Fic: No Retreat, No Surrender (Sam/Dean, NC-17) Part 2 of 2

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Dean grabbed the cuffs that Bryce had used to secure Sam to the chair and cuffed his brother’s hands behind his back and his ankles together. There was a thick rope that he used to get the cuffs securely tied together, all as one. Hopefully that would be enough to contain his vamped-up escape artist of a brother for long enough.

He wondered how he was going to manage to get Sam up the stairs and then remembered his thought about there being another entrance to the basement. He searched for an easier exit and found a door that was propped open. It was nice to be right for once. Outside in the night, thankfully his Baby was parked nearby, the grain elevator tower loomed over him blocking out most of the sky. He grumbled over the idea of a vampire driving his car as he opened up the back door and removed everything single thing, tossing it all into the passenger side foot well of the front seat. When it was completely emptied he headed back into the basement for Sam.

He found a hand cart in one of the corners and wrestled Sam’s unconscious body onto it and quickly wheeled him out to the car. The effort to get his brother into the car almost knocked him out again. He had to stop and take a rest, he drank two of the energy drinks from the green cooler. Bleah—they tasted like liquid vitamins and koolaid.

Finally Sam was seat belted in with all three seatbelts holding him down tight, a folded up blanket propped under his head. Sam woke up when Dean ran his hand through his brother’s hair, checking to see if all the head wounds had closed up, thankfully yes.

“I’m going to enjoy draining you,” Sam hissed.

“Sorry, buddy, not gonna get the chance,” Dean said. “That reminds me of something important, thanks.”  He stalked back into the building, and drained Bryce’s blood into an empty energy drink bottle. Dean was counting on the vampire cure recipe to be easily accessible in Sam’s books back at their cabin, because he sure as hell didn’t remember the exact recipe. Sam probably would be able to spout it off from memory, but then he wasn’t really Sam anymore and as a vampire, he probably wouldn’t want to be a bit helpful.

Dean knew that he had to get Sam turned back into a human before he could even stop to get his arm looked at. Both of their cell phones were in the glove box and according to Google maps the abandoned grain elevator where they currently were was located about an hour south of Whitefish.

No problemo…

After he’d been driving for a while, his injured arm propped up on the back of the seat, he realized it had been a while, the tourniquet needed to come off asap before it did permanent damage. He untied the silk scarf with his teeth while keeping one eye on the road. He slowly let some of the pressure off. With the dome light turned on, he could see a small red mark bloom on the vamp’s shirt wrapped around his arm, but it didn’t soak through. Some good news—finally.

“I can smell it, all of that beautiful blood, and fuck do you ever smell good, Dean,” Sam said with a hiss.

He wasn’t ever going to be able to get used to that hiss, wouldn’t get used to it if he could help it. Time to commiserate based on his own unfortunate temporary vampire situation. “I remember thinking that, how good you smelled when I got turned.”

“You mean when I let you get turned, on purpose,” Sam, his brother who was now a vampire said with that awful hiss.

“Yeah, that was a fun time, and remember what we learned? Thanks to dear old grandpa Campbell?”

“No, it won’t work, that cure won’t work, you don’t how to make it,” Sam said. “And even if you do manage to make it, you sure as hell, can’t make me drink it.”

“You will and you’ll change back and then you’ll drive me to the fucking hospital in town. That’s how it’s gotta go, Sam, you know this, I know you do.”

“Or how about this—I turn you, your arm heals up, no hospital required and we go feed on the world together, forever.”

“Aww, how fucking romantic is that. Give me a break, Sammy, we both know you’d be a Lenore kind of vamp, holding out on ever drinking human blood, living off of cattle. That’d drive me batshit.”

Sam hissed. “No, not happening, you will be my mate. I need it, Dean, need your blood. I need to taste you, drink you down, have you back inside me, and me in you.”

“Ooh, sounds so sexy, but sorry, not gonna happen, Sam. “

“I feel so damn good now, my shoulder is fine, nothing hurts, my head even feels right. It’s amazing how alive I feel, better than I’ve felt in fucking years,” Sam said.

“And yet, amazing how undead you are,” Dean said.

“Dean, if you let me turn you, your broken arm will be fixed, your knees will no longer ache, the back pains you’re always complaining about—all that pain will be gone, you’ll feel young and vigorous again. And think of what the sex will be like again—can you even imagine the two of us going at it vampire style?”

“You paint a pretty picture, but I don’t want to be that, even with you.”

Dean’s compound fracture throbbed at the offer to be cured. Dean briefly considered Sam’s offer, how it would all be different, but still the same. They’d be together, they’d be monsters together, which they already kind of were, really. Especially if you listened to some of their foes over the years.

“You’re thinking about it, I can practically taste it, I can hear your heart speed up at the thought of us fucking for the rest of forever. Dean, you’re already my mate, but now I’d be your maker, our bond would be even more incredible. I’d never be able to hide a thing from you again.”

