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The scent of moss and pine surrounds them, sweet and sharp, the fresh dirt underneath it stirs childhood memories of hot summer sun, cool lake water flowing over sunburnt shoulders, and hamburgers roasted over charcoal-

Dean breathes in deep, fills his lungs with the fragrance, lets it flow over him, wants the calm of it to work inside him, to stop the frantic butterflies that are thudding against his ribs, to ease the raw hunger and desperate need that's twisting in his gut.

Waited so long for this, denied himself, shoved his feelings so far down inside, he'd lost himself, become cold, hard, because it was what Sam wanted that mattered, what Sam needed-

But now-

Well, now Sammy's back with him, looking at him like Dean's the strongest man in the world, like he's Sam's hero, and all bets are off, the love he's hidden and kept tightly coiled inside is set free, flooding through every nerve ending of his body and he can feel the hot sparks of lust take him over, can barely keep still because the trembling excitement is making him weak-kneed, the smell of Sam's skin enough to break him.

It's fresh soap and aftershave, flannel and fleece, and underneath that, a honeyed scent that's just for him, his baby brother, warm sunshine and sweet meadow grass, everything beautiful in the world, clean and pure. Dean wants to bury his nose in the warm curve of Sam's neck, just there, where his hair is the thickest and the scent is strongest, inhale it forever because it's everything he's ever wanted, it's home, it's love and it shatters him because he could happily drown there, immersed in the heady fragrance, forget the hunt, forget everything but Sam-

Wants to feel his brother all over him, the long length crushing Dean down, holding him while those big hands roam over his bare skin, squeezing and groping, wants Sam to be rough with him, to manhandle him, to rip his jeans off and roll him over, ass up and presented, without permission, without asking.

And just do it, for Christ's sake, take him, fill him up so good that Dean will never be the same and then he'll finally be Sam's, totally and completely and fuck, he wants that more than anything.

And it's that part that's freaking Dean the hell out, the fact that he wants Sam to-

Jesus, wants Sam to fuck him. In the ass. With Sam's cock.

In his ass.

Holy shit.

Can't even believe he wants that, he's goddamn Dean Winchester, the one in charge, always, and he calls the shots, he's in control, and he's never once, not one time, allowed anything inside his ass, even when chicks have tried, telling him fingering his prostate could bring a mighty orgasm, he'd refused, never even had the slightest urge to go there, to explore that.

So what the fuck? Why is he even considering this? He's seen Sam's dick, up close and personal and his brother is freaking hung, goddamn huge and there's no way Dean can take that into any part of his body.

But fuck, he wants to.

Wants to so much, for his own sake, in his own heart, but also wants to give this to Sam, let Sam take him-

Loves Sam so much and they've shared everything together, good and bad, Dean's given his brother all of himself, everything he is and this is the last thing he can share, the last gift he has to offer and God, he burns for this-

Wants Sam to see him taking it, the sweat and blood and tears of it, wants Sam to know how much he craves this, how deep this is for him, let his brother know him intimately, like no one else in the world will ever know him.

And their bind together would be infinite, forever, the last thing to fuse them, melt them into one-

But he's goddamn terrified.

Of giving up control, of allowing someone else to call the shots, make choices for him. Scared shitless, truth be told, to have someone hold him down, someone just as strong, just as big – hell, bigger – than he is.

Knows it's Sam, his brother who loves him, who would never hurt him, knows that, in his heart of hearts-

But damn.

And then it crystalizes in his head and he knows the truth. Almost sobs out loud with it, because he can't do this, he just can't take that last step and let Sam have him, he just…

He's Dean fucking Winchester. In charge, always, tightly controlled and this? Letting Sam fuck him? Letting Sam lay his heavy body on top of him, smothering Dean, not letting him breathe, not letting him free-

Ain't never gonna happen.

And his brother is gazing at him adoringly, love pulsing out of his soft eyes, can feel the gentle hands moving up his back in a sweet caress, pink mouth begging for Dean's kiss and he wants to scream with frustration, wants this so bad and just wishes he could break, let himself have-

Almost sobs with it because he can't. And he hates himself more than he ever has before because he's pathetic, afraid-

And the bitch of it is, he's gotta tell Sammy, spill his guts and tell the truth, but what if-

What if he stops loving Dean? What if his hero worship turns, changes to pity, to disgust? What if he leaves Dean here, broken and ashamed, curled up on the forest floor, discarded and lost-

"Sammy." Dean's voice is a hushed whisper, the scared waver in it making him cringe because it's weakness, pure and simple and Dean Winchester doesn't do weak, doesn't do scared-

And his brother's soft eyes search his face, see everything right there because he's never been able to hide shit like that from Sam, not real, life-changing shit, and Dean shifts his gaze, the flush of shame rising hot in his cheeks, knows he's a wuss that can't take it, and it pisses him off, simmers anger in his gut, makes him mad as hell-

"Fuck, Sammy-" He grits it out, keeping his eyes locked just over Sam's shoulder, can't meet the questioning look but he needs to get this fucking said, "I-I..."

"Hey." Sam's gentle voice cuts him off, loving fingertips brushing against his cheekbone and he doesn't want to look,doesn't want to know thatSam hates him-

"Look at me." It's a soft order, enough to make Dean jerk his eyes back, catch Sam's and it's understanding flowing there, a loving acceptance staring back at him, his brother's words filling his heart with peace, with ease because Sammy's okay with it, no matter what- "It's okay, Dean, no worries, man…we'll get there. Even if you're not ready now, you might be someday and I'll be waiting, right here because you-you're worth waiting every second for. "

And Dean's humiliation falls away, washed clean by Sam's love, it flows around him, envelops him in the sweet embrace, knows he's not worthy of it but damn glad Sam thinks he is-

And it shatters him even more when his brother shakes his head, gaze earnest and sure, "Wasn't gonna do it now, anyway, not here, because it'd be…casual, nothing special, would've felt like it didn't matter and it damn well matters, Dean, you fucking matter. More than anything else in the world and not gonna cheapen this, I- wanna plan it, make it special, gonna love you so good, man, want to touch you, taste you , all night long and just…show you how beautiful you are and how much I love you and-"

Sam's voice cracks and breaks but Dean hears, every word and it fills his heart, makes him feel like a king because he has Sam's love and maybe he's not such a fuck-up, maybe he's not such a loser-

And his brother is rolling him over, long legs tangling with his, strong hands moving over him even as Sam slides on top, half-slips off to keep most of his weight leveraged away so Dean can breathe, doesn't feel suffocated or scared, like he thought.

