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 NINE: WE'RE RUNNING OUT OF TIME

Dean stared at Sam for a long moment, not sure how to answer his little brother's question. He had absolutely no idea where the hell it left them. However, he knew where he wanted them to be. In bed. Together. Naked and going at it like fucking rabbits. But was that what Sam wanted? Honestly, he had no idea, and Sam's face wasn't giving anything away. Sighing, he ran his hand through his hair. "I don't know, Sammy."

Sam pressed his lips together in a tight line, nodding as he looked up at the ceiling. He knew that was going to be Dean's answer. Knew that Dean was just as confused as he was although he would never admit it. Slowly, Sam stood, grabbing his jeans as he did. He knew there was no reason to be mad at Dean for not saying what he wanted him to, but he couldn't help but feel a little upset that he didn't feel the same way Sam did about the matter. "I, uh--I should call Bobby, let him know I'm okay."

"I already called him last night and let him know you were fine," Dean assured him, sighing as he ran a hand through his hair. "Sammy, we should...you know, talk."

"About what, Dean?" Sam asked, stepping into his jeans. "I'm cured now, okay? You don't have to do me any more favors." Quickly, Sam grabbed his shirt, pulling it on and leaving the motel. He just needed to get away from Dean for a while. Then he would come back and everything would be fine.

"Sam--" Dean started, taking a step forward towards his brother, only to stop when the door slammed behind his retreating form. What the hell was his problem? Dean didn't do anything wrong. Well, that he knew of, but with Sam, he could never be sure. Again, he sighed, slouching down to the bed. "I wasn't doing you any favors," he muttered to the empty room. With another sigh, he rolled over, pulling his legs onto the bed as he closed his eyes in hopes of getting some sleep since he hadn't really gotten any the night before.

"Sam?" Bobby asked, opening the door to his motel room further. It didn't take a genius to tell that he had been sleeping when Sam knocked. "What are you doing here? Why aren't you with Dean?" Slowly, Bobby raised a sleepy hand, pressing the heal into his eye and rubbing the sleep away.

"I needed to get away for a while," Sam explained, biting his bottom lip. It was a little awkward talking to Bobby now, knowing that the older hunter had no idea about what he and Dean had done in the room right next to his not twenty-four hours ago. "Can-Can I come in?" Bobby nodded, stepping aside so Sam could walk in. "Thanks. I-I was kind of hoping we could do some research and try to find a way to get Dean out of his deal."

Bobby glanced at the clock, frowning. "Sam, it's 2:30 in the afternoon. Can't this wait, boy?" Now, Bobby wasn't one to sleep late, but after he had been at a bar almost all night looking for a succubus, sleeping until around four was inevitable for a man of his age. After all, he had been at the bar until three in the morning, and then it was a good thirty minute drive, and he needed at least eight hours of sleep to keep up with these two. And the more sleep the better, in his opinion.

Sam sighed, running a hand through his hair; a gesture he undoubtedly learned from Dean. "Uh, yeah. I-I'm sorry. I know you were up late last night." He walked over to the door, throwing over his shoulder, "I'll be back later. I'm going to talk to Dean." Before Bobby even had a chance to stop him, Sam was gone, leaving Bobby alone in his motel room once again.

Immobile. Arms pulled out to his sides as he leaned against the wall. Wrists tied tightly to the metal bar that made the headboard of the bed he was on. He tried to see why he was in such a position, and that was when he realized he couldn't see. Blindfolded. He was blindfolded. Not only that, but he was naked, too. What the hell?! His breath hitched in his chest when he felt the bed dipping by his feet, letting him know he was no longer alone.

He hated not being able to see. It made him so mad. Angrily, he pulled at the material holding his wrists in place. "Who's there?!" he ground out, feeling heat radiating from the new arrival as the person climbed up his body, careful not to touch. When he received no answer, he grew angry. "Who the hell is there?!"

Hot breath fanned over his ear, letting him know where the other person was. Still, he go no answer, however, he did receive something. A tongue pressed to his ear, licking up and down the shell, more hot breath tickling his ear and the back of his neck. He gasped as his earlobe was sucked into this person's mouth, teeth nibbling softly as that same tongue helped to suck on his lobe. Again, his breath hitched in his chest as his head instinctively turned to the side, giving this person better access to his ear and neck, a small gasp escaping him.

As lips began to torture him, trailing kisses down his neck and to his collarbone, sucking the flesh inside that hot mouth again, he was panting out his breaths. "Who-Who are you?" he asked, clenching his teeth together as he stifled the moan that threatened to tear from his throat. Again, he felt the hot breath fanning over his throat as his captor panted out breaths between heated kisses to his neck, throat and collarbone.

