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Sex and… Magic Juice?
Prologue
Azazel sat in the darkened bar with a beer in front of his middle-aged meat suit and watched his quarry across the room. John Winchester had been drowning his sorrows for a few hours already and the demon could feel the waves of regret and guilt pouring off the man. The corner of his meatsuit’s mouth curved up and he lifted the bottle of beer to hide the smirk in case John looked in his direction, not that the hunter seemed at all aware of his surroundings. Hell, the man had spent the last 8 years learning everything he could about the supernatural and hunting everything he could find but was completely unaware that a high-level demon was less than 15 feet away from him. And not just any demon, but the very one the man was searching for, the one who had killed his wife; not that John actually knew that Azazel was who he was searching for.
This wasn’t the first time Azazel had been this close to John over the last few years. He liked to check in from time to time on some of his special kids and the more he watched little Sammy Winchester the more he wanted to check up on him. Azazel knew down to the bones in this cheap shell he was wearing that this kid was special and the one that he had been searching for all this time. Ever since he’d finally found the convent and managed to communicate with Lucifer to learn his master’s plan he had been working to find the child that would unlock it all, and he was willing to bet everything that Sammy was that child.
There had been many candidates over the years as Azazel infected child after child but he’d known Mary Winchester was special the day he saw her. Then add in the fact he could smell her bloodline on her, and that of John Winchester’s as well, and he knew that any children they had would be beyond special. Snapping John’s neck had been a calculated risk and he had banked on the girl’s impetuous love to make the deal to save her lover which she had, thus giving the demon the permission he needed. From that point everything had gone even better than he could have imagined. Yes, he had been disappointed in having to kill the mother but the path it had sent John down to become a hunter had been unexpected and fortuitous in Azazel’s opinion. What better way to prepare the boy king, Lucifer’s vessel, than for him to grow up as a hunter; to grow up strong and properly trained.
Then there was the boy himself. Sammy was bright and insightful with an inner strength that was already quite clear and his blood practically sang with the combined heritage of Cain and Able along with many other important figures throughout history. The boy’s powers hadn’t even manifested yet and the demon could feel the power buzzing in the tiny body the few times he’d managed to get close enough. He longed to get closer and really get a feel for the boy but so far John had been able to block that without even knowing. However, something had changed and Azazel could see the opportunity before him. John had just finished up a disastrous hunt that left 4 children dead. As far as the demon could see the hunter had competently done his job but it didn’t seem to matter as the guilt that filled the man left the otherwise impenetrable man with a weakness that could be exploited. Seeing John pulling his wallet out to settle his tab the demon got to his feet and slipped out the door first.
Waiting outside he watched as John stumbled, clearly having drank way too much. Reaching out a hand he stopped the man and asked some inane question to get those bloodshot eyes on him. All John’s guards were clearly down, hell they were not even functioning, so it was easy as anything to smoke out and take up residence in his new temporary meatsuit. Whistling a jaunty tune he straightened up, since the inebriated state of the body didn’t affect him, and pulled the keys to the big black car out of his pocket. As he drove to the motel he filtered through John’s memories of the boy and could see how Sammy was even more special than the demon could have guessed, but the only problem was how damn sweet and moral the kid was. Azazel needed to do something that would not outright call attention to the boy right now as he didn’t want John getting suspicious of his precious baby boy, but that would start a rot down deep in the kid. He needed to find a way to plant the seeds of anger, or shame, or even just a healthy dose of doubt, so that when the time came they could be coaxed to the surface and used.
By the time Azazel parked the car in front of the small house the Winchesters were renting he’d filtered through a number of plans but as the image of the sweet faced little boy filled his borrowed mind he tossed most of them aside and finally settled on one that was going to be quite pleasant for him, although it would take many years and multiple visits to really pull off properly. Azazel got out of the car and stood in front of the door with a huge grin, he was going to enjoy this.
Chapter 1
Sammy Winchester had had a hard time falling asleep in his lonely bed. Dad had decided that Dean was getting too old to still be sleeping with his little brother since he turned 13 and had made sure they had separate rooms in this stupid little house they were staying in. The house only had two bedrooms and an open kitchen living room area as well as a bathroom so the boys were each put into a different room while Dad slept on the pullout sofa bed. Dean had been excited to get his own space but Sam hadn’t slept very well at all without his brother beside him in bed to keep the monsters away.
Sam had found out just a few months ago that Monsters really were real and since then the nightmares had gotten really bad. Normally Dean would be right beside him and would wake Sam up when it was bad but now that Dean wasn’t here Sam felt trapped and unable to wake up on his own. He had already woke up almost screaming once tonight and just wanted to feel his brother’s arms around him, keeping him safe. Sam was just thinking of getting out of bed and sneaking into his brother’s room when he heard the front door open and close. Jumping back under his covers Sam closed his eyes and pretended he wasn’t about to break the new rule as he heard the door to his bedroom open and the steps of his father as they drew up beside his bed.
Sam’s nose scrunched up when he got a whiff of the horrible smell his dad was giving off. Dean had told him it was the smell of whisky and Sam had privately vowed never to drink it when he grew up because it had to taste pretty awful to smell like that. Sam thought he could smell the rotten eggs they’d found in the fridge of the old cabin they stayed at last month.
“You still awake little man?” Came his father’s lowered voice. Sam’s eyes popped open and he gazed up at the man who looked 12 feet tall looming over him and he gave a little nod.
“Another nightmare?” His Dad asked with an odd tone. Sammy nodded again and gripped the covers that were pulled up to his neck.
“You remember what you dreamed about?”
Sammy felt his face screw up as he tried not to cry. He didn’t want to think about what he’d seen so he shook his head no. John sat down on the bed beside him and pulled the blanket out of Sam’s tight grip before lifting the small boy and placing him on his lap. When his father’s warm arms came up around him Sammy felt his fear fade. Burying his face in his Dad’s neck he tried not to breathe in the bad smell and just let himself be comforted.
“It’s okay baby, Daddy’s here. Daddy’s always going to be here to take care of you because you’re my special boy Sammy. So, so, special.” Dad pulled back to look into Sam’s eyes. “Do you believe me kiddo?” Sam immediately nodded his head and saw the big smile it gave his Dad when he did.
“You know Sammy, there is something I can do to help you sleep tonight and not have any dreams at all.”
Sam’s eyes went large. “Really? You can make them go away?”
“For tonight for sure and maybe for a little while after too, but it would have to be our secret. You couldn’t tell anyone, not even Dean, can you do that?” Sammy had no idea why he would need to keep it from Dean since his brother knew everything about him but if there was something that could make the bad dreams go away for even one night he wanted to do it.
“Yes Daddy, please. I promise not to tell.”
“Okay but you can’t even talk about it with me in the morning okay. I’ll show you what to do tonight then you can’t ever say anything about it ever again. You won’t even be allowed to ask me to do it again unless I come in here myself and ask if you need it. Can you promise that?’
“Yes, please.” Sam’s tummy was all in knots and he didn’t understand why. He didn’t understand why he wouldn’t be allowed to talk about whatever his dad was going to do but he really, really, needed the dreams to go away because they scared him so bad.
“Okay baby..” Dad said as his hands came up and his fingers traced all the lines on Sam’s face. “You really are such a pretty boy Sammy. I knew you were smart and strong but up close like this I can see just how pretty you are too.” This didn’t make any sense to Sam so he just sat there on his father’s lap and let those long fingers run over his face then down over his neck and chest until they reached the bottom of his tee shirt. Sam gasped as the hands slipped under the material and ran up his bare skin. His dad had never touched him like this before and it was kind of scary but kind of nice too. Sam felt goosebumps on his flesh as the hands continued to roam. Finally, after long minutes the hands were gone and John moved Sam off his lap.
“Is that all Daddy?”
“Not yet kiddo, I just need to get my pants down some.” Sam was confused as to why his dad would need to pull his pants down but he sat still and watched as the older man stood up and undid his jeans then pushed them and his boxers down his legs before sitting back down. Sam’s eyes almost popped out of his head to see his Dad’s penis looking like that. Sam had of course seen it before, as well as his own and his brother’s, but he had never seen one look like that. It was way bigger than normal and in the low light looked red and kind of purply, plus it stuck out in front of his dad rather than hanging down like normal.
“Okay Sammy you’re gonna help touch me right here and I’m going to show you how to put your mouth on it then when you do a really good job this white stuff, like special sauce, will come out the top that will make all your dreams go away for the whole rest of the night, and maybe even longer. Remember though, this wont always work. I have to do something special to make the white stuff strong enough to take nightmares away so don’t come asking for it.”
“What special thing do you have to do?”
“That’s grown up stuff Sammy and you don’t need to know that. Now do you want to try?”
Sam looked from his dad’s face down to the big thing sticking up from his lap and swallowed hard before nodding his head.
“Okay baby lets start with your hand.”
Sam let his hand be picked up and placed on top of the warm skin then wrapped his hand around it like his father showed him. Dad’s penis was harder in his hand than he even thought it would be and a gasp escaped his lips as the man moved his hips, making his penis move through Sam’s fingers.
“That’s it baby, now move your hand like this.” Sam let himself be led and pretty soon he was doing it on his own without his Dad having to help guide him. Sam could see the proud smile on his father’s face and a warm feeling filled his tummy.
“That’s it baby, you’re a natural. So good Sammy.” His dad crooned making Sam’s stomach jump with pleasure. John’s hands started roaming up under the back of his shirt again and Sam thought he kinda liked how it felt so he didn’t complain when his dad reached up and pulled the shirt off of him.
Sammy squeezed his hand a little tighter and figured his dad must have liked that when he let out this sound Sam had only heard his brother make when biting into a big juicy burger, so he did it more.
“Oh baby, you’re too good at that. Making Daddy feel so good like that. I think it’s time we moved on now though since you need to get to the magic juice that will fill your tummy up.” Sam looked up at his father waiting for his next instruction. “Okay baby, you see those wet drops that are coming out the top?” Sam nodded his head as he looked down and watched as the wetness caught the low light and shimmered a little, looking almost magical.
“Okay Sammy, I need you to lean down and lick those drops up, then I want you to pretend my dick is a popsicle and lick and suck on it. Can you do that for me?”
Sam had no idea why he needed to do this but he nodded his head and bent down so that his outstretched tongue could lick at the top of his Dad’s penis. The magic juice tasted yucky but not nearly as bad as the liver and onions his dad made him eat the week before so Sam just opened up and started to suck on the top of the big penis.
“Yes Sammy, such a good job.” His dad said as Sam licked around the top and made sure to lick up all the wet that was coming more and more out of the top. “Okay baby, that was perfect, now I want you to open your mouth and try and put as much of my cock into your mouth until you feel like you might choke on it, then pull back and do it again. Make sure you keep sucking when you do it okay?”
Sam didn’t bother looking up to answer his dad he just opened his mouth and tried to do what he was told. It was hard to get it in his little mouth since it was so big and he did gag the first time he tried to get it all in but his dad just chuckled and patted him on the head and told him to try again. It took a bunch of tries but he finally figured it out and was soon sucking the whole top part into his mouth. Next Dad showed him how to use his hands on the bottom part like he had been before while his mouth worked on the top part.
“Oh Sammy, just like that, that’s it boy…” Sam tried to keep his focus on what he was doing as his dad’s hand wound into his hair and started pushing him to go faster. “Oh baby, gonna cum, it’s gonna happen Sammy. Just try and drink it down like I told you so that the cum can help you.”
Suddenly Sam’s mouth was full of this warm horrible tasting stuff but he swallowed it down as he kept pumping his hand to get more of it out. He wanted as much as possible in his tummy so that maybe it would last a long time before his nightmares came back.
When the stuff finally stopped coming out his dad pulled his head up and Sam wiped his mouth with his bare arm as he looked up at his smiling father. “That was so good Sammy. I just know that you did such a good job that it’s really gonna help you for a while. Now lay back on your pillow.”
Sam smiled with relief and lay down as his father leaned over him. For a moment it looked like his father’s eyes were yellow but before he could really think about it his Dad’s fingers closed his eyes and then touched his forehead. Sam was asleep instantly and he didn’t dream at all the rest of the night, or for the next couple months for that matter.
Chapter 2
Azazel was in another bar, hundreds of miles and many months away from the last time he’d sat and watch John Winchester drowning his sorrows. This time the hunter had been too late to save a young mother who had 2 small children at home and even Azazel could see how the man had drawn the parallel to his own murdered wife.
Memories of Sammy’s warm little mouth on his cock had haunted the demon all these long months. It wasn’t the sexual act itself, or the sin of it being a young child as he’d had plenty of that, but the fact that the future king, Lucifer’s future vessel, had had his mouth on Azazel’s borrowed cock that was really doing it for him. Azazel had been made by Lucifer himself before he was locked away and even as close as they had been the fallen angel had not used any of his demons in that way, even though they all wanted it, him most of all. Well maybe him after Lilith but that bitch hadn’t had the honour either.
Sam had had his 9th birthday many months before and the demon had sent Meg to check on him and make sure the kid hadn’t done something stupid like spill the beans to either his father or brother but Meg had found no signs of that. His daughter had possessed a maid to check up on the little family and she had reported a return of the kid’s nightmares which was a perfect excuse to pay the boy another visit but John hadn’t been open to possession and there was something about doing this to the boy in his own father’s body that made Azazel determined to wait until another chink in the man’s armour presented itself.
So here he was in the body of a pretty little barfly licking his lips as he could smell the desperation oozing from the man’s pores. Azazel sidled up next to the hunter and proceeded to come on to him until the man got up and followed ‘her’ out back where he jumped the man’s bones in an entirely different way than John had been expecting.
Getting back to the motel room the little family was inhabiting Azazel was mildly perturbed to see his quarry asleep but his brother wide awake and waiting for his father. Copying John’s commanding tone he ordered Dean into the other bed, across from Sam’s, and then ran his hand over the boy’s face, putting him into a deep sleep.
Sitting down beside Sammy he let his hand hover over the boy’s face then closed his own eyes, calling forth a horrifying scene of a man being slaughtered then pushed it into Sam’s mind as the kid began to squirm, waking up with a terrified yell that thankfully couldn’t wake his brother up.
“Hey sweetheart, you okay?” He asked with feigned concern.
“Dad?” Sam asked, then burst out crying. Gathering the boy up in his arms the demon stroked his hair and his back and let his mind wonder to all the glorious things he wanted to do to this little body. He knew he still wanted to take this slow so he reminded himself that this wasn’t for his own pleasure. It would be so easy to just push the kid down and take what he wanted from this tiny breakable body but Sam was too special and he didn’t want him completely broken until he was much older and closer to his powers manifesting so he had to hold back. Besides, there was a thrill to Sammy’s willingness that was sweeter than just holding the kid down and fucking him.
“It’s okay Sammy. Maybe…” He let it trail off and Sammy’s wet little face lifted up to stare at him hopefully. “You haven’t said anything about last time have you?”
“No Daddy, I promise I didn’t say anything to anyone ever.”
“Such a good boy. Okay, I think I can maybe help you again now. It’s taken a while but I think I’m ready again.”
“With the magic juice?” The boy said so trustingly that Azazel could already feel John’s dick stirring.
“Yes Sammy, I think the magic juice is ready again. Why don’t you help Daddy get his cock out.” The boy eagerly sat forward and reached out to help John get his pants opened and his hardening cock out. Sam was already eagerly stroking him as he pushed his pants down his thighs and sat back down. “Okay Sammy why don’t you take your clothes off too so I can touch you. It helps Daddy make the special juice.”
The boy gave a nod and pulled his shirt up over his head before reaching out to touch his father’s cock again.
“Your pants and underwear too baby. Trust me, it’s gonna help.” Sam’s brows drew together but he quickly pulled his pyjama pants and underwear off as well. John let Sam start stroking him again as he reached out and ran his hands down the boy’s smooth skin until his fingers brushed against his own little cock. “That feel good baby?” He said as he touched Sammy’s little penis which started to get hard.
“Yes Daddy.” Sam breathed out sounding astonished.
“That’s good baby. I’m glad Daddy can make you feel good too.” He said as he let the boy work his hand on Azazel’s borrowed dick. Letting go of the boy’s cock he resumed running his hand over all that delicate skin. “Maybe you should start licking it again like last time.” He said and the boy gave a quick nod then bent over and licked the drops of precum off the tip before opening up and sucking. It took a bit for the boy to get the hang of it all again but Azazel was proud of how quick the boy caught on and was impressed that a boy so young could do such a good job after only having done it once before.
Running his hand down the boy’s back he groped his peach of an ass. He squeezed the cheeks and let his hand rest there for a minute so he didn’t startle the kid but when his finger brushed the boy’s hole Sammy still jerked up and off his cock.
“It’s okay Sammy. It feels good to touch there. Now come on, you need to work my cock to get the… what did we call it… magic juice?” At Sam’s nod he continued. “The magic juice out.”
Sam’s head dropped back down into Azazel’s lap and the demon let out a low moan when the kid sucked him down a third of the way while working the bottom with his hand. Letting his hand wonder again he worked his way down to Sam’s plump cheeks and groped his ass for several long minutes before letting his finger bush across the boy’s asshole again. This time the boy twitched but kept working on Azazel’s cock so he rubbed hiss little hole again and again until the boy didn’t even react to it. He could feel himself getting close so he wet his finger and the next time he rubbed he pushed the tip of his finger inside. Sam jerked back again with huge eyes and a bit of fear in his expression but Azazel calmed him again and got the boy back to work. By the time he came Sam was holding still and letting the demon just hold the tip of his finger in his tight little virgin ass.
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The next time Azazel was able to possess John another 7 months had passed and Sammy was almost 10. The demon could see the shadows under the boy’s eyes from lack of sleep due to his ever-increasing nightmares. Of course, he’d sent Meg to make the dreams worse a few weeks before so the kid would be good and primed then set up a hunt guaranteed to go bad to get John in the emotional place Azazel needed him to be in to have a way in again. This time Sam barely reacted to the demon fingering his ass as Sam sucked him off and drank his cum.
The fourth time happened 5 months after that and the following time it was almost 7 months after that. By this time Azazel had begun to notice that the hum of power in the boy was increasing and he began to wonder if demon cum could work a little like demon blood in one of his special kids. The demon began to seek out some of the others and test this theory and his results were hit and miss. A few seemed to grow but the others stayed depressingly the Same. None of them seemed to react as well as little Sammy did though.
By the time Sam was 11 Azazel convinced him that if he came in the boy’s ass the results would be even better so the boy let him fuck him for the first time. It had been incredible. The act itself had felt pretty good all on its own but the knowledge he was fucking Lucifer’s true vessel, and thereby fucking Lucifer, gave the demon an orgasm the likes of which he hadn’t had in decades at least. He again had to fight his instincts to just take the boy for his own so he could fuck him all the time rather than the couple times a year he managed to possess the kid’s father but he knew how important it was to stick to Lucifer’s plan so he managed to hold himself back. Although it wouldn’t hurt to increase the number of times he saw the kid or for how long those visits lasted.
Chapter 3
Sam tossed and turned in his bed as the images from his latest nightmare filled his mind. It had been way too long since the last time his father had ‘helped’ him. Sam wasn’t stupid and at 14 he knew that Dad’s help was just sex and that the magic juice was cum. Thinking maybe anyone’s cum would do he’d let a sleezy motel manager fuck him a couple years ago but it hadn’t helped at all so Sam guessed his dad must do something to make his cum magic to help him, which was why he was still careful to follow his rules and let his father come to him when he would be able to help. But Sam was getting damn impatient.
Dean was out with some girl and likely wouldn’t be back until morning and John was sitting at the table in the motel room knocking the drinks back as he worked while Sam tried to sleep. Eventually John shut the light off and stumbled over to his own bed where he stripped down to his boxers and crashed down onto his back and passed out. Sam knew the man would be completely out with how much he’d drank and was irritated that he wasn’t helping Sam instead of snoring away.
Eventually Sam must have dozed but he startled awake on the image of fangs ripping into a child’s skin. Heart racing Sam‘s hands were shaking as he ran them over his face and he was drenched in sweat, but his father continued to saw logs on the bed by the door. Unable to take it anymore Sam slipped from the bed and let his clothes fall to the floor, got his lube out, then carefully climbed onto the bed beside his father. He knew he was breaking every rule they had but he NEEDED this. Very carefully he wriggled his father’s boxers down his legs and slipped them off, then wrapped his fingers around the older man’s cock. Sam had become extremely familiar with John’s cock over the years and knew exactly how to handle it to make it start to get hard, even when the man was drunk.
John mumbled something but didn’t open his eyes as Sam worked his cock. When he leaned over and sucked it down to the root the man mumbled a “Mary” as he squirmed beneath his son’s expert lips. “Yeah, baby…” The man mumbled as Sam got his fingers wet and reached behind himself to work his ass open a little. Sam was too desperate and in too much of a hurry to do a thorough job so once he had two fingers in easy enough he pulled them out and slicked John’s cock up to the sounds of more mumbles of his mother’s name.
