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Chapter List
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Fallen: 4/4
Author: Johnnyjosh
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Beta: behrbemine, reiver vicious
Spoilers: Season 3
Disclaimer: Kripke created this universe; I just enjoy warping it and borrowing his
boys for my own twisted amusement. None of it is mine, sadly.
Warnings and Notes: Slash, wincest, language and violence. AU, possible OOC,
and General Weirdness.
Summary: Is it possible to fall from grace, and find the one thing left that can keep
you from caring?

"Well, that's where things get a little tricky," Ruby smirked, getting up and
walking over toward the door. "See, he didn't intend it? But Sam led a demon
revolution that changed things, forever. He's a hero." Ruby's smile was
positively evil as she watched Dean's eyes widen slightly. "Sam Winchester,
Demon King, who single-handedly destroyed countless demons, led a demon army
to victory, brought his beloved brother back from the pit and then left the gate
open, giving his entire army free rein to wreak havoc on the world."

"What?" Dean cried, struggling to get up, staring at her in horror.

"Yeah, nice, huh? It's hell on earth now, and your brother? He rules it all."

~~

Dean shook his head and sighed heavily. It had occurred to him after Ruby had
revealed everything that this was probably her plan all along, the real reason she'd
helped them survive. Because like so many other demons, she thought it would be
better to live under Sam's rule, than some of the other aspiring leaders.

But Dean wasn't so sure of that. He'd witnessed Sam's ruthlessness in dealing
with his minions, first with shock, then with tentative acceptance. After all, it
wasn't as if Dean could do anything about it, and why would he want to? They
were demons, things he'd hunted all his life. Even now, as the Demon King's
brother/lover, and something of a demon himself, he couldn't shake the teachings
he'd been raised with. He would feel no sympathy for these creatures; most of
whom, unlike him, had long since forgotten their humanity, and would never
regain any semblance of it.

I wonder just how much humanity Sammy and I have left sometimes. There was
hardly anything normal about our lives, or us, before I went to Hell. But now?
It's as far from normal as you can get� He thought with a troubled frown, fingers
tangled in the blanket as he remembered what had happened immediately after
Ruby's shocking revelations.

~~

"Wait!" Dean shouted as he rose to his feet, the blanket still clutched to his waist
as he took a stiff, tentative step toward the door. He growled when the only
response he got from the blond was another infuriating smirk before she opened
the door.

"Better take it easy, Dean. Death can be pretty hard on a guy. Wouldn't want to
hurt yourself, would you? After all, Sam's probably got plans for the two of you
tonight. I imagine the only person he wants causing you pain is himself." Dean
was sure that for just a moment her smirk faltered, and there was a flash of
something in her eyes, unease, or was it a warning, perhaps? Before he could be
sure, she slipped out of the room.

Dean blinked and jumped as the heavy door slammed shut with a boom.
"Jesus�this can't be happening," he rasped, legs shaking as he looked around,
then sank into the chair beside the bed and dragged one hand roughly through
his hair, his eyes tightly shut. "God, how did things get so screwed up?" His
voice was small and shaky as Dean tried to absorb the full implications of what
Ruby had told him.

"I don't think either one of them is going to be much help to us right now," Sam's
voice, directly in front of him made Dean jump again, black eyes snapping open
as he stared up at his brother. "I brought you some food," Sam gestured to the
table, where a bucket of chicken, some pie and beer were set out. "Figured you'd
appreciate some of your old favorites your first night back."

Dean pushed himself up out of the chair, his stiffness, aches and pains forgotten
as he glared up at the other man. "Is all that crap she said true?" he demanded,
reaching out and grasping the front of the plain black hoodie Sam was wearing,
tugging hard. "How could you do that, Sammy?" The cool, calm expression on
Sam's face, coupled with the hint of yellow still shining in his normally green eyes
further fueled Dean's anger. "Answer me, damnit!"

Sam looked down at the hand fisted in his shirt, then gently wrapped his long
fingers around Dean's wrist, squeezing until Dean's obsidian eyes widened in
surprise. Then Sam pulled the other man's hand away, giving his brother a faint
smile as he reached out to grip Dean's shoulders, forcibly guiding the other man
over to the bed. "Yeah, it's all true," he answered quietly, his expression
changing to a frown as he stared into Dean's eyes. He cupped his brother's face,
thumb running lightly along the older man's cheekbone as he sighed softly. "I'm
sorry I was too late to stop this," Sam whispered, leaning forward to rest his
forehead against Dean's.

"That doesn't matter now," Dean said, voice low and harsh as he pulled away,
snatching up a pair of jeans draped over the back of the nearest chair and putting
them on quickly. Once he was at least partially dressed, he felt a little more
comfortable, less vulnerable. "I'm still me! I remember who I am, what I am, at
least, what I used to be. And I still hate demons! Even if�" He looked over at
the mirror and cringed at his reflection. "I am one now."

"Dean, I know," Sam smiled a bit, the yellow fading completely as he stepped
forward and set his hands on Dean's shoulders again. "That's what makes you
different from the rest of them, you-"

Dean cut him off with a harsh laugh. "Yeah, but are you?" He tried to ignore
the flash of pain in Sam's eyes at the accusation, and the stab of pain he felt as
well for putting it there. "Even though you didn't die and go to Hell, you
just�what? You just suddenly turned into yellow-eyed Psychic Boy? Well,"
Dean gave a weak laugh, running both hands through his hair as he paced the
small space between Sam and the bed. "More like Psycho Boy, wasn't it? Killed
two people, then went from wasting demons, to leading them." He glanced over
at Sam with a scowl.

"I killed those people to protect you," Sam said angrily as the yellow light
reappeared in his narrowed eyes. "As for leading the demons, I didn't have a
choice, Dean! Even if I'd gathered up every remaining hunter in the country, we
wouldn't have stood a chance against Lilith and her army. I had to fight fire with
fire!" Sam reached out and placed his fingertips over Dean's lips when the other
man tried to speak again. "Dean, listen to me. I had no choice. I had to take
down Lilith, it was the only way I could save you," he murmured, fingers sliding
down to cup the older man's chin when Dean made to turn away.

"Am I really worth that much, Sammy, that you'd rather destroy the rest of the
world, than live without me?" Dean's voice was raw, his eyes shining with
unshed tears as he stared up at Sam.

"You really have no idea, do you?" Sam laughed softly, then grew serious.
"Think back, Dean, to when Jake killed me. How it felt when I died in your arms,
and you were left with nothing but your memories and a corpse."

Dean flinched at Sam's words, then narrowed his eyes, tilting his chin up and
growling when Sam's fingers followed the movement and tightened against his
skin.

"You had to live without me, what, a few hours, at the most? Then you went and
did the unthinkable, you sold your soul and broke the one rule Dad drilled into
our heads the hardest, what's dead should stay dead." Sam's jaw clenched as
Dean tried to step away, then his hands shot out and gripped the older man's
biceps. Before the older man could protest, Sam forced him to sit down on the
bed. "I had to watch you die over a hundred times thanks to the Trickster, then
spent months on my own trying to track him down and make him bring you back."

