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Chapter One : All In Good Time
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Another day another dingy motel room. Dean scoffed at the sight as he and his brother made their entrance. Deans mood had been a pissy one ever since they left Lexington, Kentucky after the last exorcismn they had performed. It didn't help one bit that the lobbiest was being a bitch and sticking them in what Dean could now clearify as the shitist place he'd had to stay in, in a long time. And her reasoning? For thinking they were gay, knowing she wouldn't have a chance in hell.
Dean was first to walk in glancing around the room, "Oh For The Love Of God"...set aside all the other problems, there was only one queen sized bed in the room.
Sam looked into the small space and raised his brow "You didn't tell her we needed two beds?"
Dean shot a deadly glance at his brother before throwing his bags to the floor and flopping onto the bed "No Sammy I was too busy trying to convince her that we weren't gay, I don't think i got the point across! Oh and thanks again for not helping in the matter!"
Sam rolled his eyes and turned away heading for the small bathroom, "Whatever dude, i'm taking a shower, make sure you salt the door and windows"
"Yes mother" Dean snapped, but none the less got up do just that. After all he wouldn't want to risk anything.
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Dean had been laying back on the bed sprawled out flipping through the free cable channels. "Did you know they have porn?" Dean laughed out shouting into the bathroom his brother still occupied.
"That's great Dean" Sam shouted back and sighed heavily. Demons he could handle, even getting shot, beat and stabbed he could handle. Watching his brother get a hard on by watching porn--maybe not so much. Sam wrapped a towel across his waist and walked from the bathroom, a cloud of steam following him before it dicipated and just left Sam standing there, water dropletts still trickling down his chest. He had another smaller towel in his hands drying his hair frantically.
Dean looked over and caught the sight of his brother, it amazed him how grown up Sam was... and he had a body that was for sure. Dean momentarily wandered why Sam wore so many damn layers of cloths with a body like that. And then Dean felt the effects of the thoughts between his legs. Swallowing hard Dean flipped the t.v. off "Won't be needing that" he said lowly, not even a whisper.
Sam casually walked across the room to grab a pair of boxers and white t-shirt. Pulling them on and sitting on the edge of the bed, grabbing his laptop and flipping it open on his lap, glanced momentarily over his shoulder at Dean who seemed to be hovering, although it didn't seem Deans attention was as much on his laptop, as on his body. "Something you need?"
"No not a thing" Dean said quckly, hoping he didn't sound hurried and he backed away from Sam to lay on his own side of the bed. "Isn't it a little late for research Sammy?"
"Your right, i can do this tomorrow" Sam blinked his eyes a few times, still not seeing what Dean was on about, but clicked the laptop closed and curled himself under the covers anyways. Sam felt Dean tense under the covers and once again Sam was clueless to what was going on "You arlight man?"
"Yeah, i've just uh--I've got a cramp... in my side" Deans attempt at sounding believeable worked and he was relieved for that much, but now Sam was taking on his brotherly role to see what was going on with Deans side, and that's when Dean Felt Sam's strong hands lift his shirt. "Uh Sammy?"
"Does this hurt?" Sam asked gently pushing on Deans bare side.
Without being able to stifle a moan, only from having his hands on him, Dean sighed heavily and shook his head "No sammy... feels good" Before he realized what he'd said, Dean felt Sam's hand yank away. "Whats wrong?"
"N-Nothing... did you just---" Sam felt stupid asking the question but he needed an answer, not that it didn't sound good to Sam when he heard the moan, well what he thought was a moan but... surely Dean wasn't enjoying the feel of Sam touching him like that.
"I'm sorry" Dean was becoming frantic in his mind. Did he just drive Sam away for good? Or is Sam just not believing it... maybe he wants this too. But then again what is this that Dean felt, just built up lust or was it something real. God there were too many questions.
"Don't be" Sam now knew why Dean had been acting so strange around him lately, demanding to split up all the time, sit opposit from eachother everywhere they went so they were far enough a part, it was all falling into place now. But he had grown quite, a look of pure awe, and maybe shock on his face.. he didn't know what to do with this newfound information.
"Sammy..." Dean stopped when he saw he wasn't getting much of a reaction from his brother. The saying 'now or never' truly stood out in Deans mind this very moment, and thats when he leaned forward, closing the gap between himself and Sam, placing a almost Chaste kiss across Sams lips, what Dean didn't expect was for Sam to react back.
The moment Dean's lips touched his own Sam felt safe, protected, loved for the first time in what seemed like forever. Closing his eyes enjoying the feel, he pressed back. There was not tongue, nothing extreme just flesh against flesh, lips against lips.
Before anything got escelated Dean pushed back slowly, opening his eyes and brushing a stray lock of hair from Sam's face. Dean could see the hurt there when he pulled back and he knew he had to explain "It's not that i don't want - this. But, d-do you?" It was a question he needed an answer to.
"I do" Were the only words to come from Sam's lips before he took the first step this time, placing a more intense and passion ignited kiss to Dean's lips but just as soon pulled away "Can we go slow Dean... i just," Sam's words were thick with emotion and he just didn't know much of anything at the moment "I don't want to rush into this, because i don't know what this is yet and - I love you, i always have but... please i just wanna go slow" Sams voice had turned to pleading by now.
Dean reached across and cupped Sam's face with his hand leaning in and pressing his lips to Sam's forehead "Yeah Sammy, we can do that" Deans own voice was begning to choke up but he held back the tears. "Get some sleep, we'll talk about this in the morning"
Sam smiled broadly, a smile only Sam could pull off and he layed down "Do i get a kiss goodnight?"
"Do you want one" Dean asked in total seriousness, he wanted this to work, more than anything he had ever wanted before.
"Very much" Sam stated softly
Dean grinned down at him and leaned over his brother kissing his lips slowly, gently, and he took a shot, running his tongue across Sam's still closed lips, but frowned when Sam softly pushed him back.
"Slow, remember?" Sam had a million dollor grin on his face and Dean shook his head in disbeief
"Aww C'mon thats not fair, it's just a kiss" Dean was almost pouting at the fact
"No that's tonguing and you don't get that yet." Sam flashed his grin again before turning on his side "Night Dean"
Dean sat with his mouth dropped open, there was no way he was going to survive this torture... unless he made Sam want it bad enought to be the one asking for more than just his lips. Dean let a grin of his own slide across his face as he layed down as well, wrapping his arm around his brother and resting his head on his shoulder. "Night Sammy"