Getting himself up and into place Sam lined his father’s cock up and sank down with a sigh of relief. He had come to enjoy the feeling of this cock splitting him open and the pain didn’t bother him so much anymore as it had when they had first started doing this. He even found pleasure in the act itself, which he knew was so wrong on so many levels but if it kept all the horrible images out of his head he figured he didn’t care about how wrong it was. He still hadn’t told anyone but sometimes the things he saw came true and that was freaking him out even more than all the blood and gore that usually filled his head when he slept.
“Oh fuck…” he moaned as he picked up the pace. John’s hips were thrusting up into him in just the right way as the man continued to call out for his dead wife and Sam could feel his orgasm building as his father’s eyes began to flutter open. Shock crossed the man’s face as Sam slammed himself down on his dad’s cock over and over, so fucking close he could already see the stars. He tightened his muscles needing his father to cum as the man began to struggle.
“Sam? Sammy? What the fuck…” John tried to sit up but Sam held him down and continued to ride the man, not understanding why he was struggling and freaking out. “Jesus Christ stop! What the fuck are you doing?” John yelled but the last came out breathy and with a moan as Sam clamped his ass down on his Dad’s cock again.
“Come on Dad, need it. Please… I couldn’t wait anymore, please.” He begged as John’s eyes rolled back in his head and his hips gave an aborted buck while he filled Sam’s ass with cum. Feeling his own orgasm crash into him Sam cried out and continued to ride out the aftershocks until they had both softened and the man’s cock slipped from his ass.
The moment Sam climbed off his father John jumped to his feet and backed away. “What are you and what have you done with my son?” He yelled as he got a hold of his gun where he’d left it on the table.
Sam froze where he was standing, bent slightly as he had been reaching for his boxers when he saw his father’s gun pointed at him. “Dad?”
“What are you?” John demanded harshly.
“Dad? It’s me. I know I’m supposed to wait until you come to me but I couldn’t wait anymore, the dreams were too bad, I needed the relief so I could get some sleep. I’m sorry.”
“What the fuck are you talking about and where is my son.”
“I’m your son.” Sam cried out as tears gathered in his eyes.
“No fucking way. My Sammy would never… he wouldn’t…. no way you’re him.”
“Dad? I don’t understand. I’m me, can’t you tell.” John motioned for him to sit on the bed as he went to his bag and pulled out a silver knife and a flask. Once he was standing in front of Sam he splashed the holy water in the boy’s face and watched for a reaction. Sam just used his hand to try and wipe it off. Then John grabbed his arm and held the blade against his skin; when it didn’t react he then cut into Sam until red blood bubbled up from the cut. “See, it’s me.” Sam said petulantly.
John’s face was full of his confusion. “I don’t understand. Why… if you really are Sammy why would you…” John pointed at the bed.
“God Dad, you’re acting like we’ve never had sex before.” Sam spat.
“What the fuck Sam, of course we haven’t.”
“Oh so all those times you came to me in my room and taught me to suck you off then how to let you fuck me full of your cum were in my imagination. God Dad, I can’t even count how may times you’ve nailed my ass or cum down my throat.”
John’s whole face froze in shock then crumpled. “No, that’s not possible. It’s your dreams, I know they can be vivid.”
“How can you not remember. The last time was in Arizona, six months ago. You had just finished a banshee hunt and gone out drinking. I think it went badly or something. You came home smelling like a brewery like usual and fucked me over the kitchen table, then again in the shower afterwards. I was hoping the double dose of cum would keep the nightmares at bay longer and I did get four whole months dream free before they started back up. Then a few weeks ago they got really bad again, like really, really, bad. And I’ve been waiting like a good boy, like you told me to wait but you weren’t doing anything to help and I thought maybe I could just…“ Sam trailed off not wanting to say he’d tried to just take what he wanted even though that’s exactly what he’d done.
“Sam, none of that happened. I mean, yeah Arizona, the hunt, I remember going out to a bar but I think there was this girl or something. I don’t really remember but I know I never laid a hand on you.” John was slurring his words and his eyes weren’t quite focused but he was still able to string all these thoughts and sentences together.
Sam rolled his eyes not believing his father couldn’t remember. “And Jacksonville last year. The werewolf pack you thought was one wolf but was three and everything went bad. You went out drinking after that one too and came back and fucked me with Dean asleep in the bed right beside us. Told me I had to be quiet even though Dean never wakes up when you’re fucking me for some reason. Or how about Alabama and the black dog case. That one you took me out since Dean was due back any time and you fucked me in the back seat of the car behind a 7-11. Was the first time I rode you.”
John’s face had gone white while he sank down onto the end of the bed, still completely naked. Sam walked over and cupped his father’s face as he climbed onto the man’s lap. “Come on Dad, surly you remember the first time you sank into me. September, 1994, we were in Oregon in that little apartment above the Italian restaurant. Dean was out at a sleepover and you laid me out and told me how much better it would be if your cum was deep up inside me. How the magic would be stronger and last longer. You took all my clothes off and spread me out then licked my ass as you worked me open with your tongue and fingers. I won’t lie, it hurt like a fucking bitch but it was kinda nice too. And best of all I got almost two and a half months with no dreams.” As Sam talked he ground down on his father’s soft cock and felt arousal start to burn in his belly. John sat there dazed for a moment as his own cock hardened then suddenly his eyes snapped into focus and he pushed Sam off his lap and jumped back to his feet.
“Jesus Christ Sam.” He said as he ran his finger’s through his hair. “What the hell, stop that. Whatever your saying happened I have no memory of whatsoever and I would never…” His face was screwed up like he was searching his own mind so Sam got to his feet and pressed into his father’s space again.
“You couldn’t have been that blackout drunk each time. I mean, you never had any trouble getting it up and making me beg. He ran a finger down his father’s naked chest, over his nipple and saw the goosebumps.
John looked so lost. “I don’t… I didn’t… I couldn’t have.” He tried to say and again sank down onto the bed with his head in his hands.
Sam had no idea what was happening or why his father wasn’t remembering but there was no way he was letting the man pull away and maybe stop helping him. He needed it. It was more than just the relief from the dreams but he didn’t understand how or why, just that he had a craving that needed satiated and that craving was strong.
John was sobbing, face in his hands, when Sam gently pulled the man’s arms aside and climbed into his lap again where he wrapped his own arms around the older man and held him. John froze with his arms in mid air and a look of fear on his face for a moment, but then he melted into Sam’s arms and cried on his shoulder as he held his son on his lap. The smell of all the whisky he’d drunk before getting into bed was as strong as it usually was when Sam was with his father like this.
“Shhh, it’s okay Dad. We’ll figure this out.” Sam said as he patted the man on the head then ran his fingers lightly over his back. John held him close enough that it didn’t take much to wiggle even closer until his sack was resting against his father’s soft cock. The man was hiccupping now, whether from the tears or the amount of alcohol in his system Sam didn’t know. As the adrenaline in the older man subsided the effect of the alcohol became even more apparent and Sam massaged the back of his father’s neck and his shoulder with one hand, while allowing the other to continue to lightly feather down John’s surprisingly soft skin.
“Everything’s going to be okay.” Sam said again with a slight roll of his hips.
“Sammy, I don’t know what’s going on… you sound so sure and I wouldn’t do that and everything is kinda foggy right now...”
“I know Dad, but it’s all okay.”
“How could I do that to you and not remember? What kind of man does that.”
“It’s okay Dad, come on, why don’t you lie back.” Sam said and helped the older man get up into the bed. “I’m just gonna help you.” Sam helped his crying father lay back against the pillows then pulled the blanket up over the both of them as he continued to hold the older man as he shook.
“How could I… I was inside you and I… I came. My body liked it.” John’s voice shook with self disgust.
“It’s okay Dad. That was my fault, not yours. I wanted it and I took it. It was all me.” He soothed as his fingers wandered down his father’s back and came to rest on his hip. “Felt so good to have you stuffed up inside me.“ Sam said as he laid a kiss on his father’s forehead and the man hiccupped while more tears fell.
“You’re just a kid, my kid…”
“Maybe, but it really helps me Dad. I can’t explain it but it does and it feels so good.” Sometimes his father could be rough and mean with him but all Sam had to do was pull back or balk a bit and the man would always gentle his approach and make Sam feel good again.
Sam let his fingers slide down while his father seemed distracted and slowly run down the man’s shaft. This always worked better the more cum he got inside him and so far he only had the one load. John’s cock twitched beneath him so he carefully wrapped his fingers around it and just held it for a moment.
“I don’t understand any of this, it doesn’t make any sense.” It didn’t help the man was wasted Sam thought. “I know I don’t ever remember touching you but you wouldn’t lie about that… right?”
“No of course I wouldn’t. I’m sorry you don’t remember Dad.” Sam started to very slowly jack his father and felt his cock filling while the man’s eyes still looked so far away.
“Are you sure it was me, maybe a shapeshifter got in here.”
“A dozen times?” Sam asked skeptically, but also softly, as he didn’t want to pull his father out of this intense revere he was in that somehow he didn’t even seem aware of what Sam was doing; which was crazy all on its own. Sam leaned over and kissed his father again on the forehead as John mumbled away about blackouts then Sam leaned in and kissed his father’s lips while letting his hand speed up a tiny bit. John was still mumbling against his son’s lips until Sam worked his tongue into the older man’s mouth which shut the man up finally.
John kissed back for a moment then seemed to come to a bit and tried to pull back. “Sam?” the word was muffled and barely recognizable since Sam’s tongue was currently licking into John’s mouth, but he knew what his father was saying. Not giving him any time to refuse Sam rolled him over onto his back and swung his leg over while still plundering the man’s mouth. Thankfully he was still open enough that he was able to sink down onto John’s cock like a knife cutting butter. The older man groaned before forcibly pulling back and breaking the kiss.
“Sammy, no, don’t do this.” He begged, tears on his face but Sam just pulled up and sank back down, letting the man’s cock fill him completely.
“Shhh, it’s okay Dad, just let me. We need this, both of us. It’s okay, just let it happen.” He crooned as he worked his body up and down.
John began to pant and his hips jerked up into Sam once before he seemed to get a hold of himself and try to push Sam off again.
“Daddy please, I need this. Just let me.” He said before capturing his father’s lips in another deep kiss.
“Sammy.” John drunkenly moaned, voice slurred from the alcohol and the sex.
“That’s it, just let it happen.” Sam hummed as he began to suck a path down his father’s neck, leaving a hickey on the man’s shoulder and earning a deep moan for his efforts.
“Sammy, need…’ John moaned as his hips snapped up into his son’s ass. “Oh God…” He mumbled then grabbed hold of Sam’s hips and suddenly flipped them so that Sam was underneath him. Somehow John’s cock stayed snug in Sam’s ass and he started pumping his hips.
“That’s it Dad, just like that. Oh fuck.” Sam cried out as John began drilling into his prostate. “Right there.”
John’s pace picked up even more while he grabbed one of Sam’s legs and threw it over his arm, opening him up further and changing the angle for more powerful thrusts into Sam’s sweet spot. “Oh fuck, yes, right there, oh god Dad.” Sam was almost screaming with the intensity of the pleasure pulsing inside of him. John’s mouth closed over his shoulder and the man bit down causing Sam to start convulsing as his climax smashed into him. Sam was dazed and lost in the floaty feeling for several long minutes while his father’s hips shuddered and he erratically pumped his own release into the boy’s ass for the second time that night.
Sam came to enough to pull his father into his arms as he hoped the second load would lengthen his relief from the nightmares and satiate the craving that had been building. He did notice that he didn’t have the tingly feeling up inside of him that he normally had afterwards but the thought didn’t last long and he passed out into a dreamless and exhausted sleep.
Chapter 4
Azazel was watching Meg torture a hunter that had tried to get the best of her when his cell phone rang. He saw that it was 5:23 am as he hit the button to answer.
“Boss?“ Basil asked after he’d grunted out a ‘what do you want’. Basil (Man that was such a stupid name that made Azazel scoff in his head every time he heard it) was supposed to be watching Sam which is the only reason the demon even answered his phone.
“This better be good, we were just about to start pulling this guy’s intestines out as he watches.”
“Ah well, um, I thought you might wanna hear this.”
“Fine go ahead.” He said with a sigh. Satin only knew what was going to be reported this time, that Sam had eaten spinach in his salad instead of romaine or that he’d gotten another A on yet another stupid assignment? Whenever Basil had this duty he tended to annoy with the stupidest updates which was why he was so rarely given the job. But the demons Azazel usually had on the kid were all needed elsewhere so he was stuck with this idiot for now.
“Well um I’ve been possessing the guy in the room next to the Winchesters and since the walls are so paper thin you can like hear everything and well.. um.. you see…”
“Spit it out or I’m gonna come over there and rip your intestines out.” He spat out in irritation.
“Well it sounded like fucking, but I already knew the older kid wasn’t home and it was just John and Sam in the room.”
“So John got into the porn with his kid home.”
“No sir there was definitely fucking. Then there was arguing and I heard a few words of it then there was more fucking. The bed was hitting the wall the second time so I know it was fucking. Then a few minutes ago I saw John almost running from the room and squealing the tires on that car of his as he took off.
Azazel began to laugh. “You mean all this time I’ve been molesting little Sammy and John was up to the job all on his own? Oh, this is rich.” He laughed even harder.
“So you’re not mad? Cause there was something said about all the times it’s happened before and John doesn’t remember. I couldn’t hear all of it but that’s what it sounded like.”
That brought Azazel up short. He wasn’t ready to be found out yet, not while the boy was still so young. He hadn’t even had time to start introducing the darker elements into things yet. Okay, maybe he’d been enjoying the kid’s willingness and supple little body a little too much and hadn’t really gotten rough yet, but he’d also been walking a fine line of pretending to be his father while not having the boy alert his real father. Also he was still watching his experiment as he knew for sure that something was happening to the kid from all the cum the demon was pumping into him. Azazel wanted a few more years of that before the next step.
“I’ll be there in a few hours. Keep your eyes on that kid till I get there.” He wasn’t sure yet how he was going to spin this but Azazel was confident he’d have it figured out by the time he got there so he turned his attention back to the guts that were now spilled out onto the floor in front of him.
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Sam woke to a light filled but empty room. He sat up and looked around but his dad was no where to be seen and the door to the washroom stood open showing that it was empty as well. Looking over at the clock Sam saw that it was after eight and jumped up to grab some clothes and head for the shower before his brother came home. No matter how much he needed to fuck his father there was still a part of him that didn’t want Dean to know about it. He was still in the shower when he heard his brother come in and call out for him. Yelling that he was in the shower Sam finished up and climbed out.
Dean was pulling containers of food out of a paper bag when Sam came out of the washroom still slightly dripping wet.
“Where’s dad?” The other boy asked.
“Um, I don’t know. He was gone when I got up.”
“I know he was going to head over to Carson to start research on what’s been happening over there but I wouldn’t think he’d leave without telling us.” Dean said with a furrowed brow.
“I don’t know.” Sam said with shrug and sat down to dig into the container of pancakes Dean handed him.
“Oh well, if he doesn’t hurry up we’ll just have to split his portion.” Sam smiled at his brother and they chatted as they ate but Sam’s stomach was in knots. Not only had he broken the rules last night but he knew he’d taken advantage of his father. He still didn’t understand how his dad couldn’t remember all the other times but he just hoped they could get everything figured out now that John wasn’t so drunk and would be more in his right mind.
Dean took a call from their father around lunch time where John told the older teen to pack up as Caleb would be picking him up to head to Carson. John was sending Dean to do the hunt he was originally going to do and Sam had no idea what this meant. Dean left about an hour later and Sam spent the rest of the afternoon in the room trying to read. He wished he had some school work to do but they hadn’t planned to be here long enough to register him for school so he didn’t have much to occupy his mind.
It was just after Sam’s pizza arrived for dinner that he heard the rumble of the Impala in the parking lot. Looking out the window he saw his father stagger to his feet and wobble as he walked towards the room. Just as he stepped onto the walkway someone plowed into him and Sam saw his father go down on his ass. Sam threw open the door and rushed out to help John to his feet while the stranger apologized profusely before laying his hand on John’s neck before walking away. Sam thought he saw something flash in the man’s eyes when his hand had been on John but chalked it up to a trick of the light as he helped his father stagger into the room.
“Sammy we gotta talk.” John slurred as he came to stand in the middle of the room. “Why’s it so hot in here?” Sam sat on the end of the bed as his father stripped off his jacket and toed off his shoes.
“I don’t know what’s been going on but what happened…. Um… what happened… what did happen?” John’s words were getting more slurred and he just kept stripping off his clothes until he was down to nothing but a rising cock. Unexpectedly Sam was pulled up into his father’s arms and hungry lips were working him over. A strange warmth seeped from John’s lips into his and his whole body responded. A needy whimper broke from him as the weird feeling spread all through him and settled in his groin making his cock stand up in record time, even for a teenager.
Suddenly his clothes were way too hot and prickly against his skin. Sam couldn’t get them off fast enough and was thankful his father was helping until he was as naked as the older man was. John pulled him into his arms and lifted him with a huff then pressed his back against the wall while his hard cock poked up at Sam. Reaching between them Sam lined his father up with his hole as the older man latched onto his lips in a deep and dirty kiss. John tore into Sam’s body in one hard thrust that made the boy yell with a mix of pleasure and pain. With the use he’d had last night he figured there probably wasn’t any actual damage done and as far as the pain went Sam ate it up as part of his father’s desperate need to get inside him.
It was a fast hard fuck against the wall before John turned and walked them to the bed where he continued to fuck Sam into the mattress. After they had both cum Sam fell asleep for a while and didn’t wake until he heard a knock at the door. He was still a little out of it but he felt his father’s weight leave the bed and heard the rustle of fabric as he likely pulled on his boxers before Sam heard the man open the door and start to say something; But then John broke off and just stood there as silence filled the room. Sam opened his eyes in time to see the man step back and swing the door closed with a smirk on his face.
“Awe, there’s my Sammy. Oh how I’ve missed you.”
Sam smiled as he let his body unfurl into a stretch. “You missed me in the like hour I was asleep?”
“Oh you have no idea kiddo.” The man said as he pushed his boxers back off and climbed into the bed with his son.
Pulling Sam up onto all fours his father fucked him from behind then took him into the shower where they washed each other down and Sam sucked the older man’s cock, filling his stomach with all that magic juice. Crawling into bed his father worked him up again and they fucked yet again before Sam passed out for the rest of the night since he was completely spent. There were no signs of any nightmares and that wonderful tingling inside satiated the craving again.
******
Azazel looked down at his boy and smiled. He had slipped a hex bag into John’s pocket when he’d knocked him down and had also put a sex spell on him to make him fuck his son again then he’d taken over the exhausted, confused and still horrified hunter’s body easy as pie to fill his boy up with the good stuff he needed to grow up nice and strong. While he wasn’t sure how this all was going to play out he felt confident that things would work out in his favour.
Chapter 4
Sam awoke for the second time alone in bed but this time there was enough noise in the room to know he wasn’t alone. What was surprising was that the sounds he could hear was his father crying. As he opened his eyes he could see John sitting on the side of the bed with his gun in his hand.
“Dad?” He called out in panic.
John looked up at him with such devastation in his eyes. “Sam, Sammy…. Oh God you have to believe me I never wanted to do that to you... again. I was coming here to try and make sense of things and yeah it took a lot of drinks to get my courage up but I was gonna tell you it could never happen again and instead I… oh God, I molested my own son.” John’s whole body shook with his sobs and Sam grabbed him into a tight hug.
“Dad, shh it’s okay. I wanted it, remember? Now put the gun down.”
“No, I can’t… I don’t deserve... I’m a monster Sam.”
“No Dad, you’re not a monster.”
“How could I? How Sam?”
“Dad please its okay. Remember I wanted it too. You came in and..” Sam’s face scrunched up as a memory hit him. “It was really hot. I was really hot and my clothes…”
“Yeah, I remember that. I was going to talk to you and suddenly I was so hot and prickly and I had to get my clothes off and then I was so hard and I couldn’t think clearly and you were in my arms…”
John looked at him with clearer eyes then jumped to his feet. Gathering up all the clothes from the floor he started checking pockets and feeling all around them when suddenly he pulled a tiny satchel out of his jacket pocket.
“Son of a bitch.”
“What is it Dad?”
“It’s a hex bag. It’s what witches use to cast spells on people. Holy fuck Sammy, we’ve been cursed. That’s why I keep fucking you, some fucking witch made me do it. Must have made one of those spells that infects the other person as well so that you were infected too.” The relief was clear in John’s face as well as in his voice.
This explanation didn’t really sit right with Sam. He might only be 14 and an amateur at hunting but while this might explain last night it didn’t explain anything that came before. However, he was hesitant to say anything and upset his father again especially how happy the man looked to have an explanation that something made him do it.
John was so relieved he was almost bouncing with happy energy which was something Sam had never seen before.
John took Sam out for breakfast at IHOP and even stopped flinching when he brushed against his son as he rested a hand on Sam’s shoulder when they got back to the room. He then said he was going to go catch up to Dean and Caleb now that this was all solved as if he could now put it all in a box and hide it. Sam could actually see his father pushing away any lingering questions and it was clear he wanted to just put all this behind them and forget it ever happened. He did ask Sam if he was okay and if he needed to talk about it but Sam just smiled and said no he was fine and played along since it was so clearly what the man wanted from him.
