Guilty Pleasures

Summary: After so much pressure and stress of dealing with regaining his soul to Lucifer in his head, to the Leviathans, Sam shocks Dean by wanting to try something different after so long of not doing anything. Will Dean give in if it means helping Sam? And if he does, what will it mean for them in the long run & what will Sam think when he learns of a little secret Dean's been keeping? / Dean and Sam (Will have Wincest) Set after 07x17 The Born Again Identity.

Warnings: Language of course. Also it will have explicit content since this is a Wincest piece. I'll also toss out a kink and minor bondage warning. Also this will go(hopefully) in the Dom/sub context so I'm not sure if that needs a warning but I'll throw it in to be safe.

Pairings: Dean/Sam

Disclaimer: I don't own anything but the imagination to come up with the plot.

A/N: First, thanks to a very good friend for the tidbits of information and details on the whole D/s scene. While nearly every piece of Wincest I do seems to have that aspect this will be the first piece where the boys actually get to explore that a little more and with a lot of luck and much overthinking I don't mess it up. Hope you guys enjoy this story.

Chapter One

"You want to do what?!"

Dean Winchester honestly thought and believed he'd heard it all over the years but the words that had just come out of his younger brother's mouth honestly floored him to the point that if he hadn't already been sitting down he probably would have fallen.

"I…I want you…wanted you to come to a…club with me," Sam repeated but more quietly since it had taken the biggest part of the day and night for him to work up the guts to broach this with his brother.

"That part I got fine. Repeat the last thing you said before my brain exploded," Dean was fairly certain that between getting his soul put back in, to having the wall in his head knocked down, to then having images of Lucifer running amok until just recently that his younger brother was still not operating on all cylinders. "The part where the words sex clubs and dominant and submissive all came out of your mouth."

Sam suddenly wished he could pull the whole conversation back as he felt the flush work up his neck, twisting the black band on his wrist that he'd started wearing again that was identical to the one his brother once worse as well.

"It's not too much different than what we do now since you're usually on top when we…" he began but sighed as Dean finally was able to find the ability to stand. "Dean…"

"Okay so I'll admit that neither one of us are much into the vanilla scene of things and haven't been in years but what we do is also not something I'd try in some club surrounded with strangers, Sam," Dean wasn't sure what had brought this up since he and Sam hadn't even broached the topic of that other side of their relationship since Sam's soul was restored. "Is this some leftover hangup from when you were running around as Robo-you?"

That was his only reasonable excuse for this sudden request since while he and Sam had been having sex for years, once Dean finally got over his own issues and fears, he'd never once considered the need to go to clubs or bars since normally when they did go to a bar they kept that side of things in the background since it was still illegal in 99% of the US.

Sam asking him to go to some BDSM club had come from left field since while Dean never denied which of them was the more dominant partner he had also never considered it anything more than his own basic personality taking charge when things happened between them.

To him it was big brother to little brother. Not dominant to submissive since he never once considered his 6'4" brother submissive in anything…except when in bed it did seem like Sam…

"No, it's not because of that," Sam was speaking, shooting a mild bitchface at the idea as he smirked. "Trust me, from what I know now if that side of me ever stepped into a club or bar of any kind it wouldn't be as a sub since he was pure Dom but…that's not what I want. It's not who I am."

"You're my brother and while we've gotten over a lot of my hangups over that whole issue we also agreed to avoid the whole gay bar/club scene for the very reason that despite what we do…neither of us are really gay," Dean had never been able to fully explain to himself why it was this way between them and he really didn't care so long as it didn't hurt Sam.

If anything that was one of the reasons he was balking at this since he'd seen enough TV and movies to suspect what went on and was not taking his little brother into that scene…except Sam was shaking his head.

"It's not about being gay or not and you're letting way too much TV color your judgment on the whole D/s scene," Sam knew his brother and accepted that dropping this on Dean probably wasn't the best way to go about it but after everything that had happened to him it seemed like his body was still in confusion to what was real and what happened during the time he'd been soulless.

