Cruel Intent
Title: Cruel Intent
Author: Machiavelliande
Pairing: Evil Sam/girl Dean, Cas/girl Dean, John W./girl Dean
Rating: NC-17
Warning: het, incest, dom/sub, Daddy kink, bdsm, role playing
Disclaimer: We don't own Supernatural.
Summary: AU Sam Winchester has waited his whole life for a chance to get revenge on his sister, Dee. She was the golden child. The chosen one who got to stay with mom while he was exiled with his domineering father. Sam doesn't just want to hurt his sister. He wants to destroy her.
A/N: We're a married couple who love evil Sam and have a Daddy kink so we decided to explore both in a fic. Dedicated to our superb Dom Damon with total devotion. Tay & Tia
Cruel Intent
Sam Winchester had waited eighteen years to exact his revenge on his sister, Dee and now the moment was upon him. He clearly remembered the day his life had been turned upside down by her imminent arrival. Sam had been ten years old at the time. He was in his room studying a spell book when his father had come in to talk to him. By that time, Sam had already developed some powers from the yellow eyed demon's blood that ran dark in his veins. His father, John Winchester had told him they had to leave right away because the yellow eyed demon was coming for Sam. The boy knew that wasn't true. He had read what was really in his father's mind at that moment. His mother was pregnant with a baby girl. His parents had decided it was too dangerous to raise their baby girl with Sam. His father would take him far away so the little girl would be safe from her brother who was infected with demon blood. Sam had gone with his father and bided his time as the years passed.
John Winchester had been resentful and bitter over having to leave the woman he loved and the daughter he would never get the chance to know. His anger was turned towards Sam. He trained the boy hard in the ways of a hunter and pushed him to his physical limits. Their relationship was always strained and time did nothing to ease the tension between them.
When Sam was seventeen, he had met a blond haired demon named Ruby. She had started to teach him how to use his powers. Sam began to drink demon blood to make himself stronger. At eighteen, Sam had left his father to attend Stanford. Ruby helped Sam to continue to learn what he was capable of and to grow stronger with each passing year. Now, he was twenty eight and had acquired wealth using the powers he possessed. He hadn't seen his father in a few years. Ruby was still in his life and had helped him get set up in his current residence and into a summer teaching position at the University of Kansas. He would be teaching his sister about the occult and much more as the summer progressed. Ruby had met Dee at the local mall where she had 'accidentally' bumped into her. That brief contact was all it had taken for Ruby to find out everything they needed to know to destroy the girl. Sam's lips curved into a wicked grin. He couldn't wait to put his plan in motion.
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Sam knew he looked hot in his maroon button down and charcoal colored slacks. He was sitting on the corner of his desk waiting for his forty students to begin arriving for class which ran from 7:00 to 9:00 pm on Monday, Wednesday and Friday. The tall man felt an odd sort of tingle along his spine, then the doorknob turned. He knew it was Dee before she stepped in the door. Sam stood up and started to walk across to meet her. He wanted to shake his sister's hand. He needed that initial contact. Sam felt the need to read her response to him and see inside her for himself. When she walked in the door, Sam greeted her with a warm welcoming smile. He was lost for a moment in the first sight of his sister in the flesh. She was tall probably five foot nine or ten. Her golden blond hair was cut short and framed her lovely face. Her jade green eyes were striking and her cupid bow lips invited all sorts of decadent thoughts and desires. Sam's eyes strayed to her curvy figure encased in pink shorts and a tight darker pink t-shirt. She was ripe and Sam couldn't wait to take a bite.
“Good evening. I'm Professor Colt.” Sam introduced himself as he grasped Dee's hand. He felt a jolt of electricity pass between them at the touch. He knew she felt it too and his smile deepened. He didn't want to use his powers or a spell on Dee. He wanted her to fall in love with him all on her own. It would make her destruction so much sweeter if she willingly gave him her heart.
“Hi, I'm Dee Winchester. I read the story about you in the campus paper and had to take your class. I've always been fascinated by the supernatural and I'm eager to learn more.” Dee said as she blushed under the young professor's scrutiny.
“We're going to explore some dark subjects and the darker side of human nature. We'll make some amazing discoveries together, Dee. You can count on that.” Sam said in his deep warm voice meant to caress and seduce.
“I'm looking forward to that Professor Colt.” Dee said as he stared up at the handsome professor from under her lashes.
