Carry On My Wayward Son

 

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Chapter 21

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Choose they croon the Ancient Ones

the time has come again

choose now, they croon

-The Ghost Song

-The Doors

 

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Sitting on the sofa, arms draped over the back of it, Dean's head was lolled against the cushions, eyes shut as he groaned. Naked, his clothes were in a pile on the floor beside him, while his evil incarnate brother was riding him into the piece of furniture.

 

It had been a couple days since the phone call with Bobby and Cas. The storm had let up the day before, allowing the plow to go through, so they had gone into town earlier. Of course, they had stopped at the store to pick up things that were needed. Since Sam lived alone, he usually only bought enough food and other supplies for himself. With Dean there, they were running low so a grocery run was in order.

 

It had all gone fine, honestly, they had a great time going through to pick out what they wanted as they didn't know how long Dean would be staying, especially since the older brother didn't often get things like a home cooked meal. It had all gone well until they went to check out. The woman that had helped them when Dean came in with Sam the day before was there and, to the older Winchester, it seemed that Sammy was a little too friendly with her. That he hadn't liked so the first stirrings of jealousy were there until her husband joined them and introduced himself. Then he had felt stupid over the whole thing. As she was the medicine man's daughter, Sam just had a good relationship with her was all, having encountered her quite a bit since moving onto the reservation. That's where the familiarity had come from. Once learning all that, he felt nothing but sheepish over the feelings that had been brought up and more than slightly stunned that they had been there in the first place as he wasn't one to give a shit most times. After that, he had gotten quiet, pondering where it came from and the why behind it. When they got to Sam's place, though, his brother had brought up the topic of why he was being quiet and that's when the whole thing started.

 

At first, Sammy was incredulous that Dean would even think he would flirt with him around because of the agreement that they had made. Then he was slightly angry over it. It took him some serious talking to wiggle around enough to cool the anger over it. There was also the admission that he had read the signals wrong. Honestly, the last person in the world that would ever cheat was Sam and Dean knew it, admitting that to his brother. Along with all that, there came the slight groveling over the fact that he would even consider that Sam would do such a thing. No, he didn't normally do that but Sammy was pissed at him, rightfully so, quite frankly, and it was his fault so this was called for. Then, that had progressed into Sam starting to find amusement from Dean's anguish. Now, come on, that just wasn't right! Though, the more Sam talked, the more Dean could see the humor in it and would have found such if it was anyone but him on the end of it. He wasn't going to admit that, though. Finally, Sam proved, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that he was, indeed, a Winchester by the fact the he fully planned to exact revenge upon his brother for even thinking that he might be flirting with him around. Yes, he said, he could understand that if people knew they were brothers and there were questions as to whether or not something might be going on between them that was less than brotherly in nature or he was trying to get some info out of someone. But this wasn't the case, so Dean had to pay.

 

So, that left Dean in the position he was now; naked, aroused and wanting to touch his brother but not being allowed. Though Sammy was clear he wasn't the top in things, that didn't mean his evil little brother couldn't torture the living shit out of him, because he was doing so! First, there had been a blowjob that about made his brain melt then ooze out of his ears. Then came something he had heard of but have never experienced before; rimming.

 

Honestly, he hadn't thought he would like such a thing, as the thought of someone licking his asshole was rather distasteful to him but, wow, damn, the sensations were mind-blowing! By the time Sam's talented tongue, something he was being to wonder about and just where he leaned such things, but knew better than to ask, was done, his cock was at full mast, throbbing madly and screaming for release but the evil one named Sam wasn't about to allow that. Nope, he decided that he needed to learn his lesson better. That's when the evil shit started at his ankles and licked his way up his body to his neck. Once there, he found a spot that Dean hadn't even known existed and began to nibble on it, making the older Winchester brother squirm all over the place, skin prickle as well as his cock that was so hard it was starting to ache and jerk in time with his heartbeat. But he wasn't done there. Oh no, the torture had continued on!

 

Once he was squirming all over the place, on the verge of just flipping Sammy onto his back or bending him over the arm of the sofa and diving in, the fucker stopped. Stopped. Completely stopped and backed off. Ready to howl in outrage, his mouth had snapped shut quickly when his brother started doing a slow striptease. Though that hadn't done much for his aching cock except, maybe, make it worse, he was entranced by what he saw, eyes glued to Sam's body as it came into view. That, in and of itself, was pure torture to see but not be allowed to touch. Sam made it a point of telling him once more not to move. Oh, he was going to get revenge for that! Then, to make matters worse, Sam sprawled back on the coffee table, legs spread to where there was no way he could miss what his little brother was going to do, and began to prepare himself.

 

Alright, Dean would admit that once Sammy started fucking his ass with his fingers, his eyes were glued to it. It was far better seeing it in person than it was over the cam. Hell, there was very little you missed in the proximity he was to the act. Licking his lips, he shuddered violently as Sammy stretched himself, loving the sounds he was making. By the time he was doing that, his cock was throbbing so hard it was starting to hurt and his balls were screaming for some kind of release. But he ignored it the best he could, figuring that his brother, though torturing him, was going to make it worth it. And, he was right.

 

Once he finished, Sam's own cock was as hard as Dean's and leaking steady drops of pre-cum. Panting heavily, the younger Winchester gave his older brother a hot look then eased himself up onto the couch, straddling Dean. After another look shot his direction and a warning to keep his hands right where they were, Sam lowered himself down on Dean's cock then began to ride him. Grinding down on his brother's cock, making sure it was embedded in his ass as far as he could get it, Sam's eyes slid shut, his fingers digging into the back of the couch where he was holding on.

