(extra chapter for you darling, to keep your mind off things.)
"This was a mistake Sam, my kinks aren't for you." Dean entered the tub and hung on to the side gasping at the hot water hitting the bad spots. He rested his head on a towel and wiped his eyes. "If you want to do something for me go get a bottle from the bar."
"No Dean."
Dean glowered at his brother, "What do you mean no, get me a friggin' bottle Sam."
"No Dean, I'm not going to let you get drunk in a bathtub." Sam got in with him and went to touch him. "Better not Sam you might get crazy cooties or something."
Sam gave up trying to talk to him, instead he washed him like had done many times before trying to comfort his broken man-child. Sam hummed as he soaped Dean up and found it very Zen. His mind drifted as he rinsed his brother thinking about the warm skin, silky short hair and the thick wet lashes rimming Dean's gem green eyes.
Sam washed Dean's face like a child, getting his nose and ears with the wash cloth then tweaked his nose, "You are so cute Dean."
Dean raised an eye brow, "You are so weird Sam."
Sam reached between his legs and touched Dean's wound lightly, "I'm so sorry, I would never hurt you like that on purpose."
Dean didn't want to talk it over anymore, he was done. "Just…Sammy just drop it ok? Help me out."
Sam was still smiling and humming as he toweled him off , he took his hand and told Dean to lay on his stomach. Sam came back and kept humming as he worked almond oil between his hands.
"Baby what's that song your humming?"
Sam wiped off his hands and put on a CD they brought, "Wuthering Heights" by Pat Benatar started to play and Sam sang along while he massaged Dean's broad back.
"Out on the wiley, windy moors, we'd roll and fall in green
You had a temper like my jealousy, too hot, too greedy
How could you leave me, when I needed to possess you
I hated you, I loved you too
Bad dreams in the night
You told me I was going to lose the fight
Leave behind my Wuthering Heights.."
Dean heard a woman's beautiful, almost operatic voice come from the speakers. Sam was working his brother's gluts, "This is my own private song when I think of us."
Dean sighed, enjoying the long, strong fingers massaging him, "Sam you are such a girl sometimes."
Sam ignored his comment, his voice sounded dreamy and soft, "Dee you are the dashing and handsome Heathcliff and I'm Catherine, lost trying always to reach her beloved but Heathcliff rebuffs her. Catherine is always searching for him so she is complete again...so romantic."
Dean actually felt his eyes tear up from Sam's description of how he viewed them, "Baby that's just friggin' sad, not romantic."
"Dean are you crying over it? It is sad I know, but its us."
"Ooh, it gets dark, it gets lonely
On the other side from you
I pine a lot, I find the lot falls through without you
I'm coming back love, cruel Heathcliff
My one dream, my only master
Too long I roam in the night
I'm coming back to his side to put it right
I'm coming home to
Wuthering, wuthering, wuthering heights
Heathcliff, it's me, I'm cathy, I've come home
I'm - so cold, let me in your window…"
Dean listened to the words and closed his eyes, Sam leaned down and whispered, "let me have it, let me grab your soul away"
Sam finished by gently oiling the skin that was lacerated and welted, when he was done he kissed his wounded warrior all over and covered Dean up. He turned on an action movie for him.
Sam went to leave, "Sammy don't leave me baby."
"Dee I'm just going to get you a cold beer."
When Sam came back Dean was fast asleep, he shut off the TV, got into bed and drank the beer while watching his brother sleep. Dean was having nightmares again so Sam rubbed slow circles on his back and he started to snore softly.
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The next morning Sam packed everything up and loaded the car letting Dean sleep, he shook him gently, "Rise and shine handsome." Dean opened his eyes slowly, "What time is it?"
Sam pulled off the covers and checked between his legs, it looked better and it was pink instead of red, there was a dotting of scab starting. "Looks better, I left out your black sweat pants and a t shirt to wear. You can go commando so nothing is rubbing."
Dean's eyes opened wide, he remembered everything now and was mortified over last nights events. "Yeah thanks Sam." He got up feeling sore and stiff, he put on a good act for Sam but not good enough.
"I'm driving Dean, we can stop to eat first." Dean didn't argue.
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Sam turning 17.
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Dean left the hunt early leaving Bobby and the group behind because there were some things a lot more important than monsters or a rouge demon, he had been gone for a week and today was his baby Sam's birthday.
He rolled in the driveway as quiet as his girl would let him.
Dean opened the door and worked his way upstairs boots and socks off. He peeled off his dirty, bloody clothing and slowly opened the door then launched his naked body on the figure under the blanket, "Happy birthday sweet Sammy!"
Dean had landed on a pile of pillows, he looked around quickly, "Oh shit…I'm screwed.." Dean felt a large hand grab his ankle from beneath the bed and slid him off, a big naked Sam crawled on top of him and planted a kiss on his mouth.
Dean was breathless, Sam was big having put on more weight over the year and could easily pin his brother down, Dean still packed a harder punch but his baby was a big boy now and Dean secretly loved it.
Sam's eyes were what Dean called his "fuck me" eyes, wild and hard. Sam licked a trail down his brothers hard, dirty body and buried his face in Dean's sweaty crotch. Dean was a little embarrassed by his smell, he had been camped out for days without a shower but Sam didn't seem to care.
Sam closed his eyes and breathed in deeply, "Damn I missed your scent Dee."
Dean laughed nervously, "Sam I've been without a shower, I gotta be pretty gamey down there."
Sam swallowed him sucking the salt off his cock then pulled up, "I love it…I haven't had you for a week, you could stink like week old garbage and I wouldn't care."
Dean watched as Sam straddled him, rubbed their dicks together in his large hands and laughed, "what's the matter big brother, am I scaring you?" Dean was feeling a little freaked out, "No I'm good…Sam what's gotten into you?"
"Nothing yet, how about we change that? Its my birthday and just knew you would come back for me. If I didn't have school I would have been with you, I missed you so much."
Dean was tired, hungry and dirty. He wanted to surprise Sam then fuel up and take a nap so he could take him out on the town. "Baby boy I got to clean up and eat something."
Sam helped him up and ushered him to the bathroom, "You get cleaned up and I'll make a sandwich for you ok?" he stroked his beautiful face, Dean caught his hand and kissed the promise ring he gave him just a year ago. "Ok honey."
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Sam walked quietly upstairs and sat on the bed watching Dean sleep, his skin was a history book. A bullet wound here, a knife scar there and the current array of bruises from this last job. Under it all was the faintest lines on his back and bottom from his time with John.
Dean always made the noises in his sleep, fighting for survival never stopped even in his dreams.
TBC
