Dean woke up in the middle of the night.
Sam was spooning him, his arms wrapped around his torso. Dean shut his eyes for a moment and enjoyed the feeling of being held by him, and then as well as he could manage he got up without disturbing Sam. He leaned down and whispered "I'll be right here when you wake up Sammy." Sam murmured in his sleep and his slumber continued. Dean smiled and kissed him on the cheek.
He found his jeans and shirt, feet sliding into his boots as he made his way out of the bedroom door. He crept along carefully, not wanting to wake Bobby. When he was downstairs, he grabbed his jacket off the back of the chair he had placed it on last night, and went outside. He wandered through Bobby's junkyard, the cool night air nipping at the exposed parts of his skin.
He looked heavenward towards the stars, just gazing up at them before he began what he set out to do. "Castiel, I know that you're busy, but I need to talk to you buddy. And no, we're not in trouble, I just need to talk to you about something really important. And... I'm sorry for the way I've been treating you lately. So please, hear me and answer my prayer." He closed his eyes and tilted his head down.
Castiel appeared behind him and said "Hello Dean."
Dean turned and saw the angel standing there, looking oddly tired. "You alright Cas?"
"I'm fine Dean. Heaven is on the lookout for... well never you mind, it doesn't concern you. What did you want to talk about?"
Dean smiled. "Cas, he said yes."
The angel himself looked happy, very happy in fact. "Dean this is truly wonderful news."
"I know Cas. Trust me I'm on Cloud Nine here. I really didn't know if he would go for it, but he did."
Cas smiled at him gently. "You know that Sam would do anything for you, right Dean?"
"I know man, I know. But this... Cas I had to tell you soon."
Cas bowed slightly. "I'm honored Dean, truly."
Dean ran a hand over his face, all of it still feeling a bit surreal. "You remember the conversation we had when I first told you I was going to propose to him?"
"I do Dean."
"Well, I think now is a good time to rehash that and start planning..."
. . .
As the sun was just poking through the slats of the blinds in the window, Sam woke up, rubbing his eyes sleepily. He turned onto his back, and there was Dean, laying on his side, one hand holding his head up and the other stroking Sam's arm. His face blossomed into a smile as he said "Good morning Sammy." He tilted his head downward and kissed Sam on the lips, waking him up a little bit more.
After a few moments, Sam broke the kiss and asked "Where did you go last night? I got up to use the bathroom and you weren't here."
Dean reached out and ran his hand through Sam's hair. "You'll find out soon enough Sam, I promise. Technically I didn't go anywhere, just outside."
"At three in the morning?"
"No time like pre-dawn to do stuff." Dean winked at him.
"What are you up to Dean?" Dean smiled, a knowing twinkle in his eyes. Sam regarded him with slight suspicion. "I know that look. It's your I'm planning something big but Sam's just gonna have to wait look."
Dean nuzzled Sam's neck, rubbing his nose against the spot where Sam's jaw connected. "Patience Sammy." Sam grabbed a hold of Dean's shoulder and pulled him on top of him, his hands plunging down under the covers to hold Dean in place.
Dean's face was half surprise and half desire. "Feeling frisky there Sammy?"
Sam nipped at Dean's jaw. "Maybe. You got a problem with that?"
Dean thought about it for a moment and said "Nah." He laughed and kissed Sam, tongue plunging into his mouth. He loved the feeling of Sam's stubble against his skin, rasping against him as he worked Sam's mouth. Soon, Sam's body responded to more urgent matters. He broke the kiss and said to Dean "Dean, I'm loving this, really, but I gotta drain the lizard." Dean rolled off of him, carefully so that his knee didn't catch against Sam's cock.
Sam rose from the bed, tucking his erection into the waistband of his boxers as he did so. Dean couldn't resist and followed him to the bathroom. He stood outside the door while Sam relieved himself, then went into the room when he heard the toilet flush. He stood with his arms around Sam as he washed his hands, kissing his shoulder.
Sam looked at them in the mirror, and said "Dean you're going to murder me for saying this but we really do make a cute couple." Dean blushed, but didn't move away from Sam.
