Anything -- Supernatural, NC-17
Fandom: Supernatural
Title: Anything
Characters/Pairings: Sam/Dean
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 4559
Summary: Sam finds Dean, and buys him back from a man who specializes in selling slaves. For nanakomatsu who asked for: Supernatural, Sam/Dean, with bottom!Dean and BDSM; NC-17; angst, but with an happy ending and the boys together please ;) For the prompt, I don't know, bruise or promise. If I can say more, I have a kink for slave!Dean (like real slave in an AU) or rentboy!Dean.
A/Ns and Warnings: Um…nothing overly graphic here, but the implication of torture and rape, conditioning. I hope this tickles you, my dear…and Happy Holidays. I actually don't think this one is done...but if I kept writing until it was, I could be another week in the doing...so maybe a second part will come later.
It had been nearly a year since Dean had disappeared. Six months since their father had finally called Sam to tell him. And now, Sam was finally close to finding him.
Finally. He didn’t want to think about where he was, except that he had to maintain his cover…and to do that he had to be painfully aware. He hadn’t seen his father since that night when they’d met and John had told him what had happened.
Dean was gone. Their father couldn’t find him. Sam had been furious that it had taken him so long to call, that Dean could be gone for so long and the old man didn’t feel it important enough to tell him.
The trail had been cold. Sam had to pull in a lot of favors and make a lot of unsavory deals to get this far…and it had taken him weeks to pull together the money he would need and establish a convincing cover. Now, as the limo pulled up to an unassuming warehouse, his heart fluttered. He wasn’t sure he could pull the whole thing off.
He thumbed open the window to the driver. “I don’t know how long I’ll be, but be ready to roll when I come out that door.”
The driver nodded understanding and Sam closed the window, then opened his door. He felt like he was out of his league, even in the power suit and $300 shoes. He used the cane to leverage himself out of the car, trusting the blade he knew was secreted inside. He couldn’t carry a gun, not into a place like this, and considering the clientele and merchandise, it likely wouldn’t do him a lot of good anyway. He shifted his grip on the briefcase and exhaled slowly before heading to the door.
At the door, a large man eyed him up and down. “Good evening. I’m here to see Mr. Gorlian.”
“Name?”
“Mr. Samuel Silvers.”
The man grunted, and placed a call on a cell phone that seemed entirely too small in his meaty hands. “Mr. Gorlian is on his way up.”
Sam only had to wait for a minute, and the door was opening, a tall, thin man smiling like a used car salesman and holding out his hand to Sam. “Mr. Silvers…a pleasure to make your acquaintance. Ms. Blackwater recommended you most highly.”
Sam smiled and shook his hand. “She may have over exaggerated a little. I’m glad, however, that you are willing to show me your wares. I’ve been in the market for a while and not finding what I’m looking for.”
Gorlian held the door for him and ushered Sam into a warehouse lined with crates and pallets filled with boxes. “I’m sure we can help you find the perfect specimen. We’ll start with showing you what we have here, and if we don’t have it, you can provide me with specifications, and I will find one for you…no extra charge.”
Sam’s blood ran cold, but he smiled and followed as he was through the warehouse to a freight elevator. “Of course, we’ll have to pass through security…and check your financing…but I’m positive we can do business, Mr. Silvers.”
As they stepped off the elevator, they were greeted by four big guys. Two of them frisked Sam, then passed him through a metal detector. The cane was swept by an x-ray, but the extra money he’d paid was worth it. The x-ray showed nothing more than your average cane, such as any gentleman with a slight limp might carry. The briefcase, likewise, showed only money.
That done Gorlian escorted him into an office. “Ms. Blackwater said the average price was $50,000. Seeing as I am looking for something…extra-ordinary, I brought twice that.” Sam set the briefcase down and turned it for Gorlian’s examination.
The grin that spread over his face was predatory and he rubbed his hands together before closing the briefcase and handing it back to Sam. “Yes, yes. Very good. Perhaps if you give me some idea what your…preferences are for…I can arrange for you to see our best.”
Sam took a deep breath. His stomach twisted in knots. “Human. I don’t want any of those half-breeds or anything. Fully human. Strong, pretty.” He hoped his anguish didn’t show on his face. “I’m told you only sell them fully broken.”
Gorlian nodded. “Indeed. We find our clients are generally happier with one who has been broken and trained.”
“Pity, I rather enjoy doing that myself.” Sam swallowed and tried not to think about it…about what he would find when Gorlian finally took him out there…where humans and demons and all manner of creatures in between were sold as slaves to the rich and powerful.
“Perhaps then we should start with those most recently released for sale…still a little green, as it were. I have three that might suit you. All beautiful, all strong…did you have a gender preference?” Gorlian stood and pushed a button under his desk. The wall behind him slid open and he gestured for Sam to proceed him.
“Male, definitely.” Sam said, though his voice caught just a little as he eyed the line of cages. Those nearest him held two or three…though what species they were wasn’t immediately clear.
Gorlian nodded and led him down a long aisle lined with cages. The slaves inside them were all naked, all fell to their knees as they walked past. Sam’s stomach churned. He almost hoped he was wrong and that he wouldn’t find Dean here. Gorlian turned a corner. There was a couple looking over a female human, discussing her qualities with another man like Gorlian. “This is their third. The last two…well, Mr. Harris is hard on his slaves.”
Sam shivered and hoped his host didn’t notice. He didn’t want to think about that. Right now he wanted to find Dean and get them both to safety. They could worry about shutting Gorlian down after that.
“Ah, here we are.” Gorlian stopped them beside a series of smaller cages. “We like to keep the new ones a little more confined, helps reinforce the training.”
Sam didn’t want to look, didn’t want to see his brother like that. But he had to maintain his cover, or they would both be dead…or worse. He stepped up to the door of the first cage. The slave inside was on his knees, head bowed, his hands behind his back. “This one is a natural submissive, trained in less than three months. His mouth is, I am happy to tell you, heavenly.”
