August heat blasted through the open windows of the Impala, the breeze hardly making an impact. Sam had his shirt off, sweat running down his torso dampening the waist of his open jeans. Sam was looking at Dean with those hazel eyes full of lust, he was nervous, Dean could tell by the way his hand trembled on Deans knee and the tick in his jaw. Sammy was so beautiful, especially that day. Dean remembered the flash of red and gold in his hair from the sun when the Impala broke from the trees along the country road. It was his first year hunting with Dean after he left school. They played the dance for months. Then it happened the chaste gesture from Sam after an especially grueling job. They stopped at a creek to wash off the blood, it wasn't their blood, at least most of it wasn't. Sam came back from the water and they sat that way for awhile each drinking a beer, silent.
Sam leaned over and gave Dean a light kiss "Thanks for saving me back there Dean". That was it, Sam breached his wall, he grabbed his baby brother and kissed him full on. Sam grabbed Dean's hand and placed it on his crotch, looking at Dean with glassy eyes. Dean knew what would happen and didn't want Sammy's first time to be on a muddy creek bed. Dean wanted it to be special and they had passed a nice hotel in the last town they went through. "Love you Dean" Sam smiled…
Dean's eyes snapped open and it was dark, the last thing he remembered is driving, his eyes so heavy. He pulled over on the roadside just to rest a moment and fell asleep. Everything came flooding back, why he was traveling, the urgency and he cursed himself for loosing time and ashamed for dreaming of his old Sammy. Dean had to get to Bobby's house fast and had a long way to go.
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Another blow from Sam's belt snapped over the angels buttocks, a red angry welt lined with tiny drops of blood formed. Castiel fell to his knees and swayed from side to side trying to hold himself up. Sam noticed he stopped screaming out a few minutes back, the angel just seemed to be trying to catch his breath, not able to make speak. Sam grabbed Castiel under the arms and hoisted him on the bed face up. The pressure on his back and rear forced a scream out as the rough cotton of the bed cover started the bleeding again. Castiel fell silent, breathing heavily. He was afraid to pass out, he might not ever wake up and see Dean again.
Sam threw the belt on the floor and sat next to the angels supine body. He stroked the angels hair, then grabbed the back of his neck. "Does it hurt?" Castiel gasped at the pain and his tormentor broke out in a smile moving his fingers to a nipple pinching hard, the other hand between the angel's legs caressing him. Sam felt the involuntary reaction in his hand , he leaned down tracing his tongue around the angels ear and whispered "you really are a slut, do you think your all my brother deserves? A wanton fallen disgrace like you Cas? I really think he needs better, are you the best heaven could send? If I get my soul back lets see how long it takes him to sideline you, he is gonna want all of me back and there is no way you can top the excitement of him fucking his sweet baby brother. I'm the ultimate taboo, you're just a diversion."
Castiel tried to crawl away, the words hurting as badly as the beating "Please no..please no more…Dean help me." Sam released him, the angel's body shook, his eyes rolled back in his head and then closed, his breath becoming fast and shallow.
Sam was more aroused than he could last remember, having someone so fragile in mind and body bend to his will and able to bring pain to the disabled angel his brother loved so much was an incredible high. It was harder and harder to reach that feeling, Sam had done so much since he was pulled from the cage that he was jaded, it took more and more to get him off and breaking Castiel down, taking the last thing he had to give to Dean was a fantasy coming true.
Sam nuzzled the angels neck and bit down leaving a red teeth marks, "Ready for me slut? Better relax for your own sake because I'm going to break you in regardless." Castiel was begging now in Aramaic but Sam wasn't sure if it was to him. "That wont help you, there isn't anyone to save you so pray, beg to your God if it makes you feel better." Sam growled.
Sam straddled the angel and rubbed his cock over Castiels face, pushed at his lips "open slut" Sam pressed inside and began moving slowly in until the angel made a choking sound. Sam was always proud of his size but it more than scared Dean to bottom, he let him a couple times and Sam enjoyed it. This he might enjoy a lot more. Dean knew his way around but Castiel was almost pure.
Pulling out of Castiels mouth Sam got on his knees between the angels legs and pushed his bent legs one at a time backward and bound them to a long strip of sheet tied to the iron headboard. The angel was fully exposed. Castiel groaned loudly, purple lashings stretched, legs open wide, knees pulled back. His voice hitched when he tried to speak and he begged in every language of the ages to be let go.
