Dean could sense his brother’s confusion that he would not be leading an army under Azazel’s name. Bordering on upset? He wasn’t sure.

Of course he understood Sam’s feelings. All Sam remembered was what the demon had taught him after all. The very same things that Azazel had taught Dean to be all of his life. A slave. A weapon. A killer… Without that, Sam would feel he had very little purpose. Dean understood that all too well.

Even now it was… difficult… to turn away from all that he knew. Dean might not wish to be a demon any longer but he did not consider himself human. He might not actively seek out hunters to murder any more but that did not mean he considered them allies. If there was a war between humans and demons, unless Sam told him to, he would not choose a side to fight on. He had no reason to choose. Neither side would accept him. Dean had nothing to gain from either side winning such a war.

But Dean had a purpose now other than what Azazel had taught him. Sam. The elder man smiled when the younger man embraced him and rested his chin on his shoulder. He felt Sam’s power reaching out to him and Dean embraced the younger man in his own power, letting their powers twine together, join, as Sam had so wanted to before. Now it was safe to.

He sighed softly at the feeling of Sam’s lips against his neck. Dean began to caress Sam’s back with one hand, his other twining into the younger man’s hair, petting. When Sam’s lips finally found his, Dean’s mouth opened for him and he moaned in appreciation and approval. Twining their tongues together and feeling Sam’s arousal both through their joined powers and his brother’s hardening member pressing into his stomach. Dean’s hand slid down to the younger man’s ass, gripping and pulling his brother tighter against him.

They kissed and rubbed against each other for a few moments before Dean finally broke away from his brother’s sweet mouth, panting a little as he whispered, “Inside. Bed.”

When Dean's hand tightened on his ass and pulled them tightly together, Sam moaned and felt himself harden more. The way Dean kissed him, so needy, wanting him so much and Sam wanted him. He was disappointed when Dean ended their kiss, at least until Dean told him they were going to go inside. He couldn't deny his heart leapt a little. He wanted to feel Dean inside him, he wanted to see Dean's face, wanted to hear him moan, wanted to hear him shout Sam's name.

Sam nodded and headed inside. It was obviously time for more of the runes to be removed. He was both a little disappointed and happy. He would rather make love to his master, but his master had defined for him his goal. To remember.

He didn't look at the three men still sitting at the table drinking their coffee. Dean had told him to go to the bed. He assumed Dean meant the bed they had been in earlier and as Dean did not tell him otherwise that was where he went. He stepped into the room and saw that it had been cleaned up. The stain of his blood, of Dean's blood, was still on the floor though it had been wiped dry. He disrobed quickly and upon seeing the knife Dean had used to remove some of the runes, went over to it. Since Dean wanted him to remember, he picked up the knife and presented it to his master, making the dark runes visible to Dean. He went down to one knee and bowed his head. He hoped after Dean helped him get closer to his goal, he would get to pleasure his master.

Dean followed his brother back inside the house, barely glancing at the other men as they made their way back to the bedroom. He couldn’t deny the flash of arousal that spread through him and the way his dick hardened even more once they were there and Sam immediately stripped down naked. He licked his lips, his anticipation only growing at being able to taste and touch the younger man again. His fingers itching to touch and caress every inch of Sam’s beautiful flesh, to make his brother moan and writhe beneath him.

However before he could begin to disrobe himself Sam went over and picked up the knife that Dean had used on him before. The elder man froze when the younger man returned to him and offered him the blade. Showing him once more the dark writhing runes just underneath Sam’s flesh, the poison, the taint, that had tried to take his brother away from him, making Sam forget him…

Dean knew immediately what Sam wanted him to do. That was not what Dean had been planning, but… he wanted Sam back. He wanted Sam to be himself again, and this was the only way to do it. Dean would make it easier this time, he had been too brutal before, driven by rage and despair. He would be more careful this time, to make it not hurt as much.

He took the knife from Sam but reached down to grasp the younger man’s arm, pulling his brother back to his feet.

“Don’t ever kneel to me.” Dean said softly, kissing his brother gently, and then smiling at the younger man. “Wait here.”

Dean left the room quickly then, heading for the bathroom where he grabbed several towels. Underneath the sink he found a first aid kit, and took it as well, even though he didn’t think he would really need it considering how well Sam could heal now. Finally he went to the kitchen, bypassing the dining room where the three older men were still sitting, talking quietly amongst themselves. He found a large bowl which he filled with warm water, and finally returned to the bedroom. Shutting and locking the door behind him so they wouldn’t be disturbed.

