Twisted Nature
By Liv Kaged
Set in AU. John Winchester raised his two sons like The Benders. Teaching them to be killers and raising them to be violent and uncaring. Wincest and Daddycest. Read, review, favourite, and alert.
Contains child abuse, torture, graphic scenes, and gore. Also contains incest. Italics are flashbacks.
Chapter Three
"Are we almost there Dad?" Sam asked from the back seat of the Impala. Sam, like any eleven year old didn't like long car rides. He found them boring and always fidgeted in the back seat.
"Not yet Sammy, still another hour or so." John replied.
"Dad how come I can't sit in the front seat next to you?" Dean asked his father.
"I told ya Dean, when your sixteen." John told his eldest son.
"Dad can we stop for ice cream?" Sam asked.
"No Sam." John said, his patience wearing thin. Sam and Dean were nightmares to travel with. They always acted like a two toddlers, asking and whining and moaning. John never got any peace when he was travelling with his sons in the back-seat.
"Dad can we put Led Zepplin on?" Dean asked.
"No Dean." John said, his headache was bad enough with Sam and Dean let alone Led Zepplin playing no matter how much he liked the band.
"Dad I need a wee." Sam said. John sighed of course his eleven year old son would chose now to go to the bathroom. And Sam could never go to for a wee without Dean holding and aiming his penis and after Dean would always make love to his bathroom in the bathroom or a toilet cubicle if they were somewhere public. It had been like that since Sam was potty changed, Dean had conditioned Sam into expecting it. It was their bathroom ritual in a way. John couldn't even remember a time where Sam had gone to a wee without that happening.
"Can't you hold it Sam?" John asked.
"No." Sam said and hold himself desperately between the legs.
"Dad he's eleven." Dean said. "He'll pee all over the car if we don't take him.
"Won't." Sam said embarrassed. John sighed and knew Dean was right. Sam was just a child, a child didn't know how to hold it in yet.
"Alright Sam, we'll stop at the next gas station." John said.
"Thanks Dad." Sam said.
John pulled up at the nearest gas station and allowed Dean to lead his brother into the toilets. He sighed and decided to buy some snacks for the journey in case the boys got hungry. John paid for the food and few porn magazines he picked up-including Dean's favourite, the new 'Busty Asian Beauties' magazine-and headed out to the Impala to wait for his young sons to finish.
He knew it was risky but he couldn't help but unzip his jeans, let his penis spring free and masterbate while imaging what his boys were up to. He could image everywhere they would touch and every sound that would come out of their mouths. John couldn't hold back a throaty moan of pleasure in his arousal.
John knew he should feel guilty. He knew he should be disgusted with himself but he wasn't. He enjoyed every second of it and would possibly do it again. And maybe more then that.
John slowly did up Dean's baby grow, once he was satisfied that his two day old son was dressed and covered he cradled him in his arms and turned on the TV.
John had just finished masterbating over his naked infant. He had sprayed his come over his Dean before cleaning him up and acting like nothing had happened. He should hate himself but he doesn't.
John knows now that he loves Dean, that he wants Dean in every way he has Mary. John understands why his step-father did what he did now. He no longer hates him for it. He accepts it and wishes that he understood it back then. For years he hated the man but now he knows. John decides that society is wrong and that there was nothing wrong with showing you loved a child that way. With giving everything you had to a child. It was the greatest love.
"John? Is Dean with you?" Mary called from the kitchen.
"Yeah, we're just watching telly." John tells his wife and kisses his newborn. Dean makes soft baby snuffles which melt John's heart. He knows from that moment he doesn't love Mary and he's whole heart belongs to Dean. He would leave her but she's useful to Dean. Mary can feed Dean and take care of him while he's working. She can look after his baby; but apart of John is disgusted and angry at her for not loving Dean enough while another part of him is pleased because it means he doesn't have to share his son. His Dean. The love of his life.
Mary walked in the room and smiled. To her John was the perfect father; how very naive she was to what had happened just a few moments earlier.
"Once I'm done with the ironing do you want me to cook you some dinner?" Mary asked.
"Sure." John said.
"Okay, just call if Dean gets hungry." Mary said before returning to the kitchen.
John looked up and smiled as he saw his sons making their way to the car.
"Have fun boys?" John asked with a smirk as Dean and Sam climbed into the back seat over the Impala. Sam giggled and blushed, his face still flushed and eyes in their orgasmic haze.
"Yeah Dad, Sammy's so tight. Feels so good around my cock." Dean teased his father. John moaned in pleasure, he loved it when Dean talked dirty. He had taught his sons well.
"Boys when we get to the motel I'll be loving you." John told his sons and passed them the pornographic magazines hoping it would keep them occupied without the journey.
"Okay Dad...hey Dad when will we be seeing Bubba again?" Sam asked. Bubba was what the boys called John's father, started by Dean when he was learning to talk. Dean had trouble saying Granddad and ended up saying Bubba instead-the name stuck and Dean never stopped calling his grandfather Bubba and when Sammy started talking four years later he also copied Dean called his step-father Bubba.
"Soon boys, I promise." John said.
"I miss Bubba." Dean said. "He tickles."
"I know boys." John said. After John got in touch with his step-father again he was reluctant to share his sons at first. Dean had been nine weeks old when John finally allowed his step-father to put the tip of his penis into his son's mouth. He then allowed his step-father to watch the Dean, touch him, play with him, have Dean touch him, have Dean play with him, but he never allowed him to make love for Dean. No at first John decided that only he could experience Dean that way. It was when Dean was just fourteen weeks old when John decided that he could share his baby. When Sam was born it was more then nature for John to allow their step-grandfather to pleasure himself with his sons. John just made sure they spent more time with him then their step-grandfather. He was possessive like that.
John looked at the back-seat though the rear view mirror and smiled at the sight of his sons flicking though the pornographic magazines, sometimes touching themselves and sometimes touching each other. Pornographic magazines are a must when it comes to travelling long distances John decided happy for the quiet other then the soft moans of pleasure and the eager talk when showing each other pictures they liked.