A/N: Sorry it took so long to post, and thanks to my new beta on livejournal: betahimetsukiko

Loving Sam

Part 4

"I'll say this, you're stubborn," said the demon.

Dean glared at Azazel, who merely smiled and wiped away the blood from the corner of the hunter's mouth.

"How you doing over there kiddo?" the demon then called over his shoulder to his accomplice.

There was grunt followed by a loud crash, and Azazel chuckled before turning his attention back to the hunter pinned to the floor, who watched as Bobby was thrown across the room.

"Now what I'm going to do with you?" the yellow-eyed demon mused.

"Bite me" Dean growled.

"Kinky, but no," Azazel replied.

Azazel raised his hand, smirking when Dean began screaming, his body writhing in pain; behind him he heard similar screams. Who knew that Jake would become such a good student?

"You know," Azazel then said, voice rising above the screaming, "once I'm done here I might go pay a visit to Sammy and work out some...frustrations I've been having lately, because let me tell you, Jake can be a pain in the ass. No offensive Jake".

Suddenly both Azazel and Jake were sent flying away from the two humans, stopping the torture instantly.

"Dean!" was shouted into the night.

There was more shouting, and strong bursts of light, hands were grabbing hold of him, and a familiar haunting scent beckoned to Dean, as the world began to grey around him.

"S-S-Sammy," Asked Dean.

Beloved hazel eyes were the last thing Dean saw before everything went dark.

"Sam," there came a call from the hallway.

Said human looked away from his brother's prone form to the Angel in the doorway.

"Ellen says dinner's ready" Balthazar stated.

"Not hungry," Sam replied.

"Alright, then, you tell her that" snarked back the angel.

Sam smirked, "Scared of a little human woman, oh great warrior of God," he asked.

"Yes," he said seriously.

Sam chuckled, "I'll be down in a minute".

The hunter then turned back to his brother. Ever since they'd rescued his brother, Bobby, and Ellen from Azazel and Jake, the older Winchester had refused to wake up, even though Castiel, having healed the humans, reassured Sam that his brother was fine.

"I'll only be gone for a little bit," he promised Dean.

No answer was given, but Sam smiled as though there was before following the angel down stairs; when he entered the kitchen Castiel and Bobby were already seated and Ellen was serving dinner.

"Sit sown and eat before it gets cold," Ellen said.

Sam did as instructed; nearly choking as he shoveled his food into his mouth so he could get back to Dean sooner. Castiel, who was picking at his food (He had informed Ellen Harvell that angels didn't require sustenance but she was insistent) stared at Sam.

"Slow down Sam, or you'll choke" Ellen said scolding.

Castiel wasn't sure whether Sam slowed down or not, he was about to say something when a noise from upstairs made him and everyone else freeze. Footsteps shuffled around, thumps were made, and then the stairs creaked.

"Damn, Bobby what hap—"

Dean froze mid sentence, his deep green eyes focusing on the young man at the table who stared back at him with equal shock, though his was mixed with happiness.

"S-Sammy," Dean finally said questioningly.

Sam stood from his seat, "Hey Dean" he said, voice tight with emotions.

Dean approached him, pausing to give Bobby a questioning look and, when the elder Hunter nodded, Dean wrapped his arms around his brother, burrowing his face into his brother's shirt to take in the familiar and long missed scent.

"Sammy," he affirmed.

Dean's voice was hitched and watery, his shoulders shook as he held his baby brother in his arms for the first time in what seemed like a century.

"Sammy," continued the mantra.

If Sam noticed that his shirt was starting to get wet he didn't say anything as he held his brother just as tightly.

"Sammy," Dean whimpered once more, his face wet with tears.

"So, what are you going to do now?" Balthazar asked his brother as they stepped onto the porch.

The two Angels and humans had left the kitchen to give Sam and Dean their moment alone.

"The best thing to do now is look for Azazel," Castiel answered.

When they arrived at the Chapel, they were able to stop Jake and Azazel from killing Dean, Bobby and Ellen, they unfortunately weren't able to stop them from opening the door to Lucifer's cage, though Sam did kill Jake before the angels whisked the humans away from the chapel.

"That's not what I meant," Balthazar said in exasperation, "though we should probably do that too, what I meant was, what are you going to do now that Dean's back in the picture with Sam,".

Castiel said nothing for he didn't know how to answer his brother. Yes Sam said he wanted to be with him and Dean, but the Angel had a feeling that the older Winchester did not want to share, and to be honest neither did Castiel.

"Ah," Balthazar said in understanding of the silence.

About an hour later Sam was calling the angels and other hunters back inside.

