Sam woke with a pleasant ache consuming most of his body. He stretched his arms and legs out, enjoying the feeling of his muscles complaint of over use. His butt was the most sore. Dean had really went full out. Jess would only last less than an hour before she would force Sam to cum and be done. With Dean there was always multiple orgasms and you could guarantee you'd need to clear hours off your schedule. This feeling would last a few days. A pleasant reminder of Dean having been inside him where ever they went. The oldest Winchester was still sleeping peacefully. Sam lay there watching his brothers chest rise and fall. Could he really do this? What he had done was selfish. He'd taken advantage of Dean's feelings for him, along with his brothers almost none existent ability to refuse his desire to be inside him. He'd tricked Dean into fucking him so savagely to erase the guilt of Jess' death for a short time. Now without the feel of Dean's touch the emotions flooded back. He'd kissed his brother just moments before she died. He had betrayed her. And now he had betrayed the man he loved as well.
Dean started to stir, rubbing the sleep from his eyes as he stretched, rolling onto his back looking up at Sam. "Morning." He said, placing a gentle kiss on Sam's hip. He pulled his little brother down bringing him to lay across his chest. Dean's half hard morning wood pressed into Sam's hip, as his hands cupped his ass, biting into his neck. The younger man laughed out loud. "Really Dean, you're insatiable." Dean gave a half hearted chuckle. "You feel like round two baby boy?" Sam stood up removing the temptation of himself from his older brother. "Dean we have work to do. That thing is still in that house." Dean slapped Sam's bare ass, smiling at the gasp of shock he earned before hopping up out of the bed. "Come on let's take a shower. We can grab some grub before we start the hunt." Sam didn't look at Dean as he spoke. "I'd like to shower by myself." Dean's smile grew shamelessly wicked as he watched Sam walk to the bathroom, a hitch in his step. "Don't use all the hot water."
As Sam stood under the steaming water pouring from the shower head he gave a soft moan. It soothed his aching muscles, stung sweetly as it hit his abused entrance. As he soaped himself he started to notice small bruises from Dean's defined hip bones on his inner thighs. Finger print shapes of light purple on the backs of his knees from large hands holding up his legs as he was drilled into. He'd always had to be gentle with Jess. He'd missed the rough way his brother fucked. A smile spread across his face at the thoughts of Dean. He could fuck you like a god with ease or gently make love to you like you were made of glass. Which ever Sam would ask for Dean would happily obey. The shower curtain pulled back taking Sam out of his thoughts, his eyes met with emerald green ones as Dean stepped into the shower, the water no longer pouring over Sam's sore body but rolling off Dean's shoulders. "Dude you were gonna use all the hot water." Sam laughed. He hadn't been this happy in a long time.
The Winchesters sat across from each other in a local dinner at a small table. They barely fit due to Sam's long legs taking up most of the space. Unfortunately the place was packed and there weren't any other options. A bubbly dark haired waitress came over to the table filling their coffee cups and setting down sugar packets along with cream for Sam. "Hi I'm Samantha I'll be your server today. What can I get started for you?" Dean smiled at her, "Samantha, that's such a pretty name." Sam didn't seem to think it was cute. He kicked Dean under the table. Dean looked down at his menu and ordered the Double bacon cheese burger deluxe with fries. Sam ordered egg whites with fresh fruit. "Alright I'll get that started for you." Sam stared Dean down, not amused by the cheeky smirk on his brothers face. "Really De?" Dean sipped his black coffee. "Samantha are you jealous of Samantha?" Sam sighed, Dean was going to be giddy and immature all day. He had always been this way after a night of great sex. The food arrived at the table and Dean dug into his burger, wiping ketchup from his lip with the back of his hand. Sam groaned, "How do you eat like you eat, and look how you look?" Dean chewed his food swallowed and with a toothy grin replied. "Fucking you is a great way to burning calories." Dean pressed his knee against the crotch of Sam's jeans under the table. Causing his brother to shift uncomfortably in his seat. Sam placed a fork full of egg whites into his mouth. It was going be one of those days. As they cleaned their plates Dean left a twenty on the table. "Come on let's pick up Missouri and head to the house. Maybe she can feel something and figure out what it is we're dealing with. Before They could knock on the psychic's front door she called out to them from inside to come on in. They stepped in to find Missouri dressed and ready to go. She looked them up and down. "Well I'm glad to see you boys working it out." Dean gave a shit eating grin while Sam blushed.