“I want to see his face.”
“Look up boy.”
Painfully pretty, Sam could see that as he looked up, piercing blue eyes and lips that looked like they were made for pouting. But it wasn’t Dean. Sam shook his head. “Show me the next.”
“Yes, yes…over here.” Gorlian turned Sam to a cage behind them. A young black man knelt inside the cage. “This one was caught stealing the wrong car. Took us almost 8 months to break him, but now…he’s a talented young slave. Cooks too.”
“No.” Sam was beginning to worry. If Dean wasn’t here…Sam had no where else to look.
“Okay…I saved this one for last. He was difficult. He’s pretty, but he’s obviously seen some hard times in his life. I say the scars give him character.”
Sam stopped breathing. Even with the head bowed, he knew.
“He was a hunter, I’m told. Killed demons and such. Took a while to break him, I’m told…but the training went well, once we did.” Gorlian was watching him and Sam tried to marshal his expression.
“Show me.”
“Look up, boy.”
The head came up slowly, his eyes rising only to about Sam’s chest. Sam’s whole body constricted. Dean. If he recognized his brother, Dean gave no indication.
“Breathtaking, isn’t he? And those lips? Let me tell you…made to give a man pleasure.
Sam wanted to hit him, kill him, grab his brother and run…but they wouldn’t make it very far. “Let me see all of him.” Sam said softly, and Gorlian nodded, opening the cage…the unlocked cage. Sam stared for a moment, uncomprehending that Dean would kneel there, in an unlocked cage and wait for someone to come along and buy him like some cow.
Gorlian clipped a leash onto the collar around Dean’s neck and tugged. Dean bowed his head again and moved out of the cage. “Stand.”
Sam wanted to look away as his brother rose to standing, naked and vulnerable before him. He knew he was very close to losing everything. He had to pull it together. “Yes. Yes…this is exactly what I am looking for, Mr. Gorlian.” Sam stepped closer, looking down at Dean, making show of examining him.
Gorlian was beaming. “Most excellent, sir, most excellent.”
Sam breathed out, against Dean’s skin. His body trembled. Now was not the time for the desire starting to creep into him. Not like this. Not like this. “How much?”
He wouldn’t look at Dean as Gorlian consulted some paperwork. “Yes,…his costs are a little higher…due to the cost of acquisition. $85,000.”
“Done.” Sam flicked his eyes up to meet Gorlian’s. “I want him dressed.”
“Let’s go back to my office and handle the money. I’ll have one of the handlers bring him up when he’s ready.
Sam didn’t want to let him out of his sight, but knew it would be suspicious to insist, so he nodded. Ten minutes later, he was shaking Gorlian’s hand and being handed the end of Dean’s leash.
Dean’s eyes never lifted off the floor as they moved to the elevator and through the warehouse and out into the late afternoon sun. The limo was waiting and Sam wasted no time getting in. As soon as the door was closed behind Dean, Sam pressed the intercom button. “Drive.”
He didn’t breathe until there were a number of miles between them and the slave market and when he did it took everything he had not to cry in relief. “Dean, man…I thought…” He looked up at Dean, at the vacant expression and shook his head. He moved to sit across from his brother, putting a hand on his knee. Dean didn’t move, didn’t flinch.
“Dean?”
Dressed in plain white pants and t-shirt, still barefoot and collared, Dean sat with his knees together, his hands in his lap, his eyes trained on his knees. “Look at me.” Sam said softly, making it a command.
Those green eyes lifted, only as far as Sam’s mouth. Sam’s hand went to caress his cheek instinctively. “Dean.” He couldn’t keep the hurt out of his voice, the pain of seeing his big brother reduced to this. “Dean, please tell me you know who I am. Please tell me you’re in there somewhere.
Dean licked his lips and turned slightly away from the caress of Sam’s hand. “You are my owner,” he said softly…no accusation, no hesitation. It was a kick in Sam’s gut.
“God, Dean.”
Sam exhaled slowly and remembered the driver, the appearances he had to maintain. He opened the window. “The hotel.”
Sam watched Dean the rest of the way to the hotel…not some flea-bitten motel like they normally stayed in. Sam had spent considerable time and money to create the illusion of being a heavily moneyed player, and the right home base was important. He had no illusions that the service that had arranged this driver for this exchange was still watching. They had to get into the room, get changed and high tail it the hell out of town.
Everything would be fine once they were gone. Everything would be fine.
As they pulled up to the hotel, Sam snapped the leash off. “Follow me, and keep quiet. I’ll explain everything.”
Except how do you explain buying your brother from a slave trader who peddled hunters and demons as sex slaves and assassins? Sam didn’t look around as he led them into the hotel, to the private elevator that went up to the suites that cost more than he had ever spent on rent in a year.
They were met by a servant who dipped in a semi-formal curtsey as Sam handed her his key card. “Your dinner is on the table, Mr. Silvers and the chambers for your guest prepared. Will you require anything else?”
Sam smiled for her. “Not tonight, Shelly, thank you. Please see that my…guest and I are not disturbed.”
“Very good sir.”
When the door was closed Sam ran a hand over his face and sighed explosively. “I need to call Dad.” He moved further into the room, shedding his suit coat and dropping it on the couch before loosening his tie, which he dropped beside it. He toed off his shoes as he reached in his pocket for his cell. “Hey, Dad…it’s Sam. I found him.” Sam moved on into the bedroom, unbuttoning his pants and dropping them before reaching for the jeans he’d left on the bed before he left. “No…he’s…I’ve got him. He’s…not himself. I don’t know. No. We can’t stay here long, so we’ll be moving out just as soon as I can get us together.”
He turned to see Dean picking up his pants, folding them. “Dean…stop. It’s okay.” Sam sighed when Dean did just stop, holding the folded pants in his hands. “Look, Dad. I just wanted you to know. I’ll call you when we’re…someplace more safe.”
