(Dante Calls)
(Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural and its characters but I do own Dante Finch, so hands off ladies, lol. I do like to borrow the boys sometimes, they got style, flare, and oh, yeah, are drop-dead sexy.)
Plot: Dante is on a hunt and needs some help. He calls the boys to help. What could be so bad he can't handle it himself?
Warnings: Graphic sexual Wincest, explicit language, and schmoop !
Read on if you like this type of thing.
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Dean's phone rang as they were driving. Dean answered and grinned, nudging Sam and pulling over to the side to talk, putting the phone onto speaker.
"It's me, Dante." Dante said over the phone's speaker.
"Well, Cuz, what's up? You need some help?" Dean asked, ready to help if asked.
"Nah, just wanted to tell you to get here to put the protection spell on the Impala like we talked about when you were here before. Magda is going to be in town day after tomorrow and said she would do it then. It's the only time I could book her for it, so you need to get here if you still want it done." Dante said. "I have a hunt tonight so get here asap. I need to ask a favor."
"What are you hunting? Do you need some help?" Sam asked concerned but not overly so. Dante was a Pheonix and could handle most hunts on his own but it never hurt to have backup.
"A succubus. I should be able to attract her, at least I think it's a her, could be a he, all the victims were men so it could swing either way. Appears the venom was spread through touch. The coroner found a rash on their bodies at one small point, I figured that's where the venom was passed to them. If I'm wrong, I really may need your help. If more turn up." Dante sighed, "I think there is one but there are so many deaths to sort through here in town, it's a large city. Too many deaths to tell for sure how many victims there have been so far, and I don't have the privilege of taking my time, this thing is racking up quite a body count already, it's been two days and there have been six men dead, and three women. The women were the men's wives. He hadn't even got to the obits on the kids yet. He might need help with that. "I could use help with the research. Bobby is at Ellen's helping Ash with something. You do know they're dating now, him and Ellen, right?"
"No, he didn't mention that." Dean grinned, good for them!
"Been seeing each other for a couple months now, getting pretty serious too. She's talking about moving in but so far he's been finding any excuse to be over at the roadhouse he can." Dante chuckled at that. "Seriously, the case is worrying me, I could really use some help sorting through this crap to find more victims. I can't help feeling like I'm missing something." Dante sighed in frustration, "You know what happens when a hunter misses something like this, it don't end well."
"Yeah, we know." Dean sighed too. When a hunter misses something this vital to a case, it means more deaths and more victims get taken when they fail or the hunter could be killed. Either way, he needed their help. "Sure thing, Cuz. We're not far away now. You were lucky to catch us. We were headed the other way."
"Good, I'll make you up a room. You hungry?" Dante molded the loose burger meat into a large patty, and sat it on the plate in front of him. It was a rather big pile of loose burger meat to get through and he still had potatoes to cut. He eyed them thinking, how am I going to cut them, sliced, diced, chopped, wedges? Maybe large wedges, Dean would like that best. Dante grinned fondly into the phone, he had missed them and looked forward to see them again. It would be nice if it didn't always take a hunt for his family to visit, it was a shame it took that. Maybe they could take a trip together, just for fun or something, when the shit wasn't hitting the fan? He could care less about their sexuality, it was just having a chance to talk, drink, and spend time with his family he missed most and those boys were all that were left of his family, besides Bobby and Claire. He craved his family more lately, needed it, and really wanted to help them to be closer. He had a thought.
"Dean, you guys live out of that car, right?" Dante asked happy now.
"Yeah? Why?" The boys exchanged a look, shrugged.
"I own the building next door, it's not blessed yet but I will get it done when Magda does the car. Would you consider taking a loft there, free of charge, maybe help me manage the building in between hunts, keep an eye out for it. I would really like having some family closer. I only have you guys,
Bobby, and my cousin, Claire. I would really like it if you would consider making you home base here." Dante grinned knowing just which loft he was giving them. It was the one that matched his, he had set up two of them in the other building but had never rented them out. Now he knew what to use them for.
"Really? You want us there? For good, like a permanent place, a home base, like you have? You sure?" Sam felt happy, glad to be wanted and glad to have the chance at a real home. He sagged a little, it was something they would have to discuss first though. He looked at Dean, knowing his desire for what Dante offered was in his eyes but also the need to talk it over with his lover.