Dean looked up at him in surprise, a little shocked that Sam had chosen to
withhold that rather important bit of information from him all this time. "What?
Months?"

Sam released Dean's arms and stood up straight, swallowing hard as he stared
down at his brother. "Then, just when I'd started to put that behind me, the
demons came for you, and I had to sit there and hold you while you died in my
arms, again, despite everything I'd tried to get you out of it. I just couldn't take it
anymore." He moved over and sat down beside Dean, their shoulders touching
lightly. "Look me in the eye, Dean, and tell me that you wouldn't have done the
same. Tell me that you would have just left me down there, and gone off on a
useless suicide mission to face Lilith and her army of demons with only a handful
of humans and one demon at your side."

Dean was silent for several moments, his gaze trained on the floor as he thought
about it. "You're right," he finally whispered, lifting his head and looking over
at Sam. "I probably would have gone more than a little crazy if I'd gone through
all that. And yeah, I probably would have done the same, march in there, kill
every evil son of a bitch I could, then haul your ass up outta there. But I never
would have left that gate open, Sammy! Why did you do that? How could you let
those damned things loose on the world?"

Sam smiled wanly, looking over at his brother and sighing heavily. "Well, at
least I got you to wrap your head around the first part of it. As for the gate," he
looked away, lips pulled back from his teeth in a slight grimace. "I didn't have a
choice in that, either. I had to walk away and leave it open, as a show of good
faith."

"Good faith? What kind of bullshit is that?!" Dean demanded, staring at Sam
incredulously.

"It's not bullshit, Dean!" Sam cried, bringing a fist down on the bed in
frustration. "Don't you get it? Those demons rallied behind me and followed me
not only into battle against Lilith, but right into Hell itself to battle an even
bigger army. What do you think would have happened if I'd brought you out of
there, then slammed the door in their faces and left them all trapped down there
after all that?"

Dean tilted his head, brow furrowed. "Hm, let's see. Maybe I'd be alive, you
wouldn't be the Demon King, and the world would be safe?"

Sam chuckled and shook his head, leaning over slightly so he was pressed more
firmly against Dean. "Not quite. I needed to be the leader, so I could bend a few
rules to have you brought back without making a deal. As for the world being
safe, no. If I'd betrayed them all like that, things would be about a thousand
times worse than they are now."

"And just how do you figure that?" Dean asked, looking down to where Sam
pressed against him, relief welling inside him now that Sam was by his side again,
even if the circumstances were�less than ideal.

Sam's smile widened when Dean didn't pull away, and he boldly slipped an arm
around his brother's shoulders, pulling him closer. "You remember when Meg
crawled up out of Hell to get revenge on us, how vicious she was?" At Dean's
nod, he continued. "Well, imagine several hundred Megs after they've been
betrayed by the leader they believed in, all clawing their way out together,
gunning for us. Well, mainly me."

Dean's eyebrows shot up at Sam's words, and he allowed himself to be pulled
closer to his brother, one arm unconsciously slipping around the younger man's
waist. "Okay, that's�disturbing," he admitted quietly.

"Mhm, now you see why I couldn't do it. I needed them to defeat Lilith, and get
you back. In return, they wanted out, they wanted their shot at a life up here, out
of the pit. It was a deal I couldn't go back on," Sam said quietly, hand brushing
over Dean's back lightly. "And just so you know, Ruby exaggerated things a bit.
Once you get out there and see the world for yourself, you'll know it's not as bad
as you're imagining it right now. Trust me, the world didn't blow up, there was
no huge apocalypse, it's�a lot like what happened after the gate was opened the
first time, little bits here and there, but it seems almost too quiet sometimes in
other places."

"So, what happened to the gate? Is it�useless now, or what?" Dean asked
warily, wanting to believe Sam, but unable to convince himself that things could
work out so smoothly.

"No," Sam shook his head and smirked. "Turns out Bobby and Jo were going to
try and seal the gate with all of us in there, good thing I had some sentries
posted," he paused, frowning severely.

Dean looked over at Sam, his expression troubled. "Those two were actually
gonna seal the gate, with you still down there?"

"Yeah, they didn't take too kindly to me joining forces with demons, regardless of
the reasons. I guess Bobby decided that even though I'd defeated Lilith, I was a
bad guy now," Sam said quietly, eyes trained on the floor as his arm tightened
around Dean's shoulders. "I suppose the way Ellen and a couple of other
hunters were lost during that battle had something to do with their anger and
bitterness toward me. I told them all to keep their distance once the fighting
started, that it'd be no place for humans, but they didn't listen."

"Aw, shit, Ellen?" Dean winced. "Well, I could see why Jo might be a little
pissed, she had issues with our family already," he said, then looked over at Sam
apprehensively. "Those sentries, did they�?"

"No," Sam murmured, shaking his head. "They didn't kill them, just held them
off until I brought you out, and the remaining demons that had followed me in
escaped. Then we took off and let them shut the gate."

Dean sighed in relief. "Well, at least you didn't let every damn thing down there
get out, that's something, I guess� Where are Bobby and the others now?"

"Hiding, if they're smart," Sam growled, eyes narrowing as he looked away. "I
haven't exactly been feeling warm and fuzzy where they're concerned, considering
they'd been ready to seal both of us away in Hell when I was just steps away from
getting you back." He turned to Dean and cupped the back of his head, leaning
closer and rubbing noses with him. "But I can let it go for now, considering I got
what I wanted," Sam smiled, eyes flashing yellow a moment before he tilted his
head and sealed his lips to Dean's in a possessive kiss.

"What do you mean for-" Dean stiffened, then inhaled sharply when their lips
met, hands moving to Sam's sides as he hesitated, torn between pushing the other
man away or pulling him closer. It was so, so tempting just to sink into the
warmth and love his brother offered, but therein lay the problem. Dean knew
Sammy wasn't the same person anymore. The man holding him was different,
harsher, tainted somehow, changes that had begun before Dean had died. Sure,
most of his basic personality, and his feelings toward Dean were obviously the
same, if those roaming hands, one threading through his hair, while the other
slipped under his shirt to stroke his chest were any indication. But he could
already tell that core of gentleness, the basic goodness and strong conscience that
had characterized his brother had been forever altered. He just hoped they
hadn't been stripped away forever by the powers he now possessed. Looks like
I've got to save you again, Sammy, this time from yourself� he thought as he
slid his hands up, fingers tangling in Sam's hair.

He shivered, a whimper escaping as Sam's teeth nipping gently at his lower lip
pulled him from his thoughts. Dean's lips parted on a gasp when Sam's fingers
found and pinched a nipple, a moan torn from him when Sam deepened the kiss,
tongue tracing his lips, before delving inside to stroke the tip of his own. He
leaned forward and grasped at Sam's shirt, then pushed it up, baring soft, golden
skin. His lips and fingertips practically tingled in anticipation of exploring the
smooth expanse of Sam's chest and abdomen when Sam broke the kiss, then
leaned back and smiled softly at him.

It was those mottled yellow eyes that brought the enormity of the situation
crashing down on Dean again, having the approximate effect of a pail of ice
water being dumped over his head. With a frustrated sound he wrenched himself
away, rising quickly to his feet and staring at Sam.