"I wouldn't hurt you for saying that Sammy. I know we do."
Sam rinsed off his hands and turned to Dean. "I think I'm gonna take a shower. I would ask you to join me but..."
"I know Sammy. I'd love to jump in with you, trust me."
"I'd hate for Bobby to find out like this anyway. You know we have to tell him sooner or later. Last night we got lucky, you know that right?" Sam turned and held Dean to his chest.
Dean nodded. "Yeah I do Sammy. We'll tell him – eventually."
Sam kissed him, then turned him around and nudged him towards the door. "I won't be long Dean – promise."
Dean shut the door behind him, and almost ran into Bobby.
"I know that the two of you are close Dean but what were you doing in there with Sam?"
Dean blushed and said "I was uh... I was... Bobby see the thing is... Sam and I..." Dean was trying very hard to make himself disappear forever. Dammit he thought, where the hell was Cas when you needed him?
"I know Dean."
Dean went white as a sheet and said "What Bobby?"
"The two of you aren't exactly as discrete as you think."
Dean stared at his feet, having absolutely no idea what to say next.
"It's alright Dean, really. Better Sam than some STD-ridden barfly anyway. Come on – help me make some breakfast."
. . .
Sam came into the kitchen, the smell of bacon and eggs wafting to his nose. Dean and Bobby were already at the table, eating. Dean smiled up at him, mouth full of food and patted the chair next to him. Sam sat down and began to pile his plate. After drinking last night, he was feeling ravenous. Dean leaned over and kissed his cheek, which made Sam go stock still, his face mimicking a deer caught in headlights pretty well.
"Bobby knows, Sam." Sam's eyes looked over at Bobby, who was contentedly chewing on a piece of bacon and nodding his head. He finished it and said "Don't worry, I'm not going to kick you boys out. I always figured that your bond was always deeper than met the eye anyway. That and I didn't figure the two of you were hammering nails the other night."
Both of them flushed as red as blood and looked down at their plates as the memory ghosted through their minds.
"The two of you can stop looking ashamed and finish eating now. I need your help again today. Turns out that some of the stuff my friend gave me is still at his place and I can't haul it all back by myself."
Both Sam and Dean looked relieved as they finished eating in silence.
. . .
After helping Bobby wash up, Sam and Dean piled into the Impala, following close behind Bobby in his Chevelle.
"Well that went a lot better than expected." Sam's voice was quiet.
"Yeah, it really did. And Sam... I'm not ashamed. Not at all."
Sam turned his head to look at Dean. "Me neither Dean."
Dean blew a kiss at him and focused back on the road, putting one hand on the seat and opening it in invitation for Sam to take it. Sam looked at him tentatively, not really sure he was believing what he was seeing. "You sure Dean?"
"Yeah Sammy, I'm sure." Sam took Dean's hand, holding it gently. Dean smiled, his eyes still watching the road.
Sam grinned too. "What are you smiling about Dean?"
Dean laughed and said "Nothing Sam. You're just cute."
Sam chuckled, his laugh making the inside of the car vibrate. "Sorry Dean, I just never thought I would hear you say those words."
"Hey, I'm just being honest here Sammy. Wouldn't say it if it wasn't true. You know that."
Sam smiled all the way to their destination.
. . .
As it turned out, a few things turned out to be a lot of things, and they had to make more than one trip. By the time they were done, both Sam and Dean were dirty, covered in dust and cobwebs. Bobby's friend, an elderly hunter named Dan, had been little help in telling them where all the rest of the stuff was, and they had to clean out three different storage lockers across town as well. They finally finished around sunset, the Impala stuffed full of books.
"The next time Bobby says I need your help, I'm going to run in the opposite direction." Dean sneezed from the dust that had filled the inside of his car.
Sam pulled his door shut as best as he could, maneuvering a crate of books in his lap. "And I just might follow you. No, fuck that, I definitely will. And not just because your ass is cute." Sam grinned and winked at him.
