Chapter Seven
Dean’s lips were everywhere. Sam could hardly breathe for the intoxication that washed over him. He was
drowning in passion, unable to think. All he wanted to do was touch and kiss and lick and wind himself
around his lover any way he possibly could. It was desperation that drove them, pent up need and
frustration. “I want you.” Dean whispered, licking the bottom of his ear. “God, I want you.”
“Maybe we should …” Sam gasped for breath. Dean silenced him with another kiss, savage and
unforgiving.
“You’re mine, Sammy.” Dean let their lips part and stared into Sam’s eyes.
Sam had to catch his breath, he panted, his good hand clutching Dean’s shoulder. Emotion and confusion
that was pent up over the years was raging inside him. Dean’s hands weren’t being gentle. “D-Dean.” He
panted. “Dean, what is this?” He stared into Dean’s heated eyes. “What’s going on with us?”
“It doesn’t matter, Sam. I’m taking what I want.” Dean said, his eyes glinting. “You’ve been dangled before
me for so long I can no longer stand it anymore. You want it too. Don’t think I don’t see how you stare at
me when you think I’m not looking. You want me to fuck you.” Dean licked up and down Sam’s neck. “You
want me to slam you into the mattress until nothing else matters but the sound of my cock slipping in and
out.”
“Dean…” Sam whimpered. He was in over his head and he knew it. He’d started this fire and he didn’t know
how to put it out. He’d thought sucking Dean might buy him a little time and might calm his brother down.
Apparently not, Sam shook his head. “Dean, no. Stop. Ok? We’re not doing that.” Not yet, anyway. Yeah,
he was prepared, but not like this.
“Are you teasing me, Sammy?” Dean frowned as he pulled away from his brother. His eyebrows knit
together as he glared at Sam. “You are teasing me.” He turned away and looked for his jeans. “I should
have known you didn’t have the balls to go through with this. You think I’m not good enough for you? Is
that it? I bet you’ve let hundreds of guys fuck you in Stanford? You sure did fool me, Sammy. For a
moment there, I thought you were new at this.”
“That’s not true, Dean. You’re the first guy ever, I swear.” Sam rubbed his bruised jaw as he stared at
Dean.
“Put some clothes on.” Dean ordered sharply. “We’ve got work to do here, and you’re distracting me.”
So it was his fault now? Sam opened his mouth to speak and then closed it. There was no reasoning with
Dean apparently. He sighed, grabbed some clothes and headed into the bathroom to change. He leant on
the countertop and stared at himself in the mirror. He looked like hell. His jaw was swollen from where Dean
had punched him and his lips were bruised and there were bite marks all down his neck. He looked like he’
d been attacked rather than kissed.
He washed his face with some cool water and took a pain killer. He took a moment to brush his teeth as
well. He knew he was going to be sore in the morning. Once he was dressed and felt a little more human
he ran a comb through his hair and walked out to face Dean.
Dean was leaning against the doorway, fully clothed himself. “So are we going to check out the guy’s
cabin?” It was a peace offering.
Sam could only glare. He looked like he’d been having a fight with a brick wall and that was all Dean could
say? He released a breath and grunted. “Yeah, sure.”
“You’re not going to be a girl about this are you?” Dean glanced at Sam out of the corner of his eye.
Sam just shrugged. “We’ve got a job to do, let’s do it. We can discuss this later.”
Dean retrieved his shotgun and tossed a gun to Sam. Their personal issues were always secondary to the
hunt and they both knew it.
Outside, Sam felt a little better. In close confinement with Dean he felt a lot more vulnerable than when
they were hunting. His brother may be a lot of things, but he never let anything come between him and the
job. Sam on the other hand was more hesitant to kill than Dean. He knew that these things were evil, but
sometimes they weren’t. Sometimes, you had to give the benefit of the doubt.
He checked the map with his flashlight. It wasn’t that far from the cabin they were staying at but it would be
a bad idea to get lost especially with Dean in the mood he was in.
They moved quickly, on alert. Sam put all of his emotions aside and simply kept his eyes and ears open.
About twenty minutes later they arrived to a cluster of cabins that were closer to the main road.
Out of the corner of his eye, Dean saw something move way too fast to be human, not to mention the fact
that it looked like it was flying. He scowled. “Something’s following us.” He hissed at Sam.
Sam scowled as he peered at the trees. He didn’t like the sound of that. Then from out of nowhere,
something dark and black swooped down out of the sky. It hit Dean, long claw like fingers scraping into his
chest and snatched Sam by the collar. Dean was on his knees, doubled over in pain as Sam felt himself
lifted off of the ground. He fumbled for his gun and shot three times.
The thing screeched and dropped Sam. Unfortunately for Sam he was already about twenty feet up in the
air when the thing did drop him.
“Sam!” Dean shouted when he saw his brother plummeting to the ground. He pulled himself to his feet and
rushed to break Sam’s fall.
Whatever it was, swooped back down and grabbed Sam again, this time by his broken arm. Sam yelled in
pain. He forced himself to look at the clawed foot that had him. It looked almost like elongated toes.
“Sammy!” Dean tried to aim his gun but it was too dark out and the creature was fast. He couldn’t risk
hurting Sam. He cringed at the searing pain that ripped through his body.
“Easy.” A strangely familiar voice came from behind him.
Dean whipped around and held his gun on the tall shadow.
“If you want to save your brother I suggest you put the gun down, Dean.”
Dean glared at the shadowy figure. “Show yourself.” He ground out.
Steve stepped out into the shadows, his eyes pitch black. “Put the gun down Dean, we need to talk.”
“I don’t talk to demon scum.” Dean ground out.
“Just like your old man. You’ll cooperate though, if you want Sam back.” Steve kept his hands where Dean
could see them.
*
The pain was making Sam dizzy. When he tried to struggle, the second clawed foot knocked him with a
punch. Sam felt his head spin. They were approaching a more rocky area and the creature swooped
downwards to what looked like a cave. It dropped Sam suddenly. Sam groaned as he hit the floor of the
cave entrance. He tried to struggle to his feet but the thing with six wings came at him again and laid
several heavy punches. Sam lay on his back, stunned and in pain.
He forced his eyes open to see the creature as it walked into the moonlight. Yes, walked. Sam’s mouth
opened. It was beautiful. He was as beautiful as he was dark. Tall and regal he wore dark scaled armor
stained with blood, six wings fluttered and folded. His hair was down to his waist, black as pitch. His eyes
were glacial hard and glittered like diamonds.
“What are you?” Sam choked out; worried at the blood he could feel pooling in his lower lip. He spat it out.
“I was a servant once.” The black creature stalked forward. “Do you believe in angels, Sam Winchester?”
The thing sneered.
Sam could only nod. He struggled as the thing lifted him to his feet.
“Good.” It smiled. “You’re going to need one when I’m done with you.”
Another punch and Sam was out cold.
*
Dean kept his gun fixed on Steve. “What the –fuck- was that.” He ground out.
“Why don’t you let me tend to your wound, and we’ll talk about it?” Steve suggested.
“Touch me and you’ll lose at least five digits. I –knew- you were no good.” Dean grunted.
“You have a knack for that, you and your father.” Steve smirked. “Easy, I’m on your side on this one.”
“The hell you are.” Dean refused to keep the gun off of Steve.
“That my friend was a problem.”
“No shit.” Dean growled, he then snorted, “I can’t believe I’m talking to a fucking Demon. What the hell did
it do to with my brother?”
“My guess is it’s going to use Sam as a bargaining chip.”
“What?”
“To get back into heaven or whatever is up there, anyway. It used to be an Archangel, or so Dad tells me.”
Dean stared. “You’re screwing with me. There ain’t no such thing. Wait a minute. Son of a bitch, you’re one
of his kids aren’t you?”
“Correct.”
“I’m going to totally waste your ass when we’re done here.” Dean snarled.
Steve rolled his eyes. “I’d heard you were a hothead, but Meg was right. You’re cute when you’re angry.”
He winked, “Now, you’ve got two choices. Work with me, get Sam back. Or let that self righteous
motherfucker serve your brother up in order to get off this craphole you call reality. The main reason you
want to work with me, Dean, is that there’s more than one of them out there. I’ve got two of them so far.
They were helping Michael.”
“Why would you help me?” Dean glared.
“We want Sam back too. He’s no good to us nailed to a cross, Dean and we know what Daddy dearest told
you before he checked in down below.”
Dean growled. Inwardly, he recoiled at the idea of working with Demons. Especially this one, and especially
when he was out of options. He exhaled sharply and lowered his gun. “Fine” he grunted. “But I’m still
wasting your ass when we’re done here.”
Steve smirked. Working with Dean Winchester was going to be interesting.
He pulled off his shirt so Steve could take a look at the damage. “What the hell kind of name is Michael for
a monster anyway?”
“Do you know what a Seraphim is?”
“Yeah, some kind of angel Sammy was on about it.”
“This is a Seraphim that committed sins against God.”
“Angels aren’t real.” Dean smirked. “How dumb do you think I am?”
“Devils are real, what makes you think Angel’s aren’t?”
“I believe in what I can see, and what I saw was evil, Steve. Just like all you sonsofbitches.”
Steve smirked. “We’ve been tracking Michael for years. I’ve a few brothers in the area. Michael killed them
and a sister many years ago. In fact, I just lost another one about an hour or so ago. Michael tore him
apart. We were meeting up here and were going to try and take you and Sam out before Michael got to
you.”
“You fucked up that job.” Dean smirked. “They don’t pay you very well down there do they?”
“On the contrary.” Steve chuckled. “Try it sometime, you might like it better.”
“No thanks. I’ll keep my soul.”
“For now.” Steve poured water on a rag to wash Dean’s wounds.
Of course he wasn’t going to tell Dean that Michael was luring him in. Michael’s real target was Dean. He
figured if he could get Dean’s cooperation, he’d be able to take Michael out and score points with Dad for
saving Sam’s ass. Michael planned on using the Winchesters to get back into good graces with the powers
above.
It was Steve’s job to keep Dean on the dark path and Sam alive. Steve had been waiting for this day to
come. Out of the original seven fallen, only he and Michael were left. What Michael failed to realize was
that there was only one place to be in this war and that was at father's side.
The first step would be to get Dean to kill Michael.
Things would work out nicely if the Winchesters cooperated.
Chapter Eight
Steve knew this day was going to come. Of the original seven fallen he and Michael had always been at
odds. Steven knew there was no other place for him than at his father’s side. Too much had been done,
and there was too much to do. Michael had chosen to try and champion justice but only ended up
shedding innocent blood. Steve had chosen a different path, the path of power. It had been hard to turn
against his brother, but there was no stopping it. Over the centuries they had fought, Steven becoming
darker and Michael becoming harder to find in the shadows. They were the eldest, twins and yet as
different as night and day. Being the eldest they had the most power. It was just hard for Steven to accept
that he couldn’t kill Michael. To kill an angel, even a fallen angel as powerful as Michael, a sacrifice would
have to be made.
He was not bad at being a medic; it was one of the many jobs he’d held over the years. “You know.” He
told Dean. “We’re not much different, you and I.”
“The way I see it, well, you’re a demon and I’m a human, and you’re trying to take over my world. This
generally tends to piss me off, which results in you and yours biting the dust, so I can’t see how we’re
alike.” Dean flinched. “That hurts.”
Steven smirked. “No pain, no gain.” He tightened the bandage. “That will help any more bloodloss. You’ll
be fine, your brother on the other hand. Not sure how many pieces we’re going to find him in.”
“Then let’s get a move on.” Dean rose.
“Now hold on a minute.” Seven protested. “You have no idea what you’re going into do you?”
