The first time Dean sees a dead body he think it looks peaceful, sleeping. Almost beautiful if it wasn’t an old lady with mold covering most of her body and a horrible sweet smell that reaches his nose before the thought could fully take root in his head. He was barely 10 a horrible age for these thoughts to run wild around him. The sick jolt he got the second time he saw one, the rot barley had taken over the face. No bugs or mites were trying to tear him apart. Still beautiful. He couldn’t tear his eyes away.
At that age he didn’t know what he was doing—what he wanted was wrong. All dean knew was that he wanted. A body can’t get up and leave him for weeks at a time.
This he doesn’t realize until he gets older. Images that bang around his skull of corpses broken, bloody and sometimes rotting so bad he could see the bones poking through. The smell….. Dean had gotten used to. He found it almost comforting. Hot and heavy, it would come up and surround him in a way nothing ever has before.
He was around 16 and a teenage ghost had been haunted her family. Dean had been the one to volunteer for the salt and burn like he always did. When he cracked the coffin open, saw her lying there completely still. Only months worth of decay and drying around her features, her brunette hair still feathered around her shoulders. He barely resisted the urge to crawl down into her ground with her, feel the stiffness with his own hands.
When John asks him what took so long he glances quickly down to his hands, wiping them in jeans hoping it doesn’t leave white marks.
Sometimes he looks at Sam while he’s sleeping. How his hair fans the pillow while his breath is even and light. Dean thinks he looks so beautiful, so peaceful. But a tiny, sick part of him wonders what he would like surrounded by white silk. Right hand over the left on his lap, in a permanent grey suit. If his cold body would bring him more comfort than the warm.
Characters: Castiel (Supernatural), Meg Masters, Dean Winchester, Alastair (Supernatural), Benny Lafitte, Sam Winchester, Ben Braeden
Additional Tags: Cameos, Hell, Dark Dean Winchester, Purgatory, Mind Meld, Psychic Abilities, Holly Poly, 2017-2018, Dean Winchester Has Powers, Apprentice Dean Winchester
Words: 1,230
Summary: Dean learns the meaning of power, and how seductive it can be.
Thinking about Dean seeing Sam doing things that are "motherly" and it sends a wave of possessiveness and need. When they have Jack and Sam treats him sweetly and reassures him (even though Dean doesn't really care about the kid) trying to relate and help him and all Dean can think is how much he wants to get his baby brother pregnant. It's impossible he knows this unless... No he can't do that. Can't use magic against his sweet baby brother but... It wouldn't be the first time he bypassed his bodily autonomy. So maybe he goes out on a "hunt" alone and maybe he meets a witch who maybe gives him something he can put in Sammy's food that makes it possible. Their sexual relationship is quite new only reaching the breaking point when they got the bunker hating to sleep in separate rooms and finding out separate beds also weren't their thing. It ended up with Sam on his back legs spread and tears in his eyes and Dean wanted him to cry his way through sex as teased about before.
So Dean did sneaking little bits of the potion in his portion of dinner and sneaking it into his green shakes before his runs and he fucked him raw same as before. Then one day Dean found Sam hugging the toilet as he groaned and his body lit up.
I made this for an edit but now it's giving me so many dark!dean thoughts 🥲
I'm picturing dean saying this to john, and by 'every one of you' he means whichever other hunters think sam needs to be hunted because of his demon blood/powers/boyking destiny. dean going on a murderous rampage for sam while keeping him in the dark yes I love it
Aww heck yeah! And I like the idea of John saying something that isn't all that provacative, he's just saying something like 'I'm worried about Sam, these visions he keeps having-' and Dean just pounces.
Or! Dean hobbles out of the hospital bunk after John tells him he'll have to save Sam or kill him. He follows John down the corridor to his room and tells him 'I'll kill you and every one else first'. And then he makes good on that promise.
Like! Why! Wasn't there blood and gore when John died? Was Azazel just being nice? Did he not have any hounds to spare? Was hospital security too tight for the hounds to get in?
Supernatural’s 30th episode is an important one in the lore of the show, introducing the ideas of hellhounds, demonic deals, and humans being dragged to hell. Moreover it reveals where John ended up after his own deal with Azazel in 2x01 In My Time of Dying: on a torturer’s rack in hell. Or rather, a crossroads demon tells Dean where it wants him to believe John is. The veracity of the demon’s claim is never substantiated, but more on that later.
After a handful of frankly pretty dull episodes, 2x08 Crossroad Blues stands out for a number of reasons. Other than the new story elements mentioned above, it tells a solid story which progresses the plot of series two, reveals more of the depths of Dean’s despair than the ‘Dark Dean Arc’ from 2x02 to 2x04, and it is based on American folklore rather than European myths and legends. Not only is it American folklore, but it is black Americans’ folklore. As discussed in 1x08 Bugs and 1x19 Provenance for example, there is nothing whatsoever inherently wrong, prejudiced, or discriminatory about a story focusing on characters from one demographic, but given the show is supposed to be American horror taking place in America in the early 21st century and based on American folklore, one often wonders why there is so little from First Nations peoples’ myths and legends, and why black American folklore is in absentia.
