All of them were in high spirits, laughing easily, talking as the packed their gear. It would have been nice to just stay at the cabin but since the remainder of Cassandra's pack knew where it was, they felt it might be a foolish move. But they weren't in any rush, and Sam loved the fact that Dean was mostly following him around. Though the wolf sometimes lay in the middle of the room, just watching where he went, the instant he left the room, Dean would be up and trotting behind him or at his side.

"Always did want a puppy," Sam joked, occasionally stroking his wolf's back or head, keeping him 'in the circle' whether he understood words or not.

Once they were done, he and Dean hopped onto the back of their dad's truck. Urging Dean to get in didn't work, but he sure did follow Sam once Sam was all seated and ready to go. The ride back to the hotel was interesting. The cold air chilled Sam, but he had the wolf practically in his lap, heavy as it was, but just like human Dean... it's body was as hot as a furnace.

When they reached the motel, Sam offered to go get them some beers and food. Turned out that Dean still wouldn't let him out of his sight, going so far as to give a snarl when it looked like Sam was going to close the door behind him and leave the wolf with the other men. So John and Bobby went instead while Sam lectured Dean on how he didn't have to be so damned territorial. "Next you'll be trying to fucking pee on me... Don't you dare," he added, seeing mischief stirring behind yellow eyes.

The men got back, and there were two double cheese burgers for Dean. Everyone ate, and quite a few beers were drained.

"I'm gonna take Dean to our room," Sam eventually said, getting up. He wondered if he was going to get any flack since it was still the full moon and Dean hadn't made it through the night yet, but everyone seemed to be relaxed, so maybe they wouldn't be overly cautious where they didn't have to be. "I think he's fine."

John Winchester had suggested they go back to the motel they’d been staying at as soon as they got back to the cabin. Even though it probably would have been easier to keep Dean at the cabin out in the middle of nowhere… away from other humans, they simply couldn’t risk it. The werewolves could return at any time, and they really couldn’t afford another tangle with the remains of the pack. Eventually they would have to be hunted down, but right now they had other more important things to worry about.

Though smuggling Dean into the motel might be a trick, considering they couldn’t really pass him off as a dog. He didn’t look like a dog. He looked like a wolf. A big wolf at that. But they didn’t have any other options right now. Maybe tomorrow, once Dean was changed back to normal, they could find someplace else they could go to spend the next two nights of the full moon.

Dean seemed a little wary of him and Bobby at first, but after he’d sniffed both of them a kind of recognition flickered in those golden eyes, and the animal visibly relaxed around them. It was obvious though that Dean still wasn’t quite all there. His human self fighting with his new instincts maybe? He hadn’t let Bobby or him touch him yet, not even to bandage his wounded leg. Only Sam, and Dean had followed his brother around closely, not letting the young man out of his sight for a moment.

Luckily they hadn’t run into anyone at the motel and Dean had followed Sam into the motel after giving the structure only a brief wary glance. He had obviously been more comfortable out in the middle of the woods than he was here.

There had been a brief period of tension when Dean had actually growled when Sam had tried to leave the motel room without him to get food. So he and Bobby had gone out for food instead, though John had urged Sam to be careful all the same around his wolf brother. They really had no idea how Dean might react, and if Dean bit Sam in this form, who knew what would happen.

After they all ate, Dean gobbling down the cheeseburgers they’d brought for him just as greedily as he would have as a human, and with much tail wagging that had all the men laughing, John could see the exhaustion creeping over his eldest son. John certainly couldn’t blame him. His son had been through hell tonight. He’d been weak even before the ritual, then going through the ritual, the change, and everything else... John was actually amazed Dean had lasted this long.

When Sam suggested he take Dean back to their room, alone, John couldn’t deny he was a little hesitant. But Dean needed rest and there simply wasn’t enough room in one room for all of them and since he wouldn’t let Sam out of his sight.

“Alright, but take one of the tranquilizer guns just in case.” John said, though he didn’t think it would be needed, he hadn’t survived being a hunter this long without being cautious.

"Okay," Sam nodded at his dad and went to grab the tranq gun. Taking off his jacket, he hid the weapon inside the material so that if they were seen as they walked to their room, then he'd only have to worry about explaining his 'wolf-like dog' and not the gun too. It was quite late, and when he looked outside, he didn't see anyone. "Dean."

He didn't have to ask the wolf twice, he followed him out, not allowing too much distance between them the moment they were out. Though their room was only a few doors down, Sam took him to the parking lot and cleared his throat. "If you have any business you can do it now. He gave the wolf a few minutes, not really checking to see if it peed or anything, then headed for their room. As he closed and locked the door behind him, he thought this was seriously surreal.

