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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Supernatural, Wincest_-_Fandom
  Relationship:
      Dean_Winchester/Sam_Winchester, Dean_Winchester/Sam_Winchester/Sammy
      Winchester, John_Winchester/Sam_Winchester, Castiel/Dean_Winchester
  Character:
      Dean_Winchester, Sam_Winchester, John_Winchester, Castiel
  Additional Tags:
      Time_Travel, Anal_Fingering, Anal_Sex, Bondage, Orgasm_Delay/Denial,
      Deepthroating, Rough_Sex, Daddy_Kink, Spanking, Wall_Sex, Wincest_-
      Freeform, Weecest, Destiel_-_Freeform, Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot,
      PWP
  Series:
      Part 6 of Holidays_with_the_Wincesters
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-03-21 Chapters: 5/5 Words: 7265
****** Two Whole Days (A Wincest Equinox) ******
by MothMeetsFlame
Summary
     Castiel brings Sam, Dean, and John to the future to keep them safe
     from Zachariah's far-reaching hands. Sam plays with the youngsters.
     Dean's eyes are focused on the angel. And little Sammy? He keeps John
     distracted long enough for everyone to get what they want.
     Ch1: Plot
     Ch2: Sam/Dee/Sammy (PWP)
     Ch3: Sammy/John (PWP)
     Ch4: Castiel/Dee (PWP)
     Ch5: More Plot
Notes
     Written for Oddfront who said “Spring Equinox” and lit my imagination
     on fire.
     WARNING: Underage. Sammy is 12 for this fic. Also contains bondage
     and rough sex and incest. Lots and lots of incest. Seriously people,
     if you don't like this stuff, don't click on it.
See the end of the work for more notes
***** First Time's Rough *****
Chapter Summary
     Sam, Dean, and John are taken to the future by a creature claiming to
     be an angel. All John knows is that he's going to kill anything that
     thinks it can harm his boys and get away with it.
John watched his boys spar, interjecting every once in a while to point out
weak points in their technique or to chastise Dean for not taking practice
seriously.
“Dean,” he barked. “Get the hell off your brother. It’s not time to screw
around.”
Dean rolled off of Sam, grinding his hips down one more time to make Sam gasp
before he pulled away completely.
“Come on, Sammy-boy. You’re getting taller, but I don’t see you putting those
inches to use. You should be able to take me by now.”
And Sam was back on him, trying for a hold and losing it when Dean countered
with a move of his own. They sparred in earnest, each going all out to pin the
other, but neither one of them succeeding.
“Alright, boys,” John said. “Enough’s enough. Hit the shower. Sam first,” he
added before a fight could break out.
Sam grinned smugly at Dean and narrowly avoided being pelted in the head with a
pillow.
“Bitch.”
“Jerk.”
“Boys!”
“Sorry,” they both mumbled.
Sam shut the bathroom door behind him. A few seconds later, John could hear the
shower going and he sighed reservedly. They were all tired and needed sleep
after the last few days, but Sam had been restless and John didn’t want his
boys thinking they could slack off in their training.
“We could have showered together,” Dean said petulantly, still miffed that he
wasn’t currently getting laid. That was his idea for wearing Sam out, but John
had turned it down. Why, he didn’t know. It sounded like a good idea at the
time, which only proved he was tired and not thinking clearly.
“If you were in the shower,” John said. “You wouldn’t be in here with me.”
Dean smirked. “You have a point.”
Dean was on him in a flash. John barely had time to catch him before his son’s
tongue was licking its way into his mouth and his hips were grinding down, legs
wrapped around his torso for leverage.
Dean broke the kiss, groaning at the contact and John kissed down his neck,
breathing in deeply. It was hot and musky and the primal smell only fueled the
flames of need going through John. Sam didn’t have this smell. After they
sparred or exercised, Sammy always needed to shower. But Dean, Dean never
smelled bad after a workout, only better, and John wasn’t sure there was
anything better than having his son when he was hot and sweaty and panting with
need.
Dean was definitely on board with whatever plan he had. Only good things could
happen when his dad lost control like this. It didn’t happen as often as he
would have liked, but after-workout sex should have become part of some routine
they had. Sammy, especially, would like the reward. Probably wouldn’t complain
so much about training if they always finished with sex.
It was then that the humming started, so low at first that they couldn’t hear
it over the sounds of their panting and gravelly moans. But it grew louder as
the seconds passed. John was the first to break away.
“Do you hear that?” he asked.
“What?”
“Down, Dean,” John said and Dean obeyed immediately. He knew that voice. It was
hard and commanding, not one that belonged in the middle of their heavy make
out session. It was filled with worry and a fear of the unknown.
Dean heard the noise after a moment and immediately darted into the bathroom,
flinging open the shower curtain without reservation.
