Title: Fumbling in the Dark

Author: Wincesteriffic Kaz

Info: A spell steals something precious from Sam and leads to a revelation between the brothers. Set early season 2 Dean/Sam

Author's Note: I probably could have gone a whole nother chapter before getting to the naughty nookie but… my lovely roomie and fellow fanfic writer would likely have shaved me bald in my sleep. LOL Thank xwincesterx for the horizontal mambo here.

Graphic depictions within.

Disclaimer: I don't own 'em but if I did…they'd never get dressed. Heh heh heh

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Sam slid a finger inside himself as he stroked his cock and gasped out a moan. It'd been almost a week since he'd had enough alone time to himself to really enjoy it and God how he missed it. He twisted his shoulder to get his finger further into himself and chewed on his bottom lip to try and muffle the pleased cry when he found his sweet spot and pressed on it. In his mind was a vision of Dean, a parade of all the times over all the years that he'd seen Dean coming out of the bathroom in a towel, all the glimpses of him naked as he dressed, and the feel of Dean's wet skin under his fingers. Sam came suddenly on a shout of his brother's name and ground his forehead into the tiles while his cock pulsed in his hand.

Dean jerked back from the bathroom and yanked his hand out of his pants with Sam's shout. "Son of a bitch," he gasped and backed away. The wrong of it swirled sickly through him and he grabbed his shirt, the first aid kit and all but ran for the door, trying to forget the sound of his little brother coming with his name on his lips and just how much it made Dean want to walk in that bathroom and come with him.

Chapter 3

Dean swerved the Impala off the road into an obliging field, turned off the engine, and then sat staring out the windshield at the moonlit grass. In his ears, he could still hear Sam's voice, hear it raised in passion, in need… shouting his name. "Jesus, I am so fucked up." He widened his legs to make room for his still painfully hard cock. He unbuckled his belt, pulled down the zipper and shoved his hand into his shorts.

"Goin' to hell," he muttered and dropped his head back as he started jacking his hand up and down the shaft of his cock. He needed the release and if thoughts of Sam were in his head, it was purely coincidental. He gasped, running the pad of his thumb over the slit and heard Sam's voice again. "Fuck!" Dean thrust up into his fist while his own rough breaths filled the car and he was coming embarrassingly fast. He rolled his hips up, fisting his cock as it spurted, moaned and gasped and panted through it while picturing Sam with the damn towel hitched just below his hipbones.

"Son of a… how did I get so screwed up?" Dean pulled his hand out and grabbed a rag from the floorboard to wipe the come from his hand. "How did WE," he amended, forced to acknowledge the fact that he was apparently far from alone in this whole thing. He grimaced at the large wet spot in his boxers and fastened his pants back up. A quick glance down at his left arm showed the slice from the witch's basement bleeding sluggishly again. "Dammit."

He pulled the first-aid kit over and pawed through it for a bandage. Dean quickly wrapped his wounded arm and then pulled his t-shirt on. He pushed away thoughts of Sam naked and whining with a shiver for the feeling it gave him. His brother was blind for fuck sake, and here he was wanting to lay him out and… Dean shook himself hard. "Get a grip, asshole!" He fired up the engine and pulled back out onto the road. It didn't matter what screwy thoughts were going through Sam's head to make him come with Dean's name on his lips. What mattered was how Dean handled it, and picturing your little brother begging you to come was not something that should ever be on Dean's list of things to do to take care of Sammy. He pushed the gas pedal to the floor and sped along the quiet road back into town for dinner and a slice of normalcy and pointedly did not think about Sam.

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Sam stood in the bathroom leaning on the sink counter and hated himself. How could he come thinking of his big brother? He raised his head and felt tears on his face at his inability to see himself or anything. He held a hand up in front of his face and choked back a sob because there was nothing but black; just the darkness.

"Oh, God," Sam groaned and bent over, wrapping his arms around himself. He felt unclean because of his thoughts about Dean and hopeless about the possibility of ever regaining his sight. This was going to be his life forever now, dark and alone. He swallowed back the tears and felt around for his clothes. "Suck it up, dammit," he said hoarsely and started the laborious process of pulling on his clothes. He got his boxers and sweat pants on and couldn't find his shirt and he growled with frustration.

