A/N: Okay, this took way too long to finish but at least it's complete now and I can rest. Too many unfinished stories and not enough time! This ending is pure smut and smexing and very little plot at all, sorry. Thanks for hanging in there with me and for reading this story. Comments are LOVE!
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"Next part's gonna be even better." And the promise in Sam's voice has him trembling with anticipation, knows the best is yet to come and fuck, he can't wait-
Strong hands pull Dean to his knees, Sam's long fingers stretching his ass cheeks apart and his hole is wide open, gaping, feels his brother's gaze burning into him and he tries to bring his legs together, to hide himself, because it's goddamn embarrassing, being exposed like this.
Dean's face is blushing with shame, with heat, and he doesn't want to be weak, needy but he is, and he's showing everything, his innermost place and he squirms, tries to get away but Sam hands are a tight clench on his thighs, the words soothing, calming him like nothing else can.
Because it's worship and love, awestruck and grateful-
"Fuck, look at you, at your sweet hole, it's just…God, it's trembling so pretty for me, freaking perfect, it's hungry for me, Dean, for my mouth and my dick, can't wait any longer, shit, gotta taste-" And the flutter over his entrance is soft as a butterfly, barely there and Dean throws a look over his shoulder, keening wild in his chest. The hot wet of Sam's tongue is licking over his entrance with a purpose, diving in, learning every inch of him, opening him up and he's whimpering out with the goodness of it, feels so freaking incredible that he has to question, to test.
"What-why you keep –oh, fuck - putting your tongue in me, man? Isn't it-ahhh, isn't it gross or something?" Dean's panting out the words because Jesus, Sam's tongue feels deliciously warm, decadent, moving inside him like a sensuous snake, the slurping sounds filling his head, so fucking dirty it turns him stupid, makes him quake in his own skin at the thought. It's good, though, filthy and delicious, can't barely keep his sanity, the hot tickle of it licking across, diving in and holy shit.
Makes his knees weak and his brain stupid, like he's melting inside, slow and luscious ooze, and he wants to spread his legs wide, let Sammy have him, claim him, wants to feel that fucking sinful tongue everywhere.
Sam's mouth is sucking now, pulling at his puckered entrance, his teeth nipping at the furls of sensitive skin and rushes shiver through him, can't take the pleasure, the ravenous need that's overcoming him but it slides through, fills him like nothing else ever has and he's a quivering nerve, wanting and needy, no longer Dean Winchester, hunter, nope, now, he's just fuck me and please and more-
And Sammy's voice is weak, like he's overwhelmed and it thrills Dean, makes him feel desired and hot as hell, "Dean, you taste-so goddamn sweet, it's, fuck, all I want, just want more of this-not, not gross, it's you, all you and Jesus, just want to fucking drown in you."
He's flipped onto his back, barely sucks in a breath before his hips are lifted, pushed towards his face and Sam pulls down his arms, positions his hands so Dean's holding himself open, knees curled to his chest, spreading himself wide, puckered hole stretched, exposed.
Has one moment of blushing shyness before Sam's mouth is on him, sucking at his opening, moaning like Dean's the best flavor he's ever sampled on his tongue, and the mind-shattering heaven of it floods through Dean, rocks his world because it's delicious and perfect and he can't do anything else but babble idiotically and pull his knees wider-because, damn, Sam's mouth-
The maddening tongue fucks in and out of him, lips humming up and down his crack and shooting jolts of electric shock through his spine, balls twitching with reaction and ohGod, ohGod!
The noises he's making are hungry wretched sounds, guttural and harsh, and he's begging like a fucked-out whore, no sense, no reason, "Sam, holy, just, ahhh, that's it, so good, you just…oh, oh, shit! Oooooohhhhh, damn, that feels good! Need-need your fingers, your cock, need everything, all of it and Jesus Christ!"
Two fingers tug at his entrance, slide underneath Sam's sensuous tongue and go knuckle deep, making Dean's back arch, frozen in time, as he feels every inch of them, carving him out and filling him at the same time.
Because the sweetness that rocks through him, the arousal that hardens his dick and tightens his balls is so freaking strong, it overwhelms him and all he can do is make needy sounds in his throat, because he's never felt like this before, wanted and needed – so fucking hungered for, his brain can't even cope with it.
And he can't help the pleading, the begging, because he's lost, lost with all of this, owned by his fucking brother and it's all Sam now, his will, his way and Dean's just hanging on for the ride.
Sam's fingers pull at his hole, dive in and shove up inside him so sweet-
Dean swears he can taste his orgasm licking through him as his dick tightens and clenches, the flutter in his belly shuddering into a wave as Sam's fingers press into that spot inside.
Shoots him to the moon and back and he's jerking out of control, thrashing as his prostate is pushed and nudged, attacked mercilessly once Sam realizes he's hit it, leaving him weak and trembling.
Hears himself moaning, a sob ripping out of his throat because it's so delicious, so perfect, he can't deal, "Oh, shit, ohhhh fuck, Sammy, Jesus, feels so, ahhh, ahhhh…"
Sam's tongue is back, sliding right up alongside the plunging fingers, filling him so good and he's shivering, shaking-
His dick stiffens more, throbs into the air and it's so fucking incredible, the sweet hum in his ass, the languid thrusts and sinful licking, the obscene wet noises that fill the air and he's caught, back arched, held in the rigid throes of almost-coming, his toes curling with it-
Sam's up suddenly, looming over him, his mouth inches away from Dean's, his eyes burning with desire, and his words turn Dean steamy, the hiss of them sizzling through his nerve endings, making Dean hot all over, "Want you to see me taking you, want to see your eyes when you feel my cock pushing deep inside you, want to kiss that sweet mouth, let you taste yourself on my tongue-"
And his mouth is covered with a scorching kiss, the taste of himself on Sam's tongue is dirty, filthy but so fucking right – it's perfect, just like they are.
