WARNING: this chapter contains EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT between two men (known as SAM & DEAN). So you've been warned!

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Of Werewolves And Humans

Chapter 23 ~ Mine's The Sun, The Moon And The Stars

THEN:

Sam kissed him back, feeling the heat radiating from the wolfman's body. „You're gonna show me?", he asked hesitantly, biting his lower lip – so close to Dean's, „Tonight?"

Dean suppressed an aroused snarl. „If you want me to ..."

Once more, the human brushed with his lips over Dean's, seeking the warmth of his mouth, the tender flesh of his tongue, saying Yes.

NOW:

Sam sucked the barbecue-sauce from his fingers and licked with his tongue over his open palm, gathering the rest of it.

Dean stared at him, his gaze following the human's every move. Sam had to do that on purpose. He had to. There was no way he did that unconsciously, even he made it look that way. Sam's focus was all on the food and specially on the sauce ...

The wolfman shoved another big chunk of meat into his mouth while he stared, listening to the suspicious sounds Sam made beside him as he chewed on the meaty part of the chicken wing in his fingers.

While the others at the table didn't seem to notice Sam's way to eat … Dean did. His look following every swipe of his mate's tongue when it darted out in between his lips to lick some of the sauce into his mouth.

The human dipped the wing into the dark-brown-red sauce again, licking it from the wing before he actually took another bite, stuffing a fork full of green salad into his mouth afterwards.

No need to explain what Dean would do with a jar of barbecue-sauce and Sam … alone … right fucking now ...

He forked up another piece of medium-grilled steak and dipped it in Sam's sauce.

Sam followed the piece of meat on the fork with his gaze, that just had been put through HIS sauce, and landed in Dean's mouth. Sam watched him chewing it slowly and frowned.

The wolfman rose an eyebrow at him and licked the sticky fluid from his lips. Sam looked around the table.

Everyone was eating.

Then his look fell at the big jar of sauce in the middle of the table, then his gaze wandered back at Dean.

Sam grinned at him, dipping another wing into the sauce on his plate and licked it off – definitely aware now of what he was doing.

Dean's eyes darkened. No he didn't think this was funny. Not at all. But Sam obviously did. What a little bastard he was.

When they were done, they chatted a little bit, drank irish coffee or just irish without coffee. Dean vanished for some time upstairs, excusing himself that he needed to use the bathroom. When he returned, Sam already looked tired – AGAIN. His cheeks were flushed from the alcohol, his lips bright rose and a playful sparkle in his eyes lit up as he saw Dean coming back down the stairs.

It wasn't that he was drunk or something. It was from the warmth, that spread through his body from the shot of alcohol in his coffee.

Dean's gaze locked with Sam's as he slowly walked down the stairs, never leaving his human out under his watch. His eyes filled with warmth and love and adoration, promising Sam so much.

Dean Winchester led his mate into the bathroom. He had said they wouldn't need their pyjamas anyway. And when Sam got this insecure and wary expression – that got nothing to do with distrust – he would just kiss him and ask if he trusted him enough for this.

And Sam gave him a small smile and a short nod, letting himself be led into the bathroom.

There hung two bathrobes over the retainer and a couple of towels. Nothing more. Nothing less.

When Dean stood behind him, wrapping his arms around Sam's middle, Sam looked back over his shoulder, laying his hands over Dean's, asking.

„I won ... So I'll get you all naked and under the shower. - I'll show you what it is like to be with me. How good it's gonna be ...", Dean whispered into Sam's ear, nipping on his earlobe, „Do you trust me in this?"

Sam squeezed the other male's hands gently, breathing out a „Yes".

There was no insecurity in Sam's voice, nor doubt. He meant it.

Sam's hands slid from Deans, and the older male guided one of his hands under the hem of Sam's shirt, letting it rest on his belly and ghosted with the fingers of the other one over the soft flannel. He nipped and kissed the human's neck, as he – ever so slowly – started to unbutton his shirt. When the two halves slid apart, Sam straightened his shoulders, so the wolfman was able to brush it off of him.

„So sweet.", he breathed, kissing along Sam's shoulder, as his hands wandered over his exposed chest. „So beautiful."

