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Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage Category: M/M Fandom: Supernatural Relationship: Dean_Winchester/Sam_Winchester, Dean_Winchester/Other(s) Character: Dean_Winchester, Sam_Winchester Additional Tags: Demon_Dean_Winchester, Mark_of_Cain, Rape/Non-con_Elements, Dominance, Dom_Dean_Winchester, Submission, Domestic_Violence, Blood_and_Gore, Bloodplay, Blood_Drinking, Blood_and_Violence, Blood_Kink, Serial_Killer Dean, Master/Pet, Pet_Sam, Sub_Sam_Winchester, Top_Dean, Bottom_Sam, Verbal_Abuse, Blackouts, Knifeplay, Non-Consensual_Bondage, Bondage, Rope Bondage, Rape, Twisted, Psychopath_Dean, Hurt_No_Comfort, Hurt_Sam Winchester, Evil_Dean_Winchester, Choking, Collars, Underage_Sex, Underage_Rape/Non-con, Rough_Sex, Rough_Oral_Sex, Rough_Kissing, Roughness, Kissing, Hardcore, Anal_Sex, Anal_Fingering, Anal_Play, Anal Plug, Fucking, Face-Fucking, Sex_Toys, Suffering, Breathplay, Comeplay, Come_Swallowing, Come_Shot, Barebacking, Loss_of_Virginity, Virgin_Sam, Spit_As_Lube, Come_as_Lube, No_Lube, Brutal_Murder, Brutality, Don't Judge_Me, Don't_Like_Don't_Read, Murder, Murder_Kink, Twinks, Incest, Sibling_Incest, Wincest_-_Freeform, Abusive_Relationships, Abusive_Dean Winchester, Smut, Dirty_Talk, First_Kiss, Painplay, Pain, Painful_Sex, Public_Sex, Public_Blow_Jobs, Teasing, Cock_Tease, Cock_&_Ball_Torture, Cock_Rings, Cock_Cages, Cock_Slut_Sam, Blow_Jobs, First_Time_Blow_Jobs, Bruises Series: Part 1 of Sick/Twisted/Evil Stats: Published: 2017-05-13 Updated: 2017-07-25 Chapters: 2/? Words: 2413 ****** We're killing strangers, so we don't kill the ones that we love. ****** by Kinky_Wincest Summary DISCLAIMER !!! By the tags Underage im talking about 16+ Not child rape !!! Yes, this is going to be dark, this is going to be bad, bloody and hot as fuck. You ready ? (Please don't read if you get triggerd by Blood or by Rape) The title is a quote from Marilyn Manson's song - Killing Strangers I came up with this fucked up story after i saw those Videos : Counting bodies like sheep - Alina0405video on YouTube !!!! Dean Winchester | I'm the darkness - MinimalistVideos on YouTube !!!! Notes Im sorry for any mistakes. English is not my native laguage. And again, please don't read if you get triggerd by any of the tags ! Enjoy.... ***** Blackouts ***** It all started with those Blackouts Dean started having, sometimes so bad that he woke up in the car, our in a Motel, no memory of how he got there. He thinks that its all a sideeffect of having the Mark of cain, it has to be, he got no other answer for this, but its getting really fucked up, the last time he had one he woke up in the car with his gun in his hand. He tried hiding it from Sam, of course he did, but this time he needs to call Sam, it happened again and he's alone and confused. Dean wakes up in his car, nothing new, he groans, but then he looks down on him and he is covered in Blood, his hands and his clothes soaked in blood.... Oh god, there is so much blood. He quickly gets out of the car, he's clearly in panic, he pulls his phone out of his wet pocket. “Please work....” Dean whispers, the screen on his phone lights up and he sighs in relief. Dean dials Sammy's number waiting for him to pick up, “Dean ? Its 3 in the morning, what is it, where are you ?” His hands are shaking, “Sam, I don't know what happened, I woke up in my car, I don't even know how I got here, im..- im covered in Blood, I don't know what to do” Dean's voice is shaky. “What ?? What do you mean you don't know ? Are you drunk ?” “NO, Sam im not drunk, please come and pick me up, im scared” Dean never thought that he would say that hes scared of something. “Alright, alright you stay there, try to send me your location” Sam hangs up, Dean leans against the car.... what is happening with me ? What have I done, and why do I not remember anything ? He sends his location and sits down on the street, he stares at the car. It takes Sam over 30 minutes to find his brother, Dean is very far away, what did he mean by he can't remember anything ? Sam is really worried, and scared about his brother, what did he do ? Sam pulls the car on the other side of the road, he gets out quickly and runs over to Dean, the image of his brother sitting on the street, covered in blood, sweat and mud, terrifies Sam. The look in Dean's eyes, its a mix of being scared, and something else... “Hey...Dean ?” Sam touches his brother on his shoulders, the older brother shrugs. Dean turns around, he lets out a soft groan what if cops would have found him ? Good thing it's Sam. “So what the hell happened ?” Dean gets up and rubs his blood covered hands a few times, he looks Sam deep in the eyes and shrugs with his shoulders, “I really don't know, I blacked out, but I wasnt drunk, I swear I wasnt...” he let out a long breath. Sam gives Dean his usual im so worried about you look, and Dean hates it, but he knows that he needs to