Disclaimer: Supernatural characters and storyline are property of Eric Kripke and associated publishers/licensers.


Sliding into the tub of hot water Dean closed his eyes in relief. It had been so long since he had been alone that he was close to breaking point. The last few days had really taken their toll on the young hunter. He had been stabbed and gotten an infection resulting in a few tense days of danger. He had also discovered that he fancied the pants off his fifteen year old little brother and his new favourite pass time was watching said brother come in his shorts. It's not every day you realise you're a twisted fuck and it really deserved some time alone for contemplation.

Seeing Sam bucking into the mattress, moaning wantonly had made Dean so hot he was sure his fever had returned. It had taken all of his control not to lean over and lick the sweat running down his brother's neck. Dean had nearly given in when Sam had started moaning the word please over and over, like he was talking right to him, begging him to finish it. It had been too much, too much and not nearly enough. Dean wasn't sure if he was going to be able to control himself for very long. They needed out of this motel like yesterday!

Sam had no idea what he was doing to him. He had even helped him get into the bath not moments ago and Dean hadn't the strength to stop him. The fever had robbed him of energy and he suspected a part of him just didn't want to send Sam away. He was playing with fire. It was hard to think of Sam as his young innocent brother when he was always touching him and rutting against him at night moaning like he was the world's greatest porn star.

Dean had looked away for a moment and in that time Sam had grown up. He was strong and capable and sexy as hell. It didn't even bother him that he was attracted to another guy, he could see the appeal in it, he just had never wanted to give it a try. Women were always available and more often than not obliging. The problem was that he didn't just see the appeal of Sam, he ached for him. Dean wasn't a deep thinker as a rule but he had his moments. There is nothing like having a near death experience to make you realise what you have been ignoring. Life had a way of cluing you in. Dean didn't just love his brother; he didn't just live for him. He wanted him like he had never wanted anything else in his life. Admitting that was hard but accepting it was easier. Dean could accept he was a monster because it meant he knew what he had to do and what he certainly could never do. He could never make a play for Sam. He could never hurt him with this.

A soft knock on the bathroom door brought Dean out of his daze. The water had cooled a bit and he hadn't even started washing himself yet.
"Dean, are you ready to come out now?" asked Sam as he pushed open the door to the steam filled room.
"Sorry dude, I must have spaced out. I'll be ready in ten minutes," answered Dean in a worn out voice.

Sam gazed at his naked brother reaching for the sponge, his movements heavy and forced. He hated seeing Dean so weak and fragile yet saw this for the opportunity it was. Without a word Sam took the sponge from his brother and started soaping up Dean's back.
"Dude seriously, no need. I can wash myself. At least leave me with some dignity!" pleaded Dean, his voice conveying his distress.
"Oh hush up, it's nothing I haven't seen before and I've seen geriatrics moving faster than you are right now." Sam didn't add that this was like a dream come true and he couldn't pass up on an opportunity to touch and linger over his brother's body. He was just being a good brother and getting to perv was just an added bonus.

Settling down into the tub Dean gave up. He didn't have the strength to argue, let alone fight Sam on this, and also it felt nice. He had been covered in sweat and blood for days and while he would never admit it, it did feel good having Sam take care of him a little bit. He tried not to think about how nice it was to have Sam caressing him either, that wasn't important.

Sam watched his older brother close his eyes, sighing appreciatively as he moved the sponge over his brother's taut muscles. He tried to keep his breathing slow and even as he let his gaze drop. It had been awhile since he had seen it and it took his breath away. Sam realised his imagination hadn't been doing Dean justice. It was more than he had picture. Sam felt like he was in a trance as he gazed at his brother's cock beneath the still water. There suddenly wasn't enough air in the small bathroom as his pants tighten around his erection. He was in very dangerous territory but he couldn't seem to care. He had wanted this chance, this innocent excuse to feed his hunger and now he was afraid this morsel had only pushed him closer to a line he had sworn he would never cross.

