A Different Kind of Crossroads Pt 4
Dean waited for his green eyes to adjust to the darkness of the abandoned warehouse. He shuddered as the wind howled through a broken window.
Not that Dean was afraid of the wind, or the abandoned warehouse for that matter. The things that scared Dean were far more threatening then mere ghosts and monsters. The feel of his brother's cock gliding between his fingers, rock hard and silky soft at the same time. The taste of salty cum shooting down his greedy throat. The feel of sweat slicked naked bodies falling into each other in a sated embrace; the contentment of sleep stealing he and Sam away from reality.
Dean grasped the gun at his hip, waiting for something to pop out of the shadow at him. This was the last sighting place of the 'werewolves' Derek had told them about. Bobby sent Sam to the local library to check for any wonky history of the town. Dean decided to forge ahead with the stake out by himself. He hesitated, wondering why he felt so invincible; possibly dispensable. He was a sudden liability to the whole hunting operation; his mind to over wrought with desire and need.
The snap of a stick in the far off distance tore his brain back to the project at hand. He flattened his body in a broken down door frame. His breath filling his chest in swift bursts.
"Dean!" A stage whisper filled the long corridor. "Dean!" The long shadow fell across the older hunter.
Dean's eyes squinted at the form looming in the shadows. "Sam?" His husky voice was breathless.
"Dammit!" Sam's exclamation echoed off the concrete floor. "Bobby said you'd be here but I said, no, Dean wouldn't be THAT STUPID! To search an unknown abandoned building without back up. Without even telling anyone where you were going."
"Would you shut up!" Dean drug himself out of the door frame, slowly coming closer to his brother's tall muscular body. "I didn't need to tell you, Bobby knew."
Sam shook his head and sighed. "Dean, you could have died out here."
"No guarantee I won't with you by my side." He shrugged.
Sam growled deep in his throat. The darkness hid the hint of pearl white teeth that peeked out as he snarled. His boots skidded to a stop on the broken concrete. "Well, then how about I make your last night worth it." Sam shoved the surprised Winchester up against a nearby wall. His hand snaking around to grab at the firm curve of ass. "You are not taking advantage of me!" Sam roared, over Dean's futile protests. "I'm taking you!"
Sam held Dean against the wall with one hand and pushed at the belt buckle of the shorter man's pants with his other. Dean struggled against his brother's massive strength, feeling his still soft cock spill out into the crisp night air. Sam grazed the wrinkled skin with his finger tips; fire shooting from his hazel gaze. "How does it feel? To have no say in your own feelings!" Sam's anger coursed between them. "How did I become the enemy? I don't understand." His hand caressed the growing erection between Dean's legs.
Dean wriggled to loosen Sam's grasp, hands grinding into the concrete wall behind him. He shoved a knee forward, trying to break Sam's balance, but only succeeded in fueling the fire by making contact with the younger Winchester's arousal. Sam's head lolled back, a gut wrenching cry filling the night air.
"Sam!!" A gruff concerned voice chased away the heated passion between the brothers. "Sam, are you okay?"
Sam drew a ragged breath, locking on the green pools before him. "Yeah, I'm fine, Bobby." He called. "Just fighting with my brother."
"Dammit Sam!" The voice was still far off down the darkened hall. Sam tucked Dean back in his clothes deliberately slow, leaving him hard against the stiff denim.
Bobby arrived to find Dean's disheveled form leaning against the corridor wall. Sam inclined a hand to his brother, tempting him with touch. "Dean got a little, undone, when I arrived."
"Boys, we ain't got a choice right now. Buck up and save lives. We'll wallow in the soap opera later. Now what have we got."
"No EMF. No, sigils. No signs of anything." Sam responded as if nothing was wrong.
"I. . . " Dean stammered.
"You run off like that again and I'll let that overgrown brother loose on your ass." Bobby watched the lightening pass between the two boys. "Now, what DO we have?" Bobby turned back to Sam.
"Just some town history about some wildcat, bobcat thing." Sam shrugged.
