Dean stood at the window, looking out through the slats in the closed shutters. It was time. Three days… they had passed in a blink of an eye and yet seemed to last a lifetime at the same time.

The young man couldn't help but smile when he remembered how he and Sam had made love on practically every available surface in the condo. He remembered how they hadn't even bothered to make the bed because it seemed every time they did Sam would either tumble him back onto the freshly made sheets or Dean would do the same to the angel.

Sam had made all kinds of food, his favorites, and a lot of exotic dishes he'd never had before, and Dean ate till he felt like he was going to burst. He had to put weight back on, his lover insisted, but Dean was pretty sure the angel helped him work off any calories he might have gained soon after.

They'd talked. They'd kissed. They'd made love. Yes, Dean was pretty sure Sam had loved him a lifetimes worth in those three days. He thought he now knew what it meant when someone said they could die happy. How many people could really say that? Sam had given him all he could ever dream of, what more could he possibly want?

At the same time Dean hoped that wouldn't happen today. Even though all the odds were stacked against them he hoped that they would both come out of this alive. If that made him selfish, so be it. He wasn't ready to lose Sam yet.

It was time… He could feel Cain looking for him. He could feel the fallen angel's desire to claim him. Dean knew the former angel couldn't find him however. Not yet. Not with the protections Sam had placed. The protection's Dean was about to break.

Turning away from the window Dean looked at his lover surrounded by flames. The ring of oil burning around him bright and hot, it was now or never. Dean offered the angel a slight smile before turning back to the seal on the wall next to the window. It was the last one. Dean swung the sledge hammer shattering the plaster wall and the seal along with it.

Samuel was somber but completely tranquil, a ninety degree about face from the anxiety and worry he felt the last time Dean was about to be in a show down with Cain. This time, they were in it together. This time, they were fighting for their freedom. This time, there was no choice. He would do everything in his power to protect the man he loved in ways even artists and poets had yet to completely depict. He was determined and he'd put all of the power and knowledge he'd gathered in a millenia to gain his goal. Save Dean, and defeat Cain, permanently.

They'd made love more times than possible for a human, but their mental connection made it possible for him to stimulate Dean's desire and Dean himself accessed that part of Sam when he wanted to instigate more sex even when he was satiated and unable to move from their last round. He knew exactly how to make Sam notice him, want him, and all he had to do was feed that desire and then ride the waves of Sam's need. He was too clever by far, as Sam had told him each time he refused to sleep when the angel told him he should, and instead rebelliously had both of them desperate for each other, clinging, groping, needing... making up for lost time.

Gabriel hadn't had a prayer of capturing what Samuel had with Dean. Thinking of his dead brother made the angel sad. They had thousands of years of history together, and only the last months of it had been tainted by the madness that had taken hold of Gabriel. Still, it was for the better that the archangel had been destroyed now. Not because Samuel wanted revenge on him, but because it had been self defense on the part of Dean and because it prevented Gabriel from undoing all the years of service he'd given the Lord and to humanity. It mattered not that his service to humanity had been given grudgingly, it had been given in the way of most angels. Weighing the evil of the last months of his life against his record, Samuel thought Gabriel would eventually find his way back to heaven, in the form of a soul but not as an angel.

Looking past the ring of fire around him, Sam watched Dean as he made the preparations and walked in and out of the livingroom. Steely determination was etched in every line of his body, in his face, and in his eyes. It made Samuel smile. Just why had he ever thought his chosen ward was merely human and as such, very vulnerable? He'd killed Gabriel, and he was embarking on a fight against a fallen angel and taking it in stride. Angels should fear to tread where you walk.

When Dean turned to look at him and gave him a slight smile, Sam felt Dean's love come across their bond right before he slammed his mind shut. After three days of constant connection, it felt strange and lonely to be shut out, but it was necessary. And then Dean smashed the last protection from the eyes of angels and demons alike, and the game was on. A cold draft swept through the room as Sam's eyes went dark, and his wings unfurled completely.

It wouldn't be long. The angel already felt taint in the air. "He's coming."

*

Cain was angry. He'd dreamt of the moment he would make Dean's body his, explore those powers he'd had a hint of the last time he'd tried to take him. Even better, he'd have the body of the man his nemises loved, access to his memories, oh how could use that against Samuel. If that angel's obsession for Dean was as strong as Gabriel's had been for Samuel, there was a good chance Cain could seduce Samuel to the dark side using Dean's body as the lure. Or he might just torture and kill him, he could still use having Dean's body as an advantage.

But before any of that happened, he had to have Dean's body. And it was nowhere to be found.

Then he felt him. By God and by Satan, he felt Dean and tracked him. Wary of a trap, he took his time making certain there were no angels around. He felt just the one, Samuel. Hadn't he told Dean to leave him and come to him alone? Maybe Samuel hadn't been cooperative.

Cain wove a net of taint for miles around Dean's location, cloaking it from the view of angels. Just as in Egypt, he created a tunnel straight to hell. It would take time before the demons found it and started their ascent, but that wasn't his purpose in opening a way to hell. It was for Samuel, if needed.

*

Cain materialized with unerring precision behind Dean, one arm going around his throat in a choke hold, the other sliding possessively over his chest. He'd known, wherever Sam was, he couldn't move against him when he had Dean like this. Now he was pleasantly surprised to see Sam trapped in a ring of burning holy oil. "You're resourceful, but late," he said against the human's ear, pulling him up hard against his lower body. "I've had a hard-on for that body for quite a while now, and I'm not patient."

Samuel's eyes went impossibly darker as Cain's pale hand traveled downward over Dean like he owned him. He knew Cain was baiting him and tried to keep his emotions in check.

"Maybe I'll have you once right here, let you enjoy me from the outside, before I'm in you, hmm?" Cain's long white hair spilled across Dean's shoulder as he leaned forward to skim his mouth over the hunter's cheek. "Take you the way Gabriel took Samuel, it would be poetic."

Dean felt it… him… even before Sam spoke. The dark taint… so powerful. There was a time when even being so close to a demon would send him to his knees, overwhelmed by the darkness emanating from them. Over time he’d learned how to control that reaction, shield himself a bit from it, but Cain… the black evil radiating from the fallen angel… it was so much worse than any mere demon.

But he had to endure it. He had to remain strong.

Yes… he was coming. Dean felt it when the dark web of taint, the same he’d seen in Egypt, the same he had been able to feel before the angels when he’d first looked through Sam’s eyes, began to weave around them. Samuel’s wards had been able to shield them from the sight of both angels and demons alike. Now Cain’s taint shielded them from angels. They would be alone in this fight.

Honestly? Dean would have it no other way…

Dean knew the fallen angel was there even before he felt the iron grip close around his throat and chest. He couldn’t have stopped the knee jerk reaction of trying to pull away from the fallen angel even if he’d tried. Not that it did any good. Cain’s hold on him was immovable. The darkness surrounding him almost as bad as it had been before, when it had been inside of him, violating him worse than any physical violation he’d ever endured.

The dream… Dean remembered when Cain had come to him in the dream. The… desire he’d felt. When Cain had held him, kissed him… How Cain had made him respond to him… This was nothing like that time.

“I tried…” Dean started to respond to the fallen angel’s accusation that he was ‘late’. At Cain’s… suggestion… whispered in his ear, Dean couldn’t help but tense even further however even as his knees felt a little weak from the overwhelming darkness choking him. Oh fuck… it was Dean’s job to distract Cain, but this? Surely the fallen angel would expect him to be terrified, to refuse. Anything to keep him from taking over his body for a few more minutes…

“That… wasn’t part of the deal…” The young man replied, barely resisting the urge to glance at Samuel.

"The deal was your body is mine, you have no more say over it," Cain purred. "Mine to do with as I will." Jerking Dean up harder against his body, he cupped his groin with one hand, and his chin with the other, essentially pressing the knife to one side of Dean's throat right below the chin, and holding the other side in place using his thumb on his jaw. He forced Dean's face closer, brushing his lips over the corner of his mouth.

Slowly, he started to invade Dean's mind. Dean's mental barriers were strong, but no human could resist him, not for long. He used the tendrils of his power to caress Dean from the inside and out, forced the nerves in his body and the synapses in his mind to bend to his will, to set the young man's heart racing. To make him react, whether he wanted to or not.

Feeling Dean's cock harder, he chuckled. "You've trained your little angel cock slut very well, Samuel. Look at him, look..." he pulled his hand away for only a moment to allow Sam to see the rigid line of Dean's shaft straining against his jeans, then palmed the boy harder, squeezing him.

Samuel bristled and tensed. Jaw clenched, he moved closer to the edge of the ring of fire. He couldn't risk trying to brush Dean's mind, not now. "You're a coward. It's me you want dead, and yet you play your stupid meaningless games. You want me, fight me. Get in here."

"Oh there's nothing meaningless about this game. You took everything from me. My position... my place... and now I'll take what's yours. Samuel, you never needed anything before... there was nothing I could take from you before. Then came Dean." As if forgetting Sam's presence, Cain brought the knife higher, to Dean's mouth. "Open it. Suck on it like it's my cock. You want it bad, don't you," he whispered grinding against Dean's ass as he slipped the blade between his lips and forced waves of lust to invade his mind. "Suck it."

Sam flashed back to Gabriel. Touching him. Forcing him. Talking to him much like that. But there was a worse memories that surfaced. Dean's, from the asylum. His chest started to heave as he took deep breaths. The instant that knife was away from his ward, he was going to kill Cain. Lord forgive him, but his motives weren't completely pure.

A sharp hiss escaped Dean’s lips when the fallen angel pulled him even tighter against him. Dean hadn’t even noticed the knife in Cain’s hand before until it was pressed against the vulnerable line of this throat. Not that it was the worst of Dean’s worries right now. Cain didn’t want him dead after all. But that didn’t mean the fallen angel wouldn’t cut him. The fallen angel had him literally by the balls and Dean couldn’t help the wince of pain that escaped him when Cain began to grope him hard.

Then Dean could feel the dark cold essence of the fallen angel invading his mind. Dean wanted to resist it, but he couldn’t. He had made the deal… if they were going to fool the fallen angel into believing he intended to go through with it, he couldn’t resist now. He couldn’t resist anything Cain wanted to do to him. He now owned his body…

But Cain’s aims weren’t to take over his body, not yet anyway, as Dean quickly found out as feelings of arousal began to pour into him like liquid fire. His body reacting against his will and his cock beginning to harden even though the former angel’s groping of him was still more painful than pleasurable.

Dean’s cheeks burned with shame as much as with forced arousal hearing the fallen angel’s words to Samuel. Knowing Sam was seeing all of this, his body reacting like a well trained whore, knowing there was nothing either of them could do about it, not yet…

A whimper escaped Dean’s throat and he didn’t try to stifle it. He had to keep Cain’s attention on… other things… rather than taking over his body. No matter how much it disgusted him, he had to play along. Dean never thought he would be… ‘thankful’… of what Rick had done to him all those years in the asylum. But the evil man had taught him well how to fake enjoyment, to beg for more…

The next sound Dean made when the wicked blade moved from his neck to his lips was a moan of desire. It wasn’t hard to fake with Cain’s emotions still flooding through him, making Dean feel what he didn’t want to feel. When he pushed his ass back against the fallen angel’s hardening cock and parted his lips to let the knife slip between them, that was all him however.

Dean ran his tongue over the flat edge of the razor sharp knife, playing with it in his mouth just as Cain ordered him to. He was all too aware that the blade could easily cut off his tongue with a flick of Cain’s wrist. Dean really hoped that Cain decided his tongue was of more use to him still attached.

Perhaps to encourage that opinion, Dean ran his tongue purposefully over the sharp point of the blade. It stung like a bitch and blood immediately flooded his mouth, and that was the point. Dean pulled his head back and turned his head offering his now bloodied lips to the fallen angel.

