Dead and Gone

Title: Dead and Gone
Author: Barbed_Edge
Rating: NC-17.. Bad language, wincest
Pairing :Sam/ Dean? Sorta...
Summary: Sam copes with the lose of Dean, by covering it up with a lie...
AN: Hmm my first story... so please review.

Sam chases Dean into the pitch black woods, ‘why are you so keen on dying?’ his mind asks an invisible Dean. The sound of branches snapping off to his right made Sam spin around, shotgun at ready. The werewolf they were chasing through the city, on foot no less, bared its teeth. Sam tenses up and hesitates, 'what the fuck are you doing? shoot him!' his mind screams. The shotgun falls to the forest floor, Sam’s eyes filling with tears…there’s blood on the werewolf's claws and a piece of leather in it’s teeth…the werewolf launches it’s self forward. Sam finally snaps out of it, "You sonavbitch. This is for my brother!" Sam pulls out the .357 magnum and fires three shots into the werewolf's heart, it falls to the ground, a wounded howl exiting it’s bloody jaws makes Sam shiver… dread hit. He really didn’t want to find Dean’s mutilated body, but he couldn’t leave him out here; Dean deserved better than that.

The first trickle of rain hit his face and Sam thought that fitting, since now the weather matches his mood. He always thought he would be the first to die, not Dean, not his protector. Tears fill his eyes but he blinks them away, ‘Winchesters never cry’ that’s what his dad always said. The sound of the wind howling through the trees makes Sam pick up the pace. The trail of blood ends abruptly, and Sam looks out at the clearing, the unmistakable form of his big brother laying by a tree. From the tree line Sam can see his brother's not moving, the moon light shinning off his blood covered face. Sam swallows hard and slowly goes forward, kneeling down Sam looks at his brother. Blood covers his face, making him look like a some ones sick joke of comedy. Dean is smiling, Sam reaches down and check his neck for a pulse, jerking back when Dean groans in pain.

"Dean!" Dean’s eyes flutter open, there cool green depths now clouded in a look only the damned get. Sam gasps and slowly tries to clean his brothers face off. "Come on, Dean. Hang in there man." Sam franticly dials 911, his brothers head held in his lap. Sam couldn’t stop the tears from falling, Dean smiled and clutches at Sam’s hand, Sam squeezes back. "Hang on, Dean, please." He sounded pathetic even to himself but Sam didn’t care, his brother could be dying. The sound of the ambulance coming down the road made Sam jerk his head up.

It seemed like an eternity for them to reach Sam, and Sam watched helplessly as Dean was laid out on the stretcher and carried back to the ambulance. Sam wanted to go with them but he knew Dean, and Dean would have wanted him to walk back to the hotel, get the Impala, and drive to the hospital. Sam wipes his eyes and watches the ambulance pull away before heading back to the hotel. The hotel room seemed empty with out Dean, even the car ride to the hospital seemed to take an eternity.

Sam walks into the E.R. and asks the nurse behind the counter where his brother is. She smiles sadly and Sam almost starts crying again. Following the directions, he walks to the room, half expecting it to be the morgue. Walking in, he sees Dean lying there covered in tubes and surrounded by monitors. His heart races, Sam chokes and tears pour down his face. He walks on shaking legs over to the bed side, Dean’s pale face looks inhuman. Sam reaches forward with a trembling hand, his fingertips running over the bruises on Dean cheek.

Shaking Sam steps back and falls into the chair beside the bed, ‘Why? You can’t die on me Dean, I need you more than you know.’ A cough makes Sam look up, Dean looks at him with blood shot eyes. Sam smiles weakly and gently takes his brothers hand in his, his voice weak. "D-Dean I thought…" Dean cuts him off, his fingers brushing weakly against Sam’s lips. Sam closes his eyes and cries, leaning into Deans fingers when he brushes his tears away.