"Fuck it," Sam said angrily and turned, fumbling for the door handle and pulled it open. "Dean?" he called but there was no answer. His brother wasn't back yet and Sam frowned. He'd been gone quite a while as Sam had spent more than the usual amount of time under the hot spray relieving some of his stress. "Damn. Where'd I leave my phone?" He tried to remember where he'd put it and took a few halting steps out into the room. It was incredibly disorienting to not be able to see the room. He'd only paid it the bare minimum of attention when they'd checked in, and he wished now he'd actually looked at it, taking it in and mapping everything out in his head. The list of things he took for granted being sighted was growing longer by the day.

Sam took another step and stopped as an odd, dizzy feeling swept through him. He frowned and a moment later, pain crashed through his skull. He cried out and staggered, crumpling to his knees as the pain became stronger. He could feel tears streaming down his cheeks, his eyes burned, and still he could see nothing. It was like the aborted vision the day before, and he wondered suddenly if it could kill him as he rolled to the floor on his side and curled around his head. Distantly, he heard the sound of the door opening but couldn't focus on anything except the pain.

"Sammy!" Dean shouted when he walked in and saw his brother on the floor. In his mind, a myriad of horrifying possibilities played out, and he hated himself for staying away as long as he had. He dropped the bag of food on the floor as he knelt beside his brother and cursed himself for being a coward and staying out so long. "Sam, I'm here, buddy. What's wrong? Are you hurt?" Dean took Sam's bare shoulder and tried to pull him over onto his back, but Sam was determined to stay in the fetal position. Dean frowned as he leaned over and saw the deep lines of pain etched in his brother's face. "Shit, another aborted vision like before?"

Sam managed one short nod and dug his fingers into his scalp to try and relieve the building pressure. He would have welcomed a vision at that point, even knowing he'd see someone else's death if only he could see anything at all. But as before, there was nothing; only darkness and mind-numbing pain, and he cried out again as it reached a new level and then left him gasping on the floor.

"Easy. Easy." Dean saw the moment the pain left him as Sam's body seemed to collapse in on itself. He cursed and pulled Sam gently up until he was leaning against his chest with his head under his chin. "I'm right here. You're ok. It's ok." All his carefully laid plans to stay at arm's reach from his brother fled before Sam in pain. There was nothing Dean wouldn't do to make that better, or try to.

Sam fisted a hand in Dean's t-shirt and tried to breathe around the overwhelming need to throw up. He didn't want to do that again. "S'ok," he whispered after a moment but made no move to uncurl from Dean's embrace. He listened to his big brother's heart beating under his ear and let it settle him; felt Dean's chest rising and falling as he breathed and used that to slow his own breathing.

"That's it. Keep breathin'. You're ok." Dean rubbed a hand in circles on Sam's back, feeling the shiver of leftover pain through his skin. "Sorry I took so long, man. I didn't mean to be gone so long. Got dinner, though." Dean snorted as he looked over at the bag on the floor. "It's a little shaken now." Sam groaned and he nodded with a smirk. "Right. No food for you. I don't wanna clean it up either." Sam started to move and Dean held on to him. "No, just sit for a minute more, dude. Wait 'til you're steadier."

Sam nodded and settled into Dean's embrace. As the pain left him and his brain started to function again, he realized how comforting it was to be held by Dean and how much he enjoyed the smell of him; not body odor, just the leather and gun oil smell that always seemed so uniquely Dean. He'd never paid a lot of attention to it consciously before, but now he was hyperaware of it and how safe it made him feel, like being bundled up in the backseat with his big brother when he was a kid. It felt like home.

"Dude, are you deep breathing or sniffing me?" Dean asked with a soft laugh as he looked down at Sam's shaggy head. He rubbed his hand briskly up Sam's arm. "You wanna try movin' to the bed now?"

"Yeah," Sam said softly and took hold of Dean's arms while his brother moved. "Not too fast. Don't wanna hurl again."

"Got it. Trust me." Dean stood slowly, bringing Sam up with him as gently as he could until finally he was standing with his head ducked down and resting on Dean's shoulder. "Ok, bed. Come on."

