He was being fucked within an inch of his life and begging for more, and then his eyes opened and his heart almost stopped. It had been so real, so real his cock was pulsing and he had to battle the urge to rub against Dean’s ass.

Slowly moving away, he looked over as his brother, sleeping peacefully, and then at his dad, whose head was practically under the cover – probably to avoid the light. Letting out a sigh of relief, he got up and padded to the bathroom, glad no one would notice or could comment on the state of his tenting shorts.

A few minutes later, he had the shower on and was leaning with his forehead against the cool tile, imagining Dean behind him. His hand moved up and down his shaft, the friction adding to the pressure that had been building all night. Just the thought of taking Dean inside him, clenching... sheathing Dean as his brother whispered hotly in his ear and held him so tight it almost hurt, had Sam clamping down on the need to call out.

He started to move faster, his breaths coming out in gasps as he breathed in the hot, moist air and thought of Dean’s tongue inside his mouth... the struggle for control, the knowledge he’d lose but like it. Painfully hot now, he gave a low moan, and then all hell broke loose. He came so suddenly, so hard, he forgot to clench his teeth together and called out Dean’s name.

Eyes opening in shock, he kept stroking himself, coming down slowly, and hoping to hell it had just sounded louder to his own ears. Licking his lips, he stayed there for a while longer, trying to get his thoughts and feelings in order.

*

Sam walked out with a towel draped around his waist. His father was still asleep, but his brother was half sitting up and their gazes locked. Feeling like Dean could see right through him, Sam held his breath and froze like a deer caught in headlights.

When Dean woke up he was alone, much to his disappointment. Well, he wasn’t really alone since his father was snoring away in the bed next to his, but his brother was gone. Not long, since the space beside him was still warm, but that didn’t stop him from frowning a little. Especially considering what had happened after the last time he’d woken alone… but he didn’t really want to think about that right now.

The sound of the running water from the bathroom was pretty much a dead giveaway where the younger man had gone. Dean sighed softly, pouting a little, as he rolled onto his back and stretched languidly. It was then that he picked up the soft moan with his sharp ears, the sound leaving little doubt what his brother was doing and Dean didn’t know whether to be amused or a little irritated. Since he wanted to be the one making Sam moan like that, not the younger man’s right hand.

As he listened to his brother pleasure himself in the shower, Dean found his own hand slipping underneath the blankets. His fingers curling without shame around his already half hard cock, stroking himself as he imagined Sam in the bathroom. How the water would be caressing his brother’s skin in warm rivulets, following every valley and curve of muscle, while Sam’s hand moved over his flesh. Imagining it was him.

Maybe the last part was only wishful thinking, though the overly possessive part of him growled that it better be him that Sam was thinking about. His ‘worries’ put to rest when he heard his brother come, his name spilling from the younger man’s lips and Dean had to bite off a too loud groan that could have woken his father.

His hand working faster on his flesh, not stopping even when he heard the bathroom door open. Opening his eyes to look at his brother, half heat/ half amusement in his gaze, not bothering to hide what he was doing. Though the sight of the beautiful young man standing there, watching him, half naked and still dripping from his shower was all that he needed to push him over the edge, his muscles tensing, his back and neck arching as he found release. A quiet groan the only sound escaping his lips, his come splashing hot across his stomach and fingers.

Every muscle in Sam’s body tightened, his stomach clenching hard with the realization that his brother was getting off right there, his gaze tracking him... making it clear who it was he was getting off to. For the life of him, Sam couldn’t look away, couldn’t stop his pulse from racing, or the sharp gasp that left him when Dean got that intense look and came.

Trying to act nonchalant, though he was sure the heat in his cheeks gave him away, Sam picked up his clothes and went to sit on the bed next to Dean. “You’re nuts. I mean seriously nuts. Do you always have to push the envelope?” His gaze went to the lump in the next bed, then back to Dean, lingering on his brother’s lips for a moment as he struggled not to be like Dean, not to push that envelope, not to risk getting caught.

Giving a sound of frustration, he turned away and started to pull his shorts up his legs, towel still firmly about him.

Dean had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing aloud at the expression on Sam’s face, for a moment his brother looking like his eyes were about to fall out of his head. Though the younger man quickly recovered, attempting to look unfazed as he came to sit down beside him on the bed, though the bright color in Sam’s cheeks, not to mention the sharp smell of arousal coming so clearly from the younger man gave away he wasn’t so unaffected as he pretended.

He grinned as he adjusted his shorts, tucking himself away, before he threw back the covers. Shifting to kneel behind his brother, slipping his arms around Sam’s waist, his fingers still damp with his own release as they lightly traced along the hard contours of his brother’s stomach. Then Dean wiped off his hand off on his brother’s towel with a grin.

“Maybe you don’t push it enough.” He whispered softly into the younger man’s ear before he pulled away and climbed off the bed. Not wanting to get yelled at again for molesting his brother when their father was in the room he headed for the bathroom.

“Next time? Wait for me.” He said before closing the bathroom door, though he left it open a few inches in invitation.

Sam half heartedly cursed under his breath. How could a gesture so damn dirty be a turn on? How?

His hand slid over his stomach, where Dean had touched him... where his skin still burned. No... no he wasn’t going to fall for Dean’s challenge, he just was not.

Getting up, he quickly found his jeans and pulled them up, zipping up. Dammit, predictably tight around his cock. This was Dean’s fault.

He glanced at the bathroom door, noticing there was no sound of water, nothing. Did he really think that he could issue a challenge and that Sam would just fall into it? Hell no. Yeah... that’s why he was padding toward the bathroom, to tell him just that.

And that’s why the instant he pushed the door shut behind him, he was in Dean’s arms, seeking he heat of his mouth. It was crazy... he was crazy to want this, to need it... to need it so bad he was kissing his brother with his father in the next room. Crushing his mouth harder against Dean’s, he tried to suppress a moan, tried not to want to peel his jeans off and make Dean touch him the way he’d been touching himself. “Do you know how crazy this is?’ He whispered thickly, between mind drugging kisses. “Do you?”

He had been standing in front of the bathroom mirror, staring at his reflection with a small frown. The bruise on his cheek was already nearly healed. As was the cut on his lip where he’d bitten it and Sam had reopened the wound with a lucky punch. Another day or two, and the marks would probably be completely gone. The bite on his inner thigh didn’t even hurt anymore.

He was healing faster. As though he needed any more reminders how much of a freak he was now...

Dean sighed softly, but when he saw his brother enter the bathroom, obviously having accepted his ‘offer’ he couldn’t help but smile a little as he turned around to face the younger man. His arms slipping around Sam and tugging him close with a groan of pleasure as their mouths met.

His fingers not hesitant in the least as they explored up and down the length of his brother’s back while he explored his mouth with his tongue. Feeling almost drunk on the taste of the younger man and loving the feel of his brother’s muscles shifting and moving underneath his hands as Sam pressed even closer to him.

“Don’t care…” Dean panted softly before sealing his mouth over his brother’s again, tangling his tongue with the younger man’s as his hands slid down underneath the waistband of his brother’s jeans. Cupping and caressing Sam’s ass, encouraging his brother to grind against him.

Always pushing the envelope. Always taking control. All the things that Sam usually railed and fought against, and here he was being driven to the edge each time he willingly put himself in his brother’s power, let him maul and mold him... do whatever he wanted with him.

