Dean was utterly astonished just how fast a three months could pass by, like the blink of an eye. Growing up in the asylum time never flew by, it dragged. Every day the same. Every day of pain leading into another. Nothing ever changing. He didn't think much about his time there anymore, except when he simply stopped long enough to marvel at just how much his life had changed since Samuel had come for him.

But now a days, who had time to stop? There was simply too much to do. Too much to learn. Learning how to become a hunter.

At first when he'd gone back to Bobby to ask the older man to teach him how to be a hunter Bobby had been just as adamant as Samuel had been against it. It had taken a few days of near constant arguing and begging for him to finally convince the man to agree to train him. Probably the only reason Bobby had finally agreed was because he realized how dead set he was on it, and the older man said it was better he learn things properly than going out half cocked and getting himself killed. Frankly, Dean had to agree.

So Dean would stay late after work helping Bobby close up shop at the garage and the older man would teach him everything he knew about hunting. Which was a fucking lot, Dean had learned. Bobby had been quite the hunter in his day and taught him all about the different things out there, things Dean had never imagined were out there beyond nightmares, and how to kill them. Their strengths, weaknesses, often when he left the garage his head felt near to exploding with all the new gory information filling it.

Bobby had also loaned him books that he took home to read for more research on all the things out there that went bump in the night. Books on demons, witches, magic rituals. Some of them so old the pages were yellowed and the bindings were near falling apart. The older man had also given him books of Latin to learn and memorize, especially exorcism rites, which Dean sometimes read aloud.

Samuel, true to his word, refused to help him and Dean didn't ask again. At least not overtly. He knew the angel wasn't pleased at all about what he was doing, but neither did Sam try to stop him.

Sometimes when Dean was sitting on the couch reciting a difficult Latin passage aloud that he just couldn't get right the angel would correct him. Then there had been the name and address of the martial arts instructor that had been left on a piece of paper inside one of his books. Not one of those sissy places that rich parents sent their kids to after school either. The man taught serious hand to hand combat skills and often when he came home Dean was sore as hell and had several bruises but he never felt better in his life.

Of course Dean paid for the instruction himself, and he never thanked Samuel for the paper. Hunting was kind of the big white elephant in the room that neither of them would talk about, pretending it wasn't there at all. Dean didn't really like it, but what could he say? He hoped that the angel would eventually get used to the idea. Maybe see that this was really what he was meant for, like Dean now knew, but he had a feeling that wasn't going to happen any time soon. Would probably, in fact, get worse before it got better once Dean decided he'd studied enough and wanted to put some of his new knowledge to use.

Every morning Dean would wake up and exercise. Sit ups, pushups, sometimes he'd use the weights he'd bought, and then he'd go for a run for a few miles. He was amazed at the changes in his body already from his training. He'd always been leanly muscled, but he was really starting to bulk up now. His muscles becoming quite well defined thanks to his efforts, and he could tell Samuel had noticed. His martial arts instructor said he had great reflexes and he was learning fast. Bobby had mentioned taking him to the local gun range and teaching him how to shoot.

All in all, Dean couldn't remember ever being happier or more content in his life. In spite of the whole hunting thing things were going rather well between him and Samuel too. Dean didn't stay in his own bedroom anymore, that room still used for his clothes and other belongings, but he slept in the angel's bed every night, waking up warm and content every morning in his lover's arms.

Just like he was now, Dean thought with a lazy smile as he slowly stretched. His muscles shifting and his joints popping a little, snuggling a little back into the warm body wrapped around him from behind. They'd made love long and slow last night and Dean felt pleasantly sore and languid this morning. Well, more like afternoon now. Samuel had given him quite the work out last night so he didn't really need one this morning. He didn't have work today and it was his birthday after all. Nothing better than sleeping half the day away with his lover… well… maybe something was better.

Dean's grin widened as he lazily pushed his hips back, sighing at the feeling of the angel's cock sliding smoothly against the curve of his ass. His own morning erection throbbing a little more insistently in interest.

Ever since he’d started sharing his bed with Dean, Samuel found himself sleeping more soundly than he had in centuries. At first, he put it down to all of the sex they were having. He really needed to research whether they were over-active and if it might be a problem for Dean of if there were any negative consequences he ought to be concerned with. He knew the consequence to himself, he had to pay for his lust, cleansing his sins by spending a lot of time on his knees asking forgiveness and going above and beyond the call of duty helping mortals to find their way. The trade off was more than fair, even if he could never quite rid himself of all vestiges of guilt. Later, he noticed that sleep came to him easier even on those nights they took it easier. Sometimes Dean came back so tired from his martial arts training, they’d wait until morning or satisfy each other in less strenuous ways.

Feeling Dean goose him… a word he’d learned recently from his ward who was getting street smarts faster than Sam could believe… he smiled. “Don’t tell me you’re ready again, hmm? I won’t believe it.” Lazily, he turned over and drew Dean in for a kiss. “You realize I’m not to be used as your personal exercise machine?”

His gaze slid to the clock, and sat up, pulling Dean with him. “It’s late. Did you turn off the alarm?” Did he even need to ask? “We need to get dressed. Take a quick shower with me? But you gotta promise to keep your hands off me.” A smile pulled at the Angel’s lips, as if he could resist Dean. “I’m serious, we need to get moving.”

Dean’s warm chuckle of amusement regarding the exercise machine comment and pleased moan when Samuel drew him in for a kiss abruptly changed to a sound of complaint when the angel suddenly pulled away. Tugging him into an upright position at the same time, though the young man let himself flop back practically boneless back to the bed as soon as Sam released him.

Dean looked from the alarm clock the angel was so damn worried about back to his lover’s face with an impressive pout.

“Why? It’s not like we have anything to do today. I want to stay in bed… with you…” Dean complained, punctuating his last words by attempting to tug the angel back down on top of him where he wanted him. His voice lowering an octave, knowing exactly how it affected the angel, when he added.

“I’ll make it worth your while… promise…”

A thrill ran through Samuel, like it always did when Dean spoke to him like this. It wasn’t as if he could hide his reaction, either. By the look on Dean’s face, he’d felt it too. Relenting only for a moment, Sam pressed his weight down over Dean and gave him a long, lingering kiss. “You know I never get enough of this, of you. But we really have to go.”

He pulled Dean up again, ignoring the look in his eyes. “Stop being so tempting. There’ll be plenty of time for this later.” When Dean continued to try to pull him back, and dilly dally, the Angel knew he had to take things into his hands, and now.

Without a by your leave, he lifted Dean off he bed and into his arms. “Shower. Get dressed. Go with me, one stop... then you get to say what we do for the rest of the afternoon. It’s fair,” he insisted, before dean said a thing. “Maybe two stops, we need some ice cream.”

Despite Dean’s playful struggling, Sam managed to get him in the shower and washed up in record time. “Wear something nice,” he said, as they separated outside the bathroom door. Dean’s clothes were still in the guest bedroom. Neither one mentioned it, but they both knew it was less incriminating that way should there be questions.

Dean moaned in definite approval, loving the feel of the angel’s excitement over their bond as much as the feel of his lover’s weight pressing over him. Wrapping his arms around Samuel’s back as he opened his mouth for the kiss. Returning it with just as much enthusiasm as his hands mapped the shifting muscles beneath them. He was just beginning to really enjoy himself when Sam pulled away again, making a rather pathetic sounding whine break from his kiss swollen lips.

Though he continued to protest, especially when the angel finally managed to disengage from him only quite literally pick him up and carry him into the bathroom, he couldn’t help feeling curious. There hadn’t been many times since they’d started having sex that Samuel would refuse his advances, the fact that the angel was doing so now, and not even giving him a good reason why, intrigued him as much as it frustrated him.

