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Drip…drip...drip...
The sound is relentless, fucking water, and no matter how much Dean tries to ignore it, it's still there, constant, annoying, penetrating his brain and making him surface, dragging him up from the depths of unconsciousness. He fights it, knowing that going back into the light brings pain and fear and he wants to stay here, damn it, where it's warm and soft and dark. There's something holding him in place, stopping the sway of his body, and his hands are numb, asleep, needles picking into them as he tries to flex his wrists.
Drip...drip...
What the hell?
With a groan, he cracks open one eye and feels the nausea hit him full on, the dim light shooting daggers through his head and making him want to puke his guts out. His jaw is throbbing, matching the pounding of his heart, and he works open his mouth, hearing the crick of bone but it's not broken, thank Christ.
Dean lets his head loll backwards, taking in his situation at a glance and shit, this isn't good, not good at all. He's in one of the camp showers, his hands yanked above him, roped up tight to a shower head, facing the worn, damp cedar wall, the smell of wet wood clogging his nose, making him gag. He tastes the bitter copper of old blood in his mouth as he tests the binds holding him, hissing at the pain, his wrists already torn raw from hanging there for God knows how long, his shoulders burning, almost dislocated from the sockets. Nope, he's trussed up good and solid, no sway or give but no surprise there-
He'd taught his brother well and Sam always did have a particular fascination with knots.
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They'd made their way back to the tent, collapsing next to each other, holding on tight and sleeping like the dead until well past noon, the fighting and loving of the night before having taken its toll on their exhausted bodies.
Dean wakes first, stretching, his limbs heavy, languid, more relaxed than he can ever remember being and he looks over at Sam who's still snoring, mouth open and drooling. Dean hitches himself up on an elbow and stares down at his brother, studying every curve of the familiar face, shell-shocked that Sam was able to break him apart so easy and bring him to his knees, terrified at how completely wide open and exposed he feels now. He's never been here before, raw and laid bare and he's so frigging scared he can hardly look at it full on. His heart is bursting full with both fear and love for Sam and it feels like it's going to explode out of his chest at any second. He'd do anything for Sam and now his brother knows it, knows everything inside of him and still loves him anyway and holy shit, that's a fucking scary ass thing.
He reaches out with a hand, stroking the long dark hair softly, remembering that mouth, those eyes glittering down, locked on his as Sam shoved into him, deep and fierce, filling him and bringing him right to the edge of the world.
Dean flexes his muscles…yup, sore as hell but the memories are already working on him, tickling at the edges of his brain, making his balls tingle with anticipation, arousing him to the point where he can't possibly go back to sleep until he takes care of some business and that business is starting to stand at attention now, almost purring at him as he rubs his hand against it.
But no, this part can wait. Pleasure first.
Slowly, he pulls down on the sleeping bag, uncovering Sam's naked body with hot lust, greedily eying the hard chest and the lean abdomen and further down…
Mmm…there it is.
That fucking sweet dick that brought him to ecstasy, making him lose his mind with passion in the steamy gush of orgasm. Dean looks down at it in wonder, a flash of sudden hunger has him licking his lips with need, with want and the heat surges up inside of him, too much, too huge and he can't stop it, can't resist it. Even if he wanted to, the urge is too strong to fight and his heart gives a hard thump, almost painful and he catches his breath on it, barely recognizing the emotion he's feeling because it's old and unused, rusty and creaking and when it hits him, his eyes burn with the sudden sting of tears as he realizes what it is he's feeling.
Hope.
He doesn't have to resist anymore, doesn't need to fight. No more trying to fill up the ache in his gut, the gaping hole in his heart that's always been waiting for Sam. Nope, he can have this anytime he wants, for now and always and Jesus Christ, that thought scares him more than any other because now, this has to be protected, ferociously guarded, with snapping jaws and bared teeth against anything that tries to hurt it or take it away.
He firms his jaw, his eyes glinting dangerously as he silently promises his brother, "Don't worry, Sammy. I'll take care of us, I swear."
