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Dean approached the house he had been to on multiple previous occasions. A great monstrosity, with huge wooden doors, banded steal gleaming from attentive care that made it look as if it were straight out of an old black and white movie. Doors that held back a creature that was so huge and imposing that it would be able to tear all comer’s limb from limb. Possibly not even realizing the carnage that it had wrought until it was far too late to do anything about it.
Dean reached out a shaking hand to knock on the door, trembling as he was once again dressed in his scant attire. A plain, skintight, black t-shirt and a tiny pair of cut off jean shorts. Some of his clients dressed him up, like he was a cherished doll, in only the fanciest of clothes. Some preferred suits, while others preferred softer and frillier materials.
Rowena, the fiery redhead who was a tiny woman possessed of incredible and fantastical abilities, always had him stand on a stool, used him like a mannequin as she placed various materials all over his body. Long pins, with shiny multi-colored heads, would be used to hold the material in place. As she adjusted and fretted. Substituted and altered. Openly worried about how he carried himself. Now that he was such a wee dainty little thing. Her poor little darlin’ as she frequently proclaimed him to be.
Dean always wanted to laugh, to let her know that she was terribly wrong. He was a runt. Always had been, always would be. He was barely five foot nine inches tall, and he couldn’t imagine the possibility that he might grow into some mighty and imposing man that others feared. Or that might be intimidated by his commanding stature. No, that had been…
Dean frowned as the thought skittered away. As it fled into a dark corner of his mind and he was left to listen for the heavy footfalls that would indicate that the client who was a behemoth among giants, was nearing the front entry. Was preparing to use Dean in utterly debauched ways that shouldn’t be physically possible. Let alone legal. Or condoned by morally upright individuals.
He was so lost in his jumbled thoughts, that Dean had missed the only warning he was ever going to receive. The one that might have allowed him to flee into the dark night. His nimble frame helping to carry him far, far away from this tangled nightmare. Where he tried to outrace the consequences of his actions…
Dean looked up, met the stunning hazel eyes that always seem to be full of a dark emotion that Dean just couldn’t place. Even when his client appeared to be upset, he was always so gentle with Dean. As if he realized that he could break Dean in half with little to no effort.
He advanced through the open doorway, stopping as he always did, until he felt the hard cock press against him, which heralded the fact that he would now be thrown over an impossibly broad shoulder and carried down a wide hallway. Stopping in front of a room that held a bed that would comfortably sleep twenty. Dean couldn’t control the shiver that coursed through his body, as he patiently waited for his service to begin.
“Little one…” The soft words trailed off, just before a huge hand slid around him, one that spanned the entire width of his back, and then some. Dean tried to see in the dim lighting, to figure out why they were deviating from the norm. It wasn’t as if Dean hadn’t been used in places that hadn’t been custom made for such activities, it was just that this particular client, without the necessary benefit of a soft mattress beneath them, it left Dean fearful of broken bones if he were to be pressed into the hard floor. And then how would he be able to care for…
Dean frowned as the thought raced away, as he was left floundering. As his mind betrayed him yet again. Keeping the precious knowledge locked away, keeping him in darkness.
*****
Sam waited with infinite patience. It was all that he could do. Every other safe possibility had been thoroughly explored, and now all that was left was for Dean to show up. The true and real Dean, not the pale imitation that was bound, kept small for the amusement of others. He needed Dean to rage. To feel the fire that had driven him to make the devil’s bargain in the first place.
Sam was left to try the final desperate option that had presented itself to him. To save the brother that had sacrificed his entire future so that Sam might have a chance at a normal life. Not that it had worked out that way, not even a little bit. Sam had grown strong and powerful, and he had beaten back the wretched circumstances that sought to claim his life…
But the price had been much too high. It had cost him the most important person in all the world.
Temporarily, at least. Dean was still alive. Hale and hearty. Although greatly diminished, a shadow of his former self.
But Sam was going to fix it. If it was the very last thing he did.
*****
“What did you want me to do?” Dean asked, tremble in his voice barely contained while he stared up at the heaving chest of a man that crush him with his bare hands and grind his bones to dust. The continued silence was wearing on his fraught nerves, making him want to flee. To seek shelter.
A wicked smile crossed over the gorgeous face of his client, as a brittle laugh fell into the space that separated them. One dark brow arched high, and then the soft command shattered the calm.
“Run.”
