Chapter Thirteen

Warnings: Smut…lots and lots of smut. And angst. Come on…angst is good for the soul! Oh and a touch of gore...sorry!

Clark stopped with a rush of air and a cloud of snow surrounding him as he looked around at the interior of his fortress. He stepped inside carefully with Dean cradled in his arms close to his chest and went into the chamber that held a healing bed, which he laid Dean out on. He then went over to one of the crystalline consoles and began shifting the crystals before looking over at Dean’s body. He noted the soft pink glow that was illuminating the bed and sighed in relief when it slowly turned to a pale blue as the bed started stabilizing Dean. Once it had fully turned to light blue, he shifted a couple more of the crystals and went over to sit next to Dean’s bedside as the glow turned to a healthy leaf green color. He shifted Dean’s arm into place since it had nearly been torn off and was currently connected by just a couple of tendons to the joint then he carefully removed his lover’s clothes and, after taking out anything valuable from them, he set them on fire with a couple blasts of his heat vision. He would buy new clothes for Dean, but for now he just needed Dean healed.

“You are putting your faith in things that are best left alone, Kal-El,” Jor-El’s voice stated softly as the fortress pulsed in time to his voice.

“I don’t care. You didn’t do anything…I would almost have to say you plotted this in the first place as another test!” Clark retorted angrily and stood up to confront his father. He turned around in a slow circle as he glared at the fortress. “He means *everything* to me! He has a brother and friends that care about him and he is a good man! We saved his soul and it’s the *least* I can do to save his body so he can live a happy life!”

“You almost didn’t make it, my son. The demon used you to destroy innocent humans and could have used you to cause the ultimate destruction of this world,” Jor-El chided him and Clark sneered.

“But it didn’t. It didn’t succeed because of hunters like Sam and Dean and their friends knowing how to deal with this kind of thing! You keep saying that *I’m* the only thing that can save this world, but you don’t even acknowledge that people like the Winchesters go about saving people and this world every day!” Clark declared and laughed suddenly in realization. “It *galls* you that *you* and *your son* were bested by a demon and were aided by *mere mortals*!”

“That is not what I am trying to say, Kal-El,” Jor-El protested, but Clark’s laugh stopped him from continuing.

“Save it! You might think you’re omnipotent, but you’re not! And neither am I! And I will *never* give up on the human race! I will work side by side with them and we shall prove that you and your so-called *superior* race that you’re nothing!” Clark retorted triumphantly before returning to Dean’s side. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that several of the wounds were nearly healed and that Dean’s shoulder was mending swiftly. He reached up and touched a couple of symbols that were floating nearby and his relief faded as he saw that Dean had lost a lot of blood and that his body was malnourished. He bit his lip in his worry as he realized that it was going to take a bit more to help Dean’s body make it.

He stood up and went back to the crystalline console where he shifted a couple more of the shards before looking over. The green glow that had been surrounding Dean’s body soon had some blood red and golden threads running through it and Clark smiled in satisfaction before he took his seat again next to Dean’s bedside. It would take a couple more hours before Dean was fully restored…he had plenty of time.

He took out the amulet and examined it curiously. He touched the intricate filigree and the glowing stone before he closed his hand over it and held it. He sighed softly as he felt Dean’s presence touch his own soul, filling him with warmth. “Dean…I know that I wasn’t…” He stopped and sighed as he closed his eyes tightly on the tears that welled up within him. “I wasn’t *there* for you, but I wanted to be so badly. I tried…so *hard* to find a way to help you, but in the end, Lex managed to do what I couldn’t and I got possessed by the *thing* that was going to take you away from me. And I don’t even *remember* what had happened,” he whispered thickly before opening his eyes and looking over at Dean’s healing body.

Dean looked like he was sleeping, but Clark knew that wasn’t true. He was in a coma until he was healed and even then he would need his soul returned to his body. He just hoped he could do it right. “When you wake up…I’m *never* going to leave your side again. I’ll go with you on your hunts or whatever, but we are *never* parting again. I don’t know what it is about you, but you are the first person that has accepted and embraced me for who I am. You challenge me, you make me feel welcome, and you…you are so important to me, Dean,” Clark said and his voice cracked at the last bit. He looked down and licked his lips before biting his bottom lip hard. “If I lost you, then I wouldn’t have anything to fight for. I…I think I love you, Dean and…it scares me because I didn’t think this could happen and…god Dean, you have to make it,” he finally managed as he clutched the amulet to his chest tightly and shuddered, fighting his tears.

