DISCLAIMER: Unfortunately, I do not own Sam or Dean. They belong to Eric Kripke (lucky!) And I am just playing with the boys for my own twisted entertainment.
CHAPTER EIGHT: WHERE DOES THAT LEAVE US?
Dean's eyes widened as what Bobby just announced sank in. He had done it. Actually done it. He found the succubus, and now Sam could go back to being normal. So, why wasn't Dean jumping for joy? Shouldn't he have been at least a little happy? There was a reason behind this, and he knew exactly what it was. However, that didn't mean he had to admit it. "You found her?" he asked, pulling himself from the bed. "Where is she?"
"She'll be at a bar later tonight. The one right off Elk Street," Bobby explained, a wide grin on his face.
"Later tonight?" Sam asked, not quite able to hide the disappointment in his voice. No one would know why he was disappointed, he was sure, though. Bobby and Dean would just think it was because he was hoping for it to be sooner. But he knew the real reason.
"Yeah!" Bobby answered excitedly. "Come on, Sam, smile. I know you wish it was sooner, I do too. But we'll take what we can get, right?" Slowly, Sam nodded, flashing Bobby a small smile, which Bobby returned with much more enthusiasm than Sam's smile held. "Well, you boys better rest up because tonight, we cure our boy, Sam." With that, Bobby turned and walked out, undoubtedly off to his own room where he could rest up.
Once Bobby was gone, Dean plopped back down onto the bed, so many thoughts running through his head it was making him want to scream bloody murder. "So Sammy," he started, "you're getting cured tonight. Just think, tomorrow you'll go back to being normal."
Sam chuckled softly, walking over to the opposite bed and taking a seat. "Yeah...back to normal." He shrugged. "Well, as normal as I'll ever be." Dean nodded, clasping his hands together as he let them hang over his bent knees.
A few long moments of silence passed between the two, making Dean feel a bit awkward. He never liked the times where he and Sam had just learned vital information and there was complete silence as they came up with plans concerning their next move before talking it over. So, he took this silence as an opportunity to study Sam. To see if he could read his brother's face and find out just how Sam felt about all of this. But Dean was never the best at reading Sam. Other people, yeah, but Sam, hardly ever.
On the other hand, Sam could read Dean like an open book. He knew s soon as he looked at his brother something was bothering him. And if he was right, and he hoped he was, it was the same thing that was on his own mind. Taking a chance, Sam stood, closing the gap between himself and Dean, kneeling in front of him and cupping his cheek. When Dean pulled back just slightly, Sam thought about going back to the other bed, but chose to go with option number two.
Taking a chance again, Sam placed his hands on Dean's thighs, trailing them down to his knees slowly. Moving his fingertips, Sam placed his long, slender digits on the inside of each of Dean's knees, spreading them wide enough so he could squeeze between them. Licking his lips, Sam's gaze met his brother's whose eyes had been watching his every move. "Is this okay?" he asked, his eyes never leaving Dean's.
Dean nodded, letting out a shaky breath. "Do whatever you need to do, Sammy." He gasped, closing his eyes and biting his bottom lip as he felt his brother's hands slide up his shirt, fingers splayed over his pectorals as Sam's open palms rested on Dean's nipples, causing them to harden. His heart was racing, beating so hard against his chest, he was sure it was going to beat right out. And then he felt Sam's lips against his neck, causing him to lose what little control he had left.
Grabbing Sam's arms, Dean pulled Sam's mouth off of his neck so he could capture Sam's lips with his own. Their teeth clanked together as the kiss became more desperate, needy. Sam's hands moved all over Dean's upper body, mapping out every inch of him, wanting to memorize every muscle and line. Dean pulled back, moving farther onto the bed as he hauled Sam with him, their lips meeting again. "Get up here with me, Sasquatch," Dean mumbled through kisses. Sam didn't argue, instead climbed onto the bed, feeling the need to have Dean become stronger with each touch.
"Dean," Sam gasped, pushing Dean's shirt up his body, exposing his toned upper body. "I want this off," he stated, pushing at Dean's shirt again as it began to slip downwards, covering the flesh Sam had just exposed. Dean nodded, grabbing the hem of his T-shirt and pulling upwards, throwing it into the corner of the room once it was off his body. As soon as Dean's torso was bare, Sam leaned down, latching on to Dean's nipple and sucking the nub into his mouth, eliciting a loud moan from his brother.