The young man wasn’t about to give up without a fight however, though it was mostly for fun at this point. As he kept trying to escape, wet and dripping, from the shower when the angel finally put him down only to have Samuel drag him back in. Fighting off his groping hands, and otherwise making it as difficult as possible for the angel to wash him, he was laughing and actually upset it was over so soon. Samuel was once more rushing him to get ready.

Definitely awake now, and definitely curious too, Dean went to get dressed without complaint. He put on his favorite pair of black jeans, a black tee shirt, with a forest green button up shirt over it. He fixed his hair, giving it that spiky look he liked, and put on his boots, grabbing his leather jacket on the way out. Shrugging it on as he waited in the living room by the door for Samuel to emerge.

“Waiting on you now!”

Samuel was chuckling out loud and shaking his head as he reached the living room, when he stopped cold. His gazed traveled down and up Dean’s body, warming at the sight of the tight jeans and the way the tee shirt gave a hint of his muscular frame.

Licking his lips, and slightly regretting that he’d refused to go one quick round in the shower, he joined him. “Didn’t I tell you to stop tempting?” Stealing a quick kiss, he opened the door before he changed his mind. He’d been right all along. Raphael didn’t hold a candle to Dean. Why some of the other angels couldn’t see it was a mystery to him.

They headed down the stairs, waving at their friends waiting on tables at the restaurant next door. He lengthened his strides, aware that he was forcing Dean to rush, but they were gonna be late if they didn’t rush, and this was too important.

Knowing that Dean was bursting with questions, and that Dean knew he would never lie, Samuel kept up a stream of conversation like he never had before. He even brought up topics that ordinarily put him to sleep but enthralled Dean.

By the time they reached Bobby’s garage, his throat was dry from talking. “Let’s drop in here for a second,” he said, trying to suppress all signs of excitement, internal and external. “I promise not to let Bobby put you to work.”

Smiling, Sam pushed the door of the office to the garage open, and nodded for Dean to go in.

Samuel was definitely up to something. No doubt about it. First of all the fact that they were rushing at all today when they both supposedly had nothing to do, yet he had to practically jog to keep up with the angel's quick long steps, was a dead giveaway. Not to mention the angel wasn't even telling him where they were going, in fact, taking great pains to keep him from asking. The entire way Sam kept up a running commentary that would have done a five year old hyped up on jolt soda proud. He probably would have called the angel on it except he found it too amusing, and decided instead to let Samuel have his fun.

When they stopped at Bobby's garage and the angel suggested they go inside Dean raised an eyebrow but didn't argue. He was just glad that the angel and the older man were on speaking terms again. That first week or so after he'd announced to Samuel that he wanted to become a hunter had been tense to say the least. The angel no doubt blaming Bobby for his decision, not to mention the older man's agreement to teach him, he was glad he hadn't been around for that argument, because no doubt it hadn't been pretty.

Dean rolled his eyes a little the way the angel held the door open for him to go inside, but went in without complaint. Though he frowned, confused, at how dark it was inside before the lights suddenly came on and shouts of "Surprise!" echoed through the room. Startled, Dean's first instinct, of course, to reach for the knife he now carried on him at all times, though thankfully he didn't draw it. Too stunned by the big gaudy banner that read 'Happy Birthday Dean', the balloons everywhere, cake, and the room full of his friends wearing goofy party hats.

What the hell?

Thrilled with Dean’s reaction, and relieved to have pulled the surprise off because things like that were very difficult with the mind link they had, Samuel laughed and slapped Dean on the back. Then he broke out into song, starting everyone off, “Happy Birthday...”

It was awful. It was like singing with a group of tone deaf people, with only a single one in the entire group who could hold a tune. But Samuel found it beautiful, in a way no other angel would appreciate.

Noticing Dean’s embarrassed flush, he laughed and whispered near his ear. “I’ll make it worth your while.” Clapping with the others, who parted to allow him to get to the table holding his birthday cake and some presents, he nodded. “Go cut the cake.”

The angel was far too old and experienced with the pains of life in this world to feel a lump grow in his throat at the thought of how many birthday’s Dean must have missed. Even if they had parties at that ... that place, he was certain Dean had not felt like celebrating. Each birthday had to be a reminder of the years passing him by.

The thought of his innocence, of everything he’d been through turned the angel’s eyes inky black for an instant, bringing with it a cold draft of air into the room, before he got a hold of his emotions. Feeling an inquiry inside his head, he smiled. It’s nothing. I promise. Now cut the cake, I think it’s chocolate.

A party. A fucking surprise party. Samuel had planned this, of that Dean had little doubt, but he was still completely stunned just how many people were here at his party. His party. Some of them the angel’s friends that Dean had come to know as well while living with Samuel. Some Dean worked with right here in Bobby’s garage. But a couple he knew from his martial arts training and he had absolutely no idea how Samuel had arranged all this. All without him knowing.

Dean found himself caught between feelings of amazement and a strange giddy sort of happiness that made him blush furiously, mixed with equal measures of embarrassment bordering on horror as everyone broke out into a truly awful rendition of the happy birthday song. He loved it.

The young man looked back at the angel, having to resist the urge to throw his arms around Samuel and kiss him right there in front of everybody.

You bet you will. Dean ‘threatened’, giving the angel a wink as he was virtually tugged away from Sam’s side by his well meaning partygoers. Dean laughed, fighting off the efforts to stick one of those dorky cardboard party hats on his head.

Though he glanced back at the angel when he felt the brief rush of anger coming from Samuel, his lover immediately reassuring him it was ‘nothing’ and Dean knowing it was bullshit. But he couldn’t exactly call him on it right now as he was ushered over to his cake, in the shape of a car of course like he was five instead of twenty five, and Dean couldn’t help but laugh as he blew out the candles to another round of applause.

“Someone better have brought some booze to this party, or I’m walking out.” He joked, as he began to cut the cake, chocolate of course, and someone thankfully handed him a cold beer. Maybe this would be a fun party after all.

Samuel reluctantly accepted the beer thrust into his hand. It might be Dean’s drink of choice, but as far as he was concerned, it didn’t go well with cake. Slyly, he put it on a work surface and made his way to the coffee machine.

“I’ll get it,” a woman he didn’t recognize poured for him. When he tried to take the styrofoam cup, she held onto it. Smiling, he reminded her to release it, and then firmly but kindly told her he didn’t need help pouring sugar or stirring it.

The amused smile stayed on his lips as he watched Dean move around the room. He’d made a lot of friends. And whether he knew it or not, he had a lot of admirers in the room. They were chatting him up and without batting an eyelash, he was laying on the compliments. Now I know where you practice your flirting. Assuring Dean he didn’t mind one bit because he knew where Dean would be going home to, the angel circulated.

Occasionally, he gave someone a bit of advice that had them gasping or filled their eyes with tears, but for the most part, he socialized. The entire time, he was keenly aware of where Dean was in the room, whether he was enjoying himself, and trying to gage the ‘right moment’ to spring his second surprise on him, despite Bobby’s overt winks and gestures, telling him to get on with it.

Walking over to the hunter, eyes trained on Dean, he asked, “are you sure it’s the right one? It’s so old. And smashed... I don’t know, I was thinking maybe we should pick another.”

Bobby smiled and clapped Samuel on the back good naturedly when the angel came over to him.

