Smutty Goddamn Werewolves
Title: Smutty Goddamn Werewolves
Author: Kinkylittlered
Rating: R
Warnings: Smut, incest, Wee!cest, knotting, rim jobs, anal, underage
Word Count: 5881
Authors Note: I really wanted to make this longer but as a pinchhit for spn_j2_xmas I wanted to get it posted as soon as possible. Also, the title is, well...I ran out of creative juices. This is a gift for proserpine_1982. Sorry I couldn't find a beta in time so I read through it myself. I hope you enjoy, I tried to add as many kinks as I could in the short space.
Like most trouble in Dean’s life it all started with a hunt. The target had been simple enough; a werewolf was on the run and willing to kill to stay alive. The only thing that set this case apart from the others was that the beast seemed able to change at will. Well, that and that it still seemed to retain some if it’s human side even after the beast took over. After weeks of searching John had finally gotten it trapped and called Dean into help. At the young age of eighteen, Dean was a trained fighter and ready to kill anything his father deemed evil. The only real bump in the road was the bite that landed firmly on Dean’s thigh before the monster was killed.
nbsp; Dead knew enough to hide it, walking without a limp despite the pain shooting up his leg. His blood was on fire but he still managed to make it back to the shitty motel without drawing his father’s attention. He had waved off the blood on his jeans as the monsters and hastily rushed to shower. The bite was wide; the tears of flesh were bad enough to need stitches that Dean would need to do himself. Thankfully John was called off to another hunt by morning, leaving Dean to watch over his brother. Hiding a wound was next to impossible with his father, but Sammy was a bit easier to fool.
nbsp; Dean sat on the cold bathroom floor trying not to think of all the disgusting things that could possibly be on a shady motels floor. The bleeding had stopped but he needed to tie the skin together before the scab made it impossible. Dean wadded his shirt up to create a makeshift gag and hastily bit down on it. His hand trembled slightly as he poured whiskey onto his fresh wound. Screaming into the gag, Dean let a few tears from pain slip down his cheek. After he pain abided Dean threaded dental floss through a curved needle and began the slow and painful process of stitching his leg back together. On some level he knew it was pointless because sooner or later his father would discover his infection and would be left with no choice but to kill him. Still, the minute chance of survival pushed Dean on until the skin was pulled together in a rough zigzag. Dean barely managed to pull on boxers before he could feel the weight of sleep pushing on him. He tried to pull himself to a standing position but instead tumbled towards the counter top before blacking out.
XOXO
“Dean, wake up.” Sam’s voice was quiet, shaking ever so slightly. At fourteen he was just old enough to be able to help, but as a hunters son he understood exactly what a bite like this meant after working a werewolf job.
“Sammy?”
“It’s Sam, help me lift you. I can try and get you to the bed.” Sam pulled on Dean’s arm, and huffed in frustration when the older boy didn’t budge. “Come on, this bathroom is disgusting and we don’t want your stitches getting infected.”
“Sammy, get my gun.” Dean was slowly regaining consciousness and instead of the need to survive that had pushed him early he was greeted by the need to protect his brother.
“What for? You killed the thing already.” Dean could see his younger brother through blurry eyes, his eye brows arched and his soft brown eyes filled with concern.
“I was bit, we gotta end this before I hurt you. I should have told Dad what happened instead of sneaking back here like a coward. My gun is still loaded with silver, bring it to me so I can-“
“What leave me here alone? I can take care of you; Dad doesn’t have to know what happened. He’s gone all the time; he probably won’t even notice a change. He’ll just chalk it up to puberty or somethin’.” Dean wasn’t surprised by Sam’s inability to see the truth; after all without Dean he was practically alone in the world. Dean had raised him and now he was also his only friend in the world.
“And when I change? What then, Sammy?” Dean’s voice shook a bit and he pulled his arm away from his brother so that he could scoot further back. “I could accidentally kill you.”
“You said these ones seemed different, like they were more aware. We don’t know that you won’t be able to control it. The guy could turn at will, this isn’t the raving monsters we are used to killing.” Sam fell to his knees in front of Dean and moved closer, his eyes pleading the same way they used to plead for candy when he was a child. Then Dean had done all that was in his power to make sure that Sam could enjoy what little things he did want, now though…he was powerless to stop the monster that would soon take over his body.
