Dean was burning, writhing against the ties of the bed, his eyes wide and his mouth opened in a silent scream. John growled, cursing the succubus that left Dean like this as he stripped. To save Dean, he had to fuck him, his own son. He'd have to rape him as they had no time to waste. Covering his cock thickly, John pushed in slowly. Dean whimpered, briefly regaining consciousness at the pain of the entry. "S'alright Dean, just relax." John began to pound in and out of his son, ignoring the whimpers as he tried to save his life. Blood mixed with the lube as Dean began to bleed. Coming softly, John collapsed on top of his now unconscious son, weeping.