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When Bad Things Happen	By : Lily1186 Category: Supernatural > Slash - Male/Male Views: 4278 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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When Bad Things Happen

Disclaimer: For a minute there I thought they were mine, then I woke up and found that they weren�t.

Pairings: Sam/Dean, yes that means WINCEST folks. This chapter is dedicated to it so if you don�t like that kind of stuff then turn back now. But thanks for coming!
Summary: Dean is tired of the way Sam treats him and figures out a way to pay him back.
Author�s Note: Alright, this is the SLASH chapter that I promised to write. Sorry if I�m a little late but this week ranked extra high on the suck-o-meter. Hopefully this will make it all better if everybody reviews. (Sorry, not real subtle on the hints). Oh yeah, and since I have no beta all mistakes are my own. Anyways, I should be writing the fifth chapter for Caged after this so it will probably be at least another weekend before I can get up the fourth chapter to this. Sorry. But I do hope you enjoy this until then....

Alternate Ending #3- Broken Angels Fall the Farthest

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Dean�s POV

I couldn�t believe I had to fucking go through this again. We left the Asylum no more than three days ago and my brother�s already jumping me. Well guess what, this time I wasn�t just going to lie down and take it.
I waited for the opportune moment to make my move. It came right after Sam was pushing me against the car and after I could feel my neck almost snap with the force of his pull. The next thing I know he is just standing there looking like he was somewhere else. Well I wasn�t about to look a damned gift horse in the mouth so I acted fast.
My leg came out before I even registered that I was moving. It connected hard with his left knee and he went down fast. I could almost see the look of surprise in his face reflecting in the light from the headlights. I didn�t take too much time to think about it though because I knew that if I gave him the chance he would regain control and I would be just as screwed as I was a minute ago. He caught me off guard once and I�d be damned if I was going to let him do it again.
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While Sam was trying to catch his breath I opened the backseat of the car and pulled some cord out from under the front seat. Better safe than sorry is what I always say. Sammy just thought I was paranoid, I guess he knows better now.
It couldn�t have taken me more than a minute to grab the rope and take up position over Sammy. He had gotten his wind back and his knee must have been feeling better because he tried to sweep my feet out from under me when I got too close. Luckily I was prepared for him and easily evaded his leg.
In retaliation I landed a blow to his jaw that sent him reeling back onto the pavement. He skinned his face a little on the tar but it wasn�t too serious and I knew it would heal nicely when all of this was over and done with. So, ignoring his yelp of surprise and pain I quickly covered the distance between us and managed to yank one of his arms behind his back.
Apparently Sammy didn�t like this idea though and he began fighting like a rabid pit bull. He struggled as hard as he could, pulling against my arm and trying to wriggle his way out of my grasp. Sammy must have forgotten that while he was away trying to have a normal life, I was out hunting with Dad honing my skills and fighting God only knows what. So his attempts at trying to escape my grasp would have been laughable in any other situation. As it was it only served to piss me off and I pulled a little harder until his shoulder almost dislocated. He let out another cry of pain and I took advantage of his distraction to pull his other arm behind his back. In about 10 seconds flat I had his wrists securely tied behind his back in the most painful position possible.
I could hear him yelling something about how he was going to rip my head off but I just laughed and placed my foot onto his back pushing him face first into the pavement.
�Sammy, Sammy, Sammy, you�ve got to learn to watch your mouth.�
While he was busy attempting to get onto his knees I went back to the car. I knew he wouldn�t have any luck getting up because those fucking long legs of his wouldn�t allow it in his position. I always told him that they would be the death of him, but he never listens.
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I grabbed the discarded keys from the front seat and used them to pop open the trunk. I could still hear Sam swearing and the sounds of his nice jeans scraping against the tar so I knew that he was still where I left him.
I had to close my eyes against the light in the trunk before I could find what I was looking for. The darkness had finally fallen and the only light around was that of the trunk and the headlights on the car, which were illuminating Sam�s prone form quite nicely.
I didn�t quite know what I was going to do with him until I looked up and saw the way he looked all messy and pissed off. The anger in his eyes was reflecting by the headlights and I could see from where I was standing that he was panting with exertion. I have to admit it was making my mouth water.
Just the sight of him was making me hard and I had to tell myself to focus on the task at hand. So, looking back at the contents of the trunk I found what I needed and pulled it out along with something extra just in case. Then, when I was done I closed the trunk with a deafening snap and began stalking back to take care of my little Sammy once and for all.
