•DAY 2/April 29th•
They reached Utah without a hitch. Eating gas station food and chit chatting about old times.
"Dude, do you remember that scarecrow?" Sam asked, chuckling.
Dean looked up and almost choked on his nachos.
"That dude was fugly." Dean let out a shiver, thinking about how close to death he really did come.
The moment went serious and they sat in silence, eating and both stuck in thought.
"Did I ever really tell you what happened that year after I was in hell?"
"Sammy, don't-"
"No, Dean." Sam interrupted "I think I should tell you. I-uhh I had a boyfriend."
Dean's full mouth dropped, eyes widening at Sam's truthfulness.
"It was only for a couple of months. I was... A mess, Dean. I was SO drunk..."
"Sammy..." Dean placed his hand on Sam's shoulder. "You don't think I know that?"
"What?" Sam stopped chewing and looked Dean in the eyes.
"The Campbell's. Couldn't help but ask. They told me." Dean smiled. "Don't worry about it, man. Everyone's done it."
"No, Dean. You didn't."
Dean walked to the trash can and threw his trash away. He stopped in front of Sam and shot him a wicked smirk.
"Says who?" Dean climbed back into the impala, not waiting for Sam before he started it up.
Every time Sam brought up what he meant, Dean told him he would tell him later.
The states began to fly by, and Dean knew they were almost to Kansas.
•DAY 3/April 27th•
Dean loved that he could watch the sun come up in his baby again. There was nothing like a sunrise behind the wheel of a car. He woke his brother by shoving his shoulder, knocking his head into the window.
Dean chuckled while Sam rubbed his head.
"About another half an hour, kiddo."
"What time is it?" Sam said through a yawn.
"About 6:30. I have reservations for The Walker hotel. Do you wanna go there, or find a bar?"
"Hotel." whispered Sam, before going back to sleep.
They arrived at The Walker, and Dean woke Sam again.
"I'm gonna check in."
Sam nodded and said "k."
Dean was back ten minutes later with a smirk on his face, seeing his brother's squished cheek against the passenger window.
"Want me to carry you, ya big baby?" Dean said, chuckling. "By the way, we have a problem. I specifically asked for two queens, but apparently the numb-skulls scheduled it wrong and they gave us one king. No other rooms available either."
"Don't care."
"And I'm the one that stayed up for a day and a half drivin' here. Coulda swore it was you." Dean chuckled.
Sam crawled out of the car and followed Dean to the door, arms slumped over Dean.
They opened the door and it was probably the best hotel they'd ever stayed in, apart from Elysian Fields, in which a dozen gods tried to kill them. They were thinking this was going to be a better experience.
Sam flopped on the bed, face first as Dean salted the windows and doors. The April chill was gone, but Sam still attempted to slip himself under the covers.
"You at least gonna take your boots off, kid?' 'Memeber that's my bed, too."
Sam sat up; eyes still closed and tried to pull a boot off without untying it.
"Lemme." Dean commanded, walking over to Sam and untying the boot.
"You don't have to, Dean." he said even though he lay back down anyway.
"I miss doing this kinda stuff, Sammy." he pulled off the first boot. "Don't matter how old ya get, you're still my little bro." he untied the second boot and pulled it off with a quick yank.
Dean pulled off his own boots and tucked himself in beside Sam, appreciating his warmth. It was always awkward sleeping beside Sam because he was so goddamn tall. They both passed out, and slept the day away, not waking until the sun went down.
"Dude," Sam shook Dean, "it's 8 o'clock."
Dean rubbed his eyes and yawned.
"Let's go find a bar."
Sam agreed and they headed out.
They found a small time bar about three streets down called Lincoln's. It had a dusty saloon vibe with wooden architecture. It had it's patrons, but it was loud enough to were the brothers could talk normally and not be over heard.
"Two beers and four shots of whatever whiskey is cheapest."
Dean ordered the waitress, offering a wink and a kind smile.
They got their drinks and sat in one of the corner booths, laughing at the way Dean's hair were flattened on the right side from sleeping.
"You look like such a dork, Dean."
"Yeah, yeah." he laughed, almost giggling, spiking his hair back up.
"So," Sam started, while the mood was still good. "Can you tell me about it now?"
"About what Sam?" Dean knew what Sam was talking about, but jerked his chain anyway. Unsure of how his brother would feel about him keeping this secret from him.
"You know what I'm talking about."
"Alright, alright." Dean put his hand up as a peace offering. "We were... freshman, I think. First time, I swear. Hell, I just found out what bisexual meant. You were still in middle school. I forget what state it was even in. But do you remember that one time that dad disappeared for like 2 months and we found out later he was hunting his first djinn?"
"Yeah?"
"That's around that time... I've never told anyone this, Sammy. Not that I'm ashamed..."
Sam nodded and could see the blush on Dean's face.
