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Chapter 1
“Don’t just stand there and look at us, run!” Dean told the couple who watched them with panic in their unbelieving eyes. “Now! Go!”
They didn’t need to be told twice. The man, who had barely managed to buckle his belt back on, grabbed the pretty blonde – still in disarray, her hair disheveled and her make up smeared – by the arm and dragged her along right behind him and further away from the scariest thing they had ever seen.
Sam watched them go before turning his attention to the very angry monster they had in front of them. Except it wasn’t as much of a monster as it was of a beautiful, stunning woman who stared them down intently.
“And who do you think you are to spoil such a lovely night?” She had red, curly hair that fell to her waistline and white skin that seemed to glow under the moonlight. She might have been just a mesmerizing girl next door, if it weren’t for her yellow, fiery eyes, and the halo of light glowing around her.
“Sorry, ma’am, fun’s over,”Dean retorted, looking over his shoulder to make sure the couple was out of sight. He returned his look quickly, his gun pointed at her.
“It’s only over when I say it’s over!” She snarled, her face twisting into a mask of anger and power, and suddenly a circle of fire was all around the three of them, in the middle of a dark, wooded area.
Sam breathed hard, the gun in his hand steady, loaded with salt bullets. He fired twice, and heard Dean follow him closely.
“You fools! You can’t kill me with this!” The woman groaned. “I’m not your regular kind of demon.” She spoke leeringly.
Dean frowned, lowered his gun and watched as her face softened into something seductive, teasing and almost amused. He stepped back unconsciously as she drew closer, and from a distance he heard Sam draw his gun again and order her to stop.
“What are you then? What did you want with that couple?” Sam asked.
The woman turned to face him, a beautiful smile on her plush, red lips. “What I wanted? I wanted what I always do, my child. I want the only thing worth having from you silly, pathetic mortals…" She walked closer to Sam, staring deep into his eyes.
“Stay away from him, you bitch!”
The woman turned around quickly and shot Dean a malicious look.
“I wasn’t going to kill the pretty couple. Not as long as they kept the energy flowing…”
Sam’s brow creased as he studied the creature in front of them. Suddenly he knew exactly what they were facing.
“It’s a succubus, Dean.”
“It’s a what?” Dean had barely heard Sam because of all the fire burning near them and the strange laughter coming from the she-devil’s lips.
“She’s a succubus, they feed off people’s sexual energy. That’s why she was preying on the couple.” Sam said.
“Oh, great. So are you like a voyeur then?”
The woman snarled, walking towards Dean, this time showing perfectly sharp teeth and glowing, haunting eyes.
“Sorry, not tonight. Sam? How do we kill this thing?”
Sam searched his brain for anything he might have read on the subject, but as he concentrated, he heard a gasp coming from Dean as a surge of invisible power threw him on the ground.
“I want to feed tonight! You stupid, stupid humans, and you can’t kill me!”
Sam wasn’t willing to accept that without a fight. He started to pull back from memory the chant for an exorcism while holding a cross he had hung around his neck.
“Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus…” he started, before being abruptly interrupted by a bolt of energy strong enough to make the cross fly and him land dangerously close to the fire circling in on them.
“You can’t kill me fools!” She hissed.
“Sam?! You okay?”
Sam started to make it back to his feet, still trying hard to remember anything they could use against the succubus right now.
“I think she’s right,” he admitted when he managed to get close to his brother.
“You mean we can’t kill her?” Dean looked around at the fire blazing hotly and making it harder to breathe. He covered his face with his sleeved arm and coughed into his jacket.
“Maybe we could, but not with anything we have here right now,” Sam assessed the situation.
Before Dean could come up with a reply, the succubus spoke again, this time with a gentler, teasing voice and that made goosebumps break on both brothers’ skin.
“There’s no reason for anyone to die here tonight boys. You just have to give me something I want, something I can feed on, and then we can all be on our ways.” She promised.
Sam and Dean exchanged a glance.
“And what is it that you want?” Dean asked, shutting his eyes at the light coming from around the creature, as if she, herself, was all lit in fire.
“I usually feed off sexual energy, but you seem to have taken that away from me. Now, I’m just not in the mood to start another hunting from zero. I’ll have to take something you can give me.” She licked her lips and Dean swallowed hard, unaware he was doing so.
Sam had no idea what a sex crazed, nymphomaniac devil might ask of them, but whatever it was it made him feel uneasy in advance.
The woman walked towards them, and this time she let her long fingers touch Dean’s face, and then let her nails graze Sam’s cheek before raking her fingers through his hair. She chuckled.
“I want the blood of a virgin.” She stated, and then she bit on her bottom lip with sharp teeth until a red drop of blood was visible. The boys watched as she made a show of licking it off.
