Dean had watched in shock as Sam repeatedly shot Jake. The last time Sam had shown that determination he'd been under the influence of a dead doctor and Dean would've been the target. He had no doubt that if the gun had been loaded he'd be dead.

When the Demon suggested that the Crossroads Demon hadn't fully kept her side of the bargain and that Sam was different, Dean hadn't wanted to believe. But thinking about watching him kill Jake, Dean wasn't so sure, Sam seemed different… more aggressive and colder at that moment.

Sam didn't want to follow Bobby straight back to South Dakota. Sam was still mad at Dean for everything he had done. He wanted to get his brother on his own so he could really express his feelings. Sam hadn't had time to do anything since he realised what his stupid jerk of a brother had done. He was angry at Jake when he realised that the idiot had given into the yellow-eyed demon and was doing its twisted bidding. He was furious not only that Jake had killed him only days earlier, but that the easily manipulated demon soldier had caused his idiot of a brother to make a deal with a demon. Sam couldn't explain how angry that made him; no-one got to do that to his brother.

They were still standing by the trunk when Bobby asked, "You following us back?"

"Yes." "No." Dean and Sam replied together. Dean turned and looked at Sam, surprise evident in his features, "No?"

"No. We need to go to Lawrence," Sam stated coldly not wanting to let Dean in on his plans.

"Lawrence?" Dean queried totally confused. He didn't ever want to go back to Lawrence.

Bobby watching the brewing storm between the boys had decided to leave, they could follow or not in their own time. "Ok boys! I'll see you when you get there. Ellen and me, we'll just get going," he told them as he went to get in his truck.

Sam watched as Bobby drove away with Ellen riding shotgun. As soon as the truck was out of sight, Dean grabbed his brother's arm. "What's going on Sammy? I thought you wanted to start chasing the demons that escaped."

"Oh I want to chase them, but not until I find out what's happening with you," Sam retorted shrugging off his brother's hand roughly.

Dean starred at his brother incredulously, "What's happening with me? That's a laugh. I didn't just go Rambo on some punk." He gestured towards Jake's body as he spoke.

"No, you didn't," Sam agreed getting into the car.

Dean looked around throwing his arms in the air and huffed before getting in behind the wheel. 'Stupid kid brothers; you could never understand what got up their skirt,' he thought. "So are we really going to Lawrence?" he asked nonchalantly, trying to hide his irritation at his brother as he put the keys in the ignition.

"Eventually," Sam replied handing Dean the collar he had retrieved from the glove box.

Dean looked at what Sam was passing to him and trembled in panic. He looked up into Sam's eyes and couldn't fathom his expression. Had Sam come back different and this was him proving that? Or was it just that Sam was the same but annoyed at him? Dean couldn't decide. "Sammy what's this all about?" Dean queried carefully, even if he was just annoyed Dean needed to be wary or he'd be in a load of hurt.

"Don't over think things Dean. Put the collar on and I'll answer your question. If you haven't figured it out," Sam instructed. He grabbed the car keys from the ignition and to Dean's panicked look he continued, "I'm not ready to leave here just yet."

Dean looked at his brother and then at the collar. It was obvious that Sam was annoyed and if it wasn't something wrong with him it must be the deal. Jeez he didn't want to talk about that and why he'd done it. "Sammy we've got more important things to do now," he pleaded trying to hand the collar back.

"Nothing is more important than this right now," Sam growled glaring at his brother.

Dean felt tired and not in the mood for games, his head hurt from the knock and the adrenaline buzz of shooting the yellow-eyed demon and seeing his dad was slowly ebbing away. "Sam I just want to find a motel…"

Sam cut him off sharply, "Then put the collar on and wait for instructions or we'll be here all night," he snapped not knowing what the demon had said to his brother.

Dean started at his brother's tone. 'Oh little brother is more than annoyed,' he thought fingering the collar. He tried to think of another way out but nothing came to mind. He slowly fastened the collar round his neck and waited silently.

