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      Dean_Winchester/Sam_Winchester, Dean_Winchester/John_Winchester
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      Epiales
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      Pre-Series, Underage_Sex, First_Time, Blow_Jobs, Physical_Abuse, Top_Sam,
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      Published: 2015-06-27 Chapters: 9/9 Words: 32070
****** Dreams and Nightmares ******
by Yonkyu
Summary
     The Winchester’s are on a hunt at the beginning of the summer. They
     are headed to Salem, Mass, I place full of supernatural connections.
     Sam has these dreams of pure ecstasy. John has dreams full of regret.
     Dean pushes forward on the hunt to discover what this creature is all
     about. Without realization, John makes a mistake and could become a
     victim for this creature. These dreams rattle John and Sam. They
     don’t know what to do and they turn towards Dean for help that they
     can’t really explain. Will they stop the creature in time or will
     John and Sam fall and become the next victims?
Notes
     Author's Notes at the end.
***** Chapter One *****
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Chapter_One
Sam’s POV

It’s a hot and humid summer day, and Sam relaxes against a large oak tree while
watching his father and brother spar in the open dirt of the meadow. He
observes how Dean uses his arms for blocking punches and kicks. Dean swings his
arms across his body, blocking his father’s incoming punch. He would side-step
out of the way to use his forearms in a downward motion to block a punch or
cross his arms together in an X-block against a powerful kick. 


Sam grins wide when Dean strikes his father with a strong front kick to his
solar plexus that lands him on his ass with the wind knocked out of him.


Sam does his best to cover the chuckle that escapes him at the look on his
father’s face, pure shock, impressed until it turns to anger. 


“Enough of this! Dean! Four laps around the field and 100 pushups” John side
glances to look at Sam before he continues, “Sam! You will hold his ankles off
the ground in the wheelbarrow hold while he does his reps.”


John stands up while he brushes the dirt off his body, pinches his lips
together, shakes his head, and curses under his breath. 


Dean stands there, mouth hanging wide open as if to say something, but thinks
better of it.


John barks out his order, “Now, Dean!”


John turns on his heels and heads towards his truck. Getting in it and leaving
for the motel.


Sam breathes in to look up at his brother, all he can hear is the swishing of
the long grass as Dean runs through the field. Dean always does as he is told,
but never once does he receive praise or positive feedback for doing a deed
well.


Sam gazes at Dean while he runs through the hot open terrain. His brother is
getting stronger, the more sparring matches he has with their Dad, and Sam
wonders if he will be able to hold his own against his brother. They are the
same height now, and it pisses Dean off more than he can say. Though the more
he thought, the more he realized they were not the same height. He is taller
than Dean by at least 3 or 4 inches.


The swishing sounds stop and the book he was pretending to read is knocked out
of his hands. Sam frowns as it hits the ground. 


“Come on Sam. I want to get these pushups over with. Let’s go.”


Dean leans over and places his palms in the dirt holding his upper body off the
ground with his feet shoulder width apart.


Sam sighs and pushes up onto his feet. He grabs his brother’s ankles and grunts
as he lifts Dean’s feet up into position. Dean begins the pushups ordered by
their father.


Dean sweats in the sun as if it’s his punishment, to himself, for knocking
their father on his ass. 


Sam wouldn’t punish Dean. He is proud of his brother and to witness the
strength and confidence Dean’s has built through the matches with their father.
Though their father has nothing to say about it. At 21, Dean is an adult, but
John still controls the situation and rules for both of them – and Dean lets
him. 


Sam hears the shame in taking their father down in Dean’s voice as he counts.
He knows that Dean was only sparring, but a part of him wants to know if it was
something more. A sign, a message, or a way to communicate with the man Dean
idolized for years. 


Watching the way the material bunches around Dean’s shoulders and upper arms,
Sam can see the muscles his brother has gained recently. He smiles and knows
that Dean is trying to change himself, on his own, without anyone to say
otherwise. Sam wonders who he is trying to impress. It’s not like Dean has been
on a date in a long while. Sam gets lost in his thoughts and he doesn’t hear
Dean telling him to drop his feet.


“Sam. I’m done now. Sam, drop my feet, dude.”


Sam is so far gone that he stares, unfocused at his brother until Dean kicks
his feet. He shakes his head and drops his brother’s feet as if they burnt him.
Dean lands face first into the dirt below him.


“Sam? What the hell?” He gets up and brushes the dirt off of his frame. 


“Dean. I’m sorry. I’ll get you some water.” 


Dean sighs and rolls his eyes. Abashed, Sam grabs his book and sits back
against the tree doing his best to avoid his brother.


He’s not sure what took place but knows something happened, and he can’t quite
put his finger on it. 


The way his brother moves, smoothly up and down, through each pushup – the
tension of his muscles – the slight shake within his body at having his younger
brother hold his feet through the reps. 


Sam looks back up at his brother who has his head cocked to the side, grins
wide. “My water, Sammy?”


“Here, Dean.” Sam smiles as he tosses the water bottle to his brother. 


The warmth that radiates from Dean is a change. The relaxed appearance, the
sparkle in his eyes, and the soft hum from Dean; Sam can see from his gaze
makes him hold his breath. The moment is like a punch to his guts and it
rattles him to his core. What the hell is going on with Dean? It’s as if Dean
discovered who he was or admitted to himself, a deep, hidden secret. Sam wants
to know what changed.


Dean takes a seat right next to him, leaning up against the tree as he sighs.


“Dad is pissed.” 


“That was a great kick, Dean. Dad should be pleased that you’re getting
stronger.” After all, Sam is pleased with his brother’s accomplishment.


“Thanks, Sammy.” Dean sighs and shakes his head in defeat. “I don’t think he
sees it that way.” 


“He will when the time is right.” 


Dean grins, “But, it felt good.” He tells his brother about this obvious
accomplishment.


Sam smiles and bumps shoulders with his brother in encouragement and support.


They both get comfortable against the tree while Dean, leans his head towards
the sky – eyes closed – breathes in deep. Eyes still closed he bumps Sam again,
letting his legs sprawl until his thigh presses against his brother. It's pure
contentment and strange after all the weird signals from Dean. But, Sam is
happy to have his brother by his side, fighting, and discovering what is in
store for them in the long run.


~*~*~


After a while, Dean nudges his leg and glances towards the Impala.


“We’d better get going Sam. Before I get more damn reps.” He mutters through
gritted teeth.


“Sure thing Dean.”


They get up and head towards the car. Sam reaches out and grabs Dean’s arm.
Dean stops dead.


“Sam?” He asks, biting his lower lip.


Sam shakes his head to clear it because the look in Dean’s eyes makes him ache
in his chest.


“I just wanted to let you know, Dean, that was an amazing kick. It was
powerful.” His voice is filled with confidence and pride for his brother’s
accomplishment. The slight discomfort (after all, they never complement each
other) is worth it, seeing the radiant smile form on his brother’s face.


“Thanks, Sammy.” He whispers. Dean’s chin lowers to his chest and his gaze
falls to his feet. It’s like his cheeks burn at the attention from another
person, even if it’s his younger brother.


They take their seats in the Impala, Dean behind the wheel and Sam in the
passenger seat, as they head towards the motel. Sam watches the way Dean shifts
the car into gear and leave the field behind them. He watches the muscles flex
beneath the wife-beater pulling tight across Dean’s muscular chest. 


Sam takes the time to really look at his brother. Over the last few years Sam
has noticed Dean grow into himself – becoming a man – the strong, skilled
hunter he was pushed into being by their Dad. 


Dean passes the High School Sam is currently attending. Sam catches Dean who
looks longingly at the school like he wishes he could attend - like he has
missed out on an important part of his life. At that moment, he promises
himself, and his brother, that they will get away from their father and his
obsession and go to college. Have a normal life. Sam only needs to convince
Dean it’s time to have a life he truly wants and deserves.


He hates the tension that pulses through his brother’s body at the way their
father treats him. Always a soldier that follows orders (like a good reservist
and son) without question. Sam wonders how much is Dean or how much is
influenced by a teenager who shows affection, praise, and understanding towards
him while the same child fights against the wishes of their father. 


Sam knows it will be difficult for Dean to ever make that decision, but he has
an entire year to work his charm on his brother. Sam wants the best for himself
and his brother, even if Dean thinks otherwise. He deserves the same
opportunities as everyone else. 


~*~*~


Dean pulls into the parking lot and parks next to their Dad’s truck. Getting
out of the car, Sam heads towards their motel room, number 16. Turning around,
Sam notices that Dean hasn’t left the car. He sits there, staring blankly out
of the car window, hands wrapped tight around the steering wheel. Slowly, he
walks towards the driver’s side window and lightly taps it to get Dean’s
attention. Sam watches the way Dean flinches at the unexpected noise before
cautiously looking up at Sam.


“Are you coming, Dean?” His eyebrows furrow with concern.


“Yeah. Yeah, I’m coming, Sammy.” Dean’s voice is low and scrapes a hand through
his hair.


Dean sinks into the seat before he pulls the keys out of the ignition and opens
the door. Before his brother is able to step foot outside, they hear a voice
bellowing out to them.


“Sam. Dean. Get inside and clean up. Pack your things. We’re heading out.”


“A new hunt, Dad?” Sam yells back, hunched shoulders with his hands hidden in
his pockets at the thought of moving again.


“Yeah, Sam. Some creature messing with people’s dreams.”


“Okay. We’re coming.” Dean says full of energy and ready for the hunt, eager to
avoid the mishap of their training earlier.


~*~*~


The Winchester boys sit in the diner a few miles away from the motel, trying to
listen to their father explain the case to them. Sam finds it hard to
concentrate. It seems overwhelming to be up rooted again, but it’s the story of
their lives, whether he likes it or not.


“What’s the creature doing with visions?” Dean asks.


“From what I gather, Dean. It’s somehow messing with people’s delusions. Taking
illusions from one person and switching it with another person’s. They then act
out these dreams, but they’re not just dreams. They are their worst
nightmares.”


“How is that even possible?” Sam asks eyebrows raised and leaned forward.


“I have no idea, son. But we’re going to find out. We’re heading to Salem,
Massachusetts.” John’s grinning.


“Salem’s a prime area for the Supernatural, right, Dad?” 


“Yeah, that’s right, Sam. We head out in the morning. Sleep well tonight,
boys.” John states slyly with a grin.


“Good night, Dad.” Sam returns, with a grin of his own. 


“Night, Dad.” Dean replies with his classic eye roll attached.


They all leave the diner and head for the motel room. They are going to need
all the sleep they can get if there is some monster messing around with
people’s dreams. 
***** Chapter Two *****
Chapter_Two

Sam’s POV


Sam finds himself sitting under a large oak tree in a meadow gazing upon his
brother. Watching the way Dean approaches him, hips swaying, with a bottle of
water in his hand. Dean is wearing a tight, white, wife beater with black
running shorts. His body shines with the sheer sweat filming his body. 


“Here, Sam. It’s fucking hot out here.” He says with a smile.


“Thanks, Dean.” He says a blush creeps across his face.


“How’s the book?” He asks while he positions himself into a pushup.


Sam swallows at the way the muscles in Dean’s arms flex and contract when he’s
in position. Noticing the tight ass through his running shorts, Sam shivers at
the sight. He feels his arousal grow within this own shorts, and feels
embarrassed for having these weird feelings for his brother. 


Dean starts counting while he does his pushup reps ordered by their Dad as he
lowers himself towards the earth below him and grunts on the way up. The well-
toned muscles hidden beneath the fabric of his shirt make him ache with want,
to reach forward and expose them. Sam resists this pull towards his brother the
best he can.


Sam glances at the strong limbs holding Dean’s body in position. The slight bow
of his legs is prominent in the stance. He observes the bead of sweat that
rolls down his brother’s hair, onto his neck, and down his back, pooling on his
lower back as the wetness on his shirt grows.


“Sam. Stop staring.” He pushes out with a labored breath.


“Dean.” He breathes out, embarrassed at the feelings pulsing in his body. He
feels the want, the need, the urge to tackle his brother right there and do
things he never thought he would want to explore in the first place.


“Sam?” He can hear his name being called, but it’s too muffled for him to
understand it. 


“Sam! Wake up dude.” Dean yells into the room.


Sam jumps out of bed and lands on the floor with a bang. “Oomph.” He looks
around and notices the way 
Dean leans against the doorway of the bathroom; a mischievousness grin on his
face.


“It’s about damn time.” 


“Sorry. I’m up now.” 


Shit. It all comes flooding back and suddenly he feels shy around his brother.
His cheeks are burning red. He just had a dream, a weird dream, about his
brother. Sam takes a quick peek up through his lashes and notices that Dean is
wearing a white wife beater and jeans. The tight denim that are worn and fitted
on his brother’s body. The jeans only highlight taut muscles and bow legs that
could easily wrap around strong hips. 


Fuck! He can’t believe he’s thinking about his brother like this. Though he
smiles to himself, knowing it’s going to be a long summer fantasizing about his
older, attractive brother. He is screwed. 


~*~*~


Once the Winchesters are packed up, they leave behind Seattle and head towards
the East Coast, all the way to Salem, Massachusetts. A three-thousand-mile
drive across country with his brother and father for a hunt, possibly a witch
hunt, given the location they are heading to. 


About four hours into the drive, the simple sounds of the car, a soft hum from
Dean, and the quietness of AC/DC runs through the speaker’s that lolls Sam to
sleep. 


Sam and Dean are in their stinky motel room. There are two double beds with a
red and brown comforter, frayed at the edges. The walls are a deep scarlet
while the floor is a musty brown color with multiple stains coating the ground
behind his feet. Cobwebs hang from the ceiling and dust covering every surface
he can see. 


“Achoo.” 


Sam hears Dean sneeze once his duffel bag lands on the bed. This is the worst
place they have been to in quite some time. He turns around and takes in Dean’s
appearance. Dean seats on the edge of the bed, elbows upon his knees, and a
tissue across his nose. His eyes are red and swollen from the amount of dust
within the room. 


Sam heads towards the sink and wets some paper towels to wipe the surfaces in
the room; the end tables, the main table, and counter in the small kitchenette.
He heads towards his duffel and looks to see if they have any Benadryl to help
ease his brothers’ symptoms. He inwardly shouts his appreciation for finding
the white bottle of pills. Sam shakes two out, fills a glass of water, and
takes it to Dean.


Kneeling in front of his brother, Sam waits until Dean looks down at Sam with a
questioning expression on his face.


“Sam?”


“Here, Dean. These will help with your sneezing.” He states calmly, handing
Dean the pills and water.


Dean tosses them into his mouth and gulps down the water in no time. Sam
reaches to take the glass back from Dean who seems to be locked in position and
can’t move. Sam in turn is ogling Dean with wide hazel eyes and out of nowhere
he feels this need to move closer to his brother. Without knowing what was
happening, Sam leans towards Dean and their lips meet in a simple press of skin
on skin. 


Sam feels this surge of love and passion radiate through his body. He drops the
glass and his hands wrap around Dean’s neck, pulling Dean closer. Sam
tentatively opens his mouth and can feel Dean doing the same. The brush of his
tongue on Sam’s ignites a fire within Sam, who pushes forward, making Dean,
squeak in surprise until he is laying on top of his brother, kissing him hard
and hungry. Sam pushed his tongue into his brother’s mouth, licks across his
palate, to map out his brother’s mouth; soaking up Dean’s taste and scent. Sam
can feel the strong pressure of Dean’s tongue on his, dueling for dominance. He
takes advantage of his position, presses his body flush with Dean’s; feeling
his rapid beating heart against his chest even with all the layers of clothing.
Sam smiles from ear to ear hearing the moan he pulls from his brother’s plump
lips’.


“Sam.”


He can hear his name being called and feels a hand on his shoulder, shakes him
hard.


“Sam. Wake up dude. We’re here.” Dean says with a mischievous grin.


Sam blinks quickly, as his eyes adjust to the sunlight. He turns to face Dean
and gasps at the sight. Bright green eyes sparkle in the sunlight and there’s a
slight redness color to his brothers’ face.


Sam sits up and rubs his hand against his face. He shakes his head and takes a
few deep breathes to calm his erratic heartbeat. Peering at his brother, Sam
feels a blush spread across his face. He can’t believe he had another goddamn
dream about his older brother. Sam smiles at the thought. It must be some
stupid crush that he can’t shake it off. It’s surprising, really, why he has
this attraction to his closed-off brother. Dean is a man that keeps a close
guard on his emotions, or ever shows that he wants something for himself. There
has to be a reason, because it’s starting to freak him out to have these dreams
about Dean!


“Sam?” Dean asks with concern.


He must have fallen silent. Sam gathers himself before looking up at Dean with
honest eyes and a slight nod of acknowledgement. Adjusting himself in his seat
and he realizes with a blush that his pants are tenting. Fuck! Seriously. Okay,
calm down, and breathe.


“I’m fine. Let’s go eat - I’m starving.” He needs to make himself feel and act
‘normal’ around his brother. 


Sam opens the door and rolls out, slams it shut behind him. He quickly slides
his hand down to his groin and presses his palm firmly against himself, to
relieve the ache in his balls. 


Embarrassment washes over him and he follows behind Dean into the diner where
their father is waiting for them. 


~*~*~


“Why’d it take you boys so long to get here?” John’s already irritated, but
before Sam can say anything, Dean responds.


“What’s the matter, old man? In a hurry?” Dean’s reply is pure sarcasm and he
adds his fashionable eye-roll.


“Sit down, Dean. This is serious. We’re here for a hunt. Can you stay focused?”
John berates his eldest.


“Yes, sir! I’m focused.” Dean groans, but complies on the spot.


Sam clenches his jaw, eyes tighten at the way Dean obeys without question and
accepts the treatment as normal for a father and son relationship. Despite his
heavy sigh, Sam gets more curious about this case because his Dad seems to be
all over it and makes sure they are in tip-top shape to deal with this unknown
creature. 


“Hey, Dad, can you tell us about this hunt?” Sam questions his father. 


It’s quiet and Sam feels the tension build among them. They’re all anxious
about what the hunt is all about, and nervous as hell at what they are possibly
up against.


“Some people are having these dreams - nightmares – that get switched with
loved ones and then they act them out. In all cases, some shredded red and
black skin is left next to the victims. The reports state that the skin is
textured like a bat. So we’re dealing with some form of winged creature with
red and black skin.”


It takes a few minutes before Sam can form a question to learn more about the
case before they get down in dealing with said creature.


“How is the creature using these nightmares against people, Dad?” 


His Dad takes a large swig of his drink and leans forwards across the table,
apparently willing to share the rest of his information. Sam can feel the
stillness of Dean’s body at the movement, as if it’s his fault they’re on this
case to begin with. Sam’s glancing at Dean. Watching Dean sit there with his
head up, eyes roaming the place, muscles clenching and contracting, waiting for
the order, the demand, the harsh bark, from his earlier, sarcastic reply. It’s
not Dean’s fault, it’s the creatures, and their Dad’s obsession with finding
the thing that killed Mom. 


