Re- hymenation

Disclaimer- if you don't understand that I do not own supernatural, then you is an ijit!

Warnings- winsest,

Spoilers- season 4 episode 5

"Man, it is time to right some wrongs." Dean said, absentmindedly watching Jamie-the-bartender's ass as she walked away.

"Come again?" Sam asked, looking pleasantly confused.

"Well...well look at me," dean said, looking slightly lost and leaning back. "I come up from the furnace without any of my old scars, right?" and he starts counting off his fingers. "No bullet wounds, no knife cuts, none of the off angle fingers form all the breaks. I mean, my hide is as smooth as a babies bottom, which leads me to conclude," he pauses, then smiles cheekily. "Sadly, that my virginity, is intact."

"What?" Sam is completely dumbfounded.

"I've been re-hymenated" at this Sam couldn't help but laugh, but it sent his mind down paths he shied away from

"Please, dean, maybe angels can raise you out of hell, but no-body can do that

"Brother! I have been re-hymenated! And the dude will not abide."

"Alright, dude, well, you go do whatever you gotta do, and I'm ganna go back to the room and get some sleep." Sam said, rolling his eyes to hide the turmoil of emotions coursing through him, at the thought of his brother with the bartender.

Ignoring the pain, Sam walked back in the general direction of their motel, only to stumble across the towns' liqueur store.

Deciding to get something, anything, to help dull the painful thoughts of the brother he loved, in a way that was beyond sinful, with the blond beauty that was Jamie. He could barely breath, knowing that even though it was impossible for his brother to be a virgin again, he would do anything to take that for his own...

So, newly bought 'pain-killers' in hand, Sam slumped to the motel, to drown his sorrows, to forget the pain...

It had been several hour since dean had heard from his brother, and despite Sam telling him he was going to sleep, dean couldn't help but worry, couldn't stay sitting there, flirting mindlessly with Jamie.

"Gotta go, see you around," he said as parting, paying for his beer.

It only took him a few minutes to get to the motel room, and upon unlocking the door, discovered both beds empty. Before he could go into a panic, he heard the sound of running water.

This relaxed him slightly, and he turned to pack up his guns.

There was a sound of breaking glass, a quite keening sound, and before he knew himself what he was doing, dean burst through the bathroom door and saw his brother; clad only in boxers, the room was steamed, the water obviously over hot. Three bottles lay on the floor, empty, and a forth, shattered, hung from the hand of his semi-conscious, bleeding brother.

"Goddammit Sammy, what the fuck." Dean yells, grabbing his brother and wincing as the hot spray hit his face.

He dragged Sam to the room, ready to lay him down, when he felt something that made him freeze.

Sam's arms were winding themselves around dean's neck, and his mouth was hot against dean's neck. Dean shuddered, pulling Sam closer.

"Dean," Sam all but moaned, grinding against his stunned brother. "I want it... I want your virginity..." and then, to Dean's amusement and distress, Sam slumped against him, alcohol taking its toll.

"Okay Sammy, if you still want me tomorrow, you can have me..." Dean whispered, kissing his brother softly on the forehead, laying down next to him, and fell into sleep as sam's breathing