Dean carried several bags of trash out the back entrance of the garage, tossing them into the dumpster there, glad that the day was finally over. Normally he almost lost track of time when he was working in the garage but today he couldn't help but notice how the hours dragged by. Because he couldn't stop thinking about going home to Samuel, the angel waiting for him, with plenty of lube to boot.

The young man chuckled to himself at that last thought, tossing the last plastic bag into the dumpster and wiping off his hands. He started to head inside when something made him stop in his tracks. A familiar cold feeling washing over him right before he heard a terrified scream.

Almost before he knew what he was doing, Dean was running down the back alleyway towards the sound of the scream. He didn't stop to think, because someone was in trouble. Knowing he was going in the right direction when the horrible feelings of cold and wrong only grew worse.

When he finally saw the demon towering over two girls he didn't stop to think. Grabbing the first thing he could lay his hands on from a pile of trash, a sturdy plank of wood, he swung it as hard as he could. Smashing it over the demon's head. Causing it to stagger but not fall. At least it had turned its attention away from the girls, of course, now it was pissed off and looking right at him.

"Run!" He yelled at the girls and thankfully they didn't ask questions. The demon advanced on him, shrieking bloody murder, and Dean figured now would probably be a good time to call Samuel for help. But he didn't get the chance.

"Dean! Duck!" A familiar voice shouted from behind him and the young man instinctively obeyed. Dropping out of the demon's reach as a glass bottle smashed in the creatures face. The thing screaming in pain now as its deformed skin hissed and bubbled sickeningly. Dean crawled back from the thing as a second bottle smashed against the demon's chest. Trying not to be sick from the horrible smell of sulfur mingled with burning rotting flesh.

"Exorcizo te, omnis spiritus immunde, in nomine Dei…" Dean turned to look at Bobby in awe, watching the older man as he recited the exorcism chant that Samuel had made Dean repeat before. The young man recognized it immediately even though he didn't remember all the words. Holding out some kind of medallion towards the demon as though it were a shield as he chanted. The creature screeching louder, making his ears ring, until it finally melted into the ground in a puddle of black and red flames.

Dean continued to stare at Bobby with wide eyes as the older man finished the chant.

"Bobby?" He had so many questions he didn't even know where to begin but the elder man merely shook his as he came over to him and dragged him up off the ground.

"What the hell were you thinking, boy! Trying to go up against a demon alone? Samuel is going to tan your hide if he finds out. Hell, I might just do it myself. I swear, sometimes I think you've got no brains at all! Let's go." Bobby was grumbling angrily as he dragged him along by the collar of his shirt back towards the garage.

Dean ignored the insult for now. He was too busy reeling over all the implications of what Bobby said, not to mention what he'd just seen.

"Wait a second? You know about Samuel? And Demons? How the hell did you do that? Bobby?" He grilled the older man all the way back to the garage, and then ignored Bobby's orders to just go home and stay out of trouble. Refusing to leave until the older man answered his questions.

Bobby finally sat him down, telling him that yes, he knew about Samuel and he knew about demons too because he was a hunter. A retired hunter, anyway. He told him how several years ago Samuel had saved his life when a 'job' had gone bad and that's how he met the angel. No, it hadn't been demons, but something else. There were apparently a lot of things out there that went 'bump in the night' from your worst nightmares, things people didn't believe in anymore. There weren't nearly enough angels in the world to get them all, and some humans, hunters like Bobby, killed them, helping keep innocent people safe.

By the time Dean started asking how someone became a hunter, Bobby apparently had enough of answering questions. Telling him not to even think about it, practically pushing him out the door, and ordering him to go home. Reminding him it was late and Samuel would be worried.

Of course, Dean couldn't stop thinking about it. But it wasn't until he got half way home did he realized exactly what he was thinking. That he wanted to learn how to become a hunter.

Everything was perfect. The dinner table was set, the candles were lit, and dinner was almost ready. But Dean was late. Looking out the window, Samuel saw it was dark and gave an audible sigh. Maybe for a split second he remembered what it was like only a couple of days ago. The avoidance, the coming home late... the hardly speaking. But just a brush of Dean’s mind told him everything was alright, that there were no barriers meant to keep him out, no cold empty feeling. Dean was just late... that was all.

Crossing the room, he sat down near the bay window, and turned a lamp on. Then started shuffling through boxes, and information pamphlets. This was definitely better... in the privacy of his own house. Much better. Dean, if you’re done making love to your cars, come home.

Getting no answer, he sent a mental image of himself holding Dean in his arms slowly kissing him, followed by an image of Dean kissing the cold hard metal of a car’s hood. A smile played around his mouth, but he didn’t say anything more.