“Who knows how long it took him to learn to control it. Even once he had it under control he still killed people, Sam. I don’t want to hurt anyone, especially you.” Dean let his head drop back against the bathtub so that he could stare at the ceiling instead of those eyes.
“You aren’t going to hurt me, you’ve never hurt me Dean. I…can’t survive without you. Dad doesn’t really care about me; if I don’t have you I’ll be alone. Please, please just give it some time. I’d rather risk being killed or turned into a monster than have you taken from me without knowing it had to happen. Look you’re too hurt now to really argue with me. Unless I bring you the gun you won’t be able to get it. Let me help you to bed and we can talk after you get some rest.” Sam pulled himself from the ground and once more started pulling on Dean’s arm. Already the older brother could feel exhaustion weighing on him, so with some effort and pain he allowed Sam to pull him to his feet.
nbsp; The walk to the bed was nothing short of excruciating and almost as soon as Dean’s head touched the pillow he passed out. His dreams were odd and disorientated, often involving running and seeing the world in black and white. After what felt like an eternity, Dean could feel the sleep slipping away and in its place he was not greeted with pain, but hunger. Dean’s eyes opened slowly, the room coming into focus as his mind cleared. Dean made a move to sit up but was instantly greeted with both pain, though not from his injured leg but from his wrists. Looking up Dean could see that Sam had tied him to the bedposts.
“Sammy?” Dean called out and was met by silence. He had no clue how long he had been sleeping but he was still dressed in just boxers and the wound that had once been bloody and torn was now nothing more than a white scar on his upper thigh. Dean should have expected this considering how difficult it was to kill werewolves but he was blind sighted and hadn’t really considered what else being bitten might entail.
nbsp; When he pulled on his arms the cuffs gave no give and the burning intensified. Looking up he could see where his flesh appeared to be burning. Although it was painful, Dean was glad that Sam had regained enough sense to know to use the silver cuffs to keep him in place. He could only hope that his younger brother also had enough sense to call their father.
nbsp; After several hours Dean’s stomach began to gnaw at itself, the loud growls filling the room. He watched as the shadows on the walls moved lower, time passing in slow drizzles. Finally a key moved into the lock, Dean’s ears catching each sound as it slowly pushed past the pins. The door opened to reveal Sammy alone, carrying a bag full of groceries.
“Oh good you’re up! I was starting to get worried; it’s been a few days. I got steak because I figured you need some protein.” Sam flashed Dean an innocent smile and walked into the small built in kitchen.
“Sam tell me you called dad, tell me he is on his way.” Dean knew instantly by the slight smirk on Sam’s lips that he had no intention of ever calling their dad.
“Of course not, I told you we are going to deal with this ourselves. I’m going to fry this up so sit tight, then I’ll give you a sponge bath ‘cause you’re starting to smell up the place.” Sam hummed as he walked into the kitchen, clearly trying to act like he didn’t have his brother tied up mostly naked to keep the man from eating him.
“Sam, untie me now.” Dean practically growled the words; the strange animalistic tone took him and Sam both by surprise.
“No, Dean. If I untie you you’ll just call dad or shoot yourself. No, until you stop being suicidal I need to keep you tied up. Especially since you aren’t hurt anymore, I can’t have a werewolf just running about.” Sam shook his head at Dean like he was crazy and threw the raw steak into the pan, causing Dean’s stomach to respond enthusiastically.
“This isn’t a joke, man. You need to call dad or shoot me yourself before I turn.” Dean grunted in frustration and pulled once more on his restraints.
“Of course this isn’t a joke, Dean. Do you think I like having to try and sleep through your growls and the weird things you keep saying? Do you think I like having to watch your wrists burn?” Sam huffed, his lips pulling into a pout. “I wish everything was back to normal, well as normal as it gets for us, but it’s never going to change so we might as well try and make this work. Stop trying to get free you’re only going to make the burns worse.”
nbsp; Dean balked at Sam for a moment before finally relaxing against the bed. The hotel room was silent, the only sound breaking the dense mute was the steak sizzling away in the frying pan. After a few minutes the smell became too much for Dean and he finally broke the silence with a small huff.
