to see first-hand just how complete their control over him on these days was. he was completely at their mercy and had no self-will, he lived only to make them happy. It would be so easy to abuse him in that state, a thin line to walk.

The next day Dean woke up and was back to himself, if a little shy around her but as they days past they easily settled together as she began teaching Sam to really harness his magic.

TBC…