Title: Going Home
Author: Bj Jones
Rating: FRAO
Summary: He was going home
Series: Who Will Speak
Author’sNote: To keep from being killed because of the last story… Song: “Home” by Daugherty
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Sam shifted in the bed, blinking at the light pouring into the window. It was morning.
He sat up in bed in a panic. It was morning.
Dean. The bastard drugged him. He couldn’t stop the choked sob that ripped from his throat.
Dean. His brother. His lover. Gone.
“Dude, lay back down I’m exhausted.”
Sam turned in the bed and looked down to see Dean laid out next to him, blinking up at him sleepily. He jumped out of the bed, stumbling onto the floor when his foot caught the bedspread. He struggled out of the blankets then grabbed his gun and pointed it at ‘Dean’.
Dean just leaned up on his elbow, “Dude.”
“Christo.” Sam’s voice was firm.
“Not a demon,” Dean sat up hands raised. “It’s me.”
He shook his head. “The deal.” Tears began to fall down his cheeks. “You left me alone.”
Dean knelt in front of his brother, taking the gun from his hand and setting it aside. “I’m sorry. But I couldn’t… I didn’t want you to see me die.”
Sam pulled him into his arms and took his mouth into a bruising kiss. He pushed Dean onto the floor and covered him with his own body, thrusting his erection into Dean’s hips moaning as the friction began to build. Dean wrapped his legs around Sam’s hip and thrust upward, groaning as they began to rut against each other desperate for each other’s touch, to feel, to know that they were here, now, together. Sam bit down on his brother’s shoulder as he thrust against him and came with a deep moan. He felt his brother arch upward and still as a pained groan ripped from his throat.
Sam panted as he lifted up on his arms and looked down at his brother. “How?”
“Dad.” Dean looked away from him. “Dude, it was dad.”
Flashback
I’m staring out into the night,
Trying to hide the pain.
Dean had stepped away from the Impala, determined that she wouldn’t get a scratch from the hellhounds. Instinct had told him to run, but he held his ground. There was no use running, and he didn’t want the demon to even think that he was trying to get out of the deal. He had come all this way; he wasn’t going to screw it up now.
“I’m a bit surprised to see you alone.”
Dean turned and looked at the demon who held his contract. “Lilith, I take it?”
“You would be correct,” the little girl answered with a smile. “Where’s Sammy?”
“Away from here, away from you. Behind and under even more protection than you can get past,” he said with a smirk.
“Still protecting little Sammy.” She let go of her caretaker’s hand and walked over to him. “Why do you do it?”
“Why do you care?” Dean crossed his arms in front of him. “I’m here. You got what you wanted.”
“No.” She stopped in front of him. “I want the world at my feet and all you Winchesters bowing to me.”
“I don’t care if you have the cute little girl thing going on, no way in hell bitch.” Dean snarled. “Send the hounds to take me to hell. Torture me. But I will not bow to you.”
“Oh yes you will,” Lilith snapped her fingers.
Dean braced himself for the impact of the hounds, but they never came.
Lilith frowned and glared at her caretaker. “What seems to be the problem!?”
“Sorry, sweetheart but this is one soul you’re not getting.”
Dean stared in shock at the figure that now stood in front of him. “Dad?”
John Winchester turned and smiled at his son. “Dean.”
He shook his head. “You got out…”
“I did,” he walked up to his oldest son and pulled him into his arms. “And I’m going to get you out.”
He held onto his dad, burying his face into his shoulder. “I’m sorry, sir.”
“Don’t be, Dean. You gave yourself for your brother, I’m proud of the man you are.” He gave him a smile then stepped back and turned to face Lilith. “You’re not getting my son.”
“The contract is valid,” she glared up at him. “You have no authority over me.”
“You really need to be put over someone’s knee and spanked, little girl,” John growled at her. “And I have more authority than you think.”
Lilith stomped her foot and raised her hand. “We’ll see about that.” Her eyes went white as a blast of power surged forward. John held his ground and didn’t move, letting the surge move around him, dispersing behind him. Lilith frowned.
“This is how it’s going to be.” John pulled out a Colt and held it to her head. “Dean’s deal is null and void or you die.”
“That isn’t the Colt,” she called his bluff. “Bela gave me the real one.”
“Samuel Colt made this one just for you. It’s amazing the people you meet in Heaven.” John cocked the weapon.
Lilith looked up into John Winchester’s eyes and saw the deadly intent. “I let him go, we all walk away.”
“That’s the deal,” he said.
“Fine.” She snapped her fingers; the contract appeared in front of her. She looked at Dean. “It’s your lucky day.” The contract burned.
Dean felt the pressure release, he suddenly felt light and free. He closed his eyes and savored the feel of the cool night air against his face.
“It doesn’t matter if it’s now or later John. They will be mine.” She took her caretaker’s hand. “Incest is a very, very naughty sin.” With that they were gone.
John turned towards his oldest son. “Dean.”
He looked down, then back up at his father. “I love him.”
John placed a hand on Dean’s shoulder. “I know. The contract’s gone, but she’s still after your heads.”
“We’ll be careful, sir.” Dean nodded he pulled his dad into a hug. “Thank you, Dad.”
“It wasn’t just me,” John clapped his shoulder. “You two have some powerful protectors. Mary and I included.”
