#darksam

Pairing (none so far): Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Castiel, Garth, Mentioned: Bobby Singer

MoC set after Season 13

Summary: Years of hunting, sacrifices and losses let the Winchesters drift into darkness. Was their last sacrifice too much or can the reader bring light into their darkened world?

Warnings: Violence, Angst, Language, Kidnapping, Dub!Con (unwanted touching, fingering), Dark!Dean, Dark!Sam

You wake up. Your head is spinning and your jaw feels like…shit…like a wrecking ball hit your head. You look around you’re not at the old factory. Maybe Garth picked you up…no he’s in the hospital…

“Ah, she’s awake!” Dean grunts.

“Dean?”

“You know my name? Who told you who I am?” He asks in an angry tone.

“No one! I’m Y/N! We met at Bobby’s house. The last time we saw each other was six years ago!” you say.

“There were a lot of useless hunters around!” He yells now.

“Why did you hit me? I saved your ass! And where the heck am I!” you yell back.

“That was our hunt! You had no right to disturb us!”

“Disturb? I tried to help! I hunted down three out of seven wolves! But I guess Garth was right. Should have stayed away from the famous Winchesters!” you sass back.

“Helped? I doubt that, Sam and I are capable enough to hunt alone!”

“Fine! Then I hit the road now. Forget you ever met me!” You try to get up but your head is spinning. Two rough hands grabbing your wrists harshly.

“No, no Sweetheart. You’re not going anywhere!” Dean says pinning you back on the bed.

“That’s our secret bat cave and you know now where it is! Can’t let you tell anyone!”

“I didn’t see anything. I was knocked out. Remember?” You say and your brain tells you that they won’t let you go no matter what you say.

“Nope. You play by our rules now. You took our kills. You pay for it!” Dean says smirking, slamming the door shut, locking it from outside.

‘Shit!’ You’re screwed. ‘Okay, focus, Y/N they are hunters! They won’t kill you or would they? They hurt Garth, a former friend…

1 hour later

You look in the mirror and your jaw is black and blue. You carefully touch it. ‘Not broken.’ Thank God. You clean your face, freeing it from the dried blood.

The door slams open. “I checked your purse, you’re a doctor?” Sam asks.

“Yes, I’m…Why?”

“You have to patch us up, now!” He grunts, grabbing your arm with full force.

“Ouch! Okay, no need to hurt me! I’ve got a first aid bag in my car. Or did you leave it at the factory?”

“No, Dean insisted to bring it with us, just like you.” Sam eyes you up, like you’re their prey.

“Stay here, I get the bag. Don’t move or I…” He growls moving toward…well you don’t know where he’s going.

‘Where the fuck am I?’ You wonder, looking around you see shelves with books, tables with reading lamps, laptops. It looks like… a library? But there are bedrooms too… no library? What did Dean say, bat cave?

“Ah, Good Girl! So you can follow orders! Good to know!” Sam says smiling wickedly.

You gulp; you don’t want to know what he means. Your hunter instincts tell you to remain calm and to wait for your chance, but the little girl inside of you is afraid of the two large hunters. They are…evil? No, not evil but they are like…darkened versions of their former selves.

“Dean needs help first!”

You nod. Dean and Sam take their shirts of. ‘Shit!’ If you weren’t afraid of the both of them you would be turned on, you always wondered how they look without a clothes.

“Where’s the wound?” you asks shyly.

“Sam has a huge cut on his back and I got one from my chest” Dean says.

You grab your first aid bag…well a huge duffle bag with medical stuff… wait… I’ve got scissors …in it… and…

“Don’t worry your pretty head; I removed all possible weapons from the bag.” Dean smirks at you.

‘Shit! Did he read my mind?’

“I… I was just looking for some sanitizer; you know to clean the wound!” You lie.

“Really? Shall I believe you? Sam asks, suddenly standing closer next to you. You can feel his breath fanning over your neck.

“Yes, I’m a doctor! I help people. I don’t hurt them.” You say.

“We don’t hurt people either, accept they deserve it.” Dean states.

You gulp. “You need to lie down please, so I can clean the wound and see if it needs stitches.”

“Hey Sammy, we just meet again after 6 years and she already wants to lay down with me!” Dean says wiggling his eyebrows.

“I… no. I need to…” you stammer, face flushed.

You clean the wound, carefully. It needs stitches. Shit. You have to crawl up his body to fix this.

“I… I need to stitch this up; it’s a pretty deep cut.” You whisper.

Dean nods. Smiling… did he smile? No he was smirking.

“You, can you, well spread your legs so I can place my leg between and stitch you up?” you stammer.

“Ah, Sweetheart, isn’t it your job to spread your legs for us?” Dean asks smirking again.

‘Wait…what did he say…and did he say us?’

