Title: Into the Light
Author: Wincesteriffic Kaz
Info: Sexy just got scary. The owners of the boys' favorite BDSM club call for a little support and what should be a deliciously naughty vacation for all concerned becomes something much darker and deadly. Hurt/Comfort/Angst and oh yes, Dom!Dean, Sub!Sam and an energetic foursome. Dean/Sam 9th in the 'BYC Verse'
Author's Note: Note that if you have not read the previous stories "Break Me Down" and "Blood Song", you won't know who Steve and Joe are or understand at first why our boys care about them so much. Go. Read. Why would you want to miss so much impressive, public naughty anyway? :P
Graphic depictions within. Beta'd by the always awesome JaniceC678
Disclaimer: I don't own 'em but if I did, they'd never get dressed.
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Chapter 1
Dean leaned back against the wide bole of a tree and tossed his Zippo from hand to hand. "You almost done?" he asked with a smirk.
Sam turned around to glare at his brother and held up his bloody hand axe. "Unless you want to give me a hand, jackass."
"Nope," Dean said happily. "You lost the toss, bitch. Get choppin'."
"Jerk," Sam grumbled and went back to his grizzly work hacking apart the bloody bones. He'd have been perfectly happy frying the thing in one piece, but it would burn better dismembered. He turned and finished chopping off the thing's other arm, kicking it toward one of the piles.
Dean chuckled and pulled his phone out when it started to ring. "Dean's morgue. You stab 'em, we slab 'em. What can I do ya' for?" He grinned at his little brother's disgusted look and then his brows flew up in surprise. "Steve? Hey!" He saw an answering smile of surprise on Sam's face. It had been a few months since they'd been near enough to see Steve and his partner Joe and enjoy showing off at their underground BDSM club.
"Dean! How are you and Sam?" Steve asked.
"We're great. Just finishing up a, uh... hunting trip right now." Dean shrugged when Sam snorted. He couldn't very well tell Steve what they were actually doing. The man and his partner had no idea what they actually did for a living, and Dean was definitely planning on keeping it that way. "You know, we were just talking about you guys the other day and thinking about swinging down your way for a visit." It was the truth. They had been. They had both started to miss being able to enjoy each other publicly like they could at the club without fear of repercussions or someone they knew outing them as brothers. Plus, the club had all the coolest toys. Living out of a car had its disadvantages in terms how much... stuff you could actually keep on hand, although Dean had found some very creative uses for much of the truly necessary monster-hunting equipment they did keep in the trunk. Still, it was definitely fun to get a chance to play with the real things sometimes.
"We were hoping you were somewhere nearby. Joe and I are opening the club in a new location, and we thought maybe you two could come help us christen it." Steve's voice sounded odd and Dean frowned.
"Steve? What's going on?" Dean waved a hand when Sam set the axe down and came over.
"Is he alright? Is Joe?" Sam asked worriedly.
"We're fine, Dean," Steve reassured him easily and then sighed. "The club though... well. Some irate townies found out what the club actually is and they sort of burned it to the ground last month."
"Holy shit!" Dean exclaimed and looked at Sam. "Someone burned down the club a month ago." He jerked away when Sam reached for the phone. "Dude, no way. Go clean your hands."
Sam looked at his bloody fingers and rolled his eyes. "Fine. Just make sure they're ok."
"Ya' think?" Dean put the phone back to his ear. "Was anyone hurt? You sure you guys are alright?" A wave of anger flowed through him toward whoever would endanger their friends. "What can we do?"
"Really, just you two being here would be enough." Steve smiled and Dean could hear it in his voice and relaxed a little. "You know we don't really know what you guys do for a living, but you've always struck us as, well, capable. And we both think we'd feel better if you two came and had a look at the new place, maybe let us know if it's secure enough, or... things or... shit. I don't know."
"Hey, don't worry about it." Dean tossed his Zippo to his brother and pointed to what was left of the creature in a silent order to finish it. "We'll be there. Give us two days. Where do we meet you?" He listened, committing the address and directions to memory and ended the call as the creature's remains burst into flame, lighting up the night. "I think they just want the company."
"I don't blame them." Sam came over, wiping the last of the creature's blood from his hands with a rag and leaned against his brother's shoulder. "Were they hurt?"
"He says no, but they're rattled." Dean put his phone away and slid his arms around Sam's waist, resting his forehead against his brother's. "Is it bad that I want to find the fuckers who burned it down and torch them?"
"No." Sam tightened his arms around Dean and slid their mouths together in a silent plea for comfort. It was one thing to know clinically that people like them were persecuted and sometimes treated with violence, just for being gay and different. It was another thing entirely to have it hit so close to home. He knew Steve and Joe both lived at the club. If things had gone differently, they could have been injured or killed. It both frightened and angered him.
"I got you, Sammy," Dean whispered into his brother's lips. He fisted a hand in the back of Sam's hair and kissed him until they were both panting and finally parted their mouths to let them catch their breaths. "Let's go check on our boys."
Sam smiled and nodded. They had only spent time with them in person on a few occasions, but had spent many more hours on the phone with one or both, discussing their lifestyle and often seeking advice which the two club owners were only too happy to give. Steve and Joe already felt like family to him, to them both. They would do whatever they could to make sure they were kept safe from now on. "Let's pack up and get on the road."
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Dean parked outside the Starry Night hotel and climbed out of the Impala just as the door to room fourteen opened. He smiled when Steve's blonde head appeared. "Hey, Steve."
"Dean." Steve shamelessly crossed the sidewalk and wrapped the slightly taller man in a hug before he could protest. "It is damn good to see you."
Dean chuckled and returned the embrace, surprised, before Steve finally moved back. "Good to see you too."
"Where's Sam?" Steve asked and leaned around Dean. His face dissolved into a fond smile when he saw the taller man in the passenger seat, asleep with his head hanging over the back of the seat. "Long drive?"
"Yeah. We only stopped once. I'll wake him up. Where's Joe?" Dean walked around and opened the passenger door.
"Sleeping." Steve scrubbed a hand over his face. "I wasn't exactly honest. He got a little banged up when the house went. A support beam landed on him, but he's fine I swear. Just some bruises and a concussion. The stress, though... he wasn't sleeping for a couple weeks. He's on Xanax at the moment. Puts him out like a light for eight straight."
"Jesus," Dean shook his head and leaned in to wake up his brother. "Sammy. We're here."
