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Chapter 11

Sam kissed Dean softly, feeling him stiffen but he stayed where he was. Harry wouldn't have told him to continue if this was going to end too badly. His hand moved to the nape of Dean's neck, gently stroking the skin and he felt Dean slowly relax so he kept kissing him, pressing his body against Dean's. Dean moaned and his hands came up to hold Sam's hips, keeping him there. Sam pulled back to breath and Dean gasped for air, eyes wide. Sam smiled at him and then took his hands, gently tugging him towards the bed. Sam spun them so Dean was the one closest to the bed and then pushed him down onto the mattress. "Sam…." Dean stared at him in confusion, lust and yes some fear. He nearly jumped out of his skin when Harry sat on the bed.

"Relax Dean." The young hybrid soothed, reaching out to gently stroke Dean's hair. Dean looked between them and then gasped as Sam straddled him before leaning in to kiss him again. Dean kissed back, still able to feel Hariel's hand in his hair. He was so confused, this was wrong but it felt so good. What Sam was doing shouldn't feel so good, they were brothers! And Hariel, Harry, whatever his name was…..he was an angel! They weren't meant to do this stuff! "Shh, stop thinking so hard." He heard before different lips were on his. Hariel was kissing him! He felt Sam's weight shift, lifting off him to rest at his side, an arm around his waist and then Hariel was settling in on his other side. He shivered as power washed over them and suddenly they were all dressed for bed and under the covers. Sam gently stroked a hand across Dean's side.

"It's okay Dean, just sleep now." Sam whispered, nuzzling into his neck. Dean shivered and Harry smiled at him.

"Sam's right Dean, just sleep. We can talk in the morning." The hybrid murmured and Dean made himself relax between them. He could feel Sam relaxing further until his little brother was asleep and the sound of his steady breathing soon lulled Dean to sleep as well.

Hariel watched them sleep, times like this he missed the ability to truly sleep. Stupid messed up biology. They both looked so peaceful and young as they slept, not at all like the hardened hunters they had to be during the day. Their lives were no fairer than his had been when he was human. He wished he could change it but there was nothing he could do but try and keep them safe. He had his suspicions over what the others had planned for these two, Michael did as well or he wouldn't have sent him to help the brothers. Dean shifted in his sleep and he gently soothed him with his Grace, careful not to let anything demonic touch either mortal. Both had been too badly hurt by that side of his heritage for Harry to ever want to risk hurting them further. He could feel how close Dean had been to turning despite the fact he'd been in hell for less than a century. It was rather concerning to be able to see the damage done to Dean's soul. Castiel had obviously patched up what he could but Dean's soul was permanently mutilated. Other Angels would have issues with that but to Hariel he was still beautiful, maybe because he was part demon himself? Sam was different to Dean, his soul was whole but it was….darker than a normal humans. Probably due to all the demon blood in him, thankfully the angelic qualities of his blood weren't doing any damage. Trying Sam on his blood had been a risk but it was easier to get and watching Sam drink form him was erotic. He know understood how people could get addicted to letting vampires feed off them. Sam and Dean were both beautiful to him and he was demon enough to be possessive in his wanting them. Dean because he would make Sam happy and Sam because he wanted the hunter more than he had ever wanted anyone.

He sat up in alarm several hours later and frowned before making sure the two would stay asleep and dressing with a thought. Something was very wrong, Castiel was in trouble. He hid himself from sight and then vanished. He found the other angel fighting for his life against a large group of demons. Not in the mood for a real fight he simply unleashed his Grace. Castiel slumped in exhausted relief and Hariel put a hand on his shoulder, gently giving him some much needed energy. "Are you injured?"

"No sir."

"Why are you alone?"

"I was tracking a single demon and was unaware there would be so many."

"Next time call for help. I wouldn't be the only one upset if you died Castiel." With that he returned to the motel and re-joined the brothers in bed.

Dean woke slowly, he felt warm and totally safe for the first time since his Mom died. He didn't want to wake up. He could feel an arm around his waist and shifted back slightly before freezing as he came in contact with firm muscle and not the curves he expected. Green eyes snapped open in shock and he found himself staring into another pair of green eyes….Hariel. Which meant the body holding him was Sam. Dean swallowed and the angel smiled softly. "Sleep well?" he asked softly and Dean nodded, honestly he hadn't slept like that since….well since before the demon came. The angel just grinned as if he knew what Dean was thinking and maybe he did. Dean started slightly as a warm hand stroked his face. "Why do you fight against any chance to happiness?" Dean shuddered and looked away but Hariel pressed closer to him. "Oh Dean." Soft lips pressed against his briefly. "It's alright to be happy."

"You…you don't know what I…"

"In hell? I don't have to. I know enough of that place. I also know why you were there. You are good person Dean."

Sam shifted behind him, kissing the back of Dean's neck. "He's right Dean. Don't push us away unless you really feel nothing." He pleaded softly. Dean closed his eyes and then ever so slowly his hand moved to rest over the one Sam had around his waist and Sam smiled.

TBC….