Dean sat alone at a slot machine in the Borgata Hotel and Spa's Casino. He smiled at the richness around him. A warm bubbly feeling inside him. They may have gotten a bottom of the barrel room in this fancy ass place, but this is something he'd never been able to give Sam before. "Come on baby! Daddy wants the penthouse for his Baby boy." He said as he pushed a token into the machine before he pressed the blinking spin button on the screen. Rows of different symbols flashing on the screen as they began to spin. His hand hovering over the stop button. He was down 3 grand already. "If there's a god…please help a dying man out." He whispered as he pressed the button. He watched as the symbols slowed on screen. Stopping with the words 'Mega Jackpot' written in gold letters flashing before him. Alarms blasted out of the machines speakers. A rainbow of neon lights flashing on the sides of the machine. "Holy shit! I won 30 grand…" He stood up so fast he knocked his stool over. "I WON 30 GRAND!" He screamed as two men wearing Gucci suits approached him. "Congratulations sir. If you're ready to pay out please follow us."
Dean ran up so Sam at the bar. "What ever he owes just have it billed to our room. The name's Winchester." He said to the tender as he grabbed Sam's hand, pulling him behind him to the front desk. "I'd like to upgrade our room please." He said to a stunning blond behind the desk. "Of course Mr. Winchester, and which room would you like to book this evening?" She said with a smile. "The penthouse suite." He said, earning a concerned look from Sam. "De we can't afford that." She eyed them. Taking in Dean's faded blue jeans, worn out old leather jacket, scruffy two day old stubble. "Sir you're aware the penthouse is 2,000 dollars a night?" He pulled a stack of hundreds out of his coat pocket.
"I want it for 3 nights. I also need room service to send up two steaks, mid rare, with baked potatos, fully loaded. I want a tray of chocolate covered strawberries, and a bottle of the most expensive whiskey the bar has." Her smile returned as she clicked away with her manicured nails on the keyboard in front of her. She rose from her seat as a plastic room key printed out of a machine next to her. She leaned over so her cleavage would show, long blond beach curls falling over her shoulders as she took his money and handed him the key. "Please let me know if there's anything else I can do to make your stay with us more…pleasurable Mr. Winchester." Her fingers lingered on his hand a bit to long. "That'll be all. Thank you." He said before he turned to Sam, smacking his ass. "Come on honey! Your castle awaits." They left her standing with her jaw hanging open.
A few minutes later they stood before the door to the penthouse, ragged old duffle bags in hand as Dean slide the key card into the door. As they stepped inside both took in the room with astonishment. The entire back wall was a window with a view of the city. A huge living area with one of those sectional couches Dean had only ever seen in magazines sat before a 70 inch flat screen mounted on the wall. On the opposite wall was a stocked bar. And behind it a set of large red oak doors leading to the bedroom. He dropped his bag, speeding across the rich white carpeted floor to fling the doors open. Sam followed him inside.
A huge double king size bed lay in the center of the room. A 50 inch flat screen on the wall across from it. A red oak desk in the corner. Dean was flicking a switch on the wall which opened motorized curtains to reveal a second stunning view of the city skyline. Sam's eyes following his brother as he ran to what had to be the bathroom. As Dean opened the door he froze. "Oh my god." He said. Sam walked over peering into the room. The first thing that came into focus was the bathtub. It wasn't a tub at all. A cascading water fall flowed down into a steaming granite in ground hot tub. A stand up shower with a bench inside, completely made out of marble. A stunning granite couples vanity spanning the length of the back wall beside a toilet worthy of the name throne. A knock sounded at the front door.
