An Unholy Union

The blistering heat of the day hadn’t dissipated even though it was well into the night. If Sam told him again that ‘it’s a dry heat,’ Spike was going to punch him. Right, it wasn’t anything the younger Winchester did, not really. It was the stakes. Fucking hell, he had to win.

The old western ghost town in the middle of the Mojave desert was alive tonight. Alive with things you didn’t want to bump into at night. Vampires, demons, spirits who’d managed to find a way to become corporeal... big time gamblers. Their clothes ran the gamut ... tattered by time, ancient, modern, leather and lace. It was a good thing he and Sam had left Dean’s ass behind, because that particular hunter would want to kill everything here and ask questions later.

Spike’s gut tightened at the thought of Dean. It wasn’t his wrath that worried him. Sitting at the wooden bar, he knocked back another drink and looked over at the poker table. After hours of play, a warm up of sorts, they were taking a break before 'the main event.' He had a nice pile of winnings stacked at his place. Cash... and even more valuable, ‘I owe you a wish’ type notes from each player. But there was only one hand he was interested in winning.

Licking the whiskey off his dry lips, his gaze met Sam's across the room. He almost laughed as Sam nicely tried to get rid of a saloon girl, a very authentically dressed one at that. The bloke wore a serious but exasperated look as he tried to do his job – watching Spike's back, while Spike took care of the winning. And if he ever needed to win, now was it.

Sam managed to get the wandering hands and arms off him and made his way over to Spike. He looked at the vampire’s drink, then let his gaze roam over the others in the large room. Demons were watching him closely too. Sam had to refrain from using his abilities to clear the room but he had a feeling more demons would flood the area if he did. "So," he spoke finally.

“So.” Spike lit up and turned to look at Sam’s serious face. “Game’s still on.” He blew the smoke out toward the bar, then turned back. “Tell me again we’re doing the right thing.”


"We're doing the right thing. When is the other player coming?" He asked.


Spike gave a shrug. “Playing the game of ‘make em sweat.’ We just have to make sure they never see us sweating. Want a smoke?” He knew the answer, but casually brought his pack out anyway.

Sam looked at Spike then turned as he heard a door swing open. He saw a woman with a little girl walking over toward the table. "Who is that?" He asked. Spike didn't say much about Lilith other than the deal. He turned back to Spike as the little girl took a seat.

Dropping the pack onto the bar top, Spike cursed. “That would be Lilith. Bloody diabolical to come in that disguise again and force me to read the expressions of a child.” He grimaced and stood up. “I’d best get about winning to make certain you’re not left alone and to your own devices.”

"That? That is Lilith?" Sam looked at the child and he saw the wisdom in possessing a child. Shit this demon was smart. Shit, she was really smart. He followed Spike to stand near him at the table.

“William. Samuel," Lilith greeted them both as she was pushed in. "I see you entertained yourself while you waited. Sorry I am late, I was busy and my conversation took a little while longer than I anticipated." Of course she wasn't saying it was with the very man whose soul Spike was trying to win.

“Lilith,” Spike acknowledged, then whispered to Sam, “no good luck kiss? It’s customary,” chuckling at the sour look the untimely joke earned him, he sat down across from the child.

Clearing his mind of all thoughts, Spike made sure his voice was as bland as his face. “Let’s get this over with. What are we doing? Four out of seven?” That would give him a bit of time to study her reactions and maybe get an edge. Maybe. He wasn’t under any illusions that it was going to be easy.

"Four out of seven is good." She answered as a glass of milk was set before her. She took a drink then set it down. "But we’re playing for chips. Whoever has the most at the end of seven hands wins. You may deal first." She sat back as she heard the door swing open and knew who it was.

Concentrating hard on not giving his thoughts away, any of them... anything that would give her an edge, he started to shuffle. He tried to ignore the milk, and her innocent expression. This game wasn’t over money or over cats. This was life or death.

From the new pile of chips her servant had brought over, he made a conservative bet, and saw that she did the same. Then he dealt out five cards each, put the deck down and picked up his hand without looking at it. Instead, he was watching her reactions.

Lilith left the cards where they were as the figure walked over. She didn’t smirk, but looked the perfect picture of childhood innocence.

Dean walked up to them and saw the cards down on the table. "Why didn't you tell me," he snapped.

Sam jerked his head up and saw his brother, "Dean? What are you doing here?"

