Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or the characters thereof.

Warning: Unrelated Sam/Dean. Some language, graphic imagery. Sexual Content. Schmoop. Happy ending follows!

Plot: Sam and Dean are having a night out, Dean with his bimbo and Sam to his own thing, a strip club. A male strip club. This brings up feelings Dean has been ignoring for quite a while. Dean's always saying Sam needs laid but now that he might be, Dean is feeling jealous.

Will Dean act on his feelings or will Sam actually get laid like he plans to?

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"I can get my own dates." Sam quipped, seeing the blonde eying him beside the brunette that Dean had picked up.

"You can but you don't." Dean said and they talked a bit more before Sam left to go to their room and Dean went to debauch himself with his bimbo.

Sam sighed and walked down the street toward the motel and saw the sign, 'Singing Flamingo Lounge. Live Male dancers! Exotic Dancing at its finest!' Sam read the sign and smiled, why not indulge? He'd found the case, done the research, and they couldn't do anymore now, not until tomorrow. His body got interested immediately.

So he called Dean.

"Yeah, you got the room. I got other plans, found a place to go for a bit. Might get my own room if I have to." Sam said thinking that if this panned out, he would need that room.

"Nah, going back to her place. You got the room." Dean said and felt a stab of jealousy, but ignored it. They didn't feel those things for each other, they didn't! He had almost talked himself into it…until he heard Sam's destination. "Where you going to be, Sammy? Just in case."

"Singing Flamingo Lounge, Male strip club. Might be a while." Sam said cheering up already.

"Don't stay out all night; we got an early morning at that auction house." Dean reminded him, picturing Sam leering at the strippers, eying their dicks and asses, getting hard for them. Touching them as he slipped money into their…no fucking way, no way! Dean seethed now, jealousy definitely showing its ugly head again.

They hung up now. Sam entered the lounge.

Dean promptly left his date staring at him in disbelief and sped out of the parking lot. And toward the strip club. Not feeling those feelings they most definitely didn't feel, didn't want to drag Sam from the club and give him his own strip show if he really wanted one that badly! Dean may not admit these things, but he damn well was acting on them right now! He slipped in the back and smiled at the wrangler. "Sorry I was late. Had a fight with my landlord."

The man looked at him in confusion and saw he was gorgeous, probably a new guy. "Don't do it again. Boss doesn't like it when you guys run late."

"Won't happen again." Dean said apologetically. Inside his mind, he wanted to get out there and drag Sam with him and give him what he wanted. Dean knew Sam was bi, knew what he wanted when he had come in here. Dean wanted to be the one to give it to him. Not some stripper or guy he picked up there. Which seeing how gorgeous Sam was, most definitely was going to happen!

So Dean picked an outfit and dressed, getting ready for the show. And resolved to bring Sammy back home with him!

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Sam watched as they rolled and rode the poles and air, getting hard. He slipped the money in their g-strings and a few pressed his hand to their dicks, giving him interested looks. Several customers had even slipped him their numbers and bought him drinks. Sam sat deciding on whom to choose for this night's activities, which were going to be very rigorous activities if he had his way. Then he saw the masked man. The man's muscular body moved in sync to 'Pony' and moved so seductively Sam nearly came in his pants at the sight of him. It had the same effect on the others so Sam waited his turn. The hair was familiar though, and that walk, too. The leather vest showed a hint of a tattoo there on the man's chest but lots of people had them, so Sam let that go. The guys finally reached him and rode the air in front of him, grinding into Sam's hand with the largest dick he had ever felt or seen. Sam's eyes moved up that rolling body, those muscles moving and brushing together now.

They met lust blown green eyes, familiar green eyes. Petal like lips he hadn't looked closely at before. Then he pulled the vest to the side a little, and saw it. Dean's tattoo. His fingers brushed it and caressed that torso now, a new desire burning inside him. Dean stood now and gave a signal to meet him out back, then danced back off the stage, eventually in nothing but his G-string. Several twenties and fifties joined the ones now; some numbers were inserted as well.