Dean opened it with the smile of a kid on his birthday to a waiter with a cart of food. They watched as the man uncovered two gold plates with delectable 12 ounce filets, fully loaded baked potatoes, and rolls. He placed a tray of elegant looking chocolate covered strawberries with the tops pre-removed on the table with a bottle of whiskey. And lastly he placed down two flutes of sparkling champagne. "I hope you find your meal cooked to perfection. The whiskey is aged 3 years. It's 100 proof Jack Daniels limited edition priced at 499.00 dollars. The champagne is compliments of the chef sir. He hopes you will find it to pair well with the strawberries. Is there anything else we can do for you gentlemen?" The man gave a slight bow after he spoke. Dean slipped him a hundred dollar bill before giving the man his leave. He turned to Sam, arms stretched out as if to say 'Look at what I got you'. "Dean…what the hell man?" Sam asked. His older brother smiling still. "I won 30 grand Sammy. I wanted to give you the best."
They cleaned their plates, leaning back in their chairs. "Man that was good." Sam said. Dean downed his whiskey before rising from the table, grabbing the tray of strawberries and champagne. He walked off into the bedroom returning a few moments later empty handed. He leaned against the open red oak door stark naked, beckoning Sam to him with his finger. Like a moth drawn to the flame, Sam rose from his chair. Feeling the soft carpet between his toes as he padded across the floor. Dean gripped him by his shirt, pulling him into the room. His clothes flying across the room as expertly skill hands undressed him. Dean led him into the bathroom where the tray awaited them beside the hot tub.
Sam watched as Dean sank down into the steaming water, leaning back against the side, spreading his legs slightly. His finger beckoning Sam forward again. Strong hands sliding to grip his hips as he sank into the hot water, bringing him down to straddle Dean's lap. A strawberry was pressed against his lips. He opened his mouth, tasting the sweet juices inside mixed with even sweeter chocolate as he bit down. Feeling Dean's lips against his as he leaned up to take the rest of the berry into his own mouth. Followed by the lip of the glass pressed against his mouth before it was tipped up to pour some inside. This went on for a while. Dean feeding him berries and champagne while his tongue worked Sam's neck. Their lips meeting to share the sweet treats. Until both men were achingly hard. The feeling of their erections pressed together a pleasant torture.
Sam's head tipped back, a moan slipping from his lips as Dean took both of their erections into his hand, stroking them slowly. In a teasing sort of way. Making Sam gasp at the feeling of fingers ghosting against the tip of his as they moved up farther to Dean's. Dean had always been slightly more endowed then himself. Thumbing the slits of their heads before dipping back down to the base. It wasn't long before they were grinding against each other. Water splashing over the sides of the tub onto the floor. "You like that Sammy? Want big brother to give you more?" Dean's voice was dark and raspy. "Yes. Please De." Sam mewled. "Please what?" Dean persuaded. "Please sir?" Sam said questioningly. Teeth gently nipped a punishment against his neck. "Try again." Said Dean. "Master?" Sam asked. Another slightly harder bite. "Come on baby. Try harder. It'll come to you." Dean crooned into his ear. Sam hissed at the feeling of teeth scraping against his skin. Why couldn't he figure out what Dean wanted. He was calling him baby again…perhaps? "Daddy?" Sam said timidly. Dean moaned his approval. Thrusting his cock up against Sam's. "Good boy. Now tell Daddy what you want?" Dean practically purred against Sam's lips. "Want you to take me into the bedroom. Need you inside me." Sam was panting with excitement. "And what do we say to get what we want?" It was torture. Achingly sweet. "Please Daddy."
Dean lay awake watching Sam in a peaceful sex sated sleep. He slipped silently out of the bed. Walking naked into the bathroom. He let out a long yawn as he relieved himself. Giving two shakes before tearing off a strip of tissue and wiping the tip of himself clean, throwing it into the bowl, then flushing. "Hello Dean." He spun around, covering himself with his hands. "Jesus fucking Christ!" he yelped out as his eyes met Regina's. She tossed him one of the fluffy hotel robes froom a nearby hook on the wall, which he caught one handed. He pulled it on as she averted her eyes. Neither one trusting the other long enough to turn their backs to each other. "What the fuck are you doing here? How did you find us?" She cleared her throat. "It's not hard when you have the gift of sight. We need to talk Dean." His mind was racing. Struggling to find a way to get to his bag for weapons.
