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Fic: Gypsy
Author: Ruffeto. Rufferto9@yahoo.com
Disclaimer/Warning: Incest. NC17.. Do not own them. Not making any money.
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Scenario: Sam and Dean discover the effects a carnival is having on a small town that they encounter while
they are trying to deal with their own difficult emotions. As they investigate the traveling Carnival, a fortune
teller tells Sam that someone he loves is going to die and that he’d better tell that person how much he loves
him before its too late. Sam believes she means Dean.
Timeline: Season One (towards the middle after the telekinetic episode)

CHAPTER ONE

Chapter One

Sam closed his eyes. The morning breeze was cool on his cheek and the air was slightly wet from dawn’s
soft kiss. Another day stretched out before him. They were in a fairly nice motel. Dean had won more money
than usual and had decided to put them up in a bit more style which was surprising for him considering
Dean hated spending money. It wasn’t hugely expensive, but it was a step up from their usual
accommodations.

This early in the morning, Sam's thoughts tended to wander. He fingered the cotton of his threadbare shirt. It
was an old faded blue one. Jess used to like it, calling it comfy to rest on. Sam liked it because it had
memories.

“Sam! Shut the curtain.” Dean complained irritably from his bed as he pulled a pillow over his face.

Sam stared back through the screen door to his elder brother. He was sprawled on one of the queen sized
beds, shirtless again. Sam sighed and loomed near the screen, his height blocking the sun. “How’s that?”

“Better.” Dean muttered grumpily and cracked open one eye. He was not a morning person. He yawned and
promptly went back to sleep.

Sam stepped into the bedroom and pulled back the curtain. He made some coffee and studied his brother
as Dean fell back to sleep. His elder brother was a smaller package, but completely well stocked. Sam knew
that, he’d seen Dean naked a lot more than he cared to admit. Spying on his brother had been one of Sam’s
earlier pastimes, mainly to be irritating until he decided to put space between them when he’d discovered it
meant something more.

While he sipped his coffee, Sam noticed that Dean had a morning erection. He wasn’t sure that his brother
was even aware of it or if he knew Sam was trying hard not to look. He should have stayed away but Dean
kept drawing him back. One day, he’d have to face his feelings and tell Dean. Dean would laugh and joke
and everything would be ok again. Or not.

He stalked into the bathroom and stripped down. He needed a really –cold- shower. Instead he just stared at
himself in the mirror and splashed his drawn face. He could chalk it up to stress but he’d be lying. He was
agitated and too depressed. He had to get over Jess’ death but it was hard. She –had- loved him. She’d
taken care of him. He’d had a real home for the first time. That was something he’d never have running after
Dean and Dad.

Sam frowned sharply, glancing at the crack in the bathroom door. Dean was moving, sort of. His eyes
widened, and he realized that Dean was rubbing his cock. He could tell through the sheets. Dean was ..
masterbating. Sam swallowed, trying to will himself to shut the door when his entire body jumped to
attention at the next word mumbled from Dean’s lips.

“Sammy…” followed by a low rumbling purr.

Dean had to be playing a prank on him. He stepped backwards from the door and into the shower. This
could not be happening. He was dreaming, Dean must somehow know.

“Sam…” he heard the faint moan again. “Yeah… that’s it.”

Sam knew for a fact that Dean did not talk in his sleep. He was the sleep of the dead type. Dean slept like a
stone until his sixth sense kicked in. He quickly turned on the shower and pretended not to hear. He would
just pretend he didn’t hear anything, that’s all. What was wrong with him? Why did his body crave what he
couldn’t have? Did Dean want the same thing? It was crazy and certainly not normal.

He took a long cold shower, forcing himself to cleanse the miscreant thoughts in his head of his brother.
Just when he though he had it under control, Dean poked his head in the shower door. “Are you going to hog
the shower –all- morning? Christ you’ve been in there an hour, I thought you were my brother not my sister.”

Sam’s heart hammered in his chest and he willed his body to control. “Shut up.” He bickered good-naturedly
with Dean. “I didn’t use up any hot water.”

“Good, move over.” He butted Sam out of the way towards the sink area and started stripping. He glanced at
Sam and cleared his throat. “Were you having too much fun in the shower, Sammy?” He raised an eyebrow
and smirked.

Sam flushed scarlet. “It’s not wh-wha-.” He stammered, frantically hiding his slight bulge under the towel.

“Oh, please. At least I know you’re normal.” Dean said with a triumphant grin. “I’ll get you laid before the week
is out. You’ll see.”

“Dean!”

Dean stepped into the shower and turned on the water. Unfortunately for Sam, he could see his brother
through the glass doors.

“Blonde or Brunette?” Dean asked.

“Neither. Dean. I can get my own dates.”

“Sure you can, you haven’t kissed a girl since. Well I can’t remember. So it must be a long time. You need
sex, Sam. It’ll make you uh less…”

“What?”

“Uptight.”

“I am –not- uptight.”

“You are too.” Dean snorted. “You need to unwind Sam. Relax a little. I keep telling you.”

“I’m not like you, Dean.” Sam argued. “I can’t just let things go.”

“That’s because you think to much, college boy. Now let me shower in peace. Scoot.” Dean ordered in his
‘this conversation is over’ tone.

Sam sighed and went back into the room to deposit dirty clothes and get dressed. He fingered the blue shirt
and smiled at the memory it contained.

Dean hated it when Sam wore that fucking tight shirt. When he saw Sam standing in the doorframe his body
had become quite troubled with a need he didn't want and couldn't explain. It was that the shirt was too old,
he’d had it forever. It was threadbare and showed too much of Sam’s chest off. It was an invitation to flirt. It
was dangerous. If you let yourself, you’d remember why it irritates you, he told himself. Thoughts like that
would slowly eat at his brain until it drove him crazy. Secretly he was glad he didn’t have to watch women
fawn over Sam. Sam was his. Dean lathered his body with soap, closing his eyes against the possessive
feeling bubbling inside him.

Sam thought back and remembered how Dean had stared at him on his first date. Ok, so maybe going out
on a first real date at 18 was odd, but it wasn’t like Sam got to meet many girls. This was different. He was
excited and nervous. Unfortunately, the girl hadn’t showed, she’d called and cancelled. Sam had been
devastated. Dean, however, saved the day and spent the whole night with him. He remembered the movie
they watched, the club that didn’t believe he was over 18, his first beer and fake id. Then he had fallen asleep
in Dean’s arms trying to pretend he wasn’t crying.

He’d never throw that shirt away. He tucked it fondly into his bag. It reminded him of the feel of Dean’s arms,
of the strength of his brother. It reminded him of how much he loved Dean.

Dean walked out of the shower and looked at Sam. “Food?”

Sam stared at his elder brother, wrapped only in the small towel. His voice squeaked slightly. “Food.” He
nodded quickly and reached for his wallet.

Chapter Two

Sam was glad Dean had decided to stay in the town for a little while. It was actually a fairly nice place with
pleasant people. It was exactly the kind of place Dean would hate living in but Sam would fantasize about.
There was a few nice outside shopping malls. Sam loved those because you were not confined to the
interior and concrete. This type of market also made it easier to drag Dean to, even when he was grumpy. It
was one of those in between a town and a city places. What was it called again? Fairmount, somewhere in
Tennessee, it wasn’t even on the road map.

Dean seemed to be having more luck than usual at the clubs with cards. He wasn’t sure if gambling was
legal in Tennessee but figured Dean knew what he was doing. If they kept this kind of luck up, they might
manage to make enough money for the next couple of months.

Sam also had to admit; they hadn’t found anything to hunt and were at loose ends. He knew that was starting
to make Dean antsy. Dean had also been trying to get Sam to flirt. Every night there would be a new parade
of girls. Patty this, Jane that. The names had begun to swim in his head. Eventually, he got tired of smiling
and nodding, so he made Dean go to the bars alone while he wandered around the town.

That evening, Dean found him sitting against a fountain late one night, gazing at the stars. “Dude, I was
smokin’!” Dean grinned cheerily.

“How much?” Sam’s eyes widened in excitement when he saw the wad of cash in Dean’s fist.

“People here are loaded, Sam, and they love cards. That makes them my friends.”

He pulled a few hundred dollars and stuffed them in Sam’s pocket with a grin. “Buy yourself somethin’ pretty.”

“Dean.” Sam punched Dean’s arm. It was clear that Dean was buzzing from whatever liquor was swirling in
his system. His brother never overindulged, just enough for the happy buzz. Sam liked that. Dean had more
control than anyone he ever knew.

