I love you I Hate you
A/N: Alright, I decided to push what happened to my mom back for a few chapters. This never happened to my mom, decided to cause drama of my own. Also to answer a guest that left a review. No my mom doesn't love/like wincest, but my mom is the type of mother that respects me enough to answer whatever questions I have. I asked her for a suggestion for a wincest fic, and she gave me a real life event that happened in her life, to use.
Warnings: Sex scene and rape scene in this chapter.
They'd been driving for several days, but finally they were pulling into Ferndale. However as they drove through the town, they both noticed something was missing. "Dude, theres no motels." Dean grumbled. Sam gave him a 'no duh' look before following the road to the next town; Minneola. Pulling off 561 and onto 27 he drove south until they came upon the Orange motel. Sam pulled into the parking lot and parked, while Dean climbed out and walked into the office. "We need a room with a queen bed." Dean said. "Room 2." The chick replied, he nodded and thanked her before walking outside and grabbing some of their bags from the cars trunk. After slamming the trunk shut he lead Sam to the room and unlocked the door, dropping the bags near the end of the bed they glanced around. The room was bland, a dark green carpet with dark green walls. Shrugging Sam kicked the door shut and locked it.
After the door was shut and locked Sam dropped the bags he had next to the bed as well before sitting down on it. "Well, at least its not as bad as other motels we've been in." He said, looking up at Dean from where he'd sat. Dean glanced around the room before nodding "True." Turning back to his brother he looked down into his hazel eyes and couldn't keep from smirking. "What do ya say to trying out the bed?" Dean asked, stalking towards Sam and placing his hands on his brothers shoulders. Running them down his chest before slipping under his brothers shirt. Sam kept looking up into his brothers eyes, groaning as Deans hands brushed across his nipples. "Dea, we should really work on the case." He tried to persuade his brother. "We can, but I think we need a little tension relief after driving for so long." Dean replied, sinking to his knees in front of Sam. His hands slid up, pulling his brothers shirt over his head and tossing it to the floor. "Don't you?" Dean asked, leaning forward and kissing his brothers chest, nipping it and the soothing the skin with his tongue. Sam moaned, arching into his brothers touch slightly.
"Dea..." Sam moaned, running his hands down his brothers sides and hooking under his shirt. As he pulled it up, forcing Dean to break his ministrations for a few seconds before it joined his shirt on the ground. Dean smirked before he took one of his brothers nipples into his mouth, sucking on it for a few minutes before he bit and licked it. Turning to the other he repeated the actions as his hands undid his brothers belt, and then jeans. Pulling back he hooked his fingers into his brothers waistband and pulled. Sam lifted his hips, allowing Dean to rid him of his pants and boxers in one go. Dean allowed his hands to move back up, one hand gripped his brothers shaft as he began to stroke it. His mouth moved up, to suck on Sams neck as he nipped and licked at his brothers pulse point. "God Dea..." Sam moaned, leaning back some and causing Deans mouth to move down his chest. Deans free hand reached up, pushing his brother back causing Sam to lay back on the bed. Deans tongue circled Sams naval before dipping into it for a second, only teasing before it traveled further down. Pausing to suck and nip on his hip bone.
