Sam's eye were twitching again, quick flick, blank look, then normal 'Sam' look.
Then twitch, flick, blank look, then normal 'Sam' .
Repeated.
Repeated again.
Dean was watching, keeping an eye on him.
Bobby's death had Sam wigged out.
"You okay, Sam?" Dean asked, knowing the answer, same answer he'd gotten so far for two hours now, just with less and less syllables.
"I said, I'm fine." Sam responded.
Okay, we'd started with "Stop worrying, Dean, I'll be fine. I just need some space here."
Dean knew better. The more space Sam got, the more time 'Lucifer' got with him. So, no, no more space for Sam.
14 syllables. Started with 14.
Then twitch, flick, blank look, normal 'Sam'.
Dean let this go on two more times.
"Sam…" Dean began, the 'I know something is wrong, Sam' tone.
"I'll be fine, stop worrying, Dude, Space!" Sam responded then.
9 syllables.
Twitch, flick, cringe, blank look, normal 'Sam' look.
Three more times Dean waited.
"Sam!" Dean groaned.
"I'm fine, Dean, do you even understand the concept of 'space' at all?" Sam said.
17 syllables. Better, good.
But still, on a bad 'Lucifer' day, 17 syllables were never good. Dean preferred 'I feel fine, Dean, you're worrying for nothing. Still seeing him but not paying attention. I'll be okay."
20 syllables. Even better. A decent amount really.
He also preferred the quick look that quickly becomes the normal 'Sam' look.
The twitch and flick were bad signs. They meant Sam was partially paying attention to 'Lucifer' or whoever he was seeing now. Add a cringe and/or a wince, he was listening attentively. That's when he slipped into 'zoning out' mode. It took hours to get him out of that one! Dean was tired of having to fight to get him out of that one!
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Twitch, cringe, flinch, blank look, then normal 'Sam' look.
Damn it! He's slipping again, longer time between blank look and normal 'Sam' look. Added cringing and flinching, Sam's listening.
'Move Closer, Idjit!' Bobby's voice said in his head. Dean heard Bobby voice his own thought. It was a 'Bobby' thought, that's why. It hurt to hear or think about Bobby. But it was right, so Dean moved closer. "Sam, Sammy! You still here?"
"Back off, Dean, you're crowding!" Sam complained.
6 syllables now. Not good, in fact really bad.
Twitch, cringe, flinch, eye flick, eyes upward, wince, blank look, a very long moment, then normal 'Sam' again.
But not entirely normal 'Sam'. Slightly unfocussed still, breathing is changing and was speeding up some.
"Sam?" Dean asked, knew this is only getting worse, soon Sam would spiral again. Right into 'Lucifer's ' arms, son of a bitch!
"I'm fine." Sam said robotically; Like when he had been soulless.
Two syllables. Crap!
The lack of tone to his voice. Really really bad, too.
Dean could already hear the message starting soon in Sam's mind, 'Sam soon won't be home, please leave a message."
Dean had finally had enough of this crap. 'Lucifer' did not get Sam again!
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Dean pinned Sam now. Sam's pulse was racing, his breathing shaky and hitching. Eyes wide but not seeing…well, not seeing Dean, at least.
"Sam!" Dean shouted.
"Fine." Sam mumbled.
1 syllable. That's it! Next it's 'Lucifer', a right time, all the time.
Nope, not happening.
Not again, Dean was not going to lose anyone else, let alone to a fucking figment of Sam's imagination! Not to a 'not real' smart ass, smooth talking, arrogant figment of the devil himself! Sure, Sam was in a cage, all right, but now he had Dean stuck in it, too!
Dean stripped Sam down. Then himself. Screw subtle. Sam needed 'real' to come back, so Dean would give it to him.
See, Dean had been in love with Sam for years. He'd just hid it better than Sam had. Sam had been casting him looks when he thought Dean hadn't been looking for years, too. He thought Dean hadn't seen it but he had been wrong. He wouldn't lose Sam, he's all he had left. He most certainly refused to lose him to a damn fictional loser like 'Lucifer', fuck that!
So, Dean straddled Sam, pinning him. Sam didn't move, just docilely lay there.
Not good.
Dean bit Sam's neck hard, drew blood and pulled his hair back painfully hard not sparing the strength.
Nothing.
Dean pulled with both hands now, even more strength now. Bit harder.
A soft moan, barely there; he was getting back soon.
Dean ground into Sam hard with his groin and ass, bruising, while he moved down his neck biting, not drawing blood again. He kept pulling the hair but not as hard, he didn't want to hurt Sam too much. He saw the hair in his hands already, a few strands; he dropped them to the floor.
Little louder moans, eyes focussed more now.
Hands on Dean's ass, softly touching. Sam's hard against him now, hardness meeting hardness. Their bodies ground more now. Dean kept a hold of the hair and biting and kissing down his chest, sucking on the nipples, biting them now, too.
Sam made guttural moans now, moved against Dean more.
Dean's body wanted more but he resisted it. He desired Sam but he didn't know if Sam wants this with him the way he used to. Not asking either. As soon as Sam came to, he was gone from his body this way. He just needed Sam to feel he's 'real' not 'Lucifer'!
'Dean!' Sam gasped in pleasure, his hands moving more now. Dean moaned as one of Sam's fingers slipped into him, working him open, hitting his pleasure spot.
Same spot what's-his-face hit last night. Dean had never got his name. Another random fuck, a release of the pressure.
Soon Dean was holding his own cheeks open for Sam, feeling more fingers slipping in. Dean thrust back onto them now, no burn but all pleasure, wanting more now.
Dean tried to stop but Sam is now actively rubbing his shaft hard along Deans, Sam's fingers scissoring, opening Dean although it wasn't really necessary. He's been sleeping with more men than women lately, mostly having them top him. He liked bottoming more. He still topped but bottoming felt better. Sex took the pain away, eased the grief and took all thoughts away, all but those of Sam. Pleasure stole his mind and left only the joy of being filled in his ass and orgasms ripping him apart. He needed this.
Women were great but he hadn't sleep with them as much, not for months now. He was drawn to men more now. 'Going Gay', people used to joke. Dean thought it might not be. It might be closer to the truth actually. He didn't care. Thinking hurt.
Thinking meant remembering Bobby's dead.
It meant they still don't know how to kill the Leviathans, which would probably end with one or both of them dead…again.
It meant knowing he'd lose all he had left to love, Sam, to black goo monsters or the equally creepy and not really there 'Lucifer.'
So Dean chose not to think, just to feel. Feel a dick inside him, feel it stretch him and pound him into their rent-a-car of the week and know that by the time he came all over it, he wouldn't be thinking anything!
Which he liked. Not thinking anything.
Thinking hurt.
Sex didn't.
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Now Sam was moaning and pulling Dean's hair. Dean was on his back, Sam wasworking him still but Dean's legs were spread wide and he was lifting his hips to make it easier for Sam to touch him. He didn't remember how he got on his back or when Sam spread his legs. He definitely didn't remember Sam biting the place on his chest, with blood dripping from it.
But it happened. was happening. Not that he was complaining. He just needed to know who Sam is seeing right now. "Sam, do you see me?" Dean moaned softly. Sam was sucking him now, so good, his tongue and mouth stealing Dean's control. "Fuck, Sam! I'm gonna cum! Please…"He meant to add, 'make sure you know it's me, not him, you're sucking here.' But it didn't make it out. Dean came arching and holding Sam's head painfully onto him now. Sam held the cum in his mouth, thrusts fingers into his own mouth and used it to lube up Dean's ass, as well as his own dick. Dean hadn't looked that closely before but he did now. Sam was hung like a horse! Sam worked Dean open and then began to work himself into the man slowly. Dean felt it hurt as it stretched him then burned. He had never had anyone so huge inside him before and yet he sure as hell wasn't going to tell him to stop!
Dean thought that his brother was way too good at this part to have not done it before and more than once either.
Then Sam was in him balls deep, groin to ass and Sam was not moving! Had Sam zoned out again? Dean wondered, panicked. "Sam?" Dean looked up and Sam's eyes were more focused but not all there yet. However his eyes were on Dean's face and body now. His face was inches from Dean's, his lips and teeth kissing Dean's neck, biting it and kissing it, sucking on it, too. "Sammy, damn! Sammy? Who are you fucking, baby? Do you see him now?" Dean pleaded, he had to know who Sam wanted to fuck while he was fucking him. He would not play 'Lucifer' for him!
