Hi! So I cut the first chapter so soon so I want to write chapter 2 straight away. Unfortunately it took me a little longer than I expected! But I have a good feeling about this fan fiction. If you have anything to say please comment! And also KEEP READING! It's going to get pretty steamy. And sorry about the wait! (Sorry about typos)

WARNING: THIS CONTAINS SCENES OF A SEXUAL NATURE WHICH YOUNGER VIEWERS MAY FIND INAPPROPRIATE. RATED M FOR MATURE.

Slowly, Sam started to unzip Dean's jeans. Dean tried to defend himself but his body deceived him, his hips bucking upwards in desperation. He couldn't contain his moans as Sam reached inside his boxers and gripped on to his rock hard erection. Sam pulled on it slightly releasing his cock from his jeans

'Sam… Stop…' he whimpered as Sam began to stoke his length slowly.

'I know you don't want me to stop. Your hips don't lie Dean.' Sam joked as he ran his finger over the tip, spreading his arousal over the head.

Dean let out a whimpering moan as Sam touched the most sensitive part of his body. He bit his lip to conceal his urge.

'Don't fight it Dean.'

With that, Sam knelt down on the floor between his legs. Staring down into Deans eyes, he took his pulsing cock into his mouth and sucked the tip, swirling his tongue around it.

'S-s-ammy.' Dean moaned, hands fisting at the bed sheets.

Sam dived straight down to the base and back up to the tip. Dean watching him, sat up on his elbows. Sam moaned as he grabs Dean's balls and squeezed tightly sending shockwaves to pleasure to his stomach.

'Mmm, yes.' Dean heard himself whimper as he bucked his hips to match Sam's rhythm.

At that point, Sam began to suck harder, taking in the air from his cheeks. His pace changed to, it quickened as did the bucking of Dean's hips. He sat up from off the bed and ran his fingers through Sam's hair, pushing him down onto his cock.

'Ah, fuck!' he cried, rolling his head back and forth.

Sam kept going, his head bobbing between Dean's thighs. Deeper and deeper he took him into his mouth, faster and faster moved.

'S-s-ammy! Stop, I'm gonna...' He said. His mouth formed that O shape.

Sam didn't stop. He grabbed the base of Dean's cock and began to move with his mouth and his hand at a pace that Dean couldn't bare. After 3 or 4 more pumps Dean came loudly in Sam's mouth.

'Ah, fuck! Sammy!' He cursed as he released his load down Sam's throat.

Sam swallowed the hot salty fluid and lifted his mouth off Dean's cock. Dean winced slightly as Sam licked his lips and got up off his knees. Sam stood and admired him, sprawled out on the bed, breathing heavily, arm across his face.

'You're welcome.' Sam said with a grin.

Dean didn't say anything. He didn't even bother pulling up his trousers. Suddenly, Sam knelt down on the bed and pulled dean up by the shirt.

'Again, you saw me wanking off over you. You let me pleasure you. You came shouting my name. I think we both know what this is, right?' Sam said staring down into Dean's eyes.

Dean opened his eyes finally and looked up at Sam.

'And what do you think this is Sammy?' Dean mumbled.

Sam didn't answer. Sam leaned in and kissed Dean hard on the lips. Dean kissed back, slipping his tongue though Sam's bruised lips, tasting himself. They both chewed and sucked on each other until they heard footsteps towards the door. Dean pulled away and scrambled to his feet.

'Dad.' He mumbled, pulling up is trousers.

'Shit!' whispered Sam rushing over the other side of the room.

They both stood as far away from each other as possible and waited for their father to open the door. John barged though the door, shrugging the stumbling. Dean rushed over to him as he struggled to walk over to the chair by the table. Sam watched from a far.

'Dad? What the hell happened?' Dean said practically carrying over to the wooden chair.

'Dam vampires…' he grumbled holding his head in his hands.

'You entered a nest without back up? You could have called.'

'I didn't want to wake you boys… and who says I was alone. Your mother was watching over me the whole time.' John said peering over at Sam.

Sam sucked in a breath.

'Sam. You look like you've seen a ghost.'

Sam struggled to open his mouth instead, Dean stoke for him.

'You're lucky to be alive or he would have.' Dean joked checking every cut and bruise on his father's face.

Sam exhaled and finally managed to move his hand to the handle of the bathroom.