“And vice versa right? That’s supposed to be a selling point somehow?”

“You know you’d love it, knowing every single little thing I never tell you. All the secrets we keep, that have always come back and bitten us right in the ass would be cleared away. Clean slate, washed clean with the blood we share.”

“No, Sam, I don’t want to. And I know you really don’t want this, you’d never have chosen this, to be a monster like this, much less to turn me into one too.”

“I have chosen this once before, you even called me a monster then,” Sam said.

“That was different,” Dean said. “You thought you were helping people, that you were doing the right thing. You know this is wrong.”

“Has my big brother finally acquired some nuance after all these years of living in his black and white world?” Sam sneered.

“You’re the one that gave me that, Sam. You showed me how to work in the grey areas, that monsters weren’t all cut and dried evil without question. I learned all that from you.”

“It’s different now that I’m this new creation. God, the possibility of it, Dean. You and me, together forever, just think of it.”

“Dude, that’s nothing new. We already know we’re going to be together forever. That was the deal, remember up in Heaven, Winchesterland?”

“Winchesterland, Heaven, you think that’s still where we’re headed after all we’ve done? We were both already monsters, long ago, no wonder you felt so comfortable in Purgatory, right?”

“Sam, we saved the fucking world, three or four times, I’ve honestly lost track. If we don’t have some kind of eternal reward or whatever then we’ll have to make one for ourselves.”

Sam goes quiet after that, and Dean speeds even faster, urging Baby to get them back home.

*****

Pulling up in the driveway of their cabin, Dean has never been so relieved to see its old sagging roof. Sam’s not moving or saying anything, and Dean has to take the chance on leaving him in the car.

“I’ll be right back with an energizing cocktail, don’t go anywhere,” Dean says.

“Fuck you,” Sam hisses.

It takes Dean at least fifteen minutes to find the recipe, he hasn’t quite learned Sam’s arcane filing methodology in the new, smaller library. He gets the cure all mixed up with the blood he’d drained from Bryce. He remembers how he’d struggled to get it all down when he’d had to drink it, his grandfather and Sam watching the whole time, ready to kill him if he didn’t.

Dean headed back out to the car and was pleasantly surprised to see Sam was still secured in the back seat. His clothing was in disarray so he has obviously been trying to thrash his way out of the seatbelts. His eyes tracked Dean’s progress across the yard.

“Here we go, bet you’re real thirsty by now,” Dean said, holding up the glass.

Sam’s mouth opened as he panted, teeth biting into his own lip.

“Want me to go get you a sippy cup or a straw?” Dean teased.

Sam growled and hissed at him.

“Listen, I know you don’t want to do this, believe me I know. Been there, done that and all. But you are Sam Fucking Winchester, and you need to come back to me now.”

Sam rolled his eyes and finally nodded, grimacing with that mouthful of sharp teeth.

Dean held the cup up to Sam’s mouth and watched as he drank the foul mixture down to the very last drop. He untied the rope connecting the cuffs to Sam’s ankles and got ready to turn the key for the cuffs to let him go.

Sam began to throw up, blood and everything else, most of it landed outside of the car, thank god for very small favors.

Dean unlocked the handcuffs, while Sam was still throwing up the rest of the blood. After unlocking each seat belt, he missed what came next, collapsing from his own blood loss. Something about an untreated compound fracture sending him back down into the blessed blackness.

***

Sam finally came back to himself, still tangled up in seatbelts and ropes and cuffs, but they’re thankfully all undone. Dean had collapsed outside near the car. His blood had soaked through the contraption he’d constructed around his broken arm. Sam found the last energy drink still left in the cooler, and drained it just to get the taste of blood and vomit out of his mouth.

He carefully lifted Dean’s limp body into the backseat with his one good arm, strapping him in with the seatbelts. Sam was bummed that his shoulder was busted all over again, but he quickly got the car started and headed down the mountain to take Dean to the hospital in Whitefish. He hoped that he hadn’t taken too long to get his shit together. He knew that he would have to give Dean a blood transfusion because their blood types matched and hoped there wasn’t any vampire blood residue. It wasn’t exactly something he could ask the friendly nurses in the ER.

Dean’s surgery was over quickly, and Sam checked him out from the hospital in a day and a half. The long drive back up the mountain to their cabin was quiet, both of them not knowing what to say about the whole experience.

“You got me Snuffys? Aww, man, that makes it even worse,” Dean said, when he saw the bags on the workbench.

“I can go back and get us some tomorrow if you really want it,” Sam said, “But I’m too tired right now.”

“It’s okay, I’m glad we kicked ass and got back home. That’s what counts.”

“I can make us something for dinner later, I’m feeling like I should go lay down for a bit,” Sam said.

Dean followed him into their bedroom and laid down in bed next to him. They held each other in the quiet for a long time, neither one needing to say or do anything. Just being thankful that they were in each other’s arms, (no matter how broken they might be) again meant everything.