"It's about trust and letting go for just a little while but…I…I get that you're not comfortable with it so…I can go to one by…myself," that wasn't Sam's first choice and it left him more than a little leery but he couldn't force this on Dean even though he suspected his brother would enjoy it if he understood it since to Sam his big brother was a natural Dom in every sense of the word.

"By yourself?" letting Sam out of his sight for five minutes wasn't high on Dean's list of things to do right then so the thought of letting him go to some kinky sex club to whatever with whoever didn't thrill him. "Just…just give me some time to think about this, Sam," he didn't understand the sudden urge since they hadn't even gone there again and a piece of Dean wondered if Sam still wanted to.

Now he was at a total loss and felt the desire to put some space between them so he could think and make a call. "I know our tastes in sex have always been different but normally I'm the one nudging stuff on you so…can you tell me what brought on this sudden desire to go pretend you're something you're not?"

Sam's eyes lifted then dropped, shaking his head in a little jerky way. "No…no reason," he murmured, deciding not to tell Dean the rest of it right then while wondering if his brother's aversion to this came from his natural aversion to all things he didn't understand or because things had changed that much between them. "You…you going out?"

"Just to grab dinner," Dean had wanted a beer but didn't want to leave Sam alone that long and needing to make a call more than he wanted beer. "Call me if you need anything?"

The case that had brought them to Georgia had been simple but since Sam was still recovering from whatever Castiel did to remove the damage Lucifer, the wall falling and everything else had done they were staying in town longer than normal…something that now Dean wasn't sure was a good plan.

"I will," Sam smiled a little since Dean was still in his manic hyper older brother protective mode and so was a little surprised when he felt the quick pass of lips over his cheek and the whispered 'Soon' in his ear.

Waiting until he'd heard the car they were using since they were still technically hiding the Impala, Sam moved to dig into the bottom of his duffel bag to remove the small box he still kept even though it had been years since he'd felt the urge to look at what it held.

The thin red leather collar with initials engraved in it hadn't been looked at or touched in more than five years since for some reason Sam hadn't felt the need after he and Dean had finally admitted the truth to each other shortly after Jessica's death, when Sam began hunting with his brother again.

Sam hadn't admitted to Dean a few other things but the biggest of those was that being a sub wasn't something he was unfamiliar with even if he suspected that things with Jessica had crossed a few lines at times but he was still new to a lot of things back then and hadn't known better.

Jessica was sweet and loving but as Sam knew she also had a darker side that came out when she wanted to play certain roles and it had been Jessica that had first introduced Sam to the world of doms and subs and the types of places one could go to indulge in that type of thing.

Not all of Sam's experiences had been good since Jessica tended to take the scene too far or would occasionally allow that side to enter into their real lives as well and while Sam had no problem with it in bed or at a club he did have issues when she let it get far and wanted the collar on all the time as proof of who he belonged to and Sam had balked at that.

No matter how much he loved Jessica and humored her, even back in college he'd known that he'd only belong to one person, he would only want to wear a collar or something full time if that person put it on him and Sam suspected that Dean was nowhere close to hearing that.

He'd gone to school in California not only because of the scholarship but also because it was so hard to want his brother in that way and fear Dean's rejection.

Sam had finally hooked up with Jessica to try to put the feelings away and had agreed to her secret lifestyle because it offered a sort of release for him that he couldn't find any other way but trust was a huge issue in that community and trust for Sam had never come easy unless it was with his brother.

After Jessica's death, Sam had put it behind him and after he'd finally admitted his feelings to his brother and Dean got over the initial shock and basic protect instinct to face his own feelings, the collar and leash that had belonged to Jessica had been stored away because Dean was such a natural Dom that playing a scene or going to a club hadn't been needed.

Now with everything that had been happening, it seemed like Sam's whole body was still confused since while he'd been soulless there wasn't a submissive bone in him but his basic instinct was not dominant and now he needed to almost learn again and that meant facing a club scene but a sub going in alone was asking for trouble.