Complete only when they're together.
Sam pulls away, fumbles down below, spits, spits again, and Dean feels it, a pushing at his slicked hole, strong and unyielding and he sucks in a breath, can't believe he's finally here, that he gets to have this.
His quivering entrance is fighting, trying to close but the pressure of Sam's cock increases and his brother wins the fight, sliding in with a pop of release and oh fuck-
It's huge, bigger than huge, it's the biggest dick in the world and it's jammed into Dean's ass-
Sam thrusts in with his hips, gains two inches before Dean's muscles lock down over Sam's mammoth dick, his poor hole stretched wide and he can't, he can't-
Hear himself whimpering, whining, the burn of penetration all he knows and he's twisting, trying to get away from the thick length impaling him, his voice high-pitched and wavering, "Sam-Sammy, can't, too big, it-fuck, it hurts-"
"Shhhh, Dean, just relax, gonna go slow, gonna take my time with you, make it so good for you. Gonna make you come just from my dick inside you-" As he talks, Sam's fingers circle over Dean's sensitive inner thighs and up over his calves, kissing, stroking and petting, tickling over his skin like a gentle feather.
Big hands ghost over Dean's ribs, caressing and soothing, and Sam's mouth is right there, covering Dean's in a blazing kiss, taking his tongue so good, swallowing down his frantic breaths, and he's pushed back, Sam taking over, stealing kiss after kiss, licking Dean's taste out of his mouth and he opens up, responds back eagerly because his brother's the best fucking kisser in the world.
Sam's dick pushes in another inch, and another, the caressing hands never stopping, the mouth on his raw hunger, fiery lust but Sam doesn't hurry, takes his mouth, his ass languid and slow, making good on his promise to take all the time Dean needs.
When Sam hits bottom, filling Dean completely, it's magical, perfect, because they're one heart, one body, and it doesn't hurt anymore, now it's a tickling burn, an itch that needs sating and Dean clenches down, wiggles his hips but it doesn't help, it just makes it worse-
Manages to free his mouth and starts begging, "Sammy, fuck, you gotta move or something, can't-need-fuck, please-"
And Sam smiles at him, places another kiss on his swollen lips and pulls back, sliding out of his stretched out channel and easing back in with a gentle push, going so deep that Dean feels it in his throat and he groans with the goodness of it, the pleasure-filled wave flooding his loins and he needs more, harder.
He hooks a hand around Sam's neck, jerks him down and bites at his mouth, wraps his legs around Sam's ass and locks his heels, his other hand clawing at Sam's back, "Please, Sammy, take me-need it, rough, hard, need to fucking feel you-"
Sam locks eyes with him, sees inside of Dean, his want, his need and he nods, dips his head and nips at Dean's throat before he sucks a deep mark there, jerks his hips back until he's almost out of Dean and gives a mighty thrust.
The rush of it is pure heaven and Dean is crying out his delight as Sam pulls out and snaps his hips in again, plundering deep, harsh shoves that fill him up, shatter him and something inside is building, a torrent of simmering lust that's climbing higher with every plunge, ripping up his defenses and leaving Dean a whimpering mess.
Becomes lost in the rhythm of it, Sam's hot length thrusting in and out, the maddening slide a sweet release and the thump against his prostate is too much, not enough.
So Goddamn beautiful he almost cries with it, never knew anything could be this good, this pure.
The wave inside quivers, gives one last burst of delight and he crests, his orgasm exploding out of him and Sam pulls out, drops down and sucks his shooting dick into his mouth, drinking down every drop, Dean shouting out nonsense words, babbling out his frantic love for this man, the shockwaves of pleasure rocking through his body, leaving him gasping and boneless, staring down at Sam with glazed exhausted eyes.
Sam licks him clean, moves back up and slips his dick back in, thrusting deep and Dean can't even clench down, got no fight left.
Sam gets his hands behind Dean's knees and lifts, pushing his legs to his chest and curling his ass up to just the perfect angle and starts fucking into him hard and fast, working his way towards his own completion and all Dean can do is hang on for the ride.
"Oh, shit, Dean, oh, fuck-" And Sam stills, grinds the wide base of his dick into Dean's used hole and his body jerks with spasms, the hot wet of his come spilling into Dean, he can feel it, filling him, warm and slick and he's earned this, every freaking drop.
Tries to clench his ass to milk every bit of come from Sam's dick, manages enough that Sam cries out with it, gives another pulse in his ass and then collapses down, huffing out his breath into Dean's neck, pattering small kisses there as he recovers.
"God, I love you, Dean."
Dean closes his eyes, wraps his arms around Sam's shoulders and holds him close, and he's so fucking happy, never been as happy as he is right now, his heart full and aching with love for his Sammy and all he can do is give a small moan of completeness and whisper back, "Right back atcha, Sammy. Right back atcha."
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Dean jerks awake, the weight on his chest heavy and full and damn, where the fuck is he?
And why does his ass hurt like hell?
There's dark hair just under his cheek, tickling his skin and the weight is a warm body, long length of muscle and it's Sam, fast asleep and snoring gently and the memories flood through his brain and mmmm, yeah…
They must have fallen asleep after-
Wait, is that-? It is, Sam's still inside him, Dean's legs splayed limp around his brother's hips, Sam's half-hard cock buried deep and already growing, stirring as if from Dean's thoughts alone and it wakes up his own lust, panting breath and sizzling heat, and even though he's sore as shit, he could probably do another round if Sammy's interested.
He reaches up, pushes Sam's hair back and strokes his thumb over Sam's mouth.
Sees his brother's eyes blink awake, become aware and focus on him, take him in, pure love flowing through, surrounding him and leaving Dean a helpless mess of twitching nerves, arousal coursing through him like wildfire and he can't get enough of this, any of this.