Sam nudges Dean’s foot slightly, adding a knowing glare. Dean needs to focus
and pay attention for what’s to come next, not think about how this is his
fault. Dean nods slightly and looks back down at his plate. He raises his gaze
to their father as John begins to speak.


“Sam, I have no idea how this creature is using people’s nightmares against
them and making them kill. We need to research further; which means we will
need to get ahold of the skin. Though I’m not even sure that will get us very
far. I’ve never heard of a creature like this before, so we will need to work
as a team on this case. Can you boys handle that?”


“Yes, sir!” Dean complies quickly without thought.


Sam is to slow in answering. Too slow for his father, as John is demanding,
“Can you, Sam?”


“Yes, sir! I can handle it. Even the research.” Sam watches the pleased and
proud expression on his Dad’s face. A quick glance shows, Dean’s is cold and
hurt without even knowing it. Sam’s gut clenches, as he receives the praise
while Dean’s is just expected, regardless of how he would respond. Sam wishes
he could do something to help and reassure his brother. 


They finish up at the diner and head towards their respective vehicles. Their
Dad takes off down the road in a rush to get to the other side of the country.
Sam shakes his head in amusement and chuckles to himself. Clearly their father
is still pissed by the take down and for them to be late to the diner. Normally
he’d be mad at his Dad for taking off, but now he feels proud that he trusts
them enough to go, after everything that happened.


Dean punches Sam in the arm. Eyes green as emeralds in the bright sunlight on
the horizon. Sam hits Dean back with a grin of excitement in their new
adventure.


A slight nod of his head and Dean pulls out of the parking lot. They’ve got a
long ride a head of them.


Dean pulls into a motel at midnight and gets a room. Though Dean looks pissed
off as he returns to the car. He tosses Sam the room key and after glancing at
the number, Sam leads them to their room. Where he stops and gasps at the
sight. One twin bed with a brown, lumpy pull-out couch. Couches fucking suck,
but before Sam can get a word out Dean speaks.


“Take the bed, Sasquatch. I’ll take the couch.”


“Dean? You sure?” 


Dean wouldn’t normally just offer up the bed. Sam has to wonder if Dean has
other thoughts about the situation.


“Sam. Take the bed.” His cuts off and there will be no further discussion.


Sam doesn’t need to be told twice. And then, being the pain in the ass little
brother he is, he races into the bathroom before his brother, and takes a long
heated shower to ease the ache in his muscles from sitting in the car for so
long. Dean hates to stop for long periods of time; only long enough to take
care of ‘baby’ and grab some food for the road.


He lets the hot water beat down until he feels the muscles loosening up. It
feels wonderful as his body relaxes, Sam gets lost in his thoughts. His
thoughts are of Dean and his bright, green eyes that are his answer to his
soul.


Sam opens their motel room and encourages Dean to enter first. Sam supports him
with a hand on his lower back, slightly pushing him forward into the dark room.
Once they are inside, Sam uses his foot to close the door behind them, as if
they are hiding some secret, they don’t want a single soul to know about it.


The next moment he has his brother pushed up against the door and breathing
harsh at the effort of keeping Dean pressed tight on the wooden door. Dean
tries to catch his breath at being manhandled by his little brother. 


And it’s less than a heartbeat before Sam’s mouth is covering Dean’s, not
wasting time or allowing his brother a pause to change what is happening in
this moment. It’s a pulse deep within his soul that he needs to release, and he
hopes that Dean understands and has the same pulse vibrating in his body.



The kiss is hard, furious, and possessive. Sam’s need and want overpower the
fact that Dean has responded to the kiss and pushes his tongue between plump
lips. Maybe they’ve both been too scared to express and share the knowledge
with each other. But now they’ve lost the fight, they get lost in the
overpowering sensations, the lust, and the excitement of making the moment
last. The sound of a guttural moan escapes Dean’s mouth into his sends shivers
so powerful that they rack his body; he is on the edge for more.


Sam takes that as a good sign and kisses along Dean’s strong, angular jawline.
The sounds and moans he pulls from his brother are music to his ears. A sound
he was looking for but never let himself find. Having Dean up against the door
gives him the strength to lift his brother up, his hands firmly under his ass.
A hard, firm ass that belongs solely to Sam and no one else. Dean lets out a
squeal and Sam grins wide at his brother sounding like a girl. He knows Dean
will deny it later, but Sam will remind him every second he can since Dean
always calls him the girl. 


Dean wraps his strong, bow legs tight around Sam’s waist, his erection pressed
against Sam’s stomach. The feeling of Dean hard within his tight jeans makes
Sam’s cock twitch at the promise for more, a lot more than he ever bargained
for. 


Sam takes a risk and carries Dean towards the closest bed. Dean tenses within
his arms and once Sam drops him on the bed Dean lets out a giggle - a giggle of
all things – and sits with this ridiculous grin on his face. Heat forms on his
cheeks, his neck, and his chest, the redness of being both embarrassed and
turned on by his little brother. It’s something Dean never will admit to but
seems to content to explore together.


Sam crawls up Dean’s figure, spreads his brother’s legs, as he slides into
place between them, on top of his extremely hot body. A smile forms on his lips
while Dean gazes at him with anticipation of what is to come. He places his
right palm over Dean’s heart and can feel the rapid, erratic pulse against his
flesh. 


The ache within his jeans threaten to cut off his circulation and he distracts
himself by leaning towards Dean’s face. Surprised, Dean moves his head up
towards Sam, and they meet half way for a chaste kiss to become heated. 


Sam edges his tongue into Dean’s mouth and the initial soft press of muscles
against one another changes fast. The duel for dominance kicks into gear and an
escaped moan brushes up against his lips. Fuck! Sam never thought he could get
any harder, but his cock was sure pleased with Dean’s sounds.


It pushes him forward and he gets to his awaited prize in his brother’s faded
blue jeans. Feeling spurred on, Sam kisses along Dean’s stubbly jawline and
feels his brother’s cock twitch against his hip. He has a grin on his face, a
warmth spreads across his body at his brother’s reactions. Reactions he wrings
from his brother’s body. His big brother. 


Sam sucks at a creamy white ear lobe and elicits both a gasp of pure ecstasy
and the buck of Dean’s hips towards his aching groin. Sam scrapes his teeth
against the sensitive spot of Dean’s ear lope, as Sam trails down Dean’s chest
and kisses along Dean’s collarbone and between his pecs. On his way past he
casually flicks his index finger against a hard nub, the moans escape Dean’s
mouth turns him on even more, how was that even possible? The thought that he
is able to make Dean feel good and loved is the most important thing he wants
for them.


“Sam…” He says out of breath.


“I got you, Dean. It’s going to be okay. Let me take care of you.” Sam tells
Dean with a smile on his face as he continues his journey down Dean’s body,
placing chaste kisses along his brother’s torso.


One kiss towards Dean’s belly button and Dean jerks up and bucks his hips up
against Sam’s chest. Sam grins into the spot and dips his tongue into the
hollow, and sucking up with a pop.


“Fuck, Sam. Stop teasing.” He moans.


“I’m getting there.” Sam chuckles to himself at how turned on Dean is, and how
much he is turned on by having his older brother underneath him.


Sam pulls back Dean’s boxers in a slow motion while his brother hisses at him.
Dean’s cock springs free and pre-come is already leaking heavily. Sam gently
wraps his large palm around the thick dick of his brother and licks at the
head, collecting the stream of pre-come. Dean arches on the bed, head thrown
back in pure ecstasy, and the slight pressure of his hips meeting Sam’s forearm
laying below his belly button.


Sam sucks in the head and lowers his mouth on Dean’s throbbing cock, feeling
the thick vein rub against his tongue. It overwhelms him, the taste and the
smell of his brother’s musk makes him suck Dean’s cock harder.


“SAM! Fuck!” Dean screams. 


Somehow Dean is looking at him with his lust blown eyes, cheeks feverish and
flushed with embarrassment. His plump lips form an ‘O’ at being satisfied and a
blush promenaded his cheekbones.


Their gazes lock and it takes a moment for Sam to realize his brother’s seed
just shot in his mouth. The warm sweet and salty taste floods his mouth and he
swallows it down like he hit the jackpot. 


“Shit!” Sam screams as cold water starts to beat down his over sensitive body.
He shot his load against the shower wall and turns around to face the spray to
clean the mess off before jumping out of the freezing shower. Sam was so lost
in his thoughts he ran through the hot water – and Dean is going to be pissed.
But he was more worried about the dreams than Dean - they are getting
ridiculously hot and intense. He doesn’t know what to think of them, of what
they even mean in the long run. 


Sam loves his brother with all his heart, in a brotherly way that is. But
this…this is in a romantic fashion: it’s wrong and sick. Incest. It doesn’t
happen – shouldn’t happen - but then again, their family has never been like
other families or brothers.


He knew his relationship with Dean was different, closer than most brothers
would ever be. But he’s never thought of Dean, romantically, not before these
dreams. And now Sam swallows hard and covers his mouth; and at the same time
can’t help wondering what Dean would think of them, or them as a couple.
Probably never in a million years.


“Sam. Are you okay? Your food is getting cold.” Dean yells through the door.


“Yeah Dean. I’m fine.” Sam yells back.


They eat their dinner on the small table in the room; the silence is over
bearing. The concerned glances Dean, keeps giving him make him feel
overwhelmed, nervous but, better yet, make him think more into the looks from
Dean. 


“Sam, are you sure you’re okay? You seem on edge.” Dean says, tilting his head
and staring at Sam.


Heat rises up his face, and turning away Sam looks towards the window, “Yeah,
Dean. I’m fine. Tired.” Sam tells his brother, trying to get him off the
subject.


Sam gets up and throws the rest of his meal away and climbs into bed. Dean
follows right behind him and gets into his own bed on the couch, not even
bothering to open it up. 
***** Chapter Three *****
Chapter_Three

Dean’s POV


Dean wakes up early and makes coffee. As it brews, an aroma like burnt rubber
fills the air. He smiles wide as the smell reminds him of baby peeling down the
highway. He hopes it doesn’t wake his brother up.


He observes Sam’s struggles under the sheets in his sleep, body in motion: Dean
is a light sleeper and throughout the night the constant tossing, turning, and
rustling from the bed make him wonder what Sam is dreaming about.


He hopes it’s good because he has no idea what could be causing him to mutter
under his breath. 


Sam is on summer vacation, and until this hunt he had his nose stuck in a book
all the time. The only time he puts it down is to eat, sleep, and use the
john. 


Dean retrieves his coffee and sits down. His back against the armrest and his
long legs stretched out in front of him. He takes in his brother’s features
while he sleeps. Sam has finally found a comfortable position to sleep in, on
his back with his right leg bent up and his other leg, stretched out towards
the end of the bed with his arms up towards the headboard like goal posts. 


Strangely, he now seems to be relaxed after a horrible night’s sleep. Dean
hates to wake him up, but they need to get back on the road; they’re meeting
their Dad at the diner for dinner.


Dean wrinkles his eyebrows and stares straight through his brother, who is at
the end of the couch, leaning against the armrest with a small smile on his
face. 


“Dean?” Sam whispers.


He jumps at the sound and shakes his head before looking up at Sam. Dean gasps
at the sight of his brother. Sam is soaked in his own sweat and his pajama
bottoms hang low off his slender hips, his hip bones can be seen clear as day.
His hair is soaking wet at the tips, and his face is all feverish. Sam looks
like he got hit by a truck. 


“Sam? Are you okay? You look like shit?” He asks clutching his amulet.


“Yeah, Dean. I’m fine, bad dream. Well, a crazy dream. He felt so real.” He
tells Dean, rubbing his neck.


“Jump in the shower, Sam. It was only a dream. Then we’ll head out.” He tells
him.


Sam nods and heads to the shower. Dean waits to hear the water be turned on
before he starts to gather their belongings up and take them to the car.


Dean hopes Sam is feeling okay. It’s very unlike him to be having bad dreams.
The last time he had one was when he was a little kid and asked where their
daddy was. He wonders what sort of dreams his brother could be having that
cause him to become drenched in his sleep. He hoped Sam wasn’t coming down with
something. It would make this hunt worse for him if he was sick. Even though he
felt guilty about it, Dean couldn’t wait to hear more about this creature they
are hunting. He hopes the hunt will be a quick job so Sam can get back to his
holidays and feeling better.


~*~*~


Sam is leaning against the car with his right foot resting on the door, book in
hand. Dean smiles to himself, pleased that Sam cleaned himself up: softened
features, grin wide, and eyes shining brightly in the sunlight. The shower
obviously helped ease his muscles and help him to recollect himself. Though, he
grits his teeth when he realizes where Sam placed his foot, on his baby, like a
goddamn stool. 


It’s raining outside and the thick, dark clouds roll above them as they drive
down the interstate. The steady beat of the rain against the windshield washes
over Dean’s body and calms him down from the dizziness he felt in the motel
room. He hasn’t seen Sam like that in years. Dean is out of his element and the
ability to read Sam’s expressions and body language. Dean knows his brother
isn’t a little kid anymore, but he will always be worried about him whether Sam
likes it or not. It’s in his blood and personality makeup, and it can’t be shut
off. 


He loves his brother too much to let anything happen to him. 


Dean pulls over at a small run-down diner for lunch. They need to stretch and
refuel before continuing. Hopefully, the rain will let up and Sam puts the damn
book down so they can talk about this creature. All he can hear is the pitter-
patter against the window and the slow, easy breathing from Sam. All he has
done since getting in the car is read that damn book.


~*~*~


[DnN 01]


They’re on the road again and Sam is sleeping with his head on Dean’s shoulder.
The rain stopped a short time ago and the sun is now shining brightly against
the horizon. It’s not often that Dean has the quiet space to look around him.
The constant lines of flourished green blossoms of the trees move past him
before he can really see them. Dean can see birds flying around and diving in
and out of the flourished green trees. As he watches a bird swoop down, landing
on the bush, pecking at the red berries, and making a meal of it.


The simple, peacefulness within the car was relaxing. And it was better with
Sam. It has been a while since he and Sam spent quality time with each other.
Dean was always encouraging Sam to do well in school and make something of
himself, so he could hope for a better life, something better than the family
business. Dean knew damn well, whether or not he liked it that this was his
life. All he wanted to do was make sure his little pain in the ass brother was
safe and happy doing what he wanted to do, not what he was told to do by their
hard ass of a father.


Dean turns the radio on low to let Sam continue to relax and sleep until their
next stop, hoping it would be the diner in Salem. He hasn’t driven too much
further when he realizes he has to pull over at the next gas station, to fill
up and replenish their snacks. They still have eight hours to go till they
reach Salem. He pulls in a spot and reaches his hand over to rest on Sam’s
shoulder before shaking him gently awake.


“Sam? We’re at a gas station. Want to grab some snacks, take a piss before we
head out again?”


“Yeah, Dean. I’ll grab some snacks and some peanut M&M’s.” Sam tells his
brother and head’s inside the station. 


Dean smiles as Sam walks away. His eyes linger on Sam as he walks through the
doors to the station and notices the way he towers over everyone and the
muscular frame he is sporting looks good on him. Dean’s gaze ends up on Sam’s
ass and its hard and tight, perky even, and he sucks in air as the wind is
knocked out of him. 


Dean shakes his head and sighs, taking small breaths in and out to slow his
pounding heart. He opens the gas tank and reaches for the gas hose, placing the
nozzle into the tank. Dean considers the changes in his brother’s appearance:
when did that happen and why do they make the heat spread across his face? The
slamming of the door brings him back to reality. He’s never really looked at
Sam in that way before.


“Hey Dean. I got us some snacks and I got you a cup of Joe.” Sam says, smiling.


Dean pulls the nozzle out of the tank and places it back on its hook. He closes
the gas tank and pays before sliding into his seat behind the wheel. Dean looks
over to Sam with a grin on his face and heads towards the interstate.


“How much longer, Dean?” Sam asks, face tightened and eyes narrowed. Looks like
his little brother’s good mood didn’t last long.


“About eight hours. The last stretch before we hit our destination.” Dean
replies.


“Dean, what do you think about the case?” He asks sliding forward in his seat.


“I think it’s out of our league. An unknown creature that seems like a bat. A
bat that can be harmful.” 


“It’s a creature, Dean. Hurting people, with nightmares. Do you think it’s a
witch?”


“Sam, you know how I hate witches.” Dean snarls in disgust. “I think we have a
lot of research to do on this creature.”


“How can a creature control dreams? How does it switch a person’s dream with
another? How does it make a person do horrible things to others?”


“I don’t know. I have no idea. It sounds like a god or evil spirit.” He says
with a fake smile.


“Come on. A god or spirit? I don’t think so.” Sam releases a self-deprecating
laugh.


“Well, what do we know? It has black and red skin that feels like rubber.
Sounds like a bat creature with special powers that can control minds. Mind
control, Sam!” He gasps at the thought.


“A creature with mind control. Yeah, okay, shit - it seriously has to be a God
or evil spirit.” Sam frowns and sighs at the mere thought. 


The rush of warmth that spreads across Dean’s face makes him look out the side
window, before he turns back towards the road they are driving down. It has
been a long while since either Sam or Dad seemed interested in his thoughts or
views about a hunt. It makes him feel wanted and needed, part of the team to
take out this creature and other monsters they will face in the future. 


“Nice thinking.”


“Thanks, Sam. So if it’s a God or Spirit, which kind can it be?” He asks.


“I’m not sure on that, Dean. It would have to be related to dreams and
nightmares, since all the victims are acting out their worst nightmare once the
dreams are switched.” 


“True, Sam. It would have to be related to nightmares, since all the victims
are being haunted by their fears. 


“Any ideas on how will we kill it?”


“Well, maybe if it’s a Spirit, it could be a simple salt and burn.” A huge grin
and excitement on his face while he recognizes this could be a quick hunt after
all. Once they killed the creature, Dean will get to spend some time with Sam
before school starts again. 


“Do you think it will be a simple salt and burn case? And would burning the
bones stop the nightmares?” Sam questions, tilting his head to the side. 


“It’s a Spirit - a ghost. Burning the bones should take care of it.” He tells
Sam.


Sam bites his lip and rubs his hands down his pant legs. Dean has a sudden urge
to reassure his brother. 


“I’ll always have your back Sammy. I won’t let this creature get you.” Dean
tells Sam with affection and love. Reminding his brother that he will always
keep him safe.


“I know, Dean.” He responds light-heartedly.


~*~*~


Sam gathers up his book from the backseat and opens it up to the last page he
was reading. He pulls his left foot up onto the seat, leg bent at the knee, and
sinks back in his seat and hums softy to Metallica. 


With a pleased smile on his face, Dean relaxes into his seat. He keeps an eye
on Sam, with concern and wonderment. Dean couldn’t quite figure out this
emotional tug in his gut towards his brother that was making his heart ache
with confusion. He has watched Sam grow up from a needy little boy, to a well-
rounded, head-on-his-shoulders man, who knew what he wanted out of life and
would achieve it whether others liked it or not. 


