A couple of hours later, Sam was literally having the time of his life. From the moment he'd been tackled, and done some tackling back himself, to the walk to the bar and then the beers they were having... the jokes they were cracking... stupid as hell, but so familiar, so them. It was like he had his brother back not only in body, but soul as well.

Chuckling, he touched his beer bottle to Dean's and knocked back a bit of his drink. No shots, he'd insisted on that, but they'd been guzzling beer faster than he was used to. Dad would kill him if he found out. No doubt about it, they were letting their guard down... they were being dumb... engaging in risky behavior, but Sam had had it with responsibility. The weight of the world was too much for him. And seeing his brother laugh carelessly, make cracks he shouldn't and eye the chicks... God he'd thought he might never see that day.

Broody, constantly angry or sullen Dean was gone. Sam was so fucking relieved, he couldn't hide it. He couldn't help touching Dean, or giving him half hugs, and grinning like an idiot in the face of his wise cracks and set downs.

"Oh man... my stomach is hurting," he halfheartedly complained. "I can't believe you're the one who stole that statue from in front of the school and sat her in dad's car... why didn't you tell me?" John Winchester had not been pleased to find a statue of a saint clad in lacy underthings laying in his car with his shorts discarded on the ground. Their father wasn't an easy man to fool, but Dean had dripped with innocence as they answered their dad's questions and he finally came to the conclusion that some local hoodlums had played the trick and grabbed his shorts from the duffel bag in the truck.

Practically hanging off Dean's shoulder, he tried to speak through his laugher. "I can't believe you didn't crack... fuck... you were so damned cool."

Dean wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol, or just seeing his brother so damned relaxed and happy, really genuinely happy, but it felt like the weight of the world had been suddenly lifted off of his shoulders. It was a good feeling. Damn good.

Just for a few hours being able to forget completely about all the shit they were going through. Forgetting about werewolves and hunters. Forgetting how practically the whole world was against them right now. Well, fuck the rest of the world.

Right now it was just him and Sammy. Just like it should be. For the first time in years they were just brothers again, and as far as Dean was concerned, right now everything was right in the world.

Fuck he had missed Sam so damn much. He almost didn’t care about the hot chicks that were eyeing them both with obvious interest. Though he let himself look and leer more out of habit than anything else, his attention was almost solely focused on Sam and nothing else. And if they both got more touchy feely as they got more booze into their systems, Dean didn’t mind it in the least.

At the moment Dean was trying hard not to choke on his beer with laughter when he finally admitted his guilt to his brother about one of the only pranks he’d pulled on their dad and actually gotten away with it.

“Why didn’t I tell you? Because you would have given me away, bitch.” Dean laughed, poking his brother in the ribs before slipping his arm comfortably around the younger man’s waist. Supporting his tipsy brother as Sam hung onto him, both of them giggling like they were twelve years old again.

“I rehearsed that in front of the mirror for a week, and still I almost lost it seeing the look on his face.” Dean admitted, still laughing as he took another swig from his nearly finished beer. He’d almost lost track of how many they’d had between them.

“I swear if you tell Dad, I am going to end you.” Dean said but effect of the threat was rather lost by the warmth in his voice. Tugging Sam a little closer to his side, hugging him tighter. The younger man’s hair tickling his nose a little when he turned his head and he closed his eyes as he inhaled his brother’s warm, clean, scent. God, Sammy smelled so good… It made Dean feel like he’d finally come home…

The threat whispered in Sam’s ear just made him want to laugh more. He turned his head, “come on Dean, just when have I ever told on you.” There was that look, the one their dad had perfected, the one that made him feel three years old all over again. “Okay... I was a kid, dammit.”

Finding himself in yet another hug, Sam lost every one of his regrets at having cuffed Dean. It might be selfish of him, but freaking his brother out had been worth it if this was the result. It had caused Dean to realize how bad things would have been if he’d gone off that bridge, and the change was... well it was like a miracle.

It was like Dean had found new life, and okay maybe he was taking to more like Sam might with all the hugs and touchy feelies but Sam wasn’t complaining. Hell, not being shoved away at the first sign of touching felt good once in a while.

“I don’t think I need anymore, I’m totally buzzed,” Sam tried to wave Dean off as his brother ordered more drinks. “Seriously...” Only the word came out sounding like a damn giggle. “Don’t even say it,” he pointed at Dean to head him off at the pass.

“You are such a fucking lightweight, Sammy…” Dean chuckled as he leaned his forehead against his brother’s shoulder. He was practically nuzzling against the younger man’s neck, however since Sam didn’t seem to mind it, he couldn’t bring himself to stop. His brother was just so damn warm, smelled so good… felt so good…

OK, maybe he was more than a little tipsy too right now, but he wasn’t about to admit it, and he wasn’t ready to leave the bar yet either.

“Just a couple more, then we can go. Scouts honor.” Dean finally said, pulling his head off of his brother’s shoulder to give him a rather sloppy grin, holding up his hand with his fingers in a Vulcan ‘V’ shape with a laugh. He was trying for persuasive, but he had the feeling he wasn’t pulling it off as well as he normally did.

Dean suddenly realized how close they really were. Barely inches between their faces, the younger man’s eyes huge and just a little glazed from the booze. He wondered why he’d never really noticed just what… pretty… eyes Sam had. Especially when they were looking at him like he was the most important thing in the universe. It made him feel even warmer than he was with all the liquor in his system.

The elder man’s gaze drifted down to his brother’s lips almost against his will. Soft. Pink. Inviting. Those lips had been wrapped around beer bottles all night, and it wasn’t too much a stretch to imagine them wrapped around…

The waitress returned with their next round and Dean blinked, like he was coming out of a trance. Picking up the fresh cold bottle and taking an extra long pull from it, hoping it would cool him down a little, before he settled back in the booth. It didn’t work. Heat was still pumping through his veins as he looked at his baby brother sitting next to him. His arm still wrapped comfortably around Sam’s waist. His fingers fitting easily into the junction of his hip.

Sam vehemently denied being a lightweight and reached for the bowl of pretzels. "I just don't want alcohol oozing out of my pores, nothing wrong with that," he insisted, for a second feeling as if Dean was checking out his pores. Laughing, he elbowed him to cut it out.

Then in response his brother's challenge, Sam started to tell a good college drinking story. Only when he got near the end, he remembered that he left early. "Dude, I had a test the next day, alright? I would have drunk all night if..." There was nothing more irritating and joy-giving than the utter disbelief in Dean's eyes. "This doesn't prove anything."

Lifting his chin, he went ahead and knocked back some more beer and set the bottle down. "Satisfied? And...ah... I'm not THAT drunk." His gaze flicked down to where Dean was still holding him at his waist. "I'm not about to slip off the chair and embarrass you. I swear." Shaking his head, he started to slip out of the booth. "Gotta go to the head, but no more for me."

He steadied himself and remembered the bathrooms were accessible only from the back parking lot. Hick towns... gotta love em.

*

Sam walked out of the bathroom and started back toward the entrance of the bar when he heard the crunch of boots on the ground behind him. As he started to turn, he heard a woman snarl, "get him."