Sam ached to bend his sister over the wooden desk and take her now but he would wait a while longer, until the moment was right, to claim his prize.
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At the end of the second week of classes, Sam called to Dee as she was leaving with the other students. The blond walked toward him with an uncertain smile on her face. She stopped at his desk and he smiled reassuringly at her. She was wearing a white denim skirt that came to mid thigh and a jade green button down that set of her eyes. He would bet anything she was wearing jade satin panties under the skirt. “You're setting the curve in the class, Dee. I thought a reward was in order.”
“Really, Professor Colt? I didn't know.” Dee said with a happy smile lighting up her lovely face.
“It's Colt. Everyone calls me Colt. I have some journals that belonged to ghost, demon, witch, and even vampire hunters. There are too valuable to bring into class where they might come to harm. I was thinking you could come by to see them at my home at your convenience.” Sam stated with a charming dimpled grin.
“Oh, Prof...Colt, I would love that! I had a date with my boyfriend but he got called away. Would it be okay if I came over now?” Dee said all in a rush. She was practically bouncing with excitement.
Sam knew all about Dee's boyfriend, Castiel. He wondered how Dee would feel if she found out the truth about him. Someday, he might tell her. “Tonight would be perfect. I only live a couple miles away from here. I could drive you there or you may follow me.”
“I'll just follow you. That way you don't have to bring me back to my car.”
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Sam opened the door to his large two story brick home and walked in with Dee following right behind him. As they walked down a long corridor to Sam's study, she paused several times to study surreal paintings by renowned Polish painter, Zdzislaw Beksinski.
“Your Beksinski paintings are amazing! I've only seen his work in books before.” Dee exclaimed in a reverent tone.
“I find that each time I study his work, I see a new detail that I missed before. There's something organic about it that speaks to me. You're the first lady fan of his art that I've run across.”
“His work is breathtaking! I remember being so saddened when I read about his tragic life and death. Now, his paintings have an even greater impact. I know his inspiration came from a deep well of sorrow. His tortured soul is laid bare on each canvas for the whole world to see.” Dee stated in a voice choked with emotion.
“Maybe, we'll have a moment later for you to see the other Beksinski paintings that I have upstairs.” Sam answered as he placed his hand against the small of her back and urged her forward into his study.
“I'd like that.” Dee said as she moved into the study with him close behind her.
She began to look through the journals loving how each was unique and carried the personality of the man or woman who had created it. Some of the pages were almost obscured by rust colored stains that Dee believed to be blood. There were drawings of creatures, symbols and rituals in some of the journals that fascinated her. She came across a passage in one of the journals that had belonged to a woman named Bela Talbot that stopped her cold.
'There is darkness within my soul. I have desires that I dare not reveal. He forces himself into me. He unleashes his lust upon me. I am his rage and his ecstasy, his disease and its cure. He brings me unspeakable pleasure and quenches my dark desires. He tears me apart and rebuilds me. He sees me as I truly am.'
This was Sam's moment. He walked up close behind Dee and read the passage out loud over her shoulder. She shivered at the the sound of his voice so close to her throat and stood up abruptly. She felt the need to put some distance between the two of them. Dee backed up into the wall and Sam followed never taking his eyes off hers.
“It's alright, Dee.” Sam soothed with his voice as he placed a gentle hand on her shoulder. “We all want someone to see us as we really are and accept us. You've been waiting your whole life for someone to see you. Now, I'm here. I see you, Dee. I know what you want and it's okay. You don't ever have to hide yourself from me, Dee. We are two sides of the same coin, yin and yang, dom and sub. Surrender to me, Dee. I will give you everything you've ever dreamed of.”
Dee looked up at him with excitement, fear and desire in her wide green eyes. Her whole body was trembling with need. How had he known what she had kept hidden deep inside for so long? None of her closest friends had the slighted inkling that she wanted, no, needed to submit. Her mind flashed to an even more shameful secret. Did he know that too?
“Lift up your skirt and hold it.” Sam commanded knowing she would comply.
Dee's hands were trembling as she pulled up the shirt and exposed her green, French cut, satin panties to him. Sam smile in satisfaction seeing the color confirmed.
“When we're together like this, you may call me Daddy.” Sam husked as he looked at the satin triangle that was covering her sex. Her eyes got huge when he said this and Sam took his hand from her shoulder to caress her cheek. “It's okay, Princess. Just breathe.”