He lets his gaze wander down the tan skin, the hard muscles and reaches out a shaking hand, tentative and careful, gently wrapping a palm around Sam's sleeping dick, slowly pulling up and down, lazy and soft, taking his time, dragging the skin back and forth. Sam's erection is swift and sudden, limp one second, rock hard and ready the next and Dean's left grinning at Sam's vigor. He moves down Sam's chest and belly, rubbing his cheek against the velvet skin of erection, feeling the warmth against his face, the scent of his brother familiar, almost painful, and a turn of his head brings his mouth right there and he can't help himself, he has to taste. He licks around the slit with just the tip of his tongue, surprised at the clean flavor – Sam must've washed himself down because it's rain, mist and pine rolling over his taste buds, so fucking delicious and there's an after-touch of honey that catches on his brain and holy shit!
Dean gives one of Sam's thighs a gentle tug, opening his legs just enough to allow himself access and he climbs over, careful not to jostle and wake up his brother. He wedges himself in between and bends to give Sam's cock another swipe with his tongue, sliding around the tip in a sensual circle, the tang of it throwing his brain into overdrive and before he knows it, Dean's up on his knees, his lips sliding over the length of soft skin, going all the way down until he can't breathe, almost choking himself on it but it tastes so freaking delectable that he doesn't care. He wants Sam all the way in, wants to touch his lips to the kinky hair at the base and Dean's impatient at his own weakness, shit, can't fucking take it, as he gives a grunt in his throat and slides back up again.
Breathe and dive back down, open up, relax the throat, let the tongue go loose and Dean gets a little further this time, taking a half inch more. He gives a little nod, just a matter of will, that's all, and pulls back up again, almost off, holding the tip in his mouth and sucking lightly. He starts his descent on a deep breath in, moving towards his target and swoops down fast, forcing himself and yes, it's working! When Dean raises his head, fingers in his hair are raking his scalp with rough nails and Sam's body beneath his mouth has come alive, trembling and rocking upwards, soft moans and mutters filling the tent, surrounding his head.
"Jesus Christ, Dean! Holy fuck, what're you-? God, that feels so good…you don't have to…mmmm….God, right there…right there…."
Sam's hips are moving up automatically, meeting his brother's downward lunge and the goal's in sight now…the thrust up of Sam's is giving Dean the boost he needs and finally, finally, he's got Sam all in and God, his throat's so full, so huge with the flavor of Sam that Dean's dizzy with it, swallowing fast, sucking him in.
"Mmmrph…" he mumbles and Sam gives an answering twitch of his hips, tightening his fingers in Dean's hair and pulling his head back up until just the tip is quivering inside Dean's hot mouth. Their eyes lock onto each other, Sam's half lidded, desire sparking through and his lower lip is caught between his teeth and Jesus, he's so fucking gorgeous that Dean's heart almost stops in his chest and they're suspended there in time, lost in each other's gaze, love pulsing between them. They both move at the same time, Sam urging Dean's mouth down and Dean eagerly dropping his head, taking Sam in deep, all the way in, starting to move back up slow and lazy, trying to make it last but Sam can't wait-.
Frantic now, Sam pulls up his brother's head and shoves in rough, fucking into Dean's warm, wet mouth, and Dean meets his brother thrust for thrust, moaning deep in his throat because Sam's taste is different each time, never the same and how is that even fucking possible, Sam's even more delicious than he was in the woods and Christ, Dean wants more-.
And so does Sam, yanking Dean's head down faster now, pushing up and in, deep and pounding, eyes falling closed, face screwed up with pleasure, with passion and Dean is just holding on, finally used to the size of Sam in his throat, able to swirl his tongue around now, lapping up the underside with each slide in.
"God, Dean, fucking God, man...your fucking hot mouth-"
Sam's hips are in overdrive, bucking up in a frenzy, his fingers clenched painfully in Dean's hair and one more pitch up and his cock throbs over Dean's tongue, pulsing, vibrating, hot liquid spurting against the roof of his mouth and Dean swallows fast, not wanting to lose any of the essence that's all Sam, salt and rain, sweat and honey, all rolling in on him. He drinks deep, the moaning in his own throat matching Sam's gasps of pleasure as his brother empties himself into Dean's willing mouth. He watches Sam's face, the twisted features deepening with the spasms rocking his body and eventually smoothing out, a look of peaceful rapture replacing the grimace and Sam's huffing out his breath, trying to calm the harsh sounds filling the tent, the wheezing and panting finally quieting into gentle gasps.
