Well here' the next chapter, sorry it took so long for me to update, my computer crashed. Enjoy

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Dean sighed as he watched Sam from across the table. He didn't know how much longer hi could do it. The only reason he had ever agreed to continue the messed up thing him and Sam had, was because, well who in their right mind would turn down a extremely Horney, gorgeous teenage boy when he practically throws himself at you?

That and he figured, chances are he was already going to hell after the first time they fucked, he might as well enjoy the ride. Unfortunately, lately Dean had realised when he looked at Sam he felt something other then the usual cock twitch.

He was beginning to fall in love with kid and that scared him shitless. When Sam had first suggested they continue to fuck, he had wanted to say no, afraid that Sam being an emotional teenager would confuse, 'I can't wait to get my cock in your ass' with 'I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you.'

And now he was the one falling in love with someone who, if anybody found out them, he would be put in jail so fast his head would spin. And as far as Dean was concerned, he was far to pretty to be in jail. Although when he thought about, it was more then likely he wouldn't have to worry about going to jail if anybody found out, because Sam's dad would kill him then salt and burn the corpse.

"Dean are you alright?" Sam's concerned voice broke him out of his thoughts.

"Yeah I'm fine kid" Dean answered, aware of his dad sitting next to him and Pete across the table. He flashed Sam a cocky smile.

Sam smiled back, not believing Dean's cover up but turned back to his greasy diner food and resolved to ask him about it later.

Dean once again was lost in his thoughts as he turned his attention to Sam. Who could blame him for falling in love with him? Sam was beautiful. Brunette hair flopped around his face, reminding Dean of a puppy and those big brown eyes, like pools of liquid chocolate. He love those eyes. When they were shining in laughter or clouded over in lust and need.

Sometimes he would swear he saw love in those eyes, but then he would blink and it'd be gone. Sam's skin shone in the sun, it was perfect not a blemish or freckle. It was creamy like milk and he could spend hours licking and sucking that beautiful skin.

And those lips would be the death of him, so soft and pliant and they tasted so sweet. It was like kissing sugar. He didn't know what kind of toothpaste Sam used but he like it. Or maybe that taste was just uniquely Sam?

He didn't know, but what not he did know, looking at Sam and the light headed feeling he got, combined with the overwhelming desire to protect him, he was unconditional in love with the boy and there was no way it was going to end well.

Dean flinched heavily and nearly yelped when he felt someone's foot creep up the inseam of his pants. His eyes narrowed at Sam who was paying unusually large amounts of attention to his lunch. Dean could see the small smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. 'Little bastard' Dean thought glaring at Sam hoping to get his attention and get him to stop, he really didn't want a foot job while he was sitting next to his dad. Sam looked up at him and seeing the glare, gave Dean a look which clearly said, 'just enjoy it'

"Little minx" Dean grumbled under his breath, but when his sentence ended in a gasp he decided to just keep his mouth shut.

Sam's foot slowly inched its way up and down his thigh, adding more pressure as he neared his crotch. Dean shock slightly as he struggled not to moan, or take Sam over the table right then and there. Sam smile when he saw Dean's reaction and felt a huge swell of pride in the knowledge that he was the one who caused Dean to squirm and moan. He love knowing that the swelling he could feel through Dean's jeans was his doing.

"Dean are you alright?" John asked gruffly, noticing his discomfort.

"Yeah I'm . . . ." Dean's breath caught in his throat as Sam began to kneed his erection. "Fine"

"Okay" John answered slowly, exchanging a shrug and a 'what the fuck' look with Pete.

Sam but more pressure into rubbing. Dean couldn't stop his hips from thrusting up into Sam's foot, desperate for more friction. He could feel his balls begin to tighten and he knew he was close, but he also knew he wouldn't be able to control himself when he came.

Jumping up he practically ran to the toilets. He could feel his dad's and Pete's confused stare and Sam's cocky smirk, but right then he couldn't care less. He'd get revenge on Sam later. Slamming the door, he leant up against the toilet wall. He was in such a hurry to get his pants off he kept fumbling with the zip and buttons.
"Fuck"

"Need some help?" Sam's innocent voice echoed throughout the tiled bathroom.

Dean's eyes snapped open and he saw Sam standing in front of him.

"Damn right. You started this, you can finish it" Dean demanded, pushing Sam to his knees.

"My pleasure" Sam mumbled, pulling Dean's pants off in one practised move.

"Shit!" Dean groaned as his throbbing cock hit cold air.

Sam just smiled and wrapped his hand around the base of his cock, before licking a small bead of pre-cum off the tip and moaning at the taste. God he loved the taste of Dean. Wrapping his mouth around the head a hollowing his cheeks, Sam suckled hungrily on the engorged cock.

