The next morning, Sam awoke to the sound of his phone ringing.
There weren't many people who even knew his phone number, so he opened it, expecting the worst.
Sleepily, Sam said "Hello?"
"Sam it's good to hear your voice boy – how's your head feelin'?" It was Bobby.
Sam sat up more, trying his best to not disturb Dean, who had his head laid on Sam's chest and was using him as a pillow. "I'm feeling a lot better Bobby, thanks for asking. What's up?"
"Where are you boys currently anyway? Last time I talked to Dean it was Atlanta." Dean made a sleepy sound and tried to hug closer to Sam.
Sam looked down and smiled at him. "Still Atlanta Bobby. Got something for us before we blow town?"
"Naw, nothing like that. Actually don't have anything on the radar right now. But I would like to see you boys for a few days. Think you could talk Dean into coming up?" Dean shifted and opened his eyes. Sam put his arm around him and kissed him on the top of the head.
"Sure thing Bobby. We'll let you know when we're getting close."
"Alright Sam. You boys take care and I'll see you soon, alright?"
"You got it Bobby – see you soon." Sam hung up and set his phone aside.
Dean snuggled up next to Sam and asked "Who was that?"
"It was Bobby. Wants us to come for a visit, if you can believe it."
Dean picked his head up and made a face as close to surprise as he could manage. "A visit? Oh no, we don't just 'visit' Bobby. Sam I think something's up." Dean's eyes were a bit clearer now.
Sam chewed over what he said for a moment. "You've got a point Dean. We better get going."
Dean kicked off the covers and rose from the bed. "I'll start packing."
. . .
Three days later, the Impala rolled into the entrance to Bobby's scrapyard. Sam had both a gun and knife at the ready. Nothing seemed out of place, but that didn't mean anything. If something had happened to Bobby, then whatever had gotten into the place would have had to put up a hell of a fight. Bobby knew how to protect the place.
They parked the Impala around back, and they climbed out as quietly as possible. Sam fanned out to the right while Dean covered the middle and left.
"What in the hell are you boys doin'? This ain't a warzone, ya know." Both Sam and Dean jumped as Bobby emerged from behind an old Ford he was working on, wiping his hands on an oil-stained cloth.
Dean held a gun steady at Bobby's chest. "You sure you're Bobby Singer?"
Bobby rolled his eyes and said "Yes, you idjit! Want to me to pour holy water on myself and take a bath in silver?"
Sam moved around back of him and tossed the contents of the holy water flask he carried on Bobby's back as Dean moved and sliced across his hand with a silver blade.
The only reaction they got was one angry junk man.
"Idjits! I told you it was me." Bobby removed his hat and waved it, trying to remove some of the excess water.
Both Sam and Dean visibly relaxed as Bobby fixed both of them with an angry look. "Sorry Bobby – we just got suspicious because normally we don't come to just 'visit.'" Dean gave his best I'm cute and can get out of trouble smile. Sam couldn't help but chuckle, because that smile was the one that Dean had given him a day earlier after feeling him up at a truck stop just to watch him struggle with an erection.
"Can't an old man just have some visitors what ain't the sheriff? It's been awhile since I've seen you boys. Come on – I'll fix us up some dinner and you can tell me all about this demon you were chasing." Bobby turned and started towards the house.
Sam turned to Dean and gave him a searching look. Dean shrugged his shoulders and gestured towards the car. As soon as Bobby was out of earshot, Sam spoke. "I don't know man – he sure looks and sound like Bobby. Doesn't mean we shouldn't be careful though."
Dean nodded, gathering up a couple guns and stuffing them in his bag. "I'm with you on that one Sammy. In the mean time..." He poked his head around the back of the car to make sure Bobby wasn't in sight. "I've got a little something for you." Dean took Sam's hand and pressed it to the front of his jeans.
"That doesn't feel like a little anything. Dean are you hard?" Sam's eyes slanted with curiosity.
"You bet Sammy. I don't know, watching you wave that gun around – damn."
Sam laughed. "Dean you know that I have to wave a gun around while we're hunting."
"Yeah, I do. But that doesn't mean I can't enjoy watching you be all... scary." Dean put his arms around Sam's waist, pressing their crotches together. Sam was getting hard too.
"Dean do you.. do you have a gun kink?"
"Only one for the weapon between your legs."
Sam pushed him off. "Easy there big boy. Do you want Bobby to see?"
