They'd been watching the abandoned church for two days now. Watching and waiting.

They'd watched the events that unfolded at the old paper mill, following the hunters here from there. They'd watched their comings and goings. Knew there were four humans inside, three hunters and one other. The other was the one they'd been sent to watch.

"We should go in now." His 'companion' hissed in his ear, and he frowned. She'd been repeating the same thing to him practically every hour for the past day and a half. She'd always been impatient. Accused him of being overly cautious, and perhaps he was, but it had kept him alive for this long. Besides, they'd had their orders.

Only things had not exactly gone according to plan. For starters, they'd been betting on only one human walking out of that mill alive. Which human didn't really matter much, though for personal reasons, he'd almost been rooting on the hunters this time. They'd been sent just in case Azazel's pet human wasn't successful, to pick up the other one. The orders had left a bad taste in his mouth but of course he hadn't argued. Disobeying would be akin to suicide. No one, not human or demon, dared to cross Azazel.

That was why he'd argued that they should report back to Azazel what had happened, how his little pet human had been captured by the hunters, rather than the other way around. Of course she had argued that they should use this situation to their advantage. Kill two birds with one stone, so to speak.

It was no secret the disdain he had for the human that Azazel had raised and lifted up among their ranks. A mere human that Azazel planned to have lead them, sometimes he thought secretly to himself if Azazel weren't more than a little mad. There were many demons that would gladly rip Dean apart slowly piece by piece, there were rumors some had even tried, and failed.

But if mere humans had managed to capture and contain Azazel's pet then what was to stop them from going in, taking out the hunters themselves as well as Dean, and bringing Azazel's prize to him themselves? It truly was an opportunity too good to pass up.

Now would be the perfect time, with only one of the hunters left inside, and their target leaving by himself, but he was still wary. It seemed almost too good to be true.

"It's now or never, damn it!" She growled and he sighed and nodded.

"Go after the boy, remember, Azazel wanted him in one piece." He said, knowing well how overzealous she could be some times.

Sam stopped at the deli, picking up several sandwiches and sodas and putting them in an ice chest. He also loaded up on chips and nuts and candy bars at the gas station when he topped off the gas tank. With the supplies, whoever was guarding Dean wouldn’t be stuck eating PB&Js or waiting for someone to show up with food. He’d gotten enough for a good couple days.

He’d finished off his own sandwich by the time he reached the motel. He was looking forward to a shower and a few hours of sleep. He couldn’t help but wonder if Dean were asleep, if Dean might visit him as the dream-boy. Okay, ‘man.’ Dean wasn’t exactly a boy anymore. Licking his lips, he remembered how Dean tasted. Chastising himself, he steered his thought away from Dean. He needed to focus on getting his shower and getting some shut eye.

Spotting the door with his room number on it, he was pleased to see a parking spot right in front of the room. After parking the car, he went to the trunk to pull out his duffel and the typical handful of supplies a hunter took with them since Sam didn’t know what Jim and Bobby had left in the room, if they’d left anything. Pulling the duffel off of the secret compartment he tossed it on the ground and opened up the box full of weapons of various ilk.

The sudden sharp blow to the back of his head made him stagger. His vision almost doubled, he turned, instinctively throwing his arm up as the baseball bat came at him again. A woman, shortly cropped blonde hair and an evil gleam in her eye, grinned at him.

“Hi there Sammy. Why don’t you make this easy and just give up now?” she said, taking another swing at him. Sam barely managed to dodge the next blow.

“Who there hell are you?” Sam asked, keeping the trunk to his back. The weapons inside there were his only chance.

“Just call me the sheriff. I’m taking you in.” Her eyes turned momentarily black. She took another swing that contacted with his side but he rolled with it, keeping the blow from doing more than bruising him.

“In? To where? To who?” he demanded.

She laughed gleefully. “He’s going to be really pleased to see you again, Sammy. With you captured and his precious pet human dead, we’ll be well rewarded.”

Dean? Was she talking about Dean? They were going to kill Dean?

With Dean’s life threatened, he couldn’t risk stalling her and grabbed the holy water, popping the lid and spraying it on her in one smooth motion. She screamed as the water sizzled and burned her skin. Sam pulled out a shotgun and slammed it alongside her head, putting her on the ground, the baseball bat skittering out of her reach.

“Who wants me?” Sam demanded, the muzzle pointed at her.

Her smile disappeared as she began to climb to her feet. “That shotgun will make quite a racket. It’s sure to draw the police.”

“Is someone going after Dean?” Sam demanded.

“I’m sure he’s already dead, Sammy. You’re always just a little too late, aren’t you?’ she taunted. “Couldn’t save Mikey—he sure was fun to run over. Made a nice little speed bump before his insides got all squished. Couldn’t save Barbie Bar-b-que. Did she scream loud?” She finished regaining her feet. Stupid human. The shotgun wouldn’t stop her. He never should have let her get up. She could tackle him and follow it up with a good beating. That would be fun. She eased a little closer and readied herself to tackle the fool.

Sam’s fury began to rise inside him. She’d killed his friend, knew about Jessica’s death, and threatened his brother. The words came almost unbidden to his lips.

“Sancte Michael Archangele, defende nos in proelio,” Sam began the exorcism.

The demon staggered back, startled.

”Contra nequitiam et insidias diaboli esto praesidium.
Imperet illi Deus, supplices deprecamur:
tuque, Princeps militiae caelestis,
Satanam aliosque spiritus malignos,
qui ad perditionem animarum pervagantur in mundo,
divina virtute, in infernum detrude.”

Sam finished the exorcism triumphantly and watched the black smoke pour from the young woman’s body. Without a devil’s trap, the demon would be free to enter someone else. He wanted her sent to Hell. He wanted that more than anything in that instant.

The wind suddenly picked up and the black smoke that was the demon stopped rising. Instead it fell earthward, an unearthly keening echoing as the smoke burbled and churned and sank in to the ground. The wind suddenly died off.

Sam blinked, staring at the spot it had been. He hadn’t done that. He couldn’t have done that.

The woman’s soft moaning snapped his attention back to his surroundings. He set the shotgun in the trunk, tossed his duffel on top of the false floor and slammed the trunk shut. He went to the woman’s side. She had a bad lump on the side of her head.

“Miss, are you okay,” Sam asked, helping her to her feet.

“Where am I?” she whispered.

‘You’re safe.” He waved down someone who stuck their head out of the door because of the scream they’d heard. “She’s hurt! Call 9-1-1.” He guided her over to the concerned young man. “She must have had a seizure and hit her head,” Sam said, handing her off to him. As soon as the young man helped the woman inside, Sam was pulling out his phone as he got into the Impala, forcing himself to not pull out of the lot burning rubber and raising attention. He speed dialed Bobby and listened to it ringing. As soon as he was out of the parking lot, he slammed his foot on the gas. Bobby wasn’t answering. The church wasn’t far away and he prayed he wasn’t too late.

After Sam had left Bobby had gone back upstairs to his makeshift worktable to do some more tests on the effects the spell components had on Dean’s blood, trying to figure out the how’s and why’s of it. Just because he’d promised Sam he’d leave that thing downstairs be didn’t mean he was going to give up on a possible new weapon against demons… or whatever the hell ‘Dean’ was.

The older hunter hadn’t sat down for five minutes when a sound from the main room of the church drew his attention and he was getting up again. Figuring Sam had just forgotten something, Bobby didn’t even grab the shotgun full of rock salt that had been sitting next to him on the table. That was his first mistake and he didn’t get to make another as an invisible force slammed into him with the force of a freight train, knocking him back and almost through a wall, the hunter slumping to the floor unconscious.

***

Dean sat up abruptly, his muscles tense when he heard the loud crash upstairs. The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end, and even though he didn’t have use of his powers he could feel the darkness emanating from above, faint, but he could feel it, drawing closer.

He was on his feet in a second, his eyes darting around his prison, but of course there was nothing within reach he could use as a weapon. He had no illusions that any of his ‘brethren’ might come to his ‘rescue’. If they came at all they would only be coming for one reason and at the moment Dean was literally a sitting duck.

Dean’s hands clenched at his sides as the heavy booted footsteps leisurely descended the basement stairs. Of course Dean did not recognize the human’s face, but he recognized the demon’s, and the young man all but growled. “Dumah.”

The demon general under his father’s command grinned at him as he lifted his hand and with a flick of his wrist Dean was thrown back into the wall behind him with bone jarring force, enough to daze him, and he felt blood dripping down the back of his neck as he was pinned there, helpless, as the demon approached him. Anything the young man might have said literally crushed out of him as the pressure against his body continued to increase. Forcing the air out of his lungs, his already damaged ribs protesting in agony as the bones shifted, threatening to snap and impale him.

“Dean… I warned you one day it would come to this. I told you no human would ever be allowed to rise among the ranks of demons.” The demon sneered, backhanding him hard enough that Dean tasted blood and Dumah merely shook his head in disgust. “Humans are cattle just waiting to be slaughtered, and look at you now. Pathetic. Just like them. If Azazel could only see his little pet now…”

The demon swiped his thumb at the corner of Dean’s mouth, gathering a bit of blood and bringing it to his lips. Licking it away with a grin. The pressure against Dean’s body abruptly ceased and Dean fell in a crumpled heap onto the mattress, gasping and choking for air. Before he could recover the demon grabbed him roughly by the hair, dragged him up and slammed his head hard against the wall again. Hard enough Dean might have been worried about a serious concussion if he wouldn’t be dead in the next few minutes.

The demon chucked as it pressed up against him, whispering in his ear.

“I’m going to enjoy making you scream…”

Sam’s first instinct was to crash the Impala into the church foyer. Instead, his father’s drilled-in training took over. If he’d been paying attention at the motel his head wouldn’t be pounding from the baseball bat to his skull and his arm and side wouldn’t be tight and throbbing from the same weapon. How had he forgotten he was a target? Because he had considered Dean—the same Dean he had given his first blow job to—the only threat. Stupid. His father taught him better. He couldn’t afford to be stupid again. He could feel that Dean was in trouble. He was still alive, but definitely in trouble.

Sam pulled off the road into the copse of trees the hunters had already marked as a safe place to hide a vehicle from the common passer-by. Keeping a close eye on the area around the church, Sam went to the trunk and gathered his salt-loaded shotgun, his .45 loaded with silver blessed bullet, and a water pistol still loaded with holy water from the other night when going up against Dean. Clipping his iron knife onto his belt, he shoved two pieces of chalk into his back pocket and grabbed a container of salt. He quietly shut the trunk and slunk low across the parking lot, his eyes searching for anything or anyone in the landscape save for himself but saw nothing and no one.

