I Will Try To Fix You

Warnings: Sex Scenes. Mentions of a bomb being built.
Disclaimers: I own nothing.
A/N: My mom actually knew a man who would sit there in her house, and build bombs just as a hobby. He'd take them down to the river and toss em in for fun. So yea, Enjoy reading.

It had been two weeks since 'the attack' as Castiel had started calling it. He meant well, but the fact that he wasn't human caused his sense of when the right time to bring it up to be off. Dean tried as hard as he could, comforting his brother whenever he was upset. Talking him down when he had a episode, not wanting to be touched. He held his brother at night when he woke from a nightmare, covered in sweat and tears. Dean felt his heart breaking for his brother, whenever Sam was so upset that he didn't want to be touched, but he knew that the other part of Sam. The part that claimed Dean would never hurt him, wanted Dean to hold him, love him, comfort him. Sam was so confused now a days, and Dean found himself wishing to lock himself in the bathroom and sob for hours, more and more. This morning Dean couldn't take it anymore, Sam had woken and scrambled far from him in the bed, sat there sobbing and screaming for him not to touch him. Dean had left before he broke down sobbing, he sat on the bench for hours just letting it out. Cursing god for letting this happen, cursing himself for being so weak that he'd left his confused, emotional, upset brother and lover to ride out the storm alone. Dean just wanted to help his brother, and if he could he would have gone back in time and taken Sams place in being raped. But alas he couldn't, at least not that he knew of. Dean took a deep breath as he wiped the tears from his eyes and headed back to the motel room.

Sam knew he'd been hurting his brother the past few weeks. This morning when Dean had bolted out of the room on the verge of tears Sam knew then, knew that it was hurting his brother more then he could ever know. He hated himself for being weak, for cringing away from his brothers touch without even thinking about it. Sam knew in the back of his mind that Dean would never NEVER hurt him. That Dean would rather die, then cause Sam any pain. But his mind when he got like that, refused to listen to reason, refused to believe that anyone would want to touch a used, dirty whore like him. Sam was currently sobbing on the bed, his legs pulled up to his chest with his arms wrapped around his legs. Castiel popped into the room and found him like that, rocking back and forth calling out for his brother. His words weren't even full words anymore, it was more like 'M'soree Dea' instead of 'I'm Sorry Dean'. Castiel stood there for a few minutes before slowly approaching the bed "Sam?" He asked softly causing Sams eyes to snap to him. "NO! Don't! Don't Touch me!" Sam screamed, shoving back against the head board. Castiel held his hands up in a 'don't shoot' gesture. "Its alright, I won't touch you Sam I promise." He said. Sam stared at him for a few minutes before relaxing some. "Cas...?" "Yes Sam, its me." "I want Dea." Sam said, tears springing from his eyes. "Wheres Dea? I need him. Doesnt he love me anymore? Oh god, I drove him away didn't I? I knew he wouldn't want to stay with me. I'm dirty and used, a no good whore." Sams voice was getting louder with each word, his breath coming in quicker pants. His vision started to go black and the last thing he saw and heard before his world went black was Dean busting through the door going 'SAMMY!'

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Dean was heading home, well back to the motel when his 'sammy senses' kicked in. He gasped and broke out at a run, charging down the street and just reaching when he heard 'Im dirty and used, a no good whore!' coming from inside. Sammy! Turning the doorknob he charged through the door to see Sam swaying where he sat. "SAMMY!" Shoving Castiel to the side he grabbed Sam just as he passed out. "Sammy?" Dean sobbed, pulling his brother into his lap and rocking him back and forth. He looked up to Castiel, a question in his eye. "He's alive Dean, he just had a panic attack. I came in and he was upset. He kept repeating 'I'm sorry Dea' over and over. I tried to calm him down and he realized it was me, then went off about how you left and didn't want him. Before I could reassure him that you live and breathe for him, well he passed out." Castiel said, knowing well enough that there was no point in keeping details from Dean. Dean simply nodded and shifted around on the bed, pulling Sam with him, cradling him in his lap.

Sam woke an hour later, curled up on something warm. He blinked and glanced around, the smell was familiar to him. It smelled of leather, gun powder, sweat and...Dean? Glancing to his left he found himself peering into the Hazel eyes of Dean. "Dea." He sighed, wrapping his arms around his brother. "You came back. Please don't leave me. I'll be good, I promise. You can...you can screw me all you want, I'll be a good lil whore." He felt Dean tense and his eyes grew hard, and cold. Sam leaned away from the deadly calm voice. "Whore? You think all you are is a whore to me? I thought you knew me better then that Sammy. But fine, you want to be my whore then we'll do it your way."