By the time he was nearly home Dean was trying to decide how to ask Samuel about becoming a hunter, without mentioning the whole incident with the demon tonight, when he received the angel’s message over their bond. Feeling himself flush a little at the first image of Sam kissing him breathless, and unable to stop a small chuckle from escaping at the next one he received.

He sent back an image of himself stark naked, spread out over the hood of a classic black Chevy, while Samuel was thrusting inside of him, one of his newest favorite fantasies, as he took the stairs up to their apartment two at a time. Knowing how much his talk about cars put the angel to sleep but figuring even Samuel could appreciate that.

When he opened the door to the apartment, the first thing he noticed was the soft music playing in the background. Then he noticed the candles, the table set with some of the angel’s best dishes, and the smell of food cooking making his stomach grumble and his mouth water.

Finally he saw the angel standing over by the window, studying something intently, and Dean couldn’t help but smile touched and amused at the same time at the whole romantic setting. Samuel had sure gone all out. Shutting the door quietly as he crossed the room and wrapped his arms tightly around the angel’s waist from behind.

“I’m home.” He whispered unnecessarily, kissing the side of Sam’s neck, and looking over the angel’s shoulder. “What are you doing?”

A warm shiver went through the Angel. He dropped the pamphlet and turned around, still in Dean’s arms. “Waiting for this.”

Slanting his mouth across Dean’s, he cupped the side of his neck and kissed him slow and easy at first. Rubbing his mouth back and forth over Dean’s, he teased, never letting his tongue penetrate further than his lips, smirking when he felt Dean chase his tongue. Then Dean made a sound, and that broke Sam.

Pulling Dean closer, he pushed his tongue into the heat of Dean’s mouth, stroking, tasting, and exploring every corner. Electric heat crackled between them. Sam had no idea how he could need someone this much, or how he could have lived so many human life times and not have realized the difference between being alone, and coming home.

Breaking the kiss, he took a deep breath. “Angels are not supposed to bow down to addictions,” he said seriously, his gazed traveling between those sinful lips and eyes hotter than the fires of hell, at least in the poetic sense.

For a moment Dean forgot how to think completely as the angel turned in his arms and proceeded to torture him slowly with his lips and tongue. Teasing him, and for someone who’d never had sex before last night, Samuel was a fucking amazing kisser, no doubt about it.

The young man made a sound in his throat half way between a moan and a groan of frustration when after the angel would not let him deepen the kiss.

A moment later Samuel was clutching him closer and practically devouring his mouth, much to Dean’s approval. The young man arching and sliding his body up against the angel’s, letting his hands slide down Sam’s shoulders. Raking across his back and cupping his ass, squeezing the muscles firmly.

When the angel finally let him come up for air, Dean couldn’t help but grin up at Samuel. Panting a little and licking his lips, knowing and loving how Sam was watching his every move.

“Angels have a lot of stupid rules.” Dean answered just as seriously before pressing his mouth back to Samuel’s again with a groan. Making love to Sam’s mouth with his tongue.

“Mmm,” Sam tried to agree, but his mouth was otherwise occupied. He’d never get tired of this, ever. Of him... of Dean. Holding him close, he stroked and touched, and kissed him back until they both needed to come up for air.

“I thought you were dessert. It turns out you’re really the appetizer,” he grinned, still holding him close and swaying from side to side, loving how they fit together. “Tomorrow’s Saturday. We can stay in bed like you wanted,” he said, almost laughing at the decadent light that entered Dean’s eyes.


“Order pizza...” he made a slight face. He still didn’t get Dean’s fascination with fast food. “Watch your car races on t.v.” Yeah, he’d probably read a book at the same time or get on his computer, and smile and nod at the right moments. He did like the end of a race though, that part could be exciting. “Unless you want to get up early and do some work around the neighborhood. You know Mrs. Kravitz could use some help with getting her groceries, but she likes to go shopping at seven a.m. sharp.”

“I can be the desert too, I’m versatile.” Dean clarified, grinning back at the angel.

Definitely liking Sam’s idea of staying in bed late. If last night was any indication, he’d be needing the rest come tomorrow morning. When Samuel went on to mention them getting pizza tomorrow too and watching his race shows, he knew he was being spoiled, but he wasn’t about to complain one damn bit.

He practically purred in agreement, letting his head rest on Samuel’s shoulder. Snuggling a little closer to the angel as they swayed a little in time to the music. When Dean realized it he gave another small chuckle. It was the closest to dancing he’d ever get, that’s for sure.

Dean made a face however when Samuel mentioned getting up early instead, seven a.m. early to be exact. God, talk about cruel and unusual torture.

“Um… I think I liked your first ideas better.” Dean finally replied with a small laugh, though when Samuel mentioned ‘helping’ around the neighborhood it reminded the young man about what he wanted to talk to the angel about. Now was as good a time as any he supposed.