Dean just glared at the two.

Sodding hell. Spike gripped the cards and stared at her innocence... not. “Try to keep a gasket on it, yeah? This game’s bloody important. To me.”


"To you? I'm a better card player. Why didn't you tell me." Dean moved around behind Spike and looked at the little girl.

"Dean," Sam placed his hand upon his brother, "Just let Spike handle this, okay. Please."

Lilith picked up her cards and then placed two cards down for him to deal to her in exchange.

She was quick to decide. Did she have three of a kind in there? Spike spread his cards slowly. Fuck. Dropping three, he passed her replacement cards and dealt three to himself. As if his hand wasn’t bad enough, he swore he could feel Dean’s gaze drilling into his back.

"Glad you could join us, Dean," She spoke without looking up from her cards.

"Well you know how much I like games," Dean answered in watching her.

"Yes, you humans love games till you lose," She looked to Spike at last. "Did William tell you what the stakes are?"

Dean looked at Spike and Sam as well.

“Game’s between you and me.” Bitch. “Leave him out of this.” He knew she was trying to rattle him, knew he shouldn’t let her. “Make your call.”

"Oh but I think he should know, don't you, Sam?" she asked in throwing in another chip. "I raise you." She looked straight-faced at Spike.

Sam swallowed, "Just play the game."

Dean looked between then and had a pit form in his stomach he wasn't liking.


He had shit for cards, but Spike wanted to know whether her bet was based on a bluff. It was early in the game and he could afford the chips, so he matched her.. and tossed in a bit extra. Ball was in her court again.

Behind him, he heard some shifting about. Knew it had to be Dean getting angsty. That boy couldn’t sit still in the passenger seat if his life depended on it.

Dean saw more chips being tossed in and then he reached for one of Spike's and was looking it over.

Lilith called then placed her cards down. She had queens high. "Well, William?" She sat forward like a child would, legs kicking under the table.

Spike was only slightly more irritated by her voice, than he was of Dean playing with his chips at this critical moment. Shooting the hunter a ‘back off’ look, he put his cards down and shoved the pile of chips toward her. “Deal,” he snarled. “Let’s get on with it.”

Demons and other dark creatures started to close in on the game, watching the showdown with interest. The saloon girl was back at Sam’s side, stroking the hair out of his eyes and giggling at the intensity with which he watched the game.

Sam looked at the girl and his power radiated off him with irritation. "Do you mind," he pushed her away and moved over to Dean, noticing he kept rolling the chip over in his fingers. "What is it?" he whispered.

"The chips. They aren't money chips, they are soul chips," he tossed it down on the table.

Lilith just smirked as she was shuffling the cards. "Glad one of you noticed, since after all, it is a high stakes game." She dealt out the cards and looked at hers.

“What the fuck... we’re not trading souls here,” Spike ground out, meeting her gaze. Oh, but that was exactly what they were doing, with or without the bloody chips. Resisting the urge to scrub his face with his hands, he opened up his cards, again one at a time, smirking slightly as he pushed a hefty sum of chips to the center of the table to add to the original bet, and set his cards down. “No cards.”

The irony made the little girl smirk. She matched him and opened her cards.

What were the odds? They both had three bloody fucking jacks. The chips stayed in the middle.

The hands went on and on, each round, each minute stretching to hours inside Spike’s mind. At least Sam had been able to keep Dean from being distracting... or Dean had seen the seriousness of the nature of the game.

The room all but crackled with energy and excitement as the game came to a head. Lilith and Spike had each won three games. Their piles of chips were almost equal, but most chips were in the middle of the table.


It was down to the last hand, so she drew out a green chip. The only one in the stack. She held it up for Spike to see then sat it down. It was his deal.

Dean noticed the chip. "What is that?"

Spike felt parched. “Get me some whiskey.” His hand closed around the sole red chip in his pile... signifying William the Bloody. He put it in the center, on top of the green chip. Win or lose.... they’d be on the same sodding side of hell.

Five cards each, he dealt them slowly. If ever there was a time to pray, this was it.

She picked up her cards, face as straight as ever. "So this is it."

Sam stood by Dean, his heart beating fast. He was having trouble keeping control over his power, especially since all he could think about was Spike losing and himself losing his brother... losing both of them.

Dean crouched down, "What is that red chip?" he asked Spike.