 

Alright, it was official, Dean was ready to explode! But Sam, the devious one, wasn't going to allow that. It seemed that his little brother had enough experience with men that, whenever he was on the verge and the sensations were just right, he would switch to something else, making it to where Dean would cool off slightly. Fucking hell, it was driving him apeshit! Honestly, though, it was damned amazing as well. He couldn't remember feeling this aroused, ever, nor tormented in such a way. Normally, his sexual encounters were of a quicker variety. At the most, an all nighter or over a weekend was as far as it went. It wasn't enough time to actually do something like this or know someone like he did Sam to be able to push as many buttons. Nor was it like Sam was just tormenting him for the sake of doing so. He was going about it in such a way that Dean was deriving as much pleasure from the whole thing as he was. Just frustrating him while doing so was all. Along with that, he was certain, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that Sam was going to make sure that when he did come, it was going to be mind-blowing. Somewhere in him, Dean liked that. It also meant that he was going to let the evil one continue on with what he was doing rather than try to take charge. He wanted to see where it was going.

 

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Though Sam was loving what he was doing to his brother as well as the reaction he was getting from him, the fact was that he was so turned on by it he felt almost out of control. Really, he hadn't expected Dean to let it go on for as long as it had. As he was so dominant in things, it was his expectation that he would have been on his back by now, being pounded into some surface. But it seemed his brother was enjoying what was going on thus allowing it to continue. Now, Sam thought it might be even more of a challenge to see just how far he could push his brother before that did happen. It would also be something that he was certain would be quite pleasurable. With that in mind, he began.

 

Grinding down on his brother, gasping while he did, he clenched around the cock that was buried deep in his ass, moving slightly but not much. Gasping and moaning softly, he reached down and began to stroke his own cock. Like he was sure was the issue with Dean by this point, he was so hard and aroused that it was starting to ache.

 

The second his hand touched his over-heated, sensitive flesh, he let out a loud groan, fighting the urge to stroke himself to completion. It wouldn't take long, he knew that, but he wanted to keep going as he was. He didn't though. What was more satisfying was what he was doing. If he let it go on, he was sure that, in the end, the completion he would find would be far more explosive and satisfying. So, he slowed his hand down, making certain that he wasn't doing it in such a way as to bring about his end, only heightening the sensations that were wracking his body.

 

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When Sam's ass started to grind on his cock then seize around it, Dean was at the end of his rope. He just flat out couldn't take any more of it. It was an intense sensation that was pleasurable. Beyond a shadow of a doubt it was that. The problem, though, came in with the fact that it wasn't enough to send him over the edge into an orgasm. It just seemed to fuel what was already there higher, making it feel almost torturous. There had been, all along, that sort of pleasure/pain mix with this but it was now pushing more towards the pain angle, something he was at the limit with, so it was time to do something about it.

 

Showing his hunter's quick reflexes, he snagged Sammy around the waist, twisted them around then pushed his ginormous baby brother onto his back on the sofa without letting his cock slip out of Sam's ass while he did it. Instantly, his mouth crushed down on his brother's as he began to pound into him good and hard. Lifting himself up onto his hands after another searing kiss, he looked down at his brother. Hissing through clenched teeth as he pounded into Sammy as hard as he could, part of his brain was screaming at him that he was probably doing it too hard but, as aroused as he was, he didn't heed that part, ignoring it then shoving it aside. As it was, from the sounds Sammy was making, it didn't sound like he was in any kind of pain, but loving the hell out of the rough treatment.

 

Seeing his brother jerking on his own cock, Dean shoved his hand away then started doing it for him. Not missing a stroke as he fucked Sam's ass, he stroked his brother's cock the way he, by now, had seen that he favored. As it was, he was on the verge of exploding but wanted his brother to get off as close to his own completion as he could manage. Grinding into Sam's ass, he snarled, “Cum for me, Sammy!”

 

Arching up, hissing through clenched teeth, Sam ground down on Dean's cock, shifting until the way his brother was plowing into him rubbed right across the sweet spot. After a couple strokes like that, the younger Winchester was done for. Letting out what could only be termed a howl of pure pleasure, he came, splattering both of them with his cum.

 

Feeling Sammy's ass clench and seize around him, Dean couldn't hold out any longer. Throwing his head back, he groaned loudly then came, shooting his load deep into his brother's still spasming ass.

 

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A half an hour later, both men were sprawled on the sofa, entangled, still naked and dozing. On both ends, the completion had been a powerful one so it had left them too tired to do much else, let alone get up and move or get dressed. Sam has just grabbed the afghan that was always draped over the back of it, tossed it over them then found a comfortable position and slipped off. Just as Dean was about to slip into something deeper than a doze, what it sounded like Sam had already done, his cell rang. Opening one bleary eye, Dean glared at it. He was, as one would expect, tempted to ignore it but, since the ringtone told him it was Bobby, he felt that it was probably something he better answer.

 

Groaning at having to move, he then did his best to shift around and untangle himself without waking the sleeping Sam then grab the thing. Hitting the talk button, he grouched out a, “Yeah, Bobby?”

 

Tone suspicious at the way the older brother sounded, Bobby asked, “Something wrong, Dean?”

 

“Naw, was just taking a nap is all,” Dean mumbled, trying to ease himself off the sofa so that Sam wouldn't wake. Just because he had to be up didn't mean his brother did as well. Grabbing his clothes off the floor, he trudged to the bedroom to get dressed since it was a bit chilly in the place if you had nothing on.

 

Nodding, relieved, Bobby glanced at the two angels in his living room then cleared his throat before saying, “Look, Dean, we've found a way to work with that damned binding but it's complicated.”

 

After tugging his jeans up and fastening them, Dean sat on the bed and grinned, “You did? Great! How do we do it, Bobby? What do we need? Just tell me and I'm on it!”

 

Scrubbing a hand over his face, the old hunter sighed, “It ain't that easy, Dean. We can't do it from what I understand, like Cas said before. It has to be someone else. And there are some... balls, there are some screwed up things to go with it in order to manage.”

 

Frowning, Dean looked at the floor as he tugged his socks on, “Alright. I didn't think it would be easy and I assumed there was something friggin' weird to go with it. But we gotta do what we gotta do. I assume you have someone that can do it?”