"I'm not here to hurt you Dean. There's something you need to know." She said. He eyed her with murderous rage. "Incase you forgot I kill things like you. All I have to do is yell and my brother will burst in here with the colt and light your ass up." She smiled knowingly at him. "Come now Dean. We both know you used the last bullet on Azazel. You held up your end of the bargain. Now I've come to repay you. Understand that my kind has gone underground for the moment. They await a new King to arise. They expected it to be Sam but we both know how that turned out. I'm here to share the truth with you. But first, if you'll allow me. I need you to understand that you can trust me." She said, her words sounding pure. He chuckled sarcastically. "Nothing you can do or say will ever make me trust a filthy thing like you." He barked at her. She sighed in aggravation. She moved quickly, grabbing him by the back of the head, forcing her lips to his. His eyes glowing red as her sight became his.
Regina was sitting on a blanket in a park. Watching a petite long haired blond woman picking up empty plates to place them in a basket. The blond gently gripping her face as they laid back onto the ground sharing a passionate kiss
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Regina winced at the woman in front of her. "You can't be gay! I raised you better than that! All this time I've been working to put you through law school and this is what you've been doing behind my back? You're fucking dead to me! Get out! I never want to see you again!" The woman screamed at her. She was sobbing. A heart retching sound. "Mom please. If you'd just get to know her." She pleaded as a fist slammed into her face. A sharp throbbing pain searing into her memory.
She walked through the front door of a small house in the suburbs. Laying her brief case down on the table. The blond woman sitting on the opposite side of her in a police uniform. "How was court today?" The blond asked before munching on a bagel. "Horrible. This won't be ending any time soon. I'm going to have to cancel our vacation plans." Regina said as she rubbed her temples. "Again? Gina this is the third time? Are we ever going to have time to actually be together?" She sighed. "Please. I'm not going to fight with you. Not before you go on patrol." There was yelling. Fuzzy static images of angry faces and harsh tones.
Regina lay back on the couch. Tipping a bottle of red wine up to guzzle the last bit down. Her phone rang. "Hello?" she said. Her face growing deathly pale.
She stood just behind a glass window of an operating room. The doctor's voice slowly coming into focus as a screen was showing a fading heart rate. "She was shot while doing a routine traffic stop. There's internal bleeding. The bullet cut the spinal cord. She's fading fast. I'm sorry. There's nothing more we can do." She stepped away as she placed a trembling hand to the glass. A nurse coming to stand next to her. "A friend of yours?" The woman said. Regina nodded, tears flowing down her cheeks. "What if I could help you? I can save her life for you." She turned to face the woman. "What?" She asked. Red eyes flashed before her as the nurse grinned wickedly. "I can save her. She will live a long life. All it'll cost you is your soul. I'll even give you ten years to spend with her. All you have to do is say yes. We give a little harmless kiss and your girlfriend is back in the game. What do you say?" The monitors flat lined. Regina nodded in panic. "Yes, please save her!" She sobbed. The nurse kissed her roughly before snapping her fingers, vanishing into thin air. Regina turned to the window. The monitors all returning to normal. The blond woman's eyes opening as she took a deep breath.
She was in a dark place. Screams of agony blaring around her as she felt pieces of her flesh being pulled from the bone. A dark figure standing above her. His face unable to be seen as her vision grew blurry from pain. "All you have to do is say yes. And it'll all stop. You'll never have to feel my blade again. It's been….2 years now. What do you say?" The voice was raspy. It held a strange sort of lisp. She opened her mouth, her blood pouring out onto her porcelain skin. "Yes." It was a weak gasp. And suddenly she was born anew. The flesh that had been cut from her regrown. A weeping soul strapped down before her. A blade in her own hand.
Black smoke funneled down the throat of a woman walking her dog late at night. The leash falling to the ground as red eyes shown brightly in the night. The woman walked for what seemed like hours. Nonstop until she reached a tombstone in a lonely graveyard. Hours it took to dig the earth by hand. She cracked open the coffin, Regina's body inside. Black smoke rushing out of the woman into the corpse.
