Sam's POV:

Dean fires a round of salt at the ghost and it shrieks before dissolving. I rummage as quickly as I can through the box until my fingers graze the silk of the ribbon. I yank it out and flip open my lighter, trying to get it to catch. Howls ring through the room and Dean's eyes flit from corner to corner, trying to pinpoint the next place where the ghost will appear. The lighter finally catches but before I can burn the ribbon, a hand fazes through my back and grips my lungs. It squeezes and I gasp for breath. Dean yells my name but I fall to my knees and drop the ribbon. Dean fires round after round and the ghost dissolves. I fall to the ground, trying to drag any bit of air I can get into my abused lungs. Dean grabs the ribbon and I watch as it catches fire. The ghost shrieks in pain before disappearing in a wave of flames. Dean drops to his knees beside me and gathers me into his arms. My chest burns and my throat aches, but I manage a small smile. Dean huffs and pushes my hair from my face. He leans down and brushes a soft kiss to my lips. I hum softly and he chuckles at me.

"You have to be more careful Sammy. I don't want to lose you." I nod and Dean helps me to my feet. He wraps me in a hug and I snuggle into his warmth. My body aches and all I want is to have a long, hot shower and curl up next to Dean. I bend down to grab our duffles but he beats me to it and gives me a withering look when I go to protest. He grips my hand and pulls me from the decrepit house.

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I tilt my head under the spray of hot water and groan as it soothes my aching muscles. Being flung around by ghosts and having my lungs attacked can really take a lot out of a guy. I close my eyes and let the water wash away the grime covering my face. The door opens and I can hear Dean shuffling around outside the curtain. Cold air slithers into my little bubble of steam and I look over my shoulder to see Dean stepping in behind me. He grins at me and I turn back to the water. He presses up close to me and trails kisses over my shoulder-blade. His hand traces a shape on my back and he lets out a shaky breath.

"Your bruising already." Dean wraps his arms around my waist and I lean back against him. His lips leave a fiery trail across my skin and I shiver, despite the scorching temperature of the water.

"I'm not surprised. My chest is still hurting a bit." Dean grumbles behind me and leans his chin on my shoulder. I tilt my head and kiss his nose. He pouts and so I lean down to place a chaste kiss to his puckered lips.

"I should have known where the ghost was going next. I should have protected you better." Dean's lips twist in disgust and I turn around to face him. He lets him arms drop from my waist, crossing them as he avoids my eyes.

"It wasn't your fault Dean and if you haven't noticed I'm a grown man. I can handle ghost attacks." Dean looks me up and down and licks his lips. His eyes smolder when he meets my gaze and I flush under the spray of water.

"Oh I've noticed alright." Dean steps closer and cups my jaw. I lean down and meet him halfway in a wet kiss. He forces my mouth open and flicks my tongue with his. I groan and press closer to him. He grabs my hip and thrusts his cock against mine, our tongues slicking together in a sensual dance. He bumps his cock against my tip and I grasp his shoulders, my fingers curling around his throat. He reaches down and grips both of our cocks in his fist and jerks them together.

"Hmm Dean, squeeze tighter." Dean complies and his fist is like a vise around my cock. He pumps quicker, adding a twist with a snap of his wrist and scrapes his nails against my sensitive flesh. Our cocks glide together, partly from the water and partly from the come leaking from both of our tips.

"You feel so good Sammy. So wet." Dean slants his mouth across mine and I flick my tongue against his lips, tasting the salt on his skin. He pumps faster and I rise up on the balls of my feet when he yanks me forward. I hiss and thrust my hips, trying to get closer to the heaven that is his fist. His cock rubs against mine and I dig my nails into his throat. Dean moans and pumps his hand quicker, his thumb nail flicking my slit. I can feel the tingle at the base of my spine and my balls draw up.

"I'm close, so close." I pant like a dog in heat and force my eyes open when Dean snarls at me. His green eyes burn into me and I can feel myself getting lost in the deep orbs. Dean releases his death grip on our cocks and I growl with frustration. He smirks at me and spins me around to face the shower head. He reaches around and clasps my throbbing cock in his fist. He jerks me like his life depends on it and I throw my head back and scream my release, loud enough for the people in the room next to us to hear. Dean pushes on my back and I slump forward against the shower wall. My body tingles and my legs shake but I know what to do. I spread my legs and curl my back, pushing my ass out for Dean. He spreads my cheeks and places the tip of his cock to my hole. I look over my shoulder at him and he licks his lips before pushing the tip in, popping past the first ring of my inner muscles. My ass burns but I push back, trying to get him to go further. Dean grips my hip, stilling my movements.

"We don't have lube baby." I whine in protest but Dean grips my hip tighter. Dean wraps his hand around his cock and begins a fast paced rhythm, his wrist twisting and his nails scraping his swollen flesh. His cock is flushed a deep red, his veins a prominent purple and he looks like he will burst any second. His balls are drawn tight against his cock and I thrust my hips back to meet his hips. He looks up at me and I lick my lips and bit my lip, letting him see the fiery arousal burning in my very soul. Dean thrusts harder against me and my hole burns as he stretches me with only the water from the shower. His cock kicks against me and he throws his head back, the cords in his neck thumping under his skin. I feel the hot splash of his come flood inside me and I groan. Dean slumps against me and brushes a kiss to my shoulder. He catches his breath and I reach back to stroke his slick skin, my fingers dancing over the various scars and puckered skin of his arms and shoulders.

"It's always so damn good with you Sammy. Always." Dean pulls away slowly and I hiss in pain. My hole throbs and I turn slowly to face him. Dean watches me with a worried twist of his lips and I smile reassuringly.

"I love you Dean." He smiles and kisses my jaw, his tongue flicking out to taste my skin.

"I love you Sammy. Forever." We finish up in the shower, Dean insisting on washing the come from my hole. I complained but he promised to replace it as soon as we got some rest. That mollified me for now. I snuggle next to him in our bed and listen as his snores filter out beside me. He lays curled against me, his leg thrown over my hip. His arm is wrapped tight against my chest and I brush a small kiss to his wrist. I should get some sleep but worry nags at my mind. We've been on the hunt for a vamp that's been turning people, reports suggesting that an army is being amassed. Along with that worry, comes the constant worry of what people would think of Dean and I's relationship. It may be wrong to most people but to us, it's perfect. We've always known on some level that we would always belong to each other, but two years ago it became clear that the love we once called brotherly was in fact the soul crushing, butterfly inducing, all-consuming love that two people whose souls are one, shares. I was afraid to move forward, afraid to admit that I was in love with Dean but he surprised me, by admitting it first. I almost died from a werewolf attack and Dean stayed by my side for days, his eyes haunted as I fought to stay alive. When I came to, he kissed me and told me never to scare him like that again. Ever since we've been even more inseparable. Dean mumbles in his sleep, pulling me from my thoughts and snuggles closer to me. I smile and close my eyes, letting sleep claim me as my lover/brother holds me close.