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Sam’s hands wander down, sliding over flesh and denim to cup his brother’s ass, fingers flexing into tight muscle. Dean’s too weak to fight, but his body still reacts. The chains shift with each involuntary twitch and gasps escape his throat in counterpoint to their soft rattle.
Sam’s smile fades as he takes in Dean’s glazed eyes and slack face. He’s conscious, but unfocussed and that’s the last thing Sam wants his brother to be when he’s raped for the first time. He knits Dean’s bones together, takes away the pain.
Awareness returns, then fear.
Time for the next step.