Craving

Dean leaned in very carefully, and kissed Sam's cheek, chuckling as he pulled back. "Satisfied?" Carlisle was right, he had turned into a fucking jokester.

"Sure....GRANDMA." Sam answered, looking out of the corner of his eye at Dean and shaking his head. "That's okay, I won't get the full movie experience, but that's fine," he muttered softly, before leaning sideways toward Dean, "You know that's what you bring a date to a movie for, right? And seeing as we aren't sitting in the last row, in the corner, I figure the whole blow job things out, so, " Sam held up his hands, "but hey, that's fine, granny. I'll watch a movie with you." Sam smirked, staring at the screen.

"Keep throwing those words around..." Dean warned, giving him a look that said he was affected. "... and I'll show you a scandalous grandma. Might even embarrass one Sam Winchester, cause see that woman there," he jutted his jaw, "she’s real tight with your great aunt." He was full of shit but hey, Sam deserved it.

Sam looked over toward the woman Dean indicated then back at him and shrugged, shaking his head with an amused frown. "Not worried about it, granny," he teased, reaching over to pat Dean's hand, "It's okay." Slouching down in his seat, he lay his head on the seat back. "Maybe one day I'll teach you what couples do when they go watch fireworks."

"Huh?" Licking his lips, Dean poked him. "What do they do?" He knew Sam was teasing him, but he couldn't help but ask, that's how his mind worked. "Sam?" he whispered urgently.

Sam had his elbow on the armrest and was leaning his mouth against his closed fist, using it to cover his laughter. Clearing his throat and pulling his hand away, he glanced at Dean, "Huh? Shshsh, movie's starting."

The movie suddenly held no interest as Dean kept waiting for an answer.

After a minute, Sam leaned toward Dean, "They see if they can make better fireworks of their own," he whispered, before straightening again and replacing his hand against his mouth.

"I knew that," he coughed, and watched the screen for a few moments, before whispering. "How?" Dean turned his head, biting his lip at the sight of Sam's knuckles grazing his mouth. "I should never have told you about the cat thing," he grumbled. Sam was definitely wagging something in front of him to get him to pounce.

Sam would have choked had he been drinking, instead a muffled snicker left him in a rush as his eyes widened and he slowly looked over at Dean. He only laughed harder at Dean's 'cat' comment. Shaking his head Sam looked back at the screen, slowly sobering. He licked his lips, small chuckles bubbling up out of him every so often. "One day, I'll show you."

"Whatever," he practically growled, looking back at the screen and only now realizing he had no idea what was going on in the movie. "Not that funny," he added, very aware of Sam's shaking shoulders, though he was trying to be quiet.

From that point on, Dean made an effort to concentrate, and while he wasn't completely unsuccessful, neither was he wholly following the film. Every little movement that Sam made drew his attention. At some point, Sam started to move his leg around, and Dean put his hand on his thigh, to stop him. Right... holy crap, one touch and all he wanted to do was drag Sam outside and make him show him what he meant.

The feel of Dean touching him had Sam to fighting the urge to touch Dean... in ways that would probably have Dean jumping out of the nearest window. Instead he only put his hand on Dean's, forcing himself to keep his eyes on the screen.

Dean moved his thumb, running it back and forth over the back of Sam's hand, slowly turning to look at him. Somewhere behind them, a couple was in a liplock. Then there were the thoughts rushing through people's heads. Some wanting more sex on the screen, some wondering if they'd get some from their dates, some looking at him and Sam and wondering 'which one is the girl.' He snorted at that. "Idiots."

Sam cleared his throat, shifting in his seat as he felt Dean's thumb running along the back of his hand. He knew that this, the small touch of affection, shouldn't be turning him on like it was. He tried to concentrate on the movie, not pay attention to the slow movement of Dean's skin on his. Hearing Dean mumble something, Sam glanced over at him and raised his brows, "Hmm?"

"Hmm?" He started to sway closer. Was it just him or was the crackle of electricity between them for real? "What?"

Sam turned his head, his full attention on Dean and no longer the movie as his eyes roamed over Dean’s facr. "I thought you... " he grinned, shook his head, "Nevermind."
He forced himself to look away, to tear his gaze away from Dean’s and look back at the movie, just in time to see fireworks filling the screen. Sam huffed, chuckling. Of course, it would be fireworks. Fireworks and he had to behave. Some cosmic force hated him apparently.

Dean didn't hesitate. "Show me." He had his hands out, just in case Sam forgot and made a sudden move, but curiosity ... a burning desire to know what Sam would do at a fireworks show... made him ask.

Sam looked quickly over at Dean, lips parted in shock at his request. Sam shook his head, glanced at the screen then looked back at Dean, "I can't..." he pressed his lips together, frowning thoughtfully and nodded. "Um, okay... some, I can do."

