"Dean please, fuck me" Sam's voice was thick with arousal as he spread his long legs more to accommodate the elder Winchester.

"Sammy" Dean licked his lips, his cock pressing uncomfortably against the inseam of his pants.

"Please big brother?" Sam's hand fisted around his own length, making his cock twitch and harden more.

Shucking off his jeans and boxers, he was already shirtless, he crawled over Sam. Starting at his thighs he kissed up and over the hollows of his hipbones and then over his stomach muscles that twitched under the ministration. Flicking his tongue over his nipples, Sam arched up into him moaning his name softly.

"Dean I want you in me" Sam whined pulling Dean up into a rough kiss.

Reaching under his pillow he grabbed the lube that was there and clumsily put it on himself and put the bottle back. Pressing his hands into Sam's hips, he pushed his cock into the willing and ready body in front of him.

"Sammy, fuck" Dean moaned as he started driving his thrusts in at a fast pace.

"De I love your cock in me" Sam's back arched off the bed, making their chest touch.

Nipping and sucking at the taught skin of Sam's neck, Dean's hand reached between them and around Sam's length. The moans in the room kicked up a notch as the younger Winchester got closer to his orgasm.

"Come for me Sammy, come for me" Dean moaned loud as Sam did, his own following soon after.

Breathing heavily, he kissed Sam softly and rested his head against Sam's collar bone.

"Go ahead" Dean said, his voice barely there as he squeezed his eyes tight.

A snap sounded through the room and Dean was face first into a pillow, clean and dressed from the waist down. Rolling over, he looked at the honeyed eyes of the former trickster, trying to ignore the slight pity he saw there. That was the last thing he wanted.

"He'll be here in about three minutes" Gabe said quietly.

"Thanks and thanks" The second thanks is so quiet that even the archangel almost missed it.

With a fluttering sound Dean was again alone in the room again. Getting up he moved to the small table where he knows the paper of what their hunting and how to kill it will be there, in his messy handwriting.

Three minutes later on the dot Sam walked in, two bags of food and an astonished look that Dean got the research done.

"How do you get it done, it looks like you just rolled out of bed" Sam said, digging into his salad.

"Magic" Dean always responds, getting an eye roll from Sam. If only he knew.