Warnings and disclaimers see chapter 1

Thanks to: Spelllesswonder29 for the beta- all mistakes are mine

Chapter 25 Syndrome

Dean let himself in and called out.
"Honey I'm home."
He heard Sam laugh from the bathroom where he was just finishing with the protection symbols. Dean walked to the linen cupboard and dropped the wood and tools down. He took the strips of iron with him to Sam and stood in the doorway.
"I just meet your friend Jake."
"You did?" Sam stood and pocketed the pen and light.
"Yeah he's a little shy."
"Shy? He didn't stop asking questions when I meet him." Sam tucked his hair behind his ear making Dean chuff a laugh.
"Huh, maybe next time."
"Do you need a hand?" Sam pointed at the strips in Dean's hand.
"If you want to lay these under the door mats?" Dean held the thin iron strips up. "And sit these against the glass." Dean held up thin rods.
"Good idea Dean. They are so small, people won't even see them."
"Either that or they will think that we are new agey or something."
"Ha, very funny."

Sam took the metal and went to work while Dean pushed his tired brain to help him as he put up a false shelf in the linen cupboard. Sam took a peek at Dean working in the cupboard, noticing how he rubbed at his eyes every now and again. Sam was getting concerned how tired Dean was getting before his treatment even started. Then again it was their first day in their new place and they had been shopping in two stores as well as moving in so he had to cut Dean a break. He took the weapons bag and came up to Dean just as he stepped back from the cupboard and started picking up his tools. Sam noticed a line of sweat running down the back of his T shirt. Dean smiled softly as Sam came up with the bag and he helped Sam fit it into the shelf and they locked it up.
"Good job Dean." Sam thought if he hadn't seen the cupboard before he would never have known.
Dean just shrugged and rubbed at his eyes.

Dean gave Sam the key put his tools away then vacuumed the hallway around the cupboard. When he was finished, he found Sam in the laundry putting a load of clothes on. Dean stood and watched Sam turn the machine on so he knew what to do. Sam turned to Dean when he was done.
"Dean you should go get some sleep."
Dean's eyes were red rimmed and slightly bloodshot.
"Yeah but I think I will have a shower first. I haven't had one since yesterday morning." "Good idea. There are towels, soap, and your shampoo in there."
"Thanks Sammy."

Dean went to his room and grabbed fresh boxers and a t-shirt out. He took a quick look through the clothes Sam had got him then went to the bathroom. He kept his shower short as he was feeling very sleepy under the warm water. It was a very nice shower and the water stayed the same temperature the entire time he was in there. It made a nice change from motel showers that were notoriously inconsistent.

When he was out and changed he found Sam eating an apple watching TV.
"Hey, Sammy. Do you mind if I move the bed?"
"What?"
Sam was surprised and couldn't quite get what Dean was on about.
"The bed in my room, is that okay to move, or did you set it up specifically?"
"No that's where it was when we moved in. I just never thought to change it. Do you want a hand?"
"No I'm fine. Can you wake me so I can make diner?"
"You want to make dinner?" Sam's eyebrows rose in surprise.
"Is that all right? I just want to do it while I can."
"Sure Dean. I'll wake you at seven. Sound okay?"
"Perfect."
"Have a good sleep."
"Thanks Sammy."

Back in his room Dean pushed the dresser over to the left and shoved the bed towards it so the bed head was against the left wall, meaning the kitchen was now through the wall behind his head, and the window was to his left and the dresser to his right as he slept. He had a gun in the middle draw of the dresser close to hand. This new position meant the bed was almost fully under the fan on the ceiling, which was slightly to the left of the room. Dean placed a knife under his pillow as was the norm for him and drew the curtains giving him a nice dark spot to sleep in. Dean left the door slightly ajar and climbed under the fresh clean sheets. Dean just had time to think how lucky he was to have Sam as a brother when he fell to sleep.

Sam had noticed Dean had been wearing just boxers and a T Shirt when he came out to the living room. He had felt an urge to get up and hug him and had sat looking at where he had stood long after he left. Sam frowned in thought. He hoped he didn't have Florence nightingale syndrome. He had lived with Dean for a long time and never had feelings like this before. After an hour Sam got up to go check on Dean. 'Just to make sure he was okay,' he told himself as he squeezed through the partially open door. Dean had moved the bed to the left side of the room which put it under the now slowly turning fan. Sam could see straight away this was a better position for Dean who often slept on his right side meaning he was facing the door not the window. It was a good defensive position and better for light when sleeping in the daytime.

He was sleeping on the right side of the bed now closest to the door and had the covers thrown off. As Sam crept closer to the bed he noticed Dean's head was lying on the bed not on the pillows, but his face was angled up just touching the pillow, as if he was gaining comfort from it. He was on his back with his arms spread wide and his legs laying lazily. The nearest one was straight and his left leg at an angle on the pushed back covers. Sam could see a strip of skin in the light from the hallway and his eyes traveled down to his boxers where he could see a distinct large, curved bump lying on Dean's hip.

Sam could see Dean's hard-on as he slept and was startled by the size of it as it lay lazily on his hip. Sam remembered when they were younger Dean had thrown jeans on before he moved to the shower in the morning Sam had sometimes seen it. It was hard to hide. Sam cursed softly as realized he was standing looking at Dean's privates through his clothes. He crept from the room with a demented creeping walk and went back to the living room. With growing horror he found he was stiff in his pants. This is getting weird, He thought as he adjusted himself. Sam found Dean's cancer leaflets on the dining room table and sat and read them. He made a coffee and kept at it until he had finished them all. He found himself wanting to creep into Dean's room again but went and checked the washing instead. It was done so he hung it out on the line.

TBC