And he sees Sam's eyes stutter and halt, sees him glance down in alarm and then up, catching Dean's gaze with apologetic remorse, "Shit, man, I-never even pulled out! Dean, I'm so sorry, you must be so fucking sore-" Sam's voice is sleep-rough, hoarse, almost gutted and it itches at Dean's nerves, scorches through him wicked and hungry, and all he wants right about now is to just get fucked, hard and fast, by his baby brother's massive dick-
Sam starts to pull back, struggle off Dean's body, and comes to a dead stop when Dean's legs lock around his hips, sleepy confused eyes finding his, "Dean, what-?"
And Dean reaches out, lets his fingers trail down Sam's chest to a soft nipple, playing there until it hardens into a tight bud under his touch, getting a gasp of pleasure even as Sam's frantically searching his eyes and he lets the lust in, shows it to Sam and sees his brother's eyebrows shoot up, the delighted smile dimpling in his cheeks, "You sure?"
"Hell, yeah." And Dean lets his own smile shine through, "No sense wasting perfectly good morning wood, Sammy, 'specially since you already deposited all that lubrication in there."
And Sam laughs, shakes his head and reaches down, lifting Dean's thighs up, pushing knees to chest, tilting and opening Dean's ass up for a better angle-
The air sizzles, spits and changes, morphs from playful to hotfire in two seconds, because Sam's dick is lengthening, growing and stiffening, spreading inside Dean's hole and fuck, it feels incredible, like he's being stretched wide open.
And the look in his brother's eyes, the gleam of predator, the flare of hungry animal, is a beautiful thing and Sam draws back, cock almost out and then snaps his hips in, thrusting deep and Dean throws his head back, belly quivering at the fullness, at the freaking simmering heat of it.
His ass is clenching and the warmth that roils through him at the shove, at the push against his prostate, has his dick straining for attention and fuck, he's struggling not to come right now, not to jizz hard and messy like a teenager on prom night getting his first fuck.
Needs to at least make it last a few minutes-
Never been like this before, never been so needy, so fucking close to bursting, all the time and it's his damn brother who's the catalyst-
It's Sam that's doing it, Sam that's stretching his hole wide, Sam's hips that are drawing back and plunging in, thrusting deep, dark eyes locked onto his and making Dean feel so damn fine.
It's hot and messy, the wet thwucks when Sam pulls out and thrusts back in are obscene, filling the air with filthy sounds because he's still full of come from before, and it makes him blush, those noises, because Sam's hearing it, too and God, he feels dirty, used and Sammy must think Dean's such a freaking slut-
He hides his face, buries it in Sam's neck, mortified because he should've cleaned himself up before doing this with Sam again, wants his brother to want him, not be disgusted by him and this-Sam must think this is so gross-
But Sam's words surprise him, they're love, hushed in awe, as he bends his head, huffs against Dean's cheek, "God, Dean, you're so damn wet inside, feels so good on my dick, it's soft and warm and so freaking tight and fuck! Can't believe you want this again, want me again, just makes me feel so damn loved, you know? Listen to how wet you are, so full of my come-" And Sam's pressing soft kisses on his skin, reverent and slow, his hips slowing to languid circles as he takes his time, bucks into Dean in a sweet rhythm that sizzles and pulls at Dean's brain, shoots him to the moon and back, "So gorgeous, so fucking beautiful, Dean…my Dean, love the way you let me have you-it's everything, man, means everything to me. You mean everything to me."
And the slick noises aren't gross anymore, nope, if Sammy likes it, then Dean does too, and his blush of shame turns to hotlust, his dick back in the game harder than ever and his brother's delicious parry and thrust is curling an itch in his ass that's building, building…
It's the final grind of it, Sam's hips skewering in with each dive, circling and stretching Dean's used hole around the wide base of Sam's cock - so freaking amazing that it's sending Dean bounding towards release because damn!
Sam's hitting that freaking spot of heaven inside Dean with every plunge and it jacks with Dean's breathing, speeds it up to warp ten and he's got his hands clenched around his knees, pulling them up tight, to spread himself wider and give Sammy better access, begging Sam for harder and more.
The itch turns sweeter, the rhythm punishing jabs now as Sam picks up the pace, panting over him and giving Dean everything he asks for and more, slamming into him with deep shoves, Sam's eyes hot fire as he watches Dean take it. "God, Dean, look at you…you're gonna come, aren't you? Gonna come on my dick, just from this, not even gonna have to touch you, am I?" And Sam bucks in hard, stabbing at Dean's prostate with dead-on accuracy and that's it.
It's a sharp twist, a helpless cry that he can't hold back as the wave of pleasure overwhelms him, delight shivering through and he's bucking with his hips, shooting his load straight up in the air. Hot come jets out all over Sam's chest and Dean's own belly, his insides quivering with the sweet rushes that are rocking through him, orgasm jerking through his muscles and keeps going.
Even when he's spent, empty, he's still trembling with it, balls clenching weakly because Sam keeps hitting that delicious place inside, and his dick is trying to reciprocate, trying to rise to the occasion but it's limp, exhausted and he's got nothing left to give.
But Sam's not stopping, the slap against his prostate devastates, overpowers and there's a sweet burn of honey that simmers and boils in his brain, in his ass and he climbs fast, barely came down before he's shivering with another almost orgasm, almost sobbing with the rush of it.
"Ahhhhh! Oh, Sammy, oh, Christ! Oh, Christ!" His dick twitches helplessly as he tries to come again, the orgasm pulsing through but he's got nothing left, falls back boneless, breathless.
"Shit! Shit!" Sam's body gives a jerk and Dean feels it, the hot wet of it filling him, jerks his eyes open to watch his brother's face with awed hunger because Sam is so fucking beautiful when he comes. His eyes are clenched shut, his mouth is pulled back in pleasurepain and every muscle in his body is rock-hard, rigid and trembling-
Sam keeps thrusting, body tremors wracking through him, huffing out his breath even as his heart is thudding against Dean's skin, and he partly collapses down, mumbling, "Jesus, man, gonna fucking kill me…"
They rest together, gasps slowing as they recover, letting their pulse rates come back down to normal and when he can think again, he reaches down, cups Sam's beloved face in both his hands and caresses softly, one thumb sliding over the plush lower lip, the other gentle on Sam's closed eyes.