“Hey!”
“No time, Sammy,” Dean said hurriedly. “Gotta move.”
Sam’s hand was off his cock and grabbing clothes almost immediately. He pulled
his shirt over his head just as the noise went from manageable to uncomfortable
to painful. Then the hum was a scream that shattered the windows of the hotel
room and brought tears to John’s eyes as he clutched his ears in agony.
It didn’t last more than a minute, and when it was gone, it went completely.
The dead silence was a relief to all three Winchesters, not that they had time
to really feel relief once they realized they weren’t alone. A man stood in the
center of the now-trashed hotel room, looking around with a blank curiosity
that John was unable to read more into. His arms fell limply to his sides and
his face, other than a slight crease in his eyebrows, remained passive.
“John Winchester,” the man said.
It may have been a question, but without any inflection, John couldn’t be sure.
Either way, nothing good could come of whatever creature had made that ungodly
noise.
“Who the fuck are you?” John asked, going for the knife in his boot. He felt a
moment of relief when he realized that whatever the hell was happening started
before he and Dean undressed and that he was still armed. He didn’t wait for a
response before he attacked. He bounded the few steps it took to put himself
into the creature’s personal space and plunged the silver knife into its chest.
John pulled back immediately, taking the knife with him. Shit, he thought,
backing away and searching out the quickest exit. Demon. The silver knife would
have worked on nearly anything else. Demon was the only other option he could
think of, but the creature’s words threw him for a loop.
“I am…” the creature trailed off. “Well, I used to be…” He sighed. “I don’t
have time for this,” he said exasperatedly when John tried attacking him again,
this time with a rod of pure iron.
The angel pulled the rod from his chest and watched the Winchesters when they
ran. Unfortunately for John, there were only so many exits to the small hotel
room and the creature was blocking the path to the front door, leaving only the
bathroom window to escape through.
The angel caught up to them with Sam halfway outside and gently touched John on
the shoulder.
The first feeling he had was of displacement, of the ground disappearing from
beneath him. Then came a wave of nausea so strong it felt as if his organs were
trying to forcibly remove themselves from his body. When the ground was back
beneath him, solid pavement under his boots, he retched violently and grasped
for something to hold him steady.
“You’re alright,” a deep voice soothed. It was different from the creature’s
voice, more soothing. “First time’s always rough.”
“Every time’s always rough,” came another voice, just as deep, but gruffer.
“Dean,” the first voice chastised and John pulled himself together enough to
look around the room for his eldest. He didn’t want anyone talking to his boys,
especially in that tone. He would figure out where they were, who was holding
him captive, and how to kill the creature that had kidnapped them, and then
he’d deal with whoever though it was okay to speak to Dean in that tone.
He caught sight of his boys sitting on one of the queen beds in the small hotel
room that could have belonged to any place across the states. One man—at least
John though he might be a man, didn’t have the markers for him to assume a
monster—sat on the other bed, reassembling a pistol.
“Can it, Sammy,” he said from the bed, only fueling John’s anger. His youngest
sat pressed to Dean’s side and hadn’t made a peep since John had made eye
contact.
“Don’t tell me to can it,” the second man answered from behind John. “You’re
the one who’s being insensitive.”
“How amI being insensitive? Flying AngelAir sucks ass, and that’s the truth.”
“Enough!” The creature appeared in the corner, his voice deeper, angry. “We do
not have time for this. I have used too much energy to transport them here and
Zachariah is no doubt attempting to locate us. We need to move.”
“Sammy, grab your mini. Cas, I think you should take the old man. He won’t go
without a fight and I’m not sure he won’t try to stab us.”
The creature—Cas—nodded and stepped forward with his hand outstretched. Despite
John’s protests, Cas placed two fingers to his forehead and the world went
black.
 
===============================================================================
 
John woke up in a cabin this time, one that looked more familiar. It was
undoubtedly his cabin in North Carolina, but it was different somehow. He
didn’t know what his captors had done to it, but it was weather-beaten and
worn, though he’d only been away a couple of months. It was as if it had aged a
decade in that time. He really needed to find out more about these people. If
he didn’t already have a thousand reasons to make them pay for kidnapping him
and having the gall to chastise his sons, he would have killed them for what
they’d done to his cabin. It wasn’t the best one he had, but it was the first
he’d built and stocked in case he needed to go off-grid, and he’d become
attached to it.
“You sonofabitch,” John protested, blinking against the brightness of the
lights around him. Getting knocked out was never much fun. He felt fine other
than a dull pressure in his head, as if he’d just taken too short of a nap, but
he remembered what had happened and was furious about it.
“Dad!” both of his boys were out of their chairs and on him in seconds. Dean
hugged tight, and Sam pressed small kisses down his neck.