He then dressed and took the back door out to the Impala now to where a very horny and confused Sam sat watching him from the passenger seat, desire clearly written on his face, as well as, confusion. Sam wanted him but had no idea how to deal with that feeling. Dean now admitted his own feelings. Love mixed in with the desire now, possessiveness and jealousy of others having touched that perfect body, of kissing him. Of being inside him, fucking him! Dean growled hotly and swore to change that immediately!

Starting with pounding into Sam's taut ass and claiming him until Sam knew who he really belonged to. Never wanting another when Dean got done, only him. Fuck this!

Dean got in and sat there in silence. Sam looked even more confused now. Dean drove with one hand while undoing Sam's pants with the other, freeing his huge dick and stroking it, softly then harder. Sam moaned as he felt lust and desire fill him at that touch, that hand! Dean's hand working him so well and cumming with a lift of the hips and Dean's name on his lips, nearly screaming it.

Dean moaned as Sam's hand undid his pants now, stroking him inside them. Fuck that felt amazing! Dean thought. Sam's hand worked him expertly and he swore to make sure Sam didn't get any more experience from anyone but him from now on. He was going to own this man! Own that hot ass and that sexy body he had been ignoring for over a year now! No more of that. He knew what he wanted now, might always have wanted. Sammy, just Sammy!

Sam's head went to his lap and Dean pulled by some trees, just in time to feel Sam take him into his mouth and let that tongue and those lips work him. Dean felt his orgasm coming and knew this wouldn't last very long, not with the intensity of feeling and sensations Sam was causing in him right now. He came crying out and Sam's head bobbed as he sucked every drop. "Fuck, Sammy, Wanna fuck you, baby!" Dean said, pulling him in for a kiss and loving the taste of himself in the man's mouth now. As if it claimed him or something. Made him his! Dean's taste in that sexy mouth, making him his already.

"Room, bed." Sam said kissing up his neck, knowing this had been brewing for them for years, both men secretly wanting it but not letting themselves feel it. Neither able to understand why. "Need you inside me now!" Damn did he ever! Dean had felt so huge and hard at the club. Had felt so good in his mouth. He knew it would stretch him so much, fill him so full, and fuck him so well! "So big, Dean. Bet you stretch me so good, fill me full of you. Make me feel so good and tight, makes me want to cum for you…"

Dean moaned and growled, parking quickly and locking her up then grabbing Sam tight against him to kiss him passionately, desire winning. Need overcoming gentleness now. Only knowing one thing. He needed to be inside Sam right now, fucking him, filling him now! They kissed roughly into the wall, and Dean unlocked the door without a glance at it, Sam was biting and kissing his neck as Dean's dick rubbed into Sam's, the friction so much they were moaning loudly and not caring who heard it.

They moved into the room without stopping this, rubbing harder, bodies already prepped by their lust and desire already. They stopped kissing long enough to undress and Sam fell to the bed, Dean against him, his dick rubbing into Sam's. "Fuck me! Please!" Sam begged. Dean almost came just from those words. Those words on those lips, that body so ready for him to fuck it. Dean kissed up his thigh and sucked him now. Working his mouth around it, then sucking it hard and deep, sucking his balls as well. Sam came deep into his throat while Dean worked him open as he came, then removing the fingers, he thrust in at mid-orgasm, going slow to get Sam used to him then moving faster when Sam was ready.

"Fuck me! So good…so full of you…dick is so huge!...Wow…never felt so good before!" Sam said in surprise and pleasure. He had never been so filled and stretched, never felt so much pleasure and love fill him. It was always just sex and he had fucked them! Never letting them fuck him or suck him. Always only wanting the others beneath him, never taking him! They weren't the One, the one he wanted. He'd felt like he was waiting for something, or someone for that part. Never knowing who until now. Dean. He'd been waiting for Dean! "Never done this before…waited for so long…never knew for who…always had them not them me…waited for someone…youDean…waited for you!…Never knew it!...waited to be yours!"

