Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or the characters thereof.

Warning: Wincest! Unrelated but as Pinfores now. Sam/Dean. Some language, graphic imagery. Sexual Content. Dark content. Violent scenes are included here.

If you don't like Wincest, don't read! I get graphic with most of my Wincest and I don't want to offend you.

Plot:

Sam and Dean go after the Demons Bobby sent them after.

Sequel to "Bobby's Angels"

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Sam and Dean drove to Scaric Falls, NY. A small suburban sprawl, with little shops and spas. Supposedly a getaway for the rich and touristy. As they drove through, they cuddled on the driver side and Dean commented it would be a nice vacation spot if they chose to go on one. Sam agreed, in the off season of course.

They found a place that rented cottages and got one for two days. They would pay for longer if they had to. Then they headed to a restaurant in town, to eat and do research. Boy, were they surprised when they hit the main part of town!

Little shops were now casinos and prostitutes walked everywhere. They got out at a place called Gilton's Deli and settled for subs. Eating at a place surrounded by half naked women didn't appeal to either of them, at least at the moment.

"Our only meal today, I take it?" Sam said, not really hungry.

"We can save it for later if we need to. I was going to ask around. Got those tourist expressions, ready, Sammy?" Dean asked, "Remember, empathize and try to care. Usually works." He knew Sam didn't really care about how witnesses felt half the time now, hell, most of it, but he knew Sam would try to fake it. He was good at that now. "You play lie detector, and I'll do the talking."

This usually worked. Sam was not swayed by crying people nor people playing on their sympathies, and truth be told, Dean wasn't either much. But both faked a good sensitive expression if it called for it. Dean knew when to, Sam just didn't care to know when to, so he let Dean do this part.

At the counter they struck up a conversation with a human, they could tell the demons from the human by scent and they gave off a demonic feeling. They figured they did too but neither really cared if they knew it or not. They used their powers and saw the contract on his soul, sighing. 'Poor guy, made the wrong deal there, buddy. Hope you got a something good in return,' Sam sent mentally. Dean just tried not to roll his eyes at his husband's cold comments. He wasn't wrong, just not very sensitive. At least he hadn't said them out loud. Sam was getting better at that.

Usually he just blurted it out. They were working on that and so far, they both weren't blurting out rude comments inspired by the stupidity of the people they interviewed.

"So what's up with this town? We thought it was a quieter place than this. My husband and I are on our honeymoon." Dean said taking Sam's hand and giving him a loving look then looking back at the man. "It was last time we came."

If anything the man looked paler than he had before they had come in. Apparently he wasn't dealing well with his deal, now they were really curious what he got in return for that deal.

"We tried something new, to drum up business. It seems to be working, don't you think?" The man said. Clearly lying.

"Hmmm." Sam said eyes narrowing. Dean could tell he was biting his tongue to not ask about the deal thing and use it get more information from the guy. Dean figured that would be plan B and mentally told Sam that. Sam agreed reluctantly and said nothing…for now.

"So we heard there were some deaths, scared us about coming back but we figured what the hell, we'd try. It's not your fault some people died here. It doesn't make it a bad place." Dean said, looking around the place, watching the man make their subs.

"Yeah, such a shame. We're hoping the killers get caught soon. It could really hurt this town's reputation." The man said softly. Eyes cold.

'As if being overrun with demons and souls owned by them didn't already ruin it. Yeah, right.' Both thought it, but did not say it. Good for them.

Instead they opted for honesty, then plan B.

"Look, we're picking up on your situation here." Sam said, reading his mind and getting his name instantly, "James. You sold your soul and while I can tell you aren't the only one in town that's done it, I have to ask. What exactly did you get in return?"

Dean just stood there, knowing Sam had waited as long as he could to not say it. Sam was still pretending to care, just not as much right now. Besides polite conversation wasn't getting them far at the moment.

"Who are you? How do you know this stuff? How'd you know my name?" The man said suddenly afraid. They removed their glasses and showed him their eyes, all glowing and bright.

"Demons, but good ones. So let us help. What is going on here? This place is a mess, why are there demons everywhere? Well, the bad ones. What happened to those people?" Sam continued and the man looked around to see if anyone was around. "Just pretend to make us sandwiches, James, and answer the questions."

