By the light of the morning sun, what had been a beautiful joining turned into a sordid, tawdry, dirty scene. Dean stood next to the bed, eyeing the ropes still tied to the railings of the headboard, and his brother naked and in a deep sleep. His mouth was swollen, his skin had red marks wherever Dean had sucked too hard… marked him, and he stank of Dean.

Of Dean. Of his brother. He’d lead his brother down this road. He’d taken his innocence, all because of some fucked up image he’d held in his mind for years.

*

All the soap in the world couldn’t wash away the last few days. Dean scrubbed and scrubbed, and let himself all but get scalded under the hot water, but nothing would drive the demons from his mind. He’d raped his brother. He’d let his brother see him ready to commit suicide… freaked him out so bad, he’d never forget the panic in Sam’s expression and voice.

Sam was scared he’d kill himself. He was so scared he’d gone the lengths he did last night, tying him down, pretending it was what he wanted. He had drawn responses from Sam, yeah… he’d gotten him hard, gotten him off. But deep down, Sam hadn’t wanted to be there in the first place, he couldn’t have.

He flashed back on each time he’d touched Sam in the past days, and been pushed away. Been told not to touch, watched him recoil. THAT was how Sam really felt, the rest… the rest was a sacrifice to keep his brother alive.

He pushed the shower door open and got out, leaving the water running. Wrapping a towel around himself, he used a second one to dry off his face and chest and then leaned over to hang it back, when he caught his reflection in the steamed up mirror. Bile rose to Dean’s throat. Whipping his hand through the air he slammed his palm against the mirror, crying out as shards cut into him. “Motherfucker,” he grunted, pulling pieces out of his palm and watching his blood flow in scarlet rivulets down the bright white sink and into the drain.

Sam woke with a start. Eyes flying open as he lifted his head off the pillow and looked around the room sleepily.
He could hear the water running in the shower, but that wasn't what had woke him. A sound, like a crash. Glass breaking, and he could have sworn he heard Dean's voice.

"Dean?" he called out, pushing up into a sitting position, "Dean, you okay?"
He ran a hand over his face as he looked around the room, slowly remembered the night before.
Oh. Right. Sam smirked slightly as he laid back against the pillows once more, arm raised, hand under his head.
Looking down at himself he frowned. He needed a shower. Bad. He was sticky and some of the remnants of what they had done was dried on his stomach.

He closed his eyes as he waited for Dean to come out of the bathroom, to shut off the water.
After long moments passed and there was still no sign of Dean, Sam opened his eyes again, pulling from the bed.
He walked to the bathroom door and knocked lightly, "Dean? Dude, I need a shower too, huh?"
He sighed then as he leaned against the dresser, waiting for Dean to make an appearance. "You gonna spend all day in the bathroom?"

“Fine,” he snapped, pulling another shard out and then letting water run over his hand so the blood would clear and he could find the smaller pieces imbedded in his hand. It hurt like a sonovabitch but Goddamnit... it didn’t make him feel the slightest bit better.

Sam walked to the bathroom door and knocked lightly, "Dean? Dude, I need a shower too, huh?"He sighed then as he leaned against the dresser, waiting for Dean to make an appearance. "You gonna spend all day in the bathroom?"

Yeah... he fucking wished he could do that, never look into his brother’s face again. Never look at his own.

Looking at the bloody mess that was his hand, he knew he needed bandages. Pulling a face, he tugged the door open and walked out, not expecting Sam to be hovering right there. He stopped mid-stride out of shock, then started for the duffle bag.

As Dean walked out of the bathroom, Sam smiled slightly at him, pulling away from the dresser. Dean stopped for a second, but barely even acknowledged he was there.
He frowned and reached out, grabbing Dean's arm, pulling him back.

"What, you're just gonna ignore me now? I'm not some bar slut, Dean." he said softly, before leaning in to kiss his brother, only to have Dean pull away from him.

Sam looked at him for moment, before nodding, "Fine! Whatever!" he nearly yelled it, before walking into the bathroom, slamming the door closed behind him.

Dean’s mouth burned from the kiss, and it pissed him the hell off. What? Did Sam really think this was gonna continue? That Dean would let him keep sacrificing himself? Like hell he would.

Grousing under his breath, he got to his bed, sat down and pulled the bag over. Digging through it with one hand, while the other continued to leave blood all over the place, he grabbed the bandages. He used a towel to blot his hand, biting his lip as the rough material scraped against his wounds. Then he held one end of the bandage with his teeth, and started wrapping the material around his hand.

It wasn't until he was in the bathroom, leaning back against the closed door that Sam noticed the blood. The mirror was busted to hell.
He sighed, hung his head. So Dean thought it was a mistake. Regretted it.
Fine. He wanted to be an ass, Sam could be an ass too.

Stepping into the shower, Sam washed quickly, shampooed and got out. Wrapped a towel around his hips and stood in front of the busted mirror looking into it. He hadn't started this. Hell, he never would have even thought of it. But, it had started, and now it wasn't bad, but Dean kept making it out like it was a fucking mortal sin, which Sam supposed if they were religious, it was. But, that was another story.

He hung his head as he grabbed his toothbrush.
Finishing up in the bathroom, Sam cleaned up what remained of Dean's "accidental" run in with the mirror and walked out.
When his brother looked up at him, eyes wide like Sam was an idiot to walk out in the towel he huffed and shook his head.
"Don't worry Dean, I won't come near you. I just need my clothes." he spat as he angrily grabbed up his duffel, then turned and walked back into the bathroom, shaking his head a he went.

What the hell was Sam thinking walking around half naked after... after last night and the nights before. Just yesterday, he’d stood behind the bathroom door and demanded his clothes. Now he was modeling his skin.

"Don't worry Dean, I won't come near you. I just need my clothes." he spat as he angrily grabbed up his duffel, then turned and walked back into the bathroom, shaking his head a he went.

Dean watched him for a long moment until he’d mostly disappeared. “What the hell did you think was gonna happen, Sam? We were gonna hold hands and walk into the sunset together?” he all but shouted.

Dammit, either he was a girl, or he was putting on a damn good act. “Listen, you don’t have to act like.... like last night. I’m not gonna kill myself, you don’t have to worry about that. We’ll... we’ll find a way, do the things we always do... hunt, it’ll be fine,” he nodded, trying to convince himself as much as his brother.

He wasn’t an animal. Even if the Alp and Sam had stirred up shit he’d never wanted to see the light of day. Even if it was gonna be hard now that he knew what Sam tasted like, how he felt shivering under him, how he sounded when he begged... when he came... Dean swallowed hard. It didn’t mean he had to act on those needs. He wasn’t going to fuck up his brother any more than he already had. That was final... if it killed him, it was final.

Sam dressed, and walked out of the bathroom, bending to grab up his clothes he'd dropped on the floor the night before and shoving them into his bag before sitting on the edge of his bed and putting his socks on. He slid on his boots lacing them, when he was finished, he zipped his duffel, grabbed his jacket and pulled up. It was only then that he addressed his brother, though he didn't look at him, but hung his head, "Ready?" he asked him, as he started for the door.

He paused at the door, hand on the nob and glanced over at Dean, a slight smile on his face, "Yeah, just like always." he nodded, "Fine." he agreed, before pulling open the door and walking out.

He walked over to the Impala, popping the trunk and tossed in his duffel, then walked to the passenger side to put his laptop in the back seat before opening the door and climbing in. He had left the trunk open for Dean, as he knew Dean was right behind him.

Looking out the side window, hand on the sill, Sam squinted into the morning sun. "So, where to?"

The slight hint of sadness in Sam’s voice made Dean pause a second. Nah, it was an act. It fucking had to be because it would make no sense otherwise. Or he was saddened by the whole incident, and who the hell wouldn’t be. Sad didn’t even cover it.

Pressing his lips together in a determined line, he walked behind the car and tossed the remainder of their things inside.

Looking out the side window, hand on the sill, Sam squinted into the morning sun. "So, where to?"

Slamming the trunk, Dean walked back around the passenger side. “Jellico, Tennessee.” It was a small town in the Appalachians. “Several people have been found dead… drained of blood. Then there was a sighting of someone who escaped the… morgue. You figure it out, while I get coffee.”

There was no way in hell he was driving off without his java. He headed to the diner which was just a short walk and ordered two large coffees. Even the smell of food failed to make him hungry. At the counter, he started to pay for the coffee and on second thought got an apple for Sam.

A few minutes later he was handing off the coffee and dropping the apple into his brother’s lap, before getting into the car. Feeling the weight of Sam’s gaze on him, he reached for his sun glasses and shoved them on. “Relax, long drive.”