Hazel eyes intent on Dean's face, he slowly ran his fingertips down Dean's cheek, before threading them up into Dean's hair at the nape of his neck as he leaned in, his lips meeting Dean's a second after Sam closed his eyes. He licked a trail across Dean's lower lip, pressed his tongue and ran the tip of his tongue over the roof of Dean’s mouth, then his teeth, careful not to hit his fangs so Dean wouldn't worry. After his initial exploration, he plunged his tongue deeper, tangling with Dean's, before he sucked Dean's tongue into his mouth, moaning softly.

At first, Dean was tense, monitoring his own reactions closely, but then Sam deepened the kiss and drew him in. He couldn't think anymore as his tongue penetrated the moist heat of Sam's mouth. Fireworks blew up around them, and he didn't know if was on the screen or in his mind. All he knew was his mouth burned and pulsed, ached with the need to make the kiss last forever. His own hand snaked around the side of Sam's neck, holding him like Sam held him as their mouths moved furiously against each other.

Sam's free hand moved up the inside of Dean's jacket, running up Dean's side and around to caress his shirt covered chest, then lower. He sucked Dean's tongue, finally releasing it, only to follow it back into Dean's mouth, his tongue moving along every crevice, searching seeking, battling Dean's tongue.

Sam's hand on Dean's stomach suddenly pulled back, his fingers curling into a fist, before he let his hand drop onto Dean's shoulder, a small whimper leaving him only to be swallowed up in the kiss.

Dean knew he should break off, but for the life of him, Dean couldn’t, not yet. Leaning closer, he became a bit more aggressive, dragging Sam up against his solid chest so tight he heard him lose his breath. Lifting his head, he looked into Sam's eyes. "Fireworks... I think I have it." Slanting his mouth over Sam's, he started another round of heavy kissing, sliding his tongue in and out of Sam's mouth, branding him in the only semi-safe way he could. When he finally pulled away, his hand shook slightly. "We'd better stop... or I won't."

Sam was breathing like he'd just run laps around the football field, face flushed as he stared at Dean, for a moment breathing through parted lips. Finally, he nodded, and slowly moved to sit fully back in his seat again, making himself look at the screen, as his heart hammered in his chest and he licked his lips, still tasting Dean there. Squirming in his seat, reaching for his soda he shook it slightly side to side, then placed the straw in his mouth, sucking down the rest of what was left.

Making a frustrated sound, Dean sat back, still watching Sam. Fuck... just looking at his still parted mouth around the straw made him want to unzip his pants and push Sam's face down... feel that mouth wrapped around him. "Sam..." he sounded like he was in pain.

Sam bit his lip, turning his head to look over at Dean, one hand moving to lay on Dean's thigh, "You okay?"

"Yeah. Just... you know. Don't wanna stop." He rubbed the back of his neck. "If you hadn't met me, and knew what... what it would be like between us, would you have avoided the whole thing? Gone somewhere else, you think?" He wouldn't blame Sam if the answer were yes.

Sam raised an eyebrow. "If I hadn't met you, I'd have taken off to find my father by now. I'm known to do that when he dumps me off." Sam chuckled as he shrugged, "But, I did meet you," he shook his head, "And I don't want to go anywhere, ever. So yeah, even if I knew what this was going to be like from the beginning... if I had a rough idea that in addition to being a vampire there'd be a whole other lust issue, I wouldn’t care."

"Even with how hard this is, you would choose this?" A part of Dean couldn't believe that. "When you could have normal. When you wouldn't have to worry about your vampire boyfriend's moodswings, and whether he'd bite your finger off the next time you stuck your finger in his mouth? When you could fuck the way you want to, the way people were meant to... no barriers, no panic, no stopping?" He was getting worked up, he really should stop. Dean's hands bit into the arm rests as he tried to regain control.

Sam sighed as he turned more to face Dean, "Dean... I would choose you, yeah." Sam nodded. "As for normal, dude, my life is so far from normal, I don't even know what normal is anymore." he smirked slightly then. "The moodswings, I could do without," he gave a soft chuckle, then huffed and shook his head. "The stopping, starting, meh, makes it all the more hot when we do accomplish something doesn't it? Hell, who knew a kiss could be that hot!?"

The movie ended then and people started to leave, Sam glanced up as a few walked by them, then pulled to his feet himself, "And dude, you are so not the first vampire to drink my blood," Sam told him with a chuckle, as he offered Dean a hand up.

"What?!" This time, Dean's fingers closed around Sam's wrist in a vice-like grip. "Explain yourself. Now."

Sam frowned down at him, "What, what? I said, I've had my blood taken before. I told you, my dad and I hunted a few nests." Sam shrugged, "Guess who got to be bait."

"He let you..." Dean pressed his mouth together. He realized Sam meant the other sort of vampire, but they were deadly as well. "I don't like it, the thought of anyone else tasting your blood," he growled, getting up. "That's another thing on your list of ‘things not to do,' got that?" He shook his head, "no wonder you're not worried about bloodsuckers..."

Sam shook his head and sighed, "Yeah, I'll be sure to remember the next time Dracula sends for his pint of my blood." he rolled his eyes. "Dude, it wasn't like I said, 'hey drink me'!" Sam shrugged as he walked with Dean, "There was a nest, I was bait and well, I kinda got captured..." he glanced at Dean, "It actually wasn't suppose to go that way, but," he shrugged again, "it all worked out well. The cuts healed, I'm fine, all the vamps are dead, end of story." Sam chuckled at Dean's last remark, "Told ya you didn't scare me."

"Told you you scare me.." He wondered how many more of these stories Sam had stored up. "I'm glad that vampire's dead. Anyone, anything that touches you, hurts you, should be dead." Trevor came to his mind first, but then he recalled the sweet tangy taste of Sam in his own mouth, and looked down, shoving his hands into his pockets as they walked out into the parking lot.

Sam hung his head, huffed softly, as he thought of the demon. "Yeah, my dad's workin' on that." he mumbled softly, before reaching out and taking Dean's hand in his, smiling over at him, "New subject, let's talk about something else."

"Yeah... I was thinking, you might look good in armor." He squeezed Sam's hand, threading their fingers together. "But then you'd be covered with metal and I wouldn't get an eyeful now and then. Know what I'd like to do some time? I... ah... well I had another day dream when we were watching the movie." He leaned his back against his car, still holding onto Sam. "We took a shower together, and no... not in that tiny bathtub of yours."

Sam grinned and stepped up to Dean, their bodies nearly touching, "Yeah? And what else? Keep going. Don't stop now." Sam told him as he ran his free hand up Dean's arm, hazel gazing into green/gold.

"It wasn't very long. I..." Hunger blazed in Dean’s eyes. "Don't move," he whispered thickly, pushing Sam's shirt up, his breath catching at the sight of his chiseled abs. "This is what I did." Bending, he placed his open mouth over Sam's stomach and sucked, tasting him... feeling him with his tongue, feeling him shiver slightly.

Sam nodded, as he held still, hazel eyes following Dean's movements. As Dean bent, Sam looked down, watching him, a soft gasp passing through parted lips at the feel of Dean's open mouth against his bare stomach. Muscles under the surface of his skin rippled and flexed as Dean tormented him with his mouth and tongue. Sam couldn't help the shiver that ran through him as he tried to stand motionless for Dean, letting him do what he wanted.

"You told me you wanted me to go lower." Dean trailed his tongue down to Sam's waistband and moved his mouth back and forth from side to side. "It's better like this, than imagining it," he said, holding Sam's hips.

As Dean trailed his mouth lower, Sam sucked in a breath, his heart beating faster. Sam bit his lip, curling his hands into fists at his sides. His cock began to pulse, lengthen and become heavy as Dean moved his mouth back and forth at the waistband of his jeans. A stifled groan left Sam at Dean's words. Oh hell, yeah, this was a lot better than imagining it.


"Lower, you said. I was scared... worried, but..." Moving over Sam's jeans, Dean mouthed and kissed the now clearly visible ridge straining against the thick blue material, and looked up. I wouldn't take you in my mouth but I did this until you came. And I tasted you, like that night."

Sam stiffened, his breaths quickening. He pressed his lips together, waiting... watched as Dean looked up at him. Needing more. Another groan leaving him at the memory of Dean licking his come from his fingers.

Straightening, Dean brushed his mouth over Sam's. "Tell me what you're thinking."

Sam's eyes followed Dean's movements as he pulled up. He licked his lips and took in a ragged breath. "I - I was thinking if you stayed down there any longer, you might get to taste me now. I was thinking... that that was probably the most erotic thing I've ever seen or heard."

He slowly blew out a breath, unclenching his fists and ran a hand through his hair. Sam smiled at Dean, "I am so gonna get you back for that one."

"I hope so," Dean smiled. "So at least I got erotic down. Score!" Pumping his arm in the air, he unlocked the doors and opened Sam's before walking around to the driver's side. The wide smile never left his face.

Sam shook his head, grinning as he listened to and watched Dean. Folding himself into the car, Sam looked over at Dean as he slid behind the wheel. "Jerk."

Dean didn't argue, he was too happy.

* * *

They'd only been apart maybe fifteen minutes, but Dean had never felt as relieved as he did when he got to his room, turned his computer on and saw Sam on his bed, staring at his web cam. "If we keep this up, me keeping you from eating and sleeping, you're going to look more like one of us than us." Tossing his wallet onto the table, Dean sat down and smiled. "You'd still look hot."

Sam smiled into the web cam. "I'd blend in," he told him softly as he lay on his stomach on his bed, clad only in his boxers. He’d already removed his shoes, jeans, socks and shirt, undressing faster than he ever had in his life and had all but leapt onto the bed after turning on his computer, just waiting for Dean to show up.
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Dean pulled his shirt up over his head and dropped it next to him. "You still haven't introduced me to your aunt. Are you afraid of what she'd think?"

