Hey, SuperWoman0124 here with another Sam and Dean Slash story!
This is my longest one and the one I'm the most proud of so far.
The Chapters kinda go by days they're on the road trip, so sorry if some are longer than others!
OH! Not gonna post any spoilers, but I wrote this before I watched Supernatural season 7, (And in the later chapters, you'll see what I mean.) so for all you hardcore fans like me, I apoligize!
The married life was good for Dean. He enjoyed it. Being at home, crackin' a beer and putting your feet up. Sure, he missed the action of hunting. But he missed Sammy more.
Sam didn't feel the same way about marriage that Dean did. When he married Noel, their relationship was awesome for 6 months tops. Now, he feels trapped. Hiding himself from the world between these four thin walls. Pleasant-ville ain't so pleasant for Sam Winchester. He still did research, but most of all, he missed his older brother.
"Hey, Lisa!" bellowed Dean, careful not to pull his eyes off of the baseball game on TV.
"Yeah, Dean." Lisa called from the top of the stairs, holding a laundry basket on her hip.
"If you come down so we can talk, I'll fold laundry." Lisa heard the grin in her husband's voice and started to go downstairs. She got to the end of the stairs and sat on the sofa next to Dean's armchair, setting the laundry in front of him.
"It's April 27th, Lisa. Sammy's birthday is in less than a week." Dean said sullenly and picked up a pair of Bens boxers and folded them, tossing them aside.
"I know." she smiled and placed her hand on Dean's shoulder.
"So I was thinkin' I'm gonna go kidnap Sam and go on a road trip to visit Lawrence."
"How long?"
"I'm thinkin' a week." Dean sighed "I'll leave tomorrow."
"Sounds good." Lisa smiled, grabbing one of Dean's shirts out of the basket and folding it. "Want me to call Noel?"
"Nah," Dean said, folding a shirt. "I have a plan."
After dinner, Lisa and Ben went upstairs to do Ben's homework. Dean saw this as an opportune time to tell Sam's wife about his plan. Dean pulled his phone out and scrolled through his contacts, finally finding 'Noel."
"Hey, brother-in-law! Long time, no talk! How's Lisa?" Noel spoke eccentricity, all in one breath.
"Sam around?" Dean was never a small talker, so he got right to the point.
"No, he's out. Again. Joe's Bar or something. I dunno."
"Good. I wanna talk to you. How crazy would you be about me stealin' my brother?"
"Dean, this isn't a hunt thing, is it? You know he comes home all crazy when it's about that stuff."
"Nah. Goin' to visit Mom out in Lawrence for Sam's birthday for a week."
"Well, I did have plans to meet at the bar for his birthday, but he misses you, Dean. I'm sure he'll be excited."
"Don't tell him, Noel. I want it to be a surprise."
"Sure! So when you comin'?"
"Tomorrow?" San Francisco was only about a six hour drive from L.A.
"All right, I'll pack his stuff. See ya, Dean!"
"Noel?"
"Yeah, Hun?"
"Thanks."
"No problem, sweetie. I'm really happy you're planning this."
•DAY 1/April 28th•
Dean packed his stuff early in the a.m., kissed Lisa and Ben goodbye, reminded them to keep the salt lines straight and headed out in his first wife, the '67 Chevy Impala.
"Good to see ya, baby." he curled the car cover off of the sleek black paint and rubbed the hood, remembering the countless hours he and Sam called this leather interior home. He climbed in the driver's side and roared the engine to life. It still purred like a kitten. It had been a whole year since he'd seen Sam, and he couldn't have been more excited.
He headed out of the garage, honking his horn and waving final goodbyes. He blasted AC/DC and started to think about his life. Dean wasn't all about deep thought, but some things required pondering.
Lisa was cheating on him with the next door neighbor, and he had to get away. Seemed like this was a perfect chance for both of them to make a decision. Lisa knew he knew. They never talked about it, but they knew their 'happy marriage' was coming to an end. Dean was tired of pretending not to know, pretending to be happy. He loved Ben, and cared deeply for Lisa. But his life had been full of pain and torment. Would he go back to pretending?
Sam rolled over, latching his arms around his wife.
