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How did it come to this? That’s the question replaying in Sam’s mind over and over. He also can’t help but put blame on himself. He was so mad and hurt after the Gadreel mess and Kevin that he needed space from Dean. It was too much. If he had just kept Dean from leaving then he would have never gotten the mark and he’d be alive right now instead of lying cold in his bed.
Sam drank his sadness until he passed out at the table. He needed his mind to turn off even if just for a few hours. He also didn’t regret that decision when he woke up in the early morning with a pounding headache. His first instinct was to look in on Dean.
With a grunt he stood up and tried to stretch his aching body. Every step felt heavy. He stopped at Deans door, put his hand on the door knob. He took a deep breath then opened the door. Panic swept over him, Dean was gone. He frantically looked over the room before his eyes landed on the paper sitting in the middle of the bed. It was Dean’s hand writing.
-I’m okay Sammy-
What the hell?! This doesn’t make sense! He was convinced someone stole his brother’s body.
He pulled out his phone and called Cas.
“Hello Sam”
“Cas, he’s gone! He’s gone!”
“Calm down Sam, what are you talking about?”
“Dean! He’s gone!”
“Okay, okay, try to think about the events on your end. I’m going to see what I can find out”
“Okay Cas, call as soon as you know something”
“Of course. Bye Sam”
He ran a hand over his face and through his hair. Whoever took Dean would pay.
***
After working with Cas and investigating, they were able to locate Dean. Sam loaded up and headed off to get his brother or whatever was wearing his brother.
When Sam finds Dean at the bar he tracked him to, his nerves are a wreck. He doesn’t know what will go down but he knows it won’t be good. He walks in and sees Dean sitting at a piano lightly strumming the keys. He doesn’t look up when Sam enters and stands several feet away.
“Hi ya Sammy” he keeps strumming.
“Dean...I’m here to take you home”
“Is that so?” Dean looks up now.
Sam reveals the demon knife, holding it in his hand. Dean chuckles.
“You’d really use that on me Sammy?”
Dean stands taking a few steps towards him and notices how Sam tenses but stands his ground.
“If I have to” Sam says.
Dean knows Sam, down to his core. He pays the knife no mind and walks directly to Sam and hugs him, wrapping his arms around him tight. Sam is frozen for a moment, confused. But the feeling of Dean is home. He returns the hug just as much holding on to him dearly.
“Dean I thought I lost you” Sam said.
Dean leaned back still holding Sam. He leaned in and pressed their lips together. At first Sam was stunned. But the feel of Deans lips, the taste of his kiss, and his scent flooded him with need. Sam kissed back, Dean is here, Dean is alive.
Moments later they came up for air. Sam looked into Dean’s eyes so glad to see the green looking back. Then a flash of black covered that vibrant green as Dean smiled. Sams heart started racing, he pulled away quickly and pointed the knife at him.
“Sammy, Sammy, it’s me, I promise” Dean said holding his hands up.
“You’re a demon! You’re not Dean!”
“Hey, hey, I’ll prove it to you okay? Here, cuff me if you want and I’ll go with you” Dean said holding his wrists out.
Sam didn’t skip a beat and cuffed him instantly.
“I’ll prove it’s me Sammy, you don’t have to do this but it’s okay, I get it. You’ll see”
“Let’s go”
Sam said guiding Dean to leave with him.
He put Dean in the back seat of the impala to be safe and sped off towards the bunker.
Sams first thought is to lock Dean down in the dungeon. But something in him wants to hear Dean out. He leaves the cuffs on him but lets him walk freely inside.
“Are these really necessary?” Dean holds up his wrists.
“You’re lucky I haven’t locked you in the demon trap, so yes, they are”
“Sammy it’s me, all me, just extra”
“You’d never want that Dean, I have to cure you”
Dean closes the distance between them. He raises his arms up and over to put his cuffed hands around Sams neck.
“I wouldn’t have chose this, you are right. But what about our lives have we chose, Sammy?”
“But this..”
“It’s a lot but we can use it, I’m stronger and I heal. Before you keep protesting, don’t forget you have demon blood running through your veins and you still save the world”
“Dean...”
That seemed to get to Sam. He knew it would. He knows how to break down any wall Sam has.
“It’s okay Sammy, it’s okay”
Dean backs him up to a wall and claims his mouth. Hands going in his hair. Sams head is swimming.
The feel of Dean pressed against him, their tongues meeting with a perfect sinful glide. Heat rushing through him. The sound of metal clinking distracts him. He swiftly raises Deans arms and clumsily takes the key from his pocket. In seconds the cuffs are unlocked and dropped. “Sammy” Dean whispers.
He crashes their lips again, this time his hands roaming Sams back, down his sides, to his hips.
“Need you Sammy” he says against his lips. Sam needily shakes his head.
Dean is glad his room is close. He practically drags Sam inside. He wants to rip his clothes off and do as he pleases, but he stores that idea in his head for now. He kisses at Sams neck and begins lightly grazing his teeth into his skin as he unbuttons the flannel shirt all the way down. Sam lets out breathy sighs. Dean steps back. Sam is looking at him questioningly.
“Strip for me Sammy...slowly”
Sam lets the flannel drop and pulls his under shirt off dropping it as well.
“Slower” Deans eyes are full of lust and his voice full of need.
