"Nothing."

"Tell me what?" Sam asked again, glancing between the two men. Dean was looking highly uncomfortable and Bobby seemed…Bobby. He was watching both brothers with a calculated look in his eye and Sam would have given almost anything to know what was going on in his head. What did he know that Sam didn't?

"Dean's got something to say to you, but let him do it in his own time, Sam."

Dean glared at Bobby, giving a look that clearly screamed 'traitor'. "Okay…" he said, feeling worry pool in his gut. What did Dean need to tell him? Was it something to do with that demon? "Is it something to do with that demon we fought?"

"In his own time, Sam."

Something tipped Sam off about Bobby's tone and he nodded, immediately dropping it. Whatever it was, Bobby seemed to know and was telling him to back off. Why he seemed to be under the assumption that Dean would tell him anything now when he never had before, at least of his own free will, remained a mystery.

"Fine. Everything's washing except for what we're wearing." He shifted, wishing he'd threw what he was wearing in with the rest, naked or not, because the stiff clothing was uncomfortable as all hell. "How's the car?"

"A mess. It'll be days before I get it fixed."

"Great," he grumbled.

"You guys are welcome to use the spare room in the house."

He gave Bobby a sharp look at the seemingly innocent comment. Dean nodded. "I'm gonna go grab another beer and then get to work."

Sam waited until his brother was out of earshot. "Use the spare room?"

"What? I thought I was being hospitable."

"You know why that's not a good idea. I'm having…a really hard time controlling myself right now. The idiot almost got himself killed! I just want grab him and not let him go, and if I do, there's no stopping what else I might do."

Sam had broken down three years ago when Dean had been out with a girl and had admitted to his father-figure that he had had feelings for his brother for years. He had been convinced that Bobby would demand he leave the house, remove himself from Dean, and never speak to him again…but instead, he'd become his quiet confidant, someone that he knew he could talk to when it became too much to keep silent.

"You'll just have to deal with it, Sam. The car is out of commission, and neither one of you really wants to rent a motel room just to come back every morning. Besides, you share rooms all the time."

"That's different, Bobby!" he spat, wondering why the man that was so understanding before was so heartless now. "We always get two beds! You've only got one and someone can't even sleep on the floor because you've got piles of books everywhere!"

"And I'll thank you to not move them, they're in a certain order."

He knew he wasn't going to get anywhere at seeing the stubborn look in the man's eyes. He wouldn't allow Sam or Dean to move the books and there was only one room. Well, if it became too difficult, he could always sleep on the sofa. Sam sighed and nodded. "Fine. Dean won't like it," he warned.

"Dean'll survive."

"Yeah, but you don't have to live with him complain about it."

Bobby just laughed and gave him a smile that seemed to be more like a smirk than anything. "You love it, and you know it."

"Yeah, yeah," he muttered, but couldn't deny it.

-0-

It took three days for Dean to get the car in the shape he wanted. Sam had offered to help and sometimes Dean actually let him, but most of the time he just watched and threw in unwelcome commentary just to annoy his brother. Not surprisingly, he had ended up sleeping on the sofa, giving Dean the excuse that he couldn't sleep because the man was always rolling around and taking up all the space.

"So you find us a job?" he asked as they headed down a lonely stretch of road and seeing no one in front of behind. He fingered the steering wheel, glancing at Dean next to him, who had his nose in a newspaper.

"Not yet. Mostly just people killing people. Makes you wonder how, with everything out there, the human race is still alive."

Sam grinned a bit. "Maybe."

"What, no speech about the good nature of humans shining through?"

He rolled his eyes. "No," was all he said.

Dean was watching him before he went back to his newspaper. "So."

"So what?"

"I guess I've got to tell you something."

His heart started to pound in concern. Sam had been itching to know what was going on since Bobby had told him that Dean wanted to say something, but he had kept silent like his friend had told him to. That didn't mean he hadn't considered strapping his brother to a chair and making him tell… "Yeah?"

There was a moment of silence and then Dean blurted, almost as if he decided to do it like ripping off a bandaid, "In the dream demon's spell, I dreamed we weren't brothers but lovers, we had sex, and since I woke up, I've still got the urges."

Sam felt his brain seize up and he slammed on the breaks hard. The wheels stopped, the car sliding with a screech over the asphalt, and he turned the wheel enough that they ended up in the dirt next to the road. He heard Dean curse, see him brace his hands on the car to keep himself steady. "What?!" he demanded, sure he hadn't heard that right. Absolutely sure. He had fallen asleep at the wheel, hadn't he?

"You heard me. I'm not saying it again." Dean wasn't looking at him, instead he slumped a little in his seat. "I tried to ignore it. I even thought it was a side effect of what the demon had done, but Bobby says no. Apparently I've wanted this for a long time and I just never noticed."

