Sam was taking forever in the shower again. Luckily Dean always took his shower first because lately Sam had been spending more and more time in the shower. Unfortunatly Dean had forgot to brush his teeth while he was in there, so he just walked in to take care of his teeth. It was his brother in the shower, not a sister, so he figured it would be okay.
"Damn Sammy," Dean shouted over the sound of the shower, "you sure have grown!"
He was being clever, at his brother's expense. Now he knew why his brother was taking so long in the shower these days. He had only glimpsed Sammy through the gap between the shower curtain and the wall. Sammy was wacking it! He couldn't help but notice that his brother was already pretty big for a twelve year old.
"Damn it Dean, get out!"
Dean had already grabbed his toothbrush, and was applying it to his mouth. He spit in the sink, and said, "Already too late Sam, have to brush my teeth. You need to get out anyway, before you miss breakfast. Need your wheaties if you expect to do your best at school."
He left then, and went outside with a water bottle to brush his teeth and spit in the bushes. He wished that this motel had built the sink on the outside of the bathroom. If Sam didn't hurry up, they would miss first period, and he would be blaming him. At twelve, kids seem to have a hard time telling time. He was probably still wacking it.
"Come on Sammy! Turn on the cold and leave it be! We're going to be late!"
This entire situation was hilarious! He yelled from outside on purpose. Sam would be more likely to hop to if he thought his brother was going to yell his business to the whole motel block. In a few minutes Sammy was running out the door, bookbag in hand. Dean did his usual leisurely stroll, catching up with Sam eventually, who was waiting impatiently a half block away.
He laughed at his little brother, saying, "Did you actually believe I would let us be so late that I would have to run you to school? Psssh Please! I don't run to school, so you might as well relax, and enjoy the scenery."
Sam did relax then, falling in step next to his brother. There wasn't much talk, because he felt awkward after Dean walked in on his activities in the shower. He knew that it was normal for teenage boys to have a sexual appetite, heck, Dean was the one to have that talk with him. Lately, though, he had been thinking that his sexual appetite had become too much. Between his anger, and his horniness he felt really out of control lately.
Dean stopped following Sam, as he took a look at the kid's shirt. They were a block and a half down the street from the school, when he had noticed Sam's inseams were on the outside of his shirt. He didn't understand how the kid could button up a shirt and not notice that it was inside out. Sam stopped and looked back at him expectantly.
"Sam, if you didn't have perfect grades all the time, I would think that you were just plain dumb. Fix your shirt before you get to school. There's some bushes right there."
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At the end of the week, they were still in the little bible belt town. Sam had to stay after school to work on a group project for science class. He came out to the football field to find his big brother. He skirted the metal stands and scanned the faces of the small audience watching football practice. Where the hell was he? Between the two stands there were two guys making out. He recognized one of the kids as the town "fagget". The boy was two grade levels ahead of Sam, he had super long eyelashes that any girl would be jealous of, and he was super nice. He was quiet, and stayed mostly to himself. Sam felt sorry for the kid. If he lived in a place like New York, Miami, or California, he would be accepted a lot more, but here, he was shunned by almost everybody. He was just thinking that he was happy that Andrew, the gay kid, had finally found someone. That's when he noticed the other dude was wearing a familiar leather jacket.
A football came whizzing by the out of bounds line, and landed near Sam. The football team was asking him if he could toss it back, when he got an idea. He picked up the ball and pegged Andrew in the arm, and ran.
Dean looked after his brother's retreating back, and sighed. He grabbed the football, and looked at Andrew with an apologetic quirk of the eyebrow. When he tossed the football back out onto the field, he sent a perfect spiral out to the quarterback.
"Hey, why don't you try out for the team, Winchester?"
"Nah, probly won't even be in town long enough to see my first game," Dean yelled back, before waving bye to his conquest of the afternoon.
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Back at the motel, Sam was doing his homework, while Dean played Mario on their gameboy. He was keeping an ear out, ready for Sam's questions. Sam finished his math, and was starting in on his english homework, when he finally spoke up. He kept up with making the corrections on the paragraph he had been assigned by his teacher as he spoke, so that the conversation would seem more nonchelant.
"Dean?"
"Yeah," he responded, as he paused the game.
"Why were you kissing a boy? I didn't know that you were into guys."
"Well, I'm not, not really."
