Make Me Pay
It all started simply enough. A bottle of tequila, some friendly pool, and suddenly they were stumbling into the hotel room with the almost empty bottle jostling between them as they tried to get their clothes off as quick as possible.
They didn’t see the figure in the shadows, didn’t see because the only light that slipped into the room was from the broken neon sign that only had two letters still lit up.
“Dean.”
It brought them both out of their hazy and Sam came over, pulled the tequila from Eliot’s hands and downing the rest of it. Dean knew the look in Sam’s eyes, knew what it meant and he looked over at Eliot with something like fear.
“I don’t like to share what’s mine Eliot.” Sam said. “and I have some penalties for it. You want him,” He said with a tilt of his head towards his brother, “then you have to pay me for it.”
Dean bit his lip to keep from saying anything. Sam was always saying Eliot knew about them but from the way Eliot was looking him over he knew it wasn’t true. Eliot hadn’t had a clue about what Sam and Dean did and even more so, he’d never dreamed of a possessive, controlling Sam.
Eliot looked at Dean, then turned back to Sam, licking his lips as he did so. He crawled across the floor and sat at Sam’s feet. “Make me pay Sammy.”