Feels safe in Sam's arms.

The rest of Sam is blanket-warm, covering Dean like he's made for it, like he belongs there and now there's a nuzzling of nose where Dean's most sensitive, just under his ear and along his neck, the breath wuffling and trembling down his spine, turning him stupid because the wave of desire that just swept through him is hot and pulsing-

His t-shirt is lifted, pushed up and off, and he raises his arms to help, leaving them there as Sam gazes down at him, letting his brother see him, shivering as a gentle breeze wafts across his flesh, skin goose pimpling and he watches Sam's eyes go dark as he stares at Dean's body, drinks his fill-

"God, Dean, look at you, just-" And the grey-green eyes slide back up to his, the want in Sam's gaze trembling through his gut, it tears him wide open, vulnerable and needy and fuck, he yearns-

Can't believe Sammy, his Sammy, is finally looking at him like that, like he's desired, coveted, burned for-

Almost jerks out of his skin when Sam bends his head and a warm mouth covers one nipple, Sam's wicked tongue electric, hissing hotwire and the playful bite that nips in, turns him hard and aching, makes Dean see fucking stars-

"Jesus!" His voice is guttural, torn from his soul and it's all he's ever wanted, Sam touching him like this, sweet heaven, and his head falls back of its own accord, exposing his long slope of throat even as his eyes close so he can focus on the caress, on the sweet languid slide of it-

Dean dimly realizes he's got his fingers curled into Sam's long hair, soft whimpers urging him on even as the tongue that's dancing over his skin leaves a trail of sizzling nerves and wet slick, delicious and tantalizing, prickling over his fevered skin and making him shudder, his cock standing at attention, straining and pushing against his jeans and Jesus, can't take much more of Sam's mouth on him.

His nipples are swollen hard, so sensitive that the very air is teasing them and he catches his breath as Sam's fingers trail lightly over his skin, his wrists, inside his elbows- which are sensitive as a fuck, by the way – the curve of his underarm where it connects to his body, the caress making him shiver and moan, turning him steamy, almost frantic and when those freaking fingers skim over his ribs, down his sides and settle in on his hips, well-

He's damn near combusting, hot flames flicking through, turning him tense, his dick throbbing, begging and the noises he hears himself making are filthy, torn from his throat without consent, can't stop even if he wanted to, it's more than him, it's everything in the world, the sharp longing, the aching need and Sam's touch fills him, frees him and makes him beg for more-

"Sammy, God, feels so good, love when you-fuck, your tongue, holy shit, just, yeah, yeah, right there, just, God, Sam, can't even, ahhhh, mmmmm, yeah, there…Fuck, touch me, please, just fucking touch me, need you to-Unnnggghhhh….."

And the butterfly touches are skimming along his stomach, just above his waistband, making the hairs stand up, sending twitches of hunger shaking through him and Jesus, he sounds like a freaking girl, squealing and whimpering, cuts himself off fast when Sam unbuttons and unzips him-

Doesn't even dare to breathe as a hot hand reaches in, pulls out his aching cock, Sam's fist wrapped tight and he's being jerked off, so fucking fast it rips his brain apart and he's lost, stuttering like an idiot, hips helplessly fucking up into the wicked hand that's owning him right now-

And OhMyFuckingGodFinally-

Almost screams with it, chokes it off at the last minute and it hisses out of him, as his dick is dragged up and down, freaking perfect, and he feels himself climbing fast, the wave sweeping through, clenching his belly and drawing his balls up tight, "Oh, God, Sam, Oh, God, Sam, Unnnnggghhh…"

Knows it ain't gonna be long, another couple of pulls and that's gonna be all she wrote, he's been denying himself way too long, with just his own fist for company, and fuck, he's gonna come so good-

Blood is roaring through his ears, can't hear a thing, can only focus on Sam's hands, on Sam's tongue-

Feels Sam's muttering against his throat, and the words fill him up, make him forget his own name, so caught up in the heat in his dick, in the sweetness of Sam that he can't even be coherent, the moan from his brother filling him completely-"Wanna taste you…know we can't do anything but fuck, have to, just-been dreaming about it for years, how you'd taste, how you'd sound when I-please, Dean, let me, fuck, you gotta let me-"

And his jeans are yanked down and off, shorts ripped down and hanging by one ankle as hands behind his thighs push up, shoving his knees to his chest, fingers on his ass cheeks spreading wide and he's wiggling his hips, desperate to get away because what the fuck is Sam doing, Dean already told him he couldn't!

The bolt of fear that shoots through his gut has him struggling, reaching down to frantically push Sam away when he feels it-

What-what is that? It's wet and light, a soft patter on his sensitive hole and he clenches down, tries to identify it-

And awareness flows through even as his body responds, the roil of pleasure flooding through his trembling legs, the frantic thud of his heart so loud, he can almost hear it in the air-

Because, holy fuck, it's Sam's tongue, licking at his trembling hole, hot wet tickles that lap and swirl and dance over his virgin entrance, hot lava down there, liquid fire flowing along his nerve endings that are even now jolting, misfiring-

"Oooohhh, Sammy. OhhhhMYGod, Sam, holy fuck!"

Like he's dying inside, ebbing and sliding away, dizzy and disoriented, and it doesn't matter, all the times he said no to a finger in his ass…because this-this is fucking awesome and all he wants is more, so much more-

His brother's incredible tongue, going deeper with each slide, fingers spreading him impossibly wide so he can taste more, lick in further-

His legs are shaky-weak, he's got his fingers digging into his thighs, pulling himself open and he can't believe he's here, spread wide willingly while the sweet delight that's happening inside his body is pinging and jerking through him, curling his toes and making him whimper for more.