It was hard, but John pushed them away, scanning the cabin for Cas and the
other two men. The men sat at the kitchen table, facing John, but Cas was
nowhere to be found.
“Glad you’re awake,” the taller one said.
“Finally! Damn.”
“Dean,” he chastised.
“Sam,” came the sarcastic reply.
“Yes?” his boys answered at the same time.
“Oh,” they all said, and John wanted to know what realization they’d come to.
“I guess this is kinda weird,” said the shorter of the two men.
“How’s this? Sam,” he motioned to himself. “Dean,” he motioned to the second
man. “Sammy, Dee,” he motioned to the two boys. Think it’ll work?”
Dean smirked. “You’re just tryin to get me to stop calling you Sammy.”
“Dean,” he sighed exasperatedly.
“Yeah, yeah, sasquatch. It’ll work.”
“What the hell is going on?!” John yelled. All four of them looked at him,
speechless.
“I believe it is best that I explain,” came a familiar voice in the doorway.
John hadn’t heard him come in, but the creature—Cas—stood there, watching his
outburst with little to no interest plain on his face. “Sam and Dean are being
hunted by angels. I have brought you here so that Zachariah does not attempt to
alter the future using the power from the Spring Equinox to ‘grab them while
they’re young.’”
John shivered. What the hell?
“What do they want with us?” Sammy asked at the same time Dee objected,
“There’s no such thing as angels.”
“Sorry to break it to you, kid, but there is. ‘S a matter of fact, Cas here’s
an angel, too. Aren’t you, Cas?”
The creature glared, but answered. “Yes. I am an angel of the lord.”
“Bullshit,” all three of them said together and John had to smirk at his two
boys.
Sam and Dean shared a look and that, in itself, went further in convincing John
they were his sons than anything else that had happened. It was the same look
Sammy and Dee shared, one he wished he could be privy to sometimes, when they
told each other everything they needed to know in the space of a short glance.
Then the moment was over and Dean backed down to let Sam lead.
“Look,” he said. “We don’t have time to convince you that we are who we say we
are, but believe me when I say you’re all in danger and we’re the only ones who
can help.”
Dee looked at John then, eyebrow crooked. He shrugged. “I believe ‘em,” he
said. Then he outright grinned. “Only Sammy could be that much of a nerd in the
future.”
“Hey!” both Sams objected at the same time.
Dean guffawed and slapped his knee while Dee’s laughter echoed over it.
Things were getting weird.
 
===============================================================================
 
Things had gotten much weirder than anything John could have imagined.
“What the hell do you mean you’re sleeping with that thing?” John exploded.
Castiel stood in the corner, trying not to call attention to himself, though he
ached to help Dean. He’d heard some of the Winchesters’ history, knew exactly
what kind of life they’d lead. It had been good once, even after their mother
had died. There’d been a turning point when Sam turned ten and the relationship
between the brothers and their father grew stronger. Then, something had
happened—Dean wouldn’t tell him what—to make Sam hate John and to make Dean’s
disappointment grow.
After that, they weren’t a family so much as a group of Hunters, and it was no
secret that John could be a little hands-on at times. He feared for Dean’s
safety when John’s hand twitched, but didn’t move to help. It would only make
the situation worse. Dean was the best at diffusing hostile situations. As he’d
heard countless times, Sam and their father were practically at each others’
throats all hours of the day.
Dean took the time to calm John down. Castiel had missed most of the
conversation, stuck in his own musings. He didn’t miss John’s glare, though.
“You okay, Cas?” Dean asked, nudging him in the arm. He’d long-since recognized
the gesture as one of comfort, though it was brief.
“I am alright, Dean,” he sighed. “I fear for their safety as you do, though I
am confident in the sigils’ power to shield them until we can find a way to—”
“That’s not what I meant,” Dean interrupted, slipping further into Castiel’s
‘personal space.’ “I meant, are you alright with having John here even though
he hates you? Are you alright that you’re with a man whose father thinks you’re
a monster that needs to be Hunted? Do you feel alright?”
Castiel thought about the question. In all honesty, he did not feel alright. It
was nerve-wracking to discover that he held affections for a human, of all
things. Then to have unlocked a small part of himself that held a passion he
couldn’t put a name to—it was overwhelming. Now those same emotions were coming
back to haunt him, and they weren’t the pleasant ones that held him in the
afterglow of lovemaking. These feelings were wrapped in self-doubt. Though he
knew that Dean loved him, new thoughts sprung to make him wonder whether John
was right about their coupling. Castiel was not a woman, could not give Dean
children. He could not provide a normal life, wouldn’t even know the first
thing about ‘normal.’ All he would do is put him in more danger.
