Old Friend, New Friend Ch 6
Silence still filled the room as the men sat there, relishing in the sweet scent. The shower had turned on a while back, and they had figured that Scott was just cleaning all the blood away, he also didn't have any clothes with him that they knew of, and anything pertaining to pants that they gave him wouldn't fit, and what about underwear? Thats just weird; sharing underwear, the Winchesters didn't even do that, that would be just to screwed up to even think.
Castiel could have fixed the whole place and Scott's woredrobe. And for that there was a reason, and Cas hated that reason. When god had agreed to let Castiel care for Scott there had been rules; and those rules had to be fallowed to the rule or god would exacute them both. Castiel could not fix anything that belongs to Scott. He couldn't fix the green carpet because Scott's blood had soaked into the fibers, he couldn't fix Scott's glasses because they belonged to the boy, Cas couldn't even help heal the boy not only because he didn't have enough grace, but because it was Scott, that was also why Cas couln't fix Scott's clothes, becuse they belonged to him and were covered in his blood. Scott could be dying from an infection that the boy or docters couldn't heal, and Cas could be they only was to drain the infection away, but couldn't because it would get them both killed. Castiel had tried, beleive you me, he tried but anything he tried would just make what ever was hurting the boy worse; so after the first few tries Castiel never tried again.
The shower had been going on for a while now and Castiel was starting to get worried. Even though he was an angel and not human, he had learned from Dean that a person only needs aproxamentally 15 minutes for a shower; and Scott had been in there for over 30 minutes. This was worry some indeed. As Castiel got up from Sam's bed and made his way toward the bathroom; stepping over the blood trail, he started the brothers from their daze. He knock on the door, as he had also learned to do, and called to Scott; when he got no answer back , he glanced at the brothers worriedly. They had watched the incedent and also became worried; they grabbed their guns and headed towards the door. Castiel stepped out of the way, as the brothers stood readily on either side. Sam's held the door knob and turned it flinging the door open as Dean counted to 3.
As they burst into the small bathroom, they were greeted by no resistence as there was no one they could see. They lowered thier guns as they survayed to room; the shirt Dean had given Scott was hanging on the towel rack, there was no other clothing. The shower was still running but the Brothers couldn't sense any movement behind the closed curtian. Cas stepped in the room, he could sense Scott's grace, but it was spread all arould the small space.
Sam stepped carefully toward the shower a hand reaching for the curtian, he glanced at Dean who nodded and readied his gun. With another nod, Sam yanked the curtain open. From where Dean and Cas were they couldn't see anything but an empty shower, Sam on the other hand got an eye full. He quickly shut of the now cold water as he tucked his gun in his pants waste band; the air filled with loud snoring. Cas and Dean stood there, some what surprised at the lawn mower noise that met their ears, Castiel didn't even know Scott snored that loud, Scott never slept with him in the same room before.
Sam bent down, sliding his arms under the boys head and knees; grunting a little with the extra weight as he stood up. He glanced at the kids stomach; there was a huge yellowy-green bruise covering his whole 8abeduhmon8, that was gonna be tender when he woke up, Sam thought in sympathy. As he stood, Sam adjusted the boy more comfortably, his shirt becoming damp as the wetness spread from the boy to his chest. Scott shifted in his sleep, curling towards Sam's warmth; Scott nuzzling his neck sleepaly. Sam felt a heat deep inside of him burst free as the boy nuzzled his neck, the sweet scent of the boy filling his nose. Sam clutched the shivering boy close as he walked in to the main room; Dean and Cas stepping aside. As Sam stepped over the blood trail; it slowly started to diasapear. Sam didn't notice as he set Scott on the closest bed, which happened to be his. Dean and Castiel on the other hand did see and were confused; Dean glanced at Cas, who shrugged at his charge(such a human jesture), he did not do this. They looked at it a second longer before it completley disapeared, leaving once again plain green carpet.