Dean put his hands on Sam's shoulders. "Don't care if God Himself sees. I want you Sam, and bad. Been three days and it feels like a lifetime." The look in Dean's eyes made Sam go weak in the knees. Sam swore that Dean could make him cum just by looking at him, and on occasion when Sam was by himself, Dean's eyes were what he thought about.
"You know, you're awfully hard to say no to, you know that?" Sam leaned down and kissed Dean, secretly thrilling in the fact that they could be caught. Dean opened his mouth and let Sam's tongue in, sucking on it like it he was drowning and seeking air. The back end of the Impala sank lightly as Dean leaned against the lip of the open trunk, letting himself mold to Sam's body.
"Boys! You coming in or not?" Bobby shouted from the back porch.
Sam broke off the kiss, but didn't take his hands from around Dean's waist. "Want me to come and visit in the middle of the night?"
Dean uttered a lusty growl and bit at Sam's bottom lip. "Fuck yeah Sammy."
Sam kissed him hard and brief one more time. "Come on – let's get inside before he gets suspicious."
Dean put on an exaggerated frown. "Just thirty more seconds?"
Sam looked at him for a moment, contemplating. "Fuck it."
Thirty second turned into two minutes, the two of them only breaking apart guiltily when they heard footsteps approaching them.
. . .
After dinner, Bobby cracked open a bottle of his best bourbon. They were gathered around the kitchen table, full of Bobby's fried chicken and biscuits. Sam and Bobby sat down while Dean leaned against the counter. A home cooked meal had done both of them wonders, and Sam was feeling better than before he had bumped his head.
"So – how'd you two get the drop on this son of a bitch?" Bobby said as he poured three glasses of the liquid.
Dean picked his up and took a sip, savoring the fire that it left in his throat. "Well Cas told us about him – said that he needed our help in taking him down. Now if the God Squad can't take down one of those black eyed shits, then you know it's trouble. So, we tracked him to Atlanta, where he locked us in a church." Dean took another swig and gestured for Sam to continue.
Sam cleared his throat before talking. "He had every door in the place shut, locked by mojo. Cas was helping, but he got called back to heaven, leaving Dean and I to figure it out. Spent close to three hours trying to open doors and listening to that thing cackle. Finally, he must have gotten tired of toying with us and he just appeared. Remember that move Dean and I have been trying to perfect? Well it worked." Sam got up and moved behind Dean to demonstrate the move he put on him. "I had him like this while Dean stabbed." Sam stood close enough to where Dean could definitely feel Sam's dick brush against his buttocks. Dean did his best to not allow his face betray what he felt.
"You got that close to a demon? Holy hell Sam that's dangerous." Bobby looked impressed.
Sam tightened his grip on Dean slightly. "The key was holding him tight enough. That and we've started wearing devil's traps on our wrists." Sam grabbed a hold of Dean's left arm and held it aloft. Engraved along a band were the aforementioned symbols. Sam wore an identical one. "It doesn't stop them, but they sure as hell can't move as much when that's so close to them." Sam disguised grinding his hips against Dean's rear as moving from behind him.
Bobby took another sip of bourbon and said "Never actually thought of that one. How'd you chuckleheads figure it out?"
Dean, deciding that now was a good time to speak rather than focus on the fire spreading in his groin, said "Dad's journal. We were cleaning out the trunk of the Impala one day and found it stuffed in between compartments. We found the right material and made them ourselves." Dean took another sip of bourbon and crossed his legs, briefly fixing Sam with a look that said "your ass is mine."
"The challenge was getting a hold of Cas to bless them so that they would work. That angel's damned shifty these days."
"Damned impressive stuff you two. If anything, John Winchester knew his demons." All three of them looked pensive at that statement.
Dean was the one to break the silence. "I think I'm gonna go turn in. Thanks for dinner Bobby." Dean sat down his empty glass and started for the stairs.
Bobby called after him. "I forgot to mention it earlier, but Dean the room you normally sleep in is full of books and relics. Hit a gold mine when a friend of mine decided he was too old for the business and gave it all away. You don't mind sharing with Sam, do you? Bed's bigger anyway."
Dean was the only one who noticed the look of glee on his younger brother's face.
. . .
Awhile later, Sam finished brushing his teeth and checked to make sure the towel around his waist was secure before he stepped out of the bathroom. The light was off in the hallway, so he moved largely by feel to the room he and Dean were sharing. He opened the door, spying Dean sitting up in bed, the covers drawn up to his waist. He wasn't wearing a shirt, and his skin shone gold in the lamplight.
