The 66 Club was right where Bobby had reluctantly told him where it would be. From the outside, it looked very unassuming. In fact, it had the look of a pretty classy joint. Yeah, it was located in a part of the city where you might not want to walk alone at night, and there were hookers and drug dealers standing on the street corners peddling their various wares. But the average passerby on the street didn't give it a second glance.

Dean, unfortunately, had never been the average passerby.

He could feel the evil, the taint, emanating from the building louder than the thumping techno music playing from inside. He could see, what others walking by could not. The hookers standing there on the corner were really sirens. The nicely dressed couple that climbed out of the Lexus that had just pulled up were demons. The valet that had taken their car was a particularly nasty breed of hell spawn.

Yup. This was definitely the place. He barely managed to swallow down the bile that welled up in his throat, the feeling of the darkness emanating from that place practically raping his senses. Since he'd begun hunting, became accustomed to facing more and more evil things on a regular basis, he'd learned to control his reactions to their presence a little better. A single demon no longer had him on his knees gasping and shaking just from its presence alone like that night Samuel had saved him.

But there might be a hundred demons in that place, as well as things darker and more powerful. They would know right away what he was. A hunter. But they would also know he could see them for what they truly were. If he made it out of that place alive… even with the rule of 'neutrality' it would be a miracle.

Dean knew Bobby was right, he never should have come here. But he didn't have a choice. He had no other way of tracking down that gun he needed. All the other trails, and there'd been few to begin with, had gone stone cold almost before they began. The Colt. He needed that gun if he was going to save Samuel. The source, the demon that might be able to help him, if he could make a deal with it was here.

He took a deep breath and tossed the gun he'd pulled on Michael into the dumpster beside him in the alley. He'd only taken it as a precaution to get here. Dean knew if he walked into that place with a weapon, even if it probably wouldn't kill anything inside, he was a dead man. Hell, he would probably be a dead man anyway, but hopefully not before he managed to save Sam.

Shoring his confidence, he crossed the street and walked right up to the front of the club. The hookers on the street corner eyed him up and down and licked their lips but he ignored them. The 'bouncer' at the door, a really big and really disgusting demon with rotting breath stood in his way scowling. It looked him up and down and then smirked evilly before stepping aside. Dean didn't bother to pat himself on the back. He'd known already that getting in was never going to be the problem.

Inside the club was worse than he'd imagined. It was like every twisted evil thing that he'd ever laid his eyes on as a hunter, or had given him nightmares as a child, was here. The air was thick with evil and pushing through it was a little like pushing through thick muddy water. Sometimes he literally felt like he was drowning. The cold dark stares that followed him, some hungry with lust, others for blood, slithered over his skin like snakes. Dean clung to the image of Samuel in his mind, reminding himself why he was here, why he was doing this, as he made his way up to the bar.

The bartender, another demon, gave him a predatory look.

"I'm here to see Azazel." Dean told the demon, and if its grin got even more twisted, he ignored it.

*

The demons led him deeper into the club, into one of the private rooms in the back. The creature waiting for him there was one of the most hideous he'd ever seen. Its blazing yellow eyes regarded him with amusement, and with a wave of its decaying hand the other demons in the room filed out quickly, leaving them alone.

"Have a seat, Dean Winchester." Azazel told him with, and while Dean would have rather not approached the powerful demon any closer than he already was, if he wanted something from the bastard he was going to have to play along.

"You know why I'm here." Dean stated flatly after he'd sat. If the demonic bastard knew his name, either it or one of the other many evil creatures in the club had already read his mind and told Azazel what he wanted. Azazel's smirk confirmed it.

"Of course." The demon said. "I also know you have nothing to bargain with, boy. Your soul already has a one way ticket to the pit. Two, in fact, and revenge on the mind? Killing an angel of all things?"

The demon shook its head and tsked. Dean clenched his jaw and stared back at the demon unflinchingly.

"Cut the bullshit. You wouldn't have agreed to see me unless I had something you were willing to bargain with." Dean told Azazel, and the demon chuckled in amusement.

"Smart boy. Not too smart. But not a complete imbecile either." Azazel said, leaning forward. His eyes raking down Dean's body with no small amount of hunger. But though there was desire in the demon's eyes, that wasn't what made a chill crawl down the young man's spine.

"I have a… client. That might be interested in what you have to offer. Your soul is worthless, but your body… he desires it greatly." Azazel continued. Dean didn't need the demon to elaborate.

"Cain." Dean grit out and the demon's smile broadened.

"Smart." It said again, leaning back again and threading its fingers together as it watched him in amusement. Dean's stomach fell down somewhere to the center of the earth as he recalled Cain's last words whispered in his head before he'd managed to force the fallen angel out of his mind. How once Dean learned what Sam's fate was going to be, Dean would be begging for the bastards help. Dean never wanted to imagine that he was right…

Samuel… it was his fault that his lover was suffering. Hell, even Michael had blamed him for what was happening to Sam now. All because of him… If Dean had never come into Sam's life none of this would have happened. If he'd only died and gone to hell in the first place… like he should have… But give his body to Cain?

"Tick Tock, Dean. Time is running out. It's not such a bad deal. You get everything you want, well, almost. You get the colt, the only human made weapon capable of killing an angel. I'll even throw in a free trip to where you're beloved angel is being held. Oh don't worry, it won't be hard to find, I have ways your angel pals don't. Samuel goes free and I give you three days to spend with said angel however you like. But, once that time is up, you give yourself to Cain willingly. Trust me, Dean. You won't get a better deal anywhere else. In fact, I'd wager it's the only way you'll make it out of here alive." Azazel said, smiling, unaffected by Dean's glare.

Unfortunately the young man knew everything the demon was telling him was probably true. He wasn't going to get a better deal. He wasn't going to find help anywhere else. Not the angels, no one. Sure, Michael might want to help, but he couldn't do anything. He'd said as much. Proper channels… yeah right… the only 'evidence' that Gabriel was even torturing Sam was what Dean saw, and who would believe him? Not even Michael really believed him. How much longer could he just let that fucking bastard rape and torture the man he loved? It was his fault, he had to stop it, whatever the cost… even if Samuel hated him for it…

Hell, maybe they could even use it to their advantage. When he was handed over to Cain, they would again know where to find the fallen angel. Once the bastard had taken over his body, the angels could kill him, kill them both. Michael had said the angels would be coming after him anyway for killing Gabriel. Kill two… three… birds with one stone. Or one bullet.

"It's a deal." Dean finally agreed. The demon's grin was pure evil but Dean didn't even flinch as it stood up and closed the distance between them. The young man closed his eyes and tried not to retch when the foul thing kissed him, and he felt something shift inside of him. Sealing the deal.

"Go home, Dean. One of my… associates… will contact you soon." The demon said when it released him, and Dean couldn't get out of there fast enough. Dean made it all the way outside, back to the alley where he'd met Michael before he finally fell to his knees and vomited.

Samuel sat on a stool in the middle of the room, wrists cuffed, arms chained above his head. He was dressed in clean white clothing, though he knew by the end of their session, some or all of it would be torn off him, or there might be a whipping that resulted in the white shirt sticking to his body in red lines of blood. Eyes downcast, he refused to look at Gariel who was pacing like a caged tiger, ranting at him.

"... and so you defiled yourself, with your dirty little human. With someone whose soul is marked for hell, Samuel, hell. He would be there, but for your interference and you know it."

The air grew a little cooler, though Sam remained motionless. Dean had done a lot of good, he was on the road to redemption. His soul was not marked for hell. His lover was going to march through the gates of heaven when his time came, and he deserved to one thousand times more than Gabriel. He didn't make his arguments out loud though. Gabriel had long ago lost the ability to think logically when it came to Sam, and engaging him only gave Gabriel the satisfaction of interaction.

"I need to understand, help me understand Samuel, why you did this. How he tempted you, how he made you fall. I need to understand so that I may forgive," he said, stopping in front of Sam, cupping his chin and lifting it, then bringing his mouth down over Sam's. "Show me... show me what he did." His fingers bit harder into Sam's jaw, forcing Sam's mouth open. Gabriel plunged his tongue inside, trying desperately to engage Sam, then pulling away and brutally punching him in the face. "Why... why did you let him, and yet you won't let me?"

Sam's tongue caught the bit of blood at the corner of his mouth. The unfortunate thing was that he'd heal. Maybe if he didn't. Maybe if his entire body remained marked up, Gabriel would lose interest. Maybe.

The volume of Gabriel's shouting grew louder with his frustration. He started to insult Dean, telling Sam all the ways that particular human was worthless. He started with the blackness of his soul, to his physical imperfections, to his character defects.

Samuel's eyes grew black, almost black. He tried to ignore the words, tried not to react, but when Gabriel announced he was sleeping in the bed he'd caught the two of them in, Sam lifted his chin and stared darkly at Gabriel.

"What did you do in that bed, Samuel. How did he tempt you, what made you fornicate with him, I saw you... all the dirty things you did. I can almost feel them when I'm in that bed, almost know. Show me--"

Nostrils flaring, Samuel pushed images and feelings into Gabriel's head. He didn't allow him to see Dean but instead showed him the things from Dean's point of view...what he saw when he kissed and touched Sam, coupled with Sam's feelings, and it was overpowering. "You. Can. Never. Compete. Never."

Gabriel fell down on his knees, his face a mask of anger and ecstasy.

Immediately, Sam wished he hadn't succumbed... hadn't struck back... hadn't engaged.

Crawling to Samuel, Gabriel put his hand on Sam's thigh, pushed up his shirt, touching... groping him, like he'd seen the hands in the images in his head. His cock was so hard, he had to believe that this time he would reach completion. "Yes, yes... Samuel, now show me." His mouth grinding against Sam's got him nowhere. He stood up, straddled Sam, pushing him back with the weight of his body, uncaring that the chains pulled on Sam's arms. "I want it... show me... show me what I'm punishing you for... show me... or by all that is holy, Samuel, you will regret it."

The grinding of Gabriel's arousal against his groin and stomach did nothing for Sam. He kept his mouth sealed shut, until Gabriel cut his air off. Then came the beating... in between thrusts, and gropes, Gabriel struck him, demanding he react. The pain was of no consequence to Sam, he took comfort in the fact that for some reason... Gabriel always lost his erection before he tried to penetrate any part of him, that he could never obtain a release. He knew the angel thought if he just responded, then it would be different.

"Do it... you give me what you gave that filthy scum," Gabriel shouted, riding Samuel's lap, his fist clenched around Sam's hair as he pulled his head back and stared into dark eyes, and frosty breaths hanging in the air. "Show me Samuel or I will hurt you, and hurt you and there will be no end to it," he snarled, having tasted the sensations Sam had shown him, wanting that beyond all else.

Dean had done what Azazel told him to do. He had gone home to get ready. To prepare himself, as much as he could, for what was to come.

He had showered, for no other reason than the hopes he could remove some of the stench… the taint… of the demons he’d been surrounded by less than an hour ago. He knew it was probably all in his mind, just a lingering memory, and mere water couldn’t possibly remove such a taint if one existed, but he felt better once he was done. Unfortunately he could also still taste Azazel’s kiss in his mouth even after he brushed his teeth and used mouthwash twice. He hoped that Samuel would not be able to taste it… feel it… the dark mark inside of him from the deal he’d made with the demon.

Dean went to his room and dressed, just a simple shirt and jeans, and then began strapping on his various weapons holsters and his bullet proof vest. He remembered the last time he had done so. When he had gone to Egypt to try to help Samuel and the other angels, where he had first seen Cain…

A shiver ran up his spine as he thought about the fallen angel. Remembering the dream, when Cain had kissed him, and of course the pain he’d felt when the fallen angel had tried to force him out of his own body and take it for his own. Why, if the monster wanted him so badly, he hadn’t tried to come for him in the months Samuel had been gone, when he was unprotected, Dean had no idea. Maybe he’d simply been too busy. Maybe, considering how Dean had fought before, he thought he wouldn’t be able to take him unless Dean was willing for some reason. Maybe he’d just wanted to watch the show, Sam being tortured and him tortured by what was happening to Samuel. Who knew?