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Sam had heard the trunk close and was looking at me murderously as I made my way back to him. I had the contents from the trunk scrunched up nicely in my hand and it was obvious that he couldn�t see what it was from the apprehension that was slowly seeping into his eyes.
�That�s right Sammy, it�s your turn to be afraid.� I had gotten close enough so that I could land a decent kick to his stomach and that is exactly what I did. I kicked him so hard that he rolled over onto his back and groaned in pain.
�What Sammy, no death threats, no talk of hatred. Come on where�d my little hell dog go?� Sam didn�t say anything right away just glared at me stubbornly. When he did finally speak I almost kicked him again.
�Wonder what Mom and Dad would say about you now Dean. Thought you were supposed to be my big, bad protector. Fight for me and die for me until the end of time?� He laughed then. Laughed like he was the Devil himself. At any other time that laugh would have scared the crap out of me, but I was tired of being afraid and I knew that I had the upper hand. Sam knew I had it to because with all his talk he was desperately trying to get as far away from me as possible. I laughed right back at him.
�You know what Sammy. I�m tired of protecting your ass. I think that for once you need to get it kicked. I�ve spent my life watching out for you and what do I get for it.... nothing. Nothing but you whining about how Daddy doesn�t love you, and how you never knew Mommy. You want to know what they would say about this Sammy? Dad would be proud that I was finally standing up to you. You see, it was never him that I had trouble defying Sam, it was you. He always said that I gave you everything you ever wanted. That I would do anything to satisfy you. Well guess what, I�m sick of it, and for once I�m going to do something that satisfies me.�
With that said I lifted him off the ground and began dragging him back to the car. He must have thought I was going to kill him or something because he started to swear about how he was coming back to haunt me and that I didn�t have the balls to do something like that. I only smiled at him in return.
When we finally got close enough I really surprised him by throwing him against the hood of the car. He was shocked for a minute and must have thought I was starting a fight because he attempted to stand in order to defend himself better. What he didn�t think I was going to do was hit him in the jaw and then throw him back against the hood. He landed harder this time and I moved behind him to pin him to the hood with both my legs and my lower body. Sam still had no idea what I had planned for him. He tried to maneuver enough to get a good look at me but I used my right hand to pin his face to the cold metal.
�Uh uh Sammy, no peaking.� I laid the materials from the trunk onto the metal next to him and he struggled a little harder to free himself. When he opened his mouth to spout out another line of bull shit I took the leather strap that I had gotten from the trunk and shoved it into his open mouth. I released my hold on his head and then used both my free hands to tie it making an effective gag.
�Sorry Sammy but I�m sick of listening to you. I think it�s my turn to talk for once don�t you? I mean you always want to have these fucking chick flick moments don�t you? Well, now�s your chance.�
I grabbed him by the shoulders and spun him around so that he was facing me. No point revealing your soul to someone if they aren�t even looking you in the eye to tell if you�re lying or not.
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I took a moment to admire my handiwork.
Sam�s face was still bleeding slightly from where it had scraped the tar and his pupils had dilated to almost twice their normal size. In the soft light I could also see that his shirt had ripped, probably from one of his falls, and his mouth was opened slightly from the gag. For a moment I just stood there staring at him. My breathing had picked up as soon as I had tied the gag and Sam�s had too. Just the sight of him all bound and gagged with his chest heaving would have been enough to turn anyone on. I swear to God he looked like an angel. Well, maybe not a pure angel, but definitely a fallen one.
His arms were still working to free themselves but I could tell it was only half-hearted now. Sam was finally realizing that I was in control and he wasn�t going anywhere. He also knew that given the road we were on there was no real chance of someone driving by to rescue him. If he even wanted to be rescued.
It was that thought that had me leaning forward before I had time to think. My lips collided with his and all of my other thoughts were scattered to the wind.
They were softer than I remembered them. Much more pliant with just a hint of defiance in his kiss. Nothing like the first time. Nothing like when I had kissed before he went off to Stanford.
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I remember that Sam had just finished fighting with Dad about the acceptance letter Dad had found in the mailbox. Dad had stormed out of the house and Sam had run upstairs practically in tears.
I remember going after Sam and finding him in his room with his backpack out. He was crying and shoving his clothes inside it, completely oblivious to me. An unexplainable rage had taken over me then.
I had always thought the day would come when Sammy would leave. Ever since he brought home his report card in the third grade and told us that he wanted to be a doctor or something when he grew up, I knew that he would be going his own way. I had even attempted to prepare for it. I had tried to distance myself from him during fights and even tried to convince myself that it was for the best that he left. But I was wrong. I wasn�t prepared at all. When I saw him physically getting ready to abandon me it was too much.
