Growing up with only two other people as a guy, can be come very akward. Especially if you learn you are gay, and you really just want to live a normal life. The only thing that can make it any worst is learning you have a crush on your older brother, four years older even. And to top it all off said brother has pretty much raised you in your dad's place. Welcome to my life.

We are a family of hunters that hunt down the supernatural like ghosts and vampires, kill them, and move onto the next hunt. I have never lived in the same place for more than two weeks, roughly. My father drops Dean, older brother, and I off at some motel a couple towns away from where his job is. I, use to be we, then enroll into the local highschool, stay for sometime before taking off to the next town.

I have only made a few friends ever, obviously I only have them for a couple of weeks. I haven't a had girlfriend nor a boyfriend, because of moving around too much. This lifestyle has made me appreciate simpler things in life, like houses, families, and school.

Now I am a sixteen year old male, going through the typical hormonal changes. This is fun to deal with when I am constantly around the guy I have the biggest crush on. Which leads to the problem of covering it up and not allowing him to find out. I am already freaky enough without the incest problem. I have two more years before I can go to college and hopefully live a norma life.

Dean and I have never spent much time apart, he is my caretaker and protector. Which he takes very seriously, a bit too seriously to me. I get in a tiny fight, he wants to kill whoever hurt me. A tad bit too much for me, but I let him do whatever because he doesn't listen to reason when mad. I do find a bit charming that he is protective of me.

But charming doesn't help me get over the crush on him. Which is becoming worst since Dean now has the impala, this has lead to more time alone with Dean. Typically we met Dad in the next town over, and head to the next destination, spend a day with Dad before he takes off again.

Now to my current problem, Dean and I are sitting in the impala, heading to the next town. Another four hours in the car, another four hours hiding my hard on. I was day dreaming about Dean and I, and now I am currently trying to will my erection away before Dean sees it. I can only hope in my wildest dreams that he would be ok with this and return my feelings.

I notice Dean pull out his phone and texts someone, before he is pulling over onto the side of the road, in the middle of nowhere. His phone goes off before Dean smiles and shuts off the car.

"We need to talk Sammy." is all he says before he leans over and kisses me.