by Crotch-Mechanic 05/30/18
Revised 07/12/2018
Sam was severely disturbed by the news report playing across the motels old box television.
While Dean was shocked by the current events being described, he was more shocked by his brother's reaction as Sam seemed to be suffering a panic attack. Dean turned to Ruby and said, "Get out!"
"Dean I think you guys might need my help now that Lilith has shown up." she replied.
Furious, Dean said, "When we want your help we'll ask for it. Now I said get out!"
Ruby stood her ground defiantly, so Dean began to recite the exorcism ritual causing her to flee, but not before giving him a look of abject hatred which he returned in kind.
Dean moved across their shabby motel room and turned off the television.
He moved to his brother's side and laid his hand upon his shoulder and said in his most soothing, authoritative tone, "Sammy calm down." It was more a command than a request.
Sam, running a hand through his hair while breathing rapidly said, "It's all our fault. They died because of us Dean!"
Dean could feel Sam trembling and see that he was sweating but he didn't really know how to respond. Everything Sam was saying was true. Lilith had killed the survivors at the sheriff's office in retaliation for helping the brothers escape. Dean knew it was the death of one survivor in particular that was most likely the cause of Sam's breakdown. The sheriffs' secretary Nancy. A young, devote girl who in the face of demonic terror had been so brave.
Dean wanting to ease his brother's distress thought for a second then said, "How bout a drink?"
Without waiting for a reply, he left his brother's side, crossed the room to the nightside table of his twin bed and poured out a shot of whiskey.
"This will help settle your nerves," he said as he returned to Sam and offered him the shot.
Sam took the shot more to please his brother then anything else but when he brought it up to his mouth and got a whiff of the strong scent of alcohol it made his stomach turn over. He quickly handed the shot back to Dean and ran for the bathroom where he positioned himself over the toilet and began to dry-heave.
"Okay," said Dean quietly, "no shot for you." He drank the shot himself, dumped the shot glass on the television and followed Sam into the bathroom.
Sam straightened up, turned to his brother and with a pained look said, "It's ok. I'm alright."
"The hell you are," replied Dean quietly.
Dean noticed the tub and said brightly, "How bout a bath?" That might help calm you down."
Sam just shrugged while blinking tears from his eyes.
Dean, talking more to himself, said, "Yeah, a nice warm bath. That will help soothe your nerves." He leaned down and turned the water to hot and flipped the tub's stopper.
He got another idea and said, "Stay right here; I'll be right back."
He dashed out of the motel to his car and began rifling thru the trunk. He came back with an assortment of candles and placed them around the bathroom and at both ends of the filing tub.
Once he finished with that he turned to his brother and said, "Ok, well, get undressed."
Sam make a weak protest that he didn't need a bath, but Dean was determined now and said, "It couldn't hurt, and you need a bath. You're filthy."
He stepped toward Sam, reached out and took hold of Sam's open shirt and striped it off his shoulders and down his arms. He cast it out the bathroom door. He then grabbed the bottom of Sam's t-shirt and started pulling it up. Sam obliged him by leaning forward and putting his arms out straight, so Dean could pull the t-shirt away and cast it in the same direction as the shirt.
The small bathroom began to fill with steam. Dean noticed and put his hand in the bath water and drew it back quickly, "Wow! That water is hot" he semi-shouted while shaking his hand dry. He turned the single faucet and adjusted the water to a more temperate flow.
Sam stood shirtless before his brother. He had wrapped his arms across his chest as he felt chilled.
Dean jokingly rubbed his hands together and said, "Let's get those pants off!"
Sam didn't respond as tears continued to stream down his face.
Dean augmented his tone accordingly and said softly, "Just have a seat Sammy," and reached behind Sam and put the toilet seat and the toilet cover down.
Sam sat, and Dean knelt before him and took off his brother's boots and socks, after which, he straightened up and gestured awkwardly to Sam saying only, "pants".
Sam sighed and then reluctantly stood and undid his belt and began unbuttoning his button-fly jeans.
Dean took this opportunity to light the all the candles about the room and douse the bathroom's harsh florescent lights. He smiled to himself satisfied that the candles were a good idea as the room now had a more somber, calming feel.
When Dean turned back, Sam was naked. It made him very uncomfortable to see Sam's lanky, muscular, frame naked.
Although Dean would never admit this in anything but a chiding way, he felt superior to his younger brother. He was the older brother, care-taker, mentor and while Sam could absolutely hold his own in a fight, and had on many occasions including tonight against a hoard of demons, Dean still thought of himself as the tougher of the two. He was sure he could kick his little brother's ass. He was also sure he was emotionally more resilient than Sam as this little breakdown was clearly demonstrating.
But standing now before his naked brother, Dean had to concede he was bested by his Sammy in several ways. First was Sam's height as it irked Dean to no end that the had to look up to meet his "little" brother's eye. Sam stood at least three inches taller than Dean.
Then there was much more uncomfortable reality that Sam was not only bigger than Dean in height.
Dean would not allow himself to dwell on the matter beyond a fleeting thought, but it was an undeniable fact, Sam's penis was longer and thicker than his.
No matter what had passed between them through the years upon years of the many intimacies they had shared, this matter was never broached, not even in jest.
Dean's masculine ego was uncomfortable with anything beyond strict gender norms, and Sam, he was smart enough to leave well enough alone. Sam knew he was bigger, and he knew Dean knew and that was enough for him.
