Dean walked home slowly from Bobby's garage. It was already after dark, but not as late as he'd hoped it would be. Bobby had let him stay and work late, off the clock of course, but had chased him out finally telling him to stop hiding out here and go home. The older man was surprisingly perceptive, and Dean couldn't exactly argue since that was exactly what he'd been doing.

For the past two weeks he'd spend nearly every day at the garage. At first it had been a little awkward going back, but Bobby hadn't asked him any questions about where he'd been or what he'd been up to. Simply clapping him on the back and putting him to work. Dean had been grateful to the man more than ever after that.

It had been good to have something else to think about rather than… everything else. He'd stayed as long as he could. Working long after his 'shift' ended and was surprised when he was done when Bobby pressed a check into his hands. Dean had never expected to actually be paid for the work he was doing, considering Bobby was teaching him at the same time, and tried to give it back but the man merely cuffed him on the back of the head as he practically pushed him out the door and told him not to spend it all in one place.

Bobby was a good man. He really didn't deserve his kindness.

Dean waved half heartedly to the waiters at the restaurant across the street, Daryl and Sarah, as he entered Samuel's apartment building and made his way slowly up the stairs. Trying to mentally brace himself for another painfully awkward evening.

It wasn't that he regretted coming back. Not exactly. He regretted that Samuel didn't look at him the same anymore, and he simply couldn't look at the angel. He regretted how even the simplest conversations they shared felt stiff and forced, even though both of them pretended to be relaxed and didn't notice.

He regretted there was always distance between them now. They didn't sit together on the couch anymore, or if they did he was on one end and Samuel was on the other. At night if he had nightmares he didn't go to Samuel's room. He forced himself back to sleep or he just stayed up the rest of the night, and the increasingly sleepless nights were making him short tempered.

He regretted how he always had to keep his mental barriers up now, not that Samuel told him he had to, but… Dean had a feeling it would only make things harder for them both if he let them down.

It was hard enough as it was. That's why he was spending so much time 'hiding' at Bobby's. Having Samuel so close and so far away at the same time was just as hard as he'd imagined it would be. A little slice of hell. Every second wishing things could be like they were. Wishing even more they could be more than they were. But Sam had made himself clear, and Dean was so afraid the next time he 'pushed' the angel would tell him to leave or hand him off to someone else like he'd mentioned before.

Dean knew he couldn't take either of those things happening, but at the same time he didn't know how much longer things could stay like they were.

Night had fallen. It was way past five, and Dean was late, again. This time later than ever before.

For the first time in weeks, Sam left Dean’s food in the oven, and took his own upstairs to the roof to eat alone. Falling back into his old rituals, he poured himself a glass of red wine and breathed in the night’s air. He listened to the sounds of the city, and tried to imagine he could feel it’s heart beat. Imagined what was going on behind all those shaded and closed windows... imagined what it would be like to be a participant, rather than an observer.

It didn’t take the edge off his longing for Dean. Not in the least. So many times, his mind had sought out Dean’s... trying to reconnect, trying to re-establish the strange and wonderful link that Samuel had thought was such a miracle.

His food sat next to him, steam rising from it on this cool San Francisco night. Sam stared into his glass for a moment, stirring the liquid, before drinking some of it. It had been easy to accept how everything had intensified, colors, emotions, feelings... when Dean hadn’t been so anxious to build a wall between them. But seeing the color drain out of his world... that was a lot harder, for Sam. A lot.

He was being selfish. He was asking for something for himself, not for Dean. Dean was fine. He was learning, and socializing with the outside world. Even earning a living, and damn... the things Bobby said about him made Samuel proud. Bobby wasn’t one to give false praise. He should be happy for Dean... he was happy for him.

It didn’t change the fact that Sam was still walking on the broken glass Dean left behind.

“I’m home.” Dean said as he let himself into the apartment. Wincing a little at the words as he always did lately, especially when it hardly felt like ‘home’ anymore.

The young man was a little surprised when he didn’t see Samuel right away. He wasn’t in the living room, or in the kitchen, or even in his bedroom as Dean took a quick walk through the apartment, finding it empty.

Dinner was already made, waiting for him in the oven, so it wasn’t much a stretch to figure out where the angel was. He knew how much Sam preferred eating his meals outside up on the roof when the weather was decent, but for the first time Samuel himself hadn’t waited to have dinner with him.

Dean was surprised to find how much that realization hurt, even though he knew it was exactly what he’d ‘wanted’. Why he kept coming home late in the first place. No, it wasn’t what he really wanted, but he couldn’t have what he really wanted, so he just had to settle for the increasing distance between them. Hoping it would eventually make things easier somehow.

It wasn’t.

Not hungry in the least anymore Dean simply returned to the empty living room. Stretching out on the couch, since he was alone, and flipping through the channels on the television half heartedly. Not really watching anything, but it was better than focusing on all the loneliness and regret he was feeling instead.

Nicole had asked him out again tonight before she left… maybe he should just say yes… She was nice, he didn't feel for her anything even remotely what he felt for Sam, but he just felt so alone... Dean sighed heavily as he felt his eyes starting to drift closed. Exhaustion from the past couple sleepless nights catching up to him despite the early hour and his depressed thoughts. He was asleep almost before he realized just how tired he felt. The remote falling limply in his hand mid click.

Samuel walked inside, balancing his plate, glass and half empty bottle. At first, he wasn’t trying to be quiet, but the instant he saw Dean asleep on the sofa, he slowed down and made sure the crystal stopped hitting the china.

He took a moment to look at Dean. He looked healthy enough, not like when he’d first come back to him. But there was definitely a sadness that clung to him like a second skin. No, it wasn’t quite sadness, it was defeat. There was a harder edge to him, too, one that he should have developed in maybe another five years, but not in the bloom of youth. How could that have happened in the short period of time he’d been here, when his lifelong hardships at the asylum had failed to dent him like this?

More than one of them felt defeat. The angel hunched his shoulders and quietly headed to the kitchen. As he washed up, he was contemplating waking Dean to eat his dinner, when something stirred in the air.

He closed his eyes, seeking the disturbance. One arm held out, he started to turn slowly, visualizing the fabric of the world, and the geography of the area… where… where was it? Further and further, he reached out, voices, chattering, radios, images of ships and cargo, or children, of the earth being tilled… and then darkness, a big blot that was spreading across the land. Foot prints in the sand. Blood… death… pestilence.

When his eyes opened, they were black with fury. Cain.

*

Leaving his clothes strewn all over the bed, Samuel donned his battle gear. He took his sword, and didn’t notice he’d left the secret compartment in his closet open. When he left his room, his face was as forbidding as that of any avenging angel, and all who could see him would fear to cross his path.

Still, he stopped at the couch and covered Dean, then lowered the sound of the television. Complete silence was more likely to wake him now, and Samuel wanted to be sure Dean would sleep through the night. If he realized Sam was gone, there was a chance he would seek out his mind. Gently, he brushed his mouth over Dean’s cheek, a gesture he’d avoided after Dean had returned to him and then pulled away a little at a time.

