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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Supernatural
  Relationship:
      Dean_Winchester/Sam_Winchester, Weecest_Relationship/Wincest_Relationship
  Character:
      John_Winchester
  Additional Tags:
      John_Winchester's_A+_Parenting, First_Time, Slow_Build, Dean_is_Eighteen
      Years_Old, Top_Dean, Explicit_Sexual_Content
  Series:
      Part 1 of Waynoka
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-09-20 Completed: 2015-09-26 Chapters: 9/9 Words: 22420
****** Waynoka ******
by partybutter
Summary
     John, Sam and Dean stop in a small town in Oklahoma and the boys are
     left trying to figure things out for themselves. In the search for
     what normal is, the boys end up finding each other and realize maybe
     things aren't all that bad.
Notes
     I do not own anything but this little fic and I'm making no money off
     of this.
     This is the first fic I've ever written.
     Please be gentle.
See the end of the work for more notes
***** Chapter 1 *****
The Oklahoma town they rolled into a few nights ago was quiet and sleepy, even
during the busy part of the day. The first thing they noticed was the immense
heat. It had been in the upper nineties every day since they'd been in Waynoka,
Oklahoma.
It was June and Dean was supposed to have graduated high-school last month but
the school said that he hadn't had enough credits in certain studies there.
They had moved he didn't know how many times since the beginning of his senior
year. It was no wonder they couldn't keep track of what he'd taken and what he
hadn't.
Dean had already turned 18 and refused to go to school another year and decided
he'd just get his GED at some point. His brother seemed disappointed in his
decision but said nothing either way. Sam was going to start his Sophomore year
this August and who knew what town they'd be in two months from now.
Dean cooks dinner for him and Sam, and extra just in case John came back and
was hungry. He was out 'researching' at the nearest bar. It made Dean grit his
teeth to see John drink away all the money they'd hustled along the way here.
It seemed the guy couldn't, or wouldn't, think about where Dean would find the
money for the groceries for their meals. But as 'the good son and soldier',
Dean never said a word. He'd make it work.
Sam was in the kitchen cleaning up after the meal Dean made. It was always like
that with them. Dean cooked, Sam cleaned. Their dad's friend, Jerry, had
allowed them to occupy his home while he was out.
Jerry was all the way up in West Virginia on a case and had been for some time,
so it worked out that John and the boys would stop by there and give it a
little attention. The first thing Dean had done after unloading the Impala was
go through the fridge and toss out every molded and rotten thing he found in
there that Jerry had left behind unthinkingly.
The house had two bedrooms, well, three really, but the third one couldn't be
considered a room, more like a giant messy filing cabinet. It was filled with
all kinds of things but mostly papers and books. Every surface was covered and
papers were stacked from floor to ceiling. Only one narrow path parted the sea
of papers and wove into the room. Dean had taken one look in there and deemed
it uninhabitable and shut the door, warning the rest of them against the
dangers of an avalanche if they dared enter.
The house had no central heat and air to protect the inhabitants from the hot
Oklahoma summer, which Dean found ridiculously stupid, 'This is a place that
really NEEDS HVAC!' Dean had said to his brother. He didn't know how Jerry
could stand it here.
Only two window units were in the house. One was in the big bedroom and one in
the living room. The first night they had all split up, John slept on the couch
in the living room and Sam slept in the smaller bedroom, Dean in the larger
room. Dean and John checked on Sam in the morning when they woke up before the
sun and found the poor boy sprawled out on the bed in nothing but his underwear
panting and sweating from the oppressive heat in the room even though the door
had been wide open all night. The boy's long hair was sticking to his forehead
and the bed was soaked when Dean roused Sam out of his baking sleep and told
him to go take a cool shower.
“Dad, he can't sleep in there.” Dean said carefully as he looked up under his
lashes at his father who was seated in the living room drinking coffee with his
feet propped up on the coffee table.
“Sure he can, he did it last night, didn't he?” John didn't even look away from
the TV screen as he replied to his son.
“Now you and I both know you wouldn't sleep in there, so don't make Sam.” Dean
said pleadingly as he turned his eyes back to the eggs he was cooking and began
flipping them over.
John's eyebrows crept up his forehead as he took his feet from the counter and
sat forward, turning to look at Dean.
Dean could tell that John was holding himself back from giving Dean a lashing
about telling him what to do, but John said nothing, he just continued to stare
at Dean until his son looked up at him warily.
“What exactly are you suggesting?” John asks him quietly, Dean could barely
hear him over the sound of the eggs sizzling in the pan.
Dean pursed his lips a little and carefully lifted the eggs out of the pan with
a spatula and put them on a plate with some toast. “I'm just saying we should
let Sam have a choice and not force him to sleep in that unbearable heat that
even you and I wouldn't sleep in.”
Dean plopped a fork onto the plate and carried it and a jar of picante sauce to
John and set it before him. John's eyes watched him all the way but they
softened when he got an eyeful of the food. It seemed to placate him a bit, and
Dean knew it would.
“Yeah, okay.” John said, leaning over to pick up the plate and begin eating.
Dean turned away and headed back for the kitchen, effectively hiding the smile
that came from getting a request granted by his dad.
“I wonder where he'll choose to sleep...” John murmured sarcastically right
before poking a forkful of egg into his mouth. He was back to watching TV now,
completely ignoring Dean. Dean heard it, but was unaffected by it. John had
always been overly sensitive about Sam wanting to sleep with Dean. From a young
age John had always made them sleep together for safety reasons and space
restrictions. It was no surprise that Sam would want to continue sleeping with
Dean when he got older. He'd been doing it since before he was even a year old.
It wasn't just Sam that had gotten used to it, Dean had also. It was hard to
relax and nearly impossible to sleep when his brother wasn't beside him. He had
the compulsive need to know Sam was where he should be and safe and sound, and
when he didn't have that, Dean would toss and turn all night, often getting up
to look in on Sam to make sure he was still there.
Dean had already made all of their breakfasts and Sam was cleaning up the
kitchen when John's phone rang. He took one look at the front of the flip phone
and glanced at his boys and walked out the front door, the screen door slamming
sharply as they heard him say 'hello'. Dean raised his eyebrows at his dad's
odd reaction to whoever was calling him and he went to shut the heavy front
door, the cool air they'd amassed was precious to them and he didn't want it
escaping.
Sam and Dean were sitting on the couch together watching horrible TV when John
finally came back inside. “Gotta go. Got a call for a hunt.” he said. Sam
snorted, 'Real descriptive...' he thought to himself with a half-assed eye roll
that Dean caught but thankfully John missed. Dean stood up from the couch,
“Alright. I'll start packin' up.”
John held out a hand, effectively stopping Dean in his tracks, leaving his
older son with a confused look. “I'll be going this one alone.” John explains.
He seems to bite at his cheek as he walks over to the kitchen table, dropping
money onto the wood from his wallet. “Looks like I've only got three hundred
dollars... This is all I can spare you.” John drops a one-hundred dollar bill,
two twenties and two fives.
Dean's jaw slackens as he sees John leaving them only one-hundred and fifty
dollars. “Well... how long will you be gone?” he asks, his green eyes snapping
up and searching John's face. That much money would only sustain them for a
very short amount of time.
“Sorry son... It'll be a month at the very least.” And without a look to Dean
he drops a business card on top of the bills and stalks off into the living
room to gather and pack his things.
Dean picks up the card that has a basic graphic of a red car on it that reads,
'Roy's Muffler'. He slaps it back down onto the table and tightens his jaw as
he stares at John packing up. He knew instantly what that meant. John had gone
out a few days ago before one of his drinking binges and he must have scouted
the area. It was likely that he knew they'd be here for a while if he was
searching for a place for Dean to go work.
This idea made Dean curious and suspicious of his father. He shot a glance over
at Sam when John left the living room for the bathroom down the hallway. Sam
looked back at him and quirked his mouth, there was nothing they could do about
it and they both knew it. “Great... stuck in this hot, sandy town with one-
hundred and fifty bucks...” Dean growled to Sam, but mostly to himself.
Sam looks back to the coffee table and leans over, picking up their dad's
cellphone. Dean glances down the hallway as he hurries over to Sam when he sees
what he's picked up. He instantly snatches it from Sam's offering hand and
flips it open, scanning to his call list. His eyebrows furrow, “Adam...?” Dean
doesn't recognize the name. He checks the time stamp to make sure that was the
correct call, it was. Dean didn't know any of John's hunter friends that were
named Adam. At the sound of the door opening he quickly and silently put the
phone back down where it was.
John looks at Dean and then Sam as he slings the duffel over his shoulder. Dean
was in the kitchen packing him a few non-perishable foods. The corner of John's
mouth turned up in a small smile for half a second and then he wiped it away
before it could be noticed.
“Dad... why can't I come with you?” Dean asks as he turns to John and hands off
the bag of food.
John looked like he was really hoping that Dean wouldn't start with him about
this, and was let down when Dean spoke. “Dean... You need to stay here to look
after your brother. It isn't a dangerous job but it is far away and we just got
here. It's a nice place, you shouldn't be so eager to leave. Just relax for a
while, this is summer break after all.”
At Dean's hard expression John sighs, “Listen son... I gotta go. Now... you
stay here and look after Sammy-” “Sam....” Sam corrected in an exasperated
voice. John barely paused, acting like he didn't even hear his younger son.
“I'm sure you'll be able to find a car. You're a resourceful kid.” John claps a
hand hard on Dean's shoulder and gives him a crooked smile.
“Later Sammy.” John says, patting the boy on the head as he walks by him and
out the door without another look back. They both sat in silence as they heard
the heavy Impala door shut and the loud familiar engine roar to life. Sam was
looking over at Dean who was watching out the front window as the black car
pulled out of their long gravel driveway onto the hardtop and roar away.
Dean relaxed once the car couldn't be heard anymore. He leans against the
counter-top and runs both hands over his face, one leg bent against the
cabinet. He sighs heavily and plants his hands hard at his hips, staring at
Sam. “Well Sam... it's just you and me again. Guess I'll make my way into town
and look for a job and a car.” He pushes himself off the counter and goes to
the kitchen table, lifting the card for Roy's Muffler and reading the number.
He huffs a humorless laugh and tosses the card back down.
“It'll be alright Dean... I'll find a job too.” Sam says, standing up off the
couch and approaching his brother, standing a few feet away. “No, Sammy, you
won't. You're only 14.” Dean answered a little rougher than he intended. The
apologetic face Dean gave to his brother immediately following the harsh words
made Sam smile a little and Dean knew Sam accepted his unspoken apology.
Dean reaches out a hand and ruffles Sam's hair then takes the card and the
money and puts it in his wallet. “See you in a bit, don't geek out too hard and
hurt yourself while I'm out.” he says with a teasing grin, earning him a punch
in the arm before he leaves the house to walk to town.
***** Chapter 2 *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Sam was sitting in the public library fiddling with his pen as he stared off
into space, a hand propped under his chin as he let his mind wander from the
book spread open before him.
He had been quite the regular here for the past two weeks. The librarian,
Paula, was a plump middle aged woman with a big warm smile and a soft, kind
voice. She knew Sam by name and lit up whenever she saw him round the corner of
the old brick building through the large window panes out front.
Sam was thinking about Dean's new job at the muffler shop. It seemed this town
had quite a lot of activity in terms of riding dune-buggies in the sand dunes
the locals called the 'Little Sahara'. All of the dune-buggies had to be
repaired somewhere so there were quite a few shops around. Roy's Muffler, the
shop Dean worked at, also worked on regular vehicles and that's what Dean was
good at. Sam knew Dean was learning how to fix the buggies with the help of a
co-worker but he preferred to work on what he knew.
Sam was startled out of his thoughts when Paula came around the corner of the
big wooden desk he was sitting at. “Oh! I didn't mean to startle you, Sam.” she
said in that quiet voice of hers.
“No! No, you're fine. I was just out of it I guess.” Sam explained as he sat up
straight, stretching his back as he gave her a smile.
“I came to tell you that your brother is out front.” Paula said as she pointed
meekly towards the front of the library. “He seems to be waiting on you. I'll
put these books away for you. Unless you'd like to take them home of course.”
Sam shook his head as he stood up, “It's okay, I'll probably be back tomorrow
anyway.” He reached down to start picking up the books when she held a hand
out, “You go on ahead, I can't always let you do my job for me.” She gave a
little womanly chuckle and shooed him out towards the door.
“See you later Ms. Paula.” Sam said to her with a smile and a wave, his little
dimples causing her cheeks to color pink. 'He is one adorable and kind little
boy.' She thought to herself as she turned and went back to work.
Sam stepped into the car Dean had been given by Roy, the shop's owner, to drive
while he worked for him. Dean had fixed it up a bit as Roy had just left it out
in his backyard for a couple decades untouched. It was a half brown, half rust
1972 Chevrolet Vega, complete with all of the original interior. Dean had used
a gratuitous amount of silver duct tape to tape the gashes in the seat cushions
that nearly covered every inch of the old leather. But the car ran, and it was
theirs... for now.
Dean looked over at Sam and smiled, “You know what today is, don't cha?” Sam
had just shut the heavy door behind himself. He looks at Dean, noticing this
was the happiest Dean had looked since before dad left on his mystery hunt in
the unknown. His darkened jade eyes were reflecting the smile on his lips, a
few tiny crinkles at the edge of his eyes.
