It was much later than he normally woke. Nearly ten. Which unfortunately meant they had less than an hour to get up and check out of their motel room before having to pay for an extra day. Though the way every part of his body still ached, throbbing like one giant bruise, Dean almost didn't care if he spent the entire day in bed. He normally didn't feel this bad except after a really rough hunt going one on one with a really pissed off poltergeist or something.

The young man sighed heavily, rubbing his face. Considering if a shower was even worth it, though it might help ease some of his sore and still tired muscles. Though that would require moving as well, and despite everything… Dean looked down at the younger boy still curled around him, clinging to him tightly even in his sleep. His brother's head pillowed comfortably on his chest, his warm breath tickling him a little with every soft exhale.

The older boy sighed as he slid his fingers through his brother's warm sleep tosseled hair. Maybe it should have felt awkward, to say the least. Especially given the fact that they were both dressed in only their underwear and what had happened last night… But looking at his little brother's peaceful face, feeling Sam cuddled so trusting and loving against him, he only felt warm and comforted.

He didn't deserve this kind of love and devotion, and yet he knew he couldn't live without it.

Dean sighed again as his fingers moved down to gently rub the sleep warm skin at the back of his brother's neck. Coaxing the younger boy awake slowly.

"Sammy, its time to get up."

Sam was in a nice warm place his dreams still lingering but too hazy for him to recall them as he slowly became aware of someone calling his name. He tried to ignore the voice and snuggled further into the warmth next to him mumbling, "tired, stop talking." Some part of his mind registered it was his big brother and he smiled as he lazily dragged his hand up his brothers chest to find his mouth before covering it and mumbling "shush."

He wanted to giggle as his brother pulled his hand away as he could imagine Deans face, but he was too tired, his bones felt heavy and he found it impossible to open his eyes. He didn't know what time they finally slept last night but he knew it was late ........ that thought bought back all of last nights memories and he felt himself blush. He wondered if it had been a dream, but then how come he was wrapped around his big brother like this?

It was too much to be thinking like this, so early and he moaned into his brothers neck just wanting to sleep the day away and put off facing his thoughts and his brother. Though even if Dean let him sleep, which was unlikely, he knew his mind wouldn't let him sleep now, he had too many thoughts buzzing around wanting to be answered.

Deciding to talk before Dean dumped his ass on the floor he mumbled into his neck, "what times it?"

In spite of everything, Dean couldn’t help but smile at his brother’s sleepy reply. A small laugh escaping behind Sam’s hand when the younger boy covered his mouth and shushed him. Sometimes his little brother was just too damn ‘cute’ for his own good. He pulled his brother’s hand away, feeling only a little irritated, but not even bothering to fake a frown at his brother since Sammy wasn’t paying any attention to him anyway.

He was tempted to just let the younger boy continue sleeping. Since he didn’t really feel like getting up right now either. But they really couldn’t afford to waste money on paying for the room another night when they didn’t really need it.

So when his brother asked him sleepily what time it was, maybe trying to get them back a little to where they were supposed to be, he did what any big brother would do. He began to tickle the younger boy.

“I told you. Time to get up.” Dean laughed as he tried to keep a hold on his now squirming and protesting little brother.

Sam found himself woken up in a really cruel shocking way as those talented fingers found every ticklish spot and he screamed in protest through his fits of giggles, "Stop, Deaaannnn, lemme go...." He tried desperately to escape his brothers hold and squirmed madly against him tears rolling down his cheeks as he laughed too much.

As Dean stopped for a second he had a moment to realise his hands were free to attack back, as Deans hands found his ribs again he started in on his own attack giggling like a girl. His fingers moved up his brothers sides but he knew he wasn't doing enough damage due to having to squirm away ever few seconds when it got too much.

The tickling was almost painful now and he was gasping for air and pleading with Dean to stop but his big brother was determined to kill him it seemed. So seeing the only way out of it Sam's fingers found his brothers nipples and twisted them. He knew it was not hard enough because he lost his grip through another fit of giggles and squirming, so he tried again knowing that if he twisted them enough it would hurt enough to stop his brothers attack. His fingers found his brothers nipples again and he was ready to twist when he realised Dean had stopped tickling his fingers were stroking the sensitive skin now in a way that made him squirm for other reasons.

For some reason he was reluctant to look at his brother so focused on where his fingers were instead, he had no idea how Dean would respond but he needed to know either way where things stood between them, was he allowed to touch like this or would he be stopped. He could feel the tension between them and felt a strange excitment building in him as he let his fingers twist the nipples gently his fingers sliding over them in a soft caress

Dean couldn’t help but laugh right along with his little brother as the younger boy squirmed and giggled on top of him. Easily avoiding Sam’s attempts at retaliation and ignoring his pleas to stop.

It hadn’t really been his intention to ‘torture’ his brother too much when he’d begun this, but now that it had started, he couldn’t really bring himself to stop. It felt good to laugh and horse around with the younger boy. It was good. It was normal. What all brothers did…

At least, it was until Sam went to give him a titty-twister, which in itself wasn’t much out of the ordinary since his little brother wasn’t above playing dirty when he needed to. So he simply shrugged off the first feel of his little brother’s fingers against his nipples.

However when the younger boy managed to get a firmer hold, Dean froze. His breath hitching in his chest as the gentle pinching and caressing made his nipples tighten underneath his brother’s fingers and sending a rush of heat straight to his cock. Pulling a moan out of him against his will.

“Sam…” His brother’s name rushed out of him barely more than a breath. Feeling slightly dizzy even though he wasn’t the one who’d been tickled breathless.

Stop… he had to stop this… but he was still frozen. At least, his mind was. Because his hands were still moving. Gentler now on his brother’s soft flesh. Fingers spread wide along the younger boy’s ribs and sides. He could feel Sam’s heart beating hard and fast beneath his fingertips. Much like his own.

He wasn't sure what he had expected but the moan was unexpected, as was the reaction it caused, his cock hardened at the way his brother moaned his name and he felt light with relief. He had been so worried Dean wouldn't let this happen between them, his fingers caressed the nipples again as he snuggled into his brother.

He wanted to kiss Dean, he wanted to feel his brother pressing against him as their tongues met allowing him to explore with his hands, only he was too nervous and too young to initiate that or ask for it. So instead his mouth found a familiar place, his brothers neck was fast becoming a safe place to hide his face whilst his hand did their exploring, he pressed lazy gentle kisses against his brothers neck as his hand stroked over Deans hard body.

He hesitated as he reached the waistband of Deans boxers, he knew what he wanted, only he wasn't sure if it was allowed or if it would break his brother out of the moment. His brothers hands were stroking his sides slowly as if he were in some kind of trance, the soft touches were making him shiver and squirm slightly but he didn't want it to stop. What he wanted was to be able to touch his brother how he wanted but he was unsure if Dean would allow him to explore further so he hesitated,

"...."Dean?," his voice was barely a whisper but it asked the question he couldn't find the words for.

His little brother snuggling into his neck, pressing sweet soft kisses into his skin making his pulse race beneath the younger boy’s lips was driving him insane. Making him want… making him need in ways he shouldn’t. Sam’s fingers exploring his chest, his stomach, making his muscles clench. Making his skin burn.

It would be so easy, so damn easy, to just let this happen. To give in to what they both wanted… but what would happen later? Maybe years from now, when Sam looked back and saw him for the pervert he really was. Maybe his brother would even hate him. For stealing away his innocence…

That thought, combined with when he felt the younger boy’s fingers brush against the waistband of his boxers broke him from his trance and he forced his hands away from Sam’s skin to grasp his hands. Holding them gently, but stopping his brother from touching him any more in ways he shouldn’t.

“Sammy wait… please…” Dean panted as he tried to regain control of his senses. Tried to force down the desire he shouldn’t even feel. Try to ignore the ache in his groin, how hard he was. Hard for his baby brother… He was such a sick fuck.

