10: What Happens In Vegas...

Fandom: Supernatural

Category/Rated: R for violence

Year/Length: 2008/~10,830 words

Pairing: Sam and Dean

Disclaimer: No profit was made off this. The characters belong the originators of Supernatural. Was all in pure fun.

Warning: Wincest

Summary: "WHOAH!" Dean won another hand. "Am I smooth or what?" He smiled at his companion, who gave that typical blonde giggle and leaned into him. "I'm James Bond." He smirked at Sam and then fixed the girl with his sweetest smile. "Hey, darling, go get me another drink will ya?" He leaned out to watch her sashay away before turning to Sam. "Dude, we should go play the slots." Hopping up, he gathered in his chips. "You go pick a machine, and I'll go cash these in."

Series: Supernatural Virtual Slash Season 3

Beta: ailurophile6 who is a star. She never lets us down, even when we make her read het for us, and we are in awe of her speed and graciousness. It is her life's work to 'de-dude' us!

If this really was Dean's last year, Sam was glad that he'd had these few days, because Dean and Las Vegas were the perfect match. They'd rolled into town earlier on in the day and found the Motel 8 that was just off the strip. Now Sam was following Dean around, watching his brother's delight as he flitted from hotel to hotel, admiring each attraction, and pausing in each casino to play the slots or settle down beside the roulette wheel.

Dean seemed to be reasonably lucky, and so far he had won as much as he had lost, and Sam was starting to relax a little as he realized his brother wasn't actually going to go completely crazy and run up a vast debt. He'd been half expecting huge men in black suits to come break their legs before they were ready to leave.

They'd arrived under the flimsiest of pretexts. Dean had found an article about unusual, dark cloud formations over Vegas, and decided that there must be demonic presence in the aptly named Sin City. Nothing would do but that they should go investigate. Now they were here, that wasn't all he was investigating.

He'd found that as long as he was playing cards, he got free drinks, and he was sitting at the blackjack table in the casino at the Mirage. A scantily clad showgirl was standing at his elbow, and Dean had his arm around her, claiming that she was bringing him luck. It certainly seemed that way, and he now had a fairly respectable stack of chips in front of him. Sam, not inclined to play, was content to watch him, love him and try not to disapprove of him. You could take your brother away from temptation, but you could never stop him from finding an outlet for his unique talents. Sam had to admit that it was one reason he loved Dean so much.

"WHOAH!" Dean won another hand. "Am I smooth or what?" He smiled at his companion, who gave that typical blonde giggle and leaned into him. "I'm James Bond." He smirked at Sam and then fixed the girl with his sweetest smile. "Hey, darling, go get me another drink will ya?" He leaned out to watch her sashay away before turning to Sam. "Dude, we should go play the slots." Hopping up, he gathered in his chips. "You go pick a machine, and I'll go cash these in."

Sam nodded, turning to go and find a row of machines that weren't too expensive to play. He settled on one that took quarters and sat down to await his brother. It didn't take long before Dean sauntered up. He'd collected another showgirl, and had a glass of something pink in one hand as he settled down beside his brother.

"Hey, brought you one of those frilly drinks you like." He set it before Sam as the girl beside him held his whiskey. "Now give me a kiss for luck," he murmured, but he was speaking to the girl and not to Sam. The nice thing about show girls was that they were all tall, especially in heels. Dean didn't have to lean down, only over, as he planted a deep wet one on his captive girl. He put a quarter into the machine, grinning widely. "Pull the lever, babe, and let's see what comes up."

Half an hour later, Sam thought that Dean was possibly $5 up on when he'd started, but he, Sam, was getting bored. "You're addicted, dude. This is as bad - if not worse than your addiction to the magic fingers." He rose to his feet and looked around, trying to see what else there might be. There was a quarter on the floor where someone must have dropped it. Idly, he bent to pick it up and, on impulse, turned to put it into the nearest machine.

Dean looked at his brother, "Hey, they're both relaxing. You don't know what you're missing if you don't try it, and I can leave at any time." Dean collected his drink and started to follow Sam. He stopped when his brother bent over to pick up the coin and rolled his eyes, "Yeah, give me the speech."

Hitting the button, Sam shrugged, turned to walk away, and was arrested by a blare of music, a positive lightning storm of flashing lights, and an avalanche of coins. Sam had hit the jackpot.

Dean had already begun to walk away when he heard the sounds. He turned his head to find balloons falling, and people gathering around Sam, shouting, "You hit the jack-pot! You won!" All Dean could do was stand there and blink at the unbelievable luck his brother was having.

Sam was looking slightly hunted as the attention focused on him. He would've run for the hills, if only there had been a way past all the folks who were gathered around him. He blinked nervously and licked his lips. "I... didn't mean to. I'm sorry," he mumbled, feeling stupid. "How much have I won?"

"$50,000 and you get a complimentary suite and all expenses paid!" the casino manager announced as he posed for a picture with Sam. There were flashes and cheers, and champagne, and then they rushed Sam over to collect his money, pushing Dean aside as if he were left over trash.

Dean watched, still stunned. Fifty thousand dollars. Most money they'd ever had ... ever! All expenses paid and complimentary room as well. A suite! More than Jackpot in Dean's eyes. He followed the crowd around his brother.

More champagne was brought, and Sam looked wildly around for Dean, grabbing his brother's jacket and pulling him over to stand at his side as he was showered with the frothy wine. The casino manager was grinning madly, ordering tickets and vouchers and keys and finally presenting Sam with a check for his fifty thousand dollars. Sam, whose bank account had lain dormant for the last two and a half years, wondered what he was going to do with a check, but wisely kept that concern to himself for the time being.

Finally, in possession of the check, tickets for what seemed like every single show along the Strip, and vouchers for the buffet, they were led to an elevator, conducted to a suite that seemed to contain every luxury known to man, and left alone with the promise of a complimentary room service tab. Sinking down onto the edge of the enormous, circular bed - set inside a seashell, with filmy pink drapes hanging around it - Sam gestured helplessly, unsure whether to laugh hysterically or burst into tears.

