Page Title

“Not Yours”
Setting: Just after Provenance and before Dead Man’s Blood.
Place: Boulder, Colorado.
Author: Rufferto9@yahoo.com
WordCount: roughly 12,000
Author’s Discliamer; Not beta’d. Don’t make money. They don’t belong to me. NC17 Incest.
Pairing: Dean/Sam, Dean/Luther
Scenario: Vampires. Dean meets an ambulance driver who offered him a place to stay while Sam is in the hospital.
What Dean didn’t know was the nature of the Ambulance driver. Sam’s nightmares intensify until he figures out what to
do to break Luther’s hold over Dean.

Chapter One

As his eyes fluttered open, the bright light made him cringe. Sam Winchester tried to block it out with one of his hands
with a desperate groan.

“Easy there.” A feminine voice soothed. “You’ve had a rough time of it. Your brother brought you in here a week ago,
but you’ll be fine. You passed out, he said, and you passed out. Please just try and relax.”

“Dean” Sam groaned.

“He’ll be back around. He’s here every day.” The nurse frowned as she looked at the pale young man.

“Dean…” He was aware of what was around him now. It was a hospital room just like any other normal hospital room.
The last thing he remembered was the road sign for Boulder, Colorado. That was just before intense pain stabbed
between his eyes.

He barely remembered Dean frantically trying to keep him conscious, then blackness.

*

Dean was in his own world. It is a place he goes when he doesn’t want to feel. The last week worrying about Sam had
taken it’s toile on his nerves. Finding a willing body to pump his cock into was a godsend, especially when that body
was rather similar to Sam in height and look. The man had braced his arms against the full length mirror so he could
watch Dean, taking every harsh attack Dean was willing to give.

“God” Dean grunted. “You’re so fucking tight.”

“God doesn’t care, Dean.” Luther purred. “Is that all you got?”

Dean tugged Luther’ head back by his hair and attacked his lips. The kiss was brutal and hard, there was nothing
remotely calm about the need that flowed in Dean’s veins. “You talk too much.” He told Luther.

Dean had been staying with Luther since he’d put Sam in the hospital. The man had been at the ER when Dean had
carried his brother in. He’d helped Dean deal with the first couple of painful days wondering if his brother was going to
make it. The doctors had not been too forthcoming with information. Luther had a warehouse apartment near the
hospital that he’d offered Dean. One thing led to another and sex had been a regular thing since then. He wasn’t
interested in Luther, not for the man himself. He refused to contemplate the fact that Luther looked like Sam. He
refused to think about just how affected he’d been when he saw Sam kiss Sarah. That wasn’t why he was doing this.
He was Dean, and he could have anyone he wanted.

“Sammy…” Dean whispered his brother's name against Luther's neck without realizing it.

The Vampire chuckled under his breath. Eventually he’d get two brothers for the price of one; it wasn’t chance that
drew him to the hospital that night. Dean was already under his thrall and it was only a matter of time.

*

Sam rubbed his forehead, “How long have I been out again?”

“8 days, Mr. Durst.” The nurse said softly. “You’ve been in and out; we had to sedate you a few times.” She made no
mention of the strange things that had come out of the young man’s mouth.

“Call me Sam.” He told the nurse and let his hand fall back to the bed. “Where am I again?”

“You're in Boulder General Hospital, Dear." The Nurse explained kindly. “I’ll go bring you something to eat. The doctor
said that if you wake up today you should just relax. You are going to relax, aren’t you?”

“Sure.” Sam nodded; he felt like he’d been hit by a truck, there wasn’t any way he was going to be moving around
anytime soon.

*

Dean buttoned his jeans though his eyes remained on Luther. The other man flipped back his dark locks and lay
naked on the couch, secure in his body. “I have to go to the hospital.” Dean told Luther.

“Yeah” The man smirked. “To see Sam.”

“When Sam gets better, we’re not staying around, you know that right?” Dean pulled on his shirt.

“Uh-huh.” Luther reached for a bottle of wine and poured some of the red liquid into his mouth.

“So you know this is just sex?”

Luther’ lips twisted into a smirk. “If you can’t play with the big boys, Dean, stay in the kiddie pool. Come here.”

Dean found himself compelled to comply with Luther’ order. He knelt by the couch while Luther clutched his shirt. For
a long time, they locked wills. Finally, Luther laughed and let him go.

“Give Sammy my regards.” Luther told Dean’s back as the eldest Winchester stalked to the door.

Dean bristled. The man had nothing; it wasn’t worth getting angry over. Luther was just needling him. He shut the door
without another word, breathing a sigh of relief.

*

Sam smiled as he saw Dean framing the hospital room doorway. He was holding a spoonful of Jell-O halfway to his
mouth when his brother suddenly appeared.

The smile made Dean’s knees weaken. It was so damn good to see that smile again. He narrowly avoided a face full of
Jell-O as his imp brother flipped the spoon. “Where the hell have you been? You look like shit.”

“Hey! This is a designer Jacket.” Dean came over and picked up a piece of toast from Sam’s tray. “Nice to see you
awake.” He couldn’t begin to tell Sam just how good it was to see that smile, how relieved he was when the doctor told
him Sam was awake. “I’ve been around.”

“You've been around huh?” Sam sniffed. “You haven’t showered today.”

“I was busy.” Dean thought back to the several hours of fucking that morning and had the grace to flush a tiny bit.

“What happened?”

“You blacked out, I’m not sure. You tell me.” Dean pulled up a chair.

“I'm not sure. I just felt so much pain.” Sam reached over to just –touch- Dean’s arm and he instantly pulled back.

Dean frowned; Sam had never recoiled from him before.

“You’re cold.” Sam lamely explained his eyes wide as he stared at Dean. The flash he’d experienced just then had
jolted his entire body.

The vision had consisted of Dean having sex with a strange dark haired man.

He was the one from his vision. He was the one who had caused the pain which made him black out. Sam’s eyes flew
open in fear. “Dean we have to get the hell out of here, now!” Sam’s voice rose. He flung the tray away and
attempted to get up.

Dean shook his head, “Nurse!” He called out. “Settle down Sam.” He reached over to try and hold Sam back on the
bed.

“No, we have to leave!” Sam said desperately “before it’s too late.”

Before I lose you forever.

He now remembered the rest of the vision that had caused him so much pain.

He also remembered the canine’s in Dean’s teeth. He remembered Dean sucking blood from a victim. Then he had
been having sex with Dean.

Sam stared at Dean, wide-eyed.

The orderlies and nurse had already come back to the room and Sam was sedated again. Dean was ordered out of
the room. He stood in the hallway, confusion and pain in his eyes.

Down the hallway, Luther ducked behind a door, his eyes black, lips curled into a sneer.

This was too easy.

Chapter Two

Sam stirred again, this time his room was darker and there wasn’t so much bright light.. The curtains were drawn
across the window but he could see through the crack. It was sometime late at night. He attempted to move and that
was when he found that his wrists were strapped to the bed. He tried not to panic, any kind of binding made him
claustrophobic. Memories flooded back into his sore brain. He took several deep breaths, calming himself and
thinking hard. He kept his eyes closed so the nurse in the room could not see that he was awake. Whatever it was
they gave him, it had worn off.

He remembered how cold Dean felt, like death. It had terrified him because his brother was always warm and full of
life. Dean was his anchor, the one person in the world who he could focus on. That chill was the touch of the grave.
He could still smell the lingering scent in the room. Something foul had touched Dean and had permeated into him.
Whatever it was sucked the warmth out of Dean and was evil to the core.

Pain stabbed his temples.

He was kissing Dean, fire coursing through his veins. Dean was on top of him. They were naked and writhing together.
It felt so good, so damned good.

Sam clenched his fists as he tried to stop from crying out. Desperately he tried to cling to sanity. Where were these
images coming from? He thought he had suppressed desire for Dean years ago. He thought he’d had it under control.
Dean wasn’t his and would never –be- his. Why now?