Dean reached up and ruffled Sam's hair in a gesture of affection. "You know Sam, watching you lift boxes and getting all sweaty has me all worked up. What do you say me and you grab a hotel tonight? I'm in a noise making mood."
"How much noise Dean?"
"Enough to where I want to scream Sammy until I can't anymore."
Sam nearly dropped the box that he was holding. "That bad huh?"
Dean's hand moved over to squeeze Sam's thigh. His younger brother's gasp of breath was all the answer he needed. "Oh yeah Sammy. So loud Heaven's gonna tell us to keep it down."
. . .
They took leave of Bobby, saying that they needed some time alone. Bobby just waved them away and insisted that he didn't want or need to know. They grabbed dinner at the local Japanese restaurant, which Dean suggested, much to Sam's surprise. Regardless, the meal was delicious and by the time it was over they were both feeling good. They didn't talk much, just smiled at each other, occasionally offering up a bit of their meals to each other to try. It was the best mood Sam had seen Dean in a long time. He even let Sam drive.
As they got in the car, Sam got an idea. He went to the local supermarket, and Dean looked at him, a curious expression on his face.
"You go and get a big box of condoms and some lube – I've got a little something planned for you Dean. Just trust me, alright?" Sam squeezed his arm reassuringly.
"Alright Sammy, you've got me intrigued. I'll meet you back up front in five, alright?" He kissed Sam on the cheek and started towards the health section. Sam made his way to produce, selecting the best looking strawberries he could find, then headed towards dairy, looking for the biggest container of spray whipped cream that was available. Satisfied with what he found, he walked towards the checkout, where Dean was waiting for him. He saw what Sam had and Dean's face lit up like a Christmas tree.
The cashier, an older lady with pleasant brown eyes, rang them up and Sam decided a little PDA wouldn't hurt, so he leaned over and bit Dean's earlobe. Dean gave a start and fixed Sam with a death glare, which just made his younger brother smile all the wider. The cashier was doing her best to contain her laughter, and as non-nonchalantly as possible Sam wished her good night, grabbing Dean by the hand and leading him out of the store as he did so.
"Sammy you're a little shithead, you know that?" Dean's anger was painfully forced.
"I'm your shithead though." Sam put on an exaggerated you love me face.
"Get in the damn car."
Sam was laughing as he opened the the driver's side door. He gently set the bag he was holding down in the seat between them, taking care to make sure it wouldn't fall.
Dean looked considerably less peeved as Sam started the car and drove out of the parking lot. "Whipped cream and strawberries Sam?"
"Yep. Always wanted to know what they taste like off of you."
Dean bit his lip at the thought of Sam licking whipped cream off his cock.
. . .
Sam took extra care in cleaning himself when he showered before getting started. He always made sure that he was clean for Dean, even if he wasn't expecting sex that day. And he knew Dean did the same for him. It had just become routine for both of them to do, and they both enjoyed not having to worry about an unexpected mess if the moment was right for sex. Dean had been occupying his thoughts almost continually ever since he hit his head back in Atlanta. He leaned against the wall of the shower, closing his eyes and thinking about the man just on the other side of the door. He was hooked on Dean; hooked like a junkie to heroin, but it was an addiction that he never wanted to kick. Dean made him feel so... complete. That was the best word that he had to describe it. He thought about the future, whether that included being a hunter or not, and Dean was there for every part of it.
He collected his thoughts and shut off the water. He dried himself off, and hung the towel back on the rack. He had figured beforehand that going naked from the start would be best – his clothes were normally gone a few minutes into sex anyway.
Dean was standing at the table in the room, as naked as the day he was born. He had his back to Sam, and he was singing softly as he prepared what Sam had bought earlier. Sam came up behind him, slowly putting his arms around Dean's body, hugging him close. Sam put his head on Dean's shoulder, kissing it, and smelling Dean's skin.
"You smell amazing Dean." Sam put his nose right behind Dean's ear and inhaled.
"Little present from Castiel. He said to combine it with soap. It's oil of some sort that they used in ancient Egypt – stuff that the pharaoh used to seduce his concubines. Cas swore up and down that that he had only seen it work, not actually experienced it himself."
