An Unholy Union

By the time Spike came back, the brothers were dressed and appeared calm. He dropped a stretchy black blouse down on the table next to Sam, and then added a collar with ‘Spike’ embossed on it. There was a warning light in his eyes... he meant business. Drawing up a chair to join them, he noticed they’d done a good job of knocking back most of the liquor. “They haven’t caught all the escaped fighters, which means the search isn’t narrowed to you,” looked at Sam. “Works in our favor, yeah? But all areas near the exit are swarming.”

"So we hang out for a while, wait till it calms down a bit then make our way out?" Dean asked as Sam stared at the collar. "C'mon, Sammy, just for a bit. Besides, matches your big puppy dog eyes."

“No collar... no claim. Means anyone can do anything they want to you. If you’re collared, there’s a bit of a protection. Someone else wants you, they have to buy you or fight for you. Unless they’re new and stupid, not many will take that bet.” He leaned back in his chair, confident his reputation would keep the buggers away.

“You weren’t wearing one in the fighting pits... so far, we’ve done nothing wrong in getting you out of there without challenging your owner. Prior owners come for you and see my collar, we may have a fight on our hands, they’ll probably challenge. The real problem is in getting you out of Dark Haven. Stealing a slave and using force is part of the game. Taking them outside when they were brought in by another... unless the prior owners are dead,” he shrugged, leaving them to reach their conclusions. “Bright side, it could have been pink. Ask Dean, I have a thing for it, yeah?”

Dean nodded, "Not your color, Sammy."

"They were female vampires, I don't know their names. A different one came by between fights. Sarah, Lisa, Maria, but they wanted me to fight because they knew what I was to become. Could be." Sam was looking at Dean. "It might be harder to get out than we think.”

Dean looked over to Spike, "You think that will be a problem?"

“Could be. A lot of the fighters have more than one owner. Harder to get rid of them to get him free and clear. And if he was targeted on the outside, must mean someone or some people are more than a bit interested in him.” Spike stood up and paced away. “If we don’t know how many owners will lay claim to him, we can’t flush them out one by one and take care of them. And if we’re stopped at the gate, I’ll need to kill each one. Not a problem if it’s a few, but they know the rules... if they didn’t want to lose him, they’d make sure they have a claim that he was brought in by a group. Depending on how large...” he spread his hands. Turning to look at them, he came to a decision. “We’d best be ready to fight our way out. Make our way as close to the exit as possible. Play in the clubs, have drinks and...”

"What?!" Sam asked, looking over to Dean trying to get some kind of support or clarification. "Didn't you bring... you know." Sam asked.

"Yes, not stupid. But we still need to figure out another way without using it." Dean took a drink. "How about a disguise? Maybe dress Sam up as a vampire?"

"This is not a Halloween party," Sam looked at his brother.

"Better than dressing you as a girl," Dean smirked.

Spike was starting to get used to their way of half talking and half reading each others’ minds. “If we’re stopped, we’ll need to use the gun again. The closer to the exit the better.” Disguises. His gaze shifted to Sam. “Maybe we could vamp him up. Anyone who’s paying attention will know, but there are plenty here who like to dress their slaves up so it won’t be a problem. Might be a good way to at least hide him from anyone looking specifically for him.”

"Vamping, you mean like vampire not..." Sam looked between them and Dean got this grin on his face. "You wouldn't."

"Don't worry, Sammy, I'll make sure the pumps aren't too tight." Dean was grinning wider.

"Jerk," Sam kicked his brother under the table.

Dean chuckled, "Bitch. Just play along. It will be over soon once we’re out of here."

Spike’s gut clenched. They had history. They had an unbreakable bond, the sort he’d always searched for. He shouldn’t be jealous. He should be happy for them, for Dean.

*

A day and half had passed. They’d gotten to know each other a lot better. Spike wondered if it was just a bit of wishful thinking, but Sam seemed to have thawed and Dean was more relaxed. They’d drunk a lot, and suffered through Dean’s loud music, and worked together.

Outside the room, Spike had a bit of fun with the boys, making more of a show than necessary about owning them. He also took the opportunity to grope Dean like he wanted, because back in the room, neither of them touched each other. At least physically. But heated looks were exchanged. Lots of wishful thoughts. And torture... yeah, Spike couldn’t help licking his lips at just the right moment when Dean was looking, or hooking his thumb into his waistband and making sure Dean’s eyes were drawn to the bulge in his pants. Bastard had been silently mouthed more than once.

