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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      Multi
  Fandom:
      僕のヒーローアカデミア_|_Boku_no_Hero_Academia_|_My_Hero_Academia
  Relationship:
      Bakugou_Katsuki/Dabi
  Character:
      Bakugou_Katsuki, Dabi_(My_Hero_Academia), Sako_Atsuhiro_|_Mr._Compress,
      Bubaigawara_Jin_|_Twice, Toga_Himiko
  Additional Tags:
      Rape/Non-con_Elements, Bukkake, Non-Consensual_Drug_Use, Anal_Plug,
      Cutting, Humiliation, Kidnapping, Blood, Crying, Bad_Ending
  Stats:
      Published: 2018-02-11 Words: 1851
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by orphan_account
Summary
     “There you are.” A voice says, soothing. It echoes in the empty room,
     bounces around so Bakugou can't pinpoint its owner. Feet walk into
     view, the person crouches and a hand shoves its way roughly through
     Bakugou's hair and grips. His head is wretched back and he recognizes
     him.
     “Ready for round two?” He asks.
The first thing he's aware of is the dim light in the corner, a single bulb in
a floor lamp, illuminating the bare gray walls and floor. Then, the silhouettes
of four figures, dark and blurry against the light.
 
Then, as his eyes slowly blink open, they start to focus, and he takes notice
of his surroundings.
 
Bakugou is on the cold hard floor, his legs tucked beneath his body and his
face smushed against the concrete. As a shiver runs down his spine, he realizes
he's completely naked, and a dull ache reverberates through his bones straight
to his core. He tries to move, tries to lift his head to see who else is in the
room, but he can't. His limbs are like lead, his head as heavy as a boulder. At
first, all he can hear is his own labored breathing as his heart beats in
panic, but then someone speaks.
 
“There you are.” A voice says, soothing. It echoes in the empty room, bounces
around so Bakugou can't pinpoint its owner. Feet walk into view, the person
crouches and a hand shoves its way roughly through Bakugou's hair and grips.
His head is wretched back and he recognizes him.
 
“Ready for round two?” He asks.
 
The guy with all the burn scars and the staples from the training camp. That
ugly fucker. And Bakugou tries to open his mouth to call him such, but his
mouth doesn't obey. It falls open uselessly and slickness runs down his chin
and drips where it had pooled inside his mouth. A shudder ripples through him
at the disgusting feeling, and the ugly man chuckles.
 
“Already drooling for it, huh.”
 
Rage burns in Bakugou's gut, hot and nauseating, and he tries to move. He
concentrates all his effort on his legs but all they do is shake with his
exertion. When he tries to speak, all that comes out is a weak grunt. The hand
holding his head up releases him and his cheek smacks onto the hard floor with
a crack.
 
“Dabi, don't bruise his face.” Someone else says from the corner.
 
Dabi: that's the freak's name.
 
He answers, “Not my fault, he should hold up his own head.”
 
The other walks into view, close enough Bakugou can make out his features
against the back-light. Most of his face is covered in a mask, save for his
eyes and mouth, and he wears a top hat. Even through the haze, Bakugou can
sense his eyes hold no warmth.
 
“You had your fun with him already.” The man says to Dabi. “Is this necessary?”
 
Dabi smirks, running a calloused finger down Bakugou's cheek. “Come on, look at
his face. It's just beggingto be drenched, don't you think? Pretty faces like
this... they need to be ruined.”
 
“Yeah,” A girlish voice says from over by the door. “Don't be a buzz kill! I
wanna watch this!”
 
“Whatever we do, let's just do it quick!” Yet another male voice says, strung
high and nervous. Bakugou blinks against the fog spreading around the edges of
his vision. What did they give him? Why can't he move? Dread courses through
him at their words, at the implications of them, but he's not allowed the time
to think it over.
 
“Fine.” Dabi mutters, and his arms encircle Bakugou and lift him up, righting
him to sit on his haunches, calves tucked underneath. It's uncomfortable and
Bakugou is still numb all over, and the sudden change of position shoots pins
and needles through his legs. He can tell his arms are tied behind his back and
when he tries to squeeze his fingers he feels the dull sensation of them
rubbing together. His hands are tied inward, palms kissing each other.
 
In front of him Dabi pulls his pants zipper down slowly, slips his flaccid dick
out, and starts stroking it. Bakugou looks away as best he can, but he can
still see it in his peripheral, can see Dabi's hand moving over his groin, can
see the scarred cock rising to full hardness.
 
