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That day was a living Hell for Sam.
Or more like, Heaven.
A man who loves pancakes dies from eating too much. If he had to describe how his day was, that would be it.
When Dean and him had their little moment at breakfast, that was when Sam realized that he loved his brother more than it was normal. More than brotherly. He wasn’t sure when exactly, maybe while his hand was on his brother’s heart, which just made everything a hundred times more cliché, but he just knew, suddenly, that he loved Dean. However, at the same time he realized that, Sam also knew that he could never act on those feelings, not really. He couldn’t let his feelings destroy their relationship, he’d rather die than tell Dean that he was in love with him, let alone actually touch him.
Though with their current situation, that didn’t seem so easy. On one hand, Sam could touch his brother as much as he wanted, since it was all just part of an act, which was all good, but on the other hand, having Dean keep on constantly rubbing against him and slipping his hands up Sam’s shirt really didn’t help. Sam was starting to panic, fearing that if Dean kept on touching him like that, he’d turn into a rapist, just like the other inmates, and simply rape his brother.
So, yeah, it was hard.
“Dean,” Sam sighed, and it unfortunately wasn’t the annoyed, ‘Dean, I’ve had enough of your shit’ sigh, but more like a pleased one. His brother grinned, burying his face in Sam’s neck and placing soft kisses on his skin, making him shiver. While on their way to work, Dean managed to push him against a wall and began rolling his hips seductively, grinding against Sam, who probably managed to beat his record time in which he popped a boner.
“Sammy, want your big hands all over me,” Dean purred, and Sam knew that his brother must have had a dirty mouth but shit, he really wasn’t expecting dirty talk while pretending. “Bend me over and make me yours,” he said, and finally, he was blushing at his own words. Small victories.
Sam ran his hands down his brother’s back, hesitating above his ass, then just when he decided to man up and slid his hands lower, Dean abruptly stepped back, his face an even deeper shade of red than before. “Oh, acting all virgin-like, are we?” Sam teased, winking at his brother who just rolled his eyes and tugged Sam to work.
And each time, it was Dean who took the initiative. He sneaked up on Sam, cupping his balls or running a finger down his spine. However, Sam soon managed to get used to the little touches and started giving back, groping and touching Dean whenever he could. And all the while they felt each other up, they made sure that people were watching, probably developing an exhibitionism kink in the process.
It was around the time when they were allowed to go outside, to the yard, that things took a 180 degree turn.
It was a sunny day, but still a bit chilly so they put their coats on. Sam and Dean were standing at the right side of the fence, exchanging knowing glances and, when they were both sure that they were out of earshot, Dean sighed. “Dude, we can never be alone. At this rate, we’ll never get out of here. I mean, I’ve been praying for Cas before sleep yesterday, but I’m pretty sure that he either didn’t hear me or just doesn’t give a crap.”
“Or, he needs a good reason. If we ask at the same time, tell and explain to him what’s going on, I’m sure he’ll show up.”
“Yeah, maybe, eventually.”
“C’mon, don’t be so negative Dean,” Sam managed a small smile, nudging his brother’s arm. Dean returned his smile, stepping closer to his little brother and running a hand down his arm.
“What are you doing?” Sam asked, frowning as he looked around. “Nobody’s watching right now.”
“Yeah, they’re not looking…yet,” Dean purred, licking his lips as he slipped his cold hand under Sam’s shirt, the hunter shuddering at the cold, but somewhat warm feeling.
“You seem desperate, brother,” he chuckled, successfully making Dean blush, something that Sam realized he loved, then wrapped his arms around Dean, pulling him closer. “Fine. Honey.”
Dean laughed, an addicting sound, and caressed his littler brother’s chest under his clothes, while Sam sneakily slipped his hands into Dean’s pants, squeezing his warm ass. He gasped, looking up at Sam with a death glare which didn’t seem that scary with the way Dean was blushing, then when Sam grinned, he leaned forward and bit into his brother’s neck, making him tense.
“Dean, you’re gonna leave a mark,” Sam growled, digging his nails into Dean’s ass, which had the complete opposite effect of what he was expecting. His brother moaned, tentatively pushing his ass out and into Sam’s hands, while nibbling and nipping at the, surprisingly sensitive, skin on his brother’s neck.
“Mm, yeah, that’s why I’m doin’ it. Gotta mark my property, yeah?” Dean mumbled against Sam’s neck, beginning to suck and kiss and fucking lick at his neck, making him groan lowly. Fuck, what even is self control? Sam let out a shaky exhale, pulling Dean’s hips closer and began grinding against him, feeling his brother’s hard-on against his, and that was a thought to ponder on. Then Dean finally pulled back, licking his lips as he marveled at his work on Sam’s neck, grinning wickedly. “Lookin’ good,” he chuckled, and Sam had enough. If Dean was going to mark him, then Sam was going to take the opportunity and claim his brother, even if it was all just an act, he could pretend, imagine that this was actually real, as he pulled one of his hands out from his brother’s pants and grabbed his short hair. Sam pulled his head back, Dean letting out a small grunt. He then attacked his big brother’s neck, kissing and biting, leaving teeth marks and hickeys everywhere he could, and just loving the sounds Dean made.
