WARNINGS: this chapter contains sexual content between two men. Don't like? Don't read! Though, it's part of the plot ... so ...

Besides: It's the first time I'm writing something more "steamy" ... if you guys know what i mean ... sooo ... I'd appreciate reviews about it.

Oh ... and I think there'll be also some "dirty talk" there ... (something I haven't done before either. Maybe that's why I was working on this chapter for 5 days)

Obsidian ~ Raise A Little Hell

The Road So Far:

Then there was comfortable silence for a couple of minutes.

"You rocked my world too, baby boy," Dean stole a kiss from the hunter's lips and brushed his sweat-damp hair out of his face. "Like no one else did before."

"Liar," Sam mumbled absently. "But it's okay. - I know you think you've to say that to get me to ride you one day." He grinned and chuckled. That kind of chuckle that induced the use of strong meds.

Dean chuckled too. He knew better than jumping up on that train. "Yeah. - Gonna take a while before you'll be able to ride anything, sunshine." He laid his middle- and pointing finger on Sam's temple for a moment. "Get some rest," he said and pulled his fingers away.

Sam was gone the very moment and seemed to be in a sudden deep slumber.

Chapter 21 ~ Promises

The hunter had another vision that night. One that made him startle awake, while the demon was busy in the living room as it seemed, thankfully.

Because this one ... THIS ONE hurt like a bitch. Not just physically. It wasn't physical pain that made the hunter's heart stutter and crack and break and BLEED. It was emotional pain, that drove tears into his eyes and down his cheeks.

What he had seen ... he didn't know what to say about it ... if he was even supposed to say something, or just kick the living shit out of Dean (well, at least he could try, couldn't he?).

Sam groaned and shifted blissfully as he stretched his limbs from him. A week after the incident with the demon, he was doing a lot better, though Dean refused to let Sam get out there with him and let him be part of whatever he was doing. He wouldn't even let the hunter go to the diner down the street to pick up breakfast – at least not on his own.

If it wouldn't have been so adorable, it could've been annoying.

Though, Sam obeyed. He hadn't had the opportunity to get mother-henned in his past anyway. And to be honest, he kind of liked it – A LOT. Between their bickering and teasing, Dean was real nice and attentive. Maybe even a bit protective and a bit too possessive for Sam's liking, but he let Dean have his way with him – at least for the time being and until he felt good enough to wrestle the demon down.

"Good mornin', sleeping beauty," there was this cheering tone in the demon's voice.

"You let me sleep in? Again?", Sam asked. Not that he was really bothered, but he had to ask at least.

"You're still not a hundred percent," Dean stated, as he looked up from the old book before him and over at Sam.

The hunter groaned, disapproving and shook his head. "Because you won't let me," he shot back hoarsely. If he thought about his current situation, it was annoying though.

"Well." Dean was turning towards him now and away from the book. "That's because you're still shaky when you're up for too long and you're always touching your head as if it hurts. So I figure you just won't tell me that you're hurtin'."

Big green eyes looked in Sam's direction. Sam looked back at him. "That's because I'm not hurting. It's just ... unpleasant ... from time to time."

Dean's eyebrows rose and he was giving him the I-know-I'm-right-look. "Unpleasant huh?" he asked and while he was still talking, he gripped something from the table and threw it towards Sam, who missed grabbing the object in time. "Sure ... just unpleasant." Dean turned back towards the book.

"Dude, that's unfair!" Sam called out and swung his endlessly long legs out of the bed. He fumbled for the pen, and threw it back at Dean, who caught it carefully without even looking in its direction.

"It's not. And you know it." The demon didn't give a shit about Sam's ranting. He knew he was right, and the hunter knew it too. "End of discussion. We hit the road after we have breakfast. There's a storm comin' and I want our asses out of here before we're gettin' snowed in or something." He knew about the possibility that demons would think about it as an advantage that way, if they decided to go for them in the middle of a damn blizzard.

Sam rose slowly. He padded over with his bare feet towards the table and bowed down beside Dean, stealing a peck from his temple.

The demon instantly grinned. "Sammy," he singsang and turned towards him, to catch the man's mouth with his. The hunter moaned into the kiss and parted his lips to let the demon in. Dean followed the invitation instantly and pulled Sam down, who sank to his knees beside him.

