Almost Paradise

Published 1/7/07

Dean lifted his head drowsily, looking around. He shook his head to clear the cobwebs from his unconscious state. He looked around, taking in his situation.

"Well this sucks out loud!" he said, struggling against his bonds.

"You think?" came Sam's sarcastic reply.

"Sam, how many times have I told you, never talk to strangers!"

"Very funny, you're hilarious." Sam growled, fighting to free his hands that were tied behind his back.

Both men were tied to a wooden stake, backs to each other, but not close enough to untie the other one.

An old woman was stacking wood around their feet.

"You know, I always knew this job would kill me, but I never thought that I'd be burned at the stake."

"We're not going to die Dean."

"Oh really? How do you figure that?"

"Just a hunch.."

Soon the smell of a strong fluid filled their nostrils. The old crone was circling them spraying the wood, laughing as she did so.

She took two steps back, and threw a torch onto the wood.

It started burning quickly.

"Son of a bitch!" Dean snarled, kicking at the wood as best he could since his legs were also bound to the stake.

Suddenly, Dean came crashing to the ground, landing on his side with a loud "oompf" escaping his lips.

He lifted his head to see Sam crashing to the ground on the other side of the fire.

Someone turned Dean over on his stomach. He felt a knife slide between his wrists, cutting him free.

As soon as his legs were free he flipped over and sat up. He looked into the eyes of a twenty something girl. Well, girl would be a stretch. She had strange markings on her face. A black line down her cheeks, along with curls, wavy lines, dots and small circles, almost like tribal markings. Her face was small, almost doll-like, her skin porcelain, her eyes ice blue. She had shoulder length wavy black hair and was almost as tall as Dean.

"Hey thanks!" Dean told her. She looked at him, turning her head looking around as if she was scared.

Dean took a step toward her, "I'm not gonna hurt you."

She stepped back turning around and headed for Sam. Dean followed her.

Sam was laying on the ground unconscious, his head in a girls lap. Her hand sliding against his face. She had the same markings as the girl that had saved Dean. She too, had a small face, but her skin coloring was darker, her eyes the color of violets. Her waist length red hair hung straight.

"SAM!" Dean gasped falling to his knees and shaking him. "Sammy?" Dean looked up into the girls eyes, "What happened?" he asked her. The girl looked at her counterpart and spoke.

Dean didn't recognize the language. He looked from one girl to the other. "I don't suppose you speak English?"

The girl cradling Sam's head, gently laid his head on the ground and stood.

Dean leaned down attempting to pull Sam up.

The girl with the red hair placed her hand against Dean's chest and shook her head.

She bent down and lifted Sam into a sitting position draping his arm across the back of her neck. She pulled Sam off of the ground, draping him over her as if he weighed nothing.

"Damn!" Dean said, "He's a good 180 pounds!"

The girls started walking into the forest, and for the first time Dean noticed the old crone was gone.

"Hey!" he yelled, giving chase after them.

It seemed like they walked for hours.

Dean was starting to worry, Sam was still unconscious.

"Hey can we stop for a minute?" Dean asked sitting down on a fallen tree.

The dark haired girl turned around and pointed into the forest.

"No, I need to rest! Just for a minute, and I need some water."

The red head sat Sam down on the ground and pulled a canteen from her hip and handed it to Dean.

"Do you understand me?"

She gave a small nod.

"Where are you taking us?"

She frowned, turning her head. She obviously wasn't going to answer him.

Dean drank down some water and handed her the canteen. He went over to Sam. He squatted down beside him and lightly smacked his face.

"Sam? Come on, wake up."

Sam's eyes fluttered open. "Dean?" Sam moaned, "Are we dead?"

Dean smiled, "No little brother, we're not dead. But you got one hell of a lump on your head."

"Whoa, who are they?" Sam said looking up at the girls standing before him.

"I don't know, but they saved our asses! They don't speak English."

"Don't speak English? What do they speak?"

Dean shrugged, "Dunno, nothing I understand or have ever heard before."

The dark haired girl reached out and touched Sam's face.

Sam pushed her hand away. "I'm ok," he told her getting to his feet and looking around.

"Dude, where are we?"

"We're deep in the forest. We've been walking for a couple of hours."

"You carried me?"

Dean shook his head, "No, she did." Dean said pointing to the red head.

"You're kidding me, right?"

"Hu-uh."

The girls looked at them and motioned for them to follow.

"Guess we should go with them, huh?" Sam asked.

Dean shrugged his shoulders.

They walked another two hours, then finally came into a clearing.

"Hey..this is my kind of place!" Dean grinned looking around.

