Sum of the Parts (Chapter Six)
Title: Sum of the Parts
Author: hunters_retreat
Artist: loverstar
Fandom: 10 Inch Hero/Dark Angel/RPS/Supernatural
Pairing: Dean/Jensen/Priestly/Alec
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: moresomes, graphic M/M sex
Word Count: 40,000+
Summary: There were men who stood up in the face of adversity, and there were men who fell. When humanity fell pray to the men and women taken with psychic powers, The Face stood together, collecting what they could of their kind and trying to make a safe place to live while they continued to fight. But when word reaches their ears that they could finally save Sam Winchester, it could change the face of the world as they know it. For better or worse, Dean Winchester will get his brother out, or die trying. The rest of them... they're just going to try to keep the pieces of humanity together until then.
Jesus fucking Christ, he wasn’t going to last like this.
Dean tightened his grip on Jensen’s hip, watched the way the skin turned white from the pressure, knew that it would be red when he let up and maybe even bruised by nightfall. He wanted that, wanted to mark Jensen’s skin, claim him, and fuck if Jensen would ever stop him.
He was standing at the edge of the bed, his other arm wrapped around Jensen’s waist, keeping Jensen’s back pressed to his chest as he knelt on the bed. Dean kissed Jensen’s shoulder as he set a deliberately slow, easy pace. Jensen’s head fell back against his shoulder and Dean looked down his body, watching as Jensen’s cock disappeared into Alec’s mouth.
It was a wonder any of them could last more than two minutes with everything else going on around them and Dean thrust a little harder, forcing Jensen down Alec’s throat. Alec looked up, his eyes catching Dean’s and it was pure mischief.
“Fuck,” Jensen moaned and Dean did it again, anything to hear his voice like that again.
“You like that baby?” Dean whispered into Jensen’s ear. “I know Alec does.”
Another moan, but it was Priestly’s this time. Alec was on all fours before him, Jensen’s cock in his mouth and Priestly bury in his ass. Jensen’s hand moved to the back of Alec’s head, fingers twining in the short hair there.
“He loves to feel you down his throat,” Dean continued in Jensen’s ear, though his eyes were on Priestly who was biting his bottom lip. He knew just inside those lips, his tongue was playing with the metal piercing just below his lip and damn if Dean didn’t want his turn at it too, but he was a little too caught up to get to it yet. After, it was gonna be one of his first priorities. “Wants to take you all the way down, fucking choke on your cock.” He thrust hard again, holding Jensen forward like that, watching Alec trying to swallow around him, knowing Jensen was buried so far down he couldn’t breathe. Alec wasn’t trying to get away though and Jensen’s moans let Dean know Alec’s amazing tongue was working him over.
“Come on, Alec,” Dean bit at Jensen’s neck as he pulled back just a little. “Wanna see you drink him down.”
“Fuck yeah,” Priestly whispered from the other side of the bed, hands digging in harder as he began to pound into Alec’s ass. Alec moaned and the vibrations caused Jensen’s whole body to tense up. Dean adjusted his stance slightly and fucked up into his lover and Jensen screamed out his pleasure, ass clenching around Dean’s dick as he came in Alec’s mouth.
“God damn,” Dean moaned as Jensen’s body shivered against his. He held him tight against his chest until Alec was done licking and sucking him clean. When Alec let him slide out from between his lips, Jensen was little more than a rag doll in Dean’s arms. Dean rolled his hips, not a true thrust but just a reminder that he was still there and Jensen moaned again.
“Time to watch the show,” he whispered in Jensen’s ear. Jensen turned his head to look at Dean for a minute but then they were watching Priestly as he leaned forward, body pressing over Alec. His hand reached around his lover, pulling at his cock, stroking him as he whispered words of encouragement into his skin. It didn’t take long before Alec was throwing his head back and Priestly’s hips began moving in a frantic pattern. They came together, Priestly burying his head in Alec’s shoulder and Alec staring straight up at Jensen and Dean as he coated Priestly’s hand white.
Dean watched as Priestly slowly pulled from Alec’s body, enjoying the more intimate sides of his lovers. Priestly pulled Alec up and into his arms then to exchange long, languid kisses. He couldn’t hold off his own need anymore though so he swatted Jensen’s ass. “On your back, baby.”
