Revenge

"Sam...will you stop pacing? You're starting to get on my nerves." Dean grumbled as he cleaned his many guns. His attention was on his favourite pistol at the moment, the ammo sitting beside him on the bed as the rest of the cleaned weapons were in front of him loaded and ready to be put back. Shifting his eyes from the gun he watched as Sam paced a few minutes more before stopping and looked to Dean, clear frustration on his face. "What?" Dean knew that look, the one where Sam was about to ask him a question he would clearly lie to.

"How can you act so calm? I'm going to lead these demons to war Dean." Sam's voice was a little louder than usual as he nearly threw the words down Dean's throat.

"No you're not...and I'm not acting." Going back to cleaning his gun he heard Sam huff with disbelief and annoyance. Another question in three...two...

"How could you possibly know that?" The same irritation from before carrying with the words as Sam stepped towards Dean.

With a snap of his gun clicking back together he lifted his eyes to Sam. Grabbing the ammo he tapped it on his hand before slipped it into the gun and loading it. Handing it to Sam he stared into his eyes. "Shoot me."

Looking to the gun Sam took a step back. His face drawn in an unbelieved puzzled as he held his arms out as if Dean was pointing it at him. With a 'duh' expression on his face he spoke. "No."

Still holding the gun to Sam Dean's eyes looked directly into his brother's for a long moment before he lowered the gun. "There's your proof." Slipping the gun into the back of his pants Dean picked up a few more and slung them over his shoulder. "If you had some demon in you you would have at least taken the gun."

"What makes you so sure?" Sam's arms dropped at his side as he watched Dean turn away and pick up what weapons he could carry.

"Because more than anything demons want us dead, the last two surviving Winchesters. We're the son's of the man that only took up hunting twenty four years ago and he made it to the top in no time. We're greater threat than Gordon. If there was a demon in you it would have wanted to smoke me, no hesitation." Picking up a few more guns he looked to Sam. "Grab some and help me load up the back of the Impala." Grabbing his keys with his free hand he left the motel room and headed to the back of the Impala, with a quick twist of the keys the trunk popped open and he lifted the hidden compartment. Stuffing the guns back into the trunk he held his hand out for the last couple Sam had...only to get nothing. "Sam?" Lifting his head from inside the trunk he looked to his left. A loud pop rang in Dean's ears as he fell to the ground. Sam stood there holding a gun out, his lips drawn in seriousness. "Ah...ugh...Sam, what the hell is wrong with you!?" Dean grunted as he gripped his knee, the bullet Sam had shot went right through his knee.

Drawing close to his brother Sam switched the gun with his hand holding the barrel in his grasp."You shouldn't have asked me to shoot you Dean." With a heavy slam on to Dean's skull he was knocked out.

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A grunt slipped past Dean's lips as he slowly started to wake up, his knee throbbing with pain, it felt constricted...almost like it was bandaged. Opening his eyes Dean was greeted with a dirty surrounding. He was missing his shirt and bound around his arms and chest by a thick rope. It looped around his body a good four times making it hard to rub the rope enough that friction would cause it to break. Looking down to his body he found that his pants were barely hanging on to his hips, the button undone revealing the small treasure trail of hair leading downward. Leaning his head back he tried to ignore the throbbing pain going through his skull. "Sam?" He grunted weakily as he tried to shift his arms to break the rope. "Sammy?" CRACK "Ugh!" Dean's head was smacked to the side as Sam's fist made contact with his jaw, a small trail of blood slipping past his lips.

"Good...you're finally awake...it was starting to get boring without hearing you moan." Kneeling in front of Dean Sam leaned in and started to softly kiss his brother's neck.

"Why are you doing this?" Dean tried to hold down his moans as he shook his head forcing Sam's lips from his neck.

"Revenge, big brother...only I'm going to make you feel so amazing you won't even realize I'm killing you." Grasping Dean's lip he tenderly sucked on it as he ran his hand up the back of his brother's head.

"Revenge...for what?"

"Oh you know..." Sam panted as he pulled back for a moment before diving back in claiming Dean's lips as his own. "...you can't tell me you forgot? How about smashing my face into the door Dean? What about beating me to the point I was barely conscious and thrusting into my body without my consent? You slashed my throat Dean..." Setting his lips back to Dean's neck Sam sucked on it again leaving small purple marks.

"You're not Sammy..." Dean groaned. "Where is he?"

"Oh I'm Sam, I'm everything about Sam that he hides..."

"...You're...the demon?"

"I thought you would have figured it out when Sam rose from the dead without a word of a miracle." Chuckling Sam ran his hands along Dean's bare stomach dipping his index finger into his older brother's navel just circling the small area. "How bad do you want it Dean?"

