Sam sat on the hood for a few minutes after Dean had got back into the car after his confession. 'So that's what's going on,' Sam thought, a plan forming in his head. He couldn't say anything to make it right for Dean but there was something he could do. He was shocked out of his reverie by the car starting and Dean banging on the horn.

"Come on Sam get your butt in the car," Dean snarked.

"Coming Groucho," Sam replied getting in the car.

Dean didn't seem to want to talk anymore, which suited Sam it gave him time to plan for the nights events.

Dean took them to them nearest Emergency Room to get Sam's hand checked. It was broken and after getting plastered and instructions about follow-up appointments they made their way to the nearest motel.

"This sort of puts a damper on hunting," Dean complained. "Can't expect you to be back-up with a cast."

"Could have been worse," Sam responded.

Dean rolled his eyes. "And what would've been worse?"

"If I'd broken my leg I wouldn't have been able to follow you at all, at least I can tell you when to duck," he grinned. Not that he would allow a cast to stop him doing whatever was needed to keep Dean safe and alive.

The joke was lost on Dean who was still wound-up after his confession.

**********

As they entered the motel Dean headed straight for the shower dropping his bag on the floor. Since the brief conversation after leaving the hospital he had retreated back into his own world, shutting Sam out.

'Fine if that's the way you want this,' Sam thought. 'Ever since dad died you've been avoiding things, but not tonight.'

Sam set about getting things ready as he heard the shower start. 'This is going to be easier than I thought,' Sam mused.

When he heard the shower turn off he went and stood in front of the dresser to watch Dean. As Dean entered the room with just a towel draped around his hips Sam gave him the once over.

Dean seemed oblivious as he looked for his bag. "Hey dude, where's my stuff," Dean snapped angrily.

"That doesn't matter," Sam replied huskily.

Dean looked at Sam and realised that his little brother had something planned. Dean wasn't sure he wanted to play games now, wasn't sure he'd ever want to play those sort of games again. But Sam was looking at him and boy did he feel vulnerable right now. The look was pure lust and domination.

"Look Sam I'm sorry I shouldn't have said anything. Let's just forget about it and go get a drink," Dean flustered wanting to get out before Sam started talking.

"No, you're going to do as you're told," Sam responded deeply. "And you can start by dropping the towel and coming over here."

Dean remembered the first time Sam had been this commanding and claimed him. It had happened after he'd screwed up on a hunt and nearly got himself killed. Freakin' Scrawcrow. Dean felt too broken to go there now he just wanted a drink, some food, some sleep and to forget about everything he'd told Sam. This wasn't Sam wanting to talk though; this was Sam wanting something else. Something that involved taking conrol. Had he really screwed up so bad that his little brother wanted to take over again? Just thinking about the last time had his dick twitching.

"You're thinking too much," Sam growled. "Now get over here." Sam almost grinned at the internal battle he could see on Dean's face, but he kept his face neutral.

Dean knew he'd never refuse Sam anything, never had and never would, so he started slowly moving towards Sam. When he was almost in front of Sam, Sam stepped to the side and Dean could see the collar that Sam had placed on the dresser. The last time Sam had asked him to wear it they'd ended up having incredible sex but he ached for the next week. Sam had told him then that it would only come out if he thought that Dean needed to let go. Sam had used it as a last resort after Dean had been healed in Nebraska and seemed to have a death wish.

Dean looked at Sam in shock. "Sam?" he questioned.

"Just put it on," Sam commanded.

Dean looked back at it nervously. The contract for wearing it meant he'd have to do everything Sam said without question. The no talking bit was easy, he didn't feel like talking anyway, but he didn't know if he was prepared for what Sam had in mind. Did Sam really think this was anything like the last time?

"Look Sam I don't think …" Dean started almost stuttering on the words.

"Yeah well, thinking isn't your strong point," Sam replied ironically. "Now put it on," he demanded showing a confidence that he didn't really feel, but this was about getting Dean to stop acting like a dick and release some of his anguish. He would use anything which would get his Dean back.

Dean could feel himself begin to weaken; he didn't have the energy to fight over this. "What I meant was, this isn't…" he started; not having the emotional strength to fight for long. His body was beginning to respond to Sam's voice.