“Uh... Friday?” Sam responds with a grimacing smile. He didn't want to put a
wet blanket over Dean's happiness by saying the wrong thing. Fortunately, Dean
wasn't put off by his response, “Yes it is, little brother. Which means today
is pay day...” he drawls out, nodding his head and biting his lower lip. “Aw
yeah brother, lets splurge.” Dean put the Vega into gear and began pulling away
before lifting a hand hurriedly, “And before you can even start--! It's fine,
Sammy. Yes, I'm sure.”
Sam gives him a mini bitch-face but smiles through it because he was indeed
going to ask Dean if it was really okay to go spending the money Dean had
worked hard all week to earn. It seemed his brother knew Sam as well as Sam
knew him.
As they drove through town Dean caught a glimpse of the Harvey House and
grimaced, “That damn thing still gives me the creeps...” he said with an
exaggerated shudder and groan.
The first time they'd come across it Dean had cringed, 'Well, that's a haunted
building if I've ever seen one.' Dean had shaken his head and looked to Sam who
was staring at the building with a smile, which made Dean's eyebrow raise.
'Uh... Sammy? Are you smiling at that building?' he had asked. Sam only looked
at Dean with a bitch-face like he couldn't believe Dean was so stupid. 'Dean...
that's a Harvey House.' he had said like it was supposed to explain everything.
Dean only nodded, 'Uh-huh... yeah... one of those...' and Sam, much to Dean's
chagrin, began explaining the history behind them with an excited tone.
Dean shook his head from the memory, not wanting to hear all of the 'blah-blah-
blah' that came out of Sam's mouth for at least an hour after that. He couldn't
get the kid to shut up about it until he had given all the information he had
on it to Dean.
“Yeah... it looks a little run-down now, but in it's day it was an awesome
place to be.” Sam said, staring at it as they drove by.
“Yeah, yeah, I remember.” Dean pulled into a parking spot at the front of a
convenience store that doubled as the grocery store. “Come on Sammy.”
Inside they wandered around the grocery isles and argued over what they'd eat
for dinner. Dean wanted big juicy steaks but Sam wouldn't eat that and he
argued that it was too expensive. Sam wanted a nice full salad but Dean refused
to eat salad as a meal, claiming that he'd become a rabbit if he did.
“This is why you're so lanky! Eating all of that rabbit food. We need to get
some red meat in ya Sammy my boy.” Dean poked fun at Sam, earning him a bitch-
face and a punch to the arm that left Dean grinning.
The boys eventually decided on a chicken broccoli casserole, that way they
could each be happy with dinner. Sam picked out frozen broccoli florets as Dean
picked out refrigerated chicken breasts that he deemed worthy. They picked out
the rest of the ingredients as they came to Dean. He was the cook of the house
after all, a rather good one too.
It was just after dark by the time they'd finished cleaning up the meal Sam
helped Dean prepare. Sam had washed all of the dishes while Dean put up the
leftovers and opened the box of pie he'd bought. “You want some Sam?” Dean
asked as he cut himself a slice. “No, thanks.” Sam responds, drying off the
last of the dishes. He put the casserole dish in the sink to soak and poured
himself a glass of milk, walking to the living-room to watch the TV.
Dean plopped down next to him after a moment, eating his lemon chess pie
happily. “You've gotta taste this pie Sam, it's amaaaazing!” Dean cries,
tilting his head back, making obscene noises at just how delicious his pie was.
Sam gave him a look and laughed at him, shaking his head, “You're a pie junkie,
for real.”
“Hey, is that milk?” Dean asks as he puts his now empty plate down on the
coffee table. “No, Dean, it's actually a glass of poison.” Sam responds
sarcastically, rolling his eyes. Dean was already reaching for the glass before
Sam could even finish his quip.
Dean leans back with the glass and slurps half of it down then hands it off to
Sam. “Dude!” Sam says as Dean allows a milk to run down the side of the glass
where he'd drank from. Dean looks back at Sam with a questioning look on his
face, “What?”
Dean stops short and his face contorts, his eyebrows now raised as he stares at
his little brother who was now licking up the side of the glass to catch the
milk droplet before it dripped off. Sam was not aware that Dean was watching
him, he just had to catch that droplet. It was one of those things for Sam, to
not leave the mouth of a drink dripping with fluid. He always slurped the top
of his cola cans after a drink to prevent that very thing from happening. Same
with drinking from glasses, he was careful about the way he drank, always had
been.
Dean shook his head and looked away hurriedly when Sam looked at him, “You're
OCD bro...” Dean murmured. He was watching the TV with wide eyes, but he wasn't
actually watching it. That little display had been a little more erotic than it
should have been. Especially since Sam was his LITTLE BROTHER. It was too late,
the act and thought was done and it couldn't be undone. Not unless he knew
someone with brain bleach.
Sam quirked an eyebrow at Dean's now awkward zoning out. “Oookay...” he says
quietly, looking back at the TV and drinking the rest of his milk. They both
weren't really watching whatever was on, the laugh-reel of the show was a
distant hum in the backgrounds of their minds.
That night Dean is having a wonderful dream about a girl he'd met a few towns
back. She had been older than him and confident in what she wanted in bed. He
knew he was dreaming because of how they were in bed now, her riding him,
giving herself exactly what she wanted, how she wanted it and just moments
before this he was sitting at a bar in the Harvey House here in Waynoka which
was at least a thousand miles away from the girl he was with now.
He was getting close with her, his hands gripped tight at the pillow above his
head just like she'd asked him to do. She said she liked the way his muscles
looked in that position. He was watching her breasts and where their bodies
joined, panting hard, getting closer and closer when suddenly there was a
click.
His eyes snapped open, wrenching him from the dream rather violently. His heart
was beating hard and fast and his attention was on listening to the sounds of
the house, his erection tenting his boxer-briefs completely unnoticed.
He leveled his breathing and listened intently for further noises, perhaps it
had all been in his head. He began to think that was it until he noticed that
his brother was tense beside him. Sam and Dean had been sleeping together since
the night John left them. The bed in the big bedroom with the window unit was
big enough for the both of them, but it was just a queen-size.
Sam slowly inched closer to Dean, staying silent as he reached out and put a
hand on Dean's chest, nudging him a little to let him know that Sam had indeed
heard something. Sam's lean leg brushed against the hairs on Dean's leg as he
pressed closer. He was reverting back to his younger days when he had gotten
closer to Dean just to feel safe whenever something strange happened.
Dean sat straight up as another noise was heard and Sam's hand slipped down his
T-shirted chest and into his lap. Sam felt Dean's semi-erection and jerked his
hand back as if he'd been burned, his eyes wide in the darkness, his thoughts
no longer on the sounds in the house.
Dean was already swinging his legs over the side of the bed, the pads of his
feet touching the wood silently. He was unaware of the touch to his cock as the
second noise had caused him to sit up. He didn't feel it or notice it, he was
in hunter mode now. His fingers had wrapped around his favorite gun sitting
atop the bedside table and he lifted it, gripping it with both hands as he
started walking towards the door. He only held up one hand at Sam, palm out,
before he opened the door and slipped out, silent as a shadow.
Sam knew what was expected of him, he didn't need Dean's reminder telling him
to stay put. He sat up on the bed and listened intently, his heart beating fast
not only because of the moment, but also because he'd felt Dean's cock. The
memory caused his face to flush red hot.
He was shaken from his reverie when he heard a sudden surprised and horrified
scream from a man that wasn't Dean, immediately followed by the sound of a dull
thwack that he instantly knew to be a pistol whip. A heavy loud thump told Sam
that Dean had taken care of it.
“Sam, get the rope.” Dean calls out from the living-room Sam jumps off of the
bed and springs into action.
An hour had passed since then. Dean had pulled the unconscious man into the
shed out back and stuffed him into a chair and Sam tied him up good, just like
dad had taught them. Dean had then proceeded to put the invader through every
test they knew to put him through.
The man woke up with salt and holy water all over him and tied to a chair and
he began to panic. “Oh, fuck, man! What the hell is going on?!” the guy started
crying as he looked down at himself, struggling. He looked up at Dean with
wide, fearful eyes as Dean pushed himself off the wall, coming out of the
shadowy area.
“Took you long enough to wake up.” Dean was using his hunter voice now. “Now,
why don't you tell me who you are and what you're doing here.” He had his eyes
narrowed and his voice was deep and grave, letting the guy knew Dean meant
business. His tone left no room for argument or bullshitting.
“I'm just a guy that-” Dean cut him off with a sharp barking demand, “Name!” It
caused the guy to jump in his seat and quiver with fear, looking around the
room he spotted Sam who was in the back, watching from afar.
“Eyes on me, if you want to keep them.” Dean all but growled, taking a quick
step forward, causing the man to jolt again. “My name is Bill!” he answered
quickly, looking Dean square in the eye, not daring to look anywhere else.
“Okay Bill.” Dean spit his name out like it was the foulest thing he'd ever
heard. “What do you want from us. Why are you here?”
“I'm... I was... I...” Dean slammed his fist against a metal table, causing the
items on it to jump, making a very loud racket. “Spit it out!” he yelled.
“I was trying to rob you! I've been robbing the houses on the outskirts of
town, please let me go, don't kill me. Please call the police!” Bill whimpered
pleadingly to Dean, he was full on crying now, tears wet his cheeks all the way
down to his neck and snot running down over his mouth and onto his chin.
“You were trying to rob me?” Dean asked, glaring hard at the guy, pointing at
the guy and himself respectively. Bill was shaking his head and was clearly
looking for any words to say, “I'm so sorry... I didn't know anyone was home.
I'll never do it again, I promise. Please don't kill me!”
Dean seemed to get tickled then and he began to laugh loudly which caused Bill
to look impossibly more terrified and from the smell drifting through the room,
it seemed Bill had wet himself.
In the end, Dean had taken thirty dollars out of Bill's jacket pocket and made
him promise to return all of the things he'd stolen from all of the houses
around here and in return Bill got to keep his life. The man had been eternally
grateful as he walked across the yard, hiccuping and crying as he left the
house in a hurried gait in his soiled pants.
Dean comes back inside after watching Bill until he was out of sight. “I don't
think he'll be coming back again.” Dean says as he sits down at the kitchen
table, watching Sam stand at the coffee pot unmoving. He perks a brow and tilts
his head, “Sammy?”
Sam was staring at the coffee pot, he had already set it up and it was
beginning to brew. He had done it all zoned out, his body doing it out of
memory, not thinking about it at all. The only thing Sam could think about was
the feeling of Dean's cock. It had been warm and firm to the touch, Sam could
still feel it against his palm and he curled the hand at his side, his
fingertips stroking his palm. He wanted to tighten his hand around it and-
- “Sammy!”
Sam looked up quickly and jumped to the side to see Dean standing right next to
him, giving him an odd look. “Hey... you alright?” he asks, reaching out and
laying a warm, large and calloused hand on Sam's shoulder.
“Uh.. Yeah, no, yeah I'm fine.” Sam had gotten a chub in his pants and his face
was hot and red.
“I dunno Sam you look a bit red. You got a fever?” Dean asks, putting his warm
hand on Sam's warmer forehead and then his cheeks.
Sam shakes him off and laughs awkwardly, “Yeah, Dean, I'm alright. Just a
little shaken up.”
Dean watches as Sam walks to the kitchen table and sits down, “Don't worry,
kiddo, he won't be coming back.” Dean reassures, his voice taking on a calming
tone. Sam had to resist the urge to tell him that it wasn't the guy that was
causing his fluttering stomach. Sam could tell that Dean had no memory of Sam's
hand falling onto his cock, and if he did he was sure hiding it well.
Dean pours their coffee and they sit in the living-room on the couch together.
They both knew there was no way they were going to sleep after all that had
happened. They were both pumped with too much adrenaline. So they watch TV
silence. It was mostly infomercials and soap opera re-runs, but what could you
expect at 3:30 in the morning.
Chapter End Notes
     Breaking and entering is bad m'kay? Especially if it happens to be
     Sam and Dean Winchester you're intruding upon!
     Comments more than welcome!
***** Chapter 3 *****
It was 6 o'clock in the morning when Dean had started their breakfast. They'd
been awake almost all night after that unfortunate soul broke into their house.
Dean smirked a little as he thought about it, referring to the place as 'their
house' in his mind. He knew it was a bad idea to let himself go like that, but
he could stand to give in every once in a while, couldn't he?
Sam had been balled up in the corner of the couch all morning, staring at the
TV in a daze. Dean had asked him what was going on with him, but the kid
wouldn't talk about it. He knew by now that if Sam wanted to be stubborn he
could do it well.
“Milk with your eggs and toast?” Dean asks, gently shimmying his spatula under
the toast to lift it out. He had cut a hole in the middle of the bread and
cracked an egg into it, it was something he'd learned to do a long time ago. He
eased it onto the plate with the other one he'd already made and got the milk
out of the fridge after hearing Sam's eager 'M'hm!'.
