Beauty and the Beast 5/?
Title: Beauty and the Beast 5/?
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Warnings: Wee!cest (Sam is 13), incest, language, mentions of extreme underage, rimming, bondage, dub-con, non-con
Summary: Long ago, the demon Azazel was told of a prophecy in which a boy king would emerge to lead the armies of darkness against the Light Bringer, a human who is said to have the power to seal the gates of hell forever. Finding the Boy King, he brought him to hell at only eight years of age. Now it is time for the boy to fulfill his role. There's only one problem: his love for a boy named Sammy.
It was a little after seven the next evening when the cutting of the Impala's engine awoke a sleeping Sam, eyes fluttering open as Dean leaned over to place a soft kiss to his brother's lips.
"Wake up Sweetheart," Dean whispered. "We're here."
Sitting up in the passenger seat, Sam took in the unfamiliar surroundings being so graciously displayed through the windows of the car. What immediately caught his attention was the breathtaking country estate laid out before him. Not a place for the broke and penniless, this house was obviously built for someone very wealthy. Sam had a feeling the owners were extremely appreciative of nature as the backyard was surrounded by trees while the front of the house consisted of well-trimmed hedges arranged in a pattern of small to large, with two small trees coming together at the end on either side of the porch steps. The building itself was three stories high, with the top half made of ivory-colored cement fiberglass siding and the bottom half consisting of brick. There were thirteen windows visible, each encased in black shutters that seemed to be freshly painted. Sam stared at the house in wonder, barely maintaining the presence of mind to watch where he was going as he got out of the car and made his way up the long driveway.
Dean himself spent most of his time taking in Sam's reaction to the place. He was very pleased to find his little brother so enamored with Rosewood Manor. Maybe bringing him here wasn't such a bad idea after all, he thought to himself.
"How many acres is this land, De?"
"Three, I believe. Do you like it?"
Sam stared at his brother incredulously, making Dean feel as if he'd just grown a third leg. "Are you kidding? De, how the hell did you find this place?"
"That's none of your concern pet," he replied. "A friend owns this house and has invited us to stay for a while as I have some business to attend to here. No need to worry though. I'll always make time for my special boy."
The smile that was about to form on Sam's face was disrupted as a sound in the distance had him turning his head to discover its origin. A man had emerged from the front door in what appeared to be a butler's uniform, his eyes seemingly fixed on Sam as he made his way over to the two brothers. His stare put the young boy on edge, making him feel as if he was being observed under a microscope. The man was about 5'10, with sandy blonde hair and piercing green eyes that gave him the appearance of someone capable of looking into the deepest recesses of the human soul. His gaze was hypnotic, the weight of it causing Sam to cling to his brother for protection. Dean immediately wrapped the arm that Sam was holding on to around his shoulders, making the younger brother feel safe enough to where he was once again able to hold his head up high.
"Dean my boy! Good to see you again!"
Dean tensed at the sight of the butler, obviously knowing him from somewhere. Maybe this was where he stayed when he went missing, Sam thought.
"Heathcliff. You're looking well," Dean replied as he reluctantly shook hands with the man. "It's about time Alistair hired you back. Speaking of which, where the hell is he anyway?"
"Oh he got called away on some important business. He should be back by tomorrow night. So…is this little Sammy Winchester?"
The fake smile Dean had on his face faltered somewhat at the mention of his brother. "Yes it is. Mind telling me how you knew that?"
"We know all, buddy boy. You of all people should know about that though…right?"
Watching the silent dialogue that transpired between Dean and the butler as a result of the man's comment made Sam squirm uncomfortably in the dark green sweater that covered his torso. Something wasn't quite right about the situation in which he currently found himself. As beautiful as this house was, there was an eeriness about it that could be detected only by the most observant of human beings. Being that little Sammy Winchester was always extremely quick on the uptake, it's no surprise that he not only caught the unnatural aura that both Heathcliff and the house he was serving in possessed, but he also noticed the brief shade of ebony that overtook the eyes of both the butler and his older brother as they continued to glare at each other. The blackness, however, disappeared as quickly as it had come and before he knew it, the irises of both pairs of eyes had returned to their natural hue.
