Title: Fumbling in the Dark

Author: Wincesteriffic Kaz

Info: A spell steals something precious from Sam and leads to a revelation between the brothers. Set early season 2 Dean/Sam

Author's Note: The delay on this chapter was brought to you by the madness that is GISHWHES. Yes, I got roped into participating this year. LOL I think this chapter may make up for the wait you've endured. Heh heh heh heh

Graphic depictions within.

Disclaimer: I don't own 'em but if I did…they'd never get dressed. Heh heh heh

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Azazel stood on the opposite side of the pond from the Winchesters and watched with his yellow eyes wide and his jaw hanging open. It was one thing to have thought they were perhaps closer than brothers but another altogether to see it in action. He looked at the lean lines of Sam's bare legs folded up on either side of his big brother's hips, at the shapely curve of his backside and began to grin. "Oh, this is delicious. This is…" he stopped and shook his head slowly, savoring the image before him as the two men cuddled close and were oblivious to the world around them as they caught their breaths; the way Sam still visibly shuddered in reaction and how much Azazel wanted to feel that first-hand. He backed away slowly into the trees, keeping them in sight until at last he turned and started away, still grinning. "Maybe this will be the thing that breaks that stubborn daddy of yours, boys, hmm? Bet he won't be feeling so righteous down in the pit once he hears about this. Delicious. Just delicious."

Chapter 5

The more he thought about how Sam had looked in the park, the more Azazel's mind seemed to work itself back around to the youngest Winchester. Oh, he'd always had a soft spot for the kid. Sam was his favorite after all. But now there was a fresh level to it; a new hunger after having watched the boy with his big brother and hadn't that been particularly satisfying. Azazel ran his fingers over his lips and looked out at the Winchesters' motel. He stared at the closed room door like a junkie knowing where his next fix was. "Oh, Sammy," he muttered and clicked his tongue with a slow grin. "The fun we're gonna have, kiddo."

"Master."

"What?" Azazel turned to look at the lower-level demon and its blonde, prom queen meat suit with disdain. "I'm busy."

"The witch found a way." The demon held out a cell phone and backed away quickly when Azazel snatched it from her small hand.

"Go away." Azazel put the phone to his ear and continued to watch the motel room. "If you can't cure him, you'll beg for death."

"I can. I can, master. I swear." The witch groveled over the line and made Azazel smile.

"Tell me."

"Master, it's your blood." The witch said quickly. "More of your blood in the boy's body should counter the effect of the hex."

"Should?" Azazel said dangerously.

"Will! Will. It will counter it, master. I'm sure." The witch assured him quickly. "Feed him more of your blood and it will burn through him and take the hex with it. His sight, all of it, will return. I swear."

Azazel considered as he looked out at the motel. He began to smile again and nodded. "You can live. For now. Fail me again in anything large or small and I can make sure you stay alive and screaming while I tear out your intestines." He flipped the phone closed before he had to listen to her again and slipped it into a pocket. He brushed his fingers over his lips again thoughtfully, considering how best to dose Sam Winchester again with his pet guard dog around.

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Sam stretched languidly on the bed, straightening his toes and arching his back. He could hear Dean in the shower still and smiled to himself as he remembered their escapade earlier in the park. Dean had brought him back, poured him into bed, and curled up around him for an afternoon nap. There was something to be said for being lazy, normal people. The shower cut off and Sam stretched again like a sated cat.

Dean pulled open the bathroom door and had to stop and watch his little brother's body muscular body arch and stretch over the too small bed. He shook his head in wonder, still amazed that he got to touch and taste all that amazing flesh now. "Jesus, Sammy. Do you know what you look like right now?"

Sam chuckled and settled back to the bed. "What do I look like?"

"Like a damn dessert buffet and I've got the only free pass." Dean eased a hip onto the bed beside Sam and ran a hand down the flat plane of his stomach, watching the muscles ripple with the touch. He bent over and chased his fingers with his tongue.

"Oh, crap," Sam moaned as he felt Dean's rough tongue gliding over his abdomen, up and down and them moving up his chest. "That… that feels awesome."