"Dea! More! Please!" Sam pleaded, his hips thrusting up into Deans hand. He could feel his brothers smirk as he moved down, finally taking Sams prick into to his mouth. "Deaaaa" Sam moaned out, trying to thrust into that warm moist heat. However he couldn't, considering Dean had pinned his hips to the bed. Dean continued to bob his head, hallowing out his cheeks and allowing his tongue to circle the head when he pulled back, but caressed the underside of his brothers dick when he went down. Focusing on the vein that ran along the underside. "Dea!" Sam moaned, his hands clenching at the covers where they lay. Dean hmmed around his brother, causing Sam to jerk and thrash. Sneaking his free hand down he blindly searched until his hand closed around the bottle of lube in his bag. Pulling it out he pulled back only long enough to slick up three fingers before engulfing Sam again, deep throating him in one go. "Dea! So...Close" Sam groaned, thrashing his head from one side to the other. Dean chuckled around his brother before pushing one finger into his brothers puckered entrance. Pausing when it was fully in, but only because of his brothers pained gasp. After a few moments he began to wiggle it, moving it around until he brushed his brothers prostate. "DEA!" Sam half yelped half moaned, ok so it was more a moan then a yelp. Sams ass clenched around Deans finger as his prick started to pulse and he tried to thrust his hips upwards. "Deaaa" He moaned as he came, Dean swallowed all he had to offer before licking him clean. Sam collapsed back onto the bed with a goofy grin plastered across his face as he gazed down at Dean who stood slightly and removed his jeans and boxers with one hand. Talented wasn't he? Climbing onto the bed he leaned over Sam and kissed him, his tongue running across his brothers lower lip begging for entrance. Which of course, was gladly granted. Dean thrust his tongue in and began to explore his brothers mouth as he continued to stretch his brother. Slipping in a second finger he waited until Sam relaxed before he began to scissor him open. Pulling his brothers tongue into his own mouth he began to suck on it. Pulling moans from his brother before he reluctantly broke the kiss. Both gasping for air, as he moved to Sams neck. "God Dea, I love you." Sam panted out, his hands roaming along Deans back and sides as Dean moved down further. Pulling back from trailing kisses down Sams chest he looked up. "I love you too Sammy, so much."
Dean continued to go down, slipping in the third finger when he was sure Sam was stretched as much as he could be with just two. He continued stretching his brother open wider, kissing and lightly nipping his brothers dick, watching as he moaned and arched and thrashed. "Got a kink huh baby boy?" Dean asked as he nipped Sams prick again, making sure to keep the nips light as to keep from hurting Sam. Sam moaned and thrust up at the action. "Dea, please. Fuck MEEE" He moaned as his brothers fingers brushed his prostate. "As you wish." Dean replied, pulling his fingers out causing Sam to whimper. "Shhh one sec Baby boy." Dean whispered, slicking up his hard member before leaning over Sam, pressing his lips against his brothers in a heated kiss before pulling back. He pulled Sam down the bed slightly, before hooking his brothers legs over his arms and pressing into Sam slowly. Each time Sam gasped in pain or flinched he'd stop, leaning over and peppering kisses on his face or whispering sweet nothings in his ear. Once he was fully seated he waited, watching for Sams ok. "Move." Sam whispered out, Dean nodded and pulled out before thrusting in. Shallow slow thrusts to start with but he quickly picked up his pace until he almost pulled out each time before thrusting harshly back in.
Sams moaning started up again and he was moving to meet each one of Deans thrusts, arching up when Dean pulled back and shoving down when Dean thrust into him. Causing Dean to go deeper, his prick brushing across Sam prostate with each pass. Sweat beads began to roll down Deans chest as he grunted and groaned. Working hard to bring his brother to his release before he let his own go. He was faintly aware of the telltale sign that an angel appeared, the rustling of wings but didn't care. He continued to thrust into Sam who gasped and moaned louder and louder. "Dea. Ima." He groaned out before he began to pulse and the tight channel tightened even more around Dean. Sam moaned and arched his back as he came, spilling all over their chests just as Dean came into his arse. Dean continued to thrust through their orgasms before he slowed and collapsed onto of Sam. "Im not crushing you, am I?" He asked quietly. "No." Sam replied, wrapping his arms around Dean as well as his legs, not wanting to lose the feeling of being so full. He knew he'd lose it if Dean pulled out of him. Reaching around he pulled the blanket from the floor and tossed it across them. Only then did he notice Castiel standing in the corner, with a deer in the headlights expression across his face. Awkward?
Sam continued to stare at Castiel, who stared blankly at them. How long had Cas been standing there? Had he been there the whole time? Sam tightened his hold on his brother, who pressed a kiss against his neck and slipped his arms under Sams body, holding Sam to him as well. After what seemed to be forever Castiels eyes snapped directly to Sams, seeming to figure out he'd been spotted. His face screwed up before he vanished from the room just as quickly as he'd appeared. "What was that?" Dean asked, his voice muffled slightly. As Dean started to pull back from their embrace Sam tightened his hold even more. "Nothing. Stay?" He pleaded, pressing a kiss to Deans neck. Dean glanced down at Sam and sighed "We gotta get up." He claimed, but groaned when Sam thrust his hips causing Dean to harden inside of him. "Again?" Dean asked his brother who leaned up and kissed his neck before whispering "Again. Always again." Who was Dean to deny his brother anything?
