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Y/N glided gracefully from table to table, delivering and disposing of drinks and bottles around the crowded bar. Dean watched as she deftly maneuvered through the bodies, trying to make a dance floor of the space between tables. Arms up, breasts full and bouncing, hips weaving and swaying through the crowd. 

He could hardly keep his mind in the present and not reliving the romp in the sheets they'd had the night before. He knew from experience what those thick thighs felt like wrapped around him; could still feel the soft skin pressed on the sides of his head, how hot and wet her– 

“Need another?" A sultry voice asked from his side. 

Dean turned to face her, standing behind the bar, a smirk on his face. “Another…?”

She put her hand at the base of her neck, clutching invisible pearls. "Sir, are you coming onto me?” She asked, eyeing him cheekily. 

Dean raised an eyebrow. “Only if you ask nicely," he responded with a wink.

She threw her head back laughing, then poured him another double, neat. She winked back at him as she slid the tumbler down the bar to him. Dean had to admit, it wasn't often he met his match in the flirtation department, and Y/N gave him a run for his money. 

Sam was back at their hotel, getting everything packed up and closing up loose ends after they wrapped up the hunt earlier that day. Freaking witches. Y/N had actually been the one to point them in the right direction with some pillow talk after Dean made her cum twice. She thought she was just making conversation, a joke even, but it got Dean thinking, and it turned out to add up. 

Dean had felt something with her that he hadn't felt since Kassy, so he'd wanted to come back and say his goodbyes properly. Y/N got off at two, when the bar shut down, since it wasn't her night for the closing duties. Dean only had to wait about 45 minutes till he could have her again. 

Watching her and sipping on his whiskey had the time flying by, and before long it was last call, and Y/N was clearing off more and more tables as the people filed out. 

Dean put one of his favorite Zeppelin songs on the old jukebox and watched as she swayed her hips to the rhythm. As the words rang through the emptying bar, they hit Dean hard. She had made his stay great, but it was time for him to ramble on. Even if she was the queen of all his dreams. That was the story of his life. Find a little respite, and carry on. 

The bartender looked at Dean when it was time to lock up. He downed the last of his spirits, put the glass down on the other side of the bar, and saluted the burly man. Y/N caught him on his way out with a hand around his elbow. 

“I'll be out in about ten minutes," she assured him. 

“I'll be waiting," he answered. 

Dean waited in Baby, letting her warm up before Y/N came out. He busied himself by popping in another tape, tidying up the front floorboard, and drumming his fingers to the beat on the steering wheel. It wasn’t long before Y/N came bouncing out of the bar, straight for the passenger side, and let herself in. 

“Hit it!” she called out, like she’d just robbed the place. 

Dean chuckled and did as the lady bid. 

Once they got to Y/N’s apartment, she was ready to go. She'd hardly kept her hands off of him as they drove through town to get to her row of houses. If the drive had been longer, she probably would have given him road head. Dean wouldn't have argued. She had him rock hard and ready to blow before they ever left the bar. 

Y/N struggled getting her keys out to unlock the door, but once opened, Dean led them through and shut it tightly behind him. Y/N shoved him against it and began running her fingers up his shirt, twisting her nails around his nipples. He'd go back to Hell before admitting that nipple play was one of his biggest turn-ons, and it's like Y/N had plucked that fact straight out of his brain. But he couldn’t care less as she undid his pants and shucked her shirt off over her head, exposing her generous cleavage to him. 

“Damn, Y/N/N,” Dean hummed into the crook of her neck. 

Reaching around her, Dean unclasped her bra, then skimmed his hands down her back to grab her by the back of her thighs and lift her into his arms. She fit perfectly. Not for the first time, Dean wished she could always be pressed right against him. But that wasn’t his lot in life. 

Kissing her as well as he could while stumbling through the vaguely familiar space, Dean walked them to her bedroom. After placing her at the foot of the bed, he let his hands roam over her body until he got to the band of her shorts. With expert precision, he undid her button and fly, then, teasingly slow, for both of them, he pulled them down her thighs along with her underwear. She lifted her knees to wiggle the rest of the way out of her clothes, and then she was beautifully bare before him. 