Dean’s gave him a strange look as he watched Sam. Sam reached out, but his brother was moving away, disgust in
his expression. “You’re sick, Sammy.” A voice whispered in his head. Those eyes were cold, the room was freezing.
Where was the fire? Where was Dean?

Sam couldn’t breathe. It was so cold, his lips chattered and ice was forming on his hair. There was a light at the end
of the hall and he walked down to look into the room. The scene he saw as unmistakable and he paled.

Dean was lying face down on the bed. Above him was a dark haired man that Sam had seen before. He knew his
name already as it was whispered into his mind. Luther. And somehow, he new what Luther was. Luther was drawing
a symbol in Dean’s back. It looked like a hangman’s noose. Luther put several small lines underneath. _ _ _ _ _ _.
Dean murmured ‘A”. _ A _ _   _ _   Luther carved the a in Dean’s back.

“Wake Up Sammy.” Dean’s voice shattered his thoughts.

*

“Wake Up, Sammy.” Dean was shaking his arm. “You’re having a nightmare.”

Sam’s eyes flew open. He expected to find his hands strapped to the bed but they weren’t. In fact, it was a bright and
cheery day, sunlight was streaming into the room.

“Morning, Princess. I brought you some real food for breakfast.” Dean grinned holding up a bag from a bagel shop.
Sam’s stomach growled when he smelled fresh sausage.

“Morning.” Sam struggled to sit up. “You actually went into a bagel shop for me?”

“What are big brother’s for?” Dean smirked and reached down to flip a switch. The hospital bed moved into an upright
position. “Dig in.” He sat down by the bed and grinned. “The doctors said you calmed down last night. Glad to see it.
You were scaring me. Don’t do that again.”

Sam reached over to grasp Dean’s hand which made his brother frown. He let it go quickly and smiled. The heat and
warmth were there. Dean was fine. “I don’t know what happened.” Sam said between bites.

“Doctors want to keep you for observation for the weekend.” Dean said. “Not a bad idea I want to make sure you’re
ok.”

“I’m fine.” Sam said sharply. “What about you?”

“I’m good, stayin’ with a friend.”

“You have friends in Boulder, Colorado?” Sam quirked an eyebrow.

“He’s not really a friend.”

“He?” Sam frowned. He was well aware that Dean was bisexual.

“Well, he’s kept me occupied while waiting for you to recover. Anyhow, when you’re up on your feet, we’ll blow this
town.”

“What’s his name?”

“Luther.” Dean replied, he didn’t notice the pained look in Sam’s eyes. “He’s a bit of an asshole actually, but he let me
stay at his place. No rent is a good thing.”

Somehow, Sam doubted that Dean wasn’t paying for the stay. His stomach churned at the idea of it. He sighed at
himself; he’d really thought he’d managed to put these feelings behind him. It would do no good.

They talked for a little while until the nurse said Sam had to rest. The young man lay alone in the room for a long time
and stared at the ceiling. He wished Dad was here, Dad would know what to do. How was he going to fight this Luther?

*

Dean took his time on the way back to Luther’s place, he wasn’t sure why. Sam had sounded ok but there was just
something he couldn’t put his finger on. He picked up his cell phone and dialed John’s phone number. No answer.

“Hey, Dad, if you get this, can you call? I’m worried about Sammy. He keeps getting these headaches. I told you he
was in the hospital, but he’s ok now. I could use your advice.” Dean sighed. There wasn’t anything else to say so he
hung up.

Luther was not home when he returned and Dean was grateful for that. He wasn’t sure he had the patience for the
man’s attitude for a little while. The phone rang and he heard the answering machine pick up.

“Luther, its Kate, when are you coming home, baby? Listen, we found this guy I need to talk to you about. Call me, ok
sweetie? It’s just not the same without you. I need your advice.”

The woman’s voice did nothing to make Dean’s temperament any better. What did he know about the man he was
fucking anyway? Did it really matter? It was just sex. He went over to the fridge and opened it to see what there was to
eat. Everything was fresh as if recently bought. He might have thought it weird if he had been thinking clearly as he
opened a can of orange juice and made himself a sandwich.

Dean finished the drink and food quickly enough. He flipped on the TV and sprawled on the couch. The sun was
going down soon. He went to the bedroom and opened the door. Luther was sleeping, sprawled naked on the bed.
Dean smiled. Well, the man did work nights. He crept up to the bed and cursed when Luther stirred and yawned.

Luther’s eyes opened to meet Dean’s. He smirked. “See anything you like?”

“Yeah.” Dean rumbled.

“What are you waiting for?” Luther shifted and made room in the bed. “How’s your brother?’

“Awake and coherent, I think he should be out of the hospital in a few days.” Dean pulled off his clothing.

“Good.” Luther’s grin was charm itself. Dean was always invigorated after seeing Sam. The next few hours would be
worth letting him wander around. He slid to his knees and reached to tug Dean to him.   “I’m hungry.” he purred.

Chapter Three

A few days later Sam frowned at the doctor who was scratched notes on a little clip board. “Is this really necessary to
discharge me?”

“We want to make sure that you’re not a danger to yourself.” The doctor said simply. “You were quite violent at times.”

Because you’re keeping me against my will, Sam ground his teeth. He forced a smile instead. He knew he had to get
out of here. Dean needed him, even though Dean didn’t know it.

“I had some bad dreams.” Sam explained. “I’m good now.”

Hours later he stood by the front desk, waiting to get his paperwork completed when Dean came towards him looking
nonchalant. “I hear you’ve been sprung, Sammy.” He grinned. “Alls well?”

“Yeah, I’m ready to blow this town.” Sam nervously shifted from one foot to the other. Dean smelt funny. He couldn’t
decide what it was.

“Actually, Sam, I’ve decided to stick around a little while and do some research.”

Sam’s eyebrows shoot up and he snorted. “What? Research? You?”

“I –do- read you know. The guy I met, Luther, has a very interesting library; you should take a look at it.”

“You’re still staying with him?” Sam’s expression darkened slightly.

“Yeah, Come on. I’ll take you for a real dinner then you can meet him. Hospital food sucks.”

Meet him. The last thing Sam wanted to do was meet Luther. “Dean, do we really need to? I mean. Dad said we
should keep moving.”

Dean laughed, “Since when do you do what Dad says. Come on, Sammy. I haven’t met a guy like this in a long time.
Let’s just have some fun, ok? We –are- allowed fun.”

Sam’s heart sank. “Alright” He mumbled.

“Maybe he has a sister?” Dean grinned.

Sam threw him a dirty look as they got into the Impala.

***

Moving up in the elevator towards Luther’s warehouse apartment was making Sam more and more nervous.

“Relax; you look like you’re expecting Meg or something.” Dean pulled out a key.

“He gave you a key??” Sam gaped.

“Yeah, he sleeps during the day, doesn’t like to be woken up.” Dean fitted the key in the door and pushed it open.

There was soft music coming from the stereo and the shower was running. Evanescence was one of Sam’s favorite
bands. “Hey…Well at least he has good taste.” Sam acknowledged.

The apartment was not lavish, but it –was- obvious the man had money. Sam’s eyes riveted to the wall of ancient
books and Dean laughed. “I knew you’d get that look. “Luther!” He called out. “We’re here.”

In spite of his own misgivings, Sam felt himself drawn to the ancient texts. What would an Ambulance Driver be doing
with all this stuff?

Dean wandered to the fridge to get a beer. He tossed one to Sam who studied the library with interest. “See, plenty to
keep occupied with.

Luther walked out of the bedroom in a pair of sweats. Sam gaze was drawn to him immediately. “You must be Sam.”
The dark haired man smiled. He was charm itself.

Sam tried to suppress a twinge of jealousy when Dean went to greet Luther and slung an arm over his shoulder.
“Yeah.” He half smiled.

“Your brother talks about you all the time.” Luther stroked Dean’s neck. Instead of pulling away how he usually did
with public displays of affection Dean leant into the touch.

“All good things” Dean promised Sam.

