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 Five
Tamagoakura: Hello again! I do describe the murder scenes as clearly as the rating allows, M is different to R. R would allow more description to the murder, but personally I don't see much difference. It only mentions things like blood flow and loss ect ect. In most shows murder scenes aren't given much different to how I have written. As for the sexual scenes I want to put out that both Sam and Dean are underage. I will not engage in paedophilic scenes; not allow is this illegal but its disgusting. While yes they are a large part I can't break the law for the story line to write more explicit sexual scenes about children. Before writing this story I did do my research on how paedophilia was shown in films, they are portrayed very similarly to how I have written them. As for her shooting them, some people just aren't killers and won't kill even if it means the cost of their life. She won't kill or attack because that's not who she is, over the course of the story you will be seeing different types of victims. Some who will fight back and some who won't. Remember some of her attackers where small children, a lot of people won't raise their hand to them even if at point of death. Its all about victim characteristics and how each victim's mind works.
Guest: Why hello guest. Thank you for your review but like I said to Tamagoakura I will obey the rating regulations of it being an M and I will not break the law and go into explicit details of children having sex. While I want people to be more aware and talk about these topics as we can prevent them I won't be like the very people I so want to be stopped at all costs. Writing sexual scenes involving children are still child pornography, still the sexualization of children, and still very wrong. Again thank you, I also do feel that this story can go far. You have also pointed out some plot ideas I hadn't even thought about.
"Can I have an ice lolly Dean? Please, please, please Dean." Sam asked in the store and tugged on his brother's sleeve.
"Alright Sam, go choose one." Dean said and ruffled Sam's hair. Sam's face lit up and he ran over to the freezer to choice an ice lolly. Dean smiled and put in a box of Lucky Charms, Sam's favourite cereal, in the shopping basket.
Sam bent over the freezer and picked out an ice lolly with a smile on his face. He found his favourite and made his way back over to Dean.
"Lucky Charms!" Sam said excitedly.
"Yeah Sammy, anything else you want?" Dean asked.
"No, I got my ice lolly." Sam said happily.
"C'mon then." Dean laughed and empty the basket's containments into his backpack and placed the backpack on Sam. "Get ready to run okay?"
"Okay Dean." Sam said. Dean walked over to a counter and knocked over a shelve of cans.
"Hey! Hey Kid! What do you think your doing?" the store clerk asked angrily.
"Was an accident." Dean said with a shrug.
"Accident my ass you little punk!" the clerk yelled. Sam quickly ran out of the store and hide behind the dumpster to wait for Dean.
Dean saw his brother was now gone and took his leave, running past the clerk and outside. He double crossed to make sure that no one would follow him when he went to get back to get Sam from his hiding place. Satisfied that no one was following him, Dean cautiously made his way to the dumpster.
"Hey Sammy." Dean said and knelt down with his little brother.
"I got the food Dean." Sam said.
"I know, you did good." Dean said and ruffled the eleven year old's hair. "Come on, lets head back to Dad."
"Okay Dean." Sam said and held his brothers hand. Dean smiled and took the backpack and lead his brother back to the motel.
In the motel, John was sitting down at the table and cleaning his gun. His time in the Marines had told him to always have clean tidy weapons; it would make the difference between life and death.
"Dad? We're back." Dean called out.
"Hey boys." John said.
"I got an ice lolly." Sam said happily, still sucking away an the ice lolly.
"I can see that Sammy." John said with a laugh. Sam smiled happily and jumped up on John's lap.
"Careful Sam." John said with a smile and wrapped is arm around his youngest's waist. "Everything go okay Dean?"
"Yeah it went great, I know the ice lolly wasn't on the list but-" Dean started.
"Its okay Dean, I guessed Sam would ask for some treat." John said.
"I can think of something else I can suck." Sam said with a smirk and kept sucking at the ice lolly. John let out a laugh and urged Dean closer to them.
Dean watched his father with awe. John dragged a limp unconscious woman into the motel room. She was in her early twenties, wearing a smart business suit and her black hair was hung up in a bun.
"She's pretty." Sam said from the couch.
"Very." John said and placed the woman done on the bed and tied her arms and legs to the posts.
"I can help Dad." Dean said eagerly.
"Alright, search her off her phone, wallet, keys, anything like that." John said.
"Yes Sir." Dean said happily and begin to pat the woman down, his search more intense and touching a little longer then he needed too. Turns out she had nothing on her, everything was in her bag still in the Impala.
"She's clean." Dean said.
"Alright all we can do now is wait for her to wake up." John said. Sam made his way from the couch and over to the bed, jumping onto Dean's lap.
