Chapter eight
Dean had finally turned the music down and Sam sighed in relief. Six hours later, Dean hadn’t
said a word to him. He stared miserably at the dashboard, he really had screwed things up, but
what else could he have done? It would have killed him if he’d end up hurting Dean worse than
he already had. “Dean.” Sam said in a soft voice after he couldn’t stand the silence anymore.
“What, you need the bathroom?” Dean responded.
“No Dean, we need to talk.” Sam whispered plaintively. “I don’t know what that crystal did but it’s
holding back that thing and it’s me now, Dean, I want to talk to you.”
“What could you possibly say to make this better, Sam?” Dean refused to look at his brother.
“I love you.” Sam tried.
Dean growled and turned the car into a back road to park it. “You sure have a funny way of
showing it.”
“I really just… I love you.” Sam said again, hoping to penetrate his brother’s anger.
When Dean finally looked at him, Sam’s eyebrows knitted in concern. He would have reached
over for his brother, but he was bound tight. Dean looked awful; he was running on adrenalin
and lack of sleep. His eyes were bloodshot and he was completely destroyed. “Look what you’ve
reduced me to.” Dean said hoarsely.
“What did Dad say to you?” Sam wondered softly and wished he could reach up and kiss the
pain from his brother’s eyes.
“He looked disgusted.” Dean sighed, “You know how hard I’ve been trying to be everything he
needs in a son, Sam. Do you know how much that hurt?”
“I’m sorry, Dean. I should have been there with you.” Sam ventured. “I know how much his
approval means to you. Dean…I screwed up, I shouldn’t have left. I just couldn’t handle it.”
“How do I know you’re not going to leave again, Sam?” Dean asked. “I can’t trust you.”
“I swear to you, I won’t.”
Dean reached over and undid the rope, but not the cuffs. “Better?”
“Less cramped” Sam reached for Dean but his brother flinched back. “Please let me touch you.”
Sam begged.
There wasn’t anywhere he could have backed up into when Sam’s fingers finally threaded
through his tussled hair. Dean gave a low soft moan, his head lulling into the touch, nuzzling the
beloved hand. “Sammy…” Dean whimpered. “Oh god Sam…”
“I’m so sorry Dean.’’
“Backseat” Dean murmured. He was out of the front seat and into the back in record time, Sam
following suit. Their lips collided and Dean threw Sam’s arms over his shoulders, his hands still
cuffed. The kiss was brutal at first, a savage thing born of unbridled desire and pent up need.
The savageness slowly eased and soon it was sweet. Sam let Dean assume control and let out
soft sounds of rapture. This is the only place he really wanted to be, in Dean’s arms.
After the kiss, Dean gathered Sam to him and held him there in a hard embrace. “This isn’t right.”
He said at last, twirling a finger in Sam’s hair. “But I can’t stop needing you.”
“Just needing?” Sam curled up against his brother and basked in his warmth. His hands were still
cuffed, it was difficult to be comfortable, but in Dean’s arms it didn’t matter.
“You know I love you, Sam I’d do just about anything for you. The look in Dad’s eyes…” He
shivered. “I felt like the lowest form of life. He was so disappointed in me.”
“Wasn’t your fault” Sam murmured, “It takes two. You were helping me.”
“Wanted you way before then Sam and you know it. “ Dean sighed. It was at that moment his cell
phone rang and he picked it up. “yeah.” He answered softly.
“Dean, it’s your father.” John voice was a lot calmer. “Do you have Sam?”
“Yes.” Dean acknowledged.
“Is he alright?”
“Yes, in one piece.” Dean nodded, “The crystal that Missouri gave worked like a charm.”
“Dean I want you two to hole up for the night, use salt, the whole nine yards. I’m in the middle of
something here and I need you and Sam to not be here when it goes down.”
“Sir” Dean paused, “Is everything ok?”
“I need to contact something about Sam and I want to make sure he isn’t anywhere nearby when
I do. You’ll take care of him?”
“Of course, sir” Dean nodded, still monotone.
“Get some sleep.” John said after a pause. “Dean, we’ll talk after. I was uh- “. He struggled to find
the words.
“I get it Dad.” Dean interrupted, knowing what his father was going through trying to come up with
words.
“Whatever’s going on I still love you two, ok?” John said finally, “Let me talk to Sam.”