His hand squeezed and caressed the base and the shaft, drawing Dean closer and closer to orgasm. Dean groaned when he heard the hungry slurping noises coming from Sam and knew he wouldn't last long. He had never met anybody who love sucking cock as much as Sam did, and what he lacked in practise he made up for zeal.

"Sammy I . . . . " Dean couldn't finish, he exploded into Sam's mouth with a deep grunt.

Sam just hummed and swallowed as mush as he could, some flowing down onto his chin. Dean rubbed Sam's hair affectionately and jumped when he heard the bathroom door slam shut. Twisting his head around, he frozen when he saw who was standing in front of the door. John was staring wide eyed at Sam, then Dean, then back to Sam.

"Dad?"

John's eyes snapped to Dean. Dean flinched when he saw the hate and anger in his eyes. They practically radiated death. He was afraid John was going to burst a blood vessel, he had never seen the nerve near his eye twitching like it was.

Looking down at Sam who as still kneeling on the floor, mouth wide open and a smearing of cum on his lips. He looked like a deer caught in headlights, not to mention fucking hot as hell. When Dean felt a twitching of his cock as he thought of Sam, he realised he still had his pants around his ankles.

Swearing he quickly pulled them up and zipped them hurriedly, pulling out some hairs in the process. Holding out his hand to Sam, he helped him off the ground. Sam was frozen, all he could do was stare a John. Dean felt his heart break when he realised he could feel Sam shaking next to him.

"Sammy, you've got some . . ." he trailed off and pointed to his mouth, indicating the drying cum.

'Shit!" Sam muttered horrified, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

Dean quickly turned away from Sam when he heard the deep growl coming from John. John had now entered what Dean liked to call 'red zone,' named affectionately for the way John's face took on a shiny red quality.

"What?" John paused. "I don't" he took a deep breath and looked at the ceiling, trying to stay calm. "How did this happen?" he finally managed to choke out.

"Can we not talk about this here?" Dean was very close to begging.

If they didn't return soon Pete would become suspicious and dealing with his own dad was bad enough, he didn't think he could deal with Sam's homicidal dad on top of his own.

"We are going to talk about this later" John promised, looking at Dean

"We know" Sam spoke up for the first time.

John blinked and looked at Sam, clearly having forgotten he was there.

"This has nothing to do with you!" John snapped.

"It has everything to do with me. In case you hadn't noticed, not five minutes ago I was on my knees with Dean's cock down my throat." Sam protested.

"Sammy" Dean hissed, begging him to shut up.

"Fine, I'll talk to you later as well." John growled, looking angrier then Dean had ever seen him.

Turning around he left the bathroom and slammed the door behind him, causing both Sam and Dean to wince.

"Well that was not how I expected this evening to go" Sam mumbled, leaning against the wall.

"Hey, It'll be fine" Dean promised, pulling Sam towards him.

"How do you know that?"

"Because I know my dad. He's angry now, but he'll cool down."

Dean softly pulled Sam into a kiss, putting as much care as he could into it. He tried to convey in the kiss what he couldn't say out loud. Pulling away, he stroked Sam's cheek with his thumb and smiled when Sam leaned into his touch.

"Come on. We need to get back"

Dean grabbed Sam's hand and gave it a squeeze before he left the bathroom. Sam waited a few minutes before he left, knowing it would look odd if he and Dean left the bathroom together.

"Fuck my life"

The strain the room was clear. Sam sat on the bed doing homework he had been neglecting. Dean sat in one of the crappy kitchen chairs throwing pencils at the roof and watching them stick in the shitty plaster ceiling and dodging them as they fell back down. Every now and then Dean would glance over at John and shift uneasily. It made him very uncomfortable the way John was cleaning his gun.

"I'm going to the bar. Coming John?" Pete invited, needing to escape the tension he couldn't explain.

"No thanks, I think I'm going to stay here" he declined, throwing a look at Dean as he forgot to dodge one of the pencils and it hit him on the head.

Pete shrugged and left, giving John an odd look. As he closed the door behind him, Dean and Sam exchanged a look. Both knowing what was about to happen, John put his gun down and waited for one of them to talk. Dean saw the fright in Sam's eyes and got up to sit next to him, taking Sam's hand in his.

"We didn't plan this" Dean said, meeting John's stare head on.

John snorted dryly. "Really? That's the best you can come up with? You're not fourteen, the 'I didn't plan this' doesn't cut it anymore!" John yelled getting up from his seat. "How could you do this? Not only are you fucking a kid, but Pete's son? What is it Dean, do you like little boys?"

"What, No!" he yelped, disgusted at what his dad was implying.

"It wasn't just his fault. It was my idea, I wanted it and on more then one occasion I begged for it. And I am not a little boy!" Sam growled, defending Dean.