"What's wrong?" Sam looked up at him, brow furrowed in concern.

"I can't, Sammy�I just�God," Dean muttered, then he turned away and ran
both hands through his hair. He took a few steps forward, then stopped when he
was faced with his own reflection once again, staring into the black eyes that
glared back at him from the mirror.

"I told you, he's not going to be much help to us anymore," Sam said tersely,
moving back on the bed before he stripped off his shirt and tossed it to the floor.
"Come on, Dean, enough worrying about the past, let's celebrate the present,
mainly your return to life, and to me. Come here."

"Sammy, I'm not exactly in a celebratin' mood after waking up as a demon and
finding out the world has been taken over by demons, with my brother leading the
charge, okay?" Dean's voice was harsh as he kept his back to the other man.

Sam's face clearly reflected his displeasure as he watched his brother silently for
a few moments. "Fine, I see we're gonna have to do this the hard way," he
murmured, yellow eyes sliding closed as Sam's head tilted down, his expression
one of concentration.

Dean turned around and was halfway back to the bed before he even realized
he'd taken a single step. Once he did, however, he balked, forcing himself to
come to a stop. "What the hell was that?" He clenched his fists and shot an
accusing glare at Sam. "Dude, did you just pull a whammy on me?"

Sam scowled and opened his eyes, looking up at his brother before his eyes
widened in surprise. "How were you able to�?" Sam gave Dean a puzzled look,
tilting his head to one side, before he grinned suddenly, looking relieved.
"Finally, they're gone. I was wondering how long it would take you to learn to
change them back."

"What are you talkin' about?" Dean asked, one eyebrow raised as he stared at
Sam, confused by the sudden change in his demeanor. When the younger man
jerked his chin up and glanced at the mirror, Dean looked over at it again,
sucking in a sharp breath when he saw that the creepy black eyes were gone and
his own clear, green eyes reflected back at him. "Whoa, what happened?"

"Seems like you're back to your old self again," Sam said quietly, moving up on
the bed and leaning back against the headboard. "Yet another reason for us to
celebrate," his smile turned wicked then, as he moved over to make room for
Dean beside him. "Now, come here."

Dean's expression softened slightly as the last two words Sam spoke seemed to
echo and as before, he moved forward without conscious thought. Just as he was
about to sit down on the bed, something rose up within him and again Dean
forced himself to stop. "Sam!" He shouted, before he took a step back and
directed an enraged glare at his brother, his eyes black once more. "I'm gonna
start throwin' punches if you pull that mind control crap again, you hear me?"

Sam stared at Dean, first in shock, then in irritation. "Okay, that's getting
annoying," he muttered. "Fine, no mind control. I see now it doesn't work on
you anyway. I'm not quite sure how you're managing that neat little trick, but
we'll discuss it later. I've got more important things on my mind right now, like
seducing the brother I fought so hard to reclaim."

He rose to his feet and closed the distance between them, then grabbed Dean by
the shoulders, using his greater size to his advantage as he wrestled the other man
over onto the bed, trying to pin him down.

"Sam!" Dean cried, hands gripping his brother's biceps as he was swung over
onto the bed. He flailed and bucked wildly when Sam's weight settled on top of
him, trying unsuccessfully to push the other man away. "Sammy, would you qui-" His protest was muffled as Sam gripped his chin and captured his lips in a
bruising kiss. Dean growled under his breath, hands digging into the other man's
shoulders as he once again tried to throw his brother off.

Sam merely smirked and held Dean down as he used one long leg to slowly force
his brother's apart before Sam settled between them. He moaned quietly,
grinding against him. "Please Dean, I need you," he murmured against Dean's
lips.

Dean tried to gain some leverage, feet planted on the bed as he attempted to roll
the larger man off him. He curled his fingers, knowing full well the pressure he
was applying to Sam's shoulders must be getting painful by now. At least it
should be, if he's still human� Dean thought apprehensively. Anger welled up
inside him as his continued struggles only elicited a chuckle from Sam, and
without hesitation Dean sank his teeth into the other man's bottom lip, bucking
hard when Sam gave a pained gasp and stiffened in surprise.

Sam managed, just barely, to stay on top of Dean, his hands sliding up to grip the
older man's wrists tightly before pinning Dean's hands to the bed. "You really
want things to be like this your first night back?" Sam asked softly, gazing down
at him with a disappointed frown.

Dean glared up at him. "No, I don't want anything to be like this!" he shouted,
renewing his struggles in earnest. "I don't want to be a demon, I don't want you
being some freaky Demon King, and I don't want the world to be overrun with the
damn things! Last but definitely not least, I don't want to celebrate right now,
because the way I see it, there's not a whole hell of a lot to celebrate!"

"I wish you'd trust me, Dean. You don't understand the way things really are,
but you will, soon enough." Sam leaned down and nuzzled Dean's cheek, or
rather tried to, then reared back to avoid the headbutt the other man attempted.
"Wow, seems your anger brings out the demon in you, full force. That's going to
be interesting," he said thoughtfully, then he sat up, straddling Dean's hips, still
keeping his brother's hands pinned. "It's almost like there's two of you. Regular
Dean, and Demon Dean, like the demon side is some kind of power you can draw
on when you need it. I wonder if purging the memories did that," Sam murmured,
a smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he gazed down at the other man. "I'll
bet that's why you can shake off mind control attempts so easily now. Hm," he
laughed softly, looking down at him with interest. "Would it be possible to take
control of both sides at once?" His smile turned to a full-fledged grin as Dean's
glare turned murderous.

"Sam, I warned you, if you try that-" Dean started, then snarled as Sam cut him
off with another possessive kiss. His eyes widened in surprise when his hands
were suddenly released, and Sam broke the kiss and moved away.

Sam stood at the foot of the bed, yellow-eyed gaze roaming hungrily over Dean's
partially clad body. "I know, I know," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
"No more mind control. But," the smirk that settled on his lips was pure
wickedness. "That doesn't mean I can't use some of my other�abilities."

Dean grunted as he was pushed down hard against the bed. His eyes widened in
shock as he stared up at Sam, the breath being forced out of his lungs as the
mattress dipped beneath him. Dean fought to draw breath, feeling as if a giant
hand had settled on his chest and was now pinning him down. His fingers dug
into the sheet beneath him while he once again used his legs in an attempt to gain
leverage.

"Stop fighting me, Dean, please?" Sam's voice was like velvet as he moved
closer, fingers trailing up Dean's calves, a frown on his face when Sam
encountered rough denim instead of warm skin. "These have definitely got to
go."

Dean drew in air with a loud gasp when the weight on his chest suddenly lifted a
bit. He opened his mouth to speak, but all that came out was a hoarse, surprised
cry as Sam's fingers deftly unbuttoned his jeans before the offending garment was
all but torn from his body.

