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Thunderstorm
They dug in the rain, the graveyard dirt heavy and thick. The more it rained, the heavier each shovelful become. Finally, with aching shoulders and water soaked clothes they made it to the damn coffin. Dean raised the shovel over his head and with great joy cracked open the cheap pine box. Exposed to the air for the first time in a hundred years the coffin's contents shifted and danced as the rain drops pounded on the dusty bones.
"How the hell are we going to get this lit?"
"I don't know, Dean," Sam responded, flipping his soaked hair out of his face. "Salt, kerosene and pray, I guess."
Huddling over the open pit they sheltered what they could and lit the bastard up. Just as the match was dropping into the open grave the spirit of Ezra Caine went for Dean, screaming and trying to shove the Hunter into the flames. When that didn't work Ezra tossed Dean aside and advanced on Sam. Unfortunately for Ezra, Sam had the salt bag and by the time the spirit regenerated lf it was already on fire. With a scream of frustration and of fear the spirit crackled and flared and got back on track to the afterlife.
Sam threw the shovels into the duffle, picked it up and went on over to pick his brother off the ground. Dean was stunned and bruised and had made a friend of the tombstone to which he clung.
"Come on, Dean," Sam growled. "Let go of the headstone." Finally he peeled Dean Fingers off the stone and added his brother's body to the weight on his shoulders.
"You're damn lucky I'm as big as I am." Sam laughed and walked back to the Impala. Once there he put the loaded duffle in the trunk and propped Dean up against the side of the car.
The lightening flashed and thunder rolled through the dark sky. Sam looked up into the roiling clouds and the next lightening flash illuminated Dean's face. Sam ran his fingers down Dean's cheek and traced an outline of the soft lips. He cupped the back of his brother's head and drew the only half-conscious Hunter into a dominating kiss. The lightening crack again and the thunder seemed to roll through Sam's bones. His flinched as the energy moved through him seemingly ending up in his dick.
More lightening, more thunder and his tongue claiming Dean's mouth all joined together with desire.
"Sam, what are you doing?" Dean moaned.
"You." Was the short answer and Deans clothes were disappearing.
"It's cold." He complained.
"You'll be warm pretty soon." Dean heard Sam whisper.
Shivering, with his pants around his ankles Dean faced the sky. The heavy rain drops speckled his face and he abruptly remembered just how much Sam liked the rain. The lightening called out a response from his little brother's soul and Sam become part of the storm.
He was turned and bent over the trunk of the car. He hissed as the cold, wet metal hit his naked belly. "Damn it, Sam." He cried out but knew it was hopeless. Until Sam was satisfied or until the storm ended Sam was definitely in charge.
The rain ran in rivulets down Dean's back, a natural lubricant, thank the storm. Dean didn't think Sam was in any state to wait for niceties. He was right. Sam graced him with harsh fingers penetrating, stretching and demanding and then there was more than fingers.
Sam had been right; Dean's body heat warmed the metal of the car and Sam's body pressed on to his back keep him warm. The friction generated heat but there were places on his body that provided counterpoint to the warmth of his brother's body; his arms, his head and his calves.
Sam pounded his ass, energized by the storm. Dean was well aware that as long as Sam was connected to nature's battery Dean's ass was the ground and it would not be over until the sky cleared.
Fifteen minutes later Dean was allowed to stand and pull on some clothes. He tossed the keys to Sam.
"You all better, little brother? Dean smiled. "I know I'm not going to be able to sit right now so you drive."
Sam smiled; his sweet brother back in his own skin again. "Sorry Dean, you know how storms set me off."
"Don't worry," Dean smiled back. "I had fun too but let's just find a motel with a bath tub. I want to soak the sore out of my ass."