Releasing him, Spike finally picked up the cards and looked at them. Possibility Royal flush... if he pulled the right card. Or he could change four of his cards. Bloody fucking hell, everything rode on his decision. Everything.

“I ask for a drink, you ask questions.” Spike’s expression hardened. He was about to tell Dean to go the bar, but when their eyes met, something shifted inside him. “Don’t go ‘round the bend’,” he said, gripping Dean’s forearm. “It’s me. No more questions.”

Dean looked at the chips then at the cards then at the child across the table. These were high stakes and he felt his jaw tighten, pulse. Nothing he could do about it now. "Sam, go get Spike a drink."

When Sam left, Dean reached for Spike's cards, pulled four and tossed them down. His expression was nothing but confidence.

Clamping down on the protest that hadn’t had time to leave his lips, Spike stared down at the four new cards laying face-down in front of him. Then he looked up at her.

Lilith quirked an eyebrow then tossed two out.

This was it, the hour of reckoning. Spike waited until Sam got back. Knocking back most of the liquor, he turned over his first card. She emulated him.

One by one, each turned over another. She had two kings and a queen. He had an Ace, a ten and a three. If he weren’t dead already, he would be now.

Gritting his teeth, Spike turned over his next card. Ace. His two aces against her two kings. Unless she had another king in there...

Dean slapped his hand over Spike's last card. "We are gonna give you a choice, little girl." He knew that got her cause she glared at him, "You can back out now. We win, you walk out of here with some dignity. You don't bother us again. Ever."

She tipped her head to him. "You afraid you will lose?"

Dean looked at her straight in the eyes, "No, are you?"

Spike was, and so was Sam, because they knew. If they stretched this moment forever, if they just sat here and... “There’s no turning back,” Spike finally said, “flip it.”

She flipped her card over, revealing it to be another King card. She sat back, "Better hope that is another ace."

Dean shifted, "Last chance to back out. I would hate to see you embarrassed." He paused, "Okay, I lied." He lifted the card, looking at it himself before looking back at her, "Once more, you sure you want to do this?"

Spike was ready to kill Dean himself, if a part of him wasn’t also telling him delay might be good... depending on what was under the bloody card.

Lilith looked to Spike then to Dean. Spike had no idea what the card was. But Dean did. She looked at him again, straight in the eyes. She shifted uncomfortably then gave him a pissed off look. "Flip the card, Winchester. You are gonna loose. Your soul will be mine and William will be my warrior."

Dean looked at Spike then at the card. "Is that what this is about?"

The answer was in Spike’s eyes for Dean to read. But Spike was also quickly putting two and two together. The little bitch was worried. She was trying to get Dean to offer a draw again... she’d keep her green chip, Spike would keep the red, and all this would be for nothing. But Dean... Dean had been certain. Before he knew what was at stake, he’d been certain.

“Flip it.” Spike stood up. “The chips stay together. Always.” His gaze met Dean’s.

Dean let the card fly as Lilith got up and stood on her chair to watch it fall. She watched it flip in the air as it flew and when it landed, the ace of hearts showed.

Lilith's eyes flared as she saw the card. How on Earth could ... but then she realized who had touched the cards and changed Spike’s luck. Dean. "You cheated!" She snapped.

Dean looked at her, grabbing the red and green chips and swiping the cash Spike had won earlier, as well, "Nice knowing you."

"Let's get out of here," Sam started shoving the two toward the exit.

"You cheated!" Lilith shouted like a little girl.

“Room full of people, there was no cheating. Nice doing business with you.” Oh Spike wanted to let curses fly at her, to tell her what he really thought. But he was too relieved, too happy to waste too much time gloating. And somewhere in the back of his mind a voice whispered this might not be the last time they’d have to deal with her.

Forgetting the cash, the bits of papers promising favors... forgetting everything, but the fact that the green and red chips were in Dean’s hand, Spike left with the brothers as they headed out, forcing the crowd to part before them.

The heat outside was even more oppressive than inside, but Spike hardly noticed. They stood for a moment next to the Impala, and the car Sam had borrowed.

Dean opened up the car door, "You know, the next time you two do this, you let me know."

“Dean, if we let you know you would have burned this place down." Sam was digging for his keys. "Look, I'll take the car back and meet you two back at the motel. Bobby will pick me up."

"Get in the car, hair boy," Dean climbed in, starting the car.

“Sam.” Spike gave him a lopsided grin. “Right decision.”

