For months Sam searched for any lead he could to get Dean out of his contract but crossroad demons wanted nothing to do with him, and even with Sam's Uncle Bobby Singer on the case the still had nothing.

Dean had gone on a rampage, if it didn't walk and talk like a human he ganked it. Even then he still ganked a few shifters and other humanoid monsters. Dean knew his number would be up soon and he was going to take as many monsters with him as possible.

Dean's year was about to end, he and Sam had fallowed a case to New Mexico. Hikers were going missing in the forests, this was usually boring work to Dean but Sam had noticed Deans growing enthusiasm for anything to hunt. A total of ten bodies and to scared, but safe teenagers and a family of dead wendigos' later Dean and Sam decided to set up camp, once they dropped the idiotic teens of at the rangers station of course.

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Dean dropped wood by the fire he took a damp earthy seat next to Sam who handed him a beer.

"It's not so bad." Dean said taking his beer.

"Yeah now we've caught the wendigos'." Said Sam rolling his eyes.

"Hey remember that time my dad took us on a hunt to Arizona and you freaked out coz we were in the forest."

"Look it was dark and I had just told your dad I was afraid of the thing in my closet."

"Dude it was freaken hilarious. You screamed like a little bitch."

"Well at least I am not afraid to fly, jerk."

Dean stopped laughing and said one word. "Clowns."

He got an evil look from Sam.

"Good times." Chuckled Dean.

"About that….."Sam wasn't sure if it was the right time but he had to say something.

"Dean you know I won't stop looking for something to save you but…"

"We are running out of time." Dean took another drink of his beer just to have something to do.

Sam nodded.

"Ok so?" asked Dean as if they were talking about something as mundane as the weather.

"So I was wondering if there was anything, you that you wanted to see or do? Like go to The Grand Canyon or an all you can eat buffet? I don't mean I'm going to stop looking for a way to fix this."

Dean muttered something as he again put the bottle between his lips.

"What?" Sam asked leaning in.

"I said there is one thing."

"Ok shoot." Replied Sam relived, he had though Dean would see this as giving up.

"I love you Sam-" Dean spoke without looking at him.

"I know." As he replied Sam put his hand on the back of Dean's neck.

"There is only one way to say what I want."

"Ok so spit it out." Sam said with a small smile.

Dean licked his bottom lip and pulled it into him mouth.

He leaned in towards Sam, he let his nose caress Sam's cheek.

"I want to fuck your dick into the dirt." He whispered.

Dean could feel the heat off Sam's cheek , telling him Sam was blushing and it made Dean all that much harder.

Sam's hand instinctively covered his erection, even after months of being together it was still a force of habit for Sam to hide how he felt for Dean.

Dean leant back enough to look Sam in the face, he kissed him gently and Sam kissed back. Dean threw his beer into the darkness and heard a distant clank. Sam dropped his empty bottle and lay back. Dean tossed his shirt to the ground and pulled off his T-shirt. Sam never tiered of this sight, in the flickering light from the fire Sam could see the rippling muscles of Dean's torso and chest. Sam's cock fought to get free and this time Sam hand held it for a different reason.

Dean watched as Sam's hand slid under the waist band of Sam's boxers and watched as Sam's hand moved up and down.

"Dose the idea turn you on that much?" Dean asked, he hoped he sounded his usual jeery self but he felt so breathless watching Sam touch himself.

Sam nodded.

Dean lent over him and pressed his erection against Sam's. Sam gasped and took his hand out. He lifted his head to touch foreheads with Dean. When Dean pressed against him again Sam let his head fall back.

"Turn over." It wasn't an order exactly, it sounded more of a plea. Dean undid his jeans as he spoke.

Sam turned and while kneeling he undid his jeans, he lay face down and pulled down his jeans, revealing his white, practically see through, boxers. Dean could see Sam's firm cheeks and this time it was Dean who fisted his own erection.

Sam turned his head to see what was keeping Dean, when he saw what Dean was doing he smiled in a satisfied way. Sam was glad he had the same effect on Dean that Dean had on him.

Slowly Sam peeled his boxers down.

Dean took a hold of Sam's cheeks, he massaged them and kissed them. He let his tongue caress them. Sam lay there whimpering with want. Dean parted Sam's cheeks and when he licked between them Sam let out his loudest moan yet.

"Dean." Sam whimpered as he shock.

Dean leant over him, Sam could feel Dean's erection dangling just above his moist cheeks.

"Sam?"

"Mmmm Dean."

"If it's too much for you, you have to tell me."

"Dean." Sam rolled his forehead into the dirt. Dean couldn't tease him like this.