"A good idea," Sam finished for him sharply. "Dean I know what you need now, it's just a pity it took you so long to tell me. Now put the collar on, put your hands on the dresser on your finger tips and move your legs back and spread until you can feel the burn," he ordered gently; no need to really spook Dean. Sam knew Dean would probably try and resist further, it was a game that they played until Dean was ready to release control. Although this would be doing more than they usually did; the collar being an extra insurance that Dean would follow orders.

Dean still had the towel draped around his hips and as Sam moved to give Dean space to manoeuvre, he tugged until it came away in his hand. Sam could see that Dean was beginning to get with the program; his cock was half erect.

"Sam," Dean complained but didn't know what else to say. Yeah he wasn't ready for this but when would he be, they hadn't fucked since dad's death. He felt so not right, so hollow, nothing seemed right. Maybe the college kid did know something. Dean fingered the collar before fastening it loosely around his neck. Then he froze, what was he doing, dad had left him with a mission and it wasn't to get fucked by his little brother.

"You're still thinking too much," Sam rebuked harshly, now Dean had put the collar on Sam was in control. "Now stop stalling and assume the position," he ordered more sternly, fingering the collar and slipping a finger between it and Dean's throat. He felt Dean swallow in anticipation or was it fear. That didn't matter; all that mattered was that Dean remembered what wearing the collar meant. Sam fastened the collar more tightly so Dean could feel it dig every time he swallowed.

Dean complied to Sam's demands on weary shaky limbs, no point arguing now he'd put the collar on. Every time he swallowed he remembered that he's agreed a long time ago that Sam owned him. Agreed to do what ever Sam insisted on in the bedroom, but that Sam had only ever done things to pleasure or try to fix him in the past. Why should it be different now?

Sam grinned as he settled on the bed to wait and watch; he always enjoyed it when Dean gave up and released control. He didn't want to take things too far but today was about taking control from Dean and punishing and pleasuring him to bring him back from the brink of self-destruction. First stage was to stop him thinking about anything else, hence the collar and position.

Sam was getting hard just observing Dean's naked body as he relaxed on one of the beds. Dean's limbs were trembling with the effort to stay in the position and the chill of the room. Sam watched the muscles of Dean's shoulders twitching with the effort of leaning forward on his hands. He watched the golden skin sheen with sweat showing up the freckles across his back. As Sam's eyes roamed down to Dean's ass he could feel his own erection growing and had to remind himself this wasn't about him.

'How long have be I been standing here,' Dean thought, as he could feel the burn making his muscles twitch. Sam hadn't said anything for so long Dean thought he might have fallen asleep, though it seemed more likely he was enjoying the view and making Dean suffer. 'Little bitch,' he thought as his mind switched back to what Sam had said about being frightened by how Dean had been acting. He never wanted to frighten Sam, he just couldn't justify to himself why he was still alive.

"You're still thinking too much," Sam snapped.

Dean tried to stop thinking of anything but what was happening now in this room. He was exposed and Sam was enjoying it. Just thinking of Sam watching him caused his cock to jerk. Every muscle felt like it was burning, he was just glad Sam hadn't asked him to stand on his toes to make it worse. He needed Sam to do something soon before his muscles did it for him and that would be to collapse in a heap.

"Right Dean I've got something to make this experience a little more intense for you," Sam said calmly as he approached Dean, sensing the older man's need. Gently he ran his left hand down Dean's back to his ass then slipped a finger into the puckered hole.

Dean gasped at the intrusion. Sam's finger was dry and stung but it was good; it was making him feel something other than empty. Sam finger fucked Dean slowly avoiding his prostrate, resting his cast on Dean's back. Dean was beginning to get used to the intrusion when Sam pulled the finger out.

Dean gasped and wanted to complain but knew Sam would carry out his plan no matter what he said.

"I bought you a present but was waiting for the right time to give it to you," Sam stated calmly, taking the lube off the dresser. "I think you need something to help you tonight so let's try it for size," he continued as he slid a butt plug into his brother's hole.

Dean tried to relax around the intrusion. Sam's prep had been basic but enough for the lubed butt plug to slide in. It stung a bit but that was ok.

"I didn't want a dildo falling out as you walked to wherever I wanted you," Sam whispered seductively in Dean's ear, then continued to kiss, lathe and suck down to his collar bone. "Just let me know when it starts to hurt," he continued as he pumped up the butt plug.

