As Sam left the kitchenette, Lucifer landed on his shoulder again. The heels of his boots hit hard and his wing struck Sam's ear. He was clearly still mad, but he couldn't do much damage. Not even if he decided to start biting.

Sam took Dean through the bedroom and into the bathroom. Everything in there was just as neat as the rest of the apartment, probably cementing Sam's type-A personality even further in Dean's head. He didn't have a tub, but he did have a double-wide shower stall. Hopefully they'd both fit.

Seeing Dean examine his toothbrush, toothpaste, mouthwash, and floss, all laid out in a tight row on the counter, Sam realized something.

"Sorry," he apologized. "You didn't bring anything with you." He had both hands on the top button of his shirt but hadn't made a move to undo it yet, anxiety beginning to creep in. "I shouldn't've asked you to stay the night."

"I'll survive," Dean assured him with a smile. "If you really want me to stay with you, I'm not gonna leave."

He transferred Crowley from his shoulder to the bathroom counter. Castiel fluttered down to join him, then Dean shrugged out of his jacket and pulled his shirt off, clearly not anywhere near as self-conscious as Sam was. As he let them both drop to the floor, Sam's cock perked up again at the sight of his pecs and biceps, both large and shapely. More freckles on his chest, stomach, and arms, small, dark nipples, a tuft of dark golden hair right in the middle of his chest...there was almost too much to look at. Maybe his stomach wasn't perfectly flat, but with everything else he had going for him, who cared?

Dean chuckled. His voice had dropped some and Sam hoped that it was because he was horny. He scanned his groin, looking for signs, but a semi was hard to spot in loose jeans.

"Been a while since anybody looked at me like that."

"Been a while for me, period," Sam admitted, before sucking it up. He undid his buttons, one by one, and then finally shrugged out of his shirt. Lucifer took off, and Ruby climbed onto the top of his head.

Sam knew he wasn't bad-looking. He wasn't as heavily-muscled as Dean, but he ran regularly and managed to ignore Ruby when it came to food and drink most of the time, so he was lean. But it was still a relief to see the look of appreciation on Dean's face as he looked him up and down.

"Y'know what they call moles?" Dean asked, taking half a step forward to close the distance between them in the tiny bathroom. He put a hand out, paused, seemed to take Sam not pulling away as permission, and touched one on his ribcage. "Angel kisses."

Sam snorted a little. "Even if that were true, my angel bites."

Dean laughed out loud at that. "Yeah, I bet he does." He stepped back again, kicking off his shoes, then started in on his jeans. Sam took the opportunity to turn the water on, since it usually took a couple minutes to get hot.

Showering together didn't go quite like Sam had wanted it to. The spray from the shower head couldn't cover both of them at once, so no matter how they stood, at least one of them was going to be cold. Shuffling around barefoot in the narrow space was awkward, and they had an audience in the form of their angels and demons, all sitting in a row on top of the curtain rod. Every time Sam looked up at them, Lucifer was glaring murderously at Castiel, Ruby was fuming, Castiel was slowly opening and closing his wings and looking mildly displeased about what the humidity was doing to his feathers, and Crowley seemed to be wishing he was anywhere else.

Dean was inches away from Sam, though, and he was touching him, and Sam was feeling brave enough to touch him back, all the skin-on-skin contact going straight to his groin. He was fully hard and had been for a while, although he didn't know about Dean. He was too shy to look and see.

They were laughing at the awkwardness of the whole situation as they washed their hair, both using Sam's shampoo, helping each other.

"I could've told you the shower thing's complicated," Dean commented. He had way less hair than Sam, so he'd already finished soaping it up. He stuck his head under the water, eyes squeezed shut. "Unless you've got a really awesome shower. But you seemed pretty dead set on it."

"You've fucked people with awesome showers." Crowley spoke up from the rod. "In their awesome showers. You should tell him about your past conquests."

"I'm having fun." Hands buried in the huge sudsy mess that was his hair right now, Sam acted like Crowley hadn't said anything. "Even though I'm literally freezing my ass off...move over." He made to get under the spray, and Dean obligingly made room for him. Their hips and thighs pressed together, becoming slick with soap as Sam rinsed. He kept talking, even though that meant he had to spit every time a bubble snuck into his mouth, which wasn't at all attractive. Maybe it was just because he was so tired, but what he was feeling right now spilled easily out of him. "I feel...really good when I'm with you, Dean. Really comfortable. Not that I've been 'with' you all that long, but still."

Dean chuckled, low and throaty, and put an arm around Sam's waist. Sam automatically leaned into him.