“I like this town, we can come back.” Dean decided. “Sides, Sally has these…”

“Dean!” Sam warned, he really didn’t want to know what ‘sally’ did or didn’t have.

“She had a sister; you would have had some fun too.” Dean winked.

“What a foursome?” Sam joked.

Dean gave him a funny look, cleared his throat and shrugged nonchalantly. He sat down on the fountain
ledge by Sam and stretched out his legs.
“Maybe we can stay here more than a couple of weeks.” Sam suggested. “If you like it, I could get a job.”

“Doing what?” Dean raised an eyebrow. “Don’t forget, moron. I’m wanted by the FBI. I’m sure they have your
social security number too.”

“So I’ll use a fake one. It’d only be for a month or so, they’d never find out in time.” Sam pleaded. He really
just wanted to stay put for a little while. Just –be- with Dean. “The library is hiring.”

“You’d fit right in, with all the dust down there.” Dean’s eyes moved more provocatively than he intended to a
certain location.

Sam flushed, and shoved Dean off the fountain. It wasn’t that hard since he was slightly inebriated. Dean
cursed and Sam laughed. “Serves you right.”

“And what am I supposed to do while you bury yourself in books?” Dean stared up at Sam from the
pavement.

“I don’t know. Mind the home front? Do laundry?” Sam said cheekily, but as soon as he saw the smoldering
look in Dean’s eyes he knew he was in for it and he turned quickly and sprinted to the motel. Lucky for Sam,
he had long legs, and that made it easier for him to get ahead of Dean.

“Sammy!” Dean yelled from behind him, “Come back here! I’m gonna kick your--” He ran after Sam, cursing.

One thing about Dean was that though he was shorter than Sam, he was fast. Once he almost caught up
with Sam, he used all his force to tackle his brother to the ground and grab his legs. He yanked Sam along
the ground and underneath him with a violent tug. A few minutes of roughhousing later, and Dean had him
pinned. “Sonofa—“ Sam panted, straining.

“I’m still your older brother, and I can whup your ass any day of the week.” Dean warned, tightening his grip.
“Say it.” His elbow rested between Sam’s shoulder blades.

Sam closed his eyes and tried to concentrate on getting out of Dean’s grip. Fuck. He was pretty much
trapped. He could only thank god that he was face down and not face up. He pushed up to try and fling Dean
off, but Dean held fast.

“Bucking ain’t gonna help ya, college boy. Just makes me tighten my grip.” Dean said gleefully. “You turned
soft in California? You know who the man is, say it.”

“Shut up!” Sam struggled. “I am not going to play that stupid game.”

“I could maintain this position for hours.” Dean chuckled, hot breath tingling Sam’s ear.

“Asshole” Sam grimaced.

Dean reached down and smacked Sam on the rear and mimicked Missouri. “Watch your mouth child.” In his
normal voice he continued, “Come on. I’m not letting you up until you say it.”

Sam sighed; he knew he was screwed either way. “Okay, Okay.” He worked the words between his teeth.
“You’re the man and I’m the girl.”

“What? What?” Dean leaned in a bit closer. “I didn’t hear you.”

Sam glared back at Dean. “You heard me. Get off me!”

Dean snickered and pulled away. Sam leapt to his feet, fists clenched, face flushed. God, if he only knew
how gorgeous he looked just then. The fire in his eyes, moonlight shining off his hair, he was perfect. Dean
grinned, breaking into Sam’s anger. They both started laughing then and Dean gave Sam a friendly smack
on the back. “Let’s get a beer from the fridge.”

“Yeah.” Sam nodded tossing his arm around Dean’s shoulders with a grin.

It was these moments he treasured and kept with him in the darkness. The brothers found their way back to
the motel and to bed, separately.

They never saw her; they were too wrapped up in each other to notice. The shadow moved from one building
to the next, following them. Obsidienne had been watching them since they had arrived. They were special,
this pair. They were just what the town needed; a dose of fresh spirit. The creature molded back into the
shadows from where she had come.

Chapter Three

Sam buzzed with excitement. He was wearing his good clothes since the library interviewed him that
morning. It was amazing how easy it was to fake a resume, especially with their contacts. The old lady at the
library had told him he had the job on the spot. Apparently he’d been in the right place at the right time. It
wasn’t a huge amount of money, but it would be a paycheck and a normal life for a little while.

Dean had still been sleeping when he’d got up that morning. He’d left his brother sprawled in bed and a
warm pot of coffee on the kitchenette counter. Dean didn’t like to ‘play house’ as he called it. They were
hunters, they weren’t family men and Dean liked it that way. He’d cajoled six weeks out of Dean with the
assurance that if there was something in the newspapers they’d check it out, or at least Dean would go. He
had a feeling it wouldn’t last that long, but the fact that Dean had agreed had made him very happy.

Dean was watching TV and flipping the channels when Sam came in. He already looked irritated and bored
out of his skull. Sam sighed; this was not a good sign. “Hey, honey. I’m home.” Sam opted for a joke.

Dean glared at him. “I don’t know how I let you talk me into this.” He grumbled.

“Dude” Sam pulled off his tie. “We’ve been here like, –Four days-.”

Dean griped. “At least they have HBO.”

Sam sighed and sat down across from Dean. “You sure you want to do this? We don’t have to.”

“Sam.” Dean shook his head, “I’m not cut out for this, and you know that. I have to be on the move.

Sam pulled off his jacket and loosened his tie. “We don’t have to stay here.” He said softly.

Dean eyed Sam, “You didn’t get the job?”

“I did get the job. I’m just saying, we don’t have to stay here.” Sam reached over and put his hand on Dean’s
forearm. “I know this is not your style, hey, if you want to take off. I’ll understand.”

Dean stared down at his fingers. The length of Sam’s hand always fascinated him. It burned images into his
brain. Images that shouldn’t be there, he shook his head irritably. “No way, my luck’s good here. Besides, I
have to make sure you get to work every day on time and shit.”

Sam scoffed, “My job starts at 7, Dean.”

“7 –am-?” Dean stared, his eyes wide in mock fear.

“Uh-huh.”

“People actually want to read books at that hour?”

Sam laughed, “It’s a university, Dean.”

“Whatever.” He rolled his eyes and laid his hand over Sam’s.

Their eyes met and he was afraid of what he saw within. Dean hadn’t realized it but he already was rubbing
Sam’s hand. The air was suddenly too warm in spite of the cool air conditioning. His chest tightened and he
looked down at the huge hand. The warmth that tingled in the air between them was electric. His every nerve
was standing on attention. Neither spoke, Sam didn’t move nor did he pull away. Had Dean been with one of
his endless stream of conquests he would have taken it a step further without hesitation. He longed to run
his fingers up Sam’s arm and feel his muscles. Sam swallowed. Dean’s eyes flew up to his brother’s. For a
long time they didn’t speak. Then Sam shifted and linked his fingers with Dean’s. He squeezed them gently.

“Thanks Dean.” Sam gave him a warm smile.

That smile undid Dean. He coughed and rose quickly. “I gotta uh. I gotta go. I’ll be at Mack’s if you want to
come by later.”

“Dean, it’s four o’clock.” Sam eyed his brother.

“Early bird catches the worm.” Dean said with his rakish grin as he grabbed his jacket and quickly headed
out.

Sam grunted and shook his head in amusement. He lay back with a sigh and his mind raced. What had just
happened? Was it his imagination? Nervous fingers unbuttoned his shirt, the skin on his hand still tingling
from where Dean had rubbed it. He had to be imagining it. He had to be. What if Dean felt the same way?
His stomach churned. Could they do anything about it? Of course not, Sam scoffed at himself. What was he
thinking? It was impossible. He didn’t even know what men did. Well, he’d –seen- it on TV of course, but that
was different. He’d never kissed a guy.

He considered his options for the night. Dean was amusing himself at the local bar and he needed work
clothing. Shopping was thus in order. He’d have to visit the market. He changed back into jeans, an
appropriate shirt and headed out. Of course, Dean had taken the Impala so he was going to have to hoof it.
Not that Sam minded since he liked walking. He hooked his cell phone on his pocket and headed down the
road. He had plenty of time.

*An hour and a half later*

Sam had come to the conclusion that this was the only way to shop. The area was really beautiful to walk in
and he’d enjoyed finding his way to the open air stalls. It was a lot more upscale than a flea market, he
decided. He wondered what they did in the winter or when it rained. There was a crowd, but it wasn’t crawling
with people but he did start to notice them He shaded his eyes and looked out towards the west as he
noticed people starting to point and chatter that way. Sam raised his eyebrows, what looked like a traveling
Carnival was setting up in a field nearby. He asked one of the local shop keepers what the deal was.

