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Title:
Bittersweet Reunion Part IV
Author:
Darkestangel
Summary: �John recalls Sam�s departure for Stanford
Author�s Website: www.darknessprevails.com
Comments: darkestangel@darknessprevails.com
Archive: Yes, to
Supernatural archive, yes to others with permission
Warnings: WINCEST, coerced sex, mention of underage sex, dark
themes, a manipulating John

Pairing: Dean/John
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: set in Salvation
Disclaimer:
Supernatural belongs to Warner Bros., Wonderland Sound and Vision, McG, Eric
Kripke, and Robert Singer. I am only borrowing their characters for my own
personal pleasure and no permanent harm will come to them.
Author�s Notes:
1. I tend to write dark stories and this one is no
exception.
2. These are missing scenes from Salvation. There are
exact quotes of dialogue from the episode used throughout this installment to
help build the emotion and back-story of John and Dean�s sexual relationship.
3. You definitely need to read Bittersweet
Reunion Part I-III before reading this installment.
4. Flashbacks and inner voices are in italics.

**************************************************************
Salvation, Iowa

Dean drove up
behind the truck watching his father and brother messing with the weapons
hidden in the bed of the truck and got out of the Impala. �Did you get it,�
John asked as Dean approached.

Dean took the
brown paper bag out of his jacket and handed it over to his father, �You know
this is a trap don�t you? That�s why Meg wants you come alone.�

John took the
fake Colt out of the bag pleased with Dean�s purchase, �I can handle her. I
have a whole arsenal loaded for her.�

Dean looked at
his father with tears threatening to fall. �Dad,� he asked softly.

�What,� John
asked quietly.

�Promise me
something,� Dean begged.

John attempted
to swallow down the emotions he felt threatening to escape, �What�s that?�

Dean licked his
lips nervously, �If this thing goes south, just get the hell out. Don�t get
yourself killed. You�re no good to us dead.�

John smiled
softly, �Same goes for you.� He fought back the tears he felt burning in his
eyes, �Listen to me. They made the bullets special for this Colt, only four of
them left. Without them, the gun is useless. You make every shot count.�

Sam watched the
exchange between his brother and father oblivious to the real emotional
conflict underneath the surface. �Yes Sir.�

John looked back
and forth between his sons resting his hand on Sam�s shoulder, �Been waiting a
long time for this fight, now it�s here, and I�m not going to be a part of it.
It�s up to you two boys now. It�s your fight. You finish it.� John looked
directly at Dean. �You finish what I started. You understand,� he asked handing
Dean the real Colt.

Awkward silence
followed, things needed to be said but instead they were kept in the silence of
their hearts. �Yes Sir,� Sam finally reassured his father.

John waited for
Dean to verbalize his understanding but he knew that Dean understood the
importance of the Colt, so he gave one last smile towards Dean and walked
towards the front of the truck.

******************************************

Lincoln, Iowa

John anxiously stared at the warehouse where he was to
meet Meg. It had taken him nearly twelve hours to reach his destination, and he
wanted nothing more than to kill the bitch and go back to Salvation to be with
his sons when they faced the demon that had killed Mary twenty-three years ago.
He wanted the demon vanquished or dead, and he wanted his sons to get on with
their lives. Before the demon had destroyed his family, John�s world revolved
around Mary and his kids. Like any father, John wanted nothing but the best for
both sons, and he knew that Sam would make a great lawyer, settle down with a
pretty young wife, and give him grandchildren that John would try his hardest
not to screw up. John knew that Sam was the true intellect of the family, its
restless spirit that wanted more in life than hunting and killing supernatural
beings, and John wanted nothing more than for Sam to have the life he so longed
for when he went off to Stanford five years earlier.

John reached for the brown paper bag sitting in the
passenger seat, took out the fake Colt, and ran his hand over its long shiny
barrel. He thought of the last conversation he had with Dean in Salvation and
frowned. He had been the world�s shittest father to his eldest son; emotional
neglect, molestation, sodomy, manipulation, just to name a few of his crimes,
and yet, Dean still forgave him for every single transgression. He was amazed
by the lack of self-respect Dean possessed, but John knew that it was his fault
that his son had turned out the way he had; scared of emotional entanglement
with strangers, possessing false bravado, and a willingness to do anything for
his father�s affection and acceptance. John wasn�t sure what he wanted for Dean
once the demon was gone. John had admitted that he wanted Dean to have a home
back in Salvation in the motel room, but the real question was would Dean live
there alone, with a woman, or with his father? Was he really willing or able to
give Dean up to the world of normalcy, or would he keep Dean closed off from
what others called normal and keep him in a world of abnormality and pain? John
knew that Dean was the forgiver of the family, its breaking heart that wanted
nothing more than to be loved and accepted, and John had done everything in his
power over the last ten years to control Dean�s emotional state, giving only
when absolutely necessary but taking all he could get whenever he could get it
from Dean.

