Sam and Dean

'Was that it?'

The words just would not stop going through his head.

All the way back to the bunker that afternoon with Dean slightly squirming beside him on the blanket he had insisted on using to protect the leather seat.

And ever since.

He hadn't even contacted the other bereaved families to try and find out if any of them had had more to do with their loved ones' deaths that he had previously realised, although he had tried the number on the card and left a message asking for a response.

'Was that it?'

Now Sam tried to concentrate on helping Dean to chop the vegetables for their evening meal, but those words just would not stop. He knew he wasn't the most experienced in sexual matters, a lightweight compared to his brother in fact, but he had had several partners, and certainly more than a few offers, so surely...

"We've still got some chillies, so perhaps a sweet chilli sauce and noodles...? If that is okay with you?" Dean was talking to him even as he was deftly making...making! ... the pasta mixture. Sam tried to concentrate on watching his brother as he unearthed a mechanical device from the cupboards that the younger man had no idea what it did, and proceeded to roll out the dough thin enough to feed into it.

Sam stalked round the counter to see what he was doing. And to get closer to him as Dean still smelt too damn good despite his immediate shower on their return, his own natural strong meadow-sweet musk breaking through the soap and affecting Sam far too much.

'Was that it?'

Sam watched in amazement as the fresh egg noodles emerged from the recently scrubbed-clean machine as Dean turned the handle: so that was what it did! The older man collected them safely in a bowl and put them aside while he got ready to make the sauce. But even as he reached for the spicy ingredients and the knife, Sam put his hand on his arm to stop him.

'Was that it?'

"What's wrong? I'm sorry: of course you'd want some meat, you need more than this." Dean stared at him in consternation, worried that he was doing something wrong.

But then Sam was drawing him into his arms, pulling him close to his chest, putting his hands up to Dean's face to tilt it gently enough up to look straight up at him, to meet Sam's eyes with his own. He stared down into his brother's eyes.

No, not his brother. So very like his brother. Almost indistinguishable from his brother. Apart from the intoxicating scent that had made Sam all but lose complete control of himself that afternoon.

'Was that it?'

And the eyes. Both Deans had the same stunningly beautiful green eyes. But whereas his real brother's were now always, and had been for far too long a time, weary and down-trodden, and sad, heartbreakingly sad as if he had finally been forced to the conclusion that as a reward for all their sacrifices he would never be allowed to be happy: this Dean's were...anxious that he had upset Sam somehow, but clear.

Gentle.

Innocent.

Absolutely mesmerising.

Sam knew he shouldn't feel like he did about this being. He knew he shouldn't want to...do the things that he wanted to do to something that looked so like his beautiful brother. He knew it would seem weird to any outsider. Because it was weird what had been happening this last few days and especially that afternoon...

'Was that it?'

Oh God, Sam didn't want that to just be 'it'. He wanted to hear the smaller man gasp from pleasure and come completely undone beneath him; he wanted to make Dean scream his name and hold him through the shivers of the best climax the man will ever have had in his entire life.

Sam wanted to make Dean beg for him, to beg for more. Because Sam wanted more.

Much more.

"Sam?"

And Dean was looking up at him, questioning what the younger man was doing but without any fear of him. And the way he'd unconsciously licked his lips as he had parted them to say Sam's name...

Sam was kissing them before hehad realised what he was doing, holding Dean's jaw gently in his large hands. He paused for just an instant, drew back slightly and momentarily, desperate for his brother to give permission, to allow him to continue. If Dean had pulled away, or worse, frozen in his arms, Sam didn't know what he would have done. Because he now knew he was completely gone over this being that looked so like his brother.

And worse: deep inside himself he knew it was because he looked so much like his brother.

But Dean simply stared up at him, a little surprised but licking at his own lips as if tasting: the sight of his pink tongue causing Sam to leak a little, he was already so hard in his jeans. Then he was reaching up to pull Sam down harder onto his own face and opening his mouth to allow the younger man access with his tongue.

