On and On Chapter 4
Title: On and On
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: R
Summary: A long con is where you get someone to do something for you by making them think it's their idea,
and that's exactly what Sam Winchester intends to do. He may not be whole, may not be the one Dean wants, but he'll have him...one way or another. Spoilers for Season 6
On and On
Chapter 4: And they were all yellow
“Dean…my Dean…my everything.” Sam kissed his way down his chest as his hands were bound on either side. “I love you, my pretty little hunter.” He taunted, coming up to his face, trailing the thin butterfly knife up his body as he went, making feather light slashes against his flesh. “All tied up and nowhere to go.” He hissed as Sam drew patterns on his chest, leaning in to lick up the blood as he did.
“Go fuck yourself Sam!” Dean hissed, causing the tongue licking along his flesh to dig into his skin.” He cried out at the pain from the wound, as he thrashed in his bindings.
“Even after all this time…you still have some spunk in you.” He teased, looking up and flashing his yellow eyes. “Perhaps killing some more of your friends will do the job this time.” He leaned in, kissing at his face with blood stained lips. “Bobby this time?” He licked his lips, using his arm to wipe his blood-smeared face. “Or maybe Cas, he would be so very…very fun to play with.”
“You don’t have to do this Sam.” Dean tried, the hefty plea he’d been trying for months to no avail. “You can go back to the way things were…I’ll be there for you…I’ll do anything.”
Sam actually laughed at that. “This tired line again, baby?” He kissed him on the lips as Dean jerked his head away. “You should have thought of that ages ago when you made me what I am…now Dean…it’s far too late.” His eyes practically shone with that hateful yellow glint. …Oh yes, it was far too late.
~*~
Dean jerked awake, groaning as he rolled over in the bed, burying his face in the pillow. That fucking dream again. Not always the same, but with the same theme. Sam…and those fucking eyes. He had been having it for weeks now, ever since that day in the motel when he had finally given in to his brother, and now it was all he could ever think about. It was because of those damn eyes that he had said yes in the first place when all he had been screaming was ‘no no no’
He had seen something in Sam’s eyes then, well beyond the crazy madness, although that was present as well. In his anger, that shouldn’t even exist in a soulless being, his eyes had flashed…and they had flashed yellow.
He didn’t know why they had, only that they had. It seemed even after four years they couldn’t escape that yellow-eyed son of a bitch. He had poisoned Sammy when he was a baby, and now there was nothing left of his brother. There was no soul, just demon blood coursing through him and providing the vaguest of emotions, just enough to taint Sam into thinking that that’s all that he had. Sam had always had anger, but never had Dean known without a doubt that that anger had to be coming from somewhere else. He didn’t have a soul after all, where else could it be coming from except for the blood inside him, and if it wasn’t that…then that meant it was all Sam, and that was something he wasn’t quite ready to deal with yet. Not when he was sharing his bed.
The morning after had been hard, especially after the first of the dreams, but he had gotten through it, because as long as Sam was happy, he didn’t need to worry about that little problem. At first the feel of this Sam’s hands on his skin sent a shiver of revulsion down his spin, he practically had to shut his eyes to get through it. Now though…it was getting easier. Sam still had to force the issue every time, his awkward means of seduction drawing him to bed, but Dean no longer put up resistance. Hell, sometimes he even actively participated. After they had ganked the asylum ghost he had even dropped to his knees like a whore in the graveyard, Sam’s cock in his mouth as they reveled in their victory.
“Dean.” The hunter practically jumped a foot in the air at the sound of the voice, twisting in the sheets as he scrambled to cover his waist. Seriously, did he ever knock!?
“Cas!” He exclaimed, looking around the room that he and Sam had all but wrecked last night. The mirror was busted, there were clothes everywhere, the nightstand was broken, and let’s not even get started on the bed.
The angel was looking around, examining the room with careful calculations like he did everything. “Why does it smell like Vaseline and shame in here?” He asked dispassionately, and Dean sunk in the bed, covering his face as he thought he might die in shame. How could the angel just say shit like that?
“I got laid Cas…you might try it.” He left it at that, never mind telling him just who had done the honors. “What are you doing here? We didn’t call you.”
“Where’s Sam?” Castiel asked, completely ignoring the question. “I need to talk to the both of you.” Dean was feeling more than a little exposed as the angel stared at him, eyes actually trailing down his naked chest.