Sam jerked awake and saw they had stopped and Steve was standing beside his brother. He grinned and unfolded himself from the car. He didn't say anything but simply went to Steve, leaned down and pulled the man into a tight hug. "I'm glad you're alright, man."
Steve blew out a breath and let Sam squeeze the breath out of him. He chuckled and smiled when Sam released him. "I am really glad you two could come. I got you the room next to ours."
"Joe?" Sam asked worriedly.
Steve smiled and patted his arm. "Asleep. He's fine. Come on. You guys have to be wrecked. You can get some sleep and we'll head out to the new place tomorrow. Sound good?"
"Sounds awesome." Dean went to the trunk and pulled their bags out, tossing Sam's to him. "We want to know what happened tomorrow."
"Over breakfast," Steve promised.
Sam followed his brother into the room with a last smile for Steve. He set his bag on the dresser and gave another smile for the king size bed. He shrugged off his jacket, tossing it over a chair and sucked in a breath when Dean stepped in front of him and curled his fingers into the front of his collar, pulling it above his shirt. "Dean." Sam almost sounded like he was going to bitch about wanting to just go to sleep, but Dean cut him off.
"Need you, Sammy." Dean pulled Sam's head forward with the collar and bit his bottom lip, licking it to smooth away the sting. He leaned back and gave a warm grin to his brother's now pleasure-lax face. "You're so easy," he said with a smirk. "Strip."
"Fuck yes." Sam hastily tugged his clothes off while Dean went about quickly pouring a line of salt at the door and windows. He was naked and crawling on the bed when Dean set the salt container aside and began pulling his own clothes off. Sam laid back and licked his lips as Dean crawled onto the bed over him. And he moaned when his brother licked a warm, wet line up the center of his chest.
Dean smirked and leaned back on his heels, straddling Sam's thighs. He ran his hands down his brother's chest and then back up, stopping at his nipples. He pinched and pulled until Sam was gasping and arching into the touch. "What do you want, Sammy?"
Sam slid his hands up Dean's muscular thighs, gripped his hips and rolled them over in a sudden move. He grinned down at his brother. "Wanna ride you."
"Hell, yeah." Dean felt around the bed for the bottle of lube he'd tossed there and pulled it over. He moved his legs, letting Sam's slide over his so his brother was straddling him instead and opened the cap. "Open yourself up for me, baby boy." Sam groaned and Dean held the lube out, letting some of it slick his brother's fingers. "Love your face when you do this for me."
Sam leaned backward slightly and moved a hand behind himself while he kept eye contact with Dean. He dropped his mouth open on a sigh as he slid two fingers into himself. He braced his other hand on Dean's thigh behind him and threw his head back as Dean took a firm hold of his cock. "Oh, fuck."
"Yeah, Sammy." Dean watched Sam's fingers thrusting into himself and bit his own lip when Sam quickly added a third. Dean reached a hand up and caught the front of Sam's collar, giving a tug and tightening it against his throat. "You ready for me, little brother? Wanna feel me there all day? Spread you open on my cock."
"Fuck, Dean!" Sam pulled his fingers out and leaned forward again with a breathless laugh while Dean's other hand tightened at the base of his cock. "Gonna make me come already you keep saying shit like that. Asshole."
Dean chuckled. "I know. Come on, Sammy. Open up for me."
Sam lowered himself onto his brother's cock and tossed his head back, gasping as Dean's sizable length pushed into him. He wasn't quite stretched enough and it was exactly what he wanted; just the right side of pain.
Dean knew exactly what Sam wanted in that moment. He used both hands, dug his fingers into Sam's hips and pulled him down hard as he thrust up, burying himself to the hilt inside of Sam. "Fuck."
Sam yelled and curled forward, digging his fingers through Dean's short hair and panting into his mouth. "Come on. Fuck me, Dean. Please, please, please."
Dean gave a growl and pulled Sam up off his cock just enough until he could roll his hips. He thrust up hard and fast, earning a choked shout of his name with Sam's fingers digging into his scalp. It occurred to him that there was no way Steve wasn't going to hear this and then knew that the man wouldn't mind and would certainly understand. He started pulling Sam down to meet his thrusts in a satisfying slap of flesh on flesh.
Sam felt his orgasm speeding toward him, surprised at how quickly he reached that point, and before he could say anything or warn his brother, Dean's mouth was at his ear, his hand on Sam's cock and he whispered, "Come for me, Sammy," and Sam was gone. His back arched as Dean pounded up into him. A howl broke free of his chest as Dean's mouth covered his and swallowed most of the sound. He felt his come splatter up between their chests while lights burst behind his eyes and then Dean was adding his own cries. Sam ate the sounds greedily from Dean's mouth, licking and moaned long and loud when he felt Dean coming and filling him up.
Dean slumped down into the bed with Sam's dead weight on top of him finally. He panted for air and felt the hot, frantic breaths of his brother against his neck. He grinned and gave a breathless laugh while he wrapped his arms around Sam's heaving back. "Still with me, little brother?"
"Mmmm," Sam couldn't have moved just then if the building were to break into flames. He smiled into Dean's sweat-damp skin.
"Eloquent." Dean rolled them so they were on their sides. He grimaced a little at the feel of Sam's cooling come slipping between their skin and started unwinding his brother from around him with a snort of laughter. "Come on, you lump. Let me up for a sec."
"Uh-uh." Sam pulled Dean back in and then rolled their chests together more with a smirk.
"Dammit, you ass!" Dean laughed and shoved Sam's shoulders back. He rolled over enough to grab his discarded t-shirt from the floor and wiped them both off before tossing it aside. He slid back down into the bed and held out an arm, rolling his eyes affectionately when Sam squirmed in and put his head on his chest.
Sam sighed against Dean's chest, listening to his heart beat under his ear and closed his eyes. "Really needed that."
"Yeah, me too." Dean held Sam close and reached an arm out to turn off the light. "They're ok."
Sam nodded and cuddled closer in the dark. "Never should have happened to them."
"I know, Sammy." Dean rested his face in his brother's hair, breathing him in. "But some people are just assholes. We'll make sure they're safe tomorrow in their new digs." He smiled. "And we'll swing by and check up on them more often."
"Good."
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"Wow." Sam leaned forward for a better look as Dean pulled up behind Steve's van at a tall, wrought-iron gate in a high, brick wall. Beyond the gate, he could see a four-story house of dark wood with white shutters and thought it looked more like a small mansion than just a house. "Steve wasn't kidding when he said the insurance company paid out."