By the time they were on the road, he was desperately missing the easy silences between them. Now it just felt awkward, even when they tried to make conversation. This time, he’d fucked up but good.

“Jellico, Tennessee. Several people have been found dead… drained of blood. Then there was a sighting of someone who escaped the… morgue. You figure it out, while I get coffee.”

Sam turned his head, looked over at his brother as he walked off toward a diner. He shook his head with a huff as he raised up slightly, reaching in the backseat for his laptop case. Sitting back in the seat, Sam pulled out his laptop and opened it, began hunting the net for anything sounding even close to those things happening in Jellico, Tennessee.

Sam was still frowning at his laptop screen when his brother returned and opened the car door. Sam glanced over, taking the offered coffee, before returning his attention to the computer screen.
It was then that an apple was dropped unceremoniously into his lap, making Sam look back up at Dean as he got in the car.
Sam just sat watching him, not thanking him for the coffee or the apple, just watching, wanting to see when Dean was actually going to look at him. As he watched him, Dean reached up, grabbing his sunglasses and shoved them on.

“Relax, long drive.”

Sam grunted softly in response, nodding as he closed his laptop and stuffed it back into it's case.
He'd found some articles, from what he had read, from the pictures he had seen, he was pretty sure they were dealing with vampires.
Not to mention Dean's little comment about the victims being drained of blood. But, Dean hadn't mentioned it again, so Sam wasn't offering information.

Letting his laptop slid back into the backseat, Sam slouched down in the seat as he picked up the apple and took a bite.
The fruit was juicy as hell and he had to slurp in the juice to keep from making a mess.
He saw his brother look at him from the corner of his eye and was about to tell Dean to 'come the fuck on!' when Dean looked away again quickly.
Sam sighed closing his eyes as he chewed. "If I fall asleep wake me when we're almost there."

Road trips were usually Dean’s thing, but this time, he couldn’t wait for the trip to come to an end. Things he learned on the ten and half hour drive: Coffeyville had coffee that sucked ass, ‘the Devil’s Bend’ was a sonovabitch to negotiate when driving fast, and trying to hate or keep a distance between yourself and the only person you loved was fucking hard work.

Every once in a while, he’d start talking normally to Sam and then come to a stuttering halt when reality hit him between the eyes over and over. The conversation coming from Sam seemed equally awkward which was likely the reason baby bro had his eyes closed a lot of the time.

Then there were the times Dean wished an alp was possessing him, then he’d at least have a half assed excuse for stealing glances at Sam when his shirt pulled up, or when he was positioned with his clothes pulled tight and revealing his muscular frame. He had to shake this, shake it before it drove him insane. At one point, the thought of forbidding Sam from swallowing crossed his mind because every time his brother’s throat convulsed, all Dean could think of was putting his brother’s mouth to use.

When it got too much, he’d grip the steering wheel so tight, it made his bandaged hand bleed and gave him something else to think about. He had to find an out… he just had to, because going ‘back to normal’ was hella impossible the way he was feeling. And the way he was snapping at Sam wasn’t fair either, he knew that.

Nine and a half hours into the drive and a couple of stops for gas and snacks later, he was shaking Sam awake again. “Road’s washed out. Have to wait until tomorrow to get into Jellico.” He cursed, “if I’d known, I’d have stopped in Knoxville. There’s one motel and one bar in this street town.”

Sam finished the apple and tried to relax, tried to find a comfortable spot in the car where he didn't feel so crowded.
He kept his eyes closed through most of the trip figuring that maybe if he didn't look at Dean, Dean might feel more comfortable around him again.
It seemed to have worked... for a little while, but uncomfortable silences stretched out between them more often than not.

So, he tried to sleep a few times, only to grow more uncomfortable. Thankful for the few times Dean stopped for gas and snacks so he could stretch his legs.
He felt Dean looking at him once or twice and decided he had better not look over. His brother was probably glaring at him thinking that he had done this to them...again.

Finally, sleep claimed him somewhere along the drive only to be shaken awake by Dean, “Road’s washed out. Have to wait until tomorrow to get into Jellico.” Dean cursed, “if I’d known, I’d have stopped in Knoxville. There’s one motel and one bar in this street town.”
Sam looked over at his brother and blinked. "Huh?" Road washed out?

Sam pulled himself up straighter in the seat and looked out the window, "How long was I asleep?"
Hand rose and he wiped at his eyes as he yawned and stretched in the seat, hands rising above his head as he tired to stretch his body out of the half bent over pretzel shape he had been sleeping in.
Dropping his arms back down Sam looked around with a sigh, "Well, a room it is then, I guess."

Sam pulled himself up straighter in the seat and looked out the window, "How long was I asleep?"

“For about the last hundred twenty miles.” He knew it irritated Sam when he answered hour questions in miles, but it never got old… at least for him. Dean might have added that he didn’t know how the hell Sam was gonna get any sleep after that long nap, but he couldn’t bring himself to say it after last night.

“They weren’t kidding when they said ‘blink and you’ll miss it,” he said, making a u-turn to go back to the small motel he’d just passed. It was nestled between large mossy trees and in the distance, he could see what looked like gigantic dark shadows … the mountains.

When he stopped in the small dirt parking lot, the tires kicked up some dust and had him frowning. His frown only deepened when it took too fucking long to rent one of the four motel rooms and impress on the manager of the dump that no, they did not need a personal tour of the room, and no, they weren’t tourists and didn’t want to sign up for a ride up into the Appalachians or see the ‘Nashville Review’ that the locals had going. Then his face almost turned thunderous when he was told the local bar was already closed for the night.

Pushing the door open and walking into the room, Dean all but groaned. It was so tiny, they’d practically be on top of each other. Wrong word choice.

Switching on the t.v. and getting nothing but snow, he turned to look at Sam. “Maybe you should take that ass up on getting a couple of videos.”

Sam turned his head to glare at his brother when he answered him about how long he'd been asleep. Did Dean not know how to friggin tell time?
He huffed then, shaking his head as he looked out the window at the 'blink and you'll miss it town'. And Dean was right, they weren't exaggerating.
Not by much anyway. Did the place even have a gas station? A corner store? Post office? Apparently not.

By the time Dean got their room, had talked to the manager...okay yelled at the manager, for about the hundredth time.
Sam had been waiting in the car until Dean's angry voice had filtered through the door of the office, and into the Impala.
Then he had gotten out and walked in to see what the problem was only to have to hide his snicker behind a fisted hand. He was tempted to ask the guy about the ride into the mountains, just to piss Dean off more, and normally would have, but things weren't exactly normal between them... not anymore.

Inside the room, which was about as big as a bread box.. lovely. More Dean grumbling.
Dean flipped on the TV to find that nothing worked, unless of course you had a craving to watch the static of snow on a television set, then you were definitely good to go.

Dean looked over at him then, probably the first real eye contact in...well, the past few hours anyway.

“Maybe you should take that ass up on getting a couple of videos.”

Sam, who was sitting on the edge of his bed, frowned and nodded. Okay, he could do that. Some air out of the 'Dean Anger Zone' would be nice anyway. "Okay." he sighed as he pulled to his feet and walked toward the door.

**

Sam walked back to the room fifteen minutes later with the only three VHS tapes the place had and a grin on his face.
This ought to be worth a few laughs.
Opening the door he stepped in, closing it behind him.

"Well, they only had three movies, and I brought all three, cause I wasn't sure which one you'd want." Sam told him as he walked toward Dean, holding up the first black VHS box.

"This here is a chick-flick. Something about a girl who dies, but she hangs around this guy after and they fall in love, he and this ghost girl that is. And well, yeah..." he grinned at his brother's huff.
Sam held up the next one, "This here is a documentary about the area, about the things to do and places to visit."
Again, the huff.
Sam hid his smirk behind the third box he held up, "And this one is a porno." Sam told him as he sat on the edge of his bed, video tapes tucked under an arm. "What'll it be?" he asked as he looked over at his brother.

"Well, they only had three movies, and I brought all three, cause I wasn't sure which one you'd want." Sam told him as he walked toward Dean, holding up the first black VHS box. "This here is a chick-flick. Something about a girl who dies, but she hangs around this guy after and they fall in love, he and this ghost girl that is. And well, yeah..." he grinned at his brother's huff.

“Trash.”

Sam held up the next one, "This here is a documentary about the area, about the things to do and places to visit." Again, the huff.

This time Dean merely pointed to the trash by swinging his eyes that way, then back. Somehow it felt like there was a drum roll playing right before his brother lifted up the third vid.