Dean hummed agreement and licked around Sam's right nipple before taking it between his teeth and biting gently until his brother whimpered. He knew Sam was even more sensitive to touch now that his sight was gone and Dean decided to see just how much advantage he could take. He hadn't bothered getting dressed and levered up so he was on his hands and knees over Sam. He leaned down and bit gently at the side of his throat and Sam gasped. He brushed his fingers over the inside of his hip and Sam's hips rolled up to seek more, only to find nothing.

"Jesus, Dean. Killin' me here." Sam put his head up in a silent plea for a kiss and felt his brother's breath and soft lips slide across his own before they were gone again. "Dean!" he laughed.

Dean chuckled. He slid a leg between Sam's and just brushed the bottom of his testicles, earning a shiver. "How you doin', baby boy?"

"God," Sam panted and whined as his brother's warm, work-roughened hand slipped along the length of his cock and then away again. Lips grazed the shell of his ear, hot breath flooding inside and then that tongue laved down the slope of his throat and teeth nibbled across his Adam's apple. His soft pants and gasps became a loud moan when he felt the hard length of Dean's cock rub suddenly along his own and his brother's weight settled into his chest. "Dean. Fuck… Dean."

Dean watched Sam's eyes blinking furiously in an effort to see. He leaned down and kissed them until the lids closed. "Shh." He thrust his hips gently so their cocks rubbed deliciously against each other and eased a hand down to wrap around them both. "So beautiful, Sammy. Christ you're gorgeous. You don't even know."

Sam buried his face in his brother's neck and whined again; feeling his cock slipping wetly now against Dean's in the circle of his fingers. It was just the right amount of pressure to drive him mad. Dean's short hair tickled the side of his face and his brother's teeth and tongue sucked at the bend of his shoulder. Sam cried out and thrust his hips up into his brother. "Dean!"

"Fall apart for me, Sammy," Dean gasped and sped up his pace. He leaned back to watch Sam's face and smiled. "Come on. Come for me. Just like this."

"Ah… ah… ah…" Sam's voice was a broken litany of syllables as he thrust against Dean over and over and finally it became too much. He threw his head back on a shout as his release found him and he spurted hot and wet over them both, feeling each droplet as it splattered on his stomach and chest.

"Fuck me," Dean breathed and began jacking them both with purpose, chasing his own orgasm as he watched Sam's expressive face. It took only a few strokes and he was coming with his brother; adding to the mess on Sam's chest and stomach while he groaned his little brother's name into his ear over and over.

Sam blinked into the darkness and wrapped an arm around Dean as his brother slowly slid off to the side and laid against him. He grinned. "I gotta… gotta stretch more often." He worked to catch his breath and laughed softly along with Dean's low chuckle.

Dean leaned up on an elbow and reached up to brush Sam's long hair out of his eyes while he smiled. "You remember when you were sixteen? You got on the swim team for a few weeks before we moved and I used to go with ya' to that public pool so you could practice." He snorted a laugh and rubbed his knuckles over Sam's stubbled jaw. "Fuck, I used to watch you stretching, all wet from the pool. Got me so damn hard I had to excuse myself every time."

"Holy crap I remember that!" Sam exclaimed. "I thought you just got bored and took off!"

"Nope. Rubbin' one out in the bathroom 'cause you mostly naked, wet and stretching was too much, man. Too damn much." Dean laughed. "Looks like it still is." He laughed again when his stomach rumbled and leaned down to kiss his brother. "Think that's my cue to go grab dinner and you need a shower."

Sam nodded. He slid his hand up Dean's arm, over his neck and behind his head to pull him back down for another kiss. "Mmm. You could shower with me."

Dean chuckled and pulled away, bringing Sam up with him. "Then I'll never get food. Come on." He steadied Sam when he stood and turned him so he was facing the bathroom. "You manage? Or do you want me too…"

"I can do it." Sam said surely and squeezed Dean's arm to let him know he was really alright. He wanted to do more by himself and he was familiar enough with the motel room to manage. "Go grab dinner. Get me something not artery hardening."

"Spoilsport." Dean grabbed his bag and dug out fresh jeans and a shirt. He skipped his underwear, not planning on being in them long later anyway.

Sam smiled and made his way slowly across the room, grinning when he found the bathroom door on his own without running into it. "Don't take long."

