Chapter Ten

Gentle sunlight in the early morning woke them the next day as it peeked through the curtains to touch their bodies in greeting. Sam grumbled as he stretched around Dean while the older brother just nuzzled into Sam’s neck before settling down again in sleep, which earned a drowsy smirk from Sam. They stayed that way for another ten minutes but then Sam found that he couldn’t stay asleep. He shifted in bed and gazed down at his brother, smiling proudly as he watched the sleeping features that had relaxed in the night from their sorrowful pinch.

The other night’s happenings drifted into his memories and his own eyes became shadowed with grief as he remembered watching their son being taken beneath the sea, away from them. His throat closed up and ached and his chest felt constricted with the loss, but he took a deep breath and worked to shake it off. He couldn’t let it hold him down because he needed to be strong for Dean. Dean had carried their child for the two months’ gestation within his body and would be feeling the separation more than Sam. He would have to make sure that Dean didn’t do anything stupid on their hunts because they had to make sure they returned to their children when it was done and over with.

With a smirk, Sam decided he knew how to wake his brother to a cheerful start. Very slowly, he began to inch his way under the covers until he was enveloped by the soft sheets. With a gentle push, he guided Dean to his back and stopped, listening intently to see if his brother had woken. When there was nothing more beyond a soft ‘Sammy, my Sammy,’ and the resumed deep breathing of Dean deeply asleep, Sam grinned and set to work. With light kisses, he moved down farther after spreading Dean’s legs so he could settle between them comfortably. He grinned as Dean shifted a bit, but when he didn’t do anything else, he resumed. He licked lightly at the scar that would forever mark his brother on the solar plexus and briefly wondered on if he would get the same thing when it was time. Shrugging aside the ponderings, he moved down towards where Dean’s leg and hip joined, which was a very responsive erogenous zone on his brother.

He avoided the still rather red scar that had given birth to their son and suckled on the now jutting hip bone now that Dean had lost the baby fat, moving his mouth in until he came to the crease between Dean’s leg and groin. A quiet moan showed that his actions were being noticed subtly, but he didn’t stop as he kissed and suckled on the very sensitive area on his brother. Nipping a path to the other side while avoiding the slowly rising to attention cock, he repeated his actions, using his large hands to pin the muscled thighs when they shifted inwards slightly. He let them move up and apart and he knew that Dean was waking unhurriedly, but he didn’t speed up. Instead, he bit a path to the part just next to Dean’s sac and lapped at the loose skin, grinning when a shudder of pleasure went through his brother’s body at that.

“S-Sammy?” Dean’s inquiry was slurred with sleep and the sheets shifted slightly over Sam as Dean struggled to move them. But Sam just pinned them down with a hand as he licked and then sucked the heavy sac into his mouth, rolling the twin balls in it in his mouth and earning groan from his brother as he tantalized the responsive skin. He continued playing with them, alternatively rolling them in his hand and his mouth before he nuzzled his way down to Dean’s entrance.

Carefully, he slid his hands under Dean’s thighs and pushed them up so that the sheets were tented around him and he flicked his tongue around the puckered entrance into his brother’s body. He inhaled the musky scent that was Dean before he touched the tip of his tongue to the quivering hole. He purred as he heard Dean’s muffled cry and moved closer in to place his mouth on the hole, sucking on it. The slender hips under his hands bucked hard and he nearly was hit for it, but he swiftly pinned his brother down with his hands as he continued to suck in-between licks.

After a bit, he worked his tongue into Dean and growled, sending the vibrations up his brother’s spine and causing Dean to shout in pleasure as his body grew taut. He pushed his tongue in and out and began fucking his brother that way, feeling an overpowering surge of dominance wash over him as Dean started rocking into his face in time to his tongue. He slipped one of his hands to where Dean’s cock was dripping on the rippling stomach and stroked it.

That was all it took for his brother as Dean came with a shout and his body arched into a sharp curve, his entire body shaking as he climaxed. Sam moaned in want as his tongue was squeezed rhythmically within his brother before he pulled away and crawled back up his brother’s body. He took a deep breath of the fresh air and was almost suffocated as Dean pounced onto him, kissing him hungrily even as Dean’s body shook with his release. The second part of Sam’s plan went out the window as Dean kicked off the sheets, straddled his little brother’s waist, and took Sam’s weeping cock into his body in one move.

This time it was Sam shouting and arching in pleasure, pushing deeper into Dean as the older brother set a vicious pace, bouncing rapidly on his brother before leaning down and kissing Sam again. Sam took the initiative then and grasped his brother’s ass, parting the tight cheeks as he began thrusting up rapidly, causing Dean to howl in pleasure and beg for more until they were both shaking so hard from their climaxes that they couldn’t move. Dean collapsed onto Sam’s chest as he gasped for air, his fingers finding Sam’s and threading with them unconsciously as they both worked to get under control once more.

When he had his breathing down to a tolerable level, Sam ran his hand down Dean’s spine, grinning as his brother arched into the touch like a cat. “Mornin’.”

“You just might spoil me if you keep doin’ that,” Dean mumbled as he grinned into Sam’s shoulder while nuzzling it. He tilted his head up and kissed Sam softly, deepening it after a bit before releasing his brother’s lips and touching them with a slim finger. “Thank you...”

Smiling in response, Sam kissed the finger before licking it. “You’re welcome...I enjoyed it,” he purred deeply, causing Dean to wiggle in pleasure as he grinned.

“I just bet. Now, want I should make breakfast?” Dean suggested as he got comfortable on top of his brother.

“Nah, let’s lay here for a while. I kinda like havin’ you on top of me,” Sam replied with a shrug as he resumed his caresses of Dean’s back.