“Cas? Hey.” Dean’s arms came around him then, holding him together when he felt
as if he might fall apart from all of his wondering. Emotions were worse than
he could have imagined. “You know I love you, right?” Dean asked.
“Of course.”
“Good.” Then Dean placed a light kiss on his lips, and it held all the
reassurance he needed.
From the corner of his eye, he could see John Winchester’s expression shift and
change from outright anger to pensiveness to resignation. Whether he liked
seeing his future son with an angel or not, he seemed to have realized it was
useless to argue. That wasn’t what held his attention, though. No, his
attention was focused solely little Dean. The young man’s face lit up at the
exchange and he eyed Castiel appreciatively, want expressed in every fiber of
his being. It didn’t seem to matter what form Dean was in, that look went
straight to his—
“So,” John said, standing. “How long are we here?”
 
===============================================================================
 
 
Two days. A lot could be done in two days. He shared another look with Sammy,
the same thoughts and ideas expressed in his face that he was sure was in his
own. Sam was huge when he was big and there was no way he was going to pass up
the opportunity he’d been given.
Although, that angel was kinda hot, and from the heated look he had in his
eyes, there was no doubt that Dee would get a taste of him too. Then, while he
was on that train of thought, Sammy had to go and do the one thing that was
sure to harden his cock in an instant. It didn’t matter if Dee was doing what
he was doing now—contemplating how he could get both the angel and Sammy in the
same bed—or if he was digging up a grave for a salt and burn, his cock would be
hard as stone in seconds.
Sammy unconsciously licked his lips, letting the whites of his lower teeth peek
out before they were hidden again, like a tease. Dee wanted to lick into him,
scrape those teeth with his tongue, taste Sammy any way that he could. Blood
was obviously pumping through his little brother’s veins with anticipation,
causing a flush of his cheeks that would trail all the way down to his—damn Dee
needed to  stop thinking like that or he wouldn’t last long enough to get what
he really wanted.
Then again, he thought, they did have two whole days before they had to go
back. A lot could happen in that time. If he wanted to take Sammy now, he
could. No one was in the room, and Sammy was ready and willing, especially
after being interrupted in the shower that morning.
It had been three days since that damn coin. He hadn’t found release since
then—and it wasn’t in a good way either, like it was when their dad wanted them
to wait for him and he could have fun teasing Sammy. This was the kind that
made him feel like he could get blue balls if he waited any longer.
Right after he’d gotten rid of that coin—who knew things could go bad so
fast?—they’d taken a poltergeist Hunt that took a lot longer than they thought
it would. Most of that time had been spent either getting thrown around the
house by a pissed off entity or so exhausted it was all he could do to make it
to the bed before he collapsed.
This morning was the first time in days that any of them had been ready to get
up to something frisky, and then Cas had to come in and interrupt them, not
that he was complaining about that fact. It was just that he wasn’t used to
going without for so long and neither was Sammy.
If he had it his way, though, he wouldn’t have to go through another night
without being able to bury himself deep inside Sam—Sam, Sammy, he didn’t care
which, wanted both—and come so hard that he was seeing stars. There wasn’t much
else he wanted beside that, though Sammy was a bit more imaginative with his
thoughts.
Oh, he wanted his brother’s cock inside of him, stretching him out as far as he
could go, coming so hard that each jet stimulated his prostate, that much was
true, but he wanted so much more than that. He wanted to taste that angel’s
cock while both Deans took turns fucking him. Maybe they could both fuck him at
once while Big Sam stood over them, their mouths on his cock. And it would be
like they were both sucking down Sammy’s cock, just at a different time, and
then he would have something to look forward to in the future. Both Deans
blowing him, he would come down their throats, so deep they’d choke on it.
But Sam’s mouth wouldn’t be empty. No, Sam’s mouth would be wrapped around his
dad’s cock, as deep as he could take him. He’d suck hard until his dad was
screaming his name over and over again and he could taste the thick salty
sweetness of his dad’s come in his mouth. Oh yeah, Sam had plans for that
night, and the next. If they could stay the next week, there would be plans to
fill every minute.
Sam looked over at Dean to get him on board, but there was no need. His pupils
were blown wide and his cheeks were flushed. They were on the same page, then.
All there was to do, was put these plans into effect.
 
***** Hush *****
Chapter Summary
     Sam's all tied up while little Sammy and Dee have their fun...
Sam’s wrists and ankles were bound so he could do nothing but kneel. His arms
were straining to move and it was uncomfortable to say the least, but his cock
was hard as a rock and the anticipation of what was coming was keeping him from
moving even an inch. He didn’t know what Sammy planned on doing to him,
couldn’t see a thing with the blindfold on, but whatever it was, it was sure to
be good. Dean was off somewhere else—probably with Cas or their father—but he
could hear Dee moving around, his movement a quiet shuffle compared to Sammy’s
heavy steps.