"Don't!" Samuel's command thundered loudly as if coming from the heavens. "Let him go, Cain, or I will--"

As the walls shook, and the cold breeze blew around them, sheer pleasure coursed through the fallen angel. He didn't bother looking at Samuel, but stared at Dean's lips as he spoke. "Or you'll what? Face it Samuel, you're impotent, just like your threats. And impotent is not what Dean needs right now," he voice dropped to a husky whisper as he lowered his mouth over Dean's.

Cain kissed his vessel slowly, savoring the taste of his blood... like it was a sacrifice to his greatness. His tongue caressed and stroke Dean's, lapping at it, and tangling with it. As the room grew colder, Cain's blood got hotter. His kisses turned savage and demanding as he used the knife to slice off Dean's shirt from neckline to him. His other hand still cupped Dean's cock, massaging it, squeezing it, making sure both vessel and angel knew who Dean belonged to know.

"Cain. Cain!" Samuel made a sound of pain, as if the fire burned him. "Make a deal, a new deal. Leave him alone... leave him or I will hunt you wherever you are, even in the very depths of hell. Do you hear me?"

Cain heard, and the more he heard, the better he liked this idea. Pulling his mouth away, he licked his lips. "I'm going to enjoy you. Now, and after I ride your body. There are so many things I'm going to do, and you'll be right there with me. Now undo your pants."

He turned his head to Samuel. "You're going to watch me fuck your needy little slut." He scraped the blade along Dean's nipple, making certain it would stay erect. "I'm going to wash you away... I'll be the last one who takes him, and he will like it... watch him beg for more, more of things you can't possibly have given him with your angelic ways," he sneered. "I'm in him, in his mind, you know. He likes it rough, craves it. He hates it when you're gentle and sweet. Isn't that right Dean?" The blade slipped low on Dean's belly, where his zipper was now open.

Nostrils flaring, Samuel tried again. "You do not want me on your tail, Cain."

"Oh... I can't wait to meet you again, in Dean's body. I can't wait Samuel. Will you kill me? Or will you beg me to give you one more night with Dean? I can allow him to surface, you know?" He gave a nasty laugh. Maybe if you fuck us, I will show you what he really likes." He kissed the side of Dean's neck, then bit him hard. "See how he's reacting? I'm not lying... all that time, and you never satisfied him how he wanted it."

He shoved Dean. "On all fours."

Was it cowardly of him to wish that Cain would actually be moved by Samuel’s threats? Probably. But they all knew he wouldn’t be. Sam was ‘powerless’ right now, after all. At least, that’s what they needed Cain to think.

So when Cain practically raped his mouth, Dean didn’t resist. In fact, he was forced to participate. The lust the fallen angel fed into his body pretty much ensured that he would react, whether Dean wanted to or not.

Dean hissed sharply into the ‘kiss’ when the knife grazed his chest as his shirt was sliced off him easily. No matter how revolting it was to him, he didn’t fight the feelings or his forced reactions. Cain had to believe he was giving himself over willingly… as he’d promised to do… to keep the deal…

When Cain finally broke the kiss, leaving Dean panting, and ordered him to unbutton his jeans, the young man only hesitated for a moment before complying. The sharp blade teasing his nipple as he did so making Dean wince even as it drew another unwilling moan from him. The flat edge of the blade caressing down his skin making his stomach muscles flutter with fear for more than one reason.

As Cain bragged about what he would do… once he was inside his body… it was so difficult not to look at Samuel. To beg the angel not to let Cain do whatever he planned. That Samuel would kill him… kill Cain inside of him… if it came to that.

But it wouldn’t come to that. It wouldn’t. Their plan. It had to work.

Then Cain was shoving him hard, making him stumble and land on his knees even before Dean heard the order. Swallowing hard, Dean did as he was commanded, getting down on all fours.

Don’t watch. If Cain did… what he was planning… before Samuel saw an opening, he prayed at least his lover wouldn’t watch…

Cain tore his gaze away from Samuel and went after Dean, dropping down onto his knees behind him. He laid a heavy, possessive hand over the small of the hunter's back, pushing him down slightly. "So obedient, is that what you like so much about your cock-slut?" Cain leaned in, and pressed his hard arousal against Dean's jean's clad ass, grinding against him as he looked up at Samuel. "Tsk, tsk.... you're angry... jealous. Your wings must be bleeding red." Shoving his fingers into the waistand of Dean's jeans, he yanked him closer, groaning as his cock collided with the hunter's ass, practically riding it as he held him in place.

He flooded more feelings of lust into his vessel to be, so much that moans started to emanate from Dean's throat. "Hear that Samuel, he really is mine." Leaning over Dean, he reached under, knife still in his hand, palming Dean's cock with the handle of the knife pressing against Dean.

Samuel's nostrils flared. Cain was right, his wings were probably getting redder by the minute. Only the fact that the knife was so close to Dean held the angel in place. That, and the need to think clearly, to find the right moment. Otherwise, Dean might not make it... or he'd become Cain's. So he had to clamp down on his need to break Cain's hands, and on the disturbing feelings curling through him at the thought of Dean hard and heavy for that tainted son of hell.

"You're sweating," Cain pointed out. "Are you imagining me inside him... inside this tight body?" He squeezed Dean hard, giving a satisfied sound when the hunter tried to rear up, but was forced to keep in place. "I want you to see him coming for me, want you to see him beg and plead for more, in ways he never has for you."

Sam wished he could brush Dean's mind, comfort him. Instead, he stood there mute, fists clenched at his side and feeling as impotent to stop this as he had against Gabriel. A muscle throbbed in his jaw but otherwise, he tried to appear impassive.

Abruptly, Cain stood up. "Let's start with something more personal," he said with a cruel twist of his lips. Moving in front of Dean, he stared at him. An invisible force shoved the hunter's head down, pressing his face into the floor. "Kiss you way up my leg. Beg for my cock, beg for it as you take me out," he told Dean, never taking his eyes off Samuel. Though he lessened the force on Dean's back, he would only allow him to move slowly.

Dean couldn’t help the tremble that passed through his body when he felt the heavy cold hand press against his back and shove him down even further. Fear, disgust, and arousal that wasn’t his own flooded through his veins like wild fire. It felt like he was burning up and freezing from the inside out at the same time. The feelings so strong they felt like they were tearing him to pieces a little at a time, and Dean wondered how much of him would actually be left when Cain was done ‘playing’ with him, when the fallen angel finally decided to take his body.

Then he felt Cain’s hard arousal pressing hard against his ass, only a few layers of cloth separating them, and another almost violent tremor passed through him. Partly from forced arousal, but mostly from fear.

“Please…” The plea broke from his lips before he could silence it, but it didn’t matter. Dean knew there would be no mercy from the thing behind him, in fact, his pleas would surely only encourage the fallen angel. Any further pleas were thankfully silenced when Cain pulled him back hard, and Dean gasped sharply. The moans that broke from his lips that followed embarrassed and ashamed him but he couldn’t stop them.

The sharp blade nicked the skin of his stomach as Cain grabbed his cock and squeezed him with the knife still in his hand. Dean felt his blood dripping down along his abdomen from the shallow wound, dripping underneath his unbuttoned jeans.

Another sound of both pain and pleasure broke from his throat when Cain squeezed him hard, taunting Samuel at the same time. Dean tried not to look back, he really did, but he couldn’t help it. He glanced back at Samuel and though the expression on his lover’s face broke his heart, it also gave him strength. He could do this. He wasn’t alone.

When Cain suddenly released him, Dean almost collapsed to the floor, but something was holding him up, even as it held him down at the same time. Cain. Keeping him in the position he wanted without touching him. Dean tried to look up at the fallen angel when Cain came around to his front, but instead he was shoved even harder down by the invisible hands holding him in place. Cain’s order made another tremor pass through him, and Dean swallowed hard against the bile that welled up in his throat.

It’s nothing worse than he’d done before… Dean kept trying to tell himself that, even as he moved to comply. It was such a strange feeling, feeling such revulsion and arousal at the same time. He knew the latter wasn’t his own but it was still odd feeling both at the same time as he pressed his lips against the inside of Cain’s calf, wanton needy sounds spilling from his throat that he wished he could stop but didn’t try to.

Doing exactly what Cain wanted him to. He kissed his way slowly up the fallen angel’s leg, his hands following. Moving up until he finally reached Cain’s groin and rubbed his cheek against the hard length straining against the tight black leather. Dean looked up at the fallen angel through his eyelashes as he moaned in need, begging, just like a good little slut.

Cain's breath caught in his throat. That mouth, that perfect mouth pleading for him, for it. He hadn't realized how much he wanted to ram his cock down Dean's mouth, and not only for Sam's entertainment. "That's right, tell me how much you want it," he said, pressing Dean's face against the hard ridge visible along his thigh.

With one hand, he undid his button, then unzipped.

"God dammit!"

"Blasphemy?" Cain shot Samuel a purely malevolent look. "And we're only just getting started. How far will you fall?" he asked, pulling out his cock. "How far, Samuel, when I'm fucking his mouth? When he's choking on me and pleading for more?" Seeing Samuel take a step closer to the fire, it gave him such satisfaction.

Cain gripped Dean's jaw, forcing his face up. He rubbed his aching cock across those lips of his, pulsing more lust through Dean's body, making him want it bad.

Samuel's heart slammed against his chest, his shooting straight to his temples as he watched hell's filth tease Dean's mouth with his swollen and flushed cock. That someone else was touching what was his, only his, had his blood boiling. That the person was evil and tainted, and that he was able to humiliate Dean, make him plead like that, made it a thousand times worse.

Pulling his gaze away from the tortured angel, Cain looked down. "Take it, bitch." One hand behind Dean's head, he pushed his eager cock into his mouth, forcing him to take every inch, all the way down to his throat, and moaning as he felt Dean struggle. "Suck it." His eyes turned steely gray as he forced his will on Dean, and leaned back as Samuel's little slut started to work him his cock.

Dean wondered briefly if it was possible to go insane from arousal as even more was forced into him. So much it was practically torture, his cock so hard and throbbing it felt like it was going to explode, his skin so hyper sensitive that every touch seemed to feel like razor blades drawing down his flesh. Maybe that was part of Cain’s plan. To drive him literally mad with need. Leaving him nothing but a wonton jabbering mass begging for only one thing… To be fucked by the fallen angel…

That thought terrified him, but it was so hard to feel anything besides the arousal that Cain forced upon him. Even the disgust he knew he should feel from the way he continued to rub against the fallen angel’s crotch like a cat in heat seemed small and insignificant compared to the lust burning in his veins. He barely even heard Samuel’s swear through the hammering of his heart and his own wanton moans.

Fall… Samuel? Is that what Cain wanted? For Samuel to fall? To become like him? Dean remembered the other fallen angel he’d had the ‘pleasure’ of meeting. The one that had taken him to where Gabriel was holding Samuel prisoner. He remembered the darkness that emanated from it. He remembered its bloody wings… no… that wouldn’t happen to Samuel. Samuel was too strong…

And yet, Gabriel had fallen… due to jealousy…

Almost before the fear for his lover could even form inside of him at the possibility, it was buried under another wave of powerful lust as Cain grabbed his jaw and rubbed the head of his swollen hard cock over his lips. Dean heard himself moan loudly even as he tried to pull away, but couldn’t.

Though he had sworn to obey, to give his body over to whatever Cain wanted that was the deal, Dean couldn’t help when he started to fight as the fallen angel rammed his cock down his throat. Fighting against the need in his own body, fighting against Cain’s hold, fighting for his very sanity, but it was a battle lost before it had truly began.

His fingers dug into the black clad thighs, clinging to the fallen angel even as he tried to pull away. Moans of desire intermingled with sounds of protest around the thick length throbbing in his mouth. Cain didn’t even need to hold his head in place as he took the other man’s cock as deep as the fallen angel wanted, even if it choked him. Cain didn’t even need to fuck his mouth as Dean eagerly bobbed his head, sucking on the hard length like the perfect whore.

Samuel's eyes went darker than ebony as he watched Dean swallow Cain's cock. His jaw tensed and the temperature in the room dropped significantly. He had to fight, to struggle to dampen the building hate for Cain who was rubbing his filthy hands all over Dean's face, and tugging on his hair like he belonged to him. His lover's choking sounds and the fallen angel's disregard had him burning up.

