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Chapter 12

(tags for this chapter: HJ)

Scrubbing a hand over his face, Dean watched the scene on the other bed, shaking his head and grinning from ear to ear. This was a riot! When Sam had told him about Cas' normal greetings, he had believed him of course. He had just assumed that there would be at least a couple words exchanged before the kissing started. Nope, not the case! As Sam had told him, there was a flutter of wings then Sammy was on his back with the angel perched over him, being kissed. It was hilarious!

Once the angel broke it off and straightened up, looking in his direction, Dean chuckled then said, “Dude, don't even think to try that with me! I'm apt to start swinging!”

“This I know, Dean,” Cas nodded, looking serious. Sliding off Sam and taking a seat on the edge of the bed, Cas smoothed down his clothing the best he could, taking them to their normal rumpled state. Looking intently at the older Winchester, he said, firmly, “I won't do that to you. Sam enjoys it, you wouldn't.”

Still shaking his head, Dean snorted, grinning bigger as Sam sat up and tried to orientate himself slightly after being blindsided. “Dude—that is hilarious!”

Shaking his head, grinning sheepishly, Sam said, “It is, I admit it. Especially for someone that hasn't seen it done before. I like it though.” Shrugging, he didn't say any more than that.

Looking smug at that, Cas lifted his chin then said, “I did have a reason to come, though, a legitimate one. I probably won't be around for a couple days. There is something I have to attend to so that I keep up appearances among my own kind. I just didn't want Sam to worry, as he tends to do when I don't show up.”

“Much appreciated,” Sam said with a nod. Looking at Cas, he asked, “Anything dangerous or that I should worry about?”

“I'll be fine, Sam,” Cas told him bluntly. “It's do with what hell might be planning. I don't anticipate any issues in dealing with it so there is no need to be concerned. If it works out well, I'll have some information to impart to both of you when I'm finished.”

“Information is good,” Dean said with a nod, taking a sip of his beer.

“That was my thought, yes,” Cas told Dean, looking in his direction. “The more we can gather, the better off we're going to be. That's what I'm hoping for.” Standing, he said, “I have to take my leave now before I'm missed.” Leaning down, he kissed Sam again. Though it wasn't as frenzied as the first one, it was still passionate. When he was done, he stepped over and did the same to Dean, though the kiss to the older Winchester was softer, not as passionate. Then, with a nod to the two, he vanished with the sound of fluttering wings.

Though still wary about the kisses Cas tended to plant on him, Dean found that he did like it, at least these. Grinning a bit sheepishly, he looked at Sam and shook his head. Clearing his throat, he asked, “Dude, you worry about him?”

“It comes with the territory, Dean,” Sam shrugged. “I worry about you too even though I know you can handle yourself.”

“He's an angel! I think he can take care of himself,” Dean chuckled, shaking his head.

“And you're about the best damned hunter out there and can handle almost anything thrown at you. Doesn't mean I don't worry about you,” Sam explained softly.

Looking at his brother, Dean thought that over then nodded. “Gotcha. Just you being you, nothing more.”

“Comes with the territory, Dean,” Sam explained softly. “I worried plenty about dad, too, even though we all knew he could handle himself.”

“I think I get it,” Dean nodded, looking down. That was part of his brother's makeup in this area, something he sometimes forgot about. However, it felt good to know that someone out there worried about him.

“Cas is playing a very dangerous game, Dean. He's protecting us the best he can while pretending that he's playing along with what that side wants. The repercussions to him if they find out can be immense. Not to mention dealing with another side in this that will do anything in the world to get what they want and not play by the rules Heaven goes by. It's dangerous.” Sam explained. “He says he can protect himself and no one will find out, but the chance is always there.”

“I guess I didn't think about it that way,” Dean sighed, shaking his head. “I'm still getting used to all this and didn't think about there being more to the whole mess than just the relationship.”

“There is,” Sam sighed. “He could get in real trouble if what he's doing is found out and even he isn't sure of all the consequences. He's hidden me the best he can manage so that people don't know what's going on. I don't think he's done that with you yet for the reason it would look really odd. He's also told me, privately, that he thinks some of the angels might not be on the side most think they are. That's something he's not sure about though. After all, Lucifer is their brother. Look at that Uriel. He's a jerk even though he's an angel. Just because they're an angel doesn't mean they are nice.”

