Near enough an hour later, after Dean and Sam have devoured their chosen sandwiches and cleaned up afterwards, they both decide to have a shower before hitting the hay. While Dean turns it on and checks every so often to make sure that it's nice and warm for them, Sam's sitting on the double bed, worrying again about telling Dean that he's pregnant with his baby and how it's going to affect their lives after it's born. He can't seem to help it, it's just a situation they haven't fully talked about yet.
"Penny for your thoughts, Sammy?" Dean asks, leaning against the door-frame between the two rooms in just a towel that's wrapped loosely round his waist, that gorgeous smirk across those cherry lips.
Sam shakes the thoughts away and decides that now's not yet the time to tell him, "It's nothing," he lies, a fake smile forming which he hopes will cause Dean to at least drop it for now, "Just thinking, that's all."
Dean nudges himself off the door-frame and steps up to Sam, pulling him to his feet and into the bathroom, the pattering of water from the shower soothing Sam's tension, if only a little, "Then why don't you stop thinking and watch while I take your clothes off," Dean grins, winking at his Sasquatch as his fingers begin to trail down Sam's shirt, caressing each button before undoing them until they're all done. Whilst still looking up into those hazel eyes, that glisten like stars, Dean pulls the shirt over Sam's broad shoulders and flings somewhere in the room, not caring in the slightest where it lands, before turning his attention to the annoying buttons on Sam's jeans.
Kneeling down, with his towel still on mind you, Dean unbuttons the jeans in no time at all and slowly pulls the zip down before opening them out, revealing boxers underneath. Evidently Dean notices the hardening flesh behind the imprisoning fabric and happily indulges in freeing it by pulling both jeans and boxers down, allowing Sam to step out of them who then pulls off his socks.
Back to standing up Dean basks in the sight of a very tall, completely naked Sammy, thanks to the bathroom light that reflects nicely off of his taut muscles situating mainly on his biceps, pectorals and most definitely his abs. Now wanting Sam to bask in all the glory Dean trails his hand to the fold in the towel, and reminding Sam of this "little manoeuvre" back at Fork Mountain, he tugs at it and allows it to drop around his feet.
"My, my, my. I could "eat" you all up," Sam utters softly, stepping up to Dean and planting a sweet yet swift kiss on those cherry lips he loves so much.
When he pulls away Sam watches Dean hungrily as he licks his lips, a smirk forming in the corner of his mouth, "Really? You've only just eaten."
Sam snatches another swift kiss and smiles dimply, "Oh, I think I've got room to fit you in. Come on, lets get in before the water gets cold." And with that Sam pulls Dean with him to the shower curtain, pulling it back so Dean can step in before following him in himself.
Standing under the spray Dean combs his fingers through his short, brown hair, loving the sensation of the warm water saturating his skin before Sam takes over, his fingers now running through his hair, massaging it gently and causing Dean to feel all goosepimply. Sam then takes this moment to capture his lips again, now tasting even better now that it mixes their saliva with the water from the shower overhead. Once they pull away for breath, Sam teases Dean with a chaste kiss to his jaw-line, gently pulling his head back to attack his Adam's Apple which bobs up then down as Dean swallows a lump in his throat. Sam wraps his arms round Dean, placing his palms firmly on his back, as he continues his assault on Dean's Apple.
It should be me leading on but god, is this freakin' hot! Dean tells himself, the sexual tension between them scrambling his very brain he can't think straight as Sam's tongue and lips trail down to the crevice between his pectorals…
Meanwhile, while the two are having their "rendezvous" in the shower, the very demon they're here to destroy enters the house through Terry and Chris' bedroom wall, seeming to have the ability to phase through solid objects. With the young couple asleep in their bed, Terry embracing Chris in his arms as though afraid to let him go, the demon, who has been known for over 4,000 years as "Lilu" father of the hero Gilgamesh, glares down at the pair with his blue eyes that sparkle like Lapis Lazuli. His light blue lips spread into a grin that bares white, pointed teeth and his claws scrape along the footboard of the bed, watching them as they sleep.
"Ha, ha, ha," Lilu laughs hoarsely to himself, "So touching. To think that by embracing your lover, you can keep me away from him." His voice is but a hoarse whisper as he talks to them as though they can hear him, "I've marked him, human and he is mine for the taking."
He's just about to advance on them when his head suddenly jerks up, his gaze to the door and his grin grows wider, "What's this? A sensation so powerful it's drawing me right to it." He steps slowly towards the door, as though in a hypnotic trance, and passes right through it into the pitch-black hallway. This doesn't hinder him however, as one of his many abilities also includes night-vision, as he trails this overpowering sensation to the guest bedroom. He passes through the closed door to find another pitch-black room but is drawn to the light peering in from underneath the bathroom door. Edging closer to it his demonic hearing picks up gasps of intense passion from within and as he places his clawed hand on the door, he's shot with a wave of sexualized energy that he nearly topples over from its sheer intensity.