The front door to the church was open and when Sam reached it, he saw the salt line had been blown away by the wind. He listened intently as he softly shut the door and poured fresh salt along the threshold. Why hadn’t they taken that extra precaution of a devil’s trap at the door? If he lived through this, and assuming Bobby was still alive, he’d take a small bit of pleasure from pointing that out to the older hunter. At least he wasn’t the only one being sloppy.

A muted voice down the hall drew his attention and he crept toward the sound, glancing in each room as he passed by. In Bobby’s temporary workroom he spotted Bobby crumpled against the wall. He dashed to his friend and worriedly felt for a pulse, relieved when he found one. A quick triage showed him Bobby had merely been knocked out but seemed fine otherwise. Knowing Dean was still in danger, he returned to the hall and covered the short distance to the basement door, hiding in the shadows as he peered down the steps.

Dean was held by invisible bonds against the concrete block wall and a dark-haired man wielding a knife stood in front of him. The bandages over Dean’s shoulder wound were ripped off and blood trickled down Dean’s chest as the man probed Dean’s gunshot wound with the tip of the knife, twisting the tip and digging it into Dean’s tender flesh. Dean’s face was contorted in pain as he gasped, but he didn’t scream.

Sam didn’t let himself have time to think. He couldn’t risk the demon sensing him or his intentions. Leveling the .45 and taking careful aim, he buried a bullet in the only good target he had at the moment, the man’s shoulder. Sam started down the stairs and as the man turned, he put another bullet into him. The dark-haired man’s laughter filled the room and Sam felt a force throw him off of the stairs and into the wall as Sam’s .45 and shotgun were wrenched from his hands. Invisible fingers squeezed his trachea as he was held there against the wall, deprived of oxygen. He knew Dean would die soon after he died or fell unconscious. Struggling to get hold of the water pistol, his gaze locked with Dean’s, silently saying he was sorry, silently begging Dean for help. He felt his world growing dark; he couldn’t let Dean die. He couldn’t. He wished Dean was at least free to fight the demon bastard and felt the brief flare of power within him before he began to sag in the demon’s intractable grip.

Dean grit his teeth against the white hot pain flaring through him as the knife dug deeper into the flesh of his already wounded shoulder. Blood dripping heavily down the young man’s chest already, but Dean refused to scream, refused to give the demon bastard that pleasure. He knew soon he might not have a choice, but for now he stubbornly remained silent.

His muscles clenched, trembling, as he panted heavily. Fighting against the invisible bonds that held him even though he knew it was useless. They held more securely than the iron chains around his wrists and ankles and without his powers he was just as Dumah said he was. Nothing more than pathetic human meat just waiting to be torn apart.

Dumah was taking his time with him. Starting slow. Soon he knew the demon would start to skin him alive, as promised. His black eyes filled with pleasure as he worked the knife slowly deeper into his flesh. Not easing up for a moment. As long as Dean didn’t lose too much blood it could go on for hours like this. Days if the demon wished. As much as Dumah hated him, Dean expected it to.

What he hadn’t expected was the sound of the gunshot that rang out like thunder in the relative silence of the church. Dumah jerking, some of his blood hitting Dean in the face, before the demon turned around. Dean’s eyes widening when he saw Sam quickly descending the stairs shooting the demon again.

“No…” The sound broke free from his mouth as a pained moan before he realized it and Dean didn’t know whether it was directed to Sam foolishly coming to his rescue, or a plea to the demon he would have never offered for himself. It didn’t matter because he was utterly helpless to stop the events unfolding before him. Only able to watch as Sam was thrown like a ragdoll by the powerful demon, only able to watch as the younger man struggled just as ineffectually as he did, only able to watch as Sam was slowly being choked to death in front of him, the other man’s eyes rolling back in his head…

No…

Then, suddenly, Dumah stumbled back under a wave of power not unlike the uncontrolled blast that Dean had felt back at the old abandoned paper mill. It left the elder man’s head reeling, just as before, but at the same time he didn’t give a damn because he also felt the invisible bonds holding him in place vanish, and Dean reacted without thinking. With a snarl of pure hatred Dean surged forward and wrapped his chains around the demon’s throat, using all of his strength to pull them taunt. Trapping the demon against him.

“Exorcizo te, omnis spiritus immunde, in nomine Dei…” The demon struggled as viciously as Dean began reciting the Latin words he’d memorized long ago. Dumah growled and clawed at him in rage, but Dean refused to let go, his voice never faltering no matter what damage the demon tried to do to him.

“Sancti, ut descedas ab hoc plasmate Dei, quod Dominus noster ad templum sanctum suum vocare dignatus est, ut fiat templum Dei vivi, et Spiritus Sanctus habitet in eo. Per eumdem Christum Dominum nostrum, qui venturus est judicare vivos et mortuos, et saeculum per ignem.”

Dean took great pleasure hearing the bones in the demon’s neck snapping like twigs as he twisted the chains even tighter, hearing it howl in pain as black smoke bellowed from its mouth as Dean finished the exorcism ritual, sending the demon back to hell. The sudden sagging of the dead body bringing Dean down with it, exhausted from the struggle.

To say he had a headache before was almost an understatement of how his head throbbed now. Sam slowly opened his eyes, trying to figure out where he was. The floor was cold concrete and he pushed himself upright with wobbly arms. He blinked a few times as he looked around. Seeing Dean in a motionless heap entangled with the demon, Dean’s chains wrapped around its neck, brought him instantly to his feet and he stumbled over to Dean. The demon appeared to be gone, its head twisted at a gruesome angle and the body it was using long dead.

After untangling the chains from its mangled neck, Sam lifted the dead body away from Dean with little effort. Sam ripped off his flannel shirt, wadded it up and used it as a makeshift bandage for Dean’s wound, staving the blood. Dean was breathing but the breaths were shallow and Dean felt cold to his touch. Sam grabbed the blanket that was lying on the mattress and pulled it over Dean as he gently cradled Dean to his chest, trying to share his body’s warmth with his brother.

“Don’t leave me, Dean,” Sam begged softly, leaning down and brushing his lips across Dean's.

Dean groaned softly as he came around slowly.

He wasn’t unused to waking like this. His head throbbing like it had been hit with a sledge hammer and his body feeling like every inch was torn or bruised in some way. He must have blacked out at some point, which wasn’t all that surprising. Considering everything… What was surprising, and he was definitely not used to, was waking up to the feeling of warm arms wrapped securely around him, holding him gently. A gentle, worried voice whispering to him, and the steady beat of a heart beneath his ear. Soft lips pressing against his own…

“Sam?” He whispered as slowly forced his eyes open to look up at the young man practically cradling him against his chest. Blinking his eyes into focus on Sam’s face. An expression there he never thought he’d ever see, at least not for him. Sam was afraid for him? It was strange to think of anyone worrying for him. Even more strange when he felt sure his own expression mirrored the younger man’s when he looked at Sam.

“M’fine…” Dean reassured, and he knew he was. His injuries were nothing he hadn’t endured before, even with the amount of blood he’d lost over the past couple of days, Dean knew he was in no danger of dying.

Dean glanced down Sam’s body, trying to gauge his injuries instead. He noticed some heavy bruising but the only blood he could see was his own. But before he could open his mouth again to ask the younger man if he were all right, a thump from upstairs and then the sound of rushing footsteps approaching had him tensing.

Sam growled to himself, hearing what were surely Bobby’s footsteps. He was both relieved to hear Bobby up and around, and annoyed that he couldn’t cover this time. He couldn’t just toss Dean aside; Dean’s injuries were worse. Let Bobby call him foolish. There was no denying Dean had apparently saved him, even if he was saving himself as well.

“Like hell you’re fine,” Sam scoffed softly. He turned his attention to the approaching footsteps. “Bobby, tell me that’s you up there!”

“Sam!” Bobby shouted back, surprise in his voice.

“Bring the first aid kit. Dean’s hurt!”

Bobby appeared at the top of the steps, shotgun in hand. He saw Sam cradling that thing in his arms and spotted the deadman’s body a few feet away. “Sam—“

“Get the God-damned first aid kit!” Sam yelled at him.

After a moment’s hesitation, Bobby disappeared from view, returning a handful of seconds later, the first aid kit in tow. He scowled at seeing Sam holding the enemy in his arms, practically like a lover!

“The demon dug into Dean’s gunshot wound with a knife. I need morphine for him, a saline IV, fresh bandages, and one of those emergency blankets,” Sam told Bobby.

Muttering to himself, Bobby reluctantly gave Sam what he wanted. He stretched the IV bag over to the wall and hooked it on one of the fasteners holding the chains. Sam spoke soothingly to Dean as Bobby inserted the IV in Dean’s arm and pushed the morphine in once the IV was flowing. With a sigh, he also pushed a shot of antibiotics. Sam continued to hold the man as Bobby re-dressed the shoulder wound after sterilizing it, then got the emergency blanket out, putting it under the ratty one they’d given the man. Bobby pulled over the propane heater and turned it on.

Bobby eyed Sam. “Good enough?”

Sam gave a small nod. “Thanks, Bobby. How’s your head?”

“Hurts like a three day hangover,” Bobby snorted. He pulled the chair over and got out an icepack that he promptly applied to the back of his head.

“What happened?” Sam asked. He finally felt Dean begin to relax in his arms, the morphine probably kicking in. Dean seemed to have warmed up some, the saline solution giving him back some of the fluids that he’d lost and helping to keep shock at bay. He considered laying Dean down, but frankly, he didn’t want to move, exhaustion filling every aching part of his body.

“One minute I’m working on studying the new herbal infusion and then I hear you come back. Least I thought it was you. Next thing I know, some demon is standing in the doorway and I’m thrown into the wall. Soon as I woke up, I came here. Now why don’t you fill in the blanks for me?”

Sam briefly recounted the attack at the motel and his arrival and encounter with the demon. “Dean saved my life, Bobby. Obviously exorcised it and broke its neck.”

“As like, was saving his own skin,” Bobby said, cocking an eyebrow at the younger Winchester.

“Whatever the reason, he saved my life,” Sam insisted and then pointed out, “He probably saved yours too.”

Shaking his head, Bobby harrumphed. “You’re gonna believe the best in the …in Dean. Just don’t get—“

“Stupid. I know.” Sighing, Sam knew he needed to help Bobby tend to things. Carefully he laid a softly protesting Dean down on the mattress, using the ratty blanket as a pillow to help keep Dean’s head and chest a little elevated. God, he was so tired.

He waved Bobby toward the body of the dead man. “Let’s get him upstairs. We can bury him after the sun goes down.”

The two men lugged the dead weight upstairs. Sam tossed Bobby a piece of chalk. “Looks like we need devil’s traps on all the entrances. I’m going to go get the food I bought brought in. After that, I want you to go to the hospital and have that head of yours checked out.”