Sam smiled slightly and shook his head, "I don't care what anyone thinks. You wanna meet her? Next time you're over, after we finish goin' at it like monkey's, I'll take you downstairs and introduce you as the guy who keeps making my bed hit the wall."

After a moment, his smile fell and he pushed up, palms flat on the bed making his upper body rise, head tilted back, before he let it hang down, moving it slowly from one side to the other, eyes downcast.

Practically feeling Dean's eyes on him, he chuckled. "And before you ask, no, I'm not teasing you, I'm popping my back, or trying to." He rolled his shoulders forward, then back, grunted as his back finally popped and lowered himself back down onto the bed. "See? Better now. It's what I get for not training for weeks on end."

Dean groaned, unabashedly watching. "You're right... you should do something about that... like maybe some push ups," he waggled his brows. "And yeah, I'm leering. Can't help it when you're half naked."

Sam grinned at the webcam. "Half naked. You wanna see it all? Strip. Completely." he chuckled, "I mean YOU. You first, then I will."

"No." Dean licked his lips. "Just pull your shorts down part way down your ass. Then push ups." Yeah, he was already hard and horny, and once the image stuck in his head, he was just... just fucking obsessed by it. "I know... completely pervy, right?" Unable to quite smile, he started unzipping his jeans.

Sam quirked a brow at him, "You're serious? Push-ups?" he licked his lips, as he pushed up to sit back on his knees, nodding. "Okay, but I'm not just pushing down my boxers." Sam told him, as he pulled from the bed, thumbs tucked into the waistband. He slid them down, letting them drop onto the floor. "I'll take them off. If we're gonna do this, let's do it righ,." he looked down at the floor. "I dunno if you can see me if I do these on the floor." He looked over at the monitor, "Bed?" he asked, before climbing back onto the mattress and getting into position.

Transfixed, Dean nodded, relieved when he could see all of Sam. "This is like porn made-to-order. Go ahead."

Holding himself up, Sam raised his head and grinned at the camera. "My work-out obsessed boy friend," he muttered, shaking his head, before lowering himself into the first push up then pushing himself back to the position he had been in.

Watching Sam's tight ass lift up, seeing him brace his weight on those arms rippling with the strain of it, his cock clearly visible, Dean made another sound and shucked his jeans and shorts. "Not work out... you have no idea." He felt feverish, which was strange when he was usually cool. "See, I'm under you, and this time we're both naked. Skin to skin..." He moved his hand down between his legs to grasp his hardening cock. "Sam... more."

Sam's muscles tensed at the picture Dean was describing, he hung his head and bit his lip, closing his eyes. He could feel his cock stirring to life, lengthening and thickening, even as he continued the push-ups. He swore softly, lips parting as he lifted his head.
"You....have....no idea...how hard.... this is," Sam panted out, biting his lip again.

"How hard is it, Sam?" His fist moved up and down his shaft. "Tell me."

Sam licked his lips, let out a nervous chuckle. "Hard." He drew in a breath, "Thinking about you under me, about what we would be doing...." Sam groaned, the muscles in his arms shaking for a moment before he readjusted his hands, "Thinking about how you'd look, how you'd feel. The way you would touch me." He sucked in a ragged breath, "And...you want me... to work out." He shook his head, "You're right... you are gonna kill me."

"I dunno, Sam, sometimes I think it's the other way around. God... I need to feel you sliding over me. Need you to move harder over me, drive me crazy until I can't stand it and I grab your hips... your ass, and I drag you down and lift my hips," he did just that, lifted his hips for Sam to see.

Sam's body shuddered, as he looked at the monitor, lips parted as he breathed heavily, though his mini-workout was hardly the cause. Moving his body, up and down, shifting his weight, Sam ground is hips against air, where Dean would be if he were indeed there. "Dean... I can't..." His arms shook, as he dragged his gaze away, closed his eyes and bit his lip. "I can just imagine how you would feel under me, how good it would be. Imagine your hands on my ass, imagine our bodies crushed together, nothing between us..."

Sam's arms gave out and he collapsed onto the bed, hips grinding against the mattress. "I'd run my hands over you, where ever I could touch you, my mouth following after them, kissing and sucking, licking you." He gasped softly, hips gyrating against the empty bed.

"Oh God... oh fuck." Dean was already leaking pre-cum. He used it to lubricate his dick and moved his fist faster as he watched Sam fuck the mattress and imagined he was under him, imagined the growing friction between them. "Your mouth is so hot, every where it touches, I burn, I move with you... needing you everywhere. I'm so fucking hard for you Sam, if you only knew." He bit his lip as he concentrated on fucking his fist for a few strokes.