"Not here, out back. In ten minutes, I'll take the trash out and meet you there. Be careful, they're everywhere." James said and made the subs, not letting on it was more than a business transaction.

"I wouldn't worry. They'll sense us as demons, probably already have. They're used to demons coming to town. They won't suspect anything." Dean said knowing it was probably true.

Ten minutes later, they met the man behind the deli and he told them everything.

A few months ago, some demons came. Soon they were making deals and possessing people. He had been the one of the ones to make the first to make a deal. He was dying of cancer and gotten more years out of it. Ten more years with his family.

'Touching, really. Ten years of happiness, hundreds of years of the worst tortures imaginable. Then the nasty black crème filling to fill you up and turn you demonic. Yeah, that was a great deal you got there. Loser.' Neither said it but Sam did think it and Dean wasn't inclined to disagree with the assessment. Deals with demons always end badly. Ask them, they were walking poster boys of it.

Three of the citizens weren't making deals or being possessed. So they were killed in front of everyone, as examples. This pissed them off, poor guys. They wrote down the names of the men killed and had the guy go back inside after getting head demon boss's name.

He asked if he was going to be okay. Was Hell really that bad? They assured him it was worse. He looked more afraid now. Neither felt bad for him, not too much. They would see what they could do. "Does Big D hold your contract?"

"Yeah, along with everyone's in town." James said, and sighed. "I'm screwed, aren't I?"

"Maybe not, not if we get him to release you guys from them. And that's a big if." Dean said and the man nodded sadly. "They usually are void if you kill the demon holding them."

"Good, then he's in the big gray house on Elm, it's the place covered in demons." James said, and sighed, "Will my cancer come back?"

'Now he asks, such a smart one we got here.' Sam thought to Dean, who hid a smile at his husband's comment but did not explain when the guy's look questioned his smile. He just ignored it. "Get back to work, act normal and we'll see what we can do." Dean said and they walked off, leaving the confused man watching them go.

Then they called Bobby and told him what they had found out.

"He said they weren't making deals nor being able to be possessed." Sam said, "That sounds odd to me. Without the anti-possession marks, they should have been able to be possessed."

"Not if they're fallen angels." Cas said suddenly from beside them. Neither demon jumped in surprise, just eyed him smiling. They used to jump and say personal space! Now he's one inch from Sam's face and the man wasn't even reacting. Yep, they were different. He missed it when they jumped now but still smiled back.

"So they killed them, these fallen angels. Then took over the town. That's not normal behavior for demons, Sam." Dean said and Sam nodded in agreement.

"What's going on here, Cas?" Sam said in annoyance, "This whole town is infected, the rest are owned through deals. We break the deals by killing the big bad one, and I guess fight our way out of town." He sighed, "I am caring about that, right?"

"Yes, baby, we are caring about that." Dean said and Sam shrugged, pretending to care more now. He only cared a little for the most part; hating demons was his past feeling. Now he just wanted to make them go away and die already, they were getting on his nerves. He wanted to get their stench from his nostrils.

'Okay. Let's do that." Sam said and then asked, "Do we have a plan?"

"I sure hope so." Bobby said through the phone, and sighed. "Be careful, boys, that place will be a damn fortress."

"We will. We can do this." Dean said. "We'll call when it's over."

"Do that." Bobby said. "Come back to me."

"Always." Sam said and hung up.

"You staying, Cas?" Dean asked. "We could use the help. There's close to a hundred demons out there, and we still have to get to the big bad one. We need him to reverse his deals."

"I'll help. You go get the big bad one. Me and Sam will get these ones. Meet you there." Cas said and the demons shrugged. It was a good plan.

"Be safe, Dean." Sam said "Don't make me come kill them to get you out, cause I will." He would, Dean knew that. Sam was just that crazy.

"I will." Dean said smiling, "Just hurry up and get there." He kissed Sam softly and Sam hugged him for a minute. "I'll be okay, baby. Just be safe, too, okay?" Sam kissed him back and touched his lips and jaw, "I will." Sam said.

"Don't be long." Dean said and let him go reluctantly. "I'll worry."