"DUDE!" Dean finally found his voice after being hustled around with his brother. "You scored, and now we don't have to worry about money for a while. We need to cash that check, quick." Dean moved over, sitting beside his brother and took the check, looking it over with glee. "And a massage. We need a massage. And room service. Huge plates. None of that buffet crap. And ..." He noticed Sam's face. He bent around to look at him. "Smile will ya. This is great! We can live it up for once." He leaned in and kissed his brother. "And I bet there's a hot tub in the bathroom."

"Thing is, if we cash the check, we're gonna get rolled for it, unless we're careful. I didn't want to do it while all the hangers on were around us. I'll talk to the manager about cashing it once they've had time to forget about us downstairs." Sam didn't think he was quite strong enough to talk about massages and things, so he turned to look at the seashell bed and burst into helpless giggles again. "Dude, we're gonna rise from the foam every time one of us wants to use the can."

Dean glanced back behind them and then chuckled, "Well, you look more like Venus than I do," he nudged his brother playfully and got to his feet. "Okay, let's check this place out, then I'll head back to our old room and gather our stuff." He turned, with the intention of checking out the bathroom.

"Fuck that! Your boobs are much bigger than mine," growled Sam, rolling over to press Dean back down against the pink satin coverlet and lean over him, not quite kissing yet, but taking stock of his property. "This is possibly the most fascinating yet embarrassing day of my life, dude."

Dean laughed, "Should've seen your face. It was a Kodak moment. I should've taken a picture. You looked like someone just shoved a pole up your ass, and you weren't sure what to do about it."

"That's a pretty fair description of how I felt," said Sam, rubbing his forehead and shuddering. "All I could think was, 'what if the Feds see this and come descend on us,' although I guess that 'what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas' line is true. They would need to keep things confidential, wouldn't they?" He thought for a minute. "Go get our stuff, dude, and I'll see about getting the check cashed so that we can have a little pocket money." He paused, then grinned. "And then I want to go see the Star Trek Experience."

Dean pushed Sam off him then sat up and nearly did a double take, "You are such a geek." He headed for the door, "Just stay out of trouble will ya?" He took another long look at his brother before heading out the door to go fetch their things from the crappy motel where they'd been staying.

Watching Dean go, Sam sat for a moment, shaking his head. Sometimes things got terribly complicated. Finally, he sighed and picked up the phone to dial casino services to see about getting his check cashed. It wasn't long before there was a discreet tap on the door, and two uniformed security guards entered the suite. "Your cash, Mr. Hetfield," said one, setting a package down on the table. "Could you please count it and sign here?"

Sam flipped through the bundles of notes and then nodded and reached for the paper to sign his alias, James Hetfield. "Thanks, guys," he murmured, peeling off a couple of twenties from his wallet to tip them.

Dean had returned back to their old motel room, gathering their things. He stopped for a moment to look around. He was kind of sad to leave it. It was the type of room they'd grown up in, nothing like that lavish room in which he'd left Sam. Still, who was he to pass it up? He grabbed Sam's bag and his own and, with a smile, was out the door. Throwing their belongings into the back seat, he set off back to the hotel. Parking his baby in a space reserved for VIPs, he was soon zipping through the lobby to the elevator. On reaching the suite, he bounded into the room and set their bags down on the deep pile carpet. "Dude, I'm home!"

Flashing Dean a grin, Sam looked up from the bunch of tickets he had scored along with the win. "Dean, we could go see the Folies. I expect you'll like that - showgirls, you know. Or there's Cirque du Soleil. Don't suppose you'll want to go see Celine Dion, so I'll give those to some little old lady who'll enjoy it." He tossed a couple of tickets over to Dean. "Or you might want to go see Blue Oyster Cult? They're playing tonight."

"Circus de what?" Dean walked over to join Sam and looking over his shoulder. "Ew, Celine Dion, no. NO. NO. NO. I'd rather slit my wrists." Picking up the offered tickets, he studied them. "No way! BOC! They so rock. Let's go!" Dean's face brightened up, and his smile was wide.

"Yeah! Figured." Sam returned his brother's smile with a brilliant one of his own. "Can't say I want to see Celine either, but I know how you were wanting new experiences, this being your last year and all that." As usual, Sam couldn't even think about Dean's impending doom without checking his pocket to make sure that the crystals his mom had given him were safely there. "So we've got time for food first, and then we'll go see BOC. Deal?"

"Deal, dude," Dean was nearly vibrating with anticipation and excitement. "Well, let's go. I'm starved." He hit Sam's arm and made for the door. Reaching the downstairs, Sam and Dean headed for one of the restaurants to order their dinner: two large steaks, potatoes and the fixings, washed down with pints of beer. Dean was very happy. Sam seemed happy as well, just seeing his brother looking so contented.

Their meal a wonderful memory, the two brothers set off to walk down the strip to where the concert was going to be held. Sam, who had put the bulk of his money into the casino safe just to be on the safe side, was relaxed, happy for once, knowing it was within his power to save his brother and relishing the opportunity to relax. They were almost at the concert venue when he became aware of a number of people following him. He frowned but said nothing, thinking that they were there purely for the concert.

Dean, too, sensed that they were being followed. He dared not look over his shoulder in case it gave away that they knew. As they got to the concert venue, Dean pulled Sam into the crowd. "I think we're being followed," he said, checking his pockets for the flask full of holy water he always carried. He just hoped it was his imagination and nothing more. He really wanted to enjoy the concert.

The people that had been following them seemed to disperse during the concert, and it was some hours later when the two of them emerged, ears ringing still, and began the walk back along the Strip to their hotel. As they went, the group that had followed them in seemed to materialize around them once more, until they were surrounded by a phalanx of people who didn't seem to be doing anything other than walking.

"Uh... guys?" said Sam, wondering if they were in trouble despite the busy Strip. "Can I help you?"

A dark haired woman stepped forward and looked up at Sam. "It's more like how can we help you," she said, softly. She eyed Dean, noting how he was checking her out, and smiled. She was a looker, that was for sure, with a slender waist, full breasts shown off by the black tank top she wore, and long, dancer's legs.

Dean quirked an eyebrow. Okay. When did he become the dog and Sam the irresistible Casanova? First Ashley and now this woman?

"What do you mean?" Sam moved a little closer to Dean and got himself ready to fight, hand on the hip where he kept one of his knives. "What kind of help do you think I need?"

"You're going to need us, Sam Winchester," she said, giving him a bright, toothy smile. "There are demons looking for you. You two won't be able to fight them on your own."

