Chapter 11

"So what do you think we can do besides killing people with our minds?" Dean asked the next morning after Sam came back with breakfast.

Sam shrugged, "I think telekinesis? I mean all the demons we've come across have used telekinesis against and I kinda did it last night without really thinking about it."

"Yeah?"

Sam nodded, "Try it."

"Okay," Dean said and thought about the remote. It floated to him. "Dude, that was awesome!"

Sam laughed, "Okay, how about we focus on the case now."

"Right, so what've we got?"

"Three women, mid-twenties, all mysteriously died. No heart attack, no missing heart. So I guess that rules out werewolf," Sam said fidgeting in his seat.

"Dude, you okay? Please tell me you're not wanting it," Dean moaned.

Sam shook his head, "No, but I really need to take a piss, but wanted to wait until we was finished."

Dean laughed, "Dude! Go to the bathroom."

Sam left and used the bathroom leaving Dean to his thoughts. He thought about Sam and what was happening to the both of them. Sam came out of the bathroom shortly after wiping his hands.

"Dean, we'll be okay."

"What are you talking about?"

"You were thinking that something bad was gonna happen."

"Well, ye-wait. You heard my thoughts?"

"Uh, I think so."

"Okay, so think something to me."

Sam thought, I love you, Dean.

Dean smiled, "I love you too. Holy shit! We can hear each other's thoughts."

"I think it's just when it's guided to us."

"Dude, that's cool. Anyway so let's get in gear and go interview some witnesses."

"Sure," Sam replied as Dean looked at him funny. "What?"

"You okay, Sammy? You're not pining for it are you?"

"Dean! No! I'm not 'pining' for it. Actually I'm good."

"You sure? Cause I don't want be in the middle of the hunt and you begging for it."

"I'm fine. Let's just go."

"It was really weird, you know?"

"What was?" Dean asked the woman.

"I had just gotten off the phone with Kendra. I told her I was coming over. She was really upset and said she wanted to see me. So I told I'd be right over. When I got here and she didn't answer the phone, I got worried. I searched for her spare key and came into the house and found her dead on the kitchen floor."

"Do you know what she was upset about? Maybe her boyfriend or something?"

"No, Kendra wasn't dating anyone or even married. Honestly officer, I don't know."

Dean nodded, "Well thank you for your time."

"Mrs. Freda, can you tell me what happened?" Sam asked.

The woman shrugged, "I don't know. Molly was just sitting here on the bench watching the children, kinda sad. I had turned my back and checked on my grandson and when I turned back around, Molly was laying on the ground. I rushed over and checked her pulse and she was dead. That was when I called the police."

"Do you know why she was so sad?"

"I don't know. Molly had been sad for several days but I never talked to her about it."

"Does Molly have a husband or boyfriend that might know?"

"No."

Sam sighed, "Alright, Mrs. Freda, thank you for your time," he left and headed back to the motel room to meet up with Dean.

"So apparently these women just up and died. Without a reason," Sam said straddling Dean.

"Yeah and what's weird is that none of them are married or have boyfriends," Dean said kissing his brother's throat.

"Mm. What's so strange about that?"

Dean shrugged and pulled Sam down to fully kiss his mouth. Sam sighed and opened his mouth letting Dean enter.

"Dean, come on, we need to work on the case," Sam said as they parted.

"Well you're the one straddling my hips," Dean grinned and nipped Sam's throat, "You don't expect me not to take advantage do you?"

"Well I was kinda…mmm," Sam moaned as Dean nipped his navel.

"Like that, Sammy?"

"Mhm," Sam said and tugged on Dean's shirt.

Dean chuckled as he got the hint and took his shirt off before Sam could rip it. Dean worked Sam's belt as Sam undid his stripping them both naked. Sam, who was still straddling Dean moved lower and took his brother into his mouth.

"Damn, Sam!"

Sam took his mouth off and grinned for a minute before going back to his task of sucking his brother's cock. Sam continued to suck his brother harder and faster. Dean soon felt himself tense and he knew he wasn't far off from coming.

"Sammy, stop," Dean panted.

Sam pulled off, "What's wrong, Dean?"

"Gonna come, Sammy. Need to be inside you."