“Oh that’s the Silent Circus.” The shopkeeper leant over the stall to look Sam up and down. She was a rather
buxom woman and certainly wasn’t having any trouble showing her appreciation of Sam’s looks.

“Silent Circus?’ Sam’s curiosity bubbled.

“It’s run by Deaf People.” She explained. “It comes by every couple of years. It’s worth taking a look if you’re
interested in seeing the freaks. If you ask me, it’s all just a gimmick. But, they’re harmless so the Mayor lets
them camp.”

“The Mayor does, huh.” Sam practically bounced on his feet. He couldn’t wait to tell Dean. “Does anything
strange happen when they’re around?”

“What do you mean strange?” The shopkeeper asked him quizzically.

“Stuff out of the ordinary.” Sam looked completely innocent.

The shopkeeper thought about it for a few moments then leant in closer to Sam. “Well, actually. People do
act sorta funny when the Carnival’s here.”

“Funny how?” Sam looked over her stuff. He probably would have to pick something up if she was going to
be more forthcoming with information. He saw a nice man’s ring and decided it might be a cool present for
Dean in the future. He liked odd things. So he picked that one. “Got it in size 9?”

“Good choice.” She nodded. “Well, they get melancholy. Depressed you know. More suicides than I’d care to
talk about, especially among teenage boys.”

Sam smiled his thanks to her. “Thank you, Miss.” He told her with a flash of his smile.

“Anytime.”

Just as soon as he was in a quieter location, Sam picked up his cell phone and dialed Dean. “Hey.”

“What’s up?” Dean answered. Then he groaned. “Tell me you didn’t make dinner.”

“Shut up. Hey, I’m out shopping.”

“An hour in the bathroom and now you’re shopping? I really –do- have a sister now.” Dean said with a grin.

“Don’t be a jerk. Come get me. I’m about a ten minute drive from the hotel. I want to show you something.”
Sam gave Dean the directions eagerly.

“Alright, Alright. I’m comin’. There’s no action here at the moment anyway.”

They hung up the phone and Sam grinned to himself. At least he could store his packages in the Impala
while they snooped around the Carnival.

Chapter Four

Sam sat on a fence waiting for the sound of the Impala’s engine. He loved to watch his brother drive that car.
It was almost like watching him have sex. Dean liked driving. It was a good thing; they were both so used to
it. He’d learned to drive when he was 10. Dad had made sure that both of them were capable of handling a
vehicle as soon as their feet could hit the floor board. Their weapons training had begun as soon as they
could talk and walk. Dean was trained first and paid more attention than Sam. Sam was good, no doubt
about that, but he had always wanted something more out of life. Dean had always been the better son.

He smiled when he heard the engine and his heart did that funny little patter when he saw Dean come into
view. The Impala screeched to a halt and his brother stepped out to eye Sam’s collection of packages on the
ground. “You’re working at a library, Sam for six weeks.” He shook his head in amusement and started to
help loading them in. He received a friendly punch in the shoulder for that remark.

“At a university.” Sam reminded him, a grin was spread across his lips.

Dean did a double take and his eyebrows rose. “Uh… OH, college chicks. I get it.”

“I told you I could get my own dates.”

“But isn’t that like, cradle robbing?”

“They’re over 18, Dude.” Sam retorted.

Dean scoffed and leant on the car. “Ok, so, what is this important thing you were going to show me?”

“Look over there.” Sam pointed.

Dean looked, nodded. “Ok, so…” He gave Sam a ‘what’s the punchline’ expression.

“It’s a Carnival.”

“Thank you, Captain Obvious.”

“A Carnival that is run by Deaf people” Sam said with a triumphant grin.

Dean’s eyes narrowed. “Huh? Ok, and? Elaborate, Sammy.”

“Apparently it causes people to get suicidal thoughts.”

Dean frowned. “Really?” he looked over at the Carnival with renewed interest. “We’ll have to check the
papers.”

“Yeah, see, no more boredom.” said Sam.

Dean smirked. “Well, let’s come by tomorrow night and scope it out when they’re done setting up.”

They got back into the Impala and Dean started up the car again. He glanced over at Sam who stared
thoughtfully at the Carnival. “You ok, Sam?”

“Yeah” Sam nodded. He didn’t sound convincing because he was staring at what looked like a five year old
boy who was throwing a baseball to another boy. The two of them were obviously from the Carnival.
Something about them made the hair on the back of Sam’s neck tingle. They both had black hair and looked
oriental. The older boy stopped throwing the ball and noticed Sam. He said something in what was probably
Chinese or Cantonese to his sibling who ran off to one of the trailers. It was then that Sam realized what was
so odd. They weren’t dressed in modern clothing.

“Hey Dean.”

“Huh?”

“Do you see what that kid is wearing? Looks like something from the depression era.”

“What kid?” Dean asked.

Sam frowned. The boy was gone.

*

“So” Dean spooned his soup onto the utensil It wasn’t bad as far as soup went. Actually the food in this town
was pretty good. Lots of flavor, in any case, it was only an appetizer and steak would come soon. “You saw
this kid speaking. If its run by Deaf people why was the kid speaking?”

“How should I know?” Sam crammed a tomato in his mouth.

Dean tried hard not to watch the dribble of tomato juice slide down Sam’s chin. He also quashed the urge to
reach over and flick it off just for an excuse to touch Sam. “Guess that’s what we’re going to find out.” He
wasn’t watching Sam’s tongue. He really wasn’t. He prayed for meat to arrive soon.

“What’s wrong?” Sam asked. Dean had an antsy look to him, like he couldn’t wait to get out of the restaurant.

How could I possibly tell him I’m so hard it hurts? Dean shook his head. “Nothin’ Sam’s mouth was an
invitation to sin. He looked down, which didn’t help. Sam’s hands were a different sort of distraction entirely.
He shifted uncomfortably in the booth.

Sam frowned. He didn’t know what to make of Dean’s sudden bad mood. “I’ve got to take a piss. Be right
back.”

Dean watched Sam like a hawk as he headed to the bathroom. He sighed and pulled his shirt out of his
jeans to hide the evidence thanking god that he’d decided to wear a button up today.

Sam was not alone in the bathroom. There was another guy using one of the stalls. He quickly did his
business and went to wash up. Then, his head began to pound with such intense pain that leant against the
counter for support, surprising the other guy.

“Hey pal, you ok?” The blonde asked.

“I’m fine, ahh---“ Sam was definitely –not- ok. His head was pounding and the vision was so intense it hurt.

Dean was kissing him. It wasn’t just –any- kiss, it was savage passion and intense need. His back was up
against a tree, and Dean was... quite thoroughly… fucking him. In the distance he could hear the sound of a
carousel and blinking multicolored lights hung around them. Suddenly Dean stopped, and his eyes
went…cold. He slumped against Sam, a blade stuck deep in his back.

Sam was holding the blade, an evil smile on his lips.

“Dude, I’ll go get your friend.” The man said as he backed out of the washroom.

Sam slid to the floor and hugged his knees, trembling.

Dean burst in to the bathroom, worry was in his eyes. He crouched by Sam and laid his hand on the back of
his neck. “What’s wrong, the dude said you cried out. Sammy?”

Sam whimpered, shook his head and stared at Dean. “I’m fine, I’m fine.” He insisted. Shakily, he rose to his
feet. “This one was just…”

“Hey, Hey it’s ok. You can tell me anything.” Dean assured him.

Sam sighted miserably. “I –uh-. I kill you. I’m not sure it was me, but I kill you.” He pants.

Dean snorted. “Now I know that one is bogus, see.” He grinned. “Cause you can’t take me. So tell me, how
does it happen?”

Sam was red with embarrassment. “Let’s just eat.”

“Sam!” Dean’s voice was stern, but Sam had already shaken him away and was stalking back out of the
bathroom and back to their table.

CHAPTER FIVE

“For the last time, I am not hiding anything from you. Quit bugging me.” Sam glared at Dean finally as he
pulled off his jeans to get ready for bed. “I’m starting work tomorrow. I have to get some sleep.”

Dean had his arms crossed and rested against his headboard. “I can always tell when you’re trying to keep
something from me, so what’s the big deal? Why can’t you tell me?” He stared at Sam and was more than a
little curious now. Something had gotten his brother all worked up and it was more than just a vision.