"You know, thanks, sweetheart, but we've fought demons before. And without your help." Dean answered.

She gave Dean a scornful look and then directed her attention back to Sam. "Look, there are those out there that resent the fact you were to be the next 'boy king'," she told him. "And there are some of us ... who would follow you."

"Follow me?" asked Sam, looking slightly sick and very confused. "But I'm not going anywhere. Why would you want to follow me? What are you, anyway?"

Dean rolled his eyes. "Sam, they mean 'follow' you as in your own private demon army. They're demons." He looked over to the woman for confirmation and she gave a nod with a flash of her eyes.

"Look, we aren't here to hurt you or your ... brother ... unless he pisses us off."

"Good luck with that," Dean commented under his breath.

"But, you're gonna need help with the others." She crossed her arms, gazing at the 'king.'

"First off, anything you do to hurt my brother, whether he pisses you off or not, is going to piss me off, and if you do that, you'll be sorry." Sam glared at the woman. "Second, I want to know what you want. You want to follow me, but I'm not going anywhere, so I need to know where you think I'm going to go, and decide whether that's something I want. Finally, I don't belong to you, and I don't appreciate being ganged up on like this. You guys need to develop a more open and communicative nature, so let's go somewhere and communicate, because I ain't going to work with you til I know what your aims and objectives are."

"Sam," Dean placed his hand upon Sam's arm. "Take it easy."

"Then lead the way." The woman spoke over top of Dean, ignoring him and motioning to Sam as she stepped aside to let him pass.

"It's okay," murmured Sam to his brother. "I'm just fed up with being pushed around by demons. I'm not going to do it any more." He continued to walk along the sidewalk, thinking furiously. Demons weren't something he wanted protecting him, but he wasn't stupid, and he knew that if there were demons threatening to attack them, he and Dean would need all the help they could get.

Dean walked along beside his brother, glancing back at the demons that followed. He was about as cautious as Sam, and he wasn't about to let his guard fully down around these creatures, just because they said they wanted to help. As their father had taught them, often times, consorting with demons came with a price.

They reached their hotel and went inside, passing through the smoky casino and out to the bank of elevators. The demons followed, several of them peeling off to stand beside the elevators while two of them stepped inside along with Dean and Sam.

"We wish to negotiate," murmured the woman, leaning back against the mirrored wall of the elevator. "We can help you, serve you. All you need to do is lead us."

Dean stood, eyes firmly planted upon the mirror in the doors, so he could see everyone in the elevator with them. "Help. Serve. And at what price?" He was annoyed, his face stern. "We both know demons lie. And we know that they don't do anything for free. So you might as well tell us everything straight, or you two can just stay in the elevator and take the trip back down."

"It's a matter of pragmatics, Dean," said the girl who seemed to be the spokesman for demons. "There are those of us that really want to stay here and not go back to hell." She paused. "You have no idea just how desperate we are to stay out of hell. We'll do anything we can to fit in with your kind, and you probably won't even know the difference." For a moment, she paused, smiling. "We could run Las Vegas, and very little would change; you have to admit that," she said, licking her lips and moving in closer to him, all subtle curves and invitation.

The man with her leaned forward. "Those of us that feel this way need direction, and you are the one that Azazel identified as our leader. We'll follow you, because there's nobody else that can bind us together."

Dean felt the woman come up behind him, pressing against him as he watched her in the mirror. "You mean Sam, not me." He turned around to look at her. "So all you want is to not go back to hell?" Dean surveyed her, scornfully. "And I thought your kind already ran Las Vegas." He smirked at her and then turned around and followed Sam out of the elevator.

She looked after Dean and snickered before following the brothers.

"There would be rules," said Sam, frowning as he watched Dean unlock the door to their suite. "For a start, you won't do anything without consulting me. You'll give me exact numbers, and we'll need to appoint team leaders, establish a line of command and a communication system." He went to the table where his laptop was and sat down, poised to start taking notes. "So tell me what it is you want, and you," he growled at the woman, who had moved to Dean's side and was pressing herself against him. "Back off. He's not yours and never will be."

Dean couldn't help but be impressed at how Sam had just gone in and taken the lead. In a way, it reminded him of their father and the way John would get them in order, doing what he asked without question. It seemed that Sam had inherited that commanding voice. It brought a chill and a warmth to him all at once, confusing him so that he didn't know how he should feel about it.

He felt soft, female flesh pressing up against him, and he looked down with a smirk. "Maybe some other time, sweetheart."

Sam's head came up sharply at that, and his eyes flashed dangerously. "Don't count on it," he snapped. He took a deep breath and indicated that the two demons should sit down. "First thing - I want to know who it is that holds Dean's contract. The demon at the crossroads wouldn't tell me, but one of you will, if you want my help."

Leaning forward, the girl spread her hands. "Do you know how dangerous giving out that information would be to us?"

"Do I look like I care?" asked Sam, his eyes cold. "Whoever has it is going to give it back to me. Those are my terms."

She rose to her feet and was making for the door, when her companion called her back. "Listen. We don't know exactly who, but we'll find out for you. This is important. Please?"

The girl's eyes flickered black, and she turned, although she didn't come back to her seat. "The alternative to helping us will be untold bloodshed. Your humans won't stand a chance against the ones that broke out of hell. It'll be a bloodbath, and we'll take over."

Dean had frozen in the act of giving Sam a surprised look. His baby brother seemed to have gotten possessive and fast. Before he could begin to counter any of what Sam had said with words, Dean was hit by the confrontation of words about his contract. He could only sit there dumbfounded for a while, 'til there was a break in the exchange. He felt like he'd been watching some tennis match, head turning from one to the other before he settled upon the woman. "What? You don't think we have people out there fighting too? Sweetheart, man has endured your kind this long and survived. Besides, I think you guys think of us like roaches in your house. And you know how hard it is to kill a roach." He shifted, "You have certain ... well ... rules you have to play by. We tend to break the rules. A lot. Now, I suggest you gather as many as you can together and then let us know. We'll get the others sent back to hell, and you can just live in peace, here in Vegas, as long as you play by our rules. Why not? It's Sin City after all! But just know, you double cross us and we're not just gonna send you to hell. Okay?" He shot the pair a warning look.

