𝗜 𝗔𝗠 𝗠𝗢𝗥𝗘 𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗡 𝗠𝗬 𝗕𝗢𝗗𝗬 - Dean Winchester

what happens in the shadows stays in the shadows

chapter iii.

Three days went by, and still no sign from John. Dean spent any time he wasn't in school roaming the small town, looking for openings that would hire him. He found a handful of places, none of which turned out to be willing to hire without references and no house billing address.

It was night when the hotel manager showed up at the doorstep. When Dean heard the knocks from the living room he quickly answered it, not wanting to wake his brother who was asleep in the next room.

"I know what you're here for and I don't have it," Dean said, keeping his voice low.

"Then you're out of luck, no rent means no room. I need payment now or you're out of here first thing in the morning."

"I'll get you the money, I just can't tonight. We don't have any place to go."

"Not my problem. Other people are waiting for rooms too. I don't give out handouts." Dean looked over at his shoulder where his brother slept. Without hesitation, he turned back to the man with an offer.

"But I do," Dean said, he hated himself for even thinking about it. He promised himself it would only be one time. The man tilted his head in confusion when Dean ran a hand up his chest.

"I'm sure we can...work out another method of payment," Dean said with a suggestive tone. The man smirked, his eyes narrowing as he glanced Dean up and down as if to satisfy his interest.

"I think you might be right." Dean kept eye contact as he lowered himself down to his knees. He undid the man's belt and pulled it down around his ankles. He took his length down to the base with one fluid motion, earning a moan from the man. He bobbed his head up and down, his hands resting on the man's hip for balance. He came up for air, swirling his tongue over the head before taking him down again. When he came back up again he tasted the salty tang of precome beading at the tip. It made him nauseous. When he came up for air again he licked the underside of his cock with the flat of his tongue and sucked one of his balls into his mouth while he jerked the man with his right hand which earned another groan from the man.

"Fuck...you're so pretty like that." The man moaned. It wasn't a compliment, he felt anything but beautiful. He felt like he was slowly being turned into an object to be used as a bargaining chip. "So eager, you love having your pretty little face stuffed with my cock don't you." He spoke as he tapped the head of his cock against Dean's cheek, spreading precome from his lips to his face. The sound echoed through the otherwise quiet room.

"Please sir, my brother is asleep." Dean pled, his voice coming out in more of a whimper than he would have liked.

"Then I suggest you be quiet." He gripped Dean by the hair and forced him back onto his cock. He rocked in and out and Dean squeezed his eyes shut, trying to stifle the sounds of gagging. Salvia dripped down his face from the corner of his cheeks, the room echoed with the sounds of wet sloshing. Dean tried to relax his throat with each push but it was useless. The man sped up, not allowing Dean more than a few seconds of air before he pushed his tip to the back of Dean's throat which made Dean involuntarily gag and scream.. The man released with a groan, shooting warm ropes of come down Dean's throat which he had no choice but to swallow to avoid choking.

"This time is free son, next time is gonna cost you." The man left, leaving Dean a sputtering mess on the floor. He didn't bother standing up, just let his frail body fall to its side and cry. Why did he say yes? Why didn't he say no? Why...

Once he regathered what composure he could, he wiped away the dried come off his chin and stood back up. His legs were weak and his throat felt like it had been bruised when he coughed. Remembering he had no money left, he pulled out his phone, scrolled through his contacts until he found his father's number, and paused, his thumb hovering over the call button. He quickly stoved his phone back into his pocket and mumbled to himself. "Fucking stupid, what are you doing. If dad didn't think you could handle this he wouldn't have left you to look out for Sammy. God, why are you being a fucking baby."