An Unholy Union

After the guard was gone, Sam jumped up, "Dean?"

Maybe it was his ego, maybe it was to prove to himself that for a few seconds, he could take precedence over the younger brother, but whatever it was, it drove Spike to deepen the kiss. As he fucked the hunter’s mouth with the experience of a hundred years, he moved his hands over his tight abs and thrust lightly against him until he was satisfied by the slight groan that broke from Dean.

"Get your mouth and hands off my brother," Sam growled as he approached the bars, ready to push the bastard vampire away. He had to be forcing Dean, which angered the younger Winchester to no end. His brother wouldn't and wasn't into this kind of thing as Dean had stated straight out so many times. Sam had to protect his brother as much as Dean felt he had to protect Sam, and Sam wasn't about to let this bastard get his jollies off on his brother.

Pulling away, Spike smirked. “Must be Sammy. I’m Spike,” he finally released Dean and stepped to his side. “Don’t look so bloody shocked, you know he’d do anything for you.”

"It's Sam. Only he," Sam motioned at his brother with his head, "Gets to call me that." His attention turned to Dean from Spike.

Dean was left breathless and his body was on fire. Dazed, it wasn't till Spike was saying Sam's name that he snapped out of it. "Sammy?" He quickly turned and reached out for his brother, cupping the back of his neck, "You okay?"

"So glad you are here," Sam placed his hand on Dean's wrist. It grounded him but he glared at the Vampire.

"Gonna get you out of here." He cupped Sam's cheek tenderly to re-enforce that promise. Dean looked at the cell lock then to Spike, "How do we get it open?"

“Our friend, the Troghoy demon should be back anytime.” He gripped the steel bars and tugged, but they were built to withstand a great deal of strength. “Heard keys jingling in his pocket. Decided I paid him too much for just the opportunity to grope you yeah?” Spike turned his head, “Don’t suppose we should go ahead with the groping until he gets back. Give Sam here a show.”

Sam glared in response, but what could he do behind bars?

Dean gave Spike a look as if he lost his mind and turned back to Sam, "You got anything I can pick this lock with?" Sam shook his head. Dean looked him over then shrugged, "Just thought I ask."


"Dean. Does it look like I can hide anything." Sam spread his arms out. Of course he couldn't hide anything with no shirt, his jeans were nearly in shreds. He dropped his hands then stepped closer. "What about you?" He asked Spike.


Dean looked over to Spike, the same question reflected in his expression.

“Do I look like a thief?" Spike’s gaze traveled between the brothers. “Got a dagger and a stake... won’t do any good. And your gun, but that’s not a good idea. No point in getting you out and drawing everyone in here. So... won your fights, did you? We could have made a bit of blunt off the fight...”

Sam looked at Dean, "You let him have the Colt? Dean?" Sam couldn't believe his brother. "What is wrong with you?"

"Nothing," Dean gave his brother a bit of an irritated look. "Let's just get you out of here first, then I'll explain things."

"Dean, they know. About me."


Dean got a frantic look on his face. He started looking up, no way to crawl out over the top. And no way to dig out either. "Okay, we need to get that guy ... demon ... whatever, who has the keys and get them from him."

“No worries, mate, he’ll be back. He’s got to make sure we’re out at lock down.” Spike focused again on Sam. “You said they know about you. What do they want with you?” Since Sam had been thrown into the fighting pit, it didn’t seem as if anyone was trying to use him to lead a demon army or to punish him for having that potential. “Don’t seem to be treating you different from all of—“ Spike swept his arm around, indicating all the other enslaved fighters.

"Sam is supposed to be the leader to a demon army set up by Azaral. Right now, they are all out here, leaderless. We let them loose, by accident." Dean answered as he was looking at the lock. Damn, if he only had his kit.

“Some accident. Not the ‘oops sort,” the vampire pondered

"They said they wanted to see what makes me 'special,' why I get to lead an army. I tried to tell them I have no intention of leading any army or ... anything." Sam placed his hands on the bars. He was looking down the way. "I don't have my abilities any more, nothing."

