All night long, they'd reached for each other and made love again and again. Twice in the shower. Samuel learned he really liked touching Dean when he was wet and slippery. Course once Dean had found that out, he'd made Sam explode with imagines of himself with water dripping down his skin, making him slick and shiny. It was sheer torture, and Sam loved every minute of it.

By morning, he'd tasted every inch of Dean. Knew exactly where he liked to be touched and how hard. He knew that when they faced each other and jacked each other off, he always held the image of the first time Samuel had touched him like that in his mind. He knew the words Dean liked to hear in his mind, and how the word 'mine' affected him... both of them. And he knew that his achilles heel would always be Dean, from this day forward. He didn't care.

He'd been about to pull Dean into his arms when he felt a presence. Gabriel was coming. Quickly, he slipped out of bed and got dressed. By the time he had coffee brewing, the was a soft knock on the door.

He crossed the living room and opened it, letting Gabriel inside. "Good morning."

"Samuel." Gabriel's eyes swept the room, "where is he?"

"Dean? He's still asleep." When he saw Gabriel look at the clock, he added. "He had a hard night."

"We all did."

Samuel nodded. "Thank you for the rescue. I..."

"What were you thinking Samuel? Cain, you went after Cain alone?"

There was a cold fury in Gabriel's expression but Sam knew it was because the angel cared, and he'd given them all a scare. "I had no time. I thought I could call you when I found him, but he moved too fast."

"Or you were too distracted."

Sam quirked a brow. "Distracted how?"

"Your ward seems to be taking up a lot of your time."

"Less and less, lately. He's becoming more independent. And you've got to admit, he helped us last night. Coffee?" He started heading for the kitchen, and was grateful he wasn't looking at Gabriel when the other angel made his accusation.

"He was kissing you, last night. You didn't stop him."

"He was scared, and relieved. He needed reassurance."

"Reassurance is a pat on the head."

"Not for him." Sam set the coffee mugs down on the coffee table.

"He was taking advantage of your good nature. He was--"

Sam suddenly put his arms around Gabriel and gave him a strong hug, trying to sooth and calm him. "He needed what he took, the same way as you need this. I'm fine, I'm alive," he smiled as he felt Gabriel's arms close around him. "You're not rid of me yet." After a few minutes, he brushed Gabriel's mouth with his and pulled away, very cognizant of the fact the other angel hadn't wanted to let him go.

"Do you love him," Gabriel demanded.

"of course."

"Samuel..."

Dean woke up slowly to the smell of coffee brewing from the kitchen, and of sex and Samuel still clinging to his skin.

Smiling the young man buried his face into warm pillow, inhaling deeply his lover’s scent, and thought how he’d never slept so well in his entire life… when the angel had finally let him sleep, that was. It had actually been just after dawn before he’d finally gone to sleep. After the angel had made love to him for the… he’d actually lost count how many times. So achingly slow it was near torture, that he simply couldn’t keep his eyes open any longer and drifted off almost immediately after his release.

Dean chuckled a little to himself. He had little doubt that Samuel would tease him endlessly about it at the first opportunity. Remembering how he’d teased the angel for being so insatiable, thousands of years of sexual repression, after all, and how Sam had tried to suck his brains out through his cock after that. He almost couldn’t wait.

Once the floodgates had been opened, it seemed neither one of them felt sated for very long before the need for each other would begin to build again. In fact his body was already complaining how it had woken up without his lover’s warmth pressed against him, and he felt himself reaching across their bond sleepily to encourage Samuel to forget about silly things like coffee and to come back to bed.

Though when he picked up a different kind of tension over their link, slight though it was, Dean forced himself to wake up more. Now that he was paying more attention, he heard the voices in the living room, Samuel talking to someone. It took only a second more for his brain to register the second voice as one of the angel’s from last night. Gabriel.

Is everything alright? Dean sent cautiously as he sat up and slipped out of the bed. Finding his jeans on the floor, glad they were at least dry now, even if they were a little uncomfortable to slip on, stiff with sea salt. But it was better than walking out of Samuel’s room naked.

He was just in time to catch the end of the hug shared between the two angels. The kiss, brief though it was, making him frown and igniting a hot spark of jealously in his heart. He knew they had to keep what was between them a secret, especially from the other angels, but why did Samuel have to kiss him… especially when it was obvious to him that Gabriel wanted more than a kiss from Sam.

“Sorry, am I interrupting? I smelled coffee.” Dean blurted out, cutting into the conversation. Forcing a smile to his lips, playing ‘oblivious’ which he was certain he didn’t have to fake too hard, since Gabriel thought he was an imbecile anyway.

Gabriel’s hackles rose at the sight of the half dressed insolent young man he’d met last night. His eyes narrowed as his gaze slid over Dean’s face. The kid looked like he’d just gotten everything he’d wanted, sort of tired, his hair a mess, his mouth... His gaze swung to Sam.

Sam shrugged. “He needs his coffee in the morning.” Sensing some sort of rebellion, or something stirring, he mentally added to Dean, whatever you’re about to say, don’t.

“He looks—“

“Gabriel, sit down, have some coffee. Or if you want, you’re welcome to stay for breakfast. Pancakes?”

“You cook for him.”