"You, Dean, but he is watching. Says he likes me fucking you. He's jerking off to us." Sam admitted then began to move inside Dean now, slowly but building up speed a bit now. Dean was oddly turned on by 'Lucifer' watching them. Does it still count as voyeurism if the one watching you wasn't real? Dean had no clue but damned if it wasn't making him moan for more of Sam's dick fucking him harder now!
"He still there, baby?" Dean hated the fact that part of him hoped that the answer is yes. Damn, Sam was huge and his ass was being stretched in ways he never felt before. Dean reflected he wanted Sam inside him more now. "Never stop fucking me! Ride my ass, Sammy, fuck me hard!" Sam growled possessively now, his eyes behind Dean but not in an unfocused way anymore. Jealous and possessive even. The look made Dean hotter now. "Tell him to come closer and lean back, Sammy. I want him to see you fucking me. See that hard dick fuck my ass, not his. Want to be watched. You're so gorgeous, you should be watched when you fuck, Sammy. You're walking porn!" Dean growled, getting it out, "Make that bastard suck my dick, Sam, make him suck me while you fuck me!"
"Suck him!" Sam ordered the 'Lucifer' Dean couldn't see and most definitely couldn't feel.
"Is he? Is he sucking me?" Dean moaned louder now, closing his eyes and picturing 'Lucifer' sucking him while he felt Sam pounding into his ass now.
"Yes, so hot, Dean. He looks so hot sucking your dick!" Sam moaned, eyes on Dean's dick, hand on a head that wasn't there. They were both seeing 'Lucifer' sucking Dean and loving it.
"Tell him to work that ass open, fuck his ass with his fingers baby, bet he's a real whore for a dick in his ass. Tell him, Sammy." Dean moaned more and pictured 'Lucifer' doing just that. Dean's body clenched hotter now, 'Lucifer' fucking his own ass making Dean so ready to cum soon.
"Use those fingers, fuck your ass!" Sam ordered his figment and damned if that commanding tone didn't make Dean cum right then, screaming and writhing. Sam just kept fucking him however; not even close to cumming yet.
"Get on your back, Sam, I wanna ride you." Dean said and Sam pulled out of him. He laid on his back with his knees bent to offer Dean support. Dean straddled him and sheathed himself onto him again, impaling himself harder and deeper now. He was going painfully fast now, his pleasure and pain centers confused now. He felt strong hands grip his hips and take him into a blurring rhythm now. He let Sam do this even though Sam was too big for this not to hurt but big enough that it created the most intense ecstasy he'd ever felt, he wanted more, even though it hurt but mostly because it hurt. He wanted this pain and the pleasure it brought with it. Dean arched and his back bowed, his ass and everything clenched tightly, his hands gripped Sam's knees for balance. "Fuck, Sam! Close…cum, baby, gotta…Sam!" Dean shouted and lost control of his body. It's blurring speed and the way his ass was hitting hip to hip now, so hard and deep, so deliciously stretched now driving his pleasure higher and hotter now.
"Dean…oh…fuck! Cumming now…Dean!" Sam arched now, both men fucking in a faster speed now, hip slapping hip, moans and screams spilling over each other as Dean spilled all over Sam as he stroked Dean's dick hard and squeezing him harder now. Sam filled his ass with his own cum repeatedly, not once but at least four more times, pulling Dean into more orgasms as well. They lay there panting for a while and soon Dean looked at Sam.
"Is he still watching?" Dean asked.
"Yes, he's already hard again." Sam said grimly. "Says he wants to see us fuck again."
"Well, what are you waiting for then?" Dean grinned and spread his legs again, lifting his hips for the man. Sam smiled and lubed up, slipping into him again. Soon he was fucking Dean hard again. "Never want you to stop fucking me, Sam. Want you to fuck me whenever he's around now." Dean moaned louder, feeling so much pleasure and joy from being filled so fully again. He wanted Sam inside him whenever he saw 'Lucifer' which he hoped was all the time now.
"That'll be all the time, Dean. He never leaves!" Sam said sadly. He's never admitted this before to anyone.
"Then fuck me all the time. Suck me if he says to, you get the drift?" Dean said, Sam nodded, smiling.
"We're going to fucking all the time now then, aren't we?" Sam said groaning but smiled anyway, "I'm going to like this new treatment, Dean. Gonna fuck you all the time, ride your ass with my dick. Never stop." Sam moaned as Dean fucked back onto his faster now, causing him to pick up the pace and fuck him back even harder now.
"Damn I hope so!" Dean moaned louder again, "I love you and want you to never stop fucking me! Unless he says to fuck you, I'd like that, too!" Dean moaned, shouting at the end, so close to cumming! Sam smiled and looked behind Dean again then slid out, got onto his hands and knees. "He says for you to fuck me hard, Dean, says I need you to pound me now." Sam said then moaned as Dean worked him open which Dean noticed Sam already was open for him, strange. Apparently Dean hadn't been the only one riding one too many dicks lately. They've both been busy sluts lately! Soon they came clawing and shouting, hands and fingertips bruising that fine ass and that well-toned back. Those sexy thighs trembling with approaching orgasms…again. Sam now came hard onto Dean and himself each time as Dean stroked and fucked him through their mutual multiple orgasms until they were sated and leaking from each other's cum. Sam looked beside Dean, at 'Lucifer' again.
Then he crawled along Dean's body licked the cum off of him and then down to Dean's ass, licking the cum out of it, making Dean cum again from how good it felt, leaving him trembling from what Sam was doing. "Sam! Wow!" He moaned weakly, "That felt good." Dean pulled Sam up for a deep kiss and Sam smiled happily at his response.
"He told me to do that." Sam said and Dean cuddled him closer, happy now. Dean noticed Sam looking beside them again. Then Sam moved away and ran finger along Dean's lips, eyes hot and blown. "He says for you to clean the cum off of me now." Dean leered and said, "Your wish is my command, Sammy." Then he looked at Sam with 'lust-blown' green eyes and proceeded to kiss and lick the cum off of him, starting with the neck and down the chest, the stomach and then the dick and thighs, and then ate it out of his ass, using a finger at times to drive the man insane, making him cum hard again, this time putting his mouth onto Sam and pushing him deep into his throat, sucking him down, drinking every drop then sucking him hard until he came deep in his throat once more, Sam's hand impaling himself deep to the end of Dean's throat before cumming again and again, as Dean fucked his ass with fingers until Sam collapsed bonelessly from it all. "Dean, cumming…my cum slave…drink me…baby…so good…Dean! Dean!" Sam shouted as he came all that time.
They lay there for a few minutes cuddling again, sighing happily again. "Love you, Sammy." Dean said softly, voice cracking from the sex they just had. "Love you, too, Dean." Sam responded pulling him closer now.
Eventually Dean felt ready for Sam again. His hand stroked his brother softly, loving the feel of him this way beneath his fingers, so hard and smooth feeling. He heard Sam chuckle. "Nympho." Sam teased, kissing the top of his head, running fingertips along that muscled back and along that sexy ass of Dean's, finger softly brushing along the crack there, stroking the hole there, pulsing for him already. A fingertip caressed the rim, the tip barely entering it but not quite going in. Dean moaned softly, "Sam…fuck that feels…amazing…don't stop." Sam smiled and obeyed, not able to stop if he tried. He wanted to fuck Dean again, never wanting to stop it now that he had been with him that way. He wanted to be inside him again, so tight again, so sensitive to his touch.
"He still here?" Dean moaned softly and Sam leaned in for a kiss, which Dean gave him soft then hard again. Needing more, both of them needing more now. Dean didn't want 'Lucifer' watching anymore, everyone but him actually. Voyeurism had its limits, and Dean had reached his limit of 'Lucifer's'.
"No, he's gone." Sam said smiling, relieved. He hadn't been gone for months now. It felt good knowing 'Lucifer' was gone for a bit. And it made him happy that Dean had been the one to make the bastard go away, too. Fucking away 'Lucifer' had been fun, too. He liked this course of treatment, fucking Dean was the best and most mind-blowing way of keeping 'Lucifer' away he could think of. "We've fucked him away, baby, for now."
"Well, we'll just have to do it again when he shows up again, won't we?" Dean said getting up and pulling his brother behind him and grabbing the lube on the way out.
"Where we going, Dean?" Sam asked curious, not arguing but wondering. They were both still naked.
"Outside, to the car. I want you to fuck me into the hood of the car, Sammy." Dean purred, Sam got harder now.
"Someone could see us." Sam said, somehow almost getting caught makes him want it more.
