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agt_spookyAuthor: agt_spooky
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: General season 1
Warnings: Wincest
Word Count: 20,155 (total story)
Disclaimer: I don’t own them, more’s the pity. Just borrowing!
Summary: Who or what is killing children in Kingsburg? Sam and Dean investigate the deaths and race to stop another from happening. Along the way, Dean shows how far he’ll go to protect his brother.
Huge thanks to my best buddy,
charityflint, for her incredible beta work on this. You're awesome!Author's Notes: Story is complete and is being posted in three parts. There is a link to the third part at the end of this part.
PART TWO
Making their way along the railroad tracks, the Winchesters made good time getting back to the Impala. They threw their gear into the trunk, then Dean was driving toward their motel.
Sam broke the silence in the car a few minutes later.
"Dean, we need to go back to the cabin. Get that sphere," he started. "I don’t want…You’ve been through enough. The vision, the nightmares – these are my problems, not yours. We need to fix this."
But the older man didn’t acknowledge his younger brother. Simply set his jaw and continued on to their motel.
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Hours later Dean once again woke with a pounding heart and a sheen of sweat on his body. He sat up in the semi-darkness of the motel room, running a hand over his face and through his hair, waiting for his breathing to return to normal.
Another nightmare. Another of Sam’s nightmares.
There was nothing specific this time that Dean could recall with any clarity, just an overwhelming sense of death and the heat of fire. Fire would always haunt them.
He swung his legs over the side of his bed, and saw that Sam was sleeping facing him in the other bed. Dean took a minute to really look at his brother, unobserved. And saw, for the first time since Sam was a small child, his younger brother sleeping peacefully, and deeply. No furrows in his forehead or rapidly moving eyes beneath his eyelids or twitching of limbs. He was sleeping like he had done before their father had told him the monsters under the bed and in the closet were real. And he lost his innocence.
Dean would do anything to give that back to his brother. He had been his protector since little Sammy was six months old. But over this past year, with the emergence of Sam’s…gifts, this was something that Dean could not protect him from. And he felt helpless.
But looking at his brother now, relaxed and calm, because his nightmares and visions had been taken away from him, Dean resolved to carry this burden for Sam. He could do it. He would do it. Gladly. To protect Sam and spare him the pain his abilities caused him.
That’s what you did for someone you loved more than anything in the entire world.
Dean smiled softly at the sleeping form of his brother then went into the bathroom to splash some water on his face. As he lay back down against his pillows he muttered softly, "C’mon, Sam, you’ve gotta have at least one good dream in that head of yours. I could sure use one right about now."
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Dean felt the mattress dip and he blinked open his sleep-heavy eyes to find his brother sitting beside him on the bed.
"Sam?" he questioned in a tired voice. "You need something?"
His brother smiled and licked his lips. "Just you," he replied in a low whisper.
Dean grinned back and reached out. "Then c’mere," he answered, tugging Sam fully up onto the bed.
Sam found himself on top of Dean, straddling the older man’s legs. Dean’s boxers were riding low on his waist, exposing his flat stomach and a fine line of hair leading tantalizingly beneath his waistband.
Sam licked his lips unconsciously, then leaned down to place a kiss on Dean’s bare chest. Dean closed his eyes and sighed, and Sam continued on his exploration of his brother’s body.
The younger man ran his hands lightly over Dean’s upper chest, his thumbs brushing over flat nipples. Dean shivered at the contact and Sam tipped his head down to tease one of the nubs with his tongue.
"Oh, yeah…" Dean breathed.
Sam laved the nipple with his tongue until it was a small, hard peak and his brother started to squirm beneath him.
"More, Sam…"
Wanting to give Dean the stimulation he was asking for, Sam lightly bit his brother’s nipple. Dean gasped in pleasure and Sam repeated the process on the other side of his chest. Dean was panting by the time Sam raised his head, and it took all of his willpower not to bring his hands down and guide Sam’s head lower. He wanted it so bad...
As if able to read Dean’s mind, or see the desire in his hazel eyes, Sam lowered his head once again, kissing his way down to the waistband of Dean’s shorts. He pulled them down just a bit, enough to see more of the thin line of dusky hair.
Sam glanced up then said, "Lift up for me."
Dean gladly obeyed and Sam slowly pulled down his shorts, exposing Dean’s erection inch by inch, driving Dean crazy at the slow pace, until he was totally exposed. Dean held his breath as Sam dipped his head down, and would have come completely up off the mattress if not for his brother sitting on his legs when Sam took the head of his penis in his mouth.
"Oh god, Sam!" he exclaimed, as his younger brother’s tongue swept over his erection.
Sam opened his mouth wider, taking more of Dean in, and the older man groaned, clenching his fists beside him and closing his eyes.
The younger Winchester started moving his head up and down, sucking gently at first, then increasing the pressure, finally adding one hand to pump the hard shaft, too.
