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The Clown	By : Tyr_Drop Category: Supernatural > Slash - Male/Male Views: 5337 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-The Clown
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A/N: I’m so sorry, but scared Sammy is probably one of my favorite Sammies. First Supernatural fan fic. There WILL be more to come! R & R!
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Drip.
‘Come on Sam. You can get through this. It’s just a friggin’ clown.’
Drip.
‘If it bleeds, you can kill it. If it bleeds, you can kill it.’
Drip.
‘Where the HELL is that dripping sound coming from?!’
Sam steadied his breathing and closed his eyes. Focus. He was in some sort of fun house at some backwoods fair in a backwoods countryside. He and Dean had been hunting what they thought was just a random ghost, but wound up being some psycho in a clown suit. Humans.
Dean was nowhere to be found and Sam was alone in the dead of night in his strange building, complete with mirrors, motion triggered objects and a clown.
The worst was the clown.
“Such a… pretty boy, you are. Such long, soft hair…” he rasped as he closed in on Sam. “Such pretty green eyes. They turn brown too, don’t they? My last boy had brown eyes that turned green. They were in the middle of changing when he died, pinned to the wall… I want to pin you somewhere too, pretty baby boy. I just need to figure out… where to stick my pin.”
Sam shuddered at that memory. He’d dropped his gun out of sheer terror and bolted. Luckily, he kept another gun in his boot and a switchblade in his pocket. He reached for the blade. Let the killer think that was all he had. Surprise him when he least-
Hands grabbed the front of Sam’s shirt, lifting him onto his feet, then throwing him across the room. He hit the wall with way too much force and crumpled to the ground. Okay, this guy is definitely not human. At least, not anymore. The sudden smell of sulfur wafted to Sam’s nose and he reeled.
‘Shit.’
The man walked to Sam and smiled. “Hello there, pretty boy. My new friend up here says that she wants some sweet revenge. She’s gonna help me do all the fun things to you and you’re going to enjoy it.”
“Meg.” Sam said. The clowns eyes flicked to black and his grin broadened. Sam swallowed, standing up on shaky legs. “Exorcizamus te, omnis immun-”
Sam’s head snapped back against the wall with a sickening thud and his now unconscious body slid to the ground. The last thing he heard was the clown’s high pitched giggle as he promised Sam that he’d love all of the fun things he had planned.
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Sam awoke to a pleasant sensation, one he was quite familiar with. Fingers stroking his peaked nipples lazily as soft lips caressed his neck. He smiled. Ever since Castiel found out that his chest held his hot spots, the angel had a hard time not touching the younger hunter there when they had the privacy. Sam always welcomed it. With a soft moan, he arched gently into the touch, licking his lips seductively.
The fingers moved away and Sam pouted. “Don’t stop.” he said softly. The hand then cupped and massaged the bulge in his jeans, squeezing his growing erection through the denim. Sam smiled and moaned loudly. “Don’t tease me, either, baby.” He felt the lips move from his neck to his and kissed them hungrily.
Bile rose to his throat. These were NOT Cass’s lips. This was NOT his taste, nor his scent. He tried to move away, but found his arms to be bound. How did he not realize this before?! He was tied spread eagle to something, maybe a bed with a very stiff mattress, in a pitch black room. No. The room wasn’t pitch black. He was blindfolded.
“Castiel!! Help me!” Sam screamed, knowing his angel would hear him and no doubt come to his rescue.
“No use, pretty baby. My demon friend painted the pretty symbols all over the room. No angels allowed.” The clown chuckled, still rubbing and squeezing Sam. “Now, let’s take this off.” he ripped off the blindfold. “And now, we can take these off!” he said happily, brandishing the knife Sam dropped earlier.
“L-Leave me alone! Don’t do this!” Sam pleaded. His heart was racing and he couldn’t for the life of him steady it. He was beginning to panic. This… CLOWN… was about to rape him! While Meg watched! He swallowed the bile that again threatened to spew from his mouth.
The clown began to cut Sam free, starting with his belt, then down one leg, giggling happily as he did so. “You’re so pretty! You have such a pretty body! Such soft skin! And you’re tanned so nicely… I like your skin. I might just keep it when I’m done with you. Just a little piece, though. Easier to take care of that way.” He burst into a fit of giggles and Sam closed his eyes, shaking, trying to take himself away to that dark place reserved for other… “Jobs”… he had in the past.
