Warnings: Explicit language and sex!

"God Dean, this is disgusting" Sam complained as he pushed on through the mud and muck. "I mean, are you even sure this swamp demon is real?"

"Yeah, I'm sure Sam. Now will you shut up, so I can listen?"

"Listen to what?" Sam growled tripping on something under the knee deep water and mud, sending him into Dean's back. Dean fell face first into the swamp.

"Dean!" Sam yelled, grabbing his shirt and yanking him up.

Dean gasped, wiping his face and cussing. "God damn it Sam!"

"Sorry. I tripped" Sam said, trying to hold back laughter.

A loud roar pierced the air. Sam raised his gun, stepping closer to Dean as his gun was at the bottom of the swamp.

"Do you see it?" asked Sam.

Suddenly, a grotesque form appeared in front of them. The thing with slimy features, mixed with glowing eyes, sharp fangs and pointed fingernails, was glaring at them. It roared again, slashing it's arms about menacingly.

The demon lurched forward toward Dean's throat, Dean raising his left arm in protection, the creatures nails slashing into his forearm.

"Dean!!" Sam yelled, unloading his clip into the thing.

It screeched, fleeing back into the protection of the swamp.

"Dean, are you ok?"

"Yeah, I think so" he said pulling his sleeve back to look at the gashes in his skin.

"Shit, you're bleeding pretty bad. Let's go get you cleaned up. We can come back later."

"Yeah" Dean agreed.

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Dean went straight into the bathroom and jumped into the shower as soon as they returned to the motel.

When he came out, Sam already had the first aid kit ready to doctor Dean's wounds.

Dean had a towel wrapped low around his waist. His hip bones were visible just above the fold of the towel. Sam licked his lips at the sight of his lover. "Come sit down and let me take a look at that arm" Sam ordered.

"Can I get dressed?"

"No. Come here."

Dean walked over and sat at the table in front of Sam. He turned Dean's arm. "Oh my GOD!" Sam gasped.

Dean pulled his arm away and bent it back to see what Sam was freaking out about. The skin around the wounds was in varying stages of black and purple. There were deep purple-blue lines forming under Dean's skin, as if something was passing through his veins.

"Just clean it up Sam, I'll be fine."

Soon the room was filled with the medicinal smell of antiseptic. Dean hissed as Sam cleaned the gashes. He then applied antibotic ointment and wrapped Dean's arm with gauze and tape.

Sam leaned his head against Dean's. "This scared the shit out of me."

Dean slid his hand around the back of Sam's head and pulled him into a kiss. "I'm alright Sammy."

They stood, kissing, walking slowly to the bed. Dean's towel slipped from his hips to the floor as Sam slid his hands over his ass.

Dean was undoing Sam's jeans, pusing them down his body - his fingers petting his growing erection.

Soon, they were on the bed, kissing, sucking and exploring each others mouths as if it were the first time.

Skin on skin, slick with sweat, sliding against each other. "Want you" Sam moaned. "Inside me."

Dean pushed Sam onto his stomach and slid down. He pressed his fingers between Sam's muscular ass, slowly circling his entrance. Sam moaned, pushing back against his brothers hand.

Dean pushed his tongue against Sam's hole.

"God Dean, please...I need to feel you."

Dean did not need another invitation, he guided himself inside. Dean wrapped his arms around Sam's waist, pulling him to his knees as he started to slide in and out of him.

Dean kept one arm around his brothers waist, the other stroking Sam's back. As Dean started to feel his climax build, his hand slid from Sam's waist to his leaking cock. Dean started to pump his brothers dick, hard and fast.

Sam was yelling Dean's name as he came, collapsing onto his stomach.

Dean came soon after, telling Sam how beautiful he was and how much he loved him.

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Dean rolled over to shield his eyes from the sun blaring through the window. He wrapped his arms tightly around his bedmate. "It's to early" he moaned.

"At least you don't have to go to work today" an unfamilar female voice replied.

Dean jumped, his back slamming into the headboard eyes staring into the face of a woman. A woman that he didn't know.

"What the fuck?" he asked confused. Dean glanced around an unfamilar room. He was in a bedroom, not a motel.

"Where's Sam?" he asked her.

"He's probably at home baby" she said reaching out to touch his face.

Dean smacked her hand away. "Look lady, I don't know who the fuck you are, or how I got here - but you better start explaining right now!"

"Oh God - not again" the woman replied, her eyes filling with tears.

The bedroom door burst and two small boys ran in, jumping on the bed. "Daddy!!" they cried in unison, wrapping their arms around Dean.