"She's pretty," Sam repeated and pulled the pins out of her hair, letting her bun fall around her face and shoulders. Sam smiled and ran his fingers though the girl's hair.
"Do you like her Sammy?" John asked.
"Yeah." Sam said. Dean grinned down at his brother, enjoying his happiness.
Slowly the woman woke up and groggy looked at the child hovering over her and playing with her hair.
"Get away from me you little brat." the woman spit.
"You better watch how you talk to my son." John said and slapped the woman's face.
"You bastard!" the woman yelled.
"She'll be extra fun." Dean noted.
"Very fun." John said. "Well just break her a little first."
"Your sick." the woman said.
"Don't talk to my Dad like that." Dean said and punched the woman in the stomach.
"I'll talk to him how I want." the woman replied.
"Silly girl." Sam said.
"Oh really?" the woman asked.
"Yeah, when your tied down you should show some respect. Might get hurt if you don't." Dean said and lifted his brother off the bed. John ripped the woman's blouse and blazer off her and removed his belt.
"What the hell do you think your doing?" the woman asked, a hint of fear showing in her voice.
"Punishment." Sam said simply.
"That's right Sam." John said and lifted the belt high and brought it down hard onto the woman's stomach. She let out a sicking scream. She continued to scream until her breasts and stomach was covered in welts and bruises and the woman was a crying shaking mess on the bed.
"Dad, Dad, Dad, I wanna touch, Dad, Dad can I?" Sam asked.
"Go on, she's not going anywhere." John replied. Sam's face lit up and Dean lifted his brother up onto the bed again.
"God no, no, no please." the woman cried and thrashed around against the ropes holding her. Sam ignored her cries and fondled and squeezed the broken woman's breast happily.
It felt like a life time to the woman when she was untied and handed a knife.
"Go on, play the game. We catch you, you can go free." John teased the woman.
"Your an bastard." the woman said and attempted to stab John. John grabbed the woman's arm before she did and pushed her hard into the wall.
"Five seconds." John said. The woman panicked and started to run. The welts on her breasts and stomach started to bleed as she ran, causing more pain.
"Hey Sweetheart." Dean said with his cocky grin.
"Your a little brat." the woman spit and went to run the knife at Dean. Dean blocked her moment, knocking the knife out of her hand. Dean kicked her to the floor and used the knife to cut away at her skirt.
"Stop! Stop! Stop!" the woman screamed and cried. Dean just laughed.
"She's not pretty no more." Sam said from the brushes and dropped a stone on her head.
"Wanna play Sam?" Dean asked.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah." Sam said and took the knife from his brother. Sam bent down and craved his name into her chest.
"Oh God, please stop. Please, just stop." the woman screamed and planted fists towards Sam, beating him to his chest.
"Dean! Help!" Sam screamed as he cried.
"Leave him alone!" Dean yelled angry and pulled out his gun and shoot her in the head. The woman fall to the floor dead.
"Sammy? Sam you okay?" Dean asked worried. Sam nodded tears running down his face.
"Boys? Sam? Dean? I heard the gun." John said.
"Bitch hurt Sam." Dean said and held his crying brother close. "I couldn't help it Dad, she was beating him. I had to do something."
"Don't worry Dean, you did what you had to do." John said. "Sammy its okay. Here let me see." John lifted Sam's shirt and inspected his stomach.
"Dad hurts." Sam cried.
"I know, its just some bruising." John said.
Sam giggled and ran towards the woman in the forest.
"You little shit." the woman said and beat the three year old.
"'ean! 'a'! Help!" Sam cried and kicked his small legs at the woman.
"Get your hands off my son!" John yelled and grabbed his knife and cut the woman's throat. She fall down dead. Dean reached for his sobbing brother and held him close.
"I got you, I got you Sammy, I won't let her hurt you again." Dean promised his brother.
"C'mon Sam, le'me take a look at ya." John said and lifted the toddler's shirt up. "Just some bruising. C'mon, lets get back to the motel okay?" Sam didn't answer and kept crying as Dean carried him to the Impala.
"Alright Sam, time for breakfast." John said and place a bowl of Lucky Charms in front of his youngest. He had failed his son twice, he needed to remember Sam was only eleven and was an easy target. He was young and John needed to project him while out Hunting.
"Thanks Dad." Sam said and eagerly eat a spoonful.
"Don't forget to drink your milk. You too Dean." John said.
"But Dad." Dean whined.
"No buts Kiddo." John said.
"Fine." Dean sulked, more like a five year old then a fifteen year old.
"I always drink my milk." Sam said proudly.
"Because your a little geek." Dean said and ruffled his brother's hair.