Dean was in shock; yeah sometimes they used dildos but nothing like this. The sensation was becoming intense and was causing a reaction with his erection but what was Sam up to.

Dean spluttered not able to think of what he should he saying.

"I guess that means enough," Sam laughed, "but I really was expecting something in the way of real words."

"Yeah, please," Dean gasped as the intrusion started to burn. "I don't think I can take any more, sir."

"That's better," Sam replied, doing one last pump. "That wasn't so hard was it?"

"No sir," Dean gasped as every movement made his ass muscles clench around the plug. Yeah this was definitely stopping him thinking of anything else.

"Right now go and lie over the counter, chest flat against the surface but far enough back that your dick hangs free," Sam commanded letting the pump fall between Dean's legs.

'What was it with Sam and these uncomfortable, exposed positions,' Dean thought, as he almost staggered to the breakfast bar on legs that felt like jelly. Dean slowly got himself settled and turned his face toward Sam. He was surprised that although Sam had a hard-on he was still fully dressed, well he'd taken off his jacket and over shirt but nothing else. Dean wanted to ask when Sam would be stripping but with the collar on he could only answer Sam's questions.

Sam could sense some of Dean's questions. "I know what you're thinking Dean and it's got to stop," Sam instructed as he approached. "You think you don't belong here with me. You said as much in your little confession. You think that everything is your fault and that you should be dead and yet you call me selfish. You want to take the easy way out and get killed on a hunt."

Sam paused beside Dean almost wanting to choke his brother on his cock but that wouldn't help now.

Dean looked like he wanted to say something but Sam didn't want Dean talking yet and knew Dean wouldn't say anything until asked.

"Now I'm going to punish you for thinking like a dick," Sam informed him, resting his cast on Dean's back again. He brought the pump up under Dean's leg so that he could hold it in his right hand. Then he pumped the butt plug again, thinking that some of the pressure would have released while Dean was getting comfortable. Then without warning he brought his hand down on Dean's left buttock hard.

Dean gasped. He wasn't expecting Sam to spank him and that freaking hurt.

"So you think that leaving me here with dad would have been the right thing to do," Sam continued bringing his hand down on Dean's right buttock and then pumping the butt plug again.

"Do you really think dad and I could work together?" Sam asked with another strike on the left buttock.

Dean wanted to complain this was freaking hurting, just pain no pleasure, and if Sam pumped that plug any further he didn't know if he could take it. What's with the questions anyway it's not like he was allowed to answer them.

Not waiting for Dean's reply Sam continued, "do you really think I could get on with life after losing my brother and lover?" Another smack and pump. Sam observed the how red Dean's ass was after the first couple of smacks and the sight further aroused him. He noticed that Dean's erection which had sagged after the first slap was now growing again.

"Dad knew that we were working well together, even if he didn't know everything. Do you think that he would have sacrificed himself for you to go off the deep-end? Even if that's what he did," Sam continued with his assault as tears came to his eyes.

Dean's world became pain; pain of the spanking and the enlarged butt plug. He wanted to get Sam to stop but wouldn't admit it hurt. He bit back the gasps that threatened to spill from his lips with each fall of Sam's hand. Tears were beginning to well in his eyes but he was holding them back from spilling.

"People may have died to keep you alive, but a lot more would die if you weren't here, starting with me," Sam finished his monologue and assault. Moving behind Dean he undid his jeans and removed his hard cock.

"So big brother are you ready to be fucked and get back with the fucking program? Or should I walk away now?" Sam threatened, releasing the pressure in the butt plug and then removing it from Dean.

Dean gasped as the butt plug was removed. He trembled; the pain from the assault had been bad enough but Sam's words had really hit him hard. He never wanted to leave Sam or for Sam to leave him. He'd been ready to give up before the demon and accident; he didn't think he could hold it together any longer. Then dad's death had flipped the switch that made him want to give up and take all the evil bastards with him. Sam had been forgotten in his grief and anger. He was supposed to protect Sam not treat him like nothing mattered; Sam always mattered and it was up to him to protect him not put him in danger; especially when the biggest danger was from his own brother.

"Dean I'm waiting and not feeling very patient," Sam snapped as he brought his hand down on Dean's buttocks.

Dean gasped broken out of his reverie, "I'm sorry Sam."

"I didn't ask if you were sorry. I asked if you wanted to be fucked or should I walk away?" Sam reiterated dropping to his knees.

