AUTHOR NOTES: Hello My Fans! It is me...again :p Well This is a new story semi-created for and written for Myurra-K! Hello Love here's one of our looooove babies :p hahaah I hope you enjoy it and I made it with love! Please tell me what you think!. I hope its not to confusing and there might be mistakes soooo sorry!

I don't own Supernatural and if I did trust me Sam and Castiel would be making babies by now!

What he was doing should be considered forbidden…

And Selfish!

Sam grinded his teeth, ignoring the voice in his head. Alfred was right… A crackling laughter left his lips. God he must be fucking insane if he was listening to Alfred of all people! Sam cradled his head, a grin stretched over his face showing off the sharp teeth that they dormant in his mouth. He was starting to go crazy he can feel it. It was the demon blood doing this to him and he wasn't talking about the demon blood he had been drinking, no, no he was talking about the demon blood that's been inside of him since he was a baby. Sam ran a hand through his hair and laid down, his head being supported by the pillow under him. He really needed to do something before he cracked.

But you know Sammy I don't blame you that dude's dick is wow!

He blushed as Alfred laughed. Yes it was no secret to Sam that Castiel was…large and even though they would lay there preparing him until they assumed he was ready, it still hurt. But Sam wouldn't be himself if he didn't like the way he had to stretch himself around the angel. A shutter ran through him. 'No! Don't think about Cas, it's only going to make things worse!'

Al! Really? Sam sighed as Helena spoke up, great now the yelling's going to begin.

What? You know it as well as I do that Cas has a huge—

Alfred didn't get to finish his sentence as Sam was 'attacked'. He didn't get enough warning before falling off the bed, landing on the floor. A grunt left his mouth followed by a moan as thin lips nipped at his neck. God he was going to become addicted at this rate and he wasn't the only one he assumed as lips marked his skin hastily. Sam whimpered as a tongue ran from his collarbone to his ear, teeth pulled gently at his earlobe.

Samuel…Sam leaned his head back ignoring the third voice.

Dude, I think you should to listen to Ivan.

Sam I agree with Al…you know he only speaks when he has something to say. Sam hummed in the back of his throat as fingers inched towards his—

Samuel not to bother you…or anything…but your brother should be back anytime soon…

If Ivan was real he would be standing ridged as he spoke to him, looking anywhere but the scene in front of him. He gasped as he realized how true that statement was and pushed his 'attacker' away.

"Samuel?—"

"Stop! Stop, noooo!" as quick as he could he jumped away. "We can't! Not now," he whispered the last part, giving the door a quick glance before looking at the angel on the floor. His face turned red and his eyes widen, he looked away. He shouldn't have turned to look at the angel. Castiel was on the floor, his hair had this messy sex look to it and it took Sam a while to realize that it was because he had been threading his hands through the angel's raven hair. His lips were covered in saliva and his eyes—those beautiful blue, oh so blue, eyes—stared at him with a cloud of lust. Castiel also wasn't clothed in his normal suit and tie but in a cotton v-neck shirt and a pair of tight, oh so tight jeans…Wait, where did he get clothes like that? "What are you wearing?"

"Dean's gone on a hurt," Sam flinched, the unheard without you screamed loud in his ears. Castiel got up and strutted towards him, hips swinging. Callus hands trailed up his arms and those sinful lips pressed, once again, against his neck. His Adam's apple throbbed up and down. "And I thought you would like what I'm wearing," was whispered into his skin. "Do you not like it?"

Sam took in a deep breath. How in fuck did they assume that Castiel was anything but seductive? "No," he whispered, grabbing the angel's waist as the body pressed against him went tense and letting his fingers slip up the soft blue V messaging the pale skin there, feeling the muscles twitch under his finger tips. "I don't like it, Cas, I fucking love it."

The frown that had been pressing against his skin turned into a smile and lean arms found them self's around his waist.

OoOOoO

He fidgeted around in his seat, his backside still ached wonderfully. A grin stretched out on his face, man he remember how good it was to bottom and especially when it was with someone like Castiel who that morning jumped him in the shower fucking him straight into the wall. A sweet sickening look crossed Sam's face as a man who looked slightly similar to the blue eyed angel from the back walked by.

Look at that ass! Just like Cas's!

Sam bit his lip and almost nodded, yeah just like Castiel's. But he quickly jumped out of that thought as he noticed the strange looks Dean was giving him and he almost felt guilty. He looked away and focused on his menu.

Alfred really?

Dean had come back covered in bruises and scratches after being gone for two days. They hadn't spoken much since then only the casual 'hellos' and 'how are you doing'. It made things awkward but Sam didn't try to loosen the tension. He knew that if he tried it'll only back fire on him and he rather not be at war with his brother.

What? You know it's true Helena, I mean gosh I just want to pound my big, huge—

Sam blushed at the thought. No, no he wasn't going to think that! He already took the angel's virginity he wasn't going after his ass

Not anytime soon. He could hear the grin in Alfred's voice and he wanted to hit the voice in the head…if he had one

That's enough Al.

Sam breathed in relief. Thank God for Ivan!

Awww fine…You guys are so mean!

"Coffee?"

You know if you had any decency you would realize you're making poor Sam feel uneasy!

"Coffee, sir?"

Uneasy? Ha you know he's thinking the same thing I am!

"Sam!"