“It’ll be done soon, I’ll have to feed it to you though. We can’t really risk letting you go only to have you eat me instead of the steak.” Sam smiled and poked at the steak, missing the dark flash on Dean’s face.
nbsp; Something dark inside of Dean did little flips at the idea of eating Sam, for a moment it was terrifying and then Dean felt the punch of raw sexual attraction race through his veins. He was left suspended in confusion, unsure of whether to be relieved that he didn’t want to eat his brother or terrified and repulsed that he did want to eat a part of his brother. Dean shifted so that he could stare at the wall, trying to look anywhere but at his little brother. All too soon the steak was done and Sam was lumbering his way over on limbs that seemed just a bit too long for his thin frame. The scent that washed over Dean was too powerful to be ignored, a scent that he hadn’t been able to pick up on as a human but that now called for immediate attention. His brother’s scent was dark and enticing, washing over him in waves as Sam took a seat at the edge of the bed.
nbsp; Dean had noticed when Sam had began to go through puberty, it would have been impossible not to notice the way the younger boy had shot up and began to subtly fill out. Dean hadn’t missed the way the Sam’s showers suddenly doubled in time, but it had mostly been amusing. This ache inside of him had to be a symptom of the disease now thriving inside of his body because consciously he had never felt a single urge to touch his brother and now his fingers were twitching with sudden and intense need. Dean took a calming breath before finally turning back to look at his brother with lust blown pupils.
“Sam I need you to get away from me, something ‘s wrong. I…call dad.” Dean said the words through gritted teeth, blood rushing down with each pump of his heart. He was in no position to hide the growing erection and his boxers weren’t going to leave much to the imagination.
“Dean, what’s wrong?” Worry echoed through Sam’s voice and he immediately abandoned the steak to press a hand against Dean’s forehead.
“Don’t touch me, Sammy.” Dean immediately turned his head away, his breath coming out in short pants.
“Don’t push me away, what’s wrong? Are you in pain?” Sam once again moved to touch Dean, only this time the older boy had no more space left to put between them. Despite the pain in his wrists and shoulders Dean tried to twist his body to hide his full cock now tenting his boxers, but it only caused Sam to straddle his lap to keep him from moving. “Stop it, how am I supposed to help you when you won’t tell me what’s-“
“Get off of me, Sammy.” Dean’s voice was no more than a whisper, his heart hammering both from embarrassment and from the excitement of having his object of lust seated directly on his cock.
“Dean?” Sam’s reply was just as quite, his eyes wide and his body completely still.
“It’s gotta be something with the disease, it’s got me all messed up man. Just get off of me and call Dad.” Dean buried his face into the bed as much as possible, trying to keep Sam’s scent away and to hide his shame.
“If I call Dad he’s just gonna shoot you. No, we gotta handle this one alone.” Sam settled down a bit a lowered ever so slightly onto Dean’s lap, causing his brother to immediately groan.
“Sam.” Dean’s voice held a warning, but just under the surface Sam could hear a small plead.
“Dean, I could just help you and then-“
“Help me, Sam? How the fuck are you going to help me?” Dean wasn’t sure if his sudden anger was the beast talking or suppressed rage over being bitten, but it boiled over red and hot. In an instant Dean turned to Sam, is eyes suddenly turning black.
“Your…eyes. Dean you gotta clam down or I think you might cause the shift to happen.” Sam squirmed on his lap, almost afraid to look his brother in the eye.
“Stop moving like a fucking tease.” The monster inside of him was speaking and Dean instantly bit his lip to keep it from saying more. After a moment he felt the rage fade and chanced talking. “Sammy, ‘m so sorry. That wasn’t me, it was…the beast. I’m turning into a goddamn monster first I’m lusting after my own blood, my own blood that’s a freaking child and now I’m screaming weird shit. Fuck man.”
“I’m not a child, Dean.”
