Sam and Dean were holding hands as they came down the stairs. The pair of them had been practically glowing due to the intimacy they shared only a little while ago. To look at them now you would think they were the picture perfect teenage couple, the happiness clearly visible on there features. Dean and Sam were carrying on their own little conversation, made up of hand squeezing, winking and the occasional licking of their lips, as they made it into the living room.

Sam winced slightly as he saw Jo sitting on the couch, avoiding all eye contact Sam pulled Dean along with him to one of the side chairs only big enough for one person. Sam bit his lip and nodded at Dean. A nod clearly saying 'you can sit'.

Dean smiled softly and took the offered seat - but obviously to Sam's surprise - Dean pulled his hand enough until Sam was sitting sideways on his lap. The position didn't bother Dean even though Sam was bigger than him he hardly minded, only wanting to keep his brother close.

As he sat there, Sam picked up one of Dean's hands and brought it to his lips, never breaking the warm gaze they were sharing - well not until he heard someone clearing their throat not far away from them. Slowly, almost aggravated Sam let his eyes drift to the blond whom was still sitting on the couch her eyes fixed on Dean and then drifting to Sam.

"You know, I don't bite - you don't have to have Sam sitting there giving you a lap dance where everyone can see. There's plenty of room right here" Jo patted the couch next to her.

"No thanks," Not having a clue about the looks Jo was giving him, Dean's words slipped from his mouth and he gave Sam a loving smile before finishing "I think were gonna go out anyway"

Sam tilted his head slightly in a questioning manor before letting his eyes drift back to Jo, smiling a little before standing up and pulling Dean along with him. Sam waited until they were out of the room to speak "So where we going?"

Dean grinned "Lets get a drink"

"Alright"

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They had been walking for around fifteen minutes now even with Dean's protests on taking the Impala, but Sam thought it would be nice to get a little fresh air. Sam continued to look down at their still bound hands. He expected any minute that Dean would pull his hand away - but they had passed numerous people and he had yet to do so. It made Sam feel good inside, because Dean wasn't somebody who showed affection very publicly ... it just felt nice.

Sam was being snapped out of his reverie as he heard Dean's voice, but he hasn't actually 'heard' Dean. "What?" he asked dumbly

Dean gave him a weary look, his eyes rolling and a sigh escaping his lips "I said: wheres that fake ID at?"

Sam's face scrunched up for a moment before he let his mouth drift open "In my pocket where it's always at ... why?"

"Because college boy, your only 20. Legal age is 21. And you won't be getting in on your looks, they may get you a lot of things but this - It ain't one of them. Not unless that bouncer at the door fancies you" Dean stated everything so mater-of-factly that a three year old could understand, but the grin he sported tore away from the whole thing.

"Oh" was all Sam could mutter, pulling the ID out of his back pocket with his free hand, flashing it at the bouncer as he and Dean made their entrance. The man at the door eyed Sam and Dean's still linked hands closely before turning his head away. "Oh!" Sam stated once again, Dean's words finally sinking in.

With Dean's grin still in tact he spoke "You know Sammy, for someone who's always defending his smarts - your pretty slow on the take up"

Sam just shook his head and followed his brother. The atmosphere in this place was filled with a smell Sam had come so accustomed too; stale beer. Kind of like what Dean tasted like ... well it's no wonder, I mean he spent half his life in these types of places. Sam felt the loss of warmth in his hand as he felt Dean pull his own away; just like Sam had been waiting for him to do. A look of hurt fluttered across his features as he looked up to meet Dean's gaze.

The look Sam had instantly began to sport after Dean first withdrew his hand was enough to make his heart clench tightly and his entire chest ached. "Hey," Deans words were softly spoken as he approached Sam, rubbing his fingers affectionately down his arm, his eyes still locked with Sam's "I'll be right back. Just gonna go get us a couple beers, ok?"

