#samcain

Cain tying Dean to a chair and making him watch the whole performance. Cain forces Sam on his knees, hands tied back and he makes him suck him, holding Sam's nose until he openes his mouth. Cain talking and mumbling all about how mouths of little brothers were just the best and how Sam is almost as good as his Abel.

Sam is forced to turn around too, face down, ass up and just so that Dean can see Cain sink inside where only he is allowed. Sam tries so hard to stay silent, but damn does Cain know how to find the right angle. Cain keeps up a running commentary, comparing Sam to Abel and Colette, how he's surprised that he's so tight and how Dean must have not been taking good enough care of him but how Cain would now do it for him.

Dean sits there, rock hard and so pissed he can't see straight, fighting the ropes like he never had before.

“Are you a virgin?” Cain’s question is blunt as he stares at Sam, trying to figure out why there are waves of purity radiating off of him. He tilts his head to the side, coming closer.

Sam’s cheeks immediately burn - from both the question, and the way he’s being stared at with such intensity. “U-Uh,” he stammers out. “No. Far from it, actually.”

“Then what is this innocence coming from you?” Cain’s directly in front of him now, reaching out to grasp Sam’s chin. 

“I - I don’t know.” He stares at him, in awe. 

“Perhaps it is your soul…” Cain lets go of his chin, lets his fingers trail across Sam’s cheek, tucking some stray hair behind his ear. 

“Are - are you going to hurt me?”

SAM/CAIN???  HAVE YOU TALKED TO ME ABOUT THIS??

Okay, let’s do this.

I’d love a Teacher AU, except where Cain is the slightly embittered principal and Sam is a totally green first year teacher.  

Cain would obvs be the big spoon ;P 

Part of me likes to envision Cain as distinctly NOT an early riser, and so Sam would get up for his morning run, starting coffee on his way out the door, and by the time he got back Cain would be grumpily sitting at the kitchen counter with the newspaper Sam had obligingly fetched from the end of the driveway and left there for him.  And there’d be an extra cup of coffee on the counter ready and waiting, done just the way Sam liked.  Bc no matter what, Cain always takes care of his boy.

But the other part of me loves the idea of early morning Cain.  Who gets up with the sunrise without fail, and starts the coffee, and sits out on the porch rocking in their porch swing watching the sunrise, where Sam would always find him when he’d inevitably stumble downstairs to snag his cup of coffee.  And they’d sit there just enjoying the silence and stillness of morning together before slowly beginning their day.  Sam off for his run, and Cain out to his garden.

They’d get a big fuckin’ dog together.  Something like a Mastiff, or Irish Wolfhound, or a Great Dane.  A dog that’s nearly as big as Sam, and who takes up most of the bed until Sam and Cain are spooned right up together on the edge by the morning.