“Ok.” Dean held the phone to Sam’s ear. “He’s here.”
“Sammy, you may feel some pain tonight.” John said quickly. “Keep focused. I’ll see you both
soon.”
With that cryptic message John cut the line and Sam and Dean stared at each other. “I hate it
when he does that. “ Sam grumbled.
Dean was quiet for a long moment before responding. “He’s calmed down. We need to find a
motel.”
“Can’t we just sleep like this and put salt around the car?” Sam pressed against Dean, he wasn’t
yet willing to move out of the embrace.
“I really need a shower, a shave and some coffee.” Dean stroked the back of Sam’s neck and
delighted in the sound that emitted from his brother’s lips.
“I saw a signpost for motels at the next exit.” Sam purred.
“That’s our cue, then.” Dean said. “Someone needs to drive the car.”
Neither man moved,
Sam shifted and nuzzled his nose against Dean’s neck, then kissed his skin.
“We really need to move this car.” Dean murmured.
“Not yet.” Sam fumbled with Dean’s pants, “I have something to make up for.”
“What are you—“
“It’s kind of awkward with my hands cuffed, but I’ll manage.” He shifted down to kneel
uncomfortably on the floor.
“Sammy…”
“What?”
“I don’t want to get cum all over the Impala.” Dean complained with a stern look. “Besides, Dad
said we need to get to a motel and protect ---“
Sam laughed, “You won’t.” He leant down and licked the tip of Dean’s cock and thrilled at the
reaction.
“Sam, you- -“Dean’s eyes fluttered when he felt Sam’s lips close over his cock and slowly take
him in. Where the hell did Sam learn –this-? Warmth filled him and he couldn’t help but react. His
hand’s rested on Sam’s shoulders as they flexed slightly. The Impala shook a little with his groan
as his lover’s luscious tongue swathed his hot member. Dean forgot why he was angry with Sam,
forgot everything in the world but the feel of the warmth between his legs. “Uhhnnn…” Dean
groaned again as he helplessly began to lift his hips into Sam’s willing mouth.
Dean’s brain hummed with the pleasure. This was new for him, well with Sam anyway. He
whimpered as the sucking became more intense and it was all he could do to hold on to his
sanity. “Saaaaam.” He sharply keened, warmth spilling from him into the sweet mouth. He was
barely able to lift his arms but not because Sam had done anything unnatural to him. No… Sam
had just…Sam had…and he was now. Oh god. He was cleaning him off with his tongue.
They kissed and Dean felt Sam help him readjust his pants and slip his now flaccid cock back
where it belonged. The taste on Sam’s tongue burned into Dean’s soul and he quivered, still
shaking from the aftermath.
“I love you, Dean.” Sam said softly.
Dean was quiet, he kissed Sam’s hair. Finally he let out a deep sigh. “I love you, too. Sam."
by having Dean pose as a gambler. What the boys didn’t know is that the demon jumps from
person to person and possesses them based on their biggest weakness. The more intense it is,
the more powerful the demon is. The demon already found it’s new host and is now turning a
pure, true love into something twisted, base and destructive.
Chapter Nine
In the motel room, Dean had insisted on keeping Sam cuffed to the bed by at least one hand. “I
still can’t trust you, Sammy.” He was apologetic as he watched Sam try to get comfortable.
“I won’t leave.” Sam lay on the bed with a sigh.
“I can’t trust that. You might not want to leave, but there’s no telling what –it- might want to do.”
He set the phone down and turned to stare at the beautiful figure of his lover. Sam was sprawled
naked on the bed. There was an inviting, wanton look to him. Sam had said he could do
anything he wanted once they found the motel and ideas were swimming in Dean’s head.
Instead of reaching to make his jumbled ideas bear fruit, he sat by the computer, still in his jeans.
Sam watched from the bed. The yellow light of the motel room lamps shadowed the scars on
Dean’s body. He had healed, but Sam still remembered putting them there. In High School, the
girls were always after Dean. They had all but ignored his tall, gangly brother. Not that they had
ever had a chance to really have a normal school life. Most of it was spent with Dad’s friends
when he could be sure they’d be safe. They moved from school to school. “I love watching you
work.” He murmured, his eyes lidded.
“What? I can barely type.” Dean’s mouth opened a skeptical expression in his eyes. “Oh, right,
my little geek brother. Computers are sexy to you.“ He pretended to flex his arm muscles as he
lifted the laptop and Sam had to laugh.
