Chosen Part II
Title: Chosen (Part II)
Author: hunters_retreat
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Sam and Dean go undercover to investigate a series of unusual deaths but find far more than they bargained for in the process.
Author's Note: Written for spn_j2_xmas exchange. So I managed to get you a little h/c, some clichés, first time, pretending to be a gay couple (mention anyway), amnesia, and porny wing!fic! Hope you like! :P And sorry for the extremely late posting. My internet died on Christmas Day! And big thanks to miko_jasmine and mass_hipgnosis for betaing this for me! You guys are awesome!
The day was beginning to fade as Sam and Dean made their way towards the circle. Dean had to keep forcing his thoughts to calm down, but his wings continued to twist from scarlet to red-tinged to black. He didn’t think anyone else knew Dean well enough to understand what the change in colors meant to him, to understand his emotions well enough to know the murder that was there, but he’d asked Dean to hide them. It felt wrong to hide them now, to be the one to ask for it like it was some visible sign of what they’d done, but they couldn’t let on that they knew who they were. They couldn’t let on that they were anything more than just the happy couple the others had come to know.
Neither of them believed everyone in the community was a part of the horrific deaths they’d seen, but just because they had a suspect didn’t mean she was the right one, or the only one.
So Dean took a deep breath, calming himself enough that he could concentrate on covering them. He nodded to Sam, but Sam reached out, grabbing his brother’s arm to stop him. “I can still see them, Dean.”
“Yeah I know, Sam. I just need to keep them from seeing it.”
It was more than Sam would have thought he deserved, but he felt better for it. It wasn’t what he wanted, and didn’t he just want to torch the whole god damned community for giving him, so completely, what he wanted, but it was Dean making amends as he always did, trying to patch up the holes between them when he had no reason to.
They separated as soon as they arrived in the communal area, Dean moving to the men he worked with every day and Sam to those that he worked with. The wives came and went, giving advice as they always did and asking about their health. As the newest members of the community everyone worried over them and Sam and Dean had learned to let them. He was grateful to them in a way because as they circulated around, no one seemed to notice the way they looked at one another.
Sam got concerned claps on the back as he moved around the others because he’d been gone all day, but Dean on the other side of the room was getting praised because it was the first time he’d come out to join the community where no one could see his wings. Dean smiled wide and made a lot of jokes about practice makes perfect and hard to keep a good man visible, but when he looked over at Sam, his voice always trailed off slightly before he picked his train of thought back up.
They sat together at dinner and they were no different than at any other meal. It wasn’t hard to keep the charade up with all the social niceties to observe; people kept them talking and Dean’s ability to control his wings were the hot topic of the night. Sam got congratulations as well because Dean kept telling everyone that Sam made him practice so much it finally stuck.
Someone pulled out a guitar as the food was cleared away and Sam watched as Dean went off to join them, his voice blending into the others to entertain them for the evening. They were both trying to keep up their normal roles, though Sam knew how hard it was for his brother to be so open with his voice now that he remembered who it was.
“Not a bad way to spend an evening, is it?”
Sam jumped at Rhea’s voice and shook himself slightly. He gave her a smile though as he pulled the chair closest to him out for her. “Not at all. Before we came here, I can’t remember the last time Dean and I were able to really relax like this.” He said honestly. If nothing else, the two months without their memories, without their burdens, had given them both the physical health and emotional stamina to pick up the trail again after a time when both had felt too heavy to go on.
“It’s a rare thing, to find peace like this. We all make sacrifices to keep it, but you and your Dean will find your way back eventually.” She said softly.
Sam nodded. “I have faith in that.” He said, looking down at his hands. He knew, somehow, that he and Dean would work it all out but it was that sacrifice that he worried about. Which of them would be lost and which would get what they really wanted? He had a sneaking suspicion the answers were both and neither.
“He loves you.” Rhea said, nodding as Sam looked up to see Dean watching them.
Sam nodded, hoping his brother was reading him as well as he always had. “Yeah. I never doubted that. Lots of things I’ve doubted in the world but never that. What about you though?” He asked. “How did you find your way here?”
Rhea smiled. “I was born here. You know the community almost didn’t survive for a while? We were so small, just a handful of us teetering on extinction, but then Alan came along and we were finding more people to come live with us, to worship and love with us. He saved us and I’ve never doubted that he would spend his life giving to this community.”
“Wow, I didn’t realize you’d been here so long. How long ago did Alan come?”
“Two years ago. I know, we’re a bit old to be marrying like that, but I felt like I’d waited for him my whole life. When he showed up in the community and began talking about our ways, I knew he was the one the lord had sent for me. I’ve done everything in my power to support him and to make him stronger.”
Sam smiled, but he felt the creeping tendrils of fear draping over his skin. “You are a formidable woman, Rhea. I have no fear about the community with you and Alan at the helm.”
She laughed at his words, leaning in and kissing his cheek softly. “Perhaps someday it will be you and Dean that take up that helm. We need strength and love to build this community and I see it in you both. Someday we will step aside and the new generation will choose among you. You are blessed and chosen and your love has proven stronger than any that have yet come to us. Someday Samuel, you will make us all proud.”
She walked away and he tried to suppress the shiver that ran through his body. Their memory loss was supposedly proof of their love, but now he wanted to rip her throat out and ask what it really meant, what about them had kept them from regaining their memories as others had. If it had just been a day or two, they might have been able to pass it off as something else. He might not have to talk to his brother about his inappropriate feelings and how it had kept them trapped in an incestuous relationship.
As night fell completely over the farmstead, Dean came up to Sam’s side, sitting close and resting his hand on the back of Sam’s neck, stroking the soft hairs there. He nearly shivered but then Dean was leaning in to whisper in his ear. He knew what it looked like to the others, but there were no sweet nothings. “Rhea left a few minutes ago but I watched her walking away from her house and towards the Miller home.”
“The last man they found.”
“Yeah. So I’m thinking we need to get there.”
Sam nodded and closed his eyes as Dean let his lips trail across Sam’s cheek. “Ready to go?” Dean asked, staring straight into his eyes.
He swallowed against the lump in his throat and nodded. “Yeah.”
The walk was quiet as they followed her, no others out at that time, just as they knew there wouldn’t be. Dean had packed one of their bags and brought it out earlier, hiding it where they would have quick access to it and they grabbed it before going far.
They didn’t know what she was so Sam had a silver-filled gun and a silver, thrice blessed knife at the small of his back. Dean had the sawed-off filled with salt rounds and a smaller gun filled with lead. An iron knife rounded out his arsenal. They also had the standard holy water flasks and their salt and burn gear just in case.
“God I miss the Impala.” Dean said as they continued up the path to the Miller house.
Sam shook his head, the first real smile coming to his lips since he’d woken up remembering who Sam Winchester was. “Everything else that’s going on, and you miss the Impala?”
