When they got back to the motel, Dean watched Sam go into the room and then strode to the lobby. He tried to get a separate room for himself, even offered the guy behind the desk extra money, but he was told 'no dice.'

He strode back and opened the door with trepidation. Sam was sitting on his bed, looking at him... like he had any answers. This was the part of the night where they'd usually have a beer, fight over what channel to watch, and then sleep. But sleep... it was something Dean didn't want, something he'd prevent forever if he could.

He muttered about taking a shower, hoping to hell that Sam would go to bed and sleep. Then he could sneak out to the Impala. Or he could at least draw a damn devil's trap under his own bed. Slamming the door behind him, he turned on the water.

Sam sat on his bed waiting for Dean to return. He had a feeling though his brother hadn't told him so, that Dean was going to get a room alone.
As the door opened, Sam looked over at him. Is this how it's going to be now?

Dean muttered that he was going to get a shower and walked into the bathroom without a backward glance, slamming the door closed.
Sam huffed softly, shaking his head. Dude needed to loosen up a little anyway. If anyone should be freaked it should be him, but he wasn't...not anymore. Stunned a little... When he was 16, and Mt. Hood? Sam shook his head. Wow. He had no idea.

Pulling from the bed, Sam decided to go grab a soda from the machines.
Normally they'd have a beer and watch some TV together, but somehow he didn't see Dean in a beer and TV kinda mood tonight... possibly ever again.

Shaking his head, Sam walked out of the room, closing the door softly behind him and headed toward the vending machines.

When Dean got out of the bathroom, he was fully dressed. Looking around at the empty room, he tried not to panic. The last time Sam had been taken, it wasn't a stranger. It has been him.

Maybe Sam wanted to be away for a while, not that he could blame him. As he put his gun into the shelf of the nightstand, he stroked it longingly. He was a damned coward, that's what he was... a coward who'd fucked up his brother's life, and their relationship for good. Good... hah, for the six months or so that he had left.

He went to the bed that Sam had pulled out of place, and got to work on the ground. Using masking tape, he quickly laid out a devil's trap for himself - his alp, if it was around. He wasn't taking any chances, and his brother couldn't be trusted to protect himself. Damn... he really could use a beer. Yet he reached for his monstrously sized coffee and took a couple of gulps.

Sam turned and started back to the room after buying his soda, popping the top as he walked.

"Excuse me," a voice said from behind him and Sam turned around, frowned slightly as the motel manager walked toward him.
"Another room opened up if you two still want it." he told Sam. Sam sighed, shook his head.

"No, we don't not necessary, but thanks." he told the man, who nodded and turned around, walking back toward the office.
Sam watched him go for a minute, before turning back to the door and shaking his head. Dean...

He opened the door, just as Dean was sliding the bed back against the wall.
"Watcha doin'?" Not that Sam really needed to ask, he could just imagine what Dean had been doing. Devils trap under Dean's bed? A protection symbol under his own bed? Sam shook his head again as he closed the door, taking a drink of his soda, He walked over to his bed and sat down.
"You ready for bed?"

At the look on his brother's face Sam sighed, "You have to sleep sometime. Better here than in the car, while driving."
He pulled up from the bed, setting his soda on the night stand and started to take off his shirt as he walked toward his duffel bag intent on changing for bed.

"You ready for bed?"

Dean just shot his brother a look. That phrase just had so many connotations and none of them were funny right now.

At the look on his brother's face Sam sighed, "You have to sleep sometime. Better here than in the car, while driving." He pulled up from the bed, setting his soda on the night stand and started to take off his shirt as he walked toward his duffel bag intent on changing for bed.

As soon as Sam started to undress and revealed a strip of flesh at his abs as he started to pull up the layers of shirt he was wearing, Dean pulled his gaze away. Pervert. The word rang in his head as he remembered how Sam had looked, shirtless and with his hands bound... his mouth swollen.

Stacking pillows at the headboard, he sat down and leaned against them. Gripping his coffee cup, he curses when the now cold liquid almost spilled from the force. Then he laid his head back, and saw Sam’s reflection in the mirror. This time it brought back images of the sixteen year old that had been spread eagled and had fired his imagination in diabolical ways.

Letting out a deep breath, he turned the t.v. on. An Evangelical priest appeared and was shooting his mouth about God’s greatest gift being life, and admonishing people not to waste it, not to give it up when their burdens became to great. Ironic. Dean itched to pick up his pistol, but he just changed the channel instead.