Dean was no fool. He knew this was the last time he’d ever get to see her, to have her in this way. Unable to help himself, he took the extra moment to take her in: hair a mess, lips swollen from their kisses, silky smooth skin on display just for him. She lay back, braced on her elbows as she watched him undress. Her eyes were wide and hungry. 

Little Dean bobbed eagerly when he took off his boxer briefs. Y/N bit her lip as he exposed himself, no doubt holding herself back. Dean smiled and flexed, making himself bob again. He knew what he looked like and how much she wanted him. No reason he couldn’t have a little fun with it. 

Just as he’d intended, she giggled, still biting her lip, then she held her hands out to him. Chuck help him, he fell right into her embrace. The feel of her plush breasts against him had him moaning into their next frenzied kiss. Her nails dug into his back, holding him close, and urging him on simultaneously.

Not wanting the night to end too quickly, Dean kissed his way down her body, paying special attention to the places that made her moan and clutch his hair. He silently loved how expressive she was, he liked to know his work was appreciated. When he slid a hand up her thigh to feel how wet she was, he groaned at the confirmation of his efforts. With no hesitation, he slid two fingers into her and crooked them, rubbing that spot that would drive her wild. 

His cock was leaking, but he’d soon see to his own needs, after he made her come at least once. He kept up his ministrations as he kissed further down her body. She had a ticklish spot right above her right hip, and Dean rubbed his stubbled chin along that spot at the same time he pressed his thumb to her clit and stroked. She screamed out, and Dean smiled to himself. Her left hand was bunched up in the sheets, with her right was in his hair, pulling at the longer strands on top. 

Dean gave her hip a gentle kiss, then a nibble, before moving his mouth closer to where his hand was. She was chanting his name, along with affirmations and pleading commands. She was already so close; he wanted to taste it. 

Leaving his fingers inside her, Dean moved his thumb out of the way to make room for his tongue. He flicked her nub with the tip of his tongue, and her knees pulled in tightly around his head. He could hardly move, but didn’t need to to keep up his assault on her g-spot and clit. He kept pumping and crooking his fingers as his tongue worked at her throbbing clit. She was squeezing so tightly around him, he might have worried about losing consciousness. If he could get her to squirt for him, it’d be worth dying for. 

She was so close, he could feel it in the way her channel constricted around his fingers and her knees shook around him. Her breaths were coming quickly as she called his name and a series of curse words and deep guttural groans of pleasure. She was all but ripping his hair out from the roots as she held his head in place and ground her pussy against his face. He wanted to drown himself in her cunt. 

All at once, she constricted even tighter around him, then let go, releasing her hold on him as she came in a gush around his fingers and into his mouth. He flattened his tongue and lapped at her as she pulsed through her release. When she started to push his head away, he gave her a little kiss and a hum, then pulled his face away to grin up at her. 

Of course, she wasn’t looking at him; her eyes were squeezed shut with her arm over her face, and her flushed chest heaving with every breath. He loved his view. She was a stunning creature, Dean considered himself lucky to get to see her like this. 

“Fuck,” she breathed out. “Me,” she finished on another heavy breath. 

“That’s the plan,” Dean said as he removed his fingers from her drenched pussy. 

Slowly, he crawled up her body, planting soggy kisses along the way. She hummed and pulled him up to her face to kiss him, uncaring of his soaked state. Dean licked into her mouth, feeding her the taste of herself. He loved how badly she wanted it. 

Where Dean was happy to stretch out the proceedings, she was impatient. She wrapped her legs around him, holding his hips to hers, then reached down and grabbed his cock, giving it a couple of strokes before she lined him up to her entrance and urged his hips forward. Dean took the hint, thrusting slowly into her, drawing out the moment as much as he could with her heels digging into his ass. 