Dean shoved his brother from his lap and quickly stripped him of his pants and boxers. "Dean this isn't wise!" Castiel said from the corner. "Get out." He growled at Castiel, who glared but left none the less. Dean looked down at Sam who was looking up at him terrified of dean for the first time in his life. "You think your a whore Sammy? That all I want you for is sex? IS THAT WHAT YOU THINK!" Dean yelled at him, ripping his own pants and boxers off before crawling over Sam. He had no intent on actually fucking or raping his brother, but he had to make Sam think he was going to. He had to break Sam from this idea. "Ye...Yes." Sam Whispered, looking down. Dean drew his hand back and he backhanded Sam. "Do you think you're a whore!" Dean growled, leaning down and kissing, nipping and licking his brothers neck. He made sure to nip Sam harder then he'd ever done before. If Sam truly thought he was a whore, Dean wouldn't be gentle. "Answer me!" He growled, grabbing Sams arms and pinning them above his head. "Dea...Please." "ANSWER ME!" Dean yelled, looking into his brothers eyes. He saw them glistening with unshed tears. "NO! Please Dea stop! Your scaring me!" The dam broke and Sam started sobbing, Dean let out a breath and collapsed onto his brother, rolling to the side and pulling Sam into his chest. "I never thought of you as a whore Sammy. I would have loved you even if we'd never had sex." Dean murmured into his brothers ear, tears silently streaming down his face as Sam sobbed into his neck. Dean held his brother, rubbing his back as Sam sobbed, crying until his throat was raw. Dean didn't care that he was covered in slobber, snot and god knows what else, he was just praying that he'd gotten it through Sams head that he was NOT a whore.

Sam finally stopped sobbing, his throat was to sore for that. Instead he was curled up to Dean, the covers were pulled over them. His head was resting on Deans shoulder, with his arm wrapped around Deans waist and their legs entwined. Which of course, caused Sam to be able to feel just how 'happy' Dean was to be holding him. Deans hand idly ran through his hair, and every few minutes he planted a kiss to the top of his head. "I'm sorry I did that Sammy. But I couldn't stand hearing you think that you were a whore. Because you're not. Just like you're not dirty or used." Here he paused to pull Sams chin up looking into those emerald green eyes. "You are the hottest, kindest, sweetest, most adorable, charming, bashful, amusing, dashing, drop dead gorgeous, sex on legs, man or human that i've ever EVER Met. Please never doubt it when I say that I love you more then the air I breathe. I'm begging here." Dean whispered, searching his eyes for something. "I believe you." Sam whispered. Dean leaned in and pressed his lips against Sams, running his tongue across his bottom lip begging for entrance, which of course was gladly granted. Both moaned at the taste of the other, clutching and pulling the other closer as their tongues battled before Dean let Sam lead the kiss. However when Sams hand began to drift Dean pulled away from the kiss and grabbed his hand, squeezing it. "Good, because i'll repeat it as often as I have to until it finally sinks in."

Dean and Sam drifted off to sleep in that position, but somehow through the night Sam rolled onto his side, and Dean followed, spooning his brother from behind with a arm wrapped around his brothers waist. When Sam woke in the morning he tensed at the feeling of someones dick at his entrance, but one breath in and he knew it was Dean. Pressing his hips back he had to bite his lip as his brothers dick barely pushed into him. He pulled his hips up and pressed back again, harder this time. Causing his entrance to take in more of his brother. However when he tried again Deans hands gripped his hips and stopped them from doing so. "Sammy...much as it pains me to stop you, you're not ready. I don't want to hurt you more and you're not fully healed yet." Dean whispered, moving his hips away from Sams arse and leaning over, pressing kisses to his brothers neck. Sam moaned and turned his head, giving Dean more access to his neck. "I'm ready, please Dea. I'm going insane here. I need you." Sam groaned. Dean closed his eyes as he tried to fight back the urge to just plunge into his brothers tight orifice. "God Sammy...I want you to, I do babe. But I don't wanna hurt you. Two more weeks, thats all we gotta wait and then i'll make love to you all -kiss- night -nip- long -kiss-." He said, before sucking on the juncture between Sams neck and shoulder. Sam groaned "Your a tease." he replied, rolling over to kiss Dean properly. Sucking Deans tongue into his mouth and his arms wrapping around Deans neck. Dean groaned into the kiss, closing his eyes as he leaned into the kiss. Sams hands slipped down, moving from his neck to his shoulders and lower. When it reached his waist Dean grabbed his hand and opened his eyes, raising an eyebrow at Sam. "I want...to please you." Sam whispered, eying his brothers erection. "You please me everyday Sam. Believe me. I don't want to rush you." Sam leaned in and pressed a chaste kiss to his lips.