“Shit, Sammy,” he whimpered, actually fucking whimpered, grabbing Sam’s head and pulling him impossibly closer, while bucking his hips wildly and desperately. Sam growled, a strong need to claim, own, protect washing over him, and Dean let out a loud moan when his brother backed him into the fence, immediately drawing the prisoners’ full attention. And even though Sam couldn’t see them, way too busy with marking his brother, he sure as hell heard them, whistling and howling, cheering them on and some of them even made fake erotic noises. It was very annoying and Sam found himself turning away from Dean, who watched him through half lidded eyes, looking a bit disappointed at the sudden loss, though Sam didn’t plan on leaving his brother unattended for long. The only reason he pulled his lips away from Dean’s skin, was to turn and glare at the other prisoners in the yard, silently telling them to fuck off with his eyes and, for a brief moment, he was pretty sure that he heard himself growl. And it seemed to work, because most of them frowned and stayed quiet, backed away, or glared back at him before turning away.
Pleased with himself, Sam grinned at his brother, who was now smiling. “Showed them who’s boss, huh?” he joked, winking at his little brother before tugging at the sleeve of Sam’s coat, biting his bottom lip and looking like a freaking virgin about to ask to be fucked or something.
“Yeah. They better learn to stay away from us. And mostly you,” Sam said in a low, deep voice as he stepped closer to his brother, pushing their bodies flush against each other. “In this prison, I own you, Dean.”
He wasn’t sure why he said that, and immediately felt the surge of panic as soon as the words left his mouth, because that really didn’t sound like pretend. He opened his mouth to say some kind of excuse, but froze as Dean pulled his face closer, until only inches separated their face. “I know,” Dean whispered, his lips ghosting over Sam’s, and at that moment, he wanted nothing more than to kiss his brother, and to pour all of his feelings, his unconditional love into it. And he nearly did, as they looked into each other’s eyes, breathing the same air, so many unsaid words hanging in the air, the tension building until Sam didn’t care anymore, couldn’t care, and he took Dean’s face in his hands and-
“Well look at that, if it isn’t our odd couple having a moment over here,” Diablo laughed, banging on the fence to draw the hunters’ attention. Sam had to try his hardest not to either throw a tantrum right there and then, or let out a rage filled growl and fucking pounce on the man, because there was no way that he could have picked a worse moment to show up. He must have looked exactly how he felt too, because as he glared at the man, Diablo’s smirk turned into an ear to ear grin, all proud of himself and shit.
“Can’t believe it,” he heard Dean mumble so quietly that he nearly missed it, and the amount of irritation and annoyance in his voice made Sam smile. He glanced at him from the corner of his eyes, and Dean was…
Was he pouting?
Noticing that Sam was staring at him, Dean quickly stopped sulking like an 8 year old who just got his candy stolen and pulled away from his little brother, however he immediately took a hold of Sam’s hand, holding it discreetly behind his back, and making the younger hunter wonder how on earth could Dean Winchester, the man monsters told horror stories about in Purgatory, be so damn adorable.
“Diablo,” Sam spat, hoping that one day, looks could kill, because he really wanted to glare the man to death right about then. “What do you want?”
“Oh, was I disturbing you or something? My bad,” he grinned, his followers exchanging glances and laughing as if the man has said something hilarious. “Didn’t want to bother you while you’re fucking your slut.”
“What did you say?” Sam snapped, clenching his fists as he took a step towards the man. Diablo scoffed, laughing in the hunter’s face as he nodded towards Dean.
“Him. Ain’t he your little slut? Bet he loves being fucked by you, the fucking whore,” he licked his lips, winking at Dean, who bared his teeth at him, before Diablo closed the distance between him and Sam, trying to stare the hunter down. “What, don’t like it when I talk bad about your toy?” he whispered, leaning close while that smug grin never left his face.
Sam could feel the same kind of anger boiling in him as when he saw Dean with those men in the showers, and he flared his nostrils, glaring at Diablo, waiting, waiting, before he just couldn’t take that self-satisfied smile anymore, and he grabbed the man by his coat, then hurled him against the fence.
“You dare…say another word, and you’re dead, hear me?” Sam growled, practically trembling from anger. “I. Will. End. You.”
And for a moment, Diablo actually seemed frightened, probably never seeing someone so pent up and angry, with such hatred in his eyes and murderous intent that was aimed at him, but that look of terror was gone as quickly as it came, replaced by mockery and amusement. “Oh really?” Diablo smirked, raising his chin and licking his teeth as he opened his mouth, then spat into Sam’s face. “Fucking try me, pussy.”
When the Trickster killed Dean over and over again, Sam was angry. When Lilith used her Hellhound to rip his big brother’s chest to shreds in front of him, he felt rage. And now, the feeling that overwhelmed him was something else, as if short circuiting his brain and there was only one thought left, one word.
Kill.
Sam growled, pulling his fist back so quickly that Diablo never even saw the punch coming. He hit him square in his face, the loud crack indicating a broken nose, then raised his knee and kicked him in his stomach. At that point, the man must have come back to his senses, and grabbed the hunter’s hair, pulling Sam away from him. He then lunged at Sam and threw several punches, most of them missing as the hunter ducked and blocked and sometimes caught his fist in mid-punch and pushed it away, though some of them connected, solid hits in the hunter’s chest, jaw and stomach. But he never doubled over, adrenalin overwriting pain, as he grabbed Diablo’s head and yanked, bringing it down to his raised knee and hitting him straight in the forehead.