"Sam…Sam," Dean panted, desperately wanting to move his hips, to push into Sam’s mouth, but he couldn’t move. So instead he opened his eyes and looked down…to see his penis sliding in and out of his brother’s mouth.
Dean moaned deeply at the sight and felt his orgasm coiling at the base of his spine. No longer able to keep his hands still, he brought them down and tangled his fingers in Sam’s soft brown hair.
"I’m almost there, Sam…I’m almost…ahh—"
"—God!" Dean exhaled as the first pulse of his orgasm overtook him, throwing him from the dream. His eyes flew open and his hand reached down between his legs, stroking himself roughly through his boxers, feeling wetness soak into the soft material as he came.
He panted quietly as he tried to get his breathing and heart rate slowed, squeezing himself gently as fine tremors raced through his body, still feeling Sam’s hands and mouth on his body.
His eyes slid closed for a moment. Well…damn.
Dean looked over at his still sleeping brother, blissfully unaware that Dean had tapped into another of his dreams. One that Dean desperately needed to process.
Pushing back the covers, Dean pulled off his sticky boxers, using them to clean himself off. He tossed them in the corner and slid into a pair of jeans, zipping them but not bothering with the top button. Barefoot and bare chested, he padded across the carpeting to the motel room door, opened it quietly and slipped outside.
The late summer morning was cool, and Dean shivered slightly in the damp mountain air. He walked the short distance from their room at the end of the building to his car, gleaming black and sleek, covered with dew.
He turned and slid up onto the trunk, feeling the moisture seep into his jeans. The bumper was chilly against his bare feet, as was the glass of the rear window as he leaned his back against it.
The parking lot was quiet in the pre-dawn hour and the faint sound of birds echoed in the nearby woods. The sun was just starting to rise, bathing the world in soft pinks and yellows. The peaceful environment helped to calm Dean’s racing thoughts and he blew out a slow breath.
So Sam dreamt about having sex with him.
This should be a shocking revelation to him. But he had to be honest with himself. It wasn’t.
Shortly after Sam turned sixteen, the way he acted toward Dean started to change. The way he looked at Dean, found any excuse to touch him, be close to him or wrestle with him… Deep down, Dean knew Sam wanted something…more from him.
But Dean refused to acknowledge Sam’s changing feelings toward him, or his own reciprocal feelings, for that matter. Just…no. They were both…confused. Especially Sam. He was too young to even realize what he was asking for, what he thought he wanted. And the repercussions of it. And Dean blamed it on their lonely, nomad existence. It was impossible for either his brother or him to ever form any attachments with other people. They were never in any one place long enough to start a relationship with a person of either gender.
All they’d ever had was each other.
Then Sam hit puberty and his body started changing. And the only constant person in his life that had ever shown him unconditional love – was Dean. Their family was so fucked up that it didn’t even occur to Sam that desiring your brother was wrong. He loved Dean, and that was all that mattered.
Dean chewed on his bottom lip. He wished it was that simple.
He would have been blind to not see what an attractive young man Sam was turning into. His growth spurt shot him up two inches taller than Dean by the time Sam was fifteen, and he was still growing. His muscles were getting more defined by the day, thanks to the rigorous training sessions their father put them through. Then there was his expressive hazel-green eyes, and the way he wore his heart on his sleeve.
In a word, Sam was beautiful. And Dean was attracted to him.
But Dean refused to give in to his sick desire. His brother was just a kid, for fuck’s sake! Not to mention he was his brother. He couldn’t do this to Sam. He wouldn’t do that to him. This was Dean’s twisted cross to bear.
And when he realized the attraction was mutual, he fought tooth and nail against it. He wanted so much more for his brother. Dean had accepted long ago that hunting would be all he ever had. But Sam deserved a chance to get out of this screwed up life, not be drawn further into it. And he would be if they started something. Something that could end up damaging him emotionally and keep him from ever forming a healthy relationship with someone.
So Dean ignored his brother’s…advances. Dying a little inside each time. And over the next year and a half Sam slowly withdrew, hurt and loneliness etched on his face and in his eyes. It was with relief that Dean took the news that Sam was leaving for college. Relief, and happiness. Sam had found his way out.
But now…
Now Sam was back in his life. Right where Dean thought Sam would never be again.
And that dream…
They weren’t teenagers in that dream. Sam was dreaming about them both now, in the present day. Fantasizing about giving Dean a blowjob. Dean shifted on the car, feeling himself getting hard just thinking about it; how it had felt to have Sam’s mouth and hands on him like that.
They weren’t kids anymore. Sam was an adult now, capable of making his own choices. And apparently he was still choosing Dean.
And that both terrified and thrilled Dean. Terrified him because this was still wrong in the eyes of…everyone. And this could end up destroying them both. But thrilled that now, so many years later, Sam had to understand what that meant, and yet his feelings for Dean hadn’t changed. He still wanted this.
