FIC: The First In Line
AUTHOR: Rufferto
PAIRING: Sam/Dean
PREMISE: Setting is a couple of episodes into Season Two. Just after “bloodlust”. Dean is cracking,
Sam’s arm is broken. Lust and Pain drives Dean over the edge and Sam needs to pull him back
before it’s too late. I guess there might be a couple of spoilers for the first few episodes if you haven't
seen them.
WARNING: Wincest, Angst, Violence. A couple of spoilers.
RATING: NC17
DISCLAIMER: I do not own them. I am not making any money.
Do you even know what the devil does
He drives a man 'til he can't take no more
I was a young man then, I was a young man then
Spending time on the killing floor
-Motorhead “Joy Of Labour”
Chapter One
It wasn’t like he hadn’t thought about it before and there were thousands of reasons why he should
not be thinking about it now. Of course he’d told himself this as long as he could remember. Sam
Winchester shifted uncomfortably in the motel room armchair. He was 23 years old and in his whole
life he had not had a moment’s peace.
“Ok, life so far.” Sam muttered to himself. He’d given up thinking about the future. What was the point
when he didn’t think he’d live to see 24? He stared up at the ceiling. Where the hell was Dean? His
brother was staying out later and later lately. He had a tendency to come back drunk, too. Today was
likely going to be no different.
He tried to help Dean deal and he knew that his brother was having a difficult time with everything. In
the last year he’d cheated death twice, who wouldn’t be having difficulty with that? Sam sighed, he’d
tried his best to get through to Dean but this time it might take a miracle. Since meeting Gordon, Dean
was dealing with a lot of inner turmoil. The idea that he might be responsible for killing things that
weren’t evil was weighing on his conscious and Sam understood. They’d been raised to kill first, ask
questions later.
Sam ran the fingers of his good hand through his hair. He honestly hated the inconvenience of a
broken arm. It reminded him that he was human but it was still a pain in the ass. It made fighting
difficult and painful. Dean would look at him from time to time and Sam just knew that he was blaming
himself for it. Sam sagged in his chair, letting his head fall back on the cushion. It was almost one in
the morning and Dean wasn’t back yet. He thought about calling his brother but that would seem like
he was being a nursemaid or something. He was tired of getting the run around jokes and glares. I’m
ok, he’d said. Dean wasn’t ok. There was no way anyone could be ok after that.
Dean stumbled down the hall; the happy buzz had knocked out any sensible thought from his head. It
had been a good night, he’d won some money and danced with a couple of loose women and a very
attractive man. He didn’t want to go back to the motel and face Sammy’s reproachful eyes. God, if
Sam only knew what he really was thinking at times. He was glad Sam’s ability was just visions
because if it was anything else, he’d run so far and fast there would be fire on the street from the
haste of his exit. He didn’t remember exactly when he’d begun to think of Sam differently and he didn’t
care. He was going to hell anyway who cared what nasty erotic thoughts he had of his own little
brother?
Driven by revenge and the thoughts that Dad had placed in his head and ingrained into him it was
Dean’s job to kill evil. Gordon said it was black and white, no shades of grey. If it wasn’t human, kill it.
He wondered if Dad would say if it wasn’t female don’t let it fuck you too. As a kid growing up the way
he had he’d learnt to take pleasure where he could get it. Sammy didn’t seem to need release the way
Dean did after a hunt. It was the one thing that kept him alive and made damn sure that he didn’t act
on any hidden desires.
Its not that he hated this life, really, he loved it. Dean liked the freedom. He was off the grid, no one
could find him. He didn’t pay taxes or health insurance. He was not part of the system, he had his own
system and that’s the way he liked it. He loved his job; it was his calling. He was a hunter and he’d
never be a husband and father with a nine to fiver.
He was very close to drunk though tonight and hadn’t had release yet. It was a bad idea to go back to
the motel room but he had no choice he couldn’t hang out in the Impala all night it was –freezing-. He
would take a cold shower and sleep. He would do nothing about the pain inside tonight. Hopefully he’d
have more luck and find someone to stick his cock into at the next small town.
He fumbled with the keys and practically fell into the room. His entrance woke up a startled Sam who
stared at his brother in concern. “Dean?” He yawned. “Fuck what time is it?” He looked towards the
clock.
“Late.” Dean shrugged and dropped his jacket on a chair. It smelled of stale cigarette smoke and beer.
Sam wrinkled his nose. “It’s cold out, I was worried.” He said, his eyes tracked Dean as his brother
moved to the bathroom and splashed water on his face.
‘You should be sleeping.” Dean noted. He pulled of his shirt, unbuttoned his jeans and fell into a
nearby chair, his legs spread out lounge style. “What’s on TV?”
“Same shit as the last motel.” Sam shrugged. “I didn’t find anything in the papers.”
“No? What about online? Nothing in the area?” Dean stared at Sam.
It was the kind of look that always unnerved his younger brother. It made Sam feel like Dean was
mentally thinking of something else. “Nothing” Sam shook his head. “It’s a quiet week.”
“Damnit I don’t want quiet.” Dean grunted. “You sure there’s nothing?”
“Actually, I’m glad there’s nothing.” Sam said. “But I don’t like seeing you this way. You’re drinking too
much.”
The straightforward words drew a scowl from Dean. “Not that much, I know my limits, Sammy. Hunter
can’t be drunk.”
“You are. Dean you stink.” Sam kept wary eyes on his brother.
“The bar was a dive.” He shrugged. “I am not drunk Sam, and if I were, it’d be none of your business
anyway.”
“The hell it would, I’m your brother and I care about you. I’m not going to let you go off half cocked
cause you’ve got a chip on your shoulder the size of Greenland.”
“What the hell’s Greenland?”
Sam rolled his eyes. “Dean.” He spread his hands. “You have to get it together. Talk to me.”
“Aw hell not this crap again. What does it take to shut you up, Sam?”
“I’ll keep asking until you get it off your chest.”
“Sam, you’re pissing me off.” Dean warned. It was probably a bad idea to not immediately take a cold
shower. Sam seemed to be intent on picking a fight.
“Good. Then you’d at least show some emotion and deal!” Sam glared.
Dean jumped to his feet and pulled Sam to his by his shirt. “I am dealing!” He shouted. “I am so
fucking tired of hearing you telling me what to think. Damnit, Sam, just shut up!”
“Dean…” Sam started.
“I said shut up.” Dean growled. “Christ, what does it take?”
The next thing Sam knew Dean’s lips were on his. What was worse, he was responding! Sam’s head
reeled as he attempted to get out of his brother’s iron grip. The taste of liquor was strong, but there
was something different, a flavor Sam had a feeling he could get addicted to pretty quickly. This was
Dean’s unique flavor. It was his fire and essence. Sam stopped struggling and let Dean grip him
tightly, he couldn’t believe how quickly his body was reacting to the savage thrust of Dean’s tongue.
The kiss not like a first kiss should be. It was all raw with hunger and pain, like a wild animal who hadn’
t fed in a week.
Finally, Dean released his lips and panted. His green eyes were intense as he stared into Sam’s dark
ones. In a clear warning tone he said. “If you don’t stop that shit, I’m going to make you regret it, Sam.
That is just a taste of what I’m capable of. If you think I’ll stop at a kiss next time, think again.”
Dean released his stunned brother and stalked back into the bathroom.
Chapter Two
Sam rubbed his sore arm. He’d chickened out and quickly got into bed shortly after Dean had kissed
him not exactly wanting to see his brother’s temper turned on him again. Especially like that. He heard
Dean come out of the bathroom about twenty minutes later and closed his eyes. The kiss kept playing
over and over in his mind. It had touched every part of his being and he felt like Dean had ripped him
open and left him bleeding. It was not that he was afraid of Dean but he had been harboring this
secret guilt for so many years he couldn’t believe it was out in the open. There had been no words of
comfort, no ‘”It’s ok to feel this way. It’s ok to want your own brother.” Dean had kissed him to punish
him, not to give him pleasure. It had killed any thought in his head that those subtle looks had
anything to do with love. Sam tensed when he felt Dean sit on the edge of his bed.
“Sammy, are you awake?” Dean’s voice was a lot calmer now. It didn’t hold raw fury. Maybe it was safe
to move. Sam wasn’t taking any chances, though. Dean shifted on the bed and Sam could feel his
gaze. He always knew when Dean was looking at him. “Sam?” He felt Dean’s hand shake his shoulder
gently.
With a sigh, Sam turned over on his side and opened his eyes. His plan had been to pretend sleep
until he heard Dean snore lightly. Unfortunately, it didn’t look like Dean was going to let him off lightly.
Dean gazed down at Sam with troubled eyes inspecting the damage. The bruise on his lip was pretty
obvious. Dean compressed his mouth in a thin line.
Sam was damn sure that was the only part of him hurt that Dean would see. “Yeah.” He nodded.
He could tell Dean was having difficulty trying to figure out what to say but he wasn’t prepared for the
fleeting look of fear in his brother’s eyes. “I’m sorry.” Dean said finally. “I was way out of line. It won’t
happen again.”
Dean’s hand rested on his shoulder and Sam put his hand over Dean’s, linking their fingers. “Don’t
sweat it.” Sam smiled faintly. “I can be a pain in the ass.”
Dean’s eyes dropped to Sam’s hand and his jaw set with a slight tremble. “There’s a rage in me,
Sam.” He whispered. “I need action, I need a hunt. I can’t sit around and do nothing. It’s making me
crazy.”
“We’ll find something.” Sam sat up. “I’ll call Ellen; see if anything’s come up.”
Dean sighed. He lifted his eyes to study Sam’s face. The silence between them stretched and he
finally lowered his gaze. “Your lip bled.” He noted.
Sam shrugged, “It’s nothing. Dean I’m tired. Let’s get some sleep, ok?”
Dean just nodded and rose to go to his own bed. He looked back down at Sam. “Was that the first
time you ever got kissed by a guy?”