“I’m fine Sam,” Bobby said as he caught the chalk and headed toward the front entrance. He was beginning to get annoyed at the way Sam was ordering him around. If he didn’t know better he’d think he had a John Winchester wannabe on his hands. “Jim is probably ready for a break. I’ll send him to clear out our stuff from the the motel.”

Sam shook his head, immediately regretting it as pain shot through his skull. “I don’t think we’re going to have any trouble for at least a few days. Just tell him to be careful. I really don’t want to lose that motel room.”

“We’ll move to different motel then,” Bobby challenged.

Sam considered. “Probably a good idea.”

“You sure you’re okay?” Bobby asked eyeing the ugly bruises on Sam’s side and along his arm. He’d seen the wince Sam had given when he’d shaken his head.

“I hurt, but yeah, I’m fine. I’m going to take some aspirin when I get a chance in a few minutes.”

Bobby grunted acknowledgement, not sure he bought what Sam was selling, but decided not to push it. “I leave, you stay away from him, clear?”

“Yes, I’ll be careful,” Sam said and headed out the door. After he got the food lugged in, he helped Bobby finish putting devil’s traps on the entrances.

Sam waved at the door. “Okay, go,” Sam said, pulling out a sandwich and shoving it into Bobby’s hands. “I’m going to check on Dean, take some aspirin, and get some sleep.”

Bobby accepted the offered sandwich and with a sigh headed for the exit. He paused at the door and measured Sam. The boy looked whipped. He figured Sam would still be asleep by the time time Jim got back.

Sam gave Bobby a weary smile. “Tell Jim if he wants to catch some sleep at the new motel, to go ahead. Ask him to call me before he heads here. I’ll probably want some hot food and more ice for the ice chest.”

After a moment Bobby gave a nod and headed out to his car. Sam watched him go, then headed down to the basement. After checking on Dean, he emptied his pockets contents onto the chair then laid down next to Dean, throwing his arm protectively across Dean’s chest and promptly fell asleep.

A small smile curved Dean’s lips at the younger man’s reply, but Dean was too tired right now to argue the point. He simply let Sam hold him, enjoying the warmth of the younger man’s arms around him while it while it lasted. Sure that Sam would put him down any second, not wanting the other hunter to see them together like this.

It was a shame that the other hunter had apparently survived as well. Dumah was losing his touch, Dean thought with a frown. But, surprisingly, Sam didn’t put him down and Dean raised an eyebrow at that, and the way the younger man yelled at the other hunter to bring the first aid kit when Bobby didn’t the first time. Maybe even more surprising was how the older man obeyed.

Though Dean watched the older hunter more than a little warily as Bobby inserted the IV needle into his arm, he remained still at Sam’s gentle urgings. Even when the older man injected him with what he could only assume was painkillers. He wouldn’t put it past the older man to use this situation to his advantage to give him something far less pleasant.

Dean had never had anyone else tend to his wounds, unless they were life threatening and he was unable, neither of which was the case now so he had nothing to really go by. But he was still surprised that even though the older man worked as quickly and efficiently as possible he also took care not to cause him any additional unnecessary pain. Even pulling the heater closer once he was finished, something Sam had not asked him to do, to keep him warm.

As the pain began to recede to a dull throb, probably due to the morphine, Dean found himself relaxing even more in Sam’s arms. His eyes drifting closed, and his thoughts growing heavier by the second. Even though he wasn’t asleep, he was getting there quickly. Listening to the two men talk, Dean frowned as Sam recounted how he’d been attacked after he’d left here. It didn’t surprise him, but it bothered him. More than he was willing to admit.

Dean found he didn’t really regret that in saving his own life he’d also saved Sam’s, ensuring he remained a prisoner. Though he couldn’t say the same in regards to the older hunter. But Dean knew if he had to make the choice again, he’d make the same one. Even if he was only saving Sam’s life, and not his own… maybe the painkillers were stronger than he thought. That had to be it. If there was one thing Dean was not it was self sacrificing.

Dean mumbled softly in protest as Sam laid him down. Not wanting the younger man to leave him but it wasn’t like he had any choice. Just like he’d never had any choice when his dreams of Sam would end and he was forced back into harsh reality.

He wasn’t sure how much time had passed, long enough for him to have fallen asleep against his will from sheer exhaustion. His instincts too highly honed not to wake him, no matter how exhausted he might be, when he felt movement next to him. But knowing who it was without even opening his eyes Dean didn’t even flinch when he felt the younger man lay down next to him. When he felt Sam lay his arm over him Dean turned into the embrace, falling asleep again with a sigh of contentment.

Sam felt the warm body nestled against him and smiled sleepily. His many aches and pains began to cut through his drowsing and he realized it wasn’t Jessica he would find in his arms when he opened his eyes. He swallowed back the sudden lump that filled his throat and wondered how long her absence would make his heart ache like this. In a way he was glad for the emotional pain. Yesterday—was it only yesterday?—he feared he’d thrown his love for Jessica aside, filling that gaping wound with…his brother. That was wrong on so many levels he refused to analyze it too closely. There were still too many raw wounds, too much confusion inside him.

Dean had always been his best friend, so it felt less…incestuous…to think of him as his life long companion who just happened to be male rather than as his brother. Even if it was wrong, he liked having Dean in his arms, feeling his warmth against him. His whole life was fucked up. Why not this too? He needed comfort now and he found it in Dean. He couldn’t be certain he wasn’t just using Dean but that too he would worry about another day. Not today. Not while Dean was with him in this time and this place. And God did he hope Jim and Bobby were no where around.

Sam finally slit open his eyes, only to find Dean was already awake and watching him. Those beautiful green eyes; he felt he could fall into those eyes and drown. He absently noticed Dean had pulled out the IV, the saline bag long empty and that he hadn’t bled through his new bandages on his shoulder. His hand went up to that shoulder, brushing it only lightly then ran his fingers along the side of Dean’s face. His gaze drifted from Dean’s eyes to his lips. They were so sensual. He’d never seen such sensual lips on a man. Then again he had never actually noticed a man’s lips before. He studied Dean’s lips, gently touching them, feeling their softness, investigating their outline. So beautiful. Like Dean’s eyes.

Dean wasn’t sure exactly what had woken him and that bothered him. He’d been sleeping deeply, more deeply than he could remember in a long time. But now that he was awake, he was alert in an instant. Pushing himself up on his elbow, ignoring the various aches and pains in his body that protested, as his eyes immediately scanned the basement for any signs of danger. Listening carefully for any noises from the rooms above… but there was none.

The only sounds Sam’s soft breathing, and the propane heater working not far away. He relaxed again slowly, almost reluctantly, as his attention turned to the younger man nestled up so closely against him. Pressed tightly together as they were, Dean couldn’t feel even a little chill in the air. The younger man’s body like a not so small furnace in his arms keeping the chill in the air away far better than the heater.

He shifted, frowning at the pull of the IV needle in his arm, and noticing the IV Bag was empty anyway he pulled it out. Letting it dangle from the chain where it had been hung. Looking back down at the younger man when Sam stirred a little against him and Dean caught himself staring unashamedly at the other man’s features so relaxed and peaceful in sleep. Surprised how Sam looked so much younger while he slept.

Dean could tell the younger man was waking as well by the change in his breathing, and maybe that was what had roused him before. Dean wasn’t used to… sleeping with anyone. He certainly wasn’t used to waking up with anyone in his arms. It was… odd… but not in an unpleasant way. Not unpleasant in the least.

He found he couldn’t look away even when Sam opened his eyes. At least the younger man didn’t seem to mind the fact that he’d been watching him. Even though the way Sam was studying him now made his stomach clench a little. Made his pulse jump.

Dean’s eyes flickered down briefly at Sam’s hand when the younger man touched his shoulder and they returned to the other man’s almost questioningly when that same hand moved to his face. Dean found himself leaning his face into the gentle touch, almost against his will, his lips parting with a sigh as Sam’s thumb ghosted over them.

Dean felt like he was caught, being moved, by something he couldn’t control. Something he didn’t want to control, as he leaned in slowly to press his lips to the younger man’s. It wasn’t like the soft innocent kisses that they’d shared as children, nor was it heated, wild, and full of desire like when Sam jerked him off before. Cupping Sam’s face he tasted the younger man’s lips slowly, leisurely, as though they had all the time in the universe.

Sam couldn’t help but respond to Dean’s kiss. It was so…peaceful and calming, while at the same time he felt his chest tighten and his pulse increase. Dean’s tongue teased his lips lightly as they kissed and Sam opened his mouth, wanting Dean to deepen the kiss. His own tongue met Dean’s to coax it in and while the kiss grew in intensity, it was still relaxed, like they had been lovers for years. And maybe in a strange sort of way they had. It had never manifested itself this way but it felt so right to have Dean pressed against him, to have Dean kissing him so thoroughly. Sam almost felt as if Dean were romancing his mouth; he tasted and savored everything Dean.

Dean pressed so firmly against him, he knew Dean had to feel his growing erection and he moaned into Dean’s mouth as Dean shifted. He wrapped his leg over Dean’s and his hands slid under Dean’s shirt and caressed his back slowly. If it were possible, he pulled Dean closer and moaned again. How could Dean make him feel this way? His world was made up of only Dean and that’s all he wanted. He could lie with Dean this way forever. He couldn’t help but arch a little into Dean, rubbing his erection firmly against Dean, wanting him to know just how much he was affecting him.

What was Sam doing to him? What was wrong with him?

He shouldn’t be letting the younger man affect him this way. He shouldn’t be forgetting himself like this. Letting himself get lost so completely in the taste of Sam’s lips, and warmth of the other man’s body pressed so close to him. Forgetting everything else. How this boy was like him in more ways than Sam could ever know. This boy that his father would stop at nothing to possess, and how if Dean wasn’t the one to give him to his father…

The demon that had attacked the church should have been a reminder, as though Dean could ever truly forget, the repercussions of his failure. Dean had always been well aware of the delicate edge he walked. Survival was all he knew. Pleasing his father all he’d ever strived for.

But with Sam in his arms like this, soft and warm and… beautiful… he couldn’t think about anything except how much he wanted Sam. How much he wanted this boy who had been his one true secret he’d ever kept from his father. How much he wanted Sam… for himself.

Dean had gone to great lengths to keep his secret, his friend, his sweet dream, the only comfort he’d ever known, then and now. Some part deep inside of him, the same part that had reacted instinctively to seeing Sam in danger, knew he’d go to the same lengths to keep Sam to himself now. Away from his father, away from everyone or anything that might harm him, or take Sam away from him…

He groaned softly as the younger man parted his lips, Sam’s soft sweet tongue inviting him in further and it was an invitation he accepted gladly. Tasting every inch of the younger man’s mouth slowly while his hands mapped Sam’s body. Trailing his fingers down his throat and chest. Slipping his arm around the younger man to draw him in closer. Caressing down his back, over his buttocks, and up and down his thigh wrapped around him. It felt so good, and yet wasn’t enough, because he wanted, needed, to feel bare flesh beneath his touch.