The time with the boys had been both fun and painful. Spike watched as they made pipebombs with automatic trigger devices... all the while arguing, and punching each other. Insults flew. Anyone really watching couldn’t fail to see that. Or not want to be part of it.

And now they were approaching zero hour. Drinking at the bar of a club close to the exit, Spike was beating off offers for his slaves and maybe enjoying the way Sam was freaking out at some of the more graphic offers to do him. Dean had gotten more used to it and seemed to be handling himself fine. God he wanted to kiss him. What happened to ‘end of the world sex?’

Dean sat next to Sam, smirking as he took a drink. He glanced over to Spike, knowing how he wanted to touch, to kiss and more. Dean did as well but right now was not the time. He reached over, sliding a hand to rest on Spike's leg and leaned over to whisper in his ear, "When we get out of here, I'll make it so worth it."

“Yes, you are,” Spike answered, trapping the hunter’s hand. Probably a bad idea, but he found himself threading his fingers through Dean’s and squeezing. They’d had a little time alone, when they were planting the pipe bombs. They’d left Sam behind so he wouldn’t be caught close to the exit, but there’d been no time for anything more than one heated kiss.

Gaze locked with Spike’s, Dean wished his hand could linger and stray, but then Sam bumped Dean. "I think they want us." It was time for Sam's make-up.

Dean got up, "Let' go get him all pretty. Eyeliner, lipstick."

Sam glared at Dean.

“Pumps and thongs,” Spike ran his hand over Sam’s ass, smirking as they walked to the back room where they had an appointment with a make-up artist.

Sam jerked his ass away and gave Spike a warning look. He pushed open the door and was about to turn around and leave when Dean pushed him into the room. "Just do it and get it over with. We'll be outside watching." Dean stepped back from the door.

Spike confirmed there was only one person in the room with Sam, and let Dean pull it mostly shut. From here, they would hear if there were any problems, which he didn’t anticipate. “He’s a bit jumpy.”

“Just nervous." Dean hesitated a moment, looked around then surged in and kissed Spike, taking, demanding, needing. He’d wanted this for so long and now that they were alone, he took his opportunity.

“Mmph.. Dean...” Spike’s arms closed around the hunter, pulling him up so hard he could feel every plane of the guy’s body. Maybe they couldn’t fuck now, but they were doing everything but... mouth’s tasting, taking... bodies colliding, rubbing... cocks straining, wanting.

Dean devoured, allowed himself to be devoured. He groaned and rubbed, trying to get more friction. He could come this way if given the time. And his need was great. It was obvious from the desperate way his hands explored Spike's body, gripped and clung to him.

“Mine,” Spike snarled, hardly looking up when someone passed close by them. “Mine,” he repeated more softly, this time telling Dean, showing him every way he knew how. His palm cupped Dean’s face as he kissed him again, made every nerve in the hunter’s body respond to him. Mine.

Dean heard the footsteps that hesitated and moved on. Then Spike said the word again, this time his tone softer and directed at him. He kissed Spike back with more softness and tenderness, trying to relay he’d heard, understood and agreed. He moaned then pulled back just enough to speak, "Yours," he breathed then kissed him deeply.

Spike remembered the Slayer saying something like that years ago. He gave the same pained smile, same answer more or less. “Liar. But thank you for saying so, anyway.” He didn’t give Dean a chance to argue, but covered his mouth with his, kept him too busy and too distracted to think, until the sound of the door opening had Spike jerking away from Dean.

Swallowing, he wiped his fingers across his mouth and turned to find Sam looking ferocious with his bumpy forehead.

Sam stood there, looking between the two. Dean with kiss swollen lips. Spike wiping his mouth. Sam flushed and, okay he avoided looking at their groins. "Can we get out of here now?"

Dean looked at Spike. He was gonna prove Spike wrong. One way or another. "What'd ya think, Spike, if we leave too soon..." He flashed that grin of his.

“Wouldn’t want to cheat Sam out of practicing being a vampire...” he fell into the game, and moved to Dean’s side, putting his arm around his waist. “Sam? Remember, Dean's our tasty human morsel. You want him as much as I do.” When no one moved, he barked, “Put your fucking arm ‘round him, and let’s go.”

Sam blinked at them then moved reluctantly and put his arm around Dean. He started walking with them. He was gonna kill Dean for this. Kill him for enjoying this way too much. Worse, there was something going on inside Sam that he wasn't gonna admit.