Deciding not to think about it, Dean hums along with Sam and taps his fingers
to the beat against the steering wheel. He gets lost in the song and starts
singing out loud. The bemused laughing beside him breaks his thoughts and the
blush of embarrassment is back on his face. God what is wrong with him?
Blushing is for girls, not Dean Winchester, the hunter. He takes the time to
peer at his brother and sees his look of content. Sam is happy to be sitting in
the passenger seat of the Impala and enjoying the comfortable silence between
them. 


The older Dean gets, the more he feels the distance creep in between them.
Maybe it was knowing Sam wants to get out of the business of hunting and head
off to school. He hopes that’s not the case, but knows deep inside his heart it
will happen, and it will be for the best, that Sam is somewhere safe. Of course
Dean will still look out for him as much as he can, but sooner or later Sam
will hate his brother and no longer want Dean in his way of getting what he
wants, his true desires of a “normal” life. 


~*~*~


After a few hours Dean can only hear the sound of his humming and the quiet
beat of the music pierce the air, until the soft sounds coming from the
passenger side make him stand on edge. Sam is slouched in his seat, legs folded
up at his knees and splayed open, his hands clenched and unclenched at his
sides.


The small whimpers and moans that escape his brother’s mouth are a turn on.
Dean is shocked to realize he is jealous that Sam was getting some in his
dreams, while it has been over a year since Dean has gotten laid. He shakes his
head in frustration and humiliation as he feels his cock growing within the
confines of his jeans. 


He raises the volume of the music in the car to drown out the sounds his little
horny brother is making right next to him. Dean stops at the red light and
takes a good long glance at Sam and knows from the moment Sam’s tongue sweeps
across his bottom lip that he’s close to coming in his dream and it makes him
hornier that he could have imagined. Dean wasn’t sure if he was more turned on
from the sounds coming from Sam or compensating for the lack of sex in his
life.


The car behind him honks their horn at Dean and brings him back to reality and
he pulls onto the highway. He can’t believe Sam is having a wet dream in the
car as they head closer and closer to their destination of Salem.


Dean turns the volume up even higher and gets lost in the words and heavy beat
blasting through the speakers. He works hard to get Sam and his hard cock out
of his head because it’s confusing the shit out of him.


~*~*~


Sam’s POV 


Sam is tired of reading his science fiction book. He tosses it into the back
seat and shifts to get comfortable. In the end, Sam slouches down into his
seat, long legs spread out as much as he can in the car. His hands rest
comfortably at his sides with his head leaned back on his seat.


The moment Sam has Dean in the motel room he kicks the door closed. He pushes
Dean up against the wall next to the door and latches onto his brother’s thick
rosy lips. Dean moans into his mouth and becomes putty in Sam’s arms. Sam rakes
his hands down Dean’s body and grabs under his brother’s ass, lifting him up
the wall. Dean instinctively wraps his strong, lean legs around Sam’s waist and
presses his groin into Sam’s.


Leaning Dean against the wall Sam rips his shirt right off his body, buttons
flying across the room and landing on the wooden floor. He pulls his own shirt
up and over his head before latching onto Dean’s perky nipple. He sucks it into
his mouth and bites at the hard nub. The moan he can hear from Dean is amazing
and makes his aching cock twitch and grow within his pants. 


Sam’s hands travel towards his brother’s belt buckle, he undoes it and pulls it
from the loops of his jeans. He unbuttons and unzips Dean’s denim, the head of
Dean’s cock immediately peeking out over the waistband of his boxers.


He pushes Dean’s legs off himself as Dean’s jeans pool at his ankles and he
steps out of them. Sam wastes no time in once again grabbing his brother’s
tight, firm ass in his hands, lifting him up and slamming him against the wall.
Watching Dean’s cock grow harder and thicker against his body makes him grind
his hips up into his brother’s waiting ass.


“Stop teasing, Sammy.” He cries out from the sensations. 


“I’m getting there, Dean. Soon, Dean.” He adds, teasing his brother.


Sam urges Dean higher and his brother holds on tight. He leans forward to offer
Dean more support while he quickly works to unbuckle his own belt, before
unbuttoning his jeans, and letting them slide down his legs. He kicks his foot
out slightly to remove his denims from his body and to move them away from
their current spot right near the window: anyone walking by could look in at
the beautiful and amazing view of Dean’s hard, tight body.


The moment Sam adjusts Dean to a more comfortable position is the moment their
cocks rub against one another. Needy moans escape them both.


Sam wraps his large palm around their dicks and collects the dripping pre-come.
The moan he pulls from Dean makes him want this even more and he doesn’t want
to waste any time worrying about how he wants to fuck his brother. And given
the way Dean is staring at him with lust and love shining through, Dean must
feel the same. This is a moment he wants to keep stored in his memories for
years to come.


Dean leans forward and claims Sam’s mouth as Sam travels his hand over the
curve of his brother’s ass, ghosting down until his fingers brush against
Dean’s puckered hole, quivered in its wait of anticipation. 


Sam slides his hand farther down until his finger finds his brother’s entrance.
He uses his slick finger to circle his hole and apply pressure without
penetration. Sam wants to ease his finger into his brother’s body with love,
not with the animalistic nature that he feels pulsing in his blood. 


The hisses and groans of “more” from Dean, and the way he arches against Sam’s
chest encourages him to continue to what his heart desires: his brother.
Something he never thought would be possible, but pleased to know they were
destined for this to happen. 


Sam pushes his middle finger into Dean’s tight, hot heat, and past the tight
ring of muscles. 


“Fuck. Sam.” Dean screams, wanting and needy.


Sam latches onto his brother’s nipple and sucks the tiny hard nub as he eases
his finger slowly in and out of Dean’s body. The movement becomes easier and
Dean starts to push down, wanting more.


Sam pulls his finger out slowly before wrapping his hand around their cocks,
sliding his hand up collecting the pre-come in one smooth movement. He spreads
their wetness over his fingers before he lets his hand drop again, and pushes
two fingers inside his brother. They go in smoothly and he immediately begins
to scissor his fingers, to stretch his brother for what is to come.


Moans and whimpers enter the air as Sam teases Dean with his mouth and fingers;
Dean leans his forehead on Sam’s shoulder and sucks on the skin. The rake of
teeth pushes Sam over the edge. He pulls his fingers from Dean’s ass, pulls
hard and tight across their dicks one last time, gathering come to spread it
across his engorged member. 


Holding his cock at the base, Sam steadies himself before reaching for Dean’s
ass. Grabbing onto one cheek, he holds him open and slowly pushes inside his
brother’s tight and waiting body. The feel of teeth sinking into his shoulder
pulls a groan from Sam’s throat and he leans up to capture Dean’s lips with his
own. There is a fight for dominance through the kiss, which Sam wins as he
finds a steady, short quick thrust up into Dean’s willing and wanting body. The
heat of the kiss turns frantic, and Dean’s sharp tug of his hair, Dean has Sam
picking up his pace. Now that Sam has released his mouth, Dean kisses along his
jawline and pushes back against Sam, meeting his thrusts. Sam can feel the deep
pull of his balls and his animal instincts take over, pounding into his brother
as he lets the want take over his body.


Dean whimpers and writhes against Sam’s chest, and the pure ecstasy of Dean’s
release sends Sam over the edge: he’s pulsing inside his brother’s hole,
squirting his come as his brother squeezes, like a hot vise around him.


It takes him a few minutes to recover, but when he does the sated look on
Dean’s face and the love shining in his eyes is more than Sam’s heart can take.
He never thought love could be like this and finding love in his brother, a man
he thought never could love another human being in his lifetime? It’s too much.


“Sammy.” Dean says in a weakened voice as a flush creeps across his face. 


He’s too shy to express the feelings pulsing through his veins at what happened
between them. But Sam isn’t going to let him hide. This is too important.


“Dean. Look at me.” Sam waits until Dean raises his eyes. “I want you. I love
you.” Sam tells Dean, filled with the love and understanding at what this means
for them.


Sam jerks awake at the gentle hand shaking his body.


Sam opens his eyes and they land on Dean’s – eyes locked. The look of concern
and worry etched on his face makes Sam wonder what his body was doing while he
was sleeping.


“Sam. We’re here. Are you okay? You seemed to be deep in a dream.” 


“I’m fine, Dean. It was just a dream. A very weird dream.” Sam feels warmth
flood his face as he remembers the details.


Turning away from Dean’s concern he gets out of the Impala and rakes his hand
down his face. His jeans are tight across his groin, and he groans at the
thought of fantasizing about his brother and wanting to fuck him senseless. How
can he have these kind of feelings for his brother? Will Dean find out and how
would he react? Does he want Dean to find out?


Taking a quick peek at his brother, all he sees is Dean looking at him with
concern and confusion.


“Sam, maybe you shouldn’t read anymore.” 


As if it’s the book is causing the dreams in the first place!


“I’m fine, Dean. It was just a dream. It just… it felt completely real.” Sam
forces a smiles back and is pleased his response is honest. He doesn’t want to
worry Dean any more then he has to.


Sam has no idea what to make of these dreams, or his mixed feelings towards
Dean. He loves his brother and would never want to hurt him in any way. That’s
normal. Wanting to fuck his brother? Not so normal. The fact that these non-
brotherly feelings feel so right is freaking him out!


Abruptly, he makes the decision to leave Dean at the diner. He’s going to need
some time to figure out how he feels about the dreams and his growing feelings.
He hopes Dean understands that he needs some time to figure it all out, and
hopes to be forgiven for his irresponsible actions.
***** Chapter Four *****
Chapter_Four

Sam’s POV


Finally, they arrive at the diner to meet up with their father. Sam and Dean
enter together and find John sitting in the back at a booth with a cup of
coffee in his hands.


John looks up at them with a small smile on his face, happy that his boys are
here to back him up. Sam grins widely at their Dad; pleased to know how much he
trusts them to have his back while hunting monsters. They may have their
differences, but Sam wants his father to get peace for their mother’s death.


They slide in the booth across from their father, both taking a long needed
drink of water. Sam can feel the heat radiating off Dean’s body, and then the
slight pressure of leg resting against the leg. Sam flinches at the touch and
quickly moves away, sliding closer to the edge of the booth.


John takes in the scene with raised eyebrows. What happened? Why is Sam so keen
on getting away from his brother when he is near his idol?


“So, how was the trip, boys?” John asks and shakes his head.


“The trip was fine, Dad. Drove straight through. Sam slept in the car, only
taking breaks to read his book.” Dean teases.


Sam makes a face at Dean’s teasing but answers readily enough. “Dean was a
champ. Kept us on track.” He tells his father with a smile across his face. 


“Glad things went well.” Happy that he’d read the situation wrong. John
continues. “So I got some more information about this hunt. The creature is
some form of a shape-shifter. The victims’ relatives shared they saw their
family member talking to a tall and muscular man with black shoulder length
hair, high cheek bones, and thick red lips. The few that spoke to him said he
was very witty and intelligent towards others around the area.”


“Is it a God or spirit, Dad?” Sam asks, leaning forward, and his gaze locked on
his father. 
“I think it’s a spirit. A spirit that can turn from a dark-winged creature to a
human being. They have the power to control people’s dreams. Well more like
their nightmares. Making their nightmares come true at their own hands.” 


“A spirit and a shape-shifter… At least it can be killed with silver bullets.
How will we know who this guy is?” Dean asks.


“Well, he’s pretty distinctive looking. Very pale, from what I got out of our
waitress.” Sam looked at him curiously. “Her boyfriend’s nightmare was suicide.
He hung himself in the basement. A rubber piece of skin found near his body.”


“So the shape-shifter shifts into their true form at their victim’s death or
their final minutes?” Sam asks fascinated by this creature.


“That’s what I’m thinking, Sam. The creature turns to their true form in their
pleasure of watching their victim die. The skin is black and red; rubber like,
but somehow stretches like human skin.” John shakes his head at facing this
creature.


“So, what’s the plan, Dad?” Dean asks. 


Sam thinks it’s the way Dad has been ignoring Dean since they got here. Maybe
Dad is still pissed about the sparring match? Not that that’s fair for Dean.
Sam watches Dean slouch in the booth and wishes his brother had the guts to
stand up to their Dad and say what he is thinking. Dean never says what he
truly feels, thinks, or wants about any given situation. It frustrates him to
the point of wanting to kick his brother’s ass when they return to the parking
lot. Then he remembers those dreams in his head for the past few days wondering
if they ever crossed that line, he hoped Dean would open up to him, truly open
up or stay in his shell forever. Dean deserves to be happy like everyone else
and do what his heart desires in the long run. 


Sam watched his Dad take in his brother’s question as his eyebrow raised to his
hairline and waits for the response.


“You boys will need to do some research and visit the local morgue to see the
victims and the skin found next to the body. I will conduct the interviews with
law enforcement and we will be ready to find this creature and put them down
for good.” 


“Sounds like a plan, Dad. We’ll get right on it after some well-needed rest.”
Dean whispers, knowing how much Dean hates research, but he’s still not ready
to cross his father.


“Yeah, Dad, after some well-needed rest.” Sam agrees and knows it’s the best
option to plan his escape from his brother and father.


~*~*~


They all leave the diner within a few minutes of each other. John takes off
down the road and heads for the local bar while Sam and Dean head towards the
motel. Dean heads towards the office to get a room. Sam hangs back, watching
the way Dean walks with long steady strides with a slight waddle due to his
bowlegs and the clench of his ass with each step he takes.


Sam sighs and blushes at the image of his brother and decides this is the best
time for him to escape. He has his duffle bag hanging off his shoulder and he
turns back up the road towards the diner. 


Sam nervously enters the diner and finds the waitress that served them earlier
that night.


“Hey, is there a bus station nearby?” He asks with a warm smile on his face.


“Hi, yeah there is, about six blocks up the road.” She responds with a friendly
smile on her thin lips.


“Thanks.” He tells her and heads his way up the road to the station.


He buys a bus ticket to Maine with cash that he pick-pocketed from Dean’s
duffle bag while he was getting them a room in the office. Sam needs to get
away and go to an unknown place, to clear his mind and think about the dreams
he has had about his brother and how he feels about them. 


He loves his brother, don’t get him wrong, but in a romantic way? It’s wrong
and taboo. How can he love Dean like his father loved his mother? Maybe it’s
not so far off course to think about Dean in this way. Sam has always thought
that he and Dean were closer than most typical brothers; the bond they share is
deeper with understanding and respect for one another. And then there’s the
urge to stand up and protect the other at all costs. Maybe this feeling was
deeper than he ever could have imagined. Maybe Sam could accept it in himself,
but how would Dean feel learning about this information? And Dad? Would they
understand it and accept it for what it’s worth, or run from the freak Sam
truly is after all? 


No, Sam decided. Dean might freak out, but then he’d think long and hard about
how he feels about the situation and – hopefully - the hidden and embarrassed
feelings he holds close to his heart. Maybe Dean was afraid his feelings would
mean something to someone else, including his own brother and father. 


Sam shakes his head at his thoughts and takes a seat on the ratty bench and
waits a half hour for his bus to arrive. He thinks about Dean, and how he feels
being alone, and he keeps looking for his brother. Dean’s not stupid and he’s
always thought about Sam first. If Sam is missing Dean is going to find him.
There is fear, shame and guilt pulsing through his veins for leaving Dean, and
it will piss him off and leave him wondering why Sam left in the first place.
Sam feels bad, but how can he tell his older brother, his hero, and protector
“hey, I freaked out over wet dreams about you?” Can Sam do that? Hell, no. Not
even if he was in a relationship that is so tight and strong. 


He hopes that Dean understands that Sam needs space to cool down for a few days
from the long, road trip cross country. Sam hopes his father doesn’t discover
he is missing and left Dean a sitting duck in a motel alone. 


The announcement over the intercom lets him know his bus is here. He heads
outside and boards, glad for the space to think about his feelings for his
brother. Sam wants to figure out deep within his soul his feelings for his
brother and how to deal with them before having that “chick-flick moment” with
his brother about it.


It’s so stupid. They should be able to talk openly about their feelings and not
be afraid of the consequences, or being judged for the thoughts running through
his head. Dean has always been supportive of his choices and thoughts, whether
he truly understands them or not. His brother might not be the sharpest crayon
in the box, but Dean is smart for his own good.


He leans back in his seat, head resting on the window. God, he can’t believe he
is running away? Well, not true. The dreams freak him out because they started
after he kept looking at Dean like that during the sparring match with their
father. 


As the bus pulls away from the station and rides along the interstate, Sam
stares out the window. The trees, the clear night sky is filled with bright
golden stars, a fitting backdrop to his thoughts. Sam has noticed his brother
in a new light and now he’s scared that Dean won’t understand the love he has
for him. If he is honest with himself, these dreams are showing him what he
truly wants in life. Their life has never been easy and to fall in love with
your brother, is like taboo. 


Sam’s brain stops. Did he just say that he’s in love with his brother? Shit!
Sam’s mind spirals for minutes before the new emotions pulse beneath his skin,
urging him to get back home, to get back to Dean. But Sam ignores it. He needs
some time to clear his thoughts and figure out his feelings about what he wants
– does he want Dean to become his lover? Sam needs to answer these questions
honestly before he can decide on how to approach the topic with Dean. His
brother will freak out on him if he were to make the first move, but then
again, it would have to be him. Dean can’t even share his feelings with Sam or
even their father. It’s a lesson he would love to teach Dean, the importance of
expressing oneself with others. 


Sam settles in, listening to the quiet sounds of the bus’s radio and the
simple, easy beat coming through the speakers. Looking out the window, he sees
towns, neighborhoods, and families along the route to his final destination. He
sees the hope, peacefulness, and acceptance of others doing what they want to
do and fighting for what they want in their life. 


And all he can think about is Dean. What is his brother doing at this moment?
What does Dad think about it? Have they found anything about the creature? Will
Dean get over this episode and want to continue to protect him after all?


Dean might be pissed, but he will forgive Sam regardless. Sam has come to know
that Dean can never stay mad or angry at Sam or his actions, no matter what. He
only hopes that Dean will understand why he ran; the sick and twisted thoughts
running through his head.


Which turns his thoughts back to his brother – well, his body. Sam has been
watching Dean truly grow into himself. He figured Dean would have before he
reached 18, but then again, Dean has seemed to be a late bloomer. His mind too
focused on his little brother then who he was after all, until now. The new
muscles Dean has forming, and the freckles that cover his entire body, suit him
to his core. And Sam wants to touch, to explore, to feel, and fuck senseless
against a wall or the mattress. He wants to watch the pure ecstasy on Dean’s
face and watch him come against himself as Sam comes in his brother’s tight and
waiting hole.


Caught in his thoughts, Sam didn’t realize the bus stopped at its destination
and is just sitting at the platform in the station. He shakes his head, gathers
his belongings, and gets off the bus where he steps out into a sauna from the
nice cool air contained bus.


~*~*~


Dean’s POV 


The man behind the front desk is on his cell phone and arguing with a potential
customer over needing a room for a man in a wheelchair. He can hear the man
arguing out loud, unaware of a customer standing in front of him. Dean shakes
his head and wonders how people treat others that are different from them when
they have no clue about the situation they are in. Despite his understanding,
he stands there in annoyance, arms crossed, and eyes towards the ceiling, at
the amount of time dealt with the customer. 