In his bold scrawl, he left Michael’s number on a piece of paper under the remote, and then was gone.

Michael put his palm against the door to Samuel’s apartment and it immediately opened. With him, a gust of wind swept into the room. The television was on, and he saw a figure sleeping on the couch under a blanket. Samuel let his ward sleep in the living room? The ward really had Samuel twisted around his pinky.

A few strides had the angel next to Dean. He bent down, his long dark hair falling across his face. “Dean, wake up. I am Michael,” he said, expecting Dean to know him even without giving his title, although he wasn’t hiding behind any form other than his true one. “Where is Samuel? None of us feel his presence anymore. Can you help?” he demanded, even before sleep had left the young man’s eyes.

“Well?” Gabriel burst into the room. “What does the human have to say?” he asked, blue eyes blazing like a burning sky.

“Samuel…” Dean moaned the angel’s name, lost in pleasure, clutching at his lover’s back as he moved inside of him. He lifted his hips with every deep thrust, trying to take him even deeper. Needing him as deep as possible. So he would feel him for days. So he would feel him forever…

Arching his back, the soft fur from the rug tickling his skin, Dean whimpered. Wrapping his legs around Samuel’s waist. He never wanted to let him go. Never wanted this to end. It might only be a dream but it felt more real to him than anything in his life ever had before. He’d never felt this close to anyone. Never felt loved before. Never felt wanted or needed.

“Please… Samuel… please…” He begged unashamedly. Begging for things he knew he could never have, but he didn’t care. Clutching the angel even tighter to him. Begging for Samuel not to stop. Not to regret. Not to push him away.

He couldn’t go back to being alone. He’d been alone his whole life. He just couldn’t go back. Not after being this close. Feeling love like this…

Dean opened his eyes, more than a little disorientated at being pulled so abruptly out of the dream. By a voice he didn’t recognize at that. A face hovering over him he’d only seen once, and at a distance, but the wings sprouting from the man’s back pretty much gave away his identity. Putting the young man at ease only a little.

“What…” Michael? Dean remembered the name. Samuel had mentioned it. But what was he doing here? Where is…?

The young man suddenly felt very much awake as he sat up abruptly. They couldn’t feel Samuel’s presence? Dean barely spared a glance towards the other angel who barged into the apartment. He was already halfway up off the couch, throwing off the blanket covering him, and pushing past Michael as he ran to Samuel’s room.

He froze in the doorway, finding it empty. Samuel’s clothes thrown haphazardly on the bed, something the normally meticulously neat angel never did. But it wasn’t until he saw the closet left open, saw what was normally hidden, Samuel’s weapons and armor, some of which was missing, that Dean felt the first true knife of fear pierce his heart.

Samuel? After so long of fighting to keep his barriers up around his mind he was actually a little surprised how easily they came down now. Seeking the link between him and the angel that should be there. That had been there ever since Samuel had pulled him out of hell, even if it had only been a faint warm spark at the time.

Dean’s face paled in horror when he realized he couldn’t even feel that. There was nothing but a cold silence where the angel should be and briefly he couldn’t help but wonder if this is what Samuel felt every time he put up the barriers between them. Fighting down guilt and a slowly growing panic, Dean closed his eyes and concentrated harder. Ignoring everything else around him. Reaching out like he had the first time Samuel had gone off into battle and Dean had followed, though without a direction this time it was like searching blindly in the dark.

Samuel! Can you hear me? Where are you? Sam…

All he felt was more cold, and though he feared what that could mean he tried to follow it instead. Pushing his way through the dark. Reaching towards it. When the pain finally hit him it dropped him to his knees with a cry and made him glad he hadn’t had dinner. He could barely think through the agony washing over him but he forced himself to keep concentrating, not pulling back, even when he tasted blood in his mouth.

Sam?

Samuel’s eyes saw nothing. Not even the pitch black of his surroundings. The metallic taste of his own blood dissipated long ago. The pain gave way to only numbness. No sound penetrated his tomb, other than the sinister splashing of waves against rock as the tide came in. His heart slowed... stopped. His mind shut down, closing itself off from all stimulation.

But something registered. Something faint. Something familiar. Something worth living for.

*

Gabriel was hard on Michael’s heels as they reached Samuel’s bedroom. He glanced at the mess. “Well, human? Anything?”

Michael frowned. “Give him a chance.” Despite his words, he too was staring at Dean, hoping for something... anything.

“Samuel is gone, and there is nothing this human he put all his time into can do to change it. He’s gone.” Gabriel clenched his hands, trying to hold back the sting of tears. “A mere human... a crippled ward cannot reach him where WE cannot.”

Michael put his hand on Dean’s shoulder, closing his eyes and giving over to him as much of his own powers of seeking as he could. “Keep trying.”

Samuel…

Nothing. There was no reply. Not in words, anyway. Just pain. Samuel’s pain. Dean could feel tears burning in his eyes even though they were tightly closed, yet his tears had nothing to do with the pain. At least not the physical kind.

Fear. Worry. Guilt. Desperation. Those feelings nearly overwhelmed him but he pushed them away. He could feel all those things later, if he must, right now he couldn’t let them distract him. Anger sparked inside him as well when he heard the words of the second angel. He wanted to tell him, whoever he was, to shut the fuck up, but he didn’t waste his time or energy no how tempting it was.

At least the pain meant something.

“He’s alive… he’s hurt…” Dean said softly, his voice strained. It was both comforting and not. Yes, Samuel was alive, thank god, but if he were hurt as badly as Dean feared. Oh god, he was so cold… he was hurting so much… He wished he could say the weight of the hand on his shoulder was comforting. But it wasn’t really. Not right now. But somehow it helped him focus.

When Dean finally opened his eyes, all he could see was darkness, but he could hear. The sound of water. Waves crashing against stone. Cold…

“There’s water… waves… the smell of salt…” He whispered, his own voice sounding far away to his own ears. The pain was starting to fade, and he didn’t know if that was because the connection was weakening or because Sam was…

Samuel, please. Please hold on. Please don’t leave me. I love you… your friends are here, we’re coming, we just need to know where…

And then he knew. Somehow he just knew. Not so much a thought passing between them, just a feeling, but he knew he was right.

“Southeast. Five hundred miles… on the coast… cliffs… he’s there.”

“Cliffs.”

“Five hundred miles.” Michael’s gaze locked with Gabriel’s.

“Baja... no, San Diego... La Jolla. I feel the disturbance... it’s there. Let’s go.” Leaving Dean behind, Gabriel strode out of the room. “Michael.”

Michael put his hand out to Dean.

“We don’t need him.”

“You coming?” Michael asked, ignoring the other angel, and nodding when Dean took his hand.

They raced after Gabriel, their feet barely touching the concrete sidewalk when they launched up into the sky. The wind whipped their hair and burned their cheeks as they sped to save a friend.