**** Sex Scene ****

"Your not rushing me Dea. I want to give you this, Please." Sam whispered, leaning up to take his brothers bottom lip in between his teeth, tugging slightly before sucking on it. Dean groaned and his dick twitched. "Seems someone wants some attention." Sam whispered, moving to kiss and suck on Deans neck. "You know you want this." Sam grasped Deans hand and wrapped it around his dick before grabbing Deans dick with his own hand. Dean gasped and his hips thrust upwards, into Sams hand. "Give into me Dea. Let me make you feel how you make me feel." Sam whispered, shifting so he was on top of his brother, their dicks grinding together, he'd pulled Deans hands up and had them pinned on either side of his face. Their fingers were entwined as he leaned down, sucking on Deans ear lobe. "Just say yes. I can make you feel good Dea." He whispered, nipping and sucking on Deans neck and he thrust against Dean, causing him to moan at the friction.

"Just one word Dea. Thats all it'll take for you to feel great." Sam said, grinding their hips together as he allowed his breath to caress his brothers ear. His tongue ran along the jugular vein, smirking as he heard Dean moan deep in his throat. "God...Yes Sammy. Please Yes!" He begged, thrusting his hips up. Sam leaned down and pressed his lips against Deans, thrusting his tongue into his mouth before teasing Deans, luring it into his own and sucking on it. Dean groaned and closed his eyes, god this was pure torture yet so good at the same time.

Sam pulled back and smirked, moving down he began to suck, nip and lick down Deans neck, he was pleased with the moans and groans Dean was making as he moved lower. Closing his mouth around of of Deans nipples he sucked, nipped and licked it, he then moved to the other nipple and laved the same attention onto it. Sam loved how Dean arched into his touch, moaning softly whenever he touched a extremely sensitive spot. "So gorgeous." Sam whispered, as he trailed kisses lower. Remembering how great it felt he dipped his tongue into Deans belly button before pulling out and thrusting in, imitating what he was going to do lower. Dean gasped and moaned, clenching the sheets in his fists. "Sammy" It was a whisper, but sounded so much like a prayer that Sam couldn't help but hmm against his brothers skin. Loving the reaction he got from the vibrations. Dean arched up spectacularly and moaned out his name "Saaaaaaaammmmmmmmyyy" Before collapsing back to the bed, his breath coming in pants. Sam made a mental note that humming into Deans belly button was a very sensitive spot, and caused beautiful reactions. Smirking he moved lower, eying his brothers dick like it was the key to his salvation. His tongue peeked out from behind his lips, swiping over them causing them to moisten. "So stunning. Perfect." Sam whispered, leaning closer. He ran his tongue from the base to the tip, causing Dean to moan and thrust his hips up. Whimpering as Sam pulled his tongue away, waiting until Dean relaxed to run his tongue from the tip to base, but this time he'd curled his tongue around it. Dean thrust up again and moaned, squeezing his eyes shut tightly. "Sammmmy... Stop playing." He groaned, whimpering at the loss of the moist tongue on his member. "Tell me what you want, Dea." Sam whispered, licking Deans dick playfully before leaning over it and barely taking it into his mouth before pulling away. Dean groaned "I want..." To fuck me? Sam prayed silently. Though at this point he wouldn't be opposed to fucking Dean. He never noticed how delicious his brother tasted.