Dropping down to his knees next to the wolf, he hugged it again. "So glad you're... okay. Dean..." he swallowed, knowing he could have lost his brother, Dean could have died from the ritual or from trying to stop Cassandra when he was already injured and in pain. "Probably better to talk to you tomorrow, huh?" He petted the wolf a couple times, feeling kinda foolish, then getting up.

Fifteen minutes later, he was sitting in the bed and tying a thick tube sock into a knot, and patting the bed. Dean didn't have to be asked twice, he hopped on, and curled up in a half circle next to him. Sam put the knotted sock between his great paws and snickered. "Chew toy."

Yeah, it was bad to be amused by your wolf brother but hell... if the situation had been reversed, Dean would be merciless. He had the tranq gun close, but the truth was, he probably would never have enough time to aim and shoot if anything happened. He was just gonna have to trust that Dean had been protective not just tonight, but also at the other cabin, when he'd gone to that 'in between' mode where he was human but couldn't think straight... even then, even when he'd been a little rough, he'd put Sam's safety first.

"Night Dean." Sam shut the bedside lamp off, but he'd left the bathroom light on so there was still light to see by. Instinctively, he put one hand on the wolf's back, fingers curling into the thick soft fur. It made him feel safe... probably foolish, but it just did.

Dean was tired.

The food had been good, but now he was ready to sleep. At least the floor was comfortable. He yawned and rested his head on his paws. His eyes starting to drift close even though he was reluctant to let them close completely. Reluctant to look away from his brother. His mate.

The other men were talking again, and sometimes he thought he understood what was being said… but then it slipped away like water. Maybe if he wasn’t so tired he would understand more.

When Sam got up, Dean lifted his head. When the young man said his name, he got up without hesitation despite how tired and how much he still hurt from everything. Dean followed the young man closely back outside.

He liked it outside. He liked it better than being inside, no matter how comfortable the floor was. He felt less… trapped out here. A part of him wanted to go, to run fast and far through the woods. To hunt… if he wasn’t so tired he might have. But looking back at his mate, it was obvious that Sam did not want to run, so Dean would stay. Though he took the time to ease some of the pressure on his bladder while he was outside, then followed the young man back inside when he was done.

They didn’t go back to the room with the other men, they went to a different room instead. Just him and Sam. He liked this better. He also liked it when Sam hugged him and ran his fingers through his fur. He was still tired though, so when Sam got up and started moving around the room, taking off his clothes, Dean stayed where he was. Though he continued to watch the young man closely.

When Sam finally sat down on the bed and patted the area beside him, Dean’s ears perked up a little and he got up and jumped on the bed. Ok, he liked this a lot better than the floor. He laid down next to Sam and when the young man put the sock in front of him, he sniffed at it a little confused. What was he supposed to do with it? He’d figure it out tomorrow. He was too tired now.

Dean shifted a little closer to Sam when the young man laid down and rested his head on his brother’s stomach. He stayed awake for a few more minutes, listening to Sam sleep and once he was satisfied that his brother would be safe, he let his eyes finally close.

* * *

Sunlight flooded the room. Sam had forgotten to close the dark curtains over the light ones that provided privacy but no protection from the morning sun. He came awake with a start, recalling everything that had happened. His first thought was for Dean. Was he okay? Had he changed back? What was the state of his injuries?

As he tried to sit up, a weight pressed down on him. Through bleary eyes, he saw it was Dean. He had changed, but he was sleeping in the same position the wolf had been sleeping... curled up, butt naked on top of the bed sheets, with his head and upper body on top of Sam's stomach. A snort of laughter had Sam shaking, and also Dean who still appeared to be out. Now here was a sight that would send Bobby to an early grave.

Reaching down, Sam stroked the side of Dean's face, his thumb tracing his brother's eye, then lips, as he assured himself his brother was fine. A glance at his leg showed the bandaging had fallen off, and Dean's leg appeared unmarked. Healed. Alright... so far, it was a good day. No, not just a good day, a damned good day. The best!

"Dean?" he whispered, touching him gently, his palm grazing warm skin as he stroked his brother's face, neck and bare shoulder. "You awake?" Yeah, if he wasn't, Sam was waking him, but he couldn't help it... he needed to share this moment. No, he wasn't gonna get choked up or give his brother grief, making him live through a 'chick flick' moment right away. But that didn't mean his chest hadn't constricted, or that he hadn't whispered a 'thank you' to the powers that be. "Dean, we made it... we're... we're good now."