"Dean?"
Sam’s quiet voice pulled Dean from his musings and he turned head to see his brother looking at him from the doorway of their room.
"Yeah, Sammy."
Sam stepped outside and Dean’s breath caught in his throat. Sam was dressed as he was, barefoot and shirtless, wearing only his baggy jeans. Dean sat up slowly as his brother approached, bare feet padding silently across the blacktop, stopping to stand between Dean’s bent legs.
Dean let his gaze wander up the long length of his little brother’s body, noting the trail of dusky hair that started below Sam’s waistband and ended under his naval, his defined stomach and chest muscles and his soft skin, marred only by an occasional faded scar. His nipples were dark, hardened in the cool morning air. The smooth column of his neck disappeared underneath the shaggy brown hair and ended at the strong shape of Sam’s jaw.
But his eyes…his brother’s eyes. So open and trusting. Windows to the soul, indeed. But windows that Sam only ever allowed Dean to look into. No one else.
And now, staring into those depths, Dean made his choice, too.
"What’re you doing out here?" Sam asked softly, as if not wanting to disturb the quiet stillness of the morning.
"Thinking," Dean replied just as softly, his hands rising seemingly of their own volition to settle on Sam’s hips, just above his jeans.
Sam’s gaze flicked down to where Dean’s hands rested and Dean saw him swallow, tongue darting out to moisten his lips. "About what?" his voice barely a whisper.
"About this," Dean breathed, reaching up with one hand to cup the back of Sam’s neck, urging him down.
Then his lips were on Sam’s, soft and gentle. And time seemed to stop.
They hovered there, motionless, for a long moment, eyes closed, just barely kissing. Then Sam raised his head, wonder and confusion evident on his handsome features.
"Dean?" his voice wavered.
"It’s okay, Sammy," Dean reassured him. "I saw…I saw your dream. You and me, together."
Sam’s mouth opened and he started to take a step back, but Dean’s hands slid around his waist, preventing him, pulling him even closer.
"No, it’s okay," Dean repeated, then smiled at his brother. "I want this, too."
Then he leaned forward and kissed his brother’s chest, right above his heart.
A strangled sound tore its way out of Sam and his arms came up, one settling around Dean’s shoulders, the other cupping the back of Dean’s head, holding him against his chest.
"Tell me that this isn’t a dream." Dean felt Sam’s voice rumble in his chest.
Dean raised his head, Sam’s hand coming around to settle on the side of his face. He locked eyes with Sam, looked deeply into them.
"It’s not a dream, Sam. This is as real as it gets."
Tears welled in the younger man’s eyes before they closed, his head tipping down to capture his older brother’s lips.
There was movement in the kiss this time, mouths pressing against each other again and again, tongues darting out to taste. Still gentle, but more insistent. Sam pulled Dean even closer, the older man now perched on the very edge of the trunk, Sam nestled firmly between his legs, their chests pressed together.
Hands started wandering, fingers ghosting up and down the bare flesh of each other’s backs and Dean moaned softly into the kiss. His hands slid down further, cupping his brother’s ass as he bucked his hips into his Sam’s groin.
Sam sucked in a sharp breath and Dean could feel his younger brother’s hardness against his own. His tongue swiped across Sam’s lower lip, asking, needing, demanding entrance.
And Sam eagerly complied, opening his mouth, sliding his tongue against Dean’s, both men moaning at that first touch, that first taste. They kissed deeply, panting into each other’s mouths, moving away slightly only to press back against each other’s lips over and over.
Dean’s hands rose up and tangled in Sam’s silky brown hair, the strands caressing his fingers. Sam’s hands had settled on Dean’s waist, pressing into the soft flesh, holding Dean as he pushed himself against the older man’s groin with short thrusts. One of Dean’s legs came up, wrapping around the backs of Sam’s thighs, urging him on.
"Yeah, yeah," Dean panted into the kiss, swallowing Sam’s drawn out exhale of his name.
Sam’s fingers were at Dean’s zipper when the sound of a car starting up nearby startled the men so badly that they sprang apart as if they’d been burned. Color flooded their faces as they suddenly realized what they’d been doing in a very public place.
Breathing hard, Dean slid off the trunk and moved toward Sam, who stood there with a deer-in-the-headlights expression, chest rising and falling as fast as Dean’s.
The older man cleared his throat, and with a gruff, "C’mon," he loosely grasped Sam’s wrist and led him back to their room.
The door had barely closed behind Dean and Sam was in his arms. This time the kiss was intense, demanding and Dean felt the universe expand and contract all at once. Expanded as he tried to process everything at the same time – the exquisite taste of his brother, the softness of his lips, the feel of Sam’s heart pounding against his chest, Sam’s unique scent and the sharp tang of arousal enveloping them both…and contracted until he felt they were the only two men in the world, bound together by something so strong, so right, that it scared Dean.