Silence fell over the chamber as he watched over Dean’s body. He eventually brought out the sheet that Chloe had given to him and examined the instructions that were on it. He mouthed the words and grimaced while hoping that pronunciation wasn’t ninety percent of the test, but he would try his hardest to get it right. He noted the areas that he would have to put the amulet and glanced over at Dean’s body to make sure on the exact positioning before returning to his studying. He made sure to read everything a few times through before sitting back and relaxing into his seat as it elongated and angled so that he was laying down. He would rest for a bit since he knew that the fortress would warn him if anything went wrong.

A soft dinging woke him a while later and he jerked awake, somewhat disoriented to find himself in a crystalline room instead of his room back home on the farm. He rubbed his eyes and sat up before looking over at Dean’s body. He smiled in relief when he saw that the green glow had returned to the pale blue stage and that Dean was breathing normally as if he was asleep. He still was in a coma, but it made Clark feel at ease to know that it was now up to him and the amulet to save Dean completely.

Looking down at his hand where he had been clutching the amulet, Clark smiled in determination before standing and crawling on top of Dean’s body, straddling him. He placed the amulet just above Dean’s belly button at the solar plexus and took out the paper. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes as he focused himself before whispering the chant. He watched as the amulet’s glow began to pulse in time to Dean’s pulse before flashing bright green. He moved the amulet from the solar plexus to the middle of Dean’s forehead and continued chanting as the amulet, which was now a pale green, throbbed in time to Dean’s pulse again. Dean’s body suddenly stiffened and arched before Dean gasped as the green glow passed into his mind and body, suffusing with it completely. Clark finished his chanting shakily and waited anxiously as the amulet slowly faded to a dull green color.

He picked up the amulet and put it aside with the papers, then leaned in so he was hovering over Dean’s face. He cupped Dean’s cheek tenderly with his long fingers as he searched for signs that Dean was back. He bit his lip before whispering, “Dean? Come on…open your eyes for me.” He drew in a shaky breath as he caressed his thumb along Dean’s cheek and bottom lip. “Please Dean…don’t leave me. Not now,” he managed as he fought his tears the longer Dean remained unconscious. It hadn’t said how long it would take for Dean to wake up, but what was going on? He muffled a sob as he rested his forehead on Dean’s nose and felt two tears drip down his face. “Please Dean! Don’t leave me!” he sobbed out before shifting his head up and brushing his lips along Dean’s. Dean’s lips remained still for a second before molding to his in a warm kiss and he half-sobbed, half-laughed into Dean’s mouth before pulling back to look into Dean’s grinning face. “Dean!”

Dean slowly licked his lips before smiling lazily. “Is this the part where we live happily ever after? Cuz I don’t think we’re in Kansas anymore,” he murmured huskily and Clark couldn’t help laughing before kissing Dean again, this time hungrily and with relief.

“I think this is more the part where we have wild passionate sex to make up for the time we were apart and for the emotional trauma we just went through,” Clark retorted into Dean’s mouth with a grin and chuckled with Dean as they began kissing again while slowly caressing each other. He sat up and tossed aside his shirt before returning to his hungry mauling of Dean’s mouth. Dean’s hands impatiently tugged at his pants and he kicked those off swiftly before meshing their naked bodies together. They both groaned as they rubbed together in a long slide of heated skin and incredible friction before shifting so that they were lined up perfectly. Dean’s legs wrapped loosely around Clark’s thighs as they rocked against each other while their lips melded, suckled, and mauled the other’s lips eagerly.

Breaking their kiss, Dean panted for air as he gazed up at Clark with lust blown eyes and murmured, “Want you in me. Make me feel alive, Clark.”

“Always and forever…” Clark whispered back as he smiled and caressed his fingers along Dean’s face before crawling off of Dean and going over to a small alcove. He could feel Dean’s gaze on him and sauntered just a bit more sexily, earning a husky chuckle from his lover at the display. He found a small jar that held some sort of lubricant. He figured it was most likely some sort of lotion and knew that it’d work. He went back to Dean’s bed and climbed on before kissing Dean again. Their tongues tangled together for another few minutes before he pulled back and slicked his fingers up. He kissed his way down Dean’s body as he trailed his moist fingers over Dean’s hip, along the crease of his hip joint, under his balls, and to the puckered entrance that was welcoming him. He pressed a finger into Dean as he sucked the dripping cock that met his lips into his mouth and down his throat in one move, causing Dean to groan loudly and push up into his mouth. He placed his free hand on Dean’s stomach, pressing him down gently and holding him still as he suckled the heated flesh that was leaking steadily into his mouth while his finger twisted in the hot channel and stretched the tight hole. He pushed in two more fingers and scissored them as he flicked his tongue over the slit of Dean’s cock head several times, forcing his lover to jerk and curse as he tried to get more from both sources of stimulation.

