A/N! Hello to you all! Thank you so very much for all your support! This is the third and final, chapter of this story. I really hope that it will live up to your expectations! Hope you all enjoy!
WARNING! Mature sexual content ahead.
So, off we go! A/N!
Heaven, is but a corner on Earth
Chapter 3: The place, where Heaven is hidden
"Dean..." Sam muttered as the older man hovered over him, his green eyes filled with love and affection. The hunter placed himself between Sam's legs, running his hands along the length of his inner thighs, separating them as he did so. Sam let out a whimper at the feel of his brother's hands on him, despite the fact that they weren't touching his bare skin. Leaning forwards gracefully, Dean claimed sweet, cinnamon- tasting lips again, swallowing Sam's moans. "Dean, man, get done with it already, get in me-" "Bossy little brother..." Came Dean's answer, as he removed his brother's T-shirt, exposing his well built chest. Sam's long arms traced a long path, from Dean's armpits, all the way down to his hipbones and wrapped themselves around a lean waist, in an attempt to speed things up.
"Dean, for the love of God, if you don't-" But the younger man stopped talking, as he felt Dean's body tensing above his own. He tore his gaze from his brother's back and fixed it on dilated green pupils, only to find guild overshadowing lust. Swallowing, Sam lowered his eyes to his, now naked chest, and spotted the ugly cuts Toni had inflicted on him. Two of them, were located on the left side of his chest, the first one, just above his heart, while the second, which was much deeper than the first, began from his collarbone and marked a clear path, on his shoulder, all the way down to the middle of the left side of his back.
Green eyes moved to the right side of that sinfully beautiful chest, where a third cut lay. This one was the deepest of all, and Dean could see that the abused skin, which was trying to repair itself, had a slightly different color. "I am alright Dean..." Sam muttered in a low voice, the words spoken without a breath in between. The older man however, didn't seem to be convinced, so Sam took his left hand, and placed it over the wound, careful, not to apply more pressure than he could handle. "Sam, what are you-" "Its not the angelic grace which may be inside of you that I need Dean, you know that. Its you, that I need." Dean's breath hitched and his eyes blurred, but he nodded his head in approval nevertheless.
Dean opened his mouth, and Sam knew what he was about to say. Problem was, he didn't want to hear it right then. He didn't want his brother's apology, because Dean had nothing to be sorry for. Thus, he darted his head, shielding that firm mouth with his own once again, while his long hands managed to pull the red shirt the older man was wearing downwards, tossing it on the chair next to the bed when it had been completely removed. When the two of them parted, pounding for breath, faces flushed red, Dean buried his head in the crook of Sam's neck, leaking a wet path from his pulse point to the right side of his chest, stopping where the gauze which covered the cut, began.
His lips ghosted over it, his hot, quickening breath, was sending shivers down Sam's spine. "Dean, shit..." But the older man chose to ignore Sam's whines and focused on the cuts. Three more, which he couldn't stop from happening. Three more spots, where the skin would be a little rougher, and not as soft, or flexible, as the rest of his brother's chest. Three more spots, which Dean would kiss with more tenderness and sweetness than the rest, so as to make Sam understand, that he was just as sexy as always, and that those cuts were a proof of his loyalty and bravery. Just like Sam did for him, every single time, even when they were playing with leather cuffs and cock rings, plugs and the like. Because every scar, was a part of Sam, and he adored, every bit of him.
He let his lips kiss the center of Sam's chest, taking the hardening nipples in his mouth, playing with them, biting the sensitive flesh, slowly rolling it, in between his teeth, in that circling motion which he knew, could drive Sam mad with lust. "Dean for fuck's sake, just stop teasing!" Came Sam's muffled, so as to not be heard by Mary, protest, as the young man could feel his cock starting to leak pre-come in his jeans. He felt Dean's lips turning into a smile and the very next second, gun-callused hands were unbuttoning his trousers, pulling both layers of clothing down to his round angles. Rough fingers grabbed his hips tightly, as the older man kept laying kiss after kiss on Sam's stomach, his belly, and everywhere else he could think of.
"Dude, get your clothes- Aahh... Shit, De- Dean..." At the sound of the sinfully sexy broken phrase, Dean felt his own cock twitching, trapped inside a, now very tight, prison. He let his right hand mess with brown locks, while with his left, he took ahold of Sam's already hard member and began stroking it, long, strong movements, from base to tip. The younger man shuddered underneath him, and was quick to cover his mouth with his hand, to muffle the sounds, sinful sounds, which were coming from deep inside him. His toes furled and he used his free hand, which he lanced out almost reflexively, to grab Dean's hair, pulling them towards him.