"I won't." Dean pulled his shirt over his head, grabbed his wallet, his keys, and watched Sam go into the bathroom. It still bothered him to leave his brother alone and defenseless, even for the twenty minutes it would take him to get food. "Hey, uh… be careful, Sammy."

"Dean. It's a shower."

"People die in the shower all the time."

"Stupid people trying to have acrobatic sex die in the shower." Sam laughed and turned. "Go! Food. I'll be fine."

"Well, now I wanna try acrobatic shower sex just to prove you wrong." Dean grinned and nodded as his brother closed the bathroom door with a laugh. "Twenty minutes!" he called and left, pulling the door closed securely behind him.

Sam took his shower quickly, wanting to be out and dressed by the time Dean returned to prove that he could handle himself even without his sight. It was still disorienting to move about completely in darkness but he was managing. He rubbed a hand over his jaw and sighed. Shaving was something he definitely wouldn't be attempting any time soon. "I miss shaving," he muttered and toweled off his hair as he found the knob on the bathroom door and opened it. "Dean?" The silence that greeted him told him his brother wasn't back yet. He found his duffel at the end of his bed where he'd left it along with the clothes Dean had set out earlier for which he was grateful. Getting his jeans on the right way around took a little work without being able to see but finally he was able to tug them up and fasten them. He felt around the bed for his shirt and jumped when something banged into the room door.

"Dean?" Sam felt his way across the room to the door, found the handle and pulled it open. "Dean, you forget your… ah!" Sam cried out in surprise as something sharp sliced into his right forearm and he jerked back.

"Whoa! Watch out, son! Walked right into my garden shears!" Azazel grinned and twirled his slim knife in his hands as he watched Sam's eyes roll blindly. "Sorry about the noise. Banged my cart into your door."

"You're… housekeeping?" Sam asked and clamped a hand over the tacky, bleeding wound in his arm and hoped it wasn't too bad.

"Yep. Sure am sorry about this. Here, let me have a look." Azazel quickly sliced his own palm open, pocketed the knife and smiled. He grabbed Sam's bleeding arm and slapped his own hand over the wound. He pressed them tightly together to make sure his blood was transferred. It gave him a thrill to be this close to Sam Winchester and the boy not have any idea the danger he was in. Azazel looked into Sam's sightless eyes and grinned again as he saw just the briefest, almost invisible fleck of yellow lurking in the blue-green before it was gone, evidence that his blood had indeed flowed into the young man as he'd hoped. "That's one nasty gash, kiddo. Let me call someone."

Of course, what he wanted to do was shove Sam into the room, force him onto the bed and ravish the boy until he was screaming and bloody. He eyed the naked expanse of Sam's chest hungrily. Instead, he reluctantly allowed Sam to free his arm. It wasn't time for those fun and games yet.

"No. No, really, I'm fine. My, uh… My brother'll take care of it when he gets back. Thanks. Thank you." Sam stammered and couldn't decide why the man's voice put him on edge, but it did. He wanted to be away from him.

"Your loss, kiddo." Azazel backed away. "Hope that brother of yours gets home soon then. Keep pressure on that. Wouldn't want to lose any more of that precious blood."

"Right. Yeah." Sam squeezed a hand around the open wound and backed into the room again carefully. He found the edge of the door with his foot. "Thanks again, uh…"

"Oh, don't mention. Sorry about that." Azazel chuckled. "You take care now, son."

Sam nodded and toed the door closed. He blew out a breath in pain. "Dean's gonna be pissed. Dammit," he groaned and felt around with his foot until he found the bed. Sam turned and sat, hoping Dean wouldn't be much longer. He couldn't very well stitch his own arm without his sight and the gash felt bad enough for that under his fingers. A few moments later he heard the distinctive rumble of the Impala's engine outside and steeled himself for Dean losing his cool. The engine cut off and seconds later, as if on cue, Sam heard his brother cuss loudly and the motel room door banged open.

"Sammy? There's blood outside the door! What the fuck happened?" Dean slammed into the room, closed the door and looked at his brother sitting bare-chested on the side of the bed nearest. His right arm was awash in blood from his elbow to his hand. "Holy shit!"