“Want to feel you…” Dean whispered softly, nipping lightly at the younger man’s swollen lower lip. Slipping his hand between them to cup Sam briefly through his jeans, squeezing the younger man gently before sliding up to unbutton them and ease his zipper down.

Pulling Sam into a tighter embrace, Dean’s hands investigated his body the way his tongue investigated his mouth. Every place Dean’s hands roamed they left fire in their wake. Sam groaned every time Dean’s hands shifted to a new area, the previous area craving for the caressing touch to return while the new area burned. He had never felt such raw heat under anyone’s touch, not even Jessica’s. He wanted to intensify their kiss but he let Dean take lead. If Dean wanted it slow, Sam would let it be slow.

He began his own investigation of the body he already felt he knew. His hands had ghosted over the wounds that were now scars when he was Dean’s dream boy. To touch the scars now, his hands traced them as if in doing so he could take away all the pain they’d ever caused Dean. When he touched the scar that was mirrored on his own back, he paused and focused on it, gently running his fingers along it, remembering his father’s worried countenance as Sam could offer no reasonable explanation as to how his own back had been so viciously and deeply cut. He’d felt Dean’s agony with every injury Dean had suffered and it had given him a strength to push through most any pain of his own. When he’d broken his arm on a hunt once, he hadn’t told his father until the job was done. He had seen both pride and concern in his father’s face that night and seeing both had pleased him and he had Dean to thank for that small gift.

When Dean pulled away from their kiss Sam nearly whimpered. Dean biting at his lip elicited a groan instead. When Dean cupped and squeezed him, the blood rushed straight to his cock. He gasped as he threw his head back at the pleasure/pain, exposing his throat to Dean as he pulled his hips back a little, giving Dean easier access to his jeans. He felt his button come undone as Dean’s fingers brushed against bare skin. Couldn’t he work faster? He heard and felt the slow opening of his zipper and was glad for the sudden release from the confines of his jeans.

“Want you to feel me,” Sam whispered, all but digging his nails into Dean’s back as he felt Dean caress him through his shorts. “Touch me,” he begged, sliding one hand beneath Dean’s jeans and squeezing Dean’s buttocks as he pressed his erection against Dean’s hand.

Dean traced the line of Sam’s jaw, down his throat, with his lips when the younger man tilted his head back in an invitation Dean couldn’t refuse. Nipping lightly and sucking on the spot where Sam’s pulse beat the strongest as he shivered in pleasure under the younger man’s touch.

Sam touched him almost reverently. His fingers tracing the lines of scars on his skin with such tenderness Dean wasn’t sure if the younger man were afraid touching him that way might cause him pain or if Sam were trying to take away whatever phantom pain remained from the long healed marks. No one had ever touched him with the intent to take away pain, no one but Sam…

It was the cruelest twist of fate the only touch he’d ever longed for, craved, belonged to that of his enemy, but Dean refused to think about that now. Moaning softly at the bite of the younger man’s fingernails against his back as he eased Sam’s jeans and underwear down to the middle of his thighs, letting his teeth nip a little harder at the tender skin of his throat in retaliation before soothing the sting away with his tongue.

He slid his palm up along the younger man’s inner thigh, letting his thumb play gently over the incredibly soft flesh where Sam’s leg met his body before he cupped and fondled Sam’s balls. Taking his time to learn the weight and feel of him slowly, just as Dean had explored every other part of Sam, before wrapping his fingers around the heat of the younger man’s shaft.

“So hot, Sam…” Dean whispered as he lifted his head, his gaze sweeping down the length of Sam’s body hungrily. Pushing back into the hand on his buttocks while he slowly stroked up and down the length of Sam’s cock. His thumb tracing around the sensitive crown on every upstroke, teasing the weeping slit, before spreading the younger man’s come down his shaft, slicking his entire length.

Sam’s didn’t think anything could burn in him hotter than Dean’s touch, but when Dean kissed his way down to Sam’s throat, he found he was wrong. Dean’s focused attack on his neck made Sam’s heart race. His fingers moved from Dean’s back to tangle in his hair as he arched against that mouth that teased and sucked and bit at his throat, moaning in pleasure.

Sam quivered in raw anticipation as Dean pushed his jeans and shorts away from his hardened cock. In turn, frustration made him groan as Dean’s touch stopped at his upper thigh but when that touch moved on and investigated his balls with slow deliberation, Sam shuddered. When Dean finally took Sam’s cock in his hand, all Sam’s willpower was needed not to come then and there. His fingers wrapped more insistently in Dean’s hair and he caressed Dean’s buttocks with more vigor. Dean pressing back into that caressing hand made Sam reach between them to undo the button on Dean’s jeans. He unzipped Dean’s pants as Dean stroked him. The feel of his own come slickening his cock made him thrust his hips forward into Dean’s hand. Any thought of trying to return pleasure to Dean’s own stiff erection was lost and his hand instead slid under the back side of Dean’s waistband so both hands now roamed over Dean’s buttocks squeezing and caressing.

Dean’s stroke was almost agonizingly slow. He tilted his head his head up and met Dean’s smoldering gaze as he thrust into Dean’s hand with each slow stroke. When he tried to increase the pace, Dean refused to let him. Dean teased his crown and the sensitive underside of his cock, squeezing and caressing until Sam was thrusting harder and harder, his breath beginning to come in pants. Freeing his hands from Dean’s jeans, Sam slid them up Dean’s back, his fingernails scraping. He pulled Dean toward him, wanting to taste Dean’s sweet mouth again while he fucked Dean’s hand.

Dean couldn’t help but smile, pleased with himself, at how desperately Sam clung to him. So hot and needy in his arms. So perfect. A part of him wished this could go on for hours. This slow teasing. Building Sam’s pleasure until he was writhing and begging in his arms, then easing him back. Keeping him there caught between pleasure and pain. But his own desire right now for the younger man was simply too great, he knew he wouldn’t last that long, and when he came he wanted Sam right there with him.

So when Sam opened his jeans, caressing his ass so boldly before his hands moved up to his back, tugging him closer, Dean knew the time for teasing was over. Dean groaned as he crushed his lips to the younger man’s, thrusting his tongue practically down the younger man’s throat, swallowing the sounds of pleasure Sam made greedily.

He reluctantly released the younger man’s hot throbbing flesh to push his own jeans down to the middle of this thighs. Dean wasted no time then reaching around to grasp Sam’s ass again in a firm grip as he pulled the younger man against him hard, aligning their hips, and shuddering as their erections slid together trapped between their bodies.

When Dean’s lips met his, Sam bucked against Dean, knowing he wasn’t going to last much longer no matter how slowly Dean stroked him. He practically swallowed Dean’s welcome tongue, his hot fiery kiss, and felt as if he couldn’t get enough of Dean. No more a slow and leisurely kiss, it had become intense and passionate. Sam thrust harder and faster into Dean’s hand, feeling his release growing closer.

Dean’s hand releasing his member put him in agony as he tried to find pressure, any pressure to ease the pain, to let him come. He cried in protest into Dean’s mouth and would have begged Dean to finish him if his mouth weren’t otherwise engaged. But then Dean’s hands went to Sam’s buttocks. No, that wasn’t what he needed! He whimpered until Dean suddenly pulled him against Dean’s now bare flesh. Sam practically melted in Dean’s arms as their bodies pressed together and their cocks rubbed against each other. The pressure was heaven and Sam was finally given control to set his own pace. He began thrusting and felt Dean match him as he increased the pace more and more. A part of him begged to draw this precious moment out, to slow down and feel Dean rubbing against him, only to increase in pace again, but he was simply too far gone. Dean seemed to know it and coaxed him closer and closer to final orgasm.

The heat coiled in Sam belly as his balls drew up and he came so hard he was screaming his pleasure into Dean’s mouth. He knew Dean was coming with him and that made it that much better, that much more satisfying as his cock pulsed again and again, emptying its load with abandon. The warm liquid washed between them, slicking their stomachs and chest, drawing out the release for an impossibly long time.

It felt better than Dean ever could have imagined. The way Sam moved against him, moaning into his mouth, so needy, the younger man’s cock leaving burning hot damp trails across his skin. His own cock weeping and throbbing against Sam’s, their bodies fitting together as though they were made for each other. It was perfect. Utterly perfect. He’d never felt anything so good in his entire life. Dean wished it could have lasted forever, but they were both too far gone now.

His hands were firm on Sam’s firm ass, guiding, pulling Sam against him. The younger man clinging to him so desperately as he thrust his hips forward. Each of them trying to get even closer, even though they were already so close not even air separated them. All too soon the younger man was shuddering in his arms, whimpering and spilling his seed hotly across both their skin, practically scorching him, and Dean groaned in half pleasure half pain into Sam’s mouth. His own cock pulsing seconds after the younger man as he clutched Sam as close to him as possible. Bruising tight and not caring. Never wanting to let Sam go.

Too many times he’d had to let Sam go in his dreams. Always forced to return to the harsh reality of his life when all he wanted was to stay in those gentle arms no matter how insubstantial they were. No longer. He never wanted to let go again.

Gradually the intensity of their passion subsided and Dean became aware of just how tightly he was holding onto Sam. Maybe even painfully so, and he gentled his hold. Pulling back just a little, his breath hot and panting across Sam’s soft lips as he brushed his fingertips lightly over the curve of the younger man’s ass, his lips kissing Sam’s carefully now, almost in apology. Small aftershocks of pleasure rippling through him making his body shiver occasionally.

If Dean held him anymore tightly, Sam wasn’t sure he’d be able to breathe, but he didn’t care. He didn’t care that his bruised side complained at the tight embrace, or that he was pretty certain he popped a few stitches on his wounded chest. He knew pain, having experienced some of Dean’s pain through the years and these aches were trivial next to the thrill of having Dean so very close, so very tangible. Dean had probably left bruises on him during their lovemaking, but he had probably bruised Dean as well. If Dean felt the need to hold him so tightly, Sam wasn’t going to complain. When Dean let him go, Sam would have to return to the real world. The world where Jessica and Mike were dead, his father was in ICU, and his lover was his brother. Oh, and demons were after him and his lover and brother was his enemy. He would rather stay wrapped in Dean’s tight embrace, feeling their heat mingle and radiate, their spunk mix with the sweat coating them both. He wanted this to last forever, or at least as long as possible which he knew would not be long enough. It would never be long enough.

The feel of Dean loosening his hold roused Sam out of the existence he wanted to stay in where small waves of pleasure rolled through him and he was held in the safety of Dean’s arms. He wanted to protest, to beg Dean to stay this way with him just a little while longer. When Dean began to pull away, he began to tighten his hold. No, he wasn’t willing to let Dean go yet.