"Please Sam, fuck me," Dean replied in a moan.

"Please what?" Sam asked resuming the role but leaned forward to lick Dean's abused hole.

"P-Please sir," Dean faltered trying not to buck onto the tongue pushing into him. "Please sir, fuck me."

"Is there anything else you want to tell me while you can?" Sam asked, grasping the root of his own erection to delay the inevitable. He resumed pleasuring Dean's hole as he waited for his reply.

"Oh god, that's so good Sammy," Dean moaned.

Sam stopped again, "I know I'm good. What are you going to do after I've fucked you?"

As Sam resumed, Dean thought about what Sam was asking. "I'm going to suck your dick so you can take me again," Dean replied uncertainly.

Sam almost laughed as he stopped licking and kissing Dean's ass. "I don't mean in this room, I mean when we leave here."

Sam nipped along Dean's back as he stood up.

"You're not expecting me to go all chick flick, are you?" Dean questioned feeling offended.

Sam slapped his already red buttocks. "No questions," Sam admonished. "I can't imagine you ever doing that, but what do you think I do expect in future?"

Dean relaxed as Sam's finger once again entered his hole. He couldn't help the moan or his hips bucking for move; his cock was hurting but getting no relief and he needed to come soon. "I'll try to let you know what's bugging me before it becomes a problem again."

Sam smiled, "only try, seems you don't want a fuck as much as I thought."

Dean rolled his eyes, "Sammy you've got me positioned here to make life easier for you. I'm as hard as a rock and you want me to promise to be good. Come on, I'm trying but sometimes I fuck-up."

Sam slapped Dean's ass again and then slid a finger under the collar and pulled it tight. "Did you forget the contract?"

Dean swallowed, feeling the tightness of the collar round his Adam's apple. "I'm sorry I just don't think I can promise to get it right every time, sir."

"Then you'd better try really hard otherwise I might start enjoying doing this. Just so we're clear if you ever start acting like you've got a death wish I shall beat and fuck you so hard you won't be able to sit for a week without feeling it," Sam growled. Removing his finger from the collar he continued, "so do you want me to fuck you and let you come now?"

"Please sir fuck me and make me come," Dean moaned.

Sam lined up his erection and thrust harshly into Dean, eliciting a gasp of pain. The pain soon turned to pleasure as Sam continued to pound into Dean's body hitting his prostrate every time.

Sam could feel his own orgasm building and reached around to palm Dean's erection. Sliding his hand up and down Dean's erection with a twist twice was enough to bring him to the edge. Sam smiled to himself; at least that was one thing that had been fixed. It might take longer to completely fix Dean, but a Dean not interested in sex was too introspective and moody.

"Come for me Dean," he whispered in the older man's ear as he kissed down across his shoulder continuing to thrust into him.

Dean came shooting come over the side of the counter and clamping down on Sam's erection. It was enough to have Sam coming deep inside of him.

Just before they collapsed Sam removed the collar. "Does that feel better now?" Sam whispered as he undid the buckle.

"It will do when my ass stops smarting," Dean replied cockily.

Sam slapped his buttocks again. "Well get yourself into bed now."

"Thought we were going for a drink and some food?" Dean snarked moving towards the bed.

"Do you think you could sit down for it," Sam grinned.

"Mmm, guess you're right," Dean admitted as he sat on the edge of the bed. "You joining me?"

"In a second," Sam replied shrugging out of his clothes and climbing in beside Dean. "Are we good?"

"Yeah," Dean replied sleepily. "Can you stay inside tonight?"

"You want to sleep with me in you?" Sam asked in surprise.

"Need to keep you close tonight," Dean responded as Sam spooned behind him.

"You sure, it's going to hurt more?" Sam asked worried that he might have pushed too far in his own distress about the situation.

"Yeah I'm sure," Dean grinned. "Just next time can we stick to one kink. I'm not sure which hurts more my ass cheeks from the spanking, my ass from that freakin plug or my back from your freaking cast. Man that thing's heavy."

"And you still want me inside," Sam laughed.

"Yeah well after all the emo crap, I just don't want you moving without me knowing," Dean slurred.

Sam smiled as he slid back into his brother, eliciting a grateful gasp. He might not have said it but that was more like his Dean, giving the snarky answer to avoid saying what he really wanted.



The End

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