Next thing he knew, he was fighting something that moved so fast, it drew blood from his cheek before he could even see it. He struck out, his fists pounding what felt like human flesh. "What the..."

The struggle was brief. The woman was tugging his head back by the hair as the other man, the one whose eyes had shone yellow, pinned Sam's arms behind his back. First he'd thought it was a demon though the yellow eyes threw him, but as the woman sniffed him, he just knew. Oh God, Dean...

"Where is he?"

"Who?" Fuck, his head was pulled back so far, his throat was exposed and she was making no bones about what she intended.

"I smell him on you. Is he inside?" Her lips curled up as her companion shook his head. "Then he'll come out for you."

"I don't know what you're talkin' about. I'm just here for a beer... what do you want?" He bit his lip as his arms were painfully pulled higher. His struggles only made it worse. Oh God Dean, don't come out, don't...

A group of people came out of the bar and Sam found them easing their hold a little, so they looked more like they were talking, but they meant business. He could tell. Blowing out a breath, he scrutinized her face. She had sharp, attractive features and long hair, but her mouth... it was literally twisted into a cruel smile.

"Smile... he's coming," she purred thickly, her nostrils flaring and her heart beating with excitement.

After a good ten minutes of sitting alone in the bar, nursing his beer slowly while he waited for Sam to return, Dean realized he was bored. In the space of that time he’d been hit on three times. One of the women making her offer very clear by practically putting her hand down his pants even after he’d politely refused once.

Under normal circumstances that wouldn’t have been so much of a problem, he kind of liked a woman who was a little aggressive and knew what she wanted. But right now for some reason it only irritated him. He was here to have a good time with his brother, damn it. Not to be groped by some blonde bimbo.

Shaking the said bimbo off of him roughly, practically knocking her onto the floor as Dean stood up abruptly, he headed for the door. He heard her call him a fucking fag on the way out but he ignored the insult completely.

Just how the hell long did it take to take a piss? Sam hadn’t had that much to drink.

Dean froze as soon as he stepped out of the smoke filled bar. Something in the air making the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end, and somehow he knew even before he rushed around the side of the building. Stopping dead in his tracks when he saw them. His heart freezing in his chest in fear seeing the werewolf holding his brother, even as his blood began to boil with rage.

“Let him go, Cassandra.” Dean growled viciously. His hands curling into fists at his side.

“Dean.” Sam looked miserable, not only because he was in a death grip, but because it was his fault they were in this sitch, and his brother was facing his demons... again. Sorry... his eyes said.


Cassandra gave a throaty laugh and tugged Sam’s hair, before letting him go and strutting toward Dean and crooking her finger at him. “Hello, lover. You’re looking...” she licked her lower lip and let her gaze roam all over him. “... fuckable.”

Sam winced. Shit... that woman didn’t play around. He tried again, to get away from the male werewolf and got his shoulders wrenched for all his troubles. He tried to keep the sound of pain to himself.

“Oh... you ARE glad to see me,” her voice was thick with triumph. “Don’t deny it lover, I don’t even have to look at your pants... I can smell your arousal.” Without turning, she told the other wolf, “Alex, break his arm if this one gives me any trouble.”

With a malicious smile, she leaned in and kissed Dean hard, putting her hand behind his head, and forcing her tongue inside his mouth. When she pulled back, there was blood on both of them. “You belong to me. I found you. I made you. Your body already recognizes this, now it’s time for your head to catch up.”

Dean's eyes flickered away from the werewolf bitch in front of him for a moment to his brother, trying to reassure the younger man without words. Everything would be fine. He wouldn't let anything happen to him.

His attention quickly turning back to Cassandra with a deep scowl as she motioned for him to come closer, and having little choice with his brother held captive he did so. Doing his best not to squirm beneath her leering gaze.

Though it was difficult to hide his surprise when she mentioned his 'arousal'. Was she out of her fucking mind. He wasn't… Dean's eyes flickered almost involuntarily towards his brother and realization dawned.

He growled when she ordered the bastard holding his brother to break Sam's arm if he gave her any 'trouble' but he wasn't about to risk them hurting his brother so he remained immobile as she pulled him in closer. Her lips crushing his, making his stomach twist like he was going to be sick, but he opened his mouth for her anyway. Returning her kiss with equal ferocity, afraid if he didn't Sam would pay for it.

When she finally released him Dean licked at the corner of his mouth, the blood dripping from his lip where she'd bitten him.

"Fine. You have me now. Let him go."

“No! No Dean... fu...” Sam made a face as he staggered back. He couldn’t let Dean do this, he couldn’t lose him now... not now, not after all this. “What do you want from him? You already bit him.”

Cassandra raked her nail over Dean’s mouth. “Not much. Just him.” She walked around Dean, very slowly, dragging her hand over his stomach, side and cross his back, then leaning in and whispering close to his ear. “Glad to see you’re changing your tune, lover. It’s hard to resist... and harder the closer it gets to the full moon.” Nipping the cartilage of his ear, she added, “we could take him with us. A little mating present.”

A cell started to ring. Alex, pulled it from his belt clip, still holding Sam with one hand. “We need to get a move on it.”

“I say when,” she snarled, her eyes flashing yellow as her nails extended for an instant.

Sam’s heart started to pound. “Yeah, take me with you.” He nodded, despite the fury in his brother’s eyes. “Seriously, or I will hunt you down.”

“He’s one of the men who killed our people,” Alex told her, dragging Sam closer to Cassandra and Dean.

Swallowing, Sam looked down toward his right hip, then met Dean’s eyes again. His eyebrows shifted up, just a little.

Dean really wished his brother would just shut the fuck up. He threw a glare at Sam, clearly ordering him to shut his mouth and just let him handle this, but whenever had the stubborn young man ever listened to him for his own good?

His eyes flickered back and forth between the werewolf bitch and the one holding his brother. Shivering in disgust as her hand trailed over his body, though hopefully she would mistake it for desire. He looked at Sam again, his heart leaping into his throat when she ‘offered’ to bring his brother with them. To use him as leverage, no doubt. To make sure he stayed in line…

His heart started to beat harder as his fear for his brother grew. God, damn it Sam! Shut the hell up! They was no way they were going to let the younger man go now. They were going to either kill his brother now, or take him with him, and kill him later.

Nothing Dean said or did was going to stop them…

“You don’t need him. Let him go now, and I’ll do whatever you want…” Dean tried anyway, his voice low and suggestive of everything he knew she wanted from him. He saw his brother’s eyes flicker down. It was just the barest look, but Dean understood and gave a slight nod.

Dean didn’t wait for Cassandra’s response then. Lunging for his brother and the werewolf holding him. The man stumbled back, away from his ‘attack’, still holding onto Sam but Dean wasn’t going for the werewolf. His hand closing instead around the grip of the gun tucked into the waistband of his brother’s jeans. Pulling it free Dean turned, aiming it directly between the werewolf bitch’s eyes.

“Tell him to let my brother go, or I swear you’ll be dead long before he is.” Dean growled, his finger on the trigger.

Cassandra snarled in frustration and took a step toward Dean, stopping when she saw his finger move. What were the chances...