“Uh-huh.” Sam kept as far away as possible without seeming rude. He instantly didn’t like Luther even if he hadn’t
been having visions. Then his world crashed in on itself.

Luther kissed Dean. It was no ordinary kiss and Sam wasn’t prepared for it. The man’s tongue took control of his
brother, whipping into Dean’s mouth like a snake. Sam shivered, and felt the same coldness that he’d experienced in
the vision. It was all he could do not to rip Luther from Dean’s mouth right then and there.

Dean pressed against Luther, he hardly seemed aware that Sam was even there. His lips ran down the man’s jaw to
his neck and shoulders. Dean’s head rested there while Luther petted him gently.

Luther gave Sam a knowing look as if he understood exactly what Sam was thinking.

Then Dean looked up and grinned sheepishly. “Sorry, can’t resist him when he does that.” He gave his brother an
apologetic look.

Sam cleared his throat. He could barely stand seeing Dean this way. Dean was completely under whatever spell
Luther was wove around him. Sam’s eyes glinted. He’d break it, one way or the other.

“Why don’t you make yourself comfortable?” Luther said to Sam as he turned back to the bedroom. “I’ll get dressed.”

“What’s your hurry?” Dean gave his trademark grin as he followed Luther.

The door was only semi-closed behind them and Sam leant heavily on the sofa. Maybe he had imagined it? Maybe
Luther was just a guy. No, it couldn’t be. His visions –always- came true. He had to get Dean away from that thing. He
frowned, his sharp ears picked up sounds that he didn’t want to hear.

Jealousy burned inside him. Dean should not be kissing and touching that –thing-. He clutched the sofa pillows. Dean
should be touching –him-. Sam remembered an aborted attempt one night before he left college. He remembered the
scent of the liquor, the sexual energy, the desire in Dean’s eyes and his own need. He had left shortly after and
nothing had come of it. They never spoke of the few shared kisses.

Slowly he walked over to the bedroom door and peeked inside. He saw Dean with his back against the wall, shirt
hanging open. Luther was on his knees swathing his brother’s thick cock like it was candy. His own jumped to
attention just seeing Dean’s face. His eyes were closed and his lips parted. He had to look away now. He had to.

Too late, Luther had already seen him. The man’s bedroom had so many mirrors it was like a funhouse. Sam flushed
when Luther met his eyes. The look penetrated him and he shivered. He was held fast by that look his eyes drawn to
where Luther’s lips took the bobbing cockhead and slipped over it.

Sam backed away, his breath came out rapidly. He fell on the couch and his head reeled. They were in trouble. He
fought the look in Luther’s eyes desperately. He wasn’t going to fall into that thing’s spell. Lucky for Sam, his mind
was strong and he was able to avoid Luther’s control. Not that Luther was trying. Sam had an idea he was playing with
them.

Getting Dean away from this place was going to involve a very careful plan. Dean could get out of practically any cuffs
or rope so that wasn’t going to work. Sam had to think of –something-, and fast.

He stood up quickly when he realized hard he –still- was. Plans would need to come later. He had to relieve himself
before the other two came back into the living room. Within a few seconds, Sam was in the guest bathroom.

Unfortunately for Sam, he didn’t know was that the mirror to the guest bathroom was a two way mirror.

*

Luther kissed his way up Dean’s chest, “Open your eyes, Dean.” He purred softly. “I have a present for you.”

Dean groggily let his eyes flutter open and he froze in shock. He was staring right at Sam! Dean frowned. He was in
the bathroom, one hand against the wall, the other on his cock. Dean swallowed nervously. “You can see every room
in the place.” He rasped.

“I like to know what’s going on.” Luther slipped behind Dean and hooked his fingers in Dean’s sagging jeans. “Your
brother is hot. Just like you. But then, you know that, don’t you?”

“Sammy..” Dean reached out towards the mirror.

“Shh… lets just watch.” Luther shushed Dean. “I’m sure the show will be well worth it.”

Chapter Four

Sam had no idea he had an audience. If he had been thinking straight, he might have noticed that the mirror in the
bathroom was full length and that was a tad odd. Sam just couldn’t think anymore. Seeing Dean that way was playing
havoc with all of his senses.

“If you want him” Luther whispered in Dean’s ear. “I can get him for you.”

“What?” Dean’s mouth opened; skin tingling from the heat of Luther’s lips. “He’s my brother.” He whispered lamely.

“But you want him. And who wouldn’t? He’s sex on legs.” Luther’s hands wandered up and down Dean’s chest.

Sam cupped his cock in his large hand and his eyes closed.

“Jesus, his fingers are so long.” Dean marveled.

“Not as long as his cock.” Luther agreed. “You’d let him take you, wouldn’t you? You’d do anything for him?”

Dean’s mouth went dry and he desperately licked his lips. He shouldn’t watch this. He should look away. This was
wrong. Well, he had to admit, this whole thing was wrong. But why couldn’t he have something as good as Sam? Just
once?

“Just this once” Luther agreed.

Sam thought about what it must be like to touch Dean, hold him, and kiss him. His pants dropped halfway down his
legs, underwear at his knees and his legs were slightly spread. His hand moved along his painfully hard cock.

Luther’s hand had closed over Dean’s throbbing shaft, already stroking it in time with Sam’s movements. Dean’s eyes
were riveted to mirror. He was rooted to the spot, unable to move, unable to think.

Sam frowned slightly, this wasn’t going to take long, he was already ready to come.

“Ask him to come for you.” Luther whispered in Dean’s ear.

“He can’t hear me.” Dean moaned.

“Ask him.” Luther commanded. “Beg him.”

“Please Sammy.” Dean couldn’t stop the words. “Please.”

“Louder.” Luther licked just under Dean’s ear, creating trembles through his body. He was so close.

“Sam.” Dean cried sharply, hating himself for being unable to fight Luther. “Now, please.”

And Sam thought he heard Dean call his name. It must have been his imagination. It was his innermost wish, of
course. The sound of his name on Dean’s lips pushed him over the edge and he did come and –hard-.   His body
shuddered with the force of the orgasm. He slid down to hug his trembling knees to himself and wrapped his arms
tightly around him. Sam buried his head in his arms and tried to calm himself down.

Luther smirked when Dean came at the sight of Sam’s release. “I knew it.” He stepped away with a laugh. Dean fell to
his knees. Luther stepped over to his liquor cabinet and poured himself some brandy. Dean crawled onto the bed
and collapsed. Luther pushed a small trigger which closed several of the mirrors, making particular ones regular
again just in case Sam wandered into the bedroom.

Sam started at the whirring sound he heard from the bedroom, it sounded like a few things clicking back into place, it
was some kind of machine. He had to pull himself together. Sam at least remembered to splash water on his face and
zipped his jeans back to normal. He cleaned up and took several long breaths.

When he walked out into the living room, Luther was already there.

“Where’s Dean?” Sam’s eyes darkened.

“Resting” Luther was sifting through his mail.

“What did you do to him?” Sam said through clenched teeth.

“Nothing he didn’t like.” Luther smirked. “Relax, Sammy. Have something to drink.”

“Don’t call me Sammy.” Sam rasped. “My brother and I are leaving tomorrow.”

“Pity” Luther did not seem to care. He worked through his email as though Sam wasn’t a concern in the least.

“Dean can get sex anytime he wants. He doesn’t need you.” Sam groused even as he did move over to the liquor
cabinet. At least Luther had a selection.

“Sam.” Luther put down his mail. “With all your talk, one might think you were jealous.” At Sam’s expression he
laughed. “I’m just teasing you. Really, I have no desire to keep your brother against his will. Take him as you please.”

If only Sam could believe that. The creature that spoke so amiably with him he knew was controlling Dean somehow.
Luther was evil and Sam was sure he was a Vampire. Only, not like any Vampire Sam had ever read about. In fact,
Luther wore a cross on a chain around his neck.

Take him as you please.

The words had hidden meaning in them. Sam swallowed. He just knew they did.

“Alright then” Sam nodded.