"I just want you to know you can tell me to stop, if you need to."

"Dean please-" Sam pulled his cheeks apart. "Fuck my dick into the dirt." He growled with want.

Dean smiled and kneeled back, he pushed Sam's legs apart and lay between them. He pressed himself inside. Sam gasped and throw his head back, dean withdrew almost completely and in again slowly, Sam took a breath and Dean knew he was about to speak. Dean trusted in to Sam as hard as he could.

Sam sounded winded by the sudden move.

"Sam?" Dean asked concerned, his sly knowing smile disappearing.

"Keep going." Sam pleaded.

Dean preformed the action again and again pounding into him faster and harder, Sam's fingers dug into the dark earth, holding fistfuls of dirt.

"Dean!" Sam grabbed one of Dean's hands.

"You want me to stop?"

Sam shook his shaggy head.

Dean kept his pace, "You coming Sammy?"

Sam nodded unable to speak.

They came together and when he was spent Dean lay on Sam's back.

"Did you enjoy that Sammy?"

Sam nodded.

Dean looked at Sam's face, his eyes were barely open and drool ran out of the corner of his mouth.

"Sammy?" Dean asked concerned.

"Hmmm?!" Sam groaned as he wiped his mouth.

"You ok?" Dean asked moving off of him.

"Dude, seriously? We just hunted wendigos', and not only have you fucked my dick into the dirt you've fucked my brains out. Is it my fault I'm tiered." Said Sam in a drained tone.

Relieved that Sam was ok Dean answered. " Hey I was doing all the hard work."

Sam chuckled weakly.

"What no spooning?" Asked Dean partly seriously.

Sam rolled on to his side and lifted his arm.

Dean tutted and stood up, he walked to Sam's feet and took off Sam's shoes and jeans.

He grabbed a blanked from the back seat of the car. Sam now lay on his back and by the firelight it was the most amazing thing Dean had ever seen. Normally he would already be tugging on his cock and yes he had an erection but right then he wanted to remember Sam like that. If Dean was going to hell this was a memory he wanted to take with him, Sam lying on the ground so spent from sex that he had to sleep, his cum from a session with Dean spread across his chest and pooled on the ground.

It was no good Dean felt like he needed to pull his cock off, Sam was just too sexy like this. Dean lay the blanket down on the boot of the car and sat on it, he put his feet on the bumper. Dean was really pounding one out he had closed his eyes and thrown his head back, he was almost there.

"So much for spooning." Sam stood there his face in shadow.

"I-" Dean spluttered as if he had been caught doing something he shouldn't.

Sam chucked and kneeled down in front of Dean.

Before Dean could say anything Sam's warm smooth mouth was ensnaring Deans hard and throbbing cock.

Dean let his head fall back again, and let his hand wander into Sam's hair.

This, this he wanted to remember too.

Eventually when they lay down together to sleep, naked except for a blanket and covered in their own and each other's cum, Dean hoped that this too would help to make hell bearable.

As Dean lay in Sam's arms, little spoon to Sam's big one, the idea that terrified Dean was living, or be it dying without Sam. Then again Dean wanted Sam to live more than anything. Dean felt a chill that had nothing to do with his nakedness.

"You cold?" Sam muttered half asleep as he pulled Dean a little closer.

"Not now." Dean said with affection.

Soon Sam's snores rebounded off nearby trees, Dean watched as the fire died out and the sun came up. This for eternity, that would be heaven, so what would hell be like? Dean wondered. If Dean promised never to complain about Sam's snoring or his annoying habit of keeping a cool head, or being right, taking the moral high ground, any of that, well then maybe he would get to live.

Dean snorted a laugh at himself, have I really lowered myself to begging? I don't even believe in a god, he taunted himself.

"You say something?" Yawned Sam as he stretched.

"Just wondering when your sexy ass was going to wake up?!" Dean replied grabbing Sam's arse cheek.

"MMM." Sam moaned kissing Dean while keeping his eyes closed.

Sam leant back and finally opened his eyes.

"Dean! Were you awake all night?" he asked when he saw Dean's face.

"You kidding? How could I fall asleep with you on one side of me and that on the other." Dean gestured to the sun rise.

"Oh my, where was romantic Dean last night when I was getting my dick fucked into the ground by some hound dog." Sam bit his lip and blushed; the morning light seemed to be killing the sexual freedom Sam felt last night.

"They are both here." As he spoke Dean moved Sam's hand over his own heart. "And I hope here?!" He turned and put his hand on Sam's heart.

Sam kissed Dean again, "Always."