Dean shrugged. “If you don’t mind, I’d just as soon we spent as little time talking as possible.”
“Typical human” Steve scoffed. “I’ve done some things in my time, but you and Sam, it’s better than cable.”
Dean narrowed his eyes at Steve, “Just what the hell do you mean by that.”
He chuckled, “You are going to seriously injure him one of these days, Dean. You know that? And I don’t
mean physically. You could fuck Sam senseless and beat him to a pulp and you know what the saddest
thing in the world is?”
Dean clenched a fist.
“I didn’t think you did. Well, the fact is. He loves you. Father can’t stand it. You’re the only thing standing in
the way of him getting Sam is that Sam is completely head over heels in love with your sorry ass. He has
been for years, Dean. You’re the only thing standing between him and eternal damnation. But do you want
to know the funny part? Now here’s the kicker.”
Dean cracked his knuckles, eyes boring into Steve’s. If hatred could kill, the demon would be in a lot of
different pieces right now.
“You’re damned, Dean. So to follow you, he has to come to us.”
“How do you figure I’m damned?”
“You remembers Meg, don’t you Dean? She was an innocent girl and you killed her. You know there were
others too.” Steve handed Dean his shirt.
Dean stared at Steve. He knew the man, well thing, was right. There probably were other innocents he had
killed. How many? How many? And he had just hurt Sam too, his beloved brother, the only reason he had
for living. He couldn’t trust this thing. He had to think he had to make sure that Sam was ok, that he was
alive. Dean was sure that he would know if Sam was dead. That was all that mattered. He didn’t care what
happened to him as long as Sam was ok. He’d make it up to Sam. He’d lost control but it would never
happen again. “You don’t know shit.” Dean smirked.
“You hurt him, didn’t you? Just now in the cabin? I saw his face. You would have hurt him more if he had let
you. You would have taken him, fucked him hard even though he wasn’t ready for it. You just would have
taken what you wanted because that’s what your Daddy does, he takes and takes and kills until there’s
nothing left. But you know what, we got him, Dean. And we’ll get you too; you’ll be one big happy family of
pain. That’s your destiny, that’s your future.”
“You’re a son of a bitch and you don’t know anything. You may call yourselves after angels. Hell you could
call yourself friggin Christ himself and I still would think you’re a wacko demented asshole who crawled out
from chaos to ruin my day. If you don’t shut up about my family, this truce ends right here, right now and I
salt your ass.” Dean was livid. He never held any faith in god or a higher power. As far as he was
concerned there was evil he had to destroy and nothing was looking out for him.
“Alright, Dean” Steve smirked. “Alright, but just remember what I said when the time comes.”
*
Sam could not remember being in more pain than he was now. He cradled his arm as he curled up in the
cave entrance. Michael was standing in front. Each time he’d tried to move or escape, he’d been thrown
back against the wall. He’d also tried talking to the creature that simply looked at him in distain. In its
human form, the creature was the most beautiful man he’d ever seen. He was perfection down to the last
detail. It was not that Sam was interested; it was only Sam’s natural desire to study and learn. It was
obviously some kind of demon. For some reason it hadn’t killed him yet. What was it waiting for?
Michael looked back at Sam, a sneer on his lips. “Filthy mongrel, stay where you are or I will break your
other arm.” Its voice sounded like a chorus of echoes and grated on Sam’s every nerve.
“What do you want with me?” Sam rasped as he wiped blood from his mouth.
“Redemption” Michael responded.
*
Dean hated walking in the wild. He hated nature, give him some Asphalt and cement any day of the week
and he’d be happy. What he hated more was the fact that he was walking through the wilderness with his
sworn enemy to rescue his brother. Not to mention the fact that Steven said his brother had been
kidnapped by an ex Angel. Dean didn’t believe it, Demons were demons and they were all scum trying to
destroy anything worth living for. He would never believe that this Michael had been a tool of God.
“Thinking about what Michael could be doing to Sam?” Steven’s voice brought Dean out of his thoughts.
“He’s been known to take his pleasures with men, you know.”
The thought had not occurred to Dean that Sam could be in for more than just physical danger. He set his
jaw and refused to take the bait. Deep down, rage boiled again.
“And Sam, well. Your brother is a fine piece of work. The things I could think of to do with those firm long
legs.” Steve wondered what it would take to break Dean and cut through that invisible armor of his. “Once
we get him back where he belongs, I’m sure he’ll be an interesting diversion.”
Dean focused on the trail they were following. He didn’t want to think about anyone touching Sam. He had
to keep his cool. “Sam belongs with me.”
“Sam belongs with his family, Dean.” Steve gave a twisted smirk. “Not with a brother who can’t control his
lust.”
*
Michael noticed Sam coughing. He dropped a gourd of water by his captive. “It’s not time for you to die,
yet.”
Sam snatched the gourd and drank.
“You should be thankful.” Michael said. “God sees the truth in all things. Your death now will ensure your
freedom from the one who wants your family.”
“What about Dean?” Sam coughed.
“He’s already damned. There is nothing you can do to stop that.”
“That’s not true.” Sam growled. “My brother fights evil on a daily basis.”
“Your brother hates and hatred is a sin, your brother lusts, and lust is a sin.”
“There is another sin, and that is killing. If you kill me now, why do you believe that will redeem you?”
“Your destiny will ensure my reward.”
*
Dean saw the cave first. Sam was in the mouth of the cave, he was fairly sure it looked like his brother was
alive and in a lot of pain. On the way, Steve had coached him on Michael’s weaknesses. He wasn’t
planning on killing Michael, only incapacitating the body long enough to get to Sam. Sam had been right
from the get go, this was way out of their league.
Steve pulled a pair of knives from his boot. “Here.” He gave one to Dean.
“What’s this?”
“It will hurt Michael. It’s the got the blood of a recently slain innocent child on it.” Steve said with a shrug. “If
you stick this in his heart, it will incapacitate him.”
“I hate working with Demons.” Dean grumbled as he took the dagger. “Thanks for the tip.”
“Every demon has its weakness, Dean.” Steve said. “This just happens to be Michael’s.”
“That’s sick. I hope you didn’t kill the kid.”
“Of course I did.”
“And you call me a murder.” Dean assessed the dagger. It was a good piece of information to share with
Bobby later. He was pretty sure Bobby knew about it, but just knowing that every demon had a secret
weakness was comforting. It could be something they could use in the future.
*
While Steve distracted Michael, Dean was at Sam’s side and checking to make sure he was still alive.
“Sammy, Sammy. Speak to me.” He patted Sam’s face gently.
“Dean.” Sam rasped.
“Alright, sit tight. Don’t go anywhere.”
Sam smirked.
Dean watched the two Demons fight and wondered if it would be a better idea to just grab Sam and run.
After all, how did he know Steve would let them go? It would of course mean double crossing a demon that
was already pissed at him. He already had an idea of where they were going to go.
Steve and Michael were really kicking each other’s ass and when Sam groaned Dean sighed. “I’m getting
you out of here. Tweedle dee and Tweedle dumbass are busy duking it out. Can you stand?”
“Yeah, I think so.” Sam staggered to his feet and clutched Dean’s shoulders. “You’re not going to fight?’
“You’re more important to me, Sam.” Dean said softly. “They can wait.”
The words filled Sam’s heart with warmth as he looked up at Dean. “Really?”
“Come on; don’t make this a chick flick moment. We’re not free and clear yet.” He slung one of Sam’s long
arms over his shoulder. “You know, next time I don’t listen to you, knock me out?’
Sam laughed shortly. “Just get us out of here.”
He shuddered as he heard the screeching creatures fighting behind them. “Dean?”
Dean was in the middle of navigating their way down the hill and only half paying attention. “What?”
“I love you.” Sam said softly.
Dean looked up at Sam. “Well talk when I get you someplace safe.” He promised. In his gut, the confession
didn’t settle right. He’d treated Sam horribly. He didn’t deserve love. Like Steve said, he was already
damned.
Chapter Nine
Dean glanced over at Sam who was curled up in the car. He had to get Sam to a hospital. It was times like
these he really hated that shape shifter. Instead they only had one place to go and that was to Bobby.
Bobby at least could take Sam to the hospital and have him checked out. He cursed under his breathe
when he heard Sam coughing and saw him wipe blood from his mouth. Shit. This was all his fault. He
nudged the water bottle to his exhausted brother. “Here, drink, Sammy.”
He was driving as fast as he could without chance of being pulled over. He’d been driving for the last six
hours. He was working now on adrenalin alone. He was so worried about Sam. He knew that his brother
was going to pull through, but the way he was curled up and the look of pain in his eyes. They hadn’t been
able to talk. Dean was concentrating on the road and making sure they didn’t get into an accident. He
knew they were in trouble. Double crossing a demon was never a good thing to do but all he cared about
was getting Sammy to safety.
Sam shook his head and turned away from Dean. “No, lemme alone.” He mumbled as he cradled his arm.
“my throat hurts.”
“Goddamit, Sam, drink.” Dean said sharply. “I know it hurts. We’re an hour and a half from Bobby’s. You
just gotta keep conscious until then. Come on.”
Sam lifted his eyes to Dean. “What’s the point?” He asked.
“What the fuck do you mean what’s the point? You are. The point is, you need it.” Dean nearly shouted.
Sam sighed and took the water. “You haven’t said anything.”
“I’m driving the car at 90 miles an hour. I’m concentrating on the damn road.”
“I need to know, Dean.’ Sam swallowed.
“Now? No, not until I’ve got you settled. Sammy, I just can’t concentrate on it right now. I’ll talk to you about
it ok? It’s going to be alright. I promise.”
“Do you love me, Dean?”
“Shit. You know I do.”
“I mean, do you love me?” Sam’s eyes caught Dean’s for a moment. “I just want to know, Dean.”
“Sammy.” Dean exhaled. “Alright, I do. Ok? I don’t know what happened back there. I don’t know why I was
acting the way I did. I hurt you, and I wish to god I hadn’t. I couldn’t control it. That’s why it can’t happen
again. Do you understand, Sam? I don’t care how much we want it, it can’t happen again. I won’t risk
hurting you. I love you too much for that.”
“What if I don’t care?” Sam whispered. He stared at Dean balefully, dark eyes shimmering slightly. “I’ll take
you anyway I can have you, Dean.”
“I don’t want it to be like that. I’m sorry, Sam.” Dean was sure of it now. “When I think of what I did, I can
only imagine what I’m capable of if all the right buttons are pushed. Sammy, something wasn’t right back
there. It didn’t feel real. You know? I wanted it, hell, yes. I want you. But until I figure out just what is going
on, no. Nothing is happening between us. You’ve got to be with me on this, Sammy. Please. It’s for your
own good.”
There was no use arguing and Sam knew it.
That didn’t stop him from shooting Dean a glare. “What does everything have to be your way, Dean?”
“I’m the eldest.” Dean smirked. “I get perks that way.”
Sam snorted.
“Are we cool, Sammy?” Dean asked softly. “Hm?”
Sam had to think for a few moments but he already knew the answer. In spite of everything, Dean was
right. They had to know what was going on with Dean. Bobby would be able to help if they could explain it.
“We’re cool.” Sam nodded, he managed a warm smile.
Dean smiled back in relief. Sam wasn’t going to push the issue. He vowed he would work this out. It just
had to be ok. He couldn’t trust himself right now. The rage had come too quickly.
*
They pulled up in front of Bobby’s an hour later. Sam was in and out of consciousness which worried the
hell out of Dean. He helped Sam out of the car and they stumbled to Bobby’s door.