Sam let Dean steer him across the room and felt the side of the bed against the back of his legs a moment later. He sat with Dean's guidance and then slumped over to hang his head in his hands. "God, that sucks."

"Yeah." Dean sat beside him and blew out a breath. "I'll go through the witch's grimoire in a minute here. I'll find something and Bobby and I'll get you back to normal. Promise."

"Don't," Sam said suddenly and lifted his head miserably. "Don't promise me. You can't know that yet, and I can't…" he sighed and shook his head, closing his useless eyes. "I just don't want to get my hopes up anymore." He rubbed his fingers over his closed eyes and thought of all things he might never see again, and chief among them - and most painful - was Dean. He missed seeing his brother; his stupid spikey hair that he insisted he never put gel in, his ridiculous plump lips that always seemed to beg for a kiss, and even Dean's girly eyelashes. Perhaps he missed those most of all, seeing them when Dean drove and the sun would hit them just right so they would glow in a golden fan over his eyes. Sam sighed painfully… Dean's green eyes. A tear fell unnoticed down his face with the knowledge he might never be able to actually look into those amazing eyes ever again; like warm grass on a summer day, Sam always thought.

"Sammy?" Dean reached over and brushed a tear from his little brother's cheek with his thumb. "What's goin' on?"

Sam shook his head and spoke in a voice tight with grief. "Nothing."

"Right." Dean said softly and looked down to find one of Sam's hands picking at the hem of his t-shirt. He didn't think Sam was even aware he was doing it and that somehow made it all the more meaningful. "It's gonna be alright, Sam. No matter what, it's gonna be ok. You just gotta trust me."

Sam nodded, too choked up to speak and then turned on impulse. He threw his arms around Dean, bumping him with his elbow and finally managed to get his arms around him.

"Hey, hey. Sammy." Dean sighed, shook his head and wrapped his arms around his brother in defeat. How could he refuse Sam anything with what he was going through? He felt Sam shiver and held him tighter, trying to impart some body heat to his shirtless little brother. Unbidden came the memory of Sam's voice from the shower, the sounds of him coming and Dean tensed.

"Dean?" Sam asked hoarsely, feeling the slight but noticeable change in his brother's posture, but didn't release his hold. It felt good to be held by him; and more, it felt exciting for reasons Sam knew were wrong clinically but realistically weren't making much sense to him anymore. How could it be wrong to love someone as much as he loved Dean and, truthfully, always had? He tilted his head up, feeling Dean's jaw slide down his tender forehead. He felt the brush of his big brother's lips over the end of his nose and Sam went with instinct and need. He opened his mouth and caught Dean's lips against his own in a light, barely-there kiss that sent sparks shooting through him. The feel of those soft, plush lips he'd always watched brushing against his own, warm and wet was enough to have Sam squirming with need in his arms.

Dean froze. He was caught with Sam's warm lips against his own and for a moment couldn't decide what to do, how to react. His brother's intent was clear. There was no mistaking the way Sam's arms tightened around him, the tremble in his body or the soft gasp of air that brushed his mouth as Sam breathed. Dean closed his eyes and just for a second, allowed himself. He pressed his lips more firmly into Sam's and brazenly darted his tongue out to lick along them, all while the insanity of what he was doing ran in circles through his mind. He didn't miss the needy moan that Sam gave him with the brush of his tongue, and it made Dean bold. He slid a hand into the back of Sam's hair and fisted his fingers in the soft, damp locks as he deepened the kiss and Sam pushed more impatiently against him seeking even more.

"God," Dean breathed into his brother's mouth and then his eyes flew open. "Oh, God!" Shocked at himself, Dean pushed Sam away and lurched up off the bed. "What the fuck are we doing? What the fuck am I doing?"

Sam lost his balance as Dean's body vanished and he slid to the floor onto his knees with a thump. "Dean?" He asked in a wavering, fearful voice because what the hell was he thinking? He kissed his brother and any moment now, Dean would surely beat him for it. But then Sam frowned into the darkness because Dean had kissed him back. Not just kissed him back, but made it more, had thrust his tongue along Sam's lips and into his mouth. He brought his hand up and ran his fingers over lips that still tingled from the contact and desperately wished again that he could see Dean's face.