A lot of people would cite racism as the reason, but rather than active hateful racism, ignorance and an aversion to risk-taking seem satisfactory explanations to me. European fairy tales, folklore, legends, and myths are embedded in Anglophone cultures in a way that other ones simply are not. Executives do not like taking risks, and the writers did not have all the time in the world to research monsters and creatures from cultures foreign to them well enough to write about them in a way which would not offend people. They could not even research European lore properly: Loki is not Odin’s son, but rather his blood-brother: ‘samhain’ is pronounced ‘sowen’ and is a festival, not a demonic entity, and ‘vanir’ describes a Norse deity about as well as calling me European describes me. The cultural imperialism and Abrahamic chauvinism is on full display in 5x20 Hammer of the Gods, and this applies to European deities as well as African and Indian. The few occasions they ventured out into African, Indian, or Asian deities and creatures, they butchered them, and more often than not they butchered European ones, too.
Enough rambling: this episode includes actual American folklore from a marginalised demographic. Or rather, about a marginalised demographic: whether or not the real Robert Johnson performed a hoodoo ritual or what, the Mephisto-like deal could well be apocryphal additions from a European tradition. The real Robert Johnson made no claim to having made any deal or having performed a ritual to summon a devil and exchange his soul for musical talent:
"If you want to learn how to make songs yourself, you take your guitar and you go to where the road crosses that way, where a crossroads is. Get there, be sure to get there just a little 'fore 12 that night so you know you'll be there. You have your guitar and be playing a piece there by yourself...A big black man will walk up there and take your guitar and he'll tune it. And then he'll play a piece and hand it back to you. That's the way I learned to play anything I want."
From 'Tommy Johnson' by David Evans (London: Studio Vista, 1971) . Quote from Luckymojo.com
People from a mainstream western Christian background will probably find practices such as hoodoo and voodoo ominous and sinister, but as an atheist with friends who are buddhist, ásatru, chaos witch, and whatever else, I can attest that most of it is no weirder than rituals practised in a church.
Think about it: believers convene in a sacred place before a deity’s altar, listen to a wise man recite some meaningful words, invoke the deity’s help, protection, guidance, and wisdom through formulaic chants (perhaps whilst holding the deity’s symbol or fetish), then partake of ritual food and drink. If one among them is ailing in body or spirit, the other believers will invoke divine forces through ritual to aid their fellow believer.
Anyway, the tale is that Robert Johnson suddenly gained extraordinary guitar-playing skills overnight after ‘selling his soul’ to a ‘devil’ at a crossroads in 1930. Eight years later, he dropped dead of unknown causes (explanations include Marfan syndrome and syphilis), whence come the stories of having sold his soul to Satan. Supernatural ran with this idea, and it became a cornerstone of the show’s own mythology for the next 14 years. According to the show, he made a deal with a crossroads demon in 1930 to become a talented musician in exchange for his soul, and the deal came due in 1938, whereupon he died muttering about ‘black dogs’.
People who have already watched the show will notice a few things strange about the cold open where Robert is supposedly killed by hellhounds: his deal came due in eight years, not the usual ten, and there was no apparent physical harm done to his body by canine claws and teeth. In fact, his death looks more like poisoning or a horrific seizure morphing into something else: even in this episode, hellhounds are shown to inflict physical violence on their prey. This raises the question of whether or not Robert in the show actually did make any kind of deal at all, whether the standard deal was for eight years in the 1930s, or whether the hellhounds worked differently back then. Curious also is the focus on the woman’s gold crucifix before Robert dies.
Whatever the case, similar deaths grab Dean and Sam’s attention whilst they are looking for more work in a café. As if to prove my earlier statement about butchering European lore, Sam uses Fenrir as an example of a hellhound or a ‘spectral spirit’, whereupon my palm collided with my brow in a gesture of exasperation: Fenris is more like a direwolf of divine proportions, and he is one of Loki’s children with Angrbodha. The coin-shith (Dogs of the Otherworld) from Scots Gaelic folklore, the Cŵn Annwn (Dogs of Antumnos/the Otherworld), or Kerberos/Cerberus would be a better example of hellhounds. Regardless, Dean’s comment that ‘[Fenrir] could hump the crap outta your left’ is hilarious because it is true, and definitely deserved a laugh.
What did not deserve a laugh was Dean not knowing what MySpace was, because that was clearly Sera Gamble insisting Dean is computer illiterate. The same man who at this point is a 27 year old in 2006 who has been researching demons on the internet for YEARS. My eyes hurt from rolling. Dean has no friends so has no real use for social media like Facebook, Bebo, Myspace, or whatever, but not knowing? I know what TikTok is and I have no interest in using the damn platform.
Speaking of laughs, Sam is in his usual Dean-is-a-stupid-embarrassment mode right at the beginning of the episode as he chastises Dean’s blasé attitude towards his own criminal record. You know, the criminal record Sam is responsible for after he had the shapeshifter’s murders pinned on Dean in 1x06 Skin, which Sam smirked at him for. That criminal record. If his ‘criminal record’ was ‘not funny’ because it ‘makes our job harder’, perhaps Sam could have prevented his friend scapegoating Dean in that episode. And as for Sam’s comment about ‘demonic pitbulls’: why pitbulls, Sam? What did pitbulls ever do to you? Bad dogs do not exist, just bad owners.
The report of an architect who apparently died by suicide after making comments about ‘black dogs’ leads Dean and the Hairy One to said engineer’s work partner, played by the same actor who played Dean’s childhood hero Gunnar (the Scandiwegian version of Günther) the wrestler about ten years later. Their discussion reveals that the dead architect (named Seán Boyd) suddenly became a master in his field ten years earlier, which leads Dean to enquire at the vets about reports of black dogs over the last few months. This in turn leads them to somebody named Silvia (or rather her neighbour) who claims to have reported black dogs before going missing. Like Seán, Silvia had become a master in her field a decade earlier and risen to become the youngest chief surgeon at her hospital. This happened shortly after she visited a place called Lloyd’s Bar, which really is more of a shack than a pub.
