Oh, thank Chuck

It was dark, really dark… too dark, was that a thing? Sam couldn't see two centimeters in front of him but he knew one thing, he hurt and he hurt all over. He could hear Dean's breathing, feel the way his older brother shifted in the too small space they were trapped in but at least he knew they were both alive, the problem was, did anyone else know.

They had been stupid, not a first for them but this time it might be the last. They had followed a shifter down into the mine tunnels, down into the darkness and the beams had given way so now Sam lay on his back, in pain, and Dean was somewhere close.

Oh, wait, there was a hand on his leg, his cold legs, like everything was numb but Sam could feel the weight. So Dean was right there, and he knew it more when he shifted.

The noise that sang through the air scared him, making him jump a foot but he knew that sound, Slow Hands, it was Dean's ringtone for Ali, not sure why but ever since the little bit of showing off she had done in the living room, Dean was determined to irritate her to no end, and the ringtone helped with that.

He felt a body shifting and suddenly there was a bright light in the room that quickly dimmed.

"Ali?"

Dean's voice was harsh and that was when Sam realized the air was getting thin.

"Breath shallow, Winchester and try not to talk, there's no way of getting Cas where you are, so we're doing this the old fashion way and it might take a few minutes. Where's Sam?"

"Sam' fine."

"I didn't ask you how, I asked where."

"He's right beside me, Ali, he's good."

"Again, not how, where. I need to know how close you two are."

"Ali, seriously, he is right beside me, I don't think I could sit up in this place let alone turn and look at him. What's going on?"

"We can't zap Cas in, Dean, we can't get you out unless he can touch you."

"I know that, babe, why are you freaking out? We've been in tighter spots before, like two nights ago, in your room."

"Screw you, Winchester, this is serious!"

"I know, Al, I know, but I can't be serious right now, if I do, then I'm going to think the worst."

"You said Sam was good, why isn't he talking?"

Sam wanted to moan, but his throat was dry, he wanted to talk but just breathing hurt, that didn't stop the fact that hearing her voice sent heat straight to his cock and he wanted to just reach out and touch her. With every ounce of strength he had, Sam kicked his foot at his brother.

"Sammy just kicked me, I think he's good, there isn't enough down here for both of us, sweetheart, you just need to learn to live with me."

"I'm not living without either of you, Dean, Cas called in the troops, they'll be to you soon."

"Troops, like who? Crowley?"

"Ah, among others."

"Can we go back to talking about your tight places."

"Even in the face of death, you're still a pervert."

"Only because it teases Sam."

"I want you both locked a room in the bunker, king sized bed and Cas leaving food outside the door for at least three days, and orange juice, lots of orange juice."

"I think you'd be wore out after twelve hours, Princess. No way you're lasting three would you do to me?"

"You need to breath shallow, Dean, not get all hot and bothered."

"I need you, that's what I need, and Sammy needs to hear your voice, so start talking."

"Dean, I.. not while you're in there."

"We'll make a deal."

"Oh, yeah, what kind of deal? Like a contract, do I have to kiss you to seal it?"

Sam rolled his eyes, the two of them were going to kill him if the air didn't run out first. They always skirted around what the two of them wanted, and it just set him on fire. He wished they would be honest, but no, they never talked about the fact that while Sam may have been in the picture, they needed each other just as bad.

Not that Sam would have a problem with them being together without him in the room, they just chose to only to do it that way and Sam was really okay with that, he loved to watch. Really, really okay.

The thought of her hands anywhere on Dean's body was a turn-on, not because it was Dean's body but because it was HER hands and he knew how they felt and how they could turn him on, so why not enjoy the noises she took from other people, well, not OTHER people, just Dean, and this way of thinking was going to get him out of this alive because the alternative was giving into the darkness. He stifled a cough and gave a few short breaths, before he stilled again, listening to the ramblings of the two.

"Tell me what you're wearing."

"Dean, you watched me get dressed this morning, seriously, did you hit your head?"

"I might have, can we go back to you touching me?"

"We never got on the subject, but… where would you like me to touch you?"

"Anywhere, I just want your hands on me, they're real, solid and I need them."

"You need them, Jesus, Winchester, you sound like a girl."

"Says the girl."

"Hey, I'm okay with putting my hands anywhere on you if that's what you want."

"Yeah," Dean's words were getting breathless, Sam could feel the air thinning out. "Hey, Kid, how far away are they?"

"Not far now," there was a beat in her words, just a small hitch, "Dean, stop talking and just listen to the sound of my voice, okay. Don't answer that, just listen. You and Sam are the best things to come into my life, aside from my family, you're going to make it through this and after we get out of here, there isn't a thing in the world that I won't do to you. I need you as much as you need me and I might not say it enough but I love you both. Now shut up and lay still, I'm going to leave the line open."

There was a pause in the room, an electric static that made all of Sam's hair stand on end, even made his cock twitch, which should NOT have been the thing on his mind at the time as he listened to his brother's shallow breathing, at the humming of the woman's voice on the other end as she hummed out the tune for Slow Hands, which was slowly becoming Sam's favorite.

The room began to move, the small space they were stuck in almost felt like it was getting smaller and Sam began to panic, he reached out the best he could, locking his hand with Dean's as he looked around in the darkness.

A bright light pierced the wall beside them and Sam was blinded only for a second before he was suddenly outside, laying on the ground. Ali's small hands were on his face, checking him over but with a second whoosh of wings, Dean was there beside him and Cas was touching his forehead.

The pain was gone, he could breath, he could move and just as he turned his head, he watched Ali grab Dean by the shirt and pull him up for a kiss. Sam smiled as their lips locked together and while Dean was taken by surprise, his eyes fluttered shut and he arched up into it for a moment before she turned attention back to Sam.

Scooting over to straddle his waist, Sam didn't sit up fully, he just rested on his elbows, which was high enough for Ali because the height difference more than made up for how much she had to lean down.

"I was so scared when you didn't say anything," she whispered, not looking for a response, as he reached up and pushed her hair behind her ears. Sam still didn't have the voice he wanted, but as her fingers danced over her cheeks, a tear ran down them and Sam swallowed hard. "I love you, don't do anything like that again."

"I won't," he promised and grinned as he found his voice. Ali leaned down, slowly kissing him with as much emotion as she could, but just enough to leave him breathless, and when she backed away, just enough so he could still feel her against him, he sighed. "I love you."

"Oh, thank Chuck!" Dean groaned. "Can we just go home now?"

Sam thought of the conversation, the three of them in one room for three days. He raised an eyebrow. Huh, he could definitely get behind that and he looked up at the devilish smile and the twinkle in Ali's eyes. Yep, they were in so much trouble.