He jerked in surprise as a hand came down on his ass, three quick reps that
stung even after the hand was gone. He couldn’t keep his gasp from escaping and
he knew that that would be enough to sanction punishment.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk. Keep making noise like that and I’m going to have to gag you,
and then you won’t get to put that in your mouth,” his younger said.
The blindfold kept him from seeing what Sammy was talking about, but there was
no mistaking the hot member pressing at his lips.
“Open,” Dee said, his hand pulling at Sam’s long hair, and Sam obliged, parting
his lips. Dee thrust inside, not stopping even when Sam gagged on it, cock
pressing into his throat.
Sam tried to breathe through his nose, but Dee wouldn’t let him, just kept
pressing deep, holding the back of Sam’s head now to keep his lips pressed
against his naval, the entire length in his mouth and down his throat. Tears
sprang to Sam’s eyes from the lack of oxygen, and the only thing keeping him
from forcing himself back or using his nonverbal code word, was the long moan
Dee let out at his constricting throat muscles.
Sam saw stars, his head swimming. It was too much. He didn’t remember Dee being
this big when he was sixteen, but the proof was right there inside of him,
cutting off his airway as he struggled to pull in something, anything, so long
as he didn’t pass out. Then Dee was pulling out, allowing Sam to breathe in
once before he was back inside, fucking in and out of his mouth now with a
chorus of SamSamSammyMineSam mixed in with pants and groans.
Sam found the rhythm of Dee’s hips and moved in time with them, drawing the
thick member deeper and sucking as best he could.
Tiny slick fingers probed his hole, ripping another gasp from him when one
dipped inside.
Dee pulled out completely and the fingers disappeared from him, leaving him
feeling empty and alone.
“Told you quiet, Sam. Gotta teach you. You too, Sammy. On the bed.”
“What?” Sammy asked. “Why?”
Sam heart the unmistakable slap Dee placed on his ass before he felt the bed
dip with Sammy’s added weight.
“If Sam here still can’t be quiet, it means that you haven’t learned to behave
either.”
It made a sick sort of sense in Sam’s mind, but he didn’t think much for long
because the pain started almost immediately after. Dee’s hand came down hard on
him, a litany of never-ending smacks on his ass and thighs. Tears poured from
his eyes at the sting, but he held his tongue when a particularly forceful
strike tapped his scrotum. It was pain, but a kind that didn’t make his cock
any softer. If anything, he was dripping wet beads of precome into the mattress
and straining against his cock ring for release. It was the best kind of pain.
Dee’s palm came down again and again so many times that Sam lost count. The
only thing he knew was that he definitely wouldn’t be able to sit for a
week—maybe two—without remembering this particular lesson.
“Deeeeeeeee,” Sammy crooned from beside him. “Please, Dee, please.
Pleasepleaseplease.”
Sam didn’t know what Dee was doing to Sammy, but he could almost feel the
overwhelming need that he heard in his voice. For what, he didn’t know, but it
was there and it was powerful and it was seeping into Sam’s very being, that
need. It made him want to beg and scream and moan, but he couldn’t do any of
that. Dee wanted him to be compliant, and that meant silence.
So Sam begged in the only way he could. He lifted his ass higher, asking in
silence for moreDeepleasemore, an internal chorus that matched Sammy’s verbal
one. Dee’s palm landed three more times on his welted cheeks before they turned
soft and caressing, only adding to the sting of the heated skin.
“Did you learn your lesson? Speak.”
“Yes,” he croaked, his voice weak as he tried to keep from pulling away from
Dee’s searching hands.
“Good boy,” he said. “Sammy, undo his ankles.”
Sam didn’t hear a response, but his ankles went lax as they were released from
their bindings and he could feel Sammy’s hands on him, massaging the feeling
back into them.
Dee flipped Sam onto his back, arms stuck under him, legs spread wide.
“Secure him,” Dee ordered, and Sam’s ankles were bound again to the bedposts
only seconds later.
Sam nearly groaned in anticipation of what was to come, but he’d learned his
lesson and not even a peep escaped him.
“You’re a good boy, Sam, such a good boy for me,” Dee crooned, his hands moving
up and down his torso now, pausing only briefly to pull at his sensitive
nipples before trailing again.
“Sammy,” Dee barked, but nothing came after that, Sammy having supposedly
stopped whatever he was doing.
“Open,” Dee ordered him.
Sam opened his mouth obediently, not the slightest bit of hesitation at the
sound of Dee’s voice. He was pleasantly surprised at the taste of Sammy’s cock
resting heavily on his tongue after that. Little Sammy with his tiny cock, not
yet as big as Sam was, as he was gonna be, but still bigger than any twelve
year old besides. He didn’t shove and force like Dee did, but let Sam control
the pace, and it drove Sammy wild if his uncontrollable gasping was anything to
go by.
