Warning: Smut
The Taste Was Sweeter
***June 18, 2001***
"We must imagine Sisyphus happy." Dean said as he stood in Sam's bedroom doorway. Sam looked up from his magazine confused.
"Since when are you into philosophy?" Sam sat up and flung his legs over the edge of his bed.
"Since I bought you this book." Dean walked into Sam's room and handed him a hardcover book. "It's by Camus."
"You don't pronounce the 's'." Sam took the gift and looked it over. "Thanks, Dean. What's the occasion?"
"Can't I just get my little brother a gift without there having to be an occasion?" Dean blushed slightly. "I hope you like it. The book store guy said you would."
"It's great, Dean. Thank you." Sam brushed his fingers over the cover and looked at Dean with a small smile.
"I'll let you be." Dean turned to leave. Sam stood and rushed to his brother, grabbing his hand. Dean spun around in surprise. Sam wrapped his arms behind Dean's neck and pulled him into a hug. Dean's arms raised to Sam's lower back and patted lightly. Dean swallowed audibly. Sam pulled back after a moment and looked into Dean's eyes.
"Thank you, again." Sam smiled and went back to lie on his bed to read his new book. Dean left Sam's room quickly and went to his own. Sam opened the front cover of the book and saw Dean's somewhat messy writing on the inside cover.
Sam,
I want you to be happy with what you do. Dad was wrong to say those things. I'm not sure if you're into philosophy, but I know you like to read a lot. I hope you enjoy it. Whatever you are, and whoever [sic] you love, I'm ok with that.
Love,
Dean
Sam felt fuzzy and reread the message. Sam turned the page and began reading the words of Albert Camus' The Myth of Sisyphus. He could not believe his brother had been kind enough to think of him.
Later that night, the doorbell rang. Dean stood from the couch and made his way to the front door. He looked out the window and saw his father standing in front. Dean opened the door slightly, just enough to speak to John.
"I thought I told you to stay away. What the hell are you doing here?" Dean said angrily.
"I just wanted to stop by and apologize. I've done a lot of thinking, Dean, and I think I was wrong to treat you and your brother the way I did." John rubbed the back of his neck. "I also wanted to give you this." John handed Dean a small business card with dull colors and tiny print. "That man has an opportunity for you. I used to help him out, but I'm not as young as I was then. I think you and Sam would make a great team."
"Great team? For what?" Dean took the card warily.
"Hunting." John whispered.
"Hunting?" Dean cocked an eyebrow. "Like for deer and rabbits?"
"No, son. Just call Jim, he'll explain it to you." John sighed. "I hope you guys can forgive me some day. I'll hopefully see you around." John walked away and back to a beater car. Dean stared after his dad and looked at the card in his hand. Dean closed the door and turned around. Sam stood at the bottom of the stairs, curious as to who was at the door.
"Who was it?" Sam walked to the fridge and took out a soda.
"It was Dad." Dean tossed the card on the kitchen table and got his own soda. "He said to call that person about a job. Something about hunting."
"Why would Dad care if we had jobs?" Sam scanned the card in his hand.
"I don't know, Sam. I think I should call this guy though. Dad wouldn't just give us this for nothing." Dean walked back to the table and sat down next to Sam. Sam sighed and looked at his hands on the table.
"I get that you're open to this, but I'm not sure if I'm ready to say it yet." Sam fiddled his fingers.
"What are you talking about?" Dean looked up at Sam in confusion.
"That note you wrote in the book. That you're ok with whatever I am?" Sam lifted his eyes to Dean's.
"You don't have to tell me if you don't want to. But the fact that there's something to tell me makes me understand how you feel." Dean gave a small smile in Sam's direction. "And like I said, I'm ok with that. I hope you find happiness."
"I do, too, Dean. I do, too." Sam looked back at his soda on the table. His face flushed bright red. "What about you?"
"What? Do I like guys?" Dean looked at his soda as well. "I'm not really sure, Sammy. My instinct is to say no, but there's this one guy I've been noticing. When the time is right, I hope to explore with him."
"Is it a guy at work?" Sam looked up at Dean.
"Yeah." Dean blushed and held his breath.
