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Pacing back and forth in the bunker’s library, Sam Winchester nervously glanced over in the direction of the main entryway. It had been two nights since he had seen his older brother, whose absence was not sitting well with him, not one bit.
Dean had spent the better part of Saturday sleeping the day away, they both had actually. Clearing out a nest of vamps was hard work and they needed the rest. Sam had woken up first and was in the kitchen when Dean dragged himself through the door and headed straight for the refrigerator.
Staring blankly into the barren appliance, Dean stood there for a few minutes before he had closed the door and turned to Sam, saying, “I’m going on a beer run. Do you want anything?”
“Nope,” the younger Winchester had casually replied.
Sam hadn’t even looked up to watch Dean leave.
That was 38 hours ago. At first, when Dean wasn’t home by midnight, Sam had just assumed his brother had found himself a date. However, by Sunday afternoon he was beginning to worry. Texting and calling had garnered him no response.
Don’t be a baby, that’s what he imagined Dean telling him. So Sam had suppressed his urge to go out and look for his missing brother.
But now… now it was Monday morning and there was absolutely no good reason why Dean should still be gone. No good reason why Sam hadn’t heard from him.
Striding over to the table where his laptop rested, Sam pulled open the lid and began to enter Dean’s mobile phone information into the tracking database. Punching in the last few digits, Sam pressed the return key and waited for the results.
Sam watched the progress bar like a hawk. The indicator moving far too slowly for his liking. After what seemed like an eternity, the program finally gave him the information he was after, Dean’s location: Downs, Kansas.
Downs, that was only about 20 miles south of the bunker. He could be there in less than a half an hour. Rushing to jot down the coordinates, Sam wasted no time going down to the garage to grab a set of keys and vehicle.
What in the world? Sam thought to himself as he pulled up in front of the abandoned gas station, double checking the latitude and longitude on his phone to make sure he had the correct location. Why would Dean be here?
A quick lap around the building revealed no other vehicles. Not letting this prevent him from doing his due diligence, he got out of his car and attempted to open one of the doors but it was locked tight. Rubbing his face with his hands, the younger Winchester brother looked around, trying to figure out his next move.
Noticing a car wash attached to the building, Sam walked over and tried lifting the gate.
Krrrrreeeeeeekkkkk
It moved ever so slightly and Sam really put his shoulder to it and heaved it upward as hard as he could. With a whirl, the gate shot upward, revealing the contents of the enclosed space: the Impala.
“DEAN!” Sam shouted, his voice reverberating off of the walls. “DEAN!”
No answer.
Pulling out his phone, Sam tried calling his brother’s number one more time.
Brrrrriiiiinnnnggg
The sounds of a phone ringing emanated from the sleek black car. Opening the car door, he found both Dean’s phone and the keys in the ignition. This was not a good sign.
“Dean!” He called once more as he looked around the space wildly.
There, off to the left, how had he not noticed it before, a door leading into the building. Quickly crossing to it, Sam turned the handle to find it unlocked. The door swung open with a creak. The smell of lingering dust and stale air met his nostrils and he took a step back. Not knowing what he might encounter, he checked that he had his revolver and that it was fully loaded before he entered the edifice.
“Dean,” the younger Winchester called into the darkness.
Pulling out both his gun and a flashlight, he proceeded into the building. He was in a small hallway, what windows there were had been boarded up and the only source of light that could be seen were the thin tendrils of sunlight that crept around the edges of the boards.
Making his way forward, Sam persisted until he reached the door at the end of the hall. This too was unlocked and he pushed it open to find a large room completely devoid of any furnishings, equipment, or appliances.
Devoid that is of everything that is except a single flood light shining down from the ceiling on to a beautiful young woman reclined upon a chaise lounge. Dressed in a long silken obsidian colored negligee, she had one leg drooped over the edge of the settee, the other bent upwards, foot resting on the seat of the couch. And kneeling on the ground between her legs was a naked man, his face buried at the crux of her thighs, Dean.
“Hello, Sammy,” she called as he stepped through the doorway, her bright blue eyes meeting his green ones. “Nice of you to finally show up.”
If Dean knew that Sam was there, he did not indicate it, clearly too intent on his ministrations to notice anything or anyone.
Bringing his gun up and pointing it at her, Sam asked, “What have you done to my brother?”
A grin pulled at the corner of her mouth, “Going to shoot me? I’ll tell you now, that’s not your greatest idea. Shoot me and you might as well shoot your brother because if I die, he dies too.”
“You’re a witch,” Sam stated.
“Hmmmmm,” she murmured, “and they told me you were the smart one.”
“Whatever you’ve done,” Sam reasoned, his gun still pointed at her head as he took a few more steps closer, “I swear, I’ll kill you for it. Spell or no spell. Now, let my brother go.”