Sam stared up at Dean, scoffed and flushed slightly. “Of course it was!” He grunted.
Dean rubbed the back of his neck. “Good. If I ever catch you kissing another guy, I’ll kill him, and then
I’ll kick your ass. That’s a promise.”
Sam stared at Dean, wide-eyed. What the hell did THAT mean?
Dean’s eyes were dark as he looked down at Sam. His thumb traced Sam’s lower lip and he grinned.
“If you want to get laid, I’m cool with you fucking some chick. But the only man you’ll ever kiss or touch
is me. Is that understood? No man touches you but me, ever.”
Sam gaped at Dean, one minute he was apologizing, the next he was threatening death. They had
only kissed once, and he’d said it wouldn’t happen again. Aw hell, Sam was more confused now than
when Dean had kissed him. “Yes, uh, sure.” Sam could only nod.
Dean snorted. “Move over.”
“What?”
“Are you deaf? Move over.”
Not wanting to add to Dean’s irritation, Sam shifted to the other side of the bed. His confusion was
clear in his eyes.
“No, Sam. I’m not possessed.” Dean slipped under the covers and opened up an arm. “Humor me.
Don’t worry, just for tonight.”
Just for tonight. Sam’s heart raced. “Ok.”
He curled into his brother’s side, letting his broken arm rest on Dean’s chest. He felt Dean shift to turn
out the light.
A few minutes later, Dean was asleep, holding Sam.
Sam yawned himself, but sleep didn’t come easy. He had never seen Dean like this before. He hadn’t
slept in the same bed with Dean since he was about six. What was going on in his brother’s head? He’
d never even thought about trying out his desires on another man before. He was too chicken for that.
He didn’t have Dean’s ability to handle sex of any kind. Hell, lately he’d been resorting to porn. He had
to admit he liked being in Dean’s arms. It felt –good-. Sam was worried though, he’d never heard
anything like that from his brother before. Hell, he was pretty sure he’d seen Dean with a few guys in
the past. What did it matter to Dean who Sam did or did not kiss? After all, he was very into Jo when
they were at Ellen’s.
He wanted it to make sense, but none of it did. If he knew for sure what Dean wanted it would make
things easier, he was sure he would even be willing to give them if prodded a little. He wondered what
sex with Dean would be like. Hard and fast? Rough and sweet? Long and tender? Sex with Jessica
had always been a sweet sensation. He’d been satisfied. He had no idea what it would be like with a
man. He’d have to read up on it.
Sam was pretty sure this subject would be easy to research.
Chapter Three
It wasn’t exactly surprising that he had been able to find a great deal of information. Unfortunately
none of it made him feel any easier about the subject. Dean had been gone in the morning when he
woke up and Sam had spent an uncomfortable few hours on his own. He’d showered and looked up
information. The problem was that all the information made him more and more nervous. Besides the
fact that sex with a man sounded painful he wasn’t even sure just what was going on in his brother’s
head. There was a drug store near the motel and Sam had gone out to pick up a few things, just in
case. He didn’t know what to expect but he was damn certain he wasn’t going to be caught
unprepared. He hid them in his bag and prepared a sand which. Dean’s note had said he’d be back in
the afternoon.
Sometime after lunch Sam was starting to get antsy. He’d tried Dean’s cell phone but got no answer.
He’d already washed up dishes when Dean finally came in. Dean dropped a package on the table.
“Stopped by the local hospital and picked up pain meds for you.” He waggled his Doctor’s ID. “These
things sure come in handy. You were whimpering in your sleep.” Dean said. “How’s your arm?”
“In a cast” Sam grunted, ears slightly warm from the comment about whimpering. . “Are you hungry?
There’s some sandwich stuff I got from the drug store down the street. He trailed off as Dean put his
sunglasses down and threw off his jacket.
Dean shrugged. “Not really. I’d chuck the rest. We’re not staying. There is nothing out of the ordinary
in this town, we should move on.” As usual, Dean wasn’t satisfied with just waiting to see something in
the newspaper. “Besides, you know I don’t eat rabbit food.”
“It is meat, Dean.” Sam said defensively as he took the pain killers. “Turkey.”
“Packaged crap is what it is, Turkey is thick and has gravy and mashed potatoes, not sliced paper.
We’ll swing by the diner before heading out. Pack up.” Dean’s order was clear. It was time to go.
Sam knew better than to argue with that tone of voice. Ok, so they weren’t going to talk about it. He
hurried, knowing Dean didn’t like to be kept waiting. It didn’t’ take long to pack everything up. “Oh, I
called Ellen. She says everyone has commented that it’s been quiet. She says Ash told her things are
brewing but didn’t say what.”
Dean nodded. He didn’t appear to like the sound of that, but there wasn’t much he could do about it.
He tossed his stuff in the trunk and waited for Sam.
“I’ll check us out.” Sam added his bag to the trunk, picked up the keys and headed to the motel lobby.
Dean’s eyes tracked Sam sending a nervous shiver up his spine.
The motel manager wasn’t there but his son was lounging on the desk. He spied Sam walking in and
smiled. “It was just my day for distraction. Checking in?”
“Checking out, sorry.” Sam couldn’t help but return the infectious smile from the guy.
He was good looking, tall and blonde, wearing a tank top and muscular. Sam didn’t mind looking at
him at all. “Too bad” He looked Sam up and down suggestively and winked. “I’d have given you a free
room. I’m Steve, by the way.”
Sam’s ears went warm again. He knew he was being checked out. “Sam.” It was hard not to notice the
interest in Steve’s bright blue eyes. “I didn’t see you here before.”
“I was out of town.” Steve said. “Ouch, that look like it hurt when it happened.” He indicated Sam’s
broken arm. “You sure you don’t want to stay a few more days? I’d love to show you about. We may
look small but there are plenty of nooks and crannies no one knows about.”
Sam had never blushed before in front of anyone other than his brother but he felt his cheeks get hot.
Steve’s hand had managed to lay over his as he was taking the keys. It was all the research he’d
done that morning. That had to be it. Why in the world was his body reacting so quickly to a complete
stranger? A guy too, until last night, he’d never even thought about it.
Steve leant forward. “So tell me your story. What happened?”
Sam cleared his throat and was just about to respond when Dean threw open the door.
“Hey, what’s the hold up?” His brother came in and stopped in his tracks. He spotted Steve’s hand on
Sam’s and it was probably a very good thing he was wearing his sunglasses because something
inside him exploded. He strode over as casually as possible. “Is there a problem?”
Sam indicated Dean, “My brother.” He pulled his hand away from Steve. “We gotta go, some other
time, ok?”
On their way out, Dean spotted a bathroom. “One minute.” He pulled a startled Sam inside. “Wash
your hand.”
“Huh?”
“Wash it.”
“Dean?”
“Sam I swear to god, don’t ask me again. Wash your hand now.”
“Fuck, nothing happened. I talked to him for 2 minutes.” Sam backed away.
“I don’t care. Wash your damn hand now.” Dean growled. “Remember what I told you.”
“Listen, I’m not five years old, Dean. You can’t order me around.” Sam rebelled, his eyes sharpening.
“He touched me, for got sake. It’s not like he was kissing me. And who the hell are you to tell me what I
can and cannot do?”
“Sammy—“ Dean warned.
Instead of continuing the argument, Sam did do exactly as told.
They both walked out of the bathroom to hear an amused snort from the guy behind the counter.
Dean flipped him the bird while he ushered Sam out the door. In the car, Dean glanced over at Sam. “I’
m just protecting you.”
Sam’s eyebrows rose, “From what? Christ, Dean. You acted like a a …” The words Jealous Ass hung
in the air. Sam stammered on them. It was impossible. Dean had put him in the most awkward position
he’d ever been in.
“Forget it. I’m hungry, let’s go eat something and talk about something else. I’m not in the mood to
argue, ok? Truce?” Dean offered his hand.
Sam bit his lower lip, not realizing that he was causing the bruise to worsen. “Ok.” He took Dean’s
hand and nodded. In spite of Dean’s smile, he knew that things were not ok in the pit of his stomach.
Dean was mood swinging like crazy. There had to be something he could do to ground his brother or
he had a feeling that he was going to get more than a bruise on his lip.
Dean started the car and drove them to the diner.
Chapter Four
Across the table from Dean, Sam studied his brother. Dean sure was acting funny this morning, more
so than usual. That whole insistence on washing his hand had Sam worried. “Dean.” Sam formed the
word carefully with his lips.
“Yeah?” Dean stuffed eggs into his mouth.
“What’s wrong with you?” Sam said finally. ”You’re confusing the hell out of me. I don’t want to fight
with you, Dean.”
“What are you talking about, Sam?”
“One minute, you’re my brother and I understand you, the next you’re a Neanderthal. What did I do?”
Sam tried to think of the last few jobs they’d been on and if anything unusual had happened to Dean.
He couldn’t put his finger on anything.
Dean eyed Sam and shifted slightly. “You didn’t do anything.”
Sam sighed, “Then why are you acting like this? Dean, I’m not going to deny there’s some weird shit
going on between us and I’m not naïve enough to believe you don’t feel it too. You’re my brother,
Dean. I’m not going to let you tear your self to pieces because you can’t control something we both
know we want and can’t do anything about.”
Dean blinked several times at Sam. “You sure about that?” He finally responded.
It was Sam’s turn to blink.
“You sure I won’t just take what I want one of these nights, Sam? You really think you can stop me?”
“You wouldn’t do that.” Sam shook his head. “I know you, Dean.”
Dean shook his head. “You don’t get what’s happening, do you Sam? This is why I need the work. I
need the hunt. I can’t explain it, and your psychobabble isn’t helping.”
“If you’d just listen, if you’d just talk to me.” Sam implored. “Dean, I’m not afraid of you. I just want to
help.”
“You should be afraid of me.” Dean said sharply. “The topic of conversation should change now.”