He set down the bowl and first aid kit on the floor and then laid out one of the large towels. It would be better to do this on the floor so the bed could remain clean for them to sleep afterwards. Dean motioned to Sam then.

“Come here. Lay down.” He said softly, quickly stripping off his own clothes and tossing them aside and kneeling down on the floor beside the towel. Dean tested the knife by making a quick slice on his own finger and decided it was plenty sharp enough for now, but he would make sure to sharpen it again before they did this again. A finely sharpened blade would cut quicker and with less pain.

Sam lay down on his stomach. The runes on his back he knew were the most active at keeping his memories at bay. He wanted to be strong and prove himself as such. He was determined he would not scream, not unless Dean told him to. Azazel had taught him to be silent when suffering pain. If he screamed, the punishment grew in severity. Sam wasn't sure if Dean was disciplining him from earlier, but he thought not. Dean had repeatedly told him how much he loved him and told him how well he had done. This was purely about removing the runes, of Sam getting his memories back.

He took a deep breath and steeled himself. He felt the knife blade cut into his skin, tracing one of the runes and felt Dean's powers carefully extract the spell components buried in flesh and muscle. The breaking of the rune was searing agony but he kept his mouth clamped shut, clenching his jaw. As soon as Dean finished with the first rune, Sam healed it closed, though the flesh it had inscribed still felt aflame from the disrupted dark power that had yet to dissipate. He knew it would, and in just a few short minutes.

By the fifth one, Sam was beginning to tremble and sweat coated his flesh. He would not scream. He would not scream, dammit. He would make Dean proud of him.

As soon as he healed that one closed, he couldn't help it and let the runes fade from view. He cursed his weakness and forced the runes to illuminate again. He was panting but not yet gasping. Once he starting gasping for air, he knew the screams would follow. The runes had been horribly painful to set, he remembered that. They were just as horribly painful to remove. He could withstand hours of pain without screaming. At least he thought he could. Not with these. These were worse than when Azazel had Alistair working on him. Even so, Dean was being much more gentle that the last time and he could tell was attempting to minimize the pain and comparatively was succeeding.

His cuts were quick. He removed the dark spell components as fast and as gently as he could. He tried to give Sam a little time in between the younger man healing one wound before he started on the next. But even with all his efforts Dean knew that the younger man was still in extreme pain from what he was doing. He could feel echoes of it rippling down the bonds that joined them together and he hated knowing he was the cause of it even though he knew it was necessary. If he wanted Sam back, his real Sam, then it had to be done.

In between cuts Dean did his best to sooth the younger man. Running his fingers gently through Sam’s sweat dampened hair and over the trembling muscles of his back and buttocks. Not trying to arouse, not wanting the younger man to equate the pain he was causing Sam with pleasure, merely trying to make it easier.

Dean didn’t want this to go on too long, but at the same time he knew it would be better to simply get it over with. He didn’t want this to go on for weeks or months while he removed only one rune at a time. Better to just endure the pain now all at once and get it over with. But Dean knew he wouldn’t be able to remove all of the runes now even if he wanted to listen to Sam screaming for hours which he certainly didn’t. There were simply too many and Sam would lose too much blood if he did them all now.

Finally Dean set the bloody knife aside.

“That’s enough for now.” He whispered gently, tenderly petting Sam’s hair again as he watched the younger man heal up the last cut he’d made. Then Dean picked up one of the towels he’d brought in, soaked it in the water. He began washing off Sam’s back of the blood he’d spilled and patting the younger man dry with a different towel when he was done.

“Bed.” Dean said once he was satisfied Sam was clean, and helped the trembling young man to his feet. Guiding his brother over to the bed and helping him lay down on his stomach again. He joined Sam on the bed, kneeling over his brother as he ran his hands tenderly over him. Along his back, flanks, and buttocks. Trying to sooth as before, but promising more now, promising pleasure instead of pain. He leaned in to brush his lips gently over the back of Sam’s neck, sucking and nuzzling his brother’s skin. Settling down to rest on the back of Sam’s thighs, his dick fitting easily between his brother’s cheeks as he began to rock gently against him, pressing Sam down against the mattress.

“Love you…” He breathed into his brother’s ear.

He wanted to cry from the pain. He wanted to ask his master to stop. He wouldn't of course. This was what his master wanted. Dean wanted Azazel's marks removed so Sam's memory would return. It was becoming harder to heal the wounds closed and it was a long blur of pain even though Dean would pause and give him a break, and stroke him soothingly. There were so very many runes. Everywhere. Those on his back were the strongest, he knew that. He cradled his chin on his hands and concentrated on staying silent, of healing the wounds over, and steeling himself for the next insertion of the blade into his flesh.

