Blood Brothers

The blade caught his eye and his body tensed. Just the thought  of coppery warmth flooding his mouth, thick sweetness sliding down his throat and through his veins- Chills went down his spine. He wanted to cut and drink until he was on fire. Until Sam was all through his being. 

He curled his fingers until the nails bit into his palms.

"No- You do it." He couldn’t. He might go too far. Might hurt Sam. 

What if he really harmed him?

The blade caught his eye and his body tensed. Just the thought  of coppery warmth flooding his mouth, thick sweetness sliding down his throat and through his veins- Chills went down his spine. He wanted to cut and drink until he was on fire. Until Sam was all through his being. 

He curled his fingers until the nails bit into his palms.

"No- You do it." He couldn’t. He might go too far. Might hurt Sam. 

What if he really harmed him?

Sam. Who was, for as long as Dean could remember, his world. The very thing that kept him grounded. Kept him from floating away and suffocating. 

Dean didn’t know. He truly didn’t. It was just…hard, trying to work it out.

He did know that he wanted to stay. And that he  wanted things to be good ….for both of them. He knew that Sam being miserable wouldn’t ever make him happy . His black eyes actually closed at the kiss, enjoying the feeling and eventually returning it. All too soon it was over. 

And he could feel how empty he was. It hurt enough to want to leave, to just embrace the darkness . Sam was like the sun, warming and filling him up. Not like Dean didn’t remember. 

But knowing how bad things were? How much worse they’d gotten. It was like trying to bask in moonlight. The thing was beautiful, but it could never warm your bones. Sam couldn’t give him that like this. 

Sam’s fingers kept his chin up, and Dean didn’t draw away. 

"You think..there’s enough of me in here to keep….?" He’d done so, so many things he wouldn’t have done as a human. He cheated on Sam, broke that vow that he’d honored for years. He’d left him, weeping in the bunker. It’d been easy.  "You make me feel. … It hurts." But sometimes pain was better than nothing. So he’d keep taking the hits, whether they gave him a good rush or a bad one. Wanting Sam? It burned good. 

Sam didn’t want him.  Even if he was reaching for him. Dean checked his hand for weapons, checked the edge of the pillow with flickering black eyes. 

Sam felt guilty for his words. That had to be it. No way was this going to be alright unless he could ‘fix’ Dean. And, for the first time in only a handful of moments since he’d become what he was, Dean regretted opening his eyes again. 

"You thought I’d be out longer…." Made sense. Sam didn’t trust him. And he shouldnt. Ever. 

But…

Dean did care about him.

"I could’ve left you, too…" He muttered. He shifted hesitantly closer. Pride losing out to how much he just wanted to feel Sam’s warmth again. He’d been aching for it and hadn’t even noticed. 

He was lazily canting his hips against his ass when Sam’s long fingers grabbed his wrist and stilled his movements. 

Sam turned, blinking at him in the dark. Just a barely visible shadow in the windowless bunker. 

He attempted to growl at being stopped, but it came out as more of a little whine, honestly. 

With Sam facing him, he leaned forward to steal a kiss- Again stopped by Sam’s talking. 

"Fine now," he muttered, pulling his wrist away to wrap his arm around Sam. To let his hands press at his stomach again. Drink in that missed touch. Damn this felt good. 

It was like he’d been skinned to nothing but red flesh, open and vulnerable. It’d been so easy before the blood. To let it all go. All of what Sam was saying now? Wouldn’t have even been a blip before. 

"If I wanted to leave, I would have." Could have. Sam was more than that. 

Sam came with worry and hurt and pain and death. Sam was strong burn and Dean wanted to escape it a while for cheap thrills. 

Not just his brother, but the life surrounding it . He withdrew, heavy pets stopping. Sam couldn’t see, but unmasked black eyes were glowering at him.

He was lazily canting his hips against his ass when Sam’s long fingers grabbed his wrist and stilled his movements. 

Sam turned, blinking at him in the dark. Just a barely visible shadow in the windowless bunker. 

He attempted to growl at being stopped, but it came out as more of a little whine, honestly. 

With Sam facing him, he leaned forward to steal a kiss- Again stopped by Sam’s talking. 

"Fine now," he muttered, pulling his wrist away to wrap his arm around Sam. To let his hands press at his stomach again. Drink in that missed touch. Damn this felt good. 

They had barely made it back to the bunker alive. For the first time since Dean had opened his eyes as a demon, he had closed them again to sleep. 

