Storm's Last Season

Chapter 18 ~ Blue Skies And Golden Fields

The Final Chapter

I don't wanna sit here catching flies
Cause I have seen this house under pale blue skies
With golden fields that will burn your eyes
So let's take a drive underneath the sun

(Tell All Your Friends by Feeder)

previously on BruisedBloodyBroken:

"I ... we were laying here ... and ... suddenly ... he can't breathe.", Dean managed to say, as he backed off the bed and took a few steps back to let the arriving doctor and nurses do their work.

There was a hype of activity all of a sudden. The doctor yelled orders, was shouting something about a collapsing lung and to get a defibrillator ...

Dean staggered back until he found the windowsill in his back. He covered his mouth with one hand and held onto the sill with his other. He sucked in a shallow breath after another.

Then there was a nurse beside him, talking to him. But he didn't hear a single word ... all he could hear was Sam's voice in his head, his panicked eyes and the picture of his bluish lips ...

It was a warm July morning.

There was not a single cloud on the blue skies above the golden shining field. The grass and the weeds were still a bit chilly but comfortable in the already warming air.

Sam lay there, in the deep grass on a blanket, his eyes closed, a genuine smile on his lips. He felt the cool wind against his skin, heard the birds and rustling of grass nearby.

It felt nice to finally feel free. To know that there wouldn't be anyone who would try to harm him anymore.

Now … now he was truly happy. Right here. On this field. Under those skies.

It felt like he had all the time – all eternity now – to live.

He had sandwiches and apple juice int he basket beside him. There was also a bottle of beer and cheesecake and blueberry-pie.

He loved this. Loved this new life where he couldn't even be bothered by yelling or loud noises. He was truly free – finally. There was no pain … no harm.

A shadow shifted over his face.

Sam's eyes fluttered open and he tilted his head to the side, looking at the man who was looking down at him. His smile widened and he showed a bit of his teeth, deep dimples peppering all around his eyes and the corners of his lips.

„Hey.", Sam whispered, watching freckles, pouty lips and emerald-green circles.

„Hey there." The man kneeled down beside the omega and leaned over him, placing his flat palms to the right and left of Sam's head. „Nice place you found here ...", he said silently.

Sam's smile morphed into a grin. „You found me ..."

„I'm always gonna find you, baby boy ...", Dean said with love in his eyes and a warm smile. „No matter where you think you could hide … I'll be right behind you ..." When the last words were spoken, his lips were merely an inch away form Sam's.

„You're haunting me?", Sam's voice was lower, more sensual.

His alpha chuckled, tracing with his lips along Sam's, before he kissed him softly. Sam reached up and wrapped his long arms around Dean's middle, pulling him down a bit. The hunter shifted and crawled in between long legs, letting himself be pulled down so that he was laying on his mate, though keeping most of his weight off of him with his arms.

When their tongues met, it felt like fireworks in their bodies. All the love and want shown with nothing more than a kiss …

„YOU are haunting ME, baby.", Dean breathed when they parted. He laid a trail of peppered kisses along Sam's jaw line, neck and down towards his collarbone.

Sam's breath hiccupped, when Dean brushed with the tips of his fingers over the sensitive spot where the omega had been shot. It still seemed to kind of hurt, or trigger something inside of him. Though there was barely anything visible anymore.

„'m not ..." Sam sneaked with his hands in between the both of them and started to unbutton Dean's button-down shirt.

Between kisses and sweet caresses they shed their clothes under the warm summer-sun, surrounded by nothing else but nature.

Dean kneeled in between HIS omega's legs, nipping and brushing along his muscles, feeling them flex under tight golden skin. Feeling something, he had never thought he'd feel again – not ever since that night.

Sam had been ripped away from him a second time … He had been about to die all over again … and that just because of a tiny clot of blood that decided to wander into his lungs … Yeah Sam had been dying all over again and he wasn't able to do anything against it …

But now … NOW he was here. With the love of his life. With the mate he thought he'd never would want to have. With the one person he never expected to spend his whole life.

NOW he was about to make love to the one person he loved more than everything else in the entire world.

HIS omega. HIS Sam.

Dean sat up on his haunches, tracing with his fingertips along the omega's stomach-muscles, down to his navel and the small trail of curly dark hair towards his crotch.

This was heaven. HIS heaven. And nothing – life nor death was able to rip it away from him.

The alpha laid his hands on Sam's hips and scooped him up onto his lap. Sam whimpered, as he felt HIS alpha's manhood slip in between his buttocks. Dean groaned and leaned back a bit, taking in the sight before him.

Sam's gaze locked with his. Lust-blown darkened hazel-circles looked at him with want and love and adoration.

Dean gathered the man up in his arms, letting his member slip in-between slick buttocks. He laid one hand over the back of Sam's neck and slipped with his other one in between himself and Sam, tracing his fingertips past his nslld and perineum towards the offspring of wetness. He felt the slickness and muscles of Sam's entrance, teasing along his rim feather-lighty, making Sam make those tiny noises he loved so much.

Noises he thought he wouldn't hear ever again …

Sam wrapped his arms around the hunter's neck in an attempt to gain leverage. His whole body shuddered as the first digit entered him without resistence. There were goosebumps all over his skin, when Dean eased a second finger inside of him, scissoring and stretching him open while they kissed and suckled on each other's necks and shoulders.

When Dean added a third finger, Sam was already a groaning, whimpering mess of sensitive skin and nerves.

„I'm ready, Dean.", he whispered into his ear panting. „'m ready for you, hunter."

That was all Dean Winchester needed. Sam calling him hunter, with this breathless, low voice … holy shit, there was nothing more necessary to get him all bothered and hot and hard. The way Sam moved in his lap, his wetness slicking up Dean's rock-hard length … If it wasn't for the little of brain-activity he had left, he'd come right then.

With an aroused growl, Dean eased his fingers out of Sam and lined his member up against the tight entrance between his omega's cheeks. Before Dean could even think about pushing up into Sam, the omega was already sinking down on him, his eyes rolling back in the sockets, his mouth agape. Ever so slowly he took the alpha into him, feeling silken flesh filling him. And it felt like he was becoming whole again.

What came then could only be described as an act of deep abiding love between two beings. The air around them was palpable, filled with electricity. All flesh and lips and gasped moans answering each other's.

It was the first time ever since the hospital that they were together like this. Ever since Sam had jumped off the verge of death for a second time, that they were having each other that way.

Dean was gentle and careful, knowing that Sam was still hurting if he was overdoing things. He took exquisite care to hold onto the omega's hips, helping him with every up and down so that he wouldn't do all the work on his own.

When they came it was like they were promising each other to stay together until the end of time, until the end of everything. When Dean's knot swell deep inside his mate he knew that this was right, that he didn't want to be anywhere but here. With Sam.

Their bodies were cooling down in the warm summer-breeze. Sam sat heavily panting in the hunter's lap, slumped against him. Dean was running his fingers up and down Sam's back.

„Now I'd be hungry.", The hunter muttered tiredly.

Sam groaned and nudged him in the side.

His alpha chuckled. „First we should get dressed … in case someone's comin' along."

Sam groaned again and shook his head. „No one's comin'. This is ours ..."

„It wasn't ours last week, baby. - Bobby or Sonny could decide to take the short way to the garage ...", there was honest concern in his voice.

Sam buried his face in his mate's shoulder and hummed sated. „Fine … just five more minutes ..."

Dean nuzzled into Sam's neck and nodded.

Out of five minutes became close to thirty … of snuggling and laying together when they were already parted and all naked.

Later they got dressed and when Dean went for the basket with the sandwiches and water, Sam stopped him with a gentle grip on his wrist and a tender kiss. „Whait.", he whispered. „Got something for you."

Sam smiled at the hunter brightly. He then reached for the basket and pulled a rolled sheet of paper with a black ribbon out. „That's for you … I've made it some time ago …" He bit down on his lower lip, watching Dean watching him.

If he wasn't completely wrong he saw the hunter blush – just – a little bit.

Dean blinked at him and then at the roll. „For me?"

Sam nodded with a wide smile.

The alpha stripped the ribbon from the roll and enrolled it carefully. His eyes widened in surprise and awe as his look fell on a sketch, drawn with a pencil and black crayon …

There were him and Sam on the hood of his Impala, watching the stars in the night sky.

„I'd like to do that again, you know? Just not on the salvage ..." Sam spoke a bit hesitantly. „... I'd like to do that after the first we hunt together. - And maybe ..." He pursed his lips and looked everywhere but Dean. „Maybe we could have sex too then … there … on the car ..." Sam was blushing furiously, his whole face a dark red.

Dean burst out laughing and then it subsided suddenly and he was all over his omega, kissing him into oblivion relentlessly.

„Is that a yes?", Sam panted when they parted.

„Hell yeah that's a yes." And Dean sealed his lips once more over HIS omega's. And all he could think of was: Let the journey begin.

~ The End ~

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