He was warm, he was content, and his mind was free from the nightmares that had plagued him leading up to the full moon. So Dean was a little reluctant to ruin this moment by opening his eyes, maybe finding out the contentment and… peace… he felt was only a dream. An illusion… But he movement underneath him, the gentle touches to his face, drew him out of his sleep in spite of his reluctance. When he finally realized what, or more accurately who, was responsible, he was no longer reluctant to open his eyes.

Sam…

Dean’s eyes snapped open, and he sat up quickly as consciousness brought with it a flood of memories. Some were fragmented, hard to piece together. Like when he’d been chained inside the circle, enduring more pain than he had probably ever endured in his whole life, during the ritual. But he remembered Sam being there, always so close, talking him through it. Then… he remembered the werewolf attack. Cassandra…

His eyes focused on Sam, intently moving up and down the younger man’s body as though to prove to himself that his brother was really here. Alive. Unharmed. He remembered Cassandra attacking Sam… but Sam was fine. From what he could see, there didn’t seem to be a scratch on his brother. Cassandra had been ready to kill Sam… but he had stopped it… he had… turned…

“Sammy… you ok?” Dean asked automatically, needing to make sure even though he could see that his brother was fine. He just needed to be sure. What had happened after the ritual? After… he’d turned… that’s when his memories got blurry again. If he was lying here, naked in bed on top of his brother instead of in chains in a cage or something… it must have worked? But he’d turned… he was sure of it… that’s how he killed Cassandra…

Cassandra had told him that her pack was cursed with memory. They didn’t forget what happened, what they did, when they turned. Dean thought he remembered bits and pieces. Sights, smells, feelings… but he couldn’t put the images and sensations together in any coherent order.

“What the hell happened?”

"Yeah, I'm fine... except the lump on my head." Courtesy of you, but he didn't say it, instead giving a wide smile, especially when he notice Dean inspecting him the same way he'd been inspecting Dean for injuries when he first woke. "Dean... I'm fine," he repeated, pulling a couple pillows up against the headboard next to him so Dean could sit close.

Sam tried to pull his gaze away because, between the sight of his brother naked and muscles rippling..., and all the emotional upheaval of the night before, the worry, the pain he'd watched Dean suffer through, the fear for his death, hell... even the thought of Bobby and dad a couple rooms down might not stop him from mauling his brother.

He dry scrubbed his face, then put his hand over Dean's. "You don't remember any of it?" Looking up into Dean's face, he told him how he'd been tied down, his suffering during the ritual. Sam's voice caught as he relived those moments, seeing his older brother in excruciating pain, hearing him plead and shout, knowing part of the reason he was doing this was for him... for Sam. "Sorry," he licked his lips, knowing Dean wouldn't want to deal with him getting emotional now.

He told him about the attack by Cassandra's pack. How they released her, how he and dad and Bobby fought them off, how Dean knocked Cassandra away just when she would have sunk her teeth into Sam's jugular. "You saved me. You changed, into this... this big, sleek, muscular..." Seeing the twinkle in his brother's eyes, Sam chuckled and shook his head, "Dean... one track mind." Giving a mock sigh, he continued, "wolf. You rolled her to the ground, fought... your let was injured, but you didn't care. She was practically dead, but I put a bullet through her brain just to be sure."

Sam drew a deep breath. "Then we came back here and you... oh, I think you were sweet on me, kept licking me... and I mean full on, tongue over my entire face, licks," he nodded. "I don't know if you could understand everything we said, but you weren't... you know, dangerous. Just a little freakishly overprotective of me, but I'm kinda getting used to it. Dean..." he looked at the door, wishing it was safe. "Maybe a quick kiss?" he asked, looking back.

Dean raised an eyebrow when Sam mentioned the lump on his head, especially since the smile the younger man said it with seemed a bit out of place. Hell, maybe they were both a little nuts right now since Dean couldn’t help returning his brother’s grin. At least he was reassured now that Sam was telling the truth, that he was fine, and Dean relaxed considerably as he moved to sit against the headboard next to the younger man.

“Bits and pieces.” Dean answered when the younger man asked what he remembered, and then began to fill in the blank spots in his memory.

It was difficult listening to Sam talk about what happened during the ritual. Dean remembered the pain from that pretty damned well. He thought he even remembered Sam trying to talk him through it, be there for him through it, to make it a little more bearable, but it got a little fuzzy after that.

Sam’s description of the werewolf pack attacking helped him make a little more sense of his own memories, though when his brother went on to describe how he’d… changed. Dean’s eyebrows went up, first in amusement then in surprise. A wolf? A real fucking wolf? How the hell… how was that possible? Connal had said the ritual would be unpredictable but this…?