"Jesus." Dean backed away from the bed and his brother, looking down at Sam on the floor and stared at him. "Sam, this is fucked up. Even for us, this is… what the fuck? I can't…" Dean paced away from him and looked at the room door, feeling the need to escape and get as far away as possible from whatever this thing between them was.

Sam heard Dean's footsteps moving away heavily toward the door and panic blew through him. "Dean! Don't!" He used the bed and rushed to his feet, swaying as his lack of sight made his balance waiver and stretched his hands out toward where he hoped Dean was. "Not like this. Don't walk out! God, Dean, don't please! I won't… I promise, I…" Sam swallowed hard around the lump of fear in his throat. "I'm sorry, ok? Just… just can we forget it? It didn't happen. I'm sorry. Don't leave!" 'Don't leave me alone' hung unspoken in the air between them.

Dean watched the emotions flow over his little brother's face, fear and sadness chief among them, and hated himself a little more for putting them there. Sam truly believed that Dean was just going to walk out and leave him alone and blind because of what they had done. "I'm not leaving, Sam. Ok? I wouldn't do that. I'd never do that." He dropped heavily into the chair at the table so Sam would hear him, and he watched his brother's sightless eyes roll around the room fearfully before following the sound in his direction. "This is wrong, Sammy. You're… we're brothers for fuck sake."

Sam lowered his arms, weak with relief that Dean wasn't going to walk out on him. He sat back carefully on the edge of the bed and tried to calm down. "Why is it wrong?" he finally asked softly once he had the storm of emotions more under control. "I mean, really… why?"

"You crack your head when I wasn't looking?" Dean asked in surprise. "Brothers, Sam. Never mind the whole two guys thing. Not that I got a problem with that."

Sam snorted. His brother's sexual exploits were well known to him, and, thanks to Dean's love of boasting, he was well aware he'd had partners of both sexes over the years. He swallowed and tried to put order to the feelings inside him. "I know we're brothers but… we've only ever had each other, you know? And, yeah, I know it's supposed to be wrong, but why, really? I mean, it's not like we're gonna have three-headed babies or something."

"Pretty sure there's laws against it, genius." Dean rolled his eyes and scrubbed a hand over his face. "I don't know what the hell's goin' on with us, Sammy, but this can't happen."

Sam slumped down, putting his head in his hands and nodded miserably. He'd expected as much, really. Even as a teenager, when he'd first had less than pure thoughts about Dean, he'd known never to even mention it. Never mind what Dean would have said; their father would have likely killed him. "Ok," he whispered and tried not to choke on the lump of regret in his throat.

Dean watched him and could see it all, the pain and misery that was folding around Sam with his rejection, and the more he thought about it, the less insane it all seemed. They had never lived their lives by standards that other people called 'normal' or that society deemed 'appropriate". They hunted monsters for fuck sake and battled demons and dug up graves. And then there was the credit card fraud, impersonating federal agents and cops and whatever the hell else they needed, breaking and entering, hustling for cash… There were laws against all of that too. Dean stared down at his feet and began to understand just how Sam saw them. They belonged to each other, laws and society be damned. "Christ, Sammy we are some kinda screwed up," he muttered.

"I'm sorry," Sam said softly and for the first time, he was glad that he couldn't see Dean's face. He didn't want to see the disgust that was no doubt there.

Sam wanted this; that was very clear to Dean. And if he was honest with himself, there was a part of him that had wanted it for a very long time. He'd just spent half their lives ignoring it. He rose and went to the bed to kneel in front of his brother. "Sammy." Sam jumped when Dean slid his hands tentatively onto his knees and up to rest over his thighs. "I'm the one who's sorry."

"What?" Sam asked in confusion and looked down at Dean's hands on him, though he couldn't see it. "Dean…"

"I think… maybe… you're right." Dean rubbed this thumbs back and forth, watching the motion, contemplating the feel of Sam's muscles under his hands and found that he liked it… a lot, especially as they began to quiver in reaction. "You're not the only who's thought about this shit. I mean us. You and me, like… fuck, I hate talking." Impulsively, he lunged up and caught Sam's mouth with his again.