"You need to let them- Ahh, Dean I'm going to come, Dean, I'm-" "I will never let them grow long Sammy, and that's the main reason why..." Dean answered, voice filled with lust as he pressed his chest on Sam's, removing his hand from his mouth, only to use his own mouth as a shield. "Dean I... I want you inside me, I don't want to come on your hand-" "Oh, but I know I can make you-" "I- Dean I'm gonna-" "Come, Sammy, come on baby boy..." Dean urged speeding up his pace, spreading the thick pre-come over Sam's pulsing cock.
"No, no, I-" "Sam, hey, no, don't hold back, let go brother, let it all go Sammy, you know that I'll get you hard again." The older man reassured, giving just a few more strong strokes, to the thick, pumping, member. Sam's eyes flew open and he could feel his orgasm building up inside of him, hard, fast, sinfully... Hot, white fire, was running through his veins, and the young man couldn't stop himself from pushing on Dean's fist, pushing almost forcibly, on that callused fist, losing control of his body, as his mind had surrendered itself to those hands awhile ago. "Dean, Ahh, De-" "Here Sammy, right here..." But Dean's low response was covered by Sam's cry of release, as he came hard, shooting long, white splashes of come, over his hand. "Yahtzee..." Dean muttered, swallowing Sam's cries as he grabbed him by the hair, pressing their lips together yet again.
The green eyed man kept stroking Sam's cock, which, to Dean's as well as, Sam's surprise, shot a second round of come right after the first one had ended, making the young man shake violently from the intense stimulation, grabbing Dean's torso to ground himself. "Dean!" "Wow, easy, easy... Come Sam, Come for me..." The man whispered, as he worked Sam's cock with his hand, his voice filled with affection and awe. "Dean, Oh fuck-" The middle Winchester couldn't tell which time was hotter, but he could swear, that the picture alone, without Sam's moans at the background, was enough to make him come in his jeans. "God, Dean I... I-" But Sam was nowhere near the state where a person can form a sentence, thus Dean gave a few more strokes, letting his brother ride his climax out, for as long as possible.
"Take in some deeper breaths, come on Sam, breathe baby boy." Dean encouraged, running the fingers of his clean hand through Sam's messed up hair while he spoke. Sam leaned into the touch, a touch which until a few hours ago, he thought he would never feel again. "What the fuck... Dean that was-" "You were way too tensed, that's why I insisted on getting you off first." "But I had-" "It happens Sam, you know it does." The green eyed man murmured, as he reached for the back of his T-shirt, pulling it over his head, tossing it next to Sam's clothes, for lust had gotten the better of him. "Yeah, yeah I know..." Sam teased, grabbing his brother by the shoulders, reversing their positions on the bed.
He spread his legs over Dean's and leaned atop of him, putting most of his weight on his arms, which lay on each side of the older man's face. As for his soften, but with each passing second, hardening cock, it was pressed on Dean's thigh. "Sam, your wound, you will be in pain if-" "You're taking way too long Dean..." Sam rasped, as he dragged his teeth along the length of his brother's arching neck. "So I took over, to speed things up." He continued, while blowing a hot breath above Dean's heart. Pinning both of his hands above his head, with his own longer one, Sam fixed his gaze on his brother. "You really think you have a hold on me, don't you Sammy?" Asked the older man pounding for breath." Sure I do." Sam replied, and Dean could hear a trace of happiness hiding in the background.
The middle Winchester knew, that his brother did have a hold on him. Just not as strong as usual, due to the lack of food as well as sleep, and of course, because of the tortures Toni had put him through. Dean bit the inside of his cheek, momentarily tearing his eyes from Sam's face. When he returned his gaze on him, he could only smile at the picture he was seeing. A picture which reminded him of old times, when they were teens, and the world was a simpler place. "What are you looking at?" Sam mumbled, and the older man smiled even more. "You." he replied, letting his eyes enjoy the image of his brother. "You think I don't have a hold on you, don't you?" The young man questioned, voice husky.