"Yep, yeah, not much cover here, no trees blocking us, so they probably will." Dean said casually, technically there were a ton of trees around the cabin so being seen doing it would be next to nil but neither of them thought this, it would ruin the fantasy so they would let that go. Besides, someone might see them from the road, or across the lake, yeah, that was hot. Someone with binoculars or something or driving by would see Sam fucking him onto the hood of the car. Yeah, that was the ticket!
"Oh, yeah, they so could see us." Sam agreed, sure they could get caught, too. It turned him on and made him even harder now. His need to fuck Dean increased exponentially now.
Now they ran out of the door and down the steps to the rent-a-car. Sam grunted and pushed Dean roughly down to the hood, and lubed them up, and thrust in hard. He started slow and deep the first few but took him hard and fast, and deeper and deeper almost from the get go, roughly and almost violently. "Fuck, Sam! So good. Never…fucking…stop fucking me…or…damn, baby!...so fucking good inside me, Sammy!...You stop fucking me…I'll kill you!...Fuck!" Dean growled loud and filthy, body writhing, sweating bullets with the sun as their spotlight now, illuminating this oh so taboo, so forbidden act that neither brother wanted to ever end.
"Never! Wanna fuck you…ride you…suck that juicy dick…bite you…make you my whore!" Sam growled and Dean's body arched and bowed up into a perfect 'C' shape with his head back, muscles rolling and tensing, legs pulling and squeezing Sam deeper into him. Now Sam was the one arching, bowing, head back, muscles rolling, clenching, and tensing. They came shouting and almost screaming, moaning and eyes closed, fire pouring through them and out of them, and they lost control, fucking each other through it as it burned them alive with the pleasure of it all. Sam filled Dean again and again, leaned over as Dean came, his mouth to the head of Dean's dick, sucking lightly as Dean came, swallowing every bit of him and his cum, then moved down, licking and eating it from him below as well…again, savoring the feeling of ownership it gave him. "No going back to what we were. Never again. No changing your mind, no brotherly instincts kicking in to ruin this for us! Can't be without you now, your lover now, not your brother, never again. Can't be just that anymore. This is our life now, together, just you, just me, you're all I'll ever want now, hell, always have really. I'm yours! You're mine!"
Sam leaned down and pulled Dean's head closer to him, kissing him hard, almost too rough, and said, "Mine, you're mine, Dean, only mine!" Dean kissed him back, laying back and propping one foot on a bumper with the metal against his back, pleasantly sore but feeling thoroughly claimed by the brother in his arms. "
"Yours, Sammy, only yours. You're mine, too. All mine!" Dean said pulling Sam down to him, pulling that soft hair hard until Sam's beautiful eyes shone into his green ones now. "You better be mine! I'll fucking kill anyone that touches you now but me. Say it, Sam! I'm yours, so you fucking, damn well, better be mine, too."
"Yours, only yours, Dean. My body aches from when you claimed me as sure as I just claimed you." Sam said, Dean let go of his hair and they cuddled, kissing softly now.
"Not even 'Lucifer's', are you his, too, Sam? I don't share with him either." Dean swore, 'Lucifer' didn't get Sam, Sam was his! "First, you're all I got left, Sam, so no 'Lucifer', your figment of your damn Hell crap, the 'Not Really There' guy does not get you. He doesn't get to take you away from me again. He took you from me into the cage! I got back a shell, a fucking shell, Sam! A shell that not only looked like you, he fucked me like you used to, too. I said no, and you, well, he didn't listen. Then I gave into my feelings for you and did it happily because even if it was him, he was still you."
"Every time he used me and left me there, I knew it wasn't you, but when he fucked me, it was you. I get lost without you, Sam, I get lost. My compass, my heart, it loses direction because, well, you're my direction. Lucifer took that from me when you went into that cage. In the future, he killed me and he wore you doing it! He took you in Detroit and left me in a fucking building, breaking and lost…again. Now, your 'Wall' broke and damned if he didn't get you again. He's taking you from me again! I did it because I would rather kill you then myself than let him get you again and leave me lost again…never again…Sam. You aren't his, you're mine! You know how I know? Because I am yours!" Dean silenced Sam with a look and a hand in the air, not done yet, getting angry now. He'd bottled up so much over the years and it all was coming out, whether he or Sam liked it or not. It was his chick-flick moment and he would get this out and over with, even if it killed one or both of them!
"Oh, and as far as me changing my mind about being with you? I was yours! You were going to Stanford and you stayed at the motel and I had to go on a hunt. I come home, Dad takes off, you get plastered and then you pin me to a wall! Then you kissed me and I figured, hey, he loves me after all, maybe when he goes to school, I can go with him. We could get a place, I'd get a job, We'd leave Dad, be together, but no! We made love, Sam, to each other, said things, said we loved each other, claimed each other, like we just did…again, and then you move to the other bed and wake up in the morning, forgetting we even did any of it. I go to tell you, 'Hey, Sam, I know you forgot but you said I was yours last night and you loved me'. I was going to leave with you, live with you as lovers, leave hunting and Dad, leave it all behind and just be yours! But you were gone! Packed your bags, forgot me, and left! So don't tell me I can't change my mind, you changed yours first!" Dean punched Sam and pushed him away from him. He ran into the house, dressed quickly, packed his stuff and then tossed it into the backseat of the rental car.
Sam barred his way to the driver's side door, crying. So Dean stomped to the passenger side and slammed the door, sliding to the driver's side then realized Sam had picked his pocket…and stole the keys. "Give me the keys, Sam."
"No!" Sam cried softly, pleading, "Not until you listen." Dean rolled his eyes but got angrier…and tried to listen. "I didn't remember, Dean. It was a black out. I drank too much, after that showdown with Dad and him walking out like that, I was scared and upset so I had a few too many drinks; I'm sorry, baby!" Sam pleaded.
"If you hadn't snuck off, I would have reminded you. I would have quit hunting and made you take me with you! I'd have given it all up, just to be yours!" Dean growled, having enough of this painful crap, he started hot wiring the car now. "Fuck you, Sam!" He blacked out, everything that made Dean his, he blacked out! Fuck him.
"I thought, well, I thought…I guess I didn't think." Sam said pleading, crying again, "Don't go!"
"Fuck you, Sam!" Dean growled, "Maybe I'll forget you, too! Hurts to be forgotten, doesn't it, Baby?" Dean peeled out of the driveway, leaving twin black tire marks on the pavement, roaring away. Sam watched him go and cried.
"Buck up, Champ, at least you still got me. You'll always have me." 'Lucifer' whispered, leaning into Sam now. "You're mine now, Sammy."
Sam had heard enough and turned to his figment, shouting, "Fuck you! You sick bastard! You're not real, not real, do you hear me? My sick breaking mind made you up! I don't want you, I want him! I'll never be yours! I want Dean, I love Dean. You're just a piece of a life I once had that fucking refuses to die!"
"In that case, how about you dress and we go get Dean back, shall we?" Chuck said, stepping out from the trees.
"Chuck?" Sam said surprised. "Where.. but…" He groaned, "How much did you see? Hear?"
"All of it. Could have skipped the second showing of the spotlight dance just now but , yeah, all of it, twice! Visions, Prophet, remember? Saw it all like a bad movie, spooling through my brain." Chuck said cringing at all the sex visions, ugh!
"Where have you been?" Sam asked eyes on the tire marks that Dean had left behind. Dean…gone. Dean had left him. Damn it!
"Not sure. There was all this light. You ever been in a white room with bright lights, well, the light hurts your eyes like a bitch! That's all I remember. Then I'm back at home, and it 'Wham!' Winchester Porn spooling through my head nonstop and Bobby dying, sorry man, I got here too late to stop that, I would have if I could have seen it. It's great porn, Winchester Porn, if you swing that way, which I don't. So, yeah, not so great for me. So I came to help but wasn't able to foresee him leaving. I saw a whole other outcome there. You Winchesters! Do you know just know many of my perfectly good visions you fuck up? It gets annoying, Sam!" Chuck said looking annoyed but a little happy to Sam anyway. Sam was glad to see the man, too. He was just too upset about Dean to deal with this right now.
"Sorry?" Sam asked, unsure of how to apologize to Chuck for it, "Um, won't happen again?"
