Title: One Soul Condemned To Heaven And Hell {9-60}
Author: Emono
Rating: FRM
Fandom: Supernatural/RPS
Pairings: Sam/Jared, Dean/Jensen
Disclaimer: I do not own the souls of J2, or Sam…or Dean…or anyone…not even my own *le sigh* It's all Kripke and McG, the lucky bastards
Beta: gil_follower
Warnings: Post-Hell!Dean, very AU, SLASH!!, post-Season 3, Demon!Sam, whumping, angst, OOC-ness, SPOILERS!!!!

(AN: Anyone else have a 501 kink? *drool* This is basically a filler, crack chapter)

Sam waited patiently for Jensen and Dean to get back from Long John Silver's, but he was freakin' starving! He was all but bouncing on the bed, his laptop out in front of him. He had hoped to find something supernatural in the town, but the closest he got was watching Supernatural on TV.

It was kind of a kink, watching his lover play him on TV. The characters were so similar yet so different from their real selves, just as he had written it. Dean would never admit it, but they had gotten more than one free meal because of their faces and people were more likely to believe them when they finally had to yell at them to get out of the house because it was haunted.

"Aren't they back yet?" Jared whined from behind the bathroom door, the shower cutting off behind it.

"Sorry, Jay" Sam replied loudly, looking up from his screen. He was instantly mesmerized by the tale of Bloody Mary, almost a case directly from their real life. He put aside the laptop, scooting to the edge of the bed and watching. Jensen seemed so at ease as Dean, and Jared as himself.

He was just getting really into it when the bathroom door opened.

Jared emerged in a billow of fog, a towel thrown over his head and wearing pants. Not just any pants, oh no. Those threadbare pair of 501's Jared owned, riding the lines of his hip bones. Not as sharp as his own, not as defined, but soft and noticeable. They pooled at his feet, worn at the knees. And then those buttons… God! The buttons! Dull silver, enhancing the line of his groin. One long line…

"Jared" Sam sighed breathily, cock hardening so fast he got dizzy.

"Hm?" the actor scrubbed at his hair, then tossed it back into the bathroom. His honey hair stuck to his head, clumping into thick strands. He gave the hunter a smile, the simple act lighting up his face. Beads of water clung to him all over, lingering around his navel and trailing his chest. Sam knew they would taste sweet on his tongue, his mouth was dry at the thought.

"You don't even know…" Sam swallowed hard "Jared, I could eat you right now."

The man's brow creased, he looked down at himself, "What? I'm not even doing anything."

Sam stood, taking his lover by the back of the neck and stealing a fierce kiss. Jared made a slight noise, but didn't complain as his mouth was claimed so resolutely. Sam manhandled him towards the bed, one good push had him knocked off his feet. Jared wind-milled his arms, but he lost the fight with gravity and fell upon the mattress with an 'oomph'.

Sam stood at the end of the bed, gazing down at him with a smirk. Jared swallowed thickly, unsure if he liked where this was going. His lover's gaze was intense upon him, heat curling in his stomach as so many thoughts coursed in his head.

"So delicious, Jay" Sam purred, bending at the waist. He braced a hand on either side of his lover's legs, gaze slowly bleeding to an inky black. Jared's heart skipped in his chest, but he was game for whatever this was. As long as he didn't feel his lover's power holding him down, he really didn't care.

Sam's eyes never left the actor's face, even when he flexed his mind. The first button on those jeans twitched, then slowly slipped from the loop. Jared glanced down at his pants, eyes wide. The second one popped open just as easily, with invisible hands. His breath started to catch, his gaze bouncing between the buttons and Sam's face. By the fourth one his chest was heaving, arousal flaring strongly in him.

Sam was afraid he was going to drool, finding no boxers beneath that denim, "Want to taste you so badly, Jay…so much…"

"Sammy, please" Jared's hands fisted in the sheet, the last button falling away.

Sam complied to his lover's demand, dipping down further. Jared's eyes fluttered closed, back arching up as the wet heat of his lover's mouth took him in. He writhed, the brush of denim and Sam's mouth on him was too much.

"Sam…fuck, so good…"

"Holy hell!"

"Haven't you people ever heard of locking the God-damn door?!"

Jared rolled his head, finding Jensen and Dean in the doorway. They both reacted dramatically, fluttering their arms and ducking back out the door.