All he could do was nod. Sam didn’t know what else he –could- do. If Dean wouldn’t let him help,
wouldn’t talk to him. He sighed. “Ok, ok.” He took a deep breath. “Where are we headed to?”
“You’d have thought a place called Casper, Wyoming would be more interesting.” Dean commented
and was about to respond further when someone turned up the tv in the diner.
“Early this morning a body was discovered on route 224. We’ve never seen anything like it here in
Casper. The victim is unidentifiable. His face was burnt and he had no ID. Perhaps the most unusual
fact is that he was found nailed by iron spikes to the Asphalt in the middle of route 224 on the way to
Soda Lake.”
Dean grinned at Sam, the expression in his eyes was almost like a kid at Christmas. “Sounds like we’ll
have to stick around here and check this out.”
“Dean there’s nothing but oil rigs up there.” Sam thought about it what he’d learned of the area. He
fiddled with his pda. “There’s a Bozeman trail running through the sand hills. It’s not easy to access by
the public.”
“Boz what?” Dean blinked at Sam incredulously.
“Bozeman.” Sam repeated. “Back in the old days they used it to drive oxen on these trails. They were
the quickest routes. Hm. I’ve never heard of people nailed to asphalt before though. We’ll have to
check it out.”
“Sounds great, Cowboys and Indians.” Dean grinned, his eyes sparked with energy as he started to
seriously shovel food in his haste to get into action.
Sam watched him with amusement. He loved it when Dean was like this, he was more himself and
easier to deal with. He thought about what his brother had said regarding the hunt. Dean really did
live for it. He wondered if not having the hunt was the reason Dean had lost control of his emotions.
That would explain the mood swings, but not his behavior.
They got into the car and Sam thought he saw something out of the corner of his eye. A shadow cast
on the ground. The shadow had six wings. He looked up to see Steve coming out of a beatup old pick
up truck. Steve gave him a cheery grin, winked and headed into the diner. His shadow was normal.
Sam chalked it up to nerves.
As he was flipping through the journal during the ride out to route 224 Sam gave a sharp intake of
breath. “Shit.”
“What?” Dean asked.
“Dad mentions Soda Lake in here. He only has one sentence and a couple of bullets. He’s pasted an
old newspaper clipping though.”
“And?”
“That prayer is from revelations Dean.”
“The bible?” Dean’s eyebrows shot up.
Sam cocked his head with a grim smile. “Yeah. 'Holy, holy, holy is the Lord God Almighty, who was,
and is, and is to come.” Dad’s bullets say Trisagion, Fire and Iron. This article talks about a woman
who was nailed by iron and her face burned. She was cleaved in two as well. Dad doesn’t say
anything else. Dean, the Trisagion is the oldest prayer in Christianity. I’m willing to bet the dead dude
is part of the problem. The other murder took place about….25 years ago.”
“So we’ll find out what is and stop it.”
“Don’t think this is up our alley Dean. Dad’s marked this with a big x. That generally means he moved
on and didn’t handle the issue. Ellen and Bobby mentioned a war. I think we’re going to find
something we don’t want to piss off.”
“I don’t care. We’re in the middle of this and I’m going to take out whatever I can.” Dean growled, his
eyes flashing dangerously. “I’m tired of being jerked on strings.”
“Dean.” Sam shook his head. “No, let’s leave. I’ve got a bad feeling about this.”
“Sam.” Dean warned. “I’m not backing down.”
*
He waited, knowing they would come. The sheer irony of it all amused him. His father would be
pleased. It was time for payback. Dean Winchester wouldn’t get into heaven, one way or the other.
Chapter Five
They were quiet on the way up to the crime scene. Dean drove while Sam kept looking things up on
the area. Every now and then, Sam would catch Dean looking at him and after a while it started to bug
him. “Dean.” Sam said sharply. “I’m trying to think.”
Dean shrugged. He looked back at the road. “And I’m trying to drive, but you keep biting your lip.”
“Huh?” Sam stared at him.
Dean glanced over, “You’re making the bruise worse.”
Sam’s eyes narrowed. “You want to talk about my lips –now-?”
“I’m just sayin’.” Dean said defensively.
Up ahead, part of the road was blocked off and traffic was slowing down. There were police around
and they were searching the area. Dean pulled the Impala over. “Let’s check it out. This is where the
man was found isn’t it?”
Sam nodded.
They got out of the car and Dean picked up a couple of police badges. “Here, we’re undercover
cops.” He told Sam, and then gave his brother a very broad wink.
Sam stopped and glared at Dean as he walked up nonchalantly to the scene.
“Hey, this is a restricted area, you shouldn’t be here.” One cop told them.
“That’s ok, officer. We’re here to investigate the murder.” Dean showed the guy his badge and since it
looked authentic they were let in. “Did they take the body away already?”
“It’s in the ambulance. We’re searching the area to see if there are any more victims.” The cop said.
“Can we see the corpse?”
“Knock yourself out.” He jerked a thumb to the ambulance.
Dean headed over to the ambulance while Sam crouched down to study the road. There didn’t seem
to be any connection that he could immediately see. Blood was still on the asphalt.
“Sam, I didn’t expect to find you here.” A familiar voice sent a shock of surprise down his spine.
“Steve?” Sam rose.
“Yeah.” The blonde grinned. They were about the same height. “I also work for the paper from time to
time. They asked me to come out to take a look. So, you and your brother are detectives?”
Sam cleared his throat, “Yeah. We investigate uh odd stuff.”
“Kind of like Scully and Mulder?” Steve chuckled. “I get it. So which one of you is Scully?”
Sam had no answer for that save the back of his neck suddenly becoming warm.
“Ah, never mind.” Steve grinned. “Well we have something in common after all, brown eyes. I work
freelance for the Casper Tribune. I have a column on paranormal activities in the area.”
Dean studied the body; whatever cut it was sharp and precise. It clearly cleaved the man in two. He
frowned as he lifted the cloth up. “Shit. Well, there’s something you don’t see every day.” Out of the
corner of his eye he saw Sam talking with … his eyes narrowed. That Steve guy, what was –he- doing
here? Dean glanced at the ambulance driver who’d let him see the body. “I’ve seen everything I need
to see, thanks, man.”
He headed back over to Sam and Steve who were chatting’ it up like they were old friends. Dean didn’
t like the expression in his brother’s eyes. “Hey.”
“Dean.” Sam said, stepping back from Steve automatically. “Did you see the body?”
“Yeah, yeah.” Dean eyed Steve; there was just something he didn’t like about the guy. “What’s he like
your stalker now?”
Sam smacked Dean’s shoulder. “Dean. No, he’s a reporter. Sorry about my brother, Steve. He’s a
little edgy these days.”
“No offense taken.” Steve smiled.
Dean itched to kick that smile off Steve’s perfect lips. God, no wonder Sam was into him. He was one
of those gorgeous tall, blond and Brad Pitt sexy. Dean’s blood boiled. It didn’t matter; Sam belonged
to –him-.
Steve said, “So I guess you two will be sticking around. Want to meet up later? We can compare
notes.”
“No, thanks, but no.” Dean grabbed Sam’s arm. “We gotta go.”
“Dean.” Sam eyed his brother. Knowing it was better than to argue Sam followed Dean back to the
car. “So what—“
In the Impala, Dean reached over and grabbed Sam’s arm. He dug his nails in hard. “I’ve told you who
you belong to Sam.”
Sam winced at the unnecessary force. “Hey… Dean. That hurts. Let go!”
Dean released Sam’s arm almost immediately. “Fuck.” He shook his head.
“You’re so out of control, Dean. What’s wrong with you?”
“I don’t know, I don’t know.” Dean shook. “I’m cool now, I’m good.” He rubbed his face.
“You’re not.” Sam sighed. “Look. I don’t want to piss you off any more than I already have. So, I’ll let it
go for now, but you’re going to have to talk to me sometime soon, Dean, alright? You can’t just keep
exploding like this.”
“Ok.” Dean nodded, “After we’re done here.”
“Alright. After we’re done here.” Sam smiled faintly.
They made their way to Soda Lake. It was a haven for fisherman and bird watchers, just like any other
camping ground in America. “This is yuppie hell.” Dean said with a snort. “Kids and families and shit,
you sure this guy stayed here?”
“Yeah, that’s what they said in the news. I’ll get us a cabin.”
Dean waited in the Impala and rubbed his forehead. He’d felt a headache coming on and that usually
meant he was going to get cranky. He didn’t know why he couldn’t get a grip on his emotions. It felt
sometimes like he was going crazy. He was usually pretty calm and cool and kept his game face for
Sam. But now, he just saw red too easily. He closed his eyes and started when Sam got back in the
car.
“I’ve got everything we need.” Sam said. “Keys and a map to the cabin. It’s not far from here. What?”
“Nothing.” Dean shrugged and looked away.
Sam let out a breath. “Just drive the car.” The last thing he wanted to do was set Dean off when there
were families around. When they got to the cabin, maybe he could figure out how to calm his brother
down.
*
“There’s only one bed?!” Dean stared at the tiny cabin with a sigh.
“Best they could give me at short notice, Dude. We’ll just have to deal.” Sam shrugged as he put a
bag of food away in the fridge. “It’s kinda cozy, there’s a fire.”
Dean rolled his eyes. “At least there’s a shower. These places aren’t half bad.”
Outside they could hear children playing and screaming.
Dean sighed. “Give me a motel room any day.”
Sam chuckled and spread the map of the lake out on the table. “So. Here are all the cabins in the
area, I asked the receptionist and she did tell me where he was staying. They have it all taped off. We
can get in there later tonight.” He glanced out at the lake. “We’ve got four hours to kill before
sundown.”
Dean’s eyes hooded as he looked at Sam.
Sam pulled off his shirt and tossed it. He dug into his bag. “Ah, I thought I packed them.”
“Still had what?”