Whatever reason, Dean tried to push those thoughts and fears of what would happen when his three days were up as far back into his mind as he could. He couldn’t let those thoughts distract him. One thing at a time. He had to be focused, sharp, if he wanted to save Samuel.

Dean went into the bedroom that he and Samuel had shared for the last year and pulled open Samuel’s closet, then opened the secret compartment. Samuel’s sword was there, gleaming a faint blue as always despite the darkness. So many times Samuel had told him not to touch it, that it could hurt, maybe even kill him, if he did. But Dean couldn’t just leave it here. They might not be able to come back, and they might need it. So Dean went over to the bed and ripped off the top sheet. Returning to the sword he hesitated only a moment. Samuel had said that the sword would burn his hand but he’d seen the angel lay it on the bed harmlessly many times. He hoped this would work.

He wrapped the sheet around the sword as best he could without touching it, and once he did Dean took a deep breath and finally lifted the blade from where it rested. An unpleasant vibrating sensation, much like a mild electric shock, ran up his arms, but that was all. Dean let out the breath he hadn’t even realized he held and brought the sword over to the bed, wrapping it as best he could in the second sheet, being very careful not to touch the actual sword.

After securing it in the leather holster that Dean usually used for his shotgun over his back, Dean waited. He didn’t have to wait for long. He felt the cold darkness long before he heard the knock on the door. Wow, polite for a demon. Strapping the sword to his back and doing his best to ignore the uncomfortable weight, Dean went to open the door.

He was a little surprised when he opened the door to see a man there… who looked like a man… not a grotesque rotting corpse like most demons appeared to him. The only thing really that gave away he wasn’t human, besides the dark evil emanating from the man, was the black bloodied wings spread out behind him. Another fallen angel… great. Though maybe he shouldn’t be surprised. The way Samuel had warded this place, maybe another angel, fallen or otherwise, was the only thing that could even approach Samuel’s home for miles.

“Hello Dean. I see you’re ready to go, let’s not waste anymore time.” The fallen angel said, but Dean didn’t move from the doorway for the moment.

“You have something for me?” Dean prompted, though at this point, even if Azazel had gone back on his deal and not gotten him the colt, he wasn’t sure if he wouldn’t still try to go to Samuel even unarmed. The fallen angel merely chuckled and held out a plain wooden box to him.

“Of course, as promised.” It said and Dean took the box and opened it. The colt lay inside, so unassuming looking that Dean almost wanted to laugh. This was the gun that could kill anything? Dean almost wanted to go out and test it, just to be sure, but what was he going to do if it didn’t work? Sighing, the young man took the gun out of the box and tucked it behind him in the waistband of his jeans. He didn’t want Gabriel to know he had it, if the angel would even know what it was.

“I’m ready.” Dean finally said, taking one last look at his home, Samuel’s home, before he shut the door and followed the fallen angel to the roof.

*

The trip was mercifully brief. Dean wasn’t sure he could have dealt with having the fallen angel’s hands on him for much longer if it hadn’t been. Though it had leered at him, he hadn’t groped him or anything, but Dean still felt violated.

The place that the fallen angel brought him was exactly the way Michael had described it, so he knew this had to be the place. When they finally landed and the fallen angel let him go, Dean couldn’t get away from it fast enough. The fallen angel merely smirked at him.

“This is as far as I go human.” The fallen angel said, giving him one last hungry look before it flew away. Dean shivered, and was almost glad that he was already ‘taken’. Nothing was going to lay a hand on him if he was promised to Cain… a shudder worked its way though his body before he pushed the thought away and turned to the entrance that would lead him down into the buried pyramid.

Dean walked into the dark cave, wishing like hell he’d thought to bring a fucking flashlight with him. Though hearing some of the things skittering around in the dark as he walked deeper into the cave, probably things like snakes and scorpions, maybe it was a good thing he couldn’t see. Well, better snakes and scorpions than whatever else might be lurking around. Gabriel’s ‘protections’, Michael had said.

It wasn’t long before Dean came to the barrier that Michael had mentioned. It glowed a faint blue in the dark and was the only light so far Dean had seen in the cave. Dean pulled one of his regular guns out of its holster and approached the barrier slowly, not sure what to expect from it. Michael had said it was used to keep out other angels, but god knows what it might do to him. When it didn’t react to his presence even after he was standing within inches of it, Dean took a deep breath and slowly reached out. Almost expecting his arm to sizzle off as it passed through, but nothing happened. Dean felt a slight tingling sensation but since his flesh didn’t melt off he figured it was safe enough. Gabriel would never consider a mere human a threat to him.

When Dean passed through the barrier, he immediately felt the difference in the temperature around him. Christ, it was sweltering hot. Like a sauna. No wonder he had thought that Samuel was in hell. The heat was so bad it stung his eyes and made them water but he continued on. Deeper into the cave. Though after a while he noticed that the stone his hand rested on to help him find his way felt less like cave walls and more like a regular wall. He must be in the pyramid now.

It was still too dark for him to see, but his ears were working just fine. He thought he heard voices, just whispers, but his heart sped up and he walked faster. Ignoring how the crunching beneath his boots felt less like stone and more brittle, snapping sounds like twigs with every step he took. The deep hissing growl from behind him made Dean freeze and suddenly he knew what was crunching beneath his feet. Bones…

Dean cursed and turned, firing into the darkness. His gunshots like thunder echoing through the empty ancient halls. So much for the element of surprise. The loud roar of pain from whatever creature was in the room with him told him he’d hit his mark, the powerful blow that knocked him back into the wall told him he hadn’t killed it.

Gabriel hadn't lied. There was no end to the pain. The images he'd show Gabriel seemed to have pushed the archangel over the edge, so far that he was relentless in striking Samuel again and again. When his bare hands were not enough, didn't draw Samuel out of his silent shell, Gabriel used a length of chain to beat him. The same type of chain that kept Samuel restrained.

The stool was kicked out from under him. His face, his body was a sticky mess of blood. His legs no longer supported him, so he hung from the roof of the cavern, arms being pulled out of their sockets, hardly adding to the misery of pain he felt across every inch of his body. He'd been in hell, and this was worse. To be taken to hell by a man who was your brother, a man who loved you for centuries, who fought at your back and in front of you.

Just as sweet oblivion started to claim him, Sam heard what he knew was the ricochet of bullets. The snarling, he couldn't identify, but he assumed it was some sort of warding creature. When the next blow from the chain never came, and it slithered to the ground, he forced his eyes open in time to see Gabriel stride out of the dark, stone room. Groaning, he wanted to find the cool darkness again... but something stirred within him. His mind wasn't working fast, but bits of a puzzle suddenly seemed to fall into place. Gun shots. A lover who had touched his mind and knew his predicament. A rebel, with or without a cause. Dean.

Pushing up so his legs bore his weight again, heart pounding with fear, with dread, with hope, Sam reached out. He's coming. Hide... hide behind Michael... Dean, he won't allow you to live. He was certain now, that while Gabriel had made a promise he would have kept, if Dean knew what he was up to, nothing would stop him from trying to end Dean. Nothing. And the images he'd shown Gabriel... his anger, his jealousy had risen to new heights. There would be no reasoning with him. There hadn't been for a long time now.

*

As Gabriel walked out of the narrow stone corridor into the cavernous room, light erupted from the walls. "You!" His face was a mask of dark anger, beautiful and horrific. He pointed at Dean, focusing a jagged bolt of lightening at him, and shouting with anger as his ward got in the way and was reduced to ash. "Human. You will no longer be the bane of my existence," he said, pointing again.

*

The entire structure rocked, and Samuel knew it was Gabriel. He could taste his power in the air. The silence after told him that Michael wasn't there, or was incapacitated. He tried to mentally reach Michael, and when that failed, he tried for Dean again, deathly afraid.

The wind kicked up in the small room. Shouting, he pulled on the chains, a jagged crack forming on the ancient stone ceiling, but holding. "No. Nooo," grabbing hold of the chains, he pulled again, his eyes going pitch black.

Dean could hear the creature, whatever it was, stomping around in the darkness. The crunching of long dried bones of its previous meals being crushed under its huge feet telling the young man where it was, but he still couldn’t see it. He was shooting blind and he had no idea when or from what direction the thing might attack again. The whoosh of air his only warning and he managed to duck and jump out of the way, hearing the loud screech like nails on a chalk board multiplied by a hundred and feeling the spray of stone raining down on him telling him he barely avoided the swipe of claws.

He heard his lover’s words in his head and it was his only warning. The sudden, literally blinding, light that erupted in the room was far from welcome at the moment, but at least it managed to distract and blind the creature as well. Dean heard Gabriel’s enraged voice before the young man managed to blink the stars from his eyes. His own rage at seeing the angel that had been torturing his lover was tempered only by the realization that Gabriel wasn’t about to pull any punches this time when he saw the angel raise his hand.

Cursing, Dean scrambled up from the debris covered ground, running for cover even though he knew he wasn’t going to make it. Turns out it didn’t matter because the creature, that Dean could now see looked like some kind of giant salamander, lunged for his fleeing “meal” at the same time Gabriel let out his attack. The shock wave sent him sprawling back on the floor as the giant creature exploded into smoke and ash in a way that was actually a little anti-climatic. But Dean certainly wasn’t about to stand around and let Gabriel do the same to him.

Dean could feel Samuel’s fear, fear for him, and he didn’t hesitate drawing the colt from behind him, aiming it at the angel just as the fucker’s hand began to glow blue again. Just like in a fucking wild west showdown, Dean fired.

Seeing the pathetic human raise the pathetic weapon at him, Gabriel gave a nasty laugh and felt the power rise inside him like a tide. Focusing everything he had, he started to let out a bolt of murderous electric energy when a bullet struck him in the chest. Instead of bouncing harmlessly off, it sank deep inside his flesh and found his internal organs. "No..." he said with disbelief, looking down at his body.

Blue light lit up every vein and artery in his body, rising to the surface of his skin, flashing, burning... and then his insides were liquefied. When he crumpled to the ground, the trium was wiped from his expression, and blood dripped from the corner of his mouth.

*

"Dean! Dean!" Samuel shouted hoarsely, fearing for his lover. Wishing Michael would answer, hoping... hoping to God Dean hadn't come alone. Oh God, if he died... if Dean died, this would all be for nothing. Nothing. "Dean!" He tugged harder on the chains, pieces of the roof falling around him, on him, threatening to bury him.

For a few heartbeats, Dean was certain his remains were going to end up needing to be swept up with a broom. After all, what the fuck was one little bullet supposed to do against a creature that could vaporize him into a cloud of smoke with barely a flick of his wrist? Michael was right. He was foolish, cocky, arrogant... and if he died here and now who was going to save Samuel? The thought of his lover at Gabriel’s mercy for the next two hundred years, or however long Samuel’s ‘punishment’ lasted, was more terrifying than the thought of his immanent death.

A death that never happened.

Despite the terribly powerful energy that Dean could feel crackling in the room, he was still alive. It was only then that the young man realized that Gabriel’s expression had changed from an almost sadistic glee to one of utter disbelief. Dean realized his own expression almost mirrored the angel’s as he watched the bright blossom of red spreading out across Gabriel’s chest. Then Dean had to shield his eyes from the blinding light that seemed to erupt from inside the angel’s body.

By the time the light had faded and Dean dropped his hand, Gabriel was laying on the ground unmoving. Dean thought he would have felt satisfaction staring into those wide and vacant eyes... but he didn’t. He wasn’t sure what he felt, but a second later he pushed all thoughts of the angel he had killed from his mind as he pushed himself up off the ground. Sparing neither a glance or a thought more for Gabriel as he ran for the passage that the angel had emerged from. His heart beating so hard in his chest he thought it might just burst free from his ribs.

“Sam!” Dean shouted, though he froze and practically choked on his next breath when he saw his lover again for the first time. Even the dreams... visions of Sam being tortured... was nothing compared to seeing the results with his own eyes. Samuel chained and covered in blood from head to toe.