"Damn it," he whispered, slumping between the beds to run the collar between his fingers and suddenly wishing he could find a way to ask his brother what he really wanted to but figured between losing Bobby, worrying over him, fighting the Leviathans that Dean didn't need to find out anything else that would make him consider taking off.

The parking lot, a hour later:

"He wants you to what?"

Wincing when Cassie Robinson's voice seemed to echo through his head, Dean rubbed his eyes. "That's basically what I said," he sighed.

In their lives as hunters there were still very few people that either Dean or Sam had to talk to openly, especially since the recent death of their longtime friend Bobby Singer, and it would probably shock the hell out of Sam to know that his older brother still kept the lines of communication open with his long ago one time girlfriend but since he'd told her what his Dad did and he and Sam had helped her out before, Cassie always seemed to listen and offer words of advice that while not always welcome were able to open his eyes.

"I think between losing his soul to having hallucinations of Lucifer nearing driving him insane, my baby brother is having some kind of…personality issue or something," Dean went on, stretched out over the front seat with his back against the passenger door so he could still see their motel room from where he'd parked upon returning.

"Umm, my disbelief isn't from the fact that Sam asked you to go to a club as his Dom, Dean," Cassie spoke back up, tapping a pencil on her desk as she leaned back to smile a little and picture the reaction this was going to get. "I was surprised that he hadn't already asked you before now since it's a little rare for a natural sub like Sam to go without any type of Dom in his life…unless there's something you're not telling me."

Frowning and glad he wasn't drinking, Dean blinked. "What? No, there's…okay maybe there is," he admitted, not wanting to get that far into confession city right then when he chose to pounce of what else she said. "What do you mean a 'natural sub like Sam'?" he demanded. "Hel-lo? This is my hard headed little brother. There isn't a submissive bone in that kid or else he and Dad wouldn't have fought so damn much."

"Dean, get your head out of your ass and away from TV and porn. You can be a sub and still be hardheaded and stubborn. It's not a lifetime thing for most though for some it can be if it's what they choose," she replied, trying to find a way to explain this simply. "Did you ever wonder why you and I butted heads so much? We're both natural Doms that there was no way it would work with us…even if you lived a halfway normal life.

"But that's also how I recognized that Sam was a submissive type from the first second I met him. Yes, he's probably bitchy and stubborn but that's the Winchester in him but the bigger part of him, the side you probably don't see very often, is a natural sub. Does he still wear a collar?" she asked, sighing at the low growl she heard. "Of course you wouldn't know."

Pushing up now Dean felt his fingers grip the phone tighter. "What collar?" he asked tightly, shivering at the thought. "My brother would not wear…"

"When you guys were down here last time, when I met him, he still had the mark of a collar on his neck, Dean. So he had a Dom before he began hunting again but I can guess he must not wear it if you haven't seen it. Plus, I can't see him wearing one full time unless…" Cassie stopped there since she suspected that if Dean didn't understand this than he wouldn't understand what she could tell him. "Will you take him?"

"Not if I can get out of it," Dean returned, still thinking on what she was saying. "He said he'd go alone and…damn it, Cassie! I'm not deaf!" he snapped at the shout.

"No, but you sure as hell are blind and stupid!" the young woman snapped, no longer interested in the article she was writing as she shot to her feet to stalk the office. "You let Sam go to a club without a Dom firmly in control of him and if he's not wearing your collar or something to mark him as being owned and he'd be jumped by any number of Doms there and some of them won't give a crap, Dean.

"You want to protect Sam? You want to keep him safe? Then you better find a way to give him what he needs and go there with him but make damn certain you're shooting off your usual amount of macho BS so people will know he belongs to you," Cassie calmed down in the time it took Dean to stop choking.

Because this wasn't the first time she and Dean had talked, Cassie knew some of the stuff the Winchester brothers had been facing and dealing with and she suspected what was bringing this sudden desire back to Sam but the issue was to explain it to his brother in a way Dean could grasp.

"Dean, I know what you think the D/s scene is but it's not. It's a way to give both participants something they need in a way that they might not be comfortable with in a normal setting," she began slowly. "The club scene is a good way to experience that with or without getting involved and it's also a place to go to enact it since the club owners ensure it's a safe zone.

