Stepping out of the shower Sam does a quick pat down with a towel before rubbing it over his hair roughly, wrapping it around his waist he leans on the sink and stares into the mirror, Deans voice on repeat in his head. She's a demon Sam. She's using you. Stop lying to me! The slam of the door as Dean stormed out echoes in his head.

Stop lying to me. Sam wishes he could. Wishes he could tell Dean everything. All the things he did with Ruby in the dark, the things he'd let himself be talked into, all the things he knows Dean would hate him for. Dean would hate him, leave him behind for good, maybe even put him down like the angels wanted him to.

Shivering at the thought Sam pushes away from the sink and turns away, walking out of the bathroom lost in thought, the rustling of wings is his only warning before he's struck over the back of the head.

Gasping Sam falls to his knees, looking up to see Zachariah smirking down at him he freezes. At least it's not Uriel. He thinks seconds before a shadow steps forward, Uriel moving to Zachariah's side to glare at him, Castiel slowly moving to Zachariah's other side keeping his eyes glued to the floor. Oh good the gangs all here. "What do you want?"

"We've told you what we want. You don't seem to listen very well." Zachariah tells him clasping his hands together in front of him.

"I"

"Shut up Stain" Uriel hisses.

"You"

"Stop talking" Uriel interrupts again looking all to pleased with himself.

"Would you let me"

"Don't bother. You cant lie to us." Zachariah jumps in.

"I'm not"

"Stop Sam." Castiel cuts in quietly.

Sam shoots him an accusing stare before looking away, jaw clenching. "I expect this from them." Sam says turning back to Castiel. "But I expected better from you"

"You'll talk to us" Uriel informs him smugly.

"Fine. What do you want?" Sam asks again glaring up at them.

Finally realizing he is still staring up at them he pushes up off the floor, only making it half way before hearing "We didn't say you could get up" as two fingers press to his forehead and he falls back to the floor.

Groaning Sam stirs, head turning slightly to press against the pillow. It's official. Zachariah is a dick. "Dean?" He croaks out. It's not until he tries to reach for his head that he realizes he's tied up.

"He's not here." Zachariah informs him cheerfully.

Groaning again Sam lifts his head to look at him, barely spotting the three of them at the foot of the bed before he drops his head back to the pillow. "What'd you do to me?"

"Oh just gave you something to make you...pliant" Zachariah tells him. "Castiel"

Sam yelps when a hand drops down on his ankle, trailing gently up his leg. Sam rolls his head slowly to the side, looking up to see Castiel walking along the side of the bed, fingers marking his progress.

Sam is so stunned to see Castiel without his trench coat that for a moment he just lays there, blinking up at him in confusion, before mentally shaking himself. What's wrong with me?

He wonders worriedly. "I want Dean" He tells Castiel, body starting to tremble with nerves as Castiel's hand reaches his thigh and it finally sinks in that his towel is gone.

"Oh you'll get him" Zachariah says laughing.

Sam turns his head enough to look at him while keeping an eye on Castiel, seeing Uriel standing smirking at him, eyes trailing his body, has his eyes widening slightly. He tries to pull his legs up, to block his view, but his legs won't move and he cant bring himself to look away from him to see why.

Uriel sneers at him. "You're modesty is safe with me. I wouldn't touch a mud monkey, much less one as tainted as you are."

Sam licks his lips nervously. "What do you mean I'll get him?" He asks turning to Zachariah.

"All in good time." He says with a dismissive wave of a hand.

What the hell is going on? He wonders, eyes flicking from angel to angel. He tries again to move his leg, remembering the last time he tried he finally looks down at his feet to see some kind of soft braided rope binding his ankles to the bed posts. Bed posts? When did we get bed posts?

"Where am I" Sam asks, looking up at Castiel.

"We told you to talk to us" Uriel snaps, slapping his inner calf.

Sam yelps in surprise, turning his head to glare at Uriel.

"Uriel! This is for me." Castiel says warningly.