They ate their breakfast in relative silence, staring at the TV again. They
were actually watching it now that it was a movie they both liked. It was 'Back
to the Future' and Dean always laughed at the exact same scenes, even quoting
it in others.
Hours later Dean was still humming and singing 'Back in Time' by Huey Lewis and
the News.
The day had gone by quickly and yet slowly at the same time. Just when Sam
would wake up from his cat nap on the couch next to Dean, his older brother
would begin nodding off himself.
But it had finally become late enough to go to sleep and they found themselves
in bed together, both sprawled out, letting the air unit pump cool into the
room. The sound of it running was so familiar from all the motels that it might
as well have been silent.
Dean was on his back, his arms above his head, hands tucked under his head.
There was a scant inch between the two brothers and Dean could feel the heat
beating off of Sam's back onto his side. It was hot, sure, but after what had
happened just last night he wasn't going to tell Sam to back off.
He was almost asleep when Sam rolled over, his bony elbows scraping down Dean's
ribcage as the kid nearly rolled over him. Sam stilled when he was half lying
on Dean's body. A leg was bent over Dean's thigh and Sam's uncomfortably warm
body was pressed all against his side, his arm over Dean's chest.
He could feel Sam's fingers minutely twitch within the hairs on his chest and
the hot breath waving over his shoulder and down across his neck. It was hot,
but it was Sam and Dean couldn't bring himself to push him away.
“Dean...” Sam whispered, his fingertips twitching again and Sam's breath caught
in his throat. Dean was close to drifting off. He could feel his breathing
begin to even out and get deeper but he was still aware of his little brother
shivering on his chest. He lifts his arm and puts it on Sam's back, his fingers
splayed out and his thumb stroking over the bump of ribs he felt there.
“Shh... it's okay Sammy...” Dean murmured as he turned his head, his mouth next
to Sam's super soft girly hair.
The last thing he noticed before he fell into a deep and comfortable sleep was
Sam turning his face into Dean's body more, his lips barely touching his flesh
as Sam stilled beneath his hand.
Dean is the first to wake that morning, tangled up in his brother's long and
powerful limbs. Sam had pushed himself somehow closer in the night. Fortunately
the window unit had been working at it's best and it would probably have been
too cool if he hadn't had his warm brother around him.
Dean had a full bladder and he was dying for some coffee but he didn't feel
like waking Sam just yet. The boy's contentment was rolling off him in waves
same as his heat and Dean was enjoying it. He was thinking back to the times
Sam would do this when he was just a little boy, far before their father
forbade Sam from sleeping in the same bed with Dean when they had the option of
sleeping in their own area.
“Dean...” he hears Sam say in his sleep just under his breath. Sam tightens his
hold and starts nuzzling his face into Dean's shoulder, inhaling deep and long,
letting out a soft moan that had Dean tensing up, his eyes now opened and
staring straight up at the ceiling.
'Stop thinking about your little brother that way, what is wrong with you?
First you're watching his tongue slide up a glass and now your cock is
twitching at the sound of his moan? C'mon, man, pull yourself together you
sicko!' Dean chides himself internally. He clenches his jaw tight and closes
his eyes, trying to shut out the thoughts.
“Dean...” Sam whispers again, breathy and needy. Dean can feel Sam's hips cant
and press forward, the long heat of Sam's hard cock pressing hot and hard
against Dean's hip. A long whimpering moan shakes out of Sam's throat against
Dean's skin.
Sam was shuddering and his hips were beginning to roll, trying to rub himself
off on Dean's hip again. 'This isn't good... This has to stop.' Dean said to
himself as he gripped Sam's back hard, his fingers pressing hard in-between
Sam's ribs. The action causes Sam to go still and hold his breath. Dean knows
Sam is awake now and he can all but hear Sam's thoughts of 'Oh shit, oh shit!'.
Dean says nothing to Sam, only slowly disentangling from his warm brother. He
puts a hand on Sam's head and ruffles his hair gently, not returning the
searching and worried gaze Sam had trained on him. They weren't going to talk
about it, there was nothing to discuss. 'Sam is a teenage boy, that kind of
shit happens.' he thinks to himself as he relieves himself. 'Yeah, but is it
normal for teenage boys to do that kind of shit while moaning their brother's
name?' the other voice in his head says. Dean shakes his head hard to rid
himself of the thought and inspects his stubbly face in the mirror as he washes
his hands.
Sam makes the coffee as Dean showers and when he hears the water shut off he
waits a few minutes before making his way to the bathroom, watching Dean lather
his face with shaving cream.
It was a secret pleasure of his, to watch Dean shave. Even before the not-so-
brotherly feelings began to bubble up inside of him he remembered sitting and
watching the smooth glides of the razor up Dean's neck and down his cheeks.
Listening to the methodical scrape and tap-tap on the sink basin was soothing
to him.
Now days, watching Dean shave had taken an erotic note. He loved to see Dean's
chin tilted up, the hard line of his jaw and the sloping curve of his throat,
his Adam’s apple jutting out slightly. His brother's intense green eyes trained
on the reflection of himself.
It was times like this that Sam became acutely aware of exactly how stunning
Dean was. His beautifully tanned skin unblemished. His light hair lit up on the
ends where the light above the sink illuminated him. From the angle Sam was at
he could even see the hairs of Dean's eyebrows shining healthily.
It was when Sam was admiring Dean's long and curved eyelashes that he noticed
Dean was staring at him through the mirror. It gave him a start and he blinked
rapidly, he hadn't noticed that Dean had stopped shaving and he didn't know for
how long they'd been standing like that. Dean watching Sam watch him.
“Uh...” Sam began oh so eloquently, his face was warm and he could feel the
tips of his ears tingling hot. “I was wondering if-if you'd drop me off at the
library today on your way to work.” Sam manages to blurt out, fidgeting, his
hands going from hanging at his sides to on his hips, then across his chest,
then hanging straight again.
The glint in Dean's eyes told Sam how amusing Dean thought this was. Dean
turned back to shaving and Sam saw Dean's Adam’s apple bob as he spoke, he
nearly missed it. “Yeah, sure thing little brother. You got that coffee made
up?”
Sam made his escape from the bathroom doorway, thoroughly embarrassed with
himself for being caught staring at Dean. He could only imagine what he looked
like while he admired his brother's perfect features. Sam was grateful that
Dean hadn't made fun of him for it, but hey, the day wasn't over yet.
He was done pouring Dean's coffee into a cheap thermos and was gathering his
bag in the living-room when he smelled more than heard Dean enter the kitchen.
Sam's eyes flutter shut and he has to brace himself against the couch with a
hand, his jaw clenched tight. It was the smell of that aftershave... it did
awesome and terrible things to his insides.
“Ready, kiddo?” Dean picked up his thermos and took a sip, groaning
appreciatively as he plucked his keys off the table, heading for the door.
“Don't forget your purse.”
That earned Dean an instant bitch-face, “It's a satchel, Dean. Not a purse.”
Sam grabbed his bag and slung it over his shoulder and barged through the door
Dean was holding open, heading to their borrowed Vega. Dean laughed at him as
he passed and Sam thought Dean seemed pleased this morning, considering the
awkwardness in the bathroom.
The thought that Dean might not have minded his heated gaze made Sam's mind
wander all day at the library. He had a lot of books spread out in front of him
and Ms. Paula was even dropping by and leaving him glasses of iced tea and a
few shortbread cookies on a napkin. He barely had the sense to thank her for
them.
His thoughts had snagged long ago on the vision of Dean's powerful, corded
neck, jaw line, vivid and intense green eyes, the smell of his aftershave...
and the more Sam struggled to stop thinking about it, the more he found himself
ensnared and tangled up, helplessly caught.
***** Chapter 4 *****
Sam lies there in the bed quietly, his back to Dean's back as Dean slept. He
could hear his older brother's deep rhythmic breaths. Sam tilted his head and
nestled his nose into the pillow under his head, the smell of his brother's
hair washing over his senses and kicking his mind into gear.
They had taken their pillows into the living-room earlier that night to watch a
movie marathon. Sam knew exactly what he was doing when he snatched up Dean's
pillow and tucked it under his head with his own. When Dean got back from the
restroom he looked down at the couch, “Hey, pillow thief!” Dean wrestled with
him playfully for the pillow and grabbed Sam's instead, just how Sam planned
it. Dean swatted him with the pillow then sat on the far side of the couch,
leaning against the arm, pulling one foot up to rest on the worn out cushion to
watch the rest of the show.
Even though Dean had taken a shower after work like he always did Sam could
still smell the oil, gasoline and exhaust mingling with the clean smell of soap
and just a touch of aftershave. Under all of those scents was Dean's very own
and that was Sam's favorite, even above the aftershave he loved so much.
He didn't know how long he'd been lying here awake, enjoying Dean's pillow, but
he couldn't sleep. He rolls his lower lip into his mouth and he chews at it as
he reaches down to the front of his shorts. His cock was hard and aching
terribly, the morning sessions in the shower hadn't been enough recently.
He wraps his hand around himself through his boxer-briefs and squeezes up and
down. He knew he shouldn't be doing this with Dean right behind him but he was
fairly certain Dean was asleep. He pushes his fingers down into his underwear
and grips himself tight, giving a few tugs. Sam lets out a shuddering breath as
he slowly strokes up and down his shaft. He didn't have much room because of
the boxer-briefs but it was enough to get his blood pumping even harder.
Dean had been having a hard time sleeping tonight, his thoughts were all over
his brother. He'd been glancing at him during their movie marathon and even
stole Sam's pillow, he didn't think Sam noticed since he never said one way or
the other. They looked the same, after all.
His breaths were deep and slow as he tried to fall asleep, and also to get in
as much of Sam's smell from the pillow as he could with each breath. 'You're
going to hell for this...' the voice in his head reminded him for the umpteenth
time.
Dean had only just started drifting into sleep, letting the tangled web of
sleep fog wrap around him and pull him under when he heard Sam's breathing pick
up and shudder. He cracked his eyes open and stared at the wall in front of
him, his eyes were salty and he was tired.
He was just about to open his mouth to ask if Sam was alright when he felt the
bed shaking slightly, the boy's breath picking up even further. Dean, in his
sleep addled brain decided to turn over and mold himself into Sam's back,
spooning him.
Sam gasps and goes still, his erection flagging as he feels Dean start to move
around. He feels the prick of fear as he's afraid he's been found out and how
he'll explain himself. When Dean does what he would never expect he can't help
but clench his jaw and start touching himself again. When Dean was asleep he
did things like that, so maybe that's what it was.
Sam told himself that as he started stroking faster, his eyes shut and his lips
falling open as he pants, trying to stay quiet so he doesn't wake Dean. He even
slowly presses his hips back against Dean and has to turn his head into the
pillow to muffle the moan that erupts out of him when he feels Dean's cock,
half hard, press into the cleft of his ass. He tries hard not to move into it
too much but can't help but rub back onto it.
Dean is doing all he can not to thrust forward, he forces himself to stay still
and he's growing harder by the second as Sam grinds back against him,
apparently not even caring if Dean's awake or not. He was nearly fully hard and
when Sam pushes back against him he can feel the bump of his cock nestling in-
between Sam's cheeks where Sam grinds back against him.
He hears a sharp breath and feels Sam's asscheeks clench down on him, listening
to the wet sounds where Sam's hand is dragging his own cum across the sensitive
area under his cock head, dragging out his orgasm. “Dean...” Sam lets slip from
his mouth, “Oh... Dean...” he whispers into the pillow, panting softly and ever
so slowly coming down from his high.
The next morning Dean is making Sam breakfast and Sam is babbling on and on
about papers he'd dug up with Paula recently. “We were going through all these
boxes that one of the locals found in their mother's attic after she passed
away and Dean, we found all these old documents about the Harvey House and all
kinds of information no one ever knew about or forgot about, like-” Dean cut
him off with a raise of his hand, “Eat, Sam. It's getting cold.”
Sam nodded and gobbled his eggs down quickly so that he could continue. He
takes a big drink of his milk, finishing it. “Oh and also, I forgot to tell
you!”
Dean's eyes bulge as he looks away from Sam, exasperated with having to hear
more of Sam's nerdy escapades with his new best nerd friend.
Sam continues on, “Ms. Paula grows her own vegetables and stuff and was asking
if we wanted some. She also asked if you'd want to go be a work hand at her
farm cause she's looking for some help. I went ahead and told her no since I
know you'd rather be working on cars than a farm. But yeah, isn't that awesome?
We can eat fresh vegetables! Not frozen or vegetables that were picked who
knows when and shipped from who knows where. Cool, right?”
“Yeah Sam. That's great.” Dean slurped down the rest of his own milk and stood
up, “Hippie.” he says under his breath, not needing to look at Sam to know he
was getting stared at with quite the bitch-face.
Dean let him prattle on and on as much as he wanted, he was grateful that they
weren't having to talk about what happened last night. He was glad Sam thought
he was asleep because that would be one awkward conversation.
The day apart is filled with thoughts of each other. When Dean isn't there to
pick him up from the library Sam calls him, “Hey little brother, sorry, we got
swamped.” Dean says into the phone when he picks up.
“Oh, no problem. See you at home.” Sam can hear through the phone that the shop
is bustling with activity. Dean doesn't say goodbye, he just hangs up the phone
and Sam smiles and adjusts the strap of his satchel on his shoulder and makes
his way down the road towards the house.
