When Sam's mom mentioned his pills, Dean nodded and reached for the pill bottle, popping one into his mouth, and swallowing it down with a pull from his Coke. He actually wasn't hurting that badly right now, but he knew if he waited too much longer before taking his painkillers it probably would get a lot worse.

He munched on a few chips and finished off the soda while Sam's mom put away the weapons and cleaning supplies. Once the couch bed was mostly cleared off again, Dean laid back down. Finally he closed his eyes and decided he might as well nap a little until Sam got home so he wouldn't spend all his time with the younger boy sleeping like yesterday.

It actually didn't take Dean long to fall asleep. Maybe he was more worn out than he thought. Soon after he closed his eyes, the dreams started. But these dreams had nothing to do with fire, death, and yellow eyes. Rather they had everything to do with the beautiful hazel eyed boy that had infatuated him from practically the first time Dean laid eyes on Sam.

The first time they had made out was here in this house. In the basement while Sam's parents and Bobby were outside having a fucking picnic. In Dean's dreams though, he and Sam didn't stop with a little kissing and a hand job.

Dean had Sam spread out on that pool table, completely naked except for the light sheen of sweat that had formed on his skin as Dean fucked into him. Sam clutching at him, whimpering, arching his back and neck with every deep thrust, and biting his lip practically bloody to keep from crying out with pleasure. Dean couldn't stop the groans of pleasure from spilling from his lips even though Sam tried to keep silent.

"Sammy…"

Sam walked into the den and immediately saw that Dean was dreaming and thrashing around a bit. Dean called out his name and Sam rushed to his side, ready to shake him out of the nightmare when he realize Dean had a serious woody sprouted. He glanced over his shoulder. His mom would definitely be out in the kitchen for a bit yet. At minimum they had ten minutes, but maybe as much as a half hour. So long as his mom didn't have to go to the bathroom or something. Okay so he really shouldn't be doing this. He should just wake Dean up…but…

Sam grabbed towel that was there. It seemed clean. Pulling back the blanket he undid the button on Dean's jeans and unzipped them. God, it sounded so loud. And the groans Dean was making, he had to keep Dean quiet. He pulled Dean's undershorts down, put the towel over Dean leaking cock, pulled the blanket back up, then plastered his mouth over Dean's. He reached under the blanket and towel and began to slowly jack him off. He prayed he could keep Dean from shouting out his name, but the blanket was in place and he could just blame it on a nightmare…he hoped. He cupped the back of Dean's head with his free hand to make sure he kept his mouth over Dean's and when Dean groaned, he pushed his tongue inside. If his parents caught him, he'd melt into the floor or explode into flames from embarrassment. At the same time, he couldn't deny the thrill going through him at doing this, just like the thrill when they'd done it in the basement. There was no doubting if he was having a wet dream, to wake up to Dean really being there, really jacking him off, that would be just a little bit more than awesome as hell.

Fuck, Sam felt so good. So hot. So tight. He’d never fucked a virgin before, and it was even better than he’d imagined it would be. He was already close, so damned close. He tried to hold off, wanting to make it last longer. But it was hard, so damned hard, Sam felt so damned good…

Then the younger boy was kissing him and Dean’s next louder groan of pleasure was muffled by Sam’s mouth covering his own. He felt the other boy’s tongue push its way into his mouth and Dean eagerly twined his own tongue with the slick muscle. Reaching for Sam to pull the younger boy closer to him, damn, he just couldn’t get close enough.

Dean’s hips began to lift, his hard cock thrusting into the younger boy’s hand wrapped around him… wait… Sam’s hand? The young man’s momentary confusion was quickly washed away by another wave of pleasure when Sam squeezed him and turned his wrist just so, fuck that was good, and Dean decided he’d figure it out later. He didn’t care as long as Sam didn’t stop, and Dean made his appreciation known when he moaned again and began sucking on Sam’s tongue in his mouth.

Not long now. Not long. His cock was already weeping, his own fluids slicking the way a little as he thrust into the younger boy’s grip. One final groan and he was coming in Sam’s hand.

Sam couldn't deny he was getting a little hot himself, a little hard as he stroked Dean and kissed him. When Dean started really responding, obviously waking up, his jeans were definitely getting a tad uncomfortable. He couldn't swallow back his own groans as he felt Dean's cock sliding in his hand. It was a turn on he hadn't really expected. And then his hand was drenched in cum and he felt his own body react sharply and he let out a muffled moan into Dean's mouth. Holy crap. He'd just come in his pants. Okay now if his mom walked in on that… He felt his face color a bit as he pulled back from Dean.

"Afternoon," Sam said with a grin, running his hand through the cum on Dean's stomach before pulling his hand out enough to grab the towel and use it to clean the cum from Dean's stomach that the towel hadn't stopped. He admired the flushed look to Dean's face and the slightly swollen look to Dean's lips. He'd really missed having Dean at his side. Yeah, Jeff had done a good job keeping him safe, but he missed it being Dean's arm over his shoulder or around his waist. It had kinda hurt when someone made a snide comment about Sam whoring about and how ironic was that? It was the damned school kids that had the "sponsoring program." Somehow he didn't figure a lot of the sponsors necessarily kept their little whores all to themselves. He figured Eric would have eventually made him available to his group of 'friends.' Jeff whispered to him to him not to worry about it, but it bothered him all the same. He wouldn't cheat on Dean, dammit. They were boyfriends. And boyfriends didn't cheat, not when they were going steady and well, that was Dean and his relationship, wasn't it? …He hoped it was.

Sam leaned in and kissed Dean again, being very thorough, almost like he was claiming Dean and making sure Dean didn't ever want to kiss anyone else ever again. When he finally came up for air he said, "I take it that wasn't a nightmare." Giving Dean an almost hard look. "And that better have been me and not Betty-Sue the cheerleader or something."

Dean was breathing more than a little heavily when Sam finally broke their kiss and he could only stare up at the younger boy with something akin to awe. Had Sam really just… woken him up with a hand job?

Well, the come slicking his stomach and the younger boy’s hand still wrapped around his dick pretty much confirmed that. Sam had woken him up with a hand job. In the younger boy’s living room. In the middle of the afternoon. When anyone could have walked in on them… That was so kinky… Dean couldn’t help the shit eating grin that spread over his face as Sam went about wiping him down with a towel.

He was still grinning when Sam leaned in to kiss him again, and Dean cupped the back of the younger boy’s neck moaning softly at the sheer possessiveness in the kiss. Giving back as good as he got from Sam, letting his tongue play in the younger boy’s mouth until he was breathing even harder when they finally parted.

At Sam’s look, and his almost jealous words, Dean couldn’t help burst out laughing.

“I’m not the one with the cheerleader fetish, Sammy.” Dean teased, still grinning. “Actually, I was dreaming about fucking you over that pool table you’ve got downstairs.”

At Dean's admission, Sam felt the heat rise in his face. "Shh! Mom's just in the kitchen!" Sam said. "A 'yeah' would have been just fine. And I do not have a cheerleader fetish," he insisted. "It was just the one girl. And you wouldn't look good in a mini-skirt."

The thought of Dean in a cheerleader outfit made Sam laugh. "Yeah. Definitely not something I'd want to see. I'd have to gouge my eyes out or something." He looked at Dean. "Pool table huh? Well…maybe one day we'll come here after school instead. Course the nosy neighbors might wonder at all the sounds coming from the house. And I'm not really sur I could ever play another game of pool on that table with my Dad ever again." Sam thought about it and shook his head. "Nope. No pool table." And evil grin slipped onto his lips. "Bobby's desk might work." He grew a little more serious and added, "But let's make it a bed the first time, okay? Yours. Mine…nah, I'd rather it be in yours."

He gave Dean another quick kiss. "I better get rid of the evidence. Mom wants me to help make the salads up in a few minutes." He looked down at the blanket covering Dean. "Do you need a fresh blanket too, or are you good? I don’t' want my parents walking in to see a wet spot there. And I, uh, kinda need to change my pants before mom sees me." He glanced down at his own groin and grinned a little sheepishly.

Dean couldn’t help but laugh at Sam’s blush and the worried look on the younger boy’s face. Sam had woken him up with a mind blowing hand job and now he was worried about his mother in the kitchen because Dean was talking dirty?

The older boy only smirked at Sam’s protests that he didn’t have a cheerleading fetish… then started talking about him in a cheerleading outfit. Dean raised an eyebrow at that. He wasn’t sure if he was more surprised by the fact that Sam had thought of that or that the younger boy had said it aloud without blushing more. Talk about kinky.

Well, he was glad that wasn’t something Sammy wanted to try. Dean was willing to experiment quite a bit, and he’d do almost anything for the younger boy if Sam really wanted it. But Dean drew the line at wearing a dress. A miniskirt at that.