"You know we should hit the road sooner than later," Dean mumbled into the kiss, while he already started to pull Sam's shirt over his head. He couldn't do anything else but feel for the man's tender skin and firm flesh, urging him impossibly close.

"Just a minute ... or three ..." Sam was breathing more deeply now, as he reached for Dean's belt and unbuckled it. He flipped the fly open and pulled the zipper down. Dean's half-hard erection was visible under the thin layer of cotton. "You really want me to wait until we're in Huron? Until we find a motel or ... abandoned house?" Sam gave him a sly smirk.

"You're such a sneaky bastard." Dean groaned. He reached for Sam's face and tilted his head back, so to get a better angle at the younger man's mouth as he kissed him slowly.

"And you love it," he panted breathlessly against the demon's lips.

"True." Dean smirked.

"You already showered?" Sam asked, searching Dean's face intently.

The elder one chuckled low and shook his head. "No, Sammy. Was waiting for you."

The hunter got back on his feet and took Dean's hand in his. He then guided him into the bathroom, where they shed each other's clothes and caressed each other's bodies in the process, drawing it out achingly long.

When they finally managed to get under the shower, Dean backed the hunter up against the wall, and crashed his lips into his, biting and nipping on the man's tongue and lips.

As much to be said: This was far away from taking a shower as it could be. Sure, the hot water was hitting their skin, but there was neither showergel nor shampoo involved – just bodily fluids and a whole lot of fumbling.

Sam wrapped his long fingers around their rock-hard erections while they kissed, and pumped them slowly. Dean, who was actually a panting mess, started the quest of finding Sam's rim in between firm globes and earned a surprised gasp from the hunter as he did so. Though, he didn't more than tease and nudge at it tentatively, not intending to penetrate him completely – not right then at least.

Dean wanted some place SAFE and comfortable to have their first time together, and not this shithole of a motel room, or an abandoned house. He wanted it to be perfect for the both of them. He wanted it to be memorable. Maybe it was kind of selfish, but he wanted Sam to remember him in a damn good way, when he wouldn't be there anymore. He wanted to have a special place in the hunter's heart.

Well, the demon knew, that he couldn't earn something like that with just sex. He knew that. But he also hoped, that Sam wouldn't regret putting up with him, if he'd give him some damn good times he could remember.

They hit the road an hour later.

Dean drove like usual and Sam had fallen into a light slumber right after they had turned onto the highway. A slumber that wasn't as peaceful as it may look to anyone who was seeing him asleep. His sleep was plastered with images and short dreams about Dean, the flask, Alistair and seeing the love of his life die dozens of times. Every time he had to watch it, something new and unknown was adding to the bigger picture and slowly but surely Sam was getting an idea of what it all meant.

It was Dean saving the world. Dean saving him. Dean killing himself, so not to get anyone else hurt ... And he'd be damned if he couldn't stop it.

A week passed.

A week in which a whole lot changed. Snow was falling in thick giant flakes now outside of the lonely cabin, in which they were holing up recently. It wasn't like they had actually planned on staying there longer than a couple of days ... though it had become two weeks. Not because they had wanted to ... because they had gotten snowed in. A fact that sucked bigtime, since Dean was itchy to get their telltale plan on capturing and killing Alistair going.

Sam didn't figure that it sucked that much. It bought him time to figure out what his visions and dreams could probably mean and what he was still seeing when he fell asleep. More than that, he needed to figure out how to stop it. That was the bigger problem here.

Dean was acting as if nothing special was going on. The demon was sticking to his plan – at least it looked that way and then again it didn't. Though, Sam couldn't ignore, that his lover was hiding something from him. That he was planning something.

Bad luck for Dean, that Sam KNEW what he was planning. Dean didn't plan to break into Alistair's villa and take him out. He was planning on killing himself. He was planning on leaving Sam up here in the cabin and take off sometime when Sam was sleeping. Leaving him nothing but a note. A note that might say, that he shouldn't try to find him since it would be pointless. That he wished that things would be different, but that they weren't. And that he wished he could've stayed with Sam, but that it was too dangerous. For him. For the world. For everyone.