"Dean's right," nodded Sam, rising and going over to sit on the couch. "Individually you may be stronger than us, but collectively we outnumber you by an astronomical amount, and if you don't want me to lead you, I'll be quite happy to lead mankind against you." Sam smiled suddenly. "So that brings us back to the question. Are you willing to abide by our rules?" He looked at Dean, hoping that he wasn't alienating his brother even as he was organizing this weird partnership. "You can do whatever you want to each other, but you'll confine your tormenting of humans to the ones that want it and actually come looking for it. I'm sure it'll soon dawn on you that if you do too many bad things to people they'll stop coming to Vegas, and you'll have nobody to play with."

The girl looked at both men with crossed arms. She then nodded, "Fine, it's a deal. Care to seal it with a kiss?" She smiled, "Just kidding. See, we have a sense of humor too."

Dean gave her a scornful look and rolled his eyes. "Bad ones, yes." He moved over and sat down beside Sam, putting his arm along the back of the couch as though to protect him.

"No, wait," said Sam, still frowning. "Dean's right; demons do have their rules to play by. Am I right in assuming that if you don't seal the deal, you aren't bound by it?"

The woman said nothing, merely glowered, but the man nodded. "Yeah. Those are the rules. You kiss to seal the deal, and if you don't, then there is no deal."

"Wait! What about the rest of you? She kisses us to lock in the deal, but unless we go around kissing you all, we still don't have a binding agreement, do we?" Sam rose to his feet and began to pace, his pre-law experience all coming back to him. "So tell me how we make this binding on you all?"

"No kidding, 'cos if we have to run around kissing you all, you'd better let me get stock in Chapstick first," Dean leaned back on the couch and put his arm down again now that Sam was no longer there.

"There is a ritual," she said, still keeping her arms crossed.

Dean gave her a disdainful look and rolled his eyes, leaning his head back. "Figured as much."

"We perform the ritual, and we are all bound. Like signing a contract with a union," she informed them.

"Why do I get the feeling that I won't like what I'm going to hear?" Sam went to stand behind the couch and began to pet Dean's hair. "I guess we'd better hear about the ritual. I'm not going to lead you anywhere unless you're bound to a contract and unable to break it. I don't trust you farther than I can throw you."

"Sammy, Sammy," the demoness cooed. "Such harsh words. How can you be so unkind to us, when all we want to do is serve you?"

"Gee, shall I give you a laundry list?" Dean offered. "Besides, admit it, your kind gets off on harsh words. And on us being unkind." He gave her a knowing look.

"It will be quite painless, really. Just a little exchange, not too much," she offered with a smirk upon her lips.

"Painless, right," Dean nodded sarcastically.

"And you would know, huh Dean?"

"Shut up, both of you," growled Sam, who was feeling more and more anxious the longer this conversation continued. "Just tell us plainly what this ritual entails and we'll take it from there." He resumed his pacing, uneasiness pervading him as he waited. "Just so you know, I draw the line at sacrificing virgins."

"Oh, that's all right," said the demoness. "I'm not a virgin."

Her words halted Sam's restless pacing. "Say what?"

"If we are to seal the pact, you and your brother will need to join your bodies to mine as the spokesman for my kind." She pouted extravagantly. "I do hope you aren't going to be prudish or anal about it... Unless..." She gave a knowing smile. "Unless it's with each other, if you catch my meaning."

Dean quirked an eyebrow at her words. He looked over at Sam, because Sam knew that if things were left up to him he would do anything, even have sex with a demon, if it meant making this work. "Up to you, bro."

When he considered the offer being made, Dean thought that he sure as hell needed a drink. "Look, we do this, it's done, right? You do what he says, no questions asked. It's a done deal, no going back, no trying to get out of it, no looking for loop holes." He knew he was belaboring the point, but he had to make sure. He trusted a demon like he trusted a wet Kleenex to hold a watermelon.

"I..." Sam started to speak and then shut up again abruptly. "Just how many of you are there that are willing to be bound in this way, and how will they know that they're bound?" He took a deep breath. "Would we have to do it in front of you all?"

The laughter his question elicited came from both the demons. "You're wise to ask," she said, once she could stop laughing. "There are ninety one of us, myself included, and they will know, because they are here with me as I speak to you. I am linked to them in a way that enables them to participate in the discussion, even though their physical bodies are elsewhere." She gave Sam a long, lecherous look. "Come on, Sammy. Take one for the team. You know that you want to save Dean more than anything, and after all, we're offering to save both your very fine asses."

"Dean?" Sam raised his eyebrows, asking his brother, even though he knew what Dean would say.

Dean looked at Sam and gave him a 'what's to talk about' look. He motioned with his head, and his eyes showed unspoken words. 'She's hot. Dude, you have to ask me?' Dean cleared his throat, "If it helps in the battle, we do need all the help we can get. But it's up to you." He pushed the decision back to his brother.

"Yeah, dude, okay." Sam's gaze softened as he looked at his brother. Dean would never change, and Sam didn't really want him to. He turned back to the two grinning demons. "You guys. I want you to lay out for us exactly what you're expecting, and what you're offering in return. If we like the deal, we'll do it, okay?"

"Very okay, Sam," murmured the demoness, her smile that of a predator stalking something fluffy and helpless. "We offer our absolute loyalty to you in the struggle for power that's coming, in exchange for your leadership and command. We expect to be permitted to work our way into Las Vegas and take it over without penalty, and we guarantee that we will only torment those that invite it. How's that?"

"Okay but one other thing," Dean sat forward, "Any of you break that deal in any way, shape or form, you all have to leave Las Vegas and go back to hell. No reneging on it." Dean's voice was firm. He knew he had to throw that in for Sam's sake. And for ... their father. Both he and his father had been given a raw deal. These demons were getting better than they deserved, and they knew it.

"Good thought." Sam gave Dean a beaming smile and turned back to the two that were sitting across from him. "Okay. What about it?" He pursed his lips, thinking that his brother had supplied him with the piece of the bargain he'd thought was missing.

The demons sat silently, apparently communing with their brethren, before the woman finally looked up and nodded. "All right then, Sammy. It's a done deal. We should cement it as soon as possible, because trouble's coming, and believe me, you'll need us at your back."

Dean grumbled under his breath. "So how do we do this? Who does what? Give us details, for Sammy's sake. He's new to the wild and adventurous art of deal making." He smirked up at Sam.