When the fingers penetrate, slide into his ass easy-peasy, it's a no-brainer because he needs this, of course he does, needs Sam's incredible touch inside him, making him babble like an idiot, hears himself begging Sam to keep going, the burn of it shivering through him, melting him with hungry need. Sam's working in his index and middle finger together, going knuckles deep right alongside that tortuous, delicious tongue that's making happy, slurping noises like Dean's the best thing he's ever tasted-

And ripping sobs of pleasure from Dean's throat-

Dean spreads his legs wider in encouragement, loving the languid push and pull as he's stretched, worked open by the stiffened tongue that even now is poking deep inside, sampling flavors in him no one else in the world has ever savored and fuck, didn't know it could be like this-

Trembling-sweet, waking up nerve endings Dean didn't even know he had-

Until the sudden crook of fingers and Holy Shit!

It's a sizzling fuse, burning up his back, seizing his balls and he stiffens, can't even fucking deal with the hot-white lust that just consumed him, it's all he knows, clouding his brain and narrowing his vision to just this, Sam's hair tickling his thighs, face buried between his legs, hot eyes burning lust into his and that mouth, those fingers-

Fuck, it's pure heaven.

And Sam keeps hitting that sweet spot inside him again and again, making him buck and jerk-

Dean starts stuttering and begging, cupping hands behind his knees and pulling himself so wide, his thighs scream in protest, can't even believe he's spreading himself like this, baring himself so completely, "Oh-ooohhhh, fuck, Sammy, n-need, need, please…"

Tense and desperate, knows he's a pathetic mess, controlled by his brother's maddening tongue and fingers that are even now spearing into him, searing through his every nerve and making him shout with pleasure, and the dark thrills open the floodgates of a frantic hunger that rushes through, wants more, wants Sam to keep going, take him there and show him the rest, teach him all the beauty of this-

Wants to be fucked and fucked hard. Want's Sam's cock, plunging in, no regrets and no excuses-

It's too much and he turns away from it, eyes closed in shame, flushed in humiliation, already told Sam they can't, that he can't, so what the fuck's he doing? Never expected to feel like this, be so freaking hungry for it, but damn, Sam's tongue, it's-

Can't help it, it's turning him wanton, pathetic and so fucking weak.

"Look at me." The voice from below is muffled but sure, commanding, and his eyes snap open, cling to Sam's dark ones burning into him, couldn't look away if his life depended on it, watches as Sam licks a long stripe over his grasping hole before placing a lingering kiss there, "Don't you do that, Dean, you've got fucking nothing to be ashamed of so stop looking like I just killed your puppy and let yourself freaking have this."

And Sam sounds almost angry, bends his head and sucks hard, shooting yearning desire through Dean's belly and netting a bark of yesneedmore from his throat and fuck, could he be anymore turned on?

What the fuck could possibly be hotter than his little brother, between his legs, sucking at his hole and liking it-

Sam's words surround him, fill him like nothing else and he feels himself relax into the touch, letting himself enjoy the sensations without guilt, without fear, "I want this, dammit! You-you taste like sweet honey, everything I ever wanted and fuck, just want more now, want your come in me, on me, want to swallow you down, get filled with it-"

Sam's hands are against the back of his thighs, pushing him over further and he's curled tight as a ball, ass upturned for Sam's attention, legs hanging over his face and he's staring at his own hard dick bobbing near his mouth. Balanced on his shoulders, he clutches his knees as his brother dives in, tongue-fucks him hard, Sam's mouth glued to his twitching entrance, sucking and licking, like he wants to yank out Dean's soul out through his ass-

"Mmmmm, so fucking…God, Dean, shit! Touch yourself, need to see you, please!" Sam's growl is muffled against his flesh, garbled by the tongue digging deep into his hole but he feels every word in his skin, a sweet tremor across his spine, "Jesus, so goddamn hot, just want to fucking eat you alive! Don't you come yet! Want that sweetness all for myself, want you shooting all you got down my throat, want you to watch me take it."

And he can barely talk as he tries to obey because his orgasm is right there, and he's gonna blow just from Sam's tongue, from those decadent fingers, the wave rising and cresting, sweeping over him and it's all he can do to cry out, "S-Sam, gonna-gonna come! Oh, fuck, oh, Jesus-"

Hasn't even managed to grab his dick, gonna blow just from Sam's tongue, from those twisting fingers-

And Dean's bucking hard, the surge flooding through, consuming him and he feels it break, tries to warn Sam again, but it's beyond him, too much and he's done, just done-

Explodes and starts shooting, his balls a trembling clench, the release almost makes him cry with the beauty of it and fuck, yes!

"Ahhhh, Ahhh!" Dimly feels himself dropped to the ground, a hot, wet surrounding his jerking cock like a soft, welcoming vacuum, sucking and swallowing, even as those delicious fingers keep darting in, pinging into his prostate like they have radar-

"OhmyGod, ohmyGod, fuck!" It's all he can say, gratitude and love and freaking relief all rolled up into his prayer and he feels himself sucked dry, wet licks and sweet kisses and he's gone to heaven, knows he has because he's never been so fucking happy, so goddamn sated-

His Sammy. His. Sucking him so good, tasting him…it's insane, sharp and bright and it leaves him on the edge, quivering with desire, with love because his brother is an incredible lover, beautiful and giving and so goddamn perfect!

Sam slides his tongue up and around the head of Dean's dick once more, earning a gasp from too-sensitive flesh before kissing the soft tip, his voice guttural, fucked out, like he's reached the edge and is hovering there, "God, gotta-"

And Dean hears the zipper slide, the chink of belt buckle and then the slip-slap of flesh on flesh, feels it against his ass, Sam crowding in close, heat swirling around him and then his brother's right there, hard and naked, sliding up and down his crack, pushing Dean's ass cheeks together, so he's surrounding Sam's cock, blanketing him-

Sam scoops up some of Dean's come and slicks himself up, making it more and lush and awesome-

And so dirty, so good, it's enticing, titillating and he whines, even as Dean reaches down with a hand to pet the velvet tip of dick that's peeking through, thumb sliding over the dripping slit with each thrust in, his other hand groping down for Sam's nipple and tickling, pinching at the sweet bud and Sam gives a sharp gasp of pleasure, arches his chest into Dean's touch-

"Fuck, Dean, FUCK!" It's whined out, helpless as Sam shivers once and bursts, shooting hot seed all over Dean, covering the inside of his ass cheeks as Sam keeps sliding in and out, making him slippery wet, shivering with passion and so fucking in love with his brother, he can't breathe with it-

"Shit, Sam, c'mere" And he's hauling Sam in close, wants to feel that heart beat against his own, the trembling underneath Sam's flesh matches his and he slows his breathing, adjusts it to Sam's and hangs on tight as they recover, loves the warmth against him, the hard body, the hug that wraps around him.

