Dean’s hands felt ice cold as they skidded across Sam’s restrained arms. He writhed underneath his touch, gasped at the feeling of Dean groping at his chest like Sam had anything to grab onto.
Sam pulled against the restraints holding his legs when Dean cupped his clothed cock, the look on his face one that utterly terrified him. He fought again, but nothing came of his struggling but a dark, awful laugh from the depths of Dean’s throat.
“Stop it, stop it!” He screamed frantically, tearing his vocal cords to shreds.
When Sam’s world finally stopped swaying, Dean was gone.