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Deal Breaker, part 3/?
Author: Johnnyjosh
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: 18+
Pairing: Dean/Sam
Beta: BehrBeMine, thanks also
to Zab Jade for encouragement and support!
Spoilers: Season 2/3
Disclaimer: I don�t own
Supernatural or its characters, and am making no money from this.
Warnings and Notes:
WARNING-HET SEX (sort of�), this chapter only.�
Wincest, eventual non-con, bondage, language and violence.� OOC, totally and completely AU by this point
XD, General Weirdness.
Additional Notes: Don�t
expect much in the way of Season 3 canon; I have no clue where the Krypkeeper�s
going with all this XD.
Summary:� Sometimes to beat one kind of evil, you have
to join forces with another��

~~oOo~~

Sam
groaned and opened his eyes slowly when he felt the Impala come to a stop once
again.� �Dean?� What�� He blinked and scrubbed a hand over his face, taking a
moment to remember that they�d been heading for a nearby motel.� �Oh yeah,� he murmured, flinching as he
tried to sit up straight in his seat, the injuries he�d sustained having a
chance to stiffen up after the two brief stints of sitting in the car.�

�Glad
you�re back with us,� Dean said, shooting his younger brother a sidelong glance
as he opened his door.� �Means I don�t
have to carry you to our room like some girl on her honeymoon.�� He grinned at the scowl Sam directed at him,
snickering as he got out of the car and made his way to the office.�

�Jerk!�
Sam shot back.� He opened his own door
and swung his legs out slowly, steeling himself for the pain he knew would come
with standing up.� He closed his eyes
and heaved a put-upon sigh at the faint �Bitch� that came from up ahead, trying
to keep away the slight smile that tugged at the corners of his lips.� With a wince Sam slowly stood up and
straightened, one hand brushing lightly over his ribs.� He closed his eyes tightly and took a few
slow breaths then, once the worst of the pain passed, he opened the back door,
slowly bending down to pull his bag out of the back seat.�

Hazel
eyes narrowed as Sam thought about the creature currently hitching a ride in
his body, wondering just how all this was going to play out, when her true
motivations would be revealed, and what exactly she was really after.� He gasped softly when she stirred within
him, seemingly roused just by his thoughts about her.� �Don�t start,� Sam muttered, closing his eyes and sagging against
the side of the Impala when she seemed to settle back into her slumber.� He gently pulled the strap of the bag up
over his right shoulder, then slammed the door and turned toward the office,
giving Dean a faint smile as the older man strode toward him.�

�You�re
in luck,� Dean drew up beside the younger man, smirking at him.� �I managed to get a ground floor room, last
one in fact, so you don�t have to climb more stairs.�� He turned his head and pointed to a steep staircase leading up to
the second floor, and chuckled quietly at Sam�s sigh of relief.� �Come on, man, let�s get you cleaned up,�
Dean murmured, giving Sam a faintly disgusted look.� �You reek.��

�Well,
you�re not exactly springtime fresh yourself.� Sam groused, slanting a look at
his older brother.� He scowled at Dean�s
laugh, and then started toward the motel, still moving slowly.� He heard the sounds of Dean retrieving the
snacks and beer, followed by the sound of the car door being slammed.� By the time he reached the small set of
steps leading up to the walkway, the other man had drawn up beside him.�

�How
you feelin�?� Dean asked quietly, noticing Sam�s tight grip on the rail as he
ascended the stairs.�

�Like
crap,� Sam answered honestly, too worn-out to even attempt to put up a brave
front at the moment.� He sighed quietly
at the worry that crept into Dean�s expression, and quickly amended his answer.� �But it�s nothing a hot shower, some food
and a good night�s rest won�t cure.��

�Got
it covered,� Dean smiled and nodded, one hand settling on Sam�s shoulder as he
nodded toward the closest room door.�
�Let�s get you fixed up.��

Sam
returned the smile, relieved when Dean seemed to visibly relax once given
something to do, a tangible way to help him.�
He averted his face, brow furrowed as he followed Dean into the room,
suddenly reminded of the demon�s observations about Dean, and the older man�s
compulsive drive to keep him safe.