All he's ever wanted, right here, holding his brother, loving his brother, finding everything he's ever dreamt of in the safety of Sammy's arms.

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Sam settles into the driver's seat because Dean's done, beyond exhausted, can barely walk, legs weak and shaking, and when the buzz of Dean's cell goes off, harsh in the shared quiet, it makes them both jump-

And exchange a look of knowing because it's been there before, having gone off a couple of times during the awesome freaking ass rimming his incredible little brother just laid on him and they'd both ignored it, caught up in loving on each other-

But now, Dean can't ignore it now, nope, his balls are sated, dick happy as all hell and he's gotta get back to the reality.

Hefts a big sigh, reaching back to fumble in his pocket, pulling out his phone, thumbing it open and his voice is sex-rough, hoarse with afterglow, "Talk to me."

And the tone in his ear, in his head, penetrates like nothing else can, it's Bobby's voice, crisp and authoritative, a father's voice, expecting immediate obedience, "Dean? Get your ass back here right now! We got issues, princess…there's a job in Oklahoma, a sprite that's causing twisters, least that's what it sounds like and you and Sam need to put your shit away and act like the Goddamn hunters you are and deal with your other crap later-"

The phone cuts off, hangs up and his heart starts pounding with fear, with anticipation and he's certain, sure as he can recite his own name…

Bobby knows.

#

"So Bobby knows." Sam's matter-of-fact tone is bullshit, he's freaking out, they both are at what Bobby heard and how he's gonna react. He's almost their dad, closest thing they got now, and he's their voice of reason when crazy is all around them and they freaking care what he thinks, okay?

"Seems like." Dean tries for casual but there's a tremor under his words and he's freaking worried because he can't lose Bobby, they can't, and he's freaking out right now that Bobby will take one look at them and kick their asses out, disgusted and mortified-

When their only crime is loving each other too much.

"You know what? I think we should just let him lead on this, right? I mean, if he wants to bring it up, act on it, let him and then we'll deal with it when it comes. He-I mean, it's not like we're gonna stop, right? We're in this together, right, for good now? Aren't we, Dean? "

And Sam's eyes are pleading scared, wants to keep this going but doesn't want Bobby to hate them, doesn't want Dean to call a halt to this because of Bobby and he's clinging, hanging on, asking for the impossible-

Dean nods, gives it to him because he can't do anything else, not with Sam looking at him like that, "In it for good, Sammy. For always."

And Bobby's just gonna have to deal.

#

It had been damn uncomfortable, no two ways about it, with Bobby not meeting their eyes and both of them clearing their throats, hemming and hawing-

It was a relief to get the where all's of the case and then skedaddle, couldn't beat feet fast enough, Sam armed with research paperwork and Dean tossing the words over his shoulder, ill at ease with Bobby for the first time in like ever, "We'll be in touch after we gank this thing, Bobby."

It wrenched at Dean's heart that they'd hurt this man, hurt their relationship and he wishes he could have a do-over, fix this thing so they can keep Bobby. Because Dean loves him, he's their father now, stepped into John Winchester's void just when they needed it and it's hard to lose that, to give that up.

Especially with Bobby's parting words, same as always, still hurtfully comforting and painfully familiar, "You idjits be careful out there."

Had Dean's eyes stinging with tears but he'd blinked them back, gritted his jaw and nodded at the older man, couldn't meet his eyes-

"We will, Bobby, we will."

#

It takes them two days to get to Oklahoma, another day and a half before they find anything and then it's right in their faces…a fucking funnel cloud, rolling right towards them-

The sirens are shrieking as they charge into Enid's town center, so loud the clanging vibrates through the car and they screech to the curb, watching people scatter like blind mice, scurrying towards shelter, towards safety , slamming doors and windows and Dean gets out of the car, covers his ears with cupped hands, trying to drown out the scream of alarms so he doesn't go deaf-

See's Sam on the other side, scanning tense to locate the danger, and his eyes go wide as Sam starts yelling, gesturing wildly behind him with panicked hands, and he turns, sees it-

And fuck, it's coming right at them.

It's huge and fat and growing, the swirling base of it already the size of a house and it's moving fast, so freaking fast, his breath freezes in his chest and his heart stops for two full beats of indecision-

And then he's moving, hollering to Sam to "get the fuck in the car", and he's in his seat, throwing Baby into gear and punching the gas to get them the hell out of there.

#

They'd torn down a country road, trying to outrun it and when it became obvious they couldn't, he'd pealed the Impala into an old farmhouse driveway, abandoned by the look and Sam had jumped out, made a mad dash to yank open the barn door so Dean could careen in, park the Impala next to a line of empty horse stalls-

No time for anything but racing across the driveway, running like hell towards the house, the wind already howling around them-

He'd grabbed Sammy's arm and hauled faster, damn storm cellar door locked up tight from the outside, so they'd torn for the front door, kicking at it frantically until it buckled and gave, slamming open and they'd stumbled through the kitchen, found the basement door and fallen downstairs, tripping over their own feet as they landed on the dirt floor, the root cellar the safest place in the storm-

#

And now they're huddled in the dim glow, harsh breaths filling the air, stirring up old dust that catches and winks in the gray light and they stare at each other in stark fear-

The eerie shadows outside seep inward, coating everything in sepia and there's a distant sound of a radio playing above them, stuttering out the same message over and over again, "Get inside, take shelter, get in your basements, take cover, get inside, take…"

There's a shuddering hush in the air, an expectant hum that ghosts up Dean's spine, kicks in his 'fight or flight' and he's bunched tense, hands curled into fists, ready to take a swing at the first sign of danger-

And Sam's face bumps near his, so close and fuck, so beautiful, beloved, like breathing out and breathing in, and everything Dean was ever afraid of, letting his brother make love to him, giving everything of himself to Sam, suddenly seems insignificant, so trivial when faced with this-

Being ripped apart by the storm, torn and broken from the wind, carried away and lost, and never knowing the feel of Sam inside him, the feeling of belonging to someone else totally, completely.

Never gonna know Sammy like that because Dean's damn sure they're not gonna survive this and it pisses him off, makes him mad as hell.

Because they'd made it through so much, beaten all odds and to be taken out like this…a fucking tornado, for Christ's sake, not even a hero's death, not valiant or martyred, nope, it's freaking wind. And it fucking sucks, that this is it for them, the last stand.

To know with certainty that it's time to bend over and kiss their asses goodbye.

#

Sammy's eyes are clinging to his as they listen to the howling gale outside, the high pitched wail that grows and swells until it's screaming in their ears and booms of thunder rock through, so loud it makes Dean jump, feels it shatter through his goddamn soul and it's slamming into the ground, has to be, because the earth is shuddering and bucking, the lightening cracking and snapping all around them-

And all Dean can do is grab on, curl his fingers around Sam's arm, needs to protect his baby brother, try to get them through-

And who the hell is he kidding…can't protect his Sammy from this, can't do a fucking thing.

He's at the mercy of the storm.

Demons they can fight, witches, shape-shifters, vampires…hell, bring it on but Mother fucking Nature? Freaking funnel clouds and hail storms and tornadoes? Jesus, this is where he gets off the fucking ride.

The lightening flares in the sky, quick bursts of it flash over Sam's face, and the fear, the stark pallor of his brother's skin fills his mind and all he wants is to take Sammy in his arms, cover him, protect him, so he never has to feel afraid like this again-

#

The air suddenly stills, graying out, the silence pensive, waiting, a heavy calm surrounding them and they reach for each other, Dean staring at Sam's mouth for some fucking odd reason he can't begin to understand and he yanks his gaze away, bringing his mind back to the business at hand, eyes jerking in the dark murk surrounding them-

The room is humming with power, electricity snapping and hissing in the air and he pulls Sam towards him, until they're brushing shoulders and Dean can smell his fear, it's pouring off of his brother in waves, the sharp tang of it heightening his senses until everything is more, louder, brighter-

Hears it coming, thunderous as a freight train hurtling to the station and holy fuck-

"Dean-" It's Sam, a desperate whisper, a gunshot crack in his ear and he jerks his eyes up, sees the wild look in his brother's, frantic and panicked, jittering fear that's growing into more and he's reaching out without thought, wrapping his arms around the trembling body, to protect, to shield-

Hauls Sam with him and drops to the ground, pushes him down, so he's underneath, so Dean can cover him as best he can, with his own body-

Hunched down, tense and stiff, and it's building, so loud now he feels it in his bones and the house is shaking with it, creaking and groaning around them and he holds on tight, wraps his legs around Sam's hips and goes dead weight, surrounding him-

It's coming.

It's coming.

The shelves above them rattle glass with urgency, canning jars shuddering and smashing against each other, falling off and crashing to the floor, shattering as the air whistles a loud shriek that quakes and rips through-

The smell of pickles and tomatoes rise sharp as the ground beneath them heaves and bucks, like it's suddenly alive, a writhing snake, and they're sliding back and forth on the floor, walls groaning as the plaster buckles, spider cracks grow and spread in the sheet rock, a dynamite fuse out of control, and the roar grows louder, building and climbing until it's everywhere-

Windows shatter and break, glass shards like deadly daggers shear the air and Dean's peppered with them, feels the sharp sting as they pierce and wound and he ducks his head, protects his eyes against Sammy's dark hair, gripping fierce-

And suddenly, they're in it, it surrounds them, wind howling in strident whistles, so loud it nearly deafens Dean and he's swearing, hollering and wrapping his arms and legs around Sam tighter, not gonna let go for nothing!

There's a sucking feeling and they're lifted, airborne, crashing into the ceiling and frozen there, time slowing to a crawl and Dean watches it, feels it all, but he's out of body, sees himself flung back and forth, knows his back is screaming in pain but can't feel it, like he's numb, dead -

Sees himself frantically clinging to Sammy, trying to keep his hold, won't let go, won't let go-

Holds on tight to his brother and closes his eyes, breathes out a prayer-

Knows they're dead or soon will be, but if this is how he has to go, it's exactly right, exactly what he wants, to die with his baby brother in his arms, together, forever-

Loves Sam, loves him so much it aches through him and his only regret is that he never got to tell Sam everything in his heart-

Sure he told him most of it, but not the fucking fear he has inside, of losing Sam, of not having Sammy in his life, and of loving him so much it wounds, stabs deep, and he can't take a decent breath without Sammy at his side, without his brother in his life.

Makes himself a promise that if they live through this, he's gonna fix that-

He's gonna tell Sammy everything, all he's held back, every want, every dream he's ever had for them and fuck the stalwart soldier, fuck being the big brother and Daddy's blunt little instrument, fuck all of that-

Gonna spend years doing that.

He's Dean Winchester. And he's in love. For the first time in his life.

For the last time in his life.

And he's not gonna hide it anymore. He loves this man he's currently hunched around, so much that he can't let him go without telling him, without Sam knowing everything.

And he's shouting it out, voice ripped away in the wind, declaring his love, his want, his need-

Needs Sammy to know what's in his heart, before they die. God, just one more fucking chance, that's all he asks-

Doesn't know if Sam hears him or not.

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The shrieking wind suddenly tapers off into a low moan and the sucking fury releases them, the storm calms, still whispering its threat, muttering into the quiet air around them.

Everything halts.

They drop like stones, Dean landing on Sam hard and knocking the wind out of him, listening to his brother cough out, "Is it-is it over?"