Between getting Samuel worked up over the loss of his slut, and having the slut service him, Cain lost himself in lust. The knife slipped from his hand to the floor, but he didn't care, he could hold Dean in place with his power. Right now, he needed to slake his lust, and to put on a show for Samuel. Bending his knees slightly, he started to fuck Dean's mouth, ramming himself as deep as he could go, enjoying the gurgling and heaving as Dean sucked him, even when he couldn't breath. "Mine now. I can fuck you to death and still take your body, and you'll beg me too." Eyes closed, he started to describe ten ways he might kill Dean, all the while fucking his mouth hard and grunting between words.

It happened as if all at once, Samuel's sword appeared in his hand, he stepped through the ring of fire, and strode up behind Cain. Grabbing Cain's long hair, he yanked it hard, putting so much power behind it that the fallen angel went sailing through the air. Giving Dean only a cursory look, Samuel headed after Cain, using his sword much like a shield, to protect himself and Dean from the blasts of tainted energy Cain was shooting their way.

"This ends it," Samuel said in an ice cold voice, moving closer, the wind kicking up around them.

A black sword appeared in Cain's hand and pointing it at Samuel, he walked towards him. They met in the middle, their swords clashing and setting off electrical charges like thunderbolts that seared anything they hit. Dean. Get out of here. Now. Expecting instant obedience of his mental command, Samuel concentrated on Cain.

Both angel and fallen angel fought with swords, and with the energies that shot from their palms. Samuel began to speak ancient words given by Him, words that would bind his fallen children. The air got thicker around Cain as the ritual started to take effect. He swung his sword slower and the burst of power he tried to use to pulverize Samuel moved through the air with much less speed, making it easy for Sam to avoid them or use his sword to deflect.

The advantage was Samuel's and he wasn't going to waste it. His sword clashed with Cain's, discharging a thunderbolt that destroyed the wall of the building. "Arrghhh," he lifted his sword again, and swung it more like an axe than an elegant weapon, his left hand going up at the same timee. While Cain was mesmerized by the sword, energy started to shoot from his palm straight for Cain who had lost his sword now. The fallen angel's body started to absorbe the white charge, and he shouted in pain.

There was no mercy in Samuel's eyes, none. He started to chant again, stepping closer, close enough not to kill him with either sword or power. He raised the sword again and as he started to strike, something gripped his ankely and pulled him back.

As he turned to see what it was, something else wrapped itself around his sword arm, and yanked the sword away. It went clattering to the ground. Samuel's eyes widened as he saw black tendrils reaching for him, tainted like hell... "Cain!" he shouted, knowing the fallen angel had opened yet another gate to hell.

Before he could fly, or protect himself, he was dragged to the floor, face first. He reached out to get his sword, his fingertips slipping past it as he was dragged across the room. He knew it would lead to the pit of hell, and he fought to remain, to make the agents of hell let go. He was chanting again, calling on the powers of the Holy Ghost. The black tendrils were smoking, but yet strong as they continued to pull him.

Cain pushed his hair back, and struggled to stand straight. "Game point, Samuel. Game point."

Dean couldn’t breathe beyond the thick cock ramming down his throat, but every choked pained sound he made only seemed to make the fallen angel fuck his mouth harder. It was so bad, the young man felt himself getting lightheaded. Dark spots beginning to dance in front of his eyes and he wondered if he really could suffocate like this. Literally choke on another man’s cock. Dean knew he should feel fear, but all he could do was whimper and moan around the huge dick ramming down and bruising his throat, the lust Cain continued to feed into him allowing him to feel nothing else.

Besides, Cain wouldn’t kill him… yet… Perhaps he would eventually. Sometime while he was fucking him one of the many ways Cain was describing in vivid detail as he tortured his mouth, but not yet. It would not be over this soon.

But even as that thought formed in his head, suddenly it was over. He was being torn away from the fallen angel, or maybe it was the other way around, Dean couldn’t be sure at that point. All he knew was that suddenly he wasn’t being held anymore, his mouth wasn’t being brutally assaulted anymore, and he was falling. He crumbled to the ground, gasping desperately for air, and his vision swimming.

Then Samuel was once more in his thoughts, pushing through Cain’s influence, and that brought him back from the edge of unconsciousness faster than anything else. His lover’s mental demand was unfortunately easier said than done. Dean’s entire body was still trembling and weak from the powerful feelings Cain had forced onto him. They had not dissipated when Cain’s touch had left him and Dean could barely push himself up on shaking arms, and raise his head to see his lover and the fallen angel locked in combat.

It wasn’t supposed to happen like this. Samuel was supposed to have killed Cain while he was distracted, but now his lover and the former angel were trading blows, both physical and using the powerful energies of heaven and hell against each other. Dean had to duck and cover his head when a stray blast of energy sent debris raining down on him from an exploded wall.

Samuel wanted him to run. He couldn’t. Even if he wanted to, he wouldn’t. He was not going to leave Sam to battle Cain alone. Unfortunately Dean wasn’t doing Samuel any good being in the line of fire like this either. Then Dean remembered the colt. It was still upstairs. It had worked on Gabriel, there was no reason why it couldn’t work on Cain as well. If Dean could reach it…

He started to push himself up, using a broken chair for leverage, but another powerful explosion of power exchanged between the two angels and his own weakness sent him down once more. His body unwilling to obey his commands, but he managed to start to crawl out of the way. Trying to reach the stairs, and the gun, but despite the fact that Samuel had lost his last battle with Cain his lover seemed to have the upper hand now.

Then the unthinkable happened. Dean felt it. The energies of hell building, drawn on by Cain, but before he could scream a warning to Samuel the hell pit burst forth and dark tendrils grabbed the angel, starting to pull him down into hell. Samuel struggled, fought, but his battle with Cain had obviously weakened him already. The angel reached for his fallen sword but it was beyond his reach as the tendrils began to drag Samuel into hell.

Dean could feel them. The demons coming up through the doorway, soon they would be upon them. There was no way that Samuel could defeat them and Cain… no… No!

Samuel couldn’t reach his sword, but Dean could. The young man didn’t even think twice about all of the angel’s warnings before he dove for the blue white blade, though they all came back to him once his fingers curled around the hilt. So often Samuel had warned him not to touch the sword, it would ‘burn’ him, and Dean only realized now what an inadequate description that was. The pain that traveled through him to his very core was indescribable, and Dean wasn’t sure how he didn’t scream.

Instead of releasing the blade as every cell in his body demanded of him, Dean held onto it tighter. Cain was on his feet again, his focus only on Samuel. Gloating. Using every ounce of willpower and whatever strength he had left, Dean surged to his feet and drove Samuel’s blade through Cain’s back straight through to his front. The resulting shockwave that slammed into him sent him flying and landing hard several feet away.

Dean had no idea if his desperate gambit had even worked. He would have loved to see Cain’s shocked expression if it had… unfortunately all he saw was darkness.

Samuel could not fight both the fingers of hell dragging him into the pit and Cain at the same time. One thing he could do was survive hell. He'd done it before. What he could not do was leave Dean to Cain.

Floorboards buckled under his chest and stomach as his innate power unsuccessfully tried to act as a brake. He arched up and focused all of his energies into his hand and fingers. Dean, get out. The power he intended to unleash could easily destroy the entire building. He couldn't spare a moment to confirm his lover had heard and obeyed. Eyes dark and laser-focused on Cain, he started chant. His palm grew warm, then hot, and just before he blasted Cain, he saw Dean struggling to stand. No. No, no, no... Dean!

Horrified, Samuel distracted Cain with small charges rather than everything he had... his sole hope of success dissipating. Suddenly he felt anguish. Almost unimaginable pain flooding over his mental connection with Dean. "Nooooo!" he shouted, knowing his lover would be burned to a nub... sure of it.

Then everything went silent. Cain stopped, staggered forward, and the ground shook with the force of an earthquake. Propelled toward him, Cain fell in a heap next to him. Samuel reach out and grasped the fallen angel's arm, shouting through gritted teeth as he held tight and refused to allow the tendrils to budge him even when it felt like his body was about to be torn in half. Reaching with his other hand, he grabbed the hilt of his sword and pulled it out of Cain. Using it to cut the hold the tendrils of hell had on him, he stood up, his heart heavy with sorrow as he took a few staggered steps, searching for a pile of ash.

"Dean? Dean?" He swallowed and called again, mentally, using his sword to push away a table top that was piled over other debris. "Dean!" Samuel started to lift furniture and toss it aside, as he searched, but the silence in his mind gave him the answers he did not want to hear. He had not saved Dean from hell only to be the cause of his death, he had not.

Falling to his knees, he shouted Dean's name once again. This time the entire building shook with his sorrow and pain. He barely noticed when other angels arrived, didn't hear them chanting and closing the gaping gate to hell, and hardly noticed the hand on his shoulder.

"Samuel." Michael gripped his shoulder. "Did he..." his eye strayed to Cain's body. "Hell? Did he send him to hell? I will go with you," he offered. "Hurry."

Tears streamed down Samuel's face as he shook his head. "It is not that simple."

"Simple?" Cocking his head, Michael prodded him for answers.

"He did this. He used my sword. He killed Cain and he's...."

"That is impossible. No human can hold one of our swords long enough to do that. You have to be mis--"

"HE WIELDED MY SWORD!" Samuel shouted. "He wielded it. He killed Cain while I was being dragged into hell. Do you understand that... he did it, and now..."

"The human lives."

Samuel's face jerked up. He saw Dean in the arms of another angel, deathly pale. He shook his head.

"He is not dead, and he is not burned Samuel. You of all people should know miracles are possible."

Letting out his breath, Sam allowed Michael to help him up, the pushed the angel away as he strode over to Dean and touched his face. He swallowed over the lump in his throat and smiled. "He's... he's got nine lives."

"With the friends he hangs around with, he needs them," Michael said drily.

* * *

It was a large, ornate room, much like ones found in palaces. Dean was laying in the bed, still out cold, but cleaned of all other signs of battle. Samuel was dressed in white from head to food, and sat on a chair next to the bed, an unread book in his hand. His eyes were constantly on Dean, his every sense in tune with him, listening to his breaths, watching his chest rise, thanking his father when he started to hear echoes of dreaming coming from Dean. It was more than he'd hoped for, a gift... a miracle.

He felt like he was… floating… for a long time. It was dark, but the darkness didn’t frighten him. Not anymore. He felt warm. He felt safe. Protected… He wasn’t sure how long he remained there. It could have been hours, days, weeks, months, maybe even years. There was nothing to judge time by, nothing at all, but oddly enough that didn’t bother him either. Even though he didn’t know where he was… or even who he was… It was peaceful, there was no pain, and he wasn’t sure if he even wanted to leave this place.

But then, out of the dark, there was a spark. Just the faintest bit of light, and he felt… a tugging… on him. It was strange to say the least, but it wasn’t alarming. The light was even warmer than the dark, it was soothing, welcoming, loving… so he didn’t resist the tugging, even as he felt the comforting darkness start to fade.

As the darkness faded, the light growing brighter, he began to feel other things. He wasn’t floating anymore, but resting on something just as soft. He began to hear whispers of sound, words he didn’t understand, but that was alright. He knew their meaning even if he didn’t understand them. They meant comfort, and love.

Memories began to flicker across the light like an old camera reel, just random images that had no meaning at first, but he knew were important. Places, people, names… he remembered his own then he remembered another’s even more… dear to him. One face in his memories he wanted to see above all others.

The light was giving away to darkness again, but at the same time things became clearer. He was more aware of his body. His muscles ached. His throat was dry and swollen. His head hurt like a three day hangover… but he was alive. He could feel his own heart beating in his chest, he could feel every slow breath he took in and out, he could feel the fluttering of his own eyelashes against his cheeks, and he finally opened his eyes.

As his blurry vision started to clear he realized was looking up at the ceiling of a room he didn’t recognize. But when turned his head towards the sound of a book hitting the floor, his gaze fell on a very familiar face, and Dean smiled.