*

The grass was soft under their feet, and deadened the sound of their footsteps. The cliffs were edged with white railing. Gabriel searched for breaks and walked to the edge to look down at the beach. Nothing.

“There was a battle here. The taint is dark and from an ancient entity, the sulfur is faint,” Gabriel started to walk away, trying to pin down the parameters of the battle. “Poison. The earth was being poisoned.”

“Explains why Samuel didn’t wait.” Michael started to head in the other direction.

*

Cold water started to slap his face. Sam’s eyes opened, and he felt it. Not it, him.

Get out of my mind. Get out now. He controlled the pain, but he couldn’t control his reaction to saltwater in his nostrils, threatening to drown out his breaths.

Dean didn’t even feel his normal fear of flying. Though he’d felt far from comfortable being held by Michael, he was too focused on Samuel to worry about anything else right now.

We’re coming. Hang on. We’re almost there. I love you. Please hold on… He repeated over and over. Though he got nothing in return, he still sent all the reassurance and love he could over their bond. Praying it would ease his pain somehow. Praying it would help Samuel hang on until they arrived. That he wouldn’t give up… Please don’t leave me… please…

He tried to stay as deeply connected to Samuel as he could, even if it was exhausting. No matter how much it might hurt him feeling Samuel’s pain. Every once in a while he gave updates to Michael. Not that anything really changed, but he did his best to be ‘useful’. Considering he’d almost been left behind.

Dean threw a brief glare towards the other angel who’d said they didn’t need him. Maybe that was true, but even if they’d both refused to take him he would have found a way to go regardless. Samuel needed him, and he was going to be there, damn it. He’d have to remember to thank Michael later…

However when they reached the cliffs, and they didn’t immediately see Samuel anywhere Dean’s heart sank. Where was he? He could feel him, close, but…

Samuel? Where are you? We’re here, please… Dean tried again and again as he walked along the edge of the cliffs. Looking down over the railing at the sea below. The sound of the waves echoing in stereo in his head as well as ears, making him anxious. So close… so damn close…

When he finally heard the weak desperate words in his head, it was like a shout after all the silence. Dean wanted to weep with relief, but instead he only felt terror building inside of him. Because he could feel the icy cold water on his face now. Surrounding him. The salty taste of the ocean drowning out the coppery taste of blood in his mouth. Filling his nose. Choking him.

“Samuel! He’s drowning!” Dean shouted in panic at the two angels even as he started running. Desperately looking for a way down the cliffs. A sign of Samuel somewhere at the bottom. Something. Anything. But somehow he knew that the angel would not be out in the open for them to see. Not the way the sounds were echoing in his ears… like he imagined it would in a cave…

No! I’m not leaving you! Where are you! He shouted angrily back, even as he choked on his next breath. Gagging even though there was nothing in his airway. It was then that Dean came across the tunnel. He couldn’t tell if it was natural or manmade, but it was wide enough for at least two people and had steep uneven steps carved into the stone leading down towards the beach that was probably visible when the tide was low.

Dean didn’t hesitate plunging into the darkness. Hitting his head more than once on the uneven ceiling and scraping his hands as he grasped at the wall, trying to balance himself as he took the steps down far faster than he should have given he couldn’t see a damn thing. He was already up to his waist in icy cold water before he ran into a wall of rocks blocking his path.

“Samuel! Are you there? Sam!”

Sam tried to force calmness on himself, to control the natural panic from drowning, but he knew he was failing. Failing as gloriously as his attempts to throw Dean out of his mind.

Then he heard Dean calling him. Not inside his head, but here. Somewhere close. Demanding he answer.

If he’d been alone. If he didn’t have Dean to think about, he might have let himself slip back into the comfort of unconsciousness. But he remembered too well the panic that welled up in him when Dean was in danger. He hadn’t been able to breath, to think... and he couldn’t let Dean go through that.

Lifting his head up, he coughed some of the water out. “Here... here...” he rasped. Yes, I hear you. I’m... trying. Trapped.

Time had healed some of his wounds, and some of his power was replenished. Putting his hand up to the solid sheet of rock above his face, he tried to make it crumble. His palm grew warm, but a new wave of water came in, covering him entirely. No, not now... no....

Dark velvet wrapped round Sam, crushing him, deadening the pain, deadening the sounds and even the hopes.

*

Michael and Gabriel came running. They could feel Sam’s life force now.

“He’s alive,” Michael nodded.

Gabriel gripped Dean’s arm, and pulled him back, pushing him away far away, before stretching his arms out. Rocks... boulders exploded, shattering into pebbles and grains of sand.

“Samuel?!” Michael called. “He’s there.”

Gabriel worked faster, until the opening was wide enough for him to go inside. “I’ll get him.” The moonlight showed Sam’s figure only a few yards down.

It was a strange sensation feeling both relief and greater fear so strongly at the same time when he finally heard Samuel’s weak voice from the other side of the blockage. Even though the rocks and the ominous sounds of the waves. He knew he was crying, but he didn’t care.

The seawater was so cold he was already beginning to shake, his legs and feet growing numb and he’d only been standing in it for a few minutes. How long had Samuel been like this? Trapped? Hours? Dean tried his best to keep the panic out of his thoughts, not wanting Sam to worry about him at a time like this. But it was hard. So damn hard.

He pushed at the rocks. His fingers clawing at their rough surfaces, trying to find some kind or purchase or weakness. Trying to get to Samuel somehow, but they didn’t budge an inch.

When he was suddenly pulled away he almost didn’t register at first who it was or why and he struggled fighting against Michael who held him back. It wasn’t until the first huge bolder exploded that he stopped fighting to get to Samuel. Letting the other angels do what they could. Even as panic clawed at him like a ravenous beast, because he couldn’t breathe. No. Samuel couldn’t breathe. He could feel him slipping away…

NO!

The second Dean saw light on the other side of the rocks, he broke free from Michael’s hold. Racing through the opening before either angel could stop him desperate to get to the still figure he could barely see underneath the rocks and water. Water that was up to his chest now as his fingers finally curled around cold flesh.

He pushed at the rocks pinning Samuel but they refused to budge an inch. He tried to tug the angel’s upper body up above the rising water but there was simply too much of it now. Dean took a deep breath. Filling his lungs with as much air as he could and dove beneath the icy water. Sealing his lips over the angel’s and exhaling into his mouth, giving him air.

We’re getting you out. Don’t you dare leave me.

Gabriel forced the waters back, away from Sam, then turned to watch the human hovering over him and administering CPR. Only the look Michael was giving him prevented him from tossing the human back again and taking over.

Don’t you dare leave me.

The words echoed in Samuel’s head, over and over, growing louder with every breath that was forced into him. He coughed out the water in his lungs, and still he heard the demands. Hasn’t Gabriel instructed you yet on the deference you must show an angel? There was a warm smile in his thoughts.

“He’s fine.” Gabriel’s eyes darkened.

“Whew, yeah.” Michael nodded in relief, then searched Gabe’s face, and followed his gaze to Dean still working on Sam. “They’ve got a connection.”

