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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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“It’s still called Singer’s Salvage.” Dean leaned forward in the passenger seat, subconsciously straining for a better look at the old, familiar house as Sam drove down the long driveway.
Sam scoffed. “What else would it be called? That’s what Bobby and Karen do. Salvage broken werewolves.”
Dean ignored his not-brother’s bitter tone. Sam had been cranky since his confession of drug addiction the day before. No, that wasn’t quite right, he decided, thinking it over. The big alpha had been cranky since waking up this morning, after sucking Dean off to multiple climaxes the night before. Apparently his normally sexually dominant not-baby-brother was regretting the uncharacteristically submissive act… Or something. Dean was too excited at the prospect of seeing this world’s version of Bobby Singer, alive and well and still happily married to his beloved Karen, to worry much about Sam’s mood.
In Dean’s own world, Bobby had gotten into hunting after his wife had been possessed by a demon. He’d been forced to kill her in self-defense, then kill her again years later after she’d been raised as a zombie.   No matter what other changes Sam’s world’s Bobby might exhibit, Dean thought, it would be worth it for the man not to have suffered through that particular hell.
In Sam’s world, most of the collection of junked cars around Bobby’s house had been replaced by neat gardens with tidy rows of thriving plants. A greenhouse loomed where Dean remembered the car crusher standing. Instead of monsters and demons, this Bobby Singer’s area of expertise was medicinal plants, particularly the magical plants that affected werewolves, whether for good or ill.   Karen Singer was a pureblood like Sam, a werewolf who worked to help others of their kind live as normally as possible.
The house was crammed with just as many books as Dean remembered from back home, though Karen’s influence could be seen in the comparative lack of liquor bottles, and Bobby still wore his trademark baseball cap as he argued over the telephone with a supplier in Japan.
“Bakayarō!” Bobby hung up the phone with an expression of disgust. “Well, my contact Hideki in Shizuoka messed up the customs forms, the idjit, but the last ingredient you need for the counter-curse will still be here two days before the full moon.”
“That’s cutting it close.” Sam’s forehead was scrunched up with worry.
“Slice of pie, anyone?” Karen Singer called from the kitchen, cutting the tension, and Dean eagerly led the charge to the table.
“What’s the full moon transformation like, really?” he asked her after Sam and Bobby had gone off to check the counter-curse and make sure all the other ingredients were in order.
“It’s painful,” Karen admitted, “but thankfully, that part is over quickly. You’ll be a wolf, with all the strength and grace and superior senses that that entails...And all the animalistic urges.”
“So I’ll black out? Lose control? Let me guess, that’s what Bobby built the panic room for.” Dean hid his apprehension behind a casual facade.
Karen shook her head. “No, we use the panic room for werewolves going through detox from the bane.   You may find the wolf difficult to control at first, but the rest of the pack will help you through it. If worst comes to worst, Bobby just won’t let you out of the cage, but I think you’ll be just fine,” she smiled.
“I hope so. So how’d Sam get hooked on this bane, anyway?” Dean asked, changing the subject.
“Long story...And not mine to tell,” Karen shut him down with another gentle smile, her golden eyes glowing with warmth. “The important thing is, he kicked the addiction. He’s a good man, Dean. A good wolf. I know your first priority once the curse is lifted is getting home to your own world, but I hope you’ll stick around for at least a month or two. Even if your first full moon goes smoothly, the pack here can teach you a lot about managing your lycanthropy. You’ll need that, no matter what world you wind up in.”
Dean blinked. When was the last time he’d even seriously thought about returning to his own universe? Weeks, at least. He stood, gathering up the dishes and carrying them to the sink with the familiar ease of years spent treating Bobby Singer’s place like his own home. Dean turned back to Karen as the sink filled with water. “You know, I may just stick around for good,” he said with a slow-growing grin as the idea took root. What was there left for him back home? Everyone he had ever loved back there was dead. And this world’s Sam… Well, this Sam would never be his brother, but maybe, Dean thought, maybe he and this world’s Sam could have something just as close as that relationship, just as good. “Yeah, I just might, if Sammy wouldn’t mind having a partner,” he said, not caring too much how Karen might choose to interpret that.
In fact, Karen looked delighted. “Well, it goes without saying that you and Sam both are always welcome here! No go on, I’ll get those dishes done up.”

“Glad to see you still know your way around under the hood of a car,” Dean quipped as he helped Bobby tune up Sam’s ‘69 Mustang a short while later.
“My dad wasn’t good for much, but he was a decent mechanic,” Bobby shrugged.   “Pass me that socket wrench, would ya?” Both men turned as Sam’s footsteps crunched on the gravel behind them.   Dean immediately noted the sheen of sweat on his upper lip, the lines of tension around those inhuman, golden eyes, and it was obvious that Bobby saw the effects of the curse, too.
“Dean,” Sam said in carefully controlled tones, “can I speak to you for a minute? Alone?”
“There’s an old chartreuse microbus out back,” Bobby offered quickly.
“A what?” Dean gave the older man a quizzical look.
“A hippie van. You know, all tricked out with a mattress and—” Bobby shook his head ruefully as the two took off for the back of the lot at top speed. “Ya idjits.”

Sam slammed Dean up against the side of the snot-green VW bus, his fangs grazing Dean’s lips as he kissed him hungrily. Dean opened his mouth eagerly to his not-brother’s questing tongue, moaning into the kiss and grinding his hips up against Sam’s, sparking every nerve with the delicious friction of his denim-clad cock pressed tight against Sam’s hard, straining erection.
“Come on, Sammy,” he panted, fisting his hands in Sam’s plaid shirt and pushing him back, “inside.”