“Dean, put the pants on the bed.” Dean followed the command and then stood, waiting. “I…don’t know what to do here, Dean.”
“Am I displeasing?” Dean asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
“God…no…” Sam groaned and crossed to his side, wrapping his arms around Dean. “No…Dean…I’m so…relieved…I’ve been looking for you…I’m so sorry. This is my fault…If I’d been there…if I…”
Sam released him and dropped onto the bed, the jeans hanging forgotten in his hands. “I can’t imagine what you’ve been through…the thought of it makes me sick…” He blinked past the tears.
“You are unhappy.” Dean knelt beside him.
“No…no…I’m very happy.” Sam found himself petting Dean’s head, through hair longer than it generally was. “I found you…and you’re with me, that makes me happy.”
“Than I am happy as well.” Dean laid his head on Sam’s thigh and Sam shuddered.
Fuck. That shouldn’t be as arousing as it was. He shouldn’t want Dean like this. It had been years since they’d…since Sam left and ended the messed up thing between them…and Dean had always been the one in charge then. He was staring at Dean’s lips, but if Dean was self conscious of it, he didn’t show it.
Sam was afraid to move, afraid the somehow Dean would be aware of his arousal and hate him. He rubbed his hand through his brother’s hair and closed his eyes, trying to tell himself that now that he had Dean it would be okay.
He was so caught up in his self-convincing that at first he didn’t notice Dean’s hand on his thigh, caressing up…didn’t recognize the turning of his head…not until he felt the touch of his lips against his thigh, where his boxers ended. “Dean…please…”
His hand already had Sam’s hard cock out of his boxers and his eyes registered confusion as he looked up, seeking permission. “Do you not want this?”
Sam’s eyes rolled closed. “God…I do…but Dean…” All thought left his head though when Dean’s mouth closed over his cock, heat flushing through him as those lips wrapped around him and sucked.
“Fuck.” Sam huffed and tried to find the strength to stop him, but damn! Dean had always been good at this…but somehow…this was hotter…deeper…Dean’s tongue knew just where to slide and how much pressure…his throat opened and he slid down Sam’s cock, swallowing as the tip struck the back of his throat and just like that Sam was coming, hard.
Dean pulled back just far enough to catch it all in his mouth and swallow, licking Sam clean and sitting back on his knees. Sam shook as he tried to catch his breath and sat up. He was crying now. Crying and shaking and he didn’t begin to know what to do.
“We…we need to change…and get moving. Do you understand, Dean?” Sam reached for the jeans and stuck his feet into them. “There are clothes for you in that bag, on the chair. Put them on.”
He hated that he sounded like that…that he was reduced to treating Dean like he actually was a slave. But he had to get them out of there and on the road before the “money” he’d paid for his brother returned to it’s natural state. Somehow he didn’t think Gorlian was going to let them waltz away when his $85,000 turned out to be a bunch of newsprint under a glamour.
He gathered the few things in the suite that were actually his, and packed up the food on the table. No sense letting it go to waste. When he was done, he turned to find Dean dressed in clothes nearly a size too big for him, his feet still bare. It would have to do. “Okay, here’s the thing, Dean. We’re sneaking out of here, so I need you to stick close and follow me quietly, okay? We’ll find us someplace to stay tonight…someplace not here…where Gorlian and his friends can’t find us.”
Shelly wasn’t at her post outside the elevators, which meant she was off tending to one of the other high rollers on the floor. Sam took Dean’s hand, half to guide him, half for comfort and drew him along to the elevator. They rode it down two floors, then got off and made for the stairs. Down fifteen flights…and out into the early hours of the night.
“Okay, tell me you remember the car, at least.” Sam said as he opened the passenger side door of the Impala. He sighed when no recognition showed in Dean’s face. “Just get in.”
The ride was silent, Sam brooding over the Dean…Dean silently sitting beside him, unmoving.
Close to midnight, Sam pulled them over, into a motel. “Wait here, I’ll get us a room.” Of course, Dean didn’t move. Sam almost wished he would. Some spark of the Dean he knew, some sign he was still there. Okay, one thing at a time. He got them into the room, settled, salted the doors and windows, signed a sigil into the door. It wouldn’t keep Gorlian from getting in, but it would make it more difficult. “I’m going to shower. Make yourself comfortable.”
He closed the bathroom door behind him, closed it and relished the absence of his brother…or rather, the shell of his brother. Because that wasn’t Dean. That…that was…a slave, something programmed to do only what it was told, to obey…of course, to some degree Dean had always been that.
Sam stopped at that thought. His father demanded little else. Obedience, blind and unquestioning. It was easy enough to blame him for this already. Dean had vanished because he wasn’t watching…because he was too obsessed with his own personal demon…and Dean had been broken, raped, beaten and ultimately programmed to be an obedient fucking toy for anyone able to pay the price to own him.
Which Sam had done. In a manner of speaking. Sam stepped in under the less then spectacular stream of water, trying to wash away the feeling of filth that had taken him when he’d come with Dean on his knees. It wasn’t that they’d never done that…or that old familiar guilt that came with the wrong of wanting that with his brother.
It was the way Dean looked at him, as if this was all he was meant to be…all he knew how to be. It was the fact that Dean didn’t even know him, that Dean had knelt there in that cage and never tried to escape…and Sam didn’t even begin to understand that.
Finally, when the water began to run tepid and he couldn’t take the guilt any more, Sam stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around himself and opening the bathroom door. He stopped three steps out.
Dean knelt on the nearest bed, naked.
“Dean?”
His head was bowed, his eyes closed. He didn’t move. “I prepared myself for you.”
Sam closed his eyes and shook his head. “Dean, you…” He stepped closer. Dean was visibly shaking. “You don’t need to do…”
He didn’t look up, only bent forward in offering. “I need to please my master.”