He felt Dean’s breath on his face as both of them still panted from their exquisite lovemaking. Dean gently caressed him and leaned back in, his kisses soft rather than bruising. Sam kissed him back with a bit more intensity than Dean offered, moaning a little at Dean’s so delicate touches. Brushing his own hands along Dean’s back and sides, he felt small shivers run through Dean and knew they were the same aftershocks Sam himself was feeling. That sent its own wave of pleasure through him to know this had been as pleasurable for Dean as it was for him.

He felt his cheeks redden a little at the thought Dean was the first man he had ever slept with and if he had known how hard he would come making love with a man, he might have been a bit more interested in men before now. Thinking that, he knew he had really only come so hard was because it was Dean. It was obvious from Dean’s guidance that he was far from the first man Dean had slept with, and a sudden spike of jealously filled him. He pushed his tongue deeply into Dean’s mouth, wanting to make sure Dean only tasted him and that the thought of any other man Dean may have enjoyed the company of would be swept away. He slowly explored every niche he could as his hand cupped the back of Dean’s head and he pressed his lips more firmly against Dean’s. He knew he was spent but he wanted to go again. He wanted to feel Dean’s cock rubbing against him and feel the desperate clutching of one another all over again.

Dean’s heart clenched a little at the way Sam clung to him almost desperately. Rubbing his spent cock wetly against his slick stomach making Dean moan in pleasure as another shiver of rippled through his already oversensitive muscles. Loving the way the younger man returned his kisses, pushing his tongue greedily into his mouth with far more heat than the elder man had offered. It seemed that Sam was ready to go another round with him even before the afterglow of their first orgasm had faded. Not that Dean was complaining, not in the least.

As he returned the younger man’s kiss, sucking on Sam’s tongue, Dean rolled them both over. Pressing the other man back and pinning him underneath his weight against the mattress. Dean finally broke their kiss and lifted his head. Taking in the younger man’s flushed features and swollen lips. Raking his eyes hungrily down the length of his exposed body without shame. The younger man’s muscular frame glistening with sweat and come.

So beautiful…

“Let me taste you.” Dean whispered, but though he’d asked he didn’t wait for the younger man’s reply before he started to kiss his way down Sam’s chest. Tracing down Sam’s muscles with his tongue, nipping lightly with his teeth, moaning at the taste of the younger man’s sweat, and when he neared the other man’s stomach, their mingled seed pooled on Sam’s flesh.

“So sweet…” Dean groaned, lapping it up greedily, while looking up at the younger man through hooded eyelashes, licking his lips.

When Dean began sucking on his tongue, Sam moaned at the sensation, it being more erotic than he would have thought such a simple act could be. He was a little started when Dean rolled them over and his body all but held Sam pinned, Dean’s flesh touching his in so many places and all those places still prickling from the orgasm. That Dean held him so helpless excited him in ways he had never felt before. His cock began to take notice and he whimpered when Dean pulled away from their kiss.

Dean’s lust-filled gaze brought a flush of red to Sam cheeks. Never had he had anyone look at him that way before. He had seen appreciation, he had seen love, but this was an almost feral look, one of desired possession. He had always been more of the aggressive one when it came to love-making, but for Dean he was willing to be possessed, he was willing to give Dean damned near anything he wanted, so long as Dean looked at him that way again. That look triggered feelings and reactions in him that he could barely comprehend.

A fresh shiver shot through him with Dean’s words. As Dean’s lips slowly kissed their way down his chest, he couldn’t do anything but watch and arch a little into those lips and those light delicious nips. Each moan Dean made Sam echoed. When Dean reached his stomach, the feel of Dean’s wet tongue was almost painful, he was so sensitized. Dean watching him made his heart jump. His member, all but flaccid, began to fill again as Dean licked him and told Sam how sweet he tasted. Those eyes, those dangerous, beautiful green eyes...

Dean’s skillful tongue swirled around his stomach and darted in and out of his navel, almost like he was fucking it. Dean mouth, so very close to his cock, made him groan. Barely done spilling its seed it, still it ached anew for attention.

Dean’s tongue left fire in its wake, fire turned chill when air touched the wet skin. While the air stole away the physical heat, Sam’s pleasure flared into a firestorm of desire that bordered on pain. He hadn’t thought he could actually go another round with Dean, but his body now told him otherwise.

“Fuck me, again, Dean,” Sam begged as he writhed under Dean’s attention, twining Dean’s short locks in his fingers.

Dean lifted his head at Sam’s request, looking at the younger man with a bit of surprise before he smiled and chuckled softly. The sound not mocking or cruel, but warm and a little amused as the elder man pressed one last kiss to the quivering muscles of Sam’s stomach before he pushed himself up to kneel between the younger man’s spread legs.

He looked down at Sam with an almost thoughtful expression as his hand’s settled warmly on the other man’s thighs. Running his fingertips up and down the soft skin while he drank in the sight of the beautiful young man laid out before him. Sometimes sliding his palms along Sam’s inner thighs, so light his touch was almost tickling, though for the moment he avoided touching Sam’s reawakening arousal.

“Sam…” Dean almost sighed the name as his fingers lightly trailed up the younger man’s stomach, his chains dragging along the same path making him pause for a moment before he continued. “I haven’t fucked you. Yet.”

Dean’s lips quirked a little as his eyes locked with the younger man’s as he pointed out that little detail.

“But I can. If you want me to.”

Sam liked Dean’s chuckle. He liked the sincerity and warmth. The next kiss to his stomach was firm and final. Seeing Dean kneeling as he was between his legs, Sam almost sighed, more than ready to have those sensual lips and that hot sweet mouth around his shaft. He drank in the muscular bare chest and six pack abs. He licked his lips at the thought of sucking on those nipples and having Dean writhe beneath him.

When Dean teased him with his bare touches along his thighs, Sam groaned. He ached to be touched again. He wanted to fuck Dean’s hand or his mouth. Anything. Anything so long as it was Dean.

The scorch of Dean’s touch as they returned to the recent area of such intense attention was countered by the cold chains, the icy metal making Sam’s stomach muscles jerk away from them. Why, if Dean was the one in shackles, did Sam feel as if he were the one imprisoned?

Sam stared at Dean’s denial. If Dean hadn’t just fucked him, what the hell had he done? He had given him a excruciating hand job, all but fucked his mouth, his navel and, when they had been pressed so closely together, their members sliding past one another—what the hell else would it be called but fucking? Ballroom dancing?

His brow furrowed and he looked at Dean quizzically. Dean looked prepped for the blow job Sam ached for, but he had a feeling that wasn’t what Dean was implying. He wasn’t really sure what Dean meant and chewed on his lip a moment, considering. He knew he wasn’t thinking clearly and at a different time it would probably be obvious, but all could think about now was how much he needed Dean to take his thickening member in his hand or mouth and bring him to his peak again. He felt a momentary pang of guilt. It really ought to be Dean’s turn to be fucked.

Whatever Dean’s intention, he trusted Dean, and trusted that it would be as pleasurable as the last time. He gave a slow, hesitant nod, not quite sure what to expect.

Sam’s confusion regarding his offer was endearing, there was no other word for it. At first Dean couldn’t believe anyone could possibly be so innocent, naive, at least not at the younger man’s age. But then again, Sam had not lived in the same world as Dean had. He had seen glimpses of it, but not experienced it firsthand. Had not been at the whim of the desires of others for most of his life…

He’d been all but expecting Sam to refuse, or at least ask what it was Dean really wanted, but the elder man was surprised when Sam did neither. Merely nodding, even though his eyes were still unsure. Trusting, giving himself over to whatever Dean wanted…

Dean honestly didn’t know what to think, what to feel, about that. That level of misplaced trust, in him. A part of him almost wanted to yell at the younger man for being so damned foolish. Didn’t Sam have any idea how much he could hurt him right now? How much he could have hurt him all along, the only reason Dean hadn’t was because of the same chains that still laid cold across the younger man’s bare skin.

No, not the only reason, Dean knew he was lying to himself but it was a lie he needed to tell because he wasn’t ready to face the truth yet. Maybe not ever. Already his world had been torn down to its very foundations, he didn’t have the strength to crush it to dust as well.

Dean closed his eyes and forced such thoughts away. Refused to think. That was easier. Just feel. When he opened his eyes again he smiled down at the younger man with a tenderness he’d never shown anyone as he leaned over Sam, letting his hand slide up the length of the younger man’s body, to kiss him softly. Tasting Sam’s lips slowly and deliberately before pulling back and pushing himself up once more.

“Just relax. I won’t hurt you.” Dean promised as he scooted himself back down, reaching down to grasp the waistband of the younger man’s jeans and shorts and easing them off Sam’s legs completely. Kissing his way back up the younger man’s inner thigh starting from his knee, pushing Sam’s knees up and his legs apart to give him the greatest access to all of him, as he dragged his tongue up the length of the younger man’s shaft now resting firm and hard against his stomach. Flicking his tongue around the head and slit, savoring Sam’s taste, before moving lower again. Sucking briefly at the younger man’s sack before letting his tongue trail even lower, between his cheeks where he wanted to taste Sam the most, his most intimate place.

Sam sensed, rather than saw the surprise in Dean. He wondered if he should be worried about that. If Dean was surprised he had accepted his offer…maybe that was bad? Still, he trusted Dean. If Dean had wanted to hurt him, Sam had given him plenty of chances. Just being close enough for Dean to wrap the chains around his neck was only the first of many examples. The way he was exposed now…hell he was at Dean’s mercy at this point, in all too many ways. He supposed one logical reason Dean hadn’t taken advantage of Sam’s apparent foolishness is that it would gain him little. If Bobby or Jim came back and found him hurt or dead, Dean was toast. Sam had no doubt that Bobby would use Dean as his guinea pig at that point and Dean surely knew that as well. He wanted—and hoped—there were other reasons at this point that Dean had not hurt him. Having sex with Dean was not the way he had at all planned to reach his brother and bring him back to them but, and Sam almost laughed at the ridiculousness of it, whatever worked. Sam certainly didn’t mind it, and neither did Dean, apparently.

The tender smile Dean suddenly gave him erased all doubt in him. That kind, sweet smile made Sam’s heart clench. It seemed so out of place on Dean’s face. Dean’s life had done anything but foster that sort of emotion and Sam wouldn’t be surprised to learn that he was the only one to ever show Dean any sort of compassion. That smile, he knew in the depths of his soul, was genuine. He glanced down at Dean’s hand sliding up his body and looked up to find Dean leaning in for a kiss. Sam kissed him back with equal deliberation. Damn was Dean a good kisser. He tasted the mix of their seed in Dean’s mouth and tried to steal that taste for himself. It, mixed with Dean, was delicious. He sighed in mild frustration when Dean once again pulled away.