Sam hid his smirk behind the third box he held up, "And this one is a porno." Sam told him as he sat on the edge of his bed, video tapes tucked under an arm. "What'll it be?" he asked as he looked over at his brother.

Dean almost choked. When he looked into Sam’s eyes, he swore he read amusement where there really should be none. How could he think this was funny? After the last couple days? “You’re fucking hilarious.”

Shaking his head, he walked the few feet to his bed. “Forget the movie, I’m just gonna go to bed.” He didn’t turn around as he took his clothes off, the slid into the narrow bed. Pulling two pillows under his head, he groaned. “Lumpy… dammit.” This place was a total shithole.

Taking a deep breath, he spoke firmly. “Don’t try anything tonight or I’ll kick your ass.” It was fair warning. He’d been able to sneak up on him last night because he hadn’t had sleep for day, but now, he’d had enough rest. “Night.”

Sam pressed his lips together, tried not to laugh at his brother. He really did, but a small chuckle escaped anyway, before he nodded.
"Yeah, okay. I promise not to throw myself at you." he told him, as he placed the VHS tapes on the night stand and sat back with a sigh.
"Good night, Dean." he said softly.

Sam pulled up from the bed, tried to find something to do that wouldn't make a lot of noise and keep Dean awake. He wasn't sleepy yet, after that nap in the car.
After a few minutes of fumbling round the small room, he decided to grab something to snack on from the vending machine.
Walking out the door, making sure to be quiet about it, Sam left the room, returning a few minutes later with a bag of potato chips.
Closing and locking the door, he went to his bed and sat down, eating the chips. Making a hell of a lot of racket between the bag and the crunching, though he was trying not to.

After washing them down with the soda he had gotten as well, he pulled from the bed and undressed.
Boxers and tee remaining. He plopped onto the bed, only to have it give... a little too much and a lot too loudly as the bed broke.
With a sigh he tried to lay in it anyway, only to not be able to get comfortable at all now.

Turning his head he looked at his brother, who had his eyes closed now, laying on his stomach, arms up, tucked under his pillow.
Sam sighed and pulled from his bed, grabbing his pillow and took the one and a half steps to his brother's bed.
"Dean, scoot over."
Nothing.
"Dean, move over."
Nothing.
Sam sighed, and pulled back the sheet Dean was covered with and climbed into bed next to him, turning on his side to face his brother.
Don't kick my ass. The bed broke.

Sam leaned in and kissed Dean's sleep softened lips gently, before pulling away, laying his head on his pillow. "'Night, Dean." he whispered, as he closed his eyes.

It had been a long day of driving and his body was exhausted. He should be able to fall right asleep, but should was the operative word. How the hell was he supposed to get sleep with Sam moving around more than usual?

First it was the sound of the door being unlocked ever so softly… irritatingly softly. Dean’s eyes popped open and he counted the minutes until Sam was back, locking up just as quietly. Just fucking turn the lock, he wanted to shout.

Then just when he was about to drift off, there was the sound of a bag…. Sam was having a full on tussle with a goddamned snack bag. Gritting his teeth, Dean barely prevented himself from walking over and grabbing it from him. He heard the bag rip and looked forward to some peace and quiet.

It was a false hope. All he could hear now was the crunch, crunch, crunch of Sam chewing on what sounded like chips. He wasn’t gonna shout, no he wasn’t. And no, he wasn’t going to imagine Sam sucking on the tip of a chip before pulling it in his mouth. Groaning into his pillow, he forced himself to block out all thoughts, all this new found awareness that he really, really did not need on top of everything else.

He was just going under when a loud noise tried to pierce through the veil of sleep. Stubbornly, he clung to sleep, refusing to check on what Sam had broken now. If he did that, he might never get back to sleep.

He even managed to ignore Sam’s voice, but what he couldn’t ignore was the movement of the tiny bed, and then finding himself practically up against his brother. As he struggled to come awake, Sam’s lips brushed against his, and just like that… all his efforts to wall up his feelings, to set them aside, to bury them, went out the window.

Audibly protesting the short peck, Dean immediately followed, rolling slightly over Sam and slanting his mouth over his brother’s. All those nights so long ago when he’d been unable to sleep and obsessed over what Sam might taste like, feel like, they were so far away now. Sam was here, in his bed, and God… he tasted better than he’d ever imagined. He licked the salt off Sam’s lips and lifted his head slightly, waiting for his lips to part. Ignition. He took his time, exploring every corner of Sam’s mouth, stroking his tongue, engaging it in a forbidden dance that would lead straight to hell. But he couldn’t help it… couldn’t help himself, even as he ran his hand down Sam’s body, thrusting one hand under his ass to lift him closer.

He knew this was wrong. God help him, he knew he wasn’t asleep. He knew it wasn’t the alp. That he had no excuse, none. And yet he kept taking, groaning into Sam’s mouth as he ground his hips into Sam’s seeking relief for his now hard and throbbing cock.

Sam's eyes popped back open at the sound of his brother. He was awake? Sam looked up at his brother as he rolled slightly on him, then Dean was covering his mouth with his own and Sam's eyes slid closed with a soft sigh as Dean licked the salt from his lips. Dean pulled back slightly and Sam's lips parted, an open invitation for him to deepen the kiss.
What would Dean think if he knew that Sam loved the way he kissed? Loved the feel of his full lips against his own, the taste of his brother's mouth...

Dean took his time kissing him, seeking out and exploring every corner of Sam's mouth before tangling their tongues together.
He felt Dean's hand run down his body, thrust under him, under his ass to pull him closer and Sam moaned softly into his brother's mouth.
His brother groaning into his own as his hips ground against his.
Sam wrapped his arm tighter around his brother, pulled him to him, fingertips digging into his back, as he bucked and arched his hips in answer against his brothers.
So much for kicking my ass, huh?

Sam's hand moved from around his brother, pulling it between them, he ran his hand down Dean's chest, across his stomach to his groin.
slipping his hand under the elastic waistband of Dean's boxers to stroke his brother's hard cock, moaning into Dean's mouth.

Dean’s hormones went into overdrive. The taste and feel of his brother and the sounds he made were intoxicating. He was like a drug addict, sinking deeper, needing, and unable to keep his hands off the one person that had to be out of bounds.

One stroke of Sam’s hand closed around his shaft, and Dean almost lost it. In the grips of pure ecstasy, he felt the pressure build like there was no tomorrow. “Sam… Sam… Sam…” he groaned out, like he was caught somewhere between heaven and hell.

The sound of his brother’s name penetrated through the wild haze of need, and Dean suddenly pulled away. “Oh God…” he was breathing hard, his brother’s hand was in his boxers, and he was dying to make him his in every fucking way possible. “Sam!”

Pushing Sam’s hand away, and wincing at the aching need, he took a couple of deep breaths. “Okay, I get the Mr. Hood thing fucked me up, but what the hell… what’s with you?” He needed space, there wasn’t any. He needed to breathe, but they were so close, he was breathing in Sam’s scent, and that wasn’t helping any. “I told you… I’m not gonna kill myself, you don’t have to do this, you don’t. God damn it, I don’t want this for you.”

“Sam… Sam… Sam…” Dean groaned out and Sam moaned into his mouth, hips thrusting toward his brothers.
And then suddenly, Dean pulled away, “Oh God…” he was breathing hard, Sam's hand still in his boxers as Sam looked at him in confusion. “Sam!”

Dean pushed his hand away, wincing as he he took a couple of deep breaths. “Okay, I get the Mr. Hood thing fucked me up, but what the hell… what’s with you?” Sam continued to look at him in confusion. Um, I want my brother?
“I told you… I’m not gonna kill myself, you don’t have to do this , you don’t. God damn it, I don’t want this for you.”

Sam's confusion slowly melted away, as he sighed, hung his head, then looked back up at his brother, "Maybe we should rein-act Mt. Hood then." he suggested, as he reached out, ran his hand along Dean's arm.
Hazel eyes searching his face as Dean seemed to think about that for a second.
Sam licked his lips. "There's caves here. I can get in the same position, blindfolded," Sam shrugged, "Maybe you'll get it out of your system then."

For one crazy heart-stopping moment, Dean wanted to say yes. Maybe if he had Sam the way he’d imagined, maybe these feelings would go away. Then he felt Sam’s hand running up his arm, and easily caught it. “Don’t, Sam,” he said softy. Sam had to know what he was putting him through.

Taking a few deep breaths, he met Sam’s eyes. “Do you have any idea how broken you looked the day I found you tied up and leaning against the tree… when you picked up the phone? That was the third worst day of my life. Second was when you died. First… when I found out it was…” he looked away, “me.” He shook his head, not still finding it hard to believe he’d been the one to hurt Sam, to make him shake like that, to make him jump away from any touch.

