I am sorry for the delay, but I had three long shifts in a row and I'm always falling into bed after shower like a dead woman.
The End Of Days
Chapter 29 ~ The Ritual
THEN:
"It's just me, Cas, Jo and Garth. The rest stays here ..." Dean informed them all with a stern look, not allowing any critic about his decision.
Kevin huffed. Though internally he was pretty relieved that he didn't have to leave the bunker, and even more relieved, that he wouldn't be damned to stay there all on his own. He had gotten too used to company ever since the hunter had first taken the hooker with him.
"So, we're clear?", the hunter asked.
Everyone nodded in compliance.
NOW:
The following evening, they summoned Balthazar in the basement.
First the angel had denied that he knew anything about a group of angels that was looking for Sam's and Jo's kind. He obviously didn't want to get involved in whatever was going on.
Though they finally found the angel's weak-spot and after a couple of snarky remarks and cocky comments, Balthazar gave in.
They gave him the coordinates and time where they wanted to meet up with the angels, in case they were interested.
The meeting was two days ahead. Enough time to improve their plan.
So they had dinner after summoning one of Castiel's brothers. The air was thick with tension and the small group of people was silent.
No one spoke a word during the dinner, trying to hold the unpleasant things away for some time, before they'd start to work it out more detailed.
They had chosen the warehouse for their meeting. It was the only place they knew in detail.
The only place besides the bunker, from wich they had a sketch of the floor plan.
Dean figured they could need all kinds of advantage and so they studied the possible exits in case they needed to get out fast.
When the table in the kitchen was cleaned up and the coffee-machine roared to life, Sam started to clean the dishes, while the others sat around the table and stared at the plan, obviously trying to memorize every single room.
They started to discuss if one of them should stay at the outside, or if all of them should go in. They discussed the kind of traps they could use for the angels in case they wouldn't be cooperative, or the whole thing would get too hairy.
When Sam was done with the dishes, he joined them. Though he just listened.
It was late that night, when they finally had made up their mind about the traps and all the other stuff and parted.
They would get a couple of hours sleep before Castiel, Dean and Garth would head out to get the warehouse set up for the meeting, cleaning it from walkers (if there were some) and locking it down until friday morning.
Meanwhile, Dean had other priorities. Sam had been extremely quiet, hadn't talked at all. Had just listened and observed and stared at the plan. Even on their way back to their room he had seemed deep in thoughts and had nearly took off into his former bedroom, wouldn't have Dean grabbed his hand and pulled him with him into the opposite direction.
Finally inside, Dean walked over to the bed and got his pyjamas and the ones of Sam out under the pillows. He then looked back at his boyfriend, who still stood there – somehow lost – and watched him for a moment.
"Sammy?", he asked.
The man's head snapped up and looked at the hunter bewildered, watching him as he petted on a stack of clothes.
Sam just nodded and walked over beside him.
They then got dressed in their pyjamas and went into the bathroom to brush their teeth before they hit the hay.
The both of them crept under the covers, pulling them up until just their heads lurked out.
Sam instantly turned around and curled up against Dean. Hell, it still was a miracle to the hunter how the giant man was able to make himself that small.
The hunter wrapped his arms around Sam and tugged him close.
"What if they really want to open the gates of heaven? What if they need one of us as a sacrifice?", Sam asked after a long while of silence.
Neither of them was able to close their eyes and to just fall asleep. There were too many questions to be asked. Too many things that weren't clear.
Dean cleared his throat and blew out a thoughtful breath. "They won't get the both of you for a sacrifice. - That much's for sure.", he answered silently. "We won't deliver neither. Jo nor you. - No matter what."
Sam seemed to relax a bit. Though not completely. "What if they gonna lie?"
A smirk formed on Dean's lips. "We're not going there. Not yet. - I first want to know what's going on and what they want exactly."
Sam nodded. "You know ... I'm grateful to have you.", he continued after a long while of silence. "It's like finding a home after all these years. - I like it. I like the bunker. I like you ... It's nice not to be treated like ...", he trailed off.
"Told you you're no longer a prostitute. - And sure as hell no one of us thinks that of you. Neither do I. So just ... forget about it, huh? Try to let it go, try to forget ..."