“I like to eat,” his lips quirked. “And I have this chocolate syrup, it’s to die for.” His love of chocolate was legendary, and he wanted to divert Gabriel’s attention off Dean.

“You waste your efforts on him.”

“Gabriel.” There was a flash of black in Samuel’s eyes. He waited for Dean to disappear into the kitchen for the coffee, and he looked back at the other angel. “He is my guest, he is my ward, I won’t allow him to be treated this way. Not in my house.”

“He’s a guttersnipe. You found him whoring,” he whispered hotly.

Sam hid a flinch. “He lost his way. He’s growing up overnight... he’s been locked up and he has a right to make his mistakes.”

“But he’s...”

“Worth it. If not him, who? That’s what we’re here for. If you want to handpick your wards from prep schools, and celebrities, that is your choice. Not mine.”

When Dean came back out, Gabriel’s eyes were distinctly hostile. “He wants you.”

“How many humans want you?” Then lower, he added. “It’s not a crime to want someone.” Their gazes locked.

Gabriel understood then that Samuel knew. All this time, he’d been oblivious. He’d let him hold him, let him curl around him when they rested after a battle, but he’d never realized. Why did he know now. There was only one reason.

He got up abruptly. “If you think he’s better looking than Raphael, then something has blinded you.”

As the door slammed shut behind Gabriel, Samuel let out a breath. “One innocent comment, and now everyone is repeating it. I’m going to strangle Michael.”

Dean could tell he’d pissed Gabriel off just by his presence alone, and the young man felt a strange sense of pride in that. Meeting the angel’s gaze defiantly. A small smirk pulling at his lips the way he was being studied. He could practically see the wheels turning in Gabriel’s head, and even knowing how they had to keep what they’d done a secret, he couldn’t deny how trilling it would be to confirm to the jerk just how much Samuel was his now.

Though when he heard Samuel’s ‘warning’ in his head, the young man backed down, just a little. Plastering a more neutral expression on his face for the moment, though giving a mental groan he didn’t bother hiding from Sam when he invited the other angel to stay for breakfast.

Dean had started considering all the fun they could have with that chocolate syrup if Gabriel wasn’t around, and started to hint as much over their bond, before Gabriel’s words hit him like a slap.

You waste your efforts on him.

A part of him was angry, pissed off even and he didn’t bother to hide it, but another part, the part still insecure about his own worth even after everything, couldn’t help but whisper, what if Gabriel was right? What if Samuel was wasting his time with him? Who the hell was he anyway, to think he was worth having Sam…

Samuel’s suddenly cold tone, one Dean had thankfully only heard a couple of times, and not directed at him this time, convinced him it was probably time he left. Giving one last hateful glare to the other angel before he went into the kitchen. Getting himself some coffee, even though he wasn’t really thirsty right now, it gave him something to do. Trying not to think about Gabriel’s words, or the doubts they’d raised in him.

Damn him…

When he returned to the living room, they were still arguing. Dean’s eyes met the angel’s with just as much hostility. Refusing to back down. A smirk curving his lips when Samuel called Gabriel on his own ‘wants’ and the angel finally stormed out.

“That guy’s an asshole.” Dean muttered, putting his mug down as he came up behind Sam. Pressing himself against his lover’s back and wrapping his arms around his waist. Brushing a soft kiss to the side of the angel’s neck before grinning playfully.

“I think I need to meet this guy, if he’s really that hot. See what all the fuss is about…” He teased.

Sam had been standing ramrod straight as he watched Gabriel’s angry exit, but once he felt Dean’s arms around him, he relaxed and leaned back, making a soft sound in response to the brush of Dean’s mouth along the side of his neck. “Don’t call him an asshole, he’s on of the greatest angels that have walked the earth.”

He twisted around, and pulled Dean closer. “I forbid you to meet him, everyone falls for him.” Then he really looked at Dean and understood the what ‘looks thoroughly fucked’ meant, and groaned. “No wonder he’s suspicious, look at you. Next time... stop me after the third time, hmm?” Laughing against Dean’s lips, he kissed him. “Good morning. Come help me make breakfast, and no... you can’t stay home in bed.”

Dean rolled his eyes at Samuel's comment regarding Gabriel, glad that the angel was turned away from him and didn't see it, or he might really get scolded. Yeah, well maybe the jerk was a great angel or whatever, what did he know? But he was still an asshole.

Though when Sam turned around, holding him close, and forbidding him to meet Raphael the young man couldn't help but laugh softly.

I don't think you have anything to worry about. Dean reassured, moaning against the angel's lips before laughing softly.

"Stop you? Now, why would I want to do that?" The young man asked with a raised eyebrow before pouting playfully, letting his hands roam up underneath the angel's shirt.

"No? But I could make it really worth your while…" Dean replied, grinning as he tempted the angel with a mental image of them lying naked in bed together and licking chocolate syrup off of Samuel's chest.

Sam’s stomach tightened under the Dean’s palms, stroking him, leaving hot trails over his skin and making his breath catch. Then he was seeing Dean’s sensuous mouth on his chest, his tongue flicking out and curling as it stole a little chocolate syrup at a time.

“My two favorite things. You, and chocolate,” he groaned. “But... we’re not getting into bad habits, hmm?” It would be too easy, Dean could take him down any slippery slope, he knew that full well now. “We both have work to do, and there’s the weekend for...” He laughed, “I can’t believe I’m even thinking of staying in bed all day. You... you’re a bad influence.”