Sam started to struggle again. “Silver bullet. Blow her away, Dean... do it,” he pushed his weight back, trying to get the man holding him off balance.

“Let him go,” she said, through clenched teeth, her gaze darkening as the two men continued their struggle and both ended up on the ground. “Make no mistake... you’re mind. Soon, very soon you’ll come sniffing around me ... in heat,” she emphasized. “You’ll have a lot of making up and begging to do, lover.”

Sam rolled away and got up, standing right behind Dean and keeping his eyes on Alex. His head had been semi cleared but he was still glad Dean was the one holding the gun, he wasn’t so sure he could manage a proper aim.

A nod from Cassandra, and they both disappeared into the woods.

Sam dry scrubbed his face as they both slowly backed toward the bar. “That was close. We’re gonna have to take a car.” They couldn’t risk walking back, that was for sure.

Dean was so close to telling his brother to just shut the fuck up it wasn't even funny. He probably also would have added to quit fucking struggling against the other werewolf before he decided to break his neck or something just for the hell of it.

He won't… he won't risk me shooting his bitch leader… Dean tried to tell himself, but the truth of it was he wasn't sure and that uncertainty was giving him a heart attack. His heart was pounding so hard and fast against his ribs in fear for Sam it felt like he was running a marathon or something. He could only pray that neither one of the werewolves could hear it.

Dean didn't relax when the bitch finally ordered the other werewolf to let go of his brother. Even though he felt weak with relief when he finally felt Sam's back press against his.

He seriously wanted to tell the bitch to go fuck herself. Actually, what he really wanted to do was put several bullets into her head and chest, but unfortunately they only had the one gun, a handful of silver bullets, and god knew how many werewolves were really out there. Even though he'd sobered quite a bit in the last several minutes, even stone cold sober he wouldn't be able to take out an entire pack of werewolves if they all rushed them at once.

Dean didn't relax even when the two werewolves finally disappeared into the woods. Even though he sniffed the air and realized they had actually left, they could be back, with reinforcements. The elder man nodded in agreement, finally lowering the gun but not putting it away. He took his brother by the arm and almost dragged him along as they walked quickly into the parking lot. All the while keeping all his senses peeled for any sign of the werewolves.

Not caring much about finesse he used the gun to break open one of the windows on a car, handing the gun to Sam then as he got into the driver's seat and quickly hotwired it just like their dad had taught him. Barely waiting for Sam to get into the passenger's seat and shut his door before he gunned it out of the bar's parking lot, heading back towards the relative safety of their motel room. One thing was for damn sure, however. They couldn't stay here any longer.

"Are you alright?" Dean finally asked, risking a glance away from the road to really look at his brother for the first time. Noticing the blood on Sam's cheek his fingers tightened on the steeringwheel.

Head against the headrest but turned toward Dean, Sam thought there couldn’t be a more beautiful sight than Dean at the steering wheel again. He should be thinking about how close that had been, how things could have ended a lot different. Or what an idiot he was for going out against his better judgment, or for being under the influence... or a hundred other things that should take precedence, but this was what he was thinking... because it was familiar, and it felt right.

“I’m fine,” he even smiled a little, then blew out a breath. “You? Your leg?” Moving that fast couldn’t have been good for it, but the stoic look from his brother was all that he got, and all that he expected.

He didn’t ask any questions when Dean brought the car to a halt in the parking lot of a grocery store near the motel, and got out. Automatically, he put his arm around Dean and helped him, though Dean was moving pretty fast. “We’re gonna need to head out of town tomorrow. If I can’t get dad, we’ll leave him a message.”

Dean’s tight nod of agreement had him looking at his brother more closely. He was still tense as hell and had a hard look about him. Like he didn’t realize they were okay now.

“So... werewolf chick... you’re right, she has the hots for you bad. But...” he hesitated slightly as they stepped over a cement parking block and entered the lot of their motel. He felt Dean tense and there went the hope that all those beers might have loosened him up when it came to wolf talk. “You know how you said it’s one way? I don’t think you were right.”

His cheeks warmed because he’d checked the state of his brother’s jeans at the same time as Cassandra had boldly made her announcement. “Dean, you were aroused, like she said. Not that she wasn’t hot in a really scary, creepy, I’ll cut your balls off if you don’t ...kinda way... just saying...” The last thing he wanted was to lose Dean because his brother was in heat over that bitch.

Sam’s reassurance that he was fine didn’t really relax Dean in the slightest. His fingers remaining so tightly wound around the steering wheel during the short drive back to the motel that his knuckles were white. The muscles in his back and shoulders were so tight they ached, and how tense he was certainly wasn’t helping his leg any, but he just couldn’t make himself relax.

His brother had almost died tonight. It had come so close. Those fucking monsters had almost killed Sam. It could have gone so differently, and the tension and fear he’d felt standing there virtually helpless, ready to trade himself for his brother’s life without a second thought left him practically shaking.

Dean didn’t protest the arm Sam put around him for support, though the elder man had to wonder who exactly was supporting who right now. He nodded in agreement that they had to leave town tomorrow. Hell, they should probably go tonight, but neither of them was in much state to drive right now, unfortunately. Sure he’d managed the short drive back to the motel, but it wasn’t worth the possibility of wrapping a car around a tree or getting pulled over for DWI to leave tonight.

Besides, in the daylight they would have a better advantage. Even when it wasn’t a full moon, werewolves were stronger, more active at night… It was just one of those things he’d learned.

When his brother mentioned the werewolf bitch, Dean’s jaw clenched so hard his teeth ached and if possible he grew even more tense. Sam really did pick the absolute worst times to satisfy his curiosity. Dean was in absolutely no mood to answer these kinds of questions. Not even questions really. More like accusations.

Just saying… right…

He knew he should just let it go. Let Sam think whatever he wanted, as Cassandra had. It was safer. For both of them. Instead the elder man’s nostrils flared and his eyes narrowed, and almost before he realized what he was doing he had his brother pinned up against the door of their motel room. His previously mentioned arousal pressing firmly against the younger man’s hip as Dean leaned in close to the younger man.

“I was not aroused by her, Sam.” Dean growled softly, and then he was kissing his brother.

It happened so fast, Sam still trying to process why Dean had pushed him and what he was bodily protecting him from, when Dean’s mouth descended over his. As if in reverse order, Sam now felt Dean’s state of arousal, and registered his denial that she’d aroused him.

Me. He means me.

The sudden rush of knowledge and surprise was like a sucker punch to his gut and it was a damn good thing Dean was holding him up. Gripping his brother’s arms, he tried to make sense of this, to protest... to get in his two cents. Only once he opened his mouth, Dean’s tongue slipped inside and it was pretty much over.

Oh God... oh God, he was kissing his brother back... he was putting his arms around Dean and pulling him closer, moving his mouth back and forth against the defined contours of Dean’s mouth... and it felt good. Too good.

A sound welled up in Sam’s throat, and he sensed a shift in Dean... a warning? He was pressed up harder against the door, and his brother was a bit more aggressive, as if he’d thought Sam was trying to get away when that was the farthest thing from his mind.


