The Moment I Said It
Disclaimer: I own nothing, it all belongs to Kripke. Lucky fucker.
Warnings: Graphic Slash, Graphic Violence, Incest, Cursing
Muse Songs: The Moment I Said it - Imogen Heap, It Will Rain - Bruno Mars, A thousand years - Christina Perri, I want you to want me - Letters to cleo, Leave - Matchbox twenty, What if - Safetysuit, If I didn't have you - Thompson Square, Nobody Sees - Powderfingers
It was yet another day in the lives of Samuel Winchester and Dean Winchester… another rather weird and fucked up day. The only relaxing part was the usual rumble of the sleek black Impala as it rolled down yet another nameless road. In the background Ac/Dc was playing, the volume turned down so much it was nothing but a whisper. "So, does it look like our kind of case?" Dean asked as he glanced at his younger brother out of the corner of his eye.
Sam didn't even look up from the newspaper in his lap, his long legs somehow folded up on the bench seat of the impala. It didn't look like a comfortable position but well, Dean didn't mind - not really - when Sams feet bumped his thigh or side. "Sammy?" Dean tried again, worried by his brothers lack of response. "Hm? Uh yea it does." Sam finally replied having snapped out of his trance.
"So? What does it say?" Dean added rather impatiently. "Two men were found in alleys, with their bodies mangled and ripped apart. Locals are claiming that it was a dog attack.. And are hunting for this dangerous dog. But both of them happened during full moons and-" "They're missing their hearts?" Dean finished to which Sam nodded. "You sure you wanna take this hunt?" Dean asked, glancing at Sam once again. It hadn't been that long since the fiasco with Madison. "Yea Dean, We're the closest hunters."
"We could call Bobby, he could-" "It's fine." Sam cut him off, shooting him a 'drop it' look to which Dean shrugged and focused on the road again. Sam sighed and put the paper on the floor board, placing his duffel over it and shifted on the seat. Dean barely restrained a smirk when Sams feet stretched across his lap and his head was nestled onto Deans jacket. Silently he moved one hand off the wheel and placed it upon his brothers calf.
Sam jumped when he felt a hand on his leg, but quickly relaxed when he realized it was just Dean. Closing his eyes he nuzzled into the jacket and enjoyed the silence, the warmth of his brothers hand, the familiar rumble of the car. It was a position they were both used to, it went back to their child hood when they'd both hit growth spurts. Dean used to object to being used as a foot rest, but somewhere along the line he quit complaining and often smirked when Sam would do it.
Dean doubted that his brother felt the same way he did, that he'd stick around if he knew why his brother smirked when he was used as a foot rest. Why he'd stopped complaining, and even seemed to enjoy it. Yes he was sure Sam would run if he knew the thoughts that ran through Deans head when Sam came out of the shower, in nothing but a towel. Dean sighed and shook his head, ridding himself of such thoughts. He couldn't risk his brother feeling his attraction to such images.. And flip out.
They continued the drive in silence, and when they pulled into some hole in the wall motels parking lot Sam had fallen asleep. Dean put the Impala in park and hesitated, before reluctantly shaking his brother awake. "Hn?" Sam grumbled, burrowing his face into the leather. "Get up, we gotta get a room." Groaning Sam pulled his legs from his brothers lap, allowing Dean to exit the car. Shaking his head fondly Dean went into the office to get their key to their room.
"Evening. How may I help you?" Asked the brunette at the desk, her eyes roaming over Deans body. Plastering on a cocky smirk he moved towards the desk, and leaned against the edge. "Any way I could get a room?" He drawled, smiling down at the young woman. "Er…King?" She mumbled, seemingly awestruck. Dean glanced over his shoulder and shrugged, it wasn't the first time they'd share a bed. Granted they were kids the other times… but it couldn't be all that different could it? "Yea." She nodded and turned, grabbing a key. "Thirty five dollars." Dean handed her two twenties and waited while she got his change. Once he was handed the keys he winked at her and turned to leave, crumpling the paper with her number on it as he exited.
Upon reaching the Impala he noticed that Sam had fallen back asleep. Heaving a sigh he gently opened the passenger side door, supporting Sams head as he did so. "Sam, Man." Dean huffed, shaking his brothers shoulder with one hand. "Don't make me carry your gigantic ass." He growled when Sam didn't stir. Rolling his eyes he missed the slight twitch to his brothers lips as Dean leaned into the car and began dragging Sam out of it. It took more work then he'd admit but once he had his brother leaning against the side of the car he paused. "Sam." He tried in his commanding tone, but other then a slight twitch his brother didn't react.
"Alright." Dean shrugged before crouching slightly and lifting his brother as if he were a sack of potatoes. Upon righting himself he stumbled, knees nearly giving out. "Geh. You've gained a few man." Dean grumbled as he trudged on, walking the short distance - thankfully - to the door. Dropping their duffels he managed to open the door with one hand before snagging the bags and heading into the room. Where he promptly dumped Sam onto the bed, along with the duffels. It was once he'd taken the moment to stare at his brother, that he figured well…Sam couldn't sleep in his jeans. Moving to the side of the bed he gently undid his brothers pants and pulled them and his shoes off, before tucking him into the bed. Some may have found it odd that he had no qualms with undoing his brothers jeans, but in their line of work they were often injured…and it fell upon Dean to treat Sams wounds.
