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Bite	By : rae_roberts Category: Supernatural > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 4187 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural and make no profit from this story. Just borrowing Sam and Dean for fun.

Chapter List
- 1-Bite
- 2-Ring
- 3-Rape
- 4-Taken
- 5-Finished
- 6-Grind
- 7-Ride
- 8-Submission
- 9-Sixty-nine
- 10-Flashback I
- 11-Mirror, Mirror
- 12-Hoodoo
- 13-Confession
- 14-Flashback II
- 15-Home
- 16-The End
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Dean woke as the ‘69 Mustang jounced over a bump in the unpaved road. He blinked, taking in the landscape of low-growing brush, rocks, and the occasional tree.   Sam must have driven for hours while he slept. Dean stretched luxuriously, feeling well-rested and comfortable, although that damned plug in his ass was going to have to go soon, he thought with a trace of resentment. “Where are we?” he asked. “What’s out here in the back end of beyond?”
“Nothing. This is just a pitstop,” Sam said. He drove another hundred yards to where a stand of trees grew next to a stream and killed the engine, turning in the driver’s seat to give Dean one of his mischievous grins. “Watching you come with that plug in your ass was fun, but that was hours ago.”
“You can take it and shove it in your ass,” Dean offered generously, all innocence, but Sam just snorted.
“I had something else in mind.” He opened the driver’s side door, got out, and leaned down to look back in at Dean, still sitting in the passenger’s seat. “Strip naked, but keep your boots on.”
A small, stubborn part of him wanted to argue as Sam strolled away from the car and down by the water, but mostly, he just wanted sex, however Sam wanted to give it to him, his cock already stiffening as he undid the laces on his boots and kicked them off so he could shimmy out of his boxer shorts and jeans. Dean stepped out of the car and stripped off his shirt. Naked, he felt vulnerable, especially in contrast to Sam, who was still fully dressed as he loitered beside the stream, skipping stones across the water.
At least his bossy, demanding bitch of a not-brother had deigned to let him keep his boots, probably because of the stony ground, but with the boot knife Dean always carried he wouldn’t be caught unarmed, either. He put them back on, not bothering to lace them up. Then he reached back between his legs and eased the butt plug out of his ass, reasoning his mate would have a better use for his tight hole soon enough. With a smirk, Dean gave in to the urge to rebel and threw the toy far off into the bushes, chuckling at the thought of some backcountry hiker finding it among the boulders someday.
The late afternoon sun beamed down hot on his shoulders as he clomped down to the stream to join Sam, acutely aware of the hot sun and the faint breeze on his bare skin. Sam turned, grinning as he looked him up and down.
“That’s a surprisingly good look on you.”
Dean preened. “I can make anything look good,” he scoffed. Up close and wide awake now, he could see the lines of pain and fatigue etched around his not-brother’s golden eyes, the tension in his body, and he reached instinctively for Sam’s left hand with his own, joining the cursed rings. “You’re hurting,” he scolded gruffly. “Why didn’t you wake me sooner?”
“I’m better now.” Sam pulled him in close, brushing a brief, tantalizing kiss against his lips before breaking away. Dean growled a protest, but Sam just smirked, ambling over to sit on a broad, sun-warmed boulder beside the stream. “Come here.”
Dean clomped over the uneven, stony ground in his big, black, steel-toed boots to stand in front of him, his cock rock-hard in anticipation.   Sam eyed it hungrily as he undid his fly and pushed his jeans down his thighs, freeing his own rampant cock. Dean did more than just look. He stepped closer and reached for it, feeling it twitch eagerly in his hand.
“Hot out here,” Sam noted laconically, and stripped off his t-shirt as Dean dropped to his knees, straddling Sam’s hips, lining the head of Sam’s cock up snug against his asshole.
“About to get even hotter.” Dean ran his hands across his gigantor brother’s broad shoulders and down the sculpted muscles of his chest, reveling in the sensation of smooth, heated skin and taut muscle under his palms. He rocked his ass against Sam’s cock, teasing it up against his tight entrance.
Sam moaned low in his throat as Dean took his sweet time, driving him wild as he moved slowly up and down, letting the head of Sam’s cock just start to slip inside his ass, then raising up again, denying him entry.   It wasn’t long before the alpha had had enough. Gripping Dean’s hips tight, he rocked his pelvis up, pushing half his length into the omega on one brutal stroke.
“Sorry.” Sam couldn’t help but smirk as his bratty big brother hissed in a breath, eyes widening as his ass was impaled on Sam’s cock.
“Are not.” Dean dipped his head, brushing their lips together teasingly, only to sink his teeth abruptly into Sam’s lower lip.
Growling approval at the taste of his own blood on his tongue, Sam claimed his mate’s mouth in a scorching kiss. “Ready for more?” he challenged when they finally broke apart for air.
“You kidding? I was born read—” Dean’s boast trailed off into a long, shuddering moan as Sam gave him another taste of his monster cock, fucking his ass wide open with another deep, satisfying thrust. It took a long moment for the white-hot stars swirling in his vision to fade. When they did, Dean gave the alpha a bored look, positively designed to get his blood boiling. “Really, Sammy? That all you got?” he drawled.
The werewolf couldn’t help but chuckle at his still-mostly-human brother’s antics, even as his eyes darkened, pupils dilating with pure lust.   “Always plenty more for you, baby,” he promised, and thrust his cock in to the hilt.
