As soon as Gjuki leaves the room, Sam says to Dean with some urgency, “I really think we should do this spell, I mean I know it’s a risk, but it just seems like the right thing to do here.”
“Yeah, I agree, he just gave us the amulet without asking us for anything. I feel like we owe him. I don’t like taking this much of a risk, but we’ve gotta pay ‘im back somehow.” Dean’s glad they agree on this.
“I’ll call Bobby and let him know what we’re doing. See if he knows anything about getting rid of time binding spells. At least he’ll know that we’re here, so if anything goes wrong he could get us out I guess.” Sam offers as much of a back-up plan as he’s been able to come up with.
“The old man’ll be happy that we found the amulet at least. I’ll go put it out in the car, just in case we get stuck in there, so he can at least use it to stop Eve if something major happens to us.” Dean says finishing off his beer and putting the glass back on the small table.
“Dean I don’t want to get stuck here. I mean, it’s a nice house and Gjuki’s pretty cool and all, but just the idea of it is pretty awful, being tied to one place.” Sam really wants to add something about how at least they’d be stuck there together but he decides against it, Dean would think it was too much.
“I know, me either. It wouldn’t be the worst thing that could happen to us, at least he could keep us fed, and we’d save on gas.” Dean wishes he could speak the other thought on his mind, that at least they’d always be there together, no more leaving, no more running away, but he stops himself, Sam probably would just misinterpret that somehow.
“You wouldn’t be able to drive your car!” Sam realizes with a shock.
“Ok, we’re really not getting stuck here. I’ll be right back.” Dean slaps Sam’s knee as he stands up to go out to the car, Sam, grabs his hand stopping him, he digs in his pocket and hands Dean the amulet, letting go of his hand, and smiling up at him. Dean tilts his head in question, not sure why Sam is smiling like that, and can’t help returning the smile. He figures Sam’s just lit up inside at the idea of helping someone, getting to do magic and taking a big risk. At least they’re doing it together this time.
Gjuki stays invisible so he can hear Sam’s conversation with the person on the other end of the phone. He’s so excited that these warriors are going to risk themselves to free him; he starts plotting and planning how to thank them if they succeed, going over what he has in his treasure hoard that would be most valuable to them.
“Hey Bobby, yeah, good news, we’ve got the amulet….
Uh, huh, no problem it was pretty much right where Cas told us it would be…
Yeah Dean’s been doing better, not drinking as much the last few days. …
I know, course I’m watching out for him….
Uh, there’s something else I need to talk to you about….
Yeah, I know, I’m sorry we’re always so much trouble. But anyways, we met someone here at the house. He was the one that had the amulet; he just gave it to us….
Right, didn’t ask us for any payment or anything, just handed it over, said he liked our heroic tales…
No I’m not getting a big head, give me some credit wouldja? Anyways, he says he’s a Niflung, what we’d call a dwarf. No, I’m not making it up. No, I’m not high. God, would you just listen? He’s why the amulet was here, he’s been tied to this house for hundreds of years by a time-binding spell and the amulet was part of his treasure hoard. Dean and I are going to help him undo the spell so he can go back home….
Yeah we know it’s a risk, but this guy, he’s really cool, and he gave us the amulet with no strings attached, just because we told him our stories…
Can you send me that in my email? That would be useful, thanks. Dean’s put the amulet in the Impala’s glove box just in case we get stuck in here. I’ll send you the details on the spell before we try the counter-spell okay?...
Thanks Bobby, yeah we know, we’ll be careful. You too. We’ll call you when we’re done.”
Dean comes back into the kitchen and sits back down with Sam, cracking open another beer. “All set, it’s in there. What’d Bobby say?”
“The usual, we’re idjits, to be careful, and he’s sending me an email with all he knows about counter-spells.” Sam takes some of the cheese and bread, washing it down with the rest of his beer.
“I’m glad you finally got him up to date with the computer, it’s pretty handy.”
“And my smart phone is pretty damn handy too, even though you bitch about it all the time.”
“Yeah, I know, it just costs a lot you know?”
Gjuki comes back in through the exterior kitchen door holding a carry-all filled with firewood, just for show so they don’t figure out he’s been spying on them. “Was your meal acceptable gentlemen?”
“Yes, thank you Gjuki, this cheese is amazing.” Sam says through the last of his mouthful.
“A local dairyman makes it; he has the happiest goats I have ever seen.”
“Hey, Gjuki, we have something to ask you.” Dean says.
“Yes Dean Winchester, what is it?”
“We’d like to help you break the spell that binds you to this house.”
“You would do that for me?” Gjuki says with what he hopes is convincing surprise, he mustn’t let on that he’s been spying.
“Yes, we would like to, you’ve been so helpful and we feel we must repay you somehow. We’d like to see you be able to go back home.” Sam says formally.
Gjuki’s face crinkles up even more than it usually is, like he’s maybe about to cry. “I accept your offer of help Sam and Dean Winchester.”