"Well, it's certainly working on me." Sam licked the back of Dean's ear, slowly, causing Dean's body to go slack against him. His breath came out long and slow, the word "Sammy" passing over his lips. Dean's ears were one of his biggest erogenous zones, and Sam loved to tease them. He felt Sam's teeth nip at the soft skin of his earlobe, one hand holding Dean to his body and the other trailing across his stomach. Dean was getting hard, and Sam hadn't even touched his cock yet.
Sam stopped for a moment and said "Let me see that whipped cream." Dean obliged him, and handed it over. Sam took it and put a stripe of it on his finger, and applied it to the spot where his tongue had been earlier. Sam licked the sweet substance up, savoring the combination of it with Dean's skin. Dean's moan of pleasure was enough to get Sam hard as well, and he shifted so that his cock rubbed up Dean's back.
"Jesus Sammy that's good." Sam did the same to his other ear, except this time he went much slower, using just the tip of his tongue. He reached down and stroked Dean's cock in sync with the trail he was making behind Dean's ear. He felt Dean's skin flush with the heat of arousal, all warm and dark.
He turned Dean around and tilted his head up. He claimed Dean's mouth with his with an open mouth kissed, not fervent, but slow and full of desire. It felt like Dean was on fire in his arms, so completely had his body opened up to Sam's touch. Sam reached for a strawberry, peeling away the stem, and broke the kiss to place it gently in his mouth. Dean got the message and took a bite of it, Sam eating the other half. They kissed again, the sweet taste passing back and forth between them, the intimacy of the act making Sam's body thrill every time Dean's lips brushed against his. They repeated this until half of the strawberries were gone, their arousal increasing bit by bit with each fruit that they shared.
Sam picked up the bowl and led Dean to the bed, never breaking eye contact with him. He laid down, placing the bowl beside him. Dean knelt in between his legs, watching Sam as the younger Winchester picked up a strawberry and held it over his body. He squeezed it, red juice dripping out. He moved it so that the sticky liquid ran in rivulets down his body, flowing in between the contours of his abdominal muscles, some of it pooling in his navel.
Dean watched, transfixed as Sam coated himself with the stuff. Sam reached up and popped the spent fruit in Dean's mouth and said "Lick me clean." Dean started at the base of Sam's torso, careful to not make contact with Sam's cock which was sticking up so enticingly. He licked his way up Sam, using broad, careful strokes of his tongue, catching as much of the juice as he could. Sam was pliant beneath him, his eyes closed and head tilted back, giving himself over completely to Dean.
He kissed and nipped his way up Sam's throat, sucking briefly at the skin around his Adam's apple, Sam making small, lusty sounds that Dean found to be irresistible. He made his way back up to Sam's mouth, his lips red from strawberry juice. He gathered up some of it from the inside of his mouth, and shared it with Sam.
Sam reveled in the combination of the sweet liquid and the taste of Dean's mouth. He didn't know that he could be more turned on than he was beforehand, but he was. Their tongues wrestled for control, drinking each other in like they were thirsting to death. Dean positioned himself so that he was straddling his younger brother's waist, feeling Sam's cock resting against his buttocks. Dean reached for another strawberry, putting it in his mouth and biting down so that the juice dripped down onto Sam's face, coloring his cheeks red. Dean took his hand and gathered it onto his fingers and put them into Sam's mouth, letting Sam suck the sticky-sweet mess off of them. Every time Sam's tongue swirled over a finger, Dean moaned, the sensation making him even harder against Sam's belly. Precum was leaking out of him, making the space between Sam's chest and stomach slick with it.
Sam rose up and pushed Dean back on the bed. He got up and retrieved the whipped cream from its place on the table then came back to settle in between Dean's legs.