�Hey,�
the soft voice snapped Sam out of his thoughts, and he turned, slightly
startled, toward his brother.�

Dean
tilted his head, green eyes narrowed slightly as he noticed that Sam was once
again acting very distracted.� The older
man had been so concerned with Sam�s safety and getting them away from the
police that he hadn�t had time to process everything that had happened.� However, now that the drama was over,
questions were surfacing in his mind��
�Go take your shower, I�ll dish out some grub, then you can climb into
bed, okay?��

�Yeah,
okay,� Sam nodded slowly, then shuffled off toward the bathroom, shoulders
slumped, looking sore and weary.� He
closed the bathroom door, then leaned back heavily against it, dragging one
hand through his hair with a sigh.�

Two
things.� The demon�s voice made Sam jump, hazel eyes
popping open wide.� First,
you�ve got to save the angsty introspection for later, and second, I�m going to
have to remember to limit our interaction to when we�re out of super-brother
dearest�s sight.

What
are you talking about? Sam frowned, moving over to stand in front of the mirror, as he found
it extremely disconcerting to communicate with someone he couldn�t see.�

I
mean he�s starting to suspect something�s wrong, she snapped, her reflection
appearing directly in front of Sam�s, her petite frame dwarfed by his much
taller one.� The demon folded slender
arms across her chest and glared up at Sam petulantly.� I can see the questions starting to form
in that normally dirty mind of his, and I don�t like it.� I suspect he may have seen more than he
should have back in the woods, and if we�re not careful, he may come to the
conclusion that you are, in fact, possessed.� Her dark eyes narrowed, her expression turning hard and
cold.� You know what will have to
happen then.

Sam
glared at her, figuring he knew part of the answer.� He�d been secretly hoping that Dean would figure it out and take
the appropriate measures, but now it seemed he�d found one of the little
�clauses� in this deal. He�ll come after you, try to exorcise you.� And let me guess, if he does, the deal�s
off?

That�s right, Sammy, the demon said, nodding slowly.� If he
figures us out and tries to get rid of me, all bets are off, and all the
benefits offered are cancelled out.�
I�ll take whichever of you I can, and things will turn very, very
ugly.� So I suggest you start acting
like what passes as normal for you, got it?

Fine,
then you�d better stop distracting me with needless chatter when he�s around,
got it? Sam
snapped back, wishing he could reach out and throttle the demon.�

The
demon huffed, then gave a jerky nod of her head.� Very well then.�
Her reflection faded for a moment, then reappeared.� On second thought, maybe I�d best take a
little precaution in case he does decide to try and get rid of me� she
smirked, Sam�s eyes changing as she abruptly took full control.�

~~oOo~~

Dean
sat down on the bed once the bathroom door was closed, opening the bag of food
and setting chips, sandwiches and some candy bars out on the table.� Once that was done, he set one bottle of
beer out for each of them, then lay back on the bed, eyes closed, arms folded
beneath his head as he recalled the scene he�d stumbled onto in the woods.

�The thing Dean remembered most vividly was
his own terror when he�d spotted Sam sprawled beneath the demon, twitching,
feet drumming on the ground as he alternately clawed the ground and lifted his
arms to beat at the creature.� He heard
his own voice screaming his brother�s name, then recalled the way Sam had gone
still, before the demon went limp and fell off of him.�� He�d seen the black fog pour out of the
body, and for a split second had wondered if it was going to take possession of
Sam.�

Green
eyes opened slowly as Dean shook his head.�
�No,� he murmured to himself, sitting up and frowning.� �She wouldn�t want him, even for just a
little while, she�d want a female body.��
He turned his head, gazing at the bathroom door, his expression
puzzled.� Then why the hell are you
so quiet Sammy?� Dean bit gently at
his lower lip, then got up and snagged a beer from the table.� He opened it and took a deep drink, then
lowered the bottle and tilted his head, a thought occurring to him.� Was Sam feeling guilty about finishing off
the host?�

Dean
had to admit, he�d become a little worried about the sudden cold streak Sam had
developed with regards to hunting.� The
younger man had begun to show a distressing lack of remorse when it came to
dispatching dark creatures, or more specifically their human hosts, which
contrasted sharply with his usually gentle nature.� As much as Dean hated to see Sam agonizing over things, the
younger man showing emotions, particularly his usual angst after having to kill
a human, was a welcome change.�

~~oOo~~

Meanwhile
in the bathroom, Sam felt as if he�d swam up through a deep pool of black water
and finally broken the surface, regaining control of himself with a loud
gasp.� He stumbled away from the door,
going down on one knee, one hand flung out to grip the edge of the sink in
front of him.� His eyes widened as he
looked down, realizing he was no longer fully clothed; he only had a pair of
briefs and socks on now.� �What the
hell?� He cried out, startled at this bizarre turn of events.� �Crazy bitch,� he muttered, forcing himself
to his feet, before tugging off his remaining clothes and wrapping a towel
around his waist.� �What the fuck did
you do to me?� Sam hissed, glaring into the mirror.� For once, there was no response from the demon, which only served
to heighten his unease.� �Answer me,
now!� He growled, glaring at the mirror.�
Again, he was met with silence.�

Sam
closed his eyes, trying to feel for the creature�s presence, but met only
stillness, which he surmised meant that whatever she�d done, it had worn her
out.� He remembered her last words
before taking control, and a sickening thought occurred to him.� With a soft sound Sam opened his eyes and
started giving himself a quick once-over in the mirror, looking for a binding
ring.�

Dean
jerked upright, eyes widening slightly as he heard muffled sounds and curses
behind the door.� He rose from the bed
and quickly crossed the room, hand reaching for the doorknob.� �Sammy, you alright?� he asked, knocking
quietly before he began to turn the knob.�

Sam
swallowed hard and pressed one palm against the door, holding it shut.� �Yeah, I�m fine,� he answered, wincing
slightly at the strained quality of his voice.�
�I just�tripped on these stupid mats.�
I�m okay, just getting into the shower now.��

Dean
frowned, tilting his head and repeating the word �mats� silently.� �Alright, well, hurry up in there,� he said,
turning away from the door.� �I want to
check you over once more before you go to sleep, make sure there�s nothing that
needs patching up.�� With a sigh Dean
pushed away from the door, dropping down onto the nearest bed and reaching for
his beer.� He gave a small, barely
audible sigh of relief when he heard the water running, shaking his head
slowly.� �What the hell�s goin� on in
that head of yours, Sam?�� The elder
Winchester sat up and scowled, snatching up the remote and turning on the TV.

In
the shower, Sam lathered himself up slowly, taking the opportunity to give
himself another thorough examination.�
�Oh great,� Sam muttered, finding the mark set on his inner right thigh,
dangerously close to his groin.� �We are
NOT burning that one�� He sighed as his fingers traced over the mark left by
Meg�s binding ring on his forearm, and the burn Bobby had inflicted in order to
break it so she could be exorcised.�� He
wondered if Dean would catch onto what was happening in time, and manage to
find a way to get rid of her.� Sam
shuddered to think of what horrors she would put Dean through if she managed to
take possession of him, or worse, if she used Sam�s body against Dean and managed
to escape.� He didn�t exactly relish the
thought of losing a week or more of his life, ending up as yet another demon�s
puppet.��

Meg
just used me to kill, this one would do a lot worse than that� Sam thought, closing his
eyes and sighing heavily. �Wait a
minute� He narrowed his eyes, then shut off the water and grabbed his
towel, wrapping it tightly around his waist.�
She probably used up the last of her reserves to make the ring.� She�s dormant for now, until she can feed
again! Sam shook his head, chuckling at his own stupidity as he prepared to
march out of the room and tell Dean everything.� He hoped with every fiber of his being that Dean would be able to
break the ring, and exorcise her before she could take him over again.� Just as he pulled open the door, Sam felt a
faint flutter inside, and narrowed his eyes, trying to keep the weakened demon
from rousing herself enough to keep him from talking.

