Date: Mon, 21 Dec 2009 22:37:41 -0800 (PST)
From: phantomwilliams@gmail.com
Subject: Supernatural Brothers: Part 2

Supernatural and all characters related are copyrighted Warner Brothers
Studios. Supernatural is owned by the CW network. I do not own the
characters involved. This story is for people over 18 and therefore if you
are underage, it is probably illegal that you read this.


The bodies breathed in unison. Their breaths fell heavy and loud in the
silence of that night. Dean's right leg brushed against Sam's left leg,
their warmth transferring among the both of them. His right hand brushed
the hair off Sam's face.

Sam moaned.

Dean then touched Sam's face; his cheeks, his cheekbones, his jaw, his
chin. He wasn't used to giving this kind of attention to someone,
especially to a guy who was his brother. He sighed. He couldn't believe how
incredible their night together was. He couldn't believe that they had
reached that level of love for each other.

Suddently there was a flicker of the neon signs outside. The earpiercing
ringing that sounded afterwards was all too familiar. Sam woke up startled
and confused. He covered his reverberating ears. Dean slid out of bed, his
naked body almost running into a fuming Castiel.

"What have you done?!"

"None of your fucking business! Back off!"

Castiel shoved Dean into the wall, his leg crashing into the nightstand
sending a lamp to the ground. It shattered, broken glass flying all over
the ground.

"How is this none of my business? The blasphemy you have committed

crosses so many boundaries... I can't even begin to explain to you two
idiots what the consequences are."

"Try us."

"Not only did you fornicate with another man, but with your brother! And
not only is he your brother, but a spawn of Satan himself!"

"Oh fuck off!" This time it was Sam who spoke. He had wrapped the sheets
around his waist and had stood up, his height imposing. Dean was still
standing close to the wall, his naked body catching the various colored
lights from the signs outside.

"I'm sorry Sam but this time I can't just fuck off as you so eloquently put
it. You are both way in over your heads and you are even bigger imbeciles
if you think you have not earned the wrath of some of my superiors. You
better be ready for war, Dean. Satan has claimed you both and not even God
can save your souls now."

With a flash of headlights from a passing car, Castiel was gone.

Dean sat on the bed, the palms of his hands covering his eyes. The
frustration was boiling inside him.

"Does everyone have a problem with me being happy? I finally reached

that fucking eloping little bitch called happiness for a couple of hours
and pricks are already attacking."

Sam was still standing but wasn't as tense as when he first got up. He made
his way around the bed until he got in front of Dean. He kneeled in front
of him, his knees opening in cuts from the glass shattered earlier. Sam
grabbed Dean's hands and pulled them down from his face.

"Hey, I love you, but if you think this is going to change what just
happened, you are just like he said- an idiot."

"I can't just ignore him, Sammy, he's a freakin' angel, messenger of the
Almighty." A tinge of sarcasm could be heard in Dean's voice as he said the
last word.

"Dean." Sam moved in between Dean's legs, spreading them at a wide
angle. "Don't ruin it. I'd rather have lived a couple of days in your arms
than an eternity by myself, or as a servant of any god or demon. I want you
and now that I've had you I can't live without what we have."

"But Sam, it's not that simple..." He never quite finished his
sentence. Sam moved even closer to him, grabbing Dean's penis with one hand
and rubbing his testicles with the other. His mouth found Dean's mouth and
they kissed while the hand job took its course.

Dean was at first taken aback but then decided that it was impossible to
resist. He moaned, throwing his head back.

Sam pulled his tongue from Dean's mouth and proceeded to licking Dean's
face, the two day old beard feeling rough against Sam's tongue, like a
cat's tongue.

"Sammy..." Dean moaned as Sam proceeded to his throat. His Adam's

apple was gulping as Sam nibbled and licked at it. All the time Sam was
pumping Dean's fully erected member, causing it to throb.

"Sammy, oh Jesus, I'm gonna cum!"

Sam immediately pulled his face from licking Dean's throat, to Dean's

penis which erupted as soon as Sam got to it. The semen splattered all over
Sam's face and in his mouth. Dean fell back on the bed. "Best fucking hand
job ever." Dean muttered as he rubbed Sam's head. "Fuck the angels. The
only thing I want is you."



Early that morning, after finishing packing and other routine exercises,
they took their bags to the car and went on their way. Dean drove as Sam
used his laptop to scan the news for any seemingly otherworldly activities.

The search proved to be futile and they eventualy just called Bobby to see
if he had any news.Bobby told them he was empty on cases. After driving
around for what seemed like hours, they drove off the main road onto a dirt
road leading somewhere into the forest.



Sorry...less action more plot :) decided it was best for now. Promise more
action in the next one...if you're still reading. Comments, concerns?
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