“Just tell us what we need to do.” Dean says, smiling back at Gjuki.
Gjuki comes back from the basement with a very dusty wooden box. “I’ve kept this ready all this time, just in case there ever came a chance to try the counter-spell.”
Sam and Dean watch as he opens the box up on the kitchen table, and pulls out two clocks, setting them gently on the table. One is triangular with a circular clock face surrounded by arcane designs, the other is a pretty standard looking circular clock face in brass with a flat base. Next he takes out a flannel bundle in which there are two thick crystal wands one a deep purple the other a much lighter shade. The crystal wands are beautiful, glowing almost as if there’s an energy source within them. The last thing out of the box is a large engraved circular silver disk with a pentagram incised on it.
“These two clocks need to be synchronized at midnight in the heart of the house, which is this kitchen. It must be exact or whoever is holding the wands will be tied here along with me. There is a spot on each clock where the end of the wand must make contact.” He points to a space on each clock face that is barely distinguishable.
“That doesn’t sound too terribly hard. Anything else we need to know?” Sam asks.
“We must all have a ritual purification bath and be wearing only these robes.” Gjuki answers holding up some folded dusty red loosely-woven robes.
“At least it isn’t a sky clad ritual, eh Dean?” Sam teases, remembering all the times they’ve done things like this together.
“Yeah, we’ve had our share of those; it’s a little too cold for that.” Dean answers, glad that Sam still remembers the fun part of this job.
“I’ll begin heating some water up for our baths.” Gjuki says.
“Gjuki you think this is gonna work?” Asks Dean.
“You two are the most synchronized, compatible couple I have ever had the pleasure to meet, so I have great hope that this will work.” Gjuki answers seriously.
Neither Sam nor Dean protests at this description of them, because they know at a very deep level that it’s absolutely true. They look at each other smiling and shrug, moving back over to the loveseat by the fireplace.
“You still feeling okay about doing this?” Dean asks, handing Sam a beer
“Yeah, as long as we practice a couple times, I think we’ll be fine. How about you?” Sam answers, taking a swig of beer.
Dean nods and then watches Sam drink lit by the firelight, his throat smoothly working, he shakes his head to get himself out of that line of thinking which is never a good thing to start doing again, “Like he said, we’re in-sync, we can do this no problem.” Dean says confidently, clinking his beer bottle with Sam’s. They lean back comfortably into the loveseat, crammed up together watching the fire without having to speak another word.
Gjuki watches this exchange closely and smiles to himself about the gifts he has planned to give them, seeing it confirmed for him just now proves to him that he’s guessed correctly at what it is the Winchesters need most.
Later that evening after several run-throughs of the simple ceremony, Sam’s done downloading a timer/clock app to his phone, Gjuki marveling at its accuracy, they’re finally getting nearer to midnight.
“Here is some food; hopefully it will settle your hands.” Gjuki reappears with yet another tray of food.
“My hands don’t need settling, I’m good, but I’ll take some food.” Dean says once he smells the aroma of the hot meal.
Gjuki has a tray full of steaming plates, carved beef, mashed potatoes and gravy, bright green beans, and what looks like an apple pie. He places the tray on the table and seats himself in the side armchair helping himself to a full plate and gestures for Sam and Dean to also partake.
Once Dean takes a few bites he can’t help but comment, “Man this food is awesome, you steal from all the best homes or what?”
“Some of the local restaurants have surprisingly accessible cellars.” Gjuki answers, smiling sideways at them.
“Well, thanks, this is just great Gjuki.” Dean says thankfully.
“So you’ve never tried this spell before?” Sam asks.
“Never, there were a few times over the years that I had one person offer to attempt it, but two are required.”Gjuki replies.
“Can’t you do the other part?”Asks Sam.
“No I have to hold the pentagram disc with both hands. So there was always a need for two people to perform the spell.”
“Wow she made it as tough as possible on you to get out of here, that sucks. So where you gonna go first when you can finally leave?” asks Dean.
“I will gather my hoard together and set sail for Nilfheim, which means Mist-Home, it is a place out of time, accessible only to the Fae from my country. I look forward to seeing my family and friends there.”
“Is it like Heaven for the Fae?” asks Sam, ever-curious.
“Not precisely, as one does not need to perish on the mortal plane to go there, and it is possible to return from it.”
“Well we’ve both been returned from Heaven and Hell, but we had to die to get to both places first. I think I like your Nilfheim place better.” Dean says, meaning it so sincerely no one would believe him.
“I believe our water is warm enough now, are you ready to bathe?” Gjuki asks.
“You’re going to have to show us how to do it right, we’re used to showers or bathtubs.” Dean says.
“You see this tile area with the drain, stand there next to the cauldron.” Gjuki points over next to the enormous cauldron hanging over the fire.
“We take our clothes off right?” Sam asks, just to be sure.
“Yes of course, will that be a problem?” Gjuki answers.
“No, no it won’t.” Sam answers, feeling silly for having asked the question.