His ass clenched under Dean’s palms, hard and demanding, holding him so damn tight, bringing him into harder contact with his brother’s body moving against is, so hot, so aggressive. “Dean... oh God...” He was burning up, burning for Dean, thinking only of Dean, needing him so damned much, touching him, running his hands up and down Dean’s back, then cupping his head as their kiss intensified.

Dean was half a second away from turning Sam around and shoving him up against the sink. Ripping down his brother’s jeans, opening him up with his tongue and fingers, and burying himself to the hilt inside of the younger man’s body. He’d been on fire for the younger man ever since last night. Even though he’d just come he was already hard and aching again, creating an embarrassing wet stain on the front of his underwear but he didn’t give a damn.

That was, of course, when he heard movement in the other room signaling that their father was now awake, probably would want to use the bathroom soon, and the elder man tore his lips away from his brother’s with a frustrated growl.

“The man has the worst fucking timing ever!” He hissed under his breath. Pressing his forehead against the younger man’s shoulder, trying to regain control over his breathing, not to mention his body. Resisting the urge to continue grinding against Sam despite how much he wanted to. Not wanting to make things ‘worse’ as his brother had put it last night.

“No...” Sam started to demand his brother give him more, when Dean’s words slowly cut through the haze in his mind. “He... he’s awake?” His heart slammed into his chest, but even fear of detection didn’t stop him from trying to steal another moment.

Swallowing hard, he licked his lips. “How’re we gonna do this?” It was rhetorical question, and he wasn’t sure they could. Not when he was aching for Dean and they hadn’t even parted.

He felt Dean’s mouth move from his shoulder to the side of his neck. At the first hint of sucking in place, he gave a heated, “No,” instinctively knowing that that Dean was dying to mark him. Again. “Dean, can’t ... just no.”

Taking a few breaths, he forced himself to push away and turned to the sink. Grabbing a toothbrush and sticking it in his mouth for no reason other than as a prop in case dad came in, he turned the water on. When he glanced up in the mirror, the heat in his brother’s eyes had him weak kneed like some girl. Feeling the heat steal up his cheeks, he gave Dean a look, asking for mercy.

Dean growled in disapproval when Sam once again told him no, and pulled away, but he didn’t try to reach for the younger man again. No matter how much he wanted to ignore Sam’s protests, ignore their father in the next room. No matter how much he wanted to just grab his brother and fuck his mouth with his tongue, grind against him until they both came screaming. But he didn’t. He resisted, barely. Instead ignoring how hard he was right now, tenting the front of his shorts, aching…

He bit off another groan, when his brother stuck his toothbrush into his mouth. That so should not be a turn on in any way, but somehow it was. Though it probably had more to do with the way Sam was looking at him in the mirror. Longing and pleading at the same time. His hands clenched into fists at his side to keep from reaching for his brother again and he took a deep breath, closing his eyes for a moment.

Though that didn’t really help all that much considering the younger man’s scent, his brother’s arousal, was driving him insane as well.

God give him strength.

When he opened his eyes again he didn’t feel any more centered, however at least he had a plan now.

“Brush your teeth, and get dressed. I’m going to take a shower.” A damn cold one. “When I’m done, we’re going out for coffee.” It wasn’t a request. It was a demand. He didn’t care.

Not waiting for Sam’s response Dean stripped off his underwear quickly and got into the stall. Turning the water on as cold as he could stand, hoping that by the time he was done at least he wouldn’t still be sprouting an erection when he had to face his father.

Dean’s commanding tone and underlying meaning had Sam gripping the edge of the counter. He could just imagine Dean whispering in that same tone, in his ear. He really needed to get a grip. “Coffee. Really? That what they’re calling it these days...” he barely managed to get out, before getting a glimpse of Dean’s bare ass, and the shower door closing.

Letting out a breath, he rinsed the tooth brush, tried not to look the fogged shower glass, not to imagine what would happen if dad weren’t here. Biting his lip, he walked out.

“Morning,” he wiped his hand over his mouth and walked to his bag to grab a shirt. “Didn’t wake you, did we?” Under his lashes, he nervously searched his fathers face, hoping the man had been as soundly asleep as his breathing had indicated.

John looked up and grunted a greeting to his younger son, scrubbing his tired eyes wearily with his hand. Feeling as though he hadn’t slept at all despite the fact that it was nearly noon. It was truly a rare occasion that his boys were already up and out of bed before he was.

“No.” The elder man answered simply, not much for conversation in the morning until he had his coffee even under normal circumstances.

He heard the shower running in the bathroom, so it wasn’t much of a stretch to figure out where Dean was. Good. Because he wanted to talk to his younger son alone for a minute. John waited until Sam finished dressing before he asked, “How is your brother?”

No… he said no. Sam blew out a breath of relief until his father asked about Dean. He licked his lips and looked over at his dad, wanting to ask exactly what he meant. Did he mean was he acting different, as in horny all the time and for his brother to boot? Or was his wound doing well? Or…

No, if dad had any inkling… any… he wouldn’t be so calm. Unless he was trying to trap him into lying. It wouldn’t be the first time.

Okay, he was being paranoid now. And his paranoia might make his dad suspicious, where he might not be right now. Forcing himself to pull his shirt on, Sam answered. “I think he’s okay. His wound is doing…” his head emerged from the tee, “… real good. It’s not infected and he’s walking a lot better.”

He felt the weight of his dad’s gaze and sat down, trying not to fidget. “He’s had his ups and downs,” he shrugged. “I think he’s sorry for… for what he tried, and he seems okay today.” That didn’t mean he hadn’t tried before, or that he wouldn’t again. Sam knew that only too well, and it would eat him up until this thing… this werewolf thing was resolved.

John Winchester waited as patiently as he was capable of being. Though he didn’t fail to notice how Sam hesitated before answering his question, and then answered very carefully. Causing the elder man to frown a little as he watched his son intently.

He was glad to hear that Dean was doing better physically, it wasn’t that. But Sam knew that’s not what he meant. Especially considering what he’d walked in on last night. He was asking his younger son about his brother’s mental state.

Ups and downs. Well, that was a given. Sam’s opinion that his brother was doing better this morning only made him feel marginally better. In his opinion, his younger son seemed to be taking Dean’s attempt at suicide far too casually. If that was for his benefit or his son’s John didn’t know, but it scared the hell out of him.

“He’s done this before, hasn’t he.” John finally asked, though it wasn’t really a question.

Sam didn’t answer. He just scrubbed his face, and looked back at his dad. “We have to find an answer soon. He’s...” he cocked his head to the side, searching for words and hoping to hell not to be asked for examples. “A little emotional. Mercurial.” Sucking in a breath, he rushed to add, “nothing I can’t handle. He’s not dangerous. He’s not, dad. I’m not just saying that.”

The last thing he needed was for his father to think he couldn’t handle Dean. Sometimes there were moments when he wasn’t sure, but most of the time he thought he could. Besides, it wasn’t as if they had a choice. He wasn’t letting his brother go, and he’d do anything it took to keep him alive. He wasn’t gonna kid himself, as they got closer to the full moon, it might mean Dean would have to be chained down...

Just the thought made him want to retch. Images of how he’d found him at the werewolf mansion already haunted him. Taking a breath, he told himself it was better than letting him do damage, and that Dean would want it that way. The other choice was unthinkable.

