Finally, as many of you requested, and I finally got around to writing, a new chapter! Woooo! Ha. Well, I hope you enjoy it. And don't kill me for the ending. 3 Much love!
It had been weeks. Probably at least a few months since the 'incident' had happened. Sam never brought it up, and Dean did what Dean always does. He drowned out the memory in Jack Daniels and covered it in faceless, nameless women night after night after night. But no amount of alcohol was going to stop the dreams. He didn't want to think about it. He didn't want to remember, though slowly bits and pieces of that night were coming back to him. He didn't want them to. Each detail was a little fuzzy at first, but eventually things became clear. Sam's face, mouth open, crying out his name beneath him. Gratefully though, the feeling never came back with those memories, not yet.
They kept hunting things, saving people, and never talking about it. Sam itched to. He wanted to say something, it was all in those puppy dog eyes, but to matter how many times he huffed in frustration, no matter how often he batted those lashes at Dean, his older brother never was going to budge on the subject. He just wanted to forget about the fact that he may or may not have gotten bested by a demon and fucked his little brother in the process. It was like a big, stinking pile of defeat on Dean's record. Honestly, all he wanted to do now was hunt the bitch down at kill her. Screw sending her back to hell, she lost that luxury when she made him lust for his baby brother.
So they didn't talk. They just hunted. There were enough monsters, and not enough hunters, so both Dean and Sam spent more time killing and driving than they did sleeping, and eating. And because of that second part, Dean was complaining in the driver's seat of the Impala. "Dude, we need to stop somewhere, anywhere! I'm friggen starving!" Sam just sighed and rolled his eyes, tired and worn from the hunt that they finished that afternoon. "It's one in the morning, Dean, we're in the middle of nowhere, I don't think there is going to be a burger joint way out here." They were in Wisconsin, crossed the border and if there was something that was in a wide abundance in Wisconsin, it was bars. Especially randomly placed ones in the middle of nowhere.
"Ha! Look at you, smart guy, getting proven wrong. I knew my liver would lead the way." Sam looked at the rundown old pub, his brows pushing together. The lights were on, but there weren't any people outside smoking, hardly any cars in the parking lot. "I'm not so sure about this Dean..." He didn't trust the place, it looked like the kind of joint that would lead to them tied up in the basement, half-alive. And some people thought monsters were scary. Monsters are predictable, people are the terrifying ones.
"Dude, you're just as hungry as I am, and Metallica isn't going to be able to drown out our stomachs forever. We'll just eat and go, and we won't go in unarmed, sound fair?" Sam just looked at his brother for a long moment before finally nodding in defeat. He didn't want to argue. Reaching into the glove box, he grabbed the two guns stashed away in there and handed one to Dean after he had put the car in park. Sam didn't get out of the car until Dean did, mirroring his brother's motions as they both slipped the pistols into the waistband of their jeans. The cool metal pressed against the small of his back was comforting to Sam, but only slightly.
He let Dean lead the way into the bar. When they entered, the juke box music was about thirty years too old and not nearly as loud as he had expected, but then again, Sam was pretty grateful all the same. Though, it did mean that their presence was known to everyone in the bar since they either stopped what they were doing to stare, or simply glanced at the Winchester boys. They were strangers, and Sam got a feeling that these people didn't like strangers all that much. He didn't even know what town was close enough to this place to attract regulars. Sam didn't see any on the map.
He followed his brother's overly-confident lead to the bar and sat down beside him, feeling the metal shift against his back as he did and let his brother order them a couple of beers and asked what they had for food. The bartender brought up a menu that had the bar food basics listed on it and Sam decided to play it safe and order a plate of fries. Dean on the other hand went all out. He ordered chicken wings, fries, and jalapeno poppers. Sam knew his brother was hungry, but he didn't understand how he couldn't be at least a little more cautious about what he was shoving in his mouth.
Then the memory flashed across Sam's mind, the way his brother looked with Sam's cock in his mouth. The way he lusted for a taste of it. Sam swallowed, redness creeping its way up his neck, and hid behind his beer the moment it arrived, guzzling down half of it right away. Dean looked at Sam with an amused snort and took a drink of his own beer, not thinking anything of the action. When their food arrived, they both started eating in silence. Sam tested the fries, expecting them to be lukewarm, but actually, they weren't that bad, maybe just a little too salty.