"I want..." Dean repeated. "Yes Dea?" Sam asked, barely taking Dean into his mouth again. God I want to fuck you Sammy, but its to soon. To soon. Dean thought. "Please Sammy, Fuck me." Dean pleaded. Hey if Sam couldn't be fucked, he could do the fucking right? Dean reasoned. Sam smiled down at him "Oh thats the plan. But I get to have my fun first Dea. Revenge for you rejecting me." Sam whispered, leaning over him to whisper in his ear. Moving back down he swallowed Dean hole, deep throating him in one go. Dean gasped and thrust his hips up, though he tried not to. Sam bobbed his head once or twice before pulling back, causing Dean to groan at the loss. "Its ok Dea. Let go. I want you to fuck my mouth." Sam said. Though before he took Dean back into his mouth he got an Idea and rolled onto his back, pulling on Dean until he was straddling Sams chest. "Do it Dea. Please." He pleaded. If he couldn't have Dean fucking him in the ass, he at least wanted some part of him fucked by Dean. Not to mention, it was a good test...considering the guy hadn't polluted his mouth. Dean looked down at him and nodded, before moving to all fours with his dick pressing against Sams mouth. Sam closed his eyes and opened his mouth, enjoying the feeling as Dean pushed his hard member to the back of his throat. Hallowing out his cheeks he hummed around him. This caused Dean to moan and thrust deeper into Sams mouth causing him to gag for a second before Dean pulled back, just the tip still between his lips. Glancing down once Dean moaned at the sight. "I love you, Sammy." He whispered before snapping his hips forward and forcing his dick down Sams throat.

Sam relaxed his jaw and breathed through his nose as he let Dean fuck his mouth, circling the head with his tongue when Dean pulled out and focusing on the vein when he thrust back in. As Deans pace picked up he couldn't help but smiling to himself, at least in his head. They'd so have to do this more often, because well he enjoyed it and if the moans were anything to go by, so did Dean. "Sammy im gonna cum..." Dean groaned just as his dick pulsed and he thrust one last time deeply into Sams mouth, pulsing as the cum shot down Sams throat. He greedily swallowed every last drop, even grabbing Dean when he went to pull out and made sure to lick him clean. Dean groaned and flopped to the side, pulling Sam up him and thrusting his tongue into Sams mouth. After thoroughly ravishing his mouth Dean broke from the kiss and leaned up. "Now, Fuck me." He whispered, lightly biting his brothers ear. Sam groaned and grabbed the lube from the nightstand, slicking up three fingers he slowly inserted each one of them, taking his time to thoroughly stretch his brother. "Sam, im good. Now fuck me damnit." Dean growled out. "As you wish." Sam smirked, moving up after slicking his dick up with lube he pushed in slowly, pausing at any sign of pain like Dean did for him until he was fully seated. After waiting for a few seconds he pulled out and thrust back in. Slow, shallow starts at the start but he soon sped up until he was almost pulling out completely and thrusting back in. "Mmm God. So tight." He groaned. "Welcome...god To my oooooh World." Dean said as Sam continued to thrust into him. "No wonder you like fucking me." Sam whispered. "Making love...not fucking. I...ohhhhh make love to youuuuuu." Sam smirked and kissed his brother passionately before pulling back. "I know." Sam said before he began to stroke Dean in time to his thrusts. "Sammy ima" Dean warned before his tight channel well tightened even more and his dick pulsed, cumming between the two of them while milking Sam for all he was worth. Sam collapsed on top of Dean panting, before gently pulling out and rolling next to him. "I can totally see the perks to bottoming." Dean whispered, pulling Sam into his chest. "Oh? And that is." "I feel closer to you, claimed by you. Also, you do all the work and I just lay here." Sam smirked and pressed a kiss to deans chest. "Reclaim me?" He whispered. "But what if I hurt you?" Dean asked. "You wont." Sam replied.

*****End Sex Scene*******

Dean Doubted that, Very much. The doctor had said that it'd take a month before Sam was healed enough to have sex. But Dean knew that his brother needed it, to feel like himself again he needed Dean to make love to him, to claim him. Dean clutched his brother to him tighter. "Im not saying no Sammy." He whispered into his brothers ear. "Just...not now. Though, I do know a way to claim you without sex." He continued. Sam rolled towards him and arched an eyebrow. "Course, you might find it disgusting." Dean continued. "Nothing you say, could be disgusting Dea." Sam replied, caressing his brothers face. Dean sighed. "I was going to say..." Dean leaned in closer and whispered so only Sam could hear, because the writer is cruel and wants to make you wait for the scene below to find out what Deans plan is.

