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Wincest fic: Ceasefire

May 2nd, 2009 (12:28 pm)

Title: Ceasefire
Rating: NC-17
Warning: This gets really weird. Heavy on d/s, powerplay, some bondage, and magical body modification. Ebil!Sam, bound!Dean
Prompt: Dean has been magically altered or restrained or some such and offered up to the SammyChrist as his consort. Sam had nothing to do with the restraining, but now that Dean is here and so very, very pretty, who is he to refuse?
Summary: The spell doesn’t command obedience, just make it feel good.

Author's note: Written for leonidaslion for sammessiah's Anti-Christmas.



The world returned to Dean in hazy images and throbbing pain. Groaning, he tried to pry open his eyes, but only managed to raise them one bleary slit before a flicker of light exploded across his field of vision. His rational mind knew the light hadn’t been that bright, maybe only as intense as a camp fire, but for some reason his eyes choose to interpret the flash as blinding.

Okay, so sight was out, but there were other senses. As the pain receded, Dean gradually became aware he was lying down. Also, the ground was bumpy. He felt the heat of a fire on his face, smelled the smoke of it—and other things—on the air. And there were sounds, the crunch of gravel, laughter…screaming. Dean’s panic grew as his awareness did—his hands and feet were tied.

Where the hell was he?

Rocks grinding beneath feet, the unmistakable sounds of walking, became closer. Dean went still. A sudden pulse of something rocked through his body. A heat.

“You know, Dean,” an all-too-familiar voice drawled, and Dean’s stomach plummeted. “Playing possum only works if your eyes aren’t scrunched together like that.”

Heart sinking, Dean stubbornly resisted smoothing his features out, even though the game was already given away.

Sam laughed. “Oh, Dean. I could drag the world down, and some things would never change.”

Closing his eyes took on a new purpose as Dean desperately raced through his memories. How had he gotten here? Why was he hurting so much? His mind was less than helpful, his internal vision about as dim as his external, but he finally felt the rough edges of a shattered memory and dragged it to the fore. The last thing he remembered…Castiel.

And then, in a rush of anger, betrayal, and nausea, Dean remembered.

“We have negotiated a ceasefire,” Castiel had said.

Oh, no. No no no. This couldn’t be happening.

The thing that used to be his brother was talking again. “I have to say I was surprised by your little angel friend’s agreement. I guess they were that desperate.” Sam’s voice sounded smug.

“I truly am sorry,” and Castiel’s voice really had sounded pained, “but the cost, Dean. Your brother not only agreed to stop his advance, but withdraw his army completely. All it takes is you. Surely the world is worth one person.

“I’m sorry,” Castiel had said one more time, and then reached out his hand and placed it on his mark.

That was the reason for the pain, Dean remembered now. The angel had...done something to him. Turned his insides out. Not for the first time, Dean cursed the day that winged asshole had ever pulled him out of hell.

“As thrilling as this conversation is,” Sam’s voice was wry now. “I think it’s time we got this party started.”

Almost gently, Sam said, “Open your eyes, Dean.”

Apparently all on their own, his eyelids fluttered upward. A small part of his pain fell away as they did so. The sight made Dean’s heart ache. His brother’s stupid floppy hair, his blue-green eyes. It should have been a nice picture, but fire glittered in the highlights of Sam’s unruly mop, and his eyes held something they never had before.

That strange sensation returned, growing stronger. Sam spoke, and Dean realized with horror it was lust.

“God,” Sam breathed. “How you look all tied up for me.”

It was his brother’s lust. His realization must have shown in his eyes because Sam grinned. It was the wide and dirty grin Dean had only seen a handful of times.

“Interesting little spell, isn’t it?” Sam said. “The truly awesome thing? Angels conjured it.”

Sam crouched down, looming over him.

“Let’s give it a test drive,” Sam puffed over his face. Then he bent his head and claimed Dean’s mouth. It wasn’t an exaggeration. Sam’s tongue plunged inside like it had every right to be there, like it owned the place. Like Dean’s mouth was Sam’s and no one else would ever get the privilege.

