OK, everyone had such a negative reaction to this chapter, that it forced me to take a long look at it. So here we go a rewrite. Hopefully this pulls Sam away from the psycho label. I tried to make Sam into the lovable guy we know he is, but right now he's going through a bout of unrequited love, and he's jealous, two very not pretty emotions. Plus this Sam is a little spoiled and use to getting his way.

I know I said this chapter would introduce Dean to Castiel's family, but the idea for this chapter just wouldn't leave me alone, so we'll be meeting the family in the next chapter….I hope. Also there is a WARNING for this chapter because it contains some strong language and some sexual situations that while not explicit or graphic in any way, may be a bit much for some people. I hope you don't mind, but I tweaked their ages just a bit. Instead of Sam being four years younger than Dean, he's six. So right now Sam is 23, Dean is 29, and Cas is 32. Also, I'm trying something different with dialog, tell me what you think. I still need an opinion from you guys; does Sam get a happy ending or what? Anyway thanks for all of the reviews, they really make my day. For those of you missing Sam and his antics, this one is for you.

'This can't be happening' thought Sam.

Dean and Dr. Novak had slept together. That was it then, Dean had won. Sam lay in his bed in total darkness. He couldn't face the world right now. The crushing sadness and aching well of misery that seemed to fill his being threatened to overwhelm him. This just wasn't fair, how come Dean got everything he wanted? All of his life Sam had to watch as Dean accomplished everything he wanted effortlessly. Sam thought back on his life growing up with Dean as an older brother.

He remembered when he was six and Dean was twelve, Dean had wanted a new bike. Their parents had told them that they couldn't afford it. So Dean being who he was went out into the neighborhood and solicited odd jobs. He cut grass, walked dogs, painted fences, you name it he did it. Right before Christmas rolled around, he'd saved enough for a pretty nice dirt bike. Sam was so jealous watching Dean wheel around on it. Something must have shown on Sam's face, because at the end of the day, Dean declared that he didn't want the bike any longer and that Sam could have it.

Six year old Sam was ecstatic; surely he had the best brother in the world? He naively took the bike and rode around the neighborhood for a week. That was the first time he realized what a charmed life Dean led. Certainly his older brother couldn't have known what such a grand gesture would do to their parents. He didn't know that mom would tell all the neighbors and Grandma Deanna and Grandpa Samuel. Dean just spent the week on the porch watching Sam ride around on the bike, playing the martyr. He and Sam were both equally shocked when on Christmas morning their grandparents came over bearing a brand new mountain bike with Dean's name on it. Apparently everyone, including all of their neighbors had chipped in a bought that 'sweet, hardworking boy' with the freckles a freaking cool mountain bike.

Sam was very unimpressed. Somehow Dean always came out on top.

Sam sighed and turned over. The Bose sound system that Dean had installed especially for him poured out music that reflected his sadness. "All By Myself" by Eric Camen, played on repeat. How could anyone compare to Dean? Sure Sam was taller, smarter, and a much nicer person, but there was just something about Dean…

To Sam it was like ninth grade all over again. Fourteen year old Sam had just gotten to high school; needless to say he was already really popular. Even though Dean had graduated two years prior, his reputation was legendary, and Sam reaped the benefits. It paid to be The Dean Winchester's little brother. When Trish Martin, a junior in his A.P. Government class started making advances toward him, he thought he'd won the lottery. Trish was not only tiny and blonde, but she was also head cheerleader. Hooking up with her made Sam the envy of the entire male population of the school.

He was only a freshman, but he'd managed to snag the most eligible girl in school. He wrote to Dean, who was already attending BU, and bragged incessantly about how hot his girlfriend was. Dean of course didn't believe him. When Trish found out that he wrote to Dean about her, she seemed flattered, she even suggested that Sam send Dean a picture of her to prove his claim.

This was something Sam did gladly. Looking back, he should have known that that was an odd thing to suggest. It wasn't until Dean had come home over the Christmas break that Sam finally figured out what was going on. He was looking forward to Dean meeting Trish, could not wait to see the look on Dean's face when he saw how beautiful his girl was. He'd invited her over Christmas Eve. Introductions were made and Dean had looked suitably impressed, he even congratulated Sam with a manly pat on the back. Sam was riding high; finally he had something better than Dean. Sam had known it was too good to be true; life didn't work like that and the universe truly hated Sam Winchester.

Dean had gone up to his room to "relax" after his long trip back home. A few minutes later Trish asked to use the bathroom. Sam offered to show her the way, but she assured him that she could find it on her own. After fifteen minutes he began to worry, at the twenty minute mark, he went to search for her. The bathroom was empty; Sam made his way to Dean's room. Before he could knock, the sound of his name caught his attention.

"So what you're just using Sammy to get to me?"

"It's not like that, God don't be so melodramatic Dean!"