The area was covered with tropical flowers everywhere and greenery hanging from everything mobile.

There was a small waterfall splashing down a rock wall in front of them.

"Dude, this looks like something out of Fantasy Island," Sam said.

Dean laughed. "Like you know Fantasy Island."

"I've seen the reruns."

There were more girls here, each with markings like those of the boys' saviors. The dark haired girl walked up to who appeared to be the leader and spoke to her.

Sam leaned over to Dean's ear, "I wonder what's going on?"

"Hard telling."

The leader stood and shouted, pointing at Sam and Dean. Several girls with swords surrounded them.

The red head looked away, pained.

"Ok, this can't be good." Dean snarked.

One of the girls poked Dean in the back with her sword and spoke to him.

"What? I don't understand you!"

She poked him in the back again. Dean began walking and Sam followed.

They were taken to a cave. Dean paused outside the entrance. The girl behind him poked him in the back again with her sword.

"Are you serious? You want us to go in there?"

She poked him harder, the tip of the sword broke the skin.

"Hey, bitch! That hurt!" Dean snarled turning on her. She took two steps forward, spun around grabbing the sword from the girl behind her, crossed the blades and shoved them against Dean's neck, one on each side.

"Ok, ok." Dean said grinning, "No need to be so pushy!" he said walking into the cave backwards.

Sam entered behind him.

The dark haired girl stood at the entrance of the cave. She chanted words and waved her hand. A reddish flim appeared, covering the entrance, but clear enough to still see through.

Sam walked to the strange light and pressed his hand to it.

He yelped as he was thrown across the cave, landing on his back.

"SAM!" Dean shouted, running to his side. "You ok?"

Sam sat up, "Yeah, I'm alright. But don't touch that force field, it hurts like a bitch."

Dean extended his hand and pulled Sam to his feet.

They walked around and took in their surroundings. There were three rooms to the cave. One room held fur lined blankets and rugs piled up off to one corner, obviously where they were to sleep. The next room, which was quite a bit smaller than the other two, was supposed to be a bathroom, to the best they could figure. There was a deep hole in the ground, several soft pliable leaves, and even a curtain to close for privacy.

The third room, the main room they had first entered, was adorned with several more fur lined rugs placed throughout for sitting. There was a hollowed out area in the rock with logs piled in it. A fire place.

"Well, isn't this comfy?" Dean said sarcastically. "Why in the hell did those bitches save us, just to kock us in a damn prison?"

"I don't know, Dean. But it looks like we're here for a while, so quit bitching."

Sam walked over and sat down on one of the rugs. "Dean, where in the hell do you think we are? I mean, how did we get here? The last thing I remember, I was talking to that girl at the bar, I walked her out to her car, she kissed me on the cheek. Next thing I know, I woke up tied to that stake with some crazy old bitch stacking wood at my feet."

"Last thing I remember is walking out of the bar and seeing two people cramming you into a car. I ran over, and that bitch from the bar blew some powder shit in my face. Then I woke up tied to that pole."

"Ok, well there's noway we are still in Minnesota. This place is tropical, I mean it's the dead of winter Dean. Where in the hell are we?"

Dean sat down on the rug beside Sam and laid back. "I don't know Sammy," he answered putting his hands behind his head and closing his eyes.

Sam was woke by a hand gently shaking him on his chest.

He sat up quickly and gasped.

"Shhh," the red head told him. She placed her hand against her chest "Ella," she told him.

"You speak English?" he asked.

"A little." And again she placed her hand on her chest and said "Ella."

"Oh, I'm Sam, that's Dean."

She pushed a tray of fruit towards him along with a canteen, stood and exited re-establishing the force field before walking away.

Dean rolled to his side grinning at him.

"What?"

"Looks like you have a fan Sammy."

"I'm not interested. Just shut up and eat something!" he said tossing him a banana.

They both ate the various fruits on the tray from apples and bananas to the pineapple and papaya.

Sam picked up the canteen and chugged back some of it's contents.

He handed it to Dean. "It's not water."

Dean raised it to his nose and sniffed. "What is it?"

"Some kind of juice."

Dean tipped the canteen back and tasted it. "Not bad," and tipped it back for a long draw.

About thirty minutes later, Dean leaned back on his elbows. "Sammy, I feel weird..kinda, stoned," he said turning and looking at him. Sam was standing beside the rug. He toed off his shoes and pulled his shirt over his head. Sam plopped down on his knees in front of him.

Sam reached out and unbuckled Dean's belt and slid it out of the loops. He got on all fours and crawled closer to Dean.

Dean stared into Sam's eyes as Sam's hands unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. Sam pulled Dean's shirt up over his head and straddled his lap.