Sam looks back up at Castiel in confusion, mouth opening to ask what is for him before snapping it shut. Eyes flicking back to Uriel and all the vulnerable bits open to slaps. Licking his lips he looks at Zachariah instead, trying not to notice Uriel smirking at him again. "Where am I?" He asks again.

"Oh you're still in your motel room. We've just made a few...adjustments." Zachariah tells him vaguely.

"What kind of adjustments?" Sam asks, eyes drifting closed as a hand slides softly through his hair. He can feel his thoughts trying to drift off at the action and tries to pull his head away only to find he cant move. God what's wrong with me? What did they give me? He wonders, panic creeping in.

"A little of this, a little of that, exchanged the bed, brought in a few supplies, soundproofed the room." Zachariah says sounding far away.

Sam tries to focus, struggles to move away from Castiel, tries to fight the way his body is relaxing into Castiel's touch. Sam sighs, head tilting towards Castiel against his will. The movement confuses him. I can move towards him but not away?

"Sleep isn't what we had in mind Castiel" Zachariah says dryly.

Castiel pulls his hand away and Sam whines at the loss of the soothing touch. What. The. Fuck? He thinks, body tensing slightly, trying to pull free from the bindings. Sam opens his eyes in time to see Castiel glare at Zachariah.

"Oops" Zachariah says cheerfully.

"This would go easier if you left us alone" Castiel tells them, hand reaching again for Sam's hair.

Whimpering Sam tries to pull away, eyes drifting closed almost instantly at the first brush of fingers through his hair. Panic rushes through him at how helpless they've made him. I cant even move! Where is Dean? Dean will stop them. He thinks, head tilting towards the only comfort in the room.

"We cant trust you to do as ordered any more than we can trust him. We'll stay to make sure you follow orders." Zachariah snaps back at Castiel.

"At least send Uriel away. There is no reason for him to be here for this" Castiel requests, not wanting Uriel knocking him back two steps for every one he gains with Sam.

"I'm not missing this." Uriel says nastily, glaring down at Sam.

"He'll only hinder my progress." He tells Zachariah, eyes never leaving him, ignoring Uriel's anger.

"You have no need of progress. Nobody said he has to like it, only submit and obey" Uriel snaps at Castiel stalking closer.

Sam goes very still, Castiel's hand losing some of it's comfort. Submit? Obey? What are they gonna do to me? He wonders, body starting to tremble again, struggling to move away from Castiel so he can think.

"Now look what you've done" Castiel snaps back, turning back to Zachariah. "Now do you see?"

"Uriel is right, there is no need to baby him through this, do as you were told." Zachariah says with another wave of the hand.

"Yes. There is. He will never submit to Dean if he is damaged." Castiel warns them.

Submit to Dean? Dean? "What are you talking about?" Sam mumbles.

"Keep silent!" Uriel orders, eyes never leaving Castiel.

"Your whole plan hangs on Sam submitting to Dean. If he's damaged he'll never do it, if he does he'll only wait for his chance to escape. You need him willing." Castiel implores.

Sam listens nervously, thoughts jumping chaotically, eyes slitting open to look at Castiel.

"What do you suggest?" Zachariah asks impatiently

"An oil or tonic, something, anything to ease his acceptance. " Castiel says, disliking the idea of drugging him even more but not knowing another way.

Zachariah and Uriel move to the other side of the room, holding a whispered conversation before Uriel disappears, returning moments later with a small bottle of oil. Stalking over Uriel shoves it at Castiel.

"What is it?" Castiel asks, staring at the bottle in confusion.

"That's none or your concern. It won't have much affect on you, but you might want to be careful not to use too much on him, too much could drive him crazy." Uriel tells him, staring at Sam in amusement.

"Isn't that dangerous? We don't want him turning evil because we drove him to it" Castiel asks, tilting his head as he stares at the oil.

"Just use it! Uriel, go keep an eye on Dean, make sure he doesn't go home with anyone. " Zachariah tells them turning back to Sam. "Castiel" Zachariah gives a nod at Sam's clenched fists prompting him to drop a hand back to his head.