The hunt took a week then John and Dean were back where they packed up and moved again. Thankfully in the next town Sam was allowed to go back to school and John continued to act like nothing ever happened, although he was still drinking quite heavily. Maybe even more than before. Plus, Sam would feel his father’s questioning gaze on him quite often but the older man kept his mouth shut, so Sam did as well while he wondered what would happen after his dreams and cravings came back.
It took almost 6 months before the dreams came back and they were fairly mild at first, although he had three that actually came true that he knew of. Two were of kids in his school, one breaking her arm and another one who got in a car accident. The third was about something he then read in the paper and recognized as having dreamed it.
At the 8 month mark when Sam was half way through his 15th year the dreams started to get worse and worse and that craving was stronger than ever. Sam waited patiently for his dad to help him, he talked about how bad the dreams were and hinted he needed ‘help’ but the man was as thick as a mule.
Finally, one morning when Dean had already left for his shift at his part time job in the grocery store down the road Sam’s patience broke. The need inside him was riding him hard and as he heard his father in the shower he stripped off his clothes, took a quick couple minutes to stick two lubed fingers up his ass and slipped into the unlocked washroom. John turned with a scowl and a “what the h…” as Sam got in the shower and dropped down to his knees.
“Sammy, whoa, stop.” John said as he pushed against Sam’s head while Sam sucked the man’s soft cock into his practiced mouth. “Jesus Christ Sammy, this… you can’t… fuck, are you cursed again?” He said as Sam worked the thickening cock with every bit of skill he had. “Oh God, Sam you can’t, I’m your father. Fuck it has to be the witch, the spell…” John was fully hard in Sam’s mouth now and his hips jerked forward even as he tried again to push Sam’s head back. “Sam you have to stop.”
Sam pulled off for a breath and looked up at his father through his dripping bangs. “Need it Dad, must be the spell.” He said as he latched back on and sucked his father’s hard cock all the way down his throat.
“oh God, okay, um… okay… if ah, if that’s ah, if its what you need… it must be affecting me too..” John stuttered as his hips pumped forward into Sam’s eager mouth. Sam pulled off now that he had his father’s attention and turned to brace himself against the wall.
“Need it in there.” He ordered as he pushed back and rubbed his ass against his John’s crotch.
“But Sam…”
“Now Dad, hurry.” He ordered his father for probably the first time in his life and was relieved when he felt the hard cock breach his barely prepped hole. They both let out loud groans as John bottomed out. “That’s it, now fuck me.” Sam commanded and his father’s hips started to pump into him fast and hard just as Sam wanted it. “Oh God, just like that, right there.” He cried out and John picked up his pace and changed his angle a bit causing his cock to press right into Sam’s prostate. “That’s it, right there Dad, please.” He begged. “Feels so good.”
John rocked into him with enough force Sam had to block his head from banging into the tiled wall and all the while the older man was just mumbling a litany of Sam and Sammy and gotta get you through the curse.
His Dad came first with a roar but Sam followed him within seconds as the man rode out his orgasm. John gently washed them both up afterwards and once they were out of the shower and dressed he tore the room apart looking for the hex bag. Sam had been known there wasn’t one but he kept quiet as John kept looking and got more and more agitated.
“There has to be one, where the fuck is it.” John almost shouted.
“Yeah cause you couldn’t just want to fuck me, or I don’t know, maybe do it to help me.” Sam finally snarked.
John looked up at him. “Of course I don’t want to fuck you. That’s gross Sam.”
“Didn’t seem like you thought that 20 minutes ago.” John’s expression was stormy so Sam backed off that angle. “Fine, look… you did it to help me. Can you at least accept that.”
“Yeah, to help you because you were cursed.”
“No, to help me like you have been since I was 8 years old and the nightmares first got really bad.”
John genuinely looked baffled. “What the fuck are you talking about.”
Sam sighed and looked to the heavens. Why did they have to keep going over this. “God Dad. Setting aside the unbelievable possibility you really don’t remember all those other times, you do remember last time and we talked about this.”
“Talked about what? I don’t understand. What does us fucking have to do with your dreams you keep yammering about?”
“Because you came to me when I was 8 and said you had a way to make the dreams go away with the stuff that comes out of your penis. You taught me how to drink it down and amazingly it worked so we kept doing it. Usually once or twice a year until I turned 11 and you told me it would work better if it got inside me while we fucked so we started doing that a couple times a year, although when it did happen you would fuck me stupid a number of times to make sure I was as full of the magic juice as possible.”
John’s face was completely white. “I remember, um, you said something about this that night but I wasn’t listening, wasn’t paying attention to it. Eight? You were eight fucking years old?”
“Yeah I think so. I only remember because it wasn’t long after I found out about monsters. I mean I had nightmares before that but they got really bad after that. And I don’t mean like normal nightmares, I would get trapped in them and they would feel so real, like I could feel the flames of fire or my hands inside someone’s warm squishy guts. I could feel fangs tear into my skin or hands wrap around my neck to choke me out. It helped when I slept with Dean because he would always know when I was having one and would wake me up but you stopped letting us sleep together and without him there it got so much worse. Then you came and made them better and I loved you so much for that and was so grateful that I followed your rules to never talk about what we did on those nights with anyone, not even you unless you brought it up first.”
“Sam, sex doesn’t make someone’s nightmares go away.”
“No, not normal sex I guess, but your cum works.”
“That’s impossible.”
“I tried it with a guy that ran one of the motels we stayed at when I was 12 and his cum didn’t work. Had a nightmare that night so I never tried with anyone else but with you it works every time.”
“12? Twelve Sammy? You let some pervert fuck you when you were twelve?” John was back to roaring.
“You were being stubborn and hadn’t come to me in too long so I thought… well it didn’t matter what I thought because it didn’t work so don’t worry I didn’t do it again. The guy was gross too.” Sam scrunched his nose up at the memory. The only good thing was the guy was so excited it only lasted a couple minutes and he was blowing his load. Not like when Dad fucked him and could make it last sometimes until Sam had cum twice.
“Oh my god this isn’t happening.” John said as he smacked himself in the forehead. “This can’t be happening.”
“Which part, that I let some creep into my ass?”
“All of it! Fuck sakes Sam, don’t you see that wasn’t me. It couldn’t have been.”
“Um sorry to break it to you but it definitely was. A few times you still had healing wounds on your body or would be wearing a hickey I left on you for a week afterwards.
“That’s just not possible. It’s not possible that I would fuck my 8-year-old son and it’s…” Sam cut his father off.
“11, I was eleven when you fucked me.” John scowled at him, whether for the interruption or the reminder that he was 11 when he was fucking, Sam didn’t know.”
“Fine it’s not possible I was getting my 8-year-old to blow me and it’s not possible that my cum magically makes his nightmares go away.”
“And I think it does other things too. Like I feel so good afterwards inside and have you noticed I haven’t been sick in like years. Even that time you and Dean both came down with that really contagious flu I was fine and it’s not like I was avoiding your germs in the tiny motel room we were living in at the time.”
John stopped the pacing he’d started doing as they argued and stared at Sam. “No, none of this is possible unless… unless I was possessed somehow. Bobby… Bobby told me that some people who are possessed are kept awake and know everything that happens to them but others are kept unaware and wake up having no idea what their body has done during the missing time.”
Something about this explanation just felt right to Sam. “Do you really think so?”
“It would explain some of the unexplainable and oh fuck, I… we… I recently figured out it was a demon that killed your mother. Now a demon is somehow possessing me to molest my son. It makes no sense but it is certainly evil enough for a demon. But how is it getting inside me? I’ve learned about keeping my mental defenses up so things like that can’t happen.”
“Um it usually happens after you’ve been out drinking I think. I mean, that’s mostly what I remember.”
“And didn’t you say something about… you named certain hunts but I can’t remember… yeah, the times you told me about before, they were all hunts that went badly and I was broken up over. That probably lowered my defenses enough that with the addition of alcohol I was easy pickings. But why would it let me go each time?”
John continued to pace around the room as his mind worked to put things together.
“Does that mean that it’s the demon that makes the dreams better not you?” Sam asked with a feeling of horror building inside him.
“Sam the demon is probably giving you the dreams in the first place. I don’t know how but it would make sense to get you to let it.. to make you want…”
Tears burned Sam’s eyes and he couldn’t help the sob that broke from his chest. John’s long legs ate the distance between them in two long strides and he sat down to pull Sam into his warm arms. Sam tucked his head into his father’s neck and let go as his tears soaked the older man’s shirt.
“Its gonna be okay Sammy, we know what’s up now. Well, okay, its not okay but I’m here.” John tried to soothe in a soft voice as Sam snuggled deeper into his father’s embrace. Sam cried for a long time until he wore himself out and fell asleep wrapped in John’s arms.
When Sam opened his eyes again he was still snuggled up with his dad but they were laid out on the bed now and his father was fast asleep. Sam felt warm and safe and didn’t want to move so he just watched his father’s face for a bit before this feeling filled his chest and he leaned in and gently kissed the older man’s lips. John’s eyes fluttered opened just as Sam leaned in and kissed him a second time. He felt the arms around him stiffen as John looked down at him.
“Sammy…” He said gently.
Sam leaned in again and gave his father another soft chaste kiss but this time he lingered until John pulled away.
“Sam, we just worked all this out. It was the demon.”
“No, it was the demon for all those years but the last few times it’s been us. You and me.” John’s hand cupped Sam’s cheek and his face was awash in so much love and fear.
“Sam I can’t do that to you.”
“Then just let me do it to you.” Sam whispered as he leaned in and licked into his father’s warm mouth. John’s lips parted enough that Sam worked his tongue in. His hand came up and slid into the hair at the back of the man’s head so he could hold him in place as he deepened the kiss. John kissed back for several long minutes until he again pushed Sam away.
“Sam, you’re 15 years old and I’m your father. We can’t do this.”
“Yeah, I’m 15 and have already had a lot of sex in my life so when I say I know what I want I mean it. And you might be my father but it’s not like we haven’t done it already. What happened in the shower earlier, Dad I want that. I need it. You can’t take this away from me it’s all I have to hold onto now that I know I’ve been letting a Demon… now that we know.” Tears leaked from the corners of his eyes as Sam leaned in and rested his forehead against his father’s. “Please don’t take this away from me Daddy.”
Sam heard the sigh his father let out and felt the man rub against his forehead and brush their noses together. “Damn it Sammy, you’re killing me here.” He breathed out. “You know I can’t do this.”
Sam’s fingers moved downwards to brush against his father’s hardening cock beneath his pants. “So just don’t stop me. Let me. Please Dad, just let me.” Sam leaned in to kiss the man again as his fingers worked the button and zipper of his jeans open. Reaching under his boxers Sam got his hands on his father’s cock. It was already half hard and getting harder as they made out and Sam touched it. Pushing the older man onto his back Sam pushed his pants and underwear down past his ass and then bent to take John’s cock into the warm wetness of his eager mouth. John was fully hard and throbbing in seconds, his hands coming down to wind into Sam’s shaggy hair.
“Fuck Sam, oh god.” John moaned. Still working the cock in his mouth, but getting his hands free, Sam awkwardly pulled at his clothing to get it all off. He had to pull off a couple times but John didn’t stop him anymore so he was naked and working saliva slick fingers into his ass as he shoved his father’s cock as far down his throat as it would go.
“Let me.” John said and slicked up his own fingers to push into Sam’s asshole. Sam was riding two of his father’s fingers in no time as he continued to suck the man and groaned as John started to scissor them open before adding a third to the mix. John added more and more saliva but it wasn’t near as good as lube, not that Sam was going to tell him because he was afraid if they paused now it might not get going again. Finally John deemed him open enough and pulled Sam up into a deep kiss before he rolled the boy onto his stomach, blanketing his body as he slipped between Sam’s spread legs and pushed his hard cock home. John’s face dropped down into the back of Sam’s neck as he held still and panted hot breaths against Sam’s sensitive skin.
“I can’t believe I’m doing this, oh god.” The man groaned but Sam could hear the acceptance in his father’s tone so he ignored the words and pushed his hips back as much as he could in this position to get the man as deep inside him as he could get. John took the hint and started up a steady rhythm that rubbed all the right places deep inside the boy.
John kept the pace slow, taking his time pushing deeply inside and pretty soon Sam was desperate and begging as they both dripped sweat, but John just kept up his gentle and thorough assault, gripping and spreading Sam’s ass cheeks as he worked his cock in and out of the body below him. Sam’s hard cock was rubbing on the blankets below him but it wasn’t enough to get him off. However, his father worked him for so long and so well that a whole other kind of feeling was building in the base of Sam’s spine. It was something he’d touched on before but never this intense or this focused. John continued to thrust into him hitting his prostate over and over, making the feeling build and build until Sam was sobbing with his need for release but John just kept going until Sam felt like he was falling apart. Through it all John kept him anchored in his arms and held him tight as Sam sobbed and begged until the incredible feeling finally exploded within him, liquefying his insides. He felt his father finally pick up the pace and fuck into him desperately before stiffening and filling Sam’s ass with the cum he was usually so desperate for but all Sam could think about right now was the way his body felt before his mind let go and he passed right out, feeling more loved than he ever had in his life.
Chapter 5
John shook Sam awake a short time later, telling him he needed to get up and dressed before Dean got home from his early morning shift. Once he was fully dressed John sat him down at the table and handed him a piece of paper.
“Sam this is an exorcism I want you to learn so you can use it if the demon comes back again. When was the last time you think you saw it?”
“Um I think it was months before the last time when you and I…” Sam’s voice trailed off as he saw his father grimace. “It’s been a while.”
“And you’re like… Okay?”
“Well no, that’s why I got in the shower with you. It’s been getting bad again, both the dreams and the, I don’t know how to explain it but the need inside me.”
“Okay, so the demon is probably going to try to get to you soon. I’m gonna talk to Bobby Singer since he knows demons so well and find out if there’s anything else I can do to keep it out. I think he once mentioned a charm or something. Until then we’ll both have to be careful.”
Sam got up from the table and tried to sit in his father’s lap to feel his arms around him in comfort but John pushed him back and got to his feet. “Sammy, you know we can’t do that again.”
“Dad you keep saying that and it keeps happening anyway.”
“But it wont happen again Sam. I mean it.” Sam was just about to launch into his argument on why it should when they both heard the impala pulling up outside the room since Dean had taken the car to work that morning. John took another couple steps back away from Sam and slapped on a fake smile for his oldest son. Sam gave up trying to get his father alone to talk about it when the man spent the rest of the day avoiding him but Sam was comforted by the knowledge that so far John had not been able to keep to his word on that front.
*******
Azazel sat in the small diner in his borrowed meatsuit and watched the Winchesters in the corner table. They had just driven into town the day before. So far all was quiet on the Winchester front but Azazel had the feeling they had missed something.
The way Sam was gazing longingly at his father didn’t sit well with the demon but the way the older man seemed to ignore that specific look and never make eye contact with his youngest suggested something else had happened. Azazel wanted to peek into John’s head to see what and he salivated at the thought of how far the hunter was falling in his lust for his son. From this angle the demon could see under the table where Sam lay his hand on his father’s thigh causing the hunter to jump to his feet with a twisted look on his face.
Azazel got to his feet and followed the hunter to the men’s room where he could smell the shame and recrimination pouring off the man and it was harder than it had been in the past but not impossible to slither his way back into what was becoming his favourite meatsuit.
“Oh Johnny boy, you have been such a bad bad boy.” He chuckled to himself as he saw the events of the previous week play out in his mind. For the first time he kept John awake inside him as there was no reason to hide anymore since John had figured out it was a demon that had been riding him all these years. Azazel could hear the man screaming, trying to get out and overpower the demon, but he was trapped inside himself just the way the demon wanted him to be.
By the time the demon made it back to the table the boys had finished their food so he left some cash on the table and they all headed back to the room. Azazel could see in John’s mind that he had taken his own room right beside his boys and a new plan formed in his mind. Once they reached the motel he told the boys he needed to talk to Sam alone and sent a confused Dean off into their room while Sam followed him into John’s. The door had barely closed and the demon had Sam pinned to the wall while his mouth devoured the kid’s in a deep and dirty kiss. Sammy melted right into him and as Azazel stepped back and started to undo his pants, the boy happily sank to his knees.
“Knew you would come around.” Sam muttered as he got his wet mouth wrapped around Azazel’s borrowed cock. The boy looked so good on his knees willingly sucking his cock that he couldn’t help the smirk on his face.
“You want this so bad don’t you kiddo?” Sam gave a small nod but kept sucking. “Would you do anything for it Sammy? Do anything I asked if I just kept fucking you?”
Sam pulled off just long enough to breath out “Anything,” Before enthusiastically sucking him back into all that wet heat. Azazel could feel how stunned John was and how turned on. The sight of this boy on his knees wanting it so bad he’d do anything spiked both of their arousal but John’s was cloaked in shame, guilt, and disgust, whereas the demon reveled in the power of it.
Pulling the boy to his feet he ordered him to strip and get on his hands and knees which Sam happily did as Azazel stroked himself and watched. He could hear the older brother on the other side of the wall with his superior hearing and smiled to himself. The adjoining wall between the rooms was the one the bed was against and the demon’s arousal spiked to know what he was going to do. John could hear his plan in his thoughts and tried to scream for him to stop but that was easily brushed aside.
Azazel climbed on the bed and brought his face to Sam’s hole where he worked the boy open with his tongue before lining up his cock and tearing into the barely prepped hole with nothing but some spit for lube. Sam cried out loudly but it was as much in pleasure as pain since the kid seemed to love it like this and the demon immediately started fucking Sam quite hard and loud. The bed banged against the wall as he called out Sam’s name over and over.
“That’s it Sammy, oh fuck you feel so good on Daddy’s cock. Such a good boy letting Daddy fuck you like this. Oh Sammy.”
For his part the boy seemed out of his own mind and was screaming out for ‘Daddy’ to fuck him harder, faster, more more more. Azazel wasn’t surprised when just as they both cried out their orgasms the door opened and Dean filled the doorway. The kid’s eyes were huge as he took in the sight of his brother on his hands and knees as his father railed the boy’s ass. Sammy jerked away in shock and Azazel smiled at the boy.
“Well boys it’s been a lot of fun. Like I really mean that, but I think it’s time I go.” He opened John’s mouth letting the smoke pour out.
******
Sam knew he shouldn’t have pushed things with John, especially with Dean so close, but he thought it had paid off when his father had taken him to his room and fucked him. However, as the black smoke poured from the man’s mouth and disappeared under the door horror washed over him.
“What the fuck?” Dean almost yelled as his eyes followed the smoke behind him as it disappeared. John was hastily tucking his spent cock away and doing his pants up. “Dad?”
“Dean I need you to go back to the room, I’ll fill you in later but that wasn’t me, I was possessed. I wouldn’t…”
“Except for the times you have.” Sam muttered to himself but John’s eyes swung back to him.
“Dean, Sam and I need to talk so go.” The man reiterated his order since Dean was still standing stunned in the doorway. Finally, Dean turned and left, closing the door behind him.
“God damnit Sammy, I told you to be careful and to exorcise the bastard if he came back.”
“I didn’t know.” Sam cried out, hurt by his father’s harsh tone and words.
“I told you this wouldn’t happen again, weren’t you even a little suspicious that I suddenly wanted to fuck you again?”
“No, you… you always change your mind so I thought… I thought you maybe wanted me like I want you. I thought maybe you loved me.” Tears were falling down his cheeks.
“Sam… you know I love you. You’re my son and I love you so much. Clearly too much. It’s not a matter of not wanting you it’s a matter of not hurting you more than I already have.”
“But it hurts me when you push me away… when you don’t want me back.”
John let out a long sigh and ran his hands through his hair as he tried not to look at the still naked boy. “Sam, I admit I’ve been too weak and let myself do things I’ll never forgive myself for but I need to stop because even if you don’t see it I am hurting you.” John patted him on the shoulder but kept his body back away from Sam and it made him feel even more hurt that his father wouldn’t even hold him.
“Look, why don’t you get dressed and then come next door. I’m gonna tell you brother a little of what’s been happening but I’d rather he not know about… Just get dressed and come next door.”
Sam threw himself on the bed and cried for a while after his dad left before he finally pulled his clothes on and headed next door to learn what Dean had been told and what they were going to do about it. John had them all pack up and they hit the road that very afternoon, driving straight through the night trying to lose any tail they might have had leaving the motel. When John finally felt they were safe they stopped for a couple days and John spent a lot of time talking on the phone to Bobby Singer before he took off for a few days, leaving them at Pastor Jim’s place. When the man came back he had a strange tattoo on his chest that he claimed would stop him from being possessed.
The Winchesters again hit the road and headed for Kentucky where they found a place to settle where Sam could go back to school and Dean could get a job while John hit a bunch of hunts he had lined up in the area.
Sam was doing homework one Saturday when Dean came into the room and got up in Sam’s space, pulling him to his feet and kissing him hard.
“Dean? Sam questioned when he pulled away. Yellow eyes flashed over Dean’s green ones and Sam tried to back away but he was held firmly.
