A/N Since I took like a year to add a new part I've decided to make this fic 12 parts instead of 10. So yeah there will be two more parts. There already written just need to be edited. Peace
The room is dark, the sheets are damp. The glass of water Sam left on the table by the bed before drifting off is hot. Sam rests the glass of water on the shaky table, forces himself to swallow the mouthful of warm water. The heat had risen steadily as he slept. The cool air the storm had brought the night before last had vanished, leaving the air hot musty. The room is almost hushed. The hum of the fan barely makes it to Sam's ears. The faint sound of music drifts in from the hall. Sam rolls on to his side trying to find a dry spot. He pulls the pillow over his head. Dean is in the shower again, he was putting the battered old radio that came with the rotting house to good use. It was blasting Kansas at a volume Sam was sure it shouldn't be able to reach with out shattering.
The music stops. The bathroom door bangs open, Dean swaggers into their bedroom naked, water trailing over his skin. He looks unnatural happy for such a disgustedly hot day. Sam gives him a dirty look, tosses a pillow at his head. Dean dodges out the way, smirking at Sam.
"I see you're up Sammy. Have a nice nap sweetheart."
Sam sits up, stretching just enough to release the tension in his sleep knotted muscles. He feels the pull of his short, damp against his legs. He hated the summer, hates it till winter comes blistering and cold and he longs for warmth. "Why did you let me sleep so long?" Sam's voice sounds sleep husky to his own ears.
Dean turns his back to him, digging around in his drawer for a pair of shorts. "You looked like you needed it." Dean yanks on a pair of boxer. "You hungry." His voice sound gruff.
Sam shakes his head. Dean snorts "Well you're going to eat anyway." He left the room. Sam drops back against his pillow already halfway back to sleep. The only way to deal with this kind of heat is to sleep through it.
He's awoken what feels like a moment later by something cold and wet resting against the back of his neck. He shifts, lifting his hand to swat the intruder away, his fingers come in contact with his naked skin he rolls on his side, opening one eye to see a smirking Dean ice cube in hand.
"What are you five fucking years old?"
Dean laughs. "Get up princess I brought you lunch in bed."
Sam glares but sits up. Dean places a tray with a large sandwich and a glass of juice on his lap, there's even a cookie tucked halfway under the sandwich. Sam looks up at Dean, a sharp look on his face. "What did you do?"
Dean gives him a guiltless look. "I just thought you could use some food. All you do lately is sleep and whine about the heat."
"It's hot and I'm tried."
Dean rolls his eyes, runs the ice cube over his lips. Sam looks away. "Stop bitching. Eat the food Sammy."
He's gone when Sam looks up. Halfway through his second bite, Kansas is playing again. Sam can hear the faint sound of running water. He finishes off the sandwich and juice, leaving the cookie in a napkin on the bed. He takes the tray back to the kitchen, dumps it in the sink. On his way to the bathroom he strips of his shorts, leaving them with Dean's pile of clothes behind the bathroom door.
He pushes back the shower curtain. Dean gives him a filthy smirk, reaches out wraps a hand around Sam forearm and pulls him forward. Sam stumbles into the tub. Dean drags him forward into a slow wet kiss shoving Sam against the wall. They are the same height now. In another month or so Sam will be the taller of the two. Dean's hand runs down the space between them, fingers linger over the spot on Sam's hip that makes his dick jump. Their being stupid, dad could be home any second. Doesn't stop Sam from tangling his fingers in Dean's hair and drag him back in for a deeper kiss, from arching into Dean's hand, letting Dean jerk him easy and slow, the cold water rushing down around them. Dean sucks hard on his collar bone. Sam reaches down and takes hold of Dean's flushed cock, he slides his fingers over the head before giving it a rough tug, Dean groans against Sam's neck. He likes it hard, rough almost bruising. Sam come first, Dean makes sure of it. Dean follows soon after, a fierce rough tug from Sam's hand and he spilling between Sam's long fingers. They rinse off. Dean gives Sam a sloppy kiss, a sharp smack on the ass. Sam rolls his eyes and shut off the water.
"I wasn't done."
Dean sounds annoyed. Sam gives him a sweet smile. "You're going to be prune if you spend anymore time in the water. Come back to the room, I saved you a cookie."
Dean pouts. Sam takes hold of his arm and drags him back to their room. They pull on shorts and sit on Sam's bed.
By the time John gets home, Dean is sitting up in Sam's bed munching on cookies, reading comics. Sam is half asleep watching Dean. John gives them a smile and tells them to get dress. There is a possible werewolf sighting in the next town over. Sam complains about the heat, Dean bounces off the bed, big smile, ready for a new hunt. John shakes his head, a faint smile on his face. He ignores Sam's complaints and leaves them to dress. Sam lies for a few moments watching Dean dress. He knows he'll have to get up and dress soon. For right this moment its fine to lie there, hot and hazy watching Dean check out his butt in the mirror.