"How the hell do you expect me to react? You come in here, start groping me, and telling me how much you want me! How could you do that to Sam, the poor kid thinks that you actually like him. That's my kid brother you're screwing with!"

"Please going out with me has increased his rep at school a hundred times over. He's one of the most popular freshman ever thanks me. So I figure that makes us even"

"Who gives a damn…he actually likes you"

"Well, I'm sorry to hear that cause I like you. Ever since my freshman year I wanted to get with you. You were a senior and I saw you at baseball practice and from then on I knew I wanted to be yours"

"That's too bad sweetheart because I don't take sloppy seconds, especially from my baby brother"

"SLOPPY SECONDS?! I'm no one's sloppy seconds"

"Whatever chic, from where I'm sitting you are. Haven't you heard bro's before hoes. I would never do that to Sammy"

"I'm not really even his girlfriend, we've barely even kissed. I just wanted a shot with you Dean"

Sam stood in shock. He thought that she was a good girl and wanted to take things slow, and that that was the reason why she limited him to a few brief kisses. That bitch was using him? She was after Dean all along? Sam felt heat suffuse his face. Humiliation roiled through him. Of course someone like Trish wouldn't want someone like him. At that moment he hated them both.

"Doesn't matter, I wouldn't touch you with a ten foot pole, Besides you think breaking my brother's heart is the way to get you into mine?"

"So that's it? You won't even consider going out with me?"

"Bitch, what you're going to do is go back downstairs and tell Sammy you had fun, but you have to go home now. Then, you're going to wait until after New Year's and break things off with him. You better not tell him why either! Make some shit up I don't care, you just better make sure he thinks it's your fault and not his!"

"And why would I do that? Even if I can't be with you, I can still have Sam. And that means that I get to be here every time you come home from school. Every holiday or school break I'll be here waiting for you"

"Oh no hell you won't. I'll tell Sam what kind of opportunistic tramp you really are"

"(Laugh) You can try, but I have that boy wound so tight he'll believe anything I say"

Sam had heard enough. Angrily he barged into the room. The room's two occupants jumped in surprise. Trish whirled to face him, throwing herself into his arms, faced flushed and eyes bright with tears.

"Oh that God you're here Sam, your brother was trying to make a move on me. I told him that we were together and that I could never betray you like that. He just wouldn't take no for an answer"

If Sam had not been listening to their earlier conversation, he may have been fooled. As it was, he couldn't keep the look of disgust off of his face.

"I think…no, I know it's time for you to go Trish" he said. He hated how his voice wavered and cracked. He really hated the pitying look his brother gave him.

"B-but Sam? Why…?" she stammered.

"I heard you. You never wanted to be with me, you were only using me to get to Dean!" he cried.

Trish seeing as her game was up had the grace to at least look ashamed.

"For what it's worth, you're actually a pretty cool guy Sam. It's just that Dean is…well…there's just something really special about him" she sighed.

Sam didn't bother to watch as she left the room. He and Dean stood silently as they both listened to her make her excuses to their parents. Sam didn't allow his tears to fall until they heard the front door open and close. When he felt his brother place a hand on his shoulder, Sam couldn't take it. He didn't want Dean's pity or his sympathy. In his hurt, he lashed out at his big brother.

"Don't touch me! This is all your fault. Do you know how sick I am of being referred to as Dean Winchester's little brother? Dean's so smart, Dean's so handsome, that's all I hear Dean Dean Dean! I'm so freaking fed up with the awesomeness that is Dean Winchester" Sam exploded.

As he stormed out of the room, he caught a glimpse of the hurt and shock on his brother's face. Christmas that year was a subdued affair with Sam refusing to speak to Dean and Dean not forcing the issue. Eventually things got back to normal, but Sam never forgot.

Sam gave a snort as he re-lived that memory. What the hell was it about Dean that made him so damn irresistible? It couldn't be his looks, because while Dean was handsome, Sam wasn't exactly a troll. Was it his attitude? Dean has always had a devil may care attitude towards everything in life. If he wanted something he went after it. Was that what people found so attractive about him?

Sam was pulled from his thoughts by a knocking at his door. He paused his music and beckoned Dean in. His brother looked for lack of a better word radiant. He looked peaceful and well rested…genuinely happy.

"You alright Sammy?" asked Dean, poking his head inside.

Sam didn't bother rolling over, "It's SAM, and I'm fine Dean, what did you need?"

His brother came fully into the room. "I just wanted to let you know that I'm running out to grab something for dinner since I kinda overslept. Cas is gonna stay here. He said something about grabbing a shower, so he might not come out before I get back. I'm gonna hit up Sakura's, do you want anything?" Dean asked.

Sakura's was one of Sam's favorite Chinese food places. Even though he was in a funk, he wasn't about to turn down good food. Especially because it meant that he would be alone in the penthouse with Dr. Novak. "Yeah, I'll take some hot and sour soup, California rolls and some wontons" answered Sam.