Sam looked so full of himself at the moment, that for a split second, Dean hesitated in proving him wrong. But, for better or worse, time never stands still. "Oh, I see, so, you do have a hold on me... Then... How come, I can do this?" And before Sam could even blink, he found himself being forcibly pushed backwards, as the older man launched his body on Sam's, while freeing his hands from the grip his brother had them caught in. The next seconds seemed to the younger man as though he was left at gravity's mercy. He was falling (or was he flying?) backwards, with nothing to hold on to.
In less than a heartbeat though, strong arms were around his shoulders and the back of his head, and Sam found himself pinned to the other side of the mattress. His legs, which were somewhere in between Dean's, were touching the pillows, which his head was resting on, moments earlier, while his head was now touching the end of the bed. "What the fuck Dean, do you want us to break our necks, or something? What if you hurt your arms, or what if I had ended up on the freaking floor-" But Sam's trembling voice fainted as Dean's eyes met his, yet again. "I would never let you fall." Dean interjected, voice low, but sure. Sam stopped dead in his tracks, his breath caught in his throat. "Dean, such a chick flick-" "I... I will never, let you fall, Sam." Dean repeated, swallowing soundly.
Sam turned his face away from those green emeralds, sighing silently, but bitterly, his body trembling slightly. "I... I thought you were gone, for good this time. That you had blown yourself up, and that Billie had tossed you-" "I'm not dead Sam-" But the young man spoke again, hiding his face in the crook of his brother's neck. "You're not dead..." Sam muttered, letting his voice fade. "No Sam, no baby boy, I'm not dead." Dean replied, knowing that his brother needed to hear him speak. As soon as the words left his lips, the green eyed hunter helped Sam get back on the right side of the bed, settling himself above him. "You're not dead..." Came Sam's weak whisper, which was the same as before and Dean got his face in his hands, locking their eyes together.
"No. I'm not dead and I came for you Sammy..." He muttered, voice low. "When Toni was torturing me I... I thought that you were gone, that this time, you wouldn't come..." Sam's voice fainted as his shoulder's trembled even more. He felt strong hands towering over him and heard Dean's soft, but firm voice in his ears. "I told you once, five years ago, that I would be your stone number one. That I was real, that I would always, come for you." "Dean-" "Now, I know that in the meantime, I've said a lot of crap, but this..." Here Dean's voice fainted and he cradled Sam's head with his palm, meeting stormy hazel eyes.
"This... will never change Sammy. I will always, come for you, little brother." Dean declared, making Sam gasp soundly. "Make..." But Sam's voice trailed off. Swallowing, he tried again, this time a little louder. "Make... Um, I mean, come on, get in me already-" "I am right here, I am alive-" "Yeah, I got that Dean-" "And... I am not, Lucifer." Dean declared for yet another time. "So, how about you tell me what you want now, huh?" The green eyed man questioned, eyes fixed on his brother's face. "Dean, I told you, so stop acting like some chick." "Sam... Sammy, speak to me, like you used to. Tell me, what you want me to do... Tell me, what you want, baby boy." Dean whispered, pleadingly, eyes blurring.
His mind traveled to the past, back when he was twenty and Sam was sixteen, traveled, to the first time they had had sex. And Dean could still hear himself saying, that they wouldn't just fuck each other. That if Sam wanted it, and only then, they would make love. The younger man had laughed back then, calling his brother a sup. And as the years passed, the term they used changed as well. They had sex, they didn't make love anymore, although, deep down, both men knew, that what they were doing was so much more than any words, could ever when Sam got his soul back, and was finally convinced that the Dean in front of him, was the real one, he couldn't stop himself from uttering those four words.
The older man could still recall, the thin, trembling voice of his brother, when Sam had spoken those words. 'Make love to me...' Something similar had happened when he had been cured from being a demon, as well as, when they had finally returned to the bunker, after he was free of the mark of Cain. All those times, Sam had asked him to make love to him, using that same voice to do so. Thus, Dean knew, that whenever he had returned from the 'almost dead', as he called it, or whenever Sam was truly hurt, he would speak those words. Because, all those times, he needed Dean to show him, that hidden tenderness, and affection, he had inside of him, tenderness and affection, which, were meant only for Sam.
