Hard 7

He should have known. Sam should have known Dean would speak up first and tell the damn genie that he'd do it, take the seven years of servitude to save them in that last hunt. Sure, they'd been in a tight spot, and it sure as hell didn't look like they were gonna get out of it, but then that genie had appeared and promised to save them in exchange for the seven year thing. Sam had opened his mouth, had been about to tell the damn thing that there was no way, no way in hell that they were going to do a deal with a supernatural something... those deals always went south for them, always.

But then, Dean spoke up before Sam could say anything, before he could utter a damn syllable. Sam only had time to look over at him like he was nuts before Dean disappeared. Just like that, 'Poof' and he was gone, right along with the threat to their lives, leaving Sam there alone in the middle of bumfuck nowhere, alone and confused and totally pissed off.

Wasn't it Dean who had said they needed to stop with the deals already? But then again, he should have known... Dean would do it, for him. To save him, without thought for himself, just like Dean always did, like he had done all their lives. Save Sam, protect Sam, take care of Sam. Sam huffed and shook his head as he walked back toward the Impala sitting a few yards off. It was about time that Dean let Sam worry about Sam for once. He was a big boy now. Although he appreciated the gesture, loved his brother for it and a thousand other reasons, he still wanted the damn shit to stop. He wasn't worth all this. Never had been. Never would be.

*

Back at the motel, Sam had his laptop up, fingers flying across the keys as he looked up the type of genie that had appeared to them in hopes of finding out something that would lead him to Dean. It was nearly twelve hours later that Sam finally found something worthwhile and then actually found out the location of one such genie. Pulling to his feet, his jaw set, Sam didn't even bother to turn off his laptop, only grabbing his jacket and heading toward the door. He was going to find this sonovabitch and make it tell him where its brother was by God, or else the damn thing wouldn't see its next day!

It was another twelve hours later when Sam got back into the Impala, sweat dripped from his brow, and covered his body, making his tee cling to his muscular frame. He'd had to torture and question the damn thing for hours, but finally, finally, it had told him where he could find his brother. Sam drove, his foot, pressing hard on the accelerator, heart hammering in his chest, face set in determined lines, jaw clenched, muscle twitching, eyes narrowed. He was going to get his brother the hell outta that place and bring him back and he didn't care what the hell he had to do to make it happen.

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[1 week later]

The gambling hall and bordello was nestled in the mountains and shrouded by a veil of magic. Only those seeking it out particularly could find it, and even they might at first be taken down roads with dead ends, and ones which lead elsewhere. It was Dean’s new home.

Dean had gone through the training and due to his competitive and driven nature, was already doing real well. Yeah, he couldn't remember shit past seven days ago, and yeah it burned him up that he was basically a slave, but there were three ways out of this, and he was gonna make sure he took the quickest one.

He entered the bar area dressed only in silky black karate pants and wearing a bit of pencil liner around his eyes. He scanned the crowd, looking for someone who might be willing to spend a lot of money, his eyes lingering for one second on a tall man talking intently with the bar tender, and moving on. The guy’s clothes told Dean that he wouldn't get a lot of cash from that one.

*

A week, it had taken Sam six more days to find this damned place even after having tortured the information out of the good for nothing genie, and now, no one seemed to be willing to help him. Either they clammed up as soon as he showed them Dean's picture, or ignored him from the get go. Dammit all!

*

Dean’s eyes met a woman's. She smiled at him, but he saw that her arm was around another 'associate's' waist. Lucky bastard, at least she was good looking and if the jewelry was real, she might be a spender.

Looking back over the crowd, Dean’s gaze kept being drawn back to the tall man. He was probably a waste of time but Dean decided to take a chance. Three minutes wouldn't kill him or make him poorer.

Walking with the confidence of a hunter, and the cat-like grace infused into him by the magical training he’d received, he put his hand behind the man's back as he slid onto the stool next to him. "You look uptight and serious, but that can all change." Leaning in, he kissed him on the mouth, tonguing the seam of the man's mouth before pulling back to look into beautiful surprised greenish eyes. "First one's free, but there's more where it came from," he said in his low husky voice. "Buy me a drink?"