All the while, the other prisoners cheered and clapped, while staying well away from the wild animals that were trying to tear each other’s throat out. Dean was shouting something, probably either asking Sam to stop or to kill the fucker, but Sam couldn’t hear him, not over the inmates’ yells and his own heartbeat in his ears.
At some point, he found himself on the floor, being stomped, and he let out a pained grunt when the man stomped on his ankle and shin, however he quickly grabbed a large amount of dirt from the ground, and threw it in Diablo’s face. It was time to play dirty. He stumbled to his feet and took a hold of the man’s arms, feeling his own muscles strain as he pulled his arms behind his back, then shoved him against the fence one, two, three and four times, before grabbing his hair and kicking his legs out from under him and, using the momentum of the fall, he brutally bashed the man’s face into the ground. He flashed a bloody smile as he heard the other groaning in pain, but his smile quickly turned into a snarl when Diablo lashed out and kicked Sam in the same fucking shin. He cursed, kicking the man in his stomach and ribs over and over again, knowing that kicking a man down was pretty low, but he just didn’t give a shit, not at that moment. Diablo fucking deserved everything he got. Though he knew that he must have crossed a line when correctional officers burst through the door and emerged from behind the swarm of prisoners surrounding them, grabbing Sam and shoving him to the ground next to Diablo, the fucker smiling as he coughed up blood.
“Nobody fucking move!” one of the guards, judging from his voice the Spitter guy, shouted, and after looking around and identifying the situation, nodded to Diablo. “Get this son of a bitch a medic. And this one…” he trailed off, glaring at Sam, who glared right back at the guy. “Put this one in the basement.”
*
Leo warned him about the basement. Sam remembered him telling him to stay well away from the stairs leading down there. And as he was shoved forward, forced to walk down on those steps, he was beginning to understand why.
The place was like something straight out of a horror movie. He’s seen haunted houses, real ones, watched horror movies and even been to insane asylums, but this place was like a mix of these three, just worse. Suddenly, he remembered all those years he spent suffering and realized why it seemed so familiar.
Damn place looked like Hell.
At the end of the stairs, there was a long, dark tunnel, only illuminated by the few naked light bulbs hanging from the ceiling. Screams and cries echoed through the tunnel, reminding him of the thousands of souls that were being tortured in Hell. On each side of the tunnel, there were half oval doors, grey and rusty, though from what Sam could see, there were only about 8 of them, four on each side. His hands were cuffed behind his back and they even put a chain around his neck, something that was just too much from his opinion. They kept pushing him forward, and Sam managed to get a good look at the doors now that he got closer. They were big, much bigger than him, with many locks, most of them manual with bolts and latches. And none of the doors had any openings, no small windows, just an air went, or at least something that looked like one, at the bottom of the door.
They stopped abruptly at one of the doors, a guard stepping forward and opening the several locks on it before opening it. The foul odor hit him first, reminding him of those bodies they found under the mausoleum. He really hoped that he wasn’t going to find any bones at the corner of the room. With a violent shove, the officers pushed Sam inside his new room, one of them following him inside and fastening the end of the chain that was around Sam’s neck to a small, round object on the far wall, while another uncuffed his hands. Great, so now he was a dog on a leash. The officers shot a glare at Sam, who decided to avert his eyes and looked around the room instead, then walked out of the room and one of them said, “Make yourself at home, inmate. You’ll be staying here for the next week.”
He blinked. One whole week? Sam couldn’t do it, he couldn’t just sit here and leave Dean out there for seven days! “Nononono…” he mumbled, punching the wall and grunting in pain as his already sore and bloody knuckles connected with the concrete. He really shouldn’t have lost his mind like that back then, nearly fucking beating Diablo to death. Sam was so angry, it was hard to think rationally then, so hulking out only seemed natural but now, now that the adrenaline left him and he was in his right mind again, he cursed himself. Beating the shit out of Diablo felt great, and he didn’t regret doing it, not after what he called Dean. But he should have stopped, probably when the man was lying on the ground, coughing his lungs out and, instead of kicking him, Sam should have just grabbed his brother and left. But no, his mind was so clouded with rage that he didn’t hear Dean’s yells, now remembering that his brother was trying to calm him down. Yeah, he should have just listened to Dean and then he wouldn’t be in here now, rotting in a room that had a hole in the floor and a repulsive looking mattress too close to it. Oh, and he was also chained, by his damn neck. Though honestly, he didn’t give a flying crap about himself, he could hole out in this place for a week. No, what he was really, truly fucking worried about was Dean. With Sam gone, who was going to protect him? Not like Dean Winchester couldn’t protect himself, but it was different here. He could hold his own in a fight, when it came to monsters and demons, angels or even psycho lunatics, but getting ganged up on, ten to one, that was something even Dean couldn’t manage, not without a weapon in his hands. Alone and vulnerable, even with the help of Leo and his friends, Dean was screwed.
And Sam hoped, like never before, that that expression wasn’t going to become literal.