An hour later they finally rolled out of the bed and headed to the shower. Sams walk was sort of stiff, and he'd winced in pain when first getting up. But what was one to expect after four rounds of sex, back to back? He had tried to get a fifth round, but Dean had refused, seeing the pain his brother was already in so he had gotten out of bed and dragged Sam into the shower. As they slipped into the shower, Dean took his place behind Sam and gently lead him under the spray, before getting the wash cloth wet and began to wash his brothers back. Sam released a sigh as he braced himself against the wall, letting his head drop down and just enjoying the feeling of his brother taking care of him. "What did I ever do to deserve you?" Sam asked, so softly Dean wasn't even sure he was meant to hear it. Slipping around his brother he began to wash his chest, arms and other bits before setting the wash rag off to the side and cupping his brothers face with his hands. "You were you. I love you, for you. I love how compassionate you are, how smart and sexy you are. How you seem oblivious to the fact that every woman and man you pass, has to turn around and eye fuck you. I love that you can look at me and ignore any insults or walls I throw up, that when I look into your eyes all I see is unconditional love. The question here, isn't what you did to deserve me. Its what did I do right, to get your heart after so many times that I've hurt you." Dean said, searching his brothers dark almost emerald green eyes, they were always so full of love, showing whatever mood he was in. If he was pissed, they were hard and cold, if he loved you they were warm and bright, welcoming. Dean could get lost in those eyes for hours. Now however as he searched them, he watched as the doubt left them and the passionate love flooded through them. "Your my brother, my everything. How couldn't I love you?" Sam whispered, also staring into Deans eyes. Dean offered him a smile before leaning up and crashing their lips together, in a passionate kiss. His arms wrapped around Sams neck, and Sams arms went around his waist as their tongues battled before Dean gave up the lead to his brother. Something he rarely ever did. Finally pulling apart Dean smiled up at his brother "I love you, never doubt that. Ok?" He asked, his voice stern. Sam gave him a soft smile and nodded "Ok." Sam didn't know why he was so insecure, but he kept expecting Dean to leave him for some reason. Even though he knew that Dean would die for him, hell he had died for Sam and yet he still had that nagging feeling that Dean would leave him.
Dean finished washing off both of them before they slipped out of the shower and got dressed. Sam couldn't help but glance at his brother every now and then, it wasn't very often for Dean to bare himself like that. It just proved that he loved Sam, at least thats how Sam saw it. Finally pulling out his laptop he started browsing through the local newspapers, bookmarking a few of them to show to Dean. Dean was currently sitting on the bed, pulling on his boots and jacket before he stood up. "I'm gonna go ask around. Call if ya find anything?" He asked, holding up his phone as he said to call. "Alright." The 'be safe' was unspoken, but showed in his eyes as he looked up. Dean nodded, opened the door and strolled out to the Impala. Sam heaved out a sigh as he leaned back in the chair and folded his hands behind his head. He was getting a whole lot of not a damn thing, whatever details about the explosions were being kept hush hush. Running his hand through his hair he stood up and snagged his own jacket, pulling it on and heading for the Bar a short way down the road. He had his cell phone in his pocket, and debated on calling Dean to see if he'd had any better luck but decided against it.
Strolling into the bar Sam peered around to see exactly what the crowd was like, noticing a sort of...well there was no other word to describe it but twitchy, guy sitting off by himself Sam sighed. Heading to the bar he settled down on a stool and waited for the bartender to come over. "Jack and Coke." He said, the bartender nodded and went to filling his order. Once it was set in front of him Sam nodded and just played with the sweat on the glass for a few minutes before picking it up and taking a sip. It wasn't long before someone approached him, settling on the stool next to his. "Whats a hot stud like you doing in these parts?" the guy asked, in what Sam was sure, was suppose to be a sultry tone. Really it took all Sams effort not to roll his eyes before he turned his head, ever so slowly to see the speaker. "Waiting for my lover." Sam deadpanned. Turning back to his drink he went to lift it to his lips again but was stopped by a hand on his forearm. A hand that was currently caressing his arm, he narrowed his eyes and jerked his arm away from the mans touch. It didn't seem to deter the man at all, as he leaned closer to Sam. "I could be your lover." The creep tried to purr into his ear. Sam leaned away from the creeper and turned his cold glare to the guy, to see a severally disturbing smirk across his face, though the man probably thought it was sexy. "No thanks." Sam said, struggling to keep his tone somewhat polite.