He was home, not that it was a surprise, Bobby didn’t get out much. “Boys, shit. What happened?” He
immediately took hold of Sam and helped Dean move him to a couch.
“Had a run in with a couple of demons.” Dean explained. “Did you know Demons can fly?”
“Demons can’t fly, Dean.” Bobby smirked. “Not here, anyway, are you sure it was a demon.”
“’wasn’t always a demon.” Sam slurred. To ease the pain Dean had given him quite a bit of liquor during
the car ride in the last hour.
“Where were you?”
“Casper, Wyoming.”
“Jesus H Christ.” Bobby grunted as he opened a trunk for medical supplies. “You found Michael, didn’t
you?”
“You know him?” Dean propped up a couple of pillows under Sam’s head. Sam had clutched his shirt and
wouldn’t let Dean get any further away. He rubbed his face against Dean’s arm, causing his brother to
clear his throat. “Sammy…” he hissed, glad that Bobby’s back was turned. Sam pouted at him. “Michael’s
not all we found. I kinda uh, got mixed up with one of the yellow eyed demon’s kids.”
“Huh.” Bobby walked over with supplies and indicated Sam’s shirt. “Help me strip him down to his pants.
Need to make sure his arm hasn’t been broken again and see if there is any other damage.”
“Not sure I’m up for a threesome.” Sam giggled. He really didn’t handle hard liquor very well.
Bobby took the comment in stride, it didn’t even faze him. He simply eyed Dean who shrugged as if he didn’
t know what Sam was talking about.
Once he was stripped to the waist, Sam just clutched Dean’s shirt and wouldn’t let go. “I’m not going
anywhere, Sammy.” Dean promised. “Fuck.” He looked down at Sam and saw how the demons claws had
dug into his brother’s shoulder. Sam’s back was bruised and he was pretty sure a couple of ribs were
broken. “Michael had him captured, I had to work with someone who called himself Steve.”
“Steven.” Bobby nodded. “I’ve heard of him. Michael’s little brother.”
“You’re kidding, right?” Dean was busy washing Sam’s wounds. He ignored the shudder of pleasure as he
accidentally brushed a nipple.
If Bobby noticed, he chose to ignore it. “No. Michael was once one of the good guys, you know. They were
hunters once; they had what people called divine power. I don’t know what it was but it sure as hell wasn’t
divine. They were cocky bastards and told people they were angels doing gods will. They could take the
form of Seraphim if they chose, but they weren’t angels. Their pop was a preacher, cult leader. I think that’
s where the fanaticism came from. He ran a cult that basically drew in hunters. The problem with getting a
lot of hunters together is that it tends to draw their enemies. Their pop was killed; the boys went on a
rampage led by Michael. Story goes he massacred an indian settlement, women and children. They turned
bad, real bad. Story goes that some of the brothers have died since then and there are only few left in
hiding. Your dad found Michael about ten years ago following up on the death of a woman. Had a hell of a
time convincing him to give that one up. You just don’t want to get into that territory.”
“That would explain his weakness.” Dean handed Bobby the dagger. “Blood of a slain child.”
Bobby sniffed, “At any rate. He’s bad news. Any kind of religious cult members are bad news. You’re telling
me Steven was working with you?”
“Yeah, he said something about Michael wanting to kill Sam for redemption and he didn’t want Sam dead.
What I don’t get is who the hell are the other people hunting Michael? The ones that he killed? He cut them
in two.”
“Messengers probably” Bobby shrugged. “Michael doesn’t want to talk to hell. Hell wants to talk to him.
Looks like Hell has got to his brothers though if as you say Steven is working against him. They can’t kill
him, but they want him back on the team.”
“Makes sense to me.” Dean nodded. He looked down at Sam who was half asleep now and curling against
him. Dean gazed down at Sam who was murmured a little in his sleep and clung to him.
Bobby lifted an eyebrow. “You wanna talk?”
Dean gave him a ‘how the hell did you know?’ look and Bobby just smirked.
“You’re just like your father, that’s how I know.” Bobby winked.
“Dude, I don’t want to know.” Dean glared. “Listen. We’re messed up right now, Bobby, and I don’t know
how to fix it.” He sighed. “Something happened. I think there was something pushing me. Anyway, I hurt
Sam. Most of the damage is from me, Bobby.” He petted his brother’s shoulder gently, soothing him.
Bobby poured both of them some strong scotch. “If you ask me, I think you’re running too hard, Dean.”
“Don’t you get it? I can’t, Bobby. He’s my brother, I love him, yes. But I don’t want to hurt him.”
“Ever stop to think that that love you have might be what’s kept you alive all this time?”
Dean stared at him.
“There’s an old saying, kiddo.” Bobby nodded. “Love conquers all.”
“That’s just sentimental crap.” Dean snorted. “Love didn’t save my Mom. Love didn’t save my dad.”
“But it did save you Dean. Twice, I know what’s happened to your Daddy.” Bobby said with a sigh. “I’ve
known since he passed. Real power is within. They tell you you’re nothing compared to Sam. They tell you
they don’t care about you. But it’s you they want. You’re like your Mom. You’ve got a gift, Dean. Don’t
waste it.”
Dean watched Bobby get up and head out to his workshop. Sam stirred against him and slipped his hand
to Dean’s thigh. He sighed and looked down at his brother. Somehow Sam had managed to maneuver him
onto the couch and was pressed up against him. Dean draped an arm around Sam’s shoulders and his
brother sighed and finally settled down. He pressed his lips to Sam’s hair.
You’ve got a gift, Dean. Don’t waste it.
He feared that he already had.
Chapter Ten
Dean had maybe managed an hour of sleep when Bobby came in and shook him slightly. “Dean, the beds
are made up in my guest room. We need to get Sam comfortable.”
Dean grunted, “Yeah, you’re right.”
“And you should eat something. When’s the last time you had food? I made dinner. We should get Sam to
bed and you should eat.”
“Is that the burning I smell?” Dean raised an eyebrow.
“I happen to be a very good cook.” Bobby smirked. “Come on, God, he weighs a ton.”
Dean chuckled, “He’s been working out a lot.”
They half dragged, half carried Sam to the back of the house. The guest room was not bad. There were a
couple of double sized beds and no windows except for a small airvent. Dean remembered the room well.
He and Sam had been left with Bobby a few times in the past.
He smiled when he saw the same sheets. “You still got Sam’s batman sheets?”
“Yeah.” Bobby chuckled. “No other kids around to use them.”
Dean fluffed the pillows and eased Sam’s broken body onto the bed with a sigh. His brother refused to
release him, his fingers clutched in his shirt in a death grip. “Sammy, come on.” Dean cajoled.
“Dean.” Sam’s eyes fluttered. “Where are we?” He yawned and groaned. “Hurts everywhere.”
“Safe.” He told Sam with a reassuring smile. “Come on, kiddo.”
Sam sighed, “Stay with me.”
“I’ll be right out that door, Sam. See I can even see you from the kitchen.”
“Dean—“ Sam eyes implored him.
Shit. He pursed his lips together. “Bobby, can you bring it in here?”
“Yeah, sure, I got a card table I can set up.” Bobby nodded.
Dean sat on the edge of Sam’s bed, relieved when his brother settled back down. He wanted so badly to
tell him how much he was sorry when Sam licked his lips and begged. “Kiss me goodnight?”
The plea tore into his heart and he could not say no. He glanced over at the kitchen. Bobby was busy in
there still so he nodded and linked his fingers with Sam’s. He leant down and touched their lips together.
That wasn’t enough for Sam. There was a whimper of need and the kiss became something much less
innocent. Their tongues twisted together, tangled in a mess of wet heat. Sam’s hand reached up so he
could thread his long fingers through Dean’s short hair.
Bobby noticed it from the kitchen. It was hard not to see what was going on in that room with the door wide
open. He wondered what John would say. Then again, John couldn’t say much after their last encounter.
He would never admit to Sam and Dean just how much John’s death hit him. If the boys knew, he wasn’t
sure they’d look at their father in the same light. His heart ached for them. They were obviously in love and
lust and so very confused. They needed someone to trust and he was that person. For John, he would
have done just about anything. He’d protect the boys as best he could. That was his job now. They didn’t
have anyone else.
Dean let Sam’s lips go. “Sleep, Sammy.” He told his brother with a forced smile.
“Mmm.” Sam nodded. “Don’t leave the room.” He told Dean as he turned over onto his stomach and
wrapped his arms into the pillows. “My back hurts.” He whimpered.
Dean stroked his hair until Sam’s was breathing normally and finally asleep.
Bobby cleared his throat and Dean glanced up with a half scowl, half guilty expression.. “Take it easy.”
Their friend shrugged. He indicated the card table he’d set up while the boys had been busy. Dean’s
brows knit.
“I didn’t hear you come in the room.”
“You had your hands full.” Bobby chuckled as he sat down. “Eat, Dean.” He opened a bottle of beer and
set it before the elder Winchester.
“You’re awfully calm about this.” Dean saw the steak and potatoes and his stomach rumbled fiercely. He
wasn’t one to pass up free food, so he quickly began the process of stuffing his face. “You saw us.”
“How long has this been going on?” Bobby asked.
“Do you want an honest answer?”
“Yeah, it might help clear a few things up.”
“It just happened recently.” Dean explained. “But it’s been there in the back of my mind for a long time. I
had it under control, Bobby. Completely. I don’t know, I must have snapped.”
“Dean” Bobby frowned, “Did you? Uh… “
“Rape Sam? Is that what you’re asking? If you thought I did that why the hell am I not face down in the dirt
and pushing up daisies?”
“I don’t think you did, Dean. I know you. You wouldn’t do that. This whole thing, it seems wrong to me
somehow. You would never hurt Sam and yet you did. Doesn’t that strike you as odd? If you could resist
him for 22 years and suddenly you can’t, didn’t you stop and think why that is?”
Dean frowned, “What are you saying Bobby?”
“I’m saying they're pushing you.” Bobby nodded. “Yeah, it all makes sense now. Reminds me of the last
time I saw your father. They pushed him too.” Bobby didn’t go into detail. Instead, he stroked his beard. “I
think you’re under some kind of spell, Dean. I’m just not sure what yet. It’s subtle, and it’s ingenious, I’ll give
it that. It may be wearing off. I have a few tricks up my sleeve and I’ll take a look at my books tonight.”
“So you’re saying they pushed me to hurt him to fulfill some sick desire in me?” Dean hissed. They were
both speaking quietly so not to wake up Sam.
“No they tapped into your dark side. It’s what devils do, Dean. They use what’s good inside you and twist it.
I told you before; you have strength in you that demons crave. Your heart is pure, and you love your
brother. You’re the only thing standing between them and Sam and you are a pain in their asses. Oh they
want you alright. They want you badly. They got John and they want you to sweeten the deal. What they’re
doing is using your weakness against you.”
“You mean using Sam against me.”
“Yes.”
Dean sighed. “How do I fight it?”
“One problem at a time” Bobby noted. “You need to get your strength back; we need to counter the spell,
figure out who cast it, then waste ‘em. We can worry about your double cross act when we have to deal
with it. I’m sure Stephens not going to let that go. He’ll be around sooner or later.”
“What about Michael?”
“I can handle Michael.” Bobby said nonchalantly. “Good steak?”
“Not bad.” Dean smirked. “Bobby?”
“Yeah?”
“Thanks. I mean, thanks for not freaking out.”
“Dean, I’ve seen a lot in my life. You kissing your little brother is small on the scale of shocks I’ve had. In
fact, I’d often wondered what you were waiting for.” Bobby chuckled at the look on Dean’s face.
“Was I that obvious?”