"S-Sam." his brothers voice makes him open his eyes, Dean winces and tries again. "Sam, I’m…" the rest of the sentence is lost in a fit of coughing. Sam jerks forward, looking at his brother in worry. Dean frowns and swallows. "Dean.. I I’m so sorry, I should have…" Dean shakes his head and smirks, then closes his eyes. Sam bites his lip and eye’s Dean in worry, ‘No Dean don’t give up on me.’ The hand in his relaxes and Sam screams for the nurse. A young brunette runs in, and Sam see his life flash before his eyes when the heart monitor starts beeping. The nurses escort a distraught Sam out into the hallway. Sliding down the wall, Sam closes his eyes.

*three hours later*

Sam lays down on the hotel bed, his brothers favorite necklace held in a tight fist. ‘Dean, why?’ If there was a God, Sam was cursing him into hell. The feeling of a hand closing over his makes Sam jerk up. Dean smirks and winks at Sam, "Sam…It’s ok." Sam bites his lip and tries to fight the tears. Dean kisses his cheek and whispers, "Sam you will always have me." Sam gasps and turns into the kiss on his cheek, his lips mere centimeters away from Dean's.

"D-Dean, I miss you so much, it’s killing me." Dean eyes Sam then leans in, his lips brushing over Sam’s in a delicate kiss. Sam gasps and opens his mouth to Dean’s tongue, a whimper passes his lips. "De-" his words turn into a moan when Dean pushes him back on the bed. "Sam, this only…" Sam gasps and kisses Dean silencing the truth. Dean pushes his hand into Sam’s hair and brushes it softly, leaning his forehead against Sam’s.

"Sam, I love you." Sam whimpers and kisses Dean with all his passion. Dean moans and pushes his hips into Sam’s. "Dean." Sam jerks back, Dean arches his eyebrow and looks away. "Dean… You, this." Dean growls and grabs Sam, "Why can’t I Sam? Don’t you want this?" Sam felt fresh tears fill his eyes; yes, he wanted this more than life its self. "Dean... you... I watched you." Dean smirks and his eyes light up with inhuman light… "Ah, yes, a minor technicality." Sam pushes Dean away and jumps off the bed. "Dean, you died, I watched you."

"Good Sammy, very good. You figured it out, college boy." Dean launches himself at Sam. Sam slams into the wall, the wind knocked out of his lungs, Dean pins his hands above his head. "Dean, let go." Dean smirks demonically and presses his body hard against Sam’s. "Make me, Sam, tell me you don’t want this.." Dean presses his lips against Sam’s neck, his tongue tracing intricate patterns before taking his earlobe into his mouth. Sam moans and presses closer to Dean, "Tell me you don’t want this." Sam whimpers and shakes his head. "Tell me, Sam!" Dean hisses in his ear. "I.. God.. Dean, please."

Dean smirks and captures Sam’s lips in a harsh kiss, his teeth tearing at Sam’s lips. Sam jerks back, but Dean presses forward; his fingers finding their way under Sam’s T-Shirt brushing against Sam’s nipples. Sam hisses and arches up into Dean’s touch, smirking Dean pushes Sam’s shirt up and licks Sam’s nipple taking it into his mouth, his teeth worrying it gently. Pulling back, Dean blows cool air over it watching Sam squirm.

"Beautiful, Sam." Dean whispers against Sam’s heated skin, his tongue tracing Sam’s navel before dipping into it. Sam moans and pushes his hips forward. Dean smiles and quickly undoes Sam’s pants, pushing them to the floor. Sam whimpers and pushes his hips up, leaning forward Dean kisses Sam’s stiff cock through his boxers. Keening, Sam looks down at Dean through half-lidded eyes. Dean drops to his knees, his fingers curling in the waist band of Sam’s boxers. Sam whines and pushes his hips up. Dean pulls his boxers down, his mouth wrapping around the tip of Sam’s cock. Sam screams and grabs Deans shoulder. Dean pushes his tongue into the slit, the salty taste of Sam hitting his tongue makes Dean moan. Sam cries out and thrusts his hips deeper into Dean waiting, hot, wet mouth.

