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

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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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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