“We have to move on this lead. We just have to get him back. I’ll help you make calls, go out there, whatever it takes. The guy with the cure, he’d got to be somewhere, and we’ll find him.” He was ready to start right there and then, do anything it took.

Sam didn’t answer his question. Which was an answer in of itself, and the elder man felt his heart twist with fear. All this had happened when he’d been gone for only a few days.

He’d trusted Sam to take care of his brother, and not only had he walked in on the two young men fighting over a loaded weapon, but now he knew this wasn’t the first time Dean had tried something stupid. What would have happened last night if he hadn’t been there? One, or even both, his sons might be dead now…

And Sam hadn’t bothered to tell him the ‘first’ time it had happened, John would have come back much sooner if he’d known, god damn it! That his younger son had kept this from him filled him with disappointment, and not a little anger. His younger son had basically lied to him by omission. What else was Sam keeping from him? After all this how could he trust Sam to look after his brother while he tried desperately to find a cure for his son? If he couldn’t even leave them alone together for a few days…

A little emotional… John raised an eyebrow when his son rushed to reassure him it was nothing he couldn’t handle. Right. He’d certainly proved that. John sighed heavily and scrubbed his hand over his eyes. Trying to force his anger away. It wasn’t Sam’s fault this had happened. John never should have left in the first place, and the closer it got to the full moon Dean would only get worse.

Maybe he wasn’t a danger to others. Not yet. But he was certainly a danger to himself, and if he was a danger to himself then he was a danger to Sam. John dropped his hand with another heavy sigh. If possible feeling even more tired than before.

“We’ll make some calls. One of my contacts has to have a lead by now. We’ll figure out where to go from here.” John finally agreed with a slight nod. Thinking it might not be a bad idea to send Sam off alone to follow some leads and have Dean stay with him. Maybe Sam was still too used to looking for Dean for answers, looking to his older brother to take care of him when it had to be the other way around now. Maybe Dean would respond better to his father than his brother right now.

It was worth a shot. Anything to keep what he’d seen last night from happening again.

Dean came out of the bathroom then, a towel wrapped around his waist and his hair wet from the shower, and John gave the young man a nod that was returned before Dean went over to his duffel and started dressing himself. Dean wasn’t an idiot. He knew they’d been talking about him while he was in the bathroom but he didn’t say anything about it. Once he had his jeans on and pulled a shirt over his head he announced as casually as he could.

“I don’t know about you but I need some coffee, coming Sammy?” He asked, raising an eyebrow at his brother and smirking a little. But it wasn’t the younger man who answered him.

“You boys go get some breakfast, I’ll join you in a little while.” John said as he got up and moved towards the recently vacated bathroom. Shutting the door behind him. Dean’s grin only got more devious.

“Great, I’m starving.”

Almost nothing could wreck your day like John Winchester all silent and judgmental, looking at you with his expressive eyes and making you feel the weight of his disappointment, and you didn’t even get to know why. You were a failure, that was it. And the fucking silence made it impossible to argue with him, because what were you gonna say? You’re wrong... wrong about what? He’d just lift an eyebrow and make you feel like you’d guessed wrong about what you were being crucified over in his mind, or as if you yourself had given him something new to be disappointed over.

His brother’s in-joke didn’t get a smile out of Sam. He just nodded and watched as the bathroom door closed, still trying to deal with anger and denial roiling inside him. Why could their dad make him feel like an asshole, just like that?

“Okay,” he walked to the foot of the bed and put his jacket on and met Dean at the door. His brother could move fast when he wanted. That should make him laugh, but it didn’t. Still, he couldn’t help noticing the way Dean’s wet hair curled slightly and stuck to his forehead, or feeling the urge to push it back.

He put his hand behind Dean’s back, “we really should get coffee. Doesn’t make sense to make ourselves crazy for ten minutes and then suffer and where would we go anyway?” With each word that fell from his lips, he both convinced himself he was right, and wound himself up tighter, allowing a tendril of need to tease him. Letting out a breath, he opened the door and walked out.

Dean might be oblivious to a lot things, most of the time willfully oblivious, but he wasn’t stupid. He noticed Sam’s darker mood and bitch face right away, even before his brother’s suggestion they just get coffee. Dean threw an angry glare at the closed bathroom door as his brother ushered him out of the room. Knowing the cause in his brother’s sudden change of mood immediately.

God damn it, Dad.

If their father wanted to be pissed at someone he should be pissed at him not Sam. Why did the older man have to dump on his brother all the time? Habit? Well, fuck him. He wasn’t going to let their father make Sam feel like shit for no damn good reason. As far as his brother’s suggestion, well double fuck John, he could wait for them for all Dean cared.

Dean wrapped his arm comfortably around his brother’s waist and tugged the younger man close to his side in a half hug. Not really caring who saw them at the moment, before he released him.

“Get in the car.” The elder man ordered, not waiting for Sam’s answer before he went over to the driver’s side and got in. Waiting for Sam to do the same. Sure the diner was just down the street. They could walk, but they weren’t going to the diner right now and he wasn’t going to take no for an answer.

He waited until his brother got in the car and pulled out of the parking spot. Letting his hand come to rest comfortably on the younger man’s thigh. Caressing the firm muscles through the warm denim as he drove.

Not far, there wasn’t much in this little hick town anyway and they couldn’t go far even if he wanted to. Wanting to be back before their father became too suspicious on where they went. So Dean pulled the car into a little parking lot of what looked like an old theater, the windows all boarded up. He drove them around the back of the building out of sight, before he turned off the car and faced his brother.

“Just a quickie, I promise.” Dean said with a grin and didn’t waste any time then leaning across the seat, cupping the back of his brother’s neck to pull the younger man into a heated kiss. Licking his way into his brother’s mouth as his other hand moved up Sam’s thigh. Cupping the younger man through his jeans, stroking and squeezing.

Sam didn’t even have time to argue the order to get in the car. Staring at his brother in the car for a minute, he tugged the door open and got inside. No words were exchanged, he knew that mulish look. But where the hell did he think they were going? He didn’t even know the town. And his brother was touching his leg, sending all sorts of messages… messages that there could probably be no worse time for. Well yeah, there could be…

The next thing he knew, they’d pulled into an empty parking lot. Dean didn’t they were gonna… not out here… in broad daylight… outside… where they could easily be caught. No fucking way he was thinking it, because even his brother wasn’t that crazy.

But he was… he really was, and once Dean was holding him, kissing the hell out of him, Sam’s protests were scattered to the winds. He eagerly opened his mouth, accepting Dean’s tongue, and groaning almost painfully as he arched into Dean’s palm.

Scorching heat rushed through his veins, making him burn for more. Burn to be closer. He was on fire, and suddenly this was nowhere near enough. Twisting around and putting his arms around Dean, he practically dragged him over, needing to feel his weight… knowing they had no time. Dragging his mouth across Dean’s cheek, drawing in his intoxicating fresh scent, he whispered hoarsely in his ear. “Please… please Dean, get on me… fuck…” he was bucking his hips up and meeting only Dean’s hand. “Dean!”

Fuck. Sam was on fire. Not even giving a token protest that Dean had almost come to expect before his brother was eagerly returning his kiss, practically shoving his tongue down his throat. Not that he was about to complain. Oh hell no.