"Much better," Sam murmured, taking a moment to hastily remove his own
clothing, eyes never leaving Dean's as he did. When the last of his clothing
joined the haphazard pile beside the bed, Sam took a moment to simply let his
gaze wander over Dean's body. His own arousal was made quite clear by the way
his breath quickened, pupils slightly dilated as one large hand skimmed over his
own chest, then down his abdomen, following the line of dark hair down to his
cock. He wrapped long fingers around the hardened length, squeezing gently, a
soft moan spilling from his lips. "I've waited so long for you, for this," Sam said
quietly, before his eyes darted up to meet Dean's again.

Dean had been watching Sam's display, protests momentarily forgotten as his
traitorous body responded to it, cheeks flushed, his own breath speeding up as his
cock stood at rigid attention. He silently cursed his reactions, and then looked
up, about to make another attempt to reason with his brother. However the words
died on his lips when he saw the look on Sam's face, the same look Sam had given
him the night he'd died, when he'd been standing in the protective circle, telling
Sam to go, to save himself.

It was an expression of heartbreaking sadness and vulnerability; green, yes green
eyes filled with need, longing, and haunted by loneliness. Dean's own expression
softened as he gazed at his brother silently. How long was I gone this time,
Sammy? He wondered, seeing the other man's sudden hesitation, as if the
forceful, cold Sam was gone, leaving behind a gentler Sam, one that almost
seemed to be waiting for Dean's permission before continuing.

Black eyes slid closed as Dean sighed softly, then let of his misgivings, deciding to
trust in his brother's earlier words. Sam said it wasn't that bad, that I'd
understand once I got out there and saw for myself, Dean thought. Why
shouldn't I trust him? His decision made, Dean simply opened his now-green
eyes and held one hand out, reaching for Sam, silently beckoning him closer.

Sam didn't need to be told twice. With a soft sound and a smile that radiated love
and relief he strode forward, cupping Dean's face in his hands as he leaned down
to kiss him.

Dean moaned quietly and slid his arms around Sam's shoulders, leaning up into
the kiss, surprised a moment later to realize he was in fact able to move. With a
growl he took full advantage of the fact, flipping them over and straddling the
younger man. "Since this is my welcome back party I think I should be in
charge," he said with a slight smirk, then jerked in surprise as Sam flipped them
back over and draped himself over Dean, effectively pinning him once again with
his weight.

"Not a chance," Sam chuckled, shaking his head, brushing the tips of their noses
together in the process. He saw Dean's eyebrows rise, his brother's chin jutting
up in that almost defiant tilt and Sam grinned, pressing a quick kiss to his
brother's full, soft lips. "Next round's your show, alright? I promise."

Dean nodded, placated for the moment. Then he tilted his head back and looked
up, mischief in his narrowed eyes as Sam nuzzled and kissed down the side of his
throat. He slid his hands over Sam's back, left hand moving up between Sam's
shoulder blades, the right slipping down to the curve of his lower back. His
fingers curled, then Dean raked his fingernails across the smooth skin.

Sam threw his head back and gasped, hips jerking forward instinctively as a
shudder ran through his long frame, drawing a groan from both men. "Dean�"
he whimpered, shivering when the other man's fingertips lightly stroked the
stinging trails left behind.

Dean smirked and watched his brother intently. "That still gets to you, hm?" he
asked softly, surprised that such a simple trick could change Sam from sweet and
considerate, to raw and passionate. "Always did love what it does to you," he
murmured, both hands moving to cup Sam's rear, before he dragged his nails up
the length of Sam's back, pressing a bit harder this time and leaving faint welts
on the bronzed skin.

Sam groaned and arched into Dean's fingers before grinding down against him,
head dropping to rest against the other man's shoulder as he panted softly. He
closed his eyes and smiled at Dean's answering moan, rocking his hips again and
nipping gently at the other man's throat, enjoying the way Dean arched beneath
him. "You know," he said shakily, continuing to grind his hips down in slow
circles, their lengths rubbing together gently, making Dean squirm and buck his
hips. "I'd planned this all out, lots of teasing, lots of foreplay, then a nice, slow
ride, but I'm getting the impression you're not really into that right now," he
murmured, lips brushing against the side of Dean's neck as he spoke.

"Not really," Dean rasped, cheeks flushed and his eyes hooded as he gazed up at
the ceiling.

"You always were a pushy bottom," Sam smirked, lifting his head and looking
over at the bedside table before his hand shot out, carelessly knocking things off
until he found what he wanted, holding up a tube for Dean's inspection.

"Seems someone was confident things were gonna go his way tonight," Dean
smirked, then he slanted a look at the tube and nodded.

"I prefer to think of it as cautiously optimistic," Sam smirked back, before he
leaned down and captured Dean's lips in a kiss. The only sounds in the room
were their heavy breathing and the slight creak of bedsprings as they continued to
grind against each other, until Sam opened the lube. The soft snap of the lid
acted as a catalyst, causing both brothers to moan softly when the kiss, which had
started as a slow, sensual brushing of lips turned to a hard press of lips, teeth
clicking as tongues darted out, teased, brushed and mapped out soft, warm
recesses before battling briefly for dominance.

Dean raised his hands and threaded his fingers through Sam's hair. "Come on,
Sammy," he whispered against the younger man's lips, before nipping at them
gently. His hips jerked up, a gasp torn from him when a cool, slick fingertip
ghosted down the underside of his cock, then slid further down, teasing his balls.
"Christ, that's cold," he whispered, squirming a bit before he opened his legs. A
shiver ran through him as Sam's hand moved lower, fingers stroking lightly over
his entrance. He growled as Sam teased him, one fingertip pressing lightly
against the tight ring of muscle, but not breaching it. "Move it along, Sammy."
He ground out the warning before he slid one leg up, hooking it over his brother's
hip. "Or I will."

Sam smirked down at Dean, obviously enjoying the other man's impatience.
"Alright, alright," he whispered as Dean tensed beneath him. He kissed Dean
hungrily and used his weight to press his brother more firmly against the bed.

Dean moaned softly against Sam's lips as one finger gently pushed inside. He
rocked his hips, silently demanding more, a whimper escaping him as Sam
immediately responded, a second thick finger pressing into him, sliding deep and
seeking out his prostate. He gasped when Sam's fingertips brushed over it, hips
jerking up, and then pressing down against Sam's hand as Dean groaned. He
broke the kiss and shook his head as Sam started to scissor his fingers gently,
stretching him carefully. "That's enough," Dean said, voice low and shaky as he
gazed up at his brother. "I'm more than ready."

"Dean," Sam pulled back slightly and looked down at him, brow furrowed. "I
don't want to-"his protest was cut off when Dean leaned up and caught his lips in
an almost bruising kiss.

"I know you've been waitin' a long time for this, Sammy," Dean murmured, lips
moving lightly against Sam's as he spoke, his hands sliding down, fingertips
brushing over the back of the younger man's neck. "I can see it in the way you've
been looking at me, and I may have had my memories erased, but I've got the
feeling I've been waiting even longer." He let his head fall back onto the pillow
and stared up at his brother with hooded eyes. "Please, Sammy, need to feel
you�"

Sam stared down at Dean, tears in his eyes as he nodded slowly. "Yeah�" His
voice was strained, and Sam's pained expression showed there was so much more
he wanted to say. Instead he lowered his head and kissed the older man, one
hand threading through Dean's hair as the other picked up the tube, squeezing
some onto his fingertips. He inhaled sharply against Dean's lips, shivering for a
moment as he wrapped slick fingers around his own length, coating it with lube.
"You're right, that is damn cold," he grinned at Dean's quiet laugh, then
deepened the kiss, one hand braced on the bed as he positioned himself and
rocked his hips forward.