“Look if we call Dad maybe he will know a solution but you can’t keep me chained to a bed forever.” Dean pulled on his restraints as a test and cringed as the silver brushed against his already burned skin.
“I am so sick of you acting like I am a child. Do I look like a kid to you?” Sam’s voice had an edge that Dean had never heard, it was unnervingly deep and sent instant chills down his spine and blood pumping back to his half hard cock.
“You’re only fourteen, basically a child.” Sam stared at Dean in fury before pulling himself off of his brother’s lap. For a moment Dean was certain he had won, that Sam was angry enough to call their father or at least give him some space. Instead Sam began to strip off his clothes in abandon, leaving Dean’s mouth watering and his cock heavy against the soft material of his cotton boxers. “What are you doing?” Dean’s voice was thick with lust, his pupils blown wide.
“I’m showing you I’m not a child. Do you know what I do when I take showers, why it takes so long?” Sam ran a hand teasingly up his bare chest and then back down to tug on his thickening cock.
“Jerk off?” Dean tried to manage a laugh but it came out throaty and needy.
“Oh I get myself off but not with my dick, you wanna see my toy?” Sam’s stare was almost predatory, as though he was clearly aware that Dean had no where to run and would be forced to take whatever Sam was giving.
“Sam, don’t do this. I don’t know what will happen, or if I can control myself. You smell so good.” Dean groaned and turned his head away, his eyes tightly closed to keep out the image of a naked Sam walking around the room.
“I want this Dean, been thinking about it for months. I didn’t think it would happen this way but I’ll take what I can get.” Sam returned to the bed with a thick toy in hand and a packet of lube. He coated the toy and then tossed the packet to the side. “I’ve been fuckin’ myself with this and imagining it was you.”
nbsp; Dean’s throat closed up as he imagined Sam in the shower, dripping wet and fucking himself with the thick toy. His brother’s hips were still so narrow, the thing would almost look like it was splitting him in two, it seemed almost impossible that the younger boy would be able to take all of it inside but Sam was quick to prove Dean’s theory wrong. Sam once again moved to sit on the bed, this time laying down on his back with his legs spread wide so that Dean could see his hard cock and puckered little hole.
“Sammy.” Dean groaned out his brother’s name and desperately fucked the air, wanting any sort of friction and finding none.
“Just watch Dean, want you to watch me push it in.” Sam’s voice was thick as he reached around and circled his hole with the curved purple toy. Dean’s eyes were glued, and Sam smirked as he began pressing the silicon into himself. “M feels so good. I fucked myself in here earlier, watching you sleeping and wondering what it would feel like to have a cock fill me up instead. Fuck, still so tight though, hurts a bit but-“ Sam let out a low groan as the head of the toy pressed against his prostate. “always ends up feeling good.”
“Fuck you’re gonna kill me.” Dean panted out, his cock leaking and leaving a wet spot on his boxers.
“I’m gonna take care of you Dean, gonna ride you.” Sam pushed the toy in the rest of the way and clenched around it. Just for show he fucked himself for a few minutes, moaning Dean’s name and begging him to fuck him. By the time Sam pulled the toy free all Dean could think of was fucking his baby brother and filling him up with hot cum. He wanted to claim him, to bite down on his fleshy neck and then mate him into the mattress. Sam let the toy fall onto the sheets and finally freed Dean from his boxers, earning a desperate moan and hip thrust. “Holy shit, what is that?”
“What?” Dean tried to clear the haze in his mind to understand what Sam was fussing over, after a moment he looked down in confusion and saw exactly what Sam was staring at. “What the hell is on my dick?”
“Dude you have a knot…like a dog!” Sam let out a little giggle, earning him a cold glare from Dean.
“Great, now my dick is all messed up too.”
“Wouldn’t say it is messed up, Dean. I’m just gonna really have to relax to take all of that in me. You’re body just wants to fill me with pups.” Dean looked up at Sam to see if he was kidding but the humor on the boys face was gone and instead he was looking at the knot at the base of Dean’s cock like it would be his salvation.