Samuel's expression remained serious for a moment as he inspected Dean's face, noting the brightness of his eyes and that smile that made the ancient angel's heart tumble. Reaching out, he ran his knuckles back and forth across Dean's cheek, finally smiling back at him and accepting he was fine. "If I'd lost you?" Samuel hung his head for a moment and shook his head, then looked back up at Dean. "I don't know. I don't know how I would have dealt with it. But you're here, and alive and I want to..." he looked behind him at the door, then leaned in and dropped a light kiss on Dean's lips. "No, not that. I want to hold you tight."

Seeing as they were in Michaels home, and there were other angels around, he did the next best thing, gave Dean a mental image of his arms wrapped around Dean. He'd hold him so hard, so close that he'd feel his lover's heartbeats, proof that he was alive.

"It's over. Cain is dead. You killed him with my sword." He didn't know how much Dean remembered. "And saved my life. Again." He gave a low laugh. "I think we're even, can we call a draw... please?" He might be an angel, but he wasn't so sure his heart could take anymore near death experiences where his love was concerned.

Seeing that cocky smile emerge, he added. "You're stubborn, and willful," he nodded, "a complete handful and I should take you across my knees and spank you for your rebellious ways." Despite his words, Sam didn't lose his smile, but only shared how afraid he'd been when Dean didn't listen to his order to get out, and then disobeyed again by touching his sword. By the way, instead of calling you 'the human,' many angels are now calling you 'the miracle.' Just so you know.

Samuel looked so… serious… for a few moments, just staring at him, a question started to enter the young man’s eyes. Before he could ask the angel what was wrong, however, his lover’s expression finally softened and returned his smile, though it seemed almost hesitant. Dean was still too tired to analyze it too much though, and merely sighed softly in pleasure when Sam reached out to touch his cheek.

Lost him? No. Samuel would never lose him. He would never leave him. The angel was stuck with him.

Then Samuel was kissing him softly and nothing else mattered. Though it was over far too quick for Dean’s liking, Dean couldn’t help the small huff of laughter that escaped him when Sam explained that’s not what he wanted, even though he’d done it. But then the angel went on to show him how he wanted to hold him so tight, and Dean wondered what was stopping him. Then again, maybe the soreness Dean felt deep in every muscle of his body had something to do with it.

Then Samuel started to explain. Over? Cain… was dead? Slowly memories began to click into place like pieces of a puzzle. Images that hadn’t made much sense to him starting to become less fuzzy and clearer.

Dean remembered Cain coming for them after he’d destroyed the protections. The trap they’d set. Things going… not quite as planned. He remembered Cain preparing to rape him. The way the fallen angel had abused his mouth… well, that explained why his throat felt so sore and swollen. He’d used Samuel’s sword? He’d killed Cain? Well… he guessed that explained why he was lying in this bed. Though it didn’t much explain why he was still… alive. He should be dead. Dean was sure he was going to die when he’d touched Samuel’s sword.

But it was over. Cain was dead. And Samuel, he’d saved Samuel. Dean couldn’t help but grin, even as his lover begged them to call it a ‘draw’. Yeah… he supposed they could do that. Then Sam went on to ‘scold’ him, threatening to take him over his knee as he’d often done whenever the angel thought Dean was being ‘difficult’ and instead of cowing him it usually led to a really hot making out session. Right now though, Dean only laughed again softly.

Then Samuel told him what other angels were ‘calling’ him now, and Dean raised an eyebrow. Well, that was kind of corny… but a second later Dean realized the implications of what Sam had said and fear began to replace the amusement in his eyes. They were supposed to be on the run. Michael had said the other angels would want him dead for killing Gabriel, and even if somehow that wasn’t the case now, they knew about him and Sam. What if they tried to separate them again? What if they tried to punish Samuel again for loving him?

What’s… going to… happen? Dean finally managed to ask through their bond, not really trusting his voice at the moment because his throat was so abused. Though even his mental ‘voice’ was a little weak and shaky, almost as though he were learning to use it all over again.

Sam hadn't expected that question to come so quickly. Though their plan to eliminate Cain had worked, they hadn't expected that a gate to hell would be opened and would attract the attention of a cadre of angels, making their escape an impossibility. I am not sure.

He took Dean's hand in his larger one, his expression serene as he tried to infuse his lover with the same calmness of spirit. "You've been out for two and a half days. There have been meetings, quite a few of them right here, in your room." The reason for it had been that Samuel refused to leave Dean alone for long periods, and even minutes had him antsy and unable to concentrate. It was the complete lack of mental communication that had him feeling as if he was off his rails, that and the fear that Dean would not come out of this unscathed. No human had survived after holding an angel's sword, and with Dean being an exception, no one could say if he'd have his mental faculties or be reduced to the state that many humans were reduced to when they saw an angel in its true form.

"I have shown them Gabriel's justice," his eyes shifted away from Dean. He licked his lips. "Naturally, none of the Council knew. And Michael and a few others were raising questions about my punishment, thanks to you and because he was acting erratic." He looked back at Dean. "I downplayed the details of how he died, just said it happened in the course of my escape aided by you."

Seeing Dean was going to argue, he shook his head. "Shshsh. Just... please Dean? There has been a changing of the guard. There's a reason I wasn't questioned further, don't put it out there at the moment. This way it can be ignored if they want." He didn't know if any of this made sense to Dean, but he had to see that the politics of heaven was not something Dean was capable of steering through alone. "Our battle with Cain has been recorded, as well as the miracle. Now we wait while they weigh all of the evidence." Squeezing Dean's hand, he gave him a small smile. "if you've never prayed before, now is the time. I, for one, have hope."

Not sure… well, that certainly wasn’t very comforting.

Maybe they could still get away, go on the run like they’d planned. The room they were in hardly looked like a prison, but looks could be deceiving. Still, maybe they could slip out somehow. Maybe that’s what Sam had been waiting for, for him to wake up so they could make their escape.

Sam must have sensed his runaway thoughts, because the angel took his hand and Dean felt his lover trying to calm him. The same way Samuel’s mere touch once had in the early days right after he’d left the Asylum. When Samuel would allow him to crawl into his bed and hold him after a horrible nightmare, comforting him, letting him to sleep peacefully through the night.

God, that seemed so long ago now.

It was hard to feel calm though when their fate was so uncertain. If the other angels tried to separate them again… Dean didn’t know how he would endure it. The first time had been bad enough. Even though he wouldn’t have to watch his lover being tortured by Gabriel, not being with Sam, being alone for the rest of his life, would be hell enough on its own.

He’d been unconscious for over two days? Dean’s eyebrows rose a little at that news, though he wasn’t sure if he was surprised he’d been out that long or that it hadn’t been longer. Dean wanted to ask Samuel what kind of meetings, but then his lover looked away and told him. Dean’s own eyes turned pained and he squeezed his lover’s hand gently in comfort. He could only imagine how difficult it must have been for Sam to relive those months…

Though when Sam admitted that he didn’t tell the other angels how Gabriel had died, Dean frowned and his eyes filled with worry. Why hadn’t Sam told them, for fucks sake! Dean remembered all too well what Michael had shown him, what a punishment for an angel killing another would be. Of course they’d assumed that Samuel had killed Gabriel, not him. What the fuck was Samuel doing?!

The same thing Dean would have done if their positions were reversed, that’s what. Trying to protect him.

Oh, he wanted to argue all right. Dean had quite a few choice words he wanted to say, but the look in Samuel’s eyes when his lover begged him not to nearly broke Dean’s heart and all he could do was nod instead. Would they just… ignore it? As Samuel put it. What if it wasn’t ignored? Dean wouldn’t remain silent then, he’d take the full blame for killing Gabriel. But until then, he’d trust Samuel and he would stay quiet.

The miracle… right. Didn’t feel much like a miracle, Dean decided as he shifted a little and winced. Though he returned the slight squeeze of his hand, he couldn’t return Sam’s smile. Praying… it certainly hadn’t seemed to help them so far.

The next three days were a difficult time of waiting. Samuel had his emotions under control and appeared serene, but Dean was a different matter. Once he realized they were at Michaels' residence and not quite free to leave, he grew antsy. Especially once he was able to get out of bed and walk around.

The halls were empty for the most part. The angel guard kept a low profile on Michael's orders, while many of the angels were at meetings to discuss the fates of Samuel and Dean. During the days, he'd drag Dean out to the vast gardens hoping he would relax, but gardens weren't his lover's thing. There was television for Dean, and books for Sam, but inevitable, Dean would get up and start to pace, and ask when they'd hear something, and why they couldn't be there. Sam's explanation that Michael was their mouthpiece did not sit well, but in Sam's view, opening themselves up to questions would be worse. Michael had the barebone facts, and could argue them. Sam and Dean could be tripped up by cross-examination, and no doubt, their relationship would become the focus of the meetings, instead of the execution of the original opunishment, Gabriel's misconduct and death, and the battle against Cain.

It was also difficult, for both of them, to be so close and yet apart. In public, Sam touched Dean as much as he dared, putting his hand behind his back as he steered him to the dining room or the gardens. He also gave him chaste kisses on the forehead or cheek, and held his hand. At nights, he sat on the chair next to Dean's bed, refusing to leave, but unable to get into the same bed. They'd been burned by that mistake before.

Several times, Dean had tried to get him to play mentally. He'd show Sam images of himself stripping or touching Samuel, trying to engage him in mental sex play. Samuel stopped him every time. This wasn't the place, or the time, though God knew if they were alone... He wanted Dean as much as he ever had, wanted to erase Cain's touch, wanted his lover to replace the memory of the fallen angel completely.

*

In the large library, Sam stood by the window, book in hand and looking outside. He sensed that many of his kind were about to descend, and had mentally told Dean to be prepared. Smiling, he turned around as Dean barged in asking when they were getting the show on the road.

He crossed the room and put one arm around him, holding him close for a few seconds before pulling away. "Soon," he nodded. "Just... Dean, let them have their say. We'll have a chance to appeal if... you know. But it has to be in an orderly manner or they will bar you and me from speaking. Now... let's trust in Michael."

A few moments later, the dark haired angel walked into the room. His face gave nothing away as he walked for to Samuel, and kissed him in greeting, and then did the same to Dean.

Sam's gaze sharpened slightly. In the past, there would be no suspicion in his mind. But his eyes had been opened by Gabriel, and then there was the fact that he himself had fallen in love. When Michael met his eyes, his gaze was clear and guiltless. He must, however, have felt Sam's concern.

Laughing, Michael said, "he is almost as good looking as Raphael, but he is your handful."

As others came to the door of the library, Michael called them in. "Let's not stand on formality, we'll have the meeting here." Once approximately ten angels joined them, he gave a preliminary statement. First he reviewed the original sin that had started everything, Samuel's conduct of having tasten forbidden fruit in the form of the human, Dean.

Sam moved closer to Dean, brushing his mind to sooth him.

Then Michael reviewed Gabriel's misconduct in enough graphic detail to make Sam hold his breath and wait for it to be over. After he finished, he told them, it had been deemed that Samuel had served all the punishment he would for his relationship with Dean. Though Samuel was pleased, he pressed his lips together. What was just as important was whether they'd be allowed to stay together. In his heart of hearts, he knew if their edict was anything other than that, he would break that rule, he would.

Next Michael spoke of the death of Gabriel. He reviewed the seriousness of the crime of killing an angel, and that extenuating circumstances were not often considered. In this case, however, it had been deemed the killing was unplanned and involuntary or in self defense. One angel who might have been killed by Gabriel had been saved, and the loss of the other who was clearly demented, in balance, seemed to constitute unusual circumstance which would allow for an unusual ruling. There would be no punishment for Gabriel's death.

Samuel and even more so, Dean, were recognized for their role in destroying Cain. The act of a human holding an angel's sword was deemed a miracle. More than that, it had to mean that despite the sins that clung to the body of the man, his soul was somehow pure. There was speculation that his connection with Samuel perhaps acted in someway to cleanse his soul.