Dean's eyes flew open and he gasped as Sam pushed in slowly, body tensing up
once more at the burning pain as he was stretched and filled. He bit back a
groan, his eyes never leaving Sam's as he forced himself to relax, the tension
slowly draining away as he adjusted to the intrusion.

Sam groaned, pressing forward until he was buried to the hilt. He bared his
teeth, staring down at Dean as he panted softly, fighting the urge to slam into the
exquisite heat surrounding him. "Dean," Sam said shakily, leaning down and
kissing his brother softly. "Feels-"

"So damn good," Dean finished with a low growl, leaning up and kissing the
younger man eagerly as his hands cupped the back of Sam's neck. "C'mon,
Sammy," he breathed, eyes narrowed to glittering slits as he touched the tip of his
nose to Sam's, tangling their legs together. "Gimme more�" He bucked his hips
for emphasis, pulling a startled groan from the other man.

Sam managed a smile and then kissed the end of Dean's nose. "You got it," he
murmured, before he reached up and gently pulled one of Dean's hands away
from the back of his neck, twining their fingers together and pinning Dean's hand
to the bed. His other arm slid around Dean's waist, pulling the older man closer
as he started to move, his thrusts almost maddeningly slow and gentle.

Dean arched beneath him, moaning softly each time Sam's cock brushed his sweet
spot. He gripped Sam's hand tightly, the other hand moving to curl around
Sam's bicep as he rocked his hips up to meet each thrust.

Sam tilted his head, lips latching onto the side of Dean's throat before he bit
down lightly, leaving faint marks on the smooth skin. He kept his pace slow,
breath loud and uneven in Dean's ear as he nuzzled the other man's cheek.

Dean arched his back, panting softly as he slid his legs up to hook around Sam's
hips. His fingers tightened around Sam's, free hand sliding up into the younger
man's hair. "Sammy," he murmured, then turned his head and nipped along his
brother's jaw.

Sam shivered at the feel of Dean's teeth raking along his skin, his arm tightening
around Dean's waist, pulling him closer. He crushed his lips to Dean's in a
heated kiss, his thrusts coming harder, deeper.

Dean tilted his head back, teeth bared as he sucked in a sharp breath. He
moaned as Sam pressed down against him, his cock trapped between their bodies.
The friction caused by Sam's movements soon had him squirming, a light sheen of
sweat breaking out on his skin as Dean moaned and jerked his hips. "Faster!"
He barked out the word, voice hoarse as he tightened his grip on Sam's hand, his
other arm sliding around the other man's shoulders and pulling him closer.
"Please�"

Sam squeezed his eyes shut, tugging his hand free and wrapping both arms
around Dean, holding him close as he sped up his thrusts. Sweat beaded on his
forehead and upper lip, desperate little noises falling from his swollen, kiss-reddened lips with each hard jerk of his hips. "Close�can't hold it," he rasped,
muscles tensing as he neared release.

Dean cried out hoarsely when Sam's rhythm became erratic, his own hips
snapping up in an attempt to match the younger man's thrusts. The dual pleasure
of his cock trapped between their bodies as they moved combined with Sam's
length brushing his prostate made Dean shudder, a trickle of sweat rolling down
the side of his face. "S�Sammy," Dean panted harshly, trying to speak but
instead his voice trailed off into a wordless shout while he flung his head back,
fingers digging into Sam's shoulders. His muscles tightened as he came, back
and neck arched, arms locked around his brother. He gave an almost violent
shudder, hips bucking, his seed spilling between them in a warm, sticky mess
before he collapsed on the bed, chest heaving, eyes closed.

Sam trembled, then his body stiffened, Dean's name spilling from his lips before
he jerked his hips once, twice, face pressed to the side of Dean's throat as he
climaxed with a hoarse cry. He held his brother close for a few moments, then his
hold loosened, body feeling boneless, as he lay sprawled on top of the other man,
panting harshly.

The two of them simply laid together for several moments afterward, heartbeats
slowing, breathing returning to normal. Then hands started roaming in slow,
gentle caresses, heads turning and lips brushing in light kisses.

Dean blinked slowly, looking up with hooded eyes, cheeks still flushed as Sam
pulled back a bit, gazing down at him with a smile.

"This is how I want it to be between us," Sam whispered, the pad of his thumb
gently stroking under Dean's left eye as he gazed down into emerald depths.
"Not yellow looking into black, just�you and me. No matter what, I want this, I
want�us. Just us."

Dean nodded slowly, turning his head into Sam's hand as it cupped his cheek.
"Me too," he answered quietly, then unwrapped his legs from around Sam's hips,
wincing as the younger man slowly pulled out and moved to lie beside him. He
turned toward his brother as Sam pulled him into an embrace. "That's the way
it's supposed to be."

They stayed like that for several moments, simply enjoying the companionable
silence, before Sam turned his head and looked toward the table, where the beer,
chicken and pizza still waited. He made to pull away, but Dean's arms simply
tightened around him, the older man murmuring something against his chest that
he didn't quite catch. "Just gonna get us a beer," he said quietly, pressing a kiss
to Dean's hair.

"Beer can wait, tired," Dean yawned, burrowing further into Sam's embrace, his
eyes still closed as he enjoyed holding his brother.

"Wow, never thought I'd see the day that Dean Winchester turned down a beer,"
Sam smirked, one hand stroking up and down the other man's back lightly.

"M'not turning it down," Dean murmured. "Just too tired to move, and I don't
wanna lose my blanket and pillow."

Sam chuckled softly, looking down at the top of Dean's head. "Well then how am
I supposed to get a beer?"

"You could always use the freaky Psychic Boy powers to bring the beer over
here," Dean said smartly, still refusing to relinquish his hold on Sam, tangling
his legs with Sam's and pressing closer.

Sam quirked an eyebrow, then narrowed his eyes, trying to focus on one of the
bottles as he held out his hand. The bottle suddenly launched itself off the table,
and Sam winced when it hit his hand with the force of a good baseball pitch.
"Guess I still need to work on the finer stuff," he sighed.

Dean peeked up as Sam flinched and, without missing a beat, plucked the bottle
from Sam's still-tingling fingers. "Nice one, Sammy. Now, you think you can get
that bucket of chicken over here without spillin' it all over us?"

Sam looked down and huffed, then blinked when Dean shot him a cheeky grin.

"Hey, come on, I just came back from the dead, found the world turned upside-down, then had mind-blowing sex. I've had a rough night, I'm famished, now
gimme somethin' to eat already. Besides, I'm gonna need my strength for round
two, right?"

Sam shook his head, a grin on his own face as he started to laugh. "Jerk."

"Bitch."

~~

Dean smiled faintly, feeling a bit of warm color rising in his cheeks. The memory
of his first night back was always one of his most bittersweet, because he saw both
the changes wrought on Sam since his death, and the gentler part of his brother
that was still trying to justify his actions and believed that they were for the greater
good.