And Bakugou wants to puke; fury and humiliation and pity for himself all
swirling through him at a dizzying speed and his stomach clenches. He gags on
nothing, his voice nothing but gasps as his esophagus constricts, and he feels
something else – something inside him, below.
 
And the words Dabi spoke earlier come rushing back to him with clarity.
 
There had been a first round.
 
His asshole clenches around something. Bakugou tries to push it out but
whatever it is, is knotted past his rectum and it hurts when he pushes. He
feels so full – it must be either really big or there must be something else
inside him.
 
Bakugou doesn't want to continue that train of thought.
 
Dabi's voice snaps him to attention. “You're almost no fun, drugged like this.
I liked you better when you had some fight in you.”
 
He's still jacking himself in front of Bakugou and the girl with pigtails and a
sadistic smile comes over into view, brandishing a knife.
 
“Can I cut him a little? Please, please! Just a little!”
 
The man in the top hat places a hand on the girl's shoulder. “Just a little,
but only on the thighs.” He's not looking at her, but over at someone in the
corner of the room. Bakugou follows his line of vision, but he can't seem to
make out who it is.
 
The girl giggles, pumping her fists excitedly at her sides. “Yay! Thank you,
Mr. Compress!”
 
She kneels in front of Bakugou, the knife glinting off the lamp light, eyes
raking down his naked body. Bakugou wants to close his thighs to hide himself
but he can't. Meanwhile, he notices Mr. Compress take himself out of his pants,
his dick already erect. Another man comes up to his right, wearing a full mask.
He's working over his cock, too.
 
The knife disappears from view and a sharp pain erupts across Bakugou's leg. A
sigh falls from the girl's lips, and he drags his eyes down slowly, not able to
move them any faster through the thick sludge clogging up his body, to see
blood welling up from a horizontal gash in his left thigh. The blood seeps out,
running down along the curve of his thigh, and fingers reach out and smear it
around, grazing against his limp, naked dick.
 
Someone above gasps, the sound of clothes rustling growing faster and more
prominent. “Do it again! No, be nice to him!” The unnamed voice says, frantic.
 
Another cut, just below the first. Pain lances from the wound up his spine and
he twitches. This is disgusting. What kind of sick fucks get off to this?
 
The girl brings her blade to her mouth, watching Bakugou the whole time as she
licks his blood up from hilt to tip, a flush spreading through her cheeks and
an unhinged shine in her eyes.
 
“Fuck!”Someone moans, and something hot and wet hits Bakugou's right cheek,
spurts in his hair and along his ear. It stinks, it smells like -
 
Bakugou's eyes water and the figures standing before him – barely perceptible
before from the drugs – blur even further now, until they're nothing but dark
blobs against a dull gray background. His stomach flips and he leans forward
slightly, retching weakly, but nothing comes out. His muscles, his body – it's
too limp and numb to force anything up.
 
“He's crying!” Dabi says, voice hushed in wonder, and Bakugou can hear his
smile.It makes him retch again, mouth falling open and spit rolling down his
chin.
 
“I think he's offering?” Mr. Compress speaks, and before Bakugou can decipher
what that means the blob to his left steps forward and something fills his
mouth.
 
It's warm and tastes like sweat, it's salty and smooth on his tongue. Bakugou
gags on it, squeezes his eyes shut. He doesn't want to know, even if he already
does, deep down. Denial, think of a happy place.
 
But the hand tugging on his hair, forcing his face back and forth on the cock
stuffed in his mouth doesn't let him escape to a fantasy world. Fingers dig
into the cuts on his thighs, a warm sweaty palm fondles his cock and balls,
someone laughs at him.
 
He wants to die.
 
Bakugou's allowed to breathe then when his face is wrenched back. He gasps,
trying to ignore the multiple sensations whirling through him, trying to hold
out until the end. If he can just make it through this, All Might should be
here to save him. Any minute now, someone will come save him. That's what
heroes do, right?
 
Cum hits his lips then, splatters against his tongue where his mouth hangs
open, paints along the sharp curve of his cheekbone and his cut jaw. He thinks
some got in his hair, he can feel it drip down and hit his bare chest. The
numbness is starting to fade but the heaviness remains, and at this rate it
won't matter – they'll all be done before he can fight back.
 
“Hnnn-aaah,”Bakugou groans when Dabi pokes at his eyes.
 
“Look at us. Don't be a brat, it's rude to ignore a lover.”
 
The fingers dig into the crease for a moment longer, pressing the point home
before retreating. Bakugou cracks his lids, fresh tears spilling before he even
opens them all the way. Blinking against the wetness, he sees Mr. Compress
looming tall over him, cock still in hand and stroking violently.
 