Sam checked that the collar was tight enough before instructing "Go stand in front of the hood, ass bared and leaning on your hands on the hood." Dean blinked at his brother's cold tone. "Now," Sam snapped.

"Jeez Sammy a…" Dean started to protest, risking a sideways glance.

"Less of the verbal, more of the action," Sam cut across his brother slipping a finger under the collar and tugging.

Dean turned to really look at his brother and could see their Dad's 'you've had your orders, now do it, no questions' look written all over Sam's face. 'When had Sam discovered that he could never argue with that look?' Dean thought. "Fine," he snapped turning and getting out of the car, cussing as he went. As soon as Dean was stood in front of the Impala, he glared through the windshield at his brother as he dropped his jeans and boxers then leant forward on his hands on the hood.

Sam smiled to himself as his brother got out of the car, all attitude and defiance while still doing exactly as instructed. Before his brother could turn and face him, Sam retrieved something from the glove box and put it in his pocket. Sam schooled his face so that Dean wouldn't see the amusement when he looked through the windshield. This was about finding out why his brother had been an ass and made the deal; he also wanted any information which would help him break the deal.

As soon as Dean was in position, Sam got out of the car and slowly approached him. Dean glared at his brother with every step. Sam thought about taunting his brother by stopping and seeing if Dean could keep his silence, but he knew he wasn't being fair.

Sam stroked his hand over his brother's ass as he moved behind him. "You might want to rest on your elbows," he suggested moving his hand to Dean's crack.

"Sam, please tell me what this is about," Dean's voice cracked with the plea as he moved and Sam's hand rubbed circles on his ass.

"What do you think this is about?" Sam reflected moving a lubed finger around Dean's entrance but not pressing in yet and ignoring his brother's flaccid dick. v "I don't know," Dean responded and got a smack on the ass for the lie that Sam detected. "I'm not sure if the demon brought you back wrong or if this is just about bringing you back," he tried again.

Sam laughed, "You think I might have come back dark-side?" He pushed the lubed finger into his brother's heat starting to prep him.

Dean gasped at the intrusion before replying as steadily as possible. "It wasn't like you when you shot that kid," he reasoned.

Sam shrugged, "I'll give you that. But if he hadn't stabbed me and killed me, you wouldn't have made that stupid deal," he replied adding another finger to stretch his brother.

"So this is about the deal?" Dean gasped as Sam twisted his fingers and brushed his prostate.

"I think you're ready for this now," Sam stated as he withdrew his fingers and replaced them with a butt plug ignoring the question. "Now you can get dressed and we can find a motel for the night," he smirked and got back in the car.

Dean was confused as he watched his brother get back into the car. "Sam what's going on in that freaky little head of yours," he complained as he bent to pull his boxers and jeans back up, wincing as the plug moved inside him making him feel too full. He moved carefully to sit in the car expecting more pressure in his ass and discomfort from the plug.

"Just to let you know, the collar's to get you to do what I want," Sam grinned evilly, "Otherwise your ass would be black from the punishment it'd be due from all the verbal you're giving me."

Dean glanced sideways at his brother in horror as the implication struck him. He was about to go all snarky but thought better of it, "So are we really going to Lawrence now?"

Sam smirked noticing his brother wriggling in his seat trying to get comfortable, "Nah follow Bobby."

Dean looked shocked at Sam's suggestion, "We're not doing this at Bobby's." He was really worried now his Sam would never let of their friends know about this side of their relationship.

"It's okay, your macho image will be preserved," Sam laughed. "We'll be stopping before we get to Bobby's, I don't think you could drive that far tonight."

Dean breathed a sigh of relief as he started the car.

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Two hours later, Dean was really squirming in his seat as Sam noticed a motel sign coming up. "Stop at the next motel," he instructed as he cuffed Dean's right wrist to the steering wheel and unzipped his jeans. He carefully removed his brother's dick and stroked it to hardness as Dean continued driving towards the motel. When Dean pulled up in front of the office Sam leaned in to kiss his brother and slipped a cock-ring around Dean's dick and balls. As he got out of the car to get them a room, he grinned at his brother, "No touching while I'm gone."

