The storm continued to rage outside as hail pelted the roof of the old barn. It sounded like a barrage of stones. With the temperature rapidly dropping, their wet clothing didn't do the Winchester brothers any favors. Warm and comfortable went to bone chilling pretty fast.

Sam stood up and began to strip, hanging his clothing over beams and off rusty old nails protruding from the wall. Dean sat back and quietly admired his brother's ass through the wet, white boxer briefs.

Sam peeled off the underwear and draped them over the handle of a pitchfork in a barrel of old farm implements. He faced his brother rubbing his arms and jogging in place for a minute. "Come on Dean I don't want to get back under that blanket with you and your wet clothes, take them off."

Dean kicked off his boots and socks then stood and took a swig from his flask and handed it to Sam. "Here this will warm you up."

"Dean that's not true, alcohol thins the blood and reduces your core body temperature."

"Whatever Mister Science is that what they taught you at Stanford?"

"No, that's what they taught me in middle school science class."

Dean grinned at his smarty pants brother, "Huh, I must have missed that one."

Now at age 26, Dean felt lucky to have Sam back in his life for almost a month now. The dynamics of their relationship were changing every day. Dean was surprised how quickly cuddles and kisses became normal for them.

They had no idea where they were going or what the changes would bring. The only thing Sam and Dean knew for sure was that they had each other's backs and a deep abiding love that showed through their actions.

Sam wondered if this sudden storm kicking up was divine providence. That it was deemed Sam and his brother would be driven into this barn and take shelter in the hayloft.

Sam had a little smile on his face as he watched Dean fixing them a nest. Maybe tonight would be the night Dean finally gave in to all his urges bubbling right below the surface.

….

Dean draped one of the blankets over the prickly straw and flopped back down, "I'm not getting that poky stuff anywhere near my ass," he beckoned for his brother, "come on Sammy get down here and warm me up."

Sam cuddled up next to him and Dean covered them with the other blanket. Between the body heat, the blankets and insulating straw it got quite cozy.

Sam didn't let his hand stray too far, he secured it over his brother's hip and waited to see what happened next.

There was a loud crack of thunder and a flash so bright it lit the barn up through the gaps in the boards and then everything went dark again. "Sam I can't sleep, I feel like the damn roof is going to cave in on us."

Sam leaned on his elbows watching his brother to see if he could pick up on anything. Dean's big green eyes looked past Sam instead of right at him. That told Sam his brother was nervous.

"We could talk about us. I've been back a month and you know we've been closer than ever…kissing, cuddling, you know."

Dean draped his arm over his eyes and let out a groan, "Why do we have to talk about it, can't we just let stuff happen and go from there?"

Sam was tired of waiting for big brother to go for it so he did something uncharacteristic. He pinned Dean to the blanket and kissed him so hard that when they parted both were out of breath. Sam jimmied his knees between Deans and spread him open.

"Jesus…Sam what the hell has gotten into you?"

Sam reached down and wrapped his fingers around the shaft of his brother's dick and squeezed it. "A month of baby steps is plenty for me. I'm ready are you?"

Dean just nodded and said, "Yeah."

Sam twisted around in a 69 and rubbed is dick over his brother's face; he felt Deans tongue trace up his shaft. Sam let out a gasp, "No don't suck it; I don't want to get too excited." He took Dean in his mouth and prayed he did ok for his first time. When sounds of approval came from his brother he knew he was on the right track.

The storm became even worse as Sam sucked and licked Dean's cock and when his brother shot plentiful inside his mouth there was another rumble that shook the barn to its foundation.

He popped off being very careful not to lose a drop of precious fluid. Sam dragged his dick down Deans body leaving a trail of wetness, then settled in a kneeling position between his legs.

Dean watched as Sam spit his cum into the palm of his hand and then lubricated his cock with it. He was wide eyed like a child looking up at his big, little brother. He whispered, what are you doing Sammy?"

He bent Dean's legs and pressed them to his chest then braced an arm and centered himself, "I'm sorry if this hurts, I love you." Sam pushed roughly, breaching the rings of tight muscle and forcing his way inside.

Dean screamed, not expecting this to go so fast. At the same time there was a crack of thunder so loud it made their ears ring. Again the barn lit up and then plunged into darkness; the rain beat the roof as if it were trying to reach the Winchesters.

Sam started slowly at first then picked up his pace and bent Dean at different angles using him almost as a toy. At one point big brother stopped whimpering and cried out in pleasure for the first time, "There…right there."

He worked the spot hard until Dean was moaning and arching his body desperate for more contact and as Sam reached his peak and filled his brother's bowels hot and plentiful another orgasm was wrung out of Dean causing his taut body to collapse back onto the blanket.

Sam stayed inside as little aftershocks drained the last that he had. Finally Sam rolled off his brother thoroughly sated. He had never felt that complete in his life, he thought this was meant to be. Dean was his now and no one else could claim him.

Coming down off the high of pleasure Dean was feeling the soreness set in. He reached between his legs and came back with slick fingers tinged pink. Sam grabbed his hand and looked closely, "Your bleeding."

Dean took his turn and rolled on top of Sam stretching out like a cat seeking warmth and covered them with the blanket. "I'm sore as hell but I'm glad we did it."

Sam cocked his head and listened, "Do you hear that?"

"Hear what?"

"Exactly, the storm ended and we didn't even know it."

Dean nuzzled the crook of his brother's neck, "Let's try to sleep and in the morning we can hit a diner. You can buy me breakfast to pay for my busted ass. You break it you buy it."

Sam slid his hands down Deans back and cupped his cheeks giving them a squeeze. He gently ran a finger over the tender swollen entrance, "I break it, I own it. Don't forget that."

Dean yawned loudly as he pulled the blanket over his head, "All yours." They both fell into a deep sleep.

….

"Rise and shine baby boy!"

Sam groaned and pulled the blanket around him even tighter, "Go away." Dean nudged him with a boot, "Come on, get your pretty ass up and dressed. I'm starving and I want to hit the road."

Sam got dressed and slid the huge barn door open then got into the Impala. Dean backed out of the barn and into the sunshine. "You said Glasserville was about twenty miles from here?"

"Yes, there should be a place to eat and refuel."

….

On the way back to the road they noticed an apple tree at the edge of the drive. It was perfect in every way an apple tree could be, on it was just one apple. It was perfect as well, symmetrical, ruby red, glossy and tempting. Dean licked his lips as his stomach rumbled, "Hey let's stop and grab that for the road."

Sam frowned as he clutched Dean's arm, "No just keep going, Glasserville isn't that far." Something didn't set right with Sam.

…..

They passed the "Welcome to Glasserville" sign and entered the town. Sam rolled down his window and took in the crisp morning air, the puddles had a glaze of ice that would soon melt as the sun warmed everything up.

Once the Impala hit what they assumed was the center of town, Dean stopped the car in the middle of the street.

Dean got out and looked around, "What the hell happened?"

TBC

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