“See?” Dabi sounds light with satisfaction. “Didn't I say he'd look good like
this?”
 
Mr. Compress groans, head tilting to the side, hand still working up and down
his length. “You did.”
 
Bakugou can't take it, he tries once more to get his limbs to obey him, to
escape the inevitable, but it's like swimming through the thickest mud. He
manages to shift his knees just a bit and hope blooms in his chest, but it's
quickly overshadowed – with the movement, something syrupy and slick slides
down his taint from his asshole.
 
The fullness deep inside, it isn't his imagination.
 
Mr. Compress grabs him by the jaw then, forcing his face to angle upwards, and
hooks a gloved thumb in his mouth, pulling down. With a grunt he comes,
splashing hot across Bakugou's nose and forehead. A droplet gets in his eye and
it stings so bad, made worse when his eyes shut involuntarily, and he breaks
with a strangled sob.
 
The mingled cum coating his face begins to cool, turning viscous and gummy.
Bakugou tries to bring his tongue up, to scrape the cum resting on it off
against the edge of his teeth – but he can't.
 
He can't do anything.
 
With his eyes still shut, Bakugou hears the rustles of his abusers leaving the
room, the door slamming shut behind them. When he thinks he's finally alone
with his shame, he cracks open his still-stinging eyes, and his gaze meets
Dabi's.
 
Dabi cups his jaw, and the worn pad of his thumb rubs a circle on his cheek.
 
“Now you look perfect.”
 
 
 
 
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hed Dean,
seemed to read his soul by looking at him.
Then Sam dropped his hips and sat fully in Dean’s lap, his tail putting Dean’s
cock at the right angle so the tip slipped through a slicked mess. The warmth
of it along the sensitive head wrung another sound from Dean, he could feel as
Sam’s tail rubbed him through it, slicked him up. The tail uncoiled a few
times, slithering down his cock so a few inches of the end of his dick was
exposed. The blunt end pressed into the wet mess and he felt the slick
smoothness of skin, Sam’s hole leaking and wet as his tail guided Dean in.
When the head breached Sam visibly reacted, a inhuman sound passing his lips
while his pupils dilated wildly, his claws twitching and his back arch as he
sank down a touch.
“Dean, dean,” he breathed, chanted his brother’s name as he gingerly fucked
himself with the couple inches that his tail had exposed. Without thinking
about it, Dean pulled at his t-shirt on his sibling, edging it up and Sam
reached and grabbed at the neck, pulling without any force but the material
ripped like tissue paper under his claws. Dean pushed it off Sam, removed the
last piece of clothing so Sam was completely naked in his lap while he was
still fully dressed.
Sam kept on hand on Dean’s shoulder, used to keep his balance as he moved,
rolling his hips back and forth. The length that was inside Sam was over
heated; the inhuman body was far warmer then a normal person. Before Dean could
decide if it was painful or pleasurable, Sam’s tail uncoiled again and more
then half of his erection slid up into the wet heat. Sam was noisy, making
sounds that weren’t entirely human, mingling them with gasps and moans, his ass
bouncing up with a slow but steady pace.
“I can feel it,” he gasped, voice all throated and needy, “I can feel each time
it pushes in, makes me open wide for it,” Sam looked out of it, his eyes
unfocused as his hips just rocked.
Dean leaned against the wall and just stared, watched through lidded eyes as
his brother fucked himself down on his cock, felt the heat and wetness dribble
down his length, making the tail slippery as it clutched around the base of his
erection still, squeezing and slithering. Dean’s hands left Sam’s waist and
went down and back to cup his pert ass, squeezing his cheeks tightly and
guiding Sam to move with a little more speed, to push down a little further.
Sam whimpered and obeyed, moved how Dean wanted him and his tail moved again,
the thinnest part still wrapped around the base of Dean’s dick, but other wise
his member was free to plunge into Sam as he pleased. And Dean wanted it to go
all the way; he felt a strange need to fuck deep into him, to come bare inside
Sam, to mark up his insides.
The inhuman teenager spread his thighs wider, lifting a hand to brace it on the
wall beside Dean’s head, to give himself leverage to bounce even harder. Dean
felt the stain in his balls warning a climax and he shoved up, grunted as he
did his best to fuck into his baby brother and release a load in him. But Sam’s
tail tightened and it bit into the flesh around the base of Dean’s cock,
preventing him from getting off.
Dean swore, panted for air and pounded into Sam, getting rougher and more
frantic the longer Sam held him off, prevented his from reaching the high, just
on the edge. Sam stared at him now with those golden eyes, smirking darkly and
riding him while Dean strained for release.
“Sammy,” he finally managed, gritted out and his brother made a warm purr,
leaning forward and nuzzling Dean’s face. He pressed back mindlessly, his hands
digging into the flesh of his brother’s ass as he yanked Sam down to meet every
lunge of his hips. “God, Sammy, let me, gotta let me,” it was a near plea with
the edge in his tone.
“Soon, just a bit more, let it build up, a nice big load,” Sam replied, voice
soothing as he fucked himself down on Dean, worked him up and over but not
letting him come until Dean was a babbling mess, gasping and begging, body
pumping frantically into the tight hole of his little brother’s ass.
Dean had not idea how long had been since they started. Sweat was covering his
face dripping down as Sam lapped at it hungrily, his own body not showing the
slightest exertion. Dean’s balls felt heavy and too full, his dick aching,
starting to hurt now as he begged weakly, still shoving up. His motions were
violent now, punishing almost because Sam wouldn’t let him finish. Dean’s
fingernails dug in hard to leave marks while he slammed in with viciousness.
But Sam seemed to love it, arching his back and moaning all the more, watching
Dean while they fucked wildly, less like humans and more like animals.
“Wanna put it all in me?” Sam finally asked and Dean nodded franticly, hips
jerking up hard, the rhythm stuttering as he just pushed in and in. “Gonna fill
me up and put a baby in me?” Despite the haze of lust something in Dean heard
the words and he whimpered, not doubting the possibility.
“Do you?” The inhuman creature on his lap pressed and Dean nodded his head
finally, something in his chest unraveling finally as Sam cooed happily. “Me
and you Dean, we’re gonna have a family, a life together, it’s gonna be so
perfect, just like I’ve always dreamed,” he promised as his tail finally let go
of Dean’s cock, the last little bit pressing in deep. Dean didn’t bother with
thrusting, just grinded himself and felt his vision blur as the sweeping
consumption of his orgasm over took him. Sam cried out, loud and delighted as
Dean came, pumping inside him.
 
