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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
- 13
- 14
- 15
Flashback:
Dean stifled a groan as he woke, protesting the pain in his shoulder and the raw skin of his back.   Cracking his eyes open he found himself lying on a camping mat in what he assumed was some sort of abandoned industrial building. Stretching cautiously, mindful of his injuries, he found himself shackled, arms tethered by a length of chain to a pipe. Someone had removed his shirt. Judging by the bite and the scratches on his back, the garment had probably been shredded.   The same someone was in all likelihood, Dean thought, responsible for taking off his boots. At least they’d left him his jeans, and enough slack in the chain to reach his pockets. He let out a low, frustrated growl as his fingers came up empty. No lockpick. Not even so much as a boxcutter or a pen.   He wouldn’t be escaping as quickly as he’d hoped.
Memories of the night before flooded back and Dean craned his neck to examine the wound at the juncture of his neck and shoulder. How was he even still alive? He’d suffered enough injuries during more than fifteen years of hunting to know that the werewolf attack should have left him in a hospital bed, barely clinging to life. Instead, from what he could see, the wounds were closed, well on their way to being completely healed.    Had he been passed out for days? A glance at his wristwatch confirmed that no, he’d only been unconscious for a few hours.
There was only one explanation for his rapid recovery from what should have been a mortal wound… He’d been infected with lycanthropy. He was a werewolf.   The stress of the past twenty-four hours caught up to him, then. He’d been yanked out of his own world into some freakish alternate reality, the demon he’d been pursuing somehow turning into a werewolf… And now he’d been bitten, infected, with no idea, still, where he was or who was holding him captive. Dean cursed violently, thrashing and yanking at the chains until his wrists were raw.
When he finally calmed he made a methodical search of the area he could reach. There had to be something here he could use to pick the locks on the cuffs and free himself, but finally he had to admit defeat. There was nothing. His unknown captor had even taken his belt. Resigned, Dean gave in to his exhaustion and dozed off.   The soft tread of footsteps woke him some hours later.
“I don’t get it,” a voice came from above him. “You look like my dead brother, but you dress like me… Right down to the knives and the fake credit cards in your wallet.”
Dean stared up, up, and up at the figure towering over him as he lay on the floor. His eyes widened in shock, then narrowed cynically an instant later. He gestured impatiently at the bag of take-out food dangling from the stranger’s hand. “Yeah, you look just like my dead brother, except for the freaky yellow eyes. That better be a cheeseburger and fries in that bag,” he threatened.
“Or what?” Werewolf-Sam smirked and tossed the bag at him.
“You tell me, man.” Dean tore open the wrapping and took a big, satisfying bite of greasy, truck-stop goodness. At least the food in this crazy, fucked up world was just as delicious as back home. “I figure if you wanted me dead I’d be dead already.”
“Sorry about the shackles,” his not-brother said with apparent sympathy, dropping down to squat just out of Dean’s reach, “but I don’t even know what you are.”
“Well for starters I’m guessing I’m a werewolf, as of last night,” Dean said dryly, resolutely ignoring the lurch of panic in his stomach. He recalled the warning shout just before the rogue werewolf attacked him, Werewolf-Sam’s warning. ”You’re a werewolf yourself... One that hunts other werewolves?” Dean shook his head, bemused. “I’m a little confused myself as to just what you are.”
“I hunt rogues.” Sam’s voice was cold. “Most werewolves are decent, law-abiding people.”
“Most. You say that as if there’s a lot of werewolves.”
“About one in one hundred are born with the mutation...Like me,” the tall werewolf-hunter said.
Not-Sam’s voice was calm, but Dean, familiar with his own world's Sam, could read the subtle tension in the set of his shoulders, the defensiveness in those golden eyes.
“What happens when you turn?” Dean tried to keep his tone just as neutral. His not-brother spoke of lycanthropy as if it was just another disease, but Dean couldn’t see it quite that way. He was a monster now.
“You’ll have urges. It’s best if you’re locked up for your first full moon, until you know for sure how you’ll react,” Sam said kindly, “but like I said, most people with lycanthropy manage it without ever giving in to the bloodlust.”
“Not the one who attacked me last night.”
“Yeah. That’s why there’s hunters like me,” Sam said firmly. "I'd spent days tracking that bastard down. Whoever or whatever you are, you were really in the wrong place at the wrong time last night."
"Dude. You have no idea how true that is."

Present:
“There’s a drug called bane… Affects werewolves pretty much like heroin does humans. I was addicted to it,” Sam admitted in a quiet voice as Dean pulled back onto the highway.
“Okay, so...What happened?”
Sam glanced over at the older hunter, so like and yet so unlike his real brother. “So, I was an addict.   I lied, I stole. I let people down, Dean. Dad, my brother...My pack.”    The alpha’s voice was raw with shame.
“Bite anybody?” Dean deadpanned. “Turn any innocent humans? Kill any? ...Start an apocalypse?”
“None of that, no.” Sam shook his head, scoffing out an incredulous bark of laughter. “What I did was bad enough.”
“Yeah, I get that, Sammy. I also get that you beat it, that you’ve at least tried to make things right with the people you let down.”
“You sound so sure of yourself.” The werewolf stared out the window as the drab, flat landscape rolled past.