“Maybe I should top you one of these times,” Dean suggested sleepily as he cuddled Sam.

Smirking thoughtfully as he put his brother to sleep, Sam gazed up at the ceiling. “Maybe,” he whispered to thin air. He dozed a bit here and there before sliding Dean to the side and slipping out of bed. He tucked Dean in after pulling the sheets back up from the floor where Dean had kicked them to before he headed into the kitchen. Putting on a blue and white frilly apron that said, ‘Kiss the chef for a good time’, he began pulling out eggs, milk, bacon, sausage, chocolate chips, apples, peaches, raspberries, and the pancake mix before starting his cooking. The past two months had brought out his home maker side and he had been responsible for a lot of the cooking, since Dean admitted to only being able to handle making Mac and cheese and maybe hot dogs. He had even burnt ramen, which was so amusing that Sam still chuckled at the thought.

Within an hour, the delicious smells of fruit pancakes and waffles floated throughout the house, waking Dean, who was salivating as the scents of bacon and sausage also mixed with the delectable aroma. He got up and pulled on some boxer briefs before heading down to the kitchen, where he found Sam humming along with the radio while flipping the eggs onto a plate and starting on the hash browns. He noted the plates of stacked waffles, pancakes, sausages, and bacon next to the still sizzling eggs. The table had been set already with the orange juice and milk as well as the plates and utensils. Silently, he went into the room and pulled out the syrup and butter and began heating the syrup up before putting the butter on the table as well. He then went behind Sam and caressed the pert ass that was peeking out from under the ridiculously frilly ties of the apron and chuckled when Sam laughed and glanced at him while stirring the hash browns. They leaned in close and kissed softly before parting and finishing the last bits of preparation, a routine that they’d both fallen into over the last couple of months.

Once the hash browns were finished, Sam poured them into a bowl before helping Dean carry the food to the table. Once the table was set, Dean pressed up to Sam and kissed his brother properly as he slid his hands up the frilly apron. “Keep the apron. I want to remember this,” he purred when they parted and Sam chuckled.

“Pervert,” Sam replied fondly as he slid his own hands down Dean’s boxer briefs to cup the tight ass he loved so much. They kissed again, tongues twining lazily before they parted to the sounds of their stomachs rumbling grumpily. Laughing, they sat down and began dishing up food, talking about the weather, what they should do once on the road, what chores they still had to do, but never about what had happened the other night.

When they were nearly done eating, Sam laced his fingers with Dean’s across the table and looked at his brother seriously. “Dean, no matter what, if things go south, you get out of there and go to our son, you hear?” he murmured gently and held tightly to his brother’s fingers when Dean sat up angrily.

“What do ya mean?! We’re both gonna make it, ya hear me!?” Dean shouted suddenly and Sam could feel the tremors in the fingers he held captive.

“I know that, Dean. But the demon’s been after me for a while. I want to know that you’ll be safe if-“

“There’s no fuckin’ ‘if’ there, Sammy! I don’t want to *ever* hear that out of you again! The sentimental crap stops!” Dean snarled as he pulled away from Sam’s strong grip and stood, knocking his chair down. He stomped into the living room, followed quickly by Sam as he began to pace in agitation. He avoided Sam’s reach for him as he walked steadily around the room much like he had while pregnant, only now for a different reason. He whirled around to face his brother as Sam stood in the center of the room, watching him worriedly. “I’ve lost enough, Sam...don’t fuckin' make me lose anymore, all right?” he hissed out as he panted for breath, glaring at his brother while fighting to keep his tears at bay. He wrapped his arms around his waist and turned away, then nearly melted as Sam came up behind him and embraced him with strong arms. “Sammy...my Sammy just don’t ever leave me. I don’t know what I’d do...” He stopped and bit his lip, cursing silently as he blinked rapidly on the tears that were threatening to spill.

“Shh, I know...don’t worry, I won’t leave on purpose and I’ll do my best to stay alive, just like you will. You and me...all the way,” Sam crooned as he rocked his brother while resting his chin on Dean’s head. Dean nodded mutely as he sniffled and they just stood silently in the middle of the living room, holding onto each other as they worked through all of the emotional let down that was crashing down onto them, but most especially Dean. After a few minutes, Sam loosened his hold and turned Dean around for a deep kiss, not just passionate, but also a wordless promise to be together through everything no matter what.

When they parted, Dean smiled up at Sam while cupping his brother’s cheek with a shaky hand. “All right, I’ll do laundry, you dust and vacuum, and then those weeds are toast, yea?” he stated gruffly as he wiped a hand over his face, almost embarrassed.

“Yea and then tomorrow we leave. Think you’re ready for that?” Sam asked with a half smile.

Shrugging, Dean took a deep breath as he looked over at nothing. “If we don’t finish, that ass-wipe demon will hurt more kids and families. We need to take him down now. No matter what it takes, but we try our damnedest to make it out and get back here, right?” he said firmly before looking up at Sam.

Nodding firmly as he smiled tightly, Sam cupped Dean’s cheek just as Dean had done for him. “Goin’ out together or go back to Johmar together...no matter what,” he responded. Dean nodded sharply before heading for the bedroom while Sam cleaned up from breakfast, setting the dishes in the dishwasher to clean.

They spent the rest of the day cleaning, straightening, and polishing up the house until it was better than when they had arrived. They slept on the couch in the living room after having packed up everything into the Impala, exhausted still from the day before. When morning dawned, they quickly finished up the leftovers from the other day and packed up what was left of the food for the road before calling their friend to tell him that they were leaving the house. With a final look around to make sure that they had everything along with locking in their memories of the place, they got into the car and drove off into the sunrise. It was time for some hunting.

<home>  <Previous  Next>