Dean finally makes it home hours later, it was dark out by the time the Vega's
headlights flashed through the blinds and announced Dean's arrival. Sam hopped
up off of the couch and went into the kitchen, putting together a few
sandwiches for Dean.
Dean walked in smelling just like the shop. “Honey, I'm home. Hope you weren't
too lonely without me Samantha.” Dean says with a smirk, kicking his boots off
before walking further into the house. He drops the keys off in the same spot
on the table that he always did. “Mmm... such a good housewife.” Dean teased as
he looked over at the ham and cheese sandwich Sam was putting together.
“Shut up, Dean.” Sam groaned, violently smearing mayo over both sides of the
bread.
Dean laughed at Sam and walked down the hallway, “Gonna take a shower.”
“Good. Your BO is rank.” Sam can hear Dean sniffing at himself after the
comment and it makes Sam laugh at his brother.
A few sandwiches and a bag of chips later they are once again on the couch
watching an old black and white movie. Dean has both feet propped up on the
table, his arms spread wide over the back of the couch. The old fan above them
was going full blast and yet both boys were sweating.
Sam had been nodding off for some time now but now he was beginning to slide to
the side towards Dean. Eventually his head dropped into Dean's lap and he slept
like a baby in that super uncomfortable looking position with his arms all
twisted up underneath his torso.
Dean moves a hand to Sam's hair, his fingers sifting through the thick healthy
strands. Sam moans so quiet Dean barely hears it and he twists his arms,
obviously realizing what a terrible position he was in, even in his sleep.
Dean tilts his head back against the couch, his eyes falling shut as he strokes
through his little brother's hair. The fan felt refreshing on his face, cooling
the beads of sweat that collected around his hairline and ran down his temple.
The credits of the movie roll and the deep typical announcer voice tells the
viewers what will be playing next. Dean guessed they had sat like that for
about 15 minutes. He lifts his head and looks down at Sam who was out like a
light, snoring quietly and thankfully not drooling on him.
He lifts Sam's head off of his lap and stands up, “Gah... spoke too soon.” Dean
mumbled, looking at the small spot of drool on his basketball shorts. Dean
walks to the TV and turns it off before stooping over Sam. “C'mon kiddo.” he
says softly, working his arms underneath the boy's neck and behind his knees.
He carries him into the bedroom and places him on the bed, smoothing the hair
out of Sam's sleeping face.
Doing his nightly rounds he checks all the salt lines and the locks on the
doors. He turns off all the lights in the house and shuffles into the bathroom
to relieve himself. He washes his hands and face in the cool water and then
joins Sam in the bed they share.
As Dean's getting into the bed his hand brushes against Sam's back and he's
alarmed when Sam reaches around and catches Dean's wrist in a firm grip and
tugs him. He is once again pressed up against Sam's back, but he understands
the reason for the movement now. Sam has Dean's cool hand pressed against his
chest, his warm body quickly absorbing all the cool from his damp hand.
He makes the best of it and spoons against his brother and holds him tight,
just going with the flow. Dean extends his right arm above his head, his head
resting on it. He bends that arm at the elbow so he can move the hair off of
Sam's neck to help the gusts of the bedroom fan cool him. He leans in and
plants a kiss to the junction of his neck and shoulder. “Night Sammy...” he
whispers against the salty skin and is lulled into a peaceful sleep by Sam's
breathing.
***** Chapter 5 *****
“Later, Dean.” Sam says as he shoves the heavy car door shut and starts walking
up to the library, eager to continue the sorting he and Ms. Paula had been
doing. There was so much history here and it was cool to get to read real
documentation someone had saved.
Sam pulls on the handle to the library but the door doesn't open. “Weird...
she's usually here by now.” Sam turns around and sits on the steps, elbows
resting on his knees as he listens to the sound of the Vega rumble away down
into town.
Sam looks at his watch, he'd been sitting here fiddling around with the books
he brought from home and doodling in a notebook. “Geez... it's been two hours.”
he says to himself, dropping his arm back down to his knee. He puts the books
and notebook back into his satchel and snaps it shut, standing up off of the
stairs.
Dean was underneath a car on his back working on it when he sees someone
walking down the road towards the shop. He does a double-take as he recognizes
those hand-me-down shoes and that gait. He rolls out from under the car and
stands up, wiping the sweat off of his face with the sleeve of his shirt.
“You finally get tired of going through 'super fun memories'?” Dean asks as Sam
gets close enough, giving air quotes with a dirty red rag in his hand. He wipes
his fingers off and tosses the rag onto the nearby table and walks off to the
disgusting fridge the shop had. He opens it up and pulls out two bottles of
water, throwing one at Sam, his eyes narrowed into a glare and lips a tight
line.
“Ms. Paula wasn't there today. I waited but she never showed. I hope she's
alright.” Sam said as he took the cap off and drank his water.
“She probably wanted a break from staring at your geeky face.” Dean polished
off his bottle of water and tossed it into the trash.
“I can't believe they don't have a recycling system...” Sam murmured as he also
threw his bottle away.
“Just when I think you can't become even more strange, you surprise me Sammy.
And let me tell you, you surprise me a lot.”
As Dean's coworkers walk around them Sam goes and sits out of the way, watching
Dean and the other guys work. He often rolled his eyes at their immature
conversation and stupid jokes. 'Yeah... Dean fits right in here.' Sam thinks to
himself, shaking his head.
The next day the doors to the library are shut tight and locked. “What the
hell?!” Sam says, his hands slapping to his sides exasperatedly. He checks his
watch and then sits on the steps and waits barely one hour before he's up and
walking to Dean's workplace.
“Sam..?” Dean says as Sam comes into the small air-conditioned office, looking
disturbed.
“Dean... Paula's not there. Something is wrong, I know it. She wouldn't just
not show up two days in a row.” Sam stares at him pleadingly and Dean looks
down at Roy, the boss, who shrugs.
“Here, call her.” Roy says, opening a screeching desk drawer to throw a torn up
phone book at him, which Sam immediately snatches up and flips through. Without
asking he picks up the shop's phone and holds it to his face as he dials.
He's standing there ring after ring, getting more and more concerned. He pauses
his fidgeting and looks hopeful for a second before he realizes that it's just
the answering machine. He slams the phone back into the cradle and stares at
Dean hard, “We have to go check on her, Dean. She isn't answering!” his voice
was filled with worry.
Roy leaned back in his chair and lit up a cigarette, “Go on.” Dean gave him a
nod, “Thanks Roy.”
Sam and Dean made their way to Paula's house. She lived a little outside of
town and it took thirty minutes to get there from town. Every second that
ticked by notched Sam's worry up further and further.
“Come on Sam, keep your head on straight. It might be nothin'.” he glanced over
at Sam, trying to make him relax, but even he had to admit the whole thing gave
off a weird vibe. “And in case something is wrong, you need to have a clear
head.” That seemed to get Sam to center himself a little, knowing that Dean was
right.
When they pulled up the long gravel road that led to her house the tension in
the boys was high and they were in Hunter Mode the moment they stepped out of
the car. They left the doors open and Sam ran around the house to the front
door, listening for any movement in the large two-story home probably built in
the late nineteen thirties. When he heard none he knocked rapidly on the wood
of the screen door. “Paula?” he called out, the worry in his voice rang out
like a bell.
Dean walked up the steps after Sam, looking over their surroundings. He sees a
truck down at the barn, from looking at it he couldn't tell if it could run or
not. No telling how long it had sat in that exact spot. There was also a little
wash-house back behind the main house.
Sam tried the knob of the door and it turned, opening up with a high whining
creak. “Paula?!” Sam says as he runs inside, looking inside every door he
passed. He took the stairs two at a time and Dean could hear the old boards
groaning under his brother's feet.
As Dean turned he heard a hiccuping sob coming from within a room around the
corner and down the hall. It looked like a staged guest bedroom. He walked
around in the room before seeing that there was a closet door hidden by the
door he'd entered through.
He had to shut it in order to open the closet door, 'Whoever thought this up
was a genius...' he groused to himself as he looked up and pulled the light
string. The dim yellow light illuminated the closet, big coats on sturdy
hangers were stuffed together on the metal bar.
“Paula...?” Dean called, his voice quiet. “You in here?” Dean knelt down and
moved some coats out of the way. There in the corner sat Paula, her knees
pulled up to her chest as best she could. She was sitting and shaking, a hand
clamped across her mouth.
Her hair wasn't hot-rolled as it normally was but hanging slightly wavy that
barely touched her shoulders. The bags under her eyes were puffy and red, her
cheeks freshly wet from the tears that were bubbling up in her gray eyes. She
was in a faded pink nightgown that was pulled over her knees.
“Hey...” he says softly, sitting down on the floor outside of the closet so he
didn't look more imposing. “Remember me? I'm Sammy's brother, Dean.”
Paula's eyes darted frantically behind Dean before looking back to him. She
lowered the hand from her mouth, instantly letting in a deep shuddering breath.
She was opening and closing her mouth like she wanted to speak but she couldn't
make the words come out.
“Take it easy there. Deep breaths.” Dean then started inhaling deep through his
nose and exhaling through his mouth in example. She tried to do what he did but
the hiccuping sobs interrupted every breath.
“You wanna step out and get some fresh air? Sam's out there too, I'm sure he'd
like to see ya. He's been missing you.” Dean was aware that Sam had been
standing out of the room, listening to Dean talk to Paula.
Those words seemed to get to her and she smiled a little and nodded. “Alright,
great.” Dean said, slowly standing up and holding a hand out to her as she
tried to get up. She gripped him tight and Dean pulled her up, a few of the
coats catching on her shoulder. He pushes them off of her and then leads her
slowly out of the closet by her hand.
Once she's out of the closet he leans in and pulls the light string then shuts
the closet door so that he can open the bedroom door, revealing Sam's worry
stricken face. Sam steps back and lets Dean lead the ragged woman through the
doorway.
“Is she here?” Paula whispers, her voice shaking.
The boys look at each other, then back to her. “Who, Paula?” Sam sits with
Paula on the couch and Dean sinks into a chair across from them, a short coffee
table between them. Sam leaned forward and pulled a few tissues out of the box
on the table, handing them to her which she took graciously and dabbed her
eyes.
“There's a girl, she... I think...” her voice drops to barely above a whisper,
her eyes clenching tight, “I think she's a ghost...” her lips form a tight
white line as she looks at Sam and then Dean, expecting them to laugh at her
and leave her there, calling her a crazy old bat.
To her surprise they only look at each other, watching as they seem to have a
silent conversation with each other, something only they understand. Sam looks
back to her, “Is it someone you know?”
Paula shakes her head hurriedly, “N-No... I've never seen her before...
before...” she shakes her head, eyes nervously glancing around the house before
she continued, “I was about to go to bed and when I went to turn the lights off
in the kitchen there she was. She was standing there at the sink staring r-
right at me!”
“Did she try to hurt you?” Sam asked, his expression focused.
Paula shrugged her tired slumped shoulders and exhaled, “I don't know. I was so
afraid I turned to call the police but when I turned around she was standing in
the doorway right behind me! She just- just was suddenly there.”
“What happened after that?” Dean asked carefully. He didn't know her like Sam
did and he wasn't too fond of the idea of scaring the lady even further by
being too gruff with her. She seemed like the soft sort, easy to get her
feelings bruised.
“I closed my eyes and screamed 'go away' and when I opened them again she was
gone. I thought I was going crazy.” she replied, looking to Sam for comfort who
put a hand on her shoulder after plucking a few more tissues out of the box for
her.
“Was that the only time you saw her?”
Paula shook her head, lip quivering as she used the tissue to dry the new tears
at her eyes. “I couldn't sleep so I was reading in my bedroom. I had just taken
my reading glasses off and rubbed my eyes and when I opened them she was
standing at the foot of my bed. I screamed at her, asking what she wanted from
me but she just stood there pointing at me. When I finally hid in the closet I
didn't see her again.”
She bent over a little and cried into her hands, “I'm so scared that I'll turn
around any second and see her again. Am I crazy?” she manages to ask wetly
through her sobbing.
“No, you're not crazy. We believe you.” Sam had a hand on her back, patting.
“Mind if I make some coffee?” Dean asks her as he stood up from the robin's egg
blue chair.
“Go ahead.” she looked to Sam, “I'm so embarrassed by my appearance. I'd like
to go change into something more appropriate. You'll stay, won't you?” Sam nods
immediately, “Of course. I'll be here.” He gives her that dimpled smile of his
and it makes her smile, just a little.
Once she's padded off through the house to her bedroom Sam walks into the
kitchen and leans against the counter where Dean's setting up the coffee pot.
“I'm willin' to bet this is cause of all that Harvey House crap y’all dug up.”
Dean says as he spins around and crosses his arms over his chest, staring at
Sam.
Sam visibly shrinks against the counter, “Oh man...” he runs his hands over his
face and groans. “I bet you're right.”
Later all three of them sat in the living-room drinking coffee quietly before
Dean finally decided to break the silence. “So, Paula... Did you bring any of
that Harvey House stuff here?”