A dark flush swept over Gabriel’s face. “He can breathe on his own now.” When Dean didn’t listen, he turned to Michael. “He’s enjoying it too much, this human.”

Coughing, Michael shrugged. “He’s worried, doesn’t understand that Samuel will heal.”

“He can’t have missed the fact he’s breathing, unless he’s an imbecile, which is a distinct possibility.”

Hearing the argument, Sam finally opened his eyes. “Hey there. Shouldn’t you be watching Pimp My Ride or something?” As he started to sit up, the other angels came up to them, and helped him get up. Yet Sam had eyes only for Dean. “Thank you,” he smiled, gritting his teeth only when Michael pulled some stones that had cut into his leg out, so he could heal.

“You’re welcome. Next time you feel like taking something this big on alone, don’t.” Gabriel’s tone was clipped, but his eyes held unshed tears as he crossed in front of Dean, helped Sam out of the tunnel system, and gave him a chaste kiss on the lips.

Michael waited for Dean to scramble out, and followed. He clapped his hand on Sam’s back and also gave him a kiss, to the cheek. “Prettier than Raphael? I don’t think so, his nose isn’t as straight,” he said, laughing as both Sam and Gabriel looked at Dean.

Sam gave an embarrassed cough, while Gabriel hooded his eyes and refused to join in the laughter.

Even when the waters receded, much to Dean's amazement, he didn't pull away from Samuel. Forcing air into the angel's lungs, forcing him to breathe, not pulling away until Sam finally started coughing up the seawater in his lungs. Though the young man's panic didn't begin to fade until he heard Samuel's teasing words in his mind.

I'll show you deference. He sent back, before covering the angel's mouth with his own once more. Kissing him boldly, not caring in the least of their 'audience' or what they said about him. Though despite his relief and gratitude he felt towards the other angels for saving Samuel, he felt more than a little irritation towards Gabriel when he called him an imbecile.

Dean was breathing more than a little heavily and his heart was pounding, though whether from the kiss when it was finally broken, or leftover fear from nearly losing Samuel he wasn't sure. Perhaps a bit of both.

He stepped away only far enough to let the angels help Samuel out of the rocks, but when he tried to go back to Sam he frowned when Gabriel practically cut him off and began helping Samuel back up the stairs of the tunnel. Leaving him to follow, and fighting not to narrow his eyes even more when Gabriel kissed Sam. No matter how light or chaste it was, Dean could see the look in the other angel's eyes. Recognizing the longing only because the young man knew the feeling so well.

Dean wasn't exactly expecting Michael's words, or for everyone's attention to suddenly turn on him and he felt himself flush in spite of himself. He couldn't believe Samuel had actually told someone else that… he thought he was prettier than Raphael, whoever that was. Not sure if he was pleased or embarrassed. But he definitely felt self conscious, especially remembering almost those exact words that Samuel had said to him in their dream… and from the look on the angel's face he knew Sam was remembering too.

Suddenly the distance between them was far too much, and again not caring about their audience, Dean closed that distance and wrapped his arms tightly around Samuel.

Don't you ever do that again, damn it. He sent angrily, however the flood of love and relief he also sent softened the words.

He'd missed Dean so much, it was worth almost dying to eradicate the distance between them. Closing his own arms around him, he answered. When did you get so bossy?

Gabriel gave Michael a surly look. "Did you get a thank you?"

"Well… not quite like that thank you."

When Gabriel turned back, it was to find Dean plastered to Samuel, and kissing him on the mouth. For a long time. "This is unseemly. Why is he letting him?"

"You know Sam and his humans. He probably feels his ward needs reassurance."

"Reassurance is a pat on the head. He's sullying Samuel." Gabe took a step closer. "I think he's got his tongue in Sam's mouth."

Michael clapped his hand on Gabe's shoulder. "Nah, it's chaste. The boy's seen too many movies and is making all the motions."

"I don't like him. He's got Sam distracted. That's why this happened."

"Gabriel…" Michael looked up as the angel launched himself into the sky.

"Sam. Samuel. Sam!"

Keeping his mouth closed as they parted so that Dean's tongue wouldn't be visible as he pulled out of Sam's, Sam turned. "Hmm?"

"What the… what are you thinking?" Giving him a look that spoke volumes, Michael took to the skies.

"Nothing… obviously." He still had one arm around Dean, and he pulled him closer, up hard against him, cradling his head with his other hand as he lowered his mouth in a hot, uninhibited kiss. He'd been wanting, needing this for weeks. In his dreams, in his waking hours… oh he tried to deny it, tried to call it something else, but now the dams had burst and there was nothing he could do to stop himself from acting on his needs for this one man who affected him like this. "Dean," he groaned, rubbing his pelvis against Deans, leaving no doubt as to his growing state of arousal. I missed you. In my dreams… in my life, I missed you. Spreading his wings around Dean, he surrounded him completely.

Bossy.

Dean almost laughed at that, but he was far too busy pressing their mouths back together. Trying not to moan too loudly as he kissed the angel again. Pushing his tongue past Sam’s lips. Clinging to him tighter. Melting against his body as Samuel wrapped his arms around him and held him close. Closer than they’d been in weeks. Closer than he ever thought they’d be again. All but oblivious to everything but Samuel’s warmth. His taste. The feel of his arms. The feel of his body.

God… why did it take Samuel almost dying for them to be together like this? So close… he’d almost lost him. He knew that fear was partially what was driving his need. To be closer. No matter how reckless it was to be doing this right in front of the other angels like this.

So lost he didn’t even hear Michael talking until Sam finally pulled their mouths apart, though not without a small whimper of protest from Dean. He had the decency to blush a little when the other angel asked him, them, Sam what he was thinking. He hoped he didn’t just get Samuel in trouble or something, but at the same time he didn’t give a damn.

They were both soaking wet, but the young man didn’t feel the least bit cold anymore. The frozen empty feeling in his chest that had been there for weeks had broken away and been replaced with so much heat in fact it was probably a wonder he didn’t burst into flames where he stood.

Especially when they were finally alone and Samuel pulled him even harder against his body, forcing a gasp from him but definitely not in protest as they kissed again hungrily. The fact that Samuel had actually initiated the kiss this time only making it hotter and he clung to Samuel’s shoulders, his knees feeling slightly weak as the angel rubbed against his stomach.

“God, Samuel…” Dean moaned as he pushed back against him. His fingers threading through the angel’s hair as he pulled Sam’s mouth back to his for another deep kiss. Missed you so damn much… love you so much…

He shivered a little as he felt Samuel’s wings wrap around him, hiding them from the world. The soft feathers tickling a little and making his body tingle in strange but definitely not unpleasant ways.

“I need you… please…” he gasped against the angel’s lips.

As they hurtled through the skies, Sam’s mouth never left Dean’s. Kissing, tasting, and probing the sweet hot cavern of his mouth, making it his all over again. He burned with a fever like he’d never known before, one that made him reckless and focused on one thing only. Dean.