"Mine, all mine! Never been with a man….but felt for you…ignored it…damn you feel so good and tight around me!...Never felt pleasure like this before…only with you…was waiting for you, too!...I want to be yoursfuck me, too, Sammy!" Dean moaned and slid out. Sam moved over and Dean lay beneath him now, lifting his hips and Sam used spit and lubed up both of them with it. Dean was so hard and ready to cum that he squeezed and stroked him until the man came hard, using the cum that came out to lube them up further and then working into him now, going slow.

Dean felt it hurt, then burn, then Sam hit that spot inside him. Knowing Sam was good at pleasing men this way made it better for him now, too. No jealousy came from the thought of them with him this way, nothing but the knowledge that Sam was his now and the others didn't matter anymore. That and how good and amazing this felt as pleasure filled him now and his body rolled again, riding not air but Sam's dick pumping faster into him now. Sam stroked him in time with every thrust and Dean fairly screamed, "Faster…not slow…deeper….faster…more….fuck me!...Feels so good!...stretched and full of you, Sammy!...fuck me harder and faster, please!"

Sam lost it at those words, taking him deeper and harder, riding his ass faster, and stroking him hard and fast, too. "Mine!...cumming…gonna fill that ass…own you…own it!...Fuck I love you!...Dean!...DeanDeanDeanDeanDean…Mine!...DEAN!" Sam came with a shout, Dean came with him again. This time every thrust they made only made them fuck again and cum some more until they lay on the bed, gasping for breath and completely claimed, sated beyond all belief now.

They fell into kissing each other again, and soon their desires flared. They made love now, going slow and tender, then letting it get faster later. Their cries and shouts echoed off the walls and they arched with their heads back, eyes rolling back in their heads now. Bodies rolling and writhing against each other and cumming again. Sucking each other with soft moans, drinking each other and then getting them hard, so they could fuck again.

They lost sense of time now, only needing this with each other now. Only craving the other's touch so much they had to keep fucking now. Hours later, they slept and cuddled, bodies tight against each other. Their arms holding each other close, and faces in the others neck, breathing in the scent that was their own and the love they had just made. Sweat and cum coated them but neither cared. They were spent and happy, right where they wanted to be…finally.

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Sam woke up to empty arms and sat up, to see Dean holding some papers, looking at them thoughtfully now. Sam crept to him and wrapped long legs around his waist, kissing his neck. "Good morning, lover."

"Morning, baby." Dean said, leaning back and they kissed softly. "I love you, Sammy, with all my heart now."

"Love you, too, Dean." Sam said resting his chin on Dean's shoulder now. "Why are you looking at our birth certificates and adoption papers?" He hadn't been aware Dean knew he carried these for them. Dad had saved them from the fire by keeping them in safety deposit box in town. Sam had just went and got them out last year.

"I was considering…" Dean began softly, thinking. "Could we marry?" Sam looked surprised at this.

"Don't see why not. Just need to find a state where its legal." Sam said smiling, "Not related and adopted doesn't count. We had different parents anyway. Dad said so."

"Would you consider marrying me…if I asked?" Dean turned to look at Sam a little now, craning his neck to see how Sam reacted to this. Was it too soon? He wanted this so badly but was Sam ready? Did he need more time? "I know this is sudden and we just began our relationship. We could date I suppose if you weren't ready to marry me yet. It could wait." He sighed and sat the papers aside. "I want you with me forever, Sammy. Not a fleeting thing we have here. Don't you feel that?"