Can't believe how good Sammy can make him feel, how full and loved so fucking much he can't even breathe with it and he's so grateful, so goddamn thankful that all their shit is behind them and they get to have this…each other…for the rest of their lives.
Gives a pull and Sam's mouth is right there, covering his with sweet honey, licking and tasting and taking his fill of Dean's lips and tongue and he's gotta tell Sam everything, all he's feeling because he's overwhelmed, can't even deal-
But all he can manage is a weak, "Fuck, Sammy."
And Sam huffs a laugh over Dean's mouth, sweat trickling down the sides of his face as he nods, lays his forehead against Dean's and nods, "Me, too, Dean. Me, too."
And all Dean wants to do is wrap around Sam, hug him tight and keep him close, fall asleep with him and rest, let the world move without them for now. He loves the smell, the taste of his brother and this, the scent of them together, the touch and feel of them, it slakes his thirst, calms him when nothing else can and fuck, he needs this, in his life, all his life.
It's basic, like breathing. And like a lock clicking into place, he gets it, fucking finally.
He needs Sam to breathe.
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When Sam finally pulls out, Dean's moaning in pain because his tender hole is freaking sore, hips are creaking and cramped from being held wide open for so long, and he's got dirt rash all over his back and ass from being ground in and fucked hard under Sam's weight.
Sam helps Dean up and brushes him off, helps him get dressed, and he's trying to be sympathetic, trying to take care of Dean but he can't hold back a laugh at his brother's disgusted expression as the come in his ass starts leaking out, gravity a bitch, and the dark scowl thrown his way would drop a lesser man but Sam chuckles, knows exactly what's happening and it pisses Dean off, has him growling so that Sam knows he's not happy about it, "Not fucking funny, asshole! Feels fucking gross!"
And it is, freaking nasty and he doesn't know how he's gonna sit in the car and let it just ooze outta him, a cold puddle in his underwear-
Sam waits until they get to the car and catches him by the shoulder, pulls Dean back and breathes the words out in a hot pant against his ear, "I can lick it all out of you if you want."
And he rocks back on his heels, a sweet grin on his mouth, watching Dean's face as he gets it.
The thought twitches through Dean, flushes hot in his veins and he stutters, chokes on it, can't even find a response in his head, so freaking turned on by the images in his minds' eye, by his little brother's dirty kink that he's speechless-
Seems like that's all Sam needs, the look on his face a hot flush of determination and before Dean knows what's happening, he's bent over the hood of the Impala, ass up like it's an offering and his jeans are yanked down to his knees, Sam's hands cupping his ass cheeks and spreading him wide, opening his leaking hole to let that freaking magical tongue work it's magic, there before he can blink, lapping and sucking in sweet harmony.
"Oh, fuck, Sammy…" He's moaning, spreading his legs as wide as he can, letting his brother manhandle him and Jesus, he's fucking throbbing again, his dick so hard, it's reaching skyward, rubbing against the car's dark chrome as he's licked clean, Sam's tongue sweeping in and pulling out each drop-
He hears himself whining, whimpering and fuck, he can't help it, can't stop it because his brother's mouth is the best fucking thing he's ever felt in his life.
"Mmmmm…." Sam won't let him go, arms wrapped around his thighs, lifting him up and spreading wide and shit, Sam's fucking tongue, lapping and licking, eating him out and cleaning him of every splash of come that's been shot into him and when he's done, Dean is a twitching, writhing, incoherent mess, desperate for another orgasm.
He's flipped over, brain dizzy from Sam's ministrations, Sam's hunger and the mouth is right there, dropped onto his aching dick so fucking fast that he's coming two yelps later, his brother drinking down every drop and Jesus-
Died and gone to fucking heaven.
And his little brother's the only angel in sight.
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He'd tried to do Sammy back, saw the hard-on pushing out of his jeans but he was a fumbling, fucked out mess and Sam stopped him with a sweet smile, bent and kissed him stupid and mumbled, "Later, man. You owe me one. Let's just get the hell out of here, huh?"
And he'd helped Dean get his jeans back on, bundled him into the passenger seat because he was pure exhaustion, sore as hell, beaten to a pulp by a freaking tornado, getting fucked by his brother's big ass dick and then the awesome hole sucking Sam just laid on him, cleaning him out better than any shower ever could and Dean's pretty much had it, can't barely mutter coherent words, much less drive and damn, he needs to sleep for a week.
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He'd snored the whole way back to the motel room, drooling on Sam's shoulder and when his brother had shaken him awake, his first thought on seeing the handsome face was ohpleasefuckme and how had he gone from a strong, determined hunter to this needy, begging mess…
He's totally Sam's bitch now and he can't even work up enough anger to care about how bad that sounds. Because his brother's hands on him made him steamy, sizzling in his skin and when he gets out of the car, Sam opening his door like he's a chick, he waits for Sam's kiss unashamedly, needs that mouth on him to feel whole, complete.
And from Sam's clinging lips and tentative caresses, he's right there with him, just as scared and just as needy and for some reason, that gives Dean strength.
Enough so that when they get in the room, he's able to push Sam back against the wall, drop to his knees and give him a heartfelt blowjob, not taking no for an answer when Sam tries to protest-
He yanks Sam's jeans down to his knees, rips his underwear off his dick and swallows him down in the two seconds it took for his brother to say his name and fuck-
Sammy has the sweetest tasting cock in the world.