“Don’t sound happy about it,” Spike pointed out. Suddenly his relaxed demeanor changed, and he grabbed Dean, swinging him around so his back was to the bars. Spike buried his face in the hunter’s neck, but his gaze was laser focused on Sam’s face. “Right, want you to moan my name. Go on.”

The sudden movement made Sam tense up.

"What?!" Dean was startled but also starting to get used to being thrown against the damned bars. He was sure his back was gonna show bruises. "No."

Sam moved closer, pressing to the bars, "Let him go!"

“Or what?” Spike made his point, and bit Dean’s ear lobe to get the hunter into action. “My name, make it good.” Moving his hand between their bodies, he reached inside his own clothes for the stake. “Do it.”

Dean squirmed and gritted his teeth, his eyes closing at the nip to his ear. Damnit. He had to trust Spike. He heard things Dean couldn't. And the fact his body was responding on it's own was secondary.

Sam started to reach between the bars when he heard Dean's voice, strained as it was, "Sammy, don't. It's okay."

Sam leaned in, "Hurt my brother and I'll kill you." It was a threat and a promise.

Dean realized that at that moment, Sam sounded like him. He wrapped an arm around Spike. "Spiiiike," Dean groaned making it really good.

“Fuck... fuck, yeah,” the vampire responded, pushing the stake he’d retrieved into Dean’s hand. “Again... say my name. Go on.” At that moment, he saw Sam’s eyes flicker to the right. The human had finally picked up on the fact that three guards were on their way. “My name,” he grit out, knowing Dean was being stubborn.

Dean's fingers curled around the stake and Sam tried to continue to hold his angry expression. Dean raked his blunt nails down Spike's back, enjoying and half acting. He moaned then voiced it, "Spiiike," he rocked his hips into Spike but his fingers were tight around the wood of the stake, holding firm to it.

The guards arrived, gawking and laughing. “You’re going to have to finish this outside.” When the Troghay demon spoke, his voice was far more gravelly than earlier. “Maybe you can pass your pet around. We’ll let you back in here tomorrow.”

“I like how you think and so does my dick,” the other guard threw out.

Spike released the stake, lifted his head and silently counted so Dean could see. On three, they both exploded into action. He attacked the demon he’d bribed, slamming his elbow directly into its face as he whipped around, and following with a powerful kick to its back.

The demon roared and seemed to grow larger as he rushed Spike.

Dean also sprang into action, anger fueling his actions. He used the stake to and slammed it against the head of the vampire, repeating the motion several times before rearing back and stabbing the vampire in the heart. Blood splattered upon Dean as he pushed it deeper before stepping back as the vampire turned to ash. He turned around, hoping Spike would remember the Colt.

Spike was thrown, face first into the bars, and couldn’t shake the feeling that maybe Sam had enjoyed that. Gritting his teeth, he turned and lunged into the demon again, ramming it into the back of the remaining vampire. “Shut him up!”

Trusting Dean to take care of the vamp, he put everything out of his mind but killing the large demon. Walls were dented. Bars moved under the force of their bodies. Other prisoners began to chant. Cursing, he managed to get behind the demon and get it into head lock. With one hand, he pressed the side of its hide covered face, growling with effort until the sound of a sickening crack ended the matter.

Letting the demon fall, he looked over and saw Dean was alright and there were two piles of dust on the ground. “We’d best let others out too, more guards on their way, need to be kept busy.” Fuck, he’d hoped they’d manage to do this quietly, but silencing the other prisoners was impossible.

Dean rushed over to the body, grabbed the keys and opened the cell that held Sam. He then pushed Sam to Spike, "Go, get out, I'll let the other loose."

"No, not leaving without you," Sam grabbed his brother, trying to tug him along. Dean was opening up cells as fast as he could. He was pushing them along, going with the flow of the escaping fighters.