Sam smiled at him as he shook the canister. "You're taking to this so well Dean. I gotta say that I'm glad." He finished shaking the whipped cream and watched Dean's face as he took his cock and painted a stripe of it down the side of it facing him. Dean started at the coolness of it, but Sam's mouth was immediately there to take it off. Dean's moan was absolutely filthy. Sam's insides felt hot as the taste of whipped cream and precum combined on his tongue. Dean placed a hand on Sam's head, pushing him gently downwards. Sam got the message and took Dean down all the way to the base, burying his nose in Dean's pubic hair and inhaling. Dean smelled so good, so musky and masculine. He slowly worked his way back up, tongue teasing sensation out of Dean, making him come apart. He looked up at his older brother and winked, smiling around Dean's thick member. He bobbed his head up and down on Dean's cock for a good while, saliva and liquified whipped cream running down Dean's cock and off of his body, staining the bedclothes beneath him. It had been a long time since he had given Dean a slow, satisfying blowjob like this and he was loving every second of it, all the more because Dean was making these delightful sounds of pleasure, not even words, just noises that signified how good Sam was making him feel.
Eventually, paused midway down Dean's shaft, canting his head gently upwards. His tongue passed over Dean's thick head and circumcision scar, and as soon as he had Dean right on the edge of bliss, moved so that the end of Dean's cock brushed against the soft lining at the top of Sam's throat. At the contact, Dean's hips bucked forward, nearly causing Sam to gag, but he got Dean under control. Satisfied with the result that he got, he did it one, two, three, several more times before he felt Dean tugging at the hair on the back of his head. He sucked hard back up Dean's dick, his mouth coming off with a deliciously obscene pop, precum and saliva trailing from his lips as he smiled up at Dean.
"Fucking Christ Sammy what was that?" Dean was glistening with sweat and arousal.
Sam winked at him again and said "Just a little something I read about somewhere. I figured you would enjoy it." Sam continued to stroke Dean gently, eyes never leaving Dean's face. Sam was a vision of sex right now, a mixture of precum and whipped cream around his red, swollen lips, his tongue darting out discretely to lick the mixture from around his mouth, his eyes blown wide with lust.
"Goddamit Sammy you're fucking beautiful." Dean pulled Sam up by his shoulders and kissed him, hard. His tongue licked the area around Sam's mouth clean, the taste of himself and the whipped cream driving him wild. He pushed Sam back on the bed and looked into his eyes.
"You remember the other day when we were helping Bobby and I got hard?
"Sure do Dean." Sam's hands were running across Dean's chest.
"When you picked up your arm and I saw your armpit all sweaty... Sammy I got so fucking hard for you. Wanted to stick my face in it and lick you good." His face was just a couple of inches away from Sam's, and he could feel his hot breath across his face.
"Fucking do it Dean." Dean kissed Sam on the mouth, and then trailed down his neck, his shoulder and then he arrived at Sam's armpit. He started at Sam's tricep, kissing and sucking his way down the smooth, hard muscle. Sam turned his head and watched. He had never thought about Dean doing this to him, but he was suddenly very interested in finding out what it felt like.
It felt amazing.
He paused for just a moment, his eyes looking at the intimate space. Sam's hair there was relatively short, and there wasn't a lot – just enough to be seen and make Dean even harder. It reminded him of Sam's facial hair after a couple of days without shaving – sexy. Sam couldn't grow a beard, but his scruff was enough to drive Dean wild.
Dean licked his armpit the same way he ate out Sam's ass – licking, sucking, biting gently, and above all, expertly. Dean reached down and stroked Sam's cock as he applied his ministrations to the space underneath his arm. Sam groaned, low and loud, at the dual stimulation, his breathing getting heavier as Dean played him like a virtuoso. He had thought having Dean lick his pit would be ticklish, but it actually felt incredible. He writhed under his older brother like he would if Dean was tongue fucking him, and was making largely the same sounds as when that did happen. He made a note to himself to remind Dean to do this more often, and to try it on his older brother.
"Dean... that... so fucking good." Dean turned his head and asked "Yeah?" Sam nodded, his mouth hanging open and his eyes closed. Dean picked up another strawberry and the whipped cream, another idea coming to mind. Sam whimpered when he moved away from his now spit-slick armpit.
