Love of the Dawn

Love of the Dawn

Flora Winters

I do now own Supernatural or any of its amazing characters.

Summary: Dean will do anything to bring his brother back to life…anything. M/M, Language.

Chapter Four

He was warm and the soft glow of candles was soothing to his tired eyes. There was a scent of sweet smelling incense in the air and he could feel the soft mattress under him. He slowly sat up on a massive four posted canopy bed. Black silk sheets pooled around his waist like liquid darkness as he gazed around the room that was not a room at all. It was a vast open space all around that he could not form words to describe the shape or the color.

His breath hitched in his throat when he felt strong yet gentle hands grip his shoulders to run down the lengths of his smooth muscular arms in a massaging motion. Warm breath tickled the back of his neck as soft kisses were placed upon it with petal soft lips. Those strong arms wrapped themselves around his waist and he leaned back into that comfortable embrace. He tilted his neck to the side so that those butterfly kisses could be placed their as well.

“Dean,” that rich voice whispered like a warm breeze fanning a flame that would soon engulf him entirely. He wanted the flames. He longed for that scorching kiss that would give him wings of fire.

He was suddenly on his back with a glowing golden body on top of him. Impossibly long fiery red hair billowed like a lion’s mane around a horrifyingly beautiful face with blue eyes burning like a raging inferno deep inside.

Those magma hot lips suddenly crushed against his without warning and he felt as though a wave of lava just crashed into him. His whole body was on fire with want…with need. His large hands fisted into that billowing lion’s mane as the soul enchanting kiss deepened.

That flaming hot tongue battled its way into his mouth and he moaned as his cock brushed against his Incubus Prince’s. His blood raced like a raging forest fire straight to his aching cock and he cried out when some invisible force touched something deep inside him. It was a pleasure he had never felt before in his life. His toes curled as he arched his back when it happened again.

He could feel a nose pressed against his neck and a deep chuckle filled his ears. It was the kind of chuckle that would knock a man flat on his back causing him to cream himself into unconsciousness.

Suddenly he felt those big hands lifting his legs and placing them over powerful broad shoulders. He felt something being pressed against his tight opening and his breath caught in his throat.

“It won’t hurt,” his Morning Star smiled with brilliant white teeth, “It will be a pleasure you will always yearn for.”

It felt as though a spear of pleasure was literally being shoved into his ass. His eyes widened and his mouth formed a perfect “O” of surprise at just how fucking amazing it felt. That massive cock slowly pulled back only to ram right back until it was buried deep inside him again. He cried out as his fingers dug into golden flesh. Pleasure just rippled through his body like the way a pond looks when a stone is thrown in.

That special spot was bumped again and again until Dean heard his own voice screaming and crying out for more. He didn’t want it to stop. Those hot petal soft lips crashed against his like a roaring wave of lava racing down a volcanic mountain slope. He wanted to be damned to this pleasure for all eternity.

The pressure was building in him and he screamed into that burning mouth as his shaft erupted with sprays of pearly seed.

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“Dean,” Sam called out as his brother shot awake looking around with wide unfocussed eyes to see his brother blushing next to him.

“Sammy,” Dean croaked and quickly swallowed the lump in his throat, “What happened?”

“You tell me,” Sam said looking at him in concern, trying to forget the image of his older brother arching his back off the bed like he had, “You just hit the floor…scared poor Ellen to death…and me.”

“I did,” he asked sitting up and feeling that he was once again in need of clean underwear, “I don’t remember feeling weird.”

Sam nodded and handed him a glass of water from the table, “You cried out a name…before you…well, you know.”

Dean felt his face suddenly flush redder than a cherry and he lowered his eyes. This was so embarrassing. Sammy had not seen him have a wet dream since he was fifteen.

“Morning Star,” Sam said and Dean’s eyes widened, “Why would you cry out a name given to the Adversary?”

“I,” Dean stuttered and quickly took a sip of warm water that did nothing for him, “I don’t know.”

“What were you dreaming,” he asked looking at his brother’s lowered head, “You were moaning and hissing, Dean.”

He could feel Sam’s eyes burning into his skull and he got to his feet. He had to get away. There was no way Sammy could ever know. Bobby wouldn’t tell. He promised.

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“Dean,” Bobby growled and took a hold of his shoulders so he could not escape, “What did you do?”

“What I had to,” he said fighting to get free, “I can’t lose him.”

