"You're broken, so am I" (3,5/?) Series Tie In NC-17
Series tie in
Smack.
“I want a name.”
“No.”
Smack.
“I think the salt might be wearing off.”
Smack.
A muffled scream managed to make its way out of the man’s mouth.
“Or not.” Dean grinned.
“Turn the other cheek…”
Dean snorted at the man’s response.
“You really still believe in that God crap, Andy? Come on, open your eyes and look around! There’s no-one here but us. God has left the building.”
Andy Gallagher slowly raised his head, focusing his blown pupils on Dean. There were trickles of blood running down his forehead, as the demon had smacked him atop the head with his crop, and his chest was covered with long, angry looking red marks from a previous whipping. He was tired from hanging on the wall for days, not to mention starved, and Dean knew it very well -- that's why he had made sure to start the session by eating his dessert from lunch (a big slice of delicious blueberry pie) right in front of his prisoner.
The demon mourned that the pie was already gone, picking up some crumbs from the plate and popping them into his mouth, carefully licking the last traces from his fingers while keeping a close eye on Andy. And there it was - a gulp and a twist in his face, showing Dean clearly that there was a battle going on inside of him.
The demon lowered his head, smiling to himself. The kid was gonna break. They all did with the right convincing. And though Dean would have loved to play with him, right now he really needed that name.
“Watch out for those dogs, those men who do evil, those mutilators of the flesh,” Andy pressed out through his teeth.
Dean pursed his lips, looking thoughtful for a moment. “Philippians 3:2, if I’m correct.”
Andy looked sincerely shocked for a moment, before he gathered himself and asked with a weak, slightly quavering voice, “You…? You know the Holy Bible?”
Dean let out a short burst of cold laughter. He had expected that response.
“Of course I know it. One always has to know his enemies,” Dean explained as he walked back to the table, placing the riding crop back into the salt water and picking up a razor. It was his favorite instrument of torture, because it made shallow, yet so painful cuts that wouldn’t heal.
Andy looked puzzled, seemingly completely unaware of Dean’s actions as he mumbled so quietly that it almost seemed like he was talking to himself: “You know the Bible by heart and yet you’re working for the forces of Evil? Haven’t you understood that our salvation lies with Jesus Christ?”
“I don’t need your salvation. Why should I? You see, you guys think everything that I think is good or fun is sinful.”
Dean smirked and made a long slice from Andy’s collarbone down to his belly. The younger man groaned in anguish and tried to flinch away from the blade, but his chains wouldn’t let him move.
“Be still, or I will get the salt to rub over those nice fresh wounds of yours,” Dean warned, and pressed a hand to Andy’s throat, keeping him still while he dragged his blade down over his prisoner’s cheek and neck. It was a shallow cut, not deep enough to damage any arteries, but when Dean pressed his fingers against it the young hunter started to struggle, a small agonized sound escaping his throat.
Dean had to restrain himself as his cock twitched in his yeans. It was incredible how hard those kinds of pained groans and the trembling of strained muscles under his fingers could get him. Dean had to gather himself for a moment and remind himself that this was business - he would have plenty of time for pleasure later if he just got the kid to break.
Andy was talking again, reciting another passage from the Bible. “For, as I have often told you before and now say again even with tears, many live as enemies of the cross of Christ. Their destiny is destruction, their god is their stomach, and their glory is in their shame. Their mind is on earthly things.” He paused for a moment, collecting himself, and then continued: “But our citizenship is in heaven. And we eagerly await a Savior from there, the Lord Jesus Christ, who, by the power that enables him to bring everything under his control, will transform our lowly bodies so that they will be like his glorious body.”
Dean laughed, sincerely amused. He couldn’t believe that there were still people dumb enough to believe in that Jesus bullshit. Their side had already won, after all.
“I hate to break it to you but it seems to me that Jesus won’t be coming to save your pitiful soul, especially as the Day of Reckoning’s already passed. We won, by the way - and killed off most of the Christians and other parasites that plagued the world. And now it’s our turn to rule and make it all right. You see, we don’t believe in all that ‘suffer and go to heaven’ crap. ‘Cause the way you guys describe heaven sounds pretty much like a major turn-off to me. I mean - I hate harp music and I sure as hell wouldn’t like being trapped in a place where I can’t fuck around with other guys or hurt pretty little things like you.”