The harder edge to his brother’s kisses heightened Sam’s excitement. He knew it was wrong, so fucking wrong, but with every motion of his tongue, every press of his body, and every possessive grip... his brother was getting him hard. It was the liquor... it had to be, because why else wasn’t he fighting this? Why did he need it... why did he need it from his brother?.

Fuck. This was so wrong…

Fuck, this was so good…

Some part of his brain that wasn’t drowning in alcohol, lust, fear, and desperate need knew it shouldn’t feel so damn good, but it was. Kissing his brother. Feeling the younger man’s mouth moving against his own. Sam’s hard muscular body beneath his hands. The younger man’s taste on his tongue… He knew it was wrong. So damn wrong. But he didn’t care.

All he cared about was that Sam was letting him. kissing him back. Clutching onto him just as desperately as he held onto the younger man.

He wanted this. Needed it. So damn badly it hurt. He’d been fighting it for days. Knowing it was wrong. So fucking wrong for wanting his brother like this. His brother! But he’d almost lost Sam tonight. Almost lost him…

No… Sam was his, god damn it! His brother was his, and no one was going to take Sam away from him. No one.

Growling possessively in his throat he pushed his body against the younger man harder. His fingers digging into the hard muscles of Sam’s back. Clutching at his ass. Grinding his rock hard erection against the younger man and moaning when he felt an answering hardness pressing against him. Pulling his brother even tighter against him, his teeth nipping at the younger man’s lips, soothing the sting with his tongue.

Perhaps the only thing that stopped him from fucking his brother against the door right where they stood was the sound of another motel door opening a few doors down, and somehow he managed to wrench his lips away from Sam’s. Panting heavily, trying to regain some control, even as it was quickly unraveling again.

“Open the door. Now.” Was all he managed before he fastened his lips to his brother’s throat. Licking and sucking on the soft flesh hard enough to leave a mark.

“Oh God... Dean....” As his chest rose and fell, Sam’s pulse beat against Dean’s mouth. The scrape of Dean’s teeth against his throat kicked up his heart. “Don’t bite,” he said, very distinctly.

His hands searched for the key slot, though how he was supposed to open the door like this was beyond him. He pushed at Dean and earned himself some room, but his body protested the loss of pressure. As he shakily pushed the card in and got the door open, he asked himself what he was doing. What the hell was he doing here? How was this all gonna end up?

The instant they were inside, Dean kicked the door shut and advanced toward him. Sam took a couple of steps back, knowing they should talk it out, but the look on Dean’s face said talking wasn’t in the cards. He looked so wild... so fucking hungry, Sams’ gut clenched in response.

Reaching out, he grabbed Dean’s jacket, pulling him close, groaning as their bodies collided. Surging forward, he fitted his mouth against Dean’s, wanting more of the heat that would prevent him from over-thinking this. Right here, right now, all he knew was that he needed this as much as Dean seemed to. Needed to feel Dean’s strong arms around him, branding him, telling him this was where he belonged.

One more step and the back of his knee was against the mattress. He fell back, pulling Dean with him, all of his air leaving his body as Dean’s weight landed on him. When their mouths parted, he took a few deep breaths. Just when had Dean’s scent been so intoxicating?

Lifting his face, he locked gazes with Dean. “Again.”

Don’t bite…

How the hell could that be his brother’s only protest? Why the hell wasn’t Sam stopping him? Would Dean have even listened if he tried? He didn’t know, and that thought should have scared him. A lot. The all consuming desire he felt for his brother should be swamping him with guilt, but it wasn’t. He simply couldn’t think beyond the need to touch, taste, claim…

He could barely pull away from Sam for long enough so that the younger man could get the door open and as soon as they were inside, as soon as the door shut out the rest of the world, he was advancing on his brother again. A hunter stalking his prey. He’d never felt hunger like this before. Hungry for the taste of the younger man’s flesh. His lips. His body. His cock. Dean wanted it all.

Mine…

His arms were around the younger man again. Clutching and pulling. His fingers twisting in fabric when he wanted to feel bare skin. His mouth welded over his brother’s, lips crushing, teeth clicking, tongues tangling wetly. Swallowing each other’s moans and sharing breath.

Suddenly they were falling, and he was landing hard on top of the younger man. Feeling the air pushed out of his brother’s body, as their lips finally parted, and they both laid there gasping for breath out of sheer necessity. He stared down into his brother’s flushed face, pupils blown wide with lust, the younger man’s hard body pinned beneath his weight, exactly where he belonged, and he knew he had never seen anything more perfect in his life.

With a low growl Dean took his brother’s lips again, pushing him back even further into the mattress as he aligned their hips, rubbing his hard cock against his brother’s. His fingers twisting in the other man’s shirt and pulling hard. Hearing fabric rip, buttons popping and flying but he didn’t care because he was touching his brother’s bare flesh, mapping every inch of Sam’s hard muscled chest with his hands.

Straddling the younger man’s waist, Dean broke their kiss with a gasp and pushed himself up just enough to look. Wanting to see his hands touching his brother, marking him, owning him… and that’s when he saw another mark on the base of the younger man’s neck. Not more than a few days old, and the elder man saw red. His hand suddenly gripping his brother’s neck, right over the mark, as he glared furiously down at Sam.

“What the fuck is this?” He growled.

Holy fuck, Sam had never felt this desperate for anything. As Dean tore his shirt off, he tried to help him, groaning as his brother’s hard, calloused hands moved over him like they owned him. This shouldn’t be so good... but it was... Sam was surging up to meet Dean’s next touch, and his next one... so good.

When Dean straddled him and his ass pressed down against his Sam’s rock hard arousal, Sam almost came off the bed. Fuck... why was Dean pulling away? “No,” he whimpered, trying to pull him back, needing him, wanting it so bad, he was ready to plead.

His mind was fuzzy but Dean’s harsh words penetrated through the haze. “What?” The fury he saw in Dean’s eyes, had him gripping the mattress and trying to brace... to pull away even as he tried to piece together what he’d done wrong. Feeling Dean’s thumb pressing hard into his throat, for one crazy second, he thought he was about to choke him... and then he understood.

“You,” he rasped. “It was you. Dean... it was you.” Somehow, he knew he had to get through to his brother. Though he should be wresting Dean’s hand off, his instincts told him to appease and reassure. “I swear... you. When you were drunk...” He should be afraid... he should want to hide from the look in Dean’s eyes, he should be terrified by the sheer possessiveness his brother was exhibiting, but instead, he lifted his head up and brought his mouth as close to Dean’s as he could.

Fury and arousal. Jealousy and need. Every pounding beat of his heart it felt like fire and poison was pumping through his veins at the same time. He could smell arousal and fear rolling off the younger man in waves, and his brother had every reason to be afraid. As he stared down into his brother’s wide eyes, his flushed face and lips swollen from his kisses, hunger and anger fought for control inside of him. He felt it eating away at him from the inside. Completely beyond his control.