“You know what I’d be doing if you didn’t have me cuffed to the bed.” Sam said with a glint in his
eye.
“Yeah, what?”
“Fucking you senseless”
“You and what army?”
“You think you can beat me all the time, eh?”
“Lets see.” Dean paused. “Yes.”
“Care to wager on that?”
“Why bother wagering on something you know the outcome for? I’ll just kick your scrawny ass.”
Dean’s grin was annoying.
“Jerk”
“Bitch”
“I’m so going to fuck you.” Sam growled, reaching for Dean. “Now”
Dean rumbled and eyed Sam. “Trust me, there’s nothing I wouldn’t like to do more now than let
you have your heart’s desire, but you heard what Dad said. Something is going down tonight and
I don’t want to fuck it up.”
“No, you apparently want to drive me crazy watching you wander around the room in those damn
tight jeans. ” Sam griped and tugged on the headboard. “My arm hurts.” He complained. “Please
let me out of these.”
The plaintive tone made Dean want to relent, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t trust that –thing-
inside Sam even if it was currently trapped in the crystal. If something happened, Dad would kill
him for being an idiot. “Sorry, Sammy” He moved nearby so he could give his lover a quick,
intense kiss. “I’ll give you a massage in a bit, ok?”
His cell phone rang. “Dean?” John was on the other line.
“Yeah”
“How’s Sam doing?”
“He doesn’t like the cuffs.” Dean said flippantly, Sam gave him the finger.
John grunted, “Necessary option, good thinking.” Obviously his father was not trying to imagine
what ‘cuffs’ implicated other than keeping Sam where they wanted him.
“Missouri and I are about to talk to someone regarding Sam.”
“What do you mean, talk to someone?”
“Alright, bargain for him.” John said shortly.
“Bargain?” Dean didn’t like the sound of this. Why would John be bargaining for Sam?
“Dean, there’s a war going on and it’s not just between demons and angels. Try to understand,
alright? I’m doing what’s best for him. I can’t tell you any more than that. Just keep him as
comfortable as possible and you make damn sure he’s not going to get away.”
“He won’t get away from me.”
“Dad?” Sam called from the bed. Dean nodded. “Let me talk to him”
“No more time, Dean, I have to go.”
The phone line went dead and Dean sighed. There was a moment of awkward silence between
the brothers before Dean smirked, “He said I should bind you.”
“Dean!” Sam growled. “He did not.”
The elder Winchester snickered and sashayed to the fridge to retrieve a beer. He tossed Sam
one, and flipped his open to drink the sweet cool liquid. It was going to be a long night.
“You’re hard, I can tell through the jeans.” Sam stared at him.
“Think of something innocent like lollipops and pretty stars.” Dean suggested.
Sam glared at him.
Dean tugged the bed sheet off of Sam so he could stare at his brother.
“Hey! Give that back, the pizza guy is coming.”
“I know.”
“Jerk! I’m gonna—“
There was a knock on the door. “There he is.” Dean slipped away from a furious Sam who
twisted himself in the bed, trying desperately to try and get pillows covering him.
Dean opened the door wide with a sunny grin to a man in a red and white shirt.
“Pizza d—“ The young man’s mouth dropped open and he stared from Dean to Sam, his eyes
unable to look away from the bed.
“Hi, smells great!” Dean paid the guy. The pizza man was complexly frazzled and Dean rolled his
eyes. “I know, he’s hot. Here’s a tip, thanks.” He gave the guy a few bucks and shut the door on
him. “Jesus, Sam, even pizza delivery guys ogle you.
“You could have covered me.” Sam glared at him.
“Uh huh” Dean brought the pizza over to the bed and flipped it open so they could both dig in.
“You’re cute when your mad, y’know?”
“Fuck you.” Sam stuffed pizza into his mouth.
They ate their fill and now all they could do was wait for whatever was going to happen. Dean let
Sam curl up against him, his head resting against his chest. “Want you.” Sam murmured and
Dean chuckled.
“I know.” He ran his fingers up and down Sam’s spine, massaging gently. “I’m not sure what’s
going to happen.” He said softly, “But I’ll keep you safe.”
“I won’t leave you.” Sam whispered. “I love you.”
“Easy, Sammy” Dean could feel the tension start to ease in his brother. That made one of them.
