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“Sammy…” Dean groaned, leaning back in the chair, scrubbing his hand down his tired face. “It’s already ten. I’m normally up by this time anyways.” he pouted. For Dean, it was practically a sin to past nine in the morning because waking up any time after nine was waking up late and anytime before eight was early.

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Hey... *Sam breathed out as he gently came up behind his brother and bent over so he could wrap his arms around him from where he sat.* Are you still really on my laptop? *He asked with a yawn before nuzzling his shoulder sleepily.*

Dean looked over his shoulder when he heard Sam, the elder Winchester rubbing his exhausted features on his face. "Yeah," he mumbled. "Couldn't sleep. Been in here since...three or four ross morning."

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Heya, Sammy. *Dean grinned slyly up at his brother as he propped up his dirty boots next to Sam's files and happily ate his slice of pie.* Lookin' good. *He couldn't help the way his grin spread across his features. Clear mischief was written all over him, but it was also very well known that he wasn't one to reveal his 'evil' plans. He was a big brother, after all. He knew better.*

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Sam’s eyes immediately narrowed slightly with suspicion. “Hi Dean. Can you get your boots off the table? You’re gonna mess up my files,” he said, moving the papers a bit away from his brother. He knew that shit eating grin of Dean’s meant that Dean was up to something. He was going to have to be on guard for a while.

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My troubles? Oh, my love. My king. It's a privilege. An honor to be in your arms. *Sammy smiled lovingly up at him, leaning up to meet him halfway for the kiss. His heart fluttered in his chest and his tail shuddered pleasantly at the touch of his lips. Always with these sparks. Small sparks that made him fall for him over and over again.* Happy father's day, by the way. *He grinned slyly up at him as he leaned up to nuzzle him tenderly.*

Sam hums low, pleased at his Queen’s answer and for a moment his eyes widen, hazel glittering at the moment of Happy Father’s Day and almost laughs. He nuzzles back, into Sammy’s neck before placing a slow kiss there followed by the trail of his tongue along his collar bone. 

     “You are the most magnificent Queen a King could ask for. So precious for me. So caring.” 

His hips press down against the other’s and he makes a pleased noise. 

     “You gonna be good for me? Spread those legs nice and wide so I can have you all to myself--” 

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*He had to have heard it wrong. No. It couldn't be. Could it? Sammy moaned softly underneath him, his eyes fluttered close as he leaned toward the sweet promises.* Marry you; marry my king... would be an honor beyond this world and the other realms. *The consort slowly nuzzled him, a soft sigh escaping his lips as he pressed a tender kiss to his temple.* I will be yours. Forever. As long as you will let me stand by your side. I'll always be there, my everything... ((THE FEELS~~))

Yes. Yes that’s all he wants and ever needs. Those words of loyalty seal the deal for him and he dips down, lips crashing onto the consort’s and his tongue ghosts out, a lick of his bottom lip before Sam groans, leans forward and parts those lips for himself. With hungry licks Sam tastes every familiar inch of Sam before barely breathing words he knows always gets Sammy riled up. 

     “My pretty little mate--Always so ready to be my everything aren’t you? So ready to give me all of you? Want me to make you feel good? I think you deserve a little something for your troubles--”

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Your lips. Your touch. Your eyes upon me, caressing my skin. I need you, my king. My anchor. My Home. *Sammy knew that he'd probably be teased for this, but he couldn't care less. The demon side of Sam wasn't out, so Sammy took every precious moment to tell him just how much he loved and adored him. His eyes fluttered close and his first instinct was to slowly rise his hand to his hair, massaging his scalp as he tipped his head back to offer himself to him.* My heart yearns for you (I know ;-; )

Sam’s eyebrows raise comically but the look is replaces with eyes closed blissed. The hand in his hair is reassuring, the words caressing and Sam says something that’s been on his mind for a while now. Every second he’s even away from Sammy and Nathaniel and Dean. They need something binding. Something forever and sure, Sam was King that was for certain, what he said was law but there needed to be something more. 

Something permanent and all abiding. 

Leaning in to pepper kisses down Sammy’s neck he mutters right above the consorts heart, “Marry me, Sammy.”

 It won’t be traditional, in a church, draped in all white, with choir girls and ringing bells, after al he ruled Hell but he was going to tie himself in every way possible to Sammy. 

     “Marry me. Be mine. I find it oddly arousing and someone amusing at the thought of putting a ring on your finger and then sucking it off when I’m fucking you bent over the bed. Come on Sammy, say yes.” 

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*Sammy leaned into the gentleness of his touch, his eyes slowly lifting up to meet his. His lips parted to say something. Anything. But nothing left him. Not when they were like this. Not when he had been so close to dying. So close to leave his king behind. So close to leave Nathaniel. Precious little Nathaniel. The queen sighed shakily as he let his lover guide him to their bed and laid down gracefully, reaching up for him. His fingertips delicately caressed his cheek.* You... ((asdfghjkl~~))

Sam can’t imagine explaining to Nathaniel what loss was, especially so young. The prince wasn’t ready, he was still a child. But thankfully Dean had no problem watching over him, excited and proud to see his little nephew grow into something magnificent and powerful. He was safe in the kingdom with Dean. And that meant he could give Sammy what he needed. Himself. 

He chuckles warmly, eyebrows raised. 

     “You have me, my Queen. Always. What is it that I can provide for you?” 

He begins with kisses along Sammy’s collar bone. Sweet feathery brushes of his lips, savoring the uninjured flesh