Dean’s breathing grew heavier as the pressure on his neck increased, his brother’s wet soapy fingers running over his body soothing and arousing at the same time. He hissed softly between his teeth when he felt the younger man bite down and rake his nails across his back. His cock definitely taking interest now, beginning to fill slowly, and his hips thrust forward almost against his will seeking more stimulation.

He let Sam maneuver him any way his brother wished, another soft groan slipping free from his lips when the younger man’s lips left his neck and attached to his nipple instead. His neck tingled, and he knew that his brother had left a mark there. That knowledge combined with the playful tongue and mouth sucking at his chest while Sam’s fingers teased his hole had him moaning loudly and muttering his brother’s name breathlessly.

When Sam dropped to his knees Dean opened his eyes to stare down at the beautiful young man. Sam’s threat, or promise, and the sight of his brother on his knees before him, ready to take him into his mouth making his cock twitch and thicken even though he’d already come. Dean groaned even louder as the hot wet tongue sliding along his length, reaching out to run his hands over the younger man’s shoulders and up to caress through his brother’s wet hair tenderly.

“Please…” Dean begged softly without hesitation.

Sam grinned at Dean's needy plea. Oh no, he was not going to make this too easy. Dean was just lucky he had all but worn Sam out.

Sam ran his tongue up and down the slowly hardening shaft, occasionally wrapping his tongue around it as he did so. He watched Dean's face as he reached between his brother's legs and slid his finger up to the hole, playing around it as he licked Dean's cock. Shifting his other hand to the older man's groin he began fingering his brother's balls. Letting his tongue slide over the tip of Dean's dick, he flicked his tongue into the slit before going back to running his tongue and then his lips along the shaft, the sounds his brother making only encouraging his slow torture.

He began to press his soapy finger just slightly into Dean's hole, releasing the pressure each time before pushing through the tight ring of muscle. He switched positions of his hand and mouth, his mouth and tongue now nuzzling and sucking his brother's balls while his hand worked slowly along Dean's cock. He thumbed the slit and swirled the precome slowly around the crown before playing his fingers back down the member. Opening his mouth wide, he took both balls into this mouth and stroked them with his tongue as he gently sucked on them. His hand drifted from Dean's cock to his inner thigh and pushed his finger a little deeper into the man's hole. He wasn't going to give Dean what he wanted, what he needed, until he had to.

Dean groaned softly, his fingers tightening a little in Sam’s hair as his brother teased him slowly. Ignoring his pleading and taking his time, licking up and down his cock without taking him fully into that wet hot mouth the way he wanted. Not that ne could really complain because what Sam was doing to him felt so damned good.

He moaned softly when he felt his brother’s hands slide between his legs, fingering his hole and palming his balls, and Dean shifted his feet further apart to give his brother better access. Locking his knees so they wouldn’t give out on him as his brother expertly tortured him.

“Please…” Dean whispered and practically whimpered when he felt the younger man’s finger begin to breech his body. He relaxed his muscles with practiced ease, allowing Sam inside of him. He fought the urge to thrust his hips forward into his brother’s hand stroking his cock or back onto the finger penetrating him. Letting Sam set whatever pace he wanted.

His head fell back with a gasp as the younger man began sucking on his balls, the warm water washing over his head and shoulders and down his body almost like a caress in itself his body was so sensitized. Finally unable to stop himself he started trying to push back on his brother’s finger, trying to take more inside of him. Relaxing and tightening his muscles around the younger man’s finger exactly how he would around Sam’s cock when his brother finally fucked him. Fuck, he needed more…

“Please, Sam. More…

Feeling his brother's tight ring of muscle suddenly relax surprised Sam. Damn, he could barely do that and for his brother it was obviously second nature. There was no doubt in his mind his brother was extremely experienced but still, it amazed him. He pushed his finger in further as Dean pushed back against it. Stroking his brother's cock he felt how Dean practically milked his invading finger, relaxing and tightening. At that Sam's own cock began to take notice and he imagined Dean doing that around his own growing erection. Damn if his brother wasn't going to make him come a third time.

Dean's plea echoing his own earlier in the day pulled a little sympathy from him and he pushed a second finger inside that opening. He couldn't believe how it felt. So different from a woman but how erotically stimulating. He groan at the sensations and slowly released his brother's balls, sliding his mouth immediately over to his brother's shaft, sucking on the side of it and working his way up to the tip, licking at it with his tongue as he moved. He pumped his fingers in and out of his brother's hole slowly.

The sounds of pleasure coming from his brother encouraged Sam and, hoping he was going to hit the right spot, he curled his fingers to brush the prostate just as he went fully down on Dean's cock. He knew immediately that he had hit the right spot from the older man's reaction. He pushed in a third finger at that point, pushing in his fingers as he pulled his mouth off Dean's shaft, and sliding his fingers out as he took Dean back deeply into his mouth. He realized that just as he had been at Dean's mercy, Dean's body was at his and what ever pace he set was the one his brother would be forced to endure. Revenge was sweet…

Dean moaned louder when he felt Sam’s second finger slide up into him, eagerly pushing back on the larger intrusion. His fingers continued to slide through the younger man’s wet hair, though he didn’t try to control his brother in any way. No matter how much he wanted to guide Sam’s mouth back up to his aching cock.

“Sam…” He panted the younger man’s name as his brother began to work his lips and tongue up the side of his shaft. Then he shouted loudly when he felt Sam’s fingers curl inside of him. Dean’s fingers grasped uncontrollably tight in his brother’s soft wet hair for a moment before he forced himself to release the younger man for fear of hurting him. One of his hands tried to find purchase on the wet tiled wall to support himself, the other gripping the plastic shower curtain almost tight enough to tear it.

“Oh fuck… fuck… Sammy!” Dean moaned like he was in pain when the younger man pushed a third finger into his stretched hole, but he was feeling anything but pain right now. Sam’s fingers sliding in and out of his body, his brother’s hot lips moving up and down his cock in counterpoint, was nothing but pleasure. It was fucking amazing. But it wasn’t enough… he needed more…

“Please Sam… more… harder…” He whimpered, trying to force himself back on his brother’s thrusting fingers but he just didn’t have the stability right now. His knees were weak with pleasure and he had nothing to hold onto. Dean reached up, wrapping his hands around the shower faucet, the water rushing down his arms and shoulders and he moaned louder as he tilted his head back into the spray, holding his breath until his lungs burned.