"Shut up, Sam! Go dress so we can catch your…whatever he is now…before he leaves the bar. You two need to talk!" Chuck said and, blessedly, Sam did and hurried to dress. Soon they were on their way. "Um, Sam. Taking this whole mess you two are in, I have to ask, why can't you Winchesters just take the easy way out for once? It wouldn't kill you. Another porn vision like this one though, just might kill me! That or I'll just use one of your knives and give myself a lobotomy next time and save you the trouble." Chuck complained, he was definitely staying away from porn for a while. Thanks to these two, he'd had his fill for a very, very long time!
"And the easy way would be?" Sam didn't see an easy way for them, as far as, they were concerned, there were no easy ways. There were the ways that almost killed them and the ways that did kill them. The hard way and the really, really hard way. There was also the 'oh, wow, that really did come close to killing us' way.
"Just tell each other that you're in love with each other. It's as simple as that. My personal favorite, it also avoids stupid shit like what just happened ." Chuck said gruffly. Visions of their make-up sex came to his mind and he mentally took both hands and shoved them down until they were gone, no more Winchester Porn, none!
"We already did that and it still happened, didn't change a thing." Sam said and watched as Chuck parked in an alley beside a bar. Of course it was a bar, Dean had a radar for bars, and women, and men; his radar picked up them, too. Was he in there picking one up now? Sam wondered. He couldn't bear it if he was. Not now, not after what they had just done. Sam went in anyway and saw Dean in a corner booth with several untouched drinks in the middle, in front of him, but was sipping a whiskey of his own, next to a half empty bottle of it.
Dean looked up and saw him. He was drunk and he grumbled, "Hope you brought a car. Ours got broke." Dean drunkenly went over what he said then laughed; apparently it was funny.
"What are you doing, Dean? Where'd all these drinks come from?" Sam asked forcing Dean to scoot over and motioned for the waitress to remove the other drinks. He ordered a glass for himself and stole Dean's bottle before he could drink anymore of it.
"I'm drinking. I'm going to blackout then I'm going to forget, just like you did." Dean said coldly. It still hurt to think that Sam had forgotten he loved him, that he had claimed him already!
"Dean, I'm sorry. Fine, tell me what I did that night. I want to know." Sam said, maybe letting Dean tell this would make Dean feel better about being with Sam again. Sam couldn't be without Dean anymore, not again. He couldn't let him go now, not now!
"Fuck you, Sam." Dean said softly crying, Sam went to hold him but Dean shook his head, "I hate you, don't touch me!" Dean hissed angrily.
"No, you don't." Sam said, "Tell me, Dean." He saw this may take a while; Dean didn't listen when he got like this.
"Yes, I do." Dean sulked, and glared at Sam, but saw Sam wasn't budging.
"No, you love me." Sam said kissing him on the lips before he could stop him. "I'm in love with you, Dean Winchester, and I happen to know you're in love with me, too."
"That may be true, but it can be changed, really damn quick." Dean muttered, still not touching his drink, "Go away, Sam."
"Nope, So are you my 'baby', 'Sweetheart', 'Honey', 'Sugar Pie', or 'dumpling'? " Sam teased, he saw a corner of Dean's mouth curve up for the barest of moments. So he kept at it, "So does this call for jewelry, flowers, or candy? The best apologies do, you know."
Dean almost smiled now, almost.
"Should I grovel or beg? Wait, I already did that." Sam leered and this time, Dean did smile and Sam relaxed.
"One, I was mad and I was drinking up the nerve to come back and tell you I loved you and to beg for a second chance." Sam went to speak but Dean held up a hand, silencing him. "Two, they bought them for me. It's a gay bar, Sam, it's what they do. Before you ask, yes, I've slept with all of them, at least twice at some point since we've been here." Dean saw the angry flush of Sam's and made him stay still, "Don't act like that, I could tell when I fucked you that I wasn't the only whore in our very twisted sex mess, Sam. I know better. No one gets that loose with a regular dick up their ass, so shut up about that." Dean softened it though with a gentle smile, "However, no one rocks my body like you do, Sam, so don't worry, I only want you inside me now."
Sam felt the anger fade and he kissed Dean again, keeping it brief.
"You still want to know what happened that night?" Dean asked sadly, hating the power that memory had to hurt him, break his heart over and over again; break his heart each time he let it in, but for Sam, he would do it one last time.
"Yes, I do." Sam said, pulling Dean closer, kissing his sexy ear, "Tell me, Please?"
"Fine, I'll tell you." Dean said sighing, feeling the hurt fill him again, only to have Sam kiss it away from him, softly on the cheek with eyes full of love now. Dean smiled a little at his lover and nodded. "It all started when we were younger actually but didn't come to a head until you brought home that paper about Stanford and Dad went nuts."
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(Flashback)
Sam was 18 yrs. Old and Dean was 22 yrs. Old. Both knew something was off in their brotherly relationship but didn't know for sure what it was or how to fix it. They just knew it was wrong somehow.
Sam was afraid to kiss a girl so Dean kissed him and showed him how to do it.
Dean woke up one morning rutting into Sam's groin in his sleep. Sam rutted into him as well and both came hard from it. Sam stayed asleep remembering nothing, the other remembered and ached for more.
Dean was asleep in the backseat and Dad had asked Sam to wake up his brother while he went in the store. Sam reached back to shake Dean's leg but got his crotch instead. Then rubbed into him, working him out of his pants and jerking him off right there, making him cum while they gazed into each other's lust blown eyes. Sam had jerked his hand back when their Dad tapped on the glass.
Sam joined Dean in the shower they had to share, there was only enough hot water left for one shower and they had to meet Dad in the diner soon. Dean ended up kissing Sam into a wall and sucking his dick until he came deep into Dean's throat, both moaning as they both came from it, Dean onto the shower floor.
Then it happened again at another motel when Dad was on a hunt except this time Sam sucked Dean this time and Dean came into his mouth and Sam onto the floor of the shower.
Neither touched much after that, and barely looked at each other. Then weeks passed and they were becoming just brothers again, or so Dean thought.
Sam brought home the paper and they read it. Dean was proud and smiled but Dad growled and was pissed.
"You're not going!" was Dad's response.
"I'm so proud of you, Sammy, go for it!" was Dean's.
Dad got an argument and Dean got a smile, then Dad knew. He knew everything.
Then it all fell apart.
"My perverted sons!" was in there. "Disgusting!" and "Sick freaks!" yep, it was in there. Dad. "I'm going to kill you, you sick fucks!" Nope, a gun to the man's head and cold green eyes stood between Dad and Sam now. Had always stood there really. "Not my sons, either of you, good riddance, little incestuous queers!" Yeah, that hurt, but it was true. It still didn't make losing Dad hurt any less.
Dean reminding Dad to stay the fuck away from them sealed the deal. Then Dad was gone.
Sam went out later while Dean went to get some food. Dean worried and followed Sam to find him at a bar. He went home to give Sam some space, waited, confused about where they stood now but figured he'd ask Sam when he got back. Then Sam came back and Dean opened the door for him. Once inside Dean fixed the salt line again. As he was finishing it, strong hands grabbed him and pinned him to the wall, turning him to face Sam.
Sam kissed him then, tongues joining, bodies seeking more. "Fuck Dad, don't care what he thinks, no one else either. Love you, Dean, only you; need only you!" They hit the bed, both having torn their clothes off along the way. Sam let Dean stare in wonder as he looked at him in the same way. Then they got lost in the kisses, bodies touched and were touching, body lotion was grabbed, smeared on a dick, worked into a hole, too rushed , not enough prep, but neither cared. Sam had thrust into Dean and it had hurt but Dean had felt that fade under gentle thrusts, the long kisses, and words of love they had moaned into each other's lips and skins.
"I love you, so good, be mine?" Sam had pleaded then, words like honey, Dean lapping them up.
"I love you, Sam, I do love you. Love you inside me, I'm yours, Sammy!" Dean had vowed then.
There were just a few phrases they spoke, but they turned out to be the most important though.
Then Dean had made love to Sam and on into the night their love claimed each other, filling them completely with the love they had just found with each other.
Then soon after that, they had cuddled to sleep together. Soon Sam had went to his own bed to sleep, leaving a sleeping Dean smiling contentedly.
Then they woke up and Sam had thrown up in the bathroom. Dean had went to get them food, fully intending to tell Sam his plan: Their own place, Sam going to school, Dean getting a job there, being together, and being each other's forever. Then Dean had got inside and Sam had looked upset so Dean put the food down and asked Sam what was wrong. Then Dean found out.
Sam had blacked out, didn't remember anything. None of their night together, none of the words of love, nothing. Dean's heart broke right then. He pretended it was okay but it didn't work. The next morning Dean went to get them breakfast after sleeping alone in his own bed, still smelling Sam and their love making permeating his pillows and sheets, crying himself to sleep. When he got back, Sam was gone, just gone.