Seeing Sam fighting to free himself from the chains, the crumbling pieces of the ceiling falling down around Samuel, spurred the young man into action and he ran to his lover. Not really caring that the huge crumbling ceiling could come down at any moment. He had to get Sam out of those fucking chains before the ceiling came down on top of him!

“How the fuck do you open these!” Dean cursed in frustration when he realized there didn’t seem to be any place for a key on the cuffs.

"Dean!" Unable to believe his eyes, Samuel stopped struggling and just feasted on the sight of his love... alive. He'd survived Gabriel. He was here, in the flesh, cursing up a storm, unafraid, acting the role of 'avenging angel' to the hilt. Samuel felt the crazy need to laugh warring with the need to pull Dean close, hold him tightly in his arms, prove to himself this was real, that it was no illusion, no memory he'd called up to help make the torture bearable, no daydream he was spinning out of wishes.

Was there an army of angels out there with him? Had Dean been able to sway Michael, and others? He could believe anything of his silver tongued lover, nothing seemed to stop him when he was motivated.

Dean's question brought him back to his senses. "Leave... I'll come, leave!" he commanded, looking up at the falling stone. His lover was fragile, he'd break, he'd shatter, he'd be killed. "Please... this can't kill me," he explained, but the stubborn jutting of Dean's chin told him he didn't have a prayer of being left. Letting out a deep sigh, he nodded toward the doorway. "At least wait there. This... it's forged in the same way as my sword, unbreakable. I have to pull it free free," he said, eyes burning, willing Dean to listen to him.

Please... do not let this be for nothing. Keep yourself safe for a few moments while I get free. There was a high risk of burying himself under rubble, and even Dean... even if he waited just outside, but he was left with no choices... no good ones, thanks to his stubborn human love. A few minutes more of patience. He mentally pleaded.

When Samuel finally spoke, telling him to leave of all things, Dean could only stop and gape at the angel for a moment as though he’d lost his mind completely. He wasn’t just going to fucking leave! Sam had to be crazy if he thought Dean was just going to let him be buried alive under a mountain of rock!

Dean shook his head. His expression hardening with determination. He was not going to leave Sam! Even if it meant they’d both die here and now, at least they’d die together.

But then Sam was reassuring him that it wouldn’t kill him. Dean couldn’t help but look at Sam doubtfully. Sam looked so fucking… broken… already. Even if Sam was telling him the truth… he wouldn’t put it past the angel to lie to him about this just to get him to move out from under the falling rocks… the thought of Sam suffering even more pain.

Dean couldn’t simply ignore Sam’s pleas however. If Sam was telling the truth, if Dean stayed here and died and Sam survived his lover would never forgive himself. So the young man grudgingly nodded, even more reluctantly releasing Sam and backing away from the angel to stand in the doorway. Feeling just as helpless watching this as he had while he watched Gabriel torturing and raping his love…

“Don’t you dare leave me.” Dean found himself repeating the words he’d said, god it felt like a lifetime ago, the last time Sam had nearly been buried alive.

Too weary to speak, Samuel brushed Dean's mind, giving him the reassurance he wanted. At the same time, he could sense Dean's desperation, his deep seated fears. Even those emotions were better than nothing... the nothing he'd had all these months. He'd gotten used to having Dean in there, touching his mind now and again, and when that had been cut off for the most part, it had been as hellish as the physical abuse.

Summoning every bit of strength that he could, eyes on his lover, he pulled hard, his muscle bulging and straining against the rock into which the chains had been embedded by Gabriel. Larger stones fell, hitting him on the shoulders, on the head, sand and pebbles raining down at the same time. The stone around the metal spike in the ceiling cracked. One more tug, using the full weight of his body, and the chain fell to the ground.

Bending over with a groan, Sam collected the lengths of chain and ran out to Dean. Closing his eyes tight, he managed to call up some robes to cover his nudity, then wrapped the chain around his elbow and shoulder a few times for ease of movement. The ancient pyramid was coming apart, and they had no time. He brushed his mouth carefully against Dean's, just the lightest touch, not wanting to get any blood or grime on him. "Where are the others?"

The look from Dean was enough to tell him. Alone? You came alone?. That knowledge was about enough to drive Samuel down to his knees. Disbelief. Sheer terror for Dean almost froze him in place, but the knowledge that his lover could die here pushed him into action. "Lead... let's get out," he whispered hoarsely, now fighting against becoming an emotional wreck.

He followed Dean, stumbling a little though his injuries would heal... much faster once he was outside of Gabriel's control. He allowed white light to shine from his alabaster body, to light the way in the dark. Just when he was about to ask about the archangel, they entered a stone chamber and he saw the body. Before passing it, he dropped down to his knees, and closed Gabriel's eyes. Saying a quick prayer, he got up, his eyes meeting belligerent greens.

It was so damned hard to stay back. Watching… fucking helpless… as more rocks, larger rocks, began to fall down around and on Samuel. Rocks large enough that if they’d hit him they would have broken his bones, caved in his skull, if they’d fallen on him. It wouldn’t hurt Samuel, wouldn’t kill him… Dean had to repeat that over and over in his mind, forcing himself to believe it. Refusing to think about what could happen if the entire ceiling came down on top of his lover before Sam could pull the chain free…

Finally the rock around the chain gave and it was all Dean could do not to run towards Samuel, to wait for the angel to come to him. As soon as Sam was within his reach, he grabbed onto the angel, supporting him, not giving a rats ass about the blood and grime covering him. The quick kiss Samuel gave him not nearly enough, but no matter how desperately he wanted it to continue he knew they couldn’t stay here. The whole structure was shaking now, threatening to fall on top of them.

When Sam asked him where the ‘others’ were, Dean wasn’t sure how to answer. Hell, there wasn’t even time to answer. He could feel Sam’s panic when he realized, without Dean having to say anything, that he’d come alone. Dean couldn’t even address that either, he could only nod at Sam’s ‘suggestion’ that he lead them out of here.

Dean supported his lover as they made their way as quickly as possible out of the crumbling ancient structure, but then Sam suddenly stopped. Dean could only watch, the anger that he hadn’t had time to feel when he’d killed the angel suddenly rushing back full force seeing Sam kneeling beside him… praying for the bastard that had tortured him all these months. The satisfaction that had escaped him before was now fully present, he was very glad that the angel was dead. Gabriel didn’t fucking deserve such consideration, especially from Sam.

The young man said nothing however when Sam’s eyes met his again, he simply grabbed Sam and started leading him out the way he’d come in, faster now as the floor beneath them shook. Large bolder sized pieces of wall and ceiling coming down faster and faster. Dean had almost forgotten about the barrier, the one that Michael said he couldn’t pass through, until they reached the spot where the young man remembered it being. Thankfully it was no longer there, gone now that Gabriel was dead, and he urged Sam on faster. Practically running now as fast as Sam could handle.

When they finally reached the mouth of the cave, the sight of the bright starry night beyond never looked so damned good.

With Dean's help, Samuel made it outside and then collapsed onto the ground, rolling over onto his back and looking up. "Free." He didn't know if he was asking, if he was stating a fact. His mind was swimming with possibilities and questions. How had Dean managed this... alone. How had he killed Gabriel. What would be the consequences? But even as those serious questions stormed through his mind, he reached out for Dean.

When he lover dropped down next to him, Samuel ran his hand lightly over his face, pulling back when Dean would have kissed him. I want to wash him, and the grime off first. He managed a smile, and continued his exploration of every plane of Dean's face. In his eyes, Sam could see the anguish from months of loneliness, he didn't even have to read it in his mind. Dean's face was drawn and pale. There were shadows under his eyes. He looked... he was a reflection of what Samuel felt like in those early days when Dean had left him in the heat of anger.

He licked his lips, catching a tear that had gathered in the corner of Dean's eye. "I'm sorry. For not being here. For you." He swallowed, tried to think. "We have to get away from here. Find a safe place, not... not my home. First... I need to get my sword... No, safe place first, then I'll retrieve it," he decided, though he was having trouble thinking clearly. One thing he was certain of was that he did not want to expose Dean to anymore danger.

Dean collapsed down next to Samuel when the angel’s strength just seemed to give out, and he would have been terrified by that, except for the look on his lover’s face when Sam touched him. Free… Samuel was free… he’d done it… he’d saved Sam… He felt tears burning in his eyes before he could stop them and he honestly wasn’t sure if he was shaking, if Sam was, or if the ground itself was trembling from the collapsing pyramid.

Overwhelmed… yeah, that didn’t begin to cover it.

He was more than a little surprised when he went to kiss Samuel however, needing that vital touch, that vital proof that this was real so damned badly, and the angel pulled away from him. Dean wanted to protest that he didn’t give a damn about the blood or grime or… anything else… he just wanted to touch and love Samuel.

But for months, for months Sam had been imprisoned, unable to refuse what Gabriel had tried to do to him… Dean certainly wasn’t going to protest or force Sam to do anything he didn’t want to. No matter how much Dean might want it, he could wait. Instead he gave his lover a shaky smile and nod, turning his face into Sam’s gentle caressing fingers and kissing them instead.

At Samuel’s apology, Dean’s eyes fairly snapped back to the angel’s. Narrowed slightly.

“Don’t you dare apologize to me for any of this. Not when it was my fault…” Dean’s voice broke a little, his words catching in his throat like broken glass. His fault… all his fault… Even Michael had said so. If he’d never lived, if Samuel had never saved him from hell, Sam would have never been hurt this way. Gabriel… even if the angel had been a complete bastard to him, he had loved Sam once, he never would have done those things to Samuel if he hadn’t seen them together… and now Dean had promised himself to Cain…

Dean pushed those thoughts down far away, he simply couldn’t deal with them now, and he didn’t want them accidentally leaking over their bond to Sam either. When Sam said they needed to leave, go somewhere safe, Dean nodded.

“I have your sword. I brought it with me.” Dean told the angel, unbuckling the holster from his back and handing over the blade wrapped in bed sheets to his lover. He’d almost forgotten about it. He was glad he’d thought to bring it with him.

"Shshsh, let's not play the fault game. This is too precious a moment for that," Samuel told him, smiling gently as he moved to sit up.

He was more than a little surprised that Dean had his sword. Cocking his head, he saw it was wrapped up, that his lover had heeded his warning and not touched it. This moment would never have come if he hadn't... "Dean Winchester, you are nothing short of a miracle, and don't you dare contradict me. Not after what you did here, and not when you managed to bring me the one thing I need."

Taking the sword by its hilt, Sam twisted his wrist around a few times, letting the flaps of cloth fall off to reveal the shiny metal. It glinted under the moonlight, pure white. Using it, he pushed himself up and took a few breaths. He gathered his strength, which was quickly rushing back to him, now that he was outside, and markings on the prison walls no longer drained his energies. Even the blood that had been caked on his body was disappearing.

He reached his hand out to Dean. "I can fly us now."

* * *

Twenty minutes later, Samuel dropped down onto the balcony of a turret, on a building which had four large towers. It was located in New England and was an old hotel that had been build in the baronial style, like a castle. In recent years, it had been converted to condominiums, and Samuel had one of the three story towers to himself. The space wasn't very large. The first floor was the livingroom and kitchen area, the spiral stairs took you to the second story where there was a single large bedroom, and then there was a library on the top floor, where the balcony was located.

The wind rustled through the trees, and the doors opened. Both men walked inside, and Samuel closed them behind him. His books. A fireplace. A desk, and soft sofas... And here he'd thought he was not attached to material things. Perhaps he was not, but he could appreciate them when he contrasted them to cold stone surroundings.

"I'm going to do something now... angel proof this place. You must promise me that you will never use it against me," Samuel said, speaking softly, but his eyes intense, face grim. It was something he'd never taught Dean, for fear that Dean would hide again, and make it even more difficult to locate him, than he had the last time.

Taking his sword, he sliced his forearm. From the desk, he grabbed a pen, and walked back to the window. Dipping the pen into his dripping blood, he started to write on the window, ancient words in angel script. "Angel proofing," he explained.

Ten minutes later, he'd put the symbols on each floor of the house, and they were on the second level, in the bedroom.

