***another long wait for this chapter...sorry for the delay it's been a busy time of year. The story is coming close to ending so I hope you all are prepared.***
"Dean..." he says, briefly looking over at the man next to him.
Dean's eyes are glazed and he has a dorky grin on his face.
"Hello." he tries again, but with no result.
Sighing, he keeps his left hand on the steering wheel, while reaching down with his right. Carefully, he opened his hand and lightly palm Dean's crotch. He had expected Dean to jolt back into reality. What he hadn't expected was Dean already being hard. With more effort, he grabbed hold of the man's crotch and squeezed. Finally, Dean jumped and looked over. Giving him a soft smile he leaned down and pecks his cheek.
"Did you say something Ben?" he asked, perfectly aware of the answer.
"Well, I was going to ask what you think about our trip tomorrow." he asked as they turned off the highway onto the long driveway to their house.
"Yea, I'm excited." he said, raising his own hand and draping it across Ben's shoulders.
"I know." he chuckled giving his crotch another quick squeeze.
"Easy now." Dean replied, gently taking his hand away from his hardened shaft.
"But..." he started.
"Wait until we get home, I've got a few surprises for you." Dean told him, reaching his own hand down and patting his thigh.
"Like what?" he asked, intrigued.
He pursed his lips when Dean didn't respond. The rest of the drive down the long lane was left in silence. Glancing to the left, he noticed the lane they would use to go swimming, though they hadn't done so in ages. It was also the spot they had stopped to mess around the morning after he had first bottomed for Dean. Smiling, he squeezed Dean thigh and nodded to the spot. Dean smirked and roughly hugged his shoulders tightly. Grinning, he trained his eye back to the driveway in anticipation of the coming house. Ahead, he could just make out the outline of their home. Unknowingly, he pressed the gas petal down and their speed increased.
By the time they pulled up next to the porch, his heart was pounding. Beside him, Dean was chuckling as the engine was cut off. Unable to help himself, he opened the door and jumped out, quickly slamming it before hurrying around the truck to meet Dean. Still chuckling, he slid out and calmly closed the door and looked up. Ben stood on the porch, bouncing on the balls of his feet as Dean slowly joined him. Unlocking the door, they entered into the house. Tired of waiting any longer, he jumped on Dean's back, as if wanting a piggy back ride. Turning his head, he smirked back at him. Ben's dick was hard and he wanted some attention. Grinding his crotch into the man's lower back wasn't good enough. He had begun to reach down and around to unzip Dean's fly when he felt himself shift as he was carefully set down in an armchair.
"Hold your horses."he chuckled, looking down and noticing Ben's fly already unzipped.
"What" he asked, looking up in confusion.
"Go pack your bags and set everything in a manner we can leave at a moment's notice." Dean said to him, smiling gently.
"But..."he began.
"Go. We won't do anything until your packed and ready."he said sternly.
Pouting, he hurried upstairs to begin the arduous task of packing. They were going to Massachusetts tomorrow on a quest to retrieve special items to save his mom. The memory of the night Cass had showed up to relate his findings sprang to mind as Ben grudgingly pulled out his travel bag and began to fill it with clothes. Dean and he had just finished doing it when he had looked up and stared into Cass's face. Startled, he felt his body turn red from embarrassment. Dean had pointed out that the angel had jerked off to them, which he denied until Ben was ordered to take a closer look at his pants. Relenting, Dean got up and walked toward the bathroom still nude.
At this point of his memory, Ben had stopped packing, looking down at his tented shorts as he remembered the sight of Dean strolling across the room. Sweat was rolling down his back showing off his muscles as if he were oiled up for wrestling or a sunblock commercial. His tight and tanned ass had bounced back and worth, a small amount of white fluid running down his thighs. The moment Cass had indicated he had news, Dean had spun around, his thick flaccid uncut cock swished from side to side. Shaking his head, he resumed his packing. Finally deciding on five or six shirts, he moved on to jeans and a few slacks. Opening a drawer, randomly took a few pairs of socks and a few pairs of underwear.
Castiel's news was something he could remember without even thinking. His hopes for his mom had been restored as he sat there listening to the angels words. Cass had explained that near Harvard Massachusetts a village was settled by a large family of shakers in the mid 1700's. By the late 1700's the village grew, but was soon harassed by other settlers in the area. By the mid 1800's, the family had discovered a natural spring that had remarkable properties to those that used it. The power was attributed to the clearness and coolness of the water pooled underground. It was so renowned that the village built a shrine around the spring and set up an aqueduct that could carry the water further into the village. However as the shakers in the area began to convert and move away, the village and the spring soon faded from memory.