 

Glancing at Gabriel, who had a lopsided grin on his face, something that was telling Bobby he was probably up to something rotten, the old hunter sighed then nodded before saying, “Yeah, Cas found someone willing. You aren't going to like who it is, but it'll work. Before we can do that, though, we need to meet. Things have to be worked out first, Dean. Then we can get on it.”

 

“Where and when, Bobby? Whatever it takes, you know that!” Dean told him after sitting the phone down to get his shirt on.

 

Groaning, the old hunter said, “Dean, don't get your hopes up with this. The conditions are something I'm not sure we can fulfill, alright?” Stopping, he waited for an affirmative from the other end then pushed on, “You dug out yet or still snowed in?”

 

“We're good. Went into town today, as a matter of fact.” Dean told him, standing back up to wander into the kitchen to find something to drink. “Still cold as hell but no more snow coming.”

 

Nodding, Bobby gruffed, “Good. I need you to meet me just outside the reservation entrance. Sam needs to stay right where he is as a precaution but you need to be there.” Quickly, the old hunter gave him directions to a small place they had agreed upon before he called.

 

After grabbing a beer out of the 'fridge, Dean quickly wrote the directions down on a small pad Sam had stuck to it. “Got it! Just tell me when.”

 

“As soon as you can get there,” Bobby sighed, trying to keep an eye on Gabriel the best he could. He didn't trust the faux-Trickster any further than he could punt a tow truck.

 

Dean's eyes widened at that, wondering how in the hell Bobby would manage it then he remembered Cas was helping in things and it made sense. Nodding, he replied, “Gotcha. I'll get my ass moving.” After a brief goodbye, he hung up then went to tell Sam the good news.

 

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Dean pulled the Impala up by Bobby's old beater then just sat there, staring, unbelieving at who was gathered. Cas and Bobby he expected but the Trickster? What the hell was he doing there? More to the point, he didn't trust him at all. Sammy had, of course, inked him up pretty good with protection and made sure his baby was as well before he left but that was meant to ward off the two sides of the pissing contest, not Loki. Nor did he know if it would work on someone like him. Shaking his head, he was going to trust Bobby and go with that, not questioning yet. Anything he wanted to know would either be explained or he would ask once he was caught up with what they wanted.

 

Stepping out of the car, he walked over to join Bobby, making sure not to break the lines on the protection that was laid down in the snow. After shooting the Trickster a wary glance he nodded to Bobby and Cas then said, “Alright, lay it on me. What do we have to do to break the thing.”

 

Sighing, Bobby scrubbed a hand over his face then said, “I never said it could be broken, Dean. Just that we have a way to work with it.” Nodding to Cas, he motioned for the angel to explain what they found out and just how to go about transferring the binding.

 

As Dean listened, his heart sank. Then, on the heels of that, he realized he was damned glad Sam wasn't there. For once, Sammy hadn't argued about coming, knowing it was safer for him to stay put rather than risk another jaunt off the reservation after what happened last time. Right now, Sam being there would be nothing but a detriment to the whole discussion since he would argue everything about it while trying to find another solution that didn't put someone else in this kind of position. For now, it was best to get the basics in place then call Sam in to it and let him decide what he was going to do. He would be, after all, the final say in the matter since it was his life they were talking about altering forever.

 

Looking down at the ground, he tried to process what he was being told, liking it less and less with each sentence Cas uttered. When the angel was done, he held up his hand, letting them know he needed time then thought it over. He didn't like this, not at all. Nor did it, from the sound of what was said, appear that there was something more than just transferring it to someone else that could be done. This sounded like the only shot left in the gun to take. It wasn't a good one but sounded like it had to be done as there was no way around it. If Cas was right and the binding was there, partially activated by Ruby, Sam would start suffering soon then probably put himself back in the game because of that. No, he couldn't let that happen. If this was the only way, they would do it.

 

After thinking it through, he said, voice firm, “Go for it. Transfer it to me. He'll be safe that way.” He understood what Cas had explained about the conditions of it, what it entailed, but wasn't going to chance that it be done to someone who might use his brother for their own means. Nor, really, beyond Bobby, would he trust anyone that volunteered since he wouldn't ever know what kind of agenda they had for it or if the power it could give them over his brother would be something that would go to their head. And he wasn't about to foist something like that on someone else if he wasn't willing to do it himself. Besides, with the relationship he now had with his brother, it wouldn't be that much of a hardship. After all, he had already agreed to something similar. He just wasn't going to tell any of those assembled that was all.

 

“Dean, boy, I don't think you understand the ramifications of this,” Bobby sighed, rubbing a weary hand across his face. “Once it's done, you are tied forever. Sex will have to be involved. You're his brother. No way you can do this. All hunters might be screwed up, but we aren't that screwed up.”

 

Straightening up, Dean firmed his jaw then said, “I get that, Bobby. And, yeah, Sammy's my brother. I understand what's involved and I'm not going to ask someone else to take something like this on if I’m not willing to do it myself! Hell, other than you, there's no one I would trust that could have that much control over Sammy. What do I do? This is the only way that I can see!”

 

“Look, boy, I know you two have a screwed up relationship, but there is no way I'm gonna to stand by and let you screw it up more by doing this,” Bobby huffed. “I'll do it. They can bind Sam to me.” No, that wasn't something Bobby wanted to do nor would he really like it because of what it entailed. He also suspected, because of the sex angle, that Sam would like it even less. But, if push came to shove, he would do it to protect the boy. That way they were all sure that he couldn't be jerked around by both sides of this damned pissing contest. So, yeah, he would do it.

 

Shaking his head, Dean replied, “No, Bobby. I won't let you. You've done more for us since we've known you than anyone else so I won't let you do this one and have you bound to Sam for the rest of your life in such a way.”

 

Before the old hunter could reply and argue, something that looked like it was coming, Cas said, quietly, “Binding him to Dean could work very well, in more than one way.”

 

Rounding on the angel, Bobby glowered at him, “Do you know what you're suggesting they do, Cas? That's not only incest but Dean is well known for his love of the ladies. If he did that, Sam would be suffering!”