He was startled when Dean set the knife aside and told him that was enough. He had more or less drifted off into the trance like state he had learned in order to endure such torture. It didn't make it any less painful, it merely made it easier to keep the screams deep inside. Sam lay there waiting for the dark broken magic to fade from gnawing into his flesh. He didn't expect it when Dean began washing his back free of the blood. Why was he doing that? To keep the place clean he supposed. He wondered what his cell would look like when Dean was finally through with him. Dean certainly had important things to do that he would not want his slave along for. But Dean hadn't tried to leave him behind since the very beginning when he was mad at Sam for not remembering. He knew if he weren't so tired the fog in his mind might be less, but he just didn't care at the moment unless Dean wanted him to care.

When his master told him to get into the bed, Sam felt his heart jump. To hell with being tired if he was going to get to pleasure his master. He would make love to his master until he wore his master out and his master slept happily and contently. He knew he was still shaky when Dean helped him to his feet and into the bed and on to his stomach. He didn't expect Dean to caress him and give him time to recuperate, but it made sense if Dean wanted Sam to give him the best pleasure he could. The caresses were soft and intimate and Sam found himself sighing and enjoying the gentle touches. He moaned as his master's hot breath rolled over his neck, as those lips and mouth teased him.

As Dean settled down onto him he moaned as he felt Dean's dick press against him and Dean moved slowly back and forth. He felt his own cock begin to fill as he rocked against the mattress. Dean's words filled him with joy.

"Please, fuck me, Dean," Sam said as he pushed back a little more with each movement. He wanted Dean inside him so badly he ached.

Dean groaned softly feeling the head of his dick catch a little on the rim of Sam’s hole when his brother pushed and rubbed back against him. Feeling the younger man’s sweet hot opening quiver against his sensitive flesh only making him harder, his brother’s soft plea filling him with equal measures of tenderness and desire.

“Anything you want.” He promised, his breath tickling the edge of Sam’s ear before kissing the spot just underneath it. Licking and lightly biting, he enjoyed sucking a bruise on the side of Sam’s neck and the feeling them pressed so close together. Fitting together so perfectly. His chest against his brother’s back, his cock resting so snug and perfect between his brother’s cheeks. Of Sam’s hard perfect body pinned beneath him.

He savored those feelings for a few more moments before he reluctantly pushed himself up a little. Scooting down, letting his hands sweep possessively down his from his brother’s shoulders to his lower back. His lips following, leaving a damp trail of kisses, licks, and gentle bites. He continued past the small of his brother’s back. His hands coming to rest warmly on the cheeks of his brother’s ass. Massaging the firm muscles carefully, pulling them apart to let him glimpse the younger man’s perfect tight hole.

With a soft needy moan he grasped Sam’s hips, tugging his brother up a little.

“On your knees, that’s it…” Dean practically purred as he arranged Sam in the position he wanted him. The younger man’s ass up in offering, his legs parted, and his shoulders still pressed against the mattress beneath him. Dean couldn’t contain the deep needy moan that was pulled from his throat at the sight.

“So beautiful…” He whispered. Letting his fingertips graze along Sam’s soft skin, running a hand up from his brother’s lower back to his neck. Gently petting through Sam’s soft sweat dampened hair as he gazed at the younger man’s hole and the beautiful cock so hard and ready between Sam’s legs just begging for attention.

Dean leaned down to gently nuzzle the younger man’s balls, taking his brother in hand and licking down the length of Sam’s shaft to his tip. Sucking teasingly on his brother’s head for a few moments but not lingering anywhere for long. Moving back to Sam’s balls, and then back even further. Parting Sam’s cheeks once more with both hands as he licked up his brother’s crease right to his hole.

Sam practically trembled with anticipation when Dean promised him he would. He moaned as Dean worked on the side of his neck. He liked being pinned by his master, liked the way it made him feel owned and possessed by him. Every lick, every nip down his back generated soft delighted moans from Sam's throat. When Dean reached his ass, he felt his heart speed up. He readily let Dean arrange him. However his master wanted him, he would gladly shift to that position. He relaxed himself ready to take his master's hard cock into him.

His master thought he was beautiful. He liked that. He liked that a lot. He was surprised when Dean didn't enter him but instead caressed him, treating him like he was precious. The way Dean touched him sent shivers through him.

