Sam talking in his sleep was nothing new to Dean. After years of sharing motel rooms together it was something he had gotten used to. He even had found it to be something of use when it came to teasing his little brother.

However, Sam moaning Deans name and not in a there's an evil after hurting me and I'm in pain way but more like a scene from one of the late night pay per view channels dean enjoyed watching way, was new.

Dean settled back down on his bed staring up at the ceiling. This meant nothing, everyone had weird dreams from time to time, and this was nothing to worry about. He settled onto his side and drifted back to sleep writing Sam's moaning off as just a once off.

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Two nights later a Dean was trying his hardest to get comfortable. They had a run in with a fairly pissed of ghost earlier that day and now Dean was nursing some bruised ribs thanks to said ghost.

Across the way Sam started mumbling in his sleep again.

"Dean… please…yes just like that… harder Dean…please" became the first clear words from Sam's mouth.

Dean had watched enough porn in his time and been on the receiving end of those phrases to know exactly what Sam was dreaming about. Sleep did not come easily after that and it had nothing to do with his ribs.

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They had decided to stay at the motel for a couple of days to let Deans ribs heal but it was awkward to say the least. Well for Dean it was, Sam was still pleasantly oblivious.

Dean kept going back over the things Sam had said in his sleep. Things got worse for him when Sam came out of the bathroom freshly showered with a towel swung low on his hips and beads of water still on his chest.

Dean was opening staring at Sam's tanned, perfectly toned torso and hadn't even realised it until Sam spoke.

"Dude, what's up with you? You have been acting strange since the last hunt! I told you the damn gun jammed before I could shoot her! I'm sorry you got flung across the damn cemetery but dude it really wasn't my fault." Sam said exasperated.

"Um... yeah I know... I'm going to go get some grub." Dean replied standing and grabbing his jacket.

Sam stood staring with a bewildered look on his face. Luckily Sam didn't notice the hard on Dean was sporting as he turned and headed out the door.

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If possible things got worse after that. Everything Sam did was turning Dean on. Sam eating, Sam sleeping even the way Sam let out a sigh all with directly to Deans cock.

He now was trying to avoid looking at Sam altogether and it eventually had gotten too much for Sam.

"Dammit Dean what the hell is going on?"

Dean looked up from the paper he had been reading to an extremely miserable looking Sam. He felt guilty but he could not tell his little brother that he was having definitely non brotherly feelings towards him.

"Nothing is going on. I'm just sick of being cooped up in this room we should get back on the road." He replied hoping Sam would buy it.

"Cut the crap Dean! Tell me what I've done to piss you off? We are not leaving here until you tell me!"

"Shit" Dean sighed

"Dean?"

Sam was the most stubborn person he had ever known and he knew that this was not going to go away. He wished he could lie but it would just be the same in the next town. Whatever he was feeling for Sam was not going away.

"I heard what you were dreaming about a few nights ago, two nights actually and well I just… I'm not sure what I'm feeling about it now." Dean replied scrubbing a hand down his face.

"Wh...What are you talking about? What dream?" Sam replied but Dean could tell that Sam was worried.

"Sammy you were moaning and calling my name, asking...well more like begging me for more and the noises you were making well it doesn't take a genius to figure out what you were dreaming about." Dean replied not meeting Sam's eyes.

"Oh" was all that came from Sam.

Dean looked up and could see the red blush and panic cross his brother's face. He needed to stop Sam's panic and also come clean about the rest of it.

"That's not all. Since I heard that…I… I can't stop thinking of you in that way…it's turning me on. You're turning me on." Dean was now also going a nice shade of red.

"Oh." Sam replied again apparently losing the function to speak.

"Sammy I'm going to need a little more than "Oh" here." Dean said getting nervous now.

"I think we need to take some time apart."