Title: Meet Me Halfway, I'll Be Waiting For You
By: Bridget McKennitt
Word Count: 1148
Summary: Dean may not be by Sam's side, but he knows to keep in touch every night. Sam does the same.
Contains: No warnings in as far I know that can't be extrapolated from the header itself. Boy King!Sam, Consort!Dean, powers!sex
Disclaimer: Supernatural is owned by Eric Kripke and other companies. They are used here without permission, and for entertainment purposes only. No challenge or infringement upon the copyright is intended, nor should any be inferred. Title is from Meet Me Halfway by Black Eyed Peas.
Dean flashed a smile at the motel clerk, not too bright, and took his room key. He knew better than to attract too much attention, even in the middle of nowhere like where he was currently at. He grabbed the rest of his things from the backseat of the Impala and headed to his room, the furthest one away from the motel office.
His room held the faint smell of mold and Dean could tell that the bed sheets hadn't been washed in weeks, but none of that mattered. He dumped his duffel bag on the bed and unzipped it before pulling out a golden cup.
It was a gaudy thing and Dean hated that Sam made him carry it around instead of a cell phone, but Sam had insisted. Said cell phones got shit for reception in Wyoming. Of course, before Sam had raised Hell to the surface and took over Wyoming and its Devil's Gate as his own personal country and kingdom, there had been plenty of reception. When Dean had told this to Sam, Sam snorted and told him to get used to the damn cup.
Dean filled the cup with water from the bathroom and placed it on the table before taking out his knife. He hated this part, it was another reason he'd prefer cell phones, and pressed the blade against his skin until blood welled to the surface. He squeezed his finger until a few drops landed into the water and waited.
It never took long. The water began to tremble and Dean felt Sam's presence surrounding him like a fitted suit.
"Just checking in, Sammy," he said as he made himself comfortable on the bed, kicking his boots off and slipping off his leather jacket.
"Dean." It was always strange when he communicated with his brother through the cup. He could hear and feel Sam's words echoing through his body, and it had taken him some time to get him used to it. "Is everything okay? Did anyone bother you?" Like they did in Boulder, but neither brother liked to mention the smoldering crater formerly known as Boulder, Colorado. It only made Sam grumpy and Dean twitchy.
That was a disadvantage to being the Consort of Hell's King, people were always gunning for Dean to get to Sam. From religious fanatics to hunters, Dean was on their watch lists. It was why Sam wanted Dean safe and sound in Wyoming instead of roaming the continental US.
"No one gave me a second look, I promise. Don't worry so much. I can still take care of myself. Remember, I'm the one who taught you how to fight."
"I remember. Come home, Dean." Dean could feel the heartache in Sam's words and he sighed.
"You know why I can't, Sammy." Dean let out a bitter laugh. "I may be willing to marry my little brother when he's the King of Hell, but I am nowhere near ready to let him fuck me in the ass."
"But you will." There was certainty in Sam's voice.
"Yeah, I will, but not now. Give me more time. I still have to warm up to it."
Sam's presence settled around Dean and Dean could feel his brother's fingers slipping between his ass cheeks. He sighed loudly and began taking off his clothes.
"Geez, Sam, couldn't you at least wait until I take off my clothes? It's already weird enough you're not in the room. It's even weirder feeling that while I still have my jeans on."
Sam chuckled and withdrew his fingers. "Spoil sport. How else am I supposed to enjoy my beloved consort when he is so very far away?"
Dean lay back on the bed, legs slightly spread to keep himself focused on how good it felt when Sam's phantom fingers touched him, and not how creepy it was that something was touching him with his legs closed.
"Not my fault, Sammy. Someone has to be your eyes and ears in the human world, and who else are you going to trust more than me?" He inhaled sharply as Sam's fingers tiptoed up his thighs until he felt a hand cup his balls. He knew it was fucked up that he found pleasure with Sam this way while refusing to even think about letting Sam touch him in person. Whatever. Dean hated thinking about it too deeply.
"You may have a point, but that doesn't mean I don't miss you." Sam began to stroke Dean's cock, light pressure running up and down the shaft aimed to drive Dean wild. His other fingers began tracing the rim of his hole before one digit slipped in. "I have a meeting with the governor of California next week. You should drive up to see me. I'll have my meeting and then we'll go somewhere nice for dinner. I promise no hijinks. Just a simple dinner between the two of us."
"What," Dean's breath hitched as more fingers dipped into his hole and he tried again. "What is your meeting about?"
"Hell is going green. Sort of. The only meat suits my demons will possess will be the bodies of convicted criminals, the more bloodier the better. In exchange, we'll pay handsomely." Sam chuckled. "The governor won't be able to say no to killing two birds with one stone. We'll solve their prison crisis and money will flow back into their economy."
"You're forgetting public opinion. I don't think that'll fly. Freedom of choice and all that."
Sam scoffed. "I'm not above using magic to get my way, and besides, I thought you'd be proud of the idea. I'm trying, you know, for you. Hell isn't going to take over the world. We're just one country among many."
"Yeah, except it's Hell." Dean's eyes fluttered closed as he could feel his orgasm building. It never took much for him to come, not when Sam's talented hands were on him.
Dean came to the feel of Sam's mouth closing over the head of his cock and he remembered just in time to keep his eyes closed. He didn't know how Sam did it, and he wasn't sure he wanted to know, but just the sight of seeing his come disappear into thin air was disconcerting.
Sam brought him back down, comforting him with long strokes and soft kisses. "Will you come?" Sam whispered against Dean's ear. "I want to see you again."
"Okay, Sammy. I'll go. I'll meet you in California."
"Good." Sam mouthed the base of Dean's throat. "Next week can't come fast enough."
Dean let out a happy sigh as Sam dropped a blanket over his naked body. "Yeah, yeah. Night, Sammy. Don't forget to be on your best behavior."
"I know, I will. Night, Dean."
Dean rolled over onto his side and drifted off to sleep, comforted by the knowledge that Sam was there, watching over him.
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