Hey guys just wanted to say a few things before we start.

First off this is a MaleXMale story. It has Incest. It is smut. So if you don't like it, then click the back arrow in the top left corner and DO NOT READ THIS! If you do not heed my warning and hate on me then don't expect a reply back because I have warned you.

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DEAN'S P.O.V

Dean sighed as he walked out of the shitty motel's bathroom, towel wrapped around his waist and the other he was using to dry his short hair. He paused when he saw his phone lying on the table. He needed to do it this time, no backing out. He needed to hear his voice. He walked over and picked it up and started dialling as he sat down on his bed with his back against the head-bored. It rang a couple of times before the line picked up.

"Hey, Sam"

"Dean . . ." Sam whispered. Dean chuckled at Sam's response.

"Yeah, it's me" he replied with another small chuckle.

"Dean, it's been three years man. Why call me now?" Sam asked.

"I know. Every time I tried to call I would bottle it. I'm sorry Sam, I really should have called" Dean said sadly. He heard Sam move, heard springs creak and Sam sigh. Dean knew that Sam was thinking about how long it had been since they had talked.

"So, what you been up to Sammy" he asked.

"Studying, I've got my finals coming up and I really need to cram hard if I want to pass them" Sam said with a heavy sigh. "What about you? What are you up to?"

"Dealing with some piss-take of a poltergeist" Dean replied. "It's yanking my chain, man. Every time I get an EMF reading that it's there it disappears and doesn't come back until I've left the house."

"How are you Dean?" Sam asked quietly. "I mean, how are you coping with . . . things?"

"Honestly Sam, I really don't know." Dean replied, raw pain clouding his voice. "I think what keeps me going is the job; always something to take my mind off things, you know" he sighed. It was true: the only thing helping deal with the distance between him and Sam was the work. "What about you? You got a girl?"

"Dean . . ." Sam sighed heavily. It was a few moments before he spoke again. "No, I don't" Sam finished. Dean heard the bed sheets rustle and knew that Sam was lying down on the bed. There was a pause; Dean knew there was more. He was waiting for the rest of the explanation. "It's just . . ." Sam trailed off taking a deep breath. "I miss you, Dean." He said it so quietly that Dean barley heard it but he'd heard the pain in Sam's voice and it stirred his own feelings too. Tears were threatening to cascade down his cheeks. He suddenly wished he was there with his brother instead of just talking on the phone.

"I miss you too, Sam. I wish I was there with you now" Dean whispered.

"I think about you, more than I should" Sam said quietly. "In ways that I shouldn't" he laughed. Dean chuckled softly moving to get more comfortable.

"I'm always thinking of you, Sammy. You're always on my mind" Dean replied huskily.

"Really? In what way?" Sam asked seductively and Dean could picture the little smirk playing around his lips.

"All the wrong ways" Dean replied, his voice dropping to a deeper level. "Like the way you make my heart race. The way your body moves against mine. The way you call my name when you come. Hell, the way you look when you come. God, the feel of your dick in my mouth" he said sexily. He heard Sam moan, low and guttural. It had Dean reaching for his dick. Running his hand slowly over his hard length he began to breath more shallow. "Sammy, are you touching yourself?" Dean asked desperately.

"Yeah, Dean, God, I wish it was you touching me. I miss how you feel, I miss your touch. Dean, God, I'm so hard right now" Sam said. Dean could hear the slow rustling of material and knew Sam was slowly stoking himself, teasing himself even more. Dean was panting quickly and he knew that Sam could hear him because he heard Sam's pace quicken. His hand moving slicker as pre-come began to leak down his length. "God, Dean. I need you. I need you in my mouth. Need to feel your dick between my lips. I have to taste your come" Sam said with a frustrated moan.

"Christ, Sam!" Dean moaned. His hand moving in time with the slick sounds of Sam's movements. "Sammy, need you in me. I need to feel you fill me. Need to feel you come inside me. Sammy I need you!" he said, the last part a pleading moan.

Sam was coming then. He heard the bed springs creak and he heard Sam's long drawn out moan that Dean then realised was his name being growled out.

When Dean heard Sam say his name it pushed him over the edge. His orgasm hit him like a train. He called Sam's name out in a primal cry before he lost control of his speech altogether and resulted in making deep growling moans.

"Dean . . ." Sam sighed, quietly and contently. All Sam could hear through the line was the shallow laboured breathing of his brother as it eased into a deep easy breath. "Come visit me Dean, please" Sam asked quietly.

"Of course" Dean replied quickly. "When?"

"As soon as possible. My finals finish next week" Sam replied quickly.

"Ok, Sam. I'll get there as soon as I can. I promise" Dean said with a chuckle. He knew that he would have done anything that Sam asked him too: always had and always would, without hesitation. "I love you Sam"

"I love you too Dean" and with that the call ended. Dean looked at the phone before throwing it on the floor and moving back to the bathroom to take another shower. While he was taking his second shower all he could think of was the quickest way to get rid of the goddamn poltergeist and the quickest route to Stanford. The quickest way back to Sam.

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Next up is chapter two - here comes the fun stuff :D