Groaning in approval when the younger man dragged him closer, palming his brother’s rock hard arousal, his own cock hard and aching inside of his own jeans in seconds. Begging for release and they’d barely even touched each other. But the desperate need burning so hot between them simply couldn’t be denied.

“Easy Sammy, I've got ya.” Dean reassured, giving the younger man’s hard flesh another squeeze before his hand slid to his brother’s hip, tugging and pulling and rearranging them both as best he could in the cramped space. Earning him a few extra bumps and bruises in his side from the steering wheel in the process and the elder man mentally noted that next time they were doing this in the back seat.

But his persistence paid off and soon he was pushing his brother back against the passenger side door, devouring his lips. Sam’s legs bent, wrapped around his waist as he knelt between them. Rolling his hips and grinding himself hard against his brother, just like Sam wanted. Even as his hand wormed its way between them.

“Get these off, now.” He groaned as he worked on unbuttoning and unzipping himself, pushing the rough denim and his underwear to bunch around his hips, before tugging at Sam’s jeans too. Needing to feel his brother’s bare skin against his.

Sam had no idea how Dean managed it, but he wasn’t wasting any time thinking on how they fit together in this narrow space. All he knew was Dean was on him and they’d be fucking each other into oblivion, just like he needed.

His brother’s command sent shivers of anticipation down his body. Nodding, he started to undo his pants, but before he was done, Dean was already free of his own jeans and tugging on Sam’s. “Dean, wait...”

There was no waiting. The instant his cock was free, Dean brought their hips together. Skin to skin, mouth to mouth, hardly able to move, Sam was slowly going crazy. Lifting his hips wasn’t helping much, but when he stared to pull his knees up, he managed to press Dean down and drag him up his body. “Oh yeah.”

That was it, Dean started to fuck him. Sam used his legs to help... writhing under his brother, pawing at him, making sounds of encouragement as waves of pleasure and pain struck him, each time their cocks ground together. “So hard, so damned hard.” Sam didn’t even know if he was talking about himself or his brother, or whether he was even making sense as words broke out of him.

“Oh, Fuck, Sam…” Dean moaned, panting heavily against his brother’s neck, inhaling the younger man’s intoxicating scent deeply. In the trapped confines of the car it seemed even more potent. All he could smell was sex, Sam, and the leather interior. It was fucking amazing, and driving him wild.

Sweat and pre come eased the way only slightly as they rocked together. At least it was something or they might have rubbed off a layer of skin or two as hard as they were rutting against each other. But Dean couldn’t really bring himself to care about that slight discomfort. Nor did he really care the way his left knee was aching, bent at a slight awkward angle, not to mention how the steering wheel jammed into his hip every time he moved.

He didn’t fucking care, because Sam was underneath him, moaning his name, his brother’s cock a hot brand of steel against his stomach. He had been wanting this for so god damn long. Needing it. Needing Sam.

His teeth sank into the younger man’s collar bone, sucking a bruise into Sam’s flesh, his hands working their way up underneath his brother’s t-shirt. Fingers spreading wide over quivering muscles, petting up and down Sam’s side and back. Clutching his brother closer. Needing to touch, needing to taste, as much of that delicious skin as he could. Making his brother his all over again.

The leather beneath them creaked in protest, the windows starting to fog up a little from their panting breaths and Dean fucked against his brother harder. Rolling his hips. Spreading trails of semen across his brother’s skin.

“Come on, Sammy… That’s it… “

“Yes… yes,” Sam panted, grinding against Dean, his eyes glazed and out of focus, his mind a haze of need for his brother. By the time he felt a wetness sliding across his belly, Dean was telling him to come, reminding him they needed to be done quick. Closing his eyes, he moved with single-minded focus, meeting his brother half-way, chasing his release.

“Oh God… oh God Dean,” the pressure building low in his belly was almost unbearable. “Please… unh, unh, unh,” his movements became erratic as he became more desperate, and then just as he started to release, his knee banged into the horn. The loud sound had him struggling to sit up, but Dean held him in place, and he managed to finish… slowly sinking back, and letting his head rest against the window.

He stroked the back of Dean’s head and forced his eyes open. “Next time you come up with a harebrained idea like fucking in a parking lot, in broad day light, in the front seat… remind me to say NO.” He laughed, mostly at himself, under his breath. He nudged his hips up, still rubbing slowly against his brother, even now that the urgency was gone.

The sounds his brother was making, desperate, needy sounds. The way Sam moaned his name, begging him, as he neared his release was driving him wild and suddenly all he could think about was being inside of the younger man again. Filling him up with his cock, how hot and tight Sam would feel around him. Those same pleasure filled moans filling his ears as he thrust deeply into his brother. The younger man’s body rocking underneath the force he would claim him, and begging for more.

“Oh fuck, Sam. Fuck…” Dean grunted, gritting his teeth with a near growl as he came hard across his brother’s stomach.

He heard the sound of the horn, but he didn’t give a damn. In fact he wouldn’t have given a damn if their father had been outside the car right at that moment demanding they stop. Sam was his and the rest of the world could go fuck themselves for all he cared.

Holding the younger man down in place, Dean moaned into his brother’s neck as he continued to spurt thick ropes of spunk across his brother’s hard muscled stomach. Feeling the hot splash of Sam’s seed against his own skin only making him grind against the younger man harder. Drawing out their pleasure as long as he could. The smell of their mingled semen almost overpowering in the closed space.

Jerking one last time in the aftershock of climax, he finally relaxed practically boneless on top of his brother, not really caring how uncomfortable it might be in the cramped space. Making a sound suspiciously like a purr the way his brother’s fingers pet him. Letting his own fingers drift slowly along the younger man’s sweat dampened skin of his thighs and buttocks.

“Why the hell would I want to do that?” Dean finally asked as he lifted his head with a smirk. Forcing himself to untangle from his brother even though it was really the last thing he wanted to do, but he’d promised, just a quickie. He looked down at his brother, who looked thoroughly debauched, sprawled across the seat, resting against the passenger side door of his car. His jeans hanging around his hips, his cock resting flaccid, come drying on his stomach, his face flushed, and his hair a mess.

“Do you have any idea how hot you look right now?” He asked in near awe, licking his lips, as he gazed down at the younger man as though trying to burn the image into his memory.

“Only if you’re a horn dog,” Sam gave a shy smile, and looked away as he tried to regain control over his limbs and arrange himself back on the passenger side. After everything they’d done, that a stupid compliment should have him flustered...

He reached into the dash and pulled out a variety of paper napkins, from all the places Dean had stopped to eat at. Some things didn’t change. Passing some to his brother, he started to clean himself up.

“You should stop staring at me, and start driving.” He glanced under his lashes at his brother to confirm he’d guessed right. “Dean.” Unable to help himself, he leaned over and kissed him lightly, and pulled back. “Drive.”

Dean grinned at his brother’s comment as though Sam had just given him a compliment. Taking the paper napkins he was offered and cleaning himself off, though he didn’t really need to do much. Sam had gotten the ‘worst’ of it. So it only took him a minute to wipe up, tuck himself away and pull his jeans back into place.