*
He didn’t, couldn’t really keep track of days. It was always dark, and he could barely even see the food they gave him, if it could have even be called food, in the first place. That alien thing that he got here made him actually miss that mystery spinach he got on the first day. Having a moment of silence for the spinach, he reluctantly ate whatever was on his plate, hoping that it wasn’t a dead rat they’ve found in the sewers or something, because it sure as hell tasted like that.
He guessed that he’s been down here for around five or six days, which meant that he’d be soon getting out of here, thank god. Talking about god, Sam has been praying every night, or more like, every time before he went to sleep. He prayed not to God, but to his friend, Castiel. And he told him everything. As if this room was a confession booth, he poured his soul and heart out in every prayer, gradually telling Cas everything that has been happening to him and to his brother. He started from when the police caught them, and told him what happened on the first day, told him about Diablo and even about his feelings for Dean. At first, he was hesitant about it, but after a few days, he decided to just open up. Castiel was his friend after all and, from what he heard while Cas was playing God, the angel wasn’t exactly the judging type. So he told him, how they had to pretend that they were lovers in order to survive, and how that made Sam realize that he was enjoying the little touches a bit too much. At one point, he even had to stop himself from talking, because he noticed that he must have spoken for an hour straight, about how Dean was the best thing that has ever happened to him, describing how amazing and beautiful his brother really was, and so on. Castiel, if he was listening, must have thought that Sam was a big girl right then.
Anyway, Sam was kneeling on his mattress, because he didn’t want to risk any suspicious things getting stuck to his clothes by kneeling on the floor, and closed his eyes, about to start praying to his friend again, when he heard the locks being opened. The sudden loud noise made him jump, and he turned around, watching in surprise as three guards entered his room, one of them going to the ring Sam’s chain was attached to, while the other two hurled the hunter to his feet. “What’s going on?” he managed to ask, surprised by his own voice. Damn, was his voice hoarse.
“Time’s up, chap. You stayed your one week, it’s time for you to get your ass outta here. That is, if you don’t wanna stay a few more weeks, eh?” one of the guards laughed as he pulled Sam out of the room, wrinkling his nose in disgust as his smell hit him. “Aw dude, you stink! If I were you, I’d take a shower, first thing I get upstairs.”
Sam thought that was a pretty good idea and kept that in mind as they escorted, or more like pushed, him to the stairs, since walking was still a bit difficult after only kneeling and standing in the small room for a week. One of the guards went forward, opening the door as Sam walked up the stairs and he had to raise his hand in front of his eyes. The basement was so dark, his room even darker, that the sudden light nearly blinded him. Without another word, the guards disappeared as they went back down the stairs, leaving Sam alone.
“Finally…” Sam sighed, looking around and couldn’t help but smile when he noticed how the inmates looked at him. They seemed scared, backing away or turning around abruptly and quickly walking to the other direction, while others whispered and nodded at and to him. Guess getting locked up in the dungeon cells earned him some more respect from the other prisoners.
He immediately headed towards the A block, the shower could wait. Sam had to find his brother first, that was top priority. Though instead of Dean, he first ran into Leo, who was talking to Tony, all smiles and laughs, and when he noticed Sam, his smile quickly grew into a wide grin. “Sam, dude!” he laughed, raising his hand for a high five and, after a moment of hesitation, Sam raised his too and high fived the man. “How was it?” Leo asked, suddenly turning serious and watching Sam with curious eyes.
“Horrible, just like you said. Leo, where’s Dean?” Sam asked, not really having time to deal with his friends right now. And as he watched Leo’s face twist into something that looked suspiciously like worry, Sam knew he wasn’t going to like his answer. “Leo?”
“Look, he’s in his cell, okay? I mean, last time I saw him, he was there,” he sighed, scratching at his neck. “These past couple of days have been pretty rough, you know? Most of the guys stayed away from him because of you, but there were some…persistent ones. Nothing he couldn’t handle, I can tell you that, but he’s been pretty down in the gutter and refused to leave his cell, even though I told him he’d be safer with us.”
“Dammit Dean,” Sam shook his head, muttering a quick thanks to Leo before heading to Dean’s cell. It was just like his brother to refuse help and white knuckle through the whole week, as if he had to prove something to Sam. Stupid, stubborn big brother.
Finally reaching his cell, Sam noticed two things at the same time. One, Dean was indeed there and two, a big guy was totally trying to hit on him. Sam was seriously starting to have enough of this and before walking over to them, he grabbed a hardcover book out of one of the prisoners’ hands.
“Hey!” Sam shouted and, as the guy turned around, he whacked him straight in the face with the sharp edge of the book, then grabbed him by his collar and shoved him against the bars. “Get lost.”
The man nodded jerkily, the realization of who Sam was visible on his face and he was gone rather quickly, leaving Sam and Dean alone in the cell. Well, aside from Snorlax, but he seemed to be asleep, as always, so he didn’t count.
“Sammy?” Dean whispered, taking a step towards his brother and looking like he was about to freaking break down in tears, before grabbing him and pulling him into one of the tightest hugs he’s ever gotten, but also the best one so far.