"Shut up, jerk!" Sam looked a little stunned now that the agreement was out there. When he'd arrived in Vegas that morning, he'd been broke and looking to give his brother a little fun before zapping him with the news that he could save him at least temporarily from his deal. Since then he'd won a bunch of money and managed to sign up for an orgy with a demon with the aim of becoming the demon pack's leader. He wasn't sure if he needed any more luck if this is what the universe was going to throw at him.

"It is quite simple," murmured the demon girl. "Asmodai here will stand guard outside. The four downstairs will monitor the approaches to the room, and I... I get to see what you keep under those baggy pants of yours, Sammy darling." She winked at Sam and then turned to Dean. "And I can't wait to try you out, my handsome Dean. You have a certain... reputation in our circles. I'm just dying to find out if it's true."

Dean chuckled, "Trust me, honey, it's all true." He gave a confident smile and pushed himself up to his feet, clapping his hands together. "Well, let's get this over with. I hope you don't expect foreplay." He was the first into the bedroom. He looked at the seashell bed and then turned around to the other two. "Let's get naked," he said as he pulled off his outer shirt.

The man - Asmodai, the demoness had called him - grinned lasciviously as he sauntered toward the door, watching the woman as she slipped her thumbs under her bodice and peeled it over her head, revealing taut, tanned breasts, tipped with nipples the color of cinnamon. Sam seemed stunned, standing unmoving, his face blank.

"Come." The woman moved towards him, slowly lowering the zipper on her pants. She paused beside him and took his hand, bringing it to her breast to squeeze. "Anything you want, Sammy," she murmured.

"For a start, I want you to stop calling me Sammy," he said, pulling his hand away and stalking past her into the bedroom.

Dean was pulling his T-shirt over his head. He stopped midway and didn't just look, he stared. Damn, she had a body, and she was offering it to Sam. Dean finished pulling his shirt off then looked worriedly at Sam as he stalked in. He had to ease his brother. He walked over to him, reaching to touch his arm, rubbing it. "Let's just do this and get it over with." He leaned in closer to his brother, "Hey, I won't think any less of you in the morning. I'll still respect you." He gave Sam a smile but then became serious, "And more importantly, I'll still love you, as I always have." So saying, he leaned in and kissed his brother.

"It's just..." Sam couldn't think of what to say. He cupped Dean's cheek as he kissed him back, then turned to study the woman, who was now standing in the doorway, naked save for a narrow gold chain around her waist.

"Touch him," said the demon, stalking forward. "Open his pants and touch him." She licked her lips. "I want to see."

A shudder ran through Sam's body, and he gave her a long, cold look. Slowly, he peeled his shirts off, letting them fall to the floor beside the bed. "I don't perform for demons," he said. "Just let's do it, shall we?"

Dean ran his hand over Sam's chest, feeling the strong, firm muscles tense under his hand, then relax. He pulled Sam down to whisper in his ear. "You just fuck me, Sam, you don't have to touch her. Let me take it for the team. I always do." He licked Sam's ear.

"Nuh-uh." She'd heard, and she wagged her finger at Dean, teasingly. "Both of you. You both have to spill your seed in me, or it doesn't count."

Turning to face her, Sam nodded. "Yeah, okay," he said, reaching for her. "Dude, you want first or second? I'm easy."

Dean gave a little growl, his fingers gripping Sam half in anger, half possessiveness. He nodded, "Fine." He stared at Sam as he pulled away. "You first then." His voice was low, barely heard. His stomach turned at his precious brother being involved in what was about to happen, but if it would help Sammy, Dean would put up with whatever he had to.

"Come," she said again, reaching for Sam's belt buckle and beginning to unfasten it. Sam swallowed, looking at Dean in dismay, but he allowed her to get it open and then pushed her hands away as he unzipped and lowered his jeans and underwear, finally standing naked and defiant in front of them both.

"Well, just look at you," she murmured, her voice a purr as she ran a hand down over his chest. "I'm going to love this."

"I can't just fuck someone when I don't even know their name," he said at last. "At least tell me what to call you."

"Oh, I'm sorry." She didn't look sorry at all. There was a gleam of malice in her eyes as she smiled. "My name is Ashtaroth, but you can call me Star."

Dean looked at his brother, stripping off his clothing, and a pang of guilt hit him heavily. He wanted to stop this whole thing, end it and tell her to fuck off, and maybe put a bullet in her head too, but he bit back his jealous anger. While she was occupied with Sam, Dean moved around and sat down upon the bed, removing his boots and pulling his T-shirt off. As he slipped down to act as if he was placing it tidily on the floor, he slipped the Colt between the mattresses, making sure it would be there if needed. His pants came off last, and he moved, going up behind Sam to wrap his arms around his brother, pressing his body close to his, his breath gently going over the back of Sam's neck.

Dean's touch calmed Sam. As long as I'm around, nothing bad's going to happen to you... He shuddered, responding to the gentle caress at his nape and reached out his hands to grab Star's shoulders roughly. "Okay," he growled. "Let's do this."

Turning her around so her back was to him, he walked her forward to the edge of the bed and pressed her down. He turned his head to kiss Dean's face and then lowered himself to kneel over her, gripping her hips as he pressed her legs apart. He hadn't been fully erect until Dean had kissed him, but now he was ready. He was reluctant, but his cock knew the way and slipped inside her, tingling at the slick, moist sleeve that clasped it. He shivered and then began to move.

Dean knew how to get Sam worked up. Dean knew the areas to touch his brother and touch him he did, kissing and caressing, mouthing words against his skin. Now and again, to make Star happy, Dean's hand would wander over her body, although, if the truth were told, none of this was doing anything for Dean just then. He kept his eyes closed, and his body pressed as close to his brother as possible.

Little Ashley was different. Sam liked her and she was sweet – an innocent, just like Sam. She obviously cared very much for Sam and she didn't seem to have any ulterior motives for what she was doing. For once, Dean was riddled with guilt. "Love you, Sammy. I always will," he whispered against Sam's ear, even as he felt long-nailed fingers push between them and try to separate the two.

Sweat stood out on Sam's forehead, and he bit his lip as he moved inside her, hard, deep thrusts, less concerned with getting her off than with fulfilling his part of the contract. It felt good, and there was a part of him that was deeply, utterly ashamed of that. He could feel his arousal spinning out of control as she squeezed and tightened around him, and wished he could just come and be done with it, but each time he felt himself approach his climax she somehow changed rhythm to hold him back. He found himself angry, furious, and he reached to grab her breasts, uncaring whether or not he bruised her.

She had reached down between them to grip his thigh, sharp nails stinging as she tightened her grip, and he found that unaccountably arousing. It wasn't long before he knew he was about to come. Gratefully he sped up, pumping hard as he emptied himself into her.

It was always sweet to see Sam release, the way his face would contort, the way he threw his head back and growled his pleasure. Dean drank it all in, hearing her do the same. It was making Dean feel sick. Really sick. He was sure that Sam was going to hate him after this. Truly, Dean wouldn't blame him. He hated himself now that it was happening. He swallowed hard and guided Sam out of her, pulling his brother's mouth to his lips and kissing him.

To hide the guilt and the hurt, Dean forced a smile, "Way to take one for the team," he tried to tease.

"A man's gotta do what a man's gotta do," said Sam, a lopsided grin on his own face. "Love you, dude."

Sweat slick and panting, Sam accepted Dean's kisses, using them to erase his sense of violation at the things he'd just done. "Your turn," he whispered, thinking that before the demon left he was going to have to kiss her, just to make sure that the pact was sealed, even if she insisted it wasn't necessary. He had no intention of leaving their uneasy allies with a way out. "Go for it. She... You'll like it."

Dean reached down and grabbed a hand full of dark locks and pulled Star up to him and Sam, "At least give her a kiss. Don't want to be rude."

Her eyes were bright with amusement, and her lips were reddened. She was beautiful. Sam nodded, and then he leaned in to press his mouth against those red lips. Her tongue swept into his mouth to find his own, and she made a little, desperate sound in her throat. "Thank you," she whispered as he drew back, and Sam nodded, unsure what other response to make.

Dean grabbed Sam in the same way, winding fingers into his hair to pull him in for a desperately needed kiss. His own tongue sought out Sam's to own him, possess him with his need and desire. And then it ended as he pressed that other, softer body against his. He looked down at the demon, unsure if he could do this. For the first time in forever, he was finding it hard to get it up. "You should feel privileged I even let you touch my brother," he hissed down to her.

"Oh, I do," she murmured, sly eyes sliding over Sam. "It's not often my kind gets to play with one of the Nephilim. He was delicious, as I'm sure you will be."

Sam said nothing, merely storing away the term in his mind, until he could look it up. "Okay, Dean," he said, voice still a little scratchy from his efforts. "Your turn. I want to watch you." He licked Dean's shoulder, then reached to cup his groin and gently squeeze. "I'll score it, so make it good," he muttered, in a lame attempt at humor.

Dean looked at his brother, leaning into him, then whispered, "I'm sorry," the words soft in his ear before he rubbed his nose against Sam's ear and neck. Dean tried to think of things that would turn him on. He could do this. All he had to do was think of all the past times he'd frolicked with frisky women. Sam and Ashley were a good thought too, but sadly it wasn't working, even though he was caressing the soft skin under his hands and kissing the woman's neck.

Dammit, what was wrong?

Oh yeah.

Guilt.

Fuck.

Think of Christmas. Think of the first time with his beloved Sammy.

"Go, Dean!" Sam's voice is soft. He could sense something was wrong. He slid in behind his brother, dropping to his knees and nibbling along the creases between Dean's ass and the tops of his thighs. One hand stole around and cupped his balls. For me, Dean. Do it for me. They can save your life for you. I can't let you fail.

He was thinking hard, doing his best to punch his thoughts into Dean's mind.

Dean reached back to his brother, winding his fingers into his silky hair, and pushed the demon back upon the bed. Moving over her, Dean grabbed her legs and dragged her to him, lifting them to place upon his chest. He spread her legs wide, and with his brother's hand stroking him, getting him hard, thankfully Dean was able to push inside her, and he gritted his teeth to keep from making a sound. She would be done with him quickly, he knew that. It wasn't him she wanted, it was Sam. Dean knew he wasn't important in the whole scheme of things.

A flood of jealousy ran through Sam as he watched Dean's dick slide inside her. He wanted to hurt her, had visions of tearing open her skin and ripping out the parts of her that Dean was touching. He closed his eyes and applied himself to his brother, licking and kissing the area around his opening, making encouraging noises as he felt Dean's arousal grow.

"That's it, dude, fuck her. Give it to her hard and fast. She wants it."

Beneath Dean, the demon named Star gave a little scream as Dean drove into her.

Dean responded to his brother's voice, thrilling to Sam's words as he opened his eyes and looked down at Star. He spread her legs out wide as he drove into her, hard in and then slowly drawing out while Sam teased him. He grabbed her hips, holding her still as he gave her short quick jabs and then placed a hand upon her shoulder to keep her from pulling away. Fingers gripped her hair, tugging to bend her neck and part those red lips of hers. He leaned down over her, whispering something in her ear, then he hooked his hips and heard her scream out again, but louder this time.

The sight of them made Sam drool, filled him full of lust as he watched the way that Dean's cock slid glistening in and out of her. He reached with trembling fingers to touch Dean's cock where it emerged, slick and slippery and felt its thrust as he drove back down. He was hard again, wanting his brother so badly but knowing that he had to wait until he was done and Star was gone from their suite.

"Give it to her," he gritted. "I want to watch you come. I want to see."

"Yeah," gasped Star, nails clawing Dean's back to leave score marks down it. "I do too. Show me how you look when you come, Dean."

Dean could hear the strain in Sam's voice. That was what spurred him. Sam was jealous, just as he had been when Sam stuck his cock into her. It was a sight he'd hated but had to endure, and now his brother was having to do the same. Dean pushed up onto his hands, driving into her harder and faster until he felt himself tense, and it became too much for him at last. He spilled his own seed into her, letting out a growl.

Dean finally relaxed and pulled away from Star. He paused for a moment, studied her and then pulled her up and kissed her deeply before pushing her away and turning to cleanse his lips of her by kissing his brother.