Uriel glares at Sam and Castiel before leaving to watch Dean. Glancing back at the oil, Castiel sets it aside, reaching to unbutton his shirt not wanting to get the oil on it. Setting is aside he looks at Zachariah. "Where does the oil go?" He asks, uncapping the bottle and smelling it.

"Anywhere you want it to go" Zachariah responds dryly.

"It would help if I knew what it was" Castiel points out through clenched teeth.

"What is it gonna do it me?" Sam asks nervously, eyes staring widely up at Castiel.

Castiel turns a questioning glance on Zachariah, Sam following his gaze. "You'll see" Zachariah says walking over to sit in the chair in the corner of the room. "Go on. You won't even know I'm here" He says waving both hands at them.

Castiel sighs turning back to Sam. "I am sorry Sam, this choice is not of my making" Castiel tells him, pouring a small amount of thick oil into his hand and setting aside the bottle. Rubbing his fingers into his palm he spreads the oil and reaches for Sam's inner thigh.

"Cas, no, don't" Sam pleads, eyes locked on Castiel's hand as he comes towards him. Castiel slides his fingers up his inner thigh, leaving a trail of warm oil behind, making Sam gasp and try to jerk away. "Stop." Sam begs, squirming under his touch, eyes sliding closed, only to fly back open when Castiel ghosts a hand over his balls.

"What..what are you doing?" Sam's asks shocked. What the hell is he doing? Sam wonders, eyes going wide as his cock stirs, slowly getting harder. "No" He whispers in denial.

"Shhh" Castiel breathes near his ear.

Castiel's sudden nearness makes him jump, gasping as his whole body starts tingling, spreading out from his thigh, up over his balls and along his cock where Castiel is closing his hand and giving a slow stroke.

Sam bucks into his hand before he can stop himself, gasping at the rush of pleasure, whimpering when the movement make need spike through him sharp and demanding. Sam tips his head back, hips rocking under Castiel's slow hand trying to get him to move faster. Legs moving restlessly unsure if he wants to pull them up and open or down and together, unable to do either.

"Cas, make it stop. Get it off me" Sam begs, entire body heating up, small moan slipping out.

"Cas. Mmm. Cas, please."

"Please what?" Castiel whispers, head tilted down to watch.

"Please." Sam says again, mind blanking out everything but pleasure and need, as his hips buck up harder and faster.

"Please what? Answer me Sam" Castiel demands slowing his hand even more.

Sam gives a protesting groan at the small punishment. "More. Please, Cas, more"

Castiel deliberately misunderstands, pulling away and reaching for the oil. Pouring some into his hand he set's the bottle aside, ignoring Sam's small whining moans as he squirms, head rolling to turn pleading eyes on him.

Sam catches the faint scent of coconut. No flowers. No, what is that? He tries to chase the scent, lifting his head, wanting more of it. Feeling Castiel hand ghosting over his balls again his head drops back with a moan, gasping and squirming when his hand slides further down, one finger sliding over his hole with the others gliding over the curve of his ass, fingers pressing on both sides.

"Cas" Sam gasps out, hips rocking, head rolling towards Castiel.

"What?" Castiel asks, hand sliding up, over his balls, stroking up his cock and all the way back down.

"Sam?" Castiel prompts.

"What?" Sam asks confused, all his focus on the hand trailing back up.

Castiel hums, pumping Sam slowly, watching for his reaction.

Sam tugs at his hands, curls his toes, back arching. I need. Fuck I need. What? What do I need? Sam whimpers, squirming, need spiking painfully higher. "Cas"

"What?" Castiel repeats.

"Please" Sam begs, need clawing through him.

"Please what?" Castiel asks.

"More" Sam groans.

"More what?" Castiel insists.

"More. Cas, please. Need it" Sam begs, eyes pleading with Castiel for it, whatever it was. Unable to think beyond need more, too much, make it stop.