What the hell was he doing? He didn’t even recognize himself right now. It should have scared the shit out of him. Instead all he could think about was how someone else had touched what was his. Someone else had marked what belonged to him, and whoever it was, he wanted rip their fucking hands off…

You…

Dean blinked. His brother’s answer shocking him enough that he paused, staring down at the younger man with narrowed eyes. His thumb brushing lightly over the mark as he tried to comprehend what Sam was telling him. He’d done this? When he was drunk? The elder man stared down into his brother’s eyes, trying to tell if Sam was telling the truth or just telling him what he thought he wanted to hear… No, his brother wasn’t lying, he had really done this…

He knew he should feel guilty. Fuck, he should be fucking horrified by what he had done, instead he only felt… relieved… if that was even the right word. His hand relaxing on his brother’s neck, and an almost tender look entering his eyes as his hand slipped around to cradle the back of the younger man’s head. Pulling Sam up the rest of the way for their mouths to meet again, kissing his brother slowly and deeply. Licking his way into the younger man’s mouth, exploring every inch as though he had all the time in the world.

Then he let go of his brother and pushed him back down onto the bed with a low growl. Desire once more taking over as he sat up. Still pinning the younger man in place and letting his ass rub firmly against his brother’s crotch as he stripped off his jacket and threw it somewhere onto the floor. His t-shirt following quickly. His lust filled eyes never leaving the younger man’s.

Leaning over his brother once more he pressed their bare chests together. With a low rumbling moan in his throat as his lips fastened over the partially faded mark on the younger man’s neck. Sucking a new bruise into place directly over the old one.

Sam mindlessly arched his hips, taking all the friction his brother would allow as he stripped. The stark lust in his eyes was hypnotic and Sam couldn’t look away, even if he’d wanted to.

He groaned as his brother’s weight came back down over him, pressing him into the mattress. As their stomachs slid together, he shuddered with need, and put his arms around Dean, dragging him closer, running his hands all over his smooth back and loving the feel of his muscles working under his palm as he strained and moved.

A weak protest broke from him as he felt Dean suck hard on his throat and heard him make a sound that couldn’t be mistaken... it spoke of ownership, pure and simple. “Such a caveman, Dean,” he managed to whisper, but he wasn’t so sure Dean was even listening.

Oh God it went on and on, until Sam was a writhing mess under Dean, and he was begging to be kissed again. Frustrated, he tried to roll Dean over, and finally his brother lifted his face up. The savage look in his eyes made Sam pause.

The hell with that, he didn’t care who was on top... he didn’t fucking care who did the dominating, he just needed more pressure any way he could get is. Sliding his hands down to Dean’s ass he squeezed, lifting his hips up, biting his lower lip as he strained to relieve some of the ache in his pulsing cock. “Fuck me harder, Dean. Dammit... I need you.”

The way Sam was moving underneath him. Clutching at him. Moaning, and squirming, and arching into his every touch was driving Dean absolutely mad with lust. He'd never felt like this before. So consumed with desire. His every sense, touch, taste, smell, filled with Sam and it was driving him insane. Driving him wild with desire. The desire to mark, claim, dominate. Driving him to take all that was offered and more.

He was trying so hard, so damn hard, to maintain some semblance of control, but Dean knew it was a losing battle before it even began. Now that the dam had broken there was nothing that could stop this flood. He just couldn't stop. He didn't want to stop.

He couldn't stop tasting his brother's flesh, licking the taste of salt and desire from his skin. Growling in pleasure, his teeth coming just shy of breaking the skin as he marked his brother's flesh like he owned him. As far as the wild animal inside him was concerned, he did own him. His brother's body belonged to him, and now everyone would know it. Anyone who tried to say differently, even Sam, Dean knew there would be hell to pay…

This sheer possessiveness he felt over his brother should have scared the hell out of him, but the more Sam gave into him the more it turned him on more. Not that he was giving his brother much choice, and yet, Sam still chose to let him. Giving into him. Letting himself be dominated. Owned…

Only when he'd felt his brother's hands pushing at his shoulders, trying to move him did the elder man lift his head, lifting his mouth away from Sam's throat and the angry red mark he'd left. Almost growling at his brother for daring to try to move him, but the aggressive sound died in his throat when Sam's hands shifted on him again, clutching his ass and grinding up against him. Begging…

Fuck me… harder… need you…

Whatever control Dean had left he felt those fragile threads snapping one by one as he surged forward and crushed his mouth to his brother's again. His hands tugging roughly at the waistband of the younger man's jeans, unbuttoning and then yanking them and his brother's underwear down his legs. Pulling away from Sam just long enough even to practically rip them completely off the younger man. Leaving Sam completely naked lying on the bed in front of him, and for just a moment he paused.

Panting heavily, his eyes drank in the sight of his beautiful brother sprawled out naked in front of him. His skin covered in a light sheen of sweat. Flushed and trembling with desire. His hard cock resting against his stomach weeping and begging for attention.

"Sammy…" He breathed his brother's name in near awe, full of tenderness and love before the wildness took over again and his hands settled on the younger man's thighs. Pushing his brother's legs up and apart and settling between them as his mouth kissed a hot trail up Sam's inner thigh from the younger man's knee to his groin. Biting down at the sensitive skin where Sam's leg met his thigh, not hard enough to break the skin but definitely enough to leave a bruise that Sam would feel for days after this. Lapping at the abused skin to sooth the ache before continuing on his path.

He looked up the length of the younger man's body, letting his breath ghost hotly over his brother's length before sliding his tongue up the sensitive underside from base to tip.

A strange thrill ripped through Sam when he saw the instant affect of his demand on his brother. Dean was all over him, mauling him, taking his mouth with brute force that would leave both of them swollen and aching. Yes, oh God yes. So fucking out of control, he couldn’t get enough as he clutched Dean’s back, raising his mouth to meet every hot furious kiss, raising his hips and dragging his body against his brothers, groaning each time he managed to rub against Dean’s arousal.

Rough hands started to tug on his waistband, and his hand were impatiently pushed away when he tried to help. He was given a second’s warning to lift up as the material was practically ripped off his legs with his briefs.

Mouth burning, every part of his body aching with need, he suddenly found himself completely naked with his brother’s eyes raking over every exposed part of him. Just for a second, when Dean said his name, Sam saw a softness in his brother that was a rare sight. His heart did a very girly flip.

Then he was being manhandled again, his thighs pulled apart as Dean’s head dipped down. He cried out at the pressure of Dean’s teeth against his flesh, his heart constricting with fear. He was shaking his head no, even though the sheer possessive act had him almost coming right there.

But when his brother’s face suddenly moved between his legs, Sam felt so fucking vulnerable. His heart slammed to a stop and he clutched at the blankets, digging his heels into the mattress and trying to push away. A new flush crept across his face, and he wished Dean would just blanket him again instead of stare at his privates like that. Cocking his head to the side, he started to close his legs but his brother wasn’t having it... and then his hot breath was skimming over his aching cock and Sam gave an involuntary groan even before his brothers wet tongue slid up his shaft and had him jerking up under the sheer intensity of pleasure tearing through him. “Dean!” He was panting, and staring at his brother... sharp need warring with the instinct to force Dean back up over him.

