"A room with two queens, please"
Dean grunted out as he leaned onto the motel counter with his healthy hand. The receptioner took a long glance to both of the boys standing there, boht somewhat bruised, sweaty and clothes ripped. Sam stepped forward with an uncomfortable expression on his face, trying to explain their unusual appearances,
"We had a tiny conflict with a few guys at that local pub", Sam lied and smiled a little to the girl behind the counter. Her face went from weirded out to an understanding smile.
"Yeah, it's not so unusual around here. We got a couple of town meddlers here, always picking on somekinda fight", she sighed and paused her talk for a moment, looking like she was imagining the battle in her head. "Lemme guess, Trent was one of them?"
"Huh?"
"The guys you confronted?"
"Oh, yeah, right. Trent it was", Dean answered and seemed confused and lost in thought. "So how about that room?"
"So how about it", The girl smiled and started to type on the old looking computer they had there. After a while she turned to Dean again, who now was holding his bleeding arm. "I'm sorry", she started, "but we only have two rooms left and both of them are with a one king size beds. Will that be okay?"
"Yeah, whatever" , Dean said and started to search for his fake ID, but was cut out by Sam, who had a nervous look on his face.
"I don't know Dean, why don't we just check the next motel if they had any rooms for us? You snore and kick in your sleep, you know" Sam tried to sound convincing, because he was very certain he wouldn't want to share the bed with his brother. Not because of the snoring nor the kicking, but for a very different reason.
Dean took a pissed glare at the taller man standing next to him and motioned to his still bleeding hand.
"Seriously?!" he spat out and slammed his ID on the counter. "I think you getting your beauty sleep is the least of our worries now, I'm bleeding to death here!"
Just then Sam realized how stupid he must have sound by complaining, and laid his glance to the ground.
In no time the boys were in the second floor of the weirdly big motel, and got into the room. It was fairly sized, seemed to be in good condition and even had a balcony. Dean threw his dirty jacket off and sat on the two-man bed with a t-shirt on. Sam put their bags on the floor and drew out a first aid package.
"I think monsters are worse than ghosts", the younger brother tried to ease the moment with small talk, as he started to clean Deans deep wound from dried blood and dirt. "They're always so feral."
The pain screwed up Deans face, he could only hiss and nod for an answer. The wound was soon disinfected, and Sam kneeled on the floor to get better touch on what he was going to do next.
"Do you think it needs stiches?" Dean sounded worried.
"Nah, a good amount of pressure will do", Sam gently started to wrap his brothers arm in a linen bandage, while silence filled the room. Even though Sam and Dean had always been together and shared a deep bond with each other, it was always kind of awkward when it came to physical closeness. Dean thought it was because it was a sissy move to let your youger brother to take care of you, and it kind of hit his pride.
Sam, on the other hand, thought it was because he sensed the tension they had between them. At first, he couldn't quite explain it to himself and was very confused about it. There were moments when he would blush and get nervous around Dean (which was all the time), the worst times were when they were alone and not working on a job. When he had time to think, and actually look at his older brother, his idol. Anyway, it all became very clear to him, when they discovered the small, twisted fanbase Chucks books had. Of course it was off putting at first, but with time, Sam dared to think about it. He even read some of the so called "fan fictions" the slashgirls had written. It was hard and confusing for Sam, but after a while he had admitted to himself the fact that he was indeed very attracted to Dean.
"Hey, your face is red again", a slightly amused voice dragged Sam's attention back to the reality. "You feeling okay, Sammy?" Dean continued and landed his better hand on Sam's cheek, which felt awfully hot.
"Uh, yeah, just a little feverish I think", Sam retreated from the touch since he had finished the first aid too. The last thing he wanted was for Dean to start to suspect something. Even if the sexual tension was there, Sam did acknowledge that it was also very wrong.
"Are you sure? You act a little weird too.."
"Yes, I'm fine! I'm gonna hit the shower and get straight to bed after that", he hastily grabbed a clean white towel from one of the pillows and locked himself to the bathroom to get away from his overly worried brother. Not that Sam didn't like the shivers that run down his spine when Dean touched his face, or the way that he shivered under Sam's caring touch, even though it propably was from pain. The whole time he spent in the shower, Sam tried to shake these thoughts and feelings away. He actually managed it and got through his night time routine without any unecessary boners.
By the time Sam got himself dried up and back to the bedroom, Dean was sound asleep, hogging all of the bed, pillows AND the giant blanket they had to share. With a sigh Sam pulled something to wear on, just a plain sleeveless shirt and boxers. He shut down all the lights and made his way under the blankets, gently shoving his brother away from the middle and pulled a small part of the blanket from under him. While all this Sam mumbled something like 'move your ass' and 'this is why we need two beds'. Despite all the struggling to get into bed comfortably, Sam drifted into a deep sleep.
Sam stared at the blurry human figure which was standing under the shower. Who was it? Jess? No, it wasn't a female.. When he stepped closer, he could recognize some familiar features; broad shoulders and a pair of well built arms swiping across the slightly tanned skin. When he looked up, he could see a masculine face line, hazel eyes and short, dark brown hair. It was Dean?