He blinked. "Coffee, sir?" a deep blush flared around his neck, crawling up his chin. Standing in front of him waiting patiently was the waitress. Her brown eyes narrowed in annoyance. She was not happy.

"Sorry miss," he shot her a tiny grin and her frown lessened. "I'll have some," he looked down at the menu. Coke! Alfred crowed and Sam winced before nodding. "Coke would be fine."

She huffed, "I'll be right back with your drinks."

"Is everything ok?" Dean asked once the waitress left. He leaned over the table, watching him closely. "You haven't been doing anything you're not suppose to, right?"

"Dean!" he hissed "Really? If I'm not acting normal you assume I'm doing something? Have a little faith!"

His brother just like the girl huffed and turned away from him, glaring at the wall. Sam sighed. When was the fighting going to stop? He knew he messed up big time but was Dean going to hold it against him? A Winchester holding a grudge wasn't a good thing, they learned that from their father and Sam himself. It hurt to know his brother didn't trust him but he knew deep inside that it was all his fault.

Yup! You know what they say Sammy, you made your bed now you've got to lay in it.

Sam winced.

Alfred! Oh my God you are so insensitive! Learn to think before you speak next time.

Why do you always yell at me!

Because you're so rude!

And you're a saint? I figured you where a bitch…

Ah!

Don't listen to them Samuel. You've done nothing truly wrong. You only did what you thought was best and in truth it was.

He took a breath of relief. 'Thanks.' He hummed to Ivan who hummed back.

Ivan, Helena, and Alfred just one day appeared. He didn't know from where or how but they were just there and it felt like they always have. It had been…disturbing at first when voice from his head started to talk back to him. He had thought at one point he was going crazy and maybe he was but that's not the point right now. The point was that he didn't know how to handle the voice in his head, he still didn't, but they had become like a family to him. Ivan, who was the silent type, was like a reassuring uncle, always there for him. He seemed like the oldest of the three. Because he was quiet he didn't talk much and because of that he spoke softly. Helena was like the mother/aunt he never had before. He sometimes appreciated it and other times he despised it. She was loving and loud, caring and sweet. She always had his best intrest at heart even when he didn't want it—she disapproved greatly of his relationship with Castiel. She was always fighting with Alfred. Alfred was like the annoying uncle he had never wanted but still loved. He never lied which meant he spoke nothing but the truth no matter how rude it was and for that he made Sam realize his mistakes no matter how much he didn't want to.

Breakfast had been uncomfortable to say the least. Dean hadn't spoken once to him since their little spat. Or was it really a spat? They had only exchanged a few words that morning. He hadn't been hungry so naturally his food got cold and he took a box home with him. The coke had been the only thing he had in his stomach all day and he only drank it because Alfred wouldn't leave him alone about it. He sometimes wondered if the voices had been human once because of their taste in foods and sense of smells. When he asked, Ivan and Alfred went quiet while Helena whimpered softly in the back of his mind. He never asked again.

Sam sighed and looked up at the ceiling. Dean had left him in the hotel without a word and he could only assume it was for a beer. His brother had been drinking more than he use to and Sam couldn't find it in him to blame his brother with all the stress he was giving the other man. If Dean was going to a bar then he might as well caught up on his sleep. Castiel had been with him those two days Dean was away and what a hell of a two days they were. Rolling over he pulled the covers over his body, eyes dropping…

I'm hungry!

Alfred…

Whaaaa?

We all are you dipshit!

Ah! Ivan, she's being mean again!

Quiet you two! Samuel is sleeping and he needs his rest. The two fell silent.

When he woke up, he left like stone, heavy. His head was silent for the first time in forever. He couldn't hear his three roommates and though it worried him slightly he ignored it in favor for the warm around him—it reminded him of the warmth Castiel gave off. He snuggled further into the covers before sighing blissfully. He would be content in just staying like this, happy, but happiness never truly lasts not when Dean was on his ass 24/7.

"Well hello sleeping beauty," Dean gruffed and Sam sighed. "Are you planning on lying there all day or what?"

"No," he whispered, his hand curling tightly into the sheets. "I'm getting up."

Dean looked over at the laying man. He had known Sam wasn't getting enough sleep and he wouldn't be the best big brother if he didn't let his baby brother sleep but sometimes a man's got to do what a man's got to do…if he wanted to patch up his relationship with Sam. "Good because we're going to have a brother's night." He tapped his hand on the table before reaching for the blue shirt on the floor, "Here's your shirt." It landed on Sam's head as he threw it.

"What do you mean brother's night?" the other male jumped up at the thought. Brother's night?

"I mean hang out, play pool, drink, maybe get laid!" Dean called as he headed to the bathroom. He picked up his arm and took in a deep breath before shrugging. He smelt ok.

Sam just sat there speechless as a frown twitched on his face. He had seen what his brother did and God sometimes the Dean was so gross. "Why?"

"You know Sam if you don't want to go don't, but I just figured we could hang…like old times," and he might sound like a girl but his heart flutter at the thought of being with Dean again like when they were younger and he would be stupid not to take up the offer.

"Do I have time for a shower?" a tiny grin played on the blonde's face

"Nah you're good," he called before grabbed Sam's hand and pulling him out of the hotel room and into the dark night.

AUTHOR NOTES: Sooooo whatcha think? You guys can tell me the truth! Let me make it known that the voice are going to change...slightly. Review? :D