Castiel pulls away, pouring more oil into his hand and setting the bottle aside. "Shh" He says, when Sam gives a small sob, writhing needfuly on the bed. Castiel moves further down on the bed, kneeling between Sam's legs, hurrying to get his hand back on Sam.

"Legs. Please, Cas, untie me" Sam beg, hips rocking erratically, fucking into Castiel's fist.

"I cant do that Sam" Castiel says apologetically.

"Please" Sam sobs out, head thrown back, moans spilling from his lips.

Castiel looks at Zachariah over his shoulder, getting a small nod, he turns back to Sam. "Ok Sam, but I have to stop touching you for a minute" Castiel warns.

"No!" Sam yells, the thought of not having Castiel's hands on him shooting panic through him.

"Do you want me to untie your legs or not?" Castiel asks.

"Yes." Sam whispers. "But cant you just..just.." Sam moans. So close. Just need. Him. I need him. "Need you" Sam whispers, back arching, pressing back on his shoulders, hips faltering. "Please!"

"Ok Sam" Castiel soothes, rubbing the fingers of his left hand together to make sure they are still slick, letting Sam keep using his other hand he slides his left hand down, rubbing his fingers over his hole.

Sam whimpers, whole body trembling on the edge, breath catching. Waiting. Castiel eases a finger into him and Sam shouts, body going taut as he comes over his stomach and chest.

Fighting to catch his breath Sam slowly eases back down on the bed, blinking dazedly at Castiel, whimpering at the too much feel of Castiel's finger still sliding in and out of him.

"St..stop. Too much." Sam begs, pulling his legs up, struggling weakly when Castiel shakes his head no.

"Please" Sam says again, eyes closing on a slow spike of want. Moaning he rolls his head away, hips slowly starting to rock. "Cas" He whispers, legs easing open, hands tugging at their bindings.

"Sam?" Castiel questions, watching as he starts squirming again.

Breath hitching, Sam rocks on Castiel's finger faster, harder. Moans tripping over gasps, head tossing back and forth, hips tilting trying to get more.

Castiel pulls away making Sam whine, rubbing his fingers together to test the slickness he pours more oil into his hand, spreading it before sliding two fingers into Sam making him shout and buck away, before stutter rocking back down.

Sam cant decide if he wants to escape or take more, jerking away only to drop back down desperately, unintentionally working himself open. Sam moans, Castiel's name gasping out like a mantra.

Castiel takes hold of Sam's cock again, using it as a distraction as he slides a third finger into him, ignoring it when Sam shakes his head no, knowing Zachariah's patience will only last so long.

Sam tries to fight it, jerking up but only succeeds in fucking Castiel's fist again, building the pleasure. Twisting his hips on the down stroke, pleasure sings through him making him shout "Fuck!"

Castiel tilts his head, looking down at him, watching as Sam swivels his hips desperately.

"All this time and you haven't found his prostate yet?" Zachariah asks from the corner.

"I guess not, as much noise as he was making I thought I had" Castiel shrugs.

"Shut up and do it again!" Sam sobs out, tears of frustration filling his eyes. "Please. Cas."

"Hold still" Castiel's says twisting his fingers, angling , searching for that spot.

"Cant" Sam gasps, bucking and twisting.

Castiel finally angles just right making Sam scream again, hips rocking wildly."Don't...don't move." Sam begs, body arching, hands fisting, teeth biting into his bottom lip.

Castiel feels Sam tightening around his fingers, an animalistic moan spilling out as Sam comes again.

Sam drops back down, trying to catch his breath, world fading away.

Sam's next awareness is too intense pleasure, he jerks away, tries to kick Castiel only to have him catch his leg, forcing it upward to hold him open for his assault. "Don't." Sam says squirming.

"Just try to ride it out Sam" Castiel encourages.

"Cant" Sam whispers as he obeys, slowly rocking his hips. "Please untie me"

"I cant do that Sam" Castiel tells him.

"Please. I wont try to run." Sam says tugging his wrists.

