All You Need is Love

Title: All You Need is Love
Author: Bj Jones
Rating: FRAO/NC-17
Summary: A decision had been made

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He knew he was dreaming again. For the past several nights it had been the same dream. He was walking through the small precinct, waking up before he stepped into the back where the holding cells were. He stood in front of the door half expecting to wake up, but instead found himself opening the door.

His steps echoed in the empty hall stopping at the open cell.

“Freud would have a field day with this I think.”

FBI Agent Victor Henricksen looked up and smiled. “I think Freud would have a field day with you period, Dean.”

“Now why do you say that?” he asked leaning against the wall.

“Fucking your brother…”

“Yeah, that could send a few psychologists running for the books and possibly their Bibles.” He grinned with no remorse. “So tell me why you keep invading my dreams. You got some big secret that I need to know? Or just miss me that much?”

The FBI Agent stood up and stepped out of the cell, looking the hunter directly in the eyes. “You’re not going to hell Dean.”

He froze for a moment then smirked, “Well last I checked my soul is pretty much bought and paid for. That, and as you so lovingly put it, I’m fucking my brother. Incest is pretty far up there on the whole don’t do list.”

Henricksen shook his head, “God you’re stubborn.” He smacked Dean upside the head when he smirked. “That wasn’t a complement. I spent three years of my life hunting you two down, and the last day of my life fighting by your side. In that one day I learned more about this world and myself than the many years I’d been alive.”

“I’m sorry.” Dean bowed his head. “Even though I hated you for hunting us, I never wanted you to die in this war.”

“I died fighting.” He said with a smile. “And whatever that little bitch said about war and sacrifice? Fuck her. War is hell. But for us to win this one, we can’t fight like them.”

“How many people have to die?” Dean asked anger seeping into his voice. “How many good people have to die before… I’ve worked and fought all my life and I still can’t save the ones I care about.”

“You saved Sammy.”

“Yeah, I did such a good job I sold my soul to hell.” Dean shook his head. “Won’t be much good in a few more months. Sam wants so bad to save me, but I know he can’t.”

“He doesn’t have to.” Henricksen said.

“You already mentioned that, but not seeing how I can get out of it.” He closed his eyes and ran a hand over his face. “Are you going to explain to me why I’m here?”

“To give you the hope and peace you need.”

“Oh God … I’m having a nightmare.” Dean groaned. “If you get all chick flick on me Agent Henricksen I’m going to have to shoot you myself.”

Victor smirked. “Ruby was right about one thing. The war has begun. Many are going to die. But not you and Sam. Man you guys are it, the ones who will save us all.”

“No pressure there.” The hunter rolled his eyes. “Well, how we supposed to save the world? Bela stole the damn Colt, Ruby is pushing Sam into becoming some killing machine, I’m dead in a few months. HOW!? If there is some higher power out there that wants us to save the world, maybe he should give us some help instead of sitting on his ass.” He paused glaring at Henricksen. “And I swear to God if you say ‘save the cheerleader save the world’ I don’t care if you’re already dead I’m kicking your ass.”

The FBI Agent laughed, “No cheerleader I promise. And Dean you already did the one most important thing.”

“Really? What the fuck have I done that’s so grand that it will save the world?” He snapped.

“Saved Sammy.”

Dean looked at him, eyes wide with confusion. “But all that stuff about him coming back changed, Ruby and her influence… what if…”

Victor raised his hand, silencing the younger man. “What is the one thing evil can never fight against.”

Dean rolled his eyes and moved away from the wall. “What, love? How cliché is that!”

“Doesn’t mean it isn’t true.” Henricksen stepped in front of him. “You, Dean, despite the darkness, the evil, the selfishness… you have always done everything with a pure heart.”

“Pure? I ain’t no virgin. Ask Sammy.” He smirked.

He put his hand on the hunter’s chest. “Here Dean. You wouldn’t sacrifice Nancy. On many occasions you were willing to give up your life for a stranger. You gave up your soul for your brother. And you did it with a pure heart.”

“Okay this conversation is over.” He stepped away from the Agent and headed towards the door.

“Dean!”

He turned and stared at him. “What? Going to start preaching flower power? I thought you were more badass than that.”

Victor shook his head. “You want it laid out on the table?”

“Yes.”

“Sammy isn’t the one they need to fear.” He walked up to Dean. “Azazel had plans for Sam, yes, but what he never took into consideration was you. Dean, you’re the one they need to fear. You’re the one who will destroy them.”

“I’m not special.” Dean shook his head. “My job is to protect Sam.”

“Exactly.”

The hunter looked at him with a confused expression. “How is that supposed to save the world… and then there’s the whole…”

Victor’s eyes narrowed. “You know your father said you were a stubborn asshole.”

“Dad?”

“Met him, good guy though I have issues with the whole dragging kids around the U.S. hunting evil things, but that’s a whole different conversation.” He shook his head. “He sent a message, said you can’t give up something that didn’t belong to you.”

Dean smiled. “So he’s happy with mom?”

“Did you even listen to what I said?” Henricksen sighed in frustration.

“Something about not able to give something up that’s not mine…” He paused, realization coming to him. “It can’t be that simple.”

He grinned. “The best weapon is the simplest one.”

Dean laughed, relief flooding through him. “Thank you.”

“Dean listen to me.” Agent Henricksen gripped his shoulder. “You are one of the good guys. You’ve saved lives, helped those in need. Don’t ever lose sight of that. Keep holding strong.”

“It’s hard.”

“I know.” he said honestly. “But it’s worth it. One day you’ll have your reward.”

Dean gave him a smile. “Already have it.” Sammy was his whole reason for living. As long as he had him, he could keep going.

“It’s time to for you to wake up.”

***

“Dude, wake up!” Sam shook his brother awake.

“Sam?” He blinked and looked up at him. “What time is it?”

“Early,” he ran a hand down Dean’s face. “Should I be worried you called out Henricksen’s name in your sleep?”

“Oh yes, we were having hot angsty sex in the back holding cell,” Dean smirked. “The dude was hung.”

“Dean!” Sam groaned. “Now I’m scared for life!”

He laughed and reached up and kissed him deeply. “We’re going to be alright.”

Sam looked down at his brother, noticing he was more at peace. “Dean?”

“We’re going to beat this,” Dean pushed his brother down onto the bed, straddling him letting his hands roam down the firm naked chest. “You’re going to be my Sammy, not what Ruby wants you to be. I’m the asshole bastard who kicks ass. You are here to make sure I ask questions before burning the building down.”

“Dean….”

“NO!” He pinned Sam down. “This is the way things are, and the way things will always be.”

“Okay… what the hell!” He pushed against his brother only to be slammed back down. “Dean, what the fuck is wrong with you?”

He smiled a bit evilly. “Nothing.” He leaned down and kissed Sam deeply, running his tongue over the bottom lip, nibbling until Sam gasped and let his tongue sweep into the warm mouth. He pulled back slightly. “We’re going to be just fine.”

Sam looked up into the expressive green eyes and smiled. “Yeah, we are.” He pulled Dean back down and kissed him passionately, rolling them until he was on top, his brother’s legs wrapped around his waist. Sam wasn’t sure what happened in the space of one night, but suddenly everything was right with the world. It was as if they suddenly held the secret, he looked back down at Dean who gave him a grin, or maybe they had it all along. At the moment he didn’t care. Sam leaned down and kissed Dean hard and deep. Soft pants soon led to deep moans and sharp cries as he entered his brother in one long thrust, sliding in easily. Dean arched up into Sam’s touch spreading his legs wide relishing the feel of his brother deep inside him. Sam gripped the lean hips as he pumped into his brother, whispering his name over and over until he felt the warm splash across his stomach of Dean’s release, and with one last thrust, he shouted as his orgasm ripped through him. Bodies sticky with semen, and slick with sweat the two brothers laid there holding each other. For the first time in months, finally at peace.