Jensen looked over his shoulder, glaring, but he pulled away, moaning as Dean’s hard cock slid from his body. Jensen crawled up the bed, resting his head on the pillows beside Alec and Priestly, spreading his legs invitingly and Dean didn’t stop to enjoy the view. He slid home - god in ways he never wanted to admit to himself, let alone out loud - and leaned down, claiming Jensen’s much needed kiss.
Jensen’s arms wrapped around Dean’s back, holding him close. Dean bit at his lower lip, listening to the moan as he thrust back up again. Jensen’s hands were scratching his back, fingers digging in and he could feel skin breaking over his back. He plundered Jensen’s mouth, movements harder and more desperate than he usually was. Jensen just pulled him closer, holding him tighter as he planted his feet on the bed and used the leverage to push back into Dean’s body. It was more than Dean could take and his orgasm hit, tightening his balls and spilling inside Jensen with no warning.
Jensen didn’t let him loose but when he finally caught his breath he could feel how hard Jensen was again. He leaned up on one arm, letting his other hand slide down between them. When he took Jensen in hand, his lover held his gaze. He stroked hard and fast, his finesse long gone when his orgasm took all control from his brain and Jensen arched into it. He was so damn beautiful like that and Dean couldn’t make himself look away, no matter how exposed he always felt when it was like that.
“Dean,” Jensen begged, his hips thrusting up into Dean’s fist and damn he was so sensitive, his cock still riding Jensen’s body. He felt Jensen’s orgasm there first, his body clenching around him again and fuck he could barely take it but Jensen was coming all over his chest and his eyes were full of something Dean would never name. He couldn’t breathe with the way Jensen was looking at him and it wasn’t until Jensen pulled him forward, kissing him softly, that he was able to move.
He pulled slowly out of Jensen’s body and then Alec was there with a washcloth, cleaning them both up. Priestly kissed Jensen with the same slow passion he’d shown Alec and when Dean leaned back, soft lips pressed to his as well.
“Alec,” he moaned softly. He was too tired to move, too sated and happy, but he couldn’t help the way his body was trying to respond anyway.
Alec laughed lightly as he slipped onto the bed beside Dean, letting his hand rest on Dean’s stomach. Jensen was leaning over Dean’s body then, kissing Alec lightly before he let his head rest on Dean’s chest. Priestly sat up on one elbow, his free hand drifting up and down Jensen’s hip as he watched the others.
“You do know we still have to get up and work,” Priestly asked with an amused grin.
“What fun is being the boss if you can’t call off sick?” Alec asked.
“You aren’t sick,” Jensen supplied.
“So… call off fucked.”
Priestly fell onto his back laughing and Dean let his eyes close. He didn’t plan on sleeping but he wasn’t about to get up. Not unless a goddamned psychic showed up in his room. And maybe not even then.
**
Sam had walked in on plenty of Dean’s sexual exploits in the past, but somehow this was different. Maybe it was the fact that Dean and Sam had separate quarters now and Sam shouldn’t have been in the room to begin with. Maybe it was the fact that Logan was standing right behind him. Or maybe it was the fact that Dean was with three other men, all of whom looked just like him.
Dean decided to opt for the most realistic.
“What the hell are you two doing in here?”
Or the least likely to make him feel responsible for the shade of red he knew he had to be turning. He wished he’d kept his voice down then because even though Priestly could sleep through a banshee’s wail, Jensen and Alec wouldn’t. Alec was wide awake instantly, a lifetime of training kicking in as he slid off the bed at Dean’s obvious distress. When he looked up and saw it was Sam and Logan, he blinked for a second, then shook his head, walking unabashedly naked to the pile where he thought his clothes might have landed.
Jensen moved closer to Dean, even as he blinked sleepy eyes up at his lover. Nothing truly woke Jensen up until he’d had three cups of coffee. Not unless there was serious danger but in the middle of their bed he apparently didn’t realize just how dangerous the situation was.
When Dean looked down at Jensen though something must have shown on his expression because Jensen looked up and saw Sam and Logan standing in the doorway. Logan looked embarrassed, his eyes trying to find a place to rest outside of the dog pile on the bed. Alec had at least found a pair of pants to pull on and he was walking past them to the bathroom. Logan followed him out even though Sam continued to stare at Jensen.
“Sam?”
His brother looked up at him and Dean took a deep, relieved breath when the look in his brother’s eyes was more curious than angry. “Dean?”
