Chapter 38

The sky is dark, stars twinkling here and there. They have reached the Road House, the parking lot is not full as it was before, but Dean can still hear the music blaring from the bar. He parks his car in the first parking spot he finds because he doesn't intend to stay here today, he can't. He can't see Sam being treated like nothing here. He looks at Sam on the passenger side, who is dozing. Looking like a kid, a cute one for that. Dean snorts at himself. The words that come in his mind regarding Sam makes him sound like a freaking thirteen year old girl with his first crush. He shakes Sam's shoulder lightly.

"Sam.." He whispers in a small voice like he doesn't want to startle him. Like the music blasting from the bar isn't going to startle him. He leaves his hand on Sam's shoulder. Sam's eyes open slowly and he starts to sit straighter from his previous position of slumped on the window. Sam rubs at his eyes and looks quite adorable doing that.

"We already there.?." Sam mumbles in a sleepy voice, still taking his surroundings in and then yawns.

"Yes, we are there, sleeping beauty.." Dean says in an affectionate tone. Before Sam, Dean wasn't even sure he was capable of this. Able to love somebody, be someone for somebody.

"Shutup.." Sam mumbles again and swats at Dean weakly, but Dean doesn't miss his lips pulling up. Dean laughs, open and free when Sam gets his legs stuck under the dash board. He is now trying to lay back a bit so he can take out his big freaking legs from that position which looks painful.

"God Sam.." Dean says between wheezes, because the scene right here is epic.

"You are such a klutz.." Dean says, his laughter increasing a notch when he sees Sam's indignant face.

"Would you shutup and help me here. Its not my fault your car is a rat box.." Sam says in bouts of trying to free his legs. When Sam tries to lay back, his legs don't bend.

"Hey, don't say anything to Baby, she will kick your butt out when you try to sit next time.." Dean says getting out of the car. He walks to the passenger side and opens the door to which Sam startles.

"Dean. Warn a guy man.." Sam says in frustration and Dean just rolls his eyes. Sam really is a princess of epic proportions. Dean bends down a little and pushes the seat behind from the side handle and Sam finally pulls his legs out.

"Why didn't you tell me before.." Sam says like he is going to throw a tantrum and Dean really really likes this Sam. Sam who doesn't have all his walls pulled up, or needing to act like an adult. Dean wants to see more of this Sam.

"I thought that big brains of yours were good for something." He says still bended in half on the passenger side.

"But I guess they ain't.

"Shutup.." Sam says in that voice again and Dean doesn't stop the laughter that bubbles from him. Sam hits at his chest and suddenly Dean disbalances on his feet. Only Sam's hand pulling on his shirt stops him from hitting the ground but Dean couldn't keep his weight on his feet and he ends up falling on Sam who is still seated in the car. Dean tumbles over Sam and Sam makes an oomph voice going down as well.

"Dude.." Sam says and Dean feels the voice reverberating into his body. He is on Sam, on top of Sam. And he should get up soon. He lifts his head from Sam's chest and tries to look at Sam from this awkward position. They are too close. The scene from beach suddenly swimming in front of his vision like it happened just yesterday. He had wanted to kiss Sam then, he wants to do that now. But he doesn't have the courage to do that. Then he feels Sam's hand coming around his waist and pulling him more close, in a less awkward position. Dean looks at Sam's face and all the traces of early innocence are gone. His eyes look dark, like he is drinking Dean up just from looking at him. Dean feels a buzz under his skin from that intense scrutiny. Dean doesn't know who moves first, maybe both. But the next thing he feels is Sam's lips on his. Warm and moving slowly, oh so slowly. Dean doesn't waste any time responding to that. He moves his mouth and slots their lips perfectly moving against each other. Dean takes out his hands from between him and Sam and brings them to Sam's face. Holding them like he wants. He lifts his weight some off Sam and pushes one leg on the floor of the car to balance himself, one leg still shoved between Sam's. They are still in awkward position, uncomfortable, but none of them seem to care right now. They kiss like they are starving for it, mouths devouring each other softly, slowly, enjoying every movement of their lips, drinking each other in, trying to learn everything. There kiss is not desperate. Its full of something Dean can't name, he hasn't been kissed like this ever like Sam is trying to pour all his feelings into Dean through the kiss and Dean feels overwhelmed, his whole body buzzing with something. Sam's hands starts moving up and down on Dean's back and Dean can't stop the moan that escapes him from the intimate feel of Sam's hand on his, like he is caressing Dean. They are still kissing when they hear the bar door opening and the music coming out from its enclosed quarters startling them both. They both pull apart at that and Dean scrambles to his feet all the while hitting his head on the roof of the Impala in trying to get out. Sam sits and takes his legs out of the car, but still sitting on the seat. Dean rubs at the back of his head and looks at Sam. Sam's face is flush and he is looking at Dean with a mixture of amusement, shy and nervous expression. How Sam manages doing that, Dean has no idea. He is still breathing hard. He sees some people going out and want to curse them for bad timing.

Sam also gets out of the car and closes the door behind him. He looks at Dean with such soft eyes Dean wants to turn away. He feels hot and cold at the same time and without thinking, pulls Sam into a bone crushing hug. Sam's hand come automatically around Dean pulling him more closer. They just breath each other in for a few minutes and then make their way to the road house.

The scene inside the bar takes him by surprise, and not in a good way, and he stops abruptly. Sam who is coming behind him bumps into him from behind.

"What...?" He says seemingly confused, one of his hand touching Dean on the waist. Dean looks at Sam and points his head towards the bar counter. Sam looks at the counter but doesn't understand why Dean has just gone suddenly pale.

"What is it Dean?" Sam asks again and Dean chuckles humourlessly.

"Dad is here, Sam."