The light touch of Sam’s fingers on Dean’s bare chest sent a bolt of white-hot desire racing through the older man. Dean’s hands rose to tangle in Sam’s shaggy hair as his mouth slanted over his brother’s. Sam’s lips opened wider as he pressed himself even tighter against Dean, wrapping his arms around Dean’s waist. Sam’s heat was incredible, centered at his groin, where his rapidly swelling erection rested against Dean’s own hardness.
In moments their actions became frantic; desire, arousal and a need like Dean had never known taking control. The kiss was long and deep, both brothers trying to lose themselves in the other. Then Sam’s hands were sliding up Dean’s back, fingers skimming along Dean’s heated flesh. Dean groaned into the kiss at Sam’s caresses, his hands sliding down to cup his brother’s ass and pull him impossibly tighter against him. The movement caused Dean’s raging erection to slide along Sam’s and the younger man bucked against Dean, harder than he’d expected. Dean stumbled back, nearly sending them both to the floor, but his back hit the door instead, keeping them upright.
They broke the kiss for a moment, breaths coming in short pants. Dean reached up and ran his thumb across Sam’s bottom lip, red and slightly puffy, wet with saliva. Sam’s tongue flicked out, licking the pad of Dean’s thumb and the older Winchester groaned, pulling his younger brother’s mouth to him once again.
Dean leaned fully back against the door, spreading his legs, feeling Sam settle perfectly between them. They continued to slowly kiss, and Dean’s wandering fingers encountered one of Sam’s flat nipples. He brushed his thumb across it and Sam gave a little whimper into the kiss. Encouraged, Dean rolled the nub between his fingers and pinched it gently. Sam sharply moaned his pleasure, his cock jumping against Dean’s and his own answered in tandem, Sam’s soft cries driving Dean insane with need.
Then Sam began to pump his hips against Dean, picking up speed little by little. Dean couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, all he could do was feel. Feel the warm, masculine body in his arms, feel Sam’s tongue as it slid against his own, feel the hardened nipple beneath his fingertips, feel Sam’s erection sliding repeatedly against his own… And Dean wanted to feel more – feel Sam’s naked body beneath his, Sam’s cock in his mouth, Sam’s hands on his body…
Before Dean knew what was happening, Sam’s hand was between their bodies, unzipping Dean’s jeans, plunging his hand inside. He cupped Dean’s balls and gently squeezed, sending Dean somewhere in the vicinity of the stratosphere. With a cry, his legs gave out and it took them both to the floor, landing on their knees, legs spread wide.
Dean gasped out Sam’s name, clutching Sam’s shoulders, his head resting against the side of Sam’s neck as his brother continued to fondle his balls, rolling them in their sac.
"Oh god…Sam," Dean groaned.
He felt Sam’s other hand trying to push his jeans down off his hips, and as the material started to move, Dean raised his head and gently pushed Sam back, his hands slipping away from Dean’s body.
There was confusion in Sam’s eyes and Dean said, "No, Sam, wait…not like this...on the floor." He grasped Sam’s hand. "Come to bed with me."
Sam squeezed Dean’s hand, his voice a rough whisper. "I’ve wanted to hear you say that for a long time."
Dean smiled. "Yeah, well, I’ve wanted to say that for a long time."
They rose together, and in just a few steps they were standing next to the bed.
Dean watched as Sam looked over his shoulder, to the window, where the curtains were parted. Sam must have looked out the window first, trying to find Dean, before coming outside.
Dean saw his brother squint slightly, then the curtains pulled closed of their own accord. He turned his head back to Dean, a small smile on his lips.
Dean had to laugh. "Damn…that’s going to come in very handy."
Sam ducked his head, and when he raised it, Dean saw Sam’s eyebrow quirk upwards.
"What?" he asked.
Sam smirked. "No underwear? That’s hot, Dean."
Dean felt his face turn pink. "That’s because that damn dream of yours made me come in my shorts."
This time both of Sam’s eyebrows rose. "Seriously?" He stepped closer, his fingertips reaching out to just barely brush against Dean’s erection. Dean jerked at the sensation and Sam leaned down, his lips next to Dean’s ear. "Which dream was it? I’ve had six years of them…"
Dean swallowed, licked his lips. "It was…you were…you had me in your mouth…" he finally got out, feeling himself swell even more at the memory of the dream.
Sam raised his head, a decidedly mischievous smile on his face. Then he stepped back and in the blink of an eye his jeans and boxers were sliding off his hips and down his legs. He kicked them away and before Dean could even get more than a glimpse of his brother’s naked body, Sam had dropped to his knees in front of him.
With one swift tug, Sam had Dean’s jeans down around his ankles, Dean’s fully erect cock bobbing out in front of him. Without a word of warning, Sam latched his hot, wet mouth on it and sucked hard.
"God, Sam!"
