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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Supernatural
  Relationship:
      Dean_Winchester/John_Winchester
  Character:
      Dean_Winchester, John_Winchester, Sam_Winchester
  Additional Tags:
      Father/Son_Incest, Sexual_Abuse, Extremely_Underage, Top_John, Bottom
      Dean, Rough_Sex, Unsafe_Sex, Emotional_Manipulation, Somnophilia, Anal
      Fingering, Dirty_Talk, Anal_Sex, Size_Difference, belly_bulge, Breeding
      Kink, Creampie, John's_a_terrible_father, Sam_is_asleep_in_the_next_bed,
      Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot
  Collections:
      Shota
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-04-02 Words: 1908
****** there is no monster in your closet ******
by LilMysterios
Summary
     The one where little Dean wakes up in the middle of the night to find
     his father fingering him...
     (Spoiler alert: he doesn't stop there.)
Notes
     Everything is in the tags, so please don't start this fic if there's
     even a tiny chance a detail could upset you.
     I write this as a fantasy, and in no way condone in real life the
     kind of abuse depicted in this work. This is all fiction and fantasy.
     If you like it, welcome aboard!
     If you don't, try something else, but don't be the one going around
     kink shaming.
See the end of the work for more notes
 
The first time it happens, Dean is only a boy.
He doesn’t understand right away what’s going on. He’s been having these weird,
intense dreams lately, so when he wakes up in the middle of the night, the
motel room dark around him and the stale air still and quiet, a strange feeling
in his belly, he just thinks he had another, and is ready to go back to sleep…
Only when he turns his head around, eyes unfocused and still lost in the warmth
of his dream, it is to discover that his father is kneeling behind him, a wild,
hungry look on his face as two of his thick fingers are shoved deep inside
Dean.
The shock has Dean frozen for a few seconds, mouth open and eyes wide, unable
to look away as his own father finger-fucks him, looking perfectly at ease
spreading his son’s little thighs to reach deeper within him.
Dean cries out weakly and squirms, trying to escape the unknown feeling of
something inside his hole, but John is stronger than him; one big hand, pinning
Dean’s arms behind his back and pressing between his small shoulder blades, is
enough to hold his son in place, chest down and ass up, as John keeps shoving
his digits past Dean’s tight entrance.
“Ssshhh,” he soothes quietly. “You don’t want to wake up your brother, do you
now, Dean?”
Dean casts a helpless look at where Sam is sleeping soundly in his bed,
breathing deep and face gently relaxed. Sam’s been so stressed lately, with all
the moving around and that last hunt with the banshee… Dean can’t risk waking
up and robbing him of such precious rest. He tries his best to keep his noises
inside, heart beating wildly in his chest.
“I couldn’t help but notice how naughty you’ve been lately, son,” continues
John. “Always teasing me, always waiting for me to come in the room before you
start changing clothes, shaking that perfect baby-ass of yours in my face…”
He pauses for a few seconds, his fingers sliding in and out of Dean in a smooth
glide as he works him open, and Dean can feel his face heat up. He doesn’t know
what his father is talking about… has he really been so bad?
“I tried to resist of course,” continues John, “but then I figured, my little
boy’s trying to tell me something! He’s asking me to finally take what’s mine,
to finally claim his sweet ass as my own… is that what you want, Dean? Do you
want your daddy to finally do the right thing?”
“Y-Yes sir,” pants Dean, not really sure what his father means, but the answer
seems to satisfy John, as he adds another finger.
Dean whimpers as he feels his small, virgin hole tighten around his father’s
knuckles, trying to keep him out… but John forces his entrance, fingers pushing
and pressing until suddenly he’s in, and Dean can feel his ass burn, too full
and too stretched.
“You take it so good, Dean,” praises his father. “You’re such a good little
whore for your daddy.”
Dean wants to protest, he is not a whore and he doesn’t want his dad saying
that, but the exact moment he opens his mouth to say it John touches a secret
place inside of Dean that makes stars burst behind his eyelids, and the breath
is knocked out of his lungs.
“That’s it, son…” purrs John, rubbing back and forth on that inner place and
making Dean choke in forced pleasure, “you like that, don’t you? Your daddy’s
fingers milking your prostate, rubbing you all the right ways… I bet if you
could speak you’d moan so prettily, my pretty little whore…”
His dad takes his fingers out of Dean’s ass, leaving him weirdly empty and
cold, and so Dean keens, clenching his ass to try and feel better. Behind him,
John chuckles.
“I always knew you’d be a lovely slut, Dean… but look at you, all desperate for
me, begging to be filled… you just can’t wait to have my giant cock fuck your
little cunt, can you?”
John spreads his son’s legs a bit wider, and then something huge and hot
settles between Dean’s ass cheeks, slowly rubbing there, sliding wetly against
his fluttering entrance.
“Oh yeah, you feel so good, Dean…” sighs John, hips working between his boy’s
slender thighs. “So wet already for your daddy, all dripping like a bitch in
heat…”
Dean can feel him starting to push, trying to force his cock into his son’s
tiny hole, and he closes his eyes, bracing himself for the pain—
“Wait,” says John.
Dean opens an eyelid, relief washing over him; maybe his dad has changed his
mind, maybe he won’t need Dean after all? But just as he  straightens up on his
elbow, John grabs his body roughly, flipping Dean onto his back with one large
swoop of the hand and looming over him with a starved, dark look in his eyes.
“I want to look at your face when you take my cock,” he whispers gleefully,
spreading his son’s thighs wide open and settling between them.