He would write, that he was sorry ...

Sorry, my ass. Sorry didn't excuse the shit Dean was about to pull off.

Sam had to compose himself, to not let anything slip, to not let Dean know by punching him right in his damn freckled, handsome face, for even thinking of leaving Sam all alone in this goddamn world.

Sam had to figure out how to get his hands on the poison the demon had to hide somewhere among his belongings, and how he could sneak out of the cabin without being noticed. He needed to find the bone, get it back here and do the damn ritual with Dean. - No matter if the demon wanted to or not. He'd make him do it! And he'd make him want it! (Because that had worked so perfectly in the past).

Since Sam figured that there was no way to sneak out that easily, he needed a bullet-proof plan. He needed Dean to be out for the count for at least twenty-four hours. He just didn't know how ... since he didn't intend on hurting the man. Then there were the demon's powers. Incredibly mighty forces. Something he shouldn't underestimate. So he went on the search for something that would sedate the knight of hell, or for some sleeping-spell that'd wear off on its own and would work on a demon. And THAT was something, he wouldn't find on the web – not that he had WIFI up here anyway. But he had a signal on his phone, so he might as well get some help from the outside. And the only one that came to his mind was Robert Singer.

Dean was pissed.

He was beyond pissed and tried to hide it from Sam as much as possible, though the hunter seemed to sense his distress somehow. A whole damn week in which he was stuck up here. A whole week and he was running out of time.

Dean had planned on having two last beautiful days with Sam, and then he would sneak out of the cabin and take the damn potion. He'd leave his baby here –in Sam's hands. He knew the hunter would take (or at least try to take) good care of her. He'd make his way to somewhere far away from here to end to this.

Not because he couldn't do it here in the cabin. Well yeah, he actually couldn't do it here. Not where Sam was. Not where the hunter would find him in a pool of blood and spilled guts. He couldn't do that to Sam. Nor did he want him to find him that way somewhere else.

Hell, he even had found a place, where – if Sam would try to find him (and he surely would at least try to) – would never find him. And if he did, his corpse would already be too rotten to be identified.

So yeah – that was HIS plan. Not tracking Alistair down. Hell, he didn't give a damn where that bastard was and what he was planning. He didn't want a hand to hand fight with the current leader of hell. There were too many possibilities that it wouldn't work out as planned and that it'd go south.

So yeah, that was it. HIS plan. HIS destiny.

And he couldn't do it. He couldn't leave Sam up here without knowing that he would be fine when he was gone and nowhere to be found. He needed some kind of security that things would go as they were supposed to.

Dean stood at the stove and was stirring in a small pot. The whole cabin was filled by the smell of chilli and fresh baked bread.

Though, as much as Sam wanted to admire those bowlegs, which led right up to these glorious globes, he couldn't.

"I'm gonna get some more logs for the fire, Buttercup," he called out into the kitchen from where he was lying on the couch. Sam smirked. He knew he was jiggling at the fence.

He didn't see Dean raising both of his eyebrows, nor the pursed lips. Nor did the hunter see the way Dean's lips curled up into a mischievous grin. "Fine. I'm gonna get the dishes, Cuddlebug."

Sam's grin widened. He kind of liked that game – maybe it seemed weird to everyone else, but it had become some kind of foreplay. Telling each other that the other one was on for some dessert ...

Sam couldn't hinder himself from striding into the kitchen, and backing the shorter man up against the counter from behind. He leaned into his back and ground his hips against the demon's firm buttocks, as he tilted his head forward, so that his lips were merely an inch away from Dean's ear.

"I bet you are, Hot Stuff," Sam whispered low, as he brushed with his lips over the demon's earlobe, his hand ghosting down the man's side at the same time.

Dean nearly lost it right there. A deep groan fell from his lips and he leaned back against the hunter's front. "Get the logs before I'm tempted to bend you over that damn table before we even have dinner, Muggles."

Sam chuckled and gave the demon's butt a firm squeeze. "Empty promises, Romeo."

Dean turned his head, just enough to meet Sam's gaze out of the corner of his eyes. "Tonight's the night, Sunshine," he hummed with a promising smile on his lips, "I'm gonna rock your balls straight into next week."