As one they watched Sam with Scott. Sam was oblivious as he dried the boy off; he had to grab a towel on the way out as Dean and Cas couldn't aparenty get over that the kid snored like a chain saw. Sam carefully rubbed the slowly disapearing bruise on Scott's 8abedomin8, he glanced at his bare chest before ruffling through Deans duffle bag for another shirt. When he found one he slipped it on the limp form; he slept like a firggin log! Taking off his wet hikers and socks, Sam dried his legs and than feet; Scott jerk a bit when Sam touched his sensative feet, but other than that he stay asleep. Sam glanced at the soaked shorts, what was he supposed to do with them? Dean was smaller than himself but had no track pants as Dean tended to sleep in his boxers; Sam had track pants as he tended to like being clothed if ever attacked or kidnapped in the night. So, his track pants it would be, but how to take off Scott's shorts and put on Sam's track pants without feeling like he violated the kid. And what about underwear? No way would Sam put a pair of his or Deans on the kid, so comando it would be! He thought for a second; how was he supposed to do this? He glanced at Dean and Cas accross the room; Cas stairing at him blackly waiting for him to take action, his blue eye's filled with slight amusement; Dean had a smirk on his face, it looked smug as if Dean had bet all the money on the world that Sam wouldn't be able to go through with, but soon the smirk would vanish as Sam found his plan of action.
With deft fingers Sam un buttoned Scott's shorts, once done he laid the damp towel over top. With one more glance at the kids face, Sam grabbed the bands of his shorts and boxers pulling them down as smoothly as he could, the towel still covered his area. Sam calused finger glided down smooth skin of thighs as he finalt mad it to the feet. Chucking the shorts and boxer to where the hikers were, Sam padded Scott's thighs, trying to dry them as affectively as he could. He then grabbed a pair of navy blue sweats, rolling the up he slipped Scott's feet in first, than knees, he had reached the towel. Crap! He hadn't thought this far. How was he supposed to get them all the way up without fondling the poor kid?
He heard a chuckled, and turned to see Dean come and sit on his bed, smiling like a chessior cat. Sam glared hard at his brother.
"Well? What are you waiting for, Sammy?" He laughed.
Sam intencified his glare, Dean laughed harder. "Your real sick, you know that?"
"But your the one doing it!" his eyes started to water.
"Cas?" Sam pleaded.
"You are doing just fine Samuel." Castiel said calmling, observing with his hands in his trench pockets. "I believe he is in good hands."
"Why can't you just zapp clothes on him again?" Sam asked, he could beleive he hadn't asked already.
"I can not." Cas said, hidden fury laced his words.
"Why not?" Dean's interest was peaked, he had totaly forgot about Cas's fix it power.
"It is the rules." he clenched his fists.
"The rules?" Dean was incrediless, he thought they talked about this!
"Yes, Dean, the rules!" why couldn't Dean understand, if only this once. Yes, it was about loyalty, but not to god not this time.
"Cas, I thought we ta-"
"We did talk about it , Dean!" the angels voice was rising with his irritation.
Sam glanced down just as Scott shifted in his slumber, causing the towel to slide revealing pale smooth thigh. As he reached down to reajust the cloth, eyes locked on flesh, his fingers brushed the silky skin , goose flesh came alive in its wake. Scott moaned and twisted as a shiver went down his spine and settle in his groin. Sam gave a shuddering breath as he had caused this noise to come forth from the boy; he was so going to hell. He glanced at Cas and Dean who were still arguing, they saw nothing. He sat on the edge of the bed, and reached slowly under the t-shirt, placing his big hand on the now healed stomach. He brushed his fingers down Scott's stomach, the muscle twitching in antisipation. He made his way over the belly button and reached a very light happy trail. Tracing it with a finger he trailed to the end to meet a cluster of as equaly light hair, Sam wiggled his fingers causing Scott to moan again. A bulg appeared under the ascued towel.
Scott's gray eyes opened, his face flushed with heat, and his diolated eyes met those of equal diolatedity brown. His breath comming fast as he held his hand out to Sam, asking if he really wanted to do this. Sam's heart hammered in his chest as the buldge in his own pants grew even harder. Sam took the smaller hand and let out a quiet groan.
The next thing Sam knew, he was laying ontop of Scott, the only thing between total skin contact was the towel between them. Sam quickly glanced around them; if Cas and Dean saw this they would be dead for sure. (cas and dean in different room still arguing)
Scott grabbed Sam's face between his hands, forcing Sam to look him in the eye. "Our little secret, Sam." Scott leaned forward and planted a kiss on Sam's firm lips, Sam kissed back amediatly. He ran his tongue along Scott's full lips, demanding entrance. Scott opened up instentally. Sam thought that he would meet braces but instead met smooth, straight teeth. He tenderly bit Scott's lips as he pulled away. They groaned insinque as the ground against each other, the friction of the towel causeing precum to come forth.