And Sam was pushing him backwards, not hard but enough to trap his body against the counter behind him. And he was still stepping forwards, forcing Dean to spread his legs as there was simply no other space for them to be in between his brother's long legs and the solidness of the cupboards behind him. And the consequence of that action was that it caused Dean to slip slightly and made it seem necessary for Sam to reach his strong arms around him in supportive response, catching hold of Dean's denim-covered ass cheeks, pulling his body impossibly even closer until it finally and inevitably was natural for the older man to simply give up the pretence of trying to stand on his own two feet and just allow Sam to pick him up.

And from there it seemed obvious for Dean to wrap his legs around the younger man as Sam began to carry him towards a bedroom, it didn't matter whose, on pure instinct as their tongues were still fully engaged in exploring each other's mouths, and both their eyes were closed to heighten every other sense possible, and if they didn't make it as far as a bed but only to the settee or even the table, then who the hell cared.

But Sam wanted to try and get to a bed. He wanted Dean beneath him in a bed. Naked and beneath him in a bed. So he headed for Dean's room; the real Dean's room. And a little piece of his brain smirked at the thought of his brother's memory foam mattress.

Either this Dean was lighter than his real brother, or the depth of his lust enhanced Sam's incredible hard-worked-for muscled strength, but they made it safely to Dean's bedroom with only the slightest of stumbles and a bruised but ignored painful elbow for the younger man as he caught it on a corner. He didn't care: nothing mattered other than to get his brother onto the bed.

Dean broke the kiss enough to mumble at him to pause while he pulled the immaculately tidy blankets loose and to one side, then Sam was putting him down on the mattress and immediately following him onto the bed, reluctant to leave his lips but at the same time desperate to taste every single inch of the rest of the other man.

Dean reached up to him again only to have Sam hold both of his wrists together in just one of his large hands. "Put them above your head. Keep them there. Just let me touch you."

The thrill that went through him when his brother simply obeyed the order and arched his back off the mattress to stretch his arms and make contact with the headboard, relaxing completely as he did to let whatever was going to happen, happen, was incredible.

Sam had to get him naked.

He began to pull at Dean's clothes, undoing buttons and pulling shirts away as quickly as he could, desperate to get to what lay beneath. But then he suddenly halted and simply stared.

This Dean was unblemished: his warm chest smooth, unscarred, perfect. There were no ragged claw marks, no slits of stab wounds, no bullet-hole shaped scars. For some reason he didn't fully understand Sam felt he had to hastily check his arm: there was no angel's handprint branded into his skin. This Dean had never suffered like his brother had done; never sacrificed everything; never went to hell; never was tortured so badly that he had finally broken; never was raised by Castiel to be almost destroyed over again by the weight of guilt about what he had done.

This one was Dean as he should have been.

Sam braced himself on one arm above his brother…the being that looked so much like his brother…and stared down at him, suddenly overwhelmed by not only that thought, but also at how much he really, truly loved Dean.

And how much he wanted him.

Dean watched him, still with his fingers touching the headboard as he had been told, his shirts bunched around his wrists where they had been pushed up to almost tie his hands together. He could see the swirling emotions in the younger man's face and simply waited. Then Sam was looking straight down into his eyes, hazel meeting green, an expression of such tenderness and love on the young man that it quite took his breath away. He had never seen such a look on his Sam's face, and he knew it was only because this Sam was thinking of his Dean. And he felt a little jealous.

Then Sam was lowering himself down to find Dean's lips with his own again, but even as the other began to reciprocate, he was pulling away and beginning to taste; to tease; to nibble at first one ear lobe then the other, then at Dean's neck while his hands were also starting to explore; to feel; to stroke; to caress.

Sam licked down towards his brother's collar bone and felt the only blemish on the otherwise smooth expanse of skin beneath his tongue. He opened his eyes for a proper look and winced as he realised that it was the scar of a bite: a human-sized and shaped bite that had left permanent raised welts at the base of Dean's neck. It was a vicious and obvious mark and he momentarily wondered why he had never noticed it, before remembering how high this Dean had kept his shirts buttoned right from the start of their meeting.

"What's this? Why would somebody hurt you like this?"

Dean blinked momentarily to rouse himself from the blissful trance that he had been sinking into and focused on Sam's anger through half-lidded but lazily watching eyes. "It's my claiming mark. To show I am mated."

"So…the other Sam did this? Deliberately?"