Slapping his palm down twice on the roof of the impala, and smirking at the warnings that erupted at him from inside the car, he got in and pulled the door shut. “Can we put the arguing off until after the celebrating? Figure we have about two hours uninterrupted time before Sam gets back.” He had to shout because of the bleeding loud music.

Dean reached into his jacket pocket and handed the winnings over to Spike, "Dude, you suck at cards and besides, she had a tell." He smirked over at Spike, "You could see the card colors in her white eyes. I’ve have always been very lucky in cards or any games for that matter." That was one thing his father always told him, Dean had a knack for winning. And win he did. Most of the time.

Closing his fist tightly around the two precious chips, Spike leaned over and spoke in Dean’s ear. “You stop selling your soul, and I’ll stop playing cards.” Gripping the back of his head, he kissed him then, hard, the way a man did when he was offered a second chance. “Right...step on it now... certain things that need taking care of...” His voice was husky, his body hard and ready, when he pulled away and leaned back.

* * *

It was very late and no one was around in the parking lot outside the motel. That knowledge was all it took for Spike to start mauling Dean right up against the car. Alive, his hunter was alive and would keep his life. All Spike had to worry about now was to keep fighting the temptation to turn him. Now that Dean no longer needed to be a vampire, he’d damned well better start to help in that department.

Dean barely had time to close the car door when he felt his back pressed to the cool metal of the car. His mouth was ravished and forced open so their tongues could work against each other. Dean gave a moan, pressing his hips against Spike's leg. They didn't have much time before Sam returned, and possibly with Bobby for that matter. He spun them around, the pair rolling off the car. By the time they got to the room, Dean was still kissing Spike as he fumbled with the key to get the door open.

It gave way behind him and the pair tumbled into the room. Their mouths might have lost contact but their bodies didn’t. Dean rolled and twisted until his back was to the door and it was closing under his weight as he pulled Spike in for another ravaging kiss. This time he was taking control, battling to dominate.

Knowing the line between winning and losing had never been narrower, Spike was a mess of emotions. Relieved. Hot. Horny. There was no control in the way he kissed Dean back, and none in the way his fingers bit into the hunter’s shoulders and back, as he greedily gave and took what they each needed.

They crashed into a chest of drawers, sending Dean’s precious knives and a gun scattering to the ground… but neither one stopped or cared. In the shower, on the floor… against the wall, on the bed… everywhere and every which way was how Spike wanted Dean. They had the rest of their lives together, but he wondered if that… if this would ever be enough.

Somehow, they found themselves in the doorway between the room and the bathroom. Spike peeled himself away and helped Dean take his shirt… shirts off. “All these bloody layers,” he complained thickly.

Dean's shirts could not come off fast enough. the outter shirt was pulled off, sleeves inside out while the tee shirt was pulled over his head. Dean's body was hot, his chest heaved with each heated breath. He mouth was dry and yet moist at once as he kissed the vampire.

Once his shirts were off, Dean grabbed Spike's tee at the hem and pulled it roughly up over his head. Dean was tempted to use it against his lover but couldn't wait to get it off him so he flung it to the side with the rest of the clothing. "Don't ever do that to me again."

“What, kiss you?” Spike dodged Dean’s mouth, “you sure about that?” His heated gaze traveled up and down Dean’s heaving chest, then lower to the very defined bulge in his pants.

"The card game. You and Sam not telling me." His mouth reached for Spike, kissing his firm lips. He pulled back, reaching down to get those leather pants open. "I've been lied to nearly all my life, I don’t want that again, ever."

Spike’s hand slipped down Dean’s shoulders and arms, until he had the hunter’s wrists in a vice-like grip… hovering over his zipper, torturing both of them with the wait. “And you… you NEVER sell your soul… you life. Don’t want that again, ever,” he said firmly, suddenly dragging Dean’s arms high above his head and putting the hunter’s hands on either side of the door frame. It was a tight squeeze, but they both stood facing each other inside the door frame.

"What if’s to save you?" His fingers grabbed the door frame over his head and he rocked his hips, rubbing himself against Spike.

“Especially not for that,” he answered hotly until he realized Dean was teasing. That deserved torture. “Alright Hero, no touching me with your hands.” Smirking, Spike put his own hands one either side of Dean’s waist, and gripped the door frames, pulling himself up hard against Dean’s body. Both of them hard, and heavy, they rocked silently against each other for a while.