As more guards poured in and the narrow tunnel became clogged with fighters, Spike opened up paths for them, tossing people aside, breaking blows that might have struck. The banter between the brothers amused him. “Come on ladies, move your arses... this isn’t a shoe sale.”

They neared the exit, where the heaviest fighting was taking place. Spike pressed himself flat against the wall, allowing a few more of the slave fighters to get by... might as well use them as fodder for the guards. “Throw the key, and let’s get out,” he nodded towards the opening.

Dean shoved the keys to Sam. He was the tallest and he could reach over most of them. Sam drew back and tossed the keys, sending them flying so that the guards surged to follow and get at them.

"Move your ass," Dean was shoving Sam as the brothers made their way out. Dean grabbed Spike, pulling him with him, "Let's go."

“Does my heart good to know you care,” the vampire almost smiled as he pressed his way out.

Rushing out, Dean let Spike lead the way up the stairs and through winding halls, then out some door to get to a narrow tunnel. "We need someplace safe," Dean muttered in searching about.

"This way," Sam pulled open another door, where the tunnel fed into a larger one

After putting a lot of distance between themselves and the fighting pit, they slowed. Spike put an arm around each of his humans, very aware that while Dean wasn’t fighting him, Sam was about to pull away. “Tell him to be a good pet. We’re almost to our room,” he told Dean.

"Just play along Sam." Dean gave his brother a look. Sam gave Dean his usual discomforted look and stayed tense, though he remained close to Spike, walking and hunching in an attempt to make himself look smaller.

Dean slipped his arm around Spike and grabbed at Sam's belt loop to keep him close. "Let's just get to the room, get a drink and we'll be out of here soon."

Spike tapped his fingers on Sam’s smooth bare stomach, looking for all the world like the revved up owner of two pets. If Sam weren’t with them, there would definitely be fucking going on with the drinking Dean had mentioned. Damn. Leaning to reach Dean’s ear, he whispered. “So... you fucking Sam... out of the question?" It was a joke, but a surprisingly strong twinge of jealousy ran through him, even with the knowledge that watching the two of them go at it would turn him on.

"He's my brother," Dean answered and left it at that. "Why, jealous?" Dean asked and thinking this would be a good time to get even with Spike and that other guy who was kissing and groping all over Spike while he had to watch.

Half sucking his cheeks in as he cocked his head, Spike didn’t answer at first. Heat pulsed between them, whether or not they had company, and he wanted Dean to know that. “Should I be?”

Dean just gave Spike a slight smirk and a shrug. Let his imagination run. He then leaned into Spike's ear, "Perhaps we should fuck on it and find out?"

Spike’s mouth went dry. “Yeah...” Once again, the hunter surprised him. He’d for sure have thought any talk of the brothers fucking each other would have earned him a slug. The guy sure hadn’t liked hearing talk of it when he was with Veronika. “Might have to wank to that...”

Sam glanced over, hearing the little muffled sounds. "You guys aren't gonna moan again are you?"

"C'mon, Sammy, you liked it," Dean teased.

"Dude, I've seen your backside, I wanted to gouge my eyes out remember." Sam stopped in front of a door As Spike opened it.

"Dude, sex is a natural thing. Beautiful in fact. Especially with me." Dean smiled brightly, taking joy in teasing his brother. "I know you have been off the grid in sex, doesn't mean I have to."

"Jerk."

"Bitch."

“Don’t worry, Cinderella, I’ve seen your backside and it made me do everything but want to gouge my eyes out.” Spike’s hand momentarily slid to Dean’s arse, before he let go and unlocked the door. “Clothing’s optional in here.” It was more directed at Sam to goad him even more.

Sam gave Spike another look of annoyance that told the vampire didn't have a chance in hell to see that. He pushed inside.

"I need a shower," Dean followed him in, "How about you, Sammy?" He slapped his back.

Spike headed for the table, picked up a bottle of hard liquor and poured two glasses. Lifting the bottle to his mouth, he looked at them, but didn’t say a thing.