Cas actually posed a good question though, where was his brother? He was used to not waking up to Sam, the man getting to restless in the morning hours to entertain the thought of holding Dean any longer, but he was usually still in the motel room, showering or eating breakfast. “I don’t know.” He answered honestly, eyes widening when Cas sank down into the bed next to him. “Cas, what the hell are you doing?” Not that he was exactly shy about his body, but he was buck naked underneath this sheet, and the angel was sitting awfully close to him.
“Waiting for Sam to get back.” He said without emotion, looking at Dean as if he had sprouted another head for even asking. Honestly, he thought Castiel and Sam would get along swimmingly; they both had no sense about anything. “How is Sam? Has he adjusted yet?”
“To not having a soul?” Dean asked with almost alarmed cynicism, and at Cas’s nod he actually shook his head. “No, I just don’t think he’s gotten used to it yet. …Maybe once he wears the feeling in like a new pair of jeans he’ll be just okey dokey.”
“Well that’s good to hear.” He really needed to teach him sarcasm. More importantly, he really needed to get up and get some clothes on before…
“What’s good to hear?” Sam asked, walking through the door. Dean’s breath immediately hitched as he took in the situation, eyes scanning over Dean’s naked flesh, to where Cas was sitting only a hair’s breath away. His voice had been calm, but Dean knew better. There was a madness in Sam’s eyes now, hard to spot, but then again he knew everything about his brother.
“That you’re not psychotic yet without your soul…I was sure you would be.” Castiel replied, and Dean winced a little more.
“Thanks Cas, you’re helping out a ton.” He shook his head, before turning to Sam. “He just appeared right as I woke up. He said he wanted to talk to us.” Sam walked further into the room, throwing down the keys as his eyes never left Dean’s.
“Did he?” He asked, head tilting. “Convenient.” His eyes held warning of punishment, and Dean’s mind flashed to his dream as he shuttered, turning away. …It was a mistake. “Castiel, get off the bed and away from my naked brother…you’re making him uncomfortable…and you’re making me irritable.”
Castiel turned to him, once more looking down his body. “You’re naked?” Dean blushed and looked down, not even having to look up to see Sam’s murderous gaze.
“Yeah dude…so maybe you should move to the other bed.” Shrugging, Castiel got up, not sensing how the air in the room was practically suffocating. He paced to the other side of the room, striding past Sam who had eyes only for Dean.
“I think I may have found an Alpha, but I don’t know if I should reveal the information. I do not like the idea of the two of you working for a demon.” Sam scoffed, slinking down on the bed in the spot Castiel had just abandoned. Dean’s skin was crawling to scoot away.
“As opposed to working for angels? Yeah that worked well in our favor.” He said sarcastically, hand sliding underneath the sheet discretely as he did.
“Your anger is understandable, but trusting Crowley too much would be a grievous mistake.” He replied, and Dean bit his lip to stop the gasp that wanted to escape his lip as Sam touched his thigh, squeezing it.
“We don’t t-trust him.” Dean said, voice trembling as Sam’s hand circled around to the inside of his hip, practically making the quiver with need. “We need him, there’s a difference. I would do anything to get Sam back to normal, even work for a fucktard like that.”
“Aw thanks brother…I appreciate it.” Sam cooed sarcastically, hand forcing Dean’s legs apart as he did. They were both staring at Cas, and hopefully the angel was oblivious enough not to catch on. Dean had caught on a while ago though, and he knew for sure that Sam sure as hell didn’t ‘appreciate’ that comment. Especially by how his hand squirmed to his fucked out entrance, his fingers not hesitating in pushing inside.
“Shit…” He couldn’t help but whine, earning a small smirk from Sam and a glance from Cas. “Shit this is terrible.” He covered with, turning to glare at Sam. “Being blackmailed by a demon and every…oh my god.” His back arched as those fingers inside him twisted, his inside still warm and wet from last night. “Everything.” He finally finished with, banging his head against the wall as he tightened his legs, trapping Sam’s hand in his thighs and trying to get him to stop…it didn’t work.
“I agree…it is terrible.” Castiel raised an eyebrow. “Are you alright Dean? You look a little flushed.”