Sam had looked over hearing the voice next to him, he knew that voice, would know it anywhere. Dean! As he looked at him, Sam frowned a bit. He looked like a cross between a circus performer and a drag-queen, but he was alive and Sam had found him and that was all that mattered, he could rib him about looking like Batman and Robin's long lost cousin later.

He was about to tell Dean that he was going to get him out of there, when suddenly Dean leaned in and pressed his lips against Sam's. Sam's eyes didn't close, but only opened wider as he looked at his brother, and wider still as his tongue moved across the seam of his lips. When Dean pulled back, Sam was too damn shocked to do much of anything other than stare at him for a few minutes, then it seemed that his voice wouldn't work as his mouth opened and closed, but nothing came out.

Okay, Winchester, you've been kissed before. Well, not by my brother! Touche! Wasn't that bad of a kiss though. Oh my God! Shut up!

Sam cleared his throat, "Dean?" he asked, voice an octave too high, brows raised in confusion.

"Got my name already, did ya?" He grinned thinking it had to be a referral. "Now how about that drink? Or... did you want to get down and dirty already?" To Dean, this one seemed the type who'd want to warm up first, but you never could tell.

Sam blinked at him a minute, then reached out and grabbed Dean's bicep, "No drinks, no anything else, we're leaving, NOW." Sam told him, his jaw set in stubborn lines. Just let someone try to stop him from getting his brother out of there. He sure as hell wasn't in the mood for anyone's shit and Dean needed to stop being funny, because it just wasn't... funny.

"Sure." Dean got up, "Lap dance lounge is right down these stairs," he said, pulling away but taking the stranger's hand as he pulled him along.

Sam's eyes widened as he half stumbled along behind his brother. "No, Dean, wait... I don't want a... Dean..." And then they were down the stairs and Sam was glaring at Dean. Oh, you think you're so funny, don't you? He huffed softly and shook his head.

"You're a first time customer so I'll need to see the cash or credit card before we get started." Feeling a bit of resistance, he turned suddenly, and placed the man's hand on his bare stomach.

Sam started to pull his hand away from Dean's and tell him to cut the crap, t hat he knew who he was and why he was there, that this might be funny to him, but it wasn't funny to Sam. Not at all, but then his hand was dragged onto Dean's bare stomach and Sam found himself swallowing hard, his mouth suddenly going dry as he stood staring dumbfounded at his brother with wide eyes.

"I'm worth every dime." Strange, Dean felt butterflies low in his belly, not something that was usual for him when he was looking for a target.

Sam's mouth opened and closed a few times before he narrowed his eyes, "What's my name, Dean?" he asked him. This was it, moment of truth, Sam knew his brother and knew every single snarky comeback he would give to that question, so now all he had to do was wait for one, then he would know Dean was just being a jerk and drag his ass out of there before he had him doing anything else just to embarrass him … Sam didn't even want to think about the possibilities there.

"Anything you want it to be, tall, dark and handsome." His answer was immediate, and he stepped closer, placing his arms around the man standing almost stiffly. "Never done this before, huh? Don't worry, I'll take good care of you," he promised, brushing his body up against the man's, "make you feel good, make you forget everything," he promised, reaching up to take the man's heavy jacket off.

Sam narrowed his eyes at him. Okay, so it wasn't one of the usual names he called him, still... Dean was acting way too much like he was enjoying making him uncomfortable, a totally Dean thing to do. "You know I've never done this..." Sam hissed and stopped himself, pressing his lips together in a thin line, making a face and shrugging his jacket back on. "Cut it out! I know you always take care of me, now I'm gonna take care of you." He grabbed Dean by the arm and started pulling him up the stairs, intending to get him out of the nearest exit, "come on, we're leaving."

As soon as they were upstairs, Dean shrugged out of his grip and started to walk back into the crowd. Sam grit his teeth, turning to watch him go. "Okay, fine! I'm just gonna leave you here then!" he called out and waited to see if Dean would turn and come back. When he didn't Sam huffed and walked back over to Dean, grabbing him by the shoulder and turning him around as he pulled his money clip out of his pocket, "Fine! You win! How much?" Sam snapped at him.

