Date: Mon, 31 Jul 2006 06:25:33 -0400
From: Miss Meehan <lilliluthor@hotmail.com>
Subject: Becoming - Chapter 11

Dean pushed into the Sam gently, perfectly aware that despite Sam's
appearance, he was still a virgin.  The wings seemed to have a life of
their own.  They seemed to move like limbs and fluttered back and forth
with each gentle nudge Dean made.  Both of Dean's hands were gripping his
younger brother's hips.  Sam's hands were raised above his head, fingers
splayed on the tiled wall.  Water beat down across Dean's back and
buttocks.  It was slightly cooler than when first they entered the shower.
Each thrust made Dean wince a little but no amount of pain could stop him
from complying with his brother's request.  Sam's head hung low between his
shoulders, the arch of the wings hiding his head completely. A low steady
growl emanated from his lips.  Dean slid one hand over Sam's waist and down
until he reached his cock.  The growling sounds became more animalistic
now.  Dean buried his face even deeper into soft black feathers and it
almost seemed to him that they were folding back slightly, as if to touch
him.  Dean pressed and pressed deeper into Sam, stroking him firmly with
each thrust. Sam was grunting his name.  His voice sounded like distant
thunder but it didn't frighten Dean.  Sam lifted one hand from the wall and
slammed a fist into it as he came.  Dean heard the cracking sound of the
cheap tiles giving way beneath it. One last push and Dean spilled his seed
inside his baby brother, one arm wrapped completely around Sam, the other
still stroking his softening shaft.

Spent, he leaned into Sam, placing soft kisses against his wings.  They
seemed to shiver just a little. After several minutes, Dean pulled out and
backed away, watching his baby brother standing there, legs spread apart,
still recuperating from their love making.  Sam slowly turned around to
face his older brother, his eyes still fierce but softening just a
little. He didn't speak; instead, he pulled Dean to him and kissed him
fiercely.  He whispered something in Dean's ear and Dean was pretty sure
Sam wasn't speaking English anymore.  The water was almost cold now.  The
two quickly washed off before it went completely cold and stepped out of
the shower and back to the room, toweling off as they went.

Sam pushed Dean onto one of the beds and grabbed the forgotten icepack.
Straddling his brother, he placed it along Dean's side and leaned down to
kiss him.

"You're mine now," Sam half growled.

He was about to kiss Dean again when Dean's cell phone rang.

"It could be dad," Dean said, reading Sam's reluctance to answer it.

Sam climbed off his brother and grabbed the phone.  He checked the caller
id and saw it was his father.  Not wanting to talk to him, he tossed the
phone to Dean.

"Hello," Dean answered hoarsely.

Sam smiled as he watched Dean lying stark naked on the bed trying to sound
as normal as possible.

"Who is this?" He heard Dean ask anxiously.

Sam stood still watching Dean's previous expression change to sheer horror
and rage.

"If you hurt him so help me..."

Sam grabbed the phone from Dean and listened to the voice taunting his
brother from the other end.

"Meg, you bitch...what do you want?"

"That's simple," the blond sneered into John Winchester's phone, "join us.
Take your rightful place as our leader and we'll let your father live."