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works/301756.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Supernatural
  Relationship:
      Dean_Winchester/Original_Male_Character(s)
  Character:
      Dean_Winchester, John_Winchester, Original_Male_Character
  Additional Tags:
      Non_Consensual, Forced_Prostitution, Bondage, Underage_Sex
  Collections:
      Kink_Meme_Fills
  Stats:
      Published: 2009-01-07 Words: 611
****** in the name of vengeance ******
by atimi_(bertee)
Summary
     Of all the hunters John knew and all the sources he tapped, Mark
     Harris was the only one who could come up with the goods.
Notes
     Written for the blindfold_spn prompt: "John whores a twink Dean for
     information on the YED."
Of all the hunters John knew and all the sources he tapped, Mark Harris was the
only one who could come up with the goods. The information needed to track the
demon was stored out of his reach and if he had to pander to Mark's whims to
get the knowledge to avenge his wife, then it was worth it.
True, Mark's tastes ran younger than John thought decent, but it was worth it.
Dean might have protested, then claimed that, at seventeen, he was too old for
Mark, then pleaded with his father not to make him go back there. However, John
wasn't about to send thirteen-year-old Sammy as an offering, and so Dean's
sacrifice was worth it.
This rationale ran through his head on an endless loop as he wrapped tape
around the wrists of his struggling son, locked him in the trunk of the car,
and drove to Mark's house.
Dean would be suitable, he convinced himself. While Sammy was having a growth
spurt, Dean had all but finished puberty and was still the same lean shape he
had been for years, big green eyes and pouting lips that drew the wrong sort of
looks in the wrong sort of places.
When Mark opened the door and smiled at the bound and gagged Dean, John knew he
was more than suitable.
Shaking Mark's hand, he took his familiar seat at the small table and started
to work through the pile of intel he'd gathered, while Mark hauled Dean over to
a cot in the corner.
Focused on his work, John watched out of the corner of his eye as Mark peeled
his son's jeans down, rubbing his covered length against Dean's ass while Dean
squirmed on the dirty sheets, still bound by John's tape.
Looking through reports of electrical storms in Colorado, he heard the familiar
whimpers and moans as Mark prepped Dean thoroughly, bed shaking with his
trembling.
He'd moved onto logs of unexplained power cuts when he heard Mark crooning into
Dean's ear, making sordid promises of how he was "going to fuck you so well,
you'll feel me all week" and how Dean wasn't "going to be able to walk till
he's twenty".
He heard him voice fantasies, claiming "I wanna tie you up real nice, put
little clamps on those nipples and paddle you till you cry", as well as calling
Dean a "cock-hungry whore" with every other breath, but John kept working,
thoughts of the future and the demon dwarfing the thoughts of the present and
the monster.
He did look up when Mark smacked Dean across the (gagged) mouth, objecting
absently that "Hittin' him was never part of the deal, Harris." He saw Mark
hold his hands up in apologetic contrition and tried his best not to see the
tear-streaked face of his son staring at him from the bed.
Notes were made on tornadoes, bug infestations, drainage issues, crop circles,
and smoke sighting, while his informant fucked his son. Pages of his notebook
were filled in neat black ink as Mark pounded into Dean from behind, tugging on
the boy's gag like a horse's bit and drowning out his cries with rough moans.
Both men finished their tasks eventually, leaving John informed, Mark sated and
Dean a limping, fucked-out mess. They shook hands again, business concluded as
always, and John led Dean out, still bound and gagged with the same tape and
cloth.
His notebook felt fuller inside his jacket, bringing him one step closer to the
demon, and even though Dean wouldn't look at him for a week after he'd been
untied, John remained certain that it was worth it.
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