Sam almost reached for Dean, then dropped his hand as Michael reached his last point. The prophets had been consulted, and ancient texts searched, and two other cases of an angel having a mental connection with a human were found. There was precedence for allowing the liaison as an inevitable consequence of the connection, but it came at a high price.

Frowning, Sam looked at Michael, hoping it wasn't a price Dean would have to pay.

"Samuel, you may choose to stay with Dean, but you will relinquish the gates of heaven for all time. Man will be your business now, and after Dean passes from this life. Do you understand?"

Sam blinked and felt tears stinging his eyes. "Yes," he said hoarsely. "I'll need to talk to... we'll need to talk."

Michael nodded. "You may give your response and record it in the great book before you leave. You're welcome to stay for dinner though, Raphael will be here."

Sam didn't speak a word, not until all of the angels were gone. Then he crossed the small space between them and closed his arms around Dean. "It couldn't be any better, or any worse."

Dean had recovered from his injuries faster than he’d expected. That first day he’d awoken from his coma he’d spent most of it sleeping, ironically. After sleeping for almost three days straight, you’d think he’d had enough. At least every time he woke Samuel was there. By his side, holding his hand, and ready to comfort him from any bad dreams that may plague him.

The next day he’d been able to sit up and stay awake for more than a few hours at a time. He’d had his first real meal since he’d woken up and might have overdone it a bit stuffing himself full. But considering he hadn’t eaten in three days it was probably no surprise he was ravenous. In more than one way…

Samuel wouldn’t touch him or kiss him in any way that wasn’t completely platonic. Maybe Dean could have endured that, but then Samuel wouldn’t even sleep next to him. Just sleep, not even have sex, he just needed his lover close to him, the angel’s arms around him… But Samuel refused, and the all too recent memories of what had happened the last time Dean had pushed when his lover said no were enough to keep Dean from insisting.

Even though it was difficult, his entire body aching for his lover’s touch, and constantly left unsatisfied, yearning… He missed Sam, so much, and his lover was right next to him. He found himself missing Samuel’s mental touch as well, because the angel refused him even that as well. Even though there was no chance of anyone ‘over hearing’ them or ‘seeing’ them…

The waiting didn’t help. By the third day he was able to get out of bed, but he still felt restless and confined. Probably because they were confined, in Michael’s home, under house arrest by angels, and with no word on what was happening or what their fate may be. Samuel tried to distract him from his restlessness, of course, but it didn’t do much good. Especially when they were imprisoned, as nice a prison as it may be it was still a prison, and they couldn’t even speak in their own defense.

Instead Michael was speaking for them… and Dean remembered all too well how his last meeting with Michael had gone. While he didn’t think the angel would do or say anything to hurt Samuel, Dean wasn’t exactly on his favorite person’s list. Dean wouldn’t be surprised if Michael did his best to convince the other angels, as if they’d need convincing, to keep them apart. Michael might think it was for Samuel’s own good, especially since he thought Dean and his love was selfish and look at what had happened to Samuel because of it.

So, yeah, Dean wasn’t too happy about that.

He also wasn’t too happy with some other fears that began creeping into his thoughts in spite of himself. That maybe Samuel didn’t want to touch or hold him because of… other reasons… than the other angels watching them. That maybe it was because… of what Cain had done to him. What the fallen angel had made him do, how he’d made him moan like a whore even while he was choking on his cock… Maybe Sam was disgusted with him…

A part of him knew that wasn’t… couldn’t… be true… but then why was he thinking it? What if it was? What if Sam thought he was dirty… tainted… often Dean still felt dirty when he thought of it and no amount of washing removed the feeling of taint from his skin.

The forth day Samuel had gone to the library, alone, while Dean went for a walk. Dean knew his restlessness was affecting his lover, even if Samuel didn’t complain, and he figured the angel would want some space. Since Samuel hadn’t left his side from the moment he’d woken up.

Dean had been wearing a path with his pacing in one corner of the gardens when he heard Samuel’s mental ‘warning’ and he rushed to the library as fast as he could. Trying to appear calm, but his heart was beating so hard against his ribs he could practically hear it. But Sam didn’t appear worried. Hopefully it was a good sign… he hoped…

The young man swallowed hard and nodded at Samuel’s suggestion. Sure, he wasn’t good at being told to keep his mouth shut… but this time he’d try. Though when his lover went on to explain that even if things didn’t go their way they’d have a chance to appeal Dean felt his heart plummet. Yeah… that wasn’t very reassuring at all. Especially if ‘appeals’ in heaven were anything like human courts, they’d probably be lucky if their plea got heard before Dean was ninety or something. The thought of never seeing or speaking to Samuel for years…

Dean wished he had as much trust in Michael as Samuel did.

When the other angel finally appeared, Samuel and then himself in the manner Dean had come to expect, he wished he could have offered the other angel a smile or something. But he couldn’t help doubting that Michael’s politeness was more a favor to Samuel than any real desire to see him. Michael had every reason to hate him…

Dean didn’t even notice the look that Samuel had given Michael when the other angel kissed him until Michael said something and Dean looked to his lover with a raised eyebrow. Well, now that was ironic. Especially when it used to be Dean who’d always get jealous when he saw someone else kissing Sam even innocently.

The slight look of amusement was wiped off Dean’s face rather quickly when the other angels arrived, however, and once more his heart rate sped up. Though he did his best to keep his nervousness from his expression, he wasn’t sure he was completely successful. Often he had to resist looking to Samuel for reassurance. Though Dean did look at his lover, returning Samuel’s brief mental brush, when he felt the angel’s anxiety when Gabriel’s… treatment… of him was mentioned. He wished he could do more. Like take his lover in his arms and hold him, but of course he couldn’t.

Samuel wouldn’t be expected to endure more punishment… thank god. Though Dean was more than a little surprised when they went on to say there would be no punishment met out for the death of Gabriel. Dean wondered how much that had to do with the fact that he’d killed Cain, using an angel’s sword, and somehow surviving. Maybe they figured it would be ‘bad luck’ to kill him after something like that. It was obvious they still had no idea how he’d survived. Azazel had told him his soul was still marked for hell, and nothing had happened since then to prove otherwise. The fact that he’d survived… probably just blind stupid luck. But as long as it worked in their favor, that’s what mattered, right?

Dean found himself holding his breath as Michael finally got to the point Dean most cared about, whether or not they would be allowed to remain together. It seemed… like a yes. Samuel could choose to remain with him, they wouldn’t even have to hide their relationship anymore, but any elation Dean might have felt was tempered by the condition Michael gave. Samuel couldn’t return to heaven… couldn’t go home… ever?

Dean looked to his lover, saw the tears that Samuel seemed barely able to hold back, and the young man’s heart plummeted somewhere around the center of the earth. Talk… Dean wasn’t sure he could talk past the lump in his throat the felt like it was choking him. After everything… after everything… Samuel was going to choose to give him up. Dean was sure of it.

He closed his eyes, fighting back his own tears, that tried to pour from him when Samuel hugged him for the first time in four days. He tried to hold them back, he really did, Dean didn’t want to make this any harder for Samuel after all. Dean couldn’t even really blame the angel. After what Cain had done to him… he couldn’t blame his lover for not wanting to give up so much… for damaged goods.

Dean swallowed hard and nodded slightly at Samuel’s words, taking a step back, pulling out of the angel’s embrace.

“I… I understand… its…” Dean tried to get the words out, to release his love from any obligation he might feel towards him, but he couldn’t… he just couldn’t.

Samuel was unused to being so conflicted. The times that he had been he could count on one hand, and he only now realized each time had to do with Dean, in one way or another.

He cleared his throat and searched Dean's face, feeling waves of suppressed sadness washing over him. "I thought you'd be happy," Sam whispered. It made no sense in his mind because Dean had never been about future gratification, so Sam had thought the decision would be easy for him. Or that he wouldn't understand the import of Michael's words. "You're..." he reached out and caught Dean's teardrop with his finger. "Sad."

The silence was resounding. Sam reached for Dean mentally. Talk to me, please. You know, in this I'll do whichever option pleases you more. Do you choose today, or tomorrow, for us? he asked, voice thick with emotion.

Happy? Why would Sam think he’d be happy about this? Confusion mingled with the despair he was feeling, and trying so very hard to hide from Samuel. Not wanting to make this any worse for his lover. He didn’t even realize that some of the tears he’d been fighting so hard against had escaped until the angel’s hand brushed his cheek, wiping them away.

Dean had to look away from his lover’s questioning eyes. He was trying, he was trying really fucking hard, not to break down completely.

Then Sam’s question filtered over their mental bond, and he almost missed it because he was trying so damn hard to keep his emotions in check so Samuel wouldn’t feel them. At the question though, he turned back to his lover, an almost surprised look on his face.

“You still want to be with me?” The words slipped out before he could stop them. Along with them all of his doubts and fears of why Sam wouldn’t want to be with him anymore, from what Cain had done to him to never being able to set foot in heaven again because of him, spilled over their link as well before Dean managed to put a plug on them.

"You doubt me?" Samuel asked, hurt and confusion tearing him apart until the barriers Dean had been trying to raise, slipped. He felt Dean's self-disgust over the way Cain used him, and his reactions to it, as well as his struggle... his determination not to be the cause of Samuel being barred from Heaven's gate.

"You have it all wrong," he pulled Dean into his arms, closing them tight around his body and resting his chin on Dean's head. "All wrong. There is nothing to forgive, you did what you had to... what I asked you to. If either of us should carry guilt about that day, that time, it's me." Sensing Dean's disbelief, he knew it had to partially do with Dean's having felt his disappointment in the loss of Dean's innocence, so long ago, when Dean had prostituted himself out. It's not the same. And back then, I was... my own feelings confused me, I was struggling with them. You know I would forgive you anything, and in this, there is nothing to forgive.

Unable to believe Dean thought he might never touch him again, Sam cupped Dean's chin, lifted it up and lowered his mouth down hard over Dean's. He kissed Dean with the pent up passion of a man who'd thought he lost Dean and who hadn't been able to touch him, to show him how happy he was that Dean was alive. It would have been unseemly, and dangerous to touch you here.

Tangling his tongue one last time with his lover's, he finally broke the kiss. "Dean, it's not about me going to heaven. It's about... It's about choosing us for now, a time that will surely pass in the blink of an eye, or waiting for your afterlife, and being together then... for eternity. I want you now, but I don't know how ... how I would live out eternity without you." He also wasn't sure how he'd live this life without Dean.

Dean didn’t know how to answer Samuel’s question and it was probably a good thing that the angel didn’t seem to expect him to. Because Sam pulled him into his arms and Dean couldn’t help but practically clutch the angel in return. He’d needed this so damned much, just to feel his lover’s arms around him holding him close, loving him. He needed to feel his lover’s touch and not… Cain’s… No, he didn’t doubt Sam’s love for him, but after everything that had happened…

He hated that he could sometimes still feel the touch of the fallen angel on his body, the feelings Cain had forced on him, and not being able to touch his lover on top of it. Not even to show Samuel how grateful he was that he was alive, that they were both alive. On top of that the fear that even after everything the other angels would still keep them apart…

Still, it was difficult not to feel guilt and disgust over what had happened, even when Samuel said he shouldn’t. A part of him knew his lover was right, he’d had no choice, Cain had given him none, but Dean was still ashamed of his reactions to the fallen angel’s touch. He was even more ashamed that Samuel had been there to witness his defilement… and then when Samuel would not touch him afterwards…

Then Samuel was kissing him and Dean could only moan into his lover’s mouth as he clutched at his lover even harder. Pressing himself closer and holding Samuel tighter, as though he was trying to meld their two bodies into one. He didn’t want that kiss to end, even though when Samuel finally broke it Dean was left panting hard out of breath.

But when Samuel started to explain… Dean couldn’t help the confusion he felt because that was not what Michael had said. Michael had said if Samuel chose him then he could not enter heaven. Period. He did not say that after he died he and Samuel could be together in heaven. But since Dean knew he’d probably never end up in heaven anyway, it was probably a moot point, wasn’t it.

