As Dean slid home inside of his beautiful lover, he could feel Samuel’s need for him. His desperation to have Dean deep inside his body, fucking him, claiming him… as no one else ever had and no one else ever would.

When Dean had seen some of the things that… Gabriel… had done to Samuel he had feared… not that what the insane angel had done to his lover wasn’t bad enough, but Dean knew what it was like to be… forced… like that. It had been horrible, shattering, and bad enough it had been strangers… and Rick… who had done it to Dean, people Dean had cared nothing about. But Samuel had once trusted Gabriel…

But even if Dean couldn’t feel in the corner of Sam’s mind that Gabriel had never been able to complete the deed, despite trying, the young man would have known just because of how Sam felt around him now. Almost virginal tight around his aching cock, because Dean had only taken his lover that one time before, and the young man moaned loudly at the exquisite feeling. Shoving all thoughts of Gabriel, what he had almost done to Sam, far from his mind and concentrating only on one thing. To give his lover as much pleasure as he possibly could. To show Sam how much he loved him, over and over again…

“No more waiting.” Dean whispered against his lover’s lips in agreement before kissing the beautiful angel deeply once more. Thrusting his tongue into Samuel’s mouth, even as he drew his hips back, almost completely leaving his lover’s body, before sheathing himself home again. Giving Samuel exactly what he wanted, what he needed, again and again he fucked Samuel in long deep strokes. Letting all of his pleasure and love flood over their bond.

Yes, yes... Dean... yes. Each time Dean pushed deep inside him, Sam had his evidence, his proof. He was here. Dean was here with him. They still had each other, despite Gabriel's efforts. They still moved each other, body and soul. This fire between them went much deeper than lust and desire. It went beyond anything the angel could dream of. It was a bond he couldn't understand, a bond that would not be severed, that went through the fabric of his and Dean's very existence.

They fucked harder. Loved harder. Kissed harder.

There was no yesterday, and no tomorrow. Time stood still. And in this time, Samuel had everything he needed. He and his lover were as one, moved as one. Love you Dean, love you so much He flooded their mental bond with words and with his feelings, pulling on his lover with ever growing desperation, his mouth clinging to Dean's, his tongue chasing and battling, stroking and tasting, There had never been anyone for him before Dean, and there would never be anyone else for him, not ever.

Trapped between their bodies, Samuel's cock was squeezed and pressed each time the they thrust against each other. It ached and pulsed, steadily leaking against Dean's hot flesh. Sam's wings suddenly unfurled and lifted above both their heads, beating with increasing speed as Sam's need became more urgent. Fiery heat exploded low in his belly. Ripping his mouth away, he shouted, "Deeeeean," and threw his head back, fingers biting into Dean's shoulders as he rode the waves of his release, hot ropes of cum streaming between their bodies.

He felt Dean fill him with his seed, clenched around his lover's cock, milking it... demanding as much as Dean would, could give him. They rode out each others' pleasure, and then Sam was kissing Dean again. Their bodies separated, but Sam couldn't give up the closeness just yet. He slid down into the water, standing in front of Dean and pulling his body up flush against his frame as he devoured him with kisses.

It was perfect. When Samuel came it was almost a fight for Dean not to close his eyes in utter ecstasy at the feelings of pleasure and love flowing between them. His own orgasm, burying his cock deep inside his lover’s body one final time as his seed spilled into the angel, was almost an afterthought. It was so overwhelming, and Dean wanted to burn this memory into his mind for all eternity. So when he died… if he went to hell… at least he’d have this one memory to sustain him through the endless years of torment that awaited him.

Dean practically whimpered in regret when he felt himself finally slip from his lover’s tight channel, missing the physical connection between them immediately even though their emotional bond was stronger than ever. The kiss Sam gifted him with helped ease some of that ache however, and when the angel drew him close Dean wrapped his arms tightly around his lover. Tight enough that he knew if Sam was human he probably would be hurting him but unable to make himself stop. Needing that illusion that nothing could ever rip them apart as long as he held on tight enough.

The young man ran his hands slowly over Sam’s back, along the angel’s wings, and into his lover’s hair. Breaking their kiss with a gasp only when he saw dots beginning to dance behind his eyes from lack of air.

“I think we did that right.” Dean said smiling up at the angel, repeating Samuel’s words the first time the angel had made love to him.

Dean's hand on his wings had the angel arching back, new fingers of pleasure bursting through him. Sharing the sensations with his lover, Sam finally allowed Dean to break their kiss, so they could both take a few much needed breaths. His gaze settled on his beautiful lover's face, his heart clenching at the words that spilled from his lips. Running his knuckles down the side of Dean's face, Sam nodded. "We did it right. We always get this right."

They lingered in the water for a while longer, touching, kissing, whispering or mentally sharing their feelings. Once they were out of the water, and dried up, they sat in bed for hours, eating the chocolate goodies Samuel had brought. Before Dean, chocolate had been his only downfall, but he now knew better than to use that word which seemed to feak Dean out.

Between the comfort food and the long kisses, they each managed to share pieces of the hell they'd gone through during Sam's incarceration. A few whispered painful words, a few flashed mental images, and they caught up with each others' lives. Cain came up, of course. Samuel didn't allow that to dampen the mood, that particular fallen angel would have his turn at them soon enough. Declaring that they needed to put that, and the recent past aside, Samuel rolled over on top of Dean and started to tease him with kisses and touches intended to inflame his lover. They didn't have time to waste, and he didn't intend to waste any single moment of the time they did have.

Three days of bliss. They would have it. And then, they'd prepare for a battle for both their souls.