Dean had the sinking feeling that was exactly what his brother intended. At least, he wanted to say it was a sinking feeling, but really it was rising. Heat and pleasure pooling in his gut, sensations he was literally helpless to stop. He tried to fight, tried to resist, even—embarrassingly—tried to scream, but in the end it didn’t matter. His whole world was burning coals of pleasure he was picking up, somehow, from Sam. And so, though it was against everything he believed in, Dean found himself kissing back.

Their tongues wrestled inside Dean’s mouth, Sam’s always winding up on top somehow. It wasn’t a great omen about Dean’s role in all of this. After a minute of them drooling all over each other, Sam pulled back.

“It’s true.” His eyes were filled with wonder. “You do want it.”

Dean’s stomach rolled. He turned his head away.

“No,” he protested.

One of Sam’s brows arched. “No?” His hand snaked down Dean’s chest to rub over his crotch.

“Most people don’t get rock hard over something they don’t want.” Sam’s voice was light and teasing, like they were fighting over ketchup. “Not to mention the way you kissed me back.”

“It’s…it’s the spell,” Dean tried, though he had no idea what exactly was done to him.

Sam laughed, and shook his head. “No, Dean. The spell doesn’t command obedience, just make it feel good.”

He leaned in close again, breathing across Dean’s ear. “You could fight me if you really wanted to.”

That was easy for him to say, Dean thought grumpily. The power of Sam’s lust burned through his body, making it hard to keep breathing, let alone fend of his advances. Of course, his hands tied up behind his back didn’t help matters much.

Hands sneaked under his shirt, rubbing over his chest. Sam hooked his thumbs in the hem of Dean’s t-shirt and pulled it up a few inches. He gave a longing sigh.

“Damn, you’re so beautiful, baby.” His fingers stroked Dean’s belly absently. “Perfect.”

The heat in Dean’s gut intensified, becoming sharper and much more focused. With dawning horror, Dean realized Sam was about to take it to the next level.

Precise motions snapped open Dean’s jeans and pushed them down to his knees. The bulge of his erection was obvious through the worn fabric of his boxers. Shame made his ears burn. Another spike of stolen pleasure swept through him as Sam slipped his fingers through the slit in the front. The softness of Dean’s skin met the calluses of brother’s finger tips, and he whimpered. He gasped as more heat flooded him at the sound.

Sam’s hazel eyes were dark, intent, focused on where his fingers disappeared into Dean’s boxers.

“C’mon, baby,” he breathed, “make more of those sounds for me.”

Instead, Dean bit down on his lower lip, determined to stay quiet. Sam laughed.

“So it’s gonna be that way,” he drawled. “Okay.”

His other hand drew Dean’s t-shirt up his chest, exposing his already pebbled nipples. Sam leaned forward to suck one into his mouth. Dean cried out and arched upward helplessly. It seemed like Sam’s fingers on his shaft, and his mouth on his chest, had a direct line straight to Dean’s insides. Whether it was his own pleasure he was feeling from the stimulation, or Sam’s being magically displaced, he couldn’t have said.

Finally he couldn’t hold back anymore. His head fell back with a groan as Sam’s teeth lightly held his nipple between them. Sam pulled off just enough to whisper.

“Yeah, baby. Like that, come on.”

Dean wanted to scream. This was so unnatural. Sam doing these things to him was bad enough, forcing him to enjoy it was even worse, but the talk? Like they were legitimate lovers, like he would be here if he had a choice? That was the most disheartening thing of all. Sam really had lost his mind, and Dean couldn’t hide from it anymore.

Pulling back, Sam released his brother. He crouched down more comfortably, and waved his hands over the ropes at Dean’s feet. They fell to the ground, but before Dean could lash out, Sam was kneeling in the V of his legs. Large hands gripped Dean’s knees and forced them upwards, Sam’s intentions obvious.

“Please, Sammy,” Dean begged, hating himself even as he did it. “Don’t…don’t fuck me without lube.” His voice trailed off at the end, but he managed to get it out.

Strangely, Sam’s face softened, but the pleasure Dean was feeling rocketed up in intensity. He felt a warmth in his ass, a bizarre sensation that almost seemed like it was moving down his channel.

“Don’t worry, babe,” Sam said. “That won’t be a problem. Besides, I’d never hurt you. Push your limits, maybe, but never hurt you.”

Dean wanted to laugh at the utter absurdity of that statement. But nothing about this situation was funny. The hysteria must have shown on his face because Sam cooed, “Hey, it’s all right. I’ve got you.”