Sam's mouth watered involuntarily at the sight in front of him, tight, pink, untouched territory. He lay between Castiel's open legs and ran his tongue over the delicate skin. " Mmmm you taste so clean and sweet I could fucking lick you for hours" Sam pushed further with his tongue, Castiel tightened in response but Sam pushed until he tasted the velvet inside. Sam pulled out and kneeled between the angels open thighs rubbing the head around the opening smearing the first drops of wetness.
Castiel started to openly weep at the thought of losing the gift he had for Dean, the one thing that could only be given or taken once. Since the time he was created there was never such a feeling of despair as this moment.
"Don't cry, you really might enjoy this…or not, don't really care" With that Sam pushed at the Castiels opening, then pulled back "Fuck you are really tight" Sam was hoping to ride as is but he was much too big. He leaned over grabbing the small bottle of lube on the nightstand and liberally applied it to his fingers slowly inserting one to the knuckle, he impatiently inserted another finger and then a third working them around, stretching and massaging the opening spreading them apart and then pulling them out. "Your still tight, can't wait anymore". Sam tried to push his cock in again and it gave enough to breech the second ring, panting and almost crazed with the pressure around him he pushed balls deep inside.
Castiel screamed, trying to escape the pain but Sam pinned both of the angels shoulders to the bed and began to pump hard into the broken body. Sam had stamina on his side and wanted to fuck this incredible cherry piece as long as possible.
Castiel felt torn, raw and broken, after screaming Sam kept at him, pumping harder and harder, it seemed forever. The angel became quiet except for pained noises and grunting every time Sam slammed into him. He checked out after that, laying there and staring with dead blue eyes at the ceiling, head wobbling with each jolt like a rag doll.
Castiel detached and thought of Dean coming to save him as he had done countless times for him. Of that talk they were going to have, how Dean wants him to take them away from all of this where they could be together and Dean would make love to him tender, gentle and slow. Not caring how broken inside he was, how he wasn't the first.
Sam was losing his pace getting close, slammed into Castiel deep once more and let go, Sam's long hair hung in the angels face and his body shuddered as he filled the angel with his seed. Finished he rolled off and undid the binding on the angels legs. Castiel cried out as they dropped to the bed, then continued to stare at the ceiling trying to ignore his broken body and broken spirit once again checking out.
Sam rolled the angel on his stomach to admire his work, from shoulders to ankles the welts were starting to grow purple and he traced raised lines with his fingers. Leaking out Castiel was Sams orgasm tinged pink from the blood. Sam pulled him open almost gently and saw the damage. "Don't worry you'll live. You made me do this you know, your fault Castiel…all your fault. You're lucky I stopped here. Remember Dean doesn't really love you, he just depends on you, uses you. He only liked the excitement of a new relationship. For Dean the end justifies the means, once he finds out what a wrecked, used thing you are that will be it".
Satisfied with the destruction he left on the bed Sam got dressed quickly, grabbed his gear and left the house taking one of available cars there. He didn't want to be there when Dean showed up and he was certain it would be sooner than later, he could sense his brother was coming and the closer he got the more Sam felt his rage.
Dean was getting close to Bobby's house, he didn't know what to expect if anything but with how fast Sam went downhill the past few months maybe he should expect the worst. The guilt was already eating at Dean for putting Cas in Sams crosshairs. As dangerous as the angel was, without his mojo he only had weapons and fighting skills to depend on and he wasn't versed in either.
Dean allowed himself a memory of Castiel next to him in the Impala, cutting through the night, the first touch of his shy fingers on Dean's face, blue eyes full of wanting but as always the angel saying nothing about his feelings. Dean with the shame of being a coward until that night at the motel when he decided not to live a lie anymore.
The Impala stopped sharp in front of the house, it was dark, Dean pulled a gun and quietly entered the open door moving through the kitchen, living room and office. Seeing nothing downstairs he started up to the second floor cursing the noisy stairs Dean checked the rooms upstairs except for his and Sammys room. He tried the handle and it was unlocked, pushing the door open he saw a figure laying face down of the bed in the dark room.
"Cas? Baby is that you?"