Dean emphasized his last words by taking out a box from his back pocket, opening it to reveal a large collection of steel needles in different sizes and shapes.
He was thoughtful for a moment before he picked out three long, slightly curved ones.
This should get this show on the road, the demon thought to himself.
Dean stepped closer to Andy, looking him in the eye, while he shoved the kid’s pants and underwear down.
“No. Please don’t!” Andy sounded afraid now and he was desperately pulling against his restraints.
Ahh… the fear. Dean could never get enough of it. It was so delicious how all the humans were afraid of him. Well, all but Sam, but Sam was… Yeah, Sam was special.
No, he reminded to himself. He wasn’t. He was just pretending to be and I was foolish enough to wish he was, but in the end… Yeah, in the end Sam was still just a fucked up kid and Dean was still a demon - which meant he needed to bring himself back to the business at hand and stop fucking daydreaming about Sammy.
Dean leaned closer to Andy, pressing his mouth against his ear. Fully enjoying the scent of sweat, blood and fear that rose from the kid, he flicked out his tongue to taste the salty skin.
“I like you Andy, you seem like a really good, devoted kid,” he softly whispered to him. “But you see - I have to get that name or my father is gonna be really angry with me. And I don’t want him to be angry, ‘cause he’s the oldest of all angels and he really knows how to cause someone pain - this here is child’s play compared to what he’ll do to me. So I hope you understand that I have no choice here and I will get that answer, no matter how hard you fight. Do yourself a flavor and end it now, with your chance to go to heaven still so preciously in your grasp.”
“I’m going to heaven anyway,” Andy answered, but there was a slight change in his voice. Probably unnoticeable to anyone but a trained torturer like Dean, who had been raised to know when his subject was about to break - when he started to doubt the dogmas of his life.
Well from here on out it should only take a few more little pushes in the right direction and…
“You see kid,” Dean pulled back to look Andy in the eyes again, “that’s the problem here - you’re not getting there. ‘Cause if we continue this game I’ll first have to insert these pretty needles into a few places…”
Dean paused to lightly run his hand over Andy’s crotch, no hard touches, just the softest skim of his fingertips.
The demon smiled to himself as he felt the hunter’s flesh twitch under his hand. He was almost starting to wish the kid would fight him more; if he did Dean would have had a chance to tease his flesh good and slow until this Lamb of God was reduced to nothing but a whirling mass of desire.
Dean licked his lips, the muscles in his back tensing and his own cock rising to life as he let Andy know what he had in mind.
“… and if the needles don’t help I’ll have to fuck that pretty body of yours, and I’ll make sure you enjoy it.”
“No,” Andy mumbled, looking terrified and going completely still for a moment.
Dean grinned widely. “Oh yes. I’ll ride you so deep and completely that no heaven will ever want you. You will be a sinner to them then - a guy who has enjoyed being fucked by another guy. And then you’ll go to Hell and become one of us. Yes Andy - it might take centuries, but you will become a demon eventually.”
He leaned against Andy, licking away a long trickle of blood that had flowed from the cut on his cheek
The taste of blood made Dean’s dick swell, and from where it was pressed against the younger man’s hips, he was pretty sure Andy could feel his arousal too.
Dean knew he just had to make the last moves and it would be his win. “And don’t even think you won’t enjoy being with me - trust me -- you won’t be able to control your body enough to keep yourself from coming once I’m set on making you do it.”
“I… no...” Andy was sobbing, sounding almost defeated.
“Shh… It’ll all be okay. Just give me the name and I won’t touch you,” Dean promised and softly petted Andy’s mop of dark hair.
“I… I can’t.”
“Sure you can…” Dean whispered in his ear, reaching down and unbuttoning his own yeans, freeing his hard member and pressing it against Andy’s hip, grinding against him, and letting out a soft moan at the long awaited feeling of skin on skin.
“… Or would you rather have this up your tight virgin ass, begging for me to ride you?”
“No. Please. Don’t do this,” Andy whispered through tears.
Dean cocked his head. “You can’t fight your body Andy - sooner or later it will betray you and there will be nothing left for you but a future as one of us, as a demon.”
The torture was again gentle as he ran his thumb over the corner of Andy’s mouth.
Time for our final act.
Andy raised his head just in time to see Dean’s eyes turn from black to emerald green.
He took a sharp breath, just as surprised Dean hoped he would be.