"Sammy I need for you spread your legs for me." Sam complied readily and tilted his hips upward, exposing his tight, pink hole to Dean. "Attaboy Sammy. Just like that." Dean kissed Sam's knee, reassuring him that Sam was in good hands. He squeezed the strawberry, the red sweetness of it dripping down to trail into the juncture of Sam's thighs. Dean shook the whip cream and held the nozzle down, spraying a ring of it around Sam's hole. Sam laughed, his legs jerking closed.
"What's so funny Sammy?" Dean put his hands on the insides of Sam's thighs,
Sam got a hold of himself and said "That really tickles." Sam, even in the middle of sex, could disarm Dean with how innocently he said stuff like that.
"Promise this won't Sammy." He plunged his face in between Sam's ass cheeks, licking around his hole, the whip cream and the taste of Sam coming together to form a heady mix on his tongue. The strawberry juice that was dripping down ran down Dean's nose and into his mouth, and he spread Sam open even more.
"Fucking love eating you out Sammy." Sam rocked his hips down, trying to fuck himself on Dean's tongue, seeking more of the contact. "That's it baby boy, ride my tongue. Wanna make you feel good." Dean stayed there until Sam was on the edge of orgasm, letting Sam ride his mouth until Dean's tongue started to ache from working Sam open.
He licked up Sam's perineum, briefly sucking on each of Sam's balls, and then backed off to admire Sam's cock. It was something that Dean never got tired of admiring and handling. It was long, with veins that stuck out everywhere. Dean swore there were more of them in Sam's dick than in the rest of his body. It was thick too, thick enough to where Dean felt like he was being split down the middle, but he loved it all the same. Sam's circumcision scar glowed like an iron after being in a hot forge when he was aroused, and right now it was bright red, contrasting with the deep purple that his helmet shaped head turned when Sam was hard.
"Dean..." Dean looked upwards, his eyes fixating on Sam's face. Dean came up and kissed Sam, slow and hot. Sam moaned as Dean pressed his ass against Sam's achingly hard member, conveying what he wanted.
He broke the kiss and held Sam's face in his hands. "Want you inside me baby boy. Want to feel every inch of that sexy porn star cock." Dean reached for the condoms on the bedside table, opening one and rolling it down Sam's length without moving from where he was straddling him. He opened the lube and poured some in his hand, wetting his entrance with it and then putting some on Sam.
"Want you inside me when I cum Sammy." Dean gave him another kiss and moved back to position himself over Sam. "Want you so fucking bad." He relaxed his body and then slid down onto Sam in one slow, hot motion. Sam practically sobbed as Dean sank all the way down to the base, fully sheathed inside his older brother.
Dean began to rock his hips, his pace agonizingly and deliberately lethargic. He wanted to feel Sam inside him for a good long time. He needed this, needed to touch and feel Sam as much as possible. It was all about Sam, and it always had been.
Sam's hands held onto Dean's hips, his eyes drifting over him as he watched Dean ride him. Sam got an idea, one that he was sure Dean would love.
"Dean... Dean stop for just a second."
"What's wrong Sammy?" Dean suddenly looked very concerned.
"Nothing Dean, promise. Just follow my lead." Sam sat up and put his arms around Dean's back, cock still buried inside him. "Put your legs around me babe." Dean's arms wrapped around Sam's waist, pulling them closer.
Sam swung his legs out over the edge of the bed and stood. He carried Dean and leaned them against the wall, hips gently pumping upward when he was sure they wouldn't topple over.
He looked into Dean's eyes and spoke. "My whole life Dean... you've carried me. Through trials..." He kissed Dean on the mouth, hard and hot. "Through tribulations" Another kiss. "And through experiences that would break men lesser than us." A sharp nip at Dean's throat. "But now Dean, I'm going to carry you."
Dean buried his head into Sam's neck as Sam fucked him against the wall. He knew Sam wasn't going to drop him, and never would. From this angle, Sam's cock was hitting all the sweet spots in Dean's ass, and his own dick throbbed each time Sam slid back in. Sweat ran down Sam's back from his efforts, making Dean's grip on him harder to maintain. But Sam's grip was iron tight, and Dean wasn't going anywhere.
