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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Supernatural, Wincest_-_Fandom
  Relationship:
      Dean_Winchester/John_Winchester/Sam_Winchester, Dean_Winchester/Sam
      Winchester, Dean_Winchester/John_Winchester, John_Winchester/Sam
      Winchester
  Character:
      Dean_Winchester, Sam_Winchester, John_Winchester
  Additional Tags:
      Puppy_Play, Kitty_play, Butt_Plugs, Blow_Jobs, kitten!Sam, Dom!John,
      puppy!Dean, Dean_as_Duke, Sam_as_Slim, Christmas, Christmas_Presents
  Series:
      Part 3 of Holidays_with_the_Wincesters
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-12-25 Words: 2180
****** Open When Ready (A Wincest Christmas) ******
by MothMeetsFlame
Summary
     For Christmas, Sam gets John a puppy. Dean gets him a kitten.
Notes
     WARNING: Underage. No ages listed, but I picture Sam between 12-14
     for this fic. Also contains incest, light BDSM, and animal/pet play.
     Seriously people, if you don't like this stuff, don't click on it.
Sam woke up first.
Sometime in the middle of the night, his cock had slipped out of Dean who was
now tucked quietly into his side, head resting on his chest. His dad wasn’t
behind him either. Though he didn’t turn around to check, Sam suspected that he
wasn’t in the room anymore.
Sam glanced out of the window, trying to gauge the time from the sun, but the
curtains made it hard to do so. They were deceptively thick, blocking most of
the light from coming into the house. He gave up quickly and decided just to
wake Dean anyway.
He started with a small kiss to Dean’s barely freckled nose. As he got older,
they became less defined and Sam mourned each and every one of them. Soon,
there wouldn’t be any left and he would miss them.
Sam nuzzled Dean awake, laughing lightly when Dean’s first reaction to the soft
touches of Sam’s lips and nose was to run his hands along Sam’s waist and pull
him closer.
“Dean,” he whispered. He didn’t want John to hear them awake before they could
set up their Christmas present. “Dean, wake up. Come on, it’s Christmas.”
“Whatayou doin, S’mmy? ‘S time t’sleep.”
“No, Dean. Wake up. Dad’s gonna be back soon and we have to get his present
ready.”
Dean stretched, yawned, and looked up at Sam, suddenly realizing what Sam
wanted.
“Hell yes,” he said, already on board. “You got the stuff, right? No problems?”
Sam grinned. “None. I ordered them with the card we used in Marshfield a few
months ago. They came in and I’ve been hiding them in my duffel bag.” At Dean’s
expression, Sam added, “No worries, I cleaned and combed them yesterday. We’re
all set.”
 
                                  __________
 
John closed the front door quickly to keep the chill out. He set down the cord
of wood and rubbed his hands together to warm them. It dropped at least ten
degrees in the night and the cold was seeping into the house. There was plenty
of firewood outside, but it wouldn’t do them a lick of good if it wasn’t being
used.
He’d only been outside fifteen minutes, but when he reentered the living room
he saw that his boys had been busy.
Two large cardboard boxes sat in front of the tree now, each tied with bright
ribbon—one blue, one green—and a large bow. A sign was taped to the front of
one of the boxes.
Open When Ready, he read.
He didn’t know what was in the boxes, but he could guess that whatever it was
would have his attention for quite a while. So he took his time and stoked the
furnace to heat the room. He washed up quickly in the kitchen, kicked off his
boots, hung his jacket, and checked the salt lines. When he felt that he was
reasonably prepared to be unaware of the world for a few hours, he set about
opening his presents.
The green one came first. To Dad, From Sam, it said. He took the ribbon off
meticulously, setting it aside to use later. He had a few ideas for it that he
knew the boys would love.
The box, itself, wasn’t sealed. John pulled the panels open and was tackled
immediately to the ground with a gruff bark. Sloppy licks met his face and Dean
yipped playfully.