Sam continued to thrust his hips against the mattress hard, his hands reaching up above his head to grip the headboard. Dean's words sending heat through his system, pooling low in his stomach. Pulling one hand from the head board, Sam lifted a hip, his hand going under himself to hold onto the base of his cock, to keep from coming as he panted out his breaths. “Keep going,” he pleaded.

"I think I'd roll you on your back, and it would be my turn to kiss. I'd taste you again, your stomach... like in the parking lot earlier. I'd feel you shiver under my mouth, then I'd break. I'd want to fuck you so bad, I'd lift you up and press my cock against your hole.”

Slowly, Sam rolled over onto his back, his gaze on the monitor as he lay with his legs spread, one hand holding the base of his leaking cock, the other, he reached up and grabbed the head board again. Slowly, Sam started to stroke himself as he listened to Dean. He pressed his lips together, nodding his head. "Yeah, like the parking lot."

“I'd beg Sam, if I had to, I'd beg you to let me inside... to let me fuck you hard."

Sam made a choked whimpered sound, bit his lip before his head rolled, his breaths panting out. "You wouldn't... wouldn't have to beg... I'd be pressing back against you.... wanting you. Wanting to feel you." Sam swallowed, licked his lips as he looked back over at the monitor, "Do it, Dean. Fuck me hard."

"If you said that to me, I couldn't stop. Definitely wouldn't stop. I'd push inside you, trying to go slow, but God Sam, it's hard to go slow with you. You're so damned tight around me, squeezing me, and I can barely breath because I'm inside you Sam... inside you so deep it's like we're one." A deep groan welled up from the back of Dean's throat as he got closer to climaxing. He started to speak faster. "I'd pull your legs around my waist. Feel your heels digging into my back as I fucked you, but it wouldn't be enough. I'd put my arms under your back, hooking them over your shoulder so I could drag you close every time I pumped. Then I'd fuck you, really fuck you, until your bed dented your damned wall... and I wouldn't care if the whole world heard... because I need you that bad”

Sam was listening, thrusting into his fist hard and fast and picturing ever last detail of what Dean described. His muscles were strained, he was flushed all the way down his neck and was arched it back into the pillow. Knuckles whitening on the headboard, teeth clenched as he looked at the monitor. "Jesus yes, Dean." the words were a breathless whisper torn from deep in his throat.

Dean was thrusting so hard into his fist now it was hard to talk. "I really need to come. Can't... can't think anymore. Say my name."

His balls drawing up, heat that had swamped through him pooling hot in his belly, Sam was lost to coherent thought, muscles strained, back arched slightly off the bed. He panted out his breaths, "Dean..." barely audible, beathless, a plea. Then Sam's body jerked as he moved his hand off the headboard to grab the pillow next to him and shove it into his own face. "DEAN!" Even muffled it was a definite cry as Sam came hard and hot, spilling over his fist and onto his stomach.

Hearing his name, watching Sam fall apart, Dean exploded into his release. "I'm coming inside you Sammy, I keep coming, like it's never gonna end. I feel you wet and hot against my stomach, and I just keep going... keep going, until I collapse on top of you. Our lips touch, and I'm smiling because we did it, we did it."

Falling back against the back of the comfortable chaise, Dean took a deep breath, still watching Sam from under heavy lidded eyes. "I forgot to say 'I love you' in there somewhere."

Sam slowly released his death grip on the pillow smashed against his face, his hand falling back against the mattress weakly. He lay there, eyes closed, trying to catch his breath, not moving other than the rise and fall of his chest.

He chuckled, eyes slowly opening as he turned his head and looked at the monitor, "Oh well, that's good to know." He took a breath, "It's not just my body you're after," he teased, winking at the camera.

"Definitely after your body too. Definitely." He was silent for a few minutes as he cleaned up, then looked back into the camera. "That was almost real. Have I told you that you're a genius setting this stuff up?"

Sam had leaned over the side of his bed and was cleaning himself up using a tee he had dropped on the floor at one point or another. He paused and looked at the camera grinning, "Yeah? You like?" he chuckled, as he continued to clean up, "And you claim to not like surprises. You just never had me surprise you before."

Once he finished and tossed the tee into the hamper across the room, Sam lay back against the pillows and nodded. "Yeah, it was almost real." He sighed softly, tearing his gaze away, "We ever really do that, we might just kill each other," he muttered before looking back, "What a way to go though, huh?" he grinned, waggling his brows.

"Black comedy, there, dude." He pointed at Sam, but chuckled. "I think we'd need really sturdy furniture. Chrome, like your car," he teased. "And soundproofing... definitely soundproofing." Thinking about the way Sam shouted into his pillow put a definite smirk on Dean's face.

Sam quirked a brow, "Chrome? No dude, wrought iron. That stuff rocks." He shrugged, "And if we ever had a problem with spirits, I could just saw off a piece and use it to fight them off," he chuckled at that before his smile fell and he glared at Dean. "I was NOT that loud!"

