righteoushunter | there's slaughter in the air (for hunter

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there's slaughter in the air (for hunter_returns)

Getting through the funeral had to be the most unreal part of it all. He wasn't sure how to act, wasn't sure if he even really felt it yet or if he would. What he did feel was this sensation of being lost, not knowing what their next move should be. John Winchester had taught them everything he knew from the moment their house burned down right along with their mother.

He'd taught them how to fight, how to stay safe, and what to look for in a demon. Taught them how they weren't supposed to kill anyone who didn't fit the criteria... Dean was thankful for that everyday. he liked the strict rules. Wasn't sure where he'd be without them.

Whether Sam felt the same or not, he wasn't always sure, but this method worked. You didn't kill innocent people or you weren't any better than the things they hunted, plain and simple.

But none of that felt important right now.

Dean was on auto-pilot. He came home to the apartment he shared with Sam - having a permanent address and blending in with everyone normal as well as they could kept people off their backs - and he went to shower and change. It felt like he needed it.

When he came back out, clad in his boxers and a worn out old Metallica shirt, he found Sam on the couch and hesitated only a moment. Ugh, couldn't leave him there, alone. Dean had never been good at that. He still felt responsible for him, no matter how old he got.

"Hey, Sammy," he murmured as he settled beside him, shoulder to shoulder, eyes falling tot he floor. "You okay?"

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Sam always felt things a little more keenly than his brother. But that was okay. He felt things so Dean didn't have to, so he could make sure they followed the rules. Hunt demons. Protect people. Cleanse the world until the thing that killed their parents was dead.

Then? Well, he didn't know. Sam would look to his brother, like he always did.

He hadn't showered yet. Briefly he'd toyed with the idea of even going in with him, lose the pain and angerin heat and touch.

Leaning into him, he scrubs at his face. "I guess. I.. it doesn't feel real, you know?"

He didn't say it often enough, but Sam was what kept him human, kept him grounded. He could follow Dad's orders to the letter, but Sam made him feel like more than just a hunter.

He needed to be able to feel for something, at least a little bit, and Sam always made him. He'd die for the kid, a thousand times over if he had to.

But Dean was never quite sure he was equipped to handle these kinds of talks, the ones that dealt too closely with feelings. Heart to hearts, chick flick moments, whatever. This time? He had to though.

Damn, he would not have protested Sam following him into the shower at all. Any distraction would be welcome by now.

He slides an arm around Sam and pulls him in closer. "I know. I keep expectin' to see him pull up, tell us they got it wrong."

Dad had always been a hero in Dean's eyes, someone who had all the answers and couldn't lose, not like that. He lets out a sigh and turns his head enough to rest it on top of Sam's. "We'll be fine. You know I'm always gonna take care of you, Sammy."

They kept one another going, it was how they'd managed to keep killing demons and not stray from the path that their Dad had set them on all those years ago. Reassured by the touch, Sam curls into Dean and swallows against the pricking behind his eyes.

"Me too. He's gotten away so many times in the past. But he.. he really isn't this time." Sam lays his cheek against his chest, wrapping his arms around Dean.

"I.. I know you will Dean. We take care of each other, always have. But we have to finish this. I'm going into work tomorrow, see what I can find."

Dean lets Sam curl around him however he wants, keeping his arms around him tight. "We're ending it yeah."

This bastard had already taken so many things away from them. Mom, their home, and now Dad. They were going to end this before he got one of them. If Sam ever got hurt? Dean wasn't sure what he'd do. It seems like an even more real possibility than ever.

"But you can take the day off, you know. I mean, I can look..."

"Dean, I work at the DA's office. I can get my hands on the report, see what the fire department pieced together about where he is." He was hurting and upset, but they had a job to do. People to save.

Sam slides a hand beneath Dean's shirt, letting the warmth of his skin and his steady breathing calm him down. "We have demons to kill."

"Yeah, I know, Sammy, but..." He ddn't want him to have to push himself when he was hurting, when he knew Sam would try to push himself to his absolute limit and beyond if he didn't keep an eye on him.

The touch of Sam's hand gets him to sigh out and he tilts his head back for a moment. "Yeah, I know. We'll find him," he murmured.

And all the others.

He let his hand smooth down Sam's back, fingertips raking down over his spine slowly. "You wanna head to bed, Sammy?"

Or, well... Dean wasn't hungry for once, but Sam? He had to look out for him, so- "Or you want dinner? I can order us something."

What he wanted was to drag Dean to bed and stay there - lose himself in warmth and comfort for a few hours. Something to center him before they went back to work, before they started hunting the demon that had killed their Dad. He really hasn't had much of an appetite since the fire, but Dean always pushed himself too hard, demanded too much of himself.