Opening his mouth, he covered Dean’s in a heated kiss, drawing him up hard against his frame. Maybe once more, in the shower... after breakfast.

By the time he walked into the kitchen, he was breathless. He tried to concentrate on cooking, making sure the pancake batter was smooth, but every once in a while he’d catch a thought from Dean that made him knock something over, or drop something. His glares seemed to have absolutely no effect. “Gabriel’s right. You’re a spoiled brat.” He turned, and stopped midstride, finding Dean sitting on the counter with his thighs wide open, legs swinging.

“You don’t have enough bad habits.” Dean sighed, though he couldn’t help feeling more than a little proud when Samuel called him a bad influence. Moaning softly into his lover’s mouth, pouting a little when the kiss ended, but he let the angel go, following Samuel into the kitchen.

I’m holding you to that promise.

He couldn’t help grinning in amusement. Hopping up onto the counter as he watched Sam cook. Mostly undressing the angel with his eyes and thinking about everything he’d like to do, pretending innocence every time a thought would ‘accidentally’ leak over their bond.

His smile only widening when Samuel finally ‘noticed’ him. Tilting his head to the side ‘innocently’ even as he let his legs slide apart a little further.

“I thought you were making breakfast?”

Mesmerized, Samuel’s gaze swept over Dean’s swinging legs, lingered at his groin and enjoyed the view all the way up until he was brought back to earth by the mischief in those irresistible green eyes. “Hmm... what?” Blinking, he realized that smell meant he was burning the pancakes.

“You... you could distract a saint,” he grumbled, turning to repair the damage, and make more. “And I think we already established I am no saint. Hmmm... see how those two things go together?”

He could practically hear a mental laugh from his ward. “Make yourself useful. Get plates... and don’t you dare,” he added, just knowing Dean had something up his sleeve. “And stop staring at my ass... who’s the insatiable one now.”

Forcing himself to concentrate, he efficiently finished and was carrying the plates toward the living room when he all but bumped into Dean in the doorway. Their eyes met, and current flowed strong between them. “Oh God... I am not mooning over you all day... no matter what.” With long strides, he put some distance between them and put the food on the table.

Your so suspicious. Dean sent as hopped off of the counter with a laugh, letting himself have one last eyeful despite Samuel’s ‘objection’ of him staring at his ass before he did as he was told. Getting a couple of plates and silverware and bringing them to the table. Giving the angel time to finish making them breakfast if only because he was rather hungry, and he needed to keep up his energy if nothing else if he was going to keep up with Sam.

The young man was still grinning from ear to ear as he made his way back towards the kitchen for glasses and drinks only to almost run into Samuel in the doorway. Both of them stopping short when their eyes met and Dean could practically feel sparks fly. The heat radiating off of the angel’s body, soaking into him, and making his jeans feel tighter than they should be.

He couldn’t help but laugh again as the angel’s words as Samuel pushed past him.

“Moo! Stop acting like you don’t like it.” He ‘complained’, still giggling as he followed closely behind Samuel. Waiting at least until the angel had put down the plates of food before he slapped Samuel’s ass sharply and then ran around to the other side of the table with a laugh.

“Besides, it’s not my fault you can’t keep your hands off of me.”

“Dean!” The angel’s sharp protest at getting smacked in the ass was lost in laughter as Dean made a quick escape. “You know I can fly right across this table, right?” Giving a mock warning, Samuel sat down and started to pour chocolate syrup over his pancakes, leaving the maple on the side.

Breakfast conversation was filled with innuendo and flirting, some of which made the heat rise to Samuel’s cheeks. In his long life, he’d heard it all, had received propositions that were unbelievable, but it had been easy not to react when he wasn’t interested. This was different. It was way too easy for Dean to get his heart pounding, and the his ward not only knew it, he was taking advantage of it.

Sam successfully retaliated, but it blew up in his face… the feelings flooding between them through their mental link raising the temperature. Clearing his throat, he pushed the newspaper toward Dean. “Here. Read to me.” He picked up his coffee and found his gaze drawn to Dean’s thumb moving toward his mouth. Oh no, here it came. As Dean licked every last drop of syrup off this thumb and index finger, Sam called himself all sorts of fool for making pancakes for breakfast. Cereal… clearly today was a day that called for plain cereal!

Dean gave a sigh as the angel stubbornly refused to rise to his baiting. Pouting a little when the angel simply sat down to eat his breakfast with his chocolate syrup instead. Damn chocolate. He couldn’t really be jealous of chocolate syrup could he? Maybe he’d have to hide it later… or find a better use for it.

The young man chose the maple for his own pancakes, practically flooding his plate with plenty of the sticky syrup and drowning his poor pancakes in it. Taking great pleasure from the heat that flooded his lover’s eyes as they flirted back and forth and every time his tongue darted out to lick some of the sticky sweetness that left a drop on the corner of his lips or his fingers.

He pulled his finger out of his mouth with a pop and a grin.

“I’d much rather you take me into the bathroom and fuck my brains out.” Dean said as Sam took a sip from his coffee.