Cass had also explained that though it was true that the water was clear and cold, it was not the reason for the remarkable healing powers. Here, the angel had looked at the ground with a brooding expression before looking back up. What he then had explained seemed to be impossible. During the time of the Salem witch trials, many angels had gone over to see the events, taken aback by the mass hysteria and loss of life from so many innocent individuals. The archangel, Raphael had finally stepped in and healed the sorrows of those that were still being held unjustly. For all those innocent that was killed, Raphael wept, his tears falling into a small spring in the woods of what would become Massachusetts that he had visited once. The tears saturated the pool, forever granting it healing power.
At this point Dean had interjected and asked why Cass hadn't just brought a vial from the spring himself. Cass had explained that only a person of related blood could retrieve the water, otherwise the healing properties would vanish. Again Dean had interrupted, asking him why he couldn't just zap Ben there and bring him back. It was getting obvious Castiel was becoming impatient with Dean's interruptions. Finally, he explained Ben would have to travel there by himself, or at least without the company of an angel along the way. By the end of Cass's story, Ben felt his eyes wet with relief, knowing that his Mom could be saved. He had smiled, and even though he was still naked, he had walked right up to the angel and wrapped his arms around him, squeezing as hard as he could. Blushing, Castiel wrote down the instructions for Dean, and then vanished on the spot.
Finally done packing, Ben groaned as he straightened and stretched his back. Sighing, he bent down, zipped up his bag and pulled at the extendable bar. Looking around, he exited his bedroom and made his way downstairs. Once back on the bottom floor, he pulled his bag and set it next to the front door. At this point he turned and froze. In front of him, laying on the couch wearing only a see-threw thong, was Dean. On the floor next to the couch was a large brown bag. Smiling, Dean winked and rubbed his soft cock through the flimsy garment, finally patting the cushion his ass was on. Shakily, Ben approached him, feeling his already hard member pressing against his jeans. Once next to Dean, he started to sit onto the couch but Dean pulled him closer by the belt loops.
Winking, Dean unzipped him. His hard cock erupted through the opening without any help. Leaning down, Dean wrapped his lips around the head of his member. He groaned as Dean finished unzipping him. With his other hand, Dean pulled at the neckline of his shirt. Getting the hint, lifted his arms and the shirt was gone in a flash. Below, he shuddered as Dean's hot tongue massaged the underside of his shaft while he slipped his shoes off. Unclothed, Dean sat up and pulled him in for a rough kiss. It was full of heat and want. Twisting his upper body, Dean wrapped his arm around his chest and he found himself being flipped over until they were in a 69 position, with him on top of Dean. He made to give the now engorged cock below him more attention when Dean forced his tongue into his ass.
"Oh shit..." he whined, completely unaware of what he was saying. He felt a slap on his ass that stung, but not overly painful. Glancing down, he noticed Dean wagged a finger at him, apparently not pleased with that word. Rolling his eyes he ducked his head down again and felt another slap. This time he eyed Dean carefully then gave him a regretful face. Giving him a thumbs up he buried his tongue back into his opening. Shaking, Ben lifted Dean's balls, as they were hanging down and were in the way of his entrance. Forcing his tongue in, he was rewarded with moan from Dean and a muffled pair of words that sounded remarkably like "Oh shit..." Feeling resentful, he slapped Deans ass just as Dean had done to him. Hearing a chuckle he went back to work.
After a while Dean sighed and pulled off and pushed him up. Dean indicated for him to set directly across him. Nodding, he maneuvered himself as instructed. For a few moments, they stared into each others eyes with fondness. Smirking, Dean reached into the back and lifted a bottle and handed it to him. Curious, he took the bottle and read the title. Self heating lotion. Raising his eyebrows, he looked at Dean. Nodding, he spread his legs and pointedly expected Ben to do the same. After following suit, he opened the bottle and applied it to both of them. The sensation was immediate and amazing. His legs shook from the warmth of the lotion that soothed everywhere that it was applied to. Hearing a rustling of the bag he looked down and his mouth feel open.
Dean pulled an enormous double-ended dildo out of the bag and set it between them.
***One of the reason's it took so long for this chapter was because I was trying to find out a somewhat believable cure for Lisa's condition. Not just something simple though, but would kind of make sense. The spring with a healing properties exists, though I don't know if the heal property parts is accurate. It's really located near Harvard, MA called the Shaker Fountain of Youth.
I found the article about it here:
Rapheal and the Salem witch trials link to the spring is completely made up by me.***