He'd left a note.
'Sorry, Dean.
I need a life without Hunting. I need a normal life unlike you.
(tear stains on the paper)
Still your brother though. I'll be at Stanford if you need to find me."
Love, Sam'
Dean had went there and saw Sam meet Jessica, then decided to stick around to keep an eye on him.
A man offered Dean money for a blowjob. Dean had said no.
Sam had kissed Jessica, giving her the smile he'd given Dean on their 'forgotten' night.
The next time the man offer him money, Dean said add two hundred and he'd do it all, and he did. Dean sucked the man, let him fuck him and they did it all night. Dean making the man do him and he fucked the man right back, pretending he was Sam the whole time. Then the guy gave him an extra hundred and Dean left his only chance at happiness and his heart behind with Sam.
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(present)
"You never said what you did after… well, between when you got me and well, when you left Palo Alto." Sam said, "You mean you turned a trick to get money because I…oh, I see." Sam touched Dean's face and cried now, "I'm so sorry, baby, I get it. I claimed you, left you and then fell in love with someone else like what I told you didn't mean anything. Fuck! No wonder you did it! I broke your heart twice, didn't I?"
"Yes, and every time I remembered it all after that, too. Each and every fucking time! Never got over you, I tried. But, no, never got over you." Dean cried a little now. "Still felt you in here." He put Sam's hand to his heart then his head "Heard you there, every word we said. It played there, every kiss, every touch, every 'I love you' and every 'Mine!'
"So what did you do…after?" Sam asked, dreading he already knew the answer.
"Hunted. Bought a junker. Turned tricks if I needed cash, hustled pool, credit card scams, the usual. Did some really bad porn movies, they're not nearly as fun when you're starring in them as when you're watching them, seriously!" Dean said grimly then sighed.
"So you just threw yourself away, just because…" Sam sputtered shocked but worried. He could have been hurt or killed, or worse! "What were you thinking?"
"I needed money, Sam." Dean pushed Sam's hands away now but Sam held him in a death grip, not replaying the earlier scene again, no way! They were going to talk this out if it killed them or he killed Dean for almost dying on him and for throwing away his greatest gift, himself. For not valuing himself enough to be safe!
"So you were a …" Sam couldn't say it nor could he think it. Someone else touching Dean, fucking him, he wanted to kill them all! "Still mine! Don't think this changes that. Don't even fucking think it! Could kill everyone who touched you now though. Mine!"
"And you're mine, Sammy, still mine. Still yours. Should I stop?" Dean looked concerned; Sam was shaking. He'd never seen Sam so pissed.
Stop! Sam's mind screamed, for the sake of all things good and sane, yes, please stop! But, instead, Sam said, "No, I want to know." He so didn't want to know anymore! "I won't judge you. Yes, I'll be pissed but not at you; mostly at me, and at them."
"And Dad?" Dean asked, deeply ashamed now.
"What! You mean he…No! Say no!" Sam fairly screamed but Dean nodded, pulling him back to him, Sam holding him again.
"He looked…different, you see. I didn't recognize him in the dark car. Should have but, no, I didn't. Probably the coke, I had gotten a habit a year in. It eased the pain." Dean went silent now.
"Dean, did he give you drugs, too?" Dad kept him hooked? Sam was really glad they had never found him now! He wanted to kill the bastard now.
"Let's start at point A, Sam? End at point C, stop skipping Point B, baby. You always were a pushy bottom!" Dean teased relieving the tension, dispelling some of the pain, "It's working, Sam, the more I talk, the better I'm feeling and the less it hurts. So, please, baby, let me finish this my way? Don't leave me no matter what I say, okay? I can't promise it doesn't get worse, because…it does."
"Okay, I'll let you tell it, baby. By the way, have I said how much I love you in the last five minutes and how lucky I am to have you?" Sam said kissing Dean softly and gazing into his eyes, "I love you, Dean. Nothing you say could ever change that."
"You don't know that, it gets worse and worse." Dean said softly, with great shame.
"Nope, nothing 'worse' can change the way I feel about you. Can't get rid of me that easy, baby. Not letting you go again, so…talk." Sam insisted and Dean nodded sadly.
"I love you, Sammy." Dean said and then Sam knew it really got worse. "I got in the car. I looked at the man and I knew who it was. I didn't know what I was supposed to do or say. But he didn't want me to do or say anything really." Dean said softly, staring down into his drink again, as if seeing Dad there, or who he thought was his Dad.
"We're not related, Sam. Not at all." Dean said sadly. "Mom had adopted me before…well, before she married Dad. I'm not even human you see. I'm special, Fey. Mom took me in and John, Dad, I suppose, he didn't want me but she insisted, so he kept me. Trust me, this will become important really soon now."
Sam nodded, he could see how already.
"We went back to his room and then…he tied me up. Said I'd corrupted you and I must be one sweet piece of ass for you to choose me over him." Dean cried now, "He fucked me, I fought but he did it anyway. I gave up fighting it eventually and allowed it. He lost all sense when I…fought or whatever…tried to run away a few times…got beaten and raped for my trouble…he always found me, you see. So I allowed it so he wouldn't hurt me anymore. He did bad things if I didn't let him fuck me."
"Then he'd let me snort up some coke, I'd do anything for the drug by then, and it took me away from it all. I just floated away and left my body to be used while I was gone; it hurt too much to be in it by then. I'd ride out my high. Well, through sex with him and, at times, the coke masked so much. I'd enjoy it then, saw you the whole damn time, never him, not when I was high…until the drug wore off and then I'd want to die." Dean explained, "It was easier to do it that way, high and with you, rather than sober with him, at least I felt a measure of pleasure and love then, wasn't as …damaged that way."
Sam held him close now, crying for his lover, "Baby, my baby, so sorry!" Dean kissed his pain away and smiled, "It's the past, Sammy, not now. It's over, let me finish, okay?" He pushed some hair from his face where it had fallen and Sam looked at him sadly, but nodded, lips tight in a line. "Little smile, Sammy, please?" Sam tried and gave him a small strained one.
"It's a start, baby. Once I finish we'll never speak of it again, okay?" Dean asked and Sam nodded but kept holding him. So Dean continued.
"Then he passed me around, and I fucked other hunters, or was fucked by them, whoever he gave me to. Fought it at first. High and with you, not him, I could do that. It was better. But these others, well, no high, still closed my eyes and visualized you but it didn't always work, especially when they got…rough, you know? He said he's swing by school and get you, and break you in, too. We'd be his prize whores, he'd say." Dean shrugged, "So I did it. I sucked them, I took it in the ass, I let them do all sorts of things they wanted to me, closed my eyes and tried to see you whenever I could. I remembered you in me, never felt them for the most part, mostly you! It hurt sometimes, that's when I couldn't pretend they were you but most of the time, it was just sex and well, then I was with you. I could cum and be with you for those brief moments. He made me work the streets and I got more into drugs to deal with it. If I needed coke, I'd do what it took to get it. I mugged people, pick pocketed, exchanged 'favors', whatever it took. It wasn't like I wasn't being forced to do it already." Dean stopped and sat there, not wanting to go on but knowing the worst part was coming up.
"Go on. I'm still here." Sam soothed, inside he wanted to get creative with the patricide!
"Soon after, there was a hunt, in South Dakota. John said we were going to stay with his friend, Bobby; We knew him, we'd visited a few times as kids even. This time he said…he said he'd kill you, Sam, if I let Bobby know what he, no, what we were doing. So we stayed and I did the coke and he fucked me. I was too high to really care. I'd snorted too much on purpose. I couldn't do it anymore. I figured I'd die and wait for you there and it wouldn't hurt anymore. Maybe I could haunt your room or something, I don't know. I gave up and I couldn't do it anymore, Sam, I just couldn't. You weren't there, I couldn't let you be there; he'd have hurt you if you were there, he'd have just done to you what he'd done to me! I was drugged out, fucked out, used up and broken, close to dead inside and outside anyway so I figured why not finish it?" Dean winced at Sam's horrified expression, "Let me finish, I have to do this!"
Sam gulped down his concern and rage. Dean knew why he felt this way without him saying it.