When Dean's mouth worked his way down Sam was making him harder and harder. He was unprepared for his master's hot mouth on his balls and he threw back his head and moaned. He fisted the sheets in his hand as Dean's mouth worked on him, teasing him and it was only through his training that he didn't buck and beg for more. He didn't need to beg for more though. That wet wonderful tongue licked it's way back to Sam's hole.

"Dean!" Sam moaned softly and forced himself to relax, silently begging for that hot muscle to invade him and fuck him.

Dean smiled against Sam’s flesh, tickling around the tight ring of muscles with the tip of his tongue teasingly. Feeling it relax and he wasted no time giving Sam what he obviously wanted. Pushing his tongue in deeper with a moan of pleasure, holding the younger man’s hips steady while he licked his brother open. Savoring every sound of pleasure Sam made as he worked relaxing his brother’s tight muscles and getting the younger man wet and ready for him.

Though Sam seemed to have no trouble relaxing for him now, and though Dean felt that familiar spark of rage inside of him knowing why, he pushed it aside. Concentrating instead on giving his brother pleasure, perhaps hoping he could make Sam forget the pain and violation he had suffered at Azazel’s hands as easily as Azazel had made Sam forget him…

Dean let his hands caress up and down his brother’s thighs and then finally release the younger man, one of them moving between Sam’s legs to cup and fondle his cock and balls. His other hand moving to push a finger inside his brother’s tight hole along with his tongue, teasing the younger man from the inside and the outside.

It wasn’t long before his cock was leaking precome, eager to be buried deeply into his brother and fucking Sam, but even if Sam didn’t need it he would not until he’d opened the younger man with at least two fingers. He didn’t trust his brother not to tell him when he was hurting Sam, and even though he knew he’d caused the younger man a lot more pain while removing the runes, this was different. Soon Dean pushed a second finger inside Sam, curling and rubbing his fingers against his brother’s prostate. He pulled back just enough to watch his brother’s body take him, nipped lightly at one of Sam’s ass cheeks while he fucked Sam open with his fingers.

After a time Dean began to realize exactly how still the younger man was being through the pleasure and frowned a little.

“You can tell me how much you like it, Sam. You can show me. Do you want more? Do you want my cock now? You can tell me…”

The way Dean's tongue fucked him felt so damned good. He wanted to push back, but his master held his hips firm, so he didn't. When Dean took Sam's stiffened member in his hand, toyed with it, with its tip, and played with his balls, Sam bit his lip. So good. It felt so good especially when he felt Dean's finger enter beside his tongue. He didn't move though he wanted to. He wanted to fuck into his master's teasing hand and slide back onto that tongue and finger. When the second finger entered him and brushed over that sweet spot inside him, Sam's eyes practically rolled back in his head, but he kept silent. Azazel didn't want him moaning like a whore, and at this point, Azazel would want to focus on his own pleasure. Neither did Sam want to distract Dean, though he really didn't understand why Dean was taking so long to fuck him proper, but whatever Dean wanted.

"I don't want to act like a whore," Sam panted, trying to swallow back his moan. "I like whatever you want to do to me." It was getting harder to stay still as Dean worked him, but he didn't want to disappoint him. "How should I show you how much I like it? If you want to give me more, yes." A small groan of pleasure escaped him and he cursed his weakness. "If you're ready to fuck me, I—" Sam couldn't help bucking when Dean dug just a little into his prostate and he groaned soft and low as he felt his cock slide easily in Dean's hand. It was getting torturous to stay still.

"Please," Sam gasped, wanting so much to be fucked by his master. His master must like him to beg. "Please, Dean, please fuck me. Fuck me hard. Fuck me dirty and fuck me hard," Sam said, guessing Dean probably liked it dirty. Most demons did. Even though his master wasn't a demon, he had a lot of demon power. "Please," Sam moaned.

Sam's reply made Dean freeze. Admittedly a little shocked at first when the younger man said that he didn't want to act like a whore. Whore... That was what Dean had been called often enough. A whore... and he was a good little whore. That was only one of the roles Dean had played through his life as the demon's slave and Azazel had trained him well to be one. The lable had never particularly bothered him before. Though to hear it from Sam's lips now... hurt... just a little...

Is that what Azazel had taught his brother? That he would be a whore if he took his own pleasure? If he let himself moan or show that he enjoyed it? No. Sam was not a whore. He was not like Dean. He would never be like Dean. No matter what Sam had done... been forced to do...

