A few days later, Dean shivered as he stared down at the ganked witch whose body slowly turned into that of a dried corpse. He knew she'd cast a spell on him but he also knew that the spell shouldn't affect him now that she was dead. But, if that was true, why did he feel so funny now? He shivered again and felt goosebumps going down his arms and legs.

He quickly went to find her spell book but couldn't really read it. He grabbed it anyway, marking the page it had been on, and took it back to the motel he was staying at. He slammed the door to his room shut and locked it before turning on the laptop that was on the small table. He quickly went to a translation site that contained Latin.

After about twenty minutes with the translator, he slammed his laptop shut and wiped a hand over his face. This curse didn't require the witch to be alive to keep it going. This one was a one and done curse. Worse, he knew he was going to die from it. He only had twenty-two hours left.

He leaned back a moment and thought about what he was going to do. He had no idea where his dad was and Sammy hadn't called him since he went to college, regardless of all the messages that he left. He guessed he had no alternative other than leaving voice messages. So he did that.

Thinking carefully he tried to figure out what else he could do, or rather, needed to do before the end. Then it came to him and he knew. He wanted Sam to have the Impala but didn't know how to get it to him as he had no idea where he actually lived now.

Derek popped into his mind and he thought that was a good idea. He would leave the car with Derek and Sam could come get it there. He wanted to see Derek one more time anyway and it would be better sooner than later when the curse was in full force. In fact, maybe the wolf could find a place to lock him up so that he didn't lose his resolve.

With a resigned sigh, Dean immediately started packing up and quickly left his room, making sure he didn't leave anything behind, especially the spell book. He stored everything away and climbed into the Impala. Did he secretly wish that his family would call him before he was gone? Definitely. Did he expect it? No, he'd more or less given up on expecting anything for anybody anymore.

He started his baby, cranked up his music and sped on his way, knowing this might be a bad idea, but it was something he needed to do. Plus, Derek would be pissed if Dean died without letting the wolf know he was in danger of it. He rolled his eyes at that thought and continued on his way. It was only a six hour drive back to the loft. Surely, he could make it before the worst of it hit.

Derek shot up from a sound sleep, sensing something wasn't right. He heard the rain pounding down on his roof then knocking on the street door and checked his clock. It was four in the morning. What the hell was so important this early other than an emergency.

He jumped down from his loft and headed out the loft door quickly. He jumped over the handle of the landing headed up to the loft and ran to the door. He quickly unlocked it and opened it.

"Dean!" Derek worried as he scanned over the fevered hunter. "Get in here before you get any sicker."

Dean had been stunned but Derek's near nudity again but came back to himself at the mention of sickness. He mumbled under his breath as he crossed the threshold, shivering, "Not possible." He was quickly rethinking this decision based on the desire he felt at the handsome wolf before him. He tried to squash it because he wasn't gay.

But how do you know if you've never tried it, the cursed part of his brain taunted. He almost growled at himself because the cursed brain part had been taunting since he began his journey here.

That's NOT what we are here for, dammit! He blasted internally. It made no difference to the curse which had him hard with no chance of calming for the past two hours. It was driving him crazy.

"What do you mean, 'not possible'?" Derek exclaimed with concern, especially smelling the amount of arousal coming off of the hunter.

"Look, I just came by to drop off my car. My brother, Sam, will come get it when he wants it, if he wants it, and my things. You'll know what to do with them."

Derek became increasingly concerned with Dean's words and the scent of magic on him. He growled at the hunter, unintentionally flashing his blue beta eyes, "What spell was cast on you, dammit?"

Dean shook his head vigorously while he tried to reduce the reaction he had to those blue eyes. He panted out, "Doesn't matter. It can't be reversed and I already ganked the bitch. Look, do you happen to have a place built securely enough to keep someone in, and possibly chained up too?"