The creeps smirk faded from his face and he reached out, grabbing Sams arm and squeezing it tightly. "Shame, could really use a hot piece of ass like yours." Sam tried to ignore the pain in his arm from where the creeps nails were digging into his flesh. "To bad for you I'm taken." Sam growled, twisting his arm to try and get the guys grip off of him. "I don't see lover boy around here." Alex, the creeper said. His free hand slipping up Sams thigh closer and closer to his groin. Sam vaguely wondered if Derick had been this scared or not, when he'd almost been raped? "I said, No!" Sam jerked away, knocking the bar stool over in the process. Alexs grip didn't loosen and instead he twisted it behind Sams back "Lets take a little walk." He hissed into Sams ear, twisting his arm higher and causing Sam to whimper in pain but he walked towards a darkened hall anyways. Alex smirked as he shoved Sam against the wall, shoving his knee between Sams legs. "Such a good little bottom aren't you? Lover boy trained you well didn't he? So submissive." Alex cooed, running a hand along Sams face.
Alex kept Sam pinned against the wall, his free hand drifted down to undo Sams jeans and slipped into the now open pants, grasping Sams shaft. "Oh, so big and hard. Bet Lover boy loves playin with you doesn't he?" Alex whispered, stroking Sams dick roughly. Sam winced and whimpered as he tried to scoot along the wall. "S..s.. Please, stop." Tears were now welling up in his eyes as he craned his head. Praying that Dean came, or hell even if Castiel came. Alex smirked and grabbed his face "No one can help you now." He hissed, pushing Sams pants down and undoing his own. Alex stroked himself once or twice before shoving Sam to the ground and climbing on top of him as soon as he hit. Shoving himself roughly into Sam he thrilled at Sams scream of pain. The pain, god it felt like he was being ripped in half, he could feel the muscle tearing and what he assumed to be blood lubricating the mans dick. "STOP! OH GOD STOP!" Sam sobbed out, choking on his tears as the man thrust ruthlessly into him.
Dean had come back from asking around to find that Sam wasn't in the motel room where he'd left him. Glancing around he noticed that his brothers jacket was gone. "Probably went to the bar." Dean said, about to sit down when Castiel popped into the room. "Dean, Sams in trouble. The bar, in a back hallway." Castiel gasped out. "What? Dude, zap me there!" Dean cried, and Castiel did as asked. Once he got over the nauseous feeling it came back with a vengeance as he heard Sams cries. 'STOP! OH GOD STOP!' He sounded in pain. Dean growled and charged down the hall, rounded the corner and what he saw nearly made him vomit. A guy was thrusting into his Sammy, blood could be spotted on the ground. Sams blood. Dean didn't even think, he stalked forward and grabbed the man, yanking him off of Sam which caused Sam to gasp in pain. He felt sorry for that, but at least it got the man off of his lover. "I believe my lover told you to stop." Dean growled, his normally hazel eyes nearly black with the amount of anger he felt. Drawing back he punched the guy as hard as he could in his stomach, causing the man to double over in pain and begin to cough. "He was asking for it man!" Dean punched the guy in the face that time, knocking him to the ground. Dean drew back his leg and kicked Alex in the stomach repeatedly while speaking. "Please. -kick- Enlighten -Kick- Me -kick- To how -kick, kick- My -kick- lover was -kick, kick- asking -kick- for -kick- It -kick,kick,kick-" Alex was desperatly trying to curl into a ball, and roll away from Dean, resulting in some of the kicks to land on his arms and even his spine. "Dea!" Sams voice was horse and pained. "Dea stop...hes not worth it!" Deans kicking faulted, which gave Alex the chance to fetch his knife from his boot. Rolling over he shoved the knife into deans calf. "SON OF A BITCH!" Dean screeched, drawing back and kicking Alex in the head twice, causing him to pass out.