“Damn straight. We’d be done with this shit already if I had her here and we’d be long gone by now.”
It wasn’t true, but Sam understood anyway. They’d have to book it out of the community if anything went down tonight to get to the Impala and get some distance between them before morning hit. It would be a long enough night without all that, considering the other shit they needed to deal with once they got the hunt over, but Sam knew better than to expect that talk tonight. Hell, he was quite alright postponing it until it was a memory they could laugh over, only it never would be and eventually it would get between them and eat at them until there was nothing left of their relationship but the banter and hunt and everything brotherly was forgotten in the need to keep their distance.
“There it is.”
Sam nodded as Dean looked back at him. They were ready to head into whatever it was, ready to keep them from killing yet another person. Bobby Miller had been found dead three weeks ago, Sam had found out since regaining his memories. They knew him. The community said his wife had left with him, but the police reported that no one had seen her since.
Dean led the way as always, protective big brother, his mind supplied even as it followed with protective angel, for which he was not at all happy about. He had his gun in hand as they moved to the side of the house, trying to avoid the light at the front. They didn’t hear anything from inside, no screaming or shuffling so they moved on to the back door.
They moved silently and Sam tried to keep his attention on their surroundings and not the flare of Dean’s wings, the color that ran from black at the base to scarlet at the tips with bits of orange thrown in. He wondered if he’d ever see all of Dean’s colors, but then Dean stopped and looked at him, sensing his brother off his game and Sam closed his eyes for a second, opening them when he was ready. He gave Dean a firm nod and his brother just looked at him for a second before continuing.
It was in the kitchen that they found the door that led down and they both knew they had to follow the stairs. Dean went first and when they reached the bottom they realized the basement was bigger than the first level of the house. He wondered if there was something similar under their own house and chided himself for thinking of it as theirs, like after this was over they would return to working the fields and sliding into bed together.
The basement was unfinished but support beams were walled together and when they walked in they could see the marks of shackles, understanding then that the Miller house had been used to keep someone chained for a while. The walls had been hastily built as an easy way to hang the restraints. Dirty hay was thrown over the floor as if it would mask the smells and colors of blood and offal that hid in the corners.
They heard a moan from the other end of the room and they both turned towards it. They heard more whimpers and they were moving as one, Dean lowering his weapon as they found Mrs. Miller. She looked too thin, pale and weak and it was only the shackles that held her upright in the chair that someone had given her.
Dean began working at the lock but he only had one hand done before they heard the laugh behind them. Sam brought his gun up to bear, but Rhea only laughed at him.
“She’s done.” She said with a crooked smile. “There’s not enough strength in her to give to us anymore. We talked about sacrifice Samuel, and this is what it really means.”
“We’re going to take her out of here.” Sam said, listening as Dean finally got the second restraint undone.
“No, you aren’t. I’ve been waiting for you Sam. You and Dean are far too valuable to us. Do you have any idea how long I could keep you strung up like that? How long do you think I could keep Dean tame, just by letting you live?”
“Shut the hell up lady. You’re finished.”
“I thought you were a fraud when you showed up, but you passed the sacrifice, and wasn’t I surprised when you turned out to be one of the blessed Sam, when your Dean turned out to be the chosen?”
“What are you doing?” Sam demanded. “Why are you keeping her locked up like this?”
“The blood.” She said thickly, her eyes darting to the woman behind her. “We were all failing, the community and our faith, but I found the book from the others, from the first time, and when I found Alan, I knew he was the one. He was like you Sam, and I made myself his chosen. I bled myself dry to keep the people with us, but then I wasn’t enough and I knew what I had to do.”
Her eyes were dazed and Sam knew the signs of obsession as well as any other hunter. Blood rites and dark magic. “So you found a way to bring others to you.”
“No.” She said, shaking her head softly. “I found ways to make others. It doesn’t work for most so I perform the sacrifice on everyone, for the few that turn. I bespell them all and they lose their memories for a few nights and if they wake with angel blood singing in their veins, then they believe it to be part of their rebirth among us.”
“Enough Sam, let’s get the hell out of here.”
Mrs. Miller was in his arms and at Sam’s nod, his brother switched her to a fireman’s hold. She was unconscious and even if she’d been awake, Sam doubted she’d have been able to help. She just wasn’t strong enough to do anything.
“NO!” Rhea looked at them, her hands outstretched as fire leapt around them. She smiled over the flames and Sam realized there was no getting over the flames as they were. Dean pulled his gun and fired through the flames but it dissipated into the flame and Rhea laughed again.
“I will make you the most precious of sacrifices.” She said over the roar of the fire. “I will steal his feathers and give him back to the world, but without them he will soon die, shriveled and unfettered to the mortal world. And with his feathers and your blood Sam, I will make the people love us. I will scatter the earth with good wishes and they will eat of it and they will be content again. And when you are no more, another will come and take your place until my people are not in danger.”
“You’re drugging the people to keep them happy?” Sam asked.
Her eyes looked past him and to his brothers. “The wings of the Chosen bring peace to the people.”
“Fucking hate the psychotic ones.” Dean mumbled as his eyes scanned their surroundings for something to get them out.
Dean excelled at thinking outside of the box, at getting them out of tough spots with his ingenuity. Sam was good with people and language though so when she started babbling again he focused on that and left Dean to look for other means.
“You can’t escape my circle Dean. Only someone of your blood can release these fires, only one of the Chosen can and I will never set you free.”
Sam looked at her for a second and gave a half smile. “Only one of Dean’s blood?”
He looked back at Dean and his brother seemed to understand. “Why the hell not? This whole place is screwed ten ways from Sunday.” He looked at Rhea. “Would it really have hurt to keep Monday night football?”
Sam laughed as he pulled the knife out of the back of his jeans and slashed across the meat of his forearm carefully. Rhea’s eyes opened wide but she shook her head. “You are the blessed. You cannot stop the circle. It can only be opened by one of his blood.”
Sam’s blood dripped along the edge of the fire and where it did the fire diminished. Dean was waiting, Mrs. Miller lying safely on the floor, as Sam managed to quench the fire in a spot large enough for him.
He was through the ring and pressing Rhea back even as she screamed. He didn’t stop and Sam knew what was resting behind her, knew the second she impacted with the large hook by the sound it made forcing its way into her body.
“No…” She whispered feebly into Dean’s cheek. “Your blood…”
“He’s my brother bitch.”
Dean stepped away from her and then went back to get Mrs. Miller. Dean grabbed his lighter out of his pocket and after Sam found the book she’d been using, the ancient text she’d gotten from the previous Elder’s wife, Dean dropped the lighter onto the floor, watching only a moment as the hay-lined flooring caught quickly.
