Disclaimers and warnings see Chapter 1

Chapter 25 Dinner

The next morning Dean felt a lot better and walked down to the corner store for the paper before Sam was even awake. When he was back he happily reported to Sam he had meet a couple of workers just of the night shift, who told him they had a trouble free night, and even the weird presence they usually felt seemed to be gone. Sam insisted Dean ice up, while he had a shower, and have more tablets even thought he insisted he was fine. They got back on the road with Sam demanding he do the driving, at least for that day.

They drove north with no real plans for the day and stopped at Mc Donald's for breakfast and Taco Bells for lunch. At Taco Bells, Dean watched a family interacting behind Sam while they ate. The family left shortly after and Dean found himself staring at the table well after they had gone. "Earth to Dean."
"What?"
"I've been talking to you for five minutes now. What's going on?"
"Just wondering."
"Wondering what?"
"If one of us was killed by a demon, would the other want revenge?"

Sam was about to respond with a 'hell yes' when his brain kicked in. "What do you mean?"
"Well when mum died ,dad went hell for leather on the revenge jaunt. Would we be like that? "
"It's hard to say Dean." Sam started slowly, Dean talked about this stuff so infrequently he didn't want to scare him off. "Everyone handles that kind of thing differently. Dad loved mum very much and he wanted to see the thing that killed her die a painful death."
"But he had two sons who needed him."
"Well, in dads own way he did take care of us. He had the best person take care of me. I think once he found out what was out there, he wanted you to be the strong one. I know we bitch and complain about the way he bought us up but you are a fantastic hunter."
"Are you defending him?"Dean questioned.
"I just understand what it feels like to want revenge. Sometimes it blinds you to everything else. I understand family is more important now, but its hard when your fixed on revenge to stop and think about anything else."
"Would you hunt for revenge if I was killed?"
"I think so, but only because I would have nothing else left. What are you thinking Dean?" Sam kept his voice low and as encouraging as possible.
"I've just found myself wondering how dad did what he did and why. I guess it feels so different than the way I think, it makes it hard for me to understand."
"Dad didn't like to explain his decisions or thought processes with anyone not even us. It kind of makes the guy hard to understand. " Dean nodded seeming to find Sam's answer suitable and he changed the subject.

The take away food during the day put both of them in an anti junk mood meal for dinner that night. When they found a motel and showered and changed before Dean asked the receptionist for a good place to eat in town and was given directions to a tavern with a nice atmosphere and they went in for dinner.

The tavern was almost empty which they both liked straight away. Aside from the bar it self, it had a small dance floor over in one corner with a DJ stage with tables, and chairs in a rough semi circle around the dance floor. Towards the back of the tables and chairs against the wall was a juke box, so if there was no band or DJ playing, patrons could listen to music while eating.

Between the tables and chairs and the back wall were a large area of the tall but small tables and tall bar stools, and along the back wall were horseshoe shaped booths with low lighting. At the right time of night they knew this place would be pumping so they had some luck having an early dinner.

Dean sauntered up to the bar, with Sam in tow, and ordered two beers and asked about food. The barman gave them each a menu and told them to take a seat and he would send a waitress out to take their order. Dean led Sam to the booth furthest from the door which would have been in shadow in the middle of the day, it was that out of the way.

Sam slid in and as expected Dean slid into the seat opposite him but not as expected, Dean slid around the seat until he was sitting next to Sam. Sam looked at Dean in surprise but Dean was perusing the menu and sipping his beer, so Sam looked at his own without comment. The waitress came out a few minutes later and they both ordered steaks and both with salad to Sam's surprise. Dean paid for the meals, adding a generous tip.

As they drank their drinks Sam's eyes roved over the few people in the bar. As a hunter,he was unconsciously cataloging exits, and potential threats but as a person he was just interested in human behavior. "See anything you like Sammy?" Dean broke into Sam's thoughts.
"What?"
"In the bar, anything you like?" Sam turned and fixed his eyes on Dean's, there was a glint of something there Sam wasn't used to seeing outside a motel room, lust?
"No Dean just looking is all."
"Mmm". Dean's eyes left his and scanned the bar.
"You see anything you like Dean?" Sam edged closer to Dean.
"Oh yeah" Dean spoke in just above a whisper even though the bar was almost deserted.

Sam scanned the room as Dean just had "Who?" Sam kept his voice low as well, but he had a frown on his face, confused as to Dean's target.
"Well he's really good looking, way out of my league."
"No ones out of your league Dean".Sam looked around fleetingly. There were only two other guys in the bar both with their back to them, on the other side of the bar.
"Well, he's way tall and has soft brown hair." Dean was keeping his voice soft and light, very seductive.