Several bulky men in suits started to head for them. Dean looked down at his shoulder and raised his hand to stop the men. "It's alright, we're fine. Just get the man a nice stiff drink," he said. Lowering his voice, he whispered his price. "Double that if you want me to take the pants off all the way." Curing his fingers around the man's belt, he tugged him close. "I'm worth it, don't you believe me?" Most customers had a hard time saying 'no' to a question like that.

Sam frowned at him, as he looked through the small amount of bills he had, finally settling on a credit card and handing it to Dean. "I think the pants can stay where they are, thanks," he told him, clearing his throat and frowning harder at himself for the odd fluttering in his chest.

I can't believe I just bought a lap dance from my brother. Could be worse. How? Could’ve been Bobby. Well, that took care of any weird ass feelings I was having, thanks.

Dean looked at the card. "Can I call you Sam?" he asked, passing it to one of the suits, and taking Sam's hand in his, and the glass of scotch in the other as he pulled him back down the flight of the stairs to the private rooms. "No reason to be nervous, point is to relax."

Relax, he said. Uh-huh, sure. I'll relax, once we’re both in the car and I'm not about to get a lap dance from my brother, and you have clothes on instead of running around looking like you're ready for bed and you've washed that damn raccoon mask off your face. THEN, I'll relax.

Dean said that he wanted Sam to relax, but what he really wanted was to get this man so damned wound up he'd buy another, and another lap dance from him, and it wasn't only because of the cash. He told himself it was because he looked so damned serious, almost reluctant, and he wanted to prove to himself he could change that.

Kicking the door shut behind him, Dean put the glass down on the table next to the plush love seat. Turning, he hit the lights so they were soft and low, and music was piped in. "Let's get this off you," he said, once again helping Sam off with the jacket.

Sam wasn't thrilled with the taking off his jacket, he'd of rather put another one on... maybe a snowmobile suit too while he was at it... knight armor? Something.

"That's better." Smiling slightly, he peeled off the extra shirt Sam was wearing, making sure to run his hands over his chest.

Okay, THAT wasn't helping anything! Sam frowned and looked down at Dean's hand as he ran it over his chest, the question of what the hell he was doing on the tip of Sam's tongue, though he bit it back. More than likely, Sam didn't want to know.

The guy was built. Why the hell did someone who looked like Sam need to buy love? It would come out soon enough. Even the most normal looking guys would pop off with their strangest most kinky requests eventually.

Stepping back, he gestured to the sofa. "Sit near the edge," he said, then repositioned him to leave a little room between Sam's thigh and the arm of the sofa. "You doing alright?" Leaning down he kissed him lighty... not something that came with lap dances, but he wanted another taste.

Sam quirked a brow as Dean made room between his thigh and the arm of the sofa. Ever think I did that for a reason? Sam huffed softly and ran a hand through his hair. Am I doing alright... is that a trick question? When Dean leaned down and kissed him again, Sam sucked in a breath, pulling his head back quickly. Stop doing that!! He thought it, it was on the tip of his tongue, but he didn't say it. Instead clenching his jaw and flexing his hands into tight fists.

"Uh, can we just get this over with? I really just wanted to talk to you." Sam asked him, licking his lips nervously, glancing toward the closed door and back.

"If you're saying that, I must be doing something wrong." Bringing the drink to Sam's mouth, Dean waited for him to take a couple of sips, then set it down. "We have fifteen minutes. If you want to talk, talk during," he smirked as he straddled Sam, sitting on his knees and running his hands the rest of the way up and down Sam's thighs. With each pass, his hands moved just a little more toward Sam's inner thighs.

Sam swallowed and looked down at Dean's hands, shifting uncomfortably. Yeah, okay, this definitely sucked and gave a new meaning to 'taking one for the team'. When this was over Dean was so dead.

Dean leaned in and brought his mouth down along Sam's throat, rubbing up and down his soft sensitive skin, blowing hot breaths along his skin. He could feel Sam tensing, the muscles of his legs tightening, and Sam pulling slightly back. "Don't think.... just feel," he whispered, wondering if maybe Sam was uncomfortable with his orientation, or was just experimenting.