A sound suspiciously like a sob escaped from Dean at that.

“You’ll be okay,” Sam said. “Just go with it, don’t fight me. You’re going to enjoy it anyway, regardless, so you might as well stop feeling bad about it.”

That didn’t sound right, that he would enjoy it. It wasn’t like Dean knew a lot about gay sex, but it seemed like he recalled that it hurt like a bitch the first time.

“I’ve never done it before,” he mumbled in a rush. “It hurts the first time.”

“That won’t be a problem either,” Sam replied. “You’re feeling something strange inside your asshole right now, right? Well, it’s lube.”

Dean’s brows furrowed. “You can magically make lube appear inside me?”

A wicked grin formed on Sam’s face. “Not exactly.”

Before Dean was aware of what his brother was doing, Sam reached behind and slipped a finger into Dean’s asshole. Expecting it to hurt, Dean tensed up, but the finger slid right inside. Sam swirled it around a bit, making his brother moan in spite of himself, and then pulled his finger out.

A clear liquid shone on his finger, glittering in the firelight. It looked a lot like…Dean’s eyebrows shot up his forehead.

“Oh, God,” he whispered. “What have you done to me?”

“See, baby?” Sam said, ignoring Dean’s question. “I told you it wouldn’t be a problem. All I have to do is make you hot enough and you can make yourself wet. Cool, huh?”

“Not the term I’d use,” Dean spat. “You goddamn freak—”

“Hush, Dean.” Sam’s voice was stern, and maybe he was a liar about the spell not forcing him because Dean’s mouth just snapped closed. He noticed that as soon as it did, some of the dizzying pain eased.

“I love you,” Sam was saying. “I do, but things are different now. You can’t go mouthing off like that, especially in public. It’s your first offense so I’ll punish you later, in private. For now, let’s focus on things more pleasant.”

Sam released one of Dean’s knees to wrap his fingers around the waistband of his brother’s underwear. One strong pull and the fabric tore away.

“You won’t be needing those anyway,” Sam said with a cheeky grin. “And if I let you wear any at all, they won’t be all ratty like those.”

Dean’s head fell back against the dirt with a sigh. It wasn’t enough his brother was going to sexually enslave him, he had to rag on his clothes, too. Peachy.

“All right, let’s get on with this.” The hand returned to lift his leg up. “You won’t start feeling better until we complete the spell. I know you’re hurting, but don’t worry. I’ll make it better.”

Sam shuffled forward, and the horror of the situation—which had momentarily vanished, pushed away by Dean’s fury at the violation of his body—came flooding back. His brother—his baby brother—was about to fuck him. Right here in front of God and everybody. On the ground surrounded by, from the sounds of it, a demon army.

“Sammy,” Dean wheezed, his throat suddenly tight. “Sammy, don’t.”

“I want to,” Sam said.

Dean had only one more card to play. “It’s incest, man.”

Startled laughter rang out over the camp.

Christ, Dean.” Breathing hard, Sam tried to get his laughing under control. “You know the shit I’ve done, you really think a little thing like incest is gonna stop me now?”

He leaned forward, his eyes burning straight into Dean. “Especially when you’re right here in front of me, bound and beautiful and all mine.”

Sam’s head canted to the side, as if he’d just realized something he’d never considered before. “You really don’t know, do you? How fucking gorgeous you are, especially tied up for me. Perfect as a picture.”

For all he was worth, Dean wanted to close his eyes or turn his head away, but he couldn’t escape the weight of his brother’s gaze. Or the unnatural lust he saw there. If it weren’t for he spell keeping him, seemingly, perpetually aroused Dean was positive he would have thrown up six times over by now.

“You’re ashamed of it, I know.” Sam’s voice was gentle again. “Your vivid eyes, your adorable freckles, and your amazing, pouty, cocksucker lips. We’re going to have lots of fun with them, by the way, but not right now.”

There was never any sound of a zipper going down, and Sam’s hands never left his knees, but something blunt pressed against Dean’s hole. His whole body froze up.

“Right now,” Sam continued, “I’m gonna fuck you senseless.”

