Soft moans slipped from panting mouths inside a dimly lit motel room. Sam rocked his hips to-and-fro on top of Dean. Hands splayed out on his brother's chest. Milking him for all he was worth until he could feel the cock inside him begin to soften. Until the vice like grip from hands on his hips released their hold to slide up his back. Sending electric signals of pleasurable comfort to the brain. He lifted himself up, letting the flaccid organ slip out of him to fall against Dean's stomach with a wet plop. He collapsed on top of Dean, utterly exhausted. The pendant of his brother's necklace digging into his flesh as he traced the lines of the new tattoo on Dean's chest. "You're healing well. It hasn't scabbed at all." He spoke softly as strong arms wrapped around him, holding him close.
Two weeks had passed since that night in the cemetery. Considering hundreds of demons had escaped through the gate things had been quiet. They'd had zero cases. Which pleased Sam completely. He had one year left to love Dean. He wasn't going to waste a single moment. That is unless he could find a way to save him. The first move had been getting the anti-possession symbol tattooed on both of them. A matching set. No more playing puppet to demons. Dean's first request on his bucket list had been to hold up somewhere and start a week long sex marathon. Demanding Sam be naked the entire time. Ready and willing at any moment. They'd had so much sex Dean's usual performance was down. Cumming once and going soft. Breaking for a few hours until one of them would rise to the occasion again. Plain vanilla flavor he'd call it. The older Winchester refused to allow any talk about finding a way to void the contract, the passing of time, zero mentions of hellhounds. But above all absolutely no comments about his sadistic behavior that had been exhibited when he killed Jake Tally. He'd claim he'd done nothing wrong. That killing a monster didn't need to be justified. Yet something had changed inside him for the better. Easing Sam's worry. He held Sam more often. Touched every square inch of skin on his body as if he'd never feel it again. Every time he looked at Sam's face was as if he were seeing it for the first time. Eyes bright. As if glowing with innocence.
Dean's tongue lapped up sweat from Sam's neck, trailing up to his ear. Kissing him tenderly as his phone vibrated on the nightstand. Reaching his arm out, hand knocking over a bottle of lube, an empty glass, his keys falling to the floor before he found it. Pressing it to his ear as his tongue swiped a strip under Sam's chin. "This is Dean." His voice deep, full of bass. A dark and husky sound. Sam leaned over the bed to grab a towel from the floor. Cleaning his cum off their stomachs as he listened to "Mmhm." Followed by "Yeah." And lastly, "Got it." The phone dropping to the floor forgotten as Sam was pulled back down and covers were pulled up over them. "Well Bobby has a case for us. Ellen's still staying with him. Sounds like love is in the air." Sam smiled at the idea of their surrogate father finding love again. He leaned over, turning the bedside lamp off, snuggling into the crook of Dean's shoulder. A hand ghosting under his chin, gently tilting his head up. Soft lips brushing against his own as quiet smacking sounds filled the air. Until they drifted off to sleep.
Bobby had said a girl was found dead in her shower. Cause of death was drowning. Impossible. Which meant it was right up their alley. Currently they stood dressed in suits before an older woman holding a picture of her niece. "I don't understand I already went over all this with the other detectives." She said. Dean smiled. "Yes, right. But see we're with the sheriff's department. Different departments." Sam nodded in agreement. "So Mrs. Case-." She interrupted him. "Please, Ms. Case." She eyed him hungrily. Sam's face had 'Eww!' written all over it. Dean's expression was surprised. "Ok…um, Ms. Case…um, you were the one that found your niece correct?" She nodded. "I came home. She was in the shower." Dean's bass boomed, distracting her prolonged gaze from his brother. "Drowned?" She scoffed. "So the coroner says. Now you tell me how someone can drown in the shower?" They gave her sympathetic looks. "Now how would you describe Sheila's behavior in the days before her death? I mean did she seem frightened, maybe she said something strange?" Sam asked. She eyed them curiously. "Wait a minute… you're working with Alex aren't you?" Dean laid on all the charm. Boyishly smiling. "Yep. Absolutely." He chuckled. "Alex and us. We're like this." He held two fingers up, crossing them. "Well why didn't you say so? Alex has been such a comfort." She moved to sit down on the couch. "But I thought the case was solved?" They looked at her sternly, all business. "We'll um, no. Not yet. Anyways we were talking about your niece." Sam persuaded her. "We'll yes, Sheila said she saw something strange before she died. Said she saw a boat. Said one minute it was there, then it was gone. That it disappeared right before her eyes. Do you think it could be a ghost ship?" The boys glanced at each other. "Alex thinks it could be a ghost ship." Sam nodded. "Could be." She was eyeing him again. She raised a hand to his which were folded together at his waist line. "You let me know if there is anything else I can do for you." Stroking his index finger in a way that remotely suggested a hand job. All humor left Dean's face as he looked from her to his brother. Sam's hands snapped down to his sides. Face contorting in discomfort. "Any thing at all." She said. Winking at him. He forced an awkward smile. As Dean cleared his throat.
