Part 4: Better

"Ow! Shit! Would you watch what you're doing! Geez," Dean grit his teeth as Sam finished replacing the last few stitches that had ripped when he fell. Sam was good at this stuff usually, but that didn't mean it didn't sting.

"Stop complaining. You move too much," Sam replied roughly, face close to Dean's bare chest as he sewed, "And you're the one who had to go and pull these things. I'm almost done."

Dean grimaced all the way through to the last stitch. He hated that Sam made it sound like he had done this on purpose. "Yeah, coz I asked the evil teddy bear with fangs to attack me. Did you see the bite in my leg?" Dean gestured down to where Sasha had finished disinfecting and cleaning the bite and was now wrapping Dean's ankle in gauze.

There was a snicker from the doorway and Dean turned his head to glare at Jo. Ellen was on the other side of what they called the first aide room for when hunters came in injured. She had gladly offered up supplies and use of the room when Dean came limping down the stairs earlier, blood soaked through his pant leg and a few places on his T-shirt. At least the creature had bitten Dean in the opposite leg from the one Kubrick had grazed with a bullet not long ago.

Currently, Dean was kicked back on what had obviously been a dentist chair before it found its new home. It worked well enough to elevate his leg for Sasha and give Sam easy access to the stitches.

Blessedly, Sasha had finished with Dean's ankle and came up by Dean's head with his next dose of Vicodin and a glass of water. Dean took the lot gratefully. He was so fucking sore. He hated his luck the last few weeks. "Vacation, right?" he winked at Sasha as he downed the drugs.

"Be honest," Sasha smirked back, "Did you really expect anything less?"

Dean closed his eyes and sighed, enjoying Sam's gentler touch now as the younger Winchester placed clean bandages over Dean's wounds. "Nope. And isn't that wrong somehow? Don't we deserve a break from the nasty, bitey things in life? I'll take a haunting any day. Hell, I'd give another few stitches for that thing to have actually been a raccoon."

"What did you say it looked like?" Jo asked, walking a little further into the room.

"Like Gizmo on steroids," Dean grumbled. He didn't want to open his eyes again just yet. The dentist chair came complete with that annoyingly bright light and Sam had been using it to better see by.

"Gizmo?" Jo questioned, "Like Gremlins and Gremlins 2 Gizmo? Cute, fury Chinese creature that sings?"

"More like a gremlin and an ewok had a love child and it isn't happy about it," Dean said. He put a hand over his face and peaked through fingers at Sasha when the incubus laughed. "I'm serious. Doesn't make it any less scary or vicious. Did I mention the opposable thumbs?"

"Several times," said Sam.

"We thought you'd never shut up about it," chimed in Sasha.

Dean grimaced even though the brunt of the pain had finally started to subside. "Okay, you two need to stop tag-teaming me or we're going to have a problem."

"Tag-teaming you, huh?" echoed Jo, "There's an interesting mental picture."

Bright light be damned, Dean's eyes went wide with the horror of imagining that mental picture, against his will of course, and the next thing he knew Sam and Sasha were holding him down as he struggled to get out of the chair.

"It was just a joke," Jo said, rightfully wary.

That may be, but some of Dean's nightmares didn't make it seem in any way funny. "Can I at least throw something at her?" he grumbled at whichever of the men holding him down would listen, even while he was calming down and letting them still him. "Look," Dean said, softening his death glare at least a little towards Jo, "Whatever. Forget it. Can we concentrate on the baby Hellbeast upstairs?"

"Sorry for the trouble this has caused," said Ellen, having only too willingly stayed out of the conversation until now, "If it had been a raccoon I figured you could handle it. Seeing as how this place came with a few things extra besides needing renovation, I say we leave the thing be until morning. It hasn't attacked before, just now after being disturbed. So I'd be willing to bet it'll stay hid tonight. I'd rather we had a fresher start."

Dean wasn't too sure he liked that idea. He doubted he could sleep comfortably knowing that thing was scurrying about somewhere above his head.

Now that Dean was patched up though, he gladly accepted the clean shirt Sasha handed him and painstakingly pulled it over his head. It was like starting from square one when he was first walking around his hospital room. Dean really hated Evil Gizmo right now.

"Sam and I can finish the room we were painting," Sasha said to Ellen as he and Sam helped Dean out of the dentist chair, "Might as well so we're finished with it. It's not too late yet."

Sam nodded. "Sure. But you," he said pointedly to Dean, "are going to sit, rest, and do nothing. At least for the rest of tonight."

Dean almost grumbled that that was what he had hoped he would be doing on this damn vacation of theirs in the first place. He knew better than to throw anything back in Ellen's face though. Besides, if it had been a raccoon, he would have been able to handle it, shotgun wounds be damned.

As Sasha and Sam disappeared once again to the downstairs room they had been painting, Ellen went upstairs to the rooms she was working on and Jo led Dean to one of the other finished rooms—a lounge complete with comfy chairs and a TV. Dean was glad no one was forcing him to bed. He was tired but not sleepy; his adrenaline was still pumping too high for him to be sleepy.

