His brother was dying of a curse. Fuck or die, those were the choices. Sam was going insane with the pain, his eyes wide. Dean had no choice but to push Sammy down in the backseat. With the larger man whimpering and writhing beneath him, Dean stripped them both. Sammy's breathing began to falter, his pulse weakening. No time left. Dean doused the cursed man's cock in gun oil, shoving himself down. Crying out in pain, he felt himself tear as Sam flipped him, driving into him as the curse demanded. At least Sammy was safe, Dean thought as he passed out.