He imagined his wrists held in shackles. The warmth dripping down his arms, shoulders, back, and chest not water but blood. The lash marks along his back still burning with pain even as the rest of his body was thrumming with pleasure. Hours. He hadn’t been allowed to come for hours. Even the pleasure was pain now. Almost as much punishment as the whip on his back had been. It was like they canceled each other out. Enhanced each other. He didn’t know which was which anymore. Pleasure or pain. He wanted it to end. He wanted more. It didn’t matter which at this point.

“Please… father please… more…” Dean begged without thinking.

Dean's pleas for more drove Sam to add his fourth finger, sliding them in and out harder as he began to pick up the pace. Every sound Dean made just made his own cock harder and he didn't doubt he would come probably right alongside Dean. His brother was trying to kill him. Okay, so he started this one, but still.

When Dean steadied himself with the shower head, the water cascading down Dean's chest rained over Sam and it felt so damned good and so damned right.

And then Dean begged one more time and Sam froze. Father? That demon bastard was the reason Dean was so…experienced? Sam felt the fury try to erupt in him but he battened it down, he forced it to do what he wanted. Dean was his. Not that bastard's. His.

Dean had wanted him inside him. The one place he hadn't been to claim as his own. The one place that demon bastard obviously had been. Sam wrapped his power around Dean, claiming him. He would not be a flare to draw their attention. He called to Dean's own power. He knew he had poor control so he let the tendrils of Dean's power blanket and control his own, keep it wrapped like a blanket, like a net around just them. Their powers were one. They were one. He soaped his own hard cock, watching hungrily as Dean thrust, obviously wanting Sam's mouth back on him, his fingers back inside him. He pulled Dean's arms down and turned him around.

"You're mine," Sam whispered into Dean's ear as he began pressing his cock against Dean's hole.

When the mouth and fingers suddenly left him Dean whimpered and begged pathetically for him not to stop. Please not to stop. He needed it so badly. He was so close… and then all of a sudden he felt the flare of power, of anger, and it snapped him out of the almost trance he’d unwillingly fallen into. The memory he hadn’t meant to recall, much less become trapped in, and Dean realized what he’d said, what he’d done…

No…

He remembered all too well what had happened the last time he had unthinkingly called Azazel “father” in front of Sam. How enraged the younger man had become. His fledgling powers feeding on that anger, practically consuming him. Fear erupted inside Dean, and he instinctively wrapped his own powers around the younger man, ready to try to contain Sam’s if he could to prevent his brother from losing control again. Not to mention practically giving off a signal flare to the demons that were looking for them where they were.

But Sam didn’t fight him like he had before. He felt his brother’s rage, his power, but it didn’t flare outwards, instead it wrapped around him, twining with his own powers much like it had before till he barely knew where he stopped and his brother began in… possession… ownership… yes… he belonged to Sam, only Sam…

Dean groaned softly, his need having not dissipated in the least, maybe only have grown stronger in fact and he watched his brother with pleading eyes as the younger man stood. He let Sam turn him around, positioning him however he liked, resting his hands on the wet tiled wall to brace himself. Knowing he was going to need it.

“Yes…” Dean whispered, tilting his head back to rest on Sam’s shoulder and pushing his hips back when he felt the head of his brother’s cock press against the entrance to his body. Dean relaxed his muscles completely, allowing the younger man inside of him. Wanting, needing, Sam inside of him. Filling him. Fucking him. Claiming him. Owning him. His brother, his lover, his master… “Sam…”

Dean's head falling back onto his shoulder drove Sam to run his hands possessively over his brother's muscular chest before dropping his hands to Dean's hips. Dean pushing against his cock sent a fresh pulse of blood to his already engorged member. He felt the muscle relax and Sam pushed in, groaning at the feel as his cock pushed through that relaxed ring of muscle. He made himself go slowly, just as his brother had done for him, but he could tell Dean didn't need the excruciatingly slow progress that he needed. Dean was much more stretched, much more ready to envelope him, and that only infuriated him more. Azazel had used his brother, had called himself 'father' and fucked him. Taken something that wasn't his right to take. A little voice in Sam's head reminded him that Dean was his brother, but Sam slapped that thought away. Dean was his friend and lover. They were brothers by blood, but blood only.

The further he pushed into Dean the more exquisite it felt.

"Dean…God, you feel so good," Sam groaned. When he was finally buried balls deep in his lover, he ran his hands everywhere over Dean, claiming every part he could reach as he nibbled at Dean's ear, flicking his tongue in. He reached down to Dean's cock and slowly stroked it. His anger still flowed in him but every sound his brother made sucked that anger away. Sam was inside Dean now. He held Dean in his hands. He nipped at Dean's jaw and when Dean turned his head he crushed his mouth against his brother's, pushing his tongue in deep. He possessed everything and he would keep it all. He stroked Dean's body with his power, trusting Dean to help guide him, stroking Dean's body as he stroked Dean's member. He pulled out of Dean a little and snapped his hips back in, burying himself deeply again.

Dean moaned long and low in his throat at the feeling of Sam’s hands caressing over his chest and the younger man’s cock slowly filling him up. He relaxed himself until his brother was completely inside of him and then tightened around the younger man, squeezing Sam’s dick within him tightly, and “good” didn’t even begin to describe how it felt. Amazing. Right. Perfect.

“Yes…” He whispered, sighing softly at the feeling of Sam’s hands moving over every inch of his skin possessively. His sounds of pleasure growing steadily louder as the younger man’s hand wrapped around his own hard and leaking flesh and began to stroke him, coaxing out more drops of precome that were almost immediately rinsed away by the warm water cascading over them both.

The feeling of Sam’s powers traveling over his body felt much like the water only more. It was reminiscent of when he and Sam had merely been ghosts to each other and all they had were those barely there touches, no warmth, just the slightest pressure, but it was so much more now. There was definitely warmth and Sam’s power caressing him was like an extension of his hands, his body, his cock inside him. Dean easily guided Sam’s powers, showing him how to touch him the way he wanted, around him, inside of him, and almost smirked at the thought that occurred to him.

