"Ok, well I'm off to the library to find something on the guy if there is anything, are you going to be ok?"

"I'll be fine dad," Dean said, with a laugh at the bitchface Sam pulled at the joke.

"Real funny I would insist that you come with me, but since I would just end up doing all the work and you would just end up annoying the piss out of me with your constant fidgeting," Sam said, slipping an over shirt over his tee-shirt.

"Yea pretty much," Dean said. "And stay off the porn sites,"

"Wait don't you mean off your precious computer?"

"No, I mean off the porn, if you need to get on it for if you think of something go ahead just lay off the porn,"

"I can do that," Dean smirked. "Well try to,"

"What ever jerk," Sam said, picking up the keys to the impala and heading to the door.

"Bitch and take care of my baby,"

Sam just rolled his eyes and headed out the door closing it behind him. Dean laid in bed until the heard the last of the rumble of the impala engine and then got up. Looking out the window, he made sure Sam was gone and opened up the laptop. For a while now he was feeling some very unbrotherly feelings for the taller male. At first he tried to ignore them and for a while slept with damn near twice as many women as before. They just didn't hold his appeal though. He wanted lanky and muscular, not soft and curvy. He sometimes would go and pick up some willing guy and bring them back, but he didn't have time for that. Gay men were as picky if not more than women at times and he didn't want to deal with it at all.

Going to a local call girl and guy sight that he had seen in the papers, he put in his "order". Sure the male that it came up with didn't look anything like Sam, but the hair was very near similar and when they were on their knee's facing away from him, that was enough. After putting in the motel and room, credit card number and all that, he hit send and a message popped almost instantly. It said in about 20 minutes the person would be there.

Clearing the browser history, Dean put the lap top away and made sure all guns and things were hidden. That was the last thing that he needed was for the guy to think he was going to kill him.

Nineteen and a half minutes later there was a small knock on the door, that made Dean jump lightly. Getting up he quickly opened the door and the guy smiled at Dean, no dimples of course.

"Dean I presume?" The guys voice was way to different that Sam's, but Dean tried not to dwell on it to much.

"That's right," He said, stepping to the side as he came into the room and then shut the door.

"And what is my name tonight?" He slipped his shirt off, then his shoes and Dean was glad he was a bit muscled.

"Sam," Dean said flatly.

"And what am I to call you? I wont judge that's not what I'm paid for,"

"Big brother," He said, slipping his own shirt off and pulling 'Sam' to him.

The guy was about the same height as Dean so it was a bit bothersome, but when he closed his eyes, it was Sam. Their lips mashed together as Dean pushed 'Sam' towards the bed. Climbing on the bed Dean pushed their hips together and let out a moan at the feeling. Sitting up, he messed quickly rid 'Sam' of his pants, seeing there wasn't a pair on underwear under them.

"On your hands and knee's," He said and saw 'Sam' shiver.

The other male complied as Dean took his lower clothing off and got the lube and a condom. Looking over 'Sam' made his cock jump a little at the sight that was presented before him, that it looked almost exactly like Sam.

"Do I have to prep you?" Dean asked, rubbing the mans hips.

"Not if you don't want to big brother, I'm ready for you now,"

A shiver of pleasure ran through Dean hard at hearing the thoughts from his dreams, if not in a different voice. Slipping the condom on and lubing himself up, Dean slipped his hands over 'Sam's' hips. Lining himself up, he slipped the head of his cock into 'Sam', their moans mingling.

"Yea baby boy, you feel so good," Dean moaned, pushing all the way into him.

"Fuck big brother, you feel better," 'Sam' gasped and panted.

Dean growled a moan low in his throat as he started moving in and out of the wet heat. More moans filled the room fast as Dean started slamming faster into 'Sam' since he didn't want to really take to long. Reaching around, he wrapped his hand around the long haired males cock and started moving it in times with his thrusts. 'Sam's' moans were muffled lightly by the pillow his face was in as his body started shaking as he came on the bed under him.

"Oh fuck Sammy," Dean yelled out as he came, filling the condom.

Pulling out carefully, Dean tossed the condom away and pulled on his pants as the other guy got dressed.

"250 right?" Dean asked, pulling out the money from his duffel.

"That's right," 'Sam' smiled.

Dean handed over the money and the guy pocketed it.

"Would you like one more kiss or would you like me just to leave?"

For a few seconds Dean looked conflicted, but stepped up to the guy and slipped one hand in his hair, the other on his hip. Pulling him close, Dean let his eyes close and kissed 'Sam'. His tongue had barely started playing with each others when a startled voice broke them apart.

"Dean?"