They were walking down the street outside her estate. Expensive yachts docked behind them. Seagulls chirping. A light ocean breeze blowing. "What a crazy old broad." Dean laughed. "Why because she believes in ghosts?" Sam asked. "Look at you sticking up for your girlfriend. You cougar hound." Dean jeered at him. "Bite me." Sam felt a hand grip his arm, halting his stride as warm soft lips pressed against his ear. "Oh I'll bite , and lick, and suck, and fuck the shit out of you." Sam shivered, pushing Dean off him. Regaining his stride as deep laughter sounded behind him. "So, who's this Alex? We got another player in town?" Sam shrugged. "Maybe, maybe not. Doesn't change our job." Dean let his shoulder brush against Sam's as they walked. "Looked like a ghost ship right?" Sam smiled. These days they could hardly go a second with out some form of contact. "Yeah, not the first one sighted either. Every 37 years like clock work. Reports of a vanishing three-mast clipper ship out in the bay. And with it comes a rash of dry-land drownings." Dean's face was all business as his hand found Sam's, lacing their fingers together. They ignored the homophobic stares of people around them. "So whatever it is it's just getting started. What's the lore?" he asked. "We'll there's apparitions of old wrecks sighted all over the world. The S.S. Violet, the flying Dutchman. Almost all of them are death omens." They ignored the judgmental way a woman distracted her little boy from seeing their public display of affection. "So what you see it then a few hours later pucker up and kiss your ass goodbye?" Dean said. "Pretty much. Next step we gotta I.D. the boat." Sam replied. "Shouldn't be too hard. I mean how many three-mast clippers have wrecked off the coast." Sam smirked. "I checked that too, actually. Over 150." The following exchange was Wow! Yeah. Crap! Mm-hmm. They walked up the stairs from the boardwalk to the meter where baby was parked. Where she should have been parked. She was gone.
Dean looked around. "This is where we parked the car right?" Sam was just as confused. "I thought so." Dean began to fidget. "Where's my car?" his breathing growing erratic as he looked around in slight panic. "Yes I fed the meter!" He barked as Sam asked him if he had. "Sam where's my car?" He was yelling. "Somebody stole my car!" Sam reached out a hand as Dean paced around him. "Hey hey, calm down." Dean was practically screaming, full blown panic. "I am calm! SOMEBODY STOLE MY CA-!" He was bent over holding his knees, hyperventilating. Sam rushed to his side, standing him upright, rubbing his back. A woman's voice was heard. "The '67 impala? Was that yours?" she said. Sam eyed her. "Who the fuck are you?" He asked. "I had that car towed." Dean looked like he would snap. "Why?" She smiled. "It was in a tow away zone." Dean sounded like a child protesting. "No it wasn't!" She giggled. "We'll it was when I finished with it." Dean pawed at Sam's chest helplessly. "You're Alex. You're working with that old lady." Sam stared at her, still rubbing Dean's back. "Its Bela. And Gert's a dear old friend." She replied. "Yeah well what's your angle? You a hunter?" Dean asked. "There's no angle. I collect things. I sell things. Simple. There's lots of lonely old women like Gert down the eastern coast." She explained. "So you're a con artist. How do you sleep at night?" Sam asked. "In silk sheets, rolling naked in money." She gave a slight curtsy like bow. "Really Sam? I'd expect the attitude from him, but you?" both Winchester's looked stunned. "How the fuck do you know who we are?" Dean said, moving to advance on her. Sam held him back. "In my line of business you hear story's of the Winchester brothers. Although I must say as I've followed you…there's a few bits that have been left out." They grew stiff. She'd seen them holding hands. She knew they were brothers. Fuck. "Thanks for telling the old bag the case isn't solved by the way. She's stopped payment and is demanding real answers. Stay out of my way before you cause me more trouble. I'd get to that car if I were you. Before they find the arsenal in the trunk. Ciao." She waved over her shoulder as she walked away from them. "Can I shoot her?" Dean asked. "Not in public." Sam replied.