“Trunks.”
“You’re going swimming?” Dean stared.
“Well, yeah, it’s a lake and fucking hot out.” Sam noted. “you coming?”
“Alright, whatever, but if I get leaches I’m going to kick your ass.”
Sam laughed, pleased to see Dean’s mood change at least to his usual self. Whatever it took, he was
going to make sure Dean stayed in a good mood tonight.
“Aren’t you not supposed to get your cast wet?”
Sam pulled out some duct tape and a plastic bag. “I didn’t get into Stanford on my good looks, Dean.”
Chapter Six
Swimming had been both refreshing and painful. Surrounded by yuppies and their kids was not Dean’
s idea of fun. After a while, Dean had left Sam to himself and gone back into the cabin. He truly hated
crowds. He grabbed a beer and stretched out on one of the cabin deck chairs while he watched Sam
down by the dock. He understood of course, why they had to wait until after dark. There was just too
much collateral damage around them.
Contentment didn’t last long though. He fidgeted in the chair. It was truly a hot day and even though
there was a breeze, Dean’s skin was warm. He’d put his jeans back on, not being one to wear shorts,
shorts were for wusses. It was coming close to eight and the crowd of people milling about down by
the lake were thinning out. Children had supper time and parents were tired. In about an hour, the
sun would go down.
Sam came back to the cabin looking thoroughly pleased. “That’ was a nice break.” He told Dean as he
flopped down in the second lawn chair.
“You fit in so well into yuppie world, it scares me.” Dean noted.
“Shut up.” Sam glared.
“No, seriously, you have a knack for it I never did. Kids, relationships. “ Dean shrugged.
“You’re better with kids than I am Dean.” Sam pointed out.
Dean drank his beer and ignored that response. “Go put something on. I’m tired of watching people
stare at you.”
“Dean, it’s hot. And you’re half naked yourself.” Sam snapped.
“Sammy...” Dean warned.
“I’m not taking this from you anymore, Dean. So either you do what you’re going to do or shut up.”
Sam scowled. He stayed where he was. “You’re not going to hurt me; you aren’t capable of hurting
me, Dean. You’re just pissed at the world right now and using whatever fucked up emotion in side of
you as an excuse.”
“Shut up, Sammy.” Dean grunted.
“Or what?” Sam smirked. He knew he was pushing it. He also knew he could take Dean if he needed
to in a fight. He wasn’t weak by any means even with a broken arm. He’d also been thinking that
maybe one way of getting a handle on the problems Dean was having was a full out confrontation.
Dean’s growl was from deep in the pit of his stomach. He jumped to his feet and stalked to the cabin
door. “Sam.” He said sharply, the word a crack of a whip. “Inside, now.”
For a moment, Sam thought about not obeying Dean. Instead, he rose and entered the cabin. He
thought it was better than yelling at each other out on the cabin deck within ear shot of unsuspecting
families. “Alright, Dean. I’m inside.” He turned to his brother.
Dean shut the cabin door and stared at Sam. His gaze slid over Sam’s form, bare except for the swim
trunks. He strode over to his brother and punched him, knocking Sam to the floor. “I told you to get
dressed.”
Sam held his jaw, stunned. “Dean?”
Dean’s fists were clenched as he stood over Sam. He shook with anger as he glared down at Sam.
There had to be a way to calm down Dean, Sam had never seen him like this before. Dean had never
tried to hurt him and he certainly hadn’t ever looked the way he looked now. Sam could only think of
one thing to do to calm Dean down. He got to his knees. “Dean..” He said softly. “Dean, I’m sorry. It
won’t happen again.”
Dean stepped closer to Sam, “It had better not.”
“Let me make it up to you.” Sam suggested as he cleared his throat. His face flushed slightly as he
thought about what he was going to do.
Dean was now close enough to touch. The rage burned through him, electrifying every sense. “And
how would you do that?”
Sam’s fingers hooked into one of Dean’s pockets. “Let me try.”
Dean’s brows furrowed, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, he nodded, his eyes fixed on Sam.
Sam had no idea what he was doing at all. He just knew that this might be the only way to get his
brother to calm down. His fingers fumbled with the button of Dean’s jeans, every nerve reacting to the
reality of what he was about to do. Sam cursed his broken arm; it would make things so much easier
without that problem. He took a deep breath and unzipped his brother’s jeans.
He forced himself to watch as the semi rigid cock was freed from confinement. Dean stepped out of
his jeans to give himself free movement. He should be repulsed by it. In the back of his mind he knew
how wrong this was but his body had other ideas. Dean was big, not huge, but big enough. Sam
thought about what he read and his spine tingled. He felt heat pooling in his groin and swallowed.
He lifted his eyes to Dean who still stared down at him. There was something unreadable in that
expression, something foreign. Dean was struggling within, he could tell. He wished he knew what to
say. “I want to do this, Dean.” He assured his brother. He received only a nod in response. Dean
moved his hand to thread his fingers through Sam’s hair. It was a tentative touch; Sam could feel
uncertainty that matched his own and something more. Perhaps fear, he wasn’t sure.
Sam turned his attention back to the aroused cock. This was the point of no return. If he did this, their
relationship would change forever. They hadn’t talked this out; they hadn’t even looked into what was
going on and what was pushing Dean. “Dean.” Sam said softly as he looked up once more.
Dean nodded and swallowed himself. “I’m ok, Sam. You don’t have to do anything.” He was holding on
to sanity and control by a thread. Every part of him was screaming to take what was offered. “You don’
t.”
Sam turned to kiss the palm of his brother’s hand tentatively. “I know I don’t have to, Dean. I want to.”
“Do you even know how?” Dean raised an amused eyebrow. It was the first sign of Dean’s temper
dissipating He teased the ridge of Sam’s ear with his thumb.
“No, but I’ve done some reading.” Sam grinned sheepishly. He reached up and ran two fingers down
the length of Dean’s cock which almost immediately leapt to attention.
“Jesus.” Dean grunted.
Sam took a few breaths as he watched Dean’s cock twitch under his fingers. It was fascinating and
beautiful. He cleared his throat. “You’re big, Dean. What eight? Eight and a half?”
“I never actually measured it.” Dean smirked. “Are you going to take notes and stare or do something
useful with your mouth?”
Sam responded by dragging his tongue down the length and up again. The moan that resulted
spurred him on. He grinned and glanced up. “Looks like I’m a fast learner.” He whispered.
“I never—“ Dean began then he cried out. Sam had taken the head of his cock into his mouth and the
sensation caused his legs to buckle slightly. Dean held Sam’s shoulders, swearing.
It was difficult at first to figure out how to breathe with something that big sticking down your throat.
Sam grunted when he felt Dean try to thrust into him. He was finding it difficult enough to breathe. He
pulled off his brother’s leaking cock. “Stop it, Dean. I can’t breathe when you do that.” He told Dean
sharply.
“Relax your throat and stop being a girl.” Dean responded. “Breathe through your nose.”
“You’ve done this?”
“Yeah.”
“Who?!?” Sam was hardly surprised and didn’t like the feeling of annoyance that resulted.
“It doesn’t matter. Just relax your throat.” Dean rasped.
Sam nodded; he took Dean’s cock between his lips again with a little less urgency. He did as
instructed, but still found it hard to manage breathing and sucking at the same time. It did not seem
that Dean minded, however, given the sounds his brother was making. Sam smiled at those sounds;
they reminded him of why he was doing this.
It wasn’t just because he wanted to calm down his brother; Sam wasn’t naïve enough to think that.
There had always been something unspoken between them but Dean had never said anything or
acted on it. Sam had never brought it up. They had gone through childhood and had their fair share
of girlfriends and lovers. Dean had never taken it a step further. Sam was fairly sure this had
something to do with their Dad’s death. While John was alive, there was no way Dean would ever have
risked showing his true feelings. Somehow that control had snapped. Sam had always buried his
desire. He’d buried it so far and deep that he’d forgotten about it.
Dean’s actions lately had brought all of it back. He remembered it now. The suppressed need, the
way he’d find any excuse to sleep in Dean’s bed growing up. He remembered also the argument
between John and Dean. One he’d forgotten.
“He’s too young, Dean. Don’t think I don’t see the way you look at him.” Both Dean and John had
thought he wasn’t home, thought he was out at the library. He remembered seeing John hit Dean and
his brother fall to the floor.
“Nothing will ever happen, Dad. I swear it.” Dean had promised. “Nothing.”
It was only now that Sam realized that conversation had been about him. He’d been nineteen and had
already decided to go to college.
Now, his brother’s cock filled his mouth, stiff and relentless. He had gotten used to the sensation and
learned how to breathe. He glanced up to see his brother’s flushed face and gasping breaths. Dean
was close to coming. “Sammy…Sammy.” He whimpered.
*That’s it… that’s it Dean.* Sam thought to himself, *let it go.*
Without warning, Dean’s warm seed exploded into his mouth and Sam gagged for breath. He had to
pull off and try to wipe his mouth. Dean wouldn’t let him. His brother dragged Sam to his feet and
kissed him. It was a hard and desperate, teeth, passion, and need. There was nothing romantic when
Dean shoved him up against the wall and attacked his lips. Their hands were everywhere, touching
muscles and warm heat on smooth skin.
A dam had broken, and there was no turning back this time.
*
Outside as the sun set, he smiled. Dean Winchester was easy to manipulate. It was just icing on the
cake that Sam wanted Dean just as much. He didn’t expect the footfall that followed or the flap of
wings.
“You don’t know the power of this family do you?”
“You aren’t supposed to interfere in human affairs.”
“Neither are you.”
“Do you really think you can save Dean Winchester from his fate?”
“You have your job, I have mine.”
“He belongs with us, he is ours!”
“We’ll see about that.”
If anyone had been watching the exchange they would only see blood, and a shadow of six dark
wings. The curved blade came down without a swipe that sliced the man in two. His body was dragged
into the trees.