"Yes you will" Castiel answers, not stopping.

"I wont" Sam says, sure he can take it if he just has his hands free.

"I cant Sam. I'm sorry." Castiel tells him looking away.

Sam swallows a frustrated sob, Castiel's free arm wraps around him like he'd heard it anyway and Sam curls his free leg around him needing the false comfort. The move sends need spiking through him so fast he cant breath, legs tightening around Castiel dragging him closer. Long low moan slipping free.

Castiel senses the change in Sam and lets his other leg go, blinking down at Sam when he immediately wraps it around him pulling him as close as he can get. Castiel tugs his trapped hand free, bracing himself on the bed, tilting his head as Sam rubs against him, his vessels body responding.

"Yeees" Sam moans, hitching his legs higher to get more of that feeling. "Cas. "

"That's my cue" Zachariah says cheerfully, leaving Castiel alone with Sam.

"Cas." Sam gasps out. " Pants"

Castiel looks down. "What about them?"

"Take them off!" Sam shouts, grinding harder, head tossing.

"Why?" Castiel asks tilting his head curiously.

Sam goes still, blinking at him "Because I want more" He says exasperated, thinking Dean would have heard the hidden Duh instead of staring at him confused.

"If you want more fingers you have to move your legs" Castiel says trying to pull back.

"I don't want more fingers." Sam says through gritted teeth.

"Oh." Castiel says, reaching over and pouring oil into his hand, wondering how much is too much.

"No!" Sam shouts as oil spills over, dripping over his stomach as Castiel reaches for his cock. "Cas" Sam sobs.

"Soon Sam" Castiel promises.

"Need it, please Cas, more" Sam begs, unable to thinking of anything but getting more.

"What the hell?!" Dean shouts, making Sam jump, moaning at the stimulation.

"Your brother has gotten out of hand Dean" Zachariah says watching him closely to make sure he doesn't interfere

"So what? This is the angels idea of punishment? Who knew angels were so kinky. Cas! Get away from him!" Dean demands stalking forward only to be drug back by Zachariah.

"No!" Sam shouts, tightening his legs around Castiel, not wanting to lose that friction.

"Sam!" Dean yelps, turning a glare on Zachariah. "What the hell did you do to my brother?"

"He's fine, just a couple things, nothing to worry about" Zachariah waves a dismissive hand. "The rest is up to you"

"Huh?" Dean asks confused.

"Your brother is out of line Dean, he has to be stopped" Zachariah tells him.

"Look, I know he's been"

"Consorting with demons? Using his ability? Drinking demon blood?" Zachariah taunts.

"What?" Dean whispers, turning to stare at Sam.

"We finally found out what he's been up to. She's got him drinking her blood, thinking it's going to help him kill Lilith." Zachariah tells him.

"I'm gonna kill her" Dean spits out. "I'm gonna kill him" He says stalking forward, fully intending to kick Sammy's ass.

"That will have to wait. There are more important matters to deal with." Zachariah says blocking his path.

"What the hell is more important than Sam?" Dean demands glaring at him.

Zachariah gives him a pleased smile. "I'm glad you feel that way. We want you to stop your brother"

"How?" Dean asks warily.

"We want you to do what you do best. Well. One of the things you do best. We can make him look like one of your bar tramps if it helps" Zachariah offers.

The fuck? They can turn Sam into a girl? Dean snickers inwardly before the words sink in. "Whoa! No. Hell no." Dean snaps stepping away.

"Ok. We'll leave him as he is then. You just go do your thing and"

"I'm not sleeping with my brother!" Dean interrupts.

"Yes you are. You are going to sleep with him. You're going to make him yours, own him, make him obey you. You're going to stop him. Or we will." Zachariah tells him, turning back to the bed. "Castiel"

Castiel looks back, gives a small nod and disappears, reappearing next to Zachariah.

Sam whimpers, writhing on the bed, head lifting to search for Castiel. "Cas" He moans, seeing him standing next to Dean and Zachariah. Sam knows that should mean something but cant think beyond the need to be touched. "Come back" He whispers.