'I'm gonna take a shower.' He said about to step on to the tinted white tiles.

'Well hold on now, your brother has brought back some grub. Don't you wanna eat first before you head off?' John said reaching into the paper bag and pulling out a burger wrapped in tin foil.

'I'm not hungry. I already eat.' He said sneakily, causing dean to choke on a fry. Sam stepped into the bathroom and closed the door. The steam ran over him as he recapped the past events in his mind.

Later that night Sam led awake, awaiting the right moment to leave. His plan had been foiled for he was too scared to talk to his father after him walking on him and his brother. He glanced over at dean on the other bed then he glanced over at his father lead peacefully sleeping on the floor in front of the beds like a guard dog.

Sam sat up and slowly reached under his bed to retrieve the bag he had pack earlier this afternoon. He unzipped it and pulled out a small flashlight. Quickly he clicked it on and pointed it towards Dean. Slowly he began to slip out from underneath the covers and planted a foot on the cold wooden floor. In that moment the floor had given him away for the floor boards creaked in disagreement. Sam paused dead, pointing the flashlight down at his feet.

'Where are you going Sam.' He heard a sleepy mumble from the bed next to him.

'Dean, I'm not going anywhere.' He said clicking off the flashlight.

'Then get back in that darn bed, close your eyes, and sleep.' His voice was groggy and sluggish.

Sam didn't move, the flashlight firmly gripped in his hand.

'Sammy. Do it, now.' Dean urged rolling in his bed to face him, sitting up on one elbow.

'Dean, I'm leaving.' He said to the darkness.

There was a pause.

'Like hell you are.' Dean said, now full sat up in his bed. 'Get your ass back into bed.'

Sam reluctantly put down the bag and got back into bed a quietly as he could. Dean watched him through the darkness.

'We need to talk.' Dean said all of a sudden. Sam's heart dropped as the worlds fell out of his mouth.

'About what, there's nothing to talk about.' Sam said leaning back on the head board.

'Of course there's something to talk about Sam! How can you be around dad and act like it never happened?'

'It did happen.' Sam said. He looked over at his brother. 'And I don't ever want to forget it.'

Dean's breath hitched.

'Sammy… we can't do this… or whatever that was. It's wrong.' Dean muttered.

'So what?' Sam argued.

'So, we never talk about it. You don't tell anyone; don't even think about it because it's not healthy Sam, for us or anyone else for that matter.'

'What do you mean Dean, you just said—'

'—well I take it back Sam. What we did was wrong. You're my little brother, that's not how brothers are meant to act. Plus, you're a dude. I'm pretty sure I'm not gay… I've been with plenty of women but that's not the point. The point is that we have to forget this ever happened...' Dean interrupted.

Sam didn't say anything. He shimmied down into the bed sheets and let his brothers words sink in.

'You understand right.' Dean said leaning in closer to Sam's bed.

'I understand.' Sam said, almost close to tears. Dean didn't realise how much his words were affecting his brother. Sam tried hard to suppress his tears.

'Good. Night bitch.'

'Jerk.' Sam mumbled.

Sam found it hard to sleep that night. In face he found it hard to sleep for many nights after that night. Although that night was the night he was to run away, he couldn't run away from what he and his brother had. But for Sam, thing had become painful. Seeing Dean everyday hurt him and so… about a month after, he left causing an argument with his dad resulting in the exclusion from the family. At first, he thought he was going to be okay, but weeks past and life without his brother became even more painful. But he had to live with it. A Winchester never shows weakness.

Sam awoke from his daydream feeling more tired than he was. He glanced over at Dean at the steering wheel, the moonlight in his weary face. Sam wanted to touch him more than ever but his arms were week and Dean wouldn't allow it. He decided to start a conversation to lighten up the mood.

'Hey, Dean?' Sam said looking down at his fingers.

'What Sam.' Dean shifted in his chair due to the unexpected starting of dialogue.

'How far now? I mean are we even close?'

Dean didn't reply for what felt link a long while.

'Not far now.' Dead said finally, keeping his concentration on the road.

Sam frowned to himself at his failed attempt at conversation. He knew something was up, he didn't know what he had done to deserve his attitude. Was it something he had said? He would ask but he was too scared, scared of what he might say. The events of that day had been standard, saving people hunting things. It wasn't until after the hunt, Dean's approach had changed for the worse…