The sucking... popping sound brought a flood of memories from last night. Time seemed to stop as Sam practically relived the sensations of Dean’s mouth moving over him... licking, sucking, nipping. His stomach clenched, and he was almost breathless right there at the breakfast table.

Timing... it was all a matter of timing. Dean’s outrageous statement had Sam losing his fork, and letting it clatter onto his plate. His eyes laser focused on his naughty ward, who looked as innocent as if he’d asked how the weather was... as if he wasn’t wreaking having with Samuel’s senses.

That did it. The angel broke. Consumed by a fiery hunger he could not control, he stood up and strode around the table, all hints of softness gone from his visage. Towering over Dean, eyes dark and hungry, he took in every inch of his lover’s masculine form, before drawing him up out of his seat and dragging him up hard against his frame. “Be careful what you wish for,” he finally answered, crushing his mouth down against Dean’s.

His blood thickened. His hormones raged for Dean, for all of him, body and soul. Every slide of his palms along Dean’s bare back, his waist, his throat, had Samuel craving more, and more, until his head was pounding with need. “Legs around me,” he snapped, lifting Dean up, and groaning as his rock hard erection collided against the unmistakable bulge in Dean’s jeans.

By the time he carried Dean to the bathroom and set him down on the sink counter, he’d forgotten everything, everyone, but the man in his arms. As he marked Dean with searing kisses along the column of his throat, and his chest, his hands moved equally possessively to undo his jeans. I won’t give you up. Not for Gabriel, not for laws we’re breaking, and not for God. Not ever, Dean. Not ever.

The way Samuel was looking at him made Dean’s heart rate speed up. Not nervousness, but excitement coiling in his stomach, heat pooling into his groin. There was nothing all that gentle about the way the angel was looking at him now. If he didn’t know better, if he didn’t trust Sam with his life and more, he might have been afraid of the strength of the hunger, desire, possession, in the angel’s eyes.

For me… only for me…

The young man’s moan as Samuel pulled him up hard against the angel’s muscular body was lost in his lover’s mouth. The kiss almost brutal, but wonderful. Wild. Uncontrolled. He wrapped his arms tightly around the angel’s shoulders. His fingers digging into the powerful muscles as their tongues dueled for dominance, lust singing strong through his whole body, only growing hotter as he opened his mind to feel Samuel’s as well.

The same. Exactly the same. Like two pieces of the same puzzle they fit together perfectly. Dean whimpered softly as Samuel lifted him easily, and eagerly did as he was told. Clinging to the angel as Sam carried him effortlessly into the bathroom. Arching and rubbing his body against the angel’s as well as he could, their lips never parting for more than a single breath.

Until Samuel set him down, his hot mouth leaving trails of fire down the length of his neck and Dean whimpered again as he arched his back, tilting his head to give the angel all the access he wanted to every part of him. His fingers sliding into Samuel’s hair, holding the angel’s mouth close to him.

“Oh God, Samuel…” Dean groaned, tightening his legs around Samuel, trying to bring him closer even though he knew it would make getting his jeans off a little difficult. Was always yours. Always. I prayed for you. All my life. I didn’t even realize what I was praying for. Until you came.

Just when he’d thought it wouldn’t be possible to get any closer to his lover, Dean’s mental declaration seemed to bind them inexorably together. His mind surged, merging completely with Dean’s until it was hard to tell where one started and the other ended. Words became unnecessary. There was nothing truer than the emotions that ebbed and flowed between them, or the fire they ignited within each other.

Mouth still melded to Dean’s, Sam made short work of opening Dean’s pants, grinding against him one more time before stepping slightly back and forcing Dean to unlock his legs so he could peel the jeans off. Less than a fraction of a second later, Dean was wrapped around him again, rubbing so hard, his skin had to be raw. “Dean, for the love of...”

Pulling away again, this time not allowing Dean to follow, Samuel stripped. Panting slightly, he drank in the sight of Dean, so hungry... so needy, as if they hadn’t had enough, as if they hadn’t made love all night long. Stretching out his arm, he caught Dean who hopped off the counter.

Mouth to mouth, chest to chest, legs restless and sliding together, they made it into the shower. Hot water rained over them, warming Sam’s already overheated skin. Closing his arms around Dean’s waist, he pulled him close, letting him feel the urgent demands of his body. He was consumed by hunger, by the need to fuck Dean’s brain out... like his irreverent ward had suggested.

Dean’s whimper of protest when Samuel forced him to release his legs around him changed to a laugh at his lover’s frustration when he immediately clung to the angel again after Sam stripped him. But he just couldn’t help it. Any distance at all simply too much, even when Sam pushed him away for the few seconds it took for the angel to undress himself felt like agony.

But finally they were together once more, skin to skin, mouth to mouth, clutching each other tightly, not a single barrier between them. Pressed so tightly it seemed not even water could slip between their moving bodies, though somehow it did, allowing their slick flesh to slide together smoothly. The water caressing down over already over sensitive skin like a caress all its own, heightening every sensation.

The young man whimpered at the hard press of Sam’s erection, hot like a brand, burning against his skin. His fingers digging into his lover’s hard muscled buttocks as he rubbed himself against it, letting it slide against the contours of his stomach.

