They had stayed at Bobby's for the duration of time it took for Dean's shoulder to heal. Dean's 27th birthday had come and gone. Bobby and Sam taking him out to a nice steak house. He pounded shots of whiskey with Bobby while Sam cut his steak into bite size pieces. Cursing the sling Sam refused to let him out of the house without wearing. "Sam cut it out. It's embarrassing. I can do it myself." Sam laughed, shaking Dean's hand away as he tried to stop him. "Let me do this one thing. And later you can do anything you want." Dean was deep in thought, a sensually wicked smirk settling on his face. "I saw this porno once. Something called kitty play." Bobby slammed his shot glass down on the table. "Ok that's enough of that." He said loudly, cutting Dean off before he could explain it. Sam smiled. "Maybe when you're shoulders better. Ok?" Dean huffed. "Fine but I want ears and a tail. The whole thing." Things were returning to normal. Everything except their sex life.
Dean's shoulder had been effecting his performance. The few times they had sex Dean would lay back while Sam rode him to completion. When Sam would come down from the spell of multiple orgasms, to exhausted to continue so Dean could finish. He'd meet frustrated green eyes. There were times he knew Dean was left unsatisfied because he couldn't go all out. They'd tried doggie style once which seemed to be working. That is until Dean lost himself in pleasure, gripping Sam's hips tightly to force his body to remain still so Dean could ram into him savagely. The action of tensing his muscles sent a wave of agony into the wound, causing him to almost immediately go flaccid. He'd raged, punching a hole in the wall as he screamed, "Goddamn it. That fucking bitch did more damage then the bullet. Digging around like carving a turkey. GODDAMN BUTCHER!" Sam had tried sucking him off to calm him down, bring him back into it. His shoulder throbbed, flames of pain nipping at him. But he just wouldn't get hard again. Dean would assure him that he was happy as long as Sam got off. These were the only times Sam felt sadness. He couldn't take the pain away. The only cure was time.
Sam was fucking beaming with joy. Dean would hold him at night. Wake him with sweet tender kisses in the morning. They would lounge around the living room watching movies. Play cards with Bobby. Eat meals together like a family. It was peaceful. Yet deep in his bones he knew something was still off. The darkness that had grew inside his brother after John passed still lurked beneath the skin. Dean drank to much. He'd lash out at small tasks he couldn't complete without both arms.
One day Dean had tried to put his own shirt on. As he lifted his arm to put it through the opening he screamed in pain. Threw the clothing across the floor and set about launching everything he could pick up, breaking some furniture in the process. Until Bobby burst into the room, smacking him up side the head. "Break some more of my stuff you little shit stain!" He yelled before walking out mumbling, "Idjit." Sam fell to his knees in front of him, allowing him to take his anger out on him. Dean fucking his face like a thing that needed to be punished.
Bobby sat in his recliner, reading a book. The boys lay sprawled out on the couch together, a mess of tangled limbs. Sam had covered them with a blanket as he lay down sprawled out on top of Dean. His head resting on his big brother's chest, listening to his heart beat. Dean's fingers running through his hair. The 1967 movie 'Bonnie and Clyde' play on the TV as they kissed. Their tongues exploring each other. Lips pressing together then parting with soft wet smacking sounds. "You two got a room to do that shit in. Can't an old man read in his own living room with out listening to the two of you swapping spit?" Bobby said behind his book so they couldn't see his smile. "Sorry Bobby." They said in perfect unison. In the movie Clyde Barrow lay the beautiful Bonnie Parker down on a picnic blanket, kissing her passionately. "I'll be Clyde, you be Bonnie." Dean whispered in Sam's ear. "Lets rob banks, have shoot outs with the cops, fight and fuck, until we die." Sam held back a moan as Dean palmed his cotton clad cock underneath the blanket. "Or we could just go up stairs and I could fuck your brains out." He pressed his palm hard against Sam's growing length. "Hmm? Would you like that Sammy? Make you writhe beneath me?" He let out a quiet lustful laugh at the feeling of Sam, squirming against him.