Dean suddenly felt completely disconnected from his body, as if he was back inside the dream. This could not possibly be happening. After so many years of repressing his longing for his brother, he couldn’t possibly be getting an earth-shattering blowjob from him. Yet he looked down and there he was, mouth on Dean’s cock, one hand pumping the shaft, the other working his balls again.
Dean let his eyes drift close and spread his legs, one of his hands coming to rest on Sam’s bare shoulder, the other cupped loosely around the back of his head.
"So good, Sam…so good…"
Dean’s hips started to move of their own accord, pumping slightly. Sam stilled the movement of his head, silently telling Dean to take the lead, which he did. He slowly fucked Sam’s mouth, taking care not to go too deeply. Sam’s mouth kept up the sucking motion while one hand moved to Dean’s hip. Dean felt Sam’s other hand leave his balls, one of his fingers dipping back behind them, pressing.
"Yeah, Sam," Dean encouraged, panting. "Touch me…"
His hips continued pumping and Dean desperately wished he could spread his legs wider, but his jeans wound around his ankles prevented any further movement.
Dean opened his eyes and looked down, watching in erotic fascination as his cock slid in and out of his brother’s mouth, just as Sam’s questing finger found his puckered opening and pushed against it, his fingertip breaching him.
"Yes!" Dean cried out, his balls tightening, cock swelling. "I’m gonna come, Sam," he warned the younger man, "I’m gonna – yess!"
Dean’s orgasm ripped through him and he came in pulsing streams down Sam’s throat. His brother drank greedily, taking everything Dean had, until the older man’s legs could no longer support him and he sat down on the bed behind him.
Sam pulled Dean’s jeans the rest of the way off and tossed them to the side as Dean tried to get his breathing under control. Then Sam was between his legs, hands sliding up Dean’s thighs before resting them on Dean’s hips. He smiled at Dean with such tenderness that the older man felt tears prick the back of his eyes.
"My god, Sam…" Dean breathed, then crushed his brother to him, his mouth on Sam’s with bruising intensity.
Sam wrapped his arms around Dean, parting his lips eagerly. Dean tasted himself on Sam’s tongue, finding it incredibly erotic. Their tongues dueled for a few moments before Dean pulled away to run hot kisses down Sam’s neck to his shoulder. Dean nipped at his younger brother, wanting to mark him. Sam must have sensed his intention for he whispered fiercely, "Do it."
Dean moaned deep in his throat at Sam’s words before sucking hard on the flesh where shoulder meets neck, reveling in his younger brother’s groan. When he pulled back the area was red and slightly swollen. It would bruise by tomorrow.
"Yours," Sam declared before claiming Dean’s mouth for another mind-blowing kiss.
When their bodies demanded oxygen they broke apart and Dean pushed himself back onto the bed. He smiled seductively at his younger brother and Sam was stretched out beside him in an instant.
Dean rolled so that his body was half covering Sam’s, and let his fingers explore every part of his brother’s body, from his strong jaw to his toes, but purposely bypassing Sam’s straining erection. Sam closed his eyes as Dean’s hands roamed over his skin, making needy little noises in the back of his throat. When Dean let his mouth follow where his fingers had been, the noises became words.
"Please, Dean…more…"
Dean felt his cock begin to stir again at Sam’s pleading. He placed kisses on Sam’s face, neck and shoulders, stopping to lap at his nipples. Sam moaned and arched up, one hand trying to hold Dean’s head in place as he sucked on one of the little nubs.
"Yeah, Dean…like that…oohhh…"
As Dean continued lavishing attention on Sam’s nipple, he felt Sam’s hips start to move, his rock hard cock sliding, pushing into the groove of Dean’s hip. Dean reached down and gently squeezed Sam’s balls, returning the earlier favor.
"Dean!"
Sam pressed Dean’s head harder to his nipple, his hips bucking upward more frantically. Dean’s cock swelled in response, nearly fully erect once more. He sucked hard one more time on Sam’s sensitive nipple then released it, much to his brother’s dismay.
He pushed his body downwards, his face now even with Sam’s groin. He inhaled deeply of his brother’s musk, the scent filling his nose. Sam’s cock was arching up from his belly, hard and aching. The tip was weeping, and Dean licked off the clear fluid, the taste of his younger brother exploding across his tongue. Sam’s hips jerked up and he cried out.
"Yes! Again, Dean…"
Dean gladly obliged, shifting so that his body was between Sam’s legs, as his brother pulled them up, bending at the knee, spreading them wide.
The older man opened his mouth and took Sam’s cock inside, hot and heavy against his tongue. Dean moaned around Sam’s length, sucking, moving his head up and down. He felt the thick vein running along the underside of Sam’s cock, then pressed the flat of his tongue against the head, before dipping the tip into the slit.