Dean’s legs were clamped around his waist, the heat of his skin soaking right through their damp, wet clothes. The hard knot of Dean’s arousal pressing into his stomach made his breath catch. He tightened his arms and helped Dean move up and down his body, groaning as the ache between his legs intensified. I need you too. I need you like then. Images from their dream encounter flashed through his mind, hands grabbing … clenching, his mouth all over Dean, teasing him, tasting him, and bringing him to the brink, penetrating deep inside his body with every thrust of his hips, melding them together as one. The friction was excruciating. “Ahhh… Dean.”

He didn’t know how they made it back, only that they were stumbling up the stairs, still touching each other, still hungry and desperate. He kicked the door shut behind him, and dragged Dean back into his arms. “I want strawberry, Dean. I really want strawberry.” He swallowed over the lump in his throat. He knew what he was doing, he knew he would never again be as pure as he was at this moment, that like Dean, he’d never again taste as innocent… but he didn’t care. He needed this, he needed Dean, needed him in every sense of the word, body and soul.

Dean hadn’t quite been prepared when Samuel suddenly launched them both into the air, and he yelped a little into the angel’s mouth.

A little warning might have been nice. He sent, though his irritation was mild at best.

He held onto the angel tighter, not because he was afraid of falling because he knew Sam would never let anything like that happen. Just trying to get even closer to him. Wrapping his legs around the angel’s waist, clutching at his strong back, loving the way his strong muscles moved beneath his hands.

The entire time they flew, Samuel never stopped kissing him. The angel’s hands on his ass helped him rub his aching arousal against Sam’s stomach and Dean had to admit he could definitely get used to flying if it was always like this.

Oh, god, yes… The young man moaned, and obscene needy sound, as images from their dream only heightened his excitement more. He knew he could come right now. Right like this. It would feel so damn good, but at the same time he didn’t want it to be like this. He didn’t want it to be just desperate rutting against each other. He wanted them to be together, naked, in Samuel’s bed, nothing between them. The angel making love to him like he had in their dream. He wanted it to be perfect…

He was glad that Samuel could fly fast.

Samuel didn’t set him down until they’d landed in front of his apartment building, and Dean was very glad for how late it was because he knew they would have made an embarrassing sight stumbling up the stairs trying to run, grope, and kiss each other all at the same time. He almost tripped and fell on his ass twice and he couldn’t stop from giggling, yes giggling, much to his embarrassment. Not like he really gave a damn right now.

Though his amusement faded abruptly once they were home, the door closing the outside world away, and he was in Samuel’s arms again. The angel looking at him like he was everything, and tomorrow Dean would vehemently deny nearly swooning against the angel.

Dean slid his hands behind the angel’s neck and smiled.

“Enough metaphors. I want you.” He breathed against the angel’s lips before bringing their mouths back together. Kissing Samuel slowly and deeply.

I’ll show you metaphors. Giving mental smirk, Samuel started to send him erotic images, his mouth mapping every inch of Dean’s thrashing body, his hand around Dean’s shaft, his thumb rubbing the sensitive underside of his cock in slow, lazy circles, and Dean’s hand wrapping around him...

He was holding Dean so tight, they could barely move against each other, heightening the tension and need building between them. He didn’t know how long he could take it, kissing, satisfying himself with the play of their tongues, while his body burned.. screamed for more, while every cell in his body reacted to Dean’s closeness, his scent, the sounds he made... only he could make.

When his entire body hummed and throbbed, he groaned and broke the kiss. Pushing his hand between them, he unzipped Dean’s pants with one quick motion. “Enough metaphors.” He could barely recognize his voice, so thick and heavy with desire. He started backing Dean toward the hall, undoing the button above his zipper, and then tugging his shirt up over his head.

Smoothing his palm up and down Dean’s bare chest, still heading to his room, he used his teeth to undo the ties on his leather arm guard. Already, his breaths were coming out harsh and fast. He’d never done anything this wrong, that felt this right. Not ever.

Dean gave an almost choked gasp against the angel’s lips when the intensely erotic images suddenly flooded his mind. But more than just seeing, he could practically feel Samuel’s tongue tracing along his muscles. His hand wrapped around his shaft, stroking him, teasing him, and he tried to rub against Sam to ease some of the ache in his groin but the angel was holding him so damn tight he couldn’t move, only whimper in frustration into Samuel’s mouth as he felt like he was slowly being driven insane.

Please… I can’t take it… I need you… god, Samuel… The young man begged unashamedly and whimpered when the angel finally slid a hand between their bodies. Groaning and bucking against Samuel when he was quickly freed from his still damp jeans. Releasing the angel for only a second to allow Sam to strip his shirt off of him, and then he was clutching at the angel again as he stumbled backwards down the hall towards the bedroom.

Arching into Samuel’s hand stroking his chest like a cat, though making another sound of near frustration as he tried to help the angel out of his own clothing and realized he had absolutely no idea how.

“How the hell do you wear this crap?” Dean asked, growling under his breath, tugging at some laces that were starting to get tangled on him and pissing him off. Giving up, and just tugging the short robes up enough so that he could slide his hands underneath them. Stroking along the powerfully muscled thighs and the angel’s ass with a grin.

“Not that you don’t look really hot in this getup…” He added with a grin, before the smile slipped off his face abruptly and he stopped in the doorway to Samuel’s room. Planting his feet, not letting the angel push him any further.

“Tell me this isn’t going to be like…. Please, tell me this isn’t just going to be one night, in the heat of the moment or some crap like that, that you’ll regret in the morning, and then you’ll never let me touch you again. I can’t go through that again, Sam…” Dean said softly, swallowing hard as he looked up into the angel’s eyes, begging for reassurance.

Samuel would have laughed at the sheer frustration in Dean’s voice, but when his hands traveled up his thighs and lingered on his ass, it felt like all the air was knocked out of him. “Dean...” He blinked in surprise when the mischief in Dean’s eyes died, and he stood stock still in the frame of the door.

Had he changed his mind? Now? Sam bit his lip hard, hoping in vain the pain would conquer the needs that had taken over his body from the moment they’d kissed right there on the cliffs.

Then he heard Dean’s pained question... remembered him asking it before in the dream, and the terrible morning after. The blood drained out of his face.

He placed his hands on the doorframe, if only to prevent himself from pulling Dean into arms that still ached for him. “I never regretted what we did in my dream, not ever,” he said huskily, meaning every word, hoping Dean would believe. “If I were going to forget everything and could only choose one memory to keep, that moment with you would be the one.”

The rest of what Dean was asking him was more difficult. “I won’t regret tonight, and God help me, I... I can’t stand the thought of never being touched by you again.” He tried to not remember the pain of having felt Dean with others. Underneath all of his worry, there had been his own selfish feelings he’d had to deal with. “What I will regret is that as long as you’re... so long as there’s a you and me, I’ll be stealing your chance at a normal life. That and,” he took a breath. “We’d have to hide it.”