Sam gasped, as Dean guided one of his hands over his left nipple, sending a new kind of feeling through his mate's body. The human's eyes slid closed, his head rolling back.

Dean did it again and Sam made a small noise.

„That's it." the wolfman's voice had dropped lower, more sensual. „Let it go. - I'll lead you." He sucked and licked over one of the most sensitive places on his skin, mapping Sam's front with his hands, feeling the soft and scarred skin beneath his fingers.

After what felt like eternity, Dean's hands found their way down over the human's flat belly and wandered over his navel towards the waistband of Sam's jeans.

„Are you sure?", Dean breathed into Sam's ear, „We can stop any time you want to …"

Sam held his eyes closed, laying his hand over Dean's and guided it further down, laying it over the clasp of his belt.

Saying I trust you.

Dean made a sound that wasn't quite animal-like, nor human. Something in between. Though so soft and filled with love. One sound that was able to say more as thousands of words ever could.

Soon after, Sam's jeans were gone and he remained in his loose boxers, leaning against Dean's fully clothed body. The human's cheeks were flushed, his hands trembling from the flood of unknown emotions that washed over him.

The trust. The knowing. The love … so pure and clean. The feeling of being home, while Dean caressed his body – ever so gently – with his lips, eyes and hands.

Dean's hands settled on the human's hips and he turned him around. Sam opened his eyes then for the first time, since Dean had started to undress him. The wolfman cradled the human's face in his hands, searching his eyes for something he didn't exactly knew he wanted to see.

But there was nothing. Nothing that told him that Sam didn't want this, nothing that smelled like he seemed to be uncomfortable or even afraid of what they were doing. He truly trusted him.

So Dean kept going. He captured Sam's lips, moving his against the human's, guiding Sam's hand to his own shirt, telling him without words what he wanted him to do.

And Sam did.

Both were in their boxers minutes later, two bodies tangled in each other as they stood there. Mapping out and exploring each other's form with nothing more but the tips of their fingers.

This was so much more as Dean had ever thought he'd be able to share with the human. So much more as if he thought it would feel like.

It felt incredibly amazing to be close to his mate like this. His skin against Sam's, his hands all over the human's form. It seemed like he just fit – the curve of his whole frame against Dean's and the feeling of two halves becoming one.

When Dean tugged on Sam's boxers, the human tensed for a moment, telling himself that Dean would be his guide. That there was nothing to be afraid of. He told himself, that he trusted Dean more than anyone before and that he wouldn't hurt him. That Dean had said that there was nothing he could possibly do wrong.

That it'd be okay. That he'd know what to do – just like that.

When Dean's hands remained there, Sam tugged his thumps into the waistband of the other male, tugging on it questioning - questioning.

Dean smiled into their never-ending kiss and moved his hand on the human's lower back further down, sliding into his boxers, resting his hand on Sam's left buttock, feeling firm muscles work under his touch.

And Sam responded so beautifully. He pressed up against him with a silent moan from the depths of his soul.

Short after both of them were undressed and in the shower. They parted then, lathered each other up. Dean leaned into his mate, guiding the hand on his back down with his slick lathered hand over the luscious globes of his butt. The wolfman's fingers ran in between them, punching a surprised noise out of HIS Sam as he traveled over his creased middle.

Dean turned him around so that Sam was facing the wall, his cheek resting against Sam's shoulder blade, as he caressed his cleft, brushing over his puckered middle gently. Driving soft gasps and aroused noises from the human. The wolfman moaned, biting Sam's shoulder, as the man before him arched back against his touch.

Sam braced himself against the wall, his head thrown back with closed eyes, his mouth slightly agape and his cheeks flushed pink, letting himself being drawn away by the growing need deep inside him.

When Dean's fingertip entered him, Sam made a surprised noise and kept still for a moment, waiting for his mate, feeling the slick finger pushing gently further into him. First it felt weird and though as if it was the most amazing thing in the world – with DEAN. Only Dean.

Being close to him like this. That the male wolf WANTED him like this ...

Dean didn't care if they'd use up all the hot water. He didn't care if someone would hear them. Hell, he didn't care if the whole world would burn down around them right at the moment. All that counted was Sam. Just Sam.

