"Now I remember why we don't stay in Louisiana too long!" Sam said as he plopped down on the bed in the old dirty motel room. "I tried to tell you! But no! 'It'll be fun, I promise' you said" Dean teasingly told Sam. They just finished hunting down some nasty demons down by the bayou. They were both exhausted and smelled horrible. They both somehow ended up in the bayou, which just in case you don't know is filthy! They sniffed themselves, then looked at each other for a few seconds and started running toward the bathroom. Dean beat Sam and with a triumphant HAHA! He slammed the door and locked it. Sam yelled "Jerk!" and Dean instantly said, "Bitch!" Sam couldn't help but giggle at their old familiar banter. Dean started singing some old song much too loud just to put the icing in the cake. Thankfully, Dean knew how much it sucked being stuck smelling horrible, so he didn't take long. He got out the shower, and walked out only in a towel. Sam had seen his brother shirtless and almost naked plenty of times, but never dripping wet, fresh out of the shower…nothing covering him but a small cloth. Sam swallowed hard, and said, "Your singing is so horrible we could use it as a weapon to repel monsters!" trying to get his mind off his inappropriate thoughts toward his brother. "Haha, very funny! I'd like to hear you do better!" said Dean, "You might wanna hurry up, and shower. You know these old motels water is fucked up." "Yea…o…okay," Sam stuttered taken by the strange clench deep in his stomach.
Sam, trying to ignore his thoughts and strange feelings, darted into the bathroom and made sure to lock the door. He set the water extra hot, hoping to clean up not only his body, but his mind. While Sam is in the shower, Dean is starting to panic. Dean thinks to himself. "Why did I just do that? I'm so stupid. We are brothers for crying out loud! I'm not supposed to feel like this! I just can't help it. We spend so much time together. I'm starting to only notice him…and not in a brotherly way." No one but Dean knows about his dream a few months back…
Sam is in a deep sleep in the bed. The only room they found was with one king sized bed. The room is freezing cold. Unconsciously, Sam is moving closer and closer to Dean until he's right on him. Dean doesn't mind. Sam is just cold and trying to get warm. After gazing at his baby brother for a while, he just wraps his arms around him and holds him closely. Sam makes a small noise of satisfaction, and starts talking in his sleep. It's so low Dean has to lean in to hear him. "Dean…" was all he heard at first. Then Sam continues on to say, "Don't ever leave me Dean. I love you." Sam is getting louder, "Dean! You can't leave me! I need you!" Sam starts to cry in his sleep, and jolts awake. "Shhh Sam, It's okay! I'm right here and I'm not going anywhere." Sam looks into his big strong brothers beautiful eyes, with tears streaming down his face. Dean whipped away the tears with his thumb, and even after they were gone he keeps stroking his little brother's face, amazed at his beauty. He slowly moves closer to Sam's face with his own. "Please…" Sam said pleadingly, "Don't ever let me go, or leave me." Dean almost started to cry, "Never." He says in a stern voice and kisses Sam on the lips with a burning passion and need for him. They both make noises of deep desire and wanting. "I love you so much Dean," Sam says breathless after their long kiss. "I love you too Sammy, more than you will ever know." They stare at each other for a while. Sam reached out and touches Dean's chest, and rubs it gently. This sends chills and muscle spasms, all through his body. He moans ever so lightly. He can feel his dick getting rock hard, just from his brothers light touch. "Sam…" he says in a moaning voice, "We are brothers…this shouldn't be happening, and it shouldn't feel so damn good." Sam looks at him with desire burning in his eyes, "We aren't normal brothers Dean…we are bound to each other in ways even married couples aren't." Dean just can't take it anymore and climbs on top of Sam, rips off his shirt, and takes off his boxers lightning fast. He kisses him deeply for a minute, until Sam surprisingly flips Dean over and pins him down. Sam strips Dean slow and teasing. Sam kisses Dean from mouth, to neck, to chest, to groin, then finally he gives one little lick to the tip of Dean's rock hard dick. Dean lets out a yelp. He puts the engorged cock into his mouth and sucks hard. Dean's face is a mix of total bliss and confusion. Dean feels like he's about to cum right down his brother's throat…
"Dean…Dean…DEAN," Sam is yelling. Dean snaps out of the thought of that dream. He didn't even realize that he was still only in a towel. "You looked like you were terrified of something. Are you okay?" Sam asked concern in his voice. Dean clears his throat, "Yea. I was just thinking of a dream I had a few weeks ago…it confused me, and I can't stop picturing me doing…" he trails off. "Doing…doing what?" asks his little brother. "Nothing. Don't worry about it. No big deal." He wouldn't dare tell Sam what he did to him in the dream. "Come on man you can tell me. I won't judge," Sam says now interested. Nothing scares Dean, so this dream had to be pretty bad. "Please, maybe I'll tell you tomorrow, just drop it for now." Dean said exasperated. "Okay. You might want to get dressed, it's getting really cold outside, and the heater is shitty." Sam sounds so nonchalant about it. Sam is also in only a towel. As soon as he saw Dean after his shower, that clench was back, and stronger. They both get ready for bed. Once again there is only one bed, and they have to share. They crawl into bed, and are as far apart from each other as the bed will allow. They are truly exhausted, and fall asleep instantly.