Dean looked between the two, seeming to love this, "Dude, I feel like we are some advertisement for one of those phone bars." He chuckled.

Sam pinched him and Dean elbowed him back. Knowing he had the upper hand, Sam goaded, "Hey, behave slave before I make you lick my shoes clean."

"In your dreams," Dean hissed under his breath.

"Push me, Dean, just push me and see." Sam smirked in triumph.

“Right, stop arguing and start kissing.” Spike didn’t miss Dean’s indrawn breath before the guy looked away. “Some actors you are...”

Once they were outside the club, Spike shifted to game face. “Sam, laugh with me. Dean... try to look scared. Think about Sam fucking the shit out of you, from what I saw when that towel fell...” He started to laugh out loud, clapping Sam on the back as the threesome made their way down the tunnel.

Sam couldn't kiss his brother but he did lean down and whisper under the guise of nibbling on his ear, "I swear, we get out of this, I'm gonna kick your ass."

Dean just made a face and tried to cock his head away as if he didn't like it.

"Love it when he is scared," Sam commented to Spike and chuckled. He smacked Dean on the ass and Dean jumped, shooting his brother a look. Dean then shot Spike a look and Sam had to force Dean to keep walking.

One step closer to the exit. Ten times as many pairs of eyes watching, trying to spot anyone who ought not be leaving. Right, it was a good thing no one was nervous, at least outwardly.

Gangs of vampires roamed around. Some looking for unclaimed humans. Some looking for the freed fighters, either to claim them or return to their owners. The fighting pit owners had their own guards walking round too. “Head down,” Spike whispered to Sam, wanting as little of his features to show as possible.

When they were stopped by a tall brunet with shifty eyes, Spike flirted with him. Any hopes he had of Sam joining in were dashed, though at least Sam made it looked as if he was busy with Dean. Then again, Spike figured at this distance, the vampire knew Sam wasn’t one of them. “My ahhh.... Vampire friend here is going to learn about making our slave ride the iron thorn.”

“You’re going to the Rose. Sounds like a good time.” The brunet’s gaze flicked to Sam. Forcing one human to hurt another was good recreation.

“Join us?” Spike was already scheming to pull the arse hole into a dark corner and dusting him.

“Maybe later. I’ll look for you.”

“You do that,” Spike said to his retreating back. “Don’t ask what the iron thorn is, won’t like it.”

They were near the exit now. Dean would know, but Sam might not. Spike whispered to them, telling them which tunnels they’d be taking... in case something happened to him. “On three, we set off the bombs and then we leave.” He held out a stake and the colt. “I’ll take the rear.”

Sam had been about to ask then closed his mouth. He grabbed Dean, by his arm and took the Colt, half not trusting Spike, still.

Dean took the Colt from Sam, reaching in his pocket for the trigger. Dean waited till Spike was ready and the bombs went off. Both brother crouched at the explosion and covered their heads. "GO!" Dean pushed Sam and both bothers started running with Spike.

Initially, all eyes and energies turned toward the explosions. Guards and other denizens of Dark Haven ran toward the fires, to put them out and to investigate. It bought the trio time, but not too much. Spike could feel the tides turning, feel the pursuit even before he looked behind. They came from all around them, game faced, angry and snarling. On the upside, other opportunists were trying to get out as well. Probably human slaves, maybe even some of the fighters they'd released.

Spike slowed and waited for a couple of blokes to catch. "Did you see them?"

"No--"

He didn't give the second vampire a chance to talk. Within minutes, one was incapacitated and the other a puff of dust. Flipping a stake out, he made sure there were two piles now. Wouldn't do for them to report who it was that was helping the humans escape. Bloody hell, while he was busy lip servicing Dean, he should have been in that room with Sam, exchanging platinum blond hair for something else.

Shouts erupted around them. From a distance, Spike could see the boys were fighting their way out. He didn't feel too badly about how they were doing until a small troop of demon guards came out of a building close to them. "Bugger."

He ran towards them, at times throwing things in the way of his pursuers, taking down as many as he could along the way.

Sam and Dean fought in tandem, Dean taking on more than his fair share and being pretty deadly with the Colt. "Spike, reload!" He shouted, remember he had given the vampire extra rounds. He got close enough to him as he battled his way, grabbing the rounds and ducking as ash fell over him from Sam dispensing a vampire going after him.