Sam tossed aside his dirty clothes and made his way to the bed, crawling over the end and settling himself in Dean's lap.
Dean put his arms around Sam's back. "You know that scene in Dr. No where Ursula Andress comes up from the ocean, looking all drippy and hot?"
Sam gave Dean a confused look. "Yeah, why?"
"You looked way sexier coming through that door."
Dean put a hand on the back of Sam's head and drew him in. Sam immediately opened his mouth and Dean's tongue entered, mapping as much of Sam's mouth as he could. His younger brother's skin was still warm and damp from the shower, and Dean ran his hands all over his back. Sam's back was one of Dean's favorite things in the world to touch, and made a point to do so often..
Sam broke the kiss momentarily to ask "May I come under the blankets with you?"
"Only if that towel goes."
Sam was very quick to oblige, and he dropped the towel to the floor, and he slid under the covers. Dean was already naked, and Sam thought that was incredibly erotic. He rolled Dean so that his older brother was on top. They lay there for a long time, just making out and enjoying the fact that they had a nice big bed to roll around in. Dean was loving every second of having Sam like this; he didn't make it public knowledge, but this was his favorite kind of lovemaking – slow, sweet, and tender. In a life of taking things fast, running, and not having the amount of permanence that they both would have liked, the one, beautiful thing that he could count on was Sam, and all of the benefits that came with Sam, including his immensely satisfying way with sex. Even if it was quick and dirty sometimes, Sam never left Dean hanging, never made him feel unwanted. Dean did his best to return that sort of consideration, and make him feel just as loved as he did
Dean, breaking the kiss only to breathe, stroked Sam's hair and looked down at him. "Sammy..."
"What is it Dean?" Sam said, concern shading his voice.
Dean's voice was barely above a whisper. "Thank you."
"For what Dean?" Sam brushed a thumb over Dean's cheek.
"I'll tell you later, promise." Sam wrapped his legs, those long, terrific legs, around Dean's waist, urging him forward. Dean got the message, and rutted against Sam's thigh. Clearly Sam was more on the need side of sex verses the foreplay part.
Dean kept kissing him as he reached for the lube on the table. As he reached down to apply it, Sam pulled off of him and whispered into his ear "I have a surprise for you. Feel between my legs." Dean's hand disappeared between them, Sam opening up his legs more to give Dean access.
Dean's arousal soared even more as he realized that Sam had shaved himself – all of him. The hair that normally grew in his nether regions was gone. Sam had shaved his cock, balls, ass, and the space between his cheeks.
"Sammy how... when did you do this?"
Sam chuckled and kissed Dean's bewildered face. "Not when, how. Little present from Castiel. Not really sure what it is, but he promised it would make me, in his words, 'As smooth as Christ was at His birth.' Don't worry, it'll all grow back. It only lasts for a few hours."
Dean looked slightly more satisfied. "How'd you talk Cas into getting that?"
Sam briefly flicked his eyes heavenward. "He does everything to help that he can Dean. And I mean everything. He knows how much you mean to me, and I had told him about wanting to do this for you. So next time you see him ... don't be so harsh, alright?" Sam's overwhelming concern made Dean's heart melt.
"Alright Sammy." Sam gave him a gentle kiss, tongue molding against Dean's, fitting just right. "Man you really need to work on your interrogation techniques. I don't think most things will talk with you naked under them."
"Oh, don't like the thought of me pumping a vamp for information?" On the word pump, Sam thrust his hips upward.
"Trying to make me jealous Sammy?" A growl had crept into Dean's voice.
"Maybe. I was originally wanting slow and sweet tonight but... I changed my mind." Sam's grin was demonic. "Three days is too long to wait for a Dean Winchester style fucking."
The next kiss was needy and wet. It felt like Sam was trying to eat Dean's face, what with the amount of teeth in the kiss. Sam was nothing right now but six feet and four inches of arousal and desire, and he was doing his best to convey that. Dean knew that there was only one thing that would satisfy him, and he was more than willing to give that to him.
He started to move down Sam's body, but a strong hand staid him. "Dean I need you inside me NOW. Please." Sam's expression was half pleading, half burning want.