No sound at all now, the air dead and silent, and the force holding them is gone-

He lifts his head, looks around and it seems quiet, too quiet, and there's a weird feeling in his gut, the electric hum still rolling through his veins, the shudder of something more snarling and snapping around them, and he manages an "I don't think so-"

When the shriek of wind hits hard, must have just been in the eye of it for a weird freaking moment because it roars through, sucks them back up and they're flying again, tossed this way and that, and Dean just barely manages to grab Sam again, because he'd relaxed for a second-

And Jesus, he'd almost lost hold of Sammy and holy fuck, then what would he have done?

Hears something buzzing, growing louder, and a tickle of instinct has him ducking to the side, throwing them over just as something hard and sharp hurtles by-

Would've taken off his head if he hadn't jerked away.

Freaking pipe wrench, turned into a deadly bullet with the wind behind it and he tries to raise his head, tries to keep his focus, stay tense and on-guard but the fucking fact is, he can barely hold on, only alive by chance now and he and Sam are both being thrown, tossed and slammed, the thud of walls crashing into them, messing with his head, turning his brain stupid from multiple hits-

The light is glowing, grayish white, the scream of wind so loud in their ears, Dean doesn't think he'll ever be able to hear normal again, and it's ripping and tearing at them, battering them and Dean grits his teeth, bears down, holds on like he's never held on before, won't let the fuck go for anything, not gonna lose his brother-

Dean's vision starts to gray out because he's taking the brunt of it, his back pummeled and bruised as he's flung again and again into the wall, into the ceiling, and the dark fingers of unconsciousness are playing at the corners of his vision, been knocked out enough to know what's coming and he's gonna die, they're gonna die, but if they're going out, it's gonna be with his words of love filling Sam's ears, so it's his last thought, their last thought-

Gathers Sammy up close and cries it out, as loud as he can, "I love you, Sammy, always have-just you and me, forever, best for me, always have been, love you, love you so much."

Buries his face in Sam's sweet smelling neck, no better place in the world and if he's going down, let it be here, now, surrounded by Sammy's clean scent, with his baby brother wrapped in his arms, solid and firm, the delicious ass pressed into his dick, the hard muscles he's wrapped around so sexy, soft to the touch yet goddamn hard as hell, all his fantasies here, right here, in his arms-

Grits his teeth, wraps his legs around his brother even tighter and hangs on tight, won't let go ever, no matter what-

The last smash against the wall does it, takes him by surprise with the force of it, rocks through him, hard and unforgiving, and the pain is fierce, right there, too much and he can't –all he can do is let is shudder through and that's it, end of the line, and he's falling, falling, darkness swooping down, taking him over and fuck, Sammy, I'm so sorry, I let us die, so fucking sorry-

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"Dean? Dean! Wake up-"

It's Sam's voice, soft and warm, gentle fingers touching his face, stroking softly.

He blinks awake, stares up into his brother's worried eyes, asks the only question he can, ears still ringing with impact, his brain slow and sore, his back screaming with hot pain and all he can see is Sam's face, beloved, needed, knows this is heaven, knows it- "Are we dead?"

Sam breaks into a blinding grin, eyes filled with relief, "Hey, there you are…thought you weren't ever gonna wake up. Nope, not dead but I'm pretty sure from the sunlight streaming in down here that the house is gone. Haven't looked at the barn yet so I don't know about the car, was more worried about you."

He's sprawled out where he landed, one hand still clutched in Sam's shirt sleeve like he can't let go, still hanging on to make sure his brother's okay. Dean starts to sit up and stops abruptly, groaning at the twist of pain in his back, the muscles still clenched tight with reaction-

"You ok?" Sam's hands move over him, feeling for injury, for broken bones-

"I-fuck, I think so, just sore as shit, you know? Guess getting tossed around like a rag doll does that to you."

"Can you move your arms? Your legs?" Sam hands are everywhere, sliding over Dean's skin, careful touches so as not to hurt more, "Your fingers?"

But Sam's caresses are hot fire, turning Dean's flesh alive with tingling nerves and he wants to laugh for no reason, a dark, terrible clench that bubbles out of him, hell, they're alive and shouldn't be and he wants to giggle and cry at the same time.

Knows it's hysterics, a reaction to the near death and he's a fucking hunter, should be able to control his goddamn emotions but the sob wrenches out of his chest and he's snorting, trying to hold back the insane snickers that threaten to end him-

Impossibly, his dick is stiffening up, Sam's touch turning him stupid, shouldn't feel like this, be focused on this, they almost just died and all he can think about is his freaking hard cock and what he wants to do with it.

He pushes at those searching hands, needs Sam to stop like now because his boner is growing, in spite of the ache in his back and the bruises throbbing through his body. His dick knows those fingers, that caress, it's sex, love and lust, and there's a hungry catch in his voice as he bites down against the pull of it, manages to growl out the words, "Yeah, Sammy, n-nothing's broken, just bruised. You-you ok?"

That's when he sees it, the pure love in Sam's soft eyes, and his brother's voice is halting, amazed, adoration in every word, "I'm fine, thanks to you. God, I was so scared, Dean, because there was nothing we could do, no way to fight the freaking thing and I was losing it, bad and then you just… covered me up, held onto me so tight, I could barely breathe with it, but I wasn't scared anymore, wasn't freaking out because I just knew you'd take care of us."

Dean flushes, ashamed and guilty, furious with himself, "Didn't take care of you very well, did I? Fucking got knocked out, Sammy, left you alone and you could've been killed, I should've been-stronger, better, able to take it so I could take care of you. I'm sorry, Sam-"

"Oh, don't you even-" Sam is shaking his head, covering Dean's mouth with gentle fingers, presses in for silence, his voice stern, almost angry, "You don't ever say that again, Dean! You're the strongest man I know and you're stubborn as a fucking ox, won't back down ever! I know you hung on longer than anyone could because you're my pain in the ass big brother who doesn't even seem to feel fucking pain."

But Dean shakes his head, stubbornly hanging onto the guilt, can't even believe he passed out, can't believe he was so fucking weak, so easily broken and Sam could have been hurt, killed, because of him.