Sam was hung, like crazy hung. Stallion hung. It was a fact Dean had known in a very subliminal way, but now he was up close and personal with his brother’s massive cock. For a few seconds Dean didn’t think it would fit. He could feel the pressure of the head against his hole, but it didn’t go in. And then, finally, it did. Sam applied a little more force and the crown of his cock breached Dean’s hole. After that, Sam just pushed forward in one long motion.

It didn’t hurt, the lube he was producing saw to that. It didn’t hurt, but it burned, it stretched, spread him so impossibly open. The sensation was wild, unlike anything he’d ever felt before. Sam’s cock just slid right inside him, sunk deep into his insides. His channel warmed as fluid gushed down from wherever it was coming from, the feel of his brother’s cock inside him arousing Dean like nothing else. It was so unbearably wrong, but he couldn’t stop moaning.

“Jesus,” Sam whispered. “I’m so deep inside you, so quickly. I’d almost think you’d done this before.”

Dean flushed in shame, and as the red swam across his cheeks he felt his brother’s lust spike again.

Sam’s voice was gravel when he spoke. “All right, let’s get this show on the road.”

He tilted back, huge hands drawing Dean back with him. Dean nearly lost it, the shift in elevation making his head spin and his stomach rebel. They ended up with Sam crouching so his ass was resting on his heels, with Dean in his lap. The new position slammed Dean right down on his brother’s cock, and he couldn’t help but cry out. At the sound, his pain retreated for a minute.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” Sam whispered, breath hot and filthy against Dean’s ear. “Feels like you were made to take my cock inside you. It’s better than anything, and only getting better.”

Teeth and tongue worried at Dean’s earlobe, but somehow the words never stopped. “Every time you submit to me the spell will blow your mind. You’re fighting it with everything you have and already you’re hard and aching for it. Just imagine, baby, what it would feel like if you let it happen.”

To accent his point, Sam jerked his hips upward, forcing another sound from his brother.

“You’re gonna feel so good all the time, baby. You’re mine now. My own personal treasure. Gonna take such good care of you. You’re gonna love it, gonna be a total slut for my dick in no time.” Somehow Sam’s voice got even quieter and more intense as he went on. “You’ll be a whore for my cock, craving it any way you can get it. Ass, mouth, you won’t even care. Soon we won’t even need the spell, as you learn to like it. And you will learn, Dean. You won’t have a choice.”

Tears were pouring down Dean’s cheeks, but he couldn’t deny the breathy gasps he was making each time his brother shoved his cock deeper inside. He couldn’t ignore the precome dripping from his cock, smearing his brother’s shirt. His hands, still bound behind him, twisted and tensed, trying to find some kind of relief. But there was nothing.

Nothing but his brother’s voice and cock inside him.

Sam shifted his weight slightly, and somehow his cock went even deeper. Sparks went off behind Dean’s eyes as Sam struck something amazing—his prostate?—inside him. Dean’s noises choked off and Sam chuckled.

“Ah, there it is.” He sounded smug. His eyes were bright and triumphant as they swallowed Dean down.

How Sam was keeping himself up in such an awkward position, Dean had no idea. But holding up both their weights didn’t seem to be bothering him at all. And then Sam slowed, gripping Dean’s hips and lifting him up slightly. Dean shuddered as Sam’s cock slid slowly out a little bit.

“Wow,” Sam said. “Look at that—you’re creaming like a chick.”

Dean already knew, could feel the warmth of the fluid or lube or whatever it was seeping down his channel. He refused to look down and see Sam’s cock shiny and wet with Dean’s new juices. Besides, he didn’t have to. Dean could already feel what the sight of it did to Sam, could feel the way it made his brother ridiculously horny. The pleasure filled him so fast he almost blacked out for a second.

Then Sam released his hips, and he slammed back down. His head fell back, a long, low moan filling the air. Sam’s hands grabbed his hips again, and lifted. This time he raised Dean until just the very tip of his cock was still inside before releasing him. The fall down Sam’s cock made his insides ache, striking his prostate with every lunge. Dean’s whole body was shaking and trembling, the pleasure roiling like a thing alive inside him.

“Sam,” Dean forced out, his brother’s name a curse and a prayer.

