"Sam," Dean groaned, "Why do you insist on dragging me to crap like this?"

"Shut up Dean. Do I bitch when your idea of a good date is a shooting range or a gun show?"

"You don't like gun shows?" Dean asked, brow wrinkled, surprise etched on his face.

Sam just smiled at him and slightly shook his head.

Dean sighed, shoved his hands in his pockets and walked up the stairs beside Sam into the museum.

Sam sniggered. He knew the idea of Dean spending the evening at a museum was just killing him, but he'd live. Sam reached over and grabbed Dean's wrist, pulling his hand out of his pocket. He slid his hand down into Dean's and lightly wrapped his fingers between those of his brothers.

Dean struggled against his hold. "Sam!" he said uncomfortably, trying to break free of Sam's grip.

Sam stopped walking and yanked Dean against him. "What?"

"People are staring."

"Only because you're making a big deal out of me holding your hand. Calm down Dean. You'll never see these people again."

Sam stepped closer, pressing against him, "Do you want me to let go?" he asked, his eyes pained.

Dean shook his head.

Sam smiled, leaned his head down and quickly kissed him.

Their relationship took a turn when Sam had the flu. In his fevered delirum, he had told Dean he loved him. Dean had laughed and told him he loved him too. Sam had become upset, and blurted out that he meant in love.

When the worst part of his sickness had passed, Dean had asked Sam if he remembered what he'd said.

Sam was so horrified that in the middle of the night, he'd left the motel, leaving Dean a letter telling him he was sorry and he knew that things could never be the same again, or go back to how they were and that he hoped that one day Dean would forgive him for his feelings.

It took Dean six days to find Sam. And when he did, he'd punched him so hard he'd fallen on his ass.

Dean had crumbled the letter and threw it at him.

When Sam had regained his composure and gotten to his feet, he grabbed Dean by the front of his shirt and yanked him into a kiss.

It had been a long, deep sexy kiss, and Dean didn't struggle against it, he'd kissed Sam back.

When the kiss was broken, Dean simply told Sam to get in the car.

Once they had checked into the motel, they'd stayed up most of the night talking and arguing.

Sam, convinced Dean was only giving in so he wouldn't leave again, told Dean he didn't want his pity and false affections.

Dean had responded by slamming him into a wall and asking him if he was really that stupid, and kissed him.

There had been no sex that night, there had been no sex yet period.

Dean told Sam that he wanted this, he wanted a relationship, but that he needed time, needed for them to take it slow.

Sam, surprised at Dean wanting to take things slow, agreed.

That had been two months ago.

Dean had become more comfortable with Sam's show of public affection, though sometimes he still seemed embarassed.

They'd been walking around the museum for about an hour, still holding hands, much to Sam's surprise.

Sam was rounding the corner to go into the next room, when Dean had stopped walking.

"What's up?" Sam asked.

Dean smirked and pulled him into a dark corner and pushed him against the wall and kissed him.

Dean's hands slid around to Sam's ass, pulling him tightly against his body.

Their kiss broke; Sam leaned his head back against the wall, and Dean's mouth slid down Sam's neck and throat, kissing and sucking.

"Museums make you hot?" Sam playfully asked.

Dean looked up into his eyes, "No, you do."

Sam smiled, "Nice try, Mr. Bond, but we're not leaving."

Dean looked up at Sam, his face hardened, he scoffed and turned, storming away.

"Fuck!" Sam whispered, giving chase after his brother.

"Dean!" he called out.

Dean, who was a good five feet in front of him, kept quickly walking through the museum heading towards the door.

Sam picked up speed to a light jog, reaching out and grabbed Dean's arm. Dean swung around, his arm lashing out and hitting an artifact on display at the same time yelling "Get the fuck off me!"

The statue shook on the podium, swaying side to side, finally tipping over the edge. Sam and Dean both lunged for the delicate artifact, both catching it simultaneously.

The lights in the museum flickered and flashed.

Dean yanked the statue out of Sam's grip. sitting it back down on the podium.

"I'm leaving, are you coming or walking?" Dean snarled.

Dean slammed on the breaks so hard pulling into the parking spot that Sam banged into the dashboard.

Dean was already in their room before Sam had even gotten out of the car.

Sam closed the door to their room as Dean walked past him heading for the bathroom. Sam reached out and pulled on Dean's arm.

Dean yanked his arm out of Sam's hand. "Don't Sam, just... don't." He walked into the bathroom, slamming the door and locking it behind him.

"Great!" Sam sighed, pulling his shirt up over his head and toeing off his shoes.

He pulled off his jeans and slipped on a pair of sweats. He sat down on the bed, resting his elbows on his knees.

Dean came out of the bathroom wearing only his boxers and a t-shirt. Sam stood up in front of him, blocking his was to the other bed.

"Move Sam," Dean warned.

"Dean, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to.."

"TO WHAT SAM?" Dean yelled, "Accuse me of using sex to get my way about something? That I was coming on to you to get you to leave the museum?"

"I'm sorry," Sam said cupping his face. "I'm sorry, I'm an idiot. Come on Dean."

Dean turned his head and pulled Sam's hands from his face. He walked around him and pulled the covers back on his bed and crawled under them.

"You're going to bed? Dean, it's only 8:30."

"Shut up Sam. I'm tired. Just.. leave me alone, alright?" Dean rolled onto his side, his back facing Sam.

