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PART ONE
The Night Before
"We get some place near the beach, we drink a shit ton of booze, we fuck each other on every available surface. And then…we relax."
"Come here…" Sam's laid out on the bed, looking pale in contrast to the dark brown of the comforter that Dean knows is scratchy and musty. He sighs. Would have been nice if for the last night of their lives, they could have stayed some place decent for once. He walks over to the bed, juggling two bottles of Corona, and a bag of generic chips. If he's gotta go, he's splurging on half decent beer at least.
Sam scoots over, his worn cotton boxers rasping against the pilled comforter, reaches over and grabs the beers. Sets them on the nightstand and grabs Dean's wrist next, gives him that knowing look that says 'I know you like it when I do that'. "I said c'mere."
He pulls Dean on top of him and Dean's the one who huffs out a breath. "Shit, it's like slamming into a fucking brick wall, and about as cuddly."
"Shut up, you love it," Sam says fondly. "You're just jealous 'cause you're all jiggly."
Dean knees Sam hard inside his knee, laughs when Sam yelps and twists away. "Hey, it's fucking genetics. Some of us turn into the Hulk and some of us have normal physiques…besides, jiggly my ass, I can take you down in half a second and have you crying like a little girl."
Sam's got his face shoved into that nice warm place in Dean's shoulder that smells so good. "…true. 'Cause you're sneaky. Always been sneaky. And your ass is no way jiggly." His fingers poke and prod in places only Sam's allowed to now, and Dean makes noises that he'd swear on pain of death aren't giggles. Giggles morph into moans when Sam works on a patch of skin that if he scrapes his teeth over it, just this side of a bite, gets Dean hard instantly.
From there, it's Sam working him nice and open, lots of spit, and lube too, because Dean's not a masochist. Except for the part where he likes Sam to shove in rough and fast, and then draw it out until Dean's back is arched and he's cursing steady and threatening Sam if he doesn't fucking move right the fuck now, fuck yeah, just like that….
After they're wrapped up in the wrecked sheets, legs and arms woven together in a Winchester cats-cradle. It would all be almost perfect if they weren't heading out to die in the morning.
"Castiel says…there's a possibility that we'll make it out alive."
"Did you forget the part where he went all Spock on us, and gave us odds that basically meant a snowball's chance in hell of surviving?"
"We still have a whole ten per cent of—"
"Oh my god. Your mouth's a lot better suited to sucking my dick than giving motivational speeches, you know."
Sam rolls back from his brother and stares at him until Dean shoves him and snaps at him to "stop staring, bitch."
"I'll stare if I want to. Listen, tomorrow we're gonna have a showdown with Lucifer. We're going to send him back to hell, courtesy of the Colt. And after, we give this whole thing up. Ditch angels and demons and vengeful spirits, and, and--we go. To—to—someplace warm close to the ocean. We get some place near the beach, we drink a shit ton of booze, we fuck each other on every available surface. And then…we relax."
Dean beams at him, teeth shining in the near dark. His brother's a motherfucking genius. This plan of his is better than Castiel's for sure. 'Course, they weren't giving up on the 'hunting things, saving people gig' forever. Just until Sammy got over being tired and freaked. After that. Dean figured, it was anything goes. Fuck, maybe even a happy ending for real. In the meantime....
"Hey…you up for seconds?" He fists Sam's soft dick until it gives some signs of interest, figures he'll be a good guy and speed things up a bit. He likes watching Sam's face when he first takes his dick in his mouth. He always looks so pleasantly surprised, no matter if it's the first time in a week or the third time of the night….
Dean feels pretty good, considering. In the morning, Sam will tell Lucifer yes, and when he arrives, all ready to slip on his shiny new prom dress, Dean's going blow his satanic brains out. Simple.
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Sam feels pretty sure the Colt will be useless. But Castiel is more than certain that an angel killing knife will work on any angel, including fallen ones, and all Sam has to do is coax him close, and then it's up to Cas, and Dean to distract him. If they fail, well, as long as Luce doesn't blow them all to atoms, there's still a chance….