John carefully stuck the Colt into the back of his pants
and got out of the truck making his way towards the warehouse. As he prepared
his tricks and treats for Meg; including the Holy Water blessing of the water
shed, John couldn�t help but to think that it was ironic that the Holy Water
didn�t burn him as much as it did demons and other evil beings. Surely, a man
who would willingly and purposely destroy the life of his own son would be seen
as unholy and tainted by God; yet, God gave him the power to bless water in His
name for the purpose of injuring and scorching the flesh of impure and ungodly
creatures. John knew that his well deserved punishment for actions against Dean
would be severe when God saw it appropriate to administer the punishment, but
part of John felt that he had already been punished for the last twenty-three
years, and he hoped that God would take that into consideration when the time
came for his final judgment. John�s life had been irrevocably changed on November 2, 1983
with Mary�s death, and he felt he had been living in Hell ever since. John had
dragged his two sons on his crusade to find and kill the demon that had
destroyed his life and he had not known one moment of true happiness since
before that night. Dean�s caresses and warm body gave John physical pleasure, a
sense of control and power, and yet, a devastating force of guilt that
constantly ate away at his very core. John knew that he was the ruiner of the
family, its destructive soul and center that destroyed everything and everyone
around it, and John had become complacent and accepting of his role in the
family, despite the irreversible damage he was doing to Dean.

******************************************

John stared in alarm as Meg recovered from the gun shot
to her chest. He looked over at the male demon who was still holding the
smoking gun that he had used on Meg and realized that his plan had rapidly
fallen apart, and he was trapped alone with two pissed off demons in a
warehouse in the middle of nowhere.

The male demon took a final look at the gun in disgust
and threw it across the floor, �It�s a fake!�

Meg looked at the gaping wound on her chest and then
turned to John, �You�re dead John. Your boys are dead.�

John shrugged his shoulders in denial and began walking
backwards, �I never used the gun, how could I know it wouldn�t work?�

�Meg took a step
forward looking fiercely at the inept human, �I am so not in the mood for this,
I�ve just been shot!�

John felt the corners of his mouth twitching towards a
smile, �Well then, I guess you�re lucky the gun wasn�t real.�

Meg�s head twitched in anger, �That�s funny John. We�re
going to strip the skin from your bones, but that was funny.�

John turned around and ran frantically down the corridor
hoping that he could distract the two demons long enough for Sam and Dean to
kill the demon in Salvation with the real Colt. He began turning on water
valves along his path knowing that the demons would be unable to pass. As he released
the water from the final valve, the two demons froze in suspicion but were unaware
of what John had hoped to gain from the release of the water.

The male demon stepped forward, standing in the blessed
water, watching in confusion as his feet began to smoke and burn. Sounds of
pain come from the male demon and John smiled looking directly at Meg full of
pride at his smart thinking.

�Holy Water John�real cute,� Meg wryly commented as she
watched the human head towards the outside hoping to escape in his truck.

John ran hastily outside took one look at his truck and
saw the tires flattened. He had not foreseen that possibility and sighed
heavily in defeat before looking around for a better route of escape. As he
turned the corner on the warehouse, he reached for his phone but found his grip
on the phone lost as he was thrown against the side of the brick warehouse by
an unseen force. He grimaced in pain as his body was easily lifted off the
ground and his back was scraped up against the brick wall.

John watched as the male demon turned the corner and
approached him smiling, �Is that the best you can do?�

�Put me down and I�ll show you,� John remarked looking
down at the demon unable to move.

�Hope your boys are more challenging,� the demon teased.

�Leave them out of this,� John begged.