Paula seems to be taken by surprise at his odd question. “Well... yeah the
Mitchel’s brought those boxes here to my house. I took all the papers to the
library but the rest of the things they brought are still here. Why do you
ask?”
She watched as Dean and Sam had another silent conversation between each other
in just a short glance. Sam turned his attention to her, “Can we see the
stuff?” She nods and leans forward to place her coffee onto the table. Getting
up, she heads towards the study off of the living-room, Sam following behind
her.
“I'm gonna step outside for a bit.” Dean said to them as he walked out the
front door and into the sweltering heat. It was easy to forget how hot it was
out here when Paula's house was so cool. Dean walks to the Vega and closes the
car doors they'd left open. He pulls his hand back and shakes it, hissing a
sharp inhale through his teeth. The metal of the car was hot enough to burn
after sitting under the hot sun all day.
Dean was walking back towards the porch when he notices a discrepancy he can't
quite put his finger on. He looks out over the land for a minute before
spotting the difference, that truck he'd seen at the barn down the way was
gone.
“The hell...” Dean starts walking around the side of the large house, looking
out across the land. The house being on a hill had its advantages. “There you
are...” he said as he spots the truck at another barn, smaller than the other
one and this one round.
He trudges off down the hill, watching the area for any movement. He was aware
of every weapon he had on him and he was tight as a bowstring, ready for
anything as he went down the hill as quiet as he could be.
Dean slowed down as he got closer, he could hear movement in the barn and when
the wooden door swung open Dean ducked behind the truck, peeking over it to
watch a man come out of the barn. He was carrying a pressure sprayer, the
attached hose with a spray nozzle at the end dragging behind him.
The man went around the side of the barn and turned on the water at the pump.
From the smell, Dean could tell the man was mixing chemicals. Dean crept around
the side of the barn to get a look at the guy at just the wrong time as the guy
had been turning around to get a metal stick from the dirt.
The guy damn near jumped out of his skin and he yelled out in alarm, “Jesus you
scared the hell out of me!” the guy said, putting a gloved hand over his chest
to the pouch of his overalls. He couldn't have been but a little over 40 and he
was a stockily built man.
Dean's jaw clenched tight, he couldn't believe he'd gotten himself spotted like
that. That was a rookie mistake. “Yeah sorry about that.” Dean stepped out from
around the corner and put a hand up and rubbed the back of his neck, which was
probably past the tanning stage and into slightly burning.
“You Paula's kid? I saw the car up there at the house. I hadn't seen her for a
bit. She a'right?” The guy asked as he turned around and finished up mixing his
chemicals. He turned back to Dean afterward and took his gloves off, tucking
them into his overall pocket.
“Yeah she's alright.” Dean was shaking the man's offered hand, “Name's Ted
Buckley.” “Dean.” he replied. Dean planted his hands on his hips as he looked
the guy over, both their faces scrunched up under the heat as they looked at
each other for an awkward moment.
“That's good to hear. I ain't been workin' here long and I sure do hate job
huntin'.” The guy walked around the side of the building to get out of the
direct sun, motioning for Dean to follow, which he did.
“Ah, that explains why I haven't seen you around here before. I heard she was
needin' help out here.”
“Boy I'll say! I'm the only one out here. I don't have the faintest idea how
she was gettin' all this done by herself while she was lookin' for help.” Ted
looked him over a little more, “Stayin' a while? I'd sure use the help.”
Dean shook his head, “Nah I won't be staying long. Just a visit.” Ted nodded
and Dean blinked out over the land for a minute before looking back at Ted,
“Well, I know you're busy so I'll let you get back to it.”
“Damn, well, it was worth a shot.” Ted laughed and started putting his gloves
back on as Dean turned and made his way back up to the house. Ted was kind of a
creep, Dean decided.
Back in the house, Sam and Paula had gotten sucked into the items and seemed to
have forgotten their purpose. Dean could hear Sam talking excitedly about
something and Paula's equally excited response. He went into the study to see
them sitting around a box half full of ancient looking things, the rest of the
box's contents seemed to be placed around them.
Dean had to bite his tongue to contain the plethora of taunts and teases he
wanted to throw at his brother. Dean guessed he saw it on his face because Sam
was already giving him a bitch-face special that said 'Don't even think about
it.' and Dean read it loud and clear. It made him laugh but he said nothing,
just shook his head as he took a seat in the living-room.
He just settled in before he remembered Roy. He pulls his phone out and calls
the shop and tells Roy everything is fine with her but he's going to need the
rest of the day off. Roy had thankfully already bargained on that being the
case and had no problem letting him off. He felt better knowing someone was out
there looking after the widow, and he told Dean as much.
Dean tilted his head back against the couch and listened with his eyes closed.
Hearing his brother's happy prattling in the background, the AC unit kicking on
and humming quietly as it cooled the house automatically. It was easy to forget
how hot it was outside and with a few quiet thoughts floating through his mind
he fell asleep.
***** Chapter 6 *****
Dean is wrenched from sleep at the sound of a woman's shrill scream. He comes
off the couch like it's spring loaded, his eyes wide and his heart pounding in
his chest threatening to beat out of it's cage.
He saw the ghost in the doorway, her back facing him. She was looking into the
study where his little brother was standing with Paula behind him. His arms
were spread out as if that would keep a ghost from passing him.
The ghost was dressed in a dress, or it might have been a nightgown. It was
hard to tell. It was tattered and ripped, blood soaked on the lower half like
she'd sat in a puddle. She was covered in dirt, her hair was caked with mud and
dry grass. She was holding out her arm, pointing at Paula. From this angle,
Dean could see that her face had smudges down it, evidence that the girl had
cried through the dirt, leaving streaks on her cheeks. The ghost wasn't crying
now, she was just staring with an expressionless face at Paula.
Dean steps to the side and grabs a fireplace poker and runs over, swinging it
through the ghost, cutting her manifestation in half from shoulder to hip. The
ghost broke apart and disappeared into thin air.
Dean dropped the poker and went up to Sam, cupping his cheeks in his large
hands, staring down at him to make sure he was alright. Sam's angry expression
melted away as he stared back into Dean's eyes until Dean broke his hold,
looking over Sam's shoulder to Paula. “You alright?”
Paula nodded and had a hand on her chest and she was shaking a little. “Dean,
it appeared right after we picked up that mirror.” Sam said as he pointed to
the hand-held mirror on the floor. It was tarnished silver and had beautiful,
ornate markings. It had been quite the fancy item in it's day.
“Lets take care of it.” Dean said gravely, ready to be done with it.
They were all standing outside watching the mirror roast on the gravel in the
driveway. Dean had shot through it, poured salt all over it and burned it all
for good measure. The sun was beginning to get lower on the horizon.
“It's all done now.” Sam repeats for the second time since they had stood there
watching it glow red as the fire licked up the sides. He looks to Paula and she
smiles back at him, “I'd... sure love it if you two would stay here for the
night.” She looked like she was begging them to stay and didn't want to tell
them it was because she was afraid to be alone. They heard it loud and clear
and it was Dean who responded. “Sure thing.”
Paula was beaming at his answer, her smile was small, but her glow was vivid.
“I'll make a nice big dinner as thanks for all you two have done for me...
Thank you.” She turns and looks at their borrowed Vega then to her garage
doors. “You two go ahead and pull your car in the garage and I'll get started
in the kitchen.”
Dean kicks the mirror around in the gravel, it had melted to the stones and it
was a shame to waste good silver, but it was better safe than sorry. “Yeah
that'd be great Ms. Paula. I'll leave Sammy here with you while I go back to
the house to get a few things.”
Paula nodded and Sam led her inside with one more glance back at Dean before he
went inside and shut the door behind them.
Dean hopped into the sweltering hot Vega and immediately rolled the windows
down, “Jesus...” He could barely touch his hands to the steering wheel. He got
the car on and turned around and started down the gravel driveway and as he was
on his way back into town he passed Ted in that old beat down truck as he was
heading back to the farm. They waved at each other with a flick of a few
fingers above the wheel.
At their house Dean had gathered up a change of clothes for his brother and
himself, checked their extra phones for any calls and made sure everything was
in it's right place before heading back to Paula's place, looking forward to a
nice hearty dinner in a blissfully air-conditioned house.
When he got back to the house, someone must have been watching for him because
the garage door to the right lifted and he drove in. He wasn't sure this car
had ever even seen a garage that wasn't a shop.
He hopped out of the car, pulling a duffel bag out with him. He eases his way
between Paula's sedan and the boxes of things there were stacked up near her
deep freezer.
He opened the door to the house and nearly forgot to close the garage door but
he paused mid-step and leaned back, slapping the button and the garage door
went down smoothly.
Dean opened his mouth and filled his lungs with air, about to call out 'Honey,
I'm home!' but he caught himself and exhaled with a breathy laugh, raising his
eyebrows. That might have been awkward. He walks through the house, letting the
noises of water running and talking guide him to where the others were.
“Hey Dean, Paula's got us a room set up if you wanna drop the duffel in there.”
Sam says as Dean comes around the corner. He thumbed in the direction of the
hallway and Dean nodded.
The room was nicer than any motel they'd ever been in, unsurprisingly. It
looked like a spread out of one of those girly home magazines that were always
stacked up in stores everywhere. “Wow.” Dean couldn't help but say, eyes
roaming the room as he walked in. He dropped the duffel near the far wall, the
faded green thing stood out like a sore thumb.
It was a couple hours later when they'd finished eating. Dean and Sam had
stuffed themselves like uncultured swine at Paula's dinner table but she sure
seemed to enjoy it. When Sam apologized for their behavior she waved it off and
told him it was the best compliment she could receive.
“Oh... I must have died and gone to heaven...” Dean said with wide, sparkling
eyes as Paula laid a slice of fresh pecan pie down before him with a new fork.
The woman was going to have a permanent blush if these boys kept up the way
they were going.
After they were all finished Sam and Dean went into the kitchen and washed,
dried and put up every dish they'd used. It had been a long day and none of
them were really up for sitting and talking, especially after the big meal
they'd just had.
Paula said her goodnights and went off into her room and closed the door. Dean
made sure the doors to outside were all locked before he went into the room his
duffel was in. Sam had it on the bed and was rummaging through it, pulling out
a pair of his own shorts that Dean had grabbed at the house.
Sam looked up at Dean when he walked in, “Just grabbing a few things.” he
explained before putting the duffel back on the floor where Dean had put it.
When he looked up he could see Dean's dispirited expression but Dean quickly
smiled it off, “Cool. See you in the mornin'.”
“Dean...” Sam had his eyebrows pulled up in the middle. They both knew they'd
have a terrible time sleeping without the other. “I'll be in the room right
next door.” Sam walked around the bed and out of the room door, pulling it shut
behind him.
Dean sat down on the edge of the bed the heels of his palms on his knees as he
listens to Sam's footsteps down the hallway and into the room, the door
closing.
Dean listens a little longer until he could no longer hear Sam moving around.
He leans back on the bed, not even bothering to pull the comforter or sheets
down. He lay fully clothed, his head on the pillow, arms behind his head as he
stared up at the high ceiling, the fan turning lazily.
It had only been about two hours since then. Dean had been in the same position
the whole time, sleep never taking him, his mind running over Sam, the ghost,
Paula, pie, ...Sam. He takes a deep breath and swings his legs over the side of
the bed and gets up and quietly makes his way out of the room and down the
hall, testing every floorboard before he puts his full weight on it.
He soundlessly opens Sam's bedroom door and slips inside. He finds his little
brother wrapped up under the covers, only his head poking out atop the pillow.
He looked exactly how he always should. At home in a nice comfortable bed with
a full belly and temperature controlled house. Dean sits on the side of the bed
and puts his hand on Sam's head, sliding it back, his fingers weaving through
the soft brown hair.
Dean leans down and presses his forehead against Sam's, his hand stilling at
the back of the boy's head. When he opens his eyes, hazel eyes are open and
staring back at him with an openness that made his heart clench. Dean's eyes
slip down to Sam's lips and then back to his eyes as Dean tilts his head and
leans in, his full lips pressing into Sam's soft warm ones. He kept eye contact
the whole time.
He pulled his lips away and heard a quiet wet click as Sam's lips parted. Dean
put his hand on Sam's forehead and slicked his hair back again as he leaned in
and kissed brother's parted lips again. This time Sam lifted his head barely
off of the pillow to return Dean's kiss and press harder against him. His eyes
close and his lips are pliant and eager against Dean's.
Dean's eyes slowly shut and he opens his mouth, his tongue flicking out to
taste his brother's lower lip. Sam breathes out the faintest moan as his tongue
moves out to meet Dean's, sliding against it, tasting him.
Their minds were numb but the soft wet pops their mouths were creating were
setting their bodies on fire.
A horrifying scream rang out through the air as if someone had wired an
intercom through to every room in the house.
Sam and Dean parted instantly, looking at each other with wide eyes, “Paula.”
Sam whispered. Within seconds they were busting into the hallway and throwing
themselves into her bedroom where they found the ghost standing in the middle
of the room screaming her face off.
They clamped their hands over their ears and spotted Paula in the corner of her
room doing the same. It took a few long seconds for the scream to stop. Once
they opened their eyes and came out of their dizzying daze they spot a man on
the floor on his knees.