"Awww, Jelly Bean's gettin' all worked up again?" Sam teased, as he nipped at Dean's neck.

The demon had held onto the spoon so desperately and now he was letting go of it and turned around in one swift motion. He snuck his arms around Sam's waist and took him completely aback, when he pushed him up against his firm erection.

"Jelly Bean's been serious, Cowboy." Dean's voice was all rough and low. "Now get the damn logs." He gave the hunter's butt a playful squeeze before he let him go and turned back towards the pot of chilli.

"Don't burn your fingers while I'm gone, Big Daddy!" Sam called out, as he was already on his way out of the kitchen and headed towards the front door, wearing a smug grin on his face, and a damn heavy erection in his pants.

Once outside, Sam closed his eyes for a brief moment in an attempt to compose himself. He reached for the phone in his front pocket and walked down the porch and around the house at its back, where Dean wouldn't be able to listen.

He dialed Bobby's number and waited. At the third ring, the old man picked up and talked gruffly into the phone, introducing himself as Singer's and Sons Funeral Home.

Sam cleared his throat before he spoke. "Bobby. - I need your help ..."

It wasn't more than fifteen minutes later, that Sam got back inside, freezing his ass off, with a pile of wooden logs balancing on his long arms, which he tried to hold with his chin.

"Dude. You ain't no human," Dean's voice made Sam startle, "You shouldn't go out there without a jacket."

Sam caught the demon's worried gaze. He was shivering like crazy. "Guess I'm an idiot." He said it with a tight smile.

"What took you so long anyway? Found some fury pet to cuddle to death out there?" Dean set the bowl in the middle of the small wooden table.

The hunter threw him a bitchface. "Haha."

The demon smirked. "C'mon. Lets have dinner, baby boy."

Sam couldn't help but smile back at him. He then put the logs in front of the fireplace and moved over to the table, where he sat down.

He hummed and closed his eyes for a brief moment, taking in the scent of chilli and fresh baked – still warm – bread. "Smells delicious," he drew the syllables out with a deep purr, just like Dean did when he had one of his favorite meals standing before him.

They then ate in silence and emptied the whole pot and most of the bread. Too full to do anything that contained physical exertion, they moved over to the couch, where both unbuttoned their jeans to gain some more space for their full bellies.

"Guess ... we've to wait a bit before I can rock your world," Dean muttered and shifted a bit.

The hunter chuckled. "Yeah ... think I don't want my world rocked right now – except you wanna have the chilli all over you."

"Ewww." Dean scrunched his nose up and shook his head in disgust.

There was a beat of comfortable silence. "Would you ... get the remote control?"

Sam huffed out a laugh. "In your dreams. - 'm not movin'."

"Go get the remote, bitch.", his words were spoken a bit sharper, though soft.

"Get it yourself, jerk," Sam grumbled low and leaned back.

"Honey Bun?" Dean gave him a luscious smirk.

"Screw yourself, Papa Bear. 'm not movin'." The hunter groaned and laid his head back, closing his eyes.

"Awww, c'mon, sugar," Dean teased sweetly.

Too sweet. Not that Sam was buying that shit right now. The both of them were full to the curb.

"Nuhuh." Sam breathed out huskily, on the edge of dozing off. "Said I'm not movin'."

Sam felt the couch tip, and before he was able to assess if Dean had gotten up for the remote, he was already off in the world of dreams.

When he woke some time later, everything was dark around him. He lay on the couch and he found himself covered by a thick blanket. The fire in the fireplace had died and some blazing coals were remaining, giving a dim reddish light.

Sam jack-knifed into a sitting position, searching the room frantically with his eyes, as he couldn't suppress the rising bile of panic in his throat.

"Dean?!" he called out, close to hysterical. He was up the very next moment.

Nope. He couldn't be gone, could he? Sam couldn't have missed Dean leaving, because if he did, he'd be too late. Too late for everything. He was on his feet in an instant and rushing towards the bedroom. The only place in the small cabin he couldn't see into.

He was right up the open threshold, when he bumped into something soft before him, and he heard a low "Ow".

"Sam ... what the hell?" the demon's hoarse voice was heard.