Dean chuckled too, a nervous little sound as he looked around, finding Sam’s eyes and seeming to have a silent conversation with him.
“Ah… I’m sorry to inform you… horny lady, but I don’t think that’s gonna be possible.” Dean explained with mocked seriousness. “Right, Sammy?”
“Yeah.” Sam agreed. “If you’re looking for a virgin we hate to disappoint you, but that boat has sailed.” He looked around, feeling the heat of the fire lick his face, and his lungs sting with the smoke he inhaled.
“Oh, but I won’t go as far as demanding that kind of blood. I’m so hungry and bothered right now that I’ll settle for the blood of anyone who hasn’t been taken.” She licked the word out of her mouth, and smiled as Dean crooked an eyebrow.
“Sorry?” The older Winchester boy wasn’t sure he understood, but he was very much aware that the sooner they got out of there the better. The smoke made his eyes feel sandy and throat feel dry, and he was quite certain that all the oxygen would burn up pretty quickly if she kept that up.
“You heard me. I want the blood of someone who has never been possessed by another. I want the blood of anunclaimedsoul.”
Dean eyed Sam, who looked nervous and uneasy, and tried to shrug her request off with a smile.
“Alright then. If we give you that, will you let us go and not go after anyone else?”
“For the next hundred years, before I wake up again.”
“I’ll take that,” Dean replied, and then turning to Sam: “So, who will it be, me or you?” He asked at the same time he pulled a sharp dagger from a pocket.
“Oh, but he can’t.” The succubus smiled knowingly, turning her attention to Sam. “Right Sammy?” She squinted her eyes, enjoying the tension that visibly crept to the boy’s muscles. “Sam here can’t offer me his blood, because he is not a virgin.”
Sam felt every fiber in his body go rigid with tension. Even his throat closed up and he knew the smoke had nothing to do with it. He knew Dean’s eyes were burning into his, perhaps hotter than the fire itself, and he felt cold sweat pool in his hands. “Isn’t it, Sammy?” She walked closer to him, touching a soft finger to his lips and tracing down his adam’s apple. “You have been with a man before. You’ve been thoroughly taken.”
Dean widened his eyes at the scene unfolding now.
“I can smell him on you, you know. Faintly, but certain.” She giggled, seemingly pleased with her wit.
“What the hell is she talking about?” Dean made an unbelieving, amused face and stared at his younger brother.
Sam knew he was being talked at, knew Dean was looking intently at him, but before being able to form words and utter them, he thought he would more likely jump into the fire behind him.
“Oh! Big brother didn’t know that?” The woman enjoyed the scene. She wrapped a lean arm around Sam’s neck and whispered in his ear, loud enough for the other man to hear. “You didn’t tell your brother about this little secret?” She teased.
The idea that Sam had already been with a man was so foreign, so outrageous and yet so ridiculously amusing, all at the same time, that Dean found himself helplessly staring at his brother, with a pathetic little provocative smile on his face.
“Sam?” He couldn’t help the jeering tone of his voice. “Now who would’ve guessed!”
Sam heard the mocking tone of joke in Dean’s voice, but he was way too mortified to reply. He stared at a point in the distance, hoping the hot temperature would be held accountable for the blush in his cheeks.
“All this time I thought you were studying to be a lawyer, and I never once imagined how much fun you might be having with those frat boys.” Dean teased, truly amused with Sam’s embarrassment. For all he cared, he had completely forgotten about the succubus.
And she sensed that.
“Dean…” Sam started, only to be interrupted by the devil.
“Oh, please, I don’t have time for drama. Just give me what I want and I’ll be on my way.” She focused Dean and walked towards him, eyeing the blade on his hand.
Shaking his head slightly, as if he could do away with thoughts who seemed to be clouding his mind, Dean turned his attention to the blade and lifted the sleeve of his left arm, getting ready to cut.
“Not there. I get to choose where.” The woman put a delicate hand on top of his, making Dean stop. He waited for her to indicate what she meant, and she lifted his shirt slowly.
“Hey there!” He began to protest.
“Here,” she said, indicating his abdomen.
Dean sighed, not exactly pleased, and cut a long, shallow wound on his skin.
Sam was barely watching as the succubus got on her knees and curled the tip of her tongue to lick at Dean’s skin. He could barely see the look of sheer lust on her face, or the moan of hot pleasure that escaped her mouth when Dean gasped in pain. Sam could hardly focus. His head was spinning.
Dean gasped at the prickly, painful sensation on his stomach as the woman got to her feet.
“Very well,” she said. “A deal is a deal. So long boys. Not what I had in mind, but you taste good, I’ll give you that.” She winked at Dean, who cocked an eyebrow and smiled with the corner of his lip before watching all the fire and light vanish before his eyes, as well as the succubus herself.
“You alright?” Sam managed to move closer to his brother when the spell was over.