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AUTHOR: Rufferto
PAIRING: Sam/Dean
PREMISE: Setting is a couple of episodes into Season Two. Just after “bloodlust”. Dean is cracking,
Sam’s arm is broken. Lust and Pain drives Dean over the edge and Sam needs to pull him back
before it’s too late. I guess there might be a couple of spoilers for the first few episodes if you haven't
seen them.
WARNING: Wincest, Angst, Violence. A couple of spoilers.
RATING: NC17
DISCLAIMER: I do not own them. I am not making any money.
Do you even know what the devil does
He drives a man 'til he can't take no more
I was a young man then, I was a young man then
Spending time on the killing floor
-Motorhead “Joy Of Labour”
Chapter One
It wasn’t like he hadn’t thought about it before and there were thousands of reasons why he should
not be thinking about it now. Of course he’d told himself this as long as he could remember. Sam
Winchester shifted uncomfortably in the motel room armchair. He was 23 years old and in his whole
life he had not had a moment’s peace.
“Ok, life so far.” Sam muttered to himself. He’d given up thinking about the future. What was the point
when he didn’t think he’d live to see 24? He stared up at the ceiling. Where the hell was Dean? His
brother was staying out later and later lately. He had a tendency to come back drunk, too. Today was
likely going to be no different.
He tried to help Dean deal and he knew that his brother was having a difficult time with everything. In
the last year he’d cheated death twice, who wouldn’t be having difficulty with that? Sam sighed, he’d
tried his best to get through to Dean but this time it might take a miracle. Since meeting Gordon, Dean
was dealing with a lot of inner turmoil. The idea that he might be responsible for killing things that
weren’t evil was weighing on his conscious and Sam understood. They’d been raised to kill first, ask
questions later.
Sam ran the fingers of his good hand through his hair. He honestly hated the inconvenience of a
broken arm. It reminded him that he was human but it was still a pain in the ass. It made fighting
difficult and painful. Dean would look at him from time to time and Sam just knew that he was blaming
himself for it. Sam sagged in his chair, letting his head fall back on the cushion. It was almost one in
the morning and Dean wasn’t back yet. He thought about calling his brother but that would seem like
he was being a nursemaid or something. He was tired of getting the run around jokes and glares. I’m
ok, he’d said. Dean wasn’t ok. There was no way anyone could be ok after that.
Dean stumbled down the hall; the happy buzz had knocked out any sensible thought from his head. It
had been a good night, he’d won some money and danced with a couple of loose women and a very
attractive man. He didn’t want to go back to the motel and face Sammy’s reproachful eyes. God, if
Sam only knew what he really was thinking at times. He was glad Sam’s ability was just visions
because if it was anything else, he’d run so far and fast there would be fire on the street from the
haste of his exit. He didn’t remember exactly when he’d begun to think of Sam differently and he didn’t
care. He was going to hell anyway who cared what nasty erotic thoughts he had of his own little
brother?
Driven by revenge and the thoughts that Dad had placed in his head and ingrained into him it was
Dean’s job to kill evil. Gordon said it was black and white, no shades of grey. If it wasn’t human, kill it.
He wondered if Dad would say if it wasn’t female don’t let it fuck you too. As a kid growing up the way
he had he’d learnt to take pleasure where he could get it. Sammy didn’t seem to need release the way
Dean did after a hunt. It was the one thing that kept him alive and made damn sure that he didn’t act
on any hidden desires.
Its not that he hated this life, really, he loved it. Dean liked the freedom. He was off the grid, no one
could find him. He didn’t pay taxes or health insurance. He was not part of the system, he had his own
system and that’s the way he liked it. He loved his job; it was his calling. He was a hunter and he’d
never be a husband and father with a nine to fiver.
He was very close to drunk though tonight and hadn’t had release yet. It was a bad idea to go back to
the motel room but he had no choice he couldn’t hang out in the Impala all night it was –freezing-. He
would take a cold shower and sleep. He would do nothing about the pain inside tonight. Hopefully he’d
have more luck and find someone to stick his cock into at the next small town.
He fumbled with the keys and practically fell into the room. His entrance woke up a startled Sam who
stared at his brother in concern. “Dean?” He yawned. “Fuck what time is it?” He looked towards the
clock.
“Late.” Dean shrugged and dropped his jacket on a chair. It smelled of stale cigarette smoke and beer.
Sam wrinkled his nose. “It’s cold out, I was worried.” He said, his eyes tracked Dean as his brother
moved to the bathroom and splashed water on his face.
‘You should be sleeping.” Dean noted. He pulled of his shirt, unbuttoned his jeans and fell into a
nearby chair, his legs spread out lounge style. “What’s on TV?”
“Same shit as the last motel.” Sam shrugged. “I didn’t find anything in the papers.”
“No? What about online? Nothing in the area?” Dean stared at Sam.
It was the kind of look that always unnerved his younger brother. It made Sam feel like Dean was
mentally thinking of something else. “Nothing” Sam shook his head. “It’s a quiet week.”
“Damnit I don’t want quiet.” Dean grunted. “You sure there’s nothing?”
“Actually, I’m glad there’s nothing.” Sam said. “But I don’t like seeing you this way. You’re drinking too
much.”
The straightforward words drew a scowl from Dean. “Not that much, I know my limits, Sammy. Hunter
can’t be drunk.”
“You are. Dean you stink.” Sam kept wary eyes on his brother.
“The bar was a dive.” He shrugged. “I am not drunk Sam, and if I were, it’d be none of your business
anyway.”
“The hell it would, I’m your brother and I care about you. I’m not going to let you go off half cocked
cause you’ve got a chip on your shoulder the size of Greenland.”
“What the hell’s Greenland?”
Sam rolled his eyes. “Dean.” He spread his hands. “You have to get it together. Talk to me.”
“Aw hell not this crap again. What does it take to shut you up, Sam?”
“I’ll keep asking until you get it off your chest.”
“Sam, you’re pissing me off.” Dean warned. It was probably a bad idea to not immediately take a cold
shower. Sam seemed to be intent on picking a fight.
“Good. Then you’d at least show some emotion and deal!” Sam glared.
Dean jumped to his feet and pulled Sam to his by his shirt. “I am dealing!” He shouted. “I am so
fucking tired of hearing you telling me what to think. Damnit, Sam, just shut up!”
“Dean…” Sam started.
“I said shut up.” Dean growled. “Christ, what does it take?”
The next thing Sam knew Dean’s lips were on his. What was worse, he was responding! Sam’s head
reeled as he attempted to get out of his brother’s iron grip. The taste of liquor was strong, but there
was something different, a flavor Sam had a feeling he could get addicted to pretty quickly. This was
Dean’s unique flavor. It was his fire and essence. Sam stopped struggling and let Dean grip him
tightly, he couldn’t believe how quickly his body was reacting to the savage thrust of Dean’s tongue.
The kiss not like a first kiss should be. It was all raw with hunger and pain, like a wild animal who hadn’
t fed in a week.
Finally, Dean released his lips and panted. His green eyes were intense as he stared into Sam’s dark
ones. In a clear warning tone he said. “If you don’t stop that shit, I’m going to make you regret it, Sam.
That is just a taste of what I’m capable of. If you think I’ll stop at a kiss next time, think again.”
Dean released his stunned brother and stalked back into the bathroom.
Chapter Two
Sam rubbed his sore arm. He’d chickened out and quickly got into bed shortly after Dean had kissed
him not exactly wanting to see his brother’s temper turned on him again. Especially like that. He heard
Dean come out of the bathroom about twenty minutes later and closed his eyes. The kiss kept playing
over and over in his mind. It had touched every part of his being and he felt like Dean had ripped him
open and left him bleeding. It was not that he was afraid of Dean but he had been harboring this
secret guilt for so many years he couldn’t believe it was out in the open. There had been no words of
comfort, no ‘”It’s ok to feel this way. It’s ok to want your own brother.” Dean had kissed him to punish
him, not to give him pleasure. It had killed any thought in his head that those subtle looks had
anything to do with love. Sam tensed when he felt Dean sit on the edge of his bed.
“Sammy, are you awake?” Dean’s voice was a lot calmer now. It didn’t hold raw fury. Maybe it was safe
to move. Sam wasn’t taking any chances, though. Dean shifted on the bed and Sam could feel his
gaze. He always knew when Dean was looking at him. “Sam?” He felt Dean’s hand shake his shoulder
gently.
With a sigh, Sam turned over on his side and opened his eyes. His plan had been to pretend sleep
until he heard Dean snore lightly. Unfortunately, it didn’t look like Dean was going to let him off lightly.
Dean gazed down at Sam with troubled eyes inspecting the damage. The bruise on his lip was pretty
obvious. Dean compressed his mouth in a thin line.
Sam was damn sure that was the only part of him hurt that Dean would see. “Yeah.” He nodded.
He could tell Dean was having difficulty trying to figure out what to say but he wasn’t prepared for the
fleeting look of fear in his brother’s eyes. “I’m sorry.” Dean said finally. “I was way out of line. It won’t
happen again.”
Dean’s hand rested on his shoulder and Sam put his hand over Dean’s, linking their fingers. “Don’t
sweat it.” Sam smiled faintly. “I can be a pain in the ass.”
Dean’s eyes dropped to Sam’s hand and his jaw set with a slight tremble. “There’s a rage in me,
Sam.” He whispered. “I need action, I need a hunt. I can’t sit around and do nothing. It’s making me
crazy.”
“We’ll find something.” Sam sat up. “I’ll call Ellen; see if anything’s come up.”
Dean sighed. He lifted his eyes to study Sam’s face. The silence between them stretched and he
finally lowered his gaze. “Your lip bled.” He noted.
Sam shrugged, “It’s nothing. Dean I’m tired. Let’s get some sleep, ok?”
Dean just nodded and rose to go to his own bed. He looked back down at Sam. “Was that the first
time you ever got kissed by a guy?”