"Yeah, I do." Sam admitted, not a passing fancy, but a forever kind of thing, like he had with Jess but this felt stronger, like it had existed long before he ever met Jess, before he went to college even. He remembered seeing Dean come out of the shower when they were 16 and getting hard, cumming to the images of it later, when Dean went to a bar. Then ignoring it later, not worth discussing. Wasn't wrong but he just thought that maybe it would mess up their relationship. So he had repressed those feelings. He had watched Dean have sex with dozens of women, and came when he did, that godlike body thrusting into them, liking that thought. Helping Dean when he was hurt, patching him up. Worrying when he was on hunts and hurting with him when he got his heart broke when he dared to care about a girl and they had to leave…again.

So happy to see him return, a warm feeling filling him every time. He hadn't known what it was, hadn't gave it any thought on purpose. Now he knew what it was. Love. It had been Love.

"You want to marry me?" Sam said surprised but not unhappy with the thought.

"You're all I want, Sammy. Before there were others and there was still you, too. I just didn't know it at the time but now that I think about it, there was always you then, too. They were temporary. You…weren't." Dean shrugged and smiled. "I just love and need you now. In a forever kind of way."

"I'd like that." Sam said smiling softly, "So…are you going to ask me?"

Dean moved Sam's legs and then took his silver ring off, going to one knee now. Sam watched as he took Sam's hand and held up the ring. "Samuel Winchester. Will you marry me?"

"Yes." Sam said and smiled at Dean as he slipped the ring onto his finger, kissing it. Then moving up to his neck and lips, kissing him and pushing him beneath him again. Dean lifted his hips and thrust in. Sam arched and moaned in pleasure again. Soon they were going together, bodies joining in happiness now, as this was the real engagement bond, not the ring. "I love you, Dean!" Sam moaned. "Husband."

"I love you, too, Sammy…love making love to you…never get enough of you now…need you…love you…All I want…you…just you…Husband…Sammy…so close…you close, baby?" Dean asked, damn he was so close now, Sam so tight that he moaned. He could see never leaving his body now, fucking him forever now. Kissing him forever. Loving him until the day he died. "Sammy…!"

"Cum with me…cumming now!...you feel so good inside me…husband…Dean!" Sam came now and fucked back faster and deeper. Dean fucked back just as hard and deep, impaling him one last time then cumming inside him again…loving this man so much it filled his entire being now.

"My Sammy." Dean sighed happily, pulling Sam into his arms to cuddle for a bit.

"My Dean." Sam said smiling, laying his head on his chest, fingers playing with Dean's chest and abs now.

"Could we invite Dad and Bobby to it? Our wedding?" Sam asked. Dad could give him away. "I would like to have Dad give me away." He sighed. "I want a real wedding, Dean. Not a Vegas quickie."

"With flowers, tuxes, reception. That kind of thing?" Dean said softly, knowing Sam deserved this. He was worth it. "I'll do it. We'd just have to wait. Save up our money to pay for it. Might take a while, can you wait to have the wedding?" A year of constant pool hustling and credit card scams should do it. Give Sam a good sized wedding, with family and friends this time.

He bet Sam would look so handsome in his tux, maybe a top hat, a white one?

"I can wait for the wedding. As long as I have you." Sam agreed and smiled. "I can help hustle the money for us." For their wedding he'd hustle cards and pool. Dean could, too.

"Well, we could plan it together while we wait, make a list. Whatever you want, Sammy, we'll make it happen." Dean promised kissing Sam happily, pulling him closer. Sam was doing something with his leather bracelet so Dean let him go for now. Sam reached up and tied it onto Dean's wrist, making sure the knots were tight.

"You gave me your ring, I give you my bracelet." Sam said, "Not an engagement ring or a diamond I know, but we're not the diamond types, are we?" They were Hunters and liked to keep it simple, always had.

"Do you want a diamond, Sammy? I'll get you one." Dean asked and knew he would if Sam wanted one.

"No, I like this ring better. It suits us better. I got my diamond already." Sam said softly, touching Dean's face and kissing him again. "I got you, you're my diamond." Dean was just as precious and more priceless than any diamond ever could be. Dean was enough of a diamond for him.