The night hadn't gone well for them. Another man had died. They interviewed his brother Peter, to find that he too had seen the ship. They'd staked out his estate that night but failed to save him. The next morning they lounge around researching in an abandoned house they broke into. Old dirty furniture inside but at least the lights and water worked. Even if the water heater seemed to be on the frits. A knock sounded at the front door. Dean approached hesitantly. Opening the door of the peep-hole to find Bela on the other side. He sighed as he unlocked the dead bolt, opening it for her to stride in past him. "My god. Are you actually squatting?" she eyed the place judgingly. "How'd things go last night with Peter? Too busy making kissy faces to save the day Samuel?" Sam's face was angry. Dean stood behind her. She took in the aggressive body language feeding off him. "Keep talking to my brother like that, I swear to god I'll start swinging." His threat was ominous. Sam watched him. There it was. Darkness peeking out from emerald eyes. "Look. I think the three of us should have a heart to heart." Dean stepped past her, sitting next to Sam. Placing his colt on the table next to him. In plain sight. "Dean, please. I'm sorry about what I said before. I come bearing gifts." Her British accent worked his nerves. "Such as?" Sam asked sarcastically.
She unzipped her clutch case, pulling a stack of papers clipped together from inside. "I've I.D.'d the ship. It's the Espisito Santo. A merchant vessel. In 1859 a sailor was accused of treason. He was tried aboard the ship and hanged at 37 years of age." Sam looked at Dean as he spoke. "Which would explain the 37 year cycle." She flipped through the papers. "Here's a photo of him." She handed it to Sam. "Isn't that the customer we saw last night?" Dean said. "You saw him?" He wouldn't look at her either. "Yeah except he was missing a hand." She smiled. "The sailor was cremated but not before they cut off his right hand to make a hand of glory." She stated. Dean chuckled. "A hand of glory? Think I got one of those the other night." Sam gave him a stern look. "Dean the right hand of a hanged man is a serious occult object. It's powerful." Bela brushed her brown hair behind her ear. "So they say." Dean chimed in. "We'll that's remains. We gotta find it." Sam nodded in agreement. "But still none of this explains why he's choosing his victims." Bela scoffed. "Who cares. Find the hand, burn it, and stop the bloody thing." Dean eyed her. "I don't understand why are you telling us all this?" She smiled. "Because I know where the hand is. It's at the Sea Pines Museum. But I need your help."
A few hours later Bela stood down stairs in the abandoned house dressed in an exquisite black number. A beautiful diamond necklace that must have cost a fortune, and heels so stunninly pointed they had to be torture devices for the feet. "What's taking so long? Sam's already half way there." She called out to Dean pausing for a moment. "With his date." His voice boomed from upstairs. "I'm so not ok with this!" She rolled her eyes. "Don't be jealous Deano. Men don't like it when ladies are clingy. Come down already." As he descended the stair case her expression changed from aggravated to stunned. Dean Winchester was dressed to the nines in a tux she'd rented him that was more expensive then he could ever dream of. Pocket square, diamond cuff links, black leather shoes, bow tie. The works. His hair styled perfectly in place with a bit of pomade. His five o-clock shadow gone. He was devilishly handsome. "All right get it out. I look ridiculous." He spoke the words as if he truly believed them. Her gaze stayed on him a bit to long. "Not exactly the word I'd use." She said, the tip of her tongue darting out just slightly to sensually lick her perfectly painted red lips. "You know when this is over we should have really angry sex." He gave her a puzzled then stunned look. "Eww." He said. She smiled devilishly. Her eyes taking in the obvious bulge of his soft cock hanging to the left of his pants. "Aww come on, I'm sure your brother wouldn't mind sharing that monster you're packing there stud." He blushed, shifting on his feet. Placing his hands in his pockets to try hiding it. "Don't objectify me…Let's go." He rushed past her. Feeling embarrassed knowing she was watching his ass as he walked out the door.
They walked into the party at the museum together. Bela's arm linked with Dean's, who's hands were in his pockets. They stepped into the ballroom surrounded by uppity rich people. The kind that constantly held their noses in the air. Bela's eyes on Dean. Emerald eyes searching the room for his brother. Sam stood next to Gertrude Case. Stiff as a board as she wrapped her veiny arms around his. "This'll get their tongues wagging, eh my Adonis?" she said to him. Her face just a little to close to his ear. He sighed. "Just remember, we're here on business." He reminded her. She grinned at him. "Ooo, but sometimes business can be pleasure." She stroked a hand down his chest as he shivered in discomfort. He gave an awkward boyish laugh. He spotted Dean across the room as her hand stroked across his back. The older Winchester was at the bar with Bela. Sipping a bourbon on the rocks. The brown haired beauty standing to close. Eyeing him like a perfectly cooked steak. "You know I'm...could you excuse me for a moment?" He said with a nervous chuckle. He practically had to pry his arm away from her gasp. He crossed the ballroom. The bitter sting of jealousy coursing through him at the toothy grin Dean gave as Bela stroked his arm. Ever the charmer Dean was. His jaw twitching at how his older brother didn't even notice him until he was right next to him. "Exactly how long do you expect me to entertain that pervy old bag? She's handsy as fuck." Bela smirked at him. Sipping her champagne. "As long as it takes." The rumble of Dean's deep bass drawing his angry expression into a soft gaze. "Look, there's security everywhere. All right? Without Gert's invitation we wouldn't even be here. So…" Sam snapped at him. Practically green with envy. Fueled by jealousy. "We can crash anything Dean." The older man gave him a stern look. "Yeah I know but this is easier baby boy."