 

Nodding in agreement, Cas replied, tone deadpan as always, “I understand that. Dean, too, would suffer if he cheated. But, if Dean is the one we transfer the binding to, it will take him out of the hands of Heaven as well.”

 

“How would it do that?” Bobby asked curiously, glancing at the older Winchester boy. He was willing to at least hear what Cas had to say though he was going to fight it every step of the way before he allowed Dean to do something like that.

 

“He would be bound to Sam so that would negate any hold that Heaven has over him and make him worthless as Michael's vessel as Sam's pull to him could override anything Michael tried, making it to where, even if Dean did consent to being the vessel, the link to Sam would allow Dean to have enough power to keep Michael at bay if he chose. It's doubtful that Michael would even try as Dean would also be considered tainted because he is forever bound to someone that has demon blood. That won't work for a vessel in something like this.”

 

Thinking that over, Bobby could see how that would work. But it still didn't feel right with the taboo of just what kind of relationship the boys would have to do so. That was just the kind of line that, no matter how many of society's rules hunters broke, they would cross. He was about to open his mouth to run down the litany of protests over the situation, giving reasons it shouldn't be allowed, when, for the first time in the whole conversation, Gabriel chimed in.

 

“For once, listen to the jerk, Bobby,” Gabriel said quietly, folding his arms over his chest.

 

Rounding on him, Dean shot the being he knew as the Trickster, one that had caused him all manner of problems, and whom he vowed revenge on after the repeated deaths the one time, a lethal look then snapped, “What are you even doing here? This doesn't concern you!”

 

“He's not what he seems, Dean,” Bobby told him in a soothing manner. “And we need him to accomplish this.”



“That's right, chuckles, you need me!” Gabriel grinned.

 

“Alright, just who the hell is he?” Dean snarled, looking at Cas and Bobby. If this idiot had to be here, fine, he would accept that. But he didn't want to have to put up with him if he didn't have to! From their encounters in the past, he was well aware he was nothing but a jerk that did whatever it was he did for his own amusement.

 

Quickly, Cas explained to Dean who he was then added, “He's the only one with the power to do the binding, Dean. I can't risk going to any other being that has this kind of power from the heavenly faction. I won't even consider going to the demonic one looking for someone to try it.”

 

Not liking the situation, but accepting it, Dean nodded but shot the archangel a glare.

 

Eyeing the archangel that he didn't trust at all, Bobby snarled, “Tell me why I should listen to this harebrained scheme? It's not right and you know it!”

 

“Yeah, in most cases it's a big no-no, I know that. But this one is, rather, an exception to the rules. Putting all of this together with something the winged assmonkey over there said,” he jerked his thumb at Cas then continued, “it would take both of them out of play in this game. Dean-o there can be replaced, I'm sure of that. But I don't think Sam can, like my bro said. You, Bobby, are an old man. No offense, but it will just be a waiting game for you to drop, dude. Both sides can easily do that or help the process along. Let's face it; hunters aren't exactly known for having a long life-span so it would be easy to manage. Nor are they above doing so and ensuring you are put into a position that would off your ass. But chucklehead here is younger, he's gonna last a while. Everyone knows that. Plus, he has some kind of luck on his side that has held up. It'll be harder to off his ass than it will yours. That and my bros are protecting him for the big hoe-down so no one is going to try to do his ass in.”



“Now, if we take both the mooks out of the game by doing this, it will also give the third front to this fight, the one that doesn't want the whole war to happen, a weapon to fight the other two if they manage to draft some poor saps to fill the roles. It's a powerful one at that since both chuckleheads know just what is going on and how both sides operate. They won't get that with you, Bobby. You're good but haven't been on the front lines of this, more like technical support in all but the rarest of cases. Plus, the binding links them in a way that it gives them a bit more oomph to work with and makes it so tricks on both sides won't work. I say screw it and go for it. I don't think Daddy's gonna get mad over it. I think, honestly, his hand is in this somewhere.” Gabriel concluded, crossing his arms over his chest.

 

Nodding, Dean pointed at Gabriel then said to Bobby, “See? Even he agrees! I don't like his ass but he agrees! Cas said the same thing!”

 

Sighing, Bobby shook his head, knowing all the arguing in the world wasn't going to do him any good at this point since Dean had it in his head he was going to do it come hell or high water. He had made his objections known and that was about all he could do. After shaking his head, he finally said, “Alright, I'll go along with it IF Sam agrees. You have to convince him. I don't think that's going to be as easy as you think, boy!”

 

Trying not to grin at that, Dean nodded, “Gotcha. I agree. Sam's word is final.”



Snorting, Bobby shook his head then said, “I can't wait to hear you tell him all this entails and how he freaks out all over your ass!”

 

Shaking his head, looking down to ensure that Bobby couldn't see the grin that was threatening to erupt, Dean replied, “Yeah, I got it. Let's quit discussing it and work on him.”

 

Shaking his head, Bobby looked warily at the two angels then said, “Alright, let's get this show on the road. It's going to take longer to convince Sam than it did Dean. You two better make sure that your silver tongue is firmly in place for this bit! 'Cause we are going to need all the help you two can give us!”

 

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Sitting on the sofa, Sam was leaning forward slightly, hands clasped between his spread knees while he listened to all the arguing going on around him. Honestly, he had made his decision on the whole thing, it was just that no one was letting him tell them what it was. Though he hadn't liked what he heard, not wanting to put any other being in that kind of position, he, quickly, realized that it was the only way there was unless he wanted to end up playing right into the game the way both sides were preparing for. That made the final decision on his part an easy one to make.