Pressing his lips together, he asked again. “That’s not happening, not ever. You still haven’t answered my question. The truth Sam. I gave you my truth, I want yours. Why?” He stared at him. “Don’t give me your bullshit about wanting this, cause I know you don’t. I saw your reaction, and hell… even without it… this is… it’s… it’s nasty shit, even for us.”

“Don’t, Sam,”

The way Dean flinched under his touch, the sound of his voice, had Sam frowning in confusion.
He watched his brother take a few deep breaths before Dean's eyes met his, “Do you have any idea how broken you looked the day I found you tied up and leaning against the tree… when you picked up the phone? That was the third worst day of my life. Second was when you died. First… when I found out it was…” Sam's gaze dropped as he looked away, “me.”

Taking a deep breath, Sam licked his lips, raised his gaze to his brother's face again to see him shake his head before pressing his lips together.

“That’s not happening, not ever. You still haven’t answered my question. The truth Sam. I gave you my truth, I want yours. Why?” He stared at him. “Don’t give me your bullshit about wanting this, cause I know you don’t. I saw your reaction, and hell… even without it… this is… it’s… it’s nasty shit, even for us.”

Sam sighed, looked away, up at the ceiling for a moment before looking back at his brother, "You want the truth? Really? Are you sure you can handle it?" Sam asked him, raising an eyebrow as he pressed his lips together.

He nodded then, licked his lips, "Okay. Here goes." he said with a heavy sigh, "Why... because my brother came over to my bed one night and kissed me, dry humped me until I couldn't see straight. Scared the shit out of me. Then the next night, he blindfolded me, took me out to the woods and tied my arms up in a tree before teasing me to the point I thought I might die from that alone, but no, then he proceeds to fuck me so hard he's lifting me half off the damn ground." Sam took a breath, continued, "Then after I freaked, thought I was going to friggin die, puke, wanted to hide myself away some damn place and never come out again, then I started to have to admit to myself that, well, my brother made me feel pretty damn good and I don't think I've come that hard, like...ever. Then, the next time he comes to my bed, I don't know what to expect, but he's all caring and sweet and holding me and rubbing on me, and grinding his hips against me and I'm hard as a fucking rock, but then, he just goes to sleep, just leaves me like that. And I have to get up and take a shower and whack off." he looked down for a minute, smiled shyly, licked his lips, before looking back at Dean, "And you wanna know what I thought about as I did it? About him, fucking me in the woods. So, why you ask me?" he huffed softly, "I guess cause I'm as nasty and sick as my brother is now." he said with a huff, before closing his eyes.

Conversation over.

"Good night, Dean."

When Sam asked if he could handle it, Dean felt like shaking him. Yes, he’d been demanding an explanation, so he could fucking take it.

Then as Sam started to ramble about the things he’d done to Sam... getting off on him, scaring the hell out of him, shaming him, disgusting him... fucking him within an inch of his life, he wasn’t so sure he could handle it. His fists balled up, and he wondered why the hell Sam wsn’t hitting him yet. He wanted him to... he’d give him all the freebies he wanted.

Then the tone of what he was saying changed. Hard as a fucking rock. Swallowing as his pulse started to race at the description, Dean couldn’t look away. “You whacked off to... Sam?” NOW he slept.

Groaning out loud, Dean let his head drop back down on the pillow. “If dad were here, he’d put a bullet through my head.” Anyone would, for the things he was thinking right here, right now. Dirty, hot, nasty sex with his brother for Christsakes. He’d dragged Sam down with him.

He scooted as far away from Sam as the small bed would allow, and tried not to think about the heat from his body, his scent and taste, or how he felt under him earlier. He was gonna burn in hell. But first, he was going to be in sleep deprivation hell.

As soon as Sam closed his eyes he allowed himself to fall asleep. Dean had wanted to truth, the whole truth, well, now he had it.
It was actually a little freeing to get all that off his chest actually.

**

Sam woke the next morning the sun glinting through the window where the curtains didn't quite meet all the way, slanting directly across his face.
Lovely. What a way to be woken up.
Squinting, Sam opened his eyes, raising his head off the pillow. He turned to look at Dean, only he wasn't there.
The bathroom door was wide open, so he obviously wasn't there either.
Coffee? Had Dean gone to get them some maybe?

With a small groan, Sam let his head fall back onto the pillow, before pulling from the bed and staggering sleepily to the bathroom to do his morning business.
Walking out of the bathroom a a couple minutes and a few splashes of cold water on his face later, Sam went to the door and cracked it open, looking out. The Impala was gone.

Closing the door with a frown, Sam walked to the table and sat down as he tried to figure out where Dean could have gone.
Surely he hadn't.... No, Dean had told him he didn't have to worry, that he wasn't going to try to kill himself.
Looking around the room, Sam spotted a crumpled piece of paper laying on the floor near the garbage can.

Frowning he pulled from the chair and went over, picking it up.
Scrawled across the paper in Dean's handwriting was an address and a few other notes. Under which was written. NEST?

Sam gasped softly, crumbling the paper in his fist. No. Dean wouldn't do something that stupid....would he?
Yeah. He would.
Sam hurried to get himself cleaned up and dressed so he could go after the friggin idiot.

Sam’s last words clung to Dean even in sleep. He’d wrecked his brother. Sweet, innocent, naïve Sam who was the optimist in the family, the one who thought they’d make it, that they could be a normal family, that they should be... he’d brought him down to this level, made him “nasy and sick like my brother.”

And when he woke before the crack of dawn, it was that much worse. As sorry as he was for what he’d done. As disgusted and angry he was at himself, there wasn’t a damn thing he could so about the urges tormenting him while Sam slept next to him. He was rock hard just thinking of finishing what they’d started last night, and even harder at the though of sinking inside Sam, taking him, making him cry out and admit he belonged to Dean.

What kind of sick sonovabitch wanted to kiss his brother awake after touching him until he had a raging hard on? Dean’s heart was slamming into his chest just thinking about it. Maybe he should just get up and jerk off but hell, there was no room in this fucking place.

The ache between his legs was getting stronger with each sleepy sigh or movement from Sam. Mentally cursing, Dean got out of bed and away from temptation. Dad would put a bullet in his brain for the things he was thinking.

In the bathroom, looking at the tiny little mirror, he knew he was too much o a coward to do it himself. He’d already failed. But there was something else he was capable of, and maybe while he was at it, he’d take a lot of evil sons of bitches with him. Earn a few last points to try to ... nah, nothing could erase what he’d done to Sam, or what he’d become. An animal in heat for his own brother.

*

Dean was armed to the eyeballs, but he’d left the colt behind for Sam. He’d need it more and that scary thought almost had him going back. Almost.

Then his gaze locked on the vampires, some locked in lusty embraces, some covered in the blood of victims laying at their feet or chained to old farm equipment in the barn, and he knew there was no way he was leaving it like this. But he needed a fighting chance, and the shelter of darkness wasn’t it.

Determined, he walked outside to look at the dilapidated building. The hay loft was in shambles, the planks holding up the sides of the barn were rotted out. It was time to let the sunshine in...

It was a good thing the bastard vampires slept so heavily during the day. None of them came out to investigate the noise Dean made as he attached heavy chains to the load bearing beams that held up the side of the barn, and he hooked them to some old tractor, hoping to hell it had enough gas in its tank.
Starting it, he used and old plank to leave the gas pedal pressed and jumped off. It was moving slowly, pulling the long length of chains, and when they were pulled taut... surprise, sunlight.

Giving a grim grin, Dean reached for his dad’s machete. Gripping it with two hands, he headed inside, all traces of fear or caution gone with the sure loss of his soul and the knowledge he didn’t deserve life. He didn’t think of Sam, he deliberately didn’t allow himself to. He was a soldier. A killing machine. And if he died in battle, then it was his best day.

It was an adrenalin induced blood bath. Dean swung the machete like a madman, hacking, shopping off heads and limbs, shutting up ear shattering screams by bashing them with heavy equipment.

The vampires fiercely fought for life once they knew what was happening. A pitchfork slammed the wall right next to Dean’s head. He moved and it stuck the place his chest had been at a second ago. “Sonova---argh,” it bit into his thigh, and he rolled away, keeping a grip on the machete. Blood coated his eyes, but he didn’t know if it was his other theirs. The pitchfork was lodged under his throat, and he knew he was a gonner. Go on, you sonovabitch.

The barn walls creaked and shuddered, then one entire wall was ripped away, leaving beams and planks to shift and fall, as bright clear sunlight shone into the dark corners of the next.