They pulled up to their old house getting out of the car. Dean opened the back door extending a hand to Missouri helping her out. She pinched his cheek, calling him a peach. Jenny answered their knock with a distraught look in her eyes. She was holding her baby boy to her chest. "Hey Jenny this is our friend Missouri. We were wondering if she could take a look at the house." , said Dean. She told them it wasn't a good time. Dean spoke sternly, "Listen Jenny it's important… ow!" Missouri had smacked him in the back of the head, taking over the conversation. "Cut it out, can't you see this poor girls upset. Forgive him dear he means well he's just not the sharpest tool in the shed if you know what I mean." Sam smirked. Dean stood stiff as Missouri continued, "But hear me out about this house." Jenny asked what about it. "I think you know dear. You think there's something in this house that wants to hurt your family. We can help you. If you trust us just a little." She let them into the house.
The boys followed Missouri to a room where she said there was a bad energy. "This room should be the center of it." Sam chimed in with a why. "This used to be your nursery Sam, this is where it all happened." Sam and Dean both looked up at the ceiling. The sound of Dean turning on an emf detector rang in the room. Missouri turned to look at him and simply said. "Amateur." She ran her hand over objects in the room as if trying to feel energy coming from them. "There is a spirit here but it's not a ghost. It's a poltergeist. No bones to salt and burn. We're going to have to bury these in the walls." She pulled a box from her purse. She already knew what the boys were going to ask. "They're spell bags. If we bury them in the north, south , east, and west corners of the house that thing won't be bothering these people no more." She handed two bags to each of them and the boys set off after telling Jenny to take the kids out to a movie. They both placed one in the walls of bedrooms up stairs then as Dean moved to the kitchen Sam moved to the living room. In one room Dean was busting a small hole in the kitchen wall as Sam did the same in the living room. Dean slide his bag into the wall with no problems. Things didn't go so well for Sam. Just as Sam lifted his hand to place the last spell bag in place a lamp cord wrapped tightly around his throat. He struggled to pull it off but the spirit was to strong. It was choking the life from him. He knew he would die in that moment. As he slowly felt the burning need for air to fill his lungs all he could think of was Dean. How broken his brother would be that he died in this place just as their Mom did. Memories of Dean flashed before his eyes.
They lay side by side on the hood of the impala parked in a decrepit grave yard that was located in the middle of the woods. A beer in hand staring at the stars, laughing together, smiling. A twenty-two year old Dean's jeans had yet to be buttoned or zipped, flannel button up shirt lay open exposing his naked chest along with the deep V cut of his hips. Nineteen year old Sam was naked covered only by his brothers faded leather jacket over his hips. Both in complete post coital glow. "I still can't believe you actually fell in the grave." Dean teased." Sam rolled his eyes. "Whatever dude you pushed me in there." The older Winchester stood guilty as charged yet insisted it was the ghost who's bones they had earlier salted and burned before a slow, gentle lovemaking session. Sam still staring at the stars spoke so low Dean could barely hear him. "De…promise me it'll always be this way." Dean leaned over, pressing his forehead to his baby brothers. "Forever and always." Sam pushed his brother away just enough to stare into the deep emerald pools that were Dean's eyes. "I'm serious De. You were my first. I want you to be my last." There was a shyness in his voice that warmed Dean to the soul. "Anything you want Sammy." He fished in his jeans pocket but whatever he pulled out Sam couldn't see. Dean slipped something cold and metallic onto his brothers finger. Sam held his hand up to see a silver band around his wedding ring finger. He placed his hand over Sam's to show an identical band on his own finger. "I'm yours , forever and always."
The room was fading to black. Soft helpless gasps escaped Sam's lips as the lamp fell from the table, glass shattering on the floor.
Sam stood outside the abandoned house they'd been squatting in, his duffel bag over his shoulder. Even though he knew he shouldn't wake Dean he wanted nothing more than to run inside, tell him what John had seen, what he said. Dean would beg him to run away with him. To find some place where they could be lovers in the open. Somewhere nobody knew the same blood flowed through their veins. But hunters were everywhere. They could never be out. The Winchester's were just short of legend. He placed the silver band on the bottom step of the porch, turned and walked away. He passed the impala laying a hand on her trunk. His focus on the place where they had carved their initials into the back interior as kids until he was blinded by tears.
He could faintly hear Dean calling his name. Foot steps approaching fast.
