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Daddy Dean	By : everydayperson Category: Supernatural > Slash - Male/Male Views: 15518 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Sam now knew why Dean didn’t want him to tell anyone that they were brothers. Dean had his arms around Sam’s shoulder the entire time that the entered the theaters. He noticed how Dean’s eyes hardened just ever so slightly when someone looked at Sam.

He wanted people to know that Sam was taken. And if they found out that the two were brothers, they would talk.

The receptionist smiled at Dean as the Winchesters came up to the ticket booth.

“Hello there. What movie?” she asked very kindly.

Sam felt Dean stiffen. The hand on his shoulder gripped tighter.

“Death Under My Doorstep,” Dean answered with a small amount of hostility in his voice.

The receptionist seemed oblivious to Dean’s sour mood. Sam had no idea why his brother was acting so pissy. He only hoped that Dean wouldn’t do anything bad to the nice lady.

She handed them their tickets and Dean practically dragged Sam away. His grip was so strong and possessive that it was starting to hurt.

“Dean, what’s wrong?” Sam whispered to his older brother.

For a moment Dean didn’t answer. They were standing in line for snacks.

“She was smiling at you,” Dean said finally.

“She was just being nice. You’re not going to be like this to everyone who smiles our way, are you?”

The line was slowly moving up. Thankfully, no one heard what Dean and Sam were saying. Dean leaned closer to Sam’s ear.

“If anyone looks at you the wrong way, then they will pay. Remember that.”

Sam felt a chill go down his spine. Would Dean really hurt someone just for looking at Sam a certain way? Maybe it would have been better if Sam stayed in the cabin.

They got some popcorn and one large drink. Dean insisted on sharing a beverage and  Sam was a little upset that he couldn’t have his own Coke.

The movie was just like they thought it would be, humorous and inaccurate. Dean and Sam actually chuckled to themselves once or twice. Sam noticed a few young women sitting in front of them and one had her eyes shut tightly and was covering her ears.

That was proof that not everyone could be a hunter. Sam was grateful for that fact. That not everyone had to live the crappy life he had. He barely registered that Dean’s hand was gripping his shoulder again.

Once the movie was over, Dean yanked Sam off the chair and rushed out of the theaters. He was walking so fast that Sam had trouble keeping up.

“What’s wrong now?” the younger Winchester asked.

Dean didn’t answer until they were inside the car. His eyes were flashing dangerously as he stared straight outside, not looking at Sam.

“There was someone looking at you.”

“Let me guess. The wrong way?” Sam was beginning to get really frustrated by Dean’s jealousy.

“It’s not funny, Sam! The way he was looking at you was disgusting. I swear I felt like you were being violated just by him doing that.”

“Even if he was looking at me like that. What’s wrong with that?”

It was the wrong thing to say as Dean aimed his fiery eyes at his little brother. He was practically snarling like an angry dog.

“What’s wrong with that?” Dean repeated disbelievingly.

Sam couldn’t help but gulp loudly. Now he did it.

Dean sighed loudly, “Just shut your mouth until we get back into the cabin. Put your hand on my knee the entire car ride and don’t look out the window. I don’t want you looking at anyone.”

Sam’s hand obediently touched Dean’s knee. The younger Winchester could not believe how sick his brother had become. Who made someone do things like this?

Dean drove carefully, although Sam could tell that he wanted to take his frustration out with a little road rage.

It was an awkward ride. Sam was grateful when they finally made it back to the cabin. Dean looked at him.

“Get in. Don’t run away. Take off all your clothes and wait for me in our bedroom. Understand?”

“Yes,” Sam was angry. He felt like he was being treated like a possession.

The younger brother did as he was told. He waited a while. Maybe Dean was still cooling off in the car.

It took about 15 minutes for Dean to come in. He stared at Sam’s naked body and his cock was hardening through his pants.

Sam knew that Dean was going to make him pay. His older brother went and took something out from the ‘For Fun’ box.

It took Sam a moment to see what it was. A pair of handcuffs. Sam had told Dean many times before that he didn’t want to try bondage. It was too weird a kink for him.

It looked like Dean was finally going to live out his fantasy, unless Sam could reason with him.

“Dean, I-”

“Let me handcuff you to the head of the bed. Don’t argue with me,” Dean ordered.

Sam couldn’t protest anymore after that. Heart racing, Sam lied down and raised his hands so that Dean could properly cuff him. When he heard the heard clicking sound, Sam was even more scared.

“Please. Please, Dean,” Sam whispered. That was about as much as he could argue.

“You know not to call me that,” Dean said hardly.

That still wasn’t officially an order. If Dean wanted to indulge in his daddy kink so much, why didn’t he just command Sam to call him that?

Despite being fearful, Sam couldn’t help but become hard. Or maybe his being scared was exactly the reason why he was growing erect. Dean straddled on top of his baby brother. He was finally smiling.

“Sam. Beg me to touch you.”

The younger Winchester swallowed thickly.

“Please touch me, Daddy. Please.”

“More.”

“Touch me, Daddy,” Sam repeated, “Make me your bitch. I want you to touch me.”

As sad as it was, Sam really did want Dean to touch him. He never knew being in such a compromising position would make him so hard.

Dean smiled. His hand trailed to Sam’s nipple and it began stroking. Sam arched his back in response. Dean’s hand was somehow firm and gentle at the same time. It felt wonderful.

The elder Winchester leaned into Sam’s ear.

“My baby boy really wants my cock, doesn’t he? Tell me to fuck you, Sammy. Tell me that you need me. Tell me that I’m the only person you trust.”

Sam hesitated before reciting the words.
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