Turning around, Dean's wide eyes landed on the a very startled Sam, who's arms were full of books.

"Sammy," Dean said, in a bit of a choked voice.

"Well that's my cue to leave," The guy said and slipped out with out either really noticing him or the click of the door closing.

"What the hell man?" Sam said, lying to books on the table.

"Can't a man want a little company?" Dean said, trying to shrug in a non caring manner.

"I heard you Dean," Sam said softly.

All color drained from Dean's face as he looked at his little brother. "What?"

"I heard you call out Sammy, I thought I was just hearing things, but walking in on you kissing someone that for a moment I mistook for me," He said, pointing at the door. "And it wasn't just kissing either,"

Dean opened and closed his mouth a few time, but no kind of explanation came out, following Sam's eyes to the bed where it was still stained with the other man's cum.

"Is there something you need to tell me Dean?"

"I think it should be pretty obvious," Dean said, scrubbing his hair a little.

"Tell me,"

"I want you Sammy, I have for a while now,"

"Want me how, just to fuck?" Sam said, crossing his arms.

"No," Dean sighed.

"No?"

"No ok, I want so much more and it's wrong I know, but you have always been the most important person in my life and that's not going to change,"

Sam tilted his head to the side watching Dean struggle with the words.

"At first it bothered me to no end, wanting my little brother in non brotherly ways, but it makes sense,"

"How?"

"We have been through more shit than most people even want to think about and were still here. Anybody that gets close to us ends up hurt since we have to move so much to keep this world safe. Also we don't have to hide what we are, since the other is at the same time,"

"I see,"

"Would you do something?" Dean asked, sighing a little.

"Huh?" Sam looked confused.

"Go ahead, throw a punch I know you want to, I won't even try to hit you back," He said, opening his arms.

Sam uncrossed his arms and stepped forward as Dean let his eyes slip shut. He heard Sam let out a breath and waited for the pain in his jaw or stomach.

What he didn't expect was the feel of Sam's hands on the side of his neck, nor his lips pressed against his.

Dean's eyes snapped open, looking up into Sam's unique eyes, his green ones wide with shock.

"Sammy?"

"Go take a shower after you get rid of those sheets," Sam said, only stepping back slightly. "Don't forget to brush your teeth,"

"What, Sammy?" Dean said, even more confused.

"Do it," Sam said, moving away from Dean and sitting at the table.

Dean tried a few more times to get Sam to talk, but Sam just went on ignoring him. Letting out a small sigh, he stripped the sheets off the bed and tossed them in a heap on the floor. Heading into the bathroom he made quick work of brushing his teeth and then slipped into the shower. He stayed under the water till it ran cold and when he came out he was a little surprised to see a pair of new pants sitting where the old one's had been. Drying off a bit, he slipped the new ones on. Walking out into the room, Sam was sitting on the edge of the bed and looked up when Dean walked in.

"Well I'm all showered just like you asked,"

"I can see that,"

"Can I ask why?"

Sam stood and made his way over to Dean and wrapping one arm around his neck, the other hand slipping into Dean's back pocket.

"You smelled like him," He said in a bit of a growl.

"What?"

"How dense are you Dean?"

Dean's eyebrow's crinkled together slightly, trying to ignore Sam's crotch bumping into him lightly. "What?"

"Did you think that if you noticed all those things you said, that I wouldn't realize them too?"

His mouth just opened and closed a few times, not daring to believe that Sam actually felt the same way.

"I can't say that I love you more than a brother right now, because that takes time, but I do want you," Sam said, leaning forward and brushing their lips together.

Dean gasped a little letting Sam flick his tongue in, making Dean shiver this time.

"Really?" Dean asked, when he got his breath back.

"Really big brother," Sam nipped at his bottom lip.

"God," Dean gasped as his hands grabbed Sam's waist.

"You can call me Sam or Sammy if you like," He smirked.

"You little,"

What ever Dean was going to call him was cut off by Sam's hungry mouth sealing over his. All traces of anything but lust and a weaker shadow of love were gone from his mind as their lips worked together.

"Sammy," Dean felt himself, what he would never admit, whimper against Sam's lips.

"What do you want Dean?"

"I want you,"

"I'm right here," Dean more felt the smirk that saw it.

"I want to be in you,"

"Why don't you just call that whore back?"

"Sammy, please?"

Sam smirked again and pulled back from Dean making him huff lightly, until Sam pulled his shirts off. Pulling Dean to him, their warm chests bumped together making the shorter Winchester harder.

"How bad do you want me, big brother?" The question ghosted out against Dean's lips.

"Bad Sammy, so bad,"

"You wanna be deep inside me?" Sam's nails dragged over his back lightly.