“Yeah, this is a mess.” Dean told him, looking at him. “I keep forgetting how big of a cluster this is.” Stopping, he thought it over then asked, “How is he hiding you?”

“Enochian Sigils on my ribs.” Sam told him. “He burnt them in, not the most comfortable thing in the world, I can assure you. It's working though. They hide me, something that is confusing both sides and making them think I’m still on board with what's going on. From what I gather, they think I'm managing the old way with hex bags.” Stopping, Sam looked down at the floor then said, quietly, “With Ruby gone, it's worse, that I know. Hence the reason he's been around more or I stick close to you. It's the reason for the increase in demonic activity, something I explained. So, this whole thing is dangerous. And not just for me and you.”

Taking that in, Dean asked, “Do you know the sigils to use them?”

“I do,” Sam told him firmly. “It's not wise to use them though. The fact that I do know and how to use them is going to raise eyebrows. Part of what they want from Cas is to let me do what Hell wants. If I use those, they are going to know I learned them from him. That's not something I want to chance.”

Again, that's not something Dean had thought about. Shaking his head, he rubbed his face, “This is a mess, Sammy.”

“It is,” Sam nodded. “And it's been planned for a very long time, Dean. Decades. Both sides have it all planned out and are doing their best to ensure that it goes just how they want. Nor do they care who they have to kill, manipulate or remove to get it to go how it needs to. And they will do anything to get it play out, not caring who gets hurt in the process.”

“I would expect this from Hell. Nothing coming from that direction surprises me. Heaven though? That part is still—I wouldn't have ever expected it,” Dean told him, glancing his way.

“I know,” Sam told him with a heavy sigh. “Cas isn't happy about it either. He has his theories as to why and how it's happening, mostly having to do with being left alone for so long without guidance, but he doesn't like it either. It goes against all he has ever known.”

Nodding, Dean said nothing for several minutes. Finally, he straightened up and shook his head, “What a friggin' nightmare.”

Shrugging, Sam told him, “I agree. We've been pulled into this since we were small and for a specific purpose, not just dad's need for revenge either. Both sides wanted us right where we were and planned to make sure we stayed there. If we tried to get out, they were going to make damned sure we were drawn back in. And they did.”

Looking at his brother, Dean asked, gently, “Jess?”

“Jess,” Sam sighed, looking down, shaking his head. “Her death was planned to make sure it fueled my need for revenge and get me back into hunting.” That part—it still stung, a lot. He had done his best to keep her out of the whole mess, she was an innocent. Nor did she deserve something like that.

“Sorry, Sammy, I didn't know,” Dean told him quietly, shaking his head.

“I wasn't supposed to know. It was Cas that told me,” Sam told him. “And if you had gotten involved with someone seriously, they would have done the same thing to make sure you stayed focused on what they wanted you to. That's all there is to it.”

Looking down, Dean groaned and rubbed his eyes, thinking of Lisa and Ben. “What a friggin' mess.”

“No arguments from me there, Dean,” Sam told him, taking a sip of his beer.

Thinking it all over, not liking the conclusions he was coming to or the mess that might be in the offing from it, Dean said, “Enough of that bullshit. Let's find a movie or something to watch.”

Nodding, Sam said, “Works for me, dude.” From past experience, he knew that it wouldn't make it go away or that he wouldn't think about it, but a distraction would be good. At least he could relax for a while.

Snatching the remote off the bedside table, Dean began to flip through the channels to see what was on.

Tossing the empty bag of popcorn into the trashcan by the bed, Dean leaned back after picking up his beer. Taking a sip, he sat it back down then relaxed more. This was the life! The beds were shoved together, Sam was sprawled out by him with one head resting on his shoulder and his arm draped over his midsection. He had his arm around his brother's shoulders. He was now relaxed in a way he hadn't been in a very long time and he adored it.

Giving a snort of laughter at some of the funny antics in the movie, he shook his head, “Dude, this is great! It might be old, but it's still friggin' hilarious!”