The wolfman closed his eyes for a short moment, letting his mate's soft noises sink in. He reached up with his free hand and adjusted the shower-head, so that Sam was directly in the water's spray, so that HIS human wouldn't get cold.

Dean worked his finger slowly further into him, while he tentatively traced with his fingers around Sam's flank, drawing a circle around his belly button, before his hand traveled deeper, feeling the trail of soft hair that led his way towards the human's achingly hard arousal.

When he laid his hand on HIM, Sam's whole body shuddered at the sudden stimulation. A strangled groan fell from his lips, as Dean started to drag the tender skin of his length downwards to its base – ever so slowly – and back up again.

"So beautiful like this.", the wolfman rumbled, adding a second finger when Sam started to push back against him. The pads of Sam's fingers against the tiles white from he force he used to hold himself up.

When Dean finally found AND hit that special soft spot deep inside Sam, the human couldn't hold back a cry of pure pleasure.

Dean smiled against Sam's shoulder-blade, adding another finger – making him ready, showing him how beautiful sex was with the right person could be. How immensely amazing it felt.

He bit his lower lip, gripping Sam's manhood a bit firmer, as his own arousal whipped with his small movements, painting invisible trails of precome along the back of Sam's thigh, where it brushed up and down.

When Sam started to writhe and his silent cries and gasps and pants increased, Dean sped up his pace, turning Sam into a moaning mess of jello.

The heat in Sam's belly spread – first slow and steady and then ... then it felt like something exploded deep inside him, a feeling of pleasure, so keen, so pure. There were no words for that. It took Sam's breath, his eyes rolling back in his head, as white droplets splattered the beige tiles before him.

Finally, after what seemed like an aeon later, Sam sucked in a shuddering breath, his knees buckling with the force that had just drove through him. He felt himself soften in Dean's hand, the pleasurable feeling of being filled slowly vanishing, as his mate pulled his fingers free.

Dean laid his hands on Sam's hips and turned him around, backing him up against the wall, pressing his body against Sam's, crushing his lips onto the human's, as he buried his fingers in his long wet hair.

Sam kissed him back – still in a post-orgasmic haze, wrapping his long arms around him, ready to get on his knees before his mate.

But Dean didn't let him.

"That's not what I want, Sammy." Dean's voice was low and filled with love and so many other emotions – too many to tell.

A shy smile tugged on Sam's lips as he blinked at him with flushed cheeks. "I know ..." Then he looked at Dean's chest and back up. "You'll lead. - I'll follow.", he whispered.

Dean rinsed Sam's hair and his body off until the water came down clear.

Sam did the same for Dean, rinsing his short hair and body until there was no foam left.

When they were done, they dried each other off, worshipping their bodies.

Dean helped Sam into his bathrobe. Then he dressed himself in one and took Sam's hand, looking up into bright hazel-eyes – asking if he was still sure. If he truly wanted to make this step with Dean. And Sam just blinked at him with a smile on his lips, his eyes filled with love and happiness.

Dean didn't need to hear it. He SAW it.

The two of them tossed the damp towels into the box beside the sink. Then the wolfman led HIS human into their bedroom. His wolfish senses guiding him through the darkness towards the bed, leading Sam. He switched on the light on the nightstand and turned around to face his human.

A soft smile tugged on Dean's lips, as he brushed the bathrobe from his own shoulders, letting it sink to the floor. He then did the same to Sam's. Dean felt the human's looks on him, all over him.

His gaze found its way back to Sam's shiny eyes. He cupped the human's face in his hands and placed a gently kiss on his lips, walking him back to the edge of the bed where he laid him down.

Dean crawled over him, urging him into the middle of the bed while he kissed him.

Sam led himself being guided.

A strong hand tangled its fingers in the human's damp hair, pulling his head back slighty. Sam felt the wolfman's arousal touching his thighs every now and then, as he hovered over him. Dean kissed his way down over Sam's neck, chest and belly, swirling his tongue around the human's navel and guided it with small nips and tender kissed back up.

When their lips found each other's again, they kissed – slow and sweet and amazingly gentle. Sam's hands on the wolfman's back, fingertips caressing tender skin.

The younger male exhaled a shuddering breath as he felt Dean's erection brushing against his newly growing one.