Sam nestled closer to his hunter, sneaking his uppermost leg over the hunter's. "'can't forget.", he muttered silently.
"Then I'll make you." He couldn't hide the sneaky grin on his lips, obviously trying to lighten the mood. "With all i got."
The hunter laid his hand on Sam's cheek and he looked up, locking his gaze with the hunter's.
"I'll do everything for you, baby boy.", he whispered, truth gleaming in his emerald-green circles. "Everything it takes to make you feel like you're supposed to ..."
Sam sniffed.
Dean's look flickered at the other man's soft lips and back up at his eyes, coming closer with the moment. They narrowed slowly, until their lips met and both men's eyes fluttered closed. The hunter let his lips linger on Sam's, tasting the sweetness and toothpaste on him.
They haven't had sex that night. They just lay there and talked some more. Wrapped into each other as close as even possible under the covers, until they fell asleep.
Dean didn't wake Sam the next morning. Instead he wrote a note and laid it on the pillow, sneaking out of the room and the bunker.
Though the generators hadn't turned on yet, when Sam's eyes opened lazily. Instantly he felt – he KNEW – that Dean wasn't there. The place beside him was cool and an extra blanket had been tugged over him.
He reached for the light-switch and blinked his eyes open, giving his vision some moments to clear. He looked towards his right side, where Dean should've been. But instead there was a piece of paper.
"We're at the warehouse.
Back in a couple of hours.
Love you, sweetheart.
Dean"
Sam smiled dumbfounded and slumped back into the pillow, cradling the note in his hands. Maybe he could make something for them – for Dean – when they returned.
Sam turned on his side and exhaled slowly, his eyes fluttering shut. He could use some more sleep anyway and Dean and his friends wouldn't be back 'til noon ...
Two minutes later he turned back on his back, his eyes snapping open.
Nope.
There was no way he could go back to sleep again.
That day, he cooked. There was smoked meat in the fridge, potatoes and other vegetables from the green house.
First off he started on a small breakfast for Kevin, Jo and himself.
The first one to get into the kitchen sleep-drunken was the prophet. Shortly followed by Joanna (not looking much better than Kevin).
They ate their breakfast together.
Kevin went back to his tablet, while Sam went with Jo into the library. She explained to Sam how she made her abilities work. - And as the young nephilim had guessed, it was all about emotions and concentration.
So before he'd be able to do the things Jo was capable of, he had to find his abilities. She explained to him, that it was like a quest. Since Jo hadn't ever had to hide what she was and what she felt (kudos to her incredible parents), she grew with them, and the abilities grew with her. With a single snap of her fingers she was able to skip a book from the shelve three feet behind her. Though she wasn't able to do anything else until now with her telekinesis. She explained it like tiny shots of willpower – Everything else she had tried so far had been pretty exhausting and draining and knocked her out for several hours streight.
What was the reason why she had collapsed all those weeks ago in the abandoned house, when they had first met her.
But it definitely reached out to throw a knife at someone, Jo told him with an amused chuckle.
Since Sam had been forced to suppress his abilities for years, his mind wouldn't want to deal with them again, she explained. There was even the possibility that he didn't have abilities. Jo had met a few nephilims with small to none power.
So she showed him how to meditate to regain balance over his mind. One of the first steps to find what he actually should be capable of. Because Jo was sure that Sam must have them. Otherwise he wouldn't have been able to deep-fry the black-eyed guy back then.
So the two of them laid on the tiles on their backs. Eyes closed. Their arms beside them, palms down. Their breaths even and deep, their heartbeats calm and strong.
There were probably ten minutes of meditating, before silent snores where heard from Sam's direction. His mouth stood slightly agape, his cheeks a bit flushed. - And fast asleep.
Jo's eyes flew open and she chuckled silently. Something she totally had expected. Falling asleep showed, that Sam's body and mind were still exhausted and needed rest. So as soon as he would've learned to listen to his body, his meditations would work better.
Jo hopped up and looked at Sam with a genuine smile for a long moment, before she moved over to the shelves and picked up the book that she had skipped from it earlier. She settled on the couch with it and skipped it open, having a watchful eye on the man on the floor.