“What do you want, Sam?”
Sam took a deep breath, looking over his shoulder to where Alec and Logan had disappeared into the main living area, then back at where Dean lay with Priestly and Jensen. “I think we need to talk.”
“This couldn’t wait?”
“All of us.”
He felt a sigh against his skin and looked down at Jensen who was closing his eyes again. “There had better be some damn coffee.”
Unexpectedly, Sam smiled slightly at the words. “Jesus, he’s worse than you are.”
Jensen flipped him off without looking up and when Sam opened the outer door, Dean heard him saying something to Logan about coffee and pretty princesses. When Dean began laughing, Jensen just huffed. “I hate you both.”
It didn’t help the situation at all.
It took an hour to sit everyone down because first there was coffee and then Priestly woke up and he was hungry. Logan jumped up immediately, willing to rush off with him to fix something to eat. Alec spent the time talking to Sam and Dean about Manticore and the psychics while Jensen took the longest shower in history.
Dean wasn’t sure if Jensen was waiting for him to join him or just taking as much time as possible to avoid Sam. Whatever it was though, he left the shower just minutes before Priestly and Logan came back with food and even more coffee.
It took ten minutes to get Jensen to stop worshipping his damn mug and start eating. Eventually they finished though and Dean had no idea what to do. Whatever this was, it was about Sam and neither Sam nor Logan were chomping at the bit to get this started.
When Logan came back from dropping the dirty dishes in the kitchen, Sam started shuffling his feet under the table.
“Alright, Sam, spill.” Sam looked up and Dean knew he wasn’t going to like what came out next.
“I know about the meeting earlier, about what Kane wanted from me.” Dean sighed but Sam shook his head. “Dean, you know I can’t stop. I can’t just fade into the background on this one. Even if I wanted to bury my head, they’re going to keep an eye out for me. If they don’t find me by accident they’ll start looking again. I can’t wait for that to happen. I can’t lose anyone else because I ran away from my life.”
Dean sucked in a deep breath because this wasn’t about Jess, but at the same time it was. Sam had never forgiven himself for what happened to her. As much as Dean wished he would, a part of him was grateful to know he’d learned the lesson though.
“They want to use me as a weapon against the psychics and you know we have to do this. I don’t know if I can control it though. Logan was right. I need to train. I need to know what I can do.”
Dean could feel his teeth grinding together. They’d been through this before and he had no idea how to handle it right. The only things he knew to be true though were that Sam did need to be part of the fight, and the last time he hadn’t supported Sam in this, his brother had ended up in a cage with Michael and Lucifer to stop the damn apocalypse.
When the psychics had started their war on the world though, Sam’s abilities and what he knew he could do had saved them. When he trusted his brother, when he gave Sam the support he needed, they’d been able to walk the narrow line between necessity and gluttony.
He could tell from the stubborn set of Sam’s jaw that his brother was expecting a fight. Instead, Dean took a deep breath and looked at Sam. “What can I do to help?”
“What?”
“You need to train, so what can we do? This isn’t like lining up soda cans and beer bottles on the fence, Sam. I’m a little out of my league here, so tell me what you need and I’ll get it for you.”
“We’ll get it for you,” Priestly said from the other side of the table.
Sam nodded to the man sitting next to him but he looked back at Dean before continuing. “I need you,” he said bluntly. “I don’t know how much I can control but I know the bond I have with you grounds me. The same with Logan. Without the two of you, I don’t trust myself to do this.” Sam paused and Dean knew he was winding himself up for something else. “And I need you without distractions.”
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” Priestly demanded.
Dean felt himself tensing as well because he thought over the past few weeks they’d been able to work out some of their insecurities but if Sam was trying to force his hand he wasn’t about to go lightly. “Sam-”
“What the hell, Sam?” Alec’s voice added to his own.
“Everyone stop.”
To Dean’s surprise it was Jensen that was the voice of reason. He had the strongest reason to doubt Sam’s intentions. He was keeping a level head while the rest of them got upset though and that was one of the reasons Jensen ran the whole damn thing. As much as people looked to Dean and Alec and Priestly to do their parts, Jensen ran them.
They all quieted and Jensen looked at Sam. “Now, before anyone else jumps to conclusions, why don’t you explain that comment?”