"Sam…why don't you go inside and take a look at the house? Our bedroom is the fourth door to the right. I'll be there in a minute."
Being dismissed, Sam obeyed his brother and walked through the front door of Rosewood Manor, leaving the two remaining gentleman alone outside in the scorching heat of the Alabama sun. Heathcliff watched Sam's ass as he disappeared, the smirk forming on his face conveying the sinful thoughts going through his mind, sinful thoughts that the demon next to him immediately picked up on. A growl formed in the throat of the younger male, making the lecherous butler turn around and lock eyes with a stony-faced Dean. Being the object of such a sour expression was never a good thing, especially when the person glaring daggers at you is Dean Winchester. Refusing to let his fear show, the older man kept his smirk firmly in place and addressed the boy's scorn with mock concern.
"Something wrong Dean?"
"I was under the impression Azazel was the only one who knew about my little brother, that's what's wrong."
Heathcliff laughed bitterly. "Sam is the most important thing in the world to you, Dean. That makes him a person of particular interest to my master. It makes sense that he would have all of us watch over him while you were in hell. He was under careful observation, but for the right reasons I assure you."
Under careful observation. Dean allowed those words to fester in his mind as he drank in everything Heathcliff had just said. Sam was being watched the entire time he was gone. Dean's body shook with rage at the thought of demons anywhere near his baby brother. What if they wanted to hurt him?
"There's no need for anyone to watch over him god dammit! He is none of your business!"
"Everything about that boy is our business, Dean! He's the brother of Azazel's chosen one, you idiot! You didn't honestly expect the child to go unnoticed, did ya? Not when he means so much to you."
Dean was about to shout out another retort when he caught a glimpse of the window closest to the front door. Meeting Sam's worried gaze through the glass, he couldn't help but melt at the concerned expression on his baby's face. It was clear that his brother had overheard the entire argument from inside the house, which scared Dean. What would happen if Sammy knew what his brother really was? He would want to leave, that much was certain. He'd want to get away from Dean. That would never happen, however, as he had no intention of ever freeing the younger Winchester. The idea of living without him wasn't an option. If he had to tie the boy to the bedpost and force him to stay then so be it. He'd die before he let Sam go.
"Looks like someone is watching us," Heathcliff said, pulling Dean out of his dark thoughts. "You think he knows? About you I mean. What do you think would happen if he found out that his big brother was a demon, hmm?"
The threat in the man's words enraged Dean. Trying to retain some semblance of control, he pushed down the urge to kill and instead resorted to using words to get his message across.
"Now you listen to me, you insignificant little cretin. If you so much as breathe on him, I will eviscerate you from the inside out. Do we understand each other?"
The rage in Dean's eyes made Heathcliff realize that he was treading on thin ice with Azazel's Prince of Darkness. He'd have to choose his words very carefully from here on out if he wanted to escape this encounter with his life.
"I'm sorry, my Lord. Please forgive my insolence."
Satisfied with Heathcliff's submission, Dean nodded and pushed past him on his way to the house, determined to put any worries his brother had about the altercation he witnessed to rest. Upon entering the foyer, he noticed that Sam was no longer by the window he was looking out of just a moment ago. Thinking the boy must have found the bedroom they'd be sharing, Dean was about to go in that very direction when he stopped dead in his tracks at the faint sound of a piano being played somewhere in the distance. He smiled to himself as the melody of Beethoven's Romance Violin permeated the walls of Rosewood Manor, no doubt in his mind that Sam was the culprit responsible for the music being created on Alistair's most prized possession. Arriving at his destination, Dean leaned against the doorway with as much silence as he could muster, wanting nothing more than to observe his little Sammy undetected.