Dean shook his head and hugged his lover even harder if it were possible.

“I won’t leave you. Ever.” He swore, not even sure how he’d keep that promise but somehow he would. There were ghosts all over the place, after all. Surely if they could remain here then he could as well. Somehow he would.

Samuel had two choices. He could waste time by starting to mourn Dean's eventual death, or he could live every day to its fullest with the man in his arm. He chose the latter.

"You plan to haunt an angel?" A chuckle worked its way out of Samuel. He held Dean tighter, but allowed himself to be happy. Wasn't this what he had wished for? A chance to be with Dean, without having to hide the true nature of their relationship? He had that now, they both did.

"Let's get out of here. I want to be alone with you. Alone and free," he whispered thickly.

*

A half hour later, Samuel had made a few telephone calls and had changed into jeans. Dean had changed too, and gotten a jacket, and then the two of them went to give Michael their decision. Like Sam, Michael was a little sad, though he understood that Dean had no notion of how short a human life span was to an angel. Still, as he told the two of them, he couldn't imagine Samuel, or anyone else in the universe, having the stamina to fight Dean off once Dean made up his mind. Only a fool would think Dean would put exercise patience and put something off for the future.

As soon as they were done with Michael, Sam took Dean's hand and headed outside. I know you suffered, wanting to be touched when I couldn't. It won't ever be like that again, Dean. He squeezed his lover's hand as he made the promise, then quickly added, "which doesn't mean we're having sex in public or... or whatever else it is you learn from that sexopera you watch." The flash of mischief that entered into Dean's eyes terrorized Sam. "No. We are not roleplaying Brian and Justin... just no." And the only reason he even knew the character names was that Dean loved to turn the show on when he was around.

He stopped in the middle of the garden and pulled Dean up against him. "You ready?" Sam had never been this ready. Once Dean had his arms around him, he looked up, and they shot up high into the sky.

A smile played on his lips as the wind blew through their hair and they passed over cities and forests and farms. "Missed this, being free." He'd tasted freedom when they'd escaped from Gabriel's prison, but even though those had been three glorious days, there had always been a dark cloud over them. The knowledge they had to face Cain and that they would be on the run from angels had always been there, a weight on their shoulders.

Because the wind snatched their words out of their mouths, they spoke through their bond for a while, and then Samuel started to drop down. It was twilight and the soft glow from the sun sinking into the horizon was reflected in the waters below, an intricate crisscrossing of canals and bridges lined by ancient Venetian buildings. The narrow sidewalks were crowded with people and many of the water taxi stops had lines of tourists waiting for rides.

Sam searched Dean's face. Our house is empty and everything is probably covered over. I thought we would celebrate here for a few days, before we go home. Or we can travel, see the world.

Dean merely grinned when Samuel obviously picked up some of his 'plans' through their link. The angel probably thought he was joking or something, but Dean was completely serious. He'd find a way to stay with Samuel. Dean would have to talk with Bobby some time and maybe together they could come up with some non-evil, non-zombie, way Dean could remain with the angel after he died.

He nodded when Samuel suggested that they get out of here. It was the best suggestion the angel had all day in Dean's opinion.

***

The meeting with Michael was less stressful than the first, though Dean could practically feel the disapproval radiating from the other angel when they told him their decision. Michael probably still thought he was stubborn and selfish. After everything that had happened to Samuel because of him Dean couldn't really blame him, he supposed. Michael probably thought that Samuel was sacrificing too much for him, yet again.

Foolish… maybe he was.

But Dean knew he couldn't go his whole life without Samuel. Just those few months without his lover had been agony. Sure, there wouldn't be the whole factor of Sam being imprisoned and tortured, but still being unable to love Sam… Dean knew he couldn't do it. Not to mention that none of them had any idea if Dean was still going to go to hell once he died…

He had to live in the now, no matter how long or short it might be. Besides, he wasn't planning on going to heaven once he died anyway, he was going to stay with Samuel one way or another. Of course Dean didn't mention that to Michael, he didn't need the other angel calling him arrogant and foolish again even if he was.

Dean was glad that Samuel decided not to stay for dinner. He could only imagine them all giving him the evil eye while he tried to eat because once more Samuel had chosen him and that choice had taken Sam away from them again. Despite still not being too fond of flying, Dean was looking forward to it this time, and as he hugged tight to Samuel as the angel flew them away from there Dean finally found himself relaxed and truly happy for the first time in… maybe years. Maybe even his whole life.

Sure he'd been happy before with Samuel before all of this, but there had always been that fear of discovery that hung over both their heads. Now? They were truly free to be together, no hiding, and Dean couldn't stop grinning from ear to ear the entire flight.

Though Dean had to admit when they finally landed he was quite surprised that they weren't home. Venice? Seriously? Dean almost laughed as he looked at the angel. Samuel was such a romantic.

Whatever you want. Dean replied, keeping his arms wrapped tightly around the angel even once they were back on solid ground once more and Sam set him down. The young man leaned in to kiss his lover hard and long before pulling back and giving the angel a mischievous grin. "As long as there's a wall for you to fuck me against, I'm happy."

Dean's laughter was infectious, though Samuel was cautious. That look in Dean's eyes told him that Dean was about to make a joke, call him a girl, or something, and he didn't need their mental connection to know where Dean's mind was taking him. But when no crack followed, he was surprised. Oh... it would come later though, the angel thought.

As Dean's arms tightened around him, Sam instinctively looked down to accept Dean's kiss. The world faded away as their tongues entwined and they held each other, for the first time with no fear of discovery and no need to hide this love that Samuel had been powerless to resist from the beginning. It had been such sweet torture in the beginning, feelings that had surfaced and he'd fought against in the name of 'right.' He thanked God he wasn't one to follow 'stupid rules' and one that banned the pure feelings he had for the man in his arms was definitely that. He knew an exception had been made for them because of the bond between them, but wondered if he'd have been able to resist if the bond hadn't been present.

When Dean broke the kiss and made his outrageous comment, Sam's gut tightening with anticipation. He put an around Dean's back and started walking him down the narrow sidewalk paralleling the canal. "Lots of walls, thick and ancient... strong." He waited a beat, and added, "of course we might want to give you a few more days to make sure you're fully recovered."

Grinning at the cursing that came from Dean, he started to point out landmarks. Churches, squares that had been written about and featured in many movies, and the palazzos that they could come back to visit. There were many restaurants, and they stopped to check menus so they'd know where they wanted to go later, or tomorrow. As they crossed a bridge that went over a canal, they looked down at the gondolas passing under. Samuel shouted to one of them in perfect Italian, and the gondolier started to sing out loud, gesturing dramatically even as he controled the oar.

Once the sailor was out of earshot, they walked on, looking into some windows, and taking in the ancient buildings. At one point, Dean felt sadness resonating from a man and left Dean's side for a moment. He went and spoke with him, and touched his forehead lightly. By the time he left, the man looked more at peace with himself and was even smiling.

Grabbing Dean's hand, Samuel pulled him into a narrow street that lead them to a much wider sidewalk along the grand canal. "We're here," he said, pushing a bougainvillea covered gate open. They were greeted in the courtyard by the property keeper who welcomed them to Villa Castello. Following him inside, they were given a tour of the two story five bedroom villa with verandas that looked out over both the grand canal, and on the other side, the alley like smaller canal.

Samuel told the man they wouldn't need room service or house cleaning. He accepted the keys, and watched as the man walked down the stairs and out the double doors. Then he turned to Dean who was standing in front of the large window framed by shutters, looking out at the vast waters of the grand canal. "Mmm, like the view," he said, his gaze locked on Dean only. "Have you picked out a room for us, or a wall?"

Dean grinned at Sam’s reassurance that there were plenty of nice strong walls around here, and the young man couldn’t really help it if his entire body thrummed with anticipation at the thought of Sam fucking him nice and hard against one of them. Dean gave his lover the evil eye though when Sam said they should wait till he was fully recovered. Fuck that. Sam knew he was damned well recovered enough for that. Even if he wasn’t, Dean still didn’t want to wait. He wanted Sam now, damn it.

But instead Sam seemed perfectly content to take his time showing him around the city where they would be staying. Venice was about as different from San Francisco as night and day, but not in a bad way. Just different.

Sam was obviously trying to be all romantic with his seduction, and Dean was half tempted to point out that he didn’t need to be. He didn’t need to be romanced or seduced, he was a sure thing after all. But it seemed to make Samuel happy so Dean went along with it. Even though he rolled his eyes a little at the angel when Sam got one of the boat men to sing for them.

When Sam left his side for a moment to go over to the depressed looking man, Dean couldn’t help but smile a little though. That was his Samuel. Dean almost kissed the angel again right there in the middle of the street, but Sam was pulling him along at a faster pace before he could and Dean was curious enough about where they were going that he decided to give the angel a rain check on that kiss.

He was kind of glad he did, because soon they were at the place they would apparently be staying while they were here and... wow. Samuel was definitely spoiling him.

Dean wandered around the large house while Samuel took care of business, and he was looking out at the impressive view they had when Sam finally returned to him. Dean smiled a little at the angel’s words, and especially the look in his lover’s eyes as Sam approached him. The young man wasted no time looping his arms around the angel’s neck once Samuel was close enough and grinned devilishly up at him.

“How about the floor, right here?” Dean asked huskily as he brought Sam’s mouth down to meet his.

Samuel's heart jumped as Dean threw his arms around his neck and drew him down for a kiss. Anywhere you want, any way you want, just want, he answered, his blood already on fire from the tone of Dean's voice. Sometimes it was all that it took to get Samuel going, and it never failed to surprise him. Dean... this... it was a gift, all of the emotions and sensations that were wrapped up in his feelings for this one man.

Sweeping his hands up Dean's shoulders, he cupped his neck, his thumbs tracing his lover's jawline as his mouth moved back and forth over Dean's, his tongue tangling with his lover's, mapping every corner of his mouth, claiming him once more as his own. Mine, only. Cupping Dean's face with both hands, he crushed his lips harder against Dean's, practically devouring him.

Dropping his hands, he started to unbutton Dean's shirt, his mouth still welded to Dean's, walking him backwards as he tried to get closer. Tease, he said, suspecting that Dean was intentionally stepping back each time Sam tried to bring their bodies into contact. As soon as he had the shirt unbuttoned, he pushed it off Dean's shoulders, and followed by pulling his shirt up over his head.

A predatory look entered his eyes. He gripped Dean's wrists and pulled them down, slightly behind Dean's back, then stepped back. A force held Dean in place, unable to step back or move forward. "I can tease too, I learn fast," he said walking around behind Dean. He kissed the side of his neck, and put his arms around him, sucking his breath in as his palms met warm skin and rippling muscles. He stroked every inch of Dean's chest and sides, kissing his ear, nipping his ear lobe and then nuzzling his throat.

His need flooded across their mental connection and came back twice as strong, laced with Dean's needs. He unbuttoned Dean's jeans, then holding the material with one hand, pulled the zipper down with the other. Just as he shoved his large hand under Dean's shorts, he ground his hips into Dean's ass, pressing his rock hard arousal up against him. "Need you. Want you so bad," he said huskily, closing his fist around Dean's already hard flesh.

Dean couldn’t help but moan into his lover’s mouth at Samuel’s words and the way the angel kissed him so possessively. He loved it when his lover got like this, claiming him. The way Samuel held him and kissed him left absolutely no doubt as to whom he belonged to, as if there was any doubt before, and Dean willingly let the angel take control.

Yours always.

Though just because he let Samuel take control didn’t mean he couldn’t make the angel work for it a little. Even though he let his lover unbutton and push off his shirt as they kissed, he didn’t let Sam get too close yet. Dean didn’t want this over quickly, after all, even if it meant teasing them both.

He couldn’t help but grin a little at his lover’s accusation, even as the young man ran his own hands possessively over his lover’s exposed chest once Samuel removed his shirt. He wasn’t able to touch his lover for long however, because Sam suddenly grabbed his wrists. The look in the angle’s eyes as Sam pinned his wrists behind him made Dean’s breath catch a little. Anticipation making his stomach clench a little.