"You know there are limits to what I'll do right?" Sam said. "Aw, he's playin hard to get. That's cute." Dean said with a small laugh. This was a bad time for his usual jeers at Sam. "Ok, you remember you said that." Sam leaned in whispering into his brother's ear so only he could hear. "I'll show you just how hard to get I can be. You asked for this." All playfulness erased from Dean's face as Bela pulled him away. Leaving Sam behind with the old woman closing in on him. Once in the hall way outside the ballroom they placed their drinks down observing the guards. "Private security?" she asked him in a hushed voice. "I don't think so. Look at the way they're standing. They're pros." He replied. "How do you suggest we get upstairs?" She asked. "I'm thinking." He stated, watching the gaurds. "Don't strain yourself. Interesting how the legend is so much more than the man. It's a good thing you're hung like a horse with a pretty face because there isn't much else going for you." The look he gave her was murderous. "I've had no complaints. You got any bright ideas I'm all ears...Bitch." He said. The corner of her mouth rose into a half smirk. She gasped dramatically, letting her body fall, as if fainting. He caught her, playing along. "Honey? Honey are you alright?" he looked around. Feigning distress. A security guard approaching them to ask what the problem was. "My wife. She's a lightweight. A little to much champagne. Is there somewhere I can lay her down?" The man hesitated a moment. "Follow me." Dean smiled as he scooped her up, following the man upstairs. He led them to what seemed like an office with a couch. He thanked the man. Closing the door behind him. "Maybe you wanna let me in on the plan next time?" He scolded her as she sat up. "I didn't want you thinking. You're not good at it." She said. He was speechless. Memories of John yelling, slamming his fist down into his face. 'Dumbass! Why can't you be smarter like your brother?' Her eyes ran down his body. "I'm sure what you lack in brains you make up for in…other ways." He flipped her off. "Room 235. It's in a glass case wired with an alarm. I'm sure that won't be a problem." He mocked her as he walked out the door.
Sam was dancing with Gertrude. Trying to ignore the hungry way she looked at him. "Where's Alex and your friend?" she asked him. "I'm uh, sure they're entertaining themselves." His voice was shaking. "Well I guess we'll just have to entertain ourselves then." She grabbed a handful of his ass. Squeezing the plump flesh of his cheeks. A sting from healing bruises from Dean's fingertips and bite marks making him yelp like a puppy that just got kicked. "Um… Ms. Case I don't want to give you the wrong idea." She almost purred. Laying her head against his chest. "You remind me of my late husband. He was shy too. Until we got below deck." A hand ran down his stomach as she spoke. She grabbed him. A handful of soft cock. "WHOA!" He yelled out. That was it. He pushed her off gently. Running out of the room. In the hallway he pleaded with the guard. "Come on man. The bathroom line is a mile long. Can I just use one upstairs. I'll come right back down." The guy sighed. Tipping his head to signal it was ok to pass. He bound up the stairs before the old bag could see where he had taken off too. As he rounded the top of the stairs he ran smack into Dean.
"Damn Sammy where's the fire?" Sam fisted Dean's tux jacket. "Dude she grabbed my dick." Dean pulled his gun from behind his waist. "Hell no! That's it I'ma kill her." Sam fumbled, pulling the colt from his brother's hands. "Dude no." He reached around, tucking it back into the waist band of Dean's pants. Dean pressed into him, causing him to whimper. He fisted Dean's tux jacket, pushing back slightly. Over sensitive from all the unwanted groping he'd dealt with to realize it was his brother doing the touching this time. "Aw no baby boy. Don't pull away. That old bag got you feeling all dirty?" He pulled Sam's body flush with his. "I can make it better for you. Send you back to her stinking of sweaty sex." Sam was resisting, pushing at Deans shoulders. Whining as Dean ground their hips together. "Come on Sammy your not still mad at me are you? Let big brother make you feel good. Promise I wont stop til every inch of you smells like me." Sam smiled against his throat. "Yeah, maybe if she smells you all over me she'll back off." The older Winchester nipped his ear. "Thought you were playing hard to get?" Sam moaned. "Oh I still can. I can march right back down there, leaving you with blue balls." Dean pulled his chin up to lock eyes with him. "The only thing you're about to do is take this dick." He slipped past Sam, hand brushing against his crotch as he walked down the hallway towards the door marked 'Lavatory'. Sam holding him by the coat-tail as he blindly followed.