Regina stood outside the small house in the suburbs. Watching the blond woman sitting at the table inside. A glass of wine in hand as she stared off into nothing. Tears flowing down her face. She couldn't go in. As much as she wanted she was to ashamed of what she had become. She could never go back.
Dean was suddenly aware of a wetness falling onto his cheeks. Aware of soft lips pressed to his along with a slender frame in his arms. A body that wasn't Sam's. He shoved her back. Watched in confused silence as she wiped tears from her eyes. "We aren't that different you and I. I loved her more than anything. My mother never approved of our relationship. I stood to lose the one thing that mattered most to me. I sold my soul for her life. I went to hell for her. And I became what I am now." She said with agony in her voice. Or was it sympathy. He stared at her in shock. "You…were human once?" She nodded. "Yes Dean. All demons were human. But after you spend enough time in the pit…everyone becomes what I am." He sank to his knees. His head hung low.
He couldn't become one of the things he hunted. How could he ever face Sam again when he would crawl out of the pit? "I'm here to help you Dean. Samuel and I will find a way to void your contract. I don't hold it. It's with a demon named Lilith." His voice shook as he spoke. "Why?" She tilted his chin up so he was looking at her. "Because I was to ashamed to return to my love. I haven't been what I am for long. I still remember what its like to be human. We will find a way. So you don't have to be the one standing outside that door unable to go in." She turned her head to the bathroom door. "Samuel is awake. There's more you need to know. But you need to trust your brother. I'll return if you decide this is what you want." He gazed up at her. Jade eyes filled with sympathy. She had been him. They were one in the same. So enveloped in the love that was their own that they'd sacrifice everything for the one's that held their heart in hand. She snapped her fingers. She was gone.
Sam stepped into the dark bathroom. "Dean?" his eyes taking in the sight of his ever strong brother weak and vulnerable on his knees upon the bathroom floor. Tears streaming down his face. "De!" Within seconds he was holding Dean in his arms. Kissing away the tears from his face. "What happened? De what's wrong?" Desperate sobs retched themselves from Dean's vocal cords. "I'm gonna become…a demon Sammy…I can't. Sammy I can't." Sam held him close. "What are you talking about? It's gonna be ok Dean." Dean moved so he was looking up at him. "She said I would…if…if I go to hell I'll come back as…" He couldn't say it again. "The crossroads demon?" Sam asked. Dean nodded, holding his face in his hands. "That's never gonna happen Dean. Because you're not going to die. I'm gonna save you. There's a way. I know it."
Sam pulled the blankets over them. He held Dean even after the tears had stopped. After his older brother had fallen asleep. After the helpless groans of tormenting nightmares had passed. Dean still wrapped in his arms as the sun rose. The first rays of morning light creeping in through the window. A glorious view of the skyline shown as a ray of warming comfort. They may have to trust a demon to get it. But there was hope for the Winchester's.
It was almost noon when Sam woke to find Dean on the couch at the bottom of the Jack Daniels bottle. Piss drunk watching 'Jersey Shore' reruns. "Dean seriously?" He tipped the bottle up to let the last few drops drip into his mouth. "Don't you judge me. The JWOWW one is hot….I'm pretty sure the one they call Snooki is a demon." Sam couldn't help but laugh. "Why the hell are you watching this garbage?" Dean piled up throw pillows behind him, shifting to a laying position on the massive sectional. Patting his leg to signal his brother over. Sam laid the length of his body down on top of him. Snuggling up to him. "Can't find the remote…all they do is get drunk fuck each other and fight about it." Dean confessed. He placed gentle kisses on Sam's forehead as he wrapped his strong arms around his little brother's shoulders. Sam placing his head under Dean's chin as they drifted off to sleep. Two puzzle pieces fitting together in perfection.