"This is some setup." Dean watched the gate break in half and slide back to either side and followed the van through, watching the gate close again in the rear view. "That's gonna help with security."
"There are cameras too." Sam leaned back in his seat and looked up at the house as they pulled into a curved drive around a fountain. Water cascaded out over several large rocks, and he heard the soothing sound of the water falling when he opened his door.
Joe hopped down out of the van and took in the look on Sam's face with a grin. "Pretty damn awesome, right?"
"Hell, yeah." Sam fell back to the trunk with Dean, taking his bag, and then met the others at the back of the van. "So have you already tricked this place out like the old club?"
Steve snorted. "Not yet. Contractors come in next week to start the work. Here." He handed some bags of groceries to each of the three men and took one for himself. "Come on. You have to see this place."
Joe fell in beside Sam and bumped their shoulders together. "He went through every room the first week after we closed on it and pointed out all the places he was going to tie me down. Like a kid on naughty Christmas."
Sam burst into a laugh. "Sounds like Dean." He stepped inside the wide foyer and looked over at Joe while Steve pulled Dean down a hall. "Have you guys had any other problems since the fire? Anyone threatening you?" Joe shook his head and smiled, but Sam could see a fleeting, haunted look in his eyes. "Seriously, Joe. Are you guys going to be safe here?"
"Yeah. We'll be fine." Joe met Sam's eyes and gave him a nod. "One of our best clients is actually a sheriff. No, I'm not going to tell you which one." He chuckled. "Anyway, he's going to make sure we get some support, officers driving by the estate, and he got us a deal on the security system. They're installing it next week."
"Ok. That's good." Sam did feel better knowing that.
"We tried to get them to install it this week, but with all the weird crap going on in town, they couldn't fit us in."
Sam stopped as a shiver ran up his spine and he swallowed. In the Winchesters' world, 'weird crap going on,' usually translated to 'Oh, hell. Here we go again.' He caught up to Joe and put a hand on his shoulder. "What weird crap?"
Joe shrugged. "There's been a couple deaths."
"What kind of deaths?" Sam knew, somehow, that this was going to be bad news, their kind of bad news. He felt it in his gut and had to work to keep that feeling off his face when Joe glanced at him.
"The police are saying it's wild animals, but..." Joe chuckled and waved a hand dismissively. "What the hell kind of wild animals are they going to find around here? Then there's the newspapers. Ok, it's the tabloids, but around here it's the same difference. They're saying it's some sort of creature attack. I mean, creature? Who says shit like that and expects to be taken seriously?"
Sam managed a shrug and a smile, but when Dean reappeared with Steve and looked at him, Sam gave him an expression to tell him something was wrong. "So, how about you guys show us where we're going to be staying?"
"Dude, this place is ginormous." Dean grinned while he gave Sam a small nod; message received.
Steve laughed and slipped an arm around Joe's shoulders when his partner moved up beside him. "We've got rooms for you down here." He blushed slightly and cleared his throat when Joe elbowed him in the stomach. "So, they're, uh... they're your rooms. I mean, like, for good, or whenever you two stop by to see us." He blushed harder and shrugged when Sam and Dean stared at him in shock. "Look, we like having you two around and figured giving you your own safe haven was the best way to get you to stop by more often."
"Bribery?" Sam asked with a smirk and looked over at Dean.
"Yep. Totally bribing us." Dean grinned and snorted a laugh.
"Is it working?" Joe smiled warmly at them both when they nodded.
Sam hitched his duffel bag higher on his shoulder with a chuckle. "Not that we need incentive to come visit you two."
Steve blew out a relieved breath and waved an arm to his left. "Well, come on then. You can tell us if you want anything changed or done to it."
"It's basically an apartment," Joe said with a roll of his eyes as they walked deeper into the house. "Steve may have gotten a little overzealous."
"I did not, and YOU were the one who insisted on the deep pile carpet." Steve grinned and hooked an arm around Joe's shoulders.
"It's easier on the knees," Joe said with a slight blush and a shameless glance to the Winchesters.
Sam burst into a laugh and narrowed his eyes at his brother. "Guess we'll have to test that out."
"Oh, yeah we will." Dean stepped up and pulled Joe into a one-armed hug. "I like a man who thinks ahead."
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Sam dropped down onto the long, low, and well-stuffed couch in a bit of a daze once Steve and Joe left them on their own. "This place is... wow."
"Did you see that bathtub?" Dean asked as he came back out into the living area and pulled off his jacket, tossing it over the back of one of the chairs at the bar-top table beside the little kitchen nook. "They were not kidding when they said it's basically an apartment."
Sam smirked. "You sit on that king size bed yet?" He waggled his brows. "Thought I was gonna sink into it and damn near fell asleep on the spot."
Dean's brows flew up, he grinned, and jogged back out of the room.
Sam chuckled and leaned back into the couch. He laughed, hearing the thump that was undoubtedly his brother diving onto the bed and then the moan of pleasure. "It's a good bed."
"That is an awesome bed," Dean agreed as he came back out. He looked in the small refrigerator and smiled, finding it stocked with beer, grabbed two and went to Sam. He dropped down on the couch next to him and handed him one. "Ok, spill. What happened?"
Sam blew out a breath and opened his beer. He took a long sip and shook his head. "I think there's a job here."
"A... dammit," Dean said with feeling and thumped into the couch beside his brother; their shoulders touching. "What kind of job? Don't tell me this place is haunted."
"Joe said something's been killing people in town. Not too many but a couple so far." Sam shrugged. "Cops say it's a wild animal. The tabloids and the local papers are calling it a 'creature'."
"Well, shit. That's never good if the papers are already catching on." Dean easily drank down half his beer and hung the bottle and his hands between his legs as he sat forward with a frown. "We have to look into this. Shit, if something's munching on the locals, Steve and Joe could be in danger."
Sam nodded. "Knew you'd say that. I'll go into town later and check out the police department; see what they have in the way of information."
"I'm gonna see if I can get more information out of the guys without giving anything away." Dean rolled his eyes and dropped his head into a hand. "Shit. If this is our kinda thing, how the hell are we gonna keep them from finding out what we actually do for a damn living?" He shook his head. "And, I mean, seriously, what are the odds?"
