Authors note: This chapter is just some good old wincest fluff prompted by Casmonster1. Please enjoy. And don't forget to review.

Chapter 6

Dean turned the wrench in his hand, tightening the last spark plug in the engine. It had been a week since they had exorcised the demon from Sam and he was running out of things to tune up on the impala. Since Sam hadn't so much as let Dean hug him since the possession he needed things to keep him busy. He'd changed all of baby's fluids, replaced the brakes, brake pads, put new tires on, done an alignment. Hell he'd even had time to replace the speaker that had stopped working in the back, washed her and waxed the paint until it shined like new. He tossed the wrench into a near by tool box and closed the hood. He wiped the sweat from his brow, accidently smearing grease on his forehead. He sat on the ground next to her, sipping a beer. "You know I love you Baby but I can't keep giving you this much attention. I gotta get him to talk to me." He laid back on the ground, watching the clouds roll by as his thoughts drifted to that night.

He sat on the couch next to Sam as he and Bobby went over what had happened since they last saw each other at the bar. Sam sat in silence as Bobby flipped through the pages of books. His coffee table covered in research material. "I can't find anything in the lore on 'The Crowning' but I did find this. Ipse est rex, it's latin roughly translates to 'He is the king'." Dean looked up at him, ceasing his fidgeting need to protect Sam even though there was nothing to protect him from at the time. "King of what?" Bobby shrugged. "You got me son. I know a guy. He's a little crazy, talks about some old school group called the men of letters. But he's got lore I've never even seen. I'll see if I can get a hold of him."

Dean followed Sam up to their room where his brother crawled into the bed, pulling the covers over himself. But as he attempted to lay down with him Sam's voice was heard. "No! I need to be alone." Dean stood at the edge of the bed, the fidget returning. "I mean it De. I love you, I do. I just need some space." Dean let out a deep sigh, he turned and walked out of the room. He'd been banished to the couch ever since. Greeted every morning by Bobby walking past shaking his head mumbling "Idjits."

Bobby stepped into the tinted view of Dean's aviator sunglasses. "We need to talk son." He rose to his feet. Leaning against the impala. "What did your guy say?", the old man leaned against the car next to him. He spoke softly, trying not to be over heard, just in case Sam decided to come out of his cave. "The crowning is a demon ritual. A human overcomes a trial of some sort then becomes a demon. But not just any demon. King of hell." Dean sipped his beer, it was warm. So what your saying is these black eyed fucks think my Sammy is gonna be their leader?" Bobby adjusted his hat. "It don't make no sense, the ritual calls for a righteous man to become a demon by rising from the depths of hell. It doesn't fit what the demon said." Dean knew without Bobby having to say it out loud what he meant. "If it's a righteous man they need, which means a man without sin. Why do they want me and Sam to be together. Homosexuality is a bad enough sin as far as the Jesus freaks are concerned but we're brothers. Incest takes the cake don't you think." Dean knew the next words Bobby spoke weren't just his way of reinforcing the fact that he approved of Dean and Sam's relationship. "Hell if there is a God who's to say what the freaks think is a sin really is." Dean downed the warm beer, standing up straight his gaze never left the clouds. "This stays between us. Until we know more Sammy doesn't need anymore on his shoulders right now." He turned, walking into the house.

Sam was still in the bed. He hadn't left the room for the entire week except to eat and use the restroom. Dean didn't bother knocking as he walked in. Sam looked up at him, then pulled the blankets over his face. "Oh no you don't. You don't want me to touch you fine. I've slept in worse places than a couch but this is getting old Sam, you stink you need to take a shower." Sam looked him in the eyes. "I feel so violated. Like I'll never be clean again." Dean sat on the edge of the bed, placing his sunglasses on the nightstand. "Come on baby boy let big brother wash it away." Sam followed Dean into the bathroom. The older brother placed two towels on the counter turning the shower on he tested the water with his finger tips to make sure it was the right temperature. He pulled Sam's tee shirt off, then slide his sweat pants down along with his boxers. Sam stood there in front of him covering himself with his hands, eyes on the floor. Dean placed a hand under his chin, making their eyes meet. "Don't hide from me Sammy." Sam's voice quivered with emotion. "That thing was in me De, Its like I can feel it in my skin. Dean pulled his own shirt over his head, taking Sam's hands he placed them on his chest. Running Sam's fingers down to his stomach with his own. "Then I'll just have to get rid of it the only way I know how." Sam gave him a questioning look. Dean leaned in until his lips were grazing Sam's ear lobe as he spoke. Sending tickles of pleasure down Sam's spine. "By making sure the only thing you feel or smell on you is me." Sam shock his head, eyes returning to the floor. "De sex doesn't fix everything." Dean smirked as he worked the buckle of his belt. "Well if it doesn't work the first time…try more sex." Sam gave a tiny glimpse of a smile. "You truly are a deviant." Dean licked his bottom lip, letting his jeans, along with his boxer briefs fall to the floor around his feet, his large cock already standing at attention. "You love it."

