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 Six
Selene's daughter: Hello, I take it you enjoyed the chapter! Thank you for reading.
Soulless666: Hello again there! Yes Sam is eleven years old. Their is a large psychological and sociological effect taken place on both Sam and Dean's mental development. However as they are still different people, even though raised the same, the effects it has had on them are different. Its a good look at how both nature and nurture help shape us into the persons that we are. Sam at times does appear much younger then eleven but then he does also know and seen a lot of things most eleven year olds don't know about. I am strong believer in how we are raised as a child as well as basic genes are a huge key into as we are as adults.
Tamagoakura: Hello there Tamagoakura, it is good to hear from you again! I am pleased. Well, I'm not sure what you mean by a snuff fic so if you could provide more details that would be great. Also like I have said before, I will never write paedo-smut. I believe there are some lines that you do not cross, and that is one of them. I am sorry you feel confused and I do hope you still enjoy reading. I suppose the whole purpose and plot line of 'Twisted Nature' is a look into the lives of Sam and Dean had John maybe turned more sadistic and brutal and into more of a sociopath after the war. Its like it says the summary, there's no hidden plot twists and lies honest.
John drove lazily down the highway road; it was a dark and cold morning at three which meant the traffic was almost non-existent. John drove slowly, not feeling the need to rush. He was satisfied fully, both in blood lust and in sexual. In the back seat, Sam and Dean laid peacefully and fast asleep. Sam's head laid in the centre of Dean's chest and their legs were tangled together. Dean had his arm around Sam's waist and Sam his arms at his brother's hips. John couldn't help up make a smile as he watched them view the rear-view mirror.
They were on their way to Lawrence, Kansas to spend Dean's sixteen birthday with the boy's grandfather. Him and Billy, his step-father, had already spent the past three weeks planning and discussing Dean's presents. Dean had only asked for Busty Asian Beauties Platinum Member and they both agreed that Dean deserved more then that on his sixteenth. After all, Dean was now a big boy. A man. He needed a man's present. Not to mention, Dean was always well behavioured. They had gotten Dean's Platinum but they had also gotten him some other presents. John had even taken Sam shopping so Sam could chose his brother a gift; and John knew Sam was busting with excitement to give Dean his present. John liked that his boys were so close.
"Dad?" Dean asked sleepily as he woke up and rubbed his eye with his one good arm, never taking the other of Sam.
"Last day of being fifteen." John said.
"Oh yeah. What time is it?" Dean asked.
"Just gone three, your up early." John said.
"Yeah..." Dean said absent mindedly. "We almost at Bubba's?"
"Yeah almost, just another hour or so." John said.
"Think Sam'll sleep the rest of the way?" Dean asked.
"Hopefully, you know how he gets when he's got to be stuck in the car for ages." John said.
"Yeah I know." Dean said with a laugh and ran his free hand with Sam's soft brown hair and stroked his brother's face.
"Dean, pull down your pants." John said.
"Alright Dad." Dean said being sure not to move or jolt his brother and moved his free hand towards his zippier.
Just under three hours later, John pulled up outside his step-father's.
"John!" Billy greeted him as he stepped outside.
"Hey Dad." John said with a smile and helped Dean and a now awake Sam out of the car.
"Hello boys, come give your Bubba a hug." Billy said and held his arms out.
"Hi Bubba." Dean said and threw his arms around his step-grandfather.
"Bubba! Bubba! Bubba!" Sam said excitedly and jumped on the older man.
"Oh I missed you boys so much." Billy said and kissed the tops of their heads.
"Dad, will you be okay to mind the boys while I hit the hay? I've been driving all night." John asked.
"Sure John, we can catch up later." Billy said with a smile and lead his two young grandsons inside. John dumped their luggage in the hallway, knowing he could deal with it later, and made his way upstairs to his old room. He hadn't changed a bit after he had left for the war.
"You know I've really, really missed having you boys around." Billy said and got Sam and Dean a beer each. He knew John won't mind if he gave them a little alcohol, after all he had been giving John a can ever since he'd married his mother.