Sam sat in the courtyard facing the student parking of Stanford University. His friend chatting him up about this party that was happening at phi gamma theta house that evening. "Dude there's gonna be some super hot chicks there. You gotta be my wing man. This chick Ashley is endgame! I need you to entertain her friend Jessica while I bang her. Dude?" Sam was staring at the 67 Chevy parked at the back of the lot. "You a fan of classic cars?" Sam gave a halfhearted "Yeah, something like that." Later that night he sat on the front steps of the frat house with Jessica. They sipped their beer from plastic cups while talking about the new action movie starring some guy they'd never heard of. "So Friday at the main street theater?" she asked. He gave a warm smile, "Yeah, it's a date." She gave him a small peck on the cheek, locking eyes with him just before leaning closer, pressing her lips to his. A man wearing a faded leather jacket walking down the sidewalk came into view. Sam turned to see the persons back profile. Short blondish brown hair, broad shoulders, a silver band on the ring finger. Sam jumped up running after the man, calling out to him. "Dean!". The man didn't turn around, instead he took off running. Sam followed but he wasn't fast enough to catch up until Dean dipped around a corner into an alley between two houses. As Sam rounded the corner he was gone. Stepping back out to the street he searched everywhere for the impala but saw nothing. Giving in he walked back up to Jessica who wore a confused look on her face. "Where did you go?" Sam shrugged before saying, "Thought I saw someone I used to know." She stood in front of him and held out her hand, leading him inside. He stumbled drunkenly out onto the porch as the party came to an end, he stepped on something on the bottom step causing him to almost lose balance. As he lifted his foot to see what the offending object was his heart sank at the sight of the silver band laying there. He picked it up, anger at himself swelling inside. He threw it across the front yard before turning to walk back to his dorm.
Dean's hands were trying desperately to pry the cord away from Sam's throat. When it wouldn't budge he quickly grabbed the spell bag from the floor kicked a hole in the wall and slammed the bag home. A bright flash of light engulfed the room just as the cord lost its grip on Sam. "Sammy!" Dean scrambled to his feet pulling the cord from around his brother who took deep gasps, holding him closely in his arms. Sam could feel the cold metal of Dean's ring pressed against the back of his neck. Dean would never know in that moment just how much Sam hated himself.
Jenny returned home with the kids a short time after, kissing both boys on the cheek. "Thank you so much for everything." The boys told her it was nothing it was what they do. She gave them a box she had found in the house saying she was sure it was theirs. They walled out with Missouri, helping her into the car. They took her home, walked her to the door. After pinches on the cheek for Dean she turned to Sam. "Boy you better tell him the truth. He needs to know. About then and now." His eyes never left the ground, Dean's never left Sam. She walked into the house laying her purse down on a table in the foyer. "That boy Sam has some strong powers, I'm not sure what is happening to him but why he couldn't sense his own father I'd have to guess is because he's afraid of you ." John Winchester sat on the couch in her living room his head in his hands. "Dean was supposed to be alone…if Sam is with him he will drag his brother right back in to what I put a stop to two years ago." She laughed out loud. "Well it's to late for that Johnny boy. Dean is giving it to that boy so good I think he's gonna break the kids back." Johns face bore disgust. "You need to stop blaming Sam. Dean is a grown man. He knew what he was getting into when he gave into his own urges. Just talk to them, they're in love John. Let them be happy." John clinched his fist so tight his nails bit into his skin. "That I can not do."
Back at the motel the younger Winchester was taking the longest shower ever. Avoiding the fact that Dean would undoubtedly want an answer for what Missouri had said. The woman had zero filter, she let it all out. The water ran cold and he could avoid it no more. Standing in front of the fogged mirror clad in grey sweatpants he took a deep breath, walking out to face his brother. Dean was sitting on the bed they'd spent the night together in, looking through the contents of the box from Jenny, pictures of their family when they were kids. A beer in hand. He was so beautiful. His body the perfect example of masculinity, those broad shoulders, curve in his back, muscled stomach, firm hips that lead to strong legs. "What did Missouri mean when she said the truth?" Sam sat on the opposite bed. With a sigh he said, "She was talking about last night." "What about it?" said Dean. The younger sat in silence, starring at the floor. "Come on Sam. We both know the only thing that happened last night. We fucked, the way you asked for it. Tell me what I did wrong." Sam couldn't possibly loath himself anymore. "Nothing Dean it's not you." "Are you seriously gonna pull the it's not you it's me line?" Here it comes. "Dean I only slept with you last night because I wanted to distract myself from everything…from being here…from Jess." Dean's posture grew stiff. "You used me?" Sam found no words to make it sound better. "Yeah…" Dean's face contorted in a mix of pain and anger before settling on fury. He slammed his empty beer bottle into the wall, jerking Sam up by the arm, pressing their lips together in a forceful kiss. Sam turned to putty in his big brother's hands, moaning into Dean's mouth, going half limp in his arms. Dean let Sam's body slide down onto the bed. He grabbed the keys, slamming the door behind him. "I'm sorry…" Sam's words seemed to echo in the empty room.