Well… that kind of explained why it was so difficult for him to make sense of a lot of memories from last night. Also explained how he’d woken up naked curled up on Sam like he had… But he wasn’t dangerous… Dad never would have left him alone with Sam if he thought for a second he’d hurt his brother. He almost couldn’t believe it, after everything… it had worked. Sure, he wasn’t sure yet how to deal with the fact that he still turned into a wolf during the full moon, but it was a hell of a lot better than the alternative. Dean snorted softly when Sam described him licking his brother’s face. Well… at least he hadn’t tried to hump the younger man’s leg.

A quick kiss? Dean laughed a little and gave the younger man a devilish look before he moved, quickly moving on top of his brother straddling Sam’s hips and pinning his lover beneath him. A quick kiss… they’d done a hell of a lot more just outside Bobby’s bedroom, hell, they’d done a hell of a lot more with their dad sleeping in the next bed, and here they had a nice locked door between them.

“You think I’m going to let you get away that easy?” Dean teased before kissing his brother hungrily.

Dean's expression, right before he pounced, had Sam's heart constricting. Then Dean was on top of him, bringing his mouth down over his, and God... God Sam needed this, needed Dean just like this. Hot, hungry for him, showing him ... proving that this thing they had for each other hadn't changed. That it wouldn't change, not ever.

He kissed his brother back, fighting to get closer, his hands running over Dean's bare back and ass, the muscles flexing under his palms, reminding him how strong his brother was. His tongue warred with Dean's, his breaths mingling with his brother's. He lifted his hips, groaning at the feel of Dean's erection grinding into his hip through the bedding. His mind was barraged with images... Dean fucking him, no holds barred... another groan broke out of him.

His mouth slipped off his brothers. "Dean... we can't... Bobby suspects... he... Dean oh God..." Heat flooded his system, need so strong, Sam could barely fight it. Every nerve in his body was firing... wanting to be as naked as his brother, wanting to touch, to be taken, to be held so tight he could barely move. "Please ... oh God baby... please..." he didn't know what he was begging for anymore, his body said one thing, writhing up against his brother, his mind warned him... reminded him how Bobby had looked at them.

Dean couldn't help but growl softly in approval at the way Sam clung to him so tightly and so desperately, the younger man wanting, needing, this just as much as he did. He pushed his hips down as Sam arched up and moaned again at the feeling of his brother's cock so hard already, so ready for him…

Though Dean couldn't help but smile a little as Sam tried to 'stop' him in the same breath that he begged for more. When Sam's mouth left his, Dean wasted no time licking his way down the younger man's jaw to his neck. Sucking lightly at the junction of Sam's neck and shoulder, not hard enough to leave a mark. Not yet anyway. Then moving back up to Sam's ear, nipping lightly on the lobe.

"You know, you sure do think about Bobby a lot when we're having sex. A guy could get jealous." Dean teased and rolled his hips again. Finally reaching between them and tearing off the comforter and sheets separating them, letting them fall to the floor carelessly.

"Don't worry, baby brother. I'll give you what you need." Dean reassured, sealing his mouth over Sam's again and moaning into his brother's mouth as he kissed Sam hard. Twining their tongues together as he slipped his hands underneath the t-shirt Sam was wearing. Running his fingers up the hot flesh of his brother's back and then down, slipping his hands underneath the younger man's boxers, caressing and squeezing Sam's ass.

Impatiently he grabbed the waistband of his brother's boxers and yanked them down the younger man's legs. Not really caring where they landed as he threw them over his shoulder, grinning down at Sam as he slid between his brother's legs. Pressing his hard cock to Sam's and rocking against the younger man with a moan.

"Funny..." Sam answered breathlessly, without a hint of laughter in his voice. It was too hard to come up with any response and he didn't need to be thinking about Bobby anymore than he could help.

His brother wasn't kidding with his promise. The hard kiss took Sam by surprise, and the total control Dean took over the kiss had Sam breathless and needy. The way his brother explored his mouth, the way his hands moved over him... owned him, hell yes, Sam liked it. He wanted more, needed more, but he didn't have to ask. Dean instinctively knew how to get to him, knew him too well.

Sam arched upwards as Dean's rough palms moved under him, running down his back to under his boxers. Instinctively, he clenched his ass, groaning as his cock collided against Deans... hard. He moved against his brother, needing him so badly, cursing the scrap of cloth that still separated them. "Dean..." he moved his hands over Dean's back, down to his hips, pulling at him like his life depended on it.

His shorts were gone as suddenly as the rush of breath that left him. Biting on his lower lip, he basked in Dean's grin... leer really, as his brother brought their bodies into hard contact again. Look into his brother's beautiful jade eyes, Sam was lost. To love, to lust, to something more than the sum of those parts.

