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"Dean?" Sam said shyly.
"Yeah Sammy?"
"I can think of something we can do to relax"
Dean knew what that tone of voice meant. It was promise for a night full of unbelievable hot sex. He felt his cock jump at the memory of what had happened last time he heard that voice. "Oh really? And what might that be?"
Sam moved his chair so he was sitting next to Dean. "Well I don't think this is the place to talk about it. But I can give you a preview" he whispered into Dean's ear. Causing Dean to shiver at the sensation of hot air tickling his neck.
Sam got up and walked over the exit of the bar, winking at Dean before he left. Dean who's breathing had already started to become laboured followed Sam out to the parking lot, trying to hide the noticeable tenting in his jeans. When he reached outside he looked around for Sam who had disappeared. As Dean was scanning the parking lot, someone pushed him into the wall causing him to collide with the bricks with a dull thump. Dean instantly recognised the attacker as Sam.
"Ohh fuck" he moaned as Sam started to suck and nibble at his throat. Each nip causing a bolt of pleasure to his already half hard cock. He could feel Sam smirk against his neck, before reaching up and pulling Dean into a demanding kiss. Dean moaned louder at the feel of Sam's tongue swimming inside his mouth, searching and probing.
God Sam could never get enough of how Dean tasted, spicy and sweet all at once. It was fucking heaven. As Sam felt Dean's erection pressing harder into his thigh, he decided to get on with his original plan. After all they were still outside, and having the shit kicked out of them would defiantly ruin the mood. Hearing the desperate keen of Dean's moan, Sam smiled and dropped to his knees, causing Dean to look down in surprise. Sam ran his hands up and down Dean's thighs, always missing the one part he wanted to touch. Sam leaned forward and grabbed Dean's jeans zipper with his teeth and pulled it down. Thus caused his teeth to gently scrape over Dean's cock.
"Oh fucking hell Sammy" Dean groaned.
Sam pulled the jeans down to Dean's knees and stared at the his prize, hidden by a thin piece of fabric. Dean always wore briefs, Sam didn't know why, and right now he didn't really care. He could see Dean's cock straining against the piece of fabric, a small wet patch of pre cum stained Dean's underwear.
"Yummy" Sam whispered loud enough for Dean to hear.
Sam started to suck at the fabric covered cock, tasting the musky sent of Dean through the briefs. By this time Dean was a mess, he was panting and groaning like a bitch in heat.
"Sammy please" Dean begged, showing Sam how much he needed it.
"OK baby,"
Sam pulled the briefs down allowing the hard cock to spring free. However Sam had not moved quick enough and was hit the face.
"Oh fuck sorry" Dean stammered in horror.
San didn't answer. Dean's cock was beautiful. Red and weeping. He reached forward and took a few licks of the head enjoying the taste. It had been too long since he had done this, Sam decided. He swallowed the cock whole, causing Dean to cry out and buck into his mouth. Sam held he hips into place and he deep throated him.
"Oh fuck Sammy I can't . . . . "
"Come in my mouth Dean"
Sam licked and swirled his tongue around the head of the cock and followed the thick vein running down the length of the cock.
"Sam I'm . . . ."
Dean didn't finish before he came in Sam's mouth. Hot ropey strands coating the inside of his mouth. Sam tried to swallow it all, but some leaked over the edge of his mouth and ran down his chin. Sam pulled away when Dean had finished and licked the remaining cum of his face.
Dean woke from his dream with a small smile and a huge problem downstairs. Dean slowly slid out of the bed, trying not to wake Sam. Tripping on the quilt covers he swore softly under his breath and looked up to see Sam grumble and turn over before going back to sleep. He had a lot to do today and he didn't want Sam to find out. Dean smiled softly at the sight of his little brother's naked body twisted up in the motel sheets, last night had been fun and if Dean had done what he had planned Sam would sleep for a while yet. Dean pulled on his jeans and headed to the table on the other side of the room, leaving a note telling Sam he would be back around lunch time and not to worry. Reaching the door, and with one last backwards glance at Sam he left the motel room.
Dean had barely made it to the parking lot before he heard some call out his name. Turning around he saw John walking towards him.
"Where's Sam?" John asked looking around for the younger brother.
"Still sleeping."
"Where you off to?"
"Shopping"
"Great I need a few things to" John grabbed the keys out of Dean's hand and walked off. "I'll drive" he yelled over his shoulder.
'shit' was the only thing going through Dean's head, although what came out was, "Great"
"Come on" John yelled from the Impala.
