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Sam walked out of the motel's bathroom with a towel slung low around his hips; beads of water still clinging to his tanned muscular frame, his hair wet and messy, long bangs falling down over his eyes. Hazel eyes met those of the angel before him, his jaw clenched, muscle twitching as he nodded at Castiel. "I want you to do it," he informed the angel.
Castiel sighed and hung his head as he gave it a slight shake. "Sam..." He wasn't comfortable with this. Not comfortable at all, especially not without Dean here.
Sam stepped closer to the angel. "Dammit, Castiel! I deserve it for everything that's happened, now I want you to do it!"
Castiel slowly raised his head, azure blue eyes intent on hazel for a long moment before the angel gave a slight nod. "As you wish."
Sam returned Castiel's nod, before stepping away from him and walking over to the dresser where he had tossed his jeans. Reaching for them, Sam slid the leather belt free of the belt loops, the sound seeming to almost echo in the quiet of the motel room. Turning, belt in hand, Sam walked back over to Castiel and handed it to him. "Here's this," Sam murmured, "What else do you need?"
Castiel slowly lifted his hand and took the belt from Sam, his thumb running over the hard leather. His head bowed somewhat as he looked down at it, shaking his head. "Nothing," he responded, his voice whisper soft.
"Cas, I -" Sam started, but his words and the wind was knocked out of him when he was suddenly thrown up against the wall, face pressed against the cheap motel wallpaper and held there.
With his cheek pressed to the wall, Sam tried to turned his head, tried to move his arms where they lay, bent at the elbow, his palms flat against the wall near his head, but he was unable to move a muscle.
Slowly Castiel walked up behind him and reached out, the angels fingers at Sam's side, as he tugged the towel free, cotton pooling to the floor at Sam's feet.
Sam wasn't ready for the first strike of the belt across his ass. Hard and without remorse, the water that remained on Sam's skin making each strike amplified.
The angel wasn't holding back and it was exactly the way Sam had wanted him to be.
"Again!" Sam growled when there was a lengthy pause.
And again, the belt landed hard across Sam's ass, this time on the opposite side, the sting making Sam grit his teeth and hold his breath before he managed to nod his head. "Don't stop!"
Again Castiel swung the belt, this time hitting the back of Sam's thighs.
Sam's body nearly jumped in response to the feel of the belt hitting the backs of his thighs, and would have if it weren't got the angelic power holding him immobile. His breaths panted out as he turned his head, his forehead pressing against the faded wallpaper.
Without having to be told, Castiel raised his hand and let the belt fly again, hitting Sam's ass and then his thighs in quick succession.
The skin of Sam's ass and legs quickly turned from their normal tanned hue to bright red from the beating he was taking. The sting had died away to become a throb that ached even when the belt wasn't landing on his flesh.
Castiel changed the position of the belt, no longer striking Sam's ass and thighs but his back now, long red slashes criss-crossing lines began to show across what had been tanned, perfect skin.
Sam's breaths panted out as he tilted his head back, his eyes squeezing tightly closed, his teeth clenched tightly together. His nostrils flared as he bit back the scream of pain that was on the tip of his tongue. Tears wet his long dark lashes, but he never told the angel to stop. He wanted more, believed that he deserved more, needed more. Through the pain, Sam heard the motel room door open and slam closed.
"What the hell are you doing!?"
Dean's voice.
Confused.
Angry.
Panicked maybe.
And something else.
Sam frowned as he lowered his head slowly, trying to get his breathing right, his voice to work without sounding pained. "I wanted him to, Dean.... I need it." Sam told his brother breathlessly, swallowing hard as he lifted his head marginally and rolled his suddenly too hot forehead against the cool wallpaper.
"Sonofa..." Dean growled out between clenched teeth. "Like hell you do!"
In an instant Dean was at Sam's side. Lifting one hand, he used a single finger under Sam's chin to move Sam's line of sight to him as he tilted Sam's head back and allowed his own verdant eyes to search Sam's features, looking him over.