Dean felt his anger building again but it was buried quickly under lust when Sam began begging to be fucked by him. Maybe a whore really was all that Dean was now. Because he wanted this so badly. Even though it was wrong, somewhere in him he knew it was wrong to do this when Sam couldn't tell him it was what he wanted… But Sam was so hot, so tight around his fingers, begging and moaning in spite of himself every time Dean touched that special place deep inside of him. Fuck… Dean wanted this… he wanted it, needed it… If that made him a whore, then so be it. He was Sam's. He was whatever Sam wanted him to be.

"Sammy…" Dean groaned his brother's name and it was almost painful to draw out his fingers from that perfect tight hole, to release his brother's hot throbbing dick. He pushed himself up onto his knees between his brother's legs. His cock so hard and ready as he took himself in hand and rubbed the tip back and forth over the younger man's puckered flesh. Smearing his leaking precome over the tight hole.

Dean didn't push in yet though, instead he grasped Sam's arms and pulled the younger man up and back against his chest so that his brother was practically sitting in his lap. His hard cock nudging against Sam's hole as he kissed the younger man's neck and ran his hands lovingly over his brother's chest.

"You are not a whore. No matter what he said, you are not. You are my brother, my lover. Mine. And I am yours." Dean whispered as he began to push inside the younger man's body slowly, groaning loudly at the exquisite feeling of being inside his brother again. So perfect… "Take me inside. Take what you want, Sammy. I want to please you. Let me please you…"

Sam could barely stop his whimper when Dean pulled out his fingers from inside him and let go of his hard cock, but he felt Dean shift. He felt that leaking cock of his master's rub around his hole. He was surprised when Dean pulled him up against him, kissing his neck while his hands left trails of hot fire over his flesh. He wanted to slide down on that nudging cock and fill himself with his master's thick member more than anything.

He was pleased when Dean said he wasn't a whore. He had done well then, even with the few groans that escaped his lips. Sam inhaled sharply as he finally got what he wanted and felt Dean's flesh begin to fill him. He relaxed his muscles so Dean could get inside easier.

His master wanted to please him? He was pleasing him. Hearing Dean's groan as he pushed inside filled him with joy. He slid down fully on his master's cock and began to pull off, tightening his sphincter until he reached the base of Dean's head, then relaxing as he slid back down. He went almost painfully slow as he slid up and down, drawing every groan out of Dean that he could. He began to speed up, only to slow down again.

He wanted to see Dean's face. He really really wanted to see his master's face. Dean told him to take what he wanted.

Then he would.

He began working Dean a little harder, feeling the tension coil in Dean's muscles. Dean was getting close, but Sam wasn't ready yet. He wasn't nearly done. He suddenly pulled off Dean with an audible pop, turned, and shoved Dean backwards onto the bed. Barely giving Dean a chance to recover he speared himself deeply on his master's cock, driving it deep. He bounced, enjoying the feel of Dean inside him and then adjusted his angle so Dean's member hit his prostate with every stroke. Driving his tongue inside Dean's mouth as he all but tortured them both with his constantly shifting rhythm made him groan. He tangled his tongue with Dean's then slid his tongue over every millimeter inside that hot mouth. He sucked on Dean's tongue, sucking in time to his agonizing pace. Biting Dean's lip hard enough to draw blood, he let the salty coppery taste tickle his senses. He sat back, but kept rocking up and down on Dean, as he admired the wounded, plump lips of his master.

“Sammy…” Dean moaned his brother’s name at the feeling of his brother sinking down onto his lap, taking his cock all the way inside as deep as it could go. He almost didn’t want to move, just wanting to savor the feeling of the younger man so hot and tight around him, clinging to him so perfectly.

It was Sam who moved first, however, much to Dean’s surprise. Almost drawing completely off of his cock, the younger man’s body squeezing so tight around his shaft it left him breathless and almost dizzy with pleasure. When he thought it couldn’t get any better, Sam sank down on him again, pulling another obscene groan of pleasure from deep inside of him.

“Fuck Sam… that feels so good…” Dean whispered, pressing his forehead to his brother’s shoulder as he watched where their bodies were joined. Watching him slide in and out of Sam’s tight hole as his brother continued to ride him. His fingers flexing on Sam’s hips though he didn’t try to guide the younger man’s movements at all, letting Sam set the pace.

The muscles in his thighs began to tremble with the strain it took to remain still. He wanted to fuck up into his brother so damn bad, find his release, spill his seed hot and deep into his brother’s body. It was so hard… especially when Sam slowed down again to a point that it was almost painfully teasing. Bringing him so close to the edge and then drawing back. But it felt so damned good, Dean didn’t want it to end. He wanted Sam to go on riding him for as long as the younger man wanted…

Dean was in no way prepared however when Sam suddenly pulled off his cock entirely. A cry of protest breaking from Dean’s lips before he could stop it, but before he could really comprehend what was happening Sam was shoving him back hard onto the bed. He felt almost dazed as he looked up at the younger man and he didn’t know if it was because of his intense arousal, the air being knocked out of him a little, or how it felt when the younger man speared himself again on his cock without warning.