"Don't go getting all sappy on me," he murmured into Sam's ear. It felt weird to have another human being doing that. "I think we've had more than enough chick-flick moments for tonight."

Sam's hair was free of shampoo now. He opened his eyes, turned his head, and kissed Dean again. From Dean's reaction, he'd been expecting it. He turned his body so he could wrap his other arm around Sam. Sam felt something hard and thick resting against his stomach. He pushed Dean back against the tiled wall with a sudden burst of dominance that'd come from god-only-knew-where. Dean purred approvingly into his mouth.

"Easy there, tiger," he whispered against Sam's swollen lips when they had to pull apart. His rough hands ran slowly down Sam's back to cup his ass, and Sam shivered.

He looked down at their cocks, side by side between their stomachs. They were honestly pretty close in length and girth, which surprised him. His was way darker, though, and Dean's had more of a curve to it. Dean's hair was also shorter. It wasn't expertly groomed or anything, but it was clear he'd made an effort. Sam couldn't help him being a little embarrassed of his own untamed bush, also darker than Dean's. It hadn't even occurred to him.

With difficulty, Sam tore his eyes away and lifted them back up to Dean's. His own arms had found their way around Dean's torso. For a few seconds, they just held each other, eyes locked. It didn't feel awkward. Sam was shocked by all the yellows and blues in Dean's green eyes. There was no sound besides the water. Of course it didn't take long for the peanut gallery to chime in.

"Go ahead. Fuck him raw...on the first date." Crowley.

"Kick him out. It's not too late for that." Ruby.

"Take care of him, Dean." Castiel.

And from Lucifer, mercifully, nothing but angry flapping.

Dean smirked, and Sam couldn't tell if he was embarrassed or completely tuning all of them out.

"You've kinda been looking at my mouth all night," he murmured, and Sam felt himself blush. All night? "It's okay, I get it." He took one hand off Sam's ass and brought it around his hip. The closer his fingertips got to the base of Sam's cock, the more Sam's lower stomach twitched. His breath stuttered into him as Dean dragged his fingers through his pubic hair, then cupped his shaft in his palm. He moved slowly, like he was giving Sam ample opportunity to pull away or tell him to stop. "Wanna see what it can do with this monster?"

Dean began to drop to his knees, but Sam put a hand on his shoulder to stop him. It took some effort to turn down his first blowjob in years.

"Good call," Ruby said approvingly. "You've got no idea what he's got."

"Usually, Ruby'd prefer I act like a hooker with a nightly quota," Sam told Dean. He was surprised by how husky his voice came out. "But tonight, all she's wanted is for me to stay away from you. That makes me think you must be good for me." Feeling brave, he kissed Dean again, then let their foreheads rest against each other as he put a hand between their bodies. "You've done so much for me tonight. I wanna make you feel good."

He lifted his head so he could see to grab his mostly-full bottle of lube off the corner shelving. He pushed his dick against Dean's, entire body shuddering at the sensation, then wrapped his free hand around both of them at once. He barely managed it, despite how big his hands were. He popped open the cap on the lube with his thumb, upended the bottle, and let the contents drizzle down between his and Dean's stomachs. It mixed with the precome already leaking out of both of them. Dean groaned, long and low, in the very back of his throat, and Sam had to focus on all kinds of unsexy things to keep himself from coming. Most of them involved Lucifer.

"Like I said." Dean's voice was a raspy whisper. "Whatever you wanna do."

They came together in yet another kiss as, slowly, Sam started moving his hand up and down their lengths. Dean cupped the back of his head with one hand and put the other at the very base of his spine, pulling him closer. Sam started picking up the pace, falling back on rhythms and patterns he knew he liked, and Dean opened his mouth to him. Sam nipped his plump bottom lip, and literally felt a wave of pleasure travel through him.

Sam rocked his hips in time with the movement of his hand. There wasn't a ton of friction, so maybe he'd used too much lube, but there wasn't a lot he could do about that now. Besides, it wasn't like it was going to take much to get him over the edge. He could already feel his climax building in the pit of his stomach, balls tightening and pins and needles running up his spine. Dean began to push back against him, thrusting on his own as Sam jerked them both off at once. He pulled him down into another deep, open-mouthed kiss.

"I want you," Dean murmured a few long seconds later, as they both sucked in the steamy air. His lips brushed against Sam's. "All of you. The whole thing."

Sam grunted, then moaned, the pitch going up at the end. He shook against Dean as come gushed out of him, splattering his hand and both of their cocks. He felt it between their chests, too.

It wasn't a mind-blowing orgasm by any means. He'd definitely had better, and it only lasted a few seconds. But any orgasm was a good one, and it came with a tremendous sense of release. Partially because it was literally the first one he'd ever had without commentary from Lucifer.