It was probably a good thing that the older man wasn't one to hold a grudge, and angels were pretty much incapable of it, because the little tiff they'd had had regarding Dean and the whole hunting issue had been rather explosive. Had probably scared away some of his customers even when the angel had stormed into his office that day demanding what the hell he was thinking giving Dean the idea to go out hunting. Samuel actually having the balls to lecture him about the possible dangers, reminding him of the very reasons why he'd retired from hunting years ago.

Bobby had explained, rather loudly since Sam was already shouting in his face at that point, his eyes black as coal and probably would have made any other man shit himself with fear, that he hadn't done a damn thing to put that idea into Dean's head. It had been the young man who'd run off like he didn't have a brain cell in his head to take on a demon without any preparation or knowledge how to fight one. If Bobby hadn't been there, lord knows what might have happened to the boy.

It wasn't really his fault that Dean had gotten the stupid notion into his head to become a hunter, but that was his choice. If Samuel didn't want Dean to learn how to hunt that was something he needed to bring up with Dean, not him. And, yes, he was going to teach the boy anything he wanted to learn about hunting to the best of his ability because the alternative, Dean going off again half cocked and not prepared at all, was a possibility he wasn't willing to live with.

Yeah, they didn't speak for a good two months after that. Not until Sam had come back, cooled off, asking him to help him prepare a surprise party for Dean for his birthday. They didn't talk about the incident, pretty much sweeping it under the rug.

"Quit worrying so much, Sam, its perfect. Believe me, Dean is gonna piss himself when he sees it. I won't be able to get a decent amount of work out of him for a month." Bobby reassured with a laugh, before whistling sharply to get the attention of everyone in the room.

"Listen up all, Sam wants to say a few words." The older man said before stepping aside, giving the angel the proverbial spotlight.

“I do?” Samuel raised an eyebrow and looked over at Bobby, shaking his head. He had nothing at all prepared, nor was anything planned. Shaking his head, he raised his coffee cup, only to find someone taking it away and slapping a beer in it’s place.

“First of all, it seems it’s impossible to have a coffee in this place,” he sighed, and got a bit of laughter. They all knew what he was talking about, and he was starting to wonder whether Dean or Bobby had put them up to it. This had to be the third time he’d lose his coffee for a beer.

“Second, and more importantly, this is Dean’s day today.” Smiling, his gaze sought out his ward... his lover’s. “Dean, for someone who’s been in the City for so little time, you’ve made a helluva lot of friends.” Dammit, I’m picking up your speech. Dammit, I did it again! “It means you’re ... you’re a very special person, with an easy nature, you're amusing, have a big heart and...”

“A nice tight ass,” Daryl shouted.

The Angel felt heat rushing up his cheeks, but nodded. “Right. Tight ass. That... that was the main thing I was going to mention, thank you Daryl.”

There was more laughter, enough for the Angel to recover, though he forgot what else he wanted to say. “Okay, so... happy birthday from your friends, and family and erm... guardian angels,” he grinned and took a mouthful of the beer. Why, why did whoever was responsible for buying the beer have to try to save money when he was paying? He just barely prevented himself from spitting it out, and set the bottle down.

“Oh... one more thing. There’s a present waiting for you in the garage... yeah, the garage,” he repeated, his gaze meeting Dean’s again. "And no, it's not a trick to get you to work on your day off."

Like everyone else in the room Dean looked towards Samuel when Bobby announced rather loudly that Sam had some words to say. He wondered just how the older man had roped Samuel into that one, probably not really given him any choice to begin with knowing better than practically anyone how much Sam didn’t particularly like being singled out. The angel got enough attention just for being an angel and the young man had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing at his lover’s somewhat reluctant expression before Sam raised his coffee, then his beer, in a toast.

His eyes meeting and never leaving Samuel’s as the angel went on to list his virtues, his cheeks warming a bit with embarrassment but he couldn’t deny how much he loved hearing Samuel say those things about him. Compliments weren’t really something he’d ever gotten before his life with Samuel, and while he enjoyed the appreciation and sometimes flirting he received from others, it was still Samuel’s opinion that mattered the most to him. It didn’t really matter if anyone else in the room believed everything the angel said about him, Samuel did, and if they’d been alone Dean probably would have kissed the angel senseless right then because he loved him so much… or just to shut him up for making him blush like crazy in front of all these people.

Dean couldn’t help but laugh right along with everyone else about Daryl’s ‘tight ass’ remark, a little knowing smirk pulling at his lips as he sent to the angel, You’d certainly know better than anyone.

He might have gone on teasing the angel just a little more but Samuel’s words about a present in the garage had him lifting his eyebrows in surprise. He had little time to wonder however before he was quickly being ushered in the direction of the garage by a few of his friends apparently as eager as he was to see what the angel had been talking about.

Bobby shooed everyone out who wasn’t a mechanic or an angel because he wasn’t paying in case someone lost a finger, he said, then the older man hit the lights with fanfare and Dean was could only gape at the ’67 Classic Chevy Impala sitting in the middle of the garage with a big bright red bow stuck to the top. It wasn’t in the best shape, not by far, it needed a new paintjob, probably a lot of work on the engine, new wheels, definitely work on the interior, plus it was missing a door, but the frame was sound and apparently… it was his.

Apparently he’d been staring gaping like a fish out of water for quite some time because Bobby came up behind him and clapped him on the back with a laugh.

“So what do you think, boy?” The older man asked and then laughed again when Dean smiled so big it was a wonder he didn’t split his face open or something. Dean turned around and without much warning threw his arms around the angel not really giving a damn who might be watching.

“This is fucking awesome!”

As he followed Dean and Bobby into the garage, Samuel was extremely nervous, an emotion he wasn't all too familiar with. He wanted today to go off just right. He knew Dean hadn't had a real birthday in too many years, probably not since before he'd been put in the asylum. The surprise had gone off without a hitch, but he knew birthday presents were very important to humans. There had been a dozen things he'd known Dean would like. Places he would love to go to, events he'd like to see, but they could do that anytime. He'd wanted to give him something that was all Dean. For him, about him, and reflective of him.

An old car to repair. It was risky. As Dean stared at it, Sam tried to decipher his lover's feelings by tapping their mental link. The rush of feelings, of pure elation had him smiling.

Before Sam could say a thing, he found Dean in his arms. Don't you dare kiss me, he warned, afraid of the wicked light in Dean's eyes. Still, he smiled and turned what could have been much more into a hug. Slapping Dean on the back, even as he mentally showed him and image of how he would kiss him if he were free to do so. "Glad you like it. It's Bobby you'll have to thank for the choice, though," he admitted.

His gaze met the older hunter's for a moment and he saw maybe panic. Grinning, he said, "I think he wants a hug too." Turn around was fair play!

Oh, I am going to do so much more than kiss you when I get you alone. Dean returned, laughing a little, though at the same time he couldn’t help feel a bit disappointed. Because he had wanted to kiss the angel right now, to show everyone just how much Samuel meant to him. How much he loved him. But he’d known going in it would be like this, hiding their relationship from everyone. As much as he might regret that necessity it was only a small regret. Being with Samuel, being loved by him, was worth any hardship no matter how great or small.

Dean followed the angel’s look over towards Bobby, grinning at the look on the older man’s face, and laughing outright at Sam’s words when Bobby held up his hands as though to ward him off.

“Bobby!” Dean advanced towards the older man holding out his arms.

“Don’t even think about it.” Bobby threatened, then ran, and Dean proceeded to chase him around the garage making kissing noises, their antics receiving much laughter from the other mechanics. After he finally managed to catch Bobby, give the man a hug, and receiving a smack on the back of his head for his efforts, he spent some time checking out his car. Making plans in his head how he wanted to fix her up. His car. He still couldn’t believe Sam had bought him a car.