"Did I know him? What was his name?"
Dean took his two shots in a row, making a sour face both times he slammed the shot glass on the table. Then he took a long pull from his beer, and Sam did the same. Sam held up four fingers at the waitress and she nodded back at him.
"Jimmy. And I made goddamn sure you two never met. Kid was a perv and I didn't want him rubbin' off on ya."
"Oh, and you were any better?"
"Shut up, Sammy." Dean said with a light chuckle and a grin a mile wide. He wasn't sure how much he wanted to tell Sam about what happened, but he wouldn't lie either.
"So, did you guys-ya know..."
"Do it?" Dean answered with a smirk, loving the blush on Sam's face when he finished his sentence. "Nah, almost though. I was into it, he wasn't."
"Sounds familiar." Sam said quietly, almost as if he didn't want Dean to hear.
"What about you? Who was he?"
"Ah, just some guy I met at a bar. We dated, fooled around, not much else."
"Why, Sam?"
"Well, I mean... I dunno. I've always been attracted to... Uh."
"I get it Sam." the waitress returned with four more shots.
Dean almost ripped one of the shot glasses out of the waitress's hand as she set the other three on the table. He shot it back quickly and nodded at Sam.
"Not to change the subject, but we don't do this often enough."
"What, drink?"
"No, drink together." Dean smiled at Sam as they finished the last remaining shots, making a toast to cheating wives and road trips home.
When there were sixteen empty shot glasses on the table and 8 empty beer bottles, the boys decided to call it quits. It was midnight, but hell, they were drunk. Dean had his arm around Sam, who was holding his liquor much better than his older half.
"Sammy," Dean slurred. "I miss this. I weewy do. I miss you, I miss hotel rooms... I just-" Dean hiccupped, and Sam set him down in the passenger seat, and took the position as driver.
"Wow, Dean. I don't think I've ever seen you this drunk. Your tolerance has gone WAY down."
They made it back to the hotel room in one piece, and Sam half carried Dean and slouched him on the bed. Sam began to take Dean's boots off.
"Don't, Sam. I'm supposed to take care of you, remember?" the cool April air removed the slur of Dean's drunkenness.
"It's my turn." Sam said happily, removing the second boot.
He peeled off Dean's jacket and shirt, throwing them on his suitcase. Dean laid back and Sam could hear the subtle sound of Dean snoring. He began to unbutton Dean's jeans and was surprised by the hardening erection growing in his brother's pants. Sam had to stop himself from fondling his older brother, out of curiosity. The denim began to stretch as Sam became fixated, pulling at the zipper fly.
He peeled away the fabric, and Dean's rock hard cock bounced off of his stomach.
"Sam, I'm sorry. Didn't mean to stick my dick in your face."
Dean was staring at Sam who was staring at Dean's crotch. He was awake the whole time.
"Uh, no, dude. It's alright." Sam backed off, leaving Dean's jeans on and walked towards the bathroom, turning on the shower. He turned to the shower and readjusted his own growing cock, beginning to huff when he realized what a long night this would be.
Sam didn't close the bathroom door the whole way, hoping Dean would be passed out again. He shucked his clothing into a small pile on the floor and climbed into the much needed shower. He blasted cold water, trying to get his troublesome erection to go away. Nothing worked. He even tried putting it directly in water. He guessed he was just used to it. He turned the shower back to normal temperature, began to wash himself and figured he'd have to make it go away.
He tried to think of sexy things. Bikini models, porn stars, anything he could think of. He wrapped his fingers diligently around the base of his cock and rubbed himself smoothly. But his mind kept whispering 'Dean' and Sam would go into a mini-orgasm. Sam shook it off and went back to the swimsuit model. 'Dean' his thought forced through.
"What the hell, it's not like he'll ever know." Sam whispered, finally giving into temptation.
He stroked himself base to head while thinking of Dean. Straddling Dean and shoving his cock into his wanting ass. Sam imagined riding his older brother until Dean screamed for more. For curiosity's sake, Sam began to rub his perineum in tiny circles, feeling the heat of his tight hole on his fingers. Sam began to imagine Dean licking and prodding his hole with his tongue and fingers. Sam slipped his first finger in to the first knuckle and it was like fireworks went off.
The orgasm Sam had couldn't be explained. He gasped for deep breaths, working his dick through his orgasm. He almost collapsed in the shower. He removed his finger, cleaned himself off, and got out of the shower.
He dried himself off with a scratchy hotel towel, and looked at himself in the medicine cabinet mirror, still gasping for air from the orgasm.
'Am I in love with Dean?" he thought. "It... It finally makes sense. Why Noel thought I was in love with someone else, why I picked a guy up at a bar... Everything. Everything makes sense.' he smiled, happy to know he figured out what demons he'd been fighting blindly.
"Now what?" Sam said quietly, turning from himself in the mirror.