Sam was panting, his head moving against the pillow, back arching. Dean felt his brother’s hands on his head, trying to gain purchase in Dean’s short hair. When Dean once again took Sam’s balls in his hand, Sam groaned long and loud. Then he was pushing Dean away.
"Wait, wait…don’t wanna come yet," he gasped, "Wanna make it last…" and Dean released his cock with a wet pop.
Sam rested his hand on the side of Dean’s face. "Make love to me, Dean," he whispered.
For just an instant, Dean stopped breathing. "Are you sure?" he asked quietly. "Maybe we’re taking this too fast…"
Sam laughed, smiling. "Fast? I think we’ve waited long enough, don’t you?"
Dean grinned. "You’ve got a point there."
"Good. Then come up here."
Dean went willingly, raising up and blanketing his brother’s long body, staying between Sam’s legs. He turned serious, asking Sam, "Have you…have you ever done this before?"
Sam looked away, toward the window. "Actually…I have."
Dean blinked, honestly surprised at his brother’s answer.
"But now I wish I hadn’t," Sam continued.
"Why?"
The younger man turned his head, looking directly at Dean. "Because I would’ve liked you to have been my first."
Dean’s breath hitched a little at his brother’s admission. "Jesus, Sam…"
Then he was kissing him, their passion flaring once again. Hard cocks rubbed against each other, hips moving in synch, clear fluid smearing into their stomachs, easing the way. Sam grasped Dean’s ass, humping harder against him. He lifted his hips, spreading his legs even wider.
Sam broke the kiss, panting. "Now, Dean…please…"
"Yeah, yeah…" Dean mumbled, running his hand up and down Sam’s side. "Ah, christ…I don’t know where my lube is. I don’t know if I left it in my duffle or my shaving bag, or…"
"Don’t worry," Sam told him, then looked over at the small counter outside the bathroom, where the coffee maker sat, and the basket of complementary little bottles of hotel soap and shampoo…and lotion.
Again, Dean watched as Sam squinted, then the small bottle of lotion rose up from the basket. It could’ve been just because Sam was excited, aroused, and in a hurry or he needed a little more practice with this – for the bottle didn’t land on the bed or in Sam’s hand, but instead smacked Dean in the forehead.
"Ow!" he yelped as the bottle bounced off his head.
Sam burst out laughing, his stomach bouncing, nearly toppling Dean off of him.
"Oh man, I’m sorry!" he apologized to Dean, as his brother rubbed at the spot on his forehead. "Here, let me see, you big baby," he told Dean, moving Dean’s hand out of the way.
He looked at Dean’s forehead, then his eyes turned smoky, his voice dropping an octave. "Want me to kiss it and make it better?"
Dean’s voice was husky when he answered. "Damn straight you should."
"Well okay, then." And Sam’s mouth was on Dean’s forehead, hot and wet.
Dean closed his eyes as his brother’s lips traveled downward, pressing kisses against his nose, his cheekbones, his chin, then back up, claiming Dean’s mouth.
The older Winchester finally broke away, long moments later, unable to continue the foreplay any longer as Sam arched against him again, his arousal at a fever pitch.
He pushed himself up and away from Sam’s body, telling him, "Turn over."
But Sam shook his head. "No. Wanna see you."
Dean smiled. "You will. I just want to get you ready."
Sam nodded and the young men quickly rearranged themselves – Sam on his stomach, legs spread wide, Dean lying on his side next to him.
Dean took a moment to kiss his way down Sam’s back, along his spine, his tongue darting out to lap at the fine sheen of sweat beginning to form on his brother’s body. He worked his way lower, past the dip in his lower back, Sam making small, needy sounds, his hips rocking against the mattress.
Lower still, to the swell of Sam’s ass, where Dean kissed and licked and nipped at both cheeks, before spreading them apart, revealing Sam’s most private place. Impulsively, Dean leaned down and licked a broad stripe with his tongue across the puckered muscle.
"Fuck!" Sam nearly flew off the bed at the sensation. "God, do it again, Dean…"
And Dean did, brushing his tongue repeatedly over Sam’s entrance, just barely breaching him with the tip of his tongue until Sam could stand no more.
"Ahh, god, stop!" Sam moaned. "I need you in me, now," he growled.
Dean raised his head, his hands fumbling for the bottle of lotion, his cock so hard it bordered on painful. Like his brother, he’d reached the end of his limit and needed to sink himself deeply inside Sam. Now.
He unscrewed the cap and coated his fingers with the lotion, then set the bottle on the nightstand. Leaning back over Sam, he let his fingers trail down the cleft of Sam’s ass, before circling his opening.
"Gonna make you feel good, Sammy," Dean breathed as he slid one finger inside his brother.
He moaned at the same time Sam did. Jesus, but he was so hot and tight. His brother may have been with a man, but it had obviously been a long time.