Sam couldn't stop the soft moan of want from bubbling up out of his throat as Dean kissed him, and this time there was no hesitation, only Dean licking into his mouth like he belonged there, and, Sam thought, he did. He dug his fingers into his brother's shirt, desperate for the contact and then slid his hands up the column of Dean's neck until he could feel his jaw moving, flexing with the kiss. He was left panting for breath by the time Dean finally pulled back enough to rest their foreheads together. "Dean. God."

Dean nodded and licked his lips while he stared at Sam's kiss-swollen mouth and wanted to bite his lips cherry red. He pushed that desire down and leaned back enough to look at Sam again because he had to be sure. "Do you really want this, Sammy?" he asked softly and brushed his fingers along his brother's strong jaw affectionately. "I mean me?" Dean frowned a little. "You don't even like dudes."

Sam shook his head. "I, uh… I do. Well, I mean, I like…" Sam blew out an embarrassed breath and decided he may as well be completely honest for once. "Do you know what pegging is?"

Dean snorted a laugh. "Dude, it's me. Of course I know what pegging… wait." Dean leaned back a little further while his eyes widened in surprise as he looked at Sam's reddening face. "Are you tellin' me that Jess… You and Jess. She used to… to you… with a dildo?"

"Shuddup, alright? Yes." Sam ground out and would have pulled away in shame if not for Dean's hands around his head. "I always… every time, I always thought of you when… just, yeah."

"Holy fuck," Dean breathed with that mental image slamming into his head and stealing his breath while his cock gave a jump of interest in his jeans. "That is… wow." He grinned at his brother's flushed face and leaned back to bite his bottom lip. "Really… fuckin'… hot, Sammy. Damn."

Sam felt a smile spread over his face while Dean ravaged his lips. "Yeah?"

"Hell, yeah." Dean let his hands slide down Sam's back over his warm skin, reveling in the sensation of touching him, really touching him in a way he'd never allowed himself to entertain outside of dreams. He chuckled when Sam grabbed his shirt and pulled it up his back. He ducked his head so Sam could pull his shirt off. He knelt up on his knees and wrapped his arms around Sam's back so he could press their chests together. The feeling of bare skin pressed to skin made Dean moan into Sam's mouth.

"God, Dean." Sam felt giddy, lightheaded now that he had Dean wrapped in his arms. He smoothed his hands down his brother's back, feeling all the skin over taut muscle and shivered in reaction. "Feel so good."

Dean nodded and pushed Sam back on the bed so he was lying across it with his feet on the floor. "Wanted to do this for so long," he murmured as he pulled his fingers in a slow glide down Sam's chest and across the fluttering muscles of his stomach to the band of his sweatpants.

"Fuck," Sam breathed and threw his head back with Dean's fingertips making a maddening trail down his body. It was somehow even more overwhelming unable to see Dean or know what he would do next. He felt his brother tug at his sweats and had a moment of shyness, worried about Dean seeing him naked and finding he didn't want him after all.

"Shh." Dean soothed and put a hand over Sam's heart on his chest. He could read the expression on his little brother's face and knew what he was thinking. "You're beautiful, Sammy." He said it softly, reverently as he tugged the sweats down his brother's hips with his other hand and freed his cock. His mouth watered and he was a little in awe that he could do this. "Fuckin' gorgeous."

Sam's back arched on a cry as he felt Dean's hand rub up his cock and then wrap around it in a firm hold. "Dean! Oh, God, yes!" He cried out again when Dean's fingers pinched gently at one of his nipples and gasped. "Thought about this… about you… so much!"

"Yeah?" Dean leaned down and licked a striped up Sam's stomach, smiling as his little brother trembled beneath him and thrust up into his hand again. "What've you thought about, baby boy?"

"Oh, God." Sam moaned brokenly at that and brought his hands up, searching for Dean's head and found it. He tunneled his fingers into Dean's short hair and held on. "You… inside me. Fuck, please, Dean?" He felt Dean's forehead thump into his collarbone and Dean's hand tightened around his cock. "That a yes?"