"For the record, I really did think it looked like a raccoon when I saw it," Jo said, helping Dean situate himself in a cushier recliner, something Dean only allowed because he really was that sore, "And I can lay off with the aggravating you thing, you just make it so easy." Jo smirked, hands on her hips as she stood up straight again next to the chair.

"You really are the little sister I never wanted, you know that?" Dean said, but he was smirking now too, "Can you hand me the remote?"

Jo grabbed the TV remote from the too far away coffee table and plopped it into Dean's hand. "Don't get used to this now. Basic cable. With a dew extras," Jo said, "Might have ESPN."

Dean flicked the TV on and started surfing. "Not much of a sport's guy," Dean admitted. Hunting never left much time for that, especially when he was a kid and had to look after Sammy.

"I think we get Sci-Fi," Jo snarked.

But Dean had struck gold on Comedy Central. "I'm good," he said, basking in the genius of 'Airplane' as the stewardess with a guitar knocked the sick kid's IV out. Again. It was the one airplane related movie Dean liked and for obvious reasons.

Suddenly, Lloyd Bridges' character was upside down sniffing glue and Dean was jolting awake. Apparently he had been sleepier than he thought. The movie was almost over.

Dean's chest didn't hurt at all anymore save its usual dull ache, and when Dean put weight on his ankle as he got out of the chair, the expected sting didn't come. Praise Vicodin, Dean thought, even if it did make him a little queasy. Dean shut off the TV. He had to pee and he really wanted to know what the others were up to.

When Dean came out of the downstairs bathroom a few minutes later and wandered into the bar area, he saw Jo hovering by the jukebox pretending to dust or something equally implausible while actually peering into the nearby doorway. Dean looked around her as he approached and saw that the adjoining room was the one Sam and Sasha were painting. Both of them had at some point removed their shirts and were speckled in white and blue paint.

Dean had to smirk. "You are so busted," he whispered beside Jo's head, pleased that even in a weakened state he had been able to sneak up on her.

To her credit, Jo didn't even flinch. "I can't admire a job well done?" she said without turning. It was more than obvious that Jo wasn't talking about the act of painting.

Dean snorted, but any come back he might have been preparing fell from his lips as he got pulled into the scene too. Sam was only too happily forgotten since there was a clearer shot of Sasha from this vantage point anyway. Dean hummed unconsciously.

Bare chest, flecks of paint, the usual low-riding jeans that were snug in all the right places, and the peak of tattoo curling up from below Sasha's waistline. Dean could see the tribal wings too, painted over Sasha's shoulder blades.

Distantly, Jo's voice filtered into Dean's hearing, filled with humor. "Is it the tats or just that he wears his jeans that low?"

"Both," Dean said in a low voice, not thinking. Jo's snickering brought him back to reality though and he raised an eyebrow at her as she turned back to him. "You asked," Dean shrugged. He still felt weird about the whole thing but there was no point in being coy when everybody knew.

"Yeah," Jo nodded, "But the crazy thing is that you had an answer. So tell me," she said, grinning dangerously now and backing up a few steps to lean casually against the jukebox, "Have you slept with him yet?"

Okay, maybe Dean wasn't quite as comfortable with being open about all this as he thought, especially considering how his uncomfortable laugh poured out of him. "Uhh…what?" he managed, blaming the drugs again for how much his voice shook.

"So that's a yes," Jo nodded to herself, "Guess I gotta hand it to him, Sasha has to be good at what he does to get into the pants of a guy like you this quickly."

Dean's defensive shields rose instantly upon hearing that. "Okay, first," he said, still keeping his voice low to avoid alerting the pair in the other room, "If you think four months is quick then you don't know me. And if you think the only thing Sasha's after is a good meal, tasty as I'm sure I am, then you can just…" Dean trailed. Jo was smiling all self-satisfactorily again. Damn it. "You're bullshitting me, aren't you?"

"Again, you make it so easy," Jo smiled, "Besides, I gotta mess with you. If you didn't get all defensive about this stuff, I'd worry you didn't really care about him. Guess you do." Jo's humor-filled expression turned sincere and Dean realized that even though Jo and Sasha rarely saw each other, she was being the good girl friend to her potentially vulnerable guy friend. He kind of had to respect that.

"So what about you?" Dean said, since he also couldn't help being curious, "Any unresolved issues I need to know about between you two?"

Jo laughed a little, uncomfortably, Dean thought, maybe. Although maybe Dean was just imagining things. "I hesitate to even call us friends sometimes," Jo said, "Despite the sociable guy act, he keeps to himself most of the time and is so private that I hardly feel I know him at all."

"You know enough to know he's an incubus, which he doesn't know, by the way. And that didn't answer my question."

The smile on Jo's face was pure guarded confidence. "I foresee no love shapes in your future, Dean. Sasha and I have nothing…unresolved." Jo said that last word slowly, lingering on it like a tease. She was really too good at this.

"Wait," Dean said, realizing he still wasn't getting a straight answer, "Does that mean you had things resolved once? Coz I—"

"Hey, guys!" Jo called into the other room suddenly, successfully cutting off any further prodding from Dean, "How about I grab the lowly slaves some drinks? Requests?"