When Sam started talking about the possibilities of them actually making his dream a reality, Dean couldn’t help but grin. Oh yeah, that he would definitely like to do sometime. The thought of Sam blushing every time the younger boy used the table for pool after that made Dean chuckle. Though a look of almost horror crossed his face when Sam mentioned Bobby’s desk. That was just… gross.

Dean shook his head. He was creating a monster.

“My bed. Alright.” Dean replied with a smile at the younger boy’s request when Sam’s expression turned more serious. Dean definitely liked that idea. Having Sam in his bed, Sam’s first time… yeah, he liked that idea a lot.

Then Sam mentioned having to wash his hands because he would have to go make salad, and Dean snorted so hard in amusement it almost hurt.

“I think I’m good.” He replied regarding the blanket, and then couldn’t stop his eyes from drifting to Sam’s crotch when the younger boy mentioned his need to change. Sam had come in his pants just from giving him a hand job, damn if that didn’t make him really hot. Dean let his hand come to rest on Sam’s inner thigh, running his palm up as he pushed up to give the younger boy a less quick kiss.

Dean gave the younger boy’s cock a few gentle squeezes, knowing how sensitive Sam would still be, before he broke their kiss with a grin.

“That was really hot, Sammy. I wanna make it up to you… later.”

That Dean agreed to sleep with him the first time in his bed instead of wanting to do it someplace like the back seat of the Impala, or the kitchen table, or the pool table pleased Sam even if when he thought about it he felt a little nervous flutter in his stomach. He was actually going to let a guy—a guy—do him. Dean had a pretty damned big cock and he wondered if it would hurt a lot. But Dean would never hurt him. At least he wouldn't mean to, so that meant it probably wouldn't hurt, not much anyhow. He hoped not. He didn't think sex would be fun if it hurt all the time. And Dean seemed to really enjoy it when he stuck his own fingers up his ass when he was masturbating. Dammit he wished Dean would hurry up and get better so they could try some of these things out and Sam could be sure he wanted to walk this particular path and walk it with Dean.

Kissing Dean back he felt Dean's hand on his thigh and groaned softly when Dean squeezed him. Shit that felt good and he really wanted more. He wanted Dean to reach inside his pants and run his hand over Sam's cock which was already begin to twitch again. He was a bit disappointed when Dean broke their kiss though he liked that Dean wanted to make it up to him. He just kinda wanted it to be now instead of later. He probably had another ten minutes or so, right? His pants were already soaked. Glancing over his shoulder he listened hard. His mom was still definitely in the kitchen.

Sucking his lower lip into his mouth, he bit it and then with a slight flush, whether from excitement or embarrassment he wasn't sure, he undid his jeans. He opened the zipper. Taking Dean's wrist he brought Dean's hand to his cum soaked underwear. "Jack me off now?" he asked hopefully if a bit shyly. "But fast, just in case Mom calls."

When Sam glanced over his shoulder nervously, Dean was about to pull his hand away from the other boy’s crotch. Sam was obviously worried about them getting caught, which Dean knew he should be worried about too. Hell, what they’d already done was really pushing it. The last thing they needed was one of Sam’s parents to catch him in the middle of groping their son, and for them to slap him with a statutory rape charge. Especially now knowing that Sam’s mother was a former hunter. If she didn’t cut off his balls herself, she might make his dick shrivel up and fall off.

So Dean was a bit surprised when instead of telling him they should really stop now, Sam unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. Leading his hand back to his dick and asking him to jerk him off even though he’d just come. Damn, to be fifteen again. Dean smiled.

“Alright.” Dean replied, wondering if they both weren’t a little crazy for doing this. Now. It would be much ‘safer’ if they waited until later, when Sam’s parents were asleep or something. But maybe the possibility of getting caught was all part of the thrill.

Dean started rubbing Sam through his underwear first, already feeling the younger boy’s dick beginning to twitch and harden under his touch. Feeling how wet Sam was, how much the younger boy had come without even being touched at all the first time, was a definite turn on as well.

“Christ, you’re so wet, Sammy. So hot…” Dean breathed, before slipping his hand into the waistband of the younger boy’s underwear. He wrapped his fingers around Sam’s cock and began to stroke him, the younger boy’s come providing more than enough lubrication as his fingers slid up and down the hardening shaft.

“Missed you today…” He admitted, rubbing his thumb around the younger boy’s crown, stroking him a little faster.

Sam was pleased when Dean said yes. He swallowed back his moan as Dean caressed him, feeling the wet material slide over his half hard cock. When Dean reach down the front of his underwear he had to bite his lip to keep silent. The memory of Eric's hand sliding inside his pants was almost washed away. Eric had reached in and squeezed, forcing it all on Sam. Dean's hand was gentle, wanting to give Sam as much pleasure as he could.

Sam wanted this so much, he was almost shocked by his desire, especially after Eric's treatment of him. He watched Dean's face and could see how much Dean wanted it too. To be touched by the senior this way had his cock beginning to fill again. though he'd cum the hell out in his pants from jacking off Dean, he hadn't been touched, hadn't been brought off by anything other than Dean's pleasure. While he was very pleased he had brought Dean off there was something unsatisfying that he had come without his own cock being stroke and touched. Dean's calloused hand running up and down his shaft, using his own cum and lubricant, shit, he had to agree with Dean. It was hot and turned him on even more.

Dean's words made him warm all over. Dean had probably slept most of the day, he was asleep when Sam had called at lunchtime but knowing Dean had missed him while he was awake made him feel happy. Dean had missed him enough he'd been dreaming about fucking him on the pool table after all. "Missed you too," Sam said. "A lot. Wanted your arm over my shoulder or around my waist, not his." Seeing Dean's look, he reassured him, "Your cousin isn't into guys."

He threw back his head as Dean began to stroke him faster and his hips began to thrust of their own accord. Don't make noise, he told himself firmly. Don't make noise! His breath hissed between his lips as his hips moved faster, sliding through the slick channel Dean's hand made for him. So good. It felt so good.

"God, Dean, yes," he whispered, wishing he was on top of Dean, thrusting against him, or Dean's mouth instead of his hand was stroking his cock. He needed to be kissing Dean's mouth suddenly as much as he needed Dean's hand on him. He leaned down and captured Dean's mouth, moaning into it.

Dean smiled in reply to Sam’s words. He liked hearing that Sam had missed him too. He knew that right now the younger boy needed him, and that was a big reason why Sam was with him. If Sam didn’t need protection from Eric, then Sam never would have looked at him twice. The younger boy hadn’t even been into guys before all this happened. While he thought that maybe Sam genuinely liked him a little now, Dean was still certain that one day when Sam didn’t need him for protection anymore that Sam would move on. So it was nice to hear that even today, when Sam hadn’t really needed him, because Jeff had been there to protect him, that Sam still missed him.

Though hearing about how Jeff had his arms around Sam all day made him less happy. Even though he knew it was ‘necessary’, he still didn’t like hearing about it. When Sam said that his ‘cousin’ wasn’t all that into guys… ok that made him feel a little better. But then again, Sam hadn’t been into guys either before…

Yeah, ok, he was a little jealous. Sue him.

He had been worried about the younger boy too. Though he knew that Jeff was perfectly capable of taking care of himself, and Sam, he had still hated not being there. Not knowing what was going on. Even though Sam’s mother told him Sam had called and told her that he was all right, Dean had still worried. It was such a relief seeing Sam now, unharmed, not a scratch on him that he could see. Considering how the younger boy had woken him up, Sam was apparently in good spirits too.

Then Sam was throwing his head back in pleasure, thrusting into his grip, and all thoughts of jealousy and worry bled away. Fuck, Sam was so hot. So beautiful. His. All his. Dean sped up his strokes along the hot length of Sam’s cock, whispering soft words of encouragement, his eyes never leaving the beautiful young boy.

When Sam dropped down to kiss him again, Dean eagerly captured the younger boy’s moan of pleasure. Reaching up to cup the back of Sam’s neck and thrusting his tongue into Sam’s mouth as he wished he could fuck into his body, just like his dream. Soon. He hoped. A few more days of healing, he hoped Sam would let him… but that didn’t mean he couldn’t give the younger boy a little taste now.

His hand slid down the length of the younger boy’s back to his ass, and with little preamble, slid underneath the back of Sam’s jeans. Groping and squeezing the firm muscles of the younger boy’s ass and then boldly sliding between the soft downy cheeks. Jacking off Sam’s cock even faster while his fingers found and gently teased over the tight puckered hole.

The way Dean kissed excited Sam that much more, the way his tongue thrust in and out mimicking the way Sam was thrusting into Dean's hand. Dean's hand behind his head was gentle, holding him, not forcing him. How had he come to care about Dean so much and so quickly? Was it just the sex he wondered but didn't think so. There was a connection between them he couldn't define even though they were from such different worlds.