“Oh god, I want you inside me so bad…” Dean panted, his teeth nipping softly on the angel’s kiss swollen lip, soothing away any sting immediately with his tongue. Maybe that’s why he was still burning, aching, even after last night making love to Samuel all night long. Because he wanted to feel the angel’s fingers deep inside him, stretching him open for a larger intrusion. Allowing Samuel into his body, god he would fill him up so completely it would ache, but he wanted that ache. Wanted it to prove he was Samuel’s now. Wanting to forget the feeling of whoever had him before…

But he couldn’t have it. Not yet. Samuel had refused, until they got what they would ‘need’ to make it easier. Fuck, but he hated when the angel was right sometimes.

Dean groaned softly in frustration before he dropped to his knees in front of Samuel. He wasted no time opening his mouth to take his lover’s flesh as deeply as he could. Relaxing his throat when he felt the angel’s cock nudging at the back. Swallowing and sucking, his lips tight as they slid up and down the length of his lover’s shaft. His hands braced on Sam’s hips squeezing and encouraging the angel to fuck into his mouth as deeply as he wanted.

“I know you do, I want it too,” Samuel murmured against Dean’s lips. “Tonight... tonight will be perfect.” As far as he was concerned, last night had been. Right now was perfect. Still, the need behind his lover’s frustrated groan sent his blood rushing straight to his cock.

A moment later, as if he realized how much Sam ached, Dean was on his knees and taking him inside the heat of his mouth. Throwing his head back and giving a strangled cry, Sam thrust his hips.

At Dean’s urging, he pushed in and out, watching his flesh disappear and reappear, and holy... he got so caught up in it, so tangled in the sensations slamming into him each time he sheathed himself in that enticing, irreverent, tempting mouth, that it was too late by the time he realized how hard he was riding Dean’s mouth. He was on fire and so out of control, so frenzied with need, all he could do was brace his hands against the tile walls and buck harder, forcing Dean to take as much of him as he could. “Oh ... Dean... so close, so close...”

He had to fight against the need to grab Dean’s head, to hold it in place as he fucked harder. His entire body clenched... Sam slapped his palm hard against the tile as his seed exploded deep inside Dean’s mouth. And slapped it again, as the waves of relentless pleasure started to recede.

Helping Dean up, he kissed his swollen mouth lightly, knowing he should have been gentler. Don’t be afraid to push me away, though in truth, the thought of Dean afraid of him was laughable. Irritatingly so.

“Your turn,” he whispered thickly, dropping down to his own knees. He knew full well how his displays of strength affected Dean, he lifted him up, “Legs over my shoulders, both,” he said, giving a heated smile at the sound Dean made.

Once, Dean settled on his shoulders, Sam started to stand up, one hand pressing on Dean’s stomach so Dean’s back stayed firmly against the tile as he slid up. Closing his fist around the base of Dean’s cock, Sam licked its crown... tasting, kissing, sucking.... teasing...

Looking up at his lover through hooded eyes, Dean drank in the sounds of pleasure Samuel made. Feeling almost drunk, lightheaded, on the feelings he could feel coming from the angel while Sam fucked his mouth. Riding him so hard his jaw ached a little but he hardly cared right now. It felt so damn good. Knowing he could drive Samuel this far, to be this unrestrained, was its own turn on.

When the angel shouted, Samuel’s expression bordering almost on pain as he thrust deep into his throat, the young man’s heart skipped a beat. Like he was some kind of chick. But he certainly didn’t care, not right now, not while his lover’s cock slid so hot and hard between his lips. Fucking into his mouth without restraint. Pleasure, his own and Samuel’s, pumping through his veins like liquid fire, making him burn. Making him ache, he was so hard, his own cock heavy between his legs but he didn’t dare touch himself. Knowing he’d come within seconds from the overload of sensations.

When Samuel warned him, Dean relaxed his mouth and throat as much as he could. Taking the angel as deep as possible and swallowing several times as his lover came hard down his throat. Whimpering and moaning softly as he swallowed every drop that Samuel gave him. Only letting the angel’s softening flesh slip from his lips when Sam gently eased him away and helped him to his feet. Smiling and feeling a little weak in the knees for several reasons when the angel pulled him close and kissed him so tenderly, a sharp contrast to how he’d just rode him.

I loved it. It was amazing. He reassured, before his heart fluttered again embarrassingly as Samuel knelt down in front of him. Before it began to beat a little faster and harder against his ribs as he complied with the angel’s request. A small whimpering moan of pleasure escaping his lips in spite of himself and Samuel hadn’t even really touched him yet.

A louder gasp torn from his lips the way Samuel supported him easily as he lifted him up, the angel’s arms the only thing supporting him in fact besides the wall at his back. Despite feeling absolutely at the angel’s mercy he trusted Samuel completely.

“This is… creative…” He remarked, smirking a little, before he forgot how to speak entirely as the angel began to tease his cock with his lips and tongue. Toying with the crown and Dean tangled his fingers through the angel’s hair with a sharp cry of pleasure. “Oh god… Sam!”

Not creative... scroll 9, part 28 of the scroll the courtesan used to read to me. Sam’s heart lurched as he experienced Dean’s sudden inability to talk. Opening his mouth, he sucked Deans tip, making love to it with his tongue and drawing him in a little further with every swallow, and using his thumb to softly stroke the sensitive underside of that part of Dean’s cock still aching for entry.

