Reason Has No Relevence, Supernatural, NC-17 Part Three
Fic title: Reason Has No Relevance-Part Three( Index)
Author name: phantisma
Artist name: raggedy_edge
Genre: SPN Wincest
Pairing: Sam/Dean, Sam/Jess, Sam/OMC, Dean/OMC
Rating: NC-17
Word count: ~26,000
Warnings/Spoilers: Dub-Con first time Wincest, Dub-con between Sam and an OMC, dub-con/non-con Dean/OMC, brainwashing, het sex, group sex
Summary: Everyone knows Dean can't help himself when it comes to touching things he really shouldn't, and that one day it may get him into trouble. When he touches an African mating idol and throws it to Sam to keep from getting caught, they're both caught in a need for one another that neither of them expects or wants. Sam tries to outrun it, but his running only lands him inside a cult that preys on sex and sexual deviance. When Dean finally finds him, Sam sets his sights on bringing Dean inside with him.
"So what is this place again?" Sam asked as Jessica led him by the hand up the stairs to the rather church-like building in San Francisco.
"It's a retreat of sorts. Brother Daniel lives here, and so do some of the others. There are classes and special events too." Jessica smiled at a man in a white tunic and sandals at the door.
"The Temple of Liberation?" Sam asked skeptically as she led him through the main doors and into a long hall. There were stacks of white clothes on low tables and curtained off rooms. Jessica sorted through the piles and handed Sam a tunic and pants. "Really?"
Jessica patted his hand. "Really. It symbolizes leaving the world outside."
"I can't believe I'm doing this." Sam went into one of the changing rooms and stripped out of his clothes, pulling on the tunic and pants. By the time he emerged, Jessica was already dressed and putting her clothes in a cubbyhole near the doors out of the hall. "What about shoes?" Sam asked as she took his clothes and tucked them away.
"You won't need them." She took his hand and led him to the doors. "Okay, remember what I said, relax and just be yourself."
Sam inhaled and held it for a minute, wondering what exactly he was when he was himself. He exhaled and she opened the doors, leading him inside.
He wasn't sure exactly what he had been expecting, but the first thing he saw certainly wasn't it. The doors opened onto a courtyard of sorts, with stone walkways around the perimeter and an expanse of grass where people in the same white clothes were stretched out on blankets in couples and small groups talking, some of them kissing. There was a fountain in one corner and the whole place had a peaceful quality about it, like a church.
Jess tugged on his hand and led him along the right side of the courtyard, stopping as they neared the double doors at the other end to greet another man in white. Her kiss was a lot more friendly than Sam expected and he felt a light tinge of jealousy, chastising himself immediately because he had no hold on Jessica.
"Brian, this is Sam. I'm bringing him to meet Brother Daniel."
Brian smiled broadly at Sam, holding out one hand that Sam took hesitantly. Brian's eyes closed, his other hand joining the first, holding Sam's between them in a soft, warm embrace that was oddly soothing and yet disconcerting at the same time. "Welcome, Sam. I hope you find what you are looking for."
Sam wasn't sure what that meant, or why Brian thought he was looking for something…but he didn't really get to ponder it because Jessica was pulling on his arm, dragging him through the doors and into a lobby of sorts. They passed by a serious of rooms that looked like classrooms, a meeting hall, and then Jessica knocked on an office door.
The man that opened the door was not what Sam expected either. He was maybe six foot tall, with dark brown hair that he wore cut close. He was young, maybe twenty-five, dressed in the same white pants they all wore and nothing else. He smiled and hugged Jessica, kissing her deeply. Sam squirmed a little.
"Is this the young man we spoke of, Jessica?"
Sam blushed a little as Jessica took his hand. "Brother Daniel, this is my good friend Sam. Sam, Brother Daniel." She put his hand in Daniel's and he covered it with his other, the same way Brian had.
"Ah, yes, yes. It is good you have come Sam. Won't you step inside?"
Jessica rose up on tip toes and kissed his cheek. "I'll be around when you're done."
"What? You're not…?"
Daniel's hands tightened around his and Sam found himself drawn in out of the hall before he was aware he was moving. The office wasn't what he was expecting either. There was no desk, just comfortable places to sit, from a couch to beanbags and rugs and pillows. The walls were painted various shades of blues and purples and there was incense burning somewhere he couldn't quite see.
There was a doorway into another space, all draped with beads and fabric.
"You are uncomfortable." Daniel said with a soft smile. "I understand. Please." He released Sam's hand and gestured expansively to the room. "Sit."
Sam didn't sit, not right away, instead he wandered the room, looking at the abstract art on the walls, half surprised to find that it wasn’t all that abstract and fairly erotic.
"You do not really desire to be here, do you, Sam?"
Sam shook his head. "Not really, but I promised Jessica I'd let you try…whatever it is you do."
"What I do Sam, what I try to do, is help people who need help." Sam turned to find Daniel hadn't moved yet from where he had released Sam's hand. "Do you need help?"
"Jessica seems to think I do." Sam sighed. "Look, no offense, but I'm not…I don't believe in…all that New Age crap."
Daniel laughed. "Good, neither do I. You think that's what I do? You think I'm going to talk you into the ground? Tell you to love yourself so you can love others? Tell you that only you can heal the hurt? Teach you how to make yourself better? Sorry, Sam. That isn't what I do."
"No? Then what is it, exactly, that you do?"