Maybe Dean would see it was madness. Maybe he’d realize this wasn’t the best for him. Sam’s fingers bit into the wood as he held his breath, not knowing what to hope for. The only thing he did know for sure was that he loved Dean body and soul. I’d go to hell for you too.

Dean held his breath but didn’t let himself hope. Because he knew too well now how much it hurt to have those hopes crushed.

Samuel had shown him that. Strangely it had never really been a problem before. When he’d lived in the asylum. Because he’d never had anything to hope for. Now he did. Too much, maybe. Too much to hope for that he might never have. Too much to lose… and he simply didn’t know how to deal with those kinds of blows to his heart.

So when the angel admitted that he’d never regretted what had happened between them before, in the dream, Dean stomped down on the faint stirrings in his heart before they could only hurt him later. Because he remembered Samuel’s words from before, all too well. When the angel admitted that he loved him…

It doesn’t matter how I feel, or what I want, we can’t be together…

Though as Samuel continued speaking it was harder to force down those feelings. As his heart began to beat so hard in his chest he was sure the angel would be able to feel it. His hands curling into fists at his side so he wouldn’t simply throw his arms around Samuel, kiss him senseless, and never let go. Because he had to know first. He just had to. Maybe he was completely selfish, but he didn’t care.

He didn’t just want part of Samuel, he would never be satisfied with just one night, he wanted all of him. He just wanted him always. He needed him… needed him so much.

When Samuel finally said what he ‘regretted’, and that they would have to hide it… it, them, Dean didn’t care as long as there was a them, he couldn’t hold back any longer. Practically throwing himself at the angel, and crushing their mouths together.

Fuck normal. Dean sent with a mental laugh, flooding their bond with all the joy and love he felt so that Samuel wouldn’t doubt for an instant this was what he really wanted. Tugging on the angel’s shoulders, pulling Samuel into the room, over to the bed, without breaking their kiss.

What the hell was normal anyway? He’d never been normal and he never would be. The demon that had attacked him on the street had proved that much. He would always be a freak. He might as well make the most of it. He didn’t want ‘normal’ anyway if it meant giving up Sam.

Dean only let the angel go when his knees hit the edge of the bed. Pulling away from Samuel’s lips with a regretful moan, though his eyes held lust and promise as he slowly sat down on the edge, looking up at the angel. Letting his hands once more settle on the angel’s thighs, sliding up underneath his robes as the young man leaned in to nuzzle against his crotch.

“Samuel, let me see your wings? Please?” Dean asked, he wasn’t even sure why he asked, except that he just wanted to see Samuel’s true form. Looking up into the angel’s eyes as he kissed and rubbed his cheek against his erection through the soft cotton robes. Cupping and squeezing his firm ass, pulling him closer.

It was beyond Samuel how they could be blind with need, mouths clinging, bodies rubbing together with increasing urgency, and yet the jokes never ended. He was pretty damned sure Dean was the only person on the planet who could make him hot with laughter.

He stood between Dean’s knees, swallowing hard and gripping Dean’s shoulders as Dean’s hands traveled up and down his thighs, leaving heat in their wake. He swayed at the sight of Dean’s sensuous mouth settling over his erection, his mind almost shutting down as heat and desire spiraled through him.

He was having trouble breathing, when Dean made his request. “My… my wings. I was hoping you wanted to see something else,” he whispered, looking down at his now rock hard erection clearly visible under his robe. “So you have a wing kink… how human of you,” he tried for Gabriel’s holier than though speak, but grinned as he made quick work of the rest of his armor, and stood bare chested.

The intensity of the look in Dean’s eyes made his heart thud all the harder against his chest. Taking a breath, he dropped every last layer of the illusions that he kept wrapped around him, and unfurled his large wings to their full span. His hair was slightly longer than in his human form, and his skin somewhat paler, his features a little more forbidding. “I’ve showed you mine…”

Dean couldn’t help but laugh softly at Samuel’s reply. Oh, he definitely did want to see something else. But first things first. He wanted to see Samuel.

The young man stuck his tongue out playfully at the angel, and waited. Watching as Samuel quickly and effortlessly stripped off the rest of his armor. Leaving him dressed in only the short white robes that barely left anything to the imagination at this point, but even as stunning as Sam looked right now nothing could have really prepared Dean for when the angel finally dropped the illusions that kept him hidden even from his eyes that saw more than most people.

Dean’s jaw dropped as he stared up at the angel. Really, truly, seeing Samuel for the first time.

Dear god…

He thought he finally understood now when Samuel had said how most humans were in awe of angels. Not that he could blame them. Talk about deference… But more than that, seeing Samuel as he was now, it was impossible for Dean to forget that Sam wasn’t human, like he did sometimes even knowing what Samuel was. But at the same time, it didn’t matter to him.

Seeing Samuel this way, his true form didn’t make Dean feel any differently for the angel. He couldn’t love Samuel any more, or less, because he already loved the angel with all of his heart. Though he couldn’t deny maybe he felt a little bit humbled that such an amazingly beautiful creature could ever want him. But he didn’t feel intimidated, though by all rights he probably should have been, and it certainly didn’t change his mind about wanting Samuel.

Dean smiled up at the angel, reluctantly taking his hands away from Samuel’s skin with a final squeeze to his buttocks as he sat back a little further on the bed. Giving Sam the best ‘view’ he could as he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his damp jeans and underwear and slowly pushed them down his hips. The material clinging to his skin a little as he wiggled out of the remainder of his clothes. Kicking them off his legs.

He sat there on the edge of the bed with his knees apart. His erection heavy and leaking a little against his stomach, begging for attention. Letting the angel look at every part of him without shame.

“I’m ready to see something else now.” Dean said softly, his words playful but his eyes hungry as he slipped his hands back underneath the angel’s robes. Sliding up the strong thighs. Pushing the soft cotton up as he went. Exposing Samuel to his gaze for the first time. Not a dream this time. Real. God, he was so beautiful…

Dean leaned forward to press his lips to the tip of the angel’s cock. A moan of pure desire escaping him as his flickered up to watch Samuel’s expression as his tongue slid out to taste for the first time.

As Dean leaned back and pulled his jeans down, exposing himself completely, Sam’s mouth went dry. Heat stole into his cheeks as his eyes slowly feasted on every inch of his lover’s perfectly sculpted body. “You don’t know what you do to me,” he whispered hoarsely, flooding their mind link with desire, lust, love... so intense, so tangled together, they were impossible to separate.

He wanted to kiss and taste every part of him, to worship him with his mouth and with his body. He wanted to... he would ... violate every rule... commit every sin... taste forbidden fruit, because he couldn’t help wanting Dean in every way.

His gaze lingered on Dean’s cock. He remembered so well the first time he’d touched Dean there. The confusing intensity of feelings that assaulted him when he’d helped Dean find release. His purpose had been pure... to calm him, to rid Dean of shame, but he’d found himself responding to the experience in ways he’d never imagined.