He forced his eyes open as he carefully pushed his brother off of him a little. Holding Sam’s arms in a tight but gentle grip. Easing the younger boy away so he could look in his brother’s eyes as he spoke. Pleading for him to understand.

“We can’t do this, Sammy. You have to know why we can’t… No matter how much I want, no matter how good it feels… You’re only fourteen. You’re my baby brother. If Dad knew how I touched you, he’d skin me alive, and with good reason. I don’t want to be like… that fucking pervert from last night. I love you, Sam, and I don’t want to hurt you, or fuck you up…”

Sam froze as his brother pleaded with him to stop, he felt sick and ashamed as Dean gently pushed him away, he should have known better than to push things, Dean didn't want this. As he met Deans eyes he felt shame at his brothers words, because he didn't know this was wrong and he should, this would make any normal guy question his sanity, he wasn't normal. He clung to his brothers next words, Dean wanted this? but then why was he pushing him away if it felt so good, was Dean just saying that to stop Sam feeling bad for showing how much he wanted his big brother?

The sick feeling just got more intense as his big brothers words sunk in, Dean thought he was hurting him, he thought he was sick like that guy last night and that was all Sam's fault. Dean would never have taken things this far if Sam hadn't of pushed it, if he wasn't so fucked up last night never would have happened and Dean wouldn't be punishing himself for it. Dean prided himself on being Sam's protector and now he felt like he had hurt him in the worst way possible, Sam knew how much that had to be fucking with his big brothers head. Of course he was worried what dad would say too, he would be blamed for it by their father, not Sam even though it was him that wanted this, him that had started it.

Desperate to stop his brother hurt he shook his head, "Dean you never hurt me, I wanted it ...... don't think your like that guy..... your not Dean," he knew it was useless and could only think of one way to make it all better again.

The Winchester way.

Which meant ignoring it and forgetting it ever happened, "we can just forget it happened Dean, I won't try anything again, we can pretend it never happened if you want?" He could feel his heart clenching at the offer, because he wanted this, he wanted to be with his brother this way but not at his brothers expense. Dean had given into his needs last night, he had given his baby brother what he needed as always and now he was punishing himself for that. It wasn't right, Dean shouldn't suffer because of his own wants.

For once he could be the one to sacrifice something for his brother, he could do this, it wouldn't kill him, even if it felt like it was, he could do this.

"Lets just forget last night ever happened, OK?"

Sam knew however, he would not forget last night as long as he lived, it was the single most cherished moment in his short life and he couldn't see many moments topping it. Especially as he wouldn't get to experience that ever again.

Dean couldn’t help but smile at his little brother’s attempts to reassure him, even though that was his job. To look after Sam. To make sure nothing hurt him. He never thought that his younger brother might one day need protection from him.

But the younger boy’s reassurances that he hadn’t hurt him, that Sam had wanted it, managed to lighten his heart in spite of everything. In spite of knowing that his brother was too young to really understand, to know what he wanted, and maybe even to understand how wrong it was what Dean had done.

Maybe he wasn’t like that man who’d tried to pick up his fourteen year old little brother last night. He actually cared about Sam after all, didn’t want to hurt him, though he didn’t know if that made him better or worse.

He didn’t know if just forgetting the whole thing was going to solve the problem. Or if it would even be possible. Maybe things had changed forever last night and they’d never go back the way they were. Sharing beds together was pretty much out of the question from now on. What about the hugs or even kisses they’d shared so easily before now? Would those be gone too? Those were painful thoughts, but what was the alternative? Separating… ? Never seeing each other again?

No. Dean would do whatever he had to make sure that didn’t happen, he swore. He nodded as he sat up to gently hug his little brother tightly against him. Maybe for the last time.

“It’ll be all right, Sammy. I promise.” He whispered gently, running his fingers through his brother’s soft hair before easing back again. Trying to force all the reassurance he could into the smile he gave the younger boy. “Come on, we better get going. We’re going house hunting today, right?”

He hoped that reminding his brother of their plans, back on track after the brief derailment from last night, would hopefully brighten the younger boy’s mood.