Sam took a sharp inhale, trying to calm his suddenly raw feeling nerves. Damn it, that had been close. "Dean ... I thought ..."

"There wasn't enough space on the couch."

"Yeah ..." Sam huffed out an embarrassed laugh. "... figured." He cleared his throat.

They went to bed together then. Dean did in fact notice the hunter's weird behaviour, but didn't question it anyways. Instead he wrapped his arms around Sam, as he curled into him and let his eyes flutter close again.

It had become a habit to sleep at night whenever Sam was meant to sleep. But this night was different though – as should be the following ones. The hunter didn't dare to let himself drift off again – At least not fully. He'd startle awake every now and then and would reach for Dean behind him, so to be sure that he was still there with him.

Thirty-six hours and twenty-seven minutes later, Sam received a call from Bobby Singer, with the information he needed about the sedative that'd work on a knight of hell.

It was the same evening, when things came to a head between the hunter and Dean. They were sharing longing glances, while they didn't talk a lot. They didn't need to. They knew what the other one was thinking only by looking at each other.

So they had a relaxing day in front of the TV, with loads of cuddling and such. They didn't cook though. Just ate what was left from the day before and consumed loads of junk food – as if it was their last day on earth together. Something neither of them seemed to realize was what they were really trying to say with these actions, a way of saying see-you-later or goodbye.

Maybe they didn't even want to realize, that either of them had a similar plan for the night.

While Dean counted on it, that he'd be able to sneak out after the most amazing world-shattering sex, Sam was armed with a syringe, holding a dark-red liquid.

Sam had gone for an extended walk this afternoon – on his own – which didn't bother Dean in the least, since he needed to get things prepared for his take-off anyway.

While Dean did that, Sam was mixing some ingredients – most of it was his blood – together. Gladly he didn't need a whole lot of herbs and other things for it. Just his blood, some alcohol, holy water and belladonna. Something that was so simple that Sam would've never thought that it would work.

So, here they were, on the couch, having a gentle make-out-session going on, while Neo was holding off the robots with his powers.

Sam was on top of Dean, grinding down on him and kissing him deep and slow, while the demon's hands were glued to his butt-cheeks, pressing his hips against him.

Like some horny teenagers, Sam thought lightly.

"Bathroom," Dean murmured into the kiss, "Gonna get us ready, baby boy."

Sam smiled into the filthy promised and ground down on him one last time. "You're intending to rock my world tonight?"

"You can bet on it."

Their gazes were locked on each other's.

Eventually they were able to part enough to get up from the couch and into the bathroom. On their way there, they shed their clothes between sloppy kisses. Finally inside the shower stall, Sam turned on the water and when he turned around, he found himself wrapped in Demon-Dean, with a straining erection pressing into his belly.

"You really meant it?" Sam asked between tender kisses. "That you ... that we ..."

Dean silenced him with a kiss, lapping into the welcoming heat of the hunter's willing mouth and lips. His hands roamed over the taller man's body, caressing every inch of the incredibly sensitive skin before him. The demon trailed a ray of kisses along Sam's jaw, neck, collarbone and down to the antipossession-tattoo over the hunter's heart.

Sam shuddered, as soft lips wrapped around his nipple. "Dean," he moaned, trying to grab the demon's hair, but all he got was a devilish chuckle as he failed.

A sound, that made Sam eager. He backed the demon up against the cool tiles, his hands to the left and right of the elder man's head, covering him with his body nearly completely. Sam didn't lose time to do exactly the same to Dean, using his fingers instead of tongue.

"Fuck." It was more of a groan that left the demon's throat.

Sam's hand found its way to the older man's strained erection and brushed with his fingertips ever so softly along the thick vein on the underside of the man's arousal. He traced his fingertips feather-lightly over its slit, while he nipped and licked along the curve of Dean's neck, getting braver with every noise he gained from his rougher ministrations.

It wasn't Dean Winchester's way, letting himself being pushed around that way. Hell, he wasn't used to getting the right buttons pushed – but Sam? Hell, that kid managed to turn him into a whimpering mess, with just his fingers, teeth and lips.

The hunter continued to tease the living shit out of him for quite some time, until the demon couldn't take it anymore. Well, he COULD take it, but he didn't WANT to. It was time for a little regime-change here.

