Author's Note 1:This entry is a response for the prompt made over at the Spn_hardcore meme. Please see previous chapters for the prompt and warnings.

Author's Note 2: Okie dokie, my lovlies! Back again with more prezzies! I have had the rare opportunity to sit down and write again for the few days and I, knowing they were coming, had been thinking about this story and a few others quite a bit! The time has come and I have gotten some work done with my writing and I am happy to say that I FINALLY have more fic for you to read! I thank each and every one of you that have stuck with me and gently nudged me and encouraged me to write again. From the bottom of my heart, thank you! I hope you are able to enjoy what I have written for you.

As always, this is not for profit, I do not own any characters or ideas from the show, I have merely created my own little world in which they are visiting. I'll give them back, Kripke…eventually…maybe…

Oh and by the way... this may be triggery for people as it contains non-con, so please, READER BE WARNED!

Chapter Ten:

Three weeks, four days, and God knew how many hours, give or take…

One evening, not long after the incident with the High Priest and the amulet, Dean was sitting on the couch, blank and limp, TV blaring on mindlessly in front of him, as per usual. And, also as per usual, he had his knees drawn up under his chin, curling around himself to make himself the smallest target possible. He registered distantly that Sam had returned. He knew the demon liked to take a shower after a day of "work", and God knew what "work" entailed for him, but he didn't do that today. After a while, Dean registered that Sam was sitting down next to him on the couch. Usually, Sam sat closer to the opposite end of the couch and didn't bother him too much. Tonight though, the atmosphere felt different around him and even as deep as Dean liked to drift, he felt the shift of it and began dragging himself warily to the surface. When the demon bastard wearing Sam's face turned more toward him, placing a hand on his knee and slowly sliding it up his thigh, Dean knew what was happening. He instantly tensed, adrenaline starting to slam through his body. He flinched, jerking away hard as the flashbacks and panic began to rip through him all over again. Undeterred, Sam just moved in even closer, his other hand reaching to wrap around the back of his neck and that was it, Dean just snapped!

Dean put both of his palms to Sam's chest and shoved as hard as he could, catching the bastard off guard and knocking him back far enough that he got free and bolted away like a frantic and frightened rabbit. Sam recovered quickly though, and in seconds, he was on him, grabbing him from behind roughly with his lengthy, well-muscled arms. He surrounded Dean's body, crushing his arms to his sides as he bodily lifted him and walked him rapidly toward the bedroom. In no time at all, Dean felt himself being dropped unceremoniously to the bed even as he was still struggling like mad to get away. He was never given the chance though, because soon enough, he was pressed into the mattress by Sam's massive form, the sound of a deep chuckle and low words spoken next to his ear hitting him hard the sound of nails on a chalkboard.

"Somebody's feisty tonight…" Sam said, chuckling deeply again.

Dean's panic was absolute now as the full realization of what he was about to endure hit him like a ton of bricks. He gave a half shriek, half whimper and struggled harder as Sam pinned his wrists down above him with one of his massive palms. His still tender wrists protested as the bones ground together from the force. Sam growled at his struggles, his face pressed next to his ear and throat, the hot air he breathed out and the rumbling vibration of his low growl making Dean shudder hard.

"MMMmmmm…Somebody wants to play rough tonight, huh? God big brother, that is so fucking hot…" Sam purred into his brother's ear.

Dean let out a choked whimper at these words. He felt Sam's tongue flick over the shell of his ear in little kitten licks, making his way down to his lobe, licking and nipping at the sensitive dangle of flesh for a few moments before moving on to his throat below it. Dean shuddered and kept struggling as Sam's other hand wandered over his body, stroking and squeezing his flesh possessively. Flashbacks of the ritual night kept slamming through him, making the present and the past flicker and shift around him. Finally, as Sam leaned away and roughly tugged off his meager clothes, leaving Dean naked and exposed in every way, Dean finally broke down completely.

"Don't…please don't… Please… Please…" Dean begged, whimpering, his broken voice barely a whisper. He couldn't go through this again… he just couldn't…

Sam pressed his face close to his big brother's ear and throat again, nuzzling gently. "Shhhh baby…gonna make you feel good… so good big brother, I promise…" he said in a whispered growl.

Dean's eyes slammed shut and he turned away, sobbing silently as he felt his naked skin be stroked and touched all the more roughly. Dean's breathing hitched as the demon pried his clenched thighs apart and settle between them, his hand continuing up his inner thigh, his meaty palm prying the clenched cheeks apart to stroke the rough pad of his finger over the furled muscle between. Dean tried to clench down even tighter when he felt the finger slip between to stroke over the scarred, sensitive, barely healed flesh at his entrance. He struggled weakly, a strangled moan escaping his lips as the pad circled the tender flesh a few times before the dry, rough tip was pressed inside. Dean hissed at the burn of the intrusion, tensing at tight as a bow string as the dry digit was pressed in to the 1st knuckle.

"God…still so fucking tight for me big brother… Gonna feel so fucking good wrapped around my cock again, baby…" Sam moaned out.