Feeling Dean's hand squeeze his ass made him moan again even as he felt his balls growing heavier. When he felt Dean's finger at his hole he let out a small sound of surprise. It felt kinda…nice, but he wasn't ready to go there yet. He told Dean he wanted Dean to take his virginity but he was going to have to work up to that mentally. It still made him a little uneasy, a little scared even. He suddenly had a whole lot better understanding why girl's were reluctant to take that last and final step. They didn't seem to regret it and he didn't think he would either, but he wanted it on his terms. Too much of this had started out not being on his terms. And maybe he did only want Dean there first because of Eric, fearful that Eric would get a hold of him and make him afraid of ever being close in that way to anyone…especially Dean…again. If Dean wasn't injured maybe it would have gone that way tonight, but Dean was and Sam just didn't want the tease.

He reached around and pulled at Dean's wrist, and as soon as Dean's hand was out, twined their fingers. He kissed Dean more intensely, more demandingly, wanting to reassure him he wasn't upset.

"Not yet. Soon," Sam promised when he broke their kiss long enough to take in a breath. Then he was back at Dean, tangling his tongue with Dean's in battle. The heat filled him, fire scorching him and he squeezed Dean's hand tightly as he felt his balls draw up tightly and his cum spewed across Dean's hand and blanket.

Panting he drew away from Dean. "Don't be upset. I just want it all when we go there. You, me, a bed, all the time we need." He flushed as he smiled and added. "And my mom not in the other room." He kissed Dean lightly. "Is that okay?"

Sam’s surprised sound was muffled into their kiss, and while the younger boy didn’t immediately stop kissing him he could feel the slight tension in Sam. Dean wasn’t sure whether to stop or continue, but Sam made that clear a moment later when the younger boy grasped his wrist and pulled his hand away from his ass. Whatever worry Dean might have felt from overstepping his bounds however was eased when Sam only kissed him harder and twined their fingers together, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze.

When Sam finally broke their kiss, the younger boy’s panted words fanning across his swollen lips, Dean managed a slight nod before Sam was kissing him again. Kissing him so passionately it made Dean groan softly in pleasure even though he’d just come not minutes ago.

The thought that all their kissing was going to make it pretty obvious exactly what they’d been doing even if Sam’s mom didn’t hear them, the second she looked at their swollen lips she was going to know, briefly crossed Dean’s mind. But before he could suggest to Sam that maybe they should ease up, just a little, the younger boy was coming into his hand. All he could do was moan softly into Sam’s mouth as Dean continued to stroke his lover’s cock gently, milking him dry.

When Sam finally pulled away from him, leaving them both out of breath, Dean was a little surprised the younger boy could form complete sentences. Even as Sam spoke, Dean’s fingers never stilled on the younger boy’s flesh, though his touch was more tender now than arousing.

“I’m not upset. Sorry, I should have asked first.” Dean reassured the younger boy gently, giving Sam a fond reassuring smile. If the younger boy didn’t want him touching him there yet, that was fine. Sam shouldn’t be apologizing to him anyway, Dean should have asked first. Even though he hadn’t been planning on penetrating the boy with his fingers, he should have at least asked, made his intentions known. Maybe then Sam would have said it was alright for him to touch him there, or maybe he would have said no. But either way it was Dean’s fault for not asking first.

At Dean's apology, Sam beamed, knowing full well his dimples were showing. "You're the best, you know that? You're so," Sam paused hunting for the right word. What described someone who was thoughtful and caring and gentle? Some one who treasured someone else they way Sam felt Dean treasured him. Someone who wasn't afraid to apologize, someone who was the best damned kisser ever, Sam was certain, even if he didn't have a lot of experience in that department. "Perfect," Sam said. "You're perfectly what I want." He considered a moment longer. "Okay except for not being crazy about my parents, but they'll win you over. I know they will."

Although Sam just sort of wanted to collapse into Dean's arms, he knew he had to clean up. His mom would be calling him soon. He ran his fingers over Dean's slightly swollen lips and wondered if his own lips looked so…kissed. Maybe some cold water would help.

"I'll be back in a few," he said as he used the blanket to clean off Dean's cum covered hand and put his now flaccid cock back in his pants making a face at the chill wetness of his underwear. He gathered the towel and blanket, folding them up then hurried out of the room to the washing machine where he dumped them in and started the machine. He dashed to his room next and dug out fresh clothes then went to the restroom to wipe down and splash water on his face. After grabbing a fresh blanket for Dean and a wet washcloth and towel, he returned to Dean.

"A little evil too, by the way. All I wanna do is collapse beside you," Sam said with a yawn. He handed the senior the washcloth and set the towel and blanket beside him. At his mother's call he glanced out the door. "Be right there," he yelled back. He planted a light kiss on Dean's lips then with a mischievous look, thoroughly ruffled Dean's hair before dashing out the doorway, laughter following behind him.

The way Sam smiled at him, Dean probably should have been a little embarrassed about his heat doing a little girly flip flop. Talk about ruining his image as a bad ass. But he was starting to get used to the effect the younger boy seemed to have on him. Mainly, turning him into a giant lovesick girl… But when Sam called him perfect and what he wanted… yeah, Dean didn’t really mind. Not one bit.

Though he did roll his eyes a little when Sam mentioned his dislike of his parents, the boy just couldn’t let that go. Maybe Dean shouldn’t tell the younger boy that he was starting to think Sam’s mom might be kind of ok. No, not yet. The jury was still out on that one.

He grinned a little when Sam touched his lips, and kissed the younger boy’s fingers gently before they pulled away. Dean watched unashamedly as the younger boy slipped his cock back into his pants, wishing they had more time. He couldn’t help remembering the feel of Sam thrusting into his hand, kissing him so hard, and the brief touch Dean had gotten of the younger boy’s tight hole. How hot Sam had felt, even from the outside, and how the tight muscles had fluttered and clenched under his fingertips.

Soon, Sam promised. Soon. Though maybe he could convince the younger boy to try a rim job in the mean time. It was worth a shot.

When Sam was done cleaning off his hand Dean nodded when Sam said he would be back. He laughed a little when Sam returned, calling him evil of all things. Well, maybe a little. But he was sure Sam would agree only in the best ways. He gave the younger boy an obvious leer when he took the wash cloth from him.

Though the kiss was welcome he wasn’t expecting the ruffled hair bit, but that didn’t stop Dean from aiming a playful smack to the younger boy’s ass before Sam bolted from the room. Chuckling softly, Dean went about washing himself down, starting with his face to get rid of the slight sweat he’d worked up and finishing with cleaning off his hand, stomach, and groin more thoroughly. Trusting that Sam was distracting his mom enough to give him time to do so.

Once he was done he wiped down with the dry towel one more time then covered back up with the blanket. Hoping he looked presentable now just in case Sam’s mom decided to look in on him or something.

"How's Dean doing?" Keiko asked as Sam walked into the kitchen. The lasagna was cooling on the hot pad while the pie was in the oven beginning to bake and Keiko was gathering the dirty dishes from making everything and loading them into the dishwasher.

"Pretty good. He seems more happy than I figured he would be. Did you and him get along today?" Sam asked as he pulled out the salad makings from the fridge.

Keiko smiled. "Yes. Since you've been too busy to sharpen the throwing knives, I asked if Dean would like to. I even showed him how to sharpen and polish my katana and tanto."

Sam piled the things onto the counter. "That worked? Made him happy?" he asked as he pulled out bowls and the cutting board.

Laughing softly, Keiko nodded. "He likes weapons and appreciates them. And there isn't a whole lot an active young man can do when he's pretty much stuck in bed all day. He didn't seem interested in reading or board games. You can only watch so many movies and I figured you two would probably be doing that tonight. I didn't think he would like doing puzzles." She shrugged. "It kept him busy and we talked a little. I think he doesn't think I'm totally," she paused hunting for the right word, "lame? That would be the right word for it I think. He's not use to quiet suburbia and the nuclear family. We could be evil and have a game night tonight."

Sam rolled his eyes. "You got him to kinda talk to you and then you try to sabotage it. Great idea, Mom." Sam said quickly chopping up vegetables for the salad

She laughed at the face he made. "Just didn't want him missing out on the whole family thing."

"Don't think that's really his thing." Sam said as he filled up the bowls and sprinkled them with cheese and croutons. "Wanna bet he won't eat the salad?"

"No bet. Sounds like your father's home," she said, looking from where she wiping off the counter when she heare the garage door. "I know Dean's not up to eating at the table yet so you boys can eat in the den again. Hopefully tomorrow night we can torture him with dinner talk."

"You're trying to make him not like you, aren't you? I'm gonna stop giving him crap about him giving you and Dad a chance if you keep it up."