It took a moment for John to focus on his son, but when he did he understood
completely. Soft ears the same color as Dean’s hair hung down on either side of
his face, moving with every lick. His collar was a simple green leather dog
collar with a single tag: Duke, it said.  
John scratched Duke’s head and loved the huff he got in return. He continued
downward, moving his hand down Duke’s exposed back to the small tail at his
rear. John pulled at it lightly and the groan Duke gave out was entirely too
human. The panting that came after, however, sold the bit.
He left the tail alone for now and continued examining Duke. A new puppy needed
to be cared for properly. He couldn’t do that if he didn’t know anything about
his pet.
John found the cock ring next—a different one than they usually used. Instead
of the thin metal that he was familiar with, this one was thicker. It wrapped
around his cock just as tightly as the last, though it extended to capture his
scrotum as well. Dean was hard already, straining against the ring for release.
John gave an experimental tug on Duke’s swollen cock and music came to his ears
in the form of needy whimpers. He tugged gently a couple more times, eliciting
those mouthwatering whines from his new pup. When he released the swollen cock,
it was only because of the low mewling he heard from the other box.
Duke squirmed under him, shaking his hips to make the tail wag, and bound
quickly over to the box, pawing at it eagerly. He yipped twice at the box and
John easily interpreted the sound.
In a steadier hand, the words To Dad, From Dean were on the tag. John didn’t
waste time on the ribbon. He just swung the box open and braced himself for the
impact of another puppy.
Another pet met him, but it wasn’t a pup. Sam slinked gracefully from the
box—not Sam, Slim his tag said—and wound himself around John’s legs. Black
pointed ears and a furry tail were easily visible. A glint of silver caught his
eye, confusing John for a moment before he realized what he was staring at.
Slim had silver claws extending from his fingers. A low purr came from deep in
Slim’s throat as he moved, shimmying his hips gently as he rubbed himself on
John.
As much as John was curious as to how he could produce such a convincing
purr—he would have to ask Sam later—he wanted to examine Slim just as he’d done
Duke. 
Slim, however, had other plans. In a move he’d learned months before, Slim had
John flat on his back in seconds. He smirked and crawled lithely over John,
still purring. His claws scratched gently at John’s shirt.
Duke growled beside them, angry. He barked threateningly and Slim hissed in
return. The kitten rolled off of John and disappeared quickly into the kitchen,
meowing loudly. Duke pursued him, barking. Soon John was alone in the living
room, wondering what the hell he was supposed to do as he listened to the angry
sounds of his new pets in the kitchen.
“Duke!” he yelled, but the pup kept barking. Untrained then, John noted. He
looked at the boxes that contained his presents and noticed something he hadn’t
before: a book.
Puppy Play: The How-to Guide to your New Pet
It was small enough for John to slip it into his pocket. He didn’t have time to
read it now, but he promised himself to peek at it the first chance he got.
John followed his new pets into the kitchen and almost chuckled at what he saw.
Slim kneeled on the counter, hissing at Duke while the puppy in question barked
at him.
“Duke.” John barked the name. “Hush.”
Neither one of them registered his order.
John decided to take things up a notch. He grabbed the newspaper from the
kitchen table and rolled it in his hand.
“Hush,” he commanded again. This time, the order was followed by a firm slap
with the newspaper to Duke’s exposed rear.
Duke startled and quieted his barking. He looked up questioningly at John who
was gazing at him in disappointment. Duke whined and hung his head low,
ashamed.
“It’s okay, kitten,” John said soothingly to Slim. The kitten sat precariously
on the counter, still eyeing Duke warily as if the pup was going to attack him
again.
John reached his hand out to pet Slim, but hesitated when Slim pulled away. It
took a few seconds, but the kitten moved slowly toward the outstretched hand
and nuzzled it gently, allowing John to pet him. He let out another low purr
and John counted himself lucky to have gotten such wonderful pets for
Christmas.
Duke whined again and John looked over at the saddened expression on his face.
Dean always complained about Sam’s puppy dog eyes, but John was sure that no
one could trump his eldest’s.