"Aw, Sammy. You're my diamond, too. Along with every gem that had ever existed. More valuable than any of them." Dean said and sighed, "Can live without ever having one of them. Could never live without you, Sammy, never without you."

"I'm hungry." Sam teased, and smiled, "Can I go gay you up at the diner? Show off my new fiancée?"

"Mmmm, I like that plan." Dean said and found he meant it. So proud he could spit of his new fiancée, too.

Sam got up now and tugged Dean with him. "Let's shower first. You got me all dirty last night." He leered at his lover now.

"Yeah, I did. Not the only one either." Dean said leering as well, getting hard already at the thought of Sam dripping wet and warm beneath his hands. "Can we fool around, too? You inspire me; walking, talking, fucking irresistible walking porn is what you are, Sammy!"

"So are you." Sam said and smiled. "Of course we'll fool around, never had shower sex before."

"Never? With all the…others? Not once?" Dean asked in disbelief. He'd had shower sex, so why not Sam?

"They were just for sex. I used them and they left. I showered after they left." Sam admitted. He liked to shower alone. It was a peeve of his. Except with Dean now, he suddenly had an urge to include Dean in his showers as often as possible now. He bet Dean looked great dripping wet and skin shiny from the water running down it. Sam got hard at that thought, too.

Once the shower was running, they got in and, in between the kisses, the washing of each other, and making love to each other with their bodies and sucking each other until they cried out their pleasure again, and 'I love you!' along with their names, pouring from their lips as they came now, they felt their love fill their hearts ever fuller now.

Then they dried off and dressed. Both smiling and very pleased with themselves.

"Nympho." Dean teased, as he locked the door and Sam pinched his ass hard.

"Nympho." Sam as Dean ran a finger along Sam's dick making it twitch so invitingly. Sam just gave him a look, glad he couldn't get hard again yet. Otherwise that would have done it.

"Mmmm." Dean said, and smirked smugly. Holding Sam's hand as they headed to the diner nearby. Not bothering to drive. Besides the sun lit up Sam's hair and face so beautifully now, creating light and shadows along the planes of his cheekbones and neck. Highlighting him like a spotlight. Such a beautiful man! And all his.

They took their seats beside each other and sat close together with their hands clasped on the table. They smiled at the waitress and took the menus. She smiled back and gave them time to look. At the waitress stand, the other waitress whispered, "Damn, such a waste of good-looking men. They gay?"

"Yeah, but still, we can look." Their waitress said and they laughed, speculating if they were male models or movie stars of some sort as they waited. Then went to take their orders.

Between kisses and cuddling, and eating, they had thoroughly gayed up each other now. And not once considered it a bad thing. In fact, as they headed to their motel, Dean kissed Sam deep and hard and said, "I love you."

"Love you, too." Sam said breathlessly and they headed into their room…which opened with a turn of the knob. Pulling their guns they headed in and stood there in happy surprise.

Dad. Dad was sitting at the table using the laptop.

They ran and hugged him hard, so glad he was okay. "Love you, missed you. So worried about you. Been searching for you for a while now." They both said at different intervals.

"Yeah, me, too. Sorry about that. Fucking demon is a slippery thing, keeps getting away." John as smiled then noticed something was different about them. Sam was wearing Dean's ring. Dean was wearing Sam's protection bracelet. Did he dare hope? "Got something to tell me, boys?"

John was hoping it was true.

"We're getting married. Someday. We're going to save up the money for a real wedding. Sammy wants one." Dean said and smiled, taking Sam's hand. Both of them smiled.

"I was hoping you would." John said jumping up and hugging them both tightly. "Knew you were falling in love but were in denial. Then with Jess, I thought it was over. I just wanted you to be happy, both of you. So when is the date?"

"In a year. We haven't got a definite date yet but it will take a year or close to it to raise the money for it." Dean said, sitting with Sam on the bed now.

"I could help, chip in. I could earn some money and set it aside for you. Might help." John said and they teared up, touched.

