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works/876506.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Supernatural
  Relationship:
      Dean_Winchester/Sam_Winchester
  Character:
      Dean_Winchester, Sam_Winchester, Bobby_Singer, Castiel_(Supernatural),
      Azazel_(Supernatural), Meg_Masters
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-07-09 Updated: 2014-03-26 Chapters: 18/? Words: 58773
****** Beauty and the Beast ******
by Xiathia
Summary
     Long ago, the demon Azazel was told of a prophecy in which a boy king
     would emerge to lead the armies of darkness against the Light
     Bringer, a human who is said to have the power to seal the gates of
     hell forever. Finding the Boy King, he brought him to hell at only
     eight years of age. Now it's time for the boy to fulfill his role.
     There's only one problem...his name is Sammy.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
***** Sammy *****
It was the 26th of October, 1996. The deserted streets held an eerie promise of
unforeseen terrors which seemed to become more foreboding as the night wore on.
The pale moonlight cast an ominous glow on the form of a boy perusing the
neighborhood, his head held high as he made his way down Hollis Avenue, each
step bringing him closer and closer to his destination. The cool, crisp air
stung his nostrils, making him sniffle in disgust and stare up into nothing,
his accusatory glare making it seem as though he blamed the heavens for the
uncomfortable weather. But however cruel and formidable the cold may be, it
certainly wasn't going to stop him from finding what he was looking for, for
there was someone special that the boy's mind was set on. Someone who he
couldn't live without; REFUSED to live without. This particular thought had him
walking faster, a newfound bounce suddenly present in his step.
As he veered off towards the dirt road that would bring him to the object of
his obsessions, he bumped into a man walking in the opposite direction. "Hey!
Watch where the fuck you're going asshole!" he shouted, startling the dark
stranger out of his musings. The boy stopped and slowly turned around. A low
growl formed in his throat as he took a couple steps forward, staring
menacingly at the offending stranger, his eyes turning pitch black. The man
immediately put his hands up in surrender, mumbled an oath of apology, and
walked as fast as he could away from the altercation he brought upon himself to
create, recognizing a losing battle when he saw one. The boy followed the
offender's movements for the briefest of seconds before slowly turning around
and resuming his journey towards the house in the distance. He was almost
there, so close he could practically taste the fear of the man within its
walls. And why shouldn't he be afraid? He knew this day would eventually come.
A smirk suddenly appeared on the young man's lips as he made his way up the
driveway before slowly coming to a halt a couple feet away from the front door.
He stared at it for a moment before lifting his hand and, with a brief movement
of his index finger, the door burst wide open. The man who had been staring at
the flames burning in the fireplace turned around to face the intruder.
"It's been a long time son," he said.
The boy inched casually towards his father, his attention riveted on the fear
he saw in his eyes.
"Where is he?"
"Does it matter? You know I won't let you get within ten feet of that child.
I've kept him safe all these years. He's a good kid. The last thing he needs is
to get tangled up with the likes of you."
As the boy tried to walk closer, he was suddenly met with a force of resistance
which caused him to scowl at his father and follow his gaze up to the ceiling.
There, painted in blood, was a Devil's Trap. The young man looked back at his
dad and smirked.
"You honestly think this stunt of yours is going to keep me from him?" he asked
incredulously. "NOTHING can keep me from him. He's belonged to me since the
first day you placed his delicate body into my arms all those years ago. He was
mine then and he's mine now. I'm giving you a chance father, a chance to save
yourself. Let me walk out of here with him and no harm will come to you. Resist
and this day will be your last."
Sensing the danger that radiated off the boy, the father pulled out his book
and started reciting the exorcism ritual that he'd done so many times before
this night. It had little effect however, as his son's power cracked the
ceiling holding the Devil's Trap in place and practically teleported over to
his side, ripping the book out of his hands and snapping his neck with nothing
more than a thought. He did warn him. It was never a good thing to toy with a
demon. Too bad his father had to pay the price.
The boy glanced up at the top floor as a sense of peace washed over him. He
knew what awaited him up there. Taking the steps one stair at a time, he could
feel his heart hammering in his chest as he gradually approached the top of the
stairs. Making a left, he came to a bedroom door that he hadn't seen in a very
long time. As he slowly turned the knob, he heard a soft whimper inside, the
sound reverberating off the walls and going straight to his groin. He knew that
sound. LOVED that sound. It was the sound of an angel sleeping peacefully in
his bed, obviously having a very good dream. The occupant of the bedroom was
lying on his side. His right hand was stuffed underneath his pillow and his
left was fisted in the sheet covering his little frame. The young man took one
look at the boy and released a lustful sigh. He then came up to the foot of the
bed and breathlessly murmured the child's name. It was a name that has haunted
him since the first day the kid was born. It was a name associated with
everything he's always desired. It was the name of purity and innocence. Of
chastity and virtue. It was a name that he would never forget. The name of an
angel, HIS angel.
"Sammy."
***** Let Me Love You *****
"You're such a silly boy Sammy."
"And you look funny upside down daddy."
The sizzling summer sun shined brightly on Sam Winchester as he hung upside
down from the monkey bars at the park, making funny faces at his father and
reveling in the smile he got in return for his efforts. The moments Sammy
shared with John were few and far between so he spent most of his time milking
it for all it was worth. The day was going swimmingly until they heard shouting
in the distance. Uh-oh, thought Sam. The fun he was having with his father was
about to end. Daddy was bad and now he was in trouble.
"Just what in the hell do you think you're doing?"
Sam watched his father stiffen and close his eyes at the accusing tone coming
from behind him.
"Me and Sammy were just having some fun Dean," John said as he turned around to
face his eldest son. "He's not gonna get hurt."
Dean stared menacingly at his father, the look stunning him into silence.The
boy may have been daddy's little soldier, but that title was always forfeited
the moment John did something with Sam that he wasn't supposed to do.
"Not gonna get hurt huh? Do you have any idea how many times he's fallen from
those bars? Do you know how many times I've had to rock him in my arms to get
him to stop crying? No you don't because YOU'RE NEVER HERE! I'M the one who
makes him laugh when he's sad. I'M the one who bends over backwards to make him
happy. I'M the one bathes him, feeds him, clothes him and kisses his boo boos
away. I am the one who takes care of him so he belongs to me and when I say
he's not allowed on those monkey bars then he's not allowed on those monkey
bars goddammit! I swear if you disregard another one of my rules again I will
make sure that you regret it!"
Dean stormed past John to wrap Sammy in his arms. "Are you okay baby boy? God,
I'm so sorry you had to see that. I love you so much Sammy. I really wish you'd
stop hanging from those damn bars. Why can't you do what I tell you to do? When
I tell you to do something, it's out of love. I need to keep you safe little
brother. I couldn't bear it if something happened to you."
"I'm sorry De," Sam said. "I promise I'll never do it again. Do you forgive
me?"
His older brother responded by placing a soft kiss to his forehead. It was at
that moment that Sam heard the sound of a door opening in the distance. He
tried to ignore it, not wanting this moment with the older boy to end, but when
his vision started becoming fuzzy he knew something was about to happen.
Something he couldn't control. As the sight in front of his eyes started to
disintegrate into thin air, he felt as though he was being pulled out of his
own body, watching from below as the park and everything in it faded into
nothing.
"Sammy."
The sound of his name being spoken caused Sam to sit up in bed with a gasp, his
face an expression of utter bewilderment as he felt his brain struggle to once
again become one with his own consciousness. Pale hazel eyes blinked their
confusion into the dark bedroom while his body began to sense another presence
somewhere close by. Looking around the room with the vigilance of a hawk, his
gaze finally settled on the form of a boy at the foot of his bed. Realizing
that there was a stranger in his midst, Sam automatically began to panic.
"DADDY!"
Seeing the look of pure terror on the face of his beloved, the older boy was at
Sammy's side before he could so much as blink.
"Shh it's okay baby boy," the boy whispered as he wrapped his arms around his
brother's shaking body. "I'm not going to hurt you. It's me…Dean."
Hearing the name of his long lost brother, Sam stopped struggling and stared
into the older boy's eyes. Finding not so much as a hint of deception, he felt
his lips curve upwards into a tiny smile as he reached a hand out to touch his
brother's face.
"Dean? Is it…is it really you?"
Dean's eyes fluttered shut as he felt himself leaning into Sam's touch.
Struggling to keep a lid on his emotions, he took a deep breath in an attempt
to prevent himself from ravishing the boy right where they sat. Sam must have
sensed the inner struggle going on within him because he felt his little
brother's body pulling away from him. Snapping his eyes open at the sudden
loss, his fingers tightened on Sam's arms as a low growl escaped his lips.
"Don't pull away from me," he snarled.
The tone of Dean's voice scared Sam. Everything about Dean was beginning to
scare him. He sensed a struggle warring within the young man's heart, a growing
darkness intent on devouring his very soul. Not knowing what to do about what
he saw in his big brother's eyes, Sammy went limp in his arms and put his head
down, not wanting Dean to see the tears he was trying so hard to keep beneath
his eyelids. Seeing that his harsh words had upset his brother, Dean forced his
expression to soften. The broken look on his Sammy's face caused his heart to
constrict painfully in his chest. It was in that moment that he knew beyond a
shadow of a doubt that he was going to spend the rest of his life making sure
that the expression he saw on his little brother's face would never again see
the light of day.
"I'm so sorry baby boy," Dean murmured, running his hands through the floppy
brown hair he loved so much. "I didn't mean to get so angry. I would never do
anything to hurt you Sam. I just…I've been without you for so long and the
feeling of you pulling away from me just…it hurt. But we don't ever have to be
separated again. Please baby…please tell me that we can be together. Tell me
that I can be the one to take care of you and make you happy. I want you so
fucking bad, baby boy. I just…I wanna love you Sammy. Won't you let me love
you?"
Sam just stared at his brother in confusion as a myriad of questions flowed
through his brain at once, each demanding an answer that only Dean could
provide. How did Dean manage to show up in his room after being away for so
long? Where was he all this time? What does dad have to say about all of this?
It was at that moment that Sammy realized that his father was nowhere to be
found.
"Dean?" Sam whispered. "Where's daddy?"
Dean watched his little brother's face for a long moment, debating on whether
or not to lie to him about John's fate. Telling Sam he killed their father
would undoubtedly cause friction between the two brothers and that was the last
thing that Dean wanted. Sammy was a smart boy though and he would eventually
figure it out on his own so why lie? "Dad's gone baby boy. It's just you and me
now. He was trying to keep us apart. But he can't keep you from me. Nobody can.
I'll kill anyone that tries to take you away."
Dean watched as realization hit Sam about their father. His eyes widened for a
brief moment before a look of pure and utter torment made itself known on his
handsome face. He put his head in his hands and started to cry. Dean, who was
programmed since childhood to look out for Sammy, always hated his little
brother's tears as they were a sign that all was not well with his baby angel.
Before he knew what he was doing, Dean found himself pulling Sam into his lap
while once again running his fingers through the boy's hair.
"Shh, don't cry sweetheart. You're such a good baby boy Sammy. My baby boy. I'm
gonna take such good care of you. You're never going to want or need for
anything ever again, I promise. Look at me baby." Dean lifted up Sam's chin so
that they were staring into each other's eyes. "I know you're scared baby boy.
But you have to believe me…I would never harm you. I'd rather die. You and I
belong together Sammy. Give me the chance to prove it to you. Let me earn your
trust. I promise you that in time you will come to love me as I love you.
Please baby…please be a good boy for me. Can you do that? Will you be a good
baby brother and let me love you?"
It was clear that Dean loved him. Of that, Sam was certain. The pleading look
on his face, the tenderness with which his hand ran slowly up and down his back
and the tone of his voice all conveyed the sincerity of his words. The emotions
warring inside Sam caused him to once again lower his head toward the ground in
thought. What would he be getting himself into if he accepted Dean's offer?
Even if he did in fact love Sammy, he still didn't trust him. There was a
darkness inside of his big brother…a darkness Sam wasn't sure he liked. But
with dad gone… did he really have a choice? Without Dean, he was lost. He was
only thirteen years old, far too young to take care of himself. Giving himself
over to his brother would at least ensure that he didn't have to struggle to
survive. For the first time in his life, Sam felt out of control; helpless. But
while his conflicting emotions with regard to Dean worried him, he realized
that without him he was nothing. Seeing no other alternative, Sammy slowly
raised his head and gazed into his brother's eyes once more as he felt himself
submitting to the older boy's will.
"Yes Dean…I'll be a good boy."
Dean smiled at his baby angel, his reason for existing, knowing full well that
his little brother meant every word he said.
"I know you will Sammy."
***** Jealousy *****
"Order up!"
Sam tore his gaze away from the window as he heard one of the chefs announce
the completion of another order. Watching as one of the new waitresses stumbled
to retrieve it, he couldn't help but notice that her obvious inexperience
prevented her from realizing that the cup belonging to one of her customers had
been empty for the last twenty minutes. The neglected man glared at the girl as
she once again walked past him to deliver another person's food, not even
hearing his little remark about his server being completely useless. Walking
past Sam on her way to the table behind him, she gave him a tiny smile that
caused his cheeks to flush with embarrassment while a corresponding shade of
crimson discolored his otherwise flawless features. Sam had always been a
rather shy boy, so having any kind of attention placed on him was rather
unwelcome for obvious reasons. It didn't seem to help that the girl spent a lot
of her time staring at him as she walked from one side of the restaurant to the
other, making sure to smile at him every time she strutted past his table. Sam
would have left to go somewhere else but his hunger prevented him from settling
for anything less than what has always been his favorite place to eat.
The first time Sam had discovered Poncho's Crab Shack was when he was four.
John had been driving his sons to Bobby's house for the weekend when Sam saw a
giant boat-shaped building coming up on Dean's side of the Impala. Undoing his
car seat, he climbed into Dean's lap and pitched a fit about wanting to, as he
put it, "Sail the seven seas on dry land." Needless to say, that's exactly
where they ended up having dinner for the night. John had tried to resist but
an evil glare shot his way by his eldest son made any protests he might have
had turn to ash in his mouth. Dean had a habit of spoiling Sammy rotten and
when John tried saying no to something his little heart desired well…let's just
say it didn't go over very well with his older brother.
Sam remembered that night like it was yesterday, mainly because Dean had caused
a horrible scene which resulted in them getting kicked out of the restaurant.
Everything proved quite uneventful in the beginning. Sammy was eating lobster
for the first time and had declared it the best thing ever, John was reading up
on something called a Yeenaaldlooshii, and Dean was smirking at every pretty
girl that walked by their table while simultaneously placing his hand on Sam's
thigh to keep him from running off the way he always did back then. Things
didn't start going south until one of the other customers, a beautiful blonde
who's necklace indicated that her name was Cindy, came to John commenting about
how beautiful little Sammy was.
"Oh my god! I am so sorry but I just had to come over here and tell you what a
beautiful little boy you have there! How old is he?"
John looked up from the book he was reading and blinked his confusion at the
woman who'd praised his son. After a few moments realization hit him and he
turned to look at little Sammy. Sam was resting his head on Dean's shoulder,
trying to fight the war with sleep his body raged on him. Upon hearing the
woman's compliment, he lifted his head to glance at the girl before smiling
shyly and burying his face in the crook of his brother's neck, determined to
hide the blush that started to form on his chubby cheeks.
"He's four," John replied, smiling at his son's bashfulness. "Forgive him, he's
a little shy. You want to try saying hi to the nice lady Sam?"
Sam, who's coy nature prevented him from making direct eye contact, was about
to reply when he felt the tensing of his brother's muscles beneath his Led
Zeppelin t-shirt. Trying to remain inconspicuous, he carefully raised his head
to spare a glance at the older boy, determined to decipher the reason for his
sudden rigidness.
Dean was scowling at the woman as though she had insulted him. Sam couldn't
understand why the girl got that kind of reaction out of his brother, but the
glare he gave her took on a decidedly dangerous edge when she ran her fingers
through his hair, making him look over at her in confusion. Before he could
even acknowledge her forwardness, Dean had stabbed the woman's hand with his
fork, causing her to fall to the ground in pain.
The unexpected chain of events that had just taken place produced an
incalculable amount of emotions deep within little Sammy, emotions that
demanded his reaction which he undoubtedly gave. Feeling his eyes well up with
tears, he started to cry. Normally he had his brother to comfort him when times
like these arose but this time he seemed to angry to notice. Instead, Dean
leaped out of his chair and stood over the woman with the most menacing look
Sam had ever seen on anybody.
"You stupid little bitch," he said angrily, kicking the woman hard in the
stomach. "Who the hell do you think you are? How dare you put your hands on MY
boy! Don't you know it's rude to touch what doesn't belong to you? I think we
need to have a little… chat… about your lack of manners!"
" STOP IT DEAN! LEAVE HER ALONE!"
The older boy's hand froze in midair, his intention to slap the woman long
forgotten as he whipped his head around to look at his little brother. The
expression of agony on Sam's face must have had quite an effect on him because
the next thing he knew, Dean was rushing over to Sammy in record time, wrapping
his arms around him and running his hand up and down his back, all the while
whispering soothing words into his ear.
"Shh calm down baby. You're okay. I shouldn't have let you see that. Don't be
sorry. This was all her fault Sammy. You did nothing wrong. I love you so much.
So much."
Upon hearing these words, Sam's sobs started to subside a little at a time
before finally stopping altogether when his brother placed a soft kiss to his
quivering lips.
John, who had been sitting in his chair frozen in fear since the whole thing
started (much like the rest of the customers), snapped out of his paralytic
haze just in time to see the manager rush to their table and demand they leave
the restaurant before he called the police. Keeping his head down in order to
avoid eye contact with anyone, John took his boys and left.
Settling in later that night at Bobby's house, Sam turned to Dean and asked why
he was so angry all the time.
"I'm not angry Sammy. I just don't like the thought of anyone else touching
you."
"Why De?" Sam asked curiously.
"Because you're mine and I love you. I don't want anyone to take you away from
me. That's what that woman wanted to do you know. She wanted to take you away
and make you her Sammy. I couldn't let that happen baby boy. I can't…I refuse
to live without you. Is that what you want? Do you want me to disappear? Maybe
you don't love me anymore."
Hearing his brother speak such foul words, and then folding his arms and
turning away, caused panic to swirl low in Sam's belly. Running to Dean and
wrapping his arms around him, he held on tight and started to cry, pleading
with Dean to stay.
"No De! I still love you! I love you so much it hurts! Please don't leave me
Dean. I'd die without you!"
His words must have satisfied Dean, for the next thing he knew he was being
held by his older brother.
"Hush baby boy," Dean murmured soothingly, wiping away Sam's tears with both
hands. "You know I would never leave you. C'mon Sammy. Let's go to bed."
Sam allowed his brother to carry him to their bedroom, sighing in contentment
as he cuddled with Dean beneath the covers. Sam remembered feeling a sense of
peace wash over him in that moment as the memory of what happened at the
restaurant faded away. All that remained was his love for Dean. That's all
there was. That's all there ever was…
"Excuse me…are you okay hon?"
Hearing the voice of the waitress pulled Sam out of his reverie, the past now
long forgotten as he tried to focus his attention on the girl staring
quizzically at him.
"Huh? Oh yes I'm fine. Sorry…must have zoned out for a minute."
"That happens to me all the time. Where did your friend go?"
Sam instantly became alert at the mention of his brother.
"Oh he went to the restroom. He should be back any second now. He's actually my
brother."
His waitress, whose name was Aimee, smiled down at him when he mentioned they
were siblings.
"I have a brother too. He's seventeen going on eighteen. I'm fifteen but I get
to work because my family owns the restaurant. By the way did you know that you
have the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen?" Real smooth Aimee, she thought to
herself. First you babble incoherently, then you drop that kind of bombshell on
the boy. That'll really get him going…dumbass.
Sam blushed furiously at the compliment but managed to smile warmly at her when
she lowered her head in embarrassment. She's shy too, thought Sam. Somehow that
made him feel better and before he knew it, him and Aimee had spent nearly
fifteen minutes bonding over books, movies and their mutual interest in
attending law school when they grew up. He had become so engrossed in his
conversation that he didn't see Dean approaching the table, stopping dead in
his tracks at the sight of somebody else near Sam. When something the girl said
made him laugh, Dean's eyes flashed completely black. Giving himself a few
moments to stifle his anger at the fact that someone else had put that smile on
his Sammy's face, he then came up to the two love birds and cleared his throat
so he would be noticed.
Looking away from Aimee's eyes and into Dean's, Sam could tell that something
was wrong with him. It had been three days since that night at the house, and
his older brother's anger had really made itself known since then. It usually
manifested when someone looked at Sammy or tried engaging him in conversation,
which tended to happen quite regularly as the kid was a magnet that attracted
attention wherever he went. Sam and the Impala were the only things that seemed
to make his brother happy. Sam wasn't stupid. He knew the look on the older
boy's face was the byproduct of jealousy, and he knew all too well from past
experience what his brother was capable of when he was on a possessive kick.
"D…Dean!" Sam stammered. "What took you so long?"
Dean just glared at the young girl, never taking his eyes off her as he
replied, "I had to make a quick phone call. Who's your little friend Sammy?"
Walking over to Dean, Aimee extended her arm outwards in an attempt to shake
hands with the boy. He didn't take it, but that didn't seem to bother the girl,
who just kept talking as if the moment in which they found themselves in wasn't
awkward at all.
"Hi! I'm Aimee. I was just on my break and thought I'd come over here to say hi
to your brother real quick. He looked so lonely sitting there all by
himself…like a lost puppy. It was so cute."
At the mention of his baby boy, Dean turned his head to look at his little
brother and Sam noticed his eyes narrow at the weak smile he gave Aimee.
Focusing his attention once again on Dean, he cringed when he found that his
brother was still staring at him. The look on his face was terrifying. He
didn't know for sure, but something told him that Aimee was in danger.
"Yes he is rather…adorable isn't he? I've always had a thing for those puppy
dog eyes myself. They work wonders on women… don't they Sammy?" His green eyes
glinted, and Sam knew exactly who Dean was referring to. He also knew that he
was just given a warning. His brother was telling him in his own cryptic way
that unless he wanted a repeat of past events, Sam was to end whatever was
beginning to blossom between him and Aimee immediately.
"Well it was nice meeting you Aimee," Sam cut in, interrupting whatever the
girl was about to say next. "I think it's about time we hit the road. It's
getting late."
Aimee looked disappointed, but nodded her acquiescence. "It was nice meeting
you too Sam. I hope I see you again." She was about to leave when something
came over her and before she knew it, she had reached down and kissed Sammy on
the cheek.
Oh no, he thought. This is bad…this is very bad. As Aimee ran off to resume her
duties, Sam looked over at Dean and was surprised to see him returning his gaze
with a concentration that made him uneasy.. He looked thoughtful, almost as if
he was trying to decide whether or not his brother was real and not just a
figment of his imagination.
"Dean? Are…are you alright?"
Snapping out of whatever daze he was in, Dean smiled at Sam and dropped some
money on the table.
"I'm fine Sammy. Come on, let's get the hell out here. You look like you could
use a nap."
===============================================================================
Back at the motel they were staying at, Sam looked over at Dean hesitantly, not
knowing how to approach the situation regarding Aimee. Nothing may have
happened back at the restaurant when she kissed him, but that didn't
necessarily mean his brother was going to let it go. Sam couldn't shake the
feeling that the older boy was going to harm her, and he wanted to make sure
that he could prevent his brother from doing anything that would hurt the girl.
Before he could open his mouth to broach the subject however, Sam noticed Dean
staring intently at him, the weight of his gaze making Sam squirm uncomfortably
in his seat.
Dean stared at him for a long moment before finally breaking the silence. "Come
over here Sammy," he murmured quietly.
Approaching his brother apprehensively, Sam couldn't help but feel as though
this was a case of the prey walking right into the predator's den. He wanted to
stop, to run away and never look back but instead found himself following the
older boy's orders without hesitation.
"That's it baby," Dean purred seductively. "Come to me."
Sam felt himself shiver at the sound of Dean's voice, his words fueling the
fire that burned low in his belly. As soon as he was within arm's length, he
let out a surprised gasp as his brother reached out and pulled Sam into his
lap. Having Dean's body trapped between his spread legs caused a sigh to escape
his lips, a sigh that transformed into a low moan when Dean grabbed his ass and
pushed their cocks together, the feel of it driving Sam to the brink of
madness. Before he could so much as form a single coherent thought, Dean began
grinding against him, the friction causing an unfamiliar feeling to develop
between his legs.
"Sammy," Dean moaned, running his hands up and down Sam's back. "You feel so
good baby. I know you're scared. But you have nothing to fear with me. I love
you so much little brother. You love me right?"
When he didn't answer, Dean rotated his hips more aggressively than before,
eliciting a particularly loud moan out of Sam.
"Y…yes big brother."
"That's my baby. You're such a good boy Sammy. So sweet and innocent. So
pure…so angelic…so mine."
Sam stared hypnotically into his brother's eyes, faces pressed so close
together he could see the tiny flecks of gold that peppered the emerald-colored
irises. The words that fell from his lips created a strange feeling inside Sam,
an emotion so foreign it scared him. All five of his senses were being
stimulated at once, leaving a euphoric sensation that spread like a virus
throughout his entire being and beyond, transcending past the realm of his
physical reality and implanting itself into his very soul. It was almost as if
the darkness that plagued his brother was trying to merge into one with his
inner light in an attempt to stifle it completely.
Not knowing how to handle the strange emotions blossoming inside him, Sam
started to cry, tears falling freely down his face as he tried burying his head
in Dean's shoulder. Dean prevented this by blocking his little brother's head
with his own, moving in close and licking the salt from Sam's cheeks.
"Look at me baby boy," he whispered quietly, releasing a lustful sigh as
emerald clashed with hazel. "I don't want you to cry. There's nothing wrong
with enjoying my touch. I know it feels good to you little brother. Don't
you dare try to deny it."
Dean reached in between their bodies to cup Sam's cock through his jeans,
extracting a tiny whimper from the younger boy. He wanted to say no, to tell
Dean that it was too much, but any protests he might have had were long
forgotten as he felt himself being flipped onto his back. Before he could
question what was happening, his pants were around his ankles and his brother's
fist was sliding up and down his shaft, the friction making Sam cry out in
pleasure.
"Wha…what are you doing to me?"
"I'm just making you feel good Sammy," Dean murmured seductively. "Don't you
wanna feel good?"
"Pl…please…st…stop," he whimpered, the strange sensations too much for his
virgin body to handle. "It f…feels so g…good."
Grinning wickedly at Sam's words, Dean ignored his protests and sped up his
strokes instead, determined to send his baby brother over the edge.
"You can't fight me Sammy. My power over you is too strong. I know you want
this baby boy. You just can't see it yet. Nobody else could ever make you feel
this fucking good. That little bitch of yours from the restaurant? She could
never give it to you the way I can. I'm gonna show her what happens when you
try getting close to my Sammy. You're mine baby. All mine. I don't care what
you do or what you say, I'll die before I let you go."
The possessiveness that dripped from every word his brother spoke caused an
erotic sigh to slip past Sam's lips. He tried to fight the pressure building
low in his belly but his efforts proved futile and before long, his body began
to shake uncontrollably.
"You like that baby?" Dean purred, gazing into Sam's eyes with so much lust it
took his breath away. "Such a good boy. So fucking hot Sammy. I want to feel
you come apart beneath me. I'm gonna be the first one to bring you to ecstasy
baby boy. Come on…give it to me baby. Be a good boy and come for big brother."
Almost as though his body was programmed to obey Dean's every command, an
intensely pleasurable sensation coursed through Sam at the exact moment the
older boy demanded his release, causing his eyes to roll in the back of his
head and a loud groan to sound in his throat as his orgasm ripped through every
fiber of his being.
Dean continued to stroke Sammy as his orgasmic spasms transformed into soothing
aftershocks, not stopping until he felt the younger boy's cock grow flaccid
beneath his fingers.
"That's my baby," Dean whispered, stroking Sam's hair soothingly. You're such a
good boy, letting me love you like this. Now close your eyes little brother.
Being loved this way for the first time is confusing, I know. But you need to
trust me. I would never harm you Sammy. I love you so much."
He wanted to argue, wanted an explanation as to what had just happened to him,
but his body was so exhausted from Dean's ministrations that he found himself
complying with his brother's wishes. Closing his eyes, he allowed sleep to
overtake him, not even hearing his brother's footsteps as he quietly made his
way across the dingily lit motel room and to the front door, shutting it softly
behind him so as not to wake his precious Sammy.
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"No! No please! I didn't do anything with him, I swear!"
Dean felt his lips curve upwards into a devious smile as he slowly made his way
over to the pathetic sack of shit he had pinned against the wall. He wanted to
end her miserable existence and watch as the life drained from her blue eyes.
She had gone too far, getting close to his beautiful boy like that. Now she was
going to be punished.
"You're a lying whore," he snarled. "You tried taking little Sammy away from
me. That's an offense punishable by death you know. You thought you were sooo
smart didn't you? Thought you could just come in here and charm my boy into
your bed. That'll never happen Aimee. He's mine…and I don't fucking share."
Moving in close so that his face was inches from hers, he shoved his hand
inside her chest and ripped out her heart. "You should have stayed away," he
whispered before crushing it in his fist, smiling devilishly at the blood
dripping between his clenched fingers. That'll teach her to mess with my Sammy,
he thought to himself. The thought of his little brother caused Dean's body to
shiver with pure lust as he made his way back to his Sammy, leaving Aimee's
dead body on the floor for her parents to find in the morning.
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Slivers of moonlight peeked through the curtains of the dark motel room,
highlighting the silhouette of Sam's form as he tossed and turned on the bed,
seemingly in the throes of an unbearable nightmare. His sweat slicked skin
glistened in the pale light, making it appear as if he were made of crystal.
This was no ordinary nightmare the boy found himself in. This particular
nightmare consisted of prophecies, damnation, and a battle between the forces
of darkness and light. As the dream intensified, a crash outside brought Sam
back to reality as he shot straight up in bed with an audible gasp, his shaky
breaths making his entire body vibrate. Not again, he thought to himself. He
must have had that dream about a million times before, but not once did it ever
seem so vivid, so crystal clear, so…real. Burying his face in his hands, he
struggled to remember something, something important about the nightmare he'd
just woken up from. Coming up with nothing, he got up from the bed and made his
way to the bathroom. After splashing some cold water over his face, he looked
up and stared at himself in the mirror, a look of horror making itself known as
he took in his appearance. The contours of his face were sunken in, his skin
was deathly pale, and the dark circles around his eyes were huge, making Sam
think of a raccoon. Must be the stress that comes with being around Dean 24/7,
he thought.
The thought of Dean caused memories of earlier that night to manifest in his
mind, making him blush furiously and hang his head down in shame. What the hell
was he thinking letting his brother do all those terrible things to him? Sam
knew he loved his brother, but his absence was rather welcoming as it gave the
younger boy time to think about the current situation in which he found himself
in.
The sheer amount of self loathing that Sam felt over what he and Dean had done
that night nearly took his breath away. The worst part about all of this was
that he had liked it. Liked it enough to where he wanted it to happen again.
The realization of that caused Sam to lift the toilet seat and empty his
stomach into it in disgust, hating himself for sinking so low that he was
aroused at the idea of being naked with his older brother. He couldn't possibly
want something that sinful. He was a good boy and good boys didn't want things
like that…right? It must have been the pleasurable sensation he felt when Dean
touched him, that feeling that had his eyes rolling in the back of his head.
What exactly was that anyway?
Getting up off his knees and forcing his incestuous thoughts to disappear, he
slowly made his way back to the bed, wanting to curl up in a ball and sleep it
all away. As he walked limply towards his destination however, a full-bodied
shiver coursed through him and he stopped dead in his tracks. The thing he was
trying to remember about his dream suddenly reappeared, implanting itself into
Sam's consciousness. There was a man present in that nightmare, a man who put
fear into every fiber of his being… a man with yellow eyes. Sam could still
hear his name echoing off the walls in his mind until it came to the surface,
forcing him to say it out loud.
Azazel
***** Motel Debauchery *****
 The neon sign outside of the motel flickered noisily as Dean made his way to
room 5, blood pumping furiously through his veins as a repeat of Aimee's murder
replayed itself over and over in his head like a broken record. He was running
  off pure adrenaline, making it impossible for him to sit still or pull away
from the memories clouding his brain, the rush of what it felt like to rip out
the young girl's heart still very much alive inside him. He had to release all
 of this excess energy somehow. What better way to do that than to unleash all
                   of his pent-up lust on his baby brother?
Sammy. Just thinking about him made both the hairs on his neck and the cock in
 his jeans stand at attention. Dean felt himself shiver at the unexpected turn
 his thoughts had taken and he doubted it had anything to do with the cold. It
was him…it was always him. Kid is gonna be the death of me, he thought warily.
 Walking into his motel room, he felt his whole body stiffen at the sight that
  greeted him. There by the bed with his back pressed against the headboard,
    hugging his knees to his chest, was Sam. His features were frozen in an
  expression of pure terror as he sat staring at the wall in front of him. He
 didn't even seem to acknowledge his brother's presence which alarmed Dean and
 before he knew it, the "Take care of Sammy" switch that was always present in
his brain flipped on automatically before he could do anything about it. Taking
 five long strides towards the bed; he was there in a flash, wrapping his arms
around Sam while simultaneously trying to hide the scowl that developed on his
               face at the sight of his baby boy so distressed.
                                   "Sammy?"
  Sam kept on staring at the wall as if in a trance, the agony written on the
boy's features forcing bile to rise up in Dean's throat at the realization that
whatever was wrong with the younger male was a hell of a lot more serious than
                          he had originally thought.
 "Sammy? Oh god please answer me baby. What's wrong? Tell me what's wrong so I
                                 can fix it."
Slowly turning his head to face his older brother, Sam looked at him with such
  anguish and pain that it made Dean's heart hurt. Seeing the tears cascading
down his baby brother's cheeks only seemed to fuel the fire he felt igniting in
  his soul, causing his body to tense and the tone of his voice to harden. A
dangerous thought suddenly occurred to Dean, a thought that brought back all of
 the homicidal malice he could have sworn he had ridden himself of earlier. If
the hunch he developed proved to be true, then it looked like Aimee wasn't the
                 only one who'd be found dead before sunrise.
"Did someone hurt you Sam?" The silence he was rewarded with seemed to confirm
his suspicions, and the knowledge that someone was responsible for that look on
 his brother's face infuriated him to the point of madness. Feeling something
 inside of him snap, Dean laid down on the bed and pulled Sam on top of him so
  that his back was pressed against Dean's chest. The impulsivity of the act
didn't confuse him, most of his actions were always done on a whim when it came
to Sammy and that damn switch that always seemed to turn on when his boy was in
                                   trouble.
    Sam, startled out of whatever daze he was in, looked around the room in
     confusion before finally registering his brother's body beneath his.
 "Dean? Wha…what are you doing?" he asked, turning his head to the side so he
                        could see the older boy's face.
"Shh. Hush baby boy. You're fine. All I wanna do is love you. I'm gonna make it
                         all better Sammy, I promise."
                            "I…I don't understand."
 "You don't have to understand anything. Don't think sweetheart. Not now. Just
                                    feel."
Never breaking eye contact from his brother, Dean ripped Sam's boxers off with
     his mind, reveling in the sharp intake of breath he got in response.
"I knew your little cock was gonna be hard for me. God the things you do to me
                                    Sammy."
Feeling his mouth water at the sight of his brother's naked body, Dean wrapped
 his fingers around Sam's dick and watched as it slid in and out of his fist.
  His movements were premeditated, each lazy stroke rhythmically administered
just enough to drive his baby brother crazy without sending him flying over the
edge. He wanted to take his time with little Sammy. Wanted his baby brother to
                       know exactly who he belonged to.
"Tell me," he whispered lasciviously into Sammy's ear. "Who turns you on baby?
I know it's not that little bitch you were getting so cozy with earlier. Do you
  think she could have you panting and grasping at the sheets the way you're
doing now? Huh? Think she could make that little dick of yours twitch and spasm
      in her hand the way I do? Think she could make you come like I do?"
 "Oh god," Sam moaned, panting up at the ceiling in ecstasy. "No De. Just you.
                                  Only you."
  Poor little Sammy, Dean thought to himself. He used to be such a beacon of
light, the halo he carried around his head practically blinding everyone around
 him with the stunning radiance it exuded. Now look at what he's been reduced
to: lying spread eagle on the bed of some sleazy motel with his face frozen in
an expression of utter bliss at the feeling of his big brother's hand massaging
 his throbbing cock. He looked like the poster boy for debauchery; the perfect
 picture of a fallen angel, capable of holding any onlooker spellbound by his
            fragile beauty. And he was all Dean's…now and forever.
     "De please. I…I can't take it anymore. Make it stop. It's too much."
 "I'll decide when you've had enough baby brother. You've been such a naughty
   boy, letting somebody else touch you like that. What makes you think you
         deserve my mercy? Do you think you've been a good boy Sammy?"
 Sam opened his eyes long enough to look at his brother, confusion and arousal
     clearly evident on his features. "De…wh...what are you doing to me?"
"Nothing you don't already want. God, I'm so selfish when it comes to you, Sam.
I want you all to myself. Every single fucking inch of you. I could never stop
                   loving you, baby boy. I gotta have you."
 "Y…you do have me De," Sam gasped, his eyes once again clenching shut as Dean
sped up his strokes. "You don't have to do this. We don't…we don't have to keep
                    on this way. We can just be brothers."
  Dean's lips curved up into a knowing smile at Sam's words. His baby brother
could deny his urges all he wanted but the older boy knew better. He would show
Sammy that this was meant to be, that all of this was meant to happen. "So… you
            want me to stop pleasuring your body then, is that it?"
                         "Yes," he whimpered quietly.
 "Yes?" Dean asked, stilling his hand and grinning when Sammy's eyes shot wide
                                open in horror.
  "NO!" Sam cried out, grasping his brother's hand and sighing in pleasure as
                     Dean started stroking him once more.
  "See? You need this too baby. I know you do. Need me to massage that little
 cock nice and slow, rub it over and over again until you shudder and come all
   over my hand. Would you like that Sammy? Want me to give you that feeling
 again? The one that had your eyes rolling in the back of your head? Maybe if
you're a good boy, I'll even lick my fingers clean afterwards while you watch."
    Dean smiled wickedly when Sam's body began to shake. Grabbing his baby
  brother's chin with his free hand, he slowly tilted his head to the side so
   that he could gaze into Sam's eyes. He looked on the verge of tears, the
 intense pleasure Dean was blessing the boy with becoming too much for him to
                                    handle.
"De…oh god it's coming. I can feel it. It's sooo goood. P…please…stop. Th…this
                                isn't r…right."
"Shh. Don't speak Sammy. This is right and you know it. Don't you dare deny me
baby. I won't let you. I'm gonna make you come so hard and all you're gonna be
able to do is just lie there and take it. Come for me my precious angel. I want
                    to feel you fall apart inside my fist."
 Sam began to moan as the intoxicating mixture of touch and sound invaded his
senses, his tiny whimpers gradually becoming louder and longer until Dean could
 feel him dangling right on the edge, closing his eyes tight in what seemed to
 be an attempt to prevent his orgasm. Refusing to be denied what he wanted so
badly, Dean slid his tongue in between his baby brother's open lips. Sam's eyes
  shot wide open, crying out into the older boy's mouth and victory had never
                               tasted so sweet.
Dean tore his mouth away so he could watch his brother come undone beneath his
fingers, unable to stop whispering filthy words into Sam's ear as he struggled
           through his climax with shivery moans and lustful sighs.
 "Yeah that's it sugar. Give it to me baby boy. Look at you coming all over my
  hand like the good boy you are. I fucking love jacking you off Sammy. That
  little prick of yours knows big brother's the only one who treats it right,
   doesn't it? God… so good for me. I love you so fucking much, baby angel."
   Dean continued to stroke Sam through his aftershocks until he became too
sensitive for his brother's touch and pushed his hand away. Hating the look of
 shame and self-loathing suddenly present on his baby's face, Dean maneuvered
  them so that they were both on their sides facing each other and pulled him
                                into his arms.
 "Sleep, my darling. We have a long day of driving ahead of us tomorrow and I
need you well rested. I love you so much little brother. You love me too, don't
                                     you?"
Sam buried his face in his shoulder in response, cuddling close as a tear fell
  in between his cheek and Dean's body. Unable to do anything but squeeze him
  tighter, Dean held him close until his breathing became shallow, indicating
                       that he'd finally fallen asleep.
 "I'm gonna make you happy Sammy," Dean whispered as he stared at the sleeping
boy lying naked beside him. He was the most beautiful thing in the whole world,
 the reason for his older brother's entire existence. He'd stolen Dean's heart
 the minute he first laid eyes on him. From the moment he was born, Sammy was
 his whole world. He'd sworn to his pathetic excuse for a father that he would
  take care of him and he'd kept that promise right up until the time he was
    thrown into hell by Azazel. His role as the harbinger of doom would be
fulfilled, he would see to that. But it would have to take a back seat for now.
Sammy would always be his top priority and if that wretched demon had a problem
                   with that then that was just tough shit.
  The thought of Azazel put Dean in a sour mood. It had been days since he'd
spoken to him and he knew full well how unhappy that probably made the bastard.
He had planned on being in Alabama by tonight, but plans often go awry when the
   sudden need to pleasure your brother creeps up on you like a thief in the
 night. No matter…tomorrow he would find out who was bothering Sam and dispose
 of him. Then he would introduce the boy to Rosewood Manor. He just hoped none
of his fellow demons went anywhere near his baby brother. He'd hate to have to
                       kill a part of his growing army.
 With that thought in mind, Dean cuddled closer to Sam and drifted off into a
 peaceful slumber, blissfully unaware of the smirking man lingering outside of
the window watching the two boys sleep, his yellow eyes glittering beneath the
                                  full moon.
                                        