“No Sammy, Dean’s sleeping right now and not available but I came to check on my favourite.”
“Fav…favourite?” He stuttered in fear.
“Yeah, you see my boy I have a whole bunch of special children all over but you, well, you’re my favourtie. You’re so specially Sammy and we’re gonna do such good things together.”
“No. No.” He said as he shook his head. “Why are you doing this?”
“I just told you. Isn’t this so much nicer, being able to just talk without any pretense, without me having to pretend to be your father. And this body, oh boy is this one hell of a body.” The demon stroked his hands down over Dean’s chest and cupped his genitals. “Like father like son I see.” He chuckled.
“Let my brother go,” Sam tried to sound forceful but he was shaking inside.
“Oh don’t worry I will, but I thought we needed to have a chat after our last little encounter.”
“How, how did you get in Dean he’s strong. Dad said there had to be a chink in the armour or something.”
“Yeah he is really strong mentally but you see that little show we put on and his suspicions about his father and his brother are driving the poor kid insane. I mean, he wants you so bad for himself and then he finds out his dad has been shtooping his brother… well it’s sent him on enough of a tail spin that I was able to sneak past his natural defenses.”
“Dean… he… with me?”
“Oh yeah, kid’s got it bad. You never noticed? Awe Sammy I knew you liked what we were doing but did I have you so desperate for me you never noticed how crazy your brother is for you?”
“No, no way. Dean is like, he loves girls and they throw themselves at him all the time.”
The demon tapped his temple. “And I’m in his head. First of all, half the girls you see him with he doesn’t even follow through with and the ones he does is to get his mind off you. Trust me kiddo I can see it all in here. It’s kinda gross how goey it is, fuck, the kid doesn’t just want to fuck you he thinks he’s in love with you. Yuck.” The demon gave a visible shudder.
“Well enough of that, onto better things.” The demon said as he stepped forward and pulled Sam against Dean’s warm chest. Sam’s mind was a mess with all the revelations but his attention was brought back into focus when those plush lips landed on his and the demon licked into his mouth with all the familiarity of years of kissing each other.
Sam lost himself in the kiss for a moment but then pushed back. “No please.” He fully expected to be ignored but the demon took a step back and let him go.
“Well if that’s what you want but you’re missing out. It could be so good in this suit, plus your gonna start feeling the withdrawl effects soon so I’d think you’d want me deep inside you to fill you up with my ‘magic juice’ as you used to call it.”
It hadn’t been long enough for the dreams to start back up but Sam couldn’t deny the pull in his guts at the thought of the demon’s cum deep inside him and how it always made him feel. The yearning and craving slammed into him with just the thought of it and when the demon pulled him in close again he didn’t fight it.
“Who… who are you?” He managed to ask as the demon kissed down the side of his neck.
“Azazel.” Was breathed into his ear as the demon worked his way back to Sam’s lips and kissed him hard. “Come on baby, you know what you need.” He said as he pulled Sam’s shirt up over his head.
“But what about Dean.” Sam tried to say as his nipples were squeezed and then sucked on for a long moment before the demon pulled back to answer him.
“Don’t worry, he’s safe and sound and won’t remember any of this. Come on Sammy, just let me make you feel good and give you what you need.”
Sam didn’t really register the rest of his clothes coming off or the finger in his ass but suddenly he was full of his brother’s cock and almost came just from the thought of it. All these years he had looked up to and idolized Dean but he’d kept his feelings locked down in a secret little box that he buried deep because no way could someone as beautiful and wonderful as Dean want a freak like him that liked to fuck his own father.
Sam looked up into those green green eyes as the demon pumped his hips, slamming Dean’s cock into Sam’s body over and over. He wasn’t trying to be gentle but he wasn’t hurting Sam either which the boy thought was what demons did. It was just all so confusing. In all these years the demon had never really hurt him physically and he could have.
“So special Sammy. And mine too. Always been mine, always will be.” Sam closed his eyes and let the pleasure build inside him as he pushed all the bad and ugly thoughts away. “Gonna help you Sammy, you’re the only one.”
Sam opened his eyes and saw the demon bite down on his finger and draw blood before he then pushed that finger into Sam’s mouth. He was about to pull away and scream at the thing for doing something so gross when the blood hit his tongue and his whole body reacted. He could feel the warmth spread from his mouth to the rest of his body and his nerves tingled and senses sharpened. Everything looked crisper, clearer and he could smell the gel Dean used in his hair, the scent of his skin, as well as the gun oil left on his fingers from last night.
Sam’s lips closed over the finger in his mouth and he began to suck. The headrush was what Sam would expect drugs to feel like but he’d never taken any before so he couldn’t really compare, but he definitely felt everything. Every part of him was alive and singing as the demon continued to pound into him and Sam continued to suck on it’s blood.
By the time the demon finished with him he’d cum multiple times and was covered in his own jizz as well as filled with the demon’s magical cum, and the world was this floaty thing that no longer scared him as his thoughts wondered. The demon put Dean to sleep after so when Sam finally pulled himself together he was able to get everything cleaned up, then he just lay there and watched his brother sleep.
John showed up a few days later and sent both boys to get the Same tattoo as he had so they would be safe from possession as well and taught them how to salt the doors and windows to keep the things out. There was a part of Sam that was sad to do this. Dean seemed none the wiser about what had happened when he’d been possessed and Sam didn’t know if he should say anything or not. Physically he felt better than he ever had in his life and actually thought he could feel some sort of power just below the surface. He had no idea how to access that power but he could actually feel it now. That scared him a bit but he just pushed it from his mind as fanciful thinking because there was no way it was real.
Sam watched Dean closely over the next couple weeks and thought he might be able to see what the demon was saying but was too afraid to test the theory. He couldn’t stop thinking about getting to touch his brother again, but to have it really be his brother this time. Sam was lost in thought about the situation when his math teacher asked him to stay after class. Sam didn’t even notice when the man locked the door but then his eyes flashed yellow and before Sam knew it he was naked across the big desk as Mr. Shelton’s disappointingly small cock pounded into him from behind and his bloody finger filled Sam’s starving mouth. Afterwards Sam pushed the shame and guilt that he was letting a demon do these things to him way down and tried not to think about it.
Two day’s later Sam was watching a movie with his brother while their Dad was away yet again and he finally leaned in and kissed Dean. The older boy seemed stunned at first but then his face filled with joy and he kissed Sam back. They sat there making out for the whole rest of the movie and Sam fell asleep in the older boy’s arms, feeling safe and loved.
Over the next few weeks they made out a lot but every time Sam pushed for more Dean backed off. Sam got fed up and confronted his brother about it but Dean said that this was too important to screw up and that he thought they needed to take it slow and really be sure. Sam argued he was sure and it wasn’t like he was some blushing virgin. This opened things up and they boys ended up having a huge discussion about everything that had happened to Sam and how he felt about it. The younger boy even talked about how much he’d wanted their father and everything that had happened between them but how John was determined that nothing ever happen again.
A couple months passed from their first kiss before Dean felt they were ready and Sam was so excited he ripped off his clothes and grabbed the lube from his bag before Dean was half undressed.
“Slow down kiddo, we have all night.” Dean said with a grin. They made out and just touched each other for a long time before Sam lay on his back and spread his legs, but Dean again shook his head. “Actually I was thinking we could do this the other way… if you want?”
The idea had never even occurred to Sam but he was immediately so desperate for it. He’d been fucked so many times but had never actually stuck his dick in anyone before. Sam made sure to prep his brother as much as he could before the older boy was ordering him to get to it, then he sank his cock down into the tightest wet heat he’d ever felt around him. He didn’t last long but he used his skilled mouth to make sure Dean blew his brains out as hard as Sam had.
After that Sam fucked Dean all the time. When Dad wasn’t home they would have sex two, sometimes three times a day, and when the man was around they looked for any opportunity to get away from his prying eyes and touch each other.
A month later Azazel showed up again in the form of another student but Sam pushed him away and said he didn’t want to have sex with him. Surprisingly the demon just shrugged and offered his cut up and bloody arm for Sam to suck on instead, which he hungrily latched onto. Once the wound closed and Sam had had his fill Azazel told him he’d be away for a while and that he’d send his daughter, Meg, to check in with him and give him his blood if he wanted it.
Meg showed up every six weeks or so at first but over time her visits increased as Sam’s need for the blood did. The first time he met her she was wearing a maid from the motel they were staying at. Then she was the school nurse and around his 16th birthday she was a student in his class. His favourite was when she showed up as a hot young 20 something. She had already been hitting on Dean before Sam knew who she was and when he found out he went along with everything until somehow they ended up taking her back to the room and having a threesome where she rode Sam’s cock while Dean fucked her ass. As Dean’s eyes were closed while he fucked into her from behind she bit down on her finger and pushed it into Sam’s eager mouth where he drank her blood right in front of his unaware brother.
Sam started noticing things moving around him and could feel his power growing so Meg started meeting him during lunch break or when Dean was away to help him learn to use his powers. The first time he flung her across the room he was shocked and thrilled. Then Meg taught him how to pull a newer/lesser demon from its meatsuit and send it back to hell without doing an exorcism.
As time passed and Sam’s 17th birthday approached, he started noticing things about his brother as well. They had never gotten sick very often and Sam not at all after he started up with Azazel but now Dean was no longer ever getting sick, not even the heartburn he used to get after stuffing himself right full of super spicey chili. His reflexes were faster, his senses sharper, and it was like his skin and hair shone with good health. Sam even thought his eyes were even greener than they used to be.
When Meg didn’t show up for one of their blood and training sessions Sam was concerned but not that worried. Until a week later when the shakes started. Thankfully both Dean and John were away on separate hunts so there was no one around to see Sam start to sweat and shake. As the week wore on he began to feel ill and weak as well and cursed that he had no way to actually contact the demon on his own. Another week went by and Dean was back and worried as hell but Sam blamed the flu that was going around and tried not to let his brother see how bad it was getting.
By the third week Dean was gone again and Sam was getting really desperate. The craving inside him was way beyond anything he’d ever felt and he didn’t want to go to school but if he didn’t and Dean found out he would know how bad it was so he packed his bag while trying to hide the stomach cramps he was getting. Just before the bell rang at the end of first period he got a notification that he had to go to the principal’s office. He had to stop and throw up on the way there and didn’t know how he was going to keep hiding how bad things were.
When he reached an almost empty main office he was shown right into Mr. Cartright’s office. The man was seated in a chair at a table off to the side of the room, but not his desk chair. This was just a standard wooden chair. He also had his pants opened and was slowly pumping his cock. Sam gasped and was about to turn and storm out when the man’s eyes turned yellow.
“There’s my boy.”
“Azazel?”
“Why don’t you come over here and show me how happy you are to see me.”
Sam could see the beads of precum on his dick and felt the saliva pool in his mouth. “But um I…” The need was cutting into his guts like knives and his body was demanding that he move. “Dean and I, I can’t.” he tried to explain around the pounding in his head and chest.
“Dean doesn’t even need to know about this. Come on baby, I can see how bad you need it.” Feeling like his body was moving on its own without his consent Sam crossed the room and sank down onto the floor. Taking the demon’s cock into his mouth Sam dug his tongue into the slit to get every drop he could get then sucked it down hard to make more bubble up. He worked for several long minutes before he was pulled up and ordered to strip.
Sam had no idea how his clothes fell off of him but suddenly he was climbing onto the man’s lap and forcefully pushing down on that wet cock. Sam hadn’t bothered to prep himself and since he usually topped with Dean it had been a while so the pain was intense as he was speared open. There might have even been some tearing but Sam clamped his mouth shut and kept the scream inside. His need was much more important that the pain ripping his ass apart and as he started to move it did recede.
“That’s my boy, needed it so bad didn’t you baby?” The demon crooned as he gripped Sam’s hips and helped guide him. “Not too fast now, I want this to last.” Azazel said as he slowed things down but Sam NEEDED. He needed like he’d never needed before and on one hand it terrified him but on the other he couldn’t think about anything except filling himself with cum and drinking down the demon’s blood, so he suddenly shot forward and ripped into the man’s shoulder where it’s shirt was hanging open with his teeth, sucking all the blood he could while he slammed himself down on it’s cock.
“Yes, Sammy, just like that.” The demon moaned beneath him as Sam drank and fucked harder and harder. Cum spurted from his dick but Sam continued his relentless assault on the man below him and was hard again by the time he had to bite into that shoulder again since the last wound had already stopped flowing. This time Sam didn’t just bite down but tore his teeth sideways to open the skin further and let more blood pour out. He could feel the sticky substance all over his face and where it dripped down on both of them but he was beyond thinking or caring. He came again and felt the demon frantically thrusting up into him as it came as well but Sam still kept going, finding himself still hard and still wanting. He finally finished drinking as his stomach was full so he got up and threw the demon to the ground where he mounted him again and rode him into the floor as papers flew around the room and the wood beneath them splintered and cracked. After his third orgasm tore through him he collapsed back onto the ground but the demon wasn’t done with him and rolled onto him to continue pounding into his lax body. Sam just lay there and let Azazel take what he wanted as his whole body was awash in ecstasy. He did get hard again and when the demon fell back off him Sam sat up and tore the man’s pants off, spread his legs and slammed into his body, right through the resistance of his clearly virginal asshole.
Sam felt so powerful, not just for the raw power in his body but he had an ancient being below him, begging him for more. Some distant part of him thought he heard knocking on the door but the demon held a hand out and suddenly there was silence again except for their harsh breathing and the sounds of the cracking floor.
“That’s my boy, fucking me so good. Let it all out… come on, fuck me harder, break this body Sammy.”
The words washed over him and suddenly his mind cleared and he could see the body of his principal below him, shoulder torn open and no longer bleeding, but clearly damaged and the disgust welled up in him. Yanking his cock out of the man’s body Sam staggered back and threw up on the floor as tears poured from his face.
“Its okay Sammy. It’s okay. You did so good today, I’m so proud of you.” The words were like knives in his chest but Sam let himself be brought to his feet where the demon held him affectionately. Sam felt the lips against his and returned the kiss automatically, but he was removed from it, couldn’t really feel it. He did see Azazel take in the blood all over him and he grabbed some Kleenex to wipe his face at least.
“The stains are mostly on your outer shirt so if you take it off I think we can get away with saying you had a nose bleed.”
Sam did as instructed and got his clothing in place but it still didn’t feel like him. He distantly wondered if this was what shock felt like but the thought flittered away like he couldn’t hold on to it. The demon in the principal’s body covered itself with a jacket and walked him into the outer office, telling the woman there the story he’d concocted and that he was going to give Sam a ride home. Somehow they were then outside the motel room and the demon was trying to follow him into the room but the salt line stopped him.
“Sammy, gonna let me in? I need to make sure you’re okay.” He said and without even thinking about it Sam kicked a break in the line. He could feel the demon behind him as he walked into the empty room. John and Dean were both gone, John still and Dean again, so it was just Sam on his own here so it felt nice when hands guided him through undressing and cleaning up the rest of the blood. Sam got his first look at his face and distantly registered the smeared dried blood but Azazel cleaned it all off him then led him to the bed where he helped him off with all his clothes then took off all his own again.
Azazel used his mouth to get Sam hard again and while his body was responding Sam’s mind was still fractured. Part of him was there and feeling everything and another was somewhere far off where nothing could touch him. Sam lay there on the bed as his dick unbelievably rose and hardened to full mast, then the demon climbed on top and brutally rode him.
“Come on kid, make it hurt.” He moaned and Sam gripped his hips so hard he though he heard something crack as he braced his legs and thrust up into the still warm body. That’s it baby. Maybe you need some more blood, come on.” Sam sat up and snaked his hands up the demon’s back, hooking his hands around the back of Azazel’s shoulders to hold him down as he continued to fuck up into that tight heat that was getting really sloppy and open. Nails raked down Sam’s back and he responded by leaning in and tearing into the man’s skin yet again and letting all that warm goodness rush over his tongue. Grabbing the demon by the legs Sam used an inhuman strength to lift him up and throw him across the room.
The wall dented with the impact of the body and those yellow eyes looked at him with pleasure and pride as Sam got up and stalked up to him, lifting him and impaling him with his cock with more power than he’d ever used before. He could hear the tearing and felt the man start to bleed so he pulled out and threw him down onto his stomach over the end of the bed so Sam could get his face in there and drink the mix of cum and blood right from the source. Once he’d licked the hole clean he forced Azazel’s face down onto the bed and hammered his cock into him again and again.
“That’s it Sammy, so fucking good. Best fuck I’ve had in a millennium. Come on baby, fuck me harder, make me bleed.”
Sam leaned over and bit into the man’s shoulder tearing skin and muscle tissue with his bare teeth. Azazel’s ass clamped down on him as the demon came for… Sam didn’t know how many times now, but he continued to slam into the body below him. His cock actually hurt with how forceful he was being and Sam didn’t know what he was even feeling, if it could be termed pleasure at all, but his dick stayed hard and he kept fucking.
Sam came again but all the blood must be keeping him hard because he still didn’t go down at all. He pulled out and forced the demon’s mouth back on him. Hand gripping the man’s hair so hard chunks were coming out, Sam slammed his cock down Azazel’s throat as the demon chocked and gagged to the point he was clearly not breathing. Not that demons needed to breathe but the body it inhabited did.
Sam came down his throat before picking him up and throwing him up the bed so that he could mount him again. The demon’s dick was also hard again and leaking as Sam pistoned into him. He had no idea how long they had been fucking but a part of him knew it was a supernaturally long time. But his mind was still splintered and it was like none of this was touching him deep inside where the real Sammy was curled up in a ball and pretending this wasn’t happening.
He had both the demon’s legs on his shoulders as he pounded into the too loose hole, barely feeling any tightness at all anymore, when Azazel grabbed his hands and put them around his throat. Sam’s cock surged forward and throbbed with renewed vigour as his hands clamped down around the man’s throat. He could see those yellow eyes gloating while the face started to turn purple as no air could get past the crushing grip Sam had on the body. He could feel the ultimate orgasm climbing with each second as the face got darker and the eyes dimmer. Something dark inside him was clawing it’s way to the surface and Sam was just about to snap the neck in his hands when his eyes caught on the nightstand and he saw his brother’s zippo lighter sitting there.
Sam let go of the neck below him in an instant. His body convulsed with his final orgasm but his mind snapped back into focus again as he pulled out and sat back.
“Sammy, why did you stop? We were right there.”
“Get out.” Sam said as he continued to stare at the lighter.
“No, no, we need to finish this, come on.” Azazel tried to touch Sam but he grabbed the demon’s hands and pushed them away.
“I said no. Now leave and don’t come back we’re done here.”
“Sorry my boy but it doesn’t work like that. You see, you have a very strong addiction to demon blood, cum too but either will do, and you aren’t going to be able to just make that go away. Look what happened after just a few weeks without it. You were tearing this body apart. I can tell there are quite a few serious injuries in here and without proper care this man… well lets just say he needs a hospital now. I guess if I stayed in here long enough everything would heal on it’s own but I don’t plan to do that now that I’m done with him”
Sam looked up into those yellow eyes and put every bit of power into his voice. “You are going to leave here and take that man to the hospital where you will tell them you were assaulted on your way home after dropping a student off at home. You will keep my name out of it and you will make sure he survives. Now go.” Sam’s voice rang with some sort of power that he had no idea how he’d imbued it with and he saw the demons eyes almost glaze over for a moment before he shook his head as if to clear it.
For the first time since Sam had known him the demon looked angry but he also got to his feet and started to get dressed.
“Fine, we’ll play this your way for now but that’s just because I know you’ll be back my boy. You won’t be able to help it and next time, well, next time I’ll let you fuck my meatsuit to death.”
As soon as the demon was gone Sam ran to the toilet and puked up a stomach full of blood with some skin and muscle tissue mixed in with it.
Chapter 6
Sam didn’t leave the room for days. He did see the story on the news about Mr. Cartright and the vicious attack that had left the man in really bad shape. It was reportedly perpetrated by a gang of thugs that had been expelled the year before but so far no arrests had been made.
Spending his days staring at the wall Sam barely ate or slept so he could imagine how bad he must have looked to see the fear and concern on his brother’s face when he came home three days later. Sam didn’t even wait for Dean to put his bag down he just started talking. He told him everything. About the blood and how he’d been drinking it and how it made him feel and how bad he’d needed it, then about how it had felt when Meg never showed up and he started to go through what he assumed withdrawal felt like. Then he sat in his brother’s arms as he told him every detail of what had happened both in the principal’s office and here in this very room.
Dean was pretty shaken up afterwards and cried for a while but then he packed them up and said they were leaving. He called their father on his cell phone he had gotten recently and they hit the road, heading to Bobby Singers since it was the closest safe place they knew. Once they got there Sam sat in the car staring at nothing while Dean went in and talked to Bobby. Sam didn’t know what his brother told the older hunter but he was helped out of the car and up to the old bedroom the boys had shared when they were kids and stayed here.
School ended for the year and summer started but Sam never left the little bedroom except to use the washroom and eat. John showed up and again Sam had no idea what he was told but suddenly his father was taking turns with Dean sitting with him and telling him he was going to be okay.