"I've got delicate vampire ears," he touched them. "You were loud enough to break my eardrums. Not that I'm complaining. Just sayin... I'm pretty sure everyone heard," he looked around.

Sam's eyes widened and his mouth fell open. "They all heard!? Dude! What the hell are you doing to me!" he covered his face with a hand, before letting it drop, "I have to go to school with these people!"

He narrowed his eyes at Dean, "Yeah, I'll give you delicate vampire ears. I'll nip and lick at them until you’re the one screaming and begging for mercy. You jerk." he huffed.

"Can't wait." Laughing at Sam's discomfort, he shrugged. "I've been listening to all of them have sex for years... their turn. Not a big deal. Shouldn't you be tired from all the sexing?"

They talked for a while longer, mostly about all the parts of the movie they'd missed, trying to fill each other in. It was mostly hopeless since neither one of them had been concentrating. Dean told Sam that they'd have to sit apart the next time they went to the movies, which lead to another mock argument and threats. Eventually, he saw Sam's eyes start to get heavy and stopped talking, letting him fall asleep.

For a while, he watched Sam's face... so serene in sleep. He'd have to remember to ask whether he slept with his mouth open on purpose... just to torture his vampire lover. Yeah, that was real plausible, this being Sam. For someone who looked all innocent, the guy had a lot inside his sleeve.

Hours later, after Dean finished his part of the Romeo letters and drafted some articles, he started to hear the sounds of Sam thrashing around. The words coming from him were unintelligible, but it was clear he was having another nightmare. Dressing real fast, he grabbed a bag with some boxes in it and headed for Sam's.

*

Leaping through Sam’s window, Dean put the packages down. Of course Sam hadn't listened about keeping his windows closed, but right now it was convenient. Without hesitation, he moved to Sam’s bed, sliding his hand under the pillow to remove his pistol, before climbing in and pulling him into his arms. "Shshsh, dream about me, no more nightmares," he whispered softly, stroking Sam's back. "I'm right here, right here, Sammy."

The dream, the nightmare, like so many others, started out with his mother dying. Only he wasn't a baby. He was grown and was watching it happen, unable to do anything to stop it. And there he was, the yellow eyed demon, standing there as his mother died, a cruel smile on his face as his blood dripped into baby Sam's mouth, watching as his mother was held against the ceiling and bled from her stomach. Promises were made that he belonged to the demon, that he was 'special', 'chosen', and Sam could only shake his head, deny that it was true, that it could ever be true, even as fire began to burn within the room.

It was then that he heard him, very softly, his voicecoming from far off, like he was talking into a Dixie-cup. Dean's voice.

Sam struggled to reach him, to shake off the the nightmare that never left him alone, but it held him tight within it's grip, just as the demon held his mother.

Sam whimpered, his head thrashing, face contorting in sadness and despair, before finally opened his eyes and he sucked in a ragged breath. He stared at Dean for a few moments, before it registered what he was seeing. Slowly his eyes closed, a soft sigh escaping, as he huddled closer against Dean. "Another one." he murmured softly.

"Yeah." He hugged Sam tighter, "no more, okay? I'm here now. Nothing's getting through me to you. Nothing." Realizing he was on the verge of hurting Sam, he loosened his grip. "Safe... you're safe." Safe in the arms of a vampire, now there was a joke in there somewhere. Dean kissed Sam's temple, then let him rest.

Sam gave a harsh laugh, but said nothing. Could a vampire even one like Dean fight off a demon like 'Yellow Eyes'? He didn't think so, but he wasn't going to argue. Instead, he only nodded. "Okay. Don't...don't go, okay?" Sam asked him, one hand tightening around the sleeve of Dean's jacket.

Sam smiled softly, "Stay here and fight off my demon," he mused softly, not willing to tell just how literally he meant that, how he wished it could be true, that something could protect him from the demon that haunted him.

"Not going anywhere." Snuggling against the heat of Sam's body, Dean made the promise. How could he deny Sam? Especially when he was sleepy and vulnerable, there was no fucking way he'd leave him to fight his nightmares alone.

Sam slid back into sleep, peacefully this time, dozing in the arms of his vampire lover, content and feeling safe, if only for a little while, if only in a wish.

*

Dean looked up from the desk he was sitting at, finishing up his part of the project. The alarm had started to go and Sam was fighting off sleep to hit the snooze button, it looked like. "A bit more to the left," he drawled, "humans ..."

Sam sucked in a startled breath, his eyes opening and hand sliding under his pillow automatically as he looked over at Dean before he recognized him. Sighing softly, he reached back to turn off the alarm. "Good thing you took the gun out," he muttered, letting himself fall back against the mattress as he looked over at Dean, a small smile pulling at his lips. "Morning."

"Yeah, I wouldn't have wanted you to wake your great aunt with it." His eyes glinted with humor. "See I know I have a dangerous boyfriend and how to deal with that." He wanted Sam to wake the hell up and entertain him. "Come on sleepy head, you got lots of sleep last night. Man, you're like a furnace in bed... and I don't mean it that way."

