Pairing: DeanxSam

Genre: Slash, Angst, AU

Notes: Unbeta'ed. AU from the end of "On the head of a pin".

Finding my way back to you - 02

"Don't you think something strange is happening here?"

Dean stopped eating his sandwich to look at Sam, arching his eyebrow.

"Do you care to elaborate?"

Sam took a large gulp of his soda before answering.

"Well, you know, some people from here. Paul was the funniest guy like two days ago. And now all he can think about is work."

Dean snickered.

"Some of us can't be lazy bastards like you."

Sam smiled, throwing a french fry at him.

"I'm serious Dean! He was the most laid back guy of the office. And now...well."

Dean took another bite of his sandwich, frowning at Sam's words. Indeed Sam wasn't the first to comment about Paul sudden change of behavior.

"Do you remember why that happened?"

Sam rested against the leather chair, looking at the ceiling of the expensive office.

"Well, he was called to the HR. Everybody thought he would receive a reprimand for something. But he just came back quietly and when we asked, he said nothing happened. And now...well, now he changed like I told you."

Dean pondered the words he just heard, finishing his lunch and wiping off the remains of ketchup from his mouth.

"Well, I can look into it, to see if there's anything wrong with his records on HR, but that's everything I can do."

Sam smiled.

"Thanks Dean."

Dean tried to ignore how that smile made his heart flutter every single time. Instead, he just picked up his lemonade juice and took a sip.

"Did you know this?"

Anna looked up from her crosswords magazine, arching her eyebrow.

"Knew what, Castiel?"

The angel seated beside the redhead, delivering another cup of strong coffee.

"Did you knew there was a hunt here?"

Anna wrote something in her crosswords.

"Yes, I did. That was half the point why I choose this company."

Castiel arched one eyebrow.

"I thought the whole point was to get them together again."

Anna just sipped her coffee, looking at the angel beside her.

"They needed a break from everything Castiel. From the war, the angels, the demons, from everything. But the thing that bonds them together is the simple, supernatural hunt. I thought it would be a good idea."

"You know they don't remember a thing, right?"

Anna laughed.

"Yes, I know. It will be like learning to hunt all over again."

Castiel just arched his other eyebrow.

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"Sam?"

The young man looked up from his Ipod, smiling fully when Dean came on his direction turning a car key in his finger.

"What are you still doing here?"

"I'm waiting for Ian so we can go to the bus stop."

"Ian is gonna be angry if he goes alone?"

Sam smirked.

"Why? Are you offering me a ride boss?"

Dean snorted.

"Don't call me that, I'm only four years older than you."

Sam laughed, arranging the strap of his bag.

"Come on, lead the way."

Dean smiled, walking side by side with Sam to the parking lot. They entered the silver Lexus and soon they took off. Dean searched for some music station as Sam texted Ian, explaining why he didn't wait for him. A few seconds later he received an answer. He just flipped open his cell phone.

'If there is sex, spare me the details.'

Sam felt the color going quickly to his cheeks and he coughed, flipping the cell phone closed. Dean finally settled for a pop station.

"What Ian said?"

Sam laughed, blushing even more.

"Nothing." he looked outside the window. "My place is not this way."

"I know." smirked Dean. "We're gonna get shit faced before taking you home."

"Dude, I'm not letting you drive drunk."

Dean rolled his eyes.

"I know that dumbass. So..." Stepped into the pedal even harder. "Which drinking games do you know?"

By the seventh time that Sam tried to bring the shot glass to his lips, he missed by a long mile. Dean started laughing when Sam tried again, just reaching his mouth on the third try.

"Nice one Sammy." said Dean, still chuckling.

"Shut up Dean, I wanna see you try."

Dean just smirked and tossed back his shot of tequila, a little of the liquid running through his chin. Sam's throat got suddenly dry, watching those evil little drops run through Dean's skin, his pouty lips full and red of the Strawberry daiquiri they shared earlier.

"Hey Dean, we should play 'I never'. Do you know the game?"