Dean took a breath, his last one. And then he felt the sharp implement press down into his throat as the vampire roared with rage.

After showering, dressing and gathering what weapons Dean had left him, the colt included, into a duffel, Sam walked out of their room, leaving the duffel inside on the table by the door.
Maybe the manager could tell him something about the area, how to get to this place, this farm that Dean had scribbled down.
See what he had to say about it.
He walked into the motel office and began talking to the guy and found out a lot more than he had ever dreamed. Apparently Dean had come in and asked the guy some of the very same questions. Like how to get to the farm. Sam jotted down the directions on one of the free maps, thanked the man and headed out. Of course, there was still the issue of not having a car, seeings as Dean had taken his.
Sam was left with little choice but to steal one. Unfortunately, that one happened to be the nice motel managers old pick-up truck.

**

Pulling into the yard of the old, Sam saw the tractor moving forward on it's own, chains connecting it to the barn and then, the barn's one wall tumbled like a deck of cards.
Sam was up and out of the truck at a run in the next breath, colt tucked into the back of his waistband.
Coming to a skidding halt at the sight before him, Dean on the ground a vampire above him with a pitchfork, ready to plunge the thing into Dean's neck, Sam reached behind himself, grabbed the colt, aimed quickly and fired, hitting the vampire in the back of the head.

There was a whole light show going on inside the thing and then the vampire slumped to the ground, falling next to Dean on it's face.
Sam hurried over to Dean, pulling the pitchfork away from him, his gaze focused on his brother and the blood covering him as fear for his brother and panic washed over him in waves. What the hell was Dean thinking!? "Dean." Sam said his name and in that simple word, his brother's name were all the things Sam wanted to say, to ask...

He was so focused on Dean, Sam didn't notice the creak of the wooden floorboards behind him, didn't see the movement from the corner of his eye he should have as two vampire's crept their way closer.

(Joint Post)

Dean barely had a chance to draw a breath when he saw shadows behind Sam. “Sam,” he croaked, raising his leg in a sweeping motion and pushing his brother to the side as he grabbed the pitchfork from him and whipped it around. One of the vampires rushing him ran straight into it and was pierced clear through his stomach. “Sam!” he shoved the stick as far as he could and started to get up.

Sam stumbled to the side, turning in time to see the vampire that would have been his undoing had Dean not shoved him. He watched his brother with wide eyes as Dean shoved the pitchfork into the vampire through his stomach. As Dean started to rise, Sam moved to offer him a hand up, pulling him to his feet. "You alright?"

Grabbing Sam’s hand, Dean groaned as he got up. It was never that simple. One second later, he was proved right. The rest of the vampires crawled out into the sun and came at them and they were once again locked into a fight for their lives. Only this time, Sam was with him, and they knew each others’ moves cold. And he couldn’t afford to give in to the pain of his injuries, not when Sam was there.

Wood splintered. Bones cracked. Blood spilled. The colt fired. And then the brothers found themselves staggering out of the barn, one arm around each others’ shoulder, tired, hurt, but alive.

They made it to the old truck Sam had stolen and Sam leaned back against it as he looked at his brother. Raised a hand and wiped blood from his mouth with the sleeve of his shirt. "What were you thinking?" Sam asked him, glancing back at the barn pointedly.

Barely able to stand now, he leaned heavily against this wreck his brother had been driving. “What the fuck was I thinking? What about you... do you know what this thing looks like?”

The joke fell on flat ears. Letting out a breath, he looked over at Sam. “I wasn’t. I was trying NOT to think,” he nodded. He’d wanted to drive out all his thoughts once and for all. His guilt, lose all of it.” Biting his lip, he forced out a confession. “Back there, when I thought... when I thought I was gonna die for sure, there was one thing I regretted not having told you...” he had a lump so large in his throat, he could barely say another word.

Sam hung his head, sighed softly, before lifting his head again and looking at his brother, "What Dean? What did you want to tell me?" Sam let his head fall back against the side of the old truck, too tired for this fight again.

“It wasn’t all about sex, Sam. I know it looks like it was but I... it was more than that. I didn’t want you to think...” He shrugged. “Doesn’t make it any better. I know that.” Closing his eyes for a minute, he tried to get the strength to push away from the truck.

Sam slowly turned his head and looked over at his brother. ...wasn't all about sex, Sam... He smiled slightly, nodding, "Yeah... I know." he raised a hand, grabbing the collar of Dean's shirt, stopping him, "I meant what I said before...." Sam told him softly. "We should re-do Mt. Hood." he said softly, hazel eyes searching his brother's face.

Dean tried to pull his gaze away but failed. A muscle worked in his jaw. “Work it out of my system?” Hair brained scheme? That was the tone of his voice as he asked, but his stomach clenched painfully at the thought.

Sam sighed, "Dean. It...it might help you... feel better about.." Sam looked down, then back up, "everything." He didn't really think it would work it out of Dean's system at least he sorta hoped not, but it might make Dean feel better about what had happened already.

“Get in the truck. I’ll meet you at the motel.” Refusing to answer the question that hung between them, he pulled away and hobbled toward a shed. He’d parked his impala behind it. With every painful step, he blanked his mind, because he had to... he just fucking had to.

Sam huffed as he watched his brother hobble away, not answering him, not saying anything. Yeah, Dean. Ignore it and maybe it'll go away. It worked out so well before, didn't it? Still shaking his head, Sam made his way around the truck and slid behind the wheel.

THREE DAYS LATER ....

Dean had refused to talk about the Mt. Hood idea. Refused it the day they had returned from the farm, the next day when he even thought Sam might be working conversation in that direction he had glared at Sam like he was ready to stab him..and definitely not in a good way.
And matter had gotten worse from there with Dean almost avoiding Sam completely.
While Dean was off at the local bar, Sam took the time to watch one of the videos on the local area finding out that there were caves nearby.
Deserted area of caves.
Sam smirked slightly as he listened, jotting down the directions. It wasn't far, within walking distance actually.
Turning off the TV, Sam glanced at the weapons duffel then the door. Decision made, he pulled a few items out and left the directions on the table adding a few words before it.

Dean,
If you want your brother,
you can find him here:
the directions followed.

Slipping out the door, items he would need with him, Sam headed out.

**

Reaching the caves, he chose a spot well into the cave, in an area where the floor of the cave was most clear.
He drove the four stakes he had brought with him into the ground, sitting in the center of them.
After removing his long sleeve shirt, Sam tied his ankles spread wide apart before him, then tied a blindfold around his eyes and laid back, cuffing one wrist to one of the stakes before slamming his other wrist backward hard into the last cuff, so that the cuff fell closed around his wrist.
Then he waited. There in the darkness of the cave, made even darker by the blindfold, he waited.
Sam swallowed, before letting out a breath slowly. Okay, Dean. Come find me.

(Joint Post)

The note pissed Dean off like nothing else could. As he went chasing off after his brother, and found that the ‘short walk’ the manager spoke of really consisted of a nice steep climb, his mood took a nose dive for the worst. If Sam was up to what he thought...

What if someone else found Sam? What if animals did. What if Dean hadn’t found that piece of paper or had thrown it with the rest of the trash? What was Sam thinking? Is this the kind of schemes college boys came up with?

By the time he reached the entrance of the cave, his blood was pounding at his temples. It was fucking dark in there. Good thing he’d brought the torchlight. He was cursing, and hoping he was wrong, even as he raised the torch and right where two tunnels forked off, he saw a scrap of material. Right... his clue.

When he got his hands on Sam... He was at the entrance of a smaller cavern much quicker than he expected. He raised the torch and angry shout he’d been about to give stuck in his throat. Just like that, he was back there. Mt. Hood.

Heart racing, he approached Sam, his boots making a grinding sound against the stone underfoot. He stood right over Sam, his feet planted on either side of one of his legs as he moved the lantern, letting its light show him the bindings that held Sam. And the black scarf tied around his eyes.

He saw his brother’s throat convulse as he swallowed. Imagined his heart pounding as he wondered if it was Dean. But he said nothing, just stared down as heat coiled low in his belly and need slammed into him as surely as it had all those years ago.

Sam laid there for a long time, the cold of the cave floor seeping through his shirt, the hard ground making his back start to ache to the point he had to try to get a better, more comfortable position, which was hard to do bound, only managing to shift slightly against the hard ground.

It was just after that that he heard the sound of footsteps walking toward him, could tell whoever was approaching had a light, but the blindfold wouldn't let him see who it was. He swallowed hard as, for the first time since thinking this up, he was slightly worried it might not be Dean.

