After knocking Dean out on the rooftop Gordon carried him down and deposited him in the trunk of his car, secretly pleased that things had gone this way. It would have been too easy just shooting little Sammy and the girl he was with, this way he got to play with Dean as well. He owed Dean for leaving him tied to a chair in that house, well now Dean was going to pay and he got to kill a monster too.

Dean still hadn't come round when he got to 5637 Monroe Street, so Gordon had to carry Dean into the property.

Once inside he deposited Dean on one of the few arm chairs in the room and proceeded to tie him to it.

He had plans for when Dean came round but in the mean time he set up a trap for Sam. Placing explosives in the back room and trip wires; no more trying to shoot the guy just blow him up.

When he had finished his surprise for the younger Winchester he was tidying up when the older brother woke up.

"When your brother rings for help, you tell him where you are," Gordon instructed calmly.

"Yeah that's going to be easy since I don't have a freaking clue," Dean rasped sarcastically.

"Oh don't worry I'll tell you where we are," Gordon replied smoothly. "You tell him you're staying at 5637 Monroe Street and to meet you here. I don't want to hear you tell him that I'm here," he replied pointing a gun at him. "You got that?"

"Crystal," Dean ground out thinking about how to alert Sam to his predicament without his brother following him into the trap.

Dean's cell started ringing, Gordon picked it up and just before he put it to Dean's ear he instructed, "make sure you get him to meet you here; 5637 Monroe Street." He kept a gun on Dean throughout the phone call.

"Hello," Dean answered glancing up at Gordon as he replied. "Sam, I've been looking for you… I know… Yeah, I talked to Ellen. Just got here myself. It's a real funky town... You ditched me Sammy… Wha Who?... I'm staying at 5637 Monroe Street, why don't you meet me here."

After ended the call and Gordon closed the phone and asked, "Now was that so hard?"

Dean smirked unable to move in the chair, "bite me," he retorted.

"Oh I intend to do more than that," Gordon replied with a smirk.

Dean tried to look at him to see what he meant but couldn't make anything out in his sideways glance. He tensed wondering what Gordon was planning, it didn't seem good. Pulling on his bindings he tried to figure out what was happening, "Hey Gordy, I know me an' Sam ain't exactly your favourite people but," he raised his hands as best he could and looked over at the man.

Gordon had his back to Dean and was sorting his weapons bag.

"Don't you think this is a little extreme," Dean continued.

"Why, you think this is revenge?" Gordon asked checking his gun still with his back to Dean.

"Well we did leave you tied up in your own mess for three days," Dean laughed, "which was awesome… Sorry I shouldn't laugh."

Gordon looked up before replying, "Yeah… I was definitely thinking of whooping your ass for that."

"Uhm," Dean agreed with a nod.

"But that's not what this is… this isn't personal," Gordon thought how to say what needed to be said. "I'm not a killer Dean… I'm a hunter… And your brother is fair game," he finished loading his gun.

Dean was stunned by the revelation.

"See I was doing an exorcism down in Louisiana… teenage girl same routine low level demon," Gordon sat opposite Dean with a rifle across his lap. "But between all the jabbering and head spinning the damn thing muttered something about a coming war… and I don't think it meant for it to slip out," he continued gesturing with his right hand. "But it was too late… peaked my interest," he added glancing at Dean. "And you can really make a demon talk if you've got the right tools."

Dean had sat listening, but now had a question, "and what happened to the girl it was possessing?"

"She didn't make it," Gordon replied impassively.

Dean shook his head, "well you're a son of a bitch."

Gordon looked at Dean and got up, walked over and slapped Dean across the face. "That's my momma you're talking about."

Dean smirked but said nothing.

Gordon stood to the side and raised his hand before continuing his rant about how he had found out about Sam and the others like him. How the hunters needed to kill them all now. Dean listened and tried arguing but there was nothing he could do to stop the man.

"You think Sam's stupid enough to walk in that front door," Dean challenged.

"No… no I don't," Gordon replied. "Especially since I'm sure you found a way to warn him," he laughed. "You really think I'm that stupid."

Dean just smirked at him and Gordon got up to look through the gaps in the boarded up windows.