Outside the shack is a crossroads, and here Dean reveals that his passive knowledge of magic, witchcraft, and the otherworld is extensive: he recognises the yarrow plant (presumably unusual in Mississippi but hardly noteworthy in Finland) which is used in summoning, he knows the significance of crossroads, and knows without hesitating exactly where the box would be buried: right in the centre. Given John’s recent expiration, it is possible to conclude Dean may well have undergone recent research of his own into demonic deals to help him understand what happened, or even to try to summon a demon himself, as he wastes no time in doing later in the episode. As has been well-established at this point, Dean suffers both survivor’s guilt and suicidal ideations, first made clear in 1x12 Faith. Add to that the bereavement of his (abusive) father, and you have a perfect storm for Dean wanting to trade his soul for somebody else.
Dean’s willingness to do just this is made explicit at the end of the episode: Dean’s refusal to answer Sam’s question about whether or not Dean considered making a deal to save John was answer enough, and turning the music up confirmed it. I have seen more than one person call Dean a hypocrite for his attitudes to demonic deals and trading one’s life to save another, when he is so ‘willing’ to do it himself, and indeed does do so in 2x22 All Hell Breaks Loose Pat 2. However, criticism like this gives me flashbacks to that whole ‘Dean never wipes his arse’ and ‘Dean is a paedophile’ nonsense which apparently passes as analysis.
As with people wondering ‘how can John know about demons etc in The Winchesters when in Supernatural we’re told John didn’t know about that stuff until after Mary’s death’, I am stupified by the apparent lack of cognitive capabilities of some people. The slightest bit of understanding of the human condition mixed with a little empathy is all you need to know why Dean thinks and does what he does.
After John’s death, he is the one left behind to deal with the loss and knowledge of John’s sacrifice. After Sam’s death, Dean is the one bereaved by untimely death: his conditioning to be his brother’s keeper, to sacrifice himself for Sam’s well-being, and his suicidal ideations and survivor’s guilt make his decision in 2x22 completely understandable. It was the natural end result of his being groomed for almost three decades to look out for Sammy.
But Dean’s anger at others for making demonic deals – especially to resurrect or save loved ones – is not applied to himself in the same way because Dean does not classify himself in the same manner he does other people. Since 1x12 Faith, Dean has believed he deserves to be dead and that his being alive is a problem which needs redress. The gay teacher (whose heart Dean still has) and Layla died while Dean lived. Dean sees himself as the person who has been resurrected and left to live with the loss of other people (whom be believes to be inherently better than him): his life is worthless, so it means nothing to him to throw it away to save others. It is not even his to begin with. Paula R Stiles wrote something similar:
Others in the show get angry with Dean and call him a hypocrite for saying deal-making is bad, but Dean doesn’t see it that way. For one thing, he feels his deal was a very bad idea (even if he doesn’t regret the result). For another, he doesn’t count himself as highly as others, so he doesn’t see his trading his soul as such a terrible thing as it would be for a “normal” human. He feels that he would be dead, were it not for John’s deal, so he is only balancing the scales (an idea the Crossroad Demon fosters in “Crossroad Blues”).
Even as late as season six, Death’s assertion that he only created further chaos with his deal is puzzling to Dean. Why would his deal be so bad? How is he different from the little girl in “Appointment in Samarra“? Shouldn’t he be dead, too? Shouldn’t he be in Hell? How is that not rebalancing the scales? The fact that it’s not remains an issue that the show continues to dance around rather than address head-on. It is a central issue for Dean – what about him requires that he live while others die, go to Heaven while others are damned, prevail while others fall? That quality remains obscure to him and partly to us.
This is also not the last time Dean will have to lose somebody because of a demon deal. Pay attention to what Dean says while talking to Evan, and then think of Dean on the floor after Cas’s death in 15x18 The Truth.
This scene at the crossroads is intercut with Silvia (the doctor) hiding in a motel room and acting like somebody having serious withdrawal symptoms, and the scene ends with a hellhound breaking in through the window and presumably killing her. Given what happens to Dean in 3x16 No Rest for the Wicked, we can assume her death was savage and brutal. The same is presumably true of every person who makes a demonic deal, though it is never explicitly stated.
The fate of these people is also to be tortured ad infinitum unless they agree to become the torturer, and thereby become demons themselves. Ruby will reveal this to Dean in 3x09 Malleus Maleficarum. This is a significant departure from Abrahamic lore wherein demons have nothing to do with human souls being tortured. That said, the beliefs of many modern Christians and even the general public conception of what Christians believe has been profoundly influenced by John Milton’s Paradise Lost to such a degree that most people do not seem to know which is which. People know the story of Lucifer’s rebellion and fall from grace (which Supernatural will adopt into its lore), but how many people actually know that is not a biblical story? That is taken from Paradise Lost, but it has almost become an accepted part of many Christians’ cosmology.
Discovering the box of sinister-sounding spell components in the middle of the crossroads leads Dean and Sam to investigate the bar, and takes them to a middle-aged black man named George. The scene introduces the idea of goofer dust to keep hellhounds at bay, an idea which will be completely abandoned until episode 8x14 Trial and Error, after which it will vanish completely from Supernatural. The goofer dust might have been useful some time during series three, but whatever, Show. You do you.