Poking fun at her son she said, "Touchy touchy, aren't we?"

Sam put two of the salads on the table. "I just want you guys to be friends. I don't like it when my friends and family don't like each other."

Sensing Sam was distraught over it, Keiko put her arms around Sam and gave him a hug. "Don't worry so much, Sam. We don't have to be the best of friends with your friends. We want to like them and trust them, but your friends don't have to feel like part of the family. This is all pretty foreign to Dean, I suspect. He had a rough time growing up and I don't think family was part of it. I don't think trust was either. If the best we get from him is polite respect, that may have to be enough."

"Do you trust him? Like him?" Sam asked, looking into his mother's brown eyes worriedly.

Keiko gave a nod. "I trust him. Do I like him…I like him better tonight than I did. He doesn't trust easily and with us in his territory even though it's our home, he's a little on guard against us. It's not a surprise. Your father had the same issues in some ways." She smiled. "Meeting my family the first time was practically a disaster. He was still pretty rough around the edges and didn't really get the Japanese customs and family ways. And he barely spoke any Japanese at that time too. He felt very out of his element, just as Dean does now."

"Do I hear you talking about me?" Jim said as he walked in and set two bags on the counter. One held the vanilla ice cream and the other was an unmarked brown bag. Keiko gave him a questioning look as Sam grabbed the ice cream and put it in the freezer.

Giving her a sheepish look he said, "I couldn't pass it up. The price was too good. I got the carburetor."

"You told me you didn't know how to put it together, let alone adjust it," Keiko pointed out.

"I'm hoping maybe Dean would be willing guide me through building it. I can put it on the engine myself I think. It'll be awhile before adjusting it comes into play. There's a long way to go before the engine will run. Maybe Dean can take a look at the car when he's feeling better and give me some pointers. Mmmm, dinner smells good. How son will it be ready?"

"As soon as you wash your hands," Keiko said, opening the oven and pulling out the foil wrapped garlic bread.

"Consider them washed," Jim said, going over to the kitchen sink.

Keiko and Sam began filling up the dinner plates and Sam loaded a tray up for Dean and himself. Jim carried Dean's tray while Sam carried his own.

"Evening Dean," Jim said. "Got you dinner. I'll get that sheet up across the doorway tonight. Sorry I didn't get to it yesterday." Jim settled the tray over Dean's lap, then took Sam's while Sam climbed onto the bed beside the older boy. "Want me to throw in a movie?"

Sam looked over at Dean. "Escape from New York? Or a monster movie or something?"

Dean had to admit the smells coming from the kitchen area were starting to make his mouth water. He was definitely getting his appetite back, which was a good thing. Maybe by tomorrow he’ll be able to get out of bed long enough to at least take a piss on his own. That would be nice.

He was tired of feeling like a invalid, damn it. But at the same time Dean knew Bobby would kill him if he pushed himself too hard too fast. Eric’s all too precise attack had set his recovery back already. The last thing Dean needed was to be set back even further. After all, he didn’t know how long Jeff would be willing to stick around to watch Sam’s back. Not to mention that was his job, not the older teen’s.

Dean sighed heavily, leaning his head back against his pillows as he stared up at the ceiling. At least his ankle was feeling a little better. Eric might have fucked up his side but the sprain wasn’t any worse. Maybe if he could get help just getting to his feet he would be fine walking around a little on his own. As long as he continued to wear the ankle brace for a little while.

Of course, there were other reasons why Dean wanted to recover quickly which were a little more selfish. Soon. Sam had said soon, and god, Dean wanted to be with the younger boy so badly. He had never wanted anyone like he wanted Sam. Though Dean guiltily wondered how much that had to do with the fact that the younger boy hadn’t been willing to give it up to him right away. Would he lose interest once he’d finally fucked Sam? No. He cared about Sam. Sam wasn’t just another fuck to him. Even if Sam hadn’t said soon, even if Sam said never, Dean would still care about him. He still really wanted to fuck the boy though…

Dean couldn’t help but laugh softly at himself. Christ, he was so horny. Even though Sam had jerked him off to wake him up, Dean had been half asleep for most of it. He hoped the younger boy would be up to more making out tonight, once his parents were asleep of course. He decided he probably should stop thinking about sex with Sam now or he was going to get a major hard on right before dinner and that would suck.

He heard the garage door and figured that meant Sam’s father was home. If he listened hard enough Dean thought could make out Sam’s and his parents voices, even though he couldn’t make out the actual words. It made him miss Bobby for some reason and Dean hoped the older hunter was all right. Dean knew he shouldn’t worry. The older man had plenty of capable back up to take down the werewolf, and besides, Bobby probably hadn’t even reached his destination yet much less started the hunt.

It wasn’t long after that that Sam and his father came in with the food that had been driving Dean crazy and his stomach grumbled loudly. Dean was ready to dig in practically as soon as the tray was on his lap. He gave the older man a nod of greeting and thanks. Barely resisting the urge to give Sam a playful eyebrow waggle when he looked over at the younger boy as Sam settled on the bed beside him at the sheet comment. Privacy. Kind of.

“Sure, whatever.” Dean replied at the offer of the movie. He didn’t really care what they watched. They probably wouldn’t be paying too much attention to the movie anyway. Behave, Dean grudgingly reminded himself.

"Escape from New York," Sam told his father. "Maybe we'll watch Dracula after that."

Jim chuckled and got out the tape and got it started. "I'll be back in to gather the plates—"

"I'll bring 'em out when we're ready for pie," Sam piped up happily. He looked at Dean. "She made Dutch apple pie. The apple pie we got from KFC? It's going to taste like cardboard next to one of Mom's pies, especially her Dutch apple. She only makes Dutch apple pie for special occasions. I think she made it just for you."

"I think you're probably right, Samuel. All right then. I'll get the sheet up in between movies. You boys need anything else?"

After glancing at Dean, Sam turned his hazel eyes on his father and shook his head. "We're good, Dad. Thanks!"

Jim gave a nod. "Just give a shout if you do. Plenty more lasagna and garlic bread."

His focus back on his boyfriend, Sam nudged his elbow. "Mom said you'd never had lasagna before. This will probably spoil any other lasagna for you. Mom's a real good cook."

Cutting off a chunk of lasagna, cheeses stretched from his fork to his plate. He blew across it then put it in his mouth, breaking the strings of cheese. "She likes cheese," he said around his mouthful of food, grinning at him.

As before Sam pretty much focused on the movie, but watched Dean to make sure he liked the lasagna and the way Dean was digging into it, he decided Dean did. "Snake Plisken," he said, pointing to the lead character, "he's so cool. You ought to let your hair grow out, get an eye patch and a tattoo, and then you could be just like him." Sam studied Dean a moment. "Nope. Maybe not. You're cool enough without all that." He laughed at the look Dean gave him. "Besides you have the cool car. That makes up for the tattoo and eye patch."

Snickering at Dean, Sam went back to eating and watching the movie.

Dean couldn’t help but roll his eyes a little when Sam went on, and on, about his mother’s cooking again. It seemed like the younger boy was always raving about his mom’s food, well, except her hamburgers. At least Dean got those beat. He had to wonder though if that was a normal thing, something boys with mother’s did, or if it was just another one of Sam’s quirks.

Then Sam went on to mention that his mother probably had made the pie ‘just’ for him Dean couldn’t help but snort a little in amusement at that. He wondered if he should tell Sam that she had actually given him his choice of deserts and he’d chosen pie. Maybe not, yet anyway. After all, Sam had promised to make it worth his while if he made nice with his parents and Dean still wanted to collect on that deal.

Ok, so he was a little single minded. Sue him. Sam made him horny.

Dean was glad when Sam’s father finally left them alone.

He rolled his eyes again at Sam’s nudge but he was smiling anyway as Dean dug into his food. Ok, he had to admit, it was pretty fucking good. He was hungry enough that Dean even behaved himself and didn’t try to molest the younger boy while they were eating.

Though when Sam suddenly piped up with his observation that he should grow his hair out and get a tattoo and eye patch of all things, Dean almost choked on his food. Giving Sam a look like the younger boy had lost his mind the way Sam studied him, as though imagining him looking like that. Finally he couldn’t help but laugh and shake his head.

“Tattoo and eye patch, huh? First a cheerleading fetish, now a pirate fetish? You’re even kinkier than I thought, Sammy.” Dean couldn’t help but tease the younger boy with a playful grin. “Or maybe you’ve just got a Kurt Russell crush.”

"I don't have fetishes!" Sam said, almost offended, then he looked thoughtful. "At least not yet. You'll have to give me some," he told the older boy with a grin. When Dean suggested he had a thing for Kurt Russell his eyes practically crossed and harrumphed and turned back to the movie. After watching it for a few minutes he observed, "Y'know, he is kinda hot."