In three strides, Daniel was across the office, both hands in Sam's hair, drawing his face in, kissing him. His tongue was hot and swift, pressing into Sam's mouth, like he was mapping it out, licking into places Sam had never thought of as erotic before but that were suddenly sending out fiery sparks of arousal throughout his entire body.
When he released Sam, his face was flushed, his body thrumming with desire. "What I do Sam is help you realize that your body is sacred, that it is beautiful, that nothing it desires, nothing that makes it happy can ever be wrong, no matter what the world outside our doors may tell you."
Daniel moved back a step and Sam followed unconsciously, blinking a little and trying to center himself. "I…no…that can't be true." Sam said it softly, the image of Dean filling his mind. He tried to push it away, only to find that he couldn't.
"Is he the one who hurt you?" Daniel asked as if he could see Dean too.
"He…is…I…" Sam was dangerously close to telling this man everything and he couldn't figure out why. "My…first."
Daniel's hand caressed over Sam's cheek. "Yes, the one's we love most…oh…" Daniel's mouth was on his again and Sam felt his knees buckling, both of them sinking into the plush carpet. "You are a very special young man, Sam Winchester."
"My name…" Sam swallowed and tried to clear his head. "How do you know my name?"
"I see you Sam. I see you for who you are, and you are beautiful." Daniel's breath was moist on the skin of his face, or maybe his face was moist. "This is beautiful." Daniel's hand was on his cock, hot through the thin fabric of the pants. "Your love for him is beautiful."
His lips touched Sam's face, soothed over tears he was only vaguely aware he was crying. "Please…"
"I see what you want, Sam. I can give you what you want."
"How?" Sam swallowed, blinked.
"Close your eyes. Breathe with me. Listen to my voice." Sam's eyes closed almost as if he was no longer controlling them, his breathing falling into rhythm with Daniel's. "Good. Now show me Sam. Show me."
Sam's mind filled with Dean…the way he looked that night, body glistening with wet from the shower, the smell of his arousal, the feel of his hands, the sound of his voice all husky with need. "That's it Sam."
Dean's hands slid over his arms, Dean's cock hard against his skin. "Sam."
Suddenly Daniel's voice wasn't Daniel's voice and when Sam blinked, opening his eyes, Daniel wasn't Daniel, he was Dean. "What…I…" He swallowed and tried to look away, but his hand was on Sam's face, caressing him. Dean's lips parted, Dean's eyes looked at him with love that was burning Sam's skin. Hands pulled on the tunic until it was up and off and Sam was only wearing the thin white pants.
"Dean?"
"I am who you need me to be, Sam." His kisses slipped over Sam's face, and Sam's lips parted easily, his eyes fluttering closed as Dean leaned into him, his hand on Sam's cock. "Let me love you Sammy."
Sam whimpered as hands dragged his pants away, as Dean’s body covered his, naked skin to naked skin. They rolled until Dean was under him, holding their cocks together. "Need you Sammy, need you. Love you."
Sam knew on some level that this wasn't real. This wasn't Dean, but his body couldn't tell the difference and as they rolled again, Sam's legs spread wide and Dean was there, fingers pressing into him, working him open, easing into him.
"Dean…god, Dean…" Sam's hands tightened on his arms, holding him as his cock thrust into him. It hurt like before, all burn and full and then sparks as the cock that wasn't his brother's pressed in on some spot inside him that had him gasping and squeezing and coming heavy against his stomach.
Prostate, his brain supplied as he opened his eyes. Daniel still looked like Dean, still smelled like Dean, still fucked into Sam, faster and harder now. Sam closed his eyes, let the illusion fill him, let it be Dean inside him. His cock stirred, filled as a hand closed around it. The fullness doubled as he came, gasping and falling forward onto Sam, bellies pressed together, sticky with come.
"Is that really how you want it Sam?" Dean's voice whispered in his ear. "Is that all you want? Or do you really want me on my knees for you? Do you dream about fucking me the way I did you?"
Sam groaned, his cock fully hard again. "Dean…" He was on his knees, bending over, his hand on Sam's cock, pulling him in.
"Do it Sam…show me what you really need…"
The pictures in his mind all shifted around until Dean was the one moaning with Sam's cock inside him. He let the hand on his cock guide him, suddenly sinking into tight heat, shuddering as he nearly came in just one thrust. Dean pushed back at him, his voice husky and dark as he begged for more, for deeper, for harder…and Sam obliged, shifting his hands to hold slender hips, lifting up for better angle, and coming with a strangled cry before falling to the floor, panting.
Dean leaned back against the Impala and swallowed the last of the beer in the last bottle. It was freaking hot and he was sweating like crazy in the late Nevada sun. It was the middle of July and everything around him shimmered in the heat.
He had finished up the haunting his father had sent him to handle and since he was in the neighborhood, he had stopped. This was the last place Dean knew without a doubt his brother had been. The letter had been postmarked from this small town in the middle of nowhere.
It had been more than two years.
They'd hunted for him at first. Backtracked the bus that had likely brought him to this nowhere town, followed it to Reno, but there was no convincing evidence Sam had gone to Reno. No one remembered seeing him. None of his aliases popped up anywhere.
It was as though his little brother had just dropped off the map. Checked out of the world.
Not that Dean could blame him, not after what had happened between them. In fact, he was nearly surprised Sam waited so long. It had been Dean's fault after all. Dean was the one who picked up the damn idol. Dean was the one who threw it at Sam, knowing he'd catch it. Dean was the one who had ended up fucking Sam. His brother. Who he was supposed to protect.