Dean's hands were already groping him as the door opened. Pushing him inside, slamming it shut with his foot. Their hands undoing buttons of tux coats, letting them fall silently to the floor as Dean advanced on Sam. Pushing him back against the bathroom counter. Their tongues exploring each others mouth. Fingers opening each other's shirt buttons with expert skill. Grazing the warm flesh of each other's stomachs. Dean pulling Sam's belt free, opening the fly of his slacks, reaching in to free Sam's erection. He dropped to his knees on the cold tile floor. Placing sweet kisses on the tip of Sam's head. Then moving lower licking his balls, moving up the bottom of his shaft slowly, teasing. Working his way up to the head, swirling around it, then closing his mouth around it. Sliding down, taking him to the root. Letting the organ slide down into his throat.
Sam moaned loudly, his head tipping back. A hand sliding to the back of Dean's head. Holding him down on his cock. Feeling it pulsing in the tightness of his throat. Until Dean tapped his hip with two fingers. Allowing him to pull off, breathing hard. "You like that baby boy? My hot mouth swallowing your big cock?" Sam groaned. "God De. Fuck yeah." Dean went back to the task at hand. His head bobbing up and down the length of Sam. One hand massaging his balls, the other pressing against Sam's entrance, tracing little circles. It wasn't long before Sam was panting. Biting his bottom lip until it was pink and swollen. All manner of high pitched moans coming from his open mouth. Every one of them some variation of his brother's name. "Mmm Dean…fuck De. Oh my god DEAN!" Dean pulled off for a moment to spit on his finger tips. Sam felt his toes curling as he picked up the pace. He tensed as Dean slipped his index finger inside him. He came hard. Dean swallowing his load. Continuing to suck him off until it was too much. Sam pushing him off. His breathing ragged. Eyes hungry for more. His clothes disheveled. Dean rose up to claim his mouth. "De…need you. Want you to fuck me." Dean caressed his cheek. "I don't have any lube baby boy. Don't wanna hurt you." Sam whined in protest. He palmed Dean through the fabric of his dress slacks. Causing the older man to groan deeply. "Fuck it these rich bitches gotta have something." He opened the cabinet under the sink to find a basket with common bathroom items in it. Shuffling through it until he found a small bottle of baby oil. "Yahtzee!" He said, raising back up with the bottle in front of Sam's face. Showing off his prize. Sam licked his lips. "Fuck me De. No fingers. Wanna feel myself stretched out by you. All 10 fucking inches of you." Dean swatted the hand Sam raised up to pull him into a kiss. "Hey! It's ten and a half. Thank you very much." He said as his fist wrapped around Sam's tie. He held onto it as he spun him around. Pressing a hand against Sam's back, gently pushing him down to lay against the marble counter. Pushing his pants down to mid-thigh. Moving him so his hips were arched making his ass pop up at just the right angle. He pressed two fingertips against Sam's hole. "Gotta get your tight little boy pussy all wet for me first baby boy." Pulling it open just enough to squirt some of the oil inside. Then rubbing it around the outside. Placing the bottle on the counter as his clean hand undid his own belt, followed by his fly. The clinking sound of the buckle falling down making Sam giddy with anticipation. He poured a fair amount of the baby oil onto his rock hard shaft. Stroking it until it was well coated. Pressing the tip against Sam's hole. "You ready for me Sammy?"
"God yes!" Sam pressed his forehead against the cold marble. "Uh-uh!" Dean's voice was dark, lusty. "Look in the mirror. I want you to watch your face while I fuck you. Watch me while I fuck you." Sam moaned a high pitched feral sound as he brought his arms up in front of him, tilting his head up, gazing at Dean's smiling face in the mirror. Dean pressed into him, pushing past the first ring of muscle. Sam watched as his own mouth dropped open. Watched as a moan slipped out of his lips. Saw Dean's lips part slightly in pleasure. Saw lusty emerald eyes fixed on needy hazel. Watched as the older man let out a deep groan as he slid in to the hilt. The muscles of Dean's abs flexing as he placed one hand on Sam's hip, the other wrapping the tie around his fist and pulling it. Not hard, just enough pressure to make it tight around his throat. Just the way Sam liked it. His open white button up shirt swaying as he started to move. Thrusting sure, hard, and deep. Sam was coming undone. His reflection so wanton, so shameless. Dean's completely glossed, yet focused as he did what he was best at. The eldest Winchester was a fierce hunter. Maybe one of the best of his generation. But when it came to sex. He fucked like he invented the act. "God Sammy your loving it. So hot seeing your face while I fuck you. The way I see it." He slammed into Sam over and over again. His eyes never breaking away from Sam's. His hand moving from Sam's hip to cover his mouth. Muffling the cries of ecstasy coming from his little brother. Sam shifted, bringing one hand down to stroke his own cock.