Sam gave a sidelong glance at Dean to see if that made Dean jealous. He wasn't sure, but he thought maybe it did, just a little.

"Is liking you in my pants that are a size too small considered a fetish?" Sam wondered aloud. "And the way you smell of leather? And t-shirts. I like you in t-shirts. Ooo, I never thought about wet t-shirt contests for guys before. That might be cool." Deciding if Dean was going to accuse him of having fetishes, he was going to come up with some. "You might be fun in handcuffs. Then I could take advantage of you any way I wanted. Though after getting arrested and put in handcuffs, maybe not. I already know your fetishes. Pool tables. And the back seat of your car."

Sam leaned over and kissed Dean on the cheek. "You're hotter than Snake. Promise," he whispered in Dean's ear, then blew in it and straightened back up, returning his gaze to the movie as he continued to eat. He put the most innocent look on his face that he could.

Dean couldn’t help but snicker as Sam proclaimed, a little loud considering his parents were still up and about, that he didn’t have fetishes. Really, it seemed that the younger boy protested too much every time he brought it up. Made him wonder exactly what kind of kinky thoughts really went through Sam’s brain. The idea of giving Sam some fetishes to enjoy was quite a tempting offer. Dean could definitely think of a few things he might like to try with Sam… of course, he didn’t want to scare the younger boy either. Better start vanilla and work their way up. Though at the same time Dean couldn’t wait to give Sam his first rim job.

Really though, Dean wasn’t expecting Sam to admit that he thought Kurt Russell in the movie was ‘hot’. Especially if what Sam said was true a few weeks ago the younger boy had never even looked at other men like that.

In a way Dean was a little relieved. Maybe he hadn’t ‘turned Sam gay’ so much as opened his eyes a little. At the same time, Dean didn’t really like the idea of Sam thinking other guys were hot besides him.

Then Sam started talking about tight pants, leather, and wet t-shirts and Dean couldn’t help but chuckle as he shook his head. The handcuffs comment made him raise an eyebrow a little though, maybe more at the fact that Sam had said it without blushing. The younger boy’s whisper in his ear made him chuckle again even though he was kind of pleased by it at the same time.

Yeah, he wasn’t buying the all too innocent look that Sam was wearing right now. He knew better. He was creating a monster.

“So, we’ve gone from having no fetishes to having a leather and bondage fetish?” Dean teased, leaning in close to whisper into Sam’s ear. “Or I can pick you up for school in black leather pants a size too small if you want.”

Dean's whispered words about had Sam choke on his lasagna, his mind going immediately to that image, his cock taking an immediate rising interest, right along with the flush to his face that followed on its heels.

After he got past his minor choking spell he looked at Dean then glanced down at his plate of food. "Only if you don't plan on making it to school until lunchtime. The only reason we'd go in then is because I'd want to show off my too hot boyfriend in his tight leather. Not that the dress code would allow us to stay on campus long but it would be long enough that everyone would be looking at you and envious of me."

He made himself take a drink of coke, but the image of Dean in tight leather pants just wouldn't leave him. Then the thought of Dean, shirtless, in tight leather pants, cuffed to something over his head came next and Sam groaned a little as his cock took even more interest.

"Damn it," Sam muttered. He glared at Dean. "Okay, one point to you. You just gave me a fetish. Now stop it so I don't have to stop in the middle of my meal and go jack off. And after the movie, notice I said after, I want to know one of your fetishes. It's only fair."

Dean wasn’t sure whether to be amused or worried that Sam seemed to choke on his next bite of food thanks to his words. He wondered if the bright red color the younger boy was turning was due to embarrassment, arousal, or lack of air. Though before Dean could start pounding on the other boy’s back or giving Sam the Heimlich he seemed to recover, and Dean didn’t feel bad about laughing then. Now that he knew Sam could breathe.

Given the younger boy’s reaction, Dean might just have to do that sometime in the near future. Dean certainly didn’t mind skipping school in favor of some kinky sex. The idea of Sam wanting to ‘show him off’ after that kinky sex was surprisingly a turn on all on its own.

Maybe he would have to take Sam to a club or something eventually. Sure, clubs weren’t really his thing, he didn’t really like dancing, and it would be a lot harder to pass off Sam as legal in a club than a middle of nowhere bar, but it could be worth it. Especially if it was a kind of kinky sex club where he could grope Sam in public and no one would even look twice.

Dean kind of liked the idea of showing Sam off too.

The older boy laughed again when Sam admitted that Dean had given him his first fetish, and even though Sam has asked him to stop for the mean time he couldn’t help one last tease.

“If anyone gets to jack you off in the middle of dinner, it’s me.” Dean replied before turning back to his own meal.

Sam blushed. "Let's stick to eating lasagna."

Dean was quiet for the rest of the meal, which Sam was grateful for and kept his own mouth shut. Watching Snake be all suck-it-up and push through the injuries he took, Sam couldn't help but glance over at Dean, studying his profile discreetly. Yeah, Kurt Russell might be hot as Snake, but Dean had him beat. Dean was the coolest guy he knew, Sam decided. He was kind of a rebel, okay, maybe a lot of a rebel. Drove a pretty cool old car even if it didn't have air conditioning, cared about Sam, tried to look out for him, oh, and was an awesome kisser.

He tried to imagine what it would be like when Sam finally agreed to have sex with him. Would it be all fairy tale, heart fluttering stomach doing flip flops, or hot and wild? Maybe a little of both? He kind of liked the idea of it being a little a both. So sue him. He was a romantic about relationships. Though he never figured he'd end up as the girl in the relationship and he had to face it, he was. That bothered him a little. Even if he got aggressive with Dean, Dean was so much more experienced, Sam figured he'd always end up being the one being fucked and not get to do any of the fucking. He sighed softly at that. Dean had promised he would get him laid—with a girl—whenever Sam wanted it basically, and maybe…maybe he'd find being the girl of the relationship had its advantages. He had the feeling he could ask Dean to do anything and Dean would. Dean would dance naked on the roof if Sam convinced him he really wanted Dean to do that he'd bet.

By the time the movie ended, both of them had finished off every last bit of food on their plates. "Did you want anymore?" Sam asked, though he really wanted to ask him a slew of other questions like when Dean decided he liked Sam. Really, what did Dean see in a geek like Sam anyhow?

Dean merely chuckled softly at Sam’s blush and went back to eating his food. Behaving, for once, since he didn’t want one of the younger boy’s parents coming in and asking Sam why he was blushing and the other boy spontaneously combusting in response. He really should be behaving himself much more than he had been. They couldn’t risk getting caught. But to be fair, Sam had started it with that wake up hand job.

He couldn’t wait until Sam’s parents went to bed.

Dean finished all of the lasagna, and even ate some of the salad that had been on his tray of food. Since Sam had made it. By the time he was done he felt close to bursting, but it had been well worth it. Everything had been pretty awesome, just as Sam said it would be. Not that Dean was going to come right out and say that. Couldn’t make it too easy for the younger boy after all, but Dean was definitely a fan of lasagna now.

“Pie?” Dean answered without much hesitation when Sam asked him if he wanted any more. Even as full as he was the smell of the pie cooking in the oven was enough to convince the young man he could probably fit in a little more. There was always room for pie.

Sam chuckled at Dean's almost instant answer. "I'll ask mom if it's cooled enough yet."

Moving aside his lap tray he got out of the bed and gathered the dishes, carrying them all out to the kitchen.

"More lasagna?" Keiko asked.

"He's ready for pie," Sam said, "but I think he really liked dinner. He practically licked his plate clean. Is the pie cool enough?"

"It should be cool enough to cut, but it'll still be pretty hot," his mother said and got up from the table. Sam raised an eyebrow. They had candles out and were drinking wine? He grinned at that. So they were taking advantage of Sam being otherwise occupied for a romantic dinner. When he thought about it, he realized he was almost always home for dinner and with the way his parents had been working, they hadn't really been home for dinner and a decent hour, together, in awhile.

"I got it. You and Dad go on back to your dinner."

"We're done," Keiko said.

Jim got to his feet. "And I might as well get that sheet up while I'm thinking about it."

"Use those two woven blankets, It won't damage them and Dean won't have to fight trying to get one swept aside, he can just go right through the middle," Keiko suggested while she got the pie cut and Sam got out the ice cream.

By the time Sam got back with the ice cream and fresh drinks for them, his dad was already on a ladder stapling the blankets in place.

Dean nodded and watched Sam leave for the kitchen area again. Despite how full he was, the young man’s mouth was still watering a little just thinking about that pie. The smell of it cooking in the kitchen teasing him practically since it was put in the oven. He really hoped it was done.

Of course then his mind started contemplating other ways he might enjoy the pie. Like kissing the taste of it off of Sam’s lips, or licking melted ice cream from the younger boy’s nipples. How they’d be all tight and hard from the cold even before Dean’s tongue went to work on them.