Sam glanced at the TV then to his brother before he grabbed his duffel and headed toward the bathroom.
He came back out a minute later in just his boxers and an old tee he used to sleep in. Tossing the duffel onto the floor beside his bed, Sam walked over to it and laid down, raised an arm, hand behind his head as he looked at the television.

With a sigh, he pushed his hips up off the bed, grabbing the blanket out from under himself, and covered up with it as he sank back down, eyes on the bad horror flick Dean had stopped at.

"The zombies eat everyone in town, only that girl is left and she thinks she's safe only to go to some other place and be eaten. We've seen it a thousand times, Dean." Sam muttered as he closed his eyes,"Go. to. sleep."

The ritual had been done perfectly right this time, Dean could stop worrying. It was fine. They were fine, if Dean would just let them be.
And if it was 'over' as Dean insisted when they had been talking, then there shouldn't be a problem. Unless he still felt that way and he's just lying...
That made more since then an Alp finding a long dead feeling...
Sam opened one eye, peering at his brother, before letting it close again.

Sam glanced at the TV then to his brother before he grabbed his duffel and headed toward the bathroom.
He came back out a minute later in just his boxers and an old tee he used to sleep in. Tossing the duffel onto the floor beside his bed, Sam walked over to it and laid down, raised an arm, hand behind his head as he looked at the television.

With a sigh, he pushed his hips up off the bed, grabbing the blanket out from under himself, and covered up with it as he sank back down, eyes on the bad horror flick Dean had stopped at.

"The zombies eat everyone in town, only that girl is left and she thinks she's safe only to go to some other place and be eaten. We've seen it a thousand times, Dean." Sam muttered as he closed his eyes,"Go. to. sleep."

The ritual had been done perfectly right this time, Dean could stop worrying. It was fine. They were fine, if Dean would just let them be.
And if it was 'over' as Dean insisted when they had been talking, then there shouldn't be a problem. Unless he still felt that way and he's just lying...
That made more since then an Alp finding a long dead feeling...
Sam opened one eye, peering at his brother, before letting it close again.

He gave a grunt of agreement but continued to watch because that was besides the point. There was nothing like watching a movie over and over and saying the lines in your head. It kept you from thinking of other things.

After a while, he realized that despite his exhaustion, he was highly aware of Sam’s every movement. Every shift of his body. Every audible breath. It scared him.

For the love of God, don’t let me turn into that monster again.

*

It was pitch black. He couldn’t see .. couldn’t penetrate the darkness. Sam? Sammy! He shouted for his brother, his hands gripping the cold and rough walls of the cave as he desperately searched. Answer me, dammit. Sam!

He heard the sound of pebble skittering over stone and blindly followed it, scraping his knee on a boulder. Sam!

A light flickered. He moved faster, stumbling but never stopping. Sam? Sam?

Taking two steps into the cavern, he froze. No... oh no.... no!

His gaze clung to the sight of Sam standing against the wall, shackled to it, and wearing a red blindfold. All he could do was stare his soft innocent lips, and watch his brother’s throat convulse as he swallowed. Just like that, he was rock hard.

A gorgeous demon appeared. “Go on Dean. You said you didn’t deserve to go to hell. Earn your way in.”

NO. No... no..... But his treacherous body had other plans.

Sam dozed on and off, the last time he woke, Dean was asleep. He could tell by the steady rhythm of his breathing, even though Sam was facing away from him. TV was still on, though the channel was nothing but snow now.
Sam rolled over, looking at his brother who still had the coffee cup braced between his legs as he laid there sprawled on the bed, looking like someone had just dropped him out of the sky into that position.

He pulled up on the bed, frowning slightly as he looked for the remote, finding it on the floor.
Reaching for it, Sam aimed the remote at the TV turning it off. At some point Dean had turned off all the lights, probably expecting his OD of Caffeine and the stupid television to keep him awake. Sam huffed as he pulled from the bed, walking over to his brother.

Reaching down he slowly pulled the coffee cup from between his legs, setting it on the night stand, then reached for the blankets, intent on covering him up when a thought occurred to him.

Sam looked back at his brother's face and smirked slightly, before stepping around the bed.
He crouched down, unzipped the duffel they kept their supplies in and grabbed some rope, then walked back over to the bed. "Sorry, bro. You'll thank me for this later." he whispered as he began tying first one of Dean's wrist's to the bed, then the other.
As he worked Dean moaned, his head thrashing, frowning. He was dreaming. Apparently not a very good dream.

