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Chapter 13

Dean woke slowly, feeling totally calm and warm. There were arms around him, holding him close and he could feel the power surrounding him, it made him feel safe. For the first time since he had been brought back to like he felt…. whole. Their power made him feel safe, made him want to give himself to them, let them do with him as they pleased and he knew that before he would have been horrified buy those feelings but now it felt right. He felt a hand move to stroke his face and leant into the touch, eyes finally opening to stare into emerald. Hariel the angel and yet he could feel the dark power inside him as well as the light and it called so sweetly to him.

"Morning Dean." The angel whispered and Dean sighed, leaning further into his touch. "How do you feel?"

"Whole." He murmured and Hariel smiled before leaning in to kiss him and Dean practically purred in pleasure.

He knew Dean was telling the truth, he could feel and see how Dean's soul had fused together, whole but different to a human, hell had changed him and now he would have to accept those changes and live with them rather than ignore it. So far though that seemed to be going well. Dean whined slightly when he broke the kiss and Harry chuckled softly. It wasn't his imagination, Dean's eyes were darker than before, reflecting the changes to his soul. How would those changes affect his personality out of bed? Would he still want to fight for humanity? He ran a hand down Dean's side and felt him shiver at the touch, obviously enjoying it.

"Please." Dean whispered, his touch felt so good.

"Please what Dean?" Harry asked even though he could guess. He didn't want to push the hunter into doing something he didn't want to.

"Want you, please."

"Roll over." Harry said after kissing him and Dean rolled to face the still sleeping Sam. To him Sam looked as much an angel as Hariel in his sleep. But soon all thoughts were driven from his mind as Hariel touched and caressed his body before carefully entering him. Noises spilled from his lips and he couldn't stop them even as Sam shifted and then woke to see them.

Sam opened his eyes to find Dean facing him, gasping and moaning in pleasure as Harry moved inside of him. "Starting without me?" He asked even as he moved closer and claimed Dean's lips. He was surprised to find Dean so…. submissive in bed but he couldn't hide the fact he liked it. He could feel that something inside the older man had shifted since the night before but he didn't question it as he worked to bring them both pleasure. When Dean bared his throat Sam couldn't help himself, sinking his teeth into vulnerable flesh and Dean cried out in ecstasy before slumping between them. Sam lapped the blood from the bite and then licked his lips, tasting Dean's blood…. blood that tasted vaguely familiar. It wasn't like Ruby's but there was something slightly similar. Harry thrust several more times into Dean's body before going still, cradling Dean's panting form tenderly. Sam stared into pleasure glazed eyes and realised Dean's eyes were a darker shade of green than he remembered. A wave of Harry's hand and they were cleaned up which was handy. "Harry?"

"Yeah Sam?"

"What's happening to him?"

Harry sat up and ran his fingers through damp blonde hair. "Dean broke Sam and while Castiel did his best you can't heal that damage, it's the start of turning into a demon. Dean's very soul was damaged and when he was brought back he fought back the changes hell had made, in a way breaking his soul further. He wanted so much to have not changed. But now he can't fight it any longer. His soul his whole but different to before he died. He's not a demon Sam but he will be different."

"Just like I'm different because of the blood."

Harry nodded and leant over Dean to kiss him softly. "You've both been tainted by hell but you are also both still human, though…." Harry stared at Sam and chuckled. "Oops."

"Oops what?" Sam sat up in alarm.

"Well it seems I may have let a little Grace out with my blood Sam. You've got human, demon and now a little angel in you. It's not enough to give you any angelic abilities but it has balanced you out more." He chuckled. "Dean's closer to a demon than you are and I am more angel than demon but you are the middle ground with all three." Dean stirred in his arms and then looked up at, looking deliciously sleepy. "Hey there." He greeted the now fully conscious hunter.

"Hey." Dean answered and then looked at Sam. "You okay?" He asked, seeing the confusion on Sam's face but then Sam smiled and nodded.

"Everything's fine Dean. How do you feel?"

"Really good." He grinned and Sam laughed.

"Good. Not sore or anything?"

"Just hungry." He admitted and then Hariel kissed him and he eagerly accepted it.

Harry pulled back and smiled. "I'll go get food. Back in a bit." Clothes appeared on him and then he vanished, leaving the two alone for the first time since their relationship had changed.

Dean cautiously shifted so that his head was in Sam's lap and Sam was surprised but then he reached down to gently stroke his hair. "Are you really okay Dean?"

"Yeah." Dean nuzzled at him, feeling utterly relaxed from the petting. "Feel good…. whole…. safe." He mumbled. Sam smiled softly and closed his eyes. He focused and then he could feel it, he could feel Dean, feel the darkness in him and it was…intoxicating. He pulled back and opened his eyes to find Dean staring up at him in awe. "Felt you, so powerful." He whispered.

"No I'm not."

Dean shook his head; Sam never saw the truth when it came to himself. "You are, there's so much power here." He put his hand over Sam's heart, feeling it pounding beneath his hand. He did this to Sam, made his heart pound and blood rush and it felt good knowing he could affect someone so powerful. He grinned up at Sam, amusement in dark green eyes and Sam's cheeks reddened slightly.

Dean…do you know what's happened to you?"

"Don't care, it feels right, good." He really didn't care. He was what he was meant to be, he was theirs. He understood now that he had spent his life fighting against what was meant to be, he was meant to belong to someone, not be the powerful one. It felt so good to just let go and be cared for and he would do anything for them. He would kill anyone or thing that threatened them.

"Okay." Sam let it go, not wanting to upset Dean. Harry reappeared and they settled in to eat, Harry having fun feeding both of them. Once the food was gone they settled in together, Dean still lying between them even as he began nuzzling and sniffing at Harry's wrist. Out of curiosity Harry cut himself and then watched as Dean latched on, suckling like a baby from the wound. Sam watched in shock and licked his own lips, unable to look away from them. He reached out to stroke Dean's back as he drank from Harry and then looked at the hybrid. "Harry?'

He shrugged. "It's not hurting him." Dean finally let go when the wound stopped bleeding, licking the blood from his lips before curling against Harry and falling asleep. Harry felt the small shift in Dean's soul as it darkened further. That was interesting.

TBC….