***** Rosewood Manor *****
 It was a little after seven the next evening when the cutting of the Impala's
engine awoke a sleeping Sam, eyes fluttering open as Dean leaned over to place
                      a soft kiss to his brother's lips.
              "Wake up Sweetheart," Dean whispered. "We're here."
Sitting up in the passenger seat, Sam took in the unfamiliar surroundings being
so graciously displayed through the windows of the car. What immediately caught
 his attention was the breathtaking country estate laid out before him. Not a
 place for the broke and penniless, this house was obviously built for someone
   very wealthy. Sam had a feeling the owners were extremely appreciative of
  nature as the backyard was surrounded by trees while the front of the house
consisted of well-trimmed hedges arranged in a pattern of small to large, with
 two small trees coming together at the end on either side of the porch steps.
 The building itself was three stories high, with the top half made of ivory-
colored cement fiberglass siding and the bottom half consisting of brick. There
were thirteen windows visible, each encased in black shutters that seemed to be
  freshly painted. Sam stared at the house in wonder, barely maintaining the
presence of mind to watch where he was going as he got out of the car and made
                         his way up the long driveway.
 Dean himself spent most of his time taking in Sam's reaction to the place. He
     was very pleased to find his little brother so enamored with Rosewood
Manor. Maybe bringing him here wasn't such a bad idea after all, he thought to
                                   himself.
                       "How many acres is this land De?"
                      "Three, I believe. Do you like it?"
Sam stared at his brother incredulously, making Dean feel as if he'd just grown
   a third leg. "Are you kidding? De, how the hell did you find this place?"
 "That's none of your concern pet," he replied. "A friend owns this house and
 has invited us to stay for a while as I have some business to attend to here.
      No need to worry though. I'll always make time for my special boy."
The smile that was about to form on Sam's face was disrupted as a sound in the
  distance had him turning his head to discover its origin. A man had emerged
    from the front door in what appeared to be a butler's uniform, his eyes
 seemingly fixed on Sam as he made his way over to the two brothers. His stare
put the young boy on edge, making him feel as if he was being observed under a
 microscope. The man was about 5'10, with sandy blonde hair and piercing green
   eyes that gave him the appearance of someone capable of looking into the
  deepest recesses of the human soul. His gaze was hypnotic, the weight of it
 causing Sam to cling to his brother for protection. Dean immediately wrapped
  the arm that Sam was holding on to around his shoulders, making the younger
 brother feel safe enough to where he was once again able to hold his head up
                                     high.
                     "Dean my boy! Good to see you again!"
      Dean tensed at the sight of the butler, obviously knowing him from
 somewhere. Maybe this was where he stayed when he went missing, Sam thought.
 "Heathcliff. You're looking well," Dean replied as he reluctantly shook hands
  with the man. "It's about time Alistair hired you back. Speaking of which,
                         where the hell is he anyway?"
    "Oh he got called away on some important business. He should be back by
             tomorrow night. So…is this little Sammy Winchester?"
  The fake smile Dean had on his face faltered somewhat at the mention of his
           brother. "Yes it is. Mind telling me how you knew that?"
"We know all buddy boy. You of all people should know about that though…right?"
 Watching the silent dialogue that transpired between Dean and the butler as a
  result of the man's comment made Sam squirm uncomfortably in the dark green
    sweater that covered his torso. Something wasn't quite right about the
situation in which he currently found himself. As beautiful as this house was,
    there was an eeriness about it that could be detected only by the most
   observant of human beings. Being that little Sammy Winchester was always
  extremely quick on the uptake, it's no surprise that he not only caught the
unnatural aura that both Heathcliff and the house he was serving in possessed,
but he also noticed the brief shade of ebony that overtook the eyes of both the
  butler and his older brother as they continued to glare at each other. The
 blackness, however, disappeared as quickly as it had come and before he knew
    it, the irises of both pairs of eyes had returned to their natural hue.
 "Sam…why don't you go inside and take a look at the house? Our bedroom is the
             fourth door to the right. I'll be there in a minute."
 Being dismissed, Sam obeyed his brother and walked through the front door of
   Rosewood Manor, leaving the two remaining gentleman alone outside in the
     scorching heat of the Alabama sun. Heathcliff watched Sam's ass as he
disappeared, the smirk forming on his face conveying the sinful thoughts going
through his mind; sinful thoughts that the demon next to him immediately picked
 up on. A growl formed in the throat of the younger male, making the lecherous
 butler turn around and lock eyes with a stony-faced Dean. Being the object of
   such a sour expression was never a good thing, especially when the person
 glaring daggers at you is Dean Winchester. Refusing to let his fear show, the
  older man kept his smirk firmly in place and addressed the boy's scorn with
                                 mock concern.
                            "Something wrong Dean?"
 "I was under the impression Azazel was the only one who knew about my little
                        brother, that's what's wrong."
 Heathcliff laughed bitterly. "Sam is the most important thing in the world to
you Dean. That makes him a person of particular interest to my master. It makes
 sense that he would have all of us watch over him while you were in hell. He
    was under careful observation, but for the right reasons I assure you."
Under careful observation. Dean allowed those words to fester in his mind as he
drank in everything Heathcliff had just said. Sam was being watched the entire
time he was gone. Dean's body shook with rage at the thought of demons anywhere
            near his baby brother. What if they wanted to hurt him?
 "There's no need for anyone to watch over him god dammit! He is none of your
                                  business!"
 "Everything about that boy is our business Dean! He's the brother of Azazel's
chosen one you idiot! You didn't honestly expect the child to go unnoticed did
                    ya? Not when he means so much to you."
  Dean was about to shout out another retort when he caught a glimpse of the
window closest to the front door. Meeting Sam's worried gaze through the glass,
 he couldn't help but melt at the concerned expression on his baby's face. It
 was clear that his brother had overheard the entire argument from inside the
  house, which scared Dean. What would happen if Sammy knew what his brother
  really was? He would want to leave, that much was certain. He'd want to get
  away from Dean. That would never happen, however, as he had no intention of
 ever freeing the younger Winchester. The idea of living without him wasn't an
 option. If he had to tie the boy to the bedpost and force him to stay then so
                     be it. He'd die before he let Sam go.
 "Looks like someone is watching us," Heathcliff said, pulling Dean out of his
 dark thoughts. "You think he knows? About you I mean. What do you think would
        happen if he found out that his big brother was a demon, hmm?"
The threat in the man's words enraged Dean. Trying to retain some semblance of
control, he pushed down the urge to kill and instead resorted to using words to
                            get his message across.
   "Now you listen to me you insignificant little cretin. If you so much as
  breathe on him, I will eviscerate you from the inside out. Do we understand
                                 each other?"
 The rage in Dean's eyes made Heathcliff realize that he was treading on thin
   ice with Azazel's Prince of Darkness. He'd have to choose his words very
carefully from here on out if he wanted to escape this encounter with his life.
               "I'm sorry my Lord. Please forgive my insolence."
Satisfied with Heathcliff's submission, Dean nodded and pushed past him on his
   way to the house, determined to put any worries his brother had about the
altercation he witnessed to rest. Upon entering the foyer, he noticed that Sam
 was no longer by the window he was looking out of just a moment ago. Thinking
the boy must have found the bedroom they'd be sharing, Dean was about to go in
that very direction when he stopped dead in his tracks at the faint sound of a
   piano being played somewhere in the distance. He smiled to himself as the
melody of Beethoven's Romance Violin permeated the walls of Rosewood Manor, no
  doubt in his mind that Sam was the culprit responsible for the music being
created on Alistair's most prized possession. Arriving at his destination, Dean
  leaned against the doorway with as much silence as he could muster, wanting
           nothing more than to observe his little Sammy undetected.
   The grace with which Sam's fingers manipulated the strings of his violin
   suggested he'd been practicing for quite some time now. While his little
    brother had always been musically inclined, Dean had never known him to
 actually play an instrument until now. Well a lot can happen in nine fucking
                          years, he thought bitterly.
                                     "De?"
The sound of Sam's voice pulled Dean out of his reverie, so engrossed was he in
   his memories that he hadn't even noticed the silence that followed Sam's
              discovery of another presence in the room with him.
                   "Where did you learn to play like that?"
"I started taking lessons when I was seven," he replied warily, a bit unnerved
            by the intensity of Dean's gaze. "What did you think?"
  Dean was silent for so long that Sam didn't think he would answer. He just
continued to stare as if some speck of dirt had just magically appeared on the
  face of the younger boy, causing him to feel a bit self-conscious. When Sam
 could no longer stand his brother's inactivity, he opened his mouth to speak
          and was immediately silenced by the sound of Dean's voice.
 "Never in all of creation has there ever existed such…indescribable beauty."
 Dean looked on in fascination as a rosy-colored hue stained the cheeks of his
 heart's only desire. He was God's masterpiece, that much was clear. No other
 being in existence could have designed such absolute perfection. Sam rendered
   him completely helpless, the only thing in the entire universe capable of
warming a heart Dean long thought to have been in a state of perpetual winter,
                     frozen to the bone for all eternity.
    "I…I meant the music," Sam replied, head hanging in embarrassment. Dean
 couldn't help but smile at his little brother's coy nature as he slowly made
 his way across the room, his steps as slow and cautious as that of a predator
 carefully approaching its unsuspecting prey. His gaze lingered on Sammy as he
slowly backed himself into a wall. Unfazed by his brother's actions, Dean moved
  into his personal space and gently lifted his chin up with the side of his
                                 index finger.
  "Look at me," he commanded softly, sighing lustily as their eyes met. "You
  don't ever have to fear me baby boy. I would never hurt you. I just…Sam, is
                         there someone bothering you?"
      Sam's eyes snapped up at that. "I don't understand what you mean."
 "Back in Kansas…you were so broken. I asked you if someone hurt you and I was
given the impression that somebody did. I wanted to have it taken care of last
 night but decided to bring you here instead. I figured I'd get it out of you
                             one way or another."
          "How did I not wake up? I'm usually such a light sleeper."
Dean smiled. "I have my ways. So about who's been bothering my little brother."
                    "Nobody's bothering me De. I promise."
                "Then what's wrong? Don't you love me anymore?"
Sam stared at the ground, unsure of how to answer his question. There was still
 so much about his brother that he didn't know and the dire situation he found
              himself in was finally starting to make him angry.
                 "Where did you go when you disappeared Dean?"
 The question seemed to stun Dean, if his surprised expression was anything to
            go by. "I don't think you should know that quite yet."
  "Why the hell not?! I don't know if you realize this, but there are things
 about you that just don't add up. I mean…you disappear for YEARS and then you
 come back and the first thing you do is kill my father! Don't think I haven't
forgotten about that, cause I haven't. I don't think you really knew just what
     he meant to me, did you? Or maybe you did and you just didn't care."
 "Of course I cared! Dammit Sammy I gave him a chance to let me walk away with
           you and he refused! What the hell was I supposed to do?"
Sam stared at his brother incredulously. "Are you serious?! Of course he wasn't
going to let you just waltz right in there and take me from him. I'm his son!"
 "I don't need to justify myself to you Sam," Dean yelled. "You're just a kid!
Now you can either accept the new life I've given you or you can spend the rest
 of your miserable existence strapped to my bed where I can do whatever I want
                                  with you!"
 "Oh so that's the way it's gonna be is it? Well go ahead and tie me up cause
      that's the only way you're ever going to get me to stay with you."
                             "Don't tempt me Sam."
 "Oh, go ahead! You've already stolen a good portion of my innocence. Might as
                 well keep it up until there's nothing left."
Dean sneered at his brother's words, grabbing Sam's chin so that he could stare
                           menacingly into his eyes.
  "You think you're innocent? I didn't hear you complaining last night when I
made you come you ungrateful little shit. As I recall, you were moaning pretty
   fucking loudly. What was it? Two times in one day? That doesn't make you
                     innocent Sammy. It makes you a slut."
  The shame and self-loathing that overtook Sam's features made Dean chuckle
       wickedly. "I think we need to do that again. What do you think?"
 Without waiting for an answer, Dean slung Sam over his shoulder and made his
way to their bedroom, ignoring his brother's desperate pleas to be let go. When
he got to the room, he flung Sam on the bed and straddled his legs while making
           sure to hold onto his arms so that he couldn't get away.
           "Don't move Sammy. You do and I swear you'll regret it."
 Getting up and going over to the dresser, he fished out two neckties and used
them to tie his brother's arms and legs to the bedpost, leaving him spread open
                        and completely at Dean's mercy.
  "You want to know what I am sweetheart?" he asked. Lifting up his hand, he
waved his fingers toward himself and watched as Sam's clothes were ripped from
 his body. Watching Sam gasp in horror, he leaned over to whisper in his ear,
                             "I'm a demon Sammy."
 Dean smirked at the fear displayed all over his brother's face. The nerve of
 the boy, talking back to the person who loved him more than his own life. His
  baby boy wasn't appreciative of his older brother's efforts to improve the
quality of his life, was he? John was a worthless piece of shit who could never
be counted on for anything. He wasn't fit to raise his brother. Nobody was fit
 to be Sam's everything. No one except Dean. Sammy belonged to him, and it was
time his baby learned that. Little Sammy was going to be taught a lesson about
 submission and ownership. He was going to know his role. Dean would make sure
                                    of it.
I'm gonna make you scream Sammy," Dean said forcefully as he walked over to the
edge of the bed, breathing heavily at the sight of his baby boy lying naked and
 spread out on his bed like an offering. " I'm going to make you beg…make you
   moan…make you mine. You're gonna know your fucking place by the time I'm
                              through with you."
Moaning at the soft whimper that formed in Sam's throat, Dean knelt between his
  brother's spread legs and stared at a part of Sam's body that he wasn't yet
  familiar with, an ugly combination of love and lust turning his eyes pitch
                                    black.
                        "This is gonna be so much fun."
                                        