“You act tough, but you melt into goo around Sam.” Bobby grinned.
“I do –not-.” Dean huffed.
“It’s hard to watch Tough as Nails Dean Winchester when he looks a certain way at his brother. Its subtle,
my friend. But to those of us who know you, it’s like you’re a kid staring into a window shop at Christmas
time wishing for a toy that’s too expensive for his parents to buy. You changed when he left for Stanford.
You became harder. Pushed everyone away, but I knew what turned out the light in your eyes. Sam’s smile
makes it better, doesn’t it? Makes life worth it?”
Everything Bobby was saying was true. Dean sighed and nodded. “It’s like the sun is shining.”
“I know, Dean.” Bobby nodded. “Your father had that same smile.”
And they left the discussion at that while Dean finished up his meal. He truly admired Bobby for his
infallible loyalty. The man was a godsend. So was the meal. He grunted, and then yawned hugely.
“Get some sleep. Don’t worry, all the protections are in place.” Bobby said as he cleared the table. “If Sam
wakes up hungry, there’ll be leftovers in the fridge.”
Dean nodded gratefully. He glanced over at his brother who was still out cold. “I think he’s down for the
night.”
“Night, Dean.” Bobby nodded.
With Bobby gone, Dean shut the door and pulled off his shirt. He went into the bathroom to wash up a bit
and returned to his bed to sit. He stared at his brother lying on his stomach, half naked, long legs sprawled
over the bed. He hoped love was strong enough for what they were going through.
He glanced at his bed and then at Sam’s. With a sigh, he pulled off his jeans and sat on the edge of his
brother’s bed. He encouraged Sam to scoot over and only wound up with Sam’s legs wrapped around his.
There were worse fates. He shifted to rest on the pillows and Sam shifted to rest on him. He felt his brother
stir and stiffened slightly.
“Dean?” Sam whispered into his neck.
“Yeah.”
“You’re in my bed.”
“Uh-huh.”
“Dude, you’re naked.” Sam couldn’t suppress a snicker. He was very obviously teasing.
“I’ve got underwear on.”
“You might as well be naked.” Sam pressed against him and groaned in pain. “Fuck and I’m too weak to
take advantage of you.”
Dean laughed at that. “I’d love to see you try.”
“Just you wait”
Dean pressed his lips to Sam’s hair. “Rest, you can take advantage of me when you’re not a walking
bruise.”
“Promise?”
“Sure.”
“Cross your heart?” One of Sam’s fingers made a cross over Dean’s heart.
“Yeah. Go back to sleep, Sam.”
“Are we safe?” Sam wondered, finally coherent enough to glance around. “We’re at Bobby’s.”
“Yes and yes.” Dean curled their fingers together.
“Mmmm.” Sam bussed his cheek against Dean’s chest. “I have no energy but you know what I’d do if I did?”
“Christ, Sam. Just go to sleep already.”
He lifted his head to whisper in Dean’s ear. “I”d be fucking –you- until you couldn’t see straight.”
Dean stared at Sam who just grinned and closed his eyes.
Aw hell, how was he going to sleep after –that- information?
Chapter Eleven
Sam was warm and snug. He smiled at the feel of hard muscle against him. He was in a lovely morning
haze where reality had not yet set in. He knew Dean was underneath him because he could hear his
brother’s heart beating and he decided that he wasn’t going to move until Dean wanted to. It was just too
good. His cast rested on his brother’s stomach, cradled gently in one of Dean’s arm. Dean’s fingers were
threaded in his hair. Heaven, this was heaven. He didn’t care about everything that had happened. This
was worth it.
Well, except for the small problem of a morning erection, he squirmed slightly.
Sam’s curiosity eventually got the better of him. He wanted to see if Dean had one too but the blanket was
pulled up to their waists. Another problem was the position he was in. His good hand was wrapped
underneath his brother and he couldn’t very well use his broken arm. “Dean?” He whispered after he
couldn’t stand it any longer. He was so fucking hard.
Dean laughed quietly, “I wondered how long it would take you.” He opened one eye then the other.
Sam grunted. “Jerk, you could have said you were awake.”
Dean smirked. “Sleep hasn’t been easy since your comment last night. You’re nice and hard there, little
brother. What is it you want?” He stroked his fingers through Sam’s hair.
“Wanna be inside you.” Sam whispered, no longer ashamed.
“What makes you think I’m going to let you?” Dean raised an eyebrow. Sam pouted; it was a magnificent
thrust of his bruised lower lip. Dean just had to laugh again. He leant down to capture the pout in heated
kiss. “You’ve always been easy to tease, Sam.”
Sam eyed him, breathless. “You’ll let me?”
“Yeah” Dean nodded. He wasn’t a stranger to sex with a man and normally was on top, but given what he’d
put Sam through, he needed to make up for it.
Sam squinted at him, “You’re not just saying this to appease me, are you? You’ve done this?”
“Yeah” he nodded.
Sam frowned. “I’ve been uh… looking into it. But I haven’t.”
“I know” Dean smiled. “You haven’t got a clue how to proceed, eh?”
Sam flushed, “Something to do with fingers and stretching and uh… Quit laughing at me.”
Dean couldn’t help it; Sam was so cute when he was flustered. “With your fingers, you’ll be a quick study.”
He shivered at the idea of Sam’s long fingers stretching him.
“There’s something I need to tell you first. I was out of control, Sam. I hurt you.” Dean’s voice was soft and
gentle. “And I’m sorry. I can’t begin to tell you how sorry I am. I should have listened to you. Bobby says
there is some kind of spell on me, pushing me. I had this under control for a long time, Sammy. I wanted
you before this, but I’ve always kept control, always. I don’t want to hurt you. That’s the last thing I want. I
think of what I did and said.” He cleared his throat. “I’m sorry, Sammy.”
Sam stared at Dean and memorized the way his face looked, his eyes, the emotion. It pretty much was as
close as Dean got to admit his feelings and was probably as close as he was going to get to a heart to
heart. “I understand. I do, Dean.” He let a smile tug at his lips. “There’s um, some lube in my bag and
condoms.”
Dean’s eyebrows rose. “Something tells me, I’m going to regret this.” He joked. “Since I don’t have
telekinetic power you need to let me go so I can get to your bag.”
Sam obliged with a sigh and unwrapped from around Dean. He groaned from the pain of movement.
‘You sure you’re up to this?” Dean wasn’t moving too quickly himself, though his wounds weren’t as bad as
Sam’s. He flipped on a light to find his brother’s bag and stepped out of his boxers. .
“Hell, yes.” Sam growled, to hell with his complaining muscles. He wanted to tell Dean just how beautiful he
was when his brother glanced back and winked.
“I’m just that sexy, huh?” Dean said.
Sam’s face flushed. “Jerk. I’m just not going to pass up the chance to fuck you.” Sam decided that now was
the time to get out of the jeans currently confining his complaining bits.
“Bitch” Dean responded fondly as he watched Sam strip. He analyzed damage and appreciated every part
that was quickly revealed. Then he frowned, ‘I’m not sexy? Hundreds of girls would beg to differ.” Dean
leant against the other bed and eyed Sam.
“Dean!” Sam snorted. “Ok, you’re hot, yes. Now, Come back here” He crooked a long finger.
“Maybe I should make you work for it,” Dean smirked and dangled the lube, “since I’m not sexy.”
Sam reached out for the bottle, but Dean pulled it away. Sam nearly toppled off the bed, but of course he
was easily caught. A bit of horseplay later and Dean found himself underneath a very determined not so
little brother
“Thought you were injured?” Dean groaned.
“I’m younger than you; it means I have more energy, old man.” Sam snickered.
It’s the legs, Dean decided. Sam was holding him down with those long, muscular legs. “You’re taking
advantage of the situation. You know I’m not going to hit you or risk further damage.” He accused.
It was Sam’s turn to dangle the lube with a cheeky grin. “Yeah, I do.”
Dean snorted. In spite of his gruffness, he wanted this more than he would admit. He moved his legs, bent
his knees slightly and let Sam kneel between them. He smiled up at his brother who set the lube down on
the bed and just gazed at Dean.
Sam’s breath was hitched in his throat. He swallowed and sighed and glared at his bandaged arm. “I only
have one hand to touch you with.” He complained as he slid his long fingers up and down one of Dean’s
thighs and teased the hairs.
“mmmhmm…” Dean’s eyes lidded. He quickly became hard as he felt Sam’s cock rest against his. He
moved one hand to lie across both of them and instigated some badly needed friction.
He was rewarded with a groan, and Sam leant down to kiss Dean. The kiss didn’t stop with a touch of the
lips. It quickly became a challenge to see who could keep control of it the longest. His body hummed with
need as he rocked forward. He fumbled one handed as he opened the tube and clumsily coated his
fingers. Dean’s legs shifted.
He was still sucking on Dean’s tongue when he slipped one long finger between Dean’s buttocks. He didn’t
penetrate, he only teased. It seemed impossibly small to his large digit and he didn’t want to screw this up.
“Dean” He gasped for breath and conceded defeat to his brother’s talented mouth.
Dean pressed down against his finger, “Don’t think, Sam.” He told him. “Do it.” His lips were captured
again. He’d have to admit, Dean was the best kisser in the world. He’d never experienced anything like his
brother’s insistent tongue. Dean’s hands had since left their cocks and he was wildly roaming Sam’s body.
He pushed his finger in and gasped. He felt Dean grip him and tense. He wasn’t allowed to worry or stop
because Dean wouldn’t let him. “More, all the way Sam, god your fingers are huge,” he heard Dean groan
enthusiastically.
Sam grinned, nipping Dean’s lips. “You like this? What does it feel like?”
“Sam.” Dean gave him a warning grunt. “Do not make me talk during sex or I swear to god I -am- going to
kick your ass. It’d hurt a hell of a lot more if I hadn’t done this before. Move it around. Stretch me. Jesus”
He swore.
Sam wiggled his fingers with an amused smile as he stared at the various expressions on Dean’s face.
“You’re so gorgeous.”
“Shut up, Sam. Another.” Dean barked. His fingers dug into Sam’s shoulder and he exhaled when a
second long digit joined the first. “Oh yea… yeah that’s it.” His head fell back against his pillow and he
bucked his hips up.
Sam was mesmerized by the vision. Dean writhed underneath him as his own cock twitched in expectation
and he vaguely noticed Dean grope for a condom.
Sam’s fingers were so long and thick, it already felt like there were three in there. Dean whimpered. Shit,
he was going to go insane if Sam didn’t stop brushing by his prostrate accidentally and got on with it. “Stop
shifting them. Shit. Sam. There. Yeah!” Dean growled. His back arched and he shuddered. “Again!”
Oh! Sam’s eyes widened. Somehow he had touched that spot he’d read about. He smiled and worked his
fingers back into place. He watched as Dean bit his lip and trembled. He didn’t think he’d ever seen
anything so beautiful n his life as Dean on the verge of an orgasm. He felt his brother’s fingers on his cock
and he almost came right there but their only task was to slip on the condom. Jesus, what he was about to
do finally hit him.
Dean nodded at the unspoken question, “Now, Sam.”
Sam drew in a shaky breath. “Christ, Dean.” He gasped as he drew his fingers out and positioned himself.
“It’s too small.”
“Samm…” Dean warned. Next time, he was going to find away to muzzle his brother. Or maybe not, there
was too much he could do with his mouth. “Just push.”
Sam sighed and nudged Dean’s lips with his. He gasped and nearly cried out at the sudden heat around
his cock. Shit. Sweat trickled down Dean’s neck. “Dean?”