Sam looked at Jensen for a few minutes and he could tell his brother was reassessing Jensen in his head. He wasn’t sure if that was good or bad. Sam was already too aware of what the others meant to him, but he’d picked up on the additional closeness between Jensen and himself. It was enough for Sam to hate him because of that. He wasn’t sure if Sam wouldn’t react even worse if he realized just how intelligent and compassionate Jensen was.
Dean hated the fact that Sam should get along with Jensen. Hell, Logan and Jensen got along great, and yeah Dean knew he still had some lingering jealousy over that scenario, but he could see the way Logan and Jensen played on the strengths of the people around them. It was something they had in common with Sam and if his brother could get his head out of his ass and realize it, he might come to terms with who Jensen was.
“I didn’t mean,” Sam took a deep breath as he looked straight at Jensen. “I didn’t mean you. I meant I need Dean to be with me whenever I’m training. I need that to be his priority and not some new group of ‘scapes. What I’m doing is exhausting. You know how lost we can get in the bond when we’re too tired or too strung out.”
It was the one and only time anyone had addressed what had happened in the bedroom the one day, Dean lost in the bond and Sam taking advantage of the willing flesh beneath him, but though Dean’s breath caught at the admission, Jensen didn’t even blink.
“I need Dean to be focused on my training. All the other things he does for you need to go to someone else.”
Jensen nodded as he looked at Dean. He wasn’t sure what he saw in Jensen’s eyes but Jensen’s hand found his under the table. Dean squeezed it lightly, trying to convey his feelings in ways he knew he couldn’t otherwise. Jensen smiled softly for a second before turning back to Sam.
“Chris Kane is able to take over Dean’s training duties while you need him. And we’ll get you anything else you need. All you have to do is tell us what and when.”
“You think Kane can take my spot?” Dean asked, feeling slightly hurt by the idea.
Jensen shook his head, a shy smile on his face. “He can take your place for a while, but no one said it would be the same.”
“Awww… you’d miss me,” he teased, trying to cover up for his own insecurity.
“Never,” Jensen said with a shake of his head, even as his hand squeezed Dean’s tighter. “But I’m pretty sure working with Kane won’t have the same benefits.”
“Better not.” Dean forgot about everything else as he grabbed Jensen by the back of the neck and crashed their lips together. He heard the soft laughter of his lovers and could feel Jensen’s smile against his lips until he bit at his bottom lip, making him give way to a soft moan.
“Guess that’s our sign to leave,” he heard his brother say. He could feel the jealousy through the bond, but there was something else steadying his brother and Dean didn’t need to ask to know what it was. When he pulled back from Jensen, he didn’t take his eyes from him but he took a deep breath.
“Sammy, don’t think I didn’t notice.”
“Um… what?”
He looked up and gave Sam his ‘big brother knows best’ smile. “The bond works two ways you know. You really think I wouldn’t notice what was going on earlier?”
Sam actually blushed, looking down at his feet to avoid Dean’s eyes but Logan was moving closer to Sam. He winked at Logan and the man relaxed instantly. He had to give it to Sam. At least he picked a smart one.
“Think about what you need, Sam and let us know. We’ll get it together and work out something with Chris so Dean can be ready for you.” Jensen said as Logan nodded their way.
When Sam and Logan left Dean let out a deep sigh before looking at his three lovers. “You think we can do this?” he asked. “Get Sam out there, end this thing for good?”
Alec sighed. “I don’t know about for good, Dean, but if we can make a few strategic strikes, maybe we can turn this around. Maybe we can get on top and get them running instead.”
Priestly nodded at Alec’s words. “If anyone can take this thing head on, it’s you.”
He looked lastly at Jensen who wasn’t looking up at him anymore. He’d pulled back and was suddenly on his feet, walking to the other side of the room, staring at the door Logan had closed behind him.
“I don’t know Dean,” Jensen admitted. “But if we don’t, they’ll keep coming and they’ll finish us. The only thing I know right now is …” Jensen turned as he took a deep breath, looking back at him, “everything we’ve done has created this moment. Every choice we made and every fight we took or walked away from. The whole is just as good as the sum of its parts, and there isn’t a finer group of people I’d rather be with in this fight. No matter how it turns out, this is something we have to do, and I know that I’ll never regret being a part of this.”
Dean was the first one to Jensen’s side, forehead pressed to forehead, but then Alec and Priestly were there too and there was no reason whatsoever not to take this all right back to bed where they’d started.