Coming left Sam fuzzy-headed and shaky-legged. He wasn't about to leave Dean blue-balled, though. He managed another couple of quick jerks, despite his rapidly-softening dick balking at the contact, and then Dean was finishing with a couple of short, sharp cries. Sam let his hand drop and leaned heavily against him, water, lube, and come mixing between their bodies, and Dean braced himself against the wall in order to keep them both upright.

He'd fisted his hand in Sam's freshly-washed hair as he came, pulling on his scalp, but now he slowly relaxed. His fingers slowly trailed down Sam's spine to join the others near the base, almost like he was petting him. It felt nice.

"You screwed up, Sam," Ruby said accusingly. "I hope you regret what you just did."

"Shu - " A yawn interrupted Sam. "Shut up." God, did Dean smell good. Sam's chin was resting on his shoulder, so his nose was right next to his neck. There was Sam's shampoo, of course, and whatever generic cologne Dean'd put on tonight, but also machine oil and leather and the faintest hint of what Sam thought might be vanilla. Plus sulfur, because it was the left side of his neck.

"You tell her," Dean mumbled.

"I suppose it could've been worse," Crowley conceded. It sounded like he was talking to Castiel. "He didn't literally stick his dick in crazy."

"Be quiet," Castiel murmured.

It took a few minutes for Sam and Dean both to muster the strength to get cleaned up, and even then, it was a rush job. Sam was definitely going to have to do a more thorough scrubbing tomorrow and use actual body wash, but he didn't mind. He'd been dead on his feet even before he'd come, and that'd knocked him flat on his ass. Metaphorically speaking.

They toweled off. Dean pulled his boxers and T-shirt back on, and Sam grabbed fresh ones of his own. He practically fell into bed once he was dressed, hair still damp and body aching from how hard he'd pushed himself earlier. Ruby and Lucifer, who'd just gotten back on his shoulders, relocated to the headboard. Lucifer seemed to have given up on his seal for the moment, which probably meant he was plotting, but Sam couldn't bring himself to worry about that right now.

The mattress dipped as Dean climbed onto it. He hesitated before laying down.

"How d'you want me to - ?"

"Stay close, but give him space," was Castiel's suggestion.

"Please. Sharing a bed's nowhere near all it's cracked up to be, and you definitely don't want to wind up opening this particular can of worms any further than you have already. Let's go home," was Crowley's.

"However you want," was Sam's, delivered into his pillow.

Dean waited a beat, then stated, "So, in the manliest way possible. You wanna be big or little spoon?"

"Uh..." Sam raised his head a little, turning it in order to squint at Dean in the darkness. "...little?"

Dean immediately settled down behind him, kicking his legs under the covers and draping one arm loosely over Sam. As he scooted in close, he warned, "If I get your hair in my mouth, you're in trouble."

That coaxed a soft laugh out of Sam. "Keep your mouth away from my hair, then." He didn't think he'd ever actually, literally slept with someone, and it felt good. Weird, but good. He could hear Dean breathing, feel his arms and legs against him, and the warmth and safety more than made up for not having as much space in the bed.

"Rub against him," Ruby urged from the headboard. "Tease him, then see what he does. Should bring his real personality right out."

Sam heard Dean lift his head off the pillow. "Want me to seal her, too?"

"Don't," Crowley warned. "You've done enough damage."

"It's okay." Sam yawned again. "She'll be quiet soon, and I'm already gonna have Lucifer super pissed at me."

Dean lowered his head, arm tightening almost protectively around Sam. Sam had just closed his eyes when, voice quiet, Dean said, "If you ignore pretty much everything besides his caste, it's pretty awesome you've got an archangel."

Sam snorted.

"I'm serious! Only super important people get archangels. The president's got Michael, and look at all the stuff he's done. That chef...don't remember her name right now, but the one who's super into world hunger? The Nobel Peace Prize one? She's got Gabriel." Dean gave him a squeeze. "You're gonna change the world, I know it. In a good way."

Sam realized he was smiling despite himself. "You still want me, then?"

"Hell, yeah," Dean told him. "I'm not going anywhere."

"I know what you're thinking, Dean," Castiel began gravely above them, "but it's much too soon to tell him you love him."

Dean tensed, and Crowley snickered. Sam looked up at the headboard, easily able to pick out the red glow of Lucifer's halo and glaring eyes. He waited to feel fear, dread, anxiety, but none of them came. He moved his arm, placing his hand over Dean's.

"Good." He closed his eyes. "I feel the same way."