Almost reluctantly he let himself be dragged back out of the garage to his party. He had some more beer, and cake. Opened the presents some of his other friends had gotten for him. Finally late in the afternoon when almost everyone had gone, Dean managed to drag Samuel back into the garage. Away from the eyes of everyone else Dean kissed the angel firmly, thanking his lover exactly the way he wanted to earlier.

Samuel had never laughed so much in such a short space of time. He’d also never been told his dimples were cute in front of a crowd, and for that... he owed Dean some payback. Definitely owed him.

Hours passed and he hardly seemed to notice. All he knew was that Dean was having a good time, and the party was a success. He’d wanted to give the party at a restaurant, to give Dean an expensive new car, maybe to take him to Paris afterwards, but as he’d sat down to make plans, something in his gut had told him that was all wrong. Wrong for Dean. So he’d talked with Bobby, and gotten help planning the right sort of even to mark Dean’s birthday.

He was walking a few people to the door when Dean suddenly grabbed him and said something about wanting to look at the Impala again. Not even allowing him to apologize, he was dragged into the garage. “Wha...”

Before he completed his question, Dean had his arms around him and was fitting his mouth over his. Opening his mouth, Samuel accepted Dean’s tongue, stroking it gently a few times, then getting drawn into a heated battle. He pulled Dean up flush against him, showing him how he affected him... and how easily he did it.

Still locked in the kiss, they staggered toward the impala. Sam’s back was pressed against the passenger side window just as Dean started a new assault on his senses, kissing him, groping him, practically bring him near the edge right there.

Tell me this isn’t your way of having sex with her. The car. He’d already heard Dean’s thoughts earlier, referring to the car as his ‘baby.’ And before you ask, no... Angels do not get jealous.

And what if it is? Dean laughed into the kiss, kissing Samuel harder, as though to silence him even though the angel hadn’t spoken aloud. Gripping the angel’s hips tightly as he ground his growing arousal firmly against his lover’s, groaning softly into his mouth. Loving how hard, how hot, Samuel was for him right now and they’d barely even started.

Doing this here and now of course a reminder of the first time Samuel had teased him. Samuel rubbing up against his ass, invisible, while he’d been bent over under the hood of a car trying to work. Leaving him unsatisfied, Dean had a hard on for most of the day after that, and he shared that mental image with his lover now.

I don’t think I ever paid you back for that. The young man teased back. Shifting his weight, pulling back, and twisting Samuel around in a modified hold his martial arts instructor had shown him. Dean shoved the angel even more firmly against the side of the car, groaning as he rubbed himself firmly against his lover’s ass. Nipping and sucking his way down the angel’s neck. One of his hands sliding up underneath Samuel’s shirt pinching and rubbing a nipple as his other slid down to grip the angel firmly through his pants.

Between the mental image Dean sent him, and the memory of what happened afterwards... how Dean had walked into the house and just... just straddled him on a chair... How close he’d been to losing it, to giving in to temptation right there and then, Sam was full on hard and needy. A deep groan broke out of him as Dean turned him around and pressed up against him just as he’d done to Dean so long ago.

Before Sam had a chance to ask any questions, the thick fullness of Dean’s arousal was pressing against his ass and sending blinding heat through the Angel’s system. “Dean!” as his lover’s name broke from him, Sam arched back, scarcely able to breath as Dean touched and groped him. “It’s supposed to be your birthday... not mine,” he barely managed to get out, he head resting against Dean’s shoulder.

Sam’s muscles clenched under Dean’s palm. His nipple grew taut, his breaths grew short. Turning his head, he fused his mouth with Dean’s and gave him a searing kiss. You make me forget myself,he admitted, knowing he should get them home, that a garage was no place for this. But with every moment that passed, with every touch and each grind of their bodies against each other, his needs rose. Dean knew just how to touch him and what thoughts to put into his head, and he wasn’t pulling any punches.

Pulling Dean’s face closer, Sam kissed him harder. He’d never needed anyone or anything this much. How it was they had this connection, how it had triggered on the very day Dean tried to end his life, how Dean pushed his way so deep into Sam’s heart and life until Sam couldn’t think of living without him.

Sam heard the door and quickly shifted to invisible to human eyes, though Dean could still see him. He didn’t even break the kiss or try to hide his amusement as he mentally told Dean, Get your explanation ready, cause I got nothing.

Dean hadn’t really counted on just how much this would turn him on, taking control like this. Not that he didn’t initiate sex between them, he did quite often in fact, but once he got Samuel interested he usually let the angel take the lead. Not this time.

His lover’s firm ass rubbing against his trapped cock making him moan maybe just a bit too loud considering their location into Samuel’s mouth but he couldn’t bring himself to care at the moment. Plunging his tongue past his lover’s lips to taste the angel deeply, practically fucking his lover’s mouth, and caressing Samuel’s hard cock through his jeans more firmly. Grinding his already leaking erection even harder against the angel, pinching Sam’s already taunt nipples even more firmly, but as good as it felt it was equally frustrating. Wanting, needing, to feel more flesh and muscle against him rather than the rough scrape of fabric.

A sudden mental image of what it might be like if he were to shove both their jeans down to their thighs and plunge himself deeply inside his lover right here, right now, something he’d never even done before… god… almost enough to make him come right then and there. It was probably a ‘good’ thing that the door to the garage opened when it did or else he might have just followed through, leading them into an even more compromising position to be found in. Not like this wasn’t bad enough.

Dean broke their kiss with a great deal of mental swearing he didn’t even bother to hide from Samuel, the fact that the angel was amused rather than panicking like he was clue enough that Sam was invisible now. Leaving Dean ‘alone’ looking flushed, embarrassed, and breathless and probably looking like he’d just been making out with the car or something as he turned around to face Bobby. The older man looking a little surprised to see him, probably had only stepped in to turn off the lights on his way out or something.

“Dean? Thought you’d gone home, boy.” The older man said, raising an eyebrow as he gave Dean a once over and the younger man was intensely grateful there was enough heavy machinery between them that the older man couldn’t possibly see the raging erection below his belt. “Everything ok?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m good. Just, taking another look at her, before I left… I just wanted to say, thanks again, too. For everything.” Dean reassured quickly, resisting the urge to sigh in relief. Sniffing a little and rubbing at his face, better Bobby thought he was being an overemotional blubbering girl or something rather than that he was getting off right here in the garage with a car. The older man’s concerned expression flickered to amusement, and if the look he gave Dean was a little too knowing, the younger man chose to ignore it.

“No problem, boy. Don’t go getting all mushy on me now.” Bobby said with a grin and Dean had a momentary urge to kill the snickering angel standing behind him. “I’m gonna finish locking up. You can ogle her some more tomorrow, now get on home.” The older man said and walked out and Dean turned to face Samuel with a scowl.

“I am so not having sex with you when we get home.”

Right before Bobby turned to leave, Samuel, now behind Dean, put his arm round him and ran his hand up and down the length of his chest and abs, blowing lightly in his ear as Dean tried to give Bobby an answer that made some sense.

Then Bobby was gone and Dean turned around and made his threat. “Not at home, huh?” Leaning in, he kissed Dean, sucking his lips as he pulled back. “Where then? I didn’t realize you were such an exhibitionist.”

Using his body, he walked Dean backwards across the garage toward the door. “Or how hot you look when you’re flustered and trying to think straight.” Sam ran his teeth along Dean’s jaw, biting him lightly now and again, then sticking his tongue in his ear canal. “Or martial arts could ever play a part in... in our bedroom.” That had taken him by surprise, but Dean’s inventiveness should never do that.

They were through the door to the office, and nearing the front door. Samuel ran his thumb over Dean’s mouth. “In about thirty seconds I’m going to take you over that desk, Dean, unless you’re out the door and running for home.”

Dean tried to keep up the frown, he really did, because that really hadn’t been funny. If it had been anyone else but Bobby the young man probably wouldn’t have given much of a damn what state he’d been found in, but Bobby’s opinion he actually cared about. Not to mention it wasn’t really all that fair for Sam to ‘leave’ him to be embarrassed alone. But it was really hard to stay irritated at the angel when Samuel was touching him like that. Kissing him like that. Teasing him with his words and touches.

The young man groaned when Sam ‘threatened’ to fuck him over Bobby’s desk, and while Dean’s cock immediately jumped to attention at the idea the part, very small part by this point, that could still think was kind of horrified. If Bobby happened to walk in on that there’d be absolutely no explaining it and Dean had a feeling it would be kind of like if his dad walked in on him having sex or something and that was just kinda gross.

Rather than running as the angel suggested, however, Dean merely threw himself at the angel. His arms wrapped tightly around Sam’s neck and his legs around the angel’s waist, kissing him hard. How about you put those wings of yours to good use instead? The young man suggested, rubbing his erection firmly against Sam with a groan.

I thought you didn’t like to fly. But Samuel wasn’t complaining, not when he had solid proof of how deeply Dean was affected. Both of them were burning up with need and it made no sense to prolong the wait.

Making certain the skies above San Francisco were free of other angels, Sam launched into the air, holding Dean tight against his frame. Their mouths met again in a heated kiss as they desperately moved against each other.

It never failed. One of them would start flashing mental images of what they wanted or what they wanted to do, and the other would get drawn in, flash more images, and they’d spiral out of control together, feeding off each others’ feelings. “Dean,” he whispered in a lust roughened voice, showing him how out of control he wanted him. The image locked in his mind was of his head between Dean’s legs, arms holding him spread wide, mouth working his cock and his balls, thumb teasing his entrance as Dean thrashed.

Want you to want me that much. He wanted Dean begging for him, asking ... demanding what he needed. Because that’s how much I need you, always Dean. Always., he dropped down in front of their building, but didn’t release his lover. Instead, he climbed the stairs with Dean still wrapped tightly around him, nearly breaking the door as he shut it behind him.

No, Dean didn’t particularly like to fly, but he couldn’t deny the advantage of getting home in seconds versus the twenty minute or so walk they’d have to endure otherwise. Not to mention the fact that Dean wasn’t even sure he could walk right now, he was so damn hard, without a great deal of difficulty.

Besides, Samuel kept him quite distracted, sucking on his tongue while Dean all but dry humped against the angel while he flew. They probably looked quite idiotic, if anyone could actually see them. And Dean probably would have been glad no one else could, if he gave a damn right now.

All Dean really cared about at the moment was getting into the damn apartment in one piece so that Samuel could make good on his ‘promises’ the angel showed him. God, but Samuel was going to make him explode just from kissing him and the mental images he was receiving without the angel even touching him.

“Oh, fuck, yes. Please, Samuel. Need you.” Dean groaned, worming his way out of the angel’s arms just so he could shove Samuel up against the door that had just closed behind him. As Dean devoured his lover’s mouth and ground against him, his hands twisted and pulled on the angel’s shirt. Ripping it open, sending buttons flying and not caring one damn bit as he proceeded to attack Sam’s now exposed chest with his hands and lips. Scratching his short nails over the angel’s nipples, loving how they tightened immediately under his touch. Flicking his tongue over one and then the other before latching on and sucking hard as his fingers worked at the angel’s belt.

Slammed backwards into the door and finding Dean’s mouth crushing his as Dean practically tore off his shirt, Sam knew he had what he wanted. His Dean... hot and out of control.

“Yes, hell yes.” The fact that he cursed as Dean’s now calloused hands brushed roughly across his chest was a good indication that he was just as far gone. Fuck... the things Dean could do with his mouth, and right now he was sucking on Sam so hard the pleasure/pain had Sam groaning.

He felt Dean tug on his belt and instinctively thrust his hips forward, trying to get pressure on his already rod hard cock. “Need your mouth around me so bad, need you sucking me,” he ground out, moving his hand down and practically wresting the buckle away from Dean so he could free himself faster.

Dean groaned in pleasure at his lover’s words and dropped to his knees without hesitation before the angel. He looked up at Samuel with hungry eyes, licking his lips, as his lover quickly freed himself and the young man eagerly helped tug down the angel’s jeans and underwear to the middle of his thighs. Settling his hands on the angel’s hips to keep Samuel steady with a groan, Dean leaned in to press hot kisses against the firm muscles of Sam’s stomach, nipping and licking at the angel’s sweat dampened flesh. Loving the way the strong muscles clenched and trembled under his touch as he nuzzled his way down, licking through the curls at the base of his lover’s hard cock.

Done teasing the angel, Dean looked up at his lover through hooded eyes as he took Samuel’s cock into his mouth to the hilt in one smooth motion. Humming in pleasure around the thick length, Dean tightened his hold on his lover’s hips, keeping his lover still, as he bobbed his head. Wetting the angel’s cock and letting it slide smoothly between his lips. Swallowing Samuel down as deeply as he could, loving every minute of it.

God, but he loved doing this. Driving Samuel completely insane with pleasure. Loved making him lose control. All for him. Only for him. His own cock heavy and painful trapped in his jeans, soaking through the dark denim he was leaking so badly already.

Taste so good, Samuel. I could come just from you fucking my mouth. So good… Dean sent, groaning around his lover’s flesh as his hands moved to the angel’s ass. Squeezing the firm muscles hard, pulling his lover forward, encouraging Samuel to do just that.

Samuel wrapped his arms tight around Dean as his lover pressed moist hot kisses to his abs, teasing him with thoughts of what would come next. “You drive me mad,” he complained thickly, leaning back as Dean finally moved down his body.

A loud groan broke from him as Dean found his way to the base of his cock and licked him. Threading his fingers through Dean’s spiky hair, he mentally begged for more.

Then he found himself sliding the blunt tip of his cock into the wet heat of Dean’s mouth. Pushing deeper, he felt himself swell and pulse. An angel of his stature shouldn’t be babbling... saying unintelligible things as he was sucked off like this. One of his hands gripped Dean’s shoulder for support as he blindly thrust into his lover’s mouth, harder than he would if he’d been thinking straight but Dean had that effect on him.

“Dean,” he groaned as his lover showed him how he was feeling and gave him permission to come in his mouth. Gripping Dean’s head, he rode his mouth harder, careening over the edge and jerking as ropes of cum shot out of his cock deep into Dean’s throat. “Oh G.. oh fuck, so good... so good,” Sam moved slower as the pressure eased, and Dean let him slide out of his mouth.

Kneeling, he pulled him close and kissed him, tasting himself... tasting Dean’s need on his lips. He rubbed against Dean, knowing it wouldn’t take long for his body to harden again... wanting to give Dean the same gift. “Your turn now, let me give you what you want... need,” he said, muttering against Dean’s throat and running his hands down over his ass, cradling him close. “Kept thinking at the party about what would have happened if we hadn’t found each other. I didn’t know how alone I was until you. Love you so much, Dean.”