The grace with which Sam's fingers manipulated the strings of his violin suggested he'd been practicing for quite some time now. While his little brother had always been musically inclined, Dean had never known him to actually play an instrument until now. Well a lot can happen in nine fucking years, he thought bitterly.
"De?"
The sound of Sam's voice pulled Dean out of his reverie, so engrossed was he in his memories that he hadn't even noticed the silence that followed Sam's discovery of another presence in the room with him.
"Where did you learn to play like that?"
"I started taking lessons when I was seven," he replied warily, a bit unnerved by the intensity of Dean's gaze. "What did you think?"
Dean was silent for so long that Sam didn't think he would answer. He just continued to stare as if some speck of dirt had just magically appeared on the face of the younger boy, causing him to feel a bit self-conscious. When Sam could no longer stand his brother's inactivity, he opened his mouth to speak and was immediately silenced by the sound of Dean's voice.
"Never in all of creation has there ever existed such…indescribable beauty."
Dean looked on in fascination as a rosy-colored hue stained the cheeks of his heart's only desire. He was God's masterpiece, that much was clear. No other being in existence could have designed such absolute perfection. Sam rendered him completely helpless, the only thing in the entire universe capable of warming a heart Dean long thought to have been in a state of perpetual winter, frozen to the bone for all eternity.
"I…I meant the music," Sam replied, head hanging in embarrassment. Dean couldn't help but smile at his little brother's coy nature as he slowly made his way across the room, his steps as slow and cautious as that of a predator carefully approaching its unsuspecting prey. His gaze lingered on Sammy as he slowly backed himself into a wall. Unfazed by his brother's actions, Dean moved into his personal space and gently lifted his chin up with the side of his index finger.
"Look at me," he commanded softly, sighing lustily as their eyes met. "You don't ever have to fear me baby boy. I would never hurt you. I just…Sam, is there someone bothering you?"
Sam's eyes snapped up at that. "I don't understand what you mean."
"Back in Kansas…you were so broken. I asked you if someone hurt you and I was given the impression that somebody did. I wanted to have it taken care of last night but decided to bring you here instead. I figured I'd get it out of you one way or another."
"How did I not wake up? I'm usually such a light sleeper."
Dean smiled. "I have my ways. So about who's been bothering my little brother."
"Nobody's bothering me, De. I promise."
"Then what's wrong? Don't you love me anymore?"
Sam stared at the ground, unsure of how to answer his question. There was still so much about his brother that he didn't know and the dire situation he found himself in was finally starting to make him angry.
"Where did you go when you disappeared, Dean?"
The question seemed to stun Dean, if his surprised expression was anything to go by. "I don't think you should know that quite yet."
"Why the hell not?! I don't know if you realize this, but there are things about you that just don't add up. I mean…you disappear for YEARS and then you come back and the first thing you do is kill my father! Don't think I haven't forgotten about that, cause I haven't. I don't think you really knew just what he meant to me, did you? Or maybe you did and you just didn't care."
"Of course I cared! Dammit, Sammy I gave him a chance to let me walk away with you and he refused! What the hell was I supposed to do?"
Sam stared at his brother incredulously. "Are you serious?! Of course he wasn't going to let you just waltz right in there and take me from him. I'm his son!"
"I don't need to justify myself to you Sam," Dean yelled. "You're just a kid! Now you can either accept the new life I've given you or you can spend the rest of your miserable existence strapped to my bed where I can do whatever I want with you!"
"Oh so that's the way it's gonna be is it? Well go ahead and tie me up cause that's the only way you're ever going to get me to stay with you."
"Don't tempt me Sam."
"Oh, go ahead! You've already stolen a good portion of my innocence. Might as well keep it up until there's nothing left."
Dean sneered at his brother's words, grabbing Sam's chin so that he could stare menacingly into his eyes.
"You think you're innocent? I didn't hear you complaining last night when I made you come, you ungrateful little shit. As I recall, you were moaning pretty fucking loudly. What was it? Two times in one day? That doesn't make you innocent, Sammy. It makes you a slut."
