Here's the second part! I'm sorry there's no real smut in this one, even though I planned it. Thought it'd be better to save it for the 3rd and last chapter. ;)


Glimpses of light pushed through the curtains to the temperate motel room. Dean groaned as the sunshine most definitely on purpose landed on the sleepy man's face. He rubbed his eyes and sat up on the small couch, yawning and stretching his aching muscles. He sensed that he was alone in the room. Sam had propably already gone to the diner downstairs. Dean was glad he'd have the morning for himself, because after last night's events he really needed to think some things through.

As he got up and reached for the wall to flick on the lights, he jolted from the pulsing pain that he suddenly felt on his arm. The cloth around it was still white, which was a good sign, the bleeding had stopped. Carefully he started to unwrap his arm to get the slice cleaned again. Wouldn't be a delight to let it get inflammed. When the wound was treated and cared for, the older Winchester headed for the shower to sort out his thoughts.

He wasn't sure how to feel about Sam and his actions. Of course the first thought was what the hell, man, ew, gross?! But then again, he was sporting a respectable erection when he had woken up to his brother dry-humping him. Though that alone didn't prove anything, maybe he had just had a hot dream about some damsel, and his body simply had reacted to the keen touching. Dean figured that really was the case. But even then he couldn't shake the evil-planning-Dean off his shoulder. This Evil Dean reckoned it would be highly amusing to tease Sam about the whole thing and make him feel very uncomfortable. It was unfortunate for Sam that Dean actually decided on having a little fun with his lil bro.

After Dean had gotten washed up and dressed, he headed downstairs for his stomach was demanding food. A little jingle could be heard from the small bell above the door as he entered the surprisingly full diner. He scanned through the crowded tables and spotted Sam sulking on one of the far corner tables. He seemed ungroomed and tired, and figuring from the only half eaten toast with fries on the side, he didn't have much of an appetite.

"Why the long face, Sammy?" Dean greeted with a faint grin on his lips. He sat down on the opposite bench and tried to catch Sam's gaze to little avail. The grumpy man kept his eyes on the plate and shrugged.

"What's wrong now? Are you mad or something?"

"No, I'm fine", Sam mumbled and took a quick cranky glance at his brother. A small sigh of relief could be heard from him, as he noticed that Dean didn't seem mad or grossed out at all. Maybe they would just go on and pretend it never even happened. Sam was already getting hopeful, until he heard what Dean ordered from the waitress.

"I'll have the local renowned sandwich with a coke. Oh and, you have any fruits in there? How 'bout you bring me a banana. And the biggest one you have", Dean smiled smugly to the waitress as she took the order and went on her way. He leaned back on the bench and threw hands behind his head with a pleased smile on his face. Sam was so gonna get it!

"Dean... I thought you didn't like bananas?" Sam had a suspicion in his voice. He knew his brother well enough to know what he was about to do. He only hoped he would be wrong this time.

"Hmm, I don't?" Dean overacted a baffled look on his face. "Well, you know what they say about second chances, gotta give it to everything. Right, Sammy?" he leaned in closer again, resting his elbows on the table. Sam was carefully avoiding eye contact now, and with a second shrug he started on picking at his fries.

"Oh, lemme have some too!" Dean saw another chance to disturb his brother, and reached out to snatch a few potatoes from Sam's plate. As he did this, he made very sure to 'accidentally' brush his hand with his own, making the younger man flinch away. Dean gave him a toothy smile and apologized innocently, then stuffing his mouth with food.

Sam felt flushed and tingly again. Mostly from embarrasment though.

Very soon the waitress came over and placed a plate with a huge sandwich on it in front of Dean, and set the curvy yellow fruit on the side.

"There you go, sweetie. Enjoy your meal!"

Dean thanked with the usual flirty tone in his voice, and they were left alone again. It was time to start the make-my-little-brother-red-as-a-firetruck project. He grabbed the banana and cleared his throat as he started making small talk to get Sam's attention. Dean peeled the banana slowly, tracing his finger over its lenght. He barely kept his pokerface because he did realize how stupid this must've seemed for all the other people in the restaurant. However he continued and smiled seductively to his brother and stuck his tongue out to lick on the tip of the halfway peeled fruit.

