Of Demons Deceptions and Desire Ch 06

Spoilers: None, really.

Disclaimer: Don't own them, sorry to report.

Author's note: This is the final chapter. Thank you so much to everyone who has stayed with me through this. I really appreciate all the wonderful comments I've received.

DonnaWest—I'm glad you liked Sam's explanation to Dean. Thank you for taking the time to read and review, I appreciate it!

Liquorish—I don't really think it qualified as a cliff hanger, do you? Really? And I am so not lame, thank you very much, lol! What are you going to stalk me for next, now that this is done? *off to ice bruises from consistent poking and prodding*

On with the chapter…

Dean smiled.

"Good…and then I'll get to pamper you and spoil you until you're all better."

Sam grinned and kissed Dean again.

"I'd like that, as long as you promise to wear me out once I'm running on all cylinders again."

Dean chuckled and kissed Sam, pulling back and framing his face with his hands.

"So now that we've got that straightened out…what if I told you that waiting for us at one of our P.O. boxes was a surprise, just for you?"

Sam nuzzled Dean's palm and kissed his thumb.

"I'd say tell me what my surprise is and I'll tell you what yours is," Sam answered with a sly grin that turned into an affectionate smile as he watched Dean's face light up.

"A surprise for me? Really?"

Sam nodded and he could feel the energy vibrating through Dean.

"What is it, Sammy?"

His brother shook his head.

"Uh uh, Dean. You tell me what mine is first."

"Well…" Dean began, "I know how upset you were when those glasses broke—"

"You bought a new pair of glasses?" Sam interrupted to demand, his heart racing at the thought.

"Well that's the thing, Sammy," Dean told him as he leaned up to kiss Sam. "I couldn't decide which one to get, so I got more than one pair."

"God, Dean—you're too good to me," Sam praised and Dean chuckled and nodded.

"What about me, Sam? What's my surprise?" Dean asked but Sam shook his head and kissed Dean instead, who allowed the kiss to go on and completely distract him.

"A cowboy hat," Sam intoned against Dean's lips later and Dean froze for a moment, trying to work out whether or not it was a non sequitur. When he realized that Sam had answered the question he suddenly pulled back.

"Oh fuck me…really?" Dean demanded and Sam's pulse rate kicked up at the fire in Dean's eyes and he nodded. "What does it look like, Sammy?"

"Well that's the thing, Dean," Sam told him as he began to stroke along Dean's jaw. "I couldn't decide which one to get, so I got more than one."

"So you can wear one while I fuck you and a different one when you fuck me?" Dean asked.

"If that's what you want."

"I'm going to fuck you good," Dean promised and Sam smiled.

"You always do," he managed to get out before Dean claimed his mouth with his own.

"But first," Dean said, breaking the kiss, "You're going to fuck me nice and long and hard, Sammy."

At the look Dean gave him Sam felt himself harden fully once more, almost having forgotten that he was still inside his brother, and he watched Dean's hips cant at the sensation of being filled again, his eyelids fluttering shut.

"Show me what you've got, baby brother," Dean purred, thrusting up as he pulled Sam back down for a down and dirty kiss that left them both gasping.

So instead of analyzing it anymore Sam fell back on an instinct that had long served him well—he trusted Dean. And in this instance trusting Dean meant he could let go and fuck him as hard as his body was demanding, relying on his brother to tell him if it got to be too much.

He started with slow, deep thrusts that gradually began to build in both speed and power until he was pounding into Dean with wild abandon, greedily chasing the orgasm he could feel beginning to pool at the base of his spine.

But it wasn't enough and Sam wanted to cry in frustration. But instead he thought about what his body was asking for and he listened without hesitation. He pulled out and sat back on his heels, allowing his body to take in some much-needed air.

"What?" Dean asked, reaching for him.

Sam shook his head, not wanting to waste precious oxygen on words and he twirled his finger, hoping Dean got the message. He did, turning himself over and lifting himself onto his hands and knees.

He slammed back into Dean, feeling a new surge of lust ripple through him as Dean groaned at the force, head falling forward. The new position let him go even deeper and he reveled in the chance to fuck into his brother like this, finding his hips snapping with more force than before.

Dean was unable to remain articulate and could barely manage to form Sam's name so he had to settle for gasping and moaning and all sorts of sounds in order to convey his complete and total pleasure at being taken like this. To his surprise he came before Sam, yelling his brother's name as he climaxed.

Sam always felt his own pleasure magnify whenever he was able to experience how much Dean was enjoying himself, too, and this time was no different. It only took a few more rough thrusts before he came as well, biting Dean's shoulder blade as he did. As he recovered from his climax he had the thought that he had marked Dean from the inside out, and he reveled in the joy it brought him.

"I loved that," he whispered into the damp hair at Dean's neck, "feel like I claimed you or something."

Dean merely nodded and Sam chuckled as he rolled over onto his back, even though he himself was still breathing like he'd just finished a marathon.

"Fuck, Sammy," Dean finally managed to reply, "that was unbelievable."

But Sam's happiness was short-lived as he realized that he was still hard.

"Oh fuck…I just want this to be over," Sam declared in a frustrated voice and he looked at his brother.

Dean pulled Sam to him and turned him so that he was resting on Dean's chest. He let his hands travel over Sam's body both to soothe and arouse him, and when he got to Sam's ass his brother shifted slightly and spread his legs for him. Dean let his fingers probe until they brushed over Sam's prostate, then he smiled a wicked smile that Sam couldn't see and whispered to him to hold on. Before Sam could think up any way to reply Dean started stroking his prostate deliberately, and he kept up the forceful strokes until Sam came, clenching around his fingers. Sam didn't even have a chance to recover before Dean thrust his fingers back and repeated the process again, and Sam was helpless to do anything but clutch onto Dean's arm weakly as his brother made him come and come and come again. After the fourth time Sam's cock finally started to soften and Dean gently withdrew his fingers, wincing in sympathy when Sam whimpered.