***** Demonic Influence *****
The full moon cast a foreboding glow on the form of a man making his way across
the front lawn of Rosewood Manor, his confident stride a clear indicator of his
rank within the demonic armies that made up the town of Selma, Alabama. His
thin lips curved up into a sinister smile as he took in the sight of his trusty
subordinate sitting idly on the porch steps. He appeared to be looking at the
stars but his master knew better. The man had always been a few cards short of
a full deck, the voices in his head echoing off the walls of his conscious mind
enough times that he often ended up staring up into nothing in an attempt to
see what he knew he couldn't. It was pathetic, but then again so was he. He was
also, however, of great use to his master, which meant that the man who owned
him was incapable of ending his miserable existence the way he most definitely
wanted to…unfortunately.
"Didn't take very long for nightfall to descend upon Selma, did it?"
Heathcliff looked up at the sound of his master's raspy voice, clearly
surprised to see him back so quickly. "Alistair! But…I thought you weren't
supposed to be back until tomorrow?"
"I decided to come back sooner after discovering that one of the manor's guest
rooms is now occupied. Tell me…the boy with him?"
"Oh yes," the butler replied smugly. "And I must say that he is
quite…possessive over him. I wouldn't put it past our Dean to kill one of his
own if any of us so much as looked at the child sideways."
Alistair grinned at his subordinate, extremely pleased with this recent turn of
events. "Excellent. If little Samuel Winchester cares as deeply for his brother
as his brother does him, we might actually get a little something out of this."
Heathcliff's brows furrowed in confusion at his master's words. "I'm afraid I
don't understand. What's so great about Sam? And why is Dean's love for him
a good thing? He's supposed to lead our armies to victory against the Light
Bringer for Christ's sake! He's supposed to set the stage for Lucifer's reign!
How the hell is he going to do that when he can't even control his own heart?!
A heart that he shouldn't have! I mean…have you considered the ramifications of
that? What if his brother doesn't approve? And you know he won't, sir. He's too
pure."
"My dear Heathcliff…I'm well aware of Dean's feelings for his precious little
Sammy. I'm also aware of the reasons for this being a good thing and all I can
do is trust you to leave the worrying up to me. I promise you my pet…the boy is
of great use to us. He's the key to our success."
"But…how?"
Alistair smiled as he walked past his trusted butler to the front door of his
estate. "Let's just say I have a plan for him too and leave it at that, shall
we?"
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"Dean…don't do this. Please don't do this."
Sam's murmured pleas caused Alistair to stop dead in his tracks in the hallway
leading to his bedroom. Curious as to the reason behind the boy's incessant
begging, he followed the sound of the younger brother's voice only to end up
sliding down onto his knees in order to spy on the Winchesters through the
keyhole of their bedroom door.
The sight that greeted him forced a malevolent smile to rise to the surface of
his otherwise impassive lips. Little Sammy's arms and legs were tied to the
bedpost, his face an expression of utter torment as he stared wide-eyed at his
brother through the long bangs that covered most of his forehead. His eyelashes
were damp from the tears that flowed freely down his rosy cheeks, giving him a
very childlike quality that could only be described as angelic . Azazel's
description of the boy was spot on; he really was the true definition of
purity, possessing an almost otherworldly kind of innocence that gave one the
impression that he belonged not on this earth, but rather in the arms of the
highest choir of angels. He was definitely a sharp contrast to his demonic
brother, a boy who was always destined to stand by Lucifer's throne as hell's
ultimate savior. Poor kid was doomed from the moment he was born. Whether or
not he became aware of being resigned to a fate of this magnitude is anyone's
guess. Still, even in the midst of his inevitable descent into the pit, he
surprisingly carried his own brand of innocence that could have resembled Sam's
had it not been for the tarnished soul that lived within him. All in all, Dean
was most definitely a very tortured young man. And he's all ours, the
voyeuristic demon thought with a smile.
A low growl forced Alistair to snap out of his thoughts, causing his gaze to
travel down Samuel's body to where his brother knelt between his spread legs,
his hands holding on to the child's thighs in a firm but gentle grip as he
stared at what the older demon could only guess was the boy's quivering hole.
Alistair smiled at the almost animalistic hunger that overtook Dean's features
at the sight of this most intimate part of Sam's anatomy.
"You're so fucking beautiful Sammy. God, I want you so bad."
Alistair watched transfixed as Dean slid his fingers down Sam's thighs and used
them to spread the boy's cheeks apart, licking a long stripe up the sensitive
flesh and smirking smugly as his brother fell back on the bed with an almost
pornographic groan.
"I just knew you'd like this. You're such a whore Sammy. One little lick up
your ass crack and I already have you panting for my tongue like a bitch in
heat. You want some more baby? Ask me nicely and I might consider it."
"Dean," he whispered. "Please don't do this."
"Why do you keep depriving me of what's mine Sam? I know you want this baby
boy. Why suppress your desires when it's so much easier to just give in?"
"De, I…I can't-"
I'm going to give your body pleasure now Sammy. I'm gonna work that little hole
open until you're begging me for more. How's that sound honey? Want your big
brother to eat you out?"
Sam's closed eyes shot open in horror. "Eat me out? What…what the fuck does
that mean?"
"Oh baby," Dean moaned. "You're so innocent. My perfect little angel. I'm gonna
make you feel so good Sammy."
Any protests Sam might have made seemed to escape him as Dean slid his tongue
inside the boy's body without so much as a warning, forcing a scream out of his
throat as Dean licked at what Alistair could only guess was the child's
prostate. Sam began to beg then, his pretty words causing the older demon's
cock to harden in his slacks.
"Oh god, Dean please don't do this. I can't take it anymore. The feeling…it was
too much. Way too much. Please stop De. I can't- OH MY GOD!"
Alistair chuckled wickedly as he watched Dean bury his face in between his
little brother's cheeks, impaling him repeatedly with his tongue while
simultaneously using his mouth to suck hard on the boy's outer ring of muscle.
"Hmm…you taste so fucking sweet Sammy," Dean murmured as he slowly eased a
finger inside his brother's shaking body, smirking smugly when Sam let out a
long, drawn out moan. "You have no idea how much I love you, do you darlin'?
I've put aside my pleasure so that I could give you yours for far too long now.
I don't know if I want to do that anymore Sammy. You see, I've wanted to
massage your insides with my cock for a long time now. So, how 'bout it sugar?
Does my little Sammy want his De to fuck him?"
"Oh god… Dean."
Dean's smile grew impossibly wider as he added a second finger, then a third;
making sure to curl them up and apply extreme pressure to Sam's prostate, both
demons seemingly hypnotized by the boy's loud cries of ecstasy. Alistair looked
on in avid fascination as Dean began sliding his fingers in and out of Sam's
stretched hole, panting heavily as the boy's whole body began to shake
uncontrollably from the pleasure his brother was gifting him with.
"C'mon Sammy," Dean whispered as he crawled up the bed to rest beside his
brother, throwing his right leg over Sam's left thigh while peppering kisses
all over his cheek, never once ceasing his assault on the boy's quivering hole.
Alistair suddenly found the older Winchester incapable of keeping his mouth
closed, whispering filthy words in Sam's ear nonstop, all the while kissing and
licking at the boy's cheeks and mouth. His words took on an almost painful
urgency, making the older demon realize just how much the thought of losing
Sammy probably affected Dean. "Let it out. Hmm…yeah, that's it. Give me those
sweet little moans I love so much. My precious little fallen angel. Look at
you…lying spread open on my bed, writhing on my fingers like the good little
whore you are. You love having your big brother's fingers up your sweet little
asshole, don't you? God, I want you so bad. You're so fucking sexy Sammy. Such
a naughty boy, giving it up to your big brother this way. Keep moaning for me
sugar. Yeah, like that. Just like that. Let me hear how much you like it baby."
"Ohh De," Sam murmured, his words sounding more like shivery moans. The boy's
face was contorted in such an intense expression of pleasure that it could have
easily been mistaken for pain, had Alistair not noticed the boy's eyes rolling
back in his head. "Ooh. Oh god De. Please don't….ooh god, your fingers
feel sooo fucking goood. Oh no, please stop Dean. Don't make me…don't…ooh…oh
god. Oh…oh…OH!"
Dean slid his tongue inside Sam's mouth as he climaxed, come erupting from his
cock in thick spurts that until now Alistair had thought a young boy like him
incapable of producing. Dean soothed him through it, refusing to remove his
hand from between Sam's legs until the last of the aftershocks had dissipated
from his body.
Freeing his fingers from the confines of Sam's tight walls, he brought them up
to his mouth before sucking them clean, eyes locked on Sam's the entire time.
The boy whimpered in response, a mixture of shock, confusion, and shame
overtaking his beautiful face. Dean immediately laid his body over Sam's,
moaning softly at the feeling of being in between his little brother's spread
thighs.
"Hush baby boy. I'm gonna fuck you so good Sammy. You'll see," Dean whispered,
pressing their foreheads together as he smoothed Sam's hair from his face. This
act of tenderness disgusted Alistair, the scene in front of him almost
unbearable to watch had it not been for the sensual way Dean's tongue slid in
and out of the child's mouth, a gesture probably meant to soothe the spooked
boy.
Alistair got up from his place on the floor, brows furrowed in thought as the
events of the evening replayed itself over and over in his head. Dean
Winchester was in love…with his brother. Of all the people he could have given
his heart to, Samuel was most definitely the best choice. If he could persuade
Sam to join their cause, weaken his resistance and chip away at his innocence
until there was nothing left, then heaven and all its angels would be no match
for the armies of darkness that threatened the peaceful tranquility of God's
reign. Because Dean still has no idea, does he? Alistair thought with a
smile. Well then…let the games begin.
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Sam's kiss swollen lips were starting to drive Dean crazy. The plumpness of
them, the taste, the texture…it was all going to send him over the edge. His
feelings for this boy were bringing him to the brink of madness. Every single
inch of him radiated such an exquisite beauty that Dean found himself barely
able to hang on to the last shred of whatever sanity he had left, completely
lost to the love that oozed from every fiber of his being at just the sight of
Sam's angelic smile.
"Relax for me baby," he whispered soothingly into the boy's ear, nibbling
affectionately at his earlobe. "You okay?"
Sam lifted his head to gaze into his brother's eyes. He could feel the opposing
feelings of shame and sexual satisfaction fighting for control within the murky
depths of his debauched soul, yet he remained powerless to stop the war going
on inside him. Too weak to fight what he knew was a losing battle, he instead
chose to drown obliviously in the oceans of his despair; his entire body
thrumming with the relaxation that overtook his bones as a result of his
satiated lust.
"I love you De. M'sleepy now. Gonna go to bed, 'kay?"
Dean smiled at his baby brother, untying his limbs from the bedpost so that he
could draw the sleeping boy into his arms. "Yes…sleep my angel. I love you…I
love you so much it hurts. You're mine Sammy," he replied possessively, closing
his eyes as he felt himself drifting off into unconsciousness. "All mine."
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"So…how are my boys?"
Alistair stared in the direction of the keyhole he had just spent an entire
evening looking through, smiling smugly as his grip on the cell phone
tightened.
"They sure have become quite…cozy in the guest bedroom."
The demon on the other end chuckled wickedly. "Does Dean know about Sam yet?"
"No."
"Excellent," he replied. "Everything is going according to plan. If things get
out of hand, you know what to do. I need them both on my side Alistair. If Dean
can't get Sam to let go of that 'I wanna be a good boy' bullshit he has going
on then we're screwed. We're even more screwed if Dean gets wind of what's up
with his brother. I don't know for sure…but I have an idea. I know it's him. I
feel it in my gut. Just make sure to keep an extra special eye on little Sammy.
I mean after all…we don't want Dean's love for him to get in the way of his
destiny, now do we?"
"Don't you worry Azazel," Alistair said menacingly. "Everything is under
control. By the time Dean's through with Sam, that poor boy is going to be
nothing more than a slut for his big brother's cock. And once he's putty in
Dean's hands, there'll be nothing he won't do for him. Our prince of darkness
will then use his little whore to open up hell's gates and Lucifer will finally
roam free to help us reclaim what is ours. Sam is going to fall right into the
trap Dean will eventually set for him. I'll make sure of it."
Azazel's lips curved upwards into a sinister smile at Alistair's words.
Reaching into his pocket, he retrieved a picture he had taken of the Winchester
brothers sleeping soundly in a motel bed from a night of unrequited passion. He
stared at the photo fondly, the sight a very welcoming reminder of the
potential evil both boys were capable of. Incest really was a beautiful thing,
wasn't it?
"Lust…it always was my favorite sin."
***** War of the Winchesters *****
"Samuel?…Sam?…SAMMY!"
Sam shot straight out of bed at the sound of his brother's voice, all the while
scanning the room for any indication that he was still somehow in the dream
he'd just arisen from. These nightmares were starting to get intense, each
vivid depiction of hell fire becoming more and more prominent with each passing
day. His efforts to stay awake at night proved fruitless however, as fatigue
and exhaustion inevitably seeped into his skin by the time certain escapades
involving an insatiable Dean had come to an end.
Guilt and shame set in as the memory of the previous night flashed before his
eyes. The sexual satisfaction he acquired at the hands of his lascivious
brother was also starting to become too much for him to handle, each lustful
caress the demon bestowed upon him bringing him closer and closer to an ecstasy
that, until now, had been previously unknown to him. The self-loathing that
followed afterwards was the worst part of it all, the reason for it being that
he very much enjoyed the things he did with Dean in the dark; each and every
sinful transgression.
Disgusted with the unfortunate turn his thoughts had taken, Sam rubbed his face
with his hands and counted to ten before finally addressing the worried glances
he kept getting from Dean.
"What?"
"You were moaning in your sleep as if you were in pain. You okay baby?"
"I'm fine," Sam lied. "I just…I was just having a dream about daddy."
Dean's eyes hardened at the mention of their father, then softened as a thought
seemed to dawn on him. Sam closed his eyes to brace himself for the inevitable
scolding he was expecting for bringing up you-know-who, only to have his body
jerk in surprise when he found himself enveloped in his brother's arms.
"This is all my fault," Dean whimpered miserably. "I'm so sorry honey. I went
overboard that night. I know it now. God, baby I'm so fucking sorry. I love you
so fucking much. I don't know what I'd do without you. I…I miss you Sammy.
You've been so distant since that shit happened and it's all because of me. We
can get what we had back though, can't we? Tell me we can. Tell me you still
love me and that I didn't just fuck up my relationship with my brother."
Traitorous tears trailed down Sam's cheeks before he could stop them, each one
a painful reminder of the emotional roller coaster his life had become.
Memories of that night cropped up into his brain, giving him mixed feelings
about whatever this thing was between him and his brother. He knew this
relationship was unhealthy, but the unconditional love he felt for the older
boy always ended up winning out in the end, much to his dismay. He would make
up his mind to leave, only to have Dean give him a reason to stay and before he
knew it, he was right back where he started; up shit creek without a paddle.
Today was no exception. He may have allowed Dean access to his body, but that
didn't mean he allowed him access to his heart. He had been so angry with him
for that night, thinking that this was definitely going to be the end of it all
this time. Now here he is, feeling sorry for the boy who'd caused him so much
grief. So much for holding grudges…
"I forgive you De. But you've got to stop treating me like I'm your property.
If you want to have a relationship with me then things are going to have to
change around here."
Dean stared at Sam with an expression that looked suspiciously like defiance.
"What kind of things?"
"You know…like all this sexual stuff. We could just be brothers again. Remember
how we were before you disappeared? We were happy, weren't we? I mean, I know
we've had our ups and downs, but we got through them. We could get that back
again, De. You and I could go back to you being my protector and me being the
pain in the ass little brother. Remember that? I miss that…I miss you Dean. The
old you. The one who would tell me bedtime stories and put me to sleep every
night. The one who would kiss all my boo boos away and keep me safe. That's
what I want. I want you to go back to being the brother you once were. The
brother you've always been. Can you do that?"
Sam watched in silence as Dean's face displayed an overwhelming range of
emotions at the proposition he'd just put forth, pain and anger being the most
evident. Thinking that Dean probably just needed a moment to take all this in,
Sam waited patiently for any type of reaction to surface, preferably a
favorable one indicating that he was okay with this new arrangement. After what
seemed like ages, his brother finally spoke, the tone of his voice creating a
chill in the air that could have frozen Rosewood Manor faster than a thousand
Siberian winters.
"Is there someone else?"
Oh no. Dean was always temperamental. That was just part of his nature and it
was something Sam had always been able to live with. But as soon as
possessiveness and jealousy overtook his older brother, he became completely
irrational. Sam knew the minute he heard the question that not only was the
argument over, but that the result wasn't going to be a good one.
"No Dean," he replied, defeat written all over his face. "There's no one else.
I just don't want this kind of physical relationship with you anymore. You're
toxic De. You're toxic and you're no good for me…not like this."
The tortured look that replaced the jealous rage Sam saw in his brother's eyes
made his heart constrict painfully in his chest. Wanting to comfort the older
boy, he made a move to wrap his arms around him, only to be shoved violently
towards the wall without warning, the force of the push causing him to fall to
his knees in shock.
"DON'T FUCKING TOUCH ME!"
Sam looked up in horror at this evil thing standing before him, all evidence of
what used to be his brother gone from the room. Irises that were once emerald
had morphed into the darkest shade of ebony, draining all humanity from Dean's
beautiful face and transforming his features into something more sinister. Thin
eyebrows furrowed in anger as the full lips Sam once coveted lifted up toward
his nose, both movements conveying on the outside what the demon undoubtedly
felt on the inside.
Sam cowered in the corner as Dean slowly made his way over to him, the hands he
had fisted at his sides turning his knuckles a pale white. "So…you don't want
to be with me anymore then, huh? The brother that wasted his time taking care
of you when he should have just taken care of himself? The brother that nursed
you back to health when you were sick and put your whiny little ass to bed
while daddy was off looking for a killer that was more important than his own
children? The one who would crawl in bed beside you in the middle of the night
when you had your nightmares and hold you while you cried like a little bitch,
forgetting the fact that your fucking brother had to go to school the next day?
The one who bathed, fed and clothed you when it wasn't even his fucking job? I
DID EVERYTHING FOR YOU SAMMY! EVERY FUCKING THING I DID WAS FOR YOUR BENEFIT,
YOU UNGRATEFUL LITTLE SHIT. I PUT MY ENTIRE LIFE ON HOLD JUST TO CARE FOR A BOY
WHO APPARENTLY DOESN'T WANNA FUCKING BE WITH ME ANYMORE!"
Sam looked on as Dean's anger reached its peak, the objects he hurled across
the room thrown with such force that they all shattered as they hit the wall,
the sight resembling the fragmented pieces of Sam's broken heart. Seeing the
anguish present on Dean's face forced tears to fall from the younger boy's
eyes, the knowledge that he'd been the one to put that look there too much for
him to take.
When the last of the room's contents had been overturned, Dean all but ran to
Sam's side and dragged him up by his arm, pulling him out of the room and
taking him to origins unknown. "Dean?! Dean let me go! Dean stop!"
"You're not fucking going anywhere Samuel. I'll make sure of that," Dean
replied angrily, forcing Sam down a set of stairs that led to what appeared to
be a dungeon. The acrid stench of mold hit Sam's nostrils with a vengeance,
causing his unoccupied hand to involuntarily cover his nose as a means to block
the unpleasant smell. Upon reaching the last door to the left, Dean forced it
open and threw Sam inside. The sound of the deadbolt had the younger boy
pounding on the door in despair.
"Dean!" he screamed, tears soaking the front of his lumpy black sweater. "Dean,
why are you doing this? Please open the door. Please!"
"You are going to learn how to fucking behave Samuel!" Dean yelled from the
other end, the pain in his cracked voice giving Sam the impression that he was
crying. "I've just about had it with your insolence. You don't wanna be with
me? Fine! But that doesn't mean I'm gonna let you leave. I'd rather die than
live without you Sammy. I'll kill anyone that tries to take you away from me. I
killed that little friend of yours and I'll kill anyone in this house that goes
anywhere near you. Now you are going to stay in there until you can learn to
respect me. And don't you ever let me hear you speak to me like that ever
again. You're mine Sammy. Fucking mine! I'll never let you go. Ever!"
The sound of Dean's receding footsteps echoed through the dungeon, growing more
and more distant before finally ceasing altogether, leaving behind a silence
that Sam found torturous. Turning around reluctantly, he took in the
surroundings of his new prison, hoping to find an imperfection within the
foundation of its walls that would enable him to escape this wretched place
that his demonic brother called home. The entire room was made of cobblestone,
with nothing but an old wooden bench for furniture. The Latin inscriptions that
covered the large blocks of stone overlapped, making Sam unable to read the
words. There was a tiny window at the very top to his left, but any hope of
escaping through the hole it provided was shattered as Sam noticed the bars
that blocked his view. Realizing that he was trapped, Sam sat on the bench and
put his head in his hands, feeling drained and defeated.
Every single attempt he'd made at denying what he thought was wrong had
backfired on him. The incestuous thoughts he'd tried so hard to keep under
wraps should have instead been allowed to come to the surface. If he had just
given in to what he wanted so badly then none of this would have happened.
Instead, he constantly fought against the dark impulses that constantly clouded
his brain; all of those fantasies he had of his brother coming back to mock him
with its existence by playing over and over in his head and making him relive
every false memory ten times over. All he wanted was Dean, and yet he
continually denied himself the pleasure of his brother's flesh. He did what he
thought was right and this so-called heaven he's heard so much about couldn't
do a damn thing in return for his efforts to please their god;his god. Maybe
hell was a better master after all…
Sam's head shot straight up as the memory of what Dean had said came bubbling
to the surface of his consciousness. Aimee was dead. Dean had killed her and it
was all his fault. He knew what was going to happen and yet he let his own
desires get in the way. So it really doesn't matter whether I give into them or
not, Sam thought to himself. I'm damned either way.
Anger suddenly boiled through Sam's blood at what Dean had done to his one and
only friend. He would find a way to make his brother pay for his
transgressions. All he had to do was pretend to be a good boy long enough to
catch the demon off guard and when the right time came, he would do the only
thing he could think of to end this miserable nightmare in which he found
himself, compliments of his wretched brother.
Sam was going to kill Dean Winchester.
***** Prophetic Visions *****
 Dean sat on the bed with his back pressed against the headboard and his legs
    stretched out in front of him, locking his ankles together and staring
    miserably at the far wall directly in his line of vision. The pillow he
 clutched in his arms was pressed tightly to his chest, the sweet aroma of his
 brother's scent filling his nostrils the only comfort he was able to achieve
 while wallowing in his self-pity. He'd spent the entire night crying, wanting
so badly to carry Sam bridal style out of the prison he'd imposed upon him and
apologize over and over for letting his temper get the best of him. Morning had
  crept up without Dean's knowledge, so far gone was he in his misery that he
hadn't even noticed an entire night go by until he felt the sun peeking through
 the red velvet curtains that embraced the dusty windowsill, warming his face
with its rays in what seemed like nature's attempt to drastically brighten his
                              dreary disposition.
  Sammy. The very thought of the boy did terrible things to Dean's emotions,
 forcing the production of more tears that fell down his cheeks and saturated
the pillow he held onto for dear life. All he wanted was for his little brother
to love him, a wish that proved more and more impossible as time went on. Ever
 since Sam was a little boy, Dean had done whatever the child asked of him in
   the hopes that spoiling his angel would ensure a spot in his life and his
heart. He'd lied, cheated, stolen and even killed to make sure his brother was
 content, all the while promising to never hurt him. He was supposed to be his
protector and yet here he was, too busy thinking about his own pain to focus on
the fact that he'd just locked little Sammy up in a dungeon because he refused
       to give in to the demands of a demanding and possessive brother.
Damn that boy. Dean was a fallen angel, a bloodthirsty demon hell-bent on world
  domination; Azazel's weapon against the forces of light that threatened to
overthrow Lucifer, the rightful heir to God's throne. He had a destiny that he
   was meant to fulfill dammit. He was chosen by Satan himself to see to the
destruction of heaven and earth, hell's ultimate weapon against everything that
   was good and holy. How the hell was he supposed to lead an entire army of
 demons against God and his pathetic angels when he couldn't even control his
own damn heart? A heart that's not even supposed to exist? His entire life has
been turned upside down to the point where he didn't know whether he was coming
     or going and it was all because of that damn boy…his boy. His Sammy.
All the darkness and anger he'd been engulfed in disappeared at the thought of
his baby brother, leaving behind an inner peace that felt almost as soothing as
  Sam's touch. A smile crept along his face as a memory of his brother's grin
flashed before his eyes, the corners of his lips curling up in an expression of
happiness as he dreamed of whatever it was good little boys dreamed about while
sleeping in the passenger seat of the Impala. Dean remembered driving him up to
Selma and almost getting into an accident because of that smile, so transfixed
was he on his baby angel's beautiful face that he'd stopped paying attention to
 the road. That boy was going to be the death of him; of that he was certain.
  Dean sighed to himself as he made his way back to his brother, the enormous
   weight of guilt hanging heavy on his shoulders for the sin he'd committed
against his life, his love…his everything. It was then that he realized he had
to tell Sam everything he wanted to know. He was tired of keeping secrets from
him, however dark they may be. He just hoped that his brother wouldn't turn him
away or try to leave. Considering just how much Dean craved Sam, trying to walk
  away would be a horrible mistake on the young boy's part. After all, a life
             without Sammy wasn't a life worth living, now was it?
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The putrid stench of sulfur filled the nose of Lucifer's most prized possession
as he proceeded cautiously to his master's throne, kneeling with his head down
      in a gesture of submission as he eagerly awaited his instructions.
                  "Do you know why I called you here Azazel?"
      Azazel shivered at the sound of his master's voice, the deep rumble
 reverberating throughout every available surface of hell's kingdom. He often
  wondered what went on in the minds of the souls on the rack when they heard
  that sound. The thought of their despair as they were carved into a million
 pieces made him smile. Maybe one of these days, his master would allow him to
           torture them himself. Alistair was becoming a bit rusty…
                                   "No sir."
 "I have some good news for you pet. Your daughter has been in the land of the
living, watching very carefully over the Winchester family. The child has been
                                    born."
Azazel shot his head up in surprise, an evil grin forming on his demonic face.
                                "It has begun?"
                        "I trust you know what to do?"
  "Yes," he replied, the smile he carried disappearing as a thought suddenly
  occurred to him. "But what about the other one? If Dean is supposed to care
  about him then he could prove as a distraction. Is there a way that we can
                      perhaps stop him from being born?"
  "My dear Azazel, not even I have the power to prevent the birth of Samuel.
However, I have been allowed a tiny glimpse into the future and well…let's just
                       say it looks somewhat promising."
  Azazel stared confusedly at his master. "But sir…how can that boy be a good
thing? He's going to be an obstacle because of our savior's affinity for him. I
 won't be able to properly persuade the boy to fulfill his role when he still
                            has love in his heart."
"There there," Lucifer replied, petting his slave's head soothingly. "Don't you
 worry pet. I have plans for our little Sammy. You see, Dean may be the key to
our salvation, but Sam may also prove himself useful in fulfilling the prophecy
set forth by my own hand. That boy will succumb to the powers of sin; I'll make
  sure of it. Dean is going to be the key to Samuel's fall from grace. By the
 time that boy is through with him, he'll be soiled beyond recognition; a mere
                shell of his former self. He'll be one of us."
                "I'm sorry but…I'm afraid I don't understand."
     "You aren't meant to Azazel," Lucifer snapped, his voice hardening in
  frustration. "Trust me, I know exactly what I'm doing. Now be a good little
bitch and head on back to Kansas. Our boy king is going to need a watchful eye
on him at all times. Who better to provide the necessary task of looking after
our chosen one than the demon that's going to be responsible for his downfall?
 You're going to need to establish trust with Dean, Azazel. He can't come down
   here unless he's willing. Getting him into that mindset will prove quite
 difficult as you have previously stated. It's time you thought about what you
                   plan to do about that. We're done here."
Being dismissed, Azazel vanished in a puff of smoke, leaving Lucifer alone with
his dark thoughts. Soon, he promised himself. Soon he would reign over all that
  God has created. He would rise from the depths of this insufferable hell to
 take his place as the rightful heir to that bastard's throne. It would all be
                                 his…finally.
                                   "Sammy?"
 Dean watched as his little brother clutched his sweater tightly in his fists,
completely oblivious to the extra presence in the room. His sweat slicked skin
shined in the little bit of sunlight that draped over his body, making him look
     feverish. Being in the throes of what Dean could only guess was a bad
nightmare, he gently awoke the sleeping boy, all the while whispering words of
               love and praise to soothe him into consciousness.
Sam's eyes fluttered open at the faint sound of his brother's voice, the words
  he spoke incomprehensible over his heavy breathing. Before he even realized
  what he was doing, he found himself shooting up from the wooden bench he'd
   fallen asleep on and wrapping his arms around Dean in a bear hug, overly
              pleased to be out of the dream he'd awakened from.
  For one brief moment, everything disappeared; all the sins his brother had
 committed against him evaporating in a cloud of smoke as he held on tight to
the memory of the person Dean used to be. It wasn't until he spoke that Sam was
thrust back into the present, the Dean from his memories slowly fading into the
 odious creature that now wore his brother's face. It was then that everything
 came back to him with a vengeance, making him tense in the older boy's arms.
            "Oh god…are you alright baby boy? Is something wrong?"
Sam recoiled from Dean's touch, disgusted that he had the audacity to ask that
 question. "Are you kidding? You're seriously going to sit there and ask me if
                I'm okay? You locked me up in a dungeon Dean!"
                      Dean looked stunned. "Look Sammy-"
 "Don't you Sammy me. I'm so sick and tired of your bullshit Dean. Go away. I
         don't wanna be anywhere near you. You're a fucking monster."
 Sam flinched at the hurt look his brother gave him, hating himself for caring
 so damn much about the older boy's feelings. How the hell was he supposed to
  kill the bastard when he could still get that kind of reaction out of him?
  "Samuel…I don't know what to say. I'm so sorry honey. Please, you've gotta
believe me. I never meant for any of this to happen. Can't…can't we start over?
I can make it just like old times. That's what you said you wanted, right? Let
                       me get us back to where we were."
 "Oh yeah right," Sam laughed bitterly. "Any preconceived notions I had about
 our relationship having even a shred of normalcy was shattered the moment you
  locked me up in this godforsaken dungeon. You became a fucking demon Dean."
                 "It doesn't change the way I feel about you."
                              "You killed Aimee!"
"That bitch deserved it! She tried to take you away from me and I just can't…I
 can't live without you Sammy. I'll die, don't you get it? I'll fucking die!"
  Dean fell to his knees before Sam had a chance to react, wrapping his arm's
  around Sam's waist and burying his face in his belly. Without thinking, he
 placed his hands on Dean's head, running his fingers through the older boy's
short hair. He would have thought Dean a liar had it not been for the tears he
  could feel soaking his sweater, the wetness of it evidence of his brother's
    pain. Harming the older boy would be a lot harder than Sam thought. The
feelings he still harbored for Dean kept pulling at his heart-strings, playing
     it like a finely tuned instrument until all he could feel was an odd
                       combination of love and sympathy.
                 "I'm so sorry Sammy. Please don't leave me."
Tears trailed traitorously down Sam's cheeks as he stared at the wall in front
of him, the depression he felt creating a black hole of despair deep within his
     very soul. Hanging his head in defeat, he looked at Dean and smiled.
       "Don't worry Dean," he replied softly. "I'm not going anywhere."
===============================================================================
  Dean smiled possessively at the warm body beneath him, rolling his hips in
devilish figure eight patterns and reveling in the tiny groans he got in return
 for his efforts. "It's okay, Sammy. You don't have to be so quiet. We're the
  only ones home right now. C'mon, let it out. Yeah, that's it. Moan for big
                                   brother."
Sam's eyes fluttered shut as Dean increased the pressure to his groin, rubbing
their clothed cocks together as hard as he could to get a reaction out of Sam;
                  a reaction which he gave without thinking.
                        "Unh…Dean. God, feels so good."
  Dean groaned as he felt his climax approaching, every tiny whimper Sam gave
sending him closer and closer to the point of no return. Determined to send his
baby brother over the edge with him, he leaned down and began whispering filthy
words in Sam's ear, making sure to pause between each one long enough to slide
  his tongue in and out of the boy's mouth, an exquisitely sensual act which
                    seemed to please little Sammy greatly.
 "I know you like this, baby boy. Feels so good on your little prick, doesn't
it? Love it when De rubs himself all over your tiny little cock? I used to play
 with it back then too, you know. You'd wake up from those nightmares and I'd
 put my hand in between your thighs and rub your sweet little dick, loving how
daddy never came in to see what was wrong. You were moaning my name loud enough
 for him to hear and I just kept pleasuring your body until you shuddered and
 climaxed in my hand. I never stopped, Sam. I would tell my little Sammy that
  big brother was gonna make it all better and I'd stick my hand inside your
pajamas and massage that little cock over and over again. You'd moan and groan
    and tell me to stop and I'd just keep rubbing and rubbing and rubbing-"
Sam interrupted Dean with a scream, his brother's words ripping his orgasm from
   him as he clutched at his shoulders for support. Dean's knowing smirk was
 replaced with an expression of bliss as he followed close behind, whispering
                    Sam's name over and over like a prayer.
                "So," Dean said breathlessly. "You forgive me?"
   Sam looked at his brother without answering, feeling nothing but shame at
having gotten off to Dean's disgusting comments about the things he used to do
to him when they were younger. He didn't know what horrified him more: the fact
 that Dean has been molesting him for lord knows how long, or the fact that he
                                   liked it.
                                   "Sammy?"
     "Yes Dean," Sam replied, staring up at the ceiling. "I forgive you."
 Satisfied with his answer, Dean moved to his side and pulled Sam against his
  chest, cuddling up close to him and nuzzling his nose into the back of his
    neck. "So…anything you want me to tell you about what's going on here?"
    Sam's ears perked up at that. "Where did you go when you disappeared?"
For a brief moment, there was nothing but silence. Dean was quiet so long, Sam
                   didn't think he was going to answer him.
                                    "Hell."
Sam turned around and gazed intently into Dean's eyes, that familiar feeling of
   sympathy returning once more to reclaim its place in his troubled heart.
                        "What happened?" he whispered.
 "There was a demon named Azazel and he brought me down there. That's all you
                                need to know."
 "But why did he take you away from me?" Sam asked, trying to stop the flow of
 tears threatening to spill down his cheeks. "Do you have any idea what I went
through when you left? I looked everywhere for you Dean. Dad told me you had to
    go but he didn't tell me where and I just…I was a wreck without you big
                                   brother."
Dean frowned at Sam's words, hating that his leaving had caused his baby boy so
much pain. "I want to tell you Sammy. I do, it's just…I know you'll want to run
 far away from me when I do and I can't have that, not now. I promise when the
 time is right, you'll know. I just need you to be patient with me until then.
                           Can you do that for me?"
  Even as Dean asked the question, Sam found himself knowing the answer. He'd
  gladly put off all thoughts of killing the one thing that's always meant so
 much to him if there was even an inkling of possibility that he could get his
brother back to the person he used to be. Grabbing Dean's face in his hands, he
      leaned in to press their lips together in a chaste yet erotic kiss.
                            "Yes. Yes I can wait."
===============================================================================
 Sam knew he was dreaming the minute he opened his eyes and found himself in a
 post-apocalyptic earth, the world around him hardly recognizable with all the
  dead bodies that surrounded him. Blood rained from the sky as the angels of
 heaven fell dead upon the ground, their crimson-stained wings spread out over
    the filthy pavement. Noticing a figure up ahead, Sam moved towards what
   appeared to be a man covered in blood, holding the dead body of a boy who
                          looked shockingly like him.
A voice in the distance broke Sam out of his trance, the origin of it unknown.
                    "It is finished, Dean. God is no more."
Dean? Sure enough, the figure turned around to reveal himself as Sam's brother,
  staring at the owner of the voice with tears in his eyes. He was holding…oh
                 god, Sam thought to himself. He's holding me.
  "You made me kill my brother. My little Sammy. How am I supposed to survive
                                 without him?"
  "You will make due, my pet; for you have achieved greatness. You should be
 celebrating in your victory. You have become much more than what you used to
 be. This pain you feel will pass, I promise you. You just need to let go. Now
                     come…enjoy the fruits of you labor."
 Looking down at Sam, Dean placed the softest of kisses to his forehead before
  setting him down on a large pillar, grabbing a match out of his pocket and
   setting his body on fire. Sam felt sick as he watched himself burn, tears
                    pouring down his face in thin rivulets.
                       "Goodbye Sammy," Dean whispered.
 "No!" Sam shouted, running up to Dean in an effort to get his attention. "I'm
                       still here Dean! I'm still here!"
   Sam looked on horrified as Dean walked away, completely oblivious to the
  presence of his younger brother. His body faded into darkness, leaving Sam
         shouting after him in a vain attempt to get him to come back.
                "Dean, don't! I'm still here! I'm still here!"
                                "SAM?! SAMMY?!"
Sam shot straight up in bed at the sound of his brother's voice, his wide eyes
  blinking their confusion into the dark room as he tried to focus on Dean's
   location. Finding him by his side, he threw himself at the older boy and
                   clutched to his body; refusing to let go.
                         "Sammy? Baby, are you okay?"
 Sam squeezed tighter in response, the elation that came with being in Dean's
   arms a welcome feeling compared to the despair brought on by his wretched
           nightmare. "I missed you Dean. God, I love you so much."
  Dean smiled at Sam's words, kissing his head in a gesture meant to soothe.
              "What exactly brought this on? Another nightmare?"
                                  Sam nodded.
                         "Do you wanna talk about it?"
                        "No. I want…I want you, Dean."
                          Dean smiled. "You have me."
 Pulling away to look into his brother's eyes, Sam felt a need burn within him
at the sight of his lover, an insane surge of lust tearing down his defenses to
 the point where the only thing he could think about were Dean's hands on his
                                     body.
             "I want you to pleasure me, Dean. I want…I want you."
  Dean groaned at Sammy's request, gently laying his brother on their bed and
   stripping off his clothes. Before Sam had a chance to catch his bearings,
   Dean's mouth was on his cock, the warm suction causing him to cry out in
                                   ecstasy.
                            "Oh god…oh baby…more."
  Dean hummed around him, the vibrations sending him into another fit of lust
which became stronger as the head of his dick touched the back of his brother's
  throat. He watched transfixed as Dean's cheeks hallowed, sucking harder and
     harder until Sam thought he was going to pass out from the pressure.
 "Dean," Sam groaned, fisting his hands in the older boy's hair and whimpering
when his head began to bob slowly up and down. Everything Dean did sent a pulse
    of electricity through Sam's body, each nerve ending tingling with the
       delicious sensations brought on by his brother's talented mouth.
                                "Dean…please."
  Taking his mouth off of his baby brother, Dean stood up and slowly began to
                 strip each layer of clothing off one by one.
"I know what you want baby," Dean whispered seductively. "And I'm gonna give it
                                   to you."
   Having shed all of his clothing, Dean crawled up Sam's body on all fours,
                placing kisses all over his skin along the way.
               "Hand me that bottle on the nightstand, will ya?"
 Sam's lust-clouded brain short-circuited, the question Dean asked falling on
                               deaf ears. "Huh?"
                  "Never mind," Dean chuckled. "I'll do it."
 Sam watched as Dean grabbed a tiny bottle of what appeared to be some kind of
                       lubricant. The hell is that for?
                          "It's for your cock Sammy."
                Sam smiled. "So what? You can read minds now?"
                          "Maybe just a little bit."
  Dean popped the cap off the bottle and, without taking his eyes off Sammy,
   drizzled some onto the palm of his hand; the action coupled with the eye
   contact making the whole thing surprisingly sensual. Sam moaned when Dean
spread it all over his cock, the cold liquid a pleasurable contrast to the heat
                      generating from his brother's hand.
  Dean smiled as he threw the bottle on the floor, straddling Sam's hips and
              suspending his ass over his little brother's cock.
            "What are you gonna do?" Sam asked, feeling frightened.
   "I'm gonna fuck you Sammy," Dean replied softly, sliding his brother into
                         himself in one quick motion.
The look on little Sammy's face was priceless: wide eyes and mouth frozen in an
expression of tortured lust, flushed cheeks that took on an even rosier glow as
  Dean began to slowly move up and down on his baby's dick; the burn from the
                   stretch making him groan in satisfaction.
  "Can't talk can you, Sammy? Tell me baby, how does my ass feel? Is it tight
                around your cock? You like it when I ride you?"
Sam stared at his brother in shock as his hands instinctively latched on to the
older boy's hips hard enough to leave marks. The amount of pleasure he felt was
too intense for his virgin body to handle, the tight, wet heat surrounding him
                             making him see stars.
   "Talk to me Sammy," Dean demanded, breath hitching as his little brother
              unintentionally hit that sweet spot inside of him.
  "Dean," Sam sobbed, overwhelmed by the friction between his legs. "No more.
                   Please…it's too much. I can't handle it."
"Oh, but you will. You know why? Cause you love it when your big brother rides
  that little dick, don't you? Love how I roll my hips with you inside of me.
  Love it when I bounce on your virgin cock. You love everything I do to you,
               baby boy. Don't you dare try to fucking deny it."
  Sam groaned as his head fell to the pillow in defeat. Dean's words made him
 realize he was fighting a losing battle, and with his brother slip sliding up
and down on his erection, he knew the sensation was going to make him too weak
               to do much more than just lie there and take it.
 Dean grinned victoriously as he bent the younger boy to his will, the look of
              submission on his face one hell of an aphrodisiac.
"Such a good boy," Dean whispered as he continued to slowly slide up and down,
   the feeling causing them to shiver blissfully. "Such a…goood…boooy. Oh…oh
                          Sammy. Sammy…Sammy…Sammy."
Dean increased the speed of his movements as he came hard all over Sam's chest,
   his inner walls constricting around the cock inside of him hard enough to
  trigger his brother's orgasm. Dean sighed in pleasure as he leaned down to
   entwine his tongue with Sam's , the kissing insignificant compared to the
    feeling of his little brother thrusting involuntarily inside his body.
"Hmm, that's it baby boy," Dean purred, lying perfectly still while his brother
worked himself through the aftershocks. "Impale your big brother with you hard
  cock. You know I like it like that baby. Just like that. Ah yeah, that's my
boy. So good Sammy. So good. Want me to move my hips baby? Work that sexy prick
 inside my tight little ass? Cause I'll do it for you, angel. I'll do anything
                         for you, work you so good. "
   Sam let out a loud drawn out moan, the sound making Dean's cock twitch in
                      renewed interest. "Is that a yes?"
 Sam's eyes closed in response, the sudden need to sleep overwhelming. "Sleepy
                                    Dean."
"Then sleep sugar," Dean replied softly, kissing his brother's cheek as he too
 drifted off into unconsciousness; barely registering Sam's last words before
                         being overtaken by darkness.
                               "I love you De."
 