The shame and self-loathing that overtook Sam's features made Dean chuckle wickedly. "I think we need to do that again. What do you think?"
Without waiting for an answer, Dean slung Sam over his shoulder and made his way to their bedroom, ignoring his brother's desperate pleas to be let go. When he got to the room, he flung Sam on the bed and straddled his legs while making sure to hold onto his arms so that he couldn't get away.
"Don't move, Sammy. You do and I swear you'll regret it."
Getting up and going over to the dresser, he fished out two neckties and used them to tie his brother's arms and legs to the bedpost, leaving him spread open and completely at Dean's mercy.
"You want to know what I am, sweetheart?" he asked. Lifting up his hand, he waved his fingers toward himself and watched as Sam's clothes were ripped from his body. Watching Sam gasp in horror, he leaned over to whisper in his ear, "I'm a demon, Sammy."
Dean smirked at the fear displayed all over his brother's face. The nerve of the boy, talking back to the person who loved him more than his own life. His baby boy wasn't appreciative of his older brother's efforts to improve the quality of his life, was he? John was a worthless piece of shit who could never be counted on for anything. He wasn't fit to raise his brother. Nobody was fit to be Sam's everything. No one except Dean. Sammy belonged to him, and it was time his baby learned that. Little Sammy was going to be taught a lesson about submission and ownership. He was going to know his role. Dean would make sure of it.
I'm gonna make you scream Sammy," Dean said forcefully as he walked over to the edge of the bed, breathing heavily at the sight of his baby boy lying naked and spread out on his bed like an offering. " I'm going to make you beg…make you moan…make you mine. You're gonna know your fucking place by the time I'm through with you."
Moaning at the soft whimper that formed in Sam's throat, Dean knelt between his brother's spread legs and stared at a part of Sam's body that he wasn't yet familiar with, an ugly combination of love and lust turning his eyes pitch black.
"This is gonna be so much fun."
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Warnings: Wee!cest (Sam is 13), incest, language, mentions of extreme underage, rimming, bondage, dub-con, non-con
Summary: Long ago, the demon Azazel was told of a prophecy in which a boy king would emerge to lead the armies of darkness against the Light Bringer, a human who is said to have the power to seal the gates of hell forever. Finding the Boy King, he brought him to hell at only eight years of age. Now it is time for the boy to fulfill his role. There's only one problem: his love for a boy named Sammy.
It was a little after seven the next evening when the cutting of the Impala's engine awoke a sleeping Sam, eyes fluttering open as Dean leaned over to place a soft kiss to his brother's lips.
"Wake up Sweetheart," Dean whispered. "We're here."
Sitting up in the passenger seat, Sam took in the unfamiliar surroundings being so graciously displayed through the windows of the car. What immediately caught his attention was the breathtaking country estate laid out before him. Not a place for the broke and penniless, this house was obviously built for someone very wealthy. Sam had a feeling the owners were extremely appreciative of nature as the backyard was surrounded by trees while the front of the house consisted of well-trimmed hedges arranged in a pattern of small to large, with two small trees coming together at the end on either side of the porch steps. The building itself was three stories high, with the top half made of ivory-colored cement fiberglass siding and the bottom half consisting of brick. There were thirteen windows visible, each encased in black shutters that seemed to be freshly painted. Sam stared at the house in wonder, barely maintaining the presence of mind to watch where he was going as he got out of the car and made his way up the long driveway.
Dean himself spent most of his time taking in Sam's reaction to the place. He was very pleased to find his little brother so enamored with Rosewood Manor. Maybe bringing him here wasn't such a bad idea after all, he thought to himself.
"How many acres is this land, De?"
"Three, I believe. Do you like it?"
Sam stared at his brother incredulously, making Dean feel as if he'd just grown a third leg. "Are you kidding? De, how the hell did you find this place?"