Pulling his mouth slowly off of Dean’s cock, Clark grinned as Dean groaned and glared at him in aggravation. “You better not be stopping,” Dean growled out and Clark laughed softly as he pushed in three fingers as far as he could, making Dean swear a blue streak and arch his body to push down onto them.

“Never would think that,” Clark whispered teasingly as he began twisting and thrusting his fingers into Dean’s hot body until Dean cried out.

“Enough! Enough! Get in me now or so help me I’ll do it myself!” Dean snarled as he reached a hand down for his reddened cock. He grunted as Clark’s hand intercepted his and laced with his fingers.

“You don’t get to come until I say so,” Clark murmured calmly and grinned as Dean shuddered in pleasure. He pulled his fingers out and moved himself between Dean’s thighs before coating his cock with the remaining lubricant that was on his fingers. “This stuff is great…still got so much left,” he moaned out as he thrust into his fist and tightened his fingers around Dean’s, which were gripping his fingers tightly in turn.

“Stop fucking your fist and fuck me!” Dean barked out and groaned as his head fell back. He bit his lip as Clark lifted his lower body easily with one hand while pinning his other hand over his head and pressing his cock into Dean’s body. Dean couldn’t help the whimper that escaped him as he was filled by Clark’s cock and he rolled his hips down to hurry up Clark’s progress.  He was all but thrumming with tension as he held still when Clark stopped moving and they both adjusted to each other. After a minute, he rolled his hips again, starting a slow rhythm that had Clark’s cock gliding in and out of him at a torturous pace.

Clark leaned in and wrapped his arm around Dean before sitting back and pulling Dean firmly onto his lap, which pushed him up into Dean farther and made Dean cry out in pleasure as he stroked Dean’s prostate. He grabbed Dean’s mouth in a heated kiss as they began to move together, rocking against each other as they clung tightly to the other. Their tongues dueled heatedly in mimicry of the motion their bodies were doing lower down, sliding together as they gasped for air from each other. Dean broke the kiss as he rolled his head before tucking it into Clark’s neck and panting steadily with each thrust their bodies did together. Dean’s soft pleas for more fueled Clark’s own need and soon he was pounding up into Dean and turning the pleas into screams of wordless pleasure.

It seemed to last forever and yet be over in a flash before Clark whispered the go ahead to Dean and they climaxed hard, shouting each other’s names as they came hard enough to nearly black out. Dean clung to Clark as he shuddered and gasped for air and felt the heated breath of his lover along his neck as Clark did the same with him while they came down from their high. After a bit, Clark laid them out on the bed while slipping out of Dean’s body and Dean turned onto his side in an open invitation for some spooning action. Clark pressed himself along Dean’s body as he leaned in and pressed a long kiss to Dean’s mouth while wrapping an arm around Dean’s middle and caressing his fingers through the sticky mess on Dean’s chest and abdomen. They lazily made out for a few minutes before Dean turned his head slowly away and nuzzled into Clark’s upper arm. Clark nestled his face into Dean’s hair and neck, just taking in his lover’s scent as they held each other tightly. “Never leave me again,” he finally whispered a few minutes later before placing a tender kiss behind Dean’s ear.

Dean laced his fingers with Clark’s fingers and tugged the long arm that was wrapped around his waist up so he could tuck it close to him. “We have our own destinies…but I’ll always come back to you,” he promised and smiled as he looked over his shoulder at Clark.

Smiling back before leaning in for another tender kiss, Clark murmured, “Ditto.” They both grinned in the kiss before deepening it briefly. They shifted until they were in a comfortable position, but Clark could tell that Dean was pondering just how it was he was alive. He nuzzled Dean’s neck again and squeezed the hand he was holding. “What is it?” he asked softly.

“How am I alive? I should be in Hell,” Dean answered quietly before looking over his shoulder at Clark questioningly. “Is Sammy ok?”

“Sam’s fine. He says hi by the way,” Clark replied with a grin as he tried to think of how to explain. “In all honesty, I’m not quite sure since I had left before Lex had managed to figure things out. But from what I remember of what they had told me before I brought you here is that they had used some amulet to make a copy of your soul to fool the contract while that amulet there took your soul into a safe place, making it look like you were dead. Then, after they somehow got rid of the demon from me, I brought you here, healed your body, and then transferred your soul back into your body,” he explained as he watched Dean, who was eyeing the nearby amulet warily.

“Was pretty risky. You guys kept it from me pretty good,” Dean murmured before turning his face into Clark’s arm again and nestling back into Clark’s hold. “M’just glad it worked.”

“Me too...me too,” Clark whispered happily as he placed a kiss to Dean’s head before moved back into place so that he was curled protectively around Dean. He smiled as he heard Dean’s breathing even out into sleep and was thankful that they had a future to look forward to, no matter what might happen.

TBC

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