"It's done," murmured Star, licking her lips, her voice a satisfied purr. "We're allies now. We'll leave you alone now, but we'll return tomorrow and plan. Asmodai will remain on duty beside your door, and the others will monitor the approaches to your suite. Tomorrow at noon we will begin to set plans in motion. We'll tell you everything then, and you can make your wishes known, Sam Winchester."

She slid back into her clothes, her face that of a woman who had been well fucked, and turned to leave the suite.

Once she was gone, Sam, who had been clinging to Dean as if he were some kind of anchor, heaved a sigh of relief. "Dude, I hope that was a one off. Don't want to have to do it again."

Dean held his brother tightly as he watched Star leave. He turned his attention back to him, caressing his cheek. "No, not again. You are mine," Dean admitted in a breathy voice as he clung to his brother. "Shower. Let's get a shower and clean off." He pulled away, towing his brother with him.

"Good call." There was a jacuzzi in the bathroom, and Sam gave Dean a wink as he started to fill it. "Dude, we need bubbles. Where are we gonna find bubbles?"

As the tub was filling, he began to pull open cabinets, crowing with glee as he found the complimentary cosmetics that came with the suite and emptied a bottle of citrus scented bubble bath into the jacuzzi. "There. Now we're cookin' with gas."

Dean was glad recent events hadn't affected Sam too much, although it was possible that he was simply ignoring what just happened. Dean knew that was what he should do as well, but he was fighting a strange urge to throw Sam against a wall and bury his cock in him and claim Sam as his once again, erasing the demon's taint.

Laughing, he bent to sniff the tub. "Smells okay." Climbing in, he sank into the water with a sigh. "Oh man, this feels good." He looked up at Sam, "Get your ass in here, bro."

"Gonna," murmured Sam, who was brushing his teeth. "Just need to clean her off me first." He finished his task and put his toothbrush down, then at last he climbed into the tub beside Dean and settled against him. "If anyone ever told me I'd have to do that, I'd have told them they were crazy," he said, rubbing his face against Dean's shoulder. "Some things are just wrong. Dude, I am doing this to get you off the hook, please believe me. It's not 'cos I want to, or because I'm secretly evil or anything."

Dean leaned into Sam, then lifted his arm and placed it around him. "Not gonna happen again, bro. I'll make sure of it. You just let me handle those things." He kissed Sam's temple then started to sink lower in the water. "Dude, if I had a house, I would have one of these. In every bathroom."

"You want more than one bathroom?" Sam turned to frown at his brother. "That's greedy. Besides, you know what they say? Save water, bathe with friends." He let his hand sink in the foaming water, find Dean's thigh and squeeze it and then slide higher. "You wanna know how I felt when you nailed that demon chick? I felt sick with jealousy. It was like she stole you or something."

Dean was all for avoiding the topic. It was done, over, thank God! He was much like his father. He didn't like to talk about things – especially not his deal with the crossroads demon, but somehow Sam always pulled things out of him. He could do it with a mere look - could do it with a mere touch. Dean turned his head towards his brother. "I wanted to kill her, Sam. Just for touching you. Just for being with you." He looked away.

"I know how you felt, man. I wanted to do the same thing. She knew it too, didn't she?" Sam gave a heavy sigh and began to soap his brother's chest and arms. "Let's just enjoy where we are and stop worrying about what's going to happen tomorrow, because we can't stop it from happening, can we?"

"Tomorrow is another damn day." Another day closer to his death, thought Dean. They'd got demons to protect them, or at least to protect Sam, but was it all part of some vile plan? Some plan to get Sam into that position, so that when he, Dean, was gone, no longer there for his brother, they would turn him evil? Dean closed his eyes tightly, trying not to think of it – not to think they might have made a mistake. That would be one mistake too many.

He turned to Sam then and leaned in to kiss him. He kept kissing him as he held Sam tightly to him. "Love you, Sammy," he whispered against his lips.

"It's the only thing keeping me going, dude." Sam slithered up, so that he was straddling Dean. "Don't ever stop, dude. You're as important to me as I am to you."

From his position, he could cup Dean's face in his hands. He leaned forward to kiss the soft, plump lips before him, sliding forward on Dean's thighs so that he could press himself tightly against him. "You know what? I had a dream. I was standing between you and a demon. I knew it was a demon because its eyes were yellow, but it wasn't the one we killed. I was standing there, and he was cursing me, but he couldn't reach you. Somehow I knew that I'd managed to save you, and you were free. I think you're going to be okay, bro; I do."

Dean looked at Sam, then ran his hands over him. "Some dream. Hope it comes true." He chuckled. "You think I'm special enough that the one who holds my contract will come up just to collect it himself. Hey, what if it's a her?"

"I think someone wants you badly enough that there's no way he'll delegate collecting you," said Sam, shaking his head. "And I think that I'm not gonna give you up without a fight, because you belong to me." He kissed Dean again, more urgently now, mouth claiming, tongue finding and dueling with its counterpart. "I think that any demon who wants you has great taste and a very poor set of survival skills, and I think that I want you to make me clean again, dude. You need to get rid of all that demon spit on me so I belong to you again and not her."

Dean scratched blunt nails over his brother's back then leaned in and kissed Sam once again, his way of saying he agreed with him. "I just hope all of this is not part of their plan for you. That we aren't doing exactly what they want." Pulling him close, Dean kissed his brother over and over, rocking his hips up into him, before reaching between them and grasping Sam's cock to start stroking.

His hand ran over it, curling around to give enough pressure. When he reached the crown, his thumb rubbed over the top, caressing down the v and over the thickly veined underside before sliding back up to stroke again. All the while, Dean's mouth worked over Sam's jaw, down to his ear to nibble on the lobe and then moved down the slender neck, teeth scraping and leaving red trails before moving over to nip at his shoulder.

The whole of Sam's world was reduced to the feel of Dean's hand on him, the heat of his mouth, and the way that his brother was holding him, so desperately, so very fiercely. He moaned, struggling to get his own hand down between them and reciprocate.

"Want you to stay with me," he whispered. "That way they'll never be able to turn me. You'll keep me from going bad, or you'll kill me. I trust you, Dean. I love you so much."

Dean lifted his head and kissed Sam once again. His hand slipped around behind his brother to scrape his middle finger over the tight bud there. He rubbed and pressed a little, testing and teasing before pushing his finger inside as far as he was allowed to reach. "I'm gonna fuck you, Sammy. I'm gonna keep doing so 'til you scream. 'Til you give your soul to me and only me. Then no one can take you from me. Can't give what isn't yours." He nipped at Sam's lips, knowing that wasn't true, although hey! It was a nice thought.