Dean moaned around the length of his lover’s shaft as he relaxed and let Samuel fuck his mouth with near abandonment. Loving that he could push Sam to this point where he could think of nothing but pleasure, giving and receiving. Taking for himself what he had never done before Dean had come into his life. Loving and letting himself be loved. Dean was well aware what a gift that was and the young man thanked god every day for it, no matter if all the other angels, even god himself believed it was a sin. Dean had learned a great deal about sins, demons, and hell since he’d begun his tutelage with Bobby and he refused to believe love like theirs could ever be a sin.

When Samuel came in his mouth Dean whimpered as he sucked down every drop of his lover’s seed greedily. Loving Sam’s taste like he loved everything about the angel, and he continued sucking and licking on his lover’s cock until it grew soft in his mouth. Letting Samuel slip from his lips as the angel dropped to his knees in front of him. Moaning again as he shared the taste of the angel with him while Samuel kissed him breathless.

Dean wrapped his arms around the angel, his heart clenching a little at Samuel’s words, because the young man knew well what would have happened to him if they’d never met. He’d be dead. Burning in Hell, having never known what it was like to feel like this. Feel loved, cared for… That was almost worse than the idea of hell itself.

He tightened his arms around the angel as he buried his face into the angel’s throat. Kissing the soft skin there as his hand’s explored up and down Samuel’s body as the angel did him. Dean knew what he wanted. What he wanted to try. A few weeks ago he would have been too unsure of himself to even suggest it. But now he could only think of making Samuel feel the way the angel had made him feel.

“Sam? Can we…” He still asked a little cautiously, despite his determination. An image flashing in his mind of what he wanted even as he pulled back to look at his lover in the eyes. “I want to know what it feels like, to be inside you.”

They were rubbing against each other like eels in heat... though he was sure Dean wouldn’t like his ‘Discovery Channel’ analogy... when Dean pushed an image in his mind, one that was nothing like he’d ever shown him before.

Sam saw himself face down on the bed, with several pillows under his stomach, and Dean behind him, on his knees, fucking him. No...loving him.

He felt a sense of trepidation at the all new territory that Dean’s mind was wandering into, but also excitement. He didn’t know if it was Dean’s or his own, sometimes their feelings blurred together over the link. But he was definitely growing warm... hot, and he didn’t mind the image running in his head.

“You know what it’s like, every time I’m inside you, you know.” Moving his mouth over Dean’s, Sam kissed him, then rose, pulling Dean up with him. Both hands on Dean’s ass, he walked him backwards toward the hallway, “besides, Angels don’t bottom. It’s just not done. It’s a... rule.”

Dean felt the angel’s slight nervousness to his suggestion, and he found it endearing as well as amusing. He just never would have pegged Samuel for a nervous virgin. But he couldn’t help but laugh as Sam tried to tell him that angel’s didn’t ‘bottom’ because it was against the rules. He didn’t know which surprised him more, that Sam actually knew the term ‘bottoming’ or that he’d actually used that lame ass excuse in the first place.

The young man was still snickering, wrapping his arms around the angel’s neck even as he allowed Samuel to walk him backwards towards their bedroom.

“I thought it was also against the ‘rules’ to let me suck your cock and for you to stick your dick up my ass?” Dean asked with a raised eyebrow, grinning. Though Samuel did have a point, he knew what it felt like when Samuel was fucking him because he’d always been able to feel what Sam felt. But a part of him wanted to know if it was any different experiencing it himself, and another part desperately wanted to love Samuel like Samuel loved him. Wanted to be able to make the angel feel like he did when he was loving him.

“You don’t think I’d hurt you, do you?” Dean asked a bit more seriously, trying to peg down exactly the cause of his lover’s hesitation.

Samuel almost choked as Dean listed all the rules he’d broken. “Now you’re just being vulgar,” he chided, not at all shy about rubbing his surging erection against Dean as they entered the bedroom.

Dean’s question took him by surprise. “No, you’d never hurt me,” Sliding his hand up from Dean’s ass, he started to tug his shirt off, and when he had him free of it, he started on his belt. The question, the real one, hung between them.

“I don’t know, why,” Sam answered honestly. “Maybe I’m a creature of habit, like finding something on the menu you like and being afraid of trying something else that can’t possibly be as good.”

When he had Dean stripped down, Sam gathered him in his arms and kissed him again, hot and hard, his tongue working its way deep into Dean’s mouth. Okay. You can fuck me. Feeling that Dean was apprehensive about having pushed him, Sam flashed him a mental picture of them against the car. I liked you behind me, and the images you’re showing me do not disturb me. Let’s try it.

The day Dean found out he’d do almost anything for him, Sam’s life as he knew it would be over. So he did his best not to let his wayward ward know these things.

Dean was relieved when Samuel reassured him that he wasn’t afraid that Dean would hurt him. Even though the young man was certain that he would have felt fear, if that was the case, some things were still reassuring to hear aloud.

He smiled then, letting his lover strip him, letting his hands roam over Samuel’s body. Wrapping his arms around the angel and moaning into the kiss, pressing himself eagerly up against his lover. Feeling a flash of heat wash over him, his cock twitching against Sam’s stomach eagerly when the angel agreed to try it. For him.

Dean kissed his lover harder, excitement and pleasure making him eager and he didn’t waste any more time tugging Sam over to their bed and pushing the angel down on it. Quickly following his lover, straddling Sam’s waist and rubbing their erections together, still kissing him, until the need for air finally forced them apart.

The young man pushed himself up, rubbing his hands up and down the angel’s chest, for a moment just savoring the sight of Sam spread out beneath him. Willing to let him do this even though he was a little nervous. Then something else Samuel had said had the young man grinning.

“So, you think I might not be as good as you?” Dean asked, quirking his eyebrow, choosing to be amused rather than offended at the implication, because he knew that’s not what Samuel had meant. He still enjoyed teasing the angel however. Leaning over Sam he tugged open their bedside drawer that was always well stocked now with ‘supplies’, and grabbed a new tube of lube.

“Guess I’ll just have to take that as a challenge.” The young man said in that low lustful tone he knew Sam loved as he leaned in to kiss his lover hard again. Dean rubbed his dick teasingly against the angel’s stomach a few times before he climbed off of him, giving a playful but firm smack to his lover’s thigh. “Roll over, baby.”

No matter how long they did it, their kisses were always too short for Samuel. Just as he was about to insist on fusing their mouths together again, Dean straddled his waist, causing him to groan as their erections rubbed together. It felt so good. So damned good when Dean stroked his chest. So damned good to see the hunger in his lover’s eyes.

Then Dean was teasing again, but Sam could barely react because his Dean's ass ground into him hard as he leaned to get something out of the drawer. “I’m sure you’re up to the challenge,” he answered weakly, feeling Dean’s arousal pricking his stomach and making him want more.

He blinked at the unexpected slap on his thigh. “This is highly unusual treatment for an angel,” he said, giving his lover a mock glare, but doing exactly as he asked and rolling over onto his stomach. How many times had Dean rolled over for him just like this? Sam could easily imagine how much he wanted to be inside him, and what the wait was costing him.

Looking over his shoulder, he smiled. “Happy birthday.” I feel like I should have a bow on my ass. Sigh…

Dean grinned in amusement at Samuel’s reply to his spanking. Unusual or not, Dean had to admit it was pretty damn hot. It wasn’t as if the angel hadn’t threatened to do the same to him several times, whenever he was ‘bad’. Maybe he might just have to take the angel up on his ‘offer’ sometime. For an angel, Samuel had turned out to be surprisingly inventive and kinky in bed.