He put his palm on the side of Dean's face, sliding it down the column of his neck and to his shoulder. "Glad you stuck around." Light words, but he could say them now that his brother was out of danger, "and that you chose... me." He gave it a second to sink in, then wrapped each of his legs around Dean's, locking them together as he lifted up. "Now show me. Show me I'm your mate. Do me, Dean... like I want... you know..." Hard. Merciless. Like they were alone in the world, and nothing else mattered.

“Promised you I wouldn’t leave you, Sammy. I’ll always choose you.” Dean whispered, repeating his vow all over again. A promise he would always keep, no matter what happened now.

At Sam’s needy demands Dean licked his way back into his brother’s mouth with a deep groan. Exploring every inch inside, owning, possessing, and claiming what was his. His hand slid between their bodies to grasp both their cocks, stroking them together as he continued to move against his brother. Hot precome already beginning to leak a little from the tips, that he smeared down the length of their shafts to ease the friction, letting them move faster, harder, against one another.

“You feel so good, baby. So damn good.” Dean whispered against his brother’s mouth and then caught the younger man’s lower lip with his teeth. Nipping lightly as he shifted to his knees between his brother’s legs. His free hand pushing Sam’s legs higher, opening him wider. His fingers, now slick with both their come, slid down to his brother’s opening and pushed inside. One finger quickly becoming two as he opened the younger man quickly for his cock, raining kisses all over Sam’s face and neck, whispering words of love and how much his brother meant to him.

When he simply couldn’t wait to be inside of the younger man any longer, Dean withdrew his fingers and shifted to press his cock against Sam’s opening. Pulling back just far enough to look into his brother’s eyes as he pushed into Sam easily, sinking in to the hilt.

“Love you, Sammy…” He whispered as he started to fuck his brother just like he wanted, just like they both wanted. Hard. Deep. Claiming. Leaving no doubt to either of them that Sam belonged to him… and that he belonged to Sam…

He loved how his brother touched him... just right. Dean just knew what he needed, almost before Sam even knew. Reaching between their bodies, Sam closed his hand lightly around Dean's fist moving up and down their cocks. The feel of his brother's callous roughened palm moving over him, squeezing him against his own cock, made him so fucking crazy, he could barely speak... he let his eyes and his reactions do the talking for him, showed Dean how much he licked it, this.

He listened intently as Dean told him he felt good. Groaning as his brother nipped his lip and forced his legs apart, Sam knew what was coming. Breathing hard, he let Dean's kisses and words of love relax him as his brother sank his fingers inside him. It felt like it had been forever since they'd made love. Forever since they'd touched without the fear of what others would think. He was starved for this, for Dean, and his almost uncontrollable need for his brother right now made him realize it.

His hands moved up and down Dean's back, his shoulders, blunt fingernails biting into his brother's flesh, leaving crescents as Sam expressed his need for there to be no space between them. "Need you, God.. Dean' please," he begged. Fuck the lube, he could take it... he had before, and right now all he wanted was Dean inside him, a part of him.

The blazing hot look in Dean's eyes as he aligned himself told Sam his brother was not in any better shape. "Fuck me. Love me. Take me," he said, pushing up against the tip of Dean's cock, making it impossible for his brother to be gentle with him. He didn't want gentle, he wanted Dean... now.

The blinding pain of Dean's sudden invasion had Sam throwing his head back, barely restraining the sound that wanted to tear from the back of his throat. He took two deep breaths, opened his eyes again, and gave Dean the look that said move. Then Dean was fucking him... hard, pulling out and slamming into him, like he wanted to be sure Sam never forgot who he was with, that he was Dean's... Dean's mate... for life. "Yeah...oh God Dean, just like that," he whispered roughly, pulling his brother close. When it wasn't enough, he locked his ankles low on Dean's back, helping him fuck harder. "Love you... Love you Dean. So much..." his eyes glazed over as he lifted up, kissing his brother's chest and neck, pulling him inside his body, clenching around him... proving over and over that they belonged together.

Dean couldn’t have stopped, or even slowed down, even if he wanted to. Sam wasn’t letting him. The way the younger man was clinging to him, encouraging him with his words and the movement of his body… Dean could do nothing else but take what he wanted from his brother, and give the younger man everything he needed.

When Sam’s legs wrapped around his hips, pulling him even deeper into his body, Dean gave Sam what he obviously wanted, and fucked him even harder. The pace almost brutal, and maybe he should have been worried about hurting Sam but the younger man’s scent spoke of nothing but pleasure, need, and desire. Sam wanted this. To be claimed. To feel him for days. Maybe his brother would change his mind when he was walking funny for a week, but right now, Dean gave it to him just like Sam wanted.