Sam blinked, clearing his throat at the same time, and the older man knew he was remembering the exact same occasions as he did. "I... I can't... I shouldn't ask this of you, not now. Not after what happened." Sam uttered, voice trembling. "Not after what, happened?" Dean questioned, voice alarmed. "When Toni understood that I wouldn't talk, she... She gave me something. Something to make me rather suggestible..." Dean's body tensed and his hold on Sam's jaw tightened, forcing him to maintain eye contact. "Sam..." Dean said through clenched teeth, in a gravely voice. "What did she do to you?" "She used a spell, and in that spell I..." "You what, Sam?" "I thought I... was having sex with her." The younger man muttered, lowering his eyes in shame.
"Come again?" Dean growled, his free hand twitching. "It was something like the spell Becky had used on me, but this one, was much more powerful... And I knew there was something wrong, I could feel it... She... I didn't mean to enjoy it, not with her, Dean, I didn't want-" "Is this why you cut your hand?" The older man interjected, lifting up his brother's chin. "No I... I had already cut my hand when she drugged me. But when she used the spell I had no way to stop it... I don't remember what I said to her, Dean I... I'm sorry..." But Sam's voice trailed off yet again. The young man tried to free himself from his brother's hold, but Dean held him still, pinned to the bed.
"So let me get this straight... Not only did she physically tortured you, not only did she drug you, she almost burned your mind as well." Dean said, his hand on Sam's jaw starting to shake. "Dean..." But Dean was far gone by that point. This bitch had basically mind-raped his brother! And if that wasn't enough, Sam was thinking he had betrayed him somehow. "Dean..." "She is dead, I'm so gonna fucking rip her to shreds with my own hands." Sam remained silent, swallowing soundly. "I'm sorry..." He then uttered, and Dean had to use every bit of strength he had, so as to soften his voice.
"Sam, this wasn't your fault, don't do this to yourself little brother..." "Dean I-" "It was the spell Sam, okay?" The older man declared, making sure his brother had his eyes on him. "Sam, Sammy... You can't possibly think that I am mad at you-" "I know that tone Dean-" "Yeah, but you also know, that it's not you I am mad at..." Dean said, kissing Sam's lips softly, gently, pushing aside everything else, because his brother was the only one that mattered right then. "So, where were we... Oh yeah, I was waiting for an answer." He continued and Sam's eyes blurred. "What is it that you want Sammy? Tell me baby boy, come on."
"Make... Make love to me." Sam uttered, and Dean's lips, formed a smile. The range of answers he could give was a vast one, but he knew that words wouldn't help now. So, he spoke in a low,husky voice, pressing his lips on Sam's ear. "Gladly Sammy..." He smirked, getting up, and off the bed. With a few, swift moves, he got rid of his jeans, as well as, his underwear, freeing his cock from its tight prison. He then grabbed the small bottle of lube from the nightstand and returned to Sam's side.
"Like what you see, don't you?" the older man teased, but Sam didn't answer, for his eyes were fixed on that sculpture-like body. He was brought back to the present however, at the feel of cold lube on his entrance. "Dean-" "Hey, easy, easy baby boy." "Dean, you don't have to prep me dude, I can take you, besides, we had sex only two days ago, so-" "Hey, hey, hey, slow down and take a breath. Relax Sam..." Dean muttered, feeling his brother tensing. The older man bent forwards laying a kiss on Sam's chest to get him to settle down. When he did feel him starting to relax, he slowly pushed his index finger inside, up to the first knuckle, moaning loudly, at that, all too familiar feeling of heat.
The green eyed man worked his finger gently, in and out of Sam's entrance, until he felt the first ring of muscles relaxing around it enough to allow him to push it further inside. "De... Dean, I..." But Sam bit his lip, as the other man withdrew his finger almost all the way out, before diving back, all the way in, this time. "Relax, that's it..." Dean spoke, settling himself in between Sam's trembling legs, careful not to hurt the wound on his brother's thigh. Leaning forwards, Dean let the fingers of his free hand play with hard nipples, extracting a muffled moan from Sam as he did so.
The second finger joined the first soon after, making the young man whine in frustration. "Dude, come on, just... Oh shit..." Sam said, as he tried to push his lower half higher to get more of Dean's fingers inside of him. "Easy Sammy, your leg-" "Screw my leg Dean..." Came Sam's answer as the older man started scissoring his two fingers to loosen his brother up. Dean could feel his own cock twitching painfully, so he made up his mind. "Okay, put your legs on my shoulders then." He said, voice tight. "And that's all you'll be getting this time, because you're in no position to be on your hands and knees. And there are no spare pillows for me to put under your legs in here." He continued, surprised, when his brother obeyed at once.