Sam froze in place when he lifted his gaze to Dean, who suddenly started to make love with a banana. He couldn't stop staring as he watched him slowly licking along the sides of the fruit and eventually wrapping his light pink lips around it. Even when the diner was filled with loud chattering, Sam could've sworn that he heard Dean moaning a little. This made Sam's cheeks feel like they were burning and the stirring in his loins raised up to the max.

After a while of playing with food Dean got bored and set the now gooey fruit away. Sam kept staring at him, cheeks flushed, eyes wide, and a little drool dripping from his mouth. He chuckled and gently kicked the other pair of legs under the table.

"Sammy you okay?" Dean was very pleased with himself, but wasn't about to stop this yet.


As the day went on Sam had to endure a LOT of Dean being sexy on purpose. It's not that he didn't like it, because, boy, he did! There just were too many moments when he was asked if he was okay due to the redness of his face, and even less he liked the awkwardness that occurred whenever he had to hide his boner.

Dean didn't leave Sam be even when they were on a hunt.

They found a job nearby the town, it was one vicious rougarou who had already in one day consumed a fair amount of folk. Boys found out it was hiding and storing corpses in an abandoned warehouse just outside the city.

Even though Dean took killing monsters very seriously, he couldn't resist the perfect opportunity, as they were in hiding, stalking the rougarou in a very narrow passage between two big containers. Dean was holding a rifle pressed to his chest and Sam was behind him with his weapon of choice – lighter and a spray can, since rougarous can't handle the flames. There was only a few inches, maybe less between the two of them, and as mentioned; Dean couldn't keep it professional. He bended forward just a little bit, but enough to make his buttocks press quite firmly against Sam's crotch. This made the younger brother gasp

"Cut it out!" and with that, they revealed their placing for the monster.


After a long day of hunting, comforting the widow, teasing and enduring, Winchesters got seated in the Impala and started the trip to the next town.

"Don't want to stay a minute longer in that hood", Dean said and put on his loved record of classic rock, starting to jam along.

Sam tried to sleep on the front seat, but after a few hours he gave up and turned his gaze to his brother. He seemed carried away and sleepy, no surprise there. Sam gathered all of his courage and breathed in deeply, and with one hasty exhale he blurted out

"I think I want to talk about it."

For a moment Dean was clueless and he raised his left eyebrow to show this. As his brother stared at him with a mix of determination and horror showing on his face, he understood what he was talking about.

"You do? Well, I really don't know what to say about it, so you start", he shrugged and flashed Sam a comforting smile. After all it was his brother, and he didn't want to make him too quilty.

"Uhh, well.." Sam started with hesitation in his voice, trying to figure out where to start. He decided just to go with it, "Well, first of all, I'm really sorry and I regret what I did."

He studied Dean's reaction, but as he remained motionless, Sam continued.

"I can't explain it even to myself, but I guess it's got something to do with my.. well.. untreated needs. It made my mind all hazy and stuff, kinda like I was drunk or something!"

"Uhuh."

"And, umm.. Do you hate me?" Sam asked quietly, giving his brother the most innocent puppy dog-face he could. Dean took a look at him, and how could he say he hated that man?

"You know I don't", he scoffed and smiled a little. "Besides, it was fun teasing you. But I gotta ask you something though."

"Yeah?"

"Is this, like, you coming out of the closet, too?"

"What?! No! I.. I think I only have the kink for you..." Sam admitted and blushed yet again. He actually hand't even thought about the whole sexual orientation thing. It just felt natural in a way to get turned on by Dean.

"Really?" he looked surprised, not sure if this was a good or a bad thing. "And I have to make sure, do you have any.. other feelings?"

"You mean like, a crush, or something?"

Dean nodded and instead of the road he stared at Sam.

"Ugh, nope. Just the.. perv thing."

That made Dean laugh, having the effect to make Sam more comfortable. Looked like things weren't going to be so awkward after all.


Thanks for reading, hope you liked it!