Dee nodded and took a deep, calming breath. Oh god, he did know how she had dreamed of her daddy. The dark fantasies she had created where he came back and had sex with her. She had masturbated for the first time to one of those fantasies. It had all started when she had seen a photo of her dad taken when he and her mother had moved into their first home together. He had been wearing tight blue Levi's and a form fitting black t-shirt leaning back against a black muscle car. He had looked so intensely male and was so very handsome. Dee had felt a tingle in her lower belly that she had never experienced before. That was the day she had fallen for her daddy. Sam's hand caressing her thigh brought her back to the moment.
Sam enjoyed touching the taut silken flesh as he ran his fingertips up her thigh to the place where satin met skin. Dee gasped and put one hand on his shoulder to steady herself.
“We do have rules, Princess. You never touch me without permission. Do you understand?” Sam said in a stern tone as he pinned her with a hard gaze.
“Yes, Daddy.” Dee gasped as she tangled her hand in her skirt again.
Sam's index finger delved under the satiny material of her panties and she shuddered against the wall. He traced her desire swollen labia and her clit. Dee was panting now and a slight sheen of sweat had broken out over her overheated body. Sam slid his fingertip into her opening, loving that she was already wet and open for him.
“You like that, don't you, Princess.” Sam practically purred as he pressed deeper inside her.
“Yes, Daddy. Please don't stop.” Dee gasped.
Sam slid his wet finger up and down her slit a few times then began to rub sensuous circles across her clit. Dee moaned and shuddered at the electrical arcs of sensation that were rippling through her body.
“I'm gonna play with your pretty pussy until you come, Princess. Daddy knows exactly what his little girl needs.” Sam promised as he rubbed her clit harder.
“Oh God! Daddy!” Dee cried out to him as he slipped two fingers inside her and teased her dripping pussy.
“Unbutton your top, Princess. Take it and your bra off.” Sam commanded as he pushed the material of her panties out of his way. He kept his middle finger inside her velvet box as he used his thumb and index finger to torture her clit.
Dee did as she was told and exposed her firm apple sized breasts to his hungry gaze. Sam couldn't help but think that his sister had an awesome body. She was practically perfect and it was making him crazy with lust. He lowered his head and took a pert pink nipple into his mouth. He tongued and sucked it as she mewled and whimpered. He bit down and her whole body went rigid arching out from the wall towards him. Sam moved his attention to her other nipple as he plunged two fingers deep inside her. He pulled back to look at her for a moment. Christ, she's beautiful, he thought before he latched back onto her swollen rosy nipple and began to pump his fingers into her hot velvet box harder and deeper. He felt her orgasm coming before she cried out.
“Daddy, I'm gonna come.”
He dropped to his knees and sucked her clit ruthlessly hard as she came, her body pumped against his fingers as her ass clenched tight. Sam removed his fingers and replaced them with his long thick tongue. He lapped up every drop of her sweet honeyed come and licked his lips. Sam stood up. His face was shining with her juice.
“Lick me clean, Princess.”
“Yes, Daddy.” Dee leaned up and licked his chin and cheeks until he was clean. She was still trembling with aftershocks from her powerful climax.
Sam knew he could take her now. He could make his baby sister ride him until he came deep inside her but he wouldn't. Not tonight. Instead, he helped her get her clothes back together and steadied her as they walked to his living room. She was in a bit of shock and Sam soothed her until she was ready to go home. He walked her to her car and helped her in, making sure she buckled her seat belt. He knew her thoughts were a whirl. Dee needed some time to process what had happened between them.
“I'll see you here tomorrow at 2:00, Princess. Don't be late or Daddy will be very cross. You won't like Daddy when he's cross.” Sam said firmly.
“Yes, Daddy. I'll be on time.” Dee's voice was small and her lips trembled a little as she spoke.
“Goodnight, Princess.” Sam purred as he leaned in and gently kissed her hair.
Dee closed her eyes, sighed softly and smiled. “Good night, Daddy.”
Sam watched her leave and smiled smugly. He was going to own his sister heart, mind, body and soul, then he was going to crush her completely.
CRUEL INTENT Chapter 2
A/N: If you want more of Sam and Dee, let us know! Comments feed our muse and make my wife and I write faster! X Taylor