He hadn’t thought that his first lesson to Sam in the use of his powers would go quite like this.

Dean turned his head and groaned in pleasure and need as the younger man thrust his tongue into his mouth. He sucked on his brother’s tongue as he squeezed around Sam’s cock and Sam’s hand on him and his power around him was driving him to the edge so fast he was almost dizzy with pleasure.

“Sam!” the elder man gasped sharply as his brother suddenly began to move, sliding out and back into him, and he eagerly pushed back onto Sam’s cock and then thrust into the younger man’s hand. Relaxing to let Sam inside him and then tightening again when his brother was buried deep. Practically milking the younger man’s cock as he begged, “Oh god, yes… fuck me… fuck me, Sam. So good… please…”

The way Dean tightened around him when he was buried inside made him groan, made his anger fade as pleasure replaced it. Dean was giving him complete ownership of himself. Sam wanted to cut any remaining tendrils of Azazel's claim on his brother, wanted to mark Dean's soul as his, but he didn't know how. If Dean's soul was his, he could bring Dean into the light with him, though he knew 'the light' wasn't exactly where he was right now. His anger, though eased, was still writhing inside of him and knew it would so long as Azazel still came between them and controlled any action or any memory Dean conjured up.

The way Dean guided his power, showed him how to wield it, he barely grasped. His power kept trying to escape his control so he surrendered it completely to the man. He was the tool but Dean was the master. He felt it as Dean picked it up, hefted it, and wrapped it fully around them. His skin prickled as Dean caressed him with it now, as it now invaded him the way he invaded Dean. It was amazing and he groaned with every stroke.

He pulled out of Dean's hole a little again and snapped back in, Dean clenching down on him again and sending waves of pleasure rippling through him. Dean thrust into his hand, then back against his cock each time Sam moved inside him. He could feel Dean, so sensitized from their earlier sex growing nearer and nearer to coming.

That wasn't going to happen. He wanted this drawn out. He didn't want to come himself yet because when that happened they would be separated soon after that and he was not ready to give this up. His hand he kept ready to wrap tightly around the base of Dean's thick cock to keep Dean from coming. He pumped into his brother hard a half dozen times then stopped, sucking on Dean's neck, biting his shoulder, then ever so slowly drew in and out. His brother's clenching and unclenching around him felt unbelievable and it took a lot not to just fuck Dean hard and fast. But that would come. Right now he did as Dean had done to him. Teased him with alternating fast and slow speeds, stopping now and again, sometimes inside him, sometimes outside him, devouring every groan, every word that begged him. He found the elder man's prostate with his crown and made small little movements back and forth over it as he thumbed the tip of Dean's cock, mimicking the rubbing he was doing to Dean inside, feeling their power brushing over him, inside of him, a reflection of the what he was doing to Dean and how he was making Dean feel.

Sam was playing with his body like an instrument. Every touch, caress, kiss pulling louder and louder sound of pleasure from him. Dean gasped as his brother thrust inside of him with quick snaps of his hips. He moaned almost in pain when Sam teased him as he had teased his brother early with only the head of his cock breeching him. He panted and groaned as Sam rubbed deep inside him over his prostate over and over and teased the tip of his shaft at the same time. He whined when he felt himself getting closer and closer to coming, but Sam wouldn’t let him.

When Sam stopped kissing him or fucking him, or when he clamped his hand tightly around the base of his cock to keep him from spilling his seed, it was sheer torture. Exactly the kind that he had given his brother earlier and it was exquisite. Who would have thought that the younger man was such a fast learner?

But it was nothing that Dean had not endured before, denying himself, so he was able to give Sam what he wanted. Refusing to let himself find his pleasure until the younger man gave him permission to.

He leaned forward, resting his forehead against the wet tile between his hands, groaning obscenely as he pushed his ass back against his brother’s thrusts. Whispering and moaning Sam’s name over and over. Denying his own pleasure and concentrating on giving Sam all he could. Not because he had to, because he wanted to.

Sam was panting and groaning with Dean. He knew he was reaching the point he just couldn't wait much longer. He still didn't want it to end but it had to. Especially seeing as how the hot water was beginning to grow a little less hot.

Burying himself deeply in Dean, he held himself there. Kissing Dean slowly he moaned into his brother's mouth as he took the time to feel everything, himself inside Dean with Dean clenched tightly around him, his hand holding that thick firm cock in his hand, his fingers slick with water and precome, his other hand holding Dean tightly against him, rock hard muscle beneath his touch, and his tongue tangling with his brother's. It was beyond anything Sam thought he would ever feel. It was lust, it was love, it was heaven.

Sam knew Dean was doing absolutely everything he could to make this perfect for Sam. As he had every time they made love, sacrificing his own desires, pushing aside any pain, just so Sam might be given that much more pleasure. He felt the dark anger in him fade and the golden touch of love replace those black tendrils of power.

Finally breaking their kiss Sam began to slowly pull out, then slowly push in, stroking Dean's cock in counterpoint as he had before. Each thrust was just a little faster, a little harder until he reached the speed he wanted, fucking Dean hard and fast, groaning his brother's name again and again. He felt the heat, felt his balls tighten and with a final deep thrust, felt his spunk fill his brother, his brother's name on his lips as the pleasure washed through him like the water that washed over them.

When Sam buried his big thick cock fully inside of him Dean couldn’t help but arch and moan at the exquisite feel of him. Turning his head at the younger man’s nuzzling and accepting the deep kiss his brother gave him greedily. Moaning loudly into the younger man’s mouth as their tongues danced together. Sam’s arms around him, holding him so tightly, holding his cock, and pulling him so tightly against his brother that not even the water raining down on them could come between them.

“Sam…” He whispered the younger man’s name almost in awe when Sam finally released his lips long enough for him to draw breath. Dean felt the change in his brother’s power, and it stunned him as much as the first time he felt it. He’d never seen anything like it, never felt anything like it. It was… beautiful… pure… like nearly everything about Sam.