"Damn it Dean I can hear you! You're a goddamned sex addict. Shut up and watch the movie or you two go to your room!" Bobby snapped at them. Dean laughed out loud. Throwing the blanket off them. He slapped Sam's ass. "You heard the man." Sam jumped up from the couch with a yelp. "Sorry Bobby." He rushed past, trying to keep Bobby from seeing how badly he was tenting his Stanford University sweats. Dean laughed out loud wickedly as Bobby turned the TV off, switching on the radio beside him turning the volume up to max. Zeppelin's 'Ramble on' blaring out of the speakers. Sam took the stairs two at a time at full speed. Dean slowly walking behind him, hands in his jeans pockets. Stalking his prey as he sang, twisting this lyrics. "Ramble on, And now's the time, the time is now. To sing my song. I'm goin round the world, gotta fuck my boy! On my way, I've been this way ten years to the day."
He paused before the top step, Sam was watching him. His lanky tall body pressed up against the bedroom door. Dean eyed him like a hungry predator. He pounced on the top step, hands coming out of his pockets, lifting up above his head to stretch. Showing off to Sam just how good his shoulder was feeling. Sam gasped in desperate anticipation. Dean chuckled. "Oh sweet Sammy I'm gonna fucking destroy you tonight." He cracked his neck before resuming the hunt, closing the distance between them. He placed one palm flat against the door beside Sam's head. The other gently caressing Sam's cheek. "Mmm baby boy gonna wreck that pretty little hole." Sam's lips parted in a gasp. Dean slid two fingers past, thrusting them in and out as Sam wrapped his lips around them. A moan escaping his throat.
Dean shivered at the warm wetness. His hand slid down the door, down Sam's side. Gripping his ass tightly before lifting him up off the ground. Sam wrapped his legs around Dean's powerful hips. The fingers in Sam's mouth worked him with skillful torture. Pressing against his tongue to slid to the back, slowly, sensually. "First I'm gonna eat you out. Make you sit on my face while I jerk you off til you cum. Make you suck me off while I tongue your fuck hole open. Then once you're hard again I'm gonna suck you off while I finger fuck you. Til you cum again. And that's just the beginning." Sam groaned a needy cry as Dean pulled his fingers out of his mouth with a wet pop. "And there ain't gonna be no begging me to stop, or finish. None of the 'No Dean it's to much, stop, I can't take it anymore'. Or else we start all over from the beginning. You understand me?"
Sam nodded a yes. "I can't hear you Winchester?" Dean commanded. Dark emeralds boring down into dewy hazel. "Yes. I under-." Dean cut him off, crashing their lips together. Biting Sam's bottom lip. "Yes what?" he demanded. "Yes sir?" Sam asked unsure. "Good boy. Time to give you your bone." Dean's hand turned the knob. He carried Sam inside, slamming the door shut with his foot. He gently sat Sam down at the foot of the bed. "Pull my cock out Sammy." Sam's fingers unhooked the belt only to fumble with the jeans button. "Now Winchester!" Dean barked. Sam snapped the button free, pulling the zipper down in haste. He reached into Dean's boxer briefs, pulling the massive organ inside free. Dean fisted it in his hand, stroking it slowly. "Now strip." Sam pulled his tee shirt off, dropping it to the floor. He slipped his sweat pants and boxers down in one swift motion. Stepping out of them, kicking them aside. "Very good. Now take care of me." Dean lifted his arms so Sam could free him of his shirt. Once his chest was bare he returned to slowly stroking himself. He shoved the younger man to his knees. Sam pulled his brother's pants and underwear down as Dean stepped out of them. Placing a hand under Sam's chin Dean smiled at him. "That's my baby boy." He moved to lay down on the bed. He beckoned his lover over with a finger. "Now, get the lube and come sit on big brother's face." Sam padded across the floor stark naked to fish the bottle out of Dean's duffle bag. He placed it on the bed within Dean's reach. Moving so that he was straddling those broad shoulders. Dean gripped his thighs, jerking him back pulling him completely over his face. He tightly gripped Sam's ass cheeks, spreading them with his fingertips, exposing Sam's pink little hole.