"Some subs will go there to find a Dom to help them work out a scene or get what they need or think they need but since the trust between a sub and the Dom is crucial it takes some time because there are some Doms out there that give the culture a bad rap and that's what I fear Sam may find if he's grasping," Cassie was surprised she wasn't being interrupted but knew Dean's love for his brother would always outweigh his own uneasiness. "Are you two still having sex?"

Certain his head would explode before the night was over, Dean groaned while noticing that Sam kept pacing the room as if watching for something and realized he was probably waiting for him to get back. "Geez, don't sugarcoat it or anything, Cassie," he muttered, narrowing his eyes as he took in the nervous little ways his brother was shifting. "I never said we were to begin with so…"

"Dean, it was so clear how Sam felt for you I wanted to slap you in the head for not seeing it yourself and I figure he was able to shift away from the clubs because you're a Dom without even realizing it and that would be what would help to keep him balanced," Cassie returned. "I figure he's confused now since that all happened and he's trying to find that balance again which is why he asked you to go with him.

"You dominate naturally and that's what he's looking for but if it's been awhile since you two did anything and he's unsure that could also be why he wants the club because in a full on D/s place it's not only about sex but about control and while you may think you're the one in control it's actually the sub with all the power because they choose what happens…Dean?" she frowned when there was nothing but silence. "Dean, what's…"

"It's always been about what Sam wants or doesn't want, Cassie," Dean spoke more softly as things began to dawn on him. "Even from the first night I've never done anything I didn't think he'd like or stopped before we crossed that last line even if he said he was alright. Sonuvabitch."

Cassie could see the little light bulb going off over Dean's head right about now and her smile was soft. "You two are natural with each other, Dean. You two may fight because you're brothers and both strong willed but on the other side of things you're the only true person he probably still trusts to be able to let go with and know that you won't take it too far. Where are you guys?"

"Huh? Oh, outside of Augusta, Georgia," Dean had to think to recall that since his mind was splitting between everything else and watching Sam in the window.

He hadn't taken their relationship back there yet because he was trying to allow Sam to heal both physically and emotionally from everything the kid had been through. Now though Dean wondered if that had been his mistake because he hadn't bothered to explain that to Sam and had given his brother room to doubt if things had changed after all that had happened between them when he was soulless and the things since then.

Sam had never been comfortable or at ease the few times Dean had given him control in what they did and before the end he'd always managed to find a way so that Dean was back in charge but it had never hit him before why that was.

Now as he listened to Cassie and considered things he wondered if what was being said might not be true but it still bothered him a little what she'd said about the collar because he wasn't sure he liked the idea of anyone putting something on his little brother or having that kind of control over Sam…unless it was him.

"What?" he snapped after getting a shout in the ear again, realizing he'd drifted off again. "What club?"

"I said I know a club in that area that's owned by a friend of mine. I'm going to call him to let him know you guys may be stopping by and he'll look after you, explain things if you need it explained and keep the more aggressive people clear so you don't shoot anyone," Cassie was saying. "I'll also email your phone some more information and things you will need before you do this but…Dean, don't shut him out. At least try it," she urged, adding. "More than likely after one time back, once he understands who's back in control and if you go back to how it was, he'll be fine."

Except Dean wasn't sure how 'fine' that was. He'd gone with his instincts since he was a teenager when it came to sex and only with Sam had he taken the time to consider what happened between them even when things got a little kinky.

Dean had always assumed Sam's sex life was vanilla and basic and had worked two months after that first time to try something different with his brother. Sam had been so damn receptive that it had never even occurred to Dean why that was.

He'd only thought it a little weird the one time when his brother had freaked a little when a night of kink had included the inclusion of a gag and blindfold but had tossed both items at the first sign of real fear on Sam's face.

Cuffs, ropes, hell even knives didn't bother his brother but those two items had to the point that Dean had called that night's activities off to just hold Sam until he'd calmed down and had finally excused it from being left over phobias from dark events of Sam's life…now he wasn't so sure.