“In a hurry, Y/N/N?” Dean chuckled. 

“I just need you in me already,” she confessed. 

“Well, you got me,” for now, he added to himself.  

She clenched around him and brought his thoughts back to the present. He had a job to do, and it was his favorite job: make Y/N come on his cock. He shut off all thoughts of the imminent goodbye and let his body take control. He braced himself on his elbows and thrust into her wetness over and over until they were both riding the high of their connection. 

The wet slap of skin on skin mingled with their ragged breaths and groans. Much too soon, Dean felt the pull in his gut preceding his climax. Reaching down between them, he pressed his fingers against Y/N’s clit and began stroking furiously. She writhed beneath him and clenched around his cock, moaning and gripping him tight. Her entire body was thrumming with her need to come.

Y/N’s nails dug deep into Dean’s shoulder, hopefully leaving crescent moons that would stay for days so Dean could remember this precise moment. She let out a high-pitched moan, and then Dean felt her constrict and pulse around him. She flushed as she squeezed her eyes shut and slammed her hands against the headboard. She was breathtaking as she fell apart beneath him. 

Dean’s balls drew up tight, and he came with a—very manly—grunt of his own. To draw out both of their pleasure, he slowed his thrusts and eased his way in and out until he was too sensitive to keep going. He chuckled as he pulled all the way out and lay down beside her. He ran his fingers through his hair and put his arm out for Y/N to snuggle into. 

She ran her fingers along his chest as they let their breaths even out, and Dean traced little patterns on her shoulder with his eyes closed. He tried to burn every moment they spent together in his head. He wished he could stay a little longer, but Sam already had their next job lined up. In reality, they should have already hit the road, but Dean wanted just one more night with Y/N. 

Resigned to his fate, Dean let out a long breath. 

“I know why we have to say goodbye,” Y/N said quietly. “I just don't want to.” Dean was surprised she’d brought it up, the elephant in the room, but that’s part of what he liked so much about her. She was bold and brazen and resilient. She didn’t need him, she wanted him. The distinction was essential. 

“Me neither,” he admitted, holding her closer. 

He could smell her shampoo even over the smell of sex in the air. He took in a deep breath, then pressed a kiss to the top of her head. She shifted, then propped herself up on her elbows to look him in the face. Her eyes were wet with unshed tears, and her smile quivered. She was breaking Dean’s heart. 

“I get it,” she said, then blinked quickly. “You’ve gotta save the world.” She smiled brighter. “A very important job,” her voice shook as she said the last part.

Dean couldn’t take it anymore and wrapped her back up in his arms. He could feel pressure behind his eyes and hated himself for not being able to keep it together for her sake. He kissed the top of her head again as he held her close. 

After a moment, Dean reached down and pulled the blanket around them. He kept her in his arms until her breathing evened out and he knew she’d drifted off to sleep. Carefully, he extricated himself from her embrace and tucked the blanket around her. With the light coming in from the window, he found his clothes, got dressed, and walked to the bedroom door. 

Unable to stop himself, he turned around for one final look. Y/N was sleeping soundly, bathed in moonlight, looking as peaceful as Dean wished she would be for the rest of her life. Hating himself a little more, Dean turned and let himself out, locking the door on his way out. 

For a moment, he lamented Baby’s signature purr as he started her up and backed out of the driveway. A glance upward found Y/N standing at her window, watching as he left like a coward in the middle of the night. 

If he hurried, they could be out of the state by sunrise.

One week into their hiatus and Jared was missing Jensen something terrible. More than just the feel of him, or the sound of his voice, but just his solid presence and sense of security. He grounded Jared in a way that few others could. 

Jared waited until he knew Jensen would be alone in his room and called him. 

“Hey,” Jensen answered, his whiskey-smooth voice coming through the tiny phone speaker and calming Jared’s soul.

“Hey,” Jared said smiling. “How was your day?”

“Good; went to the lake and went out on the jet skis. Mack flipped twice.” Jared could hear the smile in his voice. 