Dean was tired and so was Sam. The last cat nap Sam had was interesting to say
the least, and it worried Dean that he didn’t know what was going on with his
brother. Dean was never the one to express his feelings or have the will to be
open with others about anything; Sam was more like that and it suited his
personality. But now he was acting differently…He was the kid that always knew
what he wanted in life and knew how to achieve it, and didn’t mind telling you!
Sometimes he wished he was more like Sam. 


The clerk behind the desk finally finished up with the man in the wheelchair,
and Dean stepped up to ask for a room.


“How can I help you sir?” The man asked.


“One room. Two double beds for a week.” 


“That will be 400 for the week. Room 124.” The clerk hands Dean the keys as he
hands the man the money for the room.


“Thanks, man.” He says with a nod.


Dean pockets the keys and heads back out towards the car and his brother. Sam
is most likely leaning against the Impala with his arms crossed against his
chest with a look of aggravation on his face. Dean can imagine the look of
frustration that it took forever at getting a room and pointed questions
wondering if Dean couldn’t score some chicks number.


To be honest, Dean isn’t interested in random hook ups and it surprises him.
Instead of looking to strangers for affection, he is looking at Sam. He felt
the warmth of Sam’s large, strong hands around his ankles and the simple
gestures between them lately. It’s been good for his psyche, good for their
relationship, really. Dean never really gave anyone the opportunity into his
heart or love for that matter. He only let in his Dad and brother, though his
father is an oversight to say the least.


Dean loves his father… but at the same time he wonders what the man truly
thinks of his oldest son. Does he care about Dean as a son or his military
soldier? Does John even understand the struggles and challenges he deals with
in the world for the life they lead, or is it pushed to the side to focus on
Sam? Sam, the better son, the son with promise and hope, while Dean is the one,
to make mistakes for following orders like a good little soldier. 


Dean tries not to think of the differences between them, but sometimes it’s
hard to do. He feels lucky that he is confident in his own body, and
understands the strength he holds. Dean knows that his body can be used as a
weapon, and it’s becoming stronger all the time. The muscles he is forming
raises his self-esteem and knows what a great fighter he’s becoming. Dean’s
transforming into a soldier, obedient to a fault, a right-hand man. No girl
would want him and he knows it. He is the equivalent of a douchebag, which no
girl would be caught dead bringing him home to show off to her parents. 


He has come to realize that he is a mixture of his Dad and Sam, with a touch of
his Mother. Dean has never had the time to discover who he truly is, because
all he ever got in life was taking care of Sam and following his Dad’s orders
and commands. He cringes at the thought that he knows his family better then he
knows himself. What kind of person does that? 


Someone who has not had the opportunity at being their own self growing up and
learning who they are and what they want out of life. 


Dean knows he has a pretty decent relationship with Sam, who in his own way
supports Dean at making the right decisions and choices for them as a team.
John on the other hand barks orders at him and see him as a soldier, not a son.
Dean can remember many nights being scolded by their Dad for the irresponsible
actions he made when it came to Sammy. He can remember leaving Sam in the motel
room while Dean played arcade games in a bar; a monster came, Dean wasn’t there
to protect him, and Sam almost got hurt or worse, killed. Dad ripped him apart
verbally for not doing what he was told and since then Dean has to prove to his
father he can rely on him. Dean was a kid too and deserved to be a kid like his
brother. It’s one thing he missed out on life, something that he will never get
back. 


Shaking his head, Dean brushes off his thoughts. He can’t worry about that now
when he knows Sam is waiting for him. Dean picks up his pace to get to Sam
quicker, eager to head to their room for the night. They will be there at least
a week, so they may as well get comfortable and settled in.


Dean gets closer to the Impala, his baby, and as he cites the car, he starts to
stagger as the muscles tighten ridiculously throughout his body. As he gets
closer to the car, and all he can hear is the beating of his own heart. He has
trouble catching his breath as he realizes that Sam is not there where he
should be waiting for him. 


Dean rocks in place, darting his gaze across the parking lot.


“Sam?” Is that his voice? It sounds so far away and trembling with fear.


Dean never gets afraid of anything, but it’s a lie. This is his worst
nightmare. Deep down, he is afraid of losing his brother. He never wants to
know what life is without his brother. Despite this fear all he can think about
is where is Sam and what will Dad do once he finds out Sam is missing?


Dean calls Sam in an attempt to locate his brother. His phone doesn’t even ring
- it goes straight to voice mail and now Dean’s face turns ashen and in a
shrill voice rises ten folds. His breathing is shallow and he sits on the hood
of the car. He tries thinking about the last few days and why Sam would leave
in the first place. Was he kidnapped? No. No… there is no sign of a scuffle and
Sam’s belongings are all gone. So why did he run? Did Dean do something that
pushed Sam away? The insecurities shuddering his body make him sweat
uncomfortably. He can feel it drip down his shoulder blades, pooling at his
lower back. He makes no effort to brush it away.


He can’t process. Hopping off the hood, he moves and sits behind the wheel of
Baby. He turns the key and peels out of the motel parking lot. Dean heads in
the direction of the diner, which is now closed for the night. As he continues
down the road and notices the bus station. Dean pulls into the parking lot and
gets out. He walks in and looks around: no sight of Sam. Dean can feel the fear
picking up and sweat continues pouring down his body. Sam is not here. Not
anywhere to be found. Dean kicks himself, and blames himself for Sam leaving
and prays he will come back.


Dean drives down the road for an hour before turning around and heading back to
the motel. Parked in the parking lot is his father’s large, black truck. He
slowly pulls the Impala next to the truck and turns the engine off. Quickly
grabbing his belongings, he heads into his room, locking the door behind. Dean
throws the bag onto the bed and looks through it to grab the salt to make the
salt lines. 


Turning on the TV, Dean waits for the shoe to drop. What is he going to tell
his father? He takes a deep breath and the door opens without him realizing it.


“Boys? Are you here?” 


Dean breathes in deep and closes his eyes tight at the heavy footsteps of his
Dad entering their room. He holds his breathe and waits for his father’s
response.


“Dean! Where the hell is Sam?” He shouts.


“I – I don’t know. I went looking for him.” Dean tells his father avoiding eye
contact. He can’t look at the disappointment that is most likely on his face.


“Dean! Look at me son. Now!” John yells, and yeah, his flaring nostrils, chin
held high, and the sound of knuckles cracking.


“Yes, Sir!” Dean responds. His body begins to shake in fear at the anger
radiates through from his father.


“Where could he have gone? And what happened to make him leave Dean?” He shouts
and sways on his feet.


Dean takes a hard look at his father and realizes he face is mere inches away
from him. Dean realizes he is drunk, he can smell the liquor on his breath, and
he won’t remember much in the morning. Despite his father’s drunken state, Dean
can’t control the shakes and shivers, racking his body completely freaks him
out and he can’t control the uneasiness he feels in his gut. The look on John’s
face is the same as when they were sparring in training a few days ago. 


Before Dean can even respond to his Dad, he is on the floor. Blinking, he can
see spots and more than one Dad fills his line of vision. John just punched him
in the face. Feeling around his eye, Dean knows the bruise will be killer once
it forms on his pale face.


“I don’t know where Sam went. And I would never do anything to make him leave!”
Dean screams at his father. It’s with the same force he used behind his kick.
He sways as he gets up and stumbles, once he is on his feet.


John comes at Dean again and lands a punch to Dean’s solar plexus. Dean doubles
over as the air is 
forced out of his lungs. 


“Where could he have gone Dean?” His Dad is throwing another punch to Dean’s
gut even as he speaks.


Dean manages to dodge. And answer the question. “I don’t know. I’ve already
looked at the bus station.” Dean says looking up into his Dad’s eyes, locking
their gaze, “Maybe he took the bus out of town.” He lowers his eyes and backs
away into the bathroom.


“Well, you better find him! I mean it, Dean.” John orders loud and clear as he
exits the room.


Dean turns towards the mirror above the sink. His left eye is already swollen
shut and turning into a dark purple of a bruise. He lifts his shirt up inch by
inch and watches another set of dark purple bruises form against his chest.
Bile rises up his throat and he turns in time to vomit in the toilet. He needs
to find Sammy, or his father will truly disown him. Despite the need to find
Sam right away he thinks about a shower. 


Dean makes a decision.


Turning on the shower, Dean waits for the water to get hot before stepping
under the stream.


He shakes violently in the stall and watches his breathing because it fucking
hurts. His Dad beat the shit out of him - like he would purposefully make Sam
leave or do something to make Sam leave. Never in his life. 


Why does Dad think I’m this horrible evil person? I will always take care of
Sam no matter what the costs are. But something made Sam leave, and Dean wishes
he knew what that was.


Dean scrubs his skin raw under the pounding water until it starts to run ice
cold. He towel dries himself off and grabs the sweats and T-shirt he placed on
the toilet seat cover, to head out and grab some ice for his bruises. He makes
a couple of trips at collecting enough ice to help the swelling and bruising.
Hopefully no one will question him at what happened to him. Dean is still
shocked at how drunk his father was, despite the way he carried himself into
Dean’s room.


Taking a moment to look through the drawers in the kitchen and finds some zip-
locked bags, he makes two bags full, and lays down on the bed, placing one on
his chest and the other one his eye.


He lays there and wonders why he gets the short end of the stick. Maybe if he
was smarter and applied himself more they might look at him differently. Dean
wishes he could be more like Sammy and live up to his potential, though he
needs to truly discover who he really is before that could happen. 


Sighing, he continues to think about possible reasons behind Sam’s
disappearance and his father being so pissed off at him. Pissed off enough to
beat him again. It was that sparring match all over again. He doesn’t know what
to do, all he knows is he wants things to be different, wants to be respected
for who he is, and to be given the time to discover who he is in this world
with his brother and father.


He makes another attempt at looking for his brother but gets nowhere, Dean
can’t find him. Pissed off at not being a better brother and hunter, he heads
to the motel and will try again in the morning.
***** Chapter Five *****
Chapter_Five

John’s POV


John wakes up to the feeling of hammers in his head trying to break his skull.
He gasps in shock as the memories filter back from last night. He was
intoxicated: had difficulty standing up, staggering, and swaying, as he picked
the lock to his sons’ room. He found Dean alone and yelled and screamed at him
for Sam leaving and taking off. It had to be something Dean did – John knew in
his heart and soul Dean would not let anything happen to Sam. Dean loved Sam
more than words could describe, and John didn’t know how to describe the close
bond they shared with one another.


Sitting on the edge of the bed, nausea and regret rise in full force and he’s
running to the bathroom to hurl in the toilet. Stomach emptied, John sits in
front of the toilet, and he starts thinking about Dean and what must be running
through his son’s mind. The son that has been following his god damn orders for
years without question. The son that never questions his place in the family
business or his role of protecting Sam at all costs. Dean who doesn’t know who
he is. John wishes he knew how to help Dean find a way to discover his true
identity, rather than being the hard ass copy of John himself. 


John never wanted this life for his boys, yet here he is bringing Dean down
along with him. He mentally kicks himself for thinking Dean couldn’t handle
things in his own fashion when Sam even handles himself quite well away from
John. 


John splashes water on his face and takes a long hard look at himself in the
mirror. He sees his eyes are flat, eyebrows pinched, downturned mouth, and a
stooped posture that he can’t control his anger and need for revenge for the
death of their mother. That’s hard enough, let alone having their mother being
ripped away from his boys at a young age. It pains him to see how Dean
struggles within this world and he has no clue what to do about it. John
doesn’t know how to change it or make it better for his oldest. He regrets
treating the boys differently but tells himself he did the best he could. 


He thinks about how he will face Dean this morning when they head for breakfast
and discuss the hunt. He hopes that Dean will be okay and not ask questions,
even though sometimes he wishes he would speak up and express what is running
through his mind.


The knock on the door jerks him awake from his thoughts. He sighs and opens the
door to find Dean standing there with a big black and blue mark on his left
eye. 


“Morning, Dad. Breakfast? Discuss the case? Or find Sam?” He asks nervously
while shifting from one foot to the other.


“Morning, Dean. Breakfast and discuss the case. As for Sam, let him come to us
since he knows where we’ll be for the week.” He tells him.


The sigh of relief coming from Dean is music to his ears. John wouldn’t have
been surprised if Dean had gone looking for Sam. Like always, he would have
taken the blame for actions that never really was the cause of Sam leaving.
John was pretty damn sure Dean wasn’t the reason why Sam left. He looked down
at his feet as he closed the door behind them and walked the block down to the
diner. He didn’t want to consider who may have been the reason.


~*~*~


They finished their meal and the tension within the air was felt throughout the
entire diner. John felt guilty for hurting his son in the manner he did, but
the fear for Sam’s safety spoke louder than the reasons behind Sam leaving.
Blaming Dean for it was wrong and he should have known from the start that Dean
would never do anything to harm Sam in any way. But he didn’t have another way
to react.


“Dad?” Dean asks guarded.


“Yeah, Dean.” John says as he looks up at his son.


“So, about the case? What the plan?” He obviously hopes they can put the Sam
incident behind them. John can sense the panic coming from his son, and it
makes him hate himself even more. Dean never deserved to be treated like that
whether or not he was drunk or not. John shakes his tight fists and slams them
down on the table.


Dean jumps at the unexpected noise and pushes his body closer to the window and
away from him. 


John quickly gathers his emotions and puts them in check. Last night must have
been worse than he thought. He can’t believe that he scared Dean enough to jump
on the spot. 


“I’m sorry, Dean. I’m angry with your brother. I’m sorry for taking it out on
you.” He tells Dean, knows his son hears the sorrow in his voice. Dean nods,
accepting the apology, like always.


“It is fine, Dad. So about the case?” He asks hastily.


“We need to take a look at the bodies and the skin of this creature. I was
thinking you could take a look at the victims and the skin while I do the
interviews.” He tells Dean, confident Dean can handle the job.


Dean tilts his head to the side and he relaxes. He’s comfortable like this,
used to discussing the case. The color returns to his face and he has that
stupid mischievous grin on his face. The one he uses when he gets to go on a
hunt. It warms John’s heart at the change, even as it hurts to know that he was
the cause of it.


“What do you want to me check out specifically with the creature skin?” Dean
asks.


“See if you can take a piece so we know exactly what it looks like. And see
what the doctors think about the skin and if they know what it could be from.” 


“And I’ll head out and talk with the police. See what I can find out. Dean,
please be safe. As for Sam, I’m sure he’ll find you when he’s ready.” John
says.


“Okay, I will head there now. See what I can find out. Be safe, Dad. If I hear
anything about Sam I’ll call you.” Dean says with respect and military style.
He heads out the diner and starts the mission he was handed.


John pays for their meal and heads to the police station. He asks to see the
Chief of Police and follows the officer who escorts him to the Chief’s office.


“Chief Johnson? I’m John Carter and I’m from the FBI. I’m here investigating
the victims dying from acting out their worst nightmares. I was wondering if
you could share any information about the case with me.” He speaks to the Chief
with confidence and respect.


“Have a seat, John. Coffee?”


John shakes his head, as the Chief continues, “The victims that we have been
dealing with have feared suicide or murder. The first victim had a twin sister,
and in his nightmares he feared that he would kill her. Not long after, the
family called saying he killed himself. The second victim thought her boyfriend
was cheating on her, and if she caught him than she would kill her herself by
hanging. The last victim feared something would happen to his child after
getting custody and he kills himself to protect his son.” The Chief says,
reading from his notes on the conversations he had with the families.


“So each victim was terrorized by their nightmares and killed to protect their
loved ones?” John wants to be sure he understands.


“Yes. This is exactly the case. At each site, we found a large chunk of skin
lying next to the victim’s bodies. We think this mystery skin has a connection
with all the victims, although I don’t know what the connection would be. Maybe
you can figure it out?” He tells John and hands him a sample of the skin.


“Thanks for the information. I will analyze the skin. I will find the
connection. And I’m going to help prevent this from happening again.”


John hadn’t expected it to be so easy.


~*~*~


John heads back to the hotel and takes a seat at the table. He pulls the
plastic bag out of his pocket to look at the skin he was given by the Chief.
Taking the skin out of the bag, he holds it in his hands. It feels like rubber
and it stretches; it really is like the skin of a person, but somehow
completely different. It’s the texture and thickness. He rubs his thumb over
the skin and a shiver runs down his spine, and his blood seems to pulse
strongly, as if it was on fire. John drops the skin on the table, quickly grabs
a bottle of water which he gulps down.


He sits back down at the table and carefully places the skin back into the
plastic bag. John jumps as he hears heavy footsteps outside the room, the door
squeaks open.


“Dad?” Dean asks, slipping his hands into his pockets.


“Dean! You’re back. How did things go for you?” He asks jolted.


“Well, it’s like we thought. All the victims killed themselves due to their
worst fears. One victim feared they would kill their sister and he killed
himself. It’s the same with the other two victims, same mo. I did see the piece
of skin they collected from the cases, Dad. It has a weird texture,
different and similar to human skin. It must be a creature that can turn from a
monster into a human being and vice versa.” 


“Nice work, Dean. I have a piece of the skin here too. It is weird and very
similar to human skin. I hope we can figure out who it is and take care of
business.” He tells Dean. 


John notices the blush spread across Dean’s face. He wonders at its presence,
then realizes it is being complimented on his hard work for the case. It brings
a little peace to his soul, knowing there is something he can do to heal the
damage he caused his son. He never should have hit him in the manner he did.


There’s a knock on the door and John looked at Dean, who just shrugged. John
tip-toes towards the door while he pulls his gun out from his waistband. He
opens the door to take a look, and sees that it’s Sam, and John throws the door
open wide.


“Sam?” John asks.


“Yeah, Dad. It’s me. I’m back. I’m sorry. I – I had to get away.” He says,
glancing at his feet.


“Come inside, Sam. We were just talking about the case. You’re back now. Let’s
get to work.” John says. John can hear the sigh and eye roll coming from Dean,
and when he turns to look at Dean, it’s written on his face.


The first compliment from him towards his eldest son ended once Sam was back in
the picture. John mentally kicked himself for being an idiot. Before he can do
anything, Sam steps inside and takes along hard look at Dean. A sheen film of
sweat covers Sam’s face as he comes and stands right in front of his brother.


“Dean, what happened to you?” 


“Nothing, Sammy. I just got into a bar fight. It was my fault.” 


Dean’s posture is racked with guilt, and John felt nauseous at the thought.
Dean blames himself for Sam leaving, even though it wasn’t his fault to begin
with. And now the need to seek approval from his own brother speaks loud and
clear at the insecurities Dean deals with. Watching his boys interact with each
other breaks his heart. He sees Sam reach up and Dean relaxes. John knows deep
within him that they need each other in their lives. 


“Dean, are you sure you’re okay?” Sam asks again while his large hands cup
Dean’s face. His thumbs tracing along Dean’s cheek bones and Dean relaxes,
leaning into Sam’s gentle touch. 


“I’m fine Sam. I got away. It’s all that matters, right?” He says with a small
grin upon his face. “Though, you should see the other guy.” 