"Yeah, Dante? You want this? We will be closer, and that will draw more threats to you. We attract trouble, it's the Winchester curse of sorts." Dean asked, knowing almost everyone they got close to died. Dante nodded into the phone silently, he had the same hunter curse. It wasn't just a Winchester curse.
"Yeah, my family has the same curse. It's not just a Winchester thing. If that's the only reason for you to say no to my offer then you will have to try harder to come up with one, it's so not good enough." Dante smirked.
"Well, we'll discuss it. We really will. We'd love to just say yes but well, it is a big decision and Sam and I, well, we need to make sure. By the way, we would love to eat there. We are so tired of diner food!" Dean said, knowing they would probably agree but needing to talk about it with Sam first. Sam moved closer to Dean, touching his hair, fingers playing with it.
"Yeah, I'm with Dean on this. I'm starved." Sam said and felt Dean kissing his neck, making him arch into the kisses and moan loudly. He hadn't been laid or touched in over 24 hours and he was so horny it wasn't funny. Dean chuckled seductively and nipped his sweet spot behind his ear hard, and sucked, leaving a dark red mark that looked like it should be bleeding. He sat back and admired his mark, and lightly kissed and licked his tongue roughly against it, blowing across his ear in the process, making Sam give the most porn worthy moan he had ever heard come from his lover and making him instantly hard in the process, to the point of painfulness, making himself moan as well as the jean material scratched against the soft skin.
"Stop whatever you two are doing or else! I don't need to hear those sounds from you two right now. They're…disturbing, to say the least." Dante sighed as Sam now moaned again as Dean's hand unbuttoned his pants and released the pressure on Sam's rapidly hardening member, and gave it a firm squeeze and a smooth upward stroke.
"Or else what? Because we are rather interested in our sounds at the moment, aren't we, Sammy?" He gave it another hard pull and a small twist at the head. "Yesssss…!" Sam hissed, a moan dying as he bit it back, trying to be quiet or Dean might stop, he didn't want that.
"I will burn your burgers, Dean, Charcoal being the key word here." Dante sighed as Sam moaned again but softer now.
"Potatoes?" Dean said carefully removing his hand from Sam but winking lecherously, his gaze eying Sam's hard throbbing member lustfully. Sam looked disappointed at first but gradually nodded at the phone, managing to look a little less disappointed but now he looked more sexually frustrated and pressed his palm onto himself and stroked a little, releasing some pressure and hiding a moan. Dean couldn't take his eyes off of what Sam was doing however and cleared his throat, trying for a normal tone of voice and succeeding.
"Yep, large homecut wedges." Dante teased and saw Claire approaching. He handed her the knife and muttered, "Large home cut wedges, please." His eyes flicked to the potatoes and she nodded.
"Okay, I'll stop, for now. Give us a couple hours, we should be there by then." Sam was stroking faster now and he was breathing harder, his eyes on Dean and getting more turned on by what he saw there on his face. Dean's mouth formed an 'oh' and his tongue shot out as Sam got close to his orgasm, wanting to help, wanting to take part in the pleasure he was feeling. He moved a hand to Sam's lap, forcing him to stop and took over, going slower and letting an idea form in his mind, seeing Sam writhe making him want to see Sam under him, doing the same thing for him, because of what he was doing not what Sam was doing to himself. Sam moaned loudly and the burger in Dante's hand caught fire and was charcoal in a second. Dante groaned and tossed it in the sink, sneaking a look at Claire who had her head stuck in the fridge searching for a soda and gave a relieved sigh. He quickly pulled out some loose burger meat and shaped it into a patty, pretending he had been working on it the whole time. He made his way over to the sink and grabbed the burned burger and hid it before Claire could see it, He dumped it into the trash before she saw it.
He then went back to making patties and said, "Dean…" Dean put a finger to his lips, pointed to the phone, and kept stroking Sam slowly and Sam nodded at the silencing motion, making this moan soundless but his body arched into the strokes, silent pants escaping him, his head shooting back, eyes clenching shut. Sam's hand shot over to Dean's lap and freed his hard member and squeezed it painfully hard, knowing that Dean liked that a little too, he was not adverse to a little rough sex occasionally and now was no exception, his body arching into the hard painful squeeze, the pain making him wanting to shout in pleasure. He managed to squeeze it down to a gasp and said, voice hoarse with tightly controlled desire, "See you soon, Dante. I have to go…" and hung up quickly, right before Sam came shouting his name and dove for Dean's throbbing member, his mouth taking him in fully, sucking hard, raking him with his teeth, enough to hurt a little but not really do any harm. Dean's body writhed under that little pain, pressure, and hard sucking motion. Sam knew he was close and smiled. He gave him a hard twist and light bite at just below the head and Dean came with a scream, a scream that was Sam's name repeated over and over until he was done and Sam sat up, smiling seductively and not nearly done with his handsome brother. Sam grinned and pointed at his now rehardened member, Dean's pleasure recharging him and making him ready again. Sam pointed at his lap and Dean chuckled hoarsely again at the sight of him that way, desire burning for him once more, hotter than before.