"Dean, this is Castiel and Balthazar, they helped me rescue you and looked after me in Heaven," Sam introduced when the angels appeared in the kitchen. Both Sam and Dean's eyes were red but neither angel said anything about it.

Dean looked away from the angels to Sam in shock, "You were in Heaven?" he asked.

"Yes, where did you—you thought I was in Hell?"

Castiel's grace pulsed angrily at the thought of Sam being anywhere but in Heaven, and he found himself glaring at the older human, especially when Sam gave his brother a hurt look.

"It wasn't that I—the demons- they kept saying you were down there, that Heaven wouldn't let you in with the demon blood, and…you know what my thoughts have always been on God and Heaven…and…well they haven't changed a bit; angels are dicks"

"Excuse me?" Balthazar said offended, while Castiel's glare darkened.

Sam laughed out right.

After the introductions, Sam managed to keep the three of them from destroying Bobby's house and killing each other. Castiel and Balthazar left soon there after, though not before placing sigils on all of their ribs for protection from the angels who they were sure would try to force or coerce the brothers into becoming vessels for their intended Archangels.

The moment the brothers entered their usual room, Sam was pushed onto the bed roughly.

"Dean?"

Dean straddled his brother and kissed him hard, Sam began to moan and tilt his head back when his brother's lips trialed down from his jaw to his neck.

"Dean," Sam gasp out when a sensitive part was laved with attention.

Dean growled deeply as his hands worked their way underneath his brother's shirt, fingers caressing skin before playing with hardened nipples.

"God, Dean I—"Sam trailed off with a whimper when his brother tugged at his sensitive areola, and bit at his neck promisingly.

Dean pulled back to take off Sammy's shirt, throwing the clothing over his shoulder, uncaring of where it went as he licked at one of his brother's nipples again, getting a mewl of pleasure in response. Sam was arching back now, Dean's hand gripping his head to keep him still; his nipples always were really sensitive.

Dean began tugging at the harden bud with his teeth before suckling it into his mouth, reveling in the sounds his little brother made in ecstasy.

"Dean wait—I just remembered—oh," cried Sam.

Dean gave the nipple one last suck before pulling away and looking at his flushed lover.

"Can't it wait?" Dean asked, as he had bad a feeling that whatever his brother was going to tell him was something that he wouldn't like (Winchester luck after all), and all he wanted to do at that moment was feel his brother, to touch his Sammy and know that all this was real.

Sam must have seen it somewhere on his face, for he nodded then tugged off his older brother's shirt before kissing him. Happy with the development Dean kissed back, growling when Sam's larger hands caressed his chest. At some point jeans and boxers came off and Dean was pushing his lubed fingers inside of his brother, pressing against the sensitive gland within Sam, turning his brother into a whimpering mess.

"Dean," Sam moaned, arching into the fingers, "please, in me! Get in me now," he begged.

And what kind of big brother would he be to say no to that?

Pulling his fingers out with a slick pop, Dean smirked when his brother's long legs wrapped around his waist. After lubing his cock quickly, Dean pushed himself in, groaning at the vice like heat surrounding him.

"God, Sammy," Dean groaned, pushing in until he was balls deep inside his brother.

Sam gasped as Dean began to pull out and then push quickly back in; eyes rolling back as his brother hit his prostate repeatedly.

"Faster," he demanded.

Soon the room was filled with nothing but muffled grunts and moans, the bed creaking and the scent of their love making filling the air. His hands ran over the tanned body before him, his lust filled eyes watched the flustered face beneath his own, observed as eyes fluttered closed, and the way his lover threw his head back each time he thrust in, hitting that wonderful spot over and over again.

He brother, his Sammy, was so beautiful.

Dean grabbed hold of the throbbing erection Sam was sporting and began to pump it in time with his thrusts, causing his lover to come heavily, Dean's name on his lips. He cursed when the walls of Sam's entrance began to tighten around him, his thrust became more frenzied, until finally Dean came inside Sammy deep and hard; his hot seeds spilling into the body beneath him.

Sam grunted when Dean's hard body collapsed on top of him but one of his hands came up to run his fingers through Dean's short blonde hair as the both of them bathed in the afterglow. Sam, while content and sated began to worry. He thought about Castiel and how he hadn't yet told his brother about the relationship he had formed with the angel while he was in Heaven.

As usual things in their lives were more complicated than strictly necessary and Sam was not looking forward to the eventual pissing match his lovers would likely get into over him. So, for the moment, Sam merely lay in the arms of his first lover while he dosed into unconsciousness; he would worry about how Dean and Castiel would react to one another when he wasn't so boneless.

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