Dean pushed into the Sam gently, perfectly aware that despite Sam's appearance, he was still a virgin. The wings seemed to have a life of their own. They seemed to move like limbs and fluttered back and forth with each gentle nudge Dean made. Both of Dean's hands were gripping his younger brother's hips. Sam's hands were raised above his head, fingers splayed on the tiled wall. Water beat down across Dean's back and buttocks. It was slightly cooler than when first they entered the shower. Each thrust made Dean wince a little but no amount of pain could stop him from complying with his brother's request. Sam's head hung low between his shoulders, the arch of the wings hiding his head completely. A low steady growl emanated from his lips. Dean slid one hand over Sam's waist and down until he reached his cock. The growling sounds became more animalistic now. Dean buried his face even deeper into soft black feathers and it almost seemed to him that they were folding back slightly, as if to touch him. Dean pressed and pressed deeper into Sam, stroking him firmly with each thrust. Sam was grunting his name. His voice sounded like distant thunder but it didn't frighten Dean. Sam lifted one hand from the wall and slammed a fist into it as he came. Dean heard the cracking sound of the cheap tiles giving way beneath it. One last push and Dean spilled his seed inside his baby brother, one arm wrapped completely around Sam, the other still stroking his softening shaft.
Spent, he leaned into Sam, placing soft kisses against his wings. They seemed to shiver just a little. After several minutes, Dean pulled out and backed away, watching his baby brother standing there, legs spread apart, still recuperating from their love making. Sam slowly turned around to face his older brother, his eyes still fierce but softening just a little. He didn't speak; instead, he pulled Dean to him and kissed him fiercely. He whispered something in Dean's ear and Dean was pretty sure Sam wasn't speaking English anymore. The water was almost cold now. The two quickly washed off before it went completely cold and stepped out of the shower and back to the room, toweling off as they went.
Sam pushed Dean onto one of the beds and grabbed the forgotten icepack. Straddling his brother, he placed it along Dean's side and leaned down to kiss him.
"You're mine now," Sam half growled.
He was about to kiss Dean again when Dean's cell phone rang.
"It could be dad," Dean said, reading Sam's reluctance to answer it.
Sam climbed off his brother and grabbed the phone. He checked the caller id and saw it was his father. Not wanting to talk to him, he tossed the phone to Dean.
"Hello," Dean answered hoarsely.
Sam smiled as he watched Dean lying stark naked on the bed trying to sound as normal as possible.
"Who is this?" He heard Dean ask anxiously.
Sam stood still watching Dean's previous expression change to sheer horror and rage.
"If you hurt him so help me..."
Sam grabbed the phone from Dean and listened to the voice taunting his brother from the other end.
"Meg, you bitch...what do you want?"
"That's simple," the blond sneered into John Winchester's phone, "join us. Take your rightful place as our leader and we'll let your father live."