It had been 24 hours after all and they had needs, boy did they ever!
Dean pulled the Impala into a more secluded spot and got out, pulling his pants and boots off, removing his boxers. Sam followed behind him and did the same. Dean leaned against the side of the car suggestively and gave Sam the look, the one that said 'Come here, I want you now!' Sam obeyed that look and Dean pulled him tightly against him, their groins touching.
They rubbed hard into each other, and kissed roughly with barely controlled passion, both trying to make it last longer and not able to get nearly enough pleasure from each other at the same time, balancing on the fine line between the two, such excruciating ecstasy coming from it as a result. Dean grabbed Sam by the hip and flipped him roughly over, his brother's lean muscular back pressed hard into Dean's bulky muscular chest and body, rubbing his hard member into Sam's crack, against his entrance, creating the delicious friction he knew Sam loved so much. Both men moaned in their desire for a more complete union of their bodies. Sam suddenly groaned and pulled Dean under him instead, taking charge, wanting to dominate instead, Top to Dean's bottom. They both liked to take turns being both, and enjoyed them both immensely. Only for each other, only for their pleasure, none others.
Dean moaned as Sam rubbed into him but not entering, getting more frustrated in his driving need to be taken that way, to be taken by Sam, claimed the only way Sam could claim him. "Sam, Sammy! I need you, please, inside me, please, inside me, I need you Sammy, pleassseee!"Dean ground himself hard against Sam now, painfully hard, bruising himself but not caring. Sam gasped at this and Dean reached into the door impatiently grabbing the lube hidden there and pushing it hard into Sam's hand, and moaned, begging again and not caring how it sounded. Sam was taking way too long!
Sam laughed at his brother's behavior and had to admit he really liked it when he got this way, so out of control and wild with desire. His brother always thought too much and had too much control over himself normally so this was a side of him that Sam cherished, and craved at times. At the moment, however, Sam was too distracted with desire to fully formulate these thoughts, need taking him over once the lube was pressed into his hand. He quickly used it on himself and then Dean, taking the time to prep him with two fingers but unable to fight the desire to take him long enough for another one, not fully prepping him, and knowing Dean wouldn't mind the little bit of pain, knowing that pain would give him just that much more pleasure, his pain and pleasure centers mixing together and confusing his senses, making the sex that much more intense.
He pushed himself deep into Dean, to the end of him, thrusting hard and hitting his prostate on the first thrust. Dean immediately moved himself up and down hard and fast onto Sam, fucking himself harder to increase the pain and increase the pleasure all at the same time. Sam caught his rhythm and took the hint, fucking him hard and fast, taking his pleasure and giving it to Dean, Dean taking his pleasure and giving it to Sam with each other's thrusts and shouts of ecstasy as they moaned and cried out their release, Sam grabbing Dean's member and gripping it hard once again and stroking it fast, in time with his thrusts, both men crying out their releases and their releases echoing back to them, reminding them of what they had just experienced.
They collapsed against each other, feeling boneless and spent, barely able to move but knowing they needed to soon but not caring, just enjoying the burning and tingling that resulted when they did it this way, not making love but violent taking and claiming without gentleness and the usual care they took with each other, just another form their desires took from time to time.
Once their bodies recovered and they were able to function again, Sam recovering faster that Dean, using pain with the sex always wiped Dean out this way but damn it wasn't worth it! Sam pulled a shirt from the backseat and used it to clean them both off, kissing Dean softly and holding him close, savoring the love he felt for him and knowing he felt the same. Dean kissed him gently back and let his fingers stroke his brother's face, lips, and hair, smiling and sated finally. "That was amazing,
Baby, so amazing."
"You always say that, baby. Every time we do it this way." Sam kissed him lightly anyway, glowing from the compliment, seeing it for what it was, Dean's praise and expression of love for him. "And I mean every time."
"Every time with you gets more amazing, Sammy. You know that." Dean laughed at the blush that crept into Sam's face. "I love you, Sammy, so much."
