Heat

Type: Actually it's het and I don't think I'm going to make it slash. Everyone panic now. :-)

Warning: Het, a tiny tiny hint of wincest at the very end, borderline non-con

Six men dead. All of them burned. All of them alone. Sam wanted to go and find the demon that killed them. Dean didn't want anything to do with it.

"Come on, Sammy. It's not like it was with mom and Jess. They weren't on the ceiling or anything. They were tied to a bed."

"Ritual sacrifice?"

"Arsonist slash murderer."

"Dean, this time we're doing it my way."

That conversation had been four days ago and Sam had never wished he'd listened to Dean more than at that moment. He had been at the library still researching town history and various demons while Dean had decided to question a young woman who was seen enjoying the company of four of the six men shortly before their demise. They'd talked to her a few times and Sam had watched the flirting going on and it annoyed him more and more each time.

Sam had argued that Dean was just horny, but Dean hadn't corrected him and told Sam to go bury his nose in a book where he could be useful. The argument had been brief, but painful, and both men were too proud to apologize.

Sam had overheard one of the men at the next table talking about the crazy chick that had tried to tie him up the weekend before. That hadn't caught his attention at first. He refused to think that this demon was nothing more than a human. Then he heard the man's friend say something that made his blood run cold.

"No shit? Sydney doesn't seem the type..."

Sam left the books where they were and headed outside to call Dean. It was just too weird that Sydney was also the name of the woman Dean was meeting. Dean's voice mail picked up and Sam began to panic. He didn't even know where they were. He ran back to the library, hoping to figure out what was happening to his brother from the two men inside.

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Dean looked at the abandoned farm house and shrugged. He figured if this was where she wanted to meet she must have a good reason. She had mentioned that she was fixing a place up to be put on the market soon and he could see that she'd have her work cut out for her.

He walked up to the porch and knocked on the door. He waited patiently and looked down at his boots, wondering if he had the wrong place. He looked up again just as the board slammed into the side of his head.

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"So this girl...Sydney....what does she look like?"

"Um, well, she's hot. I mean she's kinda dark complected, like she tans a lot. Pretty almond shaped eyes and black hair down to her shoulders."

Sam frowned. It was a damn good description of this woman Dean was with. "Do you know where she stays or where she lives or anything?"

The guys were a little concerned, but figured it was none of their business. The man who had been with her gave Sam three addresses. One was her home. The second was the motel and restaurant she worked at and the third was the place he was supposed to meet her if he had changed his mind about the kinky stuff.

Sam knew that he had to check all three and figured he'd start with the closest and move his way out. He headed for her place of work.

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Dean opened his eyes and groaned as his head protested. He tried to focus, but it seemed impossible with the pain he was in. He wanted to touch the wound, but he couldn't move his hands. "What the..."

"Shhhh...Don't try to move, Dean. It won't do you any good."

"Sydney?" He forced his eyes open and saw two of her trying to form into one.

"I know you want me."

"Well, yeah, but now is not the time. I need you to untie me so we can get out of here."

"Why would I do that?" Her voice was still sweet, but there was an edge of anger to it.

Dean began to think that he should have listened to Sam and gone to the library. Finally her face became one figure and he opened his eyes a bit more. "What are you doing?"

"I'm going to have great sex with you, of course. I don't do it very often because sometimes people start getting too smart for their own good. You just had to show up and ask questions, didn't you? When someone shows a real interest I just can't deny them." She backed up and reached back for a large metal can. "You're so sweet to do this for me." She opened the container and started dumping something out around the bed, leaving one side totally free from the liquid.

Dean could smell the gasoline as it poured out and just told himself not to scream.

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Sam's search of her workplace had not gotten him anywhere. She wasn't there and wasn't expected in for another two days. She had requested some time off for personal reasons. Her home had only been a block away so he looked around, angry that he saw nobody in the area. He stopped by the side of her house, noticing her lawn mower and a can of gasoline on the concrete slab near the side door. Next to the full can there was a round rust mark where another had sat and was now missing. Sam just told himself not to scream.