The door opened without a sound. "Are you in here my handsome Adonis?" Gertrude said as she peeked in. "Oh my god." She blurted out. Their heads turning to look at her. "Dean!" Sam yelled out. Dean didn't stop. He kept fucking Sam, gripping both of Sam's hips. "Fuck off grandma he's busy." Dean bellowed. Sam blushed a terrible red. Yelping as Dean hit his prostate. Her face was pale. The door slammed shut so fast they could feel the wind off of it. Dean laughed out loud. Slapping Sam's ass letting out a "Woo!", as he thrust into Sam harder and faster. Grazing Sam's prostate with each movement until Sam was cumming in his hand. "Yeah Sammy. Watch your face while you cum." Sam looked into the mirror. He was panting, biting his lip. His cheeks flushed. The sounds coming out of him so slutty yet so pure at the same time. "Clean up Sammy. Want you to watch yourself eat your cum." He raised his hand to his lips. Tongue lapping at his palm. Letting Dean see the milky seed on his tongue in the mirror before swallowing it. "Mmm, so good De." With one last long stroke Dean was cumming deep inside him. His face in the mirror consumed with pleasure as his eyes shut tight. His mouth open, chest heaving, glistening with a thin layer of sweat. Thrusting into Sam until he was soft. His flaccid cock slipping out of him as Dean fell on his back. Kissing his neck. Whispering in his ear. "Fuck Sammy. That was awesome." Sam was still coming down from the after shocks of orgasm when Dean sat up, tucking himself back into his pants. Buckling his belt. Dropping to the floor to lap up his cum that could be felt running down his inner thigh. "Don't you look away Sammy. Want you to see yourself while I eat my cum out of your ass." He writhed in the mirror as his hole was pried open so a long hot tongue could slip inside him. Unable to do anything other than feel the overwhelming pleasure that was Dean. Until it was over. Until he was left a panting, sweating, drooling heap of over worked nerve endings. Spent and drained in the most delicious of ways. Once he came down Sam stood upright, pulling his pants up. "De she saw us." Dean laughed while buttoning his shirt. "She's drunk as a skunk. She probably thinks she imagined the whole thing." They dressed in haste. Sharing a few feverish kisses before Sam slipped out of the room. Dean waited a few minutes to make sure they wouldn't be seen leaving together before stepping out himself.
Sam stepped back into the ball room, adjusting his tie so it was perfectly in place. Gertrude was sitting alone at the bar. He grabbed two flutes of champagne from a passing waiter's tray, sliding onto the seat next to her. She smiled knowingly at him. "Darling, why didn't you just tell me? This whole time I've been barking up the wrong tree and we could have been playing the field together." Sam breathed a sigh of relief. "I'm sorry. I didn't think you'd want to be my friend anymore if you knew." He handed her the flute, a giddy expression crossing her features as she sipped it. "Oh stop it. Fags are wonderful. They have exceptional tastes." He forced a laugh, thank God she didn't know they were brothers.
Back upstairs Dean was crouched down before the glass case holding the hand of glory. He gently pried open the cover of the pin code panel to begin disarming the alarm. Across the hall the security guard from before knocked on the door of the room Bela was waiting in. She tucked a glass bottle containing a ship replica she had picked up from the desk into her purse. Quickly unzipping her dress. Allowing it to fall slightly, clutching it to her breast line as she peeked out the door. "Hi!" She chimed at him. "Feeling better I see." He said. "Oh much. Thank you." He was trying not to look down at her disheveled clothing. "Well if you're done with the room." She blushed slightly. "I'm, could we have a few more minutes?" He smiled shyly. "Um…yes Ma'am." She closed the door. He heard he giggling saying "That tickles.", as he turned to walk away. Dean running smack into him. "Whoa! Sorry. Nature called." Dean explained. "Hey thanks for looking after my wife." The guard smirked. "Oh, she's being looked after all right." The man said to Dean's confused face as he walked away. Dean opened the door. Stepping in to find Bela pulling the straps of her dress back into place. "Any trouble?" he asked. "Nothing I couldn't handle." She replied, fluffing her long curly hair. Dean pulled the hand from his inner coat pocket. "May I?" She asked, a hand reaching out for it. "Nice try." He said as he pulled his pocket square out. Unfolding it to wrap the hand in it. Replacing it in his inner coat pocket.