Dean closed his eyes, biting his lip as he attempted to stifle the moan that Sam had pulled from him. After all, Bobby was in the room next to them, and Dean would have died of embarrassment if Bobby walked through that door and saw what he and Sam were doing. His hand went to Sam's shoulder, pushing him backwards, away from his nipple, so he could pull Sam's shirt off. He didn't know when Sam had gotten so muscular, after being such a scrawny kid. But he liked it. Again, he grabbed Sam's shoulder, pulling him back down for a hard kiss.
Sam parted his lips, giving Dean's tongue the access to his mouth that it had been begging for. Instantly, their tongues tangled, fighting for control. Dean won the battle, having been so much more experienced in his whorish ways. Sam didn't mind letting Dean have the lead, though, because in a few short moments, he was going to have Dean begging. Breaking the kiss, Sam moved his mouth, trailing kisses over Dean's cheek and down his neck to his shoulder. As his mouth worked Dean's body, his hands went to Dean's jeans, popping the button and pulling the zipper down. Shoving his hand inside Dean's boxers, Sam began to stroke his brother, smiling against Dean's skin as he heard his older brother gasping.
Dean bucked his hips into his brother's fist, making sure to get enough friction. Damn, Sam was skilled. "Fuck, Sammy," Dean moaned, forcing his aching cock into Sam's fist harder. There was no way he was going to last as long as Sam needed him to if he kept up his assault all over Dean's body. "Sam...lube, it's in my bag. Get it." Again, he stifled a moan before finishing, "Please?"
Sam pulled his mouth away from Dean's chest, licking his lips as he looked into Dean's pleading jade green eyes. Slowly, he shook his head as he tucked his fingers into the waistband of Dean's jeans and boxers, pulling them down. "Lift," Sam ordered, tugging at the remaining fabric on Dean's body. Dean did as he was told, lifting his ass off the bed so Sam could pull his pants and boxers off. When all of Dean's clothes were gone, Sam crawled back up Dean's body, stopping once his head was positioned between Dean's legs. Again, he licked his lips, pressing a kiss to each of Dean's inner thighs, teasing him before the real fun happened.
Dean let his legs drop open as he watched Sam kneel between his legs. He knew what was going to happen, and he was more than willing to allow it. Again, he moaned as Sam's mouth was on him again, pressing kisses to his thighs. His hands went to the bedsheets, grabbing them in a white knuckled grip as he was relentlessly tortured, waiting for Sam to get with the program. "Sam, come on, stop teasing," he complained, biting his bottom lip once more.
Again, Sam smiled, running his hands over Dean's legs, his fingers coming so close to touching Dean's throbbing erection before he pushed them upwards, running them along Dean's abdomen instead. Again, he smiled as he heard Dean almost whimper. Finally, Sam couldn't stand to tease anymore, needing to taste Dean like he had apparently done the night before, although he couldn't remember it for the life of him. But tonight, he was going to remember. All of it. Every touch, every taste, every sensation, every gasp, every moan. Everything.
With another smile, Sam grasped the base of Dean's shaft, lowering his head to take Dean's cock deep in his mouth, humming around it's length. Dean gasped as he felt Sam's mouth devour his cock. It took all the strength he had not to buck his hips and drive his aching erection deeper into his brother's willing mouth. "Oh, God...Sammy," Dean moaned, biting his bottom lip as he tried so desperately to hold still.
Sam pulled back, running his tongue along the underside of Dean's cock before circling it around the tip. Again, he took his brother inside, but just the crown, sucking hard, drawing yet another moan out of Dean. Opening his mouth wide, Sam took Dean deep again, hollowing out his cheeks and swallowing, letting Dean feel his throat work against the tip of his cock before bobbing his head up and down, his hand jacking the lower part of Dean's shaft that he couldn't fit into his mouth.
