Sam drilled into Dean mercilessly, draped over his back, hands covering Dean’s. He’d been going at it for a while and Dean was sufficiently fucked out, reduced to low whines and gasping. Sam leaned back and pulled Dean up by his hair until he had access to his neck and sunk his teeth in deep, wrapping an arm around Dean’s front. Dean groaned and let out a quiet, “Fuck, Dad.”
Sam’s hips stuttered and stopped, jaw releasing Dean’s neck. Dean blinked and tried to look at Sam, confused. Sam’s eyes darkened and his nostrils flared. His hand on Dean’s hip pressed hard enough to leave bruises, and he tilted his lips up to Dean’s ear, “What did you call me?”
Dean swallowed and shifted uncomfortably. He didn’t answer.
Sam pulled out of Dean and shoved him to the bed. Flipping him over, Sam grabbed his wrists and with one hand, held them above Dean’s head.
“Did dad do this to you? Did he fuck you into a mattress until you came three times on his cock?” Sam’s grip tightened over Dean’s wrists, his bones creaking.
“Did dad bite you on the neck, for all to see? Did he leave you a fucked out mess for your little brother to find on the motel couch later?” Dean whimpered and bit his lip hard enough to draw blood.
Sam spread Dean’s legs with his thigh and roughly shoved two fingers inside him. Dean squirmed and shut his eyes.
“Did he think I wouldn’t notice? He fucked you right across from my bed, thinking I was asleep, countless times. I saw the red and white stains on your clothes and motel sheets,” Sam growled and added a third finger inside him, not letting up for a second.
“I always knew. Of course I knew,” Dean cracked his eyes open to peer at Sam, anguished and turned on and scared. Sam recognized the look, it was the same one Dean pointed at Dad for years.
“But I am not John, and he has no place here.”
Dean tensed and tried to get his hands free while Sam re-aligned himself to Dean’s hole. With a gentle caress to Dean’s hip, Sam thrust in hard, sinking his entire cock inside. Dean moaned long and loud, thrashing in Sam’s hold. Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes. Sam set a brutal pace, grabbing Dean’s jaw with his free hand and forcing him to look into Sam’s eyes.
“I will make you forget his touch, even if it means tying you up and fucking you over and over and over again,” Sam leaned in close, kissed a tear from his cheek, “You’re mine, Dean. Mine.”
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