"We'll have to be careful." Sam finished off his beer and set the bottle on the coffee table, taking a moment to run his fingers over the grain of what had once been a tree stump before being sanded and lacquered. Steve and Joe had really gone all out to make the little apartment feel like a safe haven; a home. It was more than that, though. It was a home where they could be themselves. They could be together and not worry about being judged... well, so long as Steve and Joe never learned that they were brothers. Sam couldn't see even them being alright with the whole incest thing.
"Hey." Dean frowned and pulled Sam over to him. He tunneled his fingers through his hair and squeezed the side of his neck. "You alright? You've got serious face goin' on."
Sam nodded and turned his face into his brother's hair. "Just... a little overwhelmed by all this."
"I get it, Sammy." Dean placed a gentle kiss against Sam's temple and then rubbed his jaw in his brother's hair while he looked around the little apartment. "We don't have to pretend as much here. They gave us that and they don't even know it."
Sam laughed softly, as always appreciative that somehow Dean always understood what he was thinking without him having to say it aloud. "Let's do this job and make sure they're safe."
"We're not leavin' this town until I know they're protected, dude." Dean chuckled. "At some point, I'm gonna get them outta this freakin' mansion and I'm gonna salt every damn door and window in here, and pluck up the carpet in a few places and lay down devil's traps too. You watch me."
Sam grinned and sat back up. "I'll help." He stood and stretched. "Cop shop first, though. I'll tell the guys I'm running out for, uh... shit, what do I tell them?"
"Tell 'em the truth." Dean said and finished off his own beer. "That you're going to see the cops. They'll think you're going to make sure they're safe, which ain't exactly a lie." He rolled up the sleeves of his flannel to his elbows and got a few more beers out of the fridge. "Better yet, I'll tell them while you go do the fed thing. I can keep them distracted with the remodel while you're gone. They want to start knocking walls out in the center of the house for the club." Dean gave Sam a lop-sided smirk. "Gives me an excuse to play with sledgehammers."
"Oh, man." Sam pointed at his brother as Dean went for the door. "Don't knock the whole damn house down!"
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Dean stepped back and let the heavy weight of the sledgehammer rest on the floor beside him. He shoved his goggles up onto his head and turned to grin at Joe. "Runnin' outta wall over here. You got anymore?"
Joe laughed and shook his head. Dean had easily taken down the first three walls they'd pointed him at in a little over an hour, something they had figured would take them at least three or four. "Not today. Steve wants our construction team here to knock out the floor above." He aimed a finger at the ceiling. "You remember how the old club took up interior of the house right up to the roof?" He smiled when Dean nodded. "We're doing the same here except there's going to be a balcony ringing the dance floor and the upstairs bedrooms are going to be private play rooms."
"Wow. You guys have really thought this out." Dean was impressed with the level of dedication the two men put into their business.
"Yep. Figured, since we have to start over, we may as well get all the things we didn't know we wanted the first time," Steve said with a laugh as he stepped through one of the now open walls with a fresh round of beers. He held one out to Dean and the other to Joe. "You can help us get all this debris out of here, though."
"That I can do." Dean cocked his head when he heard a door slam and smirked. "Better yet, I can make Sammy haul all this crap outta here."
"Dude, you are cruel." Steve laughed. "Sam! We're back here!"
"Coming!"
Dean pulled off his heavy work gloves and tugged at the sweaty collar of his t-shirt before raising his beer to Steve in thanks. He raised the bottle and took long pulls of the cold liquid, closing his eyes to savor the feeling as it soothed his parched throat, one slow swallow at a time. He felt a bead of cold moisture from the neck of the bottle roll over his lip and down his chin and moaned softly as it cooled his skin.
"How... do you make drinking a damn beer look that dirty sexy?" Joe said with wide eyes. He realized suddenly what he'd said aloud and cleared his throat, putting a hand over his face. "Uh, never mind."
Dean choked a little on his beer, sputtered and started coughing and laughing at the same time. "Holy crap."
"Nice, Joe." Steve laughed loudly and slapped his partner's shoulder. "Try not to accidentally kill the guy." He looked over at Dean with an appraising smile. "He's not wrong though."
"Who's not wrong?" Sam asked as he rounded a corner and saw a destroyed, open wall in front of him. "Wow. You guys have been busy!" He ducked low to step through it and yelped when something caught on his collar and jerked him back into an awkward crouch. "Dammit."
Steve laughed again and shook his head. "Here. Hang on. Let me get it."
"Thanks." Sam tilted his head to the side and looked up to find Dean grinning. "Shut up."
"Sasquatch," Dean said with a laugh and raised his beer to his brother. "That was graceful."
Steve found what Sam was caught on and tried to untangle it. "Looks like an old wire." He brushed his knuckles over Sam's throat when he felt him startle. "Don't worry. I turned the power off to this part of the house before we started. See?" He gestured out into the room. "Worklights. They're hooked up to a battery in the next room over. Just sit still for a sec."
"You sure it's safe?" Dean asked and took a step closer to his brother in concern.
"It's fine, Dean. Promise." Steve met Dean's eyes with a reassuring smile and then turned to his task.
Sam smiled at his brother to assure him it was fine and then rested his hands on his knees to give his back a break from the awkward, hunched position he found himself in. "So what were you guys talking about?"
Joe grinned. "The fact that Dean can make drinking a beer into something I need batteries for."
Sam was surprised into a laugh and then gave a small gasp when the collar pulled tight at his throat. It sent a pleasant, warm thrill through his blood, feeling Steve's fingers inside it, holding it while he worked; Fingers that were not Dean's. He was surprised at how hot that suddenly seemed. He flicked his gaze back up to his brother and saw understanding in Dean's eyes. There was something else there too, though, in those eyes - a wary tenseness that Dean felt through his whole body when he saw Steve's fingers slip under Sam's collar, touching what was his. But that was quickly being replaced by a darkening, heated look as Dean unconsciously ran his tongue over his lips as he watched.
Steve tugged at the wire and snarled a curse as it stubbornly refused to unhook from the elephant hair of the collar. He pulled a little harder and then realized Sam was panting. "Shit, Sam. Are you...oh..." he trailed off when he saw the expression on Sam's face.
"I'm ok."
Steve nodded, mute. The tone of voice and look in Sam's eyes clearly said, 'I'm horny as fuck right now please don't stop ever.' He freed Sam at last, but kept his fingers tangled in the collar against Sam's warm skin, unwilling to break that humming connection just yet.
