Title: Fumbling To Make Contact
By: Bridget McKennitt
Pairing: Sam/OMC, implied Sam/Dean
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 441
Prompt: spnkink_meme - Dean's being guarded in Heaven or someplace he can't get to, so demon!Sam is lonely and wants something like Dean until he can get the real thing. It can be OMC or a grown-up version of Ben (that kid Dean thought might be his but his mom said Ben wasn't.) Bonus points if he calls the substitute by Dean's name and dresses him like Dean.
Contains: Dubcon
Disclaimer: Supernatural is owned by Eric Kripke and other companies. They are used here without permission, and for entertainment purposes only. No challenge or infringement upon the copyright is intended, nor should any be inferred.

Sam turned over in bed, slinging his leg over the body sleeping beside him. He inhaled the scent of the man in his arms, imagining it was Dean's scent. It had been so long since he had seen Dean with his own two eyes that perhaps this was exactly how Dean smelled like.

"Mm, Dean," he murmured as he rocked his hardening cock against Dean's ass. "I wanna fuck you."

Dean's breath hitched and Sam growled against Dean's neck in warning. Dean shouldn't be afraid of him still, especially not after being his consort for almost a year. He rolled Dean onto his back and straddled him, looking down at the not quite familiar face. Dean's eyes weren't the right shade of green and the chin was a tad too angular, and there weren't any freckles smattered across his face, but it was close enough for Sam to imagine. It had to be. He had searched through hundreds and thousands of humans to find this Dean after his demons couldn't find hide or hair of the real Dean.

"I'm going to fuck you, Dean. You're my brother and consort, and you need to stop being so afraid of me." He grinned, eyes flashing yellow. "You know I would never hurt you."

Dean's mouth opened, a breath of air escaping, but no words came forth. And none would. To maintain the illusion that this was his Dean, Sam ripped out the man's vocal chords so he would never have to hear his non-Dean voice.

It worked out pretty well.


With Dean safely at his feet while he sat on the throne, Sam went over his daily missives from his various demon generals all over the world. There was nothing that needed his immediate attention. He liked that.

That was, until he scanned the last of his missives. Sam sharply inhaled and rose to his feet. Dean looked up, touching his leg with a questioning hesitation.

"They found him. He's being held captive by the angels," he murmured. Sam gazed at the petrified look on Dean's face. "Now that I know where Dean is, my demons will find a way to bring him back to me. You'll love Dean. He's wonderful."

Dean's breath hitched as Sam smiled down at him. "And when he's safe in my arms, I'll have no need for you. Shh, don't fret. I still love you, Dean."

Sam sat back on the throne and lifted Dean onto his lap, nuzzling his neck. "I can't toss you aside, Dean. Not ever. You'll learn your place once Dean arrives, just like Dean will. We'll be so happy together. You'll see."

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