For Sam's credit, he never stopped…and who was Jared to deny him?

()()()

Sam and Dean had been glued to the laptop for the last half hour, so the best friends had to entertain themselves. They were on one bed together, sweat beading on their foreheads and curling their hair. Jensen spread his compact body out along the length of it, trying not to move more than he had to in the humidity. Jared sat by the man's feet, fanning himself with his wife beater.

Jensen spoke up suddenly, "I fucked a guy in the back of his Ferrari."

"Really?" Jared raised a brow, smiling "Car kink?"

"Hot, fast car kink" the older man corrected him "Pretty guy. Blonde, tan, dumb."

"What was his name?" Jared sighed wistfully, trying to paint a picture.

"Brad…maybe Chad…" Jensen snorted softly "Some dumb surfer name."

"I did this girl in the library once" Jared's smile turned wicked "It was so hot…I can't even remember her face anymore."

"Well, I was eighteen, what's your excuse?" he nudged the over-grown puppy with his foot.

Jared's bangs fell over his eyes a bit, "I was seventeen."

"Oh" Jensen rolled his eyes "We're sluts…we're sluts and we're whores."

"Eh, could be worse" Jared stared up at the ceiling "I first took it up the ass a few days after I moved to LA, at a club no less."

"Ew!" Jensen sat up, face contorted "You did it in one of those skanky anything-goes clubs?"

"I was young" Jared pouted, shoving the man's leg pointedly "And absinthe was involved."

"Oh man, that shit fucks me up" the older man shook his head, wincing "If I remembered every stupid thing I did with that crap involved, I might have to check myself into a covenant."

Jared raised a brow, "You mean a convent?"

"Yeah, that too" Jensen sighed dramatically, a wicked gleam in his eyes "I once had a sex dream about you, right after I first moved in."

Jared put a hand over his heart, an ecstatic expression on his face, "Me? Really, Jen? Aw, that's so sweet! And flattering, too!"

Jared got really close, hands fisted in the blankets as he jumped up and down, "Was I dressed as a barmaid? A fireman? Did I have a cool hat? Did I give it to you good, Jenny?"

Jensen pushed him away, laughing, "Back off, man."

"Oh tell me!" Jared pleaded, tugging at the man's shirt like a child.

"You were dressed in a pair of leather pants and a long leather duster, and had an English accent. You were smoking, too" Jensen stated, pushing up his glasses thoughtfully "You said that you'd give me a good shag if I got you another pack of cigarettes."

"So I was pretty much Spike from Buffy, right?" Jared was giggling at this point, so shocked and pleased by this "Awesome! I am so much cooler than you right now."

Jensen faux-pouted, "It was my dream!"

"At least I wasn't one of your groupies! You know, those really creepy ones who try to sneak into our trailer between takes. The ones that get all desperate" Jared prattled, straddling his best friend's waist and pulling at his pants playfully while adopting a high squeaky voice "Oh my Gawd! It's Jensen Ackles! Oh, Jensen, can I suck your cock? Oh, please! I'll give you anything you want, just let me taste you! Oh baby, I'm so hawt for you!"

Jensen made a face, trying to scramble away, "Get the hell off me! Those chicks are always so nasty!"

Jared developed some kind of thick Staten Island accent, "Oh Gawd, Jensen! Take me now, cowboy!"

They scrambled and wrestled on the bed, laughing and tugging at each other's clothes playfully.

Of course, the Winchester's were missing this particularly tasty piece of porn.

They were too busy gawking at the nasty, half-nude poses of their lovers on Photobucket.

()()()

Dean staggered out of the bar, inhaling the crisp night air and trying to sober up. He closed the sound of laughter and clinking glasses with the side door, shutting out the warm light of the dive bar. He was plunged into the blue of the night, though the polluted air of the town had a slight fog to it. The ally was pretty crappy, the walls dirty and maybe that was brick under the grime (who knew, man?)

Jensen had come into the bar and whispered in his ear that he'd wait for him outside, so the Impala should be around here…like out front. Dean took a step toward where the ally opened up, the street light giving it a glow. He was a lot more drunk than he gave himself credit for, he nearly stumbled head-first into the wall.

"Dean."