Sam glanced up at Dean again, their eyes meeting. Dean quirked an inquisitive eyebrow and deliberately flicked his eyes up to Steve and back to Sam, both a silent question and permission all rolled into that one heated look – if Sam wanted to give himself over to Steve for a bit, it was okay with him. He gave a wolfish grin when Sam gave the barest nod and smiled in return, his lips falling slightly open as he pulled his head further to the side and made the collar tighter at his throat.
"Wow." Steve laughed under his breath and tightened his fingers more to pull the collar taut. "Have I ever mentioned that I love the way the two of you have whole conversations without saying a damn word? Fuck, that is hot."
"No shit." Joe palmed his own growing erection and swallowed. He smiled, watching the way Sam let Steve handle him with Dean watching so intensely... he had a sudden need for them all to be somewhere more comfortable with fewer clothes.
Steve looked over at Dean and got a nod. He knew he had not misread Sam's signals, but needed to be sure it was really okay with Dean, too. He took a deep breath for that level of trust and turned back to Sam, letting his brain kick over into dom mode. "Knees," he said hoarsely and groaned a little when Sam dropped, angling his head back and looking up at Steve with a level of trust it usually took a long time to build, though he knew it wasn't absolute; the same way he knew this would never happen if Dean were not there. Steve ran the fingers of his other hand back into Sam's long hair and gave it a tug, earning a low moan. He smiled. "Here's what's going to happen. We're going to go shower, and then we're going to meet in that living room outside of your apartment." He gentled his grip in Sam's hair and let his fingers slide away from the collar to trail softly up Sam's throat, over his Adam's apple and to his chin. "If you're ok with that. If you both are. You can say no at any time. If you change your mind while Dean's in the shower, that's alright too. Alright, Sam?"
Sam smiled gratefully and tilted his head to lay a kiss on Steve's knuckles. "See you in the living room in twenty minutes."
Dean chuckled. He shifted his hips, making room for his growing cock and went to Sam when Steve moved away. "Come on, Sammy." He held out a hand and helped his brother to his feet while Steve put an arm around Joe and led him off in the other direction. "You good with this? 'Cause we don't have to do this."
"I am." Sam said surely. "Are you?" He narrowed his eyes playfully and pulled at his brother's belt buckle. "You really ok with sharing me?"
"With anyone else?" Dean asked and scowled. "Fuck, no. I'd rip apart anybody else who touched you like that. But with them? Oh, hell, yeah. You have any idea how hot that was?" he asked and pulled Sam's hips into his own while he bit his brother's jaw. "Watching Steve play with your collar? Put you on your knees?" He licked around the edge of Sam's mouth and bit his bottom lip until Sam whined. "Really wanna see what you look like with his cock in your mouth, little brother."
"Fuck," Sam gasped and held onto Dean's shoulders while he shuddered.
Dean chuckled and leaned back to look at his brother's flushed face. "Almost made you come just talkin', didn't I?"
"You're such an ass," Sam laughed breathlessly and took Dean's arm, pulling him around. "Come on. I can tell you what I found out while we shower."
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Dean ran his soapy hands in a slick slide up and down his brother's back and grinned. Some days were just good days. He ran his fingers between the cheeks of his brother's ass and chuckled when Sam shivered and hitched his hips out toward him. "Gotta get you nice and clean, Sammy. So, what'd you find out today?"
Sam snorted a laugh into the wall and flattened his hands against the tile. He let out a soft moan when he felt his brother's fingers circling his hole and shook his head. "How the hell am I supposed to remember my name with you doing that? Shit."
"Don't have all day." Dean leaned into Sam's back and slipped a finger inside him. He bit at his brother's neck under the collar. "Might be a good long time before you get to come."
"Not helping," Sam gasped as Dean expertly pressed a finger into his prostate. "Fuck. Uh, ok, so the cops don't have a whole lo... lot. Fuck." He dropped his forehead to the tile and groaned with Dean making rhythmic passes over his sweet spot inside him. "Um... there's... people, I mean the victims..."
"Focus, Sammy," Dean growled in his brother's ear and moved his other hand around to Sam's cock. He brushed his palm over the length of him and pressed his own against a cheek of Sam's ass. At the same time, he slipped the cock ring over the head of Sam's cock and pushed it down to the base so it rested snug, removing his ability to come until Dean let him.
"Focus, my ass." Sam gave a breathless laugh and pressed his forehead harder into the green tile wall. "Definitely a creature of some kind. Cops were useless... shit, yeah. Right there." He tilted his ass to give his brother better access and panted a little. "Um, the papers didn't have much solid intel either. There's... shit, Dean."
"There's what?" Dean smiled into Sam's wet skin and continued his slow torture.
"Kills are centered... centered somewhere on the outside of town. Might be a local cryptid of some kind on a cycle, and I want... um... check county r-records, fuck, your fingers. Uh, I think..." Sam moaned again and gasped while Dean's hand tightened around his dick. "I think... fuck, I forget what I thought."
Dean chuckled and took his hand away from his brother's cock, taking pity on him. "What'd you find? Sounds like you found something."
Sam blew out a breath and shivered with Dean still working his fingers inside of him. "I think the old club was near the center of the killings."
Dean's hands stilled and he narrowed his eyes. "Really?"
Sam nodded and sobered a little. "Yeah. I looked at the reports for the club fire too. I'm not sure it was people who did it. The fire marshall couldn't find any signs of foul play, just a broken gas line that could have been accidental."
"Well, shit." Dean leaned back. He took his fingers out of his brother and let the water from the shower run down his back, rinsing Sam off in a warm wash. "Maybe the fire was caused by whatever the hell's eating people."
Sam nodded and straightened. He turned around and slid his arms around Dean's neck. He leaned in and nibbled along his brother's jaw, rubbing his cheek against the stubble with a smile. "If it comes here, we'll be ready for it."
"Damn right, we will." Dean ran his hands down his brother's chest and rolled their hips together. "You ready to play tonight, tiger?"
"Oh, fuck yes," Sam breathed into Dean's skin. He leaned back and grinned. "The thought of the two of you topping my ass about made me come in my jeans out there."
"Oh, this is gonna be a good night." Dean laughed and pinched Sam's ass until he yelped. "Let's get moving."
Sam allowed Dean to dress him the way he wanted and wasn't surprised when the only things he was allowed to wear were a pair of black leather pants they'd acquired the last time they'd been at the club and his collar. His bare feet padded over the comfortably thick pile of the carpet and he caught Dean watching them. Sam smirked. "You really wanna suck on my toes, don't you?"