Derek growled and grabbed Dean's arms which caused a long drawn out pleasured moan from the hunter. He could tell that Dean wanted to keep him away but Dean's body wouldn't let the hunter have control. He knew it was the curse and searched his mind for what curse could cause this. One thing he did know is that the curse would kill Dean. There is no other reason he would be giving away his things or his baby, the Impala, especially the Impala.

"I have a room upstairs. I'll take you there," Derek offered firmly, not really giving Dean an option. Dean sagged slightly in relief and dizziness. Derek swiftly caught the hunter and picked him up. The wolf flew up the stairs, wanting to get Dean on the couch so that he could check him over.

Derek rushed over to the couch after closing the door. Dean's head was rolling side to side and his eyes kept closing, apparently from the strain of fighting the curse. After a cursory glance, Derek was surprised to see that Dean was very hard. Derek sighed heavily and closed his eyes briefly. He heard of a curse like this but didn't think it was real.

"Dean. Dean, wake up!" Derek ordered forcefully.

Dean shot up, exclaiming, "What? What? Oh, shit!" Dean felt everything in his body hit him again. He whimpered slightly, not knowing how he was going to last sixteen more hours like this.

"Dean, look at me."

Dean slowly looked at Derek sitting on the coffee table next to him. Dean gulped as he really liked what he saw. What was happening to him?

"Tell me that you didn't get hit with a 'sex or die' curse." Derek verified slowly.

Dean groaned again and slightly moved his legs to get some friction while his hand drifted downward.

"Tell me!" Derek ordered again, unintentionally flashing blue eyes at the hunter.

"Fine! I did. Want to tell me what a screw up I am," Dean challenged hotly.

Derek sighed heavily, knowing where that came from. He saw the hunter's hand grip himself and knew there wasn't a lot of time. "Why did you come here?"

"To drop off stuff and say . . ."

"Say goodbye," Derek confirmed, then angrily demanded. "Why haven't you taken care of this yet?"

Dean's other hand moved to his zipper as he answered incredulously, "You think I would pass whatever this is to an unsuspecting female?"

"I don't think it works that way," Derek argued.

"But you don't know and I can't take that chance," he arched into the hand that was now down his pants while letting out a delicious moan.

"Dean. I'm sorry but I can't let you die," Derek started then continued as he moved closer to the hunter's face. "Please don't hate me for this." He quickly closed the distance and kissed Dean full on the mouth.

In Dean's current state, it didn't matter. Someone was kissing him and he had to kiss them back. Plus, what did it matter if he was gay this one time? He was either going to die or, hell, he didn't know and he was tired of thinking. He wrapped a hand around the neck of the person kissing him and let go.

Dean definitely knew how to kiss and he knew he was no slouch either. Derek quickly divested them of their shirts and began kissing down Dean's neck and chest. It was different than kissing a woman but Dean was hot and slightly feminine looking when he was asleep. Plus, he let out the most delicious moans so it still worked for Derek.

He knew Dean was trying to reciprocate but he was too under the spell and weak from the strain of the spell. He decided he wasn't going to do this on the couch. He scooped up the hunter and leaped up to the loft. He laid Dean out on his silk sheeted bed and quickly got rid of the rest of their clothes. He fell onto the hunter and continued kissing him until his far hand found the lube.

"What are you doing?" Dean panted sluggishly.

"Getting lube to open myself up," Derek explained succinctly.

"NO! No, I'm not going to take a chance with you either, Der," Dean argued breathlessly, unable to finish the last of his name.

"You want me to . . ."

"If you are going to stop the curse, that's the way it has to be. I'm on bottom," Dean insisted without a lot of breath. Derek knew how the hunter was so he started to prep Dean slowly. "Fuck, Der. Hurry."

Derek rolled his eyes and did what the hunter insisted. Soon Dean was ready, or as ready as he could be with the insistence, moans and cursing. He moved Dean into the easiest position, or so heard, for men to do this together.

The rest of the night devolved into pleasure for both of them, even though Dean probably won't remember. Derek didn't know if he was happy or sad about it. He knew that he would remember it for a very long time as it was the best sex he'd had in a while.