CHAPTER 1•

Title: "After the cage: Chapter 1"

Author: November Glass

Fandom: Supernatural

Description: Ever since Sam got back from the cage (and subsequently got his soul back) Dean has noticed Sam… in the non-brotherly sense…

Rating: T (Chapter 1)

Warnings: (For Chapter 1) Strong language, kind of incest..?

Spoilers: Up to Season 6

Ships: Dean/Sam

Disclaimer: Obviously I don't own Supernatural or any of the characters, if I did… well let's just say that some great shit would be canon by now ;)

Author's Notes: I'm still pretty new to writing fanfiction, so please, if you have any suggestions, let me know :)

ALSO IF YOU THINK I AM WORTHY OF WRITING FROM ONE OF YOUR PROMPTS, PM ME, I WILL WRITE FOR YOU :)))

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Dean is drunk.

Of course he isn't dumb drunk, he isn't even sure he can get that drunk anymore. He knows he's a little drunk, though, because his vision is distorted, not quite right. His thoughts are slower than usual, as if swimming in thick molasses, and his speech is a bit slurred. He doesn't really care, though, because damn does it feel good.

He needs this. He has needed it for a long time. He's usually very good at restraining himself when it comes to alcohol, enough so that he doesn't go out and do stupid shit. It was harder tonight, though, and Dean thinks it's probably because he's a little unnerved. For some reason he can't name, Dean's interest in the local waitress or barmaid (whomever that may be) is nearly non-existent.

Dean is basically the sex god. But he doesn't want sex - hasn't wanted it for a long time. At least not the kind he's used to.

He'd never say it out loud (as it is he can barely admit it to himself, and even then only when he's drunk), but ever since Sam came back from The Cage… well soulless Sam had been a big shock for Dean. It was seeing his brother that way that made Dean realize how much cares for Sam. That helped him to appreciate Sam even more when he finally got his soul back and was once again Dean's Sammy.

It didn't take long for Dean to put it together: he loves Sam. Yes, he's Dean's brother, and yes, they've literally died for each other, which means that love is kind of a given, but it isn't like that. It isn't just brotherly love - it isn't what it probably should be. This recently awakened love is more passionate, hungry. It's more like… well the closest thing Dean can think of is how he felt for Lisa at one point, but this is still different.

Of course he still cares for Lisa and Ben, but even when Dean was with them his feelings for Lisa were more like… well, he's grateful to her for helping him, and she was kind and such, but the passion waned. When they first met, the sex, at least, was very passionate, and even at the beginning of that year it was great, but the desire had declined and it became a chick-flick-ey, touchy-feely, sort of thing. She had become less of a romantic interest, and more of a friend… who he had sex with…

And then there was always that feeling of guilt. He always knew that his past would follow him (which was mostly why he took certain precautions when it came to protecting the house), and he felt guilty about dragging two innocent, charitable people into his mess of a life. But with Sam that guilt isn't there. Sam is just as fucked up as Dean is, and he can hold his own in a fight.

As for the touchy-feely situation, of course he feels for Sam. He's his brother, which means he cares for him. But more and more Dean is coming to realise that Sammy isn't so small anymore. On top of that, these feelings are fiery. He wants Sam. Wants to feel him and kiss him and fuck him until Sam is nothing but a tangle of pleasure and "Dean, Dean, oh god, Dean." He wants to protect him and care for him and tease him and taste him and own him.

But he can't. He can't because it's wrong and Sam would never… well it's hopeless. So the best Dean can do is drink and kill things and take care of Sam in a brotherly sort of way, all the while dreaming of taking care of him in the non-brotherly way.

The motel room door opens and Sam walks in, returning from the local library.

"You look like shit."

"Gee, thanks," Dean mumbles, unable to resist looking Sam up and down, admiring the view. Sam doesn't notice. Of course.

"So I think we're dealing with a Zoroastrian god called Aka Manah. His name literally means 'bad thought' or 'bad intention.' He… Dean? Dean are you listening to me?"

"Hmm? Yeah, yeah," Dean says distractedly, even though he had been picturing those beautiful lips around his cock…

"Dude." Dean is suddenly torn from his daydreams. "Are you drunk?"

"I just had a couple beers," Dean slurred. But perhaps he'd had one too many, the alcohol was really getting to him now.

"Clearly you've had more than usual," Sam says, walking over to where Dean sat on his bed (This motel offered doubles, which was nice considering that they usually got twin mattresses). "You should probably sleep it off, then we can kill this thing tomorrow and move on to that job I found in Arizona." Sam starts to loosen the laces on Dean's boots, knowing that his brother is too drunk to do it on his own.

"Sammy?"

"Hmm?"

"I love you."

Dean doesn't know why he said it, probably because that's what he'd been thinking about… that and the alcohol has clearly dulled his verbal filter. For a moment, all he can think is 'Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit'.

Sam pauses, then looks up at him, concern in his eyes. Then he puts the back of his hand on Dean's forehead. For a moment Dean doesn't know what's going on, his thoughts are going so slow. Then it dawns on him, 'Is the son of a bitch checking for a fucking fever?'

Feeling no fever, Sam pushes Dean down by his shoulder so he's laying down. Then he chuckles, turning his attention back to Dean's shoes. "You really are drunk."

Dean can't stop himself. He sits up. "Yes, Sam, I am drunk. But that doesn't make it any less true."

Sam looks at Dean again, having pulled both shoes off. "Uh… I… love you too then, I guess." His expression is unreadable. Dean doesn't know how it happened, it was all a blur, but suddenly his mouth is pressed against Sam's, his hands holding his brother's face. Dean realises what he's doing and pulls away.

"Sammy… Sammy I'm sorry." Sam just stares at him, still trying to process what just happened. "Sam I don't know wha-" Sam gets up and walks out the door.

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