"Mmm." Noel moaned. "When did you come to bed?" she said through a yawn.
"About 20 minutes ago."
Noel sat up in bed, opening her sleepy eyes enough to see '6:32 a.m.' violently shining on the alarm clock. Noel got out of bed, and began her morning routine. She walked downstairs and started the coffee. She didn't work today, but her 6 month pregnant belly told her to get started. She already called Sam's job and told them he would be using his vacation. His bags were packed and hidden in the closet. Sam lay in bed, curled up with Noel's pillow, drooling, as usual.
About noon, there was a knock at the front door. Noel, dressed to kill, answered, bouncing on her toes.
"You're here!" she spoke loudly, opening the door.
She latched her arms around her brother-in-laws neck, careful not to put too much pressure on her tummy.
"Hey, sis. Where's Sam?"
"Oh, he's upstairs," she rolled her eyes and put her hand next to her mouth. "still sleeping." she whispered.
Dean put his bags down in the main hall and began his journey up the long set of stairs. He found the bedroom, and opened the door was spread across the bed, arms open and legs wide.
Dean walked to the side of the bed and flicked Sam hard on the nose.
"Wake up, bitch!" Dean commanded, chuckling when Sam's eyes shot open.
"Dean?" he rubbed his left eye. "Am I- am I dreaming? Are you really here?" Sam smiled.
"No, man. You're crazy. Com'on, Yeah, I'm really here."
Sam shot out of bed and launched himself at his brother, holding him close to his chest, hugging him tightly.
Dean felt his brother's muscular abs pressed against him, along with his little brother's obvious morning wood.
"Dude." Dean looked down and saw the 9 inch dick jutting into his. Sam's boxers tightening as Sam realized what was going on. Sam backed up and sat on the bed cross legged, covering himself with a pillow, making the situation awkward.
"How long you here, man?" Sam choked out, coughing into his closed fist.
"Were takin' off, dude. Already cleared it with the ball and chains."
Sam's eyes went wide with excitement. "Where? Dean, is it a hunt?"
"No, bitch. It's a party. Road trip, really. We're going to Lawrence to visit mom and to celebrate your 28th birthday, Moosey. Bobby'll meet us out there."
"Bobby... I haven't talked to him in-"
"Ages, I know." Dean completed Sam's sentence, also being true for him.
"Dean, uh, I'm really glad you're here and all, but... Uh... Can you go downstairs so I can put some pants on?"
Dean smirked wickedly. "Yeah, Sammy, I can do that" he walked towards the door, looking back. "Happy early birthday, kiddo."
Sam and Dean packed Sam's bags packed in the backseat of the impala, getting ready to head out.
"Happy birthday, baby!" Noel kissed Sam simply on the cheek. "Call me when you get there."
"Okay, Noel. Love ya." Sam said sullenly, climbing into the passenger seat of the impala.
"Just like old times, big brother."
"Yeah, Sammy. Just like old times."
Dean drove for two hours straight, but they only got 20 minutes out of Cali before Sam was passed out, head rested on the window.
"Sammy." Dean shook Sam's shoulder lightly. "Let's stop for breakfast. We can catch up."
"Mhm." Sam groaned in approval, snuggling back up to the window.
They pulled up to Dee's Diner in god knows where Nevada.
Dean got in the bench seat and Sam slumped in, sighing when he sat. Dean winked at the waitress when she asked for drink orders.
"Bacon cheeseburger and a chef salad? You people aren't breakfast people, are ya?" the pretty waitress asked, curling her pen back into her hair.
"No, mam." Dean smiled. Sam shrugged, as Darla the waitress walked away.
"Alright, Sammy, you've been all moody and no fun since we've left. What's up?"
"Nothin' man." Sam shrugged and rolled his eyes.
"Com'on, Sam. I know when somethin's bothering you."
Sam groaned and looked his brother deeply in his eyes. He could get lost in Dean's eyes. So bright and full of hope. It had been a long time since Sam felt comfortable enough with someone to tell his secrets. Him and Dean hadn't talked in a while, but it was his brother; more, even. Dean was also the best friend he ever had.
"I just found out the baby isn't mine." Sam whispered across the table.