Dean leaned forward and kissed Sam, reassuring him. "You said I was hard to say no to earlier – speak for yourself Sammy." Dean looked down Sam's body, trying to take in as much of it as he could with his eyes. Sam seemed like he went on for miles, all long planes and beautiful muscle.
"Dean I'm not going to disappear." Sam tilted Dean's head up and looked at him, smiling gently.
"I know you won't Sammy. I just... sometimes it still doesn't feel real. Like I'm suddenly gonna wake up from a dream, a long, wonderful dream."
"Well maybe I can help make it feel more... tangible." Sam rose up so that Dean was more or less sitting in his lap, making a point to brush his cock against Dean's. Dean moaned as Sam put his arms around him. "You get a lot of crap for being a hardass but Dean, I see right through that. You're a big old teddy bear. Granted, one that can shoot down a wendigo from thirty paces, but a teddy bear nonetheless."
"I am not!" Dean pushed Sam down on the bed, wrestling him, Sam laughing the whole time. Once Dean had Sam's arms pinned above his head he said, softly "Alright maybe a little. And just for you. No one else."
Sam kissed him on the nose. "However you want to justify it Dean. But I think you're wonderful all the same." Sam's combination of bedroom and puppy dog eyes was disarming.
Dean's stomach did a back flip at the unabashed tenderness of Sam's tone. "Don't go all chick flick on me Sammy."
"Then please, for the love of all that exists Dean, will you please fuck me now? I keep trying to get you-" Sam's words were cut off as Dean kissed him, hard. Hard enough so that their teeth clacked together and he bit Sam's lower lip, drawing a drop of blood. About damn time, Sam thought to himself.
Dean, still lubed up from earlier, moved by feel to rest his cock against Sam's entrance. Sam put a hand against his chest and reached down to slick himself up, having forgotten to do so when Dean did. Sam looked into Dean's eyes as he spread his legs open, making himself ready for Dean. He grasped Dean's length and guided him in, slowly letting out his breath as Dean's thick cock pressed into him.
"Sammy..." Dean's eyes were now blown wide with desire.
"Like I said Dean – I want you." Sam placed his hands on Dean's hips, pulling him in as deep as he could go. Sam's body shook as he felt Dean slowly pass over his prostate, his breath starting to quicken and his mouth go dry. His eyes closed halfway and he dipped his head against his chest, his muscles getting used to the feel of Dean inside him. Dean was big, not quite as big as Sam, but more than enough to leave Sam walking crooked for a couple of days afterward. Sam wouldn't have it any other way, of course. Not only because Dean felt so fucking good inside him, but because he loved being this close to him.
Dean's hips slowly began to pump, his cock drawing almost all the way out and then back in. Dean put a hand behind Sam's head, drawing him up to claim his mouth with his. Sam shuddered every time Dean's cock moved, and he moaned low in his throat as his body opened up to Dean completely.
Sam broke the kiss and whispered, voice full of lust "Harder."
Dean nodded and moved up so that his torso was upright. Sam threw up his legs and let them rest on Dean's shoulders, but held them as close together as he could, making himself tighter for Dean.
Dean felt immediately what Sam was doing, and began to fuck him in earnest. Dean's mouth hung open, lips red from kissing Sam, his face flushed with arousal. Sam thought it was the hottest fucking thing he had ever seen, the way Dean looked right now. Dean was hot all the time, but right now it was almost too much.
"So good Sammy... so damn good." He held onto Sam's legs, bracing himself as he fucked, no, made love to him. Sam had his hands on Dean's hips, not wanting to break contact, wanting to touch and feel him as much as possible. He needed Dean like he needed air to breathe, like a man dying of thirst needed to water.
Dean kept up that rhythm, that rising and falling and increasing of arousal for what seemed like hours, trying to not make too loud of a sound lest they should wake Bobby. Sam was chewing his lip nearly raw from trying to contain himself, but a not so soft sound passed over his lips every now and then. Dean was fucking him really good, hard and deep without actually going that fast.
Dean kissed down Sam's calf as he felt his orgasm getting closer. Sam's stomach muscles flex as he felt his own climax start to pool in his lower body. His breath came in short, sharp pants and his back arched every time Dean's cock hit his swollen prostate. He reached down and jacked himself, precum slicking his hand as Dean basically forced it out of him.