As they stepped into the shower Dean pulled his younger brother close, letting the hot water pour over both of them. Sam lowering his head onto the older man's shoulder so the water rushed over his head. Dean placed tender kisses on Sam's neck as he worked a bar of soap down his brothers chest to his stomach, working up a lather. They washed each other's bodies running hands down sensitive skin, lips teasing one another, teeth occasionally catching the other's bottom lip in a gentle nibble, eliciting soft moans out of each other. Dean spun them around pressing Sam into the shower wall, taking in the sight of the water cascading down his back before grasping the cheeks of Sam's ass tightly. He spread them pressing his body flush against Sam's, letting his cock slip between them, past his balls until the tip was touching the bottom of Sam's own shaft. Dean let out a deep groan, his fingertips biting into the plump flesh beneath them. Sam let out a hiss. "De stop." Dean immediately stepped back, his hands at his sides, ending all contact. His obsessive need to protect Sam overpowering his sex drive. Sam gave a whimper. "No…I mean I don't need it like that…right now." Dean was back in a flash, this time gently caressing the skin of Sam's ass. "Oh so baby boy wants it soft and slow." Dean pressed his lips against Sam's neck. Sam could feel the smile that Dean wore.

"Mmm Sammy gonna take my time. Gonna touch every inch of you. Ride you all night long." He slathered his hand with soap, letting it ghost it's way along Sam's ass until his middle finger pressed against Sam's entrance causing the younger man to gasp with excitement. He slipped it in with ease thanks to the soap, pushing in to the second knuckle and back out again slowly. So torturously slow, over and over again until Sam was whimpering in pleasure. He added a second finger, stretching his brother open. By the time Dean added the third finger Sam was bucking his hips back to meet Dean's hand with each movement. Dean teased at Sam's sweet spot. Massaging his prostate with his finger tips. Sam was quickly becoming unhinged as the older Winchester started to pull his fingers out wetting them with the water, then pushing them back in to rinse the soap out of Sam. By the time the slippery suds feeling was gone Sam was cumming, squirting his load on the shower wall, knees wobbling like a new born foal. Dean pulled his finger out moving his hand around his brother's waist to support him. Dean's teeth grazed his ear as he spoke. "I love watching you cum from just my fingers baby boy." They kissed tenderly until the water ran cold.

Stepping out of the shower they dried their bodies in haste running to the bedroom, the towels around their waist discarded as Dean scooped Sam up laying him down onto the bed. Sam spread his legs as Dean moved in between them. As their lips met Sam's hands ran up and down Dean's back, tracing the scars he left there years ago. Dean kissed his way down his brother's chest, his tongue tracing a line down his navel to Sam's hard cock. He took it into his mouth, slowly sucking the tip as Sam moaned under him. He worked his mouth slowly down the length, bobbing his head up and down slowly, sucking Sam like a lollipop down to the hilt then back up to the tip then down again. Sam gently rocked his hips up to meet Dean's mouth. "Fuck De your mouth is so hot."

Dean worked Sam until he was cumming in his mouth, hot white liquid rushing out onto his tongue. Dean swallowed it down. Every last drop. He continued to suck Sam until he was shaking from the shocks of his orgasm, pulling his mouth away only when Sam had gone soft. Dean moved down farther, pushing Sam's legs up letting his tongue lick Sam's entrance. Sam jerked, bucking his hips up moaning loudly at the sudden new sensation. "D-Dean! What are you doing?" Dean continued to lick at Sam's entrance. "Gonna eat you out Sammy until you cum again from my tongue in your ass, then I'm gonna spread your legs across my hips and watch you fuck yourself slowly on my dick til you can't hold yourself up. And finally I'm gonna make love to you until the sun comes up." Dean pushed his tongue inside Sam just past the first ring of muscle. He pushed a finger inside sliding it past his tongue, massaging Sam's prostate again as he flicked his tongue in and out. It wasn't long until Sam was fully erect once again. They had never done this before. The exciting newness casting it's spell on both of them. Dean thoroughly fucking Sam with his tongue like he was starving while Sam writhed under him until he came for the third time all over his stomach practically screaming like a girl. Dean sat up wiping saliva from his mouth with the back of his hand. Once he had licked Sam's stomach clean he laid down next to him, pulling his younger brother across his lap. Sam could feel his rock hard cock pressed up against the crack of his ass, weeping with precum. Dean reached over to the nightstand, picking up the bottle of lube they'd placed there the day they arrived and squirting some out into his palm, slicked himself up with it. "Ride me Sammy. Fuck yourself on big brother's cock." Sam obeyed, sitting up to align his entrance with the head of Dean's erection. The older man held him by the hips as he slowly lowered himself onto it. Dean gave a husky grunt as he felt himself entering his lover. Sam sank down onto him so slowly it was torture. It felt like forever before he was fully inside him, buried in Sam's warmth.