Those were different. On those jobs, he wasn’t absolutely terrified. On those jobs, he didn’t have to worry about a pissed off demons possessing his client. On those jobs, he wouldn’t have to be afraid that Dean could burst through and see him like this at any moment.
He thoughts were cute short by a bare hand on his exposed shaft, slicked with God knows what. Whatever was coating the clowns hand was now dripping onto his manhood and thighs. He opened his eyes and a scream hitched in his throat. This clown was staring him in the eyes, so aroused that he was openly drooling on him, with eyes as bloodshot as a Croatoan victim. He began stroking Sam slowly as the hunter whimpered and tried to move his hips away, but to no avail.
“No place to run, pretty baby.” he rasped out. He shoved two fingers in Sam’s mouth and Sam screamed around them. “Bite down, and you get no lube!” the clown’s voice roared. No. It was Meg, silently praying that Sam would bite. Her prayer was answered. Sam chomped down as hard as he could. Meg snatched the hand out of his mouth and retreated to the backseat. The clown jumped away from Sam, screaming in pain and crying while nursing his fingers.
“WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?! WHY DID YOU BITE ME?! THAT HURT!!!” he screamed. He suddenly stopped and glared at Sam, his reddened eyes baring into his soul. “Now, I’m going to have to hurt you badly.”
Sam’s eyes widened. He shook his head. “No. Please don’t… Just… let me go. Please!”
The clown shook his head slowly, his grimace turning to a sadistic grin. He began to slowly strip. Sam’s eyes began to water. He begged and pleaded louder the more the clown stripped, until he was sobbing as the clown dropped his last article. He was a big guy and this was going to hurt.
“I’m sorry…” Sam whispered as the clown climbed on top of him.
“Too late.” The clown took the knife and cut the ropes around Sam’s ankles. Sam, out of either instinct or fear, kicked him with all his might. The clown tumbled backwards with a wail, but when he jumped back onto Sam, Meg was in control again.
“This bumbling idiot isn’t going to stop me from getting my show.” she hissed from inside the clown. She began to punch Sam in the face repeatedly, drawing blood from his nose, his bottom lip and forehead.
“Now rape the stupid bastard!” she said, before sitting back again. The clown was still. He was back, but now unsure. He let out a soft whimper.
“You hurt my pretty baby. He’s got owies on his face now. He has such a pretty face…”
‘With pretty owies.’ Meg cooed to him. ‘Just think of how pretty he’ll be when he has a pretty owie down there. Go on. Rape him. After a while, he’ll be begging for more.’
The clown nodded. Sam was dangling on the edge of unconsciousness, legs hanging open with his attacker between them. With a smile, the clown grabbed Sam’s legs by his ankles and leaned over, hooking the hunter’s knees on his shoulders. He pressed the tip of his erection to Sam’s entrance, leaned down to the still crying man and whispered almost lovingly,
“I’m going to turn your pretty hole red.”
With one swift thrust, Sam’s world went bright red.
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Dean, now armed with a very worried Castiel, pulled up to the building where Sam was being held.
“Are you SURE this is the place?” Dean asked for the fourth time.
“I can see the symbols from here, Dean. Sam is in there. I am unable to go inside.”
“Great. Then stay here, and if you see that bastard running out, gank him.” Dean cocked his pistol and exited the car.
Castiel appeared in front of him. Dean jumped.
“What?!”
“You will need this.” Castiel said, producing Dean’s demon slayer. “If you can kill the son of a bitch, do it. Give it that much mercy, because if I get my hand on them, their death may take days.”
Dean took the knife and nodded to Castiel. Ever since the two of them hooked up, Cass has been different. His love for Sam caused him to worry more about the brothers and lose his temper. Dean had no doubt that he would torture anyone or anything that caused Sam harm. At any rate, he needed to find his baby brother and fast!
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How long has it been? Four hours? Five? Sam was completely untied, strattling the clown’s hips and bouncing in his lap. The man was in obvious pleasure, thrusting up hard to meet Sam, who was half in it at best. He would still spun, his body ached terribly, but worst of all, his spirit was broken. Shattered. Decimated.
“You feel so good, pretty baby. Tell me how I feel.” the clown groaned.
“You… feel hot… inside me…” Sam whispered. The clown sat up, wrapping his arms around Sam’s waist.
“Louder. Scream it!” He flipped Sam over and began thrusting hard into him, his weeping cock pounding Sam’s abused prostate.
Sam let out a loud ragged moan as he came again. “You f-feel so hot… inside m-me!!” he said loudly.