"No Sammy's going to scope the place first… see me covering the front door… so he's going to take the back… and when he does he'll hit the trip wire," he shrugged at Dean. "Then boom," he continued taking a grenade out of his pack.

"Sam's not going to fall for a freaking trip wire," Dean replies confidently.

"Maybe you're right," Gordon replies picking up another grenade and showing Dean. "That's why I have a second one."

Dean swallows hard.

"Hey look… I'm sorry… I wish I didn't have to do this I really do… but for what it's worth it'll be really quick," Gordon left him to check his handy work.

When he came back Dean was annoyed. "Come on man… I know Sam better than anyone," he reasoned. "He's got more of a conscience than I do… I mean the guy feels guilty surfing internet for porn."

"Maybe you're right but one day he's gonna be a monster," Gordon counters sitting across a chair leaning on the back, he's so calm that Dean can't figure out what's happening in his head..

"How?" Dean snaps. "Huh… how does a man like Sammy become a monster?"

"Beats me but he will," Gordon replies passively.

Dean is getting angry when he replies, "Now you don't know that."

Gordon turns to look at his hostage, "I'm surprised at you Dean… getting all emotional… I'd heard you were more of a professional than this."

Dean laughed.

Gordon had planned on waiting until Sam was dead before taking his revenge on Dean so he continued with their conversation about why Sammy had to die. After gagging Dean and the look that Dean gave him to the question of whether he was the man that his father was Gordon decided he'd waited long enough to play.

Dean was still looking for a way to get out of his bindings and warn Sam, but couldn't get enough leverage.

Getting up from his chair Gordon paced to his bag. "You know what else I found out from my Roadhouse connections?" he asked the gagged man. "I found out that Sammy and you are closer than brothers, that you roll over and take it up the ass when he asks. So if you do it for a monster then you'll do it for me."

Dean was confused about what Gordon was talking about, no-one knew about his relationship with Sam at the Roadhouse. They always kept that hidden. "Don't know what you're talking about Gordy," he replied though it was muffled round the gag.

Gordon came back to him with a syringe, "Sam keeps you in line by fucking and beating you, though I'm not sure if you beg or he just takes what he wants. I should take you both out since you're letting your brother fuck you, but if you're a good bitch I might want to take a turn again," Gordon explained calmly as he jabbed the syringe through Dean's jeans and into his thigh.

"What the fuck," Dean yelled.

"It'll take a little while to work," Gordon smiled. "But the muscle relaxant will stop you being able to fight. Don't know what it'll do what this though," he continued as he rubbed a hand along Dean's crotch. "Does Sammy try and get you off first to make you relax?" he taunted as he rubbed and tweaked Dean's nipple through his T-Shirt before going back to rub Dean's cock.

Dean tried to get away but it wasn't easy being tied to a chair. The more he tried to more the more Gordon managed to rub his cock through his jeans making it stir.

Gordon laughed, "They say once you've had a black cock you never go back. Shall we put it to the test? You might not miss Sammy so much when we've finished, might just want to suck and fuck on mine."

"You freaky son of a bitch," Dean complained behind the gag.

Gordon slapped him hard again, "told you to leave my momma out of this." Gordon removed the bindings from one of Dean's legs.

Dean had every intention of flooring the guy as soon as he was loose enough but when he tried to flex the muscle in his leg, when it was released, it felt like jelly.

Gordon smiled, "it's going to be a while until you can fight me. So let's just have a bit of fun," he continued undoing the rest of the ties and hauling Dean to his feet. As soon as Dean was standing shakily Gordon moved the chair in front of Dean so that he was stood behind the back of the chair.

"I think that will do nicely," Gordon grinned pushing Dean enough that his legs gave way and he was doubled over the back of the chair. "Nice height too," Gordon mused as he re-tied Dean's arms to the arms of the chair.

Dean's head was swimming with the rush of blood that came with being half upside down and stretched across the back of the chair. Gordon continued to tie Dean's ankles to the back legs of the chair so that he was effectively immobilised again.

"Yeah that's about right," Gordon commented as he observed his handiwork. "Just one thing not quite right," he continued as he unfastened Dean's belt and jeans tugging then off his hips and down to his knees, scrapping across his stomach.