Sam's head snapped up from his work because Dean wasn't making any sense. He wasn't into guys, yet he had just caught him making out with one. He was confused.
"What?"
"Well, you see, Andrew is almost as pretty as the girls, with those long lashes, his beautiful green eyes, soft brown hair, and those nice kissable lips. I felt sorry for the guy, so I gave him his first kiss."
"Oh, well... Your weird, and so, so gross."
"Yeah, well, I hear that its kind of normal for kids my age to experiment, or whatever."
"Yeah, girls maybe."
"Whatever, dude," Dean responded, going back to his video game.
After a short pause, Sam asked, "Did you like it?"
"I dunno, maybe," Dean said, being purposely oblique.
"Are you going to kiss Andrew again?"
"Maybe.. Eh, probly not. That Cindy girl in math seems to be really into me."
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A few weeks after Sam had caught Dean making out with Andrew, they were in another town, going to another school, waiting for their father to come back from another hunt. Sam was taking forever in the shower again, and Dean was getting a soar throat, so he didn't want to have to yell through the door again. He opened the door a crack, and heard Sam moan out his name. His eyes went wide with surprise. He heard his brother gasp and pant against the wall of the shower, before fluids were being squirted across the tile.
Dean, quickly, and quietly closed the door again, before Sam could catch him with the door open. He knocked hard on the door, and waited a few seconds before barging in this time. Sam was standing in a towel, and staring at Dean's boots. Dean pretended that he didn't notice the lack of eye contact.
"You ready for another day at the hell hole," Dean asked as he gave his hair a last one over in the mirror.
"Yeah, I'll be right there if you'll let me dress."
"Alrighty then, just make sure your shirt is on right, this time," he said, before leaving the bathroom.
Dean needed some air. He couldn't believe what he had just witnessed. He had just heard his brother moan out his name while wacking off in the shower! He didn't know what to do about it. This was wrong, and Sam needed to stop fantasizing about him, but he didn't know how to talk to him about it. He dared not mention anything to his father. Dad would just flip out. When Sam came out with his backpack, he decided that he was going to pretend he was ignorant for now.
"Gum," Dean said, offering his pack to Sam.
"Yeah, thanks."
"Did you do your homework?"
"Ha," Sam laughed, "Do you even have to ask?"
"I know, its just that I feel like I'm not being a good brother if I don't ask every once in a while. I know your a good kid Sammy," Dean said, mussing up his brother's hair.
Sammy really was a good kid, despite what he had just witnessed him doing in the bathroom. He got good grades, and kept out of trouble. He knew that Sam would help him out if he really needed it. Sammy was his best friend.
They talked about their Dad, and when he was going to come back. Dean even teased Sam about some girl who had a crush on him at their current school. He asked why Sam hadn't asked her out yet, and all he got were evasive answers. They reached the school, and went in as the first bell rang.
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Dean was still trying to think up a way to talk about Sam's fantasies about him, a few days later, when Sam sat down to talk to him. Sam sat down on the bed opposite of Dean's and he looked like he wanted to say something, but was too nervous to spit it out.
"Sup," Dean asked.
"Dean," he said hesitantly, "I think there's something wrong with me. I think I'm sick."
"Why would you think that?"
"Because I have these thoughts that run through my head," he said, as he started fiddling with his shirt sleeve, "and they're wrong. They're all wrong."
"Hey, Sam, it'll be okay. Just tell me what your talking about and we can get through it together."
Dean put his hand on his little brother's knee as an attempt to comfort him. He could tell that whatever Sammy was trying to tell him was really freaking him out.
"Remember that girl that had a crush on me?"
"Yeah. I'm guessing that she doesn't anymore?"
"No, not anymore. She kissed me after school today. It was going great and I kinda liked it, but then..."
"Spit it out Sam, you got me on pins and needles here. Did you grab her boob, and she got mad, or something?"
"No. As I was kissing her, I got these thoughts in my head that I wanted to hurt her. I pushed her away and called her an ugly tramp, so that she would leave and I wouldn't have the oppurtunity to do what I was thinking of doing."
A sigh came to Dean's lips as he watched his brother brake down into tears. Sam hadn't cried since he was seven and he broke his arm falling out of a tree. He was obviously scared of his own thoughts, and Dean couldn't blame him. At least he was sane enough to know that these thoughts were wrong. He yanked on Sam's arm untill he stood up, and then made him sit by his side, as he continued to cry.
