Next chapter will be posted on Saturday.
Constructive criticism welcome!
*WARNING: Wincest!
Two hours later Dean was sitting in the living room channel surfing when he heard a loud bang. He jolted up and followed the noise, pausing in front of the bathroom just in time to hear hysterical laughter. He threw open the door to find Sam laying on the floor, laughing like crazy. One whiff of the bathroom and Dean knew why.
"Really, Sam? More tequila?" The hunters hysterical laughter began again.
Dean rolled his eyes and chuckled. "Why are you in here?"
Sam suddenly looked serious. "Need to take a shower. But I panicked, so I decided to get some help."
Dean nodded. "How many shots did you have?" He asked as he helped the hunter stand.
"Umm... Four?"
Deans eyes widened a bit. "Four? You can barely handle one!"
Sam laughed, "I tried one. And two. And three. But I still freaked out like a loser. Four did the trick!"
"You're not a loser, Sam. You are drunk, though. How're you gonna wash yourself like this?"
Sam pushed away from the demon. "I'm fine, dude. 'S fine!" He slurred just before he tripped and fell in the shower. He cackled wildly. "See? I made it in the shower okay!"
Dean snickered before he broke out laughing. "Yeah, Sam. That was awesome. Perfect actually." He stepped in the shower to help the hunter up, his face sobering as he realized something. He cleared his throat before saying, "You can't shower like this."
Sam frowned. "But I need to. That's why I drank that nasty brown shit."
Dean snorted. "Well, you can't do it alone. I could help you... If you want?"
Sam smiled. "That's awesome! You're so helpful Dean!"
The demon smirked, holding back laughter. "Alright, chuckles. Let's get your clothes off." Dean carefully pulled Sam's shirt off, being sure to keep a steady hand on him so he wouldn't fall. He tried hard not to stare at the shirtless hunter but damn...
"Quit starin, black eyes." Sam giggled. Dean turned his head to glance at the bathroom mirror. Yup, his eyes were black. Shit. "Sorry." He replied gruffly.
The hunter stared at him, his eyes glassy. "You gonna take your shirt off?"
Dean shook his head. "Nope."
Sam busted out laughing. "So you're gonna take a shower with all your clothes on?"
Dean smirked, "Nope. You're taking a shower. I'm supervising so you don't fall. I can do that out of the shower. Now take your pants off."
Sam pulled the buttons on his jeans apart and pulled them down, kicking them and his boxers out of the shower. The alcohol made his fears disappear, he didn't care that he was naked in front of a powerful demon. "Deeaan."
The demon sighed as he leaned against the counter, his arms crossed. "What?"
Sam stared at him, his glazed eyes full of mischief. "Come here."
Dean stared Sam down, wondering what his game was. He uncrossed his arms and walked to the front of the shower. "What?"
Sam planted his mouth on Deans and pulled at his shirt, looking for the buttons. Problem was, the demon had a t-shirt on with no buttons.
Dean pushed Sam against the back of the shower, holding him there. "No. We had this discussion already. I'm not doing anything with you while you're drunk."
Sam frowned. "Come on, Dean. When I'm sober my fears ruin everything. I do want this, I'm just to much of a coward sober to do it."
The demon growled angrily, his eyes back to normal, "You're not a coward! And I'm not doing anything with you drunk. Not even kissing." Dean backed away and turned the water on. "Now take your damn shower."
Sam managed to shower with only a few saves needed from Dean. He shut the water off and stepped out of the shower, slipping and falling onto Dean as he did so. "Sorry."
The demon shook his head as he steadied the hunter, "It's fine, Sam." Except now the demons shirt was soaked. As Sam slid on some boxers and pants, Dean pulled off his shirt to steal one of Sam's.
The hunter groaned softly at the sight of Deans muscular back. The demon tensed at the sound, his eyes flickered to black. He took a deep breath to steady himself before asking, "Problem, Sam?"
The hunter slowly snuck up behind the demon and placed a warm hand on his bare shoulder. Deans muscles went rigid. "Sammy." He growled warningly.
The hunter wrapped his arms around the demon, feeling his smooth skin and abs. He kissed the demons neck and nibbled his ear lobe before Dean spun around and aggressively kissed the hunter. He growled as he pushed Sam's back to the wall and ran his hand down the hunters bare stomach.
The hunter moaned softly in arousal as Dean unbuttoned Sam's pants. The demon groaned as he gently bit the hunters neck and began to stroke his erection. "You're so fuckin hot, Sammy." Dean hoarsely muttered against Sam's neck before bringing his mouth back to the hunters and gently biting his lip.