"Let's order in. Maybe from Taco Ninja?" The name made it instantly one of Dean's favorites, but the food was also good, plentiful and fast. "Then bed."

Not much of a plan, but it was a start.

Dean fully intended to drag Sam to bed after he fed him. They could lay back and enjoy for a few hours, find some sort of comfort and solid ground. Their entire world felt like it was turning over on itself right now without the guidance of their father.

He shook his head to clear it and breathed out a sigh.

"Alright. Go get comfortable and I'll put in the order." Leaning in, he pressed a kiss to the top of Sam's head before he pushed himself up. He had to let go to make a call for food after all. Hopefully it wouldn't take long for any of this so they could relax a little.

Sam nods, pulling himself up off the couch and stripping off his tie and shirt. Normally fastidious about his clothes and keeping things neat, he tosses them over a chair in their bedroom for now. He's too tired, too emotionally wrung out to worry about things like neatness.

Their Dad was gone. He was gone and all they had now was each other and the code he'd given them to live by. Save people. Kill demons.

He stretches out on the bed, briefly toying with the idea of reading or going over their hunting gear before discarding both. Not tonight. His head wasn't in the game. He needed Dean and some time to regroup.

Dean made a quick call to a place he knew had delivery and waited around for the guy to show up. He wanted to go check on Sam, wanted to get into bed with him, but... food first. Everything else after. He felt restless, antsy. He knew what he wanted to do, what would help besides turning to Sam for comfort like he always did - that was kill something.

But they didn't have anyone lined up and the demon that just killed their mom and dad both should take their center focus.

Once he paid for their food, he moved to the bedroom and dropped it on the nightstand beside Sam before he crawled into bed. First things first, he leaned over him to press a soft kiss to his lips. "Eat, Sammy."

His hand slides around Dean, keeping him close for a moment after the kiss. Sam needs the contact as much as he'll eventually need the kill. Familiar patterns to keep them both together. On the path that had been set for them.

"I'll go in for a half day tomorrow. Find out what they know. And.. wherever he is, there are other demons. Another job while we hunt him." A smaller kill, one to keep them on track while they hunt.

Dean sighs at the touch and shifts closer to nuzzle into Sam. He needs that contact right now, needs Sam close. He pressed a kiss lightly over his jaw softly. "Alright, Sammy..."

That sounded good. It'd be an outlet and one less demon around.

"Focus on resting for now, Sammy. Need it, I bet."

Sam smiles into the kiss. Right now the contact was better than the prospect of rest or even another hunt. Dean was his whole world and he needed him close. “I’ll find us something good tomorrow.” Something to take the edge off, something to make them feel like they’re back in control. They had to be at the top of their game when they went after the demon that had taken everything away from them.

He snakes an arm around his waist, keeping Dean close as he settles into bed with him. “So do you, jerk. I can hear you when you get up at night.”

"Yeah, well... you gotta listen to me. I'm the oldest." He grins playfully as he settles into bed close, tangles their legs together. Reaching up, he tangles his fingers through Sam's hair before he pulls him in for another slow kiss.

Sam would die for that smile. Kill for it. Anything as long as Dean kept looking at him like that. He groans into this kiss, wrapping his arms around Dean and taking a moment to lose himself in heat and touch. Little things that kept them both grounded.

"Bossy," he smirks against his lips.

"That a complaint, Sammy?" He murmurs back, nipping at his lower lip. He'd do anything to keep Sam safe, happy, to keep this between them. He arches to press his body against Sam's as his hand leaves his hair in favor of smoothing down his side. He pushes a hand underneath his shirt, tracing over familiar territory that he never really got tired of.

"Might let you call the shots here in a minute, if you play your cards right."

"Mm," a pleased hum as Dean's hand slides along bare skin. Sam shifts to slip a hand up the back of Dean's shirt, letting his hand rest possessively between his shoulder blades.

"Promise?" Sam kisses along his jaw. This was what they needed, even more than food, even more than the kill. They needed each other.

This is what he needed. The loss of their dad had been a devastating blow, but if he ever lost Sam? He didn't know what he'd do. He'd spent his life watching out for the kid, felt responsible for him... losing Sam would be the same as losing some part of himself.

Sam was what kept him human more than anything.

He tilted his head at those kisses and gave a soft, pleased sigh. "Mhm... promise you anything you want, Sammy."

Giving Sam everything was a natural urge too.

Keep each other safe. Follow the rules. Two simple laws that they'd lived by since they were small. It kept them alive, kept them from being caught and allowed them to keep doing their work.

Without one, the other would fall. They were stronger together than they were apart.

"When we take the demon, we keep going. We don't stop. Ever," he breathes against his neck. "Just you an' me, Dean."

"Get all tingly when you talk like that, Sammy," he teases, lips quirking up before he rolls over, tugging at Sam to drag him along, get him on top. Promised he could call the shots in a minute, right?