After he was done, he watched Sam. Couldn’t seem to help it really, and he didn’t really care that he was openly staring at his brother. Only smiling again when Sam mentioned it, accepting the soft brief kiss with a small moan, before he sighed and nodded. Reluctantly turning his attention away from his brother as he started the car back up, but allowing his hand to once more come to rest comfortably on the younger man’s thigh as he drove.

Another minute and they pulled into the parking lot of the diner. Dad’s truck wasn’t there, but to be honest Dean hadn’t been worried. Was sure the older man probably wasn’t even out of the shower yet.

He got out of the car, stretching his cramped muscles and rubbing the sore spot on his thigh where he’d banged it several times against the steering wheel, though he couldn’t stop grinning.

“Next time though? Back seat. You’re too much of a damn sasquatch to fit in the front.” Dean remarked cheekily, giving his brother’s ass a good pinch as they walked through the door of the diner.

“Right, cause you’re a tiny little kewpie doll,” he moved away, giving Dean a grumpy look and making sure there was no one behind them to see the fondling. Where the hell was dad, anyway? He didn’t like the fact that the truck wasn’t around. What if he’d gone after them… what the hell were they going to say about where they’d been?

He followed Dean inside, stopping in the doorway to first take a sweeping look of the tables inside, then look behind him outside again. Nothing . Sighing, he caught up to his brother who had already slipped into a booth. Sliding in across from him, he muttered his coffee order.

“Well I know which of you is Happy, and which of you is Grumpy,” the sassy waitress said, walking away.

“Did she just call me Happy,” Sam asked, looking dead serious, even though he was looking in his brother’s beaming face. If he didn’t know better, he’d say Dean was about to break out in song, or at least whistle a cheery tune.

Dean raised an eyebrow at the waitress as she walked away and then rolled his eyes at his brother’s sarcastic remark. God, what the hell? Only Sammy could go from orgasm to bitch face in less than five minutes flat.

While Dean already knew that nothing could kill an afterglow like their dad, from being caught years ago bringing girls back to their motel rooms by their father, John wasn’t even here right now, and his brother was sitting across from him wound up tight enough to snap. As though their father would suddenly magically appear in a tirade with photographs, not to mention a porn video, of them fucking, or something.

“Come on, Sammy. Will you relax just a little?” He asked as he reached across the table, grasping his brother’s wrist in a gentle grip. The elder man’s thumb drawing small circles along Sam’s pulse point, feeling how hard the younger man’s heart was pounding.

“You know, most people are a little happier after I’ve had sex with them. I’m beginning to think I’m losing my touch, here.” Dean pouted.

Looking down at Dean’s fingers curled around his wrist, Sam licked his lips and looked up into his brother’s eyes. “Dean, please?” He slowly pulled away, and took a long breath.

“I’m not grumpy. I’m just sane. There’s a difference,” he shook his head, but couldn’t help giving a small laugh. “Not that you would ever know it.” Yeah, sometimes he wished he could be more like Dean.

He just had to stop himself from feeling like everything he did or said would give him away, or that his dad would see right through all of this. Acting guilty would only draw suspicion.

The coffee arrived and he was soon taking his first sip. “Better get your fill. I have a feeling dad’s going to put us to work.” Sam was looking forward to it, he wanted to make headway, but he was a little worried about Dean getting cabin fever again. “We could, maybe go out for a while in the afternoon.” Seeing the gleam in Dean’s eyes, he added, “Not for that. Just saying...”

Dean let the younger man’s wrist slip from his fingers without a complaint. Sighing softly, but letting it go for now. Knowing how hard this was for Sam.

But hell, he wondered if his brother realized just how hard this was for him too? It’s not like he was dealing very well with the whole werewolf thing… Last night, before Dad got there, was evidence of that. And even though they’d talked about it, briefly, it wasn’t as though it was something that Sam could really understand. The changes he could feel happening inside of him. How much he’d changed already. How much he was going to change…

Then there was the whole fucking his baby brother thing. It was actually easier when he didn’t think too heavily on it. Despite how eager and willing Sam seemed, he couldn’t help but feel he’d pushed this on Sam and his brother was just going with it to appease him. To keep him from going crazy or something. That it wasn’t what Sam really wanted. Hell, how could anyone really want this. It was beyond fucked up and they both knew it.

Having to deal with both with Dad around… yeah ok… maybe he wasn’t acting all that sane right now. He was barely holding it together, and he was only really holding it together right now because of Sam. He needed Sam so damn much right now, it was scary. Dean didn’t know what he would do if anything happened to his brother. All he knew was it wouldn’t be pretty, for anyone.

“You boys ready to order?” The waitress asked when she came back over, taking out her pad and a pen from behind her ear.

Dean forced himself out of his thoughts. Sitting back, letting his leg slide against his brother’s underneath the table, as he took a long drink from his coffee. Glad that it was good coffee this time at least. Sometimes it was hit and miss with these places, even though the extra dose of caffeine was always welcome.

“Yeah, I’ll have the special. Eggs scrambled with an extra side of bacon and sausage.” Dean said after taking a brief glance at the menu board. Grinning at his brother when the younger man suggested they go out later. Even as his brother quickly added not for that letting his eyes rake over his brother’s body, leering and not bothering to hide it. At least until the diner door opened and their father strode in, and Dean let his expression shift to a much more neutral one.

The older man spotted them immediately and came over.

“Hey dad.” Dean said, receiving a nod from their father as he slid out of his side of the booth to sit next to Sam instead so that John could sit across from them. If Dean sat a little closer to his brother than he needed to, letting his leg brush boldly up against the younger man’s he pretended not to notice.

Sam squirmed under the heated look Dean was giving him, as he casually ordered his breakfast. Flustered, he couldn’t think, so he just said he’d take the same thing as Dean ordered. Then he saw his father, and sucked in a breath, quickly hiding his reaction by picking up his cup and taking a drink.

“Dad.” Sam started to slide over to give room to his brother who’d suddenly forgotten that thing called personal space. Strangely, right now he didn’t mind the press of Dean’s thigh, it was comforting in a way.

He dry scrubbed his face as their dad put in an order and then looked at them. Okay, the whole world didn’t come crashing down on them, and their father wasn’t pointing any fingers, it was gonna be fine. Maybe. If his dad didn’t bring last night up again. He had the feeling he wouldn’t, but if he did... No, he wasn’t going to be negative.

“Coffee’s pretty good.” He paused. “Dad, where’s your truck?”

John nodded thanks to the waitress when she brought him a mug and filled his coffee, refilling Dean’s and Sam’s at the same time while she was there. The elder man took a drink before answering his son’s question.

“I took it to the garage down the street. I noticed a problem with the suspension on the way here and I don’t have time to work on it right now.” Their father said and Dean frowned a little. Knowing how much his dad hated anyone else working on his car.

“Nothing serious?” Dean asked.

“I don’t think so.” John said, shaking his head, staring at Dean in a way that made him understand a little bit better why Sam was so jumpy all the time when their father was around. The three men settling into an uncomfortable silence for a moment.

Dean cleared his throat.

“So… this guy we’re looking for? What do we know?” Dean finally asked, settling on what he hoped was the least awkward topic of conversation for all of them.

“His name is David Conall, at least that’s the name he was using the last time he was seen in Utah, five years ago. The people I talked to said he kept to himself most of the time, only came into town about once a month for supplies. He sometimes offered his services as a medicine man to the local tribes. When I asked around there, they were the ones who mentioned him suffering from the bite of the ‘wolf spirit’ and how he’d cured himself of the curse. But it wasn’t long after that, he disappeared.”

“David Conall,” Sam repeated, committing the name to memory. “I know you got people on it, but I’ll start trying to trace him too. There’s gotta be something. And a guy like that, someone who offers services, why would he just sit on a secret cure.” That didn’t make sense. “I mean I get he wouldn’t advertise, but I bet he leaves a calling card somewhere... for someone who is desperate.”

Desperate like them. He leaned back as the plates were placed on the table, groaning at the amount in front of him. Sam all but willed the waitress away. “Dean, didn’t you have a contact at that reservation, that guy we met up with that time we sneaked off and...” he trailed off, feeling the weight of his father’s gaze. “It was years ago,” he said in self defense. They’d been tired of being cooped up and Dean had been invited to a pow wow. Good times.

“Anyway, didn’t he say he kept records of all medicine men and was collecting information about plants, cures, you name it? Maybe he’s heard of this guy? If they guy dealt with tribes or maybe even was a member or one? You should call him.”

Dean was more than happy when the food finally arrived. So it would give him something else to do rather than sit here listening and trying not to make faces or make some other comment while his dad and brother discussed their wild goose chase. It was all he could do to hold his tongue and not point out the fact that maybe the guy had been sitting on this miraculous cure of his because it didn’t exist in the first place. Or that maybe the guy had dropped off the face of the earth so completely because he was already dead…

Either way, they were probably wasting their time chasing after this ‘ghost’ but he didn’t really feel like getting the evil eye from either man right now, so he kept silent. Shoveling eggs into his mouth, until Sam finally addressed him, forcing him to join in on the conversation whether he wanted to or not.

He knew exactly who his brother was talking about, and Dean couldn’t help but smile at the memory despite the look on their father’s face.

“Yeah, Joe Windtalker. Guess it’s worth a shot.” Dean agreed with a shrug. Sometimes it was easier to agree than argue, and Joe was cool. He wouldn’t mind getting a call from Dean, even if it led to a dead end.

“All right. Good. We’ll get started when we get back to the room.” John said. Though Dean could tell his father wasn’t all that happy, he wouldn’t turn down help from a legitimate contact. Even if he didn’t like how that contact had been made.

Despite the weight of their father’s look, Sam smiled. He liked the fact that Dean had gotten involved, it was exactly what his brother needed. As they ate, and planned their research strategies, Sam made an effort to make sure Dean had plenty to do. When they were our hunting evil things, Dean always knew exactly what to research. His hunches usually turned out right. Right now, when he was the subject of the research, it was a bit different, and Sam would just take up the slack a little.

Both his father and Dean were shrewd by nature. If either of them saw through his strategy, neither of them said anything. Maybe it was to keep the peace... which was always fragile, or maybe they just agreed. Whatever... Sam was happy.

By the time breakfast was over, Sam was surprised to see he’d matched Dean... eaten almost everything on his plate. Sensing Dean look at him, Sam’s gaze narrowed in warning... knowing his brother, he was dying to take credit for exercising him so hard, he’d worked up an appetite, or something stupid like that.

Dad stayed a minute to wait for changed, but Sam followed Dean out of the booth and they headed for the room. “His name is ‘Windtalker?’ Jerk... I remember, you told me Windfucker and tried to get me to call him that. Good thing I wasn’t that drunk.” A smile curved his mouth, as they reached their room and he unlocked their door, pushing it open.

“It’s not my fault you’re so damn gullible.” Dean couldn’t help but laugh as he followed his brother into their motel room.

He’d almost forgotten about that. Oh, man had he been drunk that night. Way too much whiskey combined with whatever the hell they’d put into those pipes he’d taken a few inhales off of had made him so tipsy Sam had to practically carry him back to their motel room afterwards. He’d had the worst hangover of his life the next day, but still, those had been some good times. It was amazing he even remembered the guy’s name.

Once the door shut behind them, Dean couldn’t resist wrapping his arms around his brother’s waist from behind even knowing they only had a couple minutes at best before their dad joined them. Burying his face against the younger man’s neck and inhaling deeply. Groaning low in his throat.

“Mmmm we need to figure out a way to get rid of dad. Just for a couple hours. Just long enough so I can fuck you slow and hard through the mattress and get it out of my system.”

Sam gave a soft laugh, and put his hands over his brother’s, turning slightly. “You’re such a tease.” He was pretty sure Dean was trying to get him going, now that he knew what dirty talk did to him. “You know, you already went two rounds in two hours, if you’d just stop purposely thinking about it you wouldn’t be so horny. And don’t…” he gave him a look and broke free, turning, “torture me. I need to concentrate now, and so do you.”

He walked across the room and started to set up his lap top. “You need a cell phone. Maybe later, or tomorrow, we can go get you one. That should take us a few… hours.” Course now that Dean had placed the thought of fucking in his mind, it was going to eat him up too. “But not here.” That he was firm on, there was no way he could relax enough to… just thinking dad could walk in anytime would make it impossible for him to enjoy it.

Dean sighed softly in disappointment when his brother twisted out of his embrace though he couldn’t help but smile a little when Sam called him a tease.

Maybe he was, but he couldn’t seem to help it. He just couldn’t seem to keep his hands off of his brother. Couldn’t stop thinking about kissing and touching and fucking him even after, as Sam put it, he’d already gone two rounds already in less than two hours.

Sure his brother had accused him before about being something of a man slut given the string of one night stands he left behind him everywhere they went. What could he say? He liked sex, and he really liked great sex, and sex with Sam was great.

But still, even given that, it was just a little unnatural just how horny he was all the time. His body ached for Sam in ways he’d never really experienced before, at least, not to this degree. Was it because of the whole wolf mating thing? Or was it because it was Sam, his brother, not some random chick? His brother who he loved, needed, more than anything else in this world…

Dean sat down on their bed, watching his brother as the younger man sat up the laptop. Smiling a little at Sam’s idea, giving them a legitimate reason to go out for several hours and be alone together, until a sudden thought made him frown. A question burning in his mind he simply couldn’t ignore even knowing this wasn’t the time to talk about this. Not when their dad could walk into the room any second.

“Sam… When Cassandra… when she said I’d come back to her, sniffing around her in heat… Do you think she meant it literally? What if I’m just…” He couldn’t even say it. What if everything he felt for Sam right now had nothing to do with his feelings at all, and was only hormones or something?

For a long moment, Sam was quiet. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t run the same questions through his mind in those quiet moments. He just hadn’t thought Dean would ask them this soon since he wasn’t one to analyze feelings and such.

He licked his lips. “I’ve wondered about that too. I mean if it’s just the hormones and we find the cure, you’ll probably…” He brushed the hair out of his eyes. “I dunno, you might have to push me off your leg a few times. It’ll be alright.”

Looking back at Dean and seeing his very serious expression, he added. “You know, there’s a lot of scientific material out there that says love is all about chemicals… hormones… reactions. I’ve had this discussion plenty of times with…“ he blinked, “… anyway, my opinion is it’s probably a combination of hormones and other things that can’t be quantified or seen.”

Still, his brother was looking at him for answers. “About us. I don’t know what it is Dean. It came out of left field, and we haven’t had hardly any time to process it. To talk about it, and now…” he nodded toward the door. “Whatever happens, wherever it shakes out, we’ll figure it out, okay? One step at a time.”