�And why exactly would I do that,� the demon asked as he
snapped John�s neck forward and slammed his head back up against the wall. He
released John�s limp body and stared down at the unconscious body in disdain,
�Tell me again why we�re not killing him?�

Meg turned the corner, looked over at John in amusement,
and picked up the discarded cell phone, �You know that Father wants to play
with Papa Winchester
and his boys so stop analyzing his orders and do your job.�

While Meg watched her brother place John Winchester over
his shoulder and carry the human towards their car, John�s cell phone rang. She
took a look at the called ID, saw Dean�s name, and answered the phone, �You�re
never going to see your father again��

******************************************

Sunday, August
25, 2001-10 AM
Bisbee, Arizona

John stared down at
the piece of paper in his hand, an acceptance letter from Stanford that he had
found two months earlier in Sam�s duffle bag and wondered if and when Sam was
ever going to tell him about his future plans for college. Sam had graduated
from Bisbee High School in May of that year and he and the boys had
been busy hunting ever since. John had promised Sam that his Senior Year in
High School would be spent at one school and he had kept his promise. John had
not been able to manage the same feat for Dean, who had changed schools three
times in his last year of school; barely squeaking by with enough credits to
graduate. He had made a promise to himself that he would not do that to Sam who
strived to do well in school, unlike his eldest son, and who seemed determined
to succeed in the normal world.

The Stanford
Acceptance was not a complete shock to John. He knew that Sam had the grades
and test scores to get into a college like Stanford, and Sam had hinted more
than once that he didn�t want the hunt to be the only thing in his life, but
John had assumed that Sam would wait to fulfill his life desires until the
demon who had killed his mother was destroyed. John had managed to keep Dean on
his crusade with questionable methods and he wasn�t ready to let Sam go either.
He knew that he didn�t want to use the same method with Sam that he had with
Dean to keep him in the �family business�, but he knew that school would be
starting soon and it was only a matter of time before Sam came clean with him
and told him of his plans to attend Stanford. John stuffed the letter back into
Sam�s bag, closed the lid to the washing machine, and pushed start on a load of
clothes that Sam had left for him or Dean to do filled with uncertainty and
dread.

As he walked into
the living room of the rented house, he saw Sam and Dean playing Grand Theft
Auto on the Playstation 2 system that Dean had bought himself months earlier.
John didn�t want to think how the boy had gotten the two hundred dollars to buy
the system, it was probably poker or pool, because his boy sure could hustle
anyone out of money when he his set his mind to it.

�Take that you
purse snatching fucker,� Dean yelled as he went all vigilante on an
unsuspecting criminal in his stolen cop car.

�Dude, you have got
to stop beating up the criminals and go get that prostitute instead,� Sam
joked.

�I can get girls
anytime without having to pay for them, besides its fun as hell pistol-whipping
this fucker,� Dean laughed.

�I put a load of
your clothes in the wash for you Sam,� John interrupted sitting down on the
old, worn-out couch.

�Thanks Dad,� Sam
replied keeping his attention on the game.

�Could you turn it
down a bit,� John asked feeling his age as the loud music blared from the
television. John flipped through the sports section of the Sunday newspaper
enjoying a rare relaxing day at home with his boys feeling almost normal,
despite the Stanford Letter, and he smiled in content as he listened to Sam and
Dean argue over which car to highjack. He knew that at any moment the sounds of
happiness could turn to angst or drama, so he cleared his mind of Sam�s future
and instead concentrated on the Diamondback�s score, and thought that maybe
today would be a good day�

***8 Hours Later***

�It�s just college
Dad. It�s not like I�m abandoning my family,� Sam defensively remarked while
playing with his macaroni and cheese.

�When were you
going to tell me about the letter,� John asked. �The day after you arrived at
Stanford?�

�I was just waiting
for the right time to tell you,� Sam replied shamefully.

John looked over at
Dean who seemed content staying out of the conversation, �Did you know about
this? Did you know that Sammy was going to leave us for school, abandon his
family?�

Dean pushed a KFC
chicken tender around on his plate with his fork refusing to look up at his
father, �I found out about a week ago.�

John�s eyebrows
arched in disbelief, �You what,� he exclaimed.

�I told him last
week that I was seriously thinking about going to Stanford,� Sam began trying
to take his father�s temper off of Dean and onto him where it belonged. �I wanted
his advice on what to do and he told me that I should stay until the demon was
killed, and then he would support my decision to go.�

Dean�s head snapped
up and stared intently at Sam, �I didn�t say that.�

�Yes you did Dean,�
Sam lied.

John slammed his
hand down on the kitchen table hard enough to make the plates rattle and the
forks clink, �Don�t lie to me Sam!�

�I told him that he
should go if it would make him happy,� Dean answered truthfully.