He gasped as he felt this person's hands on him for the first time since he arrived. Slightly calloused hands roamed over his chest, fingertips brushing lightly along his toned, well-muscled torso. Judging by the size and feel of the hands on him, he was about 99.9% sure the person on the bed with him was a man. Oh, hell no! The only man allowed to touch hi was Sam. Especially in this sort of way.

A low groan broke out of him as the man above him latched onto his nipple. And to his surprise, he found himself arching into the man's mouth, his now semi-hard cock aching for the man's touch. But he didn't want this. Not unless he was certain this man was Sam. And as of now, it could have been Bobby for all he knew.

Taking a few deep breaths to calm himself down, he sank down, pushing himself as far away from the man with him. "Stop," he breathed, his chest rising and falling with each panted breath. "Please, I-I don't want this." The fact that the man stopped both scared him and made hi happy. There was two ways this could go from here. One, the man would let him go and leave him alone. Or two, he would come back with a vengeance and not be as gentle as he had been before. "Just...tell me who you are."

He squeezed his eyes closed as he felt those hands wrap around his weeping cock, pumping him slowly. Hot breath fanned over his lips as he heard the man speak. "Shhh...let me take care of this for you," the man whispered, softly pressing his lips to Dean's. He didn't allow the kiss to last long, just a mere light touch before he pulled away, licking his lips as he moaned softly, his wrist pivoting as he continued to stroke Dean.

"Sammy?" Dean asked, panting as he was overwhelmed by the sweet sensation of having Sam's hand on his aching cock. Now that he knew it was Sam, he had no problem with it, therefore, he had no problem enjoying every minute of it. "God, Sammy," he moaned, bucking his hips so he could shove his dick into Sam's fist harder, fucking his brother's fisted hand as hard and fast as he wanted to.

Sam moved his free hand to wrap around Dean's back, slowly trailing down to his brother's ass. His lips met Dean's again as he reached his destination, long digits groping and kneading the muscular flesh of Dean's ass. "Mmmm...Dean," he moaned, pulling back and flicking his tongue along the seam of Dean's lips.

Once Sam's hand was on his ass, Dean's breathing began to increase. What the hell was Sam doing? Hadn't Dean made it very clear that he didn't bottom? "Sam, don't," he said, jade orbs staring into hazel as he begged him with his eyes not to do this to him.

"Don't what, Dean?" he asked, dipping his head so that he could kiss Dean's neck again. "I'm not going to do anything you don't want me to." Again, he kissed Dean's collarbone, sucking on his flesh softly. "I just...I need you, Dean. We're-We're running out of time." Before Dean could say anything else, Sam turned, lowering himself down onto Dean's erect cock, stopping only when Dean was buried to the hilt inside him. He made sure to give himself a few moments to adjust before he began to move, using his brother's dick to fuck himself.

"What do you--" Dean started, only to stop due to the loud moan that broke out of him when his cock was pushed inside Sam's tight hole. "Ungh....Sammy, what-what do you mean we're running out of time?" he asked, barely able to get the sentence out due to his moaning and gasping.

Sam didn't answer Dean's question, too occupied with what he was already doing. He pushed up off the bed, almost pulling completely off Dean before he slammed back down, thrusting his ass back and forth, setting a brutal pace. It wasn't long before Sam was cumming, hard and hot, his jism shooting out of his cock and splashing onto the bed sheets.

Dean groaned as Sam pulled off him, turning once again so that he was facing Dean. Was he really going to leave him like this?! Sam didn't even let him cum! "Sam...Sammy, please?" he begged, his hips bucking upwards only to meet air. "Sam..."

"Time's up, Dean," Sam whispered before he pulled his arm back and slammed it down again, the knife he was holding embedding itself deep in Dean's chest. "Time to pay up. Year's over. Enjoy Hell, big brother."

When Sam walked back into the room, Dean was sleeping, so he didn't bother waking him. Sure, he still wanted to talk to him, but he knew Dean was probably tired due to having to kill a succubus the night before. So, Sam figured this was a perfect opportunity to do some research. With any luck, he would find a way to get Dean out of this damn deal he was in and make sure he wasn't going to Hell in a week. One week! Seven days! One hundred and sixty eight hours! And if he didn't find something, he was going to lose his brother forever.

Dean's eyes snapped open as he jackknifed awake, his breathing heavy as his hands instinctively went to his chest where he had been stabbed in his dream. "Sam?" he asked, looking over at his brother. "When did you get back?"

"Not long ago. Maybe half an hour." He turned his gaze from the computer to Dean. "What were you dreaming about? I could hear you making some pretty serious happy noises."

"N-Nothing," Dean answered, running a hand through his hair. "What are you doing?" he asked, climbing from the bed and hiding his erection as best he could. However, Sam wasn't paying attention to him, so he really wasn't worried about it.

A smile played to Sam's lips as he looked back at the screen. "I found her, Dean," he answered, his smile widening. "I found Lilith."