Hmmm… well, Sam had asked for a fetish. That would probably count.

Dean adjusted the blanket over his lap, and it was a good thing he did too because it wasn’t long before Sam’s father came in instead of the younger boy and started putting up a couple of blankets over the doorway. Dean gave the older man a nod of acknowledgement and thanks.

He had to admit, the bit of privacy would be nice. Not that he hadn’t been left alone for most of the day, but they still didn’t need to do that. It was a consideration he hadn’t really been expecting.

When Sam finally returned with the pie and ice cream Dean grinned at the younger boy, eagerly taking his plate and drink from Sam so the other boy wouldn’t have to juggle all of them as he got comfortable again. It certainly wasn’t so he could dig into the pie that much sooner, of course not. Even though he did even before Sam was sitting down again. The sound of enjoyment he made after that first bite was practically pornographic.

After Dean practically grabbed the bowl of pie and ice cream, Sam set his down and put "Dracula" in for them to watch then settled back beside the older youth. He laughed at the sounds Dean was making.

"Oh, well since you hate it so much, I guess I'll just take it back…" Sam said then laughed even more at the glare Dean gave him.

He began eating his own pie and he couldn't stop a few sounds of appreciation of his own. "You have to come over more often. Mom like never makes dutch apple pie. Not that her regular apple pie isn't good, but I love the crunchy topping."

He saw his dad was done and called out, "Thanks!" and heard the slightly muffled "you're welcome" in response.

Both boys finished their desserts in record time and Sam collapsed back, patting his stomach. "That was really good."

Dean definitely approved of the movie Sam popped in the VCR next. Though he didn't approve of the threat to take away his pie. The glare he gave the younger boy was only half playful. If Sam tried to take his pie he was gonna have a fight on his hands.

Wisely Sam didn't follow through with his threat. The noises Sam started making when the younger boy started in on his own pie made Dean grin, however. Hmmm… if he was guaranteed pie, he might just consider stopping by more often.

After practically inhaling his desert, Dean decided Sam had the right idea, and joined the younger boy flopped back like a beached whale on the bed. As the older boy relaxed, he gave an impressive belch and sighed contentedly.

"Yup." He agreed. That was good. Glancing over at Sam, Dean grinned a little and rolled onto his side facing the younger boy. Reaching out he let his hand rest comfortably on Sam's stomach and started rubbing it a little.

Sam laughed at Dean's loud belch. He was glad Dean seemed to be relaxing more. He knew both his parents were trying really hard and it seemed to be working. Or maybe it was just the drugs.

Suddenly Dean's hand was on him and rubbing his very overfull stomach. He belched a little more discreetly than Dean. Twining his fingers with Dean's he cautioned half-jokingly, "Full. Very full. You don't wanna do that."
The sudden hard rock music that was Dean's cell phone ringing startled Sam and he jumped. Seeing the laughter in Dean's eyes he gave him a mild glare. "I was distracted. Very distracted. Lemme get it. I don't want you pulling stitches."

Quickly climbing off the bed, Sam dug the phone out of Dean's things and handed it to him. He figured it was probably Bobby calling to check on him.

Dean snorted a little as Sam burped unattractively in response to his hand rubbing his stomach then outright laughed at the younger boy’s warning.

“Why, doesn’t it feel good?” The older boy asked ‘innocently’ but he ceased the movement of his hand. He hadn’t been planning on doing anything more than what he had been, but he didn’t want to get puked on or something either so he decided to heed Sam’s warning nonetheless. He left his hand where it was though, twined with Sam’s fingers across his stomach. The moment was ruined however by the ringing of his phone, though Dean couldn’t help his amusement when Sam practically jumped out of his skin at the noise.

He was half tempted to remind Sam he wasn’t a complete invalid, and reaching over the side of the bed wasn’t exactly strenuous activity, but the younger boy was already up. So Dean merely resituated himself back onto his back and held out his hand for his phone. Dean checked the number before flipping it open, even though he didn’t need to. Of course it was Bobby, and Dean couldn’t deny the relief he felt at finally getting the older man’s call.

“Hey, Bobby. What’s up?” Dean answered the phone as he motioned Sam over with his free hand then patted the side of the bed next to him.

Sam settled down beside Dean practically before Dean answered the call. He listened hard, hoping to overhear both sides of the conversation. Bobby wasn't really hunting a werewolf…was he?

"Hey kid," Bobby said gruffly. "We made it into town, staying at the Trigger Motel. We're going to do some recon tonight, listen to police scanners, you know the drill." Bobby sorted research notes and city maps on the desk as he talked with Dean. "This wolf keeps changing huntin' grounds, so until it attacks, we're not sure 'xactly where to watch for it."

Bobby looked at the map with the various attacks marked and highlighted. He hadn't been able to see any pattern to it except it was along one of two bus routes and the wolf never struck the same place twice. He feel silent and he pulled out the timetables for moonrise and the times of the buses at each stop. Maybe. There was maybe a loose correlation there. He shook himself out of his thoughts.

"So how you feelin'? Doing okay? Colts treatin' you good, right? And tell me you and Sam are behavin' yerselves," he said, looking at some of the notes written in Sam's neat handwriting.

Dean grinned a little at how quickly Sam got back in the bed beside him though the almost intense look on the younger boy’s face was unexpected. Was Sam trying to listen in on his conversation? Damn... maybe he shouldn’t have encouraged the boy to lay down next to him while he was talking to Bobby. If Bobby said something... not meant for hunter’s ears... and Sam overheard it that could be bad.

The Trigger Motel? Well, that was fitting. Dean tried to discretely shift his hold on the phone to turn the volume down just enough so he could hear what Bobby was saying and Sam wouldn’t.

Yeah... that wasn’t good. Hunting werewolves was a pain anyway since they looked human most of the time. It wasn’t at all easy to track them, and if they kept changing hunting grounds that just made it worse. But hopefully Bobby would find some kind of pattern with the previous attacks before anyone else could get killed.

“I’m fine, just a little sore. Yeah... had lasagna and pie tonight, you missed out. Course we’re behaving.” Dean replied, grinning a little and winking at Sam as he did.

Sam knew he had given himself away when Bobby's words grew fainter. He's have to work on the being sneaky bit. It wasn't something he had ever had to be, though he guessed he was being sneaky with the scrapbook he was making for Dean.

Grinning back at Dean he shook his head. They'd been doing anything but behaving. He was tempted to yell that to Bobby, but thought he probably shouldn't. He returned his attention to the movie and took hold of Dean's hand again, giving another soft belch, with a follow up 'scuse me.'

Bobby knew that voice, that smirk that he could practically see on his young charge's face. "Dammit, boy, if you get caught making out with Sam under their roof…" Bobby dry scrubbed his face. "Just watch yerself and try to keep those hormones in check. And keep his in check too. You two can cool it for a couple days. I don't want to be bailing yer butt outta jail for molesting a minor and I gotta feeling Keiko could kick both a our butts if she had a mind to. She ain't the innocent little wife, she's a hunter. Or was. And you know how observant hunters are."

Dean couldn’t say that Bobby’s scolding was unexpected. The older man knew him too well and it was true, they’d been doing anything but behaving themselves so far. Yeah, that earlier waking him up with hand job thing was all Sam’s idea, but Dean shouldn’t be encouraging the younger boy. Bobby was right, the very last thing they needed was to get caught by one of Sam’s parents.

He couldn’t imagine their reaction would be anything good, that was the reason he’d told Sam not to tell his parents about them after all. Worst case scenario? Sam’s parents would have him arrested. Or Sam’s mom would castrate him first then have him arrested... Dean winced a little at the thought. He had no doubt the Japanese woman could do it too.

Even if they didn’t have him arrested if they just forbid him and Sam to see each other, that would be bad enough. It wasn't worth the risk.

“Yeah, I know. Ok, Bobby.” Dean agreed, his almost good mood pretty much gone at that point. The reminder of how easy it would be for him to lose Sam... They had enough problems right now, no need to invite more opportunities.

Bobby could here the reluctant confirmation in Dean's tone. Sometimes he just wanted to smack some sense into that young 'un. "Good. I'll talk to you soon."

Sam heard the almost defeated sound Dean used there at the end of the conversation and he had a pretty good idea what it was about. The two of them not making out and risk getting caught. After Dean ended the conversation, Sam leaned in and stole a kiss in hopes of taking the grim look off Dean's face.

"Don't worry. I know my parents and we can be careful. Though with it the weekend now, I don't know that we can get away with much. I'll have chores to do tomorrow and homework, but Mom and Dad will probably go to the store at some point, so we ought to get a little time alone. Oh, I picked up your homework too."

At Dean's grimace, he chuckled. "Yeah, I know. But you have to stay caught up."