“You like that? The idea of being tied to me and filled with my cum, all stretched wide around me? Fuck look how big it is, damn near break you in half.” The filthy words were out of Dean’s mouth before he could stop them, and for a moment he was ashamed that he was feeding into his incestuous desires but the look on Sam’s face made it clear that one way or another they would be mating.
“’S gonna be so fucking hot, we’ll be tied together for hours and you’ll have me all stretched out. Gotta go get more lube, “m gonna need it.” Dean watched Sam retrieved the abandoned lube and then coated his cock. Dean’s hips humped up desperately but as soon as he was coated Sam released him. “Hold still so I can get you in me.”
nbsp; Dean instantly stilled, any resemblance of a fight gone as he watched his brother throw a leg over his hips. At fourteen Sam was still a virgin and now he was willing to give, or demanding that Dean take, his cherry. Sam positioned himself over Dean’s cock and reached around to line it up; as soon as he felt the head on his clenched hole he began to sit back. Dean let out a strangled cry as the tight head began to engulf him. Sam’s hands were braced on his chest, his breath raged as he lowered himself inch by inch down, stopping just as he reached the knot. Sam waited a moment for his body to adjust to the burn, even having taken a toy before he was still tight and Dean’s cock was huge compared to the toy.
“Mm fuck you feel so good baby, I’m trying not to move but you’re so fucking tight and hot.” Dean could feel the caged animal inside of him desperately trying to get free. He wanted to grab Sammy’s hips and make him bounce on his cock but the restraints were holding him in place.
“So full, Dean. Not gonna be able to walk right for days and we’re both gonna know it was you.” Sam clenched around Dean, earning him a deep moan.
“Move baby, gotta move for me.” Dean grunted, his hips moving up desperately but with Sam’s weight on his hips it was difficult to find much leverage.
“No, I’m gonna enjoy having you in me. Maybe I’ll cum like this, stroke my cock and get off with you inside me. Then you’d have to wait for me to grow hard again before you got to cum.” Sam smirked and pressed his weight down harder, ending any movement on Dean’s side.
“Fuckin’ tease baby boy.” Dean grunted in frustration and tried to move again, only to discover that he was fully pinned. “Need you to move.”
“No.” There was amusement in Sam’s voice, like the idea of Dean needing him was something worth laughing at. Suddenly the blinding rage Dean had felt earlier returned, once more he attempted to fuck up into the tight heat only to discover it was pointless. Without his arms Sammy was in complete control. Dean took a breathe and then pulled on his restraints. This time the pressure was enough to shatter part of the headboard, allowing his arms to be free. With a pair cuffs still on each hand Dean immediately but his hands on Sam’s hips and pulled him up.
“Ah fuck Dean.” It was Sam’s turn to pant as Dean began to desperately fuck up into the heat, his hips moving with a speed that Sam was sure couldn’t be human. “Gonna fill me up with that knot? Fuck I can feel it on my rim.”
“Fuck yeah, gonna make you mine. You’re my bitch, Sammy boy.” Dean pulled Sammy down, making him open up and take the knot. Sam let out a small cry from the pain and pleasure of being stretched wide, his head thrown back as he sat flush to Dean’s balls.
nbsp; Dean pulled himself up to a sitting position and rocked Sammy down, earning moan after moan until at last all Dean could do was squirt hot cum into his baby brother’s ass. Sam whimpered, riding the edge of his orgasm until Dean bit down on the flesh above his collarbone, claiming him. The moment Dean’s teeth broke him skin, Sam began to cum, painting both of their chests white. Blood trickled down his chest and Dean lapped it up as his body continued to pour his seed into his brother.
“Mine now, Sammy. All mine.”
XOXO
nbsp; When Sam woke up he was still knotted to Dean, his chest was covered in cum and his ass was pleasantly filled to the brim. He moved testingly and found that the swelling had gone down enough for him to pull off of his brother’s cock. He had fallen asleep on Dean’s chest moments after he came. Bellow him Dean was fast asleep, clearly oblivious of Sam’s movement. Sam took a moment to enjoy the way Dean’s eyelashes rested against his cheek and the small clusters of freckles on his nose and cheeks. Dean was right, Sam was his now. The bite on his shoulder had sealed the deal; Sam could feel the monster moving under his skin. As he thought about being claimed by Dean, marked as his for life his cock began to fill again. Sam let out a soft groan, rubbing his palm against his thickening cock. To his amazement Sam felt a hardening knot at the base of his cock, he gave it a squeeze and instantly felt waves of pleasure.