Surprisingly his naughty thoughts fled him completely when Samuel rolled over onto his stomach, just as Dean had asked him, and all he could think about was how beautiful his lover was. That broad muscled back, well toned perfect ass, just waiting for him. Waiting for him to make love to him, and when Samuel said, “Happy Birthday,” the younger man’s heart clenched even as his dick throbbed in anticipation.

Fuck, he felt nervous and excited at the same time. Well aware of the gift that Samuel was giving to him. Despite what he liked to believe, that Samuel was his first real lover, the real truth was that he’d lost his virginity long before he’d ever met the angel. Samuel was not his first, though he would be the angel’s.

Dean ran his hand lovingly down the length of Sam’s back, laughing in spite of himself at the angel’s thought about a bow on his ass. The young man leaned down to press his lips softly to his lover’s right cheek, gently squeezing the left before straddling the angel’s thighs again. Wondering if Sam had purposefully said that to help him relax, maybe, maybe not, but it worked anyway.

He opened the lube and squeezed a fair amount into his hand. Rubbing them together to warm it up before sliding his fingers between his lover’s cheeks, finding the hot puckered hole and moaning as he circled it teasingly. Running a hand gently along Sam’s back, leaning in to press a kiss between his shoulder blades as he gently eased a finger into his lover. Gasping softly at the incredible tight heat, his dick leaking a little at just the thought of feeling it wrapped around him.

“You know, I’ve always wondered where your wings go when I can’t see them.” Dean whispered, nipping a little at the skin at the base of the angel’s neck as he pushed his finger in a little deeper. “Mmm… spread your legs a little more…”

The brush of Dean’s warm mouth over his ass had Sam sighing softly. Then Dean’s hard cock was pressing into the back of his thigh, and he was slowly working his hole with his finger, making it almost impossible for Sam to concentrate on his words.

“Hmmm? My wings?” He bit his lower lip and widened his legs, arching up a little at the strange, and yet familiar sensation of being touched from the inside. Suddenly, he found himself anxious to have Dean inside him, buried to the hilt and whispering his name in that voice. Whimpering slightly, he braced on his elbows and looked back over his shoulder, his face close to Dean’s now.

Telling himself to focus on Dean’s question, he clenched his fist around some of the bed covers. “You want to see them?” Slightly amused, despite the storm of other emotions and desires crashing through his system, Sam unfurled his wings high above Dean’s head. “But don’t touch between them. Against the rules,” he said, lips quirking slightly until Dean hit his sweet spot and had him groaning. “More.”

When Samuel asked him if he wanted to see his wings, Dean was a bit surprised by the offer. His question had been born of curiosity but it had also been mainly rhetorical too. He hadn’t really been expecting Sam to show him but Dean wasn’t about to refuse however because he always loved seeing Samuel as he truly was. His lover was always gorgeous but Dean had to admit he was even more breathtaking when his wings were visible.

He knew Samuel was amused by that, Dean’s fascination with his wings, he could feel it leaking over the bond now, but he didn’t really care, it was still true. So he nodded eagerly, leaning back a little bit and then suddenly he could see them. It always amazed him, because it was like they were always there even though he couldn’t see or even feel them but between one blink and the next they were visible to him. Someday he’d have to get Samuel to explain how that worked, but certainly not right now.

Right now the young man was too busy being completely turned on, as though he wasn’t already, by the erotic vision in front of him. Samuel lying on his stomach, his legs spread and his ass raised, his wings wide, and Dean’s finger buried deep inside of him. Moaning in pleasure and begging for more. Fuck, but that was so completely hot, and in a completely sacrilegious way, Dean was sure.

Dean didn’t really care if he were going straight to hell after this, as he gave his lover what he asked for. Spreading the lube around and stroking his finger in and out of the angel’s tight body. Moaning softly as he curled his finger and felt the spike of pleasure travel across their bond as he touched Samuel the way he himself loved to be touched.

He let his fingertips drift through the soft downy feathers of one of Samuel’s wings. It seemed somehow strange now that he’d never really taken the time to explore them before now. Maybe a part of him had thought it sacrilegious, as though everything else they’d done wasn’t, and Dean almost wanted to laugh. Well, he was going to make up for that now he decided. Quirking an eyebrow when the angel told him not to touch between them. Against the rules?

“More stupid rules?” Dean asked with more than a little amusement. Easing another finger into his lover as his hand drifted down the edge of Sam’s wing to where it met his body. Brushing his fingers over the spot curiously when his eyes widened and he gasped sharply at the intense feeling that surged over their bond.

“Fuck!” Dean gasped, almost breathless, it felt like every nerve ending in his body had just been electrified with pleasure.

He’d expected Dean’s irreverence, and his refusal to adhere to that rule. What Sam hadn’t expected was the mind numbing intensity of pleasure that had him cursing with Dean. A pained groan followed, as he tried to process the new sensations coursing through his body. His wings fluttered, then steadied above their heads.

With his heart was slamming against his chest in anticipation, Samuel waited for Dean to move his fingers again, and simultaneously touch his wings, raising his ass in blatant invitation. Dean, when you fuck me… kiss me there, he asked, not rushing his lover, but afraid he wouldn’t be able to make the request later, once his mind scattered to the winds. The thought of your mouth there… Sam showed him how weak, and hot it made him feel. Even before Dean touched him again, flames danced over Sam’s skin, burning him up.

Dean was still breathing heavily, staring down at his lover with an expression of almost wonder as he tried to wrap his mind around what he’d felt. Fuck, that was positively evil, and so intense. He’d never felt anything like it, and he probably never would have without the link he and Samuel shared. Who would have thought an angel’s wings were an erogenous zone? Dean was quite certain they’d never taught that at Sunday school.

The young man realized he was just sitting there, his senses reeling, not doing anything, when Samuel began to squirm under him. Pushing back against his fingers buried in his ass and Dean groaned. Both at the feeling of his lover’s thigh rubbing against his erection and the request the angel made of him. His cock already leaking in anticipation.

“That is most definitely a stupid rule.” Dean said as he eagerly he began to pump his fingers in and out of his lover’s tight hole, scissoring gently, as he ran his fingers soothingly through the soft hair at the back of the angel’s neck. His fingertips trialing lightly downwards over Sam’s back, between his shoulder blades following his spine.

Moaning softly as a shiver of pleasure worked its way through his body as they neared the base of Sam’s wings, though they didn’t linger there long. Moving all the way down to the swell of his lover’s buttocks before grasping Sam’s hip. Holding him steady as Dean pressed his lips to the small of the angel’s back and let his tongue trail upwards following the same path while he worked a third finger into his lover’s body.

Oh god, he didn’t know how much longer he was going to be able to wait. He was so hard he hurt. His cock leaking a steady stream of precome where it was pressed tightly against his lover’s skin. So hot, but he wanted to feel the even more intense heat of Sam wrapped around his cock, wanted it so badly, but Sam still felt so tight. Was he ready? As much as he’d done this himself he thought he should be able to tell, but Dean also remembered the very first time it had happened to him and there was no way he wanted Sam to feel pain like that.

“Are you ready?” Dean finally whispered huskily, pressing soft kisses to the back of the angel’s neck.

Every part of Sam was electrified, overly sensitized, so that each touch was amplified. The way Dean’s thighs clenched around him and the press of his arousal drove him wild with thoughts of how it would be once Dean was inside him. God he wanted that. Then Dean’s hands and mouth were trailing over his spine, sending little tremors through his body. He started to pant. To jerk his hips. To mentally beg Dean to stop teasing.

“Oh G-- yes, please Dean, now.” He reached around and put his hand over Dean’s ass and back, pushing him, urging him. “Can’t hurt me Dean... do it.” His mind filled with images of Dean pushing into him, and he was lost. Yes... yes please.