He felt a bit like a caged animal waiting to be fed to the lions.
Sammy shook slightly, a tiny shudder that instantly alerted Dean. “Sam?”
There was no response. Sam was breathing normally and seemed to have fallen asleep. Dean
smiled fondly and made him comfortable.
Several hours passed as they lay together on the bed. Dean watched random television shows,
and Sam slept. It was close to dawn when he noticed the television begin to flicker. The light in
the room was fading and he was instantly on his feet reaching for his gun.
It was cold, so cold. Sam shuddered on the bed. “Dean…” He murmured.
Dean let Sam down on the bed gently, keeping his eyes trained on the swirling mist that
developed in the room. He had a funny feeling in the pit of his stomach. The mist seemed a little
bit like dry ice and it stung his eyes. “Shit.” Dean cocked the gun nervously.
All of a sudden, seven cloaked figures surrounded the bed.
Their robes were off-white fur, as though they came from a winter climate. Their faces were
concealed though clearly they were women. They had no weapons. That didn’t bother Dean
much, it was the fact that they were converging on the bed.
“He’s the one.”
“The chosen.”
“Shall we have him?”
“Please let us have him, mother.”
“Who are you? Who the fuck are you? Get back!” Dean warned.
Sam shuddered again, his body wracked in pain.
One woman lifted her head. She was not Caucasian. Dean could not recognize her nationality.
There were markings on her forehead, they looked like henna tats, not real ones, ritual
markings. It was her eyes that made him shiver. They were ice-blue, glittering like diamonds. She
was beauty personified and all he had seen was her face.
“We answer your father’s summons.”
“You’re kidding me.” Dean eyed them. “Who are you? Stay away from my brother.”
“Do not interfere, mortal.” The woman said warningly. “The bargain has been made.”
Sam writhed again; a red streak appeared at the top of his chest and clawed downwards opening
a three inch long wound. He screamed, but did not wake.
“The longer you fight us the more pain Sam Winchester will be in.”
“I don’t think you’re here to help him.”
“What you think is irrelevant. The bargain has been made.”
“What bargain? Tell me!” Dean raised his gun.
“We shall exchange a soul for a soul and take the spoils of war. We take the demon K’ran from
Samuel Winchester and in payment, he provides us with his seed.”
Sam’s eyes flew open and he scrambled backwards as much as the cuff would let him. “Dean!”
He cried out.
“I’m here.” Dean assured him. “It’s okay Sammy; I won’t let these bitches hurt you. You gotta get
through me first you bitch!”
“You don’t understand, Dean Winchester.” The white women’s leader looked up. He stared in
amazement. She was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. Almost angelic, Dean stared,
unable to take his eyes off her. The only part that made him come to his senses was the fact that
her eyes were black as pitch. “Your father has already made the bargain.”
“What!” Dean roared.
“Sam will give us what we need, and we will take the crystal. K’ram will come with us and leave
Sam alone forever. Sam’s seed. It will make a great leader for us.” The woman laughed softly.
“You shall be proud of him.”
“The hell – “ Dean shouted, “You touch my brother and I’ll---” He lunged forward only to be
thrown against the wall.
Sam cried out in pain again. “What’s happening to me?”
“K’ram is trying to escape the crystal, and escape us by clawing through your body.” The woman
nodded to one of the others in the group. “Mount him. Take him now and get that crystal.”
“I can’t, augh!” Sam twisted as the creature leapt on him and twisted her hands around the
necklace.
Demonic words slipped from her lips as Sam tried in vain to get her off. She pulled at the crystal
and it fell free in her hand, still pulsing with the demon called K’ram’s essence. She tossed the
crystal to her master who slipped it between her lips as though it was food of the gods. “Now for
payment..”
Dean had had enough, what the fucking HELL was Dad thinking? This was insane. With a great
roar he finally broke free of the force that had been pinning him against the wall and dived for his
gun.
“No one fucks my brother without my say so.” He growled, and fired as the demons began to
jump at him. One by one, the enraged elder Winchester finished off the creatures and took
whatever they threw at him until he stood panting, furious and bloody from multiple scratches.
When he caught his breath he rushed to Sam and gathered him into his arms. “Sammy, Sam are
you alright?”
“I’m fine Dean, I’m fine.” Sam said softly. “Fuck… Fuck its gone Dean.”