They might have gotten past it, at least Sam didn't seem to hate him, kept telling him he was fine with it, but Dean…he couldn't stop thinking about it. Couldn't stop reliving the moment when he touched Sam, when his cock sank into the dark heat of his brother.
Worse than that, he couldn't stop wanting more. Every time he saw his brother he got hard. Every time he heard Sam's voice, his cock twitched. Every single time. Sam obviously saw it, despite Dean's attempt to hide it. Sam saw and was disgusted and decided to leave to spare Dean the embarrassment.
Their father had been furious when he found out that Sam had lied to him. Sure, he'd hung out for graduation, but then he traded in the bus ticket that would have taken him to Bobby's for one that ended in Reno. John Winchester had stormed through the state of Nevada after the letter turned up at Bobby's, questioning anyone and everyone about his wayward son.
Sam covered his tracks well though, and he could have gotten off at any of a dozen towns along the way, could have gotten on another bus in Reno, hell, with his skills, could have stolen a car or hitched a ride or pretty much anything he'd wanted.
Their father had given up looking. Decided that if Sam wanted out that bad, fine. Dean still kept his eyes open. And when he was in the neighborhood, he ended up here. Not that he actually expected to find his brother, but he felt somehow like he was closer to him when he was here.
Still, his father would be expecting Dean to meet up with him soon. He half expected a call before now. So, when his phone rang, Dean didn't even look at the caller ID, just grabbed the phone off the seat of the car and flipped it open. "Hello."
"Dean?"
Dean froze. He cleared his throat. Shook his head. He was hearing things. "Yeah?"
"Dude, I had to call Bobby to get your number."
Dean opened the door to the car, frowning fiercely. His body was tense, his pulse racing. "Who is this?" He sounded angry. He wasn't sure he wanted to sound angry.
"Come on, I know you're pissed at me, but seriously?"
Dean sat down, bumping his head a little on the roof of the car, his cock twitching in his jeans. "Sammy?"
There was nervous laughter on the other end. "Yeah. It's me."
Dean shook his head. "What the hell? Where the fuck are you?" There was so much more to ask, but Dean was stuck on where, because he had to get there, wherever there was. He started the car and slammed the door shut. "I mean it Sam. Where are you?"
"California. Palo Alto." Sam sounded nervous, maybe even scared. "I…um, got into Stanford."
California, Dean could be there in twelve hours. Maybe less. "Stanford?" White noise thundered through his brain as he started driving. "College? You left for that?"
"Dean…I don't want to fight. I just…wanted to hear your voice."
"Not fighting, Sammy. Fuck. Just…need to see you."
"Yeah…okay. I'm staying at this place in San Francisco for the summer. Just you though, okay? I'm not ready to face Dad."
Dean could understand that. Their father was going to flip. "Just me. I'm on my way. I'll be there tomorrow."
"Call this number when you get close, I'll give you an address." Sam hesitated a moment. "I've missed you."
Dean couldn't breathe for a minute. "Yeah, Sam. Me too."
"So, I'll see you tomorrow then."
Dean hung up the phone and dropped it on the seat next to him. All this time, Sam had been in California. In one place. In school. He left them for the normal life he'd always said he wanted. Somehow that was something Dean had never actually considered.
He was only an hour outside of Reno when his phone rang and this time he looked at the display. Shit. His father. "Hey, Dad."
"Where are you?"
Always to the point. And Dean knew there was no point in lying. "Almost to Reno."
His father sighed, sound exasperated. "Dean--"
"Not for that." Dean shook his head and changed lanes to get around a slow truck. "I got a line on something in California. Thought I'd check it out since I hadn't heard from you."
"What kind of something?"
"Nothing I can't handle."
He half expected his father to argue. Half expected him to tell Dean to hold up in Reno and wait for him. "You sure?" John asked instead, sounding tired.
"Yeah, I got this."
"Okay, I'm heading to Pastor Jim's for a few days. Call me when you're done."
"Will do." Dean hung up and refocused his attention on the road. Sam was waiting.
Dean never had been a big fan of big cities, and San Francisco was no exception. Too many people, too many big buildings, too many one way streets. It took him a while to find the place, and then he sat in front of it squinting up at it, pretty sure that he'd written down the address wrong.
The sign above the door said "Temple of Liberation" and two guys moving up the steps into the place wore long white tunics over gauzy white pants, looking very…new-agey.
Dean was just about to pick up his phone to call Sam for the right address when Sam came bounding down the steps, smile as big as Texas. Dean got out of the car, meeting him on the sidewalk and letting Sam wrap huge arms around him. "You made it." Sam was beaming, undeniably pleased, happy even. He looked good, trim in nice fitting jeans and a button down shirt.
Dean thumped his back and pulled back before his reaction to seeing Sam became obvious and Sam remembered why he left in the first place. "You hungry?" Sam asked.
"I could eat."
Sam gestured with his head down the street. "There's a great diner down here."
"So…college?" Dean asked when the silence had stretched out between them.
"Pre-law." Sam said with a grin as he held open the door to Mel's Diner. "Full scholarship."
Dean shook his head as they sat. "I have to say, I thought about lots of reasons for you to have booked, but that wasn't one of them."
Sam's grin faded and he shifted uncomfortably in his seat. "Can we…save that for later, and just…"
Dean nodded, grabbing a menu. "Okay, so next subject. Temple of Liberation? What the hell kind of place is that?"
Sam laughed and leaned back in the seat. "It's not what it sounds like." Sam insisted, but he was cut off from saying more by the approach of a waitress. "Hey Sheila."