Dean wakes up abruptly. He looks at the time, and it's only been about an hour since he fell asleep. He had the dream again, only this time it went much further than a blow job. He looks down at his beautiful brother, sleeping so soundly. It feels just like the dream. Suddenly Sam wakes up and says, "What are you doing?" Dean didn't even notice that he was stroking Sam's spine softly. He quickly stops and draws back his hand. They both pause. Dean thinks to himself, what the hell? Why did I do that? Now Sam's going to think I've lost my mind! At the same time Sam is thinking, I wish he wouldn't have stopped. His touch is so heavenly. Sam rolls over to face Dean. They slowly move towards each other staring into each other's eyes. Finally Sam caves, and crushes his lips to his big brothers. The kiss is fast. Sam backs off, and closes his eyes waiting for a "what the fuck was that?" or something of that nature, but it never comes. When he opens his eyes Dean is just smiling. "What?" Sam says. "Would you like to know what my latest dream was about?" Before Sam could answer, Dean is pulling Sam on top of him, and removing both of their clothes. Sam doesn't take long to catch on and starts to help. In less than a minute they are both completely naked, ignoring the freezing cold. Sam leans down and kisses Dean lightly. Then, he continues down his long body. The more he feels his brothers touch on his body, and pulling at his hair, the harder his cock gets. He pauses at Dean's nipples and suckles a bit. Dean lets out a moan of pure pleasure. Then he kisses down to his thighs, avoiding his cock, wanting to play a little. "Sammy…please" Dean says desperate. Teasingly, he replies "What big brother? You have to tell me what you want," while licking all around Deans hard and throbbing cock. "Oh my god Sammy! Please! I want you to fuck me!" Sam is sort of surprised by how much Dean wants it. He moves down from the bed to fetch some lube. He starts to stroke his brother's big cock. Then he moves down, and touched his ass hole with his tongue lightly. Dean lets out a little yell. He is very sensitive. "mm. You like that big brother?" "Oh god yes! Don't you fucking stop!" Sam continues to lick his brother's tight entrance until he is leaking precum without even touching his dick. "Are you ready for me Dean?" Sam asked playfully. "Oh Sammy. I am more ready than anything. I want you inside me!" Sam lubes up his erect dick, and slowly slides into his brother's hot and waiting entrance with his pulsing dick. They both make a deep moan from deep inside their throats. "Oh Dean. You're so tight. Am I hurting you?" "You could never hurt my baby." With that being said, Sam moves in and out his brother in rhythm. They gradually get faster, and faster, until they are both yelling each other's names in pure pleasure. "Sammy! Oh Sammy! I'm going to cum!" Dean yells. "Say my name baby!" Sam demands. "Sammy! Sammy! Sammy!" Hearing his brother yell out his name triggered Sam to release and have the most intense orgasm in his life. Dean released right after. Sam drops down onto Dean's chest. They are both panting hard and fast from their pure ecstasy. "Wow Sammy," Dean said, "That was much better than my dream." Sam laughed, took Dean into his arms, and smiled, "How long have you been having these dreams about me?" "About a month now," Dean answered, "Why?" "You mean I missed a whole month if this? That's a little selfish don't you think?" Sam said in a silly way. They both laughed. They were both wondering what would happen in the morning, if things were going to just go back to normal, or if they were going to change forever… "I love you Sam…" "I love you too Dean…" They drifted off to sleep with Dean wrapped in Sam's arms, not knowing what the future may hold…