DISCLAIMER: Unfortunately, I do not own Sam or Dean. They belong to Eric Kripke (lucky!) And I am just playing with the boys for my own twisted entertainment.

CHAPTER SIX: YOU CAN'T LEAVE ME!

Dean couldn't move. He was frozen to the spot. Shocked. Sam had just told him that he wanted him, no, needed him, and Dean didn't know what to do. His mouth opened and closed a few times as he thought of the right words to say. But he just couldn't think of anything. Finally, he sighed, taking a seat at the table. "Wow, Sammy," he breathed. Running his hand over his face, he added, "It's okay, we're going to get through this. I promise, Sam."

Sam looked over at Dean with a tear-streaked face. "I-I can't stay here with you, Dean," he whispered. "I have to leave before I do something stupid." Walking towards the door, Sam sniffled, grabbing his jacket on the way. Luckily, he stumbled as he tried to open the locked door, giving Dean time to process everything that was going on right now.

As soon as Dean saw Sam heading for the door, he shot up out of his chair, running to the door. Grabbing Sam by the arm, he spun him around, forcing Sam to look at him. "What the hell are you doing, Sam?!" he demanded, keeping his eyes locked on his baby brother. "You can't leave me!" He looked at the ground, shaking his head. "You can't leave me, Sammy."

Suddenly, Sam grabbed Dean's arms and threw him against the door, pinning him there with his body. Looking into Dean's eyes, Sam shook his head, frowning. "See, Dean, you're scared of me," Sam said, hurt clear in his voice. When Dean tried to protest, Sam put his hand over Dean's mouth. "Don't try to deny it, Dean. I can see it in your eyes." Slowly, Sam moved away from Dean, lowering his head as he continued to shake it back and forth.

"Sam, stop it," Dean ordered. "Stop beating yourself up over this. You have no control over your actions right now. Which means, whatever you do from this point on until we stop that bitch, you can't hold yourself responsible for. Got it?" When Sam didn't answer, Dean fisted his jacket, pushing him backwards into the table. "Got it, Sammy?"

Sighing, Sam nodded. As soon as he did, Dean let him go, walking over to the bed and taking a seat. "I'm tired, Sam," he complained, pulling his legs onto the bed with his body. "Let's just get some sleep, and we'll figure this out in the morning, okay?" It wasn't until Sam nodded that Dean finally, closed his eyes, waiting for sleep to claim him.

With one more glance at Dean, Sam lay back on his bed, closing his eyes. He was reluctant to fall asleep, seeing as how last time, it hadn't been a very peaceful slumber. What with the painfully vivid dreams of having his brother fuck him. Why the hell would he ever want to sleep again? Dreaming about hings he can't have? No matter how much he wanted them.

However, Sam was only human, and humans had to get some sleep, so, he finally succumbed to the feelings of sleep that he could feel tugging at his brain. So, the only thing he could do was pray that his dreams were not haunted by visions of him and his brother going at it. But, of course, Sam could never be that lucky. After all, he was a Winchester.

It had been a month since Sam had woke from his coma. And, with Dean's help, Sam was still going strong. But, it was getting harder, although, he would never tell Dean that. He couldn't tell Dean that. Dean was so happy that Sam was trying to get better. To make this bad situation he was in good. However, his resolve was fading, and he didn't know how much longer he could keep up his little charade.

"Sam?" Dean asked, touching his arm. When Sam looked at Dean, he realized that Dean looked worried. "Are you okay, Sammy? You looked like you were in deep thought or something." Sam shook his head. "Well, what's wrong, Sammy? Are you--Do you need me to touch you again?" Slowly, Dean reached over and touched Sam's knee with a shaky hand.

Sam shot up out of his seat when Dean touched him, pushing himself into the wall, gripping it with his hands so he would stay in place. And, as soon as Sam was up, Dean followed, making sure to keep his distance, though, just in case Sam was having a relapse. "D-Dean, I'm sorry."

"What are you sorry for, Sammy?" Dean asked, daring to take a step closer. "Are-Are you okay?"

Slowly, Sam shook his head. "No. No, I'm not okay. I haven't been okay since I woke up, Dean."