"I don-ahh..." Dean's words were broken by a quick inhale as Sam rubbed his knee firmly against his crotch.Banging his head back against the metal post Dean grit his teeth and clenched his eye trying his hardest to ignore the firm brushing his brother placed on him. "...ah...jesus..." Dean panted as he opened his eyes and let his mouth fall a gap. Sam's tongue immeditaly darting inside and massaging every area of Dean's mouth. Without a thought to what he was doing Dean played back, his tongue lopping along with Sam's drawing it in deeper...deeper...deeper...bingo.

"Ow!" Moving back Sam set his hand to his lips tasting blood over his tongue. "You bit my tongue!?"

"The real Sam would know that I bite." Biting the air Dean smirked before it faded to a serious expression. "Where is he?"

"How many times do I have to tell you Dean? I am Sam." Pacing around Dean he trailed his finger's along Dean's neck. "When dad was first trying to figure out what happened to mom I couldn't fall asleep until you held me...when I got old enough you and me got the same bed because I couldn't sleep otherwise...when I wanted to go to school you were always there to tell me way to pick up chicks, I used a couple of them but never presued anything..." Turning his head around the metal post Dean was tied to he kneeled down. "How am I doing?" Getting no reply Sam shrugged and stood back up. "Fine, I'll continue...when I first met Jess my first thought was what would Dean do or say for that matter. Three days before you came to get me to go find dad I was looking at engagements rings for Jessica...I bet you didn't know that Jessica thought she was pregnant..." Leaning in front of Dean he smirked. "I bet you didn't know that since I was sixteen I've been wanting to get into your pants so so bad..." Leaning in he huskily whispered into Dean's ear. "I could make you feel so good Dean...I wanted to feel you inside me, I wanted to taste all of you, feel all of you..."

"You could just be muttering out bullshit, demon can read minds I'm sure mine's an open book."

"True but there is something that Sam knows and you don't...but I'm sure you could piece it together." Softly kissing the spot just under Dean's ear Sam slipped his fingers down the front of his pants wrapped his finger's around Dean's swollen length. "Sam didn't lose his virginity with a girl...he's been with another man..."

"Who?" Dean's voice held a shiver as he tried to ignore the gently stroked going over his constricted erection.

"You might remember him, used to be my friend in highschool, came over to study a lot...real gorgeous body...as amazing as yours." Leaning in Sam tenderly sucked along Dean's neck as his hand continue to stroke Dean't length pumping hard and faster squeezing with each beat of Dean's heart. A smile graced his face as he heard Dean inhale sharply.

"Evan..." Dean barely mumbled. He remember the kid. Evan and Sam were so close you'd swear they were brothers instead of him and Sam...and then one day he just stopped coming around. "...I don't believe you."

"Oh c'mon Dean...why do you think I know how to treat a guy so well?" Sam's finger curled tighter as they pumped firmly along his brother's length. His entire body pushing into Dean as well as he watched his face, the way he moaned and bite his lip in an attempt to stay focused. "Just accept it Dean."

"Ha ha, I gotta say you may look like Sam...but your sure as hell aren't as smart as him." Watching Sam's face turn down Dean smiled as the ropes tying him turned loose and pooled at his hips. Pulling his fist around he wailed hard on Sam's face and took the few moments Sam stumbled dazed to remove the ropes. As he stood he was able to catch a fist thrown to his face. His hand gripped Sam's wrist and twisting it forcing him to the ground.

Dean's moment of victory was quickly cut short as Sam whirled him around smacking him hard in the face and knocking his head against the metal structue he had been tied to before. Grabbing Dean's hair he slammed his face into the metal structure a few times. Reaching Dean grabbed Sam's long locks and thrust the other's head into the metal as well. Both releasing eachother and stumbling back in a daze. Wtih a breathless laugh Dean tackled Sam down and wailed a few times on his face as his brother scrambled to fight him off.

"Dean! Dean!!" Sam cried as he held his hand up in a stop motion. "Dean stop...stop please...it's me...it's Sam..."

Dean held his clenched fist ready in the air as he looked down to Sam, his eyes going over his brothers. "Sammy?"

"Yeah...?" Sam just watched Dean for a moment before his brother's fist made contact with his face again. Grunting un pain Sam twisted under Dean's body.

"You're a real pain in the ass you know that." Gripping his brother's hand Dean lifted Sam to his feet and grabbed his shoulders. "Now..." Holding Sam's face he smiled to him. "...how about you take a much needed rest?" Pulling roughly on Sam's head he brought it forehead and smashed his own skull against Sam's. Looping his arms around Sam's body he held him up as his brother went limp. With a grunt he shifted Sam to his back and lifted him high enough to carry him. "Man Sammy...you are one hell of a freak." Bumping his brother higher on his back Dean headed to the exit, his right step giving a soft limp.