After a short while Sam's skin seemed to become brighter ... as if a light had been illuminated deep within his body, and Jo's smile widened knowingly.
A couple of hours passed until Sam's eyes fluttered open and stared at the ceiling for a brief second, listening to the sounds around him. He blinked lazily and looked towards the couch, where Jo had fallen asleep with a book in her lap.
So much for meditating then ...
Though, he thought he haven't ever had such a relaxing nap EVER.
Still groggy from just awaking, he shuffled into the kitchen, pouring himself water into a glass and emptied it in two big gulps. He then glanced at the clock and his half-open eyes widened.
"Holy crap.", he cursed and his head snapped towards the fridge. He had to start lunch if he wanted to be done before his friends would get back.
Sam hurried up with chopping the meat and vegetables into small pieces. He then put the meat into a pot and started the stove, roasting it with the onions. He then went for the potatoes and peeled them, giving them into another pot with water and put a lid on it.
He then sat down on the bench with another glass of water, going over to the boiling food every now and then and checking on its progress.
The longer it took the meat to get soft, the more impatient Sam grew. He WANTED to be done when Dean and the others came back. One of the less things he could make himself useful of anyway – and not even that he was capable of – obviously.
So he stood at the stove and added the chopped vegetables to the big pot with the steaming meat. He leaned with his hips against the sideboard, staring at the big pot as if it'd go faster that way.
Suddenly there were hands on his sides and a body behind him.
"Looks awesome, Sammy.", a familiar voice whispered into his ear.
Sam leaned back into the body of the shorter man behind him and covered the man's hand with his, pulling them forward, so that they were wrapped around his middle.
"Not ready yet." The younger of the both of them turned around and sealed his lips over the hunters.
Dean cupped Sam's butt cheeks in his hands and pushed his hips against Sam's with a slight rub.
Sam pulled back after the lingering kiss and smiled, though it faded as he saw the small cut on the hunter's cheek. A thin red line ... actually nothing to worry about, but something that showed that he have had gotten into trouble.
"What happened?", Sam asked curiously, ghosting with his fingertips over the cut, his eyes flickering towards Dean's. "You've had troubles?"
The hunter chuckled and gave him a peck on the lips. "Nothing serious. - Got distracted and a walker ... well ... you know, got the drop on me." The hunter eyed his Sam longingly, a smug smile on his lips. "Nothin' serious."
Sam gave him a short nod, not sure if the hunter wasn't lying about that. He knew life out there wasn't easy. And some walkers (special the newborns) weren't that easy to kill. They were still strong and a very serious threat to everyone. Even hunters. PLUS: They were some silent creeps.
"Lunch's gonna take a while. - Jo showed me how to meditate and I fell asleep ..."
"Don't worry, baby boy." He squeezed the former hooker's globes gently. "We'll wait." There was something lingering behind this words, the way he said them ...
A wave of arousal flooded Sam's body, letting his jeans grew a bit tighter.
Castiel strode into the kitchen and went streight for the pot on the stove, sniffing at it. "Smells well, Sam." He looked up at the taller man.
Sam smiled at him, his cheeks slightly flushed. "Ready in thirty.", he said and turned back around in the hunter's embrace and stirred in the pot. "I don't know how to bake bread ... so ... I've got potatoes.", he looked curiously and a bit embarrassed at the angel, as if he was asking if that was okay.
Castiel gave him a short nod. "Potatoes are cool. - Hey, anyone know's were Joanna is?"
"Library, couch.", Sam answered and poked in one of the steaming potatoes.
With that the angel took off.
"I'll get you when I'm done!", Sam called after him, rolling with his hips as he focused back on the food, his denim-covered butt pushing against the hunter's lower department, rousing a low growl from him.
Dean pushed back against him.
Sam chuckled and did it again.
"You're goin' on like that, sweetheart and we won't make it for lunch. - I swear.", the hunter warned him, his voice hoarse.
They made it until after lunch. Dean shooting hungry looks across the table where Sam was sitting between Garth and Kevin. Sam teasing the hunter with running his tongue over his lips more often than usual.