Dean
blinked and sat up straighter as the door to the bathroom slammed open and his
brother called out for him. �Sam?� He frowned, quickly standing up while the
younger man took one step toward him, then froze.� �What�s wrong?� Dean took a few hesitant steps forward, then
paused when Sam�s expression suddenly shifted, going from angry to frightened to
simply blank, before the taller man sagged and leaned heavily against the
doorframe.� �Sam!� Dean rushed forward,
setting his hands on the other man�s shoulders and giving him a gentle shake.�

A
smirk twisted Sam�s lips, and one large hand came up to cup Dean�s cheek.� When he lifted his head, Sam�s eyes were no
longer hazel; they were that awful shade of orange Dean already knew too
well.� �I�m sorry,� Sam�s voice was
deceptively soft and light, while his hand slipped down to Dean�s throat,
gripping suddenly.� �But Sam�s not
available right now.� He wanted to give
you a message, but all outgoing calls are currently being screened.��

Green
eyes widened as Dean�s air supply was abruptly cut off, the older man making a
few choked sounds before he was forcefully pushed back into the wall, eyes
nearly rolling back as his head made harsh contact with it.� His hands came up to grip Sam�s wrist
tightly, trying to pry the strong fingers away from his neck, but it was no use.� He started to lash out with his feet and
fists, teeth bared as Sam merely chuckled at his efforts.� His lungs burned and Dean�s head started to
pound, his struggles rapidly growing weaker.�

Just
as his vision began to swim, the pressure on his throat suddenly vanished.� Dean gasped, then coughed harshly.� He stared up at Sam, chest heaving as he
drew in a couple of long, ragged breaths.�
Before he could lash out or try to get away, he was pinned back against
the wall by his brother�s larger frame, the heat and dampness from Sam�s bare,
wet skin seeping into Dean�s clothes.�

�Oh,
don�t be like that, big brother,� the demon taunted, grasping Dean�s wrists in
Sam�s large hands, pinning them roughly over the man�s head.� �Little brother�s hungry, won�t you help him
out?��

Dean
cried out as he felt Sam�s hips rock against him, the other man�s state of
arousal quickly becoming obvious.�
�Sammy,� he rasped, twisting and trying to pull away.� �Fight it!��

�Oh,
but he can�t.�� The smirk on Sam�s face,
coupled with those burning eyes, made for a terrifying sight.� �Neither can you.�� Sam�s free hand cupped Dean�s cheek, forcing him to look up into
those hellfire eyes.� �Relax, Dean,� the
demon murmured, gazing down at him intently.�

Dean
groaned as her words seemed to echo, and he felt himself being drawn into the
demon�s gaze.� Bitch�she�s using mind
control.� Got to fight it, he
thought frantically, but it was no use.�
He couldn�t even jerk his head away when Sam�s fingertips ghosted over
his face, tracing across one cheekbone before skimming down the line of his
jaw.� His eyelids fluttered, then grew
heavy, his head spinning as she took control.�
�Sammy,� he groaned, then closed his eyes, knees buckling as he lost consciousness.�

That�s
right, give in to me, Dean, the demon grinned as the man slumped forward,
catching him easily and carrying him over to the bed.� You�re about to have a very, very good dream.

When
Dean opened his eyes again, it was to the sight of a naked, gorgeous brunette
straddling his waist.� The woman gazed
down at him with cat-like hazel eyes, her short, curly hair framing an impish
face.�

�Hi
there�� He blinked, and then grinned as she gave him a coy smile.� �Hey, don�t be shy, sweetheart,� he said
softly, then groaned as she splayed both hands on his chest, before she leaned
down, lips latching onto his in a hungry kiss.�
Dean whimpered as she broke the kiss and started grinding down against
him, his cock already hard and aching where it was pressed against the crease
of her thigh.� His hands shot out,
gripping her hips as he rocked up slightly, eyes closed, lower lip caught
between his teeth.� �Don�t tease me,
baby,� he growled softly, looking up through the thick fringe of his lashes,
green eyes darkened with need.�

Deft,
quick fingers worked the button of his jeans open, and she slid down his thighs
to undo the zipper.� Those long fingers
then slid into his boxers, wrapping around his cock and stroking slowly, making
Dean pant as he jerked his head back and moaned loudly.�

He
gave a wordless cry of protest as her hand suddenly pulled away.� A smirk settled on his lips a moment later
when the woman curled her fingers in the waistband of his jeans.� Dean canted his hips up, then gasped as she
roughly pulled the jeans and his boxers down.�
�Little impatient, are we?� He murmured, then bit his lip, watching as
she positioned herself over him.�
�Yeah�� Dean groaned, eyes
sliding closed, a shiver running through him as he was engulfed in tight
heat.� His fingers kneaded and stroked
her hips as she gripped his shoulders and rose up, then thrust down hard,
drawing a low moan from him.�

His
hands slid up her sides, stroking gently, then moved to cup her breasts as she
began to move, Dean giving a low murmur of encouragement.� �Feels good,� he said softly, then inhaled
sharply when she started to pick up the pace.�
He lifted his head when the woman leaned down to kiss him, moaning
against her lips, one hand cupping the back of her head.� �Ngh�just like that,� he grunted and jerked
his hips up, watching as she sat up once more, loving the way her body arched
and writhed above him.�

Dean
bared his teeth and panted, trying to match the woman�s pace as she moved
faster, thrusting down hard against him, meeting each buck of his hips.� He arched his neck, sweat beading on his face
as he continued to move.� He knew he
wasn�t going to last long at this pace, but before he could speak she suddenly
threw her head back and climaxed with a hoarse cry, muscles tightening around
him.�

That
was all it took to send him over the edge with a guttural cry of his own.� His hands dropped down to settle on her
thighs, fingers digging into the soft, tan flesh so hard he was sure there
would be bruises.�� He gave one last
hard thrust and when he came Dean felt, just for a split second, as if she were
draining more from him than just his seed.�
Then he collapsed onto the bed, breath harsh and ragged as he stared up
at her, spent, his eyelids growing heavy.�
He tried to speak, but the words were lost as he tumbled into an
exhausted sleep.

It was six hours later
when Dean finally woke up, the morning light trying to force its way through
the heavy curtains.� He groaned and
stretched, a smile tilting his still-swollen lips, as the memories of his
�dream� were still fresh in his mind.�
He inhaled deeply, arms over his head, and frowned when he swore he
could smell the musky odor of sex.�
Green eyes suddenly snapped wide open as Dean realized he was feeling a
slight chill in a rather�intimate place, and his jeans didn�t seem to be
sitting quite right.� �What the�?��

With a gasp he glanced
down, cursing under his breath as he saw the state of his clothes.� �Son of a bitch!� He swore, then quickly
pulled up his pants, wincing as he realized he was a little�sensitive.� �That can�t be good,� he muttered, sitting
up and swinging his legs over the side of the bed.�

He
froze at the sight that greeted him.�

Sam
was sprawled on his own bed, naked except for the towel draped over one thigh,
long arms and legs splayed and dangling over the sides of the too-small
bed.�

�Sam?�
Dean rose to his feet, leaning over and setting a hand on his brother�s
shoulder, shaking him gently.� �Sammy,
wake up!��

"Mm..."
Sam stirred and stretched, then winced, bending his legs and turning onto his
side.� "Ow...," he murmured,
then looked up at Dean with wide eyes.�
"Dean?" Oh God, Dean� he thought, as the
memories came flooding back.�

The last thing he remembered was opening the bathroom
door, fully prepared to march out and tell Dean everything, and try to help him
get rid of the demon while she was incapacitated.� He realized he�d made a grave error, sorely underestimating her
when he felt her power surging inside him, wresting control away once again.�

Next thing Sam knew, Dean was flat on his back on one of
the twin beds, and Sam was straddling his waist, kissing him senseless while
his hands roamed over his older brother�s chest.� Sam realized it wasn�t him Dean was seeing; the demon must have
hypnotized him somehow.� He railed and
fought against the demon, powerless to stop what his body was doing, growing
angrier by the second when she refused to even acknowledge his struggles and
vehement protests.

Sam, you�re distracting me, the demon finally said
with infuriating smugness as she yanked down Dean�s jeans, then raised Sam�s
hand, two fingers sliding past his lips.�

No, don�t do this, not to Dean!� You can�t feed from him like this! Sam
protested, as the demon pulled the spit-slicked fingers away, reaching
down.� He would have gasped had he been
able when he felt those fingers pressing into him one at a time, stretching
gently.�

I need to feed, properly,� now.� This is the gentlest
way.� If I do what I did to that cop,
I�d put Dean in a coma.�� The demon
countered, positioning Sam over Dean�s length, one hand cupping the older man�s
face as the other wrapped around the base of his brother�s shaft.�

Sam would have protested further, but fell silent at the
stretching, burning pain as he slid down Dean�s length, muscles tightening,
protesting the intrusion.� He heard the
moan falling from his own lips, and would have blushed at the sound, not to
mention the fact that Dean�s answering groan did things to him that�it really
shouldn�t have.�

Stop it� Sam protested again when he felt his
hands slide up, gripping Dean�s shoulders.�
He felt his hips lifting, then tried to cry out as they drove back down
again, forcing Dean�s cock in deep.� He
was shocked when he realized the cry had actually made it past his lips.