“I am taking these outside to shake the dust out, sneezing will not help the accuracy of your performance.” Gjuki says, stepping outside the kitchen door.
Both Sam and Dean laugh at that, the idea of sneezing to screw up a spell is definitely something that would happen to them. Sam has no idea why he’s suddenly feeling shy undressing in front of his brother, they do it almost every day, but he is, he can’t even look up to see if Dean’s watching him, but he feels his skin heating up slowly like he’s a bag of food under a heat lamp at McDonald’s. Finally he manages to sneak a look at Dean and yeah, Dean is watching him remove his clothes, piece by piece with a hungry almost predatory look. For some reason the look on Dean’s face emboldens him and he suddenly meets Dean’s gaze with a similar intensity. Dean’s eyes widen even further when he sees Sam has noticed, a beautiful red flush starts on his chest and flows up to his face. He’s so beautiful, with his freckles standing out in relief against the blush, lit by the firelight. Sam feels shaky inside, like something vital has come loose and wiggly, yes he knows his brother is beautiful, he always has, but now it looks like Dean is thinking something similar about him in return. And he doesn’t know where that fits inside, where he’s supposed to put this, that his brother could notice that about him.
Sam looks Dean up and down slowly, his eyes traveling from Dean’s face inch by inch down his body to his bare feet on the floor. All the muscles flexing in turn as if affected by the weight of Sam’s passing gaze. When he arrives back up at Dean’s face, he smiles widely, “Yeah, I’m good.”
“I can see that.” Dean answers and looks pointedly at Sam’s groin where he’s gone half-hard just from looking at his brother.
“Me too.” Sam says, looking back again at Dean’s groin where he’s in a similar state, just from having Sam look at him like he’s something edible.
Before they can say or do anything else, Gjuki returns with the robes neatly folded up in his arms, “Use the sponges, go from head to toe, you’ll need to wash each other’s backs.” Gjuki removes his clothes and grabs his own sponge; he’s covered in hair all over, all the way down to his wide gnarled feet. Sam and Dean are too busy washing themselves to notice him though. They watch each other closely, as the water pours over their faces. Sam flushes now when Dean licks his lips slowly when the water trickles over them. Dean can’t stop himself from watching the water run over Sam’s eyes, drops holding in those long lashes, sparkling in the firelight like he’s covered in jewels.
“Here, let me do you, turn around.” Sam says gruffly. Dean turns around without a word and shivers when Sam’s hand lands on his naked shoulder, the contact of their skin is electric and seems more important than anything. Sam scrubs his back quickly and efficiently, patting his shoulder when he’s done. They lock eyes momentarily as they turn, both full of tentative questions, but not fear or worse.
Sam catches himself about to start purring when Dean starts scrubbing his back, it’s always been so sensitive, especially the part just above his shoulder blades. When Dean touches him there with his hand to hold him steady, he drops his head down and feels his body flood with a feeling of yes, anything, everything, whatever you ask me for. Dean sees his brother drop his head submissively when he touches him in that one place and feels a weight land in his belly when he realizes he’d give me anything. They both can’t wait to put on the old robes to hide how much they are responding to each other right now.
“Here are your robes, kind sirs.” Gjuki hands them over, without further comment about their aroused state, the air crackling with everything left unsaid and undone between them.
Sam watches as Dean’s head appears through the neck of the robe, his wet hair ruffled, a little water still trapped in his eyebrows, he leans over and brushes it off gently with one thumb, holding Dean’s face still with his large hand. Dean looks up at him with wide eyes filled with a dawning awareness, he shakes Sam’s hand off, trying to look annoyed like he knows he should be. Sam just fondly half smiles at him, knowing now that it’s all a show.
“Old red wool looks good on you Sammy.” Dean says gruffly.
“Thanks Dean, you too.” Sam answers, entirely too pleased with this compliment.
“We are ready now gentlemen please take your places on either side of the table. Sam Winchester you will hold this wand and touch this clock.” Gjuki hands him the deep purple wand and indicates the triangular clock. “Dean Winchester these are for you.” Gjuki points at the other wand and clock. They both nod silently and hold the wands more firmly in their right hands just like they’d practiced earlier. Sam’s phone is on the table with the clock counting down to midnight, they both watch raptly as the numbers tick down and sync their breathing unconsciously. Gjuki stands still as a statue between them holding the silver pentacle plate, eyes wide with equal amounts of hope and fear.
11:59:55, 56, 57, 58, 59, the clock turns to 12:00:00, Sam and Dean in perfect unison touch the clocks at the same moment. A blinding flash of blue-green energy blasts out from the pentacle plate that Gjuki barely manages to keep hold of. The wash of energy disappears immediately leaving them all feeling a bit windblown and shaken.
“Was that it? Did it work?” asks Dean excitedly.
“Yes Dean Winchester, I am freed!” Gjuki yells with happiness, leaping up and down, spinning around with the plate held high over his head.