"Fuck yes," Dean growled and tilted his head up to bite at Sam's jaw. "Don't go anywhere." It should be terrifying, he thought as he forced himself to leave Sam spread on the bed and go to his bag. The thought of having this sort of relationship with his brother was supposed to sicken him, and yet it simply felt right as he pulled the lube out of the pocket and went back to Sam. He knelt on the floor between his brother's legs and blew a warm breath up his cock and watched it twitch in reaction with a grin. He set the lube on the bed and wrapped his hands around Sam's thighs so he could pull him forward until his hips were just resting at the edge.

"Jesus, Dean." Sam wished he could see his brother between his legs and shouted as he felt the warm, wet heat of Dean's mouth close around the head of his cock. He curled up towards his brother and felt frantically for his head or shoulders, needing to touch him. Sam found Dean's head and ran his fingers down the side of his face until he could feel Dean's plush lips stretched around his cock. Sam fell off his elbow to his back with a loud groan and barely resisted the urge to thrust up into it. "Gonna kill me."

Dean hummed and closed his eyes to savor the taste and sensation of Sam in his mouth. Sam wasn't small, and Dean wrapped the fingers of one hand around his base to hold him while he worked to swallow around him.

"Shit!" Sam yelled and lost himself in the feel of Dean's mouth and the muscles of his throat working around the head of his cock. It was almost too much sensation. He was so lost in how it felt, it took a moment for him to realize there were slick fingers rubbing gently around his entrance. "Oh, my… Dean." Sam nearly sobbed as he felt a first finger press and slide inside him. He'd imagined it so many times, Dean's fingers instead of his own, and to have the reality of it now was nearly more than he could stand.

Dean pushed a finger into his brother and popped his mouth off his cock to stare down. He groaned desperately as his fingers found Sam already more open than he should be. "Fuck. That's what you were doin' in the shower. Holy crap, Sammy."

Sam gave a breathless gasp in surprise. "The shower, but… you were gone!"

Dean shook his head against Sam's thigh and looked up the length of his body at him. He eased a second finger and then a third into Sam slowly. "Came back," he said in a gravelly, needy voice while Sam's muscles fluttered around his fingers. "Heard you. Jesus, did I hear you. Almost made me come in my damn jeans."

"Dean. Dean please." Sam reached down and found the top of his brother's head again. "Need you now. I don't… I don't wanna wait anymore. I'm ready."

Dean nodded and slowly eased his fingers out of his brother. "Yeah, you are," he whispered. He shucked himself out of his jeans quickly and ran his hands up Sam's chest as he bent over to kiss him again. "Get on your knees for me, baby boy?"

"Fuck yes." Sam groaned and rolled, letting Dean guide his legs so he didn't kick him as he rolled and knelt on his hands and knees. Another time, Sam would have argued to stay facing Dean so he could see his brother's face but that was no longer an option for him. It wilted his erection a little, that knowledge, and he lowered his head while he tried to push the sadness back.

"I gotcha, Sammy." Dean smoothed his hands over the round cheeks of his brother's ass and marveled at how beautiful he was, how willing, and how Sam was finally his after so damn long. "I've got you," and he meant more than just the sex; he meant everything.

Sam swallowed around the lump of fierce emotion in his throat while Dean's hands roamed reverently over his back and nodded. "I know," he whispered. "I know, Dean." He ducked his head again and bit his bottom lip as he felt the slick head of Dean's cock suddenly pressing against his hole. "Please, please, please."

"Fuck, Sammy." Dean's voice was hoarse. "Think I like it when you beg. Damn." He pushed as gently as he was capable of until the head of his cock slid inside his brother. Dean curled over Sam's back with a low groan. "Oh, man. Oh, God."

Sam nodded, bereft of speech as Dean slowly filled him an inch at a time. It burned with pain, but it was the right sort of pain and stole his breath as Dean split him open until his hips were flush with Sam's ass. He moaned and felt tears on his face as Dean wrapped an arm around his chest and held onto him. "Dean, oh my God."

"You ok?" Dean asked and rubbed his thumb back and forth over Sam's sternum as he held his trembling brother. "Sammy?"