Dean gave him a wave and left. Sam lay back and contemplated his life. He knew that any chance he had with Dr. Novak was over. It would be too weird to be with someone his brother had slept with. Its just that the blue eyed professor was so beautiful and smart. In his mind Sam lamented that fact that he never got to really see the doctor. He bets Dr. Novak looks amazing out of the designer suits he always wore.

A wicked idea came to Sam just then. It was something daring, something that Dean would do. He could catch a glimpse of the dark haired man sans clothing. Dean said he was taking a shower…

As soon as Sam was sure Dean had left the apartment, he raced downstairs. Dean had said that Dr. Novak was in the shower, this was an opportunity for Sam to catch a glimpse of the good professor in the buff, or at least very near. He could pretend to be looking for something in Dean's room, and just happen to still be in there when the dark haired man emerged from the shower. Sam was sick of playing it safe; he needed to be bold like Dean to get what he wants.

Stealthily he entered the master suite, the plush carpeting muffling his footsteps. Sam can hear the shower running in Dean's massive bathroom. Now all he has to do is wait for Dr. Novak to emerge glistening and half naked, act surprised (all the while making sure he gets an eye full), apologize profusely and leave. Simple. Sam is so lost in his fantasy, that he almost misses the sound of whistling coming down the hall.

'Crap its Dean…what he doing back?' thought Sam wildly as he searched for somewhere to hide.

Quickly he dove for Dean's enormous walk-in closet; all the while thanking God Dean had so many clothes. Sam hastily hid between his brother's many rows of Versace, Kenneth Cole and other name brand suits. He paid no mind to the expensive fabrics as he fought to remain undetected.

Sam peered through a crack in the door, a saw his brother rummaging around his nightstand. Clearly he was searching for something. Just then the door opened and out came a damp Dr. Novak. Much to Sam's disappointment, he was wearing Dean's cashmere bathrobe that practically swallowed him. Sam ducked back into the closet when Dean turned in his direction. Sam could still clearly hear their voices.

"Dean…I thought you were going out"

"Yeah babe, I am…I just forgot my wallet"

"Oh…why are you looking at me like that?"

"I can't help it. I mean damn baby you are so sexy. Especially wearing my clothes"

Sam heard Dr. Novak give a small huff of laughter. He then heard a rustle of cloth and he thinks someone sat on the bed. Sam heard a groan, it had to be Dean.

"Shit Cas, what are you trying to do to me?"

"What's the matter Dean?"

"You know damn well what the matter is. Look at you spread out all naked and wet on my bed"

At this Sam felt all of the blood in his body rush south. Dr. Novak gave another huff of laughter.

"What are you going to do about it Dean?"

"Come on Cas, I think my junk's gonna fall off if I try to go again"

"You're younger than I am Dean…can't you get it up just one more time? Here I'll help"

There was more movement, the sound of a zipper being lowered and a gasp.

"God your mouth was made for this…shit… okay…okay…oh...fuck babe"

'No, no, no. This can't be happening' thought a panicked Sam. He cannot be trapped in the closet while his brother has sex with the only man Sam's ever loved. Fate or God or whatever was out there couldn't possibly be that cruel.

"Alright…we can do this, but you are doing all the work this time. And we have to be quick; I've still got to go get the food"

"Yes Dean"

"God, how...the…hell… are you so damn bendy?"

"I…do…y-y-YOGA!"

"That's right Babe…take it!"

"Dean…oh yes…DEAN…RIGHT THERE, RIGHT THERE! DON'T STOP!"

The next thirty minutes would be seared into Sam's mind as long as he lived. It was sensory overload full of sounds that he never ever wanted to hear his brother make. Sam couldn't even focus on Dr. Novak's sounds of pleasure because of Dean's moans of encouragement. There was even a moment when he heard Dean call out 'Ride'em Cowboy' and was answered with an enthusiastic 'Yeehaw', from his partner.

Sam felt sick to his stomach. There was no way he was going to be subjected to this in a long term capacity. Sam imagined the horror of his home life should Dr. Novak become a permanent fixture. He would be confronted by the man relentlessly; assaulted by those too blue eyes over breakfast, that smile over dinner. Tormented by the fact that he belonged forever to his brother. It would be much too cruel to have to be constantly reminded of what he can't have…or could he? Maybe Sam could live with the fact that Dean had slept with the professor. Just the thought of him and the doctor engaging in all of the bendy sex he'd heard made Sam reconsider dropping the pursuit of the older man.

When the couple finally decided to grab another quick shower to clean up, Sam ran for the door. His eyes studiously avoiding the newly rumpled bed and the smell of sex that now lingered in the air. As he made his way to his room, he began to plot. Now that getting the professor for himself was no longer a lost cause, he had plans to make.

And that's a wrap. Tell me what you think. I hope the rewrite made Sam less stalkerish and creepy. PLEASE TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK.