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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Supernatural
  Relationship:
      Shapeshifter/Sam_Winchester
  Character:
      Sam_Winchester, The_Shapeshifter_(Supernatural)
  Additional Tags:
      Knifeplay, Bondage, Pain, Implied_Unrequited_Wincest, Hurt_Sam, Blood,
      Complete, Bottom!Sam
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-08-11 Words: 1758
****** Let's Play Pretend Bloody ******
by currybuzz
Summary
     A shapeshifter decides to wreck one of the Winchesters in retaliation
     to being hunted in the best way he knows how.
Notes
     This contains graphic rape/non con between Sam and a shapeshifter.
     Please read the warnings.
“You’re not my brother.” Sam said as calmly as he could manage.
He leaned back against the headboard of the bed, and flinched when his wound
throbbed in protest at the contact. He tried to adjust himself, but the ropes
binding his wrists to the post of the bed were too tight.
“Figured that out a little too late, Sammy,” Fake-Dean said. He turned slowly
from the corner of the room, revealing a knife in his hands.
It was true, too. The shapeshifter had lured Sam away from the motel with his
brother's face and easily knocked him unconscious. Sam should have been on
guard; he knew his father and brother were tracking down the shapeshifter who'd
raped and tortured with the faces of the victim’s loved ones. He should have
been prepared.
“What do you want?” Sam asked through his teeth. He tested the ropes again.
They rubbed mercilessly at his wrists, but he refused to show his discomfort.
Dean- not Dean- laughed and strolled over to the mattress and sat beside Sam’s
legs. “I think you know,” He teased, “I want to have some fun! Like I’ve been
having fun all week before you hunters showed up.”
The knife was trailed down Sam’s cheek without breaking skin. Sam’s chest
heaved along with his quickened breath. He wanted to move away from the
monster, but couldn’t.
“They’ll kill you,” He gasped. “My dad and brother.”
Shapeshifter Dean shrugged, leaned forward, and bit Sam’s cheek until he felt a
tinge of blood on his tongue. As Sam cried out, he laughed and said, “They’re
going to try anyways. Just enjoy big brother’s affections, hm?”
"I know you're not Dean," Sam said.
"Maybe," the monster said, "but it won't stop you from flinching every time he
gets close. From screaming for him to stop in your sleep." He smiled. He pushed
the knife from Sam’s clavicle to his navel, slicing the tip of skin along with
his shirt.
“You know,” Dean drawled as he forced Sam’s legs apart and rested between, “I
would have done it to him. Taken his sweet baby brother’s face, the one he
loves most of all, and… defiled him.” An awful grin of pleasure passed on to
his face. “But. He would have liked it.”
Dean reached around Sam’s smaller frame and cut through the ropes. Instantly,
Sam pushed against him and made to run. Dean rolled his eyes, grabbed him by
the throat and easily pinned him. Sam struggled- quite well, the shapeshifter
thought- but he managed to tie his hands above his head all the same.
Sam opened his mouth to yell obscenities, but his eyes landed on the necklace
dangling from the imposter’s neck.
“D-Dean’s necklace!” He sputtered. “Take it off!”
“Let me think. No. It’s allowing me access to all kinds of memories and
feelings. Like his ones for you.” Dean smirked, pressed his fingers into the
cut on Sam’s chest.
He hissed and bucked, tried to kick. “You’re lying.”
“Stop being a brat,” Dean growled. He yanked the back of Sam’s hair. He took a
moment to appreciate the slender neck presented before him. “I’m sure you know
what I’m going to say next. Be still. Cooperate, even. The more you struggle,
the more I’ll hurt you.”
His words seem to finally clue in Sam to what was happening. He froze;
attempted to keep his tears back.
“Don’t,” he whispered.
“Beg me,” Dean said playfully.
He ripped the rest of Sam’s shirt away. He bent down and bit at one of his
nipples, chuckling when he heard a cry.
“Please!” Sam writhed under him. “Please, don’t!”
“Keep begging,” He sounded breathless. “Keep crying for me.”
He crashed his mouth onto Sam’s, biting forcefully when he tried to turn away.
Sam felt hands on his waist – too tight, too rough- they were bruising him
already. They pulled him up when the monster on top grinded down. It was too
much against his cock - it hurt.
“Oh, don’t muffle yourself now.” The monster whispered on Sam’s lips. “You’ll
be forcing me to take those sounds from you.”
He shifted down his body, biting painfully into the side of his neck. It
elicited another beautiful sound from the boy, and well, they were so
delightful that Dean ran the knife across Sam’s ribs to get an even louder one.
“Stop!” Sam begged. He tried to look at the shapeshifter, but it was still at
his neck. “Please, anything- I’ll do anything, just please stop…”
“Anything?” Dean stopped his assault, pushed himself onto his elbows to look at
Sam. He rubbed the tears on the boy’s cheek with his thumb. The action brought
the knife dangerously close to his face. “Anything… like… letting me fuck you?”
He laughed joyously at the devastated look.
“There has to be something,” Sam said.
Dean sat up. He trailed his hands down the length of Sam’s torso and stopped at
the waistband. “There is,” he said, “It’s in here.”
Dean unbuttoned Sam's jeans, dragging his underwear and pants off him quickly.
“No!” He cried out. Sam began to kick. He twisted, tried with all his strength
to release his hands. A strong slap stopped him. He saw black spots, and his
head throbbed with nausea and dizziness.
“What did I tell you?” Shapeshifter Dean demanded. He covered Sam’s frame with
his own, his hand sneaking between them to grip cruelly at his balls. “It’ll
hurt worse. Now, I don’t mind. I don’t mind at all, but I thought I’d give you
a chance.”
Sam sobbed. He didn’t dare lift his head up. His muscles were strung tight from
the pain in his groin.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered.
“Good.” The grasp on Sam loosened. Dean fitted himself snugly to Sam, kissed
and nipped at his ear as he whispered, “You know… one of the girls… don’t
remember her name. She wouldn’t stop struggling. Kept trying to tell her. She
kept screaming and screaming and struggling, so you know what I did?” The shape
shifter gently grasped Sam’s chin, turned his face to him, “Do you have any
idea what I did, Sam?”
“No,” his voice broke and the monster smiled. He kept fucking smiling.
“I fucked her with my knife,” He said proudly. He switched hands with the
knife, the one that held his chin now pressed the steel to his cheek. “You
don’t want that, do you? No? Didn’t think so. But you’re not like her, Sam, are
you? No, you’re a good boy… aren’t you?”
More tears fell as Sam nodded.
“That’s what I thought,” Dean cooed. “My good boy. My good little brother.”
Sam remained silent as Dean stripped himself. He whimpered when the knife was
put back into his hands and held it against his limp dick. He trembled when it
slide down his balls and behind that.
“I want to cut you,” He said monotonously. He cocked his head, stared at Sam
for a reaction. “But… you’re being such a good boy; I won’t cut you here.”
He sliced a deep gash into Sam’s inner thigh; his cock twitching with the
brutal yell the boy released.
Dean pushed his fingers into the blood and moaned. He grabbed Sam’s other leg
and hitched it up; his bloody fingers finding his hole and began to push-
“No!” Sam cried; his back arched away.
The shapeshifter peered up, amused. Sam shivered, stuttering an apology, but
Dean only laughed, “I like you begging and crying. Do it some more, and maybe
I’ll spend a few minutes prepping you. Won't be so agonizing for you.”
Sam didn’t have time to dwell on his words. He merely cried out when he felt a
finger penetrate him without care. It barely moved inside of him before another
one was pushed at his entrance. They were removed, and Sam’s body nearly sagged
with relief before he felt the fingers push at his wound for more blood.
He whined. He begged. He thought maybe this was having the opposite effect as
promised, because the monster got more aroused with every breath. He humped
against the mattress, laid his face against Sam’s chest to bite and suck. His
fingers moved faster and more ruthless, and Sam felt like he was dying. Like
this thing was reaching into him and ripping his soul apart.
Sam tried to tune it out. He had to. He tried to think of Dean- the real Dean-
his Dean. It didn’t help. He sobbed as three fingers pushed blood inside him
and stroked his insides with purpose.
“I can see why he wants you,” the monster whispered huskily.
He sat up. Sam looked to him, tears never ending. He heard the thing whisper
profanity, grabbing his legs and moving them up, and he nestled himself in
close. He kissed Sam’s mouth. Sam didn’t react.
He bit when he grabbed his cock to position it. Sam screamed against the wicked
mouth as he was violated, tightening up and arching his body to get away.
“Relax,” Dean growled. Sam didn’t.
He grabbed his hair harshly, kissed sloppily against his mouth. “I said to
fucking relax!” Sam couldn’t- not with these hands bruising him.
“Fine,” he heard it hiss, “tighter for me.”
Dean forced himself in.
Sam tried to look away. He was everywhere, though. Pressed tight against him.
Every inch of his skin was burning. And he just pushed in closer.
Sam whimpered, and cried, and bled. He didn’t stop. Just rutted inside until he
had his completion.
The shapeshifter was done; he pulled out and smiled. It looked just like Dean's
carefree beautiful smile. Sam stared. He didn’t even tremble when the familiar
hands ran up his body to caress at his face.
“Good boy,” he whispered, and he kissed him. It was soft. Tender, even. It
tasted worst out of all the kisses.
He undid the binds, but Sam didn’t move to run away. The monster with Dean’s
face rubbed at his wrists, licked the blood on his neck, and eventually left.
Sam didn’t know how he mustered the energy to move, but he did. He had to get
out of here… wherever that was. He had to get home.
I won’t let this dictate mine and Dean’s relationship, he thought. I won’t give
the shapeshifter the satisfaction. I won’t give him what he wants. I won’t.
When Sam got home, Dean began to yell ‘where the hell where you?!’. He stopped,
because his little brother was beaten and bruised and limping. He reached out
for him.
Sam flinched.
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