Dean looks down, horrified, to see his father’s huge cock, angry-red and hard
and leaking profusely all over Dean’s own little penis. His eyes widen at the
sheer size of the enormous hard-on; how can his father even think this monster
is gonna fit inside of Dean?
But suddenly the thingis pressing right against Dean’s entrance, trying to go
in, and he shakes his head.
“Dad,” he cries out, “it’s—it’s too big, it—it won’t fit.”
“Nonsense,” rejects John, and he grabs his son’s skinny hips in a bruising grip
and pushes.
The pain is hot, blinding, and Dean feels like his ass is gonna break under the
insufferable pressure, John’s straining breath fanning warm and heavy over his
face… Dean is starting to hyperventilate, small panicked breaths rushing into
his lungs, when suddenly something inside him gives and he feels the tip of his
dad’s cock slip in, round and huge.
“Well done, Dean,” approves John. “I knew you could do it, you’re such a
perfect little fuckhole… but now daddy needs to go all the way, can you do
that?”
Dean whimpers shakily, eyes wide and panicked, as he sees John push a little
harder.
“No, dad, you can’t, it won’t fit,” he whispers, trying to wriggle out of his
father’s grip… but John ignores him, hooks one of Dean’s slender legs over his
overly large shoulder and just thrusts forward.
The pain is so intense, it feels like being split in two. Dean can feel his rim
stretch and open to his father’s girth, and it is so awful, so wrong, he can’t
help crying out.
“Stop whining, Dean,” groans John, “this is what you were made for… you were
made to take my cock, my beautiful, perfect little slut… so be quiet and take
it.”
Slowly, surely, the long, hard, huge shaft of his father’s cock sinks into
Dean’s tight virgin hole, inch by inch. Dean feels overwhelmingly full, stuffed
so deep he can feel it in his throat, and he claws desperately at the sheets as
he tries to get away… but John keeps pushing deeper and deeper, Dean shuddering
at the unyielding pressure, sucking in breaths without getting any air. Every
second is a burning torture and he keeps thinking he can’t take it, it’s not
possible, John is going to break him, and Dean's feeling trapped and helpless
and on the verge of passing out as he is steadily speared open…
After what seems to be a small eternity, John finally bottoms out, hairy balls
pressed to the smooth skin of Dean’s ass and thick, adult, enormous cock
entirely sheathed inside his son’s tiny hole.
“Aaaaah,” he groans, “you feel so good, Dean. So tight around my cock, so hot
and wet, my sweet little bitch…”
Fat tears stream down Dean’s cheeks, soaking the mattress his face is turned
into, but just as he thinks, that’s it, he’s in, it’s over, John tightens his
grip on Dean’s raised up thigh and starts to move inside him.
Dean gasps as his father pulls out, only to thrust in again, setting an
unforgiving rhythm in a matter of seconds… Dean is powerless against the
strength of his father’s thrusts, lost in dull, thudding pain and sharp
pleasure as his secret place is pounded repeatedly, shaken like a ragdoll every
time John fucks into him, the grip on his tender flesh hard and bruising.
“Yeah that’s it, son, just lie down and take it… take my cock like the filthy
slut you are, I know you want it,” John pants as his pelvis works furiously his
son’s hole open. One of his hands comes to rest on Dean’s stomach, where a
cock-shaped bulge distorts the skin every time he fucks forward. “Look at your
little belly, son,” he marvels, and presses down, making Dean hiccup in pain,
“so full, taking my cock so deep… I bet you’d like it if I could fuck you
pregnant, am I right? I bet you dream of having your big daddy breed that
sweet, tight little ass of yours, fill you up with my come until you’re
bursting…”
John’s breath comes out ragged and labored as he goes faster and faster,
ramming his son’s insides like a drilling machine.
“I’m gonna breed you so good, baby,” he slurs. “You’ll be my perfect little
breeding bitch, your little belly swollen full with my babies…”
John comes with a groan, stilling deep inside his son, and Dean can feel the
wet warmth of his father’s seed flood his insides. He moans plaintively, John
pulsing hot and sticky against his inner walls as he chases the waves of his
pleasure into his boy’s hole.
Dean is shaking by the time his father is done, little thighs quivering in
powerless despair, and he winces at the sharp tug on his sore rim when John
pulls out carelessly. Dean immediately rolls on his side on the mattress, bent
knees numb and ass aching, and he doesn’t even have the strength to curl into a
ball.
“That was so good, Dean,” says John. “You’re such a good whore for your daddy.”
He wipes his spent cock on his son’s thigh, leaving a sticky trail on the
smooth, hairless skin.
“Oh, and Dean,” he adds like an afterthought as he strokes a possessive hand up
Dean’s leg, “I wouldn’t mention that to Sammy, if I were you.” He slips a thumb
over Dean’s gaping hole, rummaging casually through the mess of lube and come
as Dean whines pitifully. “I’m pretty sure he’d be really disappointed to learn
that his big brother Dean was so eager to spread his legs to his father.”
He laughs cruelly, tugging at Dean’s rim one last time and Dean startles,
grimacing when he feels a feeble trickle of come drip slowly from his wrecked
hole.
He doesn't even hear John leave.
In the morning, when the sunlight warms the air and makes everything seem
golden and beautiful, the events of last night feel hazy, blurry like a dream,
and Dean just goes about his breakfast, oblivious to how his father’s gaze is
glued to every move of his small figure, eyes dark and filled with promise.
.
.
.
(That was only the first of many, many nights.)
 
End Notes
     This was unabeta'd and English isn't my first language, so please if
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     can help.
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