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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"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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