Sam suddenly got that Dean was teasing him, he smiled widely at Dean and whispered just as low. "How do you know his hair is soft?"
"I felt it this morning".
"You did?"
"I ran my hand through it while he was sleeping, he never knew." Dean sounded like a little kid up to no good. Sam felt his dick twitch at Dean's softly spoken words, damn teenage type hormones. Well two could play at that, he hoped.
"Did you touch anything else while he slept?"
"Maybe."
"Like what?"
"Well, he has the cutest little ass you've ever seen."
"Really?"
"Oh yeah." Dean drank from his beer glass and Sam watched his tongue lick slowly across his top, then bottom lip. Sam was about to respond when the waitress bought their dinners out and they settled down to eat, Sam stealing looks at Dean every now and again.

Dean dug into his dinner aware Sam was shooting glances his way as they ate, he was finally feeling better, and had found it fun to stir his brother up a bit knowing fully well what it would result in when they got back to their room. Dean knew Sam would be an easy mark because he never showed his feelings in public and it would shock Sam. Well it wasn't so much public anymore as the other two guys had left and even the bartender seemed to have disappeared.

It wasn't like he was afraid off being called gay; he had been called that and more in school because kids were just like that whether they had reason or not. All you had to be was a little different and you were the target of the cruelty of school kids.

He just believed that relationships were a private thing between the people involved, but he knew that as his relationship with Sam grew stronger, people would see anyway, a love this strong was just too hard to hide. He knew Sam practically glowed these days, he was so happy, and he must be the same. Sam was never one to hide his feelings they were always out there on his sleeve but a least he was letting Dean go at his own pace.

When they had finished eating, Sam offered to get them another drink, and went to get more beer. It took Sam quite some time to gain the bartenders attention, as he was at the rear of the bar putting glasses through the dishwasher.

When Sam returned to Dean's side, Dean decided it was time to up the ante; he had developed a plan while Sam was at the bar. "Hey Sammy, did you see that handsome stud at the bar?" "No" Sam looked around the room, playing along.
"He was standing right where you were. Hey it must have been you." Dean slipped his hand under the table and onto Sam's thigh. Sam jerked his leg and his knee hit the table in surprise.
"Whoa Sammy, a little jumpy there."

Dean laughed and drank his drink slowly, licking the froth of his lips with his tongue. Sam couldn't help but stare and Dean laughed softly, this was just too easy. Sam took a drink and his tongue came out and licked along his lips and Dean watched him lick through the foam. "That's some tongue you've got there. Is it as big as another part of your anatomy?" Dean's voice was pitched very low and Sam had to lean in to hear.
"Nowhere near it."Sam countered and smiled wickedly at Dean as he slid closer to him.
"How about one more beer before we go find out?" Sam gulped and went off to get the beers, Dean watching his ass the whole way.

When Sam sat back down Dean went straight back into it. " I saw the way you were walking Sammy. You got something in your pants?" Dean let his hand fall softly on Sam's leg under the table.
"Oh yeah, something big." Sam tried to sound sexy and in control but his voice broke slightly, letting Dean know he was effecting him.
"Just from us talking?"
"Yeah Dean."
"You think I could get you off just talking to you?"Dean kept his voice soft and light.

Sam's beer froze on the way to his mouth. "Maybe".
"Do you think I could make you go without touching you?" Sam almost sprayed beer all over the table.
"Maybe." His voice sounded strangled.
"Do you think I could make you go without you or me touching you?" Sam frowned at Dean.
"What do you mean?"
"I could handcuff you so you can't touch yourself." Dean's voice was very low and his eyes were locked on Sam's.

Sam's eyes were suddenly half lidded as he imagined what Dean was talking about. "Would I be naked?"
"Would you want to be?"
"Yes" Sam answered immediately. Dean nodded."Would I be allowed to rub myself on anything, to you know…" Sam looked around, then whispered even softer "get off." Dean seemed to consider, then nodded.
"Just not me and not you." Sam took a drink for his suddenly parched throat and noticed Dean's drink was finished.
"How would you do it Dean?"
"There's only one way to find out."

Sam finished his drink in one and went to stand, but Dean stopped him with a hand and Sam sat back down. "Am I to understand you wish to take me up on the challenge?" Dean arched an eyebrow at his brother."What like a bet?"
"Yep".
"What are the stakes ?"
"What do you want to put up?"
"Well since it's a sex orientated challenge it should be sex related."

They keep their voices low, talking like conspirators, even though the bar was still deserted. "Ok". Dean smiled this would be a win/ win for them both, trust Sam.
"Well, I love your stomach so I should be able to have it whenever I want for forty eight hours." Dean considered Sam closely before replying.
" Well I love going at your neck so I will stay with the same thing, makes it pretty fair."
"Ok deal."

Sam moved to get up but Dean held him back again "One more thing".
"What?"
"Since I'm the master of ceremonies, I get to start things whenever I want." Sam looked confused, but Dean scanned the bar and found them still alone before turning back to Sam then drew his jacket and shirt apart and pulled up his T shirt the smallest amount to reveal his hard dick sitting up above his jeans, the head sitting above his navel, under the table. Dean had gone commando.

Sam's eyes almost popped out of his head in surprise and he pulled Dean's T shirt down and his shirts across and tugged Dean out of his seat.

TBC