He wouldn’t allow anything to tarnish this, to taint it, not Azazel, not anything. He was already tainted but he would never let the same thing happen to Sam. It was wrong. Even if he didn’t love Sam with all his heart he still knew it would be wrong. He wouldn’t allow anything to ever hurt Sam. He’d protect the younger man till his dying breath.

Finally Sam began moving inside of him again, Dean’s moans increasing in volume as his brother’s pace increased. Even though the younger man wasn’t gripping his cock to keep him from coming Dean still held back his release. Wanting to give pleasure to his brother first. Needing to.

“Sam!” He shouted the younger man’s name loudly when he finally felt the hot rush of Sam’s seed spill deeply inside of him. Coming right along with his brother, shuddering in the younger man’s arms, and barely able to keep his legs from giving out beneath him and sending them both crashing to the floor from the intensity of it all.

He felt his brother's orgasm even through his own, feeling it as Dean clenched around his spewing cock. He could feel Dean's steaming spunk coat the arm he had around Dean's waist and damned if that didn't send a fresh wave of pleasure through him. Sam gave small little thrusts with every pulse of ecstasy, his and Dean's aftershocks seeming to adjust until the pulses of pleasure were simultaneous, were one. Sam continued to milk Dean's cock as Dean's tight muscle milked his with every small thrust he made.

When the aftershocks finally stopped Sam was still panting heavily into Dean's ear and his whole body felt like jelly, like he could sleep for two days straight, but it had been worth it. He nuzzled Dean and as soon as Dean turned his head, he captured his brother's mouth, having to gasp frequently in between teasing Dean's mouth with his tongue just to get enough air. His heart was still pounding but was beginning to slow a little. Sam rocked his hips a little, thrusting a little, moving side to side a little, wishing he had the stamina and the ability to fuck Dean all over again. As it was, he didn't think he had come three times in one day so close together since he was sixteen or seventeen. Yeah, Cassandra Miller. She had been utterly amazing and had always been able to pull a third one out of him but she didn't hold a candle to the man he was now inside, the man he held tightly against his body.

When there was finally nothing left, nothing at all, Sam eased himself out of his brother, feeling his seed spill out and that was just so damned hot in a way he couldn't explain. Sam turned Dean around to face him, staring at that exquisite face that was still flushed, his breath still panting like Sam's own. His gaze drifted down the older man's body, some remains of Dean's spunk not yet washed away and he ran his fingers lightly through it, watching as the water rinsed it into the drain below. Dean's cock hung flaccid now, just like Sam's own. Sam ran his hand along Dean's side then returned his gaze to Dean's face.

"You are so damned beautiful, Dean. Everything about you is beautiful. Everything." Sam slid his arms under Dean's and pressed him back against the tile, kissing him passionately.

"I love you," Sam said when he finally broke their kiss.

Dean continued to moan as the pleasurable aftershocks continued to ripple through his body, encouraged by Sam’s continued gentle movements brushing deep inside of him, his brother’s hand on his cock, and the power that continued to swirl and caress around them. Though as the pleasure slowly began to fade from the heights it had been so did the power dissipate slowly.

He felt quite content where he was, pressed between the shower wall and the younger man’s firm body. His brother’s warm breath in his ear and the feeling of Sam’s pounding heartbeat against his back. His softening, but still thick, shaft buried snugly inside of him. He didn’t want to move, didn’t want it to end. And when he turned his head to meet the younger man’s lips with his own the slow, deep, sensual kisses they shared along with their breath was pure heaven.

Dean moaned and squeezed around his brother. One day soon he was going to have to make Sam hard this way while his brother was still buried inside of him. He would do it now, but he was afraid any more right now might just kill the younger man and he certainly didn’t want that.

Still he found his next moan as his brother carefully eased out of him tinged with complaint. However Sam more than made up for it when he turned him around to face his brother, looking at him like… he didn’t know, no one had ever looked at him that way except for Sam. He was glad that Sam found him beautiful. He was glad that he had pleased the younger man so much. He had never wanted to please anyone so much, not even his… Azazel…

Dean smiled into the next long slow kiss his brother gave him, and knew he was probably grinning like an idiot by Sam’s words when they parted.

“I love you.” He echoed, then his eyes turned a little mischievous. “I think your hunter friend knows how much I love you too.”

Sam groaned and buried his face in the crook of Dean's neck. Bobby definitely knew how much they loved each other at this point. The door between them and the rest of the house was anything but soundproof.

"You sure know how to kill a mood, Jerk," Sam said, lightly nipping at Dean's neck but still feeling the embarrassed flush to his face. How was he ever going to face the older hunter? That small voice in the back of his head asked the bigger question: how was he ever going to face his father? Quickly he buried that question and decided facing Bobby was the much preferred of the two to face.

Sam pushed back the shower curtain. He was so ready to just collapse, at least for a little while, but his stomach was reminding him it needed attention too. Stepping out, he picked up a towel and tossed it at his brother's face, knowing full well Dean's reflexes would surely keep it from smacking him upside the head. He decided after a moment that he was not going to teach his brother how to snap a wet towel. If his brother already knew, that was one thing, but he was not going to show him. He knew he would pay and pay often if he did.

He quickly dried himself off trying very hard not to be distracted by his brother's body. He was surprised how much he found he liked looking at Dean's chest and abs…and other parts. He recalled the times he had gone to Dean as Dean's dream boy. To find Dean naked wasn't uncommon and he blushed a little more to recall he had always found Dean desirable. He couldn't deny part of that was because he wanted to give Dean something to comfort him, to show Dean someone loved him. He also couldn't deny that there had been something more, something deeper. Maybe it was just their brotherly bond, but at this point he found it hard to imagine showing his love with just an innocent brotherly hug. If they had grown up together…he would give Dean up if he could turn back time and keep Dean at his side, keep him from ever being taken by Azazel, and have Dean as a brother instead of a lover. But since that wasn't going to happen, since that couldn't happen, then he would readily embrace their current relationship. He hoped someday Jim and Bobby and…his father…could deal. They were going to have to.

He began pulling on his clothes. "I'm starved. How about you?"