George is exhausted and waiting to die. He summoned the crossroads demon a decade earlier outside Lloyd’s Bar to make a trade for artistic talent, but he neglected to ask for fame (like the figure in Greek mythology who gained eternal life but not eternal youth, and was doomed to age and wither away forever). As such, George is poor, lonely, and unknown. He is about to go to Hell and has only himself to blame. A rational but unfair assessment, but he seems to believe he deserves nothing less, blaming himself as he does for the others in Lloyd’s Bar making deals of their own and damning themselves to Hell in the process. This being the case, he is tired of the guilt and wants to die.
One would almost think the writers planned this in advance, so much does George sound like Dean. Dean himself will utter similar sentiments in 2x09 Croatoan, but coming from Dean’s mouth they sound more suicidal than fatalistic. Dean’s callous attitude towards him at the start of their encounter ( [You’re in trouble] that you got yourself into.) is indeed harsh and insensitive to a man about to die, but even more so when considering how Dean almost definitely tells himself similar things: you deserve to die because you couldn’t save John, or Layla, or the gay teacher. They all died for you, but you don’t deserve it. Bear that in mind in series three.
Bear in mind also that George and Evan are John mirrors in this episode, especially Evan, and Dean’s anger at them is also anger at John. His judgementalism and aversion to helping them perhaps says a lot about his feelings towards John. Dean’s anger is little alleviated by learning Evan traded his soul to save his wife who was dying of terminal cancer, though Jensen’s facial expressions suggest understanding and empathy for Evan’s plight. He ‘I think you [saved her] for yourself so you wouldn’t have to live without her. Well guess what? She has to live without you, now.’
The episode also makes it clear that Dean would have seriously considered trading his soul for John, but I do not see any real conflict here: both of those things can exist in one person at the same time. We will just hurry past the fact the show has paralleled Dean and John with a romantic couple once again and skip to the scene with the crossroads demon.
But before that, note that Sam is reactive and rather passive in this episode. The demon in 1x04 Phantom Traveler said that Jess was in Hell, and here Sam is presented with an opportunity to bring her back, but if the notion even crossed his mind, he made no mention of it whatsoever. Given the chance, I cannot say I would reject the opportunity to switch places with a friend who died almost six years ago, but Sam’s possibly-pregnant-almost-fiancé died little over a year ago and he has apparently forgotten her.
In her discussion of this episode, Paula R. Stiles called Sam predictable and Dean the opposite. Her reasoning is that Sam follows a moral code placed on him by other people, whereas Dean mostly follows his own unpredictable moral code. Sam will do what other peoples’ moral code tell s him is the right thing to do, and if he has to bend or break the code, he will justify it by referring to the moral code, e.g. doing something for the greater good. Somebody in his position would predictably reject selling his soul to bring back the dead because ‘it’s wrong’, but Dean has his own sense of right and wrong. Of course at the beginning of the show he often followed John’s orders and codes, but John himself subjected Dean to two conflicting directives: ‘kill Sam if he goes dark’, and ‘look out for Sammy’. He has to work things out for himself here and has no outward code of conduct to guide him. Consequently, one can never tell what Dean is going to do, but one can tell that Dean is unpredictable. ...Or at least he was until the writers kept making him repeat storylines, but that is a discussion for another time.
The scene with the crossroads demon is a fitting example of how Dean does not do the predictable thing. He goes to trap the crossroads demon (or so he says) to get it to call the hounds off Evan, but whether or not this is all a means to an end is left to the viewer to decide. I do not believe Dean would have callously let Evan die regardless of how much he thought he deserved it, but as angry as Dean is at John, John is still one of the people Dean has been groomed into sacrificing himself for. After Dean’s first attempt at ensnaring the demon in a devil’s trap fails, it almost instantly switches from discussing Evan to discussing John.
Demons in the Superverse are generally stupid, including Crowley who started off intelligent, but the more besotted with Dean he became the longer he spent on the show, the dumber he got until eventually he was barely distinguishable from any other demon. However, they do talk and know things as the crossroads demon itself reveals when it first appears to Dean and recognises him and his name. Whether it guessed the ‘real’ reason for Dean’s summoning it, or was gifted with especial perception, it hit very close to the mark in offering Dean ten years with John in exchange for Dean’s soul.
As for the desperation to win Dean’s soul, he is one of the seals on Lucifer’s prison. ‘A righteous man shedding blood in Hell’ or something to that effect if the first in a series of events which must occur, and Lilith wants Dean to be that righteous man.
Why precisely it need be a Winchester rather than any other righteous man (remember ‘man’ used to mean exclusively ‘adult human’ or ‘human in general’, so it could have been a righteous woman or child) is a twofold issue: Lucifer and Michael need to have their apocalyptic showdown, and Dean and Sam are the vessels they need in order to have their battle. Angels have been manipulating the Winchesters’ and Campbells’ bloodlines for generations in order to bring Dean and Sam into being for their purposes. The angels know what has to happen, and are perfectly content to let the demons do what they are doing as long as it serves Michael’s purpose of bringing about Armageddon.
Perhaps the demon deals are Team Lucifer’s way of trying to find the righteous man to spill blood in Hell. This does of course swell the demons’ ranks, but the senior angels want the final battle between Heaven and Hell to apocalyptic: apocalypse means ‘the revelation’, as in the revelation of God, and they want God to come back. The more demons there are to kill, the more destruction the angels get to wreak.
