By the time Bobby was back to pick him up Nick was engrossed again in the books and that one question How did he know? was reduced to a small whisper in the back of his mind.

"Thanks for your help, Nick." Adela shook his hand and then placed some money in his palm. "We are far from done here, so if you like …? I could use your help. What do you say, tomorrow at nine?"

"Sure thing." Nick hurried to say. The last hours had been fun and he had earned some money, so yeah, he was in for more. But then he hesitated. "I don't have a car …"

He threw a side-glance at Bobby. He couldn't expect the man to play his chauffeur but if he asked Dean or maybe Sam?

"Let that be the last of your worries." Bobby jumped in. "Tomorrow nine o'clock you'll be here and if I have to kick Dean's ass out of bed myself."

"I wanna see that." Nick grinned openly and pictured the scene in his head. But he made a mental note to ask Sam first, out of the two of brothers he was the early riser.

"Then it's settled." Adela said with an amused eye on Bobby.

"Oh, one other thing." Nick hold up his hand with the money. "Before we leave, I want to buy a book."

He spent half of his money on one of the books he'd been eying earlier that day. His money, he couldn't even describe how good it felt to actually spent his own money for once.

On their drive back he hold the book in his lap and grinned like an idiot.

"How was it?" Bobby asked after a minute of silence. "Are you really okay with going back tomorrow?"

Nick thought about that for a moment and that guy with his accusations was back on his mind. He had to talk to Sam and Dean about that, but otherwise?

"It was great." Nick answered honestly. "And yes, I want to go back tomorrow."

Back at the salvage yard Nick helped Bobby to get his things inside and then Bobby left to see what Dean had gotten done in the meantime.

"Hey." Sam greeted him when Nick plopped on the couch in the study. Sam hadn't bothered to make his bed and his pillow and the blanket still lay out in the open.

"How was your trip with Bobby?" Sam abandoned his book and came over to sit next to Nick.

"Actually, I spent the afternoon with Adela." He fished out the rest of his money and showed it to Sam with a proud smile. "And I earned some cash."

Nick told Sam about the collection and about the mess it was in.

"It will take forever to sort out." Nick sighed theatrically. "Could you give me a ride over there tomorrow? Bobby has already threatened to kick Dean out of bed to drive me but …" He shrugged.

"Sure, no problem." Sam replied easily. "I would like to have a look at this collection anyway. Sounds awesome."

"It is." Nick smiled fondly but then sobered up. There was this other thing, though. After a glance around to make sure that Bobby wasn't standing behind him Nick cleared his throat.

"There was this guy." He started and immediately had Sam's full attention.

"What guy?" Sam turned with one leg bent, foot tucked under his other knee, and rested his arm on the back of the couch so that he was fully facing Nick.

"He was there the other day, too." Nick blew out a breath. "And maybe he's seen us then but that wouldn't explain …"

"Would what explain?"

"He knew, Sam." Nick said. "He knew about us. He came in and called me a homo and a fag and things like that." He shook his head at that memory.

"Oh, Nick." Sam gave him the puppy dog eyes.

"C'mon." He waved him off. "I've been called worse things than that. But he knew. How could he know?"

"You said it yourself." Sam reminded him and Nick knew exactly what his next words would be. "He saw us the other day. You and Dean weren't exactly hiding."

"He knew about you." Nick dropped the bomb.

"What?"

"He knew, Sam." Nick repeated now with a hint of frustration in his voice. "He knew it's not a me and Dean only thing. He knew about the three of us."

Now it was Sam who didn't know what to say.

"How …?" Was all he managed at the moment.

"My question exactly." Nick rested his elbows on his knees and let his head hang. He had thought about this for a while now and all he could think of was that either at the bookstore the guy could have come to the right conclusion or later in the field. If he'd seen them on the hood of the Impala it must have been quite obvious that they were in this together.

"Either way, it's another thing I've ruined for you."

"What do you mean?" Sam asked and he was close now, leaning forward, not quite touching Nick but being there, offering comfort.

"I was the one who dragged Dean out of the closet." Nick counted. "I kicked you out of his bed."

"You didn't …" Sam started but Nick interrupted him, tugging at the blanket.

"You are sleeping on the couch, Sam." He reminded him. "Dean is your boyfriend and you sleep on the damn couch while I've taken over your place in his bed. And now this." It was too much. His whole body shook with sobs and he blinked against the tears. "Maybe I should just leave."

"Hey." Sam's strong arms were around him and a second later Nick's head rested on Sam's chest. "Nothing of this is your fault."