Sam knew what he liked and he went with it, swirling his tongue along the
underside of the head, before taking him all the way down, encompassing his
cock and balls in one straight shot, and sucking, sucking for all he was worth
until Sammy came inside his mouth with a shout.
It was then that he felt Dee pressing into him, slowly and with more care than
he’d taken with his mouth. He pushed in, one inch at a time, while small bursts
of salty fluid landed on Sam’s tongue. Sammy’s hands combed through his hair,
hips pumping with every shock of his orgasm, and still Dee pushed into the
tight heat of Sam’s ass until he was nestled all the way inside.
“Still so tight, Sam. How—”
And Sam lifted his hips and sunk back again, cutting off whatever Dee planned
to say. Dee grabbed his thighs for leverage, pounding into him now, meeting
each of his thrusts. Sammy pulled his cock from Sam’s mouth and leaned down for
a kiss, no doubt tasting his own release on Sam’s tongue. Dee’s hips stuttered
like they did when he was close, but that was all he could tell about Dee
before Sammy’s mouth was on him, a moist wetness that brought more tears to his
eyes.
Damn, he needed to come so bad and he knew he couldn’t. Not with that damn cock
ring, and definitely not without Dee’s permission because, despite what had
happened between them and how much older Sam was now, he was still Dee’s good
boy, now and always.
“Please, Dee?” Sammy asked, pulling off only long enough to ask the question
before he was back on him, sucking Sam’s brains out through his cock.
“Yeah,” Dee panted, driving in and out of Sam’s ass for all he was worth.
“Yeah, Sammy. Do it.”
Then that dreaded cock ring was gone, Sammy’s lithe fingers removing it in
seconds, and Sam was coming, blinding white into Sammy’s mouth, Dee’s cock
sparking something hot and ohgodsoperfect inside of him, sending pleasure
through his entire body as he strained against his bindings.
Dee fucked him through it, even after his own release. Come filled his ass as
Dee pounded into him, slicking the way even more, not that Sam noticed after
his orgasm. He collapsed back onto the bed, every muscle in his body completely
relaxed like it could only be after a Dean-orgasm. No one else could have
compared.
Dee pulled out of Sam and cleaned him up, tongue swirling inside of him until
every drop of his come was gone. Sammy released his bindings and removed his
blindfold and he looked up into the same familiar hazel eyes he saw in the
mirror, except these ones weren’t dimmed by the grief of the deaths of everyone
he loved. They were young and boyish and, despite what they were up to in the
bedroom, innocent.
Sammy’s lips came down on his, tasting again, and Dee rested his head on Sam’s
chest, cuddling like he never did with anyone else. 
***** Distractions *****
Chapter Summary
     Sammy distracts John for Dean, but Dean isn't the only one who gets
     something out of the deal...
Sammy cast another look at his dad through thick eyelashes. He knew his father
was already hard in his pants, especially with the way Sammy had been teasing
him all morning. Dean was obsessed with getting his angel, Sammy knew, and that
left their father to contend to. He’d backed off after he realized that the
angel didn’t want to harm them, but that didn’t mean he’d be alright with them
fucking in the next room.
So Sammy did what he thought was best. He stuck his ass out when he reached for
something on the lowest shelf, showing off that small strip of skin above his
back that he knew drove his father crazy. He jutted his lower lip out a little
bit, just enough to make it noticeable, to make someone like his father want to
come right out and suck it into his mouth. He looked up demurely from beneath
thick lashes and let his eyes shine with lust.
He’d be lying if he said he wouldn’t get anything out of it. His father’s star
struck expression would fuel his fantasies for a long time. Plus, he was sure
he was going to be pounded into next week, taken hard and rough until his hole
was dripping with his father’s come and he could feel it every time he sat.
There was also that incentive.
Sammy cast one last look over his shoulder at his father, one that promised
great things in the future if he followed, and sauntered out the door just as
quick as you please. He darted quickly around to the back side of the cabin.
Trees surrounded them and the nearest neighbor was miles out—the perfect place
for what he wanted.
Before he could do more than plan his next step, John was there, grabbing him,
lifting him up and pressing him against the cabin, both of their clothed cocks
rubbing together obscenely. John kissed a trail up and down Sammy’s neck,
sending shivers of arousal down his spine. Then John’s mouth was at his ear
whispering the most obscene things.
“How do you want it?” he heard John whisper.
“Hard, Daddy,” Sammy nearly begged. “Fast, need it now.”
“You sure, Sammy? Don’t want to hurt you.”
“Sure, Daddy, always sure. Won’t hurt me, take it so good. Please.” Tears of
need and frustration built up and poured from his eyes, falling in neat little
trails down his cheeks that he wanted his daddy to press his lips to and make
it better.