'Now I remember why I hate hunting with dad' Dean thought as he got into the car, a sullen look on his face.
The drive to the shopping centre was about half and hour. There were a few small shops along the way, but Dean knew none of them would have what he wanted. And so this left quiet a while of awkward silence. '
'Oh well I was going to ask him eventually'
"Dad?" Dean asked hesitantly.
"Yeah Dean"
"Do you still have mum's wedding ring?" Dean refused to look at John in the eyes and settled instead to look straight ahead.
"Of course, you know I'd never get rid of it. Why?" John asked confused. Dean hadn't mentioned Mary's wedding ring since he was six.
'Ok, this is hard bit. Just ease into it' Dean continued to stare ahead.
"I'm going to ask Sam to marry me" Dean blurted out. 'So much for easing into it'
Dean had to grab onto the seat as the car swerved sharply off the road and nearly hit a tree. Dead silence filled the car and Dean watched as John's gripped the steering wheel so tight his knuckles turned white.
"Dad?"
"What . . . .what do mean marry you?" John stuttered.
"Well you know . . . Like getting married" he wasn't quite sure how to answer.
"You're going to marry your brother?"
"Well yeah, if he says yes"
"Oh god how did this happen?"
Dean was pretty sure he wasn't meant to answer and it was just a rhetorical question.
"How did what happen?"
"How did our family turn into something off Jerry Springer?" John's voice was full of pain.
'Maybe what Sam and I are doing is finally sinking in'
"Why do want Mary's ring anyway? It wouldn't fit Sam" John went back to original problem.
"I know, I was going to get it resized"
"You've really thought about this haven't you?" John realised. "You do know that getting married would mean that you would be with Sam forever. No more one night stands, no more flirting. There would never be anybody else"
"I know. I want this. I'm tired of fucking strangers. And honestly, the thought of never being with anybody else doesn't scare me like it used to." Dean admitted.
"Alright then." John reached into his jeans pocket and pulled out his wallet. Opening the wallet, he pulled out a gold ring with Celtic knots decorating the outside.
"Really?" Dean was shocked. He hadn't expected it to be that easy.
"After your mother died, I dragged you and Sam from motel to motel. I took away your childhood and Sam's and by the time I realised what I was doing it was too late. You and your brother had to grow up too fast, and for that I'm sorry. I took away your childhood, I won't take this away from you too. I don't understand what you two have, but I do know that you two have the chance to have something I could never give you."
"Dad there was nothing wrong with the way we grew up" Dean protested.
John just gave Dean a look that clearly stated he knew that Dean was talking crap.
"Alright, so we didn't have a normal childhood, but that doesn't mean it was a bad one. You never hit us or did anything to harm us, it wasn't like you were and druggie or an alcoholic. You did the best you could. You protected us." Dean stressed, trying to get John to understand.
"Yeah well I guess we'll have to disagree on this one." before Dean could comment, he continued. "So how about we go and get that ring resized"
"Sure" Dean knew when to pick his arguments, and this one would have to wait for another time.
For the next twenty minutes they sat in silence, which gave Dean time to think about his plans. He had meant what he said about giving up hunting, although he had to admit that the time had come sooner then he had thought. Sam hadn't mentioned quitting in months, it was like he had given up any hope of a normal life. He wouldn't let that happen, dad was right, him and Sammy could have a normal life like Sam deserved. Or at least as close to normal as they could get. He knew Sam still wanted the house with the white picket fence, golden retriever and two-point-four kids, even if he didn't talk about it. He knew in his heart it was to settle down and stop hunting and oddly enough he wasn't doing this just for Sam, he wanted this too. Today was the day. He was going to ask Sam to marry him, find somewhere to settle down, more then likely somewhere near Bobby, who was family and he would get a nine to five job. A normal life. Sam could go back to college and get his degree. "I'm thinking too far ahead, he hasn't agreed to marry me yet" At the thought of Sam saying no Dean felt a cold lump settle in his stomach. "What if Sam says no?" "What if he doesn't want to marry me" Dean began to panic. "What if he doesn't love me as much as I love him?"
"Dean we're here" John's voice pulled Dean out of his panic attack.
Dean looked out the window and saw the shopping centre. He had left his nice warm bed and a very affectionate Sam to come here and now wasn't so sure about the whole idea. "Well I've risked everything to be with Sam. I've risked losing dad, burning in hell, I even risked losing my little brother. I might as well risk my heart too" Dean got out the car and followed John into the shopping centre.
Well that's the end of that chapter. The next chapter will be Dean and John shopping. It will be awkward for all involved.
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