If Sam knew what Dean wanted, he didn’t let on. Just started fucking faster. Somehow, the jackhammer pace didn’t stop him from getting every inch inside. Under other circumstances Dean might have been a little bit proud of him. He’d always thought his brother would be kind of a tool in the sack. But, of course, Dean couldn’t be that lucky. Whether it was the pleasure he picked up from Sam, and he had to admit only part of it was, or not, Dean couldn’t remember ever being this turned on in his whole life.

And it was killing him.

“Please,” Dean gasped, “please.”

“Please, what?” Sam sounded almost playful, and his pace never slowed. “You have to ask for what you want.”

“I want to come,” Dean grated out.

“So ask.”

No way. He would rather slit his own throat, and he’d made way too many concessions already to his brother’s insane demands.

“If you don’t ask,” Sam said, serpent smooth. “You won’t come, and I’ll just keep fucking you until you do.”

Dean gritted his teeth. “Lemme come Sam.”

He thought he would die from the shame of asking, but he couldn’t keep on like this. The insane heat coming from his brother, the unbelievable girth striking his prostate on every stroke. Sensation and lust and pleasure, some of it his brother’s, some of it his own, he couldn’t tell anymore. Maybe it was weak, maybe it was giving in, but he needed relief.

Sam’s voice was a sing-song in Dean’s ear. “That’s not asking.”

“Damn it, Sam!” Dean threw his head back screamed. “Please let me come!”

“Okay.” The darkness and heat was back in his brother’s voice. “Come.”

It seemed like he was coming forever, spurting rope after rope of it against his brother. He cried out with each pulse until his voice was raw, and when he was done he slumped forward. His head rested against Sam’s shoulder, eyes fluttering closed.

Dimly he was aware that there was enough clear fluid inside him to drip down Sam’s balls and onto the ground.

“Good boy, Dean,” Sam said gently. “Good boy.”

He felt better than when they had started, but Dean’s head still pounded with pain. His stomach rolled with nausea. At the praise from his brother he felt a little bit better, though.

Sam had paused when Dean had started coming, but now his cock began to move again. Dean whimpered. It was only his first time and his whole body was sore.

“Sammy,” Dean croaked, his throat dry. “Hurts.”

Large hands stroked soothing paths down his back.

“I know, baby,” Sam said. “We’re almost done.”

They moved again, everything spinning around in Dean’s head. He felt the ground against his back, and opened his eyes. Sam was above him, the whole world shining in his eyes. It made Dean’s chest ache, that Sam could do these things to him and still have a look like that.

“You’re so beautiful, baby.” The tenderness in his voice made Dean want to scream.

Sam kneeled down between Dean’s legs, reaching for his hips and pulling him back and up. It felt more horribly exposed than anything, and he bucked awkwardly. He had no leverage with his hands behind his back, so it didn’t accomplish much. And then Sam was fucking him again, his cock slipping inside. Sam had a lot more control over his thrusts in this position, and Dean’s head was spinning for a whole new reason.

“Almost there,” Sam panted above him. “Almost there.”

His thrusts sped up. Dean thought he’d been fast before, but now was even worse. But, finally, Sam slammed in to the hilt and froze. His whole body tensing up. With a jolt, Dean realized Sam coming. Inside him. The thought made him feel dirtier than anything else so far, but as Sam came it was like the come going inside him pushed the pain out.

Dean’s whole body went limp with relief and exhaustion as he finally felt like himself again. Except for the lingering aftershocks of his brother’s pleasure, and the ache in his ass, of course.

His eyes drifted shut again. He didn’t see the radiant smile on Sam’s face.

“All right, baby,” Sam said, lifting his unresisting brother into his arms. “Let’s get you home.”

Comments

Posted by: Specialagentldy (specialagentldy)
Posted at: May 3rd, 2009 12:51 am (UTC)
Desire

Damn... :::Fans self:::

Edited at 2009-05-03 12:51 am (UTC)

Posted by: JupiterRhode (jupiterrhode)
Posted at: May 3rd, 2009 03:11 am (UTC)

Tee! ^_^

Posted by: Sabora (sabora)
Posted at: September 2nd, 2009 10:16 pm (UTC)

-Hugs u tightly-

-fanning self and laying in a pool of ice- That was hot... I liked it; I enjoyed Dean's pov...Perhaps a Pov of Sam?

Posted by: JupiterRhode (jupiterrhode)
Posted at: September 3rd, 2009 02:06 am (UTC)

Thanks, I'm glad you liked it. No promises on any more, but never say never.

