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He was tall, shaggy brown hair down to his shoulders, eyes a little too green to call hazel, thin, but his smile was bright and dimpled. Dean just wanted to be next to him, play a game of pool with him, buy him a few beers and forget his name every time that he said it.

‘Course, Dean wasn’t too good at follow through with what he meant.

Found himself pressed down to the rough sheets of a motel, as unfamiliarly familiar as they all are, head swimming with stuff harder than he usually drank, feeling hollow and needy and he hated that he couldn’t sew up this kind of wound. Couldn’t patch it and call it a day and move on. 

So he let this guy, what’s his name, hold him down with a hand between his shoulder blades and one on his hips, pushing in to him, voice a little too rough, touch too insistent and confident. It kinda felt good. It was nice, in a way. It was noise and warmth, and that made it better than nothing.

Dean woke up alone the next day, used condom splatted on the floor next to the mattress and there was that at least. This time, the motel room only had his stuff in it. And what few things of Sam’s he’d shoved into the bottom of his duffel. It was fine.

There were no new messages on his phone.

Dean brushed his teeth and showered and there was a small ache between his legs that was at least distracting while he drove, so he didn’t have to think too hard or long on how empty the Impala was.

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He’d left some messages on Dad’s phone, and some on Sam’s phone. Didn’t get a reply from either, and wasn’t it just funny how Sam always wanted to insist that he was different from Dad.

Dean found a case for himself, something to keep him busy. A salt and burn, something he could do in his sleep, although it took him a little longer on the research without his little whiz kid brother to do the mind work. But he managed, only a little bruised, and the swell of pride as he stood over a burning grave was for the first time something all his, that only he had earned and worked for, and he almost thought that he could make it.

Leaning forward, he let his tongue gently lick at the head. Soft little kitten licks, and he was rewarded with a bob as the cock grew a little harder.

Dean smiled and leaned more forward, his tongue practically touching the stall wall as he got as close to the base as he could and licked along the underside of the shaft back to the head before taking it in his mouth.

He gave the head a good suck before letting it fall out of his mouth. And then he opened up and took it in again. His lips sealing around it and moving down until the head hit the back of his throat.

Dean moaned softly as he felt it grow harder, bigger, against his tongue. A low moan from the other side met his ears making him grow harder in his jeans.

As he pulled back, his tongue moving along a vein as he went, his hands got to work on undoing his jeans and freeing himself.

Once he had a firm grip, fingers wrapped tight around his length with his left hand, his right hand gripped the cock in front of him. His lips sealed around it again and he bobbed his head in time with the hand on his own cock, moaning around the strangers length.

It didn’t take too long for Dean’s moans to get a bit louder, his body beginning  to tense as he struggled to keep up his rhythm on the cock in his mouth.

He shifted so he could take as much as possible in. Groaning as he felt the head pushing into his throat. Whoever was on the other side took the hint and started thrusting forward, fucking his face.

Drool began to dribble down Dean’s chin, unable to really swallow it down. Tears prickled at his eyes, his throat being used and his fist pumping his cock fast and hard, chasing his release. His now free hand pressed to the stall wall for balance.

His throat constricted, his whole body tensing as he came hard, spurts of cum  coating the wall and floor, like so many others had before him. Just another layer to dry there on the wall.

The noise that came out of his mouth was barely more than a gurgle around all that cock and drool. And then the thrusts got harder before they stopped. Dean did his best to fight pulling back as the stranger swelled on his tongue and shot down his throat.

Dean gurgled again, his eyes rolling back into his head, cum leaking out and down his chin.

When the stranger started to slowly pull back, Dean swallowed what he could, licking up the rest from the cock and his lips.

And then it was gone.

He waited until the stranger left before he got up and began cleaning himself up and tucking himself away. Stepping out of the stall, he went for the sink. A quick glance in the mirror made him smile. He always did look good with cum on his face. He ran a finger up his chin collecting a bit and popped the finger in his mouth before turning on the water.

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As he turned back to the bar, and his drink, his smile was gone. “Don’t hold your breath.” He had no intention of still being in town tomorrow. Hearing someone come in, he glanced to his right, over to the door. There he was. The person Dean was waiting for.