On to Chapter Seven
Author: hunters_retreat
Artist: loverstar
Fandom: 10 Inch Hero/Dark Angel/RPS/Supernatural
Pairing: Dean/Jensen/Priestly/Alec
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: moresomes, graphic M/M sex
Word Count: 40,000+
Summary: There were men who stood up in the face of adversity, and there were men who fell. When humanity fell pray to the men and women taken with psychic powers, The Face stood together, collecting what they could of their kind and trying to make a safe place to live while they continued to fight. But when word reaches their ears that they could finally save Sam Winchester, it could change the face of the world as they know it. For better or worse, Dean Winchester will get his brother out, or die trying. The rest of them... they're just going to try to keep the pieces of humanity together until then.
Jesus fucking Christ, he wasn’t going to last like this.
Dean tightened his grip on Jensen’s hip, watched the way the skin turned white from the pressure, knew that it would be red when he let up and maybe even bruised by nightfall. He wanted that, wanted to mark Jensen’s skin, claim him, and fuck if Jensen would ever stop him.
He was standing at the edge of the bed, his other arm wrapped around Jensen’s waist, keeping Jensen’s back pressed to his chest as he knelt on the bed. Dean kissed Jensen’s shoulder as he set a deliberately slow, easy pace. Jensen’s head fell back against his shoulder and Dean looked down his body, watching as Jensen’s cock disappeared into Alec’s mouth.
It was a wonder any of them could last more than two minutes with everything else going on around them and Dean thrust a little harder, forcing Jensen down Alec’s throat. Alec looked up, his eyes catching Dean’s and it was pure mischief.
“Fuck,” Jensen moaned and Dean did it again, anything to hear his voice like that again.
“You like that baby?” Dean whispered into Jensen’s ear. “I know Alec does.”
Another moan, but it was Priestly’s this time. Alec was on all fours before him, Jensen’s cock in his mouth and Priestly bury in his ass. Jensen’s hand moved to the back of Alec’s head, fingers twining in the short hair there.
“He loves to feel you down his throat,” Dean continued in Jensen’s ear, though his eyes were on Priestly who was biting his bottom lip. He knew just inside those lips, his tongue was playing with the metal piercing just below his lip and damn if Dean didn’t want his turn at it too, but he was a little too caught up to get to it yet. After, it was gonna be one of his first priorities. “Wants to take you all the way down, fucking choke on your cock.” He thrust hard again, holding Jensen forward like that, watching Alec trying to swallow around him, knowing Jensen was buried so far down he couldn’t breathe. Alec wasn’t trying to get away though and Jensen’s moans let Dean know Alec’s amazing tongue was working him over.
“Come on, Alec,” Dean bit at Jensen’s neck as he pulled back just a little. “Wanna see you drink him down.”
“Fuck yeah,” Priestly whispered from the other side of the bed, hands digging in harder as he began to pound into Alec’s ass. Alec moaned and the vibrations caused Jensen’s whole body to tense up. Dean adjusted his stance slightly and fucked up into his lover and Jensen screamed out his pleasure, ass clenching around Dean’s dick as he came in Alec’s mouth.
“God damn,” Dean moaned as Jensen’s body shivered against his. He held him tight against his chest until Alec was done licking and sucking him clean. When Alec let him slide out from between his lips, Jensen was little more than a rag doll in Dean’s arms. Dean rolled his hips, not a true thrust but just a reminder that he was still there and Jensen moaned again.
“Time to watch the show,” he whispered in Jensen’s ear. Jensen turned his head to look at Dean for a minute but then they were watching Priestly as he leaned forward, body pressing over Alec. His hand reached around his lover, pulling at his cock, stroking him as he whispered words of encouragement into his skin. It didn’t take long before Alec was throwing his head back and Priestly’s hips began moving in a frantic pattern. They came together, Priestly burying his head in Alec’s shoulder and Alec staring straight up at Jensen and Dean as he coated Priestly’s hand white.
Dean watched as Priestly slowly pulled from Alec’s body, enjoying the more intimate sides of his lovers. Priestly pulled Alec up and into his arms then to exchange long, languid kisses. He couldn’t hold off his own need anymore though so he swatted Jensen’s ass. “On your back, baby.”