He felt Sam try to pull away and Dean’s fingers tightened hard on the younger man’s thighs. His short nails leaving small crescent shapes in his brother’s skin but not caring. His eyes narrowed with a low growl, forcing the younger man’s legs open wide as his mouth continued to explore and tease every inch of his brother’s cock. His eyes never leaving Sam’s as he licked around the sensitive crown, the tip of his tongue flicking teasingly into his slit, before sliding it flat down and then back up its length again and again.

Dean held his brother down firmly, not letting him thrust or buck up into his mouth while he tortured the younger man slowly. Savoring every desperate moan he pulled from his brother’s throat, loving the way Sam trembled harder under his hands, so close to the edge but not letting the younger man come.

Not yet.

With one last teasing lick to the tip of his brother’s shaft, Dean pulled back. Panting heavily as he stared down at his brother and then without warning flipped the younger man over onto his stomach. Still grasping Sam’s hips tightly he forced his brother up onto knees. His heart almost stopping completely at the sight as his hands began to move slowly over the younger man’s hips and the curve of his ass.

“So fucking beautiful, Sammy…” He breathed as he molded himself over the younger man’s back. Pressing soft kisses to the back of his brother’s neck and shoulders, and slowly tracing down the line of his spine with the tip of his tongue. Still holding Sam in place with one hand on his hip his other slid between his legs to grasp and slowly stroke his brother’s arousal.

Sam winced as Dean’s fingers dug too deep into his thighs. His breath was knocked out of him at the savage warning that had him nodding and stopping his attempts to cover up. There was no doubt about it, Dean would have this his way.

Any fear he felt was gone though, the instant Dean attacked his cock with his mouth. His tongue and mouth never stopped moving, never stopped touching and teasing, making him so fucking hard and needy, he thought he was gonna die. He tried to fuck Dean’s mouth, needing it so bad, but Dean had him pinned and wasn’t letting him find the relief he needed.

“Oh God, oh God Dean, please... please... Dean,” he was thrashing his head from side to side and clutching and twisting the sheets as he strained for more, begged for it till his throat was raw, until he thought there was no end in sight... that Dean was going to torture him all night. “Dean pl— umf.”

He found himself rolled onto his stomach, still hurting for release. He might have scrambled away to help himself, but Dean wasn’t having that either. Wordless commands giving through pushing and pulling had him rearranged so he was on his knees and elbows. “What...”

Then the rough material of Dean’s jeans was pressed against his ass, his arousal rock hard and nudging his sack. “Fuck... Dean?”

His heart hammered as his brother’s mouth moved down his back and he heard him call him beautiful, which had to be a crock... in this position, with his ass up high in the air. Before he could overthink it, Dean’s hand moved around his waist, then between his legs and suddenly he was being stroked so hard, so fucking good that sounds of pleasure started to break from him. “Yeah... good...“

He felt Dean pressing against every inch of him, the backs of his legs against Dean’s thighs, Dean’s groin against his ass, his chest pressing him down as his hand worked Sam’s cock. Sam took it for a while, pleasure wracking his body with every stroke of Dean’s fist around his cock. But he wanted to kiss, he wanted to hold Dean, he ached to see him.

Bracing his hands on the bed, he pushed himself up, trying to rise up only onto his knees so he could turn his head and find Dean’s mouth. “Dean...”

He felt the younger man shift beneath him, pushing up, and Dean’s hand immediately moved from Sam’s hip to the back of his brother’s neck and shoved his brother back down roughly.

“Don’t move.” He ordered as his other hand continued to work on his brother’s cock. Pulling and stroking and squeezing his pulsing flesh. Rubbing his trapped arousal against the curve of his brother’s ass and watching the younger man with lust filled eyes as Sam writhed and moaned. Feeling his brother tensing beneath his hand. His cock growing impossibly harder, his balls tightening and he knew Sam was close. So damn close.

Just as he felt his brother was going to release, he gripped the base of the younger man’s cock hard, preventing him from coming. Holding Sam down even more firmly when his brother began to thrash, whining in protest.

“Not yet, Sammy… soon… I promise…” Dean practically purred, his hand stroking the back of his brother’s neck soothingly. Fingers trailing down the sweat slicked muscles of his back and sides, caressing his flanks as he leaned over his brother again and started raining kisses over his shoulders once more. Pushed as close to the edge as Sam was.

When he was sure that his brother was not going to come yet, Dean finally released the younger man’s shaft. His fingers wet with the come that had leaked from his brother’s straining shaft. Straightening up, he shifted away from the younger man a little. Kneeling behind his brother and running his hand down the length of the younger man’s spine once more before settling on the curve of Sam’s beautiful ass. Spreading him with his fingers, and slowly easing one slick digit into the younger man’s tight hole.

Sam's protest at having his face shoved back down almost to the mattress was quickly forgotten as his brother gave him what he needed. With each stroke of calloused palms up and down his shaft, with each squeeze, Dean was winding him up so tight Sam knew he was about to blow so fucking hard. He started to fuck Dean's fist, a slave to mindless lust... he was reaching, needing... "oh God, yeah... Dean..."

Just when he was teetering right over the edge, he felt Dean squeeze the base of his cock. "No... no..." he panicked, looking back in misery as all the stroking stopped and his brother's finger pressed in just the right spot to prevent him from coming. His voice was so thick as he begged and cursed at Dean, close to crying... close to telling him to take a hike... so close that even the kisses down his back didn't comfort him.

Dean had no idea... he couldn't know how much Sam needed to come, or he wouldn't be that cruel. He was still trying to make sense of the game his brother was playing at when he realized his brother's finger was penetrating him. He froze... no more protests, no more thrashing or trying to get way... he just froze, body and mind.

Everything changed. The game changed. Once his brother had his finger deep inside him, Sam relaxed a little. He swallowed hard. "Dean, I don't know—"

Blinding heat struck him unexpectedly as Dean started to move his finger deeper. What the... he turned his head, looking back... waiting... needing... not knowing exactly what to ask for, but trusting Dean to have the answers.

Dean bit his lips and held his breath as he watched his finger disappear as deep into his brother’s body as it could go. Fuck…

Sam was so hot inside. So fucking tight.

“Just relax, Sammy…” He whispered as he slowly began to move his finger in and out of the younger man, carefully opening him up, fucking him slowly, he could barely think about anything else except how good it felt. Just imagining that tight heat wrapped around his aching cock as he thrust hard inside the younger man had him nearly blowing his load against the front of his already sticky jeans, and wouldn’t that just be fucking embarrassing after all of that?

God above, this shouldn’t be turning him on so much… This shouldn’t be turning him on at ALL for fucks sake! This was Sam, his little brother… But all the denial in the world didn’t seem to matter, because it wasn’t stopping him. Not the fact that it was his little brother he was getting ready to fuck. Not the fact that Dean Winchester, despite a little bit of experimenting in the past, would swear up and down he only liked women.