Sam’s little room got stuffy and hot during July but he barely noticed as he lay sweating in the little bed. Dean started to take him out around the house for small walks to get his body moving and try to bring him back to himself but Sam walked around in a daze and barely even noticed he wasn’t in his little room.
The shakes finally hit in the middle of the month and Sam figured the amount of blood he’d taken in had given him quite a bit of extra time since he’d been getting it weekly before that day but it all must have finally worked it’s way out of his system. By mid August he had stopped eating and John had somehow produced an IV drip but as things began to fly around the room when the seizures hit it didn’t do much good.
Dean stayed by Sam’s side through the whole process, even when things were flying at his head, and somehow Sam made it through to the other side still alive which actually surprised him. He started eating again because his brother insisted and his stomach finally felt like it could hold something in it and by the beginning of September his body was starting to feel more like it used to. He was sitting under a tree in the field behind Bobby’s house as Dean read to him when he turned and actually took in his brother’s haggard and gaunt features. Guilt curdled in his stomach to see the effects all this had had so clearly on Dean’s face.
“Do you hate me now?” He asked when his brother paused and looked up at him.
“No, God no. Why would you ask that?”
“Because I… I…”
Dean leaned over and cupped Sam’s face with both his hands. “You listen to me Sam Winchester, there is nothing, and I mean nothing, that could ever make me hate you.”
“But I cheated on you and almost killed someone.” Dean’s whole face crumpled with grief and concern.
“Oh Sammy, I’m not holding the weird blood sex against you and as for that man the demon was riding you stopped yourself. Somehow you found the strength to stop yourself and you didn’t kill him. I’m proud of you Sam.”
Sam felt his eyes get big and something he hadn’t felt in so long seeped into his chest. Hope. Love and Hope. “Really?” He couldn’t help but ask.
“Yes you dingus. You think I’d be spouting all this girly shit if I didn’t mean it. I am so fucking proud of you kid and I love you so much, got it?”
Sam smiled for the first time in so long that it felt weird on his face, at least until he saw the emotion shining in his brother’s green eyes, then his smile got even bigger. Dean leaned in and gently kissed him on the lips which tingled afterwards as they got to their feet and walked back towards the house hand in hand.
By the end of September Sam finally felt ready to leave Bobby’s and both John and Dean were thrilled at the prospect of getting back to their form of normal. Sam was afraid of backsliding but saw how much both men, and Bobby too for that matter, had put on hold to take care of him and he was determined to show them he could do it, no matter how scared he was every minute of every day.
Chapter 7
John found them a small two-bedroom house in upstate New York and Sam started back to school with his best fake smile and tried to convince himself he was okay. At night he clung to Dean in fear of any dreams he might have since the nightmares now focused on that terrible day and things he’d done himself rather than nameless faceless people.
Sam’s relationship with his brother was back to the hand holding and kissing stage but he was grateful for that this time since he knew he wasn’t ready for anything else and Dean seemed to know it too. Sam wondered if John suspected anything about them but was too afraid to ask and the man never said anything about the boys sharing a bed rather than one taking the sofa at night.
Halloween and the anniversary of their mother’s death came and went while John was in and out between hunts. Dean got a job sweeping floors at an office building down the road and Sam started to collect college brochures. He was unsure if he was actually going to apply but his counsellor was pushing for him to after she saw his grades against his records that showed how much he’d missed and how often he’d changed schools. She had been blown away that he’d been able to keep a 4.0 against those obstacles and started pressuring him to do up his applications. She promised to give him a glowing recommendation to include as well but he politely thanked her and said he’d think about it.
When thanksgiving finally came around their little family decided to take the day off for once. They had all been helping John research for his latest hunt but the older man packed everything up and declared it an actual holiday for them as well as the rest of the country. Sam thought it was probably a first. They played cards and watched the game while all chipping in to cook up a roast chicken dinner complete with mashed potatoes, gravy, green bean casserole (Sam’s contribution) corn, macaroni salad (Dean’s contribution) and a store bought pumpkin pie for dessert (also Dean’s contribution).
That night Sam dreamed one of his vivid dreams. He was in his little apartment he shared with his girlfriend at Stanford university but he was surrounded by fire and could feel the heat on his skin as he looked up at the ceiling and saw the woman he loved pinned and bleeding with flames licking up her melting skin. Sam screamed and screamed her name and tried to get closer but the flames kept him back. Suddenly the door was kicked in and Dean ran into the room, grabbing him by the arms and trying to pull Sam to safety but Sam resisted, wanting to save the woman that he knew it was too late to save. But then his eyes locked onto those bright green orbs and Sam let himself be pulled from the flames for the second time in his life.
Sam woke up screaming and crying and his brother immediately had him in his arms and was trying to soothe him as their father burst into the room with his gun drawn. It was a while before Sam was calm enough to speak. John had gone and gotten them all a shot of whisky to settle their nerves which did help so Sam huddled into Dean’s warmth and detailed the dream for his family and how it had felt, how real it was. He knew it was a premonition and that if he didn’t change it that would happen.
Getting up Sam crossed the room and dug a large envelope out of his duffle which he ripped in half.
“Sam, what’s that.”
“My college applications. The fire happened because I left and went to Stanford so I won’t go.”
Dean got to his feet and gripped Sam by the shoulders. “Sam you don’t have to go that far. If you want to go to school we’ll stand by you and figure out a way to make it safe, even if it is to Stanford.”
“Safer if I just don’t go. Right Dad.” Sam turned to his father knowing that John would hate the idea of Sam going off to college since they had argued about that very thing before.
“No, your brother’s right. If that’s what you want we can find a way. I mean, Dean only hunts part time these days anyway so you could get an apartment together and I can come stay with you between hunts. We can demon proof the place up the wahzoo with all Bobby’s knowledge. Did you know there are these things called devils traps that can actually trap a demon inside it?” John stroked his stubbled chin as he thought through logistics.
“See Sammy, if it’s something you want Dad and I are behind you all the way.”
“I… I don’t know. I don’t know what I want to do.”
“Well re-do those applications and get them mailed in so that you can at least see what your options are, then you can make a decision and we can make a plan.” Sam’s eyes teared up.
“Thank you Dean.” He said and without thinking leaned in to brush his lips against his brother’s. Both him and Dean realized at the Same time and jumped apart as they swung their gazes towards their father but John was blushing and looking up at the ceiling uncomfortably.
“Well I’ll ah, I’ll just head to bed then.” The older man said awkwardly.
“Wait, you aren’t mad?” Sam asked.
John’s brows drew together. “About what? School? No we’ll figure that out.”
“No about us, me and Dean.” Sam said as he flicked his hand between the two of them to indicate who he was talking about even though he’d just said it.
“Oh well… I um, I knew about that.”
“How?” Dean asked incredulously.
“Came home from a hunt early last spring, got an eyeful through an open window.” John said with a shrug.
“And you’re okay with it?” Dean asked in the Same tone, like he couldn’t believe this was his father.
“It can’t be worse than what I… what Sam and I… look, I don’t really want to see any more of it than I already have, and you need to make sure you keep that shit from getting out to other people, but what you two do together is between you two.”
Sam crossed the tiny space and wrapped his arms around his father’s shoulders. “Thanks Dad.” He said quietly before the man got uncomfortable and shrugged him off to head back to bed.
Once John was gone Sam and Dean both got back into bed but this time Dean pulled his brother into his arms as the little spoon even though Sam was officially taller now, by like an inch.
“You really think he’s okay with all this?” Dean asked and Sam could hear the vulnerability he was trying to hide.
“Yeah Dean, I really do. It’s not the Same thing as father son incest and well, him and I did… a few times actually. So if he can live with what happened between us those few times then me and you must be like a cake walk in his mind.”
Dean nuzzled his nose in behind Sam’s ear. “And I really don’t want to think to much about that so what about your dream? Are you okay about all that.”
“I don’t know. I was so scared when I woke up and could feel all the emotions but right now I’m just really confused about how I could even be in a relationship with anyone other than you. I don’t know how I got from where we are here to there and that’s I think the part that scares me the most.”
“I um, I knew about the envelope Sam. I thought maybe you were planning to go and leave me and I was gonna let you if that was what you wanted.” Dean said hesitantly as his eyes dropped down so they were no linger meeting Sam’s.
“No. Dean I never want to be apart from you. That’s why I hadn’t even made up my mind if I was gonna go or not.”
“Your life would be a lot easier if you did. You could go get that normal life with a wife and kids and some sort of safe office job.”
“I don’t think you understand how important you are to me Dean. I honestly would not have gotten through those withdrawals without you beside me every step of the way and Dean, I don’t think I told you this but you’re what snapped me out of it.” Sam took a deep breath.
“When I had my hands on that man’s neck and I was squeezing so hard he was no longer breathing I could see myself snapping his neck. I was just about to even though I knew I would be crossing a line I could never come back from, but my muscles were bunching and I really was about to do it then I saw your zippo on the night stand. You’d forgotten it and I’d kept it beside the bed to remind myself of you.” Sam tilted Dean’s chin so they were looking right into each others eyes.
“As soon as I saw it I remembered how much I loved you and I let go of everything. All of it, the power buzzing through my body; the hunger to inflict pain; the rage I didn’t even realize I had; the influence over me that Azazel had spent years honing; the intense sexual and euphoric feeling the blood had brought on; all of it. I just let it all go when I thought of you.”
Dean’s hand was cupping his face as a tear streaked down Sam’s cheek. “Yeah, I love you too.” He said with his famous cheeky grin before leaning in and gently kissing Sam.
Sam leaned into the kiss and for the first time in so long felt the curl of desire in his gut. Dean looked at him in the bright moonlight and must have seen something on his face because he leaned back over Sam so that they could really kiss this time.
Tears leaked from the corner of his eyes as he made out with his brother and let his hands roam over all that warm skin he loved so much, but they were tears of joy at feeling this again and Dean must have understood as he pulled back to wipe them away with his thumbs then captured Sam’s lips in another deep liplock.
Boxers disappeared and hands found each others cocks already hard and leaking, starved for attention. Sam’s hand glided over Dean’s throbbing cock just the way he knew the other boy liked it and felt Dean doing the Same to him. Dean started to lay back so Sam could climb on top of him but instead Sam pulled his shoulder back towards himself.
“No, need you tonight.” He said and saw that his brother got it. Dean reached over into the nightstand and pulled out an old bottle of lube and slicked up his fingers as he went to work opening Sam up. The older boy was gentle and very thorough as he worked. In the old days Sam would have been impatient to move on and would have pushed for as little prep as possible but tonight he lay there and reveled in the feeling of his brother’s fingers deep inside him, taking care of him and wanting to keep him from harm or pain.
Dean leaned over and sucked Sam’s cock into his mouth lazily as he worked the boy open. It wasn’t hard or intense but it was exactly what Sam needed to just stay in the moment and not let himself race ahead in his mind or fall into the past.
When Dean finally climbed between Sam’s legs the moonlight caught on his face and his eyes glittered as the two of them just stared into each other, seeing everything they were to each other reflected back, before Dean slowly pushed into Sam’s warm body.
“Deeaan.” Sam breathed the name out like it was the only word in the universe that had any meaning to him and he heard the answering “Sammy” in the Same all-encompassing tone.
Dean set up a slow pace that just let them both feel every moment of what was happening between them, both physically and emotionally. Eyes locked together they both worked together, pushing and pulling, sliding together through the sweat that beaded up on their skin, until their building orgasms pushed them faster and faster. Stars burst from behind Sam’s eyes as his body exploded in a supernova of feeling. Dean pumped his release into him and finally slowed his pace, dropping his head down to rest against Sam’s while they caught their breath.
“I love you Dean.”
“I know baby, love you too.” The older boy yawned and rolled off Sam but pulled the younger man along so that he ended up with his head resting on Dean’s chest. They both fell into a deep sleep.
Chapter 8
Sam finished his applications, including the required essays, and sent them all off. The following months flew by as he indulged in having Dean’s full attention as the other boy hadn’t been doing much hunting since the incident with Sam and Azazel. Sam worried about where the demon was and if he was still being watched but there was nothing he could do except be vigilant and take all the precautions he could. He also still battled a lot of guilt over what he had done that horrible day (and all the blood drinking leading up to it) as well as the fact that he had cheated on Dean even if the other boy didn’t see it that way.
Sam’s pockets these days were usually filled with a vial of holy water and a rosary that he carried like a security blanket. He also had salt in his backpack and knew a few different exorcisms by heart. He also knew to say Christo if he suspected someone and their eyes would flash black if they were in fact possessed. At school Sam tried to make sure he wasn’t off alone with anyone out of sight of other people and otherwise didn’t leave their little house unless with his father or brother. Dean was still very concerned about him and often tried to get him to make more trips out of the house but the anxiety made Sam’s breath catch in his throat as his heart raced so he kept putting it off.
John was more focused in on Demon’s than ever before and was determined to learn all that he could which took him away even more than his regular hunting did, but Dean was home so Sam tried not to worry about his father too much. He knew John Winchester could take care of himself, especially now that he was protected from possession. When John was around him and Dean tried to tone down their ‘couply’ behaviour and just act like the brothers they ahd always been but knowing John was aware of their relationship took the pressure off and it was nice to know that if he did slip and kiss Dean with John in the room it wasn’t the end of the world. John would just turn his head and pretend he didn’t see as he loudly cleared his throat.
There was all this fear inside him and anxiety about everything as he meticulously tried to control the world around him but Sam knew the person he was most afraid of wasn’t even the demon, it was himself. Whenever he remembered how close he’d come to just giving in his stomach rolled and he felt like he was going to throw up. Even after all these many months he woke up in cold sweats with that moment replaying in his mind but with him not seeing Dean’s lighter on the nightstand.
It was lunchtime in the school cafeteria and Sam was seated at a table by himself with his back to a wall as he nibbled on the sandwich he’d brought from home. They were now living in South Carolina as winter gave way to spring in the south and Sam was happy to not be buried in snow as they had been in upstate New York until they moved the previous month. Down here Sam hadn’t even bothered with a jacket as he left the motel they were currently inhabiting. Sitting amongst all the other students Sam was lost in thought when a cute little brunette plopped down into the empty seat beside him and leaned forward to casually rest her chin in her propped up hand.
“Hey Sammy, how’s it going?”
Sam’s eyes snapped up to see the black flash in the girl’s eyes before being hidden away so that the lay people around them didn’t see and freak out.
“Meg. What are you doing here?”
“Well its been months little brother and we haven’t seen or heard from you, hurts a girl’s feelings you know.”
“Go away Meg. I’m done with you and Azazel. I’m done with all of it.”
Meg’s tinkling laughter rang out and she reached out to push his shoulder like they were old friends sharing a joke. “That’s hilarious Sammy. I never knew you were such a funny guy.” The dramatic hand movements drew Sam’s gaze and he saw a large cut that was scabbed over on the girl’s arm. Sam realized this was the reason the demon had chosen this girl as a vessel, not because of how cute she was, and he was proven right when Meg raised an eyebrow and slowly peeled the scab off the cut.
Sam’s eyes zeroed in on the deep red blood bubbling up and he immediately caught the coppery scent. Even if Meg hadn’t introduced herself he would have been able to tell it was demon blood because he could now smell the sulfur infused within the natural scent, as well as something else that as far as Sam could tell was completely unique. Almost like a rotting vegetation smell but not quite.
Heart racing, skin prickling Sam could feel the saliva pool in his mouth as every instinct in him wanted to lean forward and put his mouth over the red drops that were now leaking out of the cut. Meg’s arm came up in front of him as she urged him to take a little taste but Sam scrambled back so fast he knocked the chair he’d been sitting on over and all eyes in the room swung towards them. Sam backed up to the wall, keeping Meg in front of him.
“Leave me alone Meg.” He panted, gaze still flickering down to the line of blood now running down the demon’s arm.
“What are you gonna do about it Sammy? Powers working anymore without all the extra juice we were giving you?” The bitch taunted.
“Leave or I’m gonna start the strongest exorcism I know.”
“What, in front of all these people? Yeah right.”
Sam’s eyes bore into hers and he saw her back down when she saw that if she pushed him he absolutely would follow through on his threat. Hell, his hand was already popping the stopper off the top of his vial of holy water in his pocket.
“Ah, you’re no fun anymore. Fine I’ll go, but I’ll be around if you change your mind. Just call for me really loud in your head and I’ll find you.”
As soon as Meg was gone Sam almost ran to the closest washroom and emptied all the contents of his stomach. He was shaking and sweating and just huddled in the stall in front of the toilet as he pulled the cell phone his father gave him for Christmas from his pocket. Thankfully Dean answered on the second ring knowing something was wrong for Sam to be calling in the middle of school.
“De, she was here. I’m… oh God, Please De.”
“Sammy? Where exactly are you?”
“Washroom, the one down the hall from the cafeteria in the east wing.”
“Okay, hold tight little brother I’m not far.” Sam hung up the phone without saying anything else and just sat against the metal wall as he shook. This was supposed to be over, it had been so long since he’d gotten clean last summer but right now it felt like it had only been last week.
Time must have passed because suddenly Dean was knocking on the stall door and calling for Sam to open the door. Reaching up he turned the lock and even though they were both large, and the space was quite small, somehow Dean was in the stall with him and pulling him into his arms.
“It’s okay Sammy, I got’cha. Nothing gonna happen with me here.” Dean rocked him until Sam’s shaking subsided. He had no idea if anyone came into the washroom or not, the world beyond these tiny four walls no longer existed as he focused on breathing in his brother’s scent to chase away the lingering smell of the blood. “Alright Sammy, lets get you up and out of here. Everyone else should be in class so we just gotta get out of the building, and Baby is right by the closest door. Lets go sasquatch, ups-a-daisy.”
Dean’s hands were under his armpits as Sam was pulled to his feet, then his brother’s arm was around his waist as he helped Sam from the room, steering him towards the car and what Sam considered safety. Once they were on the road Dean turned to him and asked what happened.
“It was Meg. She… she just sat down and started talking, then she picked a scab off her arm and offered me the blood. She… she shoved it right in my face. I said no and got away from her but… Dean it was so hard. I wanted it so bad.” A sob escaped him as he continued. “I thought… I thought it would be better by now. Shouldn’t I be over it by now?”
“Sammy, we have no idea what should and shouldn’t be. This isn’t like drugs or alcohol that thousands of people struggle with everyday so there’s some sort of guide to how people react to different things. This is demon blood and we have no idea what it physically does to you but it’s obviously extremely addictive. I’m proud of you for resisting when it was shoved in front of you like that.”
Sam nodded absently and then scooted across the seat to cuddle up to Dean’s side. “I don’t want it Dean. Even when my whole body was screaming at me to lick it up my head knew I didn’t want it.”
“See that’s something. When it comes to mind over matter I have complete faith in my brainiac of a little brother.”
“You would have never given in and done it in the first place.” Sam said sadly. The car swerved and Dean quickly parked in an empty parking spot.
“Hey you listen up you idiot. We have no idea what I would or wouldn’t have done since none of this ever happened to me. I didn’t have a demon pretending to be dad molesting me when I was a little kid and then manipulating me for years and years. Sam that demon screwed with you long before he ever let you have your first taste of the blood. You have to start to give yourself some credit for saving yourself because as much as you say it was seeing my zippo that would not have done anything if you didn’t choose for it to work. That was your mind and your heart fighting back and you won. You didn’t give that bastard what he wanted and it must have been something pretty damn spectacular considering we haven’t seen hide nor hair of the fucker since then.” Dean paused to tip Sam’s chin up so that they were eye to eye. “Sammy you are extraordinary. It’s probably why Azazel wanted you in the first place but he underestimated just how strong you really are.”
Sam hadn’t even been aware of the tears on his face until Dean tenderly wiped them away. “I am constantly in awe of you Sammy and don’t you ever forget it.” Sam closed the small space between them and kissed his brother for all he was worth for several long minutes until Dean eventually pulled away.
“Alright sasquatch, lets stow the rest of this until we get home and behind the salt line, yeah?”
“Yeah Dean. Thank you.”
“Any time sweetheart. Anytime.” Dean put the car back in gear and they quickly made the short trip back to the motel they were staying at.
Sam felt much lighter after his brother’s little speech and the rest of the night went by without incident. Sam did wake up to hear Dean on the phone filling in their father what had happened but even thinking Sam was asleep Dean was again talking about how strong Sam was to have resisted and gotten away then calling Dean for help. It was when he said “Yeah I’m so proud of him too’ that Sam realized John must have actually said it first and the tears again burned behind his eyes. Taking a deep breath he let it out and pushed the fear and anxiety he’d been living with out with the stale air because that was all it was, something he no longer needed. Sam felt stronger than he had in a hell of a long time and actually fell back to sleep before his brother came back to bed.
Chapter 9
Sam didn’t have any more confrontations with Meg or any other demons but he knew they were there, watching, waiting for him to do something… he wasn’t sure what but he could feel them around even when they moved again. They hit North Dakota in April and it was nice to know they were closer to Bobby if they needed him, especially since John basically turned around and left again. But John was hunting information on Azazel and why he wanted Sam so bad so Sam didn’t complain too much about it. He was thrilled though when his father showed up a week before his 18th birthday and said he wouldn’t be leaving for a couple weeks. Both Sam and Dean were excited at the news.
