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Chapter 3
Sam had never ran so fast or far in his life even when he played soccer. By the time he reached the motel he was soaked and his hair was now plastered to his head. He opened the door to the dark motel room the only light coming from behind him. He stepped inside Maybe he's asleep. Sam looked around the room taking in the absence of his brother and the disarray all in the same instant. "Dean?" Sam stepped into the room his eyes adjusting to the dark, he was so focused on Dean he didn't bother to do his routine check behind the door. He took another step cursing hisself for leaving Dean there alone. He didn't notice the creaking of the door as it closed or the sudden presence of someone behind him, he did however notice as his hands were pulled behind his back and handcuffed before he could fight. "DEAN!" he called out for help as he was pushed to the bed. His breath left his lungs as he landed face first on the bed.
Gentle, calloused hands pushed his wet hair from his face before a gentle kiss was placed below his right ear. He was gently rolled over by the mystery attacker. His bottom lip trembled as tears filled his hazel eyes. That sight sent Dean back to the day Sammy had lost his shoe, he didn't register Sam was talking until he noticed his lips were moving, "-orry Dea... I didn't mean to fall for you... please don't be angry... please..." Sam's voice took on a pleading waver as he let his head drop in defeat.
Dean dropped to his knees infront of his little brother making sure he had enough room between Sam's legs. He looked up into those hazel eyes he had dreamt about many nights. He smiled his lips inches away if he moved every so slightly he would taste Sam, the smell of peppermint filled his senses causing his mouth to water, he loved Sam's aftershave it drove him nuts. Sam looked at him his eyes slightly red from tears, he continued to apologize his tears falling onto Dean's cheeks. "Shut up, Bitch." Dean teased reaching up to wipe Sam's tears "Imma need an umbrella if you don't stop with the chick flick moment." Sam chuckled at that, his tears had finally stopped.
"Jerk," Sam leaned closer to Dean, their lips brushing as he spoke. Dean smirked and closed the distance gently kissing Sam's perfect lips. Sam groaned lightly he had wanted this for so long, he eagerly returned the kiss his hands struggling against his restraints. Dean chuckled pulling away despite Sam's protests. "Dean, the handcuffs" Sam's voice was rough as he pulled on the cuffs once again. "Please."
Dean nodded and stood fishing in his pocket for the handcuff key. "Fuck, Oh no..." He looked down patting his pockets. Dean searched in his back pockets frantically before walking over to his bed, grabbing his bag and dumping its contents on to the ebony sheets. On the floor infront of Sam laid a small silver key that Sam recognized right away. He smirked and slid of the bed, turning his back to the key he grabbed it and uncuffed hisself. He quietly set the cuffs onto his bed before standing up and walking over to stand behind Dean.
"Good thing you have me, eh Dea?" He whispered as he wrapped his arms around Dean's waist pressing against him. He placed a gentle kiss on Deans neck his hands resting flat on Dean's stomach and chest. Dean let out a deep groan resting against Sam. Sam smirked as he released Dean his hands sliding across Dean's stomach and sides as he stepped back. "I'm going to change before I catch my death of cold." He placed another kiss to Dean's neck before walking to the bathroom with his bag.
"Damn it Sammy!" Dean yelled after his brother watching as he shut the bathroom door. Dean sat down on his own bed listening to the sounds of the water running. He thought about what Sam could be doing in the shower his eyes closing as he pictured his brother, water running over his shoulders, down his chest, stomach, and further. His body responded to that picture, he had sneaked a few peeks in the past of course. He groaned as he opened his eyes he did not want to start this, yet. He laid back his hands resting on his stomach.
Sam stood in the shower the cold water pounded against his shoulders, his veins were on fire and he knew only one way to fix it. He shook his head as he fought the urge, he chuckled as he thought of the look on his brothers face as he walked into the bathroom. He wondered what Dean was doing just then he could see Dean laying on his bed his hand trailing down his chest, abs, to the edge of his boxers where they would slip below the waistban- Sam stopped that thought as he jolted back to the present his breathing had become ragged and shallow, his hands clenched as he leaned against the wall taking deep breaths. He turned the shower off and stepped out grabbing a towel and wrapping it around his waist, he ran a hand through his hair before peaking out the door, his breath hitched and his eyes grew wide with shock as he saw what Dean was doing.
I had to leave it at a cliff hanger! tell me what you want, sexy good times or sweet confessions? I'm leaning towards sexy good times! Read and Review, thanks to the encouragement from the people that did review! :) I'm think of some ideas for nect chapter but i want your input before i do so! so tell me. My Canasian speech slipped through in this chatper Sammy said Eh, oops. Listen to Crazy love by Jensen Ackles and Jason Manns i have been listening to it non-stop!
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