“What the hell?!” Sam yelled, looking between the ghost and the guy. The ghost
was staring right at him, her eyes wide and bloodshot.
“I won't let you hurt anyone else. I won't let you get away with it.” The
ghost's raspy, crackling voice hissed out.
Dean walked over to the guy on his knees and gripped him by the collar of his
shirt and looked down at him, “Ted?”
Sam looks at Dean, “You know him?” he asks, bewildered.
“Yeah... he's Paula's new farm hand.” Dean looks over to Paula, “How long has
he been working here, Paula?” Dean asks. She shakes her head, “Only three
days!” she sobs. “He crawled through my window and tried to get into my bed
while I was asleep. That's when the ghost showed up. S-She saved me!”
The ghost was staring down at Ted, “You killed me. You're a murderer. You were
going to murder her. I won't let you hurt anyone else.” she hissed.
Dean looked at Sam who was helping Paula up, “Call the police.” he growls
through his teeth, looking back down at Ted. “You're one evil fucker.” He hauls
the man up onto his feet and drags him through the house and outside where he
throws him onto the gravel and proceeds to pound his fist into his face
repeatedly.
They could all feel the memories that the ghost was feeling... They knew what
he had done to her and Dean couldn't stand to see Ted's face after seeing those
memories. The ghost was standing outside watching Dean give the man a harsh
beating.
He finally stands up and steps back, his knuckles raw and dripping with blood
that wasn't his own. Sam had walked out during the beating and dropped a few
zip ties onto the ground for Dean. The ghost was nowhere to be seen and Sam and
Paula were inside the house.
Dean snatches up one zip tie and rolls Ted over roughly and stands with one
foot on his back as he pulls his hands together, tying them up as tight as he
could get it. Then Dean zip ties Ted's ankles together and takes a few steps
back, sitting on the steps to the porch, watching Ted intently. The battered
man coughed and managed to roll onto his side, panting, the blood in his mouth
stringing between his lips and spitting out with each breath.
It wasn't a long wait before flashing lights were coming down the hard top road
and pulling up the gravel driveway. Dean squinted his eyes as the headlights of
the cop cars near blinded him. Sam and Paula stepped out onto the porch and
watched as the police hopped out of the car with their weapons drawn and
approached Ted.
The ghost then appeared in front of all of them, standing near Ted. The police
froze and yelled out in alarm as she manifested from thin air. It wasn't long
after that the stomach turning memories flooded back into all of them through
her. She was showing all of the police all of what had happened to her the
night she died.
Once the memories faded away and everyone was in a somber state of mind, there
was no question of how Ted would be dealt with.
“Don't worry ma'am... we'll see that you get justice.” One of the brave young
police officers said to the ghost. And before their very eyes, she cleaned up.
Her skin and dress new and clean again, her hair a light shade of brown all
clean and curled. “Thank you.” she said, her voice now that of a woman instead
of a shrieking rasp. The woman was encompassed in a gold and white glowing
light and she closed her eyes, a smile on her lips as the light took her.
They all sat still for half a second before Ted was being hauled onto his feet
by his arms and thrown into the back of a cop car.
Sam and Dean stood with the cops for a few minutes, helping them understand
that they'd just seen a Death Omen. The woman had wanted justice for the crimes
done to her and was warning the next victim on his list, that's why she was
always appearing to Paula.
That night they all slept in the living-room, passed out from exhaustion. The
boys were asleep in the chairs and Paula was lying on the couch with a blanket
and a pillow.
***** Chapter 7 *****
Chapter Notes
     The moment we've all been waiting for.
A week had passed since the ordeal at Paula's place and everything had slipped
back into it's old habits.
Dean worked at the shop and Sam spent all day soaking up information at the
library. At night they ate their dinner, watched a little TV and then went to
bed and slept without incident.
They never talked about what had happened that night at Paula's but they were
sure thinking about it. They gave lingering looks to each other when they knew
the other wasn't looking and thought about each other while they showered.
It was Friday now and it was hot. They missed the air-conditioned home of
Paula's but enjoyed their privacy and comfort of their borrowed home.
Dean was sitting on the couch watching a TV show, carefully eating a pecan pie
and looking as content as he felt. Paula had made them a pie the first two days
after the incident and Sam begged her to not feed his brother so much pie. The
older brother had no control and would eat the entire thing in one sitting if
he knew there was another one waiting for him. They had decided on one pie a
week, on Friday.
Sam was leaning against the side of the couch, watching the TV also. It was
definitely not his cup of tea. It was making Dean laugh, which meant it was
making Sam cover his face with his palm. “I'm gonna go take a shower.” his eyes
dropped to Dean's now empty plate. “You done? I'll take it into the kitchen.”
Dean held the plate out to him with his eyes still stuck on the TV. Sam took
the small saucer in his hand, his thumb hooking over the fork so it didn't fall
and his long fingers held the plate underneath. His fingertips brushed over
Dean's rough knuckles and down his thick fingers as he pulled the plate away
from him and carried it off.
Dean's eyes were on Sam now as he watched his little brother deposit the plate
in the sink and walk down the hall, tugging his shirt up and over his head
before he disappeared into their room. Dean turned back around and closed his
eyes, exhaling softly.
He listened as Sam walked across the hall and into the bathroom, the water
turning on seconds later. Dean sighed and put his hands on the sides of his
face and then stretched, his elbows pointing straight up, his hands pushing
hard into the back of his neck and down his shoulders, back arching. He exhaled
hard as he leaned back forward and got up, walking across the room and turning
the TV off.
Checking the salt lines and the locks on the doors he makes his way to the
bedroom they share. He stops short at the bathroom, looking in as Sam's figure
was barely visible behind the flimsy curtain. He walks in, “Gonna take a leak.”
Dean says, his voice coming out a little deeper and a little smoother than he
expected to hear.
He could hear Sam go still under the water where it was gently spraying him
down. The water pressure here left much to be desired. “Dean... no... the
water.” Sam answered after a minute in a soft tone.
“Sorry Sammy, nature calls and I'm answerin'.” Dean tried to keep his mind on
what he was doing and not that he had his cock hanging out maybe a foot away
from Sam's naked and wet body. After he finished up he flushed the toilet and
washed his hands and face.
“Eek!” Sam scrambled a little to get out of the way of the spraying water that
was now fluctuating in temperature to the extremes. “Dean, you jerk!”
“Bitch.” Dean laughed out, walking out of the bathroom and into their bedroom
where he stripped down to nothing but boxers and crawled in under the sheets.
He laid flat on his back with the sheet lying midway over his torso.
It took entirely too long, Dean felt, for Sam's shower to finish. Since the
doors were open he was listening to the spray of the water on Sam's body and
the long rivulets of water pouring off of Sam's body. The imagery it created
had his cock fattened up a bit. He adjusted himself, pulling his balls out from
between his legs and pointing his thickened member up towards the waistband of
his boxer-briefs.
Sam, finally, stepped out of the shower and Dean could hear him drying himself
off, then brushing his hair, then his teeth. He flipped the light off and
wandered through the dark into their bedroom. Dean felt pretty certain that Sam
was naked as he came when he just sat on the bed and wiggled himself into the
sheet without digging around in the duffel first.
Sam let out a sigh and stretched, his shoulders curling upwards, little pops
sounding as he moved and then went still.
Dean turned his head to look at Sam who was lying on his side, facing Dean.
Through the dark he could tell that Sam was looking back at him and they stared
at each other for a few long seconds.
“Dean...” Sam whispers, the smell of his toothpaste reaching Dean's nose
faintly. Dean becomes hyper aware of Sam's clean body all long, lean and very
naked next to him and his tongue feels restless as he licks the back of his
teeth.
“Hm?”
Sam carefully propped himself up on his elbow and rolled slightly, bringing
himself closer to Dean. He places a hand on Dean's side and slides it up, his
fingers threading through the light colored hairs on Dean's chest.
Dean's breath catches and he puts a hand up and over Sam's, his heart pounding
stronger and faster. He sits up on his elbow also, leaning into Sam and easing
him back until Sam was staring up at him, flat on his back.
Dean shifted his hips, getting up onto his knees, his lips lowering onto Sam's
collar bone. He could smell the soap and Sam's scent washed over him as Sam
slid his hands from Dean's chest and gripped his shoulders, massaging them.
Sam was panting now, his eyes closed as Dean kissed from one collar bone to the
next, not missing a single inch of skin. He grips Dean's shoulders tight and
then massages down the older man's back until he feels the waistband of Dean's
underwear. He wiggles his fingertips under the band and slides them across,
feeling Dean's skin.
Sam started pushing slightly at the band and Dean sat up onto his knees and
pulled his boxer-briefs down to his knees then walks his knees out of them and
pulls them off of his feet, tossing them to the floor.
Dean stood there on his knees for only a few seconds, staring down at Sam's
body as Sam stared up at his.
“Dean...” Sam breathed out softly. He ran his big hands over his own flat
stomach and his eyebrows tugged together as he stared up into Dean's dark eyes.
He was starting to feel a little self-conscious by how long Dean's eyes bore
into his body as if he were taking in every small detail, and he was.
Sam turned his head away as if to hide from Dean's gaze but his eyes were still
on Dean. He feels his face heat up even more as he slowly parts his quivering
thighs, letting his knees fall open, exposing himself fully to Dean.
Dean's lips part as the air is knocked out of his lungs by seeing this display,
“Fuck, Sammy... you're so beautiful.” he whispers as he leans in and kisses
Sam's lips lightly at first. He pulls back and stares into Sam's eyes for half
a second before he dips back in again and kisses his brother firmly, his tongue
darting out flick Sam's upper lip.
Dean rests above Sam, one hand cradling the base of Sam's skull, his thumb
tracing the shell of his ear as he tucks the hair back behind it. His other
hand running down Sam's side and then up again, his thumb reaching out and
circling over Sam's pink and incredibly soft nipple as their kiss deepens,
tongues sliding against each other.
Sam pulls his feet up a bit more, his knees sticking up on either side of
Dean's hips. He was arching his back, pushing his chest harder into Dean's hand
as he rolled that nipple between his forefinger and thumb, feeling it pebble up
tight.
Sam's hands slide around Dean until they're on his lower back, he pulls Dean
down slowly but firmly until Dean gives in and their lower bodies meet. “Ah!”
Sam moans into the kiss as he lifts his hips, Dean pressing down harder at the
same time. Sam could feel Dean's cock hard and hot resting right next to his
own erection as they ground hard against each other's bodies.
Dean separated his lips from Sam's only to kiss down his jaw and onto his neck.
His lips pull back from his teeth as he leans in and gives Sam a firm bite,
licking and sucking the bite afterward. Sam's back arched again and he gripped
Dean tight with his arms, his hips rolling and twisting up against Dean's hard
body.
“I want you...” Sam whispers hotly into Dean's ear as he works his mouth on
Sam's sensitive neck.
Dean moaned so deep and low it came out as a growl to Sam's ears. He could feel
the sound vibrate through his neck and into his chest.
“Take me...” Sam whispers again, pulling Dean's ear into his mouth and giving
the edge a nip.
One of Sam's hands reached out to the side, trying to pull out the heavy drawer
of the beside table. When Dean saw he was having trouble he sat up and leaned
over instead. He yanks the drawer open and fishes around inside of it, looking
for lube.
While he's inspecting the contents of the drawer, Sam reaches down between
their bodies now that they were apart enough and he takes Dean's member into
his hand. It was so hot and heavy against Sam's palm, when he wraps his fingers
around it he can feel its girth and it causes him to shudder. Seeing it was one
thing... feeling it was entirely another. He hears Dean's groan as he slides
his thumb under the head and starts pumping him slowly from base to the ridge
of his crown with a light grip.
“Damnit Sammy... I can't find the lube.” Dean slams the drawer shut a little
harder than necessary and leans down and kisses Sam's lips and cheeks while he
was still propped up on his arms.
“I thought I had lotion in th-- Oh, I remember now. I carried it off into the
living-room yesterday when the house phone rang. It's on the table by the front
door.” Sam explained, feeling rather pleased with himself that he could speak
since Dean's lips were sucking on his ear lobe, tongue licking down to his
neck.
Dean reluctantly pulled himself away from Sam's body and the hand on his cock
and hurriedly made his way into the living-room. Sam wrapped his hand around
his own cock and squeezed it tight while Dean was gone. He moans and releases
himself, his hands skating up to his knees and then down his shins, holding his
ankles as he watched the doorway.
“Fuckin' finally...” Sam heard Dean mutter in the other room, then quick
footsteps. He smiled when he saw Dean's silhouette flash in the doorway. Dean
was crawling up from the foot of the bed in-between Sam's legs that were spread
so prettily he placed a kiss on the inside of each knee.
He heard the cap of the lotion pop off and the lotion squirt onto Dean's
fingers. He snaps the cap back closed and then puts a hand on Sam's thigh,
massaging it so firm it almost hurt.
Sam gasps loud and his body jolts as Dean's rough fingertip smears cool lotion
onto his tight pucker. He can hear Dean's thumb smearing around the lotion onto
his fingers further down.