Dean gave Jo's smug smile a glare that promised all kinds of torture they both knew he would never carry out. Dean wondered though if he could justify pranking the huntress sometime and had to smirk at the thought. She'd never see it coming.

Jo slipped around Dean closer to the doorway as Sam and Sasha called back their grateful orders. It was one of the larger rooms they had been painting, another lounge or something Dean assumed, which was probably why Ellen hadn't gotten to it yet.

"Any kind of soda is fine," Sam said, "Thanks."

"Same," said Sasha, "But not diet. Thanks, Jo."

Sasha was finishing the last of the walls with dusty blue paint while Sam was on a ladder finishing a corner of the ceiling with white. Anyone else might not have noticed, but Dean had seen the incubus fatigued one too many times. Sasha blinked tiredly before returning to his wall, and even swayed a little on his feet.

Dean frowned. That couldn't be good. Was Sasha pushing himself too hard? Dean wasn't the only one in need of recovery, after all. It was just easier to forget when Sasha's visible wounds were gone.

"Dean," Jo said, a little impatiently, "I asked if you wanted anything."

"I'm…I'm fine," Dean said, focused too much on Sasha.

"Okay," Jo replied with some exasperation. Then she was gone and Dean went straight into the almost finished room, rustling the plastic tarp as he walked over it.

"It's all still a little wet, Dean," Sam called down, "Be careful."

Dean barely even acknowledged Sam as he passed him, heading straight for Sasha. The incubus turned back to Dean as he approached, smiling warmly, but Dean could see the strain in it. Why hadn't he noticed before?

Glad that the two painters were on opposite sides of the room, Dean kept his voice low anyway.

"Dude, you look about ready to keel over. What's up?"

"Huh? What do you mean? I'm fine."

Dean had grown too used to watching Sasha to buy that; he saw how the blue eyes widened before they became dismissive. "I thought we decided to grow out of lying to each other," Dean said evenly. He knew that particular way of putting it would award him a pained look, but at least he'd get closer to hearing the truth.

"I…I'm just tired," Sasha said, and he did look it, but Dean knew there was more to it than just that and he was pretty sure he knew what it was too.

"Sammy!" Dean called over his shoulder, "I'm borrowing this guy for awhile, okay?" Dean grabbed Sasha by the arm then, took the incubus' paintbrush and tossed it down into the tarp, and hauled Sasha out the nearest doorway into an empty hall.

Sam's amused reply of, "Didn't need to know that!" followed after them but Dean wasn't listening.

The sheer ease with which Dean forcibly moved Sasha proved how much something had to be wrong with him. Dean even managed to push Sasha up against the wall, staring accusingly into a surprised face who's blue eyes were just a little too dim. "Kubrick's stunt did more than just hurt you, didn't it? It drained you. Are you putting off feeding again because of me?" There, Dean had said it.

Sasha's guilty and anguished expression said it was the right guess too. How the incubus had managed to hide this for so long, Dean had no idea. "I…I'm sorry, I…I didn't think it was that serious," Sasha said, "It's not serious. Really."

"Really?" Dean echoed skeptically. He stepped into Sasha's space, a hair left between their bodies, and grazed the fingers of his right hand along the skin at the waistline of Sasha's jeans, all the way around to touch the dip in Sasha's lower back.

The incubus growled low in his throat, staring back hungrily at Dean as his eyes flickered red and then back to blue.

"Yeah," Dean said, pulling his hand away and taking a step back, "You're fine."

The lustful haze faded from Sasha's face, replaced by more guilt, more anguish, and fumbling, moving lips that couldn't seem to form words.

Dean formed some first. "Were you gonna say anything? Or just wait until you'd gotten so crazy we'd have to put you down."

That got a different reaction. Sasha's face twisted into a snarl, angry, which Dean decided was much better than grief. "Do you think I'd let it get that bad? Of course I wouldn't. I had it under control. Just being around you helps." Sasha's voice and expression softened again, but Dean didn't understand what the incubus meant. "It's not quite like being a kid when all you need to survive is affection," Sasha explained, "But it takes the edge off."

Oh. Dean understood then. Even now, just by being near Dean, Sasha's eyes looked brighter again. They had been apart for hours today, on and off, when before they had been pretty much joined at the hip. Was Dean's presence really that essential to the incubus? How much more affection did Dean offer Sasha compared to the others that cared for him, like Sam? Dean didn't want to think too hard on that just yet.

Besides, he couldn't let this slide, not what Sasha had done. It was dangerous. Stupid.

"I still don't get why you didn't tell me. I'm not broken. Or did you fail to notice the full range of motion? Still fully functional over here," Dean said with something of a smirk, even though saying it made his stomach do a few flips again.

The one reaction Dean did not expect to his words was for Sasha to grimace, but that's the reaction he got.

"What?" Dean pressed. He was fairly certain he was still attractive. More so even what with the being kicked while he was down thing recently, all hurt and vulnerable.