“I was talking to Bobby today, and there was something I wanted to ask you about…” He began, trying to decide exactly how to word his request when the buzzer from the oven sounded signaling that their dinner was ready.

"Oh yeah?" Letting him go, Samuel started for the kitchen. "Let me guess, you want to work more days with your precious cars." Chuckling he opened the oven and brought the lasagna out, setting it on top of the stove.

In short order, Samuel had the salad and pasta on the table. He also brought out a bottle of red wine he'd been saving for a special occasion, together with a bottle of beer, since he knew that was Dean's preference. "I don't mind if you really want to do that, but I'd like you to have other experiences. See what else you might like to do before choosing."

Walking around the table, he pulled chair out and indicated for Dean to come over and sit. "I was thinking you might want to try a class or two. Don't give me that look, it could be in anything. You like movies, or music... art. Just... if you're going to have glue and paint around, can you maybe do it on the roof." He knew Dean thought he was too particular about keeping the place mess free.

Dean couldn’t help but smile a little as the angel made his guess. Wrong of course, but it amused him nonetheless. Especially when the angel went on to talk about how he wanted him to have other ‘experiences’ and to see what else he might like doing before he decided.

Well, he was certainly thinking of broadening his horizons, so to speak. Samuel should be happy about that, right? Though he had a feeling this wasn’t exactly what the angel was talking about.

“Not exactly…” Dean replied as he sat down at the table. Making a face when Sam suggested he take a class or two. An art class even. Was he kidding? He began to wonder if all the sex had melted the angel’s brain or something. Dean rolled his eyes.

“You know, we had arts and crafts at the asylum too. Most of the other patients spent more time eating the paste and glitter. It wasn’t pretty.” Dean grumbled a little. He certainly didn’t need to be reminded of that.

“I want to learn how to be a hunter.” Dean finally just blurted out to stave off any more suggestions about pottery or basket weaving classes or whatever.

“... it doesn’t have to be arts—“ hearing Dean’s pronouncement, Samuel almost dropped the plate he’d just put a portion of lasagna on for Dean. Hunter. He couldn’t be serious. He’d better not be serious.

“Music is good. It’s safe. Raphael plays the harp. I play the piano. You could...” he looked over at Dean and caught his expression of disbelief. “Alright, maybe not the harpsichord, but I could see you with drums or a guitar... even those loud electric ones that make people go deaf.”

He set the plate down and made sure Dean got some salad, before sitting down and pouring some wine. He drank half his glass, before looking at Dean again. That stubborn tilt of his lover’s chin, which he sometimes found fascinating, scared him right now. “I can’t stand the thought of you in that kind of danger. We’ll find something else you’re interested in.”

He tasted his food carefully, and looked back at Dean. “Eat, so we can get to dessert. I want to suck on something sweet.” Heat rose to his cheeks, but he knew subtlety would not distract Dean.

Dean frowned when Samuel paused briefly then merely continued speaking as though he hadn’t even heard him at all. At first the young man was so stunned he could only stare in confusion and disbelief at the angel, not really knowing what to think.

What the hell?

He’d had no doubt that Samuel probably wouldn’t like the idea of teaching him how to become a hunter. That he would probably have to argue, beg, and do god knows what else to prove to the angel that he was serious about this. But he hadn’t expected Sam to just disregard him completely.

He didn’t think Sam had done that before and he was surprised how much it hurt. To have Samuel ignore him like so many other people had done in the past. He barely heard the angel go on about music, the piano, and what the fuck was a harpsichord anyway?

Find something else he was interested in… like Dean had just suggested stamp collecting or some other hobby. He knew it was going to be dangerous. He knew exactly what was asking and knew it wasn’t some kind of game. He wasn’t stupid. Then why was Samuel treating him like he was?

Dean looked down at his food, feeling like he’d suddenly lost his appetite. Only looking up again when the angel made his bold announcement about desert and he frowned harder at the angel. Though at the moment the young man wasn’t sure if he was angrier at Samuel or himself. Maybe he should have waited before having this talk. All day he’d been looking forward to coming home, being with Samuel, the last thing he wanted was to be angry or fight with the angel.

But if this was the way to prove to Samuel that he was serious about this…

“Do you think I can stand the thought of you in that kind of danger all the time? You almost died last night, so don’t even try to tell me it’s different. In case you’ve forgotten, I’m always in danger. Every time I step outside that door because I can see them, feel them, they know it and I’m tired of being so damn defenseless. I need to do this, Samuel… please…”

Dean’s thoughts and rising anger came through loud and clear through the mental link. Sam stiffened and set his fork down. “Do not project on me what you feel others have thought about you or how they’ve treated you. I have not for one moment thought you were, as you put it, dumb.”