Sam chuckled and climbed on top of Dean only to have Dean flip their positions. Dean spread his brother wide and after telekinetically bringing the lube into his hands, began to prep his brother.

"Shit, Dean!" Sam screamed as Dean's finger found that spot.

Dean quickly prepped his brother and then slicked himself and entered his brother quick and hard.

"God, Dean!"

Dean stilled and waited.

"Fuck, Dean. Move."

Dean moved slowly at first causing Sam to whimper.

"Faster, please?"

Dean moved faster working up to a steady rhythm. Sam had to grip Dean's hips to prevent himself from falling over the edge as Dean slammed into him harder and harder. Dean watched as Sam's hazel eyes flickered to black and knew his green eyes had changed as well. Sam grabbed his cock and jerked it in time to Dean's hard thrusts and soon he was coming all over their sweaty chests. Dean slammed into him a couple more times before he came too.

Dean was playing point man while Sam was picking the lock to the morgue.

"Jackpot," Sam said as the lock clicked.

"Good, let's go."

The two entered the morgue and began searching for the bodies.

"Hey, Dean, check this out."

"What is it?" Dean said walking over to stand next to Sam.

"It's the mortician's report on the three women, who are over there," Sam replied pointing.

"What does it say?"

"According to the autopsy that was done, nothing was wrong with them. No signs of heart attack, No missing organs, no infections, cancer. Nothing. So what the hell caused them to die?"

Dean shrugged and closed his eyes in thought, not realizing that he was opening himself up, "Huh."

"What?"

"I dunno, but it was like I was searching them."

"Like telekinetically?"

Dean nodded, "Yeah, and it was weird."

"What?"

"They felt empty. Like they had no life in them."

"Well, yeah, they're dead."

Dean shook his head, "Not what I meant. Try it."

Sam did exactly what Dean did and he felt it too, "It's like their life essence is gone. Even when someone dies, their souls, or life essences are still intact."

"So what the hell happened? I mean what the fuck are we dealing with?"

"Some kinda soul stealing demon?"

"Very funny, Sam."

"I'm being serious, Dean. Anyway I will research it when we get back to the motel."

"You know I wish there was some way we could know exactly what the hell we can do," Dean said as they snuck back out the morgue."

Sam nodded, "I know," he replied climbing in the passenger seat.

"Maybe we could ask Bobby if he has a book on demons."

Sam just shook his head as Dean drove back to the motel room. Once inside Sam sat at the table and booted up his laptop.

"Hey, you mind if I leave you here for a bit? I was gonna head to that bar we passed."

"What for?"

"Pool. We're running low on cash and I was gonna try and hustle some pool."

Sam rolled his eyes but waved his brother off.

"Be back soon," Dean said as he left the room.

An hour later, Dean returned with a grin on his face and noticed Sam was in some kind of trance. He was sitting on the bed with his eyes clenched shut and blood was running down his nose.

"Sammy? What the hell are you doing?"

Sam opened his eyes and his were black for a minute before fading to hazel. "Huh?"

"Dude, you're nose is fucking bleeding. What the hell were you doing?" Dean asked grabbing a tissue and holding it against Sam's nose and pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Dean, I'm fine," Sam mumbled.

"You are not fine, you have a fucking nosebleed. Now hold still."

"Dean," Sam moaned and wiggled away from him.

"Sam, what happened?" Dean asked again noticing how weak Sam seemed to appear.

"Nothing, I wanted to try something."

"What?"

"I wanted to see if I can find Damien. I mean, we're demons now, so we should be able to find him."

"Dude, you should've waited for me to come back before trying something like that. Seriously Sam, you could've hurt yourself."

"I'm fine."

"No you're not. Not only did your nosebleed, but you look ready to keel over any minute. Really Sam, we have no idea how to use these powers or even what we can do. You need to be careful."

Sam pushed Dean off, "I said I'm fine, now leave me alone."

Sam attempted to stand only to stumble and almost fall on his face, if Dean hadn't caught him.

"See? You're not fine. Now come on and lay down."

Sam allowed himself to be guided to the bed. He fell asleep almost instantly. Dean shifted so he lay next to him and pulled Sam into his chest. He kissed his brother's neck and was surprised when Sam moaned.

"Dean," Sam moaned.

"Sammy?"

"Dean. Need it. Need you. Now."

TBC...