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He turns to face the absolutely silent angels and demons. Dean's come on his belly and his own slick on his softening cock and thighs - the stickiness of his skin beautifully highlighted by the candlelight - and Dean comatose on the altar, abruptly goes from amazingly hot to kind of mortifying.
Sam glances around nervously.
"Ta-dah!" he says finally, spreading his hands wide and trying a hopeful, please-like-me smile.
As one, the demons drop to their knees before him, and the angels begin to sing for him, high and unearthly. Sam really wishes he'd left Dean conscious enough to see it.

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