Dean pulls back and licks his lips, "Mm Sammy, you taste delicious." Sam trembles and swallows hard. Dean smiles, a predatory glint shining deep in his eyes, "Want more, Sam? Tell me what you want?" Dean grins and stands making Sam whimper at the loss of heat. "Well, Sam, tell your big brother what little Sammy needs?" Sam licks his lips and looks at Dean, his voice a harsh whisper, "K-Kiss m-me, D-De…" Deans lips cut off the rest, making Sam moan loudly into his mouth. Deans tongue presses against his. Sam keens when Dean pulls back, his voice commanding, "Bed now!" Sam’s cock jerks at the tone as he stumbles toward the messy hotel bed Dean hot on his heels.

Sam cries out when Deans hand comes down hard on his ass. Sam’s hips jerk, his cock releasing more pre-cum, "Like that, Sammy, my little slut." Dean words make Sam jerk, his eyes widening. ‘his little slut’ he opens his mouth to state other wise. When Deans hand comes down, hard, Sam jerks and cries out. "Get up on you hands and knees." Sam crawls up, his ass stinging from Dean's harsh hands. His arms quiver threatening to collapse, Dean's hot breath on his ear makes him whimper. "Hmm, I wonder what you taste like Sammy." Sam shakes his head confused at the statement, ‘what?’ Dean’s lips travel down his spine, little nips and licks keep Sam on edge. "Wait." Dean leaves a puzzled Sam on the bed, the sound of Dean's zipper dropping catches Sam’s ears and makes him shiver in anticipation.

Sam turns his head and watches Dean digs through his bag, a long satin sash being pulled free. Sam shivers and whimpers, "Dean what are y.." Dean smirks and puts a finger up to his mouth, shushing Sam. Dean saunters back to the bed, stretching lazily and crawls toward Sam, kissing his mouth gently before tying the satin sash around Sam’s eyes. Sam tenses up Dean clicks his tongue, and runs his fingers over Sam’s cheek. His breath hot on Sam’s face, "I want you to feel, just feel me." Sam whimpers and jerks when Dean's lips brush against his spine, a sensuous lick at the nape of Sam’s neck. "Relax for me, little bro." Sam relaxes but, only slightly. A kiss placed on Sam’s tailbone makes him tense up again, Dean sighs "Sammy, please." Dean smirks when Sam trembles. Dean slides his finger down Sam’s tender ass. His tongue slowly following his fingers, Sam jerks, a whimper of confusion filling Dean's ears. Dean slides his tongue across Sam’s entrance, flicking it with the very tip. Sam yelps and tries to tear the blindfold off, Dean pushes his tongue in effectively stopping Sam’s coherent thoughts, "Oh GOD!" Dean smirks and licks gently his tongue gently probing Sam. Pulling his tongue back, Dean slides just the tip of his index finger in. Sam’s hips jerk, "Like that, Sam, you naughty little boy. Want my tongue back? I’m gonna fuck you so hard you scream." Sam shivers and nods his head. Dean smirks and leans back down flicking his tongue against Sam entrance. "Mm you taste exquisite, Sammy, especially right here." Dean pushes his finger in deeper followed by his tongue. Sam screams and pushes his hips back, impaling himself on Dean’s finger and tongue. Dean moans appreciatively.

"F-Fuck!" Dean smirks and pulls his tongue free, leaning up he strokes his finger against Sam prostate. "Want more, Sammy? Wanna feel my hard cock driving into you tight, wet hole? I’m gonna fill this ass with my cum, Sam." His breath a predatory growl, causing Sam to tense up, "I-I’m gonna c-cum D-Dean." Dean smirks and wraps his hand around Sam's painfully hard erection, sliding his thumb through the pre-cum on the tip. Sam’s hips jerk forward, Dean watches Sam face contort, looking almost painful, before his cum spills down and coats Dean fingers and the bedspread. Dean laughs and licks the cum off his fingers before gathering more on his finger tips.

