My Curse @mystic75
Chapter 9

Sam walked out of his bedroom with his gear ready to go and stopped outside of y/n's room. He knocked on the door, expecting to hear her footsteps walking toward him, but there was only silence. He knocked again, but there was still no answer.

"Y/n?", Sam called. "I'm going to get Dean. I'll be back in a few days, OK?" Sam turned to leave but stopped after just a few steps and went back to her door. He just couldn't leave things between him and y/n the way they were. "I... I'm sorry about what I said earlier, y/n. I didn't mean it. I was angry. And I-I took it out on you." When he got no response, He closed his eyes and leaned his forehead on the door. "I'm so sorry", Sam whispered. After a long moment he stood back up and made his way down the hall toward the war room. Just as he got to the map table, Sam heard a voice calling out to him frantically.

"SAM! WAIT!" Sam spun around and saw y/n running down the corridor toward him. She ran into his chest, nearly knocking him down. "I'm sorry, Sam! I shouldn't have yelled at you like that!" Sam pushed her shoulders back so he could look at her face.

"No, I'm the one who should be sorry!", Sam said, shaking his head. "I was acting like an ass! I know you didn't want to kiss him! I just saw red! I saw you kissing that fucking prick and I..."

"Why did that make you so angry, Sam?", y/n whispered. "It was just a kiss." Sam looked away, afraid that she'd find out his secret. That it was written all over his face. He wanted so badly to be the one holding her to him and kissing her the way Death had. To make sweet and passionate love to her the way Dean used to.

"I... I have to go", Sam stammered breathlessly, not meeting y/n's bewildered gaze. "We're running out of time to save Dean." Sam turned to pick up his gear from the table and y/n grabbed his arm.

"Sam, what's wrong? Talk to me!" Sam dropped his head and slammed his bag back down on the table, making y/n flinch. "S-Sam? Plea..." Sam suddenly turned on his heals and grabbed y/n's face in both hands and pressed his lips to hers before he could stop himself. Y/n was so caught off guard that her mind went blank for a few seconds. She just stood there, wide-eyed. Unable to move or think. But suddenly her brain snapped back into focus and y/n's eyes slipped slowly closed and her mouth began to move against his. Sam let go of her face and wrapped his arms around her waist while she grabbed the back of his head and pulled him closer. He turned them both and walked her backwards toward the table. When her hips hit the edge, Sam pushed her backwards onto the tabletop. He leaned over her with his hips wedged between her legs.

"Saaa...", y/n tried to speak around the lips moving over her mouth, but it came out all muffled and incoherent. Sam was grabbing at the tie of her robe, trying to get it open. Things were going way beyond just a kiss. She shoved at his shoulders and he pulled his mouth away from hers. "Sam! Stop! Please!" Sam straightened up quickly, panting hard. "I... I can't, Sam!

"I'm sorry, y/n!", Sam wheezed. "Fuck!"

"Sam?", y/n whispered. "It's ok!" Sam was frantically shaking his head. He knew what he'd done was wrong. He knew way down deep in his bones. But at that moment, he hadn't cared. He wanted her and he was done hiding it. But, now he would have to deal with the consequences of his own selfish desires.

"I... I gotta go." Sam turned around and came face to face with Dean's enraged glare.

"Hey, baby brother!", Dean snarled just before a fist came flying at Sam's face. The fist connected squarely with Sam's nose and Sam flew backwards, his back hitting the edge of the table, between y/n's legs. He slid to the floor and fell on his side, holding his nose. Dean leaned over Sam and grabbed him by the collar of his jacket. His fist slammed into Sam's face over and over again, while y/n just laid there, frozen in terror. Finally Dean dropped Sam's limp body on the floor and slowly stood up until his angry eyes fell on HIS woman. She was lying on the table with her legs still spread like a wanton whore. Y/n gasped and tried to scramble backwards to the other side of the table, but Dean's hand shot out and grabbed her by the ankle, jerking her ass back to the edge of the table. He stood between her legs, much like Sam had just a moment ago. "Gonna let Sammy have a taste, weren't you, y/n?"

"Dean?! N-NO! NO I..." Y/n's protests were cut off by a hard back hand to her right cheek. She squealed at the sudden pain in her face as Dean grabbed her wrists and slammed them down on the table on either side of her head. He pressed himself down on top of her, panting his hot breath in her face.

"SHUT UP!", Dean bellowed in her face. "I'M SICK OF YOUR LIES!"

"NO DEAN! I... I love you!", y/n sobbed. "I w-would never do that! I..." Y/n was cut off again. This time by Dean's mouth attacking hers. He slammed into her face so forcefully that his teeth collided with hers painfully. He was pushing so hard on her jaw that she couldn't close her mouth. Y/n screamed into his mouth, pulling a animalistic growl from Dean.

"Mmm... I missed that", Dean panted when he finally pulled away. "I thought you might have missed me too, but I come home to find my brother trying to fuck you!" Dean let go of one of y/n's wrists and grabbed her by the throat. "Did you want Sammy to FUCK YOU?" Dean punctuated the question with a hard thrust of his hips. Y/n sobbed harder, shaking her head. "Why don't I believe you, y/n?!" The mark was screaming at him that she was a lying bitch and Dean believed it. "Did you fuck him after I left, HUH?" Another painful thrust made y/n cry out.

"NO, DEAN! I DIDN'T! I SWEAR!", y/n screamed hysterically. Dean grabbed both her wrists in one hand over her head and pulled her head up by her hair.

"LIAR!", He screeched at her, slamming her head back down on the table. Y/n's mind was in a daze and her head swam. Dean let go of her hair and slapped his hand down between her legs, pulling a surprised gasp from her. "YOU'VE BEEN SLUTTIN' THIS PUSSY ALL OVER TOWN, HAVEN'T YOU?!"

"NO!", y/n screamed. Dean slammed her head back on the table again and she went limp. Y/n was still conscious but pretty much immobilized. Dean stood up and bent down next to his brother.

"I didn't want to get you involved in this, Sammy, but some things I just can't forgive." Dean stood back up, grabbed Sam by the wrists, and dragged him over to one of the stone pillars. Dean propped him up against it and walked back over to the table where Sam's duffel bag sat. He rummaged around in it for a moment and then pulled out a coiled length of rope. "Ever the boy scout, eh Sammy? Always prepared!", Dean said with a smile. He pulled Sam's arms back as far as they would go and tied them around the pillar. By the time Dean was done with Sam, y/n was trying to stand up from the table, but crumpled to the floor when her legs gave out from under her. She tried to crawl away as he stalked after her, but she was in too much of a fog to get very far. Dean grabbed a fistful of y/n's hair and hauled her up off the floor. He turned her around to face him and those green eyes raked up and down her body.

"It's time for the mark to have some fun."

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