Dean leaned back in his seat then banged his head on the steering wheel. Why did Sam have to be such a sadistic son of a bitch? His ass already hurt and now not only was he exposed but hard as rock. 'Where were the paperclips when you needed them,' Dean asked himself as he moved to try and reach the glove box; not an easy task when your wrist is handcuffed to the steering wheel.

"Hope you're not thinking of picking the lock," Sam commented causing Dean to jump as he opened the car door. "Room nine at the end of the row, park outside."

Dean glared at his brother before putting the car in gear and moving to the dictated space.

Sam went to get out of the car, "I want you to stay there until I say."

Dean looked at him and pleaded, "Sam don't you think I'm a bit exposed, especially with the FBI looking for us."

Sam considered his brother's comment for a moment before answering, "Good point, when I've taken the bags park the car out of sight at the side of the building and wait there. It'll give you time to think about your excuse."

Dean followed Sam's instructions and sat there thinking. What excuse did he have for the deal he'd made? None that Sam would be happy with anyway. He just couldn't carry on without Sam, without Sam his life meant nothing; he was the reason for his existence and had been since the fire. His only reason for living was to protect Sam and without Sam he may as well be dead too. Yeah, he'd survived Sam's absence for four years, but Dad had been there and he knew Sam was safe at Stanford because he'd checked enough times.

He was so wrapped up in his thoughts that he didn't hear Sam return and open the door.

"Just as well it's me," Sam smirked as he reached over to unlock the cuff from the steering wheel.

Dean jumped blinking back the tears that his thoughts had threatened. "Yeah," he groaned.

If Sam noticed the hitch in Dean's voice he didn't comment. "Come on let's get you inside and then we can deal with your martyr complex," he urged holding on to the cuff as Dean got out. Sam walked beside his brother shielding his exposed erection from the street as he led the way to their room. Opening the door he let Dean enter first.

Dean froze inside the door seeing the array of things that Sam had laid out before bringing him to the room. He didn't think Sam had been gone long enough for this.

Sam smiled behind him, "Last time you only thought about making a deal and you thought I was hard on you that night. This time you've made a deal, did you think I would go easier on you?" he asked before pushing Dean further into the room so he could lock the door. "Now strip," he instructed pressing the remote control for the butt plug that he'd inserted into his brother earlier.

Dean swallowed as he stumbled from Sam's push. The room looked like a dungeon for torture. There were chains hanging on one wall, cuffs attached to the bed along with a spreader bar, knives lined up on the night stand with lube, candles, matches, a paddle and a flogger. On the dresser was a blindfold and ball-gag along side some more butt plugs. Dean started to panic, they'd never talked about using some of this stuff and he wasn't sure he wanted to try. They got cut enough on the job without doing it deliberately and what's with the candles. His Sammy wouldn't really hurt him, but what if this wasn't really his Sammy?

"Strip Dean," Sam instructed removing his own clothes. He could feel Dean's fear but didn't want to acknowledge it yet. First they were going to have a shower then he'd find out what Dean was thinking when he made the deal with the demon. Dean always said deals never went well, so Sam needed to understand what his brother had been thinking before he tried to fix it. Tonight was about reminding his brother that he shouldn't go off half-cocked and mess things up, even if it did mean they were still together. Sam hadn't stopped to think about what his own death and resurrection meant; that would come later when he was trying to find the deal breaker.

Dean slowly removed his clothes wondering what Sam had planned first with the array of items around the room. He still wasn't sure whether his brother was turning or this was just a progression of Sam's need to keep him in line.

When his brother was standing naked and shivering slightly, Sam reached out and touched his shoulder. "We both reek, so shower now," he instructed following his older brother across to the small room.