As soon as his legs were higher, Sam squirmed, feeling Dean's fingers sliding in deeper inside of him. "Dean, fuck..." He swore and the other man smiled, spreading his own legs further apart, so as to balance himself. Diving his fingers inside of Sam again, Dean felt them, crushing on that all too familiar spot, and then felt his brother shaking hard. "There, there, God, Dean..." "Huh, I go by that name as well..." The green eyed man teased, while adding a third finger alongside the other two.
That finger however, he pushed in until the first knuckle and not all the way in at once, wanting to give Sam time to adjust. Leaning forwards fast, Dean claimed Sam's lips again, muffling the sounds which were becoming too loud. His cock, which was trapped between their bodies touched Sam's pounding one then, and Dean lost control of his body, pushing all three of his fingers inside Sam, hard, and fast, hitting his prostate, making him bite Dean's bottom lip. "Sammy, sorry-" "Again! Dean!" Sam said and the older man obeyed, withdrawing his fingers almost all the way, before pushing them back in again. The green eyed man moaned, as his cock brushed with Sam's once more, and used his free hand to pull brown locks up, exposing that fine neck.
"Sammy, Sam, shit..." Dean uttered, as he worked all three of his fingers inside of him. "Dean, enough, that's en- Oh God..." Sam rasped, as the older man lowered his head and leaked a wet path with his tongue, a path with started from the small of Sam's back and ended where his entrance began. Well, it didn't really end there, though... Dean scissored all three of his fingers as much as possible, and then dived into that sinful, tight, hole, letting his tongue moisturize the rim and then the inner walls, all while his free hand found their cocks and brushed them together, mixing the pre come which they were both leaking.
"Ahh, Ahh, De... Dean!" But Sam placed his hand on his mouth, while shutting his eyes against that, almost torturous feeling, of utter pleasure. Oh God, he was sure he could go insane from it... His body was not his own to command anymore, hell it wasn't even functional. His eyes were blurred, his hands were moving from his mouth to Dean's back as though they were constantly hit by electricity and his heart was slamming in his ears so hard, that Sam wasn't sure it wouldn't break. He could also feel his injured leg, sending wave after wave of pain, but he couldn't care less about it.
"Sam... Sammy..." Dean's tight voice made him open his eyes to see that the older man had withdrawn his tongue, but not his fingers, from his rim, had thus, given him time to take a breath. "Sammy, roll to your side for me baby boy." "No!" Sam rasped in between uneven breaths and Dean's face frowned. "No, not this time, this time I want us to stay like this." "Sam, it will be easier for you-" "You're back... You didn't die... None of us has a deal with something supernatural to save the other. No ancient force is lurking in the shadows ready to devour the freaking world... Well, at least not God's sister. So... I want us to..." But Sam's words trailed off, as more pre-come oozed from his cock. Dean swallowed hard, nodding in approval, understanding what his brother was trying to say.
He took his fingers out of Sam's hole and rubbed his swollen member with lube, before arching his back even more, getting Sam's legs even higher as he did so. "Ready Sammy?" "Do it for fuck's sake!" Sam replied and felt the head of Dean's thick cock on his entrance. Tensing instinctively, Sam shut his eyes and gasped as Lucifer appeared before his closed eyelids. For some moments, Sam waited for the pain to come, but instead of that, he heard Dean's voice in his ear, tight and thick from lust, but filled with love as well.
"Open your eyes, Sammy. Open your eyes, look at me." Sam did as he was told, meeting dark green orbs. "Dean..." "The one and only... Me baby boy, me, and nobody else. Okay?" Sam took in a breath and then, let it out, nodding his head in approval. "Okay..." The green eyed man repeated softly, as he slid inside of Sam slowly, burying himself half the way, while with his left hand he took a hold of Sam's waist, caressing the skin in circling motions. Okay. One word, which meant so much more. 'I'm here', 'I've got you', 'I love you', 'I will die before letting anyone touch you against your will...' And yet, all Dean said was 'Okay...' Because he knew, he needed say nothing more. Sam, could easily read behind the lines.