The other issue is that God is writing this story to try to work through his own issues with his ‘sister’ Amara. God is driving these events, and the story is not about Dean and Sam at all, nor even Michael and Lucifer. It is about God and Amara, or Creation and Destruction, Order and Chaos, Light and Dark. Supernatural is not ‘about the brothers’, and it never was. It was therapy for a God. All Dean and Sam were was tools, ‘vessels’ for God to relive his past trauma to try to make them have a better ending. The entirety of series fifteen is the characters dealing with this truth and trying to break free of God’s control.
Apropos Lucifer, only Supernatural could take such a character as the source of all evil and strip him of all presence and threat to the point where he is a mere nuisance, irritation, and vexation. When one hears that Lucifer is going to be on a television show, one’s reaction should not be Not THAT guy again!
Returning to the crossroads demon in question, it is indeed stupid and allows itself to get caught instead of being extra cautious. ‘Once bitten, twice shy’ does not apply to demons in this show: they all have to be snarky bad-asses whose barks are bigger than their bites. After Dean had almost tricked it into being trapped in the car, it should have thought twice before following him under the water tower, but whatever. It was smart of Dean to feint the demon as he did.
It is never made clear whether or not the demon was telling the truth about John’s torture. He almost definitely was tortured, but was he still being tortured when the demon spoke to Dean? Later in the show, the viewer will find out that Dean was tortured for thirty years in Hell, after which his strength broke and he became the torturer for ten years. If the four Earth months Dean was dead equated to four decades in Hell, John has been in Hell for a similar length of time at this point in the show. Sure we are told that John held out for a century of torture, whereas weak little Dean broke after thirty years. We are told that, but we are never shown any evidence that this is the truth.
Unless I am mistaken, it was Alistair who told Dean this in 4x16 On the Head of a Pin, and he did so to hurt Dean. Either John did hold out for a century (unlikely), or he picked up the torturer’s blade the same as Dean and all the demons did. In fact, the demons’ attempts to trade Dean’s soul for John’s (presumably with Lilith’s approval) suggests John might indeed have been snapped early and revealed himself to not be the righteous man. Surely a man who withstood torture in Hell for a century would seem like a righteous man indeed, at which point Lilith et al should have doubled down on their efforts to get him to snap.
Alas, this is all speculation, and the show will never give us clarity on this. Dean, however, seems to completely believe the crossroad demon’s tale that John is still being tortured. During the scene itself we can be forgiven for believing he is pretending in order to lure her into a trap, but even after having watched it several times I am unsure as to how to interpret dean’s behaviour in the scene. Maybe that was the point of Jensen’s acting choices.
The demon eventually agrees to release Evan from his contract in exchange for its own freedom, and seals the deal by noisily pressing the opening of its vessel’s gastric tract against Dean’s without his consent. ‘I like to be warned before I’m violated with demon tongue’ is Dean’s response afterwards, which induces shudders when remembering all the other times Dean has made references to being ‘violated’, or indeed shown being violated as in 1x20 Dead Man’s Blood.
But as stated above, Dean’s refusal to answer Sam’s question about whether or not Dean seriously considered the trade is all the answer I need. The ‘Dark Dean Arc’ might be over, but ‘Dark Dean’ is just getting started.
A painting study of a very dark version of Dean Winchester. I’ve always wondered how the show would have been different if it had been on something like HBO or AMC. I love the original of course, but I can’t help but wonder....
Pairings: Sam Winchester x reader, Dean Winchester x reader, mentions of Lisa Braden x Dean
Summary: This is an SPN AU and will also turn dark in later chapters. Sam Winchester is a hot new lawyer making a name for himself and looking to make partner at his firm by the end of the year. It’s all work and no play for Sam and Y/n as Sam puts in all that overtime at the office and Y/n is stuck home alone. All of that changes when Sam’s mechanic brother, Dean, needs a place to crash as he tries to get back on his feet after his wife Lisa kicked him out.
Warnings: Cheating, smut, dirty talk, dub-con/non-con, rough sex, p in the v, fingering
Count: 3,800
A/N: Dean is definitely not a good brother in this one,in fact he is the worst. A big thank you to @negans-lucille-tblr for being my beta!
Guilt was eating at you. You were miserable and to make matters worse you couldn’t seem to get away from Dean. He was always around the house, always looking at you; always a temptation. So, you did the only thing you could think of- you spent as much time avoiding him as you could. If he walked into a room, you walked out. You even spent an entire Saturday holed up in your room while Sam was at work, but that only lasted a few hours before Dean came looking for you. You had lied and told him you were sick. He looked like he didn’t believe you but luckily he hadn’t pushed the issue.
If he came in the front door, you went out the back. You went shopping, visited with friends, saw family you hadn’t spent time with in ages. Anytime you thought you might be alone with Dean you left the house. However, you were quickly wearing out your welcome among your friends and family. There were only so many times you could “pop in unannounced” on your friends. You needed to do something to keep avoiding Dean until he moved out, whenever that would be; what was supposed to be a week had turned into two months and counting.
You were in the kitchen cooking dinner, Sam was supposed to be home early tonight and you hoped like hell he made it because you had nowhere else you could go for the evening and Dean would be getting home from the garage any minute now. Just as that thought crossed your mind you heard the back door open and close and the sound of heavy boots on the hardwood floor let you know it was Dean.