They carried Mrs. Miller out but they had little hope she’d make it. She’d lost too much blood and there was no hospital close by for them to leave her at. Instead, they decided they’d have to leave her with the community’s doctor and hope he could help her.
They left her there, aware of the Miller house and the fire that the others were coming out to see, before Sam threw the book in their duffle and they began the trek back to the car.
It took a while and Sam had to stop at one point and find a rag in the bottom of the bag to wrap his arm with to stop the bleeding. Dean didn’t say anything, but the red was receding from his wings. The black stayed around the edges of his wingtips but it was the orange that remained brightest. Sam thought of flame and smiled slightly because even if his brother wasn’t saying it, he knew Dean wanted to go back and torch the whole place because his little brother was bleeding.
When they finally got to the Impala, still in the abandoned farm they’d left her in almost three months prior, Dean ran a loving hand over her before getting her started up. He promised her a bath and a tune up as soon as they could stop for a few days and she purred to life in response.
They stopped at the first gas station they came across. Dean filled up on gas and brought out a bag full of food, processed and fattening and full of flavor unlike the healthy wholesome food they’d been getting. Even Sam was drooling over the thought of some beef jerky and Pringles. Dean pressed an orange juice into his hands first though.
“Drink up. Got you some other stuff once you’re done with that but you need to drink that first.”
He knew better than to argue, knew that the nurses that took donations gave you juice and cookies for a reason when you gave blood, so he just knocked back the juice quickly before letting his head rest against the back of his seat.
“Yeah, turns out she was using some witch’s Grimoire to summon the power of angel’s blood to keep the land and its people happy.”
Sam wasn’t entirely awake but he turned into his brother’s voice, trying to remember not to try to get closer to it, as much as he wanted to.
“Seriously man, it wasn’t a joke. She… well… I’ll explain the rest when we get there Bobby. She’s gone and Sam got the book to bring back to you. The people there should wake up from her contentment spell and no one will be any wiser to what happened to her or what she was doing to them.” There was a pause and Dean snorted. “Nah, just taking an easy drive Bobby. Sam got bloodied and I’m feeling a little more cramped on the road than normal. We’ll make it by… hell… what day of the week is it? Ok, we’ll be there by Thursday then.”
Dean closed the phone and sighed as he threw it up on the dash. “Just go back to sleep Sammy. Gonna stop in a few hours and get some honest to god sleep.”
He didn’t answer but closed his eyes. He was almost asleep when he felt Dean’s hand on the back of his neck and he relaxed all the way into the release that it gave.
It wasn’t until the next morning that he woke up again. Somehow Dean had manhandled him into the motel room without waking him. He would have marveled at that a bit more, but then he realized exactly where he was and he had to force himself not to jump out of the bed.
The morning light was covered in bronze wings and he realized he was pulled snug against his brother’s chest. He leaned up slightly, taking a deep breath as he nuzzled against the crook of Dean’s neck. He let his hand rest on Dean’s hip and let out a small sigh of relief as Dean shifted a little closer to him.
When he looked up, he could see the slight sliver of eyes and he knew his brother was awake. Awake and watching him. “Don’t say anything, Sammy.” His voice was harsh, his tone darker and deeper than Sam had heard it in a long while. “Just give me a few minutes and we’ll be back on the road.”
And he did. He bit his lip and didn’t say anything, just closed his eyes and took the few minutes that he’d managed to get and soaked them in.
When Dean’s wings pulled back though, letting the world in, his brain began to work again. Dean got up and dressed, heading out to get breakfast and coffee as Sam hit the shower.
Dean hadn’t pulled back the way Sam thought he would. In fact, he’d just asked for a few more minutes. He thought about the way Dean’s wings pulled over him protectively when they slept and the color that met him every morning since he’d gotten the wings. He didn’t really know what it all meant, but maybe things wouldn’t be as bad as he’d always thought.
When Dean got back Sam had his jeans on, but he’d yet to finish dressing. He idly shifted from website to website, searching for angels that had colored wings, but there was nothing to be found. He thought perhaps whatever was happening with Dean was something outside the realm of Rhea’s expertise, that her dabbling in magic might have set off something else as well as the angelic curse. That was why he had the book, hoping Bobby would be able to help them out with it.
“Breakfast, Sammy.” Dean said, sliding the bag of donuts and bagels across the table as he sat down beside Sam at the table. “Got you bagels in case you didn’t want the sugary grease, but I couldn’t resist.”
It was more of an explanation than Dean had ever made before and he wondered if Dean was aware that he was doing it, that he was acting like Dean, the lover, and not Dean the brother half the time.
“So…” He was starting it, the conversation that he swore he’d leave alone, but he had to know how bad this was going to be.
“Jesus Sam, can’t we just finish eating breakfast first?”
Sam took a deep breath because the last thing he wanted was Dean on the defensive, but he didn’t think it was possible for him to wait. “I’m sorry. I just don’t know where I stand with you. I can deal with all the other shit that’s come our way Dean, but I can’t sit around wondering if I should be packing my bags or if we’re okay.”
“You really ready to pack your bags over this, Sam?” Dean asked, his wings taking on the hint of tarnished gold as black crept up the edges again.
“No.” He said immediately, hating that Dean would think he wanted that, that he would ever want to leave his brother. In all the times he’d walked out, leaving Dean had always been the hardest part. “I just thought you’d want me to.”
“What?”
“After you found out, I just figured you’d want me gone. I know you man, you’d try to find some way to make this your fault and then I’d be on the road for my own good with nothing but some stupid postcard in my PO Box every 10,000 miles.”
Dean stared at him for a minute and leaned forward, one arm resting on his knee as he looked at his brother. “What exactly am I kicking you out for, Sammy? Tell me, in exact words, why I’m kicking you to the curb.”
Sam took a deep breath because Dean was too close. His wings pulled away from Sam and then they were suddenly gone as if Dean realized they were giving him away with their color-coded messages. He focused behind Dean where he knew the wings to be, but there was nothing to tell him where they were. He wanted to cry in frustration because it always felt like a loss when Dean hid his wings, but he didn’t deserve the upper hand in this and he knew it.
He looked at Dean then, looked him in the eye because if he was going to admit this he was going to be man enough to do it face to face, not staring at his shoelaces or looking for his protective angel in the shadows of his brother’s body.
“Because I’m in love with you. I was before I left for Stanford and I knew I had to leave before you found out. I knew you’d make this about something you did and it never was, it was just me wanting you in ways I had no right to. And now you know. It was my fault her spell kept our memories for so long, my feelings for you that held us back. Jesus Dean, we might have been able to save the Millers if I didn’t feel like this.”
“You think it’s wrong?”
It was more of a statement than a question really, but Sam answered anyway. “You’re my brother.”
“Did it feel wrong, Sam?”
“What?”