Yeah right… and that’s why the sight of his brother bent over with his ass in the air as he pushed a second finger into Sam’s tight quivering body was making the elder man practically spontaneously combust with lust he felt so fucking hot right now. He wanted to just forget about all this fucking foreplay, preparing the younger man, and just plunge himself deeply into his brother’s body. Fuck him hard and fast, take whatever he wanted from Sam and more… God help him…

He met his brother’s eyes when the younger man looked back at him, questioning and so trusting at the same time Dean felt his heart lurch. He reigned in the wild desire that was devouring him up inside through force of will alone. Curling his fingers as he pushed them deeply into the younger man’s body, searching for the place he knew would bring his brother the most pleasure possible.

It wasn’t going to be enough, Dean realized quickly. Sam was just too tight, and he knew he just didn’t have the patience to go searching for something better to slick his brother up with. But he didn’t want to hurt Sam… he’d rather die than hurt his brother.

“Trust me, Sam.” Dean said softly as he ran his palm soothingly over the curve of his brother’s ass, up the small of his back, and back down.

Leaning down to press soft kisses from the middle of the younger man’s spine working his way lower, using his tongue more as he neared his brother’s buttocks. His fingers spreading the younger man’s cheeks wider, and holding him firmly to keep Sam from bucking as he licked wetly down his crease. Tracing around the younger man’s hole stretched tightly around his fingers still working in and out of his body before pushing his tongue wetly in beside them.

Trust me he said. Sam shivered at the look that passed between them.

Putting his arms down on the bed, he bent lower and rested his forehead on his arms, squirming as Dean kissed his way down past the small of his back and between his cheeks. Sensitized like he couldn’t believe, he felt every hot breath skimming over and around his hole. It made him edgy with anticipation... made him buck, until Dean’s hands held him in place and he couldn’t move.

The sensation of Dean’s wet tongue sliding over his hole sent his senses reeling. His whimpered plea was quickly answered when Dean pushed his tongue inside. His entire body hummed and throbbed with need as he clenched around Dean’s fingers and tongue, wanting more... needing it. He bit down on his lip, trying not to beg, trying so damn hard. But he broke.

Rising up, he looked back... he couldn’t see his brothers face at all now. “Dean. I need you. Now.” His voice was desperately quiet, a calm that held back a violent storm of desire.

Shouldn’t he feel disgusted? Shouldn’t he feel the slightest bit of hesitation, or at least embarrassment doing this? This, something Dean had never done for anyone before, and was now doing to his brother…

But he didn’t feel anything but desire and pleasure. Pride even, the way Sam whimpered and moaned in response, clenching around his fingers and tongue as they worked inside his tight body, relaxing the younger man’s muscles and trying get him as wet as possible. Readying him for a much larger intrusion.

He was almost beyond thinking entirely. Base instincts pushing away almost all rational thought. It would be easy. So damn easy to just let it all go. Let the wildness take over. Let it do anything it wanted and damn the consequences. But this was his brother. His Sammy. And for that reason alone Dean held on. Barely. But he held on.

When his brother’s quiet plea reached his ears Dean lifted his head. Pulling back. Their eyes meeting as he pulled his slick fingers out of the younger man carefully. Finally unbuttoning and pushing down his jeans and briefs to the middle of his thighs with an almost pained groan as his cock was freed.

Angry and red, and wet from his own leaking fluids, he stroked himself twice, making sure every inch of him was slick, before he grasped Sam’s hips once more. Steadying himself as he lined the head of his arousal with his brother’s body.

“Relax, Sammy.” The elder man repeated softly as he began to press forward torturously slow. Groaning deep in his throat as he carefully breeched his brother’s tight ring of muscles. Filling him. His fingers digging into the flesh of Sam’s hips almost brutally as he tried to force himself to go slow. Even though every instinct he had screamed for him to just plunge forward and fuck his baby brother through the mattress with abandonment.

Dean panted. His body shook. His heart hammered against his ribs like it was trying to break free from his chest. He could feel his desperate grasp on his control slipping like sand through his fingers no matter how hard he clung to it. He knew he could only give his brother another few seconds to adjust to him. Another few heartbeats… and then he was lost…

Pulling Sam’s hips back hard against him as he thrust forward, filling his brother to the hilt with a cry that was as much defeat as it was triumph. As much pain as pleasure.

He felt Dean aligning himself. Felt his heart thundering. His blood pounded in his head, in his ears. Last chance... if he wanted to stop, this was his last chance... But then he heard his brother and the need in his voice ... the sheer torment... almost had Sam coming. He wanted what Dean wanted, it was as simple as that.

He wanted his brother to take him to a place he’d never been... a place just for them. Maybe if he thought about it a bit more, he’d think he was a sick puppy... but right now, all that counted was the man behind him wanted him in a way that he couldn’t... wouldn’t deny.

His stomach clenched. His fingers twisted around the sheets as he groaned out a heated breath, closing his eyes against the blinding pain as Dean pushed inside. Too much. Too much. He cried out as Dean’s hands bit into his hips, and tensed at the assault that never came. Dean was waiting... he was shaking and on edge... but he was waiting on him.

Blowing his breath out, Sam tried to relax. He imagined it was Dean’s soft tongue again, imagined how he’d felt each time Dean had touched him from the inside. Dean pushed again, this time so hard he was inside him... all the way, splitting him open.

Moist beads rolled down Sam’s forehead. It was gonna be okay, Dean said so. It was gonna be okay. The mantra relaxed him and he found the courage to push back against Dean, push back and squeeze his cock, determined now to give his brother pleasure. “Go on. I know you want to.”

He was flashing on how pushy and possessive Dean had been when he tried to put him in his place by forcing him against the tree, and then tonight, when he corrected him on whom he was aroused for. Even in the coffee shop, when he’d almost broken his wrist, Sam knew now how hard Dean had to fight against his new instincts. That when it came to Sam... he would fight them. The thought alone gave him a strange sense of power over his brother who was intent on dominating him.

Smirking slightly, he turned his head. “Fuck me like you want to. I can take it.”

Sam pushing back against him, squeezing around him, his brother’s words of reassurance was all Dean needed to hear. Not that he could have stopped himself now if he tried, even if he wanted to. He was too far gone to turn back now.

“Sammy…” He growled his brother’s name desperately, still holding the younger man’s hips tightly, controlling, as he started to move. It wasn’t slow. It wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t anything like a first time should be. Dean’s thrusts were hard. The slap of skin on skin audible as he fucked into the younger man with near abandonment. His cock sliding out almost completely and plunging back in deep with every forceful movement of his hips.

Possessive, almost animalistic, growls and groans of pleasure escaped his throat with every thrust as he fucked his brother exactly how he wanted to. Exactly how he needed to. Claiming the younger man. Knowing he was being almost too rough, almost hurting, that Sam would probably feel him for days deep inside, but he couldn’t make himself stop. He could only try to make it as good for Sam as it was for him.

Angling his thrusts to hit that sensitive place inside his brother with every thrust. Reaching around his brother’s waist with one hand and once more took the younger man’s cock in his hand. Stroking Sam in time with the deep movements inside of him. Squeezing, his thumb circling teasingly around the crown on every upstroke.

“Sam… Sam…” Dean panted his brother’s name. Releasing his brother’s hip and sliding his free hand up and down the younger man’s body. Touching him everywhere. His ass. His thighs. His back and shoulders. Sliding through his brother’s hair, petting, and then once more exploring his body.