Sam stares down at Dean, his eyes warm with love and lust, "Dean, you-"
His words trail off and suddenly, Dean's yanked up onto Sam's chest and rolled over quickly, Sam growling next to his mouth sensuous and slow, "My turn."
And Dean's mouth is covered with a hot kiss, Sam's tongue sliding in and finding his, swirling around in an erotic circle before withdrawing swiftly and breaking away, looking into Dean's eyes with a shy smile, whispering softly, "Is that what I taste like?"
Dean stares earnestly up into Sam's gaze, "So fucking delicious, I can't get enough of you. This isn't good, man, not good at all. I can't stop touching you, tasting you…wanting you. It was supposed to get better when we-."
He trails off and Sam nods, finishing his sentence, "But, it's worse, right? Cause now we know and I just want more-"
He captures Dean's mouth again, pushing apart the soft lips and dipping in his tongue, slow at first, then diving in deep and probing, each slide sparking flicks of passion through Dean's belly, through his cock, until it's rising it up hard and solid. He can feel himself pushed up tight against Sam's crotch, his brother's hip bones rolling against his and he moans helplessly, the painful throb of erection along with Sam's kisses too much and he needs some serious help here!
He pulls away to huff in a breath, his whispered plea floating in the air between them, "Sammy, please-"
But Sam swoops back down, mumbling against his mouth before swallowing down his words, "God, Dean, your lips are so fucking…so…mmm…-"
And Sam's kiss is sizzling into him, burning him, hot tongue electrifying his own and jolting him, sparks and bursts of silver catching in his brain, pulling him into abyss and sweetly drowning him. Can't catch a breath and Dean's head is swirling, dizzy until all he can do is grip Sam's shoulders and lose himself in the touch, in the taste of his brother, letting Sam take the reins and tame the wild lust in him and he's whimpering, aching for Sam's touch on his dick, bumping up against his brother's crotch and rubbing himself shamelessly on that hot velvet cock above him.
Sam shifts off, earning a groan of disappointment from Dean that corkscrews into moans of pleasure as Sam's hand slides in between them, warm fist wrapping around the base of Dean's cock, squeezing tight and dragging up, slow and gentle, making Dean bite his lip to try to stop the flow of helpless sounds he's making, the stuttering and gasping making him sound like a girl instead of a fierce warrior and shit, that's goddamn embarrassing is what that is-
Sam's thumb begins circling the tip with each upward pull, scraping against the underside with each downward drag, the sensitive vein there shooting waves of pleasure through Dean with the scratch of Sam's fingernail as the slip-slap of hand on dick mixes with the moans and gasps Dean hears coming out of himself, rhythm matching the jerking of Sam's wrist and his hips are bucking up of their own accord, meeting Sam on the downward slide and so sweet, so fucking sweet-
"Shit, Sam, that's it, right there….fuck, that's-"
The hot mouth on his earlobe now, huffing moist whispers in his ear, on his skin, making him twitch with yearning, feeling the small hairs on his neck rise up in response and a shiver rocks through him as Sam nips at him, his sharp teeth biting along his neck and throat now, sucking against his flesh, marking him. Sam rasps his teeth along Dean's unshaven jaw, the whiskers stiff and unyielding, licks of desire flicking through Dean's belly at the sensation and by the time Sam hums against him, vibrating through him as he works his way down to a nipple, Dean is trembling, rocking up towards Sam's mouth, moaning low in his chest.