“That sounds like a great day.”

“What did you do?” he asked. 

“Nothing much, just swam in the pool some, read a book.” 

“You read an entire book today?” Jensen sounded shocked. 

“Yeah…”

“I forget how fast you read…” 

Jared laughed. They sat in silence for a little while, Jared imagined Jensen lying leisurely in his bed. 

“You in bed?” he asked, unable to control the yearning in his voice.

Jared could hear him shuffle. “Yeah…” he answered, voice drawing out the word, like he knew where Jared was steering the conversation. “You?”

“Yup,” Jared answered. “Is everyone else asleep?”

“Most likely.”

“Good,” Jared said. “Wanna play?”

Jensen didn’t hesitate to answer, “Yes.”

Jared took in a deep breath. He loved playing with Jensen. He was so responsive and obeyed so well. Of course, it was better in person, but just because they were a few counties away from each other, didn’t mean he couldn’t still get that feeling of control. 

“Yes, what?” 

“Yes, Sir,” Jensen corrected himself. 

“Good boy. Have you been a good boy since we last spoke?”

“Yes, Sir.”

Jared’s dick swelled. “You haven’t touched yourself at all?” 

“No, Sir. Only to pee.”

Just as Jared had instructed him. “What are you wearing right now?”

“Just my boxer briefs.”

“Mmm,” Jared hummed, pleased, picturing Jensen’s thighs hugged by the tight, black material. “Are you hard?”

“Getting there, Sir.”

“I am, just picturing you lying in bed, waiting for me to call you, not touching yourself. Being so good for me.”

Jensen moaned. Jared could feel his growing desperation through the phone. 

“I want you to run your fingers down your neck. Start behind your ear, and keep your touches light.” 

“Yes, Sir.” 

Jared could hear Jensen’s breaths pick up as he followed directions. He could see him in his mind’s eye, eyes squeezed shut, phone in one hand as his other traced a delicate line down his throat. 

“Keep them going, down past your collarbone, down over your peck, around your sensitive nipple. You like me touching you like this?”

“Yes, Sir,” Jensen breathed into the phone. 

“You’ve been a good boy, you deserve to be touched. Pinch your nipple for me, make it hurt.” 

Jensen hummed and it turned into a pain-filled growl. 

“Good boy, now do the other one.”

“Yes, Sir.” 

Jared could hear the shift in Jensen’s voice. He sounded more like he was speaking on autopilot than he had been before. Jared loved that he could lead Jensen to that special place where only his voice and his pleasure existed. 

When he heard Jensen moan again, he reached into his boxers and grabbed hold of his aching cock, giving it a gentle squeeze. “Good boy,” Jared groaned into his phone. 

“Thank you, Sir. Where do you want to touch next?” he asked, breathy and clearly turned on. 

“Are you hard now?” Jared asked.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Mmm,” Jared hummed again, slowly stroking himself. “I want you to trail your fingers down to your hips. Stay over the top of your boxer briefs. And don’t touch your cock. You can touch anywhere you want to on your torso.” 

“Yes, Sir.”

“Tell me what you’re doing.”

“I’m running my fingers down my stomach. My muscles are so tight I can feel the bumps of my abs. Oh!” Jensen stopped for a moment, breathing heavily into the phone. “I hit that spot just beside my belly button that makes my dick jerk.” 

Jared knew that spot well, he liked to suck on it and make Jensen squirm and moan beneath him. “Do it again, rub circles around it,” Jared commanded. 

“Ung,” Jensen made a strangled noise, “Y- yes, Sir.”

“You’re being so good for me,” Jared praised. Being on the phone meant that he had to be more vocal for Jensen to know how much his obedience was appreciated. 

Jensen moaned, his voice cutting off partway through.

“Does it feel good?” Jared asked, picking up the pace of his strokes.

“Feels so good, Sir. Thank you.”