"I'll be in the shower. Give me five minutes, then join me?" Samuel's gaze swept over his lover's face. "So I can greet you properly. Then we can plan the rest of our lives." It wouldn't be simple, but it could be done. They could stay in hiding and live their lives, together, the way they were meant to be.

Everything was happening so quickly. Rushing past him the same way the ground below them had sped past while Samuel had flown them here. It figured, Dean supposed, in a sick twist of irony. That the months he’d spent without Samuel, his lover imprisoned, tortured, and nothing Dean could do about it, had dragged by like an eternity. Now that Samuel was safe and they were together again… now that Dean had only three days before he had to pay his due for the deal he’d made, that everything was happening so fast.

Despite Sam’s words, the angel’s insistence that they not talk about blame at a time like this, Dean couldn’t stop thinking about it. He was overjoyed that Samuel was safe now, that he had managed to rescue the angel, and his lover was free… but that did not undo the pain and suffering that Samuel had endured because of him. What would the angel say when Dean finally told him the price he’d paid for Sam’s freedom?

Samuel had called him a miracle… Dean certainly did not feel anything of the sort. If anything, he felt like a curse.

He’d watched as Sam moved around the space that would be their home… for the next three days at least. Dean hadn’t known Samuel had this place, and he could only hope that the other angels didn’t know of it either. Though Michael might… Dean wondered exactly what the symbols Sam was drawing in blood actually meant. What did they do? The young hunter committed them to memory anyway. Maybe he would ask Sam later… if he had the time…

Dean followed his lover upstairs to the bedroom, managing a small smile and nod when Sam said he was going to take a shower and that he should join him. Though the young man felt his heart constrict painfully at the same time he managed to keep it from his face and out of his thoughts filtering towards Samuel. He watched the angel go, then collapsed heavily on the bed, hanging his head in his hands.

The weight of the colt tucked into the back of his pants suddenly felt like a noose around his throat. He didn’t regret what he’d done. The deal he’d made. If he hadn’t made the deal then Samuel would not be with him now. Sam would still be imprisoned, he would still be enduring torture, and in unimaginable pain. That thought was unbearable to Dean and he knew his life was a small price to pay for Sam’s freedom… but he knew the angel would not think so.

He knew he had to tell Samuel. He couldn’t just disappear and Sam not know why, he just… didn’t know how. He couldn’t… not yet… To say that Sam wouldn’t take it well would be the understatement of the century and… Dean just wanted one day, hell even a few hours for everything to be perfect. To savor the moment. For them to be happy, together… after so long apart was that too much to ask?

Dean scrubbed his hands over his face and stood. He took the colt and placed it carefully on the nightstand, then proceeded to strip off the rest of his weapons, armor, and clothes. It had been five minutes. Dean headed into the bathroom to be with his love.

Samuel stood still for a few minutes as the scalding hot water poured over him, burning his flesh and making his skin go too pink. He wanted all evidence of Gabriel's touches gone. Because of his nature, each time he'd healed between the torturous sessions with the archangel, his body had sloughed off all impurities, but psychologically... he needed the purification by water.

Memories of Gabriel sweating over him, making his demands, wanting to be inside him but mercifully at least failing in that... Sam clenched his jaw. Purifying his mind would be a lot more difficult, but he didn't want this to affect Dean. He would make sure it did not.

Taking the soap, he lathered his hands and scrubbed every inch of his skin... twice. Out there, in the other room, was his past and his future. His lover, his life. The man who'd been prepared to sacrifice his own life to get him out of Gabriel's clutches, and had done it alone. It was unfathomable. It was... pure love, the strongest type... against the rules or not.

Hearing the door open, he adjusted the water temperature and pushed the glass shower door aside, eyes feasting on a sight he thought he would never see again. "Dean..." he put his hand out, taking Dean's and pulling hims inside, up hard against his body, mouth descending hungrily over his lover's. Their mouths slid together, Samuel pushing his tongue inside, tangling it immediately with Dean's, groaning softly. This is home. You are home, my home.

He swept his tongue across the roof of Dean's mouth, then explored every corner, one hand moving up to cup the back of Dean's head as he held him in place and worked his mouth back and forth, tasting, remembering, loving. With each slide of his body against Dean, Sam got hard... needing the connection that had been all theirs. Funny how Gabriel hadn't been able to take that way from him... never been with him like that.

He kissed Dean's throat, whispering words of undying love. He searched his body, so familiar, almost like an extension of is own. He was bending down onto his knees, his mouth slipping downward to Dean's belly as his hands swept over Dean's arms shoulders and arms, pulling them apart, pressing them against the tile away from Dean's body as Sam ran his palms toward Dean's wrists and suddenly stopped.

Shock reverberated through the angel as he felt the puckered skin. Pulling his head back, he inspected. "How? How could you be so brave... to come get me... and... and this?" he demanded, anguish pushing away every other emotion. "I'd rather die a thousand deaths Dean, I'd rather be there in Gabriel's clutches, I swear I would... then to have your soul condemned to hell." Anger, disappointment, tears, fear for the one he loved.... did he not understand that redemption was a long road, and that this slip up took them back to day one. Leaning his forehead against Dean's belly, he tried... tried to understand... tried to rein in his emotions.

Dean opened the door to the bathroom and he stopped. For a moment he could only stand there in the doorway staring at the perfection before him. Samuel… his lover… his beautiful lover… his love. Oh god, he never thought he would see this again, have this again. It seemed like a dream… he was afraid to move, to even breathe, afraid the dream would shatter. Afraid he would wake up and be alone again…

But then Samuel opened the shower door, said his name, held out his hand, and Dean knew it was real. He went to the angel and put his hand in Samuel’s, letting his lover guide him inside, and suddenly it was all perfect. Dean didn’t care about the past or the future as Samuel held him, kissed him, loved him. He returned the angel’s kiss just as desperately, clung to Sam with just as much need. Crushing his lips to the angel’s, holding him tight enough to bruise, and he didn’t care.

I love you. I love you so damned much.

Dean let the angel guide him, just as the first time. He closed his eyes and tilted his head back, inviting more of Sam’s kisses. He let Sam push him back against the smooth tiled wall. Moaning and whispering words of encouragement, need, and love.

Yes. God yes.

He ran his fingers through Sam’s wet hair, holding the angel close as his lover kissed his way down his stomach. Though he let the angel take his hands and guide his hands back to the wall, trusting completely…

Then he felt Sam’s fingers move down his arms and pause at his wrists. His lover’s fingers guiding over the fresh scars that had not had time to heal completely yet. Dean felt his throat close as he opened his eyes and looked down into his lover’s heartbroken eyes.

“Don’t you dare say that.” Dean said with just as much emotion, just as seriously, and with just as much conviction. “I love you. I thought… you were in hell. I only wanted to be with you, I didn’t care… I don’t care what happens to me… I needed to save you…”

Rebellious to the core. Passionate... human... he did not see the error of his ways, that was clear to Samuel, even as his heart shattered into pieces. How was he supposed to keep him... his ward... his lover safe, here and into eternity, if he gave up eternity again and again? "Save my body, at the cost of your soul? That is not a fair trade Dean."

Samuel's voice broke. He took a breath. "I want you to care about what happens to you. I saved you. I pulled you out of hell. I don't want to... I cannot lose you to it again, and again," he was shaking with emotion, eyes darkening, the water from the shower blowing away from them. "Do you understand, Dean?" His hand slipped up his lover's body, to cover his heart. "Flesh gets old... dies... injuries heal or kill you. Eternity... is forever, and your soul... it is more precious to me, than anything... anything. Some would say that is blasphemy... but it is the truth."

He wasn't aware of it, but he had Dean pressed against the tile and wasn't allowing him room to leave. "I am the opposit of hell, I am the opposite of demons, I need you to choose me... choose my Father, over them, every time Dean. Everytime, no matter the cost. It is the only thing I ask of you. Please..."

Dean simply couldn’t stand looking into Sam’s eyes anymore, they were so full of pain, pain he had caused, and knowing he would only cause the angel even more he had to look away. It was becoming obvious that he couldn’t even have this. One moment to be happy with Samuel… not one moment… because he couldn’t give his lover what he was asking. He supposed it was a fitting punishment. For all the pain he had caused, and was going to cause, the one he loved.

He didn’t protest as Sam pinned him even more firmly against the wet shower wall. Even when he couldn’t move. Even when his chest began to ache a little from the pressure of Samuel’s hand against his ribs. The slight discomfort was nothing compared to the pain in his heart though.

“My soul is worthless. It’s always been worthless. I belong in hell. You never should have rescued me from it. All the pain you went through… what happened to Gabriel… none of it would have happened if I’d died like I should have back in the asylum.” Dean swallowed hard, trying to force down the pain that tried to choke off his words, leaving them unsaid. But he had to say them. He owed Samuel that much.

“My arrogance, my selfishness… caused all of this… Michael was right. I am to blame. No one else… and there’s no way I can ever make it right. I have no choice anymore. I… made a deal with a demon. That’s how I was able to get to you and the gun... My soul was worthless to trade with because it was already bound for hell. So I gave him my body instead. In three days… it will belong to Cain.”

Each time Dean called his soul worthless, each time he claimed it would have been better if he'd died, Samuel flinched. Your words... if you believe them... then you betray everything we are to each other. I would do it again, and again for five minutes of what we had... what we have. It is worth it, to me. It's a wondrous gift. If you had died... I'd never know what it is to live. If not for the water, hot tears would be streaming down Samuel's cheeks. This wasn't the reunion he had imagined.

Had he been arrogantt? Had he really thought he'd fixed Dean? His love wasn't enough to do that, he'd been fooling himself. Sure there had been great strides. Dean was more confident. He was hunting and righting his wrongs, gaining redemption at a much faster pace than he would, but for his self sacrificing ways. But inside... he still felt worthless, he was still the boy Samuel had found in the asylum, blaming himself for everything that happened, and wanting to die... not caring where he went.

About to pull his lover into his arms, Samuel froze as Dean revealed what he'd done. "Cain." The blast of cold air inside the shower froze the water. The ramifications of Dean's actions quickly sifted through Sam's mind. Dean had again condemned his soul, and now his body too. And not just to any demon, to Samuel's nemises. "Then I am dead. Because I will not fight him in your body." He pronounced the obvious... Cain's plan... everything he'd warned Dean against.

Failure was common to angels, when dealing with humans. But this was personal... a personal failure, a crushing blow. It was an end, worse than any Gabriel could have heaped on him. Cold and numb as the the frozen water, he hardly noticed the ice shattering around him, or the glass... when he walked right through the shower enclosure, rivulets of his blood leaving trails on the stark white tile as he walked out of the bathroom.

Betrayal…

Maybe he had betrayed Samuel, from the very beginning. When the angel had first told him ‘no’ and Dean had pushed. Using everything in his power to get what he’d wanted, Samuel… he had betrayed the angel. If he’d only listened…

Michael was right. Gabriel was right. Samuel… was right. It hurt to hear. Hearing it from Michael had been bad enough but hearing it from Samuel… It hurt more than he’d ever imagined. But it was no less than what he deserved.

Dean closed his eyes against the tears that tried to escape him, even if they would have been masked by the shower. Of course he felt the icy cold surround him, making him shiver, in respond to Samuel’s emotions. His pain… his anger…

No less than what he deserved, Dean reminded himself over and over, however that did not stop the sob that welled up in his throat when he felt the angel’s hands leave him. When he heard the shattering of glass and when Samuel… left him… it broke from him. Seemed to shake him to the core, as his legs gave out beneath him, and he slid down the wall. He crumbled both physically and emotionally amid shards of ice and glass, not really caring how they cut him.

If flesh didn’t matter, then why did Samuel care what happened to his body once Cain took it? Dean almost wanted to ask but he had put his lover through enough pain. He would never ask Samuel to kill him, even if it was only his body he was destroying. Besides, he wouldn’t have to. The other angels would be searching for him soon enough, they’d find him, sooner if he gave them some help. They would want revenge on him for killing Gabriel. They would come to kill him. Maybe in the process they could kill Cain as well.

Dean forced his eyes open and swallowed hard. Forced himself to stand and turn off the lukewarm shower water, wincing a little at the glass that cut his feet when he got out, but not really caring. Following the trail of blood already there into the other room.

However when he entered the bedroom he didn’t look up from the floor. Didn’t look at Samuel as he bent to gather up his clothes and pulled them back on even though he hadn’t dried off. He didn’t say anything as he made his way as quietly as he could back downstairs so he wouldn’t… disturb… the angel with his presence. He wanted to say… something… but ‘sorry’ just didn’t seem to cut it right now.

Maybe he should leave… he didn’t want to leave… Samuel hadn’t told him to go… but the angel certainly didn’t seem to want him there either.

Samuel had a towel wrapped around his waist as he stood looking out the window. Even when he heard Dean walk in, take his clothes and take his leave, he didn't turn or speak. He was deep in mediation, trying to bring sense to the situation which even in his strangest and worst nightmares, he had not seen coming.

His body started to obtrude pieces of glass that had been lodged in him, and the cuts were started to heal and close. However, the invisible wound in his heart bled invisible blood, and would not heal as easily. Once he'd considered himself an unbreakable force, now he knew only too well what ... or rather who... his achilles heel was. A man with brilliant green eyes, a mouth that sometimes belonged on a sailor, brave... sometimes to the point of foolishness, generous but unwittingly selfish at the same time, one who hated and feared evil and yet dealt with it, a youth too sure of himself, and yet equally sure of his lack of worth at the same time, one who made spur of the moment decisions based upon what his heart told him, not his brain... flawed.

In short... he was human.

The ache within Samuel sharpened. Wasn't he the angel who loved humanity because of its imperfections, because of... not in spite of the scars? Wasn't that precisely why he had fallen for one Dean Winchester?

As things became more clear to the angel, it occurred to him that Dean might try to leave. With a single thought, a cold wind swept through the multi-story townhouse, shutters slamming down over the windows, the door sealing and suddenly impenetrable, every opening to the house covered if not by man made structures, than by an angel's seal. Angel's wouldn't find them because of his markings. Now Caine couldn't find them either.

Donning his angel's robes and allowing his wings to unfurl... now snow white due to the penance he'd endured, he strode the stairs and walked down into the living room, his gaze seeing Dean's. "I won't give you up to him. I can't." His jaw pulsed, his eyes darkening as they tracked his lover. "No more than you could give me up to Gabriel."

The sudden slamming of the shudders over the windows startled Dean out of his thoughts, and he knew he didn’t have a choice anymore. A part of him wanted to feel relieved that apparently Sam didn’t want him to leave after all… but another part of him evilly spoke up that maybe he simply hadn’t left fast enough. That Sam’s attempt had been to lock him out, not to keep him here.

With nothing left to do, Dean sighed heavily and sat down on the couch. His elbows resting on his knees, staring at his hands, waiting… He didn’t have to wait as long as he’d expected, and the young man honestly wasn’t sure if that was a good or bad thing. Or if there was even a difference anymore.

Dean glanced up briefly when he heard Sam come down the stairs. The sight of the angel looking… well… like an angel had emotion welling up in the young man’s throat again threatening to choke him. It was so blessedly different from the way he had been forced to see Samuel for the last three months, but seeing the angel standing in front of him looking so… perfect… so pure…

By comparison Dean felt as twisted, ugly, and deformed as any demon. Michael’s words came back to haunt him, as did Gabriel’s, and the demon Azazel’s, and Dean’s gaze fell back to the floor in shame. He could not hide the evil thing that he was anymore than demons could hide their true appearance from him. Maybe that was the real reason he could always see them when other humans couldn’t. Because he was just like them…

“What happens when I break my end of the deal?” Dean finally asked softly, not looking up from the floor. He wasn’t really arguing with the angel, Dean simply did not have that in him right now, he genuinely didn’t know.

“You won’t.”

The words hung between them.

As the silence dragged on, Sam refined the plan in his mind. It would work, it made sense and it would work. Cain would not see this trap, it would feed into his beliefs that he understood humans, knew what made them tick. He’d touched Dean’s mind, had been there for a while. He would have seen that Dean would do anything for his lover, and that he was one to meet his end of bargains. Otherwise, why wouldn’t Cain have gone with him?

“Dean?” He waited for his love to look up. “For twenty four hours after you debt is called, we will let him think you have disappeared and are in hiding. Here... he will not sense your presence, not until we unseal this place,” he nodded, moving closer, his gaze glued to Dean’s face. He’d missed him so much, what was one more hurdle?

“We will make him think that you tried to meet your end of the bargain, but I prevented you. The first opportunity you got, you trapped me in a ring of holy oil... like a devil’s trap,” he explained, “and unsealed the house.” He took a breath. “He will come to collect your body and you will distract him... delay him. The ring of fire won't hold me because it won't be holy oil, and I will be there to send him to a permanent death. My sword will be hidden where I can get to it. I'll attack him when he is at his weakest... trying to abandon his body for yours."

Samuel came to his knees next to Dean and looked up into his face. "This... this plan is as dangerous as the last one you volunteered for. That one didn't go off as planned. There's a good chance..." He didn't say the words, didn't want to face the fact that he could lose Dean all over again.

He wouldn’t? Dean couldn’t help but be a little surprised by the angel’s response. But Sam had said he wouldn’t give him up… Not that he wanted Samuel to try to get him out of his deal. Alright, that was a lie, he did. But he supposed he couldn’t expect the angel to try to clean up his mess for him. Dean had gotten himself into this of his own free will. He’d made the deal to save Samuel, and he’d do it again in a heartbeat if he had to. He guessed he just… hadn’t expected Sam to give up on him so easily.

Why shouldn’t Sam give up on him? Give him up… he’d caused the angel nothing but pain, after all, again and again…

When Samuel said his name, Dean did his best to brace himself. Trying not to show his fear and grief, trying to put on a brave front for the angel when he met Sam’s eyes. It was the least he could do. Not to make this any harder for Samuel. Though he knew he failed when he finally lifted his face to the angel.

Twenty four hours? Let Cain come here to… collect him… distract him? Sam was going to try to kill Cain? But… what if he couldn’t ‘distract’ Cain? What if Cain just took his body before Sam could do anything? What if Cain just killed Samuel? Samuel didn’t have to finish his sentence. He understood. There was a good chance one or both of them would be killed doing this. But what else could he do besides hand himself over to Cain? He was dead either way.

Dean had no other ideas, no other plans, no other hope… at least this way there was the slim chance of taking out Cain. Taking him out before he could use his body to kill more people.

“Alright.” Dean finally answered with a small nod.

“Just alright?” Samuel cocked his head, searching Dean’s face, trying to filter through his thoughts and emotions. Usually, Dean was a lot more vocal, anxious to give his two cents, and now... now when his life hanged in balance, he’d gone silent.

“There’s one other alternative, you know.” The angel took a deep breath. “We could keep you here for all time. So long as the place is sealed, he won’t ever find you.” Taking a few steps, Samuel sank down on the chair facing Dean, his gaze never leaving his lover’s eyes. He was more than aware that Dean had been confined for years, that this might seem the same. “I’d be here with you. I’d bring anything you want,” leaning forward, he stroked Dean’s face. “Anything, Dean. We could play it safe... be safe.”

Whatever you want. You know... you should know I only want your happiness.

Dean wasn’t sure what else Sam expected him to say. For once, he would just shut up and do what the angel said, without question. As Michael had reminded him, not listening to Sam is why all this had happened in the first place.

He hadn’t listened when Sam had tried to refuse him time and time again, even when Sam had told him it was a sin, and dangerous for them to be together. He’d gone behind Sam’s back, offering himself up as bait for Cain, and he nearly ended up getting possessed by the bastard and nearly getting Sam killed in the process. He hadn’t listened to Sam when the angel had told him it was too dangerous to do anything in Gabriel’s home, and then…

When Sam mentioned an ‘alternative’ Dean frowned a little. What other alternative? Hiding… for the rest of his life. Never leaving this house, ever. Staying nice and ‘safe’ in a nice plush cage. Living in fear the rest of his life of Cain, or the other angels who wanted him dead too because he’d killed Gabriel, would find him, or worse, find Sam when the angel left to get him food or whatever. Let’s not forget they would also be leaving Cain out there to do whatever he wanted unchecked. Who knew how many people would die? Or what Cain would do if he backed out on his deal…

Dean couldn’t help leaning into Sam’s touch before he could stop himself. Finally he shook his head slowly.

“We’re never going to be safe as long as he’s alive. No one will.” Dean said softly.

Samuel knew Dean was right. Maybe he could keep Dean safe for a long time, but there was always the chance of discovery. More importantly, as Dean put it so simply... no one would be safe with Cain around.

The pressing need to destroy the fallen angel before he destroyed mankind was what had caused Dean to volunteer to play the bait in trapping Cain, and it was what forced Samuel to allow Dean to do so. That need... that fear for the world... it was still out there. And just as before, Dean was their one best chance to catch Cain.

"You're brave, and honorable, and loyal, and giving... and you ... you can't even see it," Samuel said, looking into Dean's eyes. "You deserve more, better than what life has handed to you. Yes, you haven't always made the right choices, but that it what makes you beautiful... what makes you 'man.'"

Sliding his hand down to Dean's hip, and bringing his other hand to his human's other hip, Samuel started to draw him close. "We have four days. Four days for you to see yourself through my eyes, four days to shut the world out and love each other, let's not waste it, Dean. I've missed you so much. Need you so much," his voice broke.

Arms straining only slightly, he lifted and pulled Dean over his lap, straddling his thighs as he sat on the chair. "Do you remember that day?" Sam asked, mentally showing him the image of Dean straddling him in his apartment, showing him how much Dean had made him ache and need, how sweet the agony had been. "Need you ten times more today... a hundred," he said, slanting his mouth over Dean's and running his hands down to his lower back to pull him up harder against him.

Brave, honorable, loyal, giving... no, Dean couldn’t see it. He couldn’t see any of those things, because he knew they weren’t true. He was selfish, stubborn, arrogant, foolish... He had caused Samuel so much pain. So much... he could never atone for all the ways he’d wronged the angel. Even if he had the rest of his life to try instead of only four days, it would never make up for all the suffering Dean had caused the one he loved... the pain he might still cause Sam...

Samuel was right about one thing. Dean had made plenty of wrong choices during his life. Choices that had damned himself... choices that had nearly damned Samuel as well... and maybe he was still selfish, utterly and completely selfish, because he could not regret this one. The one that had set this all into motion. When he decided, in his heart and his soul, that he loved Samuel more than anything, that he needed Sam more than anything... and he’d let nothing stop him from loving the angel. Not even Samuel himself.

The angel drew him so easily from his seat on the couch into Samuel’s lap, and Dean went willingly. His arms slipping around Sam’s neck as he settled comfortably straddling his lover’s thighs, and of course Dean remembered. That night when he’d come home from his first day of working at Bobby’s garage. He’d been so damned cocky. So damned sure of himself. So damned persistent... walking right into their apartment and straddling Samuel in the chair, just like this. Plastering himself to the angel as he kissed Sam breathless.

Dean groaned, feeling Samuel’s need wash over him over their bond, perfectly echoing his own need, and he met his lover’s lips hungrily. He tightened his arms around Samuel’s shoulders as their tongues twined, moaning as Sam pulled him even closer. His cock hardening in his jeans as he rubbed his crotch boldly against the firm planes of his lover's stomach.

Love you. Need you. So much... Samuel...

Samuel loved the way Dean never hesitated, the way he fucked up against his barely covered stomach, his robes easily pushed to one side. The rough material of Dean’s jeans made Sam’s skin more sensitive, as he moved against him, imprinting him with his frame.

He cupped Dean’s ass with one hand, and his head with the other, his forearm pressing down on Dean’s back, pulling Dean as close as he could, kissing him with the hunger of a man who thought he would never get a second chance. Never see Dean again. Never hold him. Never hear his husky voice, or see the mischief in his eyes, never make love with him him, never be inside him so deep they were as one, body, soul and mind...

A tidal wave of need swept over him, he didn’t know if it was his or Dean’s... and it didn’t matter. Sliding both his hands under Dean’s shirt, he pulled it up, over his head, tossing it onto the couch. His heated gaze traveled down the length of Dean’s sun-kissed chest, lingering over the bulge in his pants, then traveling back up. “Want you... need you, Dean,” he said, lifting him up one more time, and lowering him onto the couch.

Kneeling on the ground, next to the sofa, Samuel kissed Dean sideways, then moved his mouth down his body, over his throat and his chest. He smoothed his hands over his abs, one hand working on the button of his jeans, the other sliding inside to cup him. Lifting his head, he locked gazes with his lover as he squeezed and stroked his hard pulsing erection, a groan breaking from him as he sensed Dean’s pleasure, his desires and immediately started to touch Dean the way he wanted.

Here, like this, with Samuel holding him, kissing him, loving him, so perfectly, so completely, it was easy to forget everything else but the desperate need and love flowing between them. It was like the entire rest of the world ceased to exist and nothing else mattered but the way his lover’s fingers caressed him, held him so tightly, never letting him go. Never again…

Dean moaned at the feeling of Samuel’s fingers pushing up underneath his shirt and he reluctantly broke their kiss with a gasp, lifting up his arms to let the angel pull off the material over his head. Dean’s arms were back around his lover the instant the shirt was tossed away, clinging to Sam as the angel picked him up and Samuel set him down on the couch. He almost didn’t want to let his lover go, but he allowed the angel to lay him back, and Dean relaxed against the cushions. Feeling the heat of his lover’s gaze caressing him as he waited. Whatever Sam wanted, Dean would give him willingly, gladly.

He tilted his head back and parted his lips eagerly for Samuel’s kiss, moaning and arching beneath his lover’s hands and then mouth as the angel kissed down his chest. Dean’s fingers found their way into Samuel’s hair, caressing and clenching a little as his lover searched out ever sensitive spot on him with lips and tongue.

“Oh god, yes…” Dean panted when he felt his lover’s hands undo the button on his jeans and slide inside. The young man’s hips lifting wantonly off of the couch when the angel cupped his erection, his dick twitching and throbbing eagerly against Samuel’s palm. Dean bit his lip and groaned at the feeling of his lover’s fingers stroking him, so damned good, he hadn’t been touched in so long. He hadn’t even touched himself since Sam had been taken away from him. His hips jerked up as he thrust into his lover’s hold, moaning Samuel’s name.

You waited. For me? Samuel caught his thought and was astounded, humbled... elated. The possessiveness he felt over Dean was definitely unangelic, he was aware of that. And he recalled only too well the bouts of jealousy, the disappointment he'd felt that someone else... others had touched Dean during that black period of time when Dean had left him and prostituted himself. You're still a mystery. Every time I think I have you figured, you show me a new facet. Right... I'll stop talking

Barely hanging on to a smile, Samuel stroked Dean, remembering, memorizing again the thickness and length... feel of Dean's hard, throbbing cock in his fist. His eyes never left Dean's face. Each time Dean gasped, or licked his lips, or arched his neck and made a sound of pleasure, each time his eyes almost closed as if he was having trouble keeping them open, Sam's body reacted, hardened, wound up just a little tighter. Imagining you, thinking about this, about all we had... it kept me sane.

Unable to resist, Sam slanted his mouth over Dean's, licking his way inside, stroking his palet and his tongue. The sudden sharp rush of lust flowing through him had Sam sucking Dean's tongue into his mouth, hard. Moaning with need, wanting so badly to be on top of his writhing lover, he used his free hand to start freeing himself of his robe. Images of his body sliding over Dean's, of their hard cocks rubbing, tantalizing, inflaming each others' need heated and thickened the angel's blood.

He shared his thoughts and desires as he kissed Dean fiercly, claiming him ... wanting him so bad it took all of his control to keep his knees planted on the floor. This was not going to be a rushed event, even if it killed him.

Breaking the kiss, he whispered words of love, and moved back down Dean's body to replace his hand with his mouth. As he wrapped his lips around Dean's cock, he cupped his balls and sqeezed lightly, his thumb pressing that sensitive spot between Dean's sack and the base of his cock. He moaned and hummed around Dean, moving his mouth up

Dean couldn’t believe that Samuel was so surprised that he had waited for him, and he wasn’t exactly sure how to feel about that. Did the angel think that Dean could have simply forgotten him so easily? Did Sam think that Dean would simply go out and find another or go slutting around with many others? Did the angel think that a few months, or even the rest of his lifetime, would be enough for Dean to simply forget him?

It hurt more than a little that Samuel had so little faith in his commitment to his lover, but Dean refused to let that hurt ruin this moment. It didn’t matter now. They were together, that was all that mattered. If he had to prove to Sam all over again who he wanted, who he would always want forever, then Dean would do it gladly.

I told you. I want no one but you. Dean replied, his eyes locked to Samuel’s as he moaned and writhed under the angel’s ministrations.

Sam’s words that only their memories together had kept his lover sane brought tears to Dean’s eyes. He wished he could say the same thing. That remembering what they’d had brought him comfort during Samuel’s absence, but he would be lying. Remembering what he’d had, what they’d lost, had nearly driven him mad. But only because he’d truly believed at the time that he would never have it again.

Now that he had this again, he would not give it up, would not give Samuel up, for anything. He would never lose Sam again. Never.

Dean moaned into his lover’s mouth and clutched at the angel as Samuel kissed him hard, trying to draw him closer. Always closer. He saw the images in his lover’s mind of what Samuel wanted to do and he couldn’t help but moan louder.

Yes, oh god, Samuel. Yes! He thought even as he cried out in protest as his lover’s mouth left his, he didn’t want the kiss to end. But he couldn’t help but cry out again, this time in pleasure, when Samuel’s mouth took in his cock instead. Causing Dean to buck hard up, eagerly seeking out more of that slick hot heat. His fingers clutching in Samuel’s hair as the angel made love to his cock, moaning around him, and Dean’s eyes nearly rolled back in his head. He spread his legs as wide as he could with his pants still confining him, inviting more of his lover’s touch.

Sam's fingers curled around the waist band of the jeans cutting into Dean's thighs. Slowly, he eased the jeans down, his mouth and other hand still working Dean's cock. His lover's flesh was hard, like velvet covered steel, hot and wet... pulsing in his mouth. He sucked Dean's crown, played with it with his tongue, resisting the tugging on his hair... refusing to give Dean everything just yet. He wanted to savor this moment, to commit it to memory.

He loved the way Dean squirmed, the way he opened his legs up as far as he could, inviting him with his body. Loved the way he wasn't ashamed of any of his reaction, and allowed Sam to see them. Pulling off, Sam licked around Dean's now flushed and swollen shaft, then took his balls in his mouth, sucking hard as he pulled off, and went back to Dean's cock. This time he took all of Dean inside, let him push his head down, opening his throat up and swallowing round Dean.

Sucking hard, his cheeks hallowing out, Samuel started to move up and down, giving Dean what he needed... what he knew his lover wanted so badly. You know I love your spirit, your very soul. But dear God above, right now I... I want your body... I... Sam showed him about five or six ways he needed him, to be inside him, to take him, to keep him, to prove Dean was still his. As the thoughts tumbled through his mind, Dean's feelings intensified his own until he couldn't take it anymore.

Grabbing Dean's thighs, he pulled him around, so his legs dropped off the sofa, and his back was to it. Dragging him closer to the edge and dipping his head down, Sam sucked on Dean's exposed hole, moaning at the sensations echoing from his love. He started to tongue him, licking in circles until he pushed his tongue inside, using the tip of his finger to open him up a little. So tight, his Dean was so tight, and he'd missed being inside him... missed it so much.

He stabbed his tongue in farther, opening him up, using his saliva as lubricant for his finger. He was anxious now... needy, and wanted ... needed Dean ready for him. One hand searching over Dean's stomach, fingers playing along his muscles, soothing him, he single mindedly tongue and finger fucked his lover, brushing lightly over his prostate each time he could.

Dean felt the tugging of his jeans and he did his best to help his lover getting them off, lifting his hips and pushing them down with his free hand. But it was difficult to concentrate on anything more than what Sam’s mouth was doing to his cock. How the angel sucked and played with his rock hard flesh, not letting up on him for a moment, teasing, licking at his tip and swirling around his crown, turning him into a moaning trembling mass of nerves. It was heaven, pure heaven.

“Samuel… love you…” The young man panted, kicking off his jeans when they finally managed to get them to his ankles and spreading himself wider for his lover. Dean moaned and bucked again as he felt the angel’s mouth move to his balls that already felt tight and heavy like he wanted to come, but he didn’t. He didn’t want this to end so soon, damn it.

Yes… God… yes… Dean answered as he practically screamed when Sam’s mouth suddenly returned to his cock. No longer teasing him, taking him in so deep all Dean could feel was the slick wet heat of his lover’s mouth all around him. He lifted his head, watching as Sam’s head went down on him, watching his cock disappear into his lover’s mouth. That alone was nearly enough to drive him over the edge, but when Samuel started sending him images of all the ways he wanted to take him… Want you. Need you. Yes, please, make me yours again.

Not that he had ever stopped being Samuel’s. He would always be Samuel’s. No one else’s. Not ever.

Dean’s heart was already racing with excitement and he was breathing hard with need, but when Samuel suddenly turned him and pushed his legs up he thought he might just have a heart attack. The way the angel exposed his hole and did not waste a moment before he was licking him there, circling and pushing deep, first with his tongue and then with his finger. Dean’s fingers clutched at the edge of the sofa to ground himself when he felt like he was coming apart at the seams it felt so good. His cock dribbling precome all over his stomach and he knew he wasn’t going to be able to last much longer, not after so long of being without Sam, and he wanted his lover inside of him when he came.

“Please, now, Samuel. I’m ready, please, need you now.” Dean begged unashamedly.

Samuel was already on edge with need. Every nerve in his body demanding he take Dean, make him his. All those hours on end of thinking about his lover, wanting him, wishing for his touch, for his taste, dying to hear his moans instead of Gabriel's, and now... now he had what he wanted. Dean was giving himself freely, wanting this as bad as the angel wanted... needed him. The plea, made in Dean's distinctive husky voice made it impossible for Sam to wait even another moment.

Straightening, he lifted up on his knees and aligned his now painfully hard cock to Dean's opening. "Need you too. Need you so much, Dean," he said, leaning in, brushing his lover's lips once, then grasping his hips with bruising force, pulling him a little off the sofa as he thrust hard, entering him in one fluid motion. Buried deep inside Dean, he arched back and groaned, the intensity of the pleasure scorching him. Head rolled back, lower lip caught between straight white teeth, he waited, staying stock still, ass clenched tight as he fought to retain his control.

As Dean's body adjusted to his, he slowly let out his breath and opening his eyes, pulled out a little. Searching Dean's face, he thrust again, this time leaning in and welding his mouth over Dean's in a hot, breathless, kiss. So hot, his lover made him feel so hot, the way he tightened around him, the way he bucked up against him. You're right. There is no one else for either of us. No one. It was true, an eternity or ten eternities would not be enough time for Sam to get over Dean, over this love they had, this connection.

He moved his hand, helping Dean wrap his legs around his waist, moaning as Dean's heels dug into him, pressed him closer. He started to rock, harder and faster, gasps and moans leaving him between kisses, large hands still clenched around Dean's hips, pulling Dean close. His mouth clung to Dean's, unwilling to be parted for more than the span of time to take a breath, his hands gripped... his lover like he'd never lose him again, his hips pistoned his cock deeper and deeper, joining them bodily as the feeling flooding back and forth between them joined them mentally and spiritually. Love you... love you so much, Dean. Will never give you... this... us up. Not ever.

“Yes…” Dean whispered, never looking away from his lover’s eyes. His entire body trembling, aching, needing Samuel’s touch. When he felt the angel’s hard cock pressing against his slick opening, his breath caught in his throat. The whisper of his love’s warm breath ghosting over his lips making his eyes flutter closed in anticipation… and then Samuel was pushing inside of him. No slow loving penetration but fast and deep and desperate. Dean cried out, his back arching, and his eyes squeezing tightly shut against the pain combined with so much pleasure it brought tears to his eyes.