"Shit, God Sam... Sammy..." Dean muttered fighting the need to move right at that moment. Underneath him, Sam was pounding, his nails digging deep in the skin of Dean's back. Feeling the muscles relax around him, Dean moved again,this time burying himself to the hilt, moaning loudly as Sam's still tight heat, surrounded him. "Ahh... Dean, De... Dean..." Sam managed to say and the older man cradled his face with his palm. "Yeah Sam, I'm here." He said, as he kissed the inside of his brother's left thigh, while trying to remain still, for Sam to adjust. "Kiss me, Dean, I want you to... Mnnn..." But his words got lost in a hot, passionate kiss, as the older man crushed their lips together.
Air and saliva got mixed up, and at that moment, Sam was sure beyond any doubt, that this was Dean, for only he, could light such a fire inside of him, a fire hotter than the one in Lucifer's cage. "Move, Dean-" Sam managed to say somewhere in the kiss and the older man did as he was told. He started thrusting and got almost all the way out before getting back in, slowly at first, giving Sam the chance to relax. "Dean... I... I love you." Sam muttered as the older man gave one more thrust, this time with more force than before. The green eyed hunter smiled, taking a hold of Sam's member with his hand, giving strong strokes which matched with the pace of his thrusts. "Dean!" The younger man said through clenched teeth, as his body was pushed back and then drowned forwards.
With the next push, Sam push his own body down, meeting Dean's movement, moaning at the way their bodies interacted, moving like magnets, always together, like one. "Sam... Fuck Sam... I came here and found-" "Oh God, Dean, there..." Sam cut off, as his brother thrust inside of him again, hitting his prostate hard, with the head of his cock. "I know, I know baby boy, hold on to me Sammy, hold on..." Dean said, lifting Sam's legs a little higher, so as to be able to hit that sensitive spot with each thrust. Sam held on his brother, locking his long arms around his torso. "I found blood on the floor, and I knew, I fucking knew, it was yours..." Dean rasped, his movements becoming erratic as he could feel his orgasm building up inside of him.
"Dean... Fucking shit, Dean... I... More, please, please..." Sam pleaded, voice thick and low. The next second, Dean gave yet another thrust, while leaning down to bite Sam's pulse point. "Ahhh, Dean, Dean..." "I thought... Sam, I thought... That you were dead..." Dean said, pausing his movements for a split second, to look his brother in the eyes. "I'm here Dean. I'm here, and you're here, here in our home, here in this room. Alive." Sam rasped, bringing the older man as close as possible.
Yes, there they were, with their bodies entwined, sharing the same air, sharing the same, erratic heartbeat... In that small, tided room, which was, but a small spot, a small corner of this Earth. A small corner, in which Heaven was hidden... Yes, hidden, behind the locked door. Hidden, in the shadows, visible only to those two men, who, for once, had managed to break the vicious circle, a circle of sacrifice, death, blood, tears and deals. They were both there, in their own Heaven. For what is Heaven, but a corner of this Earth, which just differs, for each one of us? What is Heaven, if not a small number of moments we hold dear in our entire life?
"Sammy..." Dean spoke, voice thick, body trembling, sweat running down from every pore. Sam found himself inhaling deeply, savoring the all too familiar smell of his brother's sweat, recognizing the signs, which indicated, that he was close to his climax. "Dean... Oh God, I'm gonna-" "Me too, me too baby boy..." The older man said, speeding up the pace of his strokes, feeling his orgasm ripping his insides. He also felt Sam's shudder at the telltale second in which his orgasm hit, making his muscles spasm in the process. "De- Oh shit..." "Come for me baby boy. Come Sammy..." The young man bit Dean's shoulder to hold back his howl, as his cock twitched almost painfully, upon releasing hot come, for yet one more time.
"God, Fuck, so hot Sammy..." Dean muttered, feeling his brother's body shaking like a leaf underneath his own, as well as hot come on his palm. He gave two more thrusts and then came undone, came hard, filling Sam to the point where he thought he had given him every drop of come he had inside of him. And Hell, if that was the case, Dean wouldn't mind whatsoever...
A moan of his brother's name was produced deep in his throat, and the green eyed man grabbed Sam's shoulder's to brace himself, as his vision blurred and his breath got trapped in his throat. But he kept thrusting, unable to stop himself, thrusts now gentle, and slow, yet stimulating as Hell. Their sound, mixed with uneven breaths, as well as, muffled words of love was all that could be heard for the next few minutes inside the dark room. And then, in what could have been less than a blink of an eye, if someone was to count the time, Dean felt Sam's body going lax in his arms.
