"So besides a blowjob to wake you up what else do you want for your birthday?" Sam asked, looking at Dean over the body as he collected blood.

It felt amazing to get back into the swing of things, it settled something inside of him that he hadn't realized was unsettled. Not to mention he was back with Dean and in all honesty, that was all that really mattered.

They had gotten creative with this one, having a bit more fun with making them scream as they all but ripped into him. It ended with a crucifixion-like state, but upside down, it made the rest of the blood that was left rush to his head and when they slit his throat they got a lot more than needed.

He'd also missed the feeling of blood on his skin, that he'd ever admit that to Dean even under torture on the rack. He had no desire to give his brother that sort of ammunition against him after what he had said before.

Although based on the smirk on his face as Sam couldn't help but lean down and swipe his fingers through the stream of blood, he probably already had a pretty good idea.

"So what I'm hearing is that you haven't gotten me a birthday gift." Dean said, wagging his knife at him.

Sam rolled his eyes at his brother and held the jar up, ready for the soul. "I have a present for you, you dick, I just want to know if you want anything else."

Dean hummed, eyes going over Sam's body. Sam raised an eyebrow and leaned back against the wall, tilting his hips out. "What are you thinking about?"

"I'm thinking about you, bent over the impala, wearing absolutely nothing." Dean said with a bit of a purr and hooded eyes. "Maybe add some soapy water, make it nice and wet."

"The car or me?" Sam couldn't help but tease.

"Both." Dean said, slowly moving towards him, eyes flickering to black. Despite the height difference Sam moved down a bit so that Dean would tower over him, arching his neck and back slightly.

Deans touch was gentle when he reached up to cup Sams cheek, tilting his head up a bit more so that he can brush his lips against Sams.

It was all gentle and it was everything that Sam wanted, just wanting to feel and have his brother surround him entirely. If they could be pushed out of their bodies like the other demons could, they would do so to one another, be together on even the microscopic level.

Their souls entwined together, intimately, delicately, it sounded like the closest thing to heaven to him.

But he'd settle for this, kissing and touching him, later on having sex with him, just being with him. Being alive with him.

It sounded like heaven too.

"Let's finish up with this and get back to the motel." Sam murmured between kisses. "Then I can give you a preview of the first part of your birthday present."

"The first part?" Dean murmured, moving to press kisses along the skin of Sams neck, sucking small marks as well.

"I got a little thing planned, half for you and half for the souls." Sam said, tilting his head to give Dean more room. "You said you wanted to go back to Lawrence, right?"

"Yeah."

Sam grinned, pulling back enough to look at his brother. "I did a bit of research, took some time." he said, sliding his hands under Deans shirt to feel his skin. "And I found the house that Winchester had years ago."

Dean had stopped for a moment, looking at Sam questioningly, but not saying anything yet.

"And in that house, is a woman with two kids." Sam continued. "Now the kids, we can either leave alone or we can traumatize the crap out of them."

They didn't touch kids, they weren't sure why, but they couldn't bring themselves to hurt children.

But the mother was fair play.

"I was thinking...we go there, have fun with the mother, take her soul." Sam continued. "Figured it was a roundabout way to celebrate but..." he shrugged. "You're the one that wanted to go back to Lawrence."

"Yeah, didn't think of that though." Dean said thoughtfully, hand stroking over Sams cheek down to his neck and shoulder. "And with everything else that's been happening..."

Dean grinned and his eyes went completely black. "I think this is quite therapeutic and I can't wait."

"My thoughts exactly." Sam said, grinning back at him and leaning up to press their foreheads together. "I debated to burn Lawrence to the ground but this is a bit more contained."

"So let's finish up here." Dean said, hand going down to squeeze Sams ass through his pants. "Get back to the motel and get a head start."

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Last chapter I accidentally wrote Lebanon, it was supposed to be Lawrence.