Dean wasn’t exactly caught off guard—getting Sam to give him the full length of that thick, monster cock of his had been the whole point of the teasing, after all—but he still couldn’t stop another deep moan from tearing out of his throat at the mingled sensation of pleasure and pain as Sam skewered his ass. Dean gripped his not-brother’s shoulders and started to ride, intending to set a fast pace, but Sam’s hands on his his hips slowed him down.
“Sam?”
“Shh...Let’s take our time,” he murmured, his expression oddly tender as he looked up at Dean, whiskey-colored eyes intense, big hands moving down to stroke his thighs, then back up to encircle his waist and cup his ass as Dean rode him. Sam rocked his hips up to meet each downward thrust, adjusting the angle of penetration, seeking that extra-sensitive spot that would make his mate writhe in pleasure.
Dean almost started to laugh at the comical, adorably nerdy look of concentration on Sam’s face, but the mood had changed. There was something about the intensity of his not-brother’s gaze, the gentleness of his caresses, that was different than any of the other times they’d ever mated… And then Sam’s cock hit that sweet spot and sent a jolt of pleasure zinging through him with every slow, sensual thrust, and he came with a deep-throated growl.
Sam joined him an instant later, his cock jerking rhythmically inside him as it pulsed out its release.   Another desperate growl tore from Dean’s throat as he felt it knot, tying them together so he couldn’t pull away.   Not that he wanted to, not with his brother still coming inside him, golden eyes finally fluttering closed as he whimpered his name.
“Dean...”
“Shh.” He flexed his tight ring of muscle around his mate’s throbbing cock, murmuring approval as Sam convulsed with pleasure, slick with sweat and sobbing out his name. The alpha’s orgasm shook them both with its intensity but Sam didn’t stop coming, another climax starting to build immediately as the first one finally ebbed. Dean had enough experience by now with the super-charged sexuality of werewolves to know Sam wasn’t going to be letting him off his cock any time soon, but this was something new. His ass clamped down around every twitch of that big, insatiable cock inside him, each hot, fluttering caress setting off another rhythmic pulse as the big alpha growled his approval.
“Been saving it all up just for you.” Sam took Dean’s cock in hand, fisting it tight at the base while he stroked the other hand up and down the thick, veined shaft, letting the omega thrust into his slick palm on every pass. Sam locked eyes with him again, those golden eyes brimming with emotion, letting Dean know without words just how much his mate wanted him.   “Going to fill you up now, baby.”
“Oh god, Sammy…” The words trailed off into pleading whimpers and growls as Dean rocked his hips as far as the alpha’s knotted cock would allow him, grinding back until the head of Sam’s cock hit his sweet spot, then thrusting forward into Sam’s hand.   A rush of heat pulsed into Dean’s eager ass as Sam came.   Dean howled in ecstasy as his mate loosened his tight grip on his cock and he spilled his own release over his hand.   He slumped, letting his head loll on Sam’s chest as the alpha’s final climax pumped him full of rope after thick, creamy rope of cum.
His not-brother’s chest was slick with sweat under Dean’s cheek, and he could feel the trickle of his own sweat running down his back and into the crack of his ass, but for the moment he was too dazed and spent to care. Sam lifted his head and pressed a sloppy kiss to his mouth.
“So fuckin’ good,” he murmured, lifting him off his well-satisfied cock, holding on to his hips, steadying him until Dean recovered enough to stand on his own again. Sam picked up his t-shirt and started to tenderly wipe the sticky trails of his cum off Dean’s thighs.
“I got this.” Dean took the soft cloth from Sam’s hands and turned away, embarrassed. “I think it’s about time you told me where we’re heading next,” he said gruffly.
There was a long pause and when Dean turned back he saw that now it was Sam’s turn to be embarrassed. The werewolf hung his head, devoting an entirely unnecessary amount of attention to his fly as he tucked his cock and balls back into his jeans and buttoned up. There was a flush of color staining Sam’s cheeks that had nothing to do with the heat or the sex they’d just shared.
“Sammy?”
“We need to see a man named Bobby Singer.”
Dean’s mouth dropped open and he blinked stupidly for a moment. “Bobby’s alive?” It had never occurred to him to ask his not-brother about the older hunter.
“Yeah, he’s—” Sam stopped and blinked back at Dean. “You know Bobby? Your world’s Bobby?”
“Jesus, Sam, the man was the closest thing I had to a father since Dad died,” Dean growled. He squared off against the taller werewolf, naked but for his boots, Sam’s sweat and jizz stained shirt dangling forgotten in his hand, and glared at his idiot moose of a baby brother. “You’ve known since we left Chuck’s that we were heading to see Bobby, and you didn’t see fit to even mention it to me?”
“I didn’t think! My world’s Dean never even met Bobby!” Sam protested.
“Then why the guilt trip, huh? You’ve been dodging the question, Sam, don’t pretend you haven’t. What is it about this world’s version of Bobby that you didn’t want me to find out?”
Sam turned away, running a hand through his hair, leaving the sweat-damp strands to fall back over his eyes as he walked back to the Mustang, shoulders slumped.
Furious, Dean clomped after him in his unlaced black combat boots.   “Tell me, dammit!”
“Bobby and his wife Karen run a rehab place for werewolves.” Sam kept his back to him, leaning against the passenger side door of the Mustang.
“Rehab? Drug rehab?” For the second time Dean found himself blinking stupidly. “What, werewolves in this world get reefer madness?”
“Something like that, yeah.” Sam barked out a humorless laugh. “That’s how I met Bobby Singer, Dean... I was an addict.”
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