Dean use to kiss Sam on the forehead, when he was real little, because his Dad did it too. He decided to do that now, to see if that would make his brother feel better. It at least did the job of stopping the water works, even if it was more out of surprise than comfort. While he had the oppurtunity to talk he spoke up.
"This is kind of like what we went through a year ago with your anger issues. You can control yourself, if you put your mind to it. You have two options here. You can either stuff those impulses, and it would probably be a good idea to stop beating in the shower so often, untill you have this under control."
Sam blushed at the mention of his shower activities, but just stayed quiet, curious as to what option two was. "Or option two," Dean continued, "You can get into the kindy stuff, and try to satisfy your urge that way."
After a long pause in which Sam tried to wipe away all evidence of his emotional outbreak, he had more questions. "Are you into the kinky stuff, Dean?"
"Well," Dean said, with a small chuckle, "I wouldn't say no to a girl who was into bondage, as long as it got me laid."
There was another long pause, as Sam tried to decide on wether he should come all the way clean about what's been bothering him.
"Dean, I have a crush on an inappropriate person," he said.
He called himself a coward for confessing that way. Dean would probably think that he meant he had a crush on a teacher, or something. A male teacher would be a worst case scenario. Dad had already made it clear to the both of them that they would still be loved if they turned out gay, so he knew that homosexuality would be accepted by Dean with no more than a shrug. Dean's response did surprise him though.
"I know Sam," Dean said, turning to him and looking him in the eye. He had no doubt in his mind that Dean did know. He was kind of surprised, then, that his brother wasn't flinching away from him. He had comforted him when he had cried. He treated him no different than he always had. He expected revoltion. He had kind of expected his brother to beat the crap out of him when he found out. When had he found out?
"How- How do you know?"
"I, uh, I was planning on sneaking into the bathroom last Monday to pull a little prank on you. When I opened the door, you moaned out my name. So, I closed it again, and knocked. I didn't know how to talk to you about it, so I was kind of planning on pretending I hadn't heard it untill I found a way to bring up the subject."
"Oh," Sam said, swallowing down his nervousness, and waiting for the other shoe to drop.
"Sammy, your my little brother, and I love you, even though your a twerp. I know that you know its sick. You have to stop it. You have to stop having fantasies about me. Its wrong Sammy."
After their talk, Dean thought that Sam was truly trying to get ahold of his sexual problem. He didn't take long showers anymore, so he thought he had at least stopped wacking it. He wasn't indulging in any perversions. What he didn't know was that sometimes Sammy couldn't help himself at night.
Sam had really tried to not indulge in his fantasies anymore. He made some friends with these kids who played soccer after school, and went to the local YMCA to join them in a few practice games. He threw himself in homework when he got home, and tried to keep himself occupied untill dinner time. After dinner, which usually involved mac 'n cheese with spam, because Dean still couldn't really cook, he would read a book, or watch a movie with Dean. His showers had been cut down to eleven minutes. He washed, he rinsed, he dried off and got dressed. No muss, no fuss, no playing around about it. Usually he was mentally and physically tired when he went to bed.
He would toss and turn on most nights. He would dream about moaning women, and naked bodies. Mostly he dreamed about Dean, Dean making out with the girl of the week, Dean waking up from nightmares, all sweaty. Sometimes he dreamt about the kinky stuff. Sometimes he woke up from dreams of chaining up Dean and cutting him. He'd always wake up with a raging hard-on that he just had to touch.
There lay Dean just a couple of feet away, relaxed in sleep. His brother was so beautiful. Sam learned to keep his moans to himself, as he pulled his his cock out, and began pumping out a rhythm. He imagined what those lips would feel like against his. He imagined what it would be like to kiss, lick, and bite his chest. Most of all, he wondered what it would be like if Dean moaned out his name while he had Dean's cock in his mouth.
One day, their Dad came back into town, and whisked them off on their next "adventure". It was off to New Orleans this time, and Dean was excited because Marti Gras was just around the corner. He said that there'd be plenty of titties to see, which made Sam and John laugh.
"See, moving around is not so bad," John commented, glad that they had something to look forward to on this hunt. He had even agreed to stick around to let the boys see the festivities.