Dean grunted, as he felt a giant palm wrapping loosely around his manhood and give it a few lazy strokes, before it went back to caress his balls and shaft with slow motions.

That was it, he'd come right now if he didn't do something about it. - Besides ... he wanted Sam to feel special, to make him whimper and writhe under his touch. Not the other way round.

With a graceful movement, he had Sam backed up against the shower, his chest flush against the tiles, as his hard length slipped in between the crack of Sam's globes.

There was nothing more but a surprised gasp falling from the hunter's lips as he felt Dean's manhood glide over his sensitive rim.

"Told you I'd rock your world, baby boy," Dean's voice was husky and rough, "Not the other way round."

The hunter bucked against Dean's front, feeling the unbelievable smooth and slippery skin glide along his back as he did so.

The demon peppered gentle kisses along the man's shoulders and couldn't stop himself from biting him tenderly into the meaty parts of it, while he rubbed his erection in between those firm muscles.

Sam made little noises, filled with pleasure and need and so much more.

Dean adjusted the spray of water so that it was mostly on Sam. He watched it run down the honey tanned skin in small cascades and followed the trail down, where the tip of his manhood was poking out.

Sam felt the warmth of the other body gone and whimpered at the loss, which got caught by a surprised gasp, as he felt a slick digit tease along his rim and felt the tip of it nudge at the tight muscle.

"Sammy," Dean whispered and bit down on his lower lip as he eased his finger with slow movements into the hunter's tight tunnel.

Sam bucked into the touch, trying to gain more friction and getting Dean deeper inside of him, but the demon wouldn't let him. The hunter's muscles clenched around his finger, as he slowly penetrated him, massaging his lower back with his free hand at the same time.

"C'mon, baby," the demon murmured softly, "Let me in. - Let me show you ..."

It took quite some time for Sam to loosen up after all those months of not being sexually active. - At least not in this way. Surely, he mostly had bottomed – just because. Because he enjoyed it. Because these were the times where he didn't have to take the lead, or plan something. He was giving himself into someone else's hands ... someone who – hopefully – loved him enough to be worth it.

Sam had never been someone for one night stands or sex-stories. Nope. He loved to feel loved while he had sex. He wanted to be loved, as he wanted to give his love to someone else. For him it wasn't just sex – it was LOVE all along. Otherwise they wouldn't be here.

Sam moaned, when Dean's finger was all the way in, rubbing against that one spot deep inside him, which made his knees turn into jelly.

"Yahtzee, baby," Dean leaned forward, while he worked the finger in and out of the tight hole, "That's my boy."
Soon, Sam was pushing back against him, getting himself loose on the demon's digit. Eventually Dean added a second and a third finger, scissoring the younger man's tight heat open. Man, this guy was an elemental force. The way Sam's muscles worked beneath his skin, the low guttural and high pitches noises he made every time Dean seemed to hit his prostate from the inside.

It was a Phenomenon to him.

Dean slammed his fingers all the way in, pushing Sam up against the wall and held him there. "Damn it, Sammy," he murmured, gripping the man's waist with his free hand to hold him in place. The hunter let out a whine, trying to move – at least a bit, but the demon wouldn't let him.

"I wanna take you.", Dean purred into his ear, "But not here ... I want you on a bed, wet as you are, all naked. - I want you to spread your legs wide open for me ..." Dean squeezed the base of his cock, so not to come on the image of just that. "And I want you to want it, Sunshine. - I want you to tell me that you want THAT. I won't do it if you don't."

Sam made this noise deep down in his throat. "I want you to make love to me, Dean."

Dean took that as a definite yes. He pulled his fingers out of Sam, ever so carefully and then turned him around, crashing their lips together, as if he was intending to suck the life out of him mercilessly. It was a forceful kiss of tongues and teeth, which ebbed away into something more tender and loving until they parted.

Dean held onto Sam's hip, while he reached with his other hand towards the regulator and turned the water off. Their looks caught over the short distance, and Dean smiled lovingly at the younger male.

His hand found Sam's intuitively and he interlaced his fingers with Sam's. The demon guided him out of the small bathroom and towards their bed, where he made Sam sit down. With infinite gentleness, he pushed Sam backwards, until he laid flat on his back and urged him towards the middle of the soft blanket-covered mattress.