 

While the tempest raged around him, most of that, though, was Bobby, arguing that it wasn't right, his eyes kept sliding to Gabriel. It was hard to fathom that the Trickster they had encountered so many times in the past was really the powerful archangel. That... well, he didn't know other than it was strange. It was also stranger than strange that the archangel Gabriel was sitting in his living room, willing to perform this rebinding on him without some kind of agenda. But both he and Cas had assured the rest of them that there was no hitch to it. It was being done for the reasons stated. Sam, though, thought there might be an agenda there but it really didn't have anything to do with them. More like it was that Gabriel would be allowed to stay on earth in the angelic witness protection program, as he called it, rather than having to choose sides between his two brothers. That, though, was something the younger Winchester brother had no problem with. If it was his reasoning for doing it, that was fine with Sam. As long as he wasn't involved in the agenda Gabriel could do it for his own reason.

 

Finally, when the voices were really being raised, making it appear as though Bobby and Dean were going to end up in a really heated exchange over the whole thing, Sam cleared his throat then said, making sure he could be heard over the ruckus, “Hang on, don't I get a say in this? What's the sense in arguing when you don't have any idea where I stand in it?”

 

That, almost instantly, quieted things down. There were a couple murmured sorry's from Dean and Bobby, something that pleased Sam a great deal. Nodding, he said, “Alright. Bobby? Can we go outside and talk alone? I want to discuss this with you before I make my decision.”

 

Relieved to end the arguing, the old hunter stood and walked out, following Sam.

 

After turning up the collar of his coat against the cold, Sam lead Bobby to the shelter of the carport then leaned against the hood of the Impala, arms folded over his chest.

 

Taking his place by the youngest Winchester, the old hunter really didn't know what to say to him. Already, they had all laid out just what needed to be done to take Sam out of the grasp of those that would want to use him. He also was made aware of what would probably be happening with him if they didn't transfer the binding to someone else soon. Though Sam hadn't liked hearing any of it, looking for some other way around things, it was apparent that he had accepted it and was going to make a decision of whom to bind him to. Cas, too, had offered to do it but they all quickly discounted that because of the heavenly faction of the war and just what they could do to the angel or how he could be manipulated into turning Sam over or forcing him into doing what they wanted. No, they couldn't take a chance of that happening. That put it down to him and Dean. Though not liking what would have to be done if it was him, Bobby was more than willing to do so, despite the good points Gabriel had made. Now, he just had to wait to see what Sam had to say on the topic. After all, he was the final word on all of it since it affected him more than it did anyone else involved.

 

Looking at the ground, Sam tried to come up with the easiest way to go about this but it appeared to not have one. Finally, he cleared his throat then said, softly, “I appreciate your offer, Bobby. I'm pretty sure I know what it took to do so, especially since I'm certain that it's not something that appeals to you at all.”

 

Nodding, the old hunter told him, brusquely, “You're right, it's not something I want. I didn't want you thinking that it was a long held desire or something. But I'm willing to do it. You and Dean, both, you mean a lot to me. I would do about anything for you. Though I think you know that.”

 

Smiling, Sam nodded, “I know. So does Dean. Though I can't speak for Dean when it comes to this, I can say I see you a lot like a father. Hell, I think you're more of a father, in many ways, then(than) dad ever was. I remember you playing catch with me when you were supposed to be teaching me to use a crossbow. I'm sure, knowing what I did of dad, he wasn't happy with you over that.”

 

Snorting, Bobby grinned then adjusted his hat, “Yeah, John wasn't thrilled with that. But he got over it.”

 

“I want to tell you something before I discuss my decision with you, alright? It's something only one other person knows, aside from some strangers,” Sam said with a sigh, not able to look over at the older man.

 

Nodding, Bobby folded his arms over his chest and waited. He had no illusions that Sam was going to accept his offer, as he was certain he wasn't, but he wanted to hear the why behind it. Of course, he was going to argue his case for it but, in the end, it was Sam's choice. All he wanted was for the boy to know he was willing, nothing more.

 

“Since I was a teenager, there was something I hid from everyone; the fact that I was bisexual. It's always been there for me. Yes, I like women but I tend to like men more. So the whole it will be a man thing doesn't bug me, Bobby. That's not an issue.”



Though slightly stunned to hear that confession as it wasn't something he ever suspected, Bobby nodded. “Don't matter,” he told him firmly.

 

“I didn't think it did or ever would. You've always accepted us just how we are, faults and all.” Sighing, Sam pushed on. “I also get your objection to Dean doing it, the whole taboo thing. Hell, I understand that. But, from my point of view, because of how I see you, doing that with you would be the same thing. Like I said, I see you as a father and, well, no offense, but the thought of doing anything sexual with you freaks me out more than a little bit.” With that, Sam couldn't help but grin a little bit as he looked at Bobby.



“Boy, if you thought otherwise I would be telling you to get your head examined,” Bobby snorted, grinning slightly. Adjusting his hat again, more to have something to do because of the whole uncomfortable nature of the conversation than anything else, he said, softly, “I take it you're going with Dean on this then.”



“Yeah, Bobby, I am. I get why it makes you uncomfortable but I think it's the one I can actually deal with. Again, no offense, but I don't think that I could ever get used to doing anything sexual with you. That has to come in to it, from what I get. Dean would be, well, more my type. With our weird relationship anyway, I think it might be something I can work with. At least doing it wouldn't be like sleeping with dad, if you know what I mean?” Glancing at Bobby, he waited for the older man's reaction, hoping he didn't offend him.

 

Honestly? Bobby hadn't thought about it much from Sam's point of view. None of the options they had were good ones, they all knew that. But hearing Sam viewed him like a father, well, he could get where the boy was coming from. Nor, really was the old hunter even certain he could get things to rise to the occasion for such an act. He did, honestly, view the boys, both of them, like sons he never had. To do something sexual with one of them? No, he didn't think he could manage. And, really, for something like that, he could understand why Dean was the better choice. He didn't like it, or the fact that it was about the only option they had, but he could understand it if he looked at it from Sam's point of view. Hell, it made sense! Nodding, he said nothing.

 

“You won't abandon us just because of this, will you?” Sam inquired, tone soft, peering at Bobby as he did.