Sam sipped his champagne as the old woman excused herself to the restroom. His fingers tapping the bar in boredom. In the blink of an eye a beautiful dark haired woman with stunning brown eyes appeared in the seat next to him. He shot bolt upright. "Holy sh-." She shh'ed him, her eyes flashing red for a single second. "Demon!" He said quietly, ready to bolt. She gripped his wrist firmly, forcing him to stay seated. "It's Regina. Don't make a scene. Please, I'm here to help you." He jerked his hand away. "I know who you are. Release my brother from his contract!" Her face held an honest look of regretful sorrow. "Samuel, I can't. I don't hold the contract. Your brother knew what he was getting himself into. But I can help you. Please hear me out. Accept this as a peace offering." She slide something discreetly into his lap. He looked down to find the jagged demon blade. He tucked it into his coat pocket in haste. "Tell me why I shouldn't use this on you right now?" He asked. "Besides the fact that we are surrounded by witnesses? Why do you think I chose this moment to contact you? Listen to me Samuel. Your brother can not go to hell. I broke the rules when I offered him his deal. He's already supposed to be dead. We changed the path of destiny. The demon that holds his contract is named Lilith. She's ruthlessly evil. We have to find a way to save him. If Dean enters the pit…the world will end with him." Sam stared at her blankly. "Why should I trust a single thing you say? You're the reason for all of this! Dean's a good man. He doesn't deserve this!" She sighed heavily. "Look, you're right. I shouldn't have gave him what he asked for. Your brother and I…let's just say I've been in his shoes. I've felt what he feels. But if you agree to trust me, I will help you find a way to save him. There has to be one. I know it." He hesitated for a long moment. "Dean can't know. It's not in him to trust demons." She nodded. "I agree. For now. Let me handle him." She snapped her fingers. Vanishing as fast as she had appeared. Gertrude was suddenly pulling him by the arm out onto the dance floor. He held her at a distance, his mind racing. "Man this is one long song." He groaned out. "I hope it never ends." She sighed into his chest. "How's the investigation going?" She asked. He rolled his eyes. Unsure of how much more he could handle. "These things take time." He said flatly. "People are talking. Whispering about the Warren brother's deaths." He suddenly became interested. "Peter?" he asked. She nodded. I think they had it coming. People say their father didn't die of natural causes. Rumor has it the boys did it. So they could inherit his money." Sam pulled away from her slightly. She was growing handsy again. "Did Sheila have any tragedy in her life?" He asked. Looking for a connection between the three victims. "We'll there was a car accident. Her cousin Brian was killed. But what does that have to do with the Warren's?" She asked. "Uh, probably nothing." Dean and Bela walked into the room. "Well, having a nice time?" Bela asked. The old woman rushed over to her. "He's delightful!" She said before kissing the younger woman on the cheek. "You know they're fags?" She whispered before she turned to eye Dean. "Oh." Bela said in mock surprise. "He still wants me." Gertrude said with a wink. Bela leaned over whispering to the boys. "I'm going to get Gert into a cold shower." She escorted the woman out of the room. Dean turned to Sam, pushing his open mouth closed with his index finger. "You stink like sex and old people."
They stepped into the impala, closing the doors before speaking. "You got it right? Tell me I didn't have grandma Robinson grinding on my leg all night for nothing." Sam growled out as he loosened his tie. Dean pulled the folded handkerchief out of his coat. As he unwrapped it the hand wasn't a hand at all. It was a ship in a glass bottle. Both wore stern looks of anger. "I'm gonna kill her." Dean growled.
They were back inside the abandoned house they'd been crashing in, Dean pacing the living room floor. "You know you're right. I'm not gonna kill her. Gonna torture her til she begs me to kill her. And then I'm gonna gank her." Sam sighed, snapping the book in his hand shut. "De, relax." Dean scoffed at him. "Oh I'll relax. I can't believe that bitch got one over on us. Thieving con-artist bitch!" A panicked knock sounded from the front door. Dean opened it to find said thief. "I can explain. I sold it." Dean slammed the door behind her as she moved into the room. Sitting down in a chair between them. "I had a buyer lined up as soon as I learned of its existence. I find occult objects and sell them to the highest bidder. Dean paced around her. Murderous intent in his eyes. He held his hand up behind her head like a gun. Mock shooting her as Sam eyed him with disapproval. "So the whole us going to the charity ball was?" Sam said. She looked him dead in the eye. "I needed a cover. You were convenient." She stated as if it were nothing. "Just go buy it back." Sam said. "It's half way across the ocean. I can't buy it back in time." She said. "In time for what?" Dean barked angrily. She looked down at the floor. "I saw the ship." Dean chuckled softly. "Wow. I knew you were a thieving con-artist bitch but just when I thought my opinion of you couldn't get any lower." He said mocking her. She turned to him in confusion. "The spirit's motive." Sam said. He flipped through the photos she'd left on the table earlier. Pulling one out. "This is the captain of our ship. The one that hung our ghost." He said, placing it in front of her. "So?" She asked. "They were brothers. Very Cain and Abel. So, now the ghost boy goes after a specific target. People who've spilled their own families blood." He paused as her eyes grew blank. "See Sheila killed her cousin in a car accident. And the Warren's killed their dad for the inheritance. And now you." He concluded. "Oh my god." She said. Dean leaned over her. Pleased with her current issue. "So who was it Bela? Who'd you kill?" He teased at her. That dark presence showing it's self again. "Was it daddy? Little sis maybe?" She shivered at his cold heartless words. Sam looking ever disapproving of his behavior. "It's none of your business." She said through clinched teeth. "Well have a nice life. You know whatever's left of it." He clapped her on the back. Walking around the room. Picking up his leather jacket. "Sam, let's go." She stood up. "You can't just leave me here. I need your help." Sam was having a moral struggle. Dean's coldness had made his mind up for him. "What'd you do Bela?" Sam asked. Fighting to find a reason to help her. "You wouldn't understand. No one did." She said. "Never mind. I'll deal with it myself. Like always." She turned away. "You do realize you just sold the only thing that can save you." Dean said. "I'm aware." She replied. "Well…maybe not the only thing." Sam stated as they both turned to look at him.