Sam’s nostrils flared slightly as Dean continued, each of his verbal words punctuated by the heat of his anger, and that same feeling that he’d been somehow wronged. He was well aware of the dark place their last argument had lead them, but the Angel would not be a prisoner to fears that Dean would walk away again.

“It’s not the same. It’s not.” Palm flat on the table, Sam leaned forward toward Dean. “I was made for this, my body is built for battle, for all my duties. I have lived thousands of years. You are human. Fragile. I did not save you from the depths of hell only for you to meet an early death because you want to be a hunter.” A curse almost left Samuel’s lips at the though of the dangers Dean would place himself in.

“Already, we have very little time together. For you a lifetime, for me... a blink of an eye. Don’t ask me to let you cut it shorter, don’t you ask me for that Dean.” He let the depth of his fears flood their mind link. “Hunters don’t live long. I need you to live. I will protect you. Let me.”

Dean flinched only a little as the angel read his thoughts and thoroughly chastised him for them. Alright perhaps that had been unfair to Samuel, even though he'd never meant for the angel to 'hear' those thoughts. Dean could admit when he was wrong and it wasn't as if he meant to project. But the angel couldn't deny how he'd brushed away his words with little consideration, trying to distract him rather than talk to him. Fine, Samuel had never thought he was 'dumb' but that didn't stop the angel from treating him like a child who didn't know what he wanted.

The young man felt a mixture of anger and sorrow flood through him even as he defiantly met the angel's eyes. As Samuel argued how different they were. How he was 'built' for battle. What was he 'built' for then?

He had this... curse... this ability to see things, demons, other things, as they truly were. Why him? Why had he been tortured all his life seeing these things? Why did he have it if he was not meant to use it somehow? It was so much easier to believe this had been given to him for a reason other than a sick cosmic joke...

Dean finally had to look away from the angel. Not because he was backing down, but because he had to blink back the sudden sting of tears in his eyes and he did not want Samuel to see.

Fuck... Why did it always have to come back to this between them? Clashing like this. He hated being at odds with Samuel. Absolutely hated it. They'd only been... for one day, less than one day even... on good terms and now they were angry and arguing with each other again when all Dean had wanted all day was for Samuel to hold, touch, and kiss him.

He didn't want to leave Samuel. God, he that was the last thing he wanted. He didn't want to die and leave the angel alone. He certainly didn't want to cut their time together any shorter. A couple months ago Dean wouldn't have argued with the angel's wishes. He would have agreed to simply let Samuel go on keep protecting him.

But he wasn't the same anymore. He wasn't that scared boy cowering in the bed crying, just silently begging for it to be over while someone stronger than him hurt him... He didn't want to be that anymore. Samuel couldn't always protect him every second of every day for the rest of his life. He didn't want the angel to, even. Dean wanted to be able to protect himself. He wanted to be able to protect others. And he couldn't do either if he didn't know how to fight these things. If Samuel wouldn't teach him... he'd just have to find someone who would.

He sighed softly, looking back to the angel. Feeling Samuel's fears clearly over their bond and trying to sooth them with a wave of reassurance and love. Even as he knew his next words would likely piss the angel off... or break his heart.

"I wasn't asking you for permission, Sam... I was asking for your help." Dean smiled sadly, reaching across the table to grasp the angel's hand tightly. "I'm sorry but you're not always going to be able to protect me, unless you plan on locking me away in this apartment forever. But its all right, I understand, and you don't have to do this, I'll do it myself. And I'm not about to go dying on you any time soon, I swear. You can't get rid of me that easily..."

Samuel looked down at his hand in Dean’s, struggling against emotions battling inside him. Fear. Rising anger at Dean’s rebellion, and pride... he was not a child, not anymore. .

“You are not talking about defense, you are talking about taking the offensive against them. Don’t try to bamboozle me, I have walked this earth too long.” Lifting his head, he met Dean’s gaze. Did he really think couching it, shrouding the truth of what he intended would trick him into supporting this crazy scheme of his. “I offer you the world, anything you want to do... to be, and you choose this? To rub elbows with every dark thing out there? To be in danger of losing your life all the time?”

A muscle throbbed in his jaw at the thought of going through what they had when Dean had been attacked by a demon on the street so long ago. It wouldn’t be once, it would be over and over, each time he faced something new.

“You do this, you do it without my agreement. I see now how much what I want means to you.” Righteous indignation flowed from the Angel who wasn’t used to having his will crossed.

He pulled his hand away, his plans of a romantic dinner crashing and burning around him. Maybe they would never be that couple he’d seen in his dream.

Hurt flashed across the young man’s face when Samuel pulled his hand away, but Dean schooled his expression quickly. Trying to remind himself that the angel had every right to be upset. To be angry. Also trying to remind himself that the reason Sam was so angry in the first place was because he was worried. Because he cared about him… it didn’t really make it any easier. In fact, it might have only made it harder.