“Take care, Bobby.” Dean told the older man over the phone before hanging up with a small huff. Even if Bobby was right, the young man didn’t have to like it. Control his hormones... yeah right... Bobby must have forgotten what it was like to be nineteen. Fifteen in Sam’s case...

When Sam leaned over to give him a brief kiss, Dean offered the younger boy a small smile. Yeah, he’d agreed to be careful and not to encourage Sam... but it was just a kiss.

Chores and homework? Jesus, Sam was such a goody-two-shoes. He couldn’t help but make a face when Sam mentioned that he’d picked up his homework for him. Damn it. Now Bobby would expect him to actually do it. If Sam hadn’t picked it up he could have been let off the hook.

“Now you’re just trying to torture me.” Dean accused even as he started running his fingers up and down the length of Sam’s arm. He was behaving... kind of.

“Actually, I was kind of hoping, when they went to bed?” He offered with a raised eyebrow.

"You want to do your homework then? When my parents go to bed?" Sam asked, then began laughing at the face Dean made. He caught Dean's hand in his own. "I don't know. We'll see when they go to bed and if they're weirded out by me still being down here. With you having your nightmare, maybe not."

He gave the back of Dean's hand a kiss. "I've got a feeling they're going to be making their own ruckus tonight. They were doing the romantic dinner bit when I went out for the pie. The bonus to that is they usually sleep deep and sleep in late. Also means they'll probably go to bed early. I usually turn up the TV when that happens." Making a face he added, "Hearing your parents…yeah, just not…" He shrugged. "But actually with you here, they probably won't."

He gave Dean a lopsided smile. "Let's see, okay. I'd…I'd like to but I don't want to get caught either."

Dean looked at Sam like the younger boy had lost his mind, and he honestly wasn’t sure if Sam was being obtuse on purpose just to tease him or if Dean would really have to spell it out for him. When the younger boy started laughing at him, Dean had his answer, and he rolled his eyes at the other boy. Sam was having way too much fun teasing him. He huffed and then smirked a little.

“Why would they be weirded out? We’re just watching TV.” Dean replied ‘innocently’, then Sam mentioned his nightmares and the older boy shrugged a little with a frown. Yeah, those damned nightmares. Why did he have to have one here? They probably thought he was some kind of pussy, needing someone to hold his hand and tell him stories before bed.

Dean sighed, knowing he was wearing his bitch face now but he couldn’t seem to help it. When Sam mentioned his parents would probably be fucking tonight, Dean made a face. That was about just the last mental image Dean ever wanted. Yep, Sam really was trying to torture him.

“Jesus, Sam. Now I have to bleach my brain.” He complained.

Sam gave him a strange look. "Bleach your brain? Why?"

Suddenly realizing what he had just told Dean about his parents, a blush crawled up his face. "Oh," he said.

Still embarrassed, Sam tried to focus on the movie. He couldn't believe he even mentioned something like that to Dean. If the senior wasn't staying with them and it was something he told Dean after school or something, that would be okay, but not with Dean here. Talk about making someone uncomfortable. Brilliant. Just brilliant.

Snuggling a little closer to Dean he said, "Sorry. I'm an idiot or at least a dork."

Now he really hoped his parents weren't going to be doing anything tonight or he thought he'd just die if Dean heard them.

"So do you think real vampires are like Dracula?" Sam asked. He did all that research on werewolves, no he was wondering if Bobby had any books on vampires. He'd have to look next week when he was over there.

Watching the bright flush that stained the younger boy’s face to the tips of his ears was almost worth the ‘horrifying’ mental image of Sam’s parents creating little Sam, and a chuckle left Dean before he could stop it. He certainly didn’t mind the way Sam scooted even closer to him, though if his parents caught them practically cuddling together like this it would probably be almost as bad as catching them kissing.

“Maybe a little bit of a dork.” The older boy replied, though there was nothing but affection in his voice as he let his arm shift and drape over Sam’s shoulders. He had to admit, he kind of missed having Sam there when they were walking down the school corridors or across campus. The warmth of the younger boy’s body and how well he fit there, like they were made for each other or something.

There he went again with the girly sappy thoughts... but Sam’s next question made him forget about how much of a chick he was becoming. Vampires? It wasn’t just that Sam was asking about vampires though. It was the way he asked. Sam didn’t ask ‘if’ vampires were real. He asked about real vampires. Why would Sam ask that? Did... he somehow know about him being a hunter and now Sam was feeling him out, trying to see his reaction? Had Jeff said something... Dean was going to kill him if he had...

Dean shrugged, trying to act nonchalant about it, and answered the question with a question.

“I dunno. Why do you ask?”

Hopeful of a bigger reaction from Dean, Sam was a little disappointed, but Dean did keep his emotions pretty reined in at times. Still he saw a few things cross his face, the hint of a scowl even. Demons…maybe real. Dean may have seen one. Werewolves. Bobby told him to ask his mom. Bobby leaving Dean this weekend and it being a full moon. All the research on werewolves he'd done for Bobby. That strange room in Bobby's basement. Sam was struggling to tie all those loose pieces together and he was hoping Dean might give something away, something to help. If demons were real and werewolves, then maybe so were vampires.

Sam gave Dean a sidelong look. "All those books. I made notes for Bobby on werewolves. All sorts of information about them, some like the legends, some not. I was wondering about vampires. What the books said about them. I figure you help Bobby with his research and thought you might know."

He studied Dean a minute and said seriously. "Would you think I was crazy if I said I thought vampires were real?"

Really, Sam didn't think they were but his mom had told him so many stories through the years. He'd read so much information about all sorts of monsters in his mother's old scrolls and books. He read them so much, at his mother's insistence, he could probably recite most of them by heart. It had been fun when he was younger, but now he tried to avoid her reading lessons. If she had new stuff for him to read, well that would be cool, but he was tired of the same old stories. His memory was good enough that once he read a book, he pretty much remembered it so re-reading them was kinda boring now. There was lore about vampires in the Far East, and some vampiric creatures in Japan, but not vampire-vampires.

Sam looked... he wasn’t sure, but he thought it was disappointed, and somehow Dean had the feeling that he’d really fucked up this time. Had Sam been testing him? Did he already know vampires were real and was trying to see if Dean would lie to him about it? But Sam’s mom had said she hadn’t told Sam anything about monsters out there, well, she’d told him about them but never told him they were real. That left Jeff...

What if the older boy had told Sam about him being a hunter? But Sam hadn’t acted any differently around him before now, surely if Sam knew he’d be freaked out at the very least. Probably think he was crazy, or that he was some kind of murdering devil worshiper, just like everyone else. But Sam had seemed normal... so what was this all about?

Books... ok, so letting Sam look through Bobby’s books was probably not a very good idea. Not if it got Sam thinking like this, that Dracula was real. But was that such a bad thing? Yes, and no. Most civilians couldn’t handle knowing that monsters were real. Sure some could, like the principal. Others refused to believe the truth even when the proof was right in front of their faces, and while sometimes that pissed Dean off other times it was a blessing. But others... they reacted badly. Really badly.

Dean was afraid of how Sam would react... but his reasons for not wanting to find out how Sam might react were selfish. He didn’t want to risk losing Sam so soon. He knew he’d lose the younger boy one day, but he wasn’t ready to lose Sam yet.

But how could Sam protect himself if he didn’t know what was out there? He’d had the same thoughts when he’d been talking with Sam’s mom earlier. It was the exact same thing with Eric only a lot more dangerous. Sam’s parents had done him no good sheltering Sam from monsters like Eric. Dean was doing no good trying to shelter Sam from the knowledge that monsters were real. And what if later on Sam did learn that monsters were real and got pissed at Dean for lying to him?

Fuck.

Ok, he’d agreed with Sam’s mother that he wouldn’t tell Sam about monsters and hunting and he wouldn’t, but maybe he could ease the younger boy into it gradually. So when Sam finally did find out the truth it wouldn’t be such a shock to him. Or something...

“I don’t think you’re crazy.” Dean answered sincerely, looking in Sam’s eyes so that the younger boy would know he wasn’t lying. “There are some old legends about vampires in Bobby’s books, he can tell you which ones. But there’s a lot of differences between those legends and Dracula. The blood drinking is the same, but that’s about it. For instance, the legends say even though vampires are sensitive to sunlight it doesn’t hurt them. Stakes in the heart, garlic, running water, and crosses, also don’t do shit. The only way to really kill a vampire is by beheading.”

So Dean believed in vampires. Well, okay, he didn't say he did, but saying he didn't think Sam was crazy was sort of kind of saying he believed in them.

"Beheading?" Sam asked, contemplating. "No poof of ashes then? That's kinda disappointing. I always liked the idea of vampires turning to dust, like time suddenly caught up with all their years of being undead.