“Fine.” He croaked as Sam’s skillful fingers found his prostrate, stroking at it. He was hard and aching by this point as he grabbed the pillow next to him, placing it over his lap and clenching it hard in his fists. “The A-alpha Cas…what about the Alpha?” His stomach muscles clenched as he practically bowed over.
“Castiel, my brother isn’t feeling too well.” Sam said impatiently, as if he were talking to a child. “Why don’t you leave and come back later to discuss this Alpha business. Say…7:00?” He asked politely, but his eyes were cold as stone. Dean was practically incoherent at this point, Sam wouldn’t let up on his assault, and if the angel didn’t leave right now he was going to come despite of his presence.
“Yeah Cas…” He panted, face flushed and sweating. “Not feeling…not…not…” He couldn’t finish as he fell forward, and not even Cas’s obliviousness was great enough to mistake that for anything other than what it was. He couldn’t see him, but he could almost feel the reproachful glare.
“You heard him angel, get the fuck out.” Sam actually hissed this time, and Dean heard arguing above him, but honestly he couldn’t even distinguish voices this time as he crouched in on himself, toes curling as he cried out, his orgasm about to hit him. …Which of course is the time the fingers withdrew.
“Are you kidding me?” Dean practically yelled, sitting up to yell at Sam, but stopped at what he saw. “Oh shit.” Sam was shaking by this point, fingers rubbing together from the wetness inside of Dean. “Sammy…what the hell?” He tried to say calmly, doing everything in him now a days to keep Sam’s anger at bay.
“What did I tell you about that angel?” His voice was steady like it always was, and yet Dean could have sworn his hazel eyes were specked with gold.
“He just appeared Sam, and what the hell was that? Do you want him to know we’re fucking?” He growled, but once more regretted it when it caused Sam to pounce, forcing him further into the bed as he crawled on top of him.
“I want the world to know we’re fucking.” Sam growled darkly, leaning in to bite at his skin. “I’d mark up every inch of you, tattoo my name across you if you’d allow it. I’d cut out every eye that glanced at you, every tongue that spoke to you, and every dick that twitched because they desired you.” He reached down, unbuttoning his jeans. “They can keep their noses though.” He breathed, removing himself from his pants as he rubbed his hardness across Dean’s thighs. “Because I want to cum so hard inside you that even humans will be able to smell my scent and know you’re mine.” And just what was a person supposed to say to that?
Apparently Sam didn’t need a reply, because instead of waiting he pushed inside his already sloppy wet center, moaning at the apparent feeling of it. Dean held him while he began thrusting, his pleasure renewed at just feeling him inside. Sam whispered filthy endearments in his ear, and Dean turned away like he always did, imagining that it was really his Sam and now this robot replacement.
“I want to put his head on a spicket. His thoughts are only of you.” His thoughts? Dean turned to glance at Sam, but as he thrust right up against his prostate the words died in his throat and turned into a groan.
His thrusts became harder, more desperate. “I want you every moment of the day like this.” He kissed him, tongue thrusting mercilessly into his mouth. “We should stop hunting and you can just become my sex slave.” He teased. “Would you like that baby? To have me inside you all the time?”
“Yeah Sammy.” Dean breathed, not really knowing what he was agreeing to, but just needing for Sam to shut up.
“Of course you do.” He reached between them, grabbing at Dean’s swollen cock. “My good little whore.” Dean cried out, coming between them as Sam thrust roughly, coming soon after.
Dean whined low in his throat as Sam pulled out of him, his hole rough and abused from serving to relieve his brother’s frustrations. “That angel is going to lead us to an Alpha…that’s the only reason I didn’t kill him.”
Sam rolled off him, getting up and zipping his pants back up. “Well there’s that…” Dean said, ignoring the insanity spewing from his brother’s lips. “Or there’s the fact that you don’t know how to kill an angel.”
“I could find a way.” He leaned in, kissing Dean. “I’m very productive when I put my mind to it.” His hand trailed down his body. “Now why don’t you go take a shower and we’ll eat…and then we’ll meet back up with that troublesome angel.”
Dean turned over, rubbing his face in the pillow as he thought of the hopelessness of his situation. “Whatever you say Sammy.”