Dean moved off his chair, pushing between Sam’s legs. “Did it feel wrong when we were there, without the memories but knowing who we were? Did it feel wrong this morning, waking up beside me?”
Sam looked away then, unsure of how to answer Dean. He didn’t know what his brother was trying to do and he didn’t know what would come next. Dean wasn’t moving though and he knew he was waiting for an answer. He could lie, but Dean would know it as soon as he spoke the words. “No.” He whispered. “It felt like I was supposed to be there.”
Dean’s breath stuttered and Sam knew it was time to pay the price. When he looked up at Dean though, his brother was shaking his head slightly. “You’re an idiot, Sammy.” He said, and his smile was fond, if exasperated. “We both are.”
Before he could respond to that, Dean was pressed up into Sam’s space and their lips were pressed together. His mouth opened of its own accord and then his hands were fisting in Dean’s shirt, holding him closer.
He felt the brush of wings against his cheek and groaned into Dean’s mouth.
“Come on Sammy... breakfast can wait. Let’s go back to bed.”
Sam opened his eyes, looking up hopefully at his brother. “Dean?”
“Yeah Sammy, it’s alright.”
“Yeah?”
Dean pulled him from the chair and pushed him back onto the bed before he was covering his body completely with his own. “Don’t know how you managed to miss it all these years, but I love your dumb ass too.”
Sam felt his lips pull up slightly, then a real smile began to form as he watched his brother, his lover, smile down at him. Dean moved in, kissing him lightly but then Sam reached a hand out, stroking over his brother’s wings and Dean’s whole body shivered over him.
“Thought I’d never get to feel you do that again.” Dean admitted into Sam’s neck as he pulled at Sam’s shirt. He managed to get it over his head and then Sam was ripping at Dean’s. They began to undress one another, not caring for finesse but working to get the other naked as fast as they could.
Sam was the one that pushed Dean down onto the bed this time, a smile on his face as Dean scrambled up onto his elbows. “Back against the headboard, Dean.” He said as he crawled up his brother’s legs. Dean didn’t say anything, just nodded as Sam wrapped his lips around his cock. He licked and sucked at Dean until his brother pulled him off, pulling his mouth to his in a kiss that was demanding and hard. He let himself be manhandled because it was where he wanted to be anyway, riding on his brother’s lap as he rested his back on the headboard, pillows propped behind him to make sure he didn’t hurt the wing base with too much pressure. His hand rolled down his brother’s chest and stopped at his necklace, the one Sam had given him ages ago. It was then that he realized what Dean’s wings meant, realized that the bronze of his wings matched the amulet around his neck. He kissed his brother hard, then lifted up onto his knees and didn’t bother with prep or anything else. He wrapped his fingers around his brother and positioned himself just right before sliding down his thick length.
Dean hissed, a breath that sounded like his name and a prayer in one and Sam leaned up to take the headboard in hand to leverage himself better. Dean’s hands went to his hips, pulling Sam up and back down again, riding him harder and stronger than Sam would have done on his own. He let his head fall back and closed his eyes, concentrating on the feel of his brother moving inside him, his fucking brother who he’d dreamed of for years, who he’d had for two months and feared never having again. It was too much and he was torn between coming just then and making it last all day long.
Dean took it out of his hands really, because just as Dean was biting back a loud groan that Sam recognized and knew meant his brother was on edge, his wings pulled up around Sam, dark bronze and pressing into his skin and Sam was reaching out, gasping as orgasm hit, his hands fisting in feathers that turned his brother’s incoherent moans into a primal scream.
He fell forward onto his brother’s chest and stayed there until the tremors fell from both their bodies. “Jesus Sammy.” He heard his brother whisper in his ear, a half laugh thrown into it.
He smiled as he sat up, watched Dean’s eyes close for a second at the feeling of Sam moving while he was still inside him, and kissed him again, leaning in slow to let his brother pull away if he wanted.
It was different than sex, the slow press of lips, the lingering breath that passed between them and he wanted to give Dean the time to pull away if he needed. Dean’s hand cupped the back of his head though, pulling Sam in and he smiled into it.
“Breakfast?” He managed to mumble out as they broke the kiss.
Dean laughed. “Shower, then breakfast.”
“So not fair man. You already had a donut.”
“And you had a shower so stop bitching.”
Sam nodded, but smiled again as he leaned up, letting Dean fall from his body. “Shower might just be big enough for two.”
“Show me.”
It was late afternoon before they managed to hit the road and Sam was smiling like he’d just gotten every present he’d ever wanted, but had missed. He wasn’t sure that he hadn’t, because Sam couldn’t remember ever wanting anything more than home and safe and Dean.
Dean seemed lighter too, but when he sat in the Impala he shook his head, sighing as he tried to find a comfortable position. “God damn it.” He finally said as he started the Impala.
“What?
“Need more room.”
“What?”
“The car. I mean, I’ve never had problems with the leg room or head room, but it’s not like they built her for wing span.”
Sam laughed as he looked over, Dean’s wings shoved back against the seat as close as they could. Dean glared at him. “Laugh all you want, but I’m gonna get cramped like this and you’ll be rubbing it out for the rest of the night.”
He thought about what happened whenever he touched Dean’s wing joints and smiled. “Anytime.” But then he knew his brother and knew he’d deal with it because it was the Impala and he wasn’t about to do anything. “Maybe… if you stretched the one side out when you’re driving, when it’s my turn you could stretch the other.”
“Not really enough room.”
Sam leaned forward and nodded. “I don’t mind if you want to put it behind me.”
Dean looked at him for a second and smiled. “Yeah, I bet.”
“You want the space or not?”
Dean let one wing slide out and when he was settled, Sam sat back against it, taking a deep breath of his brother’s wings.
“You gonna fall asleep already?”
Sam smiled as he maneuvered himself into a comfortable position. “It’s possible. Your wings make me think of bed and since one of those thoughts is going to make it a really uncomfortable drive for me, I figure I better focus on the sleeping part.”
Dean laughed but his wings were back to the deep bronze. AC/DC roared to life as Dean pulled the Impala out onto the road. They had another day to get to Bobby’s, another night to figure out this thing between them before they needed to hide it from the other hunter, but Sam wasn’t worried anymore.
He had Dean and he knew what it meant. Dean’s wings were the color of his amulet, the color that Dean associated most with love and protection. Dean was his brother, his lover, his protecting angel. He was Sam’s world and Sam was his. Chosen or blessed, they were each others, as they had been since birth.
He didn’t know what the world had in store for them, didn’t know what else would try to take them out, but they would find a way through it all, find a way to get past the pain and hurt and back to the love time and time again. Because now that Sam had Dean, he was never letting go. He’d Chosen Dean as his mate, his protector and Dean had blessed him with that love, with that acceptance. Nothing else mattered. They had one another, as they always would.