Dean's voice all but left him as the intruding digit was tugged roughly from of his body. Dean tried to go some place safe inside himself as he felt the finger return, slick and wet, pressing back inside him and forcing its way even deeper than before. Distantly, Dean felt it being plunged in and out of him roughly for a while before it was tugged free again, then, moments later, it returned with a slick companion. Dean heard himself hiss and groan as the thick digits bullied their way in, forcing the protesting muscles apart as they were pressed and out, scissoring open to stretch the muscles even further, prying him open from the inside out. Before he could even adjust, those too were pulled free and Dean felt the blunt, heavy pressure of three fingers pressed to the tight ring of quivering muscles until they were finally forced inside as well, despite his body's desperate attempt to stop them. Dean gasped at the over whelming burn and pain as the thick digits probed and spread themselves wide inside him as they were rammed in and out of him over and over again. After a brief, indeterminate amount of time, Dean felt the intruders tugged free once again and even though he had tried hard to find someplace safe inside himself to hide, he hadn't completely succeeded because even in his currently muddled state, he knew what was coming next and he tensed impossibly tighter with the flood of abject fear that rocketed through him again.

Dean felt like he was drowning in the fear, the flashbacks and present merging and blurring then pulling apart from each other only to rejoin each other over and over again. He felt a blunt, impossibly immense pressure at his entrance as he was pressed harder into the mattress beneath him. The demon's face was pressed to his ear, breath ghosting over it as the blunt head of the massive shaft battened down relentlessly at the opening. The straining muscles finally giving under the strain and the shaft slid inside slightly with a pop. Dean screamed out at the brutal penetration. He was pretty sure the voice next to his ear was speaking, whispering words to him, but he couldn't concentrate enough through the haze of terrible pain to understand what was being said, and, frankly, he really didn't care.

"Shhhhh… relax baby…. Gotta relax, big brother… Gotta relax for me, ok?" Sam murmured.

Dean shuddered harder as he felt the massive shaft being pressed relentlessly deeper into his unyielding body. Dean felt it shift back briefly before it was brutally rammed forward again. Dean choked and panted in a desperate attempt to breathe, the panic and pain felt like they were crushing his lungs. He felt it shift back and ram back in over and over again as he was pounded into again and again. Dean felt like he was being torn apart from the inside out by the massive organ forcing its way ever deeper inside him. It must have bottomed out at some point, because he felt the body blanketing him pressed right up close to his body, stilling its movements for a long moment and just laying on him.

More than anything in the world, Dean wanted to just slip away from existence and never come back. The night of the ritual swarmed over him and he just went limp with defeat and despair. It was that night all over again and it wasn't… he felt phantom touches and savage pain all over once again but it was slightly muted this time, tempered with the pain and feelings of the present. Dean felt the body above him begin to move again, in earnest this time, pumping in and pulling out hard and fast. Distantly, he realized that it was his brother doing this to him, hurting him like this and he was crushed anew with the betrayal of it all. Dean closed his and tried to will himself to slip away. He'd almost managed it when he felt Sam shift to a different angle as he slammed inside and then he felt a sudden bolt of white-hot pleasure as what he could only think had to be his prostate being stimulated by the rock-hard shaft pummeling away inside him. Dean couldn't help but gasp as it happened again and again. Sam pulled him up onto his knees, his face still pressed into the mattress, and letting go of his wrists in favor of pressing his huge palm to the center of his upper back to keep him pinned down still. Sam's other hand was gripped bruisingly tight at his hip, pulling his body back as he thrust forward, making each savage stroke penetrate that much deeper.

Dean felt shame burn fiercely inside himself as pleasure swirled madly in the muddled and vast pool of things he was already feeling because, God help him, his body was responding to the unwanted pleasure Sam was forcing upon him. He felt his cock shamefully strain and drip with precome as it throbbed in time with Sam's thrusts. Dean sobbed silently again at that because he didn't want it, he didn't want this but his disobedient, asshat of a body obviously did and it was getting its own way, whether he personally wanted it or not. Dean felt the hand that had been pinning him down shift again, this time slipping down around his ribcage and chest, down his abdomen until it brushed over his aching cock. Sam grazed over the straining organ lightly for a moment before closing around it in a vice-like grip and began stroking harshly, keeping pace with his thrusts. Dean gripped down tight on the edge of the bed as the demon wrung bolt after bolt of unwanted pleasure from him. He whimpered brokenly as he felt a massive, mind-blowing orgasm start to build inside him, coiling deep in his gut. He fought desperately to deny it, to stamp it out and stop it from coming, but it just kept building and when it finally ripped through him, his body seized brutally hard, making him unable to even breathe. Darkness sparkled at the edges of his vision for a few long moments before it grew bigger, its sucking tendrils crashing over and through him until they had him surrounded and then he was being drug away into the darkness. He sank down into with relief, not fighting it as he felt himself slip away completely with one final shudder of surrender.

A.N. Another chappie! Yay for me! We are trucking right along, here people! Hopefully, there will be a bit more story to come before I am done with this gig...