"Hmmm, this is like having a piece of the forbidden fruit. It's exquisite," Lilu gasps as though trying to catch his breath, placing the other clawed hand on it to feed off it better. Feeling as though this can get a lot hotter, Lilu, still with his palms on the door, releases pheromones unknowingly into the room to heighten the "mood" if you will. He'd normally exploit this ability to better approach his victims but the two men behind this door's giving out such passionate energy that, by heightening their passion, they could fill his "need" so he wouldn't need to feed on the other human for at least a week.
Back in the bathroom Sam's on his knees, Dean combing back his brown bangs away from his face, as he licks the smooth, wet skin that's between Dean's navel and the soft, light hairs that trails down to his groin. Dean leans his head back, allowing the water to spray onto his face, licking his lips before gasping out Sam's name loud enough for him to hear. Grabbing hold of his now-rock hard cock from its base Sam stares up at Dean through his thick eyelashes and smiles, knowing what his brother wants.
"Do it Sammy," Dean whispers, "Take me into your mouth and show me how much you love me."
They both seem to be oblivious to Lilu's pheromonic influence as Sam wastes no time in taking all of him into his mouth, seeming to have no gag reflex, as he squeezes firmly onto Dean's tight ass. Taking him out Sam licks up the underside of his shaft before seizing just the head into his mouth, his tongue tickling the slit and tasting his pre-cum as it seeps out. Swallowing the whole of it in one go Sam presumes slowly sucking him off before he feels Dean's urge to come. Slipping it back out of his mouth with a sloppy slurp Sam trails his tongue back up to his chest, taking in a taut nipple into his mouth before Dean pulls him up and latches his lips onto Sam's.
"I love you so much Sammy," Dean breathes, licking Sam's bottom lip before claiming them again, "They'll never be anyone else but you."
Sam just grins, allowing Dean to push him gently against the tiled wall as he attacks his neck like Sam did before. He plants butterfly kisses along his collarbone before tracing down to his chest and taking his, quite perky, nipple into his mouth, feeling like hard bullets in his mouth. He then takes the other into his mouth before having the urge to drop to his knees but before he can, Sam cups his face and pulls him back up, capturing his lips they both know are now swollen and then whispers, "Take me Dean. No more fooling around. Just. Take. Me. Right. Now." His voice's stern, wanting and Dean doesn't waste any time, allowing Sam to turn his back on him and place his hands against the tiled wall to help brace himself.
No need in wetting his fingers Dean smoothes two of them around that circular band of muscle until he feels it relaxing, Sam gasping at the tickling sensation, "Please…want you…now."
"Alright Sammy, don't need to tell me twice."
With a hand on Sam's hip and the other round his cock Dean teases it round the hole before slowly pushing it in, hearing the moan from the back of Sam's throat. He soon begins to build a prompt rhythm, pulling out then pushing in, both hands now on Sam's hips who's trying his best to hold onto the tiled wall.
Outside Lilu's trying his best to hold on as the energy starts to build more intensely, Oh, yes. This is my kind of high! He moans with pleasure, turning around to lean his back against the door, getting a better feel for the passion inside the room.
Back inside Dean's built up a steady rhythm, pounding against Sam's prostate which sends his little brother over the edge, seeing stars before his very eyes. They can both feel the build-up to what must be one of their greatest climaxes, both not knowing where this new level of passion has come from but not really caring. Hoping to God that Sam doesn't get marks after this on his hips, Dean can feel both his cock and thighs aching but can't stop, this being so unbelieving fantastic. Feeling the pressure now Dean thrusts a few more before pulling out and exploding onto Sam's lean back, streams of hot, liquid spreading across it, Dean's gasps for breaths accompanying it.
Pulling Sam back against him, Dean's hand trails down to Sam's still aching-hard cock and grips it, jerking it up and down building up a steady rhythm.
"Huh, huh, huh! Dean, feels so…good!" Sam gasps, trying so hard not to be too loud, seeing as Terry and Chris are already asleep.
"Come for me Sammy, come for your big brother," Dean whispers into Sam's ear, his breath hot against it, before sucking at the skin on his neck.
"Almost…almost there, Dean," and a few minutes after that Sam lets loose, his hot juice spurting onto the wall and down Dean's fist. As the water washes them both off Dean leans back onto the wall, allowing Sam to collapse on him as they both take deep breaths to revert their heartbeats back to a steady beat.
"I don't know…where that came from but…that was…awesome," Dean murmurs, turning Sam's head enough so he can kiss at those luscious lips.
"Couldn't have…said it…better myself," Sam can only muster as he moves into the water, now feeling cool against his hot body and pulls Dean with him.
Outside, after Lilu has calmed down from that surge of elevated sexual energy, he wipes the sweat that's formed on his forehead and licks his lips, grinning like the Cheshire Cat, Oh, that was intense! Spinning back to face the door again Lilu stares at it, as though he can right through it, his blue eyes seeming to shine, It's a pity, even though the young one's full of spunk, I can't feed off him for the simple fact that he's expecting. Kind of ruins the moment but the other one, now he's a prize worth claiming. It seems, Lilu, that you've found yourself a new playmate.
He soon disappears into the shadows just as Sam and Dean exit the bathroom. Too tired to even dress themselves, the duo slump under the covers naked as nature intended, Dean spooning Sam, as they kiss each other goodnight and fall gradually to sleep.