Oh no, I don�t think so, the demon�s answer was
downright smarmy.� We�re just getting
started.�

Sam was helpless to stop her as his hips started to move,
slowly at first, then with more force as he began to ride Dean hard.� Sweat glistened on his skin, breath coming
in harsh gasps and pants from the effort.�
He was forced to lean down and kiss Dean again, teeth clicking, tongues
brushing before Sam pulled away, sitting up and then leaning back a bit.�

Mm, been awhile since I was forced to inhabit a male,
now where is that�the demon mused, tilting Sam�s hips slightly.��

A keening sound fell from Sam�s lips as Dean�s length
brushed something inside that nearly had him seeing stars.�

That�s it.�
Enjoy it,� she urged, forcing
one of his hands down and making Sam stroke himself to completion as he
continued to move atop his brother.

He came with a hoarse cry, hips still jerking, muscles
clenched as he trembled, free hand braced on Dean�s chest to keep himself
balanced.� He felt his brother�s last
hard, uneven thrusts, and shivered at the deep, erotic growl/moan that was torn
from Dean�s throat as the other man climaxed.

Sam stared down helplessly as his brother�s eyelids
fluttered, then closed, the other man immediately falling asleep.� Just how much did you take from him? Sam
demanded, as the demon urged him to slowly pull up and away from Dean.� He staggered off the bed and collapsed onto
the other one.�� Not very much, if
I�m feeling this tired� he mused, his own eyes closing as he too started to
drift off.�

You�d be surprised, but it�s nothing he won�t regain
with a few hours sleep, the demon answered, sounding pleased.� Now rest, you need it.� I can�t be expending all the energy I
collect trying to move your overgrown ass around.��

Dean
sighed heavily and sat down on the edge of the bed, ignoring Sam�s state of
undress.� " Sam, I think...we
screwed up.� We didn't kill the
demon," he murmured, dragging one hand down his face, "and I think
it's after us now.� Trouble is how did
it manage to knock both of us out, and drain us?� Usually these things just focus on one victim." He gave Sam
a wary look.� "You don't
think...these things can travel in pairs do you?"�

Sam
shifted on the bed, wincing again as pain radiated from his backside.� He glanced up at Dean and felt bile rising
in his throat.� You bitch! He
cursed inwardly, feeling hate welling inside him toward the demon.� You said you wouldn't hurt anyone!

And
I didn't,
the demon answered smugly.� I just
took a bit of energy from Dean, and a bit from you.� Frankly the sexual energy you two generate is incredible.� I could easily feed off you two for months
with barely any effect on either of you.�
Not that I intend to stay here that long�� I�m not much for being male.

I
guess your deal really was worthless, which means I can send you packing! Sam's brows drew together
as he scowled angrily. You said part of the deal was that you wouldn't force
me into that.

I
said I wouldn't force you to have sex with anyone you didn't want on your own. Sam could feel the demon's
mental smirk.� But we both know
you�ve always wanted Dean somewhere in those dark, twisted corners of your
mind.� Therefore I stayed well within
the parameters of our arrangement.�

Sam
was snapped out of his internal argument when Dean's hand rested on his bare
shoulder.� He looked up, surprised, then
regained his composure.� "N...no, I
don't think these things would travel in pairs, too much competition," he
said lamely.� "I think it must have
gotten to me first, because let's face it, I'm still wiped out from
earlier."�

Dean
nodded, then dragged a hand down his face.�
�Alright, first thing�s first, let�s try and seal off the room, lay some
traps.� I want this thing caught and
sent back to hell, tonight.��

To
Be Continued�

I
knew it! << I knew she was up to something.� Mind you, I guess technically she�s right, she didn�t break the
deal if Sam already wanted Dean, which we all know he does� XD
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