“We did it Dean!” Sam hoots with joy, gathering Dean up in a giant hug of relief. Dean hugs him back hard, and then looks up into Sam’s face which has a smile he’s never seen before, he matches it in an instant. Sam looks confused momentarily but then relaxes when Dean’s eyes crinkle at the corners.
“Course we did Sam. We’re awesome!” Dean yells in his face still holding him close.
Gjuki bows deeply, “I will never be able to express my deep gratitude for what you have done for me.”
“You are most welcome Gjuki. We were happy to be able to help you” Sam lets go of Dean, and returns the bow.
“Yeah, you’re a cool dude, Gjuki, you deserve to be free.” Dean bows quickly.
They get dressed quickly, trying not to notice the state of each other’s arousal (still there for both of them, which is uncomfortable when putting their jeans back on). When they’re clothed and have their boots on they go into their bedroom and gather up their stuff, not feeling right about spending another night, even though Gjuki’s been such a great host. Dean takes the sleeping bags and the lamp while Sam grabs their duffels. All gets stowed in the Impala’s trunk, and they’re ready to take off once again.
“Please, before you go, I must give you something to attempt to convey my thanks. These rings will give you protection from all the other Fae.” His eyes twinkle as he places a fancy engraved silver and gold band on each of their left hand ring fingers. Sam and Dean look at their hands and then at each other, both surprised, but pleased by the gift from their friend.
“Thank you Gjuki, they’re really beautiful.” Sam says.
“Yeah, thanks, we can use all the help we can get.” Dean says.
“It is I who owe you thanks I can never repay. You are most welcome, I cannot think of a couple who deserves them more.” Gjuki is giggling to himself on the inside, because these rings can’t be worn by just any person, they must be worn by a committed couple. They’ll actually harm couples that aren’t deeply in love. He doesn’t bother to tell them that though, they don’t need to know that specific detail for the rings to work.
He waves to them from the driveway as they roar off in a cloud of dust, the Impala twinkling in the starlight.
Gjuki is so grateful for being freed that he also dug though his treasure stash to gift the Winchesters with some other things that he thought they needed even more than the talisman to find Eve or even the rings. He hides these three treasures in their car, one in each of their duffel bags, and one tucked into the trunk of the Impala. They aren’t worth as much as the gems in their pockets, but what they will do for his favorite warriors will be worth more than anything. He’s looking forward to watching to see if the sparks he predicts really will fly or not.
“It’s not working Sam, this isn’t fair.” Dean complains, shaking the golden globe until something starts rattling inside.
“Don’t break it! Stop! Give me the note. It says that it’ll give you your heart’s desire anywhere in the world.” Sam grabs at the note that was on the globe when Dean had opened the package.
“Yeah right, guess not.” Dean says, more than a little bummed that it didn’t work as advertised.
“Hey, was this on here before? Did you make your wish yet?” Sam points to a red jewel that’s on the Eastern coast of North America, right around Rhode Island where they still are. They didn’t get far from Gjuki’s house, finding a motel just outside of Wickford, the tension in the car too much of a thing to make it possible to keep driving.
“No, it was just all gold with the world map on it, like any regular globe. Is that marking where we are or something? Yeah I made my wish, but I still think it doesn’t work. So open yours up, I wanna see what Gjuki gave you.” Dean insists, sitting on the edge of his bed.
Sam opens his smaller, wider package, wrapped in the same old brown paper and twine, “What are you gonna wish for Sammy?” Dean teases when he sees that Sam’s gift is a brass Aladdin’s lamp.
“That’s not what this is for according to the note. Says it will reveal whatever is hidden. Man, I think you got the better gift.” Sam complains.
“Lemme see it.” Dean grabs for the brass lamp and it slips out of Sam’s hands and pours itself out all over Dean’s jeans.
“Oh crap, I’m sorry, you okay?” Sam asks, worried that the oil is something that might harm his brother.
“Whatever, it’ll wash off. Hope it’s not all wasted. Who knows when we’ll need to, what was it? Reveal a hidden truth.”
“Uh, I guess it is working. Look.” Sam’s eyes have gone wide and he’s pointing at where the oil landed on Dean’s legs.
“What do you mean? Oh.” Dean stops talking as soon as he looks down to where the oil from the lamp has spilled. His jeans have dissolved from the top of his thighs down and there’s a dark purple script written all over his legs.
“Does it hurt or anything?” Sam asks, concerned that his brother’s been hurt once again.
“No, doesn’t hurt not at all, but I’m bummed, I liked those jeans.” Dean says, rubbing his hands back and forth on his now bare legs over the strange writing.
“So it’s not acid, but it dissolved your jeans somehow, how weird. So what’s it say?” Sam asks full of curiosity.
“I can’t read it; it’s all upside down for me.” Dean says, hoping whatever the hell it is, it all disappears soon and brings his damn jeans back.