Dean saw what Sam was doing, and with a hoarse "Fuck" his orgasm overwhelmed him, making his whole body shake like he was being battered by a hurricane. He bit down on the fleshy part of Sam's calf, needing something to stifle the loud moan that threatened to escape his body. Not half a heartbeat later, Sam came too, thick ropes of cum shooting out of him and landing on his face and torso. His mouth was clamped shut, but Dean could see he was gritting his teeth, trying to hold in the sounds of pleasure that he knew Sam would be making in any other case.
Dean's body finally went slack, holding on to Sam's legs for support. Sam was just lying there beneath him, chest rising and falling as he drew in deep breaths, his body coated with sweat and semen. He finally opened his eyes and looked at Dean, smiling around his attempts to take in more oxygen.
Dean drew out of him, and leaned down for an open-mouthed kiss, which Sam gave him. He put his arms around Dean, pressing his body against him.
Sam moved and whispered in Dean's ear "You can get off of me now if you want." Dean rolled over, his torso sticky with Sam's climax. Sam rose from the bed, seeking the towel that he had around his waist earlier. He gave a start as he felt Dean's cum trickle out of him and down the back of his leg. Dean couldn't help but laugh as he watched Sam try to contain it by pressing a hand to his ass.
"It's not funny Dean. It tickles." Sam found the towel and wiped himself down, then tossed it to Dean.
Dean contained his laughter enough to say "Sorry Sammy, but that was a cute little dance you just did there." Sam did his best to throw him a bitch face, but there was no sincerity behind it so he just wound up laughing instead. Dean stood up and made his way over to Sam to hug him, resting his head against Sam's shoulder.
"Sammy I know I don't say it often but I like the fact that you're a Sasquatch."
"Why's that Dean?" Sam kissed the top of Dean's head.
"Cause I like it when you hug me. Makes me feel safe and warm. Might start using you as a shield when we go hunting. A big, sexy shield." He tilted his face up and looked up into Sam's eyes.
"You know, I'd probably do it anyway if it meant you wouldn't get hurt." Sam's voice was full of serious intent.
"Fuck Sammy I was just joking."
"I wasn't Dean, really. I'd take a bullet for you man." He walked Dean backwards towards and pulled them both down onto it. Dean moved so that he was resting against Sam's side, his head on his shoulder again.
"Dean what you said earlier – what did that mean. When you said thank you."
Dean moved up so that he could put his lips right next to Sam's ear. "I was thanking heaven, Sam. Was thanking it for you."
Sam's breath hitched. "Dean-"
"Just let me talk Sammy. There isn't a day that goes by that I don't say that. Even if I'm pissed at you, I still do it. Because it means that you're here for me to be pissed at. And I was thanking you. Because Sam, you say that you're the lucky one, but you make me feel like the most goddamned blessed person on this earth. Because I have you." Dean finished his words by kissing Sam on the cheek and settling back down onto Sam's body.
Sam wasn't entirely sure what to say next. He turned his head to look at Dean. He reached up and put a hand to the side of Dean's face, and Dean raised a hand and held Sam there, loving the feel of Sam's skin against his.
"Sammy I know that that big old brain of yours is trying to find something to say, but I'm going to say it for you. Sam, we're soulmates. Call it bullshit if you want to, but I've spent a lot of time thinking about this. We're in it for life Sam, you and me. And I never want it to be anyone else. The other day, back in Atlanta, what you said... hearing that made me the happiest guy like you wouldn't believe. And Sam... one day... I want to make it permanent. Like... you know..."
"Dean are you..." Sam swallowed, his mouth having gone dry again. "Are you proposing to me?"
Dean shut his eyes and held Sam close. In a barely audible voice, he said "Yes."
Sam rolled back his bottom lip, biting it, his brain scrambling to process what Dean was saying to him right now. Never in his wildest dreams had he ever even thought of this happening. Never had he dared let himself even think about that concept, being married to Dean. He had always thought that the bond that they already shared was more than enough. But marriage? Not even Sam could wrap his brain around that one.
"Dean... can we please talk about this more?" Dean's face started to twist into an expression of hurt but Sam immediately pressed his lips to his, reassuring him that talking later was not a bad thing. "Just give me some time Dean, please. I'm not going to run away, alright?"
Feeling a little better, Dean nodded and wiped his eyes with the back of his hand, not really being aware of when he had teared up. "Sammy... can... can I sleep in your arms?"
"Yes."
Dean turned on his side and pressed himself close. "Good night Sammy."
"Good night Dean."
As he slept, Sam dreamed of walking down the aisle, Dean beaming at him as he approached the altar.