Forever United

Supernatural Fanfic

Written by Seldenta, Beta'd by ?

Chapter 1: Your own personal Hell

Italics = Sam talking

Normal = Dean

Bold = Other people

Another day in some dingy hotel room on the way to another hunt on the opposite coast. Sam was curled up in his bed, the covers thrown across his lower half and arms wrapped around one of his pillows. Dean was in a similar position in his own bed, though arms were behind his head, eyes opened and staring at the ceiling.

Listening to his baby brothers breathing and just enjoying the peace and quiet. He was of course fighting the urge to look over at his sleeping brother, to allow his eyes to roam over his well toned chest and stomach, lingering on where the blanket was settled. No he couldn't let that happen because these feelings weren't right. Sammy was his brother for christ sake! With a heavy grunt he rolled onto his side before throwing his feet over the side of the bed. Reaching down he yanked the sheet off his lap and headed towards the bathroom. Only casting a glance to see if he'd disturbed his brother. Shutting the door behind him and locking it before bracing himself against the sink.

Glancing up he stared into the mirror, looking at his reflection for what seemed to be hours but was only a few minutes before quickly turning on the tap, shoving his hands into the stream of water and splashing it over his face. How could he feel like this about Sammy? He was suppose to protect him, to keep him safe. Not be thinking about molesting him, or worse. A shudder rolled down his spine and he took a deep breath. The muffled sound of his brothers voice caused him to jump, spinning towards the door. "What was that sammy? "I said are you alright?" "Yea i'll uh... i'll be out in a second." "Alright...." Of course Sam didn't sound convinced about him being alright. Go figure.

Shaking his head he turned off the tap and grabbed a towel, drying his face before yanking the door open and striding towards his bag. "You alright Dean?" He glanced towards his brother and frowned, reaching into the bag and yanking out jeans, a shirt and new boxers. "Yea why wouldn't I be?" He mumbled, turning back to the bag. When Sam spoke next he was standing right behind Dean, and his hand reached out to touch his brothers shoulder. "Cause you seem tense. I know somethings wrong, talk to me dean." Dean jumped at the contact and whipped around, effectively pulling away from his brother who frowned at this.

Dean knew his brother wasn't going to drop it unless he either spilled, or they got into a huge fight. Taking a deep breath he braced himself for the argument that was sure to come. "I said im fine, Sam. Leave it alone." His tone was short and cold. Sam flinched slightly at the sudden change of attitude and his frown grew "Why do you always have to be such a jerk? I am just worried about you Dean. But if you want to bottle it up until it is driving you insane, eating away at you then -" "YES! If there was something wrong that is exactly what I want. Now stop being a bitch and get ready, we have a job to do!" Dean then turned and strode into the kitchen, donned in only his jeans that he'd pulled on along with his fresh boxers sometime during their spat. Hey it wasn't like they hadn't changed in front of each other before.

"Dean..." He paused mid step at his brothers tone. It was his hurt, pleading tone that always got him his way. Yet another deep breath was taken as he rounded on his brother. "What Sam?" Which was a mistake considering Sam was standing close to him again, a hurt expression on his face. Dean had to force himself to plaster on a glare, posture forced to seem impatient. "Well?" "Nevermind i'll.... i'll meet you outside when your ready...maybe even get breakfast?" "Sure whatever." Sam nodded and turned, it was only then that Dean noticed he was dressed. Wow that kid dressed fast. "Sammy?" "Yes?" Came the reply from his brother, who was standing in the door. "Im....." Sam raised an eye brow at him and he sighed. "Get me 3 sausage biscuits?" He grinned at his brother who snorted and walked out the door, grumbling something about all the meat dean ate and heart attacks.

Dean couldn't help but smirk at that, leave it to sam to worry about his health even when he was annoyed at him. It just reinforced the fact that they loved each other all the more, granted he doubted that Sam loved him the way he did, in that unnatural, so going to hell if I ever acted on it, sort of love. At least he hoped his brother didn't, for the most part anyways. A small part in the back of his brain, the sick and twisted part that wanted to do disturbing things to his brother, well it wished he did love him back; like that. A sigh escaped his lips and he turned, heading towards the door and grabbing his shirt, pulling it over his head as he stepped out into the cool morning air. They had to get going, there was a haunting to get to. Oh the joys, right? Pulling the door shut he turned and caught sight of Sammy leaning against the impala. "I already checked out, so we can get going." A dumb nod was issued and he fished his keys from his pocket, and was about to move around the impala to the drivers side.

That was until a hand clamped over his arm and gripped tightly, stopping him in his path. Looking down at the hand he sighed and looked up at Sam "What?" "I know you said your fine...but if you wanna talk....whenever, i'll listen." This of course caused his heart to clench. He'd been being an ass to his brother and all sam was, was well nice. "Yea, alright." He mumbled in response and Sam let go of him a few moments later. "I got breakfast." His grin stretched over his face and Dean couldn't help but smirk. "Great!" Moving around the hood he opened the drivers door and slid in, followed by Sam who slid into the passenger seat. As dean started the engine his brother fished out their breakfasts, handing Dean a sausage biscuit; already unwrapped. "Thanks."

Dean smiled at Sam before heading off down the road, taking a bite of the biscuit every few minutes. It was little things like that, that made it seem tolerable to fight off his disgusting desires. Of course there were times when it seemed like Sam had them as well. Like when his hand would linger to long, or Dean would catch him staring at him while he drove. Of course he rarely ever said anything, just smirked and looked back at the road.

Then again there were times when his feelings, the unnatural feelings that he got, were his own personal hell. Like when they were stuck in a small motel room and Sam decided to walk around shirtless. He swore, that boy knew about the desires and loved taunting him. A sigh escaped vocals and he shook his head, trying to rid his mind of those thoughts, taking yet another bite of the biscuit. Of course that had been the last bite of that one, and before he could ask for another it was already held out to him, unwrapped and Sam had a small smile on his face. Dean smirked "You psychic man?" "No I just...know you" "Uh huh." God how he hoped that statement wasn't true. Of course he knew that he could read Sam with ease, knew when something was bothering him and usually could tell what it was. Of course he'd been the one to raise Sam, watching out for him and protecting him all their lives. Could Sam really read him just as well?

They fell into a comfortable silence, only stopping once or twice to use the rest room and grab something to eat. Of course when the sun set, they pulled over to switch places. Sam got in the drivers seat and Dean leaned up against the passenger side door to take a nap. "Wake me when its my turn to drive." He mumbled against the rolled up shirt he was using as a pillow. Sam had been taking naps all day. They often did this, to arrive at hunts sooner rather then later. Sam glanced at Dean and nodded "Of course." He put the car in drive and pulled back onto the road. Glancing at the sleeping figure of his big brother every few moments. It was bugging him, not knowing what was causing Dean to be so upset. They often got into fights, and he was used to Dean not wanting to talk about his feelings, but this seemed to be really upsetting him. Hell, he loved his big brother more then anything in the world, he would do anything just to see him happy. Of course it didn't help that he felt some very wrong type of love for his brother, the type that made him want to just reach over, grab dean and kiss him to death. A sigh escaped vocals as he ripped his eyes from the sight of his brother, focusing back on the road. Sometimes he swore that he was living in his own personal hell.