“Yes. I choose this.” He said decisively, pulling his hand back. He would not reach out to Samuel if the angel didn’t want him to, and if Samuel did not want to help him, then that was fine too. Just like he said. He’d find someone else to teach him, or he’d teach himself.

Maybe it wouldn’t even work out. Maybe he’d be a lousy hunter. But he had to try. He just knew somewhere deep inside him that he had to do this.

And maybe Sam was right too about it not being about defense. At least, not only his. Tonight… those girls had been completely defenseless. They’d had no idea what it was attacking them. If it had been a man, maybe they would have had a chance. He hadn’t really had a chance either, but if he’d done nothing then they might be dead now. At least he’d been able to help a little and it felt… good. It felt right.

He knew Samuel had to understand that. Why else would the angel do what he did?

Dean sighed softly and looked down at his plate. Unable to meet the angel’s angry eyes anymore, and besides, he’d said his peace. He even managed to take a few bites of his food, though he was hardly hungry anymore and he couldn’t really enjoy it like he would have wanted to and that filled him with regret. Not for making his choice, but because it had led them to this place once more, and Dean didn’t know how to bridge the distance widening between them. Did Samuel even want him to?

“Are you regretting loving me now?” Dean finally asked, unable to look up at the angel as he said the words or stop his voice from breaking a little with emotion when he did.

Samuel wasn’t accustomed to opposition, his expression made that clear as he pushed away from the table and stood up, dropping his napkin.

“I regret that you’ve had a terrible life growing up.” In one step, he was pulling Dean up off his chair. “I want to give you a normal life,” he cleared the table with his arm, sending dishes clattering to the ground, breaking porcelain and crystal, hours of work down the drain, and he hardly noticed.

He lifted Dean up, and sat him on the table and spoke through clenched teeth, spacing his words out. “I regret that you are throwing my gift back in my teeth.” Seeing Dean’s tongue dart out to lick his lips, Sam’s body clenched. All day long, he’d anticipated a different end to the night. Gripping Dean’s shirt, he easily tore it open, buttons flying to the ground.

He pulled Dean closer to the edge of the table, and stepped between his legs, bringing their groins into hard contact. His heart immediately started to slam into his chest. A part of him wished Dean didn’t hold such power over him. “I regret that you disregard my advice and my wishes so easily. That you’re stubborn, and willful. That you drive me crazy...”

Shoving his hands under Dean’s tee shirt, he pushed the material up, his eyes darkening with desire. “Anything else you think I regret is in your mind. Don’t... don’t make every argument an end game. Don’t.” Swooping down, he took Dean’s mouth in a hard, relentless kiss, keeping him from falling back just using his hands under Dean’s shirt to keep him up.

White hot heat spiraled through Samuel’s body. He moaned lightly, grinding his hips against Dean’s, showing him how hard he was already. Why do you want to torment me? Why, Dean?

Dean raised his head when he heard the angel get up suddenly. Tensing involuntarily, his fork clattering to his plate, and his eyes never leaving Sam’s as the angel rounded the table and forcefully dragged him out of his chair before he could stand. The hard unforgiving look on Samuel’s face making him feel just a little nervous in spite of himself, who wouldn’t feel just a little nervous standing face to face with an avenging angel, after all? Even knowing that Samuel would never hurt him…

Not physically anyway. But if there was one thing the young man had learned there were lots of ways to hurt someone that didn’t always involve physical pain. It was that kind of pain that Dean was bracing himself now for. For Samuel to tell him he did regret it… For the angel to tell him that if he insisted on becoming a hunter he would have to leave…

Just imagining all the things Samuel could say had his heart hammering even before he jumped as the angel angrily sent their food and dishes crashing loudly to the floor with a sweep of his hand. Easily lifting him up on the now cleared surface.

Dean licked his lips nervously. He wanted to shake his head no. No, he wasn’t throwing all of that back into Samuel’s face. He was grateful for everything that the angel had done for him. Samuel had saved him in so many ways. Not only from Hell. The asylum, Rick, and demons, but from himself as well. He owed Samuel everything. He didn’t forget that. But hadn’t Samuel also tried to teach him that it was his life? That he had to live it and make his own choices?

The young man gasped when his shirt was ripped open and his heart began to beat faster for a different reason now. His mouth going dry and his skin flushing with heat as Samuel dragged him to the edge of the table. The angel pushing himself between his legs and Dean’s fears were scattered to the winds as Samuel crushed their mouths together.

Dean went willingly into the angel’s arms, moaning in pleasure as he opened his mouth, accepting his lover’s kiss without hesitation despite the roughness of it. He wrapped his arms around Samuel’s neck, his fingers tangling in the angel’s hair, clutching him closer. His legs gripping around Sam’s waist, arching against the angel trying to get their bodies even closer. Letting Samuel support him. Trusting him never to let him fall.