Jensen looked over his shoulder, glaring, but he pulled away, moaning as Dean’s hard cock slid from his body. Jensen crawled up the bed, resting his head on the pillows beside Alec and Priestly, spreading his legs invitingly and Dean didn’t stop to enjoy the view. He slid home - god in ways he never wanted to admit to himself, let alone out loud - and leaned down, claiming Jensen’s much needed kiss.
Jensen’s arms wrapped around Dean’s back, holding him close. Dean bit at his lower lip, listening to the moan as he thrust back up again. Jensen’s hands were scratching his back, fingers digging in and he could feel skin breaking over his back. He plundered Jensen’s mouth, movements harder and more desperate than he usually was. Jensen just pulled him closer, holding him tighter as he planted his feet on the bed and used the leverage to push back into Dean’s body. It was more than Dean could take and his orgasm hit, tightening his balls and spilling inside Jensen with no warning.
Jensen didn’t let him loose but when he finally caught his breath he could feel how hard Jensen was again. He leaned up on one arm, letting his other hand slide down between them. When he took Jensen in hand, his lover held his gaze. He stroked hard and fast, his finesse long gone when his orgasm took all control from his brain and Jensen arched into it. He was so damn beautiful like that and Dean couldn’t make himself look away, no matter how exposed he always felt when it was like that.
“Dean,” Jensen begged, his hips thrusting up into Dean’s fist and damn he was so sensitive, his cock still riding Jensen’s body. He felt Jensen’s orgasm there first, his body clenching around him again and fuck he could barely take it but Jensen was coming all over his chest and his eyes were full of something Dean would never name. He couldn’t breathe with the way Jensen was looking at him and it wasn’t until Jensen pulled him forward, kissing him softly, that he was able to move.
He pulled slowly out of Jensen’s body and then Alec was there with a washcloth, cleaning them both up. Priestly kissed Jensen with the same slow passion he’d shown Alec and when Dean leaned back, soft lips pressed to his as well.
“Alec,” he moaned softly. He was too tired to move, too sated and happy, but he couldn’t help the way his body was trying to respond anyway.
Alec laughed lightly as he slipped onto the bed beside Dean, letting his hand rest on Dean’s stomach. Jensen was leaning over Dean’s body then, kissing Alec lightly before he let his head rest on Dean’s chest. Priestly sat up on one elbow, his free hand drifting up and down Jensen’s hip as he watched the others.
“You do know we still have to get up and work,” Priestly asked with an amused grin.
“What fun is being the boss if you can’t call off sick?” Alec asked.
“You aren’t sick,” Jensen supplied.
“So… call off fucked.”
Priestly fell onto his back laughing and Dean let his eyes close. He didn’t plan on sleeping but he wasn’t about to get up. Not unless a goddamned psychic showed up in his room. And maybe not even then.
**
Sam had walked in on plenty of Dean’s sexual exploits in the past, but somehow this was different. Maybe it was the fact that Dean and Sam had separate quarters now and Sam shouldn’t have been in the room to begin with. Maybe it was the fact that Logan was standing right behind him. Or maybe it was the fact that Dean was with three other men, all of whom looked just like him.
Dean decided to opt for the most realistic.
“What the hell are you two doing in here?”
Or the least likely to make him feel responsible for the shade of red he knew he had to be turning. He wished he’d kept his voice down then because even though Priestly could sleep through a banshee’s wail, Jensen and Alec wouldn’t. Alec was wide awake instantly, a lifetime of training kicking in as he slid off the bed at Dean’s obvious distress. When he looked up and saw it was Sam and Logan, he blinked for a second, then shook his head, walking unabashedly naked to the pile where he thought his clothes might have landed.
Jensen moved closer to Dean, even as he blinked sleepy eyes up at his lover. Nothing truly woke Jensen up until he’d had three cups of coffee. Not unless there was serious danger but in the middle of their bed he apparently didn’t realize just how dangerous the situation was.
When Dean looked down at Jensen though something must have shown on his expression because Jensen looked up and saw Sam and Logan standing in the doorway. Logan looked embarrassed, his eyes trying to find a place to rest outside of the dog pile on the bed. Alec had at least found a pair of pants to pull on and he was walking past them to the bathroom. Logan followed him out even though Sam continued to stare at Jensen.
“Sam?”
His brother looked up at him and Dean took a deep, relieved breath when the look in his brother’s eyes was more curious than angry. “Dean?”
“What do you want, Sam?”