Sam chuckled, throwing an arm over his eyes. "Ten more minutes." he licked his lips, "I'll skip bathing and everyone will know what we did last night," he said with a wide grin.

Dean made a show of sniffing the air. "You smell fine... like me."

Sam snickered softly, "You smell like cum too probably," he mumbled, rolling over. "I guess you're gonna keep talking, huh?" Sam asked as he sat up shaking his head. Pulling from the bed, he walked sleepily toward the bathroom, "Be out in a few minutes," he called over his shoulder. "After I fall back to sleep in the tub," he mumbled under his breath as he rubbed his eyes.

"No more sleeping, I'm all out of shit to do." Pushing off the chair, Dean stretched and looked out the window, a smile forming on his lips as he waited. Sam couldn't be that sleepy.

Inside the bathroom, Sam sleepily looked in the mirror and after brushing his teeth, splashed his face with cool water. Reaching for the towel he dried off and started his morning routine, which after a few moments included getting his shorts off and turning on the water in the tub to fill it.

Turning toward the tub to do just that, Sam eyes widened. What the hell....? Okay, that was NOT there last night. He knew that. So, when did...? Turning his head to look toward the closed bathroom door, Sam grinned. No way. His vampire boyfriend installed showers?

Reaching out, Sam opened the bathroom door. Leaning his stomach against the door frame he smiled at Dean, "So, at what point in being a vampire do you all take plumbing classes? Is that a required course? Or do just the ones who plan on having boyfriends with only tubs in their bathrooms take them?" he asked, brow quirked.

"Had nothing better to do," Dean gave a half shrug. "Besides, there's no way you and I would EVER fit in that tub sitting, but standing up... maybe." Remembering how he'd kissed Sam's stomach as he gave him the blow by blow of his daydream, Dean felt a warm flush steal through his system. It wasn't helping any that Sam was standing there naked, either.

Sam smiled at him, "Thank you." he licked his lips and glanced back over his shoulder at his new shower before looking at Dean again, "You wanna try it out with me?" he asked, hazel eyes raked over Dean's form. "I'll let you wash me...any where you want to," he offered, waggling his eyebrows. "If you say no to that, either I'm losing my touch and I'm not near as hot as you claim or you are much stronger than you think you are, seeing as I'm standing here naked."

"You're really evil." Dean walked over and kissed him lightly, not touching his tempting as hell flesh. "And there isn't enough time, but I'll... dry you, when you come out." He didn't stay in the room though, he followed Sam into the bathroom and sat on the closed toilet seat. Through the clear shower curtains, he could see Sam wash up. "Just think of it as 'live web cam,'" Dean grinned and waved Sam inside.

Sam smirked at him, "You and that webcam. I've become your personal porn star, haven't I?" he shook his head as he stepped inside the tub and started to wash, letting his hands linger in certain areas longer than necessary as he watched Dean watch him through hooded eyes. Finally he reached for the shampoo and started washing his hair. "Well, if I ever need some fast cash, I know what job to look into," he chuckled as he tilted his head back to rinse his hair, eyes closed, lips parted.

"Fine... but I better be your only customer," Dean growled lightly, transfixed by Sam's every move. Every time he wanted to tell Sam to do something, soap himself slower, it was as if Sam read his mind and no words had to be exchanged. He leaned back as Sam reached up to wash his hair, and he got a full length view from the side. The curve of Sam's ass, his long legs, his cock jutting out only slightly. One touch, and Dean knew he'd be hard... so fucking hard for him. His gaze traveled back to Sam's face, lingering on his parted lips and the column of his throat as he rinsed.

Bring his head down, Sam stepped forward and pushed his hair back from his face. He reached to turn off the water now that he had finished washing and slid open the curtain, grabbing the towel he dried his hair with it, before looking up again. "I believe the rest of the job is yours." he told Dean, holding the damp towel out to him as he stood in the tub, water dripping down his naked body.

Dean cleared his throat and took the towel. Threading it behind Sam, he pulled slightly, bring Sam's steaming body closer as he dried his back. His jaw tightened when he reached Sam's ass and moved the towel over it, parting his cheeks to dry him.

Sam stood, hands at his sides a grin on his face as his eyes locked on Dean's, watching him as he dried his back, moving the towel downward. Sam quirked a brow at him as he lingered at drying his ass. Licked his lips and tore his eyes away from Dean's face, looking away.

Dean couldn't help it, couldn't fight the rush of need flooding him. "Don't move." Inching forward, he licked water droplets off Sam's chest, dragging his tongue downward as he bent to dry the back of Sam's thighs.

Sam looked up again as Dean spoke, stepped forward, his breath catching as Dean started to lick his chest and downward. Hands curled into fists as he tilted his head back, looking up at the ceiling, biting his lip. "There is no possible way." Sam muttered softly, "No way."