They stand there for several long minutes until Dean mildly wraps his hands
around Sam’s wrists and removes his brother’s hand from his body. The pain of
removing the touch from him looks like it hurts more than John can say. He
turns around to give his boys a moment, while using the mirror to watch their
interactions.


“Dean, are you sure? It looks bad.” Sam says, in a pained stare and cups Dean’s
face again. 


John notices the moment Dean looks up at Sam and shakes his head from side to
side and softly whispers, “No.” John has to close his eyes and control his
breathing.


“Where else does it hurt?” 


John snaps opens his eyes and holds his breath as Dean bashfully lifts his
shirt up to reveal the multiple bruises that color his pale chest.


“Shit, Dean! What was this fight about?” Sam asks, already knowing the answer,
the only answer Dean can give to Sam.


“A stupid blonde chick.” Dean says with his head down and shoulders slumped
forward.


Sam shakes his head, annoyed at the thought, and pulls Dean in for a hug. This
is quite new between them, and as Dean allows it, a smile forms on Sam’s face
from ear to ear. 


Glad to know his boys are over the fact that Sam left, John turns around to ask
them about dinner when Dean whispers to Sam, “I’m sorry for being a jackass.”
The tears form in Dean’s eyes and he closes them and holds on that much tighter
to Sam. Dean has never shown his emotional side or let his walls down and its
clear to John that Dean would protect Sam for life.


~*~*~


They head to the diner and John brings Sam up to speed about the case and what
they have found so far. 


John notices Sam constantly shoots glances at his brother, keeping an eye out
on him, while Dean stares out the window. He looks up at Sam and wonders what
happened while he was gone to find himself.


“Sam. Where did you go?” John asks.


“Um. I went on a bus ride. Cleared my mind.” Sam replies.


“Did you clear your mind, Sam?” John asks, trying for calmness between them.
They fight for no reason and half the time neither one of them knows what the
fight is really about in the first place. John is the father, he needs to make
the effort to change things between him and his sons.


Sam glances at Dean and he has doubts about his brother’s story and injuries.
John watches Sam focus on Dean for a period of time like, he wants to ask him
something. He even opens his mouth before he changes his mind. John can see the
tense rigid posture Dean has. He sits upright, head and shoulders angled
towards the window, and his body plastered as far away from Sam as he can get.


Sam shakes his head and his eyes with concern, briefly meets John’s eyes.
“Yeah, Dad. I cleared my mind.” He glances back at Dean and sees the shakes
that now rattle his brother’s body.


Dean excuses himself to take a piss. It gives Sam the opportunity to speak with
their Dad.


“Dad. Is Dean, okay? Was it a bar fight? He looks freaked out. I’ve never seen
him like this before.” Sam whispers across the table leaning in towards his
father. 



John shrugs his shoulders and shakes his head. Keeping his voice low, he
replies. “No, Sam. I don’t think he is. I’m not sure about the bar; I had a few
drinks last night. I found him like that this morning.” He cringes at the
thought that he just lied to his son about Dean’s situation. John could never
come out and state that he harmed Dean over something stupid, that he let it
happen in the first place.


Dean returns and slides in the booth.


He glances over at Dean and relaxes a little when Sam starts to tell them about
the creature, and Dean starts to respond. Since he had researched on his
journey to clear his head.


“Well, I heard that the winged-creature can be seen in the victim’s nightmares.
It looks like a human bat.” Sam says.


Dean chokes on his soda. “A human bat? What does that even look like? How are
we gonna kill it?” 


“You okay, Dean?” John asks, thumping him on the back before Dean shoots a
daggered look towards him, and okay, he’s never asked before, but John knows he
needs to change. Sam coughs uncomfortably, feeling the tension in the air
around them.


Looking up, John sees Sam’s hazel eyes wide open with an unreadable expression.
He’s analyzing the interaction that happened in front of him.


John shrugs it off as nothing and waits eagerly for Sam to continue. 


“Yeah, Dean. A human bat. It can be killed like a Wendigo with a flair gun.”
Sam says.


“Nice. So how do we find it?” Dean asks with a grin.


“Well, the victim touches a piece of the skin from the creature and then feels
a sensation like fire pulse through their body. Once this happens, we wait for
the person to fall asleep and dream. The person sees their worst nightmare of a
family member, and a different family member gets the victims dreams.”


John gasps and looks at Sam deeply. There’s very little doubt that he will
become the next victim. God, whose dreams would he see? And who would see his?
He doesn’t even want to think about it at the moment. 


“Dad? Are you okay?” Dean’s hand is on John’s shoulder shaking him into
reality.


“I’m fine, Dean. Only taking in the information.” He says looking at his son
reassuring him with a grin plastered to his face. John watches Dean nod and
then looks back up at Sam to hear more about their case.


“Sam, how do you know all this?” John asks wondering.


“I met this girl on the bus, and she told me that her best friend was afraid
that she would be taken away and tortured by her kidnapper. Well her best
friend kidnapped this girl and tortured her until help came. She killed herself
in the jail cell. The girl mentioned her friend talking about some winged
creature she saw in her dream.” Sam tells them. He keeps looking back and forth
between his father and brother. John can’t help but not notice the concern for
Dean is evident on his face, and he wonders about the real story behind it.


“So what should we do about it, Sammy?” Dean asks, eyebrows drown together.


Taking a deep breath in, Sam begins, “Well, I thought if we could get a piece
of the skin and touch it, maybe we can solve the case before we have the urge
to fulfill the nightmare.” He tenses up, feeling the glares being aimed at him
for the suggestion.


“Sam! You must be joking right?” Dean grits his teeth.


“Dean, I think it’s the only way.” Sam catches sight of an expression Dean
never releases: his face turns white with the hint of confusion.


“Okay. So if that’s the case, if we do touch the skin, whose dreams will they
get?” Dean asks, looking worriedly between his father and brother. 


John has the sense that Dean hopes it’s not him. He doesn’t blame him, he
wouldn’t want his dreams on show either. It would leave him wide open with no
way to hide his secrets whether he liked it or not. 


John has to hide his smile behind his hand because this would be the best time
to really discover who Dean is. Whether it’s shown to Sam or himself. Or maybe
he doesn’t want to see. Dean was a boy who loved his family and baby brother.
Once the house fire came and John handed Sam to Dean it was like a light had
been switched; it was a moment that defined Dean to his core, the simple act of
saving Sam from the fire. It was answered in the manner of protecting Sam for
life and help him achieve his dreams, the way he told Sam, I can wait for mine
to come at the right moment. At this time, it is highly unlikely that Dean will
get to follow his dreams. But John still secretly hopes for more for Dean than
a life of putting Sam first. 


And Dean deserves it, not recriminations and violence because he blames the
older son for the actions of the younger one. Not that he would know John
thought that, because beating your son up and thinking the worst in him isn’t
actually encouraging. John hates that he could think of his child in this
manner, and at the same time wants Dean to be able to stand up and fight for
what he wants despite the message being handed to him at a young age. He
doesn’t even think that he may have beat it out of him.


“Dean. Don’t worry about it. Your dreams are full of porn.” Sam says with a
chuckle. 


“Sam! What the hell?! I don’t just think about porn. I have dreams too you
know.” Dean says with a clenched fist and slams it against the table. His
posture is tense and the anger radiates off him in waves is overwhelming to say
the least.


“Boys! Enough.” John yells at the boys with a stern face. He isn’t looking
forward to this. “It will most likely be Sam and I. We are quite a pair –
whether we like to admit it or not.” 
***** Chapter Six *****
Chapter Notes
     Nightmare sequence. Physical abuse/beating scene. And a sexual scene
     between father and son.
Chapter_Six

Sam’s POV


They’re back at the motel, sitting at the small table with pie and ice cream,
courtesy of Sam. When he made the decision to come back and join his family, it
was because of the hunt, and finally making peace with the feelings he has for
Dean. The dreams he was having about Dean are molded into his mind and wishes
for them to come true when the moment is right. Sam is okay with this. Although
now he is angry and his own stupidity. At the time it made sense; just leaving
his brother without a word. Plus there was his father’s comment at the diner,
about them being quite a pair whether they want to admit or not. Sam knows deep
down that he is like his father, but the differences are important: Sam has the
love, caring, and protectiveness within him that his father lost after his wife
died in the fire.


Once they finished eating their desserts, the boys went to their own room. Sam
stepped out to grab a soda from the vending machine. When he knocked on the
door to their room, he was expecting Dean to answer the door, not their father.
His heart pinged at the thought Dean wasn’t around, however when Sam stepped
into the room, Dean was there. Taking in the sight of his brother, Sam gasps,
finally realizing the pain his brother was in. Around his left eye, a purple-
blue bruise bloomed, and he was hunched over as if a truck hit him in the solar
plexus. It hurt like shit to see his brother like that, and Sam questions if
that was really what happened. Dean has been in bar fights before, but he’d
never been hurt like this. It’s more like the sparring matches with their Dad,
and that thought makes Sam’s heart clench within his chest. The thought that
Dean got a beating from Dad over him leaving pains him more than he can say.
Dean never deserved that, no matter what the cost was to Sam. Though Dad did
say he was drunk, but still that’s not a reason to beat your son, especially
when he follows his every word like an obedient soldier. 


It’s as if John can feel Sam’s anger towards him. Making his excuses, he leaves
the two boys alone. That suits Sam just fine. 


With their father gone, Sam can find out the truth about what happened while he
was gone.


“Dean. How do you feel?” Sam asks peering down at Dean who is avoiding his
gaze. He knows there is a chick-flick moment on the horizon, and it’s going to
happen whether Dean wants it too. Sam wishes Dean would express himself instead
of hiding himself from the world. Maybe now that Sam know how he feels, he can
help Dean understand his own feelings, too.


“I’m fine Sammy. How about you? Like to tell me what happened?” Dean asks,
concern evident in this voice. That’s Dean, not letting anything be about
himself.


“Umm…Dean, I needed to get away. It’s hard to explain. And I don’t think I’m
ready to share it with you – not yet, anyway. I’m sorry. I just need to figure
this out on my own.” Sam tells his brother.


Dean nods. “I understand that, Sam. But shit Sammy, I panicked and wondered
where the hell you went.” He turns his head towards the window and takes in a
deep breath. “I thought I was the reason you left. Do you know how that feels?”
Dean shares with Sam. He moves quickly to get up, away from his feelings,
knocking the chair over in the process. The crash of the chair against the
floor is the only sound heard. Dean begins to pace from one side of the room to
the other. 


“Dean! I’m sorry. I never meant to hurt you, or even leave you. I just needed
to get away and figure this out.” Sam slowly stands uplifting the chair back
before stepping into his brother’s path to meet him eye to eye. “Why did you
think it was because of you?” The small gasp that escapes Dean’s throat clearly
indicates that Sam hurt his brother, and Dean isn’t quite ready for the concern
and reassurance that Sam wants to give. But Sam knows Dean needs this.


“Dean. Stop and listen to me.” He tells his brother with a slight whine to his
voice and his puppy dog eyes. Surely his brother can’t resist that?


Dean stops fidgeting but keeps looking down, clenching his fists until his
knuckles turn white. Then he looks up and Sam can see the fear that shines
through his eyes and body. The intensity makes Sam gasp in response. Sam has
never seen this look before and he wonders if he and John pushed Dean too far
this time if Dean thinks he deserves this.


“Sammy, if it wasn’t because of me - then tell me, please?” And Dean is
begging. It breaks Sam’s heart, but he isn’t ready to share.


“Dean… All I can say is – I had this vivid dream, and it showed me what my
heart wants. It freaked me out and, well, I needed some time to myself.” Sam
can see the disappointment creep up on his brother’s face before it morphs into
understanding. It’s not the answer Dean is looking for, but it’s a response
that Dean can work with and find out later.


“Okay, Sammy. I get it. Must have been some dream to freak you out that bad. I
don’t blame you for your actions, just a heads up would have been nice though.”
Dean says with that grin back on his face. Sam is glad that Dean is okay for
now. 


“Thanks, Dean. Now tell me about the bruises?” Sam knows he’s pushing Dean
here, but he needs to know.


The effect is instantaneous. Dean looks down at his feet his body shaking and
his breathing becoming erratic. He takes a few steps back and looks out the
window gathering his thoughts of how he should and wants to response to the
question.


“It’s not his fault. He was drunk.” That tells Sam all he needs to know, but he
waits for his brother. Dean sucks in a deep breath and turns his back to Sam
and his body shakes even more violently as he gets himself together. “God damn
it, Sammy, it was Dad. He was drunk and blamed me for you taking off. I
deserved it since I probably am to blame.” Dean spits it out like they’re the
dirtiest words ever to cross over his tongue. Sam watches as he licks his lips
nervously. It’s a gesture that never happens until Dean is sick or injured and
even then it doesn’t always happen.


Sam gasps in shock as the protectiveness he has discovered on his little
adventure comes through. He crosses the room towards Dean, who has his back
towards him, and wraps his long arms around his brother, trapping Dean’s arms
against his sides. Dean goes tense in his arms and the hitch in his breath
catches Sam’s attention. 


“Dean. I’m sorry. You don’t deserve it. You never deserve to get beaten for my
actions. It was my fault and my fault alone.” Sam gently soothes his brother.
He’s used it before, because it calms Dean down when he is upset.


As Dean continues to tremble, he tightens his hold on Dean. A single drip of
liquid lands on Sam’s hands, and he whispers reassurances into his brother’s
ear.


When the tension leaves Dean’s body and he relaxes within Sam’s arms, Sam feels
more tear drops landing on his hands. With a start he realizes that Dean is
crying. He can feel the violent shakes against his chest, and his heartaches
for his brother. In that moment, Sam’s feelings overwhelm him. He wants to
change the way his father sees and acts towards Dean. Though he is not sure how
John would take that, or even how Dean would react to his father finally
respecting his own needs and wants. Sam wants to beat it into his father that
Dean is worthy of all the things John wants for Sam.


Dean’s sobs get stronger and he tries to get away from Sam’s grasp, but Sam
holds him firmly against his chest. Sam holds him until he feels a shift in
Dean’s weight and realizes that his brother no longer has control over his body
and collapses against Sam. The force of it brings Sam down to the floor, and he
carries Dean with him until he cradles Dean in his lap and against his chest.


“Why? Why does he hate me so much? I would never make you leave, Sammy.” Dean
tells Sam through his sobs and heartbreak.


“I don’t know, Dean. I know you would never do anything to make me leave.” Sam
pauses to gather his thoughts. There might never be a better time to get
through to his brother. “Dean, you’re a strong, a confident, and a caring
person that deserves so much more in life than what you get in return. You… you
mean the world to me, Dean, and I will protect you like you protect me. But you
need to let me in.” Sam tells him with the love and strength that he feels
pulsing through his large frame.


Dean cries on his chest and Sam rocks him back and forth on the floor of the
motel. It’s the first time Sam can remember ever seeing Dean this upset and
vulnerable. It breaks something inside of him, something that can only be fixed
by helping Dean discover his true potential, and be the man he was always meant
to be.


Once Dean falls asleep in Sam’s arms, he lowers himself completely onto the
floor. Rolling Dean onto his side, Sam pillows Dean’s head against his chest.
It’s been a long time since they shared a bed, the last time Sam can remember
is when Dean held him after a nightmare he had when he was younger. Finally Sam
is able to return the favor, for once in his life. He has the opportunity to
try to tell his big brother that he is a person worthy of love. Dean deserves
to have a life outside of the family business, but trying to explain that to
Dean will be quite the challenge. Sam only hopes that tonight something got
through to his brother. 


~*~*~


Sam lays there with his brother on top of him sound asleep. The exhaustion
leaves Dean’s body as he enters a deep sleep. Sam can’t imagine the emotional
pain Dean is going through. He wonders if his brother will ever get over it, if
he’ll be able to move on, no matter what their life will bring to them.


Sam wraps the comforter around them, a pillow lands on Dean’s legs in the
process. Grasping the pillow, Sam settles it behind his head to be more
comfortable on the cold hard floor of the motel. Finally he can close his eyes.


Sam feels out of place as he is seated at the small table without his laptop
and newspaper articles littering his sight for their next hunt. This is his
Dad’s room and this must be his dream, but he feels the muscles stretching over
his bones and the neat facial hair on his face. Shit! He is John. Well, not
really, but Sam is seeing his father’s dream through his father’s eyes.


Dean left about a half hour ago to pick up some much needed medical supplies,
and food for dinner. It shouldn’t take his son much time to return back to the
motel. 


About an hour after Dean should have been back, there is a noise of the door
creeps open. Dean juggles with the bags of supplies in one hand, while the
other holds, what John assumes to be their dinner. Dean kicks the door closed,
before placing the bags on the floor near the small table to avoid the articles
of newspaper cluttering it.


Dean looks up at John and stands there like a deer caught in headlights. Eyes
wide and frozen in place.


“Dean, what took you so long?” John growls.


“Umm…I had a hard time finding some of the supplies. Sorry, Dad.” Dean tells
him before looking down at his shoes, ready, waits for the disappointment to
come. 


“You should have called. I’ve been waiting for your goddamn ass to get back. I
found us a case.” Annoyance and disgust are lacing John’s voice. Why can’t Dean
make a damn phone call?


“I’m – I’m sorry, Dad. Next time I’ll call. I never meant to be late.” Dean
pleads with his father, resentment in his eyes.


“Next time is right, Dean! My God! Are you that dumb?” John mocks him, crowding
into his space, making Dean, shrink back into the door as his father’s frame
looms over him.


“N – No! I lost track of time. I’ll remember for next time.” Dean whispers
still avoiding Sam’s – John’s – gaze.


“I’ll make sure you remember. Dean, look at me, you useless piece of shit.” He
slams his hand into the door by the side of Dean’s head making Dean flinch even
though he tries to hide it. A nasty grin curves John’s lips. “Why do I keep you
with me? Huh? You’re worthless.” He pauses, basking in the guilt and shame
radiating from Dean. “Oh yeah, you’re my soldier.” John rasps sarcastically at
his son.


“What are you, Dean?”


Dean hesitantly lifts his head and meets John’s gaze. The fear seeps out of
Dean and he responds in a manner that is pure sweetness.


“I’m your soldier and I must follow your orders, Sir.” He sighs and takes a
deep breath in, letting it out before continuing. “My role is to do what you
ask me to do and never question them. Be a good soldier. If not – not – I shall
be punished.” Dean pushes it out and shakily unbuttons his jeans and slides
them down towards his ankles. He must be commando at all times.


“That’s right Dean. And you didn’t follow a rule. You will be punished.” John
says matter of flatly and sneers seeing the fear heighten in his son.


John pulls his fist back and punches Dean in the face. Dean recoils and John
sweeps his legs out from under him. Dean takes a fall and lands hard on the
wooden floor as the wind is knocked out of him. Dean tries to get up, but John
launches himself on top of Dean, straddling his waist.


Dean looks up at him with tears filling his eyes, not yet leaving to roll down
his reddened cheek. His lip is split open and John slaps his son’s face to open
the cut more. The tears start rolling as he whimpers, “Stop, I’m sorry.”