Sam shut the lights off amd crawled into his own bed. "You know I love you, right?" Sam asked.

Silence.

"Dean?"

Dean sighed.

Sam got up, pulled back the covers on Dean's bed and slipped in behind him. Sam slid his arm around his waist and settled his face in the crook of Dean's neck.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you. I was a prick, ok?"

Sam slipped his hand under the edge of Dean's t-shirt, rubbing his stomach. "Talk to me." he whispered in Dean's ear.

Sam slid his hand further up Dean's chest and pressed his lips against his neck. "Do you know how turned on I was?" his finger brushing against Dean's nipple. "Dean, I know you weren't doing that to get me to leave."

"Then why did you say that?"

"I don't know, I wasn't serious. Will you forgive me?"

"Yeah," Dean answered.

Sam pulled him over onto his back, caressing the side of his face, brushing his thumb against Dean's lips.

Sam kissed him, his hand trailing down his stomach, slipping into his boxers. Sam's fingers slid down Dean's hardening cock and Dean gasped, his body stiffening.

"This ok?" he asked Dean. Dean nodded his head, his eyes closing, a sharp breath and moan escaping his lips.

"Are you sure? I mean, that you want to do this?"

"Yes," Dean panted, "Yeah, I'm sure." pulling Sam down into another kiss.

Sam rolled over on top of him, his fingers hooking inside Dean's boxers, sliding them down his hips. Dean pulled his shirt over his head and threw it on the floor just as Sam pulled his boxers down his legs.

Sam ran his hands down the inside of Dean's thighs, pushing his legs apart.

Dean sat up and pushed Sam's sweats down, his hands grasping his ass. Sam kissed him, pushing him down on the bed, wiggling out of his pants.

Sam started sliding against Dean, reaching down between their bodies, grasping Dean's cock.

"Sam, go down.." Dean moaned.

Sam smiled against Dean's mouth, and crawled down his body. Sam's hand was still firmly around Dean's dick, he looked up into his eyes and licked the head of his cock, taking in the tip.

Dean bucked, pressing further up into Sam's mouth. Sam grasped Dean's hips, and lowered his mouth, taking in all of his length.

Dean fisted his hands into Sam's hair.

Sam twirled his tongue around the head of Dean's cock, then slid his tongue across the slit. Dean yelled out as he exploded into Sam's mouth.

Dean's body went limp, sinking into the matress.

Sam stretched out along Dean's body, devouring his mouth.

"Make love to me Sam," Dean asked opening the bedside table and pulling out a bottle of lube.

Dean snapped the cap open, pouring a large amount in his hand. He reached between their bodies and slicked Sam's cock. Sam gasped at Dean's touch.

Sam hooked his arm under Dean's leg and grasped his dick, pressing past Dean's tight entrance.

Sam slowly pressed inside, "You ok?" Sam asked, just as his cock brushed Dean's prostate.

"OH GOD Sam...he gasped, "Don't stop."

Their bodies moved against each other, sweat pooling at the crook of Sam's back, spilling over, running down his waist, rippling onto Dean.

Sam kissed him, sucking on Dean's bottom lip. Sam's fingers dug into Dean's shoulder as he came.

He rested his head on Dean's chest.

"You're shaking," Dean told him.

Sam lifted his head, "Only because I love you."

"I know you do Sammy. I love you too."

Sam slid from Dean's body and rolled over onto his back pulling Dean onto his chest before drifting off to sleep.

Sam woke first, he was laying on his side, back pressed into Dean's chest. He sat up and rubbed his face, them left the warmth of their bed and headed to the bathroom.

Sam flipped on the light, turned on the sink and splashed water on his face. He lifted his head and peered into the mirror.

"DEAN!!" he screamed. Sam heard a loud thud hit the floor.

Sam bolted out of the bathroom to see a form struggling on the floor, under a pile of blankets.

When Dean finally broke through the tangled mess, he looked up at the body standing in front of him.

He lunged backwards, his back slamming into the side of the bed.

"Sam, what the fuck is going on, that's me!" he said pointing up at Sam.

"Yeah," Sam said. "And that's me!"

Dean stood up, looking down at the body he was now inhabiting. "Sammy, what's going on?"

"I don't know, I was like this when I woke up. I don't know how we switched."

"Well, we're figuring this the fuck out and switching back."

"Act like being inside my body is disgusting Dean."

"Sammy, there's only one way I want to be inside your body, and this ain't it."

Dean walked over to the mirror, looked in and saw Sam's reflection staring back at him.

"We need some help!"

"Yeah, how about I call Missouri?"

"Can't," Dean answered. "She's on vacation."

"I'm sure she won't mind if we came out to see her. This is an emergency, Dean."

"Ok, smartass, figure a way to get us on Carnival Cruise Lines, and we'll ask her for help."

"She's on a cruise?" Sam asked, almost a whine.

Dean nodded, "Won't be back till the 29th."

"Fuck Dean, who are we gonna get to help?"

"Bobby?" Dean shrugged.

Sam nodded, "Let's hit the road."

Half an hour later, Dean slid into the Impala and smacked his head on the side of the car getting in.

"God damn it Sam, why do you have to be so fucking tall?"

Sam laughed, getting in the passenger side shutting the door.

Soon, the city of Mobile, Alabama was disappearing in the review mirror and they were on their way to see Bobby, hoping he'd have some idea how to help them.