"You see when I said I was going to whoop your ass I was thinking more like ream it so you won't be able to sit down without feeling me in you for a week," Gordon whispered in Dean's ear. "Then maybe you'll think twice about trying to out smart me again."

"Son of a bitch," Dean mumbled behind the gag as he struggled.

Gordon grabbed a board from the floor and brought it down on Dean's bare ass hard. "I told you about bad mouthing my momma," Gordon complained as he observed the mark left by the board. He rubbed his hand over the mark making Dean flinch.

"That's such a good look on you, I think I'll add some more," Gordon commented and proceeded to hit Dean harder until the piece of wood shattered.

Although Dean grunted with each stroke he tried to keep his control and held back any show of emotion. The only emotion he felt was fear for his brother; this beating was nothing compared to the fear of losing Sam.

Gordon rubbed his left hand over the welts causing Dean to hiss. "Now for the main event," Gordon whispered in Dean's ear as he teased Dean's puckered entrance with a spit wet digit.

Dean's thoughts were in a whirl even Sam with his masochistic tendencies had never tried to hurt him like this. He hoped Sam wouldn't see because he never wanted to be strung out like this ever again.

As Gordon pushed two digits into him Dean realised that his muscles were beginning to feel like normal again. As he tensed Gordon brought a gun to his ear, "try anything and I'll shoot you first," he threatened.

Gordon hadn't been prepping Dean for Dean's benefit but for his own and quickly stopped when he realised that the young man could feel and react to what he was going to do. Releasing his throbbing cock from its confines he thrust into his hostage in one push.

Dean choked back a gasp as the dry thrust burned. Yeah another thing Sammy wouldn't do even in punishment, Sam always tried to make sure he wouldn't be hurt. In fact he was usually to blame if Sam wasn't lubed up, sometimes he wanted the pain. But he didn't want this, some jerk who wanted to kill his brother fucking him raw.

"I didn't think you'd be this tight," Gordon marvelled enjoying the pleasure of that tight channel clutched around his cock. "I heard that Sammy kept you open," he laughed. "But of course Sammy hasn't been around to enjoy this for a while, has he?"

Dean was thinking of lots of comebacks but with the gag they weren't very effective.

Gordon set a punishing pace which had Dean gasping behind the gag. Thrusting hard and deep Gordon was making sure that his victim would hurt for a long time. He had his rifle balanced across Dean's back as he thrust in, ready to be grabbed if Sam tried to come in the front door.

"You feel so good around my cock Dean," Gordon grunted. "I think I might want to keep doing this after little Sammy's gone. Pity I work solo, I could get use to this after a hunt. So tight and so hot."

'Sick fucker,' Dean thought. 'If it wasn't for the drug and bindings I'd fucking kill you.'

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Outside Sam was scoping the place to find out who was there.

He looked through the boards and could see his brother bent over a chair and Gordon. Gordon behind him and from his movements it was obvious that he was raping Dean.

Sam saw red nobody touched Dean; Dean was his. He could see from Dean's face that it was hurting even if Dean wasn't crying; no-body hurt his brother.

He almost forgot his plan but knew he wouldn't help Dean by being reckless. He looked again at how Gordon was pounding into his brother; he couldn't hear the words he was saying. He looked at the look of despair on his brother's face, there was no arousal or lust he just looked totally lost.

He proceeded to follow the plan and went round to find the back entrance.

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Gordon was nearly ready to come when he heard Sam breaking into the back.

"It seems like Sammy has arrived," he laughed at Dean as he thrust in hard. "I think it's time that you came with the first fireworks," he continued moving his hand to Dean's half-hard erection.

Dean wanted to fight him off and warn Sam, but he was tied too tight to move. Gordon's hand on his cock was trying to entice it to life, but it wasn't responding.

Realising that Dean wouldn't be joining in the fun Gordon stopped his ministrations and continued to pound his tight hole.

As the first explosion went off Gordon came deep in Dean and Dean shuddered in fear for Sam causing his channel to tighten around Gordon's cock. "Not yet," Gordon purred in Dean's ear as he continued thrusting through the aftershocks of his orgasm until the second explosion.

Dean was distraught after hearing the first explosion; he wasn't going to be able to stop Sam getting killed. When the second explosion occurred he wanted to fight his way out of the chair but didn't have a chance.

Gordon pulled out of Dean after the second explosion, put his cock away and zipped up. Before he went to check on Sam he pulled up Dean's jeans but left them unfastened. "Don't want you too ready for round two," he commented. "Better go check on my other handiwork," he grinned as he gave Dean a slap on the bottom.

Dean continued to struggle with the bindings as he heard fighting in the other room. 'Thank god,' he thought, 'Sam must still be alive.'

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After his struggle with Gordon, Sam was dazed when he walked into the room where Dean was being held captive.

"That's not a good pose for someone to find you," he teased as he untied his brother.

"You think I wanted you to find me like this?" Dean asked as soon as he had removed the gag. "Son of a bitch stabbed me with a muscle relaxant, I couldn't do anything."

Sam looked concerned as he helped his brother stand, "You're alright now?"

"Yeah I'm fine," his brother replied fastening his jeans and belt as he visually checked his brother. Seeing the cuts he grabbed his brother's head in his hands to check him out, "son of a bitch." He turned to go and kill Gordon.

"Dean… no," Sam ordered as his brother moved towards the other room.

Dean turned to look at him, "I let him live once, I'm not making the same mistake twice."

Sam looked at him earnestly, "trust me Gordon's taken care of." They stared at each other for a minute before he grabbed his brother's jacket and said, "come on let's get out of here."

As they left Gordon came out shooting and they jumped into a ditch watching as the police arrested Gordon.

"An anonymous tip," Sam smiled at Dean as his brother grinned back.

"You're a fine upstanding citizen Sam," Dean turned to his brother and they grinned.

Sam looked concerned as they went back to the Impala, "really Dean, did he hurt you." Knowing his brother would close this off and try to avoid Sam's advances he pushed. "I saw some of what he did when I was checking the place out; just tell me."

"Nothing to tell," Dean shrugged.

"Have I got to get you in the collar to tell me Dean?" Sam threatened and was sorry when Dean winced.

"Nothing that you haven't done but without the care," Dean replied.

"I want to see when we get back to the Impala," Sam demanded, he thought about Dean's answer. "Dean I've never raped you," he said quietly.

Dean heard the fear behind the statement, "I know, but apart from the position he didn't do anything that we haven't done."

As they pulled up in next to the Impala Sam realised how much Dean had been wincing on the journey. "I want you lying face down on the back seat with your jeans off," he instructed.

"Sam even I'm not that much of an exhibitionist," Dean complained.

"Just do it while I get the first aid kit," Sam demanded as he went to the trunk.

Dean acquiesced and tried to get himself comfortable as Sam came back waving a flashlight. "Shit Dean, what did he beat you with?"

"I think he picked a board off the floor," Dean winced as Sam pulled at his ass.

"Hope your tetanus is up to date, he warned me about the floor in there," Sam joked as he pulled splinters out of his brother. "Some of these are really deep," he warned. When he'd finished pulling as many as he could he spread antiseptic cream over the welts and scars before letting Dean get dressed in some loose sweat pants. "Do you want to rest in the back and I'll drive?" Sam asked.

"If I remember rightly the last time I hurt like this you insisted on me driving," Dean countered as he finished adjusting his clothes.

"Yeah well that was because you pushed too hard," Sam grinned. He stopped smiling before he continued, "I don't want you to make anything worse… I didn't get all the splinters out… I can't see them in this light."

"Oh," Dean sighed.

"We'll go back to my motel and finish sorting them out before getting on the road," Sam insisted.

"I could lie in the front with my head in your lap," Dean suggested with a wink.

"Yeah and we could get arrested for lewd behaviour, Devine," Sam responded with a grin as Dean settled himself on the back seat.

"Yeah I suppose you are a bit like Hugh Grant," Dean retorted sleepily, "soppy, jerk who needs a kick up the ass when he opens his mouth."

"That right," Sam teased, "in which case you can drive to the motel." Not hearing a reply he looked over at his brother who seemed to have fallen asleep after his adrenalin high, "jerk."

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The End

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