 

Scratching the scruff on his chin, Bobby shook his head, “Naw, I don't think I could ever do that. I've been through much more disturbing crap with you two than this. It's just like one of those taboo's that you shouldn't cross is all. But, I guess, there are exceptions to all of them, aren't there? This is one of those, I think. Hell, how often is someone put in a situation where they even have to consider this to avoid the friggin' Apocalypse? No, you two boys are stuck with me.”

 

Corners of his mouth turning up into a smile, Sam nodded, “Yeah, only Dean and I could end up here. I don't think it's possible for most to even come into a position where you even had to think about it.”

 

Giving a snort of laughter, Bobby nodded as well, “Yeah, you two have a way of finding yourself in the most screwed up situations!”

 

“I wanted you to know I appreciate the offer more than you will ever know, Bobby. Thanks! It's something that most wouldn't have ever even put out there, let alone meant it when they said it.” Sam told him again, smiling.

 

“I don't know what it is about you two idjits but you bring out that crap in me. Now, let's go get this over with before Dean ends up pissing Gabriel off enough that he won't do his part!” Bobby told him, standing up.

“Yeah, I don't think that would take much,” Sam laughed, standing himself. “I think I need to talk to Dean before we do this anyway.”

 

“Yeah, you do that. Make sure that head-strong brother of yours knows what you just told me and that it has to be done. That and no more screwing around.”



Nodding, Sam sighed, “I'll be made clear, trust me!”

 

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Poking his head back inside, Sam motioned for Bobby to go in to extract Dean from the fracas that looked like was brewing between him and Gabriel. It looked as though the archangel was enjoying it but Dean looked seriously pissed. After separating the two, he sent Dean out to talk to Sam, telling him that his brother had made his decision on it. After snarling once more at the faux-Trickster, Dean stormed out, slamming the door behind him.

 

Walking into the carport, making sure that his jacket was done up against the cold, Dean quickly chalked a couple Enochian sigils on the walls when he walked in, ones that would keep the two angels inside from seeing or hearing anything, even if they walked outside. After it was in place, he grabbed Sam then shoved him against the Impala, pushing him until he was sitting then locked his mouth down on his little brother's. Kissing him passionately, tongue slipping inside his mouth, he let it go on for a couple minutes before breaking it off and stepping back. Grinning at his brother, he ran his fingers through his hair then said, “Sorry, dude, had to burn off some of the steam.”

 

Grinning back, Sam shook his head, “Taking out your aggression on me already, Dean?”

 

“Bitch! You can't tell me you didn't enjoy it?” Dean shot back, giving his brother his patented million watt smile that got so many ladies in the past to spread their legs for him.

 

“Jerk!” Sam lobbed back automatically then shrugged. “I'm not complaining.”

Nodding, Dean then sobered up, “I'm gathering that you told Bobby no? And that you're taking up mine?”

 

Nodding, Sam sighed, “I told him and explained my reasoning. He got it and understands so it's all smoothed out there.”



“Good. I didn't want to have to argue this anymore with him,” Dean replied, leaning back against his car next to his brother. “Well then, what's the hold up? Let's get it over with.”

 

Looking at Dean, Sam told him, softly, “Are you sure, Dean? I mean, this is a helluva commitment to make. There is no getting out of it once it's done. It's the ultimate until death do we part. You have the right to say no and I won't get mad at you for it. I just want you to be certain before we take that step.”

 

Quiet for a minute, Dean then said, voice firm, “I know that, Sammy. It's entirely my choice and I plan to take it. Look, it's strange, I admit it. But we've been together all our lives and I expect, even without this, we'd be together until we both die. And we've gone there with the other part anyway. Why not just combine the two? Yeah, I get I'm giving up on some things but so are you. It's a trade off, as I see it. I can live with it.” When Dean ended, his voice had taken on that tone of finality it always had when he had made up his mind and nothing in the world was going to change it.

 

Sitting there, quiet, Sam finally nodded after a minute or so, “Alright, fine with me. I just wanted to make sure that you understood all the ramifications of what is involved is all. It's a helluva lot more stringent than anything either of us have been involved in before. And there is no wiggling to get out.”

 

“Yeah, I get it. We'll work with that shit as it comes up. No worries there, Sammy.” Looking back at his brother, Dean grinned again. “Besides, that means I don't have to share that ass of yours with anyone if you take it in your mind you want another cock.”

 

“Yeah, and no more vacating rooms so that you can have your fun with some random barfly!” Sam added with a grin.

 

Leaning over, Dean kissed his brother again though it was much softer this time. When he broke it off, he said, “Let's do this, Sam. Get it done and over with so we can kick everyone out and have some more fun.”

Rolling his eyes, Sam shook his head but said, “Alright, let's get it over with.”

 

---

 

It was just after dark when Sam and Dean were finally left alone in the small house. Bobby was going to stay at the small hotel in town to give the boys some privacy since he knew what the second part of the binding entailed. Since Sam's house was a small one, he would end up hearing part of it, something he didn't want to experience. For the two brother's that was a huge relief. They didn't relish the old hunter being privy to such things either. The following day, Bobby would return with Cas so they could make plans. Gabriel was, once more, off to do what he did and play at being the Trickster. It was anticipated that the two brothers would be staying on the reservation for a while, out of the hands of both factions of the brewing war so that no one could figure out just what was done. What that would do would be buy them all time to put a stop to things. From what both Cas and Gabriel said, even if all the seals were broken up to the final one, if it was still intact the oncoming war would be stopped cold. Nor did Gabriel think that anything Lilith would do, no matter how old the spell, could open that final seal with anything but her death. That had been put in place by the big man himself and was all but fail-safe. But it was something Cas was going to keep an eye on and give Bobby progress reports for. They were all hoping that both sides would be blindsided by taking Sam and Dean out of the game enough that it would throw off most things, giving all involved a chance to back things off from the brink. They weren't counting on it, but they could hope.