"Well isn't that just disgustingly sweet." The boys sprung awake to the sound of a woman's voice. They scrambled. Dean shoving Sam back as he pulled his Colt from behind his back aiming it at the intruder. Sam gripping the barrel, slipping his finger between the butt of the gun and the hammer to jam it as the trigger attempted to click, unable to release the bullet from the chamber. "DEAN! STOP IT!" He screamed as he glared at his brother. Dean trying to level out his breathing as he glared at the woman. His eyes growing sad as he took in Regina's face. He lowered the gun. Sam looking back and forth between them. "Jesus…what the fuck did you do to him?" He barked at her. She stepped across the floor with graceful elegance before lowering herself on the opposite side of the sectional. "Do not attempt to blame me for your brother's primal behavior Samuel. That monster was there long before I came along." She smoothed the fabric of her pin skirt flat.
"It's Sam. What did you say to him? Besides some fucking bullshit about becoming a demon? He's freaking out?" He barked at her. Dean sat in uncomfortable silence after laying the gun on the coffee table. "I've only done as we agreed. I showed him the truth to gain his trust. Although it seems I've only gained his empathy." Emerald eyes snapped to meet hazel. Dean's face disapproving. "De I was gonna tell you. She said she'd help you. She gave me the demon blade." Sam said in an attempt to justify the secret. They were bickering. Throwing about words like secrets, trust, and thought we were past this. Shoving each other the way siblings do. She sighed in aggravation, rubbing her temples. 'What the fuck am I doing…helping hunters…' She thought to herself. "I can't believe you teamed up with the fucking demon that started all this behind my back!" Dean bellowed. "Damn it Dean! Don't you put that shit on me! You did what you did! She didn't make you do it!" Sam's baritone clashed with Dean's bass as they grew louder. "Sticking up for demons now Samantha?" Dean spat the words at him.
"Ok John Jr!" Sam spat. Dean ground his teeth together. "Oh fuck you! Next you'll be telling me I can't do anything right? Huh?" Dean spat back. "Fuck you Dean." They were staring each other down. Foreheads pressed together as they huffed in each other's faces. "Yeah? Fuck me? Why? Cause it's the only thing I can do right?" Any second they would either punch each other or start ripping each other's clothing off. Regina chimed in. "ENOUGH!" They separated like children scolded by a parent. Leaving space between them. Arms folded over their chests. Dean growling as Sam let out a humph. "Look, like it or not I'm the only one trying to help you. We can work together or you can just go to hell. Choice is yours." Sam sighed, softening. "We're sorry. Things have been tense lately." He said in apology. She cleared her throat, crossed her legs. "Dean can't go to hell. If he does…he will become a demon. He will bring about the end of times." She said. "So you've said. But you haven't given any ideas on how to stop all this from happening." Sam barked at her. "I do have a plan…but Dean is the problem. He'll never agree to it." She stated matter of factly. The Winchester's exchanged heavy glances before speaking in unison. "Go on…"
"Lilith holds the contract. She's old. Beginning of time old. She's viciously evil. And cunning. The key to beating her is Sam. Your powers can be developed. If you grow strong enough to over come her. She may void the contract as a last ditch effort to save her own life. She may be wicked. But she's also seen so much she's afraid of her own shadow. Nothing can truly live forever. Death will come for us all one day. In all his permanence. She will do whatever it takes to survive as long as possible." She explained. Dean shifted in his seat. "And how does that happen? Because the visions hurt him. And if Sam's not safe it ain't happenin." He said, laying down the law. She sighed. Here it comes. She locked eyes with Sam. "This is where Dean will refuse. But it's your choice Samuel. There is so much more you can do than see the future. Your visions are painful because you're running on empty. Your powers come from demon blood. There's not enough of it within you to fuel your strength. You will need to consume more in order to develop them." Dean made to end all negotiations. He was held back by a flick of her hand. He opened his mouth in protest yet couldn't make a sound. "Silence." She said, her eyes remaining on Sam's struggling expression.