“Mine…” Dean growled low in his throat as he took a hold of his brother’s cock in his hand again and began stroking the younger man’s hard leaking flesh in time with his deep thrusts. Angling his thrusts to make sure that he hit his lover’s prostate with every deep thrust, giving Sam all the pleasure he could. He wanted this to be perfect. He wanted this to be a moment neither of them would ever forget.

He didn’t care if the headboard struck the wall, or if his obscene pornographic moans were heard throughout the entire motel. Right now he didn’t care who knew that Sam was his, would always be his, maybe the possessive part of him even wanted everyone to know.

“I’m gonna come, baby. I want you with me.” Dean whispered as his body tensed, his muscles clenching, his growls and moans of pleasure deepened as he prepared to release inside of his brother. Giving the younger man’s cock a few more tugs. Loving the way Sam clenched around him as he buried himself to the hilt inside of his brother. His cock pulsed, filling his brother’s tight passage with thick ropes of his seed.

Legs locked around his brother, Sam raised himself up to meet every one of Dean's brutal thrusts, needing them, anticipating them, wanting them. He wanted his brother just like this, neither of them coherent, overtaken by uncontrollable need... desire. The sounds Dean made washed over him, enflaming him, making him moan back.

Dean's whispered order had Sam clenching his ass around Dean's cock, his lips parted and his breaths panted out as Dean touched him, stroked his fist up Sam's dick a few more times.... hard, and then Sam was with Dean. "Oh... God... Dean..." he did his best to keep his cry low as his body wound tight... and tighter... then broke, releasing hard, his cum coating Dean's hand and stomach.

"Dean..." he said almost weakly, his mind spinning as he searched for his brother's mouth and kissed him softly, still clenching around Dean's softening cock still deep inside him. He moved his hands up and down Dean's back and ass, touching him as possessively as his brother had touched him.

When they both stopped moving and Dean had collapsed on top of him, Sam buried his face in Dean's throat. "We weren't... too loud... were we?" Yeah, he knew they had been, and that he should be freaking out right now. Instead, he was thinking they could claim their neighbors were watching porn... or something.

Dean couldn’t help but watch, rapt, as Sam came for him. His brother’s face a mask of ecstasy as he spilled all over his chest, stomach, and his hand wrapped around the younger man’s pulsing cock. Dean continued to stroke that beautiful cock, moaning into the younger man’s mouth as his brother’s inner muscles clenched around him so damned tight that he came again. So damned good… so damned perfect… When his brother had milked him dry, Dean collapsed heavily on top of the younger man. Panting where he rested against his brother’s chest, not giving a damn how messy they both were, Sam’s come now covering them both.

“Oh fuck, Sammy…” He whispered against his brother’s sweat slick skin, an almost purr vibrating in his chest the way Sam’s hands moved over his shoulders and back possessively. When his brother’s hands slid over his ass, Dean rolled his hips, letting Sam feel his cock still buried inside of him. “So good…”

Sam’s question made a laugh break free from him in spite of himself. Yeah, they were pretty damned loud, weren’t they? Did he give a damn? Not really. He knew he should be more worried about it, the possibility that their father had overheard them, but he was just fucking tired of worrying. He’d worried enough for the last several weeks to last him a fucking lifetime. Right now he just wanted to enjoy this, him and Sam together, without anything ruining it.

“Maybe. Maybe not.” Dean finally replied, pushing himself up on his elbows to look down at his brother lovingly. Before a teasing grin broke out on his face. “We could always try again.”

When his brother laughed... a real laugh, Sam felt his heart lift. Smiling, he watched Dean closely, still holding him like his brother would slip through his fingers if he didn't. Lifting up slightly, he slide his mouth across Dean's and lay back. "You're such a tease," he gave Dean a look, and raised one hand up to stroke his face. "It's... over. The worrying, the hoping... the..." he nodded, unable to finish the sentence. "I just... I guess I keep thinking I'm gonna wake up, and it's all been just a dream, you know?"

Sliding his hand from Dean's face, to the back of his neck, he pulled him down for another heated kiss. His mouth was open as he fitted it against Dean's, and slid his tongue into his brother's mouth, kissing him like he hadn't seen him in forever. He took his time, gliding his tongue over Dean, stroking his pallet, then entwining their tongues as he moaned, then pulled away, needing to breathe. "It's always going to be like this between us, right... always."

It was really a rhetorical question. He was still processing, still trying to make himself believe. They'd been under stress for so long, the future unknown. His brother had tried to kill himself. Sam had lived with the fear of a repeat performance. And all the rest of it. His arms tightened around Dean just a fraction, then he let go. "Think we can take a quick shower... together?" He licked his lips, knew it was a risk, but thought they could put the chair in front of the door or something.