Sasha shook his head, seemingly trying to look anywhere but at Dean. "I hate that," he all but growled, enough that Dean almost took another step back, "I don't want…damn it. I don't want you feeling…obligated." Sasha said the words like a curse, as if he believed Dean thought of him like a chore or something. "Kind of takes the fun out of it, ya know?" Sasha added with a sour smile, eyes drawn finally to the floor.

Well that was just plain stupid, Dean thought, par for the course with this guy lately. "You think I feel obligated? Me? Dean Winchester? You do know who you're dealing with here, right? Coz besides the part where I'm a huge fan of sex," Dean pushed on before Sasha could say anything, "And I am. With good reason too, since I like to think I'm pretty good at it. I. Do not. Do anything out of obligation. Ever. Ask Sammy. I'm sure he'll tell you in detail."

"Dean," Sasha said in exasperation, "I know you're not half as comfortable with all this as you've been pretending. We've only been together once. I can feel your emotions, remember? There's still uncertainty there."

Dean couldn't deny that but he wouldn't just come out and admit it either. "If you hadn't noticed, I've been trying pretty damn hard over here to be okay with how crazy all this is. For you."

"For me," Sasha echoed with a sad smile, "I know. And you can't imagine how grateful I am, Dean. I never thought you'd look at me the way you do now. I just don't want anything to spoil this, that's all."

"Me either. Why do you think my subconscious got us a room together," Dean said lightly, "Coz yeah, half the time I'm still a little freaked, but I'm trying. Because I want to. Because, God only knows why, I like this. All of this. So will you stop being stupid, definitely stop sulking, and for fuck's sake, give me a break from the Lifetime movie of the week, huh? Sammy gets that. It's about time you did too."

The hodgepodge of emotions on Sasha's face melted to pure amusement, with maybe a little of that lust returning too. "No more Lifetime movie of the week," Sasha nodded, "So…should we shoot for something more in the higher up channels then?"

Dean gave a sideways grin. He knew what was on the higher up channels. "You know you're gonna have to be gentle with me, right? I'm all weak and defenseless." Dean waggled an eyebrow. It helped, being flirty in his more normal way like this. He liked the heated look it brought to Sasha's eyes too.

"So we call it a night after I'm done painting?" Sasha suggested.

"Get your ass back in there then," Dean said.

Sasha pushed from the wall but he didn't immediately head back into the room. First he dipped his head, a wide grin on his face, and brushed their lips together. No more than brushed though, so feathery light that it made Dean shiver. He forgot how much he missed that until a few days passed without it. Dean tried to lean into the kiss to deepen it, his tongue pleading for entrance with light flicks along Sasha's lips, when there was a sudden clicking noise and a contained giggle from down the hall.

Slowly, simultaneously, Dean and Sasha pulled their heads apart and turned towards those incriminating noises.

Not attempting to hide her treachery in the least, Jo stood a few yards away with her camera phone pointed in their direction. "You know," she said, "I could post this anywhere online and I'd probably get more hits than Wikipedia."

Wiki-what, Dean thought. He couldn't believe Jo had just done that. She was so dead. "Gimme that phone!" Dean called, uncaring to his wounds or fatigue as he broke into a run and chased a laughing Jo back into the bar area, "Damn it, Jo!" Dean gasped soon after. He had to stop before catching up with her, sore in too many places to ignore the pain for long.

There was no doubt in Dean's mind now; Jo would definitely pay for this tomorrow.

It wasn't more than a half an hour later that Sam and Sasha were both finished painting. They would let the room dry overnight and worry about the tarp in the morning. For now they were all exhausted.

Dean accepted Jo's compromise of not killing her if he got a look at the picture, though she refused to delete it. "Evidential proof," she had said. Dean did have to admit that the picture was pretty hot too, but it wouldn't stop him from plotting something of the huntress' demise later, even if she had been kind enough to forward the picture to his phone.

Sam and Sasha, both still shirtless and paint speckled, were enjoying another Jo offered drink before calling it good and heading up to bed. Jo had been organizing the liquor for some time, and it was believed that Ellen must have gone to bed since they hadn't seen any sign of her in awhile. With his companions all more or less occupied then, Dean made his way to the jukebox.

"You break it you…" Jo trailed, tilting her head, "Actually, Mom will just kill you. So have fun." Jo flashed Dean a smile before disappearing under the counter again, and continuing the conversation she had been having with Sam and Sasha.

Dean resented the idea that he couldn't handle new age technology. He just wasn't very fond of it, or used it all that much aside from his own camera phone and the wonders of Google. Besides, it was a touch screen. He couldn't break it. Peering at the screen then, Dean considered his choices a moment before even attempted a search. He felt like something fun. Then it clicked. Just so long as this hunk of junk had the Blue Swede version and not just the B. J. Thomas or—God forbid—REO Speedwagon.

A grin spread over Dean's face as he found what he was looking for and clicked the song title, the familiar acapella part he loved so much sounding gloriously over the speakers.

From back at the bar, Dean heard Jo laugh. "Of course you'd like this version," she said.

"It's not 'Hooked on a Feeling' without the Ouga Chakas," Dean said in his defense, and then proceeded to bob his head to the music and sing along as the first verse began.

I can't stop this feeling
Deep inside of me.
Girl, you just don't realize
What you do to me.