Sam nodded, glanced at Spike before going looking back at Dean, "You gonna be okay?" Meaning alone out here with his vampire companion without getting molested and drained by him.

Dean nodded, "Dude, I'll be fine.." He pushed Sam toward the bathrom. Once the door shut, he shifted his attention back to Spike and moved over. "Thank you. For getting Sam back." He drew his breath and held it a bit, "And when we are out, I'll uphold my part of the deal."

Bargain. Right. Spike forced a smile. “You do that.”

Dean looked down, took the glass and swallowed the golden liquid down before he sat the empty glass down. Then grabbed Spike, kissing him hard. Maybe he was showing too much emotion, but he didn't care.

Just like that, Spike was on fire and kissing him back with all the lust of a vampire who knew time was short. With an iron grip on Dean’s hips, he dragged him up against his thickening cock, wishing... needing to be inside him. The hunter was in his blood... and there was no way he’d get him out, no way he could think of.

The shower had turned on but at the moment, Dean didn't care. Well, much anyway. He was kissing Spike, something he wanted to do without someone watching. As he kissed him deeply, Dean dragged his own hips over that thick covered cock. His fingers cupped Spike's ass, holding him tightly against his body. He moaned into Spike's mouth, not hiding how he was feeling… not putting it on for show like in the pits. It was for real.

Spike couldn’t get enough of Dean, enough of his taste, of how he felt against him. “Dean... you make me really...” he thrust, “need...” he thrust again, harder, “to fuck.” Already, his mind was a jumble of scenarios... ways he’d hold the hunter down until he pleaded for release. How he’d sink into him, deep, burying his shaft in that tight ass, fucking, needing, taking everything the hunter would give him.

Dean grabbed Spike's shirt was tearing it off the vampire's body. He dropped his head down, biting at Spike's neck as he spoke and groaned, "Then... fuck me. Need you," Dean added, pulling Spike’s vest off starting to work on Spike's pants. If anything, he could suck Spike off. It still amazed Dean how much this vampire could light his fire and send it raging in such a short period of time.

“Best three minute fuck, ever,” Spike promised, letting Dean take him out, then turning him around. Standing behind him, he undid Dean's pants and pushed them down as Dean braced against the wall. Spike tugged Dean’s waist, forcing him to bend over more as he pressed his surging cock against his entrance. “Really need to start carrying lube,” he muttered raggedly into Dean’s ear as he pushed inside. He should have been gentle, but he wasn’t... couldn’t be. Not when they had so little time. Not when Dean took him... all of him, and bucked against him for more.

Spike’s mind shut down as he thust his hips forward like a mindless piston, needing, wanting, climbing... fucking. “Anh... Anh...” sounds broke out of him as well as from Dean as they fucked hard, and fast.

Dean had been pressed hard against the wall. His moans and grunts vibrating against it. He could hear the water running, hitting the tub. He could hear his own heart pounding in his ears and most importantly, he was being fucked and that filled the air. Dean rocked, his head turned to one side and his hands were pushing him back to Spike. Spike was driving hard into him and Dean let out some gurgled sounds.

The sound of Dean’s heart thrummed in his ears, made Spike fuck harder... Until he heard another heart beat. Regular at first, then it kicked up. Even aware of Sam’s presence, Spike couldn’t help himself from coming inside Dean. By the time he turned his head, the bathroom door was closed and the water was still going.

Dean clawed at Spike as the vampire released inside him. He closed his eyes tightly as his own release burned through him. When he was finished, Dean panted, face against the cool wall. "That... " he panted again, "Gowd, needed that." Needed Spike.

Spike slid his hand around Dean’s neck, to his throat, feeling the guy’s pulse jumping for him. “Me too, luv,” he turned him around and kissed him, then let go. “Me too.” He watched as the hunter rushed into the bathroom, clueless that his precious brother had seen. Two minutes later, he wasn’t surprised when the precious brother walked out with a towel tucked around his waist, and eyes blazing with hatred.