Sam pushed up, rising and lowering himself onto Dean. He moved his hips in a circular motion, creating a rhythm. Sam placed his hands on Dean's chest for support as he rode him. Dean said the sexiest things to him the whole time. "Fuck Sammy you're so hot inside. So soft and tight." Sam moaned, he was starting to lose it, he was already hard again, precum running down his dick, he was losing his rhythm. Dean held his grip on his hips, helping guide him. "Mmm Sammy love being inside you. The way your ass squeezes my dick feels so fucking good. God you're the best fuck on the planet." Dean's words were Sam's undoing. He tensed up, letting out a loud groan that matched the one his brother let out at the same time as he came spilling his seed onto his brother's stomach. At the same time he could feel Dean's cum rushing out inside him as he collapsed onto his lovers chest. They both laid there for a moment panting, trying to catch their breath. Their tongues explored each others mouths, hands exploring everywhere else. Sam felt Dean's cock twitch with life inside him, still rock hard, to which he gave a soft moan. Dean flipped them over so he was on top of Sam, still buried balls deep inside him. "You good Sammy? Can you keep going?" the younger Winchester nuzzled Dean's throat. He was so exhausted he could only get half way hard as Dean started to once again move slowly inside him, back and forth with short shallow motions. "You promised me you'd make love to me until the sun came up." And Dean delivered. He took Sam over and over again for hours. Just as the first rays of sun crept into the window Dean had Sam on his knees, thrusting gently into him from behind as Sam gripped the sheets mewling as Dean came inside him with one final deep moan. Dean pulled out of him letting Sam collapse onto the bed in utter exhaustion. He felt his brother lay next to him, pulling him into his arms, covering them with the blankets. They drifted off to sleep wrapped up in each other.

It was late afternoon when Sam woke to an empty bed. He sat up a bit, exhaustion still washing over him looking around the room for Dean. Just as the emptiness started to settle in the bedroom door opened and there he was. Strong broad shoulders covered by a tight tee shirt, strong slender hips clad in straight legged jeans, handsome face with beautiful green eyes and the most stunning smile Sam had ever seen. "Morning Sammy, brought you some orange juice." He walked over to the nightstand placing the glass in his hand on it. As their eyes met he noticed something in Sam's he'd seen before though it had been a long time. It was doubt. "What?" he asked. Sam spoke softly, "De do you ever regret it?" Dean gave a questioning look. "Regret what?" Sam didn't respond. "Making love to you?" the younger man lowered his head. "Yeah…" A pure warmth washed over Dean, his features soft, full of love. "Baby boy that's the one thing I'll never regret doing."

There was a sweet silence in the room for a moment. Sam sat up rising from the bed , placing his naked body in Dean's arms. They shared a single tender kiss before Sam felt a firm smack in his ass cheek. "Come on get dressed and drink your juice. Bobby made pancakes, he really wants to see you." Sam pulled on a pair of boxers and jeans. As he dug through his bag for a shirt Dean tossed one of his own at his chest. Sam held it a questioning look on his face. "Wear it today…for me." As Sam pulled it over his head he recognized the scent instantly. Leather and musky soap. Dean had worn this since the last time it was washed. It cemented his promise that Sam would smell and feel nothing but Dean on him. He picked up the glass of juice with a smile, sipping it as they walked down the stairs together. The smell of bacon, eggs, and maple syrup filled the room. Bobby was standing in front if the stove, flipping the last pancake over as the boys took a seat at the kitchen table. "Morning Bobby. Did you get a good night's sleep?" Sam asked. Dean sighed, "Oh no here we go again." Bobby slide the last flapjack on one of the three plates he had next to the stove, picking them up as he walked over to the table, placing one in front of both brothers then in front of himself. "Kinda hard to sleep listening to you two goin at it all night. Idjits." Sam flushed a deep red which caused Dean to laugh out loud. Sam was still getting comfortable with the idea of Bobby knowing about their extra curricular activities. The younger man cleared his throat. Dean crunched on a mouth full of bacon, a cocky smile on his lips as he chewed. "You boys gonna be getting back out there anytime soon?" Bobby asked, changing the subject.

Dean looked to Sam like a puppy waiting to be thrown a bone. He knew his older brother wouldn't last much longer with out a hunt. "Um…yeah. Why you got a case?" Bobby pushed his fork into his pancakes to cut them. "There's an architect named Sean Boyden in Mississippi who jumped off the roof of the condominium he lived in. He designed it himself. Started acting strange after reporting hearing dogs howling outside his home." Bobby stated before placing the fork in his mouth. "Hm, build a highrise and jump off, that's classy." Dean joked. "So, he called animal control?" Bobby nodded. "Two days earlier. Says it was a wild, vicious black dog." Dean chewed his bacon while he talked, "Sounds like a black shuck." Sam chimed in, "The black shuck is said to be a death omen, they typically haunt graveyards, bodies of water, or crossroads." Bobby nodded, passing printed out pictures of the creatures to the boys. "Man these things are big. Bet they could hump the crap out of your leg. Look at that one, huh?" Dean chuckled as he showed the picture to Sam who gave him a look that said, 'Seriously De.' "What they could." Dean defended as Sam shook his head at him. After breakfast Bobby followed the boys out to the impala, watching as they placed their bags in the trunk. They both walked over to the old man, pulling him is a tight hug. "Hey easy now. You boys be safe. And stay in touch. You both know how to use a damn phone." The boys waved a goodbye as Dean backed the car up, turning around, pulling out if the salvage yard. Bobby watched them until the impala was no longer in sight.