Finally, Dean couldn't take it anymore, and he had to move. Slowly, he brought his hand to the back of his brother's head, pushing him down further, forcing his cock deeper. He could tell when Sam just stopped moving all together and let him do all the work, but that was fine. As long as Sam was sucking, he was okay with anything else. Again, he moaned as he felt Sam's free hand cupping his balls, rolling them between his fingers.
Sam's jaw was starting to hurt, but he didn't want to disappoint Dean, so he kept going. Well, until he couldn't stand it anymore and he had to stop. Pulling off Dean's cock, Sam moved his jaw around , hoping to dull some of the pain. He then crawled up his brother's body, grabbing his shoulder and rolling so that Dean lay on top of him. "Fuck me, Dean," he begged, grinding his cock against Dean's spit-slick member.
Dean dipped his head, capturing his brother's lips with his own. Slowly, he ran his hands down Sam's sides, gripping his hips and pulling his brother's ass off the bed, kneading the firm flesh. Breaking the kiss for air, he brought his right hand back up his brother's body, his left still groping Sam's ass. Gently, he placed his index and middle fingers at Sam's mouth, letting him know he wanted him to suck on them. Sam did as he was silently told, wrapping his tongue around them before Dean pulled them away.
Again, Dean trailed his hand down Sam's body, careful not to touch him with his wet fingers. Once his hand was at his brother's ass again, Dean slowly spread Sam's ass cheeks, eliciting a small moan from Sam. "Shhh...I got you, Sammy," he whispered, pushing one of his fingers past the tight ring of muscle at Sam's entrance, fucking him with it.
Sam gasped as his brother's index finger breached him, moaning softly as Dean moved his finger in and out of Sam's hole. "Dean..." he moaned, pushing his hips down as Dean's finger worked him, needing to feel Dean inside him. Again, he moaned as Dean added a second finger, gripping Dean's shoulder as he felt his brother's fingers scissoring inside of him, opening him for what was to come. Sam threw his head forward, letting it fall to the crook of Dean's neck, his hot breath fanning over Dean's neck and shoulder as he gasped from the sensations running through him.
Slowly, Dean pulled his fingers from his brother's ass, holding his hips in place as he slid his cock inside Sam's stretched hole. He made sure to go slow, sliding himself in inch by inch until he was buried balls deep so he didn't hurt Sam. It was so hard to hold still when he felt Sam's ass clenching around him. But he knew he had to. He had to give Sam time to adjust to the invasion before he just mindlessly fucked him.
Sam could see how much strain Dean was putting on himself as he tried not to move. Tried to give Sam time to adjust to his full length inside of him. As he began to get used to the invasion, he rocked his hips a little, testing the waters, so to speak. Slowly, he nodded. "Yeah, Dean, come on, move."
Sam didn't have to tell Dean twice. As soon as he heard the word 'move,' he pulled almost completely out before thrusting back inside, setting a good rhythm. He moaned as he felt Sam's short, blunt fingernails dig into his shoulders. "Are you okay, Sammy?" he asked, trying to be as gentle as possible. He knew Sam wasn't used to this, and that he was going to have to take it slow, but it was just so damn hard. And, really, it was all Sam's fault for being so fucking hot when he's in bed.
Letting out the breath that he had been holding, Sam nodded again, pulling on Dean's shoulders to get him closer as he rocked his hips, pushing his ass further down onto Dean's hard cock inside of him. "Y-Yeah, Dean, I'm fine." He moved his arms so that his left arm was on Dean's back, palm flat in the center of it while his right arm wrapped around Dean's neck, long digits tangling in his short hair. "I need you, Dean. Please?"
Roughly, Sam pulled Dean's head downwards, locking their lips with brutal force. Dean knew what that meant. The succubus was getting a little hungry. It made him furious to know that this bitch was feeding off his brother. Making Sammy feel like this. He was going to kill this piece of shit bitch and he was going to enjoy every second of it. "Please, Dean?" Sam begged as he broke the kiss, only to do it again, their teeth clacking together as Sam tried to devour him.
He didn't know what Sam wanted, and it pissed him off. As the kiss was broken again, Dean looked into Sam's eyes, seeing that his brother was pretty much gone. It was the same vacant look he had been met with when Sam had tied him to this damn bed. "Sammy, what do you need?" he asked, hoping to get through to his brother. Slowly, he dipped his head, kissing Sam's neck. "This?" he asked, allowing his lips to barely touch Sam's skin again, smiling as he heard his brother moan.