Spike started to kiss Dean. His ear, his chin… then his throat, paying special attention to his sensitive spots. By the time trailed wet kisses down to one pebbling nipple, he was rewarded by curses and demands.

Dean felt his breath hitch a few times. Spike was driving him insane and over the edge which had him resorting to cursing and begging. A few times, his fingers slipped off the door frame but went right back on it. Dean hissed and let his head fall back.

As Dean shuddered under Spike’s mouth, the vampire almost gave the game up. But a part of him knew how much Dean liked it… being forced to give up control to someone else, even for a short time. It made the end so much sweeter.

Nipping Dean’s belly with his lips, Spike finally let go of the door frame and squeezed Dean’s arse, then pulled him closer as he mouthed his cock over his jeans. When he felt the hunter start to thrust, he quickly unzipped him and dragged his pants and shorts off.

Without hesitation, he dropped to his knees and took Dean inside his mouth… all of him, squeezing his waist and arse each time he slid his hands up and down the hunter’s body, and dragged him close as he sucked and pulled off, and sucked again. “Like that, do you?” he asked, dragging a finger down behind Dean’s sac and pressing lightly.

Spike knew just how to work Dean up. To make him do as he wished and to have him swearing like no other. He rolled his eyes back in his head and as Spike took him down, a deep throaty moan that rattle in his chest left him. He looked down at the vampire, "You know I do," He lifted his leg a bit, wanting more.

Dean’s leg ground into Spike’s chest. Before the vampire realized it, the hunter had worked his leg over his shoulder and was fucking his mouth and getting all the pressure he wanted and needed. For a few minutes, Spike allowed it, enjoying the desperate movements, and the sound of Dean’s heart straining… pumping. It was a double edged sword this… he took pleasure in winding Dean up, but Dean’s reactions inflamed his own needs.

Pulling off suddenly, he got up and moved behind Dean, pushing him forward so there would be enough place for him. Pressing his cock up against Dean’s arse, he crossed his arms around Dean… stroking, his chest, his abs, his thighs… brushing over his cock, making him thrash back and forth. Each time Dean’s arse ground into him, Spike made a noise near the hunter’s ear. “What do you think, this enough payback for selling your soul?” Bloody, fucking, hell… he was burning up with need now.

Dean turned his head slightly, his lips so close to Spike's. His heart was beating hard, the blood rushed in his ears, through his body. His cock ached. "I ..." Spike was leaving Dean unable to speak so he just nodded, "Yeah," finally came the word. If he wasn't fucked soon, Dean swore he was gonna explofe or just die from this torture.

He could tell Dean was at the end of his tether… and about bloody time too. He kissed him once, hard… his tongue’s motions suggestive, and then he pulled away. As he walked out of the doorframe, he could feel the weight of Dean’s heated gaze.

Hands on his buckle, he undid them, and his pants, then pushed them half way down his arse. Dropping down to all fours, he started crawling toward the bed, then looked over his shoulder at the sight of one hell of a flushed Dean still obediently standing with his arms up. “Punishment’s over. Come get your prize for winning. Come fuck me… if you want.”

Those words, and the sight of Spike's inviting pale ass, had Dean hardening even more. His body wanted, needed to be near Spike, over him, inside him… to have him however he could have him.

Dean didn't move for what seemed like an eternity was in reality only a mere breath. In a few short steps, he was at Spike, so anxious, he practically grabbed and tossed him up on the bed.

Screw getting the pants off the rest of the way. It was wasted time, something Dean didn't want to let get by him once again. He used his own spit for lube as he guided his cock into his lover.
It was painful at first, just a brief moment till his crown got inside and a sound escaped past Dean's lips. And then he leaned over Spike, "Never thought I could need someone so much," he mouthed against Spike's spine as he worked his cock deeper.

Despite the blinding flash of pain, Spike forced himself to relax, and pushed back on his knees, swallowing hard at Dean’s admission. “Makes two of us, luv.” For an instant, he tensed, wondering about the effect the word would have on Dean. But when Dean started to fuck him, everything was right with the world again.

He felt Dean’s cock brush his prostate and made a chocking sound of approval. “Right there… again,” grinding his arse against Dean, he threw his hand back behind Dean’s head, “fuck me,” he demanded, bringing his mouth as close to Dean’s as he could. “Come on. Need you.”

