Second chap...weeee
Okay, here's the deal...Im not really sure about writing this, so if i dont hear any reviews, Im probably just gonna stop, cause...just cause. Thing is, this is the first thing like this ive written, so be gentle...

WARNING: wincest...one of the reasons I'm unsure of this whole thing...


Sam was just waking up when Dean sauntered in, all swagger and snark. He closed the door and turned, surprised to see Sam straightening up the covers of the bed they shared. He glared at Dean, a newly acquired skill. Brood, brood, brood. It was all Sam did lately - in the last few months, Sam's little boy awkwardness has dissipated, replaced by scrawny, lanky teen muscles and the strange, masculine grace that followed the Winchester's. He was now refusing haircuts, and his hair hung in a curtain around his face.

"Where have you been?" Dean wasn't the only one with snark.

"It's called food. You should try it, it's what the human race eat." It was only a tease, a smile filtered towards Dean eyes and seemed to settle there permanently.

"So you weren't across the hall, with Ms. OhI'mOnVacation? Cause the Impala hasn't moved all morning." Sam was now slamming things out of his bag onto the dresser, his hair creating a halo around his head in the dull morning light filtering in through the dirty windows, illuminating the room in a false cheery glow. Sometimes Dean would sit and watch his brother clean the motel room (an annoying habit, but not one that seemed to be going away) and it didn't take much to realize that his brother creates more light than the sun ever would in Dean's life.

"Dean!" Sam's voice caught him off guard.
"Yeah, I was actually, Sam." He grinned. "I didn't want to brag, but I can be quite popular." A smile spread his features in a way that can only be called wicked.

Sam was silent for few moments as he refolded his clothes and replaced them in the bag. Dean tossed his jacket down and collapsed onto the crease less bed, enjoying the light feeling in his chest. Sam dropped his bag near the bed and started rearranging the stuff on the nightstand, breath coming in little huffs. Dean sat up and leaned toward him.

"Aww, Sammy. Are you jealous?" Sam huffed
"Why would I ever be jealous of her?" The tension stiffened and Dean's smile disappeared.
"Sam, I meant jealous of me." Sam's hand stilled and then he coughed, breaking the silence.
"What else would I have meant! Huh?" The air heated around him. "I'm going to go try to be human, you know, blend in!" The door reverberated as Sam slammed it shut, and Dean was left sitting there, his head in his hands.


Dean stared at the dark ceiling, his vision pasting little black and white dots across the cracked plaster. He had awoken an hour before without Sam's familiar breathing by his side, and couldn't go back to sleep without knowing that Sam was safe. He was tempted to get up and search for him, but this wasn't a new occurrence; for the last few weeks Sam had been disappearing in the middle of the night. For the first few nights Dean has panicked, his blood rushing to his heart and beating him forward until he found Sam asleep in their Dad's truck bed, or in the backseat of the impala, or even in another motel room he had broken into. Dean didn't bother looking anymore. He lied there in the much too cold bed until the dim creeping of dawn started to reflect against the glass panes of the window. His father had left, telling Dean he wouldn't be back for a while and whispering to keep Sam safe. He didn't ask where Sam was, and Dean wondered if he had even noticed that he wasn't there, or maybe he had been noticing Sam's late night disappearances as well. Both seemed unlikely. Finally Dean roused himself and grabbed his jeans, heading out on foot until he spotted Sam in a swing, long legs splayed in frount of him as he scuffed against the dirt.

"Sam? Sam!" Dean walked into his line of vision and kneeled down. "Look, man, I wasn't going to ask, but this has got to stop. Why do you keep wondering off like this?" Sam was silent, studying his sneakers. "Sammy!" Dean raised one hand to Sam's face and Sam swatted it away. "Answer me damn it!"

"Fuck you!" The words ripped through Sam's throat, clawed their way out and spliced his tounge. "What the hell gives you the right to care about me."
"I do care about you. I just want to know why you do this so I can help." Sam's face crumpled at the words.
"I just...it's hard to be around you sometimes, Dean. It's...Dean..." The last word was almost a sob. and Dean raised his hand to Sam's jaw again, and Sam didn't swat it away. He shifted out of his crouch so he was on his knees, almost level with Sam, and he wondered how Sam had grown up so much on him so fast. Now sixteen, his frame countered Dean's, his wide shoulders jutting farther than Dean's and he was already a good half-inch taller.

"What are you talking about, Sammy?" Sam looked up at him, and it happened so fast Dean almost missed it. Sam's lips brushed his, feather light, almost nothing but a breath of air against Dean's mouth. Then Sam shoved him away hard, his long legs unfolding and he was moving away from Dean, leaving Dean in the dust before a swaying swing.

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Dean went back to the motel, unlocking the door and collapsing onto the bed, barely shrugging off his jacket and kicking off his shoes before he fell onto the pillows softly. The dawn was now well upon them, no longer a glimmer, and it sent scattering light across the room - he was not going to sleep. He listened intently untill he heard Sam's key in the door, then turned towards the wall. Sam didn't say anything, but slowly made his way to the bed and sat barely on the edge, almost not there at all. Dean turned a little bit.

"Dad's not here, he's on his way to Maine. You can sleep in his bed, if you want." His heart caught in his throat as he said the words.
"I know." Sam said, and continued taking off his shoes and jacket. Dean sat up behind him, fisted a hand into his hair and dragged him backwards, his mouth rough against Sam's.
"So stupid. So fucking stupid. You know that?" His lips were greedy against Sam's, taking all he could from him then delving in deeper to give it back. "So fucking stupid." And it was bliss.