Low moans and guttural sounds fell from Dean's lips, as he felt Sam's manhood grow beneath himself.

Dean's hand made its way under the pillow and found what he was looking for. A small bottle of lube.

He held it in his fist, kissing Sam again, this time more demanding, more urgent.

"We don't have to do this ...", Dean breathed, looking deep into dilated hazel-eyes. A touch of concern swinging along his words, his gaze searching Sam's face closely.

A reassuring smile built up on Sam's face. "I'll follow you wherever you lead me, Dean." No doubt, no insecurity in his words.

Dean smiled at him. Pure love and adoration reflecting back at the human upon his words of trust.

The wolfman inched back a little bit, kissing his way down Sam's neck, as he sank in between his long legs.

Dean uncapped the lube and slicked up his achingly hard manhood. Sam spread his thighs wider apart, giving the other male some more space, as he watching him biting his lower lip.

Dean sat back on his heels and took in the body before him, drinking in the sight. He tossed the lube to the side and crawled back over Sam – a way better idea dawning in the back of his mind.

He didn't want Sam to feel that he was dominated by him. He didn't want him to feel like he had to do THIS. Dean wanted him to have a choice, to stop it if it wasn't okay with him anymore.

The wolfman wrapped an arm around Sam's lower back and one around his shoulders and guided him up. While he tugged his own legs into a cross-legged position, he pulled Sam into his lap, so that the human's erection was pressed snug between their bodies.

Dean sank his tongue into Sam's mouth, cupping his head with one hand, while he held him on his lower back, feeling his slicked up length slipping in between Sam's globes.

The wolfman erupted in a full-body-shiver as he felt Sam's heat against his arousal, closing his eyes for a moment.

Sam then lifted himself up a little and lined Dean's manhood up against his entrance and sank down on it – ever so slowly.

The human panted with the newly feeling of being penetrated by something way bigger as three fingers. He held himself there – with just the head of Dean's arousal inside him, giving himself time.

Dean held onto Sam, FEELING him. Warm and tight and being on the verge of INSIDE him. A low growl tore from the wolfman's throat as Sam took an inch at a time. So achingly slow and carefully not to hurt or to get hurt.

When he was fully seated in Dean's lap and the other man's length buried to the base inside him, Dean's lips found the human's again.

They didn't move. Not at all. Just their mouth and tongues dancing to their heartbeats.

Then Sam started to move – slow and little circles with his hips, feeling Dean deep inside him. Feeling how he fit – as they were made for each other.

Dean didn't dare to move. Didn't dare to open his eyes for a moment, afraid Sam wouldn't be there if he'd do. That it had just been imagination, just a wonderful dream damned to end.

But it wasn't.

When he opened his eyes Sam was still there, his manhood still buried to the hilt in Sam's hole, feeling the warm pleasure that spread through his abdomen when Sam moved.

Sam wrapped his arms around Dean's neck, holding onto him as he lifted himself up and sank back down, impaling himself on his mate's arousal, punching out strangled gasps, silent whines and low rumbles from Dean with every down-stride.

Dean shifted a little bit, holding Sam by his flanks, guiding every movement of him.

Sam wrapped the fingers of his left hand around Dean's neck as he let himself sink back, bracing his other hand into the mattress, before the other one arm followed. Dean held him firmly by his flanks, pushing himself up and down on the mattress, finding the right rhythm. A small change in his angle. And that was it.

The new angle drew aroused whimpers and soft cries out of Sam, as Dean's hardness hit the tender soft bundle of nerves deep inside his mate. Soon Dean increased his pace, punching the most amazing sounds out of the human, as he bounced into him.

There were no words left, nothing that was left behind unspoken. Everything between the two of them seemed to melt, they became one, became what they were meant to be.

Dean pulled Sam back up against his chest, wrapping his strong arms around him. - Holding him tight. Holding onto him for dear life as he toppled over the edge with a low animal-like growl, pumping into his mate, filling him up. Two hard strides later and Sam followed his example, holding onto his wolf, throwing his head back in a silent stunned cry.

His eyes rolling back in his head, his mouth agape, his muscles constricting and relaxing until there was no fluid left inside of him. Plastering his and Dean's stomach and chest with white pearls of come.