Dean continued to stroke his slick finger in and out, going a little deeper each time, loosening the muscle. The noises Sam was making went straight to his dick, making it throb. A second finger joined the first and Sam stiffened for a moment. Dean held his hand still until his brother relaxed, then continued stretching him, preparing him for Dean’s cock.
When Sam started to buck back against his fingers with pleas of, "Harder, more, faster," Dean knew he was ready. He slid his fingers out of Sam’s body, saying, "Turn over, Sammy."
The younger man did, giving Dean a clear view of how aroused he was. Sam was breathing heavy, his hair mussed, strands sticking to his damp forehead. His eyes were blown, nearly all pupil, a ring of hazel green barely showing. And his cock – curving up from his stomach, angry red and hard, the head coated in clear fluid.
He was sex personified.
Dean reached for the lotion again, and quickly coated his own straining cock. He moved between Sam’s legs as his brother bent them, spreading them wide, tilting up his hips. Dean guided his cock to Sam’s entrance, pressed the blunt head against the muscle. He locked eyes with Sam, waited until Sam nodded, then pushed.
Both men gasped as the head of Dean’s cock slipped inside Sam. The pressure was intense, Sam’s passage gripping his cock in tight, wet heat. His brother lifted his legs, wrapping them around Dean’s waist. The heel of one of his feet pressed into the small of Dean’s back, silently urging him on.
Dean pushed in slowly and steadily, letting Sam’s body adjust. By the time Dean was all the way in, both brothers were panting heavily.
"God, Sam…"
"You feel so good, Dean…"
Dean’s arms were trembling from the strain of holding back, of not moving. "Sam, I need to…"
"Yeah, yeah…do it…"
Dean tilted his hips back, sliding his cock until only the head remained inside Sam, then pushing forward again. He pumped into Sam over and over, the strokes longer and deeper and harder each time.
Sam was lost in a haze of want and need and desire beneath him. He met Dean thrust for thrust, tilting his hips and pressing into Dean’s back with his feet.
"Dean, Dean, Dean…"
His name was a chant falling from his brother’s lips.
"Harder, Dean…god, more…"
Dean bent forward, his chest nearly touching Sam’s, feeling the younger man’s cock rub against his stomach. Bending had changed his angle of penetration and as he snapped his hips once more, he found that place deep inside his brother.
Sam cried out, clutching Dean’s upper arms. "Ahh, fuck! Do it...do it again!"
Dean rocked against him again, pressing deep, deep…
"Yes!" Sam yelled, throwing his head back against the pillow, arching his back. "God, Dean…" he practically sobbed. "Feels so good, feels so good…"
"I know, Sammy," Dean panted. "You’re so fucking tight…god…" Dean thrust into Sam again, harder, wanting to be as far inside his brother as he possibly could.
This first, frantic time was never meant to last. Dean could feel his orgasm coiling in the base of his spine, his balls tightening, lifting in their sac. But he held himself back. This was for Sam, always, always, everything for Sam.
He could feel his brother straining, trying to hold back his own climax, wanting to make it last as long as possible. Dean pushed down a bit with his chest and stomach, providing more friction for Sam’s hard cock as it slid through his own pre-come and Dean’s sweat.
"Let go, Sam, let go," he encouraged his brother in a low, husky tone.
Sam locked eyes with Dean and bit his lip, bucking up his hips erratically as Dean continued to thrust inside him.
"I…I…almost…oh, oh…Dean…"
"That’s it, Sammy, that’s it. Let me see you come, let me feel you…"
And with a strangled gasp and a sharp cry, Sam came. His cock pulsed between their bodies; thick, white ribbons of fluid splashing against their chests and stomachs, the sharp tang of sex flooding the air.
Sam’s whole body arched with the force of his orgasm, and Dean watched as unbridled ecstasy rolled through his brother and shone out through his beautiful eyes.
Sam’s legs tightened around Dean’s waist as his internal muscles clamped down around Dean’s cock…and Dean shattered. His thrusts faltered as he gave himself over to his orgasm, feeling it tear through him like a freight train.
He cried out Sam’s name as he felt his cock pulse so deep inside his brother, over and over and over, until he was drained. His arms gave out and he collapsed on top of Sam, his chest heaving, his head in the crook of Sam’s shoulder.
Sam’s arms came around him, holding him fiercely, his lips near Dean’s ear. His voice was thick, heavy with emotion as he whispered, "I love you, Dean. I love you."
Exhausted, Dean smiled softly against Sam’s skin, kissing him there before letting his eyes slide shut, allowing sleep to claim him, wrapped in his brother’s arms.
And not a single nightmare plagued him.
~~ * ~~ * ~~ * ~~
Dean stirred, hours later, to the sensation of Sam’s lips pressing kisses on the side of his neck. Dean sighed, leaning back into his brother’s warm body that was spooned around him under the blankets, their legs entwined.
He was more relaxed and content than he’d been in days. Hell, years. He felt Sam’s broad hand on his chest, covering his heart, fingertips moving gently against his skin.