Sam couldn't take it any longer as he reached between their naked bodies and yanked the towel out from between them. The instint their shafts touched the room filled with groans and moans as heat filled their bellies. Scott arched into Sam; he had never done woth type of thing before and wished all the years ago he had. And Sam hadn't had sex sense Jess, three years of pent up heat pouring off of him and soaking into the body under him. He reached between the grabbing the the boys peice, his shaft fitting perfectly in Sam's hand, like a puzzle peice. Scott gripped the sheets as Sam's hand moved up and down, pumping his cock. They both panted as they were getting close to their climax, Sam pumping Scott's cock, and though Sam had not been touched, the rubbing of his cock against Scott's thigh was working just fine.
Scott rapped his legs around Sam's waist, pulling them closer together. "I want you in me now, Sam." his voice rough with his arousel; he want Sam so bad he could already feel Sam's length filling him up. Just to prove his point, Scott grabed the mans shaft, his cock big in Scott's smaller hands. The boy sqeezed his shaft as he ran a thumb over Sam's sensative slit; smearing the precum. He lifted up slightly and possioned Sam at his tight opening. As Sam's head touched the hot ring of muscle, it took every thing he had not to cum all over the kids ass. Sam looked into Scott's gray eyes and saw the want that reflected in his own. Without even giving it a second thought, Sam plunged his swollen cock into that hot tight tunnel.
As Sam's cock breched his enterence, Scott didn't even feel pain at not having his ass preped as the most intence pleasure shot through to his core; Sam hit his prostate on enterance. Sam was moaning like a wild animal as he pounded into Scott, the friction of the tight hole doing wonders to his hard cock. Scott wasn't to far off, as with perfect persition, Sam hit his prostate every single thrust
The minutes past slowly for the two as they reached their climax, releasing their seed as one. Scott's, spattered on Sam's stomach, as Sam's filled Scott's tunnel. Sam grunted as he pulled himself free, flopping down beside Scott. They lay in silence, catching there breaths.
Scott turned on his side snuggling closer to Sam, he lay his haand on Sam's soiled stomach, his pupils flickering as he made his cum disapear as if it were never there; Scott lay his head against Sam's chest; Sam's sperm absorbed in to his skin, mixing with his blood.
A soft smile graced Sam's lips as Scott curled around him, he intwined their fingers that lay on his stomach. He had never felt this way before; this calm free feeling, Sam wanted to feel like this all the time.
"You can." Scott said softly against Sam's neck. He himself would love to do this again.
"I can what?" Sam asked drowsily, turning his face into the hybrids black silky hair.
"Do this again, forever." Scott tried to keep his eye's open, fighting the fatigue Sam's scent was giving him. All human have their own scent, and each scent is intoxicating in it's own way.
"This?" Sam questioned, he knew perfectly well what the boy was talking about; but he just love the sound of Scott's voice.
Scott smiled, he couldn't help but listen to Sam's mind, and feel his feelings at the moment. "Yes, Sam." Scott laughed, "This." as if to demonstrate his point, Scott slowly suckled Sam's callor bone; the suction bringing the blood vessels forth, leaving a bloth of rose on Sam's tan skin. Scott chuckled as Sam scwormed at the attention. "We should get back before Castiel and Dean notice we're gone." Scott said sullenly one Sam stopped.
"You right." Sam said, in the heat of the moment he had forgotten about his brother and the angel. He went to get up, but Scott pulled him down. Sam looked at him, confused, "You just said that we should get back."
"Sam," Scott chidded, "I'm not all powerful for nothing." Scott sat up, their fingers still intwined. "You should go to sleep, Sam." He told the man.
Sam was about to protest but Scott coverd his lips witha kiss. He slowly ran soft fingers down the side of Sam's face, warmth blooming were he touched. A thick drowseyness came over Sam as Scott ran deft fingers through his thick locks. Sam's eye's drooped, but he tried to fight it to no avail; deep brown diapeared from sight.
Without even a thought, they were back in the room. Sam was back in his clothes, sound asleep in his bed; he to was dressed, in the to big track pants and shirt Sam intended him to wear.
"Than what do you call this!" Dean said, jesturing widely at nothing. There conversation or inactuality arguement continueing as if there was no time dilay between Scott and Sam leaving to now.