"I honestly thought I'd lost you, lost Mom, and, well, Dad, enough said. I felt alone and like no one could save me or cared enough to see I was hurting so much." Dean admitted, "So, I did the coke, was overdosing, John didn't notice, had my face in a pillow and he never saw my dying as he fucked me…again and again, non-stop now. I didn't feel anything by then…" Dean paused here and sighed, kissed the vibrating Sam now. Sam was vibrating in place now, full of contained rage at his father and the others. "I wrote you a letter, Sam. Put it in Bobby's desk, the locked drawer. Knew Dad wouldn't look there for it later. I told you the truth about what I was and warned you about Dad, told you about what he'd done to me so you'd believe me. Didn't think you would anymore, said I loved you, told you about the night you forgot, then said goodbye." Dean chuckled, "Three pages long, never wrote a letter that long before, looked like the essays you used to write for school, remember?"
Dean watched Sam nod stiffly but he still gave Dean a small smile. Dean hated what this was doing to Sam, wished it all wasn't true. "I love you, Sammy, I'm here still, it's okay."
"Almost weren't." Sam said hoarsely, hurt and anger battling in that voice.
"I know." Dean said and shrugged, "Let me continue here, okay? It will get better, honest." Sam just nodded tersely and Dean continued again. "Well, Bobby found it, read it, and went upstairs. He kicked in the door and threatened to kill John if he didn't get off of me. John laughed, said I wasn't his son, I was his whore. By then I was, I suppose." Dean trembled now and cried, shaking sobs. Sam held him and tried to calm him now, tried to stop his tears."Bobby shot him, both barrels, in the chest. Got him off me, bathed me, dressed me, gave me something to vomit up the coke, to clean out my system of the rest of them. He saved my life, Sam. That grumpy red-headed man saved my life! And I couldn't save his." Dean cried more now, not for his past pain but for the good man who had become his father. "In that moment, he didn't just save me, he saved you, too, Sammy. Because once I was dead, he'd have went after you."
"We buried him in the yard, salted and burned him. Bobby said he wasn't worth a pyre, not a Hunter, just another pervert. I didn't have to tell him about the Hunters that John made me…well, whored me out to, but I think he figured it out. He'd ask if I'd been forced to sleep with anyone else and I wouldn't answer, shame I guess. But whenever…one of them came by for something, he'd watch my face. He always watched to see how I'd act around the hunters that came by and somehow he just knew who they were from the way I acted around them. He saw the looks they gave me…like they wanted me again or something…He kept a list of who they were." Dean handed him a paper from the journal, a yellowed and worn one with Bobby's handwriting on it. On it were 10 names, and Sam knew them all; they'd worked with them since…he had joined up with Dean to hunt.
"Dean! We knew these guys. We've hunted with them. How…" Sam said shocked, "If I'd known I'd…"
"Have killed them for it? Yeah, that's exactly why I didn't. I made Bobby promise not to tell you any of this either. He wanted to tell you, Sam, said you had the right to know. I knew what you'd do. Baby, they weren't worth it." Dean said nodding, Sam was vibrating in place again, damn it!
"But they…" Sam began but Dean covered his mouth wincing at Sam's look of concern.
"I remember very well what we did together, Sam, no need to rehash that part. Now let me finish, we're almost done here." Sam poured himself a drink and Dean drank his own now, too. "I ended up having serious withdrawals and spent close to three months in the panic room, detoxing. Bobby had to revive me a few times, almost died from it those times. Once I got better, not cured, but better, Bobby said I should call you but I figured you had a good life now…with her. I'd only drag you into my mess and back into hunting again. I couldn't do that to you; so I didn't call." Dean explained.
"Jess and I broke up after three months! You should have called me! You should have called me." Sam said angrily, hurt by this. Dean saw how deeply this had hurt Sam so he let him go to leave if he wanted to. Sam was right, he should have called him.
"It's okay, Sam, I understand if you want to leave now. Should have called you." Dean looked down into his empty cup afraid to look up now and see Sam gone.
"Not leaving! Said that already, Jerk. Leaving may not be an option but shaking sense into you certainly is." Sam punched his arm now, grumbling, "Should have told me!"
Dean shrugged and smiled, "Yeah, I should have, sorry, baby!"
"Fine, I'm fine. Go on." Sam said.
5 syllables. Crap, Sam was really pissed still.
"Go on." Sam urged tightly, temper held in check, not mad at Dean. Well maybe a little, he should have called him. Not as much now though. He was worried about Dean now. He wanted to kill those others; they had hurt Dean! He'd have to find them later and discuss the dangers of messing with his lover, Dean, they were going to know his pain if Sam had his way. Sam smiled coldly and lazily now; A cat awaiting it prey. "Continue." Sam repeated very calmly, not vibrating much at all now.
3 syllables. But one word.
Sam was going to kill someone! Dean was suddenly wishing he'd just vibrate in place again; Sam was scary this way!
"Um, not much left now. We can stop. We're good here." Dean said nervously licking a lip, afraid to go on now. He didn't want to push Sam from sociopath and into psychotic.
"Dean…" Sam said as he fixed Dean with the 'look', the 'tell me now!" look. His voice was so calm and cool now.
"I read the journal after that, Sam." Dean really didn't want to finish this now.
"D." Sam spat, eyes glowing with contained rage now.
One letter. Fuck me! Well, at least Sam wasn't psychotic …yet. He opened the journal and let Sam read it for himself.
"He killed Mom!" Sam fairly shouted and bolted for the door. Dean ran after him leaving a $50 on the table.
"Sam, now Sam!" Dean urged, Sam just growled in fury now and vibrated with murderous energy now. "Sam?" Dean tried to calm him down. Sam very carefully said nothing and stood very still but Dean knew this was not a good sign. This was not Sam being calm, this was Sam being 'Serial Killer' , 'When shall I gut you, now or later?' Sam. So beyond psychotic he forgot to collect $200 at 'Go' ten damn turns ago! "You said you'd let me finish, Sam." Dean figured stalling may help his brother calm down a bit. Sam gave a long suffering sigh, a tight 'almost' smile and hand motion to continue. Dean cringed again, no syllables, no letters, no words even, not even a tight regular smile. No, Sam was still at killing levels, crap!
Dean moaned softly and cried a little. Bobby could have done it. He could have calmed Sam down with a word or a command by now. But Bobby was gone, burned up. And Sam was…well, so beyond 'Serial Killer' pissed and into 'there's no name for it' pissed. "I missed you so I went to see you…eventually, figured you'd be married by then, happy. Imagine my surprise walking in on some guy fucking you into a table. Well, I waited until you were done and he left. Then you tackled me to the floor and you asked me what I was doing there."
"Wanted to kiss you." Sam said softly, edging back to psychotic, better, not great, but better.
5 syllables, better than none at all.
"I wanted you to kiss me, too, Sammy! Then take me over the table like he had just done to you." Dean sighed now. "But we didn't and here we are. The truth is, I said Dad was missing because, well, it was easier than saying, "I love you so much it hurts and I miss you, and I needed to be a chick for five minutes and let your arms hold me and erase the pain of almost two years of the living Hell I had just been though!" Dean chuckled, "Then we spent all these years afterward just ignoring the 'Elephant in the Room' that was slowly getting bigger, having more elephants and slowly pushing us further and further apart! Damn it, Sam! We can't keep doing this." Dean forced Sam to look at him now and growled, "Samuel Winchester, I want to marry you, we're not related so we can now. I don't care how psychotic you are right now or that it should scare me which it doesn't; I have to admit that 'psychotic' Sam is quite sexy actually."
"You mean that? You'd marry me? But how do we prove…" Sam shook his head now.
"I got the adoption papers in my bag, have since we left Bobby's. I can prove we're not related if I have to." Dean admitted.
"Really?"Sam said, pushing Dean into a wall, working their pants open, revealing them both so hard it was scary. "You like 'psychotic' me?"
"Fuck yeah!" Dean said happily admitting he found Sam sexy this way.
Dean's pants were soon off now, Sam's nearly there. Dean felt cool liquid on his hole and knew what Sam wanted, what they both needed right now. "Not your brother, never was related to you, baby! Loved you for so long. Love you, Sammy! Marry me? Take me now!" Dean pleaded and relaxed his anal muscle with ease, still so stretched from before.
"Yes, I'll marry you." Sam said and thrust in hard, going deep on his first thrust and fucking Dean hard and fast now, desperate and urgent, kissing and sucking on Dean's neck and back now. Dean's head was back and he moaned louder now, arching gracefully. Sam growled and took him rougher now. "Fuck, Dean! Should have! Should have told me, let me in! Said screw Jessica, and the others!" They were both close now, both crying hard as they fucked each other, anger and regret dissolving with every tear. "Would have saved you, killed him for you, Needed you, loved you, missed you so much! Could have…Damn so close…baby, so close…need more time!" Sam moaned.