Sam returned to the dark room and found Dean sleeping and naked, spread eagle on the bed.
'Great,' Sam thought. 'I'm hard again. I'm too tired for another shower.' Sam readjusted himself and put on a thin pair of boxer briefs, knowing he had to control himself in bed with Dean.
He walked to the bed and couldn't help but notice Dean's hard cock jutting in the air.
"Mmm," Dean moaned in his sleep, rolling over onto his side. "Yeah, Sammy."
Sam's eyes went wide with amazement. 'Could Dean... Love me, too?' Sam thought, eyes fixed on Dean's writhing body.
"Yeah, baby." Dean moaned again, reaching his hand down to his prick, pre-come leaking onto the comforter. Sam froze, unsure of how to proceed. Did he climb in bed and ignore it? Risk ruining this perfect moment; or did he try something with Dean and risk losing his brother if Dean meant something else?
Sam pondered while Dean fondled himself in his sleep, moaning all the while.
Sam decided.
He climbed into bed gently and leaned in close to Dean's face. He could smell the whiskey and sweat off of Dean's body. He could see the sheen layer of sweat rolling off of his toned stomach. He watched Dean jerk his cock between them and worried.
He leaned in close to Dean's face and experimentally kissed his dry lips. Dean stopped moving. His eyes still closed tightly. Sam pulled back to see his brother's reaction. There was none. So Sam laid his head down, defeated.
"Well, don't stop now." Dean chuckled, eyes still closed.
"Dean, I'm-" Beginning to apologize for approaching Dean such a way.
Dean opened his eyes and kissed Sam passionately. Dean pushed his head down and poked Sam's lower lip with his tongue. Dean pulled away and framed Sam's face with his large hands. Dean leaned over and whispered into his ear.
"Is this what you wanted?"
He didn't wait for Sam to answer before diving back in at Sam's mouth.
Sam lay there, stunned, and surprisingly alright with making out with his big brother. It wasn't awkward like he thought it would be. These were new feelings he had found for him and he wasn't sure if this was a joke, or the real thing. But Sam couldn't help but notice that Dean was passionate and caring; Kind and gentle.
Dean rubbed his calloused hands down Sam's cheek, feeling the softness of Sammy's sweet face. Unknowingly, Sam pushed at Dean's chest, pushing him away.
"Doesn't it bother you that were brothers?" Sam said, testing to see if this what was Dean really wanted, or if he was just desperate.
"Not a bit, Sam. It makes sense now. I think about you day and night. I know how it feels to care about you. I didn't know what it was, but you've always been mine, Sammy." Dean looked into the stars in Sam's eyes. He'd always loved Sam, but it wasn't until now that he knew HOW he loved him. "I'd do anything for you, Sam. And I know you might think it's weird-"
"I don't think it's weird." Sam interrupted "I think I'm glad we finally figured it out." Sam arched his neck up to reach his big brother's full lips, leaving trails of saliva on Dean's mouth.
"Alright, then." Dean backed off and slid his hand under Sam's neck and Sam snuggled his head into Dean's collarbone. "Thank god, the wait is over. I've been dropping hints all night. I would kiss you more, but I'm so drunk that if I were to get on top of you right now, I'm pretty sure I'd blow chunks all over you." Dean whispered, chuckling into Sam's hair.
Sam shrugged, curiosity itching at him like a mosquito bite. "Since when did you know you liked me?"
"Kinda forever, you know?" Dean shrugged "I mean, I knew I felt attraction, but when I saw you in that bed at your house, man. You were so beautiful. So calm. And I really knew then. Not that I just missed you, that I had feelings for you. If I would have known Noel was cheating then, I woulda jumped your bones."
"Ha ha, I probably would have freaked out and punched you in the nose. I woulda thought you were an intruder. Noel doesn't do that crap. Hell, we haven't had sex in 7 months. She blamed it on the pregnancy."
"I think I got ya beat, Sam. It's been 9 months for Lisa and me."
Sam chuckled and looked up at Dean from his chest.
"And we couldn't figure out our wives were cheating, how?"
"Dunno, Sammy. Didn't care really. Don't care now. I got what I really wanted right here." Dean shook his arm, insinuating he meant Sam.
Sam elbowed Dean in the ribs, laughing when Dean hissed.
"Can I-" Dean looked at Sam questioningly "can I be really chick flick for a second here?"
"We weren't before?" Sam looked up to his brother, chuckling.
"Shaddup, Sam. I'm serious."
"Yeah, De. Anything."
"If I call you sweetheart and honey and all that endearing crap, will that freak you out?"
"No, Dean." Sam smiled, "not at all."
Sam and Dean cuddled closer together, legs and arms tangled. You wouldn't be able to tell what was Sam and what was Dean. They fell asleep holding each other. An neither of them had ever had a more peaceful sleep.