Posted by: smeared_kohl (smeared_kohl)
Posted at: May 3rd, 2009 04:47 pm (UTC)
kissing

OMG...that was soo good!

You so need to continue with the things Sam will do to him once they are home, it would be a good verse.

Posted by: JupiterRhode (jupiterrhode)
Posted at: May 3rd, 2009 06:17 pm (UTC)

*sobs* Do not give me moar bunnehs! Do not! I can't finish the verse I already have, lol.

Posted by: Extra Onions (extraonions)
Posted at: May 3rd, 2009 06:00 pm (UTC)

Evil and fantastic! ♥

Posted by: JupiterRhode (jupiterrhode)
Posted at: May 3rd, 2009 06:17 pm (UTC)

Thankies, glad you thought so!

Posted by: trias_cube (trias_cube)
Posted at: May 3rd, 2009 10:56 pm (UTC)

Very hot!! :)

Posted by: JupiterRhode (jupiterrhode)
Posted at: May 3rd, 2009 11:31 pm (UTC)

Well, thank you! ;)

Posted by: Blynnk (blynnk)
Posted at: May 4th, 2009 02:12 am (UTC)
sam_powers

so I saw D/s and magical goodies & I couldn't resist :) LOVED evil!Sam and helpless!Dean. It did *feel* like them and I liked that there was still tenderness there between them, even with the evil. I agree that more is needed though! I think Sammy's just getting started with his new toy...

*hurls bunnies at you*

;D

Posted by: JupiterRhode (jupiterrhode)
Posted at: May 4th, 2009 05:49 am (UTC)

You people are evil! Sammy should take lessons from YOU! *sobs*

*dodges bunnies*

Posted by: not a morning person... (tattoo_kink)
Posted at: May 4th, 2009 05:41 am (UTC)
random - imagination

Holy Crap!

THAT WAS HAWT!

I'm usually not really into evil!Sam - but this story totally worked. *nods*

Nicely done....

And since I've just stalked your LJ - You know that I'll wait - and read "Lesson (l)earned)"... Right? Right! I really love that story. So it don't bother me in the slightest if I have to wait... *gggg*

*hugs*

Posted by: JupiterRhode (jupiterrhode)
Posted at: May 4th, 2009 05:51 am (UTC)

Lol, thank you.

And it might bother you by the time I get around to it and how long it's taking me. Jesus.

Posted by: clover_25 (clover_25)
Posted at: May 4th, 2009 04:03 pm (UTC)

OMG!!!! Soooo hot!!!!
Please please make it into a verse!!!
Did I mention that I loved it?

Posted by: JupiterRhode (jupiterrhode)
Posted at: May 4th, 2009 04:44 pm (UTC)

Thanks so much, glad you loved it!

Posted by: K'Kathy (kkathyslash)
Posted at: May 6th, 2009 12:09 am (UTC)
SPN slash

OMG, I love your Evol!Sammy. And for Castiel and the angels use Dean to negotiate a truce...

I only hope Kripke will be as devious as you as he plots next season!

Lovely story. Thanks for writing and sharing.

Posted by: JupiterRhode (jupiterrhode)
Posted at: May 6th, 2009 12:14 am (UTC)

Hmm, somehow I doubt Kripke will go for the self-lubing action.

And thank you so much, glad you enjoyed.

Posted by: K'Kathy (kkathyslash)
Posted at: May 6th, 2009 12:26 am (UTC)

LOL! I meant the plot - Castiel giving Dean to Sam to stop Armageddon! Although I wouldn't mind if the Krip suddenly decided to show us some realistic bromance...

Posted by: JupiterRhode (jupiterrhode)
Posted at: May 6th, 2009 12:27 am (UTC)

Well if Dean was given to Sam that would be pretty slashy right there even without the self-lubing.

Posted by: marylizh (marylizh)
Posted at: May 6th, 2009 01:29 am (UTC)

I want to read what Sam does to Dean after he gets him "home". :)

Posted by: JupiterRhode (jupiterrhode)
Posted at: May 6th, 2009 01:40 am (UTC)

*sigh* You and everybody else. LOL. ;)

Thanks for reading.

