Hi everyone!
Oh God... I started watching Supernatural about a month ago... I keep asking myself why I keep hurting myself in this way :') All the feels!
Yeah, anyway... I couldn't help shipping Sam and Dean, they're just too adorable not to. So, here's the first chapter of my story, I hope you'll like it;)

Lots of Love,
Tearsbehindthemask

Sam sighed as he closed his laptop and took another sip of his beer. He took another look at the clock on the wall of the motel room, an atrocity that was penguin shaped because of reasons that were still completely incomprehensible to Sam.
Thursday night, one 'o clock. Dean hadn't come back to their room since he'd walked out six hours ago, saying that he was going to get some pie. Sam checked his phone.
No missed calls.
"What the hell, Dean…"
Sam walked over to his bed and took the remote control from Dean's nightstand. Changing channels every five seconds, Sam wondered how long it would take Dean to get back. He could watch… No, too risky. Dean could get back any minute…

A beautiful, blonde woman was undressing herself. A muscular man sat on a red sofa and watched her striptease, smiling and licking his lips.

Sam licked his lips. He shouldn't be watching this. This was so wrong.

The blonde walked over to the sofa and the man ripped off her lace lingerie.
"Now, now, don't be hasty, boy." the woman purred, as she pushed the man back into the sofa. "I don't think you've deserved a reward like this, do you?"
"Please. Please, I'll do anything…" the man whimpered, "Fuck, you're hot…"
"You'll do anything?"
"Anything."
"Get on your knees." the woman said, smiling dangerously, showing off her perfect, white teeth.
"What?"
"Do it!"
The man kneeled on the floor and the woman squatted besides him, grabbing a handful of his hair, pulling the man's head back.
"Now, I think you need to be punished first…"

The door opened and Sam dove for the remote control, changing channels just in time to make sure that Dean did not see the blonde woman spanking the man with a ruler.
"…Dean! … Where have you been?"
Sam sat up and crossed his legs, feeling very uncomfortable. Dean's timing was terrible, as usual.
"Sammy! You still up?" Dean called, sounding way to enthusiastic and more than a little drunk, "That's great! I, uh…"
Dean got distracted by the television and he raised his eyebrows.
"Since when are you into cooking?"
"I… What?"
Sam looked at the television and it took him a while to realise that he was watching the Cooking Channel.
"Oh, that. I, eh… I was thinking that maybe we should start cooking more healthy meals instead of our everyday take-out."
Dean looked as if Sam had just slapped him in the face and Sam sighed, moving his legs, trying to regain control over his body.
"Never mind. Dean, do you have any idea what time it is?"
Dean rolled his eyes. "I don't know, dude, but I'm guessing it's 'Sammy-acts-like-a-little-bitch' time."
"Dean, are you drunk?"
Just his luck. Dean being drunk while he was in this… situation.
"Maybe a little." Dean said, smirking. "Oh, by the way, I wanted to introduce you to someone."
Dean walked out of the door and came back with an equally drunk, stunning brunette whom he introduced as Candy.
"Nice to meet you… Candy." Sam said, feeling terribly uncomfortable.
"You didn't say you had a boyfriend, Dean." Candy giggled.
"Oh, don't worry, doll. That's my little brother, Sammy."
"Is he into threesomes?" Candy 'discretely' whispered into Dean's ear; too drunk to notice that Sam could hear everything she said.
Sam swallowed hard, forcing himself to think of anything but sex. Sadly, it was quite difficult to think about advanced mathematics or civil codes at that moment.
"I don't think he is," Dean smirked, "and trust me, I'll be more than enough man for you tonight…"
Dean and Candy started making out and Sam looked away quickly, coughing awkwardly to make clear that he was still in the room.
"Ah, Sammy… Would you mind giving me and Candy a bit of privacy?"
"Privacy? What…? Dean, it's one-thirty! Where am I supposed to go?"
Dean shrugged. "I dunno. You're a big boy, Sammy, you'll figure something out."
Sam clenched his fists, but knew that anger wasn't going to help him solve this problem.
"You owe me, Dean. Big time." Sam muttered, grabbing his coat and slamming the door behind him.

Sam stood outside, wondering where he should go. He forgot to take the keys of the Impala, so he couldn't even try to get some sleep in the car.
"Damn."
Sam walked past the window of their motel room, the thin, yellowed lace curtains not enough to hide the scene inside from him.

Dean pushed Candy down onto bed and took off his shirt, revealing his broad chest and muscular arms. Candy bit her lip seductively and took of her pink tank top, a similarly coloured bra covering her breasts.
Dean climbed onto the bed, his knees ending up on both sides of Candy's hips; he stroked her dark hair and suddenly grabbed a handful of chocolate brown curls, pulling her head back and kissing her forcefully. In one fluent movement, Dean removed Candy's jeans skirt and panties. Candy undid Dean's zipper and freed Dean's erection. Between them, there was no time for tenderness, there was only lust and natural instinct.

Sam gasped as he saw Candy and his brother and felt excitement welling up in him. He couldn't take his eyes of the scene in the motel room, he just had to watch. He couldn't help it.
Dean's muscles tensed and relaxed, sweat drops rolling down his skin and low moans escaping his throat.
Sam turned away and couldn't find the strength to support himself anymore; he sank down on the tiles under the window and held his head in his hands. Sam was shaking, his body unable to release the tension that had built up in his groin, a lump in his throat threatening to suffocate him.
What the hell was wrong with him? He had just watched his brother have sex, and watching Dean and the girl had excited him more than anything else had lately.
Sam punched the ground, the force of the blow hurting the bones in his entire arm and the rough tiles scraping his knuckles badly.
The worst part of it all: it wasn't just the sex that had excited him. It was Dean's body and the ease with which Dean took the lead in bed that had made him feel like this. It was impossible to admit, but he gladly would've taken Candy's place in Dean's bed.
Sam hugged his knees, trying to stop the shaking and hid his face.
What the hell was wrong with him?