Removing his right hand from Sam's hip, he drug it across Sam's lower abdomen, slowly making his way to his brother's throbbing erection. One his hand was where he wanted it, Dean wrapped his fingers around Sam's hard shaft, slowly stroking him, rubbing his thumb over Sam's slit before pivoting his wrist and sliding his hand back down. "Or is this what you want, Sammy?" he asked, dropping his head so he could kiss Sam's collarbone.
"Ungh...Dean," Sam moaned, pushing the hand that was resting on Dean's back down, effectively pressing Dean's body closer to his. "Harder, Dean," he ordered, feeling his release coming quickly with every stroke of Dean's skilled hand.
Dean nodded, bracing himself by placing the hand that wasn't working his brother on the bed beside Sam's head. He thrust his cock in deeper, angling his hips so the tip of his dick hit Sam's prostate, smiling as he heard his brother moan in approval. With each thrust, the bed moved with them, slamming off the wall before moving back down to do it again in time with Dean's brutal pace. Sam's hands were back on Dean's shoulders now, and they were holding on with bruising force, making Dean want to swat them away. However, when he felt hot threads of cum hit his chest and stomach, he was too far gone to do anything but ride out the waves of his own orgasm, Sam's name falling from his lips before he collapsed onto his brother's chest.
A knock sounded at the door, causing Dean to jackknife awake. He could hear Bobby yelling for him and Sam, but he didn't want to get up. Then, he remembered that they were on a schedule, and there was only a small window where they would be able to kill this bitch and save Sam. Groaning, he pulled himself from the bed, pulling his jeans on over his naked body as he made his way to the door. Slowly, he opened it, turning back towards the bed and walking over to Sam once again as Bobby walked inside.
Gently, Dean nudged Sam, attempting to wake him up. However Sam was in a deep sleep and didn't want to be bothered. Therefore, he simply swatted Dean's hand away and rolled onto his side, sighing heavily. "Sam, get up, Bobby's here," Dean urged, nudging Sam harder. Still, Sam didn't wake, instead groaning and telling Dean to give him five more minutes. This time, Dean kicked the mattress, causing Sam to roll off the other side with a small yelp.
Bobby looked at Dean, shocked as he saw what he had done to Sam. "Dean, you shouldn't kick your brother around like that. He's in a very fragile state right now! Remember that there's a succubus sucking the life out of him, ya idjit?"
"Well, Bobby, if we want to get this bitch and kill her, we can't leave Sam here alone," Dean explained, grabbing Sam's jeans and throwing them at him. Sam caught them as he stood, the sheets in a white knuckled grip around his hips.
"I don't want to go," Sam argued, sitting back down on the bed.
"What?" Dean asked, walking over to him and kneeling in front of him. "What do you mean you don't want to go? This is how we're going to cure you."
Sam shook his head. "I don't want to go. I want to stay here." Defiantly, he lay back down, rolling on his side so his back was facing Dean.
"Sam," Dean started, reaching for his brother, only to be stopped by Bobby. Dean sighed as Bobby pulled him to his feet and over to the other side of the room. "What, Bobby?" he asked, pulling his arm away.
"I think this is all part of her plan. Maybe she's planning on coming here tonight when Sam was alone to finish the job," Bobby explained, raising his brows. "That's why Sam doesn't want to come. She's controlling him right now."
"And what if you're wrong, Bobby?" Dean asked. "Huh? What if she shows up at that bar and some other guy gets ganked? Then what?"
"I'll go to the bar and see if I can spot her. If I do, I'll call you and keep her occupied 'til you get there. Meanwhile, you can stay here and protect Sam in case she comes here. It's a win-win, boy."
Dean nodded, letting Bobby know he was on board with the plan. "Hey," he called as Bobby walked to the door, causing the older hunter to turn his way. "Be careful."
Bobby gave him a small smile and a head nod. "You too, boy. And keep your brother safe, ya idjit." With that, Bobby was out the door, on his way to the bar.
