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Dichotomy	By : Danyealle Category: Supernatural > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 6150 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter 13

Groaning as he flopped on the bed, Dean rubbed his eyes. Oh yes, this was comfortable since he hurt all over. Not wanting to even try to sit up, he managed to wiggle and push his way upwards until his head was resting on the pillows. Kicking his boots off without sitting up, he succeeded in pushing them on to the floor, hearing the thunk as confirmation that he did, he just laid there with his eyes shut. Whoever the hell those demons were they had just taken on, they had been a bitch to off, that's for damned sure!

Arm over his face, Dean just groaned. Well, at least they had offed the assholes, that was the good thing. It had just been a fight and a half to do it though. And, honestly? If Cas hadn't shown up in the middle of it, they would have been in deep shit, that's for fucking sure! Giving an amused snort, grinning slightly, remembering the look on the angel's face, he shook his head a little. Oh, Cas had been pissed, no two ways about it! Two of the fuckers had taken after Sam. From what he was able to observe and what Sam said right after, it seemed they were trying to make off with his brother for some reason or other. Yeah, well, that didn't last long! Cas made sure of it. He had been occupied, something that he was now convinced was a setup so the nasty bastards could get at Sam, so he couldn't do shit. Well, some demon spawn learned the hard way that you don't mess with Sam. If you do, Cas will turn up and hand you your ass, in spectacular fashion, no less! That was funny as hell! He went through the demons quickly and none of them got away. Someone, somewhere, was going to be pissed about that!

Hearing the door to the bathroom open, he lifted his arm and looked in that direction. It was just Sam, of course, nothing to worry about. Seeing his brother drop his dirty clothes in a pile by the duffels, he gave a sigh then sat up with a groan.

“You alright, Dean?” Sam asked, concerned, as he walked over then sat on the edge of the bed Dean was sprawled out on.

“Yeah, nothing to worry about, Sammy,” Dean told him, groaning as he scooted up into a sitting position.

“I made sure to leave plenty of hot water. Why don't you go in and take a shower. You'll feel better if you do,” Sam told him softly.

Though he didn't want to move until some of the soreness abated, Dean nodded. Not only was he covered with all kinds of nastiness, the hot water would help get rid of some of the aches and he would feel better afterwards. Sighing, he said, “Alright, I will.”

“You hurt anywhere other than just being sore?” Sam asked, concerned. Dean always played those kinds of things off so he never knew when it came to his brother. From what he had been able to observe, he didn't think there were any injuries, but it was better to check. The worst he saw was Dean getting tossed into a wall once and knocked around a little, nothing more.

“Nope, I'm good. Just hurting is all. A bit banged up and some bruises, nothing more,” Dean grunted as he swung his legs over the edge of the bed and sat up. Shaking his head, he stood with a loud groan then went to grab some clean clothes before heading to the bathroom.

Watching his brother go, Sam felt a bit better about it. It didn't seem to be anything to worry about, honestly. When the bathroom door shut, he called out, “While you're in the shower, I'll go grab some food.”

“See if you can't get some pie with it,” Dean shouted back as he stripped down, making a face at the mess his clothes were.

“I'll see what I can do,” Sam called back as he fished around for something clean to wear.

Standing under the hot water, braced against the wall, Dean sighed. Oh yeah, he already felt better as the heat from the water worked on his sore muscles and the gunk he was covered with sluiced down the drain. Rubbing his eyes, he groaned. A couple pills of the OTC kind for pain and he was going to be fine. That was good.

Turning his face up to the water to rinse it off, he then went to work shampooing his hair. It had been a week since that first mutual jerk session, something that had happened a couple more times, and he now wanted to push it further. So far he had been leery of doing that, more because of the line it would cross than anything else. There was still something about stepping over the one of actually having sex that was causing him problems, but he was working with it. Hell, he wanted it so bad he could taste it! He just hadn't been able to yet. Nor had Sam pushed him to do anything. As his brother had said; this was all at his pace. That was something he liked. Having no pressure to go further than they had was a good thing as far as he was concerned. It allowed him to deal with what was on his end while working with what he wanted.

After rinsing out his hair, he went to work soaping himself up to get off the gross shit that was still there. While doing that, he shut his eyes and began to envision what he wanted to do with Sammy. As always, his cock hardened quickly, seeming to lobby for him to do something about it. Tonight, he thought, he would do just that. Sammy wasn't like the females he was used to dealing with, but he was sure he could work with it. After all, from what he could pick up, not to mention how his brother liked the hand jobs he had given him, there wasn’t going to be any protesting from that end of things.