"It's ok, I think." Sam tried to aim his face toward where he thought Dean was. "The housekeeping guy was out there, banged into the door and when I opened it I walked right into his garden sheers."

"Well, what'd you open the damn door for anyway? Shit!" Dean tossed the bag of food on the table and went to his duffel to dig out the first aid kit.

Sam sighed. "I thought it was you and you forgot your key."

Dean knelt in front of his brother and took his arm. "Lemme look at this." He moved Sam's hand away and gritted his teeth. The cut was two inches long at least and deep. "Shit, Sam. I'm gonna have to stitch this closed. Lay down. It'll be easier if I do it here."

"Right." Sam turned and put his legs up on the bed and eased back, grateful for his brother's hand behind his head to keep him from hitting the wall. "Thanks. Dean, I'm sorry."

Dean shook his head and remembered Sam couldn't see it. "Not your fault, dude. Just have to keep you away from pointy objects until we get your sight back." He sat on the bed beside his brother's hip and put the bleeding arm in his lap, unconcerned about blood-stains on his jeans. Sam was more important. He cleaned the wound as carefully as he could and frowned. "Must have been some seriously sharp garden shears. The edges of this cut are pristine."

"Yeah. Went right into me." Sam grimaced at the feel of disinfectant and bit his bottom lip to keep from groaning aloud. "Hurt like hell. The guy was nice about though. Even tried to stop the bleeding. I don't think he realized I'm… that I couldn't see him."

"Dude can keep his garden shears somewhere less dangerous next time. Hold still." Dean threaded a suture needle and bent to begin the stitches. He smiled slightly as Sam lay stoically through the process. His little brother was damn strong-willed. Dean wouldn't have faulted a whimper or two, but all Sam did was breathe heavily through his nose as he managed the pain. "Almost done. Few more."

Sam nodded and tried to focus again on the feel of Dean's hip warm against his thigh and the smell of burgers in the little room. "You were supposed to get me something healthy, not cheeseburgers loaded with onions."

Dean snorted. "That's my lunch you're sniffin'. Got you the rabbit food special. They even had this pansy, raspberry vinaigrette thing for it."

Sam chuckled and smiled when one of Dean's hands smoothed up his chest for a moment. "Can't smell the lettuce."

"Smart ass. Ok." Dean wiped away the last of the blood from the now closed wound and grabbed the bandage. "Just let me wrap this up. We'll have to keep an eye on it, make sure it doesn't get infected. That's the last thing you need."

Sam put his good arm over his face and closed his useless eyes. "I wish Bobby would find something."

"He will," Dean said firmly. "Tell you what. Tomorrow, we'll pack up and head to Sioux Falls."

Sam smiled. The thought alone was enough to make him feel better and then he frowned.

"What?" Dean asked seeing the change of expression on his brother's face.

"We can't… I mean, there's no way we can do… that we can… we have to just be brothers at Bobby's." Sam stammered through it, and the thought of not being able to touch Dean when he wanted, when he needed to, was depressing.

"Hey." Dean tied off the bandage and tugged Sam up so he was sitting facing him. He curved a hand around Sam's roughened jaw and rested their foreheads together. "I'm not sayin' we tell Bobby that we added incest to our list of broken laws, but you can still touch me. Hell, you've always touched me." He chuckled and kissed Sam lightly. "You never did have much of a concept of personal space with me, dude. No one's gonna think different about it. Now, we're not gonna bump uglies at Bobby's 'cause no way. That's just… that's like screwing in Dad's truck. That's wrong."

Sam was surprised into a laugh and wrapped his arms around Dean, being careful of his wounded arm. "Bump uglies."

"Horizontal mambo?" Dean rose up on one knee and pushed Sam back to the bed while they laughed. "Grind the gizzard. Knock boots."

"You're ridiculous." Sam laughed as Dean kissed him and lay over the top of him.

"Your face is ridiculous. Now shut up and kiss me, bitch."

"Jerk… umph." Sam lost himself in the feel of Dean's lips and tongue and groaned loudly when Dean tunneled the fingers of one hand into his hair and pulled.

Dean chuckled against Sam's lips and pulled his hair again, tugging a fistful of it until his brother's head went back on a moan. "I knew it."