John filled them in on some stuff he’d learned (Sam wasn’t sure he wanted to know how he learned it so he went and got take out while John filled Dean in on that part). It was hard hearing his father say that he was pretty sure this was the Same demon that had killed his mother and Sam’s guilt was almost overwhelming that he had been fucking his mother’s murderer. He had knowingly had sex with the demon who destroyed their whole family. When he broke down and told Dean of his thoughts his brother argued with him that he was a child and tricked because he thought it was John. Sam thought he could maybe give himself some grace for that part but then he had still fucked the demon after that and drank his blood knowing he was a demon. How could he ever forgive himself for that?
“Hey kiddo, mind if we have a talk?” John asked as he sat down on the sofa beside Sam while Dean was out. Sam put his book down and gave his dad a nod as he turned to face the man. John looked at him and lay his warm hand over top of Sam’s where it rested on his thigh. Sam instinctively inched closer to his father. Although it had now been a few years since he’d had sex with the older man there was still something that drew him closer to him, that wanted him. Wanted John to want him back. Weather it was all the years where he felt like an afterthought to his father and he was still trying to seek his attention or if Azazel really had screwed him up that much Sam didn’t know, but he figured there would always be that pull.
In Sam’s quest for honesty he had even confessed all these things to his brother in the safety of their bed with the covers pulled over their heads. Dean had understood and not condemned him for those thoughts and had encouraged Sam to talk to their father about them to find some closure but Sam hadn’t. John had not touched him in that kind of way since that last time when he was 15 but there were times that the man still looked at him a certain way that Sam wondered what John really thought inside his head about Sam and what had happened between them.
“Is something wrong?” Sam asked.
“No, just thought maybe we should talk. Dean said something the other day and I want to make sure you aren’t blaming yourself for all of this.” Sam looked guiltily down at his hands, unable to get anything past the lump that suddenly formed in his throat. “Sammy, you have to know that none of this, none of it is your fault.”
“But if your theory is right that the demon came for me that night and mom just got in the way then she’s dead because of me.”
John sighed loudly. “God kid, you were a baby and she was your mother. I can promise you she happily gave her life trying to protect you and what that demon did is on it not you. Look at me...” John gripped his chin and tilted it up so they were face to face. “I promise you it was not your fault. None of this was, not even what Azazel did to you.”
Sam swallowed hard. “But I just let him. Even if I thought it was you I always did what he wanted and I did all those things with him. I let him…” Tears burned Sam’s eyes.
“Sammy you were a child and you thought he was your father, the person you relied on to teach you right from wrong, who kept you safe and fed you and of course you did what he said. You thought he was me. I don’t blame you, no one would, you have to stop blaming yourself.”
“But I let him feed me his blood. I let him fuck me and feed me even after I knew and I wanted it.”
John pulled Sam forward into his arms where he held him tight while smoothing his hair down the back of his head. After a few minutes where Sam just cried on his father’s shoulder John pulled back so they were face to face again. “Sam don’t you see, not only were you groomed from a young age but I think you were already addicted. From the things you’ve said I think that his cum really was like… what did you call it… magic juice? I think that whatever it is you get from the blood you were already getting from the cum, just maybe in a smaller concentration. Don’t you see, by the time they fed you those first drops of blood you were already addicted and couldn’t help it. You didn’t even know it so you would have had no idea to try and fight it.”
“But what about… I wanted you even when I wasn’t getting… that… from the demon. Dad, I… I… I forced you…”
“Oh Sammy, I don’t blame you for anything that happened between us. I blame myself since I was the adult and I blame that fucker, but not you. Sam you were 14 years old, had been manipulated and groomed by a high-ranking demon and fed a steady diet of his cum for years all the while thinking it was me doing it to you. I understand what happened and I… well I have my own guilt that I’m still dealing with about it but I haven’t for one second blamed you.”
“Maybe you should. Even after you told me no I kept going, kept taking. Kept wanting. Even now, I’m so happy with Dean and I love him so much but there’s this place inside me that still wants you to touch me like that again and I know its wrong and can’t ever happen but its there.”
“Oh Sammy, my boy. It’s okay. You’re human and it’s not surprising you still feel that way. Hell, I still feel a... a pull toward you… and I fucking know better. I’m your dad and I still think about what we did and it disgusts me and turns me on and it’s been years and I still don’t know how to deal with it. But I love you too much to hurt you like that because it would hurt you even if you didn’t used to think it would.”
“You… you still… you feel like that? You’re still attracted to me?” Sam was truly shocked.
“Unfortunately, but that doesn’t mean I would ever act on it again.” John said softly.
Sam leaned closer “Even if I wanted you to?”
There was a flash of longing followed by a look of disappointment on John’s face before he cleared his expression. “Sam, ask yourself this, do you really want that? Do you really want me to lean in and kiss you right now? What would that really make you feel?”
“I don’t know, maybe I wanna see.” Sam said as he licked his lips and closed the last couple inches to brush his mouth over the older man’s. John froze for a moment then just held there as Sam kissed him a little more, licking into that mouth he hadn’t felt in so long. John’s hands came up to cup his face and just hold him in place as he kissed back for several long minutes.
Sam could feel himself get hard as he reveled in the taste of his father’s mouth but then the voice in his head reminded him of Dean and how much he loved his brother and suddenly the kiss didn’t feel so good anymore. The arousal in his gut died off and Sam pulled back and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. Scooting back a bit on the sofa so that there was more room he looked into his father’s face and saw pride on the man’s features instead of the anger Sam expected.
“See, wasn’t what you thought it was anymore was it?”
“No, I mean it was good but then I thought about Dean and I realized I didn’t want it anymore. I just want Dean.”
“What you and your brother have is very special Sam. I mean, it took a bit to get my head wrapped around it and I doubt anyone else would understand, but you two, you fit together in the way most people only dream of finding with another person.”
“So you let me kiss you so I could realize I didn’t actually want you anymore?” He asked in amazement.
“Yeah. Okay, it sounds bad but yes. I think you’ve been carrying a lot of what happened between us around in your head and you need to start letting that shit go son. Both the guilt and the thought you still wanted me because I’ve known for a while that you really don’t anymore and that’s a good thing. I’m happy about that, its as it should be.”
“But what about you, you said you still…”
“Sam I’m your father and I will always, always, love you and want you to be happy. That’s all that matters. I can and have found lots of people to have sex with, it’s just sex, but you being my son, you and Dean being together and in my life, that’s what I live for. All I live for. Even my revenge and hunting are second to that, got it?”
Sam’s whole body was filled with the warmth of his father’s love. This was probably the first time outside of sex that he’d ever felt so completely seen and so deeply loved by the older man. “I love you Dad.”
“Not nearly as much as I will always love you. Now, did this help at all?”
“Yeah, it really did, thank you.”
John pulled him back into a hug and kissed the top of his head. “I’m glad son.”
Sam was still snuggled into John’s side when Dean came in and Sam didn’t miss the look he shot the older man or the head nod he received in response. Sam smiled at his brother to show him that all was good and the three of them settled in for an evening of action movies that Dean had already picked out.
Chapter 10
The morning of Sam’s 18th birthday dawned bright and sunny and Sam was thrilled to be woken by his brother’s mouth around his aching cock as he received a pretty spectacular blow job. A quick glance around the motel room showed that John wasn’t around so Sam then followed Dean to the shower. When John returned he made French Toast for breakfast and had a bowl of fresh berries for on top just the way Sam liked. The whole day had been off to the best start when John said he had to run out again for an errand but would be back shortly. Only the man still wasn’t back hours later and the boys were starting to get worried. Dean decided to take baby and head out to see if he could track the man down but when Sam grabbed his jacket to follow he stopped him.
“No, you stay here in case he comes back. Call me if he does and don’t forget to fix the salt line, I got a bad feeling.”
“Fine, but you call me if you find him, right away Dean.” The pit in Sam’s stomach had been steadily growing and he was almost shaking with the anxiety coursing through him. Sam walked to the kitchenette to get the canister of salt when he heard a thump at the door. Running back he flung it open to see his father leaning against the door frame, beaten and bloodied.
“Dad!” He gasped as he rushed forward and got the man’s arm around his shoulders so he could help him into the room. John was limping and his face was awash in agony as Sam got him over to the closest bed and sat him down on the end. “Dad, what happened? Are you okay?” He asked as he ran his hands over the man, checking his injuries and looking for any that weren’t visible.
“Got jumped. Think they were demons, they beat me up and said to tell you happy birthday then they took off.” Guilt crashed through Sam at his father’s words.
“Lemme um, let me get the first aid kit.” Sam ran to the washroom to get a wet cloth and the kit as he kept his face averted so his father wouldn’t see his wet eyes. When he came back he gently wiped the smear of old flaky blood off is fathers face from what looked like a pretty bad nose bleed and checked to see if the nose might be broken. Thankfully it seemed all John’s injuries were fairly superficial but he was bruised up pretty good. Something had been stirring in Sam’s gut, almost a nauseous anxious feeling, as he cleaned the man up but he pushed all those thoughts away and focused on the task before him.
John’s hand came up to his face and tilted it up to that they were almost breathing the Same air. “Sam… I know I said…. But it wasn’t what I really felt…. Oh Sammy.” He said as his lips crashed down onto Sam’s own. The older man licked his way into the boy’s mouth with ease and Sam instinctively kissed back as an almost learned reflex. Getting his hands under Sam’s arms John lifted him and spun him down onto the bed where he then blanketed the younger man with his heavy body. Sam’s mind spun and he felt himself start to harden, especially when John’s hand came down over his dick, but as with the other day it didn’t feel right. Getting his hand up between them Sam pushed the man backwards enough to break the kiss.
“Dad, no. we… remember we talked about this.”
“I know but I was lying to myself and after our talk I couldn’t stop thinking about you and when those assholes were beating me all I could think about was your face and how I would never get to do this again. Sammy… I need you.” He leaned back down and kissed Sam even more deeply as he lined up their cloth covered dicks and ground his hips down into Sam’s.
The friction was causing Sam to harden but his head was still spinning. God, to hear that tone in his father’s voice and those words, that John needed him, was a rush, but it wasn’t what he wanted anymore and their talk had proved that the other day.
“Dad, no, stop.” He said as he tried to push John back again but the man just got his hands down between them and started pulling Sam’s jeans open, getting his cock out. “Dad.” Sam said again with another ineffectual push to his shoulders.
Somehow John got Sam’s pants down and off as Sam tried to talk to him and get him to listen. “Dad, you said you wanted me to be happy with Dean, remember?”
“Yes and I really thought that but I can hear you two having sex sometimes and it drives me crazy, how much I want it to be me in bed with you kiddo. I tried so hard Sammy, so hard not to want this but this morning I realized I can’t fight it and I know you want it too.” Sam didn’t know what to do as his anxiety had him almost paralized and suddenly he was naked from the waist down and his father was getting his own pants open as he slid between Sam’s naked legs.
“Dad, no, I love Dean. Please stop.” He said as he really began to finally struggle. Unfortunately, while Sam was taller he didn’t have the bulk that John had and the man was easily able to pin him down. He gathered both Sam’s hands and held them above his head with one hand while the other worked its way down to Sam’s hole where he pushed in easily since Sam had bottomed in the shower that morning.
“Oh fuck Sammy, feel so good inside.” John said as he wiggled his finger and pulled it free to line his cock up.
Sam was openly crying now. “Dad.. please don’t, I don’t want this.” Sam didn’t understand, there was no way his father would do this to him, no way, not after all they had been through. Sam looked up into the hazel eyes above him as John’s cock pushed its way into his body.
“Christo.” John’s eyes turned yellow and Azazel grinned back at him.
“Smart boy. I’ve missed you so much kiddo, you really have no idea.” The demon started pumping his hips as he fucked into Sam. “Oh fuck, I really have missed this. I’ve had more sex than you can imagine and it had really lost its appeal eons ago but then you came along. I’ve spent the last year tearing through people trying to find someone to replicate that last time with us when you went feral but I haven’t managed to find someone who even comes close. Come on Sammy, fight back.” Azazel let go of Sam’s wrists and he immediately punched the demon in the face as he struggled and fought to get free.
“Oh yeah, like that my boy, come on, you’re stronger than that.” The demon egged him on as Sam hit harder and tried to buck his back and hips to dislodge the demon but he remained pinned to the bed as he was getting railed by his father’s thick cock. Sam’s own cock had started to get hard again and he was agonized by the fact that his body was getting off on any part of this. Using all his strength he punched his fathers body in the side but other than a little grunt the demon just smiled.
Azazel leaned down and bit into Sam’s shoulder hard, drawing blood, and his mouth was red with it as he lifted back up and dove in for a forced kiss that Sam turned his head away from until it was forced back. Sam instinctively bit down on the tongue in his mouth and only realized his mistake too late when he bit too hard and blood filled his mouth. He tried to turn his head to spit it out but the taste was already filling him.
Sam’s body hummed with the intensity of his need but he still tried to spit it out. Unfortunately, Azazel didn’t let him, he kept his bleeding tongue shoved into Sam’s mouth and the blood slid down the back of his throat, burning and tingling as it spread throughout his whole body as it continued to flow into him. Sam’s senses sharpened and he barely noticed that Azazel had pulled out of his body and was re-positioning John’s body until he was impaling himself down onto Sam’s cock with no prep.
“Oh Fuck Sammy boy, fuck you got the best cock. Hurts so fucking good up inside me. I honestly don’t know the last time I enjoyed a cock in me like this, two maybe three hundred years ago.”
Sam knew his father’s ass had been torn and was bleeding enough to lube the slide from the way it felt as Azazel rode him hard. His body was reacting to the blood as if it hadn’t been over a year since he’d last had it and he felt like every single cell was singing with power and need. Sam’s mind was cloudy and less coherent as animal instinct took over.
“Come on Sammy, Daddy’s awake in here, show him what he’s been missing by denying you these last few years. Show daddy what you can do.” Sam’s hips bucked up into the wet heat of his father’s ass as his hands stopped fighting and came to rest on those hips. He could feel an orgasm building and fucked up mindlessly over and over.
“Roll me over Sammy, roll me over and fuck me harder.” John’s voice filled Sam’s head and he reacted to the commanding tone without any thought as he pushed up and rolled them both. Hiking the man’s legs up over his arms he hammered home again and again. “That’s it boy, just like that, come on… fuck me harder.” Azazel folded himself even further and his mouth was on Sam’s again, tongues tangling then the demon pulled back and bared his neck. “Come on Sammy take what you need, take it.” He crooned.
Sam looked down at the neck below him and the veins he could see pumping what he needed most but something held him back. His mind started to clear a tiny bit from the almost drug like induced haze but Azazel realized what was happening and surged up to kiss him again, having ripped open his own tongue with his teeth. Sam’s mouth was filled with the blood again which he greedily sucked down as his orgasm crashed over him so hard his vision whited out. Sam’s hips shuddered and slowed but his dick was still hard so he pulled out and flipped the demon over and drove back inside as he pulled the demon up onto all fours. “That’s it Sammy, fuck me hard.”
Azazel’s ass was driven back onto Sam’s cock as he frantically pumped his hips. He’d already cum once but it wasn’t enough with that thing inside him still building, still needing, and he was all animal instinct right now as his higher brain functions seemed to be mired in mud and fog.
Pulling the demon’s body up against his chest he sat back on his haunches and fucked up as Azazel fucked down onto him with supernatural strength and speed. He again bared his neck, tilting his head to the side so that’s Sam’s face was resting right there on the join between neck and shoulder. Sam could smell the blood beneath the surface and his mouth watered with the overwhelming strength of his want.
“Come on Sammy, show Daddy what he’s been missing… I need more.” Sam had lost track in his mind of who he was even fucking and reached around the body in front of him to jack its dick while he bit into it’s shoulder until it was screaming out its orgasm while Sam’s dick spurted out another load. But again it wasn’t enough and he continued to fuck up.
“Such a good boy my Sammy, so special and perfect.” Sam’s father’s voice said as it turned its head and kissed into Sam’s mouth with more blood. “Gonna give you a treat now.” He said once his mouth was free again. Come on Sam, lay me down and fuck me hard.”
Sam lay the body down on the bed below and continued to fuck into it with brutal thrusts. “That’s it Sammy, nail my prostate, make me crazy for it, right there baby.” Sam kept the angle and hammered into that little hole. “Okay baby, gonna let Daddy out for a bit, show him baby, show Daddy what you need. What we both need.”
Sweat was running down Sam’s skin as his body burned from the inside out but every atom of his being was humming in pleasure and with growing power.
“S-Sam…” The voice was different than it had been from where it was smooshed into the bed, but Sam didn’t even register it as he continued to fuck. “Sammy you gotta stop, Sammy, oh god. Oh fuck.” Hips wiggled at first to get away but then pushed back into Sam’s thrust. “Sam we can’t… you gotta… it’s the demon Sam.”
Sam was barely even registering the words as he pulled out and flipped the body, getting his legs up on Sam’s shoulders he slammed back inside, causing a loud shout followed by a high moan. Hands came up and pushed at his shoulders but there wasn’t much strength there as John’s eyes were practically rolling back in his head.
“Sam its still in me, uh uh, fuck, Sam you gotta… Sam please.” Something in the back of his head started to push forward. His eyes began to focus on the face below him as he shook his head as if to clear it. Sam let the legs fall off his shoulder as his hips slowed down but it was too late for John as something in the change pushed him over the edge and his dick shot cum so hard jets of it landed on his chin. Sam leaned down and licked it off with his tongue causing the other man to groan again before he gripped Sam by the shoulders.
“Sam. Come on son, look at me.” Sam looked up and his eyes connected with John’s. “That’s it…” John had just started to smile when his eyes flashed back to yellow.
“Oh no no, we can’t have that now can we my boy.” Legs wrapped around Sam’s hips as that ass was pushed back onto Sam’s still throbbing cock.
Sam could feel the power flowing through his body and his mind was coming back, fighting it’s way out of the sticky mud that was sucking it down. Azazel must have seen that he was losing Sam so he took advantage of Sam’s distraction to roll them. Pulling off Sam’s cock he slid back between the teens legs and pushed back into Sam they wa they had been when this all started.
“Come on Sammy, feel the darkness, feel the power.” He said as he bit his lip hard enough to bleed and leaned in to kiss Sam again. Latching on Sam closed his eyes and sucked the blood into his mouth, letting it consume him, change him, then licked his way into the demons mouth to bite his tongue and suck that down too. When the wound closed up Azazel pulled back to smile at him.
“That’s my boy.” The demon angled his hips and drove right into Sam’s prostate causing him to cry out in ecstasy. The mouth full of blood and the cock in his ass were going a long way to pushing his mind back down but something in him was still fighting. “Come on baby need more, need you to hurt me like before.” It bared it’s neck and shoved it into Sam’s face where Sam licked a wet stripe from shoulder to behind John’s ear. Or was it Azazel? Sam was so lost and out of it he was again losing track of who he was with.
“Come on Sammy, give Daddy what he needs. Hurt me.” Sam’s hands worked around to grip the ass that was pistoning into him and he roughly stabbed two fingers up inside. “Fuck, yes.” It cried out. “More.” He then demanded so Sam pulled them out and forcefully stabbed them in again. The harder he jammed his fingers the more the demon moaned in pleasure and soon Sam’s fingers were digging into the other ass cheek with enough force to cause pain.
“That’s it Sammy, making me feel so good. Daddy needs more though, come on baby.”
“Daddy.” Sam moaned hoarsely through a throat that felt like it was filled with gravel.
“Yes Sammy, Daddy needs you. Come on baby.” Sam looked up into his father’s face and could only see the dark hazel eyes he’d grown up looking into and the rough weathered skin covered with day old stubble that made his dad look ruggedly handsome. His dad was fucking him so good and he felt higher than he’d ever felt, nothing could touch him, not pain or doubt or the guilt that had been suffocating him for years now. His body was singing with pleasure as well as a steadily growing power and it felt like it was all building and building and was going to explode into something incredible, but there was that niggling in his head, his mind or heart or something was trying to pull him back.
“Daddy.” He moaned again and drove his hips down onto the cock inside him causing hips to stutter and cum to fill Sam’s aching asshole.
“Fuck Sammy, such a perfect boy for me. Mine, only mine.” It pulled out of Sam’s body and again climbed up on top to sink down on Sam’s still throbbing cock. “God, I thought demon’s had stamina before but what the blood does to you, fuck.” It said as it began to ride him but not from a sitting position, this time it was laid out on Sam’s chest so it could kiss and suck on his mouth as Sam pumped his hips up into it.
“Fuck baby, just like that.” It said before kissing him hard again then biting across Sam’s face and closing his teeth on Sam’s earlobe hard enough that he yelped in a pain that was also an intense pleasure. Sam heard it chuckle as it licked down his neck and bit into the other shoulder than the one it had before. “Come on Sammy, need more. We need to show John that I’m your Daddy, he’s in here trying to get free, we need to show him. Help me baby, hurt me so good we can shut him up.”
Sam’s arms came up around the back of the body and clamped on it’s shoulders so that he could slam himself up even harder. “That’s it Sammy, just like that, keep going.” Something in Sam’s mind was again pulling itself free trying to remind him, to tell him… something… but the haze was too strong, the pleasure too intense, the need too overwhelming.
“That’s my boy… so close, so close to having everything. You and me Sammy, we can have it all. Just need to show John who your real Daddy is, show him Sam. Need you to hurt me, really hurt me, come on.” The long smooth collum of John’s neck was again bared before Sam’s face. He ran his nose along it smelling the blood that was just waiting for him to take, begging for him to drink down. Sam’s tongue came out and licked up over the sweat coated skin and he could taste the sulfur as well as the cologne John put on that morning. John. The thought caught in Sam’s mind. John put the cologne on this morning.
“That’s it Sammy, come on, I want you to have it. I want you to bite down so hard that you can take what you need. Let it fill you up.” Fingers were now up on the neck pointing to the spot where its pulse pumped away under the skin. “Right here Sammy, need you to bite into me so hard that we’ll both cum harder than we ever have before. You want that right Sammy.’ Hips ground down against his cock in a circular motion. “Need to cum Sammy, need you to fill me up so much my insides bulge with the size of your load.” Sam slammed his hips up smacking into the ass above him. His nose was filled with the scent of all that blood right there waiting for him. “Please Sammy, need it so bad, don’t you need it too? Can’t you feel how bad you need it?” Sam nodded his head, his nose rubbing against the skin that was pressed against his face. He opened his mouth and ran his teeth over it feeling the body above him tremble and shake with its need exactly how his own was.
“I… I can’t…” He whispered as he pulled back a little.
“It’s okay baby, we both want this, we both need it. I want you to do it, feel how bad I need it, can’t you feel how hard my blood is pumping for you, just for you.” Sam’s teeth grazed against that neck again but again he held back. “Okay let me help you.” Ragged nails were suddenly right over the skin on it’s pulse and they dug in and ripped into the flesh as they scraped down over the rest of that long neck. Blood bubbled up and Sam’s mouth watered and ached with the need to put his mouth over the cuts so he did. Tongue licking upwards he gathered the drops of blood and savoured them a moment before swallowing them down and feeling another surge of power within him.
“That’s it baby, need you to drink it all down. You need it baby and I want you to have it. If you bit right here you can sever the carotid artery and it’ll spray into your mouth like a fountain. Just fill you up.” Sam’s stomach jumped and clenched with want to be that full of all that special blood.
Latching his lips over the scratches Sam sucked more blood to the surface and licked it down before doing it again. “Sammy it’s not enough, come on, we need this, I need this. Help me, I need you to take it all.” Sam felt his body cum again, felt the cum spurting out of him but there was no relief, the need was still just as intense and he was just as hard so he barely even paused before slamming back up into the body above him. He knew this was bigger than a sexual orgasm, this feeling inside him that had been building and building was almost there, he was almost there, all he had to do was bite down and rip and take and drink and be who he was always meant to be.
“Oh Sammy.” The demon breathed as Sam sucked more blood, opening up the cuts with his tongue to get more out. “I knew. I knew it was you from the moment I first fed you my blood. You were laying there so tiny in that crib and I dripped my blood into you and I knew. Then when I found you again and started visiting you, the way you opened up and let me in, into your body and your mind. The way you felt on my cock and in the way you reacted to my cum then my blood. I knew it was you but I never expected just how good you’d be. That day at your school then later in the motel room. It was everything I ever dreamed for you, for us. And now we have it again, another chance and this time we’re gonna cross that finish line. You feel it right, that thing inside?” Sam nodded but didn’t move his face away from the sluggishly bleeding cut. Trying to open it up more with his tongue but the demon was healing it too fast and the blood was drying up.
“Sam, Sammy, need you to come with me. Come with me and you can have it all, everything you could ever want right there for the taking. That feeling in you is only going to grow and get bigger and bigger and take you to heights you can only dream of. Me and you Sammy. Take it. Take it now.” The last was said in John’s commanding tone that Sam had been taught to obey since he was a toddler and he felt his teeth start to sink into that warm skin. “Yes, Yes, Yes.” Was screamed above him as Jets of cum hit Sam’s chest. “Come on Sammy, I’m your Daddy now.”
Sam paused, teeth halfway into the flesh between his lips, blood already leaking into his mouth. “Sam, do it, come on, you need it, do it. we can be together forever, you’ll be so powerful and nothing will ever stop you or get in your way.” The demon’s ass slammed down on Sam’s cock with enough force one of the legs broke and the bed dropped down to one side but Sam barely even noticed. Teeth sinking in a little further making more blood seep into Sam’s mouth as the high was almost overwhelming, but his mind was now screaming at him through the fog.
Sam’s mouth opened and he jerked back. “N-no, no.” He looked up into the face of the demon above him, finally clear on who it was and what was happening. “No.” He said again as he began to fight. The demon grabbed his hands and forced them down to the bed but all the blood had made Sam supernaturally strong and he easily bucked the thing off. It came at him again, intent to climb back on top but Sam’s hand came up and the thing few across the room and smashed into the table and chairs, knocking everything over.
Sam stood up from the ruined bed but suddenly Azazel was across the room and slammed into him, knocking them both into the wall. He held Sam’s hands to his side as he got between Sam’s legs and pushed back into his body. “No, you aren’t getting away Sammy. This is your destiny, what I made you for. You are going to give in and rip me apart, killing your daddy and damning your soul. I wanted to do it the fun way...” Azazel slammed his cock up into Sam with force. “But it can be the other way if you prefer. It’s up to you how it goes but it’s going to happen, you belong to me.”
“No, I belong to me and only me.” He yelled as he got his hand up and shot the demon back across the room. This time when Azazel came at him it was with fists. “Fine, if this is how it’s gonna be.” He said as he smashed his fist into Sam’s face over and over until Sam was hitting back just as hard. He heard something crack when he hit the demon in the chest and froze.
“That’s it Sammy, that was a rib. Didn’t break though so come on, hurt me.” He said as he flew at Sam again with a hit to the stomach that doubled the boy over and knocked the wind out of him. But Sam was still thrumming with all the blood and power that had been building and he could feel it all coiling inside of him. The dark part of him wanted to pin the demon down on the ground and wail on him until he was dead and ripped apart. Sam could almost feel how good it would be to rip into him with his teeth and hands and he knew he could. He was strong enough right now he could rip that body apart easily. And he wanted to. He really wanted to. But that was what the demon wanted.
Azazel got to his feet with his yellow eyes on full display and a huge grin. “That’s my boy.” He said just before launching himself at Sam again. It took everything in him to remember that was his father’s body not Azazel’s and he couldn’t keep hurting it. Using his powers Sam flung the demon away again but this time he pinned him to the wall and held him there.
“No. I’m not gonna turn. I’m good, I want to be good and I won’t do what you want.”
“You might have some stupid notion in your head that you can be good but you know it Sam, deep down, you were made for this. Even before I gave you my blood when you were six months old you were born to be mine. Born to be this. Just accept it, let that part of you out and you’ll see how much happier you are. You could be the most powerful being on earth, have anything, do anything.”
“You killed my mother.”
“Had to. Bitch walked in on my little ceremony with you.”
“You molested me.”
“Oh Sammy you know you wanted that just as much as I did. The way you looked at me and responded to my touch. You remember how you used to beg me. BEG ME Sammy. You wanted me so bad you would cry and plead with me until I filled you up with my cum over and over.”
“You tried to get me to kill my own father.” Sam said calmly as he let his rage and power fill every part of him. He could feel the sparks on his fingers as the blood sang in his veins and it was like everything inside of him was shifting and realigning.
“Yes Sammy I did, are you gonna come over here and rip me apart now. I can feel how bad you want to. Would it help to know that I was planning to kill your precious Dean next if this didn’t work? Was thinking of pinning him to the ceiling just like I did your bitch of a mother.”
Power surged within Sam and the need to tear into flesh intensified but he held himself back. That was his father in there and even though he had some faults Sam loved him and wasn’t going to be the cause of anymore pain than what he’d already inflicted this afternoon.
“You’re mine boy. Always have been and always will be.”
More power surged inside Sam and he felt something shift in his eyes as everything became even more sharper, his vision even clearer than it already was. Sam could see colours he’d never seen before and he could see the smoke inside the body before him, the force inside his father that was keeping John supressed inside his own body.
“Oh baby, it’s perfect. I didn’t realize you’d… only the princes of hell have ever had the yellow eyes. I don’t know if you were always destined for them or if it’s all my blood flowing through you but I’m so proud.”
The thought that his eyes were like Azazel’s disgusted him but Sam didn’t let that distract him as he gathered every bit of power he had and held out his hand. Using this new sight he wrapped his power around the smoke and pulled. Those other yellow eyes got big and round as shock washed over his borrowed face.
“Sammy? No, I’m a prince of hell… I’m too strong for you to be able to do this to.” It said as it tried to cling to John’s body, but Sam just concentrated and used more power to pull it free.
“Guess you shouldn’t have given me so much of your blood then.” He said with a smirk as the last of the smoke was pulled from the body. John fell to the ground but Sam could see that his father was back in control as he groaned and started to pull himself up.
“Sammy?” John said as he sat up and looked up at the ball of smoke being held in mid air.
Sam focused more of his power and began to close his fist as orange sparks lit up within the cloud. It was taking an extraordinary amount of power and will but he could feel the demon dying as he continued to close his fist. Sam could feel himself heading for a crash as the blood in his system burned itself out and his power began to dwindle. Summoning every bit of strength he had Sam closed his fist fully and saw the smoke completely light up then dissipate into nothingness. He knew all the way to the place inside him where the power came from that the demon was dead. Not just sent to hell but dead.
Sam felt like he hit a wall as soon as he let go of the power. His whole body crumpled as he crashed to the floor. Every part of him hurt and he felt like he couldn’t even lift himself off the dirty floor. He could feel something trickling from his nose but couldn’t even move to wipe it away. He saw John get on his hands and knees and crawl to Sam even though it was clear how he was struggling himself.
“Sammy, oh god Sammy.” He said as he reached out and pulled Sam into his arms, checking his pulse. “Oh thank God.” John’s head fell forward onto Sam’s own as he continued to mumble thank you’s to whoever was listening.
“Dad.” Sam croaked. “So… sorry. I’m so… sorry.”
“Oh Sammy. You did it, you killed it. Don’t be sorry.” John exclaimed in wonder.
“I hurt you. I… it said you were awake that you knew…”
“Yes, I was awake so I know what I’m talking about when I say it’s okay son. I’m okay.”
“But I..”
“No you tried to fight it and you were until it got its blood into you again. Sam it knew it could control and coerce you if it did that and that’s exactly what happened. Sam it was raping you before that.”
“But then I… and I remember it let you out, you came out and told me to stop.”
“Yes but you were so far gone Sammy, I could see that but you still… you tried to come back. You were coming back to me. That spooked it because it hadn’t counted on that. It thought it already had you but you were still fighting inside. I can’t imagine how much strength of will it took Sam but I could see in its head and no one had ever come back from something like that before. Even without the blood, no one the demon had ever corrupted before had ever come back from being that far gone. But you did Sam. You fought back and didn’t do what it ultimately wanted. You didn’t become evil.”
John’s lips pressed against Sam’s head in a comforting gesture while Sam’s body shook with all the memories of the last however long that were crashing over him. “Oh God Dad…. I.. it…”
John held him closer as Sam started to hyperventilate and shake even harder. “Sammy, calm down. Its okay. We made it through and the demon’s dead. It can’t ever hurt you like that again.”
“Dad…” Sam gasped as his breathing picked up even more. He felt like he wasn’t getting enough air in his lungs. “C-can’t b-breathe.” He managed to get out.
“No kiddo, just feels like that.” John grabbed his hand and placed it over his own chest then covered it and held on. “See, can you feel how your chest is still rising, hear how the air is still going in? You’re just panicking Sam, try to slow your breathing.”
But Sam couldn’t. Images were flashing in his mind and he could feel the ghostly sensations of the demon touching him, fucking him, riding him. “It… it…”
“Shh, it’s okay Sammy. Its okay.”
“I…I can’t stop, it wont stop.” He cried out and John’s face was suddenly filling his vision as he leaned down and kissed Sam. Sam froze, the spinning thoughts abruptly interrupted by the feel of his father’s lips, his real father’s lips. John licked into his mouth and Sam opened for it and began to kiss back until John pulled away and he realized his breathing was back to normal and the panic receding.
“Sorry, I wanted to ah… thought it might shock you out of the panic attack.”
“Worked.” Sam said breathily.
“Good. Now, how you feeling? Anything hurt?”
“I think I’m just.. I don’t think anything is broken or seriously hurt but my whole body aches like you made me train for like 5 days straight or something. What about you? I mean you were beat up even before…” Sam tried not to think about all the things he’d done to the man’s body while Azazel was wearing it. “You probably need a hospital.” The memory of hearing a crack when he’d hit his father’s chest and the feel of his ass tearing open on Sam’s cock both filled his mind and made him cringe.
“I’m pretty beat up but I think we can take care of it here. The demons just mostly hit me to get me under control so they could cut my tattoo. Sam looked down and not only realized they were both naked (not remembering anything coming off except his pants way back before he knew his dad was possessed) he saw the tattoo with a slice through it. “Should probably call your brother to pick up some medical supplies though.”
“But what about… I mean you should get your, um, your asshole checked. I know it tore during… and the fucking was… it was pretty brutal and hard.”
“Yeah, that was um… but anyway I don’t think it’s too bad. I found that anything that happened while the demon was inside kinda healed up some on its own so I’m sure it’s fine.”
“Dad you have to at least have it looked at. If you don’t want to go to the hospital just let me look and make sure its not as bad as it felt.”
John nodded and carefully bent over the foot of the bed so Sam could pull himself up and have a look. He could feel himself turn bright red as he poked and prodded his father’s anus, checking for damage. While it was really wet and loose from all the fucking he couldn’t see any tearing or a prolapse so he gave the green light and they both looked for some boxers to put on.
Sam was looking for his shirt when the door to the room opened and Dean came in already in the middle of asking if Sam had heard anything when he took in the sight of his father and brother and froze.
“It’s not what it looks like son.” John said with a hand up towards his oldest son.
“What? What happened here.”
“The demons grabbed me and cut my tattoo then tortured me a bit till Azazel was able to slip inside me again. Used it’s knowledge of me to taunt me and break me.” John said succinctly before he shot a guilty look at Sam and he knew that it had used John’s attraction and love for Sam against him to break the man emotionally. “He came here and um he pretended to be me to rape your brother who figured it out and tried to stop the demon but it forced its blood on him and …”
“And I let it fuck me then I fucked it over and over as I drank more and more of its blood.”
“I was gonna say until your brother overpowered it and pulled it from my body before killing it with his mind.”
“Holy shit, with your mind Sammy?”
Of course Dean would just gloss over Sam’s betrayal and jump to that part.
“Dean did you hear me. I fucked it, a lot. Like a lot a lot. Over and over. I can’t even remember how many times we each came.”
“And it sounds like you were hopped up on the demon juice and not thinking clearly. If a demon walked in here right now would you fuck it?” When Sam just continued to look at him incredulously Dean continued on. “Of course not. Sam I don’t condemn you for what happened I feel bad you had to go through it at all.”
“Well maybe you should.” Sam screamed. “Dean I fucked that thing even when it let Dad come to the surface and I knew I was fucking my own father, I still kept going. Stop just giving me a pass… it was wrong.”
“Maybe I don’t care. You’re here and Dad’s here and that’s all I care about. I don’t care that you fucked it while out of your mind. I know the real you wouldn’t want it and that’s enough for me.”
“Maybe its not enough for me. Maybe I want you to be mad and hurt that I cheated on you with a demon and kinda your own father.” Sam screamed at the other boy.
“Sam…” Dean started with concern all over his face but as he took a step toward the teen Sam turned and bolted into the bathroom locking the door behind him.
Whole body still exhausted and in pain Sam took off the boxers he’d just put on and climbed into a scalding hot shower, intent on washing off every touch he couldn’t get out of his head.
Chapter 11
When Sam came out of the washroom 20 minutes later he still felt a crushing exhaustion weighing him down but his body wasn’t hurting so much. He could see his father had gotten into the bed that hadn’t been destroyed in ‘the great fuckathon’ and Sam froze in indecision. John saw him pause and held up the covers on the other side of the bed so Sam gratefully crawled inside.
“Where’s Dean?” He asked once he was in the bed, glad the other boy wasn’t around for once.
“Just left. Went to grab some dinner and alcohol since he thinks we should all get good and drunk. Told him to take his time.”
“Not hungry and I really don’t want anything that’s gonna alter my thinking right now.” Sam said petulantly.
“Think he was pretty upset and needed to get out of here. Thought you could use the break too. C’mere kid.” John reached out and pulled him into the curve of his body so that Sam was the little spoon. The warmth of his father’s body wrapped around him made him feel safe and loved. Sam reached up and pulled the man’s arms around him further as he thought about how the demon had gotten inside John because of how much he wanted Sam. The knowledge that he was his father’s weakness burned in his guts and unbelievably (considering the afternoon he’d had) he felt his cock stirring.
John’s nose nuzzled into the back of Sam’s head and Sam wiggled and squirmed as if trying to get comfortable but he pushed back into is father’s cock and groaned when he felt it twitch against him. The blood definitely did something supernatural to his dick and the amount of orgasms he was able to achieve while on it. And even now with Sam pretty certain he’d blown through most of what was in him he was still able to get it up after all that he’d already done that day. And judging from what he could feel behind him what Azazel had done in John’s body wasn’t stopping him either.
“Saamm…” John groaned into the back of his head as Sam pushed back again. They were both only dressed in their boxers and the hair on John’s chest tickled Sam’s back. “Sammy, you don’t really want this…” John said but Sam just grabbed his hand and put it on top of his thickening cock.
“Does it feel like I don’t want this.” He said sarcastically.
“Please Sam, you’re killing me here.” Sam could hear the want in his father’s voice, the desire he was usually better at hiding. Rolling over so that he was face to face with the older man Sam leaned in and kissed him tenderly. Nothing like all the kisses had been earlier with the demon. This was his dad, this was John, and Sam needed to feel all of him in a way that was different than it had been earlier. There was something else driving him, an anger and darkness that he didn’t want to look at so he pushed that away and focused on the arousal he could feel.
Sam’s hands roamed over all the warm skin in front of him as his father let him into his mouth and kissed him back. John’s hands came up and feathered down his back making goosebumps rise all over Sam’s skin.
“Daddy.” Sam moaned as he got his hand in the older man’s boxers and gripped his hard cock. John followed suit and pushed Sam’s boxers down his hips to get at the boy’s throbbing cock.
“Damn Sam, fuck. Are you doing this because you want me or to push your brother away?” John asked as he came up for air from all the kissing.
Sam looked up at him. “Can it be both?” He breathed out before rolling the man and lining his cock up against the older man’s and rubbing them together.
“Sam, Sammy, uh,” they were both thrusting into each other as precum leaked and slicked the way for the two cocks to rub against each other. “He loves you. He’ll forgive you anything, even this.”
“Maybe he shouldn’t.” Sam said as he ground down into the man
“Don’t mess it up… don’t push him away.” John said before pulling Sam forward and spreading Sam’s legs so that he could slip down onto his father’s cock.
“You say that but you’re doing this too. You want me Dad, you need me as much as I need you right now.”
“And I’m gonna hate myself for it but I don’t want you to. Please Sammy.” He said with an upwards thrust that nailed Sam’s prostate and made his eyes roll back in his head.
“Already hate myself.” Sam said before diving into the man’s mouth again. The pace picked up and sweat rolled down Sam’s back as he fucked himself back onto his father’s cock.
“Sammy fuck, yes, God yes.” John shouted as he came inside his son, causing Sam to fly off into his own climax.
Sam fell asleep right there on top of his father and John must have cleaned him up because when he came too his boxers were back in place and he was snuggled into the blankets alone in bed. He could hear voices so he pretended to still be asleep.
“Dean you gotta stop pushing or he’s gonna push back and push you right out. He’s hurting in a way you just can’t help with right now. Listen, I was supposed to go check out that haunted house in Statesville, why don’t you go take care of it and give him a little time.”
“But he needs me. I helped him before I can help him again.”
“Son, just leave it for now. He does need you but right now he’s not gonna let you help him. He’s feeling too guilty. Just give us some time and hopefully by the time you get back he’ll be ready to let you in.”
“And are you gonna keep fucking him while I’m gone?” Sam could hear the jealousy in the tone but also a grim acceptance.
“I… I don’t know. I’m sorry, I know how much you love him but I love him too and we need each other right now. I never wanted this to happen again, you have to believe me. We’re both just open wounds right now and somehow that drew us back together. Don’t be mad at Sam over it.”
“Fuck Dad. If anyone else touched him I’d rip their fucking heads off. But yeah I think I… understand a little and that just makes me as crazy as the both of you. I’m not mad AT him, I’m just mad and I want to be the one to hold him and help him and tell him it’s going to be okay. I want to make it better for him.” Dean’s tone had gone from angry and accusatory to pleading by the end of his speech.