Sam turns him towards the light of the bedside lamp and crouches down in front of him, looking closely at what’s now written on Dean’s skin in a beautiful flowing purple script. “Uh, I think that’s ‘cause I’m supposed to be the one reading it.”
“Sam, what’s it say?” Dean tries to turn himself around to be able to read it, now worried based on how strangely Sam’s acting.
“God, hold still wouldja!” Sam orders, grabbing hold of Dean’s hips to hold him so that he can keep reading in the light.
“Sam?” Dean asks again, Sam’s been quiet for so long now, looking down at the top of his head.
“Uh, it says the truth about what you feel about me.” Sam answers quietly, not sure how his brother will react.
“No way!” Dean protests.
“What? You want me to read it to you out loud?” Sam asks, knowing that Dean really won’t want that.
“Sure, I guess. I’m sure it’s all wrong anyways.” Dean says uncertainly.
Sam’s blushing bright red by now, “The first line says: Dean has always loved you, but he loves you as more than a brother. He wants to be your lover too. This is a long-standing wish of his, for you to return his feelings.”
“You don’t need to read anymore, I uh, kinda know the rest.” Dean mumbles, more embarrassed than he’s ever been in his life.
“Well I don’t and who knows if you’ll ever tell me all this. Let me keep reading. Please.” Sam looks up to see his brother’s stricken face, he looks wrecked, like he’s about to come apart at the seams any second. “Dean, it’s okay, I swear. I just wanna finish, okay?” Sam says, holding him still as he attempts to twist away, trying to stop Dean’s impending freak out before it gets going.
“Alright, just hurry up, okay?” Dean shifts from foot to foot nervously, worried beyond anything he’s felt before, that this will be the last straw for Sam, he’ll leave and never look back, his stomach sinks lower and lower the longer Sam keeps reading. He finally dares to look down just as Sam finishes and turns his face up. Their eyes meet, and Sam’s are not shocked or disgusted as he expected to see; but soft and full of what might be love. Dean has no idea since no one’s ever looked at him like this before.
“Sammy?” Dean finally asks breaking the silent spell between them.
Sam shakes his head as if coming out of a trance, breaks into a huge smile and hugs Dean tightly around the waist, burying his face somewhere around Dean’s navel. He looks up again, “Yes, me too, to all of it Dean.”
It’s a good thing Sam is holding him up right now, because you could knock Dean over with a feather. Instead of falling he sits down abruptly on the bed, Sam now between his knees looking up at him with concern. “Isn’t that what you wanted Dean?”
“Yeah, it is. I’m just. Well, surprised is all.” Dean answers in a harsh whisper.
Sam puts his hands on Dean’s knees, “I am too. Really surprised. But happy too, aren’t you?”
Thinking about how long he’s wanted Sam to know how he feels, how long he’s waited to hear what Sam’s just told him, Dean nods his head and smiles weakly, “Really happy.”
Sam pushes on Dean’s knees to stand up, his hands falling onto his shoulders, “You gonna be okay?”
Dean leans into Sam’s touch, his skin vibrating where Sam’s finger has grazed. He nods again.
“I think your globe is working just fine isn’t it Dean?” Sam says softly.
Dean meets Sam’s eyes finally, getting his meaning. “Yeah, I guess it works after all, how about that?”
“Think these are one-time use things, or will they work again?” Sam asks as he pulls Dean up to stand within the circle of his arms.
“Don’t know, but my wish won’t be changing any time soon.” Dean answers, looking up the small distance between them, focusing intently on Sam’s eyes which are saying yes of course and then on his lips that are saying yes right now please.
Sam leans down that little bit more and brushes his lips against Dean’s for the first time since he was a little kid, maybe just a little older than a toddler. The sparking connection they’d felt during the ritual bath earlier this evening reignites immediately just upon this slight contact. There isn’t much either of them can do than fall into each other, noticing it all in slow motion. Dean’s lips there in that spot behind Sam’s ear. Sam’s teeth biting into the side of Dean’s neck there. They find their way back to each other’s lips, Sam swiping his tongue back and forth insistently, Dean opens slightly and Sam plunges in taking advantage of the opening. Savoring the taste of his brother, learning that yes he does like deep passionate kisses almost as much as the small brushing electric ones.
Sam tries to get Dean to lay down on the bed behind him, but he resists, standing strong against Sam’s pushing weight. Finally he breaks off from their kiss to breathlessly say, “Stop, just, stop.” Sam groans in response, not understanding why Dean wants to stop, he wants more, he wants it now, he wants it all, everything that was promised in that kiss.
“I’ve gotta, uh go, I’ll be back.” Dean pulls away from Sam’s grasping arms, scoops up his keys and jacket and flies out the door with a slam. Not an angry slam, but a hurry-something-terrifying-is-chasing-me slam.