Dean started advancing on the bar again towards Sam and Sasha's stools, both of whom looked variously amused, Sammy more so in the embarrassed of his older brother way of course. Dean continued bobbing his head and singing loudly, mock-dancing as well as best he could in his current state of injured.

When you hold me
In your arms so tight,
You let me know,
Everythings alright, ahahah

Sasha joined Dean as the song broke into its chorus.

I'm hooked on a feeling,
I'm high on believing,
That your in love with me.

Actually singing the lyrics reminded Dean of what those lyrics were and he almost tripped over the words singing the last of that. Sasha looked so genuinely happy though, and not because of any signals getting crossed but because Dean was getting them to goof around and finally, really relax. Dean decided to go with that and grabbed both brother and friend by the arms, almost causing Sam to drop his drink, and pulling them out onto the floor.

Sasha got the message and more than happily started moving his hips to the music and gesturing Dean closer. Dean didn't generally dance in front of people, but considering this particular crowd, he figured what the hell. Sam was more reluctant and looked unsurprisingly awkward until Jo came out from behind the bar and grabbed his hand.

All the good love, when we're all alone
Keep it up girl, yeah you turn me on.

Loosening up wasn't something Sam did anymore often than he danced, but Dean saw the genuine smile on Sam's face as he spun Jo around in a twirl. Sasha surprised Dean then as warm hands rested just at the side of Dean's hips and the incubus danced his own hips closer. Dean looked away from Sam and Jo to meet brilliant blue and he had to smile. They deserved to be ridiculous more often. All of them. And if none of the others were going to instigate things then Dean would always more than willingly pick up the slack.

A loud laugh broke free from Sasha and Dean realized his friend was looking over at Sam as Sasquach attempted to dance. Sasha's hands left Dean's hips and the redhead danced his way over to Sam then, getting between the taller Winchester and Jo and grabbing Sam's hips instead. Sam looked so startled, Dean had to laugh, watching as Sasha tried to get across to Sam that moving your hips and dancing to the beat should not look like you're having a spasm.

In turn, Jo and Dean danced their way over to each other, and Dean gave Jo a twirl just as Sam had. Soon, all of them were laughing as the chorus repeated yet again, Sam especially what with Sasha's attentions on him, and it wasn't really clear or important who was dancing with whom before long. At one point Dean even grabbed Sam's hand and spun him around, calling over the music, "You even twirl like a girl," to which Sam scowled and immediately spun Dean to twirl right into Sasha, who gladly caught him.

Dean was trying to decide if he wanted to go throw on another song, the music dimming as 'Hooked on a Feeling' faded out, when someone cleared their throat loudly from one of the doorways and all of them stopped.

Apparently, Ellen hadn't quite made it to bed quite yet, or maybe she had and had just been disturbed, because Dean was pretty sure she wasn't wearing a robe the last time he saw her. Oops.

Bed time was unanimously announced, along with plans to all get up early and hunt for Dean's creature feature before moving on to anything else. Heading up the stairs, Dean felt a little sore again, but he had been careful while dancing to avoid any further aggravation. He never just danced. He certainly had never danced anywhere near his brother other than to be annoying. It felt kind of good.

"You okay?" Sasha asked as they neared their room. It was across the hall from Sam's and the younger Winchester had already gone on ahead to take a shower before going to bed.

"Sure," Dean said, "Not too much strain just moving your hips."

Sasha grinned dangerously and suddenly had Dean backed up against their door. "Good. That's just what I wanted you to say."

A shiver jolted down Dean's body. Even his last dose of drugs for the night wouldn't put him to sleep just yet. They scrambled inside and as much as Dean knew how they both were pretty damn close to attacking each other, Dean also knew he had to be conscientious of his wounds. Sasha also wanted to take a shower to remove himself of sweat and remaining paint, so not much more than a few long, heated kisses passed between them before Sasha disappeared.

Dean was grateful each room had a bathroom, which often wasn't true of B & B's. Maybe Ellen had added some. She had mentioned working on the plumbing. Otherwise the rooms were fairly small, just enough for a queen sized bed, not a king, and a closet and dresser. Dean liked it though. Felt like he was staying in a real bedroom in a way and not just another random, endless stream of hotels.

It took Dean some time to remove himself of his shirt and jeans, leaving just his boxer briefs. He was glad his wounds had been recently treated so that he didn't have to clean them again tonight. None of his bandages had bled through since Sam reapplied them. Dean's ankle didn't feel too bad either, like maybe he had just been bitten by a raccoon after all and thankfully not a rabid one. Dean knew better, of course, but he didn't want to think about Evil Gizmo right now.

Dean had to admit he did feel a little groggy lying back on the bed, but then Sasha came out of the bathroom in a towel. Just a towel. The incubus' hair was wet too and it clung to his cheeks and forehead a little. Sasha looked flush from the hot water and his heated look fit on his face perfectly. Dean didn't even have time—or desire really—to protest before Sasha came straight for him on the bed just as he was, clad in only a towel.