"Is it Jeff?" Sam smiled a little.
"No, Sam. It's not Jeff." Dean continued staring at his soda, boring a hypothetical hole in the can. "I don't really wanna talk about it."
"Ok. Well there's this guy at work that I really like, too." Sam blushed again and bore his own hypothetical hole in his own can. "I hope we don't have to compete for the same guy." Sam lifted the corner of his mouth sheepishly.
"I don't think that'll be a problem." Dean smiled. He tentatively reached his hand out to Sam's on the table. Sam turned his hand palm-up and grasped Dean's hand. Both boys looked up at each other slowly. Suddenly, Dean pulled away and cleared his throat. "I'm gonna go to bed. I'll call this guy in the morning." Dean stood and pushed in his chair, making his way upstairs.
Sam watched his brother leave before looking down at his hand where Dean had been holding it. Sam frowned and picked up the cans for recycling. He walked to his bedroom and saw Dean's door open a crack, letting dim light into the hallway. Sam heard Dean panting and swearing. Sam flushed red again and ran into his room, slamming the door shut.
***June 19, 2001***
Dean picked up the card and dialed the number. It rang once, and an older man with a scratchy voice picked up. "Hello?"
"Hi. Is this Jim?" Dean rubbed the back of his neck with his free hand.
"Yes. Who's this?" Jim coughed.
"It's Dean. Dean Winchester. You know my father John?" Dean sat down at the kitchen table.
"Yes, yes of course. He said you would be interested. I have a job and your dad turned it down, but he said you and your brother would want to do it."
"And what exactly is the job?" Dean picked up the card and read it over again.
"I need you to find someone for me. He killed two people and confessed, but the police can't get him for some reason. If you find him and bring him in, you'll get part of the reward." Jim explained.
"So… like bounty hunting?"
"Sort of. But not like in the movies. This is serious business. Do you think you can try it?"
"I guess so. How much is the reward?" Dean said.
"You'd get 30%. So $75,000."
"Wow. Um…I guess I'll take it. What's the guys name?" Dean sat in shock.
"I'll send you the profile the police have and some information I've picked up. Your uncle worked closely on some of these cases with your dad. I'm sure he'd love to help out." Jim coughed.
"Sounds good. Thanks, Jim." Dean smiled into the phone.
"Sure thing, kid." Jim hung up. Dean pushed a hand through his hair and sighed. He went to Sam's room and found it empty. He saw the bathroom light on and steam coming through the crack under the door. Dean heard the water shut off. Moments later, Sam opened the bathroom door with a towel draped around his hips. Sam jumped when he saw Dean.
"Holy shit! You scared me." Sam yelped.
"Sorry." Dean mumbled and cleared his throat. "Listen, I called that Jim guy and he wants us to do a job for him. We have to track down a murderer. They'll give us money."
"Um…ok." Sam looked at Dean confused. "That sounds like something out of a movie. Are you sure it's a good idea?"
"It's $75,000. So even if it's a bad idea, it's worth it." Dean chuckled.
"That's a lot of money. How do we find this guy?"
"Jim is sending us some information from the police. And I guess Uncle Charlie and Dad used to do this, so maybe we could call him." Dean's eyes flicked up and down Sam's half naked body.
"Like what you see?" Sam smirked and walked to his room, closing the door behind him. Dean groaned and leaned back against the wall, putting a hand on his forehead. Dean stood outside Sam's door with his hand on the knob. After a moment, he twisted it and the door opened. Sam leaned over his dresser looking for underwear and clothes without his towel on. Dean looked at Sam's butt and licked his lips. He walked up behind his brother without touching him.
"I like it a lot." Dean forced his larynx to squeak out a few words. Sam stood and turned around with wide eyes.
"What the hell are you doing in here?" Sam yelled.
"I wanted to do this." Dean pulled Sam's face to his roughly with his hands on Sam's cheeks. Dean brushed Sam's lips with his own and then kissed Sam. Sam stood in shock before relaxing and allowing his brother to kiss him. Dean broke away and the boys stared in each other's eyes. Their chests heaved as they breathed deeply. They pushed their foreheads together. Dean closed his eyes and pulled himself away from Sam. He ran his fingers through his hair and turned toward the door.