Author: hunters_retreat
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Sam and Dean go undercover to investigate a series of unusual deaths but find far more than they bargained for in the process.
Author's Note: Written for spn_j2_xmas exchange. So I managed to get you a little h/c, some clichés, first time, pretending to be a gay couple (mention anyway), amnesia, and porny wing!fic! Hope you like! :P And sorry for the extremely late posting. My internet died on Christmas Day! And big thanks to miko_jasmine and mass_hipgnosis for betaing this for me! You guys are awesome!
The day was beginning to fade as Sam and Dean made their way towards the circle. Dean had to keep forcing his thoughts to calm down, but his wings continued to twist from scarlet to red-tinged to black. He didn’t think anyone else knew Dean well enough to understand what the change in colors meant to him, to understand his emotions well enough to know the murder that was there, but he’d asked Dean to hide them. It felt wrong to hide them now, to be the one to ask for it like it was some visible sign of what they’d done, but they couldn’t let on that they knew who they were. They couldn’t let on that they were anything more than just the happy couple the others had come to know.
Neither of them believed everyone in the community was a part of the horrific deaths they’d seen, but just because they had a suspect didn’t mean she was the right one, or the only one.
So Dean took a deep breath, calming himself enough that he could concentrate on covering them. He nodded to Sam, but Sam reached out, grabbing his brother’s arm to stop him. “I can still see them, Dean.”
“Yeah I know, Sam. I just need to keep them from seeing it.”
It was more than Sam would have thought he deserved, but he felt better for it. It wasn’t what he wanted, and didn’t he just want to torch the whole god damned community for giving him, so completely, what he wanted, but it was Dean making amends as he always did, trying to patch up the holes between them when he had no reason to.
They separated as soon as they arrived in the communal area, Dean moving to the men he worked with every day and Sam to those that he worked with. The wives came and went, giving advice as they always did and asking about their health. As the newest members of the community everyone worried over them and Sam and Dean had learned to let them. He was grateful to them in a way because as they circulated around, no one seemed to notice the way they looked at one another.
Sam got concerned claps on the back as he moved around the others because he’d been gone all day, but Dean on the other side of the room was getting praised because it was the first time he’d come out to join the community where no one could see his wings. Dean smiled wide and made a lot of jokes about practice makes perfect and hard to keep a good man visible, but when he looked over at Sam, his voice always trailed off slightly before he picked his train of thought back up.
They sat together at dinner and they were no different than at any other meal. It wasn’t hard to keep the charade up with all the social niceties to observe; people kept them talking and Dean’s ability to control his wings were the hot topic of the night. Sam got congratulations as well because Dean kept telling everyone that Sam made him practice so much it finally stuck.
Someone pulled out a guitar as the food was cleared away and Sam watched as Dean went off to join them, his voice blending into the others to entertain them for the evening. They were both trying to keep up their normal roles, though Sam knew how hard it was for his brother to be so open with his voice now that he remembered who it was.
“Not a bad way to spend an evening, is it?”
Sam jumped at Rhea’s voice and shook himself slightly. He gave her a smile though as he pulled the chair closest to him out for her. “Not at all. Before we came here, I can’t remember the last time Dean and I were able to really relax like this.” He said honestly. If nothing else, the two months without their memories, without their burdens, had given them both the physical health and emotional stamina to pick up the trail again after a time when both had felt too heavy to go on.
“It’s a rare thing, to find peace like this. We all make sacrifices to keep it, but you and your Dean will find your way back eventually.” She said softly.
Sam nodded. “I have faith in that.” He said, looking down at his hands. He knew, somehow, that he and Dean would work it all out but it was that sacrifice that he worried about. Which of them would be lost and which would get what they really wanted? He had a sneaking suspicion the answers were both and neither.
“He loves you.” Rhea said, nodding as Sam looked up to see Dean watching them.
Sam nodded, hoping his brother was reading him as well as he always had. “Yeah. I never doubted that. Lots of things I’ve doubted in the world but never that. What about you though?” He asked. “How did you find your way here?”
Rhea smiled. “I was born here. You know the community almost didn’t survive for a while? We were so small, just a handful of us teetering on extinction, but then Alan came along and we were finding more people to come live with us, to worship and love with us. He saved us and I’ve never doubted that he would spend his life giving to this community.”
“Wow, I didn’t realize you’d been here so long. How long ago did Alan come?”
“Two years ago. I know, we’re a bit old to be marrying like that, but I felt like I’d waited for him my whole life. When he showed up in the community and began talking about our ways, I knew he was the one the lord had sent for me. I’ve done everything in my power to support him and to make him stronger.”
Sam smiled, but he felt the creeping tendrils of fear draping over his skin. “You are a formidable woman, Rhea. I have no fear about the community with you and Alan at the helm.”
She laughed at his words, leaning in and kissing his cheek softly. “Perhaps someday it will be you and Dean that take up that helm. We need strength and love to build this community and I see it in you both. Someday we will step aside and the new generation will choose among you. You are blessed and chosen and your love has proven stronger than any that have yet come to us. Someday Samuel, you will make us all proud.”
She walked away and he tried to suppress the shiver that ran through his body. Their memory loss was supposedly proof of their love, but now he wanted to rip her throat out and ask what it really meant, what about them had kept them from regaining their memories as others had. If it had just been a day or two, they might have been able to pass it off as something else. He might not have to talk to his brother about his inappropriate feelings and how it had kept them trapped in an incestuous relationship.
As night fell completely over the farmstead, Dean came up to Sam’s side, sitting close and resting his hand on the back of Sam’s neck, stroking the soft hairs there. He nearly shivered but then Dean was leaning in to whisper in his ear. He knew what it looked like to the others, but there were no sweet nothings. “Rhea left a few minutes ago but I watched her walking away from her house and towards the Miller home.”
“The last man they found.”
“Yeah. So I’m thinking we need to get there.”
Sam nodded and closed his eyes as Dean let his lips trail across Sam’s cheek. “Ready to go?” Dean asked, staring straight into his eyes.
He swallowed against the lump in his throat and nodded. “Yeah.”
The walk was quiet as they followed her, no others out at that time, just as they knew there wouldn’t be. Dean had packed one of their bags and brought it out earlier, hiding it where they would have quick access to it and they grabbed it before going far.
They didn’t know what she was so Sam had a silver-filled gun and a silver, thrice blessed knife at the small of his back. Dean had the sawed-off filled with salt rounds and a smaller gun filled with lead. An iron knife rounded out his arsenal. They also had the standard holy water flasks and their salt and burn gear just in case.
“God I miss the Impala.” Dean said as they continued up the path to the Miller house.
Sam shook his head, the first real smile coming to his lips since he’d woken up remembering who Sam Winchester was. “Everything else that’s going on, and you miss the Impala?”