Jared smiled, so pleased with his good boy. “You’re very welcome. Ready to move on, now?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Okay, put your phone on speaker and turn the volume down, then use both hands and I want you to run your fingers along your hips and go down to your thighs. Tease under the hem of your briefs; let yourself feel my fingers digging into your inner thighs. Tell me how it feels.”

“It tickles a little bit, but it feels so good,” Jensen whispered, the phone must have been on his chest because his voice was coming from further away. Jared could still hear his breathing, though, and the sound was equally comforting and stimulating. 

“If I was there, I’d nibble on your inner thighs. Pinch them for me, big pinches, make ‘em hurt.”

Jensen moaned, almost too loud for his current situation, but the sound was enough to draw out some precum from Jared’s dick. Jared spread it around his head with his thumb and kept stroking, imagining that he was there with Jensen and eating him alive. 

“Please,” Jensen begged. 

“Please, what, sweet boy?” Jared purred.

“Please, can I touch myself?”

Jared chuckled. “You are touching yourself.” 

“Please, Sir. Can I touch my dick?” Jensen begged. 

Jared could hear the desperation in his voice and it made his cock throb. This strong, confident man was asking for permission from Jared to touch his own cock. The power flowed through his body and made him quiver with it.

Still, he couldn’t let certain things slide. “I don’t know, can you?”

Jensen groaned, not in a sexy way. “May I touch my dick, Sir?” 

“Okay, I want you to run your fingers over your shaft, but keep the touches light and only use one hand. On the outside of your briefs,” Jared added as an afterthought. 

Jensen groaned in displeasure, but added, “Yes, Sir,” before Jared could reprimand him. 

“Tell me how good it feels,” Jared instructed. 

“Feels so good. I want more. Please, Sir.” Jensen’s voice was strained. 

“Not just yet. Run your finger over your head. Are you wet for me?”

“Nngh,” Jensen slurred. “Yes, Sir.”

“You’re such a good boy, nice and hard and wet for me.” Jared held the base of his cock to keep from shooting his load too soon with the thought of Jensen wrung out, and sticky with precum soaking his briefs all for him. 

“Yes, Sir.”

“Are you still rubbing your head? Getting all that cum stuck to your briefs, feeling how wet you are.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Mmm, I want you to bring your fingers to your mouth and clean them off for me. Let me know when you’ve finished.”

Jared listened as Jensen openly slurped on his fingers. He could almost see Jensen’s plush lips wrapping around his fingers and sucking his own cum off the tips. That lewd image had Jared almost coming in the tight fist of his hand all over again. 

“‘M finished, Sir.”

“And what do we say?”

“Thank you, Sir.”

“Mmm. You’re very welcome. How do you taste?” Jared wished he was there to be able to answer the question for himself. He’d have had Jensen’s briefs wet with his spit by this point.

“Good, Sir.”

“I bet. Alright, I think you’ve earned your reward. I want you to leave your briefs on, but you can reach in and grab yourself. I want you to start slow. Long strokes, all the way up your cock.” 

Jensen moaned. 

“That’s it, let me hear how much you like it. Tell me how good it feels.”

“F- feels sooo good.” Jensen’s breaths were getting heavier and he could barely answer. 

“Run your thumb across your head. Smear all that precum around and get yourself nice and wet for me.”

Jensen made an unintelligible noise of pleasure. Jared’s balls were getting heavy and he could feel the knot in his stomach pulling tighter. He wasn’t going to last much longer, but he wanted to hold out for Jensen. He loved timing their orgasms to coincide. It didn’t always happen; most of the time he enjoyed wringing several orgasms out of Jensen before he would allow himself to come. But Jensen seemed to like knowing that he’d made Jared come, so he always wanted to give him that satisfaction. This was a give-and-take relationship, after all.

“Are you ready to come?” Jared asked. He sure as hell was.

“Yes,” Jensen breathed. “Please, may I come, Sir?”

“Yes, stroke yourself hard and fast, I want it to hurt, come whenever you're ready. I wanna hear it,” Jared answered. 

