Chapter Four

‘thoughts’

Warnings: some bondage, gore, SEX of the INCEST KIND.

Huffing softly as he swung his legs against the bed edge, Dean scratched the back of his neck as he waited impatiently for Sam to show up. It was already nearly ten in the morning and he was seriously getting impatient. Not to mention creeped out with how all the nurses who had visited him had eyed him like he was going to jump them and not in the good way. His doctor had even looked at him suspiciously, but no one had said anything specific to him, which was just pissing him off. He hated the feeling that he was under a microscope and not knowing the reason *why*.

He looked over as he heard the door open and sighed in relief. “Where the *hell* have you been?” he demanded as he jumped off of the bed and grabbed the small duffle that his brother had brought in. He sighed happily as he found his clothes and instantly untied the robe from around his neck and, after letting it drop, began pulling on his clean clothes. “I’ve been getting’ the feelin’ all day like I did somethin’ bad and they’re all watchin’ me!” he added while pulling on his boxer briefs and jumping a little to get things in their proper position.

“Sorry, sorry…I overslept,” Sam grumbled as he rubbed his hand through his hair while trying not to stare at his brother while he got changed. His eyes swept over Dean’s long, well muscled figure and he stifled the urge to sigh longingly. He’d always admired his brother in more ways than one, but the most recent admiration had fallen squarely in the wrongbrotherincestwrong category. Clearing his throat as he looked up while Dean pulled on his shirt, he smirked apologetically as Dean looked at him worriedly, though his brother hid it well under his exasperation.

“You overslept…on the day I needed you most to escape this place, you overslept?!” Dean challenged and Sam hid his smirk at the obvious cover-up for his brother’s concern. He peeked up as he heard the bed creak and saw his brother pulling on his boots swiftly, clearly wanting to get out of there as quickly as possible. “So why did you oversleep on this of all days?” Dean asked sarcastically as he laced up his boot before working on the other one.

“I um…was translating those symbols from that mirror you’d fallen into and uh…kinda fell asleep at the table,” Sam admitted and coughed lightly in embarrassment. Normally Dean would have been there to make sure he got some sleep. Without his older brother there though, Sam had just kept going until he’d passed out.

“Uhhhuh…any luck?” Dean inquired as he tilted his head to stare at his brother.  He stood up as Sam shrugged and handed him his jacket.

“Yes and no. I think I know what might have happened, but there are still some puzzle pieces missing.  But the one thing I know is that the power behind this is definitely bigger than some demon. I think it might be nature or some higher being that’s caused this and that it might not be something we can stop easily,” Sam replied as he led his brother out of the room. He’d already filled out all of the paperwork, so they were in the clear.

Grunting as he stuffed his hands in his jacket pockets, Dean watched his feet as they walked along until they went outside. Once outside, he glanced over at his brother. “Sleep better?” he asked quietly and smiled as Sam glanced at him in surprise before smiling as well and nodding. “Good…need you on your toes, little bro,” he added before looking ahead and spotting his car. He nodded as he walked around the car and noted that it was in very good condition. “Kept my baby well…good work, Sammy,” he complimented before sliding carefully into the passenger side.

“Uh…thanks,” Sam answered in bemusement before he slipped into the driver’s side and started the car up to take them to their hotel room. His brother wasn’t normally so free with his compliments. Was something up? He considered it as he drove them along, but obligingly pulled into a diner so Dean could have his ‘real food’.  As he watched his brother, Sam couldn’t help smiling. Some of the darkness that had been shadowing his brother since San Francisco had diminished, which was surprising since he had been the one to lose someone important there. But he was starting to realize just how important Dean was to him and, if Dean was happy, so was he.

*~*~*

The sky was darkening as the sun set and the nightlife began. Dean leaned his head back against the wall that he was braced against and waited for his target. He glanced over at where the body of the hooker he was ‘replacing’ was lying. It’d been easy to pump the scared kid for information before he’d knocked the kid out. While he didn’t approve of the kid’s lifestyle, he wasn’t after the little whore. He was just replacing him for a while.

Smirking at that thought, he returned his gaze back to the street and took note of the increasing number of rich looking cars that were driving through slowly. Tricks looking for their fun for the night. Most of them were probably married and were using whores just for kicks. It was sick and Dean’d love to take them all down, but he’d have to do that in every single town in the entire world and that’s more time than he had.

Taking up his pose again, Dean stretched just a bit to let the tight t-shirt he was wearing slide up to expose his sculpted abs. He knew he looked good...had played it enough to get what he wanted when he could. Usually it was for harmless, meaningless sex, but that night it was for justice. Even though he wanted something else...some*one* else...he would do this.

“You look mighty good. Where’s the usual on this corner?”