Sam's hands clenched into tighter fists, knuckles turning white as he stiffened, muscles tensing all over at the feel of Dean's mouth at his throat. He tried to pull back slightly, but then Dean was whispering into his ear, his breath warm breath fanning over the area and Sam had to close his eyes and grit his teeth. Brother, he's your brother. Okay, better yet, he's a DUDE! You don't think I know that!? Not my fault that he found my...spot. Yeah, well, ya better learn to UNspot it, fast.

Up and down he moved his mouth and hands, small motions, letting Sam get used to him, and fighting the need to kiss him on the mouth again. "You can touch me," he said, pulling back. Licking his lips, Dean suddenly slid his body all the way up Sam's thighs, bringing his groin into contact with Sam's belly and grinding his ass over the man's cock. He moved his hips in circles, bringing his face, his mouth close, so close to Sam's, never touching him, but never giving him any personal space at all... making sure he was aware of him in every sense and at every moment.

Sam's eyes snapped open. Touch you!? What the hell would I want to... Oh right... Sam cleared his throat, rolling his eyes slightly and forced himself to raise his hands putting them on Dean's shoulders. It wasn't an intimate gesture, it was pretty damn manly actually, kinda like you did if you were walking by one another and one had just said something that was meaningful or something, just a clasping of his shoulders, that was it. But hey, he was touching.

Frowning, Sam licked his lips, "Uh, Dean, you shouldn't be... I mean, we're brothers. This should not be happening, I mean..." Sam cleared his throat, shifting again on the sofa, not liking the fact that his cock was stirring. Friction, movement, that's all it was. "Yeah, so, we should probably not..." Okay, any second here Dean was going to feel that he was getting a stiffy and he'd never hear the end of it. Great... He sighed and raised a hand, pulling his head back farther, he ran it through his hair nervously, hazel eyes gazing into green. Sam swallowed and bit his lip.

Brothers. So that was his kink. Dean knew what to do now, how to help him get his rocks off, or come so close he'd want to do this again. "That's right Sam," he gyrated against the hard body under him, working harder at arousing him. "I'm your older brother. At nights, when the house is quiet, I sneak into your room." Dean slipped his hands under Sam's tee shirt and started stroking and squeezing his abs, moving up slowly. "I get under your covers and I touch you, little brother. And I know it’s dirty and its bad, and that I'm corrupting you... I know you won't tell anyone because you love me, and I take advantage... I do it Sam, because I can't help myself."

Sam started to sigh in relief only to tense once again, his eyes widening at the things Dean was saying. Fingertips dug into Dean's shoulders as Sam’s grip tightened, he shook his head, frowning. "No, you --"

Dean spoke near Sam's ear, his thumb stroking over Sam's flat male nipple, shifting his body, lifting up to place a knee between Sam's legs. This time when he leaned in, he used his thigh to work Sam's cock. "You're so sweet, so young, so tender... I want you so bad, I can't stop... I can't stop little brother, I need you. I shove your shorts down your ass. God your skin is so soft, so damn soft. I ask you for forgiveness, and I pull my own shorts down. I'm throbbing so hard now... you feel me?"

Sam bit his lip, his words forgotten as his body responded to what Dean was doing, a low moan sounding deep in this throat before he could bite it back, eyes slowly closing as his head started to fall back. Sam's eyes popped open, his head jerking up as he looked at Dean and cleared his throat, tried to shift slightly and only managed to change the pressure against his now fully erect cock. He bit his lip to hold back the moan that threatened to leave him.

Pulling back, and rubbing the hard knot of his arousal against Sam's side, Dean said, "You make me hard like that."

Sam looked into his brother's brilliant green eyes and wanted, wanted so bad to shake his head and tell him no, that he needed to stop, but nothing seemed to come out, even when his mouth worked to open and close, he just sat there, staring at him, fingertips still digging into his shoulders as Sam hung onto Dean for dear life.

