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Feel You
By: Arian
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't profit, just like to play
Notes: Beta'd by krissielee; any remaining mistakes are my own. This was meant to be a one off. Just an AU snapshot. It's grown in my head to a LOT more, and I'm slowly writing it. So this has officially become the prologue. First chapter is following soon. Warning for non-con in the first bit.
* Prologue *
Pain exploded through his shoulder as Sam – no, not Sam, the demon – dug its finger into the bullet wound. Then he was being picked up and thrown from the room, landing with a thud against the wall in the hallway. The demon advanced on him as he struggled to stand and get out of its way. Behind it, he could see Bobby unconscious in the far corner.
It laughed Sam's laugh. "Where do you think you're going to go, Dean? You're hurt. You're slow," it dropped his brother's voice to a snarl. "You're only human."
"I swear to God I will send you back to hell for good this time."
"You tried that. It didn't work. And besides," it paced in front of Dean's slumped form. "I'm locked in here nice and tight. You know what that means, Dean? It means I'm not going anywhere."
It crouched down and pulled Dean's head up to meet its eyes. "Your brother's pretty kinky, Dean. Did you know that? He's always wondered what it would be like to fuck a guy." It pushed Dean face-first to the ground, pinned his arms behind his back, and reached around to tug at the button and zipper of his jeans.
"Get off me." Dean's voice was outwardly calm; inside he was screaming.
"I don't think so," it whispered in his ear as it tugged his jeans and boxers down to his thighs. "I'm going to give your brother the one thing he's always wanted. I'm going to give him you. And then I'm going to bury him so deep inside this body that he'll never find his way back to the surface again."
Dean pushed backwards, trying to dislodge his brother's body. "I don't think so, you son of a bitch."
The demon pinned him back down easily. "You don't need to think. You just need to lie there."
Dean screamed when the thick shaft drove into him. The dry friction was almost as painful as the burn of cold muscles stretching around Sam's cock. The demon didn't wait. Didn't give him a chance to fight before it was pulling out and pushing back in, setting a brutal pace that robbed Dean of the ability to move, to breathe, to scream again.
It leaned over his back, stretching up to whisper in his ear. "Sammy's watching, Dean. He's screaming. He's fighting."
A violent thrust in was followed by fingers digging into his wounded shoulder. Dean gasped for breath and tried not to cry out against the pain.
"He's not going to win."
Dean lay panting on the wooden floor, cheek pressed to the ground, hips pulled up by the demon and held tightly in place. It was only now Dean realized his arms were no longer restricted as he watched his fingers convulse and try to gain purchase on the smooth floor with each violent thrust and pull. His vision was starting to spot around the edges, and he wondered how long it would take him to pass out.
And then the movement above him stopped with one final shove that drove his face forward along the floor, sliding against the wood and stinging his skin. The demon shuddered, laughed, and squeezed his shoulder again before pulling out and moving away. Dean fell forward and curled his body into a tight, protective ball.
Then it was screaming. Dean didn't move. He could smell burning flesh and hear Bobby yelling in Latin. The screaming stopped after what seemed like an eternity and was followed by a heavy thud and Sam's confused voice asking what he'd missed, calling out Dean's name when he spotted his brother's crumpled form.
The last thing Dean registered before giving in to the dark was flinching away from his brother's touch.
TBC