A/N: Hello, lovely readers! I went through a brief couple of days where I had the kind of writer's block that prevented me from coming up with more chapters of my other two stories. So, I just sat down in front of the computer screen and this came out of nowhere...like, literally nowhere. This'll only be a couple of chapters, I'm thinking five at the most. There's no plot that I could see. I just felt like writing smut. I tried to do a top!sam one but I like top!dean way too much for that. Anyway, I hope you like it. I should have more chapters of my other stories up for you in a couple of days. R&R! :)

Sam's POV

It started out harmless enough: little strokes along the thigh when Dean and I were sitting on the couch and dad was out of the room, steamy glances from across the dinner table, soft kisses along the back of my neck when we had no choice but to share a bed. Sure it was a bit odd, but I didn't really pay much attention to it at first. I mean, Dean and I have always been really close, so sue me if I didn't see a little brotherly affection as something to write home to daddy about. But as the years went on, I started to finally see that something wasn't quite right about my relationship with the great Dean Winchester. Little by little, I began noticing certain changes in the way Dean treated me. Eventually, what started off as harmless displays of emotion became something entirely different. It wasn't until my eighteenth birthday that things starting getting out of hand.

We were at some restaurant in Fennville, Michigan called the Blue Goose Café, socializing over a meal the way any normal family would (not that we would know anything about being normal) when dad stepped outside to take an important phone call. This left me and Dean up to our own devices, which wasn't a scary thing in itself now that I look back on it. Me and Dean were always by ourselves, our lovely father constantly ditching his two devoted sons for some lead on mom's death that never really went anywhere. I remember catching a glimpse of Dean's face as I sucked soda through a straw in my glass, the intense look he was giving me forcing an involuntary shiver up my spine. Placing my drink to one side, I folded my hands on the table and looked back at him with a mild curiosity. Normally his ogling was something I was extremely used to, having gotten used to the feeling of being watched whenever I ate something that made Dean hungrier than shit. But there was something different about this look, the hunger in his emerald eyes accompanied by something foreign that I wasn't really sure I liked. When it became unbearable, I finally addressed the pain in the ass I'd spent my life growing up with, my irritation shining through in every word that spewed from my sauce stained lips.

"What the hell are you staring at?"

Dean bit his lip and groaned in what sounded a hell of a lot like ecstasy, his heavy breathing intensifying as he leaned forward to run his finger over my knuckles. "Do you have any idea how sexy you look when you're eating spaghetti?"

I snorted in amusement, Dean's particular brand of humor something I'd lived with my entire life. "Yeah, yeah, yeah. Shut the fuck up and eat your dinner."

Dean studied me for a moment, the pupils of his eyes expanding to the point where black overrode the green. Licking his lips, he spoke again. "I wanna play with your cock, Sammy."

"Dean!" I hissed, leaning forward so that nobody could hear our conversation…if you could call it that. "What the fuck is wrong with you?"

"You're what's wrong with me, Sammy. Look at you with your lips all red from that sauce. The way you sucked that shit…makin' me wanna do all kinds a dirty things to you. Why don't you let me sit down next to you so I can put my hand inside your underwear and rub your prick raw."

"Goddamn it, Dean! Shut the fuck up. You want people to hear you?"

"Don't care if they hear me," he murmured, directing that godawful smirk my way like he always did. "I want them all to know you're mine. Don't need anyone puttin' their hands on my little Sammy. Now why don't you be a good little boy and let De suck on that big dick."

Any response I might have made to that was cut off as dad strolled back inside, slipping in the booth beside Dean. The guilty look on his face forced a sound in the back of my throat that sounded embarrassingly like a whimper. That look signified future regret, leading me to believe that I was once again going to be left alone with my brother. Usually that wouldn't have bothered me but uh…well, when you spend the last five minutes listening to your sibling express his desire to suck you off, any nonchalance you display about being alone with him kinda has a tendency to disappear.

"That was an old hunting buddy of mine. I got to assist him with a case so you boys are gonna have to wing it by yourselves for a couple of days….Sam? You okay there buddy?"

My head whipped up to stare at my father, little beads of sweat trickling down my forehead. "Huh? Oh, yeah. I'm uh…I'm fine."

"You sure? You look like you've seen a ghost."

"He's just feelin' a little under the weather today dad," Dean replied. "Don't worry, he's gonna be just fine. De's gonna take real good care of him. Isn't that right, Sammy?"

The predatory smile shot my way made me cringe in fear. How the hell was I supposed to spend an entire weekend with a brother who's only desire was to make me come? Just thinking about what he could do to me forced my head to fall on the table with a loud thud, misery and despair sinking into my body like a nasty virus.

"Right," I muttered.

"Okay, you boys got everything you need?"

I watched in agitation as dad shoved the rest of his clothes into his duffle bag, my OCD kicking in overtime at the thought of him not folding them first. For someone who prides himself on cleanliness, living in a house with two grown ass men who liked to throw their dishes in the sink and wait for someone else to do them was beyond frustrating. Add to that Dean's habit of leaving his used condoms for me to pick up and it was clear I had myself a recipe for disaster.

"We're fine dad," I replied bitterly.

"Is that Samuel I hear? God, is that kid always miserable?"

"Bunker Hastings!" I exclaimed, tackling the 200 pound biker to the ground. "You old son of a bitch! What the fuck are you doing here?"

Bunker was dad's best friend. Standing at 6'8, that dude was probably the scariest motherfucker I had ever seen. The only thing that made people not want to cower in a corner when he walked by was his amazing attitude toward most of the general population. He really was a great guy, which made me wonder why the hell he chose to associate with the Winchesters of all people. I mean, let's face it; we're not exactly the Osmond's.

"I'm the one who needs your dad's help, you little shit. Now get the fuck off me!"