He licked a single strip over it. Sam gasped, shivering from the sensation. Dean lapped at it like it was his last meal. He pushed his tongue against it, pulling it open just a little with his finger tips. He tortured Sam for what seemed like an eternity. Working the resisting muscle open. He reached around fisting his palm around Sam's erection, pumping it slow and steady just as his tongue darted inside Sam. Lapping at the first ring of inner muscle. Sam moaned loudly leaning forward, doubling over. Dean smacked his ass cheek firmly as he thumbed the slit of Sam's cock, playing with a pearl of precum. He wrapped his free hand around Sam's stomach, forcing him back upright. "I didn't say you could bend over. Straighten up Winchester." Dean stated before he resumed his oral assault. Stabbing his tongue inside Sam's entrance. Twirling it around inside as deep as he could. His hand pumping Sam vigorously.
The younger man began to moan wantonly, succumbing to the pressure of his approaching orgasm. "Spread your ass open for me baby boy." Sam placed his hands on either side of his cheeks, pulling them apart. It was evil. Dean now had a free hand, which he quickly put to work playing with Sam's balls. Rolling them back and forth with gentle squeezes in between rapid pumps of Sam's weeping dick. All the while still fucking him with his mouth. Sam came hard, moaning like a wild thing. His seed spilling onto Dean's stomach. Dean groaned, pushing Sam forward onto all fours. "Feel good Sammy?" Sam only whimpered in response. "Good. Now I believe you have a cock to suck." Sam obeyed. Taking Dean to the root. Bobbing his head up and down while Dean squeezed lube out onto his fingers. He swirled the tip of his index finger around Sam's entrance, slicking it up before slipping it in. He buried it deep. Pushing to the last knuckle. Pressing it against Sam's prostate. Sam jerked with a yelp of pleasure. "Damn baby boy. I'm finally starting to get you opened up good. You can take a whole finger like it's nothing again. Two years away from me ruined all my work before. But now my sweet Sammy…now your little fuck hole is almost stretched just right. Let's see if you can take two with out having to stretch it first." He pressed the second finger in. It glided in with no issue, joining the first. Dean scissored them, massaging Sam's prostrate. He shifted Sam up at a higher angle, deep throating Sam's cock. He pressed a third finger in. This one resisting. He worked it slowly, stretching pushing his finger in and out until it reached its goal.
Sam mewled helplessly, the sound vibrating on Dean inside his mouth. Dean groaned deep in his throat. Cumming hard in Sam's mouth. Feeling it fill Sam's cheeks before he swallowed it down, resuming his sucking. Dean fucked Sam with his fingers. Pushing them in and out with long steady strokes. While his tongue worked the underside of the cock in his mouth. Sam released Dean's erection, panting yet crying out at the same time. Falling apart above Dean. He fisted the sheets helplessly. Cumming down Dean's throat. Once he had swallowed every last drop he pulled Sam out of his mouth. Sam's knees gave out. He collapsed on top of Dean. "Fuck yeah Sammy. Now let's see how long it takes you to cum again from just my fingers in your ass." Sam glanced over his shoulder at him, want in his eyes. "Want you to fuck me." He panted, out of breath. Dean pressed his fingers in deep, wiggling them around. "What? Didn't hear you?" Sam begged. "Please De. Need your cock inside me. Need your cum inside." The older man seemed to be considering it. "You want big brother's cock up here instead." He thrust his fingers in deep, causing Sam to whimper. "Please De."