Of course it was a very damp towel and Dean grabbed the spot where Sasha had folded it closed as the incubus leaned over him for a kiss. "Dude, you're all soggy," Dean managed around mouthfuls of Sasha, "Lemme help with that." Dean couldn't help put grin within their lip-locking as he tugged the corner of the towel free and tore it from Sasha to the floor. Dean had been looking forward to this. That within itself was kind of freaky, and Dean wasn't oblivious to that at all, but he just couldn't care, not when everything Sasha did to him, every kiss, every touch, felt so damn good.

Dean had been lying on top of the covers and Sasha was crouched over him now, a knee on either side of Dean's hips with telling heat that pressed against Dean's thigh and twitched as they kissed. Dean hated that their chests were so far apart though and he reached his arms around Sasha's back to pull the redhead down.

Thankfully, realization hit Dean before he could complete the act. "Damn it," Dean cursed.

"What?" Sasha asked.

Dean looked up into the blue eyes staring down at him, so bright, so beautiful. "I wanted to…" Dean ran his hands over Sasha's back and raised his hips a little to express what he meant.

A chuckle fell from Sasha's lips. "We can work around it," he said, touching a hand to Dean's chest gently and tracing his fingers over the bandages, "Besides, I have plans for you, Mr. Winchester. I want you to enjoy yourself. So lie back…and let me do all the work."

"That sounds kinda naughty," Dean said, his eagerness returning, "You're not going to tie me to the bed, are you?" Dean asked then. He had this weird thing about being bound. He didn't really like it. But he had always wondered what it might be like in a safer, sexual environment. It surprised him most days that he hadn't already tried it.

Sasha's grin widened. "We'll add that to the list. Just not tonight."

"List?" Dean parroted.

"All the things I want to do to you, Dean, just can't possibly happen in one night. But I'll get to them all eventually. You can count on it." Sasha sealed his promise with a sudden, deep kiss that pressed Dean's head back into the pillow. Dean thought maybe he felt the hint of fangs and it made a growl build in his throat for a change. Yeah, he was definitely a freak.

Once Sasha pulled from their kiss, he started a trail down Dean's jaw and down his neck where he worked his way back up again to Dean's ear and lapped slowly at the cartilage. Dean shivered. His ears had always been a sensitive spot. He didn't doubt Sasha would find all of them either.

Then Sasha kept going, back down Dean's neck to his collarbone, tracing a wet trail the way Dean remembered from one of his dreams when the images were still sweet. Unconsciously, Dean's chest lifted up towards Sasha in some vain attempt to get closer and Dean's wounds suddenly pressed hard against firm muscle. Dean instantly hissed and fell back flat to the bed.

"Don't do that then," Sasha said humorously.

"Like I can help it," Dean growled. He just wanted to be closer. He hated that there had to be a barrier between them.

"Don't worry, Dean. Just leave it to me," Sasha promised, and yeah, that sounded naughty, dirty really, and Dean loved it. Maybe being injured wasn't all that bad if he got this kind of attention.

Dean hissed again, this time because Sasha had almost viciously attacked a nipple but still held back just enough to make it that wonderful feeling right between pleasure and pain. Dean should have known Sasha would like it rough sometimes. It was kind of a given. And thank god, Dean thought, coz as much as he hated to give any credit to that first, horrible dream of his involving Sasha, he really did like it rough too.

After some time, Sasha continued his descent and Dean started to figure out where this would eventually lead. It made the heat pooling in his gut boil a little hotter. Sasha's lips, those soft, wonderful lips on Dean's skin was such a promising tease. They trailed down Dean's stomach to his hips, kissing, licking, nipping at the bone and obviously wanting to go lower if not for that other barrier.

"What are you, a goodfella?" Sasha teased, staring at the pattern of Dean's shorts.

Okay, Dean had to admit, they did kind of look like pinstriped boxers. They were just black with thin white stripes. Dean liked them. "Well if they bother you so much…" he said in a leading tone, smirking.

Sasha returned the smirk, his tongue darting out to lick at his lips. He had already tugged Dean's shorts down a little while he was toying around Dean's hips, but they really needed to go. Dean almost laughed at how Sasha had to lift the elastic band up over his erection, and then the shorts were down Dean's legs and gone, with Sasha's lips returning to where they had left off on Dean's hips.

The way Sasha kissed and nipped again further down to Dean's thighs, Dean couldn't' help bucking his hips a little. It was such a damn tease how close Sasha was when Dean obviously knew the intended plan. Sasha knew he knew too, because the incubus kept glancing up, looking all pleased with himself for putting Dean through this torture.

Of course that torture was nothing compared to what Sasha really had planned. Dean's eyes had been closed as Sasha took another playful bite at his inner thigh, but they sprang open very quickly when Dean felt a wet tongue start at the base of his cock and lick all the way up to the tip. Dean moaned. That was just evil.

Even more evil was how Sasha started trailing up Dean's body again instead of concentrating on the prize, kissing and nipping once more up Dean's stomach, to another nipple and then biting. Again, Dean hissed, but not just from the bite. As Sasha traveled further up Dean's body, Dean's cock in turn dragged along Sasha's chest, sending little tremors down to Dean's feet. Dean knew that every single part of this was planned, on purpose, and that just made him harder.