Jared could hear the slapping of skin over the line, mixed deliciously with Jensen’s whinny breaths heaving into the receiver. 

“Uh, ung, uh!!” Jensen grunted as he came.

Jared responded with grunts of his own, his release spilling out over his fingers onto his stomach and all the way up to his chest. His cock pulsed in his hand. 

“Wring yourself out for me, keep pumping that cock until every last drop comes out,” Jared commanded between breaths. 

“Ah! Yes, Sir,” Jensen gritted out, clearly uncomfortable, but still pleasuring himself. 

“Good boy,” Jared said, pulling his hand off his cock, watching as his cum stretched out between his fingers; wishing he had Jensen’s mouth to clean him up. 

“Ung. Thank you, Sir.”

“Are you finished?” Jared asked, genuinely curious if he was still coming. 

“Yes, now I am, Sir.” Jensen’s breaths were deep and even pants. 

“Good boy. Now, clean yourself up. Lick up every last drop.” 

In Jared’s mind, he watched as Jensen used his fingers to scoop up his creamy mess and brought it to his lips to lick them clean. He could hear the wet sucking of Jensen’s lips. He could feel the ghost of Jensen’s tongue swirling and cleaning each digit. 

“Such a good boy,” Jared purred into his phone. 

“Thank you, Sir,” Jensen slurred.

“How are you feeling?”

“Floaty; really, really good.”

“That’s good. You were so good for me.” 

Jensen mumbled something, but they weren’t full words. 

“Jensen,” Jared said softly.

“Mm?”

“Do you have some water?” Jared asked as he got up to clean himself up.

“Yessir,” he answered.

“I need you to drink some water for me. Then tuck yourself into bed and get some sleep.”

“Yessir,” Jensen said again, words all garbled together. 

Jared waited as he heard the cap of a bottle being opened. He wiped himself off, then got back into bed himself. “Don’t drink too much too fast,” he warned. 

“Yes, Sir,” Jensen said a little more clearly than before. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, Jensen.” 

It was quiet for a little while, then Jared heard the rustling of blankets. “Jared?” Jensen asked.

“Yes?”

“I’ll talk to you tomorrow?”

“Of course, good night.”

“Night,” Jensen said, and then the line went dead. 

Jared lay awake for a little while longer, thinking of how much things had progressed between them, and making hopeful plans for their future. 

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Jared had an itch under his skin that he just couldn’t scratch. He knew what it meant and how to get it gone. But he needed Jensen to play along. 

They shot Dean finding out about Sam drinking demon blood that day. It had been emotional for both brothers, but Jared was feeling amped up from the adrenalin that came with pretending to be hopped up on drugs gave him. He’d also shot a rather steamy scene with “Ruby” that day which got him a little riled up. He needed a way to get things out of his system, which gave him an idea. 

He grabbed his phone and shot Jensen a quick text. 

> Tell Cliff we’ll get a ride home

> Don’t change out of your costume

> Meet me on the seedy hotel set, 15 minutes

They’d been done filming for a little while and he and Jensen had just gotten back to their trailers after debriefing with Bob about their shots for the next day. Most of the crew should be finishing up everything now, so fifteen minutes should be plenty of time for them to be alone on set. 

Jared paced in his trailer as he watched the minutes tick by. By the time he was meant to meet Jensen, it felt like an hour had passed. He took his time walking to the specified set, stopping by the props trailer to get something necessary for what he had planned.

The set was dark and the door groaned when Jared opened it. His heart beat wildly in anticipation when he heard it click shut. 

“Hello? Jared?” Jensen called from the other side of the wall. 

“No ‘Jared’ here,” Jared called back, his voice cool and sure, just like Sam’s. 

There was a slight pause while Jared rounded the faux wall to find Jensen sitting at the foot of one of the beds still in Dean’s clothes. Jensen straightened up when he saw him. 

“Sammy?” he asked, concerned. “What’s with all the cloak and dagger? Did something happen?” He stood and walked toward him, reaching a hand out to touch Sam’s bloodstained face.