Sam finished tying Dean's wrists and sat down on the bed beside his brother, glancing down to be sure Dean's boots were off, which they were.
It was the he noticed the bulge in Dean's jeans. "Not such a bad dream after all?" Sam whispered, as he leaned down, his lips near Dean's ear.
"Dean, wake up. We need to talk." he whispered. "Deeean, wake uuup...." he grinned hearing his brother mumble then still suddenly.

(JP: Fetish/Sam; Cas/Dean)


“Huh, Sammy?” Opening his eyes and seeing Sam in his face, Dean almost had a heart attack. “Run... run from me, Sam.” The image of Sam helplessly writhing under him was so strong, he thought he’d been at it again. His heart thundered. “Deaf... run!”

Sam frowned slighly at him, shaking his head, "No, Dean. I'm not running. And we need to talk."

Dean took a couple of ragged breaths and realized something was not right. Getting ready to push Sam away, he found he couldn’t move his hands. Rope was cutting into his wrists with every tug. “Sam, what the fuck!” he shouted. “Cut me loose. Now.”

Sam pulled back, shook his head, "No, Dean. If I untie you, I can't get the truth out of you." he licked his lips, "So, like I was asking you earlier. The Alps, they can't just find something that's 'over' as you put it, so... you do still think about it, don't you?"

He blinked. “What is this? Revenge?” He cocked his head. “Go on, have at it. Gun’s right there. Or maybe you want to hit me. Go ahead, hit me,” he lifted his chin. “Go ahead and fucking hit me Sam. Do it... godamnit, do it!”

Sam sighed and shook his head as he reached down, unbuttoned Dean's jean's slowly unzipped the zipper. "When you feel like answering my question, let me know."

“What the—“ He gritted his teeth, “stop that.” Whipping his leg around, he trapped Sam’s waist between his legs, trying to stop him. Heat emanating from Sam’s body soaked through his jeans and suddenly Dean was all too aware of Sam. “Christo,” he spat, releasing him like he’d been burned.

Sam pushed away from the bed, shook his head as he sighed. "So now you want to wrestle?" Sam asked him as he walked around to the head of the bed. Leaning over, he hooked his thumbs in Dean's waistband before looking up at him. "My answer?" Sam asked him. "And before you say the entire exorcism rite, Dean, I'm not possessed. Now, my answer." It wasn't that Dean's reaction to the question hadn't in itself answered it already. Because apparently, Dean did still think about it. But, he wanted Dean to admit it...to him...to himself.

His eyes drilled into Sam’s. He couldn’t believe this was happening. Revenge, he’d get. A bit of payback... yeah, he’d welcome that. But this... what the fuck was he playing at? He closed his hands around the rope and jerked hard, trying to pull free. “Fuck you.... fuck this Sam. You’re not interrogating me. Now get the knife and...”

Sam tugged Dean's jeans down as he kept up with the angry rambling. He finished pulling them off and tossed the jeans on the floor. "You wanna go for boxers next or are you going to answer me?" Sam asked him, leaning his hands on the footboard as he looked at his brother.

Dean’s heart kicked up a notch. “Sam? What are you playing at here?” There was a plea in his voice, but his brother had that mulish look on his face.

Don’t lean over me like that. Dean’s skin tightened with anticipation. Dirty, bad, wrong. He blew out a hot breath of air. “I told you the truth. Sam I told you the fucking truth... why’re you doing this?”

Sam sighed and nodded, "The truth." he said standing there a moment, unmoving, then quickly reached down grabbing the hem of his own tee and pulled it up and over his head, tossing his shirt on the floor with Dean's jeans. "So, you don't think about it now? Not ever. It wouldn't bother you, wouldn't make you think anything if you found me like you did that day at Mt. Hood?...."

Sam licked his lips, "Tied down, spread eagle, blindfolded.... not knowing it was you or who it was that was touching me... No effect, huh?" Sam shrugged, nodding. "Okay. As for why I'm doing it, well, you won't just give me a straight answer, I needed to know how you felt, how you feel...”

Dean’s gut clenched with need at the images Sam was painting. His gaze darted between Sam’s bare chest and his mouth. “Didn’t know you were into talking dirty, little brother.” His chest rose and fell. “How’s this gonna end? You gonna fuck me and call it even?”

Sam froze, muscle twitching in his jaw as he grit his teeth together. "Fuck you? Nice, Dean, real nice." Sam nodded as he spoke. He reached out then grabbing the waistband of Dean's boxers.