 

The binding had, of course, taken place. It wasn't a comfortable thing for either brother, especially since Cas and Bobby had witnessed it but it had happened. The worst was the blood exchange. Though Sam had become accustomed to drinking Ruby's blood, Dean wasn't used to such a thing so it was somewhat distressing to cut himself then pass the blood between them with a kiss. With that and the spell Gabriel used, it had worked. Their aura's, something powerful and bright on their own, had merged then entwined for all to see, leaving the final outcome as something that was bright enough you hurt your eyes looking at it. It was then that the two brothers remembered what the medicine man had said about it before, making them ponder if this was, indeed, someone's plan from the beginning. But, with only the part of it that had to happen when they were alone left to do, something that needed done quickly after the first part finished, they didn’t have much time to ponder that part of it.

 

While waiting for Sammy to come out of the bathroom, sitting on the edge of the bed, Dean found himself actually nervous about this whole thing. He didn't know why either. It wasn't as though they hadn't started the thing and there was no backing out. That part was done. Really, now came what could only be deemed the fun part; the sex. Sure, he had to say something when they started, once he was buried in his brother's ass, but that was the last of it and it would be over. Then it went on as usual. But it was just the thought of the final part of a life-long commitment that there was no getting out of until one of them died that was probably the issue. He wasn't going to let that stop him though. After all, he had been willing to do this, pushed for it actually, so it was time to put his money where his mouth was. Sam needed this done to stop what was going on, so he wasn't going to let a few butterflies loose in his stomach derail that.

 

Nodding to himself, giving an internal pep talk, he shucked his clothes then crawled into the bed, stretching out under the covers while looking at the paper that had what he had to recite on it. No, he wasn't going to have it memorized by the time Sam came out but he would be at least familiar with it enough he wouldn't stumble over the words when it came time to do it.

 

After what seemed like forever, Sam finally emerged from the bathroom, looking more than slightly nervous about the whole thing. In fact, his baby brother looked a tad bit green and seemed to be shaking slightly. Understanding the nerves about it, Dean said nothing, just patting the bed beside him.

 

Taking in a shaky breath, Sam walked over then tossed his housecoat on the foot before crawling in beside his brother. Already naked, knowing what was coming, he hadn't bothered to get dressed in the bathroom after his shower. Curling up to Dean's side, resting his head on his brother's shoulder, he waited, not sure how his brother wanted to go about this, trying to calm himself down.

Sensing that Sam was just showing exactly what he, himself, was feeling, Dean put his arm around his brother then began to comb his fingers through his hair, waiting for him to calm down enough to where they could continue. It also gave himself a chance to get it together. As it was, he wasn't sure he could rise to the occasion yet.

 

After several minutes of just laying there together, both seemed to have gotten the nerves under control. Dean was feeling more confident about things, ready to get started and Sam was breathing easier, no longer shaking. As he wasn't one for chick flick anything, Dean wasn't about to discuss what needed done but was going to press forward and just let it happen.

 

Rolling onto his side, he shifted around, draping an arm over Sam then leaning forward and kissing him heatedly, letting his tongue slip into his mouth and dance there for a minute before back away. Grin on his face, he then told his brother, smoothly, “Oh, I am so going to get even with you for what you did earlier!”

 

That one sentence dissipated the last of Sam's nervousness. Letting out a bark of laughter, he shot back, “What? You enjoyed it!”

 

“Never said I didn't,” Dean replied smoothly. “But it still doesn't mean it wasn't friggin' evil. And, for that, you will pay, bro!” Leaning forward, he kissed Sam again then let his hand begin to wander down his naked chest.

 

Unable to stop it, Sam just grinned but sucked in a breath when his brother's hand started wandering. No, the flesh wasn't stirring yet but he was certainly more relaxed about the situation, leaning closer to the touch spiking his arousal.

 

Hand continuing its trek downwards, Dean grabbed his brother's still soft cock when he reached it then began stroking it in the way he favored such things. It was still early enough in this part of their relationship that he wasn't acquainted enough with his brother's likes to know just what he favored. So, he was going with what Sam had said at one point, to do what he, himself, liked and work from there. While stroking his cock, relishing in the soft sounds Sam was making, he leaned forward and began to lick at his brother's nipples. He assumed, from past experience with himself, that this might work to get the blood flowing south of the border.

 

Shivering as his brother's hot mouth touched the sensitive flesh, Sam let out a loud groan and arched up. Putting a hand on Dean's head, he ran his fingers through his hair, resisting the urge to tug him closer so that he would do it harder. As the sensations began to dance through his body from it, his cock started to rise in his brother's hand while he stroked it. That added to the overall erotic effect of what was going on. Moaning as Dean started to suck on the sensitive nubs, he started to quiver slightly, hips beginning to thrust upwards.

 

Encouraged, Dean began to suck harder while stroking Sam's cock. Once he felt that it was fully erect, he let it loose then reached down to stroke his own a couple times to alleviate some of the already starting to build pressure. After that, he pulled his hand away and lifted his head. Looking down at Sam, he grinned, “I wanna try something different this time.”

 

Panting slightly, Sam nodded then asked, “What's that?” Honestly, he doubted it would be anything he would object to so he was more than willing to go with the flow when it came to whatever Dean wanted.

 

Taking that as all the consent he needed, Dean coaxed his brother over onto his stomach then onto his knees. After grabbing the lube out of the bedside table, he slicked up his fingers then began to tease Sam's asshole with one, rubbing it around to ensure it was nice and slick. Once he felt it was and his brother was making pleasurable noises that made him grin, he eased one thick finger into him.

 

Arching up, Sam moaned loudly and pushed back onto the intruder. Since they had done something earlier in the day, it wasn't going to take that much prep this time around to be ready. Keeping on thrusting back, he hoped to give Dean the message that he was ready to go.

 

Grinning to himself, Dean added another finger then scissored and twisted them around. Though Sammy felt ready to go, he wanted to make sure so that he didn't hurt him. Until he was more used to doing this, he was going to stick with cautious rather than just trusting his brother was ready when he sent the signals. Besides, delaying right now was a little bit of a payback for the torture earlier. He wasn't going for a full out payback but was going to get some!