Sam started to feel hot, he wasn't sure if it was because of the steam in the washing room, or the growing lust he felt inside. Maybe both. He stepped closer, and kept his eyes locked on Dean's face. He just didn't dare to look down. Or should he? He swallowed his nervousness with a loud gulp, and took a quick glance down. He felt the blush rise again on his face, and a tingling sensation in his lower stomach area. Sam didn't even see much, but it was enough to make him want to reach out and touch the perfection under the flowing, hot stream of water. And he did. He stepped right next to his brother, and with hesitation placed both of his hands on Dean's hot and wet skin.
Only then the older brother looked straight into Sam's eyes and stepped back. Sam could see shock and confusion on Dean's face, and started to feel wrong and ashamed himself.
As the dream turned from hot to anxious, Sam jumped awake. His heart was pounding faster than normal in his chest, and he was feeling hot. After a few deep breaths, Sam turned to check the digital clock on the bed side table. It was only 2 am, which meant that Sam had only slept for a little longer than an hour. The dream had felt so much longer than that.
After a while of pondering the perverted dream Sam just had had, he wasn't sleepy at all anymore and realized the reason he was so hot, was because Dean was so close. They were basically spooning, Sam being the bigger spoon, only he had kept his hands to himself. He could feel Dean shift in his sleep, and brush against Sam's crotch. Almost instantly he had a full on erection, and he quietly cursed, as it poked against his brothers heavenly ass.
At the same time he wanted to just turn away and go back to sleep, he felt this growing urge to push against Dean, eventhough there was a high risk of waking him. He had the battle of the year going on in his head. What if Dean woke up? What would he say? He could always just fake sleep and never get caught... Think reasonably! He though, nothing good will come out of it. And he knew it. Turning his back just felt so impossible. If he only pressed a little closer, just so he could inhale Dean's scent, feel his warm body against his. Sam felt more blood rushing downstairs as he thought of this and he let out a shaky breath.
Maybe it was the dream or the fact that Sam hadn't handled himself for a week, but he made his decision. Slowly he scooped closer to his brother, carefully wrapped his other hand around Dean and pressed his face in to the warm nape. He took a deep breath. Felt like his whole body was made of lava, which had butterflies fluttering all over. His heart was beating fast again, making his breaths shorter too. Sam gently and very carefully pressed a tiny kiss on his brothers upper back. Dean always slept half naked, only boxers on, which made the situation even more arousing for Sam.
For every kiss Sam landed on Dean's neck and back, he had a long break of consideration and hesitation. Thankfully his brother was a deep sleeper, and barely even shifted around. As long as Dean's breathing was restful and steady, Sam wouldn't have to worry about anything. After the next kiss he gave, he left his lips there, and closed his eyes, gathering courage for the next move. Though it wasn't Sam who created the friction, but Dean moving in his sleep, making Sam's cock rub against his brothers soft backside. He tried, but couldn't hold back a whimper, when this sudden pleasure made him leak precum.
It felt like forever as Sam held his breath and tried to figure out if Dean had awoken. After a long silence, quiet snoring could be heard again, and Sam sighed with relief. He knew that he had gone too far already, but decided to keep on going. Just this one time, he thought, this will not happen again.
With that slightly comforting thought in his mind, Sam started to grind against Dean. He had to bite down his lip to keep the moans of pleasure inside, it felt so good, and in the moment, so right. Deans butt was perfectly soft and rounded, just like his own, only a little bit smaller. Sam gradually speeded up with his hips, and pressed his chest tighter against Dean's naked and hot back. All of Sam's senses were filled with Dean, he smelled and tasted so familiar and safe, he looked incredibly sexy, and the most importantly, he felt so good. Wild thoughts started to roam around in Sam's head as he steadily made his way to the climax. He let his hand move around freely on his brothers skin, and explored every inch of it. It didn't take long for Sam to reach the edge and he came whimpering, grasping a hold of Dean's chest.
Only then his thoughts cleared and he realized, he had only sensed Dean in a four different ways. He felt his stomach drop when it hit him; Only voices for the last few minutes in the room were his own fast breath and the rustling of the sheets. No snoring, no restful breathing, only freezing silence could be heard from Dean. Sam gulped and started to panic. He didn't dare to say anything, he didn't even dare to move. He had took it way too far, he only meant to feel Dean a little, not to cum all over his ass.
Felt like time was frozen. Sam had a strangling feeling in his throath and he was afraid to breathe.
"What the hell, Sam?" broke the silence. Sam didn't say anything, he couldn't possibly figure out an explanation for this. What would he say? He decided to go with the fake-sleep thing. Dean turned around and pushed Sam's hand away.
"Sam?" he asked louder, and punched his brothers shoulder. This made Sam to fake-wake up, and he tried to look as sleepy as he could.
"What, what's wrong?"
"You know what's wrong."
"I don't know what you're talking about, why did you wake me up?"
For a while Sam really thought Dean had bought the act. Soon he found out that his hopes were way too high.
"I'm sorry", he mumbled and felt horrible. How could've he done something like that? Something so wrong?
There was a silent moment again, until Dean broke it with a sigh.
"Alright, I'm too tired to care now. I'll listen to your explanation in the morning", he said, pushed himself up from the bed and moved onto the two seated couch on the other side of the room. It was way too small to sleep comfortably on, but he didn't want to risk Sam to notice the hard and very noticableproblem of his own.