Dean was still in a state of shock as he moved into the shower and turned it on. He hardly noticed his brother crowding behind him until Sam leaned over, grabbed the soap and started washing him. He remembered Sam's reaction after confessing to thinking about making a deal with a demon, this was so much worse because he had made a deal, but he needed Sam back because without the deal Dean would still be on his own. So he'd only got a year but it was a year longer than he was going to get without Sam.

Sam soaped his brother's shoulders trying to ease some of the tension, "God Dean you need to relax."

"How can I relax when it looks like a medieval torture chamber in there?" Dean growled, hissing as his brother rubbed a knot in his shoulder where he'd rolled over the tombstone.

"Just cuz it's laid out, it doesn't mean we'll be using it all," Sam grinned soaping down his brother's back to his ass possessively. "You said deals don't go well, so what we you thinking when you made yours?" he demanded.

"Sammy, please don't ask," Dean pleaded tensing all the muscles that his brother had been massaging.

"Dean I need to know," Sam replied calmly soaping his brother's ass and fingering the hole around the plug, feeling the vibrations from the plug. The feel of his brother's skin under his hands and the tightness of his hole were all the stimulation Sam needed to feel his own arousal growing. "If I'm going to get you out of this I need to know why you did it."

"I messed up everything… I've always failed, so why should this time be any different?" Dean started already choking on his words. The feel of Sam's hands on him, the vibrations which his brother's finger was angling just right and the throb of his cock were pushing him to sensation overload. He couldn't think straight to stop the words. "Dad died because I messed-up but you… you were always my responsibility I had to keep you safe." Unbidden the words continued, "But I failed and you were dead, and I had to put that right… I couldn't live without you being there to look after," he stopped not wanting to continue.

Sam waited rubbing one hand over his brother's cock while the other tweaked a nipple hard to encourage him to continue. Dean gasped at the sensation before continuing, "The only thing I could think of was how the demon wanted to give me Dad back and I'd turned her down, but I had to have you back… Nothing would get in the way of you coming back." Tears were running down his face by the time he'd finished and Sam had finished washing him.

Getting out of the shower and wrapping his brother in a towel Sam considered his options. Dean had confessed but was it enough to avoid any punishment. If Dean hadn't done the deal Sam wouldn't be here to punish him for anything, but it was a stupid deal; Dean only had one year and that wasn't enough. Sam didn't want to lose Dean; he'd taken him to the fake faith healer to avoid losing him once, he couldn't lose him now.

Moving them into the bedroom Sam knew he couldn't back down yet, "I want you over the counter; arms down the opposite side," he instructed. "First; punishment for being a selfish jerk," he added going to the dresser and picking up the blindfold and gag.

"And then?" Dean queried moving as instructed; he had no more to give.

"Then depends on you," his brother replied. Dean shot him a curious look. "I want more information on everything because I'm selfish too and can't lose you."

Dean rested over the counter wondering what Sam would use to punish him and hoped the knives weren't involved. He was too tired to argue and just wanted it over, but if Sam were going dark-side how long before he'd give up? His ass was still buzzing with that fucking butt plug and it just wasn't doing anything but annoy him. He was still hard but only because of the cock ring and mentally he was too drained for any of this.

"Since this is a motel and I'm going to hurt you," Sam continued coming to stand in front of his brother. "You're going to need the gag." He held the gag to his brother's mouth until Dean opened around it and then he tied it tightly round his head. "And just to help you think about how much pain this deal will cause both of us I think you need the blindfold," he finished tying it tightly around his brother's eyes.

Dean was resting his chin on the counter as his arms hung loosely down in front of him. It was wide enough that only his stomach and chest rested on the surface and his feet were firmly on the floor. Now he couldn't see he had to trust that this really was his real brother in his entirety because the gag prevented him calling for help. Sam had said that he wanted more information but being gagged prevented him from saying anything. Dean was a little apprehensive, although he'd never have admitted it to anyone. There was the sexual side to everything Sam had done thus far but Dean was under no illusions that this was about discipline for what Sam saw as a mistake, and Dean could never see it that way. He was also aware that his brother would fuck him hard before he finished and make sure that Dean enjoyed it too, but he was just too tired to feel any enthusiasm for what was to come.