It fuels John more and his palm strikes Dean’s solar plexus multiple times,
listening to the whimpers escaping his son’s broken lips. Dean writhes in pain
and tries to cover the injuries with his right arm that gotten lose from John’s
grasp.


John sees his arm move and knows where it’s heading. He grabs Dean’s wrist and
squeezes as hard as he can. Dean screams out in pain and bucks his hips trying
to get his father off of him.


“Dad! Stop! I’m sorry! It’ll never happen again!” Dean shouts and tries to move
his hand again.


But John just tightens his hold and lifts it up, only to slam it into the floor
beneath them. Dean shouts out and struggles to get loose as John smirks down at
his son.


“What’s the matter, Dean? Can’t fight me like when we are training, huh? Now
it’s my turn to show you what I can really do.” John’s expression darkens as he
watches the fear pulse through Dean.


John cranks his arm down towards Dean’s shoulder while twisting it roughly and
the sound of “pop” and “fuck” punctuating the screams of pain from Dean. Using
one hand, John keeps Dean’s arm in position, and with his other he begins to
punch his gut until his son can no longer breathe. He gets off his son’s body
and pulls the arm he knows is broken to flip Dean over onto his stomach. The
arm stays twisted brokenly on his back even as Dean continues to shout and
scream in agony. Dean tries to kick out, but John easily evades it before
kicking back at his son’s broken body. His foot lands heavily on Dean’s stomach
until he slams his large booted foot against his head and knocks his son
unconscious.


John stands up and picks his son’s limp form off the ground and slams it onto
one of the beds. Dean’s face is bloody and his lip is split wide open. It will
need stitches though John will wait until morning to fix that. A pleased smile
reaches John’s face, as he stares at the broken man before him. Dean has been
antsy and distracted ever since his brother took off for no reason. John isn’t
willing to lose another son, he needs his soldier to stay. 


John strides over to the mini fridge and pulls out a beer. Twisting the cap off
and taking a sip of the bitter ale. He swipes his blood-stained hands off on a
towel, grabs his meal from the bag, and gets back to his research.


Sam bolts up-right, residual fear pulses beneath his skin. The images of Dean
are still behind his eyes and he whimpers before turning towards Dean who is
laying on the floor and sleeping, wrapped within the comforter. Sam needs to
check to see his injuries. Shuffling close, Sam stares at his brother. Dean’s
face is filled with freckles and there is a touch of pink on his cheeks. Except
for his black eye, his face is in perfect condition: he was never beaten to a
pulp. He places his fingers against Dean’s neck to check for a pulse and its
calm beat soothes Sam. Oh thank God! Sam never beat the shit out of Dean. In
his dreams that felt so real, it felt as if Sam hurt his brother for not
following orders, punishing him for not following them at any cost.


Sam runs to the bathroom and vomits into the toilet. 


~*~*~


John’s POV


Down the hall from the boys, John lays on the bed, hands tucked behind his
head. The television is on and turned down low on some action movie. The
ceiling fan rattles on high and his beer sits on the end table with a small
lamp and clock upon it.


John drowns the rest of his beer and gets comfortable on the bed, short enough,
that his feet hang off. Sam has the same problem, takes after John with his
height; while Dean…his oldest is much more like Mary, the love of his life. 


His thoughts take a darker turn as he thinks of Mary. They had a plan, a
future, and it was taken away by the yellow-eyed demon that had plans for Sam.
When he’s not consumed with his thoughts of revenge, he wonders about those
plans. He has no idea what they are, but them seem to include Dean. It’s with a
heavy heart that he realizes the boys will need to discover it on their own.


Deep down John is disgusted by the thought of his boys being more than brothers
(based on their interactions and closeness), but with their life, it’s not that
far from the truth. Thinking about it (and wishing he wasn’t) he comes to the
conclusion that Sam would be the one to have more than brotherly feelings for
Dean, since his oldest took care of Sam and gave him what he needed when John
couldn’t. Though if Dean let someone into his heart, that person would be Sam.
Sam already belongs there; it’s only a matter of time until Dean opens up and
sees what is right in front of him. Someone who loves him unconditionally.


John focuses on the rattling of the ceiling fan and the soft hum of the
television lulls him to sleep.


John feels out of place in the motel room, sitting at the table waiting for the
person he picked up at the bar. Once he sees the motel door opening, he’s on
his feet in a flash, slamming the body against the wall. Beneath him are the
strong, hard lines of a man. A man, what the hell, no way. Who the hell is
this? Raking his hand across his face and the feel of smooth skin makes his
heart race. The added height and long, shaggy brown hair falling into his face,
John knows. He’s his son, he is Sam. 


Sam slams his lips upon the man and hears the moans escaping into his mouth. He
can feel the man’s erection against his hip locked in confines of his denim.
Sam pushes his hips forward and a hiss of excitement escapes his lips, the need
of feeling a man against him since he will never have Dean. This is what he
needs and wants.


Sam wastes no time in taking the man’s flannel shirt, unbuttoning until he is
able to push it off the guy’s lean shoulders. He lifts the hem of the
undershirt, ripping it up and over the man’s head. The man’s breathing quickens
with excitement and anticipation for more. It sends an electric shock through
Sam’s body as he places his large palm on the man’s beating heart, lowering his
hand to trace the curves of his abdominal muscles. There is a hitch of the guys
breathe when John releases the buckle of his belt. 


“S – S – Sam.” The voice whispers with lust and nerves.


John (Sam) stops, hands holding the opened buckle, and hesitantly looks up, “D
– Dean. Is that you?” Sam asks, knowing all too well, it is.


“Ye – Yeah Sam. What – What are you? What are w – we doing?” Dean asks
nervously and slightly scared. 


Sam fully takes in his brother’s appearance. His body has gone rigid, his face
is pinched and turned away, even as his eyes flicker a cross between fear and
want. Sam’s eyes narrow as Dean, turns to look at him, but unable to meet his
gaze, anxiously waiting for an answer.


“D – Dean. I need you. I need to be with you, man – to fill this ache in my
chest. I won’t hurt you and I will take care of you. I – I just need.” Sam
answers his brother, honestly, displaying his vulnerability. Sam hopes that
Dean understands why he needs to be with Dean.


John (Sam) continues to pull open the belt through the loops, letting it fall
to the floor. He uses his thumb to release the button and slowly pulls the
zipper down. Sam realizes his brother is flaccid within his jeans. He wants to
change that quite quickly because this could be his only chance. Sam wants to
pleasure his brother as much as he wants to pleasure himself though his heart
aches at what he will be taking from Dean. He is fulfilling a need and using
his brother to achieve this goal, even if it’s what he wants for them.


Dean gasps and stiffens his body as he realizes what will happen. His head
slams back against the wall, showing his submission to his brother’s wants and
needs. Despite his willingness, he is clearly unsure of what this hidden secret
means.


John (Sam’s) hand slip beneath the waistband of Dean’s boxers and jeans. He
slides them down his bowed legs letting them pool at his feet. Dean shivers and
his breathing gets raspy as he confirms that something is really going to
happen. Sam leans forward and capture’s Dean’s lips in a chaste kiss as he
brings his hands around to cup his brother’s round globes of flesh. Dean steps
out of his clothing and hesitantly follows as Sam deepens the kiss and moves
them closer to the bed.


Sam turns them around until he pushes Dean down onto the bed with a glint in
his eyes that is pure lust.


Sam crawls up onto the bed and his gaze is locked with Dean’s. Dean’s eyes
reflect his lust, although there is also fear shining through unshed tears.
Ignoring that, Sam wastes no time in claiming his brother’s lips in a hungry
kiss.


Sam can hear the slight whimpers, and he grinds down to show Dean how much he
is wanted and needed at the moment. The confusion on Dean’s face is clearly
understandable when Sam can feel his brother’s cock begin to swell and harden
at the motion and intimate touch.


Sam deepens the kiss and pulls his flannel shirt wide open, buttons flying
around the room. Sam kisses along his jawline as he makes his way towards the
back of Dean’s ear. The unexpected moan of pleasure puts him on hold, gently
trailing his hand down his brother’s firm chest towards his impressive cock. 


Dean has his eyes shut tight and heat upon his skin. The tense lines his face
and chest reflect the unwilling pleasure of being with a man, not necessarily
his brother. Sam slowly, gently, rests his hand at the bottom of Dean’s belly,
at the start of the trail of blonde pubic hair. The hitch in Dean’s breath
catches Sam’s attention as he looks up to see his pupils blown with lust though
his eyes don’t see anything. 


Sam laps at a hard nub and slowly wraps his large palm around Dean’s heavy,
thick cock. He marvels at the way, it is standing to attention in his brother’s
presence. Sam strokes his brother’s cock up and down with a twist at the head,
leaking pre-come to ease the way down. 


Sucking and biting at Dean’s nipples combined with the feel of Sam’s hand,
pulls whines and whimpers from Dean’s throat. Encouraged, Sam moves further
down Dean’s lean body. Sam takes the moment to admire his brother’s thick, hard
cock, and the thick vein dominating the underside of his cock.


John (Sam) kisses the head and licks at the gathering pre-come. Dean moans out
loud and whispers, “Oh God.” 


Sam wraps his lips around the awaiting cock and smiles at the weight in his
mouth. He sucks and licks and moves his head forward until he can feel it in
the back of his throat. The stiffness and tension radiating off of Dean’s body
and the arching off the bed as he comes down his waiting throat, screaming
“Sammy.”


Sam cleans him up and lays down beside his brother. Dean turned over with his
back facing him, an embarrassed flush covering his body. Sam has just helped
Dean discover something hidden; a love for Sam that goes deep within his soul.


John bolts upright, gasping for air. He races towards the bathroom to release
the bile that is rising up his throat. Clinging to the porcelain god, he throws
up until he is dry heaving over the bowl. The very thought of fucking his own
son makes him sick to his stomach.


John has never thought about being with a man ever in his life. When Mary
passed away he looked for random ladies in the bars he found for relaxation
from the nights hunt. He needed a way to ease the adrenaline that would pulse
thickly in his veins at every hunt he went on, with or without his sons. John
could find solace in the warm body of a woman and fuck her in the truck, the
alley way behind the bar, and at times the motel room. 


John sits there beside the toilet and leaning back against the old-fashioned
tub resting on four white paws. He breaths in and out, trying to get his
composure back and think clearly about what happened in his dream. 


A hidden desire for men? A need to satisfy himself with the likeness of his
Mary with his son? Shit! Could it be true? He pushes himself up on his feet and
wobbles towards the sink. He stands there just letting the water run and the
steam rise within the air fogging up the mirror in front of him. When he can
move again he rests his palm against the glass before swiping his hand across
the mirror to see his complete face reflecting back at him.


John stares at himself, brown eyes and dark circles looking back at him. John
stares at himself in the mirror and looks for an answer regarding the dream
that just freaked the shit out of him. God, he needed a woman’s body to get the
disgusting clammy feel of being sexually intimate with his son. It had felt so
real that the smell of sex was still heavy in the air. 


Why had he dreamed that? Did he harbor some unknown attraction to men? He gave
a decisive shake of his head. No, he knew himself. He was completely straight
and was in love with women. No men for him, but the dream… it hadn’t lied. He
knew in his blood that Dean, his Dean was into men, not just anyone: Sam, his
Sammy.


God, what the hell did he do to his kids? He is shaking and shivering in his
boxer shorts, so caught up in his guilt that he gets spooked when the door of
his motel is slammed open and Sam is standing there in the bathroom doorway,
breathing sharply from running. Any embarrassment he feels at getting caught in
his boxers fades as he looks at his son. Sam looks like he feels and there is a
look of acknowledgement on his son’s face.


“Dad? I – I had this…I don’t even know what to call it.” Sam says through
shivering of clattered teeth. 


“Sam. Sit down. I think I know what’s going on. Shit! I should have said
something.” John says looking at Sam and scrubbing a hand across his face.


“What should you have said, Dad?” Sam is hesitant, concern etched on his face.


“Son, before I knew it, I – I touch a piece of the skin I got from the Captain.
If I knew… fuck! If I knew I wouldn’t have touched it in the first place.” John
says, defeated. This is his fault, due to his carelessness.


“Dad, we have to figure it out. I – I don’t know if I can look at Dean without
seeing that nightmare. I need to find out who this person or creature is now!” 


“I know – I know. I don’t think I can either. But the next dream we have can
help us. Next time we can be aware and know it’s a nightmare.” John states
firmly with a nod. 


“Okay Dad. Okay. Meet you at the diner for dinner? Dean and I will do some
research and some interviews.” Sam doesn’t wait for an answer as he walks out
of the room.


“I’ll meet you at the diner.” John calls back.


John takes a quick shower and gets dressed quickly to meet up with his boys.
God help him, it’s going to be hard to look his oldest son with the thoughts of
his damn nightmare. He only hopes that Dean doesn’t figure it out and is too
focused on the hunt to recognize the odd behaviors from himself or Sam. 
***** Chapter Seven *****
Chapter_Seven

Dean’s POV


Dean wakes up and sits on the edge of the bed, eyes wide open as he stares at
the empty bed next to him. Where did Sam go? Did he leave again? Or did he go
see Dad?


He has no idea what is going on with Sam, but his gut feeling is that it has to
do with this case. Getting to his feet Dean heads towards the bathroom. He
washes up, but the usual relaxing ritual is marred by thoughts of Sam.


When Dean sees Sam hasn’t returned, his heart starts beating erratically. It’s
stupid and he can’t help it: so much of his identity is dedicated to the safety
and protection of Sam. Dean knows deep within his heart that he could never
protect Sam completely, but he will still die trying to protect him from the
creatures that plague the earth in the darkness.


Knowing he can’t do anything about Sam, Dean takes a chance and heads towards
the police station wanting to speak with the Captain. If he’s there, Dean can
hopefully gain more insight into this creature, more specifically this piece of
skin found by the victims.


Thinking about what Sam and Dad have said, Dean, feels in his bones that there
is more to this creature that either of them is telling him. He might not be
the greatest when it comes to research, but he is capable of looking for
valuable information for a hunt. Dean’s best features are in his interviewing
skills. He works the charm while staying calm and collected when trying to gain
information on a case. He’d never say, but he’s proud of that skill.


Dean walks the eight blocks down the street to the police station. The sun is
up and bright. The heat beats down on his back makes the sweat pour down his
back, pooling beneath the leather of his jacket.


He wishes he felt cooler as he enters the police station. But he gives himself
a moment before heading towards the intercom.


“Good morning, this is Agent Bates. I’m here to see Captain Johnson.” Dean
states through the intercom.


“Agent Bates - Come on in, the Captain is waiting for you.”


Dean hears the click of the door and pulls it open. An officer greets him and
takes him straight to the Captain’s office. Dean nods his thanks, before
turning to the door. Taking a deep breath, he steadies himself before knocking.
And then he waits.


“Come on in.” A voice says.


Dean opens the door and walks into the office and walks up towards the Captain,
ready to ask his questions.


“Hello. I’m Agent Bates. I’m here to find out more about that bat creature
case.” Dean walks towards Johnson with his hand out waiting to be received and
shaken.


Captain Johnson reaches out and shakes Dean’s hand in greeting and nods.


“Nice to meet you, Agent Bates.” The Captain is obviously a busy man. He wastes
no time getting down to business. “The skin from the creature is bat-like:
tough and smooth. Our experts guess it comes from its wing, although the skin
is very similar to human skin. And, of course, the pigments of the skin are
black and red.”


“Human skin: black and red human skin, sir?” Dean asks.


Captain Johnson shrugs, not willing to give a definite answer. “A piece of the
skin that was found at each site next to the victim was analyzed. In all cases,
the results were closely related to human skin.”


“A human: that can possibly change shape.” Dean tries to make it a question,
but really there is no doubt. “Is there anything else you can tell me about the
case?” He asks curiously. Already it’s been worth the trip. He wasn’t expecting
to find out this skin is human.


“Yeah, there was one more thing. One of the relatives from our latest victim
said that they saw this man in their dreams and when the man left, it looked
like a bat, like Dracula.” The Captain’s voice conveys his skepticism.


“Like Dracula, thank you for the information Captain.” Dean tells the Captain
and walks out to go to the library.


It is still fairly early in the morning, not yet 9 o’clock. The library won’t
be open so Dean takes his time ambling down the street. He pauses and pulls his
cell phone from his pocket and check to see if he has any messages: nothing.
Dean shakes his head and mutters under his breath. Neither Dad nor Sam is
anywhere to be found and Dean has to do more research. Great! At this point all
he knows is the creature is human and can turn into a bat – wing liked
creature. It has to be a God or Spirit of some sort but mostly related to
dreams and nightmares. It would still be nice to share the information with his
family.


Dean heads towards the library and finds the computers quickly. He sits at a
station and opens google. Typing in his search for Gods and Spirts for dreams
and nightmares, the results blow his mind away.


Dean’s deep into his reading when his cell phone starts vibrating in his
pocket. Pulling it out he sees Sam’s name written on the screen.


“Hey! What’s up? Where did you go this morning?” He can’t help his concern.


“Hi. Sorry about that. I had to talk with Dad about something.” Sam says matter
of flatly.


“Is everything okay?” Dean can’t help asking even though he knows Sam isn’t
going to tell him. “Cause I think I found something or someone.”


“Everything is fine, Dean. It was about the hunt. You found the creature?” Sam
squeals out in delight.


“Yeah – I think so. I’m at the library. I’ll just print the information out.
Breakfast, dude?”


“Yeah – meet us at the diner.” Sam tells Dean.


Dean prints out the pages about the Spirits of Morpheus and Epiales. They were
the spirits of dreams and nightmares, and they’re brothers. Knowing which
spirit it is doesn’t help if they don’t know what person it inhabits. Dean can
only hope that they will discover who it is since none of them have touched the
piece of skin. The skin is the key, and they need to find out who the next
victim is, stopping these murderous spirits in their tracks.


~*~*~


Entering the diner, Dean looks around and notices that Dad and Sam are in a
booth towards the back. Dean walks over to them and slides in next to Sammy,
bumping into his shoulder in the process.


“Jerk.” Sam says with a grin on his face.


“Bitch.”


“Dean, Sam said you found some information about the creature?” John asks but
avoids eye contact, which is unusual for his father.


“Yeah – Dad. I found out that there is a Spirit of Dreams called Morpheus and a
Spirit of Nightmares called Epiales. They are brothers. It seems they can
change into a dark-winged creature once they implant their dream or nightmare
into the persons mind.” Dean can’t help but state his findings proudly.


“A spirit of dreams and nightmares. Okay, so how does this implant thing work?”
Sam asks while looking at their father. 


A light switch turns on in his head, but Dean doesn’t say anything. He just
watches more closely.


“When a person is dreaming, the spirit implants a message through touch to be
released to the subconscious. This then plays back the dream or nightmare while
you are sleeping. And most victims don’t realize the creature is part of the
dream or nightmare to start with because the victim is so focused on the
horrible nightmare.” Dean says.


“What?” John yells across the table.