“Why don’t you go wake him? There’s a club I want to head out to tonight, and he likes those.” Luther smile made the
hairs on the back of Sam’s neck stand on end.

Sam rose, unable to stop himself. He walked to the bedroom door and opened it.

Dean was curled up in the bed, jeans, shirt and underwear off.

“Dean!” Sam reached over to shake Dean on the arm.

Dean shuddered. He moaned in is sleep.

Sam’s eyebrows knitted together as he sat down on the bed. He reached up to pull his fingers through Dean’s hair,
not liking how cold he felt. Like death. Dean leant into the heat of Sam’s hand.

“Sammy.” The words were a soft prayer on Dean’s lips, yet his eyes remained closed. “Come Sammy…” He mumbled.

Sam jumped at the words.

“Come Sammy, please, please, I need you.” The helpless, broken words broke his heart. Dean was still sleeping, was
it some kind of dream?

“I’m here, Dean.” Sam whispered softly. He brought one of Dean’s hands to his lips and was unable to resist kissing
his knuckles. He shifted down to gather Dean into his arms and held him there as his brother shuddered and mumbled
in his sleep.

The door to the apartment closed and Sam knew they’d been left alone. He had to get Dean out of here. He had to.

But maybe not just right now. Couldn’t he have just a few more minutes like this?

Dean was beginning to warm up and Sam liked having him right there in his arms. He liked it too much. They were
lying together in a death trap and all Sam could think of was how good it felt.

Chapter five

Dean was content. He was wrapped in a pair of very long, strong arms and warm breath tickled his ear. He could feel
the soft rise and fall of the man’s chest. He was still a little groggy from sleep or he may have thought twice about his
next move. He slid his hands down his lover’s chest. He was clothed, how irritating. Dean fumbled with jeans and
released a belt to feel a startlingly hard erection.

**
He was in some kind of underground system of concrete tunnels. Sam was already confused as he was having trouble
seeing in the dark. He held up his lighter to try and make things a little easier to see. He kept turning in the same
direction, what was he looking for? He was holding a crossbow.

He saw Dean at the other end of the tunnel. Dean was holding a girl in his arms, his head bent down towards her
neck. Suddenly his vision was extremely clear. He looked as drops of blood fell to the muddy cement floor. Sam couldn’
t move his feet. “Dean!” He cried out.

Dean didn’t listen to him, the girl’s eyes closed in death.

“Dean!!” Sam cried out again.

Dean looked up, blood dripping from his mouth, his fangs long and sharp, eyes blood red. He snarled at Sam and
started moving towards his sibling. He was just about to attack when a shot rang out in the dark. John stood, holding a
strange looking colt in his hand. Dean’s shock was clear. He stared at Sam, still.

And a bright light incinerated him, right before Sam’s eyes.

No, no. This couldn’t be happening. “Dean! Noooo.” Sam sobbed, falling to his knees, trying to touch the body as it
fell away into dust. The dust settled in his shaking hands.

“You’re brother died three weeks ago, Sam.” John said grimly. “That was not Dean.”

**

Sam’s eyes flew open and he gasped. The startled movement caused Dean to open his eyes and suddenly realize his
hand was on his brother’s cock. It was equally startling that he didn’t immediately pull away though they both stared at
each other. Sam’s forehead was wet with sweat from the dream and he trembled.

Dean cleared his throat. “I was uh, expecting someone else.” He fumbled over the words.

“We have to get out of here.” Sam panted. “We have to get out of here, NOW.”

Dean’s hand moved of its own accord, driving all thought from his brain. “Not yet.” He whispered into Sam’s neck.

“What are you doing?” Sam whimpered, unable to resist Dean’s eyes. “Dean…” He took a deep breath. “Oh, God,
Dean. I want you, but not like this. You don’t know what you’re doing.”

“I know I’m with you, Sammy.” Dean countered. “I know I want you. I’ve always wanted you. I just didn’t think you’d
want it back.”

“But you’d never do this if we weren’t here.” Sam clutched Dean’s shoulder, and hissed when skilled fingers traced the
slit of his cockhead. “It doesn’t matter what we want. I don’t want half of you, Dean.”

“I don’t see you pulling away.” Dean raised an eyebrow, amused. Sam could almost see his brother in that look.

Sam lifted his hips into Dean’s hand and implored. “This isn’t right.” He bit his lip.

That action only spurred Dean onward and he leant forward to taste Sam’s lips. The kiss was gentle at first, feather
light. He encouraged Sam to let his tongue in, hand still pulling on his brother’s now painfully hard cock, precum
already leaking. “You can’t tell me this isn’t right.” Dean said when he allowed Sam a moment to breathe. “Maybe it’s
not normal, but it’s right.”

Sam was no longer thinking of right and wrong when his release was finally encouraged out of him. He cried out and
warm wet heat slipped through Dean’s fingers. Dean kept his hand in place until Sam calmed down. He kissed
trembling lips, and soothed feverish skin. “You’re so warm.” Dean whispered.

Sam buried his head against Dean’s neck, clutching him. He shouldn’t have let this happen. He should be pulling
Dean from the bed, forcing him to get dressed and forcing them to leave. A few days of fresh air would clear Dean’s
head. But what if when they left and he regained his senses, Dean wouldn’t want him anymore? Sam’s heart twisted
into misery. He couldn’t live with himself if they stayed here. “I have to take you out of here. Please come with me.” He
pulled his head back to look into Dean’s eyes and stroked his cheek.

Dean looked at Sam for a long moment. He took a few deep breaths and nodded finally. “Alright. Let’s get dressed.”

Sam smiled in relief. It was the miracle he was hoping for. The scrambled off the bed and he adjusted his clothing.

As Dean got dressed, his eyes remained on Sam the whole time. When Sam looked away to pack Dean’s things back
into his duffle bag, he picked up one of Luther’s cross necklaces and put it in his pocket.

Sam was ecstatic and nervous at the same time. What if Luther came back and stopped them? He would have to
knock out Dean and kill Luther. How exactly? Sam glanced over at Dean who looked a little more like himself now, the
chill of death was fading. “Ready?” He asked his brother.

Dean nodded, “Yeah, Lets blow this town.”

He was ahead of Sam to the door. In a few minutes they were tossing their suitcases into the Impala which Dean
stared at fondly. “Did you miss me, baby?” He inquired of the car, petting it.

Sam rolled his eyes and hopped into the passenger seat. Dean gunned the engine and they were driving away while
Sam navigated their way out of Boulder. They didn’t talk. Dean turned on the music and just drove. Sam was ok with
that; at least they were putting distance between Dean and Luther.

“Hey, Dude, y’ok?” After about four hours later, Sam had drifted off to sleep and Dean was shaking his arm.

Sam started awake; the same nightmare had plagued him. He gave Dean a reassuring smile. “yeah, m’fine.”

“It’ll be dawn soon.” Dean yawned; causing Sam’s to glance at him in concern.

“What about you?”

“Peachy” Dean responded. “We should stop for breakfast somewhere. You hungry?”

“Uh-huh.” Sam nodded and resolved to stare anywhere but –at- Dean.

**

At the diner, Dean had chosen a booth on the back wall. It wouldn’t normally have caused Sam to worry, but the back
wall didn’t have a window.

“Sam, eat.” Dean encouraged his brother when food finally came and he barely touched it. Dean however, was wolfing
food down as if it was his first meal in ages.

“Oh, sure.” Sam flushed slightly and started to work on his bacon.

Dean laughed good-naturedly. It was nice to see him smile and act more like himself. “No more nightmares?” He
wondered. “Headaches?”

“Nah.” Sam lied about the nightmares at least.

“Good.” Dean looked relieved. “I was worried about you.”

Sam stared at Dean. He truly had no idea what had been happening to him. Sam wasn’t sure if this made him feel
relieved or more worried. “I’m fine. Hey, why don’t we do something different? I don’t know, have a small vacation?”

It was Dean’s turn to stare at Sam. “Uh, we don’t get vacation with this job, Sam.”