"All right, so we're having a bad day. We can just get some sleep, and tomorrow--"

"No, Dean! I mean since I woke up from the coma!" Lowering his head, Sam felt tears pricking at his vision. "I don't know what to do, Dean. I-I can't keep living like this!"

Without thinking, Dean closed the gap between himself and Sam, pushing Sam further into the wall and holding him there. "Don't say that. Don't you fucking say that, Sammy! You hear me?! You're not going to die! I'm not going to let you!"

The sound of the door opening had both boys turning to see who was coming in. "What the hell are you two doing in here?" Bobby asked, dropping the McDonald's bags on the table. "Dean, let your brother go. We all know you're bad ass and can kick Sam's ass if you wanted to." Shaking his head, he added, "Dammit, boy, you made Sam cry? What kind of a brother are you? Let him go."

Dean let Sam go, walking back over to the table. "I didn't make him cry, Bobby, he did that to himself. He's having a bad day."

"No, I'm not, Dean!" Sam yelled, pushing himself away from the wall. "I haven't been okay for a while now. You were just fooling yourself by trying to pretend that I was!" Again, Sam walked to the bathroom, slamming the door behind him.

"And there he goes again, Bobby, locking himself in that damn bathroom!" Dean walked over to the bathroom door and began to pound on it. "You can't stay in there forever! Sooner or later, you're going to need me to touch you! And you better hope I'm in a better mood, or you can forget it!"

Bobby rolled his eyes. "I can see you two have been getting along just fine." Taking a seat, Bobby stretched his legs out onto one of the other table chairs, pulling out a Big Mac from the bag. "So, have you two been doing anything besides fighting lately?"

"Yeah, we've been researching. Not that we've found anything useful." Sliding down the bathroom door, Dean sat on the floor, knowing that him being there would help Sam until Sam decided to get his ass out of there. "I mean, it's been two months since that bitch has gone into hiding. You'd think she'd need to come out and get food!"

"Well, actually, it's understandable that she doesn't need to come out. She's feeding off of Sam," Bobby explained. "He's getting worse, isn't he?"

"No. I mean, at least I don't think he is. He seemed to be doing great. And then today he told me that he can't live like this anymore, and that's when you came in." Looking back up at Bobby, Dean said, "I can't let him die, Bobby. I can't."

"He's not going to die, Dean. I'm still out there looking for any leads that might tip us off on where the succubus is. And I'll find something eventually." Standing, Bobby headed towards the door. "Until then, though, keep Sam from doing anything stupid."

Dean nodded, closing his eyes. He was dead tired, and if this time was going to be anything like the last time Sam locked himself in the bathroom, he had a couple hours to just sit here and do nothing. However, the minute Bobby was gone, the door opened, causing Dean to almost fall over, but he caught himself, leaning against the door frame. "Decide to come out a little earlier this time, huh?"

Sam didn't answer, instead kneeling down beside Dean. His hands went to the door frame on either side of Dean's head locking him there. Before Dean had a chance to say anything, Sam leaned forward, crushing his lips against Dean's. He felt Dean's entire body tense, but Dean made no effort to push him away. Figures, whatever Sammy needed, Sammy got. It wasn't until Sam pushed his tongue past Dean's lips and teeth that Dean finally pushed him away, scrambling to his feet.

"What the hell, Sam?!" Dean yelled, breathing heavily, fear evident in his eyes. "What are you doing?"

Sam stood, more calmly than Dean had, of course, taking a step closer to his big brother. However, Dean took a step back, hitting the wall. Sam didn't waste any time moving to the wall and making sure his brother stayed there. Again, he leaned down, going to kiss Dean, but this time, Dean was ready for it, and turned his head, causing Sam to kiss his cheek.

He brought his hands up and pushed at Sam's chest, but Sam wasn't moving. "Come on, Sam. Stop it. You don't want to do this. I know you don't want to do this." Sam wasn't listening, though, and he gripped Dean's chin, forcing him to look at him, and so he couldn't move away when he kissed him again. However, when Sam leaned down for the kiss, Dean headbutted him. "Sam, stop! Let me go! You don't want to do this!"