When his mind kick started again, Sam was cuddled in close, nuzzling and making
a breathy purring sound, his tail happily slithering along the old floorboards.
Dean rested his chin on his brother’s head, aware of the mess he was in, aware
he didn’t have it in him to try and fight it. this was Sammy, his little
brother. Dean had spent his life looking after him and the idea of going on
without him had broken something inside him. Even if it was wrong, fucked up to
the max, Dean would go where Sam led.
Before morning came Sam guided Dean from the house. Holding his hand shyly and
leading the way with a light almost childish step. Sam was still completely
naked and unbothered by the cold wind that had goosebumps on Dean's arms. His
tail constantly bumped and touched Dean's leg lightly and every so often it
would wiggle along Sam’s own thigh, going obscenely high and after a few times
Dean realized it was pushing his own come back up into Sam’s body.
Once they were a distance away from the old house, long abandoned and in the
middle of nowhere the structure caved in. The evidence of Sam’s latest killing
gone under the rubble.
Dean didn’t look back.
 
He crept in silently, not making a sound as he edged along the empty corridor.
The house was still save for quiet shuffling in the kitchen. Dean was patient
as he moved agonizingly slowly, careful of every single step and freezing if
the noise in the kitchen paused. When he finally made it to the door he peered
around the frame and found Sam with his back to him, working away on something
at the kitchen counter.
He looked far younger then he should have, his body aging so slowly, still all
slim and lanky rather then filling out. Dean edged in carefully, watching Sam
for any sign that he had noticed him. The smaller male looked up once, out the
window in front of him and Dean didn’t fall for it, focused on Sam and not the
two children running around the backyard.
Sam looked normal now. After years he could make his features look like a
human, his horns and claws disappearing. Only his tail gave him trouble still,
uncoiling when he was distracted or not focused on keeping it tucked away. So
Sam wore skirts, curled his tail around his upper thigh and kept it out of
sight. It made things easier as well, that people assumed Sam was a woman; no
one ever thought the children were adopted anymore. Which was good, because
they weren’t and Sam took offence at the suggestion he hadn’t delivered his
kids.
Dean was so close, only a few feet away when Sam gave soft chuckle.
“You realize I hear the impala when you turn onto our road right?”
“Fuck.” Dean grumbled out, but without any heat as he closed the distance and
gave his little brother a warm hug from behind, Sam leaning into it eagerly as
his tail slithered down to coil around Dean’s thigh, after all the years passed
it’s touch no longer even remotely disturbing.
“I saw you on the tv today,” Sam commented lightly, turning his attention to
the apples he was slicing, the pile and pie crust signaling delicious things in
Dean’s future.
“Oh?” he asked, opening his mouth when Sam offered an apple slice before he
could snag one himself.
“America’s Most Wanted. They’re calling you a vigilante hero, I imagine the FBI
wasn’t impressed with the hero part,” he mused and Dean smirked, pressing a
light kiss to his lover’s bare neck and making Sam give a happy sound, tilting
his head to give Dean more room to work.
“No pictures?”
“Not even a description, no one’s interested in the man who hunts the killers
and rapists getting caught for some crazy reason.”
“I’m just providing for my family, if I happen to prefer the worst criminals
around that’s merely coincidence,” he teased and Sam didn’t reply, his tail
snaking up to undo the button of Dean’s jeans nimbly.
“I put it in the meat cellar by the way and I shot a deer on the way passed the
mountains too. You can butcher them tonight and I’ll give some of the deer meat
to the next farm over, they appreciate the free food,” Dean said, his voice
steady loosing interest in his own words as Sam rubbed his ass against the