“Maybe we can go somewhere, I don’t know, Florida.”

“You want to go to Florida?” Dean looked at Sam as if he had two heads.

“Why not? We could go to one of those theme parks, we’ve never been.”

“With what money?” Dean eyed Sam in amusement.

“We can always acquire some.” Sam suggested, meeting Dean’s eyes. Dean’s were sparkling with light and it warmed
his heart, and made him feel tingly.

“Sam.” Dean smirked. “If you want to take a weekend off so I can fuck you senseless, just say so. We don’t have to
go to fucking Disneyland.”

Sam nearly spewed his juice.

Chapter Six.

Sam gazed at Dean across the table, he couldn’t think of a sharp comeback he could only think of the possibility that
what if Dean was not serious. He frantically reached for his napkin to clean up the juice, a red flush pinking his neck.

Dean leant forward on his elbows. “This morning you snapped me out of it.” He told Sam softly. “My heads been kinda
fuzzy the last few days, but you cleared it. I want you to look me in the eye and tell me you didn’t want me to do that. If
you can do that, we’ll chalk it up to a bad week and we won’t speak of this again, ok?” He wanted to give Sam an out,
to let his brother pull himself together.

“Dean it’s not that simple.”

“Sure it is, Sam. What else can it be? I mean. You’re my brother for god sake. I practically raised you. It’s tearing me
up inside.” Dean’s voice was low and harsh, his hand gripped the table.

“Were you joking?” Sam held Dean’s gaze, his own dark with emotion.

“Huh?”

“I mean joking when you talked about fucking me.”

‘Don’t be so crude.” Dean snorted. “What if I wasn’t?”

“I’m not a toy, Dean.” Sam snapped back. “Stop playing with me.”

“Just answer the original question.” Dean said softly. “Did you or didn’t you want me to touch you?”

There were a thousand reasons to say no. Sam knew that no was the correct answer. No was the safe answer. No
was the answer that could get them to go back to normal and he and Dean would just pretend nothing happened just
like they had before. No was the answer that would haunt him for the rest of his days. If he said yes, then what? Did
he want to be Dean’s willing, convenient body? Was that enough? He couldn’t imagine that it meant more than that for
Dean.

“Sam?” Dean said expectantly.

“I can’t answer.” Sam said with a sigh.

“Can’t or won’t?” Dean scowled.

“I want to answer, but I’m still not sure what happened back there.” Sam said desperately. “You weren’t yourself.”

“I was fine, Sam.” Dean said with a shrug. “Luther was just a fling. It was sex. That’s all. I didn’t expect you to get so
worked up about it. “

“It was not just sex, Dean.” Sam frowned. “He was… He was…” Sam stared into Dean’s eyes. “He was doing
something to you. I don’t know what, but I know it wasn’t good.”

“Actually, it was pretty damned good.” Dean chuckled.

“Dude, I’m being serious here.” Sam snapped. “I think uhm. I think he was a Vampire.”

Dean laughed loudly, “Sam? Come on. That’s taking jealousy a bit far. He walked around in daylight.”

“I don’t know how I know.” Sam said fiercely. “I just know. Dean, you have to believe me because I think he did
something to you. I mean, he changed you.”

“Now you’re talking out of your ass, Sam.” Dean shook his head. “And you’re avoiding the question entirely. Alright, I
get the idea. You didn’t want what happened. You just wanted to get me away from Luther. Jesus, Sam, I thought you
had gotten over the fact that I might end up with a guy from time to time. Waitress!” He called to the server, “Check
please.”

Sam followed Dean out of the diner and implored “Dean! Listen to me.” Dean had it all wrong.

“Get in the car, Sam.” Dean went around to the driver’s side and waited. He put on his sunglasses, the sun was
awfully bright and he wasn’t feeling so hot. He wasn’t going to let Sam know that, however.

Sam lifted his hands up in aggravation, wrenched open the door and sat down. He glared at Dean while the engine
was gunned and they were off again.

They drove in silence again. Sam stared at Dean’s reflection in the window. His brother was very angry and didn’t
understand why he couldn’t answer the question. He didn’t want to be convenient. He wanted more than just sex. He
felt guilty, like he should be doing something, saying something. He just wanted to get Dean as far away from Luther
as possible, but it was too late. He noticed something in Dean’s reflection and turned to look at his hand.

Dean’s hand was sunburnt.

Sam’s heart caught in his throat. He couldn’t believe what he was about to say because it was the only thing he could
think of to keep Dean on the right side. “Yes Dean.” He said in a small soft tone.

Dean glanced at Sam while keeping his attention on the road. “Huh?”

“Yes, I wanted you to touch me. Yes, I was jealous.” Sam closed his eyes and looked at anything but Dean.

There was no response from the driver’s side. Dean gripped the wheel, his jaw set. His eyes were hidden behind
sunglasses which were just as well because Sam would have seen the naked desire in them. He felt like he was just
given the Holy Grail and he was almost certain that if he reached out for it, he’d shatter it. t.

Dean found a rest stop and parked the Impala. He looked over at Sam who was trembling. “Are you afraid of me now?”

I’m afraid I’m right. Sam wanted to tell his brother. What if it was too late to bring Dean back? What if he had to live the
nightmare and watch his father kill the only person he’d ever truly loved?

They were parked in the shade, half under a huge oak tree. The rest stop was deserted. It was probably due to the
fact that the road they were on wasn’t exactly well traveled. The windows were rolled down and there was a gentle
breeze in the air. The sunburn on Dean’s hand was gone now. Maybe he had imagined it?

“I’d never hurt you, Sam.” Dean said firmly.

Sam didn’t know what to do or say. He couldn’t actually tell Dean his fears. Dean already believed Luther was just a
fling and nothing special had happened. Sam knew otherwise.

“I know you wouldn’t.” Sam sighed.

Dean reached over to rest his hand on Sam’s neck, fondling the locks of hair. Sam felt his whole body react to just a
simple touch. Oh, God. He wanted this so much. “I used to think about this a lot.” Dean confessed. “But I held back,
Sam. You weren’t meant for me. You’re meant for something better.”

“I don’t care.” Sam pulled Dean’s sunglasses off and set them aside. His thumb caressed the light stubble on his love’
s cheek. “You’re something better, Dean. You always have been.”

Dean sighed “No, I’m not, Sam.”

“You are.” Sam leant forward, knowing Dean would not make the first move. He offered his lips and when there was no
response he closed the distance between them.

The kiss was sweet, not as harsh or demanding as Sam had expected. Dean tasted his lips first, tongue gentle with
only a hint of challenge to it. Sam’s body came alive, wanting more, needing more. Their tongues slipped together,
wrapping heat and need into one touch.

Sam’s sweet taste was burning him. Dean had never felt such intense desire. His cock was already hard from just a
taste of Sam. He pulled open Sam’s jacket and unbuttoned the flannel shirt. His hands slid up under the white
undershirt Sam wore and practically tore it open. Dean lowered his head to suck on Sam’s neck and trace his tongue
down to a nipple.

Sam was overwhelmed. He could barely think to work his jeans open and try to the same for Dean. This was going to
be awkward, It was the middle of the day and anyone could see them. Not that there was anyone on the road. It was
crazy.

Dean paused only to flip a mechanism which pushed his seat back several inches from the wheel. “Take your pants
off.” His tongue and found it’s way back to Sam’s ear.

Sam nodded, his lips quivered as he pulled at his jeans and awkwardly kicking them to the floor of the Impala.

“Climb on me.” Dean licked and kissed the tender earlobe, “There’s lube and a condom in the glove compartment.”

It seemed only fitting that Sam’s first encounter would be in the Impala. She was almost home to them. He scrambled
to comply, the cool wind on his bare ass making him shiver.

“Don’t worry, you’re ass will be plenty warm soon.” Dean nuzzled Sam’s neck. “I’m just glad you’re bendy.”