The low question fairly oozed with the attempt of sounding sexy even though it was riddled with greed and lust. Dean forced the grimace he knew wanted an out down with a smirk that had turned many a panties on fire. He slowly let his arms drop and ran his hands over his chest and thighs before relaxing back, looking calm and indifferent as the target sauntered over into his personal space. “He took the night off...something about his momma visiting,” he drawled out slow and thick, lacing his words with promise as he stared into the older man’s eyes.

He smirked as he watched the other man’s eyes blow wide with lust before they traveled appreciatively along his body, already calculating what could be done. When their eyes locked again, the smarmy grin was back on the target’s lips. “So, how much’re you?” he inquired huskily, obviously already turned on by what he’d seen.

‘Gotcha,’ Dean thought as his smirk widened. “Two hundred to be blown, five hundred for anal, five thousand for the whole night, anything you want,” he replied before licking his lips slowly, enticing the older man with his aptly named cocksucker mouth.

The target tilted his head as if considering his options while his eyes traveled over Dean’s body hungrily.  Dean shifted and spread his legs just a touch, enticing the older man with the bulge that was his crotch. That seemed to do it as the sharp gaze returned to Dean’s own swiftly. “Fine...you look worth five thousand,” he growled and Dean chuckled softly before leaning down and grabbing his duffle bag that held his ‘things’.

“You have no idea,” he purred and the older man jerked at the low tones that were meant to fire any libido. Dean licked his lips in satisfaction while following the directions towards the waiting BMW that was parked nearby. He slid into the leather seat and relaxed back, raising his left arm up and stretching so that it revealed his stomach once more, teasing the older man with glimpses of the tanned skin hidden there. It worked fabulously as the older man swallowed hard and jerked the car into gear, speeding them towards the same low class hotel as he had taken the previous whore the night before. Eyes slitting calculatingly, Dean looked over the approaching building, figuring on several escape routes for when it would come time for it. He flashed a smirk at the man before slipping out of the car after it had come to a stop, then sauntered inside with the trick’s arm around his waist. He didn’t even flinch as a possessive hand groped his crotch, but he did leer at the older man as he pushed into the touches. He would encourage this until he got what he wanted.

They took the stairs to the second floor and stopped in front of the third door on the left. It was obvious that the man came there often since he already had a key, which he jiggled in the lock impatiently as Dean leaned against the wall and watched him with a knowing smirk. Dean didn’t stop him as he reached over and groped him some more before loosening Dean’s jeans a bit and reaching inside to palm the hardening cock there. Dean stopped him though as the door opened and licked his lips while pulling the hand out of his pants. He leaned in and breathed out, “Money first...” He went inside then before the trick, tossed the duffle bag to the side, and sat down on the large bed with his legs spread and pants open, hinting at what was underneath as a knowing sneer tilted his lips.

A shaky smirk appeared in reply on the other man’s face as he pulled out his wallet while coming into the hotel room and thumbed out the agreed upon amount. He tossed the bills onto the table before putting his wallet away and loosening his tie. He moved closer to Dean, kicked Dean's feet farther apart, and leaned down as he pressed his shins against the bed, looming over Dean as he leered. “So let’s see whatcha got,” he growled before moving in for a kiss.

Turning his face away and grimacing as the wet lips slid down his cheek and across his neck, Dean snorted. “One stipulation: no kissing. I don’t know where your mouth’s been,” he stated and batted his eyes innocently when the older man shifted up and stared at him in disbelief.

“Fine...whatever...I get you for everything else,” the other man responded and shrugged out of his jacket before pushing Dean onto his back as he crawled on top. He licked and sucked at the tan skin that was exposed as Dean let his head fall back and groaned as their hips collided and slid together in a weak mock-up of what he really wanted. He bit down on Dean’s neck before whispering, “What’s your name?”

Smirking as he arched up in fake pleasure, Dean murmured, “Dean...a name you won’t forget.” He leered as the trick looked down at him before he suddenly twisted and flipped them so the suit was on the bottom. Swiftly, he grabbed and yanked the tie from around the older man’s neck and looped it around the other man’s wrists before tying him to the hook that was in the headboard.

Laughing, the trick arched up and tested the tie before leering at Dean. “Gotta say...you’re good at this, Dean! I’m sure I *won’t* forget this evening!” he declared as Dean worked his shirt, pants, shoes, and underwear off.

Smirking as he stood and stripped off his clothes as well before bending to reveal that he was already prepped, Dean slid a condom on himself and the trick’s cock. “That’s the point,” he murmured before sliding into place on the older man's cock. While the guy cursed and bucked up into him, he reached over and pulled over his duffle bag. He rocked his hips, distracting the older man as he tugged out what he wanted. When he’d brought out all he needed, he stopped moving and faced his victim with an evil smirk.

Seeing the smirk, the older man smiled uncertainly. “Hey...why’d ya stop baby? Drawing it out?” he asked as he began to grow uncomfortable with how Dean was staring at him.