“I’m fine, it’s not mine,” Jared swiped his hand away. 

“You were with her, weren’t you?” Dean asked, full of anger, hurt, and accusation. 

“Not that it’s any of your business, but yes. And we were interrupted,” Sam retorted.  

“Oh, pity,” Dean rolled his eyes and turned to walk away.

“You’re the one that pulled that fire alarm, Dean. Why?”

“Because if you have to skulk around in seedy hotels, you shouldn’t be doin’ it!” Dean was right back in Sam’s face.

“Like this place is so much better?” Sam motioned to the room around them, peeling wallpaper and musty sheets and all. 

“Yeah, well, it ain’t the Ritz, but at least it’s not a crack den.” 

“I’m not on crack, Dean.”

“Might as well be,” he said sadly, looking at Sam’s bloody lips. 

“You’re just jealous because I can do things you can’t,” Sam smirked, knowing he was pushing Dean’s buttons. 

On cue, Dean’s jaw ticked. “I don’t need this from you,” he said, then shoved past Sam on his way toward the door. 

Sam was quick though, with a new dose of demon blood coursing through him. He reached out and grabbed Dean’s arm, turning him to face him. 

“Let go, Sam,” Dean growled. 

“You gonna make me?” Sam responded, voice pitched low; taunting. 

Dean tried to jerk away, but couldn’t shake off Sam’s hold. 

“Like I said, ‘we were interrupted’.”

“Sammy,” Dean warned before trying harder to shake off Sam’s grip. 

“Guess you’ll have to do,” Sam said, hauling Dean back to the bed Jensen had been sitting on before. 

“What are you thinking, Sam? Just cuz you’re all hopped up on demon blood, don’t mean you gotta take it out on me!” 

He was putting up a real struggle now, but Sam was stronger. He arranged them so that Dean’s knees were pressed against the mattress, then shoved him. Dean fell back with a thump and tried to roll to the side quickly, but Sam was quicker still and had him pinned before he could make it off the side of the bed. 

“Sammy, this isn’t you. Don’t do this, man,” Dean begged, already giving up his fight. 

“It was always going to end up this way, Dean.” Jared ran his nose along Jensen’s jaw and sniffed his neck. He smelled like Dean. “You, me, here.”

“I think you’re getting a little ahead of yourself, Sam,” Jensen said with a smirk. 

Jared chuckled. Of course, Jensen would call him out on a Lucifer quote from the next season they’d already talked to the producers about. It was just too good to not use in the moment. 

“Why else would you be so jealous of her, Dean?” Sam licked his way up Dean’s neck. 

Dean struggled again but to no avail. 

“You can’t escape this.” 

Sam sat upright, keeping a firm hand on Dean’s chest, rendering him immobile. He slipped a vile out from his back pocket and laid it on the bed next to them. Dean’s eyes went wide. 

“I ain’t drinking no demon blood, Sammy, you can forget it!” he yelled. 

“It’s not for you to drink, Dean, relax.” 

“Yeah, right, easy for you to say,” he snarked. 

“You’re going to enjoy this, trust me.”

“That demon has rotted your brain out, Sammy.” 

“On the contrary,” Sam started, rucking up Dean’s shirt and unbuttoning his jeans. “She’s made me so powerful.” His lip twitched into a brief smirk. “You wouldn’t believe the things I’m capable of now.” 

“Oh, I bet I could,” Dean grumbled, then let out a surprised yelp when Sam’s hand wrapped around his half-hard cock. 

“You want this, brother,” Sam said on an exhale.

“Don’t,” Dean’s voice broke over the word, making Sam’s pulse skyrocket. 

“‘Don’t’ what?” Sam asked just before kissing Dean’s mouth and stroking him at the same time. 

Dean went pliant underneath Sam, and Sam knew that he’d won. Dean was giving in to him; the one person he couldn’t say “no” to. It was all the permission Sam needed to stroke faster and kiss harder. He could feel the flakes of Ruby’s blood craking off of his lips and falling all over Dean’s face. Dean made a noise of protest but didn’t try to fight him off. 