"Do it," whispered Sam against Dean's mouth. "Dad gave you to me all those years ago. I've been yours ever since." He wriggled a little, pushing down on Dean's finger as he felt Dean start to open him up. "I give myself to you freely, Dean, because I trust you to love me better than anyone else ever could."

He shuddered as a wave of something hot swept through him as he finished speaking. "What was that?" he whispered. "Did you feel anything?" He didn't wait to hear Dean's answer, but leaned forward again and captured Dean's mouth, kissing and biting and sucking at it, worrying at it until he was panting. "And about that fucking you were going to do... Just exactly when was that gonna be?"

If Dean had felt anything, he hadn't noticed, for all he could see and feel was his brother. Sam was his whole focus. For a hunter that was dangerous, but at this moment it was all he could think of. Dean smiled at his brother then pushed him back, turned him around and bent him over the edge of the tub. "Now." He moved up behind his brother and started to push his cock into him, letting out a deep throaty groan of pleasure as the water aided in that slide.

Dean didn't stop 'til he was buried deep into Sam, his hips pressed against curved ass cheeks. He ran his hand over Sam's back, hand hooking up on a firm shoulder to balance him as he started driving into his brother.

It was amazing to Sam that Dean returned the feelings seething inside of him. He felt a surge of love for his brother as he suffered the invasion, felt Dean use his body to erase the feel of the demon woman and reclaim him. Reaching back, he slid his hand over Dean's slick, wet back to cup a buttock and squeeze, pull it closer, trying to get Dean deeper and deeper inside him.

Dean's arms were around him, Dean's body pressed slippery against him, and Dean's voice was tender in his ear as he moved. Sam let out a small sob and bit his lip, losing himself in the slap of flesh on flesh and the tickle of the bubbling water against his balls.

Dean could feel the jets against his skin too as he whispered and spilled out mumbled words of endearment, His hand found one of the jets and angled it just right, turning it up so it was not only teasing Sam's balls but his cock as well. He felt the reaction as Sam clenched around him. "God, Sammy!" He started moving faster and harder into his brother, his mouth running down Sam's back as far as his body would allow before pushing up, grasping hips and driving deeper into him.

"Oh yeah, that's it," whimpered Sam, arching back and letting his head fall against Dean's shoulder, giving himself up to anything Dean wanted to do. "Yours, Dean. I'm yours forever." He felt his body tighten and bit his lip as the swell of orgasm filled him. "Yours," he murmured again, and came.

Dean gritted his teeth, wincing a little as Sam tightened around him, and then, with a few more labored thrusts of his own, Dean was biting onto Sam's shoulder and releasing into his ass. He held Sam tightly to him as he relaxed. "Mmm, I think I'll keep you." Dean smiled against Sam's neck. "Even if you make everyone so sick of you that they puke." He chuckled.

"Hey, watch what you say, dude! I have a horde of demon defenders to go to battle for me now. Betcha they like my face." Sam turned his head so that he could mouth along Dean's jaw, nipping and nibbling as he went. "And you'd damned well better keep me now you've stolen my innocence." He grinned and turned as he felt Dean slip out of him. "Seriously, dude, I've never been happier than I am now. I know that things are a little wild, but I'm gonna save you, no problemo, and you an' me are gonna be an item forever. I'm psychic, remember? I know these things."

Dean didn't argue this time. He just sank back down into the water, pulling his brother with him. He felt warm and ... and loved. He felt something thaw in him that he hadn't felt in a long time - a very, very long time. He caressed his brother, "See, Sammy, what you fail to understand, big brothers get immunity from that kind of thing. We are allowed to pick on our little brothers, because that is part of our DNA. It's in our job description." He smirked at the brother in question.

"Yeah, yeah," nodded Sam, not stirring from the cozy space where he was nestling in Dean's arms. "And little brothers are allowed to be annoying and whiny and follow big brothers around demanding attention." He laid his damp head against Dean's chest and gave a sigh. "This is awesome, dude. I really want to stay here for the rest of time, but I'm guessing our skin will go all wrinkled and bloated if we do." He sat up at last and patted Dean's cheek. "You think we should try that seashell bed out? You gonna put on your see through pink nightie for me?"

"Only if you wear your heels." Dean pushed Sam out before following after. He dried himself off and brushed his teeth, surreptitiously checking in the mirror for damages. Once done, he headed out to the bed, pulled the covers back and climbed in, shedding the towel. He sighed. "Dude, this bed is awesome... Come...." He stopped when he saw a box beside the bed, reached over with a smile and turned the Magic Fingers on. It wasn't one of the cheap, coin operated ones either. Dean melted. "Oh, this is the life."

"Isn't it, though?" Sam had turned off the jets, emptied the tub and followed Dean out into the bedroom, and now he slid into the bed alongside Dean. "Wow," he said, smiling as he took in the vibrating mattress. "They think of everything. Now you'll be able to have sex and enjoy yourself at the same time." He snuggled down against his brother. "Dude, how long do you think we'll be able to stay here before they give us the bum's rush? Three days? Four?" He pressed a kiss to Dean's shoulder. "Then where next? Where do you want to go?"

Dean shrugged, not really caring. "I don't know. I'll sleep on it and let you know." Though he did have an idea of the next place they needed to visit. His father had told him to go to Camp Pendleton, hadn't he? "Maybe out to Cali. Go see the ocean." He snuggled down more into the bed and turned towards his brother, resting an arm over Sam's chest.

"Works for me," Sam murmured, drowsy as he snuggled against Dean. "Kind of brings us round full circle," he said softly. "That's where we were after you picked me up from Stanford. Dude, you'd better not end up stuck on the ceiling. That used to bother me no end, the fear that it would happen to you if I let you in and loved you the way I knew I really did."

The thought bothered Dean too, of course it did, but he looked at his brother with his typical bravado. "Not gonna happen, Sammy." He was definitely going to die, but that was something he wasn't gonna mention right now. Right now he was in his brother's arms. He was happy and felt loved.

Dean closed his eyes, snuggling against Sammy and finally sleeping comfortably.

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