Sam whipped around, stabbing another while Dean reloaded. He ducked down, letting one roll over his back before he stabbed another. "Hurry up," he growled and then he winced as his head started to hurt. He turned in time to see Dean rise up and finish loading the Colt when a demon had his brother by the throat. "DEAN!" Before he knew it, the beast was flying through the air and he didn't even touch him.

Dean looked back to his brother, a bit shocked but there was no time, "Exit!" Sam shouted at him and they both took off towards the black wrought iron gates.

"Lets go, Spike!" Dean shouted before he got out and was running down the main tunnel of the old aqueduct where it opened up at street level. Thank God his baby was still there.

Spike was right behind him, but stopped to turn when another voice echoed his name from behind him. The vampire chasing them stopped, and merely pointed and said Spike's name again.

Fuck.

There was no time to do anything about it, the numbers behind them were growing. When Spike reached the car, Sam already had the engine running and Dean was standing outside the car on the passenger side, shooting at the vampires behind him. The instant Spike was inside the car, Dean followed, and the car lurched forward.


* * *

The Winchester brothers seemed to have some sort of radar or sixth sense for finding abandoned houses, not that Spike was about to complain. Two nights ago, they’d found a shack and crashed there, then yesterday, they’d found this two bedroom place with a nice porch and even some beer. Right, they’d already made two more runs since then for beer and whiskey, and decided to stay a few days.

As Spike headed back out to the porch, he caught a glimpse of Sam arranging some candles near the fire place. “You worry too much, yeah?” he called out over his shoulder, realizing Sam was using a spell to cover their tracks from the vampires. “And you... you don’t worry enough,” he drawled, seeing how relaxed Dean looked, kicking back on the settee with his legs out on the rattan coffee table, and a beer in hand. Now that they’d all recharged, it was getting a lot harder to keep his hands off the hunter.

Inside the house, Sam pulled out the angel root and other herbs to place in the fire place. The candles were for Spike, to ease his senses when he walked in the house. The rest were for the other vampires. Sam just shot Spike a look through the open door, but it wasn't one of annoyance like he used to give him. It was more of an acknowledgment that he’d heard. And of course Sam was the over cautious one. They had demons after them. Spike was lucky they didn't have the mattresses over the windows yet.

Dean on the other hand tipped his head lazily to Spike and smirked, "Oh I worry, I just hide it better." He lied of course.

"Yeah... all those little worry lines running across your face..." Sitting on the porch railing across from him, Spike gave him a heated stare. Maybe he could get a few minutes alone later, when Sam fell asleep... or they could take off for another beer run. He looked back through the door at Sam.

Dean pushed up, stepping over to Spike, he leaned in close to him, leaving no doubt of his intentions. "These are not worry lines, these are smile lines. Take a closer look."

Fuck... so close, so close Spike’s body was already reacting. “Haven’t learned anything yet about teasing a vampire, have you?” His shot again toward Sam, who had his back to them, but would probably finish up and come out soon.

Dean tipped his head, giving a slow lick up Spike's neck to his ear and then nipped at it. "Am I getting better?"

Growling, Spike moved his head around, managing to brush the corner of Dean’s mouth with his. He was gripping the railing so tight, his knuckles whitened. “Too good, yeah. Meet me somewhere... make an excuse. Or... step the bloody hell back.”

Dean stayed close, reaching around Spike to set his beer down, and staying in that position. "I'm not making an excuse." Dean pressed in hard to show Spike how hard his own cock was.

Didn’t happen too often, but Spike was robbed of his thoughts. “What, then?” He swallowed, aching to hold Dean... to put his arm around him and kiss him just once. “You want me to order you... to make him think you’re still obligated... there’ll be another fight.” With his hormones now raging, he was bloody close to not caring about either beating little brother up or letting him do his best... so long as there was sex at the end of it. “God... this is payback, isn’t it?”

"Sort of, but Sam knows the truth. He knew back in the Haven. So ..." Dean surged in and kissed Spike hard, long, demanding and at the end, needing that much more. He pulled back breathing hard, "We can go to one of the rooms, finish this up there ... Or we could, just ... not do anything at all." Dean pulled away turning to his beer, taking a drink and went to sit back down.

“He knows... knew... all this time, and I’ve been...” It took a few minutes for the vampire to process all that. “You told Sam... the truth.” Pushing off from the rail, he sauntered over and sat down next to Dean, putting his arm around him. “C’mere...” Knocking the beer out of his way, Spike lowered his mouth firmly over Dean’s. He’d been dying to do this since last night.