“I would hope so, after this long.” Dean couldn’t help the cheeky reply as he grinned up at his lover. His eyebrows rising a little when Samuel released him and Dean realized he still couldn’t move. Well, that was just cheating. But Dean couldn’t really complain too much as his lover started kissing his throat and running his hands over him possessively, making the young man’s eyes flutter closed and a soft groan of pleasure escape him.

“Yes…” He whispered when those exquisite hands moved lower, undoing his jeans, and Dean gasped softly when his lover’s hand slid inside and gripped him without any hesitation. Making the young man’s hips buck and his head fall back against the angel’s shoulder with a moan. “Samuel…”

"Dean..." Sam responded in the same tone, squeezing lightly and stroking his hand up and down Dean's cock, loving how it thickened in his palm. His other hand roamed over Dean's chest, claiming him, claiming the muscles that bunched and flexed under his palm. He'd missed the physical connection between them and a very unangelic part of him had subconsciously been waiting, wanting, needing a chance eradicate the memory of Cain's hands and mouth on his human, his.

As he kissed up the side of Dean's throat and moved across his jaw, an almost feral glint entering the angel's eyes. Joining their mouths, he plunged his tongue deep inside, moving in and out of the velvet heat of Dean's mouth. With each stroke of his tongue, he took back what was his, searing away all traces of the unclean and fiercely demanding Dean show him again and again that there was no one else between them.

Samuel wasn't aware of how long he was trapped in that unfamiliar frenzy of jealousy. When he came out of it, he realized he was crushing their mouths together so hard, he tasted blood. He'd been manhandling his lover, rolling in and pinching his nipple and stroking his cock hard and fast, as if he was trying to bring him to completion. He'd been grinding forcefully against Dean's jeans clad ass and now he stopped suddenly.

Confused by his own lack of control, he broke the kiss and walked in front of Dean, searching his face and releasing him suddenly from the invisible force that held him prisoner. "Did I hurt you?" he whispered, afraid of the answer though his eye still bright with lust and he was barely holding himself back from ripping their clothes off and making Dean his again. He didn't sense fear from Dean, but he knew his lover could stop the flood of emotions across their bond.

Everywhere Samuel touched him, Dean felt like he was on fire. The long sure strokes up and down his cock making him moan wantonly even though they’d barely begun. The firm yet gentle fingers roaming over his chest making him arch into his lover’s hands for more, making his skin come alive with need. The heat of his lover strong and solid against his back, maybe the only thing holding him up as his knees went weak. Sam’s lips... fuck... his lips... Every kiss along his neck and jaw like a brand of ownership, and when Samuel finally kissed him, Dean forgot how to think entirely.

Sam’s lips sealed over his own so hard the only sounds Dean could make were small whimpers of pleasure that probably would have embarrassed him if he even realized they were coming from him. As it was, he couldn't think about anything other than the mouth devouring his own, parting his lips to allow the almost rough exploration of his mouth, twining his tongue with his lover’s but allowing Sam to take the lead. His whimpers of pleasure only growing louder when the angel’s finger’s began pinching his nipples almost painfully, stroking his cock faster and harder at the same time.

It was rough, it was dirty, it was demanding, and it was so damned hot Dean was sure he was going to come just from Sam kissing him.

But then suddenly the mouth on his own was gone, leaving him panting heavily and a little light headed from the sudden rush of oxygen. It took Dean a moment to realize that Sam’s hand on his cock was also gone, his hands were once more free, and the solid weight behind him holding him up was no longer there. The young man wavered slightly before he forced his weak knees to hold him up, and opened his eyes, his expression a little dazed.

“What?” Dean asked, his brain still catching up with the sensory overload he’d just been through, blinking a little dumbly up at his lover until the words finally processed. Hurt him? Sam had to be kidding right? Apparently he wasn’t.

With a soft breathless laugh, Dean put his now unbound hands to good use, looping them around his lover’s neck and pressing his body as close as possible to the angel’s. Dean groaned softly as he rubbed his aching hard dick up against Sam’s jean clad thigh, bringing his mouth so close to the angel’s he could feel his lover’s breath against his lips.

“No. But if you don’t fuck me right now, I might have to hurt you.”

Sam's worry lifted when he realized Dean was telling him the truth. The heat in his lover's eyes, in the way he was practically fucking his thigh, and in his words re-ignited Sam's lust. "Promise?" he asked, lips quirking into an innocent angelic smile.

He caught the back of Dean's shirt and tugged, hard. With a single thought, he had the material tearing into shreds. "Look what happened," he said in a surprised tone. "Must be the environment here." Gripping the bottom of his own shirt, he tugged, and it ripped apart, reminding him of a scene in Dean's show, where one of the leads wore break-away clothing. "Don't even mention Brian Kinney," he warned, seeing the look in his lover's eyes.

Now they were skin to skin, and how he loved to touch Dean. He ran his palm up his lover's muscular chest then closed his arms around him and lifted him up. The instant he felt Dean's legs lock around his around him, he brought their mouths together, moaning as his lover rocked against him. Taking long, rushed steps, he got them into the living room, walking straight to the man-sized fire place. Next to it was a beautifully upholstered tantric couch shaped like an uneven wave or like two rounded pyramids, one shorter than the other, sitting side to side. Designed to allow for sex in countless positions, Samuel was sure they'd get a lot of use out of it before their time in Venice was up. ( http://www.tingleandtwitch.com/blog/romant...air-sacred-sex/ )

Straddling the narrow couch, he lowered Dean so his back rested on the higher of the two crests, making him arch around its curve and drop his legs down to the ground, also straddling the couch. Looking down at Dean, at his beautiful face and body, his to touch, to have, Sam's need was back with a fiery vengeance. Wantyounowrightnow.

Slanting his mouth over Dean's, he plunged his tongue inside, kissing him like they'd never stopped. This one man, boy, affected him so strongly, made him feel things with sometimes too much sharpness, but he wouldn't give it up for anything. Tangling their tongues together, engaging Dean in a heated battle, he reached between their bodies and pushing his open jeans apart, cupped his cock over his shorts. The sensation of Dean's dick thickening under his palm sent a fierce craving straight to his already hard cock.

He pulled Dean's jeans and shorts down to his thighs in a single hard tug, then caused them to fall apart so he could toss the material. Closing his hands, both of them, around his lover's cock, he stroked up and down his length. Mine Dean. Always mine. This time, he didn't fight the need to possess, to own, and didn't deny the wicked jealousy that had wormed its way into his heart.

Sucking on Dean's lower lip, he pulled away and started kissing his way down his throat and chest. He tongued Dean's nipple, lathing it until it was a hard nub under his tongue and doing the same to his other nipple. Sucking on his flesh, licking it, he branded his way down Dean's body to where his hands were still working his lover's cock. "Mmm, want you in my mouth," he said thickly, dropping down to sit in the on the couch, so his face was level with Dean's cock.

Guiding Dean's cock to his mouth, he started to lick him with the flat of his tongue, pulsing it against Dean's hard flesh. Want you, want this, he mentally told Dean, showing him images of Dean desperately fucking his mouth, then sliding his body down over Sam's waiting cock. Though he didn't allow Dean's cock fully into his mouth yet, he rid himself of the last of his clothes.

Dean laughed softly at the angel’s question, and couldn’t hide the look of surprised amusement on his face when Samuel proceeded to rip off their clothes quite literally. It was a good thing he really didn’t like that shirt all that much. Though honestly he wasn’t sure he’d have given a damn even if he did, because now he had all the access he wanted to his lover’s beautiful body. His hands running over the expanse of smooth soft skin and hard muscles, practically worshiping, as though it was the first time.

Samuel touched him the same way but Dean barely had time to enjoy it before the angel was lifting him up and the young man wrapped his legs around his lover. Dean echoed his lover’s moan as they kissed each other breathless, for a moment their tongues fighting for dominance, and finally the young man gave in and allowed Sam to practically tongue fuck his mouth. When Samuel finally let him up for air, he was panting hard from both lack of oxygen and arousal.

The couch Samuel finally set him down on... was interesting to say the least, but it was surprisingly comfortable as he allowed Samuel to lay him back and Dean willingly spread out beneath him. Looking up into his lover’s lust filled eyes through dark hooded lashes, Dean licked his lips in anticipation.

“Fuck yeah...” Dean whispered before Samuel kissed him again hard. Moaning loudly when he felt his lover’s hand on his cock once more, he was so damned hard he could probably pound nails and the angel’s touch only made him harder. Made him buck up into the hand, frustrated by the small layer of cloth that still separated them.

But suddenly even that was gone and Sam had his large hand wrapped around them both and Dean groaned wantonly. His fingers clutched at his lover’s shoulders and he was gasping again by the time Sam’s lips left his own and made their way down his chest. A low keening sound escaping him when that hot wet tongue started to tease his already hard and sensitive nipples.

“Oh fuck... Samuel... god yeah...” Dean panted, gazing down at his lover with unmistakable need as Sam shifted and moved his mouth down to his dripping cock. The first swipe of his lover’s tongue along his heated length practically making his eyes roll back in his head as his fingers tangled in his lover’s hair. He liked this couch, he really liked this couch.

“We’ve gotta get one of these.” The young man moaned, rather proud of himself that he’d managed to string together a coherent sentence when his brain was exploding.

Great. Then everyone will know what we're up to. Sam moved to the base of Dean's cock, then licked his balls, pressing the flat of his tongue over every inch and coming at them from every angle. Parting his lips, he started to suck on them, first one side, then the other, his fingers moving too gently up and down Dean's length. In a short period of time, he worked Dean up to a state of need, then relented and allowed his cock into his mouth. Sucking on his tip, he squeezed Dean's shaft, his hand moving over satin soft skin stretched tight across his rock hard arousal. He started to move his head up and down, sucking in more and more of Dean's cock, hallowing his cheeks to give him more pressure.

The emotions, the heat that flooded back and forth between them, whipping up each others' lust was intense, much like the first time they made love after Dean got him out of Gabriel's prison. It hadn't been as long since the last time they'd had their hands on each other, but between having had to watch Cain touch his lover, and then having had to hold back, to refrain from touching Dean himself when they were at Michael's, that had Sam desperate for Dean now. As his hand and mouth worked in tandem, he moved his free hand up and down Dean's body, large hands splayed wide and playing over muscles that tensed and released under his palm. Wanting what he'd shown Dean, he moved his hand to cup Dean's ass and started to pull him close each time he moved his head forward, encouraging Dean to ride his mouth.

As Dean fucked his mouth, Samuel's cock throbbed and pulsed with need. He ached to be inside Dean, wanted it so bad just the thought had him moaning around Dean's cock. They would be in sync, just like they always were. Like two parts of a whole, machinery moving fluidly, just right. You were made for me, or I for you. There's no other explanation for this. What they had was unique, a connection so deep even the angels had to acknowledge their need for each other went beyond mere lust. Want to be inside you. Pulling over Dean's cock with a wet popping sound and licking his tip one last time, he slid his hands up to Dean's waist and leaning back, so his own cock was angled up just right, he started to pull Dean down the slope of the couch so he could straddle Sam's thighs. His thumbs skimmed over Dean's belly, a groan breaking from deep inside his throat when he saw the heat in Dean's eyes as his lover moved toward him.

I don’t care if everyone knows how good you fuck me. Dean replied, then lost the ability to think completely as Sam began working on his cock. The angel licked his shaft, his balls, touching him, stroking him, and sucking him in ways that made increasingly loud moans spill from his lips unashamedly.

Dean watched, his fingers combing through his lover’s hair, as Sam took him into his mouth. Wanting the sight of his hard needy cock disappearing into his lover’s beautiful mouth to be burned into his memory for all time. Wanting to forget everything else, everyone else that had ever touched him.