“I dunno, bro, never got to see what I was getting into. Maybe now I can." he told him through clenched teeth as he pulled Dean's boxers down a bit, pausing to look up at him. "Your call."

Dean felt his boxer’s sliding down, pressing against his now aching cock. Oh God, he was gonna see. “Alright! Dammit. Alright.” His gaze dropped to Sam’s hand, then flicked back to his eyes. “I saw you looking so... so fucking vulnerable. It made me feel...” his throat was suddenly dry. “I don’t know Sam, it made me feel ... powerful. In control. Its sick.. why do you want to hear this. God why do you want to?”

Sam nodded, slid the boxers back up. "Because I need to know." he said softly. "The second part of the question, Dean... do you ever look at me like that now... without the Alp? And be honest." Sam told him, hands still on the waist of Dean's boxers.


“No.” He felt Sam’s hand moved and shouted, “wait! I... right now, you’ve got me tied and what the hell... Yeah, I’m thinking back to Mr. Hood. We’ve been talking about it for what... hours... how the fuck can I do anything but think of it?” His gaze flicked to Sam’s hand again. Just a little lower and.... he bit his lower lip. “Chrissakes Sam, enough.”

"And only because we brought that up? No stolen glances, no other thoughts?" Sam pulled at the elastic band a bit more.

“You’re killing me.” He turned his head away. “No.. Nothing else.” He started to tug on the ropes again, trying to crowd out the images Sam had put in his mind out. Forget the alp, if Sam knew... if he knew how affected he was by talking about this... by imagining their positions were reversed, he’d run screaming.

Sam sighed, "I don't believe you." Slowly, very slowly, Sam pulled Dean's boxers down, wasn't stopping, his eyes on Dean's.

“No.” Dean raised his knees to his chest in protest and tried to twist away, but Sam wasn’t having any of it and knew how to pin his legs. His chest rose and fell, he almost came off the mattress as the boxers slipped down and were on the verge of revealing his now fully erect cock. “Sam,” he croaked.

(JP: Fetish/Sam; Cas/Dean)

Sam continued looking up at him, nodded slightly as he licked his lips, "Dean..." His hands moved, slowly pulling the cloth down, pulled the boxers off, tossed them on the floor, but Sam kept his eyes on Dean's. "Still waiting." he said softly.

He felt so fucking vulnerable now, it was ridiculous. Dean closed his eyes tight. Maybe if he didn’t watch the way Sam’s tongue kept slipping out from between his lips. Maybe if he didn’t see how close he was leaning. Maybe he could fight the needs coursing through him even now... Moistening his own lips, he whispered harshly. “This is fucked up, Sam.”

Sam sighed softly, nodded slightly, smirked a little. "That was what I thought too... but I got over it." Sam pulled back, standing straight, hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his own boxers as he looked at his brother. "I'm running out of clothes, Dean."

“What?” Turning his head, he opened his eyes. “You’re...” He couldn’t be serious. First he’d undressed Dean, and now himself? Was he trying to torture him? He pulled again on the ropes, twisting his wrists around, searching for any weakness in the bindings.

Though he fought valiantly, his gaze clung to the front of Sam’s boxers, and he couldn’t help noticing the bulge... thinking how it would feel in his hand. Clenching his fists closed, he gave a strained answer. “You’re making my dick hard, that what you want to hear.” Fuck him, like he couldn’t see for himself.

Sam smriked slightly and sighed, shook his head, "I can see that." he told him, glancing down, before looking back at his brother's face. "That wasn't my question." he told him as he started to slide his boxers down.

Glancing up at his brother Sam tilted his head, "Just so you know..." he licked his lips, "When I run out of clothes, I'm getting on the bed with you."

Dean sucked his breath in as he stared at his brother like he didn’t know him. “Why?” Oh God, the thought of Sam naked and in his bed sent him into a tailspin. All he could see, all he wanted was to push Sam down, to roll over on top of him, to show him what happened to boys who played with fire.

A warning bell in the back of his mind told him no... pulled him back. He changed tactics. “What do you want me to say? Give me the words, I’ll say them. Just stop this.”

Sam shook his head, as he looked down, pulling his boxers down and off, tossing them away, revealing his own hard cock to his brother's eyes. His took his own cock in his hand, pumping it slowly as he looked at his brother. "Your own words Dean. Answer the question." he told him as he started slowly walking around the bed.