Dean blinked hard, just before the adrenaline helped him to move. To turn on his heel and race down the hall, taking the stairs three at a time as he sought out shelter on the second floor. Hoping that one of the countless rooms that he had never been allowed to visit might be able to protect him from whatever twisted game was being played.
As he approached the first doorway, his small hand trying to turn the massive knob, the entire house seemed to shake as the monster downstairs launched himself forward. As he sought out the terrified prize that moved onto the next door, and the next. Trying desperately to find the refuge he needed to be able to survive this encounter.
Dean almost fell into the room, as the door unexpectedly moved, as he had finally gathered enough strength in his paltry frame to bend it to his will. To force it into action. He closed it behind him and had just dropped the thick steel crossbar into place when the thundering crash echoed through the room. Dean backed away slowly, eyes never leaving the door that shuddered violently each time the beast tried to gain entry.
“What the fuck do I do?” Dean asked to the otherwise silent room. Even though he knew there should be no reply, a voice echoed back. One that was familiar. That left him filled with an aching sorrow.
“Fight.” Dean could see the vision coalesce out of the darkness. A young man, with so much life ahead of him. But he had been crippled. Left hurt by bastards who Dean knew he had slaughtered by his own hand. Made them pay for what they did to his Sammy…
“You need to fight, De.” Soft hazel eyes stared up at him, a quivering smile that conveyed all the love in the world was gifted upon him. The young man, with the shattered spine, the broken limbs, and the brutal wounds. So terrible Dean knew he would never survive. Simply couldn’t get past this moment.
His Sammy would perish. Be stolen from him…
“NO!” The scream was ripped from Dean, as he quickly searched for anything to use as a weapon. His eyes fell upon the dagger that lay on the counter. Its hilt was covered in priceless gems, its blade gleamed as though it had been polished for countless hours. Until it was sharp enough to cut through anything. Sinew, muscle, or bone…
Dean grasped it tight, just as the bar bent and warped under the strain of the punishing bombardment, as the door was ripped from its hinges, and the great hulking monster entered the room. Dean didn’t try to hide, knew it would be pointless. Better to suffer a quick death cloaked in bravery, than to be dragged from a hidden place of shame. Brought out into the light and smote. Just like Sam had been…
With a roar, Dean ran at the massive figure, using a nearby chair to launch himself into the air, as he held the knife tight, sought to sink it into the heart of the monstrosity that had taken everything from him.
His aim was true. The blade sank in with sickening ease. And Dean was left caught in a tight embrace. As a huge and heartfelt smile broke out across the face of his adversary.
“There you are.”
The words were gentle, as a huge hand wrapped around both of Dean’s and withdrew the blade. A flash of light sealed the wound, leaving nothing but flawless golden skin in its wake as the knife clattered to the floor. Dean tried to struggle, tried to free himself of the merciless hold. But it was all in vain.
They were moving down the hall, briefly paused as the door they had always gone through before was utilized. The bed that contained only the most tortuously exquisite memories came into view. Dean was sailing through the air before he could stop this runaway freight train. But he wouldn’t beg for mercy. He was done with that fucking bullshit.
His fist connecting with an amazing pec garnered a burst of warm laughter. “Oh, are you going to try to hurt me?” Dean tried to struggle as his clothes were ripped from his body, shredded as though they had been made up of tissue paper.
“Fucker! I’ll make you pay!” Dean screamed out the words as he was flipped over, easily controlled by the giant he had no hope of beating.
“Will you now?” Mocking laughter filled the room as slick, lube-coated fingers sought his puckered hole. “You and what army?” A hand that covered most of his back pressed him down into the soft mattress, as he was diligently worked open. Dean knew he was screwed. Both figuratively and literally. But he would be goddamned if he wasn’t going out without a fight.
“I’ll kill you!” The latest of his pitiful threats was answered by a huge body covering him, by a massive cock seeking entry to his well-prepped hole, and the gentlest whisper that fell from full lips that were pressed directly against his freckle-covered ear.
“After all that you did to save me. Seems rather pointless, don’t you think?”
Dean knew that voice. It belonged to…
“How could you possibly think I would ever leave you like that?”
Dean shuddered as he felt the massive cock begin to split him open, as his guts were rearranged, as his body was bent to the will of others. He bit into his bottom lip, as he closed his eyes tight, and tears began to seep out.