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Dean had become aware enough to tell that he had been undressed. He turned his head and saw his clothes sitting on a chair near the door with his boots underneath. "Can't we talk about this?"

"We've talked enough." She walked out of the room and he began struggling against the ropes at his wrists and ankles.

"Hey! You can't leave me here like this!"

She came back in a moment later completely naked. "I wouldn't do that, Dean. I'd never leave you in this condition." She got up on the bed and started kissing his neck, letting her body brush over his.

He groaned and became annoyed at the response of his body. He had wanted to nail her since he'd seen her, but he hadn't expected it to be like this. Her hands grazed over his chest and stomach and finally circled him, tugging firmly, but not too hard on him.

He cried out, thrusting into her hands. She felt good, but his brain was trying to remind him that she was psychotic. As her mouth replaced her hands he started considering the fact that there were worse ways to go. It didn't take long for her to move to straddle him. "Do you want this?"

Dean nodded his head, but then ground out his words. "No...No, wait. We need to talk."

She smiled. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make it seem that you actually had a choice." She lowered herself onto him and gasped as he filled her. She threw her head back and began to move. "Dean..."

He tried really hard to buck her off, but that was having the opposite effect so he tried to think of nasty things to get his erection to back off. It was too bad that his erection was too busy being squeezed inside a hot woman for it to give a crap what his brain was thinking.

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Sam ran all the way and tried to catch his breath once he got to the house. The sight of the Impala nearly caused him to weep. He quietly checked the perimeter when he heard his brother cry out. He wasn't sure that Dean was really in pain, though. He found a window that was closest to the sound and peeked in.

What he saw just pissed him off.

Dean was tied to the bed and having the time of his life. Sydney was bouncing up and down alternately playing with his brother's nipples and then her own. He was about to leave when he noticed her arch back a bit further and pick something off of the bed at her side. He squinted to try and identify it and when he did he ran like hell toward the door.

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Dean could feel his climax approaching and was pretty sure hers was getting close as well. He looked up at her, giving up on trying to block things out and saw her flick open the lighter in her hand. She was just holding it and he wanted to yell, but he couldn't. He was too close.

She threw the lighter and the area burst into flame. He nearly panicked, but she came then, her eyes wild as she looked into the inferno. She squeezed him hard and he followed her into the void. And then she was off of him. He watched her as she kissed him goodbye and then turn and run to escape. He was about to yell after her, but then she came flying back into the room, her nose gushing blood.

Sam walked in, glaring daggers at her. "Stay put, bitch." He grabbed Dean's knife and gun from the pile of clothes and cut the ropes while holding Dean's gun on her.

Dean grabbed his clothes. "Sammy, we have to get her out of here. Come on!" He pulled on his jeans and reached out a hand to her, but the flames seemed to leap out at him to push him away. He yelled as his skin was seared.

Dean looked around and saw that the flames were breaking apart. Figures began to form. There were six.

Sam tugged at Dean's shoulder. "We can't do anything now, Dean. It's not our fight."

Flaming figures of men surrounded Sydney and moaned as if in ecstasy. She was entranced for a moment and then they began to caress her and her moans turned to screams.

"No! Sammy, help me!" Dean tried to get close again, but this time ended up with a small fireball right to the chest.

Sam grabbed him and pulled him, making sure they had all of his clothes as well and his boots. By the time they got outside, Sydney's screams had stopped and the entire house was ablaze.

Dean was still struggling and Sam dropped everything and just held onto his brother, wrapping his arms around his chest. "Dean! Please stop! She's gone! She's dead and it's all over!"

Dean stopped struggling suddenly and went limp. He sucked in a sob. "Mama..."