Dean couldn't help but laugh at Sam's reaction, calling him a jerk and feeling the heat of the younger man's face pressed against his neck. Maybe he was a jerk, but how easily he could make Sam blush with so little never failed to amuse him.

He honestly didn't understand why Sam cared so much when he said things like that. The older man already knew they were fucking after all. Bobby had also already seen them in a rather compromising position earlier. Dean had understood the reasons why Sam didn't want them to know before, back at the church when the hunters had believed him to be a threat to Sam. Then if the hunters had known he and Sam were fucking they probably would have killed him. Now? Not only did they not see him as a threat to Sam but they already knew they were fucking, so yes, it confused him why Sam still got so flustered over it, but amused him far more than it confused him.

Reluctantly Dean released the younger man from his embrace when Sam began to pull away from him. He watched Sam get out of the shower slowly, but not asking for help as he had getting in so he knew he must be feeling at least a little less sore than before. He was glad of that.

Dean laughed again as he caught the towel that Sam threw at him. He dried himself off more slowly than the younger man did. Well aware of how his brother's eyes kept flickering over to him and again it pleased him that Sam enjoyed looking at him so much. He enjoyed looking at Sam as well, and didn't bother to hide his appreciation as Sam finished drying himself off and pulled on some loose jeans. Unfortunately covering up that perfect ass, but that ass certainly looked good in jeans as well.

"I could eat." He agreed as he got out of the tub and walked over to his brother under the pretense of getting his own clothes to put on. Though when he got close enough he slipped his hand easily underneath the waistband of Sam's jeans and cupped the warm curve of his brother's ass in his palm. "I see you're feeling better now. We're going to have to practice more with that."

He meant of course how Sam's power had changed near the end probably ended up healing his brother of his earlier soreness.

Sam was pulling on his t-shirt when he felt Dean's hand slide down his jeans and squeeze his ass. He gave a small yelp, surprised.

"Three, Dude. We are so stopping at three. Three for me. Two for you. Tonight at least. I practically just woke up and I'm already ready to crash for a few hours," he said, his voice muffled behind his t-shirt as he finished pulling it down. "And yeah, I, um, I'm up to practicing that," he said suddenly all embarrassed again, thinking Dean meant him fucking Dean. Dammit what was with all the sudden turning red at the slightest thought? And he had really enjoyed being the one doing the fucking. Aside from the whole Azazel bit and …no, no, no he wasn't going there. He was happy, Dean was with him, Dean was happy, and there was food in the kitchen just waiting for two fucked out twenty something year olds to devour the way they had been devouring each other. Hopefully with a little less mess.

He picked up the t-shirt he had brought up for Dean and shook it open, handing it to him, regretting those beautiful muscles were going to be hidden behind cloth and really wishing he had thought to get clothes smaller rather than larger for Dean. A tight t-shirt on his brother? Mmmm, delicious. Three, he reminded himself. The thought of even trying to come again almost making him shudder. He figured he would be whimpering when he was only half hard. He realized abruptly that Dean was right, he was feeling better…his powers. He had healed himself again. He definitely needed to learn how to use those powers. Of course, if he kept healing himself, he wasn't entirely certain he would ever stop being sore every time he had sex with Dean.

Sam nudged his brother toward the door and gave him a swat on the butt. "Food. Beer. Out there."

Dean couldn’t help but chuckle softly at the sound of surprise the younger man made and squeezed his ass again for good measure before reluctantly removing his hand from Sam’s jeans. Perhaps he was feeling a little more pleased than he should about the younger man’s implication that Dean had worn him out already. But he supposed Sam was right. He didn’t want to kill the poor boy after all, so he should probably let Sam rest. Though after they’d rested, that was a whole different story. Just the thought of waking Sam up by wrapping his lips around his brother’s cock and working his fingers into his ass trying to coax a fourth orgasm out of the younger man had him grinning at Sam just a tad evilly. Yes, he was definitely going to have to keep that in mind for later.

The way his brother was looking at him now made him wonder if similar thoughts weren’t going through Sam’s mind at the same time. However before he could tease the younger man about it, Sam was handing him a shirt and all but pushing him out the door. Dean laughed again a little at the smack on his ass and managed to get the t-shirt on over his head before he stopped and turned around to face Sam in the doorway.

“Alright, but you better give me some pants too unless you really want Bobby to have a show.” He pointed out with an amused smirk.

Dean's smile told him that he better figure on another workout after he had gotten some rest. He was going to have to smack Dean upside the head with the fact that if Dean kept this pace up, he was always going to be too tired to start training. And if they kept making that sort of noise, Bobby might just toss them out on their ear. Maybe sex in the shower was a bad idea…

He glanced down and a fresh flush came to his face. "Uh, no, let's not give Bobby a show. He got enough of listening to us, I'm sure. Based upon the volume of the radio now, he definitely got an earful."

Sam grabbed the pair of jeans and shorts and handed them to his brother, trying to wait patiently while he put them on. His stomach was getting more and more insistent. As soon as Dean zipped up, Sam put his hands on Dean's hips and started walking him backwards toward the kitchen, grinning at him. As they passed the den and the source of the very loud radio, Sam yelled in, "Hey Bobby. Sorry for the noise."

Silently praying that Bobby wouldn't come out to talk to them, he turned Dean around so they could move to the kitchen faster. The smell of food—Bobby's meatloaf he thought—had his mouth fairly watering.

Dean had also noticed that the volume of the radio they’d heard from Bobby’s study earlier was much louder than before and he couldn’t help but chuckle again as he took his clothes from Sam and put them on. Sensing Sam’s growing impatience he didn’t waste any time and he was right since he barely had the chance to zip up his jeans before his brother was shoving him out the door.

He grinned at the younger man as he walked backwards, trusting Sam to lead him and keep him from knocking into anything. When Sam yelled as they passed by the older hunter’s study, that slightly evil amused glint returned to Dean’s eyes.

“It was all Sam’s idea!” He added before the younger man could shove him down the hallway.
Looking over his shoulder at his brother and laughing again at the expression on Sam’s face.