She smiled brightly. "Hi Sam. Wasn't expecting you today."
"This is my brother Dean. He just got into town."
Sheila was all bright blue eyes as she turned from Sam to Dean. "So, you're the infamous Dean Winchester. I was beginning to believe you were just a figment in our Sam's head."
Dean raised an eyebrow. "Real as rain, Sheila. I'll have a cheeseburger."
She smiled, her eyes scanning over him. "Oh, I've got just what you want, Dean."
"Okay, down Sheila." Sam said with a chuckle. "I don't know he's ready for you just yet. How about just a couple of the specials?"
She pouted slightly, but took their menus with a nod. "You got it, Sam."
"Dude, cock-block much?"
Sam chuckled and shook his head. "Don't worry. There will be plenty for you to get it up for before the day is over, Dean."
Dean frowned, but not directly at his brother. Looking at his brother was making him crazy with want. "Okay, what about this temple?" Dean asked instead, sliding back to lean in the corner of the booth.
Sam sighed and nodded. "I'm just helping out a friend. Beside, Jessica's place is being painted and she went back east to see friends and---What?"
Dean hadn't realized he was staring and shook his head. "Jessica?"
Sam closed his eyes. "I forgot. Seeing you again makes it feel like you've been here all along, Dean. Jessica…she's…a good friend. I live with her during the school year."
"You're living with some chick?"
Sam's smile looked a little bit strained. "She's not some chick, Dean. She's a friend. Helped me out a lot. She's a psych major, and she has her own apartment just off campus. Her room mate left just before I got here, and I took over his room."
"So you're living with her not living with her." Dean said, watching Sam swallow down his frustration.
"If you're asking if I have sex with her, the answer is yes. Sometimes I do."
Dean sat up as Sheila dropped off their food, winking at Sam. "And sometimes he has sex with me too."
Sam grinned at her and shooed her away. Dean looked at his plate, then up at Sam and turned to watch Sheila's retreating ass. "You and her?"
"Things are different for me Dean." Sam said quietly, picking up his burger. "You'll see."
Dean picked up his burger and took a bite, his mouth suddenly filled with the most perfect taste of greasy old-fashioned hamburger. "Oh my god." Dean mumbled around the mouthful of bread and burger and cheese.
"Good, right?" Sam asked, laughing.
Dean watched him swallow and had to look away. He was going to hell. He was so going to hell. He'd hoped two years away would have softened his perverse desire a little, but it hadn't. If anything it was sharper.
"Okay, temple?" Somehow they kept getting dragged off topic.
"Right, so with Jessica out of town and the apartment under drop cloths and stuff, Daniel asked if I wouldn't mind staying up here and helping out with a few…little problems he has."
"Daniel? Problems?" Dean stuffed fries into his face so he wouldn't have to look up or anything else that might betray the way he was feeling.
"Daniel…he's a friend. He runs the place. And, just your average problems. The kind that um…might need…salt and holy water to deal with." Sam picked up his milkshake and stuck the straw in his mouth.
Dean swallowed at the same time Sam did. He blinked as Sam's words sunk in. "So, it's haunted?"
Sam shrugged. "So far I haven't found any signs. But, I'm staying there for a few weeks, so I should."
"History of the place?"
"Well, it's been a number of different things, a convent was on the site back before the big quake, but that was destroyed. Then there was a series of stores, and there was a big fire back about fifteen years ago. Then a Buddhist temple was built there, but the monks didn't stay. I'm not sure how Daniel came to have the building."
"Any deaths?" This was easier, focusing on the job. His cock even softened a little, as long as he didn't look at Sam, or smell Sam or god forbid, touch Sam.
"None that I can find."
Dean realized they'd gotten off the topic of what exactly the temple was yet again. "So what kind of activity?"
"Daniel said that some of the…students heard a woman's voice crying in one of the corridors, and things disappear from the rooms on that level. One of the visitors a week ago got shoved down a flight of stairs and broke her leg, but the witnesses all say that no one was there."
"Sounds pretty standard."
He could see Sam nod. "This why you called me after two years?"
Sam put his hamburger down. "No. I meant what I said. I missed you. I really just wanted to hear your voice."
"Dude, girly much?" Dean said reflexively, hoping it hid the way he flushed with need, the way his heart stopped beating and his lungs stopped working for just one second. "Who's this Daniel guy?"
Sam stretched out his legs under the table, on either side of Dean. "He's…a counselor of sorts, I guess. He helps people."
"With what? Liberation?" Dean asked with a snort, pushing his plate away as he finished the last French fry.
"You can joke all you want. But I've seen him work miracles with people. Jess introduced me a while back. He helped her overcome some serious shit."
"You know I don't get off on all that new-age, touchy-feely bullshit." Dean said, thinking that Sam always had been a little too gullible for his own good.
"Me either Dean. This isn't bullshit. This is the real deal. He takes people with serious problems and gives them the time and the space they need to deal and heal. Pretty basic psychology, really, just applied in a very real way."
Something in the way Sam talked about it made Dean look up, fear wrenching in his stomach. "Sam?" Sam was trying to tell him that he had needed that kind of help. Of course he did. His brother fucked him. It was practically rape. No, scratch that. It was rape. Dean had raped his brother…and Sam had run away.
Sam had run away and needed some stranger to give him the time and the space to deal and heal, whatever the hell that meant.
Sam's hand fell over his and Dean nearly jumped out of the seat. "It's okay Dean. I'm okay." Sam stood and dropped some money on the table, waving to Sheila. "I mean it this time. I'm really okay."