Sam stared into Deans black eyes before gently returning the kiss, grazing his tongue over the demons lips. Dean growled before he grabbed Sam's hair and yanked his head back, deepening the kiss. Sam groaned as Dean stroked his dick harder.
Sam stiffened and gasped as he came. He panted as he laid his forehead against Deans, their eyes closed. Sam calmed his breathing as he grabbed Deans pants and unbuttoned them. The demons ebony eyes shot open. "Your turn." Sam whispered hoarsely.
Dean fisted his hair, stopping him. "You don't have to, Sammy."
The hunter locked eyes with him, his gaze pleading. "I want to. Please let me do this for you, Dean. Please."
Deans grip loosened as Sam kneeled before the demon and pulled his dick out. The demon stared down at the hunter, waiting for a sign of fear, a signal that this was to much. He didn't get one as Sam hesitantly licked the head of the demons cock.
Dean threw his head up and inhaled through his teeth. Sam took that as a good sign and started licking and sucking Deans dick. The demon growled, sounding animalistic. "Fuck, Sammy. Use your teeth." He groaned as he ran his hand through Sam's hair.
The hunter sucked on Deans cock, grazing his teeth over it. Dean snarled.
"You keep that up and I'm not gonna last." He said hoarsely. Sam repeated the action a few times until Dean fisted his hair. "I'm gonna come, Sammy. Let go."
The hunter sucked and grazed his teeth over Dean again, making the demon come in his mouth. He swallowed it as he stood up. He couldn't help staring at Deans eyes, still black as night. "Your eyes are pretty." He blurted without thinking.
Dean snickered. "Gee, thanks Sam. That makes me feel real manly." The hunter chuckled in response. Deans eyes flashed back to normal as he froze. "Shit. You're drunk and we just... No. No! FUCK!" The demon ran his hands through his hair as he realized what he'd done. "Sammy, I'm so damn sorry. Fuck!" He apologized hoarsely, panic in his voice.
Sam shook his head, "No Dean, it's all good. I wanted it!"
The demon laughed harshly. "Of course you did, you're drunk. When you're sober... You're gonna hate me. You SHOULD hate me. This is... " he trailed off, unable to find the right word for this fucked up mess he'd done.
Sam narrowed his eyes. "I won't hate you, Dean. And I won't blame you for shit because I WANTED THIS!" He yelled, trying to get it through the demons head.
Dean backed away, shaking his head. "Get dressed, Sam." He said softly before buttoning his pants and grabbing a clean shirt. He bolted to the kitchen, sliding on the shirt. He looked out the window, staring at Baby, his mind spinning.
After carefully changing his pants and donning a shirt Sam followed Dean to the kitchen. He stood in the doorway, watching the tense demon. "You're freaking out for nothing."
Dean smirked sadly, lowering his head. "You say that now. When the tequilas gone it'll be a different story." He turned around, not meeting Sam's eyes. "Speaking of which, you ready to go sleep it off?"
Sam nodded. He turned to walk out of the kitchen and hit the door frame face first. "Son of a bitch!" He yelled as he grabbed his nose.
Dean broke out laughing, unable to stop it. "Damn, you are one clumsy drunk Sammy." He snickered.
Sam glared at Dean as he followed him to the bedroom. He laid on the bed, watching as Dean went to grab the chair. "No way, Dean. You need to quit this, you're way overreacting!"
The demon glared at Sam, dropping the chair. "'Overreacting'? Sam, you can't give consent when you're drunk, you can't even walk a straight line! I freakin molested you!"
Sam sat up, "Shut up Dean! You didn't molest me, I wanted it! I gave my consent... Hell, I begged you!"
Dean shook his head, there was no use arguing with a drunk Sam. "I'm not sleeping unless you get in this damn bed with me." Sam growled, feeling pissed off.
Dean sighed wearily as he sat on the bed. "Happy?"
"Lay down." Sam demanded. Dean groaned in irritation before laying his head on the pillow. He glanced at Sam and grabbed his hand before staring up at the ceiling. "Happy yet? Now sleep."
Sam snaked an arm around Deans stomach and cuddled up against him before the demon had time to react.
Dean tensed and tried to remove Sam's arm. "No, Sam. You're gonna wake up, remember and freak out. And I don't have the cuffs on so even if you don't remember you're still gonna freak out."
"Shut up." Sam mumbled against Deans shoulder, his arm locked around the demon.
Dean groaned in frustration before he gave up and let the hunter have his way for once. He listened to Sam's breathing, trying to calm himself enough to sleep. As he started to relax he stared down at Sam. The hunter was starting to mean a lot to him, more than he'd like to admit.
He was so pissed at himself for not having more self control, for giving in to his physical desires. As he closed his tired eyes he just hoped when the hunter woke up he wouldn't be triggered by what had happened.