Sam stared up at Dean, scoffed and flushed slightly. “Of course it was!” He grunted.
Dean rubbed the back of his neck. “Good. If I ever catch you kissing another guy, I’ll kill him, and then
I’ll kick your ass. That’s a promise.”
Sam stared at Dean, wide-eyed. What the hell did THAT mean?
Dean’s eyes were dark as he looked down at Sam. His thumb traced Sam’s lower lip and he grinned.
“If you want to get laid, I’m cool with you fucking some chick. But the only man you’ll ever kiss or touch
is me. Is that understood? No man touches you but me, ever.”
Sam gaped at Dean, one minute he was apologizing, the next he was threatening death. They had
only kissed once, and he’d said it wouldn’t happen again. Aw hell, Sam was more confused now than
when Dean had kissed him. “Yes, uh, sure.” Sam could only nod.
Dean snorted. “Move over.”
“What?”
“Are you deaf? Move over.”
Not wanting to add to Dean’s irritation, Sam shifted to the other side of the bed. His confusion was
clear in his eyes.
“No, Sam. I’m not possessed.” Dean slipped under the covers and opened up an arm. “Humor me.
Don’t worry, just for tonight.”
Just for tonight. Sam’s heart raced. “Ok.”
He curled into his brother’s side, letting his broken arm rest on Dean’s chest. He felt Dean shift to turn
out the light.
A few minutes later, Dean was asleep, holding Sam.
Sam yawned himself, but sleep didn’t come easy. He had never seen Dean like this before. He hadn’t
slept in the same bed with Dean since he was about six. What was going on in his brother’s head? He’
d never even thought about trying out his desires on another man before. He was too chicken for that.
He didn’t have Dean’s ability to handle sex of any kind. Hell, lately he’d been resorting to porn. He had
to admit he liked being in Dean’s arms. It felt –good-. Sam was worried though, he’d never heard
anything like that from his brother before. Hell, he was pretty sure he’d seen Dean with a few guys in
the past. What did it matter to Dean who Sam did or did not kiss? After all, he was very into Jo when
they were at Ellen’s.
He wanted it to make sense, but none of it did. If he knew for sure what Dean wanted it would make
things easier, he was sure he would even be willing to give them if prodded a little. He wondered what
sex with Dean would be like. Hard and fast? Rough and sweet? Long and tender? Sex with Jessica
had always been a sweet sensation. He’d been satisfied. He had no idea what it would be like with a
man. He’d have to read up on it.
Sam was pretty sure this subject would be easy to research.
Chapter Three
It wasn’t exactly surprising that he had been able to find a great deal of information. Unfortunately
none of it made him feel any easier about the subject. Dean had been gone in the morning when he
woke up and Sam had spent an uncomfortable few hours on his own. He’d showered and looked up
information. The problem was that all the information made him more and more nervous. Besides the
fact that sex with a man sounded painful he wasn’t even sure just what was going on in his brother’s
head. There was a drug store near the motel and Sam had gone out to pick up a few things, just in
case. He didn’t know what to expect but he was damn certain he wasn’t going to be caught
unprepared. He hid them in his bag and prepared a sand which. Dean’s note had said he’d be back in
the afternoon.
Sometime after lunch Sam was starting to get antsy. He’d tried Dean’s cell phone but got no answer.
He’d already washed up dishes when Dean finally came in. Dean dropped a package on the table.
“Stopped by the local hospital and picked up pain meds for you.” He waggled his Doctor’s ID. “These
things sure come in handy. You were whimpering in your sleep.” Dean said. “How’s your arm?”
“In a cast” Sam grunted, ears slightly warm from the comment about whimpering. . “Are you hungry?
There’s some sandwich stuff I got from the drug store down the street. He trailed off as Dean put his
sunglasses down and threw off his jacket.
Dean shrugged. “Not really. I’d chuck the rest. We’re not staying. There is nothing out of the ordinary
in this town, we should move on.” As usual, Dean wasn’t satisfied with just waiting to see something in
the newspaper. “Besides, you know I don’t eat rabbit food.”
“It is meat, Dean.” Sam said defensively as he took the pain killers. “Turkey.”
“Packaged crap is what it is, Turkey is thick and has gravy and mashed potatoes, not sliced paper.
We’ll swing by the diner before heading out. Pack up.” Dean’s order was clear. It was time to go.
Sam knew better than to argue with that tone of voice. Ok, so they weren’t going to talk about it. He
hurried, knowing Dean didn’t like to be kept waiting. It didn’t’ take long to pack everything up. “Oh, I
called Ellen. She says everyone has commented that it’s been quiet. She says Ash told her things are
brewing but didn’t say what.”
Dean nodded. He didn’t appear to like the sound of that, but there wasn’t much he could do about it.
He tossed his stuff in the trunk and waited for Sam.
“I’ll check us out.” Sam added his bag to the trunk, picked up the keys and headed to the motel lobby.
Dean’s eyes tracked Sam sending a nervous shiver up his spine.
The motel manager wasn’t there but his son was lounging on the desk. He spied Sam walking in and
smiled. “It was just my day for distraction. Checking in?”
“Checking out, sorry.” Sam couldn’t help but return the infectious smile from the guy.
He was good looking, tall and blonde, wearing a tank top and muscular. Sam didn’t mind looking at
him at all. “Too bad” He looked Sam up and down suggestively and winked. “I’d have given you a free
room. I’m Steve, by the way.”
Sam’s ears went warm again. He knew he was being checked out. “Sam.” It was hard not to notice the
interest in Steve’s bright blue eyes. “I didn’t see you here before.”
“I was out of town.” Steve said. “Ouch, that look like it hurt when it happened.” He indicated Sam’s
broken arm. “You sure you don’t want to stay a few more days? I’d love to show you about. We may
look small but there are plenty of nooks and crannies no one knows about.”
Sam had never blushed before in front of anyone other than his brother but he felt his cheeks get hot.
Steve’s hand had managed to lay over his as he was taking the keys. It was all the research he’d
done that morning. That had to be it. Why in the world was his body reacting so quickly to a complete
stranger? A guy too, until last night, he’d never even thought about it.
Steve leant forward. “So tell me your story. What happened?”
Sam cleared his throat and was just about to respond when Dean threw open the door.
“Hey, what’s the hold up?” His brother came in and stopped in his tracks. He spotted Steve’s hand on
Sam’s and it was probably a very good thing he was wearing his sunglasses because something
inside him exploded. He strode over as casually as possible. “Is there a problem?”
Sam indicated Dean, “My brother.” He pulled his hand away from Steve. “We gotta go, some other
time, ok?”
On their way out, Dean spotted a bathroom. “One minute.” He pulled a startled Sam inside. “Wash
your hand.”
“Huh?”
“Wash it.”
“Dean?”
“Sam I swear to god, don’t ask me again. Wash your hand now.”
“Fuck, nothing happened. I talked to him for 2 minutes.” Sam backed away.
“I don’t care. Wash your damn hand now.” Dean growled. “Remember what I told you.”
“Listen, I’m not five years old, Dean. You can’t order me around.” Sam rebelled, his eyes sharpening.
“He touched me, for got sake. It’s not like he was kissing me. And who the hell are you to tell me what I
can and cannot do?”
“Sammy—“ Dean warned.
Instead of continuing the argument, Sam did do exactly as told.
They both walked out of the bathroom to hear an amused snort from the guy behind the counter.
Dean flipped him the bird while he ushered Sam out the door. In the car, Dean glanced over at Sam. “I’
m just protecting you.”
Sam’s eyebrows rose, “From what? Christ, Dean. You acted like a a …” The words Jealous Ass hung
in the air. Sam stammered on them. It was impossible. Dean had put him in the most awkward position
he’d ever been in.
“Forget it. I’m hungry, let’s go eat something and talk about something else. I’m not in the mood to
argue, ok? Truce?” Dean offered his hand.
Sam bit his lower lip, not realizing that he was causing the bruise to worsen. “Ok.” He took Dean’s
hand and nodded. In spite of Dean’s smile, he knew that things were not ok in the pit of his stomach.
Dean was mood swinging like crazy. There had to be something he could do to ground his brother or
he had a feeling that he was going to get more than a bruise on his lip.
Dean started the car and drove them to the diner.
Chapter Four
Across the table from Dean, Sam studied his brother. Dean sure was acting funny this morning, more
so than usual. That whole insistence on washing his hand had Sam worried. “Dean.” Sam formed the
word carefully with his lips.
“Yeah?” Dean stuffed eggs into his mouth.
“What’s wrong with you?” Sam said finally. ”You’re confusing the hell out of me. I don’t want to fight
with you, Dean.”
“What are you talking about, Sam?”
“One minute, you’re my brother and I understand you, the next you’re a Neanderthal. What did I do?”
Sam tried to think of the last few jobs they’d been on and if anything unusual had happened to Dean.
He couldn’t put his finger on anything.
Dean eyed Sam and shifted slightly. “You didn’t do anything.”
Sam sighed, “Then why are you acting like this? Dean, I’m not going to deny there’s some weird shit
going on between us and I’m not naïve enough to believe you don’t feel it too. You’re my brother,
Dean. I’m not going to let you tear your self to pieces because you can’t control something we both
know we want and can’t do anything about.”
Dean blinked several times at Sam. “You sure about that?” He finally responded.
It was Sam’s turn to blink.
“You sure I won’t just take what I want one of these nights, Sam? You really think you can stop me?”
“You wouldn’t do that.” Sam shook his head. “I know you, Dean.”
Dean shook his head. “You don’t get what’s happening, do you Sam? This is why I need the work. I
need the hunt. I can’t explain it, and your psychobabble isn’t helping.”
“If you’d just listen, if you’d just talk to me.” Sam implored. “Dean, I’m not afraid of you. I just want to
help.”
“You should be afraid of me.” Dean said sharply. “The topic of conversation should change now.”