Warm hands moved up his thighs, sending scorching heat higher... straight to his cock. He didn’t have long to wait, Dean pushed his robes aside and when he brushed his tip with those sensuous lips of his, Samuel gave a strangled moan. It had been good in his dream... but this was... it was pure ecstasy. Then Dean flicked his tongue out and touched him another way, soft wet heat painting his cock, making him burn, and Sam was almost afraid of how quickly his need was rising.

He tugged on his robe, and it fell apart on the bed, giving Dean better access. One hand on Dean’s shoulder to steady himself, the other stroking his hair, he leaned in. “Again. Please.”

Dean moaned softly as Samuel strip the rest of his clothing off, leaving him completely bare standing in front of him. He’d never seen a more beautiful sight in his whole life.

The angel’s skin absolutely flawless, pale, except for the flush of desire, desire for him. His wings spread out, pure white, almost glowing in the moonlight filtering through the window. He looked almost ethereal. Like a dream. But not a dream, not this time.

The expression of need in the angel’s eyes made him feel weak inside. The way Sam pet his hair so gently making him feel warm and so damn content, even with so much passion pumping through his veins. The flood of love and desire traveling between them over their link that would have made him dizzy it was so intense if he wasn’t already sitting down.

How could Samuel ever think there could be anyone but him in his life? That he could ever want ‘normal’ after this? No one could possibly make him feel the way Samuel made him feel. No one could possibly make him feel so loved… so needed…

Dean all but purred at the request, smiling up at the angel as he brushed his lips across the tip of the angel’s erection again, more than willing to give Samuel whatever he wanted. Parting his lips he let his tongue trace around the crown of his lover’s shaft over and over. Playing with just the head for a long time, dipping into the slit with a moan as Samuel’s taste exploded over his tongue.

Not satisfied with just a taste anymore, he finally let his lips wrap around Samuel’s cock, slowly taking his lover into his mouth as deeply as he could with a moan.

Each time Dean’s tongue flicked out and touched him, liquid heat spasmed through Sam, making him thrust his hips forward seeking more pressure. All of his blood surged to his cock until he was so thick and hard, it almost hurt. His breaths started coming faster, his fingers kneading into Dean’s shoulder and tunneling through his hair. He was drowning in the sensations, wanting this to go on forever and at the same time wanting more...

The sight of Dean opening his mouth wide and taking him inside completely was almost too much. A deep groan broke out of him. He bit his lower lip and started to thrust into the wet heat of Dean’s mouth, the rhythmic press of his slick tongue driving him slowly to the edge. “So good... so good, Dean,” he managed to say, groaning as Dean hummed and created all new sensations. He throbbed and pulsed, grew desperate... desperate to come... desperate to claim ... desperate to make Dean his and his alone. Scorching heat swept over him in waves until he was unable to tolerate more. “I’m coming... oh God... oh...”

He was completely unprepared for the blinding heat that gripped his body or the powerful strength of his release. He shouted Dean’s name, shuddering as the pressure slowly eased and he could breath again. When his lover pulled his mouth off of his shaft, Sam could see that not a drop of his semen had escaped.

His gaze locked with Dean’s. “That was... beautiful, like you.” Leaning in, he kissed Dean slowly, but firmly, tasting himself and Dean... just the way it should be. Pulling away, he pushed Dean down onto his back. “My turn to love you,” he whispered hotly.

Still standing on the edge of the bed, he panther-crawled up Dean’s body and brushed his mouth over every inch of Dean’s face, kissing his nose last and thinking... definitely more handsome than Raphael. His mouth slipped down again, feathering kisses along Dean’s cheeks, then playfully biting him lightly along his jaw line. When he reached his throat, he lingered over his adam’s apple, playing with it with his tongue.

Because of their link, he was keenly aware of where Dean wanted to be touched and what gave him the most pleasure. One step ahead, first he’d tease by withholding, and then lick him how and where he wanted, feeling his own cock twitch each time Dean surged up or made a sound of pleasure. “I think you were made for me,” he whispered, running his hands over Dean’s chest, loving his every reaction... the way his flat male nipples tightened under his palms, the way his muscles rippled.

He followed the trails left by hands with his mouth... licking, nipping him, and then soothing him with kisses. He took pleasure in every ridge and valley of the muscles stretched taut across Dean’s abs, and then he lifted his head and looked down at his cock, straining and rock hard, his balls drawn up tight against his shaft.

His mind was suddenly swamped with memories of the dream. How he’d been so deep inside Dean, he didn’t know where he started and where Dean ended. And how Dean had come hard against his belly, God he wanted that again... wanted it so bad that the ache between his legs was starting to intensify.

He’d never imagined it could possibly be this good. Feel so amazing. Even the dream, the closest Dean had come to feeling really loved, now seemed pale in comparison.

Samuel was so hot. So hard. Thrusting between his lips, and he couldn’t help but moan in pleasure right along with him. Feeling drunk on the sensations flowing through him. Between them. Feeling Samuel coming undone so quickly because of what he was doing to the angel was intoxicating. Gave him such a sense of pride and power he knew it had to be sinful, but he didn’t care.

His own cock was aching and leaking without even being touched. Just from being able to feel the pleasure he was giving to his lover… oh god… his lover… Samuel. When Samuel finally found release, practically screaming his name, Dean could only whimper in ecstasy at the almost overwhelming pleasure and love they both shared. Swallowing down his lover’s hot seed greedily. Refusing to let a drop spill from his lips.

It was with near regret he finally let Samuel slip from his mouth, staring up at the angel with a smile, breathing heavily, definitely pleased with himself. Though he thought he should have felt a little embarrassed by the way his heart fluttered like a girl’s at Samuel’s words, calling him beautiful, but he was far too distracted by Sam’s mouth covering his. The angel kissing him slowly and deeply, and Dean groaned with unmistakable longing. Feeling his cock throb just a little more knowing Samuel could taste himself in his mouth.

He didn’t resist in the least when the angel pushed him back gently, laying relaxed, completely willing and eager for his lover’s touch. “Please…” He managed to whisper before Samuel was crawling over him and Dean once more felt humbled by the sheer beauty on display before him. Yeah, maybe he really was a girl. But right now he hardly cared.

Like the angel’s touch had once erased the hurtful feeling of rough unforgiving hands on his skin, Samuel’s every caress, his love, made him forget about all the pain he’d ever known in his life. The kisses on his face, down his body. The touch of warm gentle fingers across his flesh, followed by a hot wet tongue made him whimper and moan and arch wantonly beneath the angel’s touches. Accepting every one for the perfect gift it was.

I think you were made for me. Oh god, how he wished that were true. That he had been meant for Samuel all along. That everything that had ever happened in his life was only to lead him to this perfect moment.