For some reason, Dean wants his brother to feel as weak and helpless as he does so he sucks him hard, licks and kisses Sammy until he comes, bittersweet jizz rolling down his throat, his brother's hands clutching in his hair, words of love a reverent gasp on Sam's lips.
Dean swallows it down, licks Sam clean and holds on when his brother slips to the ground, knees buckling and the helpless moan, the almost sob puts them on the same page and all Sam can do is gather him close and mutter his thanks, his praise.
And all Dean can do is kiss him back, hold on tight, lost in the love of his brother.
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It starts after dinner.
The uneasy roil in his belly turns to a low, blinding panic and now Dean's pacing the motel room, glaring at the walls, his muscles bunched with pent-up energy and he's tense, anxious, an ugly black churning in his gut and he doesn't even know why-
The hamburger and French-fries that tasted so good going down are now twisting, lead-heavy in his belly, wanting to hurl back up, truth be told and he's struggling with nausea, gritting his teeth to keep from puking and what the fuck?
Used to get like this, as a child, when something would scare him so bad, his body would take over, try to hurl out everything that was in it but he hasn't felt like that in years. He's not scared, so what the hell?
But something's there, in the back of his mind, been there the whole time he and Sam were loving on each other and he'd let the passion, the desire and the love take him over, let it push the other back so he could almost forget-
But it's slamming into his brain now, back with a vengeance and he's lost with it, trying like hell to figure it out but he can't shake the motherfucker, the feeling of dread, of absolute, nail-biting, 'scream into a pillow until it goes away' terror that's clutching at his heart.
He rubs a hand across his mouth, slants a look at Sam and growls at him, "We havegot to gank this motherfucker before it causes another tornado, Sammy. We were damn lucky tonight but it ain't gonna last forever. Was anyone hurt?
Sam flashes him a quick look, shakes his head as he checks the local news on his computer, "Nope, looks like just property damage and a few broken bones but no deaths, thank Christ."
"Shit!" Dean swears, stomps over to the window and then circles back in front of Sam, his heart pounding, stomach giving another uneasy roll, "What about, um…Bobby. Does he know anything about what's causing it?"
"I called him while you were in the shower. He didn't answer but when I checked my phone a few minutes ago, he left a voice mail. Guess he didn't want to talk." And they exchange a long look, both trembling at the implications of that and Dean's gut twists again, an oily taste in the back of his throat as he fights the nausea back down.
Sam breaks the stare, clicking on his keyboard while he runs his other hand through his long hair, "He thinks it's the 'oldest wind', Oonawieh Unggi, which, according to the beliefs of certain Indian tribes- especially the Cherokee- can rise up howling winds at its bringer's bidding. Bobby thinks someone may have harnessed the power of this 'oldest wind' and is using it to get rid of their enemies. It's very precise and all other casualties are from the storm itself, not from the spirit trying to take a life. I guess, once we find out who's summoning it, we'll be able to stop it."
Dean sucks in a calming breath, trying to slow his thumping heart as he narrows his eyes and tries to focus on the case, "Cherokee, huh? That's pretty specific. How many people in this area have that kind of knowledge about an Indian tribe? This isn't anywhere near any kind of reservation, is it?"
Sam's fingers fly over the keys, "Actually, this is the home of the Cherokee nation. This whole area was a reservation once and now it's an almost shrine for ancient artifacts of the tribe. There are museums and trading posts and the tribal headquarters are only about fifty miles from here."
"Then, what are we waiting for? Let's go, Sammy. Ain't gonna find any answers sitting around here and I need some air, man."
"Dean…" And Sam's looking at him funny, like he's a new kind of insect or something, examining him, "Are you okay? I mean, what's going on with you, you seem…?"
He starts to protest, sputtering out denials but this is Sam, who knows him better than anyone else and who's in this thing, just like he is and he finally gives it a voice, his fear, his terror-
Dean shrugs, tries for casual but it's too much, too important and he can't hide it from Sam, "It's fucking Bobby, dude. Look, we-we gotta make things right with him. It's scaring the shit out of me because I don't want to lose him. He's…all we got for family, Sam and if he gives up on us then…what hope is there for us? I mean, It's all I can think about, he looked so fucking sad, so betrayed and I can't-" He gestures between them, "…do this, with you, unless it's right with him. We have to talk to him, get things square. I can't relax until we do."
Sam nods, "Yeah. Let's get this done and then go talk to him. Worst that can happen is he kicks us out, right?"
Dean stares into Sam's eyes, mumbles out his fear, "Worst that can happen is he hates us, can't stand the sight of us and tells us we're sick, depraved fucks who need to get out of his house and out of his life. I-I-he's family, you know? And fuck, Sammy. I love him and-I know we'd survive without him, I know it and I'm not giving this up, you and me, I swear I'm not giving it up, man, but…I want him and this, too. Don't even know why it's so fucking important to me but it is. It's freaking huge."
"Yeah, it's huge. But he loves us, Dean. Maybe that will be enough." Sam argues softly, the fear in his eyes just as strong as Deans.
Dean swallows back tears, squares his shoulders, "I hope to God that's enough, Sammy. Because I don't think I can take it if Bobby abandons us. It's like we lost everything else and he's it, the last thing, except for you and me and it's not right. We should be able to have both and keep them separate. It shouldn't matter to him so much." He sighs, straightens his back, and his gut settles, like coming clean with Sam helped somehow, because they're in it together, sharing the fear and hurt of it and it…helps.
He cuffs his little brother around his shoulder, pulls him into a hug and breathes him in deep, the smell and warm feel of Sam against him settling the rest of his panic and he's able to pull back, nod at the answering strength in Sammy's eyes and firm his chin, "Come on. Let's do this."
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It was surprisingly simply once they knew what questions to ask. Only one name came up when asked who might hold a grudge and be capable of summoning up the 'oldest wind'.
Johnny Newleaf.