“Let him go?” the woman asked, feigning confusion. “Now why would I ever want to do that? He has such a wicked tongue.”
His face contorting in anger, the younger Winchester cocked the hammer on his gun and replied, “I said let him go.”
Sighing in exasperation, the witch placed her hand in Dean’s hair and pulled his head up and out of her lap so that she could look him in the face. Sam could see the slick shine of her fluids on his lips and cheeks.
“Dean, sweetheart, your little brother has come to get you. Do you want to go with him or stay here with me?”
The older Winchester did not reply, instead, he yanked his head away and forcefully pushed his face back between her legs.
“Oh!” she giggled, “Sorry, Sammy. You took longer than I expected, maybe if you had come earlier but he’s too far gone now.”
His hands now shaking in fury, Sam wasn’t surprised that his finger tightened on the trigger and the gun went off with a BANG. The woman didn’t even flinch as the bullet went whizzing past her head. Her eyes turned white and with a flick of her finger, Sam’s revolver flew out of his hand. She flicked her hand again and….
“Aaaaaaahhhhh,” Dean screamed, pulling his head away and covering his ears as if he was in excruciating pain, his red and swollen cock bouncing up against his stomach as he sat back on his heels.
“What are you doing?” Sam yelled. “STOP!”
The witch put her hand down and once again Dean immediately went back to licking her pussy.
Without his gun, the younger Winchester knew he was helpless. This woman was clearly a powerful witch. If he could go call for backup somehow or maybe get to the Impala, he could maybe stand a chance. But that would mean leaving Dean alone with her, not a risk he wanted to take.
“Why should I stop?” she asked. “Have you brought something with you with which to barter?”
“You…” Sam stammered, running through his options in his head, “you can have me.”
“You?” the witch questioned, looking him up and down. “Why would I want you? Really, I’ve never understood the appeal. Yes, you’ve got the height and broad shoulders. But that hair is far too long for my tastes. Besides, I’ve got Dean. He’s much more fuckable than you. No, Sam, I don’t want you.”
“Then what do you want?!” Sam shouted.
He was close enough now he could see the sheen of sweat and the red, blue, and purple patches of bruises on the elder Winchester’s skin. She had been hurting him. And what’s more, there was the flat circular base of butt-plug between the cheeks of Dean’s ass. She’d sodomized his older brother and Sam knew he had to do something.
“What I want,” the witch replied coldly, “is payback.”
“Payback for what?!”
“You simple fool,” she replied, “you really haven’t a clue, do you? All the harm you have caused. All the destruction.”
“So you want me and my brother dead, is that it?” Sam questioned.
“Death? No,” she remarked, trailing a hand gently through Dean’s hair and down his neck, “not for the Winchester Brothers. Besides, from what I hear, the two of you don’t stay dead for long. I want something that will last.”
“So you wanted to make me see you desecrate my brother before stealing him away, is that it? Making me live with the knowledge that I am helpless to free him? Is that your plan?”
As she lifted a finger in the air, Sam braced himself to be hit with a spell, but it never came.
“Just a second. Your brother’s tongue is ….” she trailed off, her eyes rolling backward slightly.
Was this bitch seriously getting off while he was attempting to get his brother back from her? Damn it! He would NOT stand for it. Taking the only thing he still had at hand, the flashlight, Sam threw it at her.
Quick as a snake, the witch snatched it out of the air before it struck her.
“Tsk, Tsk,” she chided, crushing it in her hand like flimsy aluminum and tossing it aside. “Sammy, you’re going to want to reign that anger in if you want to get through this next part.”
“And what part is that?” he yelled.
“The part where I let you take your brother home.”
Sam stopped cold.
“What do you mean? I thought you said you wanted to keep him, that you wanted payback?”
“Oh,” she replied, “I do want to keep him. But that’s simply not practical. And I’ll get what’s due, have no doubt about that.”
“Then how?…”
“The answer is simple, Sammy. I lift the spell on your brother and let the two of you leave here and return home. And if you are very good, I’ll even wipe the past few days from his memory. All you have to do is take him.”
“Take him? What do you mean take him? That’s what I’m here to do, take him home.”
“I mean take him, in the biblical sense.”
Is she actually implying that… No… that would be…
Screwing his face up in disgust, Sam replied, “I am NOT fucking my brother.”
Grinning wickedly she said, “You either fuck your brother once by choice and I wipe his memory or I’ll place you on under a spell as well and have the two of you fucking like rabbits for weeks on end. I’ll even film it and put it on the internet for all the world to see. Not to mention you both will remember every moment of it for the rest of your pitiful lives.”
“You wouldn’t dare,” Sam threatened.
“Who’s going to stop me?” the witch laughed. “Your pet angel? Trust me, I have more than a few Enochian spells up my sleeves. I’ll have Castiel licking cum off the floor while Dean grabs a hold of one of his tattered wings and fucks him from behind.