I don’t want that. I don’t, I swear. Dean promised, kissing the angel harder, opening his mind to show Samuel nothing but love and desire.

And yet you do torment me. In the grips of desire and lust, Samuel was talking about a whole other type of torment now. He couldn’t get enough of Dean, the way he tasted, the way he chased his tongue... catching... releasing... catching. The way he clung to him, moved against him, knowing exactly what he needed... when he needed.

Pulling his mouth away, Sam slid his hand behind Dean’s back and with his free hand, push pushed his tee shirt up. With Dean bowed backwards, Samuel lowered his mouth and kissed his belly, licking hot trails along the indentations of his muscles, moving up and down... sucking, nipping.... never getting enough.

Consumed by fiery hunger, he shared it with Dean. Let him know how close he always walked to the edge, when it came to Dean. He ground his hips, hot and aggressive against his lover, wanting him, wanting to be inside him, wanting to catch his every breath, be the reason for his every cry, wanting them to merge. I can’t stand the thought of losing you. I can’t. Please don't do this...

Dean wanted to protest again that the last thing he ever wanted to do was cause Samuel pain. But the way the angel was kissing him, touching him, driving him to the edge with need, was scattering all his rational thoughts to the wind.

All he could do was whimper in protest when his lover ripped his mouth away leaving him aching and wanting. Then Samuel was pushing up his shirt even more. Bending him back, and leaving hot trails of fire along his skin with his mouth, making the young man shudder and moan wantonly.

“Samuel… oh god…”

He lifted his hips, gripping Samuel’s shoulders in a bruising grip, and grinding his erection against his lover. Moaning at the feel of the angel’s answering hardness digging into him. Silently begging for more. Everything that Sam was willing to give him.

“You won’t lose me… you won’t…” Dean swore, even as he felt tears stinging his eyes at Samuel’s pain. The depth of his fear. Understanding it better than Samuel might realize because he had felt it too, last night. Guilt clawing inside of him knowing he could ease it if he promised Sam he wouldn’t do this… but it would be a lie.

Because he knew it was something he just had to do. He had to try. And just like he would never ask Samuel to stop doing what he did, even after last night, he prayed that the angel would eventually understand why he had to do it. Just like he understood why Samuel did…

“I love you… make love to me… please…”

Dean's words had Samuel shuddering as he struggled for control. Raising his face, he allowed Dean to see the naked ... relentless desire in his expression.

Eyes locked with Dean's, he started to undo Dean's pants. There was no fumbling, no caressing, no delay. Gripping the jeans and Dean's underwear, Samuel took a single step back and had Dean naked. He stripped his own top off and walked away to the table near the window.

He couldn't for the life of him remember whether he'd put what he deemed the best lubes in the pile to the right or the left, nor could he start the process of reading the materials all over. Snatching one up, he opened it as long strides carried him back to Dean who'd taken his shirt off.

As Samuel undid his belt and pants, his heated gaze lingered first on Dean's swollen lips, his flushed skin, and traveled down the length of his body. He loved the way Dean didn't shrink away or try to hide from his view. Liked the way he boldly stared back, meeting the fire in Sam's stare with fire of his own.

Sam dropped his pants to the ground, kicking them away. Every cell in his body screamed for him to take what was his, and he wasn't arguing. Stepping between Dean's legs, he pressed his thick, fierce arousal, firmly against Dean's groin, simultaneously melding their mouths together.

As they kissed and ground their hips, and groaned and clawed at each other trying to get closer, all Samuel could think of was how much he needed this one man. Of all the men and women he'd walked by, this one had captured his heart, his body... his very soul. I love you too. No matter what.

Needing to be inside Dean and sensing his lover's need for he same thing, he looped his arms over Dean's thighs and unerringly finding his hole, started to liberally apply lube. Give me your tongue, he demanded, distracting Dean as he pushed his thumb slowly inside, working in as much of he ointment as he could.

Despite the relentless demands of his body, he kept his control, tongue fucking Dean and flooding his mind with powerfully erotic images that he'd pulled from Dean's own mind at other times, using them to make him so crazy with need, he wouldn't notice how he was being stretched and prodded by the Angel's fingers.

Feeling his lover's shudder, Sam moaned and penetrated his finger deeper... finding the spot he'd been searching for. "That's it... that's it Dean," he whispered against his lips, stroking him with every press of his finger. "Good... you're doing good..." The Angel's voice was thick and strained as he battled powerful urges to ease his achingly rock hard erection by burying himself deep inside Dean.

