A/n: I decided that the majority of this chapter will be a funny/goofy chapter. However there are moments that get a bit mushy, I couldn't resist. Next chapter they'll go back to hunting, I swear. -hides- Be forwarned, there is a spoiler for the newest episode of supernatural at the bottom of the chapter, so skip it if you don't wanna see/havent seen the episode.


Chapter 4: Breathe in, Breathe out

It had been four weeks since Sam broke his ribs, they were healing nicely, in fact if Dean had to guess he figured they'd almost be healed. He figured it'd be safe for them to start hunting again, you know easy things where Sam stood no chances of being thrown into walls or trees....or stuff. Ok so maybe very little chance, because lets face it. All of their hunts were dangerous.

Dean was the first one to wake, and as he crawled out from his bed he walked towards the bathroom. It seemed that Sammy had been having his nightmares less and less lately, while Dean was happy to some degree he also missed holding his brother. It was one of the few times he could get away with being mushy, just shrug it off as being worried about his brother. However as he shut the bathroom door and stripped down, getting into the shower his mind whirled. How could he feel like this about his brother? These thoughts they were wrong, no normal guy would want to fuck their brother on tons of flat surfaces they see in everyday life. Hell he had even wanted to fuck Sam up against a wall outside a bar before, because of Sam flirting with some chick.

Glancing down he noticed that he was hard and a groan escaped vocals. Well that was just great, a glance at the door and a pause as he listened told him Sam was still asleep. Reaching down he gripped his cock and began to stroke it. His free hand braced against the wall as he closed his eyes and continued to stroke, letting the warm water run over his body. In his mind he unwillingly began to picture that it wasn't his hand stroking himself, but Sams. Shaking his head he tried to picture anything but that, however as he ejaculated the image in his mind had been his brother with his lips wrapped around his dick. Well that just totally proved how fucked up he was.

Fifteen minutes later, washed and totally ashamed of himself, he exited the bathroom. A glance towards the bed told him that Sam was awake, mainly because his brother was sitting on the side of the bed using the heels of his hands to rub at his eyes. "Morning sammy." "Morning." Dean walked over to his duffle bag and quickly dressed before turning and walking over to the bed. Sitting down across from Sam. "You gonna live?" "Hm? Yea. Sorry bout last night." "Don't worry bout it." He shook his brother before standing and walking towards the door. "Ima go grab some grub. You take a shower and get dressed cause you stink, bitch." "Jerk" Dean could hear the smile even though he didn't see it. Smirking he walked out the door and slid into the Impalas seat and headed down the road to the diner he saw coming in. Might as well get some decent grub right?

Walking into the diner a few minutes later he approached the counter and leaned against it. Smirking when he noticed the waitress was checking him out as she approached. Hell he couldn't blame her, he was sexy after all. "Hey sugar, what can I get you?" He knew there was a chance she meant other then food, but shrugged it off. "Three sausage biscuits with 4 hash browns and a Caesar salad. To go." "Well someone has a healthy appetite, right away sugar." He resisted rolling his eyes while he waited for the food. After a few minutes she reemerged with his order. "3 sausage biscuits, 4 hash browns, and a Caesar salad. All for you?" "Thanks." He said, paying for the food. "And no, its for me and my brother." Oh how tempting it was to say boyfriend, but then he'd have to explain that to sam and well that'd just be all kinds of awkward. Picking up the food he turned and walked back to the impala before driving back to the motel.

Pushing the door open he dumped the food onto the table and glanced around the room. Noticing Sam walking out of the bathroom dressed, with a toothbrush in hand. Dean raised an eye brow and shook his head. "Breakfast is served. I got you the rabbit food you like." He said, holding up the salad. Sam grinned at him as he glanced at the toothbrush in his hand "What? I hate morning breath." "Uh huh, and ya couldn't wait for breakfast? I dunno if salad tastes like ass after brushing your teeth....come to think of it, i'm not sure if it never doesn't taste like ass." Sam simply rolled his eyes at his brother and turned to walk back into the bathroom. Only to re-emerge a few minutes later and sat down at the table across from dean. Dean of course had already begun helping himself to his food, making sure to push the 'rabbit food' far away from his precious meat. "Ya know, it wouldn't kill you to eat meat every now and then." He said, after swallowing down another bite. "Oh yes, clogged arteries is totally the way I wanna die. No thanks." Dean scoffed "Come on, one bite. It won't kill you. I swear, and if it does i'll bring ya back to life so you can kill me." Sam stared at dean, who was holding out his already half eaten sausage biscuit. "Fine." He reached out and took the offending item that was offered and took a bite, before thrusting it back at his brother and forced himself to chew and swallow. "Happy?" Dean took the sausage biscuit and took a bite all while watching Sams face as he chewed. When he spoke he couldn't help it, he burst out laughing. "Sammy, what did the biscuit ever do to you? You looked like it had offended you some how." Sam put on his famous pouty face. "It looked at me funny." This of course only caused Dean to laugh harder, though he was trying to force himself to stop. Sam after a few more minutes of pouting, also burst out laughing.