He cried out and arched beneath the younger man, his fingers scrambling for purchase for a moment on Sam’s sweat slick thighs. Dean looked up at the younger man, wonder bordering on awe mingling with desire. Sam was so damned beautiful like this it took his breath away and he could only moan louder into his brother’s mouth when Sam kissed him fiercely. Dean’s hips began moving of their own accord, meeting Sam thrust for thrust. Speeding up or slowing down whenever Sam did.

His sounds of pleasure spilling into his brother’s mouth and sometimes Dean wasn’t sure if Sam was fucking him or torturing him, torturing them both. But he certainly didn’t care. He loved every second of it. He was making Sam his again, just as Sam was claiming him.

Dean hissed a little when he felt the sharp bite of Sam’s teeth on his lip but he certainly did not complain. His lips were wet and swollen when his brother finally released them, and Dean licked away the drop of blood that had formed on his lower lips with a groan as Sam watched. One of his hands finally slid off of his brother’s hip to grasp the younger man’s cock. He started to jerk off the younger man in time with his thrusts.

He was so damned ready to come, but Sam had been keeping him on the edge for so long, he wasn’t sure he could until his brother let him.

Watching Dean's lick away the drop of blood drew a matching groan from Sam. When Dean began jacking him off, his eyes closed for just a moment. He kept up the teasing pace but it was getting harder to slow back down each time. He looked down at his beautiful master, saw the lust and the love in those green eyes. He settled down on his masters cock, wriggling and rolling his hips, but not lifting off. Tightening and releasing his muscles, he watched the delight and pained need clearly written on Dean's face.

He decided it was finally time. He had tortured them both to the razor's edge and with the long delay, it would take work to get Dean to finally release. He began to just lift off slightly, then slowly increased his pace as he lifted off higher and higher, having to lean forward, hand on either side of Dean's body, to keep his balance.

"You are beautiful, Dean, so beautiful," he panted. "I love you. More than anything."

Sam worked and squeezed and pulled, faster and faster, feeling Dean fuck up into him, matching his pace once again, and the way Dean's hand played his cock was amazing. He felt himself nearing coming but he wanted his master to come first. He worked harder, Not quite pulling off but sinking down and burying Dean in him as Dean pushed up with every stroke.

"Come for me, Dean," Sam begged.

He felt Dean's muscles tighten and he pushed back hard as he felt Dean fill him. Almost as soon as he felt Dean's release he came as well, all but screaming his master's name as he rode Dean through every wave of that rippled through them.

Dean was utterly mesmerized watching his brother moving above him. His brother's body sliding up and down his cock. Graceful muscles flexing under skin glistening with a sheen of sweat. Such love… devotion… in his brother's eyes darkened with desire, it took his breath away. It was perfect and Dean never wanted it to end.

When Sam settled onto his lap and didn't lift up again, merely rolling his hips and squeezing his already tight muscles around Dean's aching cock, Dean moaned loud and without restraint. Panting at the effort it took to not start thrusting his hips up get his brother moving again on his cock like they both needed it. But he didn't. Maybe it was because he knew as soon as he came he would have to leave the perfect tight sheath of his brother's body and it felt so damned good he didn't care if Sam went on to torture them both like this with this exquisite pleasure for an eternity. He wanted to stay inside Sam forever…

His fingers continued to move teasing up and down his brother's hot hard length however. Sam was so hard he felt like steel beneath the softest velvet. Dean circled his thumb teasingly around his brother's head, rubbing back and forth across his slit, slicking the younger man up with his own dripping precome.

"Sammy… Sam…" Dean breathed his brother's name like a prayer. A cry ripping from his throat when Sam finally began moving on him again. He was so damned hard, so aroused, the stimulation almost hurt as much as it felt good. So fucking good. He needed to come so damned badly. Dean couldn't stop his hips from snapping up every time Sam sank down on his cock. Meeting Sam's pace but never exceeding it. It didn't really matter though because Sam was not backing off like he had before. There was no stopping this time.