Tilting his head to the side, Dean brought out the ball gag and quickly buckled it into place, muffling the man's protests. He patted the trick’s face and purred. “Now the fun can begin...baby.” With that, he sat back and pulled out the ceremonial dagger he had used before and turned it slowly, letting the light glint on the dangerous edge and watched as the trick’s eyes widened in fear.  He licked his lips slowly and then the sharpened edge before winking. “Let’s see how long you last...” he murmured as he set his dagger to the pale sweaty skin and made the first slice.

*~*~*

Sighing softly as he typed in another search, Sam stared blearily at his laptop before glancing over at where Dean was sleeping. His brother had crashed about half an hour earlier, which hadn’t been too much a surprise considering that Dean was still healing. What had been a surprise had been the lack of protest when he had insisted that Dean hit the sack. In fact, just before he’d fallen asleep, Dean had mumbled about Sam always being good to him. It was so un-Dean like that it had thrown Sam for a loop and had even worried him. Ever since he’d fallen through the mirror, Dean had been...nicer. Almost...kind. Usually he was a smart aleck and always thinking about his next lay or the hunt, but since that moment, he’d been worrying out loud for Sammy and being almost too considerate, especially to any of the women that they had encountered. It was throwing Sam off, but it was also rather cool. Dean rarely let his real feelings out or acted with such respect. It was almost like his better side was shining through the darkness that had been steadily gaining more of a hold on his brother.

Smiling slightly as he watched his brother, Sam found himself somewhat hoping that Dean would stay the way that he was currently. He’d been holding onto the past too much and all that had happened in the recent year. He just wanted things to be...less painful. Focusing on his laptop again, he worked on figuring out the last set of rune messages, hoping that they were a way for him to beat whatever it was that had been released.

A soft moan from Dean broke through his concentration and he looked over to see Dean had thrown off his blankets and was rock hard, his erection straining at the boxer briefs that were all that were clothing his brother. Sam’s eyes widened as his mouth went dry while he watched Dean buck up, clawing at the bed as his head tossed agitatedly on the pillow. His heart stopped when Dean began pleading, his voice raw as he humped the air before turning onto his stomach and writhing against the bed.

Sam could only watch as his brother fucked the mattress with hard frantic thrusts before he arched sharply, crying out, “Sammy! God yea!” Gasping softly, Sam stared at his brother’s shaking form before he noted dazedly that Dean was removing his underwear, leaving him naked and sweaty and gleaming in the soft light of the lamp. He couldn’t say anything as he watched Dean move into the bed, rubbing his face in his pillow as he clung to the sheets. He was jolted from his mesmerized watching as he finally heard what Dean was saying. “Sammy...please...in me...Sam please...please fuck me...please...”

The soft pleas made his body jerk with need and Sam couldn’t resist as he stood and went to the bed. He knelt next to where his brother was laying face down and frowned as he saw that his brother’s eyes were open, but glazed with lust and the appearance that he wasn’t there. But suddenly Dean focused on him and he grimaced as if in pain. “Sammy...please...ya gotta help me...” he whispered pleadingly and Sam shivered.

Placing his hand on Dean’s hot and sweaty back, Sam rubbed gently and swallowed hard as Dean arched into the touch before thrusting again against the mattress. “What do you need, Dean? Tell me,” he murmured huskily while fighting the urge to kiss and mark his brother, who was too tempting in his current state.

“In me...fuck me...god I need you so much it hurts...” Dean begged brokenly as he bent his knees up and pushed his ass into the air before he spread his legs just enough to expose himself to the cool air. “Please Sam...”

“Dean...I can’t...” Sam protested and his voice cracked like he was a teenager all over again. The hormones of that time seemed to accompany that break in his voice as his pants became unbearably tight and he wrestled with the need to remove his clothes as he became too warm. His hand slid down his brother’s back and brushed over those tight globes and he groaned as Dean pushed back into his touch with a whimper, his body bending to rub against the mattress as his ass pushed into the air more.

“Please Sammy...can be so good for you...let me be good for you...” Dean beseeched him while reaching a hand over and cupping his brother’s face tenderly. He brushed his thumb over Sam’s lower lip and licked his own as he watched the soft pull reveal Sam’s tongue behind the straight pearly white teeth. He moaned as Sam’s tongue inadvertently poked out and licked at Dean’s thumb before retreating behind the lower lip that was drawn in and held captive by those gleaming teeth. “Please Sam...need you so much...” he tried again and Sam gulped visibly as his gaze traveled over Dean’s wantonly displayed body.

Taking a deep breath, Sam wondered who could resist such need. It wasn’t him that was for sure. Quickly, he stood and removed his clothes, fumbling with his jeans as Dean resumed his begging while reaching back and parting his butt cheeks for Sam’s eyes. Sam almost came in his pants as he saw that Dean’s hole was glistening like he had prepped himself. But he knew...*knew*...that Dean had *not* planned this. When he had gone to bed, Dean had been too exhausted and their relationship was *not like that*!