tell Sam about his blackouts, there is no way out now. “Sam... this is not the first time that this happens” Dean says dry, he swallows hard, he can't wait for Sammy to burst “What ? What do you mean ?” here we go... Dean thinks, “Well like I said it okay ? Since I got the mark I always have weird blackouts, I wake up in other places, sometimes outside sometimes in the car, but I never remember why I woke up there or what I did...” Sam rolls his eyes. “And you think that wasnt important for me to know ? Why didnt you tell me, damn it” Sam strokes over his face, he stares at Dean with his typical bitch face. “Your reaction to it ! Thats the reason why I didnt told you, because you keep being worried about me, even tho I say that im fine !” “You call that fine ? Covered in Blood is FINE for you ?” here we go, unleash the beast. “Shut up ! Okay.. I don't know what happened, and at this point I don't even care” Dean grabs his stuff, hes ready to go back to the bunker, “You can't be serious !!! You don't care that you probably killed someone ?” If Dean had to be brutally honest, no he really dosent care about it. “I am serious, I can't care about that, thats just to much for me, alright !” but of course Sam want's to talk about it as soon as they get back to the bunker. Dean trows his bag on the Table and wants to leave, but Sam grabs his shoulder. “Dean.... come on, we need to figure that out” He turns around and rolls his eyes, he then takes Sam's hand away from his shoulder “Yeah.. you do that, and im gonna go and take a shower alright ? Alright.” Dean turns around, he leaves Sam with his stupid always worried look. After a few hours of researching Sam groans loudly, he found a few things, but thats all just rumors he dosent know if its really true, he hopes that its not. Dean woke up a few minutes ago, Sam can tell by smell of fresh coffee, Sam decides to join him in the kitchen. “Hey, have you been up all night ?” Dean asks, he sips on his coffee, “Yeah uh... I did some research and I found a few things about your Blackouts...” Of course Sam did, and of course he wants to talk about it right now. “And what ?” Of course Dean dosent care about it, but Sam dosent needs to know that. “Well.... you are slowly turning into a Serial Killer” Sam says very dry, no emotion on Dean's face. “I already am, but what else do you got ?” Dean laughs a little. “Dean, this is not funny at all, if you don't watch out you will do something worse” He tries to think about something that is worse then murder, maybe rape ? Maybe both ? “Look im just worried about you, and I don't want you to freak and kill innocent people Okay ?” why not ? Dean needs to watch his mouth, he almost said that out loud and then Sam would totally burst. “You are always worried, and thats your problem, I like the way things are going and im okay with it, I kill people without knowing it ? Great ! That means no memory, and no regrets” Dean smirks, obviously he was joking, but Sam didnt understood that at all, he listens to Sam's bitching about it, and decides to end the conversation by pulling out a knife. Dean's eyes get black and he smirks darkly at his younger brother, it feels like something is controlling him, the mark burns in a bright red on his arm. ***** W.T.F ***** “WHAT THE FUCK” Sam yells, no this can't be real, his own brother with Demon eyes ? His brother with a knife and Demon eyes ? What the hell is going on here ? Dean turned into a Demon ? WHEN ? Sam is full of questions, no answers near. “You like my new style ? The new ME” Dean gets up and gets closer to Sammy, the knife still in his hand. “New you ?? What are you talking about Dean ?” Sam steps back until he has the wall against his shoulders, his eyes tell Dean that he is scared. Dean pulls the knife up and presses it hard against Sam's throat, it would be so easy.... just one cut and his pain in the ass little brother would be gone. Dean licks softly over his lips.. or he just plays with him for a while, Dean makes a small cut under Sam's chin. “Dean... don't... please” Sam starts shaking a bit, Sam would always make himself smaller to survive, he dosent know his own power....yet. “Are you scared ?” Dean asks softly, he presses himself against Sam, who would have thought that one of the nice little gifts from being a demon is wanting to fuck your own brother.. Thats sick and twisted... and so evil, and Dean loves it. “Yes... come on Dean... we will figure things out, im sure.. just please don't do something that you will regret later” Sam says softly, he is more then uncomfortable with how close Dean is to him, this is not how close your brother should be to you. Dean punches against the wall just an inch away from Sam's head “I won't regret anything of this, and you are not in the position to tell me what I should do” Sam flinches, that was close. “You are not curious how you turned into a fucking Demon ?” Sam pushes against his chest to get some distance