Author name: phantisma
Artist name: raggedy_edge
Genre: SPN Wincest
Pairing: Sam/Dean, Sam/Jess, Sam/OMC, Dean/OMC
Rating: NC-17
Word count: ~26,000
Warnings/Spoilers: Dub-Con first time Wincest, Dub-con between Sam and an OMC, dub-con/non-con Dean/OMC, brainwashing, het sex, group sex
Summary: Everyone knows Dean can't help himself when it comes to touching things he really shouldn't, and that one day it may get him into trouble. When he touches an African mating idol and throws it to Sam to keep from getting caught, they're both caught in a need for one another that neither of them expects or wants. Sam tries to outrun it, but his running only lands him inside a cult that preys on sex and sexual deviance. When Dean finally finds him, Sam sets his sights on bringing Dean inside with him.
"So what is this place again?" Sam asked as Jessica led him by the hand up the stairs to the rather church-like building in San Francisco.
"It's a retreat of sorts. Brother Daniel lives here, and so do some of the others. There are classes and special events too." Jessica smiled at a man in a white tunic and sandals at the door.
"The Temple of Liberation?" Sam asked skeptically as she led him through the main doors and into a long hall. There were stacks of white clothes on low tables and curtained off rooms. Jessica sorted through the piles and handed Sam a tunic and pants. "Really?"
Jessica patted his hand. "Really. It symbolizes leaving the world outside."
"I can't believe I'm doing this." Sam went into one of the changing rooms and stripped out of his clothes, pulling on the tunic and pants. By the time he emerged, Jessica was already dressed and putting her clothes in a cubbyhole near the doors out of the hall. "What about shoes?" Sam asked as she took his clothes and tucked them away.
"You won't need them." She took his hand and led him to the doors. "Okay, remember what I said, relax and just be yourself."
Sam inhaled and held it for a minute, wondering what exactly he was when he was himself. He exhaled and she opened the doors, leading him inside.
He wasn't sure exactly what he had been expecting, but the first thing he saw certainly wasn't it. The doors opened onto a courtyard of sorts, with stone walkways around the perimeter and an expanse of grass where people in the same white clothes were stretched out on blankets in couples and small groups talking, some of them kissing. There was a fountain in one corner and the whole place had a peaceful quality about it, like a church.
Jess tugged on his hand and led him along the right side of the courtyard, stopping as they neared the double doors at the other end to greet another man in white. Her kiss was a lot more friendly than Sam expected and he felt a light tinge of jealousy, chastising himself immediately because he had no hold on Jessica.
"Brian, this is Sam. I'm bringing him to meet Brother Daniel."
Brian smiled broadly at Sam, holding out one hand that Sam took hesitantly. Brian's eyes closed, his other hand joining the first, holding Sam's between them in a soft, warm embrace that was oddly soothing and yet disconcerting at the same time. "Welcome, Sam. I hope you find what you are looking for."
Sam wasn't sure what that meant, or why Brian thought he was looking for something…but he didn't really get to ponder it because Jessica was pulling on his arm, dragging him through the doors and into a lobby of sorts. They passed by a serious of rooms that looked like classrooms, a meeting hall, and then Jessica knocked on an office door.
The man that opened the door was not what Sam expected either. He was maybe six foot tall, with dark brown hair that he wore cut close. He was young, maybe twenty-five, dressed in the same white pants they all wore and nothing else. He smiled and hugged Jessica, kissing her deeply. Sam squirmed a little.
"Is this the young man we spoke of, Jessica?"
Sam blushed a little as Jessica took his hand. "Brother Daniel, this is my good friend Sam. Sam, Brother Daniel." She put his hand in Daniel's and he covered it with his other, the same way Brian had.
"Ah, yes, yes. It is good you have come Sam. Won't you step inside?"
Jessica rose up on tip toes and kissed his cheek. "I'll be around when you're done."
"What? You're not…?"
Daniel's hands tightened around his and Sam found himself drawn in out of the hall before he was aware he was moving. The office wasn't what he was expecting either. There was no desk, just comfortable places to sit, from a couch to beanbags and rugs and pillows. The walls were painted various shades of blues and purples and there was incense burning somewhere he couldn't quite see.
There was a doorway into another space, all draped with beads and fabric.
"You are uncomfortable." Daniel said with a soft smile. "I understand. Please." He released Sam's hand and gestured expansively to the room. "Sit."
Sam didn't sit, not right away, instead he wandered the room, looking at the abstract art on the walls, half surprised to find that it wasn’t all that abstract and fairly erotic.
"You do not really desire to be here, do you, Sam?"
Sam shook his head. "Not really, but I promised Jessica I'd let you try…whatever it is you do."
"What I do Sam, what I try to do, is help people who need help." Sam turned to find Daniel hadn't moved yet from where he had released Sam's hand. "Do you need help?"
"Jessica seems to think I do." Sam sighed. "Look, no offense, but I'm not…I don't believe in…all that New Age crap."
Daniel laughed. "Good, neither do I. You think that's what I do? You think I'm going to talk you into the ground? Tell you to love yourself so you can love others? Tell you that only you can heal the hurt? Teach you how to make yourself better? Sorry, Sam. That isn't what I do."
"No? Then what is it, exactly, that you do?"
In three strides, Daniel was across the office, both hands in Sam's hair, drawing his face in, kissing him. His tongue was hot and swift, pressing into Sam's mouth, like he was mapping it out, licking into places Sam had never thought of as erotic before but that were suddenly sending out fiery sparks of arousal throughout his entire body.