***** Azazel *****
                             "De? Do you love me?"
 Ever since Dean had befriended the pretty girl across the street from Bobby's
   house, it was always the same. Whenever Erika was around he would plaster
   himself to Dean's side, doing everything in his power to divert his older
   brother's attention away from the cute little brunette who seemed to have
 captured Dean's heart. For the first time in his life, it seemed that Sam was
                   insanely jealous of another human being.
   Dean, who found his brother's envy completely and utterly adorable, would
 always purposefully pursue the little girl to get a rise out of him. Watching
 little Sammy fold his arms across his chest and puff out his bottom lip gave
 Dean a sense of security. Seeing Sam jealous ensured that he would always be
number one in his baby brother's life, that no other human being on the planet
  would ever be able to take his place as the object of Sam's affection. The
 feeling, of course, was overwhelmingly mutual. But while he loved his younger
brother more than life itself, it seemed Erika really did end up attracting the
older Winchester with her cute little button nose and her infectious smile. So
    much so, that he ended up spending all of his free time with the girl,
unknowingly neglecting little Sammy and therefore leaving the boy up to his own
                                   devices.
 It was starting to get unbearable for Sam, Dean could tell. He also knew that
his brother was upset with him for once again wanting to go over and spend time
 with Erika. But Dean needed some time to get away from the obligations thrust
  upon him at such an early age by his wretched father, and kissing a pretty
   girl's soft lips for the first time seemed as good a distraction as any.
However, just as he was about to leave for his rendezvous, little Sammy picked
 that exact moment to walk into the living room and spring up a question like
          the one he'd just asked on his unsuspecting older brother.
   Turning around to face the love of his life, Dean stared at Sam in awe, a
             mixture of hurt and disbelief clouding his features.
 "Of course I love you, baby boy. I love you more than anything in the world,
      you stupid little shit! Why would you ask me something like that?"
    "Because you're always with that girl and you never spend time with me
                                   anymore."
"Sammy," Dean murmured, walking up to Sam and wrapping his arms around him. "I
 do like her. But I'll never feel the same way about her as I do you. I just…I
    just want to get out for a while that's all. I need some time away from
     everything here. It has nothing to do with the way I feel about you."
  Sam ripped himself from his brother's arms, looking angrier than Dean could
                           ever remember seeing him.
"Oh, so you being only eight and having to take care of your four-year-old pain
 in the butt brother is a burden to you, is it? Well, FINE THEN. You go and be
with your little girlfriend and leave me alone. I don't love you anymore. Maybe
    I'll find someone else to spend all my time with and I'll make sure to
completely ignore you when I'm with them. You can take a backseat and THEY can
                              be my everything."
Dean's face made a number of transformations while listening to Sammy's tirade,
    each emotion warring within him just as powerful as the others: shock,
 confusion, pain. His brother's sadness filled Dean with an enormous amount of
 guilt and sorrow, hating the fact that it was him that implanted all of that
grief into his boy's life just because he befriended someone else. Upon hearing
that Sam planned to find someone else to love more than him, all of those other
  emotions flew out the window to make way for the sudden rage he felt at the
thought of anyone else being the center of Sam's world. He allowed that idea to
 sink in. Someone else touching Sam, making him smile, making him…happy. Just
thinking about a life without his brother caused Dean to fall to the ground in
  agony, emptying the contents of his stomach all over the living room floor.
 "DEAN!" Sam screamed, rushing to the older boy's side and running his little
 hand up and down his brother's back. "I didn't mean it! I swear! Please stop
  throwing up. I won't go away with anyone else, I promise! I just said that
cause I knew you wouldn't want me with someone who wasn't you. I wanted to get
                   closer to you. Please stop! I love you!"
Dean waited until his body was done releasing everything inside his stomach to
fling himself at Sam, wrapping his arms around his neck and squeezing like his
  brother would disappear if he didn't hold on tight. He started to cry then,
heart wrenching sobs that resulted in little Sammy crying right along with him.
  "Oh god, Sammy. I'm so fucking sorry baby boy. You can't leave me. I'll die
                        without you. I'll fucking die!"
           "I'll never leave you. I promise I won't," Sam whispered.
Dean continued to hold his baby angel, waiting until his tears subsided before
  revisiting everything Sam had said to him earlier. The anger he felt at his
  brother's words returned as he once again thought of what losing the boy to
 someone else would do to him. Feeling very jealous and possessive, Dean moved
 his arms to wrap around Sam's and squeezed his brother with the kind of grip
  that would put a boa constrictor to shame. When he heard the younger boy's
surprised gasp, he shoved him up against the wall, not being able to do much of
anything for the next few minutes besides stand there and stare at the shocked
                         look on little Sammy's face.
  "You think anyone else is gonna love you the way I do little brother?" Dean
asked spitefully, his mouth developing into a nasty sneer as he slowly made his
  way over to Sam. "You think someone else is going to put up with your shit?
 Guess again. You're not going anywhere, baby boy. I'll die before I allow you
to go ANYWHERE without me. Nobody is taking you away from me, god dammit! I'll
chain you to the bed if I have to. As a matter of fact, I think that's exactly
                              what I'm gonna do."
   Grabbing Sam and throwing him over his shoulder, Dean dragged his brother
 kicking and screaming into the bedroom they shared together. Throwing him on
the mattress, Dean straddled his hips and held him in place while he waited for
 Sam to stop struggling. When he went limp beneath his body, Dean looked into
 his little brother's eyes and noticed something in them that he never thought
 he'd ever see: fear. His baby boy was afraid of him. The realization of that
caused him to immediately jump off of Sam and stare down in horror at what he'd
 just tried to do to the most important person in his life, the only thing in
               this world that Dean had ever given a damn about.
                            "De? Are…are you okay?"
 Sam looked positively terrified. His whole body shook as he slowly sat up in
bed, never taking his eyes off his older brother. The shivers, the fright, the
     mistrust…it all sent Dean flying over the edge. Making up his mind to
 disappear, he mumbled something about him having to leave and fled the room.
   Charging out the front door, he ran down the street until his little legs
couldn't carry him any further and finally collapsed beside a tree, sliding to
  the floor before bursting into tears as everything about his wretched life
flashed right in front of his eyes. He couldn't understand what was wrong with
him. His anger easily clouded his judgment, he was filled with so much hate for
  humanity that it made it hard for him to breathe, and the thought of anyone
             getting close to Sammy sent him into a blinding rage.
  Sammy . He was the cause of all this, wasn't he? He was the only thing Dean
 wanted so he was the only one capable of producing an emotion out of him that
     wasn't pure hatred. These strong feelings he had for the boy weren't
  normal…were they? It must have been his father's fault. He was the one who
forced Dean to take care of that kid, making him love the child to the point of
 madness. Why couldn't he do his job as a father and take care of his own damn
   son for a while? But even as Dean asked the question, he already knew the
 answer. He was in much too deep, never allowing John or anyone else for that
matter to go anywhere near little Sammy. John couldn't take care of Sam; Dean's
 possessiveness towards the boy wouldn't allow it. So he smothered him, which
was probably not a good idea considering the poor child didn't have any friends
 because of his older brother. He couldn't even take care of himself. Dean did
  everything for his baby angel. But that had to stop, didn't it? Unless Dean
  wanted his love for the boy to consume him completely, leaving nothing else
          inside him except for Sammy. God, what was wrong with him?
 Dean was so caught up in his miserable existence that he didn't even register
the approaching footsteps coming his way until the person was standing right in
front of him. Looking up from where he sat, he noticed a man staring at him, a
 man who produced a gasp out of his parted lips as he took in the yellow eyes
  glittering brightly beneath the pale moonlight. He didn't know who this guy
 was, but one thing was for certain…he scared him. Scared him so much that he
didn't even hear the words that came out of the gentleman's mouth until he felt
            himself being kicked at with the toe of the man's boot.
                            "Hello Dean," he said.
                          "How did you know my name?"
"Oh, I know a lot about you, young man. You're a very special boy. Did you know
                                    that?"
Dean shook his head, making sure to keep his mouth shut so as not to interrupt.
 The man with the yellow eyes didn't seem to like that however, so he sat down
 beside the younger boy and asked him why he was out here this late at night.
  Dean just shrugged, looking down at his hands in order to avoid eye contact
       with the stranger, not trusting him as far as he could throw him.
"You don't know, huh? Well allow me to guess. YOU'RE here because you're trying
 to figure out what's wrong with you. Your anger scares the living hell out of
 you, you've been burdened with a weight no child should ever have to bear and
 you have to deal with all of this on your own because you don't have anybody
         who could provide you with any kind of guidance. Am I right?"
Dean gaped open-mouthed at the stranger in response, obviously shell-shocked at
  the accuracy with which he pinpointed all of his woes. "What are you? You a
                          mind reader or something?"
 The man with the yellow eyes smiled sinisterly at him in response, forcing a
       full-bodied shiver that he felt within every fiber of his being..
                          "Yeah…something like that."
                             "Dean? Are you okay?"
    The sound of Sam's voice pulled Dean from his musings, having been too
engrossed in his memories to even register his brother's presence as he leaned
 against the doorway of their bedroom. That boy was becoming quite the little
   ninja, often entering places with such sneaky precision that his presence
usually remained undetected, leaving the other occupant of the room completely
            at his mercy. It was starting to get a bit unsettling.
                      "Can't you ever knock?" he snapped.
"Meeeow. What the hell crawled up your ass and died? Oh, wait I get it. You got
       what you wanted from me last night so now I can piss off, right?"
                    Dean tensed. "Is that what you think?"
Sam shrugged his shoulders in response, making Dean's heart clench painfully in
  his chest. He knew he'd been neglecting his brother lately, taking the boy
 every night since he stole his virginity only to shove him away when morning
 came, afraid of getting closer to him than he already was. His attraction to
his brother was one thing, but ever since he came back from hell, the feelings
 he'd developed for the child went well beyond his usual obsession. He always
knew he was in love with Sam, but this…this was becoming too much. He couldn't
 eat, he couldn't sleep. All he could think about was him. The little dimples
that formed on his cheeks when he smiled, the way he chewed his bottom lip when
    he was nervous, the intense concentration he possessed as he sat on the
  windowsill reading whichever of Dean's books were within reach of his eager
  hands. Everything about the boy chipped away at the ice that entrapped his
frozen heart, forcing it to pump the love and desire he still harbored for his
 brother through every vein existing within his once lifeless body. He'd tried
 everything he could to reverse the transformation he felt taking place inside
  him, the most drastic being to push away the one responsible for making it
happen, tragically to no avail. There was no possible way he could ever refuse
 that damn child when he looked at him the way he did. It was almost as if his
angel knew the effect he had on him, a thought Dean hoped never to be true. Sam
    must never know the power he had over his older brother. Nobody could…
                    "Come here baby," Dean murmured softly.
        Sam remained firmly in place, ignoring his brother's protests.
"Aww c'mon Sam. Don't be like that. Come here and let your big brother make it
                                 all better."
"I don't think so," Sam admonished. "You're just going to do disgusting things
               to me again. You're going to f…make love to me."
  Dean smiled playfully at his little angel, greatly amused by his innocence.
                        "You mean fuck you, don't you?"
                                 Sam blushed.
 "I don't understand why you can't just say it Sam. There's nothing wrong with
                       fucking. We do it all the time."
 "That's cause you're always touching me. It's not like I can turn you down or
                                  anything."
 Dean raised his eyebrows. "I have never forced you to do anything you didn't
already want yourself and I certainly don't remember hearing you complain when
 you were buried ball deep in my ass. As I recall, you seemed to like it very
  much. Now why don't you bring that talented little prick over here so I can
                              swallow it whole."
   Great, Dean thought to himself as he watched his brother dart out of the
                      room. So much for me getting laid.
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                           "Dinner is served, sir."
  Dean gave Sam a weary glance as they sat at the table to eat their supper,
worried that the boy might not want to sit next to him because of what happened
earlier. Dean's fears were quieted, however, when he received a tiny smile from
his brother as he sat in the seat beside him. Dean let out the breath he'd been
holding since Sam first walked through the door, relieved that he no longer had
  to worry about getting the cold shoulder from the love of his life over his
                               perverted tongue.
 Sam looked apprehensively at the food Heathcliff had prepared, unsure what to
                           make of it. "What is it?"
                         "Escargot. It's a delicacy."
                           Sam made a face. "Gross."
   Dean smiled at his brother's rude disposition. "Stop being such a little
                       asshole and just eat, would ya?"
 "Not yet," Heathcliff replied. "Our guest of honor has yet to arrive. He said
          he'd be here at six o'clock sharp but it seems he's late."
          Dean looked confused. "I'm sorry…who's joining us exactly?"
                                   "Azazel."
  Every head in the dining room turned to follow the sound of the person who
   spoke, shocked to see their actual topic of conversation resting casually
  against the doorway, a smirk firmly in place on his diabolical face as his
                     yellow eyes focused directly on Sam.
Dean's eyes darted from Azazel to his brother suspiciously, disturbed that the
other demon had taken such a personal interest in his boy. Why the hell is Sam
                       looking at him like that anyway?
 Azazel cautiously approached Sam as he made his way across the room, careful
   not to spook the frightened boy as he was in no mood to deal with Dean's
insufferable petulance. Kneeling by the child's side, he carefully reached his
  hand out to brush Sam's bangs away from his face, gazing intently into the
                               boy's hazel eyes.
 "You must be little Sammy Winchester. My, my, my…aren't you a beautiful boy?
I'll bet the girls are just crazy about you." A glance in Dean's direction told
  him he was treading on thin ice, the scowl present on his face giving him a
 sinister appearance that Azazel greatly appreciated. Deciding to push just a
little bit further, he slowly pressed his nose up against Sam's neck to take in
   his scent, groaning softly at the pleasant assault on his nostrils. Sam's
breath hitched in response to the sudden closeness, adding fuel to the fire the
                   demon felt burning deep within his loins.
 "Hmm, your aroma is intoxicating. Oh yes…you certainly possess the ability to
  attract members of the female persuasion. Tell me, do you have a girlfriend
                                     yet?"
A possessive growl formed involuntarily in Dean's throat at Azazel's question,
causing everyone at the table to turn their heads in the older boy's direction.
                             "Get away from him."
  Azazel stared menacingly at Dean, yellow eyes hardening at the tone of the
                              boy's voice. "Why?"
Dean got up to stand in between Sam and Azazel, looking down at the other demon
     with a combination of anger and rebellion. Staring the older man down
stubbornly, he bent forward a couple of inches to speak with as much malice as
 he could muster, hoping like hell to get his point across to the evil bastard
                    that had ruined his life. "He's mine."
  Azazel and Dean stared at one another in a silent battle of wills, each one
 waiting to see who would break eye contact first. The older man smiled as he
 took in this interesting display of dominance, greatly amused at the lengths
Dean would go to prove his possession over his baby brother. Standing up to his
  full height, Azazel turned and walked out of the room, stopping to spit out
 over his shoulder, "You know Dean, you outta be careful how you speak to me.
   You of all people should know what lengths I will go to get my revenge on
  whoever dares to show me any kind of disrespect. I'd really hate for you to
 wake up one morning and have everything you care about taken away from you."
Dean waited until Azazel had exited the room before turning to face Sam, hating
                the tears he saw forming in his beautiful eyes.
                 Well, he replied dryly. "So much for dinner."
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 Sam leaned against the bathroom tiles as water poured in thick rivulets down
 his aching back, the scalding heat a welcome distraction against the pulsing
 surge of pain attacking his abused temples. Thoughts of earlier that evening
began to creep into his mind as he revisited the night Dean had revealed to him
 where he'd been all those years he was gone. He had been so livid about Dean
  being in hell that he hadn't even registered the name of the man who'd been
   haunting his dreams when it came out of his brother's lips. He could kick
 himself in the ass for that now. Why the man came to Selma was a mystery Sam
was eager to find out, hoping against hope that the reason would have something
to do with the nature of his dreams, as he was almost certain that Azazel knew
                             something about them.
  Sam jumped when he felt hands massage his shoulders, turning to face a very
                               sour faced Dean.
                         "Dean! Oh god…you scared me."
Dean just continued to stare at Sam, the anger he saw on his face transforming
                  into a worried expression that scared Sam.
                     "Are you alright?" Dean asked warily.
                      "Yeah yeah. I'm just really tired."
 Dean pulled Sam into his arms without warning, pressing their naked bodies up
against each other as the hot water pounded against the skin attached to their
  entwined limbs. They stayed like that for so long that Sam was beginning to
think Dean would never want to move again. After what seemed like forever, Dean
 suddenly whispered shakily into Sam's ear, the words soothing the panic he'd
  felt rising steadily in his heart since the arrival of that horrible demon.
          "I'm going to do whatever it takes to keep you safe, Sam."
Smiling against Dean's shoulder, Sam squeezed his brother tight enough that he
                    could hear his breath hitch. "Promise?"
Dean moved his head to lock their lips together in a hard kiss, moaning softly
at how easily his baby brother yielded to him. It was at that moment, with Sam
wrapped in his possessive arms, that he knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that he
was going to do whatever it took to protect this boy, even if he had to die to
                                    do it.
   Resting their foreheads together, he gazed intently into the eyes of his
                  beloved angel. His life…his love…his Sammy.
                                 "I promise."
                                        
***** Take Me, Possess Me *****
                    "Dammit Sammy! Open the goddamn door!"
  Alistair smirked as he watched the ongoing argument between the Winchester
 brothers, feeding off of the chaos inside the house like a parasite feeds off
its human host. What made this situation even more appetizing was knowing that
he was the one responsible for the bickering between the boys, his snide little
 comments to Sam about Dean taking everything little Sammy loved away from him
and forcing him to become nothing more than his personal sex slave turning one
    brother against the other. He knew he was being bad, that Azazel would
 disapprove of the boys fighting when they should be banding together, but he
 just couldn't help himself. This was just too good an opportunity to pass up.
Besides, if they couldn't bring Sam to the dark side then he'd need to tear the
  boys apart anyway so why not give his manipulative powers a little practice
                                     run?
    "No!" Sam screamed, pressing his back against the door while stubbornly
  refusing to allow his demon of a brother access into their bedroom. "I hate
                                     you!"
"Sammy, you are acting like a petulant child. Now you open this fucking door or
                            so help me god, I'll-"
 Sam's laugh interrupted Dean's angry tirade, the sound making his blood boil.
          "God? You want to talk about god? Are you fucking serious?"
                        "Watch your mouth, young man!"
  "Oh that's rich! I can't swear but it's okay for you to spend every waking
 moment fucking me into oblivion? It's sure as hell okay for me to swear when
I'm begging my scumbag of a brother to ride my cock faster. Or when I'm moaning
about how good it feels to be inside your tight ass. You sure as hell love that
                    shit, don't you? Well fuck you, Dean!"
 Dean's eyes flashed black at his brother's dirty mouth, the urge to beat the
  boy overwhelming. "Samuel Winchester, you know very damn well that I could
force this fucking door open if I wanted to. Now we can do this the easy way or
 the hard way. It's entirely up to you but I'm warning you now kid, you really
                   don't wanna fucking test me. Not today."
"Ooh I'm fucking shaking in my sneakers. Sneakers that my father bought for me
 a week before YOU FUCKING KILLED HIM! All you do is ruin everything. I don't
              want you anymore. I fucking hate you. I HATE YOU!"
  "THAT'S IT!" Dean screamed, using his powers to send both Sam and the door
  reeling across the room. "I have had all I can take from you, Samuel. It's
about time you learned some fucking respect. I don't care what I have to do to
 keep you in line but one thing's for sure; you're gonna mind me, whether you
                           fucking like it or not."
 "Oh yeah?" Sam responded, his icy tone pissing off Dean even more. Walking up
  to his brother, Sam poked at his chest with his index finger. "You just go
                    ahead and try it. I fucking dare you!"
The smile Dean gave Sam immediately made him realize that he'd just made a huge
         mistake. Daring a demon to do anything was always a mistake.
"Very well," Dean replied icily, taking Sam's hand and dragging him out of the
          bedroom with enough force to make him trip on his own feet.
      "Alistair?! I'm taking him upstairs. See that we're not disturbed."
     The authority in Dean's voice made Alistair smile. "See?" he said to
Heathcliff, the both of them watching as Dean disappeared down the hall. "That
                     was almost too easy. Damn I'm good."
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   "Dean, what the hell are you doing? Don't do this. Please don't do this."
Dean, having lit the last candle in the bedroom, turned to stare lustily at the
 pleading boy lying naked above red silk sheets, his legs forcibly spread open
 by Dean's demonic powers. The firelight cast a pulchritudinous glow on Sam's
skin, the reflection of the flames making his irises shine brightly in the dim
room. He was beautiful, the innocence displayed all over his face doing nothing
 to fan the flames of lust that burned deep within Dean's loins. He would have
this boy, that much was certain. Sammy might not realize it yet, but he wanted
                 this just as badly as his older brother did.
  And Dean was gonna give it to him. He was going to give it to him all night
                                     long.
A deep rumble of thunder shook the house as Dean made his way over to Sam, the
  boy's frightened expression melting his icy heart. "Shh, baby. Don't worry
                   about that. It's just a little thunder."
   Sam looked into Dean's eyes, his face a mixture of fear and desperation.
    "Dean…don't do this. Please don't do this. I can't take it anymore. We
      shouldn't be doing any of it. I feel…dirty when we get like this."
"Hush baby boy," Dean whispered, turning on the radio in hopes of soothing the
spooked boy. Nirvana's Lake of Fire blared through the speakers as Dean wrapped
his hand around Sam's cock, loving the sound of the gasp he got in return. "I'm
                       gonna make this so good for you."
 Sam moaned as he watched himself slide in and out of his brother's fist, the
    delicious friction making his hips buck involuntarily into Dean's hand.
                                 "Stop…don't."
"I don't think you want me to stop Sammy," Dean murmured, increasing the speed
 of his strokes. Seeing Sam all spread open and completely at his mercy drove
him to the brink of madness, forcing words out of his mouth that he didn't have
 the strength to hold back. "I think you like it when I rub that sweet little
 dick of yours. You loved it when we were little too, you know. Sometimes I'd
 climb on top of you at night when your daddy was asleep in the next room, and
I'd rotate my hips until you woke up. I loved the surprised look on your face,
 Sam. You'd look up into my eyes with your lips parted and it drove me fucking
 crazy. I'd slide my tongue in and out of your mouth then, humping that sweet
 cock over and over, whispering filthy words in between kisses to get you all
hot and bothered. I'd tell you what a dirty little boy you were, how you loved
  having big brother give your hard little prick such exquisite pleasure. I'd
keep at it Sam. I wouldn't stop until I'd brought my baby boy to climax, loving
it when you screamed your orgasm into my mouth. You'd keep moaning 'De, ooh De.
It feels so good, big brother' and it would send me over the edge. You probably
  did it on purpose, dirty slut that you are. You like being my little whore,
don't you? Like it when I talk about all the times I violated my little brother
in the dark? Sometimes John would hear your moans, but he knew to stay in that
fucking bedroom though, didn't he? I'd kill him if he ever interrupted me when
I was pleasuring my baby brother's sweet little cock. You love this, don't you?
  I know you do. You can try to deny it all you want but we both know what a
              whore you are. Say it, Sammy. Say you're my whore."
  Sam's face contorted in pleasure at his brother's words, the little bit of
fight he had left draining out of him with each stroke of Dean's talented hand.
                           "I'm…I'm your wh-whore."
                      "What was that?" Dean asked softly.
                               "I'm your whore."
Dean slid down Sam's body until he was eye level with his hole, licking a long
   stripe up the sensitive flesh until he felt his brother shudder under his
tongue. "You wanna come, Sammy? Then say it like you mean it. C'mon baby. Tell
         big brother you're his whore. Say it, baby. Fucking say it."
Sam's eyes rolled in the back of his head as he felt himself plummeting toward
the point of no return, the first waves of his orgasm washing over him with so
much force that he saw sparks burst beneath his eyelids. He heard his brother's
 growl through the haze of lust clouding his brain, the sound of Dean's voice
               echoing in his ears as the pleasure intensified.
                                   "SAY IT!"
"I'M YOUR WHORE!" Sam screamed, fisting Dean's hair as the older boy placed his
 mouth over Sam's erection, swallowing every ounce of come that pulsated from
   his swollen dick. His brother's lips soothed him through his aftershocks,
        keeping every inch inside his mouth until Sam pushed him away.
 Dean smirked at the bliss written all over Sam's face, the knowledge that he
was the one to put that look there increasing the already intense surge of lust
he felt stirring deep within his belly. After making sure Sam was good and wet,
  he placed soft kisses up the boy's body until he was gazing deeply into his
                                  hazel eyes.
  "I love you Sammy," Dean whispered before plunging inside Sam in one fluid
  motion, the scorching heat surrounding his thick cock making him groan. He
   could feel Sam shaking as he began to move, each tiny thrust bringing him
closer and closer to a euphoria he'd never thought himself capable of feeling.
Sam locked his ankles around Dean's thighs, turning his head to the side as he
  succumbed to the pleasure he had no choice but to accept. He could feel his
lips parting as he began to whimper, the intense sensation that came with being
slowly fucked too much to handle. His tiny whimpers morphed into soft groans as
          the act went on, the thrusting becoming deeper and harder.
"Ooh Sammy," Dean groaned, sucking his mark into Sam's neck. "You like what I'm
                           doing to you, baby boy?"
     Sam moaned loudly as his brother's movements intensified. "Dean. Ah,
                               De. Oooh…Deeean."
Dean smirked as he looked down at the sight of his baby brother; head tilted to
the side, eyes closed, mouth and legs wide open, face contorted in pleasure as
 his hands rested loosely on Dean's shoulders. He was beautiful, every single
inch of him exhibiting an angelic radiance that nothing in existence would ever
possess. He was the epitome of perfection, completely and wholeheartedly devoid
 of flaws. Where most of the world tried too hard to conceal their blemishes,
Sam had the luxury of being spared from the curse of impurity, his entire body
     capable of bringing people to tears with its paradisiacal brilliance.
  "You are so fucking beautiful," Dean whispered, licking a long line up the
                              boy's parted lips.
 Sam's eyes remained closed, the feeling of his brother's thrusts sending his
          body into convulsive spasms of ecstasy. "Dean," he moaned.
Watching the effect he was having on his baby brother, Dean slowed the speed of
his movements, sliding in and out of Sam's body at a leisurely pace. He pulled
 out slowly, making sure the angel beneath him felt every inch slide carefully
  out of his body before ramming back in hard, smiling in satisfaction as Sam
  moaned obscenely, digging his fingers into Dean's shoulders. The boy hadn't
moved from his position the entire time they made love, keeping his eyes closed
and his head turned to the side to better concentrate on the pleasure Dean was
                               gifting him with.
          "Sammy," Dean groaned. "Look at me baby. I wanna see you."
Sam ignored his brother's command, moaning every time he felt Dean push inside
                                    of him.
Dean felt an intense surge of jealousy at his own cock, the knowledge that Sam
was paying more attention to the feeling it gave him instead of Dean making his
 blood boil. His brother's moaning grew louder, the sound causing him to still
                         his hips in an envious rage.
 Sam squirmed underneath his brother helplessly, opening his eyes and blinking
  his confusion up at the older boy. "Dean? Why'd you stop? God…please don't
                                    stop."
"I want you to look at me, Sammy. I want you concentrating on me, not my dick."
Sam nodded his assent, desperate for his brother's touch. "Dean," he whispered.
                          "Please…please don't stop."
 Dean smiled devilishly at Sam, eyes gleaming with malicious intent. "Maybe I
 should. You love the feeling of my cock massaging you from the inside, don't
                                     you?"
  Sam whimpered in response, the involuntary rotation of his hips making Dean
 smile. "I think I should stop giving you that long, slow screw you seem to be
 loving so much. You may love my cock, but you don't seem to realize that I'm
   the one controlling its movements. I'm a jealous lover, Sammy. I want you
 paying attention to me. You're mine, baby. I don't want to fucking share you
with anyone or anything. I don't care how much I love pleasuring you, I'll stop
 everything if I think for one second that you care more about the feeling my
                       body gives yours than you do me."
   Sam looked up at his brother guiltily, hating himself for the panic that
  flooded him at the older boy's words. "I'm sorry, De. It's just that…you've
never done this to me before and you just…you just feel so good, big brother."
"Oh Sammy," Dean moaned, sliding in and out of his brother's body. "I want you
 to feel me, baby. I don't ever want to deny you the pleasure of my body. It's
  not that I don't want you to enjoy me, cause I do. You enjoy me, don't you
                                    angel?"
                        "Oh yeah," Sam moaned lustily.
"Then keep your eyes on me. Never forget who's doing this to you, who's making
  you feel so good. Nobody could ever make you feel this good, Sammy. Nobody
 knows your body like I do. You want somebody else making you feel this way?"
     No De," Sam replied breathlessly. "Only you. Only ever gonna be you."
"Fuckin' right it's only gonna be me ," Dean groaned, loving the sound of Sam's
  shivery moans. "You belong to me. I own you. I'll kill anyone that tries to
take you away from me. I'm the only one who knows how to give little Sammy what
 he likes. God, look at my little whore. Your first time being penetrated and
it's all you can think about. My angel is such a slut for my cock. You can act
as innocent as you want but at the end of the day, you're gonna be begging big
  brother to fuck your asshole raw, aren't you? You like it when I fuck that
                         greedy little hole of yours?"
"Yeah, De. Love being fucked by you. God, go faster. Please go faster. Take me,
big brother. Take me...possess me...own me," Sam moaned, crying out into Dean's
                  mouth as his brother gave into his request.
Dean smirked as he fucked his little brother, nailing his prostate with lethal
 precision on each thrust. "You like this, baby? God, you're such a slut. Look
  at you, moaning like the whore you are. Like it when big brother fucks your
tight little asshole with his huge cock? Yeah, I know you do. Fuckin' love that
                               shit, don't you?"
Sam cried out as the pleasurable sensation worsened, his brother's words adding
more fuel to the fire burning in his belly. "Dean…please," he sobbed. "Stop it.
                I'm gonna…god Dean. You're gonna make me cum."
  "But I want you to come, Sammy," Dean murmured, running his fingers through
 Sam's hair. "My baby boy. My sweet baby boy. So innocent. You're such a good
boy. Give me your come, angel. I want it so fucking badly. Give yourself to me.
I need to have you. I swear I'll die if you don't give it to me. Do it, Sammy.
                                Fucking do it."
 Dean slid his tongue inside Sam's mouth, covering his screams as he came hard
   all over Dean's stomach. His muscles clenched around Dean's swollen cock,
   triggering his own orgasm as he thrust hard into Sam's body. "You feel so
  fucking good Sammy," Dean sobbed. "My baby…my angel…my world. I love you. I
           love you so fucking much. Oh god…oh, Sam. Oh god, Sammy."
Sam dug his nail's into his brother's back as Dean buried his face in his neck,
thrusting so hard it was almost uncomfortable. Sam held his brother tight as he
 stilled inside of him, both brothers gasping hard into the skin of the other.
      "I love you Sammy," Dean whispered, nosing the boy's sweaty bangs.
 Sam stared guiltily at the ceiling, shame rising within him as the deep waves
     of lust burning beneath his skin began to fade. Hearing his brother's
declaration of love, he couldn't help but smile sadly. The emotions warring for
dominance inside his soul were beginning to take their toll on him, each guilty
thought that followed his dirty excursions with Dean chipping away at whatever
  sanity he had left. He was starting to hate himself for the way his brother
made him feel, each pleasurable sensation from their lovemaking sending sparks
 of both lust and shame spiraling throughout his entire body. He had to make a
 decision on whether or not he wanted this to continue. This was bad for him.
 Dean was bad for him. But until he was able to successfully sort through his
 conflicted feelings, he had no choice but to stay with the boy whose love for
      him burned hotter than any flame, a love that Sam couldn't help but
                                 reciprocate.
                             "I love you too, De."
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 Alistair gave Azazel a sinister smile as he listened intently to the demands
 that were asked of him, each word causing an almost painful bulge to develop
 inside his pants. "You're sure you want me to do this? Is there a particular
              reason for us to be so...harsh...to the poor boy?"
"It isn't harsh, Alistair. I want to test Sam's devotion to his older brother.
   What better way to do that than to place an obstacle in the way of their
  blossoming love? If Sam chooses to protect her, then we know where we stand
 with him. However, if he chooses to align himself with Dean, then we'll have
 him wrapped tightly around our fingers. We'll know beyond a shadow of a doubt
     that he's ours, that we won't have to worry about him turning on us."
                      "This'll be easier said then done."
"Perhaps not," Azazel replied. "I know of a spell that'll bring her back to the
  land of the living. Not even the almighty himself will be able to stop us.
 Lucifer demands this of his trusty servants and I intend to give him what he
   wants. He believes this to be the best way and I agree. What do you say,
             darling Alistair? Would you like to serve our king?"
  "Of course," Alistair smiled. "Not only will this be the deciding factor on
  whether or not we have Sam on our side, but it'll also give us a chance to
   spark the jealous anger living inside our boy king. Having her here will
definitely put a damper on his plans to get his little brother to fall in love
with him. And when he sees her? He'll do whatever it takes to end her a second
time. There's nothing that boy won't do to keep his precious Sammy, that much I
know. It won't be so easy for him the this time around though, will it? I can't
 wait to see what the boys'll have to say about this one. Their reactions will
                                 be glorious."
Azazel grinned at his friend. "Come Alistair. It's time we reigned chaos within
the walls of Rosewood. This is going to be so much fun, dear boy. Just you wait
                                   and see."
===============================================================================
 Sam's eyes opened reluctantly at the sound of the ringing doorbell, the noise
 making him groan in frustration. Dean was in too deep a sleep to notice, the
  rise and fall of his chest only faltering slightly as Sam pulled out of his
     arms. He sleeps like the dead, Sam thought to himself.Lucky bastard.
 "Alright alright I'm coming," Sam yelled, making his way over to the front of
                                  the house.
 Sunlight flashed its cruel rays into Sam's eyes as he slowly opened the front
 door, cupping his hand over his brow in an attempt to see who was evil enough
 to awaken him at seven in the morning. The sight that greeted him caused his
mouth to fall open in shock, the girl standing in front of him smiling shyly as
                she look up at him through her long eyelashes.
Sam looked on in awe as he stared at what he could have sworn was a ghost. She
can't be alive. This is impossible…isn't it? But even as he thought the words,
    he knew them to be a vicious lie. She was more alive than he could ever
  remember seeing her, and the relief that flooded through him caused him to
  smile surprisingly at his old friend, the awe her presence instilled in him
            fading rapidly as happiness took over his entire being.
                                   "Aimee?"
 