Flopping down onto the bed bonelessly, Sam lies there staring at the stained popcorn ceiling, hopelessly turned on, completely confused and worried that Dean’s either going to say no or he’s not coming back. Sam laughs to himself, because that’s all he can do, laugh at the situation, it’s not up to him, his complicated, stubborn brother is going to have to work this out on his own. He also laughs because he realizes that Dean’s out there in the cold in basically short-shorts, the dissolved jeans being not quite long enough to cover his boxers, so at least he won’t be gone for long. After a while, he hears some noises outside their room and goes out to investigate.
Dean’s bent over the Impala’s open trunk, rummaging around noisily and muttering out-loud to himself, “How am I supposed to know if my wish made him do this, not fair.”
“Dean, what’s up?” Sam asks.
Dean jumps, surprised, hitting his head on the edge of the Impala trunk lid. “Damn, what’re ya sneaking up on me for?”
Sam can see that Dean’s holding something, another brown paper wrapped package, he points at it, “Something else from Gjuki?”
“Look like it, says it’s for both of us.”
“Well open it up already, what are you waiting for?”
Dean undoes the wrapping and the note on the wooden box flutters down to the pavement. Sam grabs the paper just as Dean’s reaching for it, smiling smugly, “All it says is: This will help you decide what is right.”
Opening the box, Dean and Sam can see a small golden scale nestled in a carved out velvet purple pillow. Engraved on the base of the scale are some small Latin words in a fancy script. Sam says, “I can read Libra Iustiitae, which means scale of justice.”
Dean doesn’t say anything, just a small “hmmm”.
“Let’s bring it inside and check it out in the light. That is, if you’re okay being in the same room with me.” Sam teases lightly.
“Shut up Sam.” Dean grabs the box and slams the trunk lid, stomping back into the room. Sam follows him in, shaking his head at his brother’s predictable reaction.
They sit down at the small table, and under the brighter light on the table, Sam can examine it more thoroughly, finding some instructions that he translates quickly, “Basically it says: ‘If you are to decide between two courses of action, write each of the choices on a small but equal piece of parchment, place one parchment on each dish of the scale, the weightier one is the correct option.’”
“Well obviously we have to try this out.” Dean says, taking the scale from Sam and placing it gently on the table between them.
Sam touches one of the swinging gold plates with a finger and looks up at Dean, “I think we should try it on something important in case it only works once.”
“What’s the biggest question on your mind right now Sam?” Dean asks with a grin that says he of course knows exactly what Sam is thinking.
“Guessing it’s the same one on yours Dean.” Sam says, grinning right back at his idiot brother.
Sam reaches for his notebook without another word, writing down two phrases, showing them to Dean who nods wordlessly, lips in a tight line, eyes wide with hope and fear. Sam places the two equal-sized pieces of paper on the hanging golden dishes of the scale and sits back in his chair. They both watch as one side slowly moves down, bottoming out with a metallic clang. Dean reaches over to take off the paper that the scale has chosen and unfolds it. It reads: Dean+Sam=Yes.
“Well who am I to argue with the Scale of Justice, Sammy?”
“Exactly. What were you even worried about anyways?”
Dean grabs the back of his neck with one hand, ducking his head, “Beyond the whole thing about you being my little brother?” Dean laughs sarcastically, Sam laughs sympathetically and then gives him a look that Dean knows means he better say what he was really going to answer, “I was worried that my wish with the globe made you want to be with me, instead of you wanting it on your own.”
“Didn’t you hear what I said when I read your truth written on your legs?” Sam asks.
“I guess so.” Dean admits.
“Did you not believe it or something? Because everything that I read on your skin I agreed with and I told you that. I meant it Dean, I really did.”
“I know you did, but that was after I made the wish Sam. It’s just hard to accept all at once like this. It’s been a long time you know?”
“Yeah, believe me I know, think I was thirteen when I knew it.” Sam admits, looking down at his hands in his lap.
Dean reaches out to Sam, brushing his hand on one wrist gently to get his attention. “That long Sammy?” He asks quietly.
“At least.” Sam says with a sigh, relieved to finally be admitting it.
“Me too.” Dean agrees with a surprised smile.
“So that enough for you Dean?”
“Enough of a wait?” Sam asks with a crooked smile, trying not to hold his breath.
“Definitely.” Dean stands and holds his hand out to help Sam up. Sam takes it and rises, stepping in close to Dean. Dean skims his hands up Sam’s sides to his neck and pulls him down for a kiss. Sam goes willingly and expresses his pleasure by running his hands down Dean’s back to grip his firm ass, pulling them in close. The both gasp into the other’s mouth as their groins collide, the sudden heat, friction and pressure of the slow grind that they begin almost too much to bear.
Sam undoes the remnants of Dean’s jeans without missing a beat keeping the kiss going strong, Dean doesn’t even realize it until he’s swaying there with his jeans and boxers twisted and stuck around his ankles. Taking over the initiative Sam guides him to sit back on the bed and sinks to his knees between Dean’s legs, running his hands up past all the words of truth and love and devotion up to Dean’s inner thighs which he pushes apart as far as Dean’s trapped feet will allow. Sam kisses his way from Dean’s clenched belly down to the soft fold where his leg meets his groin, stopping to suck in a dark mark of ownership just on the edge of the scratchy curls.