Sam tightened his hold around Dean, feeling his mate softening inside him.

The wolfman was panting, trying to regain control over his limps, hell, over his whole body. He held Sam close – so close – not wanting to let go. He buried his head in the curve of Sam's neck, closing his eyes, letting the feeling of finally being one WITH his mate – WITH Sam - sinking in. Listening to the human's racing heart, wich slowly calmed down again.

There were no words ... NO WORDS to describe what it felt like. It felt like arriving in paradise, like coming home from a long journey. That was how Dean felt like – that was what the wolf deep inside him felt. - And so much more ...

They stayed like that for some time, before Dean shifted, one hand braced in between Sam's shoulder-blades and one on his lower back, laying him down slowly. Dean slipped out under him, earning a disapproving moan, and laid alongside his human mate.

Sam turned his face towards him, giving him a small tired smile. Dean smiled back at him, brushing over his right cheek and his throat, letting it rest there. He watched Sam for a long time, drinking in the sight of his gorgeous mate – all naked, all spent ... ALL HIS.

The wolfman grabbed the tissues he had placed on the nightstand before and wiped them both clean. Sam then curled up with a comfortable moan, nestling into Dean's chest, rubbing his nose against him. His mate pulled the messed up comforter over the both of them before he wrapped his arms around Sam and placed a gentle kiss on his forehead.

They lay there – awake. Just feeling each other, being close.

After a long while – snow had started to fall again – Dean shifted a bit and tilted his head back so he was able to look at – at least – the messed up mop of hair beneath him. A flash of concern crossing his face as Sam winced, as he threw his right leg over Dean's calf.

"Did I ..." Dean ran his fingers through Sam's hair. "Did I hurt you?"

Sam tilted his head back, giving him one of the cutest smiles ever. "No.", he breathed, "It felt ... like coming home ..." He nuzzled back into Dean's chest, closing his eyes. "It was perfect."

Dean blew out a relieved breath and closed his eyes, resting his chin on Sam's head. "You're not hurting?"

Sam shook his head, inching closer to his mate (if even possible). "Tired."

The wolf chuckled.

Then they fell silent again. Just silence and the warmth of two bodies/souls bound to each other as they fell asleep.

Sheriff Jody Mills leaned over her desk, her nose buried in police records. A short glance at the window told her that she had been at the station way too long again. - And that it was snowing. Big flakes of white frozen crystals sinking down from high above.

With a sigh, she pinched the bridge of her nose and rubbed over her tired eyes. Her deputies had already changed and the night shift had taken charge by now.

And still ... she wasn't sure whom of them she was able to trust – ever since they found the former club-owner's scout among her people. She had never thought that a shifter would be able to fool her like that. She had always thought, that ever since she had found out what the Salvage was (a pack's lair) and who JOHN WINCHESTER was ... that no supernatural being was able to get to come close to her without knowing.

She had been wrong. - So wrong.

And now she had a human at the salvage she should've been reporting to HER bosses. That a vanished boy had been found. That Samuel Campbell wasn't dead.

And she couldn't.

She knew Samuel would be in ultimate danger if she did so – if reporters and desk men would find out about him – about their town, about what had gone down there ... About the Salvage and the wolves.

She knew that the priorities would like to get a hold of the young man then. That they probably would want him to be taken to a hospital and to psychologists. They would want to know his story. And she also knew that Samuel couldn't tell them. Wasn't allowed to tell them.

Another thing was, that she couldn't take him away from the Salvage – from Dean. John had told her so much ... had told her everything.

Maybe when this all was over ... when Samuel was doing better, when he was settled and when they were able to make up a believable story for her bosses. Then – and just then they'd go down that road.

A loud rumble tore the sheriff from her thoughts.

The men outside her office tensed visibly, all their faces snapping towards the entrance of their police-station at once. A split second later, the door burst open and a giant wolf stood in the middle of the room.

Not a wolf Jody Mills would've known ...

…... to be continued

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there are 4 Chapters to go :)

Ch24 VISIONS

CH25 WHERE WE GO WHEN IT'S ALL OVER

CH26 IT'LL NEVER BE ENOUGH

CH27 AND SO IT ENDS