Chapter Seven
Dean had to admit, tying up Larry on his bed in front of Sam was entertaining especially with
Larry intent on hitting on him. Sam was already agitated and every time Larry touched Dean in
an inappropriate location or made a suggestive comment he seemed to get worse. Finally Dean
had Larry where he wanted him and put on the gag. “You’re going to be a good boy now while
we go hunt your ghost. Sam, Salt.” He grabbed the Salt from Sam and put a circle around the
bed. No ghosts were going to get to Larry now.
By this time, Larry had figured out what they were doing and didn’t look too happy. Unfortunately
for him, plan A had worked out.
When Dean straightened and was finally off the bed, Sam snatched him by his jacket and
pointedly –glared- at Larry. He seized Dean’s lips with his own and attacked them savagely.
Surprised, Dean struggled at first, but when Sam wanted something, it was impossible to resist
him. He thrust his tongue past his brother’s lips and shoved him up against the bedroom door
while Larry stared.
Sam growled when he finally let his brother breathe. Dean panted heavily.
“Jesus, Sammy. Warn a guy…” He cleared his throat and adjusted his clothing.
“Don’t let animals touch you and I wouldn’t have to.”
“You need to work on that jealousy, man. It’s not cool.” Dean told his brother petulantly “Jeaze.”
He picked up his bag and headed out of the bedroom.
While Dean was gone, Sam slid over to the bed and whispered into Larry’s ear. “If you touch him
again, I’ll cut your hand off.”
Then he was quickly after Dean.
*
Dean hefted his shotgun over his shoulder. “So, Larry said that it’s northwest of the house. Sam,
you got a little weird back there, are you going to be able to control this?”
“I’m fine, Dean.” Sam said quickly.
“Dude, if looks could kill, I’d hate to be Larry right now. You know I don’t like this possessive shit.”
“I know.”
“I mean, who can blame you, but Sammy. I’ve already told you. No other guys, I promise.” Dean
glanced back at his brother who just looked busy trying to find a trail. “You’re not going to be
jealous of girls too are you?”
Sam said nothing, he just cleared his throat.
Dean sighed. “Well, you’d just better be willing to take it a few times, Sammy if you’re going to be
all hot and bothered when I’m around women…”
“Dean, can we talk about something other than sex?” Sam requested sharply.
Dean wasn’t sure how to take that question so he shrugged, “Fine. Whatever.” He crouched
down to study some tracks. “This used to be used quite a bit, but it’s overgrown.”
Sam watched Dean track his way in the darkness. He’d always admired his brother for his
uncanny ability to see in the dark. Dean had no problem whatsoever in daylight or darkness. He
seemed to just adapt. In the back of his mind, Dean’s real question ate at him. Did he want to
‘take it’? Fuck, yes. Somehow, it always ended up with Dean on the bottom and his brother never
argued about it before so he’d never had to deal with it. Dean was right though, if he was going
to be jealous, he’d have to be willing. He –was-. It just never ended up that way.
Dean led them through the forest, his eyes tracking what he couldn’t explain. When he was a
boy, John used to purposefully get him lost so he’d have to find his way back again. It was part of
his training and one of the reasons he hated being in the wild. John wasn’t a brutal parent, he
just forced his sons to face reality at an early age. So, Dean learnt how to deal with obstacles
and get past them.
After about a good 30 minutes of walking Dean turned around and started looking around
intently.
“If you’re lost, just say so, Dean.” Sam commented.
‘I’m not lost. Look.” Dean pointed out a pile of wood sticking out from under a bush. “Extra
supplies.” He smirked and reached up.
Dean yanked on an old rope ladder which fell to the ground in frayed pieces.
“Clubhouse” He pointed upwards.
“Great.” Sam snorted.
It was up in a tree and didn’t look safe in the slightest.
“Man the kind of kids who built these are the kind of kids who played Mailbox Baseball, didn’t
they?” Dean muttered under his breath. “Steven King would have a field day with this crap.”
“The fact that you even know about Mailbox Baseball makes you one of those kids who wanted
to be those kids, Dean.”
“If you ask me about Mighty Mouse, I will kick your ass.”
Sam raises an eyebrow, “I don’t’ remember a clubhouse in Stand By Me, dude.”
“Whatever. So, you think that the parts are up there?”
Sam nodded. “Yeah” He closed his eyes. “It all happened here.”
“You scare me sometimes. So you know were the bodies are buried?”
“They weren’t, they were burned.” Sam said softly. “I caught some images from her mind when
she touched me.”
“Perfect, so the parts are up there.”
“Yep”
“I hate Louisiana.” Dean sighed. “Why does this state draw all the psychos? Do we know yet
what’s been taking new parts?”
“I’m thinking him.” Sam pulled out his shotgun.