In the dim light of the motel room, Sam could see that Dean had prepped himself, his ass was slightly opened and glistened with lube. “My god, Dean.”
He let one hand slide down Dean’s back, stopping well before that opening. “You are…beautiful.”
Sam licked his lips. He hadn’t meant to say that…no matter how true it was. Here Dean was offering himself up like some whore and it was so beautiful that Sam ached. Sam moved around to sit in front of Dean, pushing up so that he was able to see his face. “You please me, just being here with me Dean. You don’t need to do anything to make me happy.”
There was distress in the green eyes and those perfect lips were slightly swollen as though he’d been biting at them. Sam kissed him…and those lips just opened, accepting. “Dean. Please.” Sam’s hands cupped Dean’s face, then slid down, closing on the collar. Maybe if he took it off Dean could…maybe…He shook his head.
“Here, let’s get this thing off.” Dean bowed his head forward as Sam worked the buckle, and he whimpered as it came loose and fell away. “Dean?”
Sam rubbed the chaffed place on the back of his neck lightly, then tilted his head upward with a finger under Dean’s chin. “Dean?”
There was something going on in Dean’s head, he could see it in his eyes. Dean licked his lips, blinked and dropped his gaze. One hand touched the collar in Sam’s hand, then Sam’s hand. He turned it over, running a finger over Sam’s, up to the wrist and the scar there from a few years back.
“Sam?” It was scarcely more than a whisper, less than an admission…a breath and a shudder.
“Dean?” Sam tried to get him to look at him, but Dean was shaking even more now, his body rigid. Sam shifted so that he could put an arm around him, trying to will warmth into him. “It’s okay, Dean. I’m hear now…you’re safe…”
Slowly, he cajoled Dean down onto his side, with soft touches and murmured words of reassurance. At some point the shaking stopped. Sam managed to move so that he was behind Dean, curled around him, the collar dropped and forgotten on the floor. He let sleep coax him out of the horror of the day, whispering his brother’s name in his ear.
Sam woke with a start, like he was forgetting something…something important. He was alone in the bed. He sat up, looking around him frantically for Dean. He found him in the darkest corner of the room, huddling against the wall, the collar in his hands.
“Dean?” Sam got up, painfully aware of his morning erection, and crossed the room to squat beside him. “Are you okay?”
Dean shook his head.
“What’s wrong?”
He held the collar between them. “You don’t want me.”
“No…no Dean…I do want you…I went through hell to find you.”
Dean’s eyes met his, and for the first time Sam thought he saw a remnant of his brother in them. “You took it off.”
Sam’s eyes caught on the collar, then went back to his. “Yes, I took it off Dean. You…don’t…I want you…but not like that.”
He looked confused. “Sam?”
Sam nodded, his hand closing over Dean’s. “Yes, Dean. It’s Sam.” He kissed him then, fervently. “God I’ve missed you Dean.”
Dean shook his head. “Hard to remember.”
“It’s okay…you’re going to be okay…I promise. I’m not ever leaving you again.”
“You bought me.”
Sam closed his eyes and nodded. “Yes, I did.”
“And you want me…but you took the collar off…”
“I want you Dean, not a collar.” He kissed Dean then, to stop the words, to stop the surge of emotion. One hand slid behind Dean’s neck, pulling him closer, out of the corner. It seemed like a small eternity, then Dean was kissing him back, his tongue tentatively touching Sam’s lips, his hands rising up to touch Sam’s arms. Sam flushed with relief as he pulled back and looked into the face of his brother.
“I like the collar.” Dean said, and his words stopped Sam dead. His eyes met Sam’s, stormy green and there was real recognition there. “Please let me wear it for you. Let me please you.”
Sam pulled away, moving to sit on the bed. Dean moved to his knees. “I’m not using you Dean. You don’t even know what you’re saying, you don’t even know who you are.
Dean’s head bowed. “I do. I want…” His eyes closed and when they opened there was still more Dean in them than before. “I want this…with you. I pretended it was you…I survived because of you. Every time they used me…every time I obeyed…it was for you…Sam…”
Sam groaned as Dean’s words cut into him, aroused him and repulsed him all at the same time. “I knew you would find me. I waited for you.”
“Dean…god…stop…please. I can’t…I don’t know how to… be that man.”
“You don’t have to be, Sam. Just let me…Just…please Sam… I need you…want to feel you inside me…it’s been so long.” Dean had moved out of his corner and was kneeling beside him, his hands on Sam’s knees. “Please, Sam…want to be…for you…only you…want you to touch me…own me…Sammy…”
His words made every thing Sam knew fade away, as his blood pooled heavily in his already hard and leaking dick. “Dean…god…Dean…” He was kissing Sam’s thighs now and Sam’s legs parted of their own accord, giving him more room. Dean got as far as Sam’s cock and looked up, standing slowly, bringing Sam with him.
Once Sam was on his feet, Dean climbed onto the bed, kneeling, arranging himself with his ass up in offering. Sam hesitated, then felt Dean’s hand guiding him and it was almost as if he couldn’t help himself.
They groaned almost in unison as his cock breached the outer ring and Sam froze…but Dean just pushed back until Sam was fully inside him. “Please…Sammy…want it…please…”
Dean begging was more than Sam could handle, and he nodded even through the tears. “Yeah…baby…it’s okay…I’m here.” He knew he was going to come fast…and maybe it was better that way. He moved his hips and Dean bucked under him. “Fuck…Dean…”
He collapsed forward as he came, riding Dean down to the mattress before rolling to the side and pulling Dean with him…his softening cock still buried in his brother. “I’ve missed you so much.” He kissed the back of Dean’s neck. “I’m never letting you go again, Dean. Never.”
“Sammy…”
“Shhh…sleep Dean. I’ll be right here.” And if Sam thought Mine and forever as he drifted to sleep, it couldn’t be helped…anything to make his brother safe, anything to let him know he was loved and wanted…anything for his brother…
Title: Anything
Characters/Pairings: Sam/Dean
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 4559
Summary: Sam finds Dean, and buys him back from a man who specializes in selling slaves. For nanakomatsu who asked for: Supernatural, Sam/Dean, with bottom!Dean and BDSM; NC-17; angst, but with an happy ending and the boys together please ;) For the prompt, I don't know, bruise or promise. If I can say more, I have a kink for slave!Dean (like real slave in an AU) or rentboy!Dean.
A/Ns and Warnings: Um…nothing overly graphic here, but the implication of torture and rape, conditioning. I hope this tickles you, my dear…and Happy Holidays. I actually don't think this one is done...but if I kept writing until it was, I could be another week in the doing...so maybe a second part will come later.
It had been nearly a year since Dean had disappeared. Six months since their father had finally called Sam to tell him. And now, Sam was finally close to finding him.
Finally. He didn’t want to think about where he was, except that he had to maintain his cover…and to do that he had to be painfully aware. He hadn’t seen his father since that night when they’d met and John had told him what had happened.
Dean was gone. Their father couldn’t find him. Sam had been furious that it had taken him so long to call, that Dean could be gone for so long and the old man didn’t feel it important enough to tell him.
The trail had been cold. Sam had to pull in a lot of favors and make a lot of unsavory deals to get this far…and it had taken him weeks to pull together the money he would need and establish a convincing cover. Now, as the limo pulled up to an unassuming warehouse, his heart fluttered. He wasn’t sure he could pull the whole thing off.
He thumbed open the window to the driver. “I don’t know how long I’ll be, but be ready to roll when I come out that door.”
The driver nodded understanding and Sam closed the window, then opened his door. He felt like he was out of his league, even in the power suit and $300 shoes. He used the cane to leverage himself out of the car, trusting the blade he knew was secreted inside. He couldn’t carry a gun, not into a place like this, and considering the clientele and merchandise, it likely wouldn’t do him a lot of good anyway. He shifted his grip on the briefcase and exhaled slowly before heading to the door.
At the door, a large man eyed him up and down. “Good evening. I’m here to see Mr. Gorlian.”
“Name?”
“Mr. Samuel Silvers.”
The man grunted, and placed a call on a cell phone that seemed entirely too small in his meaty hands. “Mr. Gorlian is on his way up.”
Sam only had to wait for a minute, and the door was opening, a tall, thin man smiling like a used car salesman and holding out his hand to Sam. “Mr. Silvers…a pleasure to make your acquaintance. Ms. Blackwater recommended you most highly.”
Sam smiled and shook his hand. “She may have over exaggerated a little. I’m glad, however, that you are willing to show me your wares. I’ve been in the market for a while and not finding what I’m looking for.”
Gorlian held the door for him and ushered Sam into a warehouse lined with crates and pallets filled with boxes. “I’m sure we can help you find the perfect specimen. We’ll start with showing you what we have here, and if we don’t have it, you can provide me with specifications, and I will find one for you…no extra charge.”
Sam’s blood ran cold, but he smiled and followed as he was through the warehouse to a freight elevator. “Of course, we’ll have to pass through security…and check your financing…but I’m positive we can do business, Mr. Silvers.”
As they stepped off the elevator, they were greeted by four big guys. Two of them frisked Sam, then passed him through a metal detector. The cane was swept by an x-ray, but the extra money he’d paid was worth it. The x-ray showed nothing more than your average cane, such as any gentleman with a slight limp might carry. The briefcase, likewise, showed only money.
That done Gorlian escorted him into an office. “Ms. Blackwater said the average price was $50,000. Seeing as I am looking for something…extra-ordinary, I brought twice that.” Sam set the briefcase down and turned it for Gorlian’s examination.
The grin that spread over his face was predatory and he rubbed his hands together before closing the briefcase and handing it back to Sam. “Yes, yes. Very good. Perhaps if you give me some idea what your…preferences are for…I can arrange for you to see our best.”
Sam took a deep breath. His stomach twisted in knots. “Human. I don’t want any of those half-breeds or anything. Fully human. Strong, pretty.” He hoped his anguish didn’t show on his face. “I’m told you only sell them fully broken.”
Gorlian nodded. “Indeed. We find our clients are generally happier with one who has been broken and trained.”
“Pity, I rather enjoy doing that myself.” Sam swallowed and tried not to think about it…about what he would find when Gorlian finally took him out there…where humans and demons and all manner of creatures in between were sold as slaves to the rich and powerful.
“Perhaps then we should start with those most recently released for sale…still a little green, as it were. I have three that might suit you. All beautiful, all strong…did you have a gender preference?” Gorlian stood and pushed a button under his desk. The wall behind him slid open and he gestured for Sam to proceed him.
“Male, definitely.” Sam said, though his voice caught just a little as he eyed the line of cages. Those nearest him held two or three…though what species they were wasn’t immediately clear.
Gorlian nodded and led him down a long aisle lined with cages. The slaves inside them were all naked, all fell to their knees as they walked past. Sam’s stomach churned. He almost hoped he was wrong and that he wouldn’t find Dean here. Gorlian turned a corner. There was a couple looking over a female human, discussing her qualities with another man like Gorlian. “This is their third. The last two…well, Mr. Harris is hard on his slaves.”
Sam shivered and hoped his host didn’t notice. He didn’t want to think about that. Right now he wanted to find Dean and get them both to safety. They could worry about shutting Gorlian down after that.
“Ah, here we are.” Gorlian stopped them beside a series of smaller cages. “We like to keep the new ones a little more confined, helps reinforce the training.”
Sam didn’t want to look, didn’t want to see his brother like that. But he had to maintain his cover, or they would both be dead…or worse. He stepped up to the door of the first cage. The slave inside was on his knees, head bowed, his hands behind his back. “This one is a natural submissive, trained in less than three months. His mouth is, I am happy to tell you, heavenly.”