He decided, in that moment, that if this was a dream, he didn't care. "Dean," he growled. His brother glanced at him out of the corner of his eye, in time to see Sam reach forward, fist his hands in that leather jacket and pull him forward into a kiss. Though he tried to keep it in check, Sam failed. It was fierce, raw, passionate and made up of desperation. For years he'd dreamed of this moment, wondered how his brother would taste, and oh, Dean tasted good.

One hand gripped his brother's strong thigh and he yanked, pulling him over until he was forced to straddle Sam's hips without breaking the kiss. In the movement, Dean accidentally hit the horn, but no one was there to hear the loud sound. It was enough, though, to let Sam know that this wasn't a dream. Rallying some control, he gentled the harsh kiss so he didn't bruise Dean's lips, injecting love into his actions and not just lust.

Dean was the one that broke it first, letting out a soft gasp as he breathed. "Sam—"

"I've waited for a long time for that," he muttered, hands reaching out and running along his brother's chest through his shirt. "I love you, Dean."

There was a moment of silence as they eyed each other across the minimal space between them. Sam's hands slid about to Dean's rear, squeezing just a little and enjoying the grunt he was trying not to let out. He pulled his hips closer, letting his brother feel his arousal through their jeans and Dean's hand reached out, bracing against the seat next to Sam's head. A silent conversation was going on between them and he knew when his brother leaned in to voraciously kiss him, that he had agreed, both to the relationship and what Sam wanted.

Because Sam wanted to hold Dean, wanted to hold him so badly that it felt like a core part of his being. Desperately they kissed and then he watched as his brother leaned back only to pull his leather jacket off quickly, throwing it on the seat next to him. Sam fumbled, reaching down next to the seat, and releasing the catch, allowing the back of it to fall back until he was almost lying down. It just made what they were going to do easier, and it allowed Dean to have control the first time.

"Can't believe we're doing this in my car," Dean muttered as he pulled off his shirt and then began to tug at Sam's.

"This kind of thing is usually done at home, and this car is our home. How's that weird?" Sam replied as his shirt and jacket were tossed…somewhere. He wasn't sure if it was in the backseat or the front, but the cold leather against his heated skin felt so good he moaned just a little. He wasn't sure he was willing to tell Dean that one of his fantasies had been doing this to his brother in his precious car. Dean might actually attempt to kill him for that.

He yanked his brother down, kissing him again fiercely and moaning through their pressed lips when he felt Dean rocking their hips together. Oh hell, Dean knew how to move. It was a tormenting tease, dragging his hips slowly, but with a firm press with every motion of their hips and it wouldn't take long to drive Sam insane doing that.

"Dean," he moaned, finally pressing his brother back a bit to get his attention. More of that and he'd release in his pants, which was not what he had planned. If it was going to be anywhere, it would be inside his partner. "Glove compartment."

"What's in there you want?" Dean muttered, sounding irritated, but he did it anyway. He fumbled, but finally got to the tap and opened it, hunting around the guns. His fingers closed on a small tube and he pulled it out before he gave Sam an indignant look. "You kept lube in my glove compartment?!"

"Shut up. It's come in handy now, or do you not want me to fuck you until you scream?"

"Dude, I don't scream."

"You will when I'm through."

"So you think you're so good at it, do you?"

Sam gave a feral smile. "Get your pants off and I'll show you."

He watched a shiver go down Dean's spine and the saw the hesitation in his eyes. Sam waited and though it would kill him to, if Dean backed off or refused, he'd let him. He wouldn't force anything. Finally Dean handed him the lube and then went to his pants. The amazing contortions that his brother had to go through to get them off while not slamming his head against the roof of the car was both amusing and erotic and by the time he was naked over Sam, he was ready to say hell with the day and do nothing but fuck him.

Sam eased some lube onto his fingers and reached around, softly and gently rubbing at Dean's entrance, taking care to not make any sudden moves. He made sure that Dean knew what he was doing at all times, giving him time to protest, as he pushed one finger inside. He paused as he felt his brother's body clench up at the invasion, but knew better than to tell Dean what he already knew: he had to relax.

"Not a word," his partner hissed.

"Like I'm ever going to tell anyone that you're on the bottom." He gave an indulgent, loving smile. "Besides, it's nothing to be ashamed of."

"Shut up." Just the simple act of talking seemed to calm Dean down and he felt those muscles lose some of their tension and he began to explore, looking for his brother's prostate.

Sam had never actually had sex with a man before, mostly because the only male he'd ever been attracted to had been Dean, but he had learned long ago how this worked. Dean probably only became aware of it after his time trapped by the dream demon, but at least Sam didn't have to explain anything because that would be just too embarrassing. There were limits even for him.

He felt a great sense of relief when Dean opened his button and fly, and he sighed in longing before using his other hand to pull his brother down for a softer, more loving kiss. He used the motion as a light distraction, something to allow Dean to get lost in, as he pushed his second finger. This would be a bit uncomfortable, he knew, as he gently began to widen him.