John winced at Sam's admission of begging for it.

"Why him Dean? Why him?"

"I didn't know who he was when we first got together. He was the one I met in the bar" Dean admitted.

"And that's where it should have ended!"

"I know that! Don't you think I know how wrong this is?" Dean yelled back.

"Do you realise what could happen to you? You could go to jail Dean, jail. And I promise you, they don't like paedophiles in jail."

"I'm not a paedophile!"

"A jury wont see it that way!" John screamed, stepping closer towards Dean.

"Are you going to tell my dad?" Sam asked, needing to know.

John sighed and looked at Sam sadly before closing his eyes. "No I'm not"

Dean and Sam let out a heavy sigh as relief flooded over them.

"On one condition" John added.

"Anything" Sam promised.

"This, what ever it is between you two stops here and now"

"What?" Sam whimpered.

Dean stopped breathing, this couldn't be happening. He couldn't lose Sam, not now. Sam could feel tears welling up in his eyes and a few escaped and ran down his cheeks.

"No" Dean's voice rang through the room.

"Excuse me?" John demanded.

"I said no"

"Dean?" Sam questioned.

"I wont give you up Sammy" he cupped Sam's face.

"My dad will . . ." Sam began but Dean cut him off.

"Will kill me. But I'll deal with him when I have to."

Dean pulled Sam close and touched their foreheads, their breath mingling together.

"I love you" Dean whispered, wiping the tears off Sam's cheeks.

Sam's breath caught in his throat and for one heart stopping moment, Dean was sure Sam was going to push him away.

"I love you too"

Dean laughed and pulled Sam into a crushing hug, lifting him up in his arm and swinging him around in a circle. Both had forgotten John standing less then three feet away.

"Enough!" he roared.

Dean stumbled to a stop and put Sam down, but refused to let him go.

"Do what you have to dad. I won't give him up" Dean challenged, holding Sam close.

"You give me no choice" John spat, leaving the motel room.

Dean and Sam stood in silence as they both processed what had just happened. They were in shock, this as definitely not how either had expected the night to end.

"I'm sorry Sammy"

"What for? This was as much my doing as it was yours. I chose to stand beside you before and I will continue to do so"

Dean smiled and kissed the tip of Sam's nose, earning him a giggle.

"I'm so glad I found you"

"Don't you mean you're so glad I decided to pick up a complete stranger at a bar?" Sam teased, nibbling Dean's bottom lip.

"Mmmm yes, thank god for you naughty ways"

Sam laughed when Dean picked him up and he wrapped his legs around Dean's waist.

"What are you doing?" he gasped when Dean threw him onto the bed,

"I think it's you remind me of your naughty ways"

"Our dads will be back soon" Sam protested.

"It'll take at least an hour for my dad to find the balls to tell your dad about us, and besides this might be the last time we have sex."

Sam just cocked his head and looked at Dean confused, reminding him once again of a puppy. A really sexy puppy.

"Think about baby. When your dad finds out about us, he'll castrate me. We can't have sex if I no longer have Dean junior." Dean explained.

Sam laughed and crawled towards Dean, who was still standing and at perfect crotch height.

"Alright, on one condition"

"What that?"

"Never call it Dean junior again" Sam begged.

"Deal"

Smiling, Sam slowly unzipped Dean's pants for the second time that day.

"Lets hope this goes better then last time"

Sam and Dean lay in bed both exhausted and smiling happily. Sam sat in between Dean's legs and leaned against his chest. Dean's arms wrapped around his waist, pulling Sam with him when shifted against the headboard.

"They'll be back soon" Sam whispered, nodding to the clock.

John had been gone forty-five minutes and any minute him and Pete would come through the motel door and destroy the peaceful moment.

"Yeah I know"

"We should get dressed." Sam suggested but made no attempt to move.

"In a minute" Dean gripped Sam tighter as if afraid he would disappear.

"Any idea what we're gonna do?"

"Not a clue"

"We could always run?" Sam suggested.

"We could" he admitted.

"But we won't" Sam guessed.

"No, we wont" Dean kissed the top of Sam's head.

Sam interlocked their fingers together and stared at their hands.

"Why not?" he whined, sounding every bit the teenager he was.

"Because I refuse to be hunted down by your dad" Dean teased, lifting Sam's hand and giving it a kiss.

"Come on, we need to get dressed. It'll be bad enough when my dad gets back, we don't need to be naked in bed together when he does."

Sam untangled himself from Dean and got out of bed, taking the sheet with him.

"I've seen you naked before Sammy" Dean laughed, tugging at the sheet trying to pull it away from Sam.

"Don't!" Sam laughed.

Dean stood up and pulled on the sheet making Sam stumble towards him. When he was close enough, Dean kissed him softly, applying gentle pressure.