Once Dean was sure he was out cold he limped over to Sam and pulled out his cell phone, dialing 911 and telling them where they were, and that someone had attacked his boyfriend and then stabbed him in the leg. They told them they would send help. After hanging up Dean collapsed to the ground next to Sam and leaned over him, covering Sams face in chaste kisses. "God Sammy...I'm so sorry. Cas told me you were in trouble, I came as fast as I could." Sam flinched at first when Dean leaned over, but calmed once the first kiss was placed on his face. Reaching out he grabbed a hold of deans shirt and sobbed into his brothers chest. Dean wrapped his arms gently around Sam and rubbed his back. "Shhh. Helps on the way, it'll be ok. You'll be ok." Dean murmured into Sams hair. "Now you wont want me, i'm dirty Dean...used...i should of fought him off, but I didn't. I'm weak, and dirty and used." "No Sam. Listen to me. Your not weak, you were scared. Any one would be scared stiff in your situation. Your not dirty or used either, your still the same Sammy you were this morning. Your still the same guy I've loved for years. Don't let him make you think any different. Because if you do, when your healed I will beat the shit out of you. You understand me?" Dean said, the last bit was said with a slightly teasing tone. He felt Sam nod against his chest and sighed, clutching his brother to him.
Five minutes later the paramedics came storming into the bar and down the hallway, directed by Castiel who'd given the brothers the space they needed. Sam started freaking out when he noticed at the people. "No! Don't touch me!" He screamed, smacking their hands away as they tried to give him injections and take his blood pressure and such. Dean winced as he rolled over Sam, pinning him to the ground. "Sammy! SAM!" He yelled as Sam started freaking out more. "Its me. Its Dea. Its ok, they're just here to help you. I'm right here, I wont let anyone hurt you, I promise. Ok baby?" He whispered, reaching up to caress his brothers face. "Dea?" Sam whispered back, his voice was so quiet and scared...so innocent that Dean nodded "Yea. Dea. I'm right here." Glancing up he nodded to the paramedics, unblocking one arm but turning Sams head so he was facing him. "Its alright, just focus on me ok babe? Ignore them and look at me." He continued, keeping his hand on Sams face to keep him from turning to the paramedics. "Thats it, focus on me. You're gonna be ok, I promise." His tone was soft, and his eyes were wet with unshed tears. He used his thumb to brush some tears from Sams face, leaning in he pressed his lips against Sams but kept it chaste, even though Sam tried to deepen it. "Sir, we need to get him on the gurney." A paramedic said, causing Sam to tense at the sound of his voice. "Shh Its ok baby. I'm gonna pick you up alright? They have a nice gurney here that you can ride on, they're gonna take us to the hospital. Is it ok if I pick you up?" Dean asked, gazing into Sams eyes. They were so haunted now, so scared. But the most prominent emotion was trust, and love. Sam slowly nodded his head and clutched to Deans shirt. "Are you sure thats wise sir? You're hurt too." The Paramedic said. "I've had worse." Dean snapped, slipping his arms under Sams knees and behind his shoulders before standing. He gritted his teeth as he put weight on his leg but managed to limp to the gurney. Sam tugged on his shirt once he was lowered onto it and he glanced at the paramedic, who nodded. Dean scooped his brother up and laid down on the gurney, laying Sam on top of him on his stomach.