One kiss lead to another. Spike forced Dean all the way back and was half sprawled over him as he stabbed his tongue in and out of the hunter’s mouth, running his hands possessively over his chest and wanting so bad to tear those already tattered jeans off him.

That was when he heard the ‘ahemming.’ The clearing of the younger Winchester’s throat. They had company...

Dean didn’t stop kissing Spike even as Sam emerged and was clearing his throat. He merely held up a hand to tell his brother to wait while he finished kissing Spike before pulling away, heavy in breath and looked at his brother. "Dude. What? Jealous? Dinner ready? What?"

"You know you two could take that inside. We really shouldn't be outside for a while." Sam motioned toward the door with a swing of his arm to try and herd the two inside.

Dean glanced over to Spike, "He has a point. We can take this inside." He gave a smile.

“You’re being a worry wort,” Spike got up, pulling his shirt down and smirking at the slight flush staining Sam’s cheeks. “So you want us inside, both of us? Are we having manwich for dinner?”

"What?" Sam asked then realized what he was talking about. "What?! No! No." He backed up. "It was just ..."

Dean sat up, pulling his own shirt down. "Let's go inside, more comfortable anyway." Grabbing his beer, he headed inside, smacking his brother’s ass when he passed.

Before Sam had time to utter his protest, Spike came up behind him, and bodily shoved him up against Dean. He reached out and held Dean’s sides, pressing forward and in the process, sandwiching Sam up tight between them. “What… never played ‘train’ as a kid?”

"Hey!?" Sam was suddenly up against his brother, and trapped by Spike. "Yes, I mean no." He stuttered.

"Leave Sammy alone," Dean spoke but not harshly. He walked into the house, a bit disturbed at the feel of his brother against him and how much he ... hadn’t hated it.

“Sammy… alone. Done.” Stepping around the taller brother and searching his face for a split second, he took another step and slipped two fingers down the front of Dean’s jeans, catching him by the waist band and walking backwards as he dragged him into one of the bedrooms. “This won’t take long…”

Sam cleared his throat, "Yeah." He was blushing a bit.

Dean walked with Spike, a slight smirk on his lips and his eyes filled with lust. He gave a shrug, "Could be longer." He was reaching out to undo Spike's pants as they entered the room and his foot kicked the door closed.

Sam realized he was holding his breath and let it out.

“Best he get used to it fast… dive in the deep end.” As their bodies collided and a jolt of heat ran through his system, Spike couldn’t have been more pleased that Dean had come clean and decided to stop hiding this… this chemistry between them. Closing his hands over the hunter’s tight ass, he pulling him up hard against his body and buried his face in his throat.

Dean's head hit the door, not realizing the latch clicked as he did. It slipped into the open position and he started pushing Spike back toward the bed. "He's used to me having sex." Though not with a man. He reached for Spike's shirt, pulling it up over his head. He tossed the shirt away as his hand quickly came back to explore that well defined chest.

“Is he, now?” Now there was a taunt that deserved a bit of punishment. He made short work of dean’s belt, and pulled his zipper down, biting his lower lip as the guy returned the favor, brushing his already aching cock over his pants. “Fuck.”

Spike sat down on the bed and gripped Dean’s hips, eyes locking with his boy’s greens. “Straddle me,” he demanded. “Come on, pretty boy.”

Dean smirked, "Demanding shit." He pulled his jeans and shirt off then moved, placing his hands on Spike's shoulders and straddling him. So tempting to just push him back. But instead, he leaned down and grasped Spike's chin, pushing it back so he could lick him.
Spike groaned lightly and let Dean have his way with him for a while. He could feel the hunter’s powerful thighs start to tighten around him as his knees dug into Spike’s sides. They both needed more pressure, but Spike wasn’t letting him get any closer… was physically preventing anything but the lightest of brushes of their groins. Instead, he put his tongue out and engaged Dean’s outside their mouths, fighting the heat that flooded his system and demanded more.

Dean circled his tongue around Spike’s then pulled back. He looked the vampire over with a heated gaze. "You are teasing me." He growled. "Stop teasing." He tried to push him down on the bed.

“Hurts me more than it hurts you,” was the husky response the hunter got, though Spike didn’t relent. Leaning forward, he skimmed his open mouth across Dean’s chest, pressing his tongue against taut, slightly salty skin. “Want to fuck me, do you? Like all those other times you got Sam used to you having sex with women…”

Dean growled then suddenly pushing with all his strength because he was hungry for him. "I want. Need, damnit."