In response, Sam pushed his hips back trying to take Dean even deeper. "Move." He ordered and felt Dean's laugh through their bodies where Dean was connected to him.

"Pushy, Sammy." Dean grinned, sucked in a breath and pulled slowly out until only the head of his cock was still inside his brother. He held firmly to Sam's hip and thrust back inside, hard enough to move Sam against his arm and earned a near howl of pleasure from him.

"Holy shit, there! Right there, Dean!" Sam was astounded that Dean had somehow found his prostate on the first try. It'd taken Sam days to find his sweet spot himself the first time but his big brother just seemed to innately know where it was.

"Next time… you finger yourself… wanna watch," Dean grunted out between thrusts of his hips against Sam's and grinned when Sam whimpered in agreement under him. His mind was blown as he thrust cock in and out of his little brother. Nothing had ever felt this amazing before. No woman had ever made him have to fight so hard not to come like a teenager, but with Sam… Dean was already gritting his teeth, wanting to make it as amazing for Sam as it already was for him.

"Oh, fuck. Dean, so good." Sam cried out with a particularly hard and perfectly aimed thrust to his sweet spot. "Feels so… so good. Gonna come!"

"Yeah. Do it, Sammy. That's it." Dean strengthened his thrusts so that only his arm around Sam's chest was keeping his brother from collapsing to the bed. He felt Sam's muscles surrounding his cock as they began to spasm and the stuttering roll of Sam's hips against his own. "Come on my cock, baby. Come for me."

Sam shouted. If he'd been able to see, he was sure his vision would have whited out from the sheer magnitude of the pleasure that rolled through him. He felt his cock jerk and pulse, felt his own come splash up onto his stomach and his body rolled in shuddering waves while Dean's strong arm kept him up off the bed. "Dean!"

"God," Dean breathed in awe, watching Sam rock and shudder, jerk and cry out under him. He tightened his arm and pressed Sam's back into his chest as the muscles inside his brother clamped down around him so tightly he could barely move. It was enough. Dean came on a bellow of his little brother's name, his back bowed over the top of him, and he dug his teeth into the bend of Sam's shoulder.

Sam cried out as Dean bit his neck and it wrung another small orgasm from him until finally, they both collapsed to the bed, spent and gasping for breath. He didn't even care that Dean's weight was crushing him to the damp blanket. He wanted to wrap the feeling around himself, hold onto it and never let go.

Dean moved after several minutes of relearning how to breathe. He slid gently out of his brother and then slid off to the side. He rolled to his back and pulled Sam with him. "Hey, Sammy. You alright?"

Sam nodded and moved sluggishly until he was half-sprawled on his brother's chest. He smiled. "So much better than alright." He savored the feeling of Dean's hand passing up and down his back in a soothing, loving gesture and spread his own palm over Dean's heart to feel it beat. "Dean?"

"Yeah." Dean sighed and tightened his arm around Sam's sweaty back comfortably.

"Are you gonna freak out about this later?" Sam asked, suddenly serious and worried. It was the sort of thing Dean would do - leap first and hate himself for it later. He didn't want that to happen, not this time. He needed Dean to be alright with them like this.

Dean thought about it for a moment before answering. "I dunno. Maybe." Dean looked down at Sam's sightless eyes, blew out a breath and pulled him closer until he could tuck Sam's head under his chin. "No, Sammy. I'm not gonna freak out, ok? We're good. This?" Dean squeezed Sam's arm and put his other hand into that silky hair to card through it. "You and me? We never gave a damn what anyone thought anyway." He snorted a soft, happy laugh. "Hell, we've only ever been able to count on each other, and I figure this is just our kind of normal and fuck what anyone else thinks."

Sam slumped into his brother in amazed relief and picked his head up, turning it toward Dean's voice. "I, uh… I love you, you know?"

Dean grinned and leaned his head up to kiss Sam softly before answering. "I know, Sammy. I love you too. Just don't expect me to break the ovaries out and say it all the time. You know me."

Sam was surprised into a laugh and settled back into his brother's embrace, not caring that they were a sweaty mess or that he had come beginning to cake to his skin. "Yeah, I know you. Wouldn't want you any other way."

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To Be Continued…