Oh fuck! The only way to defeat the incubus was through sex magic. Gay sex magic. Sam and Dean were alone, realizing that they had to do it. "Sammy, you top. You speak better Latin anyway." Sam was touched by his older brother's reaction, knowing it cost him. Dean was terrified, drawing the circle, lighting the candles, stripping. Lip kissing, groins brushing, cocks hardening. Gentle fingers stretching a tight virgin hole, lubed cock pushing into delicious heat. Holding still then gentle thrusting, gaining speed. Growled Latin into Dean's ears. Moans, whimpers, rough breathing as brothers come together, incubus' power broken.