The clown pulled out and sat back, staring at Sam, who got on all fours. He looked over his shoulder to the clown and, shaking, lowered his upper body to the bed.
“Fuck me.” he groaned.
The clown smiled.
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Dean tore through the halls of the abandoned building. Sam had been missing for almost six hours now and Dean knew that if he didn’t find him now, his chances of surviving…
‘No, Dean. Don’t think like that! This is Sam!’
A noise cut him from his thoughts. He stopped dead in his tracks and listened. There! It came again and Dean’s heart dropped into his stomach.
A moan. And it wasn’t his brother’s voice.
As he followed the sound of the moaning and drew closer to the door, his heart sank even further. He picked up a second voice, moaning weakly alongside the other.
Sam’s.
With shaking hands, Dean clutched the knife in one hand and the handle to the door in the other. He opened the door slowly and the noises that flooded through stopped him again. The walls were thicker than he thought, because these moans weren’t quiet.
Sam was on all fours, damn near screaming as the clown man pounded him violently. He grabbed a handful of Sam’s hair and yanked him up, pulling Sam against his chest while keeping the grip in his hair. Sam’s arm flew up and wrapped around the clown’s neck, pulling him closer to Sam, whose free hand flew to his swollen, red cock.
“More! More! Fucker me harder! Spread me open! Break me! Break me!!” Sam screamed, vigorously pumping himself. The clown laughed and kept pounding him until he came, a strange high pitched noise coming from his lips as he filled Sam to the breaking point.
Sam came hard, his come shooting out in spurts, coating his hand and leaving a trail on the bedding before them. The clown slid out of Sam with a wet pop and the loads he spent previously followed. Sam moaned as he collapsed on the bed, not caring that he was laying in his own sex.
He reached back, pulling his reddened cheeks apart. “F-Fuck m-me…” he moaned.
“No.” Dean growled.
The clown’s head snapped to the side and black fog immediately flew from his mouth, going through the vents and retreating. Dean closed the distance between himself and the bed, grabbing the stunned clown and dragging him off.
After letting the clown know how frustrated he’d been for the past six plus hours, Dean turned to Sam. His eyes widened as he watched his brother masturbate while staring at him.
“D-Dean…” he moaned.
“No, Sammy…”
“Fuck me, Dean…”
“No!” Dean grabbed his brother’s arms and shook him, begging him to snap out of it. Sam wrapped his legs around Dean’s waist and tried to grind on his brother. Dean pushed him down. “Sammy, STOP!” he yelled.
Sam heard none of it. He just kept writhing, moaning, begging Dean to fuck him. Dean pulled out his gun and shot one of the windows with the symbols on it. Castiel was there an instant later.
“Sam!” he wailed, rushing to his lover’s side.
Dean pulled himself away from Sam. “Get him someplace safe. I’m going to deal with this lunatic.” Dean growled, looking at the clown who was stirring on the ground.
Castiel wrapped Sam in his trench coat and lifted him up bridal style. He placed a soft kiss on Sam’s lips that the younger hunter tried to deepen. He began whispering things into Castiel’s ear that made his face flush and rage fill his eyes. He cast them onto the clown.
“When you’re done beating him, burn him alive for me. If you don’t do it, I will.” Castiel said, his voice icy cold.
Dean smirked down at the clown. “Don’t you worry. I’ve got my firestarter kit in my pockets.”
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Months had passed and Sam was beginning to return to normal. For weeks, he was a nympho, bedding anyone who would have him. For weeks after that was over, no one could touch him. For weeks, they had to beg, plead or force him to eat. Dean had even stopped a couple suicide attempts, but now, things were looking better. They were on their way to hunt a Wendigo in upstate Washington and Sam looked as though nothing bad had happened to them.
There were two problems, though.
When Sam wanted to be intimate with Castiel, the angel told him that he wasn’t ready. Sam ignored him and almost relapsed during their session. Then, there were the nightmares. Sam would wake up screaming bloody murder and after Dean or Cass would calm him down, he was a sobbing mess for hours, often not falling back to sleep for days.
Still, Sam knew in his heart that the only way to get over this was to press on. They had more important things to do, like figure out how to stop the coming apocalypse. Besides, he was good for now. He had his lover, Castiel, by his side, along with his brother, Dean, who would always be there for him. Yeah. He’ll get through it.
Yeah. One day, even the clown’s sadistic grin will fade from his nightmares.
~Fin~
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