"Understand this Sam Winchester. This comes at a great price to you. Demon blood is like a drug for humans. As well as an aphrodisiac. If you become addicted...You will crave it. You will crave your brother much more violently then you do now. Should you succeed in saving your brother and choose to stop ingesting it…there is a very small chance you may die from withdrawals." Sam seemed to be in deep thought. "Before I release Dean I do have a suggestion. Perhaps my blood would be ideal. I've only been a demon for a few months. I'm new. I still hold a fragment of my humanity within me. You're less likely to become an addict if you feed from me." Dean was shaking with rage. "I…I don't know." She nodded. "Think it over. Discuss it amongst each other. But I promise I will share everything I know with you both. Unfortunately as I am a crossroads demon the majority of my power comes from my kiss. It's best you know what will happen if we fail. Understand our actions may change the possible outcome. Everything we do to change what is seen shifts the path of destiny."
She rose from her seat. Sauntering over to them. She pressed their heads together, cheek to cheek, the corner of their lips touching each others. She leaned down to them. Both of their eyes glowing red as she pressed all three sets of lips together.
Tears raced down Sam's face as he sunk his shovel into the cold dry earth for the final time. Lifting to heave the last scoop of dirt from a freshly dug grave on to the mounted pile behind him. He stepped out, eyes empty of all color as he gazed upon his brother's corpse. Shredded like a rag from hellhound claws. Dean's eyes were still open. Utterly lifeless. Sam lifted him into the grave, laying him down gently. Closing his eyes tenderly with a shaking hand. He lay on the cold earth with his dead love in his arms until the sun rose. Countless times considering pulling the dirt down over them so he would die too. Buried alive with Dean. He pulled the necklace from around Dean placing it around his own neck. Pulled the silver band from a cold limp finger to slip it on in front of his own. He crawled out of the grave. Laying on the grass for hours motionless. Finally he rose to his feet. Picked up the shovel and started to fill Dean's resting place.
The ground above Dean's grave crumbled as hands reached out to the surface. He crawled out. Emerging covered in dirt. Eyes as black as night. The hordes of demons that surrounded the grave bowed to him chanting the words. "Rex Inferorum." Dean cracked his neck. His eyes searched the crowd as he boomed his first command. His jaw clinched in rage when he couldn't find Regina amount his servants. "Find Sam Winchester." His deep voice laced with a dark animalistic roar as he sounded his command. Black smoke boomed from the mouths of the bodies around him flying off into the night in all directions.
Dean leaned against Baby's hood in the front yard of Bobby Singer's home, gripping the cold metal of his colt in his hand. He rolled his shoulders, cracking his neck as he paced up the stairs of the front porch. He kicked the front door. Sending it bursting forth into the room. "Daddy's home!" he called out as he unloaded on the devil's trap just inside the door. Emptying the clip to break the circle. He took three to the chest from Bobby's pistol, grunting as he stepped inside, eyes searching the room. Sam and Regina were huddled in the corner of the room shielding Ellen with their bodies. Bobby rushed forward, slamming the demon blade into Dean's heart. He roared in pain, eyes on the old man's shocked face with murderous anger. "That pig sticker is useless against me old man." He said as he twisted the blade, pulling it out of his chest. "Dean? You were my son. What have you become?" Bobby said with tears in his eyes.
Dean sunk the blade into Bobby's stomach, slicing him open. "I'm the King of hell. And you…you're nothing to me." He grinned with pleasure as Ellen screamed when he pulled the blade out, letting Bobby fall to the floor. He snapped his fingers. Her neck spun around. The crunching of bones filling the sudden deafening silence. With a second snap of his fingers Sam was falling to the floor, unconscious. Regina's shaking hands aiming the ancient colt at him. She pulled the trigger. The bullet landing in his shoulder. He flinched, growling at her. His face a feral snarl. She moved to run but he was to fast.