Giving Cassie's email a brief look, Dean closed his eyes as he took in her suggestions but what really got him the most was that most of them were things he already seemed to do except the tips for the club scene had a more formal tone to them but mainly just stressed his control over both the situation and Sam.

The only thing he was uncertain of was the one thing and he figured he could play that one by ear until he got a better handle on this because if this was really what his brother wanted to do or needed to do then he would have no trouble at all making certain everyone else knew who Sam belonged to.

As Dean slid back behind the wheel to start the car, another one he hated, to drive it back to in front of the motel, he wondered if it might not also be time to see if his brother also understood who he belonged to after all these years and issues.

The door was thrown open even before he'd gotten out with the bags of food. "Sorry it took so long. The damn place was packed with teenagers and…how in the hell did Dad and Pastor Jim stand us at that age?" he rolled his eyes, not letting on that he'd been in the lot for the past twenty minutes as he also took in the look the relief that flashed over his brother's face. "You okay, Sammy?"

"Yeah, just…wondering what was taking you so long," Sam shrugged, taking the bags of food to smell the flavors of actual food and not just fast food stuff his brother normally brings back. "I…I was getting worried that…"

Shutting the door to remove his jacket, Dean could still read Sam like a book and knew his brother was worried that he'd taken off and might not be back after all the stuff that had happened lately and from what he'd asked of him earlier.

A little calmer after talking with Cassie and realizing that perhaps he was making a bit too much out of this Dean blew out a breath. "We need to talk about this."

Once again wishing he'd kept his mouth shut and just gone off one time when Dean was either sleeping or busy, Sam's hands shook a little as he tried not to drop a container of broiled chicken with broccoli and rice. "I'm sorry I brought it up, Dean. I thought it would be…interesting but I should have made certain after all this time that you were still…"

The food dropped to the table when Sam found himself turned so his back was pressed against the door as hot but soft lips claimed his mouth in a way he'd only allowed himself to feel in dreams lately and couldn't quite hold in the low sounds that wanted to escape.

"Do not finish that thought," Dean warned him in a low voice, continuing to lightly bite his way down Sam's neck until finding the one spot he wanted most and drawing the skin slowly into his mouth to suck on it until he knew a mark would form and moving on to the other side to repeat it.

By this time, Sam's focus had gone from surprise at his brother's sudden move to not being able to think clearly like it normally happened and went to reach for Dean only to hear the warning growl and something seemed to click in him.

"I know it looked like things had changed because I haven't touched you or said anything but I was trying to give you the time to get used to just being you again but now I need to know something," Dean pressed a little closer and this time paid attention to the way his brother held himself or moved when he ran his fingers around to curve over the back of his neck. "Do you want this?"

Sam began to shoot a bitch face only to see the change in his brother's eyes and began to realize he wasn't talking about the usual, feeling his heart skip. "Yes," he murmured then caught the raised eyebrow. "Yes, Dean," he repeated but in a voice that he hoped didn't shake. "This is what I want…what I need but…"

"If I agree to this, if I agree to Dom for you in some club…we do it right and that means you tell me what you like or don't like or what you don't want to do and we stop when you either say to or I feel you've hit that point because like any other time between us I will not push you too far," Dean's green eyes were firm as he let his eyes drop to Sam's throat to run a light touch across it. "Have you done this before?"

Not expecting the question, Sam started to tense only to still when his brother's other hand just touched the center of his chest like he would when trying to calm him down but this touch meant to stop and Sam couldn't quite still the feeling building in his chest as he began to understand Dean was considering this more seriously.

"Tell me the truth or we're not doing this," Dean warned, needing to understand and needing to know so he could judge his own actions better and so he'd know what to do.

"A few times…with Jessica," Sam admitted, wanting to touch since his hands were still flat against the door and Dean was so close but long ago learned lessons kept him still. "She…liked the scene and about a month after we started dating she talked me into going to a club," he started to look down only to realize that was one thing his brother didn't like.