“Yes… god Samuel…” Dean whimpered, clutching at the angel’s shoulders, feeling like he was burning up underneath the heat of the desire in the angel’s eyes. Knowing what Sam wanted even without the flood of images from their dream making him ache deep inside from wanting so much. “Make me yours… please…”

The request drew a primal response from Sam, making him reel with the need to possess Dean in every way, to brand him as his. “You already are,” he answered, his voice brooking no argument from any quarter. The angel had made up his mind.

Slipping his arms under Dean’s knees, he pulled him closer to the edge of the bed and set his legs over his shoulders. We’re not prepared for me to be inside you the way I want, but you won’t know the difference, I swear it.

Looking down at Dean’s cock, he ran his thumb up and down his shaft, and dipped his head down to lick off the small drop of cum at his tip. As pleasure... Dean’s... coursed through him, he teased and touched and tasted his slit, coaxing Dean to leak again, just for him. He ran his hand up and down his shaft, so hard, and yet silky smooth, so irresistible. Widening his mouth, he took Dean’s blunt tip inside, molding his mouth around him as he sucked and released, and sucked again.

Each time a sound broke from Dean, Sam found himself tensing... needing... dying to hear it again, like he was addicted to his lover’s sounds of pleasure. You make me crazy and very unangelic. He took almost all of Dean deep into his throat, and squeezed the base of his cock as he moved up and down, creating an excruciating friction that swept both of them up into a sea of intensifying need. With single minded determination, he brought both of them to the very edge over and over again, feeding Dean’s pleasure and making it his, concentrating on coming back from the edge and taking Dean with him. It went on and on, until he didn’t know his own name, or Dean’s, until he was burning up and feverish, until all he was aware of was the endless storm of emotions washing back and forth between them.

A hunger was building deep inside him, ratcheting up, winding him tighter and tighter until he couldn’t fight the need to find release any longer. Pulling his mouth off Dean’s cock, he shrugged his legs off his shoulders and crawled back up his body. Dean was so flushed, his eye were so dark and unfocused... he looked like he’d been fucked for hours.

Thinking of the harsh word jarred Samuel for a fraction of a second where he saw the image of Dean looking into a dingy bathroom mirror as a paying client did with him what he wanted. His face was blank, not at all like how he looked right now.

“No,” the angel growled, aligning their cocks, melding their bodies together. “You’re mine now... mine,” he slanted his mouth over Dean’s and gave him a blistering kiss, branding him with his mouth, and with his body, with every thrust, and every moan, with every image he sent of himself penetrating deep inside Dean, as he had in the dream. Mine only, as I am yours.

Dean’s eyes widened a little at the sheer possessiveness of the angel’s words. The almost hard edge in Samuel’s voice and expression would have been scary if it wasn’t exactly what he wanted. Damn if it didn’t make him even hotter. More desperate.

“Yes, please…” The young man whimpered, his breath hitching in his throat when the angel tugged him down to the edge of the bed, pushing up his knees. His heart hammering against his ribs in excitement knowing how wide and open he was to his lover. Samuel able to see every part of him so intimately.

Though when Samuel said they couldn’t be together because they weren’t prepared, Dean whimpered loudly in protest that. He wanted to tell Sam he didn’t care if they weren’t ‘prepared’. He didn’t care if it hurt a little, he wanted to feel him so badly. He needed it so much… But a second later he was barely able to think, because the angel was touching his cock skillfully. Stroking him teasingly, licking away the come that leaked from his tip, and all Dean could do was writhe and moan incoherently.

“Sam… oh god… Sam!” He panted, his fingers tangling in his lover’s hair his hips bucking up into the wet scorching heat surrounding him. His brain feeling like it was short circuiting from pleasure when Samuel began sucking on his cock, bringing him to the edge. Taking him even deeper into his mouth, into his throat. Holding him still despite how he desperately tried to thrust deeper, seeking release, instead held right there on the razor’s edge where pleasure almost became pain.

I’m not complaining… Dean managed to send with a short mental laugh before he lost the ability to think completely. He could only lie there, letting his lover play his body like a well tuned instrument. Cry out Samuel’s name over and over, his body pushed to the brink of endurance, until he thought he might just go insane from the pleasure being fed back and forth between them.

Practically screaming in agony when Samuel’s mouth left him. Reaching for and clutching at his lover blindly, his fingers digging brutally into the angel’s shoulders as Samuel’s body covered him and pressed him down into the mattress. He was so far gone he missed the sudden change in the angel’s expression completely. All he knew was he needed Sam, so badly. He needed to find release, he was so hard, so ready to come it was torture.

Yes… yours… only yours… only ever yours… Dean repeated over and over as they rocked together, mouths devouring each other with the need to get closer. Body and soul. Thrusting hard up against his lover’s body, fitting together perfectly. Whimpering and moaning at the incredible flood of pleasure crashing into him in waves. He could almost feel Samuel inside of him now, claiming him. Owning him, exactly the way they both wanted. Threatening to drown him, and he held onto Samuel even tighter to keep from being washed away. Feeling like the angel’s arms were the only think keeping him from flying apart at the seams as every muscle in his body suddenly drew taunt. His body jerking almost violently as he cried out Samuel’s name so loud he wouldn’t be surprised if he woke the dead. Coming harder than he had in his life, spilling his seed hot and wet between their moving bodies.

Words... promises echoed back and forth as they claimed each other. Dean’s shout took the angel over the edge so hard, he gave a strangled cry, tightening his hold as he rode the last waves of climax, mingling his sperm with Dean’s. Brushing his mouth one more time over swollen lips, he lifted his head and looked down at his lover.

He should say something profound, probably, but he was spent. And everything he’d had to say had been said over and over. “I think we did that right.” Giving a rueful smile, he added. “You know how you read your auto magazines to me for practice? Centuries ago, there was this male courtesan. He used read scrolls and scrolls about techniques.”

Dean’s expression had Sam laughing, as he rolled off and lay on his back. His chest was still heaving and his heart wasn’t under control yet, but now he knew what it felt like to be completely happy and satiated. He put one hand on Dean’s chest, stroking him lightly as his eyes grew heavy.

Dean was actually amazed that Samuel still had the power to speak at all, when he felt like he could barely form a thought after feeling Samuel’s pleasure surge through their bond, joining with his own as the angel’s hot semen bathed his stomach. Oh god… Dean was sure he’d never felt so hot and… dirty, at the same time almost purified.

He managed a short laugh almost indistinguishable from his other rapid breaths and nod of agreement as he tried to regain control over his breathing and too fast pulse. Though when Samuel mentioned the courtesan and ‘naughty’ scrolls, the mental picture almost made his eyes bug out of his head.

You didn’t even want to watch Queer as Folk with me. Dean complained half heartedly, though he was still smiling from ear to ear and with damn good reason he thought. Almost purring blissfully at how Samuel caressed his chest, every inch of his skin still feeling so sensitive.

Dean closed his eyes and covered Samuel’s hand on his chest with his own, twining their fingers together. Allowing himself to drift, feeling like he was floating in warmth and happiness, and he briefly wondered if this was what heaven felt like, and if it didn’t, then heaven was really overrated.