He knew Sam needed that too, as much as he did. Dean knew what having to watch Cain do those… things… to him had done to Sam. He knew knowing what those men had done to him when he’d been… whoring… himself had made Sam feel. What Rick had done to him before he’d ever met the angel… Just as his lover knew what watching Gabriel do those things to Sam had done to him…

None of that mattered anymore. It was the first day of their new life together, where they didn’t have to hide anymore. Where they could be together, love each other, show each other every moment of every day how much they loved each other. Every second of every day cherished. Dean swore he could give that to his lover, he swore as he showed Sam as all his love, pleasure, and trust through their bond. Fucking into his lover’s mouth and moaning in abandonment.

“Oh, god yes… yes… please…” Dean begged, eager for his lover to be inside him. He let Sam move him. Straddling his lover’s hips, feeling the head of the angel’s cock press at his entrance and Dean didn’t want to wait. Dean started to lower himself onto his lover’s shaft, the burn intense as Sam’s huge cock began to stretch him but so was the pleasure as Dean threw his head back with a deep moan.

Patience is a virtue... one moment Samuel was mentally chiding Dean, the next he was mentally shouting with pleasure at the sensations vibrating through him as his lover's muscles clenched around his aching cock. Oh yes, oh fuck! So tight, so fucking good Dean, oh my fucking G... Clamping his teeth down, sinking them into his lower lip in a vain attempt to regain his composure, Sam tasted blood. It did nothing to dampen his need, nothing.

"See what you do to me? Drive me to commit blaspheme," he said through clenched teeth, hands gripping Dean's hips and pulling him down until his lover's ass was flush with Sam's' hips and Dean had taken every inch of his cock. "Dean..." he groaned, his voice filled with aching need and desire. One look at Dean's unsmiling face contorted with pain, pleasure and a deep burning need that flooded over the mental connection an Samuel gave up his attempts at controlling the fie that consumed him.

Swooping forward, he licked his away up the middle of Dean's chest and throat then welded his mouth to his lover's. Just as his tongue plunged into Dean's mouth, his cock, already lodged deep inside Dean, surged and grew impossibly harder, throbbing and aching to the point the angel could barely think. He lifted Dean up, kissing him harder as Dean pushed himself back down over his shaft. Need you so much.

In no time, they were in sync, fucking and grinding against each other, their hot breaths growing steadily louder. The way Dean was riding him had Sam in ecstasy, kept him there, right on the edge, shoving him closer each time he clenched his inner muscles around him. Lean closer Sam demanded, wanting to position his lover so that his cock brushed and hit his prostate each time he thrust up or Dean ground down on him. This brought Dean's cock in closer contact with Sam's stomach, rubbing against it, provoking his senses and hastening his descent into madness. He leaned back on the narrow couch, pulling Dean toward him as he pistoned faster and harder into his lover, one hand now cupping Dean's ass, the other moving up and down his lower back and gave sharp little pushes each time the head of his cock brushed Dean's prostate, making the motion a bit jerky, making the contact a bit harder for a fraction of a second.

Not right now it isn’t. Dean answered his lover’s chiding cheekily and then he was grinning at the fluid curses spilling across their bond from Sam. In spite of the burn inside of him from his lover’s large cock filling him unprepared, watching Sam coming undone and feeling the angel’s pleasure, was more than worth the discomfort.

Even as Sam’s hands guided him the rest of the way down until his lover was fully inside of him, feeling like the angel was splitting him in two. Even as his lips parted in rapid gasps, and he couldn’t hide the flash of pain across his features mingled with pleasure at the same time. Even as his fingers tightened on Sam’s shoulders almost enough to bruise and he whimpered in pleasure and pain, it was all worth it. Feeling his lover so hot, so hard, inside of him, filling him completely, listening to Sam’s groans of pleasure as Dean tightened his inner muscles around him… it was so fucking worth it.

Oh God, I love you. Dean sent when all he could do was moan at the feeling of his lover’s tongue sliding up his chest and then covering his lips. He returned Sam’s kiss hard, clinging to his lover and groaning into the angel’s mouth as Sam started to move him up and down along his hard length.

Whatever pain remained became meaningless because it felt so good. His pleasure, Sam’s pleasure, his lover filling him, fucking him, loving him, he felt it all and it was ecstasy. Dean began to ride his lover’s cock, using his legs and his hands braced against the angel’s shoulders for leverage as he rose up and down on Sam’s thick flesh. Sweat began to break out on his thighs and the rest of him from the effort but he didn’t care, it was so good.

He did as his lover asked, leaning forward, and gasped against Sam’s lips as the angel’s cock brushed against the sweet spot inside of him with every deep thrust. His own cock beginning to leave damp trails of pleasure against his lover’s well muscled stomach, so fucking hard without being touched. And then Sam changed positions again and Dean couldn’t help practically shouting with pleasure as his lover seemed to get even deeper inside of him. Fucking him harder. Faster. Leaving Dean gasping and moaning in abandon and begging for more even though he didn’t know how much more he could take.

“Oh fuck… Sam… don’t stop… oh god, yeah… don’t stop…”

Dean's pleas, spoken inside his mind and also vocal, in that distinct low and raspy voice, of his wound Sam up tighter and tighter. Between that and the slide of Dean's hard wet cock sliding against his stomach, Sam was driven to the edge. Want to love you like this forever. At the rate they were going, the ever increasing pace of their thrusts, 'forever' wasn't going to be that long.

With every lift of his hips, Samuel drove deeper into Dean, feeling both his discomfort and his need. Knowing any attempt to slow down would be met with an immediate protest, he concentrated on giving Dean more pleasure, sharing his feelings over their link and allowing Dean's feeling to wash over him. His movements became more erratic, his breaths coming out in short gasps and grunts with the effort of fucking harder, one hand sliding down over Dean's sweat slicked thigh, gripping it as a wave of heat lanced through him.

"Dean!" Immediately, he moved his hand form Dean's thigh to cup the back of his head and force him closer, his mouth fitting against Dean's as he thrust his tongue deep inside the wet heat of his mouth and emulated the relentless pace his cock was moving in and out of his lover. As Sam rode the firestorm of building heat, he shredded all remaining thoughts of others who'd been with Dean. Mine Dean, body and soul, mine. Mine to hold. To love. To have, always.

Once more, he committed everything to memory, Dean's intoxicating taste, his scent, the way he felt in his arms, against his body, the absolute syncing of their desires and motions made possibly by their bond, the heat brought by the friction of their bodies, the sharp ache he felt each time Dean clenched his muscles tight around his cock, and the dull ache that came when he relaxed. Concentrating on these things helped him to last longer but white lights started to flash behind his eyelids and he couldn't wait any longer.

Jackknifing up to a sitting position, he moved his hand from Dean's hip to his back, molding him close as he pistoned into him. Now Dean, now.

His last desperate thrusts where so uncontrolled, he almost took both of them off the couch. Sam gave a gutteral cry against Dean's lips as he came hard, deep inside his lover, spilling his seed again and again as he continued to rock into, riding the waves of orgasm.

Dean didn’t know if it was the echoes of pleasure he felt from Samuel across their bond, his lover thrusting up into him harder and faster if it were possible, or the possessive declarations the angel whispered over and over into his mind as a vow. Perhaps it was all of it, or maybe it was just Sam’s simple command. Now. But at that moment Dean felt himself lose control completely, giving it all to Samuel.

The young man moaned wantonly against his lover’s lips, completely undone, his entire body shaking from the overload of pleasures sweeping through him. With Cain the feeling had frightened and disgusted him, but with Samuel he felt only cherished. He felt owned. Loved. Possessed. By this man, this angel, his lover, his love…

Forever. Yes.

Then Samuel gave that sharp final deep thrust into him, pouring his seed into him, and Dean’s back arched as he threw his head back with a cry that seemed pulled from deep in his soul. He came in that same instant, spilling hot streams of come all over his lover’s stomach and chest. It seemed to never end and as Samuel continued to move deep inside of him every thrust only made him come again, and again.

“Samuel!” Dean shouted his lover’s name so loudly over and over he wondered briefly with what little brain cells remained if they could hear him in heaven. That thought made a rather smug smile curve on Dean’s lips as he finally collapsed utterly spent against his lover’s chest. Still gasping and shuddering hard from the overload of emotions running through him as he clung to Samuel.

Closing his arms tightly around Dean, Sam held onto him as they rocked softly, making silent promises that he would never ever let go of his human again for anything. Kissing the side of his face and neck, he suddenly started to laugh. "You did not just hope that they heard you in heaven. I don't want to receive reports of a legion of horny angels blaming us for this..." he groaned. "You're wicked. Very very wicked, and yes, I'm going to punish you after dinner. That spanking you're dying for," he chuckled, not knowing how a spanking could possibly be appealing and ninety percent sure Dean only kept asking if his threats were a 'promise' just to shock or tease him.

When they'd both caught their breaths, he helped Dean off him, then lifted him in his arms despite his protests, quieting them with one kiss after the other as he walked down the tiled hallway and into the master bedroom, and through there to the bathroom. When he set Dean down, they were standing in a large bathroom with a glass wall that looked out onto the grand canal. "They can't see inside," he said, sure that of the two of them, he was the only one who had any modesty and cared.

Opening the glass shower door, he started the water. A few moments later they were under the two shower heads, kissing and washing each other off. "I can't believe this, that we can... that this is okay with heaven," he said. Dean would never know how much guilt he'd carried because he couldn't control his heart and had fallen in love with a human. He never regretted it, not for one second, but he'd never been guilt free either. Maybe it had been a greater burden because before then, he'd been a model angel with nothing to hide. Not that he ever considered himself perfect, he wasn't.

He ran the pad of his thumb back and forth across Dean's lips. "I wish I'd found you sooner. I will always regret that I didn't. But I will spend eternity..." recalling only one of them had eternity, he gave a sharp intake of breath. "The rest of our time trying to erase the past, to give you a new life. Normal. Mostly," he smiled. "Loved and treasured like you should always have been. You're good. Naughty, but good, in here," he touched Dean's chest over his heart. "I don't lie Dean, you know that. And I will convince you its the truth, no matter how long it takes. However long," he said, his eyes raking over the love of his life.

Dean felt like he was floating in a warm sea of love and contentment, between his lover’s soft touches and the unspoken declarations whispered to him along their bond he felt utterly at peace. At least, until the warm cushion he was resting against started shaking with laughter. The young hunter couldn’t help but snort in amusement at Samuel’s teasing. A legion of horny angels? Now that was a scary mental image.

“Well, serves them right. They need to get laid anyway.” Dean replied, only grinning at Sam’s accusations of being wicked and waggling his eyebrows suggestively at the angel’s promised spanking.

Even though Dean really didn’t feel like moving right now, he allowed Samuel to ease him up. Unable to hide the sharp wince from how sore he felt when the angel eased out of him. Oh yeah, he was going to be feeling that for a while. Maybe he should have been a little more patient… but he certainly didn’t regret it. Not one bit.

But before Dean could think too much about how he was going to walk without limping too much, not wanting to worry Samuel, the angel was picking him up and carrying him. Completely ignoring whatever protests he tried to make, not that Dean didn’t secretly enjoy this. Even if it was a bit of a blow to his manhood being carried around like a chick on her wedding night or something. For some reason that thought made him blush.

He was not some kind of blushing bride, damn it.

Dean couldn’t deny, he was rather impressed by the bathroom. The view alone… The young man’s eyes trailed down and up the entire length of his lover’s body when Samuel finally set him down. Oh yeah, the view was really nice.

The warm water and his lover’s gentle massaging hands as Samuel soaped him down helped ease some of the soreness in his muscles at least and Dean didn’t bother to hide his enjoyment of the treatment. Dean smiled up at the angel and kissed the finger pressed against his lips. Yeah, he could hardly believe it either.

When Sam spoke of his regrets, of not finding him sooner, Dean shook his head a little.

“My life is with you. Always has been. Always will be.” What came before didn’t matter now. Only now did. Now and the future they made together. The young hunter smiled up at the angel and looped his arms around his lover’s neck.

“Oh yeah? And just how are you going to prove it to me?” Dean asked cheekily, giving the angel a rather naughty grin.

Samuel was an angel of his word. No doubt about it.