"Let's get back to studying that before we get ourselves killed." Bobby barked.
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Not that Dean was afraid of the wind, or the abandoned warehouse for that matter. The things that scared Dean were far more threatening then mere ghosts and monsters. The feel of his brother's cock gliding between his fingers, rock hard and silky soft at the same time. The taste of salty cum shooting down his greedy throat. The feel of sweat slicked naked bodies falling into each other in a sated embrace; the contentment of sleep stealing he and Sam away from reality.
Dean grasped the gun at his hip, waiting for something to pop out of the shadow at him. This was the last sighting place of the 'werewolves' Derek had told them about. Bobby sent Sam to the local library to check for any wonky history of the town. Dean decided to forge ahead with the stake out by himself. He hesitated, wondering why he felt so invincible; possibly dispensable. He was a sudden liability to the whole hunting operation; his mind to over wrought with desire and need.
The snap of a stick in the far off distance tore his brain back to the project at hand. He flattened his body in a broken down door frame. His breath filling his chest in swift bursts.
"Dean!" A stage whisper filled the long corridor. "Dean!" The long shadow fell across the older hunter.
Dean's eyes squinted at the form looming in the shadows. "Sam?" His husky voice was breathless.
"Dammit!" Sam's exclamation echoed off the concrete floor. "Bobby said you'd be here but I said, no, Dean wouldn't be THAT STUPID! To search an unknown abandoned building without back up. Without even telling anyone where you were going."
"Would you shut up!" Dean drug himself out of the door frame, slowly coming closer to his brother's tall muscular body. "I didn't need to tell you, Bobby knew."
Sam shook his head and sighed. "Dean, you could have died out here."
"No guarantee I won't with you by my side." He shrugged.
Sam growled deep in his throat. The darkness hid the hint of pearl white teeth that peeked out as he snarled. His boots skidded to a stop on the broken concrete. "Well, then how about I make your last night worth it." Sam shoved the surprised Winchester up against a nearby wall. His hand snaking around to grab at the firm curve of ass. "You are not taking advantage of me!" Sam roared, over Dean's futile protests. "I'm taking you!"
Sam held Dean against the wall with one hand and pushed at the belt buckle of the shorter man's pants with his other. Dean struggled against his brother's massive strength, feeling his still soft cock spill out into the crisp night air. Sam grazed the wrinkled skin with his finger tips; fire shooting from his hazel gaze. "How does it feel? To have no say in your own feelings!" Sam's anger coursed between them. "How did I become the enemy? I don't understand." His hand caressed the growing erection between Dean's legs.
Dean wriggled to loosen Sam's grasp, hands grinding into the concrete wall behind him. He shoved a knee forward, trying to break Sam's balance, but only succeeded in fueling the fire by making contact with the younger Winchester's arousal. Sam's head lolled back, a gut wrenching cry filling the night air.
"Sam!!" A gruff concerned voice chased away the heated passion between the brothers. "Sam, are you okay?"
Sam drew a ragged breath, locking on the green pools before him. "Yeah, I'm fine, Bobby." He called. "Just fighting with my brother."
"Dammit Sam!" The voice was still far off down the darkened hall. Sam tucked Dean back in his clothes deliberately slow, leaving him hard against the stiff denim.
Bobby arrived to find Dean's disheveled form leaning against the corridor wall. Sam inclined a hand to his brother, tempting him with touch. "Dean got a little, undone, when I arrived."
"Boys, we ain't got a choice right now. Buck up and save lives. We'll wallow in the soap opera later. Now what have we got."
"No EMF. No, sigils. No signs of anything." Sam responded as if nothing was wrong.
"I. . . " Dean stammered.
"You run off like that again and I'll let that overgrown brother loose on your ass." Bobby watched the lightening pass between the two boys. "Now, what DO we have?" Bobby turned back to Sam.
"Just some town history about some wildcat, bobcat thing." Sam shrugged.
"Let's get back to studying that before we get ourselves killed." Bobby barked.
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