Date: Sun, 27 Dec 2009 02:09:55 -0800 (PST)
From: phantomwilliams@gmail.com
Subject: Supernatural Brothers: Part 4

Supernatural and all characters related are copyrighted Warner Brothers
Studios. Supernatural is owned by the CW network. I do not own the
characters involved. This story is for people over 18 and therefore if you
are underage, it is probably illegal that you read this.

Supernatural 4

The pain was excruciating. Dean felt like his penis was ready to fall off
from too much use. It was a sensation he'd never felt before. The movement
was perfunctory by now: in, out, in, out. There was no joy in fucking Sam
as there was too much pain to focus on anything else.

It was a strange feeling. Despite the pain there was the idea, always most
important, that they had to continue to have sex and the problem was that
they couldn't get past that idea.

They had been having sex for about six hours continuously. They were both
beyond exhausted.

Sam had cramps in his legs, ass, back...Pretty much anywhere you can get a
cramp. Dean's testicles were hurting from continuously slapping against
Sam's ass and his penis, as before mentioned was... over worked.

Dean was now laying fully on top of Sam, and only moving his hips back and
forth, always back and forth, always in and out. Sam had his arms around
Dean and was holding him close, moaning despite the loss of feeling in his
asshole.



Castiel was sitting inside a sort of worn down coffee shop on the main road
leading to the city of Mountain Grove. He had a small cup of coffee in
front of him and three packets of sugar lined up perfectly with the side of
the table so that they were parallel with each other and the table.

By this time he had pin pointed all the possible places Meg would go,
scanning thoroughly every corner and alleyway, graveyard and abandoned
house. He now knew the small town like the back of his hand. He also knew
that it should take about five hours to get from Ada to there.

He looked at the clock on the wall. They were about seven hours
late. Something was wrong. There was no way that it would take Dean that
much time to get there with his driving.

Castiel suddenly stood up, making his mind about something. He placed a
five dollar bill on the table, much more than the coffee was worth and was
gone before the waitress turned around.

The cheap motel room Sam and Dean had stayed in was still occupied. Castiel
was annoyed. He told them that he wanted them to get the lay of the city
before Meg arrived. They disobeyed as usual. Castiel teleported inside, his
anger boiling inside him. They were probably having sex again.

"What are you two..." Castiel cut off as he heard a woman scream and cover
herself. At first impression Castiel thought that either Sam or Dean was
with the woman, but then a quite heavy set truck driver slid out from under
the woman.

"What the fuck? How the hell did you get in here?"

"I'm sorry, I didn't realize..." It was hard to think with the woman
screaming in the background. It didn't help that she was naked and a cheap
prostitute all wrapped into one lovely package.

Castiel fumbled with the door lock and finally got outside, slamming the
door behind him. He could hear the woman screaming "fucking pervert" after
him as if she was this high class lady who had never been seen naked by any
man other than her husband. Which by the way was not the dirty, overweight
truck driver.

He stood grasping the door handle for a couple seconds. They could be
anywhere from there to Mountain Grove. Castiel was silently panicking. He
could only think of one thing to do. He teleported once again, accidentally
ripping the door handle off as he went. The door creaked open and the woman
inside began her screaming again.

Castiel was now inside Chuck's house. The place was dark and cluttered,
with papers scattered everywhere.

"Chuck?"

"Coming!" The voice came from somewhere upstairs. Suddenly there was a
crash at the top of the stairs and books and papers started rolling down
the stairs. "Shit."

Chuck jumped over the books and came downstairs. He was wearing a white
wife-beater with a short sleeved shirt on top of it. He was just in his
briefs.

"I've been waiting for you." He was out of breath.

"So you know what happened?"

"To Sam?"

"And Dean. Yes."

"I thought Dean was with Ellen and Jo."

"What?"

"I don't know...Wait..." He started going back up the stairs and began
shuffling through the papers he'd dropped. He finally picked the right one
up.