Frowning, Sam brought his hand back before snapping it forward with so much force, he knocked Dean unconscious. Catching Dean before he could fall over, Sam shook his head. "I'm sorry, Dean," he whispered, looking at his brother's unconscious form.

Dean was aching as he tried to open his eyes. Damn, Sam had hit him harder than he thought possible. He tried to sit up, but he found that he was bound, wrists and ankles to the bed. "Sam!" he yelled, pulling at the ropes binding him. "Sam, untie me!"

"Sorry, Dean," came Sam's voice from the other side of the room. "But I can't do that." Slowly, Sam emerged from the shadows, a malicious smirk on his face. One like Dean had never seen before. Also, he was naked, so Dean turned his head, unable to look at Sam without clothes on in his current situation. Dean groaned as he felt the bed dip, letting him know Sam was now on the bed with him. "I warned you this would happen." When Sam spoke, he sounded broken, like he was still trying to control this thing, but he was failing. "I told you to just let me leave. But you wouldn't."

Again, Dean groaned as he felt Sam's hand trail down his bare chest. Wait, bare chest? Looking down at himself, he realized that he was naked. Shit, what had Sam done to him while he was unconscious? "S-Sammy, stop," he begged, his breathing increasing along with his heart rate. "Sam..."

"Shhh," Sam shushed, climbing on top of Dean, straddling his hips. "Dean, you said you wanted to help me, so this is how you can help." Slowly, Sam began to grind his hard cock against Dean's flaccid cock hoping that it would make his brother hard. "I can't fight these feelings anymore, Dean. Don't want to." He leaned down, continuing his grinding movements as he pressed soft kisses to his brother's neck.

Dean bit his lip as his body began responding to his brother's movements. God, he felt sick. "O-Okay, Sam, I'll help you. Just-Just untie me." He heard Sam moan against his flesh, but he made no movements to untie him. So, Dean pulled at the bindings again. "Dammit, Sam! Fucking untie me! You know how I feel about being bound!"

At Dean's outburst, Sam pulled back, looking into his brother's jade green eyes. "I can't, Dean. If I untie you, you'll kick my ass and then you'll go away." Leaning down again, Sam rested his head on Dean's chest. "You can't leave me," he whispered, his tears making Dean's chest wet.

"Not going to leave you, I promise. I just...don't like being tied down." Dean looked at the top of his brother's head since it was the only thing he could see. "Sammy, I'll give you what you need, okay? Just let me up."

Slowly, Sam pulled back, hazel clashing with jade as he looked into Dean's eyes. Nodding, Sam untied Dean's ankles, moving up to do the same to his wrists. Once Dean was untied, Sam made sure that he stayed put on his brother's hips. That way, if Dean had been lying, there was no way he could get out. Again, Sam began his grinding movements, feeling Dean harden under his body. Leaning down, Sam kissed Dean's lips once more, pushing his tongue past his lips and teeth, tangling it with Dean's. "Dean, need you," he moaned, his movements becoming harder, faster.

Dean felt sick. Dirty. But this is what Sam needed, so he would do it. He closed his eyes as Sam's grinding started again. He never saw even saw the kiss coming, but when it did, he made no effort to push Sam away this time. What was the point? Plus, this wasn't too bad; Sam at least knew what he was doing, which was more than Dean could say about some of the women he'd been with. After all, he was getting hard a lot faster than he ever had before in his life. When Sam told him he needed him, Dean nodded, knowing that Sam wasn't going to stop until he got what he needed.

However, when Dean felt Sam's hands on his ass, he freaked a little. "Sam, wait!" he all but yelled, causing Sam to pull away slightly. Seeing the look in Sam's eyes, that look of confusion and just a hint of betrayal, Dean was back to feeling like an asshole. "I can't do this, Sammy."

"But...you said you'd help me," Sam said, betrayal clear in his voice. Well, that and sadness that his brother wasn't going to make this burning feeling in his groin go away.