Sam let out a short laugh as ripped the condom open with his teeth and slipped on Dean’s cock. He rubbed a little bit,
just to watch his lover groan.

Their second kiss was an inferno of intensity. It was all teeth, tongue and force while they battled for dominance.
Dean’s fingers, coated with lube, slipped into Sam’s virgin entrance. It was only the tightening muscle and Sam’s sharp
gasp that reality kicked him in the gut, and he realized Sam had not done this before. Dean broke the kiss and
withdrew his fingers almost immediately. “Sammy.” He searched Sam’s eyes. “Fuck, you should have told me.”

“I don’t care Dean, don’t’ stop.” Sam begged, afraid that they did they wouldn’t start again.

“It’s too painful like this the first time.” Dean protested. “I-I can’t do this to you.”
Sam kissed Dean’s neck and stroked the sensitive place just under his ear. “I don’t care.”

“I do, Sammy.” Dean pushed Sam away. “You don’t know how much it hurts the first time.”

“I’m not made of glass, Dean.” Sam clutched his brother’s shoulders. “I want you inside me.” He rubbed against Dean’
s cock, enticing a growl and moan from elder Winchester.

He couldn’t deny Sam anything when Sam gave him that look. Dean sighed and nodded. “Only because you wanted
me to” he whispered. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t.”

Preparations continued, Dean was lost in Sam’s eyes. He spent a good deal of time stretching and scissoring until he
found a tiny nub begging for attention. The sheer ecstasy he was rewarded with and the mewling noise that Sam
made pushed Dean over the edge.

Sam was in position, and it was all Dean could do not to force himself in. He was going so slowly that Sam finally
growled in annoyance and pushed down hard. Dean shouted, Sam felt like he was being torn in two, but he was finally
filled to the hilt. The pain was intense and he thought he was going to pass out until Dean started to move and rub
against that tiny nub.

Heaven was being inside Sam, Dean decided. Heaven was hearing every sound of pleasure from his true love’s lips.
Heaven was the heat generating between them. Heaven was the rapid beating of Sam’s heart.

The Impala shook with the force of it. Dean wondered if he should buy a few new shock absorbers. Sam’s head fell
against Dean’s shoulder with every thrust. Sam’s neck barred to Dean.

Heaven was the blood running through Sam’s veins.

Sam was too far gone to notice the change. Dean’s fangs grew and when they both came he sunk his teeth into Sam’s
neck and drank. Sam didn’t realize what was happening at first, still in the euphoria of the most complete orgasm he’d
ever had. By the time he noticed the pain in his neck and his swimming vision, it was too late. He slumped against
Dean, unconscious.
With a loud cry, Dean pulled his fangs out. He stared at the blood still pulsing through his brother and it took all of his
humanity to close his eyes and take control. He instinctively knew what to do. He licked at the wound and it began to
heal up. He stared at himself in the rearview mirror. His eyes slowly turned back to normal and his fangs rescinded.
Realization slowly began to dawn on him.

Heaven could not be so cruel.

He had almost killed Sam.

Chapter Seven

Dean didn’t remember how long he had held Sam in his arms. He could only thank god that he had managed to pull
away in time. He eased Sam into the passenger seat and fumbled to pull on his clothing. His fingers shook as he
cleaned up his brother using a soothing lotion he had on hand. Sammy purred in his sleep and nuzzled against Dean.
Dean gazed at the beautiful face, swollen lips and dark bruise on his neck. It looked just like a hicky.

Dean stumbled out of the car, Sam’s blood swirling in his veins and mind. It was twilight and he paced back and forth
trying to figure out what to do. He called Luther and was surprised when the man picked up.

“I didn’t expect to hear from you so soon, Dean.”

“What did you do to me?” Dean shouted. “What the hell are you?”

“Is Sam dead?” Luther asked in such a heartless way that it made Dean’s skin crawl.

“Y-you knew. You knew I would attack him. That’s why you let us go. He’s not dead, you son of a bitch. I didn’t kill him.”

“Not yet.” Luther smirked. “I’ll be seeing you soon, Dean Winchester. Don’t bother coming back here, I’ll be long
gone. Just remember this. If you don’t feed, you’ll become a monster. And we wouldn’t want that, would we?”

“You did this. You set me up.”

“And here he said you weren’t too bright.” Luther chuckled.

“He? Who? I want answers, Damnit! I’m going to hunt you down and kill you so dead you’ll wish I let you live.” Dean
fumed.

“Good night Dean. Oh, and. Remember to stay out of the sun. You have a condition to maintain now. Do give my
regards to Sam.”

*Click*

Dean growled in frustration. He clutched his hair trying to remember just what had happened. How this had happened.
He wracked his muddled brains for each time he and Luther had sex. Was there anything constant? Anything he could
put his finger on? Dean swore as he remembered the bottle of wine. It was the bottle that Luther had let him drink
from. Red wine. Dean’s eyes widened. Oh God, that hadn’t been wine.

Jesus Christ he was fucked. He thought about calling John, but what could they say? “Uh, Hi Dad, I uh was fucking
Sam and I drank his blood and now he’s unconscious. I didn’t mean to, uh drink his blood.” Yeah, that would go over
well. He stared back at the car; Sam was still out of it. At least it looked like he wasn’t having any nightmares, small
miracles aside.

Dean dialed the only person he could think of dialing. Pastor John. “Yeah, it’s Dean. I know we haven’t talked in a
while, but could you send Sam all the information you have on modern Vampires? Yeah. Yeah it’s a job. Anything at
all, and we need to know if there is a cure. What do you mean Dad was asking about Vampires recently? Oh. Uh. No,
don’t tell him. Send the information to our email address. Thanks.”

He sighed and ran water over his face from the rest stop fountain. Dad would be furious at his stupidity. Dean
pounded his fist into the brick wall several times, startled when he saw that it had actually gone through the wall and
there were now several nice fist-prints. He should have known. He should know better than to think with the lower bit.
It hadn’t been hard for Luther as he was already so wound up and scared about losing Sam he’d been an easy target.
He’d let his emotions get in the way of sense. He’d never been this stupid before, he was always on guard. People
didn’t just randomly invite strangers to their apartments. Especially men.

On a scale of one to ten he was a class ten moron and he knew it. Luther had known he would attack Sam. It had
been a set up from the start to take them both out.

Dean filled up the bottle of water for Sam and trudged back to the Impala. He slid into the driver’s seat and patted a bit
of the cold water on Sam’s face. “Come on baby.” He whispered. “Come back to me.”

Sam’s eyes fluttered open and Dean gave a sigh of relief. Sam flinched away from Dean and pulled his knife.

“Baby, it’s me.” Dean pleaded. “I’m me. It’s ok. Sammy, don’t. I need your help.”

Sam could only remember intense pleasure, then mind numbing pain and his ass was on fire. He shifted
uncomfortably. “What happened?”

“I know what I am, Sam.” Dean said softly. “You don’t need that.” He indicated the knife.

“How can I trust you?”

“I’m your brother, Sammy. I love you.” Dean sighed.

Sam lowered the knife and Dean pulled him into an embrace.

“I’m so sorry.” Dean shuddered. “Oh, fuck, Sam. I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright.” Sam closed his eyes and held Dean close. “Shh. We’ll figure this out. It’s alright.”

“I’m scared Sammy.” Dean settled a little. “What are we going to do?”

Sam pulled away to hold Dean’s face in his hands. “We stick together. I will not lose you now, Dean.”

“But what if I accidentally make you a vampire?”

“Then we’ll make one hell of a kick ass hunting team.” Sam tried for humor.

Dean chuckled, gazing into Sam’s beautiful eyes. “I guess we’ll have to break into a few bloodbanks every now and
then.” He sighed. “I don’t know how often I have to do this. I don’t know anything about this. I asked Pastor John to
send us some information, anything he had.”

“We could call Dad.”

“NO.” Dean almost shouted. “Hell no. Sam. I fucked up big time. I’ll get myself out of this without his help. Besides, he
doesn’t know about the guy thing.”