"Always gonna be you and me though, Sammy... no matter what happens. No one's gonna take you away from me, ever."

Only Dean can trip that possessive spark in Sam like that. He goes easily when he's moved, settling his weight over Dean and bracing himself on his elbows to kiss him warmly. It's ok if Dean's not ready to stop calling the shots. As long as Sam can have this, can have Dean. He keeps him strong, keeps him centered.

"Never," he tilts his head to nip at his jaw. "'m saying right here with you Dean. Where I belong."

Dean's head tips back, offering more access as his hands rub up and down Sam's sides, his legs pressing up against Sam's hips to hold him close. He shifts underneath him, just enjoying the brush of their bodies.

"Damn right..." He lets out a sigh. "Damn, Sammy... might not let you outta bed anytime soon either, you know."

Sam laughs against the side of his neck, a hand sliding in up to gently rake blunt nails along his scalp. He could spend days like this, touching and drinking in every reaction he could coax out of Dean.

"I can't think of a thing wrong with that idea."

They still had work to do, but pushing Dean down, sucking bruises into his chest, Sam needed that more than revenge.

Dean's head tilted back against those fingers going through his hair, a low contented groan leaving him at the touch. He arched underneath him, letting out a soft noise.

they would do their work, they always would, but this was something they needed too.

Dean couldn't imagine not having Sam like this, in every way that they could manage. He needed his brother more than he needed anything else in this world. His hands rubbed over Sam's back, nails raking up over his shoulders in encouragement. "Sammy..."

They needed this, the warmth and comfort of touch, the quiet sounds that Dean made as he kissed down his neck, his hands splayed comfortably along his back, stroking his skin as he rolled his hips down into him.

"Want you Dean. After everything.. I need this," he murmurs, already growing hard at the warm press of Dean beneath him.

"Me too, Sammy." After everything, they both needed the reassurance that they were here for one another, that they weren't going to leave. They needed this.

He rolled his hips up, following the rhythm Sam was setting with a soft sigh. His body was responding to each touch, each brush of his body. He bit at his lower lip and tilted his head back, offering more of his neck to him.

"Need you. Don't think I could do this without you, Sammy." Sappier than he usually got, but he thought Sam needed to hear it, needed the reminder. He'd be hopeless without him.

Without the grounding influence of their father, all they had were the rules and each other. Sam doesn't usually expect Dean to get quite so 'chick flick' but after today? He kind of needed it.

Dad used to worry it made Sam weak, his need for occasional reinforcement and reassurance. But the only one whose approval that ever mattered to Sam was his brother. Lips and teeth work down his neck as Sam slides his hands along his chest. "Won't have to Dean. I need you here," he rocked against him.

"Just you an' me. No one else."

Dean's legs came up to lock around Sam's waist, holding him in close and tight as a small grin pulled at his lips. They had each other, they had their rules... and Dean was letting himself believe that would be okay right now. Sammy wouldn't let him get lost, just like he knew he'd be fine with his baby brother right where he was.

"Like the sound of that." He rolled his hips up, a little more insistently. "Not big on sharing you anyway. Never have been."

Sam had been his since Dad handed him over when they were kids. Maybe not always like this, but it felt too natural of a development to fight it.

They always had each other. Dean had always been there for him. He'd been there when Jessica had been possessed by the demon and they had to free her. When Ruby had come to him, Dean had been the one to free Sam and together they'd killed her too. A long kill that had left them both so wound up they didn't leave the bedroom for nearly a full day afterward.

They belonged together, like this.

His fingers hooked Dean's shorts, tugging at them. "Never gonna happen, Dean. 'm yours. We're in this together."

Another reason Dean needed to stay close, though he'd never say it out loud. So many damn demons they'd hunted and too many had taken an interest in Sam. Jessica -- he'd liked her. He had. She'd been nice, the kinda girl Sam should've settled with... but then she'd changed. He'd seen it happen and there'd been nothing he could do.

And Ruby? Well, she'd been bad from the start. She'd been trying to create this... space between them. He couldn't let that happen.

There'd been mostly one night stands for him, but he hadn't been above getting tricked either. Cassie had seemed so good at the time, too good to be true and just enough to get him thinking that maybe he could actually feel for someone, that he wasn't so broken inside that Sam and Dad were the only things that could stir any damn thing in him. Sam had been with Jess and Dad had been traveling solo more... he'd been desperate enough to try and reach out to someone who he thought at worst, just wouldn't understand. She'd shown her true colors when he'd been dumb enough to confide a little too much in her. Threatened and fought him every step of the way.

He wasn't sure what Dad would've said about this - what he and Sam did behind closed doors. But it didn't matter much now, did it? Especially not when it kept them both going sometimes and especially right now. He lifts his hips to help Sam take off his shorts and grins up. "Yeah, I know, Sammy."