"Yeah, I used to play that back in College."

Dean poured another shot of tequila for both of them and Arranged himself on the foot of the couch.

"So, wanna start?"

Sam nodded and picked up his shot glass.

"I never threw up after a round of drinking games."

Dean arched his eyebrow.

"That's the best you got?"

Sam shrugged.

"Okay, bitch, my turn. I never had a threesome before."

Sam swallowed when Dean downed his shot.

"When?"

"Sorry, I don't kiss and tell." answered Dean, smirking.

Sam watched as Dean poured another shot to himself. Well, if they would step up the game, Sam wouldn't fall behind.

"I never slept with twins."

Dean just looked at him. Sam opened his mouth, shocked.

"But you just said..."

"Never said it was with two girls Sam."

Sam's eyes suddenly got dark. Dean licked his lips.

"I never came just from giving a blow job."

Sam stared at Dean for a few seconds before taking the shot. Dean narrowed his eyes. He poured another shot.

"I never had a threesome with a guy and a girl."

Dean took his shot and poured another one.

"I never got rimmed."

Both guys took their shot. The air around them suddenly got charged.

"I never got fucked more than once at the same night."

Sam drank his shot.

"I never came on a guy's face."

Dean drank.

"I never deep throated."

Sam drank.

"I never wanted to fuck someone so badly like right now."

Dean drank and approached Sam and spoke, his voice already rough with barely suppressed lust.

"I never wanted to be fucked so badly."

Sam drank his shot and gasped when Dean approached even closer, grabbing his shirt, kissing him. Sam let the shot glass fall from his hands, rolling on the carpet. Dean pinned Sam against the floor, climbing on top of him, deepening the kiss.

Paul typed the last words and pressed enter. His eyes widened when the whole file disappeared of the computer screen.

"No! No, no, no, that's not happening!"

He got up, shouting to himself, his voice echoing on the empty office.

Sam tore Dean's shirt, the buttons landing all over the place. Dean just growled and took off the polo Sam was wearing, soon going to his belt buckle. Sam bucked at the first brush of those hands in his half-hard cock.

Paul shook the computer screen.

"A failure, a failure, I deleted everything, oh my God."

He suddenly straightened up and walked towards the cafeteria, turning on the light.

"Fuck..."

Dean grunted in agreement, devouring Sam's lips as he sank all the way inside him, grabbing one powerful thigh and squeezing, before starting his thrusts, his drunk state making the movements erratic and uncoordinated. But Sam didn't seen to care as he just grabbed him by the neck, kissing him deep and hungry, their tongues mingling with their barely suppressed moans.

Paul caught the plastic fork and went towards the microwave. He broke the piece and adjusted the temperature for ten minutes. Then he impaled the broken piece of plastic on the button of the microwave, as if the lid was closed. He put his head inside the machine, his body starting to tremble with the shocks running through his body, the blood beginning to bubble up on his mouth.

Their groans got mingled as the noises grew louder and louder, the movements getting frantic. Dean bit Sam's throat, feeling the vibration of the younger man moans. He felt as Sam started to jerk himself off in time with his thrusts.

"Dean, God, faster..."

Dean just nodded, gaining leverage on Sam's thighs to speed up the movement. Sam cried out louder, his hand moving up and down in a blur. Dean opened his eyes and looked at Sam, his breath failing at the sight; those hazel eyes were almost black with desire, glazed over with the lust. Sam's face was flushed and sweaty, his cheeks flushed with pleasure.

"God fuck Sammy, so good."

The nickname made Sam spasm, like triggering something deep inside of him. He arched his back, reaching his peak, coming between their bellies, thick ropes of cum over his stomach and chest.

Dean faltered on his thrusts when he felt the vice grip on his cock. He gave one, two thrusts and his vision went gray around the edges as he came deep inside Sam. His mind thought for a few seconds of how they forgot a condom.

But somehow that wasn't important.

Paul's body gave a last twitch before he died, the smell of roasted flesh impregnating the air.

TBC