"Fuck," Dean muttered, breaking the kiss and burying his face in Sam's shoulder. His hands, still on his jeans, paused and there was the faintest tremor through him. "This…didn't feel like in the dream."

"That's because it was a dream," he muttered. "This is your actual first time. It's going to be different."

Before the rebellious comment from Dean could be said, he'd finally found his prostate and he watched in delight as his brother let out a soft cry, arching just a little into the sensations. Really, Dean couldn't have been sexier if he'd tried, and it took all of Sam's restraint not to just say 'screw it' and thrust inside right then. As he slipped a third finger in, Dean's shaking hands began to tug his jeans down a bit and he helped by lifting his hips to get them down to his knees. It caused their erections to brush together and they both let out a simultaneous moan.

"Dean," he growled.

"Do it," was the panted reply.

"Sure?"

"Fuck, Sam, yes! I said yes already!"

He removed his fingers and gripped those hips, helping his brother to ease down. At first he thought he wouldn't fit regardless, but Dean kept moving down and his head finally broke that tight ring of muscle. Sam gasped, throwing his head back against the leather seats. He'd never been in anyone that was so tight before and it took all his control to not just pull Dean down the rest of the way in one quick tug. Instead, he let his brother go at his own pace before he was finally settled, not moving.

"Shit, it didn't hurt like this in the dream."

"First…time…remember?"

"Fuck you, Sam!"

Sam opened his eyes and grinned wolfishly. "No, currently fucking you, Dean. And god, it's like a religious experience."

"Shut up. You want Castiel showing up all of a sudden?"

"Castiel can show up all he likes, I'll just go on fucking you. He can have a free show."

"Sam…"

"Not kidding, Dean. I love you, and I don't give a fuck what anyone says."

"Selfish brat."

"You were the one that made me like this. You spoiled me rotten."

"So what, you think that means I have to give you everything you want?"

"You are now," he murmured in a purr. "I want you and you're giving me what I want, right? Right now, I want you to move."

Dean glared at him and lifted his hips. Sam worried for a minute that he had pissed his brother off, but he quickly came back down. An unwilling gasp was wrenched from his lips and a grunted moan from Dean shivered down his spine. "Don't…mess up…my car," his brother growled.

"Don't plan to. Plan to get off right inside you," he panted, lifting his hips into Dean's motions now as he caught the rhythm. At least this position kept him somewhat in check, otherwise he'd be railing his brother hard, maybe too hard for a first time.

"Son…of a bitch," Dean muttered, his hand fisting into the leather seats at Sam's head as he moved harder, faster now. Sam's eyes were glued open, needing to memorize the sexy man above him just in case this really was him losing his mind. One of his hands left Dean's hips to grab him between his legs and he smiled as his partner let out a whine of delight. Really, the range of sounds his brother was making were both delightful and a terrible turn-on.

"Fuck," he groaned at a tight squeeze. "Fuck, fuck… We're so fucked."

"Now…what?"

"How the hell…am I supposed to not…just press you against something and fuck you raw? It was…hard enough before, but…you're too damn hot!" Dean grinned and Sam decided he'd forgive himself just this once for inflating his brother's ego. "Don't think you're getting out of this…without 'christening' the backseat."

Dean's eyes widened. "You're—"

Sam smirked fiercely as he drove in hard and fast now. "Hell yes. You on your knees, me behind you, and…god, stuff of dreams."

"Tell me that wasn't…what you were thinking of…days ago when I woke you up."

"All right, I won't tell you," he muttered, even though it wasn't entirely true. Best let Dean think it was.

"Oh hell!"

Sam was getting close now and he quickened his pace with his hips and hand, memorizing the much louder sounds now coming out of Dean. With his other hand, he dove his fingers into that much shorter hair and yanked him down, thrusting his tongue into that wet, hot cavern. His movements were becoming jerkier, less coordinated, and Dean let out a whine into the kiss. Suddenly his brother's body locked up over his, clamping down on Sam, and he felt something sticky and went hit his chest and even some on his chin. His hands went to both of Dean's hips as the man panted, resting on him a bit, and he muttered, "Better hold onto something."

Both hands went and gripped the seat and Sam moved Dean up and down into his few, final hard thrusts before he buried himself deeply and threw his head back, letting out a deep, guttural cry. Dean's tongue ran along his neck and Adam's apple as he pumped out his seed and slumped against the seat. Neither of them moved and his mind had been completely blown. It was right in a way words couldn't even describe, pure them, and he couldn't live without it anymore.

"I love you, Dean," he whispered, voice a bit raw. "Really. Not just as a brother."

"…Yeah, me too," was the shuddering sigh and suddenly everything in Sam's life was just that much brighter.