Dean's eyes were mischievous as they watched his lover coming unglued. "Tell me what you want baby boy. How you want it." Sam pleaded with him. "Want you to fuck me Dean. Hard. Don't hold back." Dean pulled his fingers out. He rolled Sam off of him, kneeling , facing the head of the bed, pouring lube into his hand, slicking himself up with it. He scooped Sam up into his arms. "Wrap your legs around my waist." Sam obeyed. Dean shoved him against the headboard for support with a thud. He lifted Sam up at an angle where he could reach his entrance, sliding in to the hilt in one swift stroke. They moaned in unison, the sound bouncing off the walls like an echo. After giving Sam a minute to adjust to the sensation of being filled he began to move. Soft and slow at first, testing the angle for assurance that he wouldn't hurt Sam. Gradually thrusting harder and harder, keeping the same slow rhythm until he was slamming into Sam. The pop of skin smacking against skin mixed with Sam's moans filling the air around them. Sam clung to his back. Unable to do anything but hold on as Dean slipped his three wet fingers into his mouth. "Suck them clean Sammy. Wanna hear how good your ass tastes."
Sam lapped at them, releasing them only once the taste of lube meshed with himself was gone. "Tastes good." Dean groaned. "Yeah you fucking love it don't you." Sam tilted his head back. "Yes sir. Fucking love it." Dean smirked. "Maybe I should have you suck my cock clean when I finish fucking you." Sam mewled. "Yes sir. Please." It was to hot. Dean thrust into Sam like a man possessed. Pounding into him savagely. Sam pawed at his back, digging his nails into the flesh as he came all over their stomachs. Some of it landing on Dean's chin. He whimpered, shuttering against Dean who was drilling into him. Coming down, he opened his ecstasy glazed eyes. Lapping the cum up off Dean's chin, pushing his tongue into Dean's mouth letting him taste. Dean shook, grunting as he came deep inside Sam.
They panted, foreheads pressed together. Covered in each other's sweat and Sam's cum. Dean rolled back off his knees. Resting on his back, still inside Sam. The movement pushing him impossibly deeper inside, causing both to moan. Sam's head fell back as he pant, chest rising and falling from over exertion. Dean positioned Sam's legs to support his weight on his knees, pressing his palm against Sam's lower stomach. He pushed back with his hand. Moving Sam backwards until they formed an almost over done obtuse angle, his palm feeling around for something. Once he found what he was looking for he grinned wickedly. He glanced up to see Sam's head tilted back. "Sam? Hey Sammy look at me." Sam lolled his head forward in exhaustion, making eye contact. "Sammy can you hold this position? I'm going to hold your hips to help support you." Dean trust up into him hard, testing it. Sam nodded a yes. "Good, now look at my hand." Sam's eyes drifted down to his lower stomach as Dean's hand slid away, smearing cum in its wake, gripping his hips tight, holding him firmly in place.
There, just under his navel, was the imprint of Dean's cock bulging up under the skin. Sam's eyes grew wide. "I told you baby boy. I'm gonna fuck you in ways you've never been fucked before." Dean lifted Sam up, moving him in circular motions as he brought him back down. Sam watched as the bulge would sink down as he was lifted up, almost disappearing then drag it's way up under the skin as he was impaled back down onto it. Dean moved slowly at first. The two of them watching his dick move inside Sam, feeling it at the same time. Over and over again. "Touch it." Dean commanded. Sam placed his hand over the bump as Dean started to fuck him down harder, faster onto it. "Oh god!" Sam cried out. He could feel Dean everywhere. Inside him, outside him. Deep in his gut. The head of Dean's dick just under the skin, pushing into his palm was an earth shattering feeling. His head falling back, mouth hanging open. His own erection bouncing up and down hitting the hand against his stomach. It was to much, he fell back onto his hands as he neared orgasm. Both of them yelling out, as the further back bend only made the bulge more visible. Dean moaned at the sight. He could see the shape of the head now, along with half the shaft. Sam came, cum spilling out onto both of them. He impaled Sam down onto him holding him there. Watching his own cock twitching inside Sam's belly as he came in response, crying out an arcane guttural noise.