Dean's jaw dropped. He couldn't believe bubbly Noel was cheating, too.
"Wow," Dean smiled. "I guess we both needed this then. Lisa's cheatin' too."
Sam rolled his eyes.
"Dude, you don't gotta make shit up to make me feel better."
"I wouldn't make this up. Her and the neighbor, Tim. They been hookin' up behind my back."
Sam's eyes went wide, knowing now his brother was telling the truth.
"How long have you known?"
Dean rubbed his hand through his cropped hair, and gave a yawn.
"Since we were married... I dunno, Sam. Awhile." Dean looked down at his curled fingers under the table, Sorry to hear that both their relationships failed.
"And you stayed?"
"Where would I have gone, Sammy?"
"Uhh, you know my house is like, 6 hours away right?"
"Yeah but when I found out, you and Noel had just gotten married. I didn't want to move in on your newlywed vibe."
Darla came back with their food, and Dean offered a kind smile, through teary eyes. As soon as Darla walked away, Sam leaned over the table.
"Dude, we didn't have a 'newlywed phase'. I mean we were happy, yeah. But there was somethin' off after we got married. Dean, you shoulda came. I would have loved to see you."
"Thanks, man." Dean said, taking a bite of his cheeseburger. "So does Noel know you know?"
"Well we sat down and talked about it last week. She felt she should prepare me because the guy she's cheatin' on me is African American."
Dean looked at Sam and gave a sorrowful look.
"That sucks, man... I feel slightly better about my situation. Lisa isn't knocked up or nothin'" Dean chuckled through globs of meat rolling around in his mouth.
They continued with small talk, not wanting to wait to get on the road. They finished their meals, thanked and tipped their waitress and got back on the road, crawling back into the impala.
It was about 2 o'clock before the Winchester's spoke again.
Sam reached up and turned AC/DC's 'shoot to thrill' down and looked cautiously at his brother.
"Have you and Lisa talked about it?"
Dean was startled by the random question.
"No. Why you askin'?"
"She wasn't gonna tell me. She said that we were in a-" Sam held up his pointer and middle finger, making air quotes. "Loveless relationship" he lowered his hands. "She told me it was like I was cheating on her. Like it seemed I was in love with someone else."
"Why would she think that?"
"Dunno, Dean. I-I miss hunting. I didn't think I would. She hates that I miss it. I can't help it. I miss the car, I miss the monsters... Hell, I miss your music."
"Don't go all chick flick on me now, Sam."
"I miss..." Sam let out a humble sigh, knowing he was going to get made fun of. "you... Dean."
"Awww," Dean took his right hand off the steering wheel and gave Sam a quick noogie. "I miss you too, ya girl." Dean chuckled.
"I'm serious, Dean."
Dean looked at his surroundings and went back to talking about Noel.
"Alright, alright. So do you love her?"
Sam sighed and fisted his hand through his hair.
"No, dude. I don't think so... I mean, I know I did at one point. But now..." Sam shrugged. "Is it alright not to know?"
Dean peeked a glance at his brother who had his arms crossed at his chest, hugging himself tightly.
"I think so, Sammy. I mean, I care for Lisa. But now that I know she cheated, I dunno about her."
Dean put his arm over the back seat and motioned Sam to come closer. Sam snuggled in tightly next to Dean, and Dean kissed the top of his head.
Dean chuckled. "Maybe Noel can come live with Lisa, and I could live with you." Dean said in a joking tone.
"That isn't a bad idea." Sam smiled and let out a light laughter before he kneaded into Dean's shoulder and passed out.
Dean was left alone with his thoughts. He loved the fact that as soon as Sam got into a car, he couldn't help but fall asleep. His gaze fell to Sam's hair, the smell was intoxicating.
'He always did smell like a chick.' Dean thought.
Would it be possible to live with Sammy? It would be nice. Dean thought to the millions of hotel rooms Sammy and him had shared together. Hell, even a few beds when that was all that was available. He loved Sammy's company, and he missed it. Missed this. Missed being able to talk to someone about anything that popped into Dean's head without censoring or worrying about judgment. Sam loved him.
And that was all that mattered.