He wanted it. The pleasure and the pain. Any proof that Samuel was within him now. Joined. Together. Dean forced his eyes open to gaze up at his lover, the sight of Samuel so lost in pleasure as the angel’s hard cock throbbed deep inside of him taking his breath away.

Yes… He whispered again but Samuel needed no encouragement. Then his lover was moving within him… leaning in to kiss him as he began to thrust hard and deep into him and Dean moaned loudly into Samuel’s mouth. His fingers releasing their grip on the edge of the cushions, traveling up the angel’s arms to wrap around his lover’s shoulders. His legs tightening around Samuel’s waist when the angel urged him to. Encouraging his lover even closer, to thrust harder, faster into his body. Arching beneath Samuel to allow him deeper inside of him.

Never give you up again… Dean echoed his lover’s declarations as his breathing grew harsher, his chest heaving, and his moans louder. His fingernails biting deep into the strong muscles of the angel’s shoulders as his lover pushed him so close to the edge of pain and pleasure they became one in the same.

“Let me see you… please Samuel…” He gasped desperately. In this moment Dean wanted nothing between them, absolutely nothing.

Yes. Never... never give each other up. The need for release was so sharp, Samuel's groan was almost pained as he reached between their bodies and gripped the base of his cock, his finger pressing just right to prevent himself from coming. As he pulled his upper body slightly back, his face was was as hard as granite, much harsher and more severe than the face he showed the world, and yet beautiful still.

His nostrils flared as he fought to exert control over his body, and to give Dean what he needed at his moment. His wings unfurled behind him, mostly as white as the driven snow for he had done penance all the time he'd been in Gabriel's prison. His wings fluttered, then lowered, curling around to touch the back of the couch, so anyone standing behind Samuel would see nothing of Dean.

"I am here. I am yours."

For the span of a few heart beats, he just stared at his lover, showing him what was in his heart and sharing his absolute need for Dean. His hand slipped off his cock and moved to Dean's, stroking and squeezing him as Sam started to thrust harder and harder, driving himself deeper inside his lover, so deep Dean would remember this moment for a long time. He didn't want to cause pain... but it had been too long for both of them, and his own attempts to curb his lust met with resistance from his lover.

Swooping down, he took Dean's mouth again, this time roughly... tongue fucking him as hard as he was fucking him. His lover's sounds inflamed him, his mental encouragements drove him wilder with need. His mouth welded to Dean's, his hand claiming Dean's cock, Dean's body claiming his own cock, and their minds tangled together, bound forever in what Sam could only call some sort of divine dance, Samuel suddenly stiffened and announced his climax with a deep gutteral cry. An intense shudder of pleasure wracked his body, again, and again, as rope after rope of hot cum left his body to invade Dean's, to fill him, to make him his once more.

"Love you," he muttered against Dean's lips, still thrusting, his breath catching as he felt Dean's cock vibrate under the surface, and through there bond, felt the second orgasm just as sharply as he'd felt his own

Of course Sam gave him what he wanted. Sam always gave him what he wanted… Dean felt a sharp pang in his heart remembering Michael’s words of accusation that were nonetheless true. How everything that had been done to Samuel was his fault. Because Samuel always gave him what he wanted…

Then the pain was washed away, simply overpowered, by the love he felt for the angel above him as Samuel curled his pure white wings around them both as though to shield them from the rest of the world. His lover’s face, so frighteningly beautiful, showing nothing but love and desire for him and Dean felt tears burning in his eyes.

Guilt could come later. Pain could come later. It had no place, here and now. They’d both endured enough pain…

And then Sam was moving again inside of him. His thrusts so hard and fast it almost hurt, but Dean didn’t care. The pleasure he felt, that Sam gave him, that he felt from his lover, more than made up for any pain. He wanted it even. This utter claiming. Knowing he probably wouldn’t be able to sit down for a week without still feeling Samuel deep inside of him.

He cried out over and over. Shouting his pleasure. Gasping Samuel’s name over and over like a prayer. Before Samuel’s lips covered his own, kissing him so hard Dean tasted a little blood in it, but he kissed the angel back just as fiercely. Raking his blunt nails down the length of his lover’s back as it all coiled low in his belly. All the pleasure, all the pain, all the longing, all the love… before Samuel’s orgasm crashed over him, his lover’s hot seed filling him up, his own cock pulsing as everything inside of him seemed to explode outward, so much pleasure it nearly blinded him.

Samuel arched as Dean raked his back, hitting the sensitive areas where his wings attached to his spine. Releasing his lover's cock, he put both arms around Dean, held him close, kissing him ... his mouth, his throat, his shoulders... as he rode the last waves of their orgasms. It was a long time before the stopped rocking and slowly pulled out of Dean.

"I was rough," he murmured, running his hand over the side of Dean's face and looking into his eyes. "I couldn't help my... I'm sorry." He knew Dean would tell him it was what he wanted too, but he wanted to acknowledge his mistake. "After all this time... and you haven't... I should have been more patient."

He would never get tired of staring at Dean's face. For so long he'd stared at stone walls, and Gabriel's crazed eyes. This was art. "Let's sit in the jacuzzi," he nodded his eyes suddenly lighting up. "And then have some chocolate cake. Just like old times. And you can torture me with your atrocious shows, I won't complain. Just none of your... porn, not unless you're ready to star in one again... and after this, probably need a break."

He was completely surrounded by Samuel. The angel’s arms wrapped around him, the angel’s wings blanketing him, his lover holding him close, inside his body, inside his mind, inside his soul. After so long of missing Samuel, needing him, aching with his loss, now Dean felt almost overwhelmed and it was all he could do not to cling to the angel and sob his eyes out with the overload of emotion he was experiencing.

Sam’s soft loving kisses calmed him however, bringing him down slowly from the heights of pleasure as well as pain. Dean hissed softly when Sam withdrew from him. He simply couldn’t help it. He was raw. Dean wasn’t sure if Samuel had ever fucked him so hard before, and it had been a long time. But even as Samuel apologized for his roughness Dean shook his head in denial of it. He had wanted it as much as Sam. The pain, the pleasure, everything…

But he didn’t say it aloud, because he could feel that Samuel already knew. It was what they both had wanted, needed, but at the same time Sam also needed to apologize at the same time. Dean understood. God, did he understand. So he simply smiled up at the angel, hugging Samuel close an running his hands slowly up and down the angel’s back and along the soft feathered wings.

When Sam mentioned the Jacuzzi Dean couldn’t deny that sounded like a really good idea, especially to his aching muscles. And the way Sam’s eyes practically lit up when he mentioned getting them some chocolate cake to share made Dean grin and laugh in spite of everything. It was so… normal… after everything they had both suffered… But Dean didn’t want to think about that now. Chocolate cake, a warm Jacuzzi, and bad television… that sounded like heaven right now.

Having Sam fuck him again… ok, as good as it sounded, he had to admit Samuel was probably right. He’d need a break if he wanted to be able to walk straight over the next couple of days, no matter how much a part of him wanted the angel to just flip him over and push inside of him again right now. Dean grinned playfully up at the angel all the same and smacked his lover lightly on the ass.

“Guess that just means to be fair it’s your turn next, and no complaining when you’re too sore to sit down afterwards.”

Samuel grinned at the agreement in Dean's eyes but was startled by the sudden smack to his ass. "Not how one treats and angel," he said solemnly, but his lover would know how happy he was to find Dean hadn't changed and was as irreverent as ever. It was something that kept Sam grounded, the ability to be made fun of, or to take a joke.

He loved the feelings flooding him through their bond. Satisfaction, combined with desire... desire to copulate again, for it to never end, never mind the pain. He started to smile, and to give Dean mental impressions of all the ways he could get him hard and bring him off that would not involve penetration, many of which he'd learned from Dean's own creative mind, when made his crack.

"Alright." Sam's eyes locked with his lover. They'd done that. Once. It had given both of them great pleasure... different, but good just the same. Right now, he sensed that though Dean was kidding, in his heart, Dean wanted him that way tonight. "I want to be as connected with you as possible. It doesn't matter how," he said, getting up and pulling Dean with him.

Looking down at his lover, he hardly wanted to leave any space between them. Pulling Dean up against his hard frame, he kissed him hard, with all the passion that had built up while he'd been imprisoned, and as if they hadn't relieved some of it right now. His tongue penetrating Dean's mouth, twisting, dancing with his lover's, his lips aching from the pressure, he mentally told him once more how he loved him... had missed him. This time, he told Dean he didn't regret any of his past. That however it had ended... would end, Dean had saved him from a lonely existence that he now realized was akin to being dead.

When he finally pulled away, he stepped back, away from temptation. "Get the jacuzzi ready and meet me there. I'll be back quickly, with chocolate." Giving a lopsided grin, he started for the door, intending to walk through the closed entry so that Dean would remain in the protection of the angel script he'd sealed the place up with, when he realized he had no clothes on. "I suppose I should get dressed. Stupid rules," he muttered, his wings suddenly appearing and spreading as the robe he'd discarded wrapped around him.

Samuel’s feelings, flowing over their bond, was like a balm to his soul that had been left ripped and bleeding since the moment the angel had been taken away from him. Sam’s amusement, happiness, desire, love…

It felt like so long since he’d felt genuinely happy. Before Samuel had saved him, taken him away from the insane asylum, showed him what it meant to have someone care for you, love you, Dean barely knew the meaning of the word. Then to have it all taken away… He knew exactly what Samuel was feeling.

Dean smiled up at the angel at Sam’s ‘protest’ over the spanking, then that smile turned less mischievous and more heated when the angel started sending him images and feelings across their bond of all the things they could do to make love. Much like that first night when Sam had refused to fuck him but they’d still had sex all night long until morning when he’d practically passed out from blissful exhaustion. Oh yeah, that sounded like a really great way to spend the night.

Then Samuel agreed to let him… They’d only done it once so far because Sam seemed to prefer fucking him and Dean loved feeling the angel inside of him. But, yeah, Dean definitely wanted it again tonight. Maybe after their bath… or during.

Though when Sam suddenly pulled him to his feet abruptly Dean winced a little. Damn, he was sore all right. But he wasn’t about to complain. Especially when Sam pulled him close and kissed him till his lungs ached for breath and Dean still didn’t want it to end.

“Sure.” Dean agreed. Watching as Sam began to walk, stark naked, for the door and he couldn’t help but laugh when the angel realized he’d been about to walk out in nothing but his skin. Well, he’d probably be able to get that chocolate cake he was craving for free if he did…

“I agree.” He replied with a solemn nod, even though he was still chuckling. It was a shame though that beautiful body had to be covered up. But at the same time, he was just glad that he was the only one who got to see Samuel like this. Samuel was his just as much as he belonged to the angel.

Once Samuel was gone Dean made his way slowly back up the stairs to the bedroom where the bathroom was. Going up those stairs definitely wasn’t pleasant, both due to his aching backside and the fact that he remembered his feet had been cut by that broken glass on the bathroom floor. He was going to have to clean that up before he did anything else.

It took a little searching but Dean managed to find the broom and dustpan and swept up the glass on the floor. His throat tightening a little remembering why there was bloody glass all over the floor. The bomb he had dropped on Samuel. That he’d made a deal… agreed to give Cain his body… As much faith as Dean had in his lover he couldn’t help but be afraid of what would happen when Cain finally came for him. He was more afraid of what might happen to Samuel than what would happen to himself. What Cain might do to Samuel… but also what it might do to the angel if Cain succeeded and took his body…

After Dean cleaned up all the glass and threw it away he got the water in the big Jacuzzi tub running. Taking a shower was going to be interesting with no door, but just like Samuel’s apartment this place had a separate tub and shower at least.

Once there was enough water in the tub, Dean climbed in and turned on the jets. The hot bubbling water starting to relax his muscles immediately and Dean sighed pleasantly as he sat back and waited for his lover to return to him.

It didn't take Samuel long to get back. While he was out there, there had been a slight temptation to walk around longer because he'd been cooped up for so long, but his mind kept seeking out Dean's... and that was what the angel really needed, his lover within touching distance. They'd been apart for too long.