Standing to my full height, I smiled fondly at the man lying lethargically on the ground. "So, looks like I win then, eh? God, you're getting old."

"You're a fuckin' Sasquatch, dude. Damn, John. What the hell are you feeding this kid?"

"I don't feed him anything. Makes me wonder if Mary might have had a little something on the side. It sure would explain how I got a kid who wasn't into anything he couldn't salt and burn."

"Very funny," I said, scrunching my nose up into the most epic bitchface I could muster. "So, what exactly do you need help with anyway, Bunker. Let me guess…vampire."

Bunker looked up incredulously. "Are you serious? What, just because I got bested by one vamp, now all of a sudden they're my weakness?"

"Um…yes."

"Then yes, I do need help with a vampire."

My chuckle was cut off as Dean walked through the doorway, six-pack of beer in one hand and a carton of cigarettes in the other. I felt my breath falter as I leered longingly at my handsome brother, his debauched appearance giving me a semi I couldn't exactly pretend was from something else. His spiky hair was pointed in all directions as if he'd just had sex, the fingers he used to run through the short strands stilling when he caught sight of my stare. A sinful smirk tugged at the corners of his full lips, the knowing glance he shot my way letting me know just what he thought about me eyeing him like he was a piece of prime rib. Dad and Bunker were on the other side of the room talking about lord knows what, giving Dean all the time he needed to reach a hand in between his legs and grab his crotch. He fell back against the wall with a tiny moan, his mouth working to form words that turned my cheeks a deep shade of crimson.

'This is gonna be inside you, Sammy.'

Clearing my throat, I practically ran across the room to where dad and Bunker were, stumbling over my own two feet on the way there. I heard Dean chuckle behind me, the sound of his laughter echoing through the tiny bedroom.

"Damn, Sammy. See, this is why I can't take you anywhere," dad laughed. "You're a fuckin' klutz."

"Well, maybe if Dean wasn't being such a pain in the ass, I wouldn't have to stumble over my boots trying to get away from him."

Bunker turned around to glare playfully at my brother, pointing a big finger his way. "Dean, you treat your brother right while we're gone, ya hear?"

Dean approached the rest of us slowly, making a show out of taking off his leather jacket just for me. "Oh, don't you worry, sir. I'm gonna treat Sammy real nice. I'ma treat him so fuckin' good. Give my baby brother everything he needs. Ya see, the thing is, I'd do anything for my Sammy…anything."

The way he stopped and looked me up and down before uttering that last word had me shivering in fear at what was to come when dad and Bunker walked out that door. I felt like I was on the top of a giant roller coaster, suspended in midair as I waited helplessly for that first drop.

Dad narrowed his eyes suspiciously at Dean. "Stop being a dick to your brother, dude. Now both of you get over here and give me a hug. It's about time me and Bunk headed out."

My legs felt like lead as I cautiously approached my old man, the sudden urge to tie him up so that he couldn't leave overwhelming. Wrapping my arms around him, I held on for dear life as he chuckled merrily, making some joke about me being a pansy. After a while, the poor guy had to pry me off of him. I guess I did get a bit overzealous…

"Alrighty, you little brats. Time for us to get the hell outta here. You boys take care a yourselves. Me and Bunker'll check in tomorrow so you bastards best pick up the damn phone, otherwise there is gonna be hell to pay."

I've heard a lot of unpleasant sounds in my life, but I swear that nothing could have prepared me for the sound of that door closing. It was so…final. My last protection from Dean was gone and there was nothing keeping him from me anymore. I was fair game now.

Turning around slowly, emerald clashed with hazel as me and my brother locked eyes with each other. For one brief moment, there was only silence. Then without warning, Dean started walking slowly towards me, his movements slow and cautious. With every step he took, I took a step back. It seemed like a good idea at the time, or at least it did until I found myself pinned against the wall with no means of escape. Leaning his head in, Dean slid his tongue up my neck as if I were a human lollipop. I whimpered pitifully as he put one hand on the wall right next to my head, using the other to slowly unzip his fly. He moaned quietly as he brought his lips up to mine, his warm breath making me tingle as he spoke.

"I want you, Sammy," he whispered. "I want you bad."

I gasped lustily against Dean's mouth, trying hard to fight my body's reaction to having him this close to me."Dean…please stop. I can't do this. I don't want it."

"Oh, yes you do. I can feel how much. Let me take you to bed, baby boy. Daddy wants to make his little Sammy come."

"No," I whimpered. "I don't want this, Dean. Now you get away from me or I'll tell dad exactly what you'd like to do to your little brother."

My threat seemed to have done the trick, the length between me and Dean growing as he slowly stepped back in shock at my sudden bravery. His surprise held a hint of something else…something that looked a bit like hurt. The vulnerable expression on his face lasted only a second more before it transformed into something I didn't like at all. He looked like a snake…and I was apparently the tasty mouse he wanted to devour.

"Ok, Sammy. I'll leave you alone…for now. But let me tell you this, baby; you're gonna want me inside you before this is all over, and I swear to you that by the time dad gets back, you're not gonna be able to walk right for a month. I'm gonna fuck you so good and so hard that you're asshole is never gonna feel right again. You're gonna feel me forever, little brother. I promise you that."

Giving me a kiss on the cheek (and making sure his lips lingered for longer than I would have liked), he walked to the door of our bedroom before turning around and looking back at me with so much want it took my breath away.

"Goodnight, Sammy," he murmured.

So, this is where I am now: naked, horny and jacking off in the dark to my brother's sleeping form. I don't know how the hell I got to this point, but one thing's for sure; there's only so many times I can resist Dean before I find myself giving in to temptation. Like it or not, I'm attracted to my brother. I'm…I'm attracted to my brother? Oh…crap.

Yep…this is gonna be some weekend.