TW: abusive relationship, dubcon, strangulation, murder, emotional/mental abuse, DEAN IS NOT A GOOD GUY)
Wincest Unhinged #7 Sam's scared, he's so fucking scared.
"If you love me, you'll let me do this." Dean says low into his ear.
"I do…I do love you, I'm just…"
Dean kisses his neck; "You don't trust me after all I've done for you?" He sounds hurt. Sam quickly shakes his head; "No, no, I do it's just…it's just a lot."
"If you can't do it, just say so. I can find someone else, and it'll be your fault. Just like last time."
Last time. The last time Sam said no to one of Dean's games. Dean offered Sam a beer, told him it was okay, he understood, and within a few minutes, Sam felt so fucking groggy. Dean came up behind him and wrapped an arm across his chest, pulling him backwards.
"I love you."
Dean held him, the embrace loving and possessive.
Something was wrong. Very, very, wrong.
"It'll take effect in a minute, don't worry, you'll be fine." Dean promised.
"What?" Sam slurred, trying to get his eyes to focus.
If Dean said something, Sam doesn't remember.
Sam remembers waking up, handcuffed to a bed. He remembers seeing someone, a man he didn't know laying beside him, staring at him without blinking, his eyes rolled back slightly, his mouth hung open.
He was dead.
But more horrifying, he looked like Sam.
"He won't hurt you, he can't." Dean promised. Sam jerked his head to the side, looking at his brother. "What did you do?! What the fuck did you do?!"
Sam thrashed on the bed, pulling at the cuffs. Dean covered Sam's mouth, fingers pressing so hard, Sam knew there would be bruises.
Dean pressed his forehead against Sam's; "Shh…Sammy, you need to be very, very, quiet, and listen to me. I need to take a shower."
Sam gave Dean a confused look.
"I am going to let you go, and I'm going to take a shower. In that time I want you to make a decision. You can either help me clean up this mess as an apology for the trouble you caused or you can call the police. But I promise you, I will not be going to jail."
Dean didn't even give the option of Sam running.
They both knew he wouldn't.
Dean took a step back, releasing Sam.
"Tell me you understand."
Sam bites his lip and nods; "Ill help."
"Thats my boy."
Sam got into the shower with his brother, washed his skin clean, kissed his fingertips, let Dean push those same fingers into him, and worked him open, slow and gentle.
"Feel good, doesn't it, baby boy? He didn't feel as good as you. You're so much tighter…"
Sam let out a soft moan, rolling his hips back.
"Kid didn't tighten up until I had my hands on his throat."
Dean curled his fingers around Sam's cock, pumping him, and fuck, it feels so fucking good.
"There's no shame in telling big brother what you need."
Sam pushes back, trying to get Dean's fingers deeper, trying to get him to touch that spot.
He's getting off on the hands that just strangled someone. He knows this. But Sam can't get past the urge to fuck.
When he begs for Dean, so embarrassingly needy, Dean looks proud.
That was the last time. This is now.
Right now Dean has him naked on the bed, working him open, pushing the head of his cock in and out of Sam's unprepped hole.
Dean doesn't speak, doesn't acknowledge that Sam is in pain, hell he seems to be enjoying it a little more because of the noises Sam makes.
'You can say no or stop at any time, but you know the consequences.'
"Dean, Dean, please," Sam chokes out, voice breaking, " I wanna…" He pushes against Dean's chest.
Dean kissed him, cutting off his words; "You know I won't let anything happen to you, why don't you trust me? Don't you love me?"
He does, he loves and trusts Dean so fucking much. "I do…I promise I do…"
"Then dont fight me."
Before Sam could react Dean grabbed his throat, Sam's hands flying instinctively to grab Dean's arms as his air was cut off
"Relax." Dean growls, and gives a hard painful thrust pushing the entire length of his cock in at once.
Dean moans, and when Sam lets his arms fall to the sides, Dean gives Sam that same look of pride he gave before, and for just a moment, the satisfaction that Sam made Dean happy, overshadowed the fear and panic of not being able to breathe.
Then Dean squeezed tighter, rolling his hips. "Feel so fucking good, doing great Sammy, little more, almost there…"
Despite his promise, Sam grabs at Dean's arm's he hits, and scratches, tries to beg with eyes for Dean to let up.
'Trust me, love me, trust me…" Deans words echo in his head, and fuck, he does. Dean's killing him, but he still loves him.
The world slips away…
Sam's eyes fly open as he takes in air, Sam feels Dean roll him onto his side.
"There you go." Dean says, rubbing his back. "Thought I lost ya there for a second. You did so fucking great Sammy, felt fucking amazing. You made me cum so fucking hard."
Dean gently lifted Sam's head onto his lap, fingers stroking through Sam's hair.
"Thank you, baby, boy. We can do it again tomorrow since you liked it so much too."
Sam glanced down, saw his own thighs covered with cum.
He hated that. He fucking hated it.
But he loves Dean more.
"Anything for you, De."
