AN: so this is a progressive story. Probably gonna be a few chapters so just bear with me! Me and my muse and bff the-green-stag wrote this together and we hope you guys like it! First chapter is pretty vanilla in comparison to the others. Chapter updates are based on reviews and how quickly I edit! If you like the story please let us know! If we know people want to read it we will update sooner! Not really any kinks in this chapter but there will be lotttts in probably the next two. This is more to get the story going! Love you guys! please review and let us know what you think!

xoxo

Brandy


*flashback*

Madison: You get a few scotches in him and he starts hitting on anyone in a five mile radius. You know the type?

Sam: (glances at Dean) Yeah, I do. (Dean glares)

After a particularly emotional case, Sam and Dean decided to take a few days off from 'work'. Sam spent his days sitting in the motel room on his computer, or outside taking a walk for some fresh air. Dean celebrated in the only way he knew how, at the bar.

Somewhere after midnight, right after Sam had gotten out of the shower and ready for bed, Dean stumbled in. Drunk off his ass.

"SAMMY!" He bellowed with a half empty bottle of Jack clutched in his right hand.

"Dean!" Sam scolded, "It's after midnight! People are trying to sleep!"

Dean slammed the door behind him and leaned against it, giggling.

"But Sammmmy" he whined loudly, "I missed you!"

Sam shook his head at his overly drunk brother and chuckled, "Come on dude, let's get you in bed"

"You read my mind Sammy"

Sam raised a confused eyebrow at Dean, chalking his weird behavior up to drunkenness. He walked over to his older brother, in only a towel, and held out his hand for him to take, "Come on, I'll help you to the bed."

"….Damn Sammy"

Sam gave Dean a quizzical look before remembering he was still mostly naked and blushed in embarrassment. "Oh yeah, s-sorry. You literally came in just as I was getting out of the shower."

Dean's eyes felt like they were burning holes in Sam's skin.

"Um, let me just grab some pants" he stammered, growing uncomfortable.

Before Sam could get very far Dean grabbed his forearm hard, halting him from moving any further.

"D-Dean? What's wrong?"

Sam was yanked from his spot until he was flush against his older brothers body, a strong hand on his back keeping him still. Dean's tongue traced around the shell of Sam's ear before whispering hotly,

"Nothing's wrong Sammy boy, everything is perfect"

Dean dropped the bottle on the floor, freeing his hands for Sam's skin. He had barely traced down Sam's chest before the object of his affection held his wrists tightly.

"Dean," Sam growled, obviously not in a playing mood, "What are you doing?"

Dean smirked, too drunk to realize why Sammy was being so hesitant.

"Just- appreciating all the hard work you put into this baby,"

He managed to pull one of his hands free. He resumed his tracing of Sam's still damp skin, dragging his nails from Sam's nipples to his belly button.

Sam shook his head, trying to clear it. He needed to put a stop to this. Now.

"Dean, stop. You're drunk ok? For god's sake you're hitting on me! Have you forgotten I'm a guy and your brother?!"

Dean's beaming smile never faltered. "Forgotten? No Sammy, I haven't forgotten. More like, stopped caring."

Dean's fingers slipped underneath the towel, helping it off his younger brothers hips. He traced the prominent V of Sam's pelvis, leading right down to his clean shaven cock. He was able to trace all the way down to Sam's full, heavy looking, sack before Sam's voice broke his haze.

"D-Dean?"

"Yes baby?" Dean replied, raising his head up to meet sparkling blue eyes.

Sam's heart rate skyrocketed, his cock was hardening and he was quickly becoming dizzy with arousal. Terrified he'd fall he latched onto Dean hand, realizing what he was about to do.

"Dean- Dean we can't. We're blood." He stammered, backing up until the back of his knees hit the bed. When he saw his brother follow him, predatory gaze in his eyes, Sam shuffled away and tried to recover his horrendous blush.

"I-I'll go sleep in the impala, if you want some private time. I'll set up a porno for you ok?" He said, yanking his towel off the floor and securing it back on his hips. Before Sam could even move an inch he was being pushed back down and straddled by his big brother.

"I don't want a porno Sam, and I definitely don't want you to sleep in the impala."

Dean bit down on Sam's earlobe, sucking and pulling it between his teeth, "I want you here, with me."

Sam felt blood flow to his traitorous dick. I mean, anyone crawling all over him and caressing is body would cause a "man reaction" but this was Dean! His brother, and he was drunk out of his fucking mind.

Sam groaned, trying to push Dean off but his intoxicated brother just rolled onto him and giggled. The older Winchester began pulling at Sam's shirt, lifting it up so he could see the thin trail of hair that lead to the inside of his jeans. Sam tried, so hard to tell Dean off, to push him away, but the second those lips started moving down Sam's abdomen he groaned " please" in the most whoreish voice he had ever uttered.

Dean pulled up and cracked a smile, "There we go baby, that wasn't so hard now was it?"

Sam swallowed hard as his brother sat on his lap, pulling his little brother tight against his chest.

Long fingers began to run through the dark brown hair and Sam leaned into the soothing touch.

"Have I told you how much I love your hair Sammy? Please don't ever cut it."

The grip tightened and Dean pulled their faces together so they were only a breath apart.

"Can I kiss you Sammy? Please? I've wanted to for so long."

Sam's breath caught in his throat. He knew it was wrong, but the desperation in his brothers eyes mixed with his painful arousal made it difficult to say no.

Dean took Sam's hesitation as a confirmation and leaned in, his eyes slipping closed.

"Dean, wait. We shouldn't- you're drunk and one of us could get hurt-"

"You're hurting me now Sammy," Dean whimpered, a big pout of his lips "Please? Come on baby boy. Let your big brother take care of you."

"Dean NO!" Sam screamed, shoving Dean off him and grabbing his towel of the floor, tying it around his hips. "You stop this right now Dean, or I swear-I will make you regret it. You're fucking wasted Dean! You come home like this and start-"

Sam blushed hard, partly of anger but mostly of his own arousal.

"start coming on to me! I'm your brother Dean! It's not supposed to be like this!"

Dean glared up from the floor. Face hot from embarrassment and anger

"You know what? Fine! Fuck you Sam! Find your own way back to Kansas. I'm done."

Dean grabbed his suitcase and jacket and stormed out the door, making sure to have it slam behind him. He fumbled with his pocket until he felt the cool metal of the keys on his fingers. He knew he shouldn't drive. He really really shouldn't drive but he needed to get away from Sam. Pronto. Away from the feelings of complete and utter betrayal of the one person he still trusted. Dean tossed his bag in the back seat and turned the engine over. At 3 am, not many people were on the road. He saw maybe one blurry set of headlights throughout the entire drive. About 3 miles down the road he found another motel with a 'vacancy' sign. Dean pulled up into the parking lot, grabbed his booze and bag and walked into the lobby, checking out a single room for the night. The instant he walked through the door, Dean crashed on the bed, too hurt and pissed off to do anything but drink till he passed out.


Sorry its short! editing chapter 2 as we speak! please let us know if you like it!