John�s nostrils
flared in anger, �Why would you say that, encourage him to leave us?�

Dean looked
directly at his father and smirked, �I know I would if I could.�

John felt a stab of
betrayal at Dean�s words and a knot of fury began to build inside his chest. John
grinded his teeth together for a few moments trying to control his temper
before he did something drastic to one or both his sons, �Sam, if you want to
leave than go ahead, but know that you will not be welcomed back into this
family.�

�I should have
known you would be like this you crazy bastard,� Sam yelled standing up from
the table knocking his chair over in the process. �You�re selfish and you want
us to live your miserable life rather than letting us live our own, but you
can�t see that you�re slowly killing both of us from the inside out because
you�re already dead on the inside.�

John stood up
quickly making his way towards Sam but Dean stood up and blocked his path,
�Dad, please.�

John pointed his
finger harshly at Dean, �You did this to him! You put these ideas into his
head, encouraging him to go to school and to leave us!�

�Dean didn�t do
this to me Dad, you did, because the idea of living here with you any longer
makes me sick,� Sam yelled.

Dean pushed John
away and turned towards his brother, �Sam, would you calm down and stop antagonizing
him?�

�Get out,� John
shouted at his youngest. �Get your stubborn, complaining, whining ass out of my
house!�

�You mean this
year�s house or all of your future houses, and does that include motels, inns,
and cars,� Sam asked sneering.

�Sam,� Dean
pleaded.

John clenched his
fist but resisted hitting his barely eighteen-year old son, �I�m going for a
drive, and when I get back, I want you and your stuff out of my sight for
good.�

�Happily,� Sam
smugly replied.

�Guys, please don�t
do this to each other,� Dean begged. He looked at Sam, �Sammy, please don�t
leave me alone.�

�Come with me,� Sam
replied licking his dry lips. �You can get a job out there�a real job that pays
honest money.�

On impulse, John
grabbed Dean�s shoulders and yanked him backwards towards his chest, �He stays
with me, and you can�t take him away from me.�

Sam shook his head
in disbelief, �He�s not a possession Dad; he�s a person who�s miserable.�

Dean winced from
his father�s bruising grip on his shoulders, �I�m not miserable Sam. Dad�s just
doing what he has to do and I can�t leave him alone to fight.�

�Why is it you
think I deserve to leave this insane crusade, but you can�t realize that you can
leave too,� Sam questioned his older brother.

John�s grip didn�t
falter on Dean�s shoulder, �Dean chooses to stay because he�s loyal to this
family, unlike you.�

�Dean,� Sam probed.
�Is that true, do you think I�m not loyal to this family?� Sam stared at his
brother filled with apprehension and nervous energy hoping for once that Dean
would see past their father�s controlling demeanor and stand up for himself. When
Dean refused to answer the question, Sam sighed in frustration and pushed
himself past his brother and his father, �You two deserve each other, always
fighting the good fight, letting the real world pass you by.�

�Sam, where are you
going,� Dean asked still being held in place by his father.

�Pack, get the hell
out,� Sam replied walking down the hall and slamming his bedroom door closed.

Dean felt his
father�s breath on the back of his neck and knew that the larger man was
radiating with anger, �Please don�t let him leave.�

John leaned in
close to Dean�s ear, �This is your doing, not mine. You told him to leave us.�

�Just for
school�not forever,� Dean explained.

�I don�t want him here
anymore. He�s always getting in the way,� John stated while rubbing his crotch
up against Dean�s ass. Dean jerked away but John held on tightly, �I got to
say, I�m looking forward to having more alone time with the little lady of the house.�

�You fucking
bastard,� Dean hissed.

John released one
of Dean�s shoulders and wrapped it snugly around Dean�s waist, �And I�m afraid
that you won�t be able to walk when I�m through with you tonight.�

�Maybe I should
leave with him,� Dean threatened.

John grabbed the
back of Dean�s neck in a vise grip causing the younger man to wince in pain,
�Don�t fucking threaten me. You know I couldn�t live without you Dean.� He
squeezed tighter on Dean�s neck and smiled when he felt Dean�s knees buckling,
�Do you really want to be responsible for me killing myself? Is that really
what you want to do to me?�

�Dad, please,
you�re hurting me,� Dean pleaded.

�You�re tearing my
fucking heart out of my chest, but you don�t seem to care about my pain, so why
should I care about yours,� John asked through clenched teeth.