“Well look who decided to stay home tonight.” You could hear the annoyance in his voice and you barely glanced over your shoulder to see Dean leaning against the door frame to the kitchen, his thick arms crossed over his broad chest.
“Sam will be home soon, ” you said as you stirred your pot of spaghetti, reminding Dean and yourself that you were in fact still married to his brother.
“You sure about that, baby?” He chuckled as he pushed off the door frame and made his way closer to you. Your body automatically stiffened at the pet name and the scuff of his boots on the floor as he approached.
“Yes, I am.” You tried to sound confident, hiding the quiver in your voice at having Dean so close to you. “He promised.”
“Wouldn’t be the first time he broke a promise to you, won’t be the last either.” His deep voice was a whisper against your ear as he pressed his body against yours, his large hands gripping at your hips. You tried to squirm away from him, dropping the spoon you were using to stir as you gripped the countertop and tried to resist his tug. But those big strong hands were quick to grip your upper arms and yank you back hard to his body making your grip on the marble slip. “You’ve been a bad girl,” Dean growled against the curve of your neck, “dodging me, trying to hide from me, running like a scared little rabbit.” He laughed then as he felt you shiver against him.
“S-Sam will b-be home any m-minute.” You stumbled over your words as fear and arousal blended together into something you had never felt before; something so intense it made your knees weak.
“Oh yeah?” You could hear the smirk in his voice. “Ya sure he isn’t gonna call and give you a sob story about having to work late again?” Dean let go of his grip on one of your arms, using that hand to brush your hair over your shoulder and away from your neck. His hot breath caused goosebumps to rise over your skin as his lips hovered inches about your pulse point. “You really think he’s working hard baby or ya think maybe he’s fucking his secretary? I mean, you're fucking around on him maybe he’s dipping his dick in some new pussy.”
You knew what he was playing at and it wasn’t going to work. Anger quickly replaced the arousal that came with the feel of Dean’s body pressed against yours. “Fuck you.” You spat the words as you jerked free from his grip and spun around to look him in the eye.
Dean’s jade eyes narrowed and his jaw clenched as he stared down at you but the sound of the front door opening and closing quickly drew his attention as well as your own. He shot you one more glare before stepping away from you and heading to the refrigerator just as Sam entered the kitchen.
“Hey babe.” Sam smiled as he tossed his briefcase down onto the bar before throwing his suit jacket over the back of a barstool and moving to kiss your lips softly in greeting.
“Hi, sweetie.” You tried to hide the tremor in your voice, your nerves still on edge from your brief encounter with Dean. “Dinner is almost ready.”
“Great, I’m starving.” Sam kissed your cheek before looking over at his brother. “Toss me one.” He nodded towards the beer bottle in Dean’s hand.
Dean jerked the refrigerator door open once more and grabbed another frosty bottle, throwing it gently over to Sam who caught it easily in one large hand.
Sam popped open the bottle and brought it to his lips, sighing as he savored the cold brew. “Wow, that’s good.” He held the beer out in front of him and squinted his eyes. “I guess the refrigerator finally decided to start working right again. I haven’t had an ice cold beer in a while.” He chuckled and took another drink.
“You were supposed to look at the refrigerator months ago.” You huffed as you turned back to the stovetop.
“It was the thermostat.” Dean finally spoke after being silent since Sam had gotten home. “I fixed it yesterday.”
“Oh wow, thanks dude.” Sam smiled. “I appreciate that. I just haven’t had time to really look at it.”
“No problem.” Dean gave a shrug of his shoulders. “I also fixed the garbage disposal and fixed the short in the light in the hallway.”
“Damn, you’ve been busy.” Sam chuckled.
“Well, I’ve had a lot of free time on my hands lately.”
You dared to sneak a glance at Dean and found those moss green eyes staring right at you.
“I really do appreciate it. I know I have let a lot of things go around here.” Sam moved to clap his brother on the shoulder before slipping his arm around his shoulders and leading him toward the dining room.
“It’s okay little brother, don’t worry 'bout a thing. I’ll take care of everything here at home.” You jumped as you felt Dean’s fingertips graze across your ass as he walked past you.
Dinner was ready and the three of you sat down at the table to eat. Conversation was flowing between Dean and Sam and you and Sam but you didn’t speak to Dean and he didn’t speak to you.
“So, what did you do today sweetie?” Sam smiled before lifting another fork full of pasta to his mouth.
“Well, I wanted to talk to you about that babe.” You set your fork down on your plate and placed your hands in your lap as you looked over at your husband. Sam raised his eyebrows and waited for you to continue. “I’ve been thinking, I want to get a job.”
Sam’s eyes grew wide and he laid his own fork down, reaching for his glass of wine. “Why would you want to do that? I thought we decided that once I got established you wouldn’t have to work anymore.”
“I know that’s what we talked about before,” You smiled warmly at Sam, “and I appreciate the fact that I don’t have to work but I don’t know, I’m restless at home. I want to do something.” ‘And I need to get away from your brother’ you added in your head.
“You should let Sammy take care of you.” Dean threw in his two cents. “I think you worked plenty hard putting him through school. It’s time you get to take it easy.” Dean raised his beer bottle in salute to you before bringing it to his lips.
“Law school wasn’t exactly taking it easy.” Sam gave his brother his best bitch face. “And if Y/n wants to get a part time job then she can. She doesn’t need my permission or yours.”