“The creature reveals themselves before the person wakes up in human form and
leaves in the dark-winged form.” Dean states confidently. Everything he read
said this.


“Is there any more information about these creatures?” Sam asks hesitantly.


Dean can sense something is wrong with his father and brother. It sounds like
one of them has touched the skin. Who? Most likely Dad since he had a piece of
skin from the Captain. He doesn’t want to let on that he figured it out, but
he’s curious all the same.


“Yeah – Epiales is the creature of nightmares. His skin is black and red, his
eyes are red. The Captain said a relative of one of the victims saw the man in
his dreams and said he is tall and muscular with dark-brown eyes, black –
shoulder length hair, high cheek bones with thick red lips. The man is very
witty and charismatic.” Dean shares with them.


“Okay. That’s great, Dean. A good description of the man. It should help us to
find and kill him.” John says looking at his hands and not at Dean.


“How do we kill it, Dean?” Sam asks and John looks up with wide eyes and barely
there nod towards Sam.


“Fire. Like a flare gun. It’s very similar to a Wendigo.” Dean says and grins.
He loves using fire to kill his prey.


But that is as much information as Dean has. Now that he does know, his
attitude changes.


“How will we find it Sam? Dad?” Dean asks lowering his gaze to his hands.


“Umm…through a dream or nightmare. Maybe we should touch the piece of skin?”
Sam says and stares at their father, obviously willing him, to go along with a
plan that he has no idea about.


They are both acting unusual and neither of them will meet his gaze. It makes
Dean’s insides twist and turn until he is nauseous. Something is wrong and they
won’t trust him.


“I think that’s a great plan, Sam. I still have the piece of skin and I can
touch it and look for the creature in my dreams.” John states calmly, glances
up at Dean rather than his hands, the table, or at Sam.


“I think that’s a plan. But, Dad, you sure this is the best we’ve got?” Sam
says, biting his bottom lip.


“Yeah – Sam. I think it is. We have all the information we need. All because of
Dean.” John says looking at Dean. 


“Okay. We’ve got a plan. Be aware of your dreams tonight. Be on the lookout.”
Dean says, lowering his lashes as he takes in the appearance of his father and
brother. Both are breathing fast and nervous about what is to come.


“It’s going to be okay. Everything will be fine. All I dream about is beer,
burgers, and girls.” Dean says with a laugh to lighten the mood.


“And pie!” Sam adds.


They laugh together and the tension floating in the air dissipates. They are
able to relax and enjoy their lunch. Dean smiles to himself, happy at being the
peacemaker and relaxing his family members before the secret is out. Dean knows
that John and Sam has already experienced their first dream and are completely
freaked out about what they saw in those dreams. Well, they’re not dreams are
they? They’re nightmares, to be honest.


~*~*~


Dean takes a shot and asks Sam to go see a movie, since their hunt doesn’t
begin until the sun fades and the stars sparkle bright in the night sky.


Surprisingly, Sam accepts the invitation to the movies. It’s a small town, so
there isn’t much choice. They bicker until they decide on Lethal Weapon. It’s a
classic that they have seen multiple times in their motel room on the crappy
televisions, but never on the big screen.


Dean encourages Sam to head into the theater to find them some seats. He hopes
Sam picks somewhere towards the back. He hates the front and enjoys watching
others while he is able to sit back and relax and enjoy some quality time with
his pain in the ass little brother that is not so little anymore.


Dean grabs them a large tub of popcorn and drizzles a good amount of salt and
butter on the fluffy white kernels. Two large blue raspberry slushy’s, a bag of
peanut M&M’s and licorice for Sam make up his snack haul. 


He enters the theater and finds Sam in the back. Thank God! Relief washes over
him and he sees Sam’s face light up with a mirrored smile. The small flutter of
butterfly wings can be felt in his stomach. Dean is nervous, and the thought
stops him in his tracks. Why is he nervous?


Rather than think about it, Dean covers his unease and stares unashamed at Sam.
His brother is taller than him now and he hides his annoyance of being the
shortest with a smirk, all the while eyeing his brother. Sam’s brown hair
reaches his shoulders and is tucked neatly behind his ears. The glint in his
hazel eyes is warm, and they crinkle when he grins from ear to ear. Dean’s
heart flutters in his chest. Shit! It’s the same feelings he has when he looks
for a girl. Fuck! Dean’s nervous because he likes Sam.


Sam waits for him, concern etched on his face. He can clearly read what Sam is
thinking even without him voicing it. Always the big brother, Dean, nods
towards Sam in reassurance, smiling when his brother relaxes. He takes the
steps up towards the back of the stadium theater and plops down next to Sam.
Popcorn flies out from the bag and lands in Sam’s waiting lap. Sam chuckles
beside him and leans over to whisper in his ear, “Eager much, Dean.” Sam
brushes the kernels onto the floor.


The lights fade and they watch the movie in comfortable silence. Legs splay and
thighs press together, even their feet touch. It feels natural – an everyday
thing between them. Dean’s heart races and sweat pools on the back of his neck.
Why is this making him nervous?


He takes a few deep breaths, feeling the simple ease and closeness between
them. This has him moving his hand towards Sam’s. He wants to entwine their
fingers together like a puzzle and never let go.


Dean jumps when Sam joins their fingers and squeezes gently. As if reassuring
him not to freak out, which is unlike Sam to say the least.


They watch the rest of the movie hand in hand, just enjoying the simple
pleasure of being with one another. Dean looks over at Sam when the credits
roll and his eye lids are at half-mast. It’s time to take him home. 


“Let’s get out of here Sammy.” He smiles and pulls his brother up. They walk
back to the car, holding hands along the way. It’s been a long time since they
clasped hands in this fashion. Sammy was a small boy, looking for his brother
for comfort. Dean releases the hold and stands there not sure what to do.


Sam bumps his shoulder and looks at him with a questioning look.


“Dean?” He asks.


“I’m fine Sammy. Let’s get out of here.” Dean tells Sam.


~*~*~


Back at the motel, they each take a shower and head to bed.


Sam goes to the bed closest to the bathroom. He pulls the golden-yellow
comforter down and crawls in. Laying down, he pulls the blankets under his chin
before tucking his hands under his head. It’s not long before his eyes droop
shut.


Dean sits on the edge of the bed watching his brother ever so closely. His gaze
follows every move he makes while entering his bed. Dean waits for the easy
breaths of his brother to snatch Sam’s laptop up from the floor and start it
up.


There’s one piece of information he keeps locked away. Hoping it will be of use
in the future. 


Even though he’d kept his attention on the Captain, a photograph on the
Captain’s desk had caught his eye. A picture of the Captain and what looks like
his brother, a paramedic. What caught Dean’s attention was the bright blue eyes
on the Captain’s brother, and the slight redness of the Captain’s eyes.


Both men were tall and had high cheek bones. One brother had black, shoulder
length hair, while the other had blonde, short spiky hair. Captain Johnson had
brown eyes with a touch of red to them, where his brother had piercing blue
eyes. They were both muscular and their uniforms fit them like a second skin. 


Dean had to admit, these men were attractive. Only to himself. He would never
be able to express that thought out loud to his family. He had too much fear of
being judged and no longer a true man. If his father ever saw him as a man.


With Sam asleep, Dean continues his research on Morpheus and Epiales. The
spirits of dreams and nightmares. Brothers. Dean has to admit that these men do
their job well, like his family does well with hunting.


Since they’ve come here, Dean’s dreams have been filled with pleasures of his
wants and desires. It’s…confronting, as Dean realized he most likely would
never take the time to go after what he truly wants out of life. These dreams
have given him a new outlook of having his wants and desires at his fingertips.
Achieving them… he finds even the thought difficult.


He looks at his brother in awe, sleeping peacefully and having dreams that may
be a gateway to solving this case. Dean shivers at the thought of what is going
on in his brother’s mind. Was it Morpheus or Epiales?


Morpheus enters a person’s subconscious radiating a bright blue light by giving
the person a dream of their wants and desires. He would speak slowly and
charmingly with the person he was about to give a dream too. Morpheus’s voice
would ease and comfort the person, and they would accept the dream and sleep in
peace before waking up content and satisfied.


Epiales, on the other hand, enters the victim’s subconscious, blinding the
victim with a red light. He used his charm and wit to gain the trust of his
victims allowing him to turn their dreams into nightmares. His victims would
wake up in a cold sweat and unnerved to the core of their being.


Dean sighs at the thought of what Sam and his Dad could be going through with
these dreams and nightmares. He scrubs his hand over his face and heads to the
sink. Dean splashes cold water over his tired face and fills the glass cup with
water, downing it in one gulp. 


He creeps to his bed near the door and pulls back the comforter. Lowering
himself onto the mattress, Dean whispers to his brother, “Good night, Sammy.
Sweet dreams.”


Rolling over to his stomach, his right hand grasps the blade hidden beneath the
pillow. Feeling more secure, Dean falls asleep to the content, rhythmic
breathing from his brother.
***** Chapter Eight *****
Chapter_Eight

Sam’s POV


Sam goes to bed after taking a well-needed shower. He went over the information
Dean gave them, and quite impressed with his brother’s skills.


Learning that his dream was brought on by Epiales, the spirit of nightmares,
Sam is nervous about going to sleep, even though Dean is right there next to
him, with his silver blade hidden beneath his pillow.


Despite his nervousness, he thinks back to the movie theater holding hands with
Dean and it doesn’t take long once he lays back and gets comfortable in bed.
Hands behind his head and Dean there means that there is safety flying in the
air around him. Slowly his eyes drift closed and he falls soundly sleep.


Sam can see Dean kneeling on the ground with his hands tied behind his back.
His hand grabs at Dean’s shirt, pulling him to his feet. He can feel Dean,
shudder in his grasp and fear is shining clear in his green eyes. The eyes to
his soul, the eyes that express his emotions, the eyes that can never lie or
hide how Dean is truly feeling; his eyes talk and tell a story Sam can
understand.


Sam holds him in place and looks around. He stops when his eyes connect with
the mirror hanging above the desk in the hotel room. Through the mirror, he
sees the whole room and knows that they’ve never stopped here when looking for
a place to stay when hunting. 


As Dean takes a step back he catches a glimpse of the scruff on his father’s
face, and anger races through his body and overwhelms him. The fact that he
essentially is his father angers him more than he can take. Sam would have
rather switched dreams, or in this case nightmares, with his brother.


Watching porn or watching his brother in action is better than hurting Dean. It
makes his stomach turn as the bile boils in his gut. The thought of his Dad
hurting his son in this manner is too much, and the bile makes a sudden
appearance and lands forcefully on the floor.


In that moment, Sam catches sight of a dark, winged person in the window behind
him. Epiales stares amusedly at Sam, who is caught staring at bright, red eyes
locking onto hazel ones. Sam gasps at the sight, knowing full well this is
their creature, the spirit of nightmares.


“Epiales? What do you want?” Sam asks confidently, even though he can feel the
tremors rack his father’s body.


“Hello there, Sam.” Epiales said with a mischievous smirk on his face.


“How do you know who I am?” Sam questions the creature.


“Well, you are a Winchester. And I’ve met your father. And I’ve met Dean. That
only left you… How lucky I was that you and your father were such easy targets.
I didn’t even have to trick him when he touched my skin.” He says with glee.


“It this a joke to you? A game? Do you think it is fun messing with people’s
minds? Sam can’t keep the disgust from his voice.


“Of course it’s fun. You mean you don’t think so, Sam? Isn’t that what dreams
are for? To have the fun, you can’t have in reality. Or do you actually think
your dreams will ever be fulfilled?” Epiales states.


“It’s not fun at all. I – I do hope to have my dreams fulfilled. I don’t want
to hurt him. What I want is nothing like what you are doing. All you do is
bring death and have fun with innocent people.” Sam spits out.


“All in due time, Sam, all in due time. Still, I don’t blame you for being
interested in your brother. He is something special, isn’t he? And I must say,
Dean is the only one who has seen myself and brother in human form.” Epiales
tells him with pleasure which turns to slight panic as the air in the room
shifts.


Sam turns towards the door of their room and standing there is Morpheus. Bright
blue light shines in his eyes, as Morpheus speaks with his brother.


“Stop this now, Epiales! Stop this feud we have going on. It’s stupid and over
something neither one of us can control. You might be the spirit of nightmares,
but you’ve never hurt people like this before. The nightmares you give to
people are to help them overcome their struggles not cause death.” I can’t
believe you would do it to get back at me. I never betrayed your trust. You’re
my brother, Epiales. I’ve only ever wanted the best for you, and now I want to
have my brother back.” Morpheus reasons with his brother.


“How do I know you’re telling the truth, brother? We used to work together.
Helping those in need and supporting those to go after their desires and wants
in life. My nightmares showed them the obstacles they would face at achieving
their hearts desires while your dreams showed them their hearts desires.”


Silence fills the room until Epiales speaks once more. “We were a team… a great
team. But how can I know I can trust you again?” Even Sam can hear the hope in
his voice. Epiales wants this.


“By starting now. By working with me. Help me put their dreams back in order,
brother. Let Sam and Dean discover what they know in their hearts.” Morpheus
turns a secret smile on Sam. “Even though Sam is the only one to have knowledge
of his hearts desires, his brother is not too far off admitting what he truly
desires in life.”


Epiales takes a moment to think before he simply nods his head in agreement.


“Okay, little brother. It’s a deal. I miss you. And our banter. Let’s give the
Winchester’s their dreams they desire and hope for. I accept your trust.” He
says confidently.


The next thing Sam knows is Dean is at his side, hand on his shoulder, gently
shaking him awake.


“Sam, Sammy. Wake up. It’s only a dream.” He can hear Dean saying.


Sam’s eyes flutter open. He takes a look around him and he smiles at Dean. “I’m
okay, Dean. I saw the creature. I spoke with him. He said you know who he is.”


Dean stills and freezes at his words. He gazes at his brother as the wheels
turn and then a light bulb shines bright inside his brother’s mind.


Dean nods and takes a breath in and releases it out. “It’s the Captain –
Captain Johnson. I caught a glance of red in his eyes when I was interviewing
him. At the time, I thought it was nothing or just my imagination.


~*~*~


The Winchesters meet up at the café and set up a plan on confronting the
Captain about the victims.


“I can head back to the precinct and follow a fake lead? Dean suggests. Sam
thinks only he hears the slight quaver in Dean’s voice.


“Is that safe, Dean? Are you sure? It might be out of your league?” John teases
with a grin.


“It’s safe, Dad. I’ll use the fake lead to take him into the woods. You and
Sammy will be waiting for us.” Dean says, full of conviction. He trusts his
family can help to stop the spirit.


“Tell him you…you were hiking in the woods and heard screaming.” Sam suggests,
pausing when their eyes lock on each other. Sam could tell Dean was
contemplating whether or not this plan would work. But he also knew that Dean
would do the job. Though the way Dean gazed upon Sam… there was something
different about it. Something different about Dean. Despite his feat, he was
intense and powerful. Sam felt his blood pulse at the hope for Dean to go after
his dreams.


“I can do it.” To Sam it felt like Dean is talking about more than the trap.
“I’ll even add some charm to it.” Dean says as a blush tints his cheeks. It’s a
very good look for Dean, Sam must admit.


“Okay, Dean, sounds like a plan. Once the creature sees the fake body we have
for him, he’ll change form, then Dad and I will close in and shoot flare guns
at him.”


Sam states confidently, although his mind plays scenarios of what could go
wrong. Of what could happen to Dean during this hunt.

“Sounds good, boys. Let’s get down to business and let Dean do his thing.” John
says as he gets up and pays the bill. They all head towards the exit, without
noticing the handsome blue eyed man watching them from a booth across the café.
There is a glint of excitement in his eyes and hope that these gentleman will
take care of his brother’s stupid mistake.


The look on the young man who offered to charm himself for his older brother
would be a sight to see. Though he played his role with confidence, Morpheus
can tell this man is nervous and anxious, afraid to make a mistake in front of
his family. Though the look he sent his brother was strong and powerful. A look
of hope, determination, and love. Love of purity that radiated in body to the
beat of his heart. He would do anything for the young man whether he liked it
or not. Their love is strong and would never die.


If successful in their job, Morpheus has a plan to help the young men towards
each other with the help of a dream.
***** Chapter Nine *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Chapter_Nine

Dean’s POV


Dean is scared shitless. He is nervous about charming Captain Johnson, about
whether he will be lured away from prying eyes. Dean knows this is the only way
to take the creature out, and it all comes down to him. Fuck! No wonder he’s
nervous.


But it’s not just for himself. He remembers how Sam looked last night. The
dream Sam had was excruciating to experience just as an onlooker. Dean can’t
imagine how it must feel to the victim, having to overcome the dream. The
nightmare. 


But he couldn’t think about Sammy now. He had a job to do. Dean went to work.
He took a shower and put on his dirty clothes, before applying dirt to the tips
of his wet hair. He then used the hair dryer to cake the dirt onto his body.


Once he finished dressing himself up for their plan, Dean went for a three-mile
run. He had to look like he was on a hike.


Once he’s as prepared as he can be, Dean leaves the Impala with Sam and jogs up
to the police station. Like last time, Dean was buzzed into the precinct and
brought right to the Captain.


“Captain? I – I have to tell you something.” Dean says, bent over as if winded.


He keeps an eye on Captain Johnson, as he walks closer to Dean. There is no
hesitation as he places his hand on his shoulder, gently squeezing.


“Dean. Calm down. Take a seat.” The Captain says.


Dean takes a seat in the chair across from the Captain’s desk. He scrubs his
hand over his sweaty face. A shiver runs through his body, and it sets him on
edge.


“Tell me what happened, Dean?” He asks curiously.


Dean takes a moment to calm his breathing and slowly locks eyes with the man in
front of him. He looks at him properly and is surprised to find he reminds him
of Sam. The long hair, tall and muscular body, and even his wittiness. Is this
why he immediately felt comfortable with him? Then it hits Dean like a tornado,
the mixed emotions and feelings he has been struggling to deal with towards
Sam. They aren’t new. They aren’t due to this spirit. He felt the connection
before they headed off to work this case.


Despite his feelings, Dean is a good hunter and knows what he need to do. He
can’t think about Sam right now, he has a job. Taking in as much air as he can,
he lets it out, ready to tell his story. He hopes his timing is right, that
Sammy is safe and waiting, ready with backup from Dad.


Focus, Dean, he tells himself. Now he needs to play his part and play it well.


“I was hiking up this trail to Kezar Falls. It… I must have been close because
I could smell the lake in the distance when I heard screaming. I ran towards
the sound and when I got there the screaming stopped. It was like it never
happened. But then I found a body… a female body torn apart. I think… oh god! I
think she was torn about by her own hand!” Dean looks up at the Captain, hands
clenched and tears in his eyes. “We have to get her body and bring her home to
her family.”


“Shit, Dean! It’s like before. Do you know how to get there? Are there more
victims?” The Captain asks, and Dean sees a hint of redness in his eyes.


“Yeah – I know where it is, I can bring you there. As for more victims,” Dean
shakes his head, “not from what I saw. But I didn’t have a good look around.”