Sams hands hover at his belt, Dean licks his lips as he watches the buckle being undone and the zipper get pulled slowly open. The jeans slide down his long legs to his feet. Sam hooks his thumbs in his boxers and hesitates only for a second then drops them and steps out of the pool of clothes. Dean takes in the sight. Sams body is perfect, toned and strong.
“So beautiful Sammy”
“Come here” Dean says.
Sams cock twitches at the command. Dean is pleased by that. He pulls Sam at the waist holding him close. One hand slides over Sams chest, his nipple, his abs, to his hip. Sam gasps.
“God Sammy” Dean whispers.
“Dean, don’t tease me”
“Tease you? I’m going to worship you. Lay down on your stomach baby”
Sam does and sprawls out over the bed. He can hear Dean taking off his clothes, each layer hitting the floor. He feels the bed dip when Dean climbs on and situates himself half over his body, a knee placed between his legs and an arm at each side hovering over him. He nuzzles at Sams ear. “Stay still for me”
Sam barely nods.
Dean lays his hands on Sam, caressing him firmly, Sam arches into it. Deans lips join. Teeth grazing and tongue swirling over the reddening skin, fingernails dig in with the caressing. Sam moans while he continues down his back and sides. Strong hands run over each of Sams round cheeks, Dean is kneading the flesh, squeezing delightfully. Sam can’t help but move into it.
Then his ass is being spread open to display his hole. Dean shudders at seeing the perfect pink pucker. Dying for a taste, Dean gets settled behind him. He starts slow licks, Sam grunts at the dragging hot wetness. Dean circles and licks inside adding a finger testing the space. So tight, so deliciously tight. He adds another finger so he can scissor and massage Sams walls. He barely nudged the bundle of nerves and Sam gasped and squeezed around him. He added a third finger to make sure he gets Sam good and ready. When Sam rocks into his fingers chanting “please, Dean, please” that’s all he needed to hear. He pulled them out and Sam whined at the loss while his hole grasped at nothing.
“I got you Sammy, I got you”
Dean has been throbbing hard waiting to get inside Sam. He lubes himself up good and slathers Sams opening.
“Lift up on your Knees Sammy”
Dean lines up and pushes inside, Sam throws his head back, fists grabbing the sheets. He pushes through feeling Sams muscle squeeze every inch of his dick. “Fuck Sammy” he grunts. He hardly gives Sam time to adjust but Sam doesn’t care. Dean pulls all the way out and snaps back in making Sam yell. He thrusts steadily, damn Sam feels so good, the wet heat giving him jolts of pleasure. Sam is moaning and pushing back in tune with his thrusts. Dean angles to hit the sweet spot and Sam whimpers, he does it again and Sam almost drops from intense ripples flowing through his entire body. He goes to grab is neglected cock, Dean slaps his hand away.
“Come on my dick Sammy”
“D-Dean.. I don’t know if I-I can”
“Yes you can, I know you can”
Dean fucks him harder, his hands digging in Sams hips. He pulls Sam up so his back is against his chest and his mouth at his ear.
“Come on my dick Sammy”
Deans breath and his words in his ear have him close, so close.
“You’re mine Sammy, you’re mine. Say it, say it Sammy”
Sam moans and groans.
“Y-Yours Dean, I’m yours”
Sam comes hard, Dean slows his thrusts and comes inside Sam. They can feel each others waves of release, Sam shooting over and over on the bed and Dean spurting inside filling him up.
They collapse in a heap avoiding the messy side. Both breathing heavy. Dean wraps his arms around Sam, he can feel Deans breath on his neck.
In the afterglow Sams mind momentarily forgot, or blocked, the fact of Dean being a Demon. He just felt like Dean.
***
When Sam opened his eyes he realized he had dozed off. He was still in bed... with Dean. He sat up and leaned against the headboard. Dean put his hands behind his head and looked up at Sam.
“We should talk about this” Sam said.
“What’s to talk about?”
“Everything, you have to admit this is all messed up, even for us”
Dean unintentionally flashed his black eyes. Sam looked away. His stomach was beginning to churn.
“I think it’s better. We have the upper hand now. And bonus, we get to do all the things we always wanted” Dean waggled his eyebrows.
“What? Just like that? All your reservations just fly out the window? No, see, that’s my point. That’s not you Dean. You can’t stay a Demon”
Dean huffs and gets up pulling his clothes back on angrily. Sam stays silent.
“My mind is clear Sam, more than it has been in years” he says as he zips up. “You didn’t have a problem with it an hour ago” he walked out of the room pissed.
Sam sighed and ran a hand down his face. He got up and got dressed. Dean has to be cured, he has to. Sam couldn’t live with himself if he left Dean this way. He feels horrible but he has to put Dean in the Demon trap. Then they will be okay, that’s the right thing to do he thinks to himself.
He walks out down the hall and finds Dean in the war room. His back is turned. Sam quietly walks towards him. He has holy water and cuffs ready to subdue him.
Sam launches the water but Dean is quick on his feet. He dodges the water almost completely and pins Sam to the floor. Sam struggles to slip out but fails. Dean grabs the cuffs from Sams pocket and cuffs him instead.
“I taught you all your moves Sammy. Don’t be surprised I kept some to myself”
Sam tries to kick out from him.
“I didn’t want it to go this way Sammy. Earlier was perfect, just how it should be. How it WILL be. You’ll see”