I had screamed at him about how he couldn�t just pack up and leave and that he was just as bad as Dad. Sam had screamed something back at me through his tears but I hadn�t heard him. The ringing in my ears had been too loud.
Before I knew what I was doing I had slammed Sammy into his bureau and covered my lips with his. He was shocked for a second and I remember thinking that this was it. I had just ruined the relationship with my brother because I couldn�t keep my hormones in check.
Looking back on it though I remember thinking that it wasn�t just my hormones. Hormones could explain the lust and the adrenaline, but not the all consuming love that I had always felt for my little brother.
None of those thoughts mattered though when Sam had pushed me away and continued packing. When I tried to touch him and explain myself he had just cringed away from my touch and not spoken a word.
When he was done packing he had slung his backpack over his shoulder and left without even looking back. I had thought that it would be the last time I saw him or spoke to him again. I had been wrong, but maybe it would have been better if I was right.
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A squirming Sam brought me to my senses. He was attempting to pull back away from me and I grabbed his hair and pulled it roughly in warning. He stopped struggling and when I pulled away I could see a little bit of blood run down his chin from where I had bitten his lip. For a moment the look in Sam�s eyes almost convinced me that he was back inside his own head. He had that same confused expression that he wore all those years ago back in his bedroom. But as quickly as it was there it was gone again. Replaced by that homicidal rage that only Ellicot could produce.
I sighed loudly and flipped Sam over again so that I wouldn�t have to look into his eyes.
�This is for your own good Sammy. Actually it�s for both our own good.�
I grabbed the back of his t-shirt and used all of the muscle I had to rip it off of him. He shivered slightly in the cooling air and I drank in the sight of his pale, bare skin against the black hood. I bit my lip in admiration and felt a little of my own blood well up. I ignored it of course and focused my attention on Sam�s exposed neck. Just like he had done to me I pulled his neck roughly to the side and examined the long expanse there. His skin was perfect and I suddenly hated that perfection. That perfection made him untouchable. Well not anymore.
I ran my hands along it lightly before I leaned down and bit into his neck. I could vaguely hear him cry out in shock but I just couldn�t care. His skin, his blood, tasted perfect. He was perfect through and through and it made me angrier. I had to do something to destroy that perfection. To turn him from an angel to a human. I only had one idea of how I could do that though and I wasn�t even sure if that would work. Sam had been perfect for twenty-two years and I had no idea if what I was going to do would be able to fix that. But I was willing to give it a try.
I moved back and watched the blood dribble down his shoulder and back marring the skin and creating the perfect contrast. White, red and black. It would have made the perfect painting.
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Sam had become complacent all of a sudden. It was as if he was a large cat and my bite had affirmed my dominance over him. He lay against the hood of the car breathing heavily but not doing much of anything else. I decided then that a quiet Sammy was a boring Sammy and I untied the leather strap.
For a minute all he did was lick his lips and try to get the circulation going again. When he was done with that he spoke.
�What are you going to do Dean? You going to make me say I�m sorry? Beg you for forgiveness? Huh? Well I�m won�t. So why don�t you just beat me till I�m half dead already and we�ll call it good.�
He still thought I was going to beat him. Poor naive little Sammy.
�Do you remember the kiss Sammy?� My voice came out lighter than I wanted it too but it must have spoken volumes because Sammy tensed and shivered. He didn�t say anything in response but I didn�t really expect him to.
�This isn�t about you saying you�re sorry Sam. This is to show you that you can�t walk out on your family. You can�t walk out on me.� I ran my hands slowly down his back at first and then ran them towards the front of his body running them lightly over his abs. I could feel the muscles contract under my touch. His skin was warm now, flushed from the fight and maybe something else.
�I�ve got news for you Sammy. You can�t just abandon me, you�re mine now. After this....after this you�ll be a part of me more than ever and I�m never letting you go again.�
As I finished my speech I slowly worked his buckle out of the loops and discarded it on the side of the road somewhere. The sound of it carried into the night and then it was only us again.
I was taking my time now, there didn�t really seem to be any rush to prove myself because when I did he would remember it forever anyways. When I was done with him he would know that there could never be anyone else.
I used my fingers in his belt loops to tug down his already baggy jeans and watched as they slid down his legs to get caught on the grill of the Impala. He was wearing those blue boxer shorts that always got me hard and I sighed as I took in the sight of my beautiful brother. I had a sudden urge to run my fingers through his hair so I did just that.