 
***** You Belong To Me *****
          "So…what exactly happened to you? I thought you were dead!"
Aimee's pretty smile vanished at Sam's words, casting her eyes downwards so the
 boy wouldn't see the brief shade of ebony that overtook her cerulean colored
irises. "I wasn't dead," she replied quietly. "Your brother kind of threatened
me not to see you, but I ignored him and tried to find out where you were. When
               I did, I came right over so I could talk to you."
Sam nodded in understanding, a tiny scowl forming on his face at the thought of
 Dean threatening a poor innocent girl over something as stupid as a possible
   friendship between her and his brother. Being lied to by the boy who was
   supposed to love him more than life itself wasn't too great of a feeling
 either, the knowledge that Dean constructed a cruel fabrication with the sole
purpose of hurting his younger brother creating a sharp ache too keen to dwell
    upon. Taking Aimee's hands in his, Sam gazed lovingly into her eyes, a
  sympathetic smile transforming his expression into one of loving adoration.
"Aimee…I'm so sorry about my brother. Dean's a little possessive sometimes. I'm
 all he has really. But I promise you that I'll never let him hurt you. I may
 have only met you once, but that little amount of time we spent together was
 enough for me to know that I want you in my life. I want to get to know you.
 You seem like such a sweet girl, and right now you're the closest thing to a
              friend I have. I'm just…I'm just glad you're okay."
"So," Aimee said flirtatiously, batting her long eyelashes at the boy in front
                       of her. "You care about me then?"
                               "Of course I do."
    Before Sam could process what was happening, he found himself propelled
backwards onto the couch, Aimee sitting astride his lap with her tongue halfway
down his throat. He decided not to turn away, instead choosing to wrap both of
his arms around the girl's torso and hold her flush against his chest, tearing
  his mouth away to nibble affectionately at her bottom lip. Aimee groaned in
 satisfaction, rotating her hips in concentrated circles that had Sam gasping
                            against her long neck.
       Sammy," she whispered seductively. "Can…can we go to your room?"
 Sam moaned as Aimee gave a hard thrust against his clothed erection, sending
 waves of pleasure coursing through his entire body. "I can't. I share a room
                                  with Dean."
                           "Well…can we do it here?"
"Oh god Aimee," Sam murmured, grasping her hips with his fingers. "I want to. I
                   really do. I just…I don't know if I can."
"Of course you can baby," Aimee crooned, increasing the speed of her movements.
"You know you want this. God, I can feel that cock pressing into my clit. Feels
                               so fucking good."
Sam cried out as Aimee shoved her hands down his pants, rubbing the outline of
 his cock through his underwear. "Hmm," she moaned. "Such a big boy. I bet you
 really got a lot to offer a girl with this massive thing I've got my fingers
wrapped around, huh? Tell me…you think this big dick of yours could make a lady
                                   scream?"
   A growl ripped from Sam's throat as he forced the young girl on her back,
 blanketing her body with his own. His tongue found hers once more, entwining
 them together in an attempt to soothe the burning ache he felt in the pit of
   his stomach. There was a nagging feeling inside his mind, an inner voice
telling him that something about this was wrong. Pushing those voices aside, he
  lifted himself on his elbows so that he could gaze down at the girl beneath
           him, a rebellious grin tugging at his kiss swollen lips.
 "I don't know," he replied, licking lustily at the tip of Aimee's nose. "You
                               wanna find out?"
===============================================================================
Dean awoke to the sound of moaning coming from downstairs, the noise traveling
  through the vents that linked one room to the other. Sitting up in bed, he
  realized Sam was not there beside him. Frowning to himself, he made his way
towards the living room, curious as to who could be having sex inside his house
 at eight in the morning. Reaching his destination, he froze at the sight that
                                 greeted him.
His Sammy was lying naked on the couch, his body being held up by his elbows as
 he thrust sensuously into the woman beneath him. His hair and skin were damp
       with sweat, every part of him sliding against the girl with ease.
"Oh Sammy," the girl sobbed, the sound of her voice chilling Dean to the bone.
"Harder. God, it feels so good. Yeah, right there baby. Do it to me. Oh god. Oh
                                  god. AHH!"
 Sam groaned obscenely as he gave in to the request of who Dean now knew to be
Aimee, ramming in and out of the girl's abused passage with renewed vigor. His
  eyes glazed over in an expression of pure bliss, a continued collection of
 'uhn' sounds escaping his lips each time he sheathed himself inside her tight
                                    pussy.
   "Oh Sammy," Aimee moaned, the filth she spewed out causing Dean's eyes to
 blacken in disgust. "Oh baby. You made me come. God, you're such a sexy boy.
Fuck me Sam. Come in me. I wanna feel you come inside that wet pussy. Feels so
good, doesn't it? You like fucking my tight little cunt? Yeah, I know you love
  that shit. Uhn! I'm gonna have another one baby. Oh god, come in me. Please
                  come in me. I can't…I can't…ah. Ooh…SAMMY!"
"Ooh," Sam moaned, gazing into Aimee's eyes as he climaxed inside her. His face
 contorted in an intense expression of pleasure, loud groans spilling from his
 mouth in rapid succession. When it was all over, Sam leaned forward to slide
 his tongue past the girl's pink lips, whispering dirty words of encouragement
  in her ears as he slowly glided his softening cock in and out of her body.
"So good, Aimee." he whispered in between kisses, both teenagers moaning softly
 at the friction Sam's tiny movements caused them. "You felt so good. I can't
 believe how good it felt to make love to you. You made my cock feel so good,
              baby. Did you…did you like it? Was…was I any good?"
Aimee giggled at Sam's words, leaning up to rest their foreheads together. "I'd
               certainly do it again, if that's what you mean."
  Sam smiled admiringly at her as he placed open-mouthed kisses all over the
  girl's face, moaning at the feel of her fingers running through his sweaty
                                    bangs.
 Dean, who had been frozen in shock since the whole thing started, came to his
senses as a blinding rage shook his entire body. He must have made a sound, for
 the next thing he knew, Sam had looked up and locked eyes with his. The boy's
expression morphed from contentment to one of guilt and terror, his bottom lip
 quivering beneath the weight of Dean's glare. The older boy's eyes had turned
 pitch black, his mouth twisting into an ugly snarl that made his brother gasp
                                 in surprise.
  The guilt Sam felt for betraying his brother forced tears to spill down his
 flushed cheeks, his breathing becoming shallow as he started to sob silently.
   "Dean," he whimpered pitifully, all thoughts of the woman underneath him
  disappearing at the sight of his beloved sibling. He was so focused on Dean
that he hadn't noticed the smirk that crept across Aimee's face at the pain she
could feel radiating off the boy across the room. Dean spoke then, the sound of
     his voice conveying the agony he felt at the picture in front of him.
  "Come here baby," he replied painfully, the anguish his brother caused him
                         displayed all over his face.
 Sam glanced down at Aimee for a brief moment before slowly sliding out of her
  body and wrapping himself up with the blanket that had been kicked off the
couch in the midst of his lascivious actions. He staggered over to Dean as fast
 as his legs would allow, feeling wobbly after his intense orgasm. Stopping an
  inch away from his brother, he flung himself into the older boy's arms, his
body shaking with unshed tears. He let out a sharp exhale as he felt Dean wrap
  his arms around him, placing a soft kiss to the spot just below his temple.
   "I want you in my bed baby," Dean whispered. "I'll be there in a minute."
  "Yes Dean," Sam replied, doing exactly as he was told without once glancing
                      back at the girl he'd left behind.
  When Sam had disappeared down the hall, Dean turned to face the demon bitch
that had violated his beloved Samuel, the rage he'd kept in for the sake of the
angel that had just left the room finally erupting in waves of malicious hatred
 as he sent Aimee reeling across the room with a flick of his wrist, smirking
       wickedly at the satisfying cracking her bones made at the impact.
                 "How the fuck did you get here?" Dean asked.
Aimee laughed at his question, the sound sending Dean into a fit of anger as he
              slapped her with the back of his hand. "ANSWER ME!"
 "You can't kill me Dean," she answered. "I'm protected by Lucifer himself. If
 your little Sammy wasn't so busy making me come, he would have seen the mark.
                       Face it Dean, I'm here to stay."
"The fuck you are!" Dean yelled, wrapping his hand around the girl's throat. "I
      don't give a rat's ass who's protecting you. You touched my Sammy.
 You fucked my boy. The only thing in this world I can't live without and you
defiled him. You took what's mine. I'll fucking kill you for this. You hear me?
                            I'll fucking kill you!"
                                    "Dean?"
 Dean whipped around in surprise as he took in the form of Alistair, ignoring
            the sound of Aimee as she fell to the ground coughing.
            "Who the fuck brought her back?" Dean asked in disgust.
                                 "Azazel did."
   Dean laughed bitterly, amazed at the situation in which he found himself.
                    "You've got to be fucking kidding me."
 Alistair stared at his fellow demon in surprise, noticing the damp trail that
        went from the boy's eyes to his chin. "Are you…are you crying?"
 "Of course I'm fucking crying! That whore took something from me. She touched
  my Sammy. What gives her the fucking right? Why would anyone do this? Why?"
 Dean fell to the ground, dropping his head into his hands. Alistair smiled to
  himself as he looked upon the broken boy in front of him, pleased with the
agony he saw on Dean's face. Sam fucked Aimee? This was…this was much more than
he could have hoped for. He craved pain as much as pleasure, particularly when
 it involved another human being. Dean may be their savior, but that certainly
      didn't stop him from taking immense pleasure in the child's misery.
  "Aimee, I want you to get up, get dressed and go to the study. I have some
                    business I'd like to discuss with you."
  Following Alistair's orders, Aimee walked past Dean on her way to the guest
 bedroom. "Hey Dean," she said over her shoulder. "I just wanted to thank you
       for letting me borrow your little Sammy. He's a fantastic fuck."
   "You fucking bitch! Dean yelled spitefully, the menacing look on his face
 frightening even the older demon responsible for his misfortune. You're gonna
fucking pay for this. Do you hear me? I'm gonna find a way to remove that mark
and once I do, I'm going to rip out your intestines through your mouth and ass
            and use you as a jumping rope, you nasty little whore!"
 "DEAN!" Alistair screamed. "Calm the fuck down! Do you really think Sam needs
to hear this right now? I think it would be best if you confronted the boy. I'm
      sure he can give you an explanation as to why he did what he did."
 "Why?" Dean replied. "Why would you bring that stupid bitch back. She'll take
               my Sammy away from me, goddammit! If I lose him…"
                            "If you lose him…what?"
Dean looked up at Alistair with the most mournful expression he'd ever seen on
 anybody, the insufferable sadness the boy had displayed all over his handsome
                 face a potent aphrodisiac for the older man.
                              "I'll kill myself."
===============================================================================
 Sam grabbed his towel as he reluctantly forced himself out of the shower, the
splitting headache brought on by the events of the day causing him to trip over
  his own two feet on the way to the bed. Putting on his boxer shorts, he was
about to take a much needed nap when there was a soft knock on the door. Hoping
 to god it wasn't Aimee, he allowed the person on the other side to enter. His
 body stiffened when he saw Dean, the guilt he'd felt from earlier coming back
                        to him with a mighty vengeance.
                                    "Dean?"
  Dean smiled sadly at his brother, closing the door softly behind him. "Hey
                                    baby."
                       "I uh…I assume we need to talk."
                                 "Yeah…we do."
Sam's control lasted all of two seconds before he found himself dropping to his
     knees at Dean's feet, wrapping his arms around the other boy's waist.
 "I'm so sorry Dean," he cried. "I don't know why I did it. Please forgive me.
   I'll do anything! I promise! Just don't leave me. Please don't leave me."
 Sam's last words were uttered with such anguish that Dean could only stare in
 shock as violent sobs wracked his brother's body. He felt tears burn beneath
his eyelids at the sight of the boy's agony, seeing Sam so upset doing terrible
things to his heart. Falling to his knees beside his angel, he held him against
                 his chest with all the force he could muster.
             "I could never leave you baby. I'd die without you."
  Dean didn't know how it happened, but the next thing he knew, he was on his
knees in bed with his brother. Sam was laying on his stomach, both legs wrapped
around Dean's thighs. He had both of the boy's wrists in his hands, using them
to hoist Sam's upper body up while he thrust deeply inside his abused passage,
 both boys moaning at the pleasurable sensations coursing through their entire
                                    bodies.
  "Well," Sam gasped. "This c-certainly is an in-interesting po…po…oh Dean."
  "You're mine Sammy," Dean growled. "I want you to fucking say it. Say it or
 I'll make sure you never come again a day in your life. I'll tie you to this
   bed and fuck you six ways from Sunday without ever giving you a chance to
climax, do you hear me? Tell me who you belong to Sammy. Tell me baby. Fucking
                                   tell me."
"You," Sam groaned, arching his back in ecstasy. "Only you. Only ever gonna be
                                     you."
  Dean's eyes rolled in the back of his head as the pleasure intensified, the
sounds of their lovemaking carrying all the way out into the hallway where both
Azazel and Aimee were lurking. The two demons spoke softly so as not to disturb
                     the fornicating Winchester brothers.
  "You're going to have to up your game, Aimee. I doubt you had Sam sounding
like that when you were being fucked by him. He sounds simply pornographic. If
  I didn't know any better, I'd have thought Dean was hurting the poor boy."
    'I want to be inside you forever, little brother. I want you right here
                  underneath me, knowing your fucking place.'
"Yeah…well I don't exactly share the same kind of bond with Sam that Dean does.
  The sex was…fantastic. But there was something missing, something vital. I
  think it was his heart. He cares for me but his heart just wasn't in it. It
                     wasn't in it because I wasn't Dean."
 'My place is with you. You feel so good, big brother. Only you. Nobody's ever
                         gonna do this to me but you.'
  'I swear Sammy, if I EVER see you with another person like that again, I'll
  fucking kill them. I'll kill them and make you watch. I own you. You're my
 little bitch, Sam. I'll die before I let you go. I'm gonna work you so good,
 baby. Give you everything you need so you'll never leave me. I mean it, Sam.
 Everything. Anything you want. Come in your mouth, come in your ass. Eat your
asshole out till you scream. You want that, baby boy? I'm gonna make it so good
  for you. I love you so fucking much, the thought of that stupid little cunt
having this makes me want to slit the bitch's throat. You're my boy, Sammy. All
                             mine...mine...mine!'
 'Oh god! Yours baby. I'm all yours. Do it to me! Give me your cock. Fuck that
   tight ass till it hurts. Feels so fucking good, De. Oh yeah, teach me my
   fucking place, baby. Yeah, like that. Just like that. Oh, I'm gonna come.
                                 Yes…yes…yes!'
 Azazel smiled at his brand new pet. "I want you to keep provoking Dean. He'll
 find a way to take off your mark so that he can kill you. And believe me…the
   boy will kill you. You've gone and stolen a taste of the forbidden fruit.
   Touching little Sammy Winchester is a big no-no unless you're his loving
 brother so if I were you, I'd have my guard up at all times. However, we need
  you to cause friction between these kids. I need to know where Sam's heart
lies. You're the perfect bait, Aimee. I brought you back for a reason and this
   is it. Do this, or I'll make sure to send you back where you came from."
"Don't worry," Aimee replied, smiling as she heard both boys struggling through
                           their orgasms. "I will."
===============================================================================
                                   "Sammy?"
                        "Yes De," Sam moaned sleepily.
                              "Look in my eyes."
   Sam turned to gaze into the emerald orbs that always made him weak at the
 knees. The look he got in return was intense, his brother's face serious and
                                  unsmiling.
   "I want you to listen to me carefully. Don't interrupt me. Just listen."
 When Sam made no move to argue, Dean began to speak: "I know that I'm…I know
that I'm not the easiest person to get along with. I've done some things to you
  that I'm not proud of. But I want you to know that anything I've ever done,
I've done for you. You're my life, my love, my everything and I'll be damned if
  I'm going to allow you to give yourself to anyone else. You should be mine,
Sam. You are mine. We may have our ups and downs, but there is one thing that's
 never going to change besides my love for you and that's my ownership of you.
You. Belong. To. Me. Do you understand? I own your heart, I own your soul, your
eyes, your mouth,your cock, your ass. Everything about you is mine. Your moans
are mine and your pleasure is mine. Nobody else is allowed to give you what you
need because I'm the only one that has what you need. Nobody knows your body or
 your mind the way I do. I should be the only one bringing you to ecstasy. Do
you know what it was like to see you inside her, Sam? To see my baby giving it
          up to someone else? To see that bitch giving you pleasure?"
  Tears welled up in Sam's eyes as he shook his head, burying his face in his
       brother's neck and squeezing the older boy as tight as he could.
 "I love you so much, Sammy. You betrayed me. You gave her my body. That will
 never happen again. Do you understand me, baby boy?" Dean asked, grabbing the
 boy's chin with the side of his finger as he gently brought Sam's eyes level
                                 with his own.
         "Yes Dean. I'm sorry. Please forgive me. I love you so much."
Dean groaned, hardening inside the body he'd never bothered pulling out of. Why
should he? It was his body after all. Nobody was going to change that. Not even
 Sam's precious little whore that he planned on killing. Sammy was his. Nobody
     was going to take him away. Dean would die before he let that happen.
  "I love you too Sammy," Dean whispered, the gasp Sam gave as he thrust hard
  into his body making him groan in satisfaction. "You belong to me. I'll die
                             before I let you go."
"Yes," Sam moaned. "I'm yours. Only yours. I… I know my place now, big brother.
                       I'm never gonna leave. I…I…ooh."
  "I know you won't leave me baby," Dean murmured seductively, chuckling when
            Sam's face contorted in pleasure. "If you ever tried…"
 Sam whimpered pitifully from a particularly hard thrust he was dealt, Dean's
 threat never seeing the light of day. Both boys made love well into the early
 hours of the morning, completely oblivious to the pair of blue eyes spying on
       them from above, pure white light radiating off his entire body.
                         Soon, he thought to himself.
                                     Soon.
 
***** The Truth Comes Out *****
Sam shot up in bed as thunder rattled the foundations of the immovable mansion,
blinking his confusion into the dark bedroom he shared with his brother. Rain
pattered against the windowpane in thick rivulets while a corresponding flash
of light brightened the sleeping form of the demon laying beside him. Staring
thoughtfully at Dean, Sam couldn't help but wonder how it was possible for him
to sleep like the dead when they were in the middle of such an obnoxious storm.
From the memories Sam had of his brother, Dean had always been a rather light
sleeper, the ability to be roused by nothing more than the drop of a pin a
talent he had perfected with great ease. Perhaps this newfound aptitude he
developed for sleeping through every noise imaginable came with being a demonic
entity. Maybe it was from living nine years without a younger brother to care
for. Whatever the reason, Sam very much disliked being the only one with the
unfortunate gift of being able to rouse from his slumber at the slightest
sound. The jealousy he had for Dean's blessing was what inevitably caused him
to slap sleeping beauty upside the head, smiling victoriously when his buffoon
of a brother sat up in bed with an audible gasp.
"'Bout time you got up…asshat."
Dean gave Sam an incredulous look, amazed beyond belief at the boy's
impertinence. "Dude, did you seriously just slap me upside my head? What the
hell, Sam? I'm trying to fucking sleep!"
"How can you sleep with this godawful storm blasting in the wind? I should have
stuck something up your ass."
Dean smiled sleepily at his brother. "Sammy, if you wanted to stick something
in my ass, all you had to do was ask."
"You're such a cunt."
"Oh, shut up."
"You shut up!"
Sam gasped as he suddenly found himself underneath Dean's body, moaning quietly
when the older boy's tongue licked along the seam of his lips.
"Why don't you make me?" he whispered.
"Dean, I woke you up so that I wouldn't be alone. I didn't do it so that you
could molest me."
Dean sat up and pulled Sam's boxers down his body, never once taking his eyes
off his little brother's face. "But isn't molesting you what I'm good at?
Besides, you woke me up. That means you've got to make it worth my while."
Not giving the child a chance to respond, Dean scooted down the bed until his
head was in between the boy's spread legs, licking a long stripe up the
sensitive skin surrounding the rim. He smirked up at his brother, the sound of
his heavy panting evidence of his growing arousal.
"Dean," he whimpered. "Don't."
"Don't what? Do this?" Dean slid two fingers inside the boy's tight hole,
curling them upwards. He knew he'd found the fleshy bundle of nerves he was
looking for when he heard Sam's choked cry.
"Dean!"
"Or this?" Using his other hand, Dean began massaging Sam's cock. Wrapping his
mouth around the head, he gave a gentle suck, smiling as he watched the boy's
eyes roll back in his head.
"Dean," Sam moaned pitifully. "Stop. It…it's too much. You're gonna make me
come."
Ceasing his ministrations, Dean locked eyes with Sam as he sat up in bed, using
both hands to force the child's legs open even more. Blanketed himself over his
brother's body, Dean grabbed his dick and slowly slid inside, groaning loudly
when Sam's body began to shake. Unable to sink all the way in, he leaned down
to whisper soothingly into Sam's ear, trying his hardest to get the boy to
relax.
"Come on, Sammy. Don't be so shy. Open up for me, baby boy."
Pulling out until only the tip remained, he tried sinking in once more,
groaning when he was finally buried balls deep in tight heat. Propping himself
up on both hands, he rammed himself in the boy's ass with a nasty groan,
waiting a moment before doing it again. He kept up the same pace for as long as
he could, wanting the blissful look on Sam's face to last. Every thrust inside
was followed by loud cries of pleasure, the friction created from Dean's
movements forcing dirty sounds from the throats of both brothers.
"Shit," Sam whispered lustily.
"Hmm, that's my dirty little whore. Just lie there and take it like the slut
you are. Feels so good, doesn't it? Having my dick slide in and out of you? You
like it when my fat cock massages the inside of that tight little ass, don't
you? Tell me what you're feeling, Samuel. Talk to me."
Sam groaned in response, wrapping both legs around his brother's waist. Dean's
exhales broke off as Sam used his heels to push him further inside, tightening
his walls around the demon's length.
"More," Sam moaned.
Dean gazed deeply into his brother's hazel eyes, the lust he saw within the
murky depths reminding him of the boy's need for release. The feeling of being
enveloped in tight heat forced Dean to obey Sam's request, his hips speeding up
involuntarily as the pleasure intensified.
An eerie sensation seeped into Dean's skin before he could finish Sam off, the
feeling causing him to glance up toward the cracked door of his bedroom.
Emerald clashed with blue as Dean locked eyes with Aimee, a growl forming in
his throat at the sight of the detestable creature staring back at him. The
urge to kill that always came with seeing her face simmered down as he suddenly
became overwhelmed by a different kind of need. He wanted her to know exactly
who Sam belonged to, to claim the boy right here in front of her where she
would be unable to do anything but watch.
Never taking his eyes off the voyeur across the room, Dean pulled out of Sam
and ordered the boy on his hands and knees. The child was quick to obey,
positioning himself the way Dean wanted without having to be told twice.
Slipping back inside his brother's body, Dean grabbed Sam's hips and began
pumping in and out at an erratic pace, the force of his thrusts tearing a cry
of pleasure from the parted lips of his beloved angel.
""Dean," Sam sobbed. "Make me come. Please make me come."
"I don't know if I should Sammy," Dean replied, grunting as Sam's muscles
contracted around his swollen dick. "You've been such a naughty boy lately.
Maybe I should stop fucking you altogether. Maybe you don't want this anymore?"
"No!" Sam exclaimed. "I want it! I need it! Don't you ever fucking stop!"
"You sure you still want me?" Dean asked, bitterness and hatred dripping from
every word he spoke. "Cause you can always go be with your precious little
Aimee, if that's what you want."
"All I want is you Dean," Sam whispered. "I don't want her. She's not you, De.
She'll never be you. Please…please take me. Take everything. Come in my mouth,
come in my ass. Fuck me into the mattress every single night if that's what you
want but please…please make me come."
Dean grinned wickedly at the scowl present on Aimee's pretty face, Sam's
helpless begging something the girl didn't seem to like very much. Reaching
around to grasp Sam's cock, he began stroking it in time with his thrusts, each
movement causing the headboard to bang heavily against the wall. The sounds of
their lovemaking were nothing short of pornographic, each slap of skin against
skin permeating the air with its sinful nature.
"You're such a slut for my cock," Dean taunted, eyes falling shut when he felt
Sam shake underneath him. "Don't worry, baby. I'm gonna make you come. I'm
gonna make you come so fucking hard. I know you want it, Sammy. Just can't help
yourself. Fucking love it when I pleasure that tight little asshole, don't you?
Come for me, baby boy. I want to hear you scream my name. C'mon angel, show big
brother how much you like it."
Sam let out a cry of surprise as he climaxed, the force of his orgasm making
him push back hard against Dean's cock. His brother followed a second later,
staring into Aimee's eyes as he came inside his brother's ass. Dean smirked as
she stormed off in anger, the sound of her heels clapping against the hardwood
floors fading as she disappeared down the narrow hallway.
Throwing Sam's limp body on the bed, Dean fell on top of him with a contented
sigh. "Whew. That was athletic."
Sam laughed at his brother, wincing slightly at the soreness he felt between
his shaky legs. "I'm trembling. De…you fucked me so good, I'm trembling."
Dean's smile faded as he looked down at his blushing boy, love flowing through
every crevice of his damned soul. "I love you Sammy," he whispered.
Sam brought both hands to his brother's face in response, pulling his head down
so he could place a chaste kiss to the older boy's soft lips. "I love you too,
De. I'll always love you."
"Would you do anything for me?" Dean asked, his face unreadable.
"Of course I would."
"So we can get rid of Aimee then."
Sam's brows furrowed in confusion at Dean's words, unsure of what was being
asked of him. "I'm…afraid I don't understand. What do you mean, 'get rid of
her'?"
"Don't play dumb with me, Sammy."
"You mean kill her?" Sam asked incredulously.
"She's in the way, Sam. You need to trust me on this. She's a bad person. She's
not what you think she is."
"Or perhaps you're not who I thought you were!" Sam yelled, pushing Dean off of
him so he could rise to his feet. "I knew you weren't going to change. I
fucking knew it! You're still the same evil, possessive, bloodthirsty bastard
you've always been. You were like this even before Azazel sent you to hell. I
should have noticed the signs. But you know, silly me, I let my love for you
get in the way of the truth. Well not anymore, Dean. I see you for who you
really are now and there is no way in hell that I'm staying in this house with
you another minute!"
Dean's pained expression at Sam's tirade transformed into anger at the mention
of him leaving. Jumping to his feet, he threw the surprised boy facedown on the
bed and forced his legs open, shoving himself inside Sam's body before he could
protest. The child's screams pierced the atmosphere as Dean began to thrust,
the force of it tearing Sam's abused passage. Blood coated his dick as he
violated the boy underneath him, the beating of his own heart drowning out the
sound of Sam's protestations.
"Dean!" Sam screamed, sobbing so violently he could barely understand himself.
"Dean, please stop! You're hurting me!"
"This is what you get Sammy," Dean gasped, eyes squeezing shut as he felt the
stirrings of his imminent orgasm deep in his belly. "This is what you get when
you choose some bitch over your own brother. You're not going anywhere, Sammy.
Do you hear me? You're mine, god dammit! Mine!"
Something strange settled over Sam as he lied broken and bruised beneath the
body of his demonic brother, a sensation that numbed the excruciating pain he
could feel from the assault on his blood-drenched opening. He felt as if he was
in a dream that he was slowly being awakened from, the sound of pleading
overriding the moaning of the older boy in between his shaking legs. As time
went on, it was getting harder and harder for Sam to ignore the call of the
person begging him to open his eyes. When the urge to obey that voice became
overwhelming, he relaxed his body as he found himself giving in to temptation,
the scene in front of him fading into nothing.
"SAMMY!"
Sam awakened with a sharp gasp at the sound of his name, eyes darting around
the room as he suddenly found himself in the arms of his frightened brother.
"Sammy? Oh, thank god. What the hell happened?!"
Sam just stared in shock at the boy holding him, confusion written all over his
flushed face. His eyes closed involuntarily as Dean smoothed his bangs away
from his forehead, placing a soft kiss there for good measure.
It was all a dream. Everything that just happened was all a dream.
"Answer me, Sammy. What's the matter with you? I've been trying to wake you up
for a half hour!"
"When…when did I fall asleep?" Sam asked.
"Right after you told me you loved me. It was like you just collapsed. How did
you fall asleep so quickly?"
Sam pulled out of Dean's embrace as he slowly stood to his feet, fear rising
through him with every word his brother spoke. "I don't understand. So…so we
did? You know…we…you fucked me."
Dean stared at Sam in bewilderment. "Well…I'd like to think we made love, but
yeah."
"So then how the hell did I just pass out? You don't just fall asleep when
you're wide awake!"
"I don't know Sammy, but you're starting to worry me. What is up with all of
these dreams you keep having? I feel like you're keeping something from me and
I don't know why."
Sam laughed maniacally at Dean, who looked at him as if he'd just declared
himself a woman. "Oh, yeah. Let's swap stories that we're keeping from each
other. We can start with you. Tell me Dean, why exactly are we in a strange
town with demons? Why did Azazel take you to hell?"
"Sammy," Dean replied warily. "You can't know that. It'll ruin us. You'll never
want to be with me again."
"And what would happen if I decided that I did want to leave, huh? What would
you do? Rape me like you did in my dream?"
Sam's hand covered his mouth as soon as the words came out, the information he
wasn't willing to share hanging heavily in the night air. Dean's shocked
expression made him cringe in embarrassment, the need to crawl under the
blankets becoming stronger with each second that ticked by.
"Is that what you really think of me?" Dean whispered, sadness pouring off of
him in waves. "Do you really think I could do something like that to my baby
boy?"
Sam dropped his head in defeat as every emotion he'd been keeping inside since
the day Dean walked back into his life came out before he could protest their
existence, admittance of his true feelings toward his brother inevitable now
that he found himself in the proverbial moment of truth. "I honestly don't know
what you're capable of anymore, Dean. You know; you've killed my father, the
only father I ever had, just so you could get your claws into me. Then you
threaten my friend and lie to me about it, telling me you killed her when you
didn't. And if that's not bad enough, you're always threatening to tie me up or
kill someone every time I tell you I want to leave. I mean, you threw me in a
fucking dungeon! And let's talk about all the sex we've had. Am I the only one
who's noticed that the consent you needed from me beforehand has been
considered dubious at best? I have told you no almost every single fucking time
and not once did you ever stop."
"Sammy," Dean retorted quietly. "I knew you wanted it. I just needed to get you
in the mood. It can be so hard sometimes when you're being so stubborn. Just
admit it. You enjoyed me, Sam. And I enjoyed you. God; did I enjoy you, baby
boy. It took a moment but when I finally got you where I wanted you, I had you
begging me to fuck you so don't you dare tell me I raped you. Don't make what
we have seem dirty. It's not."
"Yes it is, Dean! We're brothers! We should never have ended up the way we are
now. You've been molesting me since I was four fucking years old! Do you have
any idea how disgusting that is?! I do enjoy you, Dean. I enjoy you so fucking
much and that's what bothers me. I always considered myself a good boy. I WAS a
good boy. I had no idea what an orgasm was before you. I didn't even remember
what you did to me as a child because dad made sure to block it all out so that
I only remembered the good side of you. That's the person you fucking killed,
Dean! Believe it or not, he did give a damn about me. He took care of me the
whole time you were in hell."
"It's about time he fucking did something," Dean replied hotly, standing up so
he was looking down at Sam. "He didn't do a god damn thing when I was around.
It was always up to ME to take care of my baby brother. I couldn't hang out
with girls the way I wanted to, I couldn't have friends…I couldn't even take a
piss without having you around 24/7! All I was good for was you. It's what I've
heard my entire life and I got sick of it! Everything was 'Watch out for Sammy!
Look after your little brother, boy!' It was like that from the time mom died
up until the time I was dragged to hell by that demon in the other room. I was
just a kid, Sammy! I didn't deserve to become a father at four. But that's
exactly what he made happen. He made it so that my whole life was about you. It
took its toll and I fell in love with you! So if you're going to blame someone
regarding my feelings for you, then blame that deadbeat in the afterlife! It's
his fault I love you the way that I do."
Sam's silence was like a knife to Dean's chest, the sharp end of the
metaphorical blade slicing through his heart in the most violent way possible.
Sam didn't love him. There was no way he could after all the mistakes he's made
with him. His love for his brother had blinded him to the boy's feelings,
feelings that until today he didn't know he had. Hearing Sam speak about how
unsafe he felt around him troubled the demon greatly. He'd always assumed Sam
knew that he was never in any danger, but he was so very wrong. Looking back at
everything, he certainly hadn't made it seem as if there was nothing to fear.
He'd taken him away from the only life he'd ever known, only to thrust him into
another, more unstable environment. The boy went from being loved and pampered
by a devoted father to a sullied, dirty little boy who spent all of his nights
getting his cock played with by an overbearing and possessive brother. That was
definitely not the kind of life that such an innocent little thing should be
living. He should be out there playing with kids his own age, not being
constantly molested by a fucking demon. Now the kid was miserable and it was
all his fault.
"You know Dean," Sam said suddenly, his voice a welcome contrast to the
deafening silence that had previously occupied the dark bedroom. "I understand
how much of an imposition I must have been for you at such a young age. Don't
think I don't get why you'd be upset at dad. He had no right to force you to
grow up so quickly. But do you honestly think that was any reason to kill him?
To take me away from my life the way you did? I'm sorry Dean, but right now you
sound like a spoiled brat. I know your life was unfair, De. But guess
what? Life isn't fair. I'd have thought that such a strong boy like you would
have moved on and had gotten over whatever wrong our father had caused you by
now. I may have been too young to see it then, but I really appreciate all
you've done for me. But don't you think it's time you forgave him? You've got
so much hate in you, De. I can't make it better if all you're going to do is
kill people, or treat me as if I'm nothing more than a piece of property. I'm a
human being, De. Not a sex object. Don't you think it's time you started
treating me with the respect I deserve?"
Dean felt a sharp pain shoot through his body as he reluctantly contemplated
whether or not he was going to let out the words he'd been dreading since this
whole conversation started, the agonizing ache that accompanied the thought of
losing Sam growing stronger with each minute he spent staring longingly at the
most important thing in his life. It was this unconditional love that
eventually made up his mind for him, the distasteful words pouring out of his
mouth before he could stop them.
"Sammy…do you want to leave?"
***** The Sound Of Heartbreak *****
The sound of Sam's heartbeat pounding in his ears forced Dean's heavy breathing
into silence, the words put forth by his older brother taking him completely by
  surprise. Dean was letting him go? No…that couldn't possibly be what I just
                                    heard.
                     I…I'm sorry," Sam stuttered. "What?"
The deafening silence broke as Dean exhaled deeply, trying his best to stop the
flow of tears that threatened to spill from his pale cheeks. "I'm asking you if
                              you want to leave."
Sam's brows furrowed in confusion at the crack in Dean's voice, the older boy's
shaking a strange sight to behold. "De…you're not thinking clearly. Let's just
                               go lie down and-"
  "No, Sammy. For the first time in my life, my mind is crystal clear. You've
been standing there telling me how miserable you are and how much I've hurt you
and I refuse to be the cause of your agony. I won't see you suffer anymore. I…I
                                    can't."
                          "So…you want me to leave?"
   Dean laughed bitterly, reaching a hand out to run his fingers through the
  younger boy's floppy brown hair. "No, Sammy. I don't want you to go. It'll
fucking kill me to see you walk out that door. I didn't lie when I said I'd die
 without you. You leave me and my life is over. But I'll let you go if that's
   what you want. I'll do it for you, Sam. I'll give up everything for you."
 Sam gaped open-mouthed at the transformation taking place before him. It was
almost as if the demon he'd lived with these past few weeks had just evaporated
in a puff of smoke, leaving nothing behind but the brother he'd known and loved
all his life. There was no demon, no evil, no darkness. There was just Dean; a
                            very heartbroken Dean.
  The emerald colored irises Dean possessed turned glossy as a thin layer of
 tears clouded the eyes Sam spent the better part of his life looking through,
the evidence of his brother's sadness pulling mercilessly at his heart-strings.
He wanted to stay with the older boy, but his need for freedom overpowered any
other urges he felt stirring inside of him and the words he knew would hurt his
                  brother came out before he could stop them.
                          "Yes…yes, I want to leave."
Dean recoiled as if Sam had slapped him, but the reaction was so brief that Sam
    found himself wondering whether or not it wasn't just a figment of his
  imagination. Before he knew what was happening, Dean had left the bedroom,
leaving Sam to trail behind like the loyal lap-dog he was. The older boy walked
 so fast that Sam had a hard time keeping up with him, finding himself panting
            furiously by the time they'd reached their destination.
Alistair looked up in surprise as Dean barged through the double doors that led
   to his study, pushing Heathcliff into the wall as he made his way to the
 mahogany desk the older man was seated behind. "I need you to call up Meg and
tell her she's going to have a special guest staying with her for a while. Then
I need Heathcliff to go to my room and pack up Samuel's things. I'll be taking
                   him there first thing tomorrow morning."
 "Dean!" Sam exclaimed, following closely behind as his brother stormed out of
                                   the room.
  Dean turned around and pointed a finger at the questioning boy. "Stay!" he
                                yelled sternly.
Dean disappeared before his brother had a chance to react, pushing through the
front doors of Rosewood Manor just as the anger he'd been keeping in for little
 Sammy's sake exploded with the force of an atomic bomb. Grabbing an axe from
 Heathcliff's shed, he drove the Impala at high-speed to a tiny bar outside of
 town called Lucky's. All heads turned towards the scorned demon as he ripped
  the door off its hinges, using his mind to send everyone flying across the
packed room. Singling someone out at random, Dean took the axe in his hand and
 hacked her to shreds, blackness overtaking his green eyes as the fury inside
him reigned on the defenseless woman who now lay dead upon the hardwood floor.
 The blood that pooled beneath his boots had barely spread before he was at it
 again, grabbing a man by the hair with one hand while the other stretched out
in the opposite direction and whipped back like a boomerang, Dean's instrument
of death severing the head from the body on the first try. Blood sprayed across
  the room when the axe cut through the man's throat, splattering across the
faces of everyone within its vicinity. Crimson stained the sharp blade as Dean
  slid his tongue along the shiny surface, smiling demonically at his future
 victims. Everyone in the room stared at the teenage boy in terror as the edge
 slit open the front of his tongue, red liquid pouring from his mouth in thick
rivulets onto the corpse of the headless man below him. Their attempts to flee
were abandoned as a primal growl sounded from the boy's throat, the distraction
   proving fatal as Dean waved his arm sharply and watched the result of his
                         actions with malicious glee.
Screams echoed through every surface of the dimly lit building as an invisible
   knife tore through the stomachs of the bar's occupants, their intestines
 spilling between the fingers that clutched them in a vain attempt to prevent
the inevitable. Their lips parted in silent screams as death galloped in on his
  pale horse, stilling the once beating hearts encased within the chests that
     sheltered them. Dean's anger subsided as the life drained from their
  disemboweled bodies, emptiness replacing the hopeless rage he felt when Sam
announced his departure from the demon's life. Letting his thoughts drift back
     to the boy behind the walls of Rosewood Manor, he allowed himself to
 contemplate how he was going to survive a single day without his little Sammy
by his side. He fell to his knees as an image of the boy's smile flashed before
his eyes, the tiny dimples that dented the rose-colored cheeks taunting Dean's
 fingertips with their smooth appearance. He wanted to touch those cheeks, dip
 his tongue into the hole provided by those adorable dimples and drown himself
in the taste of Samuel's skin. He wanted to devour his little brother from the
  inside, give the boy so much pleasure that he'd never want to leave. But he
 knew that giving Sam the best fuck of his life wouldn't stop him from walking
 away, and that knowledge was what inevitably brought back the homicidal demon
he'd pushed aside when Sam's face displayed itself in his mind's eye, the urge
   to kill coming back in full force as he propelled his body up and out of
 Lucky's before he could stop himself. More people were going to die, he would
make sure of it. Only when the blood was dried from his hands and the need for
vengeance was gone could he think clearly about what his next move was going to
be. After all, you can't plan an apocalypse without a clear head, now can you?
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 "How could you let this happen!" Alistair screamed, slamming his fist down on
                                  the table.
   "I didn't let anything happen," Azazel replied nonchalantly. "If he wants
   Samuel to leave then so be it. But we can't think of this as Sam turning
  against his brother. Only Aimee is capable of being the deciding factor in
whether or not the boys turn on each other. With Dean out of the way, this will
                     give her time to move in on the boy."
 "Really? Tell me…how the hell is she supposed to do that when Sam is going to
   be gone! Not to mention, Dean is letting him leave because he loves him!
Sacrifice is not the kind of quality we want in a savior unless it benefits us.
 How the hell is his love for that boy giving us what we want, huh? It's not!"
 "Calm down, Alistair. This may be a bit of a…derailment in our plans but it's
not necessarily a bad thing. We can use Meg and Aimee to get the boy closer to
 where we want him. Dean will be the one to ultimately get the job done but he
 needs a bit of a push in the right direction. I think him being away from Sam
      will give him an incentive to end the world he finds so irrevocably
 distasteful. Haven't you noticed how soft Dean's become with that boy around?
  We need them to spend some time apart and in that time, the girls will get
         their clutches into Sam and we'll get ours into his brother."
 "You know something, you told me that all we had to do was get Aimee to find
out whether or not Sam would turn on his brother and now all of a sudden you're
 changing your tune. I'm starting to think you don't have a goddamn clue as to
  what the hell to do with these godforsaken boys. They're driving me up the
                                fucking wall!"
  Azazel's lips curved upwards into a tiny smile as Alistair went on with his
tirade, the sight of the man's sudden happiness going unnoticed until the other
                demon whipped around to address him once more.
     "And another thing…and just what in the hell are you smiling about?"
"Dean…our lovely boy is finally getting his feet wet…with blood. I can see him
now. He's…he's in a frenzy! Stabbing and slicing and carving. Oh, we've got the
                        boy where we want him alright."
Alistair's reply was cut off as his master hurried past him, the sudden need to
  see Sam overwhelming. The sound of the other man's footsteps as he tried to
    keep up went unnoticed as two voices were heard from the boy's bedroom.
 Stopping at the sight of the younger Winchester, he leaned his body casually
 against the doorway, listening to the conversation taking place in the middle
                                 of the room.
          "I'm so sorry about how all of this is turning out, Aimee."
   "Aw, Sam. You can't beat yourself up over this. Trust me, you're right in
 thinking you need to separate yourself from him for a while. It doesn't make
                              you a bad brother."
Sam sniffled silently as he looked down at his sneakers, desperately trying to
hold back his sobs as the hurt look on Dean's flashed before his eyes. "I love
him so much, Aimee. I don't want to lose him but…I have to get away from here.
 There's something about this place that bugs me. There's something…not right
                                    here."
 Aimee smiled sadly at her friend, stroking the side of his face with the back
of her knuckles. "I'm sure everything will be fine, Sammy. I sure will miss you
                                   though."
"No!" Sam exclaimed, shooting his head up to look into Aimee's blue eyes. "You
 can't stay here. It's not safe for you either. You're going to come with me.
        Whoever this Meg girl is, she's going to take care of you too."
                                  "But Dean-"
 "Is not going to know. I don't want you getting hurt. You mean so much to me,
  Aimee. There's a lot of shit going down right now and I'll be damned if I'm
going to let you get caught in the crossfire. Say you'll come with me. Say it!"
   Sam's gentle shake made Aimee smile against her will, a vaguely familiar
feeling associated with her past life fighting to take hold of her cold heart.
She was starting to remember what it was like to be human, the emotions she had
 when Sam had walked through the front doors of her diner coming back with an
   intensity she wasn't quite sure she liked. Shaking her head to expel the
  distasteful memories threatening to overtake her, she pressed her mouth to
   Sam's warm lips, licking along the seam until the boy granted her access
 inside. Mapping the wet cavern with her tongue, she allowed a moan to escape
her throat as her searching hands roamed up and down Sam's body. The heat from
their steamy exchange lasted all of two seconds before Sam began pulling back,
    the loss of the boy's warmth hitting Aimee harder than she ever thought
                                   possible.
          "I can't do this. I…I need to find my brother. I'm…sorry."
"Sammy!" she yelled, sighing exasperatedly as the boy ignored her protests with
   another apology. The sight of Alistair and Azazel was the only thing that
stopped her from running after little Sammy, a smirk tugging at the corners of
  her full lips when Azazel's mischievous wink indicated he'd seen the whole
                          thing transpire before him.
The presence of the other demons was a welcome contrast to the company she kept
with the boy she was supposed to be influencing, the sheer lack of emotion she
felt when conversing with the older gentleman reminding her of her place within
 the walls of Rosewood Manor. Standing up to her full height, she took in the
  appearance of a disheveled looking Alistair, the slight flush to his cheeks
  evidence of a growing agitation she was unclear of. Azazel, however, looked
completely at ease, a fact which did little to surprise Aimee as her master was
 always in full control of his faculties whenever he was around people who he
                            considered beneath him.
 "So," she began smugly. "What the hell have you two been up to? I'm sure you
  already know little Sammy Winchester has been given permission to leave the
                                   grounds."
         "Unfortunately yes," Alistair replied through clenched teeth.
  "This is better than anything we could have hoped for," Alistair responded.
 "Don't you all see? This is causing Dean to lose his mind. The boy is killing
 people, again! Now, I don't know about you, but the only thing I can think of
 to say to that is HALLELUJAH! It's about damn time that fucking kid showed a
                             little showmanship."
               "Your happiness astounds me," Aimee said flatly.
"What did we want, huh? We wanted to see whether or not Sam would turn on Dean.
Now, while the kid has decided that he needs time apart from the boy, he hasn't
 done any backstabbing yet as far as I'm concerned. As a matter of fact, what
did he do when this little slut over here tried enticing him with her feminine
                                    wiles?"
                   "I resent that!" Aimee yelled playfully.
"He turned her down!" the other demon went on, pacing the floors in excitement.
 "He is STILL devoted to his older brother. So far that is a plus for us. That
  is a step in the right direction. Don't you get it? These boys are EXACTLY
  where we want them! They're separation gives us time to influence both boys
   without the other getting in the way. Dean won't be able to intercept any
interrogations we might have with Sam because he won't be by the child's side.
 And Sammy will have plenty of time to turn on Dean with nothing but Aimee and
   Meg to keep him company. Two sexy women and one hormonal teenage boy is a
  recipe for disaster! Open your eyes, guys! Why does it always have to be me
 that sees the bigger picture? We have everything we need to turn Sam against
Dean and if it doesn't work, then we'll know where the kid stands. Having Dean
all to ourselves is another plus because without his brother around to keep his
moral compass in check, he isn't going to have anyone but us for guidance. The
 love of his life will leave a hole in his heart so big, he'll be able to feel
  the wind blow through it! Then he'll go back to focusing on his role as our
    little harbinger of doom and all will be well inside the dusty halls of
 Rosewood Manor. This is going to be fun, you idiots! Now throw on your party
     caps and let's celebrate the separation of Sam and Dean Winchester!"
   Both demons smiled devilishly at Azazel's rant as he ran out of the room
 screaming something about champagne, his cheerful voice disappearing down the
  hall as the first stirrings of thunder shook the solid ground beneath their
                                     feet.
                   "You think he's on to something, Aimee?"
 Aimee turned to glance in the direction of the man responsible for breathing
 life back into her rotting corpse, the hint of a smile ghosting over her pink
lips. "Trust me," she replied, smirking as she gazed at a framed photograph of
the Winchester brothers, their smiles sending waves of contempt flowing through
             her body. "We've got them right where we want them."
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  Dean's night of bloodshed neared its end as he took one last look over his
shoulder, the pile of dead bodies forcing his upper lip up in an expression of
 intense disgust. He'd gone a little overboard when he killed those children,
 but he couldn't bother with that kind of stuff now. He needed to get back to
his Sammy, the agony of being away from him filling his heart with a sorrow he
 knew all too well from his time in hell. Nine years in that demonic cesspool
 was bad enough, but to live there without Sammy was too much to bear. He felt
  like he was being transported back to the day Azazel took him away from the
  most important thing in his life, his reason for existing once again being
      stripped from his arms as he felt himself plummeting to a world he
                  instinctively knew he was going to despise.
He felt himself swallow nervously as memories of hell came flooding back to his
consciousness, the smell of sulfur assaulting his nostrils. It was almost as if
he were there right now, the sound of chains clashing as he struggled to break
free ringing unpleasantly in his abused ears. All these years and he still felt
 like he was being bound by them. He could still hear the screams tearing from
  his throat as he called for a brother he knew was far out of his reach, his
   little Sammy's smile fading into the unknown, leaving nothing behind but
    darkness. Being eight years old and having to be a part of such violent
  evidence of his damnation was a hell all its own, the last of the humanity
being ripped from his heart as emptiness replaced the soul he once held within.
Hell might have made him what he was, but it was something he could have dealt
with. He could have dealt with hell all day. But a life without Sammy? No…that
                              could never happen.
Rain poured down from the sky as the second storm of the night fell upon Selma,
   irritating an already irate Dean as he walked up the driveway to Rosewood
   Manor. The front door burst open as Heathcliff came bustling out into the
      night, an expression Dean couldn't define overtaking his features.
"Dean! Sam is gone. He said he was going to find you and he just disappeared."
"And you just let him walk outta here?!" Dean yelled. "I will have your fucking
                          head for this, Heathcliff!"
 Not giving the butler a chance to respond, Dean turned around and ran back to
 his car, peeling out of the driveway and down the road that would take him to
 Sam. He couldn't explain how he automatically knew where his brother was, but
  that didn't really matter to him. All he cared about was getting Sammy back
           where he belonged, where he's always belonged. With him.
===============================================================================
 Headlights shined on the form of a soaked Sam as he walked along the deserted
streets of Alabama, all of the town's occupants sleeping soundly in their beds,
completely oblivious to the boy's intense suffering. All he'd wanted to do was
   find his brother, but he somehow got lost along the way. Now he was in a
 strange neighborhood he didn't know how to get out of, tears falling silently
     down his face as he suddenly gave up and fell to the ground weeping.
"Help me," he sobbed, his agonized pleas pointed towards the sky. "Please help
                                     me."
 A black veil of misery and despair covered the boy's soul as he cried openly
  into the night, his bleeding heart sending a sharp pain through his heaving
chest. Allowing the rain to drench his shivering body, Sam put his face in his
   hands and gave into the agony that pleaded for every fiber of his being,
hopelessness erupting from his pores in a deadly plague of depressing torment.
                                   "Samuel?"
  Sam jerked up and around as a strange voice sounded from behind his soaked
    back, the war being raged on him long forgotten as he stared at the man
 standing in front of him. His nonchalant demeanor annoyed the suffering boy,
   jealousy pouring off his body in waves as he wished for the same carefree
 attitude this man seemingly possessed. His quizzical expression made Sam feel
 self-conscious, the intense blue eyes staring back at him peering into every
  nook and cranny of his abused soul. The messy black hair he sported had the
  same insouciant ease as its handsome owner, the disheveled strands pointed
  every which way as they laid suspended above furrowed eyebrows that lowered
 even further the more Sam stared. It wasn't until he caught a glimpse of the
  man's cream colored overcoat that he realized the guy was completely dry, a
                  fact which convinced Sam of only one thing.
                            "Are you a demon too?"
 The man was silent so long that Sam was afraid he wouldn't answer, that same
thoughtful expression he shot the boy's way making him want to punch the guy in
                                   the face.
             "No," he finally replied. "I'm an angel of the Lord."
 Sam's first instinct shouldn't have been to laugh, but that's exactly what he
did. There was no such thing as God. If there were then that bastard would have
 kept his brother from going to hell. He would have kept his father and mother
                          from dying. He would have-
 "You can't blame God for all of that stuff Samuel," the man said, cutting off
his thoughts. "Azazel killed your mother and Dean killed your father. It wasn't
                                  His fault."
      Sam stared at him in shock. "How did you know what I was thinking?"
  "I know everything about you, Sammy. I just wish that you too knew what you
               were capable of. How God himself has chosen you."
                      "Ch…chosen me? Chosen me for what?"
 Sam wrapped his arms around his middle nervously as the man stepped into his
 personal space, faces so close together that he could have kissed the ocean-
                         eyed angel if he'd wanted to.
 "You are going to save us all, Samuel. You have abilities far beyond even my
 comprehension. You have powers bestowed upon you by the Almighty himself. I'd
                 suggest utilizing those gifts if I were you."
                "I'm sorry but…I'm afraid I don't understand-"
"Someone's coming," the man interrupted. "I have to leave, Samuel. We shall see
                      each other again soon, I imagine."
 "Wait!" Sam shouted, relieved when the man turned around. "I don't even know
                                  your name."
   A quiet smile appeared on the angel's lips, the tiny flicker of emotion a
  strange sight to behold on such an emotionless face. "My name is Castiel."
Any reply Sam might have made was cut off as the man disappeared into thin air,
bright headlights flashing to the spot where his body had once been. Sam sighed
 in relief as the Impala pulled up on the side of the road, a worried-looking
                      Dean emerging from the front seat.
"Sammy!" he yelled, running to wrap his arms around his shivering brother. "Oh,
 thank God. I missed you so fucking much. I was so fucking worried about you.
                           Are you okay, baby boy?"
    Sam smiled sadly at his older brother. "I am now. Take me home, Dean."
Dean squeezed the boy tighter as he crashed their lips together in a passionate
kiss, allowing all of his love to pour through his lips and into Sam's. "Okay,
                             baby. Let's go home."
===============================================================================
  A loud moan escaped Sam's throat as Dean sucked on his tight pink rim, the
    sensation coursing through his entire body in waves of unbridled lust.
                        "Dean," he whispered. "Please."
   "Shh, it's okay," Dean spoke against Sam's flesh. "I got you, Sammy. Big
                     brother's gonna make it all better."
 Sam's fingers clenched in the hair of the boy below him as he listened to his
 brother eating him out, the slurping and sucking stripping away whatever was
 left of his sanity. His favorite sound was Dean sucking particularly hard on
his rim, then pulling back until the skin fell from his closed lips. He gasped
as Dean used his thumbs to stretch him wide open, the opening expanding beneath
                    the weight of the demon's rough hands.
 "Come on, Sammy. Open up your sweet little asshole for daddy. Give me some of
                               that pink, baby."
 Sam sobbed openly as his brother attacked his eager hole, forcing his tongue
 inside as far as he could before licking at the boy's prostate with the tip.
"Dean! Oh god, I can't take it anymore. Please put it in me. Put it inside me,
please. I want your cock. Want it so bad. Please, give it to me, Dean. Please,
                                 I can't…ah!"
The force of Sam's orgasm turned the words he had on the tip of his tongue into
 a scream, pleasure so keen it bordered on pain erupting from his hard cock in
    thick spurts of creamy liquid that escaped into Dean's eager mouth. The
 sensation became stronger when his brother placed his lips over the quivering
head, swallowing everything Sam had to give. Only when the last of his release
 disappeared down his brother's throat did Dean pull off his softening prick,
      crawling up his body slowly as he settled between his spread legs.
   Before he could think of a thing to say, Dean was pushing inside him, the
 feeling of being impaled by his big brother causing his eyes to roll back in
  his head. The first thrust came seconds later, the amount of time he had to
  adjust to Dean's length nonexistent. Emerald clashed with hazel as Sam gave
   into the pleasure of being slowly fucked, their moans mingling every time
                  Dean's cock sheathed itself in tight heat.
              "I want to see, Dean. I want to see it happening."
Dean's groan filled the room as he licked up the boy's parted lips, putting his
  weight onto his palms so that Sam could watch what was causing his intense
  pleasure. He lifted his head to glance down in between their bodies only to
 fall back down on the bed with a strangled cry as the sight of his brother's
  cock disappearing into his ass forced weak muscles to cave in to the brutal
assault on his vision. The sight, too pleasurable for Sam to behold, made Dean
 growl every time his dick dominated the younger boy's wet hole, the knowledge
 that he was dominating the child underneath him a potent aphrodisiac for the
    sinful demon. Sam's hands clutched his brother's arms as he sped up his
thrusts, each movement bringing him closer and closer to a paradise he'd never
                                 known before.
"Ooh," Sam moaned lustily, a particularly hard thrust hitting his prostate with
 lethal precision. His head fell to the side as the sensations became too much
         for him to handle, his face contorting as if he were in pain.
 "I know it feels good baby," Dean murmured breathlessly, sucking on the boy's
mouth before pulling away with a loud smack. "I know it must be painful, being
 given this much pleasure. But I can't help it. I need you to know what you're
going to be missing, Sammy. I need to make sure you know what a good fuck feels
like. I need to make this good for you. So fucking good. Maybe if I give it to
                       you good, I can get you to stay."
 Dean's last words shook with the force of his emotion, the thought of losing
                       Sammy too great a burden to bear.
"Dean," Sam whispered shakily, sinking his nails into the demon's shoulders and
  pushing him down to his elbows. "You need to…I can't…Dean I'm…I'm aching."
                                "I know, baby."
                       "I'm aching so…so fucking b-bad."
"I know," Dean repeated. "I'll give it to you, baby. I'll always give you what
                                  you want."
 Sam screamed as his second orgasm ripped through every inch of his skin, his
entire body convulsing as rhythmic spasms of agonizing ecstasy ravaged his hard
                                     cock.
                       "Oh god! Fuck me, Dean. Fuck me!"
Dean's howl filled the room as he came hard inside his brother's ass, the sound
of his body slapping against Sam's becoming louder as the speed of his thrusts
increased against his will. Both boys sobbed openly into the mouth of the other
 as pleasure took over, sparks shooting from their skin in an epic display of
fierce pure love. When it was all over, Dean fell on top of Sammy with a thud,
  instinctively wrapping his arms around the boy when he felt him shiver. Sam
   returned the hug automatically, looking into Dean's wet eyes with a heavy
                                    heart.
  "I can't stay, Dean. I…I need to get away from here for a while. Just long
                  enough for me to get my head on straight."
"Don't leave me," Dean sobbed. "How am I supposed to live without you, Sammy?"
 Sam's bottom lip quivered as he struggled with the urge to cry, the sight of
 his brother's misery making his heart clench painfully in his chest. "I don't
   want to hurt you, De. But I can't be here now. I'm losing my mind. You're
losing your mind. This is the best thing for both of us. Just…promise me you'll
                 come visit me. And please don't hurt anyone."
   Dean buried his face in Sam's neck as his arms tightened around the boy's
middle, his entire body shaking with the force of his sobs. "I love you, Sammy.
                         I love you so fucking much."
"Oh De," Sam whispered, lifting Dean's head and placing his lips over the other
          boy's mouth. "I love you too. More than you'll ever know."
===============================================================================
The next morning had Sam in a melancholy mood as he stood by the front door of
 what used to be his home, the minutes ticking by painfully slow as he waited
for Dean to come down and say goodbye. Memories of last night had him touching
 his skin fondly, the feeling of his brother's fingers still lingering on the
   soft flesh. He could still feel Dean inside him, the dull ache in his ass
  throbbing as he reminded himself that this body he was holding would always
              belong to the boy upstairs, no matter where he was.
                                   "Sammy?"
The soft voice behind him sounded wrecked; broken. He bit his lip nervously as
 he turned around to face his brother, desperately trying to fight the urge to
                                 stay. "Dean."
 "I uh…I've made some arrangements for you while you were sleeping earlier. I
                   thought you might like to start school?"
  Sam's face broke out into a smile. "You enrolled me? Isn't the school year
                                 almost over?"
"Well…almost. You still have about five months left. Did you want to wait until
                                  September?"
 Dean gasped in surprise as he found his arms filled with Sam. He squeezed the
boy tight against him as he fought the tears that threatened to spill down his
 cheeks, the knowledge that this was going to be the last time that he'd have
        his brother close to his body tearing a hole through his heart.
      "I can start now, De. Why do you always take such good care of me?"
  Dean stared into the hazel eyes he knew better than his own, placing a soft
    kiss to the other boy's lips. "Because you're the air that I breathe."
    The horn of Meg's VW Bug pierced the morning air as she pulled into the
 driveway, peeking her out to peer curiously at Sam. "Why, hello there, young
  man! Why don't you get your sorry ass into this here car and we can go get
                  something to eat. I'm dying for a hot dog!"
 Dean's glare disappeared as quickly as it had come, the sight of his baby boy
        erasing all other thoughts from his mind. "I love you, Sammy."
Sam forced a smile as he gave his brother one last hug. "I love you more, De."
He was off before Dean could stop him, running as fast as his legs would carry
 him to the strange girl he was going to be living with. Dean waited patiently
  until the car drove out of view before turning around and walking silently
inside the house, staring at the ground as he made his way to his bedroom. The
   other occupants of the Manor watched as their savior disappeared down the
                hallway, not once acknowledging their presence.
 Closing the door behind him, he stared at the bed he used to share with Sam,
  the sheets still damp from their lovemaking. Falling to his feet beside the
 mattress, he grabbed his brother's pillow and wept into the soft cotton, his
 entire body shaking violently with the force of his sobs. He felt like he was
   suffocating, the only thing keeping him alive vanishing into thin air and
 leaving nothing but an emptiness that reminded him of the first night Azazel
                       took him from his beloved Sammy.
"I want him back," Dean cried, the words uttered with an anguish the house had
                    never heard before. "I want him back."
The sounds of the demon's torment filtered through the vents of Rosewood Manor
until they landed on the ears of Azazel, a devilish grin forming on his face as
he listened with glee to the sobbing Winchester. This was definitely his fault,
  the nightmare he'd given Sam causing the boy to spill his heart out to that
 petulant child crying like a baby in the other room. Now Sam is gone and Dean
 is a blubbering mess. He'd have found it sad if the events of the last couple
days hadn't unfolded exactly the way he wanted them to…which they did. Throwing
 the vial into the trash, he leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes, the
          sound of Dean's sobs a soothing lullaby for the older man.
                               "Damn, I'm good."
 
