Day 7: Seven Minutes in Heaven

Christmas Day, last year. The boys had decided to bring Cas on a hunt to remove a ghost from a house in Eau Claire, Wisconsin. It hadn't been snowing that night, but the wind was whipping like a sonofabitch, dropping the temperature to below freezing with the wind chill.

Dean ordered Cas to keep watch at the car and to come in for back up if they weren't back in twenty minutes. Cas agreed readily and cranked the heat up in the Impala as he waited the predetermined amount of time in the comfort of the heated vehicle.

Upon entering the empty house, via Sam's impeccable lock-pick skills, the two boys soon discovered that it wasn't a ghost that was menacing the homeowners of the old Victorian era house, but a squatter that had been hiding in the attic and coming down to steal food unbeknownst to the family. Sam and Dean chased the man through the hallways and up two flights of stairs, gaining on him until they lost track of him in the study on the top floor.

Sam glanced around, as baffled as Dean looked, shining his flashlight into every corner. He finally spotted an out of place looking brass candleholder on the mantle of the fireplace, decorated with garland and ridiculously expensive looking stockings.

He nodded toward it and Dean followed his gaze. Words did not even need to pass between them for how in tuned they had become with one another, in every way imaginable. Sam knew they were looking at some sort of secret passageway and stepped forward with silent strides. Dean came to stand beside him, shooting Sam a gaze of absolute trust. Sam pulled the candleholder and immediately fumbled his flashlight to the ground when the two were suddenly spun around within the wall they were just standing in front of in some weird, real-life parody of a Scooby-Doo episode.

The dark enclosure they found themselves in didn't seem to have any other door leading out though and Sam started to panic a little. The man they were perusing must have taken another route and threw them off his trail; they had fallen for his trap.

But Dean was suddenly standing before him in the dark. Even though Sam could not see him, he knew each shape and curve of Dean's body and was acutely aware of the feel of him pressing in close.

"How're we gonna get out of here, Dean?" he asked, his voice suddenly rushed and trembling slightly.

Dean's hands were pushing up the front of Sam's shirt, rubbing comforting circles over his chest. "Shh, Sammy. It's okay. Cas is going to come looking for us here in seven minutes, not a minute more or less - you know how punctual he is. I think I have an idea of how we can help take your mind off of the wait."

Sam couldn't see Dean's face in that darkness but he could envision the wink that followed that sentence. "Okay," he acquiesced, letting out his nervously pent up breath.

"Ever heard of seven minutes in heaven?" Dean asked softly, still rubbing circles over Sam's chest.

Sam nodded, chuckling a little. "Yeah."

"Good," Dean said. His lips, a welcome warmth in the cold, were suddenly pressing against Sam's.

Sam got with the picture in an instant and suddenly their hands were all over each other and they were sharing saliva and each other's breath like they were in middle school all over again. The small enclosure captured their moans and bounced them back, the sound echoing down into Sam's core. He petted and pawed at Dean, entirely forgetting the tiny and cloistered room they were in.

And before he knew it, they were being swung back into the study room. Cas was standing there, holding out Sam's flashlight toward him, a slightly perplexed look on his face as he took in the disheveled state of the brothers.

Dean brushed by Sam with a chuckle, clapping Cas on the shoulder as he made his way out of the room. "Your heaven ain't got nothin' on mine," he said smugly.

Sam burst out laughing when the expression on Cas' face went from perplexed to completely dumbfounded.