"That's none of your concern pet," he replied. "A friend owns this house and has invited us to stay for a while as I have some business to attend to here. No need to worry though. I'll always make time for my special boy."
The smile that was about to form on Sam's face was disrupted as a sound in the distance had him turning his head to discover its origin. A man had emerged from the front door in what appeared to be a butler's uniform, his eyes seemingly fixed on Sam as he made his way over to the two brothers. His stare put the young boy on edge, making him feel as if he was being observed under a microscope. The man was about 5'10, with sandy blonde hair and piercing green eyes that gave him the appearance of someone capable of looking into the deepest recesses of the human soul. His gaze was hypnotic, the weight of it causing Sam to cling to his brother for protection. Dean immediately wrapped the arm that Sam was holding on to around his shoulders, making the younger brother feel safe enough to where he was once again able to hold his head up high.
"Dean my boy! Good to see you again!"
Dean tensed at the sight of the butler, obviously knowing him from somewhere. Maybe this was where he stayed when he went missing, Sam thought.
"Heathcliff. You're looking well," Dean replied as he reluctantly shook hands with the man. "It's about time Alistair hired you back. Speaking of which, where the hell is he anyway?"
"Oh he got called away on some important business. He should be back by tomorrow night. So…is this little Sammy Winchester?"
The fake smile Dean had on his face faltered somewhat at the mention of his brother. "Yes it is. Mind telling me how you knew that?"
"We know all, buddy boy. You of all people should know about that though…right?"
Watching the silent dialogue that transpired between Dean and the butler as a result of the man's comment made Sam squirm uncomfortably in the dark green sweater that covered his torso. Something wasn't quite right about the situation in which he currently found himself. As beautiful as this house was, there was an eeriness about it that could be detected only by the most observant of human beings. Being that little Sammy Winchester was always extremely quick on the uptake, it's no surprise that he not only caught the unnatural aura that both Heathcliff and the house he was serving in possessed, but he also noticed the brief shade of ebony that overtook the eyes of both the butler and his older brother as they continued to glare at each other. The blackness, however, disappeared as quickly as it had come and before he knew it, the irises of both pairs of eyes had returned to their natural hue.
"Sam…why don't you go inside and take a look at the house? Our bedroom is the fourth door to the right. I'll be there in a minute."
Being dismissed, Sam obeyed his brother and walked through the front door of Rosewood Manor, leaving the two remaining gentleman alone outside in the scorching heat of the Alabama sun. Heathcliff watched Sam's ass as he disappeared, the smirk forming on his face conveying the sinful thoughts going through his mind, sinful thoughts that the demon next to him immediately picked up on. A growl formed in the throat of the younger male, making the lecherous butler turn around and lock eyes with a stony-faced Dean. Being the object of such a sour expression was never a good thing, especially when the person glaring daggers at you is Dean Winchester. Refusing to let his fear show, the older man kept his smirk firmly in place and addressed the boy's scorn with mock concern.
"Something wrong Dean?"
"I was under the impression Azazel was the only one who knew about my little brother, that's what's wrong."
Heathcliff laughed bitterly. "Sam is the most important thing in the world to you, Dean. That makes him a person of particular interest to my master. It makes sense that he would have all of us watch over him while you were in hell. He was under careful observation, but for the right reasons I assure you."
Under careful observation. Dean allowed those words to fester in his mind as he drank in everything Heathcliff had just said. Sam was being watched the entire time he was gone. Dean's body shook with rage at the thought of demons anywhere near his baby brother. What if they wanted to hurt him?
"There's no need for anyone to watch over him god dammit! He is none of your business!"
"Everything about that boy is our business, Dean! He's the brother of Azazel's chosen one, you idiot! You didn't honestly expect the child to go unnoticed, did ya? Not when he means so much to you."