"Stop it!" The sudden yell makes Dean jump because it's loud, shattering, hurts his ears, seems to come from Sam's toes, and he trembles with it, broken and racked with guilt and his eyes jerk to Sam's, tries to hide his feelings but it's too late, Sam sees it all, the impotence, the uselessness-

And he's having none of it, gripping Dean's shoulders and giving him a rough shake, "You kept me alive through a freaking tornado, Dean, you wouldn't let me go, not even when you got knocked out, it was like your body knew to keep hanging on, when you were down for the count and you got no reason, none at all, to feel guilty about anything. We're alive, breathing, right now, because of YOU. So stop this shit. Right now!" And Sam's hands curl into his arms, grip tight and snap him forward and back, a punishing jerk, jarring rough.

And he's stuttering out the truth, shaking his head because Sam needs to just understand- "Should've been stronger, should've been able to just-"

"Goddamn it!" And Sam yanks him up, the hot mouth right there, taking his, cutting off Dean's words with a savage kiss, harsh and possessive, the hard tongue diving in without permission, sweeping and swirling, steals his will, his soul, and fills him with tremulous love and shaky want.

Dean's shoved back onto the floor, Sam's heavy weight holding him down, pinning him, making him take each delicious slide of tongue, each press and dip, opening him, leaving him helpless, shivering with yes and oh and more-

Sam's kisses are white hot, icy sparks and sweet flames and he's drowning in them, senses assaulted, attacked and oh fuck, his brother's a good kisser.

It fills his brain, the rush of it taking him over, and Dean doesn't feel his body anymore, the ache and sting of it, nope, all he knows is the lusciousness of Sam's tongue, it kills then heals, shatters and restores, his brother's mouth a hot clinging mess, wet, sloppy and so fucking right-

Something loosens inside his heart, uncoils and opens wide, it's the old fear, the damn need to be in charge always, the same fear that made him cringe and hide before, made him run away, not letting himself have the final connection with Sammy.

It trembles there, gaping and hurtful, wants to slide back in, take control but he fights it, needs it fucking gone from him because it's destructive, selfish and stupid macho shit that don't end up meaning a thing between them.

Just a wedge, a crutch…to keep the man he loves at arm's length, to keep his own sense of fucked up pride and where the hell has that gotten him, huh?

Almost lost his brother, almost lost this and he grits down, makes a decision-

He's fucking keeping this.

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Sam starts to pull away, break the kiss and Dean catches him, fast as a darting snake, curls his arm around the dark head, holds him right there, letting their tongues continue to dance, lips spread wide and all he can feel, all he can see is Sam, needs him so bad right now and kisses back with everything he has, the fierce urgency and raw need a roar in his brain.

Claws down Sam's back, his fingers sliding under the loose waistband of old jeans and Sammy's ass is taut under his hands, tight and firm and fuck, Dean wants-

"Dean." The word is mumbled into his mouth and he moans against it, presses in more, can't let Sammy stop this, wants this so bad.

But the hands at his shoulders are pushing against him, Sam's mouth ripped from his in determination, fighting him, fighting this and the protests fill his ears, shove reality at him, "Dean, wait! We-can't, you're hurt, broken up and you want to-? No, Dean, no, we can do this later, when you're better, when you're healed. Right now, you just gotta rest-"

He bleats low in his throat, mouth still searching for his brother's, more frantic now because he knows what he needs, just what he needs and it ain't rest.

Nope, Dean needs Sam to take him, to shove into him, bury himself completely inside Dean just once, to meld them together into one want, one need-

He grabs the beautiful face staring at him and yanks it down, takes that mouth, sweet and hot and wet, pushes in with his tongue and finds Sam trembling there and Dean moans, the tantalizing slide between them sucking at his strength, leaving him trembling with desire, with heat-

His hand works down again, finds the button of Sam's jeans and flips it open, slides down the zipper and he flattens his palm, letting it slip beneath Sam's shorts, and fuck, yeah, the hot flesh inside is hard and willing, thickening more as he slides his fingers along the length-

And Dean loves this, that he can make Sammy this hard, that he can cause the harsh whines that break and swell like ocean waves as he sweeps his fingers down, cupping that sweet cock, music to his ears and fuck, he loves-

"Dean, man, ohhhhh, you-you gotta stop, not gonna be able to, ahhhh fuck, resist much longer-" and Sam's voice is breathless, cracks and breaks as he's moaning against Dean's mouth, his brother's hips twitching in to meet Dean's hungry fingers.

And that's exactly what Dean's going for, so what's the problem here?

But Sam's hands are still pushing, trying to halt this, like that's ever gonna happen and he hears the words of protest, sure, but they roll off, don't even penetrate because he's having this, not gonna wait any longer and he grabs Sam's wrists, clenching tight and jerking back, pushing them over Sam's head even as he's throwing himself up and over, upending them and he's on top now, Sam staring up at him in surprise, blinking at how fast he's been flipped-

And Sammy needs to just get the fuck on board this, right now. Because it is so happening.

It's time. Past time.

But his damn brother is wiggling underneath him, still trying to stop this, almost sobbing from warring within himself, because Dean can see it, Sammy wants to throw him down and fuck him hard, he does, but he's trying to be all caring and decent, thinking only about Dean and it's gotta stop!

"Dean, please, you-can't, we can't, not like this, man, please! Don't want it like this, want it to be special…perfect… and you said you didn't want-"

And Dean battens down on Sam's earlobe, feels his brother's shudder of reaction as he breathes hot words on the sensitive flesh, as he bites at the soft skin, "Changed my mind. Guess the almost dying made me realize how stupid I was being. We're alive, Sammy. Nothing more perfect than that. And want? God, I want this, want you - so fucking bad, I can't stand it! Need you, Sammy, want to feel you, inside me, filling me up-

And he slides his hand in again, grabs Sam's dick and gives a twist of his wrist and starts dragging the length up and down inside of Sam's pants and it's awkward as hell, no room and no leverage but it leaves Sam whimpering with pleasure as his brother's protests die away with each jerk of Dean's hand, with each roll of thumb.