"You're amazing, too. Dean. I love you so much, so much. Never going to let you go." Sam swore, kissing him again, pouring his love into him, letting him feel it.
"Never letting you go either, Sammy. Never again, never." Dean swore, eyes hard. Nothing was separating them again.
"I know, Dean, I know." Sam sighed happily into Dean's lips and let him go, eyes shining with hope and love for Dean, only for Dean. They stayed that way for a while, holding each other until Dean pulled away a little and looked into Sam's eyes again.
"Marry me, baby. Please?" Dean asked. His love for Sam in his face, etched in like a sculptor carves into marble.
"I would if I could." Sam sighed again, knowing it hurt they couldn't.
"Yes, we can." Dean held out a box and Sam's heart stopped, eyes looking form the box to Dean, eyes shining with tears, hoping what was in the box was what he hoped was in the box. He took it and opened it. Two small gold bands, thick and shiny, gold versions of Dean's silver ring were shining up at him. "In our hearts, we can marry each other, if only in our hearts, right here and now. To hell with what the world says. All I want is you, forever and ever. Marry me, Sammy."
Sam nodded, happy beyond words. Dean took out the ring that looked like it fit Sam and slid it onto 's Sam's finger. "I will, right now, marry you, Baby, I will be yours forever and always." Sam said hoarsely, voice aching with love. Sam took out the ring that fit Dean and slid it on Dean's finger, eyes shining with love and promises of eternity together. "I will marry you, too, Sammy, always yours, forever yours. I belong with you, you belong with me. Nothing else matters, nothing else can touch that." Dean vowed, eyes linked with Sam's, their vows tying them together and making them one. His soul reached out to Sam's, he could feel its tendrils searching for its mates. Those tendrils found Sam's, his reaching out as well. The two soul now felt inter twined, joined, merged, and it felt like the most right thing in the universe to them.
"Forever." They sighed together and smiled happily, the rings joining them, uniting them in a way their words could only dream of doing.
Sam pulled the keys from Dean's pocket and smiled. Dean nodded and palmed the empty box, tossing it into the lake nearby. They both laughed at it made a splash near the middle. Dean went to the passenger side and Sam got in the driver's side. They left the music off and held hands the rest of the way, Sam pulling Dean into his side since for some reason, he felt Dean was too far away at the moment. He needed him where he was now, touching and connected to him, the way their souls now felt.
"Dean?" Sam murmured as he drove, they had only ten minutes from Dante's place to begin with.
"Yeah?" Dean looked up smiling contendedly.
"I want that loft Dante is offering, a home for us, finally." Sam said smiling, knowing he needed this, they needed this. They may keep hunting, probably would until they got old but now they needed a home to call their own, to make their own paradise, if only for what time they had left before something ganked them before they ganked it.
"Then we'll say yes to his offer, baby, a home of our own sounds nice." Dean sighed and cuddled in, knowing they would be happy there, with each other, with their family close by. Dean also figured he would wheedle a job at the bar next door from his cousin. He had always wanted to work in one. Sam could manage the building; he was always responsible that way.
"Dean?" Sam had a thought, a sexy and utterly irresistible thought. Dean saw it and even though his body was too tired to respond, didn't mean his pulse didn't speed up at the look in his lover's eyes.
"Yeah, Sammy?" Dean couldn't look away from Sam's eyes, didn't want to try, they pulled him in and he wanted them to.
"Tonight, you top me and, yes, it's your turn to go down on me." Sam leered then grinned as Dean smiled widely, happy to comply with the order…later, of course.
"Oh, Sammy, you say the sweetest things." Dean chuckled, pulling Sam's hand into his heart and holding it there. "Mine, all mine. My husband, my forever."
Sam kissed his head and smiled, stopping the car in the alley by the bar. "Mine, all mine. My husband, my forever."
They kissed hard, sealing the deal. They may be too sated for sex but showing their love with kisses and touches? That had always been the best part for them anyway.
They drove to the garage door and honked, the door opening quickly and they pulled in. They parked and locked the car, both stroking the car they had called home for so long, knowing she would always be home to them in their hearts but also knowing they had another home now, one they could be happy in as well. They swore in their hearts to always love her more than any other home they may have, since that would always be the truth, at least as far as they were concerned.
They laughed at the time and grinned. They had made it in exactly two hours. Dante would be pleased.
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Ah, so sweet, the boys are so happy.
Now we know that won't last.
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