“I’m sorry for saying all that shit when I was a vamp,” Sam finally said, breaking the silence.

“’s all good, don’t worry about it. I’m just really glad we’re not monsters, Sammy,” Dean said. “Although you did make a pretty compelling case for all the hot vamp on vamp sex we could have.”

“Tell me you didn’t consider it,” Sam said.

“Oh hell yes I did, of course, don’t forget I was briefly a vamp myself. I remember how fucking amazing you smelled and felt. You were damn lucky Grandpa Campbell was there, that’s all I’m saying about that.”

“Could we…I mean, do you think it would hurt if we—” Sam tried to ask, turning red as he wasn’t quite able to finish his question.

“Wait, hold on, you want to role play vampire sex…now? Why Samuel Winchester you naughty little minx,” Dean said, even though he knew that wasn’t what Sam was asking for.

“Shut up and kiss me,” Sam demanded. “You owe me for saving your ass.”

“I’d say we owe each other, there was some mutual ass saving going on.”

“Depends on what you want done to your ass now I guess,” Sam said.

“Shutting up and kissing you now,” Dean said, scooting up to be in kissing range.

Sam bit down hard on the cord of Dean’s neck, then softly nipped at the skin over and over until he had Dean writhing. But the writhing hurt too much, so Dean had to stop and stabilize himself. Laying on his back with Sam looming over him just like he always loved so much that he could never say. That was even better.

There was a possessive flash in Sam’s eye as he took over Dean’s mouth, tongue plunging in deep and hard, with a whole lot more teeth involved than usual. Dean was going to stop and give Sam a hard time about it until the moment when the sheer pleasure of it made his whole world blank out white and hot, the intense heat of it, being bitten and taken and consumed. He could imagine it, living forever, loving forever, like they were always meant to be.

He came back to himself when Sam slowly flopped over onto his back, his hand in his own jeans, jacking himself with his good hand. Dean placed his own hand around Sam’s, gripping even harder, making different movements that increased the blush of pleasure he could see flushing down his brothers’ neck. He bit down on the straining cord of Sam’s neck, sucking the blood to the surface, imagining being able to drink it down, to taste Sam, have him inside him always.

“Want you, Dean,” Sam said.

Dean got up from their bed, removed his messy boxers and jeans and grabbed the lube from the bedside table. He leaned over the desk, resting his chest and injured arm on it comfortably. He reached around behind himself and with the other hand began to get himself ready, a finger inside, then two, a pause for more lube and steadily pumping in and out, stretching himself open for Sam.

Sam who was on their bed, still stroking himself slowly, in time with the movements Dean was making.

“You doing this or what?” Dean asked, grinning over his shoulder and wiggling his ass.

Sam groaned at the sight, grabbing himself at the base of his rock hard cock. “God, the sight of you.”

“I need it, Sammy, c’mon,” Dean said, now with three of his fingers pumping in and out of his hole, ready to be filled with what he really wanted.

He heard Sam move and his clothes hitting the floor, he closed his eyes when Sam’s hand stopped his own from moving.

“Can you keep them in there, while I?” Sam asked.

“Let’s try it, I might not be walking well for a few days, but that’s okay with me. Wasn’t planning on doing much any way. Won’t be able to hold this position for long, my arm is getting tired,” Dean said.

“Won’t take long, I’m barely going to make inside you at this point,” Sam said, his voice almost trembling with holding himself back.

Dean kept two fingers inside himself as Sam pressed in and under them, the fullness, the too-muchness of it was mind blowing, he couldn’t do anything but press back into Sam, wanting more and more until Sam began to thrust and move. Dean kept his fingers motionless at first but then started counter thrusting and his knees nearly buckled from the feeling.

“Dean, oh god, I can’t—“ Sam said, thrusting wildly and then going still.

Sam curled over his back, breathing hard and wrapped his hand around Dean, where they were both surprised he was hard all over again.

“You’re so fucking good to me, Sammy, don’t need a fucking vampire for this,” Dean said, pressing his hips back into Sam’s, right where Sam was still inside him, still hard against his own fingers.

Sam changed the angle of his thrusts just slightly and was hitting Dean in just the right place, the pressure made him see stars in the best sort of way, Sam quickly jacking him all the way to completion.

Dean was glad that his chest was already supported on the desk, otherwise he would have likely hit the floor. Sam pulled out slowly, and then gently removed Dean’s fingers as well. He licked the two fingers clean and then kissed Dean deeply, until their taste had been fully shared between them. Dean wished he could get hard again, but two times was enough for now.

After Sam helped Dean back to their bed, he left for the bathroom and returned with a washcloth, cleaning Dean up gently. Sam’s left arm and his own right arm had made it a little more challenging than usual to figure out the spatial logistics, but they had managed to have some relieved, celebratory non-vampire sex happen. Even with the bulky cast on Dean’s arm and Sam’s shoulder back in a sling, it was better than good. They fell asleep together, satisfied, both happy that they had made the choice to stay human.

The End