Dean gave a roll of his eyes and a shrug of his shoulders before turning his eyes to you. The look he gave you said he knew exactly what you were trying to do and he was not happy.
“If that’s what you want to do honey, then that’s fine with me.” Sam reached out for you and you slid your hand into his, smiling as he gave it a squeeze. “Where do you think you might apply?” He asked as he dropped your hand and went back to his meal.
“Oh, I’m not sure yet.” Your smile fell from your face, you hadn’t thought that far ahead. “I’m sure I’ll be able to find something as a receptionist or maybe a cashier.”
“Hey Dean, didn’t you tell me you were looking for someone to help with the phones and the invoicing down at the garage?” Sam looked up at his brother before shoving another bite into his mouth.
Dean’s eyes lit up and a sly grin curled his full lips. “Yeah, yeah I was.” He looked at you and the look on his face could only be described as sinful. “Y/n would be perfect. I’d be happy to put her to work.”
“There ya go. You got a job and didn’t even have to leave the house.” Sam chuckled, looking at you with a wide smile. He thought he was helping you when in fact he had just served you up to his brother on a silver platter.
Your mind raced. You needed to say something, get out of this situation but you didn’t know how without seeming obvious. “Oh, I don’t know. I don’t know anything about cars. I would be terrible at it.”
“Honey, you're incredibly smart. It can’t be that hard and besides I’m sure Dean can teach you.” Sam gave your hand another squeeze before looking over at Dean. “Right Dean?”
Dean looked from Sam back to you, his tongue darting out to roll over his bottom lip before he lifted his eyebrows. “Definitely, I can teach her all kinds of things.” His eyes quickly darted back to Sam and he gave his brother a bright smile, “Like I said, she’s a perfect fit.”
You tried to keep the scowl off your face as Dean blatantly chose his words to goad you. You gave both men a tight lipped smile and nodded your head. “Yeah, sure.”
“Great. Then it’s all settled.” Sam beamed before finishing off his glass of wine. “Thanks for helping us out again, Dean.”
“Any time Sammy.” Dean rose from his seat, grabbing up his empty plate to take into the kitchen. “It’s the least I can do to repay you for everything you’ve given me.”
Sam stood and grabbed his plate as well, moving with Dean towards the kitchen. “I haven’t done that much, letting you crash here is no big deal.”
Dean grinned and clapped Sam on the shoulder. “Trust me Sammy, you’ve helped me in more ways than you know.” Dean followed Sam into the kitchen, turning to shoot you a wink over his shoulder before disappearing around the corner.
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Sam was waiting on you, his long toned body stretched out against the bed dressed only in his boxer briefs as you exited your en suite. The dark look in his eyes as you walked into the bedroom wearing only one of his t-shirts made your stomach do flip-flops and you felt nervous for the first time in years about making love to your husband.
Sam was doing everything right, he knew how to perfectly play your body after years of practice but for some reason it wasn’t working. You were moving with him, matching his moans with your own but something wasn’t right. It felt good, Sam always felt good, but it wasn’t amazing. It wasn’t making your toes curl or making your eyes roll back in your head. You weren’t trembling and desperate under him. He wasn’t wrecking you like he always did. It wasn’t Sam’s fault. He was perfect. You were the one to blame, the guilt, the shame, the disgust you felt at yourself, it all sat like a heavy weight on your chest, distracting you from the pleasure that Sam could give you.
“Fuck babe, fuck I’m gonna cum.” Sam grunted above you as his hip stuttered and his muscles tensed.
“Fuck yes, Sam!” You cried out with him, faking it for the very first time with your husband. You dug your nails into his shoulder for emphasis as you arched your back off the bed and clenched your velvet walls around his cock to imitate your climax.
Sam groaned as his hips jerked and filled you full of his cum, his body collapsing around yours as he panted against the curve of your neck. “I love you sweetheart.” He whispered through huffs of air.
“I love you too.” You whispered back as you let your fingers tunnel through his hair, your eyes closing to keep the tears from spilling down your cheeks.
It wasn’t long after Sam rolled off you and tucked you into his side before he was snoring softly. You had snuggled close to his chest and tried to find your own peaceful sleep but it was alluding you. With a soft sigh you threw off the blankets covering you and slid out of bed as quietly as you could, trying not to wake Sam. You grabbed your silk robe to cover your naked body before heading down to the kitchen. Maybe if you finished off the bottle of wine from dinner you would be able to get some sleep.
Your bare feet silently carried you through the house and down to the kitchen. You had just grabbed a wine glass from the cupboard when Dean’s voice startled you enough you almost dropped the crystal.
“Can’t sleep baby?”
You spun around, your hands clasped against your chest as your heart raced, your eyes focused in the dark to see Dean emerging from the shadows. You inhaled a shaky breath as the moonlight streaming in through the kitchen window illuminated the hard line of his body clad in only black sweats that hung low on his thick hips.
“Just leave me alone, Dean,” you gritted through clenched teeth. You were not going to let him persuade you this time, you couldn’t betray Sam again, you just couldn’t.
When he continued to stalk towards you, you realized there was no reasoning with this man, not tonight anyway. Maybe during the light of day you could sit down with Dean, adult to adult, family to family and explain what a mistake this had all been. But tonight, Dean had that steely look in his emerald eyes, his pupils were blown wide and he looked every ounce the predator he was, so you knew talking was the last thing he wanted to do.
You shook your head and huffed. “This is ridiculous.” You muttered, before speaking louder, your voice harsh. “Good night Dean.” You turned quickly and headed towards the doorway.