"We'd appreciate that." Sam said, "I'd like you to give me away, Dad." He hoped John would be there, say yes to it.

"I'd be honored." John said happily, tearing up as well. He had taken them in as children, adopted them when their Hunter parents were killed. He had always hoped they would have a chance at love and not just an early death. They were still his sons, blood or no blood!

They talked wedding plans and researched the demon for a while, then left. The boys to the art auction to check out the creepy painting and John was on the trail of the demon again. John said he'd let Bobby know the wedding news for them since he had to go that way anyhow.

Then they roared away. Very happy with how things had turned out.

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The year passed quickly, both boys hustling for the money, John and Bobby saving up for it, too. Soon the day came, May 2nd. Sam's birthday. The day Dean insisted on for the wedding, that day being the best day he had ever heard of. That day had given him Sammy. Without it, he'd have never known love this way. So May 2nd was sacred to him. A good day to start their new lives together.

It was a white wedding of course, with blue flowers, Bluebells, and the starry looking ones. Sam knew the names but it always slipped Dean's. Ellen, Jo, Ash, Pamela, Missouri, Bobby, Rufus, and Dad were there and the minister was Pastor Jim.

Both men looked gorgeous in their tuxes, both wearing top hats with ribbons. Dean smiled happily as Dad walked Sam down the aisle, his green staring into Sam's hazel ones, both so happy this day had finally came. Once to the front, Dad hugged them both and the ceremony began.

Pastor Jim read the vows and they said 'I do.' Then were introduced as husbands now. They had a brief honeymoon at a nearby bed and breakfast, where they called 'Antiquers' and ended up saving the girl from drowning at the hands of a ghost.

The ghost's bones burned as Dean lit them and Sam freed her from the pool.

Then they got to finish their honeymoon and eventually headed to Bobby's now.

"Come here, Sammy." Dean said lifting an arm and cuddling Sam to him as he drove now, liking the closeness they had this way. He kissed his cheek softly while keeping his eyes on the road. "I love you, Sammy."

"Love you, too." Sam said staying awake as long as he could. Then laid his head on Dean's lap and hugged his waist. His nose and hands were under the shirt now, touching Dean's skin. Sam took a sniff and smiled, burrowing in more now. He felt Sam's even breaths on his skin as he slept now and smiled, too.

Things were good for them this way. As long as Dean had his Sammy, he could handle anything. The same went for Sam.

Together they could do anything.

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Sam grabbed the idol and smashed it to pieces, breaking the altar as the witch tried to kill his husband. Dean shot her three times and she fell back dead. He headed over to Sam and looked down. He recognized the idol but not from where. He figured he could research it later.

That night, in their room, he made love to Sam for hours then they cuddled, happy and sated for now then fell asleep holding each other close.

The next morning Sam threw up. And felt different. Both frantically searched for the idol and its origins. Turns out it was Dinara, Mayan goddess of childbirth. It had been a Fertility statue, a powerful one if they were right. Dean got the tests at a nearby store, three to be sure. Sam did them all and the results were the same.

Sam was pregnant. His body was accommodating a child now. But without the equipment to actually give birth to him or her.

Both men were of course stunned but happy. Their child was in there and they couldn't be happier. They were going to be Fathers! They called John first, who was thrilled to know he was going to be a grandfather. He shouted to the news to Bobby now, who was puzzled, but, once they explained it, he was thrilled too. He even knew a doctor to help with the birth and prenatal care. He would set up a meeting with them and her later. Get Sam checked out as soon as they could manage to come visit them again.

Dad had killed the demon a couple months ago and gotten injured doing it. Too injured to hunt. He had lost his leg and one of his kidneys. The internal damage had weakened him too much so he had been forced to retire and Bobby let him stay there. Best of friends now, he helped Bobby with research and was happier.

Things were going to be fine,

For all of them now.

A baby was coming, and they were going to be a family, a real family again. With two grandfathers and Fathers that would love that kid more than life itself, even at the cost of their own.

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