Sam rolled forward into a resting position. Dean was absolutely covered in his cum. It pooled on his abdomen, spider webbed across his chest up to his throat. Stopping just under his chiseled jawline. His eyes a deep sea of shimmering green. Sam shuddered at the sight, staring in awe. "God you're so fucking hot." He huffed out. His voice hoarse, breathy. Dean scooped him up, laying him onto his back. Thrusting lazily in and out of him. "Not as hot as you." Sam was completely unhinged. Beyond exhausted as Dean wrapped Sam's legs around him. There was no end in sight. Dean had cum so much it leaked out of Sam, squishing loudly as he thrust. Yet he was still rock hard. "Fucking power top." Sam complained. Dean laughed as he picked up the pace. "Is that complaining I'm hearing? Do you want me to start all over again." Sam kissed him roughly. "Fuck me til that glorious cock of yours goes soft inside me. Then fuck me some more." Dean aimed to please. He took Sam again, fucking into him like it was his lifeline. Until Sam came again. Cum pouring off of them onto the sheets. Flipping Sam over onto his knees, fucking him once more from behind. Until Sam was so exhausted he couldn't get hard again. A whimpering mess under his grip. He pulled out, gripping the base of his cock. "Come here, hurry." Sam spun around. Dean shoved his cock past his lips, cumming inside his mouth. Gently thrusting into his mouth until he grew soft. Moaning, shivering from the after shocks.
Dean had to use two towels to clean the cum off them. He laid down on the bed pulling Sam close, kissing him so tenderly. Wrapping him in his arms. "I love you Sam." Sam yawned loudly. "Love you too jerk." Dean pulled the covers over them. "Bitch."
Bobby sat up in his recliner as the morning sun peeked in through the windows. He hadn't dared to go upstairs to bed. He rose stretching with a yawn. It was quiet…very quiet. The clock on the DVD player read 7:15 am. The boys must still be asleep. The sound of Sam wailing out desperate moans from up stairs came flooding down into the room. Followed by the loud thump of a headboard banging repeatedly into the wall. "Balls!" He walked into the kitchen pouring himself a cup of coffee from his auto perk coffee pot. "Jesus Sammy! Fuck yeah take it! Take it all!" Bobby cringed. "No Dean! Not your fingers too! No pull em out to much! UHHGNNAHH!" Bobby poured a few shots of whiskey in the cup. "Fuck no! They're stayin in! Wanna feel my cock slid against em while I fuck the shit outta you. Think there's room for three? We gonna find out anyways. FUCK! So fuckin tight! Goddamn fucking hell yeah Sammy take that big fat cock! TAKE IT ALL! MMM, fuck yeah, you're cumming everywhere! Ha! Bobby's gonna be pissed." The banging noise growing louder as Dean let out a loud, "WOO!". Bobby sighed. "Fuck my life." He poured half the coffee out, topping the cup back off with more whiskey. "Lets see if you can take me and this pretty pink dildo of yours. Its not as big as me. I think it'll fit." Sam screamed. "No take it out! Pull it out! Ugh De so full! God Dean fuck me harder!" Bobby grabbed the bottle, taking it with him as he stepped away from the counter. "Fuck yeah Sammy you take both these cocks!" He walked out onto the front porch, sipping his coffee. "Fucking depraved little bastards." God knows he loved his boys. But if they didn't leave soon he'd start praying he'd go deaf.
Bobby placed his newspaper down on the table next to him, checking his watch. It was just past noon. The Winchester's stepped out the front door. Sam dressed in comfy sweat pants, an old tee-shirt, and fuzzy house slippers. Dean ready for the day in jeans and a V neck tee with his boots on. Their hair wet from a shower, coffee cups in hand. Sam limped over to the chair on the opposite side of the table beside Bobby. Dean following close behind, his hand against Sam's back to catch him if his legs gave out. Dean tossed a pillow on the seat, helping Sam ease down into it. Sam blushed, glancing over at Bobby. "Morning." He said shyly, sipping his coffee. "Dean…you're gonna hurt that poor boy some day." Bobby huffed out. "What? I bathed him, dressed him, and carried him down the stairs… he's the one that wanted to walk once we got into the kitchen. I know what the hell aftercare is ok." Dean defended.