What the Winchester boys didn't fore-see was how hard it was going to be finding a hotel room. They ended up in a beat up hotel several exits away from downtown New Orleans. They were almost in the reeds of the swamps. The hotel manager said that they only had single rooms left. John knew that his boys were almost full grown men now, especially Dean who had turned seventeen last month, and he would hate to force them into sharing a bed but he still felt uncomfortable in buying three separate rooms. He wasn't sure if Sam could watch his own back in the night. So when John handed over his credit card, he asked for two rooms.
Of course the boys just about had a tissy when they heard they were going to have to share a bed. He couldn't really say that he blamed them, but he ordered them to shut up, and grab their shit. They were both compliant, and they even said his favorite thing in the world, "Yes, sir."
After they got some of their clothes squared away in the wardrobe, Dean turned to Sam and asked, "You going to be okay with this?"
"Yeah, peachy," came the response.
Dean almost smiled, he was always the one to say peachy. Sam usually just said, "great" in a sarcastic huff. But he was a little nervous, because several months ago, Sam had admitted that he sometimes had fantasies about him. Now they would have to share a bed untill the Mardi Gras festivities were over.
That night as they got ready for bed, Dean decided to put on some old sweats over his boxers, and Sam was wearing a t-shirt. They looked at each other from opposite sides of the bed like they were getting ready for a dreaded task. Sam's palms were getting sweaty, but he resisted the urge to wipe them on his gym shorts. He didn't want Dean to know that he was nervous about sleeping in the same bed as him, because then it wouldn't be that far of a leap to the realization that he wasn't over his crush.
"Okay, back to back then," Dean said, "I'll stay on my end and you stay on yours."
"Fine," Sam agreed, as he crawled under the blankets.
The boys didn't stay back to back. Dean was more comfortable on his back than his side, and Sam eventually couldn't help but cuddle up to his big brother. When they both woke in the middle of the night, they just lay there staring at each other. Dean's sleep addled brain couldn't figure out how his brother had gotten pressed up to his chest. The worst part about it was that his arm was wrapped around Sam's back, and he could feel his little brother's arousal being pressed against his belly.
Sam reached his lips up and kissed him, surprised that Dean was kissing him back. The kiss only lasted a few seconds, but he enjoyed having Dean's tongue in his mouth while it lasted. Then he was being shoved back to his side of the bed. Dean rolled over, a little turned on by tonight's turn of events, and at the same time he felt ashamed, dirty and wrong.
The next morning, John had found a canceled reservation at a hotel down the road. It would take them out of the sticks, and get them closer to the festivities. It was only one room, with two beds, but he would probably be hunting tonight, and maybe he wouldn't get back untill the early morning. After that, he would be leaving town again to chase a lead on a demon in Mississippi.
It had been a pretty good day for Dean, despite the slight awkwardness with Sam. Their dad had given them a little more money to go spend in town this time. They spent a lot of it on food, enjoying stuff that they wouldn't normally get anywhere else. Dean had even discovered this nice little place where they sold these fluffy powdered donut square things that were just about as good as pie. When they went down to the bars in the french quarter, they could hear jazz music coming out of some of the doors. Some places had kareoke, blues music, and even pop R&B. When they wandered over to the riverside, Sam got a snow cone, and Dean found a girl to hit on.
Her name was Sherry, and she had a nice milk chocolate look to her skin that Dean found to be delicious. Her hair was highlighted with blonde, and her springy curls were held up in a ponytail. She was a local girl who had just turned fifteen, and he was excited to know that she went to the same school that Dean was going to be enrolled in on Monday.
Dean was woken up at three in the morning. He could smell the liquor on his fathers breath as he told him to go sleep in Sam's bed. He told Sam to scoot, and climbed in next to him, hoping the kid would not have the urge to kiss him this time.
Dean was woken up three hours later, with a hand rubbing on his crotch. He sighed and removed the hand, and began to doze again. Just as he was about to start dreaming again, the hand was back.
"Quit it, man."
"Please Dean," came the pleading whisper, right next to his ear.
"I said no, now go back to sleep."
They both heard a wuffling snort come from the other bed, and lay silent again. It wouldn't be good if they woke their dad if he had been drinking. They hadn't any first hand knowledge of his temper, but pastor Jim had told them that he was kind of a mean drunk if he was provoked. Dean had a hard time getting back to sleep this time, because he was too aware of his horn dog freak of a brother who was probably still awake, laying beside him. Five minutes after his eyes began drooping, he felt the movement in the bed as Sam got up and tried to silently leave the room.