"You always were hopelessly naïve and optimistic," Dean chuckled, shaking his
head as he swung his legs over the side of the bed and sat up. He glanced in the
mirror and ran long fingers through his hair, then stood and walked over to the
door. "I need a beer," he murmured with a smirk, knowing full well that he could
get what he wanted without having to leave the room, but Dean just wasn't the sit-around-and-command-minions type of guy.

The heavy wooden door burst open with a crash, and Dean smirked as he strode
out into the gloomy corridor. He felt a hint of amusement as a couple of lesser
demons that had been startled at the sound jumped again when the door slammed
shut behind him.

He made his way down the hall, pinning the demons with a dark, intense glare.
They bowed their heads to him in deference, then quickly moved on. Double-crossing, sneaky sons of bitches, Dean thought to himself, remembering their faces
for later. He'd had a feeling that some of the demons had been plotting against his
brother, and the increasing presence of these lower ranked demons near their
private quarters only served to further fuel his suspicion. That's fine, I'll deal with
them later. He narrowed his eyes, fingers tracing the knife hanging from his belt.
It was much the same as the demon-killing knife that belonged to Ruby; presented
to him by the blonde on Sam's orders.

He knew the knife wasn't so much for his own protection; the powers he'd
acquired during his stay in Hell were more than adequate to keep him safe. Plus,
there was the fact that Sam had made it clear to everyone in his army: if one of
them tried to harm Dean, all would pay. No, the knife was a gift, Sam's way of
indulging his brother. Dean may have become one of them, but, like Ruby, he still
possessed some semblance of his humanity. He also still possessed his training,
not to mention his life-long hatred and mistrust of all demons.

The demons in Sam's army learned very quickly just how deep that hatred ran.
Anyone Dean saw as not loyal to Sam, was killed. Anyone that he saw as a threat
in any way, even an imagined threat, was also killed. Not to mention those few
that had been brave, or stupid enough, depending on your perspective, to join in
using some of the more�derogatory nicknames for Sam's brother, including 'The
Leader's Concubine' or 'Boy King's Whore'. Dean didn't kill those ones right
away� He savored their deaths, tormenting them in ways that made even Sam
raise an eyebrow before suggesting Dean just put them out of their misery already,
as their screams were giving him a headache.

With a sigh he stepped outside, looking around and noticing the slight pall that
hung over everything, as the sun was just dipping below the horizon. He glanced
to the left, smiling faintly as he caught the last burst of color in the sky: orange,
pink, graduating to purple and blue as the first stars became visible.

"Hey, baby," Dean murmured, walking over to the Impala and running a hand
along the roof of the car. He moved around to the front, inspecting it for more
damage, a scowl on his face as his eyes were drawn to where he'd had to replace a
headlight thanks to one of the demons that had a bit of a grudge against him.

The scowl faded as he remembered Sam coming out and spotting him working on
the car, asking him why he still broke out the tools and spent so much time on it.

~~

"I just don't get why you're still practically obsessed with the car," Sam sighed,
folding his arms, a trace of impatience in his voice.

"Sammy," Dean said, then shook his head and fell silent a moment, tamping
down a brief flash of annoyance. "I like workin' on her, okay? She's one of only
two things I've got left. I just�I need to take care of her." He rose to his feet,
wiping his hands on a rag and tossing it to the ground at his feet. He parted his
lips, about to speak again, but a fingertip resting lightly against them stopped
him.

Sam gave Dean a thoughtful look, then nodded and smiled affectionately, hand
cupping his brother's cheek. "I guess I can understand that," he said quietly.

~~

"Nice to see you again." A soft voice coming from directly behind Dean interrupted
his musings and made him jump. He spun around quickly, his knife drawn.

"Oh, it's just you," Dean said quietly, leaning back against the driver's side door as
he glared at Ruby. "You really shouldn't sneak up on people like that. God only
knows what Sam'd do to you if you gave me a heart attack."

Ruby smirked and shook her head slowly. "Not really possible, you and I both
know. Anyway, as I said, it's nice to see you, the real you," she murmured, raising
a hand and gesturing toward her eyes with one finger at Dean's confused look.

Dean frowned, then bent down and looked at his eyes in the mirror. Sure enough,
the black had faded once again; leaving his eyes a bright green. He'd noticed that
lately, they were black for longer and longer periods of time, and it worried him.
"Yeah, it is," he said quietly, standing up straight and gazing over at her. "Hey, by
the way, thanks for lookin' out for my baby," he patted the hood of the Impala
gently. "I wouldn't expect you to kill a demon just for smashing out a headlight.
Strange how you were so quick to defend the car when you've never even set foot
in her."

"Yeah well, when I was human cars weren't exactly a big deal yet." Ruby's eyes
narrowed as she slowly moved closer, arms folded over her chest. "Oh and don't
flatter yourself, I wasn't doing it for you personally," she sneered.

"Oh, so that was for Sam? I'd love to hear the logic in that," Dean sneered right
back, one eyebrow raised.

"Fine. It's like this. Neither of us ever wants to see Sam go totally darkside again.
We both know what would happen to what's left of the world if he did," Ruby
began, walking over and resting her fingertips lightly on the hood of the car.
"Weird as it sounds, this car humanizes you, and you do the same for Sam. That's
why I protected it."

Dean mulled that over silently for several long moments, then nodded quickly.
"Fair enough." He pulled open the door, then paused, looking over at the blond.
"Never thought I'd be sayin' this, but you wanna take a ride?"

Ruby shook her head with a faint smile. "Never much cared for cars, too noisy, too
easy to lose control of. I much prefer our...standard method of travel," she smirked,
gazing over at him. "You know, I'll never figure out how you not only held onto
your most prized human possession, but managed to incorporate it into your new
abilities."

"Hey, what can I say? I'm just that good." Dean grinned, getting into the car and
closing the door. He gave her a quick salute and then started the engine, a satisfied
smile on his lips as it roared to life. He glanced up from the wheel, but Ruby was
already gone. "Your loss, don't know what you're missing," he shrugged, putting
the car in gear and flooring the accelerator.

He reached down and grabbed the first tape that he found, popping it into the
stereo. Soon the familiar strains of 'Back in Black' filled the silence, making Dean
tap his fingers against the wheel in time with the music.

A moment later the sensation of fingertips brushing his cheek made Dean jump, the
car swerving a bit as he accidentally jerked the wheel. "Son of a bitch!" He glared
over at Sam, who was smirking as he sat sprawled in the passenger seat, his hand
dropping down to rest on Dean's thigh. "Don't do that!"

"Sorry," Sam grinned, looking completely unapologetic. "I just wanted to come
and see what you were up to."

"Yeah, sure you are," Dean shook his head. "I'm just goin' to get a beer," Dean
shrugged, slanting a look at Sam and chuckling as the younger man's fingers
tapped the dash in time to the beat. He glanced down at the hand resting on his
thigh, then covered it with his own, squeezing gently.