"Its ok Bobby. I'm good, really." Sam smiled sweetly at the old man. Bobby sighed. Dean smirked. "How's the shoulder son? Good as new?" Dean flexed his arm, drinking his coffee. "Good. You got some fire wood to chop for me boy." Dean looked over at his little brother. "You good baby boy? Need anything?" Sam shook his head no. Placing his coffee cup down on the table Dean bound over the porch rail. Making his way over to pull the axe from the chopping block. Bobby resumed reading his paper. Sam watching his brother bringing the blade down, splitting the logs in two. "Its good to see him like this again. And to see you two happy again." Bobby stated, turning a page of his paper. "He's not ok. Somethings wrong. Besides Dad. He won't tell me what it is." Bobby eyed Dean over his paper. "What do we know about it?"
"A while back we had a run in with a demon named Danni. She knew Dean. She said that yellow eyes feed me his blood the night mom died. That there were other kids too. Said that he would take all of us away, make us all kill each other, until only one of us was left. That Azazel wants me to free the devil and lead his army. And that when the time came Dean would know what to do. That he already found a way to do what he needed to do." They watched Dean, bringing the axe down. "He knows something he's not telling us. He knows more about what she said than you do that's for sure." Sam nodded in agreement. "She said that some demons can see the future. Awhile back he snuck out while I was asleep to exorcise a Crossroads Demon. It showed him something. Somehow. Something that scared him. I know it." Bobby pulled a flask out of his chest pocket, taking a swig, passing it to Sam. Sam poured some into his coffee. "You gotta break him Sam. You're the only one that can get it out of him." Sam passed the flask back, taking a large gulp from his cup. "He's different now that dad…He'll never tell me Bobby. He'll be itching for a hunt soon. And he'll take it out on whatever creature he can. There's a darkness in him. And it's dangerous." Dean's jaw clinched taut as he swung the axe down a little harder than necessary. "He loves me Bobby. He truly does. But I'm not enough anymore. He's harder to keep satisfied. There's only so much my body can take. He understands that. But when I need time off from distracting him...he needs to hurt the things he hunts. Make them feel what he feels. Needs to let the violence out…needs to kill."
Dean stood up straight, wiping sweat from his brow. He stuck the axe back into the chopping block. He looked up at Sam, eyes so full of love. "SAM!" He bolted towards the front porch. Diving to his knees in front of his brother, catching him just as Sam fell forward out of the chair, gripping his head in pain. Bobby rose in haste. "No! It's a vision, don't touch him. Sometimes he seizes." He knuckled his belt with expert skill, pulling it free from the belt loops in one swift motion. He folded in half with his free hand and teeth. Slipping it between Sam's lips holding it in place just as Sam started to spasm. "Come on Sammy, ride it out. You've taken worse than this." For the first time Bobby noticed just how badly the belt was littered with teeth marks. "How often does this happen?" he asked. "Often…" Dean's eyes never left Sam's face as he laid him on the ground. Staying by his side until it was over.
A beautiful elegant woman with dark hair and glowing red eyes stood before Dean in the center of the Mississippi crossroads. "What do ya say Dean?" she purred at him. He stepped forward, closing the space between them, clutching her harshly by the shoulders, crashing his lips against hers. As if there wasn't a single second of consideration about what he was doing. She placed her hands on either side of his face. Causing him to inhale sharply, face contorted in disgust. He shoved her away, wiping his lips with the back of his hand. Hating it, the feel of her, the smell of her. Her eyes gleamed in the moonlight as she laughed. "Better hurry back to that brother of yours Dean. I'll be seeing you…soon."
"Dean…" It came out weak. Dean scooped him up into his arms, brushing his hair out of his eyes. He held his little brother against him. Until the shaking stopped. Until his breathing grew steady. "What'd you see?" Dean asked hesitantly. "Crossroads Demon…making a deal." Dean's jaw tensed in silent anger. He picked Sam up, softly setting him back down in the chair. "With who?" Sam's eyes locked with his. Hesitating. "It…was you."