Dean groans as he feels his own skin give up and accept Sam’s mark right where it belongs. Sam lies there breathing out with hot wet breath on the whole length of Dean’s hardened cock, breathing in the musky scent of Dean that he’d always imagined, savoring it, this first time. Dean puts his hand on Sam’s hair, sensing his brother’s hesitation, but not wanting to say anything to interrupt. Sam looks up at him then, eyes filled with a wild need and want, beyond anything Dean’s ever seen before on a lover’s face. They smile at each other, brother mind-reading skill coming in handy right now, yes they both want this, and they both need it, now. There’s no longer any reason to stop or hold back now.
Sam moves back over Dean’s lap and licks up the entire length of Dean’s cock, from the base to the tip and back again; the taste of Dean’s skin, salty with its own spicy flavor inflames him even further. The sounds that Dean makes only encourage him to really go for it. He goes a little nuts then, licking Dean wantonly, getting him so wet all over until he can’t hold back any longer, and engulfs him entirely in his mouth. Dean hits the back of Sam’s throat, feeling the tightness and constriction around his tip makes him groan out Sam’s name. Sam smiles at hearing that and laughs.
The vibration from the laugh makes everything feel even better and Dean’s mouth has come unhinged, everything pouring forth, all the words still written on his skin, with more porno dialogue thrown in since Sam is giving him the blow job of his life. He’s never had one from a man before, hell he’s never had his brother’s mouth on him before and he just doesn’t care if Sam hears him. Sam begins playing with Dean’s balls as he continues sucking him for all he’s worth, he squeezes and rolls them gently, letting his fingers skate a little lower towards the edge of Dean’s hole.
Dean reacts like lightning has struck him seizing up and then shaking like he’s falling apart. Sam wets his first two fingers by putting them in his own mouth along with Dean’s cock. He brings them back down to Dean’s hole and presses in gently with just the first one. Dean tightens up and then relaxes when Sam does something extra with his tongue under the head of Dean’s cock. He’s relaxed enough then so that Sam can push the second finger in, twisting them in a rhythm that goes with the cock sucking motion. Dean’s pushing himself onto Sam’s fingers and then into Sam’s mouth back and forth until he feels like he’s getting pulled apart and pushed together into something altogether new. He pulls on Sam’s hair frantically trying to get him to pull off, but Sam, the stubborn bastard just sucks that much harder which puts Dean right over the edge, yelling Sam’s name out along with way too many obscenities and endearments for anyone to keep track of.
Sam swallows it all greedily and spends as long as Dean lets him cleaning him up until nothing remains. He’s still got his fingers in Dean’s ass, and starts scissoring them widely back and forth, drooling onto them when he pulls them out, adding a third, getting Dean good and opened up while he’s still boneless and loose from that wrecking ball orgasm.
“Sammy, are you going to?” Dean asks as Sam removes his fingers, leaving him feeling so empty and open, wanting to be filled with Sam as soon as he can.
“Yeah Dean, I am, gonna fuck you now.” Sam answers firmly, working on getting Dean’s boots and jeans the rest of the way off, as well as his own.
“Stuff’s in my bag, side pocket.”
“So prepared big brother, ready for anything.”
“Ready for you. Right now Sam, come on please.”
Sam comes back to the bed, throws down lube and condom next to Dean and makes a show out of taking off his shirt. Dean looks at him appreciatively and thrusts his hips up at him helplessly. “Sam, stop fooling around, get in me.”
“So demanding. Knew you’d be bossy like this.” Sam knees up onto the bed between Dean’s spread legs, rolls the condom on quickly as Dean watches him with hungry needy eyes. Sam slicks himself up with lube and puts his slick fingers back into Dean, playing with his hole, seeing how much he can take.
“You love it.” Dean gasps out. Sam moves Dean’s legs up, almost folding him in half.
“Yeah, yeah I do.” Sam says as he pushes his way in, inch by inch into Dean. They both stop talking or breathing or moving when he’s all the way in as far as possible; they’re just looking at each other in amazement tinged with lust and desperation. Sam feels it when Dean is ready for him to move, when his inner walls start flexing instead of being rigid, it feels like a hand milking him, pulling and tugging and squeezing all along his whole cock all at once. There’s nothing like this, being surrounded by Dean, in Dean, as close as he can ever get. And it’s not just anyone, it’s Dean, who he’s wanted his whole life, never wanted anyone else like this, always wished it was Dean whenever he fucked someone, and now finally it is, its Dean, just Dean .
Now it’s Sam’s turn to let loose as he fucks into Dean slow and deep, pulling him up onto his lap to get the angle right to bring Dean the most unexpected pleasure. His shout of surprise the first time Sam hits his prostate makes Sam laugh with delight. It’s a huge turn-on to bring his brother this much pleasure when he’s clearly never experienced it before.