Dean took little comfort in Sam’s attempt to lighten the mood with his joke about humping his leg. Nor did he take any comfort in his brother’s reassurances that it would be ‘all right’ once they found this ‘miracle cure’. If it even existed. As if everything would just somehow go back to normal… as normal as it could possibly be for them anyway. Like they could both just forget. If all the things he felt for his brother were nothing more than just god damn wolf hormones or something… that they would just vanish if he were somehow cured.

God, as though things couldn’t get even more fucked up, why did he have to start thinking about this now? Why hadn’t he before? Would it have stopped him? Could he have somehow stopped himself if he knew before hand that what he was feeling… what he thought he felt for his brother… was just…

It wasn’t just sex. It wasn’t… he wanted to believe so badly it wasn’t just the damn wolf venom in his blood making him want his brother this way, but what other reason was there? He had never had these feelings for Sam before. Never wanted to touch him, kiss him, fuck him…

He shouldn’t want this. He shouldn’t feel so god damn… devastated… by the idea alone that if this god damn cure actually existed that along with the wolf in his blood every other wrong thing he felt would also vanish. Except, nothing in his life, even before the werewolves, had ever felt so right…

Fuck.

Dean sighed heavily and ran his hand through his hair. He knew Sam was right. One step at a time. It was all they could really do, but he was quickly running out of time. He only had two more weeks until the full moon. He had to know now.

“Do you hope it goes away?” He asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Dean!” Sam gave him an exasperated look. “How can I answer that right now? It’s so damned complicated, and we don’t have the time to...” His brother’s expression had him trailing off. “I...”

Getting up, he strode across the room and standing in front of Dean, hugged him so Dean’s face was leaning against his stomach. In a way, it was like walking on eggshells, talking to Dean. He was afraid to set him off. Afraid he’d lose him again. Holding him... it affirmed he was still here, still with him.

“Sorry. I like to think things through. You’re asking me a ‘yes’ or ‘no’ question and there should be so many ‘maybe’s’ in there.” He glanced at the door, and then down. “I wish it hadn’t happened, I wish nothing changed. But it did, alright? And I’m not dumb enough to think everything goes back to the way it was if you’re cured and it takes away your... new feelings, you know?”

He swallowed, stroking Dean’s back. “Do I hope it just goes away? I don’t know. I really really don’t. If it went away, you’d probably be better off. I don’t see how it would change anything for me, but I’d deal with it. There’s stuff I have to deal with either way, and you too.”

He eased down onto the bed, still holding Dean. “I don’t even know what this is I’m feeling. You’re my brother, I’ve always loved you. Do I love you the same and just want to have sex with you? Did it change into some other kind or lo... I dunno. I feel closer, but hell... it’s...” he swallowed again. “When you’re near me, it feels right. But when I’m alone, or when I think on it, I know it’s wrong in a million ways.”

Sam let out a breath. “Dean. What about you? Do you hope it goes away?”

Dean started a bit by Sam’s initial reaction. It wasn’t really the response he’d been expecting/hoping for, though in hindsight it shouldn’t have surprised him. His brother was right, after all. This wasn’t a conversation they could or should be having right now and he was an idiot to even bring it up. Not to mention this whole emo, lets share our feelings, was more of Sam’s routine. What the hell was he thinking?

The elder man shook his head, about to tell Sam he was right and they should just forget about it, but he suddenly found himself in his brother’s arms. Without thought his arms wrapped securely around the younger man’s waist and he pressed his face against his brother’s stomach, closing his eyes.

Though he couldn’t help tensing a little when Sam admitted that he wished this had never happened between them. That he wished nothing had changed.

Of course. What sane person would ever want this?

But the admission still caused a tight ball of pain to form in his throat. Because Sam had tried so hard to convince him that he had wanted it. That Dean hadn’t all but raped his baby brother. Maybe that was true. Maybe Sam did want it. But he still wished it hadn’t happened… and all the reasoning in the world didn’t erase the hurt or guilt he felt for pushing his brother into this.

He didn’t know whether to feel comforted or not that Sam seemed just as confused as he was right now about all this. It felt right to him too. Every time they touched. Every time they kissed. He never felt so good in his life. Never, and he didn’t care how wrong it was.

But what if it was all a lie? Dean swallowed hard against the lump of emotion in his throat. Hugging his brother a little tighter to him. He… didn’t want to lose this feeling. He almost couldn’t bear the thought of it simply vanishing one day in a puff of smoke.

Dean sighed softly when his brother posed the same question to him. Sam said he didn’t know, and he didn’t want his answer to affect his brother’s decision. But he had to answer honestly. Sam deserved that much at least.

“I… don’t want it to go away. Everything else is so fucked up right now… this is the only thing that feels right to me, and I don’t even know if it’s real or not…”

The way Dean clung to him, held him so tight, like he needed him or like he was his rock totally humbled Sam. Dean hardly ever showed this side of himself. Whether it was the wolf thing or not, it was a big deal.

“I know.” Sam tightened his grip, wishing they had twenty four hours alone. Wishing they could talk, maybe figure out some stuff or figure out what it was that could not be figured out versus the things they had answers on. But he knew damn well tomorrow, or even just an hour from now, Dean could revert to Mr. No-chick flick moments.

Cupping the side of his face, he started to lean down to kiss him when the heavy sound of boots outside brought him to his senses. “Talk more later,” he hissed, releasing Dean and crossing the room just as the door opened.

“What took so long?” Sam asked over his shoulder, trying to divert his dad’s attention to himself. “Everything okay?” At his dad’s curt nod, Sam sat down and started the process of tracking down a needle in a haystack. He was gonna find that needle.... or dad or Dean would, but they were gonna get this right. They were gonna make Dean right.

He glanced under his lashes at his brother, then threw him his cell. “Call that Windfuc... erm, your guy Joe.”

Dean sighed a little in regret when Sam pulled away from him so suddenly, but he quickly schooled his expression when their dad walked into the room. Though he couldn’t quite stop the slight wince he made when Sam asked their dad so bluntly what had taken the older man so long. If his brother kept this up, kept grilling their father about where he was and what he was doing all the time the older man was going to start to get suspicious and that really was the last thing they needed.

Their father thankfully seemed too preoccupied with getting started on their research to say anything about it this time. Simply nodding to Sam that everything was fine as he went over to his bag. Pulling out his journal and some other papers, and grabbing up his phone. The older man laying out his things on his bed since Sam was taking up the only table in the room currently.

Dean caught the cell phone that his brother threw him though he couldn’t stop the snort of laughter at Sam’s near slip on Joe’s name. His father noticing, of course, looking up briefly from what he was doing with a raised eyebrow at both young men, and Dean shook his head, still fighting not to outright laugh.

“Long story. You don’t want to know.” Dean explained, chuckling a little in spite of himself and their father rolled his eyes like he normally did when he thought his sons were behaving immaturely but was in a good enough mood he didn’t feel like berating them at the moment.

For the next three hours they worked pretty much nonstop. Sam on his laptop and John and Dean on the phone. Their father getting updates from his contacts searching for this David Conall guy while Dean tried to get a hold of Joe. Unfortunately Joe wasn’t around and Dean had to leave a message with the guy’s wife to have him call him back so all he could do now really was sit and wait.