When he released Sam, his face was flushed, his body thrumming with desire. "What I do Sam is help you realize that your body is sacred, that it is beautiful, that nothing it desires, nothing that makes it happy can ever be wrong, no matter what the world outside our doors may tell you."
Daniel moved back a step and Sam followed unconsciously, blinking a little and trying to center himself. "I…no…that can't be true." Sam said it softly, the image of Dean filling his mind. He tried to push it away, only to find that he couldn't.
"Is he the one who hurt you?" Daniel asked as if he could see Dean too.
"He…is…I…" Sam was dangerously close to telling this man everything and he couldn't figure out why. "My…first."
Daniel's hand caressed over Sam's cheek. "Yes, the one's we love most…oh…" Daniel's mouth was on his again and Sam felt his knees buckling, both of them sinking into the plush carpet. "You are a very special young man, Sam Winchester."
"My name…" Sam swallowed and tried to clear his head. "How do you know my name?"
"I see you Sam. I see you for who you are, and you are beautiful." Daniel's breath was moist on the skin of his face, or maybe his face was moist. "This is beautiful." Daniel's hand was on his cock, hot through the thin fabric of the pants. "Your love for him is beautiful."
His lips touched Sam's face, soothed over tears he was only vaguely aware he was crying. "Please…"
"I see what you want, Sam. I can give you what you want."
"How?" Sam swallowed, blinked.
"Close your eyes. Breathe with me. Listen to my voice." Sam's eyes closed almost as if he was no longer controlling them, his breathing falling into rhythm with Daniel's. "Good. Now show me Sam. Show me."
Sam's mind filled with Dean…the way he looked that night, body glistening with wet from the shower, the smell of his arousal, the feel of his hands, the sound of his voice all husky with need. "That's it Sam."
Dean's hands slid over his arms, Dean's cock hard against his skin. "Sam."
Suddenly Daniel's voice wasn't Daniel's voice and when Sam blinked, opening his eyes, Daniel wasn't Daniel, he was Dean. "What…I…" He swallowed and tried to look away, but his hand was on Sam's face, caressing him. Dean's lips parted, Dean's eyes looked at him with love that was burning Sam's skin. Hands pulled on the tunic until it was up and off and Sam was only wearing the thin white pants.
"Dean?"
"I am who you need me to be, Sam." His kisses slipped over Sam's face, and Sam's lips parted easily, his eyes fluttering closed as Dean leaned into him, his hand on Sam's cock. "Let me love you Sammy."
Sam whimpered as hands dragged his pants away, as Dean’s body covered his, naked skin to naked skin. They rolled until Dean was under him, holding their cocks together. "Need you Sammy, need you. Love you."
Sam knew on some level that this wasn't real. This wasn't Dean, but his body couldn't tell the difference and as they rolled again, Sam's legs spread wide and Dean was there, fingers pressing into him, working him open, easing into him.
"Dean…god, Dean…" Sam's hands tightened on his arms, holding him as his cock thrust into him. It hurt like before, all burn and full and then sparks as the cock that wasn't his brother's pressed in on some spot inside him that had him gasping and squeezing and coming heavy against his stomach.
Prostate, his brain supplied as he opened his eyes. Daniel still looked like Dean, still smelled like Dean, still fucked into Sam, faster and harder now. Sam closed his eyes, let the illusion fill him, let it be Dean inside him. His cock stirred, filled as a hand closed around it. The fullness doubled as he came, gasping and falling forward onto Sam, bellies pressed together, sticky with come.
"Is that really how you want it Sam?" Dean's voice whispered in his ear. "Is that all you want? Or do you really want me on my knees for you? Do you dream about fucking me the way I did you?"
Sam groaned, his cock fully hard again. "Dean…" He was on his knees, bending over, his hand on Sam's cock, pulling him in.
"Do it Sam…show me what you really need…"
The pictures in his mind all shifted around until Dean was the one moaning with Sam's cock inside him. He let the hand on his cock guide him, suddenly sinking into tight heat, shuddering as he nearly came in just one thrust. Dean pushed back at him, his voice husky and dark as he begged for more, for deeper, for harder…and Sam obliged, shifting his hands to hold slender hips, lifting up for better angle, and coming with a strangled cry before falling to the floor, panting.
Dean leaned back against the Impala and swallowed the last of the beer in the last bottle. It was freaking hot and he was sweating like crazy in the late Nevada sun. It was the middle of July and everything around him shimmered in the heat.
He had finished up the haunting his father had sent him to handle and since he was in the neighborhood, he had stopped. This was the last place Dean knew without a doubt his brother had been. The letter had been postmarked from this small town in the middle of nowhere.
It had been more than two years.
They'd hunted for him at first. Backtracked the bus that had likely brought him to this nowhere town, followed it to Reno, but there was no convincing evidence Sam had gone to Reno. No one remembered seeing him. None of his aliases popped up anywhere.
It was as though his little brother had just dropped off the map. Checked out of the world.
Not that Dean could blame him, not after what had happened between them. In fact, he was nearly surprised Sam waited so long. It had been Dean's fault after all. Dean was the one who picked up the damn idol. Dean was the one who threw it at Sam, knowing he'd catch it. Dean was the one who had ended up fucking Sam. His brother. Who he was supposed to protect.
They might have gotten past it, at least Sam didn't seem to hate him, kept telling him he was fine with it, but Dean…he couldn't stop thinking about it. Couldn't stop reliving the moment when he touched Sam, when his cock sank into the dark heat of his brother.