“Dean.” Sam groaned, he wasn’t going to get –any- peace. “It’s private, ok?” He yanked down the bedcovers
and climbed in the bed. “You’re being a pain in the ass.” The poor choice of words made Sam flush again
and Dean grinned.

“What, were you naked?” Dean pulled ideas from the air. At Sam’s expression, he knew he was getting
close. “Aha! I’m warm. What’s the big deal? I’ve seen you naked plenty of times.”

“Dean, shut –up-.” Sam turned over on his side and pulled the blankets over his head.

Dean grinned and got up so that he could sit on Sam’s bed and poke his brother’s ribs. “You were naked, or
maybe something like that. Saaam, tell me. Or --- “

Sam pulled the blanket down and glared at Dean, “You wouldn’t-“

“You know I’m the only soul in the world who knows where you are ticklish.” Dean said with a cheeky waggle
of the eyebrows.

“Asshole” Sam muttered.

“That’s what big brothers are for. Now, spill.”

“You’ll be disgusted.” Sam sighed. “Dean, don’t make me do this.”

“It’s just a vision, Sam.”

“All my visions have come true, Dean.” Sam said with a weary sigh. He swallowed away nerves and avoided
his brother’s intent gaze.

“You’re not going to kill me, Sam.” Dean rested his hand on Sam’s side. “Trust me on this.”

“Well.” Sam sighed again, his face was hot with shame and he was sure that his heart was beating so
rapidly that Dean could hear it. “Uh. There was a carousel playing and lots of pretty lights in the trees. I was
up against one of the uh, trees and…”

Dean smiled as he watched the play of emotion across Sam’s face.

Sam continued “I was kissing… um. Or uh. It was more than kissing.” Sam looked away into some corner of
the room, anywhere but at Dean.

“What did she look like?” Dean asked.

Sam cleared his throat. “Um, 6ft 1, dark blonde hair, beautiful green eyes” he coughed “Um, athletic build.”
He looked askance at Dean but it appeared that he had not caught on in the slightest.

“Shorter than you, well, that’s a good start.” Dean grinned. “So what happened? Was it good?”

“Better than good” Sam closed his eyes, his body already heated.

“So who is this chick? Anyone I know?” Dean watched as Sam sucked in his breath and exhaled. “Did you
see her at the library?”

“Um.” Sam frowned and didn’t answer the questions. He hated lying to Dean, but he couldn’t do this, not yet.
“You were there and I … after the kiss I had this knife, and I killed you.” Sam tried a bastardization of the truth
to make Dean stop asking questions.

“So, we’ll keep an eye out for tall, dark blonde and luscious. It’ll all be good. Sam you need to keep to the
cute brunettes. They’re safer.” He patted Sam’s side leaned over and kissed his forehead. “Sleep, you gotta
work. I’ll hit the computer and look up this town on the web.”

Sam rolled over, his back to Dean and his eyes closed tight. He could not believe he’d gotten away with not
telling the whole story. He couldn’t bear to see the look of disgust in his eyes he knew was sure to come if
he had told Dean everything.

Dean pretended to work on the computer but he was really waiting for Sam to fall asleep. Hell, why did it
bother him so much? Was it the fact that same was dreaming about a mystery girl or said mystery girl
kissing Sam? He wondered if he would come upon them and be in a rage, maybe that’s what happened. It
didn’t make any sense. He ran his fingers through his hair, his body was so aroused and he ached for
comfort. Oh, what he would give to kiss Sam that way!

He would love to hold him up against a tree, force his clothes into disarray and delight in the moans of
passion that would come from those perfect lips. Dean stared at his sleeping little brother feeling worse by
the minute. He was a horrible person, wanting what he shouldn’t and jealous of what would never be his. If
Sam belonged to him, he would be generous. Every night would be heaven. He would kiss every plane and
valley in Sam’s body, kiss lick and tease that mixture of soft and hard flesh. His tongue would find new ways
to make Sam beg. He would worship every quivering muscle and give everything he had. The sweetest thing
of all would be to watch Sam come. Dean could only imagine the way Sam would look, all heat and passion.

Sam was special and would have to be treated that way. He was not a quick fuck or a one shot date. Dean
had had so many women (and a couple of men) in his colorful career of love ‘em and leave ‘em. Sam on the
other hand, could count his girlfriends on one hand. At least that’s what Dean thought. He didn’t know what
Sam got up to at University. He had lain awake at night during those years listening to John snore and
thinking about what Sam was doing. He’d missed Sam more than he would ever admit. Sam’s departure
had caused a rift in his heart he had never been able to repair.

His head hurt.

A blonde, huh, he wondered if it had anything to do with Jessica? She’d been so hot. Sam always had good
taste in women. He on the other hand, tended to choose the wrong type of girl.

What would he do if Sam decided to leave again? It had been so good lately. He wanted it to last. He wanted
them to stay together. He didn’t think he could handle giving up Sam again. Dean shut the computer down
finally and went to crawl into the covers of his bed. He looked over at Sam once again and sighed. Whatever
happened, he’d deal with it and he would keep his anger in check.

*

The Carousel lights flickered on and the short, grotesquely fat redhead looked up at the tall scaly man with
the sharp teeth. It was not through sign language that they communicated. Words were spoken. The
machine was tested and the gentle music filled the air. Sparkling lights danced merrily over the fantastic
beasts as they bobbed up and down. They looked towards the fortune teller’s caravan. A shadowy form
stood by the window watching them. It clicked the curtains shut almost immediately.

The Fortune teller’s caravan was as colorful as the Carousel. Clear bright words were printed on it:
Obsidienne, Lady of the Crystal, read your palm, your life be told.

The fat lady and the crocodile man looked at each other and nodded.

There was something new to harvest this season.

Chapter Six

Dean was picking up Sam from work and had no trouble finding a parking space for the Impala. He whistled
as he saw the posh looking campus. He glanced around and smiled, small or no, there were plenty of hot
chicks, ready for action. He jumped out and headed to the library. As he ran up the steps two at a time he
saw a group of girls talking together, flushed and excited. Curious, he paused to listen.

“That new librarian is sooo hot.” One girl looked like she was going to swoon.

“His name is Sam Winsor. He’s got the most gorgeous smile, oh my god those hands.” Her friend fanned
her neck. “I’ll be visiting the library a lot this semester.” One girl with fake red hair seemed to be the one with
the news.

“And what a tight little ass, wouldn’t you like those legs wrapped around you?” Her friend chuckled.

“Baby, I’d ride him any day” whistled the fake redhead.

“He’s so professional though, he picked my card up and didn’t look at my breasts! I wonder if he’s gay?” Her
friend, the brunette considered.

“No –way-, he was totally checking out my chest. It’s not -my- fault you have a cups.”

Dean turned around the column to grin at the pair. “Hello, ladies” He seemed to appear out of nowhere, and
where they thought he was as good looking as the man in the library they were fixated on Sam and huffed
their way down the steps. Dean smirked and scoffed “College girls”

“Sammy!” He approached the counter where there were a few people still in line. “Time to go”

“Hey Dean, you’re early.” Sam looked up from stamping a book.

“You get off at five, its 4:58.” Dean looked at his watch.

“Dude, you’ve never –had- a job. Go wait.” Sam pointed at a leather chair.

The line eventually cleared out and Sam was free to go. He walked over to where Dean was falling asleep in
the comfy leather chair. “Hey”

“Can we have one of these for the house with the white picket fence?” Dean mumbled.

“Come on. Did you notice? There are a lot of girls here, not a lot of guys.” Sam said.

Dean smirked, “Sam, you’ve been in the library all day and didn’t notice that 90% of the people in here were
female and here to ogle you?”

“Huh?” Sam stared at Dean.

“Heard some talking outside: Oh –he’s sooo hot-.” Dean mimicked one of the girls as they headed to the
Impala.

“Shut –up. You did not.”

“Did too, you drive, I’m tired. I’ve been researching all day.” Dean got into the passenger side after he tossed
the car keys to Sam.

“You look tired.” Sam glanced at Dean with a frown. “Did you sleep? I heard you tossing and turning last
night.”

“Not well.” Dean shrugged. “But yeah I slept some.” He didn’t explain that as he slept, he’d been unable to
shake the thoughts in his head.

*

Back at the motel Sam changed out of his work clothes and put on his comfy ones. The day had been
surprisingly good. He loved the job, really he did. He also liked his boss. If it were up to him, he’d stay here.
He came out refreshed and Dean looked up from the table to admire the vision before him.

Sam noted that Dean’s appearance hadn’t changed; his eyes were still bloodshot from lack of real sleep.
“You look awful, Dean.” Sam sat by his brother. “You should try and sleep again before we tackle this thing.”

Dean scoffed and put the coffee mug to his lips. “I’m fine, Sam.” He bit into an Oreo cookie grumpily as he
flipped through Dad’s journal. “I just can’t find this town in Dad’s book.” He said with a petulant glare.

“Cookies and coffee aren’t really supposed to be supper, Dean.” Sam mentioned. “We should probably
order room service.” Dean had a tendency to be predictable in his mood swings because he latched on to
certain repetitive behavioral patterns. When something was bothering him, he ate chocolate, Oreos or M&Ms.

It wasn’t at all helpful that Dean’s brain was teasing the hell out of him. He had already imagined Oreo
crème spread on parts of Sam he shouldn’t be thinking about. He’d waited patiently all day and now Sam
was finished work. Now he was here. “I just have a headache.”

Sam rolled his eyes and rose. He pulled a chair up behind his brother and turned the back around so that as
he sat down, his long legs were on either side of Dean. Dean was more than a little tense. Sam’s hands
rested on his shoulders and began to work the muscles. He’d done it before, but not recently. “God, Dean,
you’re wound up so tight, no wonder you’re in a bad mood.”

“I’m not in a bad mood.” Dean grunted.

“Shut up and enjoy it.” Sam said. Besides, it was an excuse to touch Dean. His thumbs rubbed his brother’s
neck, which drew a moan of pleasure.

Dean stared ahead, acutely aware of Sam’s presence behind him, Sam’s hands on him. His body was in
rapture. The chair backs between them thankfully made it impossible for him to lean back against the
younger man’s chest. It was probably a good thing.

Sam’s fingers were moving down his neck in a slow, sensual rhythm. Dean groaned in pleasure with every
significant rub. A glance back at Sam caused him to blink. There was something there Dean had not seen
before. Pure, naked need, a look that kicked him in the face so hard he reeled from the shock of it. It addled
his senses and messed with every molecule in his being. He was helplessly caught by that look and there
was nothing he could do to escape it.

Who closed the distance between them didn’t matter. What mattered was that their faces were suddenly
close enough to kiss. Sam panted and his warm breath ghosted over Dean’s lips. Their eyes were locked
as his long fingers continued to work over the elder Winchester’s tense bits. “I ... “ Dean cleared his throat.
There was nothing to say.

They connected. It was clumsy at first, Sam hadn’t kissed a man before and he didn’t know how to kiss
Dean. It was all urgency, tongue and pressure. It was not like the dream; it was nothing at –all- like the
dream. It was hot and spicy, the sugar from the Oreo’s tingled Sam’s tongue. They stood quickly, the chairs
flung out of the way.

Like a jungle cat Dean was quick and smooth. He pushed Sam onto the bed and was on top of him in an
instant, his fists in his shirt ready to tear it off. Hearts pounded and heat smoldered between them. Dean
stared at his brother’s eyes. That kiss had burned his soul to the core and the only thing that mattered is
what happened next.

Dean let go of Sam’s shirt and wasn’t prepared to be held in place. “Don’t.” Sam whispered.

“Push me away, Sam.” Dean begged his brother. Hell, I’m not strong enough to push away from you. This
couldn’t happen. They both knew it but they both wanted it but the timing was wrong.

“I can’t.” Sam whimpered. One hand touched Dean’s face and a thumb slid over his lips.

“If you don’t push me away, I’m going to do something we’ll both regret.” Dean rasped, a moan slipped from
him as Sam’s hold tightened.

The Winchester brothers looked into each other’s eyes as they had done many times before. In the past,
neither had known what the other was thinking. The heat and tension swam in the room and threatened to
drown them in their own intensity. This was the first time their thoughts connected. It was painfully obvious
what each was thinking, what they wanted, just as it was clear they couldn’t do it. Not now and maybe not
ever.

“Just hold me, Dean.” Sam offered a way out. It was the only thing he could do because he couldn’t bear to
see the desperate look in Dean’s eyes. “I need you to hold me for a little while.”

“Sammy.” Dean didn’t know if he could handle that. The look in Sam’s eyes undid him. He could do nothing
but oblige his brother. He moved and wordlessly shifted the bedcovers down. They needed a few hours rest
anyway before they went to the Carnival. He opened his arms for Sam to curl into. He kissed Sam’s forehead
and the world was back in place again. He pushed the hair from his brother’s eyes and tilted up his chin.
They both smiled and Dean nodded. “It’s alright Sam.” He promised softly. “We’ll stay like this; I need a few
hours sleep. Everything is alright.”

Sam laid his head back in the crook of Dean’s shoulder and exhaled. It wasn’t alright and they both knew it.
Something primal had just happened and it wasn’t going to go away. He clutched Dean. At least Dean didn’t
leave. Small favors.

*

They had dinner quickly, talking without really talking. Dean had explained what he found out about the string
of deaths and how they all seemed to coincide with the carnival. Usually it was a boy with something to lose
and they never seemed the type to commit the act. Strangely enough, the cops never charged the Carnival
because there was no evidence that linked them to the deaths.

Sam listened to Dean talk and his heart sank. If he knew his brother at all, Dean was going to pretend that
kiss had never happened. “According to the papers there should be a bunch of kids at the Carnival today
since its opening night.”

“Maybe we’ll find your dream girl.” Dean suggested. There was an unreadable look in his eye.

Sam shook his head, “I doubt it.”

“Why?”

There was a sudden expression of intense frustration and annoyance in Sam’s eyes as he glared at Dean.
“Because the dream –girl- wasn’t a girl, Dean. Jesus Christ you are dense sometimes.” Sam downed the
rest of his beer. He jerked a thumb at the mirror across from them. Since they had already paid, Sam rose to
his feet.

“Aw, hell” Dean’s brain finally caught on and drew in a sharp breath. “Sammy-“

But Sam was already at the door and ignored Dean’s call.

Chapter Seven

Sam sat in the passenger side of the Impala while Dean drove the car. He was angry, frustrated and there
were a million things to say that he couldn’t.

Dean was quiet and sent Sam sidelong looks every now and then. The couple of hours of sleep with Sam
tangled up in his arms had been good for him, but Dean was still not at one hundred percent and he knew it.
They arrived near the Carnival and Dean raised an eyebrow. The parking area was packed. He found a place
for the Impala and was just about to say something when Sam quickly stepped out of the car. They picked
out a couple of guns and hid them in their jackets just in case. Tonight was the preliminary reconnaissance
mission.

“Are you going to spend the entire night not talking to me?” said Dean as they walked towards the ticket
booth.

“Only if you spend the entire night being an asshole.” Sam retorted sullenly.

Dean scoffed and bought them the tickets. The place was pretty crowded even though it was only a quarter
past eight. He had thought it didn’t look like much at first, but now huge tents had been erected and several
rides had long lineups. He spied pink balls of fluff and sugar in an ancient machine. “Oh, cotton candy!” He
waggled his eyebrows at Sam.

Sam rolled his eyes, Dean was always predictable when it came to sugar. He glanced over at the edge of
the Carnival. The tree line was decorated with strings of fancy colored lights. They sparkled, blinked and
beckoned as they brightened up the darkness. He’d seen those lights in his vision. It was then he caught the
sound of the Carousel and his bones chilled.

Dean looked up at Sam and noticed his set jaw. “What is it? Do you recognize something?”

The taller Winchester nodded, “Yeah.” He didn’t want to go anywhere near that Carousel. He suddenly
wanted to get back into the Impala and be as far away from this town as possible.

“Is that where you kiss me?” The flippant words were out of Dean’s mouth before he realized how callous
they sounded.

Sam rounded on Dean, so angry that he couldn’t get any words out. Out of the corner of his eye he chanced
to see the same oriental boy he’d seen earlier that day. Instead of fighting with Dean, Sam shoved his
brother to the side and sprinted.

The oriental boy was headed towards the bigtop with several other children. It dawned on Sam that they were
dressed in modern clothing and something was not right. The boy exclaimed in surprise when Sam grabbed
the back of his shirt.

“Hey, get off me! Perve!” The boy kicked as Sam lifted him up.

The others in the group of twelve year olds surrounded Sam. Dean skidded to a halt as Sam dropped the
kid. “Sorry, my mistake, I thought you were someone else.”

The group of Carnie teens looked between Sam and Dean as though they were attempting to size them up.
“What are you a couple of queers?” One guy joked and backed off at Dean’s glare.

“No, no you just looked exactly like uh…. A friend of mine’s son who went missing a..a while back.” Sam
couldn’t think of anything else to say, he could swear it was the same boy, but he so obviously different from
the one he’d seen pitching ball.

“Hey, the Rube is expecting us. Lets book, we don’t want to be late again.” The lead boy told the others and
encouraged them to head away.

“What the fuck was that about?” Dean asked Sam.

“Dean, I saw that guy, but it wasn’t him. He was in clothing from the days of the depression and I saw him
playing ball with his brother.”

“Were they ghosts?” Dean considered.

“Looks like.” Sam nodded. "I heard Carousel music in the vision."

“We should check it out.” Dean said after a few tense moments passed.

“No.” Sam shook his head.

“Sam” said Dean as he put his hands on his hips. “I’m not going to attack you and you’re not going to kill me.
Can we just investigate this thing?”

“You don’t attack me, Dean.” Sam muttered under his breath.

“You’ve not exactly explained in detail what happens.” Dean noted as they walked through the crowd towards
the Carousel which was surrounded by kids.

“That’s because you don’t care.” Sam seemed very close to being irrationally mad again.

“I do so care.” Dean stopped them and grabbed Sam by the jacket sleeve.

Sam retorted, “Prove it.”

“Sam, we’re on a hunt. Can we deal with the emotion crap later?”

Sam growled his annoyance and huffed. “Ok, fine. But you’re not off the hook.”

Dean could live with that. He nodded. “Ok, let’s go.”

The Carousel was not that hard to find. It was quite the site for a traveling Carnival. It was obviously old and
had seen more than its fair share of decades. Sam raised his eyebrows as he saw that the ride had more
than just horses. There were unicorns, dragons and all sorts of fantastic beasts to play with. Each post had
a different creature that was somehow unique.

“Isn’t it amazing?” A lady said, she must be watching her brother ride; she was too old to be a parent. “There’
s always something new every year on the Carousel. See, that mermaid wasn’t there before.” The woman
smiled faintly as she watched the machine turn.

Sam glanced down at the woman, “Really?” She was young, couldn’t be more than twenty three, maybe
twenty four.

“My son likes the different types of dragons they have every year.” She indicates the twisty, serpent form that
held a boy who looked about nine or perhaps ten. “Do you have a child on the Carousel?” She asked Sam,
her blue eyes gazed up at him.

He stammered as his brain raced. She must have been very young when the boy was born. “N-no, we’re just
taking a look around. I’m Sam Winsor, I work at the library. This is my brother Dean.”

“Angela Darling.” She told Sam shaking his hand. “Don’t let the name fool you. My husband was no Darling
and I get the Peter Pan jokes all the time, so please don’t start. I’ve heard them all.”

“Was?”

“He died when he was nineteen.” The woman said with a sigh. “He ran with the wrong crowd. His death was
the best thing that ever happened to me, really. Please don’t get that pity look everyone else gives me.”

Angela was a good looking woman and her curves were in all the right places. She had spiky short black
hair and bright blue eyes. Her outfit was neither conservative nor provocative. In fact, she looked fairly normal.
She reminded Sam a little of Jess.

Dean cleared his throat as he took in the exchange of looks between his brother and the woman. “We
wouldn’t dream of it. He was nineteen? If you don’t mind me asking, what happened?”

“I don’t. I’ve been over it a long time. He committed suicide; he hung himself in the woods. Cops said he’d
been drinking but I know him. He was probably stoned.”

“Which woods?” Dean asked.

Angela indicated the tree line. “He came out a few months after the Carnival left that year and that was the
last we saw of him.”

“Sorry to hear that.” Sam said sincerely.

Angela smiled, “It’s alright. Oh the rides stopped. Hi Alex, did you have fun?” The boy came bounding
towards his mother.

“Mom! Can I go again? It was super fantastic, I was just about to kill the black knight and the ride stopped!!!”

“Sweetie we have to get home soon, the lines too long.”

Sam and Dean looked at each other. The kid seemed a little old for a Carousel ride to be affecting him like
that. He was practically brimming with excitement and energy. They watched Angela and her son head off.

“What do you think?” Dean asked.

Sam cleared his throat. “I think we need to get on that ride.”

“Dude, it’s a Carousel. It’s for kids. They won’t let us on.”

“You have the fake ids back home?”

“Sure.”

“Isn’t there one that I used once which said I was eighteen so we could get into that movie?”

“Yeah, but…”

“Look.”

Sam pointed at the rule board for the Carousel which read:

“Maximum age for riding: 19.”

“You’re crazy if you think I’m going to let you go on that alone.” Dean barked.

“I can take care of myself.”

They both glared at each other, their wills fighting even when there were no words. “I’ll go get the I.D.” Dean
finally growled. “You wait here.”

Sam smirked; he knew he could get Dean to relent. So, he waited, leaning on the back of a Carvan.

A movement in the shadows made him twitch slightly. “Sam Winchester.” The sweet voice prickled his skin.
He turned to see an oriental woman standing before him. She was dressed all in black and gauze with fish
net stockings and gloves. Silk flowed around her, various dragons painted on it.

“How do you know my name?” He breathed out.

She smiled and indicated the Caravan he leant against. She was the fortune teller. Lady Obsidienne. “I know
many things. If you cross my palm with silver, I will show you what you seek.” She put her hands together and
bowed politely. Her oriental accent was heavy and Sam felt himself unable to resist her.

He nodded without another word. “Show Me.”

Chapter Eight

Sam entered the trailer first. He felt strange; he was being drawn into the trailer by something he couldn’t
explain. She directed him to take a seat and with trepidation, he finally sat down on the sofa.

The trailer was all gaudy muted colors, beads, silk and satin. There was a round wooden table and a chair
across from the sofa. The wood on the chair was old and worn; Sam could have sworn it looked like dead
wood. He decided it was probably just part of the décor. Oriental tapestries decorated the walls and there
was a mural on the ceiling he couldn’t quite make out. It was a swirl of tails and feathers that boggled the
mind. A beaded curtain obscured what looked like it must be the bedroom. He thought he saw something
move inside but a second glance indicated it had been nothing. The trailer was empty except for the two of
them.

“I thought this place was run by Deaf people?” He said as he sat down and fished in his wallet for some
money.

“You have a very expressive mouth, Samuel Winchester. It is not difficult to read.”

The words touched him and his head snapped to her eyes. Sam’s whole body tensed as she met his eyes.
“Are you reading my lips?”

“Yes.” She said simply.

The words came forth and the hairs on the back of his neck twitched. He didn’t like this at all. Everything
about this woman was wrong right down to the fact that she should be on some exotic Far East stage, not
here and now. She offered him some ginseng tea which he did not decline. It was warm and the night was
chilly. It was a drink he wouldn’t normally accept, but tonight was not a normal night.

“Have you always been unable to hear?” He asked as he put the teacup back down. He felt oddly relaxed
now. The initial fear was gone and he put some money on the table.

“It is the price we paid.” She said softly. “We hear a different world, Samuel Winchester.”

He swallowed as she held out her hand for his palm and let her take it. “I don’t usually do this.”

“I know.” She nodded wisely. “You have a very strong hand, Samuel.” Her fingers glided over his smooth
skin. “More strength than you know.”

“What do you see?”

“Love” She said almost immediately. “You loved her a great deal, or you tried.”

Sam’s eyebrows rose, “Tried? You mean Jessica. I did love her.”

The fortune teller shook her head. “No, you were in love with the idea of love. She was your dream of a
normal life. Your heart was already taken. He doesn’t know it, does he?”

Sam shivered, unable to pull away. She scared him with that incredible insight. How did she know? His lips
were dry and he had to reach for the tea again. “No he doesn’t, and every time I try to tell him he pushes me
away.”

“He’s loved you and wanted you since you were a teenager. You broke his heart once. He’s not going to let it
happen again.”

“H-huh?” Sam stammered.

“You left him. He’s afraid you’ll leave again. Everyone he loves leaves him.” The fortune teller told Sam softly.
“He hates himself because he loves you. He goes from woman to woman but is never satisfied. He wants
you. He hates it because he is bound to protect you even from him. He will do nothing because he hates
himself.”

“Oh… god.” Sam swallowed, “I didn’t know.”

“I see pain.” She said in her sad soft voice. “Great pain, you will cause him pain and he will suffer.”

Sam trembled, the world around him was crashing down but he maintained focus. “What can I do?” He
asked her hoarsely.

“To save him?” She stared at Sam. “You can’t. It is fate. There is only one way to stop his pain and that is
through death. He will die, Sam, all that you can do now is choose the way. And you must tell him, you must
tell him before it is too late.”