Sam grabbed the loose cuff and fastened it round his brother's wrist before fastening them to the side of the counter; effectively stopping his brother from moving. He went to the nightstand and he cleared everything away except the paddle and the lube; everything else had done its job of shocking his brother. Now for some good old fashioned discipline in the form of a spanking.

Sam moved quietly around the room so that Dean would have difficulty knowing exactly where he was. When he was stood behind his brother he reached out and stroked down his back, along his crack pressing the butt plug in a little further and round to cup his balls and stroke his cock. At the first touch Dean twitched in surprise but maintained his position and even moved into the touch.

As soon as Dean relaxed into his touch Sam's hand left his brother's body and shortly after the paddle landed its first strike across Dean's ass. Dean screamed but the gag muffled it. Sam kept on hitting until Dean's ass was bright red all the time saying what a selfish son of a bitch he was because what's dead should stay dead and no matter how much he loved his brother the sacrifice wasn't worth it.

By the time Sam finished, tears were streaming down Dean's face and his shoulders hurt from pulling on the restraint with each strike. He'd listened to everything his brother had said but still couldn't be sorry for the deal he'd made. Sam could have beaten him to death and he still wouldn't be sorry. He couldn't continue without his brother and that was all that mattered.

Sam put the paddle down and slowly removed the butt plug. "You're still a selfish jerk," he complained as he removed the blindfold and gag. "But I love you and since I'm here, you're mine," he continued unfastening the cuffs. "Now I'm gonna fuck you hard before you get any sleep," he insisted moving behind his brother. "And you're going to give me the rest of the details while I do it. When I'm satisfied you can come but not before," he insisted as he lined his lubed cock with his brother's entrance and slid forward into his heat.

Dean held off talking but with Sam hitting his prostate the need to come was too strong. "Sammy all my life has been about protecting you, with you gone I was nothing," Dean confessed between sobs and grunts. "I can't do this without you, it means nothing without you."

"Maybe, but what of the deal," Sam asked continuing with a hard but slow rhythm.

Dean was too tired to fight his brother, and with him hitting his prostate on every thrust, Dean needed to come like yesterday. "Oh God Sammy please just let me come," he begged. "We can talk in the morning."

Sam smiled; he knew Dean and talking, if he didn't get him to talk now he'd have to do this again tomorrow until his brother would spill. "Look dude I know you too well for that. You talk first and then you can come," he replied stroking his brother's tightly restrained cock. "Or I keep going until you do."

"Fine," Dean groaned. "I get you back and I get one year, but if I try and get out of the deal you're dead."

Sam flicked the cock ring off and Dean was spurting cum over the side of the counter as Sam came in his ass.

"I can't let you die," Dean panted as Sam slid out. "So if you want to find a way out, that's up to you but I won't help. I can't help."

"Its okay big brother, I've got you and I've got this covered," Sam replied helping his brother over to the bed. "Now we better get some sleep. We got work to do tomorrow."

"Yeah and I don't know if I'll be able to sit down," Dean groused sleepily.

Sam smirked, "At least it'll remind you not to be a jerk for a while."

"You love me being a jerk," his brother replied with a yawn as Sam spooned behind him with an arm across his chest resting against Dean's heart.

"I love you being alive," Sam replied to his now sleeping brother. "And I'm going to make sure that you live for more than a year no matter what it takes." Sam thought about the deal… there was a loophole but he wasn't sure how to exploit it. The demon could only have one of the Winchester brothers, so if he could find a way to make her take both of them, she would be breaking the deal and Dean would be spared. He smiled kissing the back of Dean's neck because he felt confident that he'd save his brother yet.