"Shuddup."

"Knew you kept this shaggy mop for a reason. Hot damn." Dean tugged again and attacked Sam's throat with his lips, nipping and licking until Sam was shivering beneath him. Sam's back arched up into his chest and Dean slipped between his brother's legs. "Fuck, Sammy." A whimper escaped his brother then and Dean frowned. He opened his eyes and looked down to find Sam's eyes scrunched closed and his mouth open as he panted. "Sammy?"

"Dean," Sam groaned it as pain assaulted him and twisted like a knife through his head. "Vis… vision!"

"Crap!" Dean rolled off of Sam and gathered him into his lap, pulling him against his chest as he shook. "Ok. It's ok. I got you. Just wait it out like before. You're gonna be fine."

Sam wanted to nod, to let Dean know he heard him but he couldn't. The pain became a white-hot agony that ripped through him and stole his breath on a choked scream. Expecting the same blackness, he wasn't prepared when light, color, and sound assaulted his senses. There was a cascade of images - a woman being torn apart, a man writhing in a pool of his own blood, another woman being torn limb from limb - and he realized they must be all the visions he had missed because of the hex. The pain was so all consuming he couldn't hear himself screaming or Dean's terrified voice trying to reach him. The agony seemed to go up another level, and Sam arched back as new images came to him. They were horrible; he saw Dean, but not his brother as he was. He saw his big brother torn apart, blood everywhere, and Sam saw himself holding Dean and sobbing over him… over his dead body. The image of Dean faded into an inky blackness licked with fire, and he felt as though he were falling… falling forever. The terror of that pulled another scream from him and finally it left him.

"Sammy!" Dean gasped as his brother's arched body suddenly collapsed in against him and went still. "Sam? Sam!" He put his fingers to his brother's throat and sobbed out a breath when he found his heart beating strong, if too quickly. "God. What the fuck was that? Sammy?" He carded his fingers gently back through his brother's hair and rolled his face up so he could see him. "Need you to wake up for me and tell me what that was, baby boy. Come on." He spoke softly and leaned down to place a soft kiss on his forehead. His own heart was pounding in his chest from having to watch Sam go through that and hold on to him as he seemed to almost seize.

Sam came back to himself with Dean's soft, worried voice in his ear. He opened his mouth and had to swallow twice before he could speak. "Dean."

"Ah, Jesus, Sammy." Dean pulled his brother up against his chest and held him, letting the fear wash away with the sound of his name. "Scared the hell outta me. You alright?"

"I, uh… I dunno." In Sam's mind was the image of himself holding his lifeless brother and it made him cold with dread. He blinked, opened his eyes, and his breath froze in his chest. "Dean?"

"Yeah. I'm right here." Dean eased Sam back a little and looked down at him. It was a full three seconds before he realized that Sam was looking back at him, directly into his eyes. "Sammy?" As he watched, those beautiful, blue-green eyes filled with tears to spill over his cheeks.

"I can see you," Sam whispered and feasted on the sight of his brother's face, of his long, golden lashes outlined in the last sunlight of the day through the window. He didn't care that he was crying. He could see again. "Oh, God."

Dean crushed Sam to him and felt a tear crawl down his own cheek. "You can see! Holy crap, you can see again!"

Sam ignored his pounding head in favor of pushing away from Dean in order to look at him again. He desperately needed to see him, to see everything. "You're beautiful. The room is beautiful. Even the damn stained ceiling is fucking beautiful. I love you!" He grabbed Dean's face in his hands and kissed him thoroughly in an explosion of joy. "I can… umph… I can see again!"

Dean felt a laugh bubble out of him and toppled them both back to the bed where he could cradle Sam in his arms more comfortably. He kissed Sam back for several minutes, grinning and tipped his head back to watch Sam staring at him. "So what do you wanna do now you can see again?"

Sam gave his own grin and rolled his hips up into his brother's. "I wanna watch you come."

Dean shuddered and curled his head down into his brother's neck with a breathless laugh. "Holy crap."