*
The fight was short and quick. The inhuman creature had been rising from the grave to do the
ghosts bidding. It did not seem to like Dean’s machete when he cleaved its head from its body.
Dark red ooze spilled from the creatures dismembered form and was all over Dean. “I hate it
when they do that.” Dean grunted.
“Uh-huh.” He toed the body. “Time to salt and burn.”
“I’ll check out the clubhouse.” Sam said as he started to climb the tree.
It was Dean’s favorite part of the job, dusting the bad guy. He went through the motions pretty
quickly. “Well, one down”
He called up to the clubhouse. “Sammy, did you find anything?”
No answer.
“Sammy!” Dean called out with a worried frown. He pulled down the rope and started climbing up.
Sam was lying face down on the floor.
“Hey, wake up.” He scrambled over to his brother and drew him to his knees.
“What happened?” He brushed dust from Sam’s jacket.
“Larry… We have to get to him!”
“Calm down, we need to find the parts.” Dean pulled Sam to his feet. His brother swayed slightly.
“This place gives me the creeps.” He shuddered.
“Sorry.” Sam stuttered as he shivered. “I was overwhelmed. Dean, they’re going for Larry, but
they can’t hurt him, they’ll be very pissed off though.”
“You sure you’re alright?” Dean didn’t like how ashen Sam’s face was.
“Yeah, m’fine.” He nodded.
Dean turned around to survey the clubhouse that had been built around the tree. It was old,
most of the furniture dated. There was even a radio and a couple of lumpy mattresses. Dean
didn’t notice Sam raise his hand, hiding the blunt end of a dagger.
Sam’s eyes glittered as Dean fell to the floor, out cold.
Chapter Eight
Sometimes being a Winchester sucked, and this was one of those times. Dean head hurt. He
opened his eyes slowly.
“Ah, Dean.” Sam smiled, “Wouldn’t want you to miss this.”
It took Dean a while to realize that he was tied up, and a few moments later to realize Sam was in
black, silk robe and his feet were bare. He blinked several times. They were in Larry’s room and
Larry was still tied to the bed.
“Sammy, what the hell?” Dean shook his head. The last thing he remembered was getting
knocked out from behind. “You hit me.”
“Yeah, I did.” Sam nodded; he was twirling a black knife in his fingers. “Didn’t kill you though, I
didn’t want you to miss the fun.”
Dean glanced at the ring of salt around Larry’s bed. It was probably the only thing keeping
whatever it was at bay.
“You know he has to die, Dean.” Sam said softly. “His father paid the price. He’s the last one left
who took part in it.”
“His father didn’t kill any of you.”
“Me? No he didn’t kill me.” Sam laughed. “He killed those girls, just by being there and they
deserve to be free of this. He has to pay the final price.”
“What price?”
“Virgin blood, that’s what they needed to bargain for their perfect lives.” Sam glanced at the ring
of salt. “I’m a virgin, Dean. In the true sense of the word, but you know that because you’ve
never had the courage to take me.”
“No!” Dean struggled to sit up. His legs and arms were both bound.
“Do you know they killed the girls while they were fucking them, Dean? Got off on it, drunk,
stupid boys”
“What’s in you Sam? Fight it, please.” Dean was already working his way out of the rope but it
would take time and he wasn’t sure how much time he had.
“Nothings in me, Dean, I just saw their pain and he’s gonna pay.” Sam grinned as reached down
and pulled Dean up by his shirt. “Bet you wish now you had been a bad older brother and taken
what you wanted. Wait. What kind of brothers fuck anyway? You should never have let it
happen. I could have had a normal life, Dean if it wasn’t for you.”
“Wait.. wait.” Dean panted, “This is like what happened in the Asylum. They’ve got to you
somehow. Sammy!”
Sam kissed Dean just then, thrusting his tongue down brother’s throat and commanding his
silence and pleasure in one brutal action. It was an act that demanded total submission and
would settle for nothing less. Dean would have fought it, but he was too stunned. When Sam
dropped him back on the floor he coughed and gasped for breath. “When are you going to just
admit that I control every action you make, Dean. You belong to me, whatever I do. Kind of like a
kicked puppy dog keeps coming back to its master, pathetic.”
He stalked towards the bed and grinned down at Larry who tried to get away from him. Sam
laughed and showed Larry the dagger. “See this? Each girl was killed with it.” He told Larry
softly. He licked the ridges of the dagger head. “I can taste the blood as if it was yesterday, can’t
you smell it?” Sam drove the dagger hard into the bedside table so it would stay there. “It’s your
death you smell.”
Sam pulled open Larry’s jeans.
Dean stared at the bed, still stunned by the shock of Sam’s words. He had to keep reminding
himself that they were just words. It was not Sam talking; it was whatever the spirits did to him. If
he started to blame himself for everything that was happening he would never get them out of
this.