***** Terrible Brother *****
Chapter Notes
     Warning: Chapter contains extreme underage. Skip if that bothers you.
"So…tell me about yourself, Sammy."

Sam tore his gaze away from the window to glance surprisingly at the woman in
front of him, the sound of her voice breaking the trance placed on him from the
clouds looming over the horizon. Being with a complete stranger felt surreal,
the eyes boring into his missing the emerald hue he was used to seeing. That
realization was what inevitably forced the tears he'd been holding back to
escape down his cheeks before he could stop them, the salty trail they left
behind stinging his sensitive face. He watched as Meg's eyes followed their
movements, the curiosity she displayed at Sam's sadness confusing him.

"You okay?" she asked.

Sam smiled as he wiped the evidence of his pain away with his fingers, pushing
the sleeves of his black hoodie up to cover his cold hands. "Um…no. No, not
really."

Meg's brows furrowed. "Is it me?"

"No! God no. It's just-"

"You miss Dean."

It wasn't a question, and they both knew it. There was no other explanation
that could explain why Sam was so depressed. Rather than try to hide it, he
finally broke down and began to cry, hanging his head down so she couldn't see
his face. He was so wrapped up in his misery that he didn't notice her slip
into the booth beside him, the feeling of her fingers running through his bangs
making him jerk in surprise.

"Honey…do you wanna go back?"

Sam laughed bitterly. "I can't. I'm the one who wanted to leave. I knew it
would be difficult. God knows I love my brother. I just…I need to be away from
him for a while. I don't have a choice. This is for the best. It's just gonna
take some time getting used to is all. I'll be fine."

Meg smiled sympathetically then, leaning forward to place a soft kiss to his
forehead. "You're gonna be okay, sweetheart. I'm gonna make sure you have so
much fun with me. I mean, look at where you are now. When was the last time you
were at a McDonald's?"

Sam laughed. "Yeah…well, I certainly wasn't expecting this. Wasn't it you who
wanted a hot dog?"

"Eh. Changed my mind. You're a kid and I know kids love this kinda shit."

"I'm not a kid," he snapped.

Meg stared at him with an intensity that scared Sam, an expression he couldn't
identify present on her pretty face. "No," she replied softly. "You're not, are
you?"

Their eyes locked on each other for a moment longer, Sam being the one to look
away first when it became too much. "Will…will you take me back to where you
live? I want to take a nap. I'm…I'm tired."

The foreign look she sported disappeared as quickly as it had come, the smile
that replaced it much more reassuring. "Sure thing, kiddo. Let's go home."
===============================================================================

The ride back to Meg's place was painful, each road they passed lengthening the
distance between Sam and his brother. Nature flew past his window in a long
succession of vibrant green foliage that swayed softly to the rhythm of the
gentle breeze, the leaves on the trees shining brightly beneath the harsh rays
of the Alabama sun. The dull shade of gray that colored the dirty pavement went
unnoticed as children played barefoot in their rocky driveways, their carefree
smiles making Sam frown in annoyance. The sound of their laughter rang in his
ears in a taunting fashion, the cruel blade that life carried slicing through
his fake façade faster than he had time to process. He'd tried so hard to
pretend as if he enjoyed seeing people happy, but any satisfaction he gained
from it was brutally stolen from him the longer he stayed within the arms of
his own despair. He became increasingly frustrated at his apparent lack of
enthusiasm for his own existence, confusingly unsure of why he couldn't have
the same kind of wild abandon that kids his age seemingly possessed. He knew he
was different from other children, but it still irked him that he couldn't
share the same fate as all the other thirteen year olds out there. They had
their Xboxes, their schoolwork, their normal families. What did he have? Oh,
that's right; prophetic visions, a brand new guardian angel, a slew of servants
at his beck and call that he couldn't exactly trust, and a demonic sibling who
may or may not be an evil son of a bitch.

Dean. The very thought of him brought up a slew of memories Sam had long
forgotten, the vivid details of their childhoods coming back to him in vibrant
depictions of abnormal familial love. Seeing it now in his mind's eye, he
should have known from the very beginning that things between him and Dean were
never going to be the way they were supposed to be between siblings. He
remembered the way Dean used to look at him, the adoration in his emerald eyes
accompanied by something that at the time seemed remarkably unfamiliar. He
recognized it for what it was now though…lust. Lust for his little brother.
That kind of emotion shouldn't have been in the eyes of a boy Dean's age. He
had that same look on his face the night he disappeared. The night everything
changed forever…

Recollections of what happened earlier that day flooded Sam's consciousness,
the sound of heated grunts and soft whimpers filling his senses as his mind
went back to a moment frozen in time. He was lying on his back with Dean on top
of him, their bodies bare except for the cotton underwear clinging to their
hips in the scorching heat of the tiny bedroom. Dean had the covers pulled over
them, the added weight making Sam sweat. He remembers hearing the soft click of
the door being opened, but he was too focused on what his brother was doing to
him to care. The older boy rotated his hips furiously, humping Sam hard enough
to make his face contort in confused pleasure.

"De!" he whined loudly, the unfamiliar sensations coursing through his body
frightening him. He sounded like he was in pain, a sound which would have made
Dean's hips falter had he not been aware of just why little Sammy sounded the
way he did.

"It's okay," Dean panted, sliding his tongue into Sam's mouth. "Just let it
happen, Sammy. You know De likes to do things to make his baby feel good."

They stayed like that for another minute, Dean grinding his clothed erection
into Sam's. Then the heat from his body was gone and Sam's little frame
shuddered from the unexpected cold. He watched in an odd combination of
fascination and horror as his older brother took off the offending clothing
stuck to their hips, immediately blanketing himself over Sam's body once more.
He took Sammy's little legs and wrapped them around his waist before leaning in
to kiss the boy's flushed cheek.

"I want to be inside you, Sammy," Dean whispered. He looked like he was in
pain, the kind of pain that told Sam that his brother knew he was going to be
taken away that night. The thought of that made him whimper in agony as he
watched the memory play out before him, all five of his senses transporting him
back to the bedroom he'd shared with Dean before he disappeared.

"I don't know what that means, De," he replied softly.

"Don't worry, baby. I'm gonna make you feel so good. You know big brother's
gonna take care a you, work you so good. Remember how I had my fingers in
there?"

Sam nodded his head slowly.

"I'm gonna do the same thing with this now, alright?" he said, showing off the
cock he had in his hand.

Before Sam had time to answer, Dean plunged his tiny dick inside of Sam in one
quick motion. Sam screamed from the intense pleasure that flooded him, the
sensation of Dean slip sliding in and out of his body so good it bordered on
painful. His brother might not have been that big at the time, but he was big
enough to massage Sam real good from the inside, the feel of it forcing a long
cry from the lips of both boys.

"Yeah, that's it, Dean murmured shakily, the desperation in his voice making
Sam wince. "Take it, angel. Lie there and fucking take it. So good, Sammy. You
feel so fucking good. De loves his little Sammy so much. Give it up to me, baby
boy. Give it up for your big brother. I wanna feel that tiny little prick spasm
against my belly."

Sam screamed as a gut wrenching ecstasy like he'd never known ripped through
him. His wails disintegrated into erotic sighs of pleasure as Dean slid in and
out of his body. The sticky sound of it made him shiver, eyes rolling back in
his head as he dealt with the pleasurable aftershocks. His brother moaned
loudly as he chased after his own orgasm, attacking Sam's mouth with teeth and
tongue as if his life depended on it.

"Ooh yeah. That's it, baby. Come right on big brother's cock. So good, Sammy.
So good."

Sam clung to Dean as he felt himself climax a second time, his nails leaving
crescent-shaped moons etched into the older boy's skin. He stared into his
brother's eyes as both boys worked themselves through it, the second orgasm
making Sam's legs shake. When it was all over, Dean nosed Sam's sweaty bangs in
affection. Placing a soft kiss to his forehead, Dean began to rotate his hips
in tiny circles, staring into Sam's eyes as he leaned in and began whispering
against his skin, sliding his tongue in and out of the wet cavern in between
each word he spoke.

"I love you so much, Sammy. De's gotta go away for a while but I promise you
I'll be back."

"De," Sam moaned, feeling his brother growing hard inside of him. "I
don't…don't want you to go."

Dean began to cry then, kissing Sam all over his face as he squeezed him
tighter than he probably should have. Sam felt his arms wrap around his brother
in a gesture meant to soothe, the confusion turning into shame as he caught a
glimpse of his father in the doorway. His eyes widened in terror as he took in
the shocked expression on John's face, his heaving breaths causing Dean to
stare quizzically at Sam before following his gaze across the room. His brother
growled low in his throat, the pained look giving way to anger as he clutched
at Sam possessively.

"Get out," he snarled.

John's shock had turned into rage as he took a step closer, stopping when he
heard the sound of Sam's moan. Dean smiled demonically at him then, lips
twisting upwards into a smirk that transformed his innocent little face into
something sinister and…evil.

Sam moaned again as his brother bucked his hips, leaning down to lick up Sam's
neck. "Yeah, that's it. You don't want to come any further do you, daddy? You
don't want me to have to fuck him in front of you now, do you?"

Dean's evil chuckle chilled Sam to the bone, fear and arousal seeping into his
pores as he watched the battle of wills transpire between father and son.

"Get the fuck off him, Dean."

"Or what?" Dean retorted.

"It is me that has to take care of him when you're gone, isn't it?"

Sam knew right then and there that their father had won that round, the vise
like grip Dean had on him weakening as he slid out of his body, the feeling
making Sam whimper in pleasure. Dean smirked at John's reaction, throwing the
covers off and getting out of bed without a care in the world. He stood there,
naked as the day he was born, glaring at his father as his hands balled into
tiny fists at his sides. John broke the tension by walking towards the door,
the sound of his voice shaky as he told Dean to meet him in the study.

When their father left, Dean turned to look at Sam, pain written all over his
face. Not knowing what else to do, Sam smiled.

"I love you, Sammy," Dean whispered, the love in his eyes visible from all the
way across the room. "No matter what happens…I'll always love you."

Before Sam had a chance to react, Dean was out the door. Recognizing the scene
for what it was, Sam began to cry. If he had known at the time that he wasn't
going to see his brother again, he would have run out the door after him. But
as hard as he tried screaming for his past self to go after Dean, he knew it
was useless. The past was the past. Nothing was going to change that. He was
about to let go of his wretched memories when he suddenly found himself in the
study with Dean and John, the change of scenery making him frown in bewildered
confusion. This…this was all wrong. This wasn't a memory because he was in his
bedroom when all this was happening. Sam sighed as he finally realized he was
in another vision, this one being from the past. This was the second time he
could remember being aware of his own state, the feeling as far removed from
reality as it could get. Before he had a chance to question his sanity, his
thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a door slamming.

Dean was sitting on the couch with his head down, the lack of emotion on his
face a scary sight to behold. John had come into the room, pacing back and
forth while keeping his eyes focused on the son that gave him so much grief.
Sam tried to concentrate on what they were thinking, the ability to see into
the minds of the people he was envisioning not as strong as it usually was.

"WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU THINKING?" John screamed, his fear of his son long gone
in the midst of his own rage. "I really want to know, because I didn't think it
was even remotely possible for an eight-year-old to even THINK about sex, let
alone fucking have it! What the fuck were you thinking?! What in the hell was
going through your fucking mind when you took advantage of your little brother,
huh? What makes you think you have the right?"

Dean just sat there with his arms folded, his reaction making John angrier.

"ANSWER ME GODDAMMIT!"

Looking up at the demand, Dean looked his father square in the eye. "I made him
feel good," was all he'd give as a response.

John stared at his son in disbelief. "He's too young for that kind of
pleasure," he said through clenched teeth. "So are you, you evil little
cretin."

Dean glared menacingly at his father. "I decide what he's too young for. I
wanted him, so I took him." Standing to his full height, he walked over to John
and stared up at him with an expression so intense, it made the older man
wince. "Sam is mine. Don't think anything is going to change that. Besides,
it's not like you've ever stopped us before. You know, when I'd rub the hell
out of his little prick until he came all over himself?"

"I still love you, son," John said, ignoring Dean's attempts to anger him
further. "I always will. But I hope to the Lord up above that you never get out
of the hell that demon is putting you in."

"Hell will never keep me from him," Dean replied. "Nothing will. I will come
back for him and when I do, you'd better be ready to give him up."

John's brows furrowed in anger. "I will never let you have him."

Dean chuckled as he walked to the door, turning around to face his father. "Too
late, old man. I already do."

Sam followed as his brother stormed out of the house, his little legs stopping
when he reached the window of Sam's bedroom. Staring up at it, he whispered
Sam's name with such anguish, it made him wince. Before he could find out where
the older boy went, he felt a hand shaking him awake. Opening his eyes, he
frowned as he found himself back in the car with Meg, her eyes narrowing in
confusion at the look on his face.

Hey, we're here. You okay? You fell asleep on me."

"Yeah…I'm fine," he replied. "I told you I was tired."

"Well now you can sleep in a nice warm bed. Come on, let's take a look at the
house."

Stepping out of the car and into the sunlight, Sam stared at a mansion not much
different from the one he'd just come back from. "Do all of you have houses
this big?"

Meg smiled. "Well, this is technically Azazel's house but he lets me stay in
it."

Sam stiffened. "So…you're a demon too then?"

"Oh child," she laughed. "Of course not. I'm just a nice girl who serves your
older brother, that's all. Whenever he needs something, I'm usually the one he
calls. But don't worry, I'll make sure he doesn't come over until you're ready
to see him."

Sam relaxed a bit at that, smiling despite himself. "Thanks, Meg. I think I'm
gonna like you."

Meg grinned at Sam as she wrapped an arm around his shoulders, the both of them
staring at the house in wonder. "Don't you worry, kiddo…me and you are gonna
get along just fine."
===============================================================================

The deafening silence of Dean's bedroom was maddening, made all the more so by
the boy's refusal to be taken away from neither his bed nor the pillow he'd
clutched in his arms all morning. It was starting to drive Alistair crazy. How
the hell were they supposed to persuade the kid to get the show on the road
when all he's been doing for the past couple hours is moping around as if Sammy
being gone was the worst thing in the world?

"You really should get up, Dean. We need to start putting things into motion.
We need to find out about the Light Bringer."

"I don't give a rat's ass about that asshole," Dean snapped, fresh tears
falling down his face as he wrenched himself up and out of bed. Making his way
to the bathroom, he fell to his knees and threw up in the toilet, the
realization of his current situation making him sick to his stomach.

Alistair didn't know how it happened or why, but seeing his savior so weak and
defeated made him snap. Reaching the boy in two long strides, he grabbed Dean's
hair and wrenched him up off the ground, throwing him across the room until he
landed on his bed with a loud thud. Before he knew what had happened, he was
straddling the boy's hips in anger, wrapping his fingers into Dean's hair and
pulling with all of his might. Satisfied at the pained whimper that emanated
from the younger man, he leaned forward and made his grievances known,
determined to set the child underneath him straight.

"Let me tell you something, Dean. There is more to life than your precious
Sammy. There's a fucking war going on here, in case you hadn't noticed. The
apocalypse is here and, whether you like it or not, you are smack dab in the
middle of it. Now, I need you to get your head out of your ass and do your job!
You're the chosen one, Dean. You're the promised savior that's supposed to beat
the Light Bringer into oblivion and you can't do that if you don't even know
who the fuck he is. You haven't established your army the way you should have
so all of the demons here are walking around in circles waiting for your sorry
ass to step up and be the person you're supposed to be. I have waited too long
to let all this slip away, Dean. We WILL win this war because YOU are going to
DO YOUR JOB!"