Sam’s mouth never stopped, giving, receiving, tasting, learning and memorizing the taste of his lover all over again. He’d never get tired of this, of feeling the urgent thrusts in his mouth, of hearing the sounds coming from Dean. When his already husky voice went down an octave, it did things to the Angel’s insides... twisted him up in all sorts of knots.

When he finally sheathed Dean completely, he closed his mouth tight and pulled off, a shudder going through him as he felt the muscles under his palm on Dean’s belly clench and tighten. Sheathing him again, from root to tip, taking him all the way down so his cock bottomed out at his throat, he started to move up and down the length of Dean’s cock. God help him... God help him but he was going hard again, hard with need, hard with the thoughts of pleasuring his lover, of taking him again and again... of forgetting everything else...

Dean was caught between the urge to laugh and really wishing he could have thanked that courtesan right about now. But all he could do was moan over and over as Samuel took him a little further into his exquisite mouth.

With every suck, the angel’s fingers and tongue toying with his cock a little deeper each time, he felt himself come more undone. He couldn’t think. He could barely breathe. His muscles clenching and shaking with strain as he tried to thrust deeper into that sinful heat. His legs tightening on his lover’s shoulders, his head tossed back against the wet tile as he gasped helplessly, water running down his chest and abs. Wanting, needing more.

“Sam… Samuel… Yes, oh fuck… that’s good…” The young man groaned, his fingers clenching tight in the angel’s wet hair, before his lover took him all the way inside and Dean shouted loudly in pleasure. His body jerking so hard he was afraid for a moment he just might slip, but Samuel held him firmly. Not letting him go.

“Sam!” Dean cried out his lover’s name loud enough for anyone to hear as his muscles clenched. His balls drawing tight against the base of his cock as he thrust almost wildly with abandonment, all control lost. His whole body shuddering as he released into the angel’s mouth.

Every shudder, every cry, every needy thrust from Dean was experienced by Sam first hand, through their link. By the time Dean came, Sam was on the verge of internally combusting. He took everything Dean gave him, swallowing the jets of hot spunk, swallowing down his own moans, until he released Dean and slowly set him down.

Immediately, pulling him into his arms, Sam desperately rubbed his cock against him, against his thigh, his belly, nuzzling Dean’s throat as he released a second time. He was breathing hard, and trying to make his mouth work ... to speak. “I think we’re gonna need,” he paused and lifted his head to look at Dean. “Soundproofing.”

He was smiling a bit more smugly than was appropriate for an angel, but who said angels didn’t pick up habits from others? “Also, going to set the alarm an hour earlier. If this is any indication of how much time it will take us to get ready for work ...”

Dean felt almost embarrassingly weak and shaky by the time the angel set him on his feet, so he was more than grateful for several reasons when Samuel immediately drew him close again. Tilting his head back with a breathless moan as Sam nuzzled against his neck.

His arms wrapping tightly around the angel’s shoulders, fingers digging into the strong flexing muscles, holding tightly. Whimpering softly while Samuel rubbed against his over sensitive flesh, feeling the angel’s spikes of pleasure over their bond almost overwhelming after the release he’d just experienced.

The young man was left gasping right along with Samuel when he felt the hot splash of his lover’s seed against his stomach. Feeling completely relaxed, practically boneless, as he leaned into the angel’s strong body.

Dean couldn’t help but laugh softly however when Samuel mentioned they’d probably need soundproofing. Returning his lover’s overly pleased smile as he let his head come to rest comfortably on the angel’s shoulder. Closing his eyes with another blissful sigh.

“Sounds good to me.” He murmured against the angel’s skin. Kissing Sam’s neck softly. “Why can’t we just call in sick this once?”

“Because Angels are not lazy creatures unlike…” Samuel put his finger over Dean’s mouth, then prevented additional arguing with a deep kiss. He knew it probably wasn’t the end of it, but it was worth a try.

*

Separating had been a lot harder than Samuel anticipated. What was eight or nine hours, and they could talk over their link any time, he’d reassured Dean and watched him walk down the street toward Bobby’s garage. Turning the opposite way, Sam headed for one of the oldest, and now rare convents in the state.

The chapel was large, with beautiful stained glass windows imported from Italy. The floors were cold hard marble, and there were no knee rests. He felt right at home here, as he crossed himself and knelt in front of the alter. Forgive me father, for I have sinned…

Hours later, he left the chapel and was greeted by Sister Mary.

“You spent a lot of time in there, Samuel.” She put her hand on his arm as they walked.

“Even Angels need to, once in a while.” They stepped out into the inner courtyard. “The garden is lovely.”

“Yes it is,” she agreed. They walked among the rose bushes, and flowers, before entering the office. “The local hunters have almost used up our supply of holy water.”

He nodded. “I’ll take care of that. Do you have a list of those in need?”

“I always have a list.” Pulling her drawer open, she gave him a pad. After he had a chance to review it, she asked, “will you be able to help some of them?”

“All of them,” he ripped the page off and folded it neatly, putting it in his pocket, very much aware of the sharp eyes still on him. “Please don’t ask.”

She didn’t need to ask, she was one of the few who could see angels in their true form. As soon as he turned, she saw the red staining his wings, and this was after his time on his knees. Usually, the few marks he had when he came in were gone… leaving his wings snow white, before he left. She didn’t say anything.