"What did you give him?" Dean whispers, eyes wide as he watches Sam.

"Doesn't matter. You do what we say and he'll be fine. Don't and he is going to be in a serious amount of pain real fast." Zachariah warns him.

Taking in the way Sam is already whimpering, tears falling from his eyes, legs moving restlessly up and down the bed, Dean doesn't doubt it.

"I cant do this" He whispers unable to look away.

"Then you have two choices. We can kill him"

"No!" Dean shouts spinning to face him.

"Or. Someone else can do it. You want someone else to claim your brother? Take him away where you'll never see him again? Do you trust anyone else to keep him safe?" Zachariah pushes.

Dean thinks about it. Tries to decide if he can do this. Thinks about someone claiming Sam. Taking Sam away from him. No. He's mine. He's always been mine. Dean closes his eyes, knowing he wont let anyone else take him.

"Sam's mine." Dean tells them, opening his eyes to look at Sam. "I don't know if I can... he's my brother"

"Castiel" Zachariah says.

Dean turns to see Castiel give a small nod before walking over to pick up a bottle and dip a finger in. Dean doesn't need to be told it's what they used on Sam. He watches as Castiel walks over to stand in front of him.

Castiel lifts his finger to his bottom lip, trailing oil along it, Dean takes a deep breath and lets his lips fall open. His eyes fall closed on the scent, strawberries, chocolate, without thinking he opens his mouth to taste. Tongue flicking out, low moan escaping as he leans closer taking Castiel's finger into his mouth to lick and suck the oil away.

He doesn't know how long he stands there, sliding his finger in and out of his mouth, before he notices the hand tugging his clothes free. He slits his eyes open to watch Castiel try to shrug his shirt off one handed.

Smiling around his finger he lets go, light graze of teeth warning Castiel not to move, nearly laughing at the wide eyed look Castiel sends him. He makes quick work shrugging off his outer shirt before pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it aside.

Taking Castiel's finger back into his mouth he toes off his boots while unbuckling his pants. He tosses his socks and shoves his pants down, fisting his hard cock while kicking free of them. Finally naked he moans stepping closer to Castiel, blinking slowly when Castiel backs away tugging his finger free.

"Sam needs you" Castiel reminds him.

Blinking in confusion Dean turns to the bed, Sam watching him with wide eyes while squirming and mewling, tears still sliding from his eyes. "Sammy" He whispers stumbling forward.

"He's already been well prepped Dean, make him yours." Zachariah reminds him.

"He still has quite a bit of oil on him, be careful of it, too much can be harmful" Castiel warns.

"Don't screw this up" Zachariah adds.

Dean nods, barely hearing them. "Get out"

He hears the rustling of wings and looks over to see only Castiel left watching them. "I must stay to make sure you do as ordered." Castiel tells him, moving to take Zachariah's place in the chair.

Dean turns his back, walking over to the bed and climbing up Sam's body to kneel between his legs. "What have you gotten yourself into Sammy?" He asks

"Dean." Sam whimpers. "Please help me. Please"

"I'm not letting you go Sam" Dean tells him

"Don't care. Hurts" Sam whispers, small whimpers a constant stream from his lips.

Dean slides a hand up Sam's chest, watching Sam gasp and arch up at the contact. He gives a little hum of interest and skims a thumb over Sam's lips. Sam sealing his fate when he opens his mouth to suck on it.

Dean crawls over Sam's lap to kneel above Sam's face, watching Sam's eyes go wide and nervous. Leaning down he rubs the tip of his dick over Sam's lips,spreading pre-come, grabbing a handful of Sam's hair to hold him still when he tries to move away.

Taking in the edge of fear in Sam's eyes he leans back, eyes narrowing and picks up the bottle of oil.

"Be careful with that Dean" Castiel reminds. "You will be just as affected as he will"

Dean nods, pouring a small amount into his hand and stroking his cock with it before reaching out to spread some other Sam's lips. "Taste" He whispers.