Sighing, Dean walked over to the bed, sitting down next to Sam. "Hey, I'm gonna watch TV. You want to watch?" Sam shook his head, still not facing Dean. He didn't take it to heart, though, he knew Sam was suffering right now. So, he picked up the remote, flicking on the television and watching some late night television show. After all, there was nothing else to do at the time.
After about ten minutes of pointless television, Dean was beginning to fall asleep. This always happened. That was the reason he turned on these idiotic shows. But tonight, he had to stay awake. He had to make sure that succubus wasn't coming to the motel looking to finish off what she started with Sam. Well, there was no way that was happening. He needed something to keep him awake, so he began flipping through the stations.
Before he knew what was happening, Sam was straddling his hips, nimble digits quickly working open the button and zipper of Dean's jeans. Sam's hand was then shoved inside Dean's jeans, large hand sliding under the denim to palm Dean's flaccid cock. Sam's head dipped down, nipping Dean's neck as he began to slowly rock back and forth on Dean's thighs, his hard cock pressing against Dean's abdomen with every forward thrust.
Dean groaned as he felt his brother's hand on his dick, making him somewhat hard with the slightest touch. "S-Sam, stop," he said. "I-I have to concentrate here. I can't--Sam!" His head fell backwards, resting on the wall behind him as his eyes slid closed. "Ungh...Sam, please?"
Sam wasn't listening. He was too enthralled with what he was doing to Dean. "Dean...I want you," he whispered into his neck, his tongue darting out to lick the flesh over Dean's pulse point. "Please, Dean, I need you to help me."
Opening his eyes, Dean looked at Sam's profile, wondering why the hell he was coming on to him after they had just done this not twelve hours ago. His eyes widened as he saw a woman standing in the corner of the room, eyes closed, head down as she chanted in some language that he couldn't understand. "Hey!" he yelled, causing the woman to look up at him, her red eyes flashing with hatred.
Quickly, Dean shoved Sam off of him, causing his baby brother to moan in protest. As Dean was about to stand, Sam grabbed his wrist, pulling him back towards him as he curled up next to him, holding him as place. "Dean, no, don't...leave. I need you."
Dean groaned as he was pulled into Sam again. "Dammit, Sam, let me up!" he yelled, needing to get to the succubus. Sam didn't listen, though and Dean felt his hard cock pressing against his jean clad ass as Sam pulled him impossibly closer. Again, Dean attempted to get Sam off of him, but it didn't work. Sighing, he rolled his eyes. "I'm sorry, Sammy," he said before bringing his elbow back and snapping it into Sam's nose, knocking him unconscious. As soon as Sam was out, Dean peeled himself away from him, grabbing the gun that he had conveniently place next to the bed, aiming it at the succubus.
She hissed at him, rushing forward in an attempt to attack. But Dean was fast, and he dodged the claws coming at him, turning to face her again as he fired off a few rounds into her chest. She fell to the floor with a loud screech, her body disintegrating into a large pile of sticky goo that seemed to seep through the floor. Quickly, Dean pulled out his cell, calling Bobby. "Hey, I got her." Closing the phone again, he walked over to Sam, pulling him into his arms as he waited for him to wake up.
It wasn't until mid afternoon the next day that Sam finally woke. He pushed on Dean's chest, frowning as he realized that he drooled on him. Slowly, he began to wipe away the spit on Dean's chest, frowning slightly. Dean woke then, watching Sam as he rubbed his chest. "What are you doing, Sammy?" he asked, his voice still heavy with sleep.
"I drooled on you," Sam answered, getting the last bit of drool off of Dean. Slowly, he looked up at Dean, wondering where they stood now. He remembered everything about last night. Well, up until the point Dean had knocked him unconscious. "So, did you kill her? Am I better, now?"
Dean smiled, nodding. "Yeah, Sammy, I got her." He was nervous now, wondering what Sam was thinking. His palms began to sweat, and he desperately wanted to be able to read his brother's mind like all those superheros in the comic books.
Sam sighed, noticing that Dean was nervous. And it pretty much matched his own feelings. "So..." he started, looking down at the bed sheets. He looked at Dean again before he asked, "Where does that leave us?"