They drove on in companionable silence, the tape ending, and Sam leaned his head
back and turned toward Dean. "Kinda feels like old times," he said quietly. "You,
me, the car, and the classic rock."

Dean smiled faintly. "Yeah, it does, almost feels like none of it happened when
it's like this, just you, me and her."

Sam nodded, then looked around the interior of the car and chuckled softly.
"Yeah, I wonder sometimes if I should just leave the two of you alone," he teased.
"I almost think you love her more than me." He slanted a look at Dean, holding
back a laugh.

"Aw, don't be like that, you know it's not fair to compare the two of you," Dean
sighed in mock exasperation. "Maybe you ought to spend more time here, then
you wouldn't have to worry so much."

"Well, maybe if I didn't know for a fact that you'd already christened almost every
inch of 'her' with everything from high school cheerleaders to barmaids, I would
spend more time here," Sam answered smarmily, folding his arms and putting on
his best Bitch!face.

Dean looked over at his brother and burst out laughing at the expression on the
younger man's face. "Sammy, Sammy, Sammy," he shook his head slowly, a smirk
settling on his lips. "That was before the crash. I've hardly had anyone but you in
here since the rebuild, remember? She's clean and still waiting to be christened
all over again."

Sam's eyebrows shot up, surprise written all over his face. That thought honestly
hadn't occurred to him. "Huh," he frowned in thought. "Well then, I might just
have to help you two out with that," he snickered.

Dean grinned and nodded. "Nice to know I can count on you." He reached to turn
on the headlights, then paused, his smile turning wicked. "Feel like taking a road
trip, Sammy?"

Sam tensed up slightly, hand gripping the dash. "Uh�"

Dean didn't wait for an answer, jerking the wheel hard to the right. The car swung
off the highway, heading straight for a grove of trees. The Impala vanished into the
shadows cast by the tall trees, the tail lights simply disappearing, the sound of the
engine cutting out, nothing left behind but an eerie silence.

Several miles away, in the parking lot of a small convenience store, the lights
began to flicker wildly, before going out for several seconds. The trio of young
men hanging out in front of the store, scaring away the few customers that came by
this late, looked around uneasily.

People jumped and ran, a couple screaming in surprise as the glare of bright lights
suddenly pierced the darkness at the far side of the lot. The Impala roared out of
the shadows, though there was no road for it to have driven in on, only a brick wall
hidden in the darkness.

Sam shook his head and laughed, giving Dean an amused look. "You just love
doing the phantom vehicle thing, don't you?"

"Aw come on, Sammy, you can't tell me you don't enjoy seeing people jump a little
at the sight of her," Dean snickered, turning the wheel sharply to one side, the tires
squealing as he forced the car into a hard left turn.

The car came to a screeching halt in front of the doors, the small gang of men
glaring as Dean kept the headlights shining on them for a few seconds. "Well
well, what do we have here?" Dean tilted his head back and appraised them with a
smirk.

"Dean," Sam said quietly, watching as his brother turned off the engine and got
out, walking up to the three men. He knew that they didn't stand much chance of
killing Dean, not anymore, but he didn't want his brother's body damaged, either.
He sighed and got out of the car, walking around it to stand beside Dean.

Two of the men watched Dean with lazy sneers, while the third one, a short blond
with too-long greasy hair wearing dirty, faded jeans and a black hoodie, took a step
back. He knew there was no road at the far end of the parking lot, which meant the
car had literally appeared out of the shadows, and that could mean only one
thing� "Uh, guys?" His eyes darted back and forth between Dean, Sam and his
friends nervously.

"Shut up, Jerry," said one of the men, a tall redhead with patches of dark freckles
across his nose, cheeks and forehead. "I ain't in the mood to listen to your pansy-ass bullshit tonight." He took a step forward, all aggression and cockiness as he
pulled one side of his dark leather jacket back, revealing the gun tucked into the
waistband of his jeans. "Nice car," the redhead smirked, tilting his head to one
side. "How about letting me take it for a test drive?"

"Rick!" Jerry hissed, blue eyes widening as his gaze locked on Sam, not at all
liking the cold expression in the other man's eyes. He knew this was going to end
badly, very badly.

"Pansy or not," Sam murmured to the blond. "You're the smartest one here. I'd
leave now if I were you."

The brunette standing beside Rick eyed Dean appraisingly. "How about letting me
take that jacket for a little test run while you're at it?"

Jerry looked helplessly at Sam, then over at his friends. "Mike, don't man�come
on," he said pleadingly, then shot another look at Sam. What he saw in the other
man's face had him turning ashen, and without another word he turned and started
walking away quickly, not even daring to look back over his shoulder.

Dean looked up at the two men with a sly smirk, eyes narrowed. "So, you two
wanna go for a ride, do you?" he asked quietly, eyes closing. "Fine." His eyes
snapped back open, now jet-black, teeth bared as he glared up at them.

"Oh shit, it's one of those fucking freaks!" Rick snarled, reaching for his gun.

Dean's eyes widened, power surging forward, merely intending to pin Rick against
the wall and put a good scare into him. He gasped in shock as Rick was slammed
into the brick with much more force than Dean had intended, his head hitting with
a solid 'thunk', blood spraying along the pale gray cement blocks behind him.

Mike looked on in horror as Rick's feet left the ground, and at the first sight of
blood he let loose a terrified scream before he turned tail and ran, blowing past
Jerry so fast it looked like the smaller man was standing still.

Dean released his hold on Rick's body, frowning when it didn't fall to the ground.
"I could have handled that, you know." His eyes closed, and when he reopened
them, they were green once more as he slanted a look at Sam.

Sam blinked and looked over at Dean guiltily, the yellow fading from his eyes.
"Yeah, well, he was going for his gun, I just�" Sam shrugged. "Reacted."

Dean pursed his lips and shook his head. He knew this was just Sam's
protectiveness toward him surfacing again, and as much as Dean hated to see
humans bear the brunt of it, part of him was always glad to see the proof that at
least their feelings, their dedication toward each other, hadn't changed.

"Well, much as I hate to say this, 'cause it makes me sound like one cold son of a
bitch," Dean sighed. "The world's got enough problems without adding punks like
this into the works." Managing a smile he draped an arm over Sam's shoulders
and steered him toward the door. "Come on, let's get some beer and go have some
fun, hm?"

Sam followed him inside and slid an arm around his waist. "I can't stay," he
murmured, pressing a kiss to Dean's temple. "I just wanted to come and see what
you were doing."

"Aw, what's the matter, one of the horde causin' trouble again?" Dean chuckled,
walking back toward the coolers and pulling out a twelve-pack.

"Somebody's always causing trouble," Sam said, trying for an angry look but only
managing a pout that looked adorable to Dean, though he'd never have admitted
that out loud. "It's hard to keep any kind of order around here sometimes."

"Yeah, yeah, you and your order, ya neat freak," Dean grinned, setting the beer on
the counter. He blinked in surprise as the man behind the counter simply waved
toward the door and told him it was alright. "What?" He asked, giving the man a
perplexed look.

The man stared at them, clearly frightened, having seen what had transpired out
front. "It's okay�you got rid of those damn kids, they were robbing me blind,
hurting people sometimes, I wanted them gone�so just�that's fine. Please."