Dean crawled over him, never breaking eye-contact with the one man he wanted to stay forever. And though he knew he wouldn't, no matter how bad he wanted to. After all he had to follow plan B. The one plan, which promised the world and a certain hunter to be safe. - As safe as it could ever be out there.

"Handsome," Dean murmured into the hunter's neck, as he licked droplets of water from his heated skin. "So damn sexy ..." He lapped on the man's earlobe and sucked it between his lips and teeth.

Sam's back arched up from the mattress and his hips and swollen flesh came so close to Dean's. "Dean," he moaned, with his eyes closed and mouth open, savoring the feel of being worshipped – of being loved.

"Right here, baby." Dean let go of his ear and moved up, where he met the younger man's lips with his. "You're everything I ever wanted – I just didn't know ..." he whispered in between.

Sam grinned into another kiss, trying to get some more friction due to bucking up against the demon."C'mon, bad boy ...", Sam panted, "... show me how it's done. I wanna feel you."

Dean growled. Actually GROWLED, as he slid with his legs in between Sam's thighs and guided them apart. He ground down against Sam, making the hunter gasp and moan. "That's what you want?"

Sam smiled, with his eyes closed, nodding.

Dean slid with his arms under Sam's knees and guided them up, until the hunter's thighs were snug against his sides, with Dean in between them. The demon growled once more, as he bent Sam nearly in half, an the man's butt was pressed firmly against his rock-hard erection which was dripping with precome.

Sam's eyes flashed open and got caught from a pair of emerald-green ones. "That's all you got, Pinky Poo?"

Dean chuckled low and feral. "You wait and see, baby boy," he groaned, as he reached with one of his hands for his arousal and lined himself up with the younger man's puffy puckered entrance. "Promised you to rock ya' world."

It wasn't a full moment later, that he pressed into him in one slow motion, letting the hunter feel every inch of him. Ever so slowly he eased inside the tight, hot tunnel, giving himself or Sam time to protest, or question what they were going to do.

Sam made a low noise in the back of his throat and threw his head back into the pillow, his eyes slamming shut.

Both were holding their breath and just let go, when Dean was fully seated inside his lover, partner, mate. Sam's eyes fluttered open and his hands started to search Dean's head to pull him into a heated kiss. Though due the human's limited ability to stretch and move, they managed to kiss without Dean having to pull out of Sam – at least not completely.

"You ready for the ride, baby boy?" Dean asked panting with a smug grin on his lips.

"You can bet on it, cowboy," Sam panted and wiggled with his hips to get the demon to move.

And who was Dean Winchester to refuse his lover's plea?

He pulled almost the whole way out – slow and agonizing, just to drive back into Sam with a noise of awe, which made the man beneath him gasp. Goosebumps stood up almost all over of the hunter's body, as Dean pulled out again, until just the head of his manhood remained in him and slammed back in with tender force.

Sam grunted, trying to fist the demon's short hair for leverage – but failed - again. He made a sound between a whimper and a groan, as Dean angled a bit different and slammed home again, hitting his sweet spot. He could feel the hunter tighten around him, and KNEW that he had found the right place which would guarantee Sam's release soon.

It wasn't long, until the demon increased his rhythm and force, snapping with his hips forward to nail the hunter's prostate with every damn single thrust. He was driving moan, after whimper, after groan from Samuel Campbell, turning him into a needy, begging mess beneath him.

By the sounds of it, Sam was a pretty noisy lover, and Dean couldn't suppress his own grunts anymore. Each time when he rammed into the tight channel of heat, Sam clenched around him.

"Sammy," Dean squeezed his eyes shut, chasing after his orgasm in earnest now. "God ... god ... baby boy ..."

Sam couldn't do anything but lie there and take what the demon had to give, since he hadn't a lot of ways to move in his trapped position. Instead he was holding onto the man's neck and shoulder, digging with his blunt nails into the sweat-slick flesh, as he felt the pleasure and warmth in his belly overtaking him.

Sam was holding onto the older man for dear life, his body shuddering and sensitive as if his nerves were laying blunt upon his skin. He chanted the demon's name as he climbed higher and higher, until he couldn't hold back anymore.