Sam made his way to the cellar and blessed the barrels of water. The amounts necessary might draw suspicion, if the convent made its requests of the church, so he performed the duty.

*

A hot flush crept up Samuel’s cheeks. He wouldn’t be surprised to be told the back of his neck was red as well. This was his first time… ever… in a sex shop, and yes, he realized how ironic it was that he’d just prayed for forgiveness for having had sex.

“Anything I can help you with sweetie? Anything,” the store owner asked.

Being followed around, or given too much attention was not an uncommon occurrence for angels, and Sam was used to it. But under these circumstances, he wished he’d sent Dean. Clearing his throat, he pulled away from the too friendly hand on his back. “N… no thanks, just looking.””

“Virgin?”

Samuel coughed again and looked around. “No. Really, I’m just looking around.” When the man didn’t leave, he put his hand on his shoulder, “thank you, I’ll let you know if I need help.”

“Okay… any kind, any time sweetie. You just say the word… just say the word, baby…. “ he was backing away, but his eyes were still glued to the handsome… no that was too weak a word… perfection standing before him, looking slightly confused and tugging on the collar of his tee shirt.

Dean had complained only a few more times after their shower about having to go to work. Not that he hadn’t always enjoy going to work at Bobby’s garage, it was just that he’d much rather spend the day with Samuel today.

The angel had nearly died last night, after all. Even thinking about it sent a cold shiver down the young man’s spine. Not to mention the weeks before when there had been so much unbearable distance between them… After all that one day wasn’t too much to ask, was it?

He’d argued, downright begged, but Samuel had refused to relent to his persuading and so the young man had been forced to give up with a sigh and rather unmanly round of pouting. Which the angel had thoroughly kissed away. His lover’s reassurances, and promises of what he might have to look forward to when he got home, leaving Dean grinning from ear to ear in spite of himself when Sam finally sent him off to Bobby’s.

He was still grinning by the time he got to the garage, a little flushed and breathless having to run half the way to get there on time, but even that didn’t dampen his mood. He was still smiling, even whistling, as he worked on a few cars. One of the older mechanics finally remarking on his good mood and he endured a round of good natured teasing over what could have put him into that mood. Dean refused to divulge any information, but he didn’t stop smiling either.

Around lunch time Bobby was showing him the finer points of rebuilding an engine when he felt a strange sense of nervousness filtering across their bond. Samuel was uncomfortable about something, there was no doubt about that, but the feeling was odd. If he didn’t know better he’d say it was embarrassment. Dean could honestly say he couldn’t remember Samuel being embarrassed about anything. Uncomfortable, sure, but not embarrassed.

Everything all right? The young man sent almost cautiously over their link. Not knowing at the moment whether to feel more amused or concerned.

What? Yeah... everything’s fine. Samuel moved down the aisle, his blood pressure going up as he passed items that he’d never imagined, let alone seen.

Another salesman approached. “These are our best butt plugs, if you’re interested.”

Samuel jerked around, knocking some things down and hastily apologizing. “No, I’m not interested in... those look painful.”

“Oh not at all, you get used to them. Start small, and soon you’ll be graduating to—“

Sam raised his hand, “no... thanks... I’ll let you know,” he walked away. I’m in hell. All I want is some lube. Not to ‘be lubed’ and not any of these... these scary things they’re selling.

Dean tried to keep a straight face. He really did. But it was pretty much a lost cause from the moment Samuel said all he wanted was some lube, and a snort of laughter broke free from the young man.

Bobby, predictably looked at him like he was loony as a fruitcake, even though Dean tried to conceal it as a cough. But when the angel went on about ‘being lubed’ and all the ‘scary things’ complete with a mental picture he probably had no intention of sending Dean, he lost it completely.

He was left practically doubling over with laughter, holding his stomach and wiping tears away from his eyes while he gasped and tried to reassure Bobby he was fine and he wasn’t insane.

“I just… remembered something… I saw on TV. Sorry…” Dean ‘explained’ lamely, trying to control his laughter but failing miserably. Bobby merely rolled his eyes.

“Go get some lunch. We’ll pick this up later, you id’jit.” The older main said, trying to sound stern but Dean could see him trying to hold back a smile so Dean was relieved. The young man turned his attention back to Samuel as he walked out of the garage, still snickering.

Just don’t get anything that will make me break out in a rash in unmentionable places.

Rash. That can happen? Are you allergic to any— Seeing the salesman eyeing him from the other end of the aisle, he turned on his heels and walked in the other direction, feeling distinctly like he was being ‘hunted.’ It was one thing to be admired at a grocery store or in line at a bank, and quite another when surrounded by alien looking devices all geared for insertion or for inserting ones self...

He could feel Dean’s amusement over the link and his mouth went into a flat line. He wasn’t the one who was on the spot. Seeing stacks of smaller boxes, he headed toward them and started reading. Massage oils, interesting flavors... he was hung up on the chocolate flavored one until he took a sniff of the sample and set it back quickly, wrinkling his nose.

