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Most of their many issues can be laid down on John Winchester. Over the years, even Dean grew to realize how deep the scars that their father had carved through hunting, long stretches of absence and whiskey instead of goodnight kisses. Perhaps he would have never seen the bottom of that well, let it remain a topic for bitter night tours across the country in the Impala.
On Christmas Eve, Rowena appears at the bunker in a wisp of red smoke with a young John Winchester stumbling behind her, wide-eyed and not quite the man the Winchester Brothers remembered. Dean almost doesn't recognise him, his last memory of his father remains a bit blurry after all these years.
"Hello boys," Rowena greets them with a wicked smile. "I need to work out your issues because I need you fully functional next year, so I summoned your father from the depths of hell and baked him a new body."
Neither Sam nor Dean can react.
"Fuck it out, darlings. Have fun, he's yours," the Queen of Hell announces before she vanishes into smoke again, leaving a young man bound and gagged to a chair.
Dean remains frozen on the spot, eyeing the naked man. He looks like a forgotten dream, someone he knows from photographs. For Sam, this John Winchester is a stranger with a familiar face. Too soft and not responsible for the long nights they spend alone.
But Rowena's intent is clear and deep down both Winchester know that they will not let this opportunity slide.
Usually, Sam and Dean sleep with each other. Women they go after separately, but on occasion they invite men into their bed. Many of them bear a semblance to their father or share his attitude that there's no one better than them.
It's always been fun to teach those men what kind of steel Sam and Dean Winchester are made of. They like to fuck that fake macho behaviour out of them.
This? This eerily familiar stranger offers a temptation Dean felt only a few times in his life and seldomly it yielded good results. Is this what Sam feels when he comes across demon blood?
"So, you're a gift from Rowena?" Sam asks, a little dubious of the man's identity.
The man in front of them could be John Winchester, he looks a lot like the version they met in the past. But that was years ago and they never learned what happened to their father's soul after they opened the portal to hell.
John Winchester nods. He tries to squeeze his legs together but a painful erection looking doesn't let him.
"That's for us?" Dean nods towards John's twitching cock. He doesn't seem to care if this John is real or a copy. He's already raking his eyes over the naked body, appreciating Rowena's gift. Hunger gnaws at his soul he hasn't felt since he wielded the blade and bore the Mark of Cain.
Their young father bites down on the gag as a tremor runs through him. Finally, he nods, unable to deny his sons.
Sam, familiar with Rowena's work, recognizes the spell.
He walks up to his father and studies him for a moment. A hand lands on John's sweaty shoulder before he lets his fingers slide down the body. The skin feels real, warm and flushed by desire. When his hand brushes against John's inner thigh, the bound man twitches violently, moaning behind the gag.
His legs try to part as in invitation. Need sizzles in the air, born out of years of lecherous repression and magic.
"It's a lust spell, designed to keep him hot and willing for us," Sam confirms. At Dean's questioning glance, he adds, "He's a demon in a living body. Either's Dad or such a good copy of him that the differences don't matter."
Sam steps away from John and ignores the pained whine.
Dean shares a glance with him. It's another secret they never talked about. God knows how Rowena learned about it.
In the end, carnal lust and dark desire win over morality. Had he been entirely human, they might have hesitated and searched for a cure. Between Sam's aptitude for spells and years of experience, they could have cooked up a solution.
If their father was a demon, there's no reason to hold back. Demons think differently than humans and have different morals and obsessions. Neither they bother with consent.
Dean finally recognizes the slippery slope Sam struggled with when Ruby tempted him. Maybe it says a lot about himself that he doesn't hesitate, that his intention is clear when he touches the young man's cheek with a possessive grip.
Even if it's not his father, the striking similarity and the open arousal have woken a beast inside his chest.
"What's your name?" Dean asks when he removes the gag.
His voice sounds unforgiving. Only Sam hears the tremor.
"John Winchester," the man says. He rattles down relevant information, family secrets and the like, though it's entirely possible Rowena told her gift to say that. "The Queen says I am your gift. You can do with me as you like."
The strained voice and the dripping pre-come make clear what kind of use Rowena had in mind.
"Fine with me," Dean decides. His jeans are already tented and his thoughts provide what he can do with this specisim.
John Winchester naked in front of him, like he just stepped out of a wet dream, he will not resist. Not when he's offered in such a suggestive manner.
Sam doesn't protest and the unearthly dark expression of excitement is as much as an agreement.
Dean's touch is almost tender when he runs a thumb over John's lips whose eyes dilate and grow wide with yearning. The Winchester Brothers watch when their father opens his mouth and sucks Dean's fingers inside his mouth.
"Damn, this is going to be good."
They drag him to a bed because it's more comfortable. If either Sam or Dean had any objections, they vanished the moment they finally got a hand on John. He fits perfectly between them. Freed from his shackles, he curls into Dean's touch while allowing Sam to manhandle him.