Dean’s words of reassurance confused him. If he didn’t trust Dean not to hurt him, he wouldn’t be like this before him in the first place. He watched as Dean pulled his pants off the rest of the way, giving Sam a slightly more vulnerable feeling. And that was just fucking stupid. Pants on up to his knees but otherwise naked? How much more vulnerable could one get? As Dean kissed Sam’s thighs, Sam began to relax back. His arousal was still firm, but Dean was once more working his mouth in that direction and soon Sam would have what he wanted.

He let Dean spread his legs and lift his knees, a position he would put Jessica in for fellagio. He groaned as Dean’s tongue ran up his hard cock and sampled his slit, Sam digging his fingers into the mattress. When Dean sucked on his balls, Sam groaned even louder. It felt so damned good…and then Dean went lower. What the fuck?

Dean’s hot tongue slid down, between his cheeks, and found his hole. Sam clenched instinctively, startled by the invasion.

When Dean felt Sam’s thigh muscles tense beneath his hands, the younger man obviously no longer as relaxed and willing as he had been a moment ago, he stopped what he was doing. Lifting his head and looking at Sam with an almost worried expression. Maybe he had pushed too far? Maybe he should have told the younger man what he was doing before he did it and possibly scared him…

Dean was surprised just how much the idea of Sam’s trust meant to him, now that he worried he might have just damaged it. The elder man gently massaged the younger man’s thighs, as one might try to calm a skittish horse. Quickly considering what he should do. Should he continue as though nothing had happened, hoping Sam would relax as he got used to the new sensations? Or should he move back something ‘safer’, a blow job, hand job, or something else Sam was obviously used to?

But he wanted this, badly. Wanted to show the younger man how good it could feel, and he was sure Sam would want it too once he realized there was nothing to be afraid of.

“I won’t do anything you don’t want. If you tell me to stop, I will.” Dean offered, hoping that promise would help reassure the younger man. Letting his thumb slip between the firm round globes of his ass to lightly circle and tease over Sam’s sensitive hole. “It will feel good, I promise.”

As soon as Sam had jumped, Dean stopped. His concerned expression immediately eased Sam’s freak-out factor. Still, Sam’s mind raced at the implication of just where Dean’s tongue had gone and where… obviously… what… obviously… Dean had meant when he said Sam hadn’t yet been fucked.

Hell, no, he’d never had anyone stick their dick up his ass! Dean was the first guy he had ever slept with!

Dean’s hands rubbed his thighs gently, reassuringly, and Sam’s panicked breathing slowed a bit more. Dean’s worry seemed to deepen, perhaps concerned he offended Sam. Well… it just… surprised him. He wasn’t offended, he just wasn’t sure he really wanted to do that. And Dean’s cock was anything but on the small size. He wasn’t sure Dean could fit inside him without hurting at least one of them.

He guessed when guys had anal sex, the one on the receiving end did it because the other one needed a hot wet place to substitute for a woman. He had felt guilty that he was begging Dean to screw him again without offering to give Dean some pleasure first. Dean’s eyes reflected how badly he wanted this even though he said he would stop if Sam asked him to. He felt Dean’s thumb circle and lightly probe him as Dean promised him how good it would feel. Yeah, feel good for whom?

Okay, Dean wanted this. He wasn’t really comfortable with going there so would he be able to relax enough for Dean to push his cock up his ass? Doubtful. If he didn’t do it now, he wasn’t sure he would ever be able to because it would roll around in his mind and get worse and worse until he all but hyperventilated over it. He’d never be able to have sex with Dean again without worrying Dean would ask for this. There was only one solution.

“Let me up, Dean,” Sam said softly.

Crestfallen was the only way to describe Dean’s look as he backed away from Sam, doing as Sam had asked. Dean wouldn’t even look at him. Sam got to his feet, wincing as his abandoned arousal sent out little sharp jabs of complaint. He walked over to the first aid kit and rummaged through it, finally finding what he wanted. Returning to the mattress, he knelt beside Dean, taking Dean’s hand and turning it palm side up. He laid a tube of KY jelly in it.

“This…kind of scares me, okay? But I’ll try. For you.” He cupped Dean’s face and planted a simple kiss on Dean’s lips. “Just, uh, goes easy on me okay? I…don’t know how well I’m going to relax but the KY should help if I can’t. Okay?”

Disappointment didn’t quite cover what Dean felt when Sam ordered him to get off of him. In fact, he felt almost the same as when his father would look at him in a certain way, and Dean could see it in his eyes, knew he’d disappointed or angered him, and knew he would be beaten severely for it. Except this felt almost worse, because more than fear, he felt… hurt. On this inside, something he thought he was long immune from, and he hated the feeling. Physical pain he knew how to deal with. Not this.

Looking away as he climbed off the younger man and Sam got up, Dean felt his heart clench. Angry at himself, and angry at Sam at the same time. Because even if he didn’t think Sam would actually beat him over this, the younger man was certainly punishing him and didn’t understand why. Sam was seriously overreacting. If he didn’t want Dean to fuck him, all he had to do was say so. He said he wouldn’t do anything he didn’t want. They could still do other things. What they’d done before. Sam didn’t have to run away from him like this… leave him…

Dean wasn’t looking, wasn’t even listening really, to whatever Sam was doing, so he was a little surprised when he felt the mattress dip beside him. Looking up a little startled at the younger man when Sam placed the tube in his hand.

Guilt hit him then, at the same time he felt relieved and infinite affection towards Sam and it was a strange combination of feelings he’d never quite felt before. Now who was the one overreacting? He chastised himself, even as he mirrored Sam’s touch to his cheek and kissed the younger man tenderly. Trying to ease the other man’s admitted fears.

“I’ll help you.” He whispered softly in between tasting Sam’s lips, gently easing the younger man back down to the mattress slowly, never breaking the kiss. He didn’t stop kissing and touching the younger man slowly and deeply, running his fingertips lightly up and down his body, until he felt Sam’s body start to relax a little under his hands.

“I’m going to make you feel so good.” Dean promised again as he started to work his way, brushing his lips, down Sam’s body. His hands preceding his mouth as he ran his palms down the younger man’s chest, paying special attention to Sam’s nipples with his lips and tongue while his hands slid around to caress his back, buttocks, and thighs. Working his way carefully back down to where he’d been. Satisfied to see that Sam was still hard as he teased his tongue along that hot length of flesh, sucking at his tip while he fondled the younger man’s balls. Swearing to himself he’d go as slow as he had to. Spend hours if he had to teasing and opening up Sam’s body for him, and he wouldn’t go any further until the younger man was begging for his cock.

Looking up at the younger man with lust filled eyes he gently eased Sam’s knees up, exposing the younger man to him once more and Dean groaned in pleasure. Pressing a gentle kiss to the younger man’s inner thigh as he carefully parted Sam’s cheeks. Licking his lips before he touched his tongue once more to the younger man’s hot quivering hole with an almost exaggerated slowness. Licking around the tender puckered flesh, teasing Sam with the barest touches, for a small eternity before he allowed his tongue to probe deeper.

Sam couldn’t ever recall being treated so…preciously. Dean kissed him as if he loved Sam more than anything. The way he kissed him so gently, treated him so gingerly. Dean’s hands caressed him lightly everywhere. Unlike before when Sam had only felt hot flames where Dean touched him, now it was soothing warmth. The younger man wasn’t sure that he had ever shown Jessica as much love as Dean showed him now. He couldn’t help but relax under Dean’s touch, kissing him back as tenderly as Dean kissed him.

It was still hard for him to believe that breeching him in the way Dean intended would feel good, no matter what the man said. The soft kisses Dean rained down on him made Sam realize it didn’t matter how much it might hurt or embarrass him. Dean wanted this so very badly, Sam began to want it too. He wanted to give this gift to Dean. Even if this were the only time he ever worked up the nerve to do it, he would gladly do it now. He knew too, that if he didn’t enjoy it, the next time Dean wanted it he could tell Dean “no” and Dean would forgive him because at least he had tried.

Although his arousal had begun to fade, Dean’s determined attention on Sam nipples quickly had him moaning and his cock hardening. That wet mouth sucking, that strong tongue circling drove his own hands to rub his lover’s back more intently and his fingers drifted up to run through Dean’s still sweat soaked hair. Between the caresses and that sinful mouth, electricity began to spark within him. Dean was giving him absolutely everything he had to give making Sam sighed with contentment. Dean was his and he was Dean’s, even if only for this moment in time.

When Dean reached his firm cock and licked and sucked it as his fingers massaged his sack Sam groaned louder making sounds every time Dean sucked on him and toyed with his slit. Sam enjoyed watching the elder man’s obviously pleasure in the acts and hearing the way Dean moaned, those noises heightening his own pleasure. It felt so very good, and his member grew that much harder under Dean’s ministrations. The man’s promising touches on his sack occasionally drifted a bit down his crack, toward the hole that Dean so wanted to invade. The unadulterated hungry look on Dean’s face made Sam firmer still. He saw that almost feral look return to the elder man’s face that made him so hot with the desire to be possessed.

Sam let Dean return him to the position he was in when he had…freaked out. Dean’s soft groan brought a smile to Sam’s lips. Dean was obviously as aroused by the sight as Sam would be at seeing Jessica’s hot and ready pussy waiting and begging to be licked and nuzzled. He jumped only a little this time as Dean spread him wide and tongued his hole. He tried to make himself relax and Dean’s slow and careful efforts and continual reassuring touches helped until he closed his eyes and admittedly began to enjoy the hot muscular nub investigating his ass. When Dean pushed a bit deeper with his tongue Sam felt a little shiver go through him. He clenched a little, but this time it was matched by a pleasure filled moan. It felt good. It felt damned good and he relaxed again, surprised to find he wanted more.

“Deeper,” Sam moaned as Dean teased his hole.

Dean easily felt when Sam started to truly accept the invasion of his tongue. The way Sam’s body relaxed and hearing the soft moan of pleasure his efforts pulled from the younger man made Dean’s cock twitch and he moaned in turn. Eagerly he gave Sam what he’d asked for, letting his tongue play around the outside of that tight ring of flesh, teasing Sam until he felt it relax, and then pushing his tongue deeper. Moaning as he licked and fucked the younger man with his tongue, pulling it out to tease again before plunging deep into Sam’s heat again.

He played with the younger man that way until he had to grip Sam’s thighs almost tight enough to leave bruises to keep him from squirming too much. Even though he loved the way Sam pushed up against his face, eager for his tongue, Dean drew way. Licking up the length of the younger man’s leaking cock and lapping up the trail of come that had pooled on Sam’s stomach.

Dean planted one last kiss to the swollen tip before he sat up on his knees between the younger man’s knees. Letting Sam see everything he was doing so he wouldn’t be startled, he picked up the tube of lube, opened it, and squeezed out a generous amount onto his fingers. Warming it between his hands before he reached down to grasp the younger man’s cock.

“Easy. Just relax.” Dean encouraged as he stroked up and down the heavy length of flesh with his slick fingers to help distract Sam from the discomfort of being breeched for the first time as his other hand slid down between his soft cheeks. Spreading the lube liberally around the outside of the younger man’s hole, teasing Sam on the outside as he had with his tongue, before gently easing one slick finger slowly inside of him.

Sam couldn’t believe the way Dean’s tongue sent ripple after ripple of electricity through him. It was hard to relax, his asshole puckering at the tasting and teasing heat of Dean’s tongue. When he finally really got use to the sensations his tension eased and, as if Dean sensed it, Dean drove his tongue in deeper. Sam’s cock jumped at the deeper intrusion and he could feel the pre-come leaking from his slit. Dean’s tongue nudged and licked and plunged and pulled out until Sam began to gasp and pant. Holy fuck. Was this what fellagio was like for women? He couldn’t help but writhe under Dean’s skillful workings, unintentionally pushing his ass against Dean, wanting more.

And then the tongue was gone. “Fuck, Dean…Jesus, don’t stop…” he panted. He wriggled, his ass searching to a return of the new sensations he was enjoying.

That mouth that had been driving Sam nuts went to his cock and Sam couldn’t stop the loud moan from escaping him. He was so freaking hard it hurt. Dean’s tongue running over the warm liquid on his stomach had Sam thrashing, his body on overload from the stimulation. The pleasure was reaching the pain threshold. Dean kissed the end of his cock and Sam managed to catch his breath but he felt like his eyes were crossing as all his sensitive areas sent out little shocks of demand, wanting attention. Occasional shivers washed over him.

He watched as Dean dug into the KY lube. Trepidation still filled him, even though the tonguing had reached beyond any of his expectations. Which wasn’t hard since he didn’t think it was going to be anything even approaching enjoyable. At best he figured indifference on his part would be the result. It wasn’t quite as worthy as a good blow job, but it sure as hell wasn’t bad.

Sam eyed Dean somewhat cautiously as Dean warmed up the lube. Was this where Dean worked his dick into Sam’s ass? A tongue was one thing but Dean’s cock was as big as his own! He threw his head back making unintelligible noises of pleasure when Dean began running those lubed fingers up and down his shaft. With that sudden explosion of pleasure Dean could have rammed a baseball bat up his ass at that moment and he didn’t think he would even notice. He barely noticed the finger that slathered lube around his hole.

The start of the entry of Dean’s slick finger tickled his attention and he felt Dean slowly force that finger into the sphincter. It hurt a little, it burned a little, but once it was past the sphincter and inside of him the burning eased and the pain was outweighed by the way it felt better than he could have imagined. He wriggled, making the finger go deeper. He liked it, he decided, once he began to get used to it being there, though those thoughts were more just feelings washing through him as Dean continued to stroke him and occasionally bend down and suck on his crown.

When Dean began to work his finger in and out of Sam’s hole, surely simulating what he planned to do with his cock once it was in Sam, Sam tightened a little around Dean’s finger. He wasn’t sure if he did it because he didn’t want that finger to leave or if it was just carnal desire driving him to do it out of instinct. Dean watched him lustfully and he suddenly felt a second finger slide into him. He inhaled a little. Again the pain, again the burn, and this time a little stronger, but while Dean continued to stroke him and pump those fingers in and out of his ass, the pain was easily disappearing into the pleasure.

Dean smiled, pleased at the way Sam was accepting him inside of his body. Easier than Dean had been expecting. Soon he was pushing a second slick finger past the younger man’s tight ring of muscles into the exquisite heat of his body. Of course he made sure to keep up his attention to Sam’s cock. Stroking the younger man’s flesh just enough to keep him highly aroused without pushing him over the edge. Not wanting Sam to come again until Dean had at least three fingers inside of him, or better yet, his cock, wanting the younger man to equate that pleasure to the internal stimulation.

Maybe that was a little manipulative, but Dean desperately wanted Sam to enjoy what he was about to do. Enough that the younger man would let him do it again, if they ever had the opportunity. Chances were they probably wouldn’t, and if that was the case, he still wanted this to be as pleasurable as an experience as he could make it for Sam.

As Dean slowly fucked the younger man with his fingers, circling and spreading them a little inside to help relax the tight muscles, the elder man’s cock ached just imagining the feel of Sam’s tight heat wrapped around him. It was near torture, but if there was one thing Dean was used to, besides torture, it was denying his own desires while he gave pleasure to others. Though admittedly he’d never taken as much enjoyment doing so as he did now. Just watching Sam lost in the throes of passion, his face flushed, his strong muscular body damp with a sheen sweat, squirming and moaning every time Dean touched him.

“So damn beautiful…” Dean groaned when he felt the younger man’s inner muscles tighten around his fingers. Smiling as he stroked Sam a little bit deeper inside, curling his fingers just right in reward. Giving the younger man a little taste of the intense pleasure Dean was prepared to give him once his cock was deep inside of him.

“You like that, Sammy?” The elder man asked as he drew his fingers out just a little, picking up the tube again and squeezing a bit more onto his fingers inside Sam’s tight hole. Pushing the extra lube along with a third finger back inside of the younger man and rubbing them again against that tight bundle of nerves to ease the burn he knew Sam would feel being stretched so wide for the first time.

If Sam had anything approaching a coherent thought, he would probably be hysterically laughing at himself. He was completely freaked at the thought of Dean’s cock entering him while at the same time he was beginning to enjoy this whole anal sex thing. He was being fucked front and rear and he was writhing around like this was the best god-damned sex he had ever had. And maybe it was. No doubt the first orgasm contributed to his heightened sensitivity, but even so, it didn’t change that it was good. Dean’s lubed hand stroking him kept him hard but hadn’t pushed him far enough to let him come. He was really beginning to hate, while at the same time love, Dean’s tendency to go slowly. It was exquisite torture.

He felt the two fingers scissoring and his sphincter rebelled a little at being stretched in that way. Even amid the pleasure, it was uncomfortable. He clenched down a little wanting Dean to just keep finger fucking him. When Dean’s fingers curled inside him, his breath hitched at the shiver driven through him. His eyes widened. That was positively evil.

Any effort to respond to the elder man was lost in his soft keen as the shiver shook him. When he felt the third finger breach him, he winced a little and squirmed. The wriggle only stimulated his needy cock. His hand went to Dean’s shoulder and he squeezed his eyes tight, caught between the pain and pleasure. If he was going to have three fingers in him, he would rather just go all the way.

“Do it,” Sam gasped. “In me. Now.”

Dean had barely pushed his fingers all the way into the younger man when Sam asked, more like demanded, that he ‘do it’ and while there was nothing he wanted more than to feel that exquisite tight heat wrapped around his cock he hesitated. Sam was still so damn tight around his fingers as they thrust slowly in and out of him. Even though he’d relaxed enough to take them Dean knew he wouldn’t be able to replace them with his dick without causing the younger man a lot of discomfort. The elder man knew there couldn’t be a complete absence of pain the first time, but he’d hoped to minimize it as much as possible. At the same time, he didn’t know how much longer Sam, or himself for that matter, was going to be able to wait.

Coming to a decision Dean nodded and carefully withdrew his fingers, letting go of Sam’s cock with one final stroke as he picked up the tube of lube once again. Giving them both time to relax and come back a little from the intensity of his pleasure, he took his time spreading the slick substance all over his cock, groaning and letting his head fall back as he stroked himself slowly, letting Sam watch.

Unable to wait any longer Dean grabbed one of the blankets they’d tossed aside earlier and bunched it up, urging Sam to lift up a little, he put it underneath the younger man’s back. He knew it probably would have been easier if he had Sam roll over onto his stomach or on his hands and knees, but he wanted to be able to see the younger man’s face and he had a feeling Sam wanted that too.

“Hold your knees.” Dean ordered gently after he pushed the younger man’s legs up into position, taking a moment to savor the sight of Sam so exposed and ready for him, running his hands possessively along the younger man’s thighs as he positioned himself between them. The head of his cock nudging lightly at Sam’s slick hole.

“Relax. Don’t fight it or clench up, it will just make it uncomfortable for both of us.” He said, running his hands reassuringly over Sam’s beautiful body again before he steadied himself. Never looking away from Sam’s eyes as he slowly began to push inside.

He opened his eyes when he felt Dean’s fingers leave him and let go of his impossibly hard member. He wasn’t surely if it was relief or agony that made him tremble. He saw that Dean was preparing himself to do just what Sam asked. Sam licked his lips as he watched Dean smear the lube up and down his own cock—his impossibly large, swollen, ready, huge cock that he was going to stick up Sam’s virgin ass. Sam was torn between feeling anxious and the unbelievable turn-on he was getting watching Dean stroke himself. He wondered briefly when he had crossed the line over into perversion in that such a thing utterly and completely aroused him when a few days ago he would have turned away in disgust. But it was Dean. His Dean that he was watching, and that made it feel right, perverted or not. He had done this to Dean and the thought that Dean had gotten so off on getting Sam off thrilled him.

Sam watched him curiously when Dean grabbed a blanket suddenly and wadded it up. Sam lifted up as Dean told him to, not really sure why this was needed, but trusting Dean to know best. His arousal was so heavy and painful at this point, he hoped Dean didn’t go the slow route again. He wanted…yeah, he wanted Dean in him. That was just a freaking weird thought, but it was undeniable. He wanted to feel Dean’s cock not just rub against him, but rub inside him just as Dean’s fingers had done. He knew he was a virgin as far as this went and he knew a virgin’s first time always hurt. At least for women it did and after having Dean’s fingers titillate his hole, he figured he wouldn’t be any different. Okay, so Dean’s cock was big. Really fucking big. If he relaxed it wouldn’t be nearly so uncomfortable. And if Dean’s fingers did such evil delicious things to him, he hoped Dean’s cock would do much much more.

Holding his knees he knew he should feel ridiculous or embarrassed but all he felt was anticipation. He felt Dean press up against his hole and heard Dean’s concerned words. No matter what, he would force himself to relax. Dean’s hands caressing him helped him cling to that thought. His hazel eyes stayed locked with Dean’s impossibly beautiful, lust-filled eyes and he knew the same lust was in his own.

He winced a little as Dean’s cock slowly entered him, stretching him impossibly wide. The burn was intense. He was suddenly glad Dean was going slowly. As much as he wanted Dean to just god-damned be inside him now, it burned like a son-of-bitch. Sam inhaled slowly trying to stay relaxed and meeting with some measure of success as Dean’s fullness pushed deeper. He felt an almost exhilarated triumph when Dean’s crown pass his sphincter and enter him. It was a really odd feeling, it was uncomfortable, but he just kept telling himself that Dean promised it would feel good. He nodded a little to Dean, urging him on. His hand drifted down to his own cock, wanting the stimulus to help distract him from the burning stretch, afraid he would start to tense otherwise. When he touched himself he groaned, embracing the mix of unbelievable pleasure and pain.