“You sold your soul,” Bobby hissed and squeezed harder which made the younger man flinch in pain, “This will hurt him, Dean.”

“Better than him being dead,” Dean yelled and broke free, “He’s my little brother…I can’t loose him!”

Bobby shook his head, “What did you do, Dean?”

His heart ached and he felt like he was dying. He looked at Bobby and pushed the tears back. He was not going to cry. Men don’t cry.

“I’ve given him my body,” Dean whispered as he crouched down to hug himself.

“What,” Bobby asked with eyebrows disappearing under his cap, “Who?”

Dean looked up at him and tears streamed from his red rimmed eyes, “The Morning Star.”

Bobby paled considerably, “Him?”

Dean nodded and hid his face, “He touched me, Bobby…and…I liked it.”

“Dean,” Bobby whispered softly, “What was the deal?”

“I give myself to him willingly,” Dean mumbled as he fought the tears, “Sammy gets restored and he helps us defeat that yellow eyed bastard.”

“Sex,” Bobby asked, “He wants you for sex?”

Dean nodded, “He said it was more than just that. I’m not really sure what he meant by that.”

“Why would he want to stop him,” Bobby asked looking thoughtful, “He is the Destroyer. He should be loving the chaos this would cause.”

“He likes this world the way it is,” Dean told him, “And he’s been watching me for a long time.”

“Why,” Bobby asked.

“He finds me fascinating,” Dean smiled and Bobby fought the urge to kneel down and slap some sense into him, “He wants…me.”

“You have to tell Sam,” Bobby said, “He has to know.”

“No,” Dean cried jumping to his feet and grabbing him by the front of his shirt, “He can’t know! He’ll hate me! He’ll leave me…again!”

“When do you have to pay up,” Bobby asked making him let go of his shirt before he ruined it, “And will he leave you alone after he gets what he wants from you?”

“I don’t know,” Dean answered honestly, “I don’t even know where he is right now.”

“But you said,” Bobby tried to say only for Dean to cut him off.

“I feel like something is wrong,” Dean said turning from him, “My heart hurts.”

“Your heart,” Bobby asked, “Where he marked you?”

“No,” Dean said and put a hand over it, “Not the outside…the inside…I feel like I’ve lost something really important to me.”

Bobby sat him down and had him explain just what the hell he meant by that. In the end he was more confused than ever. Dean described to him everything that took place between the Morning Star and himself. Some was funny…most was scary…especially the look in Dean’s eyes when he spoke of the Serpent.

“Sam will find out, Dean,” Bobby said, “If I was you…I would tell him before he finds out the wrong way.”

Dean shook his head, “I love him too much, Bobby. I did what I had to do because I love him. No sacrifice is too great.”

“We’re talking about the Devil, Dean,” Bobby fumed, “The Prince of Lies, the Great Deceiver, The Beast of the Abyss.”

“I got Sammy back,” Dean smiled, “And that’s all I really care about right now.”

“And what if he loses you,” Bobby asked, “Then who will keep him from turning dark?”

Dean paled, “The demon will be dead…so that wont happen.”

“And what if Yellow Eyes isn’t the one pulling the strings,” Bobby asked getting to his feet, “What if the Red Dragon is?”

Dean turned and looked away. His heart really hurt. He didn’t even want to think about Morningstar double crossing him. It hurt too much .

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“Dean,” Sam said as he took him by the arms to hold the shorter man in place, “Talk to me.”

“Its nothing,” Dean smiled, “Just a dream, Sammy.”

Sam narrowed his eyes, “You creamed yourself shouting the Devil’s name, Dean.”

“Wet dream,” Dean blushed furiously, “Happens to the best of us.”

“But to the Devil,” Sam asked, “Why?”

“I don’t know,” Dean hissed wearily, “I cant control what I dream, just like you cant control acting like a red headed woman.”

“Jerk,” Sam yelled and punched him the gut, “This is serious.”

“Bitch,” Dean growled and grabbed his stomach breathing deeply as he staggered away, “Where is everyone? We got an ugly demon to kill.”

“I’m not done with you yet,” Sam seethed after him.

“We have a demon to kill, Sammy,” he said, “Before he unleashes Hell on Earth. We’ll finish interpreting my wet dream later, I promise.”

“Fine,” Sam huffed angrily and allowed his jerk faced brother to put an arm around his shoulder, “But first…change your pants.”

Dean blushed and had him in a headlock, “Bitch.”

“Jerk!”

TBC…

Please review and tell me what you think.

Flora