He was touching himself. God how many times had he imagined that? How many times had he closed his eyes and seen visions of Sam imprisoned, with Dean taunting him with sexual ideas until Sam couldn’t take it anymore and was driven to jacking off right there?

And now... how could that be happening now. “I’m fucking dreaming,” he muttered, his gaze still laser-focused on Sam’s hand and cock. When he felt the bed move under Sam’s weight, and involuntary moan left the back of his throat. “I don’t know what you want me to say... I swear, I don’t...”

All he knew was that his mouth was burning... his cock was rock hard and pulsing... and his goddamned imagination was sending him to a new kind of hell.

Sam moved further onto the bed, hand moving from his cock as he straddled his brother. "Only Mt. Hood...?" Sam nodded as he slowly pushed his brother's shirt up, "Never again." Sam nodded as he leaned down, kissed the center of Dean's chest before pulling back looking up at him, "That's why you're hard now.... Mt. Hood. Thinking about it."

Sam nodded once more, "Tell me that's true, Dean. Tell me you don't want me now and I'll move. We'll chalk this up to over active imaginations and forget it ever happened." he leaned down, his lips near his brother's, "Can you look me in the eye and tell me that?" Sam whispered, hazel eyes searching green.

Dean could hardly breath. Sam was sitting on him, and just a small shift of his hips had his cock brushing Sam’s ass. Scorching heat pulsed from his groin and had him fighting the rope, this time he wasn’t sure whether it was to run.

And that kiss... it burned like a sonovabitch, but only because he wanted more. More of Sam’s mouth on his skin, more of his hands touching him. And then he wanted his brother under him, answering some questions of his own.

“You don’t want to know what’s in my head Sam. You don’t,” he was insistent, but his determination crumbled when he felt Sam’s hot breaths. Arching up suddenly, he brought his mouth to Sam’s, used his tongue to force it open and sucked hard... demanding Sam give him his tongue. Damn him. Damn Sam for making him feel like this, damn him for making him want this... God damn him...

Sam's lips parted easily for his brother, though he kept his tongue away, teasing him for a few moments before Dean sucked it into his mouth. Sam moaned softly, leaning leaning more onto his brother's form, their bodies pressed tightly together now as Sam's hands ran slowly down Dean's sides

Pulling his head back, Sam smiled down at him, "I take it that's means it's not true. You do want me... Mt. Hood be damned?" Sam asked him softly, before lowering his head, tongue darting out to run over his brother's full bottom lip.

Dean could only take so much. While his brother tortured him, he single mindedly worked the rope on his right hand, managing to loosen it. The instant his wrist slipped out of its prison, he whipped his arm round Sam’s waist and his leg over him and in a single move, reversing their positions. His left arm was still secured, but he had Sam right where he needed, under him, looking up at him with that wide-eyed look that did things to his insides. “You want an answer? Here’s your answer,” he said hoarsely, grinding his hips down over Sam’s, letting him feel the weight of his arousal.

“Now I need some answers.” Bringing his mouth down over Sam’s, he kissed him hard, taking his mouth and leaving him under no doubt as to who was in control. When he pulled back, they were both gasping for air. “Is this you trying to see how far you can push me? What lengths I’ll go to?” Usually he had a pretty good idea of his brother’s agenda, but he was clueless here.

Sam swallowed hard, shook his head as he stared up at his brother, "Not that.... needing to show you. It's okay. We're okay. I want it too." he told him breathlessly before raising his head, crushing his lips against his brother's again.

Dean’s hand slipped up Sam’s throat, his thumb pressing under his brother’s chin as he guided his face from side to side, forcing him to follow his lead. He didn’t believe Sam, not for one instant, and he put all of his disbelief into that forceful kiss, fucking his mouth with his tongue like he had a right to be there... when he knew damned well he didn’t. Fuck... he couldn’t get enough, maybe he never would.

He ran his other hand possessively over Sam’s back and ass, squeezing him, pulling him up hard against his frame as he ground his hips, bringing their cocks into closer contact. It wasn’t okay. Even if they weren’t brothers, it wasn’t okay to want someone like this... want them helpless and writhing, want to own them, want to crawl deep inside him... to possess them. Didn’t that make you a demon?

Sam moaned, arched up against his brother. tore his lips away, breathing heavy. "Needed to hear you say it, admit it... to yourself." His hand moving across his brother's shoulders, fingers in his hair, pulling him back down, "Now show me." Sam told him softly, just before crushing their lips together.

Show me. The challenge coupled with the need in Sam’s voice and in the desperate way he was being pulled downward was Dean’s undoing. The last shreds of his control were replaced by a merciless hunger that he knew wouldn’t quickly be satiated.