Dean didn't have to ask if Sam was ready, he was holding his own legs apart and
his head was tilted back as he panted, his hips wiggling. Dean slowly pushed
his forefinger into Sam's body until he couldn't force it in any further. He
didn't wait at all, just pulled his finger out and then entered it again,
twisting his finger so he could smear the lotion all around.
“You're so damn tight.” Dean whispers in awe as Sam's ring gripped him tight.
He curves his finger slightly to press and feel on the hot and super soft
velvet of Sam's insides. He pulls his finger out and then Sam feels two rough
fingertips rubbing his tight hole.
“De-” his brother's name is taken from his lips as Dean pushes the two
fingertips into Sam and twist, smearing the generous amount of lotion around
onto Dean's middle finger. “Dean, oh fuck.” he breathes out, his eyes shutting
tight. He takes in deep and slow breaths, forcing his muscles to relax.
Dean moves his free hand from the death grip on Sam's thigh and takes Sam's
cock into his hand for the first time. He grips it tight and starts jerking it
slowly. Sam was whimpering in no time at all, his tight ring relaxing on Dean's
fingers. He took that moment to push his two fingers all the way in and at once
he crooked them upwards.
Sam's hips came off of the bed instantly, his thighs shaking, “Oh Dean!” he
cried out with a long moan.
Dean's hand started moving faster up and down Sam's cock and Sam started
wiggling, his knees coming together as he tried to close his legs. “S-Stop
Dean, you'll make me cum!” he cries out, trying to get away from Dean's two
fingers massaging his prostate and the calloused hand sliding up and down his
shaft.
Dean ceased his pumping but held Sam's cock tight at the base for a moment
before letting go of it all together. His fingers straightened out again and he
twisted his hand until it was palm down and he crooked his fingers again,
feeling all of that velvety heat.
While Sam was still trying to control himself Dean worked his fingers in and
out of him.
Dean leaned down and started kissing on Sam's neck again, the feeling of Dean's
rough stubble and wet tongue was doing wonderful and terrible things, the
feelings going right down between Sam's legs.
Sam snaked his hand down between them and gripped Dean's cock that was hanging
between them. It was so firm and hot that it made Sam's hole flutter around
Dean's fingers, imaging that thick and long thing pushing up into him.
“I'm ready Dean... I'm ready. Take me.” he pleads, his eyes rolling back and
his lips falling open as Dean's hand twisted again and he began poking at his
prostate.
“I'm not done yet.” Dean whispered huskily into Sam's ear, giving it a sharp
nip before he sat up and gently urged Sam's hand off of his cock. He felt ready
to burst and couldn't have any of that. He'd never live it down.
Dean's hand finds the lotion and he pops the cap, staring down at Sam as the
younger boy grips the sheets and twists tight. He squeezes out more lotion onto
his fingers and then closes the cap and tosses it onto the bedside table with a
thud. Dean slides the massive amount of lotion over his cock and then spreads
it across a third finger.
He dips down and opens his mouth around one of Sam's nipples, his tongue
darting out and rolling over it. He moves to the side and licks that one as
well, sitting up to look at the now glistening, hardened nubs. He gently moves
two fingers back into Sam's warm body and then works in a third finger while he
sucks at the skin just beside Sam's nipple.
“Ah... Dean!” Sam whimpers and thrashes his head from side to side, his hands
moving up and gripping Dean's head and shoulder desperately. Dean moves his
lips slowly to the side until he's sucking the cool pink nipple, his tongue
lapping at it.
The quiet wet sounds of Dean's tongue and lips on his nipple were nearly
drowned out by the wet rhythmic sound of Dean's fingers working in and out of
Sam's opening.
Dean sits up and pulls his fingers out, smearing the lotion around on his
weeping cock one last time before he scoots forward on his knees. Sam pulled
his knees up to his chest and waited expectantly.
Dean leaned in over Sam, his clean fingers sliding up through Sam's hair again,
his forehead resting against his brother's, their panting breaths mingling
together. Dean directed the tip of his cock to Sam's thoroughly lubricated
pucker and pressed against it.
Sam's body tightened up when he felt the thick crown begin to spread him out.
“Fuck...” he whispers through his teeth. He took long deep breaths and wiggled
his hips, his tight ring finally relaxing, and when it did Dean's cockhead was
sucked up inside of Sam, his broad ridge popping into Sam's body.
Sam gasped and his ring instantly tightened up again just under the head of
Dean's cock. Dean's hips dipped slightly and due to all of the lotion a full
inch of his length slid into Sam's clenching hole.
“Sammy you're so damn tight. Relax baby...” Dean panted against Sam's lips,
kissing him lightly over and over again as he held himself back from just
pounding that tight heat like he wanted to.
Sam tried to control his breathing again and as Dean kissed all over his face
and spoke soothingly to him his body began to relax. The pain from being opened
so fully wasn't like any pain he'd ever felt before, it excited him and to feel
Dean's hot and damp breaths on his body. Feeling how hard Dean was and knowing
it was all for him was making his body tingle.
Sam's muscles relaxed fully and Dean felt himself being allowed in. He dipped
his head onto Sam's collarbone and forced himself to slide as slow as Sam's
body would take him in. The gripping heat of Sam's body was almost too much to
bear. “Fuck... Sammy...”
Once Dean was seated fully he ground his hips hard against Sam, feeling the
younger boy's cock rub between their stomachs, making Sam gasp and thrust up.
Dean groaned loud and adjusted his knees before he started rocking his hips,
Sam's tight ring sliding back and forth a couple of inches with each thrust.
Sam was moaning loud, the heels of his feet pushing into Dean's lower back as
Dean started thrusting faster. They were at the point now where every thrust
was met with Sam's body pushing back against him from the force of his hips
making the younger male bounce against the bed.
The bed hadn't been a squeaky one but now that Dean had it rocking at a rather
quick pace it was groaning and whining just like Sam was.
“You're so, so tight baby...” Dean groaned out against Sam's lips before
propping himself up on his hands. Sam wraps his hands around Dean's strong
biceps and holds himself still as Dean works faster. Their bodies were slapping
together hard and fast, the lewd wet sounds filling the air, spurring them both
on even more.
Sam's eyes go wide and he tilts his head back, moaning loudly and suddenly, “Oh
fuck! Dean! Don't stop, do it just like that.” he thrashes his head from side
to side, his fingers digging into Dean's muscles. “Right there, oh God!” Sam
all but screams, his toes curling as Dean pounds into his prostate over and
over again.
Dean was staring down at his baby brother, loving the sight of him coming
undone on the end of his cock. “I'm gonna cum Sam.” he growls out through his
teeth, his hips snapping back and forth, his balls slapping Sam's body loudly
when he fully seats with each thrust.
“Fuck me hard, Dean. Cum inside of me. I wanna feel it!” Sam begs, sweat beads
sliding down his temples and into his hairline. His cock was aching hard and he
was ready to blow.
Dean's rhythm faltered for one quick second but that was only to adjust his
knees up higher one last time to get the deepest thrust he could. Sam had to
reach back and push against the headboard to keep Dean from literally fucking
him up the wall.
Dean sat up and gripped Sam's hips and held him tight as he pounded into his
brother. Sam screamed out and shuddered, cumming all over himself untouched
when Dean's fingers dug into his hips and his cock was slamming his prostate at
an even better angle and much harder once Dean held him tight.
Dean moaned his brother's name loudly as he felt Sam's muscles clench him hard,
he watched as Sam came all over himself without a single touch. It pushed him
over the edge and he pounded into his little brother once more, cum erupting
from his cock like a geyser into Sam's waiting body. His cock flexing and
twitching hard as he rolled his hips, working every last drop of cum out of
himself and giving it to his brother.
“I love you.” Sam whispered through his heavy panting breaths, feeling his
brother's hot semen enter up inside of him.
“I love you too...” Dean said, sealing his lips to Sam's, kissing him hard and
deep for a good long while.
That night Dean had cleaned them both up and held Sam close to his chest,
giving him tired but hard kisses to his shoulder and neck until they both fell
asleep happier than they'd been in a long time, maybe ever.
***** Chapter 8 *****
The morning light flooded in through the rickety blinds and the birds outside
were wide awake and chirping. Dean cracked his eyes open, squinting out lazily
into the room. He wasn't used to waking up after the sun was up, but he
couldn't say he disliked it.
The deep growl that came from his stomach made him curl up slightly. “Mmm...”
he groaned as he pressed harder against the warm body melded against his front.
His hand lazily dragged up from where it was resting on the bed in front of
Sam, palming the boy's ribs. He slides his hand lower into the dip between
Sam's lower ribs and hip bone and rubs there, his thumb tracing a rib.
“M'rnin'.” Dean heard Sam mumble sleepily as the boy began to move slowly, his
legs stretching and feet sliding against each other. Dean pulled his arm out
from under his head and propped up on his elbow, leaning in to give Sam's neck
a kiss, right under his ear.
Dean forced himself to peel apart from his brother's naked body and get out of
bed, padding into the bathroom while he heard his brother whine for him to come
back. He put his hands on the sink and leaned over it, staring at himself in
the mirror. His thoughts raced as he thought about what they'd done last night.
There was no going back now... Not that he wanted to, but life was about to get
a lot harder for them. There was no way they could let their dad find out, he
wouldn't understand. Hell, he didn't know if he understood, but it felt way too
right. They'd have to be incredibly careful from now. Not that Dean hadn't been
harboring and hiding not-so-brotherly thoughts way before this. Dean scoffed at
his thoughts and shook his head before he began washing his face and doing his
business.
Dean was cooking breakfast when Sam finally came out of the bedroom. He was
fresh out of a shower, in clean clothes and looked starved as he propped
himself on the counter near Dean, watching the eggs finish cooking.
Dean didn't really know what to say about what had happened. Was there any need
to talk about it? He glanced between Sam and the eggs a few times before he
opted on reaching out and pulling Sam's lean body against his side, kissing the
boy's forehead. He then pushed him away, “Go pour yourself a drink.” Dean
groused, feeling a little embarrassed.
He violently shoved his spatula under the eggs and then slapped them onto a
plate with some buttered toast he'd cooked in the pan earlier. Dean glanced
over at Sam while he poured one glass of milk and a cup of coffee for Dean. He
could see that Sam was blushing from ears to neck and he wasn't too much better
off.
They ate their breakfast at the table in a comfortable, if not a little shy,
silence. The TV was off and the ticking of the clock seemed way louder than it
needed to be.
It wasn't until they were sitting at a laundry mat side by side, listening to
their loads of clothes wash and tumble dry that either of them spoke up.
“So, uh, do we have anything else we need to do today?” Sam asked as he turned
to face Dean, pulling his knee up to his chest and wrapping his arms around his
shin.
Dean had been staring at motivational posters and laundry mat rules signs. He
looks at Sam and purses his lips a little as he thinks, his eyes squinting
slightly at Sam like he was trying to figure out how to answer a hidden
question.
“Nah, not really. Nothin' I can think of right now. You got somethin' you wanna
do?” Dean knew that there was a race out at the dunes this weekend but he found
it very unlikely that Sam wanted to go watch something like that.
Sam looked around the empty building just to be sure before looking back at
Dean. “I wanna do it again, Dean.” He pulled his eyebrows up tight in the
middle, watching worriedly for Dean's reaction.
Dean's eyebrows slowly rode up his forehead and he just stared at Sam like that
for a few long seconds that only made Sam look more nervous.
“Damn, Sammy.” he ended up saying, letting his surprise be evident in his tone.
“It's okay if you don't want to. I just... I just wanted to tell you that I
really liked it and I wanna do it again be-before dad gets back and--” Sam was
talking fast and looking anywhere but Dean so Dean grabbed his shoulders,
effectively cutting Sam off. “Hey!” Dean said, giving him a little shake until
Sam finally looked up at him, his eyes slightly watery and his cheeks red from
embarrassing himself.
“Listen... I want to.” Dean relaxes his grip when Sam's ears go red and he
starts biting at his lower lip nervously. “You can't just pop something like
that on me at a time like this.” he clapped his hand to Sam's cheek and then
pulled away, looking back at those posters on the wall across the small
building. “Have half a mind to give it to you right here.” Dean glances at Sam
to see his reaction.
“Do it Dean...” Sam's voice was quiet, lusty and dead serious.
“Sam! Jesus! You're not kidding.” he states, staring at Sam with a scandalized
look.
Sam stands up off of the chair and looks around once more, the whole front side
of the building was all windows and anyone driving by would be able to see
inside. Dean looks at the hand outstretched towards him and he stands without
taking it. “You're wilder than you look.” Dean commented as he followed Dean
around the line of machines.
The building was a perfect rectangle and it had two lines of washers and dryers
back to back and a line of chairs at the wall of windows and along the sides
two vending machines side by side along one short wall.
Sam walked them into the middle row and then put his hands on Dean's chest,
backing him up until Dean felt a dryer behind him. He reaches forward quick and
yanks Sam against him hard, leaning down to kiss his lips with a bruising
force. Sam whimpers into the kiss and pulls back, rubbing his face into Dean's
chest as he leans down lower and lower until he was on his knees on the blue
and gold flecked linoleum floor.
“Damn Sammy, what's gotten into you?” Dean asks, putting his hands out next to
him, gripping the dryer's edge as Sam unbuckles Dean's belt.