“You’re cute when you blush.” Dean teased as he finally broke away from the younger man and sat down at one of the chairs at the table, waiting for Sam to get the food. His own stomach grumbling a little now that he took the time to pay attention to it.

He was getting soft. If he could get hungry like this after only a few hours…

Sam was still blushing when they reached the kitchen. Now he really hoped Bobby didn't come out. He was the one who had started it, after all. Not like he could deny it. Well, he could, but he sucked at lying to Bobby. Always had. Not that his freaking blush wouldn't just give it all away.

Opening the door to the fridge he grabbed a couple beers and set them on the counter. A plate of meatloaf, mashed potatoes, and peas was already made up, with about twice the food…oh. Half of it was so he could give it to Dean. That was so fucked up.

He pulled off the aluminum foil and slid the overloaded plate in to the microwave then handed Dean a beer, twisting off the cap to his own and taking a long draught of it. He groaned when he heard movement in the other room.

Half a minute later Bobby walked in, crossing the old linoleum floor with a steady stride. He motioned Sam to move when he approached the counter. He reached into the cabinet above the counter and rummaged in it until he extracted a bottle of whiskey from it's messy depths.

"Keep it downstairs. You're acting like you're sixteen." He told them both, then turned a glare on Dean. "You're supposed to be teaching him control. Maybe the two of you ought to start showing some and get to work. No telling how much time we got." Bobby glanced back at Sam. "I'll need your list of supplies come morning. I'll make sure to get some KY for… the first aid kit, so you don't gotta put that on there."

"More sheets," Sam said after a moment of thought.

Bobby glared at him. "Son, I'm half drunk off my ass. You don't really 'xpect me to remember anything you tell me tonight, do you?"

"You'll remember everything I tell you. You could be fifteen sheets to the wind and still kick ass. I've seen you do it."

Bobby snorted. "Survival is one thing. A shopping list is something else."

Dean took the offered beer from Sam and twisted off the cap, taking a long pull from the cold bottle and sighed pleasantly. It was pretty good beer, not like some of the watered down piss he’d drank before. He had to admit, Bobby had pretty good taste. As he watched Sam stick the plate of food in the microwave, he had to admit, it smelled pretty good. Somehow he never would have pegged the grizzled old hunter as a decent cook, not that Dean was particularly picky, but still.

Hearing the older man walk in Dean turned his head slightly to look at Bobby and then back to Sam and couldn’t keep the smirk off his face at his brother’s definitely bright red complexion. Not that the older hunter acted like he noticed. In fact, aside from having Sam move the other man appeared as though he was going to ignore them completely.

Apparently not. Dean frowned a bit at the older man’s “scolding” but he couldn’t help being amused at the same time. The fact that he said anything about their activities at all meant that it had irritated the older man at the very least, and Dean couldn't help feeling pleased by that. Especially when it was so easy.

“See if you can find some cherry flavored. No wait, watermelon.” Dean piped in, completely unfazed by the hunter’s glare and grinning devilishly. “And I have been teaching him. Sam’s a quick learner, aren’t you, Sam?”

Bobby knew he was going to have to suck it up. The boys were going to have sex often and loudly apparently. Maybe he could find a god damned gallon of the shit. And let's not forget the embarrassment of buying a shitload of lube for the brothers. Jesus. Brothers. Earplugs, commercial grade. Yeah. And blinders. Big fucking blinders. He would add those to the list.

At Dean's retort asking for cherry and watermelon flavored, he stopped, went back to the cabinet and pulled out a half bottle of chocolate syrup and tossed it to Dean. "Go to town. I just don't wanna hear it. Told you that before."

He pointedly ignored Dean's final comment. One glance at Sam and he almost laughed. He didn't know anyone could even turn that shade of red. At least Sam had the decency to be embarrassed. The kid looked like he wanted to melt into the floor. It seemed Dean was telling the truth that it was Sam's idea. John was just going to shit over the whole damned messed up situation. Well, he decided, it wasn't his job to tell the man. Hell, he hoped he was still alive when this was over. Hoped both the boys were too. Them being lovers was trivial compared to the very likely outcome.

Sam felt his face flush redder when Dean asked for flavored—flavored!—lube. A faster learner. Yeah, he always had been but…!

"Um, thanks Bobby. We'll try to be quieter," Sam said apologetically.

"Just shut the door to the panic room," Bobby grumbled. "That ought to be enough. I'll see if I can't get stuff to upgrade that shower downstairs…" he muttered.

"Thanks for making up a plate for us."

"I cooked, you wash," Bobby said, waving a hand at the dishes in the sink and pans on the counter.

"Sure thing," Sam said, glad they were finally moving on to safer subjects. The microwave beeped, and Sam, grateful for the distraction, focused everything on stirring the food about to make sure it was hot clear through.

Giving one more glance at Dean, Bobby told him, "I'd still like some lessons in that demon language." With that said, Bobby ambled back to his den.

Sam busied himself with running water for the dishes and then pulled out silverware for them both. When the microwave chimed, he carried the hot plate over to the table using some pot holders, and then retrieved a plate for Dean. He split the meal equally between them, opened his beer and sat down, wasting no time in digging in.

Though Dean had been hoping for a “bigger” reaction from the older man he couldn’t help but grin slightly when Bobby threw him the bottle of chocolate syrup. He honestly didn’t care if the hunter picked them up some flavored lube like he asked, he had only been trying to get a rise out of him, but he could definitely think of many creative uses for the chocolate syrup Bobby definitely didn’t want to know about. He popped open the top of the bottle, squeezed a little of the chocolate onto his finger, and sucked it into his mouth. Oh yes, many uses.

Dean looked over to Sam as he pulled his finger out of his mouth with an almost obscene pop, but the suggestive look in his eyes was quickly replaced by amusement. If Sam turned any redder he’d be afraid that the younger man might just burst into flames, and that would be damned unfortunately.

Deciding he’d embarrassed his brother enough for the moment Dean remained quiet as the two hunters finished their discussion. Sam promised to be quiet… not if Dean could help it. The shower downstairs, that wasn’t such a bad idea considering after this convincing Sam to have sex again in the upstairs shower was going to take quite a bit of effort. Sam agreed to wash the dishes in the sink at the older hunter’s request. Dean rolled his eyes a little. Sam was such a good boy. Then surprisingly Bobby addressed him again, and here he thought Bobby would have much rather ignored his existence.