"Wait, Dean." Sam went to Dean's side. Dean looked at Sam. "What's wrong?"
"This, Sam. This is wrong." Dean shook his head and went to the door. Sam grabbed his arm to stop him.
"No it's not, Dean. I don't think it's wrong." Sam confessed.
"Yeah? Well everyone else does." Dean's face crinkled with frustration.
"Since when do you care what other people think?" Sam was frustrated now, too.
"It's just wrong, Sam. We're brothers. Brothers don't do these things." Dean flushed.
"Again, I don't think it's wrong. I think if two people love each other and are consenting adults, it doesn't matter who or what they are. Love is love, Dean. And I love you. As a brother and more." Sam took Dean's hand. "Correct me if I'm wrong, but it seems like you love me, too."
"Of course I do." Dean looked at Sam. "As a brother. Maybe more." Dean smashed his lips to Sam's again and put his hands on Sam's hips. Sam draped his arms around Dean's neck and they made out. Sam brushed his hands down Dean's chest and over his stomach before stopping at Dean's belt buckle. Dean moaned permission and Sam unlatched his belt. Sam undid the button and pulled the zipper down, exposing Dean's green plaid boxers. Sam stuck his hand under the waistline of Dean's boxers and groped his dick. Dean moaned again and nudged Sam to the edge of his bed. Sam turned them around and pushed Dean's shoulders so he would sit on the bed. They broke their kiss and Sam fell to his knees.
"You don't have to do this." Dean grunted.
"I want to. I've been wanting to." Sam smiled and pulled Dean out of his boxers. Sam eyed the long, hard dick in his hands and slowly licked a trail from balls to tip on the bottom side. Dean groaned and cussed.
"Fuck, Sammy." Dean squeezed his eyes shut.
"Is this really a good time to be calling me Sammy?" Sam put his tongue over the head of Dean's penis and wrapped his lips around the shaft. Sam sunk lower and hollowed out his cheeks as he created a vacuum. Dean kept moaning and put his hand on Sam's head, pushing him further down. Sam gagged slightly, but swallowed his brother down so the tip of Dean's penis poked his tonsils.
"I'll call you Sammy if I want." Dean panted out. "God, Sammy." Sam smiled around Dean's dick and pushed his face as far down as it could go. Sam cupped Dean's balls and put his other hand on Dean's knee for support. Sam hummed as he sucked and bobbed his head on his brother's schlong. Dean was about to cum when the doorbell rang. Sam worked his mouth faster before pulling off with a pop. Precum dripped down his chin as Sam looked up at Dean. Dean groaned.
"No Sammy. Don't stop." Dean demanded.
"Someone's at the door." Sam stood and put some boxers and jeans on quickly. He forced Dean to stand and shoved Dean's cock back in his pants. "Go answer it." Sam pecked Dean on the lips. Dean sighed and went downstairs to answer the door with his cock still hard. Dean opened the door and a short man with glasses and gray hair stood in front of him.
"Can I help you?" Dean asked rudely.
"Yes. I have a package for you from Jim. He said it was urgent." The man handed Dean a box with files and pictures in it.
"Oh, yeah. Thanks. I didn't realize it'd be here today." Dean took the box. "Is that all? I was sort of in the middle of something."
"He wanted me to make sure you had the right equipment. Can I come in?" The short man gestured past Dean with his head. He held up a large black nylon duffle bag.
"Um…Like I said, I was in the middle of something."
"I can wait." The man smiled. Dean huffed and stepped aside so the man could pass. "I'm Marty." Marty held a hand out to Dean. Dean shifted the box and shook Marty's hand.
"You can wait there." Dean pointed at the table. He set the box down. "I'll be right back." Dean walked away awkwardly. He made it to Sam's room and closed the door. "There's a man downstairs. He wants to show us some equipment for our job."
"Then why are you up here?" Sam looked at Dean confused. Dean pursed his lips.
"I can't sit through that with a raging boner. We never finished. He said he'd wait." Dean shrugged.
"You want me to suck your dick with a stranger in the house?" Sam cocked an eyebrow.
