DISCLAIMER---I OWN NOTHING----RIGHTS BELONG TO SOMEONE GREATER THAN ME---SAM AND DEAN SLASH---DON'T LIKE/DON'T READ---CONTAINS INCEST (NOT THAT I CONDONE SUCH BEHAVIOR , BUT LET'S FACE IT , SUPERNATURAL HAD TWO GORGEOUS CHARACTERS AND IT WOULD TAKE AWAY FROM THE STORY IF THEY WEREN'T TRUE TO THEIR ORIGINAL SELVES AT LEAST IN THE BASICS)---AND BREIF PERIODS OF HOT SEX , CONSTANT FOUL LANGUAGE AND DEMON KILLING---PLEASE ENJOY......

A/N---THIS IS BASICALLY SUPERNATURAL COMPLETE WITH DEMON KILLING AND TRAVELING CROSS COUNTRY , BUT WITH THE ADDED BONUS OF DEAN AND SAM HAVING SEX. BESIDES YOU KNOW YOU WOULDN'T MIND SEEING JENSEN ACKLES AND JARED PADALECKI GOING AT IT.

The Morning After

DPOV

The next morning came to fast for me. I had the events of last night running through my head even when I was asleep. I felt dead tired , but that wasn't the worst of it. No , the feelings that came with the actions from before were the worst. I had enjoyed every single moment of the damn thing. Yet , in my heart I knew that it was wrong. We were brothers. It was illegal most everywhere. On top of that my thoughts shifted to dad. What would he think about this incident? He would hate me. I was the oldest. I was supposed to look after Sammy , not molest him. I panicked at the thoughts streaming through my head. Sammy was curled into my side and I hated to wake him. Afraid to face the cold , hard truth , but I needed to get away. I pushed him to the side and made a beeline for the bathroom. As I shut the door behind me I caught the bewildered look on his face.

I knew that he was confused , but I needed time to think. Of what to say. What to do. I had committed the worst act known to man. Incest. Even worse , I enjoyed it. My body deemed fit to betray me. I could feel my erection growing as I thought of the things that we had done the night before. How do we come back from this? Can anyone look their brother in the eye after acts like that? Dammit! I was screwed. We couldn't go back. We weren't going forward. That left the only option that I had perfected. Avoidence.

An hour later I worked up the courage to return to the room. Sammy was seated on the bed , but I couldn't bring myself to look him in the eye. I saw out the corner of my eye that his head snapped up at the sound of the door. Still , I couldn't find the courage. I grabbed the keys to the Impala and was out the door before he could utter a word. I found the nearest bar and drowned my problems with a couple of beers. A few hours later I returned. Still not completely endowed with courage , but enough to face the awkward conversation that was sure to take place the minute I walked through the door. Taking a deep breath I entered the room. Sammy hadn't moved.

"Sammy , about last night...." I tried to find the words , but what were the right words for this situation? He hadn't said a word. I chanced a glance at him. He was sitting ram-rod straight. Staring at the wall. Then I looked closer. His entire body was shaking. I walked toward him to see why. Tears were streaming down his face , had been for awhile.

"Sammy...are you okay?" I asked , suddenly fearful that he had discovered that he couldn't be near me. That I had given him cause to fear me. I kneeled in front of him , desperate to understand the reasons behind his actions.

"Dean...I'm sorry." He said. That was the most confusing phrase that had ever come from his mouth. What did he have to be sorry for? I was the one that let it happen. My feelings had gotten the better of me and allowed me to molest my own brother.

"Sammy , you have nothing to apologize for." I told him. It was the god's honest truth. I was the one who needed to beg forgiveness.

"Yes , I do. I started it last night. I kept on after that...I..." Sammy managed to spit out before he broke down. Sobs wracking his entire body. It looked painful even. I needed to set this right.

"Sammy...I started it. I got...excited. Besides I let you continue. I had the thoughts before that. Please don't blame yourself." I pleaded with him to understand. This was my burden to bear. My sin to banish.

"Dean , what do you mean about thoughts before?" Sammy asked. Right. He would pick up on that.

"Nothing. Look , we forget it. It never happened. Okay?" I tried to find the phrase that would comfort him. He starred at me like I had grown three heads. The silence grew and I studied his face. Then it was blank. He had wiped all emotion away. I was scared. He had never done that.

"Fine." Was all he said. I still understood the words that he with held. The conversation was over. I guess he had learned from the best. We were gone that day. In every sense of the term. We left the town and the room and the people we had been.

It had been weeks since that conversation and every one since was filled with unimportant things. We never spoke of anything other than the job. It was festering below the surface. One day it was going to burst. We kept our distance. Never touching. Life had become a game of rules. The object was to not break them. I still felt those feelings , but I surpressed them whenever they came. We were bitter more and more. Every day added to it. Then it all came crashing down. Dad had sent us to work a haunting in an abandoned asylum. That was where the truth would fight it's way to the surface.

We had gathered all the info. The doc that ran the place had treated the patients like guinea pigs. So one night they rioted. Killed the staff and each other. The survivors were moved and the asylum closed. Only they never found all the bodies. Including the good doc's. We geared up for a night of ghost busting. Walking in the doors , it gave you a cold feeling. A sure sign that there's evil around. It chilled you to the bone.

The walls were covered in mold and mildew. The smell of it burned my nostrils. Faded blood stains littered the floor. The patients had gotten their revenge all right. Kids had left their mark over the years. Tagged any available space. The power had long been disconnected. The whole place screamed creepy. We split up. Those bodies needed to be found and burned. Then she was there. The ghost of a girl in a bloody , tattered gown. Yet she didn't scream danger. She closed the distance between us and whispered in my ear.

"Basement....secret lab..." Just like that she was gone. Now I needed to find Sammy and get to the basement. I looked on every floor. He was no where to be found. The basement was the only place left. I headed down. It lived up to the nightmare you would imagine it to be. Dark and dank. Rusted pipes snaked overhead and water dripped in the distance. Old medical equipment served as a reminder of what had once been. I found the hidden door. There in the middle of the room was Sammy.

"Sammy , where the hell have you been?" I yelled at him. He had me worried.

"Like you give a damn." He replied. His voice was cold and even. It had been like this since the incident , but this had a different feel to it. He turned to face me , gun pointed straight at me.

"Why would you think that?" I asked , still unsure of his intentions.

"You brush me off after what happened and expect me to be like you. Cold and closed off. So what am I supposed to think?" He said.

"It doesn't mean I don't care. I never should have let it happen. I messed things up between us." I told him.

"You never even asked how I felt about it. I wanted it. Have for a long time , but you don't give a damn. It's always about you , never anyone else." He said. Blood was running down his lip. Something was wrong. The doc had gotten to him. He was going to kill me then himself if I didn't do something. Then he took me by surprise. He pulled the trigger. Thank god it was loaded with rock salt. I picked myself up off the ground. Throwing punches and finally getting the opportunity. I hit him over the head. He was out cold.

I found the cabinet that they had stuffed the doc into. I salted and started to light the bones when he appeared. I managed to throw the match before he threw me across the room. It lit and the doc was gone. I dragged my body over to Sammy. He was coming to. It was morning when we made it out of the place. Standing there awkwardly by the car.

The words that he had spoken were burned into my mind. He had wanted this. It still didn't matter though. It was still wrong. We stood there , neither knowing what to say. The silence dragged on. What could we say? I love you more than I should. I want to fuck your brains out. None of it was right. It wouldn't repair the rift that had formed between us. Despite it all , I still wanted him like that.

"Dean...what I said in there...I meant it." Sammy spoke quietly.

"I know. I want this to , but it isn't right. We are brothers." I told him. The hurt was clear as he listened to the words that spilled out of my mouth.

"We can do this and no one has to know." He offered. It was so tempting. Yet I knew that we would know. Somehow someone would find out. Secrets never stay that way forever. Then again my heart ached at the distance between us. Truth was that it felt right in my heart. My head was the one that reminded me constantly that it was wrong. What the hell? I was going there anyway , might as well do it happy. I closed the distance between us. Both physically and emotionally.

It was a different kiss than before. It was slow and filled with the emotions we had been surpressing for so long. It was my own personal heaven. The feel of Sam's hot tongue tangled with mine. It reminded me quickly that I hadn't had release since that night. I was suddenly consumed with a desire to get back to the room. I broke the kiss and climbed in the car. We were on each other the minute we walked in the room.

Clothes were ripped off. Hands roamed free. Heat was building in my stomach. My dick strained painfully in my jeans. Then we were naked. I pushed Sam onto the bed and was kissing ever piece of flesh I could reach. This was the time for more than what we did before. Yet not for the furthest we could go. Neither was ready for that. I worked my way down till I was eye to eye with Sam's hard cock. Then in one move he was engulfed in my mouth. The taste was unlike any other. It was pure Sam. I worked my tongue as I bobbed up and down. Sam was moaning incoherently. Then without warning I felt his hot cum shooting into my mouth , down my throat. It wasn't disgusting like I had thought it would be. It was my new drug.

Sam surprised me by flipping me around and returning the favor. It was the best blow job I had ever had. When it was all said and done , we slept the best we had since that morning. True there were things that still needed to be said. There would be time for that tomorrow. Tonight was about us. Being happy without worrying about the outside world. Content in each others arms. Dreaming of a safe place to be who we wanted to be. Lovers , brothers. Where there was no wrong in our love. Simply one word described the feeling. Home.