Spike let him slide up his body until their cocks rubbed. “Give me your tongue. And don’t move. Mean that, yeah… don’t move.” He read confusion in Dean’s eyes, but let him figure it out for himself. Surging forward, he sucked on Dean’s tongue, lifting his hips in the same rhythm, but holding Dean so that the hunter couldn’t buck…

Dean's fingers gripped at Spike's shoulders. He was breathing heavy, his heart pounding. He groaned deeply, "God, what you are doing to me."

“Doing all the work, is all. Give me your mouth again.” As he fucked and kissed Dean, he felt the boys fingers dig into him… heard and felt his curses, knew how hard Dean had to be struggling to keep his hips from thrusting. Just the knowledge of what Dean had to be going through… how he was restraining himself… what each flexing of his thighs meant… was driving Spike closer and closer to the edge. When he’d worked himself up until there was no more room for thought, he grunted, “go for it… anything you want.”

Dean shoved Spike back, sinking his teeth into Spike's neck, trying to leave a mark. He growled then scrambled off him, He grabbed Spike’s pants and started pullin’ them off. He wanted at the man. Needed at him. And once he had those damned pants off, he was at him, smelling him, kissing his legs, his hips, rubbing his cheek against that cock before working up slowly over Spike's chest.

Pushing his head back into the pillow, Spike gritted his teeth. It was his turn to take it… even when he just wanted to fuck. At least pretty boy didn’t make him wait long, and was already crawling up his body. Skin to skin… he was burning up. “Dean…” He clawed at the hunter’s back, stroking, moving his hands down and kneading his ass as he raised his own hips. “Unh… harder,” he urged Dean on.

Dean reached a nipple and flicked his tongue over it before he bit it, hard. Wanting to hear Spike cry out. He did the same to the other side before he placed his hand on Spike's neck and leaned down to kiss him hard. "Gonna fuck you hard. We’ll both feel it for days."

The pleasure and pain set Spike off. Cursing, he hooked his legs around Dean, locking them at the ankles at the base of Dean’s back and dragging the hunter him up his body. “Stop threatening… start fucking,” he growled, hissing when Dean’s teeth sank into him again. “Sodding hell… ride me.”

Dean gave a chuckle then kissed Spike again, hard and long. Lifting himself so he could align Spike’s cock with his opening, he started to sink down upon him, groaning with pain as he did. "Shiiit." The curse flew from him.

Spike cursed at same time at the sudden flash of blinding heat when he found himself sheathed tightly inside Dean. Dammit… how did the hunter manage to keep surprising him? “You alright?” he croaked, fighting the need to ram into him, forcing himself to allow time for Dean to adjust.

Dean couldn't help letting out a sound. He gave a nod as he kept sinking and feeling the vampire fill him.

From outside, Sam heard Dean and thought he was in pain. He got up and went to the door which already had a crack in it. But then when he looked in, he saw his brother and instantly turned red.


As Spike fucked the hunter on top of him, he grew vaguely aware of the sensation of being watched. Without ever looking at the door, he stopped Dean… who looked like he was ready to kill him… until Spike showed him he wanted him to turn around. Once the hunter was sitting on Spike with his back to the vampire, Spike started to thrust. Each time he snapped his hips up, he gripped Dean’s thighs, pulling him closer… pushing him… making him ride his cock… and all the while, he imagine what Sam was seeing… Dean’s face … his teeth biting into his lip…. His struggle for breath. Were his eyes open? Did Sam see how far gone Dean could get? Fuck…

Dean stared at his brother, showing him his lust. His need. His desire. The deep pleasure Spike was giving him. He closed his eyes for a moment, swearing before he released with a hoarse cry and felt himself shatter.

Sam saw it all. He saw how Dean needed Spike and saw ... he saw ... He backed up, closing the door. God Dean looked devastating when he released.

Closing his arms around Dean’s chest, Spike rolled him to his side and kept pumping, slowing as he finished coming inside the hunter. Kissing the side of his neck, he reveled in how hard Dean’s heart was working, and how he was rasping… fighting for each breath. “Liked our new game, did you?” he asked, stroking his hair. “Next time… need a mirror in the room, yeah?”

But Sam’s face had done just as well as any mirror… just as bloody well.