Sam's mouth descended on Dean's. Light and gentle at first, becoming passoinate, deep and intense when Dean kissed him back.

They quickly shed the rest of their clothes and were soon exploring one anothers bodies. Hands sliding and touching. Lips tasting.

Dean took control, rolling Sam onto his back, smothering his chest and neck with kisses.

Sam bucked against his brother, lavishing in the warmth of his body and mouth.

Their bodies slid against each other, cocks touching, growing harder.

Dean kneed Sam's legs apart, pulling one leg up high around his back. Dean spit into his hand and rubbed his cock and guided hiimself inside Sam's body.

Sam tensed. "Relax Sammy," Dean panted in his ear as he slid into him, balls deep.

Dean rocked his hips, riding his brother slowly.

Sam pulled Dean down to his mouth and kissed him. Dean brushed against his prostate causing Sam to bite down on Dean's bottom lip hard enough to draw blood.

Dean snapped his head back at the sudden surge of pain, a small thin trail of blood trickling down his lip.

Sam lifted his head and licked the blood, then pulled Dean into another kiss.

Dean's movements quickened, pounding into Sam with a fevered passion so strong that their bodies were actually moving up the rug.

Dean exploded into Sam's body, his hard final thrusts bringing Sam over the edge, his seed soaking their bellies.

Dean cleaned them off with his discarded shirt, rolled onto his side spooning against Sam's back draping his arm around his waist.

Both fell quickly asleep.

In the morning, Sam was the first to wake.

He was startled to find an arm draped across his body, someone pressed against his back.

Sam pulled the blanket covering him and his bed partner and looked at his nakedness.

Dean pressed his face into Sam's neck and tightened his hold.

Sam, feeling the scruff of Dean's face, bolted over onto his ass, staring at disbelief at Dean.

"What the hell?" Sam yelped.

Dean shot up off of the rug, blanket falling and pooling at his ankles. Dean stared down at his brothers naked form and then at himself.

Dean turned, grabbing his jeans and stepping into them and yanking them up around his waist.

"What the fuck is going on Sam?"

Sam shook his head, grabbing his own pants and slipping them over his legs, standing and pulling them up his body.

"Don't just stand there and shake your head Sam, what the fuck were we doing in bed together, naked?"

"I don't know Dean!"

"Sam, did we...I mean we didn't, did we?"

Sam looked away and down. "Yeah, I think we did."

Dean stood there staring at him. His mouth gaping open.

Dean frowned, his head snapping down to the ground. He grasped his forehead and moaned "Oh man.."

"What Dean, what is it?"

Dean looked up at him. "I remember Sam. I remember everything."

Several hours had passed, and Dean still had yet to speak to Sam. Even with Sam pressing him, trying to get him talk about it.

"Dean, we're stuck in this cave for God know's how long. You can't keep ignoring me."

Dean shook his head and looked away.

"DEAN!"

"Sam, I don't want to talk about it. Ok? Not now, not ever!"

Sam walked over to Dean and yanked him around to face him.

"You're a stubborn son of a bitch. You know that?" Sam growled only inches from his face.

Dean looked scared, almost terrified by the closeness of Sam's body to his.

Sam leaned his head down and kissed him, his tongue barely grazing Dean's lips.

Dean's head bobbed away, Sam followed him, still pressing his lips to Dean's.

Sam's hands moved up Dean's body until they were cupping his face. Dean's arms were still hanging loosely at his sides.

Sam pulled away, his hands still on Dean's face. "Dean, open your eyes."

Dean looked up at Sam, his breathing labored.

"Do you wanna hit me?" Sam asked.

"No."

"You gonna throw up?"

Dean snorted and pulled his face from Sam's grip. He walked over and rested his hands on the cave wall, looking down at the ground.

"Dean, talk to me. What are you thinking?"

"That I.." Dean paused.

Sam walked over, resting his hands on Dean's hips. "That you what?"

"That I want you to kiss me again."

Sam's left hand moved from Dean's waist up to his face, turning his head. Sam leaned his head forward and took Dean's mouth again.

They had spent all day making love, or just holding each other and kissing. Finally drifting off to sleep, laying in each others arms.

But once again, their sleep was interrupted by the women holding them captive.

Several of them had surrounded Dean while others forced Sam to his feet, handing him clothes.

Once he was dressed, his hands were bound behind his back, he was being lead to the cave entrance.

"Sam!" Dean shouted, trying to get to his feet. One of the women was holding a wooden pole. She swung it up against Dean's face, smashing it into his nose, knocking him unconscious to the ground.

"Dean!!" Sam yelled as he was being pulled out of the cave.