"Shower it is.", Dean stated with a full belly and leaned back as if to show how his belt was straining under the force of his full stomach. He then glanced at Sam, asking him without words if he would join him.
Sam blushed and tilted his head to the side, telling him a single look that he'd follow in a couple of minutes.
Despite the fact that the others FOR SURE knew what the both of them would be up to, Sam still seemed to be shy about some things. For once there was the fact that he obviously hadn't noticed that the bunker's walls weren't as sound proof as he may thought. And second, he obviously still tried to not make it too obvious what the both of them were doing when they were alone ...
Living in each other's pockets sometimes wasn't fun. Not when you wanted to have some private time . It was like at least one other person knew what you were doing or where you were. No matter what.
Sure everyone respected the other one's dignity, otherwise it wouldn't work the way it did anyway. But there were times, when you wanted to wear ear protection or have thicker walls.
When Dean was gone, Sam went streight for the dishes in the sink. He hadn't even turned on the tab, when Garth appeared at his left side, and Castiel to his right, taking the sponge and a plate from him and urged him to back off and follow Dean.
Sometimes it was real nice to not having to pretend, Sam thought.
Dean had already stripped down and turned on the water in the shower stall, when he heard bare feet shuffling towards the bathroom-door. The next moment it opened, and a already naked Sam came in and closed the door behind him again.
The hunter eyed his partner, a lingering affectionated look roaming all over the slender form, the only thing Dean reminded him of what Sam had been through. That and the scars on his chest, side and shoulder.
Otherwise Sam's skin was smooth and even. Free of marks and scars.
Not so Dean's. His whole body was marked, mostly his torso and calves ... Sam hadn't really noticed until now. Now that Dean was standing there like that, in the steam of the hot water, wich fogged the room surely but slowly.
The hunter stepped into the spray and extended his hand towards Sam, offering him to come in (not that Sam wouldn't have if he hadn't).
Their eyes locked. Green eyes darkened with arousal. The hunter still looked loving and gentle ... and though there was something feral and dangerous lingering in those circles.
Sam accepted the invitation and followed Dean's lead. The hunter stepped back a bit making place for the younger man.
So they showered together, and they kissed. All wet and slippery. Tongues and teeth and hands roaming over skin.
Though they didn't stay in the bathroom for long. Soon they turned the water down, toweled each other off and went into the bedroom, barely parting on their way to the bed.
Before the hunter could even catch a thought on pushing Sam down onto the mattress, he was turned around and shoved down gently. A surprised grunt was ripped from him, when he hit the soft mattress, and Sam was over him, kissing him passionated and though soft, licking the taste of typically Dean out of his mouth.
When they parted, the hunter was beyond breathless and erected. His hard member right beside Sam's, snug in between their pelves, rubbing the tender velvet-like skin against each other. The younger man trailed kisses down over Dean's throat, sucking and nibbling his way down, over sensitive and scarred skin, his elbows and arms flanking the hunter on the bed.
Ever so slowly he kissed his way down, brushed feather like over the hunter's sternum and solar plexus, teasing the most sweet moans from his boyfriend.
Somehow Dean's hands managed to get a hold of Sam's hair and he buried them among the soft locks, holding onto them with a gentle grip as his body arched up into the tenderest of caresses.
Whenever the hunter tugged lightly on Sam's hair the kisses were interrupted by short gasps or other silent noises Sam always made when they were like this.
Soon Sam's lips found what he had been looking for. The hunter's navel and the short curly locks that led straight into the promised land. Sam shifted down between the hunter's thighs, his hands resting on the man's hip bones, while he licked a wet stripe over his glorious manhood on his way to the tip.
Ever so gently, Sam wrapped his lips around him, taking delicate care not to scrap him with his teeth. And then he sank down on him, taking him all in without hesitation.
And Dean Winchester trembled, fisting the younger man's hair a bit tighter, arousing a low moan from Sam's throat that sent delicious vibrations all through his over-sensitive body.
After a long while with teasing the hunter with his tongue and lips, he slowly increased the suction and started to swirl his tongue around the hunter's hard length whenever he reached the head, moaning low around him, well knowing what it'd do to the hunter.