"Dean, go and make sure your brother doesn't wander too far. Its Sunday morning and he could get hit by a drunk driver if he decides to cross the street."
"He probly just went to get fresh air. Its kind of stuffy in here."
"Dean!"
When his father said his name like that, that meant it was an order. Orders were non-negotiable. He had to go out there and check on Sam, even though he thought it was a really bad idea. So, with a sigh of resignation, he got up from the bed and left, putting on dirty jeans over his boxers. Outside, Sam was just leaning on the wall, biting his finger nails, and staring at the front fender of the Impala.
"Dad sent you out to check on me?"
"Yeah.. Why don't you come back inside and get a little more shut eye?"
Sam stopped biting his fingernail then and looked at him. "I can't, Dean."
"Why not?"
Sam took Dean by surprise as he stood up from the wall, and slammed him into the spot where he had just been leaning. There was more power in those skinny little arms than he had ever suspected. His little brother had just gone through a growth spirt, and now he could head butt his nose.
"I want you Dean," Sam breathed into his neck, as his hands started rubbing his chest, "and I can't make myself stop. I can't stop fantasizing about you, and what your cock would feel like in my mouth. I've tried Dean. Its these dreams! I've tried to keep myself busy, and to keep my mind off of you, but then I sleep, and these dreams come, and I wake up wanting you all over again. Please Dean! Let me make you feel good. No one would have to know."
Dean grabbed Sam by the front of his shirt, and pulled him away from his neck. He didn't like how his body was reacting to the slight brush of breath against his skin. But when he let go of his little brother, he was still in his face. His eyes looked black in the dark. Unfortunatly Sam somehow new exactly how to play Dean. He kept his lips only millimeters away from Dean's, taunting him for a kiss, and begging, "please, Dean."
The begging is what was making his defenses crumble. He had never heard anyone beg him so prettily. Sam's breath kind of smelt like strawberry candy. He must have ate a few sour straws that he had left in the car.
"Please, Dean, Please," came the whimper, once more, as his younger brother brushed a bottom lip ever so gently across his. Dean was done being nice, he grabbed Sam by the neck, and slammed him in to the wall. He wanted to kill him. He wanted to beat the crap out of his little brother, for having the nerve to try and seduce him. But as soon as his little fit of temper cooled, the lust came roaring to the surface. He searched Sam's face, looking very confused, and scared. Sam took no pity on him, he wanted the sex too much to worry about his brother's guilt. And then his brother was kissing him. The kiss was not too gentle, and it left no doubt in Sam's mind as to who was going to be the dominate one.
When the hand was removed from Sam's throat, he was almost dissapointed. He liked the feel of that strong hand holding him by his neck. It gave him a thrill to know that his brother could squeeze the life out of him if he wanted to. But then that hand came up under his ass, as a signal to climb aboard, and he was more than happy to oblige. When hips came up and wrapped around Dean's waist, he was pleasantly surprised to find that he wasn't the only one with a happy hardness in his pants. Dean lifted up Sam's shirt, and started biting him in the chest, the shoulders, and any place that he could reach that wouldn't be seen by anybody, knowing that the boy would like it. Sam gasped with the first bite, and his brother looked up at him with lust in his eyes, "Don't make a sound, Sammy. We don't want Dad to hear."
After a long time of struggling to stay quiet, Sam got a better grip on Dean's shoulders and started rubbing his cock against his big brother's. Soon Dean was grabbing his waist, so that he would keep still as he panted into his chest.
"What's wrong," Sam asked.
"I- I can't- I can't stay quiet if you keep that up!"
Sam smiled. It made him happy that he he could get a more experienced man so hot and bothered. He unwrapped his legs then, and asked to be let down. Once his brother removed his arms from around his waist, and back, he went all the way to his knees, and had Dean's cock in his mouth before the guy could react to his fly being opened. His tongue pressed along the bottom vein, then swirled around the tip, and along the ridge of the head. Then he was sucking again, bobbing his head back and forth along the shaft three or four times. Then it was back to the top again. Sam looked up into Dean's eyes as he flicked his tongue across the tip. He then sucked on the head, running his teeth gently across the sensitive skin, making his brother hiss in extasy.