“C’mon, Duke,” John patted his lap with one hand, the other still sliding
easily through Slim’s mane.
Duke perked up immediately. His tail wagged excitedly as he made his way over
to John. When John scratched behind his ears, Duke panted happily.
Slim chose that moment to pounce.
John found himself with an armful of kitten who clawed and bit at him, all the
while purring softly. This close, John could feel more than hear the rumbling.
He wondered what it would feel like on his cock, assuming Slim wanted sex with
his play. Judging by the fuckme expression on his face, John was sure he did.
If not, it wouldn’t be too hard to remedy that.
John wound his arm around his kitten and pulled lightly at his tail, jostling
the plug. Slim mewled and wagged his hips slowly. His movements were lithe and
graceful, canting just enough to bring John to his knees.
As soon as the linoleum touched his back, Slim was off of him, replaced by
Duke. The pup lapped eagerly at his face, moving further and further down as
Slim clawed off the buttons of John’s shirt. Chest exposed, Duke nipped
playfully at him, capturing small bits  of skin in between his teeth and
tugging gently. He went back to licking the sensitive marks he made repeatedly,
sending shivers of pleasure up John’s spine.
Duke’s wet tongue moving over him and the low growls of possession that John
knew were for him made him all the harder. Luckily, Slim was on it.
The kitten smirked again when John met his eyes. With one claw, he popped the
button of John’s jeans open and lowered the zipper.
Duke lowered his head to John’s naval and licked over his erection through his
boxers. He tried to nudge them down with his nose, but there was only so much
he could do. John, however, seemed to understand their predicament.
He shed his clothes quickly, tossing them into the corner. His shirt—ruined
now, not that he cared—went first, followed almost immediately by his jeans and
boxers. Once those were gone, his pets really went to work.
Duke captured his mouth in a sloppy kiss. John was surprised to find that his
kisses were opposite to Dean’s. Where Dean was all lips and teeth, Duke was
tongue. He lapped hungrily into John’s mouth and played with him, using his
dexterity to swirl patterns into him.
John’s attention waned when Slim began little kitten licks from the base of
John’s cock to the tip. It was enough pressure that it wasn’t uncomfortable,
but not enough for release. As easily as he normally had Sam begging, his new
kitten had him writhing beneath him. If it wasn’t for Duke’s insistent mouth,
John would be begging. Even with his mouth, he was definitely thinking of
begging.
The next whimper John heard came from his own throat as Slim paid strict
attention to his cockhead. He licked at the dribbling precome like it was milk,
mewling contentedly. Before John could protest Slim’s relentless teasing, his
kitten took him in his mouth. The pressure and the swirl of his tongue had John
struggling to keep his hips from jerking up into the heat of his pet’s mouth,
but the sight of Slim’s tail rippling with every sway of his hips is what did
him in.
Before he could warn them, John was coming into Slim’s mouth. Slim pulled back,
hissing, as the white tendrils of John’s release spewed over his own chest and
stomach. Never before had an orgasm taken him so completely by surprise. It was
blinding.
When he came to, he felt Duke’s mouth on him again, licking up the come now
cooling on his belly. His tongue dipped quickly into John’s belly button and
out again to get everything he could find. Once John was clean, Duke went back
to licking John’s face excitedly.
Eyes droopy from exhaustion, John reached up blindly and fumbled with Duke’s
collar until it was falling to the ground. Slim crawled up beside him, purring
again, and John repeated the motion, letting his collar come to rest beside
Duke’s.
“That… that… just…” John didn’t know what to say.
Sam removed his ears and so did Dean.
“Sammy wasn’t so sure you’d like it,” Dean said.
John chuckled breathlessly, stating the contrary without speaking a word.
“So, Dad,” Sam said. “You think we could, I dunno, keep, um, doing this?”
“Now?” John asked incredulously. He didn’t think he could go another round so
soon.
“No. Just, sometime.”
There was a pause before John answered, “fuck yes.” 
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