Daddy Dean | By : everydayperson Category: Supernatural > Slash - Male/Male Views: 15518 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1 |
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He watched the trees zip by. There was nothing but trees; darkness and trees. Sam idly tapped his finger against the cool window, refusing to look at the driver. Dean didn’t mind. He couldn’t mind really. He was glad to have his little brother back where he belonged. With him. And no one else to bother them. Highway to Hell was blasting through the car. Dean sang along with it part of the way.
They suddenly stopped in front of a warn-down cabin. Sam turned to Dean but said nothing. The younger Winchester wanted to escape. Dean’s eyes have gotten so hard and heated, like solid black coals burning in a fire. Dean smiled at Sam but the smile was sinister.
“Here we are. Home sweet home. Get in the cabin, Sammy and don’t even think about running away.”
And just like that, all thoughts of running left Sam’s mind completely. Sam did as he was told. When he got inside he saw that they at least had a television. There was also an old couch and a little kitchen off to the side that had an oven and microwave. Sam was exhausted. He laid down on the couch, intending to just forget everything that happened and go to sleep. Oh, how he wanted to just go to sleep and never, ever wake up.
“Sammy. Did I say you can go to sleep?”
Dean’s voice was dangerous and filled with hinted threats. His heart starting to race, Sam sat up and looked at his brother. Dean was frowning at him.
“I’m sorry Dean. I-”
“What did you call me?”
Now Dean’s look of disapproval turned into a glare. Sam gulped, his adam apple moving. Dean stared at it with lust.
“I’m sorry...” Sam braced himself for what he was going to say next, “Daddy. I’m so sorry. Please forgive me.”
Dean had not yet ordered Sam to call him that. Dean had told him that if he knew what was good for him, he would call him that but that wasn’t officially an order. So it made sense that Sam forgot. Dean flashed his little brother a grin. The elder Winchester let out a sigh.
“Damn, I’m tired. It’s been a hell of a long drive. Grab me a beer from the fridge, would ya?”
Sam went to do just that while Dean sat down on the couch. Sam handed him the can and Dean took it without thanks. Unsure of what to do, Sam remained standing and waited for his next instructions. Dean arched an eyebrow at him.
“Sit down on the table.”
Sam blinked. His body moved on its own and soon he was sitting uncomfortably on the wood, facing Dean. Dean took another sip of his drink.
“Unbutton your pants.”
The younger male’s face heated up. He loved Dean, honestly he did. And he had feelings of arousal for him too. But ever since Dean clawed his way out of Hell, he hasn’t been the same. Sam’s hands flew to his pants and he let loose his semi-hard cock. Dean hummed in approval.
“Think about me fucking your tight little ass. Think about us having sex in public, where everyone can see what a little whore you are.”
Sam’s manhood grew hard in an instant. All the blood left his head and went straight to his downstairs brain. He pressed his thumb at the tip that was oozing with pre-cum. Dean leaned back in his seat.
“Think about blowing me. Think how my cock is the most delicious thing in the world.”
At this point Sam was now stroking himself. Wave of pleasure shot through him as the images poured inside his head.
“Please....” he begged.
“Do you love your daddy, Sammy?”
Sam threw his head back and moaned.
“Yes! Yes, I love Daddy.”
Degrading though it was it just felt so good! Dean did things to Sam that no one else could do. Sam pumped faster, feeling himself getting closer and closer with each passing second. Dean nursed his beer while Sam gave him a show.
“Are you going to leave?”
Getting close.
“No. No I won’t. Not if you don’t want me to.”
“I don’t want you to. Never wanted you to. But you left anyway.”
Sam knew that Dean was talking about him leaving for college. The younger male remained silent and Dean didn’t talk either. He just watched his little brother masturbate until Sam’s breath hitched to his throat and his seed spilled out.
“Clean up your mess, Sammy. And then do me.”
Sam found a towel in the bathroom relatively quickly. He undid Dean’s trousers and jerked him off. Dean moaned lightly, slightly muttering what a good, dirty whore Sam was being. Sam was on his knees in-between Dean’s thighs while he stroked his brother.
After Dean released, Sam cleaned him up too. Dean then ordered Sam back on the couch. The two brothers wrapped themselves in each others’ arms.
“De- Daddy?”
“Hmm?”
Sam laid his head on Dean’s chest.
“How long are we going to stay here?”
It was quiet for so long after that that Sam wondered if Dean had heard him. He was about to repeat his question when Dean responded.
“Go to sleep, Sammy.”
And just like that, Sam was out.
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