You had only made a few strides towards the door when strong fingers wrapped around your forearm and you were jerked backwards hard enough to make you stumble. Dean’s strong arms wrapped around your body and he pulled you back to his chest before you could fall. “Where do you think you’re going baby?”
You squirmed and struggled in his grasp making him tighten his hold around you. “Dean, let me go!” You demanded.
“I don’t think so, sweetheart.” Dean grunted as you kicked out, almost knocking him off balance as he spun you around and carried you towards the kitchen island. “You know how good I can make you feel baby. I don’t know why you are trying to fight it when we both know how much you want me.”
Before you could respond Dean shoved you roughly against the hard edge of the granite countertop. He didn’t bother untying your robe. He simply grabbed at the hem and yanked it upwards to your waist, hooking the silky fabric into the robes belt to keep it anchored as his other hand pressed between your shoulder blades and held you down.
“Dean, stop, please.” You whined as your cheek pressed to the cold stone. Your arms flailing behind you to try smack his hands away from your body.
Dean chuckled as he easily grabbed both of your wrists in his much stronger grasp, bending your arms behind your back he transferred both of your wrists into his left hand and pinned you down. His bare feet kicked your legs apart and he huffed softly as his eyes moved over your slick folds.
“That my little brother’s cum dripping out of you baby? Huh? Did Sammy fuck that sweet little pussy?” You could hear the anger rising in his voice as each word flowed from his full lips.
“Yes.” You almost growled, proud to be able to throw that in Dean’s face.
Dean’s body was suddenly draped across yours, his right hand pressing your head down harder to the counter as he leaned over you. “You think he could tell baby, you think he could feel how I’ve ruined that tight little cunt of yours? Not so tight now, are ya, sweetheart?” He chuckled darkly against your ear. He didn’t give you a chance to answer before his voice rumbled against your ear once more. “Did he make you cum, baby? Did you cum all over his dick?”
With your eyes squinted shut tight and your bottom lip tucked between your teeth you tried to hold back the groan that bubbling up in your throat as Dean ground his hips against your upturned ass, the feel of the hard outline of his cock against your soft folds was enough to make you squirm beneath him.
“Answer me,” Dean growled against your ear as his hand caught in your tangled locks and he yanked your head back.
“Yes.” You whimpered as your body trembled against his.
“Bullshit!” He hissed and pressed your head down roughly against the countertop once more before his hand left your head completely. You opened your mouth to protest but his name turned into a squeak of surprise as he suddenly shoved two thick fingers into your slick core. “I heard you baby.” Dean rasped as he fucked his fingers in and out of your pussy hard and fast. “That was a fake fucking orgasm if I ever heard one. I know exactly what you sound like when you’re cumming so fucking hard it feels like you are going to squeeze my dick in two.”
“Dean, please.” You whined as he jerked his fingers free from your slippery channel, unsure now if you were begging him to stop or begging for more.
You heard the rustle of fabric as Dean pushed his sweatpants over his hips until they rested just above his knees. “Don’t worry baby, if Sammy can’t man up and get the job done then I can.”
Your body tensed as you felt the thick head of Dean’s cock press against your entrance as he lined himself up, the only warning he gave before he snapped his hips forward was his hand moving to clamp over your mouth and block your cries, smearing the slick on his fingers down your cheek as he impaled you on his hard thick length.
Your body shook with the huge invasion and you struggled to break your hands free from his grip not because you wanted to fight him off but you needed to hold onto something. You needed to brace yourself for the onslaught you knew was about to happen but Dean was having none of that. You weren’t going to have any control tonight. With his hand covering your mouth and blocking the whimpered moans filling your throat he held your neck pulled back and his grip on your wrists kept your hips crushed to the edge of the counter so your back was bowed perfectly. You were completely helpless as his hips snapped against your ass over and over again.
You gasped against his hand as your orgasm built swiftly, your walls fluttering around the hard thrust of his cock as he set a brutal pace. Dean continued to work his cock back and forth into your gripping cunt, never slowing even as the wave crested and pleasure cascaded through your body.
“That’s right baby, cum on my cock.” Dean groaned as your honey slick pussy milked at his cock and your sweet juices dripped off his shaft. Your second orgasm was building on the tails of the first but still Dean didn’t slow. He fucked you hard and deep, animalistic grunts rumbling up from his chest as he chased his own release. “Sam can’t make you feel like I can, can’t make you feel this fucking good.” He bent over your quaking body as he rolled his hips and ground into you. “Your mine now baby, always should have been mine.” He whispered against your ear before rising back up to his full height and drilling into you once more.
Only minutes later your body was spasming for the third time and you came over Dean’s cock with a gush. “Fuck yes.” He moaned as you whined into his sweaty palm. His balls tightening and his bowed legs trembling as his own release approached. With a final grunt, Dean buried himself to the hilt as he filled you full of his sticky seed.
He placed soft kisses on your neck and shoulder as he caught his breath until finally he slipped his softening cock free from your soaked slit and righted himself, tugging his sweatpants up and giving a roll of his shoulders. Dean gave a swift smack to your ass before he spoke and you could hear the smirk in his voice. “Get some sleep baby girl, you start work tomorrow.”
The sound of his laughter slowly faded along with the slap of his bare feet on the hardwood floor as he left you stunned and bewildered laying over your kitchen island, the feel of his cum mixed with his brother’s drying on the insides of your thighs.