“Dean, love you, I do. Now that I know the truth, I’m going to tell you all the time. I’m never going to stop.”
“As long as you keep fucking me like this I don’t care what the hell you say Sammy, c’mon give it to me, all of it.”
Sam takes the big brother challenge that’s just been laid down, there’s no way he’s going to not take this chance to make it as good as possible for their first time. First time together. The first of their lives. “All the rest of our lives Dean, we get this, we get to have this.” Sam pants out as he thrusts into Dean. The thought of that excites him so much he can’t help speeding up, going even harder and Dean grunts in surprise and then groans with pleasure as the angle is suddenly just right again.
Sam reaches down to stroke Dean’s cock back to full hardness, pulling and tugging as he fucks into Dean just right. “Gonna make you come again Dean, come with me, c’mon, now Dean, let it go for me.” Dean clenches down hard all over squeezing impossibly tight on Sam’s cock, almost stopping him, but somehow pulling him deeper as he lets go, come splattering his belly . Sam doesn’t need long after that, moving a now really boneless Dean wherever he wants him, just a few more strokes then he’s letting go himself too, coming deep inside Dean, filling up the condom, hot and pulsing.
Sam moves so Dean can put his legs down, pulling out gently, and taking care of the condom as quickly as he can. Dean’s completely done-in, sated and sprawled, taking up most of the bed. Sam gets up to get a warm washcloth and comes back to gently clean off his brother. Dean smiles up at him sleepily, enjoying being taken care of. He doesn’t protest as Sam gathers him up in his arms moving him around so he can spoon in behind him, tucking them both under the covers.
“You good Dean?” Sam asks.
“No.” Dean pauses, for almost too long. “Something more than just good, can’t decide on which word to use.”
“Love you Dean.” Sam whispers in his ear.
“Yeah I know.” Dean admits with a happy sigh.
Sometime later during the night, Sam gets awoken by a very insistent Dean “Wake up princess,‘s my turn now, c’mon roll over.” Sam is completely onboard with that, loving every second of Dean’s slow, thorough exploration, secretly thrilled that he really knows now that Dean wants this as much as he does.
Neither of them hears Gjuki’s satisfied chuckle when he peeks in on them during the night. Seeing the two warrior brothers wrapped up so tightly around each other he can’t tell where Sam starts and Dean begins. He knows he gave them the right gifts, that he’s paid his debt to them for his freedom. Digging into his pocket, he leaves another handful of gems and gold jewelry on the table and disappears through the heating vent just as he came in.
The first thing Sam notices the next morning is that his left hand feels different than it usually does, then he notices that the rest of him does too. He smiles to himself remembering all that went on the night before and turns his head and is pleased to see Dean still asleep in the bed, snuggled up right next to him. But his hand feels different because there’s something on his ring finger that he’s not used to; it’s the ring that Gjuki gave him. He looks at it and smiles, loving the idea that Dean has one too. Something niggles at him that he ought to research these rings, make sure they’re okay.
“What’re you smilin’ at this early in the mornin’?” Dean asks in a sleepy rough voice.
Sam turns on his side and puts his left hand with Dean’s, making their rings clink together, the sound making him smile again, “I was just thinking about these rings.”
“I like that we have them too.” Dean says agreeing with what Sam isn’t saying. He’s just as pleased as Sam is that they now wear matching rings, even if they weren’t from each other. “Just as long as they’re not like the Rings of Power; since these rings we’re wearing were probably made by elves just like they were. I don’t want to find out later that Gjuki has The One Ring to control us and we have to try and find Mount Doom or something. I mean, yeah I have my Sam all ready to go, but we’re missing a Gandalf.”
Sam laughs out loud at his brother referencing Lord of the Rings so thoroughly and correctly, “God, I love that you know that stuff Dean.”
Dean looks mock-affronted, “its self-defense, since I’m involved with such a geek boy like you.”
“Involved with?” Sam asks, not sure if he should be worried about the word Dean chose to describe them.
“Yeah, I don’t really know what to call it yet do you?”
Sam thinks about it for a long moment and then his face turns serious and earnest, “Dean we both know that there isn’t a single word that describes what we are to each other. I could sit here and list them all off one by one. And shut up, I know you think them too because they were written on your skin last night. I don’t want to narrow it down to one word, ‘cause you’re everything, and that sounds dumb I know, but it’s true.”
“Not dumb, not at all Sammy. Definitely a big ol’ girl, but not dumb.” Dean grins and leans in to kiss Sam and communicate his agreement the way he prefers, wordlessly.
Whenever they pull out the globe the red gem has moved to wherever they’re currently staying. Sam’s threatened to use his remaining oil on Dean several times over the years, but has never gone through with it; usually Dean gives in and tells him the truth, no matter how hard it is for him. It’s something he’s learned over their long years together. Sam needs to hear the words out loud sometimes. So yeah, when he has to, and even sometimes before Sam asks, Dean will tell him again exactly what the words written on his body had said.