Sam took a deep breath, looking over his shoulder to where Alec and Logan had disappeared into the main living area, then back at where Dean lay with Priestly and Jensen. “I think we need to talk.”
“This couldn’t wait?”
“All of us.”
He felt a sigh against his skin and looked down at Jensen who was closing his eyes again. “There had better be some damn coffee.”
Unexpectedly, Sam smiled slightly at the words. “Jesus, he’s worse than you are.”
Jensen flipped him off without looking up and when Sam opened the outer door, Dean heard him saying something to Logan about coffee and pretty princesses. When Dean began laughing, Jensen just huffed. “I hate you both.”
It didn’t help the situation at all.
It took an hour to sit everyone down because first there was coffee and then Priestly woke up and he was hungry. Logan jumped up immediately, willing to rush off with him to fix something to eat. Alec spent the time talking to Sam and Dean about Manticore and the psychics while Jensen took the longest shower in history.
Dean wasn’t sure if Jensen was waiting for him to join him or just taking as much time as possible to avoid Sam. Whatever it was though, he left the shower just minutes before Priestly and Logan came back with food and even more coffee.
It took ten minutes to get Jensen to stop worshipping his damn mug and start eating. Eventually they finished though and Dean had no idea what to do. Whatever this was, it was about Sam and neither Sam nor Logan were chomping at the bit to get this started.
When Logan came back from dropping the dirty dishes in the kitchen, Sam started shuffling his feet under the table.
“Alright, Sam, spill.” Sam looked up and Dean knew he wasn’t going to like what came out next.
“I know about the meeting earlier, about what Kane wanted from me.” Dean sighed but Sam shook his head. “Dean, you know I can’t stop. I can’t just fade into the background on this one. Even if I wanted to bury my head, they’re going to keep an eye out for me. If they don’t find me by accident they’ll start looking again. I can’t wait for that to happen. I can’t lose anyone else because I ran away from my life.”
Dean sucked in a deep breath because this wasn’t about Jess, but at the same time it was. Sam had never forgiven himself for what happened to her. As much as Dean wished he would, a part of him was grateful to know he’d learned the lesson though.
“They want to use me as a weapon against the psychics and you know we have to do this. I don’t know if I can control it though. Logan was right. I need to train. I need to know what I can do.”
Dean could feel his teeth grinding together. They’d been through this before and he had no idea how to handle it right. The only things he knew to be true though were that Sam did need to be part of the fight, and the last time he hadn’t supported Sam in this, his brother had ended up in a cage with Michael and Lucifer to stop the damn apocalypse.
When the psychics had started their war on the world though, Sam’s abilities and what he knew he could do had saved them. When he trusted his brother, when he gave Sam the support he needed, they’d been able to walk the narrow line between necessity and gluttony.
He could tell from the stubborn set of Sam’s jaw that his brother was expecting a fight. Instead, Dean took a deep breath and looked at Sam. “What can I do to help?”
“What?”
“You need to train, so what can we do? This isn’t like lining up soda cans and beer bottles on the fence, Sam. I’m a little out of my league here, so tell me what you need and I’ll get it for you.”
“We’ll get it for you,” Priestly said from the other side of the table.
Sam nodded to the man sitting next to him but he looked back at Dean before continuing. “I need you,” he said bluntly. “I don’t know how much I can control but I know the bond I have with you grounds me. The same with Logan. Without the two of you, I don’t trust myself to do this.” Sam paused and Dean knew he was winding himself up for something else. “And I need you without distractions.”
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” Priestly demanded.
Dean felt himself tensing as well because he thought over the past few weeks they’d been able to work out some of their insecurities but if Sam was trying to force his hand he wasn’t about to go lightly. “Sam-”
“What the hell, Sam?” Alec’s voice added to his own.
“Everyone stop.”
To Dean’s surprise it was Jensen that was the voice of reason. He had the strongest reason to doubt Sam’s intentions. He was keeping a level head while the rest of them got upset though and that was one of the reasons Jensen ran the whole damn thing. As much as people looked to Dean and Alec and Priestly to do their parts, Jensen ran them.
They all quieted and Jensen looked at Sam. “Now, before anyone else jumps to conclusions, why don’t you explain that comment?”