Dean shivered at the word. Luv. He hadn't heard that word enough in his life and when he could get it, it had a near devastating effect of him. As Spike’s blunt nails scraped his back and neck, Dean leaned in and tried to kiss him back.

Gripping Spike’s hips, Dean drove into Spike, fast, hard, slow then hard again, making sure he got that sound and approval from Spike each time his cock brushed his prostate. Sweat dripped from him onto his lover as he fucked him like he was told. The heat, the pressure built inside him until it felt like his heart was gonna explode out of his chest. His teeth scraped along Spike’s skin, their mouth’s met and parted. Everything became just a blur of emotions, desires, needs till it reached a point where it could not be contained.

Time stood still. Spike’s world narrowed. It was just them now…. Him… Dean… no bullshit, no pretending. It felt good, it was physical, it was an addiction… a need, but it was also a lot more than that. It was love, and loyalty, and a future that had seemed impossible only a short time ago. He ached to tell Dean what was in his heart, in his soul… ached to find the words… but in the end, he just showed him.

He moved up and down, back and forth, following Dean’s cues, squeezing his muscles around the hunter’s cock, reveling in the sounds he made. Straining to lean back, he kissed him. “God… Dean… don’t stop,” he pleaded, heat pounding… raging through his veins. He started to stroke his cock, fucking his fist, fucking Dean’s cock, slowly going mad as he gave in completely to his lusty needs.

Don't stop is what he said. Like Dean had any intention let alone will power to do so. Spike was his addiction, and Dean could admit to that now. Just as he'd admitted to loving the vampire. So he raged on, driving into Spike and mouthing words of endearment against skin.


Dean ground his hips, his cock surging in and out. He drove Spike down into the bed as the pair moved as one. At times, Dean would pull Spike against him, hold him tightly to him for a brief pause before their actions grew frantic and they were falling forward again. Soon, Dean's insides were boiling. He was nearing the end. His whole body was tightening up and he was gasping for air. "Sp ... Spike, I ..." The rest fell away as his body ignited and he was releasing into Spike.


"Sodding hell... yes," Spike gave a strangled response as the burning and urgent throbbing finally gave way to waves of pleasure. His face was pushed into the mattress, his hands clenching around the sheets, and he should be hating this... but all he could think about was Dean had claimed him, possessed him... that they'd come full circle somehow. Licking his dry lips, he started to turn as soon as Dean moved off.

Their gazes locked. Their eyes spoke the words that were in their hearts. Spike knew that now they had the time to learn to say them. Leaning in, he kissed his lover hard, claiming him right back, taking possession of his mouth, of his soul as he pushed him back and put his hand on the side of his face. "No more making deals with those devils. That means both of us," he said, his voice brooking no argument. After their experience, he didn't expect any... not even from his rebellious hunter.

Dean stared into those eyes and all that could come out of him was a nod, "No more deals," he breathed. He pulled Spike tighter against him, just a few more moments before they would have to get up and clean up before Sam got back. Dean just wanted to bask in the warmth for a while. Just a little while.

They kissed a bit more, until Dean had to do that human thing... breathe. Dean looked so relaxed, it made Spike want to suggest they stay in bed. One way to nip that idea in the bud was to get Dean fired up about something. "Tomorrow. I get to drive, yeah?" He'd been dead on, there was fire and rebellion in the hunter's eyes, even before he spoke. Smirking, Spike dragged him out of the bed. "Come on, Cinderella... we can discuss it in the shower."

Excuse me," Dean followed, "So not driving my car. I have the bench seat set just right. Bad enough I have to adjust it for Sam's long legs, not gonna for your shorty short short legs." He pushed into the shower then pinned Spike there. "You want to drive my car, you gotta earn it."

Spike turned the water on, unflinching under the cold spray that mostly hit Dean. Leaning his head against the tile, he raised an eyebrow. “Thought I earned it. You got your prize in there,” he nodded toward the bedroom as he slid his hand between them and reached for Dean’s cock. “Way I figure, my turn for a prize.”

Dean jumped at the cold water, cursing under his breath. However the water soon turned just right and he turned his attention back to Spike. Dean leaned in and kissed him. "Now I'm a prize?"

“You’re a bloody pain in the arse, is what you are…” chuckling, Spike reversed their positions, still stroking Dean and bringing him to attention, just the way he liked. He loved watching his eyes change… go from sharp and aware to soft and unfocused. “Ever since you walked into my life, you’ve been trouble. The sort I can’t forget… or put behind me. Don’t smile… didn’t say it was a compliment… more of a complaint, yeah?”

