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Daddy. Sam was making a point to use that word as often as possible. At least, that's how it seemed to John. One week ago, his little boy had been gasping and calling out "Daddy, please!" and now everything he said reminded John of that moment.
"Daddy, can you pass me the milk?" The boy said as he fixed himself a bowl of cereal.
"Daddy! Dean took my pencil and he won't give it back!" Sam whined as his brother held the pencil out of reach, keeping Sam from his homework.
"Please, Daddy could I stay up just a little longer?" Sam said with begging puppy eyes.
Dean smirked every time. He felt certain that his eldest had put little Sammy up to it. Sam was so young, so sweet. Did he even have any idea what he was doing?
At first Dean had been wary of John. Marking sure he didn't try to separate him from Sam. They hadn't been punished and there was never any shouting, but that didn't mean his father was simply okay with this knew knowledge. So, Dean tested the water a little bit. He didn't want to push John into taking drastic measures, but he needed to know Sam was safe and he wasn't going to disappear. It started with a few nearly innocent comments.
"Finish your dinner, Sammy. Be a good boy for me." Sam's pupils dialated. So did John's, but he didn't say anything.
"You got a cute little ass, Sammy," Dean said as Sam tried on a pair of Dean's old jeans. He thought he heard John grunt, but he couldn't be sure.
He wasn't getting a reaction from his father and he knew Sammy didn't like to go too long without being filled up, so Dean decided it was time to get things back to normal. Or at least, what normal had been before the incident.
One week after the incident and Sam was crawling out of his skin with want. He'd never gone so long without being touched or filled. He'd gotten a few quiet kisses when they both thought John was asleep, but with the constant teasing words, Sam felt about ready to explode. So, when Dean said "Let's go get a shower, Sammy" like he used to every morning, Sam about jumped for joy.
With the bathroom door shut and the water running, Sam knew it was finally safe to talk.
"Can we go back to before, now?" Sam asked, pulling off his clothes as Dean adjusted the water temperature. "I mean before, you know, that mess with Dad?"
"I think we can try. I don't know if you noticed, Sammy, but we haven't left this motel in a week. Dad hasn't left either, not for a hunt or anything." Dean pulled off his clothes.
Sam watched forlornly as the mirror steamed up. "You think he's afraid to leave us alone?" He said so softly Dean could barely hear it. "You think maybe he... maybe he thinks we're bad? He thinks what we did is bad."
"Sammy come here." Dean pulled his brother into a hug as Sammy's eyes teared up. "I don't care what he thinks. I only want you to be happy."
"That's why you said it had to be a secret. That's why you won't... why you wouldn't..." Sam pushed Dean away and wouldn't look at his brother.
Dean didn't know how he could ever make this better. He only knew he would do anything. "I love you, Sammy. I love playing with you, making you feel good, you know I do. You're not bad, Sam. This isn't bad. We're not bad. I don't know what dad thinks, but I don't think he's mad and as long as we're together, I really don't care what dad thinks.
Sam grabbed Dean in a tight hug. "Love you, Dee."
Dean patted Sam's back. "Now enough of this chick flick stuff. Water's getting cold." Sam didn't seem interested in pulling away. "I brought your toy," Dean coaxed.
"Really?" Sam let go of his brother in his excitement.
Dean grinned. "Really. Wash up so I can put it in."
Sam had his body scrubbed squeaky clean in no time. He bounced impatiently as Dean washed himself and then his and Sam's hair. All the while Sam couldn't seem to stop whining.
"Come on, Dean. We're clean already just do it! Please, Dee. Please. Hurry up! I want it Dee, please, want it inside me."
"Hush, Sammy. Almost done." He held a hand over Sam's eyes as he rinsed the last of the soap from his brother's hair. He ran his hands through Sam's hair, checking one last time for soap. "All clean."
"Good." Sam spun around so fast he would have fallen if he hadn't been aiming to catch himself on the wall.
Dean stepped out of the shower and quickly grabbed the little blue plug from his pants pocket. Like everything else Sam owned, the plug was a hand me down from Dean. He bought it just after his fifteenth birthday with a fake ID and money won from a poker game. He liked it well enough, but it looked a lot better when it was inside Sammy's ass.
"Come on," Sam fussed, squirming impatiently.
"Hold your horses." Dean stepped in behind Sam where he was bent at the waist, hands on the wall. He gave that cute little ass a sharp smack for his impatience. Sam gasped and then froze. A moments pause and then Dean asked "You like that, Sammy?" as he gently rubbed the warm, red flesh.
"Just put the plug in," Sam grumbled.
Dean chuckled. He used some of the liquid body wash to slick up his fingers. Slowly, he pressed one in. Sam moaned and relaxed as he leaned against the wall.
Dean kept his voice low the way Sam told him he liked because it made him sound older. "You're not getting this plug until you tell me, Sam."
Sam whined but he didn't say a word. Dean kept working that finger in and out until he was ready for two. Dean groaned as the second one went in smoothly. "Nothing in this hole for a week, Sammy. Are you starving for it? You're little hole is just swallowing up my fingers like it's nothing."
The plug wasn't very big. Two fingers was all Sam needed for Dean to be able to push it in easily, but he hadn't gotten what he wanted yet. Sam wasn't getting one more thing until he said how much he liked being spanked and Dean told him so.
"Come on, please. That's not fair," Sam whined, rocking hungrily on Dean's fingers.
"Whenever you're ready, Sammy." Dean was far from merciful. He moved his fingers harder and harder making Sam whimper and cry out.
"Please, please," he begged. "Dean, daddy please."
Dean took one finger away and watched his brother squirm, needing more and getting just one finger in his loose little hole. Sam was slowly falling apart and Dean loved it. "You liked being spanked didn't you, Sammy? Do you want that?"
"Yes! I like it, daddy! Like it when you spank me. Please fill me up, daddy, please."
"That's a good boy, Sammy." Dean stepped out of the way of the water to let it wash over Sam's hole, getting all the soap out as Dean held him open. Sam calmed down, knowing Dean was getting him ready.
Finally, Dean slipped the plug into place. He rubbed it firmly against his little brother's prostate a few times until Sammy came screaming his brother's name.
"Soon as Dad leaves, baby boy, I'm gonna spank you real good."