Fic: Hidden in Lies (6/6)
Warnings for in the Prologue, Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5
Chapter 6
“Why not to summon an Incubus”
Sam was grumbling, Dean was the one that should be bitching, he was the one stuck in the damn hole trying to all but chisel his way into this half cemented coffin of some long dead bastard that had a thing for chasing down little kids and skinning them. “Sam, shut the hell up or I’m leaving you to deal with this damn thing,” the younger brother shut up and Dean went back to lifting the sledge hammer and hefting it down, taking a huge chunk out of the middle of the slab. “Yahtzee,” it was just big enough to get them through and into the coffin. “Toss the salt,” Dean said as he hoisted up the heavy slab, Sam’s puppy dog eyes huge when his brother barely grunted as he threw a slab of concrete nearly his size, out of the whole. “Sam, we ain’t got all night, hur-ry u-p,” Dean’s voice broke up. Sam blinked and turned back at the odd thought that compared it to a dropping call. “Wh-at’s go-in-g on?”
“Dean,” Sam reached out to try to grab at the flashing image of his brother before he was suddenly gone from sight, leaving the young Winchester falling into an empty grave, face to face with a long death corpse, “Jeez!”
Dean blinked around, suddenly in a very different place. If it wasn’t for the three women staring up at him with bewildered eyes he would have thought Castiel or one of the dick angels had decided to make his night hell and throw him somewhere randomly.
“It… worked?” one of the three spoke, standing from within what looked like a white circle surrounded by candles.
“I’ll never doubt you again,” the other said as she grinned stupidly and hugged the third still kneeling woman.
“I wasn’t sure it would work… The spell said Incubi were harder to summon.” Dean winced, all three jumping back at the sudden slight flair of wings. Green eyes looked terrified as he looked toward his shoulder to see the black wings pulling away from his back as if to verify they were there, his tail swinging before curling around his legs in an old familiar gesture of unease. “Where am I?”
“Uh… Moffat Colorado?”
Dean’s eyes rolled, well at least he was in the same state, but where the hell was Moffat? He needed a map, after dealing with this ‘ladies’. “I don’t know what you were trying to do, but you really shouldn’t be messing around with things you don’t understand.” Dean took one step and then slammed face first into some unseen wall, “The fuck?”
“We won’t let you out… Unless,” Dean saw the look of lust from all three of the women and he sighed and attempted not to grumble. “Girls, now isn’t the best time. Rain check?” Dean tried again, folding back his wings and found he was incapable of hiding his Incubus form or getting past the barrier while in it, and he wasn’t quite sure he could get out even if he could make it go away.
“Well?” Dean had to raise a brow at the sudden boldness of the one that had to be in charge of this whole summoning thing before smirking, showing how fierce he could be with fangs showing and wings lifting to hold up in a more threatening fashion.
“What do I gotta do to get let out of this thing?”
“What do you think?”
“Babe, I suggest you think long and hard about what you’re getting into.”
“We already have,” all three gave a look of such stark lust, want, and the room smelled so sweet that he couldn’t help lifting his head to sniff at it like a dog following a scent.
“Once this starts, all bets are off.” Something was tossed into his prison and he caught it before it could hit him. “Isn’t it the man’s place to give jewelry, not get it?” Dean looked over the odd charm, his mind pulling a blank at what it was used for.
“Put it on, submit to us and we’ll let you out of the circle.” Dean held up the amulet, he may act it sometimes but he wasn’t stupid enough to just throw something on without truly looking at it. The fact that it gave him an odd sense of foreboding the closer it got to his neck made him pause. “You’ll starve if we don’t let you out, you realize that…” Green eyes showed fear for a split second before he lifted the trinket to slip it over his head. As small and light as it was it felt like he’d just locked shackles across his wrists and ankles. “Good boy,” his eyes rolled, they weren’t honestly going to use dog terms on him were they? “Now,” the circle was broken with a sweep of a hand and Dean felt the stale tasting air around him was suddenly replaced with fresh air, positively filled with that sweet tempting lust wafting from the three women, “On to your part of the bargain.”
Dean looked at the woman, he was angry that they’d dared pull him from his life for this, and let go. Every single bit of power he had always hidden and suppressed flooded the room, leaving the women gasping and suddenly shaking with arousal. “I told you all bets were off.”
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Dean sat back in his chair, the picture of serenity, if it wasn’t for the woman kneeling in front of him craning her neck to suck his dick and the two housewives rolling around in the kitchen floor in front of him. If it wasn’t for the fact that the women had dropped twice from sheer exhaustion and the windows he wouldn’t have known they’d been at it for two days straight. Dean hummed at the feeling of the woman sliding her tongue over him before sucking at him as if he was just an oversized straw. “You really want it that much?”