Dean ran a hand through his brothers hair as they loaded them into the ambulance. "Everything is gonna be fine, Sammy." Dean whispered as Sam whimpered and flinched on top of him. Deans other arm was wrapped around Sams waist, hugging his brother to him. Dean continued to stare up at the roof of the ambulance. "I'm not leaving him when we get to the hospital." He told the paramedics. He knew what would happen, Sam would freak out and his hunter training would kick in. Innocent people would be hurt, badly and then Sam would feel terrible. "Alright Sir, since he seems to react better with you around, we'll tell the doctors." The paramedic replied. "Thanks." Dean said, finally allowing a tear to slip down his face. "You really do love him, don't you?" The paramedic asked. "With my life." Dean replied honestly. "I'd die for him." He added on, pressing a kiss to the top of Sams head. And he'd die for me Dean added silently. The arm that was wrapped around his brothers waist moved up, rubbing circles on Sams back. "Its obvious. You know how to comfort him so well." "I raised him, I'd hope i'd know how to bring him comfort." Dean replied, glancing down at his brother. "I know you'll probably find it sick. But hes my brother, and my lover." He said, looking at the Paramedic almost daring her to call them disgusting. "I don't. Its not common, but I can tell you both love each other greatly. If he trusts you after whats happened to him today, so soon. You must treat him right. Most 'normal' relationships are destroyed when one is...raped." She used quotation marks when she'd said 'normal'. Dean offered her a brief smile "Hes stronger then most 'normal' people." Dean whispered, but said no more as they reached the ER.
As the back doors to the ambulance were opened Sam flinched and cringed, digging his fingers into Deans sides as he whimpered. "Shhh. Sammy its alright. I gotcha remember? Deas here. I'm not gonna let anyone hurt you." He started whispering, wrapping the arm back around Sams waist and stroking his brothers head. The Paramedics waited outside the ambulance until Dean had Sam calmed back down again. Once it was safe they unloaded the gurney and began to wheel them into their room. When the nurses asked if they were separating them Sam started screaming and clutching to dean. "NO YOU CANT TAKE HIM! No! Dea you promised! You promised Dea! You said you weren't leaving me!" Tears were streaming down Sams face as he tried to press himself into his brother. Dean shot the nurse that'd asked that a glare as he winced. "Shhh Sammy, She was wrong. I'm not leaving you, I promise. Of course, if you squeeze me any tighter then I wont be able to breathe." He forced out, chuckling once. "But i'm not leaving you. Not ever, I'll be right here under you the whole time alright?" He turned Sams head to face him, staring into his brothers tear soaked eyes. He once again used his thumbs to brush away the tears. "Promise." Dean said once again. He was taken by surprise when Sam crashed their lips together and forced his tongue into Deans mouth. Dean let Sam have the lead in the kiss, getting the feeling he needed to regain some sense of control. Reluctantly Sam pulled back and offered Dean a broken sheepish grin. "Theres my Sammy." Dean whispered, kissing his brother on the lips again, but kept it chaste.
The nurse apologized and left after trying to help Dean switch from the gurney to the bed to which he glared and snarled at her. Once he was situated in the bed Sam wiggled slightly, wincing from the pain in his arse. He curled his arms around Deans back and nestled his face into Deans neck. Taking in deep breaths, using his brothers scent to calm him. Sometime later the doctor came in and froze at the sight before it. Sam had fallen asleep some how, and Dean was laying as still as possible with his leg wrapped up. "Hi. I'm Dr. James Duff. Is he asleep?" He asked, pointing at Sam. Dean glanced down "Yea." He whispered back. "Do you mind if I give him a tranquilizer. The exam i've got to do can be painful. I'll give him a pain killer as well." Dr. Duff asked. "Sure, but if you harm him in anyway, I'll kill you." Dean hissed. The doctor nodded, before drawing up the Tranquilizer and pain killer, injecting both into Sams ass cheek. Once he was sure they'd kicked in he began his examination and frowned. "It seems that while the muscle on the outside of his anal cavity is torn, the delicate skin inside has not been ripped. It would seem you arrived before any permanent damage could be done. I'll have to stitch up the muscle, and he'll be on a liquid diet for a few weeks as well as have to sit on a donut while it heals. I'll be prescribing him pain killers and antibiotics as well. The blood the paramedics took came back, and he has no STDs but I suggest rechecking in two weeks time." The doctor said, before he set to work stitching up Sam. Once he was done he covered Sam with a blanket and unwrapped Deans leg.