All he could do was nod. Sam didn’t know what else he –could- do. If Dean wouldn’t let him help,
wouldn’t talk to him. He sighed. “Ok, ok.” He took a deep breath. “Where are we headed to?”
“You’d have thought a place called Casper, Wyoming would be more interesting.” Dean commented
and was about to respond further when someone turned up the tv in the diner.
“Early this morning a body was discovered on route 224. We’ve never seen anything like it here in
Casper. The victim is unidentifiable. His face was burnt and he had no ID. Perhaps the most unusual
fact is that he was found nailed by iron spikes to the Asphalt in the middle of route 224 on the way to
Soda Lake.”
Dean grinned at Sam, the expression in his eyes was almost like a kid at Christmas. “Sounds like we’ll
have to stick around here and check this out.”
“Dean there’s nothing but oil rigs up there.” Sam thought about it what he’d learned of the area. He
fiddled with his pda. “There’s a Bozeman trail running through the sand hills. It’s not easy to access by
the public.”
“Boz what?” Dean blinked at Sam incredulously.
“Bozeman.” Sam repeated. “Back in the old days they used it to drive oxen on these trails. They were
the quickest routes. Hm. I’ve never heard of people nailed to asphalt before though. We’ll have to
check it out.”
“Sounds great, Cowboys and Indians.” Dean grinned, his eyes sparked with energy as he started to
seriously shovel food in his haste to get into action.
Sam watched him with amusement. He loved it when Dean was like this, he was more himself and
easier to deal with. He thought about what his brother had said regarding the hunt. Dean really did
live for it. He wondered if not having the hunt was the reason Dean had lost control of his emotions.
That would explain the mood swings, but not his behavior.
They got into the car and Sam thought he saw something out of the corner of his eye. A shadow cast
on the ground. The shadow had six wings. He looked up to see Steve coming out of a beatup old pick
up truck. Steve gave him a cheery grin, winked and headed into the diner. His shadow was normal.
Sam chalked it up to nerves.
As he was flipping through the journal during the ride out to route 224 Sam gave a sharp intake of
breath. “Shit.”
“What?” Dean asked.
“Dad mentions Soda Lake in here. He only has one sentence and a couple of bullets. He’s pasted an
old newspaper clipping though.”
“And?”
“That prayer is from revelations Dean.”
“The bible?” Dean’s eyebrows shot up.
Sam cocked his head with a grim smile. “Yeah. 'Holy, holy, holy is the Lord God Almighty, who was,
and is, and is to come.” Dad’s bullets say Trisagion, Fire and Iron. This article talks about a woman
who was nailed by iron and her face burned. She was cleaved in two as well. Dad doesn’t say
anything else. Dean, the Trisagion is the oldest prayer in Christianity. I’m willing to bet the dead dude
is part of the problem. The other murder took place about….25 years ago.”
“So we’ll find out what is and stop it.”
“Don’t think this is up our alley Dean. Dad’s marked this with a big x. That generally means he moved
on and didn’t handle the issue. Ellen and Bobby mentioned a war. I think we’re going to find
something we don’t want to piss off.”
“I don’t care. We’re in the middle of this and I’m going to take out whatever I can.” Dean growled, his
eyes flashing dangerously. “I’m tired of being jerked on strings.”
“Dean.” Sam shook his head. “No, let’s leave. I’ve got a bad feeling about this.”
“Sam.” Dean warned. “I’m not backing down.”
*
He waited, knowing they would come. The sheer irony of it all amused him. His father would be
pleased. It was time for payback. Dean Winchester wouldn’t get into heaven, one way or the other.
Chapter Five
They were quiet on the way up to the crime scene. Dean drove while Sam kept looking things up on
the area. Every now and then, Sam would catch Dean looking at him and after a while it started to bug
him. “Dean.” Sam said sharply. “I’m trying to think.”
Dean shrugged. He looked back at the road. “And I’m trying to drive, but you keep biting your lip.”
“Huh?” Sam stared at him.
Dean glanced over, “You’re making the bruise worse.”
Sam’s eyes narrowed. “You want to talk about my lips –now-?”
“I’m just sayin’.” Dean said defensively.
Up ahead, part of the road was blocked off and traffic was slowing down. There were police around
and they were searching the area. Dean pulled the Impala over. “Let’s check it out. This is where the
man was found isn’t it?”
Sam nodded.
They got out of the car and Dean picked up a couple of police badges. “Here, we’re undercover
cops.” He told Sam, and then gave his brother a very broad wink.
Sam stopped and glared at Dean as he walked up nonchalantly to the scene.
“Hey, this is a restricted area, you shouldn’t be here.” One cop told them.
“That’s ok, officer. We’re here to investigate the murder.” Dean showed the guy his badge and since it
looked authentic they were let in. “Did they take the body away already?”
“It’s in the ambulance. We’re searching the area to see if there are any more victims.” The cop said.
“Can we see the corpse?”
“Knock yourself out.” He jerked a thumb to the ambulance.
Dean headed over to the ambulance while Sam crouched down to study the road. There didn’t seem
to be any connection that he could immediately see. Blood was still on the asphalt.
“Sam, I didn’t expect to find you here.” A familiar voice sent a shock of surprise down his spine.
“Steve?” Sam rose.
“Yeah.” The blonde grinned. They were about the same height. “I also work for the paper from time to
time. They asked me to come out to take a look. So, you and your brother are detectives?”
Sam cleared his throat, “Yeah. We investigate uh odd stuff.”
“Kind of like Scully and Mulder?” Steve chuckled. “I get it. So which one of you is Scully?”
Sam had no answer for that save the back of his neck suddenly becoming warm.
“Ah, never mind.” Steve grinned. “Well we have something in common after all, brown eyes. I work
freelance for the Casper Tribune. I have a column on paranormal activities in the area.”
Dean studied the body; whatever cut it was sharp and precise. It clearly cleaved the man in two. He
frowned as he lifted the cloth up. “Shit. Well, there’s something you don’t see every day.” Out of the
corner of his eye he saw Sam talking with … his eyes narrowed. That Steve guy, what was –he- doing
here? Dean glanced at the ambulance driver who’d let him see the body. “I’ve seen everything I need
to see, thanks, man.”
He headed back over to Sam and Steve who were chatting’ it up like they were old friends. Dean didn’
t like the expression in his brother’s eyes. “Hey.”
“Dean.” Sam said, stepping back from Steve automatically. “Did you see the body?”
“Yeah, yeah.” Dean eyed Steve; there was just something he didn’t like about the guy. “What’s he like
your stalker now?”
Sam smacked Dean’s shoulder. “Dean. No, he’s a reporter. Sorry about my brother, Steve. He’s a
little edgy these days.”
“No offense taken.” Steve smiled.
Dean itched to kick that smile off Steve’s perfect lips. God, no wonder Sam was into him. He was one
of those gorgeous tall, blond and Brad Pitt sexy. Dean’s blood boiled. It didn’t matter; Sam belonged
to –him-.
Steve said, “So I guess you two will be sticking around. Want to meet up later? We can compare
notes.”
“No, thanks, but no.” Dean grabbed Sam’s arm. “We gotta go.”
“Dean.” Sam eyed his brother. Knowing it was better than to argue Sam followed Dean back to the
car. “So what—“
In the Impala, Dean reached over and grabbed Sam’s arm. He dug his nails in hard. “I’ve told you who
you belong to Sam.”
Sam winced at the unnecessary force. “Hey… Dean. That hurts. Let go!”
Dean released Sam’s arm almost immediately. “Fuck.” He shook his head.
“You’re so out of control, Dean. What’s wrong with you?”
“I don’t know, I don’t know.” Dean shook. “I’m cool now, I’m good.” He rubbed his face.
“You’re not.” Sam sighed. “Look. I don’t want to piss you off any more than I already have. So, I’ll let it
go for now, but you’re going to have to talk to me sometime soon, Dean, alright? You can’t just keep
exploding like this.”
“Ok.” Dean nodded, “After we’re done here.”
“Alright. After we’re done here.” Sam smiled faintly.
They made their way to Soda Lake. It was a haven for fisherman and bird watchers, just like any other
camping ground in America. “This is yuppie hell.” Dean said with a snort. “Kids and families and shit,
you sure this guy stayed here?”
“Yeah, that’s what they said in the news. I’ll get us a cabin.”
Dean waited in the Impala and rubbed his forehead. He’d felt a headache coming on and that usually
meant he was going to get cranky. He didn’t know why he couldn’t get a grip on his emotions. It felt
sometimes like he was going crazy. He was usually pretty calm and cool and kept his game face for
Sam. But now, he just saw red too easily. He closed his eyes and started when Sam got back in the
car.
“I’ve got everything we need.” Sam said. “Keys and a map to the cabin. It’s not far from here. What?”
“Nothing.” Dean shrugged and looked away.
Sam let out a breath. “Just drive the car.” The last thing he wanted to do was set Dean off when there
were families around. When they got to the cabin, maybe he could figure out how to calm his brother
down.
*
“There’s only one bed?!” Dean stared at the tiny cabin with a sigh.
“Best they could give me at short notice, Dude. We’ll just have to deal.” Sam shrugged as he put a
bag of food away in the fridge. “It’s kinda cozy, there’s a fire.”
Dean rolled his eyes. “At least there’s a shower. These places aren’t half bad.”
Outside they could hear children playing and screaming.
Dean sighed. “Give me a motel room any day.”
Sam chuckled and spread the map of the lake out on the table. “So. Here are all the cabins in the
area, I asked the receptionist and she did tell me where he was staying. They have it all taped off. We
can get in there later tonight.” He glanced out at the lake. “We’ve got four hours to kill before
sundown.”
Dean’s eyes hooded as he looked at Sam.
Sam pulled off his shirt and tossed it. He dug into his bag. “Ah, I thought I packed them.”
“Still had what?”
“Trunks.”