"Find a way, I do it every day... every hour..." The rest was muffled as Dean pressed his mouth down over Sam's stomach, feeling him shudder and squirm slightly. Using both hands, he brought the towel between Sam's ankles, and started to dry his way upwards, sucking harder as he passed the inner part of his knees.

Sam swallowed hard, his breath's shaky, ragged as his body responded to Dean's mouth on his stomach, shuddering involuntarily. He shifted his weight, cleared his throat nervously. Blowing out a breath, Sam shook his head, "No," his voice was husky, soft. "I mean, there's no way you're a virgin. No way, you don't know exactly what you're doing to me," he swallowed again, licked his lips.

"Oh." Dean looked down for a moment and brought the towel up to dry the front of Sam's thighs. "In theory I know you'd like it if I went lower, if my mouth was on you instead of this ..." He used the towel to dry Sam's cock, allowing only his thumb to touch skin. Even that was too much. Groaning, he laid a hard kiss right below Sam's belly button and abruptly stood. "I used to only have to worry about blood lust."

Dropping the towel onto the sink, he walked out into the bigger room, seeking the safety of his corner at the chair near the window.

Stepping out of the tub and half aroused, Sam reached for his clean boxers and slid them on, before bracing his hands on the counter of the sink, head bowed for a moment. With a deep breath, Sam he pushed away and walked into his bedroom. "Just blood lust, huh? And now you want my body?" Sam asked him with a grin as he teasingly rubbed his hands up his sides before bending to reach for the bottom drawer of his dresser and his jeans inside.

"Probably best if I just settled for your soul, hmm? It would make everything easier." There was no greater truth but Dean was a realist, and there was no fucking way he could stop touching and stealing little bits of heaven even if it left him tortured with need. Like now, when he was bending over, "Jesus, Sam," he tried to drag his gaze away.

Pausing with a pair of Jeans in hand, Sam placed his other hand against the dresser drawer and closed his eyes. He didn't say that. Dean didn't just say soul. Slowly, Sam opened his eyes and looked back just as Dean whined at him.

He pulled up to his full height, frown still on his face as he looked at Dean. "Don't say that. Not even in joking, okay?" Sam shook his head as he pulled on one pant leg. "You wouldn't want my soul anyway," he muttered as he finished pulling his jeans on and fastened them, turning to grab a tee. A tight light green one that brought out the hazel of his eyes, and pulled it over his head.

"Say what? Why?" For the life of him, Dean didn't know what he'd said wrong. "You don't think Romeo wanted Juliet body and soul? Damn, I might have to rewrite again," he started to reach for the stack of homework he'd done and left for Sam on the table.

Sam reached out, grabbing Dean's wrist. "No, I'm sure that it's... " he sighed, closed his eyes briefly before looking at him again, "I'm sure that Romeo did want Juliet, body and soul." he released Dean's wrist, turned to step over to his bed, grabbing his socks.
"She's not me though," he said with a sigh, as he sat down, put his socks on, once he finished, he looked back at Dean, "And you definitely don't want my soul. You can have my body all you want and you already have my heart," he shook his head, "Don't ask for my soul though, it's not worth asking for," Sam told him as he grabbed his shoes.

"Sam, I'm sure you have a perfect soul. I'll bet it shines bright in the sun, since you like sparkly things," he would have laughed if Sam didn't look so damned serious. "Edward thinks we don't have souls, or we're damned. I think like Carlisle... everyone is judged separately. The bar moves up and down depending on what you're faced with, what burdens you're given." He gave Sam a piercing stare, waiting on an explanation.

Finished putting on his shoes, Sam pulled to his feet. "Well, I hope you're right for your sake," he gave Dean a forced smile then looked over at th night stand then his dresser then his desk. "Me, I know where I'm going when I die," he frowned, "Where's my damn wallet?"

"Am I gonna have to beg?" Giving him a piercing stare, Dean walked up to him and handed him the wallet he'd left on the table. "Tell me why you think that."

Sam nodded and smiled at Dean, taking his wallet and tucking it into his back pocket, "Thanks. And murderers go to hell, Dean. I've killed a hell of a lot more than you, and I didn't do it to eat, to survive. I killed because they were what I saw as evil." he shrugged, "But what if I was wrong? What if they were like you? What if it was just what I thought?"

"I think you're wrong about yourself. But if you're right, maybe we're both damned. You don't think vampires hunt and kill for sport? Cat... remember." He could tell from the Sam's expression that this wasn't the time to talk. Besides, Carlisle was a helluva lot better than him when it came to this kind of stuff. Maybe one day he'd get them together on it.

Sam sighed as he looked at Dean, "I doubt you'd go to hell, Dean. I think it takes someone much worse than you. I have... other reasons. I'll tell you about them someday, maybe..." Sam said as he turned and headed for his room door and out, heading down the stairs.

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