Shaking his head, grinning, even Sam was amused by this movie! Normally, he didn't like the sex comedies, let alone the older ones, but this one was a riot! Shoulders shaking from laughter at the shower scene then the one in the principal's office right after, Sam sputtered, “I have no idea what the writers were smoking when they wrote this, but they need to share!”

“No friggin' shit,” Dean managed to gasp out as he laughed. “This—shit, this is a fucking riot. Paulie Penis--” That's where Dean lost it again, dying laughing.

Leaning against his brother, shaking his head, grinning, Sam was snorting at the whole thing.

Wiping his eyes when he was done as the movie rolled on, Dean nudged his brother, “Dude, seriously, we need to do this more often! I haven't laughed this hard in forever!”

“We do,” Sam agreed, still chuckling though the movie had moved on to something else. Sitting up slightly, he grabbed his beer and took a swig before sitting it back down on the table. “Or watch it with Cas.” The minute that came out of his mouth, he started snorting again at the visions of the poor befuddled angel and trying to explain the nuances of the comedy in this to him.

That sent Dean off once more. The visions—oh, he was dying! “Dude! Oh, fuck! My sides hurt now,” he sputtered between bouts of laughter.

“It would be almost as good as the movie itself,” Sam snickered, grinning bigger, body shaking.

“It would!” Dean agreed, reduced to the snickering you descended to when you were gasping for air from laughing to hard. “Which means we have to watch it with him.”

“We do,” Sam agreed, snickering harder, shaking his head.

When the laughter finally eased up, Dean flopped on his back, rubbing his eyes, still grinning. “Dude, that felt good! It really did!”

“I agree,” Sam nodded, leaning against his brother, looking down at him, still grinning.

Reaching up, Dean ran his fingers through Sammy's hair and looked at him once he stopped rubbing his eyes. A little bit of a grin there still, he said, “I forgot how much fun this kind of thing could be, especially sitting together watching this kind of shit.”

“It's been a long time since we've let ourselves do it, Dean. We need to do it more, that's for sure,” Sam agreed with a nod.

Stilling the fingers running through the mop of hair on Sammy’s head, he then grabbed a handful, gently, and tugged him down into a kiss. Sliding his hand to the back of his brother's head, Dean held him there while they kissed.

Propping himself up on one hand, Sam kissed his brother back. Oh, it felt good, that's for damned sure! And he liked it. Quickly, though, he broke it off. Rather than pull back, he just shifted around until he was straddling Dean, perched over his body, resting on his forearms, then leaned down and kissed him again, letting his tongue slide into his brother's mouth as he did.

Though leery when Sam crawled on top, more because he wasn't sure what to expect or was all that sure about what he was ready for, Dean relaxed when his brother began to kiss him again. Letting his tongue entwine with Sam's, adoring the feeling, he let his hands drift to Sam's chest. Because his brother didn't have a shirt on while they were lounging, he could feel the bare skin under his palms. Touching Sam so intimately, in a way he hadn't before, coupled with the kissing, had him moaning into his brother's mouth and his flesh fully hard. No, he wasn't sure what he was ready to do beyond this point right now, but he liked the way it felt.

Groaning into Dean's mouth as his brother touched him, Sam shivered. Oh, yeah, it felt good! And he wanted more, but wasn't going to push it. Dean was already having problems with the whole relationship, and how it changed, so he was going to let his brother lead in this. He would follow along with what Dean wanted rather than push onwards. That was no great hardship. After all, he liked this just as it was. Unable to help himself, he reached down and adjusted his turgid cock into a more comfortable position, palming it once, moaning softly at the sensations.

Dean let his hands wander down his brother's chest to the waistband of his boxers. Though he was screaming at himself to stop, he let it keep going, rubbing over the bulge that was there. Devouring the moan he elicited from Sam, he kept stroking his brother's hard cock through the fabric. Really, he should stop, but he didn't want to.

Shaking, Sam pulled back, breaking off the kiss, and looked down at Dean. Panting heavily, he asked, voice uneven, “Dude—what do you want?” Honestly, he didn't know what to do or where to press this to with Dean and wanted his direction before doing something that might make his brother uncomfortable.