Then he ran off with the street map and then tossed it to Sam. Then he was gone. Now Sam and the angel pulled out their blades and let their wings show. Dark light shone from Sam, bright light shone from Castiel. They headed up the street and the crowd of gathering demons waiting for them. They must have sensed Cas's arrival. Oh, well. Sam was glad for the help. He just wanted to kill them all. Not in anger or rage, just because they were there and it was his job to kill them. Plus their smell burned his nostrils. Sulfur, he hated the smell of sulfur. He and Dean smelled like incense where most demons smelled of sulfur. Interesting.

By now they were approaching the demons, almost a hundred there. Sam smiled coldly as his killing calm hit him, his Hunter instincts taking over. Cas went into Heavenly Warrior mode and glowed like a star now. Sam got brighter too. They slashed and carved their way through them, using powers, super-strength, and blades to kill them. A few got in cuts and punches but mostly they just died from the onslaught of power the two beings threw at them. Sam's shoulder was dislocated halfway through and he had Cas use a demon to slam into it, putting it back in place at the same time.

"Thanks." Sam said calmly then went back to fighting. Soon most of them were dead and the rest had run away. Then they popped out and headed to Dean as fast as they could.

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Dean was having better luck, more or less. He had fought his way through the few outside and now found himself face to face with another round of at least twenty more demons. He just smiled and laughed, "Bring it on, fuckers!" Then he went in swinging and demons went flying left and right, flying into walls. His wings showed and he glowed, lighting the way as he fought through them, until they were dead by his blade and fists. He ended up in a room facing a small bald headed man with black eyes.

He looked confused at Dean's arrival.

"What are you? Demon but not demon. How is that?" The demon said as Dean advanced on it, his gold blade shining like a golden sun and he shone in gold and silver in the golden glow. He was resplendent now, looking like an angel but being far from it. His eyes glowed brighter now.

"I am Pinfore, Holy Demon of Light. One of two, you son of bitch!" Dean pressed his blade into the demon's neck and smiled coldly, "Release them from their contracts but let them keep the thing they made the deal for. Or I will make this really painful on you!" He pressed harder and could have sworn he heard a soul scream as he cut its skin there. The blade burned its skin as it touched it like a brand and the demon screamed now, along with its demonic soul. He realized their blades killed demons, not just hurt them, killed them, and destroyed them, like Ruby's knife had. Like the Colt had.

He smiled colder now, "Do it!"

The demon cried and opened its hands, making its eyes shine black and then stopped . "They're free, all of them. Now let me go!" As if that was ever an option, Dean chuckled, and thrust the blade home, burning it up like a pyre on the blade as it screamed. Then not even bones were left, just ash on the floor.

Then he trudged down the steps and saw Sam and Cas there at the door. He smiled proudly, and wiped his blade off on his pants, then hid it again magically. Sam had already hid his. Cas, too. All three of them were covered in blood and gore from the demons they'd fought. Sam winced as Dean checked him for injuries and Dean's eyes looked worried now.

"I'm okay. Just a shoulder I had to get popped back in place. I'll be healed in an hour." Sam said smiling as he leaned in and kissed Dean deeply, so glad he was okay. "I see you didn't need us after all." He looked at the bodies on the ground and shrugged. "Let's go home."

"Wait, baby, I'm hungry." Dean said and Sam grinned, knowing he didn't mean food wise either. Dean grinned as he saw that Sam got that, too. Cas just smiled at his friends.

"We should check the townspeople first." Cas suggested, someone in this group had to be conscientious. "Let them know the deals are voided."

"Good idea, Cas, I got distracted." Dean said and pulled Sam's hand away from his ass where it was doing things to his control now. "Sammy, let's do this first then we can molest each other all night, promise. We care if these people are okay, remember?" His eyes met Sam's cool ones and Sam nodded reluctantly, not really getting it but figuring Dean was right.

"Then I can fuck you into the trunk of our car?" Sam said hopefully and grinned, "I want to make you scream my name again, baby."

Okay, Dean had to admit he was tempted to let Sam do just that to him right now. Right after he tore of his pants and sucked that huge…Dean was now being tugged away by Cas and Sam followed. Cas saw them falling into lust again and had to get this done before he got stuck watching public demon sex…again. They'd already fucked three times on the way here, and damned if he didn't think they needed to learn control of this soon. He knew they wouldn't but an angel could hope, right?