Dean was so blissed out and turned on for words right now. His brain had ceased to function as Sam's hands grasped his hips and hair, so close to pain but so full of pleasure, too. His lips and teeth marked up Dean's body with big red ownership marks, and bruises with some fingerprints. "Would have been with you, had that place of our own, the jobs, we could have both done it, I could have went to school, you, too, baby! No hunting, just us! I'd have been your lover, your husband, all yours, Dean!" They came crying and shouting now, clinging to each other tightly. Sam collapsed as he cried. Dean caught him Their pain, their secrets being cried out against each other now. "Never would've cared, you weren't a whore, not your fault, baby! I would have still loved you, Dean. Just wanted you, baby, would've taken you anyway I could get you. I want to marry you as soon as possible, baby! We've waited too long as it is!"
"Claim me again, Sammy, claim me right now. Make me yours again! Please right now!" Dean begged and they quickly shuffle walked to the backseat of Chuck's car, Chuck already having fled moments before when another Winchester porn vision had hit his brain and he quickly repressed that sneaky bastard really deep! Then drank three gallons of mind bleach!
They kissed and touched, stroking Sam hard again, then Dean went on all fours and Sam thrust in, starting slow but ending up fast, unable to help the urgent need to be joined now. "Sam, so good…feel so…love you, yes! …there!" Dean moaned and cried out as Sam found his spot again and angled so he would hit it every time. Not they were lost in it, their pain and secrets, everything! They moaned and cried out in pleasure and all the things that had been driving them apart over the years, being drawn back together again, no longer apart anymore.
They both gave keening cries and said, "Mine!" as they came, Sam filling Dean's ass again and again, claiming Dean as his own. Dean fucked back onto Sam now, claiming him as his own as well with his own body and soul. Their claims now established, secured, and happily accepted by each one of them.
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The journal and their clothes were now unceremonially tossed on top of them now; both boys laughed as a blushing Chuck kicked their legs in and slammed the door, looking everywhere but at them.
"Chuck! Don't be like that! Peek, come on, it's a natural act, bro!" Dean said laughing hard at the man's face.
"Is my ass perkier than his?" Sam said breathlessly, laughing too hard to afford anything else but managing to turn his butt so Chuck could get a better look. Dean managed to do the same, both laughing so hard they were crying. Chuck threw an arm up and over his eyes and groaned loudly. "You'll still see us doing it, even with your eyes covered, Chuck. You know this!" Sam teased, both boys were laughing harder now, high-fiving each other and pointing, laughing still. They were soon falling back on the seat trying to breathe while still laughing, pulling on their jeans as they laughed. "If you could see your face!" Sam choked out, "Priceless!"
Chuck pulled out now and mumbled, "Not enough mind bleach, never enough mind bleach, need some alcohol, some drugs, too!"
"Aw, Chuck, don't be like that! You know we're so much better than porn, ain't we the hottest studs you've ever seen?" Dean teased, as well. They were so much better than porn, he would have to tape them sometime to test this theory or use the webcam. That sounded fun, he wondered how'd they would look on tape! "If we did a porno, would you be our camera man?" Dean had to tease, he couldn't resist.
"I hate you!" Chuck swore as the vision spooled through his brain again. He shoved it even deeper down in his brain now, and added concrete on top, see it get out of that now! Sam tapped Chuck's temple chuckling, "Winchester Porn, 24/7, baby! We're the new greatest porn ever!" The vision spooled through him brain again. Chuck groaned again. "Fucking fucking Winchesters! Fuck me! Gah! Can I borrow one of your knives, a really really long one, please?"
"Aw, Chuck, you know you want to. We're too sexy for your head, Chuck." Sam teased now, laughing out loud again as Chuck blush deeper red and glared at them. He finally stopped the car and pointed, "Get Out!" They obeyed chuckling, "You know you love us! We're so cuddly, hold us?"
Chuck moaned in despair as more visions of their having sex again hit his brain, "Bastards!" He cried out.
"Told you, Chuck, we're in there good! Hey, tell us, is the new sex as good as the last time we did it?" Sam laughed at Chuck's annoyed and shocked look. "Nothing could top our last sex, Sam, right, Chuck?" Dean asked, laughing hard again. "Hate you!" Chuck moaned. "But you love us." Sam said.
A hand shot out of the window and flipped them off.
"Now Chuck, was that really necessary? That hurt our feelings!" Dean said, chuckling but got serious, "All kidding aside, man. Thanks. Thanks for being there for us before and for helping us out with this you had to get involved. Can we call you sometime, just to, well, not be so alone, I suppose?"
"Sure, Dean, I can do that. I'll call if I get any visions of the Leviathans, too. I'm glad you two worked it out. Could do without the porn visions but if I'm meant to help you and that's why I'm back, then I can do that, too. I know you guys were just messing with me before, don't worry about that." Chuck also grinned, "I'll rent a tux soon. It's going to be a nice Vegas wedding."
"Vegas, huh? Got a date there, sparky?" Dean asked. Chuck had foreseen their wedding, awesome! "Suppose you foresaw you're best man, eh?"
"Yep, Next week, I think. Boy, you guys are in a hurry." Chuck smiled nodding, he'd seen that.
"Hey, Chuck, have you seen where he left our car?" Sam asked and Dean caught Chuck's eye and shook his head.
"Ask him, he'll tell you." Chuck said, smiling. "Be careful, boys. I'll pick you up next Friday for the wedding, we'll get another car for you then. Love you, boys."
Then he pulled off and drove, then turned around after a few miles as his Archangel Protector whispered through his head. Sighing he reluctantly agreed to the whispered commands.
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He pulled in and saw their surprised expressions. Porn visions hit his brain again and he repressed the hell out of them. "Can I stay with you? Until next weekend, that way you have a car to use? I could use the company, too, if you could?"
"We'd like that, Chuck. Pull up into those trees and cover it up. Go on in and get settled. We'll be in soon." Dean said and Chuck pulled up like he said.
He knew they needed a watcher now that Bobby was gone. That's why he was back, he knew this. So he'd stay, Winchester Porn or no Winchester Porn. If Heaven meant for him to help them, he would do it. He'd just find a way into talking them into letting him stay after the wedding, that had not been a ploy, he had actually been told to do that part. He would need more mind bleach and the 7 cases of alcohol in his trunk, every last drop of it.
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The boys walked along. Both walked funny now. Dean more so than Sam, though.
"Still say we're better than porn." Sam said conversationally, patting Dean's ass, making him jump, and grinned proudly. "Yep, your ass is definitely perkier, Dean."
"You injured my ass, you horse you. Don't touch me, I'm injured here!" Dean teased back, pretending to complain but secretly liking this painful over-fucked feeling, "You could make it up to me." Dean leered down Sam's body now, eyes on his ass now as they stopped to talk. "Oh, and how could I do that?" Sam said softly caressing Dean's perky ass as he pulled him close against his body now.
"Let me over-fuck you, too, of course." Dean stated smiling, rubbing Sam's ass in small circles now with his fingertips.
"I'll consider it." Sam grinned but leaned in to kiss down Dean's neck a little, sucking on the skin a little, and felt Dean grab his ass harder now through his jeans. He would agree. He just wanted to tease Dean a little now. "By the way, what did you mean the 'car is broke'?"
"Um…tell you later." Dean ducked the subject and pulled Sam into some trees, smiling seductively. "Let me fuck you like you did me and I might answer that question. Wanna stretch you and ride you hard again, Sammy." Soon they were in deep and found some soft grass to lay on. They worked out of their clothes and Dean knelt before Sam and sucked him hard now, Sam moaning, "Fine." Then another even louder moan. "Still gonna tell me where our car is later, Dean."
"Probably." Dean teased, standing now and pushing the man flat on his back and admired the view, "Damn Sammy, so beautiful, baby, so fuckable!" then he knelt down and lubed them both up. "Well, fuck me already then." Sam smiled and kissed him hard now, groins touching and rubbing, "Fuck me again, Dean." Sam begged and Dean thrust in, moaning at Sam's words and obeying them, and took him slowly then worked up to hard, making love to that ass he loved so much to touch, his only, no one else's. "Mine!" Dean growled. "Yours." Sam moaned in agreement and Dean kissed him again, his dick rubbing between their bodies as they kissed and Dean made love to the man again.
Two hours later, a loud "Dean!" was cried out for the tenth time.