Honestly, Dean liked it that Sam wanted him to direct here. He wasn't sure what he wanted, to be truthful, just that it was more than kissing. Shit, as hard as his cock was, he wanted some kind of damned relief that didn't come from his own hand. Looking up at his brother, he removed his hand and slipped an arm around Sammy's waist. With his normal speed and strength, he flipped them both onto their sides. Propping one foot on the bed, leg bent, he reached down and pulled his own cock out of his boxers. Stroking his hard flesh a couple times, he grabbed Sammy's hand and led it down to his throbbing cock. Feeling his brother's hand wrap around it then begin to stroke, he leaned forward and began to kiss Sammy again. While doing that, he fumbled with the flap of Sammy's boxers, but managed to extract his brother's own hard cock from them and began to stroke it as well.

Groaning into Dean's mouth, Sam's hips began to thrust slightly as his brother tried to find the perfect rhythm for what he was doing. It felt friggin' amazing! Mostly that had to do with the fact that it was Dean jerking him off. The taboo nature of who it was seemed to be what was fueling the eroticism higher for him. Sliding one big hand behind his brother's head, he held onto him while kissing him in an almost frenzied way. Breaking it off as his hand stroked his brother faster, he panted, “Dean--” unsure what to say beyond that.

Looking at Sammy after he broke the kiss off, Dean stroked his brother's hard cock faster. Watching the expression on his face, he panted heavily. Oh fuck yes, this was damned hot! Gritting his teeth, his hips thrusting to drive his cock faster into Sam's hand, he panted heavily, body now having a slick sheen of sweat on it. “You gonna cum for me, Sammy?” He panted out, watching his brother's face.

Eyes sliding shut, Sam's head dropped back as he moaned loudly. “Oh, yes,” he managed to stammer out as his whole body seemed to catch fire and his skin prickled.

Voice taking on that tone it did with some females when trying to get what he wanted, Dean said, “Cum for me, little brother.” With that, he felt his own balls start to throb madly and that lightning dagger of sensation dance up and down his spine. The forbidden nature of what he had just said, not to mention the amount of times that he had fantasized about it over the years was something that was very close to driving him over the edge.

Gritting his teeth, Sam grunted and shivered. That—what Dean had said—oh, hell! Hissing loudly through his clenched teeth, Sam suppressed a loud shout as he came, coating his brother's hand and chest as he did, feeling his whole body rock and pulse.

Watching the look on Sammy's face as he came, Dean panted heavily, skin flushed bright red. Feeling his brother's cock throb in his hand then his cum splatter his chest, Dean let out a soft cry then came himself, hips still thrusting of their own accord as he rode out the waves of his orgasm.

Lying on his back afterwards, while a sleeping Sammy was sprawled partially over him, Dean was staring up at the ceiling. Stroking Sammy's head softly, he thought over what they had just done. As he expected, there was some guilt over this. However, since Sam was well over eighteen and had obviously consented, he wasn't letting it bother him as much as it probably should have. No, he had wanted this for too long and liked it far too much to let it bug him the way it probably should. Shutting his eyes, he sighed as he saw an image of his father looking at him in an accusing manner, obviously disapproving. Unlike what that image invoked in the past, he ignored it, shunting it aside, clutching his brother a little tighter.

This—it felt so good and so right that, for once, he was going to ignore everything else. Cas' words about how Sam loved him then came back to him along with some of the rest of what he said. That's what he was now hanging on to when it came to dealing with the fallout. The angel was right; he loved his brother and Sam loved him. This was just an extension of that. The guilt would go away and he would be able to deal better. All he had to do was keep in mind how much he wanted this and that Sam felt the same way. That would do it.

Shutting his eyes, he concentrated on how silky Sam's hair felt as he ran his fingers through it, smiling softly. Shaking his head, he gave himself a mental kick in the ass and decided he wasn't going to let himself rethink the whole act. No, he was going to push on from here. That resolved, he concentrated on how he was touching his brother and felt himself, finally, start to drift away.

A.N. - The name of the movie mentioned is Porky's, something I don't own or make a profit off of either. If you've not seen it, it's a riot, even if it is old. It's even more fun to watch if you have and to do so with someone who hasn't seen it before. Their reaction to what goes on will be a scream!

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