Sam soothed Dean by rubbing his neck gently. “Shh. Ok. We’ll look through whatever the Pastor sends us and we’ll
find a cure.”

“Thanks, Sam.” Dean said. “I’m sorry I got us into this.”

“Quit apologizing or I’ll think being a Vampire has turned you into a wimp.” Sam gave dean a playful smack.

“Don’t push it.” Dean warned with a glare.

“Let’s stop at the next town and check out what information we have.” Sam decided.

Dean looked Sam up and down and licked his lips. “There’s a lot more I want to check out.” At Sam’s look Dean
shrugged his shoulders with a smirk. “What? We just had the most incredible sex I’ve ever experienced.”

“Ever?” A small smile tugged at Sam’s lips.

Dean nodded.

“Even with Cassie?” Sam couldn’t resist throwing that in.

“Dude, Cassie is not even remotely as sexy as you are.” Dean rolled his eyes. “Well?”

“Well what?” Sam looked innocent.

Dean started the engine and glared at him. He tossed the opened condom sack at Sam’s face.

“You want to know how you were?” Sam had to snicker.

“Well, yeah.” Dean tried very hard not to look embarrassed.

“On a scale of one to ten?” Sam looked down at his ripped shirt.

“Don’t be an asshole.” Dean muttered. “Just tell me. Was it good?”

Sam looked back at Dean. “It was heaven, Dean, a definite ten.”

Dean grinned, feeling suddenly back in a very good mood. If Sam stuck with him, he –could- beat this thing. He’d be
damned if he was going to let that bastard get away with this. If he ever met Luther again, Luther would meet a
seriously painful end.

Chapter Eight

After looking into the files that the Pastor sent, Sam was frustrated. All they had so far learned was that Dean wasn’t a
true vampire until he made his first kill. Until then, he was still human. The pastor told them that a theoretical way to
cure a partial vampire was to baptize them. The holy water would drive out the demon. The problem was, the cure was
only theoretical. They had no idea if it would even work, how much it would hurt Dean or whether or not there was
anyone in the immediate area willing to assist.

Sam took a deep breath. “Well, I could do it.”

Dean scoffed, “You are not a preacher, Sam.” He went back to cleaning his guns which is something he did when he
was trying to focus.

“We have the preacher uniforms. All I would have to do is read the words from the bible, Dean.”

Dean’s eyes widened. “You want to pretend to be a preacher and baptize me? We’d have to get into a church.”

“That can’t be too hard around here.”

“You want to break into a church, masquerade as a preacher and pretend to baptize me?” Dean stared at Sam.

“It’s worth a shot.” Sam said, clenching his teeth in determination.

“Assuming I can step –inside- a church.” Dean pointed out.

“We can test that.”

Dean took a deep breath and sighed. “Alright, it’s our best option right now.”

They had stopped after six hours of driving at a small town a motel room in Mitchell, South Dakota when they received
information from the Pastor to go through. They were at a small, surprisingly clean, motel. Dean was glad of the
change. “I’m sure you’ll find a bible in the desk drawer, Gideon.”

“Oh, Ha Ha.” Sam snorted. “This is no time for joking, Dean. Now, I think we should check out the churches in…”

Dean stood up with an exasperated sigh. He ran his hands through his hair and put his hands on his hips. “Okay.”

“Okay?” Sam stared at his brother’s back in amazement.

“Yeah. Ok. Let’s try this.” Dean turned back around to smile at Sam.

Sam’s heart leapt, Dean wasn’t giving up. Dean really wanted things to work out. He walked over to their costume
bag and rummaged for the priest outfit.   He smiled back at Dean. “I love you.” He whispered.

Dean rolled his eyes, “Sam, you know how I feel about mushy moments.” He stalked to his gun case and packed up.

“At least now I know you’re still Dean.” Sam snickered.

“For the moment” Dean smirked. “Did I ever tell you that shirt makes your nipples stand out?”

Sam flushed and snapped a couch pillow towards Dean, who easily ducked. “Stop distracting me.” He pulled out the
costume and tossed it on the bed while Dean leant against the wall to watch. “Dean!”

“What, you’re shy NOW?” Dean raised an eyebrow.

“No.” Sam huffed as he stripped off his shirt.

“Now why would anyone want to hide those?” Dean wondered as he slinked towards Sam.

“Dean…” Sam’s voice held a slightly warning note to it.

“We have time.” Dean cajoled, one hand sliding down Sam’s chest to tease one of the nipples he was talking about.

“I’m still sore.” Sam grunted arching into the touch.

“Let me strip you. I’ll make it worth your while.” Dean’s free hand found the nipple’s twin and rolled over each of them.

Sam’s breath hitched. He was surprised to find his cock already reacting in spite of the discomfort in his rear.

Dean kissed the bruise he had created with a sigh; he ran his tongue up the side of Sam’s neck and down his jawline
to his lips. “I promise no teeth, no blood. All I want is to give you pleasure, Sammy.”

Sam kissed Dean fiercely, their tongues colliding in an effort to get closer to each other. Dean’s hands had already
found Sam’s belt and he tugged it open.

“I’ve hurt you.” Dean whispered. “You’re the only good thing in my life, and I hurt you. I need to make it up to you, if I
have to spend the rest of my life doing it.”

Dean pulled at Sam’s jeans, tugging them down and off. He marveled at the long thighs exposed to him. With jeans
and underwear removed, Sam was bare before him. He knelt between his brother’s eyes, his own shining.

“I trust you.” Sam said softly. “I trust you, Dean.”

“You don’t know how much that means to me after what happened, Sammy.” Dean’s fingers traced Sam’s thighs all
the way to tease the base of his cock. He bent his head to lick the tip and slide his hot tongue along the ridge eliciting
a whimpering moan from Sam.

Sam’s fingers clutched the bedsheets as he felt himself being taken into Dean’s mouth. Of course, he’d had this done
before, but not like this. Sam swallowed, “Dean..”

Skilled hands continued to massage Sam’s balls and quivering inner thighs while Dean worked his magic on the rigid
cock between his lips. The sweet sounds Sam made were music to his ears. Dean decided this was almost as much
fun as fucking Sam. He gripped his lover’s ass and encouraged Sam to move. Helpless to Dean’s handiwork, Sam
could only react.

It wasn’t long before he was shaking and coming in Dean’s mouth, and warm liquid was dribbling down his lover’s lips.
He panted on the bed, shuddering and quivering while his still leaking cock was cleaned by a more than willing tongue.

Dean kissed his way back up Sam’s stomach to his lips. The taste of himself on Dean’s lips made the sparkling fuzzy
white lights in his eyes stay for a just a little longer. He curled up against Dean as his brother held him close and
stroked his spine soothingly. “I love you, too. Sammy.” Dean said softly.

After a while of being in Dean’s arms, Sam stretched. “I should be getting into that outfit.”

“I think I should undress you more often.” Dean decided.

Sam laughed softly. “Come on, Dean. We have to take care of this.” He reached over to touch his brother’s cheek.
Dean kissed his brother’s hand. “Before you can’t resist” he added.

Dean nodded grimly. “You’re right.”

**

The two brothers scoped out the area. After a couple of attempts they found one that seemed much more willing to .
There were several churches to choose from. They found an older one and when Sam came back out the door he
told Dean that he had been given permission by the old preacher to use the chapel. It was time to test whether or not
Dean could enter the church.

They were in luck and Sam gave a sigh of relief when it looked like Dean could cross the threshold of the church. “It’s
making me kinda nautious.” Dean whispered.

“Deal with it. It’s a short ceremony, Dean.” He said softly.

“No, it’s not that. I feel like eyes are on me.”

Sam eyed Dean but whatever he was about to say was cut short as the preacher came to meet them. “Ah, Father
Samuel, this must be the young man you were speaking of who needs to be baptized.”

“Yes, father Peter. I’ve done the ceremony of course, but if you would stay.”