"Of course. When he claimed me. It is visual proof to all other Alphas that I am taken."

"So it's proof that he owns you?"

"Well…in a way. I must follow and obey my Alpha in all things once claimed or else face being punished by him. But my Sam is good and caring, Sam, things could have gone much worse for me."

"Shit! You're mated!" He suddenly could hardly speak as guilt flowed through him. "What am I doing? How are you going to explain being with me earlier to the other Sam? Isn't he going to be angry at you for sleeping with me?"

Dean responded without having to think about the question at all. "You are his equivalent in this world: your scents are too close to be anything but. And yours might be faint but my body is responding to you just as it would do his, I am already soaked with slick again just from kissing you because you smell and taste like him. Just like I was this afternoon."

And indeed, Sam was becoming overwhelmed with more lust than he ever thought possible as the aroma rose from Dean's body and covered the sheets and himself. It was stronger even than it had been that afternoon. And he had never been so hard in his life.

Never!

"I...you...you think I am no better than a slave, Sam. But an omega needs an Alpha. Really! And here, in this world, that is you," Dean was trying to clarify it for him. "You have already commented on the fact that I seem to need constant contact with others. I do need it: Known scents, known touch: it settles me. And I...like your touch. I need your touch. And it would be much worse if I tried to abstain, my Alpha will be fully aware of the consequences of that. So don't worry about my Sam. Worry more about your Dean with him."

And now with Dean's given permission, Sam gave into his desire and carried on with his exploration of his body, sucking and lapping at his brother's nipples while his hands roamed everywhere he could reach. Soon enough he realised that his brother hadn't been exaggerating when he had said he was soaked. He was. Sam could feel the dampness seeping straight through his denims.

Daring to slide his hand inside them, he could feel the stickiness immediately coating his fingers. The memory of tasting it that afternoon sprang at once to his mind: he couldn't believe it even of himself but he wanted more. Within the next instant he was tugging at the ruined clothes until finally he had his brother as he had wanted him on the bed and was turning him over, manhandling him up onto all fours on the mattress.

He paused for just an instant to admire the sheer beauty of his brother's body, but only for an instant. Then his mouth and hands were back on it, back in it. His first touch with his tongue was tentative, still aware of what he was doing and who he was doing it with. But as he licked up the inside of Dean's solid thigh, the unbelievable natural sweetness that the other man was producing was intoxicating, and almost immediately and overwhelmingly addictive.

Any last vestige of embarrassment went driven out of Sam's mind as he simply took.

Took every last bit of the honey-sweet nectar from inside and out of Dean's body with his mouth and tongue; took advantage of the other's offered vulnerability by running and touching his hands and fingers along and into every inch of the glorious flesh before him until he had every last bit of it mapped inside his mind, (although this Dean's lack of having any testicles did cause him to exclaim and panic for a moment); and finally, when his brother's limbs were trembling and shaking from the effort of holding himself up on them, Sam gently laid him down on his back, covered him with his own larger body, and took more orgasmic pleasure than he had ever thought possible when he buried himself deep within him again and again.

They lay on the mattress together while they each recovered, Sam's arms and legs wrapped tightly around Dean where he had twisted them over to pull the smaller man to lay half on top of him, reluctant to even allow a current of air to break the contact between their bodies. His brother's breath wafted rhythmically against his neck and upper chest and his arm lay gently across Sam's waist to rest his fingers against the prominent hip bone there. And that, Sam thought, is where he should be.

Dean shifted his position a little, trying to get more of Sam's scent in his nostrils, his hand drawing back a little as he moved to stroke unintentionally across Sam's groin. The younger man immediately responded, his cock becoming hard and ready to go again from even that slight touch from the other. He moaned from just the thought of being inside Dean again and began to roll over to be on top of him.

"May I? Again?"

"Of course, Sam. Definitely."

"But you enjoyed it?"

"It was very pleasant, Sam. Yes I enjoyed it."

Sam raised his head and body up on his elbows and blinked down at his brother. "Very pleasant!? Is that really how you would describe what we just did?"

Dean met his eyes without a flicker of teasing in them. "It was nice, Sam, and you tried to see to my needs. And yes, you can do that to me again, as often as you want while I am here. Actually, I would be grateful if you would. And you are my surrogate Alpha after all: it would not be for me to refuse you anyway."