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He'd admitted it damn fast once Dean had him pushed up against a wall, a strong arm across his throat, his eyes wild with fear, trying to swallow over the dead weight on his windpipe-
Fuck, yes, he'd done it! He'd done it because the girl of his dreams was in love with a freaking traveling salesman, and he couldn't stand it, she belonged with him, not some 'love 'em and leave 'em' Bible thumper with a suitcase full of the Good Book. So, yeah, he'd invoked the name of one of the Gods, knew how 'cause his daddy was the shaman once upon a time and had left his summoning spells among his papers. The 'oldest wind' was perfect because it could follow the victim, strike when the time was right and then retreat, go back to the realm it came from.
He'd tried to control it, but it was too fast, too powerful and he'd watched it take out six towns before he'd realized what he'd done and had gone to the elders for help. They'd studied the incantation he'd used to invoke the wind but so far, no one had been able to figure out how to stop the damn thing.
The salesman was long dead, caught in the town of Waukomis, pinned under a girder as the tornado had swept away his car and his Bibles and finally him, clawing the cement under the columns with frantic fingers even as he was dragged into the vortex, thrown against debris, his neck snapping easy , his body a rag doll against the wind.
Now the wind had tasted death and power and had become unpredictable, striking up tornados with no rhyme or reason-
Newleaf had choked out where his incantation books were before gripping Dean's arm hard, "Please-please, can you stop it? I never meant for anyone else to be hurt and now, so many people, so much damage and-I just wanted the asshole to suffer, you know? I never wanted this, I just wanted my girlfriend back-"
Dean shook him off, turned away and gave Sam a hard look, barely hearing his brother's "Dean, no!" before he was twisting back around, throwing his whole body into the punch and knocking the sniveling Cherokee teenager on his ass-
"Hope she was freaking worth it, dude! Because you're gonna have to live with the memories of how many people you hurt and killed for the rest of your life!" And Dean's hands were in the kid's collar, yanking him up so he was eye level and snarling out the rest, "And you're gonna spend the next few years going to each of those towns and helping to rebuild them, and try to make up for the shit storm you created here! We on the same page here, Tonto?"
The teen's eyes were huge, sweat breaking out on his brow and upper lip as he nodded frantically, trying to please, "Sure! Sure I will, anything to...I will, I promise! Don't worry, Sir! I'll make it up to everyone, I swear!"
Dean nodded grimly and put the kid back on his feet where they stared at each other for two seconds until Dean shouted, "Go!"
And the teen spun around, tripping and scrabbling to get away, throwing Dean frightened glances over his shoulder the whole way until Sam chuckled behind him, "I almost feel sorry for him. He'll never be the same again,"
Dean put his hands on his hips, "He needed to be horse-whipped, is what he needs Sam! He got off damn easy and he knows it."
He turns and starts walking past Sam, stopping when his brother says behind him, "Dean, by the way, Tonto was from the Potawatomi tribe, not the Cher-"
And he shoots Sam a death glare, muttering sharply, "You really want to fuck with me now, Sam?"
His brother trails away, raising up his hands in surrender before giving Dean a cheeky grin, "Always want to fuck you, Dean."
"That's not what I-" And when Sam leans in, cuts off Dean's words by stealing a hot kiss, he sputters, moans and lifts his mouth for more, winding an arm around Sam's neck and pulling him in, opening for his brother's tongue and letting the sweetness of it cleanse his anger, his rage at the stupid of some people-
By the time Sam releases him, he's a trembling mess of want, begging for more of his brother's kisses but Sam shakes his head, plants one more sizzling press of lips on Dean's mouth and turns away, pulling Dean along like a docile puppy, "Right now we gotta work on a de-summoning spell and get rid of this freaking 'oldest wind'. But after, after we talk with Bobby, you and me are gonna have a little down time and I'm gonna make you forget everything but me, Dean. My mouth, my tongue, and my dick, it's gonna be all you know, all you want. Gonna make you feel so good, Dean " Sam bends down, whispers in his ear and makes him shiver like a child, "Gonna love you so good."
Doesn't even realize he's been walked to the car, deposited on Sam's side, until they're already speeding down the highway, because his damn brother is so fucking awesome filling his head with delicious pictures and promises and fuck, Dean can't wait!
Gonna get this bitch exorcised quick so he can get into Sammy's pants…and get his little brother's dick into his but he's not gonna tell Sam that. Instead, he turns his head and mutters low, "Dude, let's get a few things straight. I'm not gonna be the bottom all the time here. Next time, you're gonna be the one on the receiving end whose gonna have road rash all over his ass, Sammy. And this? My ride, my baby and I drive her. Just 'cause we're doing the bump and grind don't mean you get to call the shots, man. I'm still your big brother and I will whip your ass if I have to so next time, ask if you can drive."
Sam turns his head, an impish grin in his eyes and his dimple cuts into his cheek, "Hmmm, guess you're just gonna have to wrestle me for the keys, Dean."
"Oh, it is so on, bitch." Dean's eyes narrow at his teasing brother.
And Sam laughs at him, actually laughs at him, the fucker, "This is gonna be fun."
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It only takes Sam twenty minutes to pin his brother, mostly because Dean's hard-on is hindering his ability to focus-
Because Sam hadn't played fair – he'd taken a shower, come out stark naked, the keys dangling from his fist and made a 'come on' motion with Dean.
And Dean couldn't even move at first, staring at his brother's muscles and stiff dick, Sammy running the keys over the top of his cock and then circling each nipple with them before bringing them to his mouth and licking at the ring.
"Jesus Christ, Sam!" Dean had staggered forward, keys forgotten as he let his hands roam over Sam's chest and hard-cut abs before sliding back to cup his hands around the firm ass cheeks that looked so damn good in jeans.
"Mmmmm…" He nuzzled his nose under Sam's ear, keeping his own body up close and personal and then reached up, caught his brother's head in both palms and held him right there, taking that sweet mouth for his own, sliding in his tongue and owning Sam for a moment, letting the dulcet flavor fill him, swaying with Sam right into heaven.