Although he wanted to ask, wanted to call out Dean's name, he didn't, only laid there still, waiting. If it was Dean, he'd know soon. If it wasn't well, he'd know that too.
Please be Dean.

Dean took another step forward, then dropped down one knee between Sam’s legs, his other foot still planted on the other side of Sam’s thigh. He leaned over and set the torch down so it lit up Sam’s body. He looked so vulnerable, so at his mercy.... and Dean didn’t get why this sent the blood surging straight to his cock, why it made his heart stutter, and made his throat constrict. It was wrong. Still wrong.

Hands on either side of Sam’s body, he crawled forward until his mouth hovered over Sams. He could feel the heat emanating from his body, and knew Sam could feel him too.

Slowly, whoever was there dropped down, the light was next to him, he could tell that. His head turned toward it, then back toward who was there. They hadn't moved much, hadn't done anything and Sam was beginning to think maybe it wasn't Dean.
Oh shit...

He swallowed hard, tugged at the cuffs holding his wrists. Licked his lips as he felt the person move, crawling forward. Could feel the person's breath ghosting over his mouth. Dean?

He could feel the person's body heat, knew how close they were. His head rolled to the side, as he pulled again at the restraints, before looking back. He hadn't planned on speaking, wasn't going to say a word, but he was starting to get mildly freaked out. He swallowed hard, his breathing harsher then it had been before. "Dean?" he asked, as he frowned behind the blindfold, unsure.

Dean was about to answer, but shouldn’t Sam have thought this through better? Yeah, he fucking should have never tied both hands, and he should have had a gun just in case.

Instead of answering, his gaze locked onto the pulse throbbing at the base of Sam’s throat. He moved his mouth over it, letting Sam feel his breath, but still not touching him as he reached into his boot for his dagger.

He pressed the flat of the blade along Sam’s throat, then used its point to cut a nick into the collar of his tee shirt.. There went the pulse again, Succumbing to the temptation, Dean suddenly tore the shirt open half way down Sam’s chest, and lowered his head, closing his mouth over the throbbing pulse that was driving him crazy. He sucked hard, showing Sam who was in control here.

There was no answer, no affectionate, "I got ya, Sammy." Nothing. And Sam's heart pounded in his chest. Oh hell. He was fucked. This was so not a good idea.

He felt the warm breath over the pulse point in his neck and Sam's eyes widened behind the blindfold. Couldn't be a vampire. He'd be dead already.... right?

Then Sam felt the cold metal of the blade against his throat and swallowed hard. His heart beating faster. Whoever this was they were going to kill him. His little seduction was going to end up his death. But, it was’nt his neck the blade cut into but his shirt.

Sam squirmed slightly. Lips parting in an almost gasp as the shirt was torn half way open. Then that mouth, that warm mouth was on his pulse point, sucking hard and making Sam gasp out loud, squirming under the person, as his hands curled into fists.

Sam’s reaction and the sound of the cuffs against the anchors that held them in place enflamed Dean. He sucked in his breath. Mine to do with as I want.

Right now he wanted Sam’s mouth. He dragged the cold blade up Sam’s chest, feeling him stiffen, seeing him hold his breath as he brought it up the side of his throat.

Sam felt the cold blade run up his chest and bit his lip, then gasped softly, as his body reacted unbidden to the feel of the knife, the warm breath... Sam stiffened, there was no way he was going to show that he was being effected by this. Oh God, please let it be Dean... Then the knife was at the side of his throat and all thought of pleasure, all thought that this could be Dean left him in a rush. He held his breath, waited for the person to slit his throat. Waited for the pain. Instead the knife moved up to his mouth. Still Sam didn't move, didn't breath.

As if mesmerized, Dean traced the edges of Sam’s lips, never nicking him, then replaced the blade with his mouth.

This was no soft kiss. He was hungry, and needy.... and he was taking what he wanted, right here. Crushing his brother’s mouth with his, he pushed his tongue inside and proceeded to claim every inch of the warm, most interior of his mouth. He grasped Sam’s jaw, making sure he couldn’t move away, not until he allowed him to.

That hot mouth was suddenly over his kissing him hungrily, that mouth crushing against his, tongue darting into Sam's, probing. Sam tried to move his head away, but the person grabbed his jaw, keeping his head in place, making him hold still and take it. Helpless to do anything else.

Dean didn’t stop until he managed to drag a muffled moan out of Sam. Raising his head, but lowering his body, he dragged his aching arousal up Sam’s body, letting him know his affect. “You’re all mine, pretty boy,” he growled, disguising his voice slightly, and letting the echo of the cave take care of the rest.

The person continued to kiss him, kissing him near senseless, Sam moaned softly into that mouth, just before it was taken away from him. His breathing was heavy as the body above him lowered and Sam felt the guy’s arousal press against him. The voice was a growl, sounding not like Dean, and yet there was a familiarity to it all the same. Please be Dean, please be Dean.

Then suddenly the person was gone and Sam was left feeling cold, abandoned though he could hear footsteps pacing nearby.

Dean walked back and forth, never taking his eyes off Sam. Trying to remember all the ways he’d wanted Sam, tapping into those day dreams that had tortured the hell out of him. Then he smiled and dropped to the ground on all fours, above Sam’s head.

Slanting his mouth over Sam’s, this time he kissed him upside down, his fingers pushing the scarf up as far it would go without allowing him to see. This time he took his brother’s mouth in a long, lingering kiss.

Dean...oh God.... Sam squirmed, his legs and arms tugging at the bindings as his mouth was ravaged. Please.. need you....

That’s it... that’s it... The sensation of Sam sucking on his tongue sent Dean’s mind reeling. He satisfied himself with the kissing as long as he could before pulling up. He started to undo his belt, making sure the sound echoed off the walls so Sam knew exactly what was going on.

That mouth, Dean's mouth, he was sure of it... Oh God he hoped he was right. Was torn away from his leaving him breathless, his chest rising and falling as he licked his lips, waited. He heard the sound of a belt being undone, and Sam bit his lip, squirmed against the restrains.

Excited by Sam’s restless motions, Dean unzipped and pushed his jeans and briefs down to his thighs. He was rock hard, and he needed Sam’s mouth around him. Now.

Crawling forward until his hips were low, and he was almost doing a ‘push up’ right over Sam, he balanced on one hand and brought his cock to Sam’s mouth,nudging him. “Suck it.” The order cracked like a whip, breaking the silence.

Sam felt the fullness of the cock at his lips, heard the barked order, Dean's order, and complied without hesitation, taking the head of his brother's dick into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the tip, before sucking, then lifting his head to take more of his brother in. He felt the rest of his shirt get torn away then and whimpered against the cock filling his mouth, stretching his lips. Then that mouth, that sinful mouth was on his skin, kissing a path down his chest, Dean's breath hot against his skin, sending shivers through him. Sam's hips bucked, as he tugged at the restraints, his mouth still working his brother's cock

Dean’s biceps bulged and strained as he skimmed his mouth accross Sam’s abs but kept his body slightly raised so he wouldn’t choke Sam. The heat his brother’s mouth was generating was starting to burn him up, and he was struggling for control. Struggling to kiss, and lick and nip... struggling to tease Sam when all he really wanted was to thrust, and fuck that sweet, hot mouth of his.

Then his brother’s thrashing motions captured his attention. He wanted more... needed it like he needed to breathe. Moving lower down Sam’s body toward his legs, he opened his mouth wide and captured Sam’s shaft, sucking and pressing on it through the rough material of his jeans. The increasingly loud sounds of the cuffs clinking and the desperate thrusts of Sam’s hips told him baby brother liked this. A whole lot.

When Dean's mouth made it's way to Sam's denim encased cock, sucking and pressing through the material, teasing him Sam thrashed harder, his hips bucking, wanting, needing more from Dean. He whimpered against his brother's dick, his breaths coming hard and heavy through flared nostrils, eyes squeezed tight behind the blindfold.

God Dean, please... He moaned softly against the head of Dean's cock at the back of his throat, as he moved his head, taking his brother deep, pulling back, his own cock aching for attention. Again he struggled against his bonds. Finally, he felt his jeans being opened, his leaking cock being freed and that mouth, taking it in, all hot, wet and tight surround his length. Sam moaned long and loud.

The cave echoed with the sounds of heavy breathing as they concentrated on fucking each others’ mouths. Sam... his Sam... to do with as he wanted was sucking him so good, Dean thought he would go out of his head with need. He started to mindlessly thrust, he was hurting so bad, he needed to get off. But when he felt Sam reach that point where he stiffened in his mouth, he quickly pulled his lips off Sam’s cock. “Not yet,” he croaked, easing himself out of Sam’s mouth.