Shaken to the core, Sam stared at the fortune teller. “Tell him what?”

“That you love him.” She said with a smile. “That is all I see.”

“Wait, there must be more. There –has- to be more!” Sam nearly shouted, desperate.

Outside, Dean called his name. “Sam? Sammy? Where the hell are you?” His brother had apparently
returned with the ID cards.

The fortune teller settled her hands together as she released Sam’s. “That is all. You may go now.”

Sam’s breathing was heavy as he rose. His blood pounded inside him and he stumbled slightly in his haste
to leave. When Dean saw him exit the Caravan with an ashen expression all snide comments he’d been
about to make were set aside and Dean rushed to Sam’s side.

“Sam, what the hell were you doing in there?” Dean reached for his brother who shook his support away.

“Nothing, it’s just a bunch of crap. You got them?” He asked Dean.

Dean frowned as he looked back at the trailer doorway. “Yeah, but you look like you need to sit down or
something. You’re shaking.” Concern creased Dean’s brow, and that only made Sam feel worse.

“Dean, can we just go back to the motel and do this tomorrow night?” Sam asked with a sigh as he exhaled.

“Sam… “ Dean didn’t like the idea of putting things off, he never did. Sam looked horrible though and he
wasn’t up to deal with monsters. Had Dean been the kind of person to admit things to himself, he’d admit
that he also wasn’t up to it himself. There was just something wrong with the timing. “Hey, it’s ok.” He patted
Sam’s shoulder and pocketed the ID. “Ok. We’ll come back tomorrow.”

“Really?” Sam’s eyes widened. Dean had never stopped a hunt before, for any reason.

“Yeah, you look like shit. Let’s go home.”

Home, Sam’s stomach knotted. He stared at his brother, and nodded.

The Impala was quiet on the drive back. Sam kept his breath steady and his eyes on the dashboard. He
couldn’t begin to explain how he felt about what the fortuneteller told him.

“Sam.” Dean said after a while. “Look it. You make your own fate, and you know that. I can’t believe you went
in there.” He parked the car and they both got out.

Sam shook his head, “I don’t want to talk about it Dean.”

On the way inside, Dean shut the door and pulled off his jacket. “She must have said something to make you
all jittery.”

Sam went right for the fridge to get a beer. “She did.” He tossed one to Dean. “But I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Alright, Alright” He shook his head and snorted. Dean caught the beer and screwed off the cap. He put the
bottle to his lips and sucked on the cool liquid.

This of course did nothing to help matters. Sam could only watch Dean’s lips wrap around the bottle and
think of the fortuneteller’s words.

“Dean…” Sam pulled off his own jacket and set down his guns. Whatever he was about to say would have to
wait. He had to do this.

He closed the space between them with several long strides and cornered a surprised Dean against the
wall. His hands gripped Dean’s shoulders and they both stared at each other. Sam crushed their lips
together. When Dean tried to push him away, he gripped both of Dean’s hands and pulled them above his
head. He kicked his brother’s legs apart and grinded into him, the friction sending shock waves of need
down his body. The kiss was not kind, it he bit down when Dean wouldn’t surrender his lips. Finally, Dean
opened his mouth in a moan and there was no more resistance. Sam plundered Dean’s lips. His tongue
relished the taste offered to him and he released his brother’s hands. “I want you.” Sam whispered hotly
against Dean’s bruised lips. “You want me too, and you can’t deny it.”

Dean’s sigh was heavy as he looked at Sam. “Sammy.” It was really hard to think with Sam’s tongue tracing
his collar bone. His hands had minds of their own too as they slid down his brother’s long back to rest on
his buttocks.

Sam was desperate. He didn’t want to let Dean think. If what the fortune teller said was true he could lose
Dean. If he let Dean think, this wouldn’t happen. So instead of allowing any time to let Dean’s brain get in the
way he tugged at jean buttons and shirts and was rewarded finally with no resistance.

Clothes were discarded rapidly and Sam molded their bodies together. He wanted to feel every inch of Dean
against him, his warmth, his need, his love. He’d never done this before; he’d never touched a man. He
knew what he liked and his hands found every sensitive spot on his brother he could locate and rub. Hell, he
could probably come just by touching Dean.

Dean was in a strange combination of heaven and hell. Each time their lips connected he lost a bit of his
resolve to do this in a sane and rational fashion. There was nothing rational about the way he wanted Sam
and he knew he couldn’t expect Sam to take him; not yet. Sam was very obviously a virgin in that respect.
“Sammy –Sam. Listen.” Dean’s breath hitched in his throat when Sam’s fist closed around his hard cock
and rubbed it fervently.

“Don’t wanna.” Sam mumbled as his lips nibbled warm flesh. “Want you.”

Dean had prayed for those words for so long in his subconscious he wanted only to let Sam have his way.
“Sammy love, Samsquach listen to me.” He whispered as he forced Sam’s chin up so that he could look into
the heated desperate eyes. “I want you too. Slow down, ok? Just take a minute to breathe. You’re going too
fast.”

Sam hadn’t heard that nickname in a long time. His tummy tingled and he searched his brother’s eyes. He
saw the sincerity and smiled a smile that lit up his face like sunshine. “Promise we won’t stop?”

“We won’t stop. We’re just going to do this right.” Dean said softly. He smacked Sam’s ass gently. “On the
bed, -now-”

Sam scrambled to obey; he knew that tone meant Dean was back in control. He pulled open the covers and
found a comfortable spot. He turned around to look over at Dean who rummaged in his bag.

“I stopped at the drug store for supplies while I picked up the IDs.” He told Sam as he pulled out a thin bottle
of what looked like lubricant and a package of condoms.

Sam’s breath quickened, it really was going to happen. This wasn’t a dream. He watched, a rapt expression
in his eyes as Dean expertly peeled the plastic off of the tube and condom box. He was fascinated when
more than just one was selected and put on the dresser with the lube.

Dean took a deep breath and looked down at Sam. His eyes feasted on the long lean body laid out before
him. Every day dream he’d ever had of losing himself in Sam was about to come true. “I’m not going to fuck
you, Sam.” He informed his surprised sibling as he knelt on the bed. “You’re going to fuck me.”

Chapter Nine

This was not one of his endless one night stands. This was different and he had to be careful. Dean looked
at Sam stretched out before him and it took every inch of his self control not to ravage what was freely given.
This one moment had to be perfect because it was built on years of pent up need. “Sammy.” Dean knelt on
the bed and lifted one of his brother’s large hands in his and kissed the tip of each digit. “I want to touch you
so badly I don’t know where to start.” It was the truth, he was lost. He kissed his way down Sam’s long arm
to his shoulder and up his neck. They were soft, feather light kisses. Each one seared Sam’s skin with
sensual force until Dean was settled on top of him.

Sam’s voice was soft as he looked into Dean’s eyes, his own dark with desire. “I want to touch you too.” His
hands slipped over Dean’s shoulders and ran down his back. “This is weird.” He admitted.

“Why?” Dean’s tongue played with Sam’s lower lip. He teased and nibbled on it. He was balanced on his
elbows and knees, their cocks aligned together.

“I’m not sure what to do.” Sam felt his cheeks warm.

Dean suggested “How about you find a place you like touching?” Sam was right, this was strange, but it felt
so good.

“I like this.” Sam grinned. His hand almost immediately went to Dean’s cock.

Dean growled and nipped Sam’s jaw. A tiny mark was left which he intended to work on through the night.
“Get the lube, Sammy.” He whispered. “Spread it on your fingers.” He couldn’t begin to imagine what those
fingers would feel like, they were fucking huge.

Sam squirmed under Dean and reached for the lube. The motion only added friction to his cock and by now
its arousal was loud and clear. Sam made the mistake of lobbing too much into his hand and nearly losing
control of the lube bottle. “Now what?”

“Slip one finger into my ass.” Dean instructed as his lips mapped a trail up and down Sam’s neck and jaw.

“You sure I’m not going to hurt you?” Sam’s eyes widened.

“You won’t, I know what I’m doing.” Dean reassured. He smiled when Sam caressed his opening.

“How often have you done this?” Sam inquired a spark in his eyes.

“Jealousy does not become you, Sammy.” He whispered heatedly. A low moan escaped his lips when he felt
one long finger slip in easily.
Sam shifted his finger in the tight hole, “How many times, Dean? I want to know.” He marveled at the idea
that he’d be putting his cock in there. It was so small and tight.