“You.” Sam answers, looking up at Dean as his long fingers pull open the belt.
He pops the button and pulls down Dean's fly over the thick bulge that was
forming. Dean watches as Sam pulls the pants back and tugs them down a little.
“Shit Sam...” Dean whispers huskily. He turns his head and looks out the
windows behind him when he sees the flash of sun reflecting off of the metal of
a car as it passes by, not stopping.
Sam hooks his fingers into the waistband of Dean's boxer-briefs and pulls them
down on his hips until Dean's cock and balls are free and visible. Dean watches
as his little brother takes him into his hand and coaxes him to full hardness
within seconds.
Sam was staring at it with hooded eyes, his tongue slipping out to wet his lips
as he stroked Dean right in front of his face, giving the length a little twist
of his wrist occasionally.
Sam looked up to Dean, seeing that he was being watched like a hawk with those
bright green eyes he blushed even darker. Dean groaned quietly and snapped his
hips forward by accident as Sam opened his mouth around him and started wetting
him down with his tongue.
Dean noticed Sam had his eyes closed now, he could tell he was concentrating as
he pulled back and sucked his brother down into his mouth again, spreading
saliva over as much as he can get to. Dean moans again, gripping the dryer's
edge hard as Sam starts tonguing the underside of his cock, making it flex once
he gets to a certain spot under the head.
Sam started bobbing his head up and down at a moderate pace and Dean could feel
saliva run from Sam's lower lip down over his balls. “Fuck...” he whispers, his
abs and thighs tensing up as he barely resisted lifting himself off his heels
to get deeper into Sam's mouth.
Sam was only taking him in halfway, but his curious tongue was making up for
it. Sam put his fingers around the base again and pulled back, staring at it
before licking the head and sucking the excess spit off of it. “It's so big,
Dean. I love it.” he whispered, the breath was cool against Dean's hot shaft.
Dean chuckles breathily, staring down at Sam. “It's lovin' you too.” Sam took
it back into his mouth and practiced sucking without getting his teeth on it.
He'd felt it scrape against his back teeth a few times but Dean hadn't said
anything about it yet. Sam dropped his hand back to Dean's hip as his head
bobbed.
“Put your hand back...” Dean eased the hand back to his cock. “There you go...
now stroke what you can't put in your mouth.” Dean can't stop himself from
pressing forward when Sam works his cock just like he's told. “Yes... just like
that. So good...”
Sam's hand and mouth weren't moving at the same rhythm but the boy was eager
and he seemed to be testing things while he worked. The moment Sam found the
right rhythm he knew it. His hand was twisting down as his mouth went down, his
hand squeezing and releasing at just the right time.
It had Dean lifting his hips to gently meet Sam as his lips slid down and his
tongue rolled around on the underside. Dean could feel the tip of his prick
pressing and rubbing against the roof of Sam's mouth with every bob of his
head. “Sam...” he warned out, his hand moving to feel Sam's head.
Sam moaned onto Dean's cock when Dean gripped his hair and moaned his name. The
moan made Dean's hand tighten in Sam's soft brown hair. “Sam, stop. I'm gonna
cum.” he says louder, his panting getting louder.
Dean's breath choked out as Sam started moving faster and gripping harder.
“Damnit, Sammy. I'm seriously going to cum if you don't stop it right now!” he
all but yelled, but the hand tangled in Sam's hair definitely wasn't trying to
pull Sam away.
Sam moaned again, whether from being turned on or the grip in his hair, Dean
didn't know. He opened his eyes and saw stars when Sam's other hand gently and
carefully cupped his balls. He started rolling them around in his hand, his
fingers massaging Dean's heavy balls and stroking the sac at the same time.
That was all it took to convince him to let go. He gripped the dryer tight and
pulled Sam's head down only a little bit, the muscles all over his body
clenching up and holding as he pumped cum into his little brother's hot, wet
and moaning mouth.
Sam had pulled off til he was just sucking the head, his hand was slick with
spit and jerking up and down as Dean's orgasm crashed over him repeatedly. Sam
was tonguing the slit and the underside of his cock, still stroking him as his
other hand gently massaging his balls for every last ounce of seed.
Dean took his hand off of the dryer and held Sam's head in his hands. “Easy,
easy.” he whispers, trying to pull Sam's mouth off of him. It was getting way
too sensitive and Sam seemed to love the taste of his cum by the way he was
still milking it.
Dean's muscles finally began to relax and he got his head on tight enough to
turn and check the building. Fortunately, and to his surprise, no one was
standing there gawking at them and no cars had pulled up. He lets out a
satisfied sigh of relief and pleasure as he turns his head back around to look
at Sam who was gently tucking him back into his pants and doing them back up.
The sight of Sam's hands working his belt back together made his cock twitch
with a valiant effort to harden again, but it was in vain.
“Ready for me to take care of you..?” Dean said with a soft, deep and satisfied
voice as he took Sam's cheeks into his palms after Sam stood up.
Sam's face was bright red and his lips were slick with spit and puffy, he shook
his head.
Dean looked confused and Sam looked down to his pants, embarrassed. Dean
understood then and had to bite his inner cheek to keep from grinning. He
didn't want Sam to think he was laughing at him.
“Good thing we're doing laundry, huh?” Dean ruffled his hair and leaned in to
kiss Sam's lips.
He could get used to this.
***** Chapter 9 *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
The duffel of clean laundry was dropped and forgotten just inside the bedroom
door.
Sam was on his back, spread out and fully naked with Dean hovering above him.
Sam's face was red and he was panting hard, his lips dark pink and swollen.
Dean sat up, patting Sam's shivering thigh as he licked Sam's cum from his
lips. He was staring down at his little brother, his heart was pounding and his
cock was straining hard against the denim of his jeans when his cellphone rang.
“Shit...” he hisses, sitting back onto his heels as he dug the phone out of his
pocket and hit a button, lifting it to his ear.
“Dean. It's me.” John's voice came over the line, “How are things going there?”
Dean could hear the purr of the Impala's engine and the whip of wind through
the windows.
“Things are... they're goin' great actually.” Dean said as he looked down at
Sam who was beginning to sit up. Dean smirked as he watched him, “Guessin' the
hunt went smooth?” he slid his hand out and over Sam's hair, petting him
gently.
“It was textbook. Jerry called and said he wanted his house back soon.” Dean's
breath was caught as Sam maneuvered himself in front of Dean and started
unbuckling his belt and undoing his pants.
“Dean, you there?” John's voice called out over the phone, sounding slightly
annoyed.
“Uh, yeah dad, sorry, uh. Jerry said that, huh? When you think he's comin'
back?” Dean squeezed his eyes shut and clenched his teeth before staring at the
ceiling to focus on anything but Sam's mouth sliding up and down his shaft.
“When're you gonna get in?” Dean asked in a strained voice.
“Jerry's headin' back across the states now. We'll be up and gone by the time
he gets there.” Sam makes a super loud slurp around Dean's cock and tongues the
head and it makes Dean groan and he coughs to cover it up.
“You alright, boy? You sound... off.” Dean bit his lip at his dad's question.
“Oh, yeah, I'm alright. When you gettin' home?” Dean grips Sam's hair hard in
his hand as Sam wraps his long slender fingers around the base of his cock and
starts sucking him in earnest.
“Hm...” Dean could tell John wasn't buying it and wanted to know what was going
on, but he didn't push it. “What time is it..?” John muttered to himself,
“Ah... it's only 12:30. I'll be there before night falls. Be sure you have the
house the way we found it and get some food to take with us.” John paused for a
minute. “I'll be hungry when I get there so pack up some food for all of us.
We'll eat on the road. How's Sam doin'?”
“Yes, sir. Consider it done.” Dean looked down at his brother who seemed to be
thoroughly enjoying himself. Dean thought it might be possible that his kid
brother had some sort of oral fixation when it came to sucking on his cock.
This was the third time today that the kid had his mouth wrapped around him.
“Oh Sam is doin' just fine... He's been real good these last few weeks. He's
learnin' how to be quite the housewife.” The bite on Dean's cock made him jump
and he bit his cheek to keep from laughing.
“Don't antagonize him, Dean. I don't want him in a shit mood when I get there.”
John said wearily with a sigh. “Don't forget to pack the food up. See you
tonight.” Then the line was dead. Dean punched the 'end' button and leaned over
to put it on the bedside table.
“Damn, Sam. You really like doin' that, huh?” He was running his rough hands
through Sam's hair now, pulling the loose strands away from Sam's face so he
could watch him. Sam pulled Dean all the way out of his mouth and licked the
head before he responded, “Only you.”
“You wanna go all the way?” Dean asked, his eyes lingering on Sam's legs that
were bent underneath him. They were skinny legs but they were corded with
strong muscle and Dean liked the way his thighs quivered when he got excited.
Sam pulled his mouth off of Dean and looked up at him. “When will dad be home?”
he asked, licking his lips as he adjusted to lie on his back, staring up at
Dean lustily.
“We have enough time.” Dean assured him, leaning down to kiss Sam's lips and
then down his body.
Dean then proceeded to prepare Sam for close to 30 minutes until Sam was
whining and writhing on the bed constantly.
Dean pulled Sam up onto his lap, Sam's spine pressing against Dean's hard
chest. Dean leans back until his back touches the headboard and he lowers Sam
onto him. They rut against each other like this for another 30 minutes until
they're both spent and coated in sweat and cum. Dean wraps his arms around Sam
tightly and kisses all over his neck and shoulder. “So good, baby boy...” he
whispers into Sam's ear through his panting.
They take a shower together, sharing another moment with each other even though
they were both nearly out of steam. It was unspoken that they would use this
time together to the fullest. There was no telling when the next time they'd
have all alone together was.
All of their bags were packed and sitting by the front door at 7 o'clock.
They had gone to see Paula and Roy, telling them both that their dad was coming
back and that they were moving. Roy had been quite upset to see Dean go and
told him that if he wanted to stay or ever came back, he'd have a place to work
there. Paula had cried and hugged them both, thanking them for all of their
help and waved at them with a shaking hand and a quivering lip as they left
with one of her pecan pies, that was Dean's favorite.
Now Dean was standing in the kitchen putting together bologna sandwiches and
peanut butter ones for Sam. Sam was on the couch on his back, his hands resting
over his stomach. He had been watching the TV but drifted off at some point.
Dean smiled a little as he thought about all the activities that had worn Sam
out. Ever since last night they hadn't been able to keep themselves off of each
other.
Dean opened the ice chest that was filled with bottles of water, sodas and a
few beers, all packed in ice, at the very bottom. He placed the sandwich
baggies onto the ice and shut it, picking it up by the handle and moving it to
the front door.
He stopped and stood still as he heard the familiar rumble of the Impala. It
made him smile big, but the feeling was bittersweet as he looked down at Sam.
“Wake up, little brother.” Dean dropped the ice chest at the door and hurried
back through the house to sweep it one more time for any forgotten items.
Sam sat up on the couch and rubbed his eyes and then his hips as he scooted
towards the edge and stood up, yawning. “De-?” Sam was calling as the front
door opened and he saw that it was John. “Hey dad.”
Dean came out from the hallway and smiled, “We're all set.” Dean announces,
going to pick up the bags at the door. He could hear the Impala still running.
“Hey boys. Gotta take a leak. Load the car up.” John said as he turned and
walked down the hallway. “Geez... you boys didn't get out much did you?” John
basically says to himself as he steps into the bathroom, pushing the door to.
Dean and Sam shared a small smirk at John's comment and loaded the car, all the
bags in the back. The ice chest would sit in the back seat with Sam.
Sam and John rode in the big rumbling Impala as it rolled through town
following Dean in the borrowed Vega. Sam was in the backseat, moving the ice
chest into an acceptable position when he saw a box of crackerjacks stuffed
underneath the seat. Sam's eyebrows furrowed, 'Has dad been to a baseball
game?' Sam shook it off, deciding it wasn't important.
They stopped in front of the shop and watched Roy shake Dean's hand vigorously
and tell him again that he was always welcome there. Roy stood there with the
keys to the Vega in his left hand and waved to John and Sam in the Impala,
looking the car over before awkwardly walking inside, looking at the keys in
his hand.
Once they were all piled in and settled into the Impala they got on the main
road and rode out of town, looking at all of the buildings that they'd gotten
used to. It had been nearly a whole month since they'd been here, and they'd
enjoyed it. The town was quiet, kind and easy. It felt like they could have had
a long and happy life there, maybe even normal. Or as normal as you could get
with two brothers who were now also lovers.
Sam was looking out the window as they drove, his eyes were glassy but his jaw
was set hard. He was sitting in the seat behind John and his temple was pressed
against the glass, watching the sun set in the Oklahoma sky. It was beautiful.
He'd miss it.
“Waynoka... huh?” John said as they drove past the green sign with the town's
name on it, indicating they were leaving city limits.
Dean sighed and smiled, reaching into the back seat, grabbing Sam's leg and
holding it firmly, his thumb stroking over the denim clad knee comfortingly.
“Yeah... Waynoka.”
Sam slipped his hand over Dean's and squeezed before giving the hand a bottle
of water from the ice chest.
And that was how it all began.
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