A Slave of Him

By: PhoenixJustice

Disclaimer: Supernatural is owned by Eric Kripke. I only own this story and make no profit from this.

Warning: M for language, sex, slash, incest, amnesia, mentions of supernatural things, (oh no, really?)

etc.

Pairings: Dean/Sam

Setting: Mid-S4, directly in the middle of the ep "It's A Terrible Life"

Summary: They started out with their memories forgotten, then comes along a little ghost, and some angels and memories return. That might have been the end of it. If they hadn't slept together first.

A/N: The response to this fic has been better than I ever expected. I just HAD to write up a fic from that episode. The muse demanded it, lol. Here is part two!

Enjoy!

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Part Two

The Road To Hell is Paved With Good Intentions

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He glares murder at the angel standing in front of him. "You stupid fuck, why didn't you think about that? About what could happen?!"

Zachariah looked the epitome of calm as he stood there in front of Dean, hands crossed and placed up against his stomach. He smiles blandly. "Is something the matter?"

"Stop with the fucking act," Dean roared, supremely pissed off. It was all directed at the angel, but a lot of it was for himself. Anger mixed with shame and many other emotions that he refused to acknowledge. "You had to have--done something." His voice ends in a shameful whisper, glancing away from the man.

"It's no act and I didn't do anything. And you know it," said Zachariah flatly. "I only took away your memories. What you chose to do, you did with your own free will. Our Lord God gave you free will. That is something that we angels cannot take away--except in the rarest and most dire of circumstances, and with a price at that."

He stands up straighter and Dean could feel his gaze burning into him, knowing he was, even though he himself was not looking at him.

"So what is your issue? Ashamed are you?" The angel's tone took on a hint of amusement. "Because of what happened with your--"

"That is enough, Zachariah."

Dean does look back this time, head jerking up at the sound of the familiar voice. Castiel stood, clad as always in overcoat and frowning faintly. Zachariah turns as well at the sound of the voice.

"Ah, hello Castiel," said Zachariah. "I do not see what the issue is. I was merely speaking a fact."

"And the fact of the matter is, you need to shut your damned mouth," growled Dean, anger once again rising at the stupid little tone the man took. "Angel or not, I could give a rat's ass, but you say one more word about any of that--"

Zachariah merely waves a hand. "No offence. Just a reminder, of sorts." He turns to Castiel. "It was good to see you again, Castiel. I was sorry to hear about your recent run-ins. The fact that even Uriel succumbed to this madness, well, I couldn't believe it. If you wish to have another in your journey...?"

Castiel shakes his head. "No, it's...fine. I will be fine. Send the others my regards when you see them."

Zachariah nods, but frowns. "Well at the rate things are going, you might see them soon enough to tell them yourself." He nods at Dean. And disappears.

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Sam lets out a breath, relief coursing through his veins. He was finally gettting away from here. Well, not just him, but Dean as well. They were meant, either of them, for this kind of life. The nine-to-five kind of life just did not work for them. It was boring. And a kind of insult. He was meant for more, to do more, be more. Just as Dean was.

He walks down the hallway to Dean's former office, footsteps halting as he approaches, hearing shouting inside. He pauses, waiting. He couldn't quite make out what was being shouted, or who was doing the shouted, but he figured it was smarter to step back from whatever it was and wait for it to be over. If it was anything bad, he would know about it.

A minute passes, and finally the shouts subside.

And then the door opens inward.

He walks forward.

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Castiel disappears, leaving Dean standing there all alone. He shakes his head and heads over to the door, pausing for a moment, before opening it up. He turns to look to his left and his breath catches in his throat as he sees Sam walking his way. Sam...once nothing but long limbs and eternally lanky, had filled up quite a bit in the last little while. He looked nicely tanned from the sun (not the stupid orange jobs that you got when you artifically tanned) and Dean knew...from experience...that the tan was over his whole body, not just certain parts.

...from experience.

It was...wrong.

Very wrong.

He attempts to smile back as Sam smiles at him, while inside he felt disgusted with himself. He wondered what roller coaster of emotions that Sam was going through as well. He had to feel disgusted with the situation. Dean knew he had to as well. And he did to an extent, but...

Yes, he was damned.

Because he had enjoyed it? Maybe. But that wasn't the worst part.

The worst part was...he wanted to have that again. Have that with Sam. Be with Sam.

Yes...damned he was. He didn't think that screwing your brother was looked upon too lightly by...whatever was up there. God, Gods, Goddesses, either way, it was bad news. (And it was much easier to believe in the wrath of the Devil than it was to believe in God, a benevolent one at that. A vengeful God was a much easier pill to swallow for him, because he knew all too well how the world worked. It sucked.)

"Sam, I--"

"So! Ready to hit the road, Smith?" Sam said, grinning at him, all but bouncing with excitement.

"I think you can drop the Smith bit. I mean, after everything--"

"Ah," Sam said, interrupting. Was that...a blush on his brother's face? "Yeah, about that..."

"Sam--"

"I don't make it my business to sleep around, Dean. And I've never slept with a man. But you are...I don't know...special. I..." He swallows. "I enjoyed it."

Dean shakes his head, heart thundering in his chest. "But, don't you see why we can't? I mean, for god's sake, Sam you're--"

"A man, I know. But that isn't enough reason to..." Sam stops, looking closer at Dean's face. "What is it? What's wrong?"

All Dean could do was stare at Sam.

Sam still didn't remember!

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A/N: Hee hee! The twist at the end! I hope it wasn't too expected! I wanted to make it a good surprise. I planned that twist almost from the beginning. Ooh...who knows what'll happen next! (Wait a minute, *I* do. XD)

I hope you all enjoyed this!

Let me know what you thought!

--PhoenixJustice