Then in a quick movement, Dean leaned down, wrapped his arm around Sam’s chest, and pulled the younger man up onto his knees, back against his chest. The change in position forcing his cock deeper into his brother’s body and Dean groaned as he began fucking up into his brother even harder. One hand still working on the younger man’s cock while his other continued to slide up and down his brother’s chest. Pinching his nipples. His lips fastening to the side of his brother’s throat and sucking hard.

The feeling of Sam all around him. His brother’s body. His smell. His taste. All working to drive him to the edge faster than he would have ever thought possible. He lifted his mouth from his brother’s neck, kissing his way up to nibble on the shell of his ear. Panting roughly into it as he whispered, “Come for me, baby… Come for me, Sam…”

It was an order, not a request.

White hot pain pierced Sam’s body with each hard thrust of Dean’s hips. He bit his lip, trying not to cry out, trying to take it without complaint. He concentrated on Dean’s voice, the low primitive sounds coming from him, the way he was holding him... owning him. How hard and thick he was inside him, how he moved like a well oiled piston, relentless... unstoppable. Unstoppable ... for me.

Maybe it was the knowledge that Dean’s world had narrowed to just him. Or maybe he got used to the rhythm, and Dean had regained just enough control to hit that spot inside him that drove him crazy. Whatever it was, Sam got caught up in it and started moving with Dean, bucking back... groaning as he was fucked within and inch of his life. Each time Dean slammed into him, the entire bed moved and Sam put one hand out to keep himself from going face first into the headboard.

His brother’s mouth was all over him, his hands groping, touching, trapping... Sam wanted to touch him back, he wanted to kiss Dean, he wanted to see his face, wanted to tell him how good it felt, how he was making him burn from the inside as well as out, how much the thickness of his voice affected him... “Oh God, Dean... Dean,” he started to call his brother’s name louder as Dean stroked him close to the edge. The bed crashed rhythmically into the wall, punctuating their frantic movements.

Just when he thought it couldn’t get any more intense, Dean dragged him up off his hands. Hell yes... He leaned back, his head on Dean’s shoulder, mouth parted, burning, needing... needing Dean so fucking bad. His brother felt so hard against him, his chest grazing his back, leaving an imprint on him, his powerful thighs lifting both of them practically off the mattress with each upward thrust. And then his brother owned him all over again, devouring him, sucking his neck, claiming his body in every way possible, and commanding him to come.

Refusal wasn’t an option. Sam fucked back against Dean, and thrust into his hand, a writhing, aching, burning mess as the explosive pressure built inside him. He heard Dean calling to him... heard his voice from far. He heard another voice calling... it was his, but he didn’t know what he was saying or even if he was making sense. Spiraling toward a hard climax, Sam thrashed wildly,

“Dean—“ the strangled cry was all the warning he gave before shooting a thick coat of semen all over the headboard.

“Sammy!” Dean all but howled his brother’s name as he slammed brutally into the younger man’s body one last time. Coming harder than he’d ever come in his entire life.

His fingers still moved on his brother’s pulsing shaft, drawing out Sam’s pleasure as he held the younger man still in a vice like grip against his body. Moaning like he was in pain as he shot thick ropes of hot spunk deeply into his brother’s tight passage. So much he could feel some of it leaking wetly out of Sam’s body around him, and fuck if that didn’t just make him come harder. His body practically convulsing with every wave of pleasure that crashed into him.

The sounds Sam made as his cock pulsed hotly in Dean’s hand, the feel of the younger man’s inner muscles tightening around him, milking his orgasm from him, fuck, the smell of hot sex, sweat, and blood… blood from where Dean had savagely bitten his own lip to keep from biting his brother…

It was like something broke inside of him then. His body crumbled, and he almost didn’t realize they were falling until he landed hard on top of his brother’s back. Gasping heavily against the younger man’s skin, still shaking but for a different reason. Pleasure still burning hot through his veins like fire, even as a bitter cold fear began to pool in his stomach.

Oh god…

Laying on his stomach, drained, and borderline unconscious, or at least that’s how it felt, it was a while before Sam realized Dean hadn’t moved after collapsing on top of him. His heart was still working hard to pump thick blood through his veins and making him lethargic, too tired to even move an inch.

His mind wasn’t the muddled mess he expected. Instinctively, he knew thinking would be bad, so he refused to think. But there was something he needed, and he waited.

And waited, but Dean didn’t say anything. Didn’t move.

Sam swallowed. “Dean?”

The silence was deafening, but he felt Dean’s heart against his chest, and heard his uneven breaths near his ear... he knew his brother wasn’t asleep.

“Dean,” he tilted his head to the side, though he couldn’t see anything. “I know you’re a caveman and all, but I need two things from you.” He felt his heart constrict. “I just... I could use a hug,” he nodded, feeling his eyes sting slightly. “And a promise. I need to know you’ll be here in the morning. Can you do that for me?” His voice was barely a whisper.

Dean flinched slightly when his brother said his name. Breaking the silence that had filled the room other than their combined heavy exhausted breaths, and the sound of his own heart thundering in his ears.

He didn’t say anything. What the hell could he say? He didn’t dare move… to tell the truth he wasn’t sure if he even could right now. He felt paralyzed. Trapped by the knowledge of what they’d just done, what he’d done… Like being pinned under a ton of heavy rubble and he felt if shifted one way or another, even an inch, it would all come crashing down on top of him. Crushing him alive.

He wished he could just blame it on the liquor. Unfortunately he knew he hadn’t been so drunk, at least not on booze, that he didn’t know what he was doing, and he wasn’t so drunk that he’d just forget about it in the morning. Forget about how he’d just… how’d he’d just with Sam… fuck…

His brother whispering his name again, the younger man’s soft request, pulled him abruptly out of the downward spiral of his thoughts. Momentarily dragging him back up from the cliffs edge he was dangling on, ready for fall over, where only a crushing death waited for him at the bottom.

For a moment he wondered if Sam was kidding… but, no, his brother’s tone was enough to convince him that Sam was dangling on that edge too, and Dean knew there was no way he’d let his brother fall.

So even though he didn’t want to move, he moved. Sliding out of the younger man’s body as carefully as he could, wincing at the sound his brother made. He was deathly afraid to look to see what damage he might have done, if there was blood… Dean made a soft, shushing, sound. The only thing he could manage at the moment, using what little strength he felt he had left to help Sam roll towards him. So they were face to face once more. He owed Sam that much to give him what he wanted now.

Sliding his arms around the younger man’s body he cradled his brother against his chest. Hugging Sam to him as tightly as he dared, though on some level afraid if he held him too tightly that he might just break him. What if he’d done that already? Dean swallowed hard and closed his eyes as he rested his chin on top of his brother’s head.

“I’ll be here… I promise…” He finally managed to whisper. Even though he was deathly afraid what morning would bring.

Sam pressed the side of his face into the warmth of Dean's chest, feeling as if he'd regained some of the ground under his feet. "Okay, Dean. Okay." His hand tightened around Dean's arm, and he was out before he could say good night.