“I know. I do too but I think he’s the only one that’s gonna be able to decide that and right now looking at you wanting him to be okay will only make him feel worse. Just give him some time, he’ll come back to you.”
“Meanwhile you’re just gonna what, stick your dick in him to help him along?” The older boy scoffed.
“Dean. Knock it off, I’m still your father. What happens between me and Sam is between me and Sam. I’m done apologizing for it. He needs me right now and I need him, end of discussion. Now I think you should pack up right now so that you’re gone by the time he wakes up. If he does decide he wants to see you I’ll call and you can come right back. Until then give us some time.” John’s voice was firm and held a reproach that Sam hadn’t heard him direct at Dean in a really long time.
“Fine. I’ll go because its clear from what happened earlier that that’s what Sam needs but I’ll always be here for him, waiting for him to come back to me. He can do whatever he needs to get his head on straight again… I can’t stop that, but I’ll still be here. I’ll still take him back when he’s ready because I love him that much.” Sam could hear the pain in his brother’s voice and part of him wanted to throw the covers off and run to the person he loved most. However, the open wound inside him and the guilt and horror over what had happened earlier plus the knowledge that he’d just fucked his father again, of his own free will, kept him rooted to the bed.
Sam was all messed up inside and he had just cheated on his brother, not only willingly but partly to hurt him. He had wanted him to go, to let Sam go and walk away from him and a part of Sam still wanted that. Even though Dean had just given that speech about waiting there was no way he would. He’d know that Sam was here fucking their father over the next few days and he will have to come to his senses and do the right thing by moving on. In Sam’s current thinking it was better for Dean if he just let Sam go.
Sam could hear his brother packing his things and just as he was about to leave Sam pretended to moan “Dad” in his sleep and restlessly move around. Sam heard his brother pause to stare over at the bed before the door opened and Dean left the room. Sam knew the boy was gone, could feel his absence deep inside as the car started up outside and drove away.
The bed dipped and John slipped under the covers to pull Sam into his arms again and start kissing down his neck. Sam’s cock stirred and he was thankful that whatever the blood did to him he didn’t seem to be having any trouble getting it up over and over. Maybe they should bottle and sell the stuff as some sort of aphrodisiac. Rubbing his body against the older man’s they both worked on getting their boxers off and then John was up inside him again. Sam scraped his nails down over his back and then dug them painfully into the man’s ass cheeks as he wrapped his legs around his father’s back and rode the wave of pleasure, blocking out all other thoughts until they both crashed into a long drawn out orgasm.
When they got up they both got into the shower and they took turns washing each other before getting out and digging into the pizza Dean had brought them before he left. John had a few beers but Sam refused. He was still feeling completely drained from the day so he headed into bed early, only waking to feel his father climb in behind him and curl up over his back.
The next morning Sam woke up to John’s mouth on his dick until he was just about to cum, then the older man spread his legs and climbed back between them to fuck him into a screaming orgasm. As they lay in bed afterwards John brought up the idea of getting out of this cursed room.
“I know a cabin not far from here we can spend a few days at. There’s a lake for swimming and fishing and a nice big bed and best of all tons of privacy so we can just be by ourselves.” Sam’s eyes strayed over to the broken bed and he couldn’t say yes fast enough.
John gave a quick call to Dean to check in and tell him they were moving then they packed up and headed out. A couple hours later they stopped in a small town to stock up on groceries and anything else John thought they might need then headed out into the wilderness.
When they turned off the little dirt road they had been following for the past hour Sam could see they were on some sort of private driveway that was shrouded by trees on both sides. But then the trees gave way and Sam’s breath caught at the beauty of the lake in front of them glittering in the sunlight. The cabin was small and rustic but clearly in good condition and he was happy to see it had working water and electricity. They had stayed in many places that had neither.
“Come on kiddo, lets get the groceries put away then I’ll take you down for a swim at the lake.”
Sam helped unpack and put everything away then put their bags into the bigger of the two bedrooms before he changed into his shorts and followed the older man down to the edge of the lake. There was a long wooden dock with a canoe flipped over and resting on it as well as two chairs with an umbrella on a platform at the end where a ladder had been attached since this must be the swimming area. John scooped him up in his arms and jumped into the water making Sam squeal in protest before the freezing water closed over him. It was still May and the water hadn’t warmed up much yet after all. Sam came up spluttering and pushed his father back down under the water making the man laugh when he surfaced again. Swimming to the ladder Sam climbed out and sat down on the sun warmed wood to try and get warm. John followed him up and was pushing him back so that he was laid out on the dock while he kissed him.
“Dad, what changed?”
“What do you mean kiddo?”
“Before, you said you didn’t want this anymore. That even though you were still attracted to me you never wanted this. Now you can’t get enough.”
“I don’t know. I mean, the first time you were only 14 and I was so disgusted with myself and I knew I couldn’t do that to you. Then you grew up but you were with Dean and I pushed it down and away and didn’t want to look at it. I even let you go, let you see we couldn’t have this but then… Azazel broke me because I couldn’t face it, face what I wanted from you. Maybe if I had let things happen that night, turned you towards me instead of Dean, he wouldn’t have been able to break me. Maybe I could have just let myself have this, it’s not like you’re a child anymore, you’re 18 now. If Azazel hadn’t found that break inside me then none of that would have happened. We could have just been together and happy.” Something about all this didn’t sit right with Sam and there was still a voice reminding him that it was Dean he loved, but he could feel his father’s want and his pain and it called to him so he let himself be stripped of his swim trunks and sucked off right there in the warm late afternoon sun.
Over the next days John couldn’t keep his hands off his son and they fucked on pretty much every surface of the cabin as well as the dock, the canoe and even in the back of John’s truck. They fucked until Sam’s ass hurt so much he switched to blow jobs and frottage until John finally gave in and let Sam fuck him.
Sam laid his father out in their bed and flipped him over so he could lick the man open with his tongue before getting his lubed up fingers inside him to open him up properly. Spreading John’s legs Sam pushed into his tight little hole with a loud moan and fucked into the man as he searched for that perfect angle. Hearing John cry out he figured he’d found it and continued to hit that sweet spot until John was begging and pleading for more which Sam happily gave him.
Later on in the night Sam was woken up when his father rolled him onto his back, sucked him hard and sank down onto his cock.
“Oh God Sammy, fuck me, come on son. Yeah, like that.” John chanted as Sam braced his feet for leverage and fucked up into his father’s ass. “Oh god, feels so good. Never had anything feel as good as you deep inside me, ripping me open. Oh fuck, the way it felt that day. I could feel everything, the way you felt inside me, the pleasure of not just my body but the demon’s pleasure too. When he first got in me he showed me the memories of that other time, how hot it was… how you made him cum and cum and cum then he let me feel it all, let me feel the pleasure and the pain and how incredible we are together.” John was slamming himself down on Sam’s cock. “Don’t you see son, the demon was right I should have been fucking you all along. And I know you want me too. You should be mine… Dean will just have to understand.”
The sound of his brother’s name cut like a knife in Sam’s gut. He loved Dean so much but he was poison and Dean was better off without him so he gripped his father’s hips hard enough to hurt and fucked up even harder.
“That’s it baby, come on, fuck me like no one else ever has. Then I’m gonna fuck you so good you’ll forget everyone else who ever touched you. Mine.”
They both came with a shout and Sam fell asleep with his father’s cum coated body pressing him down into the bed.
He dreamed of Dean.
Sam woke as John tried to pry himself up off the teen and they both ended up in the shower together to clean up after the nights activities. John let Sam fuck him against the wall of the shower then blew him after breakfast. Sam was kind of shocked the older man had such a strong libido that he could get it up so many times and wondered if anything lingered inside him from the possession or if it was just all the repressed desire finally let out.
John went out in the afternoon to clean out his truck and do some re-organizing and Sam found himself with his cell phone in his hand. He pushed his speed dial before he could talk himself out of it and suddenly Dean’s voice was in his ear. Sam’s heart ached at hearing it and he almost hung up without even saying anything but the sound of his brother saying his name kept him rooted to the spot.
“Sammy? Missed you, so glad you called me. You okay?”
“Um, yeah, Dad’s ah… Dad’s taking good care of me.”
“Yeah, I’ll bet” It was so bitter that Sam could hear the hurt and he could kick himself for saying anything in the first place.
“I’m sorry Dean I shouldn’t have called.” Sam said with his heart in his throat, choking him with emotion.
“No, no, please Sam, I’m sorry.”
“No, maybe it’s better if we just let each other go, I just keep hurting you.”
“No Sam please, that’s not what I want. That’s the only thing that really would hurt me. Please don’t leave me.” There was so much emotion in his voice that Sam couldn’t help reacting to it.
“But why Dean? Why do you even want me back. Do you want to know how many times I’ve let Dad fuck me the last few days? So much we had to switch to me fucking him cause my ass is raw Dean. Raw. I don’t think there’s a place in this cabin he hasn’t fucked me on or under or against. Why would you want that back?”
“Because I love you Sam. You. I don’t love you because I get to have sex with you, I love you for you. The sex is hot and I won’t lie I want it bad but if I can’t have it, if you say you never want that again with me, I’ll still want to be with you. I’ll still NEED to be with you. You’re my brother, my other half Sammy.” Tears were falling down Sam’s cheeks and the yearning to go to his brother was building as John walked back into the cabin and took in the sight of him crying on the phone.
John walked over to him and gently took the phone.
“Dean, listen, I know you’re trying to help but it might be best if you didn’t call here again. I’m helping Sam through this and we’re good here. We’ve gotten better together. Let me know how the hunt is but make sure you call ME next time.” John hung the phone up and Sam didn’t correct him that it was him who had called the other boy.
Setting the phone down on the table John pulled him up into his arms. “It’s okay Sammy, I’m here. We’re gonna be okay and we’ll get through this together.” John leaned up to kiss him and pretty soon he was pulling Sam’s boxer’s off. He hadn’t bothered putting on more than boxers or swim shorts since they got here because they all just came off anyway.
“Your hole feeling better baby?” John asked as his fingers came around to prod at Sam’s entrance while his other hand closed around his cock and began stroking.
“Um yeah, it should be good.” Sam said into his father’s mouth. He felt like he was a kid again and his father was touching him to make the bad dreams go away. It was like he was stuck in that headspace again and just went along with everything John suggested ever since the attack. So when John told him to bend over the table even though he was still crying and yearning for his brother he did. He even held his ass cheeks apart as his father spit down on his hole instead of going to get the lube.
“Think you can just take me like this baby?” He asked as his cock rubbed back and forth across Sam’s hole.
“Y-Yeah, do it.” He got out just before his father pushed into him. He had to use force as there was some resistance since they’d taken a little time off from doing it this way but he was still fairly soft so it didn’t rip or tear. Sam just bit down on his lip until he tasted blood and held himself open for his father to use him.
The table slid on the wood floor until it banged into the wall then proceeded to thump into the wall with each of John’s forceful thrusts. Sam was letting out little ‘uh, uh, uh’ ‘s as his father’s cock speared into him over and over, but as he had been conditioned to do his body responded. Sam was hard and leaking when the older man reached around to stroke him over the edge.
Chapter 12
The days passed and Sam found some books to read that kept him occupied as his father got his research out and found another hunt to send Dean off on. The man was still insatiable for Sam and was constantly touching him, not just while they were fucking but he seemed to like having a hand on his son whenever they were in the Same room, which was most of the time.
Over a week into their stay Sam got a call from Bobby saying that he had a bunch of mail there that looked like acceptance packages from a bunch of different schools but Sam was detached from it all. He’d put Bobby’s address on all his applications since they moved so much and he hadn’t known where he would be living when they came in. The older hunter read out a few of the schools to Sam and Sam was startled enough at the one from Stanford that something jarred loose in his head.
The vision that Sam had last thanksgiving and what had followed was still clear in his mind. He remembered how desperate he’d felt at the thought of him and Dean not being together and yet here he was pushing the man away. Was this how he ended up at school in love with some girl instead of Dean? Sam’s guts twisted in agony at the thought. Was this really what he wanted? How he wanted it to end?
Sam asked Bobby to open all the packets and from what he could tell Sam had gotten into every school he applied to and had managed to get offers of free rides not just from Stanford but Harvard, Yale and the University of Texas as well.
When Sam got off the phone he sat there for a long time. His dad had been out getting groceries and when he came back Sam helped put the stuff away but his mind was still far off. He couldn’t stop thinking about Dean. He remembered what Dean had said to John when John sent him away, about waiting for Sam and loving him no matter what. Sam had caused so much trouble and pain for Dean, he’d cheated on him with a demon and their own father. Sam just couldn’t understand why the older boy would still want his brother like that. He thought of what Dean said on the phone and remembered what it felt like to be in his brother’s arms as he fell asleep at night.
Waiting until his father fell asleep Sam found his cell phone and went out onto the front porch, pressing speed dial 1 before he could talk himself out of it.
“Sammy?” Dean answered right away, after the first ring.
“Dean.” Sam said into the phone and felt his brother all the way through the staticky connection.
“There’s my boy. How are you sweetheart? Feeling any better?”
“Dean, why do you love me? All I’ve ever done is bring you pain. You lost your mother because of me and had to live on the road never having a home”
“Sam you are my home.” Dean’s warm tone washed over Sam. “And I told you it’s not your fault what happened to mom. None of what happened was your fault.”
“Two hours ago I let Dad handcuff me to the bed and fuck my face then my ass. I did that. Me Dean.”
“Yes, you did that and I’m not gonna lie it fucking hurts. A lot. But I think you did that to hurt yourself. I think you’ve been trying to hurt yourself for a long time but especially since that day with the demon. I think you’re using Dad to punish yourself and to punish me for loving you anyway. I think that you don’t really want to be there, am I right.”
Sam sat there on the front step completely frozen. Is this what he had been doing? He’d had the thought that it was better for Dean if he pushed him away but had he also been punishing himself? Trying to hurt himself as much as possible by taking away the only thing he truly wanted? Was the anger he thought he felt at his brother for forgiving Sam too easy really just more self-hatred?
“Oh god… Oh God, Dean…” He began to sob. “I’m so sorry. So sorry I can’t… I don’t…”
“Shhhh, I know Sam. I know you’re sorry and I wish I could say it’s going to be okay but it’s not, not until you start to let some of this stuff go and allow yourself to have what you want again. You have to want to stop punishing yourself and let me back in.”
“How?”
“By forgiving yourself to start with.”
“But I can’t.”
“Yes you can Sam. Use that big brain of yours and look at everything that happened as if it happened to someone else. What if it was me. What if the demon had come after me and I was the one at the center of all this, if I was the one who had done what you did. Would you blame me? Would you think it was my fault? If you knew I was in that much emotional pain and I was the one letting Dad fuck them would it really be a deal breaker for you?”
Sam sobbed so hard he couldn’t even form words. Wrapping his arms around himself he rocked back and forth on the steps for a long time, the phone clutched to his ear as his brother’s voice filled his head.
“D-Dean, I want to come home.” He eventually admitted into the dark night.
“Finally.” Dean breathed through the speaker. “Thank fuck. Been waiting to hear that Sammy.”
“How long until you can get here.”
“Baby I’ll be there in 10 mins. Sooner if I can get this tent down as fast as I hope.”
“What? How?”
“Sam, I called Caleb in on the haunted house and sent Joshua on the werewolf hunt Dad told me to do. I’ve never been more than 20 minutes away from you since you left the motel.”
“All this time, you’ve just been waiting for me?” Sam said incredulously.
“Yeah of course. It’s what you’d do for me and don’t you try denying it.” Dean was right, he would do the exact Same thing.
“What are you gonna tell Dad?” Dean asked and Sam could hear that he was already packing up from the sounds and grunts his brother was letting out.
“The truth I guess. I think, I think he’s as messed up as me and has everything all twisted up in his head that if he had done things different none of this would have happened. I think the demon broke him that day just as much as me, maybe even more. The demon was inside him, showing him things and twisting everything up inside his head.”
“Yeah I think so too. Okay, you go pack, I’m gonna get this gear thrown in Baby and I’ll be there soon.”
Sam got to his feet a little unsteadily after sitting there sobbing so hard for so long. He got a little light headed and grabbed the railing to steady himself both physically and mentally then squared his shoulders and made his way back to the bedroom he shared with his father.
Leaving the door open behind him to let the hallway light in to see by to pack Sam carefully made his way over to the dresser. His anxiety about having a confrontation with his father was climbing but for the first time since that day in the motel he felt settled inside of himself. He was at peace with his decision and there was a spark of hope that it was all going to be okay. Yes, he had hurt his brother, probably more than Dean was even letting on, but Dean still wanted him anyway and maybe Sam could do better. He could spend the rest of his life making it up to the other boy, well man now since Dean was 22. Maybe they could build a life together and love each other enough to forgive each other. Maybe he could learn to trust in his brother’s love for him like Dean seemed to trust in Sam’s.
Sam was blown away that Dean had been so sure Sam would call for him that he’d followed them and been so close this whole time. That he’d put himself through that level of hurt, knowing what Sam was doing with John, and followed behind them anyway.
“Sam?” John said as he got out of bed and came to stand beside where Sam was shoving his stuff back into his duffle and backpack. Stuffing the last of it in Sam zipped the bag closed and turned to his father. “You’re going back to him aren’t you?” John said sadly.
“Yes. I’m sorry Dad.”
Tears leaked from the corners of the older man’s eyes. “I guess it was too much to hope you were happy here with me.”
“Dad, I don’t think either of us was actually happy, do you?”
“I wanted us to be.” John ran a had over his face and bent to slip his discarded boxers on as Sam dressed in the clothes he’d left out.
“I know Dad. I know you love me but this was never gonna work even if my heart didn’t already belong to Dean. You knew that before but I think the demon messed you up as much as me and we forgot. Or we ignored it.”
“Yeah. I guess we did. How long till your brother gets here?’
“Any minute.” Sam saw the surprise on the other man’s face. “He was camping down the road. He never went on either hunt.”
John snorted and nodded his head. “Yeah, smart boy. He did warn me he’d be waiting for you.”
“Waiting for me to come home.”
“I guess he always has been your real home.” John said sadly.
“Yeah, he has. I think he always will be.”
They both turned their heads at the sound of tires on the gravel and then a horn blast. Sam slung his backpack over his shoulder and picked up his duffle.
“Do you think he’ll ever forgive me?”
Sam paused and turned to look at his father. The man looked gaunt and hallowed out, in every bit as much emotional pain as Sam had been in these last almost two weeks. “I think it’s gonna take some time but yeah, its Dean, he’ll forgive you just like he’s trying to forgive me. He thinks he already has but I think it’s gonna take some time and I’m going to be there for him through it like he’s always tried to be for me.”
John walked forward and cupped his cheek as he lay a soft and chaste kiss on his lips. “I love you Sam.”
“I know Dad. I’ll call you in a while, let you know where we decide to settle. Maybe when Dean’s ready you can visit or he can catch the odd hunt with you.”
“Thanks. I would appreciate it.” More tears fell from those dark eyes as John gave him a nod and then pushed him towards the door. “You better get going. I think Dean’s waited long enough.”
Sam smiled at his father and turned to walk out the door towards the rest of his life.
Dean was leaning against the fender of his car looking worried until he saw Sam’s huge smile, then his whole face lit up. Rushing forward he grabbed Sam’s bags and tossed them into the trunk before pulling Sam into a tight hug.
“Missed you so much Sammy. Come on, lets get outta here.” Sam wiped a happy tear from his cheek and got into the car in his seat, closing his eyes to just take in the feel of the leather and the smell that he’d grown up surrounded by.
“So, where we off to?” Dean inquired as if he would follow Sam wherever he wanted to go.
“Actually, do you mind if we head back so I can finish the last month of school? I’ve only missed less than two weeks and if you tell them I was sick or something I think I can get caught up.”
“Sure, we’ll probably have to hit up a different motel though, I doubt the other one was happy with the damage to the room.” Sam cringed as he thought of the broken bed.
“Anyway, then I was thinking… Boston or Austin, which one jumps out to you?”
“What? To visit? Cause they’re both great places but if I had to pick I’d say Austin. Why?
“Okay Austin it is. Yeah, I think I like it, feels right.”
“Austin? for what?” Dean asked with a raised brow.
“School. I got in with a full ride.”
“Wow, awesome dude. So proud of you. See, I told you to send in those applications.”
“Thanks Dean. You um, you don’t mind… coming to Texas with me?”
“Hell no. I mean, I’m sure there’s gotta be some nasty shit to hunt and I already know from the last time we were down that way they got some great food. What was that cheese stuff called we had last time… Queso? Mmm, and remember those homemade taco’s we got from that truck…” Dean caught the look Sam sent him and winked as he moved on from the topic of food that he could easily get lost in. “But best of all it’s gonna be where you are so that’s where I want to be.”
Sam gazed at his brother with all the love he felt showing in his eyes. “Yeah, I thought you might say that. Onward big brother, lets get me graduated from high school and we can start the rest of our lives together.”
“Together. I like that.” Dean said with a wink and the car zoomed off into the dark night.
Fin.