Now they spoke with the others and sure enough they were fine and were hugged for saving them. The demons did let them know there were corpses everywhere and the townspeople said they'd burn them in the dump later. They gave them gifts and they went to their cabin now, to do what Cas had interrupted just now.

Cas headed to Bobby's to let him know they would be awhile, but the demons were taken care of. He didn't need to witness their sex now, too. He did smile and tell them goodbye, saying he'd see them later. They thanked him for his help, then Dean was yanked into the cabin by Sam and the door slammed shut on Cas.

Cas popped out immediately.

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Sam tore at their clothes and soon they were naked. He pressed Dean into the wall and kissed him hard. Dean returned it with equal fervor, growling demonically, like the animal he felt like right now, Sam doing the same back at him. Sam lifted his body and Dean wrapped his legs around Sam's waist and Sam slid into him, making him arch in pleasure. Now Sam fucked him hard into the wall, as Dean's back fell hard against the wall and his hands grabbed Sam's hair and pulled it painfully, pulling him closer to him. Now they kissed hard again and fucked even harder.

"Sammy…fuck…feel so good!" Dean gasped as he came for the third time and Sam still kept fucking him hard, "Don't you …damn…gonna die if you stop…so full of you!" He arched again with only Sam's hands to hold him up, his head back and eyes clenched as multiple orgasms slammed into him and he got lost in it.

Sam carried him to the bed and laid him on the bottom, pounding him harder now. Dean writhed and kept cumming for him as Sam pinned his arms over his head, kissing him hard and deep. Just as deep as he was now fucking him. Sam soon shouted and came repeatedly as well, and Dean screamed his name, over and over, spirally with him in ecstasy again.

Soon they lay on the bed and fought to catch their breaths.

Then Dean pushed Sam's legs apart and thrust in and took him hard, too. Getting hard on command. He fucked him for hours, all over the room. And against every wall. Cumming with shouts and screams too many times to count. The table broke under their combined weights and they kept going, lost in each other. Four hours later, they were done and lay cuddling on the bed, the only thing not broken in the room.

Then they did it all again, but gentler this time and did it all night, taking turns with each other, sucking each other occasionally now. More cries of "Oh, Sammy!" and "Damn, Dean!" flowed from them and by morning they were still going. When they were done they showered and left, leaving money for the broken things at the office with the key to the cottage.

Then they chose to drive home rather than pop home, wanting more time to fuck on the way home, not nearly done with each other yet.

Now the owners picked up the money and went to check the room. It was trashed but the money more than paid for the repairs so they weren't mad. Those men had saved their town and they couldn't find it in them to be mad at them for this. One trashed cottage in return for their souls back and their town demon free again, as well as the deals that had almost sent them all to Hell to become demonic torture toys. So yeah, one wrecked room and hundreds of lives saved. It all balanced out nicely.

Two demons and an Angel had saved them.

It had been a miracle.

Of course, when the press showed up, the people all developed amnesia about just who had saved them. Said nothing had happened, had no idea where the missing people went, and were all confused, the past few days foggy and a blank. They said they were fine and were interested in what had happened to them all. Of course, no one ever did. They burned the bodies and hid them with the trash at the dump. Then had repaired the town and now it was a quaint tourist town again, no gambling or prostitutes left in town. No demons or possessed people either.

They were safe and no one knew what those beings had done for them. And they were going to keep it that way.

James gave them a call and told them they were always welcome here, and they would get anything they needed for free if they came again. That they were very grateful to them. Bobby was brought to tears. Cas smiled proudly at them. Sam and Dean just shrugged, they'd done their jobs. It was all they cared about, that and each other of course. And the others.

For the most part, they let the others feel what they could not and accepted this as necessary. Kissing each other up to their bedroom and making love again, peeling their clothes off at the top of the stairs and leaving a trail to their room. Bobby just put in ear plugs and got busy finding them another case. Cas headed back to Heaven.

They had done well for damaged souls.

They were going to be fine Pinfores. They would protect the world.

They would keep it safe.

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