~*~
Dean pulled on his sleeve as they sat in the diner. He had called Castiel 20 minutes ago and asked if he could meet them there. He wasn’t really all that surprised when he appeared next to him in the seat, but that didn’t stop him from glancing around to see if any of the other patrons had seen. Thankfully, nobody looked their way.
“Nice to see you again Cas.” He greeted, looking across him from where the angel had thankfully appeared near Sam. He didn’t think he could handle another scene like this morning. He was surprised Castiel had even shown up at all. “Look, sorry about earlier, hope you didn’t get the wrong impression.”
“Impression?” Castiel asked, glancing first at Sam and then back to Dean. “Sam just said that you’re stomach hurt and crudely mentioned that you needed to defecate…did something else happen?” Dean snorted, taking a drink of his coke. He must have missed that part of the conversation, though he supposed at that moment he did have three of his brother’s fingers inside him, so as far as excuses went he supposed he had a good one.
“No no…that’s exactly what happened.” He said, glowering at Sam. “I just needed to poop. So tell us about this Alpha, Cas.” Sam was smiling at him though, and he hated himself a little for the breath of warmth in his stomach. It looked so much like his old Sammy that he didn’t stop himself from smiling back. Oh god…he had turned into a fawning lovesick teenager.
“It is a witch. The oldest one I have ever heard of.” Fucking witches…he hated them, and an Alpha witch?
“Wait, is that even possible? Witches are just nasty skanks that pray to demons, how can there be an Alpha?” Castiel’s eyebrows furrowed as he thought.
“I told you I didn’t know if she was one, only that she was the oldest. She did a spell for immortality back when such things were possible, and in over 2000 years, as far as I can tell, she has not died.”
“2000 years?” Dean asked, eyes wide. “Did he just say 2000 years?” He asked Sam. “As in Christ times?”
“Castiel’s right, she could be an alpha.” His eyes were far away as he planned, his forehead creased as he was in his own head.
“I’m going to hate this…I just know it.” He complained. He didn’t like normal witches, let only B.C. witches.” He grumbled, taking another drink of his coke. “Alright Cas, where do we find this bitch, and how do we gank her?”
~*~
A.N- Oh look at my story getting a plot and everything like that. It’s growing up! And Sam…well he’s a bit crazy…I don’t see that changing. Thanks for reading!
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: R
Summary: A long con is where you get someone to do something for you by making them think it's their idea,
and that's exactly what Sam Winchester intends to do. He may not be whole, may not be the one Dean wants, but he'll have him...one way or another. Spoilers for Season 6
On and On
Chapter 4: And they were all yellow
“Dean…my Dean…my everything.” Sam kissed his way down his chest as his hands were bound on either side. “I love you, my pretty little hunter.” He taunted, coming up to his face, trailing the thin butterfly knife up his body as he went, making feather light slashes against his flesh. “All tied up and nowhere to go.” He hissed as Sam drew patterns on his chest, leaning in to lick up the blood as he did.
“Go fuck yourself Sam!” Dean hissed, causing the tongue licking along his flesh to dig into his skin.” He cried out at the pain from the wound, as he thrashed in his bindings.
“Even after all this time…you still have some spunk in you.” He teased, looking up and flashing his yellow eyes. “Perhaps killing some more of your friends will do the job this time.” He leaned in, kissing at his face with blood stained lips. “Bobby this time?” He licked his lips, using his arm to wipe his blood-smeared face. “Or maybe Cas, he would be so very…very fun to play with.”
“You don’t have to do this Sam.” Dean tried, the hefty plea he’d been trying for months to no avail. “You can go back to the way things were…I’ll be there for you…I’ll do anything.”
Sam actually laughed at that. “This tired line again, baby?” He kissed him on the lips as Dean jerked his head away. “You should have thought of that ages ago when you made me what I am…now Dean…it’s far too late.” His eyes practically shone with that hateful yellow glint. …Oh yes, it was far too late.
~*~
Dean jerked awake, groaning as he rolled over in the bed, burying his face in the pillow. That fucking dream again. Not always the same, but with the same theme. Sam…and those fucking eyes. He had been having it for weeks now, ever since that day in the motel when he had finally given in to his brother, and now it was all he could ever think about. It was because of those damn eyes that he had said yes in the first place when all he had been screaming was ‘no no no’
He had seen something in Sam’s eyes then, well beyond the crazy madness, although that was present as well. In his anger, that shouldn’t even exist in a soulless being, his eyes had flashed…and they had flashed yellow.