He threw himself on to her, pinning her to the ground. He slammed her head back, fisting her hair. She clawed at him, bunking underneath him uselessly. "And you…lastly you. Filthy, treacherous fucking bitch." He said with an evil grin. She spat in his face. He wiped it from his cheek with his finger tips, sticking them in his mouth, sucking them clean. "You thought you could play me? Try and keep me from taking my throne? From claiming my mate?" He hissed at her. "You're not Dean…you're a monster wearing his body." She stared into his eyes. He leaned down, whispering in her ear. "I am what you made me." He sunk the blade into her heart. Flashes of lightening surging through her before sizzling out. He rose to his feet, kicking her lifeless body. He scooped Sam up, climbing the stairs to lay Sam on their bed.
The Winchester's were whining in emotional pain against her lips. She pulled back briefly. "Not yet. One more thing you must see." She pressed her body between them. Taking Dean's lips in her own before tilting her head, pressing her lips to Sam's. Their eyes heavy with lust, high off her power. Crossroads demon's wielded their energy like a form of seduction. It was starting to burn inside them. She pushed their heads towards each other. Forcing their lips to meet. Eye lids closing over two pairs of glowing red eyes. Their tongues protruding out, battling each other as her hands slipped away. Dean pushing Sam back onto the couch, mounting him, his movements primal. Grinding their bodies together like wild beasts. They had no idea what they were doing, neither of them truly there in that moment. The final vision playing before their eyes. Sam's hands were working Dean's belt as Dean's pulled Sam's sweats down. She sauntered across the room, swaying to the vibrations coming from them. The smell of sex heavy in the air. The only sound heard the crescendo of ragged husky male moans. She vanished with a snap of her fingers.
Sam woke with his arms pinned above his head. He was painful aware that he was naked. Dean's black eyes watching him as he ground his erection into Sam's thigh. Looming above him as his black eyes gazed upon Sam's body. "No! You're not my brother! You killed them! You killed Bobby!" Sam screamed. "Shh…baby boy. You're gonna be ok. I know you're wanting it. You're sweating from withdrawals. I can hear your pulse begging for it." Sam tried to resist but it was no good. His nostrils flared as he breathed in Dean's blood stained clothes. The older Winchester shed his shirt, the bullet wounds in his chest and shoulder healed. Yet marked red with dried blood. Sam was panting, his eyes glazed over. Dean lowered himself down, his shoulder placed above Sam's mouth. "Bite me baby boy. Tear into me. Drink me." Sam moaned as he felt his own cock twitch with interest.
Dean's smell was everywhere. Cheap soap, whiskey, leather, a tinge of motor oil. He bit down on Dean's shoulder. Sinking his teeth into the warm flesh so hard he heard the pop of skin breaking before the wet hot feeling of metallic liquid touching his tongue. Things were moving quickly now. Sam was moaning against Dean's shoulder. His sleeping cock was at full hardness in an instant. Dean was working his hole open with lubed fingers. Sam swallowed, gulping mouth fulls of Dean's blood. Some of the red liquid life pouring down onto their chests as Sam mewled a scream of pleasure when Dean slammed his cock inside him. Dean lifted them up, pressing Sam against the head board as he pounded away into him savagely. Sam's nails sinking into his back, tearing the flesh of the old scars open anew. Dean hissed in pleasure. Willing his power to keep his wounds from healing. His black eyes alive with satisfaction. "It was all for you baby boy. I went in a broken man but climbed out of that fucking pit a king for you." Sam crashed their lips together.
Blood meshing with saliva as tongues claimed each other. "Nobody left to stop us Sammy. I'll fuck you, let you drink me, forever and always. You'll rule my kingdom by my side as my prince." Dean was shifting back on his heels. Laying down on his back with Sam straddling him. Still buried balls deep inside him. Pushing back until his massive cock could be seen under the skin of Sam's slim stomach. "Ride your king baby brother. Fuck yourself on my cock while I feed you." He leaned up just enough to support himself on one arm as he pressed his wrist against Sam's lips. Sam nibbling the skin gently, worry in his glossed over eyes. "Don't worry baby, drink. Bleed me dry. A knight of hell can't be killed so easily." Wicked laughter boomed from his chest. Sam was cumming harder than he'd ever felt before as the second pop of broken skin was heard, blood rushing forth into his mouth. Writhing on top of his brother as he bounced up and down frantically, riding him. High off demon blood and Dean's sex.