He brought a few other food items, so they wouldn't starve, and put those away, then brought one very large slice of cake up stairs, leaving it on the nightstand. He also had a small piece in his hand and had popped it into his mouth as he walked into the bathroom licking his fingers. "Mmmm... missed chocolate too."

As he disrobed again, he watched Dean. Watched wasn't the right word... he admired him. Those full lips that strangely didn't make Dean look the least bit feminine. The strong features, and striking eyes. "Raphael cannot hold a candle to your beauty, it's like you were hand drawn by God."

Was he supposed to talk about Him that way? No... but stupid rules...

Stripped down, he walked up the few stairs and climbed inside the hot tub, slowly getting inside, and sliding around to sit right next to Dean. "Want chocolate?" he asked, leaning in to kiss him with his chocolaty mouth. Tangling his tongue with Dean's, he slowly pulled back. "Remember the days when I tried to make you go for strawberries?" He laughed at himself. "I'm so lucky you're as stubborn as a mule."

Under the water, his hand searched for Dean's, and he threaded their fingers together. "Did you ever finish? Your work on the Impala?" Dean had been close to finishing before their lives had been turned upside down. Knowing how much the car meant to Dean, he had to ask.

Dean watched Samuel walk in licking chocolate from his fingers and he couldn’t help but snort in amusement.

“I think you missed chocolate more than you missed me.” The young man accused playfully. His eyes drinking over the sight of his lover’s beautiful body as the angel stripped off his clothes and stepped into the bubbling tub to join him. He laughed again into Samuel’s mouth when the angel kissed him deeply, the taste of chocolate still on his lips and tongue.

“Gross. Backwash.” He replied, making a ‘disgusted’ face at Samuel before grinning broadly. “Actually, strawberries is what I wanted.”

When the angel called him stubborn as a mule, Dean’s smile slipped from his face slightly. Not so much from his lover’s words, just because it reminded him so much of what Michael had told him. How all of this was his fault because of his stubbornness… and Michael was right.

Lucky… yeah… the bad kind of luck maybe.

Dean dropped his eyes as he shifted around so he was leaning back against the angel. Watching their hands as Samuel twined their fingers together. He shook his head at Sam’s question.

“No… didn’t do much… after…” He finally whispered softly, knowing he didn’t need to elaborate.

"Picking strawberries over chocolate," Sam shook his head, as he shifted so Dean could get comfortable against him. "Maybe I should have brought you chocolate covered strawberries. There's this patisserie in Paris..." He smiled, and closed his eyes. "I'll take you there some day after... after all this is over. We should have traveled... before, but we will, soon."

Even if they beat Cain, they'd be on the run, which meant travel. He clenched his fingers tighter around Dean's, and leaned in to kiss his temple. "And you'll fix it, that car. Show me why Bobby was right, that it was the one for you." His heart ached a little when he remembered the first day Dean had been working on a car, not the Impala. Despite knowing better, he'd teased his ward. That had been a good day.

He sensed Dean's sadness, and that he was beating himself up. "I wouldn't love you if you weren't you," he said quietly. "I may not always be happy with your choices, but I would be miserable if you always made the right ones. The proclivity to err, to fall, to slip... and then climb back up, that is what I admire in man. In you? Well it doesn't hurt that you have beautiful eyes and a slightly bumpy nose," he teased, brushing his mouth over Dean's ear.

Samuel went silent for a while, enjoying the sensation of hot water surround him, massaging him. A stint on a hard floor with your body tied up at strange angles gave you a great appreciation for hot tubs, and other creature comforts. He started to think of the first time Dean had taken a bath in their San Francisco home, the mess he'd made... and Sam's hands against slippery wet flesh. Sending the reminder over their mind link, he turned Dean toward him and leaning in, traced his tongue over the edges of Dean's lips, drawing back when they parted for him. He teased with his tongue, until Dean's came out to play, tangling with his outside their mouths.

Pulling Dean into his arms, he deepened the kiss, pushing his tongue inside and searching every corner of Dean's mouth, his tongue stroking and painting the roof of Dean's mouth, and running over the back of his teeth. You. Wet and slippery. Makes me feel unangelic things. As if to prove his point, he drew Dean over his lap and pulled him close so he could feel his hardening cock. It's getting too hot in here.

Traveling… Paris? He’d never expected to see any of the places that Samuel spoke about. He’d lived in three places during his life, his parent’s home and the asylum for equal amounts of time during his life. Samuel’s home for the last year of it… Samuel’s apartment in San Francisco was the only place that had really felt like home to him.

He’d been happy there. The thought of traveling now… it was kind of bittersweet. Though he knew he would be happy as long as he was with Samuel, it didn’t matter where they went. But… he would kind of miss San Francisco. He would miss Daryl and Sarah, and he would really miss Bobby and the other friends he’d made there. Because despite Sam’s reassurance that he’d be able to finish working on the Impala… Dean knew they were never going back.

They couldn’t go back. Even if they somehow survived the encounter with Cain the angels would still be looking for them. For him. Michael had warned him if he killed Gabriel that the other angels would never stop hunting him. Dean didn’t regret what he’d done but… he knew it was only a matter of time before they found him. He only hoped he could convince them that Samuel had nothing to do with Gabriel’s death. Dean couldn’t bear the thought of Sam being punished again because of his actions.

Dean knew Sam was telling the truth. He’d heard the angel say similar before. How he admired humans because of their flaws, though he wasn’t sure he ever understood it. After all, just look how fucked up the world was because of humans and their flaws. Just look how Dean had fucked everything up… no, he didn’t think he would ever truly understand it. But at least he knew Sam was telling the truth, that he really did love him, in spite of everything that Dean had done wrong…

“Why do you have such a fascination with my nose?” The young man couldn’t help but snort softly in amusement. Then sighed as he rested his head against the angel’s shoulder, as smile curving his lips at the images and feelings he was getting from his lover across their bond. The memories… god, he had missed this so much.

Then Sam was pulling him even closer, teasing his lips with his tongue making Dean moan in frustration and anticipation at the same time. Their tongues playing lazily together like they had all the time in the world… and then Samuel was exploring the inside of his mouth as though it were the first time… or the last. Dean moaned eagerly as Samuel drew him into his lap and he could already feel the hard proof of his lover’s desire for him rubbing against the curve of his ass as he settled down on his lover’s hips. His own cock eagerly responded, growing harder by the second as he rubbed himself wantonly against the firm hard muscles of Samuel’s stomach. Letting his lover’s cock slide between his cheeks as he rocked back.

“I don’t think it’s hot enough.” Dean replied, licking the angel’s lips before thrusting his own tongue past them with a moan. Exploring his lover’s mouth just as thoroughly as Sam had explored him.

The press and slide of Dean's cock against his stomach, sent electric need radiating through Samuel with an intensity that surprised the angel since they'd both found satisfaction only a short time ago. Then again, his human never failed to get a rise out of him, even when he wasn't trying. And when, like now, he was trying... there was no point trying to fight it, none at all, and Sam wasn't about to.

Gripping Dean's hips, he pushed him downward, throwing his head slightly back as his own cock rubbed against Dean's ass, dragging along its crack. They kissed and moved against each other in the water with almost too little friction, just enough to torture, to make Sam crave more, want more. He allowed his need to flood over their mental connection, and groaned as Dean returned the favor. He ran one hand up to Dean's chest, his palm sliding over satin soft skin, his thumb lingering over his lover flat nipple, rubbing and pinching, groaning bucking up the instant Dean jerked against him.

Moving his mouth lower, Samuel kissed along Dean's jaw, biting it to hold Dean in place for a second, then kissing him better. Dipping his head down, he licked his lover's throat, his hand exploring his body, and dragging him close, molding him as close as he could. Tension wound tighter and tighter, low in Sam's belly, desire and lust making him practically devour his lover.

He dragged his mouth away, his lips pulsing, swollen, his eyes almost unfocused. "I know how to make it hotter," he finally responded, pushing Dean off his lap, then grabbing the edge of the hot tub with his hands at the sides of his body, and pushing up, and back, so he sat outside the water. His knees were spread wide, his aching hard cock flat against his belly. Licking his lips. he pushed his body a little more to the edge and leaned slightly back, so Dean could have access. "You wanted something." His gaze locked with Dean's, heat rising from his body as he waited for his lover.

Dean groaned at the almost bruising grip that Samuel had on his hips. Loving the feeling of the angel’s strong hands guiding him back and forth, up and down… his lover’s hard dick rubbing against him, sliding between his cheeks. So fucking good. So perfect. He arched into the angel’s touch when Sam’s fingers slid up to play with his nipples. He moaned at the trail of bites that Samuel was leaving along his jaw and throat. Marking him. Dean knew he could easily come again just from this, from just the feeling of their shared pleasure coursing back and forth over their bond.

But then Samuel was pushing him away and Dean whimpered unashamedly in complaint. His eyes pleading as he stared down at his lover, ready to beg the angel not to stop. Then Samuel’s words penetrated and Dean couldn’t help but groan in desire at the way his lover was offering himself…

“Oh fuck, Sam…” Dean breathed, shifting in the large bath tub so that he was kneeling between his lover’s legs, spread so wide, just for him. His touch possessive as he ran his hands up from the inside of Samuel’s straining thighs, over the firm rippling stomach muscles, and up his chest. His eyes greedy as they drank in every inch of glistening skin laid out before him. He wanted to burn this image into his memory.

Samuel was his, only his, this sight was for him alone… Samuel wanting him, needing him, body waiting to be claimed by him…

“You… only want you…” He whispered as he leaned in to kiss the angel, his tongue as greedy as his eyes had been, tasting every inch of his lover’s mouth as his hands roamed back down. Over every inch of flesh he could reach and finally sliding underneath his lover’s ass, his fingers finding their way between the firm cheeks to the tight puckered hole waiting for him.

Dean wasted no time sliding one finger deep into his lover as he continued to practically fuck Samuel’s mouth with his tongue. Quickly adding a second finger and scissoring his lover’s body open for him. Dean hoped the water would be enough to ease the friction, since this was only the second time he had made love to Samuel like this. The very last thing he wanted to do after everything Sam had been through was hurt his lover…

He curled his fingers inside of the angel’s body, rubbing over his prostate lovingly, before pushing a third finger past the tight ring of muscles. Opening his lover up for his cock. His cock already weeping just imagining the feeling of Sam’s hot body clenching around him.

Breaking their kiss for air reluctantly, Dean pulled back just enough to gaze into his lover’s eyes.

“Wrap your legs around me.” Dean panted as he withdrew his fingers and wasted no time lining up the head of his cock at the angel’s entrance. Grasping his lover’s hips tightly to keep him still as he began to slowly push his way inside.

Samuel moved his mouth back and forth against Dean's tongue, moaning softly as Dean tongue fucked him senseless and pushed his finger inside him. Desire erupted within him, his cock twitching with need. Need you Dean... so much. Sensing where Dean's imagination was going, Sam clenched his ass tight, gripping Dean's finger inside him, easing up, and clenching again. He knew he was pushing them both to the edge, maybe too soon, but he couldn't control all the need that had built up inside him all this time. He had wanted Dean, any way he could have him. Kissing, touching, fucking, being fucked... and now he could have his lover any way he wanted... and he still wanted him every way.

As Dean loosened him up a little more, Sam whispered. "It's alright... won't hurt me, Dean...s'alright." But Dean, his Dean was stubborn, and took his time. Samuel smiled against his lips, though a sigh of relief broke from him when Dean pulled back and abruptly demanded exactly what Sam wanted to give.

Closing his legs around Dean, the angel threw his head back as his lover slowly breached him. Anxious to have Dean inside him, stretching him, part of him, Sam tried to thrust forward, but Dean's bruising grip on his hip prevented him. A tortured groan tore from his throat, his eyes opening and locking with Dean's. Pulling his hands off the floor, he threw his arms around Dean's shoulders and pulled him close, trying to show him it was okay, that he could thrust. "We've waited enough... no more waiting for us," he said, voice rough with need. "Fuck me. Fuck me, Dean," he asked with uncharacteristic bluntness.