"Dirty boy, you made a mess," his fingers push into Sam’s mouth almost making him gag, "Clean up you mess." The feeling of Sam sucking his own cum off Dean's fingers makes Dean tremble. Reaching down he strokes his cock, an insane smirk crossing his lips. Pulling his fingers out of Sam’s mouth, he kneels in front of Sam. "Mm open wide, Sammy, I gotta treat for you." Dean thrusts hard into Sam’s mouth. Sam gags tears soak the blindfold, before sliding down his cheek. Dean smirks and strokes the tears off, "Breathe through your nose, Sam." The sight of Sam’s mouth wrapped tightly around his cock almost make Dean cum. Calming himself, he moans loudly when Sam’s throat tightens around his cock when he swallows.

Thrusting with abandon into Sam’s mouth, Dean runs his fingers into Sam’s hair. "God your mouth feels so good, suck harder my little bitch." His hand jerks in Sam’s hair, "Ah f-fuck, I-I’m c-coming S-Sam." Sam gulps down Dean's seed. "Mm, man that was fun." Pulling his cock free, he wipes off the cum from Sam's lips. Before getting off the bed, Sam tenses up when he hears the door. "Dean." The sound of the toilet flushing and the sink running makes Sam relax minutely. Dean crawls behind him, his fingers gripping Sam’s hips, "Hell yeah." is the only warning before Dean slams in, Sam cries out and grips the blankets. Dean moans and forces himself to stop. "Relax, little brother." Sam trembles under Dean, blood trickles down his thighs.

"You’re so tight, Sammy, you feel so great wrapped around my cock. Fuck your self on it, Sam." Sam whimpers but doesn’t move. "DO IT SAM!" Dean growls out, his cock twitching. Sam tenses but shifts his hips, crying out when pain flares up his spine. "Good boy." Dean strokes and massages Sam’s hips, Sam whines and pushes back. Dean growls and grips Sam’s hips pounding into his ass. Moaning loudly Dean smirks and reaches around stroking Sam’s cock back to life. Sam gasps and pushes back onto Dean cock. Crying out Dean thrusts harder and faster. "I god Sam." Dean thrusts erratically before spilling his load in Sam’s ass. Sam screams and cums hard. Sam’s arms collapse and he falls forward. Dean hisses and pulls free, his fingers pulling the knot on the blindfold.

Sam kisses Dean clumsily and nuzzles his neck, "Hmm, Sammy, you naughty boy, already want another taste." Sam blushes and buries his head in Dean’s neck, Dean smiles and runs his fingers through Sam’s hair. Sam’s soft snoring makes Dean smile, and he closes his eyes. Sam’s eyes open and pain races up his spine, wincing Sam jerks his head. Tears fill his eyes, "D-Dean." shaking his head he reaches up and finds that Dean’s necklace is gone. ‘no.’ the door handle on the room jingles before swinging open, Dean smirks and then frowns. "Man, little bro, I only went to get coffee." Sam eyes him wearily then looks at the clock.

Sam launches himself at Dean, the pain only a memory. "Dean never gets up this early." Dean smirks and catches Sam kissing his lips, "Y-you’re not Dean." Dean frown and strokes his tears. "What do you mean, Sam?" Sam shakes his head and looks at Dean's lips before kissing them. "Nothing." Dean’s eyes flash white before he closes them and kisses Sam back.

The black Impala races along some empty highway, and Sam smiles at Dean and kisses his cheek. Dean smirks and cranks up Metallica. Sam knows it isn’t Dean in the car, but, he couldn’t stand to lose him again, but maybe..

This was one lie he was willing to keep….at least for the time being.

TBC….