Teach Bobby how to speak the demons language… a day or two ago Dean would have laughed aloud and maybe even gutted the man where he stood for the sheer audacity of asking such an absurd request. Now… Dean wasn’t sure. To demons it would be considered an abomination to teach this meat suit the language of their god, Lucifer… and maybe that’s exactly why he should. Sam was his master now, not Azazel. If Sam wanted him to teach Bobby…

Thankfully the hunter didn’t seem to expect an answer now from him and left. Dean watched Sam moving around the kitchen then. Checking on their food, preparing to wash the dishes as he promised, and finally coming to the table with the food and giving Dean a portion. He waited for Sam to begin eating, and he followed suit. Though after a moment he paused and looked at his brother across the table.

“Do you want me to teach the hunter the demon language?” He asked.

Sam tried hard to ignore the bottle of chocolate syrup sitting on the table. He couldn't believe Bobby had actually given it to Dean. He flushed a little as his mind flashed on Dean drizzling the syrup over his chest and then licking it away and as he remembered Dean sucking on his chocolate covered finger. If he hadn't already come three times, his cock might be thinking about trying again. Dean could make him so hot with just simple little things. He refocused on his meal. Yeah, well…damn, Bobby didn't need to be giving Dean any ideas….but that meant Bobby was kind of dealing with it which pleased Sam. It would be a helluva lot less embarrassing since Bobby didn't seem to be getting pissy about it, other than to keep it downstairs. Even if he had, it wouldn't have mattered to Sam. We, it would have mattered, but it wouldn't change anything. And Bobby was really trying to show them both consideration about it. Sam wholeheartedly agreed with turning the shower downstairs into something more than a pathetic little stream of water. He enjoyed having sex with Dean in the shower, just like he figured he would. And cleanup was easy.

He looked up at his brother. "Bobby's a good hunter and a good scholar. It might help somewhere down the road. If you're willing to, then yeah. And you know, you can call him Bobby. Oh, save some room for dessert. There's an apple pie in the fridge. Probably some ice cream up in the freezer, too. You never had an ice cream shake before until I brought you one, had you? Have you ever had pie and ice cream?" Sam asked, suspecting he knew the answer.

Dean gave a slight nod when Sam confirmed that was what he wanted. Well, he didn’t say that exactly, he kind of hedged around it, telling him it might be “useful” in the future and how good a scholar Bobby was. Whatever, those things didn’t really matter to him. Sam could have simply said “yes” and he would have done it. What Sam wanted was all that mattered to Dean, and if the younger man wanted him to teach the older hunter then Dean would.

He went back to eating his food but when Sam asked him about the ice cream his brother had shared with him before and pie, he shook his head in a negative. No, he’d never had those things before. When he was a child of course he’d never been given those things, his food was normally very plain, if he ate it at all, or pretty disgusting if he was being punished. Though sometimes his father had fed him his scraps from his plate and that was a very rare honor.

After he had grown and had began going out into the world to do his father’s bidding he’d eaten more “normal” food he supposed. He usually stopped at diners or fast food restaurants occasionally. He had never been really picky about what he ordered from the menus, often asking for the special or picking anything at random. Deserts like ice cream and pie, he’d never even considered touching, maybe a part of him afraid that he would be punished for it if his father found out, so he’d never been tempted.

He knew what they were of course. Knew what a desert was, just like he knew what the chocolate syrup was. He just had never tasted for himself.

“And here I thought you were going to be the desert.” Dean teased, of course knowing Sam was far too spent to go another round with him any time soon but that didn’t mean he couldn’t leer.

Sam was pleased Dean was willing to teach Bobby, though he wished Dean would be more animated in casual conversation. It seemed like all they talked about was 'work' or sex. The silence, at some level sort of unnerved him. 'Dean the enemy' seemed to be lurking just below the surface. He knew Dean would never hurt him, but it reminded him that the man across the table from him wasn't just some guy he was in a relationship with. (And that was still just a little bizarre to think about.) Dean was someone raised by demons. Someone who…wanted to be a demon. He hoped his brother had put that goal aside. He surely had, right? He was staying with Sam. There was no way this was a trick, that in reality he was simply seducing Sam. This whole thing happened because they had been friends all their lives.

How frightening was it for Dean to renounce his 'father?' Had he really? If Azazel knocked on the door, would Dean be strong enough to stand by Sam instead of returning to be the attack dog of that bastard demon? Sam wasn't really sure. Dean had been under its thumb all his life. He was trained, and as part of that training taught to fear the demon with every fiber in his body. The scars readily attested to that. Was his love strong enough to stand up to his fear?

Dean's negative to having tasted ice cream and dessert before yanked him out of his grimmer thoughts. If Bobby were in the room, Sam was certain he would be turning red again, but Bobby wasn't there. The look on Dean's face still almost made him blush. The sheer desire he saw in his brother's face made his heart simply skip a beat. That Dean wanted him so very much, he hadn't ever seen that look on anyone's face. Ever. And it amazed him when he did see it. He had seen the awe that crossed Dean's face sometimes and he really didn't think he deserved such adoration, but he didn't know how to protest it, or if he even should.

Sam shook his fork at his brother. "Three was almost enough to kill me. Don't even go there unless you want nothing left of me but a gooey puddle. You already melted my brain twice tonight. You need to start teaching me how to use my abilities." Sam speared some more meatloaf and ate it. After swallowing he swirled his fork around on his plate and asked hesitantly, "It feels dark when I use them. Except when it gets all gold. When you train me in them, will me using them…will it make me dark? Like they are? Not that it matters I guess. Either you teach me, or they catch me and the demon tries to make me use them. I'd just kind of like to know, if it's going to, you know, change me. And how much it might change me."