"Yes. But…. Did you want that?"

"I always want sex, Sam. I'm an omega! They say that's why we were created! From the moment we present, our most basic instinct is to breed and that goes with having lots of sex! Luckily we were also created to be very good at it!"

He smirked up at Sam and lazily put his arms around his solid shoulders, using them for support to raise himself bodily off the bed. Sam gasped despite himself as he felt his brother's lips and teeth against his neck and ears, nibbling and sucking, and teasing him until all he could think about was getting back inside that beautiful body beneath him.

Even as he pushed Dean back down onto the bed and caught at his legs, pulling them high around his own chest although he had the distinct impression that this Dean was far more flexible than he had ever considered possible, Sam was incredulous about how out of control his brother….this being that was the image of his brother…had taken him, and how quickly. He may not want to admit even to himself that he had always had a definite latent desire for Dean, but this lookalike had completely destroyed all his carefully constructed barriers in just a few days.

And this? This heaven as he pushed himself into Dean again? What was going to happen when his real brother came back? Because Sam wasn't just going to be able to give this up: he already knew that.

Just from this one day, he knew that.

But for now all his attention was returning back to this Dean, as Sam began to thrust into him steadily and the unbelievable pleasure started to build up over the whole of his body again. Sam caught his brother's gaze and the other returned it without hesitation, his green eyes staring up unblinkingly into his own, perfectly content to allow Sam to take control of both the situation and of him. Sam bent his elbows and lowered himself enough to meet Dean's lips with his own. They were perfect. This was perfect. He was perfect.

Apart from the fact that he wasn't really Dean.

And then Sam didn't care about anything at all as he came again with a loud cry and a lot of verbal praise for the other man, and then he had all but collapsed on top of him. Dean kept his legs wrapped round his back as he recovered, making small circles with his hands against Sam's shoulder muscles. Sam twisted his head enough to feel the welts of the mating mark against his lips. For the first time he suddenly understood: he felt the urge to take possession, he wanted to have been the one to have put that mark there.

He wanted this Dean to be his. And he knew that he wanted his real brother to be his as well.

No matter what.

Despite immediately feeling ashamed at that thought, he carefully sucked at the perfect, smooth skin beside the scar to leave his own, albeit temporary symbol there. Then he got worried that he was crushing the smaller man beneath him and rolled them both over until Dean was laying over him once more, protected by his arms.

Sam fully expected that they would sleep like that, but after a few minutes Dean had slipped out from his embrace and was climbing from the bed. He leant forward to kiss Sam gently then straightened. "I'm going for a shower. Then, would you still like those noodles? They will only take a few minutes once the sauce is prepared."

Sam caught his hand as he turned to the drawers to find some cleaner clothes. "Dean? That was okay, wasn't it?"

"Of course, Sam. It was good. But I'm hungry. And sticky."

"Dean?"

The older man paused and glanced at him, frowning when he saw his brother's lost-puppy expression. He thought for a moment then sat beside Sam on the bed, fully relaxed in his nakedness, trying to think of how to explain.

"Sam. That was good. I enjoy being with you, and I very much enjoyed what we just did. I want to do it again, as much as you will let me."

"There's a but, isn't there….?" Sam also sat up, inching his long body and the blankets back until he was sitting leant at the top of the bed. "But?" he prompted.

Dean nodded. "But." He leant forward, pulled the sheets loose until he could see Sam's now limp and satisfied cock. Before Sam could exclaim at him, his brother bent and kissed it gently before pulling away again. "You have the scent of an Alpha, Sam. But only the body of a male beta. And I am an omega: I need an Alpha. Preferably my Alpha. But… well, unfortunately, any Alpha."

"I don't understand."

"That was good, Sam. I would like to do that, with you, again. In fact, it would benefit me greatly the more we can do that. But if you are expecting me to…. tell you that was the best sex I have ever had, then I would be lying. And I am sorry if you are upset by that. You are good in bed: you tried to make me feel good. Your mouth is very talented."

"What do you mean, benefit you?"