His cock was hot, wet with Sam’s spit, and so fucking hard he couldn’t believe he was doing this. He got up, the sound of his labored breaths mixing with Sam’s. He knew Sam was disappointed, maybe even angry? Without seeing his eyes, he couldn’t tell.

A muscle pulsed in his jaw as he shucked his shirt and tee, and then his pants. Being away from Sam was helping him calm a little, but seeing him like that... not so much. And yet he couldn’t look away.

He walked next to Sam and tugged his jeans down lower, then realized he couldn’t get ‘em off in one piece. He’d seen the duffel, and hoped little brother had enough sense to bring extra clothes. Either way... the blade came out and he tore through the jeans, then peeled them off. The briefs were next, though he let Sam feel the press of the blade against the underside of his cock.

That body, Dean's body, was suddenly gone, his cock coming out of Sam's mouth with a loud 'pop'. Sam lay panting, confused, his head rolling as he gasped in air.

Then suddenly his jeans were tugged lower, suddenly the sound of denim tearing, being torn. Sam thought of the knife he had felt earlier.... And then it was there, the press of it on the underside of his cock, stealing Sam's breath away, in one loud gasp. He stiffened, held perfectly still, swallowed. Oh God, Dean...

That mouth was back, kissing along his thighs, his inner thighs, teasing. His dick twitched in anticipation as Dean's mouth drew closer, only to never seem to get there, hands caressing his abs, his chest, that mouth going to his stomach instead, kissing it's way up.


No, no.. Sam's head thrashed as he yanked harder on the restraints, his breaths panting out.

Bracing on his elbow, Dean kept his hand moving in slow circles low over Sam’s abs, always threatening to move lower and biting his tongue as he watched as Sam slowly go nuts. Fuck.. He moved his mouth over Sam’s ear, then hesitated... afraid of what Sam would think about this side of him, and sure he didn’t know. Fuck it, he’d gone this far anyway.

Sam felt the warm breath from that mouth near his ear, felt him hesitate and whimpered softly as he bit his lip. Please.. The hand on his abs promising more, but never giving...

He licked his lips. “Talk dirty. Do it,” he whispered hoarsely, moving his mouth over the shell of Sam’s ear.

Then Dean was whispering to him, his breath hot against his ear. Sam's hips bucked, before he licked his lips. Opened his mouth to speak, "Fuck me. Make me come. Claim me." his neck arched as he pulled at the restraints, with a groan.

He felt Dean lower himself down, Dean's body against his, skin to skin. Sam squirmed, his head thrashed. "please..." he whispered before he bit his lip.

“Yes. Gonna fuck you so hard... so hard. Gonna make you shout... so loud,” Dean crooned, moving hard over Sam, touching him all over, his hands hard and possessive, like they belonged everywhere he put them. “Gonna be inside you so deep, you’ll never get me out.”

As their movements grew wilder against each other, Dean moved so quick to cut the ropes that bound each of Sam’s ankles, they were apart for only seconds. “Put your legs around my waist.”

Dean swallowed hard when he heard Sam’s whimper and felt his ankles biting into his back. “Not yet.” He was talking to himself as much as to Sam. He was gonna do it right this time. Even if it fucking killed him. “Relax.”

This time, he used real ointment. The sort he’d much rather have gotten through mail. As he kept thrusting against Sam, and whispered dirty ideas, telling him how good he felt under him, how sweet he tasted and how good his dick felt in Dean’s mouth, he worked several fingers into Sam, stretching him, easing him open a little at a time.

Sam wasn't sure if he'd whimpered out of slight fear or anxiousness, but Dean was telling him not yet to relax, moving slower this time, opening him while he told him things that made Sam grow even harder, if that were possible.

Somewhere in the back of his mind he thought to be embarrassed, but he just couldn't bring himself to be, not right now. Not when all he wanted was everything Dean was saying, wanted Dean to fill him, possess him.

Sam felt the tip of Dean's cock at his puckered hole and his breathing stilled as he bit his lip, a small sound escaping him, half between a whimper and a moan.

The contact with Sam’s hole sent blinding pleasure through Dean. The urge to breach him, to thrust hard and deep was so strong, Dean didn’t know how long he could hold on. But the sound from his brother kept him in check, made him use the last remaining shreds of his control to go slowly, to work his way in even when every cell in his body was screaming at him to fuck hard, fuck now. He concentrated hard, listening to the sound of his own heart beats roaring in his head, counting his breaths... anything... anything to prevent himself from giving in to the intensity of his need.

“Oh God.... need be all the way inside you.” Dean’s voice cracked as he thrust lightly, hand under Sam’s ass, lifting him, groaning and resisting at first when he felt Sam dragging him close with his legs. “Need to fuck so bad, so bad,” he said as if in the grips of a fever.

"Then do it." Sam groaned out, as he pulled Dean in, pulling him balls deep inside of himself. Sam threw his head back, his mouth opened, but no sound came out, before he clamped his mouth closed again, biting his lip. His chest rose and fell fast as he panted his breaths, hands clenched into tight fists. Slowly he lowered his head, nodding to Dean. Letting him know he was alright.

Lust was riding him like a bitch, but Dean was motionless, holding it together a few more seconds before succumbing to the savage, aching need. Gripping Sam’s muscular ass, he pulled out slightly, and then drove back inside, clenching his teeth as Sam closed around him. “So fucking tight,” he breathed, thrusting his hips, his muscles rippling as he strove for control in a losing battle.



Sammy. He covered his brother’s mouth in a fierce kiss, his tongue weaving in and out, claiming him the same was his body was claiming Sam. As Sam responded, Dean reveled in his power over his brother, but something in the back of his mind told him he had it wrong. There was no room for thoughts anyway, not when he was this thick and hard, and not when he was banging his brother like there was no tomorrow.



The sounds of their grunts and moans filled the chamber, intensifying the experience. Fuck... he was hearing Sam in stereo, and what could be better than that?



The feel of his brother filling him, each thrust hitting that sweet spot inside Sam making him moan and groan like a cheap whore as his head thrashed, until Dean's lips crushed his own in a claiming kiss.



Dean's tongue fucking his mouth as well as his cock fucked his ass. Sam moaned into his brother's mouth as he pushed back against Dean's thrusts, trying to get more of him. Needing to be filled, with Dean.



Sam arched against his brother, trying to get friction for his aching cock that lay against his stomach between them leaking precome, throbbing for release.



Tearing his lips away from Dean's he panted his breaths through parted kiss swollen lips, "Please... need you to touch me." he breathed, as he arched up again, pulling at the restraints.



Watching Sam pull away from the restraints again and again turned Dean like he couldn’t believe. And when he plead like that...


Forcing his stomach down firmer against Sam’s, he increased the pressure on his brother’s trapped dick with every hard thrust of his hips. “How do you want me to touch you?” A smug smile played on his lips as he watched his brother come apart.

Sam gasped softly, bit his lip as he groaned deep in his throat, as he pushed back against his brother's thrusts.
He back arched, head rolled in answer to brother's question, no words were needed as Dean had answered it himself increasing the pressure, the friction against Sam's cock.

Feeling Dean's cock hit his prostate time and again along with the friction on Sam's cock, it wasn't long before Sam's eyes were rolling back in his head behind the blindfold, lips parted, as he panted out his breaths, feeling his orgasm rip from his toes, coiling in his stomach, before exploding through him.
"Aaagghh!" Sam cried out as he came so hard it stole his breath for a minute. His hot spunk coating their stomachs.

Dean started to go over the edge. "Oh God." He pushed the scarf up and off Sam. "Open your eyes. Want you to see who you belong to," he all but growled as he started to fuck harder, burying himself all the way inside Sam with every powerful thrust of his. "You're mine, Sam. Mine, mine, mine," he shouted, lowering his mouth over his brothers as his back stiffened and a powerful orgasm ripped through his system. He cupped the side of Sam's face and kissed him again, this time slowly.

When he rolled off Sam, he was still breathing hard. He freed him from the restraints and sat next to him, leaning over him as he ran his thumb over his brother's swollen lips and smiled. "Thank you Sammy." I love you..

The blindfold left his eyes, lashes fluttering at the command growled by his brother. Eyes opened, he blinked, focusing on the sight of his brother over him, coming inside him. Sam gasped softly, pushing back against Dean's thrusts, legs still wrapped around his brother's hips.

When Dean kissed him, Sam moaned softly into his mouth, relaxing slowly, he let his legs slowly slide down Dean's body until they came to rest, tangled with his brothers on the ground.