When Dean got the itch, no pretty girl in a bar with too many friends could scratch it. Too many friends meant too many people to report her missing, and too many eyes having seen him with her, no matter how careful he was. So he’d retreat to the deepest, and darkest part of the internet to find what he was looking for.

All it took, was a few drinks, and a few words. This guy’s kink was a bit of a specialty. Rare, like Dean’s. And Dean was careful when it came to finding “partners.” He’d find people into his idea of fun, people who really got off on it. But also people who were loners. They were more likely to follow him where he wanted to go, and this guy was more than eager.

Dean called it Horror fucking.

See, Dean found people who were into the idea of vore, and fucking in weird abandoned places. Dean wasn’t going to eat the guy, no.. Vore wasn’t Dean’s kink. Dean liked to fuck someone as they died.

“Just over here.” Dean grinned, green eyes sparkling as he lead the man further. He was careful to pick where it would happen. Everything planned out to perfection. And a deal struck with someone he really shouldn’t be talking to.

“So.. you’re into-”

“No. Not really. My buddy is though.” Dean smiled. “I just like to fuck while he does it. You don’t mind, do you?”

It took the other man off guard, but then he shook his head. “The more the merrier..” He said awkwardly. Nerves creeping up, but Dean knew this wasn’t something he got often. So he got reassuring smile, and continued to follow Dean.

Dean pounded into him, his head back with a groan as the screams surrounded him. When he looked down, he smiled at the fear in the man’s eyes. The man across from him, leaned down and took another bite, tearing at the flesh. “Mmm. It’s good being on fresh meat again.”

“Just shut up, I’m trying to get off.” Dean shot.

The other man cackled as Dean picked up his pace. “I wonder how you taste.” The other man licked his lips.

“Fuck off, and enjoy your damn meal.” Dean grumbled, a hand wrapped around his victims cock and started to pump it. He moaned as the screams got louder, body twitching. This was why he chose these people. As scared as they were, they still reacted. Dean didn’t need it to get off, but it made it better. “Come on, buddy. Cum with me while I fill your asshole.”

His mouth was covered as his guttural yell ripped through him, the end result being muffled by the cold hand covering it. He tensed in Dean’s hand, cumming up his stomach and over Dean’s fingers.

“Fuck, that’s it.” Dean ground, taking what was on his hand, cum and blood, and smearing it onto himself as he slammed in with everything he had and came hard. His fingers digging into the strong thighs they held on to. “Fuck…”

While Dean got dressed, he barely glanced behind him. “You remember the deal?”

He heard a rustle, and when he glanced back, the other man- ghoul, really- looked exactly like the man he had been fucking. “I move around looking like him for at least another hour. Get myself on video somewhere. Then Cory over there,” He motioned to a man off a few yards away. “Gets his meal, and this guy finally dies. Giving you an alibi, and letting us work with you again in a couple of weeks.”  Dean opened his mouth, but was cut off quickly. “You’re getting hungrier, Winchester. Harder to satisfy. Are you sure you aren’t one of us?”

“Fuck you.” Dean shot at him. “Don’t make me regret making this fucking deal with you.”

“Is the big bad hunter going to kill his alibi?” The ghoul teased.

Dean was dragged out of the shower two days later and arrested on suspicion of murder. He now had to do something he’d avoided doing for years. Sighing, he grabbed the phone off the hook, and made his one phone call. 

Waking up to a ringing phone, Sam groaned and rolled over. His hand reached out, slamming against the bedside table until he hit it. Eyes still closed, he answered it. “Hello?”

“Hey-ya Sammy. How’s everything?”

“Dean?” Sam turned, peeking one eye open to look at the time. “What do you want?”

“Can’t a brother call and check in on his baby brother once in awhile without wanting something?”

“A brother can, yeah, but not you, Dean. I haven’t heard from you since-”

“Who’s fault was that?” Dean grumbled.

“Are you calling to give me shit for leaving? Dean I didn’t want that life, I never wanted that life. I have it good here. I-”

“I know.” Dean sighed.

“What do you need, Dean? Is it dad?”

“No.”

Sam eyes were open now, his forearm across his forehead. “Do you need money?”

“No Sammy..”

“Dean-”

“I need my lawyer.”

Sam shot up in bed. “What happened?”

“They- uh… They think I killed a guy.”

“Where are you?”

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