“Damn straight. We’d be done with this shit already if I had her here and we’d be long gone by now.”
It wasn’t true, but Sam understood anyway. They’d have to book it out of the community if anything went down tonight to get to the Impala and get some distance between them before morning hit. It would be a long enough night without all that, considering the other shit they needed to deal with once they got the hunt over, but Sam knew better than to expect that talk tonight. Hell, he was quite alright postponing it until it was a memory they could laugh over, only it never would be and eventually it would get between them and eat at them until there was nothing left of their relationship but the banter and hunt and everything brotherly was forgotten in the need to keep their distance.
“There it is.”
Sam nodded as Dean looked back at him. They were ready to head into whatever it was, ready to keep them from killing yet another person. Bobby Miller had been found dead three weeks ago, Sam had found out since regaining his memories. They knew him. The community said his wife had left with him, but the police reported that no one had seen her since.
Dean led the way as always, protective big brother, his mind supplied even as it followed with protective angel, for which he was not at all happy about. He had his gun in hand as they moved to the side of the house, trying to avoid the light at the front. They didn’t hear anything from inside, no screaming or shuffling so they moved on to the back door.
They moved silently and Sam tried to keep his attention on their surroundings and not the flare of Dean’s wings, the color that ran from black at the base to scarlet at the tips with bits of orange thrown in. He wondered if he’d ever see all of Dean’s colors, but then Dean stopped and looked at him, sensing his brother off his game and Sam closed his eyes for a second, opening them when he was ready. He gave Dean a firm nod and his brother just looked at him for a second before continuing.
It was in the kitchen that they found the door that led down and they both knew they had to follow the stairs. Dean went first and when they reached the bottom they realized the basement was bigger than the first level of the house. He wondered if there was something similar under their own house and chided himself for thinking of it as theirs, like after this was over they would return to working the fields and sliding into bed together.
The basement was unfinished but support beams were walled together and when they walked in they could see the marks of shackles, understanding then that the Miller house had been used to keep someone chained for a while. The walls had been hastily built as an easy way to hang the restraints. Dirty hay was thrown over the floor as if it would mask the smells and colors of blood and offal that hid in the corners.
They heard a moan from the other end of the room and they both turned towards it. They heard more whimpers and they were moving as one, Dean lowering his weapon as they found Mrs. Miller. She looked too thin, pale and weak and it was only the shackles that held her upright in the chair that someone had given her.
Dean began working at the lock but he only had one hand done before they heard the laugh behind them. Sam brought his gun up to bear, but Rhea only laughed at him.
“She’s done.” She said with a crooked smile. “There’s not enough strength in her to give to us anymore. We talked about sacrifice Samuel, and this is what it really means.”
“We’re going to take her out of here.” Sam said, listening as Dean finally got the second restraint undone.
“No, you aren’t. I’ve been waiting for you Sam. You and Dean are far too valuable to us. Do you have any idea how long I could keep you strung up like that? How long do you think I could keep Dean tame, just by letting you live?”
“Shut the hell up lady. You’re finished.”
“I thought you were a fraud when you showed up, but you passed the sacrifice, and wasn’t I surprised when you turned out to be one of the blessed Sam, when your Dean turned out to be the chosen?”
“What are you doing?” Sam demanded. “Why are you keeping her locked up like this?”
“The blood.” She said thickly, her eyes darting to the woman behind her. “We were all failing, the community and our faith, but I found the book from the others, from the first time, and when I found Alan, I knew he was the one. He was like you Sam, and I made myself his chosen. I bled myself dry to keep the people with us, but then I wasn’t enough and I knew what I had to do.”
Her eyes were dazed and Sam knew the signs of obsession as well as any other hunter. Blood rites and dark magic. “So you found a way to bring others to you.”
“No.” She said, shaking her head softly. “I found ways to make others. It doesn’t work for most so I perform the sacrifice on everyone, for the few that turn. I bespell them all and they lose their memories for a few nights and if they wake with angel blood singing in their veins, then they believe it to be part of their rebirth among us.”
“Enough Sam, let’s get the hell out of here.”
Mrs. Miller was in his arms and at Sam’s nod, his brother switched her to a fireman’s hold. She was unconscious and even if she’d been awake, Sam doubted she’d have been able to help. She just wasn’t strong enough to do anything.
“NO!” Rhea looked at them, her hands outstretched as fire leapt around them. She smiled over the flames and Sam realized there was no getting over the flames as they were. Dean pulled his gun and fired through the flames but it dissipated into the flame and Rhea laughed again.
“I will make you the most precious of sacrifices.” She said over the roar of the fire. “I will steal his feathers and give him back to the world, but without them he will soon die, shriveled and unfettered to the mortal world. And with his feathers and your blood Sam, I will make the people love us. I will scatter the earth with good wishes and they will eat of it and they will be content again. And when you are no more, another will come and take your place until my people are not in danger.”
“You’re drugging the people to keep them happy?” Sam asked.
Her eyes looked past him and to his brothers. “The wings of the Chosen bring peace to the people.”
“Fucking hate the psychotic ones.” Dean mumbled as his eyes scanned their surroundings for something to get them out.
Dean excelled at thinking outside of the box, at getting them out of tough spots with his ingenuity. Sam was good with people and language though so when she started babbling again he focused on that and left Dean to look for other means.
“You can’t escape my circle Dean. Only someone of your blood can release these fires, only one of the Chosen can and I will never set you free.”
Sam looked at her for a second and gave a half smile. “Only one of Dean’s blood?”
He looked back at Dean and his brother seemed to understand. “Why the hell not? This whole place is screwed ten ways from Sunday.” He looked at Rhea. “Would it really have hurt to keep Monday night football?”
Sam laughed as he pulled the knife out of the back of his jeans and slashed across the meat of his forearm carefully. Rhea’s eyes opened wide but she shook her head. “You are the blessed. You cannot stop the circle. It can only be opened by one of his blood.”
Sam’s blood dripped along the edge of the fire and where it did the fire diminished. Dean was waiting, Mrs. Miller lying safely on the floor, as Sam managed to quench the fire in a spot large enough for him.
He was through the ring and pressing Rhea back even as she screamed. He didn’t stop and Sam knew what was resting behind her, knew the second she impacted with the large hook by the sound it made forcing its way into her body.
“No…” She whispered feebly into Dean’s cheek. “Your blood…”
“He’s my brother bitch.”
Dean stepped away from her and then went back to get Mrs. Miller. Dean grabbed his lighter out of his pocket and after Sam found the book she’d been using, the ancient text she’d gotten from the previous Elder’s wife, Dean dropped the lighter onto the floor, watching only a moment as the hay-lined flooring caught quickly.