“Mom?” Dean looked at him with wide eyes. “You’re with mom?”
He nodded. “She sends her love and said to tell you that she will see her boys again.”
“Tell her…”
“She knows, Dean. She knows.” John stepped back and gave him a small wave. “Go home to Sammy.”
Dean watched as his father disappeared. He didn’t hesitate. He got into the Impala and slipped on his ring and looked at the letter. Maybe one day he’ll let Sam read it. He stuffed it into the glove box then drove away from the crossroads back to Sammy, Metallica blasting out of the windows.
He pulled up to the small hotel, parking his girl by the front door. He hadn’t expected to see the dawn, let alone hold Sam again. Dean slipped back inside the room. He sat on the other bed and just watched his brother sleep. He tossed his jacket onto the bed, then pushed his boots off to the side. As dawn rose over the treetops he lay down next to his brother and pulled him into his arms. Dean kissed his temple. “I’m home.” Then he fell into an easy sleep.
The miles are getting longer, it seems,
The closer I get to you.
I’ve not always been the best man or friend for you.
But your love, remains true.
And I don’t know why.
You always seem to give me another try.
End of Flashback
“Dad?” Sam leaned back against the bed staring at his brother in shock. “Wow, Dean.”
“I know.” He fiddled with his t-shirt. “You know why I had to do it.”
“Yes, but doesn’t mean I have to like it.” Sam grabbed his brother and pulled him close. “We’re in this together. You and me Dean.”
“You and me.” He leaned down and kissed his brother with all his love and passion. “I want you to fuck me.”
Sam lifted Dean up and tossed him onto the bed with a grin. “Get out of those clothes or I’m ripping them off.”
Dean shimmed out of his jeans and boxers, tossing them to the floor, his t-shirt soon following. He laid out naked on the bed, in just his socks. Dean took his hard cock into his hands and stroked it, his eyes not leaving Sam’s face. He spread his legs, moaning as pleasure spiked up his spine. His other hand played with one of his nipples, then the other until both were erect. He continued his path down his stomach, he reached for his balls when Sammy grabbed it in a tight grip. “No touching.”
“Well you weren’t doing anything,” Dean challenged him, his other hand still stroking his prick.
Sam grabbed both his hands and put them above his brother’s head. “Now you’re going to hold onto this headboard and not let go while I fuck you into this mattress.”
Dean closed his eyes and moaned, his body arcing upward seeking his brother’s touch. “Please Sam.”
Sam stripped out of his clothes and crawled onto the bed, spreading Dean’s legs apart his hands caressing his thighs, ass, then settled on his hips. “You are so beautiful laid out like this for me. Spread open wide, waiting for me to just eat you out.” Sam bent his head down and took the hard cock into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the head, lapping up the pre-cum. He licked down the length then mouthed the balls before he pushed up on Dean’s thighs exposing the tight hole. Dean was still red and slightly swollen from the hard fuck Sam had given him before…
Sam shook his head, letting go of the past. He swiped his tongue over the entrance, relishing the sounds his brother was making. He had to grip his own cock to keep from coming too soon. He was hard and aching, just wanting to be buried deep inside Dean, to feel his pulse through his dick. To know Dean was here with him, and would always be. He sat back up and grabbed the lube off the table. He slicked up his fingers and pushed them into his brother, finding that one spot. Dean pushed onto Sam’s hand, moaning desperately as Sam found that spot and stroked it. His hands gripped the headboard, head thrashing, words incoherent. All he wanted was for Sam to push inside of him, to take him.
“Sammy… fuck me… come on.”
Sam slicked up his cock and slowly pushed into Dean’s hole, his body opening up and letting him in. He moaned when he was buried balls deep inside him. Sam leaned over and took his brother’s mouth into a wet kiss, his tongue dueling with Dean’s. He pulled out then pushed back in, savoring the feel, the heat. He knew he couldn’t hold back much longer. He sat back on his haunches and spread his brother’s legs apart and thrust into him hard and fast. He stared down at where their bodies were joined watching his hard cock slide in and out of Dean’s stretched hole. He let go of Dean’s legs, they were quickly wrapped around his waist as he leaned forward and fucked his brother hard. Dean met each thrust, moaning as his prostate was stimulated. He gripped the headboard and yelled out his release, hot semen spelling all over his stomach and chest. Sam thrust in a few more times then came yelling out Dean’s name.
Dean let go of the headboard and ran his hands down Sam’s back, soothing him as he felt the tears splash onto his shoulder. He rolled them until they were on their sides, feeling the loss as Sam slipped out of him. Dean ran a hand along Sam’s hair and kissed his forehead. “Go to sleep Sammy.”
***
They were driving down the road, windows down, music playing. Sam looked over at Dean; he couldn’t help the smile on his face. Dean rolled his eyes but his grin didn’t fade. Sam laughed lightly and looked back towards the road. Dad gave him Dean back; one day he would have to thank him for the birthday present. But for now, they would carry on, fight the good fight. Kill evil son of bitches. Love, laugh and live.
So I’m going home,
Back to the place where I belong.
And where your love has always been enough for me.
I’m not running from.
No, I think you got me all wrong.
I don’t regret this life I chose for me.
But these places and these faces are getting old.
So I’m going home.
Well I’m going home.