"Mmm?" he turned, ready to face whoever it was. He blinked at the emptiness that met him, no one there. All he saw was further down the dank ally, ending in a thick white vapor like every bad horror movie. He clenched his eyes shut, giving it a second look…the vapor turned pure black. What the hell? He really couldn't have been that drunk.

"Dean."

There…a form grew out of the wall, a chest peeking out of the shadow. Dean squinted at it, making out the person's features. Pretty mouth, dark jade eyes, light hair…

"Jensen?" Dean slurred, turning all the way around and staggering toward his lover. Jensen's laughter filled his ears, teeth flashing in a grin. He seemed to twirl away from the wall, gesturing the hunter forward with a crook of his finger.

"Jenny, baby" Dean reached out for him, but the man moved just out of range. Dean frowned, glazed eyes following the spin of his lover's frame. Jensen's fingers danced under his collar, tugging him further down the ally. The hunter's breath caught, unresisting as he was led like a dog. He moaned at the hypnotic gleam in his lover's eyes, making him just that more pliable.

Something was off…the wicked smile on his sweet Jensen's face was just a little too wide…

"Come with me, Dean…we need to play…"

"Honey" Dean breathed, his chest tightening. There was definitely something wrong, his lungs were heaving with the effort to keep him breathing. Jensen held him close, stilling walking him towards the other end of the ally, lips barely brushing.

"…I want your soul…"

"Dean?" the call came from bright end of the ally, a shadowed figure appearing at it's mouth. The hunter whirled around, eyeing the figure carefully through his haze. It almost looked like…

When he turned back, he was face to face with a man taller than him. Jet black hair, fanged grin, ashen skin, and dark clothes.

Dean gasped, "You!"

"Me" he replied with a shrug, lips curling in a grin as he tried to tug the man harder "Come with me, Dean. I won't hurt you much. I'll even put on Jensen's face when I fuck you, you won't even notice that I'm extracting every speck of energy from your cells."

"Get your hands off my brother!"

Dean found himself knocked into the wall, head cracking off the brick like a rag doll. He collapsed onto the ground, grunting when his knees struck it the wrong way and sent bolts of pain up his bones. He picked his head up long enough to see the demon hybrid thrown down the ally, his brother coming into his vision. Sam seemed to be struggling, hand up and trying to mentally get a fix on Xander.

If Sam hadn't caught him by surprise, he wouldn't have been able to throw him at all.

"Not so fast, Sammy" Xander teased, getting himself back to his feet and glaring the man down "You can't hurt me, I was there when you were born. I'm immune to your neat little tricks."

This sent Sam into a panic, eyes going the purest black as he physically grasped the air.

"Kill 'im, Sam" Dean muttered, he felt sleepy and stupid. Cotton lined the inside of his mouth and brain, reminiscent to what a teddy bear would feel.

"Later then" Xander swirled his fingers, fading off with only a flash of red eyes left behind to even indicate it had been there. Dean groaned and put his head in his hands, trying to figure out if he was having a drunken hallucination or if he had really just gotten attacked by the demon who wanted to eat all four of them for their souls.

"Dean?"

Warm hands cradled the hunter's head, bringing his chin up to meet concerned green eyes. Dean sighed in relief at seeing his lover's face, melting into his touch.

"Jen" Dean wrapped his around the man's waist, burying his face into the curve of his lover's shoulder. Yes, everything was perfect here. His smell was right, the feel, the draw.

Maybe it was the alcohol, but he was seriously in love with this man.

Sam kept his eyes on the shadows, fear and anger in his eyes.

Jensen stared down at his lover in bewilderment, but tightened his grip on him, "It's ok, babe. He didn't get you, or any of us."

Dean nodded, the edges of his vision blurring.

The unspoken words in the air hung thick.

But it was too close.

TBC

'Cause ya know (ah ah)

Another AN:
I promise this story is going somewhere, it has a HUGE plot. Don't knock it, just finish it. I didn't mean for it to be completely depressing, and if it is I'm sorry. I just read this one story Absolution, a Dean/Cas…I couldn't even finish it, I was in tears and pissed that I had just wasted four hours of my life. I'm not bashing omphalos, cause it was ridiculously well-written and I could never get so in-depth. It was just…really depressing. I'm hoping my story isn't way too sad, which is why I'm throwing all this extra random-fluff in.