They carried Mrs. Miller out but they had little hope she’d make it. She’d lost too much blood and there was no hospital close by for them to leave her at. Instead, they decided they’d have to leave her with the community’s doctor and hope he could help her.
They left her there, aware of the Miller house and the fire that the others were coming out to see, before Sam threw the book in their duffle and they began the trek back to the car.
It took a while and Sam had to stop at one point and find a rag in the bottom of the bag to wrap his arm with to stop the bleeding. Dean didn’t say anything, but the red was receding from his wings. The black stayed around the edges of his wingtips but it was the orange that remained brightest. Sam thought of flame and smiled slightly because even if his brother wasn’t saying it, he knew Dean wanted to go back and torch the whole place because his little brother was bleeding.
When they finally got to the Impala, still in the abandoned farm they’d left her in almost three months prior, Dean ran a loving hand over her before getting her started up. He promised her a bath and a tune up as soon as they could stop for a few days and she purred to life in response.
They stopped at the first gas station they came across. Dean filled up on gas and brought out a bag full of food, processed and fattening and full of flavor unlike the healthy wholesome food they’d been getting. Even Sam was drooling over the thought of some beef jerky and Pringles. Dean pressed an orange juice into his hands first though.
“Drink up. Got you some other stuff once you’re done with that but you need to drink that first.”
He knew better than to argue, knew that the nurses that took donations gave you juice and cookies for a reason when you gave blood, so he just knocked back the juice quickly before letting his head rest against the back of his seat.
“Yeah, turns out she was using some witch’s Grimoire to summon the power of angel’s blood to keep the land and its people happy.”
Sam wasn’t entirely awake but he turned into his brother’s voice, trying to remember not to try to get closer to it, as much as he wanted to.
“Seriously man, it wasn’t a joke. She… well… I’ll explain the rest when we get there Bobby. She’s gone and Sam got the book to bring back to you. The people there should wake up from her contentment spell and no one will be any wiser to what happened to her or what she was doing to them.” There was a pause and Dean snorted. “Nah, just taking an easy drive Bobby. Sam got bloodied and I’m feeling a little more cramped on the road than normal. We’ll make it by… hell… what day of the week is it? Ok, we’ll be there by Thursday then.”
Dean closed the phone and sighed as he threw it up on the dash. “Just go back to sleep Sammy. Gonna stop in a few hours and get some honest to god sleep.”
He didn’t answer but closed his eyes. He was almost asleep when he felt Dean’s hand on the back of his neck and he relaxed all the way into the release that it gave.
It wasn’t until the next morning that he woke up again. Somehow Dean had manhandled him into the motel room without waking him. He would have marveled at that a bit more, but then he realized exactly where he was and he had to force himself not to jump out of the bed.
The morning light was covered in bronze wings and he realized he was pulled snug against his brother’s chest. He leaned up slightly, taking a deep breath as he nuzzled against the crook of Dean’s neck. He let his hand rest on Dean’s hip and let out a small sigh of relief as Dean shifted a little closer to him.
When he looked up, he could see the slight sliver of eyes and he knew his brother was awake. Awake and watching him. “Don’t say anything, Sammy.” His voice was harsh, his tone darker and deeper than Sam had heard it in a long while. “Just give me a few minutes and we’ll be back on the road.”
And he did. He bit his lip and didn’t say anything, just closed his eyes and took the few minutes that he’d managed to get and soaked them in.
When Dean’s wings pulled back though, letting the world in, his brain began to work again. Dean got up and dressed, heading out to get breakfast and coffee as Sam hit the shower.
Dean hadn’t pulled back the way Sam thought he would. In fact, he’d just asked for a few more minutes. He thought about the way Dean’s wings pulled over him protectively when they slept and the color that met him every morning since he’d gotten the wings. He didn’t really know what it all meant, but maybe things wouldn’t be as bad as he’d always thought.
When Dean got back Sam had his jeans on, but he’d yet to finish dressing. He idly shifted from website to website, searching for angels that had colored wings, but there was nothing to be found. He thought perhaps whatever was happening with Dean was something outside the realm of Rhea’s expertise, that her dabbling in magic might have set off something else as well as the angelic curse. That was why he had the book, hoping Bobby would be able to help them out with it.
“Breakfast, Sammy.” Dean said, sliding the bag of donuts and bagels across the table as he sat down beside Sam at the table. “Got you bagels in case you didn’t want the sugary grease, but I couldn’t resist.”
It was more of an explanation than Dean had ever made before and he wondered if Dean was aware that he was doing it, that he was acting like Dean, the lover, and not Dean the brother half the time.
“So…” He was starting it, the conversation that he swore he’d leave alone, but he had to know how bad this was going to be.
“Jesus Sam, can’t we just finish eating breakfast first?”
Sam took a deep breath because the last thing he wanted was Dean on the defensive, but he didn’t think it was possible for him to wait. “I’m sorry. I just don’t know where I stand with you. I can deal with all the other shit that’s come our way Dean, but I can’t sit around wondering if I should be packing my bags or if we’re okay.”
“You really ready to pack your bags over this, Sam?” Dean asked, his wings taking on the hint of tarnished gold as black crept up the edges again.
“No.” He said immediately, hating that Dean would think he wanted that, that he would ever want to leave his brother. In all the times he’d walked out, leaving Dean had always been the hardest part. “I just thought you’d want me to.”
“What?”
“After you found out, I just figured you’d want me gone. I know you man, you’d try to find some way to make this your fault and then I’d be on the road for my own good with nothing but some stupid postcard in my PO Box every 10,000 miles.”
Dean stared at him for a minute and leaned forward, one arm resting on his knee as he looked at his brother. “What exactly am I kicking you out for, Sammy? Tell me, in exact words, why I’m kicking you to the curb.”
Sam took a deep breath because Dean was too close. His wings pulled away from Sam and then they were suddenly gone as if Dean realized they were giving him away with their color-coded messages. He focused behind Dean where he knew the wings to be, but there was nothing to tell him where they were. He wanted to cry in frustration because it always felt like a loss when Dean hid his wings, but he didn’t deserve the upper hand in this and he knew it.
He looked at Dean then, looked him in the eye because if he was going to admit this he was going to be man enough to do it face to face, not staring at his shoelaces or looking for his protective angel in the shadows of his brother’s body.
“Because I’m in love with you. I was before I left for Stanford and I knew I had to leave before you found out. I knew you’d make this about something you did and it never was, it was just me wanting you in ways I had no right to. And now you know. It was my fault her spell kept our memories for so long, my feelings for you that held us back. Jesus Dean, we might have been able to save the Millers if I didn’t feel like this.”
“You think it’s wrong?”
It was more of a statement than a question really, but Sam answered anyway. “You’re my brother.”
“Did it feel wrong, Sam?”
“What?”