Dean palmed himself through his jeans and nodded happily. "Love the noises you make when I do that." He met Sam's eyes with a heated look. "Can't wait to hear the noises you're gonna make for us tonight."
"Shit." Sam's cock stood up and took notice with the look in Dean's eyes and he smiled when Dean came to him and wrapped his fingers in the front of the collar.
"You got anything you want to be sure doesn't happen?" Dean asked seriously, letting Sam know that he would make sure to take care of him no matter what they did tonight. "'Cause I know for damn sure, no one's fucking that ass but me. Ever. The rest, though, that's up to you."
Sam's heart warmed even as he chuckled. He considered for a moment and then nodded. "No, uh... I don't want to kiss anyone but you on the lips. That just seems too... it's too personal." He moved into Dean's space against his chest, flattening his brother's hand against the front of his shoulder. "Only person's lips I want owning me are yours."
"Fuck," Dean groaned and leaned his face in to capture Sam's lips in a hot kiss. He waited until they were both breathless and finally moved back with a naughty grin. "You ready?" Dean asked and smoothed his thumb over Sam's collar bone. His brother looked amazingly sexy - all that tanned skin on display, set off by the black leather. It was a hell of a sight.
"So damn ready." Sam smiled eagerly.
Dean went to the door and led Sam out into the spacious living area. There were two long couches, several sturdy looking chairs, one low table between them, and a taller table on the wall that, to Dean, looked to be just the right height for perching his brother's hips while he fucked him. He smirked and looked up as Steve and Joe entered from the other side.
Steve smiled, looking at the two of them and nodded. "Remind me to stock the closet in there with leather. Damn."
Dean watched appreciatively as Joe moved up beside Steve and then went gracefully to his knees, resting his palms on his spread thighs. Dean recognized it as a classic sub pose, although he and Sam had never really gotten too much into the formal sub "etiquette." He too wore black leather pants, not unlike the ones Sam had on, but he also wore an intricately criss-crossed leather harness with hooks in strategic places, and at his throat was a wide, black collar with a gleaming, golden buckle and Dean couldn't help but think 'pirate' as he looked at it. He turned to say as much to his brother and looked in surprise as Sam copied Joe and dropped to his knees, carefully assuming the same submissive position. "Shit."
Joe smiled and gave Sam a small nod of approval. "What are we gonna do when they look that damn hot without even doing anything?" Steve asked playfully. He ran his fingers through Joe's shaggy, dark hair and brushed his own blonde locks out of his eyes. "So Dean, where do you want to start? I know you've never shared Sam before so you're in charge here tonight. Your boundaries."
Dean moved behind Sam. He tunneled his fingers in his brother's hair and then gripped it tight to tilt Sam's head back, baring his face to the room. "Sam says no kissing on the mouth. He's not comfortable sharing that with anyone but me." He smiled when Steve and Joe both nodded. "And no one fucks him but me."
Steve scratched his nails through Joe's hair until he shivered in anticipation and chuckled, looking up to meet Dean's eyes. "I don't know why I should be surprised that we have the same rules."
Sam's mouth fell open a little and he laughed. The laugh died away on a flood of desire when Steve's blue eyes fell on him. They were filled with lust and he watched like a deer caught in headlights as the man paced to him. Steve, while casual and relaxed in their ordinary exchanges, was a very experienced dom, and when he shifted into that role, it practically radiated off of him. Sam could feel himself reacting to that even across the room as the man approached. He shuddered when Steve dragged a fingernail up the front of his throat and let his eyes fall closed, giving himself over to the peaceful place he went when Dean dominated him.
Dean gave Sam's hair a last tug and then moved back to lean on the arm of one of the couches. "Sammy. I know you want to show Steve the things you can do with that tongue. Take him out. Get him wet."
Sam moaned and put shaking fingers to Steve's pants. He popped open the button fly and bared the man's cock, mouth watering at the sight of it. It was as pretty as he'd thought it would be. He curled his fingers around the length and tugged it down while Steve grunted in appreciation.
"Fuck." Steve blew out a long breath as Sam's hot mouth closed over the head of his cock.
Dean smirked. "He's insanely good at that, aren't you, l... lover," he quickly amended his sentence. He'd almost said 'little brother' and it blew a moment of cold fear through him. He didn't know if they could stand seeing judgement in Steve and Joe's eyes. He pushed the thought away and let the sight of his insanely hot little brother sucking Steve's cock put him quickly back in the mood. "That's it, baby boy," he breathed as Sam swallowed Steve down to the base and buried his nose in the blonde curls there. He shivered and opened his own jeans so he could palm his suddenly aching dick.
Steve forced his eyes open and looked down to watch Sam's glistening lips sliding up and down his length. It was a beautiful sight, and the muscles of his stomach fluttered in reaction when Sam's blue-green eyes turned up to meet his. "Damn, Sam." He tightened his fingers into fists in Sam's hair and looked over his shoulder to his own partner. "Joe-baby." He gave a nod toward Dean and Joe grinned.
"Oh, fuck yeah," Joe said in a whisper. It had been a sweet sort of torture to watch Sam sucking Steve's cock, to see Sam's big hands curled around the backs of his partner's thighs and squeezing to hold him in place. Joe met Dean's bottle-green eyes and smiled. He'd wanted to do this for a long damn time. Rather than walk, Joe knelt up and then dropped to all fours. He crawled slowly, making sure to accentuate the roll of his shoulders and hips and felt pleasure at the darkening of Dean's eyes. He reached the man's knees and slid between them. Joe ran his hands slowly up the inside of Dean's thighs and licked his lips.
"Gonna suck my cock, Joe?" Dean asked hoarsely. He heard Sam moan and looked over to find his brother craning his neck with Steve's cock still in his mouth in an effort to watch. Dean grinned and shifted his hand so his dick stood out proud and thick and tall in front of Joe's face. "What do ya' think, Sammy? Think Joe can make me come? You wanna see that?" The look of almost desperate pleading in Sam's eyes told Dean he did. He turned his gaze away from Sam and met Joe's whiskey-brown eyes with a smile. "Lick it for me. Don't want you to suck it yet. Just get it nice and wet."
Joe groaned and shifted forward, bracing his hands against the cut of Dean's hips. He licked a stripe up Dean's cock like a lollipop and moaned at the taste. He smiled at the full body shiver he earned from Dean and flicked his tongue against the bundle of nerves under the head.
"Yeah, like that." Dean held his cock out a little more and watched Joe's agile tongue curl and move against his skin, following the veins up and down. "Shit, he's good at that."
Steve was gasping for air with Sam's mouth working him over but he managed a grin. He watched the sight of his lover licking Dean and as he had before, admired the girth of the man's cock. He had no illusions as to why Sam always made so much noise. "The man has a... fuck, Sam... he has a skill. Christ, so does Sam. Good God." Steve hunched forward over Sam's head while the younger Winchester held him against the back of his throat and somehow managed to swallow and hum at the same time. "Fuck!" Steve shouted and found himself coming hard with Sam swallowing each pulse. He leaned back up shakily with his hands around Sam's head and the breath punched out of him when Sam opened his mouth and showed him a mouthful of his own come before he closed his mouth and swallowed noisily.
Dean chuckled and soothed his knuckles over Joe's jaw while he watched. "That's my boy, Sammy. Come here."
Sam turned, moving awkwardly for the weight of his own, hard cock in the leather pants and crawled to Dean. He leaned up and let his big brother kiss the taste of Steve from his mouth. "Dean," he panted.
Dean bit at Sam's lips and rested their foreheads together for a moment as Joe impulsively sucked in the head of his cock with a loud slurp and let it go again. "Shit," he said into Sam's mouth and opened his eyes to look at his brother. He scraped his nails down Sam's neck so he shivered. "You know what I want, Sammy?" he whispered into his brother's ear. "I wanna watch Steve turn that sweet ass of yours cherry red. I wanna hear you howling and begging us to fuck you." He nipped at Sam's ear and curled his fingers around the back of his collar, tugging it tight against his throat. "Then I'm gonna fuck you, Sammy. I'm gonna fuck you while you suck Joe's cock. And you don't get to come unless he screams."
"F-fuck," Sam's whole body shuddered with want and he curled down until his head was resting on Dean's chest. He opened his eyes, feeling Steve begin to peel his leather pants down his hips and saw Joe. Joe's eyes were wide and heavy with lust while he swirled his tongue around the head of Dean's cock and there was a naughty sort of smile on his face; he was very much on board with this plan.
Steve pulled on Sam's shoulders and got him standing. "Pants off, Sam. Now," he ordered. He looked over and quirked a brow at his lover. "Pretty sure no one told you to stop suckin' that cock."
Joe shivered happily and looked up at Dean before he sank his mouth down on the man happily.
"Shit." Dean let his head fall back for a moment and then looked up again at Steve. "Sam likes it hard. Louder he yells, the more he's enjoyin' it. Don't go easy on him."
Steve ran his hands down Sam's chest, stopping to tweak each of his nipples into stiff peaks and smiled. "Oh, I am going to enjoy this. But first..." He reached into the back pocket of his jeans and tugged. He watched Sam's eyes widen and then darken as the golden chain of the nipple clamps glittered in the light. "Alright?"
Sam nodded eagerly and swallowed hard. "Yes. Please." His voice was thready with need and went straight to the groins of the three other men.
Dean moaned and pumped his hips up into Joe's mouth. He took a fistful of the man's hair and moaned louder when Joe hummed around him. He knew it wouldn't be long now until he came. Not with Joe sucking him in earnest and the vision of Sam being owned by someone they both trusted. "You good, Sam?" Dean asked while Steve placed the clamps on Sam's nipples; tightening them just enough until Sam was panting and whining.
"Yes, Dean. God." Sam slammed his eyes closed when Steve flicked both the clamps. The sensation went straight to his groin and he was glad of the cock ring or he would have spilled right there.
Steve pulled over one of the high backed chairs and set it in the open area. He turned Sam, running his fingers along his skin and watched the goosebumps spring up in the wake of his touch. He bent him over the chair back until his ass was in the air. "Hold on to the legs, Sam." He waited for Sam to grip the rungs and then curved his hand over the back of Sam's head into his hair. "You know your safeword?" Sam gave him a nod. "Let me hear it."
"Cherries," Sam picked his head up and met Dean's eyes. Steve had placed him so he was facing his brother and could watch Joe driving him closer to orgasm with every pass of his mouth on Dean's cock.
"Good, Sam." Steve moved back around behind him and went to a small chest along one wall. He smirked over at Dean as he opened it and pulled out a flogger. "Didn't have a chance to put these goodies in your rooms before you got here, but I knew you'd want them."
"Oh, Sammy." Dean gripped Joe's hair and pushed his cock fully into his mouth until he bumped the back of his throat. He looked down to make sure the man was alright and Joe smiled around his cock, sending a fresh pulse of lust through him. He met his brother's eyes and grinned. "You are gonna have a damn good night."
"All... already am." Sam felt heavy, leather strips tickle over his ass and up his back and gasped. "Oh, fuck. Please, please, please."
"Damn, he's hot when he begs." Steve palmed his cock. It was already starting to become interested again in spite of how hard Sam had just made him come. "And I haven't even gotten started. Count with me, Sam. If you miss one, I'm going to start over. Twenty should do it, I think." He knew he was right to go that high when Sam's body shuddered before him, and the man hitched his ass out higher and spread his legs without any urging. Untrained though he was in the more formal aspects, Sam's submission to him was a beautiful thing, and Steve drew a deep breath at the trust being offered him. "Watch Dean. Let him see that pretty face of yours while I warm your ass for him."
Sam groaned long and loud as the flogger's leather straps slapped across his ass. His head dropped and he took a moment to just enjoy the feeling as the burn of pain faded to heat and then pleasure. He whimpered when a hand fisted in his hair and pulled his head up.
"What are you supposed to do, Sam?" Steve growled in his ear.
"C-count," Sam panted and felt a little ashamed that he had made a mistake. It was all just so overwhelming he was having trouble focusing on anything but the overload of emotions and the sensation of different hands on him, a different cock in his mouth, all with Dean there, watching and enjoying the display.
"And?"
"Watch Dean." He licked his lips and met his brother's eyes again. "One."
Steve smiled over at Dean, getting a nod and a grin, and let go of Sam's hair. "I'll give you that one, but if you forget to count again..." he let the threat hang and leaned back to strike again. Sam's voice rose up to count out loud and louder each time the leather hit him.
"Five!" Sam shouted and was trembling, watching Dean and Joe. Dean's hand was tangled in Joe's hair, his eyes gone dark with lust and pleasure. He could tell Dean was close by the way his mouth hung open and his fingers tightened in Joe's hair.