"Sam? Sammy? Sammy, shit..." Dean swore and carefully lowered his brother's legs to the mattress, while getting off of him as well. A muffled whine of disapproval escaped Sam's lips and Dean could not hold himself from smiling, the panic which he had initially felt, disappearing as he understood, that Sam's orgasm had knocked him out. "Shh... Easy Sammy, I'm not going anywhere." He reassured the young man, whose eyelids then, closed completely. Dean let out a breath he wasn't aware he was holding, at the sight of his brother's figure lying on the bed. Dipping the towel inside the bowl with the water he had brought earlier, Dean cleaned them both up, and was fast on calming his brother down, when his breath hitched, and his face frowned.
"No... Not cold water..." The young man muttered stirring and Dean needed a few heartbeats to put the pieces of the story together. He had seen the shower-like mechanism in his brother's cell, but he hadn't thought they had used it on him... But as it would seem, he was wrong. God, Dean never wanted to kill a human being so badly ever before, in his entire life. "Shh, Sammy, it's okay, alright? It's okay brother..." He whispered, removing the hair from his forehead with his palm. Toni's days in this world, even if they were meant to be many, were counted. "It's okay, Sam, sleep, and I'll be here when you wake up."
When Sam opened his hazel eyes, he found himself dressed with more comfortable clothes. Casting a glance around the room, he saw that his clothes had been picked up from where they had been tossed and were placed on the chair next to his bed. Blinking, the younger man pressed his hand on his face, while stretching his other hand to his side. When all he touched was the mattress however, his heart skipped a beat. Where the Hell was Dean? He should be here, with him, he promised, so where was he? Groaning, he got off the bed, and headed towards the door of his room, but before he could do as much as touch the handle, the door opened from the outside. "Sam? What are you doing up this late?" "De.. Dean?" The younger man questioned, his eyes narrowing.
"Yeah, who did you expect, Brad Pitt?" Dean replied, raising an eyebrow as he helped his brother sit back on the bed. "I... What time is it?" "A quarter to four Sam." Came the answer from his brother, who passed him a glass of water and two pills. "Take these and lay down, okay?" He instructed, but Sam seemed to be lost. "Sammy, take them, they are for your leg, come on." The young man did as he was told, handing the empty glass back to Dean when he was done. "What... Did I pass out?" "Yeah, for about one hour. I changed your clothes and tidied up the room while you were out." The older man explained patiently, sitting on the bed next to Sam. "Oh... I... Thanks." He muttered at last, avoiding Dean's gaze.
"You thought, what, that I was gone?" When the middle Winchester received no answer to his question, he sighed lifting his brother's chin up. "I told you I would be here. And here, I am. I just went to take a leak." Sam's eyes shinned then, and he pulled Dean in his embrace in less than a blink of an eye. "Welcome back jerk..." Sam murmured in his brother's neck. "I'm back bitch..." Answered Dean, knowing that this was their 'Oh-my-freaking-God-you-are-alive-' hug. It didn't matter that they had sex not an hour ago. This was part of their ritual, and Dean, wouldn't have it any other way.
"Wait, you actually changed my clothes?" Sam asked after they had both lay down on Sam's bed. "I didn't change them, I put clothes on you, and by God dude, you own me for that!" "I didn't ask you to do it!" "No, you just passed out on me, so what, I was supposed to leave you naked?" Dean said, smiling widely. "I don't know, wake me up, maybe?" "Oh yeah, cause that would have worked!" "Dean I am so, not doing you, any favors-" But Sam's rambling was cut by Dean's lips, which shielded his, in a slow, gentle kiss, filled with love. "Shut up and go to sleep geek boy." "I..." "I know Sammy, I know. Love you too. Go to sleep now, brother, go to sleep."
And Sam did, he closed his eyes and fell asleep in Dean's arms. Because he was happy and whole and safe. Safe, in that room, or, to be accurate, in those arms, in that embrace. In that small corner of the Earth, in which, Heaven, was hidden.
A/N! So, this is it. I know it's long, but as it seems I am incapable of writing a short story. I am sorry for that... I also know that you may find it to be too sweet or I don't know, not hot enough, but I am not very good at writing make out scenes...Anyway, I really hope that you enjoyed it and that it was worth your time!
I sure enjoyed writing it! Please tell me what you think! Love you all! A/N!