Sam's expression lightened immediately "Okay. I'll go grab a table" Embarrassment flushed over Sam's cheeks. He couldn't believe the way he had acted - like he had just had his heart ripped out ... only by Dean pulling his hand away. Nobody else could do that to Sam, nobody but Dean and that was okay.

"Alright" Dean ran his fingers over the delicate skin once more before turning to head for the bar. He didn't quite understand at times why Sam got so emotional and depressed. For Dean it was a rash site because he never got like that, not if he could help it. Usually Dean would let so many things pile onto his shoulders before he'd even start to look half way emotional.

Sam boosted himself on top of one of the pool tables, his gaze fixed on his brother. Now that Sam could be alone with his thoughts for a few minutes, all the bad things he'd tried to keep his mind away from started to flee back to him. Incest. It was such a dirty word to the world around him, the bikers, the rednecks, the blacks, the whites, the gays and straights - most all of them would judge him because of that word.

As Dean walked back to where Sam was at, holding the beers in his hand he cocked his head to the side as he slid in between Sam's parted legs. It was weird how easily he found such comfort in his brothers personal space - but he did. Dean leaned forward pressing his lips to Sam's softly determined to bring him back into the real world and out of his thoughts.

The soft touch did just that and Sam could only smile. Incest - even the filthiest of sins looked good on his brothers lips.

Deans hands slowly started to stroke up and down Sam's thighs, rubbing easily against the jeans material covering them. This entire thing was still new to Dean - not just kissing his brother in public, or kissing him in general for that matter - but being in love with Sam ... that part was so very new, and now that Dean had a taste of it he didn't think he could go back to just being brothers, couldn't go back to just being anything if it wasn't lovers, companions, partners - no matter how the outside world looked at their relationship, Dean looks at it in one way; The world has taken so much from them, why can't he have this one thing? This one thing that makes him happier than he's been his entire life? - They can have this because Sam wants it, because it's not just Dean perverting his little brother. This was love and that's one thing you can't just tell someone not to have.

"Thought we were gonna play pool" Sam said breathlessly against Dean's hungry mouth.

"We were," Dean managed between a kiss before licking his tongue inside Sam's mouth and continuing "Like this better"

Sam's mouth worked into a grin and he let it drift open to say something else when he heard someone in the background - a voice mean and angry, drunk and blunt, directed all at them "Stupid Faggots"

Those two simple words - words Sam had prepared himself to hear - hurt so bad. Like sticking a knife in and twisting it. And it were those two words that sent Dean completely flying off the handle.

"The fuck you say?" Dean was enraged, he backed up from Sam and started to approach the man.

"Dean..." Sam managed, and though the protest was weak he hoped it could do something - but knowing it wouldn't. If anything it would make Dean angrier, the tone of his voice so clearly indicating he was hurt beyond what words could tell - it would make Dean furious.

And that wasn't all that far from the truth. Dean's heat skipped a beat, how desperately Sam had said his name, almost pleading - all because this prick wanted to say some shit out his mouth he had no right to - it hurt Dean, hurt him because it hurt Sam so badly. "I asked you a question!"

"I Said : Stupid Faggots like you are what's ruinin' this world"

"I believe you dressed that response up a bit boy. So now I'll give you to the count of one, Jason to get your sloppy headed, no good, redneck ass out of my bar or so help me I'll put you six feet under" A new voice said from behind the bar - an older female - she carried a shotgun in one hand and had it promptly pointed at the man who shouted those words of hate.

"I can't believe your taking their side you bitter old hag" He yelled before turning and running from the bar. "I'll see you two later" he mumbled as he swiped past Dean, quickly pulling out a switchblade pocket knife, it gashed deeply into Deans ribcage and upper arm as Jason ran out of the bar.

"Sonuvabitch!" Dean shouted, grasping at his side while he fell to his knees.

Sam was beside him in a matter of seconds, blood pooled around Dean and it caused Sam's chest to tighten - but what amazed him was when he looked around the bar ... everyone was back doing whatever it was they had been before the disruption, not a care in the world about Dean lying here.