“Or maybe the King of Hell himself will join in the fun. I have a feeling Crowley would be excellent at rimming.”
Sam couldn’t even fathom how this woman knew so much about his and Dean’s personal life. And he wasn’t sure he wanted to know. He was having a hard time wrapping his mind around anything she had told him thus far.
“You…. You…,” Sam stuttered in disbelief, “you can’t expect me to… to… It would be… be incestuous… And I’m not… Dean’s not… We’re not gay… He’s my brother… I wouldn’t even be able to… to…”
“To get it up,” the woman finished for him, flicking a strand of long brown hair away from her oval-shaped face. “Trust me, Sammy, you’ll get it up or I’ll force you to get it up.”
“Please,” Sam begged, “don’t make me do this.”
“I’m not making you do anything,” she answered, “yet…”
“I can’t.”
“Fine,” she said, her eyes going white.
“WAIT!” Sam cried. “Stop. I’ll do it. Alright.”
“You’ll do what Sam?” the witch question. “Tell me. I want to hear it from your lips.”
“I’ll…. I’ll fuck my brother,” Sam said, hanging his head in shame.
“How? You need to be explicit, Sammy.”
“I’ll fuck my brother … in the ass … with my … with my cock.”
Giggling in delight, the woman said, “Wonderful! Now, let’s get down to business. Start by taking off that heinous flannel shirt.”
Reluctantly, Sam began to undo the buttons on his shirt, he didn’t want to be doing this.
This is what you get for letting Dean go off on his own. Now we are both screwed.
“Faster Sammy. Take it all off,” the witch commanded.
Still attempting to postpone the inevitable, Sam took off his shirt and undershirt. Pulling his foot up, he untied the laces on his boots and removed both them and his socks. Next to go were his pants. Until all that was left was Sam standing in his boxer shorts in front of the woman who still had his brother’s face between her legs.
“I said all of it.”
“Please,” Sam pleaded. “Is there any other way?”
“I already gave you your options,” she replied resolutely, “you chose the first one. Now pull those bad boys down, I want to see what you’re working with.”
Squeezing his eyes shut, Sam pulled his underwear off and threw it to the side. He kept his eyes closed, not wanting to see her face. A tear trickled down his cheek. Sniffling, he wiped it away.
“Well,” the witch said, “looks like Dean is in for a treat. That’s a sizable unit you’ve got there and it’s not even erect yet.”
“Please…” he whimpered.
“Hush now. I know you don’t want to do this. But remember, you have to be good or I’ll leave Dean’s memories intact. But I’m not completely without compassion. I’ll walk you through what I want you to do. Just focus on what you’re told to do. Okay?”
Sam couldn’t speak but nodded yes.
“First,” the woman said, “bring your hand down and start rubbing yourself.”
Letting out the breath he’d been holding, Sam relented and followed her direction. Taking his cock in his hand, he started to rub at the base.
Fuck it, it’s starting to respond right away. It’s like it has a mind of its own.
“That’s right, Sammy. Rub your filthy cock. Make it nice and big and hard for me.”
The tears were falling in earnest now. He could feel his dick growing bigger and harder in his hand. And he knew the next part would be the part that would haunt him for the rest of his life.
Maybe the longer I rub it, the shorter I’ll last once I’m actually inside of Dean. Fuck. I’m actually visualizing being inside my brother.
That wasn’t helping.
“Mmmmmm, yes,” the witch muttered, “that’s a nice cock there. It’s going to be real nice buried inside your older brother. Can you imagine how he feels right now? My spell is keeping him perfectly compliant but he is still in there. He is going to feel every inch of that monster fill him up.”
Ignore her Sam, he told himself. She’s only in this to inflict misery. Just get this done and it will be over. Doesn’t matter what Dean is feeling right now, he won’t remember by the time we’re through.
Sam’s cock was hard now, he knew it. The witch probably knew it too but he kept jacking himself off, hoping she’d change her mind.
“That’s enough, Sammy,” she said. “Now it’s time for the main event. Come here.”
The younger Winchester did as he was told, stepping closer to the woman and behind Dean.
For her part, the Witch pushed herself further back on the chaise, bringing Dean up on the couch with her. His face still buried in her snatch and his ass now at the level of Sam’s cock.
“Step up right behind your brother, push his legs apart, and pull the plug out.”
His face contorted in despair, Sam moved around the edge of the couch so he was mere inches away from his brother before placing his hands on the back of Dean’s knees and pushing them apart so he could stand between the legs. Next was the plug. Gripping the edges of the base, Sam pulled. The silver tapered bulb came out easily enough, clearly well lubricated.
“Do it now Sam. Fuck him.”
Drawing a ragged breath, Sam lined his thick cock up with Dean’s opening and pushed. Heat enveloped his penis and he slid all the way into the slippery hole. “Fuck, it’s so tight.”
