Title: If it's red, drink it.
Pairing: Dean/Sam
Rating: NC-17
Summary: The day Azazel's son turns sixteen years old, there's a big party thrown in his mansion to celebrate prince Samuel's birthday. The boy is smart but quiet, and not used to the world outside his dad's home. He also carries a secret that shapes his life and burdens him constantly. While the most important people in town will be there to take part in the event, people like Dean Winchester, the son of the town's mechanic and Azazel's enemy, is definitely unwelcome at the party. Dean, who has a reputation for his great charm and libido, can hardly resist the chance to crash this party and provoke his dad's foe. What happens when Dean, an experienced and seductive lover, lays eyes on Azazel's mysterious and shy son will cause old secrets to surface and change their lives forever.
Warnings and A/N: AU, Top!Dean, bottom!Sam, underage sex, abuse. More stuff might come up...
Previous chapters Epilogue
Sam and Dean were getting ready to leave the beach house when someone rang the bell. They were already late to go the church and not expecting any visitors, so they looked at each other and frowned.
"Did you tell John that we were going to meet him at the church?" Sam asked.
"I did." Dean shrugged.
The door opened and someone walked in.
"Hello, boys…"
"Crowley!" Sam's face lit up.
"You really should learn to lock the door, Dean." Was all Crowley could say before Sam threw his arms around him and hugged him tight.
"What are you doing here?" he asked.
Dean smiled at the scene and went closer.
"I heard the news about Azazel about a month ago. I thought to myself, well, you know. Perhaps that kid needs someone who understands a little about business to help him around…"
"You missed me, didn't you?" Sam teased.
"Absolutely not."
The boys laughed, an Crowley ended up caving and smiling as well.
"We're on our way out now, but yes, I'm going to need you. I want to get rid of that mansion. Dean and I are looking for a nice place to live. But I also want to make sure that Mrs. Higgs and Meg are well off before it's sold. Can you see to it?"
"Of course I can. I'll go there right now."
"Thank you, Crowley." Sam was obviously happy, and his joy melted the older man's heart.
"You two go and have fun. We'll talk more later."
Dean nodded in Crowley's direction before leaving with Sam.
~ * ~
Bobby had been writing at his desk, in the church classroom, when the door opened suddenly and three Winchesters walked in.
"Happy Birthday to you…"
"Holy shit you didn't," Bobby's heart raced and he shook his head when he saw John holding a cake and the boys holding beer bottles.
"Happy birthday, dear Bobby!!"
Bobby rolled his eyes.
"Shut up. You didn't have to." Bobby let them sing the stupid song and felt something warm inside. "It doesn't matter what happens, you continue to use the stupid back door," he sounded angry, but everyone knew he was not.
"We wanted to surprise you," Sam said.
"Well, you did."
"Happy birthday, Bobby!" Dean pulled the older man into a hug, and soon Sam joined the embrace, both boys hugging the priest tightly.
"Alright, alright, you'll suffocate me."
Dean and Sam stepped away.
"Happy birthday, Bobby." John looked into Bobby's eyes. There was a lot in that look. A lot of friendship, a lot of hurting, but mostly, a lot of love, too.
The two older friends hugged silently and awkwardly for a moment.
"Well, then. I guess we're going to eat cake and drink beer."
"That's the plan!" Dean smiled.
~ * ~
The couple stayed at the church and celebrated Bobby's birthday for a couple of hours and then left. They wanted to give the two friends, John and Bobby, some time alone to talk whatever still needed talking over between them.
Besides, they were dying to touch each other and kiss. Not that they couldn't have done that in the church, but since John was still getting used to them as a couple, they preferred not to rub it in his face. As long as John respected their love and didn't try to change them, they could give him as much time as he needed to get used to it.
Sam and Dean went to the beach as the sun was setting, and they headed towards the bar. When they arrived, hand in hand, they were greeted by Castiel and Benny.
"Hey, guys." Cass hugged Dean and then Sam. "How are you?"
"We're good. Can we get a drink here?" Dean pretended to be impatient.
"Just wait a second, dammit. This is harder than it looks," Benny replied from his position behind the counter.
"Well, that's because you've got some big shoes to fill." Dean winked;
Benny had started bar tending since Dean quit his job. The truth was that Dean didn't really know what to do. It was not like he needed to work anymore, what with the money Sam had inherited. The two of them had been talking a lot about traveling the world and figuring out what they wanted to do next.
"How are you feeling?" Sam asked Castiel.
"I feel brand new. Like nothing ever happened." Castiel smiled meaningfully at Sam, and the boy looked grateful and relieved. "Come, take a seat. You two still need to fill us in on what happened in the last couple of months."
"Word has it Sam's gotten married three times," Benny said, and laughed.
"People gossip," Sam shook his head disapprovingly. "It was only twice."
They all laughed lightly and Benny got them all new rounds of drinks. Sam looked into Dean's loving eyes and smiled silently. He could hardly believe this was his life now.
~ * ~
As they walked along the beach back to the shack, they held hands and enjoyed the ocean breeze. Sam smiled as he thought about how much had happened, and how much he had changed, since the first time they had done that.