“Yeah, I’m back Dean,” Sam reassured, softly stroking his brother’s back as he returned the hug, smiling when he felt Dean bury his face in his neck, a thing he started doing ever since they began acting as lovers. “You okay?” he asked, worried that maybe he was too late, that maybe one of the guys got to Dean and-
“I’m fine, don’t worry, nobody…touched me, Sam. Nobody,” he breathed against Sam’s skin, gripping the back of his little brother’s shirt as if his life depended on it. However, he soon pulled back and started coughing, his face twisted in disgust. “Oh god, man, you smell like something died in your pants!”
“Well, I couldn’t take a shower for a week, so yeah. But I can assure you, everything is fine in my pants, thank you very much,” he winked, and Dean laughed, finally looking like he was in a good mood.
“Well then let’s get you cleaned up, because I swear I ain’t touching you until you get that huge frame of yours clean,” Dean grinned, tugging his little brother towards the showers, making Sam realize just how fucking much he missed his brother. Really, it was ridiculous, how much he loved Dean. He was surprised it took him so long to realize.
“So, you gonna join me?” he asked when they reached the locker room, only a few people being inside around this time.
“What, join you in the shower? Yeah, you wish,” Dean joked, pushing Sam into the C block lockers, then stopped in front of him. “You need help peeling those sticky clothes off you?” he asked, raising an eyebrow and smirking like a damn hyena.
Sam laughed lightly and shook his head, gently pushing Dean away. “No, I wouldn’t want you to catch something nasty from these clothes.”
“Oh, I’m pretty sure I’ve already got some germs all over me when I hugged you, little brother.”
“Dean, if you want to undress me that bad, then go ahead. I won’t stop you.”
That finally made his brother stop, licking his lips nervously as he took a step back and even turned away, for good measure. “Whatever, just hurry up and undress.”
“Impatient much?” Sam laughed and began taking his clothes off, starting with his shirt then pants, honestly surprised that his clothes still looked fine. He thought they would not only stink but also be covered with pretty much everything the dictionary described as disgusting. Anyway, Sam took his clothes off and folded them into a pile, then grabbed Dean’s towel and walked towards the shower. The water was lukewarm, but he knew that it would quickly turn to chilly, so he tried to hurry up, even though he would have much rather taken his time instead, noticing that Dean followed him and was, pretty indiscreetly, staring at his naked body. Not sneaking glances, but straight-out staring. That gave Sam an idea, and he made sure to run his soapy hands down his chest real slowly, then lower, and lower, until he reached his already hardening dick and, just before taking a hold of it, he looked at Dean. His brother was caught off guard in the middle of staring a hole in Sam’s dick, and when he finally noticed that Sam was looking at him and fucking grinning, he quickly averted his gaze, clearing his throat and doing his best at trying to pretend he was fascinated by the dirty tiles on the wall.
Sam laughed, couldn’t help but let out an amused laugh, as he quickly finished washing the soap off his body, and dried himself with the towel, wrapping it once again around his waist before walking back to the lockers. He pulled a face when he had to put his old clothes back on, reminding himself that he needed to wash them, ASAP. “So, nice and clean?” he heard his brother ask, Dean smirking at him as he leaned sideways against the locker.
“Yup, I’m all shiny,” he winked, drawing a chuckle out of his brother before they both walked out of the locker room.
“Hey,” Dean broke the silence, hesitating for a moment before continuing. “I, uh, found an empty room. Some kind of empty storage unit that isn’t checked only once a week, and Leo told me that the guards already checked it the day before yesterday, so…”
“Cas?” Sam asked, knowing where Dean was going with his suggestion.
“Yeah. We could try and call him there, where it’s nice and secluded. Hope he’ll answer this time,” he said, nodding at the D block hallway. “C’mon, let me show you.”
Sam nodded and followed his brother to the storage unit, all the while glancing around and making sure that nobody was watching or following them. Finally, Dean stopped before a door and pulled a bobby pin out from his pocket, Sam raising his eyebrows questioningly, but Dean just shrugged.
“I got it for a pack of cigarettes. When in Rome…” he grinned, picking the lock while Sam watched his back, then cheered when he heard the telltale click of a lock opening. He quickly opened the door and disappeared inside, Sam following his brother before closing the door behind them.
The storage unit didn’t look like much, just what a person would expect. A few boxes here, some bottles there and tools on shelves. Nothing real special. “Okay,” Sam walked to the center of the room, looking around. “So, how do we do this? Wanna start, or should we talk at the same time?”
“I dunno,” Dean sighed, chewing at his lower lip and looking oddly like someone who just robbed a bank and was stuck in a room full of cops. In other words, seriously nervous.
“Dean?” Sam frowned, starting to get a little worried. He stepped closer to his brother, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Dean, you okay?”
His brother stayed silent for a moment, staring at the floor, before he finally looked up, and the look in his eyes was something new, something Sam has never seen. Dean swallowed visibly, glancing at the hand that was on his shoulder before he started to slowly back his little brother into the wall, then kept on moving until their bodies were flush against each other and they were pretty much breathing the same air.
“Dean,” Sam whispered for some reason, watching his brother with slightly wide eyes. “Hey, what are you doing?”
“Isn’t it obvious?” Dean raised an eyebrow, slipping his hand under Sam’s shirt and resting it on his chest.