White pearls of release burst out of him the very moment he felt Dean Winchester's come fill him up. The demon's thrusts became shallower and slicker, until he stilled completely and collapsed on top of his lover, panting and completely exhausted.

"Ow fuck," Dean panted, pearls of sweat glistening all over his naked form.

Sam blew out a shuddering breath, burying his fingers in the demon's short spiked hair. "Gotta say ...", he murmured, "... I've to admit ... you've rocked my world pretty good." He chuckled breathlessly.

Dean poked him into his ribs.

"Ow!" Sam poked back.

The demon pinched the hunter's nipple and pulled out of him carefully.

Sam hissed at the pinch and the loss between his legs, when Dean rolled off of him.

"Figured ... Demon's are a bit kinkier ..." Sam glanced at Dean with a risen eyebrow.

Dean's lips curled into a broad grin. "Figured the kinky stuff ain't somethin' for our first time." He winked at him. "The classics are still the best." There was a short pause. "I'm gonna get a washcloth to clean your mess up, baby boy." He stole a peck from the hunter's lips and jumped out of bed.

Sam followed him with his gaze until he was back beside him. When he wanted to reach for the cloth, Dean patted his hand away. "Let me," was all he said.

And Sam let him.

When the two of them were all cleaned up from the sticky mess, Dean threw the cloth aside carelessly and climbed back into bed beside Sam, where he settled down. As if on instinct, the hunter turned towards him and wrapped his arms around Dean, resting his head on the older man's chest.

Sam knew he wasn't allowed to fall asleep. Not now. He had to fake that he was sleep. Which was pretty difficult for a man after climaxing. He hadn't forgotten about the demon's plans to take off. And if he wasn't mistaken, his last vision had showed him what TONIGHT would happen.

Sam wouldn't let anything get in between him and the life he wanted for the both of them. NOTHING. Neither he would allow Dean to just throw it away ...

Samuel Campbell didn't sleep. Neither did Dean Winchester.

BOTH were faking to be asleep. Their breaths were even. They lay curled up around each other on top of the blankets. The air was already chilly in the small cabin.

Dean placed a tender kiss to the hunter's forehead, and Sam did everything to not stir, press into the gentle touch of lips, or open his eyes.

The demon eased out under him, ever so carefully and as he bowed over him, stealing another lingering touch of lips against lips, he whispered a silent: "I'm sorry, Sammy," before he sat up at the edge of the bed and started to check the room for his shed underwear.

He moved silently through the room, gathering a set of fresh clothes from his duffel and started to slip into them, too distracted by what he was doing to notice a sneaky giant human male roll out of bed and grabbed a syringe from under the bed in the same motion.

Dean was about to pull the jeans up over his hips, when he sensed movement behind him and spun around. Though it was too late. He felt something pierce his bicep and a pair of glistening hazel-green eyes looking into his.

Sam pressed the plunger not a moment too late and the syringe was emptied before Dean was able to swat his hand away, or to process what was happening.

The syringe fell and scattered over the floor, back under the bed. The demon looked at Sam, as if he had just betrayed him terribly. An uneasy feeling grew in his guts and chest which spread relentlessly and let him sway. It fogged his mind and let his vision blur and before he could realize what was happening, his knees started to buckle.
"Sam?", he asked, his brows arched up in disbelieve.

"I'm sorry, Dean. I'm so sorry," Sam muttered, as he reached for the demon to catch his fall. He went down with him on his knees, holding onto him tightly. "I can't let you do that. I can't." Sam laid his big hand on the demon's cheeks, whose body trembled slightly as he fought against the demonic sedative. Dean's eyes were almost closed and the frantic heaving of his chest started to even out. "I can't let you leave and kill yourself because you're too afraid of what COULD possibly happen."

"No, you didn't ... "What ... Sam ... no no no ... you didn't ..." Dean's words became slurred.

"I'm sorry, Dean," Sam whispered against the demon's lips and kissed him lovingly. When he pulled back, Dean's eyes were closed and his breaths even and deep.

... to be continued

sooooo ... that's it :)

beta'd by my always awesome GOTHPANDAOTAKU :)