“Keep pushing.” Dean directed. “Oh yeah….oh god, yes!” His wildest dream come true, Dean felt his inner
walls contracting against the sweet intrusion. His own cock leaked against Sam’s stomach as he waited to
be fully impaled. He ran his hands through Sam’s hair, down his back up his muscles tugging and pinching
on feverish skin. “All the way, please Sam, don’t stop now.” He panted.
As for Sam, his eyes were so dark with desire and strain he didn’t know was possible. The warmth, and oh
Jesus, the sheer inexplicable pleasure of being so deep inside the one person in the world he loved more
than life itself. He tried to balance on one arm and sighed when he felt Dean catch his wounded arm and
hold it gently. “I’ve got you.” Dean said softly. “Move, Move! I mean now, Sam.”
And so he did. Captured by Dean completely, Sam could only do as bid. His brother’s legs tightened
around him and the intensity of it was almost too much to handle. They kissed again, but this time there
was nothing to hold back. There was too much to taste the first time, too much to need. It was their
deliverance from the evil that surrounded them. They could drown in each other and block out the rest of
reality while they sucked, nibbled and tugged on skin so hot it could burn the devil himself. There were
words, but nothing was coherent. There were sounds and that was all that anyone would need to know that
these two were so connected in pure passion that nothing short of divine intervention would break them.
When Sam came inside him, Dean thought he had felt something like heaven open up and swathe him in a
warm fuzzy light. Sam had managed to find his prostrate and work him into passionate frenzy. He’d come a
few moments before and they rode out the aftermath as the bed shook beneath them. Sam collapsed on
top of Dean and buried his face in his brother’s neck.
Exhausted and out of breath, Dean blinked and held onto Sam. Gently he eased his brother out and took
care of the condom. Sam shivered and whimpered. They lay like that until after a while, Dean grunted.
“Sam, I need to breathe.”
Sam shifted back to their original position, his face still buried against Dean’s neck. His lips brushed skin
as he did so.
“You ok?” Dean asked in concern. “You know, that gave a whole new meaning to the words ‘fuck you into
the mattress’. I don’t think I’m gonna move for a week.”
“’m fine.” Sam mumbled.
‘Need a painkiller?”
“Yeah, Euphoria only does so much.” Sam replied.
Dean stretched for the bottle and glass of water he’d left by Sam’s bed. “Here.”
Sam took the prescription medication. “You need anything?”
Dean shook his head. “Nah, I’m good.” He smiled, damp with sweat.
Sam wasn’t that much better off, his skin glistened in the lamplight and his hair stuck to his forehead
haphazardly. “Dean, that was-“
“I know, Amazing.” He grinned at Sam nonchalantly. “You really think I’d let you down?” He winked. “I’m a
sex God, you know.”
“You didn’t do –all- the work.” Sam huffed.
Dean played with the back of Sam’s hair. “Now, love. I am going to pass out. Do me a favor and don’t wake
me up till next week, ok? I think by then my body will have recovered.”
“Dean?”
“What?”
“You don’t expect me to wait a week to do that again, do you?” Sam put a great deal of effort into the pout
and look he gave Dean just then.
That earned him a glare.
*
Sam had got away intact, and Steven knew that’s all father had wanted. The problem was that Michael had
escaped him. Michael had tasted Sam’s blood and would track him down. There was of course, the most
logical place to find the boys. He knew where they would have gone. Michael didn’t, not yet. He might still
get there in time. There was an easy way to travel of course but a familiar face would get to the boys faster
than not. Steve knew that he was giving his existence so Sam could live. He accepted that part of his fate.
The fact that Dean had betrayed him to suffer Michael’s wrath would earn that particular Winchester a one
way ticket to be the life of the party that eagerly waited for him.
*
Bobby was sure of it now. He knew what he had to do to break whatever was latched on to Dean. He only
worried that he was going to ruin what the boys had now. He’d have to tell them when they woke up. Well,
when they got up anyway. He smirked, taking a pull of his beer. He pulled out his wallet and took out a
picture of him and John, taken back on one of their first hunts together.
“You always knew, didn’t you, Johnny.” He sighed. “I know what I have to do now. I just hope it works.”
Chapter Twelve
Dean opened one eye the next morning to the exceedingly pleasant sensation of Sam’s tongue on his
neck and his hand doing a very good job of making sure that even if Dean wasn’t coherent, he was up.
“Good morning.” Sam whispered. Every muscle ached and yet his body eagerly responded to his brother’s
touch. He really needed a shower and food and Sam. Oh god, yes. Sam. “I was beginning to wonder what
it would take to wake you.” Sam said softly.
“Apparently you found a way.” Dean grunted. Sam’s hand nearly covered his entire cock. His legs bent
slightly as he lifted himself into the touch. He swallowed and couldn’t help but dig his fingers into Sam’s
shoulder. It didn’t take long for warm seed to spill between those long sensual digits. He panted and stared
at Sam, eyes glazed. “That wasn’t fair; you’d been working me for a long time before I woke up.” He
complained.
“You’re up, now.” Sam said with a twinkle in his eye as he nipped Dean’s cheek.
“Sam, we can’t stay like this the whole day.” Not that this was unpleasant, but they had things to do. “I
really need a shower.”
Sam propped himself up to stare at Dean, it began to dawn on him that Dean didn’t want sex just then. Nor
did he want to talk. “Shower, ok.” Sam nodded.
“Sam.” Dean eyed his brother, Sam had –that- look in his eye. Dean sat up and immediately winced. Yeah,
there was going to be some difficulty sitting for a while. “Look.” He reached up to play with the hair on the
back of his brother’s neck. “This thing between us, I loved it. Ok? I want it, just not now. We have shit to
take care of, and..” Dean paused as Sam turned to look him in the eye.
“And what?” Sam’s voice was too soft, too controlled.
“Aw, Hell, Sammy. You know me. I’m not going to change overnight.” Dean sighed. “I’m the way I am.”
Sam knew that very well. “What are you trying to say, Dean?”
“Don’t try and make me into what I’m not, Sam.” Dean swung his legs over the bed. “I’m not Prince
Charming, and I’m not going to suddenly change into Mr Perfect either just because we’re fucking now.”
“Do you have to make it sound so crude?” Sam hated it when Dean put everything into terms that made
him feel cheap. It hadn’t been cheap, it had been perfect. It had been the best sex Sam ever had.
“It is what it is, Sam. Sex isn’t bunnies and fluff.” Dean snorted. “Look.” He stood. “I’m trying to say that you
can’t force me to be what I’m not. I want you, I love what we did and I want to do it again, but touchy feely
ain’t my gig, Sam. You know that. And I like girls too, a lot. I’m not trying to hurt you Sam, I’m just… this is
the way I am.”
He knew, and no matter how much it hurt, Sam responded quietly. “Dean, it’s ok. I don’t want to change
you. It’s fine. I understand. I love you the way you are.”
Dean didn’t know why those words made him feel worse but it did. He shifted from one foot to the other.
After a few moments he nodded. “I love you too, Sam. Come on, join me in the shower, we’ll kill two birds
with one stone.” He winked and nodded towards Sam’s still hard cock.
Dean’s response lifted Sam’s mood and he smiled. “I’ll just wrap my arm first.” He carefully stood up mindful
of all the pain.
It was going to work out. Dean was sure.
*
Dean came out first, showered, refreshed and quite thoroughly fucked. He eased onto a chair and
reached for an apple.
“Hard night?” Bobby smirked. He poured pancake mix onto the pan. He knew very well what had gone on in
that room since he left Dean alone with Sam.
Dean stretched his legs out, groaned and shifted again.
“You know, if you wear yourselves out you’re not going to be able to fight.” Bobby noted.
“Point taken.” Dean returned the smirk. “But what a way to go…”
Bobby just rolled his eyes.
*
Sam pulled on his shirt and ran a comb through his hair. He truly was a walking bruise now, he decided.
The pain medication wasn’t helping much but he’d have to learn to deal with it. He knew he shouldn’t be
feeling like this. He knew that he had to trust Dean and that Dean did love him. The idea of watching his
brother hit on a woman was churning in his stomach. Why wasn’t he enough? Sam sighed.
Nothing would be enough for someone like Dean. Trying to hold him down would be next to impossible,
especially if he wasn’t ready. Would he be able to deal with this ache? He couldn’t deal with the idea of not
having Dean at all. Now that he’d been inside his brother twice there was no going back. He craved the
heat and needed Dean. He knew he couldn’t change his brother. Dean was the way he was. He just wished
he was a little more sensitive. Sam sighed at himself. “Now you really are acting like a girl.” He told his
reflection in the mirror. His stomach growled, god he was hungry. It was time to get back to reality.
*
Sam was greeted by the delightful smell of pancakes and fruit and fresh maple syrup when he walked into
the kitchen. He slid his gaze to Dean who was already stuffing his face.
“Sorry, couldn’t wait, these are just too good.” He told Sam.
“Hey Sam, you were pretty out of it last night when Dean brought you here. Feeling better?” Bobby asked
as he stacked a plate.
“Yeah, much.” Sam sat down and accepted the plate.
Bobby exchanged a glance with Dean. “You haven’t told him?”
“Told him what?” Dean smothered a pancake in butter, berries and syrup. Sam couldn’t help but watch his
fingers as he licked them. “Oh!” He grinned at Sam. “Bobby knows, Sam.”
Bobby knows? Just what did Bobby know? Sam looked between the two of them, confused.
Dean said between mouthfuls, “He knows about us.”
Sam blinked a few times and cleared his throat. He met Bobby’s gaze and was surprised by what he found
there, understanding.
Having dealt with John in the past, Bobby knew exactly what Sam was going through. Dean was almost
exactly like John and had as much trouble being sensitive. Maybe he’d tell Sam one day, but not now.
“Yeah, it’s ok Sam. I’ve been there.” He put some extra berries on Sam’s plate.
Sam swallowed. “Thanks.” He looked down at his plate and began to eat. It really was good and kind of
nice to have a home cooked meal.
“Bobby, did you find out anything about how to handle the situation we discussed last night?” Dean asked
after a few minutes.
“Yeah.” Bobby nodded. “But you’re not going to like it.”
“Lay it on me.”
*
Steve pulled up his car to the junk yard and wrinkled his nose. It smelled of hunter. More than that, it
smelled of Winchester and John’s scent still lingered. He wondered why father hadn’t destroyed this place
yet. He’d done some research on this one. He was a hunter of demons, he knew all the lore and yet he
now chose to hide in this spot in the middle of nowhere. He chose to let John Winchester stay in hell.
He started walking to the front door when he saw Dean standing a few yards from the door, gun in hand. “I
see you were expecting me.”
Dean snorted. “You didn’t seriously think you could waltz right in after what you did to me? After what you
did to Sam?”
Steve smirked, “I don’t think I was the one to do anything to Sam. Besides, you’re the one who broke our
contract.”
“We never had a contract.”
“Nothing official of course, but still,” Steve didn’t seem all that concerned about Dean and his gun. “You
don’t make bargains with devils and expect to come out unscathed. Where is Sam? Whether you believe it
or not, I’m here to protect him. Michael’s coming.”
Dean kept his gun fixed on Steve.
“Oh please.” Steve rolled his eyes. “You don’t really think that’s going to hurt me do you?”
Dean cocked the gun and fired. “You are in for one hell of a surprise.” The bullet passed into Steve’s
shoulder and he staggered back.
Pain laced through the demon’s body. “What the hell?” His body had begun to sizzle and fry.
Dean strode forward, firing. Steve was down on the ground, choking from the pain. “You should really look
where you are stepping before you walk onto it.” He told Steve as he stood directly over him. “This road
has been dosed in holy water and contains a blood ritual that binds any demon who steps foot on it and
renders it vulnerable.”