"Your skin is so soft, Dad," Dean murmurs as he settles between his legs. He runs his hands up and down the thighs that Sam holds apart.
John can't answer aside from a muffled gasp. His head is tilted back, kissing Sam as his younger son is pressed against his back.
"That's not the only thing that's soft, Dean," Sam says and tweaks John's nipples.
They are small nubs, hardening as Sam pinches them between his fingers. It's a delight to see how sensitive they seem. John squirms in his lap, unused to the stimulation. If he's real and not a copy made from a spell, then it's been a while since he had sex. And certainly, John Winchester never bottomed for two men in his life.
Dean keeps his touch light, more sensual than his brother. He wraps his fingers around his father's dick and slowly jerks him off. It could be sweet, an act of making love, but Dean's mesmerized gaze speaks of utterly possessing this willing version of John Winchester.
"Did you ever have someone inside you?" Dean wants to know. He keeps his pace even and always pulls his father away from the edge until the combined ministrations from the brother cause John to cry out.
"I ... I can't remember," he says and sobs the next second when Sam lets go of his chest to run his thumb over his erection. "Please, ... boys. It hurts."
The pleading is enough for Dean to take pity on his father. He decides to go first, having more patience and mercy in him than Sam. He's also a bit smaller.
"We will take care of you," Sam murmurs into John's ear. He reaches for his father's legs. His large hands settled on the back of the knees, keeping John open and nearly folded in half for Dean. "We have missed you so much, Dad. Please, let us have this."
A tremor of desire runs through Dean when he hears Sam's words. With each passing second, he doubts Rowena's audacity to present them with a fake copy.
With lube spread over his fingers, Dean plunges a finger into his father's hole. He's tight and not used to it. Nails dig into John's skin as several hands keep him from moving too much. Dean waits for a torturous minute, observing and watching how his partner slowly gets used to the foreign intrusion. After some heavy breaths, his father rocks against the single digit. He spreads his legs a little more and his hands join Sam's until he holds himself open.
"God, help me," John rasps when the finger sinks in fully. It feels huge and deep. He huffs and drops back against Sam as the finger starts fucking him in fast coaxing strokes.
"Relax, Dad. This will be easier if you let us do the work," Dean says. He moves his hand as if he has never done anything else in his life. His grip remains possessive and the finger inside his father takes up new space with every thrust.
John seems torn. There's the compulsion and the spell, an encouragement that lowers human moralities. But there are also memories of being raised in a time when sex between men could get you beaten up.
What wins out is the reunion. The happiness of being reunited with his sons and the urge to apologize for all the empty nights and the never-ending motel rooms. His boys want him back, they need him and John breathes out, becoming plaint under Dean's searching fingers.
Sam remains a solid reassurance against his back. His tented jeans press against the small of his back, hinting at the magnitude Dean prepares him for. John wonders absently how their cocks will ever fit if the finger already feels so big.
"Uhh... that seems nice," John comments absently on the tingling thrill awakening in him.
"It's going to get even better. We are going to blow your mind," Dean says.
So far, he had been kneeling on the floor with John sitting on the edge and Sam behind him. As he adds another finger, Sam drags John further on the bed, dragging his legs apart. The young John remains desperate, the spell Rowena had woven a constant fuel of unfilled desire to make the Winchester Boys happy. The spell serves the function quite well, having John relax under the touch of his sons.
He moans, his hands running restlessly over his thighs as Dean grows bolder. He deliberately opens his father up, scissoring his fingers in a manner that causes John to feel the stretch. Lube drips down on the sheets.
When John is about to urge Dean on, the so far silent Sam, coaxes him into a kiss. It's biting and soon John matches Sam's frevor.
He also swats his hand away when John is about to touch himself.
"Keep your hands away," Sam says. It's not entirely a suggestion. When John protests, his son draws his arms back and keeps his wrists trapped.
The hitch in his breath and every small moan Dean draws from John's fans sparks in their souls. It's a little payback for every night they spent alone, wondering when their father would return. Now, it seems like a logical conclusion that they will not let him leave.
Better yet, they can make him want to stay.
Soon, Dean has his father panting on three of his fingers and struggling against the tight grasp of Sam's hands.
"Dean!" John pleads as the jabs against his prostate aren't enough anymore. His hips rock uselessly against the strong hand.
His legs tremble violently in Sam's grasp and he's fully aware of the two strong men around him. His head is filled with darkness from centuries in hell and having his boys back is a relief. He cannot care for the rest.
"Maybe you should finally fuck him. He seems ready," Sam says and pinches John's nipples.
John keens. His cock jumps every time Sam runs his fingers over the sensitive part of his chest. Every flick against them is as exciting as Dean's slowly fucking him open.
"Mind if I go first? I can open him up for you." Dean throws Sam a look but already moved to remove his jeans.
Sam grins, confident and dirty. He further rubs John's nipples until they are hard, red and puckering. His father's whines soothe an old hunger.