"You're evil…" Dean gasped as Sasha bit sharply into his neck right at the pulse point, sucking hard enough to leave a mark.

"You love it," Sasha whispered back when he pulled away.

"You're also a tease."

"Ah, but I deliver, so you can't really complain."

Dean thought about that. "True. But I'll sure as hell start complaining if you don't get back to it." Dean lifted his hips a little to stress his point and his erection brushed past Sasha's, the brief friction and heat making Dean gasp. He was pleased to hear an equally surprised gasp leave Sasha.

A devilish look overtook Sasha's features then and Dean grinned, knowing what he was in for and more than willing. Sasha kissed down Dean's body again, faster this time, his nips briefer but harder until he reached coarse hair and lifted his head up.

Looking down his body, Dean could see how close Sasha's lips were to being just on him and something like a whine left his throat before he could stop it. That was the meanest possible tease. As a guy Sasha had to know that.

It was Sasha's tongue that swiped out first, not his lips, licking just around the head. Yeah, the incubus was definitely going to be the death of Dean. Poetic really, Dean thought. He gasped then as those lips finally descended to join Sasha's skilled tongue and Dean pressed his head back into the pillow, his hips subtly arching into the feeling of hot, wet, and wonderful. Sasha didn't just go at it, bobbing for a quick end like Dean was usually used to. Instead, the incubus took Dean deep into the back of his throat only to pull completely away, and then run his hand over where his mouth had been, pumping lightly. Occasionally, he would just lick Dean's full length, the head, and then take Dean completely again before repeated the whole process. It was wonderful torture.

Dean's whole body was trembling by the time Sasha slithered back up to Dean's lips and kissed him hard. Dean had had no release, left weeping and pulsing, so totally driven mad that he would have done anything Sasha asked just then. But Sasha didn't ask. He just whispered against Dean's lips, "I love you," and stared adoringly into Dean's eyes.

The pleasure Dean had been feeling choked in his throat. "Don't say that," he said before he could think about how awful a comeback that was.

Sasha didn't look devastated though, just confused. "Why not?" he said, "Dean, I'm not going to get angry if you don't say it back. I understand. I do. Besides, I can feel you. I don't need you to say it back."

"Yes, you do," Dean said miserably, hating that he was spoiling the moment but unable to stop himself from speaking on, "The person who says it always needs to hear it said back. It's a fucking rule or something. I'm just a jackass."

"Well…yeah," Sasha agreed with a grin, "But I can wait. I can wait for however much time it takes you, Dean."

Dean opened his mouth to dissent but Sasha pushed on.

"And don't you dare say we don't have time. We do. I'll make sure of it. I'll make the time. No demon is ever going to lay their hands on you, Dean. That's my job," he added with another smirk, "If you still want me."

That wasn't even a question anymore, and that Dean could say easily. "I want you," he said, as heartfelt as if he had said the other words, the harder meaningful ones, "I want you now," Dean stressed, accentuating that with another buck of his hips, just wanting to get passed this now and back to where things made sense for him.

Sasha, too wonderful and more than Dean ever deserved, just smiled, licked his lips again, and started to shift a knee between Dean's legs.

Bells went off in Dean's head immediately. Dean hadn't really thought about positions while under the administrations of an incubus' lips and tongue, but now it had been made quite clear that Sasha planned to switch things up from last time. That was only…fair, Dean told himself. He had just never done that before.

"Okay, so just so you know," Dean found himself saying in that awful panicked voice he hated so much, "Girls have…played around down there and everything, and I've always enjoyed it, but a tongue or a finger…not the same thing as what you're planning."

"No," Sasha said slowly, his eyes heavy lidded, "Definitely not the same. Just relax, Dean," he said as he situated himself between Dean's legs and kissed Dean gently on the cheek, "You can trust me. You do trust me, right?"

Dean told himself to calm down. Just calm down, this is Sasha. "Yeah. I trust you."

"Then there's nothing to worry about."

It was just how Dean remembered and imagined things at first, a coaxing finger, wet from Sasha's mouth and gently stretching. Dean wasn't lying when he said he liked the way that felt when a girl did it and knew what she was doing. He knew there were lots of nerves in there, knew there obviously had to be a reason gay men enjoyed what they did and woman allowed straight men to have sex with them that way too. It didn't have to be scary. It wasn't scary. It was just the damn machismo telling Dean that he was a man, damn it, and no one was allowed to do this!

"Relax," Sasha said again, more than likely reading Dean's anxiety like an open book, "There's no such thing as bad sex with an incubus, ya know," he added teasingly.

Dean had to smile. He didn't doubt that. And the more he relaxed, the better it felt, those nerves being touched and pressed and stretched. Sasha knew what he was doing, to the point where Dean barely realized there were two fingers until he arched unconsciously to bring Sasha in deeper. Dean was still so hard, unsatisfied, and his body tingled from over sensation. He had to wonder if Sasha was helping things along at all with pheromones. Dean couldn't say he'd mind all that much, as long as they were always the normal kind.