Dean reached over to unlock Sam’s handcuff and they were wrapped around each other
instantly.
“It’s gone, it’s gone.” Sam whispered.
Chapter Ten.
Sam was curled upon on a lawn chair in the garden behind Missouri’s house. It was late,
probably close to one in the morning. They had made it back to Kansas in time to be told that
their father had gone off again and wanted them to take a break. He’d be back. When they had
arrived and Dad was gone, Dean had thrown a fit. Sam had never seen him that angry with their
father before. Since then, Dean had done his best to not be around either and Sam had been
left to pick up the pieces on his own.
Dean was spending time with the lady who had bought their old house, a lot of time. In fact, it had
been three days since Dean had come back for more than a few minutes to shower and get a
change of clothing. They had barely spoken since that night, and there was no degree of
touching or any indication that anything at all had passed between them. God, what was wrong
with him? It was not that he was jealous of her. Oh, Dean would never stop hitting on women, it
was his nature. It was the fact that he hadn’t come back twice this week. The fact that they slept
in separate rooms, the fact that conversation was down to a normal level, the kind they had
before this had all begun.
Sam wrapped his arms around himself to avoid the chill of the night air. The demon was gone,
but somehow it felt even worse. The only thing he could think about was Dean making love to
her, his arms holding her, his lips on her. Maybe Dean had been able to get over everything with
a cold shake of his shoulders but it would stay with Sam forever.
“Samuel Winchester, what are you doing out here so late?” Missouri’s soft voice filtered through
his thoughts. “It’s freezing. You’ll catch your death. Come on in now.”
“I’m sorry.” He said automatically, rising to follow her voice. “Is Dean..?”
She shook her head, “He’s not back yet.” A worried frown creased her brow as she ushered Sam
back inside. When he went to sit down on the couch she shook her head. “You have a bed,
Sam. Waiting up for him isn’t going to do any good. You know that. “
“What did I do wrong?” Sam looked over at her, miserable.
“Oh honey.” Missouri patted Sam’s hand gently. “You didn’t do anything wrong. You go on
upstairs and I’ll fix you some nice tea that will help you rest. I swear, I’m going to put that boy over
my knee when he gets in. He’s just like your father, quite the pair of peas in a pod.” When Sam
seemed about to protest she put on a firm expression and said sharply. “Go to sleep, now.”
Sam sighed, knowing it was useless to argue with her. He went upstairs to his lonely room,
stripped to his underwear and crawled into the bed. Within minutes, he was already sleeping.
Dean arrived home late or was it early in the morning. He snuck in, slipped past Missouri’s room
and snuck to Sam’s room. He opened the door a crack to look in on his brother. Sam was
sleeping soundly and Dean gave a soft sigh of relief. He couldn’t help but stare. Sam was
sprawled out, his long limbs too long for the twin bed. Twisted in the sheets he was a delicacy
just waiting to be sampled. God, Dean wished he could. His eyes roamed over the luscious frame
picking the places his tongue would love to taste. But he couldn’t.
He shut the door softly and sighed only to come face to face with his father. John was back.
“Jesus you scared the crap out of me.” Dean said in hushed annoyance.
“Sam ok?” John asked. He looked like he’d taken a beating again and Dean’s brows knit.
“Yeah” Dean nodded. “If you didn’t look like crap, so help me Dad...”
“Easy, Dean” John said with a grunt. “It’s been a rough week, I know. Listen, thanks for staying
away from Sam.”
“Do you mind telling me why?” Dean ground his teeth, “He thinks I don’t care, Dad. He’s okay,
yeah, but he’s hurting and it’s because of me!”
“Simmer down, he’ll wake up.” John’s voice matched Dean’s in temperament. “it had to be done,
Dean. You know it. I had to make sure the demon was really gone.”
“Well, is it?”
“Yes, I … ”
Dean threw a punch at John, surprising his father. The punch landed true and John reeled back
a minute but not before retaliating with equal force. It wasn’t long before Missouri came into her
hallway in a robe to see what was causing the noise.
Her nostrils flared and she hissed fiercely, “Cease this ridiculous display this instant!” To prove
her point, she displayed her own paranormal powers and the two were up against opposite walls,
facing them. Missouri let them drop to the floor. “Honestly. I’m ashamed of you two.”
“You could have warned me.” Dean glared at John. “You could have told me what you were
going to do then I would have been prepared. You never tell me!”