When he'd been wrestled back, slammed onto the bed with Sam's body thrown over his, gleeful laughter in his ears, he realized he'd been had-
"Sammy, wha-?" His breath was frozen in his lungs.
"Pinned ya." Sam whispered in his face, biting at his bottom lip and smiling wickedly at him. "I win. The keys stay with me."
"Fuck!" Dean chafed under his brother's weight, "I wasn't ready!"
"Oh, you were ready – just not for wrestling." Sam gets off him, reaches down a hand to help him up.
"Dude, I got it! Don't need your freaking help." Oh, he was so gonna kick some little brother ass right now-
And with a slash of leg, he takes down Sam at the knees, dropping him in one move and he's on top of the asshole before Sam can even start whining.
He plucks the keys from his brother's fingers and settles back on top of strong thighs, letting Sam see his smug grin, "Now, let's see…"
And he jingles the keys over Sam's skin, trailing the cool metal in circles around each nipple until Sam is gasping and arching up, wanting more-
He grinds his ass down on Sam's hard dick that's pressed up behind him and scrapes the keys over Sam's ribs and down, twitching his belly with reaction and Sam's gasps are huffing into the room, sweet sounds that Dean's controlling with drags across sensitive flesh, "Seems to me, dude, that you need taking down a peg or two, make sure you know your place here…"
And Sam's hands are on his hips, reaching behind and spreading his ass cheeks, getting the hard dick in between and bucking up, sliding in and out so nice-
And his brother's hand on Dean's cock twists and pulls, makes him forget his fucking point while the other hand pinches a nipple, rolls it until the pleasure sparks through his gut with each tug-
"Know my place, Dean. Right here, with you, making you lose your fucking mind."
And two can play at this game-
He reaches behind, between Sam's tense cheeks and finds the trembling hole, slides two long fingers in and-
"Ahhhh, AHHHHH!" Sam's jerking his hips, fucking up in between Dean's ass cheeks as Dean rocks in, lets his brother use his ass and covers the hand on his own dick, helping Sam work him towards release-
They climb higher, jerking Dean off while Sam's slipping and rocking, bringing each other to the brink of ecstasy and holding-
"Fuck, Dean, gonna come-"
"Yeah, Sammy, yeah, just, Fuuuccckkkk…." Dean chokes out a whimper as he crests, hits the mountain top and flies off into space, his dick exploding, spurting his seed all over Sam's stomach and behind him, Sam stiffens, pulses and yeah, there it is…
The slick pumps into his crack, Sam's jizz hot and sticky, lubing him up so good and it's a slippery mess, the still-hard cock ebbing and flowing, bobbing up and down like fucked up Jack-in-the-box and Sam's huffing harsh, eyes screwed shut and fingers gripped into Dean's ass like iron claws, head thrown back like he's having a seizure.
When Sammy comes down, he's babbling stupid, telling Dean how much he loves him, how he can't get enough and Dean kisses him, grabs a washcloth and cleans them up, delightedly pocketing the keys to his baby before kissing Sam goodnight, rolling him over and tucking them both in.
Brothers but more and Dean's so fucking grateful that he has this now, that the past few weeks have happened so they could work through this, build something new and keep each other, take care of each other. Still the same, but better.
Much, much better.
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It took Sam three days and two calls to Bobby before he had a spell in hand that might work but they had to wait until the next tornado struck, which meant they became storm chasers, following sightings of every funnel cloud, every hail storm until Dean was hearing freaking sirens in his sleep.
They haven't made love since after they got caught in the tornado, so exhausted with the chase that all they have energy for is wrapping arms around each other and grabbing snatches of sleep, their eyes gritty and burning as every alarm stuttering across the police scanner Sam had appropriated drags them from dreams and they're back in the car, chasing another twister.
Six days it takes before the 'oldest wind' comes back to power and it starts as a simple rain, gentle and warm as summer, the soft patter a soothing balm as it lulls them, Dean falling asleep in Sam's arms in the grey hazy afternoon.
Sam hugs his brother tight, watches the dreams flicker under closed eyes and shakes his head - remembering how this whole thing started, with his own night terrors, long gone now and he can't believe that he gets to have this man whenever he wants, he can kiss and touch and love Dean to his heart's content and he's the luckiest bastard in the world.
He pushes back Dean's head, impatient and hungry, wants to taste his brother again, wants to touch him-
Gives him a thorough kiss, waking Dean up with a trembling lust and he doesn't argue, doesn't say a word, just stares up at Sam with dark, heated eyes, like he can't get enough of him.
Sam bends his head, intent on taking that sweet mouth again and the scanner crackles to life, the dispatch almost in a panic, "Jesus Christ! It's a five – came up out of nowhere and the fucking alarms aren't activating. Gonna need to go door to door, warn everyone to get in their basements. Patrols, please radio current position so we can utilize you as we need."
Dean doesn't skip a beat, he pushes out of Sam's arms and he's on his feet in a heartbeat, jerking on jeans and a t-shirt, sweeping everything into his duffle, watching as Sam does the same, "Let's get this son of a bitch, Sammy. Let's finish this."
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Dean's on his knees, got a death grip on the monkey bars and he's just trying to hang on, stay in place, even now he can feel his body lifting against the surge of unrelenting wind, dry leaves cutting into his face like blades, moving at warp speed, and he shields his eyes with his other hand, trying like hell to find Sammy-
They'd chased it to a school playground, parked the car beneath a nearby bridge and raced back to it, the wind whipping at them, stealing their breath and throwing them backwards-
They'd been knocked away from each other, separated by the howling twister and Dean had tried to hang on, tried to wrap himself around Sam, protect him but the raging storm had swept him away, thrown him backwards into a tree and knocked him silly and he'd been airborne, careening wildly through the air until he'd slammed into the metal monkey bars, only just managing to grab hold and stop his backward flight, clinging to consciousness by a thread.
