Maggie was going to enter the bedroom when she saw a flash of light under the door "hmmm two seraphim in that room, weird lights so what could possibly go wrong?" Maggie steeled herself and as quietly as she could opened the door and slid inside. Maggie's body was instantly lifted and pushed tight to the wall, her eyes shot open, she couldn't speak.
Castiel was standing naked in front of of a tall female with handsome, strong features, long dark hair hung to her waist, she was clothed in layers of robe with the iridescence of a bubble was the only way Maggie could describe it later. Sophia had her long fingers griped tight on Castiel's shoulders, he was looking up at her and there was an exchange going on, her tawny eyes glowing into the other angels eyes. Around them was a light so bright Maggie wore sunglasses a week after. The light was fluid and shifted around the Seraphim bodies in waves.
Every bruise, every mark left from the encounter with Sam was vanishing. The energy that was drained out of Castiel from the strange sigil was returning, his body seemed transparent, the light inside working its way very slowly up.
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Sam stood and set the beer down, he started to slowly take off his clothes, eyes never off his brother. Dean watched, transfixed, he forgot how incredible Sam's body really was. Young, tight and well muscled, perfectly in proportion. Sam bent to take off his boots and socks, his long hair fell covering his face. Sam was amused his brother was watching so closely. Dean turned his face away, shamed by how weak he was right now.
Sam picked up the beer again and drank. "Gross, its warm now" he pulled a fresh beer from the cooler and opened it. Sam approached the end of the bed. Dean tried to kick him again and caught Sam in the shoulder but it only took him off balance for a second. Crawling between his brother's legs he slid his body upward until he was full on top of Dean face to face.
"Sam so help me when I get out of this, soul or no soul there is gonna be payback bitch. That's not a threat it's a promise" Dean hissed. Sam kissed his brother hard and the blood started, Dean could taste the copper as Sam's lip broke open again smearing it over the plumpness of his older brothers mouth staining his lips red.
"Now how about that beer I promised you" Sam pushed the end of the bottle into Dean's mouth slowly, the liquid choking him. Dean coughed and the beer flowed out mixing with Sam's blood and running down onto the pillow in a spreading stain.
"Drink it Dean, you love to drink so fucking much this should be easy. How many years have I sat and watched you drown yourself, no matter how much I loved you, gave my body to make you happy or how many times I tried to help it was never enough, I was never enough."
"Christ, Sammy that cross must be pretty damn heavy to carry around like that you fucking martyr. You wanted me to screw you for years, since you hit puberty. When I gave it to you the first time you screamed and bucked like a filthy whore, road me till I thought I was gonna pass out so don't you fucking act like you didn't want it. The best times of your life were either looking at me over your shoulder or up at me on your knees. Your still my same little slut bitch even now. Face it, I could fuck the entire world and you would still take me back." Dean spat in his brothers face.
Sam wiped his face and sucked the spit off his fingers and smiled. Sam kneeled between Deans legs again with the beer and started to slick the bottle neck with the lotion he used on his brothers neck. Deans face was flushed with fear "Please Sammy, come on don't please." He tried to move but Sam flipped him over and shoved a pillow under his hips. Opening his brother he started to push the neck in slowly. "If you don't hold still Dean I can always use the other end of the bottle instead to teach you to listen".
Dean stopped struggling and tried to relax but the pressure hurt. Sam rubbed his lower back with his hand "Shhh…that's it relax and you might enjoy this, I don't want to hurt you." Sam started working the glass neck slowly in and out. Every time it slide back in Dean took a sharp breath, he felt a burning sensation, Dean didn't want to cry out and have Sam do something worse. He cried silently, his body was shaking. Dean buried his face into the pillow until it was over.
The beer started to leak out of Deans ass, Sam was hard, harder than he had been with the angel. Sam knew Dean was hardly ever willing to bottom, Sam was very large and Dean was always wrapped in male pride, he was the alpha dog and Sam was the bitch in heat. Sam pushed the head of his cock through the tight ring of muscle and let Dean get used to the sensation.
Dean cried out loud now. "Come on Dean stop crying like a girl, that little bottle neck wasn't even half as thick and long as I am, now I'm going to give you something to cry about." Sam slide in farther, "It was ok to fuck me anytime you wanted, you never seemed to care if I felt like it or not, didn't care when I cried, I was tired, hurt, when I said no. You always let yourself in anyway."