between them, Dean puts the knife against Sam's throat again. “I know how I turned into this piece of Art Sammy...” Dean smirks, his eyes still dark, his hand starts stroking over Sam's chest, “How ?” Sam asks, he looks confused at Dean's hand on him, how is this all possible ? “Well... while I was having one of my lovely blackouts, thanks to the mark, I killed myself... the whole blood was my own, it was in my nature to turn into a demon and somehow I knew that this would happen when I slice my own throat” “No... don't say that... this was never in your future” Sam says sadly, this can't be real... no no no... his brother is a fucking demon. Sam pulls his hand up to grab Deans hand were the knife is in, he turns his arm around and the knife cuts Dean's arm. While Dean groans in pain Sam tries to get away from him, but Dean is faster now.... he grabs Sam's hair roughly and pulls his head back. “Nice try” Dean's blood drips on the floor, the cut hasnt healed yet. “Dean.... please.... let me go” Sam whines, the grip from Dean hurts like crazy. Dean punches Sam in the face hard, he lets go of Sam and he falls on the floor, looking up at Dean with a bleeding lip, “Dean... please” Sam tries to get up. “Shut the fuck up Sam” Dean kicks Sam in the face, this is his game now, and his little brother wont stop him, he can finally do what he wants.... starting with fucking his brother. “Dean this isnt you ! It's the Demon inside of you.... try to fight it, please...” his lip and nose are bleeding, he pulls himself up to look at Dean, tears in his eyes. “This is me... and your gonna get all of me” Dean smirks bright at Sam, what does he mean with that ?? Dean grabs Sam's hair again and pulls him up. He pushes Sam against the counter, and bends him over it. “Dean !!! NO, PLEASE” Sam tries to fight against him, but he is so much stronger now, no.... this can't be happening, this is not Dean, he is a Demon... this is not Dean, Sam tries to repeat that in his mind, he has no other choice. Dean pulls his shirt over his head he pushes it into Sam's mouth roughly... “I said shut up” he growls behind Sam. Sammy tries harder now, and it amuses Dean so very much, he presses Sam's head down so that his face lays on the counter. Dean leans over Sam, pressing his big bulge against Sam's ass, there is too much clothing between them... Sam tries to hit his Brother, but Dean grabs Sam's arms roughly and pins them on his back. “Stop trying to fight it Sammy, it will only make me harder” He whispers in Sam's ear, Sam flinches again he gets chills all over his spine, he dosent like this... he dosent want this. The older one now starts to stroke over Sam's spine, he lifts his shirt up... he wanted this for so long.... and now he can finally do this without his conscience ruining it. Sam can't fight it anymore.. it's too late, this will happen so he starts to prepare himself for whats going to happen. Sam takes a deep breath, Dean's hands on him feel so wrong, it makes him so sick. Dean grabs Sam's pants and pulls them down roughly, fuck... he as such a pretty ass... Dean grabs Sam's bare ass cheeks now and strokes over them. Sam flinches hard, this is so wrong and it will hurt so fucking badly, he just hopes that Dean won't hurt him too much, he tries to hold onto whats left of human Dean... if there is anything left of human Dean. “Nice Ass Sammy” Dean mumbles and strokes over Sam's hole with his thumb, Sam tries to close his legs and tries to move away again. Dean brings his hand down on Sam's ass hard, this was a warning... and he loves spanking his soft ass... Sam shudders, it hurt for a quick moment but it wasnt bad. Now Dean pulls his own pants down and pushes his thumb inside of Sam, so fucking tight... his dick will tear him apart... and as much as Dean wants that, he dosent wants to have a broken toy, so he decides to work Sam open a little bit. Sam's heart is racing, he never had something in his ass, he isnt gay... he never had any interest in this... but apart from that, it dosent feel that bad... No stop, what are you thinking ? This is your brother... you can't like this, there is no way that you like this, no no no.... Dean smirks softly, he spits on Sam's ass to use this as Lube, he pushes his thumb deeper inside and decides to go with a second finger, it's so damn hard to push his fingers in when Sam is fighting it so hard. Sam tries to beg Dean to stop, but he can't talk.. his whole body feels like it's on fire. He moans softly when he feels how Dean is stretching him, was that a moan ?? Sam... don't start to like this, this is so god damn wrong. Dean laughs softly “What was that Sammy ? Was that a moan ?” he softly pushes his fingers in and out, he reaches around Sam to feel if he is hard... A big smirk fills Dean's face, he is hard... Sammy is hard from his two fingers. This is the best day of Dean's life. Please drop_by_the_archive_and_comment to let the author know if you enjoyed their work!