*******Second Sex Scene*******

Sam had agreed to what Dean had planned, it was for this reason he was currently kneeling in front of Dean, bobbing his head up and down on Deans hardened member, listening as Dean moaned and thrust his hips up lightly. The plan had pleased Sam. It would mark him, claim him as Deans without damaging him, and if Dean was willing to do it. Who was he to say no? Sam caressed the underside of Deans dick with his tongue, pulling back he allowed his tongue to circle the head as he hummed on the way down. Dean groaned and thrust up, his hand tangled in his brothers hair. "God, Sammy..." Dea moaned, screwing his eyes shut. "So close...so close babe." Sam smirked up at his brother before dropping a hand down, grasping his brothers balls he began to massage them, toy with them as he continued to hallow out his cheeks and hum. Dean tensed, his prick pulsed as his balls pulled up and he pushed Sams head down slightly as he came into Sams mouth with a low drawn out "Saaaaammmyy" It was breathless, and left him gasping for breath as Sam made sure to capture every bit of cum. Climbing up and over Dean he pressed his lips to his brothers, who opened his mouth willingly and allowed the cum to be pushed into his mouth. So many would find this disgusting, but if Sam wanted him to reclaim him well damnit he'd do it. Once all of it was in his mouth he waited for Sammy to flop onto his stomach with his ass slightly in the air. Dean rubbed his back reassuringly before pulling his ass cheeks apart and pressing his mouth to the puckered entrance. Carefully pushing his tongue through his brothers muscle, massaging his back and thighs through the pain. Once it was through he curled his tongue to create a straw like...thing before pushing the Cum into his brothers arse. Once it was all pushed in, he slowly pulled his tongue out, massaging the muscle with it for several minutes before pressing a kiss there and pulling back. Once he pulled back he laid down on the bed, pressing a kiss to Sams shoulder. "Better?" Sam turned his head towards him and nodded "Much." He whispered.

*****End sex scene 2********

Sam really did feel better after that, he felt less dirty. His lover still wanted him and had even 'claimed' him. Albeit in a non conventional way, but it'd have to do until he was healed fully. Dean kept promising him that as soon as he was healed, that Dean would make love to him all day long, only stopping for drinks, food or well the bathroom. He seriously hoped that 'day' included night as well. That sounded grand to Sam, hell he would have loved to stay curled up in bed with Dean for the rest of their lives. However, they'd been here for two weeks and were no closer to who, or what was blowing things up in Ferndale. It was for this reason that Sam was currently curled up on the bed with a bag of chips and flipping stations on the TV while Dean was off investigating. Something about 'bed rest' under 'lovers orders'. Sam huffed out an annoyed sigh as he shifted on the bed. Sam loved his brother, but there were times that Dean just drove him insane. This was one of those times that he wished he could just drive a knife through his brothers chest and dean NOT die.

Dean had hated leaving Sam at home, but he didn't need him walking around for hours on end. God forbid he do something to re injure his...current injury. Dean might have told Sam he was fine with their arrangement, trading blow jobs. But the truth was he missed being buried inside of Sam. He figured it gave them both a sense of security. Dean was secure that someone was there, real that he could feel, grab. Someone he knew would never leave him. Sam, well Sam loved it because he felt full, claimed, loved and wanted. But the truth was, he was all of that and needed as well. Dean didn't know what he'd do if he ever lost Sam. Go insane he figured, that'd just be grand right? Sighing he pushed open a door to the abandoned building in front of him and froze at what he saw. There sitting at a table was a tall, blond haired man... HUMAN. Building a...bomb! Dean glanced around before taking a deep breath. "Uh...Hi?" He asked quietly. Vernon, the man at the table turned around and allowed his deep blue eyes to roam over Deans body. He was quite attractive. Allowing his mouth to quirk up in a half smirk he turned back to his bomb. "Hi." Dean blinked "Can I ask what you're doing?" "Building a bomb." "I can see that...I meant why." "Oh its a hobby." "Right...Never heard of fishing?" "Yea, its just boring. Tell me, what kind of hobbies do YOU have?" Vernon asked as he turned around with both brows raised. "Hunting demons?" Dean replied meekly. "Ah, that explains it. Your a demon hunter. Well as you can see, no demons here. So off ya go." "Er I can't just let you kill innocent people dude." "Oh and what will you do to stop me?" Vernon asked, turning to glare at Dean. "Uhhh..." Vernon stood from his chair and crossed his arms, waiting. "Nothing I guess..." Dean reluctantly mumbled. "Good, now get lost." Vernon huffed before sitting down again. Dean stood there aghast before turning and walking from the building. Weird dude man. Weird dude.