After an hour of flipping through channels with the volume down so low he nearly couldn't hear them, he decided to locate some grub. Grabbing his jacket and keys he scribbled Sam a quick note and left the room, heading towards the office so he could ask them where a diner was. It didn't take long before he reached the office and opened the door to find instead of the woman, a man… more so two men. Both of them were kissing behind the counter, and Dean raised a brow before clearing his throat. Both men pulled away slowly before the black haired one turned to glance at him. "Yes?" He questioned, clearly not pleased with being interrupted. "Er..wheres the closest diner?" Deans voice came out rough, and he didn't know if it was from embarrassment or arousal. "Two blocks down, on the left." Dean nodded and rushed out of the office.
Hoping into the Impala, it didn't take him long before he reached the diner, and was heading into the building. He knew what he wanted, and was pretty sure what Sam would want when his brother woke up. Upon approaching the counter he watched as a busty blonde approached, with a flirty smile on her lips. Normally he would have jumped at the chance to put on the charm, but now.. Now he simply glanced at the menu she slid him before shaking his head. "What can I get ya honey?" She questioned, a hand on her hip while she leaned on the counter, pushing her breast into his face. Dean took a step back and frowned "I'd like a double cheeseburger with extra cheese, fries and a coke. As well as a Caesar salad and unsweet tea." She blinked at the total different orders, but shrugged and wrote it down passing it to the cook. "Ordering for your girl? So sweet." She cooed, and he blinked at her. What? "Huh? Uh no…" "Oh! Your fella!" Dean couldn't help but stare at her. "No." He growled out. "My brother." Not that it was any of her business.
She smirked and chuckled "Whatever you say dearie." and walked off leaving Dean staring after her. What the fuck? The nerve of some people, it never ceased to amaze him. Five minutes later she returned with his order and he tossed the cash at her before walking out. What had given her the idea he was gay?! Shaking his head he slid effortlessly into the Impala and headed back to the motel. Hopefully his Sammy was still asleep, so he wouldn't notice he'd been gone. As he pulled up he noticed the chick from the desk outside smoking. Once the impala was shut off he got out, pulling the food with him. "Aw, your boyfriends lucky. Bringing him dinner and all." She commented upon seeing the two meals. Dean whipped around to face her. "He's not my boyfriend. I'm not a fag. I've never been in love with another man!" He snapped, clearly annoyed. The workers jaw dropped open as she stared, and a soft gasp caught his attention.
Turning towards their room he caught sight of Sam disappearing back inside. "Fuck!" Dean cried, moving after his brother. Rushing into the room he slammed the door behind him, the sight in the room broke his heart into a million pieces. Sam - with tears in his eyes - was hastily gathering up his stuff. "Sammy…" Dean breathed, dropping the food onto the table by the door and edging towards his brother. Sam shook his head as he grabbed his phone and heaved his duffel onto his shoulder. "Sam.." Dean pleaded again, and reached out to place a hand on his brothers arm. Sam smacked the offending hand away and wheeled away from him, heading towards the door as the first tears fell. Dean lunged then, grabbing Sams arm and yanking him backwards, causing his oversized brother to stumble and fall onto the end of the bed with an 'oomph'. "Where the hell do you think your going?!" Dean snarled out, his grip tightening on Sams arm.
Sam winced before ripping his arm from Deans grip and moved to stand. "Isn't it obvious? I mean, I know I've always been the brains out of us here Dean but surely you're not that stupid." Sam snapped, glaring at Dean as he moved once more towards the door. Dean moved between him and the door, arms crossed. "Your not leaving." He replied in a deadly calm tone, a tone that meant danger… a tone, that normally Sam would have caved to. "The fuck I'm not. Move Dean." Sam ordered, moving into his brothers space in hopes of using his height to frighten Dean. Of course, he should have known that was a bad idea.
Though Dean had his arms crossed, he was still a hunter and still had swift reflexes. Within the blink of an eye, Deans hand shot up and his fist punched Sam in the face, sending the taller stumbling back once more. This time however Sam managed to keep his balance, and anger flared to life in his eyes. "You're not leaving Sammy. Not until you tell me what the Fu-" His words were cut off by a fist to his jaw, causing his head to jerk sideways. Dean wiggled his jaw, testing to see if it was broken before he turned to face Sam again. "What the fuck is your deal!?" Dean snarled, shoving Sam back onto the bed and straddling his waist, pinning his arms down with one hand. "Dean, get off me." Sam ordered, while trying to free his hands. "No, tell me what your issue is." Dean hissed, squeezing the wrists in his grip as he leaned down over his brother.
Sam turned his face away from Dean and went limp, giving up - or so it seemed - for Dean was the stronger. For all of Sams height and size, Dean could still kick his ass… but only because Sam never wanted to hurt his brother. "I don't have an issue." Sam drawled in a monotone, almost robotic in tone. Dean was shocked at the change and his grip loosened, giving Sam the chance to break free of it and shove Dean off of him, and onto the floor. Before his brother had a chance to realize what had happened, he was up off the bed and out the door, disappearing around the corner without a trace.
A/N: Oooo Dean messed up. Also, the songs above are for the whole story. They're the songs that gave me muse. I got this idea after seeing a morgan/reid slash video set to the song 'the moment I said it' so yea. Also if you read 'Just memories' i'm having a writers block there...hence this story. xD