Worse than that, he couldn't stop wanting more. Every time he saw his brother he got hard. Every time he heard Sam's voice, his cock twitched. Every single time. Sam obviously saw it, despite Dean's attempt to hide it. Sam saw and was disgusted and decided to leave to spare Dean the embarrassment.
Their father had been furious when he found out that Sam had lied to him. Sure, he'd hung out for graduation, but then he traded in the bus ticket that would have taken him to Bobby's for one that ended in Reno. John Winchester had stormed through the state of Nevada after the letter turned up at Bobby's, questioning anyone and everyone about his wayward son.
Sam covered his tracks well though, and he could have gotten off at any of a dozen towns along the way, could have gotten on another bus in Reno, hell, with his skills, could have stolen a car or hitched a ride or pretty much anything he'd wanted.
Their father had given up looking. Decided that if Sam wanted out that bad, fine. Dean still kept his eyes open. And when he was in the neighborhood, he ended up here. Not that he actually expected to find his brother, but he felt somehow like he was closer to him when he was here.
Still, his father would be expecting Dean to meet up with him soon. He half expected a call before now. So, when his phone rang, Dean didn't even look at the caller ID, just grabbed the phone off the seat of the car and flipped it open. "Hello."
"Dean?"
Dean froze. He cleared his throat. Shook his head. He was hearing things. "Yeah?"
"Dude, I had to call Bobby to get your number."
Dean opened the door to the car, frowning fiercely. His body was tense, his pulse racing. "Who is this?" He sounded angry. He wasn't sure he wanted to sound angry.
"Come on, I know you're pissed at me, but seriously?"
Dean sat down, bumping his head a little on the roof of the car, his cock twitching in his jeans. "Sammy?"
There was nervous laughter on the other end. "Yeah. It's me."
Dean shook his head. "What the hell? Where the fuck are you?" There was so much more to ask, but Dean was stuck on where, because he had to get there, wherever there was. He started the car and slammed the door shut. "I mean it Sam. Where are you?"
"California. Palo Alto." Sam sounded nervous, maybe even scared. "I…um, got into Stanford."
California, Dean could be there in twelve hours. Maybe less. "Stanford?" White noise thundered through his brain as he started driving. "College? You left for that?"
"Dean…I don't want to fight. I just…wanted to hear your voice."
"Not fighting, Sammy. Fuck. Just…need to see you."
"Yeah…okay. I'm staying at this place in San Francisco for the summer. Just you though, okay? I'm not ready to face Dad."
Dean could understand that. Their father was going to flip. "Just me. I'm on my way. I'll be there tomorrow."
"Call this number when you get close, I'll give you an address." Sam hesitated a moment. "I've missed you."
Dean couldn't breathe for a minute. "Yeah, Sam. Me too."
"So, I'll see you tomorrow then."
Dean hung up the phone and dropped it on the seat next to him. All this time, Sam had been in California. In one place. In school. He left them for the normal life he'd always said he wanted. Somehow that was something Dean had never actually considered.
He was only an hour outside of Reno when his phone rang and this time he looked at the display. Shit. His father. "Hey, Dad."
"Where are you?"
Always to the point. And Dean knew there was no point in lying. "Almost to Reno."
His father sighed, sound exasperated. "Dean--"
"Not for that." Dean shook his head and changed lanes to get around a slow truck. "I got a line on something in California. Thought I'd check it out since I hadn't heard from you."
"What kind of something?"
"Nothing I can't handle."
He half expected his father to argue. Half expected him to tell Dean to hold up in Reno and wait for him. "You sure?" John asked instead, sounding tired.
"Yeah, I got this."
"Okay, I'm heading to Pastor Jim's for a few days. Call me when you're done."
"Will do." Dean hung up and refocused his attention on the road. Sam was waiting.
Dean never had been a big fan of big cities, and San Francisco was no exception. Too many people, too many big buildings, too many one way streets. It took him a while to find the place, and then he sat in front of it squinting up at it, pretty sure that he'd written down the address wrong.
The sign above the door said "Temple of Liberation" and two guys moving up the steps into the place wore long white tunics over gauzy white pants, looking very…new-agey.
Dean was just about to pick up his phone to call Sam for the right address when Sam came bounding down the steps, smile as big as Texas. Dean got out of the car, meeting him on the sidewalk and letting Sam wrap huge arms around him. "You made it." Sam was beaming, undeniably pleased, happy even. He looked good, trim in nice fitting jeans and a button down shirt.
Dean thumped his back and pulled back before his reaction to seeing Sam became obvious and Sam remembered why he left in the first place. "You hungry?" Sam asked.
"I could eat."
Sam gestured with his head down the street. "There's a great diner down here."
"So…college?" Dean asked when the silence had stretched out between them.
"Pre-law." Sam said with a grin as he held open the door to Mel's Diner. "Full scholarship."
Dean shook his head as they sat. "I have to say, I thought about lots of reasons for you to have booked, but that wasn't one of them."
Sam's grin faded and he shifted uncomfortably in his seat. "Can we…save that for later, and just…"
Dean nodded, grabbing a menu. "Okay, so next subject. Temple of Liberation? What the hell kind of place is that?"
Sam laughed and leaned back in the seat. "It's not what it sounds like." Sam insisted, but he was cut off from saying more by the approach of a waitress. "Hey Sheila."
She smiled brightly. "Hi Sam. Wasn't expecting you today."