As the boys came down from the visions, back into reality, their eyes met each other. The emotion behind them unexplainable. Fear, lust, sadness? Everything a person could feel wrapped up into one. Sam was on his knees on the floor with Dean's hips trusting his achingly hard cock, pumping down his throat. Sam's hand vigorously stroking his own erection. Dean was sitting on the edge of the couch, leaning forward to hover over Sam. His hand wrapped around Sam's neck, feeling his cock moving inside beneath the skin. It was as if they woke up in the middle of the act. Once fully aware, both were cumming with eyes clamped shut. Unable to watch the other's orgasm. Ashamed of themselves for getting off on what they'd seen.
Sam stood in the center of the luxurious suite, duffle bag over his shoulder. Watching his brother tie his boots. Dean wouldn't look him in the eye, much less touch him. Not since they'd regained control after the visions Regina had shared with them. They'd slept on opposite sides of the bed. Showered alone. And sat in silence as they awkwardly ate breakfast. "Do you…want to talk about it?" Sam asked. Dean stood, cocking his colt before sliding it into the back waist band of his jeans. "Nope." His reply was hurried as he pulled his worn leather jacket over his shoulders. Sam sighed. "De…we can't just shove it under the rug. It's going to happen unless we do something to change it." Sam said. Dean crossed the floor, picking his duffle up from the end of the sectional. "What do we know about divination Sammy?" He barked. "That it's a shot in the dark. But Dean this is real! It's not some parlor trick. She's been right before."
Dean sighed in annoyance. Dropping his bag back on the couch, sitting down with arms crossed. "Might as well sit Sammy…since you won't let it go. We got an hour before they kick us out of here." Sam placed his bag down on the back of the sectional before moving to sit beside Dean. "We need to talk about what I have to do." Sam stated, getting directly to the point. "No. I will not sit back and let that bitch be your juice box. It ain't happenin." Dean said in a that's that fashion. "Dean I have to! It's the only way to save you. I won't let you become that monster." A deep sarcastic laugh bellowed from Dean's chest. "I'm already a monster. You know that. I see the way you look at me. Like you can't figure out who I am. Trying to decide if you should stand by me or hunt me." Sam was silent.
Dean smirked, a sadness unable to be covered by the weak attempt. "You're afraid of me Sam. And you should be. The things we do…things I do to you. It's fucked Sam. But that shit we saw? That's just fucking sick! And the most fucked up thing about it is…some depraved fucking part of me…" His words trailed off. Sam's eyes searching his downward tilted face. "You…liked it." Sam breathed the confession so Dean wouldn't have too. Dean's voice was a defeated tortured thing. "I could feel it…the power of that fucking thing inside me. Sammy it felt good. And I hate it." He was shaking, fist white-knuckled. "We can't let this happen. Bobby and Ellen…Dean you're gonna-" Dean was screaming over him. "Don't! Don't fucking say it!" Sam was on his knees in a instant, holding Dean's face in his hands. Seeing the torment within. "That's why I have to do this. We have to stop it. And I'm going to whether you like it or not. We can't fight each other on this. If we aren't together in this…we will fail."
Dean was pulling Sam's hands away from his face. Gripping them within his own. So hard Sam winced slightly. "Sammy I'm scared. I can't hurt you. Or them. I'd never. If…if I come back as that thing. I want you to kill me. You have to. Please baby brother. Whatever a knight of hell is…there has to be something that can kill it. Please kill me." Sam was kissing him. Tenderly. Letting his love wash over him. Bathing Dean in a protective warmth. "I won't. Because I won't let this happen to you." Sam's phone was ringing. Pulling him away from Dean's lips. He pulled it from his coat pocket. Pressing the answer button holding it to his ear. "Hello? WHAT? Where?" he hung the phone up. Jumping to his feet. "It's Bobby!" They grabbed their bags, racing to the door.