“No, I’m sure of you.   And I know a thing or two about addiction. Trust me, if you were still hooked on this bane or whatever the hell it’s called, I’d know,” he said. “Even when Sam denied it, I knew when my brother was jonesing for demon blood…” He looked over at Sam with a wicked grin. “And when Sam and I were hunting in my world, we had a lot more opportunity to try and hide things from one another than you and I have had.”
“The curse,” Sam growled. “Well, Bobby will have the rest of the spell components to break it,” Sam said, “or he’ll know where to get them.”
“If anybody does, it’ll be Bobby Singer,” Dean agreed.

They stopped at a motel for the night. Dean would have preferred to drive straight through the night, eager to see Bobby and his wife Karen alive and well, but without a break to alleviate the insatiable demands of the curse… Dean choked back a humorless laugh at the thought of driving up to Bobby’s place and dry-humping in desperation on the hood of the Mustang. No, definitely not something either he or Sam would want to expose the older man to.
The alpha was still subdued when Dean finished his turn in the shower, silently clicking off the television remote and crossing the room to the bed where Dean sat with a towel wrapped around his waist as he set the cheap plastic alarm clock on the bedside table. Dean heard the rustle of fabric from Sam’s side of the bed as his not-brother stripped off his clothes in preparation for sleep.
...Or maybe not. His eyebrows rose as Sam dropped down, naked, on the grungy carpet in front of him. Dean’s cock gave an eager twitch as Sam undid the snug fold of the towel around his waist, tugging it open. The muscles of Sam’s shoulders bunched as he positioned himself lower on the floor to give Dean's rapidly hardening cock a long, slow lick. A moan tore out of Dean’s throat at the sight of his alpha not-brother, normally so dominant and in charge, kneeling submissively between his legs and lapping wantonly at the head of his cock.
Another slow, sensual lick, and Dean’s cock was rock-hard. Dean threaded his fingers through Sam’s hair, trying to ground himself as his heightened perceptions went wild at the wet, teasing sensation of Sam’s tongue running over his length. With every lick Sam paused to lavish attention on the sensitive head, swirling the tip of his tongue around it until Dean’s hips damned near bucked off the mattress.
Dean was dying for Sam to take his cock down his throat, but of course his little brother just had to tease. He moaned again as Sam dipped his head and took each of his balls into his mouth in turn, sucking gently and rolling them on his tongue. Dean took his cock in hand, stroking it lightly as he ran his fingers through Sam’s hair. “That feels good, Sammy,” he encouraged him, trailing off into another moan of pleasure as Sam sucked and hummed.
Then Sam was knocking his hand away, replacing it with that sinfully talented tongue of his. Dean whimpered as Sam took his time tonguing the head of his cock, lapping up the pre-cum leaking freely from the slit.   Stars swam in his vision as the alpha wrapped his lips around him, taking him in. “Finally,” Dean growled. It was a struggle not to grab him by the ears and fuck right into his throat, but Sam was done teasing and took his full length right away. Dean could feel his throat convulsing as he swallowed around him, velvet heat caressing his straining cock.
He couldn’t stop himself from bucking up off the edge of the cheap, sagging mattress, thrusting into his mate’s throat. Sam moaned, but the sound was pleased, not pained, the alpha’s big hands stroking his thighs, urging him on. “Going to come,” Dean panted. His back arched and he threw his head back with a growl of satisfaction as Sam sucked him off to an intense climax.
Dean came down slowly from the high, Sam’s lips still locked around the base of his cock, his throat caressing the shaft as he swallowed. Dean’s cock was still rock-hard, still eager for more, and he sprawled back on the bed, laughing ruefully at his hyper-charged sex drive. Sam slapped his hip, urging him further up onto the bed, and crawled up his body to straddle his legs as he lay back on the mattress. Another whimper tore from Dean’s throat as Sam maintained suction as they shifted position, never letting go of his cock.   It was clear he hadn’t finished with him yet.   The alpha’s head bobbed as he set his own pace, his full lower lip dragging up the underside of Dean’s cock with every stroke, his tongue swirling around the head in a wicked caress.
The omega growled and moaned as his mate worked his cock expertly, driving him to the brink of a second climax in just a few minutes.   Sam took his cock impossibly deep with every stroke, tongue flicking out to lap at his balls each time Dean hilted himself in his throat.   He felt a his climax building, impossible to deny, and couldn’t stop himself from thrusting up off the bed wildly, grinding his cock into Sam’s willing mouth. Dean’s hands fisted in the sheets and his heels drummed on the mattress as he came, sobbing out Sam’s name as his vision damn near blacked out.
As before, Sam kept his lips wrapped tight around him, suckling softly as Dean’s cock pulsed out its release. Dean felt as if his orgasm would go on forever, every caress of his brother’s sweet throat sending another throb of pleasure through him. Finally he sprawled out on the bed, drifting in a haze of pleasure as Sam cradled his softening cock in the warmth of his mouth. He wanted to plead with the alpha, remind him that he was still only human, that he had no more to give, but his mind felt like mush, every muscle in his body relaxed, and he couldn’t be bothered to try and string together the words.
Dean was almost asleep when Sam gave his sated cock one last, tender lick and pulled off. Dazed, barely focused green eyes fluttered open just long enough to catch a glimpse of his not-brother’s wicked grin as he lay down beside him and pulled him into his arms.
“‘Night, Dean.”
“Nnnn…” he muttered incoherently, and was sound asleep before Sam’s chuckle reached his ears.
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