Dean grinned even more when Sam called him a tease. Though it faded somewhat when Sam went on. All a dream… yeah, Dean could definitely understand that. It was kind of hard to believe that it had turned out the way it did. Cassandra was dead. The rest of the werewolves, they’d hunt them down in time. The ‘cure’… well, Connal had warned him there would be side effects. Yeah it was going to take a lot of getting used to. But he’d take walking around on four paws and growing a tail for three nights a month to turning into a bloodthirsty monster that ripped out and ate people’s hearts.

When Sam pulled him back down into a kiss, Dean felt his worries melting away and he gave himself over to it completely. Giving a small sound of complaint when his brother finally let him up for air. Was it always going to be like this? If Dean had any say in the matter, hell yes.

“You’re such a girl.” Dean teased his brother rather than answering instead, grinning. Then Sam was mentioning a shower, together. Dean’s grin turned from amused to lustful as his eyes tracked the flicker of his brother’s tongue across his lips.

“Hell yes.” He replied, pushing himself off of the younger man and holding his hand out to his brother.

Sam was about to protest the girl comment when he saw how easily distracted Dean could get. All it took was a dart of his tongue. Good to know, he’d need this kinda information when dealing with his brother. Grinning, he gave Dean his hand and let him pull him up.

“Awww... fuck...” He gripped Dean’s shoulder for support for a second. He’d forgotten how rough they’d been, but was feeling it now. “I think... you need to wipe that wolfish grin off your face. Sometimes shower mean... you know, just getting clean,” he nodded, letting go and walking to the bathroom slightly ahead of Dean.

He turned the water on in the shower, then, without looking back, he grabbed his brother’s hand and dragged him inside. “I was kidding.” He suspected Dean was pouting at that, or mock pouting. In either case, he just wanted Dean’s mouth on him again, cause he knew that once they left the room, it would be back to pretending there was nothing like this between them.

Plastering himself against Dean, he kissed him, one hand reaching blindly for the soap and starting to wash his brother’s back. Nothing said he couldn’t kill two birds with one stone.

They’d stayed at the motel for the remaining two nights of the full moon.

He had received hugs from both Dad and Bobby that morning after the first night. Both older men obviously relieved to see him returned to normal, walking upright and with opposable thumbs again.

Neither John nor Bobby gave any indication that they’d heard anything out of the ordinary coming from the boy’s room that morning, and Dean and Sam certainly weren’t going to bring it up. If Bobby had looked at them a little too knowingly that morning, then Dean chose to ignore it and feign ignorance. Bobby seemed just fine with that option as well. As long as the older hunter kept his suspicions to himself and didn’t tell their father he suspected John’s sons were fucking, then Dean didn’t really care what the older man thought.

Dean had to admit, that first night knowing he was going to change into a four legged wolf and probably have little control over his actions he’d been nervous. Telling Sam that maybe they should chain him up, just in case, but his brother refused. Agreeing at least to keep the tranquilizer gun close at hand, but it wasn’t needed. Neither that night or the night that followed. In fact, the only incident they’d had was when Sam had let him out of the room one of the nights to do his ‘business’ outside, and the motel manager had informed his brother if his ‘dog’ took a dump that Sam was expected to clean it up.

He had laughed until his stomach hurt the next morning remembering that. He was remembering more and more what happened during the time he transformed.

Dean and Sam were in the Impala now heading back to California. Bobby and John had decided to stay in the area to hunt down the rest of the werewolves. Dean had wanted to stay and help the two older hunters, but their dad had insisted he go. Just in case any other hunters showed up looking for him. Bobby was already in the process of trying to see if any other hunters were gunning for him and to try to get them to cease fire if there were, but in the mean time it was a good idea to keep moving.

Dean had to admit, he wasn’t too thrilled about their destination, but he understood… kind of. Sam had really liked the girl, Jess, he’d been living with. His brother felt he owed her some kind of explanation rather than just dropping off the face of the earth. Plus, there were some things from the apartment that Sam wanted to get. Yeah, Dean had agreed to go, didn’t mean he had to like it.

Still, he tried to keep his jealous instincts on the down low, for Sam’s sake. He could tell this wasn’t easy for his brother. Dean couldn’t stop the slight frown that formed on his face when they pulled up outside Sam’s apartment on campus.

“Want me to go in with you?” Dean asked, as he glanced over at his brother in the passenger seat as he shifted the car into park. He already knew the answer, but thought he should ask anyway.