“Sammy?” Dean’s eyes were barely open, sleep still clouding his mind as he tried to focus on his brother.
“Hey Dean.” Sam rolled over to hide his growing bulge, cringing when the fresh wound on his neck was stretched.
“Oh God, what have I done?” Dean cringed as images of him taking his brother’s virginity and then turning him into a monster flashed through his mind.
“Nothing I didn’t want you to do.” Sam ran his hand gently over his brother’s chest, trying to comfort him. “Which part are you freaking out about?”
“Let me see, could I be freaking out about the incest? Hm or maybe the fact that I took my brother’s virginity, my fourteen year old brother. Oh or that I bit him and turned him into a monster. Sammy, we can’t take this back. You should have shot me or called Dad. Now I’ve taken you down with me.” Dean rolled away from his brother, burying his face into the sheets.
“I didn’t really expect you to bite me but now we’re in this together so you need to stop freaking out.” Sam crawled closer to Dean so that he could rest his chin against his brother’s back. “Dean, I wanted you to be the one to take my virginity, I’m the one who started it. I’ve been trying to figure out how to get in your pants for months.”
“It’s sick, Sam. We’re brothers, normal brother’s don’t fuck.” Dean’s words were spoken into the mattress, his back vibrating softly against Sam’s chin.
“Nothing is ever going to be normal for us anyways.” Sam was pouting, Dean could hear the hurt in his voice. Sam pulled himself away from Dean, hoping off the bed to dig for his boxers. “But then I guess I am just a sick child.”
“Sam, no I didn’t mean it like that.” Dean rolled over to look at his brother, something inside of him twisting as he watched his brother bend over to pull on his boxers.
“Yeah sure, whatever. You know I can probably find someone else who would be willing to fuck me. Or you know? I popped a knot to so maybe I’ll just got knot some guy.” Sam huffed and dug around for his jeans.
“You wouldn’t fucking dare touch anyone else, you’re mine Sammy.” Dean could hear the monster speaking, but for once he was in agreement. The thought of his Sammy knotting someone, let alone letting them fuck him, drove a primal part of Dean crazy, his stomach doing possessive flips.
“Oh, I wouldn’t? You gonna stop me, Dean?” Sam barred his teeth for a moment and then returned to his search for his jeans.
nbsp; Dean was on Sammy before he could fully comprehend that he was moving, crashing his mouth against his brother’s. Possessive rage filled him and all he could do to quench the fire was mark every inch of Sam’s skin as his. Dean roughly kissed along his brother’s jaw, moving to leave bite marks and hickies down the uninjured side of his neck. Sam let out soft mewing sounds, groaning and rocking helplessly against Dean’s thigh for friction.
“Mine. Say it Sammy.” Dean reached down to cup his brother’s thick erection, marvling for a moment by the size of his knot.
“Yours.” Sam’s voice was rough and deep, his breathe caressing Dean’s shoulder as he panted out the words.
“Damn straight baby boy.” Dean dropped to his knees, looking up at Sam with lust blown eyes. He wasn’t sure where the wave of sudden sexual desire came from or why he was feeling so goddamn over possessive but he needed to mark Sam and he needed to mark him now.
nbsp; Dean smirked, and even though he had never sucked a cock in his life, confidently licked his brother’s dick from root to tip. Sam let out a deep moan, his hips rocking forward on their own accord. Dean took the hint and tongued at the slit for a moment before diving in and swallowing his baby brother down. At fourteen Sam was still developing but despite his young age he was already decently sized. Dean bobbed his head and sucked, earning little groans every time he roughly tongued at the tip.
“Dean, stop “m gonna cum.” Sam’s voice was quite and whispy, his hips still rocking. “Wanna cum with you in my ass.” The last words caused Dean to pull off, his lips shinny and swollen.