He didn’t know why they had, only that they had. It seemed even after four years they couldn’t escape that yellow-eyed son of a bitch. He had poisoned Sammy when he was a baby, and now there was nothing left of his brother. There was no soul, just demon blood coursing through him and providing the vaguest of emotions, just enough to taint Sam into thinking that that’s all that he had. Sam had always had anger, but never had Dean known without a doubt that that anger had to be coming from somewhere else. He didn’t have a soul after all, where else could it be coming from except for the blood inside him, and if it wasn’t that…then that meant it was all Sam, and that was something he wasn’t quite ready to deal with yet. Not when he was sharing his bed.
The morning after had been hard, especially after the first of the dreams, but he had gotten through it, because as long as Sam was happy, he didn’t need to worry about that little problem. At first the feel of this Sam’s hands on his skin sent a shiver of revulsion down his spin, he practically had to shut his eyes to get through it. Now though…it was getting easier. Sam still had to force the issue every time, his awkward means of seduction drawing him to bed, but Dean no longer put up resistance. Hell, sometimes he even actively participated. After they had ganked the asylum ghost he had even dropped to his knees like a whore in the graveyard, Sam’s cock in his mouth as they reveled in their victory.
“Dean.” The hunter practically jumped a foot in the air at the sound of the voice, twisting in the sheets as he scrambled to cover his waist. Seriously, did he ever knock!?
“Cas!” He exclaimed, looking around the room that he and Sam had all but wrecked last night. The mirror was busted, there were clothes everywhere, the nightstand was broken, and let’s not even get started on the bed.
The angel was looking around, examining the room with careful calculations like he did everything. “Why does it smell like Vaseline and shame in here?” He asked dispassionately, and Dean sunk in the bed, covering his face as he thought he might die in shame. How could the angel just say shit like that?
“I got laid Cas…you might try it.” He left it at that, never mind telling him just who had done the honors. “What are you doing here? We didn’t call you.”
“Where’s Sam?” Castiel asked, completely ignoring the question. “I need to talk to the both of you.” Dean was feeling more than a little exposed as the angel stared at him, eyes actually trailing down his naked chest.
Cas actually posed a good question though, where was his brother? He was used to not waking up to Sam, the man getting to restless in the morning hours to entertain the thought of holding Dean any longer, but he was usually still in the motel room, showering or eating breakfast. “I don’t know.” He answered honestly, eyes widening when Cas sank down into the bed next to him. “Cas, what the hell are you doing?” Not that he was exactly shy about his body, but he was buck naked underneath this sheet, and the angel was sitting awfully close to him.
“Waiting for Sam to get back.” He said without emotion, looking at Dean as if he had sprouted another head for even asking. Honestly, he thought Castiel and Sam would get along swimmingly; they both had no sense about anything. “How is Sam? Has he adjusted yet?”
“To not having a soul?” Dean asked with almost alarmed cynicism, and at Cas’s nod he actually shook his head. “No, I just don’t think he’s gotten used to it yet. …Maybe once he wears the feeling in like a new pair of jeans he’ll be just okey dokey.”
“Well that’s good to hear.” He really needed to teach him sarcasm. More importantly, he really needed to get up and get some clothes on before…
“What’s good to hear?” Sam asked, walking through the door. Dean’s breath immediately hitched as he took in the situation, eyes scanning over Dean’s naked flesh, to where Cas was sitting only a hair’s breath away. His voice had been calm, but Dean knew better. There was a madness in Sam’s eyes now, hard to spot, but then again he knew everything about his brother.
“That you’re not psychotic yet without your soul…I was sure you would be.” Castiel replied, and Dean winced a little more.
“Thanks Cas, you’re helping out a ton.” He shook his head, before turning to Sam. “He just appeared right as I woke up. He said he wanted to talk to us.” Sam walked further into the room, throwing down the keys as his eyes never left Dean’s.
“Did he?” He asked, head tilting. “Convenient.” His eyes held warning of punishment, and Dean’s mind flashed to his dream as he shuttered, turning away. …It was a mistake. “Castiel, get off the bed and away from my naked brother…you’re making him uncomfortable…and you’re making me irritable.”