Dean was about to shout out another retort when he caught a glimpse of the window closest to the front door. Meeting Sam's worried gaze through the glass, he couldn't help but melt at the concerned expression on his baby's face. It was clear that his brother had overheard the entire argument from inside the house, which scared Dean. What would happen if Sammy knew what his brother really was? He would want to leave, that much was certain. He'd want to get away from Dean. That would never happen, however, as he had no intention of ever freeing the younger Winchester. The idea of living without him wasn't an option. If he had to tie the boy to the bedpost and force him to stay then so be it. He'd die before he let Sam go.
"Looks like someone is watching us," Heathcliff said, pulling Dean out of his dark thoughts. "You think he knows? About you I mean. What do you think would happen if he found out that his big brother was a demon, hmm?"
The threat in the man's words enraged Dean. Trying to retain some semblance of control, he pushed down the urge to kill and instead resorted to using words to get his message across.
"Now you listen to me, you insignificant little cretin. If you so much as breathe on him, I will eviscerate you from the inside out. Do we understand each other?"
The rage in Dean's eyes made Heathcliff realize that he was treading on thin ice with Azazel's Prince of Darkness. He'd have to choose his words very carefully from here on out if he wanted to escape this encounter with his life.
"I'm sorry, my Lord. Please forgive my insolence."
Satisfied with Heathcliff's submission, Dean nodded and pushed past him on his way to the house, determined to put any worries his brother had about the altercation he witnessed to rest. Upon entering the foyer, he noticed that Sam was no longer by the window he was looking out of just a moment ago. Thinking the boy must have found the bedroom they'd be sharing, Dean was about to go in that very direction when he stopped dead in his tracks at the faint sound of a piano being played somewhere in the distance. He smiled to himself as the melody of Beethoven's Romance Violin permeated the walls of Rosewood Manor, no doubt in his mind that Sam was the culprit responsible for the music being created on Alistair's most prized possession. Arriving at his destination, Dean leaned against the doorway with as much silence as he could muster, wanting nothing more than to observe his little Sammy undetected.
The grace with which Sam's fingers manipulated the strings of his violin suggested he'd been practicing for quite some time now. While his little brother had always been musically inclined, Dean had never known him to actually play an instrument until now. Well a lot can happen in nine fucking years, he thought bitterly.
"De?"
The sound of Sam's voice pulled Dean out of his reverie, so engrossed was he in his memories that he hadn't even noticed the silence that followed Sam's discovery of another presence in the room with him.
"Where did you learn to play like that?"
"I started taking lessons when I was seven," he replied warily, a bit unnerved by the intensity of Dean's gaze. "What did you think?"
Dean was silent for so long that Sam didn't think he would answer. He just continued to stare as if some speck of dirt had just magically appeared on the face of the younger boy, causing him to feel a bit self-conscious. When Sam could no longer stand his brother's inactivity, he opened his mouth to speak and was immediately silenced by the sound of Dean's voice.
"Never in all of creation has there ever existed such…indescribable beauty."
Dean looked on in fascination as a rosy-colored hue stained the cheeks of his heart's only desire. He was God's masterpiece, that much was clear. No other being in existence could have designed such absolute perfection. Sam rendered him completely helpless, the only thing in the entire universe capable of warming a heart Dean long thought to have been in a state of perpetual winter, frozen to the bone for all eternity.
"I…I meant the music," Sam replied, head hanging in embarrassment. Dean couldn't help but smile at his little brother's coy nature as he slowly made his way across the room, his steps as slow and cautious as that of a predator carefully approaching its unsuspecting prey. His gaze lingered on Sammy as he slowly backed himself into a wall. Unfazed by his brother's actions, Dean moved into his personal space and gently lifted his chin up with the side of his index finger.
"Look at me," he commanded softly, sighing lustily as their eyes met. "You don't ever have to fear me baby boy. I would never hurt you. I just…Sam, is there someone bothering you?"
Sam's eyes snapped up at that. "I don't understand what you mean."