Sam chuckled and ran his hands down Dean's back. "You're wearing too many clothes. You should fix that." The pain in his head had receded on a wave of 'want' and he smiled, watching as Dean rolled off of him and the bed to strip out of his shirts. Sam's eyes hungrily ate every centimeter of skin and toned muscle as it was revealed. He feasted his eyes on his brother's cock as Dean shoved his jeans over his hips and grinned at the lack of underwear.

"I feel like a slab of beef," Dean said with a laugh and kicked his jeans away. He loved the way Sam was looking at him, like he couldn't get enough and crawled back up the bed to hover over him. "Like what you see?"

"Love. Love you. Come here." Sam pulled Dean down to him to kiss him again.

Dean licked into Sam's mouth, tangling tongues with him until they were both gasping for breath. He leaned back finally and took Sam's face in his hands. "Hey, Sammy?" Dean looked down at him, all seriousness for a moment. "What did you see? You uh… you were screaming. You kept saying that you were falling."

Sam's eyes widened and he shook his head. He would never tell his brother that he'd seen him dead. He couldn't. Whatever those images were Sam was going to make damn sure they never came true. "I don't know. I saw, well I guess the visions I missed before. Just people being killed. I'm fine now." He smiled and smoothed his hands down Dean's back and over the rounds of his ass to pull him in. "Better than fine, even."

Dean watched him a moment longer and knew he wasn't going to get anything else out of him. For whatever reason, Sam was holding something back. Dean decided not to pick an argument about it just then. "Alright. Think I can help you feel even better."

"I've got an idea," Sam said, grinned and easily flipped his big brother so Dean was on his back.

"Dude!"

Sam laughed. "Stay there." He slid down Dean's body slightly and leaned his head down to lick over one of his nipples and bite it gently with his teeth.

"Oh, hell," Dean groaned and closed his eyes, savoring the feeling of his brother's mouth on him. He felt Sam's hands rubbing softly up and down his sides and could have easily lost himself in the sensation.

Sam moved further down, licking and kissing over each cut of abdominal muscle until he was poised above Dean's groin. "Wanted to do this so bad for so long."

Dean leaned up and watched as his little brother suddenly took his cock in his mouth. It was wet and hot and Sam sucked, blowing his mind. "Fuck!" Dean fell off his elbows and stared at the ceiling while Sam's mouth drove waves of pleasure through him. He tried not to rock his hips up into that suction. He didn't want to choke him, and then Sam sucked him down deep enough to bump the back of his throat. "Holy shit!" He fumbled a hand down into Sam's hair and pulled until his brother popped off his cock with a filthy grin. "Gonna make me come!"

Sam shook his head and crawled back up his brother's body. "Nope. Not yet. I wanna watch. Wanna see you fall apart for me this time." He took his brother's hand and slid the fingers into his mouth. Sam sucked them lavishly until they were good and wet before releasing them once Dean was panting under him and staring into his eyes. "I want you in me and I wanna watch you come while you're inside me."

"Fuck. Fuck." Dean slammed his eyes closed and worked not to come right there. He gave a breathless laugh finally and opened his eyes again to see Sam grinning above him. "Think I like when you talk dirty."

Sam guided Dean's spit-wet fingers behind himself and shuddered as they brushed over his entrance. "Then you better open me up so you can put that cock in me."

"Fuck." Dean growled and rolled his brother so Sam was on his back again. He pushed one finger inside him, loving the needy moan he earned and pulled it back out. "Don't move." Dean ducked hastily off the bed and dug the lube out of his jeans pocket and then was back between Sam's legs. "Dude, I'm not opening you up with just spit."

Sam laughed and then gasped as Dean pushed a finger into him again. "Oh… ok. God."

"Just call me Dean."

Sam wanted to argue with him, but just then Dean pressed a finger into his prostate and the ability for coherent speech left him. He was reduced to single syllables and whines, pleas and gasps as his brother worked until he had three fingers in him and was brushing his prostate with every thrust of his fingers like it was his cock. "God. Dean! Dean, please! Please, please."

"Fuck. I love it when you beg, little brother." Dean pulled his fingers free of Sam and quickly spread lube over his own cock, shivering at his touch. He crawled back over Sam and leaned down to kiss his eyes one at a time. "You gonna watch while I slide into you?"