Steve did not have time to respond as his body burst into flames and fire consumed him.
Dean looked down at the ashes with a smirk.
Sam stood at the doorway, pale and weak, his eyes fixed on Dean Bobby rested a hand on his shoulder
knowing exactly what Sam was going through. Dean had just killed the thing that had been subtly
influencing him to act on his desires. He knew the questions running through Sam’s head because he’d
asked them before, ten years ago.
*
The argument was one of many they’d had in the last six months. John was instant on finding the demon
that caused this whole mess. To Bobby, it wasn’t a mess. But to John, he’d hurt his best friend and was
consumed by the desire to get rid of the thing that made him forget himself.
“You can’t do this, John.” Bobby spread his hands as he watched his lover load weapons into his car. He
had a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach; John was consumed with vengeance and always had been.
“I can and I will, Bob. Listen to me, for god sake. I’ve found it, I know where it lives. I’m going to destroy it.
Make it pay for what it did to us. I’m not going to let it hurt anyone else.”
“Let it go, John.” Bobby caught his sleeve.
“I’m sorry, I can’t.” John exhaled. “Look, Bobby, I know you think that things are going to change if I kill it.
They’re not. I promise you. They’re not going to change. I’ll be back.”
“It’s just that you’ve been happy, John. I saw you smile. I don’t want to lose you.” Bobby stuck his hands in
his pockets as he watched John.
John reached over and set his hand on the back of Bobby’s neck. He smiled, “Trust me, Bobby. I’ll be
back.”
But John hadn’t come back, not to continue where they’d left off. Bobby was lucky if he saw him once or
twice a year. Each time, the kids had been with him. Each time, John never brought up the demon, or the
past until the last fight they had and he’d told John to get the hell away from him and never come back.
That’s when he’d brought out the shotgun. John last words to him had been meant to hurt and meant to
get him out of his life.
Now Bobby knew why.
*
There was a flicker of light around Dean, subtle multi-colored light and he blinked several times and shook
his head as though clearing it. The lights dissipated and he exhaled. Now that Dean had killed Steve the
spell was broken.
He stood up to see Bobby and Sam in the doorway. “That son of a bitch had it coming.” He kicked at the
ashes. “We’ll have more trouble with Michael, Michael can fly.”
“What are you two staring at?” He raised his brows.
“Dean?” Sam ventured.
“Christ, Sam. It was just a demon, why do you look like I killed your best friend? Did I miss something?
Fuck, I’m starving, let’s have lunch.”
Bobby said under his breath to Sam. “After a spell has been lifted, the subject is always hungry.” He
squeezed Sam’s shoulder.
The reassurance didn’t do anything to ease Sam’s mind. In those few words he’d seen a change in Dean.
He watched his brother walk back into the house and to the kitchen to pull out food. Dean sat down and
grunted. “Fuck, I feel like I’ve had a run in with a tank.” He shifted on the chair. “My ass is killing me.”
Sam sighed and looked at Bobby. “He doesn’t remember.” The younger Winchester’s helpless expression
nearly broke Bobby’s heart.
“Remember what?” Dean wanted to know. “Something happen?”
“Sam, you knew there would be consequences.” Bobby began.
“What the fuck?” Dean glared at the two of them. “What are you talking about? Sam? What’s wrong?”
Sam looked down at the floor. “Forget it.”
Bobby opened his mouth as if to say something but Sam had turned and walked out.
“I need some air.” Sam stalked out of the building.
“What’s with him?” Dean asked Bobby. “I swear he gets more sensitive every day. It’s like having a girl for
a brother.”
Bobby glared at Dean. “Now you listen to me, Dean Winchester and you listen well. I know you don’t
remember everything that happened over the last few days but I’m not going to let you hurt Sam more than
you already have, you get me? Now you go the hell out there and tell him you remember everything. I don’t
care if you don’t. I want you to put aside this manly bullshit your father and you cling to and admit you love
him and have wanted him since before this shit happened. If you don’t, so help me God, I’m going to make
you regret it.”
“Huh?” Dean stared, slack jawed.
“Move it!” Bobby snarled.
Dean had a feeling he was going to be sorry if he didn’t so he was out of the kitchen and after Sam like a
shot. It didn’t take long to find him. Sam was standing by the Impala. His shoulders shook slightly. Hell, he
was crying.
“Sammy?”
Sam’s head shot up and he glanced back at Dean. “I’m sorry, Dean. I c-can’t.”
“Shit.” Dean stuck his hands in his pockets. “The last few days are hazy, Sammy. Tell me about them.
Look. Whatever happened, we’ll deal with it ok? You’re my brother, Sam. Nothings going to change how I
feel about you.”
“This will.” Sam said a defeated look in his eyes.
Chapter Thirteen
Dean stared at Sam for a very long time after he heard the whole story. Sam had begun right from when
he had started to act differently. He’d left out some details, he could tell but one particular one was
impossible to make up. He knew because he could feel it and if he allowed himself he could remember. In
fact, there were images in his mind of sex with Sam. It had nearly killed him to watch his brother’s tears. He’
d been himself except that he hadn’t been. In order to release him from the spell, Sam had put his heart on
the line and risked losing Dean. Bobby had known Dean would revert back and once the spell was gone
the erratic behavior would stop. He’d said he had seen it happen before but wouldn’t elaborate.
Part of it was true, he’d always been attracted to Sam but he’d never let himself be tempted to do anything
about it. The entire time he’d been Dean, but under influence. Of course Sam was upset because there
had been no such influence over Sam. Everything his little brother had done was real and from the heart.
Sam wanted him and loved him. He looked at Sam’s hands, they were shaking. He looked up at his face.
There was so much anguish that it tore into his soul. It was not just the tears that refused to stop falling
even though Sam angrily wiped them away. It was not the trembling of Sam’s lips or the way he kept his
distance from Dean.
“I know.” Sam swallowed as he choked back a sob. “I know I can’t ever expect anything from you now,
Dean. I’ll do anything you want. Just don’t leave me.”
Oh God, he put his hands on Sam’s shoulders. “I’m not going to leave you.” He told Sam softly and pulled
him into a tight hug.
Sam sagged against Dean, he buried his head against his brother’s neck as his shoulders continued to
shake. He was trying so hard to stop the tears. “Its ok, Sammy” Dean could only think to say. “I’m not going
anywhere. I’m not going to leave you.”
*
The next few days passed quickly for Dean as he and Bobby prepared to fight Michael. Sam was still too
injured to take part in the battle and Dean had insisted on him getting rest. Nothing more had been said
about sex or love. Dean had gone back to sleeping in a separate bed.
The first night had been torture for Sam. He would open his eyes every so often and wish it wasn’t so dark
in the room so he could see Dean’s face. He was unable to stop wanting the love he knew was still there.
He’d just have to give Dean a little time.
Bobby was all business with the two of them, but it was clear that he was pissed at Dean. He didn’t say it,
but Dean could tell.
After a while it started to irritate Dean enough that one day when Sam was out of ear shot he glared at his
father’s old friend. “What is with you?”
“I could ask you the same thing.” Bobby retorted.
“I’m doing the best I can with this situation.” Dean growled. “You think it’s easy?”
“No Dean, I don’t think it’s easy. But I think you’re killing your brother.” Bobby glared. “Don’t tell me you
haven’t seen it.”
“He’ll get over it.” Dean said defensively.
“No he won’t Dean. This is not something you just get over. He’s broken and you won’t fix him.”
“What am I supposed to do? He’s my little brother for Gods sake. I practically raised him.” Dean said
between his teeth. “It’s wrong and you know it. I don’t know, I’ll find him a girl and he’ll forget all about it.”
“This is Sam we’re talking about, Dean. He’s all or nothing. It may be wrong, but what you’re doing is a hell
of a lot worse.”
“What am I doing, Bobby?”
“You’re denying it. You’re denying yourself the chance at love, Dean, a love more pure than you can
possibly imagine. You’re denying it because –they- manipulated you. They’ve won after all. Every time you
turn out that light, turn away from Sam and go to sleep you’re killing him and you are ruining any chance
that things might work out for you boys.”
“How can it possibly work out with the life we lead?” Dean demanded.
“Make it work, Dean. Make it work because I can’t stand watching Sam die every time you don’t touch him.”
Dean watched as Bobby stalked off. Sometimes the man had an uncanny way with words. He sighed. It
wasn’t that he didn’t want Sam it was just that he’d hurt his brother badly and he didn’t know how to fix
things.
*
“Dean? Bobby said I’d find you out here.” Sam came around the other side of the house.
Dean stood by a workbench and was involved in the schematics of a crossbow they were working on.
“Yeah, what’s up, Sammy?”
“I’m feeling better now, not in quite so much pain. Can I help?” He glanced at the blueprint and pieces near
Dean.
They looked at each other for a long moment and Dean nodded. “Yeah, Sure.” He handed Sam a
screwdriver. “Just remember which end to use.” He joked.
The next few hours were the best Sam had had since the spell was broken on Dean. They acted like
brothers again. The camaraderie was back and it felt right as they discussed how the crossbow was going
to help defeat Michael.
“See, I’m gonna coat the tips with the child’s blood on the dagger. I know it’s messy, but hey, it’ll work.
Once we impale that sucker with a few of these, he’s screwed.” Dean grinned enthusiastically.
Sam was pleased. The last thing he needed was to have Michael still out there wanting to kill him for
redemption. However, he made the mistake of not noticing there was loose ply wood near his feet and he
stumbled on the boards. Dean caught him in time and held him steady.
Oh, God, how good it felt to be in Dean’s arms again. Sam almost wanted to fake injury just to remain
there. He inhaled his brother’s scent and closed his eyes. “I’m fine, sorry, still a bit off balance.” He
murmured.
He expected Dean to release him immediately but that didn’t happen. Instead he felt fingers brush his hair.
Sam’s eyes flew open and he saw Dean staring at him with an expression that made him shiver with hope.
The kiss that followed was Sam’s salvation. He knew he hadn’t been the one to instigate it. Dean had
closed the distance between their lips and was kissing him. It was soft at first but quickly turned into
desperate need. When they parted, Dean panted against him and he wasn’t sure he’d remain upright if his
brother let go of him.
“Was that for real, Dean?” Sam wondered.
Dean gave Sam a small smile and nodded. “Yeah. Bobby’s right, I’ve been denying it for too long. The
spell was designed to tear us apart by tapping on my hidden desires and making me act on them. But that’
s just it Sam. I’ve had them for a long time. I thought it was better not to do anything. I’m an idiot.” He
adjusted Sam so he was upright and steady. “I need to touch you again, Sammy.”
“Then touch me, Dean.” Sam’s heart was beginning to lift. “Take me wherever you want to go.”
“Where, Sam?” Dean looked up at his brother, no longer able to deny what he wanted most in the world.
“Where?”
“To the place only you and I exist.”
Chapter Fourteen
If Dean hadn’t come to his senses, Bobby didn’t know what he would have done. He couldn’t watch it
happen all over again and he was relieved that he didn’t have to intervene again. Watching them torment
John had been more than he could bear.
“Hey, Bobby” Sam loomed in the doorway to his workshop. Like Bobby, he was an early riser. Dean was
still in bed. “Morning.”
“Hey yourself Sam, you’re looking better today.” Bobby assessed the young man. He really did look better
and there was color to his cheeks.
“I am thanks.” It was true, Sam had never been happier in his life. Sleep in Dean’s arms was easy. Being in
love with Dean was easy. It felt like the most natural thing in the world. “I have been meaning to ask you
something. How did you know how to defeat Steven? You said you’d seen this happen before.”