"Back in Kansas…you were so broken. I asked you if someone hurt you and I was given the impression that somebody did. I wanted to have it taken care of last night but decided to bring you here instead. I figured I'd get it out of you one way or another."
"How did I not wake up? I'm usually such a light sleeper."
Dean smiled. "I have my ways. So about who's been bothering my little brother."
"Nobody's bothering me, De. I promise."
"Then what's wrong? Don't you love me anymore?"
Sam stared at the ground, unsure of how to answer his question. There was still so much about his brother that he didn't know and the dire situation he found himself in was finally starting to make him angry.
"Where did you go when you disappeared, Dean?"
The question seemed to stun Dean, if his surprised expression was anything to go by. "I don't think you should know that quite yet."
"Why the hell not?! I don't know if you realize this, but there are things about you that just don't add up. I mean…you disappear for YEARS and then you come back and the first thing you do is kill my father! Don't think I haven't forgotten about that, cause I haven't. I don't think you really knew just what he meant to me, did you? Or maybe you did and you just didn't care."
"Of course I cared! Dammit, Sammy I gave him a chance to let me walk away with you and he refused! What the hell was I supposed to do?"
Sam stared at his brother incredulously. "Are you serious?! Of course he wasn't going to let you just waltz right in there and take me from him. I'm his son!"
"I don't need to justify myself to you Sam," Dean yelled. "You're just a kid! Now you can either accept the new life I've given you or you can spend the rest of your miserable existence strapped to my bed where I can do whatever I want with you!"
"Oh so that's the way it's gonna be is it? Well go ahead and tie me up cause that's the only way you're ever going to get me to stay with you."
"Don't tempt me Sam."
"Oh, go ahead! You've already stolen a good portion of my innocence. Might as well keep it up until there's nothing left."
Dean sneered at his brother's words, grabbing Sam's chin so that he could stare menacingly into his eyes.
"You think you're innocent? I didn't hear you complaining last night when I made you come, you ungrateful little shit. As I recall, you were moaning pretty fucking loudly. What was it? Two times in one day? That doesn't make you innocent, Sammy. It makes you a slut."
The shame and self-loathing that overtook Sam's features made Dean chuckle wickedly. "I think we need to do that again. What do you think?"
Without waiting for an answer, Dean slung Sam over his shoulder and made his way to their bedroom, ignoring his brother's desperate pleas to be let go. When he got to the room, he flung Sam on the bed and straddled his legs while making sure to hold onto his arms so that he couldn't get away.
"Don't move, Sammy. You do and I swear you'll regret it."
Getting up and going over to the dresser, he fished out two neckties and used them to tie his brother's arms and legs to the bedpost, leaving him spread open and completely at Dean's mercy.
"You want to know what I am, sweetheart?" he asked. Lifting up his hand, he waved his fingers toward himself and watched as Sam's clothes were ripped from his body. Watching Sam gasp in horror, he leaned over to whisper in his ear, "I'm a demon, Sammy."
Dean smirked at the fear displayed all over his brother's face. The nerve of the boy, talking back to the person who loved him more than his own life. His baby boy wasn't appreciative of his older brother's efforts to improve the quality of his life, was he? John was a worthless piece of shit who could never be counted on for anything. He wasn't fit to raise his brother. Nobody was fit to be Sam's everything. No one except Dean. Sammy belonged to him, and it was time his baby learned that. Little Sammy was going to be taught a lesson about submission and ownership. He was going to know his role. Dean would make sure of it.
I'm gonna make you scream Sammy," Dean said forcefully as he walked over to the edge of the bed, breathing heavily at the sight of his baby boy lying naked and spread out on his bed like an offering. " I'm going to make you beg…make you moan…make you mine. You're gonna know your fucking place by the time I'm through with you."
Moaning at the soft whimper that formed in Sam's throat, Dean knelt between his brother's spread legs and stared at a part of Sam's body that he wasn't yet familiar with, an ugly combination of love and lust turning his eyes pitch black.
"This is gonna be so much fun."