A muffled groan reached his ears and he looked down at his older brother moaning into the witch’s cunt.
Gripping Dean’s hips, Sam cried as he thrust into his brother over and over again. But with each thrust, he could feel Dean force himself back on Sam’s cock. It was like Dean couldn’t get enough of being impaled on his little brother’s huge dick. And the way that ass felt around him, damn it was sweet. Pleasure was coursing through his large frame, sending shivers up and down his spine.
For her part, the witch too seemed enraptured by pleasure. Dean had his hands on her now and was finger fucking her cunt as he lapped at her clit with his tongue.
“Fuck,” she cried.
Sam stared down at her, trying to imagine it was her he was fucking instead of his brother. Her smooth pale skin, small breasts, and plump lips were right before his eyes. He wanted to touch her. The way she was looking at him made him want to rip that black negligee right off her body.
Moving her hands, she partially fulfilled Sam’s wish by pulling down the top of the garment, exposing her breasts. They were small but perky, the nipples stiff as she fondled herself.
“Damn Sam,” she said breathily, “wish you had gotten here earlier. We could’ve had so much more fun. Not that Dean and I didn’t have fun before you got here. Do you want to know what we did?”
“No,” he replied. He’d stopped crying at this point, having distracted himself by looking at her. But he had a feeling she wasn’t going to take ‘no’ for an answer.
“When I found him, he came like a moth to the flame. Completely unaware of the danger that awaited him. I have had your brother every way possible and a few ways that are more than improbable.”
Shaking his head as he continued to fuck Dean, Sam did not want to hear what she had to say.
“First, I let him fuck me like we were just hooking up. That’s when I placed the spell on him. It starts off slow, so he could still speak and resist, but I was able to force him into compliance. That’s when I made him lick his own cum out of my pussy. Then I fucked him over and over again. You should’ve heard what he said to me then. Called me every name in the book. And every time he did, I hit him until he bled.”
Doubling his efforts, Sam tried to focus on an impending orgasm. Hoping once he had climaxed the witch would let him stop.
“Eventually, Dean stopped yelling me and just started saying ‘no’ over and over again,” the woman continued her tale, pausing every now and then as Dean’s fingers and tongue were distracting her. “Those ‘no’s then devolved into him pleading for me to stop. Oh, it was so sweet. You should’ve been there. He cried so hard, Sam.”
He didn’t want to respond but it was getting harder and harder to ignore her.
“He has such a tight ass, don’t you agree?” The witch asked, clearly wanting him to answer.
“Yes,” Sam replied, wanting to finish soon, thinking of how his brother’s tight ass felt around his cock.
“I think I was his first. You should’ve heard him scream when I fisted him.”
Damn, the younger Winchester thought, this bitch is could give Lucifer a run for his money.
“But by the end, the spell really took effect. I had him saying the most wonderful things like how he wanted me to fuck his filthy whore of a mouth. How he wanted nothing more to be my cum slut forever so he could worship my pussy for eternity. That he lived for my pleasure. That he was nothing more than a hard cock and a wet hole for me to fuck.”
A loud groan escaped the young Winchester’s lips, he was coming. Bucking his hips at a furious pace until he hit his climax like a brick wall. Collapsing on top of Dean, Sam’s cock shuddered as he released his seed into his older brother.
“Done already,” the witch lamented, as she pushed both brothers off the couch and on the floor. “Pity.”
Straightening the straps on her lingerie, she got up and maneuvered over to where the boys lay on the floor. Grabbing Sam from the back of the head, her fingers curling into his long loose hair, she pulled his face up to meet hers.
“You did a good job, Sammy, such a very good job. Did you notice Dean came from the ass fucking you gave him?” she said as she pointed to the small pool of ejaculate on the fabric of the settee. “Makes me wonder what that cock of yours would be like if I took it for a ride.”
“Please, no,” Sam begged. “We had a deal.”
“That’s right. We did,” she remarked, her eyes turning white. “And I never break a deal.”
Sam was surprised when she suddenly pressed her lips against his. Hungrily she kissed him like he had never been kissed before in his entire life. It was almost intoxicating and Sam forgot for a moment what she had just put him through
“One last thing, I should probably tell you: I was lying when I said if you killed me you killed Dean. Just a little white lie, don’t you think. Anyways, take care Samuel,” she said with a smile as she pulled away and let him go. “Dean will be asleep for one hour. I recommend getting him home, cleaned, dressed, and in bed before he wakes up. He won’t remember any of this but he might have some questions if he wakes up naked and with a sore ass.”
“Just an hour!” exclaimed Sam.
“Time’s a-tickin’,” came her reply as she took a few steps back and reached behind her, opening a door out of thin air.
“Who are you?” the questions fell from his lips before his brain even processed what he had said.
“No One,” she answered before stepping through and vanishing altogether.