Title: Relieve your Tension
Author: HigherMagic
Rating: M
Pairings/Characters: Dean/Sam, slight Dean/Sam/Castiel
Warnings: Sexual content, language
Summary: Set in 6.07. Deans reasons for tying Sam up are more than just safety.
Notes: Unbeta'd, all mistakes are my own. Also, sorry for this coming in your inbox twice, decided to throw a temper tantrum.
"You're gonna keep me locked up here forever?" Wrists straining against the rope he is tightly bound with. Teeth gritting.
"You say that like it's a bad thing." Eyes leering. Thumbs hooking in his pockets.
"Depends on what you're planning to do with me now." Hands sweating. Afraid to lose control.
A smirk. The only answer he gets.
He's closing in now. Movements predator-like. Hands on his thighs. Then the weight of another human being on his lap.
A gasp drawn from his lips. Stomach churning. Eyes locked together. Brown meets green. Mouth meets mouth.
Hungry. Agressive. Dominant. Fierce. No words to describe the sensation.
Pants too tight. Skin too hot. Teeth too sharp. Still every movement sends a spike of pleasure through his body. Every touch sets his body on fire. He thought he had known Hell. Had felt the fire. But this is more. This is better. This is worse. He does not know. He does not know anything. Only fingers raking up his chest. Lips panting against his skin. A crotch rubbing against his own. Restricted by the material of those damned jeans.
Then they are gone and surprised brown eyes look up to meet crystal blue hues. He remembers. They are not alone. A trenchcoated angel watches their every move. Pupils blown with lust. Not moving. Not doing anything but watch. Watch how the brothers rub against each other. Flesh against flesh. Skin stained with blood.
Cock rubs against cock and the feeling is unbelievable. He should be ashamed. But his soul is down in the cage and with it are his feelings so the only thing he feels is a raging desire he cannot tame. His brother seems to feel the same, taking both of them in his hand and stroking them simultaneously. And oh does it feel good. It feels fucking fantastic and he tells his brother just that and he grins and tells him to shut the fuck up and kiss him again so he does.
When he comes it's with a low guttural moan that sends the others over the edge as well. His brother slumping against him. The angel removing his hands from his pants. They do not speak. No sound is heard except for the rough panting that comes from all three of them.
Sam has no soul.
Dean is breaking from the inside.
Castiel has a civil war to worry about.
But for now they don't.