"It's okay," Dean soothed him, "you're not hard anymore. It's over."

Sam wanted to go right to sleep but Dean insisted on a bath, knowing that Sam would be completely grossed out in the morning to wake up with that much dried semen on his body, despite the protests he was currently making. Not to mention that Dean had no intention of allowing Sam to curl up with him all sticky like that and he was all too aware that he would be the one receiving the wounded expression and hurt feelings first thing in the morning were Sam to awaken and discover that Dean had moved to the clean bed without him.

No, better to have the fight now when Sam was less coherent and still pretty malleable. So to that end he disentangled himself from his brother and got out of bed, being unable to resist leaning back down to kiss Sam's cheek as he took in the sight of him.

"Just want to sleep," Sam muttered, weakly holding a hand out to his brother, "Come here so I can sleep with you."

"Sammy," he spoke softly, allowing his fingers to brush through the strands of hair that clung to Sam's forehead, "How about I run you a nice warm bath? Come with me and I'll get you all clean."

His brother shook his head and although Dean sighed he couldn't stop the affectionate smile that quirked up his lips. It had been a really long day, and even though there had been a lot of great sex there had also been a lot of bruises and fear and worry and pain. And so because his brother had been attacked by a demon Dean went ahead and caved in, deciding to allow Sam to remain in bed.

He shook his head and went in to the bathroom, returning with a few wet washcloths. He paused to look down at his brother whose eyes were closed and a frown still marred his features even in sleep. He knelt by the side of the bed and started to wipe Sam down, smiling softly when his brother opened tired eyes.

"What're you doing?" Sam murmured, gently grasping onto Dean's arm.

"You won't take a bath so I thought I'd bring the bath to you," he responded, switching the washcloth to the arm not currently under Sam's.

Sam nodded and re-closed his eyes and Dean continued to wipe him down, believing that his brother had fallen back asleep. But as soon as he was finished and had stood back up Sam stirred and made a soft noise of protest.

"Shhh," Dean calmed him, "I'm just going to take a quick shower and jerk off and then I'll come right back."

And while he still frowned Sam didn't make any other moves so Dean felt okay with going into the bathroom and starting up the shower. Once inside he thoroughly washed himself, using the time to allow his mind to replay the day so far, choosing to skip over most of the details until he came to the sex…the mind-blowing, amazing sex they'd had. Of course replaying those particular moments helped him get hard again and he thought he'd just go slowly, reliving every instant, when the door opened and a bleary-eyed Sam walked in and went over to the toilet.

"I thought you were sleeping?" Dean asked, pausing his strokes, and Sam nodded.

"Had to pee," he said with a shrug and then made his way into the shower where he allowed Dean to wash him, offering no protest as he was scrubbed from head to toe.

"All finished," Dean announced in a low voice, unsure just how awake Sam was since he hadn't opened his eyes the whole time he was being washed.

Sam's eyes snapped open and Dean could see that he had been roused—a quick glance downwards confirmed that he should say aroused, rather. It only took a moment for Sam to advance on Dean until he could bend down and kiss him. His hands moved to his brother's hips and then began to wander as Dean slowly increased the intensity of the kiss. When Sam let his fingers delve between his cheeks Dean twitched and Sam moved his mouth to Dean's neck, where he softly lapped at the skin with his tongue.

"Did your baby fuck you good?" Sam asked as he let his fingers lazily tease around his brother's sensitive opening.

Dean shifted so he could gauge his brother's mood. He looked up and didn't see any hesitation in Sam's expression. Indeed, he was wearing an almost smug grin and Dean couldn't help but be a little bit more turned on at his brother's display of confidence.

"Mmm, yeah, my baby gave it to me real good," he replied in a low timber, gasping when Sam gently thrust a finger inside of him.

"Tomorrow I'm gonna want to fuck again," Sam whispered, pistoning his finger in and out of his brother in time with the gentle bites he was leaving on Dean's neck, "but for now I wanna watch you wishing it was my cock inside of you."

When Sam made it two fingers Dean resumed his own movements, fondling his cock and struggling not to come too soon. He tilted his head back and let it rest on the wall behind him, shivering when Sam took advantage of the additional skin bared for his teeth.

"How many do you want?" Sam questioned, adding another finger and smiling when Dean moaned. "Do you think someday you can you take them all?"

And Sam let a fourth finger tease the area around Dean's entrance, rubbing the stretched skin. Dean came violently, the imagery of Sam's whole hand pumping in and out of him proving to be too much stimulation.

Sam withdrew his fingers, kissing Dean when he whimpered at the loss, and turned off the water. He grabbed a couple of towels and handed one to Dean before drying himself off. He tugged on Dean's wrist, pulling his brother behind him and out of first the shower and then the bathroom. He collapsed into the clean bed and waited for Dean to finish drying off. Once he tossed the towel away Dean moved into Sam's arms, which were held open for him.

"Finally," Sam muttered as he closed his arms around Dean, holding him tightly to his chest.

Even as he felt a rush of affection for him Dean snickered at Sam's impatience to have his brother back in bed with him.

"What about you? You're hard again—do you want me to get you off?"

"Tomorrow. I'm thrilled that I can still get hard but honestly I just want this," Sam insisted with a shake of his head.

When Dean scooted up Sam frowned until he felt his brother doing 'kisses' for him. Then he happily squirmed and tangled his legs with his brother's, yawning as Dean moved back down and nestled into Sam's side. Dean smiled as Sam sleepily grasped his hand and held it to his chest, and he fell asleep listening to the soft breaths that caressed his temple.

End of story