“Uh, yeah, but there’s no one here. No need to…you know,” Sam clenched his jaw, trying his hardest to control himself, which wasn’t the easiest thing with his big brother pressing against him.
Dean licked his lips, leaning closer to Sam, his lips barely an inch away from his little brother’s as he said, “I know.”
Sam watched in shock as his big brother slowly sank to his knees and tugged his pants down, all the while keeping eye-contact with Sam. He couldn’t speak, somehow that ability left him as Dean took a hold of his raging hard on, and when did that happen, then started slowly stroking him.
“Fuck,” Sam cursed, while Dean placed soft kisses on his thighs, still watching him intently. Sam couldn’t believe this, that his brother was actually touching him like that, even though nobody was watching. He tried to keep his voice in, he really did, but between Dean’s strokes, light nips and the kisses he placed on his thighs and abdomen, he soon found himself unable to stop himself from groaning. “Dean,” he breathed, closing his eyes as he let his mind go blank and focused on Dean’s hand, but was soon startled, nearly jumping out of his skin as he felt something much, much warmer and wet around his dick. Looking down, his eyes widened as he saw Dean take him in his mouth, moaning and still, never breaking eye contact.
Sam gasped, throwing his head back and, even though now he couldn’t see Dean, he certainly could hear him and the obscene slurping sounds he made while sucking Sam off. He moaned, seemingly having the time of his life as he hummed contently around Sam’s dick while bobbing his head back and forth, taking him in inch by inch, and then he was gagging, fucking choking on Sam’s huge, thick dick but still, he kept going, and that had Sam groaning like crazy. He moved a hand to his brother’s head, gripping his hair as he found the power to open his eyes and look back down at Dean and, holy shit, the sight that welcomed him was out of this world. His big brother’s gorgeous, plump lips looked beautiful around his dick, as they slid forward, then back, taking as much as he could in his mouth and apparently enjoying his little brother’s taste, judging from the way he kept on moaning uncontrollably. Probably sensing Sam’s stare, Dean looked up and smiled around his brother’s dick, letting out an especially lewd moan as he took even more of Sam in, quickening his pace and swirling his tongue around the fat shaft of his brother’s dick, making Sam buck his hips.
“Dean, fuck, shit,” he gasped, tightening his grip on his brother hair as Dean just kept sucking him, sometimes grazing his teeth against his shaft, which sent lightning-like shivers down his spine. Dean hummed eagerly, pulling back so that only the head was inside his mouth, and he ran his tongue along the underside of the head of Sam’s cock, earning a loud moan from his brother. It was all so much, and Sam soon found himself unable to stop himself from thrusting his hips forward, trying to fuck his big brother’s mouth while he tugged on his hair, making him move the way he liked and wanted it, choosing the pace and rhythm.
But then, Dean pulled away with a wet pop, licking his lips hungrily as he grinned darkly, standing up and again, pressing up against Sam. “Want you, baby boy,” he whispered, licking Sam’s lips tentatively. “Make me yours, Sammy, please,” Dean begged, seeming so fucking desperate that Sam quickly found himself crushing his lips against his own brother’s, licking and sucking and biting and kissing him passionately and hotly. His tongue breached the man’s mouth, licking into the warm and wet cavern of Dean’s mouth and successfully drawing a moan out of his brother. Deciding that he loved that sound, Sam gently bit down Dean’s bottom lip and made him moan, yet again, then sucked his bottom lip into his mouth and pulled Dean closer.
“Fuck, Dean, is this okay with you?” Sam asked after pulling back from the kiss, lightly caressing his brother’s cheek as he looked into his eyes, those mesmerizing green eyes.
“Yes, please, Sammy, please,” Dean pleaded, placing kisses after kisses on his little brother’s lips, making Sam simply lose his mind and grab Dean’s pants, tugging at them and just fucking wanting them off. “Shit, Sammy,” he groaned, quickly pulling and kicking his pants and underwear off, kissing his little brother’s jaw, then neck and finally shoulder, all the while roaming Sam’s body with his hands, and rubbing their hard cocks against each other.
“Dean, oh god,” Sam groaned, moving his hands down and grabbing his brother’s ass, making Dean moan and push his hips out immediately. “Wall, now,” Sam growled, kicking his own pants off as he positioned Dean against the wall, so his back was facing Sam and, holy shit, Dean had such a fucking gorgeous, round, amazing ass. Sam found himself staring at it until he couldn’t help but groan, glancing down at his raging boner and deciding that it was probably time to claim his big brother, once and for all. He licked his lips, running his hand down Dean’s back before moving his free hand to Dean’s mouth, then pressed two fingers against his lips. “Wet them for me, Dean.”