Dean fell down to
his knees and pulled forward in an attempt to dislodge his father�s brutal
grip, �I do care about you.�

�No you don�t. You
fucking hate me,� John whispered enjoying the way Dean was squirming on the
floor. He wished Sam was already gone because he wanted nothing more than to be
buried inside Dean�s body. �If you loved me you wouldn�t leave me.�

�I do love you,�
Dean admitted.

�Prove it,� John
demanded suddenly releasing his grip on Dean�s neck. �Tell me you�ll stay with
me.�

Dean rubbed at the
soreness on the back of his neck and looked up at his father who was still
standing, �I�ll stay. I�ll stay as long as you want me.�

�Yeah you will, or
until you find that perfect girl to marry and run off to have kids and leave me
alone to die,� John grumbled.

Dean shook his head
in denial, �I promise. I�ll stay forever if you�ll have me.�

John slowly smiled,
�You can stay as long as you keep me fed, well-sexed, and watch my back in the hunt.�

�I can do that,�
Dean quickly replied desperate to keep his father�s temper in check.

John felt his
desire for Dean escalating and leered suggestively at Dean who was on his
knees, �Oh, and you better not get fat, or I will kick your fat ass out of my
bed.�

Dean wanted to
comment about his father�s own struggles with weight control but instead smiled
sweetly, �I�ll stay thin for you as long as you can still get it up for me.�

John laughed
softly, �Now that won�t ever be a problem.� John reached down and dragged Dean
off the floor and gave him a light kiss on the cheek, �That�s my good boy. Now
why don�t you be a sweetie and clean up this kitchen while I go hurry your
brother up.�

�What,� Dean
squeaked.

John chuckled at
the look of shock on Dean�s face, �I told you I was in a hurry to get him out
of here so I could spend some quality time with that delicious body of yours.�

�You�re fucking
unbelievable,� Dean muttered as he began to pickup the plates from the table.

�John watched as Dean robotically began to
clear the table of the dishes, �Wash the table off good Dean�I�m going to fuck
you on it in a few minutes, and I wouldn�t want you getting Honey Mustard sauce
on your sweet ass; although it would be fun to lick off.� Shocked by his
father�s comments, Dean lost his grip on the dishes and they crashed onto the
table displacing macaroni and cheese, chicken tenders, and corn on the cob onto
the table and into the floor. John grinned at his son�s reaction, �I bet you�re
fucking hard, you�re all anxious for my cock aren�t you? You want it bad don�t
you?�

Dean�s hands
slightly shook and he felt repulsed by the spike of desire he felt in his
groin, �You�re making Sam leave and you�re getting ready to go rush him off,
how could I possibly be excited by your perversion?�

John stepped closer
towards Dean, wrapped his arm around Dean�s waist, and placed his hand on
Dean�s obvious excitement, �I�m a pervert because I want to stuff my cock
inside you, and you�re hard thinking about me stuffing my cock inside you, so
what does that make you?�

�Pathetic,� Dean
whispered as his father�s hand groped at his aching prick making it twitch in
pleasure.

�And horny,� John
added. He unbuckled Dean�s belt, �And willing and able.�

Dean pushed away
from the table with his hand in an attempt to dislodge his father�s firm body
from behind, �Don�t�please wait until Sam is gone.�

John licked Dean�s
earlobe slowly, �And so fucking easy, aren�t you?� John unbuttoned Dean�s
jeans, �You�re Daddy�s pretty eager slut, aren�t you?� His hand unzipped Dean�s
jeans and made its way inside Dean�s boxers gripping the hard column of flesh,
�And, you�re a fucking cock tease at times, but I certainly enjoy playing with
you.�

Dean�s entire body
trembled as his father worked his cock into a heated frenzy, �Please wait�umm,
Dad please.�

�Please what Dean,�
John asked as he continued to stroke his son expertly.

�Not now,� Dean
begged as his father kissed and licked at his neck like a starving man.

John stopped his
groping and placed his hands on his Dean�s lean hips, �I want you so fucking
bad�want to fuck you hard, so hard that you�ll always remember this day, and
you�ll remember to never ever tell your brother to leave this family again.�

Dean attempted to
turn around in protest, �For the last time, I didn�t tell him to leave us,
he�ll be back.�

John shoved Dean�s
jeans and boxers down to his knees �Lay down on the table.�

�No, please don�t
do this with him in the house,� Dean begged feeling the tears of humiliation
beginning to build in his eyes.