It was true. The first few times Dean had met up with him at the club, he’d thought he was being casual, that they both were. Then it had grown into some sort of vicious longing… a need, one that he’d had to hide. And when he’d failed to hide it, there had been consequences.

He kissed him then, kissed him hard, and started to move his mouth down Dean’s water slicked neck, and chest, slowly getting down on his knees.

Dean still smirked, "I tend to have that effect," he gave a chuckle as he placed his leg on the edge of the tube behind Spike and melting,. Resting one hand on the tile and the other on Spike's shoulder, he tipped his head back and released a swear through tightly closed teeth. Now his hips bucked into Spike's hand wanting more. It always amazed Dean how quickly Spike could get him worked up.

Spike teased Dean with a few passes of his mouth, but knew they were short on time. The next time Dean’s hips jerked forward, he took him… all of him, from base to crown, deep in his throat and hummed. He could hear Dean’s heart kick up a notch, felt him strain and suck in his breath. No games this time, he gave the hunter exactly what he needed… all the pressure he wanted and all the tongue action he needed. When he started to feel him stiffen, he cupped Dean’s sac and squeezed gently, urging him on.


Dean’s blunt nails dug into Spike's skin. He gasped for air as he watched Spike sucking him. Soft curses spilled from his mouth before he jerked and gave up what Spike wanted.

An incredible sense of power flowed through Spike at the thought of how quickly he’d gotten Dean hard after the last round of sex, and the knowledge he could do it again. He pulled off slowly, and rose, kissing Dean and letting him taste himself as he started to lather his back with soap. “We’d best hurry.”

Dean panted and was pretty sedated as he wrapped his arms around Spike and took the kiss. He tasted good on Spike, their mix was very heady to him. He pulled the vampire tight against him. "We best, you’re right," he breathed against Spike.

*

By the time Bobby dropped Sam off, Spike was standing in the doorway of the motel room, having a smoke. The younger Winchester seemed to have a problem with him smoking inside, and this was a bit of a compromise.

He moved to let Sam walk in, and turned his head. “Suppose you girls will be wanting a moment to yourselves?”

Sam stopped in looking at Spike, he held a bag in his hand. Blood, his biscuits, some snacks for Dean and beer with a bottle of whiskey. "No come on in, I brought you guys some things."

Dean looked up from sharpening his knife. "Dude, what took you so long?"

"I was picking up supplies." Sam answered in emptying the bag.

“You’re looking serious … we’ll need to get some drinks into you and have a proper party, yeah?” Turning his head, Spike blew a few ringlets of smoke out the door, then turned back. “Though you might say we’ve done out celebrating.” His gaze drifted to Dean, then back.

Sam glanced back then shook his head, "I'm really glad," he looked back to his brother, "You aren't going to hell, Dean."

"You aren't gonna hug me are you?" Dean looked at Sam with that face of his that told he could feel it coming.

"What if I did?" Sam asked.

"I think I'm gonna be sick," Dean groaned.

Sam walked over and pulled Dean up, hugging him. "Don't ever do that again."

“That’s funny, it didn’t make him sick when I hugged him. Or when I—“ Sensing Sam tense at the potential onslaught of too much information, Spike merely smirked. “You can let him go now. Getting jealous here.”

"Yeah, let go of me, jerk," Dean pushed back.

"Bitch," Sam answered back.

"Woa, wait, that is my line," Dean countered.

"Yeah and?" Sam smirked.

"Bitch," Dean grumbled.

"Jerk," Sam chuckled.

“Bastards.” When both brothers looked at him, Spike shrugged. “Don’t like to be left out, yeah?”

Both looked at each other then headed for him, "Okay don't want to feel left out?" Dean answered.

Sam grabbed Spike, Dean threw the smoke out the door and kicked it closed as he dove into them both and the two started wrestling with Spike.


(A/N: Card game for souls was reader De’s idea!)

(The End.... but...

This is the end of the story for those of you who prefer not to read Spike/Dean/Sam and Vamp!Dean. As we had neither warned of this pairing/threesome in the beginning, nor of the vamping of Dean, we did not think it would be fair to include these elements in the story. Accordingly, we hope we have given a satisfactory ending to those who are not interested in these elements, and we thank you for reading :)

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