“I want to see his face.”
“Look up boy.”
Painfully pretty, Sam could see that as he looked up, piercing blue eyes and lips that looked like they were made for pouting. But it wasn’t Dean. Sam shook his head. “Show me the next.”
“Yes, yes…over here.” Gorlian turned Sam to a cage behind them. A young black man knelt inside the cage. “This one was caught stealing the wrong car. Took us almost 8 months to break him, but now…he’s a talented young slave. Cooks too.”
“No.” Sam was beginning to worry. If Dean wasn’t here…Sam had no where else to look.
“Okay…I saved this one for last. He was difficult. He’s pretty, but he’s obviously seen some hard times in his life. I say the scars give him character.”
Sam stopped breathing. Even with the head bowed, he knew.
“He was a hunter, I’m told. Killed demons and such. Took a while to break him, I’m told…but the training went well, once we did.” Gorlian was watching him and Sam tried to marshal his expression.
“Show me.”
“Look up, boy.”
The head came up slowly, his eyes rising only to about Sam’s chest. Sam’s whole body constricted. Dean. If he recognized his brother, Dean gave no indication.
“Breathtaking, isn’t he? And those lips? Let me tell you…made to give a man pleasure.
Sam wanted to hit him, kill him, grab his brother and run…but they wouldn’t make it very far. “Let me see all of him.” Sam said softly, and Gorlian nodded, opening the cage…the unlocked cage. Sam stared for a moment, uncomprehending that Dean would kneel there, in an unlocked cage and wait for someone to come along and buy him like some cow.
Gorlian clipped a leash onto the collar around Dean’s neck and tugged. Dean bowed his head again and moved out of the cage. “Stand.”
Sam wanted to look away as his brother rose to standing, naked and vulnerable before him. He knew he was very close to losing everything. He had to pull it together. “Yes. Yes…this is exactly what I am looking for, Mr. Gorlian.” Sam stepped closer, looking down at Dean, making show of examining him.
Gorlian was beaming. “Most excellent, sir, most excellent.”
Sam breathed out, against Dean’s skin. His body trembled. Now was not the time for the desire starting to creep into him. Not like this. Not like this. “How much?”
He wouldn’t look at Dean as Gorlian consulted some paperwork. “Yes,…his costs are a little higher…due to the cost of acquisition. $85,000.”
“Done.” Sam flicked his eyes up to meet Gorlian’s. “I want him dressed.”
“Let’s go back to my office and handle the money. I’ll have one of the handlers bring him up when he’s ready.
Sam didn’t want to let him out of his sight, but knew it would be suspicious to insist, so he nodded. Ten minutes later, he was shaking Gorlian’s hand and being handed the end of Dean’s leash.
Dean’s eyes never lifted off the floor as they moved to the elevator and through the warehouse and out into the late afternoon sun. The limo was waiting and Sam wasted no time getting in. As soon as the door was closed behind Dean, Sam pressed the intercom button. “Drive.”
He didn’t breathe until there were a number of miles between them and the slave market and when he did it took everything he had not to cry in relief. “Dean, man…I thought…” He looked up at Dean, at the vacant expression and shook his head. He moved to sit across from his brother, putting a hand on his knee. Dean didn’t move, didn’t flinch.
“Dean?”
Dressed in plain white pants and t-shirt, still barefoot and collared, Dean sat with his knees together, his hands in his lap, his eyes trained on his knees. “Look at me.” Sam said softly, making it a command.
Those green eyes lifted, only as far as Sam’s mouth. Sam’s hand went to caress his cheek instinctively. “Dean.” He couldn’t keep the hurt out of his voice, the pain of seeing his big brother reduced to this. “Dean, please tell me you know who I am. Please tell me you’re in there somewhere.
Dean licked his lips and turned slightly away from the caress of Sam’s hand. “You are my owner,” he said softly…no accusation, no hesitation. It was a kick in Sam’s gut.
“God, Dean.”
Sam exhaled slowly and remembered the driver, the appearances he had to maintain. He opened the window. “The hotel.”
Sam watched Dean the rest of the way to the hotel…not some flea-bitten motel like they normally stayed in. Sam had spent considerable time and money to create the illusion of being a heavily moneyed player, and the right home base was important. He had no illusions that the service that had arranged this driver for this exchange was still watching. They had to get into the room, get changed and high tail it the hell out of town.
Everything would be fine once they were gone. Everything would be fine.
As they pulled up to the hotel, Sam snapped the leash off. “Follow me, and keep quiet. I’ll explain everything.”
Except how do you explain buying your brother from a slave trader who peddled hunters and demons as sex slaves and assassins? Sam didn’t look around as he led them into the hotel, to the private elevator that went up to the suites that cost more than he had ever spent on rent in a year.
They were met by a servant who dipped in a semi-formal curtsey as Sam handed her his key card. “Your dinner is on the table, Mr. Silvers and the chambers for your guest prepared. Will you require anything else?”
Sam smiled for her. “Not tonight, Shelly, thank you. Please see that my…guest and I are not disturbed.”
“Very good sir.”
When the door was closed Sam ran a hand over his face and sighed explosively. “I need to call Dad.” He moved further into the room, shedding his suit coat and dropping it on the couch before loosening his tie, which he dropped beside it. He toed off his shoes as he reached in his pocket for his cell. “Hey, Dad…it’s Sam. I found him.” Sam moved on into the bedroom, unbuttoning his pants and dropping them before reaching for the jeans he’d left on the bed before he left. “No…he’s…I’ve got him. He’s…not himself. I don’t know. No. We can’t stay here long, so we’ll be moving out just as soon as I can get us together.”
He turned to see Dean picking up his pants, folding them. “Dean…stop. It’s okay.” Sam sighed when Dean did just stop, holding the folded pants in his hands. “Look, Dad. I just wanted you to know. I’ll call you when we’re…someplace more safe.”