Once Dean’s dick was hard in his hand, Sam let go and used the same hand to pull Dean’s jeans down his legs. 

“Kick your shoes off,” Sam commanded. 

Weak and under Sam’s spell, he obeyed. After he kicked off his shoes, Sam made quick work of removing his pants. Once Dean was bare from the waist down, Sam clicked open the bottle of blood Ruby had sent him home with and dribbled some across his fingers. 

Dean’s eyes went wide, knowing what Sam’s plan was. He tried to keep his legs together, but Sam pried them open and put himself between them so that Dean’s most private parts were available to him. The blood was singing in his veins. 

Dripping with blood, Sam’s fingers found Dean’s hole and began working him open. The demon blood always made him feel like he was about to explode and the only thing that helped was sex; and since he and Ruby were interrupted by Dean’s little fire drill, he’d have to make due. 

He slid one finger in easily and smiled to himself and Jensen was still loose from their morning workout. After a few strokes, he slid in another finger and then a third when he was ready. The demon blood was working surprisingly well. Jared still had the taste of it in his mouth, which gave him another idea. 

“Don’t even try to move,” Sam instructed, then dove down Dean’s body and hoisted his legs into the air. 

Dean grunted but didn’t budge as Sam’s mouth latched onto his bloodied hole. He sucked and licked and devoured Dean and the taste drove him mad with want. Once he’d had his fill, Sam undid his own pants and shoved them down to his knees as he crawled back up Dean’s body. 

Cutting off Dean’s protest, Sam kissed him with the fresh blood on his lips. This time, Dean kissed back, desperate and wanting, knowing what was to come. With no ado and very little fanfare, Sam lined himself up and shoved into Dean. He groaned into their kiss and Sam felt him clench and unclench around his length. 

Unable to hold himself back, he pulled out and shoved back in, over and over again. Uncaring for Dean’s pleasure, he railed into him, stroking himself on the tight velvet of his brother’s open hole. When the blood started to dry, he applied more. Dean’s ass was a wet, red mess, and Sam was enamored by it. Knowing that it wasn’t his brother’s blood, but a demon’s made it all the more illicit. 

Jared laughed to himself, taking Jensen out of the moment. 

“Something funny?” Jensen asked between groans of pleasure. 

“Just me thinking about how hot it is that you’re drenched in demon blood while I fuck you.”

Jensen made a face, but his ass clenched tight, betraying his true feelings. Jared kissed him and fucked into him harder and faster until they were both breathless. 

“Ung, I’m gonna come,” Jensen grunted. 

“Yeah, come on your brother’s cock,” Jared said. 

“Man, come on!” Jensen begged. 

They’d both read the fanfic; both knew what people saw between the two of them on and off screen. But Jensen had always protested a sexual relationship between the brothers; even when they were just playing around. He was much more moral than Jared.

Jared bit down on his ear lobe and whispered, “Come for me, big brother.”

Jensen’s entire body seized up and he came with a shout all over Dean and Sam’s shirts and jackets. They were going to get ripped a new one by wardrobe… again. But Jared couldn’t care about that when Jensen’s ass was milking him dry. He grunted and bit down on Jensen’s neck as he came. 

When he was too sensitive to keep thrusting into Jensen, he pulled out. The sight of his dick and Jensen’s ass covered in blood was shocking. It looked like Jared had literally fucked Jensen a new one. But as gruesome as the sight was, Jared was mostly turned on by it. 

“You look like a werewolf,” Jensen said, once Jared lay down beside him.

“I look like I just ate your bloody ass,” Jared corrected. 

Jensen made another face. “I don’t even wanna look down, do I?”

Jared took a look at his dick and between Jensen’s legs. “Nope. But I gotta admit…”

“That was fun?” Jensen supplied.

“Demon blood makes the best lube,” he finished with a wide smile across his face.