When Dean's head fell back, he wanted to moan, but he held back. Instead his mouth opened in an audable gasp. When he looked back at his brother, those brown eyes were still looking up at him. He still sucking on his head. Sammy unwrapped his own appendage, and started stroking himself with his left hand, and placed his right along Dean's shaft. While Sam stroked him, he kept rubbing his lips and tongue along his head, teasing him. Dean hadn't ever been so turned on before. The complacent expression in Sam's eyes and the pre-come that was all over his lips made Dean want to fuck the kid untill he was gaging on his cock.
He wasn't sure if his thoughts were all over his face, but as soon as he thought of face fucking Sammy, the kid removed the hand from his shaft, and stuffed as much cock in his mouth as possible, which was almost all of it. He pulled back, and tried again. Sam was sucking his dick and almost gagging when he swallowed it. He grabbed some of Sammy's short hair, and pulled him off, when he felt like he was close to the edge.
"How did you learn to do all that, with the teeth, and the swirling tongue, and the sexy 'come fuck me' eyes?"
A shrug came as his answer, as Sam wiped the fluids off his face with his fingers. To Dean's continued amazement he then put those dirty fingers in his mouth and sucked them dry, as he looked at him. Those eyes said, 'you want me, don't ya?' Sam swallowed before answering. Dean watched his adams apple move as he did it, thinking on how some of what he swallowed had come out of his cock.
"To tell you the truth, I dreamt some of it. In my dreams you always moaned when I did this to you. I also noticed in the shower that it felt kind of good when I ran my fingernails lightly across the skin. So, I figured that teeth would feel real good too. I guess most of it could just be good instincts."
Sam stood from the ground, rubbed his brothers balls through the fabric of his boxers, sending a shiver through Dean.
"You want me, don't you," Sam whispered in his ear. He couldn't deny it now, he did.
"When I go back down there," Sam continued, "I want you to fuck my mouth, like a dirty little whore. Don't worry about choking me. Just remember that I like it rough."
Dean did as he was told. He had gone way too far to back out now. When he tried to take it easy on Sam, the boy would pull his hips forward, and choke himself on his cock. It was either Dean use the kid's mouth roughly or one of these times Sammy was going to pull his hips too far forward, and he'd trip over his jeans. He grabbed him from the back of the head, and fucked him hard, and deep, pulling out on occasion to make sure Sam didn't sufficate. On the fourth stop for air, Sam tilted his head back so that his brother couldn't put his cock back in.
"Wait," he panted, "Oh, fuck."
Dean knew what was happening. Sam's hands were down at his crotch, pumping his own dick with the speed of a jackhammer. He called out Dean's name in an almost breathless moan as hot semen hit Dean's legs and boxer shorts. Dean got an idea, and he didn't know where it came from.
"Lick it up," he said, and the look he gave Sam was one that brook no arguements. It turned Dean on to watch Sammy do as he said, as if he were his own personal sex slave.
Starting at the lowest mark, Sam did as he was told. He licked up the streak beside Dean's left knee, then the spon on the thigh, then he sucked on the leg hole of the boxers. He licked up the other two wet spots on his underwear. The last one was right in front of the balls, which gave him an idea.
Dean had started stroking himself while Sam had been working on cleaning up. Sam removed the hand, and carefully removed the piece of clothing, and pulled them down to expose Dean's shaved jewels to the cool Louisiana air. He couldn't really say that he was surprised that his brother kept himself shaved, as he went in to suck on his nut sack. He wasn't teabagging for very long before his brother stopped him.
"Oh, fuck! Sam, I can't stay quiet with you doing that. I don't even know how I'm going to keep quiet when I come, but we need to finish this up before someone wakes up and sees us."
With that statemen, Sam went back to work on sucking Dean's cock. When he came, Sam heard his brother say "oh shit" a lot. Sam swallowed every last drop, and wiped his face with the back of his hand.
When the boys entered the room again, their father didn't move a muscle. He was passed out drunk. When they lay down again, they stared wide eyed at each other. Now that the deed had been done, they could hardly believe that it had happened. Finally Dean spoke.
"We never speak of this in the light of day."
"Of course. Do you think I'm stupid or something?"
"And we never do anything like this again."
"Good night Dean," Sam said before flipping over.
Of course Dean hadn't missed the fact that Sam hadn't agreed with him on not doing it again. There was nothing he could really do about that though. His resolve just had to be stronger than Sam's seduction technic. He worried about when Sam was going to pounce next, and wether he'd be able to withstand the temptation. He worried, and worried, then he dozed off for another two hours of sleep.