"Yes. If you want to." Dean sat down on the bed and whipped himself out of his pants. "Please."
"Fine." Sam swallowed and walked over to Dean. He dropped back to his knees and took Dean in his mouth. Dean let out a breath he was holding and put his hand back on Sam's head.
"That's it, Sammy. Just like that." Dean drawled.
Sam kept working Dean until his mouth flooded with Dean's cum. It shot to the back of his throat and he swallowed all of it. Sam licked up the extra semen and swallowed that too.
"Fuck, little bro. That was hot. When this guy leaves you'll have to blow me again." Dean smiled.
"Maybe. Or we could switch." Sam wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. He stood and found a shirt. Dean tucked himself away and made himself presentable. The brothers went downstairs to find Marty.
"Sam, this is Marty. Marty, this is my little brother Sam." Dean introduced the men to one another.
"Nice to meet you, Sam. I work with Jim." Marty held out a hand for Sam to shake.
"Nice to meet you, too, Marty." Sam shook his hand. "Sorry. My hand's a little sweaty."
Marty laughed. "Sweaty. Right." Marty sat back down and opened the duffle bag.
"Excuse me?" Dean tilted his head defensively.
"Nothing." Marty waved a hand to dismiss Dean. Marty reached in the bag and took out a handgun. "Now, this is a Glock 17 Gen 4. It's good for your everyday business." Marty set the gun down on the table and reached back in the duffle. Dean picked up the Glock and studied it. Marty pulled out a rifle next. "This is a P-415 AR. That stands for assault rifle. It's powerful." Marty set it down. Marty held up a fixed-blade hunting knife. "Careful with this." Marty pulled out two sets of handcuffs and put them on the table next to the guns. He took two steel nightsticks out and put them by the handcuffs. "And that's all I've got for you today. Good luck, boys. By the way, no one's gonna believe that brother shit."
"What brother shit?" Dean looked up from the glock he was examining.
"Two guys living together? Clearly you're not brothers." Marty laughed.
"We really are brothers. Our last name is Winchester. Ask Jim." Sam said frowning.
"Right. My mistake. I'll see you two around, then." And with that, Marty exited through the front door. Dean and Sam looked at each other.
"What an asshole. I should have used this on him." Dean held up the gun.
"You can't just go around shooting people you don't like. Otherwise I'll be forced to track you down too." Sam smiled. "Do you want to look over these files?"
"Not really." Dean sighed. "It's gonna take forever."
"Maybe we could do something else then?" Sam smirked and Dean's head shot up to look at Sam. Sam walked to Dean and pulled him close by the shoulders. He leaned in with his mouth by his ear. "I want you, Dean." One of Sam's hands snaked to grab Dean's boner through his jeans. Dean closed his eyes before stepping away from Sam.
"Hang on." Dean put his hands up in front of him. "What is this, Sam? I mean, what are we doing here?"
"This is us expressing our love for one another. Do you not want this?" Sam frowned.
"Yeah I want this." Dean gestured between Sam and his bodies. "But what about this?" Dean gestured between Sam and his heads.
"What do you want it to be?" Sam's face softened.
"I'm not even sure what it can be." Dean confessed. He looked down slightly.
"We could just wait and see. But I'd still like to do this." Sam mimicked Dean's gesture between their lower bodies.
"That sounds good, Sammy." Dean smiled and stepped closer to Sam. "What exactly was it that you wanted me for?"
"I wanted you, Dean Winchester, to fuck me." Sam smirked and took hold of Dean's shoulders again. He leaned in to Dean's ear to whisper, "I want you inside me, baby."