Bobby set down the special arrow heads he was working on for the bolts. He knew that Sam wouldn’t rest
until he got a straight answer. As long as there was no chance of Dean overhearing, he’d explain. They
both knew Dean was still asleep. The only time the elder Winchester got out of bed this early in the
morning is if he absolutely had to. “Do you remember the last time you and your brother were here before
John’s death? It was a few years ago, before you went to college.”
“I remember. Dad was angry and you pulled out a shotgun on him and ordered us off.” Sam sat down to
watch their friend.
“Your Dad tended to bring out the worst in people.” Bobby crossed his arms as he leant against the
workbench. “I don’t know why he kept coming back but I’d had enough. I think he knew that something bad
was going to happen. I think that’s why he said what he came back again about a year before he died. He
asked me to take care of you boys if anything happened to him. I told him to get the hell out of my life once
and for all. I was sick of it. I was tired of him coming and going as he pleased. Sam. I love you and Dean
like you’re my own kids. Your Dad, he chose the hunt. He could have had a life after Mary’s death, but he
chose the hunt over everything. He chose it over you, over Dean… and over me. He was consumed by the
desire for revenge.”
Sam stared at Bobby, wide-eyed. “You’re joking. Oh god, you’re not.” He could only stare at Bobby in
amazement. He’d never even guessed. “Jesus, don’t tell Dean.”
“Sammy, you and I both know Dean has a rose colored version of his father. He imagines that John was
some kind of perfect hero. But the fact is, he was a selfish bastard. And yes, he was put under the
influence of the same thing Dean was. They were toying with him back then, pushing him, driving him over
the edge. He’d come to me for sanity but couldn’t control himself. I tried helping him, Sam. I did what I
could. We did eventually break the spell, but he stopped coming by regularly after that. The last time he
was here, he had the nerve to tell me it was more than just lust that he did care and that he needed me
onboard. So I asked him, why the hell was he still trying to get himself killed if that was true? The argument
escalated, he tried to be aggressive so I pulled out my shotgun and told him I never wanted to see his face
again. Looking back now, I know he did it on purpose. I know he knew he was walking into death.” Bobby
shrugged. “I asked myself a million times if there was anything I could have done but there wasn’t. Once
people like your father and Dean get something into their heads, there’s no changing their mind. They are
so alike, it’s frightening sometimes.”
“You were in love with my Dad.” Sam really was taking this very well, considering.
“Since the minute he blundered into my life with you two in tow and demons on his mind.” Bobby sighed
and nodded. “So, I know what you’re going through. Dean’s just like John.”
“He’s not just like Dad, Bobby. He’ll be ok. He’s getting used to the idea of loving me.” Sam swallowed.
“But, yes. I know. I know what’s going t happen as soon as we get back on the road. He won’t want to be
held down.”
“For your sake, Sam, I hope that doesn’t happen.” Bobby said sincerely.
“Bobby, I also think you misjudged my Dad.” Sam said carefully. “Almost everyone we meet tells us how he
pushed them all away and got on their bad side. You’re right; he knew he was in trouble. I think he knew
that they were using his friends against him. Look at what happened to Pastor Jim and Caleb. I think it
would have killed him if they got to you.”
“Maybe you’re right, but it doesn’t matter now. He’s dead.” Bobby said with a sigh. “And as for you and
Dean, well, we’ll see. Won’t we?”
“Yeah” Sam nodded. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell him.”
Sam made his way back to their bedroom and sat down on the edge of the bed to just stare down at Dean.
He was so beautiful when he slept. All the cares in the world were gone; his eyes were not creased with
worry lines. He reached to brush Dean’s hair and caress his cheek gently. Last night, he’d offered Dean
the option of taking him instead. He still hadn’t felt what it was like. Dean had refused. Sam knew why, he
was still hurt and Dean didn’t want to hurt him any more than he already was. He couldn’t love him any
more for that.
He ran his fingers over Dean’s chest and chuckled when he saw the slight bruises where he’d pinched and
nibbled skin a bit too hard.
“Something amuses you?” Dean inquired; he still had his eyes closed.
“You bruise easily.” Sam leant down and kissed one of them.
Dean snorted and yawned. “What time is it?”
“6:30” Sam chuckled.
‘Christ, what are you trying to do, kill me with lack of sleep?” Dean complained.
“I was just coming back to bed.” Sam kicked off his boots and cuddled up to Dean. “I love you.” He
whispered against his brother’s neck.
“I don’t blame you.” Dean smirked.
Sam hit him.
*
Michael was a little more difficult to take care of than Steve. A flying demon was harder to catch and even
harder to shoot at. Dean didn’t want to waste crossbow bullets. He Dean and Bobby were trying to get
Michael to land somewhere.
Sam had been put into a protective circle and felt pretty useless while Bobby and Dean fought off the
Demon. He began to panic when he saw Dean get flung backwards and when he dropped the cross bow,
Sam couldn’t hold back any longer. He ran to pick it up.
Dean was on his feet almost immediately and at Sam’s side. While Bobby distracted the creature, Dean
rounded on Sam. “What are you thinking? Get back in the circle!” He flung Sam to the ground as Michael
swooped down with a screech and sideswiped Dean. He suffered a gash to his cheek from Michael’s claws
and his shirt was ripped open along his chest. “Get the fuck back there now, Sam!”
Michael flew down towards the boys, Sam in particular. His eyes gleamed fire and his sword glowed in the
moonlight and he brought it down only to get a crossbow bolt between the eyes from Bobby. Sam glanced
over at Bobby and had never seen him like that before. The demon shrieked and sizzled from the effect of
the child’s blood, it’s claws latched on to Bobby’s crossbow and it fought to wrench the thing away.
Sam panted and crawled along the ground towards Dean who was doing a good job of bleeding into the
mud. “Dean? Dean!” He tried to stop the flow of blood by bunching up Dean’s shirt and putting pressure
on the wound.
“Easy, Sammy. It’s not bad. I’m alright.” Dean reassured his brother. “Help Bobby.”
Sam reached for Dean’s crossbow and fired at Michael. The hardest part about using a crossbow was
reloading it. Sam struggled to get several more bolts off while Michael was in range. Luckily, the bolts were
finally doing the trick and the demon burst into flames. Sam let go a sigh of relief.
It was over.
Bobby spat on the ground of the sizzling creature and murmured an incantation of some kind.
Sam pulled at Dean. “Dean? Can you stand?”
“Yeah”
He helped Dean to his feet.
“That was totally a totally dumbass move, Sammy.” Dean chided.
“The hell it was.” Sam shook his head. “If you think I’m going to sit inside protection while you get your ass
kicked, you’re brain dead.”
“It was after you, Sam. You should have stayed protected.”
“We got it, Dean. Michael’s gone. Let’s just get you cleaned and stitched up.” Sam looked over to Bobby.
“It’s over right.”
“For now” Bobby nodded, “until they send another one after you.”
*
The yellow eyed Demon took a swipe at a piece of John’s flesh that had seen better days. He cupped his
chin and glared at the hunter. “What do you think dear Bobby would say if he saw you now?”
John did not even give the demon the pleasure of struggling. The things he had endured in the last
however many months that had passed were worth it, if only to give the boys time. Nothing else mattered.
“Leave him alone!” If anything happened to Bobby because of this, he’d never forgive himself.
“I don’t think you’re in any position to give orders, Johnny my friend. Your boys won this round, but the
wars just started. Isn’t it amusing that Dean takes after you so much?”
“Shut up.” John spat. He knew that as long as the yellow eyed demon was focused on him, he’d leave the
boys alone, and he’d leave Bobby alone.
*
For the next few days Dean let Sam mother hen him. Deep down, he enjoyed it. It was comforting in a way
to watch Sam as he moved about. They were both recovering from the trauma and he was really unsure
how to react to it. He knew without a shadow of a doubt that had the demon not used that spell on him he
would never have instigated anything with Sam. He would have kept it bottled inside him until his dying
breath. He’d have never compromised their relationship no matter how much he wanted it.
Now there was no going back. It had happened, and he knew that if he tried to stop it, Sam would be
devastated. He didn’t –want- it to stop. He really didn’t but a romance between two hunters? It could never
work even if they didn’t have the problem of being brothers. He couldn’t end it. He’d never do that to Sam.
It would just have to work out, somehow.
“What are you thinking about?” Sam traced Dean’s jaw line.
“Us” his brother said softly.
“We’ll be fine, Dean.” Sam smiled. “I know you’ve got your doubts. I promise I’ll only act like a girl when you’
re wounded and needy.”
Dean looked at him suspiciously. “That would be a first.”
“Shut –up-.” Sam scowled.
“Make me.” Dean taunted.
“Jerk”
“Bitch”
Sam crushed his lips to Dean’s.
Chapter Fifteen
A few days later, Dean was sitting on one of Bobby’s deck chairs, attempting to enjoy music. The one thing
he lamented about their friends place is the lack of a sound system. It was another stifling hot day and he
was shirt off and feet up, in jeans and he was barefoot, boots sitting nearby, of course. Sam stared at the
image and debated taking a picture for future bribery possibilities.
“Bobby needs to invest in central air.” Dean told Sam as his brother dropped a beer in his lap.
“Dean, it’s a junk yard.” Sam laughed. He clicked his bottle together with Dean’s and they sat in silence for
a while. “How the damage today?”
Dean smirked. “What kind? Name a muscle, it hurts.”
“Yeah, I know how you feel.” Sam agreed.
“Not exactly” Dean noted, “You don’t know about some of the muscles I’m talking about, yet, anyway.”
“Dean!” Sam rolled his eyes. “I told you that you could, you just haven’t.”
“The time isn’t right.” Dean shrugged.
Sam got up from his chair and crouched by Dean. He laid a hand on his lover’s arm and just smiled at him.
“What?” Dean looked up at Sam.
Sam leant forward and kissed Dean spontaneously. It was the kind of sweet kiss that turns into something
warm and real. There was a light aftertaste of beer and the uniqueness that was Dean. Sam straddled his
brother’s lap and grinned.
“What’s this for?” Dean ran his hands down Sam’s back. Not that he minded having his lap full.
“Being you” Sam traced his brother’s cheek. “Keeping us together, coming to get me; always being there.”
“Heh” Dean grinned, “That’s what big brothers are for, keepin’ the little ones out of trouble.”
“Dean, I’m not little.”
“That I’m well aware of.” Dean winked. “My ass can attest to it.”
“God, do you have to be crude about everything?” Sam rolled his eyes. “Dean, I want you to know. I love
you. No matter what, ok? No matter what happens, I just want you to remember that.”
Dean searched Sam’s eyes. “You’re not planning on taking off are you? Because that would really piss me
off if I had to go hunting you after everything.”
“No.” Sam had to laugh. “But you know what Bobby said. We may be catching a breather here but shits
coming, and a lot of it.
“I know.” Dean nodded. He knew more than he would ever let on, now anyway, especially after what Dad
told him. He stared at Sam and rubbed his thighs. “Let’s enjoy what we have.”
Sam smiled wickedly at Dean and leant down to nibble his ear, then he whispered. “I want to ride you.”
Dean stared, “Here? On this chair?”
“Yeah” Sam writhed a bit on Dean’s lap, exciting a certain part of his brother that he knew couldn’t resist
him.
“Sammy. It’d collapse ten minutes in.”
“Then come inside.” Sam coaxed.
“I was enjoying the day, you know.” Dean decided he’d tease Sam a bit. He shifted and slid his hands to
cup his lover’s buttocks. “You’re blocking the sun. I was trying to get a tan.”