“Good. Let’s go and see what we can do.”


The Captain walks Dean out of the precinct and towards the Captain’s police
car. It’s an unmarked police car, and Dean waits while the Captain attaches a
single red flasher light to the top of the roof and the blue flashing lights in
the rear of the car.


Dean takes his seat next to him and buckles up. He doesn’t even give the
Captain directions – he drives them straight to the start of the trails. 


The Captain exits the vehicle while Dean fumbles with the buckle release. Fuck!
He can’t let his nerves get the better of him! Finally, he gets it loose and
accidently hits the horn in his haste to exit the car. He can see the Captain
watching him with intense eyes that are completely red. Dean’s glad to give his
family a warning they have arrived, whether the creature likes the plan or not.


Dean ignores the glare from the Captain, muttering “It’s this way,” before he
starts up the trail he was on earlier. They walk for three miles until they
come across the body Dean planted there to begin with. The Captain, frozen to
the ground, gasps at the sight.


The red of his eyes shine brightly in the dark and suddenly the Captain isn’t
there. In his place stands a winged creature. As Dean stares at it, he clutches
at his arm, his knees buckle and his head starts to cloud. And before he knows
what’s happening in front of him, the winged creature – the Captain – is right
over the victim’s body.


The creature, lost in his own world begins to eat at the flesh and bones of the
victim. Dean is paralyzed and can hear his racing heartbeat in his chest. He
wants to do something, should do something, but he is too shocked at the sight
before him.


He can vaguely hear someone shouting for him to get down. It’s Sammy. As soon
as he realizes what he is hearing. Dean dives to the ground and lands hard on
his chest, knocking the wind from his body. He can hear gun flares going off
and the creature wail and shout.


Dean is being dragged away from the body (and how did he get there? He doesn’t
remember) and wrapped up in long, strong, muscular arms. It’s Sam. His brother.
Dean’s emotions get the best of him and he hugs his brother back, holding on
for dear life. He can feel Sam’s heart, racing within his chest, and the rapid
pulse running through his own body has him gasping for air.


Fighting against his instinct, Sam’s breathing calms. He knows Dean won’t
settle until Sam has shown he is sage. Breathing in and out slowly, he
encourages Dean to breathe with him. To Dean’s horror, this has him holding
onto Sam even tighter.


~*~*~


Sam’s POV


As Sam and John wait for Dean and the spirit to arrive, Sam fumes over his
brother. Dean risks his life again and again for the hunt and screw the
consequences of those actions. Dean decided to be the bait he and his father
needed him to be. Bring the Captain and show him the body. At this point, the
creature will make its decision on what to do next.


Sam was reluctant on this idea, but knows that it will be for the best. And it
works in their favor. His Dad gestures towards him, and Sam readies himself. He
sees Dean bring the Captain, to the body, and right there the Captain changes
into the winged-creature.


Sam spares a glance for his brother, and Dean is frozen. He stood there,
staring at the creature who is now feeding on the victim. John and Sam exchange
looks. This is when the creature is vulnerable. They have to act.


“Dean. Drop to the ground. Now!” Sam shouts at his brother. He watches in slow
motion as Dean registers the words and slams his body down hard on the ground. 


Sam and John shoot the flare guns at the creature and watch as it is engulfed
in flames. The flames are bright, lighting up the night sky. He takes a sneak
peek at Dean who has his arms around his face. A quick glance at his Dad
assures him the job is done, and Sam rushes over towards Dean and grabs his
hands around Dean’s ankle. Sam pulls and drags his brother to safety, far away
from the burning creature.


[DnN 02]


Sam barely acknowledges his father leaving, too focused on wrapping his long
arms around Dean’s shoulders and feels his brother trembling. His big brother,
badass hunter, stubborn as shit, is trembling in his arms. The emotions come
off him in waves, and only make Sam hold him tighter in his embrace.


He rubs his hand up and down his brothers back, trying to calm Dean, trying to
calm himself! What shocks him the most is the whimper Dean let’s escape his
lips and the way he wraps his own arms around Sam as tight as he possibly can.
Never letting go. Not in the near future anyway.


It grounds Sam to suddenly understand that Dean is letting himself be
vulnerable for Sam. Sam’s heart swells, the love for Dean getting stronger by
the simple gesture of showing fear for the first time. Seeing Dean so open and
emotional brings tears to his eyes. Part of Sam wants to break the tension, but
he knows that there is a deeper reason for Dean to let go and not be called out
on a chick-flick moment.


Right now all Sam knows is Dean has realized he can let his emotions show, let
it all go.


Again, without the Winchester’s knowledge. Morpheus stands close by, watching
the scene play out. The grin that plastered to his face as his brother fell to
his death is still present. His passing will allow Morpheus the change to bring
peace to the guilt laden, innocent victims.


Watching the exchange between the young men brings hope to his heart, hope that
he can change what Epiales has done. He knows that the older brother is coming
to terms with his emotions, and that those emotions scare him to his very soul.


Morpheus wants to give these men their wish. He will give the older man a
dream. A dream he never thought was possible. And even though his dream is to
have his brother in a more then brotherly way, they will find a way to make it
work no matter what happens in the future.


~*~*~


Dean’s POV


Eventually Dean calms down enough to loosen up his grip to look at Sam. He
expects to see derision, instead of the smile on Sam’s face makes him grin and
relax completely in his little brother’s embrace.


It’s over.


The creature is gone and can’t hurt anyone else ever again – can never hurt his
Sammy. His emotions overwhelm him, and Dean acts without thinking. Turning to
his brother, Dean lands a kiss on Sam’s temple. It’s an intimate notion and
chick-flick moment and it confuses him to no end. As soon as he realizes what
he’s done, Dean pushes up on his feet, backing away even as Sam looks up with
hurt etched on his face.


As soon as Dean sees that look he stops. Instead he reaches forward and grabs
Sam’s hand, pulling him to his feet. He waits for Sam to gain his balance
before they head towards the Impala. Somehow their hands lock together: it’s
the only gesture Dean can manage with the emotional charge racking his body.


Dean has always loved Sam. He thought it was like a brother, and to realize
that these are more than brotherly feelings? It’s a fucking shock to his
system. And it scares him. Because what is there to be afraid of? If he’s
honest, he’s always been afraid of what Sam would think.


But the look of hurt on Sam’s face makes him rethink his thoughts on the
subject. That maybe…Maybe Sam would be ok with these feelings?


They arrive at the Impala and Dean heads to the passenger side. Sam tilts his
head in surprise before grinning at his brother. Sam and Dean take their seats
and drive in silence as they head to the motel for the night.


~*~*~


Dean shifts in the car and leans his head against the cold glass of the window.
It feels good on his cheek and it helps him to stay calm. He peeks out of the
corner of his eyes to gaze at Sam through his long lashes.


There is heat upon his brother’s cheeks, and Dean can sense his relief to get
far away from the scene as possible. And there is determination. Determination
to prove he can take care of another person. 


This person being Dean. And Dean can admit that he wants that, wants Sam to
watch over him.


He smiles weakly and leans his head back as sleep takes over. Sam hums beside
him to the purr of baby. The sigh of relief escaping his lips sets the tone for
the ride back to the motel.


Morpheus takes a joy ride in the back seat without ever being noticed by either
brother. He beams at each young man, with pride in his heart. Out in the field,
the older man accepted he had feelings, and that he deserves to express his
emotions in a healthy positive way. With love and support from those around
him.


Morpheus wants these man to find their way together no matter the cost. The
small laugh that escapes the younger man says it all: hope, love, devotion, and
passion. The feelings he has for the other man are profound it could crush him.
And here is where Morpheus can help.


He will plant a small, pleasurable dream for the older man. A dream that will
help him understand that the trouble they went through to achieve the knowledge
that emotions are powerful was worth it. Morpheus wants to show the older
brother that he is worth it, worth the dreams, and that those dreams should
never be let go. 


Morpheus gently places his hand on Dean’s left shoulder and squeezes. This is
the moment he induces the dream within his host. A thank you gift for saving
others and his own self.


It was all worth it to give a gift of hope to others that has been lost for
some time. 


~*~*~


Sam’s POV


Sam watches his brother sleep in the car and smiles at the slight erotic noises
coming from Dean. Dean slides further down his seat and his hands are by his
sides. His fist clench and unclench as the sounds increase in volume. Sam
blushes, because what is Dean dreaming about, and he laughs warmly at the
thought. Will they finally be on the same page?


They are about 15 minutes away from the motel when Dean moans, “Sammy.” His
voice is raspy and low. Dean’s hips turn upwards to get relief, and Sam can see
the bulge of Dean’s jeans. He gasps at the sight of his older brother in the
midst of a sex dream: a sex dream about him. A flush covers Sam’s body at the
mere speculation going on in his brother’s mind. 


Luck is with them and Sam pulls up into the space right in front of their room.
Sam unbuckles his seatbelt and goes to do the same with Dean’s. He gets the
belt off and then Sam can only sit back and watch the show. Dean seems to be at
the end of his dream. He thrashes in the seat as his hips rise up and down
looking for friction. His fist clench and unclench in unison. One last thrust
of his hips Dean lets go and shouts, “Sammy.”


Dean awakes with a jerk, and his eyes fly to Sam. Embarrassment is written
clearly on Dean’s face and he quickly gets out of the car.


Sam can’t wait to see what happens.


~*~*~


Sam takes a look at Dean and nods in the direction of the room. Dean avoids his
gaze and rearranges his coat. Sam smiles to himself. The awkward, silence in
the air makes him feel like he is on his first date, each person deciding who
will take the next step and kiss.


Sam’s breathing becomes rapid, as his body fills with anticipation for what is
to come. He opens the door and heads inside. Turning on the light, Sam sits
heavily on the bed and waits. Sam stares out the door, waiting on Dean to make
a decision. 


He waits for what feels like eternity.


Soon though, he hears unsure footsteps towards the door, followed by a barely
there knock as Dean makes it over the threshold. He rubs the back of his neck,
blinks his eyes rapidly, and bites his bottom lip. Dean seems younger in the
doorway of the motel standing their hesitantly moving from one foot to the
other.


Then he stops moving and whispers, “Sammy,” Sam has to lean forward to make
sure he heard what Dean said.


Then Dean is in the room and has the door closed. Standing there with his hands
in his pockets like a lost soul, not sure what to do next.


His big, badass, womanizer, brother, is out of his element and embarrassed at
wanting what he saw in his dreams. A dream that has shown Dean that he is
worthy of having his dreams answered.


Sam quickly stands and heads over to Dean before coming to a stop in front of
him. Dean tenses as he approaches and is quick to drop his gaze towards the
floor. 


Sam gently rests his hand on his brother’s shoulder and squeezes in
reassurance. He notices the change in Dean’s breathing and how his frame
shudders in this moment. While they have never been afraid to share things with
each other, this may be too much, over the top, for either of them to deal
with.


Sam moves his hand slowly up to Dean’s cheek and feels the heat as it seeps
into his palm. He stares at Dean the entire time, waiting until his brother
looks up and they lock eyes with one another.


The intensity of the emotions reflected in his brother’s eyes make Sam want to
wrap his arms around Dean and never let him go. He wishes that Dean never put
these brick walls up and buried his emotion from the start. But the fact he is
letting Sam in now brings him hope.


“Sammy?” Dean whispers. He is shaking.


Sam knows what he has to do. “Dean, it’s okay. It’s okay to have these
feelings. These dreams. I – I want you and I know you want me. Show me.” Sam
tells Dean with as much reassurance and acceptance as he has.


Dean’s neck and cheeks get even redder at the words. Sam grins that he can make
his brother blush and be shy like a teenage girl. He will never be a girl, far
from it, but pleased to know his brother isn’t hiding his feelings like he
usually would.


“Sam – Sammy. I – I do have these feelings. I – I – I think I always had
feelings for you. I don’t know what to do. But then I had a dream. I – it was
you and me. We were happy. Together.” He looks down and away, clearly gathering
his thoughts, “I – I’ll try.”


“Dean. It’s okay. I’ve always wanted more. And surprisingly, this hunt helped
us see it.” Sam’s words are confident, even though he is nervous about his
brother’s reaction. 


Sam notices Dean has his hands out of his pockets and is reaching for Sam’s
coat pockets. Something to hold on to, he guesses. Sam can see the anxious look
on Dean’s face, and he leans forward and their lips touch in a chaste kiss.
Dean’s hands grip his brother’s coat pockets for leverage and to ground him.


Sam breaks the chaste kiss and takes a breath as Dean pushes forward and claims
Sam in a heated kiss. Sam wraps his arms around his shoulders and cards his
fingers through Dean’s short hair. A soft moan escapes Dean’s throat and it
vibrates against Sam’s mouth. A shiver passes through him at finally being able
to taste his brother.


Dean breaks the kiss by leaning his forehead against Sam’s. A small smile
crosses his face when he hears Dean’s raspy voice call him, “Sammy.”


It’s an answer to both of their dreams and prayers. Dean is finally taking what
he wants and deserves in life, and it’s overwhelming for both of them. Sam put
Dean in charge when he said show me, and he is quite fine with it. 


Until actually Sam pulls Dean in for a kiss full of hunger and need, and then
there is teeth crashing and tongue clashing for dominance. Sam can’t be sure
who wants it more, him or Dean, although Sam has the upper hand as Dean shivers
and moans, leaning against his tall frame.


Sam walks them back towards the door and they fall heavy against it. They break
their kiss at the impact and suck in air before Dean can snake his hands around
his brother’s waist to close the distance. Sam yelps in surprise before
grinning wide at the eagerness inside of Dean. 


The need and want so powerful to and it’s being with Sam that makes it all that
more meaningful.


Dean grabs a fist full of his shirt and pulls Sam against his body before he
attacks Sam’s mouth. Sam’s hands roam over his brother’s chest, shoulders, and
arms. He can feel the flex of muscles beneath the soft flannel shirt and worn
fitted denims.


Sam’s hands move lower and lower until he reaches Dean’s ass. He palms the soft
globes, before holding each cheek in his hands and then he squeezes. Dean
throws his head back and it cracks against the door behind him. He whimpers and
moans in pure pleasure at Sam’s ministrations.


He sucks at Dean’s collarbone, even as he lets his hands drift lower. Once
Sam’s hands are in position he grabs Dean’s thighs and lefts him up the wall.
Dean’s eyes go wide, a flush rises on his cheeks, even as he wraps his bowlegs
around Sam’s waist. He holds on for dear life because this is getting serious.


Dean sees Sam’s expression and hastens to reassure him. “Sammy. I’m okay. This
– I never done this before. Please, Sam.” Dean tells him almost begging with
want. A want Sam has never witnessed before in his brother. It’s nice to see
for a change.


“Dean. I know. It’s okay. I – I’ve never done this either. But I’ve got you.”
Sam soothes Dean as he presses their bodies tight against the wall, supporting
Dean with his body so he can release his hands. He grabs Dean’s face in his
hands and locks their eyes. Sam uses this time to show Dean how much he cares,
wants, needs, and loves his brother.


Dean nods his head in agreement, smiles shyly and kisses him chastely in
acknowledgement of what is happening between them.


And that’s it for the innocence. Dean grinds his hips down against Sam and a
deep, guttural moan escapes him. Sam is overwhelmed. The heat and love he feels
for Dean is so strong he can’t stand it. Sam pulls Dean in for a heated kiss
and easily gains dominance. He grins as he pushes his hips against Dean and
feels him wiggling in pure ecstasy.


Each time Sam grinds up, Dean pushes down, it’s a steady rhythm so they don’t
lose their balance in their precarious position against the wall. Dean tongue
fucks Sam to the speed of their thrusts as his breathing begins to speed up
before Sam breaks the kiss, and places butterfly kisses along Dean’s jaw and
neck working his way towards his collarbone. 


Their thrusts increase as they seek release, wanting to please each other in a
manner that speaks volumes in the heat of passion. Dean begins to writhe and
wriggle as a slight “O” forms his lips. Sam knows he’s close.


Sam thrusts and pushes his hips as hard as he can against Dean and then Dean is
coming and shouting, “Sammy – Sammy!”


He grinds his hips against Dean to help him ride out his orgasm all the while
pushing towards his own release. It overtakes him and then Sam is the one
shouting, “Dean!” as he collapses against his brother.


Sam leans against Dean and presses them tight to the wall to keep their
balance. Now would not be a good time to fall. Resting his forehead on Dean’s,
Sam gazes at Dean’s soft smile upon his lips before he kisses them softly.


He needs to know what is going on in his brother’s head. Wants to know if this
was enough for him to understand Sam’s love for him. 


“Dean? Dean, look at me. You okay? Are we okay? I want this with you Dean. I
love you.” Sam whispers nervously, gazing into his brother’s eyes.


“Sammy. Sammy, I’m okay. We – We are okay. I – I want this too, Sam. God help
me I do. I – I – I love you.” Dean says. The vulnerability shining off his
brother hits him in waves and radiates through his body.


The feelings and emotions pouring out of Dean is beautiful. Sam can almost
touch them. It’s a side of his brother he wants to see all the time. He wants
Dean to know it is okay to have emotions and to express them to others without
feeling out of place.


He knows it’s a long road ahead, that it’s a journey they will be on for a life
time.
Chapter End Notes
     Author Notes:
     This story is written for this year’s spn_j2_bigbang challenge. This
     is the second time I have participated in this challenge.
     I want to take the time to thank my wonderful artist, apocalipskiss,
     for the beautiful crafted black and white pieces of art! It captures
     the story beautifully and the boys connection perfectly. I am honored
     to have worked with apocalipskiss and to bring her prompt to life.
     Thank you for the prompt and letting me create a masterpiece for it.
     Leave some love for my artist <3
     Thank you to my wonderful beta reader majestic_duxk for your offer to
     be my beta. Thank you for your kind words, encouragement, hand
     holding, and shoulder to lean on through this process. This story
     came together through the love, support, help, and guidance from
     you!! I owe this story to you, my dear, thank you again for helping
     me and being an amazing and wonderful friend!! Any remaining errors
     are my fault.
     Thank you to caetylou for your offer to be my beta too. Thank you for
     your kind words, encouragement, and thoughts about my story. Thank
     you for your suggestions in re-wording my sentences and expanding in
     certain areas. Thank you for the suggestion on the book for emotions,
     I bought it and I’m waiting for it to come in the mail. I am honored
     to have met you and for all your support and help in making my story
     more cohesive.
     Thank you to my alpha reader deanshot for taking the time to read
     over my story and encourage me to keep going and pushing through
     until the end. For taking the time to support and offer advice over
     my fears, worries, and struggles of participating in the challenge.
     I want to thank: skeletncloset – cillab42 – dragonflybeach –
     sylvanwitch – majestic_duxk – apocalipskiss – for helping me
     brainstorm ideas and thoughts I had for different scenes. It helped
     my process of where I wanted the characters to go. Thank you for
     being my cheerleaders!!
     Thank you to wendy for letting me participate in her challenge on her
     community spn_j2_bigbang. Thank you for being a wonderful mod and
     doing all that you do behind the scenes to make this challenge a huge
     success every year!!!
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