“There was no time; you know we can’t use the phone for that sort of thing, Dean.” John panted,
blood trickling from where Dean’s fist had connected.
“Did you honestly think I would have let them do that to Sam as payment?!” Dean’s voice rose.
“Not really.” John threw an amused smirk at Dean. “I actually was pretty sure you’d kick their
asses. I’m just glad you waited for them to take the demon.”
Sam opened the door to his room, “What’s going on?” He stood in his door frame, still only in his
underwear as he looked down the hallway. “Dad! Dean…” He rushed over. “What happened?”
His eyebrows climbed as he turned on the light. “Were you fighting?”
“Thank you Captain Obvious.” Dean grunted nursing his jaw.
“Hey, Sammy” John said with a sigh. “Everything’s alright now. I checked it out, and you’re free.”
“They won’t come asking for payment?”
John shook his head. “No.”
“What did you do?” Sam moved over to Dean to check out his bruised face. Dean shrugged him
off.
“It doesn’t matter now, Sammy. What matters is that your soul is safe.” John straightened. “But I
have to take off again.” He couldn’t hide the grimace when Sam was far too familiar with Dean.
“You have to take off, or you don’t want to deal with this.” Dean grunted.
“A bit of both” John admitted. “I’ll trust that you’ll both use your best judgment.” He gave Sam a
hug and Dean a more cordial shake of the hand. “I understand you’re mad, Dean. In our line of
work, a lot of shit happens. Just, be careful. I’ll contact you both again soon.”
When John was gone, Missouri left the two boys alone. Sam was fussing over Dean’s face,
dabbing it with some ice. “Why’d you have to go pick a fight with Dad of all people?” Sam
wondered. “You know that’s just asking for a beating.”
“Sammy.” Dean sighed. “I’m sorry I haven’t been around. I had to stay away.”
“It’s alright.”
“It’s not alright.” Dean disagreed as he tried to work out what to say.
“You’re here now.” Sam reached up to run his fingers through Dean’s hair. It was his favorite
thing to do, and the only thing that seemed to calm his brother when Dean was in one of his
moods. Dean purred against the touch, stomach rumbling a little.
“I’d give anything for you, Sammy, I’d even have let them take me. My soul, my heart, anything.”
Dean whispered, his words so broken that Sam circled his arms around him, afraid he might
collapse.
“Oh god, Dean.” Sam pressed against him, lips wet against his lover’s. “Just don’t leave me
again.”
They practically fell into Sam’s room. Dean’s clothing was quickly peeled from his body as Sam’s
tongue mapped his neck and ear.
As though he’d been given a dose of adrenalin just from a taste of Sam’s lips, Dean turned wild
with need, his kisses bruised and worshipped, matched heat for heat.
“Won’t leave you.’ Dean assured Sam huskily.
The world spun around Sam as Dean’s fingers prepared him.
“You belong to me.” Dean whispered.
Sam shuddered with the force of the building orgasm. “Dean, now.” He begged, he wasn’t above
begging. Not when he was this close to perfection.
The fingers slipped out and Dean looked at him. That brilliant fire in his lover’s eyes gazed back
at him. They were filled with hope, love and need. “It’ll work, Sammy.” He promised softly. “It’ll
work.”
“I trust you, Dean.”
And the hard shaft burrowed home to fill Sam to the hilt. He cried, clutching Dean’s muscles. He
bucked against the force of nature that was his lover, meeting him with every thrust. The friction
between their slick bellies kept Sam’s own cock alive and weeping.
Hard. Fast.
Suddenly Dean was kissing him again, the fire was still there but something changed. A slow and
easy rhythm kept him floating under Dean. It was somewhere where there was no pain and no
doubts.
Held by Dean’s gaze was as close to heaven as Sam would ever get. Somewhere deep inside he
had a very bad feeling this was all he’d get of perfection.
“I love you, Sam.” Dean came, warm seed spilling into the slick body beneath him.
Sam came, crying.
Dean rocked him to sleep, holding his lover close. He soothed his brother with sweet whispered
words and gentle pets to his hair. He didn’t bother holding onto his soul, Sam already had it.
Someday, Dean swore, someday he’d make the tears stop.
“It’ll work, Sammy.” Dean promised softly as his brother finally slept.
“If I have to kill every demon in hell, it’ll work.”
***End.***