"Holy fuck, yes. Yes!" Sam opened his eyes. He felt the head of Dean's cock at his entrance and watched his big brother's face go slack with pleasure as he so slowly pushed inside. Sam moaned long and loud, unable to keep the sounds in with the visage of Dean overcome with pleasure because of him. He had wanted to see it so badly; needed to see Dean like this. "Love you!" Sam gasped as Dean bottomed out inside him and his cock rested against Sam's prostate in a maddening pressure that made his hips twitch.

It was somehow even more intimate, Dean thought as he slowly began to thrust into his brother; Sam watching him so avidly. The eye contact made it even more than it had been before. It choked him up a little as he stared into Sam's eyes, and he knew this was what had been missing; that connection. "Fuck, I love you, Sammy," Dean said and thrust home hard, jerking Sam an inch up the bed so he howled in pleasure.

"Dean!" Sam shouted his brother's name and couldn't help but slam his eyes closed as Dean began to fuck him in earnest. Every thrust moved him up the bed and made the mattress squeak and the headboard bang into the wall. It was perfect. He felt his orgasm already creeping up on him and just when he thought he was going to lose it completely, Dean's hand was on the base of his cock. His brother squeezed hard and stopped him from coming and Sam whimpered as he stared up at him desperately.

"Not yet," Dean growled and thrust again. "Not 'til I say, Sammy."

"Oh, God." Sam moaned and gasped, panting for breath with his orgasm so close and denied.

"Me first, remember?" Dean grinned. Normally, he would have been all about making Sam come first, but he knew what his brother wanted and he was going to give it to him. Sam deserved to see what Dean saw each time he made Sam come; the beauty of it. He thrust again, harder and harder until he was sure Sam would have bruises on the inside of his hips. "Close… so close, Sammy."

"Do it," Sam took hold of Dean's hips and pulled him in harder as they watched each other. He could see the look of pleasure-hazed strain on his face. "Come for me, Dean. Come!" Sam watched in awe as Dean shouted his name, threw his head back and came. He could feel Dean filling him up inside and his brother's face was a mask of passion until finally he slumped back down and huffed a breath into Sam's neck; his hips stilling for a moment but his grip never slackened on Sam's cock.

"Oh, fuck, Sam," Dean moaned and shivered through the end of his orgasm. He twitched his hips inside Sam and made himself thrust again. He picked his head back up to look at Sam with bleary eyes and smile. "Your… your turn."

Sam nodded raptly and held on to Dean while his brother continued to push in and out of him. Dean's hand loosened around his cock and began to stroke and Sam whined as the sensations began to overwhelm him. "Dean. Dean! Gonna… I'm gonna…"

"Yeah." Dean jacked Sam's cock harder and slammed his hips into his brother's one more time and it pushed him over the edge.

Sam came like a man possessed. He had to close his eyes as he howled out his pleasure. It broke through him in wave after wave with Dean over him and inside him, with his hand stroking his cock so expertly and then his teeth on his throat. He felt Dean ease out of him as the aftershocks began to dwindle but didn't have the energy just then to move. Sam cracked his eyes open just enough to see Dean's face and smiled lazily as he settled down beside him and drew Sam in, heedless of the mess of come spattered up his chest. Sam brought one trembling hand up to trace the line of Dean's jaw, watching with his eyes and smiled.

Dean smiled back and turned his face into Sam's palm. "I like you seeing me."

"I like seeing you." Sam brushed his fingers over Dean's soft, full lips and down his chin, feeling the scrape of day old stubble under the pads of his fingers. "Can't believe the hex just wore off like that."

"'Bout damn time it did." Dean leaned in and kissed Sam slow and deep before leaning back to look at his kiss-swollen lips and grin. "Told you we'd get your sight back."

Sam smiled more broadly and cuddled in against Dean's chest, tucking his head under his chin. "I had faith in you." He had faith that Dean would have made the best of it no matter what happened; even if Sam had stayed blind the rest of his life. And he had faith that he would find a way to stop whatever he had seen in the visions. Dean would not die on his watch. Not ever. Sam closed his eyes and for the first time in days, the darkness was comforting rather than frightening. He listened to Dean's steady breaths under his ear and watched the play of light through his closed lids with contentment; at peace.

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