"Here." He pointed at a sentence on the paper. "See, I clearly wrote: `Dean
joined his new girlfriend Jo and Ellen -her mother- on a case in
Wyoming. Sam was to go see Bobby and take a well earned break.' See it's
all right here."

"That's not what happened. I have no time to explain right now... Someone's
messing with us. Something's going on."

"Something big, I'm guessing." Chuck started scratching his head. His hair
just sort of went with the movement, sticking up in awkward places where it
shouldn't stick up. It looked like it hadn't been washed in a while. "No
one's messed with my visions before..."

"Selaphiel..."

"What? Who's that?"

"He is...was, an angel. He was one of the original archangels until he fell
from grace, years ago...There have been prophecies regarding his return but
we always set them aside as speaking of Lucifer himself. `And the Fallen
shall return one at a time, to reign destruction, pain, confusion, and
ultimately the Apocalypse.'"

"So, how dangerous is this guy? How do you know he's the one who's doing
this?"

"I don't know. I've heard stories, whispers from demons and angels saying
that he's fallen from the graces of God for different reasons as
Lucifer. He's said to never have made it into Hell. And as for how I know
it's him...I heard it from Anna."

"Anna?"

"Yes. The human who could hear the angels." Castiel thought for several
seconds, remembering how he'd treated the woman before. He regretted his
former self intensely. "Well, apparently she still can. And she's heard the
other angels speak of him. They are spooked at the very least. They don't
need another problem at this point. The Winchesters are proving to be
enough of a problem."

There was a pause again. Then Castiel spoke again. "Thank you Chuck, but I
must leave now. Try to stay out of trouble."

"I'm sorry I couldn't be of any help..." The angel was gone and Chuck was
left with his papers. He stooped back down on the stairs and began picking
them up. He sighed.

Castiel teleported in a forest that had become very familiar to him by this
time. He'd visited many times within the past month and by the looks of it
he would be keeping up the tradition. He stepped over a solid white line
that was at his feet. The place he was going to now was surprise-proof, so
to speak. The person inside could see him coming long before he got to her.

By this time the night had completely come. Castiel was beginning to
panic. He didn't know if he was on a time crunch or if the brothers were in
any immediate peril. He needed answers and he needed them soon.

Castiel got to the lone cabin within half an hour, and he was getting
frustrated. He made note of how much easier it was to find in the daylight,
despite his being there many times. Anna was already standing in the
doorway when he got there.

"You don't have much time." She had been waiting for several minutes. "I
thought you'd get here sooner."

"Where are they?"

"They haven't gotten far. The angels are always talking about them, as if
they want me to hear. I think it's all very suspicious."

"Where are they?"

"They're right outside the city. They're car ran off the road just before
the river. If you follow the tracks you'll find them soon enough."

"Thank you." Castiel turned on his heel and began his journey back to the
outskirts of the perimeter.

"Castiel. The angels have been talking about Meg a lot too. They shouldn't
go to her. This...stalling was done for a reason. I don't think it was
meant to be an act of evil."

"Thank you." Castiel stepped into the forest and in minutes he was at the
border. He teleported immediately.



He found the tire marks in the dirt right off the road. It wasn't very
difficult despite the little lighting. Castiel had begun to calm down after
hearing what Anna said about this being only a hindrance. He actually
smiled when he saw the faint traces of pink fluffy gas inside the car and
the steamed up windows. He opened the driver's door and poked his head
inside.

Both the boys were still naked. Dean was still inside Sam, but had fallen a
sleep (what looked like hours ago) on top of Sam. He was snoring. Sam had
his legs around Dean's body and his arms lay limply on top of him. He was
breathing deeply, also asleep. Castiel stopped for a minute and just stared
at the two of them laying on top of each other, Dean's ass jerking once in
a while, in a vague desire to further penetrate. Castiel shook his head
thinking of how horny Dean always is. Even after the love spell was broken,
after he'd fucked Sam for hours at end, he still had the urge to have
sex...