“Dean, put the pants on the bed.” Dean followed the command and then stood, waiting. “I…don’t know what to do here, Dean.”
“Am I displeasing?” Dean asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
“God…no…” Sam groaned and crossed to his side, wrapping his arms around Dean. “No…Dean…I’m so…relieved…I’ve been looking for you…I’m so sorry. This is my fault…If I’d been there…if I…”
Sam released him and dropped onto the bed, the jeans hanging forgotten in his hands. “I can’t imagine what you’ve been through…the thought of it makes me sick…” He blinked past the tears.
“You are unhappy.” Dean knelt beside him.
“No…no…I’m very happy.” Sam found himself petting Dean’s head, through hair longer than it generally was. “I found you…and you’re with me, that makes me happy.”
“Than I am happy as well.” Dean laid his head on Sam’s thigh and Sam shuddered.
Fuck. That shouldn’t be as arousing as it was. He shouldn’t want Dean like this. It had been years since they’d…since Sam left and ended the messed up thing between them…and Dean had always been the one in charge then. He was staring at Dean’s lips, but if Dean was self conscious of it, he didn’t show it.
Sam was afraid to move, afraid the somehow Dean would be aware of his arousal and hate him. He rubbed his hand through his brother’s hair and closed his eyes, trying to tell himself that now that he had Dean it would be okay.
He was so caught up in his self-convincing that at first he didn’t notice Dean’s hand on his thigh, caressing up…didn’t recognize the turning of his head…not until he felt the touch of his lips against his thigh, where his boxers ended. “Dean…please…”
His hand already had Sam’s hard cock out of his boxers and his eyes registered confusion as he looked up, seeking permission. “Do you not want this?”
Sam’s eyes rolled closed. “God…I do…but Dean…” All thought left his head though when Dean’s mouth closed over his cock, heat flushing through him as those lips wrapped around him and sucked.
“Fuck.” Sam huffed and tried to find the strength to stop him, but damn! Dean had always been good at this…but somehow…this was hotter…deeper…Dean’s tongue knew just where to slide and how much pressure…his throat opened and he slid down Sam’s cock, swallowing as the tip struck the back of his throat and just like that Sam was coming, hard.
Dean pulled back just far enough to catch it all in his mouth and swallow, licking Sam clean and sitting back on his knees. Sam shook as he tried to catch his breath and sat up. He was crying now. Crying and shaking and he didn’t begin to know what to do.
“We…we need to change…and get moving. Do you understand, Dean?” Sam reached for the jeans and stuck his feet into them. “There are clothes for you in that bag, on the chair. Put them on.”
He hated that he sounded like that…that he was reduced to treating Dean like he actually was a slave. But he had to get them out of there and on the road before the “money” he’d paid for his brother returned to it’s natural state. Somehow he didn’t think Gorlian was going to let them waltz away when his $85,000 turned out to be a bunch of newsprint under a glamour.
He gathered the few things in the suite that were actually his, and packed up the food on the table. No sense letting it go to waste. When he was done, he turned to find Dean dressed in clothes nearly a size too big for him, his feet still bare. It would have to do. “Okay, here’s the thing, Dean. We’re sneaking out of here, so I need you to stick close and follow me quietly, okay? We’ll find us someplace to stay tonight…someplace not here…where Gorlian and his friends can’t find us.”
Shelly wasn’t at her post outside the elevators, which meant she was off tending to one of the other high rollers on the floor. Sam took Dean’s hand, half to guide him, half for comfort and drew him along to the elevator. They rode it down two floors, then got off and made for the stairs. Down fifteen flights…and out into the early hours of the night.
“Okay, tell me you remember the car, at least.” Sam said as he opened the passenger side door of the Impala. He sighed when no recognition showed in Dean’s face. “Just get in.”
The ride was silent, Sam brooding over the Dean…Dean silently sitting beside him, unmoving.
Close to midnight, Sam pulled them over, into a motel. “Wait here, I’ll get us a room.” Of course, Dean didn’t move. Sam almost wished he would. Some spark of the Dean he knew, some sign he was still there. Okay, one thing at a time. He got them into the room, settled, salted the doors and windows, signed a sigil into the door. It wouldn’t keep Gorlian from getting in, but it would make it more difficult. “I’m going to shower. Make yourself comfortable.”
He closed the bathroom door behind him, closed it and relished the absence of his brother…or rather, the shell of his brother. Because that wasn’t Dean. That…that was…a slave, something programmed to do only what it was told, to obey…of course, to some degree Dean had always been that.
Sam stopped at that thought. His father demanded little else. Obedience, blind and unquestioning. It was easy enough to blame him for this already. Dean had vanished because he wasn’t watching…because he was too obsessed with his own personal demon…and Dean had been broken, raped, beaten and ultimately programmed to be an obedient fucking toy for anyone able to pay the price to own him.
Which Sam had done. In a manner of speaking. Sam stepped in under the less then spectacular stream of water, trying to wash away the feeling of filth that had taken him when he’d come with Dean on his knees. It wasn’t that they’d never done that…or that old familiar guilt that came with the wrong of wanting that with his brother.
It was the way Dean looked at him, as if this was all he was meant to be…all he knew how to be. It was the fact that Dean didn’t even know him, that Dean had knelt there in that cage and never tried to escape…and Sam didn’t even begin to understand that.
Finally, when the water began to run tepid and he couldn’t take the guilt any more, Sam stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around himself and opening the bathroom door. He stopped three steps out.
Dean knelt on the nearest bed, naked.
“Dean?”
His head was bowed, his eyes closed. He didn’t move. “I prepared myself for you.”
Sam closed his eyes and shook his head. “Dean, you…” He stepped closer. Dean was visibly shaking. “You don’t need to do…”
He didn’t look up, only bent forward in offering. “I need to please my master.”