With Jessica he'd always have to keep his eyes or head down unless she said otherwise but it seemed like Dean wanted his eyes on him because every time he dropped his head or eyes his brother was inching it back up.

"Look at me at all times, little brother," Dean told him, voice level and firm as he nodded for Sam to continue. "Tell me about it."

"Jess was already in the community when she brought me in so I listened to her on what to do, what not to do and mostly I think it was right since only once did she get corrected by the man who ran the club but that was probably my fault because I panicked when she left the gag in too long and I couldn't see or hear," Sam bit his lip a little as he recalled one of his bad experiences with subbing. "The man explained she didn't stop when she should have and I had no way of even using the safe word…which I kind of think was Jess's point since she tended to get a little…intense at times."

Dean was taking mental notes and also understanding why Sam had gotten upset that one time. He also wasn't sure he liked knowing about this other side of Jessica. "Did she make you wear something?" he knew that was a broad question but figured he may as well get a handle on the dress code or give Cassie another call once he had Sam settled for the night.

"She preferred tight outfits when we went out to the club since I flat out refused to wear leather in anything but cuffs or the collar…Dean?" he felt the tightness work through his brother and held his breath while nodding to his duffel. "For a sub a collar is almost a safety thing to keep other Doms from trying to muscle in but I wasn't always thrilled with the leash thing because like I said Jess tended to get a bit carried away."

Stepping back, Dean kept his hand flat on Sam's chest a moment longer while catching his brother's eyes. "Stay," he ordered in a tone that normally Dean only had when they'd both been at it awhile and smirked a little at the tiny shiver that worked its work over Sam's body.

Going over to see the box on top of the duffel, he pulled it out to open it and view the thin red leather collar but it was when he turned it over in his hands to catch sight of the engraving on the inside along with the initials on the outside that he felt his lips curl in a sneer.

"Really?" he didn't say anything this time when Sam's face colored and his chin dropped to his chest.

"She thought it was cute. Said it was a joke," though just by the way Sam's voice softened it was clear that he still didn't like the engraving on the inside of the collar and wished he'd buried it before his brother could see it but knowing if he could get Dean to do this that it may be needed. "I kept it but never really messed with it since we…y'know…but if we have to use it…"

His eyes glittered in a dangerous way as he read the engraving again. 'Sam Winchester, if lost returned to Jessica Moore.' Dean looked between the collar with matching leash to his brother before tossing both aside with a low sound that could've been a growl or a curse.

"No, if something like that's needed then we'll handle it but I am not putting that back on you," Dean decided firmly and guessed another call to Cassie would be needed or he could just call on that friend she mentioned as he walked back over to where Sam was still standing against the door. "Look at me, Sammy."

Instantly hazel eyes shot up and Dean's smile was calm when he leaned in to press a kiss over Sam's lips again and could feel the strain in his brother's body from not moving. "Did you want to wear that collar, Sam?" he asked casually, lightly teasing a hand down Sam's chest to stop before going too far and hearing the soft moan.

"No…had to wear it for the club but…" Sam's head fell back against the door at the feel of Dean's lips brushing teasingly over his chest. "…she wanted me to wear it all the time and wouldn't. God, I've missed this," he whispered, thoughts losing focus faster which is why he didn't realize when he spoke again. "Only ever wanted to you wear a collar fulltime if…mmm, you put it on me."

Dean's eyes shot up but he managed not to let on how that simple statement hit him in several different ways. This whole conversation was taking his thoughts to areas he'd never fully allowed himself to go before but he couldn't deny the hotness of seeing Sam wear something that marked him definitely as his.

"You'd want to wear something I put on you, Sam?" he asked, voice slipping to the deep and husky tone it often could and if he wasn't careful he'd take this too far tonight and now that Dean was leaning more in the direction of Sam's idea he wanted to wait.

Slowly dragging his eyes open to look down; Sam nodded while watching the heat raise in Dean's eyes. "Always wanted that," he admitted softly, swallowing the lump that came in his throat at the sight of his brother's tongue licking his lips while staring at him. "I've wanted that since before…ummm" he suddenly had a flash that he might be talking too much and tried to shut up but knew it was too late when Dean's lips curved.