“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine. Horny she-devil.” Dean sucked in his breath when he touched his lower belly lightly.
“Let’s go, then. You need to take care of that,” Sam nodded at the cut.
“It’s nothing, really.” Dean lowered his shirt and cleaned the blade of the dagger before putting it back into his pocket. Then, as they stared to walk off, he seemed to remember something and smiled despite himself. “Now that was an interesting night, wouldn’t you say so?” His eyes found his brother’s, and Sam wished he wasn’t seeing the playful tone in those green eyes.
“I suppose…” he replied vaguely. “Hey, what was that?” Sam looked back angrily after Dean had just shoved him teasingly on the shoulder.
The older Winchester grinned lightly.
“Sammy, Sammy… now who would have known, huh? Here I was thinking you were this ladies man, slightly awkward I admit, but that you learned your lessons well from me… Little did I know you had surpassed the master,” he chuckled “And broken dude’s hearts as well.” Dean wasn’t completely aware that his teasing was half amusement and half something else. Spite, maybe? Something else that was a little bitter, and he couldn’t quite understand at the moment.
“Dean… please, just leave it be.” Sam’s face was serious, like he was trying hard not to let his emotions show.
“C’mon, little brother!” Dean punched him on the shoulder playfully. “You can tell me! You know I would understand.” Dean thought about it. “Well, maybe not understand understand as in how can someone let a dude-“
“Dean.” Sam interrupted him. “That’s enough, alright?”
Dean frowned when a thought occurred to him, making him stop on his tracks.
“Wait, are you saying that the she devil was lying? You didn’t have sex with a dude?” ‘You didn’t let a man fuck you?’Was what he really thought.
Sam stopped too, but he tried at all costs to avoid Dean’s searching look. To his dismay, his brother took his hesitation as all the confirmation he needed.
“She was right, wasn’t she? She was!” Dean grinned.
“Look,” Sam raised his hands. “Can we just let it go? Please? She’s gone, the couple’s okay, we did our jobs. Let’s just go now. I’m tired as hell.”
“Sammy’s been a bad boy in college!” Dean teased. “Learning more than just the ways of the law…”
“Dean, stop!” This time Sam shoved his brother’s shoulder, but not in a playful way.
“Hey! What’s gotten your knickers in bunch? I’m just joking, all right?”
Sam said nothing, instead he resumed walking.
“It’s just,” Dean went on. “You’d think that my brother would tell me about something like that happening in his life, right? I mean, do you really think I wouldn’t understand?” Dean changed his tone from teasing to hurting. “Do you think I don’t have an open mind, that I would judge you or something?”
“Dean, listen, it’s not this…” Sam tried.
“You’re my brother, for heaven’s sake, Sammy,” he complained. “I would never stop loving you for liking dudes.” The teasing tone was back in his voice, and Dean smiled despite himself at the way Sam looked uncomfortable. Maybe it was his way of punishing his brother for keeping something like this away from him.
“Dean, I know that. Just, please, can we not talk about it?”
“Why?”
“Because I’m asking.” Sam answered honestly. “I don’t want to talk about it.”
Dean looked into his brothers’eyes for a moment and sighed, at last.
“Fine.” He said. “Let’s hurry then, and we might catch that diner still open. I could do with a decent meal for a change.”
Sam breathed in and out, relieved, and the two young men proceeded to making their way back to the city in silence.
They had their dinner at the so called diner, and Dean didn’t bring up the topic of Sam’s discomfort again. Nonetheless, there was no denying that the revelation of the succubus had swirled around in Dean’s mind at every bite. He watched his brother eat, perhaps a bit quieter than his usual self, and he couldn’t help the way his thoughts drifted to the idea of Sam, his brother Sam, being in bed with another man.
Not the that thought disgusted him. On the contrary, Dean wasn’t one to judge people based on whatever floated their boats, and finding out such a secret from his brother was way too interesting to simply ignore it. Besides, the way Sam kept all the mystery about it just made Dean itch the more to learn details about the fact. Who was this man that had, as the succubus said, taken his brother? Sam had always been the shy one around girls, but he seemed to love them nevertheless. Then who was this man who had affected him so as to make Sam give in? Now, Dean would try to let go and not bring this up anymore, at least for the time being, because Sam seemed pretty pissed. But the unusual thought might not leave his mind so soon, Dean realized as he got ready to sleep in his bed that night.
He shut his eyes, but the knowledge that his baby brother had been manhandled, as well as the realization that Sam didn’t seem to trust him enough to tell him about it, for sure would make sleep less than an easy task.
“Good night, Sam.”
“Night, Dean.”
The lights were all off as the two brothers feigned a sleepiness they didn’t feel.
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tbc....
This is my first time writing wincest, so encouragement is very much appreciated. :)