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The bodies breathed in unison. Their breaths fell heavy and loud in the silence of that night. Dean's right leg brushed against Sam's left leg, their warmth transferring among the both of them. His right hand brushed the hair off Sam's face.
Sam moaned.
Dean then touched Sam's face; his cheeks, his cheekbones, his jaw, his chin. He wasn't used to giving this kind of attention to someone, especially to a guy who was his brother. He sighed. He couldn't believe how incredible their night together was. He couldn't believe that they had reached that level of love for each other.
Suddently there was a flicker of the neon signs outside. The earpiercing ringing that sounded afterwards was all too familiar. Sam woke up startled and confused. He covered his reverberating ears. Dean slid out of bed, his naked body almost running into a fuming Castiel.
"What have you done?!"
"None of your fucking business! Back off!"
Castiel shoved Dean into the wall, his leg crashing into the nightstand sending a lamp to the ground. It shattered, broken glass flying all over the ground.
"How is this none of my business? The blasphemy you have committed
crosses so many boundaries... I can't even begin to explain to you two idiots what the consequences are."
"Try us."
"Not only did you fornicate with another man, but with your brother! And not only is he your brother, but a spawn of Satan himself!"
"Oh fuck off!" This time it was Sam who spoke. He had wrapped the sheets around his waist and had stood up, his height imposing. Dean was still standing close to the wall, his naked body catching the various colored lights from the signs outside.
"I'm sorry Sam but this time I can't just fuck off as you so eloquently put it. You are both way in over your heads and you are even bigger imbeciles if you think you have not earned the wrath of some of my superiors. You better be ready for war, Dean. Satan has claimed you both and not even God can save your souls now."
With a flash of headlights from a passing car, Castiel was gone.
Dean sat on the bed, the palms of his hands covering his eyes. The frustration was boiling inside him.
"Does everyone have a problem with me being happy? I finally reached
that fucking eloping little bitch called happiness for a couple of hours and pricks are already attacking."
Sam was still standing but wasn't as tense as when he first got up. He made his way around the bed until he got in front of Dean. He kneeled in front of him, his knees opening in cuts from the glass shattered earlier. Sam grabbed Dean's hands and pulled them down from his face.
"Hey, I love you, but if you think this is going to change what just happened, you are just like he said- an idiot."
"I can't just ignore him, Sammy, he's a freakin' angel, messenger of the Almighty." A tinge of sarcasm could be heard in Dean's voice as he said the last word.
"Dean." Sam moved in between Dean's legs, spreading them at a wide angle. "Don't ruin it. I'd rather have lived a couple of days in your arms than an eternity by myself, or as a servant of any god or demon. I want you and now that I've had you I can't live without what we have."
"But Sam, it's not that simple..." He never quite finished his sentence. Sam moved even closer to him, grabbing Dean's penis with one hand and rubbing his testicles with the other. His mouth found Dean's mouth and they kissed while the hand job took its course.
Dean was at first taken aback but then decided that it was impossible to resist. He moaned, throwing his head back.
Sam pulled his tongue from Dean's mouth and proceeded to licking Dean's face, the two day old beard feeling rough against Sam's tongue, like a cat's tongue.
"Sammy..." Dean moaned as Sam proceeded to his throat. His Adam's
apple was gulping as Sam nibbled and licked at it. All the time Sam was pumping Dean's fully erected member, causing it to throb.
"Sammy, oh Jesus, I'm gonna cum!"
Sam immediately pulled his face from licking Dean's throat, to Dean's
penis which erupted as soon as Sam got to it. The semen splattered all over Sam's face and in his mouth. Dean fell back on the bed. "Best fucking hand job ever." Dean muttered as he rubbed Sam's head. "Fuck the angels. The only thing I want is you."
Early that morning, after finishing packing and other routine exercises, they took their bags to the car and went on their way. Dean drove as Sam used his laptop to scan the news for any seemingly otherworldly activities.
The search proved to be futile and they eventualy just called Bobby to see if he had any news.Bobby told them he was empty on cases. After driving around for what seemed like hours, they drove off the main road onto a dirt road leading somewhere into the forest.
Sorry...less action more plot :) decided it was best for now. Promise more action in the next one...if you're still reading. Comments, concerns? phantomwilliams@gmail.com