Graphics for Staying Human by crownoyami
Staying Human
CrowNoYami
Summary:
Having his soulless brother create a trail of ex-lovers had to stop. They were supposed to fly under the radar, not be with anyone they could, married or not. When Sam offers for Dean to take their place, he should have said no, but without his soul, this wasn't his Sammy. Dean was able to keep it a secret from Sam, those nights they spent together until as a demon he let it all out.
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For a moment Sam didn’t speak, though he did look up from the laptop he had been working on when Dean walked into the room. Looking into the soulless eyes of his brother, Dean felt a shiver run down his spine for a second before brushing the feeling aside. Sam may not have a soul, but something had brought him to Dean’s doorstep and kept him around. Whatever it was would keep Dean from the horror he knew Sam could dish out now that his conscience was gone.
Getting off the bed, Dean went to his duffel bag and pulled out a bottle of lube and a condom, two things he never went without. As he was making his way over to the bed, Dean noticed how Sam smirked, right before the taller man flipped onto his stomach and pulled his legs underneath himself. “Fuck,” was the only word Dean could say as Sam presented himself to him. Nearly tripping over his discarded pants on the way to the bed, Dean hoped his brother didn’t notice his slight tumble.
Dean never expected Cas to be the one to break them. It was horrifying, watching as Castiel ripped apart what remained of the wall Sam had been so frantically trying to keep. The rush of memories had been too much, and while Dean wanted to help Sam, they had bigger things to finish. Watching as Sam tried to pull himself together wrecked something in Dean, ruined him in a way he didn’t know could be done. And it was Cas, the same Cas who had sworn to fight with them, who had battled against the devil with them that did it.
Jabbing the needle into Dean’s neck, Sam plunged the blood into Dean’s system watching as his older brother started to thrash against him, moaning in pain. Pulling back once he was done, Sam tried to hurry, to leave the room, but he couldn’t before Dean started talking again. “But you wanna know the real kicker? I was jealous. I was jealous that you were fucking her and not me.”
With a slight laugh, Sam pulled off his shirts leaving his chest bare before tugging off his pants with ease. It shouldn’t have surprised him, seeing Sammy before him, but Dean had spent so long suppressing those memories it was like seeing him for the first time all over again. There were some new scars from wounds Dean had helped stitch together, but overall it was still the same body he had once called his. It was a miracle he could call Sammy his again. This time as Sam moved back onto his lap, instead of wrapping a hand around Dean again, Sam pressed their cocks together, rocking his hips.