And he did, his big brother slowly opening his mouth and sucking on his fingers as if they were his dick, coating them with saliva, before Sam pulled them out and moved them to his brother’s ass. Dean gasped, and let out a quiet whimper, pushing his ass out and resting his forehead against the wall. “Sammy, dammit, hurry up. Want you so bad,” he whined, breathing hard and making Sam real eager. But still, no matter how horny he was, Sam wasn’t going to risk hurting his brother, so he gently rubbed a finger against Dean’s entrance before slowly pushing it inside, earning a pleased groan from his big brother. “Fuck, yeah, Sammy, more,” he moaned, slightly wiggling his hips and trying to push back on Sam’s finger. Cursing in his head, Sam began to move his finger and prayed for whomever that was listening to help him keep his self-control. He fingered his brother slowly, then when he was sure that Dean was ready, Sam inserted his second finger, beginning to scissor and stretch his brother’s hole as much as he could. “Sammy!” Dean whined, clearly starting to become impatient as he kept on pushing back on his little brother’s fingers and trying to fuck himself on them. That was Sam’s cue, knowing that Dean needed much more than just his fingers, and he carefully pulled them out before spitting in his palm and slicked his dick up, hoping that he wasn’t going to hurt Dean.
“You ready?” he asked, wanting to, needing to know that Dean wanted this just as much as Sam did.
“Yeah, shit, Sammy, fuck me already,” Dean begged, panting heavily, and Sam was more than willing to obey. He took a hold of Dean’s hips with one hand, and lined his rock hard cock up with his big brother’s hole, before entering him. And fuck, if it wasn’t the greatest feeling ever. Dean was so warm and fucking tight, immediately drawing a moan out of Sam as soon as the head of his dick slid past the tight ring of muscle.
“Oh god, Dean, so fucking good,” Sam groaned, digging his fingers in his brother’s hips as he pushed further inside, making Dean let out the sweetest gasps and moans, that went straight to his dick. “Dean, gonna fuck you so hard,” he found himself growling, leaning forward and biting Dean’s shoulder, drawing a loud, desperate moan out of his brother.
“Do it, please, Sammy, fuck me, yes please!” he whimpered, clenching his fists against the wall and pushing his ass even further out, looking way too desperate.
“Never knew you were such a cockslut, Dean,” Sam purred, letting out a deep chuckle as he licked up Dean’s neck, making the man shudder.
“You, just for you, Sammy,” Dean breathed, whining and whimpering as he clenched around Sam’s fat dick. “Now fuck me already, or I’m gonna use your cock to fuck myself,” he growled, sounding annoyed.
The idea of Dean desperately trying to fuck himself on Sam’s cock may have been what made him snap, and Sam finally started moving, slowly, in and out of his big brother who let out drawn out moans like a cat in heat, each time Sam pulled out until just the head remained inside, then slammed back in, punching the air out of his big brother. “Fuck, Dean,” Sam gasped, resting his forehead against the back of Dean’s neck as he moved in and out, thrusting in a quicker pace now and fucking his brother fiercely, who was moaning loudly, even though he must have been trying to keep his voice in, obviously failing.
“Sam, Sammy, harder, more!” Dean cried, pushing back and meeting Sam’s thrusts each and every time, as Sam kissed and bit into his shoulder, marking him while trying to muffle his own groans and moans. His hands stayed on Dean’s hips, though after a while Sam decided to move one of them up Dean’s chest and when his nail grazed his brother’s nipple, making him arch his back, Sam knew he found the jackpot. Still keeping one hand on Dean’s hips, Sam lightly rubbed his big brother’s nipple all the while fucking his pretty pink hole, earning a high pitched mix of a gasp and a moan from Dean, so he kept going, pinching and tugging at the hard bud. Dean was soon a moaning and whimpering mess under his touch, then at one especially deep thrust, he screamed so loudly that Sam was pretty sure that the whole prison heard him. “There, right fucking there, do that again, please!” Dean pleaded, even helping out by moving one of his hands back and spreading his cheek for Sam’s dick. He was sure that he hit Dean’s prostate with that thrust, and fortunately, he kind of remembered where it was, so he angled his thrust and Dean’s hips so that he could hit that spot over, and over, and over again.
Dean threw his head back and cried out in pleasure, keening and whimpering and whining and moaning lewdly as Sam fucked him, his little brother leaving hickeys all over his neck, shoulders and back, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing in the room. He soon moved his hand down from Dean’s over-sensitive nipple to his bouncing cock, and grabbed it, pumping it quickly and in rhythm with his own thrusts until Dean was chanting his name like a prayer. Then, Dean tensed, letting out one of his loudest moans as he shuddered, and came all over the wall and Sam’s fingers. The younger hunter felt his brother’s insides clench and flutter around his pulsing cock, and it only took him a few, quite erratic, thrusts before he too, was coming, deep inside his brother who was milking him through his orgasm, until Sam was spent and panting against Dean’s back.
He placed soft and tender kisses over the bruises he made on Dean’s shoulders as his brother shivered, suddenly feeling weak and he nearly fell to the ground, his knees giving out, but Sam quickly caught him and gently lowered him, following his big brother to the floor. He changed their position, so that Sam was sitting against the wall and Dean was in his lap, arms wrapped around his neck and, as always, face buried in his little brother’s neck, nuzzling him affectionately which made Sam smile weakly. He cradled his big brother, gently stroking the back of his head, and placing small kisses on it, while Dean was relaxing in his brother’s embrace.