Without any conscious thought Sam's hands began to move over Dean's body wiping away the stress of the last few days. The sponge glided down Dean's chest; bring forth a happy murmur from his near catatonic brother. A silence descended as Sam held his breath. He felt like a spell had been cast over Dean, the gentle lapping of water lulling him, making him susceptible to Sam's want. Desire burned through him, dulling his thoughts and silencing his conscience. All he could feel was his need to just keep touching. He wet his lips as his hand trailed lower down Dean's body, his eyes never leaving the part of Dean that had been hidden from him for so long. His fingers trailed a path of longing down Dean's abdomen and he exhaled a breath of triumph when Dean's member stirred to life. He was so enraptured by the sight that it took him a moment to realise that the heavy gasps filling the steaming room were not his own. Looking up Sam met Dean's heavy lidded gaze. His lips were parted as he panted for air and his face flushed. Sam knew it wasn't from the water but from his own caresses. Staring into his brother's hazy green eyes Sam dropped his hand that extra inch and changed their relationship forever.

Dean couldn't stop the moan that escaped his throat. Sam's gentle touching had eased his body into submission and his own lust held him prisoner. Another gasp arched his body as Sam took him firmly in hand. The heat of it sent a shock of pleasure though him and made him rock hard. The spell was broken as his heart pounded in his chest. Fire burned deep within him and he grasped Sam's wrist, a desperate last attempt to stop this. His words were trapped as Sam moved, his hand expertly dragging up and Dean's body convulsed as a red hot fire shot straight to his cock.

"Uh fuck..god!" groaned Dean as his mind was blown.

They held each others gaze and Dean could feel his brother's determination and lust. Sam's eyes we heated and his hand was sure as he set a devastating pace, letting Dean's moans washed over him, spurring him on. He had always wanted to see Dean like this, make him like this. He had never felt more powerful than he did right now, twisting his wrist, controlling his brother.

Unable to restrain himself any longer Sam leaned forward and licked a trail of blazing fire along Dean's exposed neck. He smelt like sex and danger. He was so hot and so good and Sam couldn't get enough of his taste. A slave to Sam's will, Dean bucked into his heated fist, groaning with each thrust. Sam gasped into Dean's hot skin as he freed his own cock from his jeans, unable to just watch anymore. He needed to find his own release at seeing his brother writhing beneath his hand.

He grazed Dean's skin as his brother turned towards him, capturing his mouth in a fevered kiss, too far gone to care any more. It was velvet and wet and Sam couldn't help but moan into Dean's mouth and clutch himself tighter. It was everything he had ever imagined in his dreams. Better it was Dean, really Dean giving and taking from him, wanting him like Sam had fantasied he would.

He was already so close. Dean's tongue assaulted him relentlessly as they held on to each other. They broke apart gasping as Sam moaned his brother's name. Dean looked down at Sam's cock, hot and hard as Sam jerked them off together. It was too much, Sam was too god damn good. He was nearing the end as he fucked Sam's hand wildly. Pressing their foreheads together they breathed each other in, feeling each other spasm. Sam could feel Dean's body tensing up and knew he was about to come. He raced him to finish, pulling the orgasm from his brother's body.

"SAM, Sammy.." cried Dean as he shook from the force of the pleasure being ripped out of him. Sam cried out as Dean called his name, no longer able to hold on and he spilled all over his hand as he came hard on the cold bathroom floor. Dean's moans and his ultimate trigger had sent him over the edge.

Panting loudly, the brothers collapsed against each other, trying to catch their breath. They let the moments pass as they tried to compose themselves, each too affected to speak. Eventually Dean stilled and looked down at his younger brother with eyes filled with shock and guilt. Sam wasn't surprised when he spoke.

"Fuck!"


So I just jumped right in there. I haven't done a lot of these scene so I hope it flowed ok. Thank you for reading and please let me know what you think and what mistakes I have made because I always have a few. Enjoy xx