Dean moved off his chair, pushing between Sam’s legs. “Did it feel wrong when we were there, without the memories but knowing who we were? Did it feel wrong this morning, waking up beside me?”
Sam looked away then, unsure of how to answer Dean. He didn’t know what his brother was trying to do and he didn’t know what would come next. Dean wasn’t moving though and he knew he was waiting for an answer. He could lie, but Dean would know it as soon as he spoke the words. “No.” He whispered. “It felt like I was supposed to be there.”
Dean’s breath stuttered and Sam knew it was time to pay the price. When he looked up at Dean though, his brother was shaking his head slightly. “You’re an idiot, Sammy.” He said, and his smile was fond, if exasperated. “We both are.”
Before he could respond to that, Dean was pressed up into Sam’s space and their lips were pressed together. His mouth opened of its own accord and then his hands were fisting in Dean’s shirt, holding him closer.
He felt the brush of wings against his cheek and groaned into Dean’s mouth.
“Come on Sammy... breakfast can wait. Let’s go back to bed.”
Sam opened his eyes, looking up hopefully at his brother. “Dean?”
“Yeah Sammy, it’s alright.”
“Yeah?”
Dean pulled him from the chair and pushed him back onto the bed before he was covering his body completely with his own. “Don’t know how you managed to miss it all these years, but I love your dumb ass too.”
Sam felt his lips pull up slightly, then a real smile began to form as he watched his brother, his lover, smile down at him. Dean moved in, kissing him lightly but then Sam reached a hand out, stroking over his brother’s wings and Dean’s whole body shivered over him.
“Thought I’d never get to feel you do that again.” Dean admitted into Sam’s neck as he pulled at Sam’s shirt. He managed to get it over his head and then Sam was ripping at Dean’s. They began to undress one another, not caring for finesse but working to get the other naked as fast as they could.
Sam was the one that pushed Dean down onto the bed this time, a smile on his face as Dean scrambled up onto his elbows. “Back against the headboard, Dean.” He said as he crawled up his brother’s legs. Dean didn’t say anything, just nodded as Sam wrapped his lips around his cock. He licked and sucked at Dean until his brother pulled him off, pulling his mouth to his in a kiss that was demanding and hard. He let himself be manhandled because it was where he wanted to be anyway, riding on his brother’s lap as he rested his back on the headboard, pillows propped behind him to make sure he didn’t hurt the wing base with too much pressure. His hand rolled down his brother’s chest and stopped at his necklace, the one Sam had given him ages ago. It was then that he realized what Dean’s wings meant, realized that the bronze of his wings matched the amulet around his neck. He kissed his brother hard, then lifted up onto his knees and didn’t bother with prep or anything else. He wrapped his fingers around his brother and positioned himself just right before sliding down his thick length.
Dean hissed, a breath that sounded like his name and a prayer in one and Sam leaned up to take the headboard in hand to leverage himself better. Dean’s hands went to his hips, pulling Sam up and back down again, riding him harder and stronger than Sam would have done on his own. He let his head fall back and closed his eyes, concentrating on the feel of his brother moving inside him, his fucking brother who he’d dreamed of for years, who he’d had for two months and feared never having again. It was too much and he was torn between coming just then and making it last all day long.
Dean took it out of his hands really, because just as Dean was biting back a loud groan that Sam recognized and knew meant his brother was on edge, his wings pulled up around Sam, dark bronze and pressing into his skin and Sam was reaching out, gasping as orgasm hit, his hands fisting in feathers that turned his brother’s incoherent moans into a primal scream.
He fell forward onto his brother’s chest and stayed there until the tremors fell from both their bodies. “Jesus Sammy.” He heard his brother whisper in his ear, a half laugh thrown into it.
He smiled as he sat up, watched Dean’s eyes close for a second at the feeling of Sam moving while he was still inside him, and kissed him again, leaning in slow to let his brother pull away if he wanted.
It was different than sex, the slow press of lips, the lingering breath that passed between them and he wanted to give Dean the time to pull away if he needed. Dean’s hand cupped the back of his head though, pulling Sam in and he smiled into it.
“Breakfast?” He managed to mumble out as they broke the kiss.
Dean laughed. “Shower, then breakfast.”
“So not fair man. You already had a donut.”
“And you had a shower so stop bitching.”
Sam nodded, but smiled again as he leaned up, letting Dean fall from his body. “Shower might just be big enough for two.”
“Show me.”
It was late afternoon before they managed to hit the road and Sam was smiling like he’d just gotten every present he’d ever wanted, but had missed. He wasn’t sure that he hadn’t, because Sam couldn’t remember ever wanting anything more than home and safe and Dean.
Dean seemed lighter too, but when he sat in the Impala he shook his head, sighing as he tried to find a comfortable position. “God damn it.” He finally said as he started the Impala.
“What?
“Need more room.”
“What?”
“The car. I mean, I’ve never had problems with the leg room or head room, but it’s not like they built her for wing span.”
Sam laughed as he looked over, Dean’s wings shoved back against the seat as close as they could. Dean glared at him. “Laugh all you want, but I’m gonna get cramped like this and you’ll be rubbing it out for the rest of the night.”
He thought about what happened whenever he touched Dean’s wing joints and smiled. “Anytime.” But then he knew his brother and knew he’d deal with it because it was the Impala and he wasn’t about to do anything. “Maybe… if you stretched the one side out when you’re driving, when it’s my turn you could stretch the other.”
“Not really enough room.”
Sam leaned forward and nodded. “I don’t mind if you want to put it behind me.”
Dean looked at him for a second and smiled. “Yeah, I bet.”
“You want the space or not?”
Dean let one wing slide out and when he was settled, Sam sat back against it, taking a deep breath of his brother’s wings.
“You gonna fall asleep already?”
Sam smiled as he maneuvered himself into a comfortable position. “It’s possible. Your wings make me think of bed and since one of those thoughts is going to make it a really uncomfortable drive for me, I figure I better focus on the sleeping part.”
Dean laughed but his wings were back to the deep bronze. AC/DC roared to life as Dean pulled the Impala out onto the road. They had another day to get to Bobby’s, another night to figure out this thing between them before they needed to hide it from the other hunter, but Sam wasn’t worried anymore.
He had Dean and he knew what it meant. Dean’s wings were the color of his amulet, the color that Dean associated most with love and protection. Dean was his brother, his lover, his protecting angel. He was Sam’s world and Sam was his. Chosen or blessed, they were each others, as they had been since birth.
He didn’t know what the world had in store for them, didn’t know what else would try to take them out, but they would find a way through it all, find a way to get past the pain and hurt and back to the love time and time again. Because now that Sam had Dean, he was never letting go. He’d Chosen Dean as his mate, his protector and Dean had blessed him with that love, with that acceptance. Nothing else mattered. They had one another, as they always would.