But watching his brother and seeing the desire and want in the eyes that were like his own, Sam also knew that he would never let his brother suffer. The consequences would be faced in the morning. For now, his brother needed him. Crawling onto the bed, he caressed a trembling hand down Dean’s back and groaned deeply as Dean arched into his touch and pushed back, brushing that slick entrance along Sam’s achingly hard cock. He steadied his brother with his other hand and rocked leisurely against the hot skin, pushing Dean slightly into the bed and eliciting a shuddering growl from the other man. He grinned and brought his upper hand down, stopping briefly to caress the still healing wound under Dean’s shoulder blade before bringing it to guide himself into Dean. He pushed steadily into his brother, shaking with the tight hot that surrounded him.

He stopped when he was inside and draped himself along Dean’s heaving body, pressing soothing kisses along the scorching skin until he came to Dean’s face. A few seconds passed as their lips hovered so close before Dean pressed forward and they locked in a passionate kiss. Tongues sliding together, they began to move as one, bodies shifting as one as Sam thrust forward and Dean pushed back. They gasped in the other’s mouth as they continued to push each other towards an end that promised to be explosive to say the least. Dean whispered softly as Sam kissed his way down his neck while he threw his head back in pleasure, arching and forcing himself to meet every one of Sam’s driving shoves into him. Sam’s body pressed him into the mattress, but neither changed their position as their movement became frantic, their voices hoarse with the moans and growls that were forcibly ripped from them with every shift.

Suddenly, a fire seemed to explode in them both and Dean shuddered and nearly bucked Sam off of him as he shouted in climax, cursing and crying out Sam’s name. Sam’s hand unexpectedly laced with his own and squeezed hard as he too fell into release, coming deep within Dean as he thrust a last time with a groan of Dean’s name. They were rigid as they trembled with the pleasure that continued to swamp them before they both collapsed to the side. Sam threw an arm around Dean’s middle and pulled him closer as he gasped for air, lungs working overtime to recapture the much needed oxygen that had been pressed out of him from the spasms that had wracked his body. Dean was in a similar state, but he was gradually passing out from the overwhelming pleasure that was currently coupling with his continuing exhaustion. His body relaxed back into Sam as he fell unconscious and he was cradled close to Sam’s chest.

Watching his brother as he too relaxed, Sam couldn’t help smiling at the *happy* light that had come over his brother’s face. Even though it was wrong, it was also right. In the morning they’d have to have a talk about what *this* was all about, but for the moment, they both needed a respite. Closing his eyes, he nuzzled Dean’s neck as he wrapped his arms tighter around Dean and threaded his legs with Dean’s legs before passing out as well.

*~*~*

The soft sound of a match being lit floated into the air as the small flame was brought to life before being put to the end of a cigarette. It was shaken out as the end flared red while its contents were inhaled before it was being put down and smoke was breathed into the stale air that reeked of sex and blood. Dean glanced over lazily at the body that was on the bed and smirked, his face hidden in shadow and filled with malice.

The symbols that he had painstakingly carved into the writhing body were dripping slightly with what little blood was left in the corpse and streaks were still running down the unmoving torso into the soaked bedspread. The hard cock of his victim had replaced the ball gag after the man had died and the condom that had been filled with the release from that same cock was resting almost mockingly in the middle of one of the symbols. Surrounding the man’s head were copies of the company bank accounts for which the man had worked for with the signs of the embezzlement highlighted so it was clear as to what he was being punished for in that aspect. The wedding ring that was tarnished now with semen rested just above where the man’s dick once resided, a further testament of his depravity.

Grinning in amusement, Dean took another drag of his cigarette and blew out the smoke before standing and shouldering his duffle bag. He had already showered and cleaned up his mess in the bathroom thoroughly, making sure that there wasn't a shred of evidence to his involvement. After grabbing his money and the man’s wallet, he made sure that there were no more signs that he’d even been there and went to the window, opening it with a gloved hand. He climbed out onto the fire escape ladder and shut the window behind him before silently stepping down the ladder to the ground, which he jumped onto. He removed his gloves and took another drag from his cigarette before snuffing it out and putting it into the dumpster he’d landed next to. After that, he sauntered out and down the street, heading for his own hotel. He stopped once and glanced back, then blinked as he saw the sign of the hotel. ‘Divas Inc’ flared brightly in the vanishing night and he couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped him at the irony. Divas Inc was most likely going to be blamed for this...not that he cared.

Turning, he sauntered away. He had a pit stop to make at an ATM before he could go and clean up for the day. He pulled out a baseball cap and grinned. This was beginning to be even more fun than he’d thought!

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