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Chapter 12

Sam smiled when Dean's hand came to rest over his. He knew it was wrong to desire Dean the way he did but he didn't care anymore. He had fought these feelings at first, when Dean had been brought back by Castiel, but it had gotten harder and harder to fight his desire and need. Ruby and then Harry had helped dull it but it was always there. Of course Harry had picked up on it and instead of being disgusted and actually accepted it and even encouraged him, not something he expected from someone with angelic blood. Then again they both had demon in them, maybe that was where his feelings and Harry's acceptance of them came from? What did it matter? Dean was theirs now. He shifted closer and kissed the side of Dean's throat teasingly. As if sensing his thoughts Harry pressed closer to Dean and then claimed his lips in a slow, teasing kiss.

Dean found himself relaxing between them, lips parting to give Hariel access when he sought it. He couldn't fight what was happening even if he wanted to, dark instinct that he had buried deep and ignored ever since being rescued from hell had taken over and demanded he submit to them. Those instincts had kept him sane in hell, had made him Alistair's favourite but he hadn't wanted them once free. Something had freed them and brought them to the front of his mind and he was unable to push them back again. He moved his hips, rubbing himself against Hariel needily. He whined as the lips on his pulled back, wanting more.

The whine that came from Dean went straight to Sam's libido and he pulled the older male even closer to him, hands stroking under Dean's shirt, needing to feel his skin. He nipped at the back of Dean's neck and the hunter gasped in pleasure, head falling forward to give him better access. Sam nibbled and nipped at the warm, soft skin, enjoying the sounds Dean made in response, the way he pressed back against him.

Harry watched and smiled as Dean gave in to their ministrations. He felt the shift at the hunter surrendered to instinct and while it was a little strange it was something that could be considered later, when they weren't so busy. A little bit of power and their sleep clothes vanished, making it much better as skin pressed against skin. Dean was putty in their hands as he moaned and writhed between them. He looked good with his skin flushed, gasping for air, eyes glassy and hair darkened by sweat. He glanced at Sam over Dean's shoulder, taking in the darkened eyes and look of pleasure, okay they both looked really good like this. Knowing what Sam wanted all it took was a little bit of power to ease his way and Dean moaned, eyes rolling back from the sensations. Harry gently took hold of Dean and began stroking him in time with Sam's thrusts. It didn't take long until Dean all but screamed in pleasure before going limp between them, panting heavily. Harry kissed him gently and then cleaned them all up with a thought. Dean didn't move, too tired, even as he stared at harry through heavily lidded eyes. "Go to sleep Dean, we're here." He soothed and Dean's eyes slid shut.

"That was….next time you can take him." Sam told him, cheeks still flushed.

Harry chuckled but then moved so that he could pull Sam into his arms. "Who said we're finished?" he asked before kissing him and Sam eagerly responded. A little bit of blood and Sam was ready for round two.

Michael moved to Castiel's side in concern. "Are you injured?" he took in the other's rather dishevelled state.

"No sir." Just to be safe Michael sent a little healing Grace his way and Castiel ducked his head. "I felt something…strange coming from Dean and do not understand it."

Michael frowned and closed his eyes, searching the brothers out, finding them with Hariel. It didn't take much to work out what they had done. He was unsure how he felt about that, the protective side of him wanted to smite the Winchester's for daring to touch his fledgling but Hariel wasn't his and was fully grown, technically. He also worried for Hariel's emotional state, eventually the Winchester's would die after all. "There is nothing wrong, they are safe with Hariel. Come, you should rest."

TBC…

Short I know but it seemed to fit just being this in the chapter.