Sam stood before a cement coffin tomb in the middle of the town's cemetery. A pentacle drawn in chalk upon it. Five candles lit at each point of the star. He poured a vial of her blood into a bowl in the center placing a lock cut from her hair into it. "Do you really think this is going to work?" She said with a sigh. "Probably not." Dean said. Thunder crashed in the night. The wind howling around them as rain poured from a cloudless starry sky. Dean held his salt rock loaded shot gun at the ready. "Sammy. You better start reading." The younger Winchester pulled John's journal from under his arm. Flipping to a hand written spell and began chanting in latin. As the wind grew stronger the candles blew out. "Behind you!" Bela screamed as the spirit appeared behind Dean. It threw him into a tombstone, knocking the shotgun out of his hand. It touched her face. She began spitting out water. Drowning. Dean rushed to her side. Holding her. "Sam! Read faster!" He yelled. Sam was going as fast as he could. The rain stopped suddenly as the apparition of the spirit's brother appeared behind him. It turned to him. "You hanged Me! Your own brother!" it said in a ghostly moan. "I'm sorry." The other one cried out. The hanged man launching himself at his brother. The two of them exploding into water. Vanishing as the liquid mist fell to the earth. The three of them left staring at each other in the cold, soaked to the bone.
The next day Bela walked into the house to find the boys packed and getting dressed. "You boys should learn to lock your doors. Anyone could just barge in." she said as she moved to stand before them. "Yeah that's been happening a lot lately. Come to say goodbye or thank you?" Sam said. She pulled two huge stacks of hundred dollar bills from her purse. "I've come to settle affairs. Giving the spirit what he really wanted, his own brother. Very clever Sam." She said. She tossed a stack of cash to each of them. "That's 10,000. That should cover it." Dean scoffed. "So throwing us 10 grand is easier for you then a simple thank you? You're so damaged." She smiled at him sarcastically. "Takes one to know one. Goodbye lads." She turned walking out, slamming the door behind her. "She's got style. Can't deny that. Dean we don't know where this money has been." Sam said. Dean took his stack from him. "Yeah, but I know where it's going."
Sam was looking at a map inside the impala. "Why do you wanna go to Atlantic city?" Dean smiled. "Play some roulette. Always bet on black." He reached over, rubbing Sam's leg. "Look baby boy. I just wanna have fun with you. I see what you're going through…" He took a long pause. "Me going away…and all that. But you're gonna be ok. Gonna find a nice girl. Pop out a few kids. Get a fat beer belly." Sam scoffed. "What makes you think that?" Dean squeezed his thigh. "You're stronger than me baby. You are. You'll move on ok. You'll get over it." Sam cleared his throat in an attempt to end the conversation. "I want you to know I'm sorry…for putting you through all this." Sam exploded. "Fuck you Dean! Stop worrying about me! Care about yourself! I want you to give a fuck that you're dying!" Dean shock his head, jaw clinched tight. "Not gonna fight with you Sam." His eyes stayed on the road as he lifted his hand from Sam's leg placing it on the wheel. "That's it? Nothing else to say?" Sam pushed. His anger wanting Dean to fight back. "I think I'll play some poker." Sam sighed, staring out the window as Dean turned the radio up. Led Zeppelin's 'Ten Years Gone' filling the air.
'Changes fill my time, baby, that's alright with me
In the midst I think of you, and how it used to be
Did you ever really need somebody, And really need 'em bad
Did you ever really want somebody, The best love you ever had
Do you ever remember me, baby, did it feel so good'
Nine of those years Dean would never have.