"This is my brother Dean. He just got into town."
Sheila was all bright blue eyes as she turned from Sam to Dean. "So, you're the infamous Dean Winchester. I was beginning to believe you were just a figment in our Sam's head."
Dean raised an eyebrow. "Real as rain, Sheila. I'll have a cheeseburger."
She smiled, her eyes scanning over him. "Oh, I've got just what you want, Dean."
"Okay, down Sheila." Sam said with a chuckle. "I don't know he's ready for you just yet. How about just a couple of the specials?"
She pouted slightly, but took their menus with a nod. "You got it, Sam."
"Dude, cock-block much?"
Sam chuckled and shook his head. "Don't worry. There will be plenty for you to get it up for before the day is over, Dean."
Dean frowned, but not directly at his brother. Looking at his brother was making him crazy with want. "Okay, what about this temple?" Dean asked instead, sliding back to lean in the corner of the booth.
Sam sighed and nodded. "I'm just helping out a friend. Beside, Jessica's place is being painted and she went back east to see friends and---What?"
Dean hadn't realized he was staring and shook his head. "Jessica?"
Sam closed his eyes. "I forgot. Seeing you again makes it feel like you've been here all along, Dean. Jessica…she's…a good friend. I live with her during the school year."
"You're living with some chick?"
Sam's smile looked a little bit strained. "She's not some chick, Dean. She's a friend. Helped me out a lot. She's a psych major, and she has her own apartment just off campus. Her room mate left just before I got here, and I took over his room."
"So you're living with her not living with her." Dean said, watching Sam swallow down his frustration.
"If you're asking if I have sex with her, the answer is yes. Sometimes I do."
Dean sat up as Sheila dropped off their food, winking at Sam. "And sometimes he has sex with me too."
Sam grinned at her and shooed her away. Dean looked at his plate, then up at Sam and turned to watch Sheila's retreating ass. "You and her?"
"Things are different for me Dean." Sam said quietly, picking up his burger. "You'll see."
Dean picked up his burger and took a bite, his mouth suddenly filled with the most perfect taste of greasy old-fashioned hamburger. "Oh my god." Dean mumbled around the mouthful of bread and burger and cheese.
"Good, right?" Sam asked, laughing.
Dean watched him swallow and had to look away. He was going to hell. He was so going to hell. He'd hoped two years away would have softened his perverse desire a little, but it hadn't. If anything it was sharper.
"Okay, temple?" Somehow they kept getting dragged off topic.
"Right, so with Jessica out of town and the apartment under drop cloths and stuff, Daniel asked if I wouldn't mind staying up here and helping out with a few…little problems he has."
"Daniel? Problems?" Dean stuffed fries into his face so he wouldn't have to look up or anything else that might betray the way he was feeling.
"Daniel…he's a friend. He runs the place. And, just your average problems. The kind that um…might need…salt and holy water to deal with." Sam picked up his milkshake and stuck the straw in his mouth.
Dean swallowed at the same time Sam did. He blinked as Sam's words sunk in. "So, it's haunted?"
Sam shrugged. "So far I haven't found any signs. But, I'm staying there for a few weeks, so I should."
"History of the place?"
"Well, it's been a number of different things, a convent was on the site back before the big quake, but that was destroyed. Then there was a series of stores, and there was a big fire back about fifteen years ago. Then a Buddhist temple was built there, but the monks didn't stay. I'm not sure how Daniel came to have the building."
"Any deaths?" This was easier, focusing on the job. His cock even softened a little, as long as he didn't look at Sam, or smell Sam or god forbid, touch Sam.
"None that I can find."
Dean realized they'd gotten off the topic of what exactly the temple was yet again. "So what kind of activity?"
"Daniel said that some of the…students heard a woman's voice crying in one of the corridors, and things disappear from the rooms on that level. One of the visitors a week ago got shoved down a flight of stairs and broke her leg, but the witnesses all say that no one was there."
"Sounds pretty standard."
He could see Sam nod. "This why you called me after two years?"
Sam put his hamburger down. "No. I meant what I said. I missed you. I really just wanted to hear your voice."
"Dude, girly much?" Dean said reflexively, hoping it hid the way he flushed with need, the way his heart stopped beating and his lungs stopped working for just one second. "Who's this Daniel guy?"
Sam stretched out his legs under the table, on either side of Dean. "He's…a counselor of sorts, I guess. He helps people."
"With what? Liberation?" Dean asked with a snort, pushing his plate away as he finished the last French fry.
"You can joke all you want. But I've seen him work miracles with people. Jess introduced me a while back. He helped her overcome some serious shit."
"You know I don't get off on all that new-age, touchy-feely bullshit." Dean said, thinking that Sam always had been a little too gullible for his own good.
"Me either Dean. This isn't bullshit. This is the real deal. He takes people with serious problems and gives them the time and the space they need to deal and heal. Pretty basic psychology, really, just applied in a very real way."
Something in the way Sam talked about it made Dean look up, fear wrenching in his stomach. "Sam?" Sam was trying to tell him that he had needed that kind of help. Of course he did. His brother fucked him. It was practically rape. No, scratch that. It was rape. Dean had raped his brother…and Sam had run away.
Sam had run away and needed some stranger to give him the time and the space to deal and heal, whatever the hell that meant.
Sam's hand fell over his and Dean nearly jumped out of the seat. "It's okay Dean. I'm okay." Sam stood and dropped some money on the table, waving to Sheila. "I mean it this time. I'm really okay."