Everything was normal. That was until someone decided to finally take it upon themselves to bother them. The man slid up next to Sam, of all people, making the larger Winchester tense up a bit as he looked both the boys over slowly. Sam glanced out of the corner of his eye. The man was attractive, not uncomfortably so, but not anything that compared to Dean. Wait... What? No. Not like that.. But otherwise, Sam made it seem that he didn't care, and was trying to act as nonchalant about the stranger as Dean was, but he still felt like an ant under a magnifying glass.
"Never seen you boys around here before, we don't get strangers in often." Maybe because it looks like Ed Gein's basement in here... Sam thought to himself, taking another bite of one of his fries. Dean looked over at the strange man for a moment before swallowing and taking a sip of his beer to wash it down. "Yeah, we're just sorta passing through." That's when the guy's demeanor completely changed. He smiled, his features softened and even then Sam might have admitted that he looked a little more attractive. "Oh, I don't mean anything like that. You're welcome here, of course. Don't have to worry about anything. So, where are you boys headin'?" Sam relaxed a bit more, "Cassian, we have some family in the area." The man nodded for a moment, "Well, you're still quite a drive away from there, there's a hotel in the next town if you boys need a rest." Rest. Now that was something that sounded good to Sam. He felt like he hadn't slept in a week and since he had eaten, his stomach was starting to fill up with beer and fries, making him feel even more tired. "I didn't get your names, mine is Jake." Dean sat back a bit more, looking at Jake finally, taking him in. Probably figuring if he could take him if it came to a fight. Of course he could. He was Dean Winchester, afterall.
"I'm Dean, this is my brother Sam." Jake smiled, it was a friendly smile that even showed in his eyes, "Well, Dean and Sam, let me get you boys a drink."
And that was the beginning of the end.
Sam doesn't remember how they even got to the hotel, just that there were three of them. Jake helped carry Sam in, and then brought Dean into the room shortly after, his arm around his brother's waist and Dean's arm across his shoulders, a beer bottle swaying loosely in his drunken grip. Jake dropped Dean down onto the bed and Sam sat up on his own, his hands resting on his knees. "Make the room stop spinning." Jake only laughed a bit, walking across the room to latch the door shut and then sat down on the lonesome breakfast table, his hands folded neatly in his lap. He had just as much as the Winchesters, so why wasn't he swaying like they were?
"You know, it was a real surprise seeing you two walk in. I mean really, I wasn't expecting a Winchester, let alone two." Sam looked up at Jake, confusion on his face for a moment, taking in his smug expression. He didn't like this at all. Sam shifted to reach for the gun in the band of his jeans and Jake looked amused, reaching into his pockets and pulling out Sam's and Dean's guns. "Oh, are you looking for this? Smart move coming prepared, your mistake was letting your guard down, though." Sam looked over at his brother, wanting to get his attention, to get him to help, but he was asleep. No, Dean was practically in an alcohol-induced coma.
"Oh, don't worry, Sammy, I'm not going to hurt you or your darling big brother, not yet." Jake moved across the room then, faster than what Sam had expected and grabbed onto the younger Winchester's jaw with a firm grip. Sam tried to turn away, he really did, but he was just too drunk, too sluggish. And this bastard was strong. His eyes went wide when Jake pressed his lips firmly against his. Sam struggled a bit more to no avail and Jake's grip tightened on the muscles that held his lower jaw on, forcing his mouth to pop open and a skilled tongue swept its way into his mouth. Sam whimpered, his eyes closed in defeat as Jake's sweet taste filled his senses. After a moment, Sam was well compliant and Jake pulled back. Sam's eyes opened slowly, looking up at the man and suddenly finding him beautiful. "That wasn't so bad now, was it?" Sam shook his head slowly and Jake smiled, "Good!" he chirped before walking over to the door. "Now lie back and get some sleep, in the morning, I want you to get up before your big brother, and give him a nice little surprise, okay?" Jake winked and Sam nodded before sliding onto the bed, kicking his shoes off and lying down on top of the blankets, watching as Jake left the room before closing his eyes and falling into a deep sleep.