He always had a knife up his sleeve and this time was no different. He’d use the knife. Dean
knew he didn’t have much time.
Sam’s hands found Larry’s cock. He smiled down at the still clothed eighteen year old. “Don’t
even pretend you don’t want this.” He told Larry with a laugh. “I know you really wanted my
brother, but you can’t have him. He’s mine.” Sam began to stroke the hardening shaft in earnest.
“You’re pretty big, Larry, I bet girls have told you that before.”
Sweat was already gathering on Larry’s forehead as he tried hard to resist, but it was impossible.
Sam was way too skilled at what he was doing.
Dean slammed his fist into Sam’s jaw from out of no where. He panted as he watched his brother
drop. Rope was still tied loosely around him but he’d managed to get free enough. “Yeah, I’m
yours. But I’ll tell you one thing else. You’re mine.” He pulled Sam off of Larry and let him tumble
to the floor.
He quickly undid Larry’s bonds and picked up the knife. “Well I can tell you what’s kept the girls
around.”
“What/” Larry rasped for breath.
“Human hair and I’m guessing 7 strands tied around the blade handle.” Dean showed the hilt to
Larry.
“Sam?” Larry started to do up his jeans, flushing.
“He’ll be fine. Probably won’t remember a thing.”
“You and your brother really uh…”
“Yeah.” Dean shrugged.
“That’s seriously fucked up.” Larry smirked. “And I thought my life was weird.”
Dean gazed over at the unconscious form of Sam who lay sprawled on the floor. “I’m gonna un
curse this knife then I’m going to show Sam that he’s not boss. You mind if I use this room?”
“Dude, I sleep here. Why not use my sister’s room? She doesn’t use it, and she has a canopy
bed. It seems like it might be your brother’s style. Sides, the least I can do is offer you a place to
stay, you saved my life and all.”
Dean snorted, “Not often we get to stay in a mansion. I’ll take it.”
Dean unwound the hairs on the knife and salted each one, then tossed them into the fireplace.
Each time there was a burst of light.
They carried Sam to the other room and laid him out on the bed. He was still out cold.
“You know something.” Larry told Dean, “My mum always used to tell me as I was growing up that
I had angels watching over me. I didn’t think they’d turn out to be two gay brothers.”
“Dude, number one, I’m not gay.” Dean told Larry sharply. “And number two; I’m definitely not an
Angel. There is no such thing. They are just spirits who pretend and can’t rest. My mom used to
say that too, and well, my life has been anything but peaches and cream.”
“Sorry, Man. I was just saying. Where’s your mom now?”
Dean tucked Sam into the bed and propped pillows underneath him. “She died a long time ago
when I was a kid, in a fire.”
“That’s rough.” Larry nodded. “I wish I had a brother, I don’t. Just sisters, you look out for him
don’t you?”
“Yeah.”
“No matter what he does or says?”
“No matter what.” Dean gazed at Sam and knew in his heart that was the truth. Sam was his life.
“I hope he knows what a good thing he has Dean.” Larry put a hand on Dean’s shoulder. “And
you know, you should talk to him more often if that exchange I heard is anything to go by.”
“Hope the music doesn’t keep you up.” Larry headed out of the bedroom and closed the door
behind them.
All in a good nights work. Dean sighed as he looked Sam’s face. It wasn’t that easy. It never
would be easy. Every time Sam ripped into him verbally whether evil or good a piece of his of his
heart broke. He wondered how long it would take before he had no heart at all.
Chapter nine
Sam shifted and frowned slightly. The bed was awfully comfortable for a motel bed. In fact, if he
didn’t know any better it was made of feathers. Sam turned and saw Dean sleeping next to him.
That’s when he noticed the canopy drapes on the bed and he broke out into a wide smile. He
didn’t remember everything immediately when he sat up and took a look around at the room. It
was gorgeous, with a nineteeth century in the artwork and furniture. Sam gave a sigh of content
until he remembered what had happened, the things he had said.
His hart constricted in his throat as he looked down at Dean. Oh God. He’d done it again. Sam
sucked in his breath. How could Dean still be here? With him? After all the times he’d hurt him?
“Dean. Dean…” Sam leant back down and touched his brother’s face softly.
Dean was almost instantly awake, “What? What’s wrong?”
“Me.” Sam sighed as he ran his hand through Dean’s hair. “Oh God, Dean. I’m sorry.”
Dean frowned as he looked at his brother’s anguished face. “Why? Everything worked out ok.
Larry’s safe.”
Sam’s eyes watered, he couldn’t help it. He rubbed them, “I hurt you again.” He stroked Dean’s
cheek gently. “I hate it…”
“Sam, it wasn’t you speaking.” Dean tried to reassure him. “And I’m ok. Really.”
“I just hate it that I can hurt you so easily when I don’t know what I’m doing.” Sam gently stroked
the side of Dean’s neck “I hate hurting you.”
Dean kissed Sam’s fingers and gave him a tired smile. “Sammy. Look. You can’t stop me from
feeling how I feel. As long as you keep comin’ back to me, I’ll be ok, huh?”
Sam smiled and wiped at his eyes. “I’ll always come back, Dean.” He leant in and kissed his
brother gently, taking his lips in a soft and gentle way with no pressure or force.
“Then I’ll always be ok.” Dean smiled into the kiss.
It was warm and sweet and held no force in it but filled with so much love that Dean almost
purred. He moved on top of Sam and kissed his neck.
“I want you to take me, Dean.” Sam said softly. “Have wanted it so long, but you never…”
“I know.” Dean whispered. “I know. Enough talk.”
“Dean?” Sam tugged on his brother’s lower lip.
“What?”
“I want to know from now on.”
“God, do we have to talk now? Sammy…” Dean growled as he thrust his hips to show Sam just
how hard he’d already become. “What do you want to know?”
“When you’re hurt, I don’t want you to hide it from me. I want to know. Even when I know I’m
hurting you. I mean… Even when I’m dark side, I want to know so that I can make up for it when I
come back to you.” Sam ran his hands down Dean’s back and rested on his ass.
Dean looked down at Sam with a sigh. “Sammy.” It was an impossible request. It just wasn’t in
him to let his emotions show all the time. He knew what it would mean to Sam if he could, but he
just wasn’t like that. “That isn’t me.” He said with a sigh. “And you know it Loving you is a risk I’m
willing to take, whatever happens.”
Sam bit his lower lip, he knew Dean was right. He couldn’t expect his brother to be someone he
wasn’t. “Promise me one thing, then. Promise me that you’ll tell me.”
“I can do that.” Dean nodded.
Sam pulled him in for another soft kiss. The sweet taste was a drug he’d be addicted to for a
long time. No one would ever taste like Dean. He felt Dean reach for lube and he grinned. “You
gonna fuck me finally?”
“Yeah”
“Mmmm….” Sam wriggled slightly and let his legs shift apart so he could wrap them around Dean.
Dean smiled as he teased his brother’s opening. “You sure you want me to?”
“Dude, I’ve been wanting you to since I started thinking about sex.”
“Uhm hm.” Dean chuckled. He slipped his finger inside and was rewarded with a cry from Sam.
“How’s that feel?”
“Like I’ve got a finger up my ass.” Sam swatted Dean’s ass. “Would you get on with it already?”
“Nah, I’m savoring the moment.” Dean seized Sam’s lips. This time the kiss was a lot less sweet
and tender. It was passion and heat; He sighed into it and inserted another finger. Sam tensed
and adjusted around him and he kept his brother busy with his tongue. “Just relax, don’t think
about it.” He whispered. “The pain will go away.”
He started to move his fingers; wiggling them just enough to get his brother’s attention off the
pain. He was so tight and hot! Dean groaned. Hell, he wasn’t going to last long inside Sam when
he finally got in. He searched for a particular spot he knew would cause the most interesting
sounds to come from Sam’s lips.
Dean was right, Sam wasn’t expecting –that-. God! He’d done it for Dean but never knew what it
really felt like. Hell… the way Dean’s fingers were moving and causing his body to vibrate. Sam’s
own fingers dug unto his brother’s skin and he couldn’t stop another cry.
“Dean I’m gonna … “ He was going to come just with Dean’s fingers doing what they were doing!
He remembered he had fingers of his own and just has he started to use them and was about to
come Dean pulled out. “No… please!—“ Sam moaned.
They were quickly replaced by the head of Dean’s cock. “Put a leg over my shoulder, it’ll hurt
less.” Dean said softly.
Sam attempted to comply, but his legs were so long that he kind of just dangled one and lifted
himself up to compensate for the pain, and it did hurt. He was distracted by Dean’s hand stroking
him as he pushed inside, slow and easy.
He came first, his warmth spilling between them as Dean swept into him. When the pain finally
went away he pulled his leg down and wrapped them both back around his brother. Dean’s head
was buried at his neck, and they held on to each other as each thrust drew them closer to that
perfect, wonderful place where only they existed.
Then Dean came and Sam shuddered at the force of it. They held onto each other, wrapped in
limbs and heat.
“I like being possessed by you, Dean.” Sam said softly as he panted against his brother’s neck.
“Good thing, cause you know how many girls I do this with. You’re going to be busy from now on.
” Dean promised.
“You mean I don’t have to watch you pick up girls anymore/” Sam played with one of Dean’s ears.
“Well….. since I might be picking –you- up from time to time…” Dean winked.
“Dean!”
-Finis-