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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Supernatural
  Relationship:
      Dean_Winchester/John_Winchester
  Character:
      Dean_Winchester, John_Winchester
  Additional Tags:
      Non_Consensual, Underage_Character, Sexual_Abuse, Abusive_John
      Winchester, Evil_John_Winchester, Statutory_Rape
  Collections:
      Kink_Bingo_2009_(Round_Two)
  Stats:
      Published: 2009-06-19 Words: 565
****** Falter ******
by Epiphanyx7
Summary
     Dean tries to breathe. It doesn't help -- it still hurts, he's
     shaking with it, but his dad rubs slow circles over his shoulders,
     telling him to relax over and over again. Dean wants - he doesn't
     know what he wants. He wants it to stop, to end, but he also wants to
     make his dad proud, which is why he bites down on his lip instead,
     hard enough to taste blood in his mouth, a hint of copper and salt.
Notes
     Written for Kink Bingo 2009. John Winchester / Dean Winchester. So
     very, very dirtybadwrong. Dean is 15 here, which should squick you.
     I am ashamed of this SO BADLY.
It hurts.
Dean bites down on his lip, trying not to gasp, but -- it hurts.
"It's okay, Dean," his dad says, his big hands curling around Dean's shoulders,
rubbing gently. "Just -- breathe, okay, justbreathe..."
Dean tries to breathe. It doesn't help -- it still hurts, he's shaking with it,
but his dad rubs slow circles over his shoulders, telling him to relax over and
over again. Dean wants - he doesn't know what he wants. He wants it to stop, to
end, but he also wants to make his dad proud, which is why he bites down on his
lip instead, hard enough to taste blood in his mouth, a hint of copper and
salt.
"There we go," John says, and his hands slide down, cupping Dean's ass and
lifting him a little bit, moving him on John's cock. "There we go, Dean." His
eyes are closed, legs bent and braced down on the bed.
On top of him, knees on either side of his father's body, trembling and scared
and wishing he were somewhere else, Dean wants to cry. His fingers scratch at
John's shoulders as he bites down harder on his lip because it still - god, it
hurts. "Dad," he whimpers.
John whispers "Shh," moving Dean on top of him, sliding in and out of his son's
ass, his cock dragging a little. He slowly shifted them, tilting Dean down onto
the bed and moving on top of him. Legs splayed, staring at the ceiling and his
father's flushed, sweating face, Dean thinks that something somewhere got all
twisted around, he doesn't want this but he can't make his mouth form the words
to tell John to stop.
"Dad," he says instead, his voice sounding broken, high-pitched and so much
younger than he really is. "I... I--"
"You're doing so well," John says, shifting back onto his knees, hiking Dean's
legs up to his shoulders, slicking up with a bit more lube. Then he's pressing
back in, his cock pushing insistently into Dean, and it's almost overwhelming.
"So good, Dean..."
It doesn't hurt, Dean tells himself, trying to relax, even though he feels like
he's being slowly torn apart. It doesn't hurt, it's not that bad, it's just
that it keeps going, more and more, John pressing inch after inch into him.
Every inch feels like a mile, and Dean's gasping and panting, trying his
hardest just to breathe, when his dad finally bottoms out, balls pressed tight
against his ass.
Sammy doesn't do this, Dean tells himself, panting open-mouthed as his father
fucks him. Sammy's just a baby, only eleven years old. Dean's the only one John
will do this to, he's the only one John will touch like this, the only one John
is going to fuck.
"Dean," John says, almost a sob, biting on Dean's neck, rocking into him.
"Dean," and Dean closes his eyes. He can't do anything else so he lies back and
takes it, biting down on his lip, reminding himself to breathe, breathe, it's
okay. It doesn't hurt, Dean tells himself over and over, even though John's
hands on his hips are tight enough to leave finger-shaped bruises, even though
John is biting at his neck, even though John is fucking him rough and sloppy,
his eyes closed and his mouth open.
Dad may love Sammy more, but Dean's the only one who knows all his secrets.
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