Dean looked away, tilting his head down as if he had hoped he wouldn't have to answer. "Regular sex will keep my body from going into heat, Sam. I really mean it when I say that an omega was created to breed: that's our most basic instinct. At home, I've been able to suppress the urge: I already have three children and they keep me occupied enough! So for the last few years, I've taken medication so that I haven't needed to worry. But...since I've been here... I haven't been able to take them: I doubt you even have anything enough like them here." He looked at his feet and sighed. "I'll soon be going into withdrawal. And, once then...if my body goes too long without…intimate contact, even if it's only with a beta, then it may well trigger a heat. To try and breed. That's our blessing and our curse. And for that, I need an Alpha, seriously. Preferably my own, who knows just what to do to satisfy me."

He smirked a little at the thought of his Sam and Sam felt irrationally jealous at his expression.

"But here there are no Alphas. And if an omega can't get help through their heat from an Alpha, then it has been known to be fatal. Believe me, a full on heat is no laughing matter, Sam. as my body will want to try and breed, it might well drive me a little...uncontrollable."

"Are you seriously telling me you could die if you don't get sex?" Sam was incredulous. And somewhat scathing. And more than a little upset at being told that was just 'pleasant' when he had just had one of the best experiences of his life.

Dean smiled at his putout expression. "It can happen, Sam. Unfortunately it does happen. Usually in the first heat as it is by far the most dangerous; either the newly presented omega will go mad from the sudden intensity of it and be driven to seek out any Alpha around, no matter who, or sometimes they will have been locked away for their own safety, which is useless if they desperately need help with it!

Believe me, that's first one's not fun! At least once you know you are an omega, you can prepare for and deal with it. Luckily dad had had an inclination that I was an omega and had prepared accordingly. And he was a good man: he could have claimed me himself, but he didn't. He only wanted me safe, no matter what Sam thinks about it.

So if it is okay with you, then we will keep doing that as much as you are able because regular sex will hopefully keep my body fooled enough that it won't go into full-on heat. And it will be a full-on heat after all these years. If that is alright with you, that is. My Alpha will be grateful that you have kept me alive: believe me, he will be worried about me surviving away from him."

The smile turned into a lustful leer and he slid fully forward on the bed to corner Sam where he sat, pulling the sheets fully off, straddling his hips with his knees and rubbing his groin against the younger man's.

"Christ, Dean! How can you already be wanting more?" Although Sam was getting aroused again as well, even despite his hurt feelings. But he had spent all of his life perfecting the locked-out puppy-dog sad eyes and felt that he could turn even this situation to his advantage.

Not that it turned out he needed to, as Dean was obviously already intent on apologising for upsetting him in his own unique way.

He pulled Sam physically down the bed to give himself room to kneel astride him and then rode him with perfect judgement, using his strong thighs to pleasure him until the younger man felt his eyes all but roll back into his head with the force of his climax this time. He really didn't think he was going to have the energy to get out of the bed for days. Then, to his intense disappointment, Dean did almost immediately get out of the bed to disappear to the bathroom without a single trace of discomfort.

Sam heard the shower switch on and sighed: he was so physically drained that he was trembling slightly, he didn't think he could even stand up without being wobbly on his legs, but he still felt a strong lust-filled desire to go and join his brother beneath the soothing warm water. Instead he lay back beneath the covers and sleepily dozed for a while.

Dean woke him with a tray of warm freshly cooked food on two plates and joined him back in the bed as they ate.

"I could get used to this," Sam sighed as he finished the delicious noodles and sauce. "You're a wonderful cook. So's my Dean: he'd love to learn how to do this."

"I'll write my recipes down for him."

Sam nodded and took the tray to put it on the floor. Dean started to move from the bed again. "I'll clear it up."

"No, you won't." Sam had his arms around his waist and was pulling him back down into his arms, undoing and removing the last of his brother's clothes as he did and dropping them over the side of the mattress. "I'll do it tomorrow."

And with that he was turning the bedside light off as they finally settled down for the night. Dean's body half covering his own again, his face pressed into Sam's neck so his lips could gently touch and he was able to scent the warm skin there, his hands wrapped around Sam's waist just as tightly as his own were around his brother.

Yes, Sam really could get used to this.