Not because it hurt, but because it was nothing but the purest pleasure.
Just like Sam had promised it always would be…
Sam? Wait, his Sam. Could it really be, SAM? FUCK YES, IT WAS SAM!
“Come back to me Dean.” The deep voice was softer now, as the body moved above him. As the rolling hips drove a monster cock deep into his pliant body. As his hands were caught and held far above his head. As he was stretched out in more ways than one. Consumed whole. For the benefit of the one he had gladly sacrificed himself for, to ensure his continued safety.
To heal him and make him whole. His Sammy.
Harsh breaths fell against his ear, as powerful hips continued to pound against him. As his firm ass was utterly wrecked. Dean couldn’t help the smile that passed over his plush lips, as he knew he would be left gaping for days to come. Would feel sticky seed trickling down his leg, even after they took their bath together.
“Come on, little one. Show me who the fuck you are!” Dean gasped as the harsh command washed over him, as thick fingers circled his neglected cock, and stroked in time to the staccato rhythm of the hips that were helping to claim him for all time.
The memories began to bubble up, and Dean was caught in a maelstrom of emotion, as he held Sam’s broken body close, while he promised his future service to another. How the witch had smiled tenderly at him, as she wove her spell.
But something had gone terribly wrong. Sam had been healed, but Dean had been left to malinger. So that he needed to work off a debt that never should have existed. One owed to fate and destiny.
“Fight Dean!” Sam’s urgent plea washed over him, and Dean struggled to drag himself up and out of the darkness. To free himself from his flesh and bone prison, to be reunited with…
“You have to save him!” Dean screamed at Rowena while he held Sam’s broken body tight against his own. They had defeated the monsters, but at a terrible cost.
“I will do what I can. But magic of this sort requires a heavy toll. A sacrifice to balance it out.” Dean gritted his teeth; knew he would pay any price that was required.
“Do it!”
“You saved me.” A soft and trembling kiss was pressed against his cheek, as his body writhed helplessly as it was inundated by ecstasy as Sam simply refused to stop fucking into Dean’s body.
“Now let me save you. Please, De.” At the sound of his nickname, in the raspy baritone of a voice he would know anywhere, Dean came. His cock jerking helplessly as his climax was torn from him, while his body began to transform. As he turned back into what he once was. A warrior who fought against the forces of evil. With his little brother ever by his side.
Dean could feel Sam’s hot release fill him, as Sam used his monster cock to the ultimate benefit of both. His shattered cry wrapped around Dean and soaked in. Invaded through every single pore, until Dean was made whole and complete.
No longer a shadow that dwelt in darkness.
Sam rolled them, and Dean grimaced as the sticky come leaked out as Sam’s cock slipped free. But then his brows furrowed as he saw the massive arm that surrounded his waist and helped to mold him to the wall of corded muscle that lay so close to him.
“Wait? What happened?”
“Perks of being a research nerd. Not only are you healed, but I still get to be my new and improved self.” Dean felt himself being manhandled with ease, just before he was tucked back in against a body that would never have to fear any harm that might seek to befall it.
“Anything else I should know about?” Dean was met with a smirk and a wicked laugh just before full lips met his and began to own every single inch of his repaired body.
“Naw. Nothing I can think of.” Dean spent the next several days in a haze of bliss. As Sam explored every single inch of him. As he used his teeth, tongue, mouth, and hands to claim Dean anew.
By the morning of the third day, Dean couldn’t even think about trying to drag himself out of the huge bed that had witnessed every kind of debauchery. He simply surrendered to the delicious ache that was becoming his new normal. His hand laying over his abdomen, feeling the push of Sam’s cock, as he drove in balls deep, over and over again, helping to distend the solid flesh that didn’t stand a chance against it.
Dean’s cries were swallowed down by Sam’s mouth, sealed away, to be devoured at his leisure.
As Dean came once more, he realized that all was right with the world. That they were both happy and whole. Destined to live on for years to come.
Soulmates that had found a way to beat the odds. Ushered along by the carefully crafted guise of a centuries old witch who owed them a favor. But that debt was repaid in full. Had been the moment Dean recovered.
All that was left now, was to enjoy each other as had been intended.
“Rocked your little world, didn’t I?” Sam asked with a twinkle in his eye, dimpled smile on display, as he nibbled along Dean’s collarbone.
“Whatever, bitch.”
“Fuck yeah I did, jerk.”