Sam closed his eyes against the pain in his brother's voice. "No, Dean. No...That wasn't your fault, either." He turned so Dean's back was to the flames and just rocked him. "I'm sorry. I didn't think. I didn't think about what this case would do to you."

No more words were spoken as the sirens began to wail and the two men climbed into the Impala. Dean just sat in the passenger seat and closed his eyes and Sam drove out of there as fast as he could. An hour later when they pulled into a motel parking lot they still hadn't uttered a word. Sam got the room and led Dean to it, frowning at his state and grateful there was nobody else around to see him.

Dean was barefoot with his jeans on, but still unbuttoned. The flesh on his hand was red, but not blistered and the same was true for his chest. His skin was covered in black ash and tear trails were clear on his face. Sam hadn't realized how vulnerable his brother could look and began to think of the night years ago when their mother had died. He hadn't been capable of comforting his brother then. Maybe now he could.

He guided Dean into the bathroom. "Get cleaned up, okay?"

Dean nodded and seemed to snap out of it a bit. "Yeah, look...I'm sorry. I know that it was a long time ago. I shouldn't have said-"

"No, I'm sorry. I've been thinking about what I said before. Look, I had a life before Jess. You made sure of that. It was a good life. Yes, Jess' death hurts. It's fresh and it's going to hurt me for a long time. But...I can fall in love again."

"Sam..."

"No, Dean. It might sound cruel, but it's true. You lost mom when you were so young that it became your life. It's a hurt that's ingrained so deep that it's a part of you and I never should have tried comparing that type of pain to mine. I'm sorry. Not even dad gets to claim his pain over yours in my book. He had mom and us. I have you. You had nobody, did you?"

Dean shuddered as a sob threatened to break loose. "Please, Sam..."

"Did you? Come on, Dean. You took care of me and loved me, but then I left you and made you feel unwelcome in my life. You held up dad whenever he needed and he knew he could count on you for anything. You, who never let yourself fall in love. You, who never show weakness. You, who is always alone even when you're with your own family."

Dean leaned heavily against the door then, not knowing how to respond.

"It's okay. I'm here for you now and I'm not leaving. Never again." He walked past Dean and started the shower for him. "Get cleaned up, Dean." He walked out leaving Dean to contemplate what to do with the revelation that he wasn't alone anymore.

About 20 minutes later, Dean came out and just sat on the bed. He wasn't dressed at all and had a towel slung around his neck. He was pleased to see that Sam had brought their things in, but didn't have the energy to dress. He smiled sadly when he saw that Sam had turned down his bed. He finally managed to pull on a pair of sweats and crawl under the comforter and sheet, thinking it had never felt so good. He pulled up his arms to look at the welts around his wrists and closed his eyes, angry at Sydney and pitying her all at once.

Sam came back into the room from bringing in the last of their things and wordlessly took his own shower. His was much shorter and he came out dressed in his boxers. He piled their things on the unoccupied bed and then crawled in next to Dean.

"Sammy? What are you doing?"

"Remember when I was little and I'd have a bad day? You'd crawl into bed with me at night and hold me and tell me that everything was going to be okay. Well now I'm doing that for you and you're damn well going to let me, Dean. I love you, you know."

"Yeah? Well I love you, too, dumbass."

Sam smiled. "It's just your turn, okay?"

Dean nodded, too frightened that this would all turn out to be a dream to argue. "Okay, Sammy." He snuggled closer and just let himself be loved.

Sam looked at his brother and kissed his temple where the bruise had blackened from the hit to the head. His mind wandered to Jess and he silently asked for her forgiveness as he let her go. His priorities had changed and he thought she would understand.

He stroked Dean's back and thought back to all the things he'd survived because of the man in his arms. "Dean?"

"Mmmmm?" Dean was trying to stay awake, but failing miserably.

"You know when I said that one day I'd fall in love again?"

Dean only snored.

Sam grinned. "I think that day is today." He closed his eyes and embraced the idea of finally being where he belonged.

The End