Sam already knew it didn't matter how much it changed him. He was going to have to master them if he was going to kill the bastard who stole his brother from him. Who did those terrible things to his brother. He would make sure Dean was no longer slave to anyone no matter what it cost him. He knew if he went all darkside, other hunters, his friends, his father, they would see that he didn't hurt anyone. They would make sure he…died. So long as Dean was safe and free, well, that was okay. Hopefully Dean would help their father continue to hunt evil. Maybe he should tell Dean his wishes, but he knew Dean would not accept Sam be willing to die for him. Dean would try to protect him, with his own life if necessary. Sam wasn't willing to pay that price. Ever.

The seductive look and grin he’d been giving his brother slipped off of Dean’s face immediately at the younger man’s gentle scolding and he nodded in understanding. Turning his attention back to his food and silently promising he would not make such gestures towards Sam in the future unless his brother first invited them. Of course Sam was right as well, it was past time he began teaching his brother how to control his powers. Dean had been letting his… feelings… get the better of him. Impairing his judgment… it would not happen again. He hoped that the younger man would forgive him for his negligence and overstepping his bounds, because he was still learning his place.

When Sam asked him about his powers and the darkness Dean looked up again and for a moment he wasn’t sure how to answer his brother, because he honestly did not know. Especially because he knew all too well what that darkness could do to Sam, because he knew what it had done to him. He knew how it made him feel when he gave into his rage, his hate, and the powers answered feeding off of it.

Dark rapture, cold joy, seductive… it was so seductive. Dean remembered clearly the first time he had used them to literally rip a man apart. Confidence, pleasure, fulfilled, complete… what he was always meant to be. He remembered the look of pride on his father’s face, the praise Azazel had given him. Dean knew he was already corrupted, and he also knew if Sam gave into the dark pull of the power that his brother would be lost to him, and that could never happen. He would never allow it.

“The power feeds off anger, hatred, and fury. Anger makes the power strong and in turn the power makes those emotions grow stronger and more consuming. It is… seductive. First I was taught to give in to the rage, to let it fuel my power, and I became addicted to it like a drug. Then I was taught to control… it was difficult, painful… I wanted to lash out and destroy everything, but I couldn’t. It’s always there, just under the surface, but it is not released unless I wish it. You can never give into that anger.”

Dean paused and considered what else he could tell Sam about his power, especially when he didn’t even understand how he had felt it change those times before. How Sam had made his power heal instead of destroy. He had never seen, never felt anything like it. Dean could not do that. Sam’s power was not like his. Maybe it was simply because Sam was not like him?

“You are not like me. You haven’t had all the training. You will not become like me.” He finally said, hoping that would reassure the younger man.

He saw Dean’s face abruptly change from lustful desire and become stoic, maybe even a little…fearful? Sam didn’t understand. He wasn’t admonishing the man. Well, okay, maybe he was just a tiny bit, but he had meant it teasingly. The truth was they had been at Bobby’s about a day and he felt recovered from the incidents at the church. As much as he would rather just stay in Dean’s arms, being held by him, being protected by him, the demons would find them eventually and Sam had to be ready if he was going to save his brother.

Anger. Hatred. Fury. Yes he felt all those things. They bubbled inside him. His life had been shattered. His brother had been taken and taught and kept from him. Without it all happening, though, he and Dean would not be together and he felt just a little ashamed that he wasn’t sure he would trade anything to make it the way it had been. He could not wish for it not to have happened because Dean meant so much very to him. He deeply missed Jessica and his friends but he didn’t even know if any had been left alive at this point. He could never go back to that life. He had tried living the ‘safe’ life, getting away from hunting and trying to find something approaching normal, something his father had never let him have.

As much as it galled him, it really sucked to know his father had been right all along. The training he had endured throughout his childhood had been necessary. He never should have gone off to Stanford. He had put everyone around him at risk and some had paid with their lives. Maybe all of them had. He didn’t want to know because that would only fuel his fury. He wondered if Dean being taken had also been his fault. His mother had died for him. His father, almost so more times than he cared to admit. Jessica, Mike…the guilt and shame were almost overwhelming. If only he had listened to his father. Even if he hadn’t wanted a normal life, craved it as much as the air he breathed, a normal life was now forever beyond his reach. He was a hunter and always would be. He would never put another unsuspecting soul at risk that way ever again.

Sam reached across and grasped Dean’s hand. “You’re not what Azazel made you any more either. We’re together. We’ll always be together. Maybe as you teach me, maybe I can help you more, too. I know you’ll keep me safe. I know you’ll do everything you can to keep me from walking a dark path. I have faith in you.” He gave Dean a loving, confident smile which slowly turned a little lustful. "Now stop looking so grim. Maybe I'll still have enough energy for you to teach me something new, after we get some training in. Or we can always practice what we have already done."

Dean offered his brother a slight smile that was definitely more for Sam’s sake than his own. It was easier than to deny the younger man’s words, that would only cause his brother pain and Dean didn’t want that. It might possibly only trigger more of the younger man’s, quite literally, explosive anger towards his demon father, and that was something the elder man definitely wanted to avoid, at least until he’d taught his brother better control over his powers. The truth was, unfortunately, that Sam was, had always been, wearing blinders on when it came to him. Dean was not all that different from the man that Sam had first faced in the old paper mill not so much as a week ago. Yes, many circumstances had changed, but he hadn’t. Not really.

He was still a killer, he always would be. If push came to shove he would slit Bobby’s throat without a second thought. He did not give a damned about humanity and their plight. He only cared about Sam. The fact that he was willing to kill demons was nothing new. He’d killed many before, if they threatened him or his father, or Azazel commanded it. Sam was his master now, he loved Sam, always had, and he would defend his brother from any harm no matter who might try to cause it.

But he was not sure he could “change” for Sam. He wasn’t even sure what the younger man wanted him to change into. He was what he was. He would try to do what Sam wanted, he would try to please the younger man any way he could, but he wasn’t sure he could be what Sam wanted. That frightened him more than a little, because once Sam realized it… what if he didn’t want Dean anymore…?

Sam’s faith in him frightened him…

Still Dean’s smile turned more genuine when Sam mentioned them going back to their “other lessons” once he had trained Sam in the use of his powers for a bit, if he had enough energy left. Dean chuckled softly at that.

“I doubt you will. But you can always just lie there and let me kiss and lick every inch of you…” Dean practically purred.