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This means thought. (Dean is a really cool guy. Sam thought.)
This means songs, brand ect. .
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"It's the eye of the tiger, it's the thrill of the fightRisin' up to the challenge of our rivalAnd the last known survivor stalks his prey in the nightAnd he's watchin' us all with the eye of the tiger"
"Dean could you please turn that down?" Sam said as he looked out the window.
"Sure Sammy." He said turning it up louder.
"The eye of the tiger. The eye of the Tiger. The eye of the tiger"
Sam looked at dean and narrowed his eyes.
"Why do you always insist on being a total ass?"
"Oh shut your cake hole." He grinned.
Sam got up and walked out the cheap hotel door.
"Hey uh Sammy grab some grub while your out" He yelled.
What is it about Dean? Everything he does drives me insane. Yet I always want to be around him. Sam thought. Sam walked across the street towards a bar called Sandy's Bar and Grill. Sam and Dean where back in Kansas, not Lawrence. They where in Kansas City, to investigate two deaths at the abandoned amusement park. The park was called Joyland it went out of business in 1999 because it was said that someone or something was chasing customers away. Sam walked over to a empty table and sat down.
"This place is a dump." He said under his breath.
He noticed some rough looking characters where looking towards him. Two of them where whispering, loud enough for Sam to hear. One of the men was wearing a jean vest with a "Sons of Bitches" patch on the back. The other had a long whitish-gray beard. The one with the vest said something of his kind was trouble. The other agreed. The man with the vest got up from his table and walked over to Sam. He spit to the side of Sam and smiled. His teeth were disgusting, looked a if he hadn't brushed them in months.
"What are you doing in my town pretty-boy?"
"I'm just visiting family."
"Don't you lie to me boy!"
By then most of the bar was focused on them. Sam wished Dean were here.
"I'm telling the truth."
"I don't believe you. People like you don't belong here. Why don't you get your ass outta here."
"No."
"No? I wasn't asking buddy. I was telling." He said clutching his beer bottle.
His friend with the bread by then got up and walked over to them.
"This boy givin' you trouble Jackson?"
"He's just trying to act tough." Jackson said getting closer to Sam.
"Back away from me right now pig." Sam said glaring at Jackson.
Jackson turned around to face the others with a amused look.
"Looks like we got a tough one." He turned back around to face Sam and spoke again.
"How about we teach you a little lesson. You need to learn to respect someone who can kick you skinny ass!" Jackson was about to attack Sam when the bar door flew open.
"Get away from him." Dean growled.
"You brought a friend." He said smiling.
Sam got up pushing Jackson and walked over towards Dean.
"Come one Dean lets go."
"No Sammy. Lets have some fun."
Dean walked over to Jackson and threw a punch. Jackson grabbed his fist before it made contact.
"Okay Sammy funs over lets go."
"Not that easy." Jackson said punching Dean in the face.
Dean flew back and hit the hard wooden floor. Dean laid there for what seemed like centuries. Sam helped him up.
"Go back to where you came from ass wipes!" Jackson yelled.
Sam and Dean walked out of Sandy's and towards the hotel.
"Are you okay Dean?"
"Yeah, yeah I just need to get some apple pie. You know where they sell some apple pie?"
Sam just laughed. They reached their room and dean fell onto his bed.
"You know Sammy, that son of a bitch knew how to punch."
"Dean you shouldn't have even came. What where you even doing?"
"Checking on my little bother." He smirked.
"You don't need to check on my Dean."
"Yes I do Sammy. I would die if something happened to you. You're my bother."
Brother, brother, brother. Nothing more then my bother.
"You know I love you right Sam?"
"Yeah."
"No matter how much of an ass I am. I love you."
Sam laid down next to Dean, they had to share a bed because the hotel was to cheap to have two beds in each room. Dean laid quietly facing the window. Sam laying the opposite way.
I actually don't mind sharing with Dean. It's kind of nice, but he probably thinks it's weird as hell. He doesn't love me like the way I love him. Ever since dad died I've felt something different towards Dean. Almost like a crush. But hell he's my brother. I can't do anything about that either. I can't tell him. I can't tell anyone.
"Sammy? Are you awake? SAM!" Dean said kicking Sam.
"What? What is there a demon?" Sam said sleepy.
"No you idiot. I just couldn't sleep."
"So you woke me up from very good sleep because you couldn't sleep?"
"No. Well yes. I just wanted to talk."
"About what Dean?"
"You. Me. Us."
Sam's heart began to race.
"Sam. I think.."
"Yes?" he said anxiously.
"I think I have feelings for you."
"Yeah I know. Brother feelings." Sam said.
"No. Different feelings. As in I love you, more then a brother love."
"Dean. You just joking."
"I know hard to believe. You probably think I'm messed up in the head don't you?"
"No Dean. Because I love you to."
Dean moved closer to Sam and their lips met, almost sending a shockwave though each other's bodies. Dean moved his hands down Sam's chest feeling his tight muscles under his thin tank top. Sam pulled deans shirt off and then his own. Dean got closer to Sam and their body touching. Dean pulled away from the kiss.
"Sam? Do you want to do this?"
"More then anything."
Dean smiled and took of his pants. Sam followed. They were both now in their Hanes boxers kissing. Dean's hand went slowly down Sam's body. He twitched as Dean's hand was almost touching his dick. Dean could feel the heat he was giving off. Dean began to massage his penis. Dean felt Sam get rock hard from his touch. Dean pulled of Sam's boxers and threw them across the room.
"Lay back."
Sam did as he was told. Dean inched closer to Sam's man hood. Sam felt as if he was going to cum at just the sight of Dean so close to his rock hard dick. Dean put his tounge at the very end of his shaft by Sam's balls. He licked up his entire penis all the way up to his tip. Dean circled his tip tasting the pre-cum. Sam threw his head back and moaned.
"Dean, I'm close."
Dean looked up and smiled. A devious smile, he began to jerk Sam off fast and hard. Sam was breathing very hard and he started moving his hips as if he were thrusting into Dean.
"Cum on my face Sam!" Dean yelled.
Sam groaned really loud and he twitched and spunk burst out and onto deans face. Sam laid back and a couple of minutes later the alarm clock sounded. Sam woke up. He looked over at Dean's side of the bed, he was gone.
It was a dream. It wasn't real.
Sam lifted up the covers and he was covered in his own semen. He had a wet dream.
"Hey uh Sammy."
"Yeah Dean?"
"If you gonna have wet dreams. Don't have them about me."
"What are you talking about Dean?" he sounded embarrassed.
"You were groaning my name the whole night Sam."
"Oh my god."
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