A short while later they were walking out to the Impala, Sam smirked as he looked at Dean, who was walking sort of ahead of him. Chuckling to himself, he thrust his arm out and lightly pushed Dean sideways, whom after catching himself from the stumble turned and pushed him lightly, sharing a smirk with him. He was glad that Sams ribs were almost healed, because well then for one he wouldn't have to worry about Sam whenever he winced or gasped in pain. As much as he loved comforting sam, it pained him physically when his baby brother was in pain, be it from a nightmare or from anything really. However now, seeing him smiling and goofing around, it reminded him why he loved him. His smile, well it could light up a room. Not really, but still.

Sliding into the impala Dean glanced at Sam. "Ready to get the hell out of dodge?" "Yea." They had been staying in the motel for a week or so, and he was going stir crazy. Which probably meant sir paces a lot, was going stir crazy as well. Putting the car in reverse he pulled out of his parking spot, before pulling out of the parking lot. They had already checked out earlier in the day, well really after breakfast that was. At least this motel he didn't have to carry sam in, he still remembered the odd looks he got when he carried his injured brother into that first one. Of course, anyone would think it odd to see a guy carrying a 6'4 guy who was passed out.

Five hours into the drive, he could tell that Sam was getting well.....restless. Mainly because his leg was bouncing in this annoying fashion that he always did, however he had yet to make any noise. No instead he was staring out the window, as per usual. Dean sighed lowly as he shifted about in the seat, his movement grabbing Sams attention. "Want me to drive?" Dean shook his head "Nah, i'ma stop at a motel in the next town." The only response he got was a grunt, and Sam went back to staring out the window. The silence stretched between them as they drove, Dean glancing towards Sam every now and then. After a few more minutes they pulled into another motel parking lot and Dean put the car in park, in one of the parking spaces. Sam went to get out of the car but was stopped as Dean grasped his arm. "Dean?" After a few seconds he shook his head and got out of the car, followed by Sam who was gazing at him questioningly.

They walked into the office together, bumping each other lightly as they walked. Dean held the door open and Sam walked In ahead, chuckling at Deans face because of the last shove he'd received had caused him to almost do a face plant. "I'll get you back for that, Sammy." "Sure sure." The person at the desk gave them a odd look, but seemed to eye sam up. Dean growled lowly under his breath at the dude, shifting closer to Sam. "Can I help you?" "Yea, checking in." "King sized bed or two queens?" "two queens." The dude frowned "Figures" He muttered under his breath and dean smirked however Sam frowned. The dude handed him the key "Room 12A" Nodding Dean turned and headed towards the door. Sam nodded and followed Dean out of the office, heading to the impala and grabbed his duffle bag. Dean grabbed his own and after glancing at Sam he lead the way to the room, unlocking the door and pushing it open. However what was revealed was...disturbing to say the least. Bright red walls and a burgundy carpet, with heart shaped beds and little hearts everywhere. The two shared a glance before shrugging, they had seen worse in their life.

"Well at least it isn't that horrific disco room. Remember, it had the twirling disco ball attached to the roof?" Sam smirked and chuckled as he walked over to his bed, dropping the duffle on it. "God yea, I thought I was gonna have seizures cause of it." Dean returned his smirk, and mimicked him in dropping the bag onto his own bed. Dean glanced over to his brother and sighed softly. He allowed his gaze to run over his brothers body before snapping away just as Sam looked up. "So, sasquatch." He said in a teasing tone. "I was thinking, you could look for a EASY hunt for sometime next week. Figure your ribs are healed enough to start hunting again." Sam turned to look at him, with a look that clearly read 'easy?' "You're aware I broke my ribs on like, the easiest job ever. A ghost. Right?" Dean simply stared at him for a few minutes. "Yea well.....avoid trees this time." "Sure dean, i'll ask the ghost to throw me into pillows." "Alright smartass." Dean smirked at his brother and walked over to him, pushing him backwards and causing him to fall onto the bed. Luckily the duffle bag had already been moved to the floor, or that coulda hurt. Dean collapsed onto the bed next to sam and quickly pinned him to the bed with his arms above his head. "So easily trapped." "Hm." Was all Sam said before he twisted his hips, wrapped his legs around his brother and pushed. Throwing Dean off balance and causing him to crash onto the bed, releasing Sams arms and sam rolled; pinning dean down. "Wouldn't bet on it." A smirk just planted itself on Deans face, had he taught Sammy nothing? See, Sam hadn't pinned his hands, and thus he struck. Fingers tickling his brother causing him to collapse onto the bed in a fits of gasping laughs. "Dea stop!!" "What? Tickle you more? Mmk" He continued his torture until Sams face was red and he was clutching his sides. "You ok?" "Your....an....ass.." Dean frowned, he had caused Sams ribs to hurt. He went to move off the bed but couldn't, because Sam had grabbed his arm and refused to let go. "Sammy?" "But yes...i'm fine." Sam pulled on Deans arm until he laid back on the bed, Sam moved to lean over his brother, staring down at him for several minutes. "Sammy?" "Hm?" Dean blinked up at his brother.