Scott stood on the bed were he had sat, his hand held the bunched up pants material, holding the at his waist. He queitly stepped over Sam's sleeping from; the matress becoming firmer and the thin blankets morphed into a fluffy comforter. As he reached the edge of the mattress Scott bent his knee's slightly, he pushed, breaching the gape between the beds. He landed lightly on Dean's bed, as he bounced slightly the bed changed to one like Sam's. He bent his knee's again, and pushed. Scott bounced sighlently on Dean's bed as the hunter and angel continued thier arguement obliviously.
"What I call this, Dean, is not killing my nephew." Cassy-Cas said quietly to the fumming Winchester.
"What?" Dean faltured, not expecting this. No, he thought it was the angel being his warrior of god, listen to all rules Cas. "How?" he asked Cas, turning to Sam's bed; only to come face to face with a bouncing Scott, Dean took a surprised step back.
"Hi." Scott said with a wave of his hand.
Dean looked from Scott to a sleeping Sam and back again, confused. How had Sam already put pant's on the kid and gone to sleep. Where the hell did those conforters come from? He watched Scott intently, his mind racing a thousand miles a minute.
Scott glanced at Cas who had taken a step forward, his ocean eye's sqwinted as he watched Scott carefully; Scott smiled nerviously. Cas's eyes locked onto his mouth, than he looked fearcely into the boy's gray eye's. "You didn't." the angel said with anger, taking another step towards the boy. Scott stopped bouncing as he opened his mouth to deneye it, giving Castiel all the proof he needed. Now he was inches from the boy, "I can smell him on you- Inside you Scott. there's no point in thrying to deneye it!" Cas grabbed Scott's wrist, causing the side of his pant's to droop, his pail thigh showed slightly; the sight catching Dean's eye. Castiel pulled the arm towards him, bringing it near his nose, he inhaled sharply as his nose travelled up the boys arm, stoping at his elbow, he could defenitly smell Sam. He let go of the arm before he tugged Scott's shirt revealing a flat stoamch, Cas didn't even glance up as he placed his hand over Scott's stomach; he closed his eyes, trying to feel for another presents.
When he found nothing he took his hand away, letting the shirt fall back in place. He grabbed Scott's face between his hands, pulling his face close. "Put them back on." Cas comanded softly, looking into cloud gray eyes. Scott felt a slight presure as he put his braces back on.
Scott's lip's trembled as he felt Cassy-Cas's breath gosh over his lips. He leaned forward until he felt those slightly chapped lips touch his own, Cas's lips moved against his almost immediatly. Scott leaned against the angel rapping his arms around Castiel's neck, he lifted himself up slightly so he could rap his legs around Cas's waist; his pants slipped down even more, revealing his smooth perky ass.
Dean watched as the angel and hybrid kissed hungerly, a heat settling in his groin as he grew hard at the sight. Scott could feel Castiel's hard cock settle against the crack of his ass, as his own pocked the older man in the stomach. He missed this so much; the feel of Castiel's thick cock, the way it filled him just so.
Dean shock his head, the haze falling away; he cleared his throat loudly, startling the two. They lips froze for a second before pulling away from each other, their heavy breaths colliding in the space between them. They slowly turned their heads towards Dean, faces flushed in arousal.
"Bed, time." Scott panted out, sliding down Castiel's body; his bare feet landind on top of Cas's dress shoes; Scott did not want to touch the floor with his bare feet, he had a thing about that kind of thing.
Cas nodded in agreement as he walked towards the table with Scott balanced on top of his feet. He stood in front of one chair, and Scott plopped on to it as a cusion appeared under his ass; he held his feet into the air as Cas sat in the other chair just as another cusion appeared, than placed his still bare feet on Cas's leather clad ones.
Scott turned and stared up into Dean's green hues, he smiled sweetly, "Good night, Dean." His neck went slack suddenly, causing his head to fall back as his eye's closed, mouth slightly open as a loud rumble of a snore erupted out of his chest.
Dean glanced at Castiel, who just stared at him with ocean orbs. "Bed time than." he said weirdly as he turned to his bed he stripped off his clothes until he was just in his boxers. He glanced at Castiel and Scott one last time as a small shiver climbed down his spine, he climbed under the comforter, and was lulled to sleep by Scott's loud snoring; feeling safe under Castiel's watch full eye.
NOTE: if you comment, please be nice; this was my first ever slash scene.