"Ouch. The attacker did this?" The doctor asked, looking up. "Uh yea. I kind of snapped when I saw him raping my lover." Dean replied, albeit sheepishly. "Understandable. I'd snap too if I saw someone raping my wife." The Doctor replied. "This'll sting a bit." He warned, washing the wound out with antiseptic to kill off any germs. Dean hissed and flinched but otherwise remained still. "Its not that big. Course he barely missed the Achilles tendon. You got lucky there. Just needs stitches and to be cleaned daily. I'll prescribe you antibiotics and pain killers as well, if a infection forms come back." Dean nodded and the Doctor stitched him up, before re wrapping it with a fresh bandage. "Can we go home?" Dean asked. "I don't see why not. Of course, I'd suggest making him see a psychiatrist at some point. Trauma like that shouldn't be kept in." "Alright, thanks." Dean said, mentally rolling his eyes. He wrapped a towel around his brother and stood up, limping as he carried him out to the Impala which Castiel was currently sitting in.
"Man I've never been happier to see you then I am now. We need to go get these filled." Dean said, handing the angel the two scripts and climbing in the passenger seat, cradling Sam carefully so his ass didn't touch anything. "I'll take ya'll to the motel and then go get these Dean." Castiel replied, turning the car on and heading back to the motel. "Thanks Cas...and...Thanks for getting me. The doctor said I got there before any real damage could be done...physically at least." Castiel looked over at the two and nodded "He is my friend Dean, I would do anything to protect him just as you will." Castiel replied. "I know, but just...thanks." Dean said and Castiel let it drop. It didn't take long before they were back at the Motel and Dean carried Sam inside, laying him down on the bed he locked the door and made sure the salt lines were perfect before crawling into the bed and pulling Sam to him, spooning him from behind.
Several hours later Sam started to wake up. The last things he remembered was being raped, Dean beating the shit out of his rapist, Dean getting stabbed, and Dean holding him in the hospital. So when he woke up and felt someone wrapped up behind him he freaked. Shoving the person away from him and hitting them in the face with his elbow before he scrambled up to the headboard, hugging his knees to his chest despite how his ass protested the movement. "SON OF A BITCH!" Whoever it was that had curled up to him screamed. Wait, that voice. He knew that voice. "Dea?" Sam whimpered, scanning around looking for his brother, his lover. Deans head appeared over the side of the bed, blood coming from his nose and covering the hand that he had over his face. "Dea! What happened?" Sam sobbed, reaching a hand out for his brother. "Its alright Sam. I think I scared you..shoulda known better then to hold you from behind." Dean said, cleaning off his face. Castiel huffed out a chuckle and walked over, touching Deans face his nose was healed. "Thanks Cas." Dean said, before washing off his hands. "I...I did that?" Sam whimpered. Dean turned towards the sound "Shh its alright, I'm fine see?" Dean said, crawling up the bed and slowly wrapping his arms around Sams waist, pulling him into him and getting his weight off his ass. "I'm sorry Dea. I...I was Sc...scared." Sam sobbed into his chest.
"Shhh Its alright babe. Alls forgiven. I know you didn't mean to." Dean whispered, rubbing circles on Sams back. He bent his head down and kissed the top of Sams head. "Its alright, Promise." Dean whispered, leaning down and kissing Sams cheek and then his neck. He brushed the tears away, kissing Sams chin and then finally his lips. Pulling back after a Chaste peck but it seemed Sam wasn't having that. Sam whimpered, leaning up and recapturing Deans lips, kissing him again before dipping his tongue into Deans mouth. Moaning at the taste that was just...Dean. He tasted of Cinnamon, Mint, Beer and oddly Citrus. Most people would find this mixture disgusting, but Sam loved it. Dean let him control the kiss, but when Sam tried to slip his hand down his pants Dean pulled back. "Babe, much as i'd love to ravish you right now. Your injured, and you need your rest." Sam pouted, but he knew that Dean was right. "When I'm better?" Sam asked. "Yes, when your healed i'll ravish you as many times as you want." Dean replied, kissing Sam again. "Over, and over, and over." Sam groaned as he leaned into Deans side, grinding his erection into his brothers leg. Dean groaned, he knew he'd have to let Sam lead, but now was to soon. Sam seemed to notice what he was doing and offered a sheepish grin, before curling into a ball and resting his head on Deans chest. He knew it'd be awhile before they were having sex again, but did that mean no fun at all?