Sam pushed till he was buried inside his brother, Dean gripped the sheets, working through the pain, the sheer size of Sam stretching his body open. Sam began to pump faster until he was slamming hard. Dean felt his brother hit that magic spot and pain started to feel better.
Dean concentrated on the feeling and began to thrust back stabbing himself on his brother. Sam reached beneath and stroked Dean. They went like this, just the sounds of slapping and heavy breath. Sam's rhythm became sloppy and he felt the edge coming, then he released and came inside his brother. Pulling out he flipped Dean over and Sam took him in his mouth sucking deeply, frantic to get his brother off.
Dean pulled at the handcuffs he had forgotten and wanted to to push Sam's face down harder but could only pump his hips until he shot into his baby brothers pretty mouth. Sam drank deeply, he always liked the way Dean tasted. Since coming back from the cage taste and scent were more important than ever.
Sam lay next to Dean, running his hand over the warm skin of his brother. Dean was a like a drug to his senses. "Sammy? Please would you take these off, I hurt," Dean rattled the cuffs. "Please baby, I wont do anything….promise."
Sam rolled on his back, arm over his eyes, the room was filled with the smell of blood, semen, booze and sweat. Sam wished he could bottle the scent to remember this day. "Promise Dean?" Dean nodded "Promise."
Sam got the handcuff key and released his brothers wrists. Dean rubbed them, they were angry red and deeply marked. "Go take a bath Dean, I'll make something to eat." Sam acted as if nothing had just happened . Dean stumbled to the bathroom, he hurt everywhere and was shocked at himself in the mirror, dried blood and tears over his face, his hair was covered in sweaty dirt and his head throbbed from when Sam slammed it into the car. He ran a hot bath and slowly got in, he felt about 100 years old. Washing himself he examined the bruising from the last two days. Deans bottom hurt and it was difficult to sit in the tub . Washing and rinsing he got out and drained the water. Wrapping himself in a towel he went back to the bedroom. Sam had changed the sheets. Dean sat on the bed, it felt better than sitting in the tub but still felt a twinge of pain.
"Sit back, I made you something to eat." Dean leaned against the pillows and Sam set a tray with soup and coffee "I'm going to take a bath, stay here." Sam shut the bathroom door. Dean heard the water running and the sound of music from the radio, setting the tray aside he dug fresh clothes out of his duffle and dressed quickly. Finding the Impala keys in Sam's pocket he went quietly out the door, Sam's gun shoved in Dean's belt.
Dean got in the Impala and floored it, heading back to Bobby's house and Castiel.
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Castiel was just bright light now, Sophia was embracing him, wrapping his naked body in her robed arms and then it done. The light dimmed then vanished. There was a loud flapping and the two Seraphim had covered the room in the darkness of wings.
Sophia held Castiel's face in her hands, tracing around his now cerulean eyes with her thumbs. "You are healed, complete, your vessel intact again you are perfection, your powers full my beautiful brother Castiel."
"Thank you precious sister Sophia, what could I do to repay my debt to you?" Sophia smiled and held his hands, suddenly he was also in robes. "You will come with me and listen to my wisdom, that is my repayment, you have strayed so far brother. My wisdom is my gift, come."
Castiel hesitated "I have to be here for Dean, I also have to wait for Sam so I can pay him back properly." Castiel's eyes lit with anger.
Sophia smiled, she was well versed in vengeance "I wish I could help you but this is your quest not mine. What about her?" Sophia turned to look at Maggie for the first time, she reached out and Maggie started to choke. Castiel pulled her arm back "It is ok, she is with me."
Sophia shook her head "Your attachment to such insignificant things is a puzzle to me but so be it." Maggie dropped to her feet, trying to catch her breath.
"Ready brother?" Sophia's voice was soft. "Yes but only for a short time, I will listen to what you have to say but I have free will. It's a wonderful thing," Castiel smiled and took her hand. A loud whooshing sound and the room was empty except for Maggie.
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"Dean….Dean…?" Sam was calling for his brother from the bathtub. Sam got out and walked into the bedroom. His brothers duffle was gone along with Sam's gun. A darkness took over Sam's face.
TBC