Sam woke up again just before dawn. It was still dark in the hotel room and he felt a lot less dizzy than he had before. Though, there was an itch, something in the back of his mind that made him want to look over at his brother on the other bed. Sam turned his head slowly, looking at Dean's sleeping face. He looked younger, like all the years of fighting monsters, and death, and angels and demons, men and even gods were suddenly gone. The lines on his face were relaxed and Dean looked five years younger. After a long, silent moment, Sam moved, climbing off of the bed and walking closer to Dean, studying his face before removing his own shirt. He didn't know why, but he wanted to be close to his brother. Like that night that they never spoke of.
Sam hadn't realized that he missed that. That closeness he felt when Dean pushed into him, filled him to the brim. He wanted that again. God, he wanted it. Climbing gingerly onto the bed, Sam was careful when he straddled his brother's hips, hovering over him, not letting a single part touch as he watched Dean's sleeping face before he started to move downward, working Dean's pants open as he went. He knew that it would take a bit more than just a little shuffling clothing to wake Dean up. The countless times Sam had half undressed his drunken, unconscious brother proved that.
Sam slid Dean's jeans and boxers down easily, revealing his brother's flaccid cock. He didn't expect Dean to be hard, not right now, not yet. Besides, there was a bit of thrill rushing through Sam's bloodstream that came from the thought of his brother's cock getting hard in his mouth. Feeling it swell at the mercy of his tongue. Sam swallowed hard, giving a cautious glance towards his brother before leaning in, sweeping his tongue up the underside of the older Winchester's cock slowly, humming quietly at the taste of warm flesh. Soon, Sam's mouth was wrapped around the soft head, his tongue working against the slit before he slid down, taking more and more into his mouth before slowly pulling back, sucking gently. He could feel his brother begin to stir beneath him and Sam paused, his breath catching in his throat as he watched Dean. His brother moaned, shifted, and then fell still once again, his eyes closed and his breathing was once again steady.
Sam's heart was pounding in his ears, but he didn't want to stop. He never got this close, not since the first time it happened. Dean wouldn't even let him within ten feet of him when either of them were missing a shirt or wearing a towel. Their lives were so awkward, and Sam couldn't take it anymore. He needed his brother, wanted to be close to him again. It hurt him, he practically cried over it at night sometimes, choking back sobs with his back to Dean while his brother was asleep. That's why Sam needed to do this. If he did, maybe Dean would come around.
Sam kept going, letting his mouth slide over the hardening flesh in his mouth, moaning at the taste, closing his eyes and losing himself in it. He let those memories that he kept at bay come flooding back as he took as much as he could into his mouth without choking. He heard Dean groan above him, but he didn't stop or ease back. Not this time. He knew his older brother was going to kick his ass for this, but he didn't care. Sam reached down, unbuttoning his own pants and pushing them down, along with his boxers as he shuffled them off of his feet. The moment he could, he reached down and grasped his own cock, stroking himself and moaning. He glanced up at his brother, sucking slowly, his tongue working against the now hard flesh in his mouth with a surprising amount of skill.
Dean let out another moan before his eyes shot open and he tried to sit up. "What the hell?" He felt something warm on his cock and fell back again against the pillows, groaning softly. He let his eyes close for a moment, relishing in the moment of whatever girl he drug back with him was doing. Wait... He didn't remember bringing a girl back from the bar. His eyes shot open again and he looked down only to see Sam, sucking on his cock so well that it made Dean's mind stop completely.
Sam didn't stop when he heard Dean. He mostly just braced himself for the punch to his skull that was sure to come. But when it didn't, it made the younger Winchester look up, sliding his mouth from his brother's cock with a lewd pop. "Dean..." He bit his lip before climbing onto his brother's lap, rolling his hips once, grinding his cock against his brother's. The action must have kick started his brother's head again and the moment he snapped back to reality, he tried shoving Sam off. "Dude what the hell?! Get off of me, Sam!" Sam's eyes turned to sadness before he grabbed onto Dean's wrists and pinned them against the pillows. "No, Dean! I'm not going to just stop, I can't. Don't you get it? Since that night I haven't stopped thinking about you! I need this, Dean, and I'm not going to let you stop me."