His father’s lips did just that. John kissed his boy’s cheeks, one then the
other, and did as Sammy asked. He lifted him away just long enough to get his
pants down—didn’t even bother with undressing himself, just unzipped his fly
and pulled himself out—but then Sammy was on him again, legs wrapped around his
hips to sink himself down quickly on his father’s engorged cock.
“Daddy!” he yelled as John’s cock filled him up, stretched him wide. There was
no pause, no time to adjust, before his father was plunging his cock in and out
of him, sharp thrusts of his hips that built up speed as they went. John pinned
him against the wall with his body, using it as leverage to thrust deeper and
harder.
Sammy’s mind was a complete and utter blank, and other than the litany of
curses that spilled from John’s mouth, the world outside was blocked out. All
there was, was the pleasure of his father inside him. All he heard was his
father’s voice in his ear. All he knew was the feel and the press of his body
against him.
Sammy came suddenly, screaming out his release as white hot jets of come shot
in spasms from his cock. He could feel John’s come inside of him and he
clenched tight, hoping to keep every morsel inside when he pulled out. Sure
enough, when John’s softening cock slipped from his ass, not a single drop
escaped. Sammy felt strangely proud of himself.
“Damn, Sammy,” John whispered, nuzzling his neck. There was no doubting the
pleased note in his voice. “What the hell was that?”
A distraction, Sammy thought.
“You ready for round two,” he asked instead, a Dean-like smirk  on his face and
an unmistakable glint in his eye. 
***** His Dean *****
Chapter Summary
     It doesn't matter what form Dean's in; it's still the same Dean and
     Castiel wants nothing more than to own him...
Castiel stood in the doorway and nearly blushed at the sight in front of him.
Dean left with Sam nearly two hours before to question the locals about
whatever Hunt they’d involved themselves in; John and Sammy were gone as well,
though he wasn’t altogether sure where, leaving him completely alone with Dee.
He should have expected this, should have known that Dean, in any shape or
form, would be just as bold and straightforward in his advances. Sadly, he
hadn’t anticipated this course of action and was entirely flustered when he
entered cabin to the sight of Dee unabashedly pleasuring himself, moaning into
the sheets of the single bed, flushed from head to toe in arousal.
It should have shamed him to realize that he found himself similarly aroused,
as seen by his growing erection, at the sight he’d walked in on, but no shame
came to him, only the anticipation of burying himself in the silky wet heat
he’d only recently begun to utilize.
He and Dean had just started the tryst they were currently on, but it had
awakened Castiel’s libido, much to his surprise. It didn’t matter that Dee was
only sixteen, that he had not bottomed extensively before this time, or that it
may technically be in the realm of ‘cheating’ if his Dean was not in the room.
Castiel was going to have Dee if it killed him.
“Cas,” Dee groaned, gasping as he arched his back in pleasure, hand gripping
his cock so tightly, Cas though it had to hurt, but he stroked himself slowly
like Cas knew he liked and he needed to be in Dee yesterday.
Cas walked to the edge of the bed, shedding his clothing instantaneously, not
bothering with any foreplay. Dee was on edge enough as it was without making
him wait, not that Cas was any better. His cock was hard leaking, like it could
only get when he saw Dean this way. It really didn’t seem to matter to him what
Dean looked like. He could see his soul, the same one his Dean had, and that
made all the difference. This was the same person, even if it wasn’t the same
person. It was still Dean, no matter how small.
He knelt on the bed and pulled Dean toward him, parting his legs so he could
scoot closer. His hands roamed Dean’s torso and chest, and he batted Dean’s
hand away from his cock, not letting him touch. No, Dean wasn’t allowed to find
pleasure unless it was with Cas inside him, wasn’t allowed to come unless it
was with Cas’s permission. His Dean knew that, but this one needed to learn.
Cas smiled when he realized just how fun it would be to teach him.
Dean gasped when Cas bent down and captured a nipple in his mouth, biting down
just hard enough to pull a little before he let it slip through his teeth. He
did the same to the other one, nipping, biting, licking, caressing, kissing,
until Dean was a writhing mess under him.
Dean canted his hips upward, trying to find the friction he so desperately
needed, but Cas didn’t give him an inch.  He kept himself well away from Dean’s
cock, not allowing the little Winchester to gain any leverage against him. Dean
tried to reach down to pleasure himself again, but Cas was far from tolerant
about such imprudence. He bit down on Dean’s hip, hard, nearly breaking skin,
but not taking it further than the deep bruise that would appear. Then his
hands found Dean’s and he pulled them up above his head, holding them still
with his grace.