In the dim light of the motel room, Sam could see that Dean had prepped himself, his ass was slightly opened and glistened with lube. “My god, Dean.”
He let one hand slide down Dean’s back, stopping well before that opening. “You are…beautiful.”
Sam licked his lips. He hadn’t meant to say that…no matter how true it was. Here Dean was offering himself up like some whore and it was so beautiful that Sam ached. Sam moved around to sit in front of Dean, pushing up so that he was able to see his face. “You please me, just being here with me Dean. You don’t need to do anything to make me happy.”
There was distress in the green eyes and those perfect lips were slightly swollen as though he’d been biting at them. Sam kissed him…and those lips just opened, accepting. “Dean. Please.” Sam’s hands cupped Dean’s face, then slid down, closing on the collar. Maybe if he took it off Dean could…maybe…He shook his head.
“Here, let’s get this thing off.” Dean bowed his head forward as Sam worked the buckle, and he whimpered as it came loose and fell away. “Dean?”
Sam rubbed the chaffed place on the back of his neck lightly, then tilted his head upward with a finger under Dean’s chin. “Dean?”
There was something going on in Dean’s head, he could see it in his eyes. Dean licked his lips, blinked and dropped his gaze. One hand touched the collar in Sam’s hand, then Sam’s hand. He turned it over, running a finger over Sam’s, up to the wrist and the scar there from a few years back.
“Sam?” It was scarcely more than a whisper, less than an admission…a breath and a shudder.
“Dean?” Sam tried to get him to look at him, but Dean was shaking even more now, his body rigid. Sam shifted so that he could put an arm around him, trying to will warmth into him. “It’s okay, Dean. I’m hear now…you’re safe…”
Slowly, he cajoled Dean down onto his side, with soft touches and murmured words of reassurance. At some point the shaking stopped. Sam managed to move so that he was behind Dean, curled around him, the collar dropped and forgotten on the floor. He let sleep coax him out of the horror of the day, whispering his brother’s name in his ear.
Sam woke with a start, like he was forgetting something…something important. He was alone in the bed. He sat up, looking around him frantically for Dean. He found him in the darkest corner of the room, huddling against the wall, the collar in his hands.
“Dean?” Sam got up, painfully aware of his morning erection, and crossed the room to squat beside him. “Are you okay?”
Dean shook his head.
“What’s wrong?”
He held the collar between them. “You don’t want me.”
“No…no Dean…I do want you…I went through hell to find you.”
Dean’s eyes met his, and for the first time Sam thought he saw a remnant of his brother in them. “You took it off.”
Sam’s eyes caught on the collar, then went back to his. “Yes, I took it off Dean. You…don’t…I want you…but not like that.”
He looked confused. “Sam?”
Sam nodded, his hand closing over Dean’s. “Yes, Dean. It’s Sam.” He kissed him then, fervently. “God I’ve missed you Dean.”
Dean shook his head. “Hard to remember.”
“It’s okay…you’re going to be okay…I promise. I’m not ever leaving you again.”
“You bought me.”
Sam closed his eyes and nodded. “Yes, I did.”
“And you want me…but you took the collar off…”
“I want you Dean, not a collar.” He kissed Dean then, to stop the words, to stop the surge of emotion. One hand slid behind Dean’s neck, pulling him closer, out of the corner. It seemed like a small eternity, then Dean was kissing him back, his tongue tentatively touching Sam’s lips, his hands rising up to touch Sam’s arms. Sam flushed with relief as he pulled back and looked into the face of his brother.
“I like the collar.” Dean said, and his words stopped Sam dead. His eyes met Sam’s, stormy green and there was real recognition there. “Please let me wear it for you. Let me please you.”
Sam pulled away, moving to sit on the bed. Dean moved to his knees. “I’m not using you Dean. You don’t even know what you’re saying, you don’t even know who you are.
Dean’s head bowed. “I do. I want…” His eyes closed and when they opened there was still more Dean in them than before. “I want this…with you. I pretended it was you…I survived because of you. Every time they used me…every time I obeyed…it was for you…Sam…”
Sam groaned as Dean’s words cut into him, aroused him and repulsed him all at the same time. “I knew you would find me. I waited for you.”
“Dean…god…stop…please. I can’t…I don’t know how to… be that man.”
“You don’t have to be, Sam. Just let me…Just…please Sam… I need you…want to feel you inside me…it’s been so long.” Dean had moved out of his corner and was kneeling beside him, his hands on Sam’s knees. “Please, Sam…want to be…for you…only you…want you to touch me…own me…Sammy…”
His words made every thing Sam knew fade away, as his blood pooled heavily in his already hard and leaking dick. “Dean…god…Dean…” He was kissing Sam’s thighs now and Sam’s legs parted of their own accord, giving him more room. Dean got as far as Sam’s cock and looked up, standing slowly, bringing Sam with him.
Once Sam was on his feet, Dean climbed onto the bed, kneeling, arranging himself with his ass up in offering. Sam hesitated, then felt Dean’s hand guiding him and it was almost as if he couldn’t help himself.
They groaned almost in unison as his cock breached the outer ring and Sam froze…but Dean just pushed back until Sam was fully inside him. “Please…Sammy…want it…please…”
Dean begging was more than Sam could handle, and he nodded even through the tears. “Yeah…baby…it’s okay…I’m here.” He knew he was going to come fast…and maybe it was better that way. He moved his hips and Dean bucked under him. “Fuck…Dean…”
He collapsed forward as he came, riding Dean down to the mattress before rolling to the side and pulling Dean with him…his softening cock still buried in his brother. “I’ve missed you so much.” He kissed the back of Dean’s neck. “I’m never letting you go again, Dean. Never.”
“Sammy…”
“Shhh…sleep Dean. I’ll be right here.” And if Sam thought Mine and forever as he drifted to sleep, it couldn’t be helped…anything to make his brother safe, anything to let him know he was loved and wanted…anything for his brother…