Dean stared up at Alistair submissively, all of the fight he had left inside
him draining away with every second gone by without his boy by his side.
"But…Sammy."

"I don't give a fuck about Sammy! You need to let that boy be, Dean. He's so
much better without you near him. You're nothing but a bad influence on that
kid. You took his virginity before you were dragged to hell, you sick
motherfucker!"

Dean's eyes widened at that. "What? No…no I would never do that to him."

"Oh, so you don't remember?" Alistair asked, his demonic smile making Dean
shiver. "Well, well, well. Hell really did take away a lot of your memories,
didn't it? You picked that kid's cherry the night Azazel took you away, Dean.
Sick motherfucker that you are, you tried to go a second time right in front of
your father."

"No," Dean admonished, shaking his head frantically. "No…no I'd never-"

"Oh, but you did. You did and you loved every fucking second of it. Now that I
think back on it, I believe he liked it too."

"NO!"

With a mighty display of power, Dean sent Alistair through the closed door of
his bedroom, the sound of the action going unnoticed as he got off the bed he'd
been on since the early hours of the morning. Pacing the floor like a madman,
he clenched his eyes shut and tried to remember that awful night, the hazy
memories giving way under the onslaught of Dean's will. He felt a wave of
nausea pull at his stomach as every moment of Sam's abuse came flooding back to
him. His moans of pleasure, his father's presence, and the look on his little
brother's face during the entire thing all circled his brain until they jumbled
in the mind he possessed like a sinister version of Twister, each memory
entwined together to the point where Dean couldn't tell them apart.

Tears fell down his cheeks as he turned to glance at the demon sprawled out on
the hallway floor, the eyes staring back at him glaring daggers at their hated
target.

"You're right," he replied shakily. "I'm no good for Sam. I…I've tried so…hard
to give him a good life and where has it gotten the poor kid? I've raped him,
I've stolen his innocence, I've locked him in a dungeon and I've taken away any
possibility of him ever obtaining a normal life. I'm a terrible brother. I'm a
terrible brother and he deserves better than me. But I'll tell you one
thing…I'm gonna do right by him this time. I'm going to assemble my army,
annihilate this wretched Light Bringer and release Satan from that godawful
cage God's placed him in. Then, when all of this is said and done, I'm gonna be
Lucifer's right hand man and Sam is never going to want or need for anything
ever again."

Alistair smiled devilishly as he looked up at his impenetrable savior, the
strength he exuded evidence of his newly established position as the chosen one
that would save them all. He'd gotten the boy right where he wanted him;
strong, ruthless and completely without mercy. It was finally here, the moment
him and Azazel had been waiting for since they'd first heard of Lucifer's plans
to defeat God and his pathetic angels. It was the moment when their boy would
rise up and claim what was rightfully his, accepting his fate with the kind of
ease that would make his master proud. He was finally here. Their chosen one;
their savior.

Rising to his full height, he gazed into the eyes of the boy across the room
with the vigilance of a hawk, the child's next words making him burst with
excitement

"Let's go find that Light Bringer."
***** Light Vs. Darkness *****
Deep within the dark dungeons of Rosewood Manor, the sound of a creaking chair
  could be heard from the room that once served as a prison for little Samuel
 Winchester. Tied to that specific chair was a man, his long limbs contracting
 rhythmically as he slowly awakened from his forced slumber. The rope binding
 his wrists behind his back were kept together by magic, sparks radiating from
his skin in a burst of white light that gave color to the otherwise opaque room
he was currently housed in. Big eyes blinked their confusion into the darkness,
 searching for some kind of sign that would indicate the reason for his sudden
  imprisonment. Upon discovery of his restricted state, he struggled to free
 himself from his place on the chair, ceasing all attempts to get away when he
      heard two sets of footsteps coming towards him at a leisurely pace.
                                  "H-hello?"
                                  No answer.
                    "Uh…is…is there a reason why I'm here?"
 The sound of the deadbolt sliding out of its holding place preceded the creak
 of the door as it slowly caved in to the hands of the person pushing it open,
shallow breaths evidence of another being sharing his confined space. He heard
    another person walk in behind the first one, his presence a little less
  intense. As the two shadows moved closer to his body, he became distinctly
 aware of a certain aura invading his senses, the feeling making him shiver in
                                 anticipation.
                        "So, Balthazar…we meet again."
 A groan escaped the lips of the bound man as Dean's voice descended upon his
            aching ears, the sound of it getting on his last nerve.
"Dean Winchester," he growled. "I should have known this was you. I thought you
                                were in hell!"
Tiny slivers of moonlight cast an eerie glow on the face of the Winchester boy,
his black eyes glittering menacingly beneath the silver light. The left side of
   his full lips curved upwards as he stared at the man in front of him, his
patented smirk accompanied by a sinister disposition that frightened Balthazar.
His fear intensified as he suddenly found the demon right in front of his face,
 his hands on the arms of the chair as he leaned in to murmur words of malice
                          into the man's abused ears.
                      "I'm going to kill you, you know."
 Balthazar grinned. "Oh, really? And just how the hell do you plan to do that,
huh? I'm a fucking angel, Dean. Last time I checked, light outranked darkness."
    Dean's dark chuckle shook the angel's self-confidence, the sound of it
     suggesting he'd lost the fight he didn't even realize he was having.
"I know what you're thinking. But I don't need an angel sword to take you down,
Balthazar. See, there are certain…perks to being the savior of hell. Now, I've
   always liked you so I'm going to ask you a series of questions and if you
  answer correctly and honestly, I might consider allowing the continuance of
your…irritating existence. Resist me, and I'll tear off your wings and fuck you
                      up the ass with them. Am I clear?"
 Balthazar's cocky grin faded as the enormity of his situation dawned on him.
"Jesus…what the hell could you possibly want so badly that you had to kidnap an
                               angel to get it?"
  Rather than answer him, Dean rose from his position and walked over to the
barred window, looking up at it in silence. Stuffing his hands in his pockets,
he exhaled deeply before asking his first question. "Tell me all you know about
                           the upcoming apocalypse."
===============================================================================
                           "Sam? You okay in there?"
Smooth hands wiped a slew of wet trails left by angry tears, sorrow permeating
  the walls of Meg's tiny bathroom as Sam forced himself to relax his shaking
 muscles. Living without Dean was a total nightmare. How he'd managed to leave
 the boy in the first place was a mystery he didn't think he'd ever be able to
   solve. He'd thought being away from him would be easy. He was dead wrong.
 "Honey, do you need anything? 'Cause you're scaring the shit out of me and in
              about two seconds, I'm gonna break down the door."
  Sam smiled despite himself, the concern plaguing the words of his newfound
friend making him like her even more than he thought he could. Standing to his
   full height, he observed himself in the mirror to make sure there was no
 evidence of his pain before slowly opening the door. Glaring at Meg as if she
were annoying him, he shoved past her and stormed up the stairs to his bedroom,
yelling something about nagging girls along the way. When he was safely secured
within the walls of his sanctuary, he threw himself on his bed and stared up at
the ceiling, watching the movements of the fan above him. He'd finally managed
to fall into a semi-deep sleep before he was brutally awakened by the sound of
  flapping wings. He sat up in bed with a gasp, his heart tripling its beats
   tenfold as he gazed upon the face of the angel he'd met over a month ago.
                 "It's you! What the hell are you doing here?"
 Castiel tilted his head quizzically as he considered the boy in front of him,
his burst of emotion a strange sight to behold for someone who didn't have any.
                          "Hello to you too, Samuel."
Sam stared incredulously at the stoic angel. Well, this day just keeps getting
 better and better, doesn't it? "I'm gonna ask again, Cas. What are you doing
                                    here?"
  Castiel sat on the bed at Sam's feet without answering, staring at the boy
   thoughtfully. His silence angered Sam, who got out of bed with a huff and
glared at the angel in front of him. "For fuck sake, tell me what you want!" he
                                   snapped.
 The lack of reaction to Sam's outburst would have been laughable if the stoic
  angel wasn't already treading on thin ice. For the past month, Sam had been
resigned to a reality of his own making, one that didn't include the one person
 he loved more than life itself. Living without Dean was beginning to wear him
thin, each memory of his brother's kisses driving him further and further into
the depths of his insanity. Sam was starting to feel like he was going crazy, a
 theory which proved correct when he starting throwing objects across the room
in a fiery rage, tears streaming down his face the entire time. Cas watched the
entire scene in silence, a strange sensation coursing through his body that he
wasn't used to feeling. He was beginning to feel…sorry for the poor boy. Seeing
Sam's mental breakdown reminded him of his empathy for humankind, a gift which
 he felt very few angels besides him possessed. Realizing how deeply he cared
 for the fate of his savior made him hesitate as he tried to determine whether
          or not what he came to tell the boy could wait another day.
Sam fell to his knees as the last of his anger drained from his body, crying so
    hard he could barely breathe. "What do you want from me?" he whispered.
Cas looked at the boy a long time before answering. "Have you ever heard of the
                                Light Bringer?"
   Hearing the familiar name, Sam stormed past the doe-eyed angel to rummage
 through the books cluttered all over his desk, pushing aside everything until
he found what he was looking for. Turning the pages frantically, he stopped at
 a picture of a boy holding a long dagger, the corpses of what must have been
 thousands of demons scattered all over the ground at his feet. He was covered
  in blood from head to toe, peering at Sam through long bangs that plastered
themselves to his youthful face. The hand not carrying the dagger was raised to
  show the head of another boy, his lifeless eyes frozen in an expression of
  utter torment. Focusing on the paragraphs above the grotesque picture, Sam
 glared at the prophecy he'd read a million times before that night Dean came
back into his life, each word engrained into his brain like tattoos embedded in
            a person's skin. Without looking up, he began to speak.
"My father used to tell me this story all the time, the story of a boy with the
 power to seal the gates of hell. He used to say that Satan hated God for his
  devotion to humans. He said that one day, Satan would call upon a savior to
 lead the armies of darkness against this…Light Bringer or whatever. Not just
 any savior, but a human, one of the very humans that God loved more than his
own angels. It was all meant to mock the Lord. You know, because he loves human
beings so much. Supposedly, these two people are supposed to battle each other
for the sake of their cause. If hell's Prince of Darkness won, then he'd force
the Light Bringer to open hell's gates. This would let Satan out and when that
happens…everyone dies." Sam looked up at Cas in confusion. "What does this have
                                to do with me?"
"There's a reason why your father told you this story, Samuel. Do you remember
when we first met? I told you that you had powers beyond even my comprehension.
                        That wasn't just for nothing."
 Silence filled Sam's bedroom as he stared at the hypnotic spirals decorating
the walls, all the while trying to interpret the angel's cryptic words. Black,
white and red circled simultaneously in a clockwise motion as he stared at the
explosion of color assaulting his vision, his eyes expanding mercilessly to the
pleasant sight. When the wheels in his head stopped turning, everything finally
fell into place. He felt his body go still as the weight of his discovery sank
 into his aching bones, his shallow breaths becoming louder with each passing
                                    second.
                     "No," he whispered.. "It's not true."
 Cas frowned as a great sadness washed over him, the boy's tears twisting his
              insides in a way he wasn't sure he liked. "Samuel-"
  "Please," Sam sobbed, shaking his head vigorously. "Tell me it's not true."
 The empathetic angel put his head down, staring at the floor. "I'm afraid it
                                   is, Sam."
   Just then, two hands fisted the lapels of his trench coat, the hazel eyes
staring back at him glossy with tears. "Stop lying to me," Sam begged. "Tell me
                    it's not me, Cas. Tell me it's not me!"
                               "Sam…I'm sorry."
  Cas caught the boy before he could fall to the ground, clutching Sam in his
 arms as violent sobs wracked his body. Sam buried his face in Cas's shoulder,
the action confusing the bewildered angel. Emotion was never something he knew
  how to deal with. Being a heavenly being meant that you didn't really have
 them. But something inside of him ached for the Winchester boy, the pain that
came with seeing the heart of your savior break right in front of you too great
 a burden for him to bear. Wrapping his arms around the child, he held on for
dear life as Sam continued to cry, ignoring the sinking feeling of an angel in
            peril as he continued to comfort God's beloved Samuel.
===============================================================================
"I don't know anything about a Light Bringer, I swear! Let me go! Please let me
                            go. I'll do anything!"
White wings penetrated the body of a bruised and battered Balthazar, his frame
bent over the wooden bench in the middle of the dark and gloomy dungeon. Blood
  fell from his split lip in thin rivulets down his pale chin, trickling down
   onto the floor in thick puddles of crimson as he screamed into the night.
   "Tsk, tsk, tsk. You disappoint me, Balthazar," Dean replied, shoving the
 angel's wing deeper into his abused opening. "I thought we were friends? Now
       you're lying to me? This doesn't look good for you, now does it?"
"I'm not lying! I swear, I don't know anything! I tried to get information but
                         he refused to give it to me!"
                                "Who refused?"
              "God! Please stop! I can feel it tearing me apart!"
  Dean laughed, ceasing his ministrations. "Call me crazy, but I believe ya.
   Alright Heathcliff, cut him loose. It's nothing but another dead-end. I'm
  starting to think this illusive Light Bringing doesn't even fucking exist."
   As Heathcliff began to help the pained angel onto his feet, he was thrown
 forcefully onto the cobblestone floor before he could react. The sound of the
  altercation forced Dean to turn around and take in the menacing eyes of his
   latest victim, smirking at the way he limped over to the boy with as much
                         strength as he could muster.
"You're going to pay for doing this to me, Dean Winchester. The first thing I'm
 going to do when I get out of here is burn this fucking house down. Then I'm
going to find that little Sammy of yours and do to him exactly what you did to
  me. He's not gonna be able to shit for a month by the time I'm through with
                                     him!"
  The threat to Sam's life erased the cocky smile Dean had on his face, rage
replacing the joyful expression he'd sported watching the pathetic angel squirm
beneath the sharp bone of his own wing. A primal growl formed in his throat as
he attacked the man who dared to threaten his baby boy, throwing him face down
on the floor as he shoved the wing back into Balthazar's body. Screams pierced
the silent dungeon as Dean stabbed into him again and again, blood splattering
all over his face. Heathcliff watched on in silence, smiling devilishly at his
                        savior's act of pure violence.
Without warning, Dean flipped the man around and fell between his legs, biting
his cock off and grinning at the uncontrollable wails of agony coming from the
mouth of his enemy. The animal inside of him demanded death, calling out to him
 as he gave in to his twisted desires. Wrapping his fingers around the angel's
throat, he squeezed until he heard the snapping of bone beneath his rough skin.
"Your pathetic race is going down. I'm gonna make sure of it," Dean whispered,
tearing the man's head off and throwing it across the room with such force that
                  the impact cracked the stone wall in half.
                            "Um…are you okay, sir?"
  Dean's eyes focused on Heathcliff as he stood from his place on the ground,
  shaking uncontrollably as fear and longing implanted themselves within his
                               malevolent heart.
                              "I want my Sammy."
===============================================================================
  The sleeping face of his savior made Cas smile as he sat quietly beside the
slumbering boy, stroking his tear-stained cheeks with the adoration of a doting
     parent. Sam shivered under his ministrations, leaning into the touch.
                  "You're going to be okay, kid. I promise."
 A loud ringing interrupted the angel's thoughts as he looked around the room,
 trying to detect where the strange sound was coming from. Getting up off the
 bed, he made his way over to the desk and ruffled through the books scattered
 all over the mahogany wood until he came across a black contraption with some
  sort of chord connected to the holder it was encased in, the annoying noise
continuing as Cas stared at it in confusion. He'd heard of these things. Phones
    they were called. Picking up the device, he pushed the talk button and
                    hesitatingly brought it up to his ear.
                                   "Hello?"
Dean's eyes narrowed dangerously as he took in the gruff voice on the other end
 of the line, anger rising through him with the knowledge that another man was
                         answering his Sammy's phone.
                            "Who the fuck is this?"
                      Cas exhaled deeply. "Hello, Dean."
                     "How the fuck did you know my name?"
          "I've heard about you," Cas replied. "I'm Samuel's…friend."
Dean's breaths quickened as the anger inside of him boiled his blood. "What the
              fuck are you doing in my little brother's bedroom?"
 Cas knew poking a beehive with a stick was a dangerous move, but the look on
   Sam's face made him realize just how much the kid needed his big brother.
Thinking of his savior's happiness, he said the words he knew would spring the
   older boy into action, praying the whole time that Dean's anger wouldn't
               interfere with his love for his precious Samuel.
 "When he wakes up, he can tell you. He's a little…exhausted at the moment. Do
            you want me to have him call you when he's conscious?"
           The sound of the dial tone made the scheming angel smile.
                                    Gotcha.
===============================================================================
Dean gripped the steering wheel tightly in his fist as he sped all the way over
 to Meg's house, anger and jealousy fueling the fires he'd repressed since the
day Sam walked out of his life. Life had been a deranged clusterfuck of misery
  and despair since he'd lost his Sammy, each night without him deepening the
yearning he felt for the boy. He'd laid in bed since then tossing and turning,
sweaty fingers clenching the bedspread as he forced himself to remain where he
 was, desperately fighting the urge to burst down Sam's door and fuck him into
 oblivion. The thought of someone else having what he couldn't made him snarl
into the night, homicidal malice seeping into his pores as he imagined Sam with
another man. He was done sacrificing himself for that child. Why should he when
   he's being cheated on by the one person he always thought he could trust?
 Pulling into Meg's driveway, he hurled himself out of the car and lunged for
the front door, kicking it open so hard it fell off its hinges and crashed onto
 the floor. Walking over the wooden frame, his eyes focused on the boy staring
back at him, his stunned expression almost comical as his eyes glittered in the
                                pale moonlight.
                                   "Sammy."
                                        
***** The Devil's Embrace *****
                                    "Dean."
 Sam's whisper went unnoticed as Dean charged at him full speed, using his own
body to slam his little brother up against the wall. Both boys stood there for
 what seemed like forever, breaths coming in ragged gasps as they stared each
                                  other down.
"So," Dean began, his quiet voice sending shivers down Sam's back. "How've you
                            been, little brother?"
 "I…I don't understand. Wh-what are you doing here? What's the matter, Dean?"
Dean chuckled darkly. "What's the matter, you ask? Well…how about we start with
the man I spoke to today. You know, the one who was in your fucking bedroom? He
told me you were sleeping. Sure as hell doesn't look like you are. Your hair's
    all sorts of messed up, though. Kind of like the way it gets after I've
 pummeled your pretty little ass into my mattress. Tell me, Sammy"- Dean moved
  in closer to his brother, lips brushing against Sam's as he spoke-"Have you
                            been fucked recently?"
  Fear and arousal clouded Sam's brain as he tried to find his voice, Dean's
    presence doing terrible things to his insides. He'd spent over a month
  imagining the things he'd say to his brother when he saw him again, and now
  that the moment was finally here, he found himself incapable of producing a
   single coherent thought. As he tried formulating a response, he felt the
  vibration of Dean's growl against his skin, the feel of it evidence of his
                  brother's displeasure with his hesitation.
 "ANSWER ME, GODDAMMIT!" Dean screamed, slamming his fist into the wall right
                              beside Sam's head.
  Sam flinched in surprise, his arms covering his face in a gesture of self-
      defense. "Stop! I didn't do anything, I swear! He's just a friend!"
  Dean hoisted his brother over his shoulder before he had a chance to react,
 taking the stairs two at a time as he made his way to Sam's bedroom. Reaching
   his destination, he threw the boy down on the mattress with a loud thud,
 straddling Sam's thighs as he ripped the boy's shirt from his body. He stared
 down at his beautiful brother in awe, the sight of him after a whole month of
separation too much to take in. Every part of him called out for Dean's touch,
  a call he was more than willing to answer. Leaning forward, he took one of
 Sam's nipples into his mouth, sucking affectionately at the rosy nub until it
  pebbled in between his sealed lips. Sam's moan spurred him on as he did the
same to the other one, using his hands to unzip the boy's jeans while he worked
                      on the smooth chest underneath him.
"Who is he, Sammy?" he whispered, staring hypnotically into his brother's hazel
                                     eyes.
      "I t-told you. He's just a friend. Nothing more, Dean. I promise."
   "I wanna believe you," he replied, pain evident on his features. "I wanna
                             believe you so bad-"
Sam interrupted him by reaching out and crushing their lips together, entwining
 his tongue with Dean's as he sucked greedily on the pink muscle that gave him
 so much pleasure. Dean moaned into his mouth, fisting his fingers between the
chestnut strands of Sam's floppy brown hair. He could feel his little brother's
  legs wrap around his waist as he rotated his hips, the friction making both
                            boys groan in ecstasy.
  "I want you, Sammy. If I ever thought for one second that someone else was
                                 having you…"
 Sam's cock thickened with blood as he listened to the jealousy dripping from
Dean's every word. He couldn't stop touching his brother, running his hands up
 and down the older boy's back with an uncontrollable urgency. He wanted to be
  devoured by him, to drown relentlessly within the embrace of his possessive
     demon. Being without Dean for over a month had taken its toll on Sam
   emotionally, psychologically, spiritually, and especially physically. He
  couldn't stand not having him anymore. He wanted to poke his seething demon
 with an invisible stick, make him so envious of whoever he thinks is getting
close to Sam that all of his defenses will evaporate in the face of his anger,
  leaving nothing behind but the raw animal his brother had become. He didn't
            just want his brother tonight…he wanted the demon too.
"What if I told you he was having me, Dean?" he murmured tauntingly. "What if I
  told you that before you came here, he stopped by and told me how badly he
                                  wanted me."
 Dean's eyes narrowed in anger. "Don't you fucking lie to me. Nobody would be
      stupid enough to try anything with you. Not with me as your lover."
"Oh, but he did. He sure has some balls going after what you want, doesn't he?
  Not only that, but he's got a big cock. It's big and it feels sogood inside
                                     me."
 Dean slammed both hands down on either side of Sam's head, the emerald hue of
his pretty eyes fading to the familiar blackness that signaled the fury he was
about to unleash on his baby brother. "Shut up," he warned. "Shut your fuckin'
mouth. You wouldn't dare betray me like that. A stupid little slut is one thing
                  but another man? No. Not my sweet Sammy. "
 Sam chuckled darkly, desperately trying to hide his growing arousal at Dean's
jealousy. "Oh, I wouldn't? I've found out a lot about myself since I left you,
 Dean. I like cock. More specifically, I like his cock. You don't know how he
  makes me feel. The way he licks my body with his talented tongue. Drives me
  fucking crazy. He gets all up in there real nice and then he licks at that
special spot in me. Feels so goddamn good. The way he stares into my eyes as he
  fucks me. Doesn't ask me if it's okay; he just takes me. Takes me good and
hard. I laid in this bed with my legs spread moaning like a fuckin' whore while
 he pleasured my tight ass with his thick cock. He had me so hot, I forgot all
about you. He made me come so hard I blacked out. What do you think about that,
De? Do you think it's wrong for me to enjoy the pleasure of another man's body?
   Because I do. He gives it good, and I enjoy every…fucking…minute of it."
 The fury he could feel radiating from every inch of Dean's body broke through
the lust induced haze he was under, making him wonder if he'd gone too far. By
the looks of his homicidal brother, he had. The older boy shook with a rage Sam
 couldn't help but find extremely sexy, and he knew now that all he needed was
one more push…just one little push, and he'd have the boy right where he wanted
                                     him.
  Leaning up so that their faces were pressed together, Sam looked deep into
those black eyes and whispered against Dean's quivering lips, saying the words
                 he knew would send his brother over the edge.
                "He makes me come harder than you ever could."
 No amount of insight into the distant future could have prepared Sam for the
 wrath his brother unleashed all over him. The restraint Dean had been holding
for the sake of the younger boy snapped and before Sam knew what was happening,
                             all hell broke loose.
           "GODDAMMIT!" Dean screamed, wrenching himself off of Sam.
   Sam darted off the bed as his brother flipped it over with a loud crash,
  falling to the floor and staring up at Dean in a combination of horror and
lust. His brother was so fucking powerful it made Sam ache. This…this was what
 he needed. He needed Dean to lose control, to fuck him so good he wouldn't be
                        able to walk right for a month.
Sam crawled backwards to get away as Dean slowly approached him, fists clenched
     at his sides. The look on the boy's face made Sam's cheeks flush with
 excitement, all of his nerve endings on fire from the weight of Dean's glare.
  "So, he makes you come harder than I do, does he? I find that very hard to
 believe, Sammy. See…nobody knows that underdeveloped body of yours like I do.
 Does he know about that little spot in the corner of your mouth? Does he know
  you like it when I kiss and lick at it while I'm stroking your cock? Did he
 give you the candles and silk sheets you seem to love so much? Does he stare
  deep into your eyes while his fingers are crooked in your ass the way I do?
    Remember that one time when I did just that, massaging that sweet spot
mercilessly until you shuddered and came all over yourself? Does he do all that
    for ya, Sammy? Would he die for you? Huh? Does he have what you want?"
  Sam and Dean had tears streaming down their faces by the time Dean was done
with his tirade, the emotion of the moment too much for them to handle. Sam was
trying to find words to comfort his brother when he was stopped by the sinister
     uprising of Dean's upper lip, a gesture which meant only one thing to
                                 Sam...danger.
Dean fell to his knees in desperation, ripping Sam's pants off his body before
 forcibly lifting his legs onto his shoulders and attacking his hole, licking
   and biting at it until Sam let out a startled cry of pleasure. The demon
growled loudly as he ate his brother out, sucking so hard Sam was sure he would
  come just from that alone. Sam tried running his fingers through the older
boy's cropped hair, but let out a gasp instead as Dean lifted them both off the
ground and stood straight up, forcing Sam almost all the way upside down facing
his brother's back. Dean tilted his head back and splayed Sam's legs wide open,
licking his way into the asshole that was positioned right on top of his face.
His neck craned to get at his little brother's quivering asshole, pleasuring it
again and again while he maintained all of Sam's weight, holding onto the boy's
  spread thighs as he bounced him in the air up and down on his eager tongue.
 Curling the pink organ up, he licked at Sam's prostate over and over, all the
while growling his approval of the obscene sounds coming from the boy's hoarse
                                    throat.
                            "Oh god!" Sam screamed.
He didn't know it could ever feel this way with Dean. All of his nerve endings
were on fire, every part of him alight with pleasure so intense, he thought he
was going to die. His hands clawed at Dean's back as he clenched his eyes shut,
 the strange position he was in making blood rush to his head. He felt like he
 was going to explode from the sensations coursing through his veins, letting
  out filthy groans that would have made their mother ashamed every time Dean
 lifted him up and slammed the entire lower half of his body back down on his
 face, tongue fucking him so hard he felt the sharp edge of the demon's teeth
                pierce the sensitive skin surrounding his rim.
Sam screamed as his orgasm ripped through him without warning, his come leaking
  white and sticky down Dean's back. His cock flopped up and down with every
movement Dean forced him to make, moaning his ecstasy into his brother's smooth
skin. When the intensity of his climax began to fade, Sam fell boneless against
  Dean's body, reveling in the soft growls Dean made as he lapped and sucked
                    affectionately at Sam's well used hole.
      "De," Sam whined, trying to lift his head up but failing miserably.
 Their soft moans filled the room as he waited for what felt like forever for
  Dean to stop giving his asshole the attention it so desperately needed, all
 that time without his beloved brother taking more of a toll on him than he'd
 originally thought. When the demon's lust for Sam's taste had been sated, he
 slowly slid the boy down his body until his legs were wrapped securely around
Dean's waist, pressing their foreheads together as they stared in each other's
  eyes. Sam put his arms around Dean's neck, licking up his lips in a gesture
                      meant to excite the dominant demon.
                "You're turning me on," Sam whispered shakily.
  Dean's moment of gentle tenderness disappeared at Sam's words, a deep growl
vibrating throughout his entire being. Rushing forward, he slammed Sam into the
 wall. Holding him up with one arm, he used the hand of his other one to shove
two fingers inside Sam's ass, immediately crooking them and ramming in and out
                             of his tight passage.
        "Dean," Sam sobbed, biting the older boy's shoulder in ecstasy.
                          "Look at me," Dean snarled.
  Sam lifted his head to glance apprehensively at his brother, a questionable
              fear merging with the pleasure Dean was giving him.
"Did he fuck you like this? Huh? Does his fingers feel as good as mine, baby?"
"No, De. Could never feel as good as yours. God, every part of your body gives
                      me such pleasure I can't stand it."
  Dean groaned, taking his fingers out and replacing them with his cock. Sam
 moaned helplessly as he was stuffed full of his big brother, squeezing around
the boy tighter when he felt himself getting fucked against the cold wall. The
 force of Dean's thrusts had him slamming into the hard surface over and over
again, the sensations the demon's cock was bringing him making his eyes roll in
                             the back of his head.
    "You're my fucking whore, Sammy," he moaned. "My whore. Fuckin' mine!"
"Yours," Sam whispered, tilting his head back to allow Dean access to his neck.
  The boy took advantage and sank his teeth deep into the skin, drawing blood
                that he instantly licked away with his tongue.
   "Damn my father for makin' me love you, Sam," Dean sobbed, love and pain
  thickening the sound of his voice. "I hate him for doing this to me. Can't
  fucking live without you. Would rather fuckin' die. I'll kill this guy for
takin' what's rightfully mine. I swear I will. I was the one took care of you,
not him. I was the one who gave away my entire life to make you happy, not him.
 I've worked my ass off to earn you, Sam. I'm not gonna give you up so easily.
 Never gonna fuckin' give you up. Never gonna give away my whore. Say it, Sam.
     Fuckin' say it or I'll find your little lover and rip him to shreds."
  "I'm your whore," Sam shuddered, the familiar tingling in his belly getting
  stronger and stronger with every angry and bitter word that came out of his
                               brother's mouth.
 "I'm still gonna kill him. I'm gonna kill him and then fuck you in a pool of
 his blood. That outta show him, huh? Stickin' his dick where it don't belong.
Gettin' all up in my territory. Screwin' you like he had the fuckin' right. He
 could never make you come like I do, baby. I'm gonna show you. Gonna make you
    feel so fucking good. Won't be able to walk right for a fuckin' year."
                                 "God, Dean."
                   "His cock still better than mine, Sammy?"
  Sam froze at the vulnerability present in Dean's tone. Anyone who wasn't as
 attuned to the demon's emotions as Sam was wouldn't have noticed. Luckily for
    him, he was connected to Dean in a way that nobody else would ever be.
 "Never, Dean. You're all I want. God, you're fuckin' me so good I can't even
        think. Don't stop, De. Fuck your whore the way he never could."
"Sam," Dean sobbed, pushing him back from the wall and carrying him over toward
the desk. As Dean bent him down, Sam reached his hands out and gripped the edge
 of the wood with his fingertips, holding on for dear life as Dean fucked him
  good and hard. His arms were stretched out past his head as he struggled to
  hold on, looking up at Dean's face in awe as he slid in and out of his ass.
   When he couldn't hold on anymore, he let go and slammed into the ground,
feeling Dean's weight fall on top of him as he finished him off right there on
                              the hardwood floor.
 "Never gonna let you go, baby boy," Dean whispered, his entire body vibrating
 with pure bliss. "He could never give it to you the way I can. He's not gonna
take you away. Won't let him get at what's mine ever again. Come for me, baby.
                     I want to feel you come on my cock."
 Sam stiffened as the first wave of contractions hit him like a ton of bricks,
 every muscle in his dick convulsing with such force that the shock of it all
 had him whimpering into Dean's lips, feeling the boy's tongue slide into his
     mouth. His brother cried out above him, coming deep inside Sam's ass.
 "I can make it better, Sammy," Dean murmured in Sam's ear. "Tell me if he can
                                   do this."
  A pleasure unlike anything Sam had ever known traveled through every nerve
ending in his exhausted body, the intensity too much for his thirteen year old
body to take in all at once. His lips opened wide as a scream erupted from his
 throat, his eyes focused on the ceiling but not seeing anything. Dean propped
himself on his hands and continued to thrust inside Sam's asshole, staring down
 at the fire of his loins in triumph. After what he'd just done, there was no
 way Sam would ever want that guy he was sleeping with ever again. He had the
boy all to himself. That prick didn't stand a chance if he thought he was going
          to have Sam. Not when he had to go through Dean to get him.
 "Hmm. That's it, Sammy. That's De's sweet little whore. Scream your pleasure
into my fucking mouth while I pound your tight little ass like I own it. Never
  again will I ever allow another man anywhere near you. I'm gonna watch your
every fucking move from here on out, make sure nobody gets a chance at ya ever
 again. You're mine, Sammy. My baby boy. Not his. Mine. I'll die before I let
                                   you go."
    Dean sealed his mouth over Sam's as the younger boy passed out from the
strength of his climax, his brother's face the last thing he saw before he fell
                             into unconsciousness.
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                             "Sam? Wake up, baby."
 Sam opened his eyes and groaned into Dean's neck, grabbing at the boy's hard
                                  shoulders.
  "You're so fucking big, De," Sam murmured into his flesh. "So much muscle.
                             Where the hell am I?"
                       Dean chuckled. "In my bed, baby."
Sam was fully awake at that, his head darting from left to right as he took in
                 the familiar surroundings of Rosewood Manor.
 "Don't worry, I'm not going to keep you here. I just thought it would be nice
to have it like old times for now. You know…just you and me, our sweaty bodies
entwined inside the softness of my silk sheets. You're safe with me, baby boy.
  You're in my bed right where you belong, lying naked with your legs spread
                             underneath my body."
 Sam groaned at Dean's words, arousal causing a deep shade of red to color his
  pale cheeks. His eyes fell closed as Dean's mouth connected with his, their
 tongues moving sensuously against each other. Sam ran his fingers through the
 older boy's hair when they came apart for air, love shining through his soft
                                    caress.
                                 "I love you."
  Dean chuckled. "I love you too, baby boy. So, Um…who was that guy you were
  with? I'm not gonna, you know, do anything to him or nothin' like that. I'm
                             just curious is all."
 Sam laughed. He supposed he could give him the angel's name. After all, it's
                    not like he'd actually know who he was.
                                  "Castiel."
Dean's face hardened for a brief moment before he schooled his features in the
mask he always wore for Sammy's sake, the tiny flicker of emotion worrying his
                                little brother.
  "You okay? You don't have to be jealous, you know. I'm not going anywhere."
  Dean smirked wickedly, something sinister darkening his emerald eyes. "Damn
                              right you're not."
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  Sam was asleep, Dean had made sure of that. Sure he felt bad for using his
 powers to knock his little brother out, but he had stuff to do while his baby
slept and he didn't have time to listen to Sam's incessant whining about how he
 needs to be a good person. Besides, when he has to do something that he knows
 will upset the love of his life, it's only natural for him to keep it hidden
                                 from the boy.
  "Heathcliff," Dean called out, grabbing his car keys and opening the front
                                     door.
                                  "Yes, sir?"
   "You and I have a job to do so get your ass moving. We're taking a little
                                    trip."
Heathcliff hesitated for a minute before following Dean down the long driveway
 to his beloved Impala, his brows creased with confusion at the suddenness of
                             the demon's request.
   "So," he spoke up as he got in the passenger seat. "Where are we going?"
 Dean's face contorted in an expression of intense hatred, the grip he had on
                the steering wheel turning his knuckles white.
                   "We're going to find ourselves an angel."
 