After finishing a second scrub down to make sure he was clean, the water was starting to cool. As he felt almost a hundred percent better, he figured he was good for the night. Killing the water, he stepped out then grabbed a towel. Drying off, he looked down at his still mostly hard cock and grinned. Yeah, tonight would be the night, he vowed to himself. Once he was dry, he slipped into a pair of clean boxers and t-shirt then grabbed his dirty clothes before making his way back to the other room. Sammy probably wouldn't be back yet, but that was fine. Food was going to come before anything else anyway. Both of them were starving.

Tossing his clothes into the pile with his brother's, he stood up and was slightly startled to see Cas sitting on the end of the bed. Nodding to the angel, he asked, “Everything alright, Cas?”

“Just fine, Dean,” Cas told him with a nod. “I only came to check on the two of you, nothing more. I can't stay long.”

“We're good,” Dean nodded. “We ganked them all, so there shouldn't be a problem.” Stopping, he chuckled then said, “Well, with your help. I don't think I've seen you that pissed before.”

“It was a set up,” Cas told him firmly. “Alistair was behind it, trying to get Sam. No, I won't let that happen.”

Sobering up at the mention of Alistair, Dean asked, “Is Sam going to be fine being out on his own or should you check on him?” He didn't like anything that dealt with Alistair, that's for damned sure.

“Sam is fine,” Cas confirmed with a nod. “I checked on him before I came here. So far, no one knows that the plan failed. Just ensure the two of you stick together until I can be around more often. Once they find out they didn't succeed, they will try again.”

Taking that as sound advice, Dean nodded, “Will do! How much longer are you going to be tied up?”

“I'm not sure,” Cas told him honestly, brow slightly puckered. “I wouldn't think more than a week, but I can't be certain. I'll try to make sure I check on you both once a day, at least, more if I can manage. If I hear anything about plans I'll ensure I get with one of you.”

“Good!” Dean told him, liking that. “If Alistair is involved, it's not going to stop.”

“No, it's not,” Cas confirmed. “They may be getting the feeling that Sam is backing away. That makes the situation a dangerous one. Keep a close eye on him and watch out for what they may try to pull. Right now, neither side knows Sam is out. We want to keep it that way until we can press forward to where you are both out of their grasp.”

“I will,” Dean told him firmly. “We'll see what we can do to put up more protections.”

“Do what you can, just be alert,” Cas told him, standing. “I can't stay. If I'm gone too long I'll be missed.” Stepping closer to Dean, he put a hand on the back of his head and kissed him before vanishing with the sound of fluttering wings.

Though still not sure what to make of the angel with some of this, Dean couldn't help but grin sheepishly. The kisses—well, he was getting used to those and he liked them. Honestly, he liked it right now, with Cas just popping in here and there, rather than being around all the time. It allowed him to get used to the situation with Sam rather than having to deal with both of them, let alone Cas' quirks and how dominant, for lack of a better word, he was about this. It was easier on him, something he appreciated.

Grinning slightly, he settled down on the bed and turned the TV on, surfing through the channels to see what he could find to watch.

Sprawled out on the beds that were pushed together, with all the lights off, the only thing illuminating the room was the flickering images on the television. Honestly, Dean couldn't tell you what movie they were watching. It wasn't that it was awful or boring, it just didn't seem to be holding his interest tonight. He was, quite frankly, more interested in Sam than anything the TV could show him.

Right now, his ginormous brother was partially draped over him, eyes on the TV. It wasn't something that he thought he would like, but he did. The closeness between the two of them when they relaxed like this was something he found he adored. Feeling Sam touch him in a way he hadn't since they were young and being able to run his fingers through Sammy's hair or other things like that was something he found soothing. It felt good, he would admit that, and better than anything he had ever done with anyone in his past.

Feeling Sam press tighter to him, giving him a squeeze with the arm that was draped over him, Dean couldn't help but smile slightly. That felt even better. Shutting his eyes, he let his fingers continually run through Sam's hair, taking in the smell of his brother, feeling the heat from his body where it pressed to him. It was amazing to him to feel those sensations. He hadn't noticed such small thing with any of his partners before, but he did with Sam and relished the way they aroused him.

Feeling his cock rise fully and start to throb, Dean shut his eyes and groaned. Oh yeah, he was now sure that he could get over that line and go for it. He just wasn't sure how to press for what he wanted. After all, they weren't really doing anything right now. Nor did he want to move Sammy because both of them were damned comfortable.

Lying there, Sam liked the feeling of being so close to his brother. There was nothing else like it in the whole world. They had always been close, anyone could tell you that, but lately it had grown more so, something he also liked. Dean, as he was well aware, was having issues dealing with how this had changed. That was obvious to him. Though his brother had a self confidence about the opposite sex very few he had ever met had, it didn't appear to extend to him. He was positive that it had more to do with just what was coming with it, though he couldn't be completely sure on that as Dean didn't talk about such areas with anyone. From his end he figured that, maybe, if he made the first move in that area, the whole scene might be easier on Dean. He just wasn't sure about that and had doubts about doing so.

Lying there, feeling Dean's fingers run through his hair, he watched as his brother's hard cock seem to actually visibly throb in his boxers. There was no doubt that Dean was aroused, none. The tent in his boxers was testament to that. However, his brother didn't seem to be pushing for anything. As he, too, was aroused, mostly by the fact that his brother was visibly excited, Sam thought, maybe, pushing it a little from his end then letting Dean take it from there might help his brother.

Reaching out, he began to stroke Dean's erection through his boxers. He grinned slightly when he heard a soft moan from his brother when he touched his cock. That was promising, especially since he didn't protest at all being touched. Shifting around, he moved lower, then began to lick at the head of Dean's cock through the material while still stroking it. Feeling his brother start to shake, his fingers digging into his hair more, Sam took that as all the encouragement he needed to press on.

Lifting himself up on an elbow, Sam pulled his mouth off then started to divest Dean of his boxers. Sliding them down, he was glad when Dean kicked them off and spread his legs. Leaning forward again, he took the head of his brother's cock in his mouth and began to suck while wrapping his hand around the shaft, pumping it slightly as he did.

Moaning loudly as Sammy took his cock into his mouth, Dean shook slightly while letting one hand rub his brother's back. Oh fuck, did that feel good! Hissing through clenched teeth as Sammy went to work, Dean fought to keep his hips from thrusting upwards. Sam seemed to know just what he was doing and he was content to let him. Since he was already doing better than most women had ever done over his life, there was no sense in trying anything. It was a case of let Sammy do what he was doing and just lay there and enjoy!

Sucking on the head of Dean's cock, Sam let his tongue swirl around the ridge then over the slit while jerking on him, loving the sounds Dean was making. Arching off the bed slightly, with his free hand he began to fumble with his own boxers, trying to get them down so he could kick them off. His own cock was now hard as a rock and he wanted some relief as well.

Though almost completely lost in the sensations Sammy's mouth was producing, Dean was with it enough that he saw what his brother was attempting to do. Lifting up slightly, he helped skin his brother's boxers off then tossed them aside. Once that was done, he wrapped his hand around Sam's cock and began to jerk him off.

Moaning around the head of Dean's cock, Sam shuddered at the sensations. Oh, this felt good, that's for damned sure! And he wanted more. However, he also wanted to press on to something else as well. Hoping Dean wouldn't take it badly, he pulled his mouth off his brother's cock, but continued to stroke it then looked back at Dean. Panting heavily, he said, “Grab the lube. I want to feel you in me, Dean!”

Looking down at Sammy, seeing the expression on his face, any trepidation he still had about the act was lost. Nodding, he leaned over and snagged the lube he had put on the bedside table earlier. He had hoped to go here but wasn't sure if he was ready for that step when he had set it out. It was more preparation being the key was all.

Settling back in after picking up the small bottle, he rubbed Sammy's head with one hand while flipping the bottle open with the other. Removing his hand from his brother's head again, he poured some of the slick substance into one hand and let it drift downwards until it was at Sammy's ass. Because of the position Sammy was in, his ass crack was slightly spread so he let his fingers drift in between the cheeks. Tickling his pucker with one finger, he traced around it in a circle, wetting the outside, before gently easing one finger inside him. Feeling the tight muscle clamp around his finger and hearing, and feeling, Sammy moan around his cock, he began to twist and thrust it into him. Panting heavily while doing that, he was relishing the sounds Sam was making,

Feeling Dean's finger slide into him, Sam shook, moaning around the head of his brother's cock. Oh, that felt good! And he wanted more. Thrusting back on the finger embedded in his ass, he hoped that Dean would get the hint and press on.

Sliding another finger into his brother's ass, Dean scissored them, thrusting and twisting. Panting heavily, watching his brother, he felt his whole body start to throb and seem to catch fire. Oh, whatever doubts he had about this were now gone and all he could think about was burying his cock in his brother's ass then fucking the shit out of him! And he fully planned to do that very quickly. Feeling Sammy's ass clench around his fingers, he slid another in, assuming that from what he was feeling Sam was about as ready as he was.