H leaned into my hand slightly and I could almost swear that he growled at me. It was then that I could feel his ass pushing into my groin and not in a way that made me think he was trying to escape. I entwined my fingers in his hair and pulled his head backward at an odd angle. I could hear a breathless �Fuck!� exit his lips but then he fell silent again except for the panting.
�You like that Sammy?� At first he didn�t answer but then he gave an almost imperceptible nod.
I brought my face down to within a few centimeters of his ear and blew on it lightly before I said, �What would Mom and Dad think of you now?�
He flinched slightly but to his credit he didn�t back down. All he did was lean further into me.
�Face it Dean, you can�t handle me. You couldn�t handle me then and you can�t handle me now.�
�What the hell is that supposed to mean?�
�It means that if you could have handled me back then, you wouldn�t have let me get out that door. You would have thrown me down and taken what was yours consequences be damned. But you couldn�t, you still can�t. Because when it comes straight down to it you know that I�ll never truly be yours.�
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His words cut deeper than I ever thought that they could. It wasn�t just the fact that I had the same thoughts earlier but that he could say it with so much anger. I had always thought that Sam had hated me because I had kissed him. That he hated me because what I had done went against every social norm there is. Now I realize that he didn�t hate me for any of those reasons. He hated me because I didn�t stop him from leaving. All of those years spent not seeing each other, not speaking, and it was all because we had somehow destroyed our bond. We could no longer tell what either of us was thinking and it had resulted in one big drawn out stalemate. Apparently Sam wasn�t the only one that had fallen from grace.
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I decided that it was time to reaffirm the bond that we had inadvertently severed. And yes I do know what inadvertent means. I might not have gone to college but that doesn�t mean my vocabulary sucks.
Anyways, the thought of all those lost years made me want to prove my claim over Sam even more.
Any doubt that I might have harbored got thrown out the window along with my patience. Suddenly my clothes felt like they were too tight. I took a minute to pull my shirt over my head only to get it stuck halfway there. I struggled around like a fish out of water for a second before I got the shirt off and threw it in the general direction of Sam�s belt. When I focused my attention back on Sam I noticed that he was laughing at me.
�What the hell�s so funny?�
�Nothing. It�s just that I could have helped you out with that if you would untie me.� I was shaking my head before he even finished talking.
�No way. You look too damned hot being bound.� Sam�s face flushed and I kissed him again. This time though it was hard and rough. All of the pain, betrayal and hurt from the last four years was poured into that kiss and both Sam and I were left breathless afterwards.
Without further thought I began working on my buckle. It was gone before I could blink. Then my hands were back on Sam�s body. Searching, exploring, mapping out every curve and dimple, every indentation and scar. In no time at all I had Sam�s body memorized. It was as if the bond that I thought had been severed had reattached itself and all of the old knowledge that I had of my brother was back again. All those years studying the way his body was growing and maturing. All the years spent learning his fighting techniques and watching him try out for sports that we were never in one place long enough for him to really join.
I could remember it all now and I couldn�t help but smile at the fact that I had just taken the first step in getting my brother back. My fingers dug into Sam�s hips slightly and I pressed himself into his back in order to get as close as I could. As if Sam was reading my mind though I could make out the words �Not close enough� whispered into the night.
Complying to Sam�s wishes like I always did I slowly worked my hands down his body enjoying the soft mews and moans that left his bruised lips as his boxers fell to the ground beside his jeans.
I couldn�t help but marvel at the way his ass curved perfectly to fit my hand and the way that he made every single noise the most erotic thing I had ever heard. It didn�t take me long after that to discard my boxers as well.
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The first press of skin on skin contact was enough to take both our breaths away. I almost passed out from the sheer perfection of it.
When I had recovered enough to put my brain back into my head I reached to my left and grabbed the small tube of lubricant that I had grabbed from the trunk along with the gag. Sam was looking at me now with a face that said that he wants this as much as I do.
I leaned in for one more kiss while I was spreading the lubricant on my fingers.
When the first finger went in and I felt him tense up I pulled back. My voice came out husky but truth be told I�m surprised it came out at all. �Is this your first time?� He glared at me for a moment and I had to roll my eyes. �With a guy I mean, dumbass.� He blushed a deep shade of red and averted his eyes.
�There�s only ever been you Dean.�
Not to be cliched or anything, but if I had died right now I would be a happy man. Those six words were the ones I had been waiting my entire life for. Even before I had realized how deep my feelings for Sammy really ran.
I worked my finger in a little deeper and I could hear his gasp of surprise. I took that as a good sign and worked a second finger in. When I removed my fingers to add more lube I could hear him begging me to take me, hard and rough.