Sam and Dean shared a look, then sighed in unison and left. "Yes, me and my
order," Sam said quietly, leaning his forearms on the roof of the Impala as he
watched Dean set the beer on the back seat. "No offence, Dean, but I shudder to
think of what kind of 'order' there'd be with you in charge," he grinned at Dean's
put-out look. "It'd be chaos."

"And this isn't?" Dean spread his arms, all trace of humor vanishing. "Look
around, Sammy, the world's already in chaos. Natural disasters you can almost set
your watch by, plagues wiping out half a major city in a couple of weeks, crime at
an all-time high, hell, half the world's already declared martial law." He sighed
heavily and ran one hand through his hair. "I'm sorry, Sammy. I just�I do trust
you, but I'm not really seein' the plan here."

"I'm trying to strike a balance, Dean," Sam said patiently. "You know that's not
always easy."

"There can't really be a balance with demons runnin' around everywhere," Dean
said, clearly becoming frustrated.

Sam smiled and walked around the front of the car, reaching out and tugging Dean
closer, arms winding around the other man's shoulders. " I know you didn't
always pay as much attention in History class, as you should have," he chuckled
when Dean made a sour face at the mention of that particular subject. "But if you
had, you'd know that humanity's strong, their faith and hope have seen them
through countless trials." He wrinkled his nose and looked away. "I will admit
that faith has sometimes been a little misplaced, and not always expressed in
entirely the right way, but it's always been there through plagues, wars, natural
disasters, you name it."

Dean looked up at Sam, green eyes widening slightly as realization hit.

Sam nodded slowly at the look on Dean's face. "I'm trying to give them a chance
to see their way through this, too. That's the big plan. To keep the demons in
check long enough to give the world a fighting chance. It's about as far from
Azazel's original plan as you can get, but hey, he's not in charge anymore. I am."

Dean nodded slowly, arms sliding around Sam's waist. "I don't even want to
know how long ago you came up with that little scheme. What I am curious about,
is why the hell you waited so long to let me in on it!" He scowled up at his brother,
but there was mirth in his eyes.

Sam smirked and lifted one hand, tapping the end of Dean's nose with a fingertip.
"Well, I had to wait until you were ready to hear it, and understand what it all
meant. Sometimes you can be a little slow on the uptake," he goaded, then stepped
away quickly when the older man swatted at his chest.

"Yeah? Just you wait, I'll show you slow!" Dean growled, advancing on him
swiftly.

"Mm, much as I love it when you go all butch on me," Sam snickered, stepping
forward and cupping Dean's face before he captured his brother's lips in a quick
kiss. "I have to go and deal with things. I'll call you when I'm done, alright?"

"Yeah yeah, promises, promises," Dean muttered against Sam's lips, hands resting
on the younger man's waist. "Sure you don't want any help?"

"Uh, no?" Sam laughed softly. "Last time I let you help me 'deal with things' I
had a headache for days from the screaming. Most people say I'm supposed to be
the ruthless one, but they've never seen you deal with a demon that steps out of
line."

"Hey, once a hunter, always a hunter, " Dean smirked, then he shrugged, stepping
back as Sam's hands dropped from his face. "I'll head back soon, just needed
some air. I've been cooped up in that place too long." He turned around and got
into the car, starting the engine. Glancing out the window, he wasn't surprised to
see Sam had disappeared. "Later," Dean murmured, pulling out of the parking lot
and heading for one of his favorite spots, a nearby scenic lookout that would have
been the perfect spot for a lover's lane, before the world had quite literally gone to
hell.

Dean parked the Impala as close to the edge as he dared, then grabbed a beer and
opened it, flinging the top off to one side. He sat on the hood, staring up at the
stars for a few moments, before he lay back on the hood, the warmth of the engine
seeping into his back, the soft sounds of the night nearly lulling him to sleep.

His eyes snapped open when he noticed a shooting star, and he briefly considered
making a wish. Just as he was about to, however, a tingle ran through his body,
making him shiver. Dean smirked, eyes flashing black as he realized he'd just
been summoned. He slid into the driver's seat and started the car, gravel flying as
he shifted into reverse and swung it around quickly. With a smile Dean drove the
Impala into the shadows, once again he and the car vanishing into the night.

Several miles away on a dark stretch of highway, the Impala roared out of the
darkness, appearing on the wrong side of the road, swerving into the right lane just
in time to avoid a collision with another vehicle. The other car spun out as the
panicked driver lost control and slid into the ditch.

"Sorry!" Dean shouted, then chuckled as he floored the accelerator, loving the
powerful surge of the engine as the car lunged forward. The tires squealed, smoke
drifting through the air as he swerved off the road and came to a stop before the
imposing old house that now served as their home, or Demon Central as Dean
fondly referred to it.

He got out of the car and strode inside, walking down the long corridor, noticing
right away that one of the same demons that had been hanging around earlier was
still lurking about. Without a second thought he pulled out his knife and sank it
into the man's throat, watching the flashes of light and puffs of smoke as the
demon made wet choking sounds, grasping weakly at his forearm. Dean yanked
out the knife and glared at another demon, this one in a female body, as she poked
her head around the corner to investigate the noise.

"Clean that up for me, would you sweetheart?" he growled, narrowing his eyes as
he stalked past her, slipping the knife back into its sheath as he continued down the
hallway. He paused outside the door to the bedroom, then opened it with enough
force to send it crashing into the wall.

Sam turned and grinned as he saw Dean standing in the doorway. "About time
you showed up," he chuckled, striding forward and grabbing the front of Dean's
shirt with one hand, pulling his brother forward before he closed the door firmly,
locking it behind him and laying a line of salt across the doorway as well.

"Yeah well, I had to make an example out of someone," Dean said quietly, undoing
his belt and removing the knife, laying it on the table. "Locking me in, are you?"
He smirked, nodding toward the salt line.

"You too, huh?" Sam murmured, moving closer and wrapping his arms around
Dean's shoulders, nuzzling the older man's cheek. "Well, six of one, half a dozen
of the other. Keeping you in, keeping them out." He leaned down, brushing his
lips against Dean's.

"Good plan," Dean murmured, tilting his head up and deepening the kiss. He
shivered when Sam's hands slid under his shirt, pushing it up and stroking over his
chest. His own hands moved to Sam's belt, undoing it before working on the
younger man's jeans.

Sam shivered and pulled back, gazing down at his brother. "Those have got to go,"
he whispered, thumb brushing the tender skin under Dean's eye gently as he rested
his forehead against Dean's. "Just want you."

Dean blinked, then nodded and closed his eyes for a moment. He reopened them,
blackness banished as he looked up at Sam with a small smile. "You've always
had me, Sammy."

The younger man grinned and grasped Dean's biceps, pulling him over toward the
bed. "I love it when you come out with the chick flick lines," Sam chuckled,
falling back on the bed and dragging Dean down on top of him.

The End.

Wow, that was quite the little roller-coaster ride, wasn't it? Sorry I took so long to
complete this, to those of you that waited it out and stuck with me, I hope it was
well worth the wait! <3
JJ
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