Castiel turned to him, once more looking down his body. “You’re naked?” Dean blushed and looked down, not even having to look up to see Sam’s murderous gaze.
“Yeah dude…so maybe you should move to the other bed.” Shrugging, Castiel got up, not sensing how the air in the room was practically suffocating. He paced to the other side of the room, striding past Sam who had eyes only for Dean.
“I think I may have found an Alpha, but I don’t know if I should reveal the information. I do not like the idea of the two of you working for a demon.” Sam scoffed, slinking down on the bed in the spot Castiel had just abandoned. Dean’s skin was crawling to scoot away.
“As opposed to working for angels? Yeah that worked well in our favor.” He said sarcastically, hand sliding underneath the sheet discretely as he did.
“Your anger is understandable, but trusting Crowley too much would be a grievous mistake.” He replied, and Dean bit his lip to stop the gasp that wanted to escape his lip as Sam touched his thigh, squeezing it.
“We don’t t-trust him.” Dean said, voice trembling as Sam’s hand circled around to the inside of his hip, practically making the quiver with need. “We need him, there’s a difference. I would do anything to get Sam back to normal, even work for a fucktard like that.”
“Aw thanks brother…I appreciate it.” Sam cooed sarcastically, hand forcing Dean’s legs apart as he did. They were both staring at Cas, and hopefully the angel was oblivious enough not to catch on. Dean had caught on a while ago though, and he knew for sure that Sam sure as hell didn’t ‘appreciate’ that comment. Especially by how his hand squirmed to his fucked out entrance, his fingers not hesitating in pushing inside.
“Shit…” He couldn’t help but whine, earning a small smirk from Sam and a glance from Cas. “Shit this is terrible.” He covered with, turning to glare at Sam. “Being blackmailed by a demon and every…oh my god.” His back arched as those fingers inside him twisted, his inside still warm and wet from last night. “Everything.” He finally finished with, banging his head against the wall as he tightened his legs, trapping Sam’s hand in his thighs and trying to get him to stop…it didn’t work.
“I agree…it is terrible.” Castiel raised an eyebrow. “Are you alright Dean? You look a little flushed.”
“Fine.” He croaked as Sam’s skillful fingers found his prostrate, stroking at it. He was hard and aching by this point as he grabbed the pillow next to him, placing it over his lap and clenching it hard in his fists. “The A-alpha Cas…what about the Alpha?” His stomach muscles clenched as he practically bowed over.
“Castiel, my brother isn’t feeling too well.” Sam said impatiently, as if he were talking to a child. “Why don’t you leave and come back later to discuss this Alpha business. Say…7:00?” He asked politely, but his eyes were cold as stone. Dean was practically incoherent at this point, Sam wouldn’t let up on his assault, and if the angel didn’t leave right now he was going to come despite of his presence.
“Yeah Cas…” He panted, face flushed and sweating. “Not feeling…not…not…” He couldn’t finish as he fell forward, and not even Cas’s obliviousness was great enough to mistake that for anything other than what it was. He couldn’t see him, but he could almost feel the reproachful glare.
“You heard him angel, get the fuck out.” Sam actually hissed this time, and Dean heard arguing above him, but honestly he couldn’t even distinguish voices this time as he crouched in on himself, toes curling as he cried out, his orgasm about to hit him. …Which of course is the time the fingers withdrew.
“Are you kidding me?” Dean practically yelled, sitting up to yell at Sam, but stopped at what he saw. “Oh shit.” Sam was shaking by this point, fingers rubbing together from the wetness inside of Dean. “Sammy…what the hell?” He tried to say calmly, doing everything in him now a days to keep Sam’s anger at bay.
“What did I tell you about that angel?” His voice was steady like it always was, and yet Dean could have sworn his hazel eyes were specked with gold.
“He just appeared Sam, and what the hell was that? Do you want him to know we’re fucking?” He growled, but once more regretted it when it caused Sam to pounce, forcing him further into the bed as he crawled on top of him.
“I want the world to know we’re fucking.” Sam growled darkly, leaning in to bite at his skin. “I’d mark up every inch of you, tattoo my name across you if you’d allow it. I’d cut out every eye that glanced at you, every tongue that spoke to you, and every dick that twitched because they desired you.” He reached down, unbuttoning his jeans. “They can keep their noses though.” He breathed, removing himself from his pants as he rubbed his hardness across Dean’s thighs. “Because I want to cum so hard inside you that even humans will be able to smell my scent and know you’re mine.” And just what was a person supposed to say to that?