"You know how we've been thinking about what we're going to do with all this money?" Dean looked into the horizon and then looked at Sam.
"Yeah."
"I hate what Azazel put you through. I hate knowing there are blood sucking creatures out there who might be hurting others. If vampires are real, who knows what else is?"
Sam hadn't thought about it, but it made sense.
"What would you like to do?" he asked.
Dean shrugged, but he spoke again after a few moments. "Hunt them, I guess. I want to save people from the monsters out there."
"Always the knight in a shining armor…" Sam teased.
Dean chuckled. "I mean it. Dad's a hunter. I mean, even Bobby could help."
"A priest?" Sam arched his eyebrows.
"He could help us with information or something."
Sam sighed and looked at the way the waves covered his feet as he walked.
"I think it's a great idea, Dean. I hate to think that there are others experiencing what I did. I mean, I always thought I wanted to be a doctor, but I'm not so sure anymore. I could still save people by hunting other creatures like Azazel."
"It would be like a family business."
"I love you." Sam said suddenly and surprised Dean, who smiled. "I love how important it is for you to help people. I love how much you care about doing the right thing. I love you."
Dean felt his heart throb with overwhelming emotion. He looked at the shack, just a few feet from them now.
"I love you too, baby. Will you let me show how much?" He hinted at the shack and his eyes sparkled with a lustful promise.
Sam grinned and nodded.
Without thinking twice, Dean slammed the door open and carried Sam to the bed as they shared urgent and greedy kisses. After the drinks they had just had, they were pleasantly drunk and delightfully horny.
Dean stripped Sam of all his clothing, and the boy helped him do the same, albeit it slow and messily. When they were both naked, Dean pushed Sam onto the bed and followed right after.
"Fuck…I need you Sammy…" Dean kissed the boy hard, then sucked on his neck until Sam squirmed and arched into him.
"Yeah?" he moaned, his hands traveling up and down Dean's back. Sam loved how warm the skin felt under his fingertips. "What are you going to do to me?"
Dean settled between Sam's spread thighs and thrust against him, letting Sam feel their matching erections.
"I'm going to play a game with you. I'm going to play my favorite game," he spoke into Sam's ear before licking and sucking on the boy's earlobe until goosebumps broke on his skin.
"Oh, really? And what game is that?" Sam asked.
"It's called…" Dean lowered his voice to something sultry, barely above a whisper. "How many times can I make Sammy come in one hour?"
Sam shuddered. He felt his cock throb with anticipation.
"Please. Let's play that," he begged.
Dean chuckled hotly against Sam's neck and went down on him. He opened his mouth and took Sam's hard-on in, his lips closing almost at the base.
Sam moaned and Dean had to hold down his hips as he bobbed his head up and down. Dean was way too skilled at that. Every flick of his tongue made Sam feel closer to the edge. And then, as if that wasn't good enough, Dean spit on his fingers before letting them trace Sam's little hole.
"Yes…" Sam whispered wantonly, and Dean pushed them in. "Mmm…" Sam's head thrashed on the pillow as Dean's fingers stretched him and thrust in and out.
Dean wanted to ask if that was good, but he knew it was. Sam's breathing was a mess, his eyes were shut and his lips parted. He looked perfect. Dean sucked on him diligently and stroked the boy's prostate at the same time. Sam lost control and started bucking. He tugged at Dean's hair painfully but Dean didn't mind, neither did he stop. On the contrary, he licked at a faster rhythm and stroked with more pressure.
Sam shattered and cried. His body burst and spasms ran through his thighs under the pleasure. He came hard and hot in Dean's mouth, shaking like a leaf when he was done.
"That was one," Dean whispered and then chuckled hotly, and he didn't give Sam time to recover.
While Sam was still experiencing his orgasm, Dean pushed himself inside the boy and relished Sam's sweet cry of passion at being claimed. Dean thrust hard and deep into Sam's body and gathered him in his arms.
"Dean!" Sam's spine arched off the bed and into the body penetrating him.
Dean picked up a rhythm that was slow and steady, and his hand found Sam's soft cock and began to stroke him back to hardness. Sam was incoherent with pleasure, just as Dean wanted.
They were as close as they could possibly be, with Sam's arms and legs wrapped around Dean. Every time Dean thrust, his cock brushed against Sam's prostate, and after a few minutes Sam was hard again, his dick throbbing as Dean stroked it between their bodies.
"Dean, Dean, Dean…what are you doing to me?" Sam opened his lust-filled eyes and they kissed passionately, with Dean taking as much control of the kiss as he did of Sam's body.
The boy couldn't resist how good it felt. Dean knew exactly what to do to him, how to take care of him. Sam felt it building again, strong and unstoppable.
"Oh…oh God," Sam cried and shook, and he nearly blacked out for a moment.
Dean felt Sam's orgasm in the way the boy tightened around him, and in the seed coating his hand. He smiled wolfishly at seeing Sam come undone before his eyes. It was such a beautiful, breathtaking sight; Dean wanted to keep doing that for the rest of his life.
"Two…"
The End