"In China, they have vampires too. Same legends of garlic, crossing running water, but salt is like acid to them. They're really vicious, ripping people limb from limb, hot for sex all the time. Sometimes they glow green, get serrated teeth not fangs, and talons. They can turn into wolves sometimes. The don't like really loud noises cause it can kill them and brooms, you can sweep them back to their resting spot. They sleep in coffins, too. They get strong enough and they get covered in long white hair and can fly. The only way to bring them down then is thunder or a bullet, but you have to burn their bodies to really kill them. Iron, rice and red peas would keep them out of the house or their coffins. They're nocturnal but it never really says they can't function in sunlight. Guess they just don't like it. In Thailand, they're more like ghosts gone bad. There's a running theme about vampire cats in the Far East. Cats always get a bad rap. 'Cept in Egypt of course. You'd think that something that catches things like mice and rats would get more respect. I think Humans just don't like something else to be as arrogant as we are."

He saw Dean's look and blushed a little. "Okay, I'll shut up and watch the movie now. I'm sure you don't care about vampires in China."

Dean couldn’t help but snort softly when Sam said he was disappointed that vampires didn’t disappear in a puff of smoke like in the movies. Well, Dean couldn’t deny that would be a hell of a lot more convenient than getting rid of decapitated bodies. It would certainly make clean up easier at least.

Then Sam started going on about vampires in China... and he had a really hard time keeping a straight face. Sure the garlic, running water, and salt myths were nothing new. Hell, salt and iron was even a good deterrent for a lot of supernatural creatures, but unfortunately didn’t do jack shit against vampires. But loud noises? Rice and peas? And sweeping a vampire out with a fucking broom? Who the hell came up with this shit?

He really, really, tried to keep a straight face, but he knew he was failing when Sam looked at him then looked away blushing. The sudden mental image of a big white flying yeti, glowing green, and getting the shit beat out of it with a broom had the older boy cracking up before he could help himself. Laughing so hard in fact his side hurt, but he couldn’t seem to stop himself.

Oh man, when Bobby came back he had to get Sam to tell him that. It would be so worth it to see the look on older hunter’s face.

Still snickering a little, Dean hugged the younger boy and started to nuzzle a little against Sam’s neck. The younger boy’s blush having spread down there by now.

“Don’t believe everything you read.” Dean teased playfully, then nipped softly at the side of Sam’s neck. Fitting perhaps since they were watching Dracula. “So, you’ve got a vampire fetish too?”

"I do not have a vampire fetish," Sam said. "Hey!" he said jerking back from Dean's teeth on his neck, but his smile made it clear it was playful than like he didn't enjoy it. "So not fair you're hurt," Sam complained. "You are the one with the vampire fetish I think."

"That's it. You're really a vampire. The son of Dracula!" He tilted his head to the side a little, showing off his neck teasingly. "Nice soft flesh to sink your fangs into." He then straightened. "Bet you have a coffin in the basement to sleep it. I'll have to sneak down there and check it out. See if it's all polished and shiny, lined in red silk, ooo, or black leather. That's it. Your coffin has biker tattoo like pictures on it, metal studs, real dark wood, and a leather interior. Yep. Definitely you," he snickered. "But I'm safe. I have red peas to protect me."

Looking at Dean he poked him lightly in the chest. "And you still owe me a fetish. Told you mine. You gotta tell me yours."

Dean had to admit, he liked it when Sam got all playful and flirty. Even though he knew that nothing could really come from the teasing, considering they couldn’t really do anything right now while Sam’s parents were awake. Nonetheless, it turned him on something fierce. It probably shouldn’t get him as hot as it did. Maybe he was a bit of a masochist, considering he couldn’t help but encourage Sam even when he was only making himself suffer from blue balls.

When Sam showed off his neck playfully, Dean was really tempted to take the younger boy up on his offer. Not to bite him, of course, but he wouldn’t mind giving Sam one hell of a hickey. Even though he knew he couldn’t. How the hell would Sam explain that to his parents, after all? But it was still tempting. Maybe he could just give Sam a small one...

Though before Dean could take the younger boy up on the ‘offer’ Sam straightened up and started describing his ‘coffin’ and the older boy rolled his eyes a little even as he snorted in amusement.

“There you go with that leather fetish again.” Dean teased the younger boy back, then laughed when Sam threatened him with peas. “What, are you going to beat me with a broom next?”

Then Sam reminded him that he owed him a fetish. He should have known that he wouldn’t get off that easy.

“What, making out with jail bait isn’t enough of a fetish?” Dean asked playfully, and at Sam’s look the older boy laughed. “All right...”

Dean thought for a moment then grinned a little evilly.

“Public places.”

Sam liked making Dean laugh, liked the way his eyes lit up. He had never been any good flirting with girls, getting all tongue-tied and stuttery, but with Dean it seemed to come so easily. He didn't like how easily Dean made him blush mostly because he couldn't do the same to Dean. His vengeance was of course, getting Dean all hot and bothered. He liked Dean's protective streak, too. He had never had anyone be protective of him like Dean was. Sure Dean was supposed to be his protector and all, but he knew even if he told Dean to get lost, that Dean would step in and still protect him, probably cursing a blue streak in the process. And that gave him the warm fuzzies all over.

He laughed at the jailbait comment, though it did bother him just a little. Dean really could get in trouble for being his boyfriend. Girls dated older guys all the time though he guessed a fifteen year old girl dating a college freshman probably would raise some eyebrows. Their relationship hadn't exactly started out consensual, Sam did it because he thought he had to, but he knew now Dean wouldn't have made him. And now, Sam was glad he had done it in the basement with Dean because it had developed into something more, and it had all happened so very fast. When Dean gave his fetish, Sam nodded.

"Making out in public places…I can do…" Sam's eyes widened. "You mean having sex in public places?" Shaking his head he said, "Uh-uh. No way. The warehouse is public enough."

Dean's grin made him shake his head again. "Don't even think about it. I'd die if someone caught us. Burst into flames in embarrassment and turn to ash like Dracula. Nope. A different fetish. You gotta tell me a different fetish."

Dean couldn’t help but laugh at the younger boy’s wide eyed expression when Sam finally understood what he’d meant by ‘public places’. The blush that stained the younger boy’s cheeks and his firm denial, it was just too damned cute.

Dean knew he was being evil, but he couldn’t help but tease the younger boy more now. Sam was just asking for it, really.

“Aww, come on, Sammy. Just think about it.” Dean said, dropping his voice a little as he scooted closer to the younger boy. Practically whispering in Sam’s ear. “You and me. A dark movie theater, sitting in the back row all alone. The movie is playing, no one is paying attention to us.”

His hand came to rest on the younger boy’s inner thigh, gently moving up and down almost lazily.

“I start to touch you. Running my hand along your thigh, working up, once you’re all hot and bothered I take out your cock and start playing with it. I kiss you to help you be quiet while I jack you off slowly.”

Of course Dean wasn’t going to do that now, not when Sam’s mother or father could walk in on them at any second, but he could see how his words were affecting the younger boy.

“Maybe if you can be really quiet, I’d get on the floor and take you in my mouth, and suck you off until the credits roll.”

Of course he never really expected Sam to try to give him his fetish, he thought they were just being hypothetical about it. He knew just making out with Sam in public was a recipe for disaster, given the fact that Sam was jail bait. But there wasn’t anything wrong with fantasizing about it, was there?

Sam squirmed a little as Dean slid closer to him and his hand drifted up and down his thigh. His eyes sort of glazed over as he imagined the scenario Dean was describing. It wasn't the jacking off that really did him in, it was the thought of Dean on his knees on that soda pop sticky cement floor, between his legs and giving him a blow job that sent blood straight to Sam's cock.

Shaking himself out of the sexual fantasy, he glared at Dean and smacked his hand. "Evil and Dean are both four letter words, you know that," Sam complained. Now Dean had him wishing his parent would go to bed because he just couldn't get the thought of Dean sucking him off out of his head. Could he be quiet though? Quiet enough they didn't get caught? He would freak at any noise he heard, coming from either of them or from the house. They'd already done way more than they ever should have with his mom in the other room.

It would be so much easier if he could just tell them he and Dean were in a relationship, but being sexually active, and in the house…he didn't figure they would approve of that, at least not until Sam was a little older. His dad talked to him every once in a while about possible girlfriends and safe sex, and that he really ought to wait until he was sixteen or seventeen to get into a sexual relationship. And then all the stuff about being careful, not getting a girl pregnant, and all of that. It was always embarrassing, though his dad kept it as short and painless as he could and still make certain he got his point across.

"Someday…maybe," Sam finally said. "But I want a different fetish for now. C'mon you gotta have something else that you'd like." Sam leaned in and whispered. "Tell me your dirty secret dream…that doesn't involve sex in public."