front of Dean’s jeans, his tail slithering in to wrap around his growing
erection, a feeling Dean always loved.
“Butcher the neighbors tonight for free food, got it,” Sam mumbled, the base of
his tail rising high so his skirt was lifted. Dean gave his ass a good slap for
the teasing words and Sam started and then gave a little coo, always liking a
good spanking. Dean rubbed over the red spot before his fingers caught the top
of Sam’s cute little panties, because if he was going wear a skirt he might as
well go all the way. Pulling them down his fingers moved back up along the
cleft of his ass, the sticky wet lubrication already leaking from Sam’s eager
body. Dean eased a finger in and then added two more, lazily rocking them while
Sam’s breathing lost it’s rhythm and his tail squeezed Dean’s cock in answer.
Sam’s inside was hot, his body temperature was higher then Dean’s and it made
sex more intense.
Looking out the window, Dean caught sight of the boys on the other side of the
huge yard, the dogs with them as they ran around like crazy things and seem
preoccupied with a puddle. Licking his lip he turned his attention back to his
little brother and pushed Sam over the counter, Sam’s tail pulling his erection
free from his jeans and briefs as he stepped in close. With practiced ease, Sam
used his tail to line Dean up, the head pressing against Sam’s entrance before
he pushed in. The almost too hot but not quiet heat making him give a hiss, he
loved the feel of it when he first sank in and his cock hadn’t adjusted yet. He
surged forward and at the same time yanked Sam’s tail off his cock, the feeling
of being filled distracting his little brother enough for him to let go without
a fuss.
Sam made a whine low in his throat but Dean stayed firm, wrapping the tail
around his wrist and holding it there as he started rocking inside the wet
slick heat of his brother’s ass. He was tight from a week without anything but
his fingers and tail, plus Dean knew Sam had good control over the muscles in
there.
“Later tonight you can do the orgasm denial thing to your heart’s content but
right now we do it dirty and quick,” he grumbled against the back of Sam’s
neck, his hips already moving with a slapping edge.
“I haven’t seen you all week,” Sam pouted but his legs spread and balanced
themselves for Dean to shove with force behind it. “Plus the kids will wanna
sleep with us tonight,” he added.
“Tomorrow then,” the elder brother promised and took hold of Sam’s hips leaning
back to stand over his brother and fuck him earnestly, pounding away and
watching Sam’s body jerk with each lunge. “Right now I just need to get off,
missed you and I wanna spend the rest of the day knowing you’ve got my come in
you.”
It was the right thing to say because Sam stopped trying to get his tail free
and whimpered, clawing lightly at the counter while he pushed back to meet
Dean’s thrusts.
“Then put it in me,” he coaxed, eyes look up at Dean over his shoulder, the
pupils loosing their normal looking size and the hazel bleeding into a golden
shade.
Dean knows he won’t last very long. It’s been a week of nothing but his own
hand and phone sex, the feel of his lover’s tight body again a perfect welcome
home. His hands dig into the material of Sam’s shirt, just over his waist as he
yanked Sam back into every slam.
“Love you,” he muttered, voice low and Sam answered with a whimper, his tail
wrapping tight around Dean’s arm in answer. Each time he plunged in he felt
closer to his release, the quick pumps steadily bringing him to the edge as he
grunted. When he slammed all the way up Sam suddenly jerked, lifting from the
counter and reaching back blindly, grabbing at Dean’s shirt to hold him deep
inside as Sam gasped and shuddered, his muscle convulsing as he came.
Dean managed to pull back once, the constriction inside Sam nearly painful and
he lunged back in, coming as he did so, groaning into Sam’s soft hair as he
felt his cock twitching and spurting inside Sam while his little brother gave a
content sound.
 