Apparently Sam didn’t need a reply, because instead of waiting he pushed inside his already sloppy wet center, moaning at the apparent feeling of it. Dean held him while he began thrusting, his pleasure renewed at just feeling him inside. Sam whispered filthy endearments in his ear, and Dean turned away like he always did, imagining that it was really his Sam and now this robot replacement.
“I want to put his head on a spicket. His thoughts are only of you.” His thoughts? Dean turned to glance at Sam, but as he thrust right up against his prostate the words died in his throat and turned into a groan.
His thrusts became harder, more desperate. “I want you every moment of the day like this.” He kissed him, tongue thrusting mercilessly into his mouth. “We should stop hunting and you can just become my sex slave.” He teased. “Would you like that baby? To have me inside you all the time?”
“Yeah Sammy.” Dean breathed, not really knowing what he was agreeing to, but just needing for Sam to shut up.
“Of course you do.” He reached between them, grabbing at Dean’s swollen cock. “My good little whore.” Dean cried out, coming between them as Sam thrust roughly, coming soon after.
Dean whined low in his throat as Sam pulled out of him, his hole rough and abused from serving to relieve his brother’s frustrations. “That angel is going to lead us to an Alpha…that’s the only reason I didn’t kill him.”
Sam rolled off him, getting up and zipping his pants back up. “Well there’s that…” Dean said, ignoring the insanity spewing from his brother’s lips. “Or there’s the fact that you don’t know how to kill an angel.”
“I could find a way.” He leaned in, kissing Dean. “I’m very productive when I put my mind to it.” His hand trailed down his body. “Now why don’t you go take a shower and we’ll eat…and then we’ll meet back up with that troublesome angel.”
Dean turned over, rubbing his face in the pillow as he thought of the hopelessness of his situation. “Whatever you say Sammy.”
~*~
Dean pulled on his sleeve as they sat in the diner. He had called Castiel 20 minutes ago and asked if he could meet them there. He wasn’t really all that surprised when he appeared next to him in the seat, but that didn’t stop him from glancing around to see if any of the other patrons had seen. Thankfully, nobody looked their way.
“Nice to see you again Cas.” He greeted, looking across him from where the angel had thankfully appeared near Sam. He didn’t think he could handle another scene like this morning. He was surprised Castiel had even shown up at all. “Look, sorry about earlier, hope you didn’t get the wrong impression.”
“Impression?” Castiel asked, glancing first at Sam and then back to Dean. “Sam just said that you’re stomach hurt and crudely mentioned that you needed to defecate…did something else happen?” Dean snorted, taking a drink of his coke. He must have missed that part of the conversation, though he supposed at that moment he did have three of his brother’s fingers inside him, so as far as excuses went he supposed he had a good one.
“No no…that’s exactly what happened.” He said, glowering at Sam. “I just needed to poop. So tell us about this Alpha, Cas.” Sam was smiling at him though, and he hated himself a little for the breath of warmth in his stomach. It looked so much like his old Sammy that he didn’t stop himself from smiling back. Oh god…he had turned into a fawning lovesick teenager.
“It is a witch. The oldest one I have ever heard of.” Fucking witches…he hated them, and an Alpha witch?
“Wait, is that even possible? Witches are just nasty skanks that pray to demons, how can there be an Alpha?” Castiel’s eyebrows furrowed as he thought.
“I told you I didn’t know if she was one, only that she was the oldest. She did a spell for immortality back when such things were possible, and in over 2000 years, as far as I can tell, she has not died.”
“2000 years?” Dean asked, eyes wide. “Did he just say 2000 years?” He asked Sam. “As in Christ times?”
“Castiel’s right, she could be an alpha.” His eyes were far away as he planned, his forehead creased as he was in his own head.
“I’m going to hate this…I just know it.” He complained. He didn’t like normal witches, let only B.C. witches.” He grumbled, taking another drink of his coke. “Alright Cas, where do we find this bitch, and how do we gank her?”
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A.N- Oh look at my story getting a plot and everything like that. It’s growing up! And Sam…well he’s a bit crazy…I don’t see that changing. Thanks for reading!