my_sam_dean (my_sam_dean) wrote in 10prompts, @ 2008-06-07 17:48:00 |
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Title: Perpetual Damage
Author: my_sam_dean
Summary: An Incubus attacks Sam, Sam attacks Dean. They deal with the fallout.
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Table, Prompt: Crimes, #6 - Rape - 10 Prompts
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Non-Con, violence, dark, slash/incest
A/N: I own nothing Supernatural.
Words: 1,187
"Damn thing got you, didn't it?" Dean asked as he ushered Sam into their motel for the night.
"I don't think so." Sam stripped out of his wet coat.
"Did it bite you or spit goo on you?"
"Goo, Dean?"
"You know what I'm talking about. Did it?"
"I don't think so. How would I know?"
"You'd feel different. You d' be thirsty for blood, want to steal my life force or be horny. Any of those things happening?"
Sam shook his head.
"Maybe you are safe," Dean replied. "I call first shower."
***
During the night, Sam started to feel ill. He tried to move around the motel quietly but Dean was a light sleeper.
"What's wrong?"
"I don't know," Sam was holding his head and his stomach. "Maybe I got the flu."
Dean got a glass of water and some Tylenol. "See if these help."
As Sam took the glass and pills from Dean, his fingers tingled whenever he touched Dean's skin.
"What?" Dean asked when he saw the look on Sam's face.
Sam looked into his eyes and it was like a switch had been thrown. "Dean. Need you."
"Need what, Sammy?"
"Need--" Sam started to stroke himself.
"Sam, the incubus must have got you. I'll get Dad's journal and we'll find a way out of it." Dean got up and Sam had a tight grip on his wrists, halting his movement.
"Now, Dean." Sam grabbed Dean's waistband and stripped his boxers off.
That's when it hit Dean full-force what was going to happen. He decided to do some damage control.
"Easy there, Sammy," he reclined Sam back on his bed. "I've got you." he removed Sam's boxers and the sight of him hard and ready, writhing on the bed made Dean want to gag.
He was able to grab his lubricant quickly before Sam noticed that he'd taken a step away.
"Dean!" Sam's pleas were getting louder.
"Right here, Sammy," Dean knelt between Sam's legs to take him in his mouth as he tried to open himself with his fingers. From what he knew about incubi, the night was going to be violent. But, if he and Sammy could make it though it, they could talk about it in the morning.
Before Dean was prepared for it to happen, Sam had flipped them around so that Dean was kneeling on the bed. Sam pounded into him from behind. In Sam's state of mind, it didn't matter how he got there as long as he got the release he needed. That came at the expense of Dean.
Dean clung to the headboard, biting his lip so hard that it bled to try to keep from crying out. All he felt was pain. His eyes were squeezed shut but tears still made their way though his lashes. He just wanted it to be over.
The pace Sam was keeping and the force of his movements slicked his body with sweat.
After Dean thought he'd passed out but he'd just blocked everything that was happening out instead, Sam grunted a couple times and collapsed on top of him.
Dean was able to maneuver his limp brother onto the other bed. He cleaned them both up. Sam had raw areas that probably matched the areas that felt raw in Dean. The most important thing was to keep them clean and not let Sam know the extent of it. It would be hard enough for him to realize that he'd just pushed himself on Dean, he didn't need to know the details.
Sam stirred in his sleep.
"You feeling any better?" Dean whispered.
"Yeah. Why am I over here?"
"You must have had a bad dream. I just woke up and you were beside me, just like when you were little."
Sam seemed to accept his explanation.
"Just stay where you are and get some sleep. I'm not gonna kick you out."
Sam snuggled back into his pillow and quickly fell asleep.
Dean laid on his side, by his brother but not touching, and wondered how they were going to make it through.
***
"What happened last night?"
"What are you talking about?" Dean shut the door as he set the coffee down.
"This," Sam yanked back the covers to the other bed where it all had happened. There was the evidence, unable to be ignored. "The incubus got me, didn't it?" Sam looked at Dean with tears in his eyes. "It got me and I attacked you."
"Sam, it wasn't like that," Dean started and then realized he didn't know what to say next.
"Wasn't it? Kinda appears that way, Dean."
"Let's just have our coffee and talk about this."
"Chat about this over coffee? We're not talking about the weather."
"I know. But, it's okay. We're okay."
"Are we?" the tears flowed freely from Sam's eyes. "Because I know how sore I am and I know you have to hurt worse."
"It was--I had a little warning."
"Warning for what?"
"To get myself ready," Dean saw the pained look on Sam's face. "We know about incubi, Sam. Once you said that you needed me, I knew what was going to happen. I just did my best to put it off and get ready for it."
"Oh, God!" Sam started throwing things into his duffle.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm going away. Someplace where I can't hurt anyone, especially you."
"We both know that you'll find somebody, Sam. When the urge gets too great, you'll just find a stranger. Can you live with that?" Dean watched Sam try to soak it all in. "I recognized the warning signs and think that you getting physically sick is possibly an earlier warning. That means more time to accommodate what you need."
"I can't do that to you, Dean. It's bad enough that it happened once. I'm not going to let it happen again."
"So you're going to take my only brother, my only family, away from me? You're going to disappear and I'm just supposed to be okay with that?"
Sam hung his head, unable to look at Dean or keep packing.
"We can still hunt, just like we always have. I don't want to lose you, Sam."
"And when it happens again?"
"We'll handle it. I'd rather have the inconvenience of the incubus every now and then than to lose you completely."
"I already looked it up. There is no cure, Dean. Just beheading." Sam wiped his nose on his sleeve. "If it gets too bad--If I get too bad, you have to promise me that you'll do that for me. I don't want to live in this world if I'm hurting you."
"I promise, Sam. But, it won't get to that point. Any chance we can have our coffee now?"
Sam nodded and Dean clapped him on the shoulder on the way to the rickety table.
There were to be many more nights that Sam wouldn't remember and Dean did his best to forget. The cost of losing Sam was much higher than the price to keep him.