Sam looked at Jensen for a few minutes and he could tell his brother was reassessing Jensen in his head. He wasn’t sure if that was good or bad. Sam was already too aware of what the others meant to him, but he’d picked up on the additional closeness between Jensen and himself. It was enough for Sam to hate him because of that. He wasn’t sure if Sam wouldn’t react even worse if he realized just how intelligent and compassionate Jensen was.
Dean hated the fact that Sam should get along with Jensen. Hell, Logan and Jensen got along great, and yeah Dean knew he still had some lingering jealousy over that scenario, but he could see the way Logan and Jensen played on the strengths of the people around them. It was something they had in common with Sam and if his brother could get his head out of his ass and realize it, he might come to terms with who Jensen was.
“I didn’t mean,” Sam took a deep breath as he looked straight at Jensen. “I didn’t mean you. I meant I need Dean to be with me whenever I’m training. I need that to be his priority and not some new group of ‘scapes. What I’m doing is exhausting. You know how lost we can get in the bond when we’re too tired or too strung out.”
It was the one and only time anyone had addressed what had happened in the bedroom the one day, Dean lost in the bond and Sam taking advantage of the willing flesh beneath him, but though Dean’s breath caught at the admission, Jensen didn’t even blink.
“I need Dean to be focused on my training. All the other things he does for you need to go to someone else.”
Jensen nodded as he looked at Dean. He wasn’t sure what he saw in Jensen’s eyes but Jensen’s hand found his under the table. Dean squeezed it lightly, trying to convey his feelings in ways he knew he couldn’t otherwise. Jensen smiled softly for a second before turning back to Sam.
“Chris Kane is able to take over Dean’s training duties while you need him. And we’ll get you anything else you need. All you have to do is tell us what and when.”
“You think Kane can take my spot?” Dean asked, feeling slightly hurt by the idea.
Jensen shook his head, a shy smile on his face. “He can take your place for a while, but no one said it would be the same.”
“Awww… you’d miss me,” he teased, trying to cover up for his own insecurity.
“Never,” Jensen said with a shake of his head, even as his hand squeezed Dean’s tighter. “But I’m pretty sure working with Kane won’t have the same benefits.”
“Better not.” Dean forgot about everything else as he grabbed Jensen by the back of the neck and crashed their lips together. He heard the soft laughter of his lovers and could feel Jensen’s smile against his lips until he bit at his bottom lip, making him give way to a soft moan.
“Guess that’s our sign to leave,” he heard his brother say. He could feel the jealousy through the bond, but there was something else steadying his brother and Dean didn’t need to ask to know what it was. When he pulled back from Jensen, he didn’t take his eyes from him but he took a deep breath.
“Sammy, don’t think I didn’t notice.”
“Um… what?”
He looked up and gave Sam his ‘big brother knows best’ smile. “The bond works two ways you know. You really think I wouldn’t notice what was going on earlier?”
Sam actually blushed, looking down at his feet to avoid Dean’s eyes but Logan was moving closer to Sam. He winked at Logan and the man relaxed instantly. He had to give it to Sam. At least he picked a smart one.
“Think about what you need, Sam and let us know. We’ll get it together and work out something with Chris so Dean can be ready for you.” Jensen said as Logan nodded their way.
When Sam and Logan left Dean let out a deep sigh before looking at his three lovers. “You think we can do this?” he asked. “Get Sam out there, end this thing for good?”
Alec sighed. “I don’t know about for good, Dean, but if we can make a few strategic strikes, maybe we can turn this around. Maybe we can get on top and get them running instead.”
Priestly nodded at Alec’s words. “If anyone can take this thing head on, it’s you.”
He looked lastly at Jensen who wasn’t looking up at him anymore. He’d pulled back and was suddenly on his feet, walking to the other side of the room, staring at the door Logan had closed behind him.
“I don’t know Dean,” Jensen admitted. “But if we don’t, they’ll keep coming and they’ll finish us. The only thing I know right now is …” Jensen turned as he took a deep breath, looking back at him, “everything we’ve done has created this moment. Every choice we made and every fight we took or walked away from. The whole is just as good as the sum of its parts, and there isn’t a finer group of people I’d rather be with in this fight. No matter how it turns out, this is something we have to do, and I know that I’ll never regret being a part of this.”
Dean was the first one to Jensen’s side, forehead pressed to forehead, but then Alec and Priestly were there too and there was no reason whatsoever not to take this all right back to bed where they’d started.
On to Chapter Seven