"And Dean used me as bait!" Austin enthusiastically relayed the play-by-play to Sam while they both sat on the bed eating soup.

Sam was recovering exceedingly well, defying all the doctor's expectations and feeling almost at top notch after just five additional days of rest.

The injury site barely hurt at all and he could perform a few everyday tasks without feeling any strain on the patch on his vein.

He still couldn't bend over to tie his own shoes or pull his pants up, so he reluctantly allowed Dean to do things like that for him, and it annoyed the hell out of Sam.

Dean took every opportunity to heckle his brother about his invalidity, but in his heart of hearts he was fine with helping out. It gave him an excuse not to be out hunting with John, and also a reason to hang around Sam all the time.

...XoXoXo...

"Dean, you need to get out more. You know I'm fine here."

"Where would I go, Sammy? It's not like I have a job or school or anything."

"I know. But you've been holed up here for two weeks! Do you even remember what diner food tastes like?"

Dean's mouth watered at the idea of going to a diner and getting pie.

"I do, but if I eat another one of Austin's friggin' vegan meals I think I'm going to die from tofu poisoning."

Sam chuckled. "I don't think that's a thing, Dean. But yeah, you should go bring us back some pie. Austin will be back in an hour he can help me if I need it later."

"Or maybe we should make some better use of our time; you know, in Austin's absence." Dean waggled his brow in an 'I'm horny' sort of way.

Sam rolled his eyes.

"God, Dean. Please don't tempt me. You know what Terry said. It hasn't been a full week yet."

"Close enough." Dean insisted. His mind was filled with lustful thoughts all of a sudden and his cock was filled in nearly an instant at the prospect of getting lucky.

"I haven't… you know… cleaned myself in a while." Sam blushed a little at the mention of his current state.

"It's a good thing that we can have other fun than just fucking, Sam. For example, I haven't sucked that huge cock of yours in far too long."

"Actually, I don't think you've ever sucked my cock. It was always me doing you."

"Well I can fix that really quick, baby boy." Dean swallowed down a little bit of nervousness. He'd never done this before. And he knew there was no way he could match Sam's skill.

He threw back the blanket and found Sam in an already rock-hard state, tenting his sweatpants obscenely.

The sweatpants were quickly shoved off, and Dean immediately wrapped his right hand around the erection while using his left to feel Sam's soft, plump balls.

"Don't torture me, please. I haven't come in ages."

"Don't worry, Sam. I'll get you there. I'm gonna swallow everything you've got."

And without any further ado he put his mouth gently on the tip of Sam's leaking cock.

It was pleasant and salty tasting. And Dean knew that he was going to be such a whore for his brother's cock from then on.

Sam struggled to keep his hips from bucking into the warm, wet mouth that was very quickly bringing him to completion.

Dean ran his tongue along the underside of Sam's cock smoothly and slowly, just like Sam had done to him in the past. The sound he received in response was absolutely nothing short of sinful.

"Dean I'm so close." Sam warned as the eldest kept bobbing relentlessly, literally sucking the orgasm straight from him.

"I can't, oh God… Dean I'm coming!" The young Winchester made a conscious effort to try to keep his neck muscles relaxed while his orgasm approached, but when it hit him there was nothing he could do but ride it out; nothing but a slave to the pleasure coursing through his body.

His injury ached a little while he came down from the high. Sam looked down to see Dean slowly coming off his softening cock, licking up the excess cum that slipped from his mouth.

"Wow…" Dean finally said with a smirk. "You really had a lot there. It was good."

"I wish I could return the favor." Sam said, still a little breathless.

"Just lie right there, just the way you are and you will be." Dean whipped out his hard cock and stroked it at a fast pace, looking Sam right in the face as he jerked off.

"God, Sammy you're so fucking hot. Can't wait to shove my big dick up your tight ass. I'll bet you're practically a virgin again after all this time. I'll have to take my time with you; open you up with my tongue, my fingers."

Dean's dirty talk was already making Sam's arousal return, bit by bit.

"You'll take my cock so good, like you're made for it; made to be fucked by me and only me."

"Yes, Dean." Sam agreed, only getting more aroused while his brother beat off. He could feel a slightly painful pulsing where he knew the vein patch was, but it wasn't too bad.

"I'm gonna cum on you, baby. Mark you as mine."

Dean slid Sam's white shirt up his chest so he could mark his soul mate as his, just as Sam had marked him with his seed just moments ago.

"Yes. Only yours." Sam promised while he watched his brother come completely undone, spurting ropes of warm, sticky cum all over his bare chest.

Dean spent himself over and over it seemed; he felt like his orgasm lasted a full minute as he came all over Sam's skin.

Sam scooped up some of the semen with two fingers and began to eat it. And if Dean were physically capable of it he would have gotten an erection again right there. He leaned forward and kissed Sam, mingling the tastes of each other and enjoying the feeling of being so explicitly close.

"I think… I think I'm ready for round two." Sam mumbled against Dean's lips. He poked Dean's hip with his erection to prove his point.

"We should take it slow, Sam. How 'bout a break?"

"Okay." Sam didn't fight it too much; Dean was right. It would be wise to stop for the time being.

"We have all the time in the world. No need to undo all your recovery by going zero-to-sixty in such a short time."

"Thanks for looking out for me Dean." Sam's eyes watered a little at the sentiment. He wasn't going to cry though. He was not going to cry after sex. That was just not going to happen.

"It's no problem, Sammy. You know I love you, right?"

"Of course. And I love you."

Dean lay down next to Sam and they drifted off to sleep without a care in the world. They knew that no matter what happened, their love for each other could get them through anything.

And it did.

...XoXoXo...

Five years later, Sam and Dean were still together. They'd gone through a number of rough patches, as always and as expected, but they always made it through stronger as individuals and as a team.

They slowly retired from the hunting life after their dad died at the hands of a demon. Dean opened up his own mechanic shop and loved being his own boss. Sam finished law school and worked as an advocate for refugees and immigrants. They both loved their jobs and loved each other.

Sam thought all was going well; almost a little too well for a Winchester. Sometimes he missed the challenge and conflict of the hunter lifestyle.

But he should have been more careful in what he wished for.

Because one day, when Dean returned home from a long day of work, there was an unknown man walking behind him.

The eldest Winchester walked in the door and immediately locked eyes with Sam.

"Hey, Sam. You are just not gonna believe this. I saw this guy walking along the side of the road… I think he's homeless. Anyway I gave him a ride. I figured you wouldn't mind; you being a bleeding heart and all. But between you and me, I think he might have hit his head or something. You'll see what I mean."

More than a little curious, Sam looked past Dean and to the disheveled, albeit handsome man behind Dean.

Dean stepped out of the way so the new acquaintance could talk to Sam properly.

"Hey, I'm Sam." He extended his hand in greeting.

The man nodded, and looked quizzically at the hand offered to him, and it eventually retreated back to its owner.

"It is very nice to meet you, Samuel. My name is Castiel. I'm an angel of the Lord."