Fuck, he hadn’t expected it to be like this. To feel this good. Dean didn’t top often. Demons tended to get off on doing the fucking, not the other way around, but the few times he had topped he had enjoyed it immensely. Still, it had never felt quite like this. Sam’s virgin body gripped him as tight as vice despite the fact that he knew the younger man had remained mostly relaxed as Dean slowly pushed inside of him. Despite the fact that he’d used a generous amount of lube both inside the younger man and on his cock, Sam clung to him, all heat and velvet softness and it was absolutely incredible.

It was all Dean could do to hold back, not to simply plunge hard and deep into Sam in his eagerness to be inside of him. His muscles trembling slightly from the strain, but he did hold himself back. Unwilling to cause the younger man undue pain. Swearing he would go as slow as he needed to, take as long as he needed to fill Sam up inch by inch. He wanted this to be perfect. For both of them.

“That’s good. You’re doing good.” Dean encouraged as he ran his hands lovingly along the younger man’s sweat slicked thighs. Pushing just a little deeper and sighing softly when he felt the head of his shaft push past tight constricting muscles, knowing it would be much easier for them both from then on. Groaning softly as he watched the younger man’s fingers slide up and down his own cock, playing with himself and Dean used the distraction to slide a little more deeply into Sam.

“You feel so good. I’m almost there. You look so damn beautiful like this, taking my cock. I’m going to make you feel so good.” Dean kept up his whispered reassurances and promises, easing himself smoothly into Sam until he was finally seated balls deep into the younger man’s ass. With a groan he leaned forward, licking his way past Sam’s lips, giving the younger man a heated kiss while he waited a few moments for the other man to adjust to him.

Finally unable to hold back any longer Dean pulled away from the younger man’s lips with a moan. Gripping Sam’s hips he eased out of the other man’s body a fraction and pushed back in carefully with a groan of pleasure. Drawing out a little more the next time, his next thrust in not quite as slow, and angling his hips to make sure his cock rubbed across the other man’s prostate.

Stroking himself it was easier to embrace the shivers of pleasure coming from his cock than to acknowledge the harsh burn of Dean’s member feeling like it was going to split him in two. He knew Dean was going slowly, carefully, letting him get used to the feel of the fullness and he was grateful beyond measure.

Beautiful. He had never been called that by anyone but to hear Dean say it, it made him feel…special. Dean’s words helped him to stay relaxed, helped him to accept the discomfort. He wanted Dean to enjoy this even if it hurt him like a bitch. He felt Dean’s sack pressed up against his skin and that sent a dizzying wave of pleasure and relief through him. All of Dean was inside him now. He wondered if he was supposed to do something now to give Dean the most pleasure. He was stretched so wide he was certain if he clenched down it would probably be painful for the both of them. Dean had told him not to clench…

His thoughts were disrupted when Dean leaned in close and kissed him, Sam’s mouth opening immediately when Dean’s tongue tickled his lips. He took Dean’s tongue into his mouth and sucked on it, remember how good it felt when Dean had done the same for him. The kiss Dean gave him was hot and full of fire and for a moment Sam could almost forget Dean was fully buried inside him. He matched Dean’s moan when Dean broke that delicious kiss.

Dean’s callused hands held his hips and Sam felt Dean slowly begin to pull out. That wasn’t it was it? All that fuss just to get inside to pull out? Dean answered that by pushing himself back in, his sounds of pleasure making Sam smile. Well, of course that wasn’t it, Sam chastised himself. He was being stupid, his brain just lost in the sensations. Dean was going to fuck him, ride him, and he promised Sam it would feel so good for Sam. Sam didn’t care so long as it was good for Dean. When Dean pulled out a little more, Sam was still trying to figure out when all these great feelings were going to start. Dean thrust back inside of him a little more sharply.

That was when his brain short-circuited.

His eyes widened as a loud moan escaped him, and if he hadn’t involuntarily squeezed his own dick, he probably would have blown his wad.

“Holy fuck…” Sam groaned.

Men had a sweet spot. How was he as old as he was and didn’t know that? Because he had never ever remotely considered he wanted to be fucked by a man and while he had one gay friend, they never talked sex.

When Dean pulled out a little further yet and then plunged back in, his face one of beautiful ecstasy, Sam held his own cock tightly in anticipation of that sweet spot. He didn’t want to come yet, not until Dean was ready. It was killing him, but he wanted to wait. The sweet spot reverberated such pleasure that he didn’t care about the stretching or burning anymore. Dean began to pick up the pace and Sam couldn’t help but to start pushing back, driving Dean deeper if that were possible. He had never felt anything like this. Ever.

Dean couldn’t help but grin in satisfaction, Sam’s reaction to his dick rubbing against his prostate even better than he could have hoped for.

“Like that?” The elder man asked, chuckling warmly. Not really expecting an answer as he started an easy slow pace thrusting in and out of the younger man’s body gently, always making sure to hit that sweet bundle of nerves deep inside the other man every time he filled him.

It was perfect… so damn good… better than anything he’d ever felt in his life. He’d never fucked a complete virgin before, and the tightness around his cock was absolutely exquisite. But it was more than that. It was Sam. The beautiful boy who’d given him so much comfort during his life, and now gave him the ultimate pleasure.

Dean loved the beautiful expression of ecstasy on the younger man’s face. The way Sam’s breath hitched and his muscles tightened a little in anticipation every time Dean drove in. The way the younger man’s body clung to him as he pulled out, and then relaxed again to allow him back inside.

Dean groaned softly when the younger man began to push back against him, lifting his ass to allow him even deeper, and the elder man eagerly gave in to the silent plea, drawing his dick out almost completely before filling Sam up again with a quick thrust of his hips. Dean readjusted the younger man’s legs up over his shoulders as he picked up a faster pace, fucking the younger man deep and hard now that Sam’s body had adjusted to his cock filling him up.

“Sam… fuck… Sam…” The elder man moaned practically in pain, ignoring the way his body and various wounds protested the exertion he was now putting himself through because he didn’t give a damn about any of it. Just this, him and Sam, sharing this pleasure. So good. So damn good. As much as he wanted it to last Dean knew he was close from all the foreplay he’d done just to get them to this point, but at least he could feel Sam was right there with him. The way the younger man’s body trembled, the near constant moans of pleasure spilling from his lips.

“Don’t hold back.” Dean whispered, leaning in and kissing the younger man again as he pulled Sam’s hand away from his cock and replaced it with his own, stroking the younger man hard and sure in time with his thrusts. Groaning loud into his lover’s mouth as he buried himself as deeply as he could into Sam’s willing body. His cock pulsing and filling the younger man’s up with his thick hot seed.

Dean could have done anything to him at that point. Absolutely anything and he wouldn't have cared. It felt good beyond belief. Sam hardly noticed when Dean moved his legs. All he noticed was that Dean was steadily pumping, steadily increasing his pace and each time Dean pulled out he wanted to whimper at the emptiness and every time Dean filled him and rubbed that so sweet spot he saw stars. It was perfect, it was so god-damned perfect. The boy he had always cried for with no way to ease his pain he was finally able to give him pleasure. Maybe not the ultimate pleasure but one look at Dean's face told him it came pretty damned close, and he knew the same look was on his own and in his eyes.

The constant tapping of his prostate had him in throes. It burned, it set him on fire and it crossed over into such agonizing pleasure he could only murmur Dean's name over and over amid his sounds of ecstasy. When Dean pulled Sam's hand free of his own cock and took hold of it himself, beginning to pump and stroke in time with the fucking, Sam thought he was going to die from the overload. Dean's lips plastered themselves over Sam's and Sam wrapped his arms around Dean. Groaning, Dean thrust his tongue into Sam's mouth. Tongue fucked, hand fucked and butt fucked. Yes, there was no doubt. He was going to die from the sensations all raging away inside him.

Dean groaned loudly, shoving in deep and Sam felt his own balls react as he felt Dean coming. He screamed Dean's name into Dean's mouth as he came with Dean. If he thought he had come hard before, he didn't know what hard was. Arching, burying Dean as deeply as his shaft could possibly go, his cock fired stream after stream onto his and Dean's stomach and chest. He felt Dean's own come dribble out of his ass. He slid his legs off of Dean's shoulders as his cock throbbed and pulsed, fire running along his nerves and he moaned with each wave. Dean collapsed on top of him and he could feel Dean's cock continue to jerk and pulse, shaking Dean's body as Dean groaned with each pulse of his own. When Dean stirred after a few minutes and began to slowly pull out, Sam wrapped his legs around Dean's waist, locking his ankles.

"Don't you dare," Sam whispered into his ear and pulled Dean closer with his legs, pulling him fully back into him.

He ran his fingers through his own sweat and come, licked them clean, and gently, slowly kissed Dean. He shut his eyes, his lips still locked with Dean's, and felt himself begin to drift off into sleep.

Dean greedily swallowed down every sound of pleasure Sam made, moaning himself into the younger man's mouth feeling the hot splash of the younger man's come between them. Feeling Sam's already impossibly tight muscles around his cock constrict around him even more, making him jerk and groan in pleasure bordering on pain. It was almost too much, as they continued to move together, rubbing Sam's spent cock between them as he continued to thrust shallowly into that perfect body as wave after wave of aftershocks washed over them.

Finally stilling and he collapsed heavily on top of the younger man, panting against Sam's sweat slick skin as his body continued to shudder. He wasn't sure how long they laid locked together like that before Dean finally found the strength to move again. Beginning to ease himself out of Sam's body, he was surprised however when the younger man wrapped his legs tightly around his waist and pulled him back in. Surprised, but definitely not in a bad way.

Dean let himself relax comfortably, moaning deeply when Sam kissed him and he eagerly licked the taste of the younger man's come from every corner of his mouth. Savoring Sam's exquisite flavor before he gently broke their kiss. Smiling tenderly down at the younger man, when it seemed Sam was falling asleep, feeling quite pleased with himself having apparently fucked Sam into exhaustion.

Chucking softly he kissed the younger man's lips gently remaining locked together intimately for a long time, and fighting off his own exhaustion. Savoring the moment greedily for as long as possible until he finally eased his softened member out of Sam gently. Knowing the younger man was going to be sore as hell anyway and not wanting to add to that.

Rolling to his side Dean pulled the sleeping young man gently against his chest, not giving a flying fuck what a mess they both were covered in sweat and come. Grabbing a blanket he covered them both up with it and settled down next to the younger man. His arms wrapped tightly around Sam, Dean let himself drift off as well, sure he'd sleep better now than he ever had in his life.