Warnings: This story has adult content. Rated for swearing and heavy Wincest. If you don't like please, don't read. Not a death fiction.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything Supernatural related. All towns and other people are made up, any similarity to the living or dead are purely coincidental.
All music and lyrics are by artists identified and belong to them.
Setting: One month after my last story Deans Journal. Season 2.
Sleep
Chapter 1 Sick
Nigel Jones walked across the vacant factory block just after midnight, pulling his coat around himself.
"What a night," he thought to himself, stomping through puddles in the darkness.
Nigel had just left Hanigans Pub and had not enjoyed his night out. He had only gone because he had a crush on Lana Turnball, who he worked with at the lumber mill, but she had never given him the time of day. He had overheard at work she was going to the pub tonight because her friends were going for Karaoke that night. Karaoke! He couldn't believe he was putting himself through Karaoke just to get a girl to notice him but nothing else seemed to work. And that stupid jerk Mark James had been there bumping up against her and buying her drinks. He was so transparent that he was making advances on her and slobbering all over her. And she had left with him! The stupid girl. People were so dumb and life was so unfair, he fumed to himself. As he crossed under some trees on the edge of the lot he heard a rustle in the bushes to his left. He stopped and called out.
"Anyone there?"
Nothing.
"Hello?"
Nigel felt a tingle along his spine and decided to scamper home as quickly as he could casting a nervous look back at the bushes.
Two weeks later
Dean woke up alone in the early hours of the morning, his senses aware something was up. As he rose from the bed he noticed the light on under the bathroom door and crossed quickly to it and pushed the door open slowly to see his brother on his knees in front of the toilet. Dean crossed to the sink, wet a washcloth and wrung it out and placed it on the back of Sam's neck. He rubbed his hand in circles on Sam's back knowing it was about all he could do to help his brother until he was done throwing up.
"So dinner not as good as you thought it was?" Dean quipped as Sam rose with Dean's arm around his waist for support and rinsed his mouth out.
"Ha ,very funny." Sam grumbled.
Dean grabbed out the first aid kit and pulled the thermometer out and placed it under Sam's tongue as he put a hand to his forehead.
"Well you don't have a fever." Dean put the thermometer back in the kit.
"Headache?"
Sam nodded.
Dean grabbed some painkillers out and shook a couple into Sam's hand. Then he walked to the sink and grabbed a glass of water.
"How are you feeling now?" Dean asked as Sam lay down against his pillows.
"Tired."
"Well, grab some sleep. See how you feel when you wake up."
The boys had only been in bed for three hours, having spent the last two nights searching factories, deserted buildings and crime scenes for the hunt they were currently on. Dean pulled Sam into his arms and drifted off to sleep but his sleep was broken and light as Sam was tossing and turning and Dean was sensitive when his brother wasn't sleeping well.
At seven Dean finally got up, giving sleep up for the night and deciding to start the day. After showering, shaving and dressing, Dean left a note for Sam and headed out for a paper and breakfast at the diner across the street. He scanned the paper for any more clues about the hunt they were currently on. There were so far eight victims in a wide area of the state all with strangely different circumstances. Some victims had killed others and two had been killed by police after going on rampages. None of the victims knew each other as far as they could tell and had completely different circles of friends.
Dean walked back to the motel room and found Sam still in a comfortable deep sleep. His brother looked so cute and cuddly when he was sleeping; Dean combed his fingers through Sam's hair and kissed his cheek. It was just over a month since Dean and Sam had cemented their relationship with full blown sex for the first time and Dean often found himself just watching Sam sleep. Dean remembered fondly their first time, they had stayed holed up in that hotel for three days just exploring each other and taking their time.
After sitting in a motel chair and stroking each other to orgasm, Dean had led Sam to the king sized bed and they had orgasmed again together this time with Dean fully sheathed in Sam. Sam had expressed his surprise in having so much pleasure so quickly and Dean had coaxed him back to readiness and this time Sam was sheathed in Dean. Dean had enjoyed giving Sam as much pleasure as he could over the next few days and in the weeks that followed they had gone back into hunting, enjoying time together whenever they could.
Dean decided against waking Sam up after the night he had and instead grabbed Sam's laptop and worked through the file on all the victims that Sam had built up. Dean noticed one of the victim's place of employment was only a half hour away and one of the relatives ten minutes further north. Dean decided he would make use of the day while Sam slept, he would do some digging. He placed painkillers and a bottle of cold water next to Sam and the waste paper bin just in case. After leaving a new note he jumped in the Impala and headed off to do some interviewing.
TBC