Sam hauled open the back door of the bus and they tumbled inside onto the mattress, hands already busy tearing off one another’s clothes as the door slammed behind them and the old vehicle rocked with the impact. Sam paused for a second, taking in the seventies-era decor, and let out a low whistle.   The windows were blacked out, the walls and ceiling covered in orange shag carpet. There was even a mirrored disco ball suspended from the low ceiling.
He wasn’t distracted for long, though, turning his attention back to Dean as Dean wriggled out of his jeans. Sam yanked them roughly the rest of the way down his legs and pinned him to the mattress with another scorching kiss, sliding his bare cock along Dean’s hot, eager length, stifling his big brother’s lustful whimpers with his tongue thrust into his mouth.
Sam’s thick, glorious cock straining against his own hypersensitive erection drove Dean wild, overwhelming him with the hot, velvety-smooth sensation of Sam’s skin slipping and sliding against his own, both of their big, rowdy cocks already slicked with pre-cum. He shoved the alpha off him, flipping him onto his back on the mattress, quickly shifting position to straddle Sam’s narrow hips and set his own hard, fast, pace, frotting their cocks together in the firm grip of one big, work-calloused hand.
Sam’s golden eyes widened at the unexpected manhandling. Usually he was the one tossing Dean around with the enhanced strength of his lycanthropy. He grinned mischievously up at Dean even as his hips bucked up off the mattress in time to Dean’s insistent stroking. “Only a few days left until the full moon. You’re getting stronger.” His grin broadened, wolfish, highlighting his oversized, wickedly pointed canine teeth. “But I can still take you.”
In an instant, Dean found himself flipped onto his back again. “Bitch,” he teased lightly, grappling with Sam and testing his new-found strength. The two wrestled, a playful contest that didn’t distract either in the slightest from the urgent demands of their eager, aching cocks.
Sam kept the upper hand, and now it was his strong fingers twined around both their erections, stroking them on toward a shared climax. His grin turned wicked as Dean writhed and bucked beneath him, green eyes growing unfocused and the upward thrusts of his hips growing frantic as his orgasm built. Shifting his grip to the base of Dean’s cock, Sam closed his eyes, resting his forehead on Dean’s sweat-damp bicep as his first orgasm convulsed him with a shudder, spilling its first, phantom load onto Dean’s tight abs and rock-hard cock.
“No, Sammy… No…” Dean growled, protesting his not-brother’s tight grip around the base of his cock, holding him back from his own release.
Sam let out a growl of his own, a deep sound of pure satisfaction as he rode out his climax, teasing Dean’s aching cock with the sweet friction of every hot pulse. “Shh… You’ll get to come, baby, but not until I’m knotted inside you.”   He drew back, only releasing the omega’s straining erection after Dean huffed out an aggrieved sigh of acquiescence.   “Sooner you flip over and spread that ass for me like a good boy, the sooner you’ll get yours,” Sam taunted.
“Bitch,” Dean groaned, but Sam didn’t have to tell him twice.   In an instant Dean was face-down on the mattress on his knees, ass canted high in the air, both hands spreading his cheeks wide for his maddeningly domineering little not-brother.
“That’s better, jerk…”
Sam’s words trailed off into an incoherent moan of appreciation at the sight of Dean’s puckered pink hole on wanton display, and Dean’s face flushed with a mix of pleasure and humiliation. “What are you waiting for?” he growled.
“Bossy, bossy.” Sam reached between Dean’s legs. Those big balls of his were too tantalizing to resist. He rolled them between his fingers, stroking each heavy orb until Dean’s growls turned to submissive whimpers. Sam keep on tugging them as he lubed up two fingers, thrusting and scissoring them into Dean’s ass mercilessly.    “You look so good, baby, all hot and bothered, desperate for my cock,” Sam crooned, and reached further between his legs, running the cursed silver ring up the underside of Dean’s straining shaft.
The contact drove Dean wild with pleasure, even as the touch of the ring left a lingering trail of heat that blurred the border between pleasure and pain. “Fuck me, Sam,” he pleaded in a low baritone broken with lust. “Want to feel you come inside me.”
Sam gripped Dean’s hips and thrust into him with a deep, possessive growl. The full moon was exerting its influence on Sam, too. There was nothing more he wanted at that moment than to claim his mate, take complete possession of him and fill him to the hilt with rope after rope of white-hot cum…
And the big alpha generally got exactly what he wanted. Another deep, satisfying thrust, and then another, and Dean howled in ecstasy as Sam began to come and he felt his brother’s cock shift inside him, knotting, stretching him tight to accommodate every hot, horny inch as Sam let out his own deep-throated howl of pure gratification. Dean followed immediately, balls tightening and cock arching against his taut belly as it pulsed its own release in time with Sam’s cock pumping its first creamy load into him.
They came for long, endless moments, vision blacking out except for white-hot sparks of pure pleasure that burst behind their eyelids. Dean sighed as he finally felt Sam lift him upright, pulling him back to lean against his broad, muscular chest as the last few spasms of their shared climax shuddered through them.   Dean’s legs trembled and his head lolled back on Sam’s shoulder, but he shifted obediently, rousing himself to milk Sam’s cock until the alpha was finally fully satisfied.
“Not just yet.” Dean felt a gentle kiss against his temple as Sam wrapped his arms around him, supporting his weight easily. “I just want to hold you for a while, first,” he murmured drowsily, “feel us tied together.”
Dean grinned lazily. He felt comfortable and sated (for now) and fully content to lounge in Sam’s arms with Sam’s cock knotted balls-deep in his ass. “Yeah… Gonna stay right here with you, Sam. Always.”
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