Feeling the third finger slip into his ass, Sam pulled his mouth off his brother's cock and gasped. Looking over his shoulder at Dean, he said, panting, “Please, Dean!” He was sure his brother would get the hint from there.

Oh yes, Dean indeed did get what his brother wanted and was more than willing to press on! Extricating himself from under Sam, he slid behind his brother and pulled him up onto all fours. Positioning himself behind Sam, he fumbled for the lube again. Dumping some in his slightly shaking hand, he then slathered it on his throbbing, aching cock. Stroking it a couple times to make sure it was nice and slick, he then put the head of it to his brother's asshole. Putting one hand on Sammy's hip, he held onto his cock then began to press inwards, groaning as Sam's asshole opened slightly, the tight ring of muscle starting to surround his throbbing flesh.

Panting heavily, eyes shut, Sam gripped tightly onto the sheets below him as Dean began to slide into his ass for the first time. Of course, as always, there was some burning to the act, but it felt amazing! Relaxing the best he could, Sam pushed out and whined softly as Dean's whole cock slid in. Shaking, he panted, “Move, Dean!”

Starting to thrust, holding onto both of Sammy's hips, Dean let out a loud moan. Oh, Sam's ass felt so good on his cock. Eyes sliding shut, reveling in how amazing it felt he began to move faster. All the times he had fantasized about doing this couldn't compare to how amazing it actually felt. Though part of him was screaming to go slow, to make it last and be careful, he couldn't force himself to do that. Instead, he began to thrust hard and fast into Sam, grunting, gritting his teeth as he did.

Panting heavily, Sam moaned, eyes sliding shut, relishing the feelings Dean's cock was producing. Already, his nerves seemed to be on fire and a deep, pulsing throb was unleashed low in his belly. Reaching under himself, he grabbed his own rock hard cock and began to stroke it. Gripping tightly to the bedding with his free hand, he began to rock backwards, thrusting onto Dean.

Curling his body over Sammy's, Dean began to thrust harder and faster, grunting as he did. Reaching down, he pushed Sammy's hand off his cock then took it, stroking it quickly. This wasn't going to last long for him. What with the sensations and how long he had fantasized about it, he was about at the end of what little self control he retained. Teeth gritted, he managed to grind out, “Fuck! Oh, yeah, Sammy! Your ass feels so good!”

“Dean!” Was all Sam was able to pant out as he rocked back onto his brother as hard as he could. Teeth gritted, he was now clutching onto the bedding so tightly that his knuckles were white. Feeling Dean's hand on his cock, not to mention the wonderful sensations from being fucked was all he could take. Feeling that throbbing in his gut seem to explode, he threw his head back and called out his brother's name as he came, splattering the sheets below him with his cum as he did.

Feeling Sam's ass spasm around his hard flesh then seem to clench onto it so hard that he had problems moving, Dean threw his head back, moaned loudly, then came himself, flooding his brother's ass while his hips continued to thrust of their own accord. Body rigid as the sensations danced throughout his whole body, he clung to Sammy's hips, fingers digging in as he rode out wave after wave of his orgasm. Eyes tightly shut, he was seeing stars, but, damn, it felt amazing!

Lying there long after they finished and had turned the TV off, Dean was still wide awake though he was exhausted. Staring up at the darkened ceiling of the room, watching the lights flicker across it from the headlights of the cars that passed by on the highway, he was dealing with some guilt over finally 'going there' with his brother. This he had expected. After all, he had crossed a line finally that he vowed he wouldn't ever even step a toe on. However, that was balanced out by the fact that he had finally gotten the one thing he had been desperately wanting for so long. That he was going to make sure won out when it came to dealing with the situation. After all, Sam was a grown adult and had made the choice willingly, as had he. They both knew the consequences of what they had done and could deal with them. He was just going to have to keep that in mind over the coming days.

Feeling his brother shift around in his sleep, pressing tighter to him, giving his midsection a squeeze with the arm that was draped over him, Dean let his hand drift down and his fingers run through the messy mop of hair on Sammy's head. Once more, his brother was partially draped over him with his head resting on his chest. Glancing down at the sleeping Sammy, he couldn't help but smile a little. Yeah, this was good and he wasn't going to back off.

Giving a soft sigh, he shut his eyes and relaxed, hoping to drift off shortly.

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