(Sam Winchester x female reader x Dean Winchester)
Summary There’s something dangerous in these woods. Sam and Dean think it’s them. They’re wrong.
CWs Everyone's evil and acts accordingly. Violence, implied torture, violent sex. Predator/prey.
Rated 18+. 1.4k words.
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You pump your legs, your naked feet hitting the forest floor, sticks and leaves and earth all around you. A twig catches you on the arm and you're sure it draws blood. You'll have cuts and bruises all over tomorrow, but you couldn't care less. It is all worth it for how hard your heart is beating in your chest.
The night air is cold but you don't feel it. Your body is burning with heat, so much so that you're surprised it's not coming off you like vapor. You come to a dead stop in the middle of a small clearing, look around. In the blacks and browns of the forest you must look like a beacon in your white nightgown, but then that's the point.
You want them to come to you.
You feel eyes on you, feel the hair at the back of your neck stand up. Your alerted senses tell you he's somewhere behind you, and just like the smart little rabbit you are, you do what’s least expected: you run towards him.
Even in your state and with all of your body's strength thrown against him, you can't tackle Sam. He grabs your arms, uses your momentum to throw you both to the ground. You roll a few feet, and then he lands on top of you, pins you with his hips. A few days ago, you would have gasped, cried, screamed, maybe begged. Now you don't.
Hissing, you bring your arm out to scratch at him. Words haven't found their way back to you yet, the trauma to your body too great. But you know what you feel.
You manage to get one hand on the back of Sam's neck, pull him close, but instead of kissing him, which is what it must look like to an outsider, you sink your teeth into the soft skin of his neck. He grunts in pain but pulls you close with one hand, while the other snakes between your bodies. He finds the fly of his pants, deft fingers opening it quickly and efficiently. Then he pushes up your nightgown. You're not wearing underwear. Too much of a hassle, he decided earlier.
He sinks into you without warning. Your teeth unclamp from his neck and you throw your head back as your treacherous body reacts to him immediately. Sam ruts into you, the taste of his blood and the way your bodies are irrevocably connected to each other taking you high quickly.
Sam grunts on every thrust and your hands are blindly lashing out, no concrete goal. One lands on his shoulder, gripping into the fabric of his shirt, the other his side, doing the same. You’re not sure if you’re pulling him closer or trying to get him off you, or both, or neither. The way he pumps into you shakes your entire body.
Your orgasm is a scream, in so far as an animal can scream. Sam is right behind you, a deep satisfied groan leaving him.
Your eyes are closed, head pressed back against the forest ground. You can hear things crawling around you. Can hear the low wind. God, you swear you can hear the moss grow. What you can also hear is footsteps. You open your eyes, the vision of Dean upside down making you laugh in a deranged, sick way. He smiles down at you, black eyes amused.
"Sammy get a little ahead of himself?" he asks, as his brother pulls himself out of you, then pulls you up by your hands. You stand, and Sam, strangely gentle, pulls a leaf from your hair. Dean studies you, watches you for a moment. Then he steps closer, runs the pad of his thumb over your cheek.
"Our little darkling," he says, something similar to adoration in his voice. It started with him, so sometimes it feels like he's the leader of your little trinity of horror.
Once Dean became a demon, it wasn't long before he found a way to make Sam follow him. Fitting, really, since Sam followed Dean all his life. It would make sense he would do the same now. The demon blood Dean forced into his brother was quick to do its work, and soon Sam's eyes turned black too.
The duo’s next stop? You. Their life-long friend and confidant.
What they did to you, you're not entirely sure, neither are you sure of what you are now. Demonic, yes, but something else, too. Something that consists of Sam and Dean's influence as much as it does of Hell. You were weak and terrified when they found you, but you are not anymore.
The corruption of you is complete, or nearly. Sam says the confusion will lessen, that things will seem clearer to you soon. But you don't think they could be clearer. They've brought you here to sharpen your senses, and also to have their fun. They think you're trapped here with them, at least somewhat unwillingly while your transformation settles. They're wrong.
You can feel Sam’s spendings run down the inside of your thigh, cooling quickly against the cold air. You put your hand on Dean's cheek, pull him in. Look deep into those onyx eyes and then kiss him, bite his lip, suck on his tongue. When you separate, you throw Sam a long look, then tighten the grip on Dean.
"Now you run," you say to both of them, voice raspy from lack of use, and their grins would be enough to send them to Hell, if their dirtied souls didn't already guarantee that.
They do run. The first few rounds it takes you a long time to find them. You get so frustrated, so needy, that you scream and beat the forest floor with your fists. But then you remember what they taught you. Close your eyes, use your senses. Use your knowledge of how they act, how they move.
You find them quicker and quicker, and every time you do you force one of them into you, on the ground, against a tree, holding you up, it doesn't matter. You don't know if you'll ever get enough of them, if there is a part of you that will someday be satiated.
Dean grabs your hair by the roots so hard that your vision blurs, that tears shoot into your eyes, and Sam opens you up over and over, fingers digging hard into your flesh. Sounds come from deep in your throat and one of them drinks them down while the other twists a nipple or bites it or bites you, somewhere, on your neck or thighs or ass. Your skin makes beautiful sounds when their palms connect with it.
At one point, you are straddling Dean, riding him roughly and quickly, and your hands find their way around his neck, squeeze. He only smiles at that, grabs you, flips you over. Pushes into your tightest hole as you whine and moan into the forest floor beneath you, come shaking and crying.
Dean climbs off you and just as you’re pressing yourself up, Sam takes his place, pushes you back into the damp earth. He runs his tongue along your neck and you push back against him try to urge him on. You succeed.
You scratch and kick and bite and pull and push. You give as good as you get, and all three of you are bleeding and bruised when morning light breaks through the thick crown of trees. You don't need to sleep anymore, but you have been resting, lying on the ground, the earth cooling your burning flesh.
Your eyes snap open, and even though you can't see it, you know they are black. Rolling over on your front, you get up on all fours. Sam and Dean are nowhere in sight, but you can smell them, sense them. You get up. There is a low mist around you as you start walking. You feel like a fever has broken.
"Oh, boys," you singsong, and a wicked grin breaks over your face as you set out to find them. They’ve taught you well. You know now that love always comes with pain attached, and you will make sure they get plenty of both.
Because the truth is, you aren't trapped here with them. They are trapped here with you.