Sam didn't miss Dean's reaction to the oil and curiosity has him opening instantly to taste, moaning as he tastes every delicious thing he's ever tasted, closing his eyes he sucks Dean's finger into his mouth.

After a minute he starts sucking harder, blinking his eyes open at Dean laugh, pouting when Dean pulls away.

"You wont get any more that way Sam" Dean tells him, easing forward to lean over Sam again.

Sam watches Dean come closer, cock sliding over his lips again. Unsure about taking in something that he can see is much much bigger than a finger he hesitates, looking up at Dean, tongue flicking out to taste.

Sam goes still, world coming to a stop, silence holding an unbearable weight. Every delicious thing he's ever tasted all mixed in with Dean, Sam's lips slowly tremble open, long moan slipping free as Dean sinks in deep. Not stopping until he bottoms out, Sam nervously waiting for his gag reflex to turn on him.

Dean eases back and sinks back in, long slow strokes, setting a slow careful rhythm. Sam cant stop moaning, the taste overwhelming him. Sam doesn't protest when Dean starts getting rougher, staying deeper longer, ordering Sam to swallow. Again. Before pulling away.

When Dean starts getting rough enough to force a whimper out of Sam he pulls away cursing "You ok Sammy? I shouldn't have done this with that oil, I wasn't thinking. Sam?" Dean asks concerned.

"I'm ok" Sam rasps tugging at his wrists, legs coming up to wrap around Dean, pulling him closer. "Hands. Touch" Sam whispers, head rolling towards Dean.

"No." Dean says getting into position. Hesitating he looks over his shoulder. "Are you sure he's prepped enough?"

"Yes" Castiel assures.

"Dean." Sam gasps, hips rocking up searching for friction.

"Fuck Sam" Dean gasps out.

"Yes" Sam moans

"Ease up a little, let me move around." Dean says pushing at Sam's legs.

Sam obeys instantly, trying to stop the little eager sounds escaping, already craving the closer contact.

Dean slides an arm around Sam hitching him up, angling for position with the other before slowly pressing in. Know Castiel told the truth when Sam gasps and rocks roughly to meet him.

Cursing, Dean grabs a hold of Sam's hips and thrust deep, thrill shooting through him at Sam's shout.

He loses himself in it, the feel of Sam around him, Sam's moans in his ear, tries to shush him when he get's loud. "Shh. Don't want to get kicked out before we're finished Sammy"

"Wont. Soundproof" Sam gasps.

"Yeah?" Dean asks surprised. "Well in that case" He works him harder, fucking into him fast and rough, relishing every scream Sam cant hold back.

He's riding the edge far before he's ready to be, fisting Sam's cock and urging him on. "C'mon Sammy. Come for me"

Sam shouts his name, screaming his release, tightening around him. Dean moans, thrusts becoming erratic, pleasure spiking, screaming Sam's name as he comes inside him.

He collapses on top of Sam, breathing roughly, struggling to stay conscious. Sliding a hand through Sam's hair he tugs Sam's head up to look at him. "You're mine Sammy" He says, tugging Sam closer.

"Yours" Sam whispers

Dean closes the distance, kissing Sam for the first time, sealing the deal. Slipping slowly free of Sam he goes to get a wet cloth to clean them up, not even looking when he hear the rustling of wings, seeing when he comes back that Castiel and the oil are gone.

Sam is laying boneless in the bed, wanting nothing more than to sleep for a week, he smiles softly when Dean cleans him up.

"God you're a mess" Dean whispers, jealousy stirring as he wonders how long Castiel had his Sammy at his mercy.

"Mm hm." Sam mumbles. "Untie me?"

Dean unties Sam carefully, rubbing his arms for a few minutes to help with any soreness, before laying down and pulling Sam into his arms. Tilting his head he kisses Sam long and deep. "You're not gonna get much sleep Sam" He says feeling need building again. It's gonna be a long night.