At the same time, Chuck downed a half a bottle of whiskey with taking a breath…and prayed to pass out before they came again. Those damn Winchesters put a damn bunny to shame. Fucking fucking Winchesters! He also reflected one bottle was not enough. If they kept this up, he'd need at least 4, maybe 7 more. Sam came again and Chuck began looking for a knife long and narrow enough to do his own lobotomy now. Which part of his brain was that done to again?
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The car was indeed broke. Dean had crashed it into a parked car and totaled the front end beyond repair. Sam reflected that next fight they had, he was streaking out of the driveway! At least the car wouldn't be broke then.
"How'd you do that again, Dean?" Sam asked annoyed, but knowing the answer anyway.
"I forget." Dean teased, crawling between Sam's legs again and taking him into his mouth, lightly sucking the smooth skin there.
"This is not…fuck Dean, so good!" Sam thought if sucking dicks was an Olympic sport, Dean would take home all three damn medals, such a hot mouth! He moaned and writhed under that mouth now, incoherent and lost.
"What was that, Sammy?" Dean teased, tonguing the tip for minute.
"I…ah, baby!...I forget." Sam said unable to recall what he was going to say before Dean started sucking him like his dick was his favorite popsicle. Dean was sucking him hard again, getting into it, moaning and making definite happy sounds, not likely to stop any time soon really. Sam wasn't arguing the point; he loved what Dean was doing right now.
"Thought so." Dean said stopping long enough to speak then resuming the sucking again. Sam got wanton below him and Dean slipped two fingers into the man, making pleasure spiral through him now, taking him from wanton to porn star extraordinaire in no time.
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At the same time, Chuck started some internet searches for how to do a your own lobotomy..with a skewering knife or a power drill. He had both!
Overall, he would have to say that, yes, those boys put porn to shame, especially Sam at this very moment. Sam came with a scream and loud moans of Dean's name and now he redoubled his efforts to do that lobotomy.
He'd run out of mind bleach.
And the whiskey wasn't working.
And they were still fucking!
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Later on as they slept in the bed and Chuck slept in the other bedroom.
They heard him groan and a loud thud, and ran in to see what was wrong, finding Chuck on the floor in what looked like a seizure. 'Lucifer' laughed from the sidelines and they ignored the figment. They held the man's mouth open and kept him from biting or swallowing his tongue or thrashing around too much. Then they waited for him to stop and soon he did, breathing easily eventually. They picked him and moved him to their bed, put on sweats and tank tops, and slept on either side of him, hoping he'd be okay when he woke up.
The next morning he woke up between them, cuddled between them, worry lines creasing their faces in their sleep, hands on his shoulder and chest monitoring his heartbeat and making sure he was okay. He could tell this wasn't sexual. They had been worried about him so they had kept watch over him the rest of the night, protecting him with their lives if they had to.
Gabriel smiled in the corner, as they watched over his charge, his Prophet. Raphael's job had been given to him when the angel passed and he took his job very seriously. He turned to see a glowing figure next to him now.
"Father." Gabriel said and bowed a little in respect.
"I am giving you two more charges, son." God said and smiled up at his favorite son. He loved that boy, so human but so angelic, too. He understood humans more than any angel had ever done and loved them just as much, he was almost too human at times, really.
"Oh, and who would they be?" Gabriel asked and sighed, he knew who they were now. He smiled at the prospect. He liked helping his old friends again.
"The Winchesters, of course. You and Chuck are all they got now, all they can rely on to help defeat the Leviathans." God said and Gabriel nodded.
"Father, no disrespect meant, but why didn't you kill the Leviathans when you had the chance? You had the power to, you know you still do." Gabriel asked, and God nodded, eyes on the boys.
"It wasn't my job. It was theirs. The Winchesters. It's what they were created for. When I came into being, they did, too. No one knows who created their souls, not even me. They were made the way they were from the beginning of it all, before I was even here. They alone have the power to kill the Leviathans, they just don't know it. I don't know what that power is either or I'd tell you and them. I just know they are destined to save the world and kill them. Don't worry, son, it won't end in their death again, never again. It won't be easy but then again, when is it ever easy for them?" God began to walk away, "Watch over them the way you watch over Chuck. They're going to need it. Keep them safe and alive for me, okay, Son?"
"Yes, Father, I can do that." Gabriel said, uncertain exactly how he'd do this but he'd try his best. "Um, if I die doing this, will you bring me back again, please!"
"Yes, I will but that won't be necessary. This will kill none of you, the Prophet included. It will just be hard but worth it in the end." God smiled hugging his son goodbye. He smiled. "I'm with you on this, Gabriel, as those boys say, I got your back."
Then God appeared beside the bed and kissed them all on the forehead, giving them his divine Godly protection and feeling it expand through their sleeping forms now. He also touched Sam's mind and healed it, healing his soul and removing the Hell memories from him. He felt the man coming together again, not broken anymore. He went over to Dean and did the same, healing his pain from the past memories of the abuse and pain. He felt the man becoming whole again.
Then he returned to Chuck, waking him up briefly.
"God?" Chuck said softly, in disbelief, eyes wide.
God handed him a box and said, "Give this to them at the wedding. A gift from me. Let them open it then, not a moment before, got it?"
"Yes, sir, I mean Lord, I mean…God." Chuck stuttered and God touched his cheek.
"You're doing fine, Chuck, I knew you would. It's why I sent you to them in the first place. I am sorry about the porn visions though but I can't fix that part. It's all part of the Prophet thing. Try writing them down as soon as you have them, it should ease them quicker. No more drinking, Chuck, I mean it!" God ordered and Chuck nodded gulping.
Then God vanished and Chuck sighed, he was bushed so he went to go back to sleep.
"You okay? Chuck?" Dean asked, sleepily but sitting up to check on the man as he stirred. Sam sat up, too. They were both worried. "I'm better, it was just a vision. I'll tell you later. Let's get some more sleep." Chuck reassured them.
"You want us go to the other room? You can have the bed." Sam said going to get up. Chuck shook his head and pulled them back down.
"No, I feel safer with you two where you are. Just lay down okay, I'm okay with this. I'm still freaked from my vision and can use the comfort. Just keep it platonic, okay?" Chuck asked. The vision had been bad and he was shaking as it spooled through his brain. "Get me some paper, okay?"
Dean got up and grabbed a notepad and Chuck rushed to write the vision down. He felt it would be gone now. He handed both back to Dean and lay back down, exhausted with relief now.
The boys read the vision and looked afraid, too. They couldn't sleep after reading what Chuck had seen, and went back to lay by Chuck, grabbing knives to feel safer and went back to touching him the way they had been to make sure he was safe, swearing to kill anything that went after him.
Which is what the vision was about.
They weren't going to let that happen.
In the corner, Gabriel reviewed the vision, too. He grinned evilly and sighed. He wouldn't let that happen either.
He was the guys' Protector, after all.
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It was a small ceremony and only Chuck was there.
They wished Bobby had been here, too. He would have liked to give Sam away to the groom.
They opened the box God had given Chuck and found rings, gold wedding bands with Enochian inside them. They put them on and felt power enter them, igniting something inside them they hadn't felt before. Power, their internal power the Leviathans had tried to keep them from finding. Now they could kill them, once they knew what it was. The wedding rings God had given them shined with perceptible power now then returned to shiny gold once more.
They thanked God for the gift and Chuck.
They had a brief honeymoon and got another car.
Gabriel watched over them the whole time and smiled happily for them. Even when Dean and Sam spent most of the time in their room, fucking. Chuck spent most of it in the second bedroom of the suite with earplugs and a pad of paper and a laptop, typing up every Winchester Porn vision and feeling better for doing it. He considered submitting it to some porn book place, he'd make a fortune from it! He knew he wouldn't but it was tempting.
He also did not drink anymore. As ordered.
Now he just worried about his vision and the Leviathans trying to kill him.
Dick knew who he was and what he was capable of. He knew about the visions and feared the power of those visions helping the boys kill him and the others like him. Chuck didn't care how he knew, he just wanted to prevent the visions from happening.
Gabriel watched this and smiled.
The Leviathans were wise to be afraid of those boys and Chuck.
They were unwise not be aware of Gabriel. At least the two leviathans going after the sleeping couple and their friend in their beds right now.
Gabriel fried those bastards to nothing but dark ash which he burned up with his Archangel fire until there was nothing left. Then he posted watch again to see any more were stupid enough to go after his charges while they were sleeping.
No one got his charges.
No one.
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