Silence wasn't so bad. At least he wasn't fighting him anymore, and the way he gripped him told Dean that Sam wanted more. "I want to fuck you so bad, but I hear your soft voice asking what I'm doing. God... it hurts to stop, to slow down, but I do it for you."

No, you've never... no. Dean cleaned his cuts and scrapes, made his dinner and helped him with his homework. Made sure he brushed his teeth and let him watch TV until he fell asleep. That was what they did as kids, when Sam was innocent and this would have....No! But, nothing came out of his mouth, as he continued to sit there with wide eyes, gripping Dean's shoulders tightly and swallowing hard.

Pulling up to his feet, Dean leaned in so Sam's face was against his abs. He moved around, rubbing his cock against Sam's throat and chest, moving back and forth, up and down, pulling him so he stayed close. "I whisper, 'its okay Sammy... I just need you.' Then I reach under you, touch you. You're so damned innocent, so damned young. You move your hips and call may name, you don't even know what you want."

Whoa! Whoa! Okay, now that's... what are you doing? Sam's eyes slowly closed as he bit his lip. This was wrong, this was so damn wrong. So, why wasn't he stopping it? Why was he still sitting there at all? And why the hell was he getting so damn hard that his jeans felt like they were about to burst at the seams?

Imagining the scene, Dean got harder. Raised up on his toes, he moved his cock over Sam's face... rubbing over his mouth, the thin silk pants barely a separation between them. Then he leaned forward more and slowly slid himself down the length of Sam's body, licking him over his shirt. Dean’s knees dropped to the ground, so he brought his mouth down lower, licking Sam's abs, and kissing his thighs over his jeans. "I start jacking you, slowly... I don't want to scare you. And you like that, don't you?"

Sam jerked his head back, eyes opening as he stared up at Dean, head tilted back. Okay, no. We are not doing that! I gotta draw that line somewhere and well...
A small whimper sounded in Sam's throat as he bit his lip, watching Dean. Yeah, okay, maybe there's room for negotiations... apparently

"Yes, you like it. A lot. But you're too shy to tell me," Dean smiled and stood, turning and this time sitting down on Sam with his back to him. He made sure to bounce on his cock, grinding as he leaned back, his face pressed into Sam's throat. "You start making noises. I feel a wetness through your shorts, and that's it... I can't take anymore. I tell you again I'm sorry, and then I push inside your hot tight ass. Oh God... oh God Sammy, I know it’s wrong, but I need it... I need it."

Sam turned his head away, eyes closed, like he was trying to block it out, but all it did was give Dean better access to his neck. Sam swallowed hard and licked his lips before straight white teeth caught hold of the bottom one, sucking it into his mouth to silence the groan ready to spill out.

Dean kissed Sam's throat, nipped it, then laved his tongue over that spot at the base of his throat that was throbbing uncontrollably as Sam's pulse raced. "You're so tight around me. I say your name. Then you're coming in my hand and I start to fuck you. I try to be gentle, but you make it so hard... so hard Sammy."

Sam gasped, lips parting as his head tilted back. Hands now laying on the sofa, curled into tight fists. His cock pulsing and throbbing between his legs, but Sam tried to ignore it. Tried to think of something else, like severed heads and blood spraying, but it didn't help, all he could hear was his brother talking about fucking him. His breaths came quicker, chest rising and falling with each one. He bit his lip again, eyes squeezed closed, his expression… pained.

Dean twisted around without leaving Sam's lap, suddenly hooking his legs up over Sam's shoulders with his feet pressing against the wall. He held onto one of Sam's broad shoulders, and placed one hand on Sam's knee behind him, using it to push himself close, rub his ass and cock against Sam from Sam's groin on up his chest each time he raised his hips. He repeated the motion a few times, loving how hard Sam was under him, knowing despite the utter silence, he was as excited as Dean.

He let go of Sam's shoulder and grabbed his hand, putting it firmly over his groin. "This is what you do to your big brother. All the time. This is why I have to fuck you," he said, moving on him, grinding against him, eyes pleading with him to touch harder. A freebie like this... not something Dean gave to everyone.