"Mmm, my baby tastes good" Dean hummed.

Sam ducked out of Dean's grasp and picked up his boxers, jeans and shirt. He blushed bright red when he heard Dean groan softly. Dean was watching Sam's ass. He had gotten a beautiful view when Sam had bent over. The smooth curve of his spine down to the rounded swell of his ass.

"Such a perv" Sam snorted and he yanked his pants on.

"Hey, I'm allowed to look at something that belongs to me" Dean slapped Sam's ass as he walked past him to pick up his own clothes.

"I belong to you huh?"

"Yep"

"Does that mean you belong to me?" Sam queried, cocking his head.

"Hmmm, I suppose it does" Dean slipped his hand into Sam's back pocket. "I wouldn't get used to this" he warned.

"Used to what"

"This whole chick-flick moment crap. I don't do it often and when I do, I don't do it well."

"Well that's fine. I don't need you to spill your inner most secrets to me everyday. And I don't need you to do all the romantic shit. I just need you to do me" Sam promised.

They both jumped when they heard the lock on the motel door being opened.

"Ready?"

"No" Sam whispered. "But I don't really have a choice"

The door opened achingly slow, they could hear John and Pete talking on the other side. Pete came through the door frowned when he saw Sam standing there looking like a frightened rabbit.

"Sam what?"

"It wasn't his fault" Sam blurted out, his voice unusually high pitched.

Dean looked and saw his dad standing behind Pete, shaking his head and mouthing 'no' over and over.

"Sam, maybe you shouldn't . . . ." Dean began as he realised what john was trying to tell him.

"No Dean, I have to say this"

'Now he grows a backbone' Dean thought as he closed his eyes and waited.

"Dean never forced me to do anything. After we first had sex, Dean wanted to stop but I didn't. I convinced him to continue it. I wanted everything he did to me, in fact on more then one occasion I started it. I love him and he loves me" Sam stood his ground and wrapped his arm around Dean's waist.

Unfortunately, Sam had not noticed Pete's shocked looked. The look of a man who had no idea what Sam was talking about.

"What?" Pete managed to choke out.

Sam looked closely at Pete and realised why Dean had tried to stop him.

"John didn't tell you did he?" Sam whispered horrified.

"I didn't think he'd like to know I caught his son sucking cock in a public toilet" John yelled.

Pete's look of shock and confusing slowly turned to anger and he turned on Dean.

"You touched my son?" he spat, stalking towards Dean.

Dean gulped but refused to back away, "It's not like that"

"He's sixteen! You're twenty nine. You took advantage of a child!" Pete yelled, voice thundering through the room. "I left him alone with you, all those times you two were alone, you were molesting my son!" Pete's face crumbled when he realised he was the one who left then alone. He gave Dean the opportunity. "Sammy, get away from him"

"Pete calm down" John placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Fuck you John. You knew about this" he angrily shook John off.

"Dad really, it's not like that" Sam pleaded with Pete to understand.

"Sammy why didn't you come to me? I could've helped you. I would've stoped him. I don't blame you"

"Haven't you listened to one thing I've said? Dean didn't force me! I don't want him to stop, I love the way he touches me, the way he make me feel. I love him. And if you'd calm down a little we could talk rationally" Sam yelled, he'd had enough.

"I agree" Dean added, but shut his mouth when Pete glared at him. "I'll just shut up then" he mumbled to himself.

Pete breathed heavily and hissed through his teeth. "Alright then, you want to talk? Fine we'll talk."

The way Pete smiled made Dean want to run in the other direction. It made every nerve in his body twitch and the hair on the back of neck stand up.

"Dean was the man I met at the bar. He didn't want to continue it when he found out how I was or my age, but I changed his mind. He was never and will never force me into doing anything I don't want to do" Sam finished and flopped down on the bed.

He was so tired, he just wanted Dean to wrap his arms around him and fall asleep.

"You know what? I can't do this" Pete turned around and headed for the door.

"Dad?"

"I'm sorry Sammy, but right now just looking at you and him makes me sick to my stomach"

"You said you'd always love me. That no matter what I did you would never stop loving me" Sam whispered.

"I thought I always would"

Pete slammed the door behind him, making Sam flinch and burst into tears. Dean pulled him into a hug and whispered soothing words in his ear.

"He doesn't love me anymore" Sam whimpered into Dean's neck.

"He does, he's just angry. He needs some time to deal with the fact you're not his innocent little boy anymore. He'll back I promise"

"You can't know that" Sam protested tearfully.

"Have I lied to you yet?" he questioned, wiping the tears off Sam's cheeks.

"Please don't leave me. I cant lose you too" Sam begged.

"Never Sammy, never"

well there's the end of that chapter. please review.