Dean’s stomach muscles clenched. A small moan escaping his lips when Samuel lifted his head, the hungry look full of desire in his lover’s eyes making him feel weak. His heart beating harder against his ribs like it was trying to break free from his chest. He couldn’t have looked away from those eyes if his life depended on it. He was held captive. Willingly. Samuel owned his body, his heart, his soul…

“Yes…” He groaned under his breath, lifting his hips eagerly as the angel all but ripped his jeans off of his legs. Dean hated letting Samuel go even for a moment but allowed Samuel to step away from him. Because if he guessed right they would definitely need what the angel was going for.

The young man quickly stripped off his shirt. Leaning back, enjoying the view. The way the muscles of his lover’s back moved. Te way the candlelight danced across his perfect skin. So much more beautiful than any dream could ever be.

Dean licked his lips, letting his legs slide apart further unashamedly for the angel, loving the way Samuel was looking at him. His own eyes raking over his lover’s body just as hungrily as the angel looked at him. His gaze lingering on Samuel’s hard cock as the angel stripped off his last article of clothing.

Want you… so bad…

He groaned into the smoldering kiss he was given, lifting his hips, rubbing their cocks together as Samuel ground against him. Clutching at the angel’s back for support and lifting his legs as he leaned back even more giving Samuel access to his most intimate place.

Whimpering as the angel simultaneously sucked on his tongue while making him even hotter with images of all the sinful things he wanted his lover to do to him. The fingers breeching inside his body making him burn, quickly eased by the coolness of the lube making Dean shudder and clench around them. But his body warmed quickly around the fingers penetrating him and relaxed, moaning for more.

“Yes, please… more…” Dean moaned, shuddering hard, his fingers digging into his lover’s muscles as the angel touched that place inside of him that set him on fire.

Need you…

"Here, right here." Samuel kept kissing, kept caressing, distracting Dean… even though his lover's every restless movement drove him closer to the edge. He was not going to allow anything to make at least this less than perfect, even if the wait killed him… both of them.

He moved his mouth over every inch of Dean's throat, sucking, licking… returning to his mouth, and then mapping his jaw… his cheeks, his eyes, only to return to his again to his mouth. Trying to ignore the demands of his body, his raging arousal… this terrible need to be inside Dean.

Minutes ticked by. Samuel's blood thickened, inching through his veins, pounding at his temples. His entire focus was on the man he was holding, kissing, touching, and tasting. The silken heat of Dean's mouth was incredible, addicting. Between that and the way Dean's body rippled with pleasure in his arms, Samuel was about to go mad.

He shifted suddenly, replacing his fingers with the head of his cock lodged firmly against Dean's hole. His tip became coated with lube, moist and slippery, while he pulsed against Dean's entrance. Gripping his hip, he pulled back. "Look at me. Please," he begged, his voice hoarse with anguish as he started to push inside, inch by inch, eyes locked with Dean's… taking in his every reaction, groaning as he battled against the instinct to ram himself inside and take what was his.

Samuel seemed intent on driving him insane with pleasure and Dean was all too happy to be along for the ride. He couldn’t stop whimpering and moaning as the angel mapped every inch of his face and throat with his lips. Those amazing lips returning to his mouth over and over, kissing him senseless.

He was so ready. So god damn ready. But Samuel made him wait, kept opening him up for his cock. His lover making his body shudder around the fingers working so deeply inside of him, and it felt so damn good but he wanted more. Needed more.

Then, finally Samuel was pressing against him. The hot tip of his shaft nudging against his hole and Dean stilled. His breath catching in his throat as he stared at the angel as Samuel asked. His eyes open wide trying to show all the ache, all the longing and desire, he felt for Sam. All of his need, all of his love, everything that belonged to Samuel.

“Yes…” He moaned, tightening his legs around the angel’s waist, trying to draw Samuel deeper inside of him. Any ache he might have felt by his lover’s entry completely overshadowed by the overwhelming pleasure of having Sam inside of him for the first time. Claiming, loving him completely…

“Love you, Samuel… feels so good…

Samuel sank all the way into Dean, pulsing hard against him but hardly moving more than an inch. His expression was fierce, his eyes, the way he held Dean, possessive... wild. “I love you, Dean. Always.”

With each excruciatingly slow movement, he told Dean under no uncertain terms, that nothing would tear them apart. He wouldn’t allow it. By the time he was done with his proclamations, his body was raging with need... shuddering as he exerted the last shreds of his control and kissed up the center of Dean’s chest.

When he go up to his mouth, when he felt Dean’s legs squeezing his hips, felt him tugging, Samuel broke. Groaning, he pulled Dean impossibly closer and started to fuck him, closing his eyes as he pulled slightly out and slammed back inside. He arched his back, moving harder, with deliberate movements, wanting, needing to give Dean the same pleasure he was getting.

So tight, so hot Dean. So hot, this should be illegal... even for non-Angels, he added. The pressure built, like a volcano about to erupt. Samuel moved faster, deeper, catching his lover’s sounds, groaning as Dean’s fingers bit into him, his need, his desires coming through loudly across their connection.