�You better lift
your shirt unless you want spilt macaroni and cheese plastered on you,� John
warned as be began pushing on Dean�s back forcing his torso down towards the
table.

Dean lifted his
T-shirt so that his bare flesh would get the brunt of the mess on the table,
�Why are you doing this when he could come out at any moment?�

John smiled in
satisfaction when he got Dean�s upper body onto the table, �Because it�s
exciting, a little dangerous, don�t you think?�

Dean felt his
father caressing his naked ass and bit back a moan, �It�s humiliating.�

John reached for
the tub of butter sitting on the table and scooped a wad of it out onto his
fingers, �It�s not embarrassing for me.�

�Of course its not,
you�re not the one being held down on a dirty table with his naked ass in the
air and� with his father getting ready to
fuck his� brains out,� Dean exclaimed as
he felt his father�s hands prying his ass apart.

John cruelly
snickered at his son�s predicament, �You know you like it Dean.� John took the
softened butter and rubbed it on Dean�s puckered entrance, �You know you want
my big dick inside you�fucking the cum out of you.� John pushed two of his long
butter-coated fingers inside Dean�s tight heat and twisted and stretched his
fingers apart working his son�s tight hole open, �And I know you�re still hard
as a brick.�

Dean closed his
eyes and chewed on his lower lip as his father did delicious things to his
quivering hole, �Oh fuck that fills so fucking good.� His own cock was trapped
under his stomach but it was hard and leaking from his father�s manipulations.

John licked his
lips and growled at his son�s wanton display, �I�m going to pound this little
hole all night�going to abuse it baby, make you scream for me to stop.�

Dean pushed back on
John�s fingers eager for more action, �What the fuck are you waiting for?�

John softly
laughed, slapped Dean�s ass, and pulled his fingers out of Dean�s body, �Like I
said your Daddy�s pretty eager slut.� John took a look over his shoulder down
the hall to make sure Sam wasn�t coming and shrugged, �Take all your clothes
off.�

Dean pushed himself
off of the table, blushed when he saw his father�s predatory gaze, and began
undressing as quickly as possible, �What if Sam comes in and catches us?�

John unzipped his
pants and pulled at his throbbing prick coating it with butter, �I guess he�ll
get the perfect send off.�

Dean finished
undressing and looked at his father�s who was still dressed but playing with
his thick swollen cock. Dean swallowed hard in excitement, �I�m serious, What
if he��

Without warning,
John shoved Dean backwards forcing his son to sit on the table and he covered
Dean�s protesting mouth with his hand, �Shut the fuck up and lay back.� Dean�s
eyes fluttered in excitement as he laid down on his back, loving the feeling of
his father�s strong hand covering his mouth. He heard a loud whimper coming
from his own mouth when John shoved his jean-clad crotch between his legs and
began encouraging Dean to spread his legs farther apart. �Put your feet on my
shoulders and spread those sweet thighs apart for Daddy,� John demanded not
removing his hand from Dean�s mouth.

Dean frantically
licked at his father�s hand as John worked his cock inside Dean�s hot ass
shoving himself in hard and quick, �Oh God,� Dean mumbled behind John�s hand.

John closed his
eyes and arched his neck backwards as he felt himself slipping past Dean�s
sphincter and into the welcoming warmth of Dean�s body, �You never cease to
amaze me�always so fucking tight.� John opened his eyes and looked down at his
son who was naked and flushed with excitement, �That cock feel good baby?� Dean
nodded eagerly in approval as his sweet hole was pleasured by his father�s
leaking throbbing prick. John wondered briefly what Sam would do or say if he
walked in on the fuck session and smiled, �Probably want to join in on the
fun.�

�Huh,� Dean asked
behind his father�s hand.

John shook his
head, �Never mind baby, just thinking out loud.� John pounded into Dean�s
pliant body like a freight train getting ready to come off its tracks; fast,
hard, and slightly out of control. John�s balls slapped up against Dean�s ass
and he knew that Sam and the whole town of Bisbee could hear the sound of flesh
hitting flesh, �Going to fuck that cum out of you boy�you going to give Daddy
some of that tasty jizz, aren�t you?�

Dean grabbed onto
the edge of the table trying to keep his father�s momentum from knocking him
off the other side of the table, and he felt his eyes going into the back of
his head as the impending thrust of pleasure worked its way up his cock, �Give
it to me�fuck the cum out of me!�

John could make out
Dean�s words behind his hand and smiled triumphantly, �That�s it boy, give me
that load�shoot it all over yourself.� John felt Dean�s ass clamp down on his
own dick as Dean exploded all over his golden stomach and chest, �Good
boy�yeah, that�s it, shoot it.� John rubbed his free hand on Dean�s stomach
spreading the creamy cum into Dean�s skin, �You�re so fucking beautiful covered
in spunk�even prettier when you�re filled with it.� John kept eye contact with
Dean as he erupted inside Dean�s velvety walls, �You feel that baby feel
Daddy�s spunk filling you up?� John could hear Dean�s whimpers and moans behind
his hand and knew that his boy was happy and satisfied, �I�m going to fuck you
all night baby, going to fill you up so much with my seed that you�ll be
dripping wet for a week.� John slowed his pumping and released his hand from
Dean�s mouth, �You got anything to say about that?�

Dean shuddered as
his father pulled out of his body and left him feeling empty, �No Sir, not as
long as you lick my swollen hole clean when you�re through using it.�

John moaned and
pulled Dean to his feet, �That�ll be my pleasure, but first you have to get dressed
and get this mess cleaned up.�

Dean gingerly bent
over and picked up his boxers and jeans, �Better not find macaroni and cheese
in my hair or in my ass.�

John zipped up his
jeans and softly laughed, �You know you�d like it you kinky bitch.�

Dean put on his
boxers smiling, �Like father like son.�

John took the
plates off the table leaving Dean to get dressed, �And I am damn proud of it.�

Dean slipped on his
jeans and T-shirt and threw his shoes into the living room, �Not wanting to
ruin the mood or anything but are you really going to kick Sam out?�

John dropped the
plates into the sink a little harder than necessary, �I�m not kicking him out.
He�s choosing to leave us.�

Dean took a napkin
and began picking up the food from the table, �You told him he couldn�t come
back.�

John turned on the
sink and began rinsing off the plates, �And I meant it. I don�t want him back
in my house.�

�It�s just college.
He doesn�t have to leave for good,� Dean began. �He could even come back to
hunt once he�s out of school, maybe on the��

�No, he won�t,� Sam
interrupted. Sam took a long look at his brother refusing to look at his
father, �I�m through hunting Dean, and you could be too if you would just come
with me.

John turned the
water off, wiped his wet hands on the dish towel, and came out of the kitchen
area. �Get out now before you pollute Dean with your normal life bullshit.�

Sam walked towards
the door with all three of his bags hanging from his arms, �It didn�t have to
be like this.� Sam opened the door, �We could have still been a family.�

�Do you need a lift
to the bus depot,� Dean asked stepping towards Sam.

�No, I got Mark
picking me up in just a few minutes,� Sam answered smiling sadly. �I got some
money saved up so I�ll be okay for a while, and luckily the dorms are open to
freshmen this week, so I�ll have a place to stay.�

�Call me when you
get there,� Dean asked hopefully. �Let me know you�re safe.�

�No, he won�t be
calling this house or contacting us in anyway,� John ordered putting his arm
out to stop Dean�s forward movement. �You no longer have a brother, he�s dead
to us.� John turned his back on Sam and waited until he heard the door slam
behind him before looking over at Dean who had tears running down his face,
�You�re not to contact him either, do you understand?�

�Why did you make
him leave,� Dean asked staring at the door.

John grabbed Dean
by both arms and pulled his son close, �Because he tried to turn you against me
and make you leave me.�

�No he didn�t,�
Dean replied.

John pulled Dean
into his arms and hugged him tightly, �No one will ever take you away from me,
and you�re never going to leave me, remember?�

Dean placed his
head on his father�s shoulder, �I�m yours and I always will be.�

John ran his hand
down the back of Dean�s neck affectionately, �That�s my good boy�now, I seem to
recall a request for me to lick your cum-filled hole clean, shall we get
started?�

**********************************

John snapped his eyes open and saw only darkness in the
room, but he could sense that something was in the room with him. John was
shaking from an unnatural coldness. The dream should have made him hot and
bothered but instead he found himself enveloped by a bone-chilling cocoon of
air. He remembered being held up against the wall of the warehouse by the male
demon, and could remember feeling like he was being attacked or invaded by
outside forces, but he had no idea where he was at the moment. He tried to sit
up but found his hands and feet were tied to a bed, �You have got to be kidding
me.�

�I don�t think so,� a male voice whispered from the
darkness.