“You’re going swimming?” Dean stared.
“Well, yeah, it’s a lake and fucking hot out.” Sam noted. “you coming?”
“Alright, whatever, but if I get leaches I’m going to kick your ass.”
Sam laughed, pleased to see Dean’s mood change at least to his usual self. Whatever it took, he was
going to make sure Dean stayed in a good mood tonight.
“Aren’t you not supposed to get your cast wet?”
Sam pulled out some duct tape and a plastic bag. “I didn’t get into Stanford on my good looks, Dean.”
Chapter Six
Swimming had been both refreshing and painful. Surrounded by yuppies and their kids was not Dean’
s idea of fun. After a while, Dean had left Sam to himself and gone back into the cabin. He truly hated
crowds. He grabbed a beer and stretched out on one of the cabin deck chairs while he watched Sam
down by the dock. He understood of course, why they had to wait until after dark. There was just too
much collateral damage around them.
Contentment didn’t last long though. He fidgeted in the chair. It was truly a hot day and even though
there was a breeze, Dean’s skin was warm. He’d put his jeans back on, not being one to wear shorts,
shorts were for wusses. It was coming close to eight and the crowd of people milling about down by
the lake were thinning out. Children had supper time and parents were tired. In about an hour, the
sun would go down.
Sam came back to the cabin looking thoroughly pleased. “That’ was a nice break.” He told Dean as he
flopped down in the second lawn chair.
“You fit in so well into yuppie world, it scares me.” Dean noted.
“Shut up.” Sam glared.
“No, seriously, you have a knack for it I never did. Kids, relationships. “ Dean shrugged.
“You’re better with kids than I am Dean.” Sam pointed out.
Dean drank his beer and ignored that response. “Go put something on. I’m tired of watching people
stare at you.”
“Dean, it’s hot. And you’re half naked yourself.” Sam snapped.
“Sammy...” Dean warned.
“I’m not taking this from you anymore, Dean. So either you do what you’re going to do or shut up.”
Sam scowled. He stayed where he was. “You’re not going to hurt me; you aren’t capable of hurting
me, Dean. You’re just pissed at the world right now and using whatever fucked up emotion in side of
you as an excuse.”
“Shut up, Sammy.” Dean grunted.
“Or what?” Sam smirked. He knew he was pushing it. He also knew he could take Dean if he needed
to in a fight. He wasn’t weak by any means even with a broken arm. He’d also been thinking that
maybe one way of getting a handle on the problems Dean was having was a full out confrontation.
Dean’s growl was from deep in the pit of his stomach. He jumped to his feet and stalked to the cabin
door. “Sam.” He said sharply, the word a crack of a whip. “Inside, now.”
For a moment, Sam thought about not obeying Dean. Instead, he rose and entered the cabin. He
thought it was better than yelling at each other out on the cabin deck within ear shot of unsuspecting
families. “Alright, Dean. I’m inside.” He turned to his brother.
Dean shut the cabin door and stared at Sam. His gaze slid over Sam’s form, bare except for the swim
trunks. He strode over to his brother and punched him, knocking Sam to the floor. “I told you to get
dressed.”
Sam held his jaw, stunned. “Dean?”
Dean’s fists were clenched as he stood over Sam. He shook with anger as he glared down at Sam.
There had to be a way to calm down Dean, Sam had never seen him like this before. Dean had never
tried to hurt him and he certainly hadn’t ever looked the way he looked now. Sam could only think of
one thing to do to calm Dean down. He got to his knees. “Dean..” He said softly. “Dean, I’m sorry. It
won’t happen again.”
Dean stepped closer to Sam, “It had better not.”
“Let me make it up to you.” Sam suggested as he cleared his throat. His face flushed slightly as he
thought about what he was going to do.
Dean was now close enough to touch. The rage burned through him, electrifying every sense. “And
how would you do that?”
Sam’s fingers hooked into one of Dean’s pockets. “Let me try.”
Dean’s brows furrowed, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, he nodded, his eyes fixed on Sam.
Sam had no idea what he was doing at all. He just knew that this might be the only way to get his
brother to calm down. His fingers fumbled with the button of Dean’s jeans, every nerve reacting to the
reality of what he was about to do. Sam cursed his broken arm; it would make things so much easier
without that problem. He took a deep breath and unzipped his brother’s jeans.
He forced himself to watch as the semi rigid cock was freed from confinement. Dean stepped out of
his jeans to give himself free movement. He should be repulsed by it. In the back of his mind he knew
how wrong this was but his body had other ideas. Dean was big, not huge, but big enough. Sam
thought about what he read and his spine tingled. He felt heat pooling in his groin and swallowed.
He lifted his eyes to Dean who still stared down at him. There was something unreadable in that
expression, something foreign. Dean was struggling within, he could tell. He wished he knew what to
say. “I want to do this, Dean.” He assured his brother. He received only a nod in response. Dean
moved his hand to thread his fingers through Sam’s hair. It was a tentative touch; Sam could feel
uncertainty that matched his own and something more. Perhaps fear, he wasn’t sure.
Sam turned his attention back to the aroused cock. This was the point of no return. If he did this, their
relationship would change forever. They hadn’t talked this out; they hadn’t even looked into what was
going on and what was pushing Dean. “Dean.” Sam said softly as he looked up once more.
Dean nodded and swallowed himself. “I’m ok, Sam. You don’t have to do anything.” He was holding on
to sanity and control by a thread. Every part of him was screaming to take what was offered. “You don’
t.”
Sam turned to kiss the palm of his brother’s hand tentatively. “I know I don’t have to, Dean. I want to.”
“Do you even know how?” Dean raised an amused eyebrow. It was the first sign of Dean’s temper
dissipating He teased the ridge of Sam’s ear with his thumb.
“No, but I’ve done some reading.” Sam grinned sheepishly. He reached up and ran two fingers down
the length of Dean’s cock which almost immediately leapt to attention.
“Jesus.” Dean grunted.
Sam took a few breaths as he watched Dean’s cock twitch under his fingers. It was fascinating and
beautiful. He cleared his throat. “You’re big, Dean. What eight? Eight and a half?”
“I never actually measured it.” Dean smirked. “Are you going to take notes and stare or do something
useful with your mouth?”
Sam responded by dragging his tongue down the length and up again. The moan that resulted
spurred him on. He grinned and glanced up. “Looks like I’m a fast learner.” He whispered.
“I never—“ Dean began then he cried out. Sam had taken the head of his cock into his mouth and the
sensation caused his legs to buckle slightly. Dean held Sam’s shoulders, swearing.
It was difficult at first to figure out how to breathe with something that big sticking down your throat.
Sam grunted when he felt Dean try to thrust into him. He was finding it difficult enough to breathe. He
pulled off his brother’s leaking cock. “Stop it, Dean. I can’t breathe when you do that.” He told Dean
sharply.
“Relax your throat and stop being a girl.” Dean responded. “Breathe through your nose.”
“You’ve done this?”
“Yeah.”
“Who?!?” Sam was hardly surprised and didn’t like the feeling of annoyance that resulted.
“It doesn’t matter. Just relax your throat.” Dean rasped.
Sam nodded; he took Dean’s cock between his lips again with a little less urgency. He did as
instructed, but still found it hard to manage breathing and sucking at the same time. It did not seem
that Dean minded, however, given the sounds his brother was making. Sam smiled at those sounds;
they reminded him of why he was doing this.
It wasn’t just because he wanted to calm down his brother; Sam wasn’t naïve enough to think that.
There had always been something unspoken between them but Dean had never said anything or
acted on it. Sam had never brought it up. They had gone through childhood and had their fair share
of girlfriends and lovers. Dean had never taken it a step further. Sam was fairly sure this had
something to do with their Dad’s death. While John was alive, there was no way Dean would ever have
risked showing his true feelings. Somehow that control had snapped. Sam had always buried his
desire. He’d buried it so far and deep that he’d forgotten about it.
Dean’s actions lately had brought all of it back. He remembered it now. The suppressed need, the
way he’d find any excuse to sleep in Dean’s bed growing up. He remembered also the argument
between John and Dean. One he’d forgotten.
“He’s too young, Dean. Don’t think I don’t see the way you look at him.” Both Dean and John had
thought he wasn’t home, thought he was out at the library. He remembered seeing John hit Dean and
his brother fall to the floor.
“Nothing will ever happen, Dad. I swear it.” Dean had promised. “Nothing.”
It was only now that Sam realized that conversation had been about him. He’d been nineteen and had
already decided to go to college.
Now, his brother’s cock filled his mouth, stiff and relentless. He had gotten used to the sensation and
learned how to breathe. He glanced up to see his brother’s flushed face and gasping breaths. Dean
was close to coming. “Sammy…Sammy.” He whimpered.
*That’s it… that’s it Dean.* Sam thought to himself, *let it go.*
Without warning, Dean’s warm seed exploded into his mouth and Sam gagged for breath. He had to
pull off and try to wipe his mouth. Dean wouldn’t let him. His brother dragged Sam to his feet and
kissed him. It was a hard and desperate, teeth, passion, and need. There was nothing romantic when
Dean shoved him up against the wall and attacked his lips. Their hands were everywhere, touching
muscles and warm heat on smooth skin.
A dam had broken, and there was no turning back this time.
*
Outside as the sun set, he smiled. Dean Winchester was easy to manipulate. It was just icing on the
cake that Sam wanted Dean just as much. He didn’t expect the footfall that followed or the flap of
wings.
“You don’t know the power of this family do you?”
“You aren’t supposed to interfere in human affairs.”
“Neither are you.”
“Do you really think you can save Dean Winchester from his fate?”
“You have your job, I have mine.”
“He belongs with us, he is ours!”
“We’ll see about that.”
If anyone had been watching the exchange they would only see blood, and a shadow of six dark
wings. The curved blade came down without a swipe that sliced the man in two. His body was dragged
into the trees.
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