Dean sat at a local dive bar a few blocks away from the motel. He had just slammed his eighth shot of whiskey, calling to the bartender for another round. There was a woman sitting at the end of the bar who moved to sit next to him. "I'll have what he's having." Dean gave her a roguish smirk before ordering two scotch on the rocks. The bar tender placed the shots and scotch glasses on the bar. "I'm Danni. Cheers." They clinked the glasses together and downed the shots. "Dean." She gave him a warm smile. "Well Dean what's her name?" Dean laughed. "What makes you think there's a her?" She sipped her scotch. "Honey the speed you're turning over those shot glasses screams broken heart." Dean's smile faded. "His name is Sam." She rubbed his shoulder. "Aww sweetheart. You want to talk about it." Dean downed his scotch in a single gulp order two more. He turned to Danni, pointing at a dart board in the corner. "Wanna play?" her smile reached ear to ear.
Danni wasn't very good at darts but Dean was a pro. He hit his intended mark every round. So accurately she started just calling out random numbers for him to hit with his eyes closed. When he succeeded every time she gave up throwing her hands in the air. "That Sam is a fool to treat you this way. You're a catch." Dean smiled bashfully, the nine shots and two scotches beginning to kick in. "So he flat out told you he used you the other night…so that he wouldn't have to think about his dead girlfriend. Harsh." Dean downed his third scotch. "After everything we've been through, everything I've done for him. I tired to stay away but I just…when I'm with him…alone…I can't stop myself." She she brushed a few locks of stray bangs from his forehead back into place. "Hey sweetie, it's ok. You wanna know what I think?" Dean looked at her like a lost little puppy dog. "Haha aww. You're to cute for words. I think that the reason he ended it before was because there's something he was trying to save you from. What that is I don't know. But he did what he thought was right by you. As for now…I can't believe I'm going to say this but…if he needs to use you…maybe you should let him. You both have healing to do that's obvious. Why not use each other. Lick each other's wounds so to say." Dean gave her a tight hug. "That doesn't sound half bad. Thank you. I never got to be the hot gay friend before." He gave her a friendly peck on the cheek. As Dean bid her goodbye she watched him walk out the door, her eyes flashing solid black.
Dean stumbled his way back into the motel room around 5 am. He laid his keys on the nightstand next to Sam's bed, pulled back the covers and slid in spooning his brother. Sam woke turned over quickly, sat up placing his palms on Dean's shoulders. "Dean! Where were you?" Dean pressed a finger tip over Sam's lips, tracing the soft skin there with it. "Shhh….my head hurts." Sam sighed. "You're drunk." Dean gave a drunken giggle. "Only a lot. But I gotta tell you….that…uhh…if what was it? Oh yeah, if you need to use me go ahead. But don't be upset if I use you too." Sam laughed out loud. "De you're drunk." Dean pushed Sam into the mattress, climbing on top of him. "Who you calling drunk?" Dean placed wet kisses on Sam's face before locating his lips. "Gonna….Sam stop spinning….gonna use you right now." Dean rolled over onto his back, undid the button of his jeans. Pulling the zipper down he pushed his hand in to pull his cock out and passed out cold his hand still in his pants. Sam sighed, pulled the covers back over them, before laying back down himself.
The demon called Danni was walking across the parking lot of the bar. Looking to her left she noticed another woman leaning against her car. She blinked black eyes at her to which the other girl responded with her own black orbs. Walking up to the car fishing keys from a clutch purse she spoke. "Meg." The demon called Meg sneered at Danni. "What are you doing? Azazel wants Sam. He will be our boy king." Danni laughed sarcastically. "You're all betting on the wrong horse. The king of hell will be Dean Winchester. I can feel it. Your Sam is to weak. And when my king rises from the belly of hell I, his most loyal servant will bask in victory." Meg rolled her eyes. "You're a fool if you think he will come openly into your arms." Danni swayed on her feet dramatically, fanning herself. "I shall writhe beneath my king! In ecstasy as he rips me to shreds." Meg spoke her next words as if they were a command. "He doesn't have the blood. He can't win. Azazel will hear of this." Black smoke flew from Danni's mouth flying across the sky into the night the body she possessed hit the ground with a thud. Meg slit it's throat letting the blood pour into a bowl. "Thanks dear I needed to make a call." She kicked the corpse. Turning to walk into the night.