Sam's eyes opened, his head pulling up straight to look down into Dean's eyes, lips parted as he gasped in a breath, pressing his lips together. "This is what you do to your big brother. All the time. This is why I have to fuck you," the sentence played over and over in Sam's head. Dean didn't mean it, he couldn't mean it. But the proof was right there under his hand, wasn't it? Oh God...

Sam's moved, squeezed Dean's arousal, as he watched his face. He licked his lips as he drew in a deep unsteady breath. "Re-" Sam's voice was too quiet, too raw sounding even to his own ears. He cleared his throat, "Really?" he asked him breathlessly.

"Really," Dean echoed, putting his hand over Sam's and giving himself one more squeeze. Holy hell, yeah... he liked it when he liked a client enough to really enjoy himself, and the reason you got to choose the client was that you had to be able to 'get it up.' But this, this went beyond just getting hard because he was turning on an attractive client. There was something special about this guy.

Sam sat stunned for a few minutes, unable to do much more than stare at Dean. Really. He'd said really. Well, you felt it didn't you? I was trying not to think about it. Liar. Shut up.

Business. Money. Trying to remind himself of his goals, Dean dropped back, all way down so his head was near the ground and he was holding himself up on his fingertips, as his legs climbed up the wall and he raised himself so his cock was lodged under Sam's chin. He made some fucking motions, rubbing himself, wishing he was in Sam's mouth. "Hold me around my stomach," he said.

Sam blinked away his thoughts and reached out to do as Dean told him to without a second thought about it, just like always, it was Dean, he trusted him, he was his brother....

Once he had the support he needed, he ground and rubbed against Sam, using his entire body to pleasure him. The sound of Sam's heavier breaths told him what he needed to know. A few more slides against his body, and he pushed off the wall, backward somersaulting so his feet landed behind him and his face was now between Sam's legs. He kissed his thighs, moved his mouth over the bulge in his jeans, using his teeth to play with his zipper, then moving up higher.

...and then Sam knew why he wanted him to do that. Sam's head fell back against the sofa, eyes closing as he bit his lip, breaths panting out. Oh God, oh God... Deeeean... He wanted to thrust up against him, but he didn't. He wanted to reach out and pull him into his arms, on his lap and kiss him, but he didn't. Instead he tried to hold perfectly still as Dean teased his body, nearly driving him insane with need.

A soft tap on the door had Dean getting up. He sat on Sam one last time, kissed him... this time pushing his tongue inside the man's mouth, taking a little of what he wanted for himself, then getting completely off him. "Come in."
Eyes closed, Sam had opened his mouth easily for Dean's probing tongue. But when Dean got up, Sam looked up at him like he'd just taken the prize out of the Lucky Charms box and not shared.

A man in a suit returned the credit card, nodded and left the room.

"Hope you enjoyed that as much as I did," Dean said honestly to Sam.

Sam blinked, "You - you mean that's it?" Shit! He hadn't even talked to Dean! Fuck! What the hell had he been thinkin'!? He'd been thinking with his downstairs brain is what he'd been doing. But, that wasn't the point, he still should have talked... before that. Oh yeah, cause it was so easy to talk with your brother flashin' his shit in your face. If I had talked I wouldn't have noticed. Yeah, but then you might not have heard his confession. Oh.. right. Wait.. don't you belong in DEAN'S head? Nah... you're not thinkin' like Dean.. you haven't once thought about pie. Oh, right.

Sam shook his head, pushing the credit card back toward Dean, "I want another one."

"Awesome." Dean dropped the card on the table, hit the switch again and the lights went down. "Did you want to try the 'pants down'? I'll give you a discount because you're so freaking sexy," he said, running both hands through Sam's hair, touching his face, his jaw, then rubbing his thumb over his Sam's lower lip. "It’s only..." he leaned in to whisper the cost.

Sam's eyes widened, before he narrowed them as he looked at Dean. "That''s highway robbery." he nodded, looking away and waved a hand, "Yeah, sure whatever." I'll give you pants down. You bend to take off those tight ass things and I'll pin your ass and make you cut the crap and listen to me. Sam looked at Dean and offered a tight smile, "Sounds good to me."