The heavy table started to move across the floor under Samuel’s now almost violent thrusts. Growling in frustration, he gripped Dean’s ass with one large hand, helping him rise to meet him halfway. “Come... come with me,” he commanded hoarsely.

Dean made a sound between a whimper and a moan when Samuel finally seated himself balls deep inside of him. Fuck, but Sam was so thick and hot, so deep inside of him. It made him ache, but it felt so damn good. The way the angel was looking at him making him so hot inside it felt like his insides were melting.

“Yes… yes…” He panted with each soft kiss the angel pressed into his skin. Leaning back and shifting one of his hands to grip the edge of the table when Samuel began to pull out and thrust hard back inside of him. Fucking him. Every movement his lover made inside of him making him burn, making him tremble with pleasure, making him his.

“Oh god…” Dean groaned, his head falling back, squeezing tightly around his lover’s hard cock, feeling Sam’s flesh throb inside him. It was amazing. It was everything he’d wanted and more. He’d never imagined anything could feel this good. Feel this perfect.

“Samuel… oh god, Sam!” He cried out his lover’s name loudly, until he was completely unable to form anything more than wordless sounds of pleasure. The angel pounding into him so hard he knew he was going to feel it all day tomorrow and he didn’t care. That’s what he wanted. That’s what he needed.

Samuel’s command the final push he needed it seemed. Forcing him over that razors edge between pain and pleasure, making him cry out hoarsely as he covered both their stomachs with his semen without his cock even being touched.

Samuel’s entire body clenched in response to Dean’s gutteral cry. He drove inside his lover, thrusting mindlessly and spilling his seed deep inside Dean, claiming him completely. For a short time, he kept moving slowly, whispering about how good it was, how good they were together, then he realized Dean couldn’t be very comfortable.

Stepping back slowly, he helped Dean off the table. “I didn’t mean to be so rough,” he admitted. He hadn’t been able to help himself, hadn’t exerted as much control as he might have liked. Maybe it was the conversation before... he’d been angry, but that was no excuse. I’m sorry. Next time I’ll make sure there’s a bear skin or something soft to lay on, handy.

No part of the evening had gone the way of their first time in their interactive dream. The last thing he wanted was for Dean to be disappointed or feel cheated. Slanting his mouth over Dean’s, he dipped his tongue inside, drawing Dean’s body up hard against his. Let’s shower... and then I plan to taste you all over. Lifting his head, he smiled. "All night long."

Dean was still breathing hard, his body still trembling in the aftershocks of pleasure, sweat and come drying on his skin, Samuel’s leaking out of his body when the angel eased out of him, helping him stand on legs that were shaking just a little too much to support his weight, kissing him… and the angel was apologizing to him? When Samuel pulled away the young man could only stare at his lover for a moment as though he’d lost his mind before Dean actually laughed softly and leaned in to press another breathless kiss to his lover’s mouth.

“Don’t apologize, it was fucking amazing. I’m never going to be able to eat at the table again without getting a hard on.” He whispered against the angel’s lips, grinning at Samuel before kissing him again, slower and deeper. Moaning into the angel’s mouth, rubbing his body up against him like a cat. Another pleasant shiver of pleasure rippling through him as he did.

Yeah, maybe he was just a little on the sore side and was going to be walking a little funny tomorrow. Maybe he’d have a few extra bruises from just how tightly Samuel had held him. Maybe he was still regretting that whole argument about hunting and was hoping the angel didn’t make him clean up the mess he’d made because of it. At the same time, it had been perfect. The two of them, together, was always perfect.

“I’ve got a better idea.” Dean said, stepping away from Samuel with a grin. Moving into the kitchen quickly and rummaging through the cupboards before coming up with the angel’s treasured chocolate syrup. “How about we wait on the shower and just get right to desert?”

The angel literally winced at Dean's announcement. And now I'll never be able to eat there and not wonder whether you're hard. His laughter was cut short by their long, lingering kiss. The way Dean was pressing and sliding against him, already Sam's body was showing signs of recovery and interest.

He protested when Dean pulled away from him, immediately missing how he felt in his arms. Seeing him stride into the kitchen, showing off his completely nude body, Sam didn't know whether to laugh or to make him come right back. The latter idea was winning out.

When Dean returned, Sam's eyes were filled with curiosity. "You're hungry..." Dessert. He meant... a smile spread over Dean's face. "Agreed," he said, his throat feeling a bit dry. Clearing it, he put his hand out and took Dean's, tugging him close as they walked down the hall. "First you draw me into a web of forbidden love and lust. Now you're sucking me into a life of gluttony, I'm afraid of what's next."

Though he laughed, Samuel gave Dean a look. If anyone could make him fall, it was Dean.