Need to help Sam.
And he sees him, plastered against the rock-climbing wall, legs staunch and planted, hair flying wild and he's shouting up into the wind, hollering out the spell as fast as he can, before he's ripped away into the swirling gale.
And fuck, he's beautiful, doing the job, kicking some supernatural ass and standing there with his body dug in firm, not gonna be moved unless he's dead and he's commanding and stern, taking control like he was born to it-
Barely hears the snatches of words Sam's hollering, the wind is so loud but he stares at the beauty that's his brother and he's so fucking proud because Sammy's gritting his jaw, rising up and facing the fucker head on-
As Sam shouts out the last word, he throws a mix of roots and herbs into the air, shielding his eyes and the wind picks him up, tosses him into the air and throws him onto the rocks, his body crumpling, collapsing down and he doesn't move-
"Sammy!" Dean's rushing forward, makes it to Sam's side in three seconds and he's brushing back the dark hair, slapping at Sam's face lightly to wake him-
He doesn't even realize the wind is gone, the air so still, it's hushed and he's kissing Sam, begging his brother to wake up now, to open his eyes and show Dean he's okay-
Sam's eyes flutter and a hand comes up to cup Dean's cheek, his soft whisper music to Dean's ears, "I'm okay, Dean, I'm okay. Not-not going anywhere, dude, made you a promise, remember?"
And he laughs, helps Sam stand up, supporting him when his knees give back out and they hobble back to the car, "You did it, Sammy. You kicked that mofo's ass!"
Sam grabs his hand as Dean settles him in the car, staring up into his eyes with determination, "We did it, Dean, together, just like always."
"Damn straight, we did!" Dean grins at him, "You feeling okay?"
Sam nods, "Back hurts like a bitch and I think I got shit in my hair I don't even want to know what it is but yeah, I'm good."
Dean starts the car, "Hey, we can always cut it, man."
"I like my hair!" Sam tries to get his fingers through it and there really is stuff stuck in there.
Dean pokes at something with his finger, "Is that gum?"
Sam groans, "I don't know. It could be someone's spunk for all I know-"
"Okay, EWW!" Alright, we grab a shower before we head out and I'll help you wash your hair, okay?"
Sam deadpans, "Dean, could you be more gay?"
He reaches out, cuffs Sam around the back of the head and half-heartedly pulls his brother towards his lap, "Why don't you suck my dick, man?"
Sam laughs and uprights himself, "Told you, later…after Bobby. Nothing says I can't keep you hard until then, though."
And he reaches over, rubs Dean rough through his jeans and damn near makes Dean swerve off the road.
"Dammit, Sammy!"
And his fucking brother can't seem to stop laughing.
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They pull in towards dawn, gravel crunching under the Impala's tires like a low growl, but there's already lights on and movement behind a curtain. Dean puts the car in park, shuts it off, and looks over at his brother, sees the same haunted fear he knows is on his own face, because he sure the hell doesn't want to lose Bobby.
They decided, both of them, what to say, how to say it and are gonna stand tall, face the man without guilt, without shame because they need this, to be together. And they deserve it, after all the shit they've been through, all their lives, they deserve one bright spot in all the dark and Bobby's just gonna have to understand.
Or cut them out of his life completely.
Could go either way and that thought has Dean's knee jumping with nerves, Sam chewing on a thumbnail, staring out the window. They listen to the ticking of the motor die down, replaced with the sounds of the waking world, the first chirp of birds, the low mooing of a neighborhood dairy farm and Dean gives a sigh, can't put it off any longer.
"You ready?" The soft words reach him from across the car and his heart jerks in his chest, clenches tight and he nods, "As I'll ever be."
They get out of the car and bump shoulders on the way up to the porch. The front door swings open before they can knock and Bobby's there, watching them both with a guarded expression.
"Expected you boys would be coming. Thought you were gonna sit outside all day 'til you worked up the nerve to face me."
"Bobby-" Dean starts but he's waved away, the older man standing with hands on hips, "Save it, Dean. I know what's going on between you two. Doesn't take a genius to figure out that you've been doing stuff you ought not to be doing with each other."
Sam flushes, opens his mouth and he's cut off as well, "Don't need you having your say-so either, Sam. It's my duty to tell you both that this is wrong and you need to stop. Now, that being said, you boys have had a helluva life and Lord knows you ain't really had nobody else but each other to turn to so if you think for one second you're getting rid of me because of something private between the two of you, well, you obviously ain't listened to one thing I've said to you all these years about family sticking together, no matter what. Truth is, I love you boys like you were my own and nothing's gonna change that. So consider me informed and let it lie."
He waits a moment, looks between the two of them, "We good?"
Sam looks at him and he's got the same dazed expression on his face that Dean feels as well and all he can do is nod at Bobby, feel the tension bleed out of his muscles until he's trembling, his fight or flight confused as all hell and Sam's pretty much on the same page-
"Good. I don't see it, it don't exist, clear? So keep your paws off each other while you're in my sight. Now why don't you two lovebirds stop standing there with your mouths hanging open and come on in. There's pancakes and bacon if you're interested, hot coffee in the pot."
And Dean's stomach gives a big growl, first appetite he's had in days, and it makes Sam snicker and Bobby smile and all he can do is blush, grab Bobby's shoulder, giving it a hearty slap on the way by, "Thanks, Bobby."
Sam's right on his heels, his murmured gratitude an echo of Dean's and as he's grabbing a crispy piece of bacon to stuff into his mouth, he swears he hears the older man mutter under his breath, "Idjits."
His eyes are pulled to Sam's, who gives him an grin as bright as the sun and it looks like Sammy just found a pot of gold instead of a blueberry short stack.
And maybe they can have this, just this, for the rest of their lives.
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