"I'll get that out of you later," he promised, offering another kiss before stepping back to eye the food on the table. "Time to eat."

Catching Sam's expression, Dean smiled while curving a hand around his brother's neck to ease his tense body away from the door. "We'll do this but on my terms and after I make sure we can do it right," he told Sam, nudging him into a chair before crouching down so they were on eye level since he needed to make one thing clear to his brother. "Listen to me."

Sam was still trying to adjust his body to the need to listen to the tone of voice used but it was hard when all his body wanted right then was to feel his brother's touch. "What?" he knew he sounded cranky and winced since that tone at a club would not be tolerated and could bring backlash on Dean.

"I still don't know as much as I should about this whole Dom/sub thing but I want you to understand that the only time you're submissive around me over anything is when we're in bed or at a place where you need to be," lifting a hand to smooth some hair out of Sam's face, Dean felt his brother turn his cheek into the touch more. "I'll give you what you need and want, Sammy. I'll try to be what you need but like I told you once whatever is between us now, like this, you will always be my little brother and I'll look out for you but I never want you to be anything that you aren't comfortable with. Okay?"

"You've always been what I've needed you to be, Dean," Sam replied quietly, having a hard time speaking since for some reason that choked him up. "I…I just need to try this one more time…with you…and then we can do what we've always done…if you still…I mean…"

Smirking as he pushed to his feet, Dean let his fingers stroke over Sam's arm before sitting his food in front of him. "I'll be in a cold shower all night and you're doubting if I still want you? Sometimes I think I need to have you checked for a concussion, Sammy."

Blinking, now Sam could see the bulging erection that Dean tried to shift away from as he sat down to grab his own dinner and he frowned. "Dean, I can…I mean I caused this so we can…"

"No, I have a plan and we're following it," Dean smiled in a way that caused Sam to catch his breath because it never failed to do that when his older brother gave his full and easy smile. "We've waited this long so a little longer won't kill us."

"You will…do this?" Sam was still wary since he didn't want to force his brother into anything but relaxed a little as Dean's hand reached over to squeeze his wrist.

"We will but on my terms and on my time, little brother," Dean understood the basic rules but wanted a bit more before he committed because he would not place Sam in harm's way either on a hunt or doing this. "Give me two days."

Patience was not Dean's best trait as Sam knew well so his brother's desire to wait was both surprising and frustrating since now that Sam knew he was still wanted and desired he really wanted to get back on an even keel emotionally and also he wanted to feel Dean like he used to.

Sam knew he could never explain why he needed this so much right then but he wanted to feel Dean take control without fear of being too rough or worrying too much that he'd break so this exploration into this new world was as much for Dean as Sam hoped it would be for him…if he could wait.

"Trust me, Sammy. I'll make it worth it," Dean waited until Sam had relaxed and was enjoying the food before starting in on his own and didn't miss the subtle differences just this little bit of time had made in his brother since it's been hard to get Sam to eat a lot lately but now it appeared as if his appetite had returned along with his appetite for something else. "Two days and we'll see if I can still pull this off."

Eating dinner along with the pie that had accompanied it made Sam much more tired than he'd expected to be or normally was since even though Lucifer was gone he still had some nightmares that would make sleep uneasy but tonight he crashed soon after falling on his bed with only one brief moment of wanting to ask Dean to stay on his bed.

"Soon, Sammy," Dean whispered, ghosting a hand and a kiss over his brother's forehead before grabbing his phone and stepping into the bathroom for what he figured would be a very cold shower.

Considering the number to call as he adjusted the water, Dean switched decisions last minute to hit another number. "Hey, it's me," he grinned at the low groan. "Remember that favor you've owed me for the last seven years? I'm calling it in."

TBC

A/NII: Yes, I have a plan and yes, fun stuff ensues next chapter…and no, I can honestly admit I have no real idea what I'm doing this time so hopefully the boys get it right in the next chapter.