The tub now filled Dean shut the water off. He reached out and guided his brother to the tub saying gently , "Come on Sammy."
Dean offered Sam his hand to steady him as he stepped into the bath and lowered himself into the warm water.
It was almost comical how little of Sam's 6'4" frame was immersed in water. He leaned forward and hugged his knees as there was too little water to warm his core, and he still felt chilled.
Dean had thought once Sam was in the tub he would retreat from the bathroom and pour himself another shot of whiskey but now, seeing how pitiful his brother looked, he could not. Instead he said, "Just try to relax Sam."
"I'm cold," Sam responded.
Dean sighed heavily while he reached above the sink to the towel rack and pulled out a wash cloth. He then knelt beside the tub, soaked the wash cloth in the warm water and used it to bring up lots of water which he let cascade over his brother's body in the hope it would warm him. He found a travel size bottle of liquid soap and loaded the wash cloth with some and continued to rinse his brother.
When Sam was fully soaked and soapy, Dean began to wash him in earnest as Sam was covered in dust, ash, sweat and even a bit of blood.
"Take it easy," said Sam.
Dean realized he was washing his brother like he was a car.
"Sorry," Dean said quietly as he adjusted his touch and gently passed the wash cloth over his brother's body starting at his shoulders then moving down and washing his entire back.
Sam sniffled occasionally but Dean noticed he had stopped crying and seemed to be calming down. Sam scooped up hands full of water and rinsed his face of tears.
Dean continued methodically bathing his brother. He washed Sam's neck, front and back. He passed the wash cloth over Sam's chest making sure to wash under each arm. He reached down and quickly swept the cloth across Sam's tight abs being careful not to go to low all the while looking up at the ceiling.
Dean then put one hand on the middle of his brother's back just at the base of his neck and using the wash cloth as a buffer in his other hand, he pushed on Sam's chest. Sam responded by laying back so Dean could lower him into the tub.
With Sam's upper body now immersed in the shallow tub, Dean turned and moved down to the other end and began to wash Sam's feet. Again, working methodically, he washed Sam's feet including the souls and between each toe before moving up and washing each ankle.
As Dean worked up Sam's long legs, he had to turn to face his brother and when he did his gaze was drawn to Sam's penis which fully erect and poking up through the surface of the soapy water.
Shocked, Dean gasped and his gaze snapped up to meet his brother's.
Sam stared unflinchingly straight into his brother's eyes. While never breaking eye contact with him, Sam gripped the side of the tub and pulled himself up. He reached out, pulled the wash cloth from his brother's hand and let it fall into the tub. While continuing to hold Dean's gaze, Sam reached out and found Dean's open hand and filled it with some of the liquid soap from the bottle he found sitting on the edge of the tub.
He pulled Dean's hand forward and directed it.
Dean did not resist. He blanched and drew a sharp breath when he felt Sam's hard penis in his hand. He was now the one suffering a panic attack as his heart was beating mightily in his chest.
Sam gripped Dean's hand and moved it rhythmically up and down the shaft of his eight-inch penis while occasionally pulling it up and over the top of his penis's large, mushroom-like head in circular motions.
Sam was extremely horny, and the fact that he was using his brother's hand to masturbate was such a turn-on, it was only a few minutes before the whispered, "I'm going to cum."
Dean replied by saying his brother's name in a kind of a confused, croak "Sammy?"
Sam came. He tensed and said in a long, drawn out, deep, huff, "yeah" while large, spurts of bright, white cum spasmed into the soapy water. He gripped Dean's hand tightly around his penis until his orgasm subsided.
Dean was entranced by the sight of his brother having an orgasm.
Now that he had finished, Sam lowered Dean's hand into the water and washed it clean.
Dean followed his brother's gaze and watched as Sam cleaned his hand and when Dean looked back up, Sam again meet his gaze and looking straight into his eyes, simply said, "towel".
Dean shook his hand of excess water and stood up beside the tub as Sam began to rinse the soap from his body. Dean, in a bit of a stupor as his mind was having trouble processing what had just happened, stood beside the tub immobile.
"Dean, a towel," Sam said a little louder and more forcibly.
This spurred Dean into action. He took a towel from the rack as Sam stood up in the tub. After wiping his own hand dry, he handed it to Sam.
Sam took the towel from him and began to dry himself as Dean bolted from the room.
Dean found the shot glass he discarded earlier on top of the television. He quickly made for his bed and night side table on which sat his bottle of whisky from which he quickly poured out a shot.
He sat down on his bed with his back to the bathroom and downed the shot in one quick gulp.
While Dean was pouring his next shot, Sam, having extinguished all the candles, emerged from the bathroom with the towel wrapped around his waist carrying his pants, underwear, boots and socks. He placed his boots at the foot of his bed, stripped his belt from his pants and laid it in gentle folds over his boots as he did every night.
He gathered his discarded shirt and t-shirt from the floor and added all his day's clothing to the laundry bag set by the front door. He returned to his bed and drew a fresh t-shirt, a pair of underwear and a pair of lounge pants from his duffle bag beside his bed and now dressed for bed, he got into it.
With his back to Dean, he said over his shoulder, "I feel better now, thanks Dean."
There was a long, long silence until it was finally broken by Dean.
He simply said, "Good night Sammy."