Sam's whispered words sounded so much like his Sam, the one who remembered him, loved him, that was what finally pushed him over the brink. When his brother practically ordered him to come Dean couldn't have held back any longer even if he wanted to. Practically screaming Sam's name as he spilled so fucking long and hard into his brother's tight ass he could feel his come dripping out of his brother's hole around his cock before he'd even stopped. Hearing Sam's cry of pleasure echo his own, feeling his brother's hot seed spilling over his hand and chest, only sent another strong pulse of desire through him and he came even harder. Dean honestly wouldn't have been surprised if he'd passed out at that point from the sheer overload to his senses.

He didn't however. How, he wasn't sure, but he didn't. The pleasure eventually fading to a more bearable level almost as slowly as Sam had worked them up to it. Leaving him gasping for breath and shaking in the afterglow, covered in sweat and his brother's come, and feeling more complete than he'd ever had in his life.

Slowly Sam slid off of Dean once Dean had softened inside him. If Dean thought Sam was done with him, he had another think coming. With an evil smile he moved down between Dean's legs and ran his tongue along Dean's shaft, groaning as he lapped away the come that coated Dean's dick and balls taking his time and being extremely thorough. He grinned at Dean's sounds as his tongue ran over that super sensitized flesh. Moaning in pleasure, he worked his way up Dean's body with his tongue, pausing along the way to nip or suck as he licked up his own come mixed with Dean's sweat. He played with Dean's nipples with his mouth, working them hard, very pleased by the reaction he was drawing from his master. When he finally reached Dean's mouth he kissed him, teasing his way in, sharing his taste with Dean

Although he was exhausted, if Dean wanted to fuck him again, he was more than willing and kept his legs spread open. He lay on top of Dean, rubbing slowly against him as he kissed him thoroughly.

"Always yours," Sam sighed happily when he ended their long kiss.

All Dean needed to do was roll them over so Sam was beneath him and he could fuck him as long, as much, and as often as he wanted. "Love you. Love you so much," he told his master. He would be happy to stay in this bed forever though he knew once Dean was through with him for the night, he would need to move to the floor. That was okay. He was really too tired to care and he would probably be asleep before he even had a chance to get cold. Besides it was so much warmer in here than he was used to, it would probably be downright comfortable.

Dean moaned softly, and he wasn’t even sure if it was in relief or complaint, when Sam slid off him. He missed the tight warmth of his brother’s body wrapped around him, though his eyes widened a little when it became obvious that the younger man wasn’t going to let him miss him for long. His own muscles were still twitching a little with the aftershocks of his intense orgasm when his brother moved down between his legs and began licking at his spent shaft.

He groaned louder, throwing back his head, and gasping his brother teased his over sensitive flesh with his lips and tongue as though this was the first time and they hadn’t just come together so damned hard. Dean forced himself to lift his head and watch Sam licking away Dean’s release, some of which he knew was still dripping from Sam’s hole, from his cock and balls. It was so dirty, so hot, so perfect Dean couldn’t help that his cock began to twitch and fill with interest under his brother’s attentions.

“Sam…” He moaned his brother’s name over and over, surprised he managed to string together a single coherent syllable as Sam began working his way up his stomach and chest. Licking away his own come from Dean’s skin. Dean’s fingers sank into Sam’s hair, petting lovingly and possessively, and he all but growled into his brother’s mouth in pleasure when the younger man’s lips finally covered his own. His tongue greedily stroking his brother’s tongue and then pushing its way into Sam’s mouth, tasting them together on his brother’s tongue only making him harder.

The way Sam was splayed over him, his legs spread wide as Sam rubbed against him the invitation was clear and not one that Dean was about to refuse. At his brother’s loving proclamation, Dean didn’t bother to hold back any longer, not that he wanted to. Grasping his brother’s hips and rolling them around so that Sam was beneath him. His brother’s back had barely touched the mattress before Dean was pulling the younger man’s legs up around his waist and he was sinking back inside the sweet tight warmth of his brother’s body. So slick and open for him Dean couldn’t stop the possessive growl of pleasure that escaped his lips as he began to fuck his brother again deep and hard without waiting.

“Mine.” Dean whispered lovingly, angling his hips to make sure he rubbed against his brother’s prostate with every deep thrust. “Love you…”

The attention he had given Dean's body had begun to make him hard again and the way Dean kissed him, all but growled, it sent shivers through him. He was delighted Dean wanted to fuck him again. He was still so stretched and certainly with Dean's come still inside him, more than well lubed. Moaning with every deep thrust, every brush on his prostate he forgot he wasn't supposed to make noise, wasn't suppose to enjoy it.