Sam pulls and tugs on Dean's dick with his hot palm and Dean's straining up, hips jerking and bucking into Sam's hand as the fiery tongue licks and sucks over Dean's nipples, moving from one to the other until Dean can't get a breath, can't get a fucking gasp in because his nerves are dancing and jumping, his body can't stay still, it's thrumming with pleasure, moving towards nirvana, going higher and higher. The heat roils and rumbles in his belly, flames in his groin as his balls tighten and Sam had just better let him this time, not even try to stop him because no more games, no more shit-
Higher, faster, buck and rock, up into that tight hand and the fire spreads out now, busting wide open and he breaks, body rigid and jerking, spasms rolling through him and he's shooting all over Sam's hand, spurting out in long ropes and Sam's mouth is there, catching and drinking, sucking his load out of him and Christ, that feels so fucking nice and he pumps into the hot wet of Sam's lips until he's done, falling backwards in exhaustion, in relief and Sam licks him clean, swirling his tongue over and down, lapping up every last drop while Dean gasps for air, aftershocks jolting through him with each suck of Sam's mouth.
He reaches down to caress Sam's hair, tiredly whispering, "All done, Sammy…no more…" and Sam lets go of his dick with a small pop and puts his hand to his mouth, licking his fingers clean of Dean's come, one by one, tongue sliding along each while Dean watches, mouth hanging open at the erotic sight before him and it's so-
Fucking hot, blistering him, burning the image into his brain and he can barely speak, able to stutter only a lame, "Christ, Sam, that's –" before his mind completely shuts down.
"Mmmm, delicious is what that is…" Sam smiles at him, sucking the last of it into his mouth before bending to kiss him softly, pushing in his tongue so Dean can taste himself and then he pulls back, "See?"
And Sam gives a deep sigh, a satisfied look on his face as he curls up next to Dean, pulling up the blanket and loping an arm over his brother's chest before cuddling into Dean's shoulder. Dean rolls to face him, pushing him on his back, and scoots up close, laying his head on Sam's chest, needing to feel Sam's heartbeat under his cheek. He closes his eyes, listening to the steady rhythm, strong and thumping and mumbles against Sam's skin, drowsy now, feeling sleep take him as Sam's arm tightens around him and a kiss touches his forehead.
"Love you…." He trails off into slumber and Sam cuddles him in closer, kissing him again before whispering, "Love you, too…"
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When they awake, twilight is moving in, graying out everything in its wake, turning the world shimmery, fuzzy around the edges, the still air expectant with anticipation. It's time to summon up some ghosts.
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The candles flicker in the night, the night breeze blowing the flames into claws, waxing and waning to the cadence of Sam's voice as he chants the ancient words, mixing the oils and herbs together in sequence, stirring slowly and deliberately as he speaks, gesturing over the bowl as the incantation gets louder, more vibrant.
Dean stares at him in the dark, handing him what he needs at the right time, watching the sparks fly into the night as Sam adds in the vervain and pepper, taken from the stock kept in the Impala and stirs the bowl the final three times. He pours the liquid into a circle of salt, calling the spirit of Laurie's mother, summoning her to come inside the circle and as the fire flares inside the salt, a figure writhes in the center and Sam ties knots into a rope, seven in all, tossing it into the circle to bind the spirit to it. The flame flares out and Sam bends to pick up the rope, a satisfied smile on his lips.
"Is it done? Do we have her?" Dean asks.
"Done." Sam mutters and turns away.
Lightening flashes overhead and a rumble of thunder sounds ominously, growling across the night sky. Sam looks up into the dark clouds overhead and Dean puts a hand on his arm, "You want to wait in the car? I can probably take care of Laurie."
Sam gives him a curious look, "What for?"
"Well…the storm..."
Sam shrugs, turns and walks towards the car, hefting the rope in one hand, "Don't worry about it, Dean. I'm good."
A flicker of unease touches the back of Dean's neck as he gathers up the bowl and herbs. He circles around to the back of the car and opens the trunk, tossing the items into a small box and shutting it tight, rooting around for a moment longer before he slams the trunk down with a bang.
Sam is behind him, eyes shining down at him in the dark, "Ready?"
Dean nods, "Let's do this."
And Sam's face is looming over him suddenly as a searing pain jolts through his head, blinding him and Fuck, that hurts, and he's falling, falling down into darkness.
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