The sound of it went straight to my cock and I couldn�t stop myself. I brought my hand back and hit him as hard as I could with my open palm, right on the ass.
You would have thought that I had shot him or something with the way his body jolted. When I grabbed his chin to make him look at me, his eyes were closed and his lips were parted. I moaned out loud at the sight of him.
�You�re going to be the death of me Sammy.�
He didn�t reply. I don�t think he could.
At that point I had decided to forgo anymore light play and I quickly applied the lube all over my rock hard cock. I don�t think I had ever been this hard in my life and it was all Sammy�s fault. He just had to be so God damned perfect.
Using that anger and lust I put it all into one hard thrust. Sam cried out in pain but I knew that if I hadn�t made it quick he just would have whined about it later.
Being the nice brother that I am though I allowed him to adjust around me for a few minutes before I started moving.
The first few tentative thrusts Sam bit his lip so hard that it started to bleed again. I just leaned forward and licked it up before it ran down his chin, and moved as slow as I could.
Soon though the slow pace wasn�t enough for either of us and Sam began moving against me. The moment that I pushed forward and he pushed back I knew that this was what completion felt like. Everyone that I had ever cared for didn�t matter anymore. It was just me and Sam.
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The momentum grew until I could feel the muscles in my back tightening and my toes starting to curl. I thrust harder. Sam�s moans and shouts would have waken the dead and I have to say that I wasn�t much quieter. Apparently we were both screamers.
I wanted this to last forever but I knew that with the sounds Sam was making and the way that he felt it would be impossible to last much longer.
Sam was close too. His back was covered in a fine sheen of sweat and his breathing had become erratic as he grasped his dick in his hand and pulled for all he was worth. When I noticed this though I used one hand to pull on his hair and the other to bring him to completion myself. I had to let him know that there was no way in hell that he was going to go over without me so I slowed the pumps until I could feel myself almost at the edge.
When the time finally came I thrust as into Sam as far as I could and I felt him tense at the same time I did. There had never been any orgasm that was better coordinated than ours. It was as if we really did become one person. But maybe that was what we had always been.
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All of those years apart had almost killed me and I was beginning to suspect that they had almost killed Sam too. Maybe we weren�t two people after all and simply two parts of one whole. It couldn�t be a coincidence that all of the things that had happened to us had only served to bring us closer together and not push us apart. All of the deaths, the fighting, the reliance only on each other, all of it served to further our destiny. And I knew now that a destiny was really what we had. Because Winchesters don�t believe in coincidences. This was meant to happen. Sam and me were meant to be together again.
Almost makes me wonder what would have happened if I hadn�t gone to get him after Dad had disappeared. If we had just continued to go our separate ways. Oh well, guess I�ll never really know. Not that I really want to anyways.
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Sam was slumped against the hood of the car and I could hear his breath evening out as he regained composure. I had collapsed on top of him and now he was mumbling something about getting my heavy ass off from him but I just laughed and kissed his back.
We laid like that until sunrise and I saw the headlights of the Impala go out. I cursed silently but Sam only laughed.
�What did you expect leaving the car on all night.�
�It�s not my fault you distracted me and I forget to shut it off.� Sammy only snorted in reply. I punched him lightly on the arm and turned him so that he was facing me. For a minute I just looked into his eyes. The homicidal rage was gone and Doctor Ellicot was nowhere to be seen. But my mind couldn�t help but ask if Sam had really wanted this or if Ellicot had been around long enough to influence his decision.
Sam must have seen this though because he leaned forward to give me a light kiss on the lips.
�It was all me Dean. It�s been me ever since you asked me if I remembered our first kiss.� If I hadn�t already had enough chick flick moments to last me a lifetime I probably would have cried out in relief. As it was, all I had to do was smile and Sam smiled back.
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As we got dressed and started covering the miles between where we were and where the next town was, I finally felt like my life had purpose again. I wasn�t alone anymore. All of the darkness that had filtered into my soul over the years, the darkness that I had hidden from everyone, including myself, had left along with Ellicot.
Sammy had given me some of his light and I could only hope that he hadn�t absorbed the darkness. Somewhere deep in my heart though I knew that he hadn�t. I knew that no matter what, Sam would always have the light and now that we were one I would always have it too.
I would always have my Sammy.
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So, this being my first actual sex piece I would really appreciate some constructive criticism. I hope that you all enjoyed because this is the longest chapter I have written so far and I have to say that it was emotionally taxing. However it did make an excellent end to the week. I hope I didn�t disappoint anyone and I will hopefully be writing more soon. Everybody have a good week!
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