Sam smirked. “So that’s what it’s going to be like today, huh?”
“I can’t help it that you want my body all the time. I mean, who wouldn’t?”
Sam massaged Dean’s chest lightly. “Do I need to get satisfaction elsewhere?”
Dean gave a warning growl. “Don’t even think about it.”
Sam’s thumbs rolled over his brother’s nipples. “Wouldn’t dream of it; just want to feel your cock.”
“Well, you’re not riding it, not your first time, anyway.” Dean shook his head. “And not on this chair, if you
must insist on sex, we’re going inside.”
“The things you’re willing to sacrifice for me, huh?”
Dean gave Sam a plaintive look.
Sam laughed and jumped up. He hooked his fingers in Dean’s jeans and yanked his brother to his feet,
then pressed them both together and aligned their bodies.
Dean settled his arms over Sam’s shoulders and they stood there for a few minutes just staring at each
other. “You really want me to fuck you, don’t you?”
“Yeah” Sam leant down and kissed Dean again. It was a lazy gentle kiss that was meant only for warmth
and contact. “But I prefer to think of it as making love. We don’t fuck Dean.”
Dean rolled his eyes. “You’re such a romantic. Next you’ll want candle lit dinners and teddy bears with
hearts and crap.”
“One of us has to be.” Sam noted, he pulled Dean against him again and ground their cocks together. He
could tell his brother was more than a little aroused.
“Move it.” Dean pulled away roughly and smacked Sam’s ass.
*
Sam had already pulled off his jeans and was working on his shirt by the time they got back to the
bedroom. Dean waited in the doorway, a smirk on his lips. “What are you waiting for?” Sam eyed Dean.
Dean looked innocent. “I’m enjoying the view.”
Sam raised a brow as he pulled down the covers of the bed and saw what was hiding underneath it. There
was a medium sized brown paper bag tied with a single pink ribbon. “Pink?” He eyed Dean suspiciously.
“What’s this for?”
“Can’t a guy give his own brother a present every now and then?”
“Well considering how many birthdays you’ve forgotten, you owe me.” Sam picked up the bag gleefully and
shook it.
“For god sake, just open the bag.”
“Maybe I should wait till after sex.”
“Saaaam.” Dean eyed his brother.
And so the bag was opened and Sam flushed. “Dean…”
“What?”
He pulled out a silver chain. It was one of those chain links that one would use to attach a key ring to your
belt. Sam peered at it and noticed fairly small key dangling from it, with three tiny sparkling diamonds on
the key head. “Dean those are real.” He gasped. “How did you afford this?”
“I got my connections. Look closer.”
Sam’s heart did somersault. His lips trembled. “Dean…”
“Yeah well, call me sentimental sometimes.” Actually Dean had spent several days trying to figure out what
to get Sam. In the end, a girl had helped him in the jewelry store. He'd never admit it though.
There was a tiny inscription on the other side of the key head. “The key to my heart – D.”
It was simple, it was to the point and Sam was too overcome by emotion to say anything.
“I figured this way, uh, it would be a subtle thing to carry around and should crazy shit happen, maybe it’ll
remind you.” Dean shuffled from one foot to the other. “That I love you, and you know I’m not the type to
give out fuzzy shit.”
Sam surged to his feet and pulled Dean towards the bed. He pushed Dean on it and tugged at his jeans
until they were both naked, then he climbed onto his brother and stared at him, still holding the chain in his
hand. “This is beautiful; Dean, but I don’t have anything for you.”
“You do have something to give me.” Dean drew his hands up Sam’s back and laced his fingers in his
brother’s hair. “I’ll take it now.” He switched their positions so quickly it made Sam yelp. “I have to warn you,
Sam. It’s going to hurt at first, but I promise you I’ll make it good.”
“Then you’ll let me ride you?” Sam’s eyes glinted. “I’ve wanted to do that since we started this.”
“Well, you’ll have to wait in line, considering there are all these women who just love to—Oof!” Dean
grunted as Sam punched him.
“You know I’ll always be the first in line for you, Dean.” Sam said softly. “And anyone else can just wait for
eternity for all I care.” Sam wrapped the chain around and around his wrist and hooked it there for the time
being. “You’re mine, Dean.”
Dean grinned as Sam wrapped his legs around his waist and pressed up into him. His cock wasn’t having
any trouble reacting to anything his brother did now. They kissed and he gave a low rumble as Sam
tugged at his lower lip with his teeth. “Normally I’m supposed to do this with your legs over your shoulders.”
“Fuck that.” Sam scoffed. “My legs are just fine where they are, keeping you in place.”
“Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” Dean purred. “But I will make sure you are fully prepared.” He reached for the
lube and stuck a still wrapped condom between Sam’s lips. “Hold that for me will ya?” He snickered at his
brother’s expression.
He doused his fingers with a generous amount of lube. “I wish I could take a video of this.” He whispered as
he kissed Sam’s neck. “So I can watch you have your first real orgasm over and over again.” He took the
condom. “You have no idea what this is going to feel like. I want to watch every minute.”
“I trust you Dean.” Sam clutched his brother’s shoulders.
“Keep your eyes open and look at me.” Dean ordered. He slipped his hand down and felt the crease of
Sam’s ass. He teased his brother’s opening and watched as nervous sweat beaded on his forehead.
“Relax.”
Sam’s tensed at the intrusion. Dean’s worked his finger slowly into the small tight hole. “God” He swallowed.
“No, just Dean.” Dean grinned and continued to worm his way in.
Sam cried out. “Fuck… Dean.”
“Thought you wanted to call this making love” Dean secretly enjoyed the look of desperation in his brother’
s eyes. He hadn’t even begun yet. Once he was further in he moved his finger around a little and crooked
it slightly. Sam was tighter than he thought.
Nothing Sam had read had prepared him for this moment. It was like running out of air and being filled up
with it at the same time. He nodded after a moment, “Another.” He said through clenched teeth.
“Stop tensing, just relax.” Dean brushed his lips to Sam’s. “You’re scared, I was too my first time. It’s ok
Sam. It’s normal.”
Sam’s lips spread into a grin as he laughed suddenly. “Nothing about this relationship is normal, Dean.”
Then he nearly choked and whimpered. Dean had added a second finger. “Dean…..” His breath started to
come out in short little gasps.
“Hold on to me.” Dean said. He started to move both fingers, working his way in until he finally found Sam’s
virgin nub. He tickled it and teased it and enjoyed the stunned expression that resulted.
Sam’s body was on fire, he was alive with feeling. Every part of him vibrated in the wake of Dean’s
attention to a particular spot he never knew existed. He whimpered and called out his brother’s name
repeatedly. He felt like he was floating above the bed.
“That’s it, Sammy, let go.” Dean whispered. God Sam was gorgeous like this. His lips parted, his head
thrown back, legs tight around his waist. He thought about adding a third finger but decided against it.
Instead he used the two he had inside to work and continue to brush against his brother’s prostrate. Sam’s
muscles were beginning to contract and clench and he knew he was close to coming. “Don’t come yet.” He
fumbled with the condom. It was time. He slipped his fingers out.
Sam exhaled sharply and stared at Dean. He cried out again when his entrance was pushed open again,
this time not by small fingers but something much bigger than he was expecting. The pain was so intense
he almost passed out from it but Dean was kissing him and soothing him.
Their bellies were pressed together, his cock slid up Dean’s stomach as he felt his brother get further in.
How much further? Sam panted. Stars danced in his eyes and he felt lightheaded. God it hurt more than
he could ever have imagined. He fought the urge to tell Dean to stop.
He was finally fully sheathed inside Sam. “Breathe, Sammy.”
Sam nodded. He started to breathe again, teeth clenched. “So big” He moaned. “Hurts.”
“I know.” Dean responded gently. “Get used to it. Just feel it there.” He rocked them slightly so Sam could
feel his cock nudge that little nub his fingers had been playing with.
“Uhhhhn…” Sam rasped. The pain was starting to ease, especially since he felt that last tremor. “Dean!”
Dean took that as his cue to start to move and move he did. Once he started thrusting into Sam the
passion between them escalated. Sam had forgotten the pain and started to kiss, bite and lick him. He
knew Sam was going to come soon, but he meant to make this last as long as possible. He’d make this last.
As for Sam, he was somewhere else. He was in a world where only he and Dean existed. It was his perfect
place. He wouldn’t trade it for anything else if he had a say in the matter. This was his life, this was his
destiny. He didn’t care about what Bobby said or what might happen. Dean loved him. Dean wanted him.
Dean was as close as anyone could possibly get to him.
He came over his brother’s stomach and held onto Dean. He was only barely coherent when he felt Dean
finally release inside him. They held onto each other, Sam trembling, Dean breathing heavily.
It was a perfect little protective bubble.
*
Two weeks later, they had healed up and were ready to go.
Dean shook Bobby’s hand, “We’ll catch up with you soon. Thanks for everything.” He said as he got into
the Impala.
“Take it easy, Dean.” Bobby patted Dean’s shoulder. He smiled at Sam. “You take care of your big brother,
ok? See that he stays out of trouble.”
Sam came back around the car and gave Bobby a bear hug. “Thank you.” He whispered.
Dean eyed the pair of them. “Anytime you two girls are done, come on, Sammy. We’ve got a job waiting.”
Sam got back into the car and stretched out.
Bobby leant down and nodded to the two. “Good luck.”
He stepped away from the Impala and watched the boys drive off. With a sigh, Bobby turned and headed
back inside. He worried about them but over the last month he was sure that Dean would handle Sam a lot
better than John had handled him. He sifted through mail he hadn’t looked at before and frowned. There
was an envelope addressed to him. He looked at the return address, but there was none. The envelope
was sent a few days ago but the letter was dated several months earlier around the time of John’s death.
He opened it up and his heart lumped in his throat. John’s handwriting.
Dear Bobby
I know I’ve been a pain in the ass, and you probably have heard by now what’s happened. They’re my
boys, Bobby. I did it for Dean. He doesn’t know, and don’t tell him. There’s so much in my life I wanted and I
didn’t want it to end like this. I know where he’s going to take me and I’m counting on you.
You’re the only person in this world I trust.
As he read the rest of the letter Bobby had to sit down. It had been a long time since he allowed himself
the luxury of feeling.
*
“After this next job, Dean I want to go back to Kansas.” Sam said. “I need to see Mom’s grave.”
Dean eyed Sam, “Alright.”
He flipped through his cassette tapes and picked one.
“So..” Sam began.
“Huh?”
“Now we’re back on the road, I want to know where we stand.”
“Sam.” Dean rolled his eyes.
“What?”
“No sex in the Impala, but any other time is good.” Dean winked and the car sped up.
And then there was music of Dean variety.
Some folks are born made to wave the flag
Ooh, they're red, white, and blue
And when the band plays "Hail to the Chief"
They point the cannon right at you
It ain't me, it ain't me
I ain't no senator's son
It ain't me, it ain't me
I ain't no fortunate one
Some folks are born silver spoon in hand,
Lord, dont they help themselves
But when the tax man comes to the door,
Lord the house looks like a rummage sale
It ain't me, it ain't me
I ain't no millionaire's son
It ain't me, it ain't me
I ain't no fortunate one
Some folks inherit star spangled eyes,
Ooh, they send you down to war
And when you ask them, "How
much should we give?"
They only answer "More! More! More!"
It ain't me, it ain't me
I ain't no military son
It ain't me, it ain't me
I ain't no fortunate one
It ain't me, it ain't me
I ain't no fortunate one
-Fortunate Son, CCR
Finis