“Father Samuel says that your life has been difficult, Dean.” Father Peter studied Dean who gave Sam a look. “Your
mother and father would not let you be baptized and it has been only recently that you heard the words spoken by
Father Samuel and now wish to join the house of God?”

“Yeah, I’ve uh, seen the light.” Dean straightened, clearing his throat.

“Then let us begin. Father Samuel, please.” Father Peter stepped down so that Sam could have access to the altar.

The ceremony was quick indeed. The first time the holy water spattered down Dean’s forehead the lights in the church
flickered and died out, leaving only the lit candles. Sam continued the prayer, ignoring the fear in the other preacher’s
eyes.

“In Christ’s Name we Pray…” Sam’s hand shook as he saw the welts appearing on Dean’s skin from where the holy
water burned.

“Fiend!” The other priest’s eyes widened in fear. “Devil’s work!”

Fuck. It wasn’t working, he could see Dean start to convulse, and then he snapped his fingers.
“Christo … “ I should have known, Sam growled under his breath and his voice rang loud and clear. “In nomen
Christo , nos precor Amen. In nomen Christo.”
Dean writhed dropped to the ground, his jacket sizzling. The cross that Luther gave him burned a hole in his jacket
pocket and fell out onto the floor.
**
Luther fell to the floor, holding his head in pain. “Fuck!”
He opened his eyes and could swear he could see Sam standing before him in a preacher’s uniform. “Let him go. I
command you. In nomen Christo.”
“Ahhhh!” Luther screamed as his body began to burn.
“Release him!” Sam’s eyes were black as pitch.
**
The windows on the church shattered and the old priest sank to his knees in prayer. Sam grabbed Dean by the back
of his jacket and pulled him up so that he could see Dean’s face. He was monstrous, welts were blistering all over him
from the holy water and Dean was struggling to control his instincts.
“In nomen Christo. Return my brother.”   Sam’s teeth clenched.
**

Luther panted, lying on the ground of the barn he had stayed in that night. He’d been on his way back to Manning.
His body was blistering and healing quickly at the same time. The barn around him was bursting into flames. He
stumbled out of it to the car he was using and opened up a cigarette case. He took out something wrapped in a piece
of animal skin with a pentagram on it and a lock of Dean’s hair.
Luther’s hands shook from the pain Sam was inflicting on him. Dean’s dried blood was on the hair. He tossed it to the
fire and it exploded in a small burst of blue flame.
He’d failed, but there was another matter in Manning, Colorado that needed his attention.
He couldn’t afford to let that issue fail.
**
Sam collapsed.
Dean gasped for breath, air rushed through his lungs and he was thrown back against the altar by an invisible force.
He touched his face. The welts were gone, his teeth were gone. He struggled to his feet and was instantly at Sam’s
side. “Sammy! Sam. You did it!”
He lifted his brother up and slung one arm over his shoulders. Sam was groggy and out of it but alive and able to
walk. “It worked?” Sam rasped.
“Oh, god yes” Dean held Sam in his arms in a quick embrace. They both looked at the terrified preacher. “We need
to get the hell out of here.”
Chapter Nine
Sam couldn’t wait for the ride to the next Inn to be over. He was already fidgeting an hour into the drive. He kept
looking at Dean and smiling. He was so relieved this was all over. He had Dean back and his brother.
“Dude, you’re making me nervous.” Dean said sharply. Traffic had picked up and the must be nearing a bigger city.
Sam hadn’t really bothered to pay attention to road signs. All he could do was smile.
“Sorry.” He cleared his throat.
“You’re lookin’ at me funny.” Dean complained. “How am I supposed to drive with you lookin’ at me like that? Read a
book or something.”
Sam snickered. He tilted the seat back and grinned at Dean. He knew no one around them would see what he was
going to do.
“Christ, you wouldn’t.” Dean groaned.
Sam gave him another selective smirk as he unzipped his jeans and pulled out his flannel shirt.
“No-no. Sam!” Dean said between clenched teeth. “Not in the car in broad freaking daylight. People are around. What
if there’s a van or something? Traffic is getting heavier, see look, three cars ahead of me.”
“Sammy!” Dean glared as he tried to focus on the road, neck starting to sweat slightly.
He heard a soft little moan erupt from Sam’s lips and it was all he could do not to stare. Dean sat ramrod straight in
the driver’s seat, breath coming out at a controlled pace.
His senses tingled, he could hear the movements Sam’s hand was making, skin scratching lightly against jean
material. Dean muttered darkly under his breath. “I’m gonna kick your ass for this.”
A particularly sensual moan forced Dean to glance over at the most erotic thing he’d ever seen. Sam stretched in the
seat, his hand under his shirt. Sunlight played across Sam’s glistening skin, illuminating it like an angel. Dean caught
his breath, and parked the car on the side of the road. He didn’t think Sam had noticed he’d stopped the car; he just
couldn’t help but stare. Sam opened his eyes to see Dean staring at him intently, hands still gripping the wheel as
though it was an extension of his body. Their eyes were locked, Dean’s smoldering and Sam’s passionate. His lips
parted as he softly whispered Dean’s name.
“No…” Dean shook his head and rasped, “Finish.”
The cry on his lips was for Dean alone. He’d thought ahead to make sure to have something to wipe himself off with
afterwards. The orgasm rippled through his body starting at his toes and ending at his fingertips. He wanted to reach
out and touch Dean, but Dean’s eyes held him in place.
The kiss that followed tore into Sam’s soul. It wasn’t like the others he’d shared with Dean. This was different. This had
a sense of reality to it. Dean wrenched himself away from Sam’s lips and glared at his brother. “Now, you are going to
cut that crap out and sit quietly until we get to the next hotel. Understand?” His tone was definitely not to be ignored.
Sam nodded with another slow smile as Dean started the car again. “And stop freaking smiling.”
The boys had spent the last few days simply tiring each other out when Dean told Sam about the news in Manning,
Colorado. Sam couldn’t help but worry. He looked into Dean’s eyes and saw him smile. He knew then that no matter
what happened, Dean would always be his. Not Luther’s, Not Cassie’s. His own.   He didn’t want to leave the motel but
they had both agreed that it was a job.

Author’s note: Everything happens exactly as it does in Dead Man’s Blood with one exception. (In a nutshell: They
find a friend of John’s who’s killed by a Vampire clan. Luther’s Vampire Clan. Sam and John have a heart to heart.
They take Luther’s lover and have a showdown on the highway
Dean knew Dad had no idea why he was so keen on killing Luther. He hated the fact that Luther’s hands were on
Sam. He’d cut those hands off as soon as he had a chance. Luther whispered into Sam’s ear when he held the boy
captive. “He’s mine, Sam. He always will be mine, especially when I snap your neck in two. He’ll have no defense.”
Sam glanced over at his father who had the gun pointed in their direction. “He’s not yours, Luther.” He growled. “He’s
not going to ever be yours.”
The shot fired and Luther was destroyed before their very eyes in the same way Sam had seen Dean die in his
dream. They followed Dad’s car, Dean’s jaw set and tense. “You know what this means.” He told Sam harshly.
“What?”
“While Dad’s around we have to be really careful. We can’t do anything, Sam. I’m serious.” Dean said in a softer tone,
hating the hurt expression in his brother’s eyes. “If he ever found out, I couldn’t. I just don’t want to even think about
it, ok?”
“How long?” Sam murmured. “I don’t know. As long as it takes, I’m sorry Sam.” Dean sighed.
“Maybe he’ll understand.” Sam ventured.
“He’d kick my ass from here to Whitehorse, and then he’d kick it all the way back.”
Sam looked away. “Alright” he said quietly. “I’ll do whatever you need me to do, Dean.”
“That’s my boy.” Dean smiled, relieved. He gave Sam’s forehead a quick kiss. “It won’t be forever. I promise.”
“I trust you, Dean.” Sam curled up in the passenger seat. He realized suddenly how tired he was. Things weren’t
exactly how he wanted them to be but he’d had a perfect few days with Dean. He knew in his heart Dean was right.
Their timing sucked.
Fin.