Sam's sharp intake of breath is echoed by a quick thrust of hips and his voice is fucked out, freaked out and so goddamn sweet that Dean wants to kiss the taste out of his mouth, "Dean, Dean, Jesus, oh, fuck, yeah-"

Hungrily watches the emotions flow over Sam's face as he leans in, whispers his dreams, "Please, Sammy, please. Want you to take me, need to know I'm alive and kicking, want that big dick inside me, filling me up so good because it's you, all I've ever wanted, and want that, want you-" And he tilts his head, catches the hot lust in the grey-green eyes and does it, throws down the bait, "Come on, Sammy…I dare you-betcha can't make me come just from riding your dick…"

And that's when Sam's control shatters-

His eyes darken with the challenge, his smile is predatory, hungry and he moves fast, rolling them both over, Dean's back thumping to the floor for a stunned second before he's flipped over again, onto his belly, head spinning, can't even believe how fast Sam took control of this-

His jeans are ripped down his legs, Sammy not even unbuttoning them, the harsh burn of fabric on skin makes him shout in surprise because Jesus-

He's being hauled backwards as Sam jerks his pants off and he reaches out, tries to grab something, anything to stop his reverse slide and ends up holding a rusted leg of an old metal table with one hand and clawing at the dirt with the other, nails cutting furrows through the earth.

His underwear is next, dragged down to his calves, his boots stopping them from being freed and the hand that climbs up his back has him arching, closing his eyes because fuck yeah, wants to be taken, against his will and how fucking hot is this that Sam is stripping him of his clothes without consent, because he has to, the need a hot fire in his brother's blood-

"Goddamn it!" His brother's growl fills the air as he twists off Dean's shirt, making his ears ring as it's torn from his head, and it's too quick, too much, his brain is reeling because he's being manhandled-

And he fucking likes it.

Can't let his damn brother know that, though, gotta have some semblance of dignity here-

"Sam-" He makes his voice a warning, he's still the big brother here, goddamn it, and he's gonna make this go his way.

"Shut up!" Sam's fingers spread him from behind, bare his hole and fuck, he hopes Sammy opens him up with his tongue like he did before, slow and easy, felt so freaking awesome-

But there's none of that now.

Sam spits, the wet hitting Dean's entrance and he clenches, because even though he wants this, knows it's gonna hurt like a son of a bitch. Two fingertips rub the slick around and in, pushing inside him without warning and he shouts with that, feels the dive of them going deep and he's not wet enough, can't take this without more spit or lube or something-

"You just keep Goddamn pushing me-" Sam's voice is guttural, lost as he pulls his fingers out, spits again and shoves them in, fucking into Dean's ass rough and he hears the broken grunts coming from his own throat, knows he ask for this but damn, this is just fucking and not-not what he wants or needs from his brother. He thought Sam would be a caring lover, getting him through his first time with gentle touches and loving caresses. Instead, his brother is an angry, growling mess and Dean knows he's not gonna enjoy this at all-

Closes his eyes and forces himself to relax, to try to take whatever Sam gives him without flinching, without breaking-

Spreads his legs as much as he can so Sam can force his fingers deeper, and arches up, breathes out his brother's name as he tries to find any little piece of joy he can from this, because at least Sam's touching him, wanting him, even if he's not loving on him. And that hurts worse than this.

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"Sammy-"

"Fuck…" And Sam's voice is thick, full, like he's…crying, "I can't-can't do this, not like this, have to-"

And his fingers are gone, just as suddenly as they came-

Hands work down his legs, pull off each boot and ease the jeans and underwear off and then he feels it, soft kisses up his calf, the other warming with a gentle caress of fingers and what was rough, hurting is now sweet and love-

He opens his eyes, throws a look over his shoulder and Sam is staring up at him, love pulsing out of his gaze and thank God, thank God-

The warm mouth moves up his skin, licking and kissing, over his thighs now, the hands following behind, sweeping circles onto his flesh, the fingertips tickling along his sensitive inner thighs, sliding down to cup his balls, pulling them back and the wet heat covers them, makes him jump because Sam's sucking him in, getting him sloppy with spit.

And the hot moans are wrenched out of his chest because he's never felt this before and Dean's up on his knees before he knows it, thrusting back into that seeking mouth, wanting more-

The rushes shiver through him as Sam licks the back of his dick, this position making every touch, every sweep of tongue bright and sharp in his brain, he feels each tickle of breath as Sam's fingers pull him further back, stretching his cock-

Sam's mouth takes him in, first the head of his dick, circling around and in the slit, groaning at the taste and diving in for more-

He looks between his legs and Sam's switched positions, on his back now seeking his prize and hands around his thighs pull him down, so he's straddling Sam's head and the hot mouth down below swallows Dean down, deep throats him-

Sam mumbles, the vibrations from his voice thrilling through Dean's dick and hears the broken words falling out of his own mouth, can't stop the babble of it because he's never felt this before, never been sucked off like this and it's trembling all through his body, the sweet clenches of his nerves almost his undoing, "Sammy, Jesus, it's-your goddamn tongue, man, can't even, you-oooooh, fuck, God, yeah, right there, love you, love you so much and FUCK! "

Because right at that moment, Sam's fingers slide all the way in his ass and he'd been so caught up in the pleasure his dick was in the throes of, he hadn't even had time to clench-

The crook onto his prostate has him seeing stars and he can't even bark out a warning before he's coming hard, "Ahhhhh, oh, fuck, oh, shit-"

Barely understands that Sam's sucking down every drop his shuddering dick is spurting because he's lost in the waves of it, the quivers that rack his body and curl him inward-

And he's throwing back his head, baring his teeth, reaches down with a growl and grabs Sam's hair, keeps him right there, shoving in deep with his hips, making him take it-

Sam doesn't struggle, doesn't even try, just opens up more, sucks harder, making delicious sounds in his throat with every swallow and the vacuum suction on his dick, pulling out every drop he's got, is making him see stars-

Finally, his balls stop emptying and Dean collapses, kitten weak, tries to roll off but Sam holds him up, slides out from underneath and he's back up on his knees behind him-

"Jesus Christ, Sammy, think you damn near killed me-" His voice is hoarse, exhausted and he tries to laugh but it huffs through his chest like a sob, can't even believe his brother can make him come so easy-

"Next part's gonna be even better." And the promise in Sam's voice has him trembling with anticipation, knows the best is yet to come and fuck, he can't wait-

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