“A lot more times than I can count on two hands and that you want to know about.” Dean smirked and nipped
the bruise he’d already made.

“Well, this is the last time you’ll do this with anyone else.” Sam told him fiercely, “Because you won’t be able
to remember anything but me.”

The possessive sound to Sam’s tone tingled Dean’s spine, he could only respond with another groan of
pleasure as Sam’s finger wiggled deeper and explored. “Stretch me.” Dean said softly. “Add another.”

Add another? Sam obeyed. He couldn’t believe how warm it was, that small space. The tip of his finger
grazed something that made Dean’s whole body shiver.

Dean made a few incoherent sounds as his muscles shook. He tried to get words out to instruct Sam but
sparks were in his eyes and his brother wouldn’t stop rubbing. “Jesus, fuck…” Dean gasped. “Add another
finger Sam. One more, then I’ll be ready for you.”

Sam’s mind exploded as he stared at the rapturous expression on his brother’s face. His dilated eyes, the
flecks of sparkling amber, oh god, he was gorgeous. “Don’t come yet. Come with me in you.” Sam implored.

As always, Dean couldn’t resist that look. He nodded. “I’m ready.” Sam drew his fingers out and Dean
pushed himself up to rest on his knees. He straddled Sam and winked, “Shift your ass; I’m not going to do
all the work. When I do this to you, it’ll be a little different, but I’m not a virgin.”

“Fuck you neither am I.” Sam growled hotly. He shifted nonetheless.

“Bitch, you are, trust me.” Dean snickered.

“Jerk” Sam muttered.

Dean picked up a condom, peeled it open and stretched it out. “This is going to be nothing like a girl, Sam.”
He slipped the ridge over Sam’s head and was rewarded with a gasp and moan. “One day, I’ll show you how
to do that with your mouth.”

Sam’s cock twitched as Dean’s fingers stroked it over the condom. He gripped his brother’s forearms. “If you
keep doing that, I’m gonna lose it.”

Dean grasped both of Sam’s hands and pushed them back to the bed. He lifted himself up and positioned
himself until he could feel the swollen cockhead nudge his entrance. “You ready to go for the ride of your life,
little brother?” He whispered, his fingers laced with Sam’s. An answer was not expected and Dean dived
down. He captured Sam’s lips in a savage kiss that claimed him utterly. At the very same time he pushed
down, nice and slow until he was filled to the hilt. He released Sam’s lips and stared down at the surprise,
shock and pleasure he found in the vision before him.

“So fucking… god…” Sam could hardly speak. “Tight. So tight, am I hurting you?”

“I’m getting used to the pain. Give it a minute.” Dean reassured. “You’re huge, baby brother. It’s not like I’ve
got a six inch up my ass.”

Sam couldn’t help but laugh. Even now, Dean held the reins. He wanted to move –needed- to move. If he
couldn’t move soon he was going to explode. Dean shifted a few times on top of him and wriggled slightly.
He could see the expression of pain his brother tried to hide. He couldn’t imagine anyone doing this to Dean.
If they did after this moment, he’d kill them. Finally, he saw the expression change and Dean exhaled.

“Alright, move, Sam.” He commanded and his lips once again found their way to fevered skin.

Once the command was given a dam broke loose in Sam. The first time he pulled in and out of Dean it was
slow as he was scared of the pain he’d cause. Then after a few more attempts he couldn’t stop himself from
an increase in speed and force. Dean was right; he’d never experienced anything like this before. The tight
walls clenched him and sent shock waves through his body. He sputtered, gasped and whimpered as Dean
rode his thrusts. There was no more sound but flesh against flesh, a harsh moan and every now and then a
shout. “Dean!” Sam cried his brother’s name like a prayer. He’d lost it completely. He slammed his cock up
only to be met with equal force as Dean pressed down. He longed to touch but Dean wouldn’t let go of his
hands.

As for Dean, his will was tattered. Sam’s cock stretched and fucked him as if every second counted. Their
kisses were hot and feverish as Dean worked on the mark on Sam’s jaw. He wanted that mark; he wanted it
to be clear to Sam who he belonged to. “You’re mine, Sam.” He told his brother and that was what caused
the first orgasm to ripple through Sam’s body.

It started at his toes and then a rush forced its way through every vein to his head and he gasped for breath.
Warm seed spurted out of his swollen member. The force of it hit him so hard that Sam’s eyes squeezed
shut and he shook with emotion. Dean gathered him in his arms and held him close as he kissed Sam’s
ear and whispered soothingly. Even though he hadn’t hit his own release, Dean didn’t care. That had been
for Sam. “Easy, love.” He crooned gently as he slipped off of Sam and drew the younger Winchester back into
his arms and held him tight. Sam still shook, but not with quite so much force. “I’ve never rendered anyone
speechless before.” Dean murmured.

Sam mumbled something incoherent and clung to Dean. Eventually, his breath became steadier and he
finally rasped out. “Fuck, I gotta work in the morning. How the hell am I gonna work?”

“You’re the one who wanted a job.” Dean smirked. “You could always quit and we could get back to our real
jobs.”

“No, I made a commitment.” Sam said softly. “Dean, its six weeks only and you promised.”

“You used that look. How am I supposed to refuse that? You tricked me into promising.” Dean retorted.

“Dean, don’t wanna argue.” Sam purred. “You’re still hard.”

“Mmm hmm.” Dean nodded.

“Did I do ok? You didn’t come…” Sam gave Dean a worried look.

“It was your first time Sam. I didn’t expect you to know everything. I’ll teach you to angle properly next time.” He
ruffled his brother’s hair fondly.

“I –did- hurt you.” Sam’s lips trembled.

“You did not hurt me, Sam.” Dean said sternly. “Listen, do you remember when your fingers were inside me.
Do you remember what you felt?”

“Yeah.”

“That’s what you’re aiming for …” There was a yelp of surprise from Dean. Sam had slipped two fingers into
him without warning. “Wh-at are you…”

“Getting you to come,” Sam grinned mischievously. He wiggled his fingers in and added a third which made
Dean groan. His free hand cupped his brother’s cock and slowly he slid them in and out as he searched for
the spot he’d found before.

There wasn’t much chance of a protest to this. Dean was too far gone by the time the third finger was inside
him. “Sammyyyy…” He cried out.

“There.” Sam’s eyes lit up. “Is this it?”

Dean arched and writhed on the bed, confirmation that Sam had found it. It didn’t take long to encourage his
release with fingers in his ass and on his cock. Dean swore and Sam fell back against him. “Yeah, that was
it…” He rasped.

Sam’s smile was wide and satisfied as he curled back up to Dean. “Now we can both sleep.” He gave a
long sigh. “Though this bed is kinda sticky, Lets move to the other one.”

“Wash up first.” Dean recommended.

“You coming in?” Sam rose to his feet reluctant to let go of Dean.

Dean shook his head, “I’ll take one after you.”

Sam didn’t know what to do. There was something in Dean’s eyes that worried him. He seemed a little
detached. He leant over to kiss Dean and received a response. At least Dean wasn’t going to pull away. He
worried that when he came out of the shower, things would be back to the way they were. “Promise me
something.” He said to Dean.

“Huh?” Dean looked up. “Sure, what?”

“Promise me that you won’t look on this as a mistake.”

“Oh hell no, hell no Sammy,” Dean reached for Sam’s hands and tried to reassure his brother. “I’m not going
to change into Mr perfect y’know.” He told his brother.

“I wouldn’t want you to.” Sam smiled. “I just want to know that when I come back out here, you will still be
here.”

“I’m not going anywhere.” Dean said as he kissed Sam. “Now, go clean up. You’ve only got a few hours of
sleep left.”

“Yes, mum.” Sam grinned, satisfied. He entered the bathroom and stepped into the shower. Within a few
minutes the warm water washed away his fears.

Dean rose from the bed and rubbed his ass. He couldn’t deny that it was in pain and that was what he’d tried
to conceal from Sam. The first time was always rough, he knew it. Sam was insecure and didn’t know what
he was doing. He reached for a beer from the fridge and had a swig. His mind drew back to his own first
time with Bobby. He’d been sloppy and unprepared. The elder Winchester heard Sam sigh in the shower
and smiled. Why waste time?

Dean set the beer down and stepped into the bathroom. Sam looked up in surprise and smiled as his
brother got into the tub behind him and picked up the soap.

This –was- perfect, Sam decided. He vowed that nothing would take Dean from him. This is what he’d
always wanted.

Why then was something tingling in the back of his mind. It shouted at him that something wasn’t right.
There was something he missed.

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