"I can have him after you." To John, he says, "Did you hear that? Dean's gonna fill you first. Might be for the best because I am bigger than him."
John nods before Dean kneels in front of him. His legs are bent towards his chest. Dean doesn't leave much room, pressed against Sam's chest as he is. He trembles when Dean guides his cock between his cheeks. The head against his hole threatens to break his remaining composure.
Especially when Dean takes his time. He simply lets his cock rest against the lubed entrance and runs his hands on whatever skin he can reach. While he ruts against his father, his erection sliding between the cheeks, Dean is almost careful and cherishing with his touch. He touches John everywhere, taking to slowly jacking him off until John's mouth falls open with a steady flow of moans.
Sam smiles to himself and holds back. Dean prefers to be on the other side. Like John, he seems to prefer to be taken. But if they both need this then he can wait a little. There's no shame in easing John into it.
Finally, Dean guides himself inside. He pushes forward, only to draw back and to it again.
Moaning, he grabs John by his hips and pulls him close. "God, Sammy, you should feel this. Dad's so hot and tight."
"Soon," Sam says the words more to John, purring into his ear low enough that Dean wouldn't have heard it. "Enjoy the attention Dean's gonna give you. I'll certainly change the pace once he's done."
John shudders. Both from Sam's promise and Dean's slow movements.
His hands fumble with the sheets, he barely knows where to hold on. Sam has taken to licking and biting his neck, only occasionally teasing his nipples while Dean takes his time with thrusting inside.
"Dean," John moans. His dick leaks pre-come, making a mess of his stomach. He'd do anything for his son to go harder. In his mind looms the knowledge that he has been dead. He spent the last decade in darkness until he woke naked and confused on the floor with the Queen of Hell standing over him. "Dean, I need..."
"Shh, Dad. I'm going to help you." Dean braces himself on John's shoulders, hoisting his father's legs into the air. He's bent forward, panting into his mouth but not kissing him. One hand slides down to John's cock.
Dean keeps his pace steady and slow and takes his time to spread John open before thrusting back inside. Finally, his fingers close around the throbbing erection and he croons sweet praise when John reacts with a soft whimper.
"It's okay, Dad. It's okay, you can come if you want."
Their father comes with a heavy moan, spilling all over himself. He lies on the bed, panting and boneless as Dean grunts and empties himself in the snug hole twitching around him.
"He's so tight," Dean groans, closing his eyes as he enjoys the feeling.
He takes forever to pull out. To his surprise, John's cock is already half-hard again, rising from his stomach and leaking pitifully. At his raised eyebrow, Sam comments, "Like I said, it's a spell."
Sam runs his fingers over John's nipples, letting them trail towards the hole he will now claim as his. He rubs his fingers over it and takes a sharp intake of breath when Dean's come pours out.
"Sammy," the young demonic version of John Winchester whines, opening his legs for his other son to fuck him. "Please, I need your cock inside me."
"Show me," Sam rasps, his throat dry and his mind focused on the prospect he will claim John in a few moments.
With a groan, John reaches back and grabs his cheeks to pull them apart, showing off how Dean's come trickles out of him. Sam can't resist. One gesture and Dean hands him something he can tie John's wrist together with.
"You are such a good boy," Sam says, using the tied-up wrist as a handle. He rocks his cock over John's cleft and between his thigh.
The anticipation nearly kills him.
But god, he wants to savour this. He wants John to beg before Sam fucks him so hard his father can only scream. It's a beautiful sight, having his young father spread out for him. The feeling of finally pushing inside is even better.
There's a wet squelching sound, together with a gasp when Sam presses forward. It robs John's breath away when Sam bottoms out. He's big and having Dean wasn't enough to prepare him.
John whimpers, he runs a hand down his body. He needs to grasp his cock because the weight is too much. His palm slides over the head which drips onto the mattress.
"You are so big, Sam," John whines.
Tension bleeds out of him when Sam finally starts moving. Where Dean had been savouring the feeling and enjoyed slowly taking his father apart, Sam takes John without care or caution. Thrusting forwards, deep into the soft heat, he has John screaming in no time.
John groans into the sheets, trying to hold on to his sanity but there's little he can do with Sam's cock inside him.
His eyes find Dean's. A shudder runs down his spine. Dean looks hungry, short-breathed and licking his lips.
"Dean knows exactly how you feel, Dad. Usually, it's him beneath me," Sam murmurs. He hoists John's hips into the air to thrust into his father until he feels he has entirely taken possession of the tight ass. "I just love it when I have him bouncing on my cock, desperate and eager."
Sam leans forward, pressing his thumbs into John's flesh as he ruts forward. John's moaning feels just as good as the friction. He whispers, "I admit that your wet hole squeezing around me feels even better."
John whines and Dean asks, "Does he vanish at midnight?“
"I don't know," Sam answers and enjoys how his father's hole flutters around him. "We will have to make the most of it."