Spike unwaveringly met his gaze. “You have questions. 'Bout what you saw.” He wished he could tell the truth, but Dean couldn’t handle it himself... how the fuck would he handle it if he told his brother. “It’s like this, Sammy.” Standing next to the table, Spike knocked back a bit more liquor. “He’d do anything for you. Make any deal, for you. Deal was his body, my help. Got that? So what you saw was me getting my end of the bargain.”

Danger flared in Sam’s eyes, a warning that teetered on demonesque. He reached Spike, drew back and punched him. "If you had any sort of soul you wouldn't have accepted." He snarled. "But how can I expect that from someone like you."

Spike rocked back under the force of the blow and ran his hand over his jaw. He tasted a bit of blood... his own, and licked the corner of his mouth. “Well, there you are. Can’t trust any of us. We’re beneath you, yeah? But sometimes we like one of you to be under us,” his mouth twisted into a smile. “Even if you don’t like it as much.”

"I'm talking to you as a person not a vampire. A person who obviously just doesn't care for anyone but himself. I know Dean will do anything as I would for him but you..." Sam felt his anger do the opposite of dwindle, felt his fists balling with the need to punch Spike again.


"You're lecturing a vampire on manners?" Spike laughed... and couldn't stop. It was ridiculous and somehow, so damned precious. Sam was talking to him like another person, he really was.


"You're a real bastard. Don't touch my brother again. He fulfilled his agreement." Sam towered over Spike.

“When I’m done with him, you can have him back, little brother.” He was intentionally enraging him, making sure there was no mistake... that Sam understood what he’d seen meant nothing other than Dean was forced to allow Spike to fuck him.

Sam lashed out and punched Spike again and this time he wasn't stopping. Fists went flying and Sam wasn’t pulling his punches. Spike fueled Sam’s anger, but for the most part fought defensively.

Dean heard the noise even in the shower and he climbed out, towel about him and he saw the fight. "Sam!" Dean headed for them to pull them apart.

Spike threw Sam at Dean, and watched as Dean struggled to control Sam. “Yup. He’s acting about the same as you did, when I told you the deal. Baby brother doesn’t like that I get to fuck you for bringing you in.” His gaze locked with Dean’s. “Caught an eyeful of something he didn’t like, but he didn’t like the explanation any better.”

"Goddamnit, Spike," Dean held Sam tight to him, "Go get him some clothing." He pushed Sam back against the wall.

Giving a curt nod, Spike watched Dean try to cool Sam off for another minute, before heading for the door. “Don’t leave the room, and don’t forget to put the collar back on.” He pulled the door shut behind him and considered staying to listen. Nah. Dean could handle this. He’d hidden the trips to the club well enough until now, this lie should be easy.

Dean let go of Sam. "Sam, just stop it. He's helping us."

"Helping us or getting what he wants out of you. Dean, you don't have to..." Sam started as he grabbed his towel to cover himself again.

"I wanted to. Sam, I've been seeing Spike for a while."

"What?!" Shocked, Sam stared at his brother. "Dean, what is going..."

"Just shut up and listen. After one of our hunts, I had too much energy. I couldn’t sleep... I couldn’t... I went to a club that ... specializes in that kind of activity. I met him there. I thought it would only be one time. I think we both did but, it didn't turn out that way."

Sam blinked at his brother. "Why?"

"Because I'm gonna die, Sam. Why the hell not?" He shrugged. "I've been seeing him ever since."

"That is not a reason, Dean. You dying."

Dean mere gave a shrug and Sam could see in his brother that there was more to it than his impending death. It might have been that at first. Dean had been taking a hell of a lot of risks because of that, because he was dying, but that had changed. And this to was different and Sam saw right through it. This was more. "So why is he saying the things he is?" Sam crossed his arms.

"Because..." Dean looked down.

"Because you care for him, and he..." Sam dropped his arms.

Dean just looked at his brother.