A groan broke from the back of his throat as Dean finally mounted him. His cock, lodged at his entrance, teasing him as he nudged. So hard, Dean was so hard, and Sam wanted him inside. Wanted to know what it would be like to hold Dean’s cock, clench around it in a whole new way. He didn’t know it, but he was practically fucking the mattress as he pleaded again with Dean.

“Oh fuck… Samuel…” Dean groaned when the angel tugged him closer, the combination of his lover’s mental and vocal pleas, the feelings traveling across their bond as Sam rubbed his cock in the already sticky sheets beneath him, and fucked himself back on Dean’s fingers almost sent the young man straight over the edge. Samuel was going to make him blow his load before he was even inside the angel if he didn’t get inside of him now.

Lust almost completely eradicating his nervousness Dean withdrew his fingers from Samuel’s body. Wrapping his fingers around himself instead with a whimper and a shudder, the feel of his own hand almost unbearable, as he slid it along his heavy length. Smearing his own fluids along his cock to slick himself. Pulling Samuel onto his knees and wasting no more time then pressing his cock against his tight slick hole.

“I love you.” Dean whispered as he held his lover’s hip and steadied himself as he carefully began to press himself inside. Moaning helplessly at the familiar and at the same time completely new feelings flowing over him and through them. But this time it was him inside Samuel, the angel’s body accepting him smoothly inside that exquisite heat despite how tight he felt.

“Oh god, Samuel, so good… feels so good…” The young man gasped unnecessarily because Samuel would be able to feel how good it was for him just as he could feel how good it was for the angel. Would know how fucking amazing it felt to be buried balls deep inside the angel’s body as Dean draped himself over Sam’s back, running his hands possessively along the angel’s hips, buttocks, back, and shoulders. Kissing the angel’s neck as he began to slowly move his hips, drawing out shallowly before filling Sam to the hilt again.

“Love you… love you…” Dean whispered over and over as he quickly picked up a rhythm, then began to quicken his pace, thrusting harder into his lover. Desire and the knowledge neither of them were going to last long like this driving his actions as he pressed hot open mouthed kisses down along the angel’s back. Trailing his fingers through the angel’s soft feathers, absolutely loving how they fluttered beneath his hands, another indication of the intense pleasure Samuel felt with him. Groaning helplessly as he pressed his lips to the soft skin where the angel’s wing met his body. The overload of pleasure filling every one of his senses almost too much.

Love you, love you so much.

Sam instinctively arched his back and neck as Dean pushed inside him in a fluid move. A small sound broke from him as he stretched to accommodate Dean, but there wasn’t any pain. Just fullness, a sense of being complete... of being joined with his love... someone he would trust with his life.

A smile formed when Dean rested on top of him for a moment, both of them getting used to and enjoying the new sensations... or the same sensations but from a different point of view. I’m not gonna break, Dean,” he teased, moving back and impaling himself on Dean’s cock.

“Holy moth...” he bit down on is lip, drawing blood to prevent himself from committing further blasphemy. “Oh... Dean, good ... so good, more, more,” he demanded, clenching himself tighter around his lover. White bolts of heat went through his system as Dean started to rhythmically pump his hips, short shallow thrusts that blinded him to the sudden deep thrusts that had him crying out with pleasure.

He loved the way Dean touched him, so sure, so firmly, hands running up and down his body without hesitation. Sensing a bit of possessively, and trying not to think of how close he was to coming already, Sam tried to joke. You know Angel’s can’t be owned.

All humor scattered when Dean touched him where his wings were attached, first with his hands, then with his mouth. The energy that flowed between them was so strong, he realized for the first time that even if Dean weren’t buried into him, even if he weren’t fucking him so hard... just his touch, right there... they could both get off on just that. He mewled at the thought, sharing it with his lover, and begging him for release.

They both started to move in earnest, climbing toward release. Their skin slapped together, grunts filling the air around them. The need to come was so acute, Sam wanted to shout. Dean must have sensed it because he was moving like a piston now, relentless, getting them there.

Sam screwed his eyes shut as he listened to Dean telling him he loved him, and even that was said to the rhythm of their fucking. “Yes... yes....”

White hot heat lanced through Sam. His back stiffened, his balls drawing up tight at he spilled is seed across his own belly and on the sheet below. Dean... He felt his lover jerk and shudder inside him, felt his fingers bite into his skin as he came.

Panting, Sam kept moving, trying to help Dean wring out the last moments of pleasure, answering him, “love you too. Love you so hard, Dean.”

Feeling his lover’s body tighten like a vice around his cock as he shuddered and spilled his seed without Dean ever touching his cock, not to mention the whispered words of love echoed in his mind as well as aloud, was all the younger man needed to push him over the edge. Dean’s fingers dug into the angel’s hips hard, groaning against the back of the angel’s neck as his cock pulsed deep inside his lover. Ripples of shared pleasure shaking them both as they continued to move, though at a less desperate pace, drawing it out for what seemed like forever, and as always Dean never felt so perfectly complete as when they were like this.

Joined together body and soul… god he was such a girl after a mind blowing orgasm.

“I think I owned you pretty good.” Dean chuckled softly against the back of his lover’s neck, wrapping his arms tightly around Sam’s chest, unwilling to break the contact between them just yet even as he grew soft. Loving the feel of the angel’s soft feathers tickling against his chest and sides, oh yes, after today he could definitely say he had a wing kink.

He imagined taking the time to explore every inch of the long white feathers, and especially the place on the angel’s back where it was so damned sensitive. Fuck, he never would have imagined. God certainly had a twisted sense of humor, making it a sin for angels to fuck and then making their wings that damn sensitive. That was just fucked up.

“We have to do that again, really, really soon.”

Crossing his hands over Dean’s forearms, Samuel leaned back against his lover and smiled. “You’re such a braggart, Dean.”

He was trying to catch his breath and his heart was still a bit out of control when sifting through Dean’s mind, he saw images of Dean concentrating only on his wings and keeping him squirming on the bed. His throat constricted, and he croaked out his answer. “And a rebel, such a rebel.” The more ‘wrong’ anything was, the more Dean wanted to go there!

Sam gave a weak laugh. “I don’t know if I could survive it, anyway. Remind me not to teach you ‘stuff.’” He was content, so content. He had everything anyone could ever want, everything. “I wish... I wish this moment would last forever.”

He swallowed, and forced his mind away from Dean’s mortality. Hadn’t he lectured humans often enough on the importance of enjoying the gifts of each day and of accepting the natural order of things?

Patting Dean’s thigh twice, he eased forward until Dean had pulled out of him, and then he turned and rolled over on top with his wings spread high above them as he kissed Dean senseless, riding on the pleasure of his lover, using it to forget. Happy Birthday. I’m looking forward to celebrating many more.

Dean couldn’t help but grin as Sam called him a rebel and a braggart. He kind of liked the sound of that.

But when the angel began to ease away from him Dean moaned softly in disappointment as he gently pulled out of his lover. Like Samuel he wished this moment could have lasted longer, forever, and he didn’t even care how sappy that sounded.

His disappointment was brief however when Samuel flipped them around and pushed him onto his back. A surprised laugh muffled by the angel’s lips and then the young man moaned deeply into his lover’s mouth. Wrapping his arms around Sam’s back and arching beneath the angel, rubbing himself wantonly against his lover, and running his hands possessively along the Samuel’s back and over his beautiful wings.

My birthday isn’t over yet… He reminded the angel. Fully intending to “celebrate” all day and night long.