John�s heart sped up in fear as he felt invisible fingers
on his legs moving up slowly towards his waist. He couldn�t see anything and
swallowed in dread as the fingers made their way up his thighs, �What do you
want?�

�You�ve already given me so much with that little visit
down memory lane,� the voice whispered in his ear.

John yanked his head away from the voice, �What do you
mean?�

John looked down towards his crotch as the invisible
fingers found his hardness and teasingly squeezed, �What�s the matter John? You
don�t like being molested or being held down against your will?�

�Get the hell off of me,� John demanded as the fingers
reached inside his pants and wrapped themselves around his dick. �Don�t touch
me!�

�How many times has he said that to you,� the masculine
voiced hissed in John�s other ear. �How many times has he said no to you and
yet you pressured him until he gave in?�

John felt real panic crawling up his spine as his body
was manipulated by the unseen fingers, �What are you talking about?�

The fingers released John�s cock and resumed their
travels further up John�s chest and neck. Without warning, a heavy weight sat
on John�s stomach and he felt bile rising up his throat threatening to come out
of his mouth, �You know what I mean John. Use that feeble little mind of yours
and figure it out.�

John could smell the putrid odor of evil as the weight
settled heavier onto his stomach. �He felt
the coldness spreading into his brain and into his blood as the fingers rested
on his face, �What are you doing to me?�

The entity forced John�s jaw open with a firm grip, �What
you�ve done to poor Dean all these years�I�m taking away your free will.� John
struggled to get away from the frighteningly strong hand but to no avail. �I
wonder if you�ll hate it as much as he does,� the demon asked inquisitively, �Being
manipulated into doing something that you don�t really want to do�being out of
control.� The lights flickered rapidly on and off giving John his first glimpse
of the man with yellow eyes sitting on him and he began to truly panic. �I can
only hope that your beautiful boy is as accommodating to my needs as he has
been to yours,� the demon teased as it changed into a grainy cloud of blackness
and forced itself down John�s throat and into his mind. John screamed in agony
as the demon tunneled itself into his mind, invaded his memories, and
manipulated his body.

The lights stopped flickering and stayed on as the demon took
control of John�s breathing and pulse, �Let�s just calm down John Boy. We
wouldn�t want to give you a heart attack before your boys come to the rescue,
now would we?�

�Please don�t do
this to me, �John begged from within his own mind.

The demon pushed down any resistance John gave him and
smiled, �I have to say that I�m really looking forward to meeting your boys in
person; especially Dean.�

�Don�t touch them.
Leave them alone,� John begged.

The demon listened to the protesting inner voice of John
in his head and laughed, �John Boy, you have no choice in what I do to your
sons�I took away your free will, remember?�

�You fucking bastard,
if you lay one hand on Dean or Sam I will vanquish your ass back to Hell for
good, and your mother-fucking ass can get nice and crispy down there�and
another thing you sorry piece of demon shit who murdered my wife and destroyed
my life, I�m going to make you regret the day you possessed me, but I guess I
shouldn�t be surprised at the level of stupidity coming from your sorry ass��

The demon allowed the human to complain a few moments
longer because he thoroughly enjoyed hearing John�s tormented thoughts, �Now
John, you�re going to hurt my feelings if you keep calling me bad names, and
you don�t want to make me mad at you because I know exactly what would hurt you
the most.�

�Please don�t touch
him, �John pleaded before getting silent.

The demon closed his eyes and smiled knowingly, �Now,
that�s much better, you really should take it easy on this old body. You can�t
handle the stress like you used to be able to.�

�Please don�t hurt
him,� John whispered. �Don�t hurt my boys.�

�Hush John�let�s get a little shut-eye before those boys
of yours come to carry you off to safety? I want to be well rested for this
monumental meeting, a meeting I�ve been waiting twenty-three years for, a
meeting that will destroy Sam�s will to fight me, and if I play my cards right,
a meeting that will get me a new toy to play with.�

�No, don�t mess
with him like that,� John whimpered.

�Don�t worry John, Dean won�t know the difference. After
all, Dean is used to his father touching him inappropriately, and he won�t know
anything�s amiss until it�s too late, but by then I�ll have control over both
of your boys...�

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Warnings: WINCEST, coerced sex, mention of underage sex, darkthemes, a manipulating John

Warnings: WINCEST, coerced sex, mention of underage sex, dark
themes, a manipulating John