 
 
***** Hail to the King *****
The night sky, covered by a blanket of glittering stars, aided the full moon in
  shining an ethereal light on the Chevy Impala driving down the street to a
 secluded cabin, the steady thrum of its engine the only sound disturbing the
peaceful tranquility of the sleeping town. Inside the vehicle, an untamed rage
 sent sparks of energy shooting through every nerve ending in the body of its
 driver, tension tightening the bones existing underneath his pale white skin.
   His clouded brain erupted with a succession of images consisting of blood
dripped wings crumbling between clenched fingers, screams of unparalleled agony
  piercing the air of a dirty dungeon equipped with various tools of torture.
    Dark blue eyes paled beneath the power of death's right hand, darkness
 overtaking the light of life that once provided sustenance to the slaughtered
  being lying on the cold, hard floor. Victory had finally arrived…and it had
                            never tasted so sweet.
Tires screeched to a halt as thoughts of Castiel's death plagued the mind of a
very homicidal Dean Winchester, a sneer of absolute malice lifting the corners
 of his full lips. The hands he had on the steering wheel squeezed mercilessly
  until the knuckles turned a bright shade of white, each vision that passed
 through his mind's eye nothing more than a taste of what was to come when he
       got his hands on the worthless angel who dared touch his Samuel.
 Gazing upon the cabin which would take him to the prophet Chuck, Dean slowly
got out of the car and waited patiently for Heathcliff to take his place by his
                                     side.
                           "Why are we here, boss?"
              Dean smirked. "We have an angel to find, remember?"
"I don't know if this is such a good idea. I mean…a regular angel is one thing.
                   But this is Castiel we're talking about."
 "Don't!" Dean yelled, putting a finger against the man's lips before lowering
           his voice to just above a whisper. "Don't say his name."
   The anger in the demon's face made Heathcliff's body shake with fear, his
  master's rage making its presence known through the stern stare he fixed on
                                     him.
                                "S-sorry, sir."
  Dean's head snapped to the side as movement could be heard from inside the
    house, his evil glare growing darker. "Come, Heathcliff. Let's go score
                             ourselves a prophet."
  Both demons made their way across the lawn in silence, stopping just a few
inches from the front door. With a mighty kick, Dean knocked it off its hinges,
 frowning as it fell on the body of a man who appeared to be in his thirties,
  with dark hair and a neatly trimmed beard. He wore a gray, blue, and black
  striped robe over a white wife beater, his pajama pants bunching around his
 ankles as he struggled to free himself from the weight of the door on top of
him. Dean rolled his eyes and helped the man onto his feet, pushing him down on
 the couch right after. Grabbing a chair out of the kitchen, he dragged it in
   the living room and straddled the back, folding his arms on the end as he
                    smiled wickedly at the man before him.
                       "Hello, Chuck. It's been awhile."
 Chuck pushed his now crooked glasses against the bridge of his nose, shaking
 visibly beneath his baggy clothes. "D-Dean! I uh…I wasn't expecting company."
 "Yeah, well shit happens. I need you to do something for me…something you're
                               not gonna like."
        Chuck looked from Dean to Heathcliff, then back to Dean again.
 "Oh, no," he sighed, a look of realization coming over his face. "Dean…don't
             make me do it. That shit hurts like a motherfucker."
 "I don't give a fuck what hurts you, Chuck. Just do your thing and bring that
                    bible thumpin' bastard over here…now."
                                    "Dean-"
Dean lunged forward before he could stop himself, wrapping his hands around the
  prophet's throat and squeezing until he heard Chuck gasping for air. A loud
  ringing sounded in his ears as he choked the life out of the man underneath
    him, contempt coursing like wildfire through his veins. It wasn't until
  Heathcliff put his hands on the demon's shoulders that he broke his hold in
favor of flinging the butler across the room, the wheezing and coughing behind
him going unnoticed as he breathed loudly out of his nose. Anger flowed through
him like an electric current, the power surging inside his body making him burn
with contemptuous hatred for everyone on the damn planet who's name wasn't Sam.
 Sam. The thought of the boy who'd stolen Dean's heart since the minute he was
  born caused a stronger flood of rage to overtake his senses, determination
contorting the expression on his face to something that resembled danger to the
                              people around him.
  Grabbing the wheezing prophet by his hair, he pulled until their faces were
 barely inches apart. "I don't give a flying fuck what invoking that worthless
  bastard is going to do to you physically. He broke the law…my law, and he's
 gonna pay. Now, you do what I ask of you or I'll rip your intestines out and
                     shove 'em down your fucking throat!"
After Chuck had been thrown to the floor, he looked up at the boy above him and
                        knew the battle had been lost.
         "Okay," he whispered breathlessly. "Okay, fine. I'll do it."
 Putting both hands on either side of his head, the prophet began to chant in
              Latin, words pouring out of his mouth like liquid.
    "Et ascendit gloria Domini desuper mihi vires viribus ad finem lucis ad
 tenebras in circuitu, et melior iam servire invocato ad hoc, quod angeli mei
ambitu Castiel sempiterna conservationemque glorificatione caelum et terram. Me
 penes est unum verum Deum vi, peto ut venias mecum in auxilio opportuno dira
virum ita ut magis serviat voluit serviri. Veniat ad me, Castiel. Ostende mihi
                    teipsum. Oro vos. Veniat… Veniat…Veni!"
 "Cover your ears!" he screamed, the loud ringing shattering glass and shaking
                  the ground beneath them. "Cover your ears!"
   Everyone fell to the floor with their palms over their ears, the sound of
Chuck's painful screams going unnoticed by the two demons desperately trying to
  prevent their eardrums from rupturing. A burst of bright light poured forth
  from the lips of the tortured prophet, the essence of the angel he invoked
possessing his body with enough force to send him spiraling into Dean's huddled
                                     form.
Suddenly, a peaceful calm spread throughout every part of the cabin surrounding
 the three men. Dean growled and threw Chuck off of him, standing to his full
            height and looking down at him with contemptuous anger.
          "Come on," he growled. "Show yourself, you fucking coward."
Just then, the prophet's eyes opened wide as he stared at Dean from beneath his
eyelashes, the man's expression completely devoid of emotion. A quizzical gaze
 was shot Dean's way, as if the angel was trying to determine exactly what it
 was he was looking at. Getting up off the floor, Castiel allowed the hands of
the prophet to dust himself off before finally speaking in a voice deeper than
                             that of his vessel's.
                                "Hello, Dean."
   Dean growled low in his throat. "You Castiel? You the one who defiled my
                                    Sammy?"
                  Castiel smiled. "Is that what he told you?"
  By way of an answer, Dean shot forward to tackle the angel, only for Cas to
 extend his hand forward and send the angry demon flying across the room. Dean
            looked around in confusion before realization hit him.
                        "You…you're stronger than me."
              "Apparently, I'm a better fuck than you too, Dean."
 Dean's face darkened in anger. "You're never getting him. You'll get that boy
                              over my dead body."
The taunting angel made his way over to Dean with the grace of a swan, stopping
               just an inch away from where he sat on the floor.
"You're messing with forces far beyond your comprehension, little boy. You have
no idea what's going on here. Those demons of yours? They're just trying to use
you for their own personal gain. Do you really think either one of them gives a
                       shit about you or your brother?"
 "You keep your fucking trap shut about my brother," Dean spat. "He is none of
                                your concern."
 "Oh, but he is. Little Sammy needs to be kept safe, Dean. Now, if you're not
      gonna do that, then I'll be more than happy to…take over for you."
Dean screamed and ran toward Castiel, intending to knock him into the ground. A
 sound of surprise left his lips when the angel gave him an uppercut that sent
him reeling to the floor on his back. The fact that the halo wearing ass jockey
was stronger than Dean was a hell of a problem, considering he was incapable of
  giving him the ass whooping he most definitely deserved for daring to lay a
                         hand on what belonged to him.
 "I'm gonna get stronger, you know. I've been sitting idly by for far too long
while all of you pathetic freaks run around trying to keep me from reaching my
  destiny. It all ends now. I'm going to assemble my army, and when I do…the
                 first thing I'm gonna do is come after you."
 Castiel stared down at him in anger. "You're a stubborn boy, Dean. You think
you're gonna win this war? You have no idea what you're up against, do you? You
            haven't even discovered who the Light Bringer is yet."
"I know you know who it is," Dean smirked from his place on the floor, spitting
out blood from where the angel punched him. "Why don't you just tell me so that
                           all of this can be over."
  "Oh…so, you think it's that easy, huh? That just proves how little you know
about the storm that you're smack dab in the middle of. Dammit, Dean! Open your
                  eyes! You're fighting for the wrong side!"
  "FUCK YOU!" Dean screamed, a secret surge of power allowing him to push the
 angel back against the wall. He ran as fast as he could over to where Castiel
      stood, smirking when the other man realized he was unable to move.
  "You did a bad thing, you know…touching my Sammy. You remember what it felt
  like to be inside him, don't you? Can't just forget that sweet ass. It must
have felt really good, makin' my baby squirm and writhe on your fat cock. Well,
guess what? You fucked with the wrong whore. Sam is mine! He's my boy! Lookin'
 at him with lust in your eyes is bad enough, but to have actually had a taste
  of him? You didn't just fuck my baby boy. You gave him pleasure. You-" Dean
 choked on his words, pain written all over his face- "You made him come. I'll
          kill you for that. I swear I will. I'll fucking kill you!"
  Before Dean could make good on his threat, the vessel began to convulse and
   extract the white light it swallowed from its mouth, the angel that once
existed within the confines of the prophet's body disappearing into the earth.
Chuck's limp form fell to the floor in a heap, an entire minute going by before
               he opened his eyes and stared confusedly at Dean.
                              "W-what happened?"
 "GODDAMMIT!" Dean screamed, kicking the wall over and over in a fit of rage.
"Sir!" Heathcliff yelled, no longer satisfied with watching from the sidelines.
"Your energy can't be wasted on a damn wall. We've got work to do here. Put Sam
   aside for a moment. That worthless sack of shit was right. The voices are
talking to me. They're…we need to find that Light Bringer, but first we need to
   assemble our army. Don't you think it's about time you forgot about this
  brother business and got with the program? This war…it isn't going to wait
   around forever, sir. I overheard the master talking with Azazel earlier.
They've been thinking that maybe you weren't the right person to rule an entire
             army of demons in the upcoming apocalypse after all."
 Heathcliff put a finger up when the spiteful demon made a move toward him and
  went on, "Don't…don't even think about it. You know it to be true. You have
wasted too much precious time with that boy you've been so damn obsessed over.
Don't you think it's time you put such frivolous affections on the back burner?
 You're being given a chance to be the right hand man at the side of our lord
Lucifer! You're the savior of us all. The savior of darkness versus the savior
of light! This is an opportunity that you cannot waste! Now, instead of pining
 over that brother of yours, do the job you're assigned and stop acting like a
little bitch with a crush! Think of it as you securing your future with Sam. Go
 home, do what you have to do to find that Light Bringer and bring our father
                                    home."
 Dean was quiet for a long moment, putting his head down as if he were deep in
     thought. When he looked back up at the determined butler, there was a
    ruthlessness to his features that Heathcliff found most extraordinary.
 "Okay," he growled. "You want a savior? Fine. We start tonight. I want you to
 get on the phone with every demon in this godforsaken state and tell them to
         get their asses over here. We've got an apocalypse to plan."
                              "What about Sammy?"
Dean's face softened visibly, the look of love there nauseating the other man.
    "You just leave him up to me. I'll take care of my brother. Now move."
 Heathcliff was out the door before the other demon could so much as blink, a
smirk firmly in place as he basked in the afterglow of sweet victory. Dean was
finally going to set the dark one free. Before he knew it, Lucifer would be on
     earth, the Light Bringer would be dead and they would all rule on the
            foundations once built by that detestable god of light.
                      Soon, he thought to himself. Soon.
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 It was long after midnight when Sam slowly began to awaken from the peaceful
  slumber Dean had inflicted upon him. His eyelashes fluttered as a tiny moan
  escaped his parted lips, an inexplicable feeling beginning to develop deep
  within his body that he couldn't exactly explain. Something felt incredibly
  nice, the warm, slick pressure coming from his ass causing another groan to
sound from his aching throat. Reaching his hands out to discover the source of
his pleasure, he gasped when his fingers collided with course, spiky hair that
    pricked the tips as if they were thorns, his mind slowly coming to the
   realization that it was Dean's head situated between his spread thighs. A
  shivery sigh of desperation tore through the boy as the tip of the demon's
tongue licked a long stripe up Sam's ass, the action causing Sam's eyes to open
                                  completely.
 "Hmm. Morning, Sammy. God, your asshole is so sensitive. Should be. I've been
                working on it for a while. You miss me, baby?"
 Dean buried his face in between the boy's cheeks before he could answer. Sam
  sobbed the demon's name as he felt his brother lap greedily at the puckered
  flesh beneath his full lips, the growl Dean let out sending a low thrum of
                       vibration through his tiny body.
          "Dean," Sam gasped. "Please. I can't…I can't take anymore."
 Dean gave one little suck to the skin in front of him before crawling up the
    young man's body. Licking at Sam's mouth, he smiled softly down at him.
    "Tell me what you want," he whispered, brushing Sam's bangs out of his
                                   forehead.
                      "Make love to me, Dean. I need it."
"My sweet baby," Dean groaned, guiding his cock to the young man's entrance and
                               slipping inside.
 The dirty moan that came from Sam's mouth made Dean go crazy with desire. He
tried to keep his composure for Sammy's sake, wanted it to be good for him. But
when the boy wrapped his arms around the demon in a warm embrace, Dean lost it.
 Holding onto Sam as tight as he could, he shoved his face in the crook of the
  young man's neck and thrust into him again and again, reveling in the sweet
                sounds that came from the angel underneath him.
    "I love you," Dean whispered in Sam's ear, a tiny smile forming as his
                     brother's face contorted in pleasure.
                     "Dean," he gasped. "I'm gonna…gonna…"
"You're my whore, Sammy," Dean growled, gripping Sam's hair tightly in his fist
before tugging hard. "If you ever let anyone else near this body, I'm going to
 gut them and make you watch. Then I'm gonna screw you slowly on top of their
                      dead corpse. Do you understand me?"
                              "Yes," Sam sobbed.
"Mine, Sammy. You're the demon's dirty little whore. You better get used to it,
                  baby boy. You ain't fuckin' goin' nowhere."
  "Yours, Dean. God, I'm all yours. Make me come, De. Please, make me come."
 With a primal howl, Dean pounded into Sam's hole with the voraciousness of a
wild animal, hitting the boy's prostate on every thrust. He smirked in victory
  when Sam's muscles clenched tight around his dick, his brother's screams of
 pleasure silenced as he put his mouth over Sam's, drowning out the sound. He
   moaned around the boy's lips as his own orgasm took him by surprise, the
fingers he had in Sam's hair tightening as he came apart in his brother's arms.
 Dean smiled watching Sam try to catch his breath, the intimacy of the moment
                      not lost on the love struck demon.
"I love you," he whispered, placing soft kisses down Sam's cheek to the corner
                      of his mouth. "I love you so much."
 Sam laid there with his lips parted, trying to find the strength to open his
eyes. His hands grabbed at his lover instinctively, pulling him closer so that
            he could wrap his arms around the older boy once more.
           "You've pleased me greatly, little one. I've missed you."
 Sam chuckled weakly, burying his face in his brother's neck. "I've missed you
                         too, Dean. I'm…I'm so tired."
         "Then sleep, baby. I promise I'll be here when you wake up."
             "Okay," Sam mumbled, drifting off into a deep sleep.
 Dean spent the next hour running his palm over the sleeping boy's cheek, his
   brows furrowing in a frown when there was an insistent knock on the door.
 Sighing heavily, he placed one last kiss to his brother's lips before pulling
 himself off the bed and throwing on his clothes. Stomping toward the door, he
            threw it open and snarled at the man on the other side.
                         "What the hell do you want?"
                      "They're here," Heathcliff grinned.
 Dean chuckled darkly, his foul mood disappearing beneath the enormity of what
                                 was to come.
                                 "Excellent."
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  Dean's eyes widened for a fraction of a second as he took in the glowering
 faces of what must have been hundreds of demons, each one parting the way for
   their master as he walked menacingly into the crowd. He felt power course
through his veins at the sight of his brutal army, the corners of his full lips
      lifting into a devilish smirk as the pupils of his eyes bled black.
                  "Do you know why you're here?" Dean asked.
"We're at your disposal, sir," one of them spoke up. "You're going to assemble
          us all to aid you in the battle against the Light Bringer."
 "Not just the Light Bringer," Dean responded. "All of the forces of light are
 threats to the reign of our lord. You are not just here for one man. You…are
                      going to help me set Lucifer free."
                        Gasps erupted all around Dean.
    "Silence!" Dean yelled sternly, waiting until everyone quieted down to
continue. "This…Light Bringer has the power not only to shut the gates of hell
  forever, but to throw all of us back into hell where we came from as well.
However, he can also open the gates. That is going to be my goal. First, we are
 going to destroy that piece of shit that God has sanctioned to carry out his
work. After God, his angels and all of the people on this godforsaken earth are
annihilated, I am going to force the Light Bringer to open up hell's gates and
 then…then our lord will finally be free and we can rule this damn planet with
                                an iron grip."
                  "That sounds difficult," another exclaimed.
  Dean slapped the demon across the face and growled at his wordless cry. "Of
course it's going to be difficult, you stupid motherfucker! Look at all of you!
   What the hell should I bother with you for? You're all a bunch of fucking
  pussies! Every single one of you has the potential for greatness. It's the
 reason I want all of you at my side when the time comes for the war to begin.
 None of you should be intimidated by those jackasses out there. We're demons!
          We're the ones who should be ruling heaven and earth, yes?"
                      "Yes," they all shouted in unison.
  "Now...I am going to crush those winged bastards with my bare hands-" Dean
  stopped to extend his arm out, forming his hand into a fist- "I'm going to
  stain the sky with their blood and watch as it drips from my crimson soaked
 fingers and seeing as how God loves his precious little humans so damn much,
 I'm going to rape a good portion of them right in front of his face and then
  slaughter them and shove their intestines down his fucking throat! With or
   without you, I am going to take this universe by the ass and fuck it into
                        oblivion! Now, who's with me?"
  An uproar of cheering filled the land surrounding Rosewood Manor, the sound
jolting Sam wide awake. Jumping out of bed, the young boy ran to the window of
 his bedroom and peered out through the curtains, his lips parting in shock as
he gazed upon the demons defiling the yard with their presence. They all knelt
at the feet of his older brother, chanting something that took Sam a couple of
 minutes to decipher. When his brain caught up with the words being yelled at
  from outside the house, Sam stumbled backwards in a combination of fear and
arousal, his brother's power finally dawning on him while the cheered words of
the demons outside echoed through his ears in a taunting symphony provided by a
demonic choir. Shivers wracked his body as he placed a trembling hand over his
  mouth, thoughts malfunctioning beneath the onslaught of events transpiring
                       right in front of his very eyes.
The end was near. He could feel it. He wanted to run away, but the sight of all
  those demons kneeling before Dean like he was their god made Sam ashamed to
 admit that he was turned on. Turned on by his brother's power. The light that
  lived inside of him fought to hold on as darkness began overtaking his pure
soul, the struggle within not lost upon the younger Winchester. He attempted to
 put his hands over his ears, but finally gave up as the chanting outside grew
louder, the words being shouted at his brother something Sam was never going to
                          forget as long as he lived.
                               Hail to the king.
 
***** Power Trip *****
In a diner outside of Selma, two young men sat in a booth sipping coke from red
straws, heads bent over a newspaper article. The black ink relished them with
tales of an old house not far from where they currently sat, one that was
supposedly the most haunted house in Alabama.
 "This is the big one, Ed. This is the one we're all gonna be remembered for."
"I don't know, Harry," Ed replied, uncertainty clouding his features. "The shit
that's gone down in this house is pretty extreme. Selma's already a haven for
supernatural beings, but this house seems to be smack dab in the middle of it.
What the hell are we supposed to do if something goes wrong? I mean, these
newspaper clippings aren't just talking about your run of the mill ghost,
Harry. We're talking demons here."
"Exactly my point! We weren't even sure they actually existed until now. This
is our chance to prove ourselves, Ed. Two struggling hunters striving to
protect the world from supernatural beings. We persevere through every
obstacle, including the ramblings of people telling us we'll never make it,
only to discover a threat that we knew nothing about, something extremely
powerful. Like, more powerful than any ghost in the universe. We save the town,
and we end up the heroes."
 "But the town doesn't need sav-"
"Of course it needs saving! Look around you, dude. Haven't you noticed how odd
everyone around here is? I'm telling you, they're all"-Harry Harry broke off to
look around him, before leaning in close to his friend and whispering-
"possessed."
 Ed's confusion gave way to surprise, eyebrows rising. "No way."
 "Way. This is gonna be the big one, Ed. The one we've been waiting for since
we started this whole thing. We'll get through it too. Do you know why?"
"Because we're the Ghostfacers?"
 Harry smiled. "Because we're the Ghostfacers."
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 "I can't do it," Sam huffed. "It's impossible."
 Castiel came up behind Sam and followed the boy's gaze to the dartboard on the
wall.
 "Nothing is impossible. You just have to believe in yourself."
 Sam looked skeptical, but took the angel's advice and tried again, this time
with conviction. After what felt like forever, he finally saw a little movement
as one of the darts started to slide out of its place.
 "It's moving!" Sam exclaimed, excitement making his body shake. "I got it to
move with my mind! Dude, that is so fuckin' awesome!"
 "Good job. Maybe next time, you'll be able to move the whole thing. This is
good for now."
Sam's smile faded as Cas walked away and sat in a swivel chair in front of his
desk. "Something wrong?"
 The angel was quiet for so long that Sam didn't think he was going to say
anything. With every second that ticked by, Sam began to feel more and more
apprehensive, mainly because he had a feeling he knew what was coming. Whenever
a brooding silence preceded a conversation with Castiel, the subject usually
ended up being someone Sam wasn't ready to talk about, especially after the
events that transpired not even a week previous to the exact moment in which he
currently found himself. Just as Sam was about to break the ice, Castiel spoke.
 "Sam . . . you do realize the significance of your role here on earth, don't
you?"
Sam looked confused. "I'm not following."
"Your brother. I know you love him, but you must know what he is by now."
Sam put his head down. Of course. It's always him. "I know," he whispered.
 Castiel narrowed his eyes, facial expression letting Sam know he was taking in
every word the boy said. "Do you? Seems as if you've forgotten. Or, at the very
least, refuse to acknowledge it."
"I haven't forgotten what he is!" Sam snapped. At the tilt of the angel's head,
Sam forced himself to relax. "I just . . . I can't do whatever it is you're
asking me to. Not like this. He's my brother."
 "Yes, he is. He's also very dangerous. Remember what you told me about the
night you saw all those demons bowing to him? Remember when he killed your
father? Locked you up in taht cell? You know what he's capable of."
 "Oh, and what about you, huh?" Sam retorted, tears filling his eyes. "You're a
fucking angel! You have the power to move heaven and earth. Why the hell are
you here helping me? And don't bother telling me it's to help me 'save the
world.' If there is a god, why doesn't he do it?! Huh? Why does it have to be
me? I'm just a kid, goddammit!"
Sam fell to the floor in agony, head falling in his hands. Why did all of this
have to happen to him? What made God think he had the right to force all of
this weight on Sam's shoulders? It was bad enough he was beginning to have dark
thoughts plaguing his senses, making him believe there was some inner evil
lying dormant within him that he couldn't exactly control. Now, he had to worry
about being a savior to everything in existence by destroying the only person
he had left in this world. It was too much for him to handle, and he had the
strangest feeling he was beginning to crack under the pressure. Castiel's
footsteps became louder as he shortened the distance between himself and his
new companion, stopping to kneel in front of the broken boy with a heavy sigh.
Sam could feel his head being lifted by a strong finger resting underneath his
chin, forcing him to look inside the depths of eyes bluer than any ocean,
mesmerizing him with their intensity.
"I know this must be a heavy burden our Lord has placed on your shoulders. I
can't even begin to fathom the emotions you as a human must be going through.
If I were you, I'd probably react the same way. But, regardless of how you
feel, it is your duty to protect that which he has created, for your sake as
well as ours. The fate of everything he's bestowed upon you hangs in the
balance, Samuel. Surely, you must know this."
Sam looked at Cas with such misery, it was hard for him to feel anything other
than sympathy for the poor child. This kind of empathetic reaction to a human
being's suffering confused him in a way that he didn't think he'd ever be able
to explain. How was it that he could feel anything in the first place? He was
an angel, for heaven sake! He's never been able to form an emotional response
to anyone, least of all a frightened child with an annoying habit of switching
between hot and cold when it came to his older brother. But there was something
about Sam that penetrated through the angel's defenses, forcing him down to a
human's level where all that emotion and all that pain ran rampant through the
hearts of mortals, threatening to overtake the hallow shell inside his chest
and break him down until he was nothing more than a human himself. If he were
to let go of his role and become one of them, what would that mean for
humanity? Would he be doing God's work or abandoning it by allowing emotion to
get in the way of his ultimate role? Did God even allow angels to feel? Until
this day, he never questioned it. Now, he was terrified of the answers.
 "I need you to leave now."
 Cas looked up at the interruption to his thoughts. He ignored the pity he
wanted to feel for the broken child in front of him and buried it deep inside,
hoping to God himself that he'd never be able to find it again. "Alright. I'll
go if that's what you wish. But, this isn't over, Sam. Not by a long shot.
Sooner or later, you're going to have to face up to your responsibilities and
be the man God intended you to be . . . whether you want it or not."
The flapping of wings signaled the angel's departure, leaving Sam alone with a
bad migraine and an incessant urge to find his brother. But how did he face him
after what happened the night at the manor? How could he face himself? Was he
destined for salvation or destruction? Was it really about choice? Maybe he
didn't have a choice at all. Maybe he was always inherently evil, taking only
the corruption of a demonic brother to put the pieces of the puzzle in place.
Whatever the outcome, Sam knew he'd have to pick a side, and pick a side fast.
The only problem? Time was running out, and it was only a matter of time before
Sam either accepted his role as savior, or descended with Dean into a fiery pit
he wasn't exactly sure he'd hate nearly as much as he's supposed to.
Sam's sigh of defeat was cut short by a loud knock on the door.
"Sam!" Meg shouted, the sound of Aimee's giggling in the background bringing a
chuckle to the boy's throat. "Get your ass dressed. We're going out."
 Sam smiled. Well . . . at least I have the girls. 
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Dean was brooding. Correction: Dean was really brooding. He couldn't pinpoint
the exact reason, but his little brother was becoming distant. It hadn't been
for very long, maybe a couple of weeks tops, and it was really beginning to
piss the demon off. It could be the prospect of another lover, in which case
Dean would have to commit bloody murder before proceeding to fuck the boy into
submission long enough for him to realize that it wasn't wise to stray from his
big brother. Or maybe it was the hormones. Teenagers have lots of hormones,
right? Well, Sam was only thirteen. Still hitting puberty, not nearly as
developed as Dean was. He still had to grow up, didn't he? Dean blew out a
breath in frustration. He didn't think it was any of those things, but
something was definitely plaguing the kid's mind, and Dean wanted to know what
it was. How long was he expected to be a savior of hell when he couldn't even
control his own brother? A brother who was supposed to be loyal only to Dean?
"Master?"
 Dean groaned. Heathcliff. "What do you want?"
 "I've found something that might be of interest to you."
 Dean turned around just as Heathcliff raised his hand in his master's
direction, the contents lying in the palm of his hand making the demon frown.
"What is it?"
 The butler glanced at a circular object consisting of separate strips of metal
spinning rapidly, with a motionless pendulum in the center. "It will help you
identify him. A member of your army took a much-needed trip at my request.
There, he found a demon who's known about our plight for quite some time. He
established an instrument that could detect any form of the supernatural
associated with God himself."
 "Who was he?"
 Heathcliff shrugged. "His vessel was a Croatian man. Decided he liked the
people enough to walk amongst them as one of their own. He's a prophet for
Lucifer, which explains how he was able to predict the birth of both you and
your enemy. That's when he created that which I now hold in the palm of my
hand. Named it Svijetlo Tranzilo, or Light Finder. If you're in the presence of
an angel, prophet, or . . . the Light Bringer himself, you'll know it, because
the pendulum in the middle will sway."
 Dean tilted his head to the side. "Light finder, huh? Well, this certainly
levels the playing field, now doesn't it? But how do we know if he's even
around here?"
 Heathcliff grinned. "I have word that the person you seek resides in Selma.
Shouldn't be long before you find him."
 Dean was hard. Or, at least, he could feel himself getting hard. It must have
been the adrenaline. The knowledge that he was finally on the right track sent
such a wave of lust flowing through him that it was hard to focus on anything
other than the arousal flowing through his tainted veins. "This is excellent
work, Heathcliff. I think it calls for a celebration, don't you? "
"Absolutely."
Dean smiled. "I'm glad you feel the same way. Go fetch me the boy. It's been a
couple of weeks since I've dipped my wick in that lubed up hole of his."
 Heathcliff's chuckle was short-lived. "I thought you said he needed space?"
Dean's smirk evaporated. He'd been in such a state of euphoria that he'd
completely forgotten all about his little dilemma with Sammy. "Oh, fuck. Bring
him here against his will if you have to. It's about time I got to the bottom
of whatever is going on with him myself."
The bulter left Dean alone with his thoughts. With the little matter of the
Light Bringer resolved for the time being, the only thing left was Sam. The
demon wasn't sure what was going on with the child, but desperate measures had
to be taken in order to prevent him from thinking he had any freedom apart from
Dean whatsoever. He would set a romantic tone for the boy, make him believe
that the only thing Dean wanted was to fuck, and when he had him right where he
wanted him, he'd simply slip a special serum in little Sammy's drink that will
enable him to finally get what he wants badly enough to kill for . . . he'd get
the truth.
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 Sam could feel the rhythm of the music vibrating through his bones, forcing
the movement of his waist as he swayed provocatively to the sensual beat
blasting from the speakers. He could feel the eyes of every man in the room on
him, and some of the ladies as well. The thought sent a spike of power surging
within him, making him feel like he could command every person in the room to
do his bidding with just a quick sashay of his hips. Drunk on vodka, his vision
blurred in an array of color ranging from light to dark, each one blending
together to form the most beautiful vision.
 The presence of Meg and Aimee were not lost on the intoxicated boy, and he
could feel Meg's body beneath his hands as he grinded up against her, with
Aimee behind him licking at his earlobe. Somewhere deep down, he knew he
shouldn't be doing any of this, that something about this scene was terribly
wrong, but he just couldn't help himself. He hadn't felt this good in as long
as he could remember, and he would be damned if he was going to throw it all
away now. For what? So he could brood over the mess his life had become? So he
could busy himself with responsibility, honor, and code? Fuck that. Tonight, he
wanted to forget it all and just have a good time.
 Time passed by fast, so fast that he barely registered leaving the dance floor
until he found himself in a dark corner of the club with both of the girls. The
first thing he noticed was Meg's back rubbing against the wall, both of her
legs wrapped around Sam's waist as he slid his cock in and out of her slowly,
making her moan loudly with every inch he fed her dripping pussy.
He was fucking her. He could see that now, but he couldn't stop. It just felt
so good, so right. Burying himself in that tight heat gave him more of that
power he could feel himself craving. Her moans only intensified his need to
dominate her, and he let out a growl as her inner walls clenched around him,
alternating his thrusts in an effort to draw out her orgasm as long as he
could.
 "Sam!" Meg cried out. "Oh, fuck, I'm coming! I'm coming!"
 The entire time he was screwing his friend, he could hear Aimee's dirty words
echoing loudly in his intoxicated ears, whispering her desire for him in such a
way that he threw Meg aside before she'd gotten through the aftershocks of her
climax, positioning Aimee in her place.
 The first slide in made both of them groan. Staring into her eyes, he licked
at her lips and began to thrust slowly, intimately. Their tongues tangled
together as he screwed her up against the wall, relishing in her sighs of
pleasure. She was murmuring to him now, so low that he could barely hear her
through the music.
"Do you feel that? Feel that little . . . wet cunt wrapping around your dick so
snug? Feel that power through your veins, Sam? Isn't it wonderful the way your
cock is fucking that pussy like you own it?"
Sam's groans only spurred her on. "You can have this all the time, Sammy. Who
needs Dean when you've got this? Fuck that pussy, baby. Take it all, Sam. You
don't need him. You don't need anyone. All you need is what's right in front of
you: a nice, wet, tight cunt squeezing you so fucking good. Fuck it, Sam. Show
it who owns it."
The sight of his dick ramming in and out of her was too much for him. Her words
were too much for him. The thrill of being so utterly . . . dominant over
another human being was too much, and he could suddenly see why Dean was the
way he was, why the power enveloped his very being and turned him into such a
commanding presence, bending everyone to his will like they were beneath him.
Sam wanted that. He didn't know why he felt the need. Maybe it was the booze,
maybe it was the music, maybe it was the mind-blowing orgasm he could feel
building from someplace deep inside. Whatever the reason, he wanted that power,
and he wanted it now.
Sam felt his fingers clench in Aimee's hair before he saw it happen, tilting
her head upwards and exposing her throat. Leaning in, he bit her hard enough to
draw blood, and her scream of pleasure/pain was what inevitably sent him over
the edge. He pulled out just before he climaxed, spraying her pussy with his
come. Before it could end, he thrust inside her once more, chuckling at her
cries of ecstasy.
 "Come for me," he whispered. "Come on daddy's cock."
 Aimee threw her head back and sobbed Sam's name, adding fuel to the child's
already intoxicating power trip. Her pleasure was written all over her face,
leaving Sam so mesmerized by what he'd done that he didn't see Alistair and
Azazel smirking down at the scene before them from atop the balcony looming
over the club, entirely pleased with the unexpected dive Sam had taken into the
darker side of human nature.
 "Well, I'll be damned," Azazel grinned happily. "That kid really does know how
to party."
 "You were right to bring her back," Alistair chimed in. "I just didn't see it
until now. So, what happens after this?"
 "Nothing. We let nature take its course. We might not need to separate the
boys if Sam continues on his downward spiral into his own demise. If we can get
him to turn evil, then he won't get in the way. We'll have turned God's most
powerful weapon against him, leaving him powerless to stop us. I will say
though . . . it will be nice to see how Dan reacts to all of this."
Alistair laughed.
It really was turning out to be one hell of a night.
End Notes
     Well hello there lovely readers! I've had this story (the first story
     I've ever written) on another site for a while now and thought I'd
     spread the love around because I'm just that kinda girl. It is my
     first one (even though I've written more since then) so if it's not
     the best thing you've ever read, you know why. Warnings include:
     mentions of extreme underage, dub-con, non-con, and violence. If
     these things bother you then you might want to skip this one. I
     always love hearing back from you all so don't be afraid to leave a
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