Shifting the grip he had on his brother's wrists, he pinned them both in one of his large hands. His now freed hand slid down Dean's body slowly, reaching between them to grasp his brother's cock, stroking it slowly before pressing himself down onto it. Sam's tight muscles resisted for a moment before he pushed down a bit harder, feeling the tight ring give way and Dean's cock begin to fill him deliciously. Sam let out a moan, tipping his head back and biting his lip. He bit back the pain he felt, the way his muscles screamed and tightened, trying to fight off the intrusion. But soon, he rested on Dean's hips, his big brother's cock filling him completely. He paused, panting like an animal as he opened his eyes and looked at Dean. His brother looked like he was caught between pleasure and disgust and the expression alone hurt Sam deeply. The younger Winchester bit at his lip before looking away from Dean as he started to roll his hips, lifting them slightly and sliding only a few inches off of Dean's cock before pushing back down again.
Dean let out a choked sound. He shouldn't enjoy this, but Jesus, Sam was so tight. It was incredible, like a dream. He was tight and hot and perfect. Better than any bimbo he ever had. And there wasn't that fear, that nervousness of getting him pregnant, or catching something. Dean always wore protection with women, because he didn't want to risk it, but with Sam. He didn't have to. It was raw and amazing. But this was his brother, and a guy! "Sam… please stop…" If you don't, I'll enjoy this… He didn't let that last part slip out. But Sam ignored him, pushing himself down harder and moaning loudly when Dean was buried in deep inside of him. Even Dean himself couldn't fight back the moans after a while, his hands pinned above him. But he could feel Sam's grip loosening. And soon, Dean was able to slip them from his brother's grip, moving them to rest on Sam's hips.
It was the moment of truth, Sam even stopped to look at him. Dean had a choice, either keep going, leave the hotel, and wait for whatever was in Sam's system to was out, or to finally give in to those puppy eyes, to do something that he knew he's already done, but has been denying for months now. After what seemed like hours, Dean moved and Sam let out a whine of protest, expecting to be shoved off of his brother's lap. Instead, though, Dean rolled them, slamming Sam down onto the bed. If he was going to do this, he wasn't going to hold back. The moment his little brother was below him, he kissed him, hungrily. Their teeth clashing together as their lips and tongues connected in a frenzy, fighting for dominance that Dean easily won in the end. They panted and moaned and gasped into each other's mouths as Dean started moving. He pulled out slowly from his brother's tight entrance before slamming back in.
Moaning again and again with each thrust, Sam opened his legs, breathless. His brother was pounding into him now, the sound of their breathy moans and skin slapping together filled the room. Sam's hands went to Dean's shoulders for support as he groaned, nails digging into the blades. Dean couldn't help himself, he didn't want to hold back anymore and this was the crack that broke the dam. Memories flooded him, rushing back to that night. The way Sam moaned and said his name. It made him throb, made him want to hear it again. Leaning back, Dean grabbed onto Sam's thighs, pushing them up so his legs rested on his big brother's shoulders. The angle he created made his cock brush against his brother's prostate, making him moan. He growled as he slammed in, over and over again, fucking into his brother's tight hole without resolve.
And soon, he heard what he wanted. "Dean…" It was quiet at first, but another well angled thrust made Sam scream it. Over and over again he heard his name on those lips. Filled with so much want, so much love. Dean let out a grunt and knew he wasn't going to last much longer, not like this. He reached down between them, wrapping his fingers around Sam's cock and started stroking it in time with his thrusts. Faster and faster he moved before Sam screamed out his name and thick, white come was splashing across his brother's own chest. Dean moaned at the sight, the way the orgasm made Sam tighten down, and found himself coming too. Buried deep inside of Sam, he felt his cock throb with every spurt that filled his brother.
Sam's eyes were closed as he panted, his body trembling slightly before Dean pulled out of him. The younger Winchester groaned when his legs dropped onto the bed after being cramped in that position for so long. When he opened his eyes, his brother was sitting on the edge of the bed and it started to sink in what had happened. After a silent moment, Sam shifted and sat up, looking at Dean in silence. The older Winchester ran his fingers over his face and tugged his jeans back on. "We can't do this ever again, Sammy, we just can't." And with that, Dean grabbed his jacket and left Sam in the darkness of the hotel room.