“In your dreams Winchester, I need to stitch this up or you will loose more blood!” You sass back.

Suddenly Sam grabs your hair harshly. “Firstly you don’t talk back, you do as we say. Secondly no tricks!”

“Ouch!” you scream, nodding.

You crawl between Deans legs to have a better position to stitch his wound. And oh god his cock is hard, you can feel “it” poking into your leg. You take a deep breath. “This is going to hurt like a bitch!” You say.

Dean nods. You begin stitching him up and he doesn’t move a muscle. ‘Does he even feel pain?’ you wonder.

“Years of getting hurt. One day you don’t feel anything, anymore.” Dean says, you can almost hear sadness in his voice.

“I see.” You say smiling at him, caressing his now closed wound with your index finger.

He looks up at you with a puzzled expression.

You realize what you did…what to say? ”Does this hurt, is the stitch to taut?” You ask, bandaging the wound.

“No, perfect, maybe you’ll get a reward later.” He says in a husky tone.

“I… I need to stitch up Sam, now.” You say.

You move toward Sam looking at his back. He’s too tall you can’t reach the wound.

“Can you sit down? I… I’m too short. I can’t reach the wound on your back.”

He takes place on the bed and you’re kneeling behind him. Cleaning his wound carefully, just like Deans. He makes a noise…did he just moan? No, you must misheard that.

“Sam, I need to stitch this up too. Can you lie on your stomach? It’s easier for me to stitch you up that way.”

“Well, I would prefer you lying on your stomach and I take care of you, but let’s start with stitching me up.” Sam grunts, your eyes widen at his words.

You start stitching up his wound, just like Dean he doesn’t react to the pain. ‘Can they feel anything?’ Lost in your thoughts you overhear Dean’s words…

“Hey, if someone TAKES CARE of her it’s me. You wanted to leave her behind.” Dean growls.

You can feel Sam tense. Before you can react he jumps up, what causes you to fall out of the bed smashing your head hard against the nightstand. “Ouch!” is all you can say and the lights go out again.

1 hour later

You wake up and well your legs are naked? Why are you legs naked? You can feel a hand moving over your legs, higher to your tights…You open you eyes and see Dean.

He’s smirking down at you. “Told ya, I give you a reward.”

You try to push his hand away. Suddenly he seems angry. “Well, I tried to be a gentleman, but…”

“Gentleman? Beating me up? Kidnapping me? And now I’m suddenly half naked and you’re touching me!” you yell.

“Yep. I was a gentleman, but now I take what I want!” He crawls up your body and pins your wrists up your head with one hand, moving one of his legs between yours. Your try to wiggle your body but he’s too strong, to heavy. He moves the other hand between your legs and starts moving toward your mound. He slides his rough fingers through your folds.

“Dean, stop!”

“Really? But why are you so wet, Sweetheart?” He asks.

“I…please don’t, do this Dean.” You plea.

He circles his fingers through your folds. Slowly pushing two digits into your wet heat, thrusting in and out while rubbing your clit. He’s curling his fingers until he finds your sweet spot and you cry out.

“Ah, there it is. You like that, right?” Dean continues pumping his fingers in and out and rubs your clit even harsher. You don’t want to come but he knows what he’s doing. Dean’s brushing over your sweet spot over and over again, while rubbing your clit harshly; you can’t stop it and come undone

He retreats his fingers and tries to spread your legs for him. You start sobbing.

“Dean, please. Not like this. Please. You’re not a monster. You’re a good man, you’re not a rapist. Please don’t do this.”

He looks up at you with his green eyes and sees your terrified look. Suddenly he realizes that you don’t want this, you’re really afraid of him. He releases your hands and backs up.

“I…I’m sorry…I.” he stammers, running out of the room.

Dean runs down the hallway and crashes into Sam. “Dude, are you drunk?” Sam jokes, looking at his brother’s face he knows something’s off.

“What happened saw a ghost?” Then he hears you crying. “Dean, what have you done? Did you hit her again? The first time you wanted to knock her out and the second time was an accident, well my fault. But there’s…” Sam can’t finish the sentence.

“I didn’t hit her…” Dean stammers.

“And why is she crying, that’s not the way to win her over for us, ya know! You wanted company, a “roommate”, maybe more.” Sam states.

“I…when she touched my wound, no caressed my wound, I felt something for the first time in years!”

“I know, Dean me too, but we need to be careful, I mean we kidnapped her, you hit her, not a way to ask her to help us with…you know.”

“I couldn’t stop, I needed to touch her. After she touched my wound, I thought, she wanted me to touch her too.” Dean says casting his look down.

“Dean! Don’t tell me. Don’t tell me you did…did you force her to something? Don’t tell me you raped her! Cause then I’m going to beat the shit out of you.” Sam yells.

“NO! I didn’t. But I kinda made her come on my fingers. And if she wouldn’t have begged me to stop, Sammy, I don’t know. She was terrified, but she said I’m a good man. But, I look in the mirror and I hate what I see.” Dean says sadly.

“Shit, Dean…that’s no better. You forced her to something she didn’t want to do.”

“I see if I can calm her down.” Sam says.

“You scared her too, the whole time. I guess we need to give up. We can’t…” Dean can’t finish the sentence.

He sees you standing in the hallway, shaken, tears streaming down your face. Your jaw and your left eye are black and blue.  

“Do you want to kill me now?” You ask.

“No, no, Baby Girl, no. Look, I’m sorry. I thought you wanted me to touch you. I’ll never do it again.” Dean pleas.

“I wanted you to touch me? When a woman says NO, she means NO, even if Dean Winchester is touching her!” you yell.

Pairing (none so far): Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Castiel, Garth

MoC set after Season 13

Summary: Years of hunting, sacrifices and losses let the Winchesters drift into darkness. Was their last sacrifice too much or can the reader bring light into their darkened world?

Warnings: Violence, Language, Dark!Dean, Dark!Sam

 “When did the Winchesters loose their way?”

“Why can’t I make them see they’re drifting into darkness? Every day, they drift into darkness even more. They still hunt, but just for fun. No family business, no saving people, only hunting things, even torturing them. Maybe I need to end them? Or maybe I need to send them a ray of light.” Castiel thinks to himself.

 2 weeks later

“Y/N, it’s a pack of werewolves, bad wolves, not nice guys like me and my family.” Garth explains.

“Got it Garthie, going to hit the road and be there in 5 hours. Don’t worry I’ve got it. I know how hard it is for you to hunt…well some of your own kind. But as you said they’re the bad guys.” You say.

“Alright, you can come around my place and I’ll give you all information I’ve got. But you should know someone already killed on of the wolves.”

“Shit! Another hunter, maybe? Someone in town, you’ve noticed? ”

“Haven’t heard anything, normally they would call me, asking for help or backup!” Garth says.

“Yeah, stupid move, now the wolves are warned. Anyways I’m on my way. Be careful Garth!” You hang up, shaking your head. ‘Idjits! How can someone only take one pack member down?’

5 hours later

You park you car in front of Garth’s house, something’s off, no lights. He said he’ll wait for me, his family isn’t around but he should be here. You grab your gun out of your bag, making your way to the front door. ‘Shit!’ The door is smashed. You hear someone groan in pain.

You make your way into the house. Garth! He’s lying on the floor, his face is bloody. His leg has an unnatural angle.

“What happened?”

“Winchesters! They wanted to know were the pack is. They thought we belong to them!” Garth says his voice full of pain.

“Winchesters? Sam and Dean Winchester? I thought they are dead. And weren’t they your friends?” You ask. Why should a hunter, hurt another hunter? Yes, Garth is a wolf now, but he’s still a hunter.

“Shit! I guess they killed the other wolf. I’m going to call the ambulance, hold on, Garth!”You grab your phone and dial 911.

“Y/N, I know where the pack is, I located it outside the town in an old factory, 5 or more wolves. I guess the Winchesters are already there. But…you know… they are not the men they used to be. I didn’t want to believe the rumours but now…I see what the other hunters mean.” Garth explains.

“Okay, got it. They ambulance will be there in 10 minutes, Garth. Got to hit the road to kill the pack.”

“Maybe, you should stay away and let them have their way, they are dangerous. All other hunters refuse to work with them, too many were killed, as they don’t care about their partners or victims or rules!”

“But they are still hunters and 5 or more wolves are too much to handle alone, even for two Winchesters!” You say.

You make your way back to your car. ‘Is Garth right or they no longer the men you used to know, you used to love?’

You haven’t seen the Winchesters since… wow…6 years. Maybe they have changed, but…

1 hour later

Two down. Six two go…

You arrived just in time; the brothers are surrounded by six more wolves. You take another one down with you silver bullets, Sam and Dean take down four more. The last one tries to attack Dean from behind. The Winchesters are so engrossed reloading their guns they don’t recognize the last one, but you already aim your gun shooting him, he goes down. ‘Jackpot.’ You squeal.

Now the brothers look into you direction. Surprised to see you, Dean walks toward you. ‘Did they overlook me before?’ You wonder, suddenly you feel pain shooting through your jaw.’

Summary: Years of hunting, sacrifices and losses let the Winchesters drift into darkness. Was their last sacrifice too much or can the reader bring light into their darkened world?

Pairing: Dean x Reader x Sam

Darkened Part 1

Darkened Part 2 (dubcon!)

Darkened - Part 3

Darkened - Part 4

Darkened - Part 5

Darkened Part 6 (smut)