Moans were spilling from Dean's throat before he knew what was happening. It freaked Dean a little that he welcomed a third finger when it finally came, and that he kind of longed for the finale. If this felt good, slow and careful as Sasha was being, then it could only get better.

"Sasha…" Dean mewled, just as he remembered from Sasha when it was Dean doing this to him, "Please, damn it, just…please." Dean never begged. Never. But with Sasha it didn't make him feel like anything less than himself.

"Do you know what hearing you say that does to me…?"

Especially considering how much Dean knew it would drive Sasha crazy.

"Dean," Sasha breathed, staring hungrily down at Dean's body and then back up to Dean's eyes. It was asking permission, want, need, and admiration all in one.

Dean nodded, forcing his eyes to stay open. He wanted to watch Sasha's expression, wanted to lose himself in how Sasha lost himself in Dean, and it worked. There was a slight sting at the difference in pressure, but Sasha was careful, slow, and the relief and ecstasy on Sasha's face was enough to make Dean forget about pain anywhere on his body. He just wished he could pull Sasha closer, right into his body, into him.

Remembering how good it had felt the other way around, Dean lifted his legs and wrapped them around Sasha's back as the incubus started thrusting. Some glorious place inside of Dean was struck and he saw stars for a minute, unable to do anything but moan into Sasha's movements. Sex always felt good but this was different. Not just the sensation itself since Dean had never been any man's bottom before, but because of something else. Something so hot and wonderful that Dean knew what it was immediately since he remembered this feeling from that hallway in Minnesota when all he had done was touch Sasha's hand.

"You…you're doing something to me…" Dean gasped.

"I thought that was…obvious," Sasha replied with a grin, his lips trembling as he hovered over Dean, careful not to pull too close and meet their chests together.

"No," Dean said, shaking his head, "Cheating," he finished, one hand tight on Sasha's shoulder while the other pointed accusingly in Sasha's face.

Sasha bit his lip like a guilty child. "It's not really cheating if it's my nature," he said, "I didn't want to…scare you before. I wanted the first time…to be normal. But I don't want to hold back with you, Dean. I always hold back with others, but not you. I want you to feel this. What I feel. Everything you make me feel. I want you to know. I want you apart of this with me."

The circuit, Dean realized. Sasha wasn't just feeding from Dean and being particularly skillful in the fucking department, he was channeling the feeding back to Dean, opening the circuit for Dean to feel too. It had brought Dean to his knees once before, but this was so different. He was in the circuit at the same time as he was feeling it bounced back to him, literally feeling Sasha's hands, Sasha's thrusts, Sasha's loving kiss pressed into his forehead, but also feeling waves of pleasure in a way only Sasha could feel. Of course an incubus or succubus would hold this back normally; an unaware human would have been able to tell something was wrong and probably would have screamed about drugs in the water.

But Dean knew what Sasha was. Sasha didn't have to pretend. Sasha didn't have to hold back. It was so all-consuming, growing within Dean as their climaxes built upon each other, that there was nothing but constant pure sexual energy traveling through Dean and making him ache for more.

His hips moved up into Sasha's, his heels digging into Sasha's back just as Sasha had done to him and pulling them more deeply together. Sasha's kisses felt like fire, his hands blazing over Dean's body too, and the heat between them where their bodies connected—fuck. It was almost too much. Dean was moaning and gasping every other second, lost in the whole thing.

And he loved it. Because it was Sasha. Him and Sasha caught in this circuit that gave Sasha life and made Dean quiver. God, yes, Dean loved it. He loved…he…loved…

Dean felt blinded as he came, paralyzed. The sensations were still running through him as Sasha built to his own end and finally came as well. Dean was shaking when Sasha pulled out of him, pulled away, and grabbed the towel from the floor to wipe them both clean. Even the touch of the towel made Dean shiver a little. He was still overly sensitized. He wondered how long it would take for him to come down from whatever high this was.

"Just give it a few minutes," Sasha said close beside Dean's ear, "I'm sure it's a little jarring. I've never done that with anyone before. Was it too much? Was it okay?"

At first Dean didn't quite understand why Sasha sounded small and worried. Maybe Dean would have liked a slight warning but he sure as hell wasn't going to be upset with the incubus for giving him the most amazing sexual experience of his life. "Too much?" Dean questioned, "Well…I don't think I can feel my feet, but…that was pretty fucking incredible. I think I might implode if you do that every time though. Just so you know."

Wonderfully, Sasha's laughter responded and Dean started to come back to himself enough to feel the bed beneath him again and see that Sasha was lying next to him, propped up to look down at him with those vivid blue eyes. "Liking your vacation better now, Dean?" the incubus asked, since he had been reassured that everything was definitely okay between them.

Dean reached a hand up to grab the back of Sasha's neck and pull the incubus down into a slow kiss. "Definitely…better."

tbc...

A/N: YAY! And the best part is the next chapter will start with them waking up together. They deserve that, huh? I'm too tired to write anything else, I'd forget things, so I'll just tell you guys to check out my website through my author profile. It is now linked to the "Incubus" website, and has pictures of Sasha and tons of other things to enjoy. I'll work on it more and more as time allows. Love you!

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