"Mmmm…." Dean sighed, still clinging to sleep.
"Morning, sunshine," Sam whispered into his ear, smiling against the side of Dean’s face.
Dean rolled to face his brother, still wrapped in Sam’s arms, tilting his face to kiss him slowly, languidly. Their tongues slid lazily against each other’s for long minutes, both men content to just hold one another.
When they pulled apart, Sam’s eyes were bright, a smile gracing his face. Dean reached up and threaded a hand through Sam’s hair, then cupped the side of his face. He looked into those shining eyes and swallowed past the lump in his throat.
"I thought I was doing the right thing back then," he tried to explain, his voice thick with emotion. "When we were kids…"
Sam shook his head, turning to kiss Dean’s palm. "Dean…"
"You were too young," Dean continued. "I didn’t think you understood that this was wrong, that it could end up hurting you, hold you back from ever having a real relationship. And I didn’t want it to keep you from having a life away from hunting, like I knew you dreamed of, because of some twisted sense of loyalty to me. I just…didn’t think you knew what you wanted."
The words tumbled out of Dean, desperately needing his brother to understand why he pushed him away so many years ago. To forgive him.
Sam looked at him with such a tender, compassionate expression that Dean’s heart lurched in his chest. His brother leaned in close, lips brushing Dean’s ear.
"All I ever wanted was you."
Dean’s soft cry was muffled by Sam’s shoulder as the younger man pulled Dean to him. Dean’s arms wound around Sam’s back, clutching tightly, and his voice broke as he whispered, "I love you, Sammy."
They eased apart a few moments later and Sam brushed away a single tear that had managed to escape Dean’s hazel eyes.
"I know what you want me to say, Dean," Sam began. "But there is nothing to forgive you for."
"Sam, I—"
"You took care of me my entire childhood. Looked out for me, protected me," Sam continued. "I know all you wanted was what was best for me. At the time I was so confused. I knew you felt something for me, too, but you kept pushing me away."
Dean tried to turn his head away, but a soft grip on his chin prevented him.
"I know now that you were right to do that, Dean. It just…wasn’t the right time for it, back then. I don’t think either of us was mature enough to deal with it. Especially me. And if we had started something…like you said, would I have stayed instead of going off to Stanford? I honestly can’t answer that. I’m not sure what I would’ve done."
Sam shook his head, bangs falling across his forehead. "But it doesn’t matter. We found our way back to each other. And it was worth the wait."
Dean smiled softly. "I’ve missed you, Sam."
"God, Dean, I’ve missed you, too."
They held each other close, trying to make up for lost time with touches and kisses, mapping each other’s bodies with mouths and hands. Sam’s fingers brushed over Dean’s temple and he pulled back slightly.
"How’s your head been feeling?"
Dean shrugged. "Better, I guess. There’s still this low-grade throb, like, behind my eyes. It’s not nearly as intense as it’s been these last couple of days, though."
With a sigh, Sam settled on his side next to Dean, who lay on his back. "What do you think that thing was? The sphere? What’s it’s purpose?" he asked the older hunter. "I don’t remember seeing any markings on the base, to give us a clue as to it’s origins."
Dean looked up at the ceiling, lost in thought for a moment. "Well, we’re dealing with necromancers, right? They’re all about cheating death. Maybe that thing’s purpose is to swap bodies. Trade yours in for a new one if you get sick or something. Put your consciousness into a healthy body and go on your merry way."
"But Dean, we didn’t swap bodies," Sam pointed out.
Dean rolled onto his side to face his younger brother. "Yeah, I know, but the more I think about it, I’m sure that’s what it’s purpose is. I just don’t think it expected to encounter someone as…unique as you, Sammy."
"My abilities?"
Dean nodded. "It’s like it tried to switch us, but when it came up against what all was in your brain it couldn’t deal with it or something and the process stopped halfway through." Dean smirked. "I think you broke it, Psychic Wonder."
"Don’t even say that, Dean," Sam’s voice was deadly serious. "We’ve got to get back to it, figure out how to fix us." His words turned soft and worried. "I’m sorry for causing this whole mess. I never should’ve touched it to begin with. I hate what it’s doing to you, Dean."
"It’s not that bad—" Dean tried to deny.
"Yes, it is," Sam countered. "The visions are so much worse for you than me – the headaches, the bloody noses, Christ, Dean, you passed out."
"Sam, stop." Dean squeezed the young man’s shoulder. "I’m okay with this," he insisted.
His brother opened his mouth to protest but Dean cut him off. "Stop looking at this negatively."
"What? How can I not? What’s so positive about it?" Sam demanded.
A slow grin spread over Dean’s face. "Because without all this happening, we wouldn’t be where we are. Right here. Right now." He cupped his hand around the back of Sam’s neck. "Now shut up and c’mere."
And Sam did.
PART THREE