He held him more tightly against the wall so that he could thrust even faster, Dean's moans becoming louder and louder. Dean wasn't lying when he said he wanted to make some noise, and he was certainly doing so now. But that's all it was, just sounds of pleasure and desire. The stream of dirty talk that Dean normally kept up during sex simply wasn't there, replaced by basic, primeval want.
Sam could feel his orgasm teasing at the back of his nerves, and by the way Dean's dick was throbbing he knew he wasn't far from it either. Getting Dean off at this angle wasn't going to be easy, he knew that much from experience.
"God Sammy..." Dean's head was tossed back, his tongue licking his lips as Sam's cock hit his prostate over and over again. He knew that it wasn't going to take much more to push him over the edge. All it took was looking at Sam's face and that was it. Dean came, hands free, cum spurting up between them, hitting them both in the chest. He shouted out Sam's name as his climax overpowered him, his body taught in Sam's arms. Sam came right behind him, the throbbing in Dean's lower body squeezing his cock even tighter, and Sam came so hard that he nearly dropped Dean, groaning into Dean's shoulder as his orgasm was ripped out of him.
They stood there like that for awhile, Dean's cum running off of them and dripping to the floor. Sam carried Dean back over to the bed, laying him down and pulling out of him as he did so. He tied up the condom, tossed it at the trashcan and laid down next to Dean. They both moved up to lay longways across the bed. Sam reached for the whipped cream, shaking the can to feel if there was any left.
He sprayed the remainder of it on Dean's torso, using his tongue to scoop it up along with the cum that was still on his older brother's body. He mixed it in his mouth, then hovered over Dean's face, letting the mix drip from his mouth into Dean's. They passed it back and forth between them until it was gone, dissolved into each other.
Sam settled in next to Dean and rested his head on his shoulder. "I think I have a new appreciation for strawberries."
Dean chuckled and pulled an arm tight around Sam's shoulders. "Sammy that was the best sex we've had in a really, really long time."
Sam looked up and smiled at Dean. "You really think so?"
Dean kissed him and said "Hell yeah Sammy. It's always good with you. But tonight... tonight was special." Dean moved so that he could run his fingers through Sam's hair. It was his favorite way to relax after sex. "The way you held me up Sam... that was wonderful."
Sam relaxed into Dean's touch, and nuzzled his nose against Dean's skin. "I've wanted to do that for awhile now. I love being close to you during sex Dean. That's the biggest turn on of all."
Dean smiled, happiness warming his body. "Sammy I love you. More than I could ever begin to tell you." Sam looked up at him and kissed Dean on the lips. "I love you too Dean. Always will."
"Promise Sammy?"
"Promise."
They laid there for awhile like that, comfortable in holding each other. Dean closed his eyes and rubbed Sam's head and ran his fingers through his hair, Sam snug against his body. He thought about what he had discussed with Castiel the night before, the ceremony that would join them together forever. He really wanted to tell Sam all about it, but he wanted it to be a surprise as well.
Sam could feel himself getting sleepy, but they were still very much sticky, and it was starting to make him uncomfortable. "Hey Dean?"
Dean's thoughts were momentarily forgotten. "Yeah baby boy?"
Sam smiled at the pet name. "I don't know about you, but I'd rather not go to bed feeling like an ice cream sundae. Want to come help me clean up?"
"Does cleaning up involve lots of kissing and touching?" Dean's look was mischevious.
"Until the water runs cold anyway."
"Lead the way Sammy."
. . .
Later that night, Castiel watched Sam and Dean as they slept in each other's arms. They had consummated their engagement, fulfilling the first part of the ritual that would bind them together in heavenly matrimony.
He silently chanted in Enochian, spreading his wings over them as he did so. He blessed this first part of their union, praying for them both. He finished, and with a ruffle of wings he was gone.
Upon his return to heaven, he knew that all would be well.