With every down of Sam's head he took him in deeper, taking one of his hands for help for the part of the hunter's manhood he wouldn't reach any other way. In the same time he held Dean down with a palm sprawled out over his belly, hindering on pushing up unexpectedly.
It took the hunter all that he got, not to thrust upwards, trying to take control. He knew this wasn't a blowjob. This was trust. Sam trusted him enough to do this, trusted him, that he wouldn't just fuck into his mouth, make him choke on his erection.
Sam showed him that he trusted him enough to do this. And Dean showed Sam, that he didn't need to be in control.
It didn't last long, until the hunter's erratic breaths came in harsh short gasps and moans and cries whenever Sam flicked his tongue over the slit of Dean's manhood. And Sam increased his pace, bobbing up and down on him, making those twists with his wrist.
And then the world exploded into white and black dots for the Winchester. And Sam drank him down, swallowing every single spurt that Dean gave him and his pace slowed down and ebbed away, until he pulled off of the hunter's manhood.
Somehow Dean managed to let go of Sam's hair and pull him up, so that they were lying beside each other on one eye level.
Dean sealed his lips over Sam's and licked into his mouth, tasting the remains of himself in the warm, wet hole, what made him even more eager and his cock twitching.
Sam curled up around the hunter, looking beyond satisfied as if he just had the most mind-blowing orgasm in his life.
Dean Winchester couldn't leave Sam like that. Not willingly. Hell, he wanted to get himself hard again and ready for another round. He wanted to make love, wanted to be inside Sam, wanted to feel him surrounding him.
And hell – he wouldn't have been a Winchester if that wasn't possible, right?
So without hesitation, he rolled the both of them over, so that Sam was on his back and Dean on top. Before the man beneath him could even think of protesting, he covered Sam's lips with his in a lingering kiss, one of his hands running up and down on Sam's flank gently.
"My turn.", Dean whispered huskily with a mug grin, looking into big hazel-green eyes. "So sweet." His hands traveled down the younger man's body once again, but this time they didn't stay on his side. They urged their way across Sam's belly button and further south, where a giant erection was poking into the hunter's stomach. "I wanna taste you too, baby boy.", he whispered, running a fingertip down over Sam's shaft.
Sam shuddered beneath him, looking insecurely up into a pair of lust-darkened emerald-green eyes. They actually hadn't done THAT before. - God knew why ... it was just like that. Maybe because Sam wasn't sure if the hunter would even WANT to ...
A feeling like an explosion wiped those thoughts away in a matter of a seconds. The rush of pleasure tore through his body, when Dean had hit his sweet spot with the pads of his fingers, deep inside him.
After what seemed like an eternity of teasing and sweet torture, Sam released himself down the hunter's throat with a shuddering cry.
Yes, Dean had proofed himself well and truly. And when he pulled off of Sam, he was rock-hard all over again. Not that he would've complained. EVER.
So the both of them made love. Slow and loving, their lips sealed , when the hunter pushed into him, scrapping that special bundle of nerves all over again and again. It was like a never-ending train of arousal.
Both of them relished in the feeling of being connected like that. Of having the opportunity of being close. Of being one.
Their bodies were cooling down under the thin blanket that was covering their heated forms.
Dean lay on his back, limbs stretched away from him, except the arm with whom he held Sam close.
Sam lay beside him, head on the hunter's chest and one hand resting on the man's belly, his eyes closed. A comfortable noise fell from Sam's lips and he snuggled closer, shifting his legs slightly.
"Promise me, that you'll take care, 'kay?" Sam didn't need to look up at the hunter's face to know that he was rolling his eyes.
"Of course I will. - I'll take exquisite care, that nothing' of your property gets ruined." The hunter chuckled hoarsely and tugged the man in his arm closer. "Don't you worry. We're prepared for everything."
And Sam took the hunter's word on this. He just hoped it was true and Dean didn't say it because he thought he needed to. He hoped that everything would go down easily, just as it had sounded like when they had talked about their plan.
It came ahead to the day, when Dean, Cas, Garth and Jo headed out in the early morning hours. Neither of them had gotten a lot of sleep. Specially not Sam. He had been clinging to the hunter as if it was the last time they'd be together. As if this was the end. As if Sam would never see the Winchester again.
... to be continued