"I know what you need, Sammy," Dean murmured softly and shook his head, "And this sure as hell isn't it." Dean glanced over at the angel as he slowly pulled his hand away from Sam's face. "Neither of you move," Dean commanded as he took a step away from Sam. "I'll be right back, just lemme get something out of the car," he mumbled as he hurried to and out the door.
Castiel watched as Dean walked out the door. He heaved a heavy sigh as his eyes lowered to the floor momentarily before lifting as he slowly looked toward Sam. Crossing the distance that separated them, the angel reached a hand out and laid it gently on Sam's back as he spoke. "I'm sorry, Sam, I didn't mean to-"
Sam hissed in a breath of pain at the angel's touch. He shook his head as he clenched teeth against the pain. He was silent a moment as he struggled to not cry out with the pain. "No, I wanted," he painted softly and quickly bit his bottom lip, sucking it into his mouth and holding it for a long minute before letting go, and exhaling. "I wanted you to."
The motel door opened and Dean hurried inside, a small black duffel bag in his hands. He sat the bag down on the table as his eyes lifted to his brother's red striped back and the angel standing near him, touching him.
"Don't fucking touch him!" Dean snapped at Castiel as he hurriedly made his way over to Sam. "Let him go." Dean wrapped an arm around Sam's waist just as Castiel released Sam from his hold.
Sam's legs nearly bucking as soon as the angel released him, only Dean's arm around him kept him from hitting the floor. His brother's sturdy stance held them both up. It was the same as it always was, muscles or not, Dean had always been the stronger one of the two of them.
"Come on, Sammy, let's get you to the bed," Dean murmured gently.
Dean half led, and half dragged Sam over to the bed, helping him to lay down on his side so Dean could get a good look at the marks on his back. They weren't bad really. As a matter of fact, they would likely be gone in a few days. The skin was broken on a few of them, but not much and not many. Definitely wasn't anything that would leave scars. Dean let out a breath as he pulled up to his full height and started to shrug out of his over shirt, glancing at the angel who stood at the other side of the bed, watching them.
"Strip," Dean instructed the angel with a nod of his head and a pointed lift of his brows.
Castiel looked up at Dean, his face expressionless though he had yet to do what he'd been told.
Dean nodded to Castiel as he reached for the hem of his tee and pulled his shirt up and over his head, tossing it aside, even as he toed off his boots. "If you're gonna help with this," Dean murmured with a nod toward Castiel, "Strip." His hands moved to the button and zipper fly of his jeans and deftly unfastened them in no time flat.
Sam rolled over, onto his back and groaned softly with the pain that shot through it do to the whip marks left there by the belt that Castiel had been using. He looked from his half naked brother to the angel who was in the process of shrugging out of off his trench-coat and back to Dean. "Wha - What?" he stammered somewhat huskily and frowned, licked his lips before swallowing hard.
Hearing Sam trip over his words, Dean looked down at his brother. "You wanted to be punished, Sam?" Dean nodded to his own question. "Well, I'm gonna punish you," he explained, "But we're gonna do it my way. Not like that." He jutted his chin toward the wall Sam had been plastered up against.
Sam glanced toward the wall and back at his brother as Dean slid his jeans down his legs. Raising up on his elbows, he frowned as he watched Dean step out of his jeans. "What are you doing?" He quickly yanked the covers up over his own nakedness as if just realizing his own state of undress as he frowned again at Dean.
Castiel tossing his trench across the foot of the bed, caught Sam's attention and he looked over at the angel with wide eyes as Castiel started to loosen his tie and pull it off over his head.
Looking back at Dean, Sam slowly backed away from both of them, which wasn't easy since one was on one side of the bed and the other on it's opposite side. For lack of anywhere else to run, Sam started for the head of the bed, crab crawling nearly up the wall. "What are you two gonna do?"
Dean's hard verdant gaze met Sam's slightly slanted uneasy hazel ones. "Punish you the right way."