"Yours," Sam responded. He tightened his legs around his master's body, in time with each thrust and he lifted himself up, taking Dean in as deep as possible. He didn't ever want this to end. The way Dean made him feel reverberated in his soul. He caressed Dean with his powers, wrapping him in the joy, the lust, the love that Dean made him feel. Already so wound up from the previous orgasm, Sam's groans were loud and pleasure-filled. His cock had refilled to hard steel and it was sweet pain. He arched and kept pace with Dean. He wouldn't last long and he really hoped Dean meant it when he said he could come when he wanted to. That constant pounding against his prostate was making it harder and harder to hold back and finally he let it go. Fresh come sprayed up his chest and he couldn't help it as the feeling of the orgasm rolled in a wave down his powers, striking Dean full-force.

Dean loved the way Sam clung to him. He loved it when those little sounds of pleasure finally began falling from his brother’s lips thanks to his efforts. He loved the way the younger man lifted his hips, allowing Dean even deeper inside of him. He loved feeling Sam’s powers twining around him, through him, letting him feel everything his brother felt. All the pleasure. All the love. The stretch and burn and ecstasy of his cock filling him up over and over again, so deep, so perfect. God, he could do this forever. This was where he belonged. This was where he’d always belonged. With Sam. Loving Sam. One…

If he was shocked how quickly his brother had been able to come again after such a hard release not long ago it was lost in the feeling the force of Sam’s orgasm slamming into him like a freight train. Dean couldn’t have stopped himself from shouting loudly if he tried. His own pleasure almost being swallowed by Sam’s, devoured by it, pushing him so close to the edge he couldn’t help falling over after a few more quick deep thrusts into his lover’s body. The younger man’s tightening muscles practically milking his release from him as he came again inside his brother.

He allowed Sam to feel all of his own pleasure, the echoes of his brother’s orgasm still flowing back and forth between them both. Combined it was so intense Dean wasn’t certain he hadn’t passed out for a few moments from the intensity of pleasure rippling through them both.

When his senses finally returned he was laying on top of his brother, both of them still covered in sweat and come. His brother’s seed still warm between them, his cock still buried snugly inside the younger man’s tight body. Though Dean had gone soft, he never wanted to leave.

It had been amazing. It had practically been magical. He couldn't remember ever having such good sex, but he supposed that wasn't really fair to say since he couldn't really remember a lot. He remembered bits and pieces of his time with his former master, but nothing really before that. He knew he would likely remember a lot more once he had slept. Dean had removed quite a few of the runes, and more importantly, most of the major ones Sam thought.

He hugged his master close when Dean collapsed on top of him. He was in his own after sex haze. He loved that Dean was still buried deeply inside him and he kept his legs wrapped around his master. Once his master stirred, he would retrieve a couple wet towels to clean him off, unless the man wanted to shower. Honestly, he didn't really even want to move. Having his master panting hot breaths into his neck, feeling the slickness of come and sweat between them, it all seemed perfect and as it should be.

He shut his eyes and sighed contentedly and though he certainly didn't mean to, he drifted off to sleep.

Dean smiled against his brother’s neck when he heard, and felt, the younger man’s breaths even out and he knew that Sam had fallen asleep. The idea that his brother had fallen asleep so easily with Dean still buried inside of him would have ignited a spark of arousal in the elder man if he hadn’t already been so spent. Though if Sam had wanted him again, he was sure he could have gotten it up again to fuck the younger man. He would do anything to please Sam. Anything…

He wasn’t sure how long he laid there before he finally eased himself out of his brother carefully. Knowing how sore Sam must be having been fucked so thoroughly, and he didn’t want to cause the younger man any undo discomfort. Sam stirred and shifted a little, but he settled again when Dean began whispering hushed words and petting his hair.

Dean smiled tenderly down at the younger man, before he levered himself off of the bed slowly, not wanting to wake his brother. He fetched one of the towels he hadn’t used before and wet it, returning to Sam’s side and kneeling by the bed as he carefully cleaned the younger man. He wiped the come from his brother’s chest, stomach, between his legs, and around his hole with infinite care. When he was done, he cleaned himself off quickly.

Tossing the used towel amongst the others, Dean laid back down in the bed and gathered his brother into his arms once more. Looking down at the precious young man he held with more love than he felt capable of expressing as he trailed his fingers lovingly over his cheek. Moving from his brother’s face down his neck, chest, and stomach, and finally running his fingers tenderly over his brother’s softened cock.

Wrapping his powers protectively around the younger man, Dean brushed his lips one last time over Sam’s forehead before he let his eyes slide closed and followed his brother into sleep.