 

It wasn't long until he had three fingers inside his brother and felt that Sam was ready to take him without pain. Pulling his fingers out, he made sure he had the paper with the words he had to recite close at hand then proceeded to coat his own now throbbing cock with lube. Grabbing the paper, he held onto it while he started to ease his throbbing dick into Sam's asshole. As gently as he could, he put steady pressure with his hips, trying to ensure that his brother felt no pain from the stretching of the sphincter to accommodate the head of his cock. It was slow going and he wanted to slam himself in then go for it to alleviate the pressure building in his balls but didn't. In the end, though, Sammy was the one that made the choice for him.

 

On all fours, head down, Sam was stroking his cock as Dean worked on his ass. He understood that his brother was rather new at this and trying to not cause him pain but, dammit, he wanted fucked NOW. Throwing his head back and letting out a loud moan, he slammed back on Dean, driving his cock all the way into him. The small sting that accompanied the abrupt intrusion was well worth the other sensations that came with it. Panting heavily, hand moving faster, he ground out, “Fuck me, Dean!”

 

Alright, Dean hadn't been anticipating that bit and let out a loud groan as the tight heat surrounded his already throbbing cock. Immediately, he wanted to start thrusting and get down to business but he focused enough to not do that. Starting to thrust shallowly, he looked at the paper then began to recite what he needed, enunciating it to ensure it was done correctly. Gradually, as he recited it again, he picked up speed until he was done saying what he needed. By that time, he was, once more, hammering into Sammy as hard as he could. Tossing the paper aside, he grunted as he thrust, his hard cock throbbing madly in the tight, hot tunnel it was buried in. It was then, as his balls and that hot knot deep in his belly began to indicate that he was getting close to completion, he felt it. It was like static electricity dancing over his skin and a jolt of lightning down his spine. Sam, too, seem to feel something from the astonished gasp that came from him then the stiffening that happened at the exact same time Dean was feeling it.

 

Then, suddenly, the feeling intensified to the point that both of the men were overwhelmed with a pleasurable sensation that pushed them over the edge at almost the same time. While in the throes of their orgasm, gasping and moaning from it, something that looked like a golden ribbon, though more misty in nature wrapped around their bodies, tying them together. As they rode out the pleasurable sensations, it flashed brightly then seemed to sink into their skin where it vanished completely. The binding was complete.

 

---

Later that night, as the wind howled outside, rattling the windows of the small house, both Sam and Dean slept curled up to each other, small smiles turning up the corners of their mouths. They were, they knew, in for some rough times ahead as they tried to press on with their lives as they normally did as they adjusted to the changes that had taken place, trying to fit those into the routine they had followed for so many years and their personalities. But, now, they knew they would manage it, they had to after all. It was just going to take some time and work was all.

 

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Epilogue

 

Sitting at his computer, Chuck was grinning as he stared at the screen. Though he could see the last paragraph of the chapter he had written, what he could also see was a picture of Dean sprawled out on his back, sleeping, while Sam was curled up beside him, one arm draped over his brother's midsection, head resting on his shoulder. Dean's cheek was resting against his brother's head as they slept, both of them had a small smile on their face. Satisfied, Chuck nodded then downed the last of the amber liquid in his glass before setting it aside. Fingers on the home keys, he started typing.

 

Sam and Dean, in the end, managed to find what they both truly needed for so long; each other. No, it's not a conventional relationship that most would ever accept from two brothers but, all their lives, neither of them had a normal relationship. For them, it's something that works. Each of them has something that the other will always need so, together, they work better than most that would ever get married.

 

Somehow, at this point, the two of them managed to take on both Heaven and Hell, both their manipulations and come out of it together, not being dragged into roles people were trying to force them into. No, their story isn't over yet and the Apocalypse is still looming but the two brothers are out of the main battle, putting the manipulations of both sides aside to carve their own way out to fight what is going on. They will still be fighting the war, with friends, both known and unknown yet, but as two mere humans that took on forces most couldn't resist, I think they have a good chance of stopping it before it comes to pass. It's almost as though they have a power backing them that neither side in the battle has. No, this isn't the end of the story of Sam and Dean, just a beginning of another chapter in their life is all.

 

Stopping, the grizzled writer grinned bigger. Saving the document he then set it to print out, nodding to himself. He liked it! It wasn't perfect but it was better than the alternative that had seemed to be pushing itself on him. This way was for the best, he thought.

 

Opening his bottom desk drawer, the one he kept the special booze in that he used to celebrate, he pulled out a small bottle of very old scotch. Sitting it on his desk, he stroked it lovingly then said to both it and the computer, “You wait right there. I have something to do but I'll be right back.” Then, he vanished.

 

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Carry on my wayward son

There'll be peace when you are done

Lay your weary head to rest

Don't you cry (don't you cry no more)

-Carry On My Wayward Son

-Kansas

 

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A.N.-

 

Yes, it's done! WOOHOO! What a ride! And, now, for the thank you's...

First, and foremost, to my wonderful beta Tenchi... You, woman, are the best and I love you! I know that what you do is a job that isn't recognized much by readers, but let me tell you this... it is by me and I don't think I can do it without you! A mere thank you isn't enough but it's all I have so thank you once more for being the best there is!



To Rogue and Shadow: Thanks to both of you for allowing me to pick your brains and reading through my blatherings when I needed it. You helped more than I can ever tell you! Thanks again!



Finally, to my reviewers and readers; You lot are awesome! I appreciate the support I got on this story more than I can ever tell you and am glad you came along for the ride. Sometimes, when the going got tough and it was giving me fits, your reviews and hits were the only thing that kept me going!



Now, I'm going to work on Sympathy for a while and try to knock one off in another fandom then I'll be starting another Supernatural one. So, keep an eye out.



Now, let's crack out the booze and celebrate!



Love,

Danyealle