“Yes,” was breathed out, her voice nearly gone from moans, groans, begging and most likely screaming for days on end. “Then ride it,” those hazel eyes were completely drugged while she climbed up into his lap and lifted herself to slide over him. He didn’t be a gentleman, he didn’t catch her when she let herself drop onto him, he let her scream when her weight suddenly send an arm sized cock slamming into her cervix when she just wasn’t deep enough to take it all. “Does it feel good?” he couldn’t help but ask with a sadistic smirk while she moaned and tried to shift to take it all.
“Please, I want all of it,” was begged while she ground herself over him.
“I doubt you’ll ever be the same if I give it all to you.”
Another “Please,” was begged before he smiled and she was suddenly lying across the kitchen table with him shoving himself into her, again and again. Wringing moans and broken mewls for all of it as he shoved harder and harder to force her body to let him in deeper until she came, screaming at the pain and pleasure brought on by his hips meeting hers. Dean came right after, her body too tight not to release into it while his wings flared at the delicious taste of pain tinged lust sliding down his throat with one final kiss.
When he pulled himself free of the exhausted woman his cock was tinged red, he was actually hoping that she was just close enough to her period for his roughness to cause it to start early and not done permanent damage to her insides. “Go get washed up and rest,” she looked like she just wanted him to crawl inside her and fuck her to death but his power flared from the feeding and got her to nod and head from the room, legs tinged red and wobbling like she’d just given birth. One of the two moaning and writhing against each other finally dropped from exhaustion and he smirked because he knew which his next meal was.
Day three had two out of the three so exhausted not even his power could keep them moving. All they’d done was embrace before they fell together against the wall and barely breathed since. He was too busy pounding into the supposed leader of this little troupe and making her exhausted eyes beg him to stop. Even under his influence she wanted it to end. “Are you ready to end this?” he whispered into her ear as he finally pulled back the power that had turned the house into an orgy den. The woman moaned, pure pain as he continued to push into her, groans of pleasure somehow still working their way into her voice, “Yes.”
“Good because I’ve very nearly fucked you and your friends to death. One more for the road should be enough to teach you your lesson.” The woman wrapped her weak, shaking hands around his shoulders, nails digging in and causing his wings to flare toward the ceiling as he eased his thrusts so the pain would dull a little more, just enough for her to be able to remove the impossible heavy/light shackles from his throat. The amulet was pulled from his neck by hands barely able to lift the small trinket before she screamed in orgasm and he fed until she passed out from weakness.
They all would live, barely, and more importantly they’d think a hell of a lot more than twice over summoning an Incubus again. He didn’t kill his prey; the rest wouldn’t take any heed to that. Dean grabbed a much needed shower, dressed and laid all the limp bodies into the bed before leaving.
It took Dean a few hours to find Sam, or rather get him to find where ever the hell Moffat was and was happily munching on a candy bar he’d swiped from the prison he’d left waiting to hear the familiar sound of his baby rumbling up to meet him. “Dean, where the hell have you been, you’ve been missing for three day!”
“Sam, unless you want the ‘Dear Penthouse Forum’ version I suggest you shut the hell up and get in the damn car,” Dean grumbled while he took his usual place behind the wheel and didn’t even look at the terrified look on his little brother’s face.
Sam had stayed quiet, but his eyes kept glancing over at the old book and small bag that Dean had set down next to him before driving off. “So, what’s with the book?”
“Don’t worry about it Sam,” Dean answered before his hand reached down to clutch at the book softly, bumping something that rolled off the seat onto the floorboard. “Shit, Sam, can you grab that for me?” Dean felt the hackles rising on his neck, he hoped this worked.
“Sure,” Sam shifted so he could fold himself to reach the floorboard to pick up the small amulet “Here you go,” Dean reached out to accept the necklace before smirking sadly and throwing it over his neck to join the one his baby brother had given him so long ago. He’d rather be under his brother’s ‘control’ then ever have another incidence like that summoning. He’d been doing some reading while waiting for his brother, every new moon he’d learned you could summon an Incubus or Succubus with the simple ritual within the book next to him, and he wasn’t going to worry about being in the crosshairs of another group of horny spell casters.
“Thanks Sam,” Dean said, praying he’d never have to tell him what he’d just done and got a shoulder raise as if it were nothing before they fell silent on their way to the next stop on their journey.
The next motel might as well have been the last one they’d been in, but then if you did this job so long after awhile everywhere looks the same. Just a collection of beds, showers, sometimes you’d luck out with a kitchen or fridge….
Dean didn’t even bother with his bag, just stuffed the accursed book under his driver’s seat and stumbled into the room, falling onto the bed and sleeping. A soft smile on his lips, because after three days of nothing but sex, he was sitting comfortable on the dock of an old fishing spot. Birds calling to one another as the water lapped at the shore. Another figure suddenly joined him on the dock; it took all of half a minute before Dean jumped when his eyes noticed him. “Damnit Cas…”
A/N: I'm just gonna leave this here XD and if I do add to it (sequel, one-shot whatever) it'll probably have Dean/Cas involved and possibly Wincest... (Evil season 6)