A moaning nod was the only answer he was able to give him.

"How hard would it make you to think of me stretching myself in the shower and when you are dead asleep?"

Dean's legs trembled slightly as his cock jolted in the jeans he was wearing. "Fuck Sammy,"

"I heard you say you wanted to already, no need to get pushy,"

"Sammy, please, I need to be in you,"

Sam chuckled low in his throat and started moving back to the bed, pulling Dean with him. Stopping at the side of the bed, he slid his hands down the other's chest and undid the denim prison. Every time Dean's hands would try to help get Sam's off quicker, he would stop all together.

"Sammy," Dean huffed.

"You're lucky I don't tie you to one of those chairs and make you watch me finger myself, moaning your name,"

A broken moan that turned into a whimper slithered out of Dean's mouth.

"Thinking about it, I might do that someday," Sam smirked and crashed their lips together again.

Dean's hands wouldn't leave Sam's long hair as the male pushed his own pants off and ground their naked cocks together.

"How do you want me Dean?"

"On your back baby boy,"

"You sure, you don't want my ass up in the air, just waiting for you,"

"Next time, I want to see your face when you come around my cock," Dean growled out.

This time it was Sam got the shivers down his back as he pulled away from Dean and crawled on the bed. Reaching under the pillow he pulled out a bottle of lube and handed it to Dean.

"When was the last time you finger fucked yourself?" Dean asked, running his hand along Sam's spread thigh.

"Hmm about 20 minutes ago," Sam smirked as Dean's eyes went wide with surprise and lust.

"All ready for me huh?" He asked, popping the lube open and coating his cock with it.

"More than you know," Sam licked his lips watching his brother touch himself.

Once he was lubed up, he closed the bottle and tossed it on the bedside table and moved closer between Sam's legs.

"Ready for my cock?"

"Just get in me," Sam said in a low, turned on voice.

Not wasting anymore time, Dean grabbed Sam's hips and pushed slowly into him. The heat and pressure around his cock sparked arousal and lust deep through out him.

"Fuck baby boy, you feel so fucking amazing,"

"Better than that whore?" Sam asked, spreading his legs wide for Dean to push in deep.

"So much better, the best I've ever felt," He panted as he moved fully into Sam.

"Fuck yea Dean," Sam said, at the sweet pleasurable pain.

"Can I move?" Dean asked, leaning down and capturing Sam's lips.

"I'll kill you if you don't," Sam mumbled against Dean's naturally pouting lips.

Slipping his tongue into Sam's mouth, he pulled back almost to the tip of his cock and pushed back in. Their lips stayed together until their moans started slipping through and heavy breathing was a constant noise.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck," Sam moaned loudly as the head of Dean's cock rocked over his prostate.

"Yea baby, moan for me," Dean husked out, letting his mouth slide over Sam's throat.

As his teeth met the sweaty, strained skin Sam moaned more, he body shaking with the pleasure. Dean's mouth didn't leave Sam's neck until there was a deep mark on his neck, one that made a statement. Sam was his and no one had better fuck with that.

"Dean, harder please harder," Sam moaned, his nails finding purchase on Dean's shoulders.

"Anything for you," Dean moaned as his hips started moving faster and harder into Sam.

The moans in the room increased as Dean's hand found his brothers length and started stroking it.

"Do you want to come for me?"

"Yes Dean, oh yes,"

"Then come for me, let me feel you baby boy,"

Sam let out another earth shaking moan as his cum shot out over Dean's hand and his own stomach. The extra tightening of Sam's inner most muscles around him, caused a growling moan to slip from his lips. It only took a few more thrusts before Dean followed Sam and came harder then he could ever remember.

As he all but collapsed on Sam, Dean's breathing was labored against the skin of his neck and upper chest. When he finally came out of his blissful state, he pulled reluctantly out of Sam, making them both shiver. Grabbing a towel out of the bathroom he was fast to clean them both up. Slipping into the bed next to him, Dean couldn't help but worry about how quite Sam was being.

"You ok?" Dean asked and Sam turned towards him.

"All this time I could have had you," Sam mumbled, kissing Dean's chin lightly.

"Well you have me now and I'm not going anywhere,"

"You better not," Sam smiled and wiggled closer, bringing their lips together.

'Never'

~*~*~*~Authors Note~*~*~*~

Oh my what is this? A story from me that is over 1,000 words? OVER 2,000? What ever came over me?

I have no idea lmao

This was just a random idea about Dean hiring a whore that had hair like Sam's and ... poof.

Hopefully this is the breakthrough I needed from fricken short ass stories

I hope you like it

I don't own Supernatural