Warnings and disclaimers: see chapter 1

Chapter 37 So we're cool now right?

Another sex scene

Dean put the axe away and picked up his coffee.
"Why were you using the axe? Doesn't Bobby have a chainsaw?"
"He does but I don't know who he got to fix it cause it won't start. Jobs done now anyway. Let's head inside."
Coffees in hand they strolled inside and went straight for the games console. After a half hour of game time Dean paused the machine, turned the TV off and turned to Sam.
"Your turn, I think."
Without preamble Dean pulled Sam on top of him as he laid down on the threadbare mat.
"What, Dean? What are you doing?"
"It's your turn." Dean pushed his groin up into Sam's which responded without him thinking.
"What here on the floor?"
"Worried about your knees, princess?"
"No, worried about Bobby wandering in."
"He rang this morning. He will be gone for at least four more days. And don't even mention my leg or I'll kick your ass."

Sam had his weight almost all the way off Dean and decided just to let a little weight fall on him at the hips. Dean's hips lifted up into Sam's and rolled just the right way to have Sam groaning and rolling back.
"That's it, Sammy. I want you to grind down on me, just like that."
A shiver ran down Sam's back at the huskiness of Dean's voice as he did just as Dean asked. Sam leaned down on his hands and kissed Dean deeply. Dean's hands flew over Sam's back and he had to break off from Dean's mouth to get some air. He groaned loudly when Dean's hands went under his shirt and fluttered up the skin. Sam's lips fell on Dean's neck and it was a natural reaction to kiss and lick as Dean's hands pressed his bottom down as they ground against each other.

Dean groaned as Sam went to work on his neck nipping and sucking as he ground down really getting into it as pleasure radiated through him, centering at his groin. Dean pushed his neck forward for Sam to get at and used Sam's occupation to unbutton his jean's and slide them down a little. Sam groaned at feeling Dean's hardness through the thinness of his boxers. Dean took the chance and pushed Sam's sweats down so they were now grinding though just two thin layers of cotton underwear.

Dean's hands on the thin layer of material covering his ass was enough to have Sam panting for release.
"De, now please."
"Yeah, Sammy."
Dean sucked Sam's tongue into his mouth and thrust up so hard Sam's arms straightened out. Sam came with a long drawn out moan. Dean came right behind him choking his name on Sam's lips with his own. Sam rocked his hips against Dean's until they were both finished and coming down. Sam's body was resting against Dean's as he got control and rolled off. Sam hitched his sweats back up as he rolled off, keen to hide his wetness and embarrassment of going so quickly. Dean did'nt move, just hitched his jeans back up but leaving them open. Sam stole little glances at him. His jean's covered most of his underwear but there was a large wet spot on Dean's left hip he couldn't miss.

Sam went to get up but Dean pulled him back to him and kissed him again.
"You okay, Sammy? You seem a bit stiff."
"Not anymore." Sam grinned.
"No second thoughts?"
"Never. But sorry for going so quick."
"Don't apologize for anything, Sammy. We are together now so you do what you feel like with no repercussions, okay?"
Dean had been rubbing a hand under Sam's chin as he spoke ensuring his brothers attention.

"Thanks, Dean. You want the first shower?"
"I'm okay here for a few minutes."
"Be right back."
Sam kissed Dean's lips before he got up to show Dean he understood then had a quick shower.

When he returned Dean was laying where he had been with his right arm under his head and his eyes shut. Sam leaned down and ran a hand through his hair.
"You ready for a shower, babe?"
Dean opened his eyes slowly mesmerizing Sam with the way his long lashes fluttered before settling.
"Mmm, yeah. I'm starting to get crusty." Dean rose slowly.
"Crude, Dean."
"Ah, you love it."
Dean walked to the bathroom. As he did his pants slid down as he hadn't done up his fly and button, affording Sam a great view of his ass.
"Nice, De."
"Nice what?" Dean looked back.
"Nice ass."
"Oh, okay."
Dean pushed his pants down at the back further making Sam grin.

Dean enjoyed his shower and was soon back sitting with Sam on the couch. Dean was wearing sweats again and had changed his dressing on his leg when he dressed. Sam was engrossed in the game he was playing so Dean laid on the couch with his head on Sam's lap and his feet hanging off the edge. Dean soon fell asleep with Sam's hand carding through his hair in between levels of the game. Sam let Dean sleep until his stomach growled for lunch. Sam put steaks on for them both and made fries and salad to go with them. Dean predictably stuck with meat and potato only eating salad because Sam wanted him to. Dean sighed and dug into the rabbit food knowing this was the only slightly downside to their new relationship. Sam would now be allowed to fuss whenever he wanted.

After they had cleaned up, Dean made coffee while Sam set up the chess board. Dean surprised Sam by letting his knees lean against Sam's while Dean beat him at every game. Sam had to admit he was distracted by Dean's legs on his and thinking how well Dean was doing with their relationship. Since he had been on the net and gained more information Sam had been less forward than he had been beforehand. He found himself holding back as to not hurt his brother. He seemed to be suffering from information overload. He knew what he was supposed to do but had no idea how to do it. He didn't want to drive Dean away with something he didn't want or understand. Sam knew he should probably talk to Dean and would have to before long.

Dean made a light dinner for them again and they watched TV as they ate. Dean was about to suggest a movie when Sam's phone rang. Sam took it in the library then came back to see Dean with a notepad in his hand.
"Bobby wants me to look up a few things and fax them. He wants me to call back when it's done. You okay if I get it out of the way?"
"No problem. You need a hand?"
"Nuh. It's pretty simple just a few things to find."
"You two getting on all right?"
"He's keeping it strictly business but being nice about it."
"Okay."
Dean found a movie on TV that had just started and lay back to watch feeling a bit sleepy. He had wanted to spend some time with Sam but he could rest now and have fun later, he decided.

When Sam came back an hour later, Dean was asleep on the couch. Sam didn't disturb him but smiled and went to use the fax. Sam called Bobby and afterwards Sam put the books back quietly. As he shelved the last book Dean's arms came around his belly and pulled him back into his chest.
"All done, Sammy?"
"Yeah."
"Cool."

Dean's lips went to the back of Sam's neck and kissed softly as his hands roamed Sam's chest. Sam groaned then pulled away. Dean stopped him going too far with a hand.
"What's going on, Sam?"

TBC