“Turn around.” Dean pulled on Sam’s hip and the younger boy turned around in slight confusion.
“I’m still stretched, just take me. Want you.” Sam craned his neck to make eye contact with his brother, one hand slowly stroking his leaking erection.
“Not til I mark every inch of you as mine.” Dean leaned in to bite one of Sam’s cheeks, earning a high-pitched squeak.
nbsp; Dean pulled Sam’s cheeks apart with his fingers and leaned in to lick a wet stripe up his brother’s crack. Sam’s breath hitched and he let out a surprised gasp but pushed back against Dean’s face. Dean let his tongue teasingly swirl around Sam’s rim before finally pushing in. Sam’s taste was dark and heady, mixed with Dean’s own cum. It was dirty and wrong and he pushed his tongue deeper to taste all of his brother. Sam let out near constant noises that filled the room, quite groans and then louder moans when Dean would near his prostate. The more Dean slickened him with his tongue, working the muscle open, the more Sam begged to be fucked, to be marked as Dean’s.
“Dean, please. Need it.” Dean pulled his tongue out of his baby brother’s ass to lick around the rim again, teasing his way back inside. “Please, please, need your knot. Wanna be yours.”
nbsp; Sam’s hips rocked back into Dean, and even palming his cock it just wasn't enough, he needed Dean’s knot. He needed to be tied to his brother, to feel owned. Finally after what felt like an eternity Dean pulled away from his brother, pulling himself up from his knees. Sam let out a small whimper and clenched his empty ass, turning to kiss Dean’s shinny lips. He could taste himself and it sent chills down his spine, the dark taste lingering on his lips as Dean pushed him down onto the dresser.
“God just fuck me already. Need to feel you in me.” Sam moaned out, his dick trapped by the dresser as he tried to find friction.
“Who does this ass belong to, Sam?” Dean’s voice was deep, and quite as he whispered into Sam’s ear.
“Fuck, belongs to you Dean. All yours.”
nbsp; Dean kissed Sam’s shoulder and then angled his cock so that he could push into his brother, his own spit and precum working as lube. Dean bit lightly into Sam’s shoulder as the tight heat clenched around him. His knot was already beginning to form and he began to desperately fuck into his brother, roughly taking what was his. Sam moaned and let his head fall down against the desk, rocking his hips back to meet each of his brother’s thrusts. Dean angled each rock to glide his cock against Sam’s prostate, earning small whimpers as Sam lost himself in the pleasure. All too soon Dean was pushing his knot past the first ring of muscle, letting out a curse at how tight his brother still was. Sam cried out Dean’s name and came against the dresser just as Dean pushed all the way in, his own cum filling his little brother. For a moment both boys were silent, panting and relaxing against each other. Finally Dean carefully tapped Sam’s hip.
“Move slowly and let’s get to the bed. We’re gonna be tied together for a while.” Dean’s voice was sleepy, his muscles shaking slightly as he moved with Sam to the bed, inch by inch. When they finally were able to lay down and spoon, Dean could feel his cock pump out more cum at the new angle, his body trembling with pleasure.
“Dean?” Sam’s voice was quite, mumbled against a pillow.
“Yeah?”
“We should try and shift. Is it like the werewolves in monster movies?” Sam sounded tired, but curious none the less.
“No, this one was weird. Instead of turning into a normal werewolf he turned into an actual wolf.” Dean remembered catching a glimpse of the creature changing before he shot it.
“A wolf? Explains the knot.” Sam sighed contentedly, leaning back to press against his brother. “Would you ever take me as a wolf?”
“Like knot you?” Confusion lined Dean’s voice, but his dick twitched inside of his brother.
“Yeah.”
“You’re so kinky, Sammy. I suppose I could do that, really mark you as my bitch.”
nbsp; Sam smiled and finally slipped off to sleep, Dean’s arms wrapped around him. Despite everything, Dean was suddenly feeling hopeful. Everything had changed, but despite the infection he wasn’t going to lose the family that mattered most to Dean. Dean nuzzled his chin into Sam’s neck, breathing in his smell as he let sleep slip over him.