"I am going to help you, Sam," Dean assured him, sighing as he tried to find the right words to use to explain to his brother what the problem was right now. "I-I..." sighing again, he ran his hand down his face. "I don't know how else to say this, so here goes. I'm not playing bitch, Sammy." When he saw the look of sheer confusion on Sam's face, Dean rolled his eyes, sighing once more. "Get off me, Sam." Sam shook his head. "I mean it, get off." Still, Sam made no effort to get off Dean.

Rolling his eyes once again, Dean bucked his hips, causing Sam to falter above him. And that was just what he needed. While Sam was off his game, Dean flipped him over so that he was lying on the opposite side of the bed flat on his back. Before Sam could retaliate, Dean crawled on top of him, holding him down. "I said I'm not playing bitch, Sammy." Leaning down, Dean kissed Sam, hard, yet passionate, figuring it was only going to get worse from there, so why the hell not?

Sam gasped as Dean pushed him off, and switched their positions. It's not like he was going to complain, though, because he was still technically getting what he wanted. He moaned into the kiss, arching his body so that he could feel Dean from chest to toes. But, Dean pulled away much too quickly for Sam's liking. "No," he whined, "more, Dean. Please?"

"Okay, Sammy, just give me a second to find something we can use as lube." When Dean tried to get off of Sam, Sam pulled him back down, flipping him onto his back once more. Before he had time to protest, Sam was kneeling between his legs, looking up at him with that same smirk he had when all of this started. "Sam, what are you--Ungh..." All rational thoughts and the ability to finish a sentence went out the window once Sam took Dean's cock into his mouth.

Sam sucked on Dean's cock, bobbing his head up and down, saturating it with saliva. Saliva was just as good as any other thing he could think of to use as lube. Regardless of what they used, spit or the real thing, having Dean shove his dick up Sam's ass was going to hurt either way. But, to make the pain a little less, Sam made sure he added a little extra spit before he let Dean's dick fall out of his mouth with an audible pop!

Crawling back up Dean's body, Sam made sure to leave wet, sloppy kisses trailing from Dean's erect cock up to his mouth before grabbing his shoulder and pulling him on top of himself. "T-There. Lube." Bringing his head up, Sam kissed Dean again, nipping his bottom lip before pulling away, allowing his head to rest on the pillow again. "Come on, Dean," he urged. "Fuck me."

"Sam," Dean whined, "do you have to say it like that?" licking his lips, Dean made sure to keep his eyes intent on Sam. If he looked away, he wasn't going to be able to do this. The only thing keeping him from jumping off the bed and bolting out of the room was the look of need in Sam's eyes right now. Slowly, Dean pushed his spit-slick cock into his brother's virgin hole, stopping when he was about half way in. "You okay?" he asked, not liking the look on Sam's face.

Biting his lip, Sam nodded, wrapping his arms around Dean's waist, open palms resting on his lower back. "Y-Yeah, keep going."

Dean nodded, slowly pushing in further, further, until he was buried to the hilt inside his brother. His brother! God, he felt dirty. He held this position for a while, waiting for Sam to let him know when he could move, giving Sam ample amount of time to adjust.

After a while, Sam looked up at Dean, knitting his brows in confusion. "What are you doing? Move!" Tightening his grip on Dean's body, Sam pushed back against his brother's cock, fucking himself as Dean started to thrust into him. Sam closed his eyes, his breaths coming out in pants as Dean thrust into him, hitting his prostate, sending sparks of pleasure throughout his body.

Sam didn't last much longer after that. A few more thrusts, and Sam was shooting hot ropes of cum onto his own and Dean's chest, panting out his brother's name as he rode out the waves of his orgasm. Again, he pushed back against Dean's cock, bringing Dean to completion. And once Dean stopped moving, Sam felt him collapse onto his chest, knocking the wind out of him.

After Dean had a chance to catch his breath, he rolled over, wrapping his arm around Sam's waist and pulling him close to his body. Well, that wasn't as bad as he thought it was going to be. Actually, in all honesty, it was kind of nice. Softly, he pressed a kiss to Sam's shoulder. "Love you, Sammy."

Sam smiled, closing his eyes as he scooted closer to Dean. "I love you, too, Dean." Needless to say, Sam fell asleep with a smile on his face that night. And, no dreams about having sex with Dean haunted his sleep that night, either. Sam was now a happy man.