Nick let Sam rock him like he was a baby and the sobs already abated.

"Bobby's cool with Dean being bi, so no harm done there." Sam started to rip Nick's self-accusations to shreds. "And in case you forgot, Adela was the one who outed me."

Sam gave Nick a moment to let the words sink in.

"As for the couch, we have to be brothers here anyway and it's not like Dean's cheating on me or something like that." Sam reminded him. "You're his boyfriend, too."

"You were with him first." Nick mumbled into Sam's t-shirt. "He's your boyfriend."

"And you are our boyfriend." With a gentle finger under Nick's chin Sam lifted his head and studied him for a moment. "Hey, we're in this together. You and me and Dean. We are the damaged parts of a pink frosted donut, remember?"

"With sparkles." Nick added. "Yeah, I remember."

And then Sam kissed him. Their lips met and Nick closed his eyes and kissed back.

They were in Bobby's study, right in the open for anybody to see who might come in, and Nick couldn't care less.

With a desperate whimper Nick fisted Sam's hair with both hands, holding him close, while his tongue found its way into the hot wetness of Sam's mouth. Under Nick's sudden attack Sam fell backwards right into the pillow as if he'd left it there for this very purpose.

Never breaking the kiss Nick landed on top of him and Sam spread his legs to fit Nick between his thighs. Rutting like a horny teenager Nick moved against Sam, bringing their stiffening cocks together with the delicious roughness of their jeans between them.

Sam slung his legs around Nick and crossed his ankles at the small of Nick's back, drawing him even closer.

Sam broke the kiss and mouthed his way along Nick's jawline until he placed wet little kisses behind his ears and nibbled at his earlobe.

"That's it." Sam's voice was a hot whisper in his ear that sent shivers down his spine and right into his now fully erected cock trapped behind the zipper. Nick wanted to reach down to change that but Sam caught his hands and twisted his arms around until they were on Nick's back where Sam hold his forearms together with one hand, pressing Nick down on him at the same time.

"Nothing of that." Sam whispered again. "No hands. You're going to dry hump me until you come in your pants."

"Fuck." Nick rubbed against him in earnest know, bringing their cocks together. One of Sam's legs had slipped off his back so he actually had room to move.

"Yeah, just like that, like the horny little bitch you are." Sam bit Nick's neck hard, sending a jolt of pain through him, before he soothed the spot with little licks. And repeated the procedure half an inch to the left. The sharp pain of the bite and then kissing it all better. In one clear moment Nick wondered what his neck would look like after Sam was done with him but then the moment was over and there was only pleasure.

His movement lost its rhythm, becoming more frantic, more desperate, and he was close, so close.

"C'mon, Nick." Sam's voice was back. "You can do it. Come like this. Cream your pants. Come."

Nick threw his head back and his body followed as far as his bound arms allowed it to while he jerked his hips uncontrolled against Sam's groin.

He rode out his orgasm with Sam's name on his lips and only when Nick lay exhausted on top of him Sam let go of Nick's arms.

As soon as he had the chance Nick slipped his hand between their bodies and down the front of Sam's pants.

"You don't have to." Sam said but looked at Nick with dark eyes and didn't stop him.

"I want to." Nick kissed him again and gave Sam's cock a light tug. It lay full and heavy in Nick's hand and it only took a few strokes for Sam to buck into Nick's fist, coating the inside of his pants.

"Great." Sam muttered and collapsed back into the pillow. "Now we'll both run around like we've shit our pants."

Nick burst out laughing and nearly rolled off the couch if it hadn't been for Sam holding him.

Nick would have loved to stay like this for a while longer but now he became aware of where they actual were. If Bobby found them like this …

They came up to a sitting position, far enough apart to look innocent. Okay, their flushed faces, ruffled hair and disarranged clothes wouldn't fool anybody but it was the best they could do. At least until Nick felt steady enough again to manage the stairs and change into a clean pair of underwear. The cooling mess in his pants was anything but pleasant and the way Sam tugged at the front part of his jeans he had a similar problem.

"Okay, let's get cleaned up before Bobby catches us." Sam stood up and dragged Nick up with him. Sam took the bathroom downstairs and Nick the one upstairs and yes, all the way they walked like the had shit their pants and Nick couldn't stop snickering at that. Sam flipped him off before he closed the bathroom door behind himself and still laughing Nick made his way upstairs.

Neither of them noticed the shadow hastily retreating to the kitchen behind them.