"That's it, Sam." Steve smoothed a hand over the warm skin and pulled his arm back to strike again.
"So fuckin' hot, Sammy," Dean gasped, hips rolling into Joe's mouth in earnest. He watched Sam's eyes widen with each hit of the leather, the way they darkened, how his fingers were white-knuckled on the legs of the chair and the noises... Steve had taken Dean's words to heart and was not holding back. Sam cried out over and over, and each time Dean thought he would safe word, or that he would need to stop Steve if his brother was too stubborn to give in, Sam would give him that happy, blissed-out look even through the obvious pain of the next strike of the lashes. "Fuck!" Dean shouted and his head dropped back as Joe swallowed him, rolling his balls and he came. Lights sparked behind his eyes with the strength of the orgasm and he forced himself to let go of Joe's hair and let the man breathe. He smiled his appreciation down at the man, and smoothed his hand through his hair fondly. Joe grinned cheekily up at him, apparently well-pleased with the result of his efforts.
"Oh fuck. Fuck!" Sam yelled out, watching his brother come, watching Joe pull his head back and a spatter of Dean's seed sprayed across his red lips. "Twenty!" He was panting for breath and slumped down over the back of the chair as the last stripe of pain/pleasure from the flogger burned across his backside and sank into his skin.
Steve set the flogger down and leaned over Sam's back. He placed gentle kisses on the sweaty skin of Sam's shoulder blades, tasting the salt and brushed his fingers over Sam's face. He felt the tracks of tears dampening the man's cheek and smiled. "Sam? Alright?"
Dean brought his head up and watched Steve smoothing his hands up and down his brother's back, brushing his long hair out of Sam's face, and smiled at the gentle kiss the man put on Sam's shoulder. He watched his brother's fingers loosen from the legs of the chair and saw the shine of pleasure and gratitude in his brother's eyes when he finally lifted his head. "Yeah, he's good."
"Yes." Sam turned his head and caught Steve's knuckles, letting his lips brush across them. He was so close to coming, had been for the last ten lashes. The maddening ring around his cock was the only thing keeping him from exploding. He knew he'd be begging soon if this intensity kept up. He breathed deeply until that need pushed back a little, then pushed his hips back, brushing the over-sensitive skin of his reddened ass against Steve's jeans to feel the burn. "I'm ok."
Steve chuckled and rested his forehead on the back of Sam's shoulders, having to back off his own need to come. Sam was too damn sexy for his own good. He could feel Sam's body trembling with the after-effects of the flogging and the no doubt overwhelming need to come. He slipped his arms around Sam's chest and pulled. "Come on, Sam. Up you come."
Dean reached out and took Joe's face in his hands. He rubbed his fingers through the spot of his own come on Joe's cheek while the man licked his lips. Dean smiled at him and slipped his fingers through Joe's hair, scratching at his scalp so the man almost purred. "So good for me, Joe."
Joe turned his head, leaning into Dean's hands and kissed the inside of his wrist. "Thank you."
Dean shivered at the hoarse, fucked-out quality of Joe's voice from having had Dean's cock in his throat. He spotted a couple bottles of water on the table beside him and grabbed one, twisting the top off. "Drink for me, buddy." Joe opened his mouth and let Dean dribble cool water between his lips, swallowing with a grateful sigh as his eyes closed. Dean handed the bottle to Steve when he neared with his brother and directed Sam to kneel on the edge of the couch.
"Here we go, Sam," Steve gave a nod of thanks to Dean and cupped Sam's jaw in one hand, holding the bottle for him to drink from in the other while Sam leaned lazily back against his chest; his head propped against the front of Steve's shoulder. "Slowly, now."
Dean and Joe both reached out at the same time to run their nails lightly down Sam's side nearest them and Sam shivered in reaction while he drank. "Beautiful, Sammy," Dean murmured and smoothed his fingers over the flog-reddened skin of his hip and ass, feeling the warmth.
Steve pulled the bottle back and handed it off to Dean. He reached down and tugged lightly on the chain connecting the nipple clamps so Sam whined and arched harder against him. "Do you want to be fucked, Sam?"
"Yes!" Sam replied desperately. He reached his right hand behind him, grabbing hold of Steve's hip to balanced himself and felt Dean catch hold of his left hand. "Please!"
"Have you earned that?" Steve asked playfully and pulled harder on the clamps, releasing them suddenly so Sam cried out and his hips thrust forward in search of friction.
"Please, please, please," Sam panted and whined. He felt fingernails scrape across the fluttering muscles of his stomach and part to frame the base of his cock and a needy tear rolled down his cheek. He opened his eyes, ready to beg on his knees if he had to. His gaze swept to the window and Sam froze.
Steve reached into his back pocket and pulled out two tubes of lube. He tossed one to Dean with a smirk. "Would you mind if I got him ready for you? I've been dying to feel him squirm on the ends of my fingers."
"Oh fuck, yeah." Dean grinned and looked down at Joe. "Over my knees, baby."
"Shit," Joe groaned happily and moved, shifting and turning so he was laid over Dean's lap with his ass in the air.
Steve flicked open the cap on the lube and frowned as he felt Sam suddenly go stiff against his chest. "Sam? Are you alright with that?" He put a hand to Sam's chest to soothe him and felt nothing but tense muscles, puzzled at the sudden shift. Then Sam looked down at his brother and Steve saw a change come over his face. Dean saw it too and recognized it immediately. A lifetime of training and fighting together had him responding automatically to Sam's change in demeanor without conscious thought, instantly slipping into hunter mode himself.
"Window," Sam said and spun. He grabbed Steve and shoved him down behind the couch. "Stay there and stay down!"
Joe gasped as Dean pushed him off his lap and thrust him toward Steve. "You stay together and you don't move. Sam, here!" He reached over to the jacket he'd tossed on the back of the couch and pulled out both of their guns, tossing Sam's to him, stood, and turned to the window with his gun raised. "What was it?"
Sam shook his head and rounded the couch, oblivious to the fact that he was naked with golden clamps still strung between his nipples, his cock still erect with the ring at the base. He went to the window and shoved the heavy curtain open the rest of the way. He held his gun down and ready and looked out into the night. "Just saw it for a second. It's close."
"Put your pants on," Dean ordered and moved, putting himself between the window and their guys, determined to keep them safe no matter what came through it.
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To Be Continued...