And he’d done it in Sam’s bed, with Sam laying right beside him.  It didn’t take Dean long to regain his lost strength. The power within him…The Mark..What he had become… It was too strong to keep him down and out for long. 

When he did wake, it was early in the morning to pitch dark. It only took him a second to realize that Sam hadn’t drawn the Devil’s  Trap before he fell asleep.

Dean could leave. He could go back to fun and fancy free on the road. Go back to flirting and dive bars and doing whatever he wanted, with no one to pin responsibility to him. It’d take Sam forever to hunt him down again… 

His brother shifted a little in his sleep and his scent  dispersed around Dean. 

But Sam… The blood he’d been dosing him with? It’d felt good. And maybe it was working, because before he could give another moment’s thought to leaving, Dean was nuzzling into the back of Sam’s neck, lips smiling against skin. 

Who needed to go after strangers when he could have everything he wanted….Right here? If Sam would just loosen up…  He could convince him, he was sure. 

He trailed light kisses over his neck and to the collar of his shirt as he fitted his body more snugly against Sam’s. Yes, this was good. This was familiar… This was missed. 

Fascinated, Dean let his hand trail under the blanket and down his brother’s side, gentle and slow  over ribs and muscles, petting and teasing nerve endings as he slipped his fingers under his shirt. 

He’d been locking Dean in devils traps for weeks now to ensure he couldn’t leave while he slept, he’d been giving Dean human blood twice a day, once in the morning and once at night, but after last night he’d taken a calculated risk and here he was…

Feeling kisses and touches and the press of a warm body he hadn’t felt in far too long and his dream was running away with him, a soft sound escaping him now and again between kisses to his skin, his neck, shivering… Nngh— .. “Dean..” Sleep - laced murmur that could’ve easily been a quiet moan, giving away just who he was dreaming about, morning wood twitching in his boxers.

With a low hum that might’ve been a growl, he continued his nuzzling attentions. He let his fingertips dance over hipbones and in over the hard muscle of  Sam’s abs.He moved closer, pushing into Sam’s warmth and scent and presence as much as the sleeping hunter gravitated toward him.

His thumb slipped over navel, and his fingers traced though the happy trail that led to his low slung waistband. He could feel body heat as he teased at the line between cloth and skin and let his finger just barely dip past that edge as he kissed at an earlobe. 

"Dean--" A hitched, husky sound, hips pressing of their own accord into the other's touch, darkened hazels fluttering open with surprise. "W..what are you...?" He was here. He hadn't left. He was molesting Sam in his sleep! ...Why? Okay, stupid question, but-- ohhwhydidhehavetosmellsogood.

They had barely made it back to the bunker alive. For the first time since Dean had opened his eyes as a demon, he had closed them again to sleep. 

And he’d done it in Sam’s bed, with Sam laying right beside him.  It didn’t take Dean long to regain his lost strength. The power within him…The Mark..What he had become… It was too strong to keep him down and out for long. 

When he did wake, it was early in the morning to pitch dark. It only took him a second to realize that Sam hadn’t drawn the Devil’s  Trap before he fell asleep.

Dean could leave. He could go back to fun and fancy free on the road. Go back to flirting and dive bars and doing whatever he wanted, with no one to pin responsibility to him. It’d take Sam forever to hunt him down again… 

His brother shifted a little in his sleep and his scent  dispersed around Dean. 

But Sam… The blood he’d been dosing him with? It’d felt good. And maybe it was working, because before he could give another moment’s thought to leaving, Dean was nuzzling into the back of Sam’s neck, lips smiling against skin. 

Who needed to go after strangers when he could have everything he wanted….Right here? If Sam would just loosen up…  He could convince him, he was sure. 

He trailed light kisses over his neck and to the collar of his shirt as he fitted his body more snugly against Sam’s. Yes, this was good. This was familiar… This was missed. 

Fascinated, Dean let his hand trail under the blanket and down his brother’s side, gentle and slow  over ribs and muscles, petting and teasing nerve endings as he slipped his fingers under his shirt. 

He'd been locking Dean in devils traps for weeks now to ensure he couldn't leave while he slept, he'd been giving Dean human blood twice a day, once in the morning and once at night, but after last night he'd taken a calculated risk and here he was...

Feeling kisses and touches and the press of a warm body he hadn't felt in far too long and his dream was running away with him, a soft sound escaping him now and again between kisses to his skin, his neck, shivering... Nngh-- .. "Dean.." Sleep - laced murmur that could've easily been a quiet moan, giving away just who he was dreaming about, morning wood twitching in his boxers.

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