Dean didn’t give them any recovery time, just pulled out and tucked himself
back into his jeans, even as he struggled to catch his breath. They had kids
and kids had a tendency to pop up at any given second. Sam didn’t give a damn
and he just laid over the counter, letting Dean hitch his panties back up and
pull his skirt over his round perfect ass. Dean looked out the window again and
this time one of the kids looked back, catching sight of him and abandoning
play to run full tilt towards the house, his sibling and the dogs following,
all of them screaming like banshees.
“Stop looking like you just got fucked,” Dean warned his brother, giving his
ass a good hard smack to make Sam jump upright just as the kids reached the
back door.
“Shoes!” Sam hollered at once and Jared nearly tripped kicking them off
frantically before launching himself at Dean. Sam went over to keep the muddy
dogs outside and help Jensen take his own shoes off.
“Daddy!” Jared screeched and Dean grinned, grabbing up the boy and giving him a
spin high in the air before hugging him close.
“Hello my trouble maker, you’ve been good?” He questioned and Jared at once
launched into a full report of how good he had been and everything he’d done
that was fine and upstanding. Dean sat him on one hip and listened attentively
to his son but kept an eye on his younger one as Jensen carefully took off his
shoes with Sam’s help before he approached Dean at a far calmer pace, one hand
at his face as he sucked his thumb while his other gripped his tail adorably.
When Jensen reached his side, Dean bent over and scooped up the tiny boy with
his free arm, both his son’s on either hip. Gently he nuzzled his youngest
boy’s neck until Jensen giggled and tucked himself to Dean’s side happily, his
tail curling around his father’s middle.
“You two look like you were rolling in the mud with pigs,” Sam frowned, eyeing
the muck and dirt caking his children and all over Dean as well now. “Go take a
bath, it’s late now so you can stay inside,” he announced and Jared whined at
once.
“It’s fine buddy, we can all take a bath while mommy makes some awesome pie,”
“Pie,” Jensen echoed happily and Jared realized that a pie was in fact in the
making on the counter and lost his pout at once. “Alright,” he announced, like
he had any real opinion and Sam smiled at the trio.
“Do Harley and Sadie need a bath too?” Jared asked and Dean snorted, “Like
it’ll help those two dirt balls.”
“They’ll be fine sweetie, now go bath like good boys,” Sam told them and gave
Jared a kiss on the cheek before Jensen and then a lingering one right on
Dean’s mouth.
“Don’t be gross,” Jared complained and Jensen giggled into Dean’s neck.
“Parents are always gross,” Sam replied, his tail tickling Jared until he
squirmed. The boy’s own tail reaching to entwine with Sam’s lightly. Aside from
their tails, both boys looked human, but with age Sam figured they’d change,
they needed the same food Sam did as well. For now a few spell charms let the
kids interact normally with regular people and when they were older they would
learn about masking their difference like Sam did.
“Did you see grandpa?” Jared asked as Dean took the kids upstairs for a bath
and the answer was lost in the creak of the stairs.
Sam watched them go with a fond smile, leaning against the counter with his
eyes glowing golden.
Shortly after Sam and Dean helped their father kill the yellow-eyed demon, John
had proven he couldn’t accept Sam by trying to kill him while Dean was away.
Their father meant a lot to Dean so Sam easily subdued him and worked a few
spells until John was completely fine with Sam, seeming to ignore his unnatural
qualities and never saying a word about his grandchildren’s parentage, he was a
doting grandpa to Jared and Jensen. If Dean ever realized anything about it
their father’s strange acceptance he never acknowledged it, blissful in his
ignorance.
Because Dean understood just fine; Sam had his perfect little family and
nothing, not their father, the hunters that occasionally came snooping too
close to the kids and had to be dealt with, or some nosy demon who thought he
had some right to Sam was ever going to fuck with that. Dean understood that in
a way no one else ever could, he knew what Sam was capable of but he was still
there, still beside Sam by his own free choice and that was what made
everything perfect.
With an easy smile, Sam returned to slicing apples for the pie, utterly
content.
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