They stayed like that for a long while, none of them wanting and daring to say a thing, until Sam decided to break the silence. “Dean,” he started, clearing his throat and moving his hand to his brother’s chin, raising it so that they were looking at each other. “I understand, if you don’t want to talk about this-“
“Shut up,” Dean cut him off, then quickly kissed his lips, smiling happily as he looked into the surprised hazel eyes of his little brother. “I’m only going to say this once, so you better remember this…I love you, in a way only I can,” he sighed, hiding his probably flushed face in his favorite place, Sam’s neck.
Sam blinked, then couldn’t help but laugh, wondering how on earth could he be so damn lucky, that his feelings were actually returned by his big brother, and he whispered, “I love you too, Dean.”
He felt Dean smile against his skin, placing a quick kiss on his neck before looking up, and yes, his eyes only had love in them. “Love you so much,” Sam said again, pulling Dean closer and smiling happily against his lips, closing his eyes as Dean laughed.
“We’re so fucked up, man,” he whispered, sighing lightly before pressing a lingering kiss on Sam’s lips, which soon turned into a deep kiss, with tongues sliding against each other and muffled moans, until a deep voice made them abruptly pull away.
“I assume this isn’t the right time to talk,” Castiel said, narrowing his eyes as he looked from one hunter to the other.
“Oh shit,” Dean cursed, quickly grabbing their clothes and covering himself and Sam with them. “Seriously? Now you show up?”
“I could come back later, I guess, but I’m rather…busy, at the moment. I can’t stay here for long, or else Naomi’s soldiers might find me,” the angel sighed, glancing at Sam. “I see you finally acted on your emotions, Sam,” he said with a small smile on his lips.
Feeling a blush creep up his face, Sam averted his gaze from the angel and his brother, who was looking at him with a raised eyebrow. “Feelings? What is he talking about?”
When none of them answered, Castiel obviously waiting for Sam to say something, while the hunter hoped that their angel friend would be kind enough to enlighten Dean instead of him, Sam realized that he should probably be the one doing the talking after all. So he sighed, biting his lower lip as he looked his brother in the eyes. “I, uh, may have prayed to Cas and told him that…I was in love with you.”
“What?” Dean asked, blinking repeatedly with a shocked expression on his face that wasn’t supposed to be adorable but, damn, it was. “You just freakin’ told your feelings to Cas like that? Jeez Sam, talking about desperate…”
“Hey, I thought that we’d never, you know, have sex anyway, that all of this was pretend, and that Cas wasn’t listening!”
“I was,” Castiel nodded, clarifying the situation. ”Listening, that is. It just took me some time to actually find the right moment to get to you.”
“Yeah, and you did a real great job at that, Cas,” Dean sighed, resting his head on Sam’s shoulder. “And Sam, seriously? My attempts on seducing the shit out of you didn’t get through, or what?”
“Oh,” was all he said, blinking and suddenly feeling a bit stupid. Now that he thought about it, Dean would have never initiated the touches and would have never looked like he was actually enjoying them, unless he was, and had the thought of seducing Sam in mind. “Um, sorry, I didn’t…realize.”
“No shit, Sherlock,” Dean rolled his eyes, then smirked, kissing Sam’s chin. “Maybe I should be more straightforward from now on, huh?” he laughed, hugging Sam in a way that totally didn’t look like cuddling.
“Hm, maybe,” Sam smiled happily, placing a small kiss on Dean’s forehead before looking at Castiel and trying to stand up, a quite difficult task when Dean was still clinging to him like an overly attached monkey. “Uh, Cas, could you zap us out of here, then?” he asked, grabbing his dirty pants to cover his dick.
“Yes,” he nodded, looking sort of relieved as he walked to the brothers and placed his fingers on their forehead and, suddenly, they were in the bunker. “Will this suffice?” the angel asked, glancing around the bunker and smiling a little. “Nice place.”
“Yeah, we’re legacies,” Dean grinned, holding his clothes against his crotch. “Well, uh Cas, thanks for the lift,” he said, but before he could have said anything else, the angel nodded and was gone. Blinking and shrugging, he turned towards Sam and smirked. “So…”
“So,” Sam cleared his throat, returning his brother’s smirk as he could feel his face flush. “Do you want to talk about this or-“
“Hell no. There’s nothing to talk about here, Sammy. I…we love each other in a way that is really, very fucked up and more than brotherly, but our life is already a big shit storm, so I don’t mind. Why don’t we just, you know. Roll with it.”
“Roll with it?” Sam asked, raising an eyebrow. “You mean, start a relationship?”
“Well,” he cleared his throat and nodded, fighting to keep eye contact with Sam. “Yeah. I think we deserve that, don’t you?”
Smiling, Sam nodded and raised his hand to his big brother’s face, lightly caressing his cheek with his thumb. “Yes.”
And Dean grinned, looking happier than Sam has seen him in years, as he wrapped his arms around his little brother’s neck and kissed his lips. “Well then,” he whispered, smiling against his lover’s soft lips. “Why don’t we make up for all that lost time?” he asked, wiggling his eyebrows and making Sam laugh.
“Yeah, I’d love that,” Sam returned the kiss, taking Dean’s hand in his and taking him to his bedroom, which soon became their shared bedroom, just like the bunker became their home, their safe nest where they could relax and forget about all their troubles.
Where they could love each other, forever and unconditionally, until Death did them apart.
And even after that, either in Heaven or Hell, or wherever they ended up.
THE END