After a few more seconds he slowly leaned up, pressing his lips against Sams. When sam didn't pull away right off rip his arms wrapped around Sams neck, pulling him closer. He wasn't aware when he'd begun running his tongue along Sams bottom lip, or when Sam opened his mouth but his tongue was now exploring sammys mouth and a low moan escaped him. That sound and that sound alone seemed to snap them out of it and they both pulled away. Sam rolled off of him and sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the floor and running a hand through his hair. "Sammy?" Dean could tell Sam was disgusted with himself, with dean and it was breaking his heart. Moving towards sam he attempted to touch him, but Sam flinched away. Sighing he dropped his hand. "Sammy, i'm sorry...i...shit, i'm sick." He shook his head, and glanced at Sam out of the corner of his eye. Sam huffed and stood up off the bed, moving towards his duffle bag. "I...I need to think." Dean shook his head, shoving off the bed and striding towards Sam. "No, don't leave me. Please. Sammy." Dean was aware that he probably sounded like a girl, but damnit he didn't think he could live through loosing Sam again. Not again. Reaching out he grabbed Sams shoulders ignoring the flinch. "Please. Sammy I Love you, and i'm sick I know. Hit me, punch me, stab me I don't fucking care but i'm begging here. PLEASE dont leave me. I...I cant..." "Cant what dean?" Sam was staring at him now, looking at the broken expression on his brothers face. "I...I don't think... please don't leave me Sammy. I need you, don't leave me...please don't leave me." Sam watched as whatever resolve dean had snapped and tears started streaming down his face. The grip on his shoulders grew painful but he ignored it, wrapping his arms around Dean and crushing him against his chest. "I'm not going anywhere." "Please dont leave me." "I'm not. Dea..." Sam forced Dean to look him in his eyes. "If your sick, then so am I because I want you... I'm not going anywhere." Dean looked at him for a few minutes before nodding, to shocked that Sam felt the same way he did to say anything. Sam smiled sadly down at Dean, before pulling him against him again. He ignored deans pathetic attempts to wriggle away, because they both knew if he wanted to get away he could. After a few more struggles he stopped and embraced his brother as well. He felt better, hearing sams promise not to leave him. Of course, he himself, had broken that promise before.

*****Deans Flashback******

They had just killed the whore of Babylon, well really he had. After loading Cas and the priest into the back of the impala sam looked at him. "Dean, you're not planning on doing anything stupid are you?" "Like what sam?" "Like michael stupid." "No sam." And then he slid into the impalas driver seat, waiting for Sammy before putting it in reverse and pulling out of the parking lot, heading back to their motel room. Cas was resting peacefully on the bed...well really he was sure that Cas was in pain, but the angel wasn't complaining. Sam was patching up the priest and Dean headed over there. "You ok?" Expecting the dude to give the usual answer anyone gives when asked, yes. "No." He did a double take and nodded, glanced towards sammy. Sorry sammy. He then headed for the door. "Dean where you going?" "I'm just gonna get some fresh bandages from the trunk." It hurt him more that Sam just nodded and went back to dressing the wound. Shutting the door behind him he climbed into the Impala and started it. Glancing back to see Sam running after him before grabbing his hair In frustraion, the look on his face so pained and...betrayed. Dean didn't know why that one glance caused him to gasp in pain, forced him to pull over onto to the side of the road once out of sight. Why he fought with himself, resisted the urge to go back to his brother. He didn't know why it felt like someone was trying to rip his heart out of his chest. But he had to do this, he had to keep his sammy protected, safe. It was better this way.

****End flashback******

He looked up into Sams eyes before glancing away. "I'm sorry." "Sorry? Why are you sorry?" "For before.....when I lied to you.....when I left you.... I saw you, you know? It nearly broke me, the look in that rear view mirror. But I had to do that...i had to, for you...me....hell the world." "I understand, and you're here now. Thats all that matters." "Yea, and i'm not going anywhere." Because to be truthful, he needed Sammy to breathe.

AN: Next chapter i'll try to get up by end of next week. No promises, because my moms legs getting amputated the 22nd. So yea, lifes gonna be hell. Anyone else pissed by the split of Sammy and dean in the show? I wanted to punch dean when he did that.