He kissed Sam, biting his lower lip lightly, sucking on it as he released his lip and moved his mouth down over Sam’s throat. Raw need drove him to touch Sam everywhere he could, to grope and stroke, to tease.... He moved his hand between them, savagely trying to get his other arm loose and cursing when he couldn’t. “Sam... so sweet... so fucking sweet,” he groaned, dragging his hand down his brother’s chest to his chiseled abs, cursing again when he felt a shudder of pleasure coursing through him.

Need raged like a fire through his system. He grasped Sam’s cock in his hand and started stroking, lifting his head to watch his brother’s expression. “Let go... let go for me,” he demanded.

Sam gasped as his brother's hand began to stroke him, his eyes closing, he bit his lip, hips bucking up into his brother's hand. Hand in Dean's hand fisted, gripping the short soft strands. "Dean... need.." his head thrashed... "Need you... please."

Every sane thought flew out of Dean’s mind as he watched Sam slowly come apart. He teased him, stroked him hard for a few minutes, then just held him as Sam thrashed and sought the pressure. He looked so beautiful, so out of control... so fucking needy. “Know what it would feel like if I sucked you off?” he whispered.

Sam sucked in a breath, lust filled hazel eyes looked up at his brother as he shook his head, swallowed hard before, he closed his eyes again, head rolling to the side as he bucked his hips. "You're a damn tease, Dean." he told his brother before tilting his head back with a groan.

“No I’m not, I’m just fucked up.” That was the truth, but it changed nothing right here, right now. He ran his thumb up and down the under side of Sam’s cock, occasionally pressuring his sack.

Sticking his tongue out, he traced Sam’s mouth, the sucked his lower lip. “That’s how it would feel. And then I’d take all of you inside my mouth.” He’d stopped stroking but was only cupping Sam now, the sensation of Sam’s cock rubbing against his palm each time Sam bucked up driving Dean closer to the edge. “I’d have you fucking my mouth, just like you’re fucking my hand Sammy. I’d have you begging so pretty. Beg me, Sam...”

"Dean..." Sam tossed his head, brows furrowed as he bit his lip, "Come on, man! Tease..." He arched his back, thrust up into Dean's hand, "Fuck! Please, Dean..."

Sam’s urgent cries broke him. “Maybe if you hadn’t tied me so well,” he growled, using his knee to lift Sam partly of the mattress and aligning his cock so it would rub against Sam’s. He wanted so badly to penetrate him, to bury himself so deep inside Sam that neither of them would know where the other started and ended. But he fought the mindless need, instead imagining he was inside his brother with each powerful thrust of his hips.

Sam gave a half chuckle, more just a sigh of air at his brothers words about tying him so well, even as his hips continued to thrust up, needing more. When Dean moved him, aligning them, Sam raised his head, looking down before looking back up at his brother and nodding.

Dean was aggressive and demanding and merciless as he pounded against Sam, needing this like he needed to breathe. It wasn’t enough... it would never be enough. He reached up and with his tied hand, grabbed the top of the headboard, using it to add power to his thrusts, groaning ever time his hips snapped. “Sam... Sammy... oh God....”

As Dean thrust hard against him, Sam moaned and groaned, eyes closed, biting his lip, as he thrust back against his brother, giving as good as he got.

"Dean..." Sam groaned out between clenched teeth, just before he arched against his brother, coming hard and fast between them, his hot seed spilling onto their stomachs, as his brother’s did too, mixing together. "Aagghh.." Sam's head lifted and slammed back down onto the pillow, "Holy fuck!"

“Nothing holy about it,” answered weakly, still thrusting lightly as he rode the last wave of his climax. There was always a cost... always, but he was too tired now to think about it. Too tired to roll off Sam. Too tired to do anything but kiss him one more time, and drop his head onto Sam’s chest.

Sam sighed softly to Dean's 'Nothing holy about it' comment, even as Dean kissed him one last time before dropping his head to Sam's chest.
Why did he have to be so gloom and doom about it? Hadn't he just proven to Dean that it was okay? That they were okay?

Wrapping his arms around his brother, he held Dean tightly to him as his eyes slowly slid closed.
He would have ever in a million years thought they would be here, like this, like now... and at first, he had been sickened, scared and horrified, but now he couldn't help being glad that there was one candle that had not gone out that night.

"'Night, Dean." he whispered softly, before letting sleep claim him.