Dean shuddered and put his hands on Sam's waist. They started kissing passionately and groped each other everywhere. Dean moved them up the stairs, only breaking the kiss a few times, before going to Sam's room. Sam put his arms up so Dean could take off his shirt. They reconnected and Dean pushed Sam onto the bed. Dean held himself on his hands with his knees between Sam's thighs. Dean took his own shirt off and leaned back down to kiss Sam. Their tongues fought and Sam trailed his fingers down Dean's stomach hair to the edge of his pants. Dean helped Sam take off his jeans and boxers in one fluid motion. Dean unbuttoned and unzipped Sam's pants and tugged them down to Sam's knees. Their dicks touched and they both moaned. Dean got up and pulled Sam's jeans all the way off. He held up a finger to signal "One Minute" before he left the room. Sam huffed his frustration. Dean came back in less than a minute with condoms and lube. Dean looked at his little brother sprawled out on the bed before him naked as the day he was born. Dean crawled on top of Sam again and kissed him passionately. He flipped Sam onto his stomach and reached for the lube. Dean greased up his fingers before spreading Sam's asscheeks and slathering lube on his hole. Dean tapped Sam's hip to tell him to get on his knees. Sam obeyed and Dean put his index finger by Sam's asshole.
"You ready, Sammy?" Dean whispered.
"Yes, Dean. God yes. I want it so bad." Sam buried his head in the pillow between his elbows. Dean pushed the tip of his finger into Sam's hot hole and both men moaned. Dean continued easing his finger through the tight ring of muscle and felt Sam's walls clench on him. "Ugh, Dean. That's so good."
"You want more Sammy?" Dean pulled his finger out and lined up his middle finger next to the index finger.
"Yes. Fuck yes. Give it to me." Sam squeezed his eyes shut as Dean pressed his fingers in. Dean's fingers stretched Sam's hole and Dean's dick became achingly hard. "I want your dick, Dean. Fuck me with your big cock."
"Hang on, Sammy. Don't wanna break you." Dean eased both fingers out before adding his ring finger to the mix. Inside Sam, Dean spread his fingers to stretch Sam open. Dean fucked his little brother with his fingers until he was ready. Dean put more lube around and up Sam's opening before tearing open the condom foil and rolling the rubber on his intensely hard dick.
"Hurry up, Dean. Get it in." Sam begged and waved his ass in the air.
"It's gonna hurt, Sam. It's gonna hurt a lot." Dean slapped some lube over his covered dick before lining himself up to Sam's butthole. "You ready?"
"Yeah. I want it, Dean." Sam relaxed himself. Dean grabbed Sam's hips and pressed the head of his cock on Sam's hole. Dean slowly passed the tip through Sam's muscles. Inching in, Dean panted and sweated. Sam's insides gripped Dean's dick so tight Dean almost passed out from the pleasure. Sam cried out and Dean halted.
"You ok?" Dean began backing out of Sam.
"Yes. Keep going, Dean." Sam pushed his hips back toward Dean. Dean grunted and started easing himself in again. Both were panting and swearing under their breath. Finally, Dean was balls deep in his little brother. Dean stayed like that for a moment.
"Fuck, Sammy. You're so fucking tight." Dean leaned over Sam's back while lifting his hips into him.
"Move, Dean." Sam yelled as loud as he could with his mouth muffled by the pillow he was biting. Dean started pulling himself out before plunging back in. He repeated this motion and his balls slapped Sam's cheeks with an obscene sound. Dean spread Sam's buttcheeks and continued slamming into him, faster and faster.
"Hng…Dean. Fuck. Me. Harder!" Sam managed between breaths. Sam reached down to his own aching cock and stroked himself according to Dean's movements. Dean felt his orgasm nearing.
"Sammy, fuck. I'm gonna cum, Sam." Dean bit out as he slammed harder into Sam.
"God, Dean. Cum in me. I wanna feel you cum inside me Dean." Sam felt his own orgasm flood his senses. He went blind for a moment as he exploded over his hand and the bed. His walls clenched around Dean who moaned loudly as he tipped over the edge. Dean released himself in Sam. Dean continued randomly thrusting as he rode out his orgasm. After a few minutes of bliss, Dean pulled himself out and fell on his back next to Sam. He rubbed his face before reaching to remove the condom, tossing it on the floor.
"That's gross. Pick that up." Sam chastised.
"It's fine. I'll get it tomorrow." Dean rolled on his side and hugged Sam into him. "I love you, Sammy."
"I love you, too, Dean." Sam said tiredly. They spooned throughout the night as they slept. Their breathing somehow synchronized and their chests rose and fell together.
To Be Continued…