When they left dad and Bobby, Sam didn’t know what he was feeling. He’d announced that he was quitting school, pulling out, and would be a full time hunter like the rest of them. It was weird. Maybe he’d thought he’d see victory in his dad’s eyes, but he didn’t. He couldn’t read the man, still wanted a reason to be angry at him... maybe out of habit... but his dad hadn’t given him any, unless being impassive counted.

The trip hadn’t been bad. He and Dean had a lot more freedom now that they were alone, and it had been nice not to worry about who might hear, or walk in. They’d even had sex outside... and how Dean talked him into it, Sam didn’t even know.

Once they’d crossed the California state lines, he’d started to get nervous. Dean had grown quieter, though Sam was pretty sure that it was taking a lot for his brother to keep a lid on it. Instinctively, he knew that even though Dean understood the reason he was seeing Jess was to break up with her, he didn’t like it, would stop him if he didn’t control his werewolf emotions.

The car finally came to a stop in front of his apartment with Jess. All sorts of feeling swamped him. The hopes he’d had when he’d first arrived, the dreams of normality, and how much he’d missed his brother... how he’d known their two worlds might never mesh. Now he’d chosen to live in his brother’s world. The truth was... he’d never really belonged here either.

Dean’s question had him looking over at his brother. “No. I have to do this.” He let out a heavy sigh and reached for the door handle, his hand shaking slightly. “I’ll... I don’t know how long it will take, Dean.” He licked his lips, then just slid out of the passenger side and closed the door.

Crossing the street, he went up the stairs and into the building. He had the key, but he knocked. When Jess answered, she threw her arms around him. Instinctively, he held her, partly to hold her away from him. She must have felt he was a little stiff, because she let go and took a couple steps back.

“Hi Jess. You look... good,” he said. “Can I come in?”

“You live here,” she answered, her gaze locked with his. “Don’t you?”

A lump rose in his throat as he passed her and walked inside, past the book shelves they’d put together.

“Sam, where have you been. I know you said it would be hard to get reception, but...”

He turned to look at her again. “Jess, wait. I’m quitting school. Pulling out.”

“Why, what happened,” she asked, stepping towards him, worry reflected in her voice and the frown lines on her forehead. “Is your brother alright. You did find him, you said he was ill and...”

“Yeah, Dean’s fine.” Guilt washed over Sam. “I’m... I’m going with him. He needs me...”

“That family business you didn’t want to join,” she asked.

He nodded, “but its not like that now. I found where I belong.”

“I don’t get a say in this? Sam? We’re not going to talk about this, you’re just... What about us.”

He stared back at her, his eyes glistening. “I’m sorry.”

“You’re sorry? That’s it, that’s the explanation I get? You don’t even want to try? I mean I could finish school, still visit you. We could...”

“No. No Jess, we can’t.”

“You met someone?” Her chin rose, eyes gleaming with accusation now.

“It’s not that.”

“Don’t lie to me, Sam. I know you.”

“No you don’t. No you don’t jess,” he’d had to hide a big part of his life from her. “I’m just... I’m gonna get a few things.”

She stayed rooted to the spot as Sam went to their room and got a few of his things, throwing them in a duffel back. He found her in the same place near the door. “Jess, I’m sorry... I... I never meant for it to end.” He’d opened the door when she moved toward him.

“Take it.”

He looked at her face, and opened his hand.

She dropped a delicate ring with a tiny diamond stone into his palm.

“I don’t... you don’t have to...”

“Go Sam,” she said, her voice catching as she started to close the door.

“M’sorry... sorry Jess,” he mumbled, leaving quickly. Outside, he took a couple deep breaths, then headed down the stairs. The ring burned a hold in his palm. He let it fall onto the sidewalk, watched it bounce a few times, then roll into the grass.

Across the street was his future. No... his present, cause already Dean was out of the car and opening the trunk for him. Taking one more deep breath, he rushed across the street, and gave his brother a small smile as he put his bag away. He felt Dean searching his face, knew he was looking for signs of stress. “Let’s go. We got a long drive to San Diego, and I’d like to make it there while it’s still light. Got a date with this guy who’s kind of a pain in the ass, but so fucking hot... Anyway, we’re going to walk on the beach and he’ll... he’ll probably find a way to talk me into sex under the pier or something... he’s got this thing for sex in public places.” For a few seconds, he closed his hand over Dean’s, threading their fingers together, then pulled away.

He heard the trunk close, and they both got into the car at the same time. As he leaned back, he was thankful for Dean’s loud music, and after a while, a couple miles maybe, he started to sing with it. At first, Dean gave him and odd look, but then they were singing at the top of their voices and neither of them could hold a tune, but it was right... felt right.