“I may have something.” John announced suddenly out of the blue as he hung up his phone got up. Bringing the papers that he’d been working on, one of which was a map, over to the table where Sam was working and laying them out. Dean got up and moved over as well, trying hard to stamp down the small flicker of hope that his father’s words had produced in his chest in spite of himself. It could be absolutely nothing after all…

“A hunter working a job down in New Mexico said about a year ago he came in contact with a man that fits Conall’s description. Traded him some rather powerful medicine bags apparently, but he hasn’t been back to the area since, so he doesn’t know if he’s still there. I still think it’s worth checking out. Here, in Los Alamos.”

His father’s announcement had Sam’s head jerking up with a start. Oh God, if only this went right for them. This one thing, if they could save Dean from becoming a werewolf, he knew they could beat anything else that was thrown at them. Anything.

He glanced up at the two men who came over, and then looked at the map. It would take a couple days drive to get there. “Definitely worth checking out. Los Alamos isn’t a big area, might not be so tough to find him or get some information,” he nodded. It beat a metropolitan area, that was for damned sure.

“It’s possible he’s wanted by the Feds.” He felt their gazes on him and shook his head. “I didn’t say anything because I haven’t confirmed it’s really him. Thing of it is, this guy robbed two pharmaceutical companies. Could be a connection, or might not be.”

He turned his lap top around to show them a man's picture on the FBI’s wanted list. “David O’Connall,” he shrugged, and looked to his father for comment. One the one hand, it seemed to him someone like Connall would stick to natural medicines. On the other... maybe he needed something that wasn't easy to find.

John raised an eyebrow and nodded as Sam showed him what he’d found. Impressed in spite of himself as he looked at the man’s picture on his son’s laptop. David O’Connall certainly fit the description that he had been given in Utah. Though if the man was wanted by the FBI that could pose significant problems for them.

“This would certainly explain why Conall dropped off the map five years ago.” John said as he read over the information the FBI had on O’Connall. “Five years ago, that’s when the thefts took place. It’s possible the thefts were tied into the cure somehow. We’ll have to be even more careful, we don’t want to draw the attention of the feds if they’re looking for him too.”

Their father finally said a little unnecessarily but Dean nodded in agreement. They certainly didn’t need that shit storm on top of everything else right now.

“So what now?” Dean asked, looking away from the laptop to his father.

“Sam, can you send this photo to my cell phone? I’ll forward it to my contacts. One of us needs to go to Los Alamos, it’s doubtful that Conall is still there but someone might have information on where he went from there. Sam could take the Impala while we keep trying to get a firmer lead…”

Dean was with his father right up until the end when he said that Sam would go, and did a double take.

“What do you mean Sam will go? Alone? Why!” Dean demanded, his eyes narrowing a little and it was John’s turn to look a bit taken aback. Even though he’d half been expecting such a reaction, he’d expected it from Sam, not from Dean. His older son not one to question him like his younger son normally did.

“Sure dad,” Sam turned away and proceeded to email the photograph to his father. The timing seemed right, that was something. This really could be the guy. And was that a look of approval on his father’s face? He wasn’t sure, but the absence of disapproval had him smiling to himself. Not that he had anything to prove to his father.

Then his dad was suggesting a trip to check out Los Alamos and Sam was nodding his head. When his father suggested that he should take the Impala, Sam was on the verge of agreeing when old fears of what his father might be capable of if he felt it was necessary surfaced.

Then Dean was grilling his dad, and Sam got up and put his hand on his brother’s shoulder. “Dean,” he said softly in warning. “Maybe we should all go. Keep together,” Sam suggested, praying his dad would just agree rather than take this as a challenge of his authority. That usually lead to arguments, and their father had yet to see Dean in a rage since he’d been bitten.

John frowned, looking back and forth between his two sons.

Dean continued glaring at him as he waited for his father's answer and Sam had his hand on his brother's shoulder as though to calm him. Or restrain him. Restrain him from what? Attacking him? A day ago John would have thought the very idea absurd but after having seen his two boys fighting over a loaded weapon, both of them bruised and bloodied…

Again John couldn't help but wonder what else Dean had done that Sam hadn't told him about. What had led to Dean trying to kill himself? There had to be a reason… Had he tried to attack his brother? Someone else? How the hell were they supposed to keep him under control if they couldn't and it wasn't even the full moon?

The older man shook his head at Sam's suggestion.

"It's too dangerous. I've been searching for Dean for months and all my contacts know it. I've got too many people on the look for Conall now. We're already running the risk of some hunter putting two and two together, and if Dean is actually seen…" John shook his head again, not even wanting to think about the possibility of other hunters going after his own son. If protecting Dean meant killing other hunters…

"So your answer is for Sam to go off alone looking for this Conall guy while we sit here on our asses? Yeah that makes a lot of sense, Dad." Dean replied angrily, ignoring the warning look he was getting from his father. He didn't give a shit. He wasn't going to let their dad send his brother off to the middle of nowhere where anything could happen to him. "What if this Conall guy isn't too friendly? We already know he's on the run from someone or something. Guys like that aren't exactly the chatty type, more like the blow a hole in your head and ask questions later type. Or what if whoever's looking for Conall gets wind that Sam's looking for him and nabs him instead? Huh? Ever think of that?"

Sam hated agreeing with his dad, but his father had a good point. Dean had to be kept safe from other hunters, at all costs. Some of them were so damned fanatical… something that Sam often though his father too might be guilty of … they’d go after Dean with no questions asked. Being pitted against them would be different than facing things that went bump in the dark. The choices would be tougher. No, the choice would be the same, the ramifications to them would be worse.

Before he could chime in with his thoughts, Dean went off on their father, raising his voice and ignoring Sam’s warning. “Dean…” Sam tried again, but his brother wasn’t having it. As he searched for something to say to calm him, Dean launched into another tirade. One that pretty much colored him like a doofus, and got him all fired up.

“I am not gonna get caught. Stop making it sound like I’m stumbling around not knowing what I’m doing,” Sam said, pushing Dean. “I went into that mansion and got you out, I think I can handle some hunter. I’m not a kid anymore, Dean.”

Damn him. If it wasn’t his dad making him feel like an idiot who knew nothing, it was Dean. And neither of them ever thought he had any feelings. His eyes grew steely and his jaw ached as he gritted his teeth. “I’ll do it. I’ll find him, you can count on me.”

John Winchester was about as close to seeing red as he ever was. Usually it was only Sam who could push his buttons like this, and he had to wonder if his elder son had been taking lessons from his brother over the few days he’d been gone or something.

Before he could say anything however, Sam was arguing with Dean and agreeing with his father, stunning him enough that John actually did a double take. The older man couldn’t help but wonder if they’d fallen into the Twilight Zone sometime during the night, or perhaps he should test both his son’s for possession because neither one of them were exactly acting like themselves.

Dean’s anger abruptly shifted focus when his brother shoved him, and he turned around, literally growling at the younger man. Irrationally furious and he wasn’t even sure why. But just the thought of Sam leaving him… he spoke without thinking.

“This coming from the one who got caught by a couple of werewolves coming out of the bathroom! I’m not letting you go alone, damn it!” Dean immediately regretted his words for several reasons. Especially when he heard his father immediately chime in.

“What?! God damn it, when did this happen!”