When Dean rolled off him, Sam couldn't help the small sound of disappointment that escaped his lips. Sam rolled his head to the side to gaze at his brother as they both lay breathing hard, trying to recover.
He watched as Dean unfastened the restraints, first one side then the other, though Sam didn't move, not right away. He only continued to lay there looking up at his perfect brother.

Dean sat down next to him then and Sam slowly pulled his arms down from the position they had been in for so long as Dean ran his thumb over his lips, smiling down at him. Sam chuckled softly at his brother's words. He had thought of a lot of different things that might come out of his brothers mouth at that point, however, 'thank you' had not been one of them.

Sam returned his brother's smile almost shyly and nodded as he reached up, cupping the back of Dean's neck as he raised up on one arm, and pulled Dean into a soft kiss. You're more than welcome... Love you too, Dean.

They stayed there for a while, in the quiet darkness of the cavern, away from the light and from their regular lives. There were kisses and caresses, muffled whispers and desperate cries. Dean quickly learned that little brother could be a wicked tease.


But when Dean felt Sam shiver with cold, he got up and pulled Sam to his feet. "Tell me you brought extra clothes, Sammy. I'd hate to try to explain to that idiot manager why it is I'm bringing home a naked Sasquatch," he waggled his brows. Under the teasing, it hit him he'd said home... because home was anywhere his brother was, how had it taken him this long to figure it out?

Standing to his feet, Sam looked around the cave floor, eye scanning the ground for the duffel he had brought. "Extra clothes?" Sam echoed the words as he stepped over to it, then crouched beside the duffel, reaching through the contents until he found what he was looking for.
He pulled out a clean pair of boxers, remembering the last few times with Dean, he had thought to bring those, but, a tee or jeans, those had not even entered his mind.

Sam pulled up, slipping the boxers on, then walked over and grabbed his long sleeve shirt, pulling it on as well and buttoning it, leaving the last three buttons at the top open as he always did, though normally there was a tee underneath.
He found his socks and boots and slid those on, then looked over at Dean, who was completely dressed. Sam frowned slightly, as he tugged at the hem of his long sleeve shirt, trying without success to make it longer.

The hem ending at his groin in the front and just barely covering his ass in the back. Thankfully he had thought of the boxers, but he still felt rather naked to be walking out of the caves and back to the motel like this.
A blush worked it's way across his cheeks as Sam looked at the cave floor, "Uh, this is, uh, all I brought." he said, peeking up at Dean shyly.

Boots... bare legs... shirt askew and getting tugged out of shape, as if that would help anything. Dean stood staring at Sam in disbelief, raising his gaze up to his brother’s face to find him wearing a pained expression, kind of like a kid who’d been caught. Even in the semi-dark he could tell Sam was blushing.

He cocked his head, watching his brother shift his weight nervously from one leg to the other. “Sam, just how did you think I was gonna get your clothes off?”
Right no answer. “Come on. I’ll just say you were attacked by a mountain lion. It spit you out cause something more delicious came around,” he said gesturing at himself as the obvious more delicious thing.

Grabbing the duffel from Sam, he put and arm around him and headed out the tunnel to the exit, where they’d need to climb down. He was about to, but something stopped him. Something that needed to get said.

“Sam?” He looked up and locked gazes with his brother’s hazel eyes. “When I said thank you, I meant...” his mouth pulled to one side as he worked up the courage. “I meant ‘I love you.’”

Sam had only cocked his head to the side when Dean asked him how he thought he was going to get Sam's clothes off of him. There were a lot of answers there, but no right ones exactly. The pained expression however stayed right through Dean's joke about the mountain lion. Sam thought briefly of telling Dean that there were no real mountain lions in the area, but thought better of pointing that fact out to him and instead only sighed as Dean took the duffel from him, leading the way out of the cave.

They reached the point where they were going to have to climb down slightly and Dean paused, calling to him.
Sam frowned and raised an eyebrow as Dean looked up at him, their gazes locking, “When I said thank you, I meant...” Sam watched Dean's mouth pull to one side. “I meant ‘I love you.’”

Sam smiled a slightly shy smile at his brother, dimples showing. He nodded slightly, "Yeah. I love you too, Dean." he told him, as he stepped up to him, leaned in, brushing his lips across Dean's.
He pulled back then, licked his lips thoughtfully, before glancing behind him, "So, that, uh, didn't get it out of your system then, huh?" Sam asked, still grinning.

That light brush of Sam’s lips sealed their fate. He couldn’t give it up, this up, even knowing it was so fucking wrong it went off the charts.

“Well... that took care of Mt. Hood, but there’s still Lake Quitman... and you know I haven’t fucked you on all fours yet.... and there was Hickory Flats where you had to go and sleep with your head back and your mouth wide open and all I could think of was...” Seeing the expressions flitting over his brother’s face, he laughed, and gripped a handful of his ridiculous shirt and pulled him down. “I’m kidding. But yeah, don’t think I can get this out of my system. I know ... I know I’m fucked up, that this is... its... and I still can’t let it go, unless you ask me to Sam.”

He held his breath, not knowing what to hope for, but knowing too damned well what his heart and soul wanted.

Sam stood there listening to his brother ramble on, Lake Quitman? He'd crawled through a friggin tunnel in front of Dean.... Sam raised his brows, looking a bit uncomfortable talking about this.
Hickory Flats? But nothing... And then Dean told him. Oh. His expression of discomfort only deepened.
Dean laughed then, and Sam let out a breath as he hung his head, smiled softly, before raising a hand to run over his face. A face he was sure was at least pink.
Dean grabbed his shirt then, pulling him down, “I’m kidding. But yeah, don’t think I can get this out of my system. I know ... I know I’m fucked up, that this is... its... and I still can’t let it go, unless you ask me to Sam.”

Sam looked into his brother's green eyes for a moment, not saying anything, face blank, before he licked his lips and took in a deep breath looking down thoughtfully, before looking back up at Dean, "We'll make a deal. You don't give up fighting... I want you out of this deal, Dean." Sam told him softly. The corner of Sam's mouth quirked up slightly into an almost smirk then, "And I'll see what I can do about falling asleep tonight with my head tilted back and my mouth open." he smiled outright then, dimples showing.

Dean’s heart beat against his chest as he waited for his brother’s answer. And when he had it, his eyes widened.

Sam spoke softly, but Dean knew that his brother’s will was strong and edged with a special kind of hardness that you might not see at first. Dean might be unbending like iron, but iron could break. Here he was, broken, and Sam had gotten his way... hadn’t he?

“You blackmailing me, bitch?” A smile crawled over his face. “Deal. Now c’mere and give me a taste of what I just bought.” Dragging him down, Dean cupped Sam’s neck and kissed him with all of the emotions that were exploding inside him.

Sam chuckled slightly to Dean's question as he looked down, sobering quickly and looking back up when Dean told him to c'mere.
Sam took a small step forward, leaning in as Dean cupped his neck, pulling him in for a kiss.

Sam moaned softly into Dean's mouth, his hands going to Dean's hips as he slowly walked them until Dean's back hit a tree.
He pulled his mouth away then, smiling at his brother. "We aren't going to make it back yet, are we?" he asked him, before looking down shyly, then raising his head again to capture his brother's lips once more in a heated kiss.

Dean was a little surprised to find himself crushed up against a tree with Sam taking control and kissing the daylight out of him. Looked like college boy had surprises up his sleeve. Putting his arms around his brother’s waist, he tilted his head back, giving Sam better access. By the time Sam broke the kiss, Dean’s breaths were coming harsh and fast. He gave a loud ‘whoop’ and grinned at Sam’s expression of disbelief.

He pulled Sam close one more time, forcing their bodies to touch. “Let’s continue this on a nice soft unbroken bed. I don’t want you claiming back pain or … knee pain as an excuse to get out of sex,” he chuckled, but knew there was truth in what he said. Sam might not have complained but the ground in the cavern had been partially stone, and he’d been quite rough.

Pulling away, he started to walk ahead, then turned. “And maybe one of these days, I just might let you drive.” With that, he started the downward climb, shaking his head every once in a while at the ridiculous sight of Sam in boots and boxers.

When they hit the ground and made their way to the old motel and it looked like the way was clear, they rushed past the open door of the reception office. A gravelly voice called out, “Did ya find yer idiot brother?”

Dean’s gaze met Sam’s as he shouted back. “Yeah… I found him.” Then he gave Sam innocent look and shrugged, “what? I was mad, and look at you… I wasn’t wrong. Now get your ass inside,” he opened the door, “and sit on the side of the bed, legs on the ground. I’ve got this pretzel move I wanna try out…”


THE END