He grins and shifts under Sam, teasing. "Just think about how much fun we're gonna have when we get the son of a bitch demon who started all this, Sammy."

Then they'd be done... with that part of their lives anyway. There'd always be more demons to kill, but at least they'd finally have closure on the demon who took so much away from them.

Being tricked like that? Led to believe that maybe they could have something outside of what they were meant to do? It was one of the reasons they were better off together. Dean was the one person in the world that Sam trusted with everything. Dean would never let him down, never turn on him or let a demon into him.

It didn't matter what anyone else thought. As long as he had moments like this. Sam shimmied out of his own clothes, wrapping one hand firmly around Dean and kissing him breathless.

"We're gonna take our time with him. We're gonna take our time and then it's finally going to be over."

"Mm..." Dean was panting already, rolling up into Sam's hand in encouragement. They fit together, they always had. There wasn't anything he wouldn't do for Sam -- or to keep him close now. He needed him more than anything.

"Keep talkin' like that, Sammy, and I'm not gonna be patient here for much longer..." He grins.

"After we're done with him though, we're gonna celebrate, Sammy. Few days of just you and me."

He loved how responsive Dean was, how good they were together. Sam leaned to kiss him, eyes bright with anticipation of both the hunt and the reward after. Letting Dean drag him to the nearest motel, lock the doors and stay in bed for days, surfacing only for pizza or any other kind of takeout.

They were made for each other, a perfect match. He shifted to kiss down his chest, pausing to mark him with his teeth on the way down, quick and possessive.

"Good. We're due a vacation. Once this is finally over."

It sounded like an amazing vacation, really. It always was when it was just them -- when they both knew they were the best choice for each other, when they knew how they could trust each other the most out of anyone else.

And god, would it be good to settle this particular family business. Be done with it. He couldn't freaking wait.

"Yeah..." His muscles twitched a little under that bite, his body arching underneath him eagerly.

"Jesus, Sammy... tomorrow, we start lookin' and we don't stop until we find him."

The dark promise in his voice, one that conjured images of bright silver blades, cool holy water and blood so dark it looked black. It only made it better as Sam nipped at his thigh, getting comfortable between his legs.

"Tomorrow we go hunting and we finish this. He won't be able to take anything else away from us."

Before Dean can agree, Sam tips his head and slides him into his mouth. It was cheating, sure, but worth it to hear him groan.

"Yes, fuck--" He did groan, both at the feel of Sam's mouth taking him in and at the images of blood racing through his mind. He'd be lying if he said it was all the upcoming kill -- not former ones as well. Normal people would be horrified. They didn't understand the rush that came with killing a demon, ridding the world of something so disgusting, so vile...

They didn't understand this job.

But they did. They both got it.

"Sammy..." His hands tangle through long locks of hair, tugging at it lightly.

Blood, sex, shiny and bright silver knives, it was all the same for them. All blending together into something so righteous and pure, how could they question it? It was what they were meant to do.

He loves taking him in his mouth, just listening to the way his brother comes undone. "All be over soon. Then just you and me and the job."

"Yes... fuck, just the way it's supposed to be," He pants, practically writhing under Sam. Kid had a talented mouth, knew just what to do to make Dean come apart like it was nothing at all.

He'd never let himself be this open with anyone besides Sam, never this vulnerable. "Sammy... god, Sammy..."

The best part? While Dean was breathless and writhing, he didn't see what Sam was doing, reaching beneath to work himself open. Dean had promised that he'd let Sam take charge - he just didn't mention exactly how, right?

"Love you Dean," he nipped at his thigh, tongue dragging along him with a slow groan. He was going to ride him until they both came undone, giving them back some sense of control after the events of the past week. "Just you an' me. Always."

"Love you too," he pants, arching up against Sam. He definitely was distracted, not paying attention to what Sam was doing beyond how that mouth was working over him, at the promises leaving his mouth. Just them. That's how he wants it. Just them against the world... it's how it's always been and should be.

Just the two of them. Taking out as many demons as they can until the end. The way it should be. Sam raised up, straddling his brother and impaling himself slowly on him with not nearly enough prep. But he's impatient tonight and the slow, delicious burn lit up his nerves and stole his breath away.

"Jesus, Sammy--" He gasped, eyes going wide as his eyes darted up to watch his brother, sinking down on him. Fuck--

It was a sight he'd never get sick of -- watching Sam sink down on to him, seeing how much he enjoyed it. There wasn't a doubt either that it was pleasure lighting up his face. He's watched Sam his whole life, can read him like the back of his hand.

"Feel so good," he murmurs, reaching out to rest his hands against Sam's hips, squeezing them gently.

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