"We missed you too Bubba, lots and lots." Sam said happily and took a slip of his beer and giggled. Alcohol always had that effect on him.
"Its not the same without you. You should of seen the hunt we had last night Bubba. I got a head shot." Dean said proudly.
"Well done Dean." Billy said with a forced smile. He had known about John's 'unique sport' since Dean was a toddler now, he'd never agreed to it but he knew if he dared rat John out he would lose his step-son for the second time and worse, he would lose his step-grandsons which he had grown very fond of because John would tell the police about his special relationship with them. In front of everyone he supported John's 'game', but secretly he was disturbed and disgusted by it all. He didn't know why John had brought Dean and Sam into the 'game'. He also didn't understand why the boys enjoyed it like they did, he supposed they had just normalized it given how young they were when the blood and violence had been introduced. Billy sometimes wondered if they fully understood what they were doing.
"Dean's really clever. He can shoot really good." Sam said excitedly.
"I hear your not so bad yourself Sammy." Billy said.
"M'not as good as Dean." Sam said stubbornly.
"Come on, why don't we get you out of those clothes." Billy suggested. He had missed his step-grandsons, but this way the most. He missed their whimpers and moans under him. He missed the feel of the soft young flesh on his. He missed the feel of being inside them.
"Okay Bubba." Dean said with a smirk, knowing fully what the older man meant. He started to shed his clothes while Sam did the same, always copying his big brother.
It was coming up to late afternoon, both brothers naked and wrapped up in a fleece blanket on the couch. Both tired from all the 'activity' with their step-grandfather, father and each other. Sam's head was resting on Dean's shoulder.
"I think it may be time for bed." John said.
"Its Dean's birthday tomorrow." Sam piped up.
"I know, sixteen. My little boy is all grown up." John said and ruffled Dean's hair fondly.
"Don't worry Dad, I'm still a little boy." Sam said and yawned.
"I know you are Sammy." John said and picked up his youngest. Sam rested his head on John's shoulder and sleepily sucked his thumb. Dean jumped up from the couch and headed upstairs to the room him and Sam always use. John follows his son and gently tucks Sam into the bed, not bothering to dig out his son's hardly used pyjamas. Dean crawls under the covers with Sam and holds his half asleep brother close.
"Love you Dad." Dean said.
"I love you too Dean." John said and places his lips against Dean's, kissing the fifteen year old gently.
John held his infant son in his arms. He had very few hairs which were fluffy and sort, his eyes closed under delicate lashes and he was wrapped in a soft pastel blue blanket with his name embroidered on it in navy. Dean.
His name, sleeping so peacefully in his arms while Mary slept peacefully on the hospital bed. The birth had been a messy one and they had almost lost Dean but this moment was worth it. Knowing his son was safe in his arms was worth it.
"I love you Dean. More the Mommy. Daddy will always love you." John whispered to the sleeping baby and kissed Dean's forehead. Dean made soft snuffles in his sleep; John smiled the noises Dean made.
"Goodnight Dean. Goodnight son." John said and placed Dean into the hospital crib, holding onto his tiny hand.
"I will never let anyone harm you." John promised him. "Not my son."
"Goodnight boys." John said.
"Goodnight Dad." Sam said and rubbed his eyes.
"Night Dad." Dean said. "Night Sam."
"Night night Dean." Sam said with another yawn. Billy stood in the doorway and watched the scene unfold in front of him. It was moments like this where he forgot the killings and remembered that his step-grandchildren where no more then children. Sweet, innocent and pure.
"Goodnight boys, I'll see you in the morning." Billy said with a smile.
"N-night Bubba." Sam said and within seconds he was fast asleep with his thumb still in his mouth.
"G'night Bubba." Dean said and closed his eyes and buried his head into Sam's, letting them sleep entwined and close. Their body heat radiating off each other. John kissed Sam and Dean's forehead one last time before heading downstairs with Billy and letting his sons sleep.