Moving on, his eyes nearly popped out of his head when he saw a rather large plastic foot. Looking around to make sure no one was looking at him, he picked it up and almost dropped it when a strangely ick sensation traveled up his arm because the rubber was all gooey soft and squishy. He made the mistake of turning it over and gasped. “Good God, it has a mouth.” Dean, they’re selling feet with mouth openings on the sole, I think I’m in the wrong place. Dropping it, he started eyeing the door and heading for it.

Dean was already barely holding it together when Samuel started asking him about his allergies, but when he felt the angel’s abject horror over their bond, not to mention the description of what exactly had caused it, the young man lost it again.

Clamping a hand over his mouth to stifle his laughter at least a little as he made his escape, locking himself inside the bathroom, and collapsing against the door in a fit of rather unmanly giggles. He knew he probably looked like an idiot right now, hiding in the bathroom. But it was better than going into the lunch area, he could only imagine the odd stares from the other mechanics he’d probably get and he’d had more enough experience with people looking at him like he was insane, he didn’t need a reminder.

Now that he was alone, he allowed himself to sink a little deeper into their bond, like he’d done the first time Samuel had gone into battle, and when he’d helped Gabriel and Michael find Sam last night. Able to pick up more of what the angel was feeling, not to mention seeing, Dean was consumed by another wave of uncontrollable laughter.

Especially as the angel tried to make his escape.

Hey, wait, where are you going? You promised you’d fuck me tonight. We need something. Just grab anything… or ask that guy for help. Ok, maybe he was being just a little bit evil, but he couldn’t really help himself. Oh god, next time he definitely wanted to go with Samuel to this shop.

I... alright. Defeated, Samuel turned back, trying not to figure out what that rather big wet tongue flopping around on the display table was for. So many things looked like body parts, disembodied, and just plain creepy.

"You look like a big boy, maybe you could use something like this?" A voice from behind Samuel had him turning around so fast, he nearly knocked the person over. Then he looked at the thing in the guy's hand. "What for?" he made the mistake of asking as he tried to make out what the stick was for.

"Twenty inches of uncut hotness up your ass. I'll swear by it, stand behind it, show you how to use it if you like."

"What... no... twenty?"

"Twenty. Just get it all nice and lubed and man... this baby slides in and out like the real thing. You can even warm it up..."

"Twenty... real thing..." Now I know what they mean when they say men have feelings of inadequacy. If I was twenty inches long, I wouldn't ... I mean it has to hurt and... He was quickly stepping away from the man, realizing the guy was just another customer, not even a salesperson.

Course that was when he backed straight into the real salesperson. "I just... really, I just want some lube," he whispered.

"Lube? Oh we have plenty of that."

Samuel cringed and wondered if the man thought whispering was a sin. Self-consciously, he followed him to the counter, where there were tubes and tubes of the stuff. "I want one that doesn't cause a rash."

"It's usually the condom that does that. You might be allergic to..."

"Oh, it's not me... it's..." Seeing the disbelief in the guy's eyes and wanting to cut this short, Sam nodded. "I'll take it."

"Which one?"

"All of them."

"All?"

"Uh hum, all." He had to stand there and listen to all sorts of speculation about orgies, and attempts to be invited, and he took it. Took it for Dean, because he'd promised. By the time he walked out the door with his brilliantly pink bag shouting 'Sex Shoppe' he was sure he matched its color.

By the time Samuel bought probably a year’s worth supply of lube and left the sex store Dean was having a difficult time breathing. Unable to keep his amusement from leaking over their bond, not even trying really, and knowing if he were a good boyfriend he probably shouldn’t be laughing like this at his lover’s misfortune, but he just couldn’t help himself.

What little guilt he had he assuaged by telling himself he’d make it up to Samuel later. Oh, boy, would he make it up to him in every way and position he could think of. Though that didn’t mean he couldn’t tease the angel mercilessly now.

You do love me. Dean sent with a soft mental laugh, if he were face to face with the angel right now he’d be batting his eyes playfully at Samuel. Though when he added the next part, the young man was glad that the angel happened to be across the city from him at the moment. Though next time you might just want to check the drug store. Usually right next to the condoms.

Yes, yes, I can’t help but love you, Samuel answered, smiling at the mental image of his very immodest lover. Next, he almost expected Dean to give him a run down off all his assets and charms.

He was passing a drugstore when Dean made his revelation and came to a standstill. They what?! Looking inside at all the nice, normal, non scary items and the non-aggressive salespeople, Samuel groaned. You... you knew this, and you let me... His mouth went flat for a moment, though he couldn’t help if the corners quirked up. Wait until you get home. I’m going to pull you over my knee and spank you. Maybe I should go back for those paddles they had...

Promises. Promises. Dean chuckled, wiping the tears of laughter from his eyes.

A loud banging on the bathroom door, one of the other mechanics yelling at him to quit hogging the loo, and Dean knew playtime was over. He quickly splashed some water on his face, flushed for effect, and unlocked the door. Letting Don take his place he went back out into the garage, biting the inside of his cheek to keep from losing it and cracking up again.

I should get back to work. See you at home.

Sam was a bit miffed his threat had backfired. He should learn by now, he really should. You are incorrigible, he huffed over their link, sensing that it only added to Dean’s amusement.

It was a good thing Dean went back to work, because the Angel didn’t have a prayer of winning an argument or getting the upper hand today, it seemed. It was a good thing he had a sense of humor, and did not share his brethren's sense of self importance. Very good.