Dean looked stricken and his voice was scared and anxious as he pleaded, “Please don’t make me hurt you anymore. I don’t want to. Oh God - in the name of everything that you hold holy - please make the demon stop.”
Let’s see if this sucker bites.
“You’re not the demon?” Andy whispered, sounding like he wanted to believe it.
Dean had hard time keeping a straight face - he couldn’t believe the poor bastards always fell for the “oh, I’m just a poor possessed guy” act.
“I fought him off for a moment but I’m too weak to hold him off for long or move my own body.”
Andy nodded, looking sympathetic.
“Please help me. I know he will hurt you, that he’ll do all those filthy things to you and he’ll use my body to do it, and he’ll force me to watch it all,” Dean added, while accenting his voice with a slight quiver and plea.
I should so get a freakin’ Oscar for this, he mused to himself while he held up his begging expression for Andy.
“I’m sorry I…” Andy didn’t finish his sentence as Dean’s eyes were again flashing with black and his expression went back to the smug grin.
“Well I hope you girls had a lovely chat, but it’s time for big boy games now. And don’t be such a party pooper Dean! I’m sure you won’t have anything against that nice orgasm we’re going to get when we shoot our load up the guy’s ass.”
Dean’s grin grew even wider as he raised his needles to show them to his prisoner, right in his face. He smiled, scraping his teeth over the bottom lip and enjoying the look of despair on Andy’s face.
Fuck, this kid is getting me so hard I might just have to take the extra time and fuck him at the end of all this anyway.
Dean turned the needles over his hand, sliding his fingertips over the cool metal surface. “These look pretty, don’t they? Don’t worry - they won’t even hurt that bad... once you get used to the pain.”
“You’re a monster,” Andy mumbled, pure terror in his voice.
Dean shrugged. “Maybe so, but at least I’m very thoughtful towards my prisoners. See I don’t wanna ‘cause them any needless pain, so if you think piercing your most sensitive body parts won’t move us on I would suggest we get straight to the more pleasurable actions.”
Dean illustrated his words by grinding his cock into the smooth curve of Andy’s hips, their mixed sweat easing his movement and making him moan.
“No. Stop! No! Please,” Andy begged as Dean took his cock into his hand and started to carefully stoke it, making sure not to put too much pressure into it but still enough for the shaft to start hardening.
“Mmmh… I just love a boy who knows how to beg,” Dean purred and leaned forward to lick Andy’s neck.
“I’m… I’m so sorry, oh God forgive me.” Andy sobbed to himself, his whole body shaking, and he whispered so quietly that Dean almost missed it: “Bobby Singer.”
Dean instantly pulled away, looking smug while he tucked himself back in and said, “See now - that wasn’t so hard was it?”
“What have I’ve done?” Andy whispered, as if he was just starting to realize what had happened.
“And for the record: That Bible stuff of yours does have some good points in it. Remember Jesus’ words: ‘Do not suppose that I have come to bring peace to the earth. I did not come to bring peace, but a sword. For I have come to turn a man against his father, a daughter against her mother, a daughter-in-law against her mother-in-law- a man's enemies will be the members of his own household.’ Looks like that part is coming true just fine, doesn’t it?” Dean smirked, enjoying how his words sunk in.
“I’ve killed him. It’s my fault… I was too weak… oh my god what have I’ve done?” Andy whispered, rocking himself back and forth as far as his chains allowed.
“Don’t worry kid - everyone breaks eventually,” Dean said with a cold tone as he placed the needles back into the box and laid it back down on the table aside his other instruments.“But I really must go now, as there is still some justice that needs to be carried out tonight.”
“Not Bobby. No, please. Kill me but leave him alone!” Andy cried out.
Dean carelessly shrugged. “We all have to pay for our actions sooner or later.”
The demon turned around and called towards the door: “Guards!”
Instantly four of his bodyguards entered and lined themselves up.
“Sir?” The head of the bodyguards, Leto, asked.
“Take the kid and rape him. Make sure he enjoys it, and then kill him,” Dean instructed, while shrugging on his coat and turning towards the door.
“No! You bastard! You promised! You said you wouldn’t do this if I gave you the name!” Andy screamed angrily while the bodyguards moved in on him, unlatching his restraints.
Dean stopped in his tracks and turned a bit to look back at Andy.
“There’s another lesson you haven’t learned from the Bible, kid.”
Dean smirked.
“Demon’s lie.”
TBC.
Next chapter up at here.