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Banging his head against the tiled wall Dean uttered his favourite curse word. What the hell was happening to him! He had to be out of his mind. Maybe the knifing had done something more than cost him a few pints of blood? Maybe it had messed with his head. What else would explain the way he was feeling, the way his body had responded to Sam's touch? It wasn't even anything that intimate. It's not like Sam had been giving him a hand job or anything so obvious.
Just, he didn't know. One minute Sam was getting on his last nerve and the next minute Dean was caught up by the way the sunlight reflected in Sam's hazel eyes making them seem to glow and how his bangs were yet again framing his face in that way that made him look so cute. His heart had given a slow hard thump in his chest. Then he had felt Sam's hands brushing against his belly and a shock had vibrated through his body. The feel of Sam's fingers touching him in such an obviously innocent way had felt anything but innocent to Dean. If that hadn't been enough the kid had then proceeded to take off his pants. That had certainly alerted Dean to just exactly what he was starting to feel. Lust. Fucking lust! His heart was hammering wildly in his chest, threatening to break free. He didn't even hear what Sam had been saying to him, he only knew that his little brother had his face close to his lower abdomen and he was tentatively stroking his skin. His mind and body had reacted in both extremely different ways. His mind was screaming no get away from there, while his body was screaming, yes just like that, good boy.
Next thing he knew Sam was on the other side of the bathroom door and Dean had a full blown raging hard on. And why oh sweet god why had he said the thing about Sam joining him for a shower? Was he actually losing his mind?
"...Dean...you ok in there brother?" came Sam's voice quietly. He stared into the mirror at the two black empty pools that were his eyes and shook his head.
"No...No I'm definitely not ok. Just please, please leave me be," pleaded Dean in a soft frightened voice. It was finally official. After all he'd done and now this, he was without a doubt bound for hell.
Shuffling out of the shower with only a towel wrapped around his waist Dean hurriedly tried to find something clean to change into. Thankfully Sam had left a change of clothes on the bed for him. Where was Sam anyway? He wasn't in the room and Dean knew he wouldn't have left without telling him. That's when he saw the note on the table.
Gone to get food and medicine. Be back in five. Sam
Stupid kid. It was late in the evening and Sam knew better than to be out this late. Even more fucking mothering, thought Dean. He was actually kind of relieved that Sam wasn't there when he had come out of the bathroom. He had been in there quite awhile trying not to pay attention to his aching cock, and trying not to give in to the temptation to touch it. He had no problem jerking off in the shower with Sam in the house but to jerk off because of Sam. That was just wrong.
Dean had never felt this way before. Sure he had started to appreciate his brothers fit body whenever they changed in front of each other and he was impressed by the muscles he was starting to develop whenever they sparred but he didn't sit around thinking about it while jerking off. Ok yeah when Sam had hit puberty and would wake up with morning wood Dean would feign sleep while his brother took care of business. He wasn't spying on him. He just didn't want the kid to get embarrassed. It didn't mean anything that he would feel a thrill in his own body when he heard Sammy's rapid breathing or soft moans. He was human for christ sake! It's like not getting turn on by porn and Dean always had his own morning wood to take care of anyway so it's not like Sam had turned him on in the first place...is it? Was it the sound of Sam touching himself that gave him a hard on or was it there already? Dean wasn't sure, he'd never thought about it before. With that thought Dean started to freak out. This was too much even for a Winchester. Sam was his brother, his fifteen year old baby brother! This just proved he was a disgusting pervert just like every girl he had ever been with said.
Dean threw himself down on the bed and winced as his stitches tugged at him. He hated to admit it but he was thoroughly exhausted. The shower and worrying about his impending doom had taken it out of him. Getting injured really did suck ass. That was how Sam found his brother when he finally came back from the store a few minutes later.
"Dean you awake. I got us some food, healthy food! And medicine for you because dude, I'm serious, you have to have a fever or something," rambled on Sam without giving his brother a second glance. It took Sam about five minutes to realise that Dean hadn't given him his usual snarky comeback. Quickly walking over to the bed Sam gazed down at his sleeping brother. His hair was all ruffled and still damp from the shower which meant Dean had only just gotten out and was obviously trying to catch a cold or something. The room was freezing and Dean was supposed to be taking care of himself. Grabbing a blanket Sam lay it over his idiot brother. That's when he felt the heat emitting from his body. Knowing full well what he'd find Sam lay his hand on Dean's forehead and yes there it was, a fever!
"You stupid son of a bitch, didn't I tell you I thought you had a fever?" admonished Sam half heartily. Pulling the blanked off his feverish brother Sam went to the fridge to get a cooling Gatorade he had left in there yesterday. Dean needed to kept hydrated and he needed to be kept cool. He had also bought some ibuprofen from a nearby pharmacy for just this occasion though he knew he had to let the fever run its course for awhile to kill off what had caused it. It was going to be another sleepless night but Sam didn't really care. He was getting to take care of Dean and that's all that he really wanted.
So again this chapter just flew out of me. I apologise if it seems rushed. I never stop and analyse what I write because then I'd never be happy with it. Please tell me what you think of it and how the story is going. Thank you again for reading and I cant wait to find out what happens next! xx