Dean didn’t seem to realize that his hands were bound without rope, or that
Cas’s hands still roamed his body, he was so preoccupied with the equal mix of
pleasure and frustration warring against each other for dominance. Then Cas’s
finger was sinking into him, slick and probing, and it was all Dean could do
not to scream in pleasure as his prostate was stimulated.
One finger became two, and the stretch was heaven. It was just enough to have
Dean almost coming, but then two became three, and Dean’s erection flagged
slightly with expectation of the pain that was sure to follow whenever he was
stretched out as much.
Cas sensed Dean’s hesitation and stilled his fingers. He leaned over Dean,
caressing his jaw with the hand not otherwise occupied, stroking his thumb over
the eyelids Dean had clenched shut so tight. He wasn’t in pain, not yet Cas
didn’t think, but he was still young, so there was always the possibility that
it was too much for him to take right now.
“Open your eyes,” Cas said gently.
Dean looked at him, emerald eyes shining with fear, but there was trust deep
down in there too, and that made all the difference to Castiel.
He lowered his lips to Dean’s, pressing some of his grace inside to soothe
whatever aches and pains he felt. If he had it his way, Dean would never have
to feel pain. The pain, he knew, would make Dean who he was, would make him his
Dean, but what he wanted more than anything was to keep Dean safe and warm at
his side. This would do, though, for now, this little bit of Cas’s grace to
carry inside him, to soothe him when he felt pain.
When Dean’s hips resumed their canting, Cas knew the fear was gone, replaced
only by the pleasure of Cas’s fingers inside of him. It wouldn’t be long now.
“More,” Dean gasped out. “Oh, God, please more. Please, Cas.”
And how could Cas even hope to say no to that? He lined up and pressed into
Dean slowly, wanting to take his time with this younger version of Dean that
had fallen into his lap, quite literally it seemed, until he bottomed out.
Dean’s muscles clenched and unclenched around him, trying desperately to coax
his orgasm from him, and Cas enjoyed the pleasure of it for a while, just
sitting still inside of Dean until Dean whimpered so prettily that Cas had to
move.
He pulled out and drove in deep with firm and steady thrusts of his hips. He
released Dean’s arms and they immediately wrapped around his neck to bring Cas
down for a kiss. Dean’s lips were soft and moist when they pressed against
Cas’s, insistent on parting just enough for Dean to sneak his tongue out to
taste. Cas shivered as he drove his hips down again, Dean gasping against his
mouth, and Cas could feel Dean’s breath against him, coming faster with every
thrust, bringing him up, up, until he spilled between them, coating both of
their stomachs with his release.
Cas thrust deep inside Dean and stilled, coming then as Dean’s muscles
contracted with his orgasm, clamping down on his cock, milking his release from
him. Cas turned to the side as he collapsed, pulling out of Dean with a wince
as his oversensitive cock was stimulated. Then Dean was above him, straddling
his hips with a smile that could cure a thousand diseases. When his lips met
Cas’s, gentle and chaste in the afterglow of their lovemaking, Cas knew that,
no matter what form Dean came to him in, he would always be his Dean, even if
he wouldn’t remember who Cas was after this.
***** Two Whole Days *****
Chapter Summary
     Just a little plot to finish off the story for those of you who
     actually read the first chapter instead of skipping to the good stuff
     :)
John woke up at the crack of noon. Sleeping so late wasn’t something he did
normally, but then again, he didn’t normally spend three days straight clearing
a poltergeist out of a house. Normally, it was a couple-of-hours type of job,
but this one had been particularly bad. A three hundred year old poltergeist
and at least five dozen—that he’d found—victims all in the same house, fueling
the thing… it was bad.
It was gone now, though. He and his boys had taken care of it in a few days, no
harm, no foul except for a lack of sleep they’d just taken care of. He wrote a
quick note and left it on the door, slipping out of the hotel room to grab
breakfast and some much needed coffee.
“Hey, Sucherman!” the hotel manager called just as John was getting into the
Impala. “Check out’s in five minutes. I need the keys.”
John’s brow creased in confusion. They were paid through the week, until
Saturday, two more days from now.
“We’re paid through Saturday,” John said.
“Today is Saturday,” the manager said, tone adding whatever derogatory
statement he so obviously wanted to make. “If you wanna stay longer it’s gonna
be another fifty for the night.”
John glanced over at the newspaper dispenser and saw the day’s date stamped
clearly on the front. Two days. They’d slept for two days. What the hell?!
Completely impossible, but then again, they’d been dead tired. Hadn’t gotten
any sleep pretty much all week, what with that damn coin keeping them up all
hours of the night and then the poltergeist. Was it any wonder they’d slept for
so long?
“You gonna stay or not?” the manager asked again, impatient with John’s
revelation.
“Yeah,” he murmured. “We’ll stay another night.” They could get a move on in
the morning. 
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