Posted by: sam_dean_lover (sam_dean_lover)
Posted at: May 6th, 2009 09:52 am (UTC)

*fans self furiously and bookmarks story*

Posted by: JupiterRhode (jupiterrhode)
Posted at: May 6th, 2009 02:06 pm (UTC)

*grins*

Posted by: izzy_the_unbreakable (theatervine)
Posted at: May 6th, 2009 09:31 pm (UTC)

Well that was brutal, and sensual and very, very wrong. Well done.

Posted by: JupiterRhode (jupiterrhode)
Posted at: May 6th, 2009 09:49 pm (UTC)

Thank you.

Posted by: izzy_the_unbreakable (theatervine)
Posted at: May 7th, 2009 02:29 pm (UTC)

You're welcome!

Posted by: JupiterRhode (jupiterrhode)
Posted at: May 7th, 2009 04:36 pm (UTC)

^_^

Posted by: Tsukido (tsukido)
Posted at: June 11th, 2010 07:38 am (UTC)

AWESOME. *melts*

is there any sequel? :D

Posted by: JupiterRhode (jupiterrhode)
Posted at: June 11th, 2010 08:04 pm (UTC)

There isn't any plans for one. This was a one shot I wrote for a specific occasion. But I'm so glad you enjoyed it.

Posted by: Tsukido (tsukido)
Posted at: June 12th, 2010 03:34 am (UTC)

aww nvm then, shall go reread it :D

thank you for writing this lovely piece <3

Posted by: JupiterRhode (jupiterrhode)
Posted at: June 13th, 2010 02:59 am (UTC)

Thank you for reading, and enjoying!

Posted by: smidgeson (smidgeson)
Posted at: July 12th, 2010 10:01 pm (UTC)

Holy cow that was hot. Gotta love that spell and despite being evil, Sam was loving Dean.

Wonder if you've ever thought about extending this into a verse?

Posted by: JupiterRhode (jupiterrhode)
Posted at: July 16th, 2010 12:43 am (UTC)

I've vaguely thought about it, but not in a serious way. Thanks so much for the kind words.

Posted by: smidgeson (smidgeson)
Posted at: July 16th, 2010 08:37 am (UTC)

Thanks for your reply.

If you ever change your mind about writing a sequel, I'll be there to read it.

Best wishes
Smidgey

Posted by: slashismykink (slashismykink)
Posted at: September 3rd, 2010 04:30 am (UTC)

WOAH. That was.....epically beautiful. Bottom!Dean is my biggest kink of ALL. Like, in the whole universe. <3 <3 <3

Posted by: JupiterRhode (jupiterrhode)
Posted at: September 5th, 2010 06:07 pm (UTC)

Mine too. Thanks for reading! It surprises me this old ditty is still getting new comments every so often.

Posted by: serendip50 (serendip50)
Posted at: October 21st, 2010 03:32 pm (UTC)
naked asleep j2

WOW...mindblowing stuff.
Your evil!Sam just rocks, your portrayal is nothing short of possessive and exuberant hotness. But so happy to see that he still retains his love for his brother amidst all his evil doings.

Loved how Dean was torn between the wrongness of the situation and how awfully good it felt at the same time. Bad, bad Castiel...but also, thank you so much...lol.

Sam carrying his pliant brother is such a heavy kink of mine too as is this everloving but reluctant Dean. xx

PS Is there more of this particular piece? Love to read more of this genre from you.


Posted by: JupiterRhode (jupiterrhode)
Posted at: October 23rd, 2010 06:04 am (UTC)

Wow, thanks so much for the kind words. There isn't more of this particular piece since I wrote it for such a specific situation. But who knows, maybe someday.

Posted by: tabithella (tabithella)
Posted at: October 24th, 2010 08:13 am (UTC)

I just found this and am so glad I did. That was so hot. It's going straight into my delicious, I'll want to read this again and again and again...

Posted by: JupiterRhode